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m DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD , - m ' ! J ,1 74 ; i ;; i. it i I t i Um wu '''""'''''"'''"''''''''"'''''''''''''mw'w T Webster Man's Man I I By PETER B. KYNE (; o -o "MOTHERl" John Stuart Webster, mining engineer, boards n. train In Death Valley, California, on his way back to civilization after cleaning up $100,000. Hut he looks like a hobo. Then ho meets a distressed lady, who makes his hcait flop ovor. He eliminates the offending man. Being what he Is and also girl-shy, he docs not take advantago of his opportunity. But lie Just has to find out that she Is Dolores Ruey. In Denver ho Is offered a $25,000-a-year Job by a capitalist friend, Edward P. Jeromo. He receives a delayed letter from his own particular pal, Billy Geary, asking him to finance a gold-mining proposi tion In Central America and go fifty-fifty with him on tho profits. Thereupon ho turns down the big Job and decides to Answer the call of friendship and adventure to Sobrante. Jerome goes with John to the depot. Thoy meet the distressed lady on her way to the samo train. John lifts his hat, but gets the cut direct from the girl, who does not recognize him. John tells Joromo the whole story. Jerome secretly sees tho girl, offering her $10,000 If she Induces John to take his Job Inside of ninety days. The girl accepts. The scene now shifts to Buenaventura, Sobrante, where Geary, on his uppers, Is eating his heart out looking for a cablegram from his old partner. He has existed for two months on credit extended by Mother Jcnks, keeper df a dis reputable hotel. Dolores cables Henrietta Wllklns (Mother Jcnks) that she Is on her way to visit her. Mother Jenks breaks down and tells her story. She has been educating Dolores, who Is the daughter of former President Ituey of Sobrante, deposed and executed by President Sarros. Mother Jenks doesn't want Dolores to find out she Is no longer respectable. So she and Billy plan for him to meet the steamer and to turn the girl back. CHAPTER VI Continued. t 5 So this was the vision ho had volun teered to meet aboard Ln Estrelllta. and by specious lie nnd hypocrltlc mien, turn her buck from the portals of Buenaventura to that dear old United Stntes, which. Billy suddenly Tecalled with poignant pain, Is a siz able country in which a young lady may very readily he lost forever. With the quick eye of youth, he noted that Dolores was perfectly wonderful In a white flannel skirt and jacket, white huck boots, white pnnama hat with a gorgeous puggaree, n mannish little Jlnen collar, and a red four-in-hand tie. From under that white hat peeped u profusion of crinkly brown hnlr with ft slightly reddish tinge to it; her eyes were big and brown nnd wide apart, 'with golden flecks In them; their glnnce met Billy's hungry gaze simply, directly, and with n curiosity there 'wns no attempt to hide. Her nose was patrician ; her beautiful short up per lip revealed the tips of two per fect, milk-white front teeth: she wns, Billy Geary told himself, a goddess hefore whom nil low, worthless, ornery fellows like himself should grovel nnd -die happy, If perchance she might bo o minded as to walk on their faces! Be was aroused from his critical In ventory when the hour! spoke again: "You haven't answered my question, Blrl" "No," said Billy, "I didn't. Stupid of me, too. However, come to think of It, you didn't nsk me any question. Tou looked It. My name Is Geary William II. Geary, by profession a mining engineer and by nature an 'gnoramus, and I have called to de liver some disappointing news regard ing Henrietta Wllklns." "Is she" "She Is. Very much nllve and In ex cellent health or rather was, the last time it wns my pleasure and privilege to call on the dear lady. But she Isn't In Buenaventura now." Mentally Billy asked God to forgive him his black hearted treachery to this winsome girl. He loathed the task he had planned and foisted upon himself, and noth ing but the memory of Mother Jcnks' manifold kindnesses to him In a day, thanks to Jack Webster, now bnpplly behind him, could have Induced hlni to go through fo the finish. "Why, where is she?" Dolores queried, nnd BfJly could ha7b wept at the fright in these lovely brown eyes. He wnved hIA hand airily. "Quien nbe?" he said. "She left three weeks "Ywi Haven't Answered My Question." so for New Orleans to visit you. I dre fcay you passed each other on the road here, here, Miss Ruey. don't cry." He took a recess of