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Bandits Raid | Big Warehouse; Get 45 Barrels - Force Two Watchmen and Government Agent to Regis ter Regular Calls as Truck Is Loaded. Chicago, Aug. 28.—Ten men held up three guards In the Waken A Mc Laughlin bonded warehouse early to day and escaped with 45 barrels of whisky valued at $150,000. The bandits piloted two motor trucks Into which they loaded their loot. Several cases of liquor as well as the barrel goods were taken. Seven barrels which were rolled down from the second floor were aband6ned in front of the entrance, as there was no room for them aboard the trucks. The 10 raiders leveled guns at two private watchmen and a government agent with the threat to kill them if they spread an alarm. They worked quietly and systematically from shortly before midnight until nearly 6 this morning loading the sroils. Throughout the night they forced the watchmen to register their regu lar calls, absence at which would have apprised the police that some thing was wrong at the warehouse. Tabernacle Built. Freeport. 111., Aug. 28.—Despite oc casional showers that caused cessa tion of operations, volunteer workers I late Monday accomplished their aim of building in a single day, a large frame tabernacle seating 2,500 in which evan l geUstic meetings are to be held Sep 1 temper 4 to October 6 under the j^jblces of the Ministerial associa tion. Preachers, bankers, merchants and building craftsmen worked with saws and hammers and much material used was also donated. Send De Valera Message. Vallejo, Cal., Aug. 28.—A resolution of felicitation to Eamonn de Valera was adopted and dispatched Monday by the state convention of the Ancient Order of Hibernians in session here^ The message read: "The convention sends you greet ings and best wishes for your success In today's elections. Stand fast for the republic. Our efforts and finances are pledged for the success of the cause you ably represent.” Burgess Bedtime Stories By THORNTON W. BURGESS. Wisdom cannot be attained Until knowledge has been gained —Young Chuck. The Beginning of Wisdom. The young Chuck, who was living In the old atone wall on the edge of the Old Orchard, didn't expect to live there always. He merely Intend ed to stay there for a while. He still dreamed of seeing more of the Oreat World. But It was very pleas <\nj* there, with plenty to eat close ■rtftTiand, and was as safe a place as W he could Imagine. So the days slipped away and the young Chuck still made his home In the old stone wall. * One day he followed the old stone wall down to the far corner of the Old Orchard, and there under the nearest apple tree he discovered a hole. It was the old home of his father and mother, Johnny and Polly Chuck, though he didn't know this. For some time he sat looking at It from the bushes along thp old stone wall. The longer he looked at It the more It soemed to him that that was just the kind of a place he wanted. After a while he ventured over to It and poked his head Inside. His nose told him that some one was living there. He was disappointed. You have no Idea how disappointed he was. Then a happy thuoght came to him. "Perhaps,” thought he, "that who ever is living here Is not big enough and strong enough to fight me. I'm not afraid of any one my own size. I’ll just watch this place and find out who does live here.” So every day the young Chuck went down where from the bushes he could watch that hole under the apple tree. His friend, Striped Chip munk. found him there one day. "What are you doing down here?" he asked. "Watching to try to And out who EDDIE’S FRIENDS The Fellow Who Talks Golf During the Game. ]| I ' _ f X UPTBD Jit out ot= tMe S AMD UlfTM A j SPoow /1MD / L MADE: tMe J f Mole / m p-7 Ti^our y f SA^ ' UJtR-E PUAIVIMG POKER] I Mot 60L.V- = ^ /\MT& OP- ) (HOORE 5HV ( 60L* bam ! ^ TMAT’S AM'OLD MAMS GAME EDDIE/ BO MG IM LOUR GOLF CLUBS WE. WAMT -TO SuMT 1 A GOLF BUG r x made L 4M ”t*' T-dB OTdBR PAW* MOT T3AP FOR Molbs, K) ,ts ' Tl5~ ■f 8 2?i Kl(<?)l«23 «T iMT'L F lATUHt 3CKVICF. I*-. lives is that old house over there," replied the young Chuck. "Well, you don’t need to watch any longer, for I'll tell you; Jimmy and Mrs. Skunk live there,” said Striped Chinmunk. “Who are they? I don't believe I ever have seen them," returned the young Chuck. "What?" cried Striped Chipmunk. "You mean to tell me you don t know Jimmy Skunk?” The young Chuck nodded. "That’s just what I mean," said he. "What sort of a fellow Is he" "Most Independent fellow in all the Great World and one to tyhom every body is very polite,” replied Strlp*^ Chipmunk, and then scampered away. The young Chuck was very curi ous. "If every one is so polite to him and he is so independent he must be big and dangerous,” said the young “Pooh!” saM he fn himself. "I'm not afraid of that fellow." Chuck to himself. Then he scratched his nose thoughtfully. You see, he couldn’t understand how any one who was very big could get Into that old house. So