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Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-01-21
FLOWER OF THE NORTH
BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD
BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD

ward him again and held out both
her hands.
III only you could know how |
thank you" she exclaimed, impuls-
lively.
For moment Philip held her hands.
He felt them trembling. In Jeanne's
eyes he saw the glistcn of tears.
circumstances have come about so
strangely" he said, his heart palpi-
tating at the warm pressure OF her
fingers, that | half believed you and
Pierre could help me in--in an affair
Of my own. | would give a great deal
to find certain person. and after the
attack on the cliff, and what Pierre
said, l Thought"
He hesitated and Jeanne gently
drew her hands from him.
II thought that you might know
him." he finished. His name is Lord
F'itzhugh Lee"
Jeanne gave no sign that she had
heard the name before. The question
in her eyes remained unchanged.
I'VE have never heard of him at
Fort o. God" she said
Philip showed the canoe more firmly
upon the shore and stepped over the
side.
This Fort O. God must be a wonder.
full place" he said, as he bent over
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AT Fort o. God. Quick. M'sieur
Philip, tho water is boiling overt"
Philip sprang to the fire. Jeanne
handed him coffee, and set out cold
meat and bread. For the first time
that night he pulled out his pipe and
filled it with tobacco.
you don't mind If | smoke, do you,
Miss Jeanne?" he groaned. Under
some circumstances tobacco is the
only thing that will hold me up. DO
you know that you are shaking my
confidence in you?"
Il have told you nothing but the
TRUTH retorted Jeanne, innoccntly.
She was still busying herself over the
pact, but Philip caught the slightest
CLEAN Of her laughing teeth.
You are making fun of me-" he
Tell me-where is
this Fort o. God, and what is it?"
1T is far up the Churchill, M'sieur
Philip. 1t Is a log chateau, built hun.
dreds and hundreds of years ago, I
guess. My father, Pierre, and I, with
one other, live there alone among the
savages. I have never been so far
away from home before"
81 suppose" said Philip, that the
savages np your way converse in Lat.
in, Greek and German"
'"Latin, French and German" cor.
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about her slender throat was torn
and that one side of her short buck.
skin skirt was covered with half.dried
splashes Of mud His blood rose al
these signs of the rough treatment of
those who had attacked her. 1t reached
fever.heat when. coming nearer. he
saw "a livid bruse on her forehead
close up under her hair.
They struck you?" he demanded.
He stood with his hands clenched.
She smiled up at him.
1T was my fault" she explained
I'm afraid l gave them a good deal
of trouble on the cliff"
She laughed outright at the fierce.
ness in Philips face, and so sweet
hands relaxed and he laughed with
her.
$50 help me, you're a brick" he
cried.
There are pots and kettles and
coffee and things to eat in the pack
M'sieur Philip" reminded Jeanne.
softly, as he still remained staring
down upon her.
Philip turned to the canoe, with
laugh that was like "A boys. He
threw the pack at Jeanne's feet and
il. Together they sorted
out the things they wanted, and Philip
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-01-21
CHAPTER II
The Hard.Headed Frost Inns