throe minutes, while Dolores dabbed her eyes and wnt through sundry other notions of eln brave. Then he proceeded with his nefarious recital. "When your cablegram arrived. .Miss Auy, naturally Mrs. Wllklns as not rr, t '' " 'vf u, v t I "-as the Author of "Cappy Ricks," "The Valley of the Giants," only person who had her address, tho cable agent referred It to me. Under the circumstances, not knowing where I could reach you with n cable Inform ing you thnt Mrs. Wllklns wns headed for California to see you, I had no other alternative hut to let mnttcrs take their course. I decided you might arrive on Ln Estrellltn, so I called to welcome yoj to our thriving little city, and, as a friend of about two min utes' stnndlng, to wnrn you nwny from It." Billy's mien, as he voiced this warning, was so singularly mysteri ous that Dolores' curio.si.ty was aroused Instantly and rose superior to her grief. "Why, what's the mat ter?" she demanded. Billy loked around, as if fearful of being overheard. lie lowered his voice. "We're going to have one grand little first-clnss revolution," ho re plied. "It's due to bust almost any night now, nnd when It does, the streets "of Sun Buennventura will run red with blood." Dolores blanphed. "Oh, dearie mo," she quavered. "Do they still have revolutions here? You know, Mr. Geary, my poor father was killed In one." "Yes, nnd the same old political gang that shot him is still on deck," Billy warned her. "It would be high ly dangerous for a Kuey, mnn or wom nn, to show his or her nose around Buenaventura about now. Besides, Miss Ruey, that Isn't the worst," he continued, for a whole-hcurted lad was Billy, who never did anything by halves. "The city Is reeking with cholera," ho declared. "Cholera 1" Dolores big brown eyes grew bigger with wonder nnd concern. "How strnnge the port authorities didn't wnrn us at New Orleans!" "Tish! Tush! Fiddlesticks and then some. The fruit company censors everything, Miss Ruey, and the news doesn't got out." "But the port doctor Just said tho passengers could go ashore." "What's n human life to n doctor? Besides, he's on the slush-fund pay roll and does whatever the hlgherups tell him. You be guided by what I tell you, Miss Ruey, and do not set foot on Sobrnntenn soil. If you stay nboard Ln Estrellltn, you'll have your nice clean stateroom, your well cooked meals, your bath, and tho at tentions of the stewardess. Tho steam er will he loaded In two days; then you go back to New Orleans, and by the time you arrive there I'll have been In communication by cable with Mother Jenks I mean " "Mother who?" Dolores demanded. "A mere slip of tho tongue, Mlsa Ruey. I wns thinking of my landlady. I meant Mrs. Wllklns" "I'm R) awfully obliged to you, Mr. Gearv. You're so kind, I'm sure I'd be n most ungrateful girl not to lie guided by you accordingly. You wouldn't risk nny friend of yonrs In this terrible place, would you, Mr. Geary?" "Indeed, I would not. By permitting anybody I thought anything r,f to como to this city, I should ferfi guilty of murder." "I'm sure you would, Mr. Geary. Nevertheless, there Is one point that Is not quite clear In my mind, nnd I wish you'd explain " "Command me, Miss Ruey." "If this Is such a frightful place, why are you so anxious, If I may em ploy such language, to hornswoggle your dearest friend, Mr. John S. Web ster, into coming down here? Do you want to kill him nnd get his money or whnt?" Billy's fe flamed at thought of the embarrassing trap his glib tongue had led hlni Into. He cursed himself for a stir-srwtnglcd Jackass, and while he wan engaged In tills Interesting pas time Dolores spoke again, "And by the way, which Is It? Miss Wllklns or Mrs.? You've called her both, and when I reminded you she was a Miss, you agreed with me, whereas she Is nothing of the sort. She's a Mrs. Then you blurted out something about n Mother Jenks, nnd dually, Mr. Geary, It occurs to me that for a complete stranger you nre un duly interested In my welfare. I'm not such u goose ns to assimilate your weird tales of death from dWonse It ii-"jr i !