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Wild moments there had been of late
years when she longed for the faces of
Romany folk gathered about the fire,
while some Romany pral drew all hearts
with the violin or the dulcimer. When
Ambrose or Gilderoy or Christie re-
sponded to the plcadings of some senti =
mental lass, and sang to the harpist's'
strings
cold blows the wind over my true love.
Cold blow the drops of rain;
l never. never had but one sweetheart:
In the green wood he was slain
and to cries of again. Ay Dor
again ~ the black eyed lover, hypnotic
ing himself into an ecstasy, poured out
race and passion and war with the law.
in the true Gipsy rant which is sung
from Pennsylvania to Yetholm or Car
narvon or Vancouver
Time was l went to my true love
Time was she came to me-
The sharp passion which moved her
now as she stood before Jethro Fave
would not have been so acute yester-
day; but today-she had lain in q
Gorgio's arms today; and though he
was nothing to her, he was still a
Gorgio of GOrgios; and this man be-
fore her-her husband-was at best
but man of the hedges and the byre
and the clay the quarry and the
wood; nomad with no home, nothing
that belonged to what she was now n
part of-organized, collective existence,
the life of the house dweller, not the
life of the tan. the koppa and the veil
gouris-the tent, the blanket, and the
fair.
II was never bought. and was never
sold" she said to Jethro Fave at last
mot for three thousand pounds, not
in three thousand years. Look at me
well, and see whether you think it was
so. or ever could be so. Look at me
well, Jethro Fave"
% You are mine-it was so done
seventeen years ago." he answered, de
family and tenaciously.
Il was three years old, seventeen
years ago she returned quietly, but
her eyes forced his to look at her, wher
they turned away as though their light
hurt him.
1T is no matter" he rejoined "I
is the way of our people. 1t has beer
so. and it will be so while there is {
Romany tent standing or moving on. y
( In his rage Gabriel Druse could keel
/ silent no longer.
Rogue. what have you to say OF
such things?" he growled. Il am tn,
head of all. / pass the word, anG
! things are so and so. BY long and b.
/ last, if pass the word that you shal
sleep the sleep, it will be so, my Ro,
many chal."
His daughter stretched out her hanc
to stop further speech from her fathe
Hush :" she said maliciously, ''h'
/ has come a long way for naught.
will be longer going back. Let him hav
his say. 1t is his capital. He ha
only breath and beauty
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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the nurse out into the shade of the big
elm.
"We did it," she sighed happily, as
she dropped onto grassy knoll.
"And about Mrs. Norton?" he
queried.
Il had forgotten ner," she replied,
her face falling at the recollection of
what she had lost by coming here.
"Well, l ha dn t." he announced, boy
ishly, his face beaming. Il went straight
to her and told her the whole story. !
explained that you came here against
your will, so she renstated you in her
good graces and wants you to come
there as soon as you can. And l 'fessed
up SO nicely, or something, that she
really has forgiven me and wants me to
keep on with her daughters case. The
best part of it is" he added, smiling
down into her relieved face, that Miss
Norton's case is probably one of the
long drawn out affairs and ! can see
you every day. Will you like that,
Ethel?'
Her happy eyes, raised to his, gave
him his answer.
The next complete novelette-Under-
standing.
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"By the River Starzke IL WAS
So Done

