THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE; MAY 27, 1917.
4-S
THE RAILROAD RAIDERS
CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE
Copyright, 1917.
Br FRANK H. SPEARMAN
Adopted from th WaiUrn Picture Ver.ion Produced by Signal Film
Corporation and Featuring Helen Holmes. '
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HELEN DROPPED FROM THE BRIDGE TO THE ROOF OF THE
BAGGAGE CAR AS THE TRAIN RUSHED BY. .
Th Knotted Cord.
In the office of the chief ef police,
Helen, with Melrose, Webb and Roy
Wilson, impatiently awaited news con
cerning touring car No. 52479. Instead
of news, a call came from the depot
reporting that a patrol officer had
been knocked on the head and left
senseless on the platform. From the
baggageman the chief got a descrip
tion of the officer' assailants and
what was of more importance
learned that the two men had shipped
a trunk on No. 9 to Pedro.
"Lady Melrose may be in that
trunk,' 'exclaimed Helen, listening ea
gerly. - J -; '
. Melrose snorted incredulously:
"Impossible!"
"No," persisted Helen impetuously.
"With that gang nothing is impos
sible." She turned quickly to her com
panions: "We can beat No. Nine's
time to Pedro. Cornel"
Webb juried for the door. Wilson
and Helen were close behind and Mel
rose, rra.i-ciascd at the suddenness of
the move, followed. They tumbled into.
a pOiicc car, and witn a sergeant at
the wheel started at emergency speed
for the harbor terminal.
The highway parallels the railroad
track to Pedro, and after catching
sight of the train they , soon over
hauled it. Helen, always the wit and
resource of the party, now gave her
orders to the driver: "Beat the train
to the Burnette bridge--the overhead
crossing. I'll drop from it to the top
of the train and if Lady Melrose is
in that trunk, I'll take her pjce. .
'1 he startling proposal shook even
Webbs' courage; he caught his
breath. Wilson and Melrose declared
her insane, but Helen wai obdurate
and she carried her point. The ser
geant urged the police car manly
ahead. Once at the bridge, Helen
clinging to the edge, swung hand over
hand above No. 9's track. As the
train shot under her, she dropped to
the baggage car roof. .,
The messenger within heard the
heavy fall. Believing he faced a hold
up, he slammed all shut and made
ready to defend. But Helen, lowering
herself from the top of the car,
showed him, through the window, her'
star. He promptly opened the door,
and, swinging inside, she . explained.
But when she helped him open the
trunk, her fears were realized; Lady
Melrose lay senseless within it.
With the aid of the messenger
Helen lifted her gently out, and then,
to the amazement of the trainman,
told him she herself would take the
place of the unconscious woman
directing bim how, to close the trunk
and, leave it to be claimed.
Her companions in ,tne police ma
chine, by speeding furiously, had al
ready beaten the train into Pedro
the intention being to let the Raiders
'claim their trunk and follow them to
their headquarter that all might be
tnken together.
When the train pulled in Marshall
and Masters claimed their trunk, and
putting it into their machine, started
away, Helen's companions following.
But careful as Webb was, Masters
taw the pursuers - "Webb behind
lis," he cried to Marshall.
. Marshall acted promptly. "Get her
out of the trunk," he shouted as the
car reeled with the breakneck speed.
"Throw it overboard anf we'll beat it
for Ling Woos.
Helen, listening, heard the "words
Ripping a strip of cord from the
trunk dining, she rapidly tied into it
by means of knots, the dots and
dashe of a Morse message. The ab
ductors were already opening the
trunk. Resisting an impulse to use
her Distol. the feigned unconscious
ness in order to go through to the
end and capture all concerned. The
next moment she was lifted from her
hiding place and the trunk was thrown,
. on, Jl ne macnine was now wiinin
sight of the ferry slip; a boat was
about to start across tne bay. With
Helen between them, the two men
hastened aboard just as Webb' car
reached the discarded trunk 'on the
roadway. Unluckily, Webb stopped
to open the trunk. Then, finding it
empty, he dashed for the ferry, but
only to see the boat half-way across
the bav.