THE Frost 1mps laughed with mis-
l. chlevous glee as they frolicked along
the trail of Prince Bonnie Blue Bell.
They blew their icy breath on waking
trees, flowers. grasses. and blades OF
wheat. and wherever their breath struck
tho waking sleepers gave signing
moan, hung their heads sadly, and un-
willingly went back to sleep--some of
them not to waken again, for the breath
Of the Frost Inlps is killing to tender
growing things.
Prince Bonnie Blue Bell faced the
Frost Imps boldly:
Go back to the North Pole" he or
dered sternly. you have worn out
your welcome here. You must give way
to tho bonnie breezes Of springtime."
Hi VI" yelled the Frost Tmps sauci-
ly. We're not going back to the North
Pole this summer There are n lot
more noses and ears to nip here
you cant stay here" protested
Prince Bonnie Blue Bell. You keep
the growing things from waking up. and
If they don't wake UP they can't grow
into fruits and grains to feed the world"
Hi VI. Guess we will stay here IL
we want to-" yelled the Frost Imps,
breathing on the fruit trees until they
creaked with the cold.
THE Sun will melt you IL you don't
watch out" warned Prince Bonnie Blue
Bell
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10 help her. You have aroused
something in me l never thought l
possessed before-a tremendous Curl
osity.'
1T is a wonderful place, Maieur
fhillp' replied the girl holding up
her hands 70 him. But why should
you guess II
because OF Fou' AuFhed PhI!ip'
l am nam convinced tEat you take
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cut crotched sticks on which he sus-
pended two pots OF water over the fire.
He found himself whistling as he
gathered an armful Of wood along the
shore. When he came back Jeanne
had opened a bottle Of olives and was
nibbling at one, while she held out
anaother to him on the end Of fork.
Il love olives" she said. won't
YOU have oue?'
He accepted the thing, and ate It
joyously, though he hated olives.
"Where dtl you acquire the taste?'
he asked. 81 thought it took a COURSE
at college 10 make one like EN-"
I've been TO college," answered
Jeanne, quietly. Therfe was a glow in
her cheeks now, Il swift flash OF tan.
taliaing fun in her eyes as she tished
after another olive. Il have been a
STUDENT tencrls annis," she added,
and Ac stood stupcticd.
That's Latin!" he gaspcd.
"Oul, Msieur, Wollcn Sic noch cine
Olive haben?"
Laughter rippled in her throat. She
held out another olive to him, her
face aglOw. freight danced in her
hair, flooding its darker shadows with
lights Of red ana gold.
"I was sure Of it," he exclaimed, con.
yincci That's postgraduate Latin
and senior German, or I'm as mad as
March hare, Where--where did you
20 TO schOOI?'
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Business Career of Peter Flint
A Story of Salesmanship by Harold Whitehead
(Copyright.)

in the country because he was better
business man than the rest of u.s.
Just because his ways were different
than mine didn't make 'em right or
wrong. / guess Betty Is about right. She
says a mixture of Barley Waters busi-
ness experience and caution mixed with
a young fellows business training and
audacity would produce the ideal busi-
ness man."
A number of customers demanded his
attention and reminded me that we
might be busy. so I nodded Good after
noon" and walked back to the store.
1t was 1880 before we got home and
there was surprise-and yet it wasn't
in a way-waiting for dad and me.
Francis and Lucy had decided to get
married-in seven weeks time. They
have been engaged for months. of course,
but somehow I'd never thought of them
as married
Dad was delighted. well, WE'LL
well" he kept on saying my little
girl married. Well, we'll, we'll"
Francis seemed quite stuck on him
self They'll live in New York. Of
course. for F'ancis has to be there.
He's been credit manager for the Re-
public cutlery Company for quite a
that he would be made general man
ager.
He never said word about it to me
because he wanted 70 tell Lucy first
Aren't these engaged fellows funny?
or course, as general manager of
that big jobbing house he'll be quite
an important man. In fact. I suppose
he is quite a man in hardware circles.
for he is the vice president of the
New York Hardware and Cutlery AS
sociation.
He's big believer in belonging to
trade associations: says it pays TO get
in touch with folk in your own line
! told him ] couldn't see where that
could help any one. and he replied:
of course, you can't, Peter. but you're
young YET. Kittens are blind for nine
days. and young fellows are much like
kittens. only much more So"
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DREADlLAND AID DVENTyIRES--B -BuD0ddy|
"THE GIANT HUNTS GOLD"