( t -ii f Muif fi 'i Jni'ii S. Webster can risk Buenaventura, I can also." "You you know thnt old tnrnntu la?" Billy gasped. "Why I I came out to warn him off the grass, too." Dolores walked a step closer to Billy and eyed him disapprovingly. "I'm so sorry I can't believe that statement," she replied. "It happens thnt I was standing by tho companlou-Inddcr when you came aboard and spoke to the purser; when you asked Mm If Mr. Webster wns nbonrd, your fnco wns alight with engerness nnd anticipation, but when you hnd reason to believe he wns not nboard, you looked so terribly disappointed I felt sorry for you. "I'm going ashore, If It's tho last act of my life, nnd when I gjtf there I'm going to Interview the cable agent; then I'm going to call at the steam ship ofllco and scan the passenger list of the last three north-bound steam ers, and if I do not find Henrlettn Wll klns name on one of those passenger lists I'm going up to Cnlle do Con cordia No. 11)" "1 surrender unconditionally," groaned Billy. "I'm a linr from be ginning to end. I overlooked my hand. I beg of you to believe me, however, when I tell you thnt I only told you those whoppers because I was ln honor bound to tell them. Personally, I don't want you to go away at least, not until I'm ready to go away, tool Miss Ruey, my nose Is ln the dust. There Is a fever In my brain nnd a misery ln my heart " "And contrition In your face," she interrupted him laughingly. "You're forgiven, Mr. Geary on one condi tion." "Name It," he answered. "Tell me everything from beginning to end." So Billy told her. "I would much rather hnve been visited with n plague of boils, like our old friend, the Into Job, than have to tell you this, Miss Ruey," ho concluded his rccltnl. "Man proposes, but God disposes, nnd you're here and bound to learn the truth sooner or Inter. Mother Isn't a lady nnd she knows It, but tnke It from me, Miss Ruey, she's a grand old piece of work. She's a scout it ring tailed trport n regular Individual and game ns a gander." "And I mustn't cnll nt El Uuen Ami go, Mr. Geary?" "Perish the thought 1 Mother must call on you. 131 Buen Amlgo Is whnt you might term a hotel for tropical tramps of the masculine sex. Near'.' all of Mother's guests have a part, you know. They're the submerged white tenth of Sobrante. "Then my henefnetor must cnll to see me here?" Billy nodded. "When will you bring her here?" Billy reflected thnt Mother Jenks hnd been up rather Into tho night be fore nnd thnt trade In the cantlnn of El Buen Amlgo hnd been unusunlly brisk; so since he desired to exhibit the old lady at her best, he concluded It might bo well to spnr for wind. "Tomorrow at 10," he declared. Do lores Inclined her head. Something told her she hnd better leave all future details to the amiable William. "I remember you Inquired for your friend, Mr. Webster, when you came aboard the steamer." "I remember It, too," Billy countered ruefully. "I can't Imagine what's be come of him. Miss Ruey, did you ever go to meet the only human being In the world and discover thnt for some mysterious reason he had failed to keep the nppolntment? Miss Ruey, you'll have to meet old John Stuart the minute he lights in Buenaventura. He's some boy." "Old John Stuart?" she queried. "How old?" "Oil, thirty-nine ir forty on actual count, hut one oi the kind thnt will live to be n thousand nnd then hnve to be killed with an axe. He's com ing to Sobrante to help me put over u mining deal." "How Interesting, Mr. Geary! No wonder you were disappointed." The last sentence was a shaft delib erately launched; to Dolores' delight it made a keyhole in Billy Geary's heart. "Don't get me wrong. Miss Ruey." lie hastened to assure her. "I have n good mine, but I'd trade It for a hand shake from Jack ! The good Lord only published one edition of Jack, and limited the edition to one volume ; then the plates were melted for the Junk we call the human race. Two weeks ago, when I was sick and pen niless and despairing, the possessor of a concession on a fortune, lint with out a centnvo In my pockets to buy a hnnnnn, when I was a veritable beach comber and existing on tho charity of Mother Jenks, I managed finally to communicate with old Jack and .old him where 1 wns and what I bad. There's his answer, Miss Ruey. and I'm not ashamed to May that when I got It I cried like n kid." And Billy handed her John Stunrt Webster'B re markable cablegram, the receipt of which had, for Billy Geary, trans formed night Into day, purgatory Into paradise. Dolores read It. "No wonder you love him." she de clared, and added artlessly: "Ills wife must simply adore him," "'lie has no wife to bother his life, so In puddlen his own canoe,' " Billy recitnl "I ilv ln-'icve f ho old ru.'r Etc. Copyright by Peter B. Kyne dough has over been In love with any thing more charming than the goddess of fortune. He's woman-proof." "About Mrs. Jenks," Dolores contin ued, nbruptly