' Explaining, to the curious that they
were taking a sick woman to the hos
pital. Masters and Marshall, without
interference, got Helen to Ling
Woo'. True to his word, the latter
i paid the two men the money prom
ised, but a ber captor itarted to go.
p
Helen' covered tKem with her revol
ver. . ' ,
She was now, however, in perilous
surroundings. A noose was dropped
suddenly from above; it caught tier
gun hand and jerked her arm above
her head. Disarming her, with a
laugh, Marshall and Masters, money
in hand, left her Ling Woo's prisoner.
Webb, with his men, had gone back
to the trunk. It was Roy who, pick
ing up the cord that lay in the bottom
and running it idly through his hands,
realized suddenly that the fiber bore
a message. To decipher this was the
work of a moment and he read
Helen' word aloud:."At Ling Woo's
place."
"We can get into Ling Woo's place
through the comparfy warehouse," he
said hurriedly, "But we must get
there quick I" ,
The machine was run at top speed
hack to the ferry. The party caught a
boat, and once across the bay they
ra.i through the railroad warehouse,
broke open the door, smashed into
.Ling Woo's, and after a sharp fight,
overpowered him and his gang and
rescued Helen.
Marshall and Masters went straight
to a wharf saloon, where Burke was
to telephone them for news.
At Mountain Springs, Desmond had
been advised of the selection of Roy
Wilson as president of the line. When
he showed Burke the wire the latter
shook his head. "I'm afraid that boy
won't stand for any crookedness," he
muttered,
"He'll have to go east, anyway," ob
served Desmond. "So he won't bother
us.
Burke now told Desmond of Mar
shall and Masters' latest exploit. But,
deeply interested in Helen herself,
Desmond was enraged at her abduc
tion. Burke, taken completely aback,
listened in humiliation to his outburst
of wrath. "I won't have women mixed
up in this work," declared the ftry
easterner.
Apostle of morality, eh? sneered
Burke.
No, I. fight men, snapped Des
mond tensely., "Remember that, or
you go to the discard. I'm going to
break up the transfer business at the
terminal, he added, most unexpected
ly... s .
Kuin the road f asked Burke.
"For a while." returned Desmond
bluntly, i ' -
1 Me tntrlgue suited Burke. He ad
vised Marshall and Masters and the
two made ready to loot a merchandise
car on the freight ferry.
Returning with Helen from Pedro
to headquarters, Roy Wilson received
the news of his election. His friends
crowdedabout to congratulate. With
them were Desmond . and Burke.
"When tre you going east?" asked
Desmond of the new executive.
Roy glanced toward He en: The
minute we run the railroad raider to
earth and get Helen's father out of
th nni ntiarv "
Burke looked reproachfully atTJes-
mond: their clans were threatened.
but neither could sav anything.
Down at Pedro the raiders, all set,
awaited in their launch the arrival
of darkness to loot the car ferry.
And news of their success reached
Mountain Springs next morninsr when
an excited Englishman, in spats and
trock suit, pushed past the headquar
ters! office boy and catching at the
first clerk he encountered, harangued
him excitedly. The clerk could make
nothing of what he was saying, but
others gathering, managed to get a
coherent statement. "Somebody, de
dared the Englishman, "robbed my
car, crossing the ferry last .night."
Burke, in the group, suspected this
must be the looting carried out by
Marshall's gang. He took the irate
Englishman in to Desmond.
"This is Ml. Chapman." he began
but could get no further. Chapman in
great excitement interrupted nim,
and Burke, taking a comedy cue, as
Chapman tried to talk him down,
talked rapidly back at the wrathful
shioner. Desmond for a time could
get nothing of what either was say
ing. But when Burke quieted down,
Chapman reiterated his charge that
his car had been roDDed on the
fcrrv.