ice and the Imp had thrown II with
amazing force.
But the blow made Billy so mad he
got over his scare In hurry. Sailing
into the Imps with his club he crack
ed head after head. But each time the
Imp struck would pick UP his head and
hurl It at Billy. Soon the air was fill
cd with flying heads, SO many he could
not dodge them all.
Peggy jumped forward to help Billy.
pounding the 1mps with a stick. But
even with her help, the battle went
against them. The heads hurt when
they hit and each blow sent sharp chills
through the children. Besides they
didn't seem to be able to harm the 1mps,
for after they threw their heads they
picked them up and put them back on
their shoulders as good as ever.
Now the Imps began to pinch Peggy.
Each pinch made her feel as though she
was freezing. And they attacked Prince
Bonnie Blue Bell so fiercely that in
minute he fell helpless, frozen like a
chunk of ice
Help! Help!" he whispered before
his lips froze together.
Billy. quit fighting as he heard the
call. He turned to pick up Prince Bon
ME Blue Bell, but at that moment Peg
gy, chilled to the bone by the pinches
of the Frost Imps, tumbled TO the
ground. Billy grabbed her under the
arm, seized Prince Bonnie Blue Bell with
his other hand and dragged them both
to the chariot.
Away! Away!'' he shouted TO the
White Rabbits, which were shiyering in
their harness. The Rabbits gave a great
leap, and broke into gallop that, for
the moment, left the Frost Imps far
behind.
Tomorrow tctH be described the
race tcith the Frost ImpS.)
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roaring" snapped the Frost Imps, and
with that they blew a chilling blast
that made Peggy and Billy Belgium
shiver until their teeth chartered.
"I'll drive them away" shouted Billy
bravely. He picked up club and gave
one Of the Imps sharp crack overthe
head. Bing. The blow knocked the
head Of the Imp completely of. Billy
Belgium gasped in dismay. He hadn't
meant to smash the Imp to pieces.
Then strange thing happened. The
body of the Imp picked up the crack
ed head, pressed It hard, as boy
presses snow ball. and hurled 1t
straight at Billy. So astonlshed was
Billy that he didn't think to dodge and
the head hit him smack in the eye.
Billy saw stars. The head was like
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CHAPTER Mi

DHlLTP knew that Jeanne was
l. watching him as he lifted the coffee
from the fire AMI placed the pot on
the ground TO cool. His mind was
in a hopeless tangle-a riot of things
he would like To say, throbhing with
a hundred questions he would like to
ask. one after another. And yet
Jeanne seemed bewitchiugly uncon.
scious of his uneasiness, Not one of
his references to names and events so
vital to himself had in any way pro
duced a change in her. Was she,
after all, innocent Of all knowledge in
the things he wished TO know? Was
il possible that she was entirely ig-
nOrant as to the identity of the men
who had attacked Pierre and herself
on the cliff? Was it true that she did
not know Eileen Brokaw, that she
had never heard of Lord Fitzhugh Lee,
and that she had always lived among
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CCCI
DACk again in New York! what an
- eventful few days I've spent at dear
old Farmdale-and what change the
outcome of them are going to make to
me.
I've had a long talk with Bruno Duke
and he's given me lots to think about,
but before going into that I'll finish re-
cording the happenings at Farmdale.
Saturday I spent at the store. Ellis.
dads manager--he's a pharmacist-was
off for the day so / helped out.
1t seemed strange to be working be-
hind the counter again, and certainly
very different from what II was before
| went away.
noticed things about the old store
that I'd never noticed before. You see,
Francis has been bullying me Of late
to read business magazines and books,
and | started to do so out OF self
defense at first. but lately I've really
got interested in them.
Now you can't read books and maga-
zines of that sort without getting a
bunch Of ideas, but you don't realize
it till you see chance to use them.
Not for the world would I say any
thing to hurt dads feelings. but I've
got strong hunch that dad is some
thing OF an old timer in running a store.
| dropped around to Dawson Black s
place--he runs hardware storc--dur-
ing the afternoon and had chat with
him. He and ! were at school the same
time but he graduated two years before
I did.
| was telling him that / thought dad
was old-fashioned. Believe me, Daw-
son." ] said, bit boastful, l fear, "if
ever | have to take charge of the old
store I'll make some changes there"
He laughed and replied. II thought
old Barley Water chats what we
young fellows called Barlow who runs
the big hardware store) was pretty much
of back number. Member | used to
clerk for him? Well, when I came into
IL little money and bought this business
| thought I would show the old chap
few things"
"And did you?" I inquired.
Il did. l showed him how many ways
| could make darned fool of myself.
He showed me that some of us young
fellows aren't as smart as we think we
are. and that whatever we may think
of the methods they have of doing busi-
ness, we've got to judge them for what
they are. | found out that old Barley
Water was the biggest hardware man
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the wild people of the north? BY
what miracle performed here in the
heart of savage world could this
girl talk TO him I'm German and Latin ?
Was she making fun OF him?
lie turned to look at her and found
her dark, clear eyes upon him. She
smiled at him in tired little way, and
he saw nothing but sweetness and
truth In her face. In an instant every
suspicion was swept away. He felt
like criminal for having doubted
her; and for a moment he was on the
point Of confessing to her what had
himself, and went to the river to wash
the pot.black from his hands. Jeanne
was a mystery to him. IL mystery
that delighted him and filed him each
moment with deeper love. He saw
the life and freedom of the forests IN
her every movement-in the gesture
OF her hands, the brd.like poise of
her pretty head, the 1.-THE grace OF
npr slender DO0y. Sne Dreatneu tne
forests. 1t glowed in her eyes. in the
rich red of her lips, and revealed its
beauty and strength in the unconfined
wealth of her gold-brown hair. In
dozen ways he could see her primitive.
ness, her kinship to the wilderness.
She had told him the truth. Her eyes
smiled truth at him as he came up
the bank. No other woman's eyes
had ever looked at him like hers:
none had he seen so beautiful. And
yet in them he saw nothing that she
would not have expressed in words
trust, thankfulness
that he was there to care for her.
Such eyes as those belonged only to
the wilderness. brimming with the
flawlcss beauty of an undefled nature
He had seen them, but not so beau
tiful, in Cree women. He thought of
Eileen Brokaw's eyes as he looked at
Jeanne's. They were very beautiful,
but they were different. Jeanne's
could not lie.
CONTINUED TOMORROW
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EVERYDAY STUFF


