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4 S THE OMAHA SUNDAY EEE: JUNE 17. 1917. The Railroad Raiders Copyright, 1917. ' A DESPERATE DEED By FRANK H. SPEARMAN Adopted from the Western Picture Version Produced by Signal Film ' Corporation and Featuring Helen Holmes. ' 4 - r iff f j v - ,L ' ft--4 A II h HELEN TELL THE TRAIN CREW OF THE CROOKS ON THE TRAIN. ELEVENTH EPISODE, Leaving Helen in the linking box car, Marshall and Masters headed for their shack, while Webb, thinking her air, started for the hospital, As Helens water-logged prison drifted, a heavy tug steamed up the bay. J he wheelsman, watching a same of seven-up behind him, smashed into the middle of the almost submerged car. The crew heard Helen's cry and one jumped into the bay to rescue her. When he got her aboard the tug she asked to be landed near the ferry. At the Raiders' shack, a pawky po liceman had secreted himself in wait ing and as soon as Marshall and Mas ten returned, he arrested them. They knocked him down and ran out. Helen, on the tug, saw them board an outbound freight train and told the captain she must catch them He put on full speed. Reaching the drawbridge, Helen jumped from the pilot house to it. 1 he freight train was coming. She climbed high into the steel work and as the train passed dropped on it and hurrying forward told the train crew of the crooks aboard. The two Raiders saw what was up, but the train was going too last tor a jump. Running ahead they cut the train m two and, as the hind end slowed, leaped from it. Webb now got Roy from the hos pital and the two took a passenger train for headquarters. The freight engineer, while the crew recouplcd his train, consulted his watch: "The passenger train." in alarm he said to Helen, "is due right now." "Rush flagman back to stow the passenger," she exclaimed to the con ductor. "I'll go to the switch and throw it into the passing track." By the merest scratch, a wreck was thus averted, and Helen, finding Webb and Roy on the train, joined them. Reaching Mountain Springs they found a wild exodus under way to Copper City a broken down camp twenty miles from the railroad. A dis gruntled prospector, it was reported, had broken camp and begun to round up his burros. Lifting a piece of rock with which to smite one stubborn an imal, he was surprised as he held it poised by its weight. The next in. stant he realized he had picked up rich copper ore and began excitedly to search for the ledge. This he found, staked, and hurried back to town to file upon. A street crowd pitching quoits, saw and followed him. When they examined the specimens every man in Copper City began to pack for Peacock Hill the spot where the burro had innocently located a rich ledge of copper. Hogan, manager of the Peacock Copper company, sat in his office when the news came: "Close down the tunnel," he shouted to his foreman. "Have all our men file on Peacock Hill." While the men were starting, Hogan made further plans: "Des mond," said he to the foreman, "is K. & V. manager at Mountain Springs. For a block of stock he'll run a branch up here to handle the ore. Desmond at headquarters, was read ing a wire from the Pedro agent an nouncing the loss of box car S. M. 4716 from the ferry. He laughed and showed the wire to Burke: "If this doesn't force Chapman to sell, I'm a boob." Chapman, in fact, was furious when he heard the news. He hurried to Des mond and stormed. Desmond seemed indifferent: "Do you want to sell your tick?" he asked. , ''Absolutely." The deal was closed then and there and Chapman had hardly left the office when Helen, Roy and Webb arrived. Roy and Helen took Webb to Des mond and facing Burke, Roy de nounced him and demanded his dis charge. Desmond hesitated but Roy was in deadly earnest: "I'm president , of this road. If you don't discharge him. I will." Burke, brazenly facing his accusers, made some sneering remark about Helen. Roy jumped at him. The two clinched. Webb would have in terfered but Desmond said no, and Roy, after thrashing Burke soundly glared at Desmond; "I think," said he, readjusting his cuffs, "Burke wants to resign. And I guess," he added significantly, "you'd like to re instate Webb." It was so ordered and Desmond and Burke were left alone again. Burke tried to talk but hardly had Desmond silenced him when Hogan arrived with the astonishing news from the discredited copper camp. ' Hogan and Desmond being old ac quaintances, few words were needed between them. Hogan explained vhat he wanted. "And there's a block of stock in it for you," he promised, "if you hurry the branch