Desmond sneered at the statement
and Chapman, more furious than ever,
exploded aeain with wrath. Desmond
finally set him roughly down in a chair
and turned to Burke, ana tne mo
ment he took his hands off Chapman
the latter, bounding to his feet, took
The Busy Bees
BROAD and deep Americanism which is pulsing through our great re
public these day will take on a reverent and sacred atmosphere Me
morial day, which-is Wednesday of this week. It is perhap the most
beautiful of our national holidays, since, unlike many of the others, it
is unmarked by disorder and confusion. The impulse which led to the estab
lishment of the day as a holiday was the desire to pay due honor to the self
arrifirinir martvrs of the civil war. In no sense of the word is the signifi
cance of the day meant to be ontyof sadness, but rather a time to recall the
glorious aspiration which thrilled men's ouls in a time parallel to the pres
ent, when to love one' country war to lay down one's life for it because of
patriotism and devotion to lmerty ana treeaom.
Riuv Rf have keen clamorine to do their bit in the war relief work.
They are also asking what they can do to show their love for the old soldiers
as well as the newly made ones. When they go with their parents to dec
orate the grave on Wednesday they might take along with them a few extra
flowers for the graves ot soldier wno by tome cnance may ot overlooked.
Ynu can also raise the flag on vour house if it is has not already been. Some
consideration for the veterans who wear empty sleeves, and are stumping
along on wooden legs would show yur gratitude for the perpetuation of the
union for which they sacrificed themselves unselfishly that you might enjoy
freedom.
- It is these veterans who left the colleee halls, the plow on the farm
and the office over a half a century
things our youny? men ot today are preparing to do tor tne world.
The snowballs, the lilacs, violets and sweet williams are in bloom for
the day, so let the Busy Bee remember that in so pausing to strew the gar
lands they are honoring themselves in the doing.
We-may honor our patriotic and heroic dead by growing up to be true
men and women and by faithfully fighting the battles of our every day life
as they fought and our boys are now
Do not torget to send us any pictures you are taking these lovely spring
days, and if they are kodak pictures please send the films also, so that they
may be enlarged. ,
The prize last week was won oy riorence oewara or tne Blue side, a
former queen. Mary Fischer and Helen Crabb. both of the Red side, won
honoranic mention.
Stories
(First Prize.)
The Omaha Tornado.
By Florence Seward, Aged 10 Years,
10J4 victor Avenue, umana.
Blue Side,
I am going to tell you about our
trip to Coney Island when we were
in New York four year ago. We
went one night and rode on the ele
vated railroad for a long time until
we came to a city sparkling with
lights, high towers and buildings.
We got on the car and my aunt
bought a long string of tickets for
admittance to nearly every show.
First we went to the animal show.
There were monkeys, gorillas, tiger,
lions, opossums, elephants; in tact
every kind of animal was there from
tar and near.
After we had looked at them for
a while we went on the "ocean wave."
It wm made so the ground moved
and rolled like the sea. We went
around in little cars just like automo
biles. Mv storv is trettma- long so I will
tell you just one more thing and will
continue it next Sunday.
The next show we went to was
"The Omaha Tornado." We went Into
a theater and took seats. By and by
the curtain arose displaying a tiny
city, representing Omaha'. Then all
of a sudden the sky became dark
and a low rumbling was heard. A
blinding flash of lightning came, an
other rumble and-a tiny freight train
ran across the stage marked "North
western, soon it bacame so dark
that we could not see anything. Then
the roar of the wind was heard and
loud rumbling.
when the -aecond scene was
shown all the houses were torn to
pieces and brick and timber were
scattered all over. .Soon the sky
cleared and the curtain went down.
We all clapped loud and long.
Ihu I my last ten-year-oia story
for my birthday is tomorrow. My
next story will be entitled "Our Trip
to Catalina Island.".
