BY
RICHARD HOFFMANN
COPYWlGHT >Y RICHARP MOMMANN _
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W.N.U. SERVICE.
CHAPTER IX—Continued
—1&—
“She’s certainly kept nice and
dean this way,” said Hal, with a
half laugh that somehow turned Its
taint back on himself.
“Of course It’s she that’s done
everything,” Kerrigan agreed. “To
ber this thing was all like the plot
of a book she’d just finished; she
knew what was going to happen;
no excuse for her making any mis
takes. Human beings don’t make
mistakes.” Hal drew breath to in
terrupt, but Kerrigan tightened his
calm as he went on. “You remem
ber the time when we three were
at lunch somewhere and she asked
you If you were Frederick Ireland’s
son?”
“Oh, yes,” said Ilal drily. “There
was some special Innocent reason
why she wanted to know, too, I re
member.”
“You told her you were Ireland’s
son. Did she ever show any sign
of thinking you’d lied to her?”
Blandly Hal shook his head and
said, “Quite the opposite."
“So then she told Crack you were
Ireland. That’s what made it so
easy for you to bluff Crack, I
s’pose.”
Hal was scared then and he
knew It; but there was still the ne
cessity of getting away whole from
the room before he beat down
these swarmings of fear.
The chill in Kerrigan’s voice be
gan to warm ominously now as he
went on. “You come into Barry’s
life with enough sense—after a
while—to know what she is: lovely
as morning, brave as a bullet, hon
orable as a sword, chaste as water.
You have the criminal luck to make
her fall in love with you—the one
thing that could happen to make
her life about ten times harder to
handle.
“What do you think about then?
About the help you can give her?
About the way you can bring her
to her happiness, as well as yours?
About the honor and consciousness
and courage that’s in her even to
try to fight a thing she’d go to
hell to get? No! You think about
how unfair she is to you. You
think you ought to walk in and
wipe out twenty years of her fa
ther in a week, with the honor of
a last promise to boot You think
she ought to see that your happi
ness is all that counts, all that
makes the world fit to grow little
apples in.
“She puts up with that—for the
only reason under God’s sky there
would be for putting up with it.
And you drive ahead between your
blinders till you drive on to the
last edge of the one thing she
hoped to keep you out of. And
when that one thing happens, too,
what do you do? Like a shot. You
leave her to stew. You let her kill
her own heart so that you’ll go on
your way; and you go on it Go
on it with your head full of the
most important things in the
world, a fundamental of all de
cency outraged, all good in every
thing ended—because you, you were
made to look like a fool for a few
days in another man’s little mind.
Ireland, you ought to lie down on
that floor and die."
Hal’s teeth were clenched terribly
upon red anger, curdling shame,
panic; and he turned so that Ker
rigan shouldn’t see those things
stinging into his eyes. “So she had
it happen,’’ he said; “she had Crack
catch me there—so that I’d be free,
so that I'd—” The urgency of his
despair caine thick Into his throat,
and he broke off.
Kerrigan’s stillness filled the
room—cruel, steady, incriminating;
and Hal had to keep his scalding
vision on him so that something
shouldn’t snap in his head, a sig
nal for madness. Dread braced It
self hard In him as Kerrigan rose,
a Judge at Doomsday, with the ex
tinct cigarette far from Incongru
ous in the corner of his merciless
lips.
“Vain,’’ he said quietly: “Vain,
stuck-up. self-indulgent, flabby,
without faith except In the impor
tance of money. Why did I think
you weren't so cheap?’’
The last word lashed Hal to his
feet, and it took all his quivering
strength to force definition upon
the thick words that came of them
selves: “Kerrigan, you’re a liar. A
G—d d—d liar! And if you were
young—’’ Something was stran
gling him inside his throat.
It war as If torture, finally re
leased upon him, came to full Im
pact upon the numb obstinacy of
his faculties, with a tautly balanced
rocking to show that something
must plunge massively away in the
next second. Hal found his desper
ate voice again, and in a quicker
anger he cried at Kerrigan: “You’re
right. It’s true—every rotten word
of It’s true.”
He went to Kerrigan, took his
big arm above the elbow, and sank
his forehead awkwardly to the
bulky shoulder. “Heaven forgive
me,” he said In the calm of an ex
hausted breath. “You, Colonel,
you’ve got to forgive me, you—”
Ip a moment Kerrigan’s hands
came up under Hal's elbows and
moved them gently. "I’m glad you
didn’t like It any better’n I did,”
he said, his voice low, untrium
phant—deeply comforting around
an odd sort of humility.