in." Desmond sat perplexed. He real ised such a move would strengthen K. & W. stock would make it harder "or him to depress the road's securi ties so he could complete -his con trol. But he coveted the copper stock! "Does it make any difference. Ho- Stan what road ffnea in theriV' he gan, wnat roaa goes in there? he asked. The K. & W. is not exactly in position to make construction ex penditures now. Suppose I get Rose dale to buiid the Eastern in?" "All the same to me," declared Hogan. ' Keep the news out of the papers," cautioned Desmond. "They've got it already," grinned Hogan as he left. Shortly thereafter, Burke and Des mond walked downstairs together, Marshall and Masters, having reached Mountain Springs on another train, saw the two leaving the building and hailed them. Desmond scowled. He disliked being seen with the now notorious Raiders: "Get those fel lows in a toom and keep them out of sight," he muttered to Burke. "And you meet at Rosedalc's hquse to night." " W h o's Rosedale ?" demanded Burke. "Vice president of the Eastern," re plied Desmond gruffly. Roy, after his exciting brush with Burke, has gonehome with Helen and Webb for dinner In the even ing papers they found an odd item: "Tom Jenkins' burro. 'Two Bits.' responsible for the greatest copper discovery ot recent years, i'eacock Hill is twenty miles from the K. & W. and twenty-eight miles from the fcastern. Negotiations have been made for the construction of a branch line. The Hilt appears to be a solid body of ore and the latest reports in dicate that it is assaying better than W per cent. The strange story of th. stubborn burro and the disgruntled prospector caused a laugn as tlelen read the re, mainder of the news item to her com panions. 1 hen Roy re-read the men. tion of the projected branch line, Webb and he were trying to figure out just what that angle of the news might mean, when Helen recalled having seen Hogan at headauarters: "Don't you remember?" she said, turning to Roy. "I'll bet that's the man that went in to see Desmond this afternoon just as we were leav ing" He was from Conner Citv. said Webb. "I know that because I've seen him there. "So have I." declared Rov. "I'll just telephone Desmond and find out when we are going to begin construe tion." He called Desmond up at the office. only to hnd that he had gone by ap pointment to Rosedale's home. Kosedale, echoed Koy, hanging up the receiver as he turned again to Helen. "Why," he asked slowly, should Desmond have an appoint ment with the vice president of cur enemv. the Eastern?" suppose we walk down toward Rosedale's," suggested Helen. "We may pick up some information- As soon as thev finished dinner the three started for Rosedale's residence. and alter some discussion resolved on reconnoiterinr; the house to learn if possible what was going on. In very few moments Webb discovered that Desmond, Burke and Kosedale were in close conference together within. I hat, dedarcdNioy, "means crooked work." He looked at his companions. What shall we do? Watch them," laughed Helen, "and see what thev do." vigilance was not relaxed for a mo ment while the conspirators inside were planning tneir scheme. J. he watchers saw Rosedale dictating to a secretary wnat proved to be an agree ment between the Eastern railroad and the Peacock Copper company for the construction of a branch to the Hill. When the paper had been run off on the typewriter in duplicate, Rosedale and Desmond read it over and Kosedale signed the original copy, and gave it to Desmond. Des mond in turn handed the contract to Burke with instructions to deliver it in the morning to Hogan. The duplicate copy, Rosedale likewise signed and this he threw into his desk. The plot being now well under way, the conspirators parted. Hardly had they done so when Helen and Roy made their way into the room, found and read ;he signed agreement and knew that their suspicions had been correct. Desmond had fraudulently and treacherously sold out the road that was supplying his bread and but ter. And Rosedale in conniving with him had shown himself hardly better than Desmond himself. Roy and Helen now returned with Webb to his home. But Helen believed she could still circumvent the betrayal of Roy's in terests. She reread the agreement carefully: "We'll fight fire with fire," she declared at length. "And when Hogan gets this contract it will be with Roy Wilson and our road in stead of with Rosedale and the East ern. (END OF ELEVENTH EPISODE. Triune II te Wlfey. "Come lck here!" yelled Mrs. OBrlen. Cain, back here and explain this." "Kxplaln What?" axked Mr n-un i.h a look of Innocence. ' "Explain why you ar a tilllln -t.