yrHFRE was absolute silence for
i moment. The two men fixed thelr
gaze unon the girl The fear which haa
FIRST come to her face passed suddenly
and a will. new born and fearless, pos
sessed it. Yesterday this Will had ueeh
only a trembling, undiscipiined force,
but since then she had been passeu
through the tests which her own SOUL
or destiny, had set for her, and she
had emerged woman, confident ana
understanding, II tremulous. In days
gone by her adventurous, lonely spirit
had driven her to the prairies, savagely
riding her Indian pony through the
streets of Manitou and out on the
north trail, or south through couiees'
or westward into the great woods, look =
ing for what she never found.
Her spirit was no longer the vague
thing driving here and there with pleas
ant torture. 1t had found freedom and
light; what the Romany folk call It's
own tan, its home, though it be but
home of each days trek. That wild
snirit was now a force which under =
stood itself in new, if uncompleted,
way. It was a sword free from its
scabbard.
The adventure Of the Carlton Rapids
had been a kind of deliverance of an
unborn thing which, desiring the over
world, had found it. A few hours ago
the face of Ingolby, as she walked to
consciousness in his arms, had taught
her something suddenly, and the face
of Felix Marchand had taught her even
more. Something new and strange had
happened to her, and her fathers un
couth but piercing mind saw the changt
in her. Her quick, fluttering moods
her careless, undirected energy, heI
wistful waywardness, had of late trou,
bled and vexed him-called on capaci-
ties in him which he did not possess
Gu. now he was suddenly aware thai
she had emerged from passionate incon
sistencies and in some good sense hat
found herself.
Like wind she had swept out o.
childhood into a woman's world wher,
the eyes saw things unseen before, {
world how many thousand leagues II
the future; and here in flash, also
she was swept like wind back agaiI
20 a. time before there was even con
scious Childhood dim, distant tim
when she lived and ate and slept for
ever in the field or the vale, in tn
quarry, beside the hedge or on the edg
of harvest fields; when she was carriet
in strong arms, or sat in the shel
ter Of mans breast as a horse can
tered down glade, under an arden
sky, amid blooms never seen since then
She was whisked back into that dis
ta7t, unreal world by the figure of
young Romany standing beside . spruc
tree, and by her fathers voice, whicl
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uttered the startling words He says
he is YOUR husband -
Indignation and a bitter pride looked
out of her eyes, as she heard the prepos
ferrous claim-as though she were some
wild dweller of the jungle being called
by her savage mate back to the lair she
had forsaken.
''Since when were you my husband?'
she asked Jethro Fave composedly.
Her quiet scorn brought quiver to
his spirit; for he was of people to
whom anger and passion were part of
every relationship of life, its stimulus
and its recreation, its expression of the
individual.
His eyelids trembled, but he drew
himself together.
Seventeen years ago by the River
Starzke in the Rumelian country, it
was so done" he replied stubbornly.
"You were sealed to me, as my Ry
here knows, and as you will remember,
if you fix your mind upon it. 1t was
beyond the city of Starzke three leagues,
under the brown scarp of the Dragbad
Hills. 1t was in the morning when the
sun was by a quarter of its course. 1t
| happened before my fathers tent, the
tent of Lemuel Fave. There you and
I were sealed before our Romany folk.
For three thousand pounds which my
father gave to your father, you-'
With a swift gesture she stopped him.
Walking close up to him, she looked him
full in the eyes. There was a con-
temptuous pride in her face which
forced him to lower his eyelids sulkiIy.
He would have understood a torrent
of words-to him that would have regu =
lated the true value of the situation
but this disdainful composure embar
rasScG him. He had come prepared for
trouble and difficulty, for hc had rather
more determination than most of his
class and people, and his spirit of ad =
! venture was high. Now that he had
seen the girl who was his own according
| to Romany law. he felt he had been q
hundred times justified in demanding
e her from her father, according to the
/ pledge and bond of so many years ago
s He haG nothing to lose but his life. anG
t he had riskcd that before. This ole
Y man, the head of the Romany folk. hat
e the bulk of the fortune which had beer
g his own father 3 and he had the logic
!, of lucre which is the most convincin!
of all logic. Yet with the girl holding
his eyes commandingly, he was con.
Scious that he was asking more than :
Romany lass to share his tan, to e
! wandering from Romany people t.
% Romany people, king and queen Of then
- all when Gabriel Druse had passct
y away. Flcda Druse would be queen o
- queens, but there was that queenlines
in her now which was not Romany-
- something which was Gorgio, which wa
. caste, which made shivering distanc
between them.
Is As he had spoken, she saw it all as h
Il described it.
Vaguely, cloudily, the scene passe,
~ before her. Now and again in the pass
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-06-27
THE PROBLEM OF THE VAN !
ISHED PROFIT
Getting on the Trail

