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Mr. Solomon Pratt becan comical nar
ration of story, introducing well-to-do
Nathan Scudder of his town, and Edward
Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
Now Yorkers sccklnc rest. Because of
latter pair's lavish expenditure of money,
. Pratt's first impression was connected
with lunatics. The arrival of James
Hopper, Van Brunt's valot, gavo Pratt
the desired Information about tho Now
Torkers. They wished to llvo what they
termed "Tne Natural Lite." van urunt,
It was learned, was the successful suitor
for the hand of Miss Apnea Paso, who
cava Hartley up. "The Heavenllcs" hear
a lone story of .the domestic woes of
Mrs. Hannah Jane Purvis, their cook and
maid of alt work. Decide to lot her go
and engage Sol. Pratt as chef. Twins
aire to leave Nate Bcudder's abode and
begin unavailing search for another
domlclle.-Adventure at Fourth of July
celebration at Eaatwlch. Hartley rescued
boy, known as "Kcaay," rrom unaer a
fse'h reet ana tno urcnin provea to oe
a of Miss Page's charges, whom she
d taken to tho country for an outing.
mm Pan and Hartley wero seDarated
during a fierce storm, which followed tho
picnic. Out sailing later, Van Brunt,
Hartley, Pratt and Hopper wero wrecked
In a squall,
CHAPTER VI. Continued.
rJ "at a havah onM nn atiMi thine" T
UUU o VI U M"D
says. "She wouldn't swear If ho was
her husband four times over; sho
ain't that kind.- And sho ain't his wife
nor his sister nor bis sister-in-law
jjor his grandmother's cat's aunt neith
er, alios no relation to mm ana
t nelther's the boy. Who's been giving
jrou all this rigmarole?"
It seemB he'd herd it from a feller
that lived next door to Ebenezer; and
the feller had heard it from somebody
else that had got it from somebody
lelso and so on and so on. Nlgh's I
'could find out it had started from
Hartley's tilling me that tho boy was
: "brother outcast." Some idiot with
?ioor ears and worse brains bad
nought ho said "brother Oscar," and
the whole string of yarns had sprout
ed from that Shows you what good
iboII thero is for planting lies down
our way. If lies was fetching ten
conts a barrel tho whole neighborhood
would havo been rich years ago.
All, tho Umo mo and Nate was pow-
rowing this way the yawl was sailing
rup the bay towing my skiff behind
tor. Thero was u nice fair wind and
ja smooth sea and 'twas so clear aftor
tho rain that wo could seo tho hills
across the bay. Dut no sign could
we seo of tho Dora Bassett nor her
passengers. I was getting more wor
ried ovory minute.
Wo cruised along till wo got abreast
lot tho point from whoro the Old
Homo pier was in sight. But tho
sloop wa'n't at tho pier. No uso going
I any farther, so wo como about and
begun to beat back again tho way
we'd come. Scuddor was worried
too, but his worrlment had caught him
in tho pocketbook; proves how dis
ease will always get hold of a toiler's
tenderost placo,
"Look here, Sol," Bays ho; "do you
cal'lato Hartley Ml want to stay to
my houso if his chum's drowned?"
"I don't know," I says, impatient.
"No, I guess not"
"Well now, ho agreed to take it for
a month and there's live days to run
yet Ain't ho liable for them days?"
ho Bays.
I was feeling just mean enough to
want somebody olso to fool that way,
so I answers:
"Well, you can't hold a lunatic,
'cording to law. And you and Huldy
Ann have agreed that he's crazy,"
He thumped tho boat's rail. "Crazy
or not" Bays ho, "I can't afford to lose
them days. I shan't clvo him back
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ouw ui ins money, iucn no mougui
a minute and begun to boo a Bpeck
lot comfort. "Maybo tho shack of
t'othmr .teller's drowning '11 maks blot
He 8ays.