(Honorable Mention.)
Gathering Spring flowers.
By Mary Fischer, Aged 12 Years, 3606
Latayette Avenue, umana.
Red Side.
One Sunday afternoon last sum
mer some friends, my sister and 1
went out to Child's Point in an auto
mpbile. On the way out we had to go
up and down several steep hills, but
it was a very nice ride just the same.
When we eot there we gathered
some flowers. We found many violets,
both yellow and purnle, and many
sweet william.
On a steeo hill m one place we
saw all kind of flowers. We were very
anxious to get them,' so we started
to run and could hardly stop. After we
had our arms full of different kinds of
wild flowers we started to the top of
the hill again and although it was
hard to get there we finally made it.
While we were busy gathering (low
ers we did not notice how black the
skv was getting, but when we got out
of the thick woods we saw that the
sky was very black and also that it
was thundering and lightning.
We were quite a way from home
and we knew we would have to hurry,
so we quickly jumped into the auto
mobile and atarted. At first it just
sprinkled, but after a while it began
to rain very hard. After a long and un
pleasant ride we arrived home and
we were certainly glad to get there.
I have seen Luella Gibson a letters
and stories on the Busy Bee page
many times and they are all
good.
very
(Honorable Mention.)
The-Origin' of Olasa.
By Helen Crabb, Aged 10 Years, 4016
Worth 1 hirty-tourth Avenue,
" Omaha. Red Side.
While helping mv papa in the gar
den I saw him dig up a small piece of
glass. He asked me it 1 ever thought
how glass came to be in the world,
and when I told him I hadnot he told
me this story: .
At the beginning this earth was a
vast ball of mist which spun around
the warpath again. Thinking by this
time the scene had gone tar enough.
Desmond, to placate the angry man,
handed him a cigar. Chapman dashed
it to the floor. Desmond took him bv
the shoulders: "See here," he ex
claimed sharply. "Listen 1"
i won t listen, yelled tne indignant
man.
Aeain Desmond was forced to oush
him into a chair. "Keep quiet long
enough to allow me to appoint a man
to investigate your charge, he
shouted. This somewhat ' subdued
Chapman choter. But Desmond. al
ready upset, and forgetting vthat Roy
was now his own superior, called in
the latter 'and asked him to go with
Thantnan tn Perirn to investigate the
case. Ror made no objection what
ever. Indeed, he welcomed the op
portunity and hi frank, honest face
made a happy impression on Chap
man. The two men left talking most
amiably toeethrr.; -
Too late Desmond realized his
blunder. He turned to Burke. "Get
word to Marshall that Wilson is on
the job.
(End of the Eighth Episode.)
ago who have accomplished for us the
training to do..
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so fast that it became harder and
harder.
The harder it became the hotter it
was, until at last it was like a great
soft, hot ball of fire.
This ball of fire gradually cooled on
the outside, leaving a great rocky
crust, which broke up into what we
call our soil and sand and rocks.
Ir. the soil God planted grass and
trees and vegetables and then put peo
ple and animals on the earth.
I he sand left from this areat aee
was melted bjr glass makers who make
the glass, the piece found in the gar
den was part of those ancient times.
When Tablea Turned.
By Esther Hahn, Aged 12 Year,
DaVid City, Neb. Red Side.
"It's too hot to so walkins." said
Mildred, fanning herself with her
handkerchief.
'But I want to see if the violets
are Kooming," I persisted.
I confess I d like to sec, too, but
it's so late," said Mabel.
"Oh, nol We'll just go as far as
our cave, I said cheerfully.
We packed a little lunch and started
on our usual route to our cave. We
passed over the bridge and watched
the dancing waves of a pond below,
which gleamed like diamonds.
We were looking tor the violets
when Mildred drew back in alarm.
"What's the matter?" I said.
"A snake I" she cried.
"Where?" said I.
