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The Huron Expositor, 1916-08-11, Page 7THEII or• ON EXPOSITOR 46[1.11•4144majtktw, 40Vi MRS. BEAN M T THE CR SIS :Jarrie Safely Through * Of Lif by Lydia LP' V etal*Compo d 3313neee walked • eho'tightfully into tn ttle back room, the bareness of whiel ept to its former crudeness by th h of the boss. wee in strange co ast to the elaborately nairrored nn abogany carved Occident, Here, t n extremely , plain round table, b ound, the huge and impassive Sledg g moodily out the dusty 'wind° hile Frank Marley, with a half em ed whisky glass in bis hand, sat re- arding him with amuzzled expression. arley turned esidile -relief when b a w Bendix. I "I've just been suggesting that w uild the proposed Ridgewood avenu attension ottt of the company fun ther than make a new issue if tock," he explained. "By addin lightly to our •bonded indebtednes, e can dol this and keep the additio• 1 net earnings among the Preset t toCkholde ," and he stroked his nett y cropped gray vandyke, with the a ost smIrung complacency of a ma ho i srre be is earning a reput on for perior judgment Bendix ooked at him a Moment earieved fwondr.. "I den't suppose you remember thit we first d eided on the Ridgewood enue exte4sion for the express purpo e of re�rga1zat1on, new issue of stoik and readjistment of shares," he chl t- ingly rem nded Marley. "I kno ," persisted Marley.- "B after mat re deliberation, it seems th t to make lhe extension from the co pany's eaifnlngs is the more leg,itima e business rethod. I am not in favor f the modern practice of watering stoc The earni gs, after all, are not incre s- edsibeyseto k juggling" dg ed ponderously from his insiiectionj of the clingy little areaway as Bend1i left the room. "Your l's a ,peach;" he delicately hinted. 6 - • "Molly?' smiled Marley's nose. "S e Is a beau isn't she? The boys are crazy a1xut her. It looks like a c l- iege con ention out at my house 11 the time.' "I wanti to get acquainted with he ," ordered Siedge, much as if he had be a Fending tile happy word to some risg new poll clan. A shad of annoyance passed oVer Marley's "That up to Mo Nashv through lle,Te n. -4 -"When I as going e eh lige of Life I ad a tu- mor as la ge as a Ichild's he d. The doctor sai it was three year: coming and gave i e medi- cine for i until I was calle away from the city for some ti • e. Of coarse I ould not go to him then, so my sister -i -law told e, me that sb thought Pinkbani's Vegeta le Com- uld cure it. It hel • ed both ge of ;Life and the mor and t het I did not need he doctor. e Pin hate remedies until the gone, the doctor s id, and I felt it since. I tell •very one as cured. i If this 1 tter will rs you ' are welcome use it." . H. BEAN, 525 Josep Avenue, , Tenn. . Pinkham's Vegeta • le Com- ning the Id fash- he needs al period attecesie Ra- tmerica's heat Lst Won- leee. . set tittat hia hoes* riddete On Wade and the' lute Ulna Itek he stabilise of rode Str aohn Oish *mots ilia' told ill* fl la a =One ! a Wawa** as, a as he he mess neeen triost about gee fleet *elk 'maiden *le to- had pre& ge. Oldness teied in vain Elinor. *het preeently he FIgtee4d e "leftist had what oilleent to- sec 3iist lithe rdck on. eel theme ;b0 ni a Getrusiesa n the steak he had IMO I retie= rea twirsO at ses his mark test 1. * nal the house stoven vat tehens. adorable lire ten naturally n ore or lee* ally a frame 7.thirottey. Ta. atteat iaU r ttlet„ without surrounithir ire Amid ad ranges-, WoodWork sheet metal, of a wc a be ng er Dor. neyte sheettli teceseare me with views be used. tee A k ing roof or =di er fro not ▪ po of ovide summer iRDATS Maia* , PROLOGUE. "A Tale of Red Roses," by George Randolph Chester, is one of that author's best stories. It introduces a typi- cal red blooded boss politician of the type found in many American cities and a beau- tiful girl, with whom the boss is in love. Incidents of politi- cal intrigue and high finance are fascinatingly told. The author relates, as_only he can, stirring