Arn ef "Capn Cm 'Partners ef the Tide""
CofvBtatr wo! A&BMNKeasCoHPWf
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tuLvsriuTtoNi MrTP.Metnu, -&
sick," ho says. "Then he'll have to
stay longer than tho month." ,
Trust Nate Scudder to see a silver
lining to any cloud and then rip
out tho lining and put it in his
pocket
By this time he was beating in to
wards where tho Neck Road comes
down to the beach. And there on tho
Bhoro was a feller hailing us. And
when wo got close in it turned out
to be Hartley himself.
Ho waB glad enough to seo me, but
when he found that Van and Lord
James had turned up missing ho was
in a state. He'd been kind of scared
when wo didn't come back during the
u.2ht and had walked down to tho
beach in the morning to seo if ho
could sight us.
Wo headed off shore again. Nate
watched Hartley pretty close and I
suppose when ho seen that tho Twin
didn't show any symptoms of getting
sick, he begun to worry again. Ho
got out a piece of pencil and an old
onvelopo and commenced to figure.
"Mr. Hartley," says ho, aftor awhile;
"about them lady friends of yours
over to Eastwlch. Do you cal'Iate
they'ro going to like whoro they are?
Seems to mo a place that's as easy
to run away from as that ain't the
best placo for a boys' school. It they
was on an island now, tho scholars
couldn't run off. I know a nice island
they could have cheap. Fact Is, I
own it that is, Huldy owns it; It's
in her name. That's it over thero."
Hartley didn't answer. I looked
where Nato was pointing.
"Oh I" Bays I. "Horsefoot Bar.
That's a healthy placo for a school.
Might do for a reform school maybe,
If you wa'n't particular how tho re
forming was done."
Horsefoot Bar is a llttlo Island about
llvo miles from the Old Homo Houso,
a mllo and a half from tho mainland,
and two foot from tho jumplng-off
place. By tho help of Providence, do
cent weather, a horse, two whips, and
a boat, you can mako it from Woll
mouth depot in three hours. And
whon you havo mado it, you. can act
in tho sand and bang on to your hat
and listen to tho loncsomenoss. I'd
forgot that Scudder owned it. When
him and I sailed up that morning wo'd
passed It on tho outside; now wo was
between It and the beach.
"It's a nlco dry place," saya Nate,
arguing, "and you might live thero
forovor and nobody could run away."
"Humph I" says I, thinking of some
thing I'd seon in a newspaper; "Hell's
got all them recommendations."
Hartley was looking at tho Bar now.
All to once he grabbod mo by the
arm and pointed.
, "Sol," ho says, "what's that stick
Ing up over the point there? There,
behind those trees? Isn't it a boat's
mast?"
I looked, and looked onco more.
From whero wo was you could seo a
part of Horaefoot Bar that was out of
sight from tho rest of tho bay. As
I say, I looked. Then I gavo tho Ullor
a shove that brought tho boom across
with a alat It took Nato'a hat with
It and cracked him on tho bald spot
llko thumping a rlpo watormolon. Nato
grabbed for tho hat and I drovo the
yawl for Horsefoot Bar. I'd spied the
Dora Bassott's mast over tho Band
spit In a Jiffy wo seo hor plain. Sho was
lying on her Bido in a llttlo covo, Just
as tho tide had left hor. Her canvas
was down in a heap, partly on deck
and partly overboard, but sho didn't
seem to bo hurt nono. 'I beached tho
yawl Just alongside of her, dropped
(ho snll, chucked over tho nnchor and
Jumped over myself. Hartley and
Scudder followed. Wo was yelling
like loons.
Up through tho bunch of scrub pines
wc tore, still hollering. And then,
from away off ahead somowhores,
como tho uiiBWor. I wits so tickled I
could havo stood on my head.
In a inlnuto hero conies Lord Jnmoa
to meet us. Ills lordship looked yel
low and faded, llko n wilted sunflower,
and his whiskers seemed to bo run
ning to seed. But his dignity wns on
deck nil right.