A FTER considering Malabon's figures
"A for some time, l asked suddenly {:
"What is your percentage of expenses
to sales?'
ooh, N.Y. he jumped at the sudden
ness of my question. Expenses for the
year were in even money $4,000. That
is, let's see-sixteen into sixty five
yes, as l always figured-25 per cent"
That's rather high, isu't it, for your
town.
High? Is it? You know I always
figured on - per cent and planned to
keep it at that. Salaries are high, but
I like to pay WELL My salaries are more
than S130 a week-isn't that high ?"
did some rapid calculation and then
said to Malabon:
''That is fair, but not extravagant,
for it's only 10 per cent of your sales.
Let's leave the analysis of expenses,
for that is no concern of ours yet. What
percentage of profit do you get?"
"Ah, there you are, Mr.. Flint. That S
what puzzles me so. l get one third
profit, that's 33 1-3 per cent, to be
exact. NOW, you see, Mr. lint, hg-
ured it this way: If my expenses are
% per cent and my profit is 33 3
per cent my net profit should be the
difference between % and 33 1-3
per cent - say 8 per cent. If
that's true, l should have a net profit
of s per cent on $50 200, and l figure
it out to be 5000. But where is it?
NV father made nearly that average
why don't II"
II can't say yet, Mr.. Malabon, but
I'm sure we soon will. Tell me, how
were your fathers expenses compared
to yours?'
There again I'm puzzled" he be
gan. My expenses are a little higher
than fathers. His were only about 2S
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per cent, but even taking off the . per
cent from my s per cent expected net
profit, / should still show profit of
$4,000. Now, got $2S00 the first year
and was satisfied, but even then
seemed to have lost in thin air, as you
might say, more than a thousand dol
lars. see?"
And your father made 33 1-3 per
cent gross profit?"
"Er-yes-he-er- and he
collapsed into apoogetic silence.
That's certainly queer" com
mented. Nov, let me see your books,
please
1.-The books consisted of a day. book
in which charge entries were marked
paid as payments were made. The cash
book merely consisted of the days
total receipts and disbursements-no at
tempt was made to separate cash from
charge account payments. Expenses
were Jumped in with payment for goods
and were in a glorious, hazy confusion.
'How do you know your expenses are
% per cent" l queried.
ooh, that's easy. l know how much
salary / pay every week, and l get Mrs
Malabon to pick out all the payments
for expenses every so often, and then
l-er-have my expenses. That's really
a simple way for small business, ism
it?"
The hopelessness of his accounting
methods was not thing for discussion
and Bruno Duke had drilled into me thu
Importance of keeping after the mair
issue, irrespective of how many Other
matters that needed Strengthening Out
should crop up.
Said Duke, "Our clients pay us fol
solving their main problem, and if w,
spend time on minor problems we d,
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AND HERE 1T CONTINUES.

ETHE old man started, his lips parted,
l. but for n moment he did not speak.
At last words came. The KapldS-
sneak. What have you heard, Jelhro,
son of Lemuel?'
II did not hear, I saw her shoot the
Ranids. I ran to follow. At Carlton
saw her arrive. She was in the arms
of Gorgio of Lebanon-lngolby is his
name"
A malediction burst from Gabriel
pruse's lips, words sharp and terrible
" thpir intensity. For the first time
b @ they had met the young man
L,9uchcd. The savage was alive in
the giant. -,
Speak Tell all" Druse said. with
hands clinching.
Swiftly the young man told all he
had seen, and described how he had
run all the way-four miles-trom
,-ari7Ion. arriving before Fleda and her
Indian escort.
He had hardly finished his tale
shrinking, as he told it, from the herce,
ness of his chief, when a voice called
from the direction of the house.
"Father-father,' it cried
A change passed over the old mans
face. 1t cleared as tho face of the sun
clears when a cloud drives past ana IS
gone. The transformation was startling
Without further glance at his COM
nanion he moved swiftly toward the
house Once more Flcda's voice called
and before he could answer they were
face to face.
She stood radiant and elate. and
seemed not apprehcnsive of disfavor or
reproach. Behind her was Iekewanl
and his braves.
"You have heard?' she asked, read
ing her fathers face. 80,
Il have heard. Have you no heart
bo answered. IF the Rapids had
drowned youV'
She came close to him and ran her
fingers through his beard tenderly'
was not born to be drowned, she SAID
softly.
Now that she was long distance
from Ingolby. the fact that man had
held her in his arms left no shadow on
her face. Ingolby was now only part
of her triumph of the Rapids. she
tossed
~ekewani and his braves.
"How!" said Gabriel Druse, and
made a gesture of salutation to the
Indian chief.
"How!" answered Tekewani, and
raised his arm high in response. An IN
slant afterward Tekewani and his fol-
lowers were gone their ways.
Suddenly Fledas eyes rested on the
Young Romany who was now standing
at a little distance away. Apprehension
came to her face. She felt her heart
stand still and her hands grow cold :
she knew not why. But she saw that
the man was ROmany.
Her father turned sharply. A storm
gathered in his face once more and
murderous look came into his eyes
"Who is he?" Fleda asked, scarce
above a whisper, and she noted the In
sistent, amorous look of the stranger
HE says he is your husband an
swered her father harshly.
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(Judge OtoI grotcs into the biggest
opl in the toorld ,ohen Peggy aud
Billy plant him in the hothouse. He
seeks to join a circus, but the man
ager is afraid to hire him for fear tho
tiger ,oiN be jealous. Peggt aud Billy
set up circus of their o,on. Judge
Opl, groning hungry, takes the meat
of the circus animals.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-06-27