Like a divine Intercession to spare
them both an impasse of embarrass
ment, the telephone bell broke Into
startled clamor, and Hal went to
It without looking at Kerrigan. It
was Sister Anastasia—ready now
to go.
“You’ll call Barry up, Colonel,"
Hal said quickly. “To be sure she’s
there. You’ll keep her there: do
anything, tell her anything to keep
her there safe till I can get to her,
till”—Hal’s voice lowered to a
pitch of bitter shame—“till I can
kneel In dirt to her.”
Kerrigan nodded, saying hurried
ly, “Yes, but move: get back soon’s
you can.”
"Six hours outside,” said Hal,
glancing at his watch. “Back by
midnight sure. And, Colonel, look
—do anything, anything to me, but
don’t ever talk to me like that
again, will you?"
“D’you spec I could, even If 1
ever had to?” he said softly.
When Hal got to the place where
Sister Anastasia was waiting, he
felt he was somehow serving Barry
In disciplining himself to the nun’s
service.
Anastasia said:
“I did not know when I tele
phoned you: they 'ave told me there
is a train to Santa Barbara In
twenty minutes; and they ’ave given
me money for my ticket, from my
brother.”
“Ah, but sister,” 6aid Hal In sin
cere reproof, “I was so happy to
take you myself. I want to.”
“I was ’appy, too,” she said, keep
ing her eyes from him till she'd
said It. Then, looking up at him
with tranquil sureness: “But she Is
“But She Is Not 'Appy—Not at All.”
not appy—not at all. You can do
something for ’er—now, tonight
—instead of taking me on this long
Journey.”
“But at least 1 may take you to
the station—see you on the train.”
He touched her arm to turn her to
ward the car. and she got In.
“Sister,” said Hal, after he had
started Rasputin Into the traffic, “1
have been a very great fool, and I
have been near to being even a
greater one. Now I see things
clearly. Sister, I know who her
husband is: I know he is evil. It
doesn’t matter how’ much I hate him
nor how’ much I am ready to do to
get her away from him. What mat
ters Is that whatever I do, I should
be stronger and happier—for her,
si3ter, and for myself—if you could
tell me, as her friend and, I so much
hope, mine too, that you also feel I
must get her from him. It cannot
be wicked to take evil from her life,
no matter how It is done, can It?
Even if she will not love me now,
for the fool I’ve been and the wrong
I’ve done, I know about that evil
and, loving her, I cannot leave her
with it, can I?"
Her eyes were on nls—full of a
frightened seriousness, a deeply
fearful solicitude for what he had
told her.
Looking at him—her eyes large,
Inarticulate In hopefulness, touched
too with some longing sorrow—she
barely nodded, once, and then brave
ly said, “You should do something."
• ••••••
Hal burst into the room without
knocking, hot for Kerrigan’s word
that Barry was at her hotel, that he
could go straight to her now and
humble himself Irrevocably, before
he went on to whatever else must
be done In final swiftness. Kerrigan
looked at him as If he didn’t believe
what he saw.
“She went by train," Hal told him
quickly. "You called Barry. She’s
all right. I can—”
“I can’t get her," Kerrigan said,
“but she’s been here. That envelope
—she left It. I’ve been trying to
think I ought to open it."
Hal snatched the envelope and
tore It open, and fresh fear ran at
his heart as his eyes began to fol
low the decisive lines.
“I shouldn’t write, my darling,
but I've got to. Being with you,
loving you as I shall forever, has
shown me my way out and given
me strength to take It. When you
get back from Santa Barbara, It
will be done and there’ll be no good
in trying to stop me. You mustn’t
try. I shall be all right. I'm so
tired of trying to decide what's
good, what’s best. I can’t have you,
but I can have myself—free of bad
ness. to remember you and beauty.
I can't let you go away thinking I
don’t love you.
“He will find out soon that you
are Frederick Ireland’s son. But
there will be nothing left to show
any connection between you and
him. So when you see tomorrow’s
papers, you must keep quiet.
“I love you. I didn't know It
would be so much. Darling, forgive
me for what I’ve done to yon.
Barry."
And in postscript: “I don t mean
suicide. You’ll know that if I
couldn’t break my bargain for you,
I couldn’t at all. I’m going to end
it.’’