"Mr. 'Artloy," says he, touching
whnt wns loft of his hat; " opo you'ro
woll sir."
"Where's Van?" nsltcd Hartley,
brisk.
"Mr. Van Brunt, sir? Up at tho
'ouse, waiting for you, sir."
"Tho hoiiRo?" says Hartley.
"Tho houso?" says I. Then I re
membered. Thero Is n houso on Horsefoot Bar.
It was built by old man Marcellus
Borry, and in Mnrcollus' dny thoy
built houses, didn't stick 'em together
with wall paper and a mortgage, llko
they do now. Consoqucnce Is that,
though tho wintor weather on Horae
foot mnde Marcellus lny down a con
siderable spell ago, his house still
stands, as port and sassy nn old gnblo
ended Jail as over was. Tho houso
wns there, and Scudder owned It
Llkowlso ho owned tho sheds and
barn In tho hack, and tho sickly bunch
of scrub pines, and tho bench plum
bUBhcs, nnd tho beach grass and tho
poverty grnsB and tho world-wlthout-end
of Band that all theso things wns
stuck up inAs for tho llvo stock, that
wns soven thousand hop-toads, twenty
million saud fleas, nnd green-bends and
mosquitoes for over and over, amen.
Wo fell Into tho vnlct's wako and
waded through tho sand hummocks up
to tho house. And thoro on tho piazza,
sitting in a busted cane-scat chair with
his foot cocked up on tho railing and
tho regulation cigar In his mouth, was
Van Brunt, kind of damp and wrinkled
so far as clothes went, but othcrwlso
as sdreno and chipper a Robinson
Crusoo as tho average man Is likely
to strike In ono life tlmo.
Wa'n't wo glad to seo him! And ho
was Just as glnd to seo us.
"Hello, skipper," says he, reaching
out his hand. "So you got ashore all
right. Good enough. I was a bit fear
ful for you after you left us last
night"
Aftor I left him! I liked that And
ho was fearful for mo.
"Humph!" says I, "I had a notion
that 'twas you that did the leaving.
Talk about dropping an acquaintance!
I never was dropped like that aforo!
Look here, Mr. Van Brunt, aforo you
and mo go to sea together again we'll
havo a llttlo lesson in running rigging.
I want to learn you what a main
sheet Is."
"Oh," ho Bays, careless like, "I guess
I found It, after a while At any rato
if It's a ropo I cut it I cut all tho
ropes in sight."
"You did?" says I, with my mouth
open.
"Yes. That's an acrobatic boat of
yours; It seemed to want to turn som
ersets. I Judged that that sail mado
it top-heavy so I told James to tako tho
sail down. Ho didn't know how but wo
decided that tho ropes must have
something to do with it So I cut
'era, one after the othor, and tho sail
came down."
"Sudden?" Bays I.
"Well, fairly bo. Soma of it was in
the water and tho rest of it on James.
I resurrected him finally and we pulled
'most of it Into the boat It went bet
ter then." '
"Did, hey?" says I. I was learning
seamanship fast.
"Yes," says he. "If I were you I
wouldn't havo any sail on that boat
Sho does much bettor without ono.
Then it began to rain and I got some
of tho dry sail over mo. I bollevo I
went to Bleep then or soon after."
Nato Scuddor's eyes was big as pre
serve dishes. I guess mlno was bigger
still.
"Good Lord!" says I. "Did his did
James go to sleep too?"
"No," says Van. "I think not I be
Hovo James was holding some sort of
religious service. How about it,
Jamos?"
His lordship looked shooplsh. "Woll,
sir," ho says. "I don't know, Blr. I
may 'avo been a bit nervous; I'm not
usod to a boat, sir."