Skating
smooth is the path Of the man who
knows poise
Life's just harmony, speedy or
slow.
Follow his track for all common.
place joys.
Glide along!
Slide along.
Easy you go!
Who cuts to make progress is one
who cuts ice.
A goal he'll be winning while
crowds vainly strive.
He's as bold as an eagle; they're
timid as mice.
Spin along!
Win along!
Up! Be alive.
Life is a story that lasts for
day;
A band that's parading with Joys
In its train!
A laugh and blessing; a song and
play.
Whizz along.
Fiz along!
Life is champagne.
GRIF ALEXANDER.
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rected Jeanne. I'VE haven't added a
Greek course yet"
Il know OF a girl" unused Philip,
as though speaking TO himself, who
spent five years in girls college, and
she can talk nothing hut light English.
Her name is Eileen Brokaw."
Jeanne looked up, but only to point
TO the coffee
1T is done" she advised, unless YOU
like il bitter"
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-01-21
TODAY'S BUSINESS EPIGRAM
Persistence is Of more rdlue than
skill.
What does this mean to YOU:
Business Questions Answered

Kindly advise mo regarding the following.
| nave a strong desire for comuosit ion
work such as writing short stories poems
etc. like to do nothing better than TO get
an ITEM tor "a newspaper and write II up
or work as news correspondent, but work
along TINS lin" is not to he considered al
positlons OF mat sort are rare in this town
have written many stories. one of which
contains about 5000 words. Could YOU ad-
wise me where to submit this story where
handwritten manuscript is acceptable and
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Safety First

Mrs. - How dare you come
home in such an intoxicated con.
dition?
Mister - Er-ah--you are SO
beautiful. my dear. that love to
see you twice.-Cornell Widow,
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-01-21

(Pcg9y aud Billy 90 Nth Prince
Bonnio Blue Bell Dhen he seeks TO
arouse the sleeping things Of earth to
sprintimc toork aud piuy)
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Cut out the pigsGso ON all four
sides. Then carefully fold dotted
line l its entire length. Then
dotted line 9. and SO on. Fold each
section underneath, accurately.
When completed turn over and
you'll find surprising result. Save
the pictures.
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Jeanne drew back. For a moment
she did not speak. Then she said
without a note Of harshness in her
voice. but with the fnality of a queen:
Father may tell YOU that when we
reach Fort o. Godl"
AID then she suddenly leaned to-
New-York tribune., 1919-03-22
Visions After the Fact

THE VISION FOR WHICH WE FOUGHT BY A.
NJ shnons. l2mo. pp 1877. The Macmillan
Company.
The Vision is a splendid one, no
doubt, but we cannot help wondering
whether it was really cherished bv any
considerable number of persons when
we entered the war or even while we
were fighting the war. Certainly if it
was, the fact was concealed with eX-
ce'lent skill. The general impression
was that we were fighting to defeat
the Nuns, to liberate the lands which
they were depressing, TO make ourselves
safe against their savage assaults and
to make the world safe for democracy.
Since those ends have been partially
not entirely = gained it is easy to
evolve from our inner consciousness
innumerable other aims, some of which
are highly desirable. But it is scarcely
judicious to regard these latter as the
things for which we were fighting; and
it would be decidedly injudicious to
give first attention to them to the neg
lect and perhaps the sacrifice of the
things which really were the cause and
the object of the war. The latest vol
ume of "The Citizens Library" is a
most illuminating and informing book,
even to the many who will not agree
with all it's conclusions, but its title is
not, as we have suggested, altogether
accurate. The Vision is not that for
which we fought, but rather that which
has arisen in some minds because we
FOUGHT
New-York tribune., 1919-03-22
The Year That Is Past