incidents in ward, city and state politics. In his strenuous, spectacular wooing the politician makes the girl the favorite at a gov- ernor's ball. He has diplo- mats, artists and notables of every description pay her homage. He lavishes pres- ents on her. He anticipates her every wish. His love is overpowering, all consuming. "A Tale of Red Roses" holds the interest of the reader from start to finish. Once be- g= it must be finished, • CHAPTER, 1. The Dawning. of a Tender Paiori. Mae4 wagon, naturally choos- hag the rush hour for the per- formance,.breke down in front' of an extra crowded car, and traffic was promptly knotted for three bloc.ks. A. shining big automobile, fol- lowing up the hill, came so close be- hind that the glare of the street car -shone with unpleasant brightness on the occupants -a smiling red cheek -ed girl at the wheel; by her side a gray vanclyked -man with sinister lines run- ning sharply dowuward from his down pointed nose; in the tonneau a plainly dressed and modestly pretty black hair- ed girl with large and rather timia ayes and a slender golden haired girl whose ehief mission in life, from her expression, would have been taken to be mischievous fun. •"Hello, Bert!" called the girl at the wheel.. "Can you uncrush yourself?' • The rather large young man in the neatly fitting blue suit who had been Jammed against the rail of the rear platform had already begun to worm his way out of the ill humored throng on the street car. "I'll try it," he laughed, "although I don't expect to have a button left." The crewd, its clothing still clatnmy ' from the rec.ent rain, made way for him reinctarttly, even though it needed the space he occupied, for the pompous • looking, yandyked man in the car was Frank Marley, by all odds the most unpopuler man in the city. He was the president of the street car Com - The young man in the neat blue suft, whose cheeks were fizterlessly pink and whose luxuriant black mustache was earled in two srezingly perfect ring- lets, picked his way daintily through the slush. "Bert, thie is the treat I promised Y**' said the girl at the wheel. "Miss Fern Burbank," he guessed, ehtsping the blond visitor's hand, and at the same time he gave .his left hand condescendingly to little Jessie Peters. "Welcome to our muddy city." "Thenleyou," smiled the golden hair- ed young lady. "Of course this Is handsome Bert Glider." "Molly's been telling on me," he lightly answered as he took the folding seat just behind Mr. Marley, sitting sidewise so that he could address the two girls in the tonneau and still en - lee' the clean cut profile of Ethelyn Marley, known to her intirnntes as Molly, for no better reason than that it was a handier name. The lights in the car ahead suddenly went out, and a groan arose from the miserable passengers on that suffocat- ing vehicle. A reoghly breathed man, Who had been res i ng hie elbow in the wishbone of gray N • hiskered little Hen- ry Peters, reached the point of heroic defiance. • Efe cursed the street car company Slid demanded, '''tVlay don't they put on more cars?" Little Henry Peters, who admitted he was a stockholder, took the com- pany's part. Tee conductor crowded back through the solidly packed aisle and the gm -ermine platform to jerk hopefully et the trolley rope, and little Henry ['eterssqueezed between his oppo- nent and the fat butcher linen bones 1 'could stand no more. popped f m be- tween their peripheries like th inside of a grape. lancling in the tola plexus of a tired Hibernian, who had dured more than enough. -Get out of my stomach, st ckhold- er." he gruffly ordered -and pu hed tle Henry's derby tightly do n o'vr his earsienst as another maehl e dreW out of the fretting rettrwerd e arid, stopped by the ragged gutter restJ1 abreast of Marley's Machine. 