Starting for the door, Hal yelled
at Kerrigan: “She's going to kill
him. Almighty G—d, Kerrigan!
She's killing him now!"
In his terror. Hal still had time
to be thankful for Kerrigan’s agility
In pursuit: Kerrigan was behind
him, struggling into his coat as they
hurried down the hall.
Hal’s mind was frantic with:
Smug, criminal ass, to think I could
do this to her, that she’d wait for
my rotten apology. Oh G—d, If
you’re there and you're good, stop
her, stop her, stop her.
“Battle of Blenheim 1 drive like a
white man,” Kerrigan was sayiug,
as second speed began to scream
under them. “Get pinched or piled
up and you’re useless to her—use
less."
“Kerrigan, If she’s not there, you
And Crack and stick to him like a
thousand leeches,” Hal said gently.
“I’ll find her If— G—d!”
A man, unheeding, darted from
among the parked cars at the right.
Hal jumped on Itasputin’s loyal
brakes and felt them drag gallantly
at the speed, in a desperate squeal
of runber. Then there was a crum
pling slam of impact behind, and
Rasputin lunged forward slewing,
drunkenly careened by savage force
at the rear. As the rigid sedan
tipped past the point of recovery,
tearing and splintering at the body
of a parked car alongside, Hal
flung himself upon Kerrigan and
fought to make him duck. Then
Rasputin’s solid side smashed upon
solid pavement with an abrupt ex
plosion of showering glass. And
that was all, except for a small,
single tinkling, like a distant key
ring, that diminished in whirls of
darkness. * •
CHAPTER X
Midweek.
LJTAL was heavily sick—lying In
a bed—and heavily sad. His
mouth was dry as cloth, and his
lips stuck.
There was an Impression of hav
ing dreamed a lot of things, crowd
ed close around him and very tir
ing because of their constant de
mand for effort. Ilut he couldn’t
remember anything of what they
were and It didn’t matter.
There was Barry to think of.
Her image appeared quietly in his
mind, walking toward him with
that straight-legged, Inquiring, un
self-conselous grace. Soon he would
see her lovely face, her eyes lighted,
smiling. It was good to see her
walk because last time he'd thought
of her—last time, she’d been sitting
on the edge of a bed, knees clasped
hard In her arms, her head bowed,
her eyes—strange, sullen, dark with
Suddenly, oefore ne knew what
it was, Hal yelled her name and
struggled against the tight-tucked
sheet across his chest; and a dread
ful avalanche tumbled memory and
terror upon his beguilement. He had
an arm free before the nurse could
get to him. He was breaking the
nurse’s hold when a young man,
in white up to the neck, appeared
on the other side and forced him
back to the pillow.
“Listen,” said Hal, commanding
the attention of the man’s blue
eyes: “I’m not delirious; I’m not
crazy; you’ve got to let me up—
right away. I’ll come back after
ward, but you’ve got to let me up.,
It’s a matter of mprder—murder—
and I’ve got to stop It. I swear to
you I know what I’m saying. Look
In my eyes. I’m sane—sane as h—1.
You’ve got to believe 1L”
The young man said In low as
surance, “I believe you, but—"
“Then In G—d's name"—Hal strug
gled heedlessly against the sharp,
thorough pain that held his other
arm: “minutes, minutes count Let
me up. I’ve got to—d—n you, let
me up or I’ll—”
“Mr. Ireland 1" the young man
said sharply. “Listen to me." Then,
slowly and significantly, “You’ve
been here for twenty-four hours.”
Hal knew It was significant even
as he wondered why It was said
so significantly. Then most ter
ribly he saw; his shoulders fell
away from resistance and all his
breath went out In a broken cry of
anguish and despulr. On a swift
shadow of hope he said: “Rut Ker
rigan—where’s Kerrigan? The man
who was with me In the car. Please,
you’ve got to find out. You will
find out—quickly, quickly, and let
me know. And another thing."
What was the other thing? Good
G—d, he had to hold on till he
thought of It—something terrible.
Yes! "Another thing," he said, ex
haustion consuming the breath he
needed to tnlk with: “a newspaper
—one of the morning after my ac
cident. I’ve got to see It. I’ll go
crazy—raving—unless I know."
“Yes, all right," said the interne.