he spent more time than ever watching it. At last hts patience was rewarded. Bate one afternoon some one In a black and white coat came out of that old house. It was one of Jimmy Skunk's children, and he was smaller than the young Chuck. The latter no ticed this right away. "Pooh!” said he to himself. "I’m not afraid of that fejlow! I could drive him out of that house without half trying.” Ho watched the young Skunk amble along up through the Old Orchard. Presently he saw Bowser the Hound headed that way and he chuckled. You gee. he expected that Bowser would promptly chase that young Skunk, snd perhaps kill him. But Bowser did nothing the kind. When he saw that young Skunk he turned aside and went around him. He didn't even bark at him. He was most polite to him. The young Chuck became thought ful. Here was a mystery. There must be something he didn't know about. He would wait before trying to take possession of that old house. It was the beginning of wisdom on the part of the young Chuck. (Copyright, 1923.) The next story: “True Independ ence." Get. back your health KY SUFFER from rheumatism, stomach ilments, kidney and bladder diseases, ervousness and general run down con dition, when you can be relieved and cured? Excelsior Springs waters are famous /he world over for their remarkable curative powers. More tham 200,000 people come here each year to build up their health. You can do so, too. Send for Free Descriptive Booklet, No. 30, which gives the complete story of hxcelsior Springs and its health-giving waters. Kxcelelor Springe Commercial Club Beeelelor Springe, Mo. -9 ..— ' — Rough-Hewn Dorothy Canfield \ (Continued from YeMerdar.) SYNOPSIS. Neale Crittenden. typical American young man. linn grown up in lnlontown. n vllluge near New \ ork city, ha* been graduated from Columbia uni\entity and has taken a position wltli a lumber firm. At college lie fell In love with Martha Wentworth, who declined hi* proposal to wed. Martha I* upending a year in tier many with her father. Nettie accept* hi* disappointment philosophically mill bends hi* efforts toward *ucce*n in bii*i ncM*. In France. Marise Allen. about Neale'* age. live* with her American father who i* foreign agent for un Amer ican firm. She I* an accompli*hcd lin guist and pianist and goe* to Koine to continue her studies. Neale in speudlng a year abroad. In Koine lie meet* Marise and they become clo«.e friend*. Neale and Marise visit place* of interest with two other Americans, a young man mimed Livingstone and u young woman, Eugenia Mill*. Neale and Marine find they axe In love with each other, though neither ha* mentioned it. Marine decide* to go to Fnris to visit her father. She borrow* train fare money from Eugenia, who, being fond of Neale herself, I* giad to see MorUe go. “Oh. I don't know. I don't know. Quite a long time. I may—I shnll probably not come back at all. It won’t be worth while. Mme. de la Cueva will soon be In Paris again. Goodby, Eugenia, dear. You’ll bo soon coming north, too, won't you?” "Oh, X dare say,” said Eugenia, “If It gets too hot here." Going down the hall, silent and empty in the dawn, Marise stopped for an Instant before his door. For an instant she was forced to think of him, the thought like a weakening potion. She stared hard at his door, her hands pressed tightly together, trembling from head to foot. She was going away. She would never see him again. She turned back towards her own room. She could not go. She ran desperately “flown the stairs, sick at the Idea of what love Is. She had almost been caught. She heard the steel jaws snap shut as she fled. CHAPTER LI. “Yes," said Eugenia at the break fast table. "Marise was suddenly coll ed back to France by family matters. She is her widowed father's house keeper, you know; and then, too, there is an old Bervant somewhere who brought her up whom she feels it her duty to go to see every once In a while." "What's her address in Paris?" ask ed Mr. Crittenden urgently. "I can give that to you. but if you're thinking of writing her a card it wouldna reach her, for nhe was to go directly on to the south, and I haven't the least Idea what that ad dress is. Some tiny village on the seacoast. I believe. Or Is It In the Pyrenees? liut she will be back very soon, almost any day. It's hardly worth while trying to write her. She ll be here before a card could follow her around.” Mr. Crittenden got up, leaving his coffee untouched, and left the break fast room In his unceremonious Ameri can way, without a sign of decent civility. Mr. Livingstone looked at Miss Mills eloquently, with a shrug which meant “What can you expect?" Eugenia waited till every one except herself and Mr. Livingstone had left the room and then said, hesitatingly: "Mr. Livingstone, I wonder ...” He was on the alert in an Instant, surprised at her personal manner. "It's an outrageously big favor to ask of you, but I don't know any one else adroit enough to manage It." She paused, reflected and drew back, shaking her head. "Oh, no; no! What am 1 thinking of?" I!y this time Mr. Livingstons was In the chair beside her, assuring her warmly that If there was anything, anything, he could do to be of service — I shall consider It an honor. Miss Mills, I assure you, an honor!” Miss Mills let her blue eyes rest on his deeply, as if sounding the depths of his sincerity, and then, with a yielding gesture of abandon, decided to trust him: "I’ve been foolish, and I’m so afraid I shall have trouble un less you can help me. Promise me you won't tell Mile. Vallet. Or any one." Impassioned protestations from Mr. Livingstone. 