'he con- • ductor having restored the lig • ts, the attention of the uncomfortable passen- gers was now directed to t e new- comer, o heavy. jowled man o middle age, who sat as stolidly in e rux- about by the side og his driv r as if he had been at home dining, "It's Sledge," said the raan ith the frayed cigar. He gets his I ttle old rakeoff, too, from jamming six people into a forty passenger car. W • le he'is running the townthis rotten •ld Uxe won't have any competitien." "Mr. Sledge is a lgood lcust mer �t mine," observed the fat bOtche "There's one thing about Be Sledtie -he -always keeps Some big c'ty inl- provement going on," annotn ced the Irishman who had ,extinguish d little Henry Peters. Little Henry pulled his der'y audi- bly off his head and rubbed the red circle it had left. "Mr. Sledge is the wor gman s friend," he declared, "Aw, shut up!" ordered th gestalt Celtic laborer and kicked !hie nkle by' way of accidental etrithaals. It was strange thet, while everytiody on the car kept the nal -he o • Frank Marley sacred to their hatted, Ii e nanae of Sledge, who was notorious hrough- out the United States for h utterly conscienceless metheds of pub lc theft, W&6 received witn equanirnit-y. Meanwhile •Sledge, turning to see who his neighbors 'night be, met the eye of Frank ,Marley and, nod ed per- ftmetorily and then' bent his ntire at- tention on Molly, gazing at he in stol- id concentration, with no mor change of expression on his heavy features • than if he had bon reading a time- table. Bert Glider noticed is rude- ness and tried in a mood o intens'e ttggravation to catch Sledge's eye and reprove him with a savage fr wn, but he might as well -have tried to catch the eye of an oyster. Sledge, perfect- ly contented with the pleasin picture which at befoae him, con i tied to stare calmly until Molly, d cernitig from Bert's 'countenance th t some- thing was wrong, turned to eet the • small gray eyes of Sledge fixed thoughtfully upon her. She wheeled abruptly to her father. "Isn't that the scandalous Sledge?" she asked, annoyed and still mused. Her father nodded his b ad and smiled, his nose becoming s 11 more pointed in the process. -"Wein introduce him. I c n make him stop staring, then," she ordered. "He can't drive on.1' "I say, Sledge," ealle.d Mar ey, lean- ing forward. "This is lay faughter. Molly." Sledge tagged at bee hat a d smiled his acknowledgment of the ntroduce den. “Glad to meet you," he to d Molly. "I didn't know you had su h a fine looking girl, MarleY. She's a corker," and once more he viewed M s Molly with quiet approbation, in wh eh, there was a dawning glimmer, of uite un - Sledge -like enthusiasm. "I think so myself," laughe Marley. "First -thing I know she'll b getting married." "Sure!" agreed Sledge, co templet- ing her earnestly n this n w light "I'd marry her myself." The street car ahead gave i forward lurch. and the fieraingly ndignant Molly darted into tee opening "The ugly brute!" she gasp d. * • * * * There arrived on the morn ng train, esci rted to the platform by distinct- ly k nrshipful porter. a tall, ig boned • gel -man in a light gray suit of fine tet -!..m, a plump, careless man to wh me one would instinctive! turn for a e h• it/sly funny 'story, an a hard jaw i ' man of a most forbi ding exT press: es who looked about a cortunui nicate es a cabbage. Th gentle- man loitted about ithe botel with his month shut, while the oi ser two "scouted." Promptiy at 11 o' lock the returned from their various irectione and gathered in the rooM of the erner ing tall one in the gray suit. "Well, Timbers, is it as c eerful as we thought?" asked the hos , settlitag himself in the most comfo ble chair. "Looks gay and merry to mc. B09-` zana," replied Mr. Timbers, f Iding hi hands on his fat knee and frownin intently at a little slip of pap r be he41 between his thumb and orefinger. "Sledge is, bf course, the who e works." • "What's the approach td S edge?" • "Tum Bendix." returned Timber • promptey, consultieg his slit of pape it gets o need a v is to him Lydia • pound the Cha when I g -1 took ti turner w have not how I • help oth -Mrs. Nashvill Lydia • pound, a pure reedy conta extractive properties of good ioned roots and herbs, meets • of woman's