"I shouldn't mind your praying,
James," Van says, sober as a deacon;
"if you didn't yoll bo. However, wo
got horo on this island about five
o'clock, I believe. Rather, tho boat
camo horo herself; wo didn't havo
anything to do with it"
I novor in my life! Thoy say tho
Almighty looks out for tho lamo and
tho lazy. Van Brunt wa'n't lame,
but
"Well," says I. "I'll bollevo in spe
cial Providences after this."
Van Jumped out of the chair.
"By George!" ho sings out "Talking
of special providences; Martin, como
horo."
Ho grabbed t'other Twin by the nnn
and led him down off tho piazza and
up to tho top of a little hill near tho
houBo. Tho rest of us followed with
out bolng Invited. I know you couldn't
have kept mo back with a chain cable.
I haven't visited many asyluma ud
I wanted to see the patients perform.
"Look horo, Martin," says Van, whon
wo got to tho top of tho hill. "Look
around you,"
Wo all looked, I guess; I know I did.
There was tho old Berry houso, squaro
and weatherbeat and gray. And thero
was a derelict barn end a half dozon
pig pons and hon houses stranded
alongside of it And thoro wns Horso
foot bar all around us for a half mllo
or bo, sand and beach grass and hop
toads, sil complete. And beyond on
ono Hldo was the bay, with tho water
looking blue nnd pretty in tho fore
noon sunshine. And on t'other side
wns tho mllo and n half strip wo'd Just
sailed across, with tho bench and
mntnlund over yonder. Not a rouI but
us In sight anywheres, Tho wholo lay
out would havo made n llrst-rato pho
togrnph of tho last placo the Lord
mado; tho ono he forgot to llnlsh.
"Look at It!" hollers Van. "Look nt
it! Now whnt la It?"
I begun to bo Borry Iho keepor
hndn't arrived that tlmo when I
thought ho wns coming. I cal'lated
ho wad needed right now. Martin
Boomed to think ho, too. Ho looked
puzzled.
"What Is It?" h anys. "What's
what? Whnt do you mean?"
"Why this wholo business. Island
and houso nnd scenery and quiet and
all. You old blockhead!" hollers Van,
giving tho othor Twin nn cvorlnHtlng
bang on tho bnck; "Don't you seo? It's
whnt we've been looking for nil theso
wcoks It's tho pure, unadulterated,
nccopt-no-lmltntlons Natural Llfo!"
I set down In tho snnd. Things wero
coming too fast for mo. If this kept
on I'd bo counting my fingers and
plnyiug cat's cradlo along with tho
rest of tho loons pretty soon. 1
knew It.
But, would you bullovo It, Martin
Hartley didn't seem to think his chum
was out of his mind. Ho fetched a
long breath.
"By Jove!" ho saya, slow; "I don't
know but you'ro right."
"Right? You bet I'm right! It's
been growing on mo over slnco I
landod. We'll bo nlono; no females,
natlvo or Imported, to bother us.
Hero's a bully old houso with somo
furniture, bedsteads nnd so on, nlrcady
In It. I broko n window and climbed
In for a rummage. Jolllcst old ark
you over saw. Hero's a veranda to sit
on, nnd air to breathe, and a barn for
a cow and plenty of room for n gar
den nnd chickens whow! Man nllvo,
It's Paradise! And I want to locato
tho man that owns It I wnnt to find
him quick."
Ho .didn't havo to say it but once.
Nato Scuddor was so full of Joy that
ho had to shovo his hands In his pock
ets to keep from hugging hlmsolf.
"I own It," ho says. '
"You do! Scuddor, you'ro a gem.
I begin to lovo you llko a brother. Mar
tin and I hlro this place; do you un
derstand? It's ours from this minute,
for as long as wo want it"
Nato commenced to hem and haw.
"Well, I don't know," ho says. "I don't
know's I ought to lot .you havo it.
There's been considerable many folks
after it, and"
"Nover mind. Thoy can't havo it
Wo outbid 'em. Seo?"
"What will wo do for grocories?"
asks Hartley, considering.