changing tho subject. "How nice to reflect that after she had trusted you and believed in you when you were penniless, you were enabled to Justify her faith." "You bet!" Billy declared. "I feel that I can never possibly hope to catch even with tho old Samaritan, although I did try to show her how much I appreciated her." "I dare say you went right out and bought her an Impossible hat," Dolores challenged roguishly. "No, I didn't, for n very sulllclent reason. Down here the ladles do not wear hats. But I'll tell you what I did buy her, Miss Ruey nnd oh, by George, I'm glnd now I did It, She'll wenr thorn tomorrow when I bring her to see you. I bought her u new blnck silk dress nnd nn old-lnco collnr, and n gold breast pin nnd a tortoise shell hair comb and hired an open carriage and took her for nn evening ride on the Mnlccon to listen to the band con cert." "Did sho like that?" "She ate It up," Billy declared with conviction. "I think it was her first adventure In democracy." Billy's pulse wns still far from nor mal when he reached El Buen Amlgo, for he wns Infused with n strnnge, now-found warmth thnt burned like mnlnrinl fever, but wasn't. He wasted no preliminaries on Mother Jenks, but bluntly acquainted her with the facts In the case. Mgther jenks eyed him n moment wildly. "Cord's truth!" she gasped; .she reached for her favorite elixir, but Billy got the bottle first. "Nothing doing," ho warned this strnnge publican. "Mother, you're funking it and what would your sainted 'Enery say to Hint? Do you want that angel to kiss you and get a whiff of this brandy?" Mother Jenks' eyes actually popped. "Gor Willie," she gasped, '"uven't III told ye she's n lydy ! Me kiss the Iambi III trust, Mr. Geary, as 'off 1 knows my place an' can keep it." "Yes, I know," Billy soothed thv frightened old woman, "but the trouble Is Miss Dolores doesn't know hers nnd something tells me If she does, she'll forget It. She'll tnke you In her arms and kiss you, sure as deatli and Ltixea," And she did I "My lamb, my lamb," sobbed Mother Jenks the next morn ing, nnd rested her old cheek, with Its rum-begotten hue, close to the rose tinted ivory check orMier ward. "Me wot I nm-an to think " "You're a sweet old dear," Dolores whispered, patting the gray head; "and I'm going to call you Mother." "Mr. William II. Geary," the girl remarked that night, "I know now why your friend, Mr. Webster, sent that cablegram. I think you're a scout, too." For reasons best known to himself Mr. Geary blushed furiously. "I I'd better go and brenk tho news to Moth er," he suggested Inanely. She held out her hand; nnd Billy, hiivlng been long enough In Sobrnnt'o to have ac quired tho habit, bent his malarlnl person over that hand and kissed It. As he went out it occurred to him that had the lobby of the Hotel Ma teo been paved with eggs, he must have floated over tlicni like a wraith, so llclit did he feel within. CHAPTER VII. Webster reached New Orleans nt the end of the first leg- of his Journey, to discover Hint ho wns one day late to board the Atlanta a banana boat of the Consolidated Fruit company's line plying regularly between New Or leans and that company's depots at Union and San Buenaventura which necessitated a wait of three days for the steamer La Estrelllta of the Ca ribbean Mall line, running to Caracas and way ports. He decided to visit Hie ticket office of the Caribbean Mall line Immediate ly and avoid the rush In case the I ravel should lie heavy. The steamship olllce was In Canal blreel. The clerk was waiting on two well dicshcd and palpably low-bred t-oiis of the tropics, to whom be bad Just dlsplnjod a passenger list which the two were scanning critically. Their Interest In It was so obvious that unconsciously Webster peeped oer ihelr shoulders (no difficult task for one of bis stature) and discovered It to ho Hie passenger list of the steamer La Estrelllta. They were con versing together In low tones and Web ster, who had spent many years of his life following his profession In Mexico, recognized their speccli ns the bastard Spanish of the peon. He sat down In tho long wall seat and wnlted until the pair, having com pleted their scrutiny of tho list, turned to pass out. He glanced nt them cas ually. One was a tall thin mnn whose bloodshot e.ves were Inclined to "pop" a little Infallible evidence In the Latin-American that ho Is drinking more hnrd liquor than Is good for him lllu companion wns plainly of the same racial stock, although Webster suspected