system at this criti of her life. Try it. • If there 'many sympto case which puzzles you, the Lydia E. Pinkham Co, L an, Mas. in your rite to editine mines Ir invented' electricity, and his noodle is swelled So that it acks his scalp." . . "You'd better lead me to Bendix person," 'suggestei Bozzam rising. e"COme e4, Mooclson." Very eutomatica iy the sil nt man arose and accompftnied Bozz 1m from. • the rooni with the air of b ing just ,aswilhin4 to do that as an • I Ig else. Just ase utomatically he folio eed Into the offic of Tom 1,3endix five minutes . later and stood silently by, et) oppres- sive in his inertia that he re le oved to himself all speculation a.butit any one who weal la his cotapany. I"I want* to talk electrical tr nsporta- tion with you," began Mi. Bozzam cheerily as he laid the. card: of Mr,. Moodson and hineself on the • esk. "I ana Charles W. Bezzam of $ w 'York, and this is Mr. AlVin Moods°, of Phil- adelp " i . Bendi shook hands noncoMmittally with th� two geatlemen and invited. theni to iave sea "I do 't know at I car to talk electrical tranapo tion, but I'm will- ing to listen," he !smiled. - "There isn't mu/eh to say,'l Bozzam atated.eeds new • better think your city and street car facilltIe4, and we are here to, give them to y u if yott • will let ns. The eompann I, ropoSe to form will be bone fide- and rfflbe in - e corporatiry. Mr. Moods= for a million doll in reg - tiler mo take a riparter of a Minion of he stock himself. It might be some satisfac. tion to you. to seaure a repo on Mr. Moodson from Dunn or Bra treet." Mr. Bandit grinned. "It sonnds like h. 'high gra e -propo- sition," he acknowledged. "'11 speak to some friends of mine ab ut it this noon." • t• When Tom Bendix walke into the Pcciden saloon he paused. moment at the bar, but even though his wish- • es were as potenthere as th se of cm- nipotenee, since lie represen d. the om- nipotent Sledge, he had. to I wait, for both the choice bartenders Were in de- lighted attendaime on a c eless fat man.• , "Who's' the entertahameu commit- tee?" asked Bondi', a trifle sharply. "A total stranger by the name ot • Timber," ' rejoined Phil, vigorously teHe sifts everything before • tiO R the big boy, and 'you don't • introductions: The best phi Por !Masts ad Mersa right to his office and giv InUsioror ov4tar ep er straight story." ta kitAVIESII ...neeeesereese SWOON* 1eMi temptuously. "Because hel dent of the street car co "How about Marley?" -A. ftuff," returned T • bers co the pre DanY • 11 arow. a matter which is entirely he stated, with a trace of stiffn s.• ' "All ri, t. Put it up to Moll" sald Sledge a4d looked out of the window again. Marley hesitated and balf arose. Ile knew thlt his call was over, and Yet he had s mething else on his mind. • "By tla way, Sledge," he observed, trying to speek as if the matter had Just occ ecl• to him, "that note ,of miee at t e First National -it falls dlu.e next we*. I am afraid I shall h ve to have a extension." Sledge nodded ' imperceptibly. "Tell avis I soi it was all right" - he 'direct .„ • Benclii returned, and -with him as Bert Glider, redolent of the odor o barber si op and -With his Curly bl ck mustach avaxedeand brilliantined IA it wa filled With alitost painful e- tlections. He greeted Mr. Mnrley with much pa re effiusieene.se than that gen- tleman d hina:----------- -- ' - , "Hello, Marley," he said, grasping he street c r magnate's hand with re- mendous man to man heartiness. " ou are just the cane I want to see. I ve been tryl g to get -/vIolly on the pho e, and they tell me she'll be in at y ur office sothe time this afternoon. Will you eerily her the happy news that Dicky R' ynolds Is in town and that I invited im to her taffy pulling -tomor- row nig t? Tell her to eavite Jessie Peters." Sledge turned slow questioning e es on MarlY / "You oing to be home tonight?" he inquired. "Well, yes. I rather think so," al- rley. e ming out to see you," decided. • tered M "I'm c Sledge. • "I'll b Marley. tomorro glad to have