I could not see the snake until it
wriggled from its hiding place. I was
not, afraid of snakes so I did not
feel so startled as Mabel.
We sat down on the mossy banks
of our cave, when to our astonish
ment we heard a queer rumbling.
I jumped up and ran, my heart beat
ing wildly in my breast.
Had mv brother been there I
would not have been so frightened,
but they were so busy on their rabbit
pen that they did not accompany us.
tsther, come back, laughed .Mil
dred.
-"What is it?" I shouted.
We soon found it to be a wagon
passing by on the other side of our
cave. . "
Success for Uncle Sam.
By Katherine Schultz, Aged 9 Years,
Milford. Neb. Red Side.
fo you think we are going to have
iwith Germany? I hope we do not.
I do not like to think of it, for I can't
help thinking of our soldiers who be
come so hungry when they are fight
ing. Of course our oldiers will do
their best, but many of them will be
killed. v
I think the German oeooleTiave
many more soldiers than we have, but
I wish we would win and then the
Red, White and Blue would still wave.
Do you remember the last time I
wrote you a letter and the name of
the story, which was, "In the Early
Days? I am going to hnish it..
While the men were starting to look
for the boy some other men rode up
with a boy. It was the father and the
mother of the little boy.
fhey were all very happy to see
their dear little boy again. I will close
for this time and will answer any let
ter from the Busy Bees.
A Red Cros Busy Bee. '
By Ethel Mick, Brownell Hall, Sev
" enth Grade, 211 South Thirty-sixth
Street. Blue Side.
This is the first time that I have
written to you, so I must tell you. all
about the Red Cross work I did at
the Benson & Thome booth.
I first got up at 5:30 in the morning,
got dressed and hurried downtown.
The people first gave me my Red
Cross cap and bag. Then I went to
the door to get somebody to subscribe,
but only got I told the women
that I would rather go to the different
buildings to ask the men.
They said that I could, so I went
to the differant offices and got $30.50.
As I belong to the Camp Fire Girls
I must tell you about the hike we are
going to have Wednesday. We are
going to meet at one of the girl's
house and then take our supper out
in the woods.
The Fire.
By Pansy Shirley, Aged 10 Years,
Maxwell, Neb., Box 103.
We live on the, south side of the
track where iffs very windy. The
train started a fire one day.
It was not close to out house, but I
did not want it -t6 come over on our
land.
There were a lot tif men watching
the fire so it would not spread.
It went out about 9 o'clock, but the
Officers of the New Busy Bee Club
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MARTHA KOHAN. ANNIE
Here are the officers of one of the
Busy Bee clubs in the Kellom school
district. Annie Cutler, is the presi
dent, Martha Kohan secretary, and
Sadie Katzper treasurer. Nine years
is i the age requirement for this club.
next day the wind was still blowing.
Two fires started on our land. Ethel.
"3uy Chauncey and mamma put out
the first hre.
After awhile a passenger train
came along and started another one.
They went out again, taking sacks to
help put it out.
On May Day.
By Mabel Geiser, Aged 11 Years,
Columbus, Neb. Route 2,
Box 5. Blue Side.
I am going to write a story about
our walk the day before May basket
day. Last year the lay before May
day some of my friends and I went
violet picking. We each took a pail
and gathered violets. On our way
we stopped at a house and got a drink
of water, and then we put water in
our pail. We all walked four and one
half miles, but got our pails full of
violets. The next day was May day.
At night we hung the May baskets.
I gave them to Eleanor Stenger,
Evelyn Budat, Pauline Egger and
Alice Williams. I got fine May
baskets. I hope you all had a happy
May day.
- The Hungry Twins.
By Gladys Grantham, 10 Years Old,
Lexington, Neb. Blue Side.
Thi is the first time I have written
to you. I am in the fifth grade at
school. I have twin brothers, named
Wilfred and Varley, and a younger
brother named Charles.
