Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-03-31
Dress up--the Familiar Miracle
~ STORY WHICH TELLs on YouR PUBLIc NEEDS.
BY Lew Hahn
Copyright, 1916, Fairchiid Press New York.

they had romped together in the hay
NOW or climbed trees in search of
birds nests.
Except that she had crown taller
Betty had changed but little. Her
red brown hair was rebellious as of
old. The freekles clustered as thick1y
on her nose, and sh cared no more for
hats and gowns than when she was 10.
Betty was in New York ostensibly to
study art but in reality to be near Jim
Bruel. Through his stay in the me-
tropolis, sll- had managed to see him
almost daily, and her influence mad
been strong factor in keeping up his
failing courage as the probability Of
success became less and less, and his
slender resources diminished from day
to day. Several times she had forced
small loans upon him, but she had dis
cernment enough to know these Kind
nesses oppressed Bruel as much as his
own failure to win an interview with
a man who could value his invention.
Now, as she sat waiting for his re-
turn, Betty Blake was reproaching
herself because she had not seen Bruel
the day before. She Knew the condi-
ton of dependency which lately had
taken possession of his mind, and she
told herself Bruel needed her friend
ship more now than ever before. The
thought that she might have failed
him when he needed announcement
made her more impatient for his COM
ing, ana she glanced restlessly about
the room, inVentorying The crippled
furniture with something Of the same
contempt Bruel had felt.
Her glance, rowing about the room
was suddenly ght and fiXe, by a
rectangular bit of cardboard on the
floor near the bed. She picked it up
and euriously serutinized the words it
bore: Dress Up!"
| What in the world does that mean q
she asked herself, and how under the
sun did it get in Jim's room?"
Dress Upi' Now, l wonder who
/ took the trouble to print a card like
that? Sounds as IL someone wanted
to make a dude of Jim. Well, he's got
his work cut out for him." and she
could not forego a smile at the thought.
She rose and glanced through the
window, then walked across the floor
and back; but she could not quite
break the thread of thought which
seemed to be unreelinG from that card.
! She looked at It again. Dress Upi'
That was all 1t said, but somehow 1t
brought her a vision Of her college
mates whose most acute concern had
seemed always to center in their
frocks. They had not shared Bettyis
belief that their minds We're so vastly
more important than their personal APP
pearance that the latter could be dis
regarded completely.
Reflectively, Betty twirled the card
in her fingers. Perhaps she felt some
pang OF doubt or dissatisfaction in
herself, for suddenly she walked to
the broken mirror and peered search
ingiy at her own image. For a wistful
moment she studied her face and then
her eyes dropped to the ancient dres-
ser top, where, after a moment, they
found the note Bruel had written and
later FORGOTTEN.
/ She picked it up and began reading.
With the flrst sentence the color left
her face ard the strength seemed
Slapped froia her /. ,ung body. Word
/ by word, she followed the bitter course
Of Bruels mood. and when she came to
the last line-"Good- bye. The river
is always hospItable," her heart SEEM
ed to stop beating. IN an agony of
apprehension she dropped into the
broken rocker and dumbly tried to col
lect her thoughts.
| "Gone-to the riverl OH" she
jumped to her feet with little scream,
Stop him! Stop him!"
Then she remembered there was
none to stop, none but herself, and she
might be too late. While she was
wasting precious tir F., Brnel might al
ready have found the cold depths of
the river She shivered with appre-
hension, and then, murmurlng a pray
e-, she set forth on trembling limbs to
the river at tile foot Of the street,
hoping against hope that. his moment
OF insanity past, she might find Brnel
on his way back to the room he had SO
lately left.
CHAPTER w.
in Which "Tirod" Horaan Gets
Windfall.
It IS extremely improbable that "Tir-
ed" Iorgan ever lad considered the
matter of scientific efficiency. Ger
tainly he never had remained long
enough in the vicinity of any useful
work to become conversant with the
principle Of eliminating waste motion,
and yet In his own untrnmneled way,
4 Tired had developed an efficiency
] from which even the most exQctinR ef