"Scuddor '11 bring 'era to us," sayB
Van. "Won't you, Scudder?"
"Well, I don't know, Mr. Van Brunt
I'm pretty busy now, and "
"We'll pay you for your time, of
course."
"What about beds and cooking uton
bIIb nnd bo on?" asks Hartley, consid
ering somo more.
"Scudder'll buy 'em for us somo
whores." "And milk, and oggo, and butter?"
"Scudder till wo got our own chick
ens and cow."
"And or well, a cook? Who'll do
tho cooking?"
Van Brunt stoops down and slaps
mo on tho Bhoulder.
"Pratt," says ho "Pratt will como
hero and cook for us, and navlgato us,
and be our general manager. Pratt's
tho boy!"
"Hold on thero!" I sings out "Avast
heaving, will you. If you" think for
ono minute that I'm going to quit my
summer Job to como to thlB hole and
live, you're "
"You'ro coming," says Van. "Novor
mind tho price; we'll pay it Now shut
up! you're coming."
What can you say to a chap like
that? I groaned.
"Llvo on Horsefoot Bar," I says.
"Llvo on it!"
"Horsefoot Bar?" Bays Van. "Is that
Its name? Woll, it's Horsefoot Bar no
more. I've been ovolving a namo over
Blnco I began to brcatho horo. Breathe,
Martin," ho says. "Draw a good
breath. That's it. That's puro ozono.
Gontlemcn, permit mo to introduce to
you, Ozono island."
Scudder grinned. Ho was fooling
ready to grin at most anything Just
then.
"Ozono island?" says Hartley,
"Ozono island. A restful namo. Woll,
It's a rostful spot Isn't it, Bklpper?"
"Yes," Bays I. "As" restful aa being
burled alive; and protty nigh as pleas
ant."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
KNEW80METHINQOF ARGUMENT
Daughter Mustered Logic to Answer
Father's Objections.
Isaac L. Rico, tho chess enthusiast,
whoso daughter is a dovoteo of the
motorcycle, tolls a story about tho
way In which ho waB induced to buy
tho first machlno for the young wom
an. Mrs. Rico and Miss Rico wore In
Europe at tho tlmo and arrangements
had been mado to ship a machlno
abroad, whon a man was thrown from
a motorcyclo In Now York and killed.
Tho accident impressed Mr. Rico bo
that, instead of sending tho desired
cycle, ho forwarded a lottor uayln?
that ho had doclded not to buy ono, as
ho thought tho sport was too danger
ous. By tho next mall camo back a
lottor carrying Insldo a newspaper
clipping with tho bonding, "Man Dlos
in Theater." With It was tho mes
sage: "Now, father, do you intend to
keop mo from going to tho theater
bocauso a man once died thoro?" Mr.
Rico decided that argument was use
less against ru-h ta astugoalst
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metropolis Christmas
to exploit its wares.
The windows of the great
Autumn leaves, now 'present
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Images .of Santa Clays appear in baa reliefs, back'cd with reindeer and
sledges, capacious chimneys and snug'llre-placcs. Toys and sweetmeats
run riot upon the counters, and mefchrismas'shopper appears mincingly in
the long aisles of the great department stores. Therc arc yet many days for
making Christmas choices andUiCjShopper'lias about her none of that mad,'
scrambling air so noticeable during theTast few days of the runaway season.'
In the streets Santa jvorks nievcry-corjjcr, asking alms for the needy.
ii.. ..I..1. ii.ni ,l.:. sri..-4u.. a
Inch wo are drawn into themrrjf-making, thi .bustle, and the spirit of the
time. In ouf minds vyate turning overwind over the problem of what
for this dcaj.one anuwhat ftiothat andin-our .list we include those who1
are less rtbt-to-bc ,iovous xfh tin's dav than we ore and now comes the'
real joy of Christmas: the doing W
There is the little girl we mfct a'
who will be delighted with a pretty
at the corner of Hit and Miss- streets, theN widow who takes in washing
out in tho suburb where we Jjvdf the jolly ovfriend of a business associ-J
bio wno nas so many tmngs one cannon jusiacciac on nis present, ine
elevator man who has" met -us" morning and night with a cheery good
morning and a respectful gdod night andthcn there arc the closer ones:1
tho mother, father, ,wifc,arid babies 1
What a goJaxy-sor needy folk for all arey needy "on Christmas day!