We have all been very busy taking
THE GREAT SECRET
Novelized From the Metro Wonderplay
Serial of: the Same Name, in Which Franci
X. Bushman and Beverly Bayne are Co-Star
BY J. M. LOUGHBOROUGH
Author af th Novlllialkin of Clyde Fitch' plajr, "Her Slater," "HI Backdoor
Romance," and other abort Btorie. v
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DR. ZULPH DECIDES THE
CAST.
William Montfomsry Stronf
Francis X. ButihiTian
Beverly Clarke Beverly Bayne
Dr. Zulph Edward Connelly
Mrs. Mathilda Clarke Sue Balfour
The Great Master ...Fred R. Stanton
Jane Warren Helen Dunbar
Rodman Sean Robert Canon
Cochran, hie assistant... Fred Roberts
Wee See Charles Fang
Dr. Mot-ran Franklyn B. Hanna
WHAT HAD UUCi J3E,r wnu.
William Montgomery Strong, a wealthy
young clubman, rescues Beverly Clarke from
kldnapen employed by a band of brainy
criminals known as The Secret Seven. This
organization plots te get papers represent
ing a largo fortnn left to Beverly by her
uncle. Thomas Clarke, who was a member
of The Secret Seven. These papers form
the base for villainy on the part of the arrh
consplrator of ths organisation Dr. Zulph.
Because he has thwarted all their plans. The
a.rrt Seven ruin Stronr financially and
even plan to murderhlm. They succeed In
stealing some of the papers, but they are
recovered ana tne pians ior curong b murutr
have been foiled. Beverly, with part of the
fortune. Is now established In a luxurious
home wlth.her mother, and Strong and she
have become engaged.
Detective Rodman Sean, called In Mo
solve the murder of Detective Ackerton,
uommlsaions Strong as one ot his assistants
nd they are drawing a net around Dr.
Zulph, when The Great Master, leader of
The Secret Seven, proposes a scheme by
which he will take a drug thai will produce
unooRr-clousnes for forty-eight hours. They
can then- trail Dr. Zulph and see what ac
tion he takes when he believes The Great
Master Is dead. At the appointed time
Sears and Strong must administer a drug
that will restore consciousness. The plan
Is put Into execution. Jane Warren, who
holds the secret of Zulph's past, Is seriously
hurt by an automobile, taken to a hospital.
Thus both Tba Great Master and Jane
Warren, who hold the much-needed infor
mation, are unconscious, and Zulph seems
to win.
CHAPTER XVI.
-The Crafty Hand."
Strong give the phial containing
the drug that is to restore The Great
Master to consciousness and life to
Sear for safer keeping. They go to
the home of The Great Ma6ter. The
servants who are acquainted with the
plan to trap Dr. Zulph await their
arrival and the housekeeper tele
plones to Zulph tnat The Great Mas
ter is dead. Zulph hear- the news
and smiles. He decides to verify it
and goes to The Great Master's home.
The servants admit him, weeping, and
even show him the body on the bed.
He applies all the necessary tests and
is convinced that The Great Master is
dead. Sear and Strong, who are in
hiding, listen to his conversation and
Their Own Page
CUTLER. SADIE KATZPER.
"All girls are welcome to join," an
nounces the little presiden't.
"How about the boys?" you ask.
"Poohr"boys are taboo."
The club was organized April 22
and already has a large membership.
care of them. They are always getting
into mischief and doing funny things.
Someone gave them a pair of rabbits
and they have, been feeding them
clover.
The twins were going to the coun
try today. They are always so hun
gry that mamma was wondering what
they could take their lunch in. My big
sister suggested that they take their
lunch in our cedar chest.
A Happy Easter.
By Theresa Grantham, S Years Old,
Lexington, Neb. Blue Side.
This is the first time I have written.
I hope I will win the prize. I am going
to tell you of the happy Easter we
had.
Saturday afternoon we girls bought
some Easter eggs and told the boy
to make some nests, for the rabbit
was coming tomorrow night.