you," admitted "I suppose I may eee Davis rt Sledge nodded assent, looking stoeily while at the hand hole In the d gate at the end of the area- way. "Well, Glider, tell us about it," invit- es Marley went out - t you to tell me," laughed happy unconsciousness Olai deadly offesase to Sledge, vrho • °is the: liNsuzia.ver ' artut to IfsioNssr* out ineax high boa ed Bend 6,1 w ' *Mae zeganovow siM dmItalfeitax. "*at of the 1isOtY-:-3Fef4 rift ,taseltwill yea -giver form* ittlibeetr to state," rep* "The miner, a price on it this moreing, coutidecrtiai." owner didn't know be was retorted. Bendix dryly. e the land, I think, for d, Glider, but you'll have to ick." ty thousand's' gasped GI Id Porson offered it to m '0 fees want to get acquainted Iwith her," oedered Sledge, mopping um an almost imaginary splash. "He' h sell full of new ones that every time -be Opens hie mouth he spills a good laugh." "Whet's his busitess?" demanded Bendix, who wee an earnest collector of defieite information. "Carrying hot ones, as tar as 1 can get it," answered Phil, laughing remi- niscently. "Say, this guy tells 'em so fast you can't remember 'era. Blendy just asked him to stop so he could write 'ern don. Ede slipped in a fun- knOck or twO about the street car seevice here." lieLetahinee iem 111111r1s,"-- me, "The tSgred, may ha ty thou speak q "Twe 'Why, eight." "That "Give over," "All dim an Bert Sledge "(hid ou s what we intend to pay me a day or two to thin egged Glider. ight; you're en," agreed Ben - hurried out of the room. as about to follow him 1I4' hen ailed. r," wen els peremptory er. for It Children Cry OR FLETCHER'S CfctS..,TORIA mons. 'what kintl'orflowera does 31o1- ly Mnrley like?" Bert Glider almost stneli the nsh end of his cigar in his month. Oen sud- denly upbraided himself for a fool as he erentelly vomplimented Sledge on deseimiug his reputation of being tee most astute politicinn in the state. "Red roses," he promptly returned andStwirled the rigbt hand curl of his mustache. He stopped that proeess abruptly' mid felt of the curt with deep, concern. One of the hairs W11.9 ranged, and he fixed it with the aid of a vest packet mime "Thanks," said Sledge and resumed his inteeested inspection of tbe hand uoie in the gate. Sledge, looked out of the window for long moments of thick silence, and then lie expressed his thoughts on a plot in hand in this fashion: "Say. Pendia, send a load of roses out to Molly Marley for her party to- morrow night, the reddest ones -they've roc.* PP 1/1 CHAPTER 11. Molly Invites en Additions! uest. HERE are the red roses, Molly?" asked Bert Glider as he vallied into the re- ceptiou parlor of Marley's pretentious big house that night. -1 don't know," replied Molly, much concerted. "Dld you send some?" "No, nut I thought some were to be sent to you," laughed Bert. "It's too good' to keep, Fern. . By the way, that 'Petite just slipped, end you'll have to pardon me for it. It's Molle's fault. She never called time anything else." -hkiho is it?" demanded Molly. more eager to hear the news than he liked to see. "The information is highly im- portant: if true, and. I must not be kept in suspense." I "Hold on to something, teen," he warned her. "One, two, threee-Sledger -Sledge!" she repeated. "What? Thee great big"- She paused for lack of words, and her faee flamed suddenly scarlet with indignation. -Sledge," he joyously' ineeited. and thee, to the puzzled Fern, -You re- menaber the big fellew•whose car stop-. ped, just abreast us ;Ian night?' • Mr. Glider, who as a boy end been an expert in pulling the wings- from flies, went straight on with the slaugh- ter, seizing immediately the, glorious opportunity which presented itself when Mr. Marley, brave in smoking jacket. and pumps, sauntered into the parlor. "Great news, Maeleyr hailed Bert, beaming with delight upon the joyous laughter of Fern. "Molly has captured a new honor for the family. Whose do you suppose is the latest scalp at her belt?" "It might be almost anybody," re- turned Mnrley, who