Those who do not need food, or clothing, or money, need something that
will prove our love, (prove that wc have not forgotten them and that on
this, tho day commemorating the coming of the King of Bethlehem, our'
heart W attuned toJtheirs in gladness and rejoicing.
And now the nolljrand the mistletoe appear uponthe6trcetrcorners(
and .rushing business men stop on their hurried way homeward to buy
wreaths of the green and the red to hang in the windows of. their, homes'
and from tho cliandeliereoffoeiyfiving rooms. j
' On and on surges the spirirrfchristmasly
Like a mighty enveloping shaff'oPsunshine, it brcaksthrough"hc!
clouds of every-day .mediocrity and racing across the world sends its glow-!
Ing glory, into every home I Garlands hang everywhere, bells chime and
merry laughter echoes through, the halls of time. And with the ringing'
of the crystal spheres, peace spreads her mantle like a cloak, and plenty
sits enthroned among the merrymaking and the praise! --.
"Peace oa earth, good-will to men."
mi-P t-SB.-Sr .fV kfifc VrFVV F -TS-p-.fcS
r?c-TnE hcar of Christmas early in tiieAcountry! No sooner Have the
( J dayls J5&&n&C3$l&ht' at.'joc'.thah' mt tMt bfehher,
jyCncfMwj&Jc WrtnrJpcibejptit aay sHtjfatagftsi;
AfipaeTjiSthe sTtferaTvfeether Is rtadinVNWs newsmra,
dra';BJjb5 tMrwuWwUy
moSwp'omake beautiful' anaustfuJHVS? (v"s -f" -V)
JTOHjfiittnas will be herc.befongwep
towwith his eyes. &ft-wvN. S
IYd(lM, how time flies l". he rammepfso asVherturnsiWs
'tANMit after nkht.she sews and frnft&ahd crochets
fficfrahiTdrcn out of the house and -nSrl hfij
qujew some deep corner and briffgiouj
MiHkrvbJrtr Willlfi. laces for Nell, itimters
hclveah sensitive to the least in tnisioftT the
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O Delightiat
occupation! HowThrtlie days now gone, all men have strung
their hearts upon the threads and passed them awkwardly to rosy-cheeked
maids with hair braided down their backs, with ruby lips and eyes that
sparkled with the first love glances !
And the, Christmas' parties, the slcighrides, the renewing of friendships
with those who have been away at school arid have returned for the season
of gaycty and good cheer!
And the stockings that arc hung on Christmas eve in the country ! In
every home they reap their harvest year by year on Christmas morning.
Reap their harvest as the "Merry Christmas!" salutation rings throughout,
tho house.
And it is mother, usually, that steals irt "upon the sleepipg ones, and
wishes them a glad and happy Christmas!
And always on Christmas morning she will do this! Though she be in
the land of bliss beyond, or in the flesh of the present, she will speak to us(
of the Christmas morning, speak to us from her loving heart and wish u
happiness. Nor time, nor death, nor changes, nor wars, nor misfortunes
ever can take from a man this Christmas wish of mother's; v
"A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! "
From the endless aeons of the turquoise sky she speaks to me on
Christmas morning and she speaks to you, too but, mayhap, nearer by,'
for Christmas in the country is indissolubly associated with her. And for
that reason, Christmas in tho country is doubly dear to me and doubly
sacred.
"With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve."
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slightest danger of a surprise.
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eft hands to the regular routine! ,
Christmas tree and of the
added numbers and the
popconrand fashion, decorations.'
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