-- i- your par this wek," demanded Mra. O Brier,. -un, yes, explained Mr. O'Brien, aa he edged toward the door, almost forgot to engine-room Ihl. morning and the ,,, dock,d ma for the time I "is IJ tell you. The bollerexploded when I wax m ins ajr.'vspiucafe Vsraia. The Busy Bees nPPERMOST in the minds of packing away school books U months of vacation, is what So much has been said efficiency that recreation has etaken a secondary place in our plans for the summer. Busy Bees have written about their gardens, which are helping to meet the food conservation problem, and numerous clubs and entertainments have been given by children s clubs for the benefit of the Red Cross hospital supply department. Although these activities must necessarily continue in spite of the fact that our energy and ambition have a tendency to wane these warm, lazy days, we must not iorget mat nil woric and no play makes jacK a null boy. Write us about your vacation parties and the names vou olav. As such a large majority of the Busy Bees write us about birds, you may be in interested in having a Bird Carnival at one of your summer parties. Invitations may be sent out on cards representing different varieties of birds, which may be drawn by artistic hosts or hostesses. Each guest should come dressed as the kind of bird indicated on the invitation. Two of each kind should be sent, one to the girl and one to the boy. When the guests arrive, they should be labeled with the name of the bird, so that they may easily find their mates for refreshments. To make it more realistic, vou might decorate your home with flowers and vines, or, better still, have the party in your garden. A bird guessing game would be most appropriate. Pass around cards to your guests bearing ryhmes about certain birds, and have your friends guess from the verses the type of bird intended. Supply the name you think is suggested and yonr hostess, who holds the "key" to the rhymes will read the correct answers for you to correct later. For example, "A flash of sky on the wing" suggests at once the bluebird, while "Red-brcasted harbinger of spring, we wait to hear you sing," means the robin. If you wish to make a "bird pie" it would furnish considerable merriment for your party. This is made of piecrust and tissue paper and is filled with miniature birds and birds' eggs. When cut, each guest receives some trifling article to take home as a memento of the occasion. Faye Hubbert of the Red side won last week's prize story, Hazel Ryan of the Red and Leila Pierce of the Blue sides received honorable mention. A picture which cannot be printed for lack of space was sent to illustrate Mar guerette Smith's story, "Doing Her Bit." Littl tris (Prize Story.) The Wren House. By Faye Hubbert, Aged 11 Years. atromsburg, Neb. Red bide. This spring I decided to make a bird house with the help of my grand father. I selected several large pieces of suitable wood for it. My tools were small-sized nails, a hammer, square and a saw. first I sawed two pieces of wood 8x10 inches, then nailed them togeth er to eiiiie the roof. Next I sawed two pieces of wood 7x7, sawing them off one inch below the two corners. This was a difficult task and I spoiled three pieces of wood. Then I nailed the point to meet the point of the roof, one at the front and back I had a tomato can which I had cleaned very well and placed on the roof by means of a piece of wood which my grandfather carved in the shape of a U. My bird house was then complete, all but the hole, which my father bored, making it the size of a quarter, or seven-eighths of an inch. In two weeks I painted the wren house a mahogany color, which is redish brown, as I thought the wren would like it. In our front yard are three huge maple trees. I hung my bird house in the middle one on a nigh limb by means of wire. When my grandfather knew this he felt proud of me. (Honorable Mention.) Nests Among the Leaves. By Hazel Ryan, Aged 10 Years, Her man, Neb. Red Side. I have not written a story to the page for a long time. I have written three stories and the last time I re ceived a prize. It was a book and I liked it very much. Its name was "The Fairy Housekeepers." One day my sister was invited to a party and as I had- nothing to do I decided to hunt for birds' nests. There were some plum trees not far from the house and I thought there might be some nests among the leaves. I went to see and found five. Two had eggs in them. One nest had four green eggs in it and was in a little tree. The other had two