They did as we told them and Sun
day we put the eggs in the nests. We
told them to look in their nests and
they found their eggs. In a little while
Marjorie Roscberg cams' over and
brought some cards and we played
games.
My Trip to Ericson.
By Eunice Collinson, Aged 9 Years,
Merna, Neb. Red Side.
Last August I took a trip to Eric
son, Neb., in an automobile. I started
about 8 o'clock in the morning. I had
to get out and walk up quite a few
hills, where it was very sandy.
I saw about 200 sheep and 100
GREAT MASTER IS DEAD.
watch hini as he departs, feeling that
he has now become the leader of the
criminal band.
Strong goes to Beveriy's home and
tells of the happenings and of Jane
Warren's accident They decide to
devote some attention to Jane and
visit her in the hospital.
Zulph is unable to convince his
henchmen that The Great Master was
dead until they had seen him in the
casket. He takes them to the tomb
where the. body is lying and they are
satisfied. The other members of The
Secret Seven Council receive the news
of his death from his servant.
As first part of the plot to get
Zulph the hospital physician-in-charge
telephones to "mm tnat oetore losing
consciousness Jane Warren had asked
that if any operation was necessary to
permit Zulph to perform it. Sears
and his assistant visit the hospital and
complete (all arrangements to trap
Zulph.
Zulph arrives and the nurse escorts
him to Jane Warren's bedside, where
he makes a diagnosis. As he looks
at her bandaged head he thinks of tis
past and how he has tried to make
her do his bidding. In her delirium
Jane mutters: "I must tell, I will
tell." Zulph, fearing exposure, de
cides that he will perform the opera
tion in such a manner that her death
will be certain.
' Meantime Sears and his assistants
have arranged their trap for Zulph
and have hidden in clothes lockers in
the room where he dons his surgeon's
garb. Strong, Beverly and the real
surgeon of the hospital. Dr. Morgan,
are in hiding elsewhere. The patient
is taken from the bed to the operat
ing table. Zulph, as he washes his
hands before putting'on his anti-septic
gloves, pauses to look in the mir
ror to see if his face betrays any
weakness. He rests his hands on the
basin and then goes to make the op
eration. The moment he has gone Sears and
his, assistant' emerge and take the
finger prints he has left on the basin.
They seem to have something ex
tremely interesting, for both express
confidence. At the operating table
Dr. Zulph looks carefully at the
nurse and prepares to operate in
such a manner that Jane Warren will
pas into eternity.
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Six Year Old Tomorrow (May 28):
Name. School.
Erophy, Marv Sacred Heart
Childs, Byfor'd A Walnut Hill
Emery, Margaret Webster
Hrath, Mildred Monmouth Park
Helm, Jack South Lincoln
Lindmier, Velma Mae.. Miller Park
Vencalek, Mary Brown Park
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Goodman, Orval M Madison
White, Harold K Long
Yambor, Charles Highland
Eight Year Old Tomorrow:
Beveridge, Marion Farnam
Christiansen, Edith Webster
Cox, Gwendoline Central
Hanson, Frederick Park
Lee, Richard Kellom
" Powell, Virginia Ludelle. .Dundee
Sehrt, Pearl Central
Victor, Grace Walnut Hill
Willoughby, Eleanor Farnam
Nine Yeari Old Tomorrow: ,
Bcdnarz, Jenney St. Francis
Cachoppa, Steve Cass
Foy, Joseph, J., jr Dundee
McGloin, Mary St. Mary's
Northcutt, Harriet Franklin
Shea, James E Sacred Heart
Vail, Edward St. Bridget's
turkeys. The turkeys had bells on,
so the coyotes would not get them. I
reached there about 1 :30 o'clock and
started back about 8 o'clock in tho
morning.
There was. lots of fleas up there.
The fleas bit me so hard I could not
sleep.
May Basket Day.