After a word to the nurse at the
door, he was gone and Hal rolled
his head miserably, but In a min
ute a white jacket came between
him and the wall, and a newspa
per rustled. They held It over him
while he searched the mess of the
front page: headlines nbout Japan,
divorce revelations, a single column
head reading, “Man Slain In S. M’ca
Rlvd. Hotel Iloom—Seek Woman
Companion of Martin Crack, Pro
moter—Clutched Golf Rail Clew?"
—Wheels of light spinning against
blackness closed over the page, and
their soft buzzing faded behind
thick, deaf cushions at his ears.
*•*•*•*
Spears, a vice president of the Old
Man's correspondent hank in Los
Angeles, gave Hal attention and
Incurious understanding. He came
on unsolicited orders from New
York, when Hal was finished with
the delirious phantom of routed
hope.
Hal held out his hand and forced
the sadness and fatigue out of his
own smile. “Thanks a lot, Spears.”
“Very glad of the chance to help,”
said Spears, as though he was.
“And what about your father? Shall
I tell him anything—except that
you’re coming along well and will
drop him a line any day now?”
“Oh, yes,” said Hal, and tried to
think plainly about that toqr. “Tell
him the guy who telegraphed him
about me was a nut, that he had
nothing on me, that the whole
thing's put to txid. Tell him I’m
writing him everything and there's
absolutely nothing to worry about.
Remind him that I never said that
before.”
Then Spears was gone, and the
nurse came In to see that Hal was
comfortable. He told her he was
Am too, he said to himself, except
for shock, slight concussion, com
pound fracture of arm, cut head,
contusions of hip, d—d smell of
ether, and—Dear God, what were
they to the bitter, steady, excru
ciating, and Just punishment of his
soul?
The events of his anguish had
occurred; they seemed sometimes
unreal because his fancy couldn’t
compass a scene of vicious melo
drama between the figure of
beauty he knew and loved and the
figure of evil he knew and hated.
In the black, burning chaos of his
delirium he had seen Barry stand
ing In a room like the one in Saint
George; a hlack automatic pistol,
level In her hand, jogged to Its own
sharp spitting; and Crack stood be
fore her with his bemused smile,
nodding sly approval as each invis
ible bullet punched into him but
never even made him drop his in
dolent golf ball. That was unreal,
fantastic even in delirium. And yet
now, with the delirium behind
marking off his new loneliness from
his old folly—Hal knew something
like that had happened.
His father had told him he need
ed to learn about life. He had
learned something: he had learned
that If you were a vain fool, life
in one gesture could give you its
lesson and snatch away your most
happy chance to apply it, could
mutilate you for good In teaching
you to avoid mutilation. Did his
father know that? Did Sister
Anastasia know that? Had Ketrl
gnn known that? Had Kerrigan—
O 0—d, if Kerrigan were dead!
• ••«*••
Then there was another long,
haunted night maturing its crop of
torment to roll Hal’s head on the
hot pillow, and snatch him from fit
ful sleep. And finally another morn
ing came, with a new solidity of
hopeless conclusion. The one slim
sliver of recurrent hope, sharp and
so very fragile, was still that Kerri
gan might be with Rarry. And yet
if Kerrigan was well and free, he
would have come here to Hal, or
written, or something.
Later Hal was dozing when he
heard the nurse saying something
that sounded like, “It’s your sister
to see you.” And the name Anasta
sia leaped Into his mind like a cool
Jet of water. He turned his head
so quickly that pain ran deep in his
arm. ‘‘Show her In right away.”
“She’s waiting downstairs,” said
the nurse. “She'll be up In a mo
ment"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
BRISBANE
THIS WEEK
A Rogers Highway
Our Policy? Here It Is
Why Go to Town?
i To Discourage Vice
From Tnsla, Olda., In which state
Will Rogers was born, J. D. Under
Arthur llrlahnne
wood telegraphs
suggesting as
"the highest trib
ute and a last
ing memorial to
Will Rogers,"
that Highway
06, which runs
from Rogers'
new home In
California to his
old home at
Clnremore.Okla.,
be extended on
to New York, and
the whole road
n a in e d " Will
Rogers High
way. If every American highway
with friends of Will Rogers living
on both sides from one end to the
other were named for him, there
would be many “Will Rogers" high
ways.
Thus runs the headlines:
“ITALY BARS ALL PEACE
TALK."
“BRITAIN WEIGHS SANCTIONS.
WANTS TO KNOW OUR POLICY."