felt that hie moth- erless daughter's popularity reflected somehow on himself. "Who is the particular victim you have in mind?" and he laughed in advance. -Sledge!" exploded Bert. "By the way, Marley, he gave you a hint of it too. Didn't he ask you today while I was there for an invitation to Molly's paety tomorrow night or eoinething like that?" t "Well. not exactly. but he did throw out some pretty etrong hints," ac- knowledged Marley with a grin, en- tering into the joyous spirit of the oc- casion. "He asked permission to call ou Molly. I told him that was up to "How unusually consideeate!" ob- served Molly. biting her lips to sup - `press the rising fury which bad driven the blushes from her cheeks and left them almost waxen. The Marley butler, a thin faced and thin legged young man with a pain- fully intellectual countenance, stalked emit the hallway portieres in answer to a below stairs ring and returned from the front door With: -eIr. Sledge, sir, to see Mr. Marley." "Show him into the library," hastily directed Marley, suddenly contrite and feeling a sinking horror. as did all the ethers in the room, of having this man face t� face with Molly. especially n fter the crimes against her. of which -they had themselves been guilty. The instruceions were too late, how- ever. "Good evening," rumbled the deep voice of Sledge, who just -then appear- ed directly in the center of the opening In the portieres. He wore an Inverness topcoat, the open front of which dis- closed a marvelous expanse of white shirt front, spaced with diamond studs, the glitter of which paled, how- ever, by contrast with the enormous solitaire which illuminated the solidi gold watch fob presented to him by the Young Men's Marching club of Ward G. His hair was pressed as smoothly to his skull as an earnest' Italian, barber could. plaster it, and various angry specks on his cheeks told how microscopically he had been shav- ed. The eeowning triumphs of his toi- let, hoWever, he carried. In his right hand he bore, held by a wide velvet ribbon, in the same hege fingers which clutched the gold headed cane pre- sented by the Capital City Sledge- club, • a thirty dollar box of candy, two feet across, wrapped with six beribboned layers of fancy paper and provided with an absolute maze of drawers and partitions. In his left hand he carried a speckless silk hat of the latest French shape, aed that arm encircled a conical parcel, so big that it would haye staggered a smell man, while froln the upper end of the cone pro- truded a square yard of screaming red roses. "Good evening, Miss Molly," he add- ed, becoming more specific. "'I 'brought these for you myself." and he beamed his cerdial good will upon the entire aesemblage. It was in this breathless crisis that oll y Marley, aggravated beyond en- duranee, took her merciless revenge. "Ho*, perfectly delightful!" she cried, and she swept toward. him with more eager 'cordiaLity than she had ever be- stowed upon Bert Glider himself, 'We'e just been talking about you." and tien, to the intense consternatiott of bexi father and her foremost suitor, she a ed: "I want you at my party tomo ow night. Won't yon come, • FELT LIKE A NEW PERSON • After Taking Only One Box Of • "Fruit -a -MeV EAST &LIP Harmon; N. S. "It is, with great pleasure that I write to toil eon of the wonderful benefits 1 1!..ve received from taking "Fruit -a- t ; For years, was a dreadful ietei•rce from Conslipatioin and Head- aches, and I was miserable in every way. Nothing in the way of medicines seemed to help me. Then I finally tried tiFruitia-tires" and the effect was selendi0. After taking one box, I feel 1E:0 '1!i.ety person, to have relief from those sickening Headaches". MARTHA. DEWOLFE. 