Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-11-13

" the channelli Peter ran WcOu Neast
;yprsss Point; Cape Sunrise lthe en-
! RENE easterly end of the island Leap
,rog Riyer Little SANDY N., and BIZ
;ew aibrsltsr tthe western end of The
sland) 81. Anthony Falls; Michael
! lent little waterfall up in the hills He
liked the sound Of the name, he claimed;
OF shame that had so long rested
by complete though belated vindication.
fGr tho eay no RseS s mira pro
of each and every member Of the lost
company lay the unvoiced belief.
amounting to superstition,,-that i would
be tempting fate to speak Of this long
| ing than "the camp"
Notwithstanding his dominant person.
ality and the remarkable capacity he
had FOR real leadership Percival was a
simple. sensitive soul. He writhed under
there was a good deal OF It going on.
| The satiric Randolph Fits, notwith-
standing his unquestioned admir- q on for
the younger man. took nm active delight
| in .denouncing what he was prone to al
lude TO as Perclval's political aspirations:
Il Ia only fair to state that Fits confined
his observations to very small coterie
OF friends, chief among whom was the
subject himself
you are the smartest politician I've
ever encount tered, and that's saying n
good deal" he remarked one evening as
he sat smoking wi tn c half dozen COM
psntions in front Of one Of the complet-
like SO many birds, their tired backs
against the facade" OF the cabin, their
LEGS stretched out In front OF them:
You're too deep for me. ! don't see just
what you're graft Is. A. A.. if there was
a chance to graft, ia say that was II, bur
you could graft here for centuries and
have nothing to show fsr II but fresh air.
Even II you were to run for the office OF
king; or sultan or shah. you wouldn' get
all Of 'om, i'll say that for you. To Il
man, tho women would vote for YOU
especially IL you were 10 run for sultan.
What Is YOUR game"
Percival smoked In silence, his gaze
fixed on the moonlit line Of trees across
and speaking of women. that reminds
me-" went on Fits. when does my
lord and master intend to transplant our
whats that. Fits" said Percival,
called out of his dream.
"Ladies-wnat about 'em? When do
sions we have prepared for them7"
Captain Trigger suggests next week"
What's he got to do with tf Amt
you hhk
s,,h.sinIs snss ST. soos. s lot to do with It, you
"Besides." drawled Peter snipe. the
novelist, picking doggedly at the cal
loused ridges on one Of his palms some
dark Of the moon. They say It's sure to
bring bad luck"
There's quite a mixup about It," OBJ
served Fiattner. Part Of 'em claim It's
never had any good luck moving. by the
light OF the moon, and Careni -Amorl
says she doesn't blaine her for feeling
that way. Sort of catfish way Of imply
inE that the fair Olga could sst along
"I was speaking to Miss Clinton about
It today" remarked Michael Malone.
What does she think about III" from
4 don't know. She asked me what l
And what did you tell herr"
that let a'q me seI out T Being msm in I'm haS no'
entitled to a vote or an opinion. and I'd
be very much obliged to her II shea
notstry to drag me, into it-and 70 an
upon she said she was in favor Of NOV.
ing by the light of the sun, and payin'
no attention at all to the moon. Which
I thought was very Intelligent Ar
daytime, the darned old moon won't
know anything about it till It's too late
You're Z the frs. Il Irlsher r he! Iys @ ever seen
great % load Tf ON my n' mind Now cam nes ask K
you why the devil you've never returned
that pocket-knife Of mine, I thought
It. A good many people-really bright
and otherwise intelligent people--firmly
believe It's bad luck to return anything
that's been borrowed. suppose I've
owned fifty umbrellas In my time. The
only man who ever returned one-but
YOU know what happened without my
telling you. He got caught in a sudden
shower on his way home from my apart
ment after making a special trip to re
turn 1t, and died some three years later
OF pneumonia Sick two days, heard.
SO, as long as you're not bit supersti-
tlous about It. I'd thank you---"
anything I borrow-that is. never more
than a day. It's against my principles.
Don't ask me for your donmed oio
knife. lent It weeks ago to Soapy
Shay"
,.s; you "a S'd S. oFsS Sses s %asS SsuS nSsss and
| haven't been able TO look Soapy In the
g! think he did, lie kissed It,"
FINALLY offered 10 put up his letter OF
laugh. That lead pencil is worth more
than all tho letters Of credit Jumped to-
Rether, He wanted to write note. So
I agreed to let him use II II he wouldn't
take It out OF my sight and on condition
that he didn't write more. that fiye or six
lines. But when he made as II he was
going to sharpen 1t, ] threatened him
tuinessY These low-down rich don't
know the meaning Of frugallty, Why II
I hadn't stopped him he might have
whitfield Off Ave thousand dollars worth
OF lead. Just like that, I also had to
caution him about bearing down too
hard while he was writing"
what was he wanting to write
note for2" demanded Malone HAS he
''It was a note OF apology. He says no
never fails to write q note OF apology
when he's done something he's ashamed
Of, or, words to that effect Lifelong
practice, he says ~
THAT little nurse, Miss Lake-the
one with the coral earrings, You know,
Mike. saw you carrying q bucket Of
water for her yesterday"
"ier name isn't Lake." said Malone.
"It's Hardwickiey, And if you had your
eyes open, you'd have seen me carrying
one for. her every day 30 you would,
my The ts damned Villain ~ exploded Flatt-
nor. ''IIe told me her name was Lake
word with only four. letters--and she
turns out to have--lets see-eleven
cali that pretty shifty WORK, DO. YOU
can't trust these wisards OF Wall street,
Lhcy i',v w ~ ,,esIed iiornsworSisd me-