TODAY'S BUSINESS QUESTION
What is a "farthing"2
AnS'oer ,oiH appear tomorrom.
ANSWER TO Yesterdays
BUSINESS QUESTION
A "ietters patent" is q toritino
crecuted and sealed, granting power
and authority to do some act, or
enjoy some right.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-06-27
THE WORLD FOR SALE
Copyright, 1918, bv Harper q Bros.)
THIS STARTS THE STORY

Fleda Druse, daughter of Gabriel
Druse, shoots in a canoe the wild
Carlton Rapids on the Sagalac river,
where it flows between the towns of
Manitou and Lebanon in the Cana
dian northwest. She is on the verge
Of losing her life in the whirlpools
below when she is rescued by Max
Ingolby, a financier, contractor and
manager Of great interests, who has
come to Lebanon to amalgamate the
railroads, unite the two towns and
make them the center of commerce in
the western north. On shore she is
insulteG by Felix Marchand, son OF
Hector Marchand, capitalist of Mani
tou. Ingolby attacks Marchand, who
VOWS revenge. There arrives Jethro
Fave. who claims that he and Fleda
were married when children, accord
ing to the custom of their races in
their native lands.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-06-27
BY SIR GILBERT PARKER

Author of "The Seats Of the Mighty"
''The Money Master" etc.
The Washington times., 1919-01-14
NO U. S. ARMY TO BE SENT
TO POLAND, LANSING SAYS

PARIS. Jan. 14.-Secretary Lansing
has officially denied a statement pub
lished in the Temps that America is
ready to send an eXpeditionary force
into Poland He said the statement
was "nhsolutelY false"
The Washington times., 1919-01-14
161 ENG|NEERSSA|[
FORBARRACKSH HERE

Four officers and 157 men, all at
tached to the 466th Engineers Pom
tcon Train. have left France on the
transport Msnchuria and will arrive in
New York on January 20. The men
and officers will then be sent to the
Washington Barracks.
These men left st. Navarro, France
about five days ago. Whether they
are originally from Washington is
not known.
Other sailings announced by the
War Department are:
Carries Only Two Soldiers.
The Dion, st. Navarro for New York.
is due January %. with two casual
officers.
The Canada. Brest for Boston. is
due January %. with the following:
Twenty-third balloon company to be
demobilized at Fort Slocum, Camps
Logan and Meade: casual companies
40 New York;. +24 COhio), Is (Kan-
sas). 40 (Ohio), 431 Irregular army
432 (Maryland). 4S4 Camp Meade)
4SS Irregular army and ninety-two
casual officers.
The Washington times., 1919-01-14

mother cry every time he saw her
That always made me cry, for / love
my mother so.
Couldn't Go to school.
Il never could play with other chill
dren. 1 couldn't even go to school. He
wouldn't give US enough money for
that. Even when / was in ST. Joseph's
"a school on Long Island), mother
had to come and take me out be-
cause he would not pay the bills. He
wanted me to work, and lately was
always ordering me to do things
around the house-even to build fires.
~ remember when we first came
to Westbury he used to stay nearly
all the time. He was always doing
something TO mother to make her sad
and cry. Sometimes he made her
scream. Whenever he said anything
to me at all it was something mean.
oh. longed to go to, school; 1t was
the only pleasure I could have had :
Mother bought me pretty dresses
when father was liberal and gave
her money. Father was brutal to
mother. He nearly killed her once,
choking her.
Il was upstairs that night (the
The Washington times., 1919-01-14
What Would Woman Jury
Do With Mrs. Lebaudy, Only
Mere COn1mOn-LaW Wife?|