him of a slight admixture nt negro b'o d fje l.id shrrt. stoily and nggresslvo looking; like hln panlon, bojoweled nnd possessed of . thin, carefully cultivated moustache that seemed to consist of about nine teen hairs on one side and twenty oj tho other. Evidently once upon a time, as the story books have It, ho had been shot. Webster suspected Mauser bullet, fired nt long range. It bad entered his right cheek, just bo low the miliar, ranged downward through his mouth and out through a fold of Hubby flesh under his left Jowl. It must have been a frightful wound, but it hnd, healed well except at the point of entrance, where It had a tendency to pucker considerably, thus drawing tho man's eyelid fown on his cheek nnd giving to thnt visual organ something of the appearance of a bulldog's. I Webster gazed arter them whimsi cally as ho approached the counter. "I'd hate to wnke up some night nnd find thnt hombre vith the puck ered eyo leaning over me. My tha wny," be continued, suddenly nppro honslve, "do you get much of that pnrnqtieet travel on your lino?" "About SO per cent, of It Is off color, sir." Webster pondered the SO-pcr-cent. probability of being berthed ln tha same stateroom with one of these people nnd the prospect wns ns re volting to him ns would lie nn unin vited negro gucHt nt tho dining table of a southern family. He had all a Westerner's hatred for the breed. "Well. I want a ticket to San Buena ventura," he Informed tho clerk, "hut I don't relish tho Idea of a Greaser In the same stateroom with me. I won der If you couldn't manage to fix me with a stateroom all to myself, or at least arrange It so that in the event of company I'll draw a white man." "I'm sorrv, sir, but I cannot guar antee you nbsolute nrlvncy nor nny kind of white man. it's pretty mixed travel to nil Central American ports." "How many berths In your first class staterooms?" "Two." Webster smiled brightly. He had found a way out of the difficulty. "I'll buy 'em both, son," he announced. "I cannot sell you an entiro stnto room, sir. It's ngnlnst tho orders of tho company to sell two norths to one man. Tho travel Is pretty brisk and It's hardly fair to the public, you know." "Well, suppose I buy one ticket for myself and the other for well, for my vnlet, let us sny. Of course," ho ndded brightly, "I haven't engaged tho valet yet nnd even should I do so I wouldn't bo nt nil surprised If the ras cal missed the boat!" The clerk glanced nt him with a slow smile, nnd pondered. "Well," ho said presently. "If you care to buy a ticket for your valet, I'm suro I shouldn't worry whether or not ho catches the boat. If my Records show that the space is sold to two men and the purser collects two tickets, I think you'll be pretty safe from Intrusion." "To the harassed traveler," said Mr. Webster, "a meeting with a gentleman of your penetration is as refreshing as a canteen of cool water In the des ert. Shoot I" and he produced a hand ful of gold. "I will provided 1 have one empty cabin," and the clerk turned fron. tho counter to consult his record of berths already sold and others reserved but not paid for. Presently bo faced Webster at the counter. "The outlook Is very blue," be an nounced. "Him ovor, I have one berth In No. ill reserved bj a gentleman who was to call for It by two o'clock to-day." He looked at his watch. "It Is now a quarter of one. If tho reser Mitlnn Isn't claimed promptly at two o'clock 1 shall cancel It and reserve for you both berths In that room If you will be good enough to leave mo your nnmo and address I will tele phone you after that hour, in tho meantime, you may make reservation of the other berth In the muno state room. I feel very confident that tho reservation In No. 31 will not bo called for, Mr. or " "Webster John S. Webster. You are very kind, Indeed. I'm nt tho St. Charles." "Thanks, ever to much, for my life." iTO UW CONTINUKD.) rii Midnl Is tho tattle of fools who Jadce other peoplo by themselves. Ip" yTi- Z-rr-fJT jwi, "The Outlook Is Very Blue." "LION" AT LITERARY FEAST How Great Historian of Civilization Squelched the Jackals Who Had Imagined Him Discomfited. Lyulph Stanley wns nn Englishman of whom Lowell said that ho "knew three times us many facts as nny young man whatever had any business to know." He hnd but one rival In thnt lino: Pnlgrave, who compiled tho "Golden Treasury." Much Interest sprang up among their friends when the two went off on a trip together. "It's nn even chnnee which will re turn