If she wants to know the policy
of 1)0 out of a 100 ordinary Amer
icans, and 1(H) per cent of all com
mon sense Americans, It would be
this:
To mind our own business; let
European nations, alternately mur
dering each other and robbing In
ferior nations, attend to their busi
ness In their way.
Our policy now, with Italy swal
lowing Ethiopia, should be exactly
what It was when our British
friends were swallowing the lands
of the Boers, absorbing that coun
try with Its valuable gold and dia
mond mines. We did nothing then.
Why should we Invent a special pol
icy for Mussolini now?
France and England “fear Mus
solini may Involve three continents
in the Ethiopian war." lias Europe
heurd of the New England farmer
who said: “I’m on my way to town
to get drunk, and Lord how I dread
it." He need not have gone to town.
European nut Ions need not be
dragged Into a tri-continental war
If they don’t want to be dragged.
A very old poker player of the
New York Press club, when he
“raised the pot," remarked usually:
“The only way to discourage vice
Is to make It expensive." That Idea
seems to be working In Germany.
Doctor Schacht, head of the great
German hank, leading financier of
the Reich, warns Germany that
Nazi Individuals Indulging them
selves In the pleasure of treating
defenseless Jews brutally, are en
dangering Germany’s prosperity.
Such wanton brutality constitutes
a great menace to German trade
everywhere, according" to Doctor
Schacht, who knows.
Republicans report greatly In
creased demand for the nomination
of Senator Borah, since the an
nouncement that, If nominated, he
will run. This will be mournful
news for some Republican corpora
tion-best minds, for whether they
have to be “lashed with scorpions,”
or with something else, would make
little difference to some of them
who consider Senator Bm^h dis
tinctly In the “scorpion" class.
An old gentleman of eighty-one
strolled into a New York police
station, remarking: "l have Just
walked from Kansas City and shall
walk back again tonight.” lie was
removed to a psychopathic ward. If
he had substituted the verb “fly"
for "walk," the police would not
have disturbed him. for he could
have flown In from Kansas City dur
ing the day very easily and flown
back again at night. If 2f> years
ago he had said, "I Just flew In
from Kansas City," he would hnve
been sent to the dangerous ward.
So there Is progress.
At '‘verdlovsk, Russian govern
ment engineers, digging sewers un
der the city, find gold ore that indi
cates a rich gold field underlying
the town. The government owns
practically all the city, and can
easily take the rest, and a further
increase In Russia’s gold produc
tion, already more than three times
as great as that of the United
Static, may be expected.
Those who believe in the wicked
ness of Russia may ask:
“Why does Providence allow such
wicked people to find so much gold?"
One answer is, "The quickest way
to make them stop their wickedness
is to make them rich, nnd gold would
do that.” Gold might not change
fhe existing government of Russia
But another generation will see an
other kind of government, and own
ership of such a lump of gold, as
we possess, might make that next
Russian government consider Lento
and Stalin “old fashioned."
Providence works mysteriously.
<t), Kin* Features Syndicate, UM.
W\T Service.
Mid-West Farmers
Increase Incomes
Those Keeping Books Re
port Business Improve
ment Being Shown.
Farm earnings of 73 account
keeping farmers In several Illinois
counties showed an Increase in
1934 over 1933, the second con
secutive year of their business Im
provement, according to a report of
the College of Agriculture, Univer
sity of Illinois, published In the SL
Louis Milk Market Review.
Average cash Income last year
among the 73 farmers was $2,715
per farm, and cash expenditures
averuged $1,500 per farm, leaving
$1,215 to meet Interest payments
and family living expenses, the re
port explains. Besides the cash In
come, an Inventory Increase of $461
per farm was shown on account of
rises In farm product prices.
The 73 accounts show an aver
age net Income in 1934 of $1,043 a
farm, compared with an average of
$259 In 1933 and an average net
loss of $542 in 1932. The data com
piled, the report observes. Is not
representative of the average farm
conditions, as the statistics were
secured from large farms.
Of the farms considered, 38 were
general and 35 dairy farms.
"On many farms," the report
states, “the cash received from ben
efit payments (AAA payments) will
more than pay for the year’s taxes.
As an average for all the account
ing farms, payments actually re
ceived were $04 more than sufficient
to pay 1934 taxes."