By Marffuerite Geiser, Aged 11 Years,
Columbus, Neb. Route 2,
Box 5. Blue Side.
May basket day was May 1. I
gave three May baskets away. I took
one to school because it was too far
to go at night. The other I gave at
night. The flowers did not bloom so
we took lilac buds and honeysuckle
buds. We also took some flowers that
we bought, and put candy in, too.
I hope Busy Bees had a good time
May basket day.
Kindness to a Little Bird.
By Hazel Prange, Aged 8, 5004 Cass
Street, Omaha, Neb. Blue Side.
One day Abraham Lincoln was rid
ing with a friend. They came across
two little birds lying in the road. The
wind had blown them from their
nest. One man ride on, but that man
was not Abraham Lincoln. He
stopped and put the little birds back
into their nest. Then with a happy
heart he followed his friend.
Our Flag.
By Gwendolene G. Smith, Aged 10
Years, Herman, Neb. Blue Side.
See the flag, our nation's flag,
Waving there on high,
We look with praise upon it
As we pass it by.
And as we look upon it, -
We think of the old, old story,
How the people asked Betsy Ross to
make
The dearest flag, "Old Glory."
The 'old flag still unfurls on high(
Over our aear land,
And we think how we fought for
"Old Glory,"
With a few, but faithful band.
WHEN BILL NYE WAS SHERIFF
To nearly every one the name ot
Bill Nye brings the picture of a gen
ial, fun-loving man whose jokes were
once famous all over the country; but
to those who lived in Wyoming some
thirty years ago Bill Nye means
something else, too.
At that time Nye had begun to be
famous throughout the United States'
as editor of the Laramie Boomerang,
but he was chiefly known and feared
nearer home as sheriff of Laramie
county. '
Sheriff Nye was absolutely fearless.
He was resolute, decisive, quick to
act and tireless in pursuing offenders.
He failed to get his man on only one
occasion, and that failure was due to
the tenderness of heart that was al
ways a part of his character.
Nye starred out once after a typical
bad man who had shot or stabbed
some one, and quickly learned that he
had fled to the mountains. Wyoming
was a pret- wild territory back in
the early eighties, and it was diffi
cult and dangerous to follow the trail
of that criminal and attempt to arrest
him, but Nye never hesitated. Sum
moning a deputy, the sheriff sprang
on his horse and the two started off.
After riding nearly 200 miles into the
wilderness they learned that their man
was hiding in an abandoned miner's
cabin, whither he had brought his
young wife.
Soon after darkness fell Nye quietly
rode up to the cabin and dismounted
before the door. He sent his deputy
round to guard the rear of the little
shack. Then Nye threw open the door
and dashed inside, with his revolver
cocked and ready for instant action.
The criminal was asleep on the bed,
and his wife, who sat close by, was
stroking his forehead: Nye covered
them both with his gun and told them
to throw up their hands.
"I've got you," he said grimly.
"Now you get up quietly and come
:.long the lady can stay here if she
chooses."
' The bad man admitted that the
game was up and began to roll his
blanket jnto a bundle. "Never mind
that," said Nye; "we've got plenty of
blankets in the place you're going to."
The desperado then asked if he
couldn't say goodby to his wife.
"I reckon it's the last time I'll ever
see her," he continued. "You've got
the goods on me this time, sheriff
and I reckon I'll swing for it."
He appeared so cast idown that
Nye's warm heart prompted him to
grant the M-equest. "All right," he
said. "I'll give you two minutes."
The criminal rose from the bed.
The next instant those tightly rolled
biankets came whirling through the
air and struck Nye in the face so
heavily that he reeled back against
the wall. Before he could recover his
balance and throw off the blankets
the criminal had dashed out of the
cabin, leaped on Nye's pony and was
galloping down a mountain trail in
the darkness.
Of course Nyes depfltv came rush-
and started in pursuit; but the bad '
man was never heard from afterward.
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