THE AMERICAN YEAR BOOK: 1918. Edited by
Francis G: Wckware. Syo. pp. xvii. $50 D.
Appleton & Co.
Year books, ANNALS, almanacs ct
cetera vary in style and scope. Each
has it's merits and each appeals to the
taste and meets the needs Of a certain
constituency. Probably no one of them
is entirely universal in its fitness.
We should doubt, however, if any other
comes nearer to universal acceptabiiity
than this one, which the Appletons
have been publishing from year to
year, and which Mr. Wickware has
been editing with no other change
from year to year than to make it
more and more complete. 1t strikes
the happy medium between manuals
which are entirely narrative and those
winch are entirely STATISTICAL and it
does this by giving abundantly both
narrative and statistics. An American
year book in both name and fact, it
recognizes the worldwide interests
of America by including within it's
scope all the lands of the world Also
1T covers every conceivable depart
ment and phase of human interest
political, economic, scientific, literary,
sociological, religious, educational. it
is a cyclopadia within the compass of
handbook, prepared by such an ar
ray of expert authorities as it would
be difficult to find elsewhere mar
shalled in such an undertaking. To all
who wish a comprehensive, authorita-
tive and must perspicuously arranged
history of the year that is just past
this work is Indispensable.
New-York tribune., 1919-03-22

mandment is loyalty. The king could
90 no wrong. Charles XI, the great
father of Charles XII, was the State,
before the Grand Monarch of France
thought of uttering his famous phrase.
yHharles XII acknowledged no adviser.
'r:epys-wise, Colonel Klingspor gives de-
llcious examples of atmosphere in
"nicn ms hero was brought up.
In the course of an Elizabetban
euiogy on Queen Illrica Eleonoro
mother of Charles XII, the model of ali
womaniy virtue, the good colonel tells
US that only once was His Majesty
charles XI forced TO upbraid her in
pubic. Colonel Klingspor draws freely
ana not ungracefully on the flowers OF
,he fields and the stars of the heavens
IN describing the queen, but admits il
was her foolish, womanly heart that
drew upon her the just censure of her
royal spouse. She had given her Jewels.
silver, silks and damasks TO feed the
starving populace of stockbolm ore
winter. and, having nothing more to
give, pleaded with her huband to alla-
viate the suffering of his subjects
II took you unto me to bear me chit
dren, not to offer ADVICE" was the stern
feproof OF the King, and the Queer,
LOOK y In the right spirit of Christian
"s"h'ty' J. G. a.
New-York tribune., 1919-03-22
Problems of Peace -Making--
international Relationships

based. OF the essential human prob
lem of the world, of the fact that revo-
lutlons come and go but the stream
of human progress flows slowly on, Of
the fact that you can indeed change a
governmental machine overnight but
that your people will be the same
people in the morning and for many
mornings till the new environment and
the new activity slowly breed better
men; Of all this common fact of habit
and character and growth that every
plain soul knows by instinct, there
is not the faintest glimmer. The mil
lennulA is seen missed by an inch, be-
cause somebody in Germany failed to
shoot somebody else at the right mo-
mentt
1t is hard to be patient before such
wise Stiffness. Ones sympathy goes
out to the plain voter who prefers his
lunches and his leaders to all the
pretty, changing theories The old
bosses, with their human comprehen-
sion, seem fountains Of wisdom by
comparison.
The volume begins with clear and
brief review of the three systems of
reform. Thereafter Mr.. Russell ana
lyzes the failure OF each in certain
respects and proceeds to construct a
hybrid world of his own desire. The
original MARKHAM theory is, of course,
dismissed out of hand, having been
disproved by lapse of years and be-
come quite out of fashion.
There are various forms of Social
ism: The form in which the state is