nllve," said one mnn. solemnly. When they did come buck, Pnlgrnvo wns pale, onmclnUnl, silent; but Stun ley, It seemed, wns unmoved nnd moro all-knowing than ever. One night, Buckle, the author of "The History or Civilization," wns lay ing down the law on every subject with n magnificent pomposity that made the table quake. At last he put forth some sta.ement about the burn ing of n witch, and set the date a century out of the wny. Stanley, who wns present, hnd borne some preceding Inaccuracies very well, with only a slight slinking of the head and n red dening of tho face. Suddenly his self-control gave wny, nnd he lenped to his feet. Ho extpnded his hand, nnd piped forth, In n vigor ous treble: "I beg your pardon, hut the last witch wns burned nt such-nnd-such n. plnce, In such-nnd-such n year, In such-nnd-such a manner. And her nnmo wns so-and-so, nnd you will find nil' about It In n book to which I cnn easily refer you, nnd about which you evidently don't know." Torrents of Imprisoned knowiedgo were thereupon poured on Buckle's head, nnd the historian of clvlllzntlon sat wrathful, extinguished, mute. But n little later ho had his revenge. Soma ono mentioned a now dictionary as a good one. "It Is," said Buckle with solemnity. "It Is one of tho few dictionaries I have read through with pleasure." The Intimation that ho had read any dictionary through with pleasuro so astonished the guests Hint they for got his past discomfiture In new mvo. Noises Made by Elephants. The elephant uses both bis trunk and bis lungs In calling, and lie, lias a largo variety of sounds and com binations of sound with which to ox press lilmsolf, writes Charles Mayer In Asia Magazine. When rushing nn en? emy ho trumpets shrilly, when enraged by wounds he grumbles hoarsely from his fliront; lie expresses feur by a shrill, brassy trumpet and a roar; and pleasure by n continued low squenklng through his trunk. When npprelienslvo of danger or when attempting to Intimidate an en emy, ho raps the end of his trunk smartly on tho ground nnd trumpets. Tito peculiar noise sounds llko that produced by tho rolling up of a sheet of tin. In a moment of dnnger, the elephant colls his trunk to protect It from In Jury. When he Is engaged In heavy work, such as piling lumber, ho may use his trunk to halunco tho load ho Is carrying on his tuskH, but never to bear part of tho burden. If nn unlinr nessed elephnnt must pull n rope, ho holds It In ills mouth, hiking good enro to keep his trunk out of tho wny. Beetle Hurts Pulp Industry. A gray-green heetlo hns much to do with tho present shortngo of pnper. Tho beetle Is tho adult form of tho ns pen borer, a grub which often destroys whole plantations of the trees thnt nro so essentiul to tho pulp Industry. Tho beetle gnuws n slot In tho hnrk nnd deposits one or two eggs thoreln. From Uieso eggs como' tho troublo milking grubs thnt gnnw Into tho heart nnd snpwood and so riddle tho tree that tho first strong wind snnps tho weakened timber. Poplar and nspen both fast grow ing trees, and for this reason very val unble to mnnufneturers nre tho ob jects of this borer's nttneks. Tho Im poi ted Lombardy poplar and the com mercial Cottonwood of the Mississippi valley nro very seldom Injured, but nil other nutlvo varieties nro dnmaged by (ho grub. In some areas, where poplar and nspen predominate, the standing dead, fallen and dying trees exceed 50 per cent of the total stand. Supply of Ostrich Feathers. In 101-i there were l.noO.OOO ostrich es In South Africa. These nre now reduced to 'lOO.OOO. Germany and Aus tria are still out of the market for feathers. England Is taking n few and they nre too costly for Franco. The ostrich feather business of tho world Is now In the hands of about six men. with headquarters In 'Lon don. They hold from $J.0OO.0O) to $1 (),()( lO.OOO uotih of ostrich feathers, In normal times tho world's supply for a year. The United Slates being practically the only market for tho feathers, this country hns the sny nn to the price, nnd Is giving from 5(10 to $100 a pound, when In an actlvo market they should bring from $100 to WW. Frenzleder Finance. Roberts What's the matter? Finances bothering you? Richards Yes, I owe Rogers $5, and today I've got It, and he knows I'vo got it, and he knows I know ho knows I've got It. American Legion Weekly. Necessarily Thus. "And Jones, jou tell me you bellevo In love?" "Of course; certainly." "At first sight?" "Naturally IVynh think anything like that t'd to!1 m a scumd look?"