to draw a revolver she fired and
ended the menace that threatened
JacQueline.
Would this evidence presented to a
jury OF women result in acquittal for
Nine. Lebaudy or conviction?
Would they believe she had nothing
to gain by shooting Lebsudy except
the safety of her daughter and her
self? That she must know the de-
tails Of her past. would be brought 10
light and that as the common law
wife she risked after his death l6sin..
her right to live in the house sf'afty
rooms and even to share in one penny
of his fortune?
Or would they take the stand that
human life is so dear that even A
man throwing away his own or freak
tsh amusements and wild expeditions
had right TO live that life though
his very existence threatened the
lives OF two others who had done him
no wrong?
The Washington times., 1919-01-14
WOMAN WILLS $4,000 TO
M. E. PREACHERS FUND

The will OF Mrs. Sarah c. Comstock,
dated December Il. 1913, which has
been filed for probate, sets aside
$4,000 for the use of the board OF
trustees OF the Northern New York
trustees of the Methodist Episcopal
Church in connection with the ma
tional fund for superannuated preach
ers Jennie Simmons. a sister-in-law,
is to receive 500: Mrs. Ellen Spencer
Mussey. $500; Mary J. Lent, Rosamond
Ross. Alice simmons, Daisy c. Mason.
all nieces, 500. Mrs. Ellen Spencer
Mussey and Edwin c. Duttoa are
named as executors.
Mrs Lucy NJ Clarke Is named as the
beneficiary under the will OF her hug
band. the late Lucian A. Clarke, who
died December last, and whose will
has been filed for probate. The widow
and the son are named as executors.
Mrs. Marjorie Sievers, who died
October Ia last. provides in her will
that her husband, Louis A. Sievers. re
ceive her interest in premises At 62t,
$50 and 623 s street northwest Harry
Clifton Foster, a son, and the husband
are named as executors.
The Washington times., 1919-01-14

night OF the murder). didn't see
father come in at all. 1 hadn't seen
him for more than a week. Mother
wouldn't let me. knew there must
be something the matter.
Locks and Chains Put On.
Mother was always taking my
quarreled she would get frightened
and would keep me close by her.
Last Wednesday she had locks and
chains put on the inside of our bed
room doors. Her room and mine
open into each other. She didn't tell
me what those locks and chains were
for, 'and when ] asked her she an
swered. They make II safer
She had to 60 through my bed
room to the stairs Saturday night
was standing stiff. I was so afraid.
I didn't know what was happening,
but 1 knew it was terrible!
Father was always doing awful
'things, and l knew when heard the
shots that he had come home. Mother
came back through the room and fell
on the bed. I managed to telephone
Mr.. Moore"
The only time that Jacqueline
seemed to soften toward her father
was in the conclusion of her inter
view. She added:
When father was away he would
write mother once in a while and
would send ten thousand kisses to
me-but he never gave me the kisses
when he was at home"
FAN to Find Will
The Lebaudy home was yesterday
searched in vain for a will Of Le-
baudy. Harry w. Moore looked
through many places where papers
were placed. He said that IL the will
is not located he will apply to the
courts to have an administrator ap-
pointed for the estate.
No accurate information as to the
extent Of the estate was to be had
up to last night.
The Washington times., 1919-01-14

come to a close tomorro% night.
On the stand Jacqueline unburden.
ed her heart and related a pathetic
story Of her life. From her earliest
recollection to her present unfortu-
nate situation she declared she has
suffered only unhappiness and disap-
pointment.
Jacqueline. who is fifteen years old,
said:
Il was born in France three years
after father went into his Sahara ad-
venture. ! can't even remember him
as being anything but mean to me.
The first time. 1t seems, that have
any recollection OF him was at the
Savoy Hotel, in New York.
He, never was good to me. He
never"even spoke to me unless it was
to order me around. He always look
ed like he was making fun OF me-
know he didn't like me, and he made