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What claim have 1 on your . . Livingstone, blinking Joyfully, sprang up, too, protesting that noth ing would amuse and Interest him more than such a mission. And for her, any mission would be his joy! ‘‘Well, think it over. Let me know tonight. I’m ashamed to have men tioned It.” she said in confusion. "I don’t know how I dared. But oh, Mr. Livingstone, I am so troubled about It. And I am so alone! No one on whom to . . . ” She had gone, mur muring apologies, touched by his in stant responso, leaving Llglngstone as much moved and agitated as she. She Wfnt through into her own rooms, and told Josephine: "Put those manicure things away for the time being. I must go out. to do a bit of shopping. But you can have them ready at 10. I'll be back by that time. It won’t take me long." Neale stood, frowning and looking at his watch, waiting for Eugenia to come down from the ladies' dress ing room and have dinner. As he fidgeted about, looking glumly at the brilliant scene about him, he was wondering with inward oaths of ex asperation what could be the matter with an 'body's clothes and hair after the slight exertion of sitting perfectly still In a cab from the door of the pension to the door of the restaurant. It was not that he waa impatient to have her Join him. It was because he was in a steady fever of impatience to have every thing over—the evening, the day, the right—to put back of him another of those endless, endless days—to be one day nearer, to the time when Mariso would return. "What?” ho said irritably to the smooth-voiced waiter who now ap proached him with an intimate man ner. "Oh, I don't care which table!" "Here, sir, is one right by the edge of the terrace, where the view is finest," said the waiter in excellent English. "Perhaps the lady would like a screen. There is occasionally a drRft from below." He hastened to set a small screen, to rearrange fussily the handsome silver and linen on the daintily set table, to slant the single fine rose in the vase at another angle. Another waiter, also impeccably polyglot, with gleaming hair, admir ably cut clothes and an insinuating manner, now murmured in Neales ear: "What wine, sir?" Neale answered on a mounting note of irritation: "Oh, I don’t care what wine!" "We have an excellent Frascati, sir. that is our specialty. Not found everywhere, sir. The ladies usually like It. Or . . .'* "AU right, serve that," said Neale, adding to himself unreasonably: "If you knew so well, why bother me about It?” The real waiter In charge of his table now arrived in all his majesty, the first one having been but an aide. Neale saw by the earnest expression in his eyes that he Intended to make their conference a serious one. and cut him short as he began to call over the possibilities of the menu by a repeated "All right, that'll do," be fore he hail had time to do more than mention one sort of fish or one entree or one variety of fowl. "There, that's over!” he said to himself with a long breath of relief as the pained waiter turned away to carry Into execution that brutally Im promptu order. Eugenia arrived now, followed by a little stir all over the restaurant, as people turned to pay tribute to her beauty and her toilette. "He can't help noticing that!” she thought hap pily, her pride and satisfaction show ing Itself only In an Increase of the perfectly unconscious naturalness with which she took her seat. "Oh, what a beautiful view!” she said In a low tone to Neale, looking down over the cypresses of the Pala tine to the city, like a heap of uncut jewels, dully, deeply colored, under the light of the setting sun. "You know how to choose a table, I see!" she added admiringly, In an Intimate tone. She wondered If perhaps he had come out In the afternoon to reserve It. She noticed the screen now, and looked at him gratefully, really touched. The waiter arrived with the soup. "Yes, it is a fine view,” said Neale, rousing himself. "A very fine view, indeed. That's the Colosseum over there. Isn't It?” "res," said Eugenia, "and that's the Arch of Titus." "That's the one with the awfully bad bas-reliefs, Isn't it?" said Neale. "Oh, no,” corrected Eugenia, "the one with the poor sculptures is the arch of Septimus Severus. The arch of Titus is the good one, you know, with the bas-reliefs of the Hebrews.” "Oh, yes. of course. You're