Caustic Potash Is Used
to Remove Calves’ Horns
The horns are usually removed
from young calves by using caustic
potash. This may be obtained In
stick form at a drug store. The
calf’s horns should be treated with
caustic potash as soon as the but
ton appears, which will be possibly
at two weeks of age, according to a
writer In Hoard’s Dairyman. The
long hair around the horn should
be clipped away with ordinary hair
clippers or a pair of shears. A
circle of vnsollne should then be
placed around the horn, making a
considerable ridge above the eye so
that no liquid containing the caustic
potash will get Into the eye. The
stick of caustic potash Is then
dampened and rubbed vigorously on
the small horn button until the flesh
gets considerably reddened, al
though It Is not advisable to rub It
until blood appears. The person
doing the work should protect his
hands against contact with the wet
caustic.
Trees for Shelter Belts
With Increased Interest In plant
lng of trees, many farmers are plan
ning to start shelter belts around
their farmsteads. Only evergreen
trees should be used for this pur
pose If best results 4ire to be ob
tained. Little or no protection Is
afforded by deciduous trees which
shed their leaves In the winter.
Even when planted In extensive
blocks they do not break the wind.
Dougins fir, western yellow pine,
Austrian pine. Blue spruce or White
spruce If given proper care will de
velop enough In five years to give
some protection, and by ten or
twelve years will give adequate pro
tection.—Prairie Farmer.
Grazing Lespedeza
Land In winter grains on which
lespedeza has been spring sown
may be pastured after the grain Is
cut, without much damage to the
lespedeza If animals are kept off
when the held is too wet This has
been the result of experiments by
the United States Department of
Agriculture and the experience of
farmers. It may be necessary to
help the lespedeza get started by
stopping pasturing for a short time
after the grain crop haa been
grazed down or harvested.
Agricultural Notes
There are $27 licensed nurseries
in Pennsylvania.
• • •
Few other crops leave as much
organic matter in the soil as alfalfa.
• • •
The buckwheat plant has a leafy
sueculent stem and small root sys
tem.
• • •
Alfalfa thrives In seml-arld and
arid climates where Irrigation is
practiced.
• • •
Pennsylvania farmers sold clover
and timothy seed to the value of
$384,000 In 1034.
• • •
Three of every four acres of
farm crop land are used to pro
duce feed for live stock.
• • •
North Carolina apple growers say
the codling moth Is the greatest
menace to their crops.
» • •
Despite national reduction In all
livestock in 1034, horses and sheep
increased in Oklahoma.
t • *
Good ventilation for the mechan
ical milk cooler makes the cooler
more efficient and saves money.
• * •
In chopping, the long hay is fed
Into the cutter, like corn Into the
silage cutter, and the cut hay is
blown into the mow.
Party Prize Frock
for a Little Girl
PATTERN »25»
9259
“They all liked my new frock!"
this little girl will be certain to say
when she returns from the party—
a triumphant little miss. For this
dress Is different. It boasts a double
yoke. The second yoke Is cut all In
one with the pleats. And puffed
sleeves are a deliciously youthful
fashion. Moreover, young mothers
will find this pnttern no trouble at
all to follow—they’ll probably make
It up In several cotton prints. The
cost will be nominal. VVe suggest a
sprig print or possibly a small polka
dot pattern—In gaj colors I Bloomers
are Included In the pattern.
Pattern 9259 may be ordered only
In sizes 2. 4, 0 and 8. Size 4 requires
2% yards 30-lncb fabric. Complete
diagrammed sew chart Included.
SEND FIFTEEN CENTS in coins
or stamps (coins preferred) for this
pattern. Be sure to write plainly
your NAME. ADDRESS, the STYLE
NUMBER and SIZE.
Send your >rder to the Sewing
Circle Pattern Department, 232 West
Eighteenth street, New York, N. Y.
BREVITY
"You have to learn a great m*ny
Initials."
“Yes," answered Senator Sorghum.
"And lnltinls save time. In a mo
ment of great excitement a big, big
'D* may he made to cover the entire
alphabet.”
Big Bread-Winner
First Boarder—The cockroaches In
this house are a busy lot. They nev
er quit work.
Second Boarder—Well, you must
remember that e cockroach can’t
afTord to be Idle. They say every
one of them has i wife and about
10,000 children to support.
Half Started
June—Then you think he hasn’t
the nerve to propose?
Jane—Yes; asking pa’s Income
and ma’s disposition and my age
seems as far asr he dares to go.
Learned His Lesion
“Have you ever had a lesson by
correspondence?"
"Bather—I never write to women
now."—Stray Stories Magazine.
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