50e.. box, 6 for $2.50; trial size, 25e. At eh I cal ors or sent postpaid by Fruite a- iives Iiiimited., Ottawa. ,1 mease-re * . * • * * * •* * , The next day Smash, Molly's pet, like the; way of many good dogs, fell Into thel hands of the official dog catch- er and l was taken off to the pound. Molly ars In a pitiable state. She an - pealed , o her father. He testily said that he was busy. In tier desperation and haekly knowing why she did it she telephoned to Sledge. One of Sledge's men said that he was very busy. But when he heard it was Molly he jump- ed inte.) an automobile, accomparded Pdolly io the pound and. got Smash. On the *ay home Sledge talked of hist log Bob, and Molly shivered when hei seed hd like to match Bob &gallant SmashAs if noticing her displeasure, he changed the subject to Molly's par- ty, and; for the hundredth time Molly was sorry she invited laim. * tip • * * * * A yelp on the front porch announced the arrival of Ben Sledge, and. he ap- pearedin the brilliantly lighted, hall, laokling a tightly stretched chain, to the other end. of which was attached a one eyed, stub eared, battle scarred bull terrier, which took such a violent disliketto the intellectual faced Marley butler that Sledge was compelled to hold 14ns clear of the floor with one brewn!. ' hand and spank him loudly in the ri s with the other, whereupon Bob g , ve a single yelping promise to be good, and Sledge let him down, "Thi'S is Bob, Mists Molly," Intro- duced iSledge. "I'm sending him right back With Mike, but you said you'd. like to see him," 'Delighted to meet you, Bob," laugh- ed May, stooping down and patting him oi* the seamy head. Bole ideliberately batted his good. eye with all the effect of a wink and wagged his absurd sttmap of a tail by , f41 hrought these for you myself." rillehlknth A squatty man, who looked se much/ rine Bob. even to a patebed eye, thag. they could have been taken for twins emerged from the darknie, nigged Bob to his bosom like a brother an berried away. Fern and Molly limited at each 001 tvith dismay. If this was the start o the evening what else might they eno pect! "Wier didn't Mike tram them ho Away?" wbispered Fern -You poor4 girl!" -I'm not!" denied Molly fiercely. Raid this imorning flint I'd like to s NI). ma of course. Mr. Sledge broup-,1141 him. The only trouble is he's sin quick." "He's instantan• eous," corrected Fe "You have to ndroire it" iangbe hfolly. "Well, the only thing I can 13 s to he as game as he is.'" And u Si -edge's return from some careful rections to an unseen' companion o Mike's she introduced him to h friends with all the sprightliness which she was capable, way of friendly greeting, then he sud- denly made a lunge of about four feet and strained, choking, at the end of his chain, on his hind feet, with his tongue hanging out From the rear of the lot he had. heavd the bark of the suspicious Smash. "Wbeee's Mike?" demanded Molly hastily and in some fear. Beet Glider and five of the eight couples whom Molly, had invited had already arrived and. were now, of course, thronged eagerly in the door- ways. "What's your hurry, Molly?" snick- ered loose jointed. Dicky Reynolds., "Hold your caller till I run out and. get,Smash. He knows Me." "Don't you dare!" shrieked Molly, (listrusting him with good reason. Bob loosened his throat enough to answer the chellenge from the kennel,, I and. there wasn't a girl left in, the d• • -ays except Jessie Peters, who • .1 to Dicky's sleeve. go with you, Dicky," offered dr - little Willie Walters, with aid echo of Dicky's snicker. "If /ou do he'll bark at yen," .bottZ Molly, knowing Wee 'Wises /./ 1• pxopeasities, rest of the boys were ter ing e• the good work, but Sladigeni* the incipient hysteria tae-pidtlesi up • by the neck, returning doer and booming into the nielsktillio potent syllable: 0.