right," admitted Neale. Eugenia thought to herself, tri umphantly: "Ah. It’s not only Marlse who can talk history with him!" She was eating her soup with a lively appreciation of its* excellence and found herself perfectly able to keep up an artistic and historic con versation with Neale, but she was also acutely aware through the pore3 of her skin that every wor m around her was jealously scrutinizing her costume. She expanded joyously, like a cut flower set in water. How well everything was going! Certainly Neale must be aware how he was being envied. She made a ramark about the style of the gigantic statues on St. John Eateran. visible In the distance, and turned her arm slightly so that her sleeve would hang better. Neale answered the remark about the statues on St. John Eateran and continued to look In that direction i as though he were thinking about them. (Continued In The Morning Her. I Adele Garrison “My Husband's Love” The Questions That Troubled Madge ••is She t loselj Watched Katherine. My first impulse upon hearing that low. bitter wall from Katherine's Ups was to spring out of bed and go to her. Then I realized that she be lieved me to be fast asleep, or she never wuuld have so lost control of herself as to give utterance to the whispered wt.rCa I had Just heard: "Oh, God! My empty arms!" To my excited imagination the sor rowful plaint seemed to echo and ro ecbo in the silence, calling to me for aid and sympathy. But, although I instinctively felt that some time she would voluntarily give me the key to her sorrow, yet I also knew that to betray my knowledge of her cry nov would he an unpardonable intrusion. Madge Simulates Sleep. So 1 lay motionless, simulating sleep, as I had done ever since, at her command, I had lain down in Mother Graham'* bed while Bhe kept vigil beside my eick child Katherine had arranged that we should watch Junior In three-hour shift*, and she had antd determinedly that she would court her three hours from my actual going to sleep. I knew that she would carry her word to the letter, so that I had a double motive for remaining with closed eyes and regu lar breathing. But my brain and my memory were busy, ranging over the years of the past, and my knowledge of both Kath erine and her husband, Jack Blckett. my brother-cousin, the only close kin, besides my father, whom I possessed They had met In war-racked France, where each—Katherine as a nurse. Jack as an engineer in charge of con struction—was playing an Important part In the greatest of all world tragedies. They had fallen in love with each other promptly, had been separated by the Inexorable conditions of war, and when Katherine next saw him he was wounded unto death and lyinn; In a’hospital ward to the charge of which she had been assigned. After a long convalescence and their return to America they had been married—how well I remembered their wedding day In Lillian's wonderful white and-crlmson living room In the artistic apartment in which she had then lived! Life had seemed full of promise for both of them, although Jack had not yet fully recovered from his wounds. But though his physical health had responded to Katherine’s loving nursing, and I knew that now he was restored to the full strength which had been his, yet I also knew that ever since their marriage there had been a shadow upon their hap plness. •‘I Told You I'd Call You.” Kxcept for chance, casual, un avoidable explanations of his explo sions of temper, Katherine's lips had been loyally sealed, but I knew that his unreasoning and unjustifiable jealousy of Dr. Braithwaite, the al most elderly head of the war-zone hospital where Katherine had done such efficient work, had come near making havoc of their first year— indeed, I flattered myself that 1 had salvaged them from wreckage when, with the privilege of kinship. I had treated my brother-cousin to such a feminine "blowing up" as he never had known before. But the happiness which appar ently ensued. I had discovered to be only a patched up one when my lit tle friend returned to us to stay while Jark made one of his neces sary trips to South America. Not from any confidence of Katherine's did I learn, it. hut her unconscious manner wan that of a Caged bird set. free. And- now this bitter moan. Coining stialght from to over charge,) heart. hinted of more poign ant sorrow than I had guested That it was useless to speculate 1200 Per Year sr.d Self Heh> HIGHLAND COLLEGE Located in N. E. Kansas Pre-engineering. Pre-law and Pre-medical courses. Two yean* university work Fully accredited. Expenses Jow. Address J. L. Howe, Highland, Kansas The New Five Passenger Buick! A new Buick six-cylinder touring car! Buick in character—Buick in quality *—yet a new Buick—a finer Buick. It it has a compelling fascination that in spires you to take the wheel and, con scious of being fittingly conveyed, travel the ways of business or of pleasure. Here, too, is power. 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