••••••••=0. (Continued ten Page. six) Mean 13 BoAT BASE. Major Discovers Secret Submarine • Base While Fishing. • How bediscovered a Geralan sub- marine base on the coast of Kerry,. the facts of which were reported to the authorities, is described by Major • Darnley -Stuart -Stephens en The Eng- • lish Review, He was on a fishing expedition, having chartered for the purpose a Kerry "hooker." Ho con- tinues: "I enjoyed, on the whole9 fele hauls, except just in one patch, where sport was exasperatingly poor. Here in Dingle Bay I was, on Septem- ber 22, running 1/1 on a light five - knot breeze—the true mackerel svinit —when my boatman confided to Me the curious information that 'the ile was driving away the fizh, God bless - them.' I may explain I had the • hardy navigator 'efficiently' drunk— • taikatively so—on this particular - day's fishing, for I had Artit <loots' about things teeing all right in the • 'Bay of Dingle Oh, -Sure," he mean- d-ered on, 'she comes in to sleep beres' • I kneewhat was coming. 'Yes, Sir: ray ship's company continued. "She hats a nice sandbank 'down there bee rween these two pints,' waving bus• hand in the direction of Inch and Rossheg Points. 'Ah!' I tlaought, of a heavy density that would Stick for some time to a limited sea area,: a lubricant for the machinery of the periodical sleeper.' I determined to, launch my attack from the 'and side —a course unpursued at Gallipoli— and so put about and beat up to Tra- lee River, where I landed, and the next day took the train for Kilgorg- hen, the nearest little town to where evidently the German secret subma- rine base was situated. At this hot- bed of the Sinn Fein I became con- vinced that the whole countryside was in the 'know."' [['q"Ez==.'IliAtt4t7":27-17.11:. War Nicknames. War nicknames are a curioug study. Probably there never was a wari whieh did not give rise to sone Coraie or offensive designation for the enemy. "Picts" (painted people), and "Lombards" (long -beards) ree main as imnated monuments of the Roman soldier's play of fancy. The French In the early centuries called us "tails," for some rather myster- ious reason. On. more obvlousi grounds we have been known sine/ the days of Joan of Are as 'hgode lams," the one epithet to which oni.0 gallant allies hone remained fait throughout the eenturies. We our side bane chiefly exercieed wit on. the supposed paws:Wu, a Frenchmen for frogs. The nature a war, indeed., can generally be twaee ed in war nicknames. There Is roois thing opprobrious in "Ruseti," something posittee caressing "fuzzy-wuzzy," the English nickname/ for the brave but intsguld Soudan-i- ese. "Guppy" suggests good -sea -hewed contempt. The Boer "rooined" "33rodrick" are familiar, but net sultirt g.—Tit-Bits. Civilians Victims of Raids. In the attacks on the British Islest from sea and air during the ware 2,1 6 0 persons have been killed ot wounded. The number of deatha 550. The figures were given in the' House of Commons recently by Her- bert L. Samuel, the Home 'Secrete:ye as follows; In the three attacks from sea 61 men, 40 women, and 40 ehildrele were killed, and 611 persens were -injured. In the 44 air raids 222 men., 114 women, and 78 children were killed, and 1,005 persons were inured.. The number of soldiers and sallom who were killed is only a compara,. tivtely small fraction of the total. e Unable To. Sleep Or Do Any Work. SUFFERED FROM HER NERVES., Mrs. Thomas Harris' , 8 Corrigan St., Kingston, Ont., writes; "I had been a constant sufferer, for many years, with my nerves, and was unable to sleep at night, or do any work through the day. at last decided to consult a 'doctor and find out what was really the trouble. The first one told me 1 would have to go under an operation before I would be well, but I would not consent to is. One day I took.a fit of crying, and it seemed that if anyone spoke to me I would have to order them out of the house. I must have been crying two hours when Jur insurance agent came in. He advised me to try a box of -Milburn's Heart amt leheve Pills, and 1 at once sent to the drug store and got two boxes, and before had them telt-en. I felt like a different person. I have told others about theta, and they have told me they wotild net - be without them. I am very fisettieftti 1 started to take Milburn s Heart deul Nerve Pills." • Milblirlen Heart and Nave Ms are •50 cents per box, or 3 boxes for $1.25, at all dealers or ,riled direst on teceept of price by The T. Milburn Co., Lindted, Toronto. Ont.