light blue eggs in it and was on the ground by the side of a weed. I discovered the nest with the blue eggs first. When my sister came home I told her about the nests and she told me if I bothered them the birds would no away. The next morning I went down to wliere the plum trees were. 1 looked into the nests again. In one of the other nests a bird was sitting:. When it saw me it flew away. There were two eggs in tne nest. Une was light bine and the other was white with brown specks on it. I think the one that was white with brown specks was a sparrow egg, but I do not know who the other one belonged to. When 1 went to the nest that had the green eggs in it a gray bird flew off of it. The bird was about as big as a robin and was gray, but I do not know its name. My story is getting long, so I will close. I will answer any letter that the Busy Bees write to me. (Honorable Mention.) A Funny Squirrel. By Leila Pierce, Aged 11 Years. Oak land, la.. Box 48J. Red Side. I used to live in the country where we had a cobhouse which had a large window in it reaching just about up to the ceiling. When the cobhouse was filled vou could get up in it and touch the roof. One time when my sister and I were out doors playing, we saw a squirrel by the edge of the roof with its little tail just above the window. My sister told me not to make any noise. I said I would not She went in the cobhouse and soon I saw her get up in the window. The squirrel's tail was still hanging over the edge of the roof. My sister took a hold of its tail, but it jumped so that she let loose. The squirrel ran along the roof to the other side-ot the cobhouse. My sister got down from the win dow and came out where I was. The squirrel stayed on the other side quite while and then came back to look down at the window to see what it was that touched his tail. All at once it saw mv sister and me. It looked at us a while and then turned around and scampered up a tree by the cob house. This is a true story and is the first time I have ever written. A False Alarm. By Maudie Walrath, Age 12 Years, Atkinson, Web. Red side. I would like to join your club. I am sending you a story to put with your other stories. I have read some of your stories and I like them. . 1 am going to tell you about a day when I was visiting my cousin, Blanche Calhoun, at Van Tassell. Wyo. We were planning to spend a day at the rocks, where we had built cave, vve started about v o clock in the morning and reached them about 9:30. We went to the cave and ate a lunch and then played for a while. We soon became tired of that, so started on a trip to explore the rocks. When we were on the top of one . w,,en wc, er.r. " ,ne P " one bout ten feet high -we thought we saw something coming over the top Busy Bees just now, when they are and slates for three happy, care-free shall thev do to have a (rood time. about disciolinine ourselves for wartime By Littl Flte VALLEY, NEB., BUSY' BEE WITH LITTLE SISTER. Ethel and Katherine Jensen. of the one just opposite. Of course it frightened us and we wanted to get away in a hurry. I think we did. for just as we were wing to step from one rock to another we slipped and fell. It did not hurt us much, because the rocks below caught us. When we reached home my cousin, Fred Calhoun, began tol augh at us and said: "Shame on you for being afraid of your own dog." We afterwards found out he had taken Sport, the dog, up the rocks just to tease us. Pocahontas. By Anna Engle, Aged 12 Years. McClelland, la. Red Side. Pocahontas was a very beautiful Indian girt loved by all the tribe over which her father, Powhatan, ruled. Her home was in Virginia and she was very happy in the sunny wood with the birds and squirrels for her com panions. When Pocahontas was 12 years old and Indian came into the village and told the people a story about a won derful white man who had been cap tured. He had an instrument with which he talked to the stars and told the Indians that the earth was round. They had never heard of such queer things before and thought the white man was going to bring evil upon them. The Indiiii priests and magicians took the prisoner to Powhatan and it was decided that he should be put to death. The white man's hands and feet were bound with chains and he lay stretched out upon the ground The most beautiful sight about Omaha in the month of June is the Rosenfield peony farm on the west DoaSe road, so all aver who have seen -,-- -... the acres of peonies in bloom. Children especially are attracted by Lambs Supplant Lawn Mowers And Add to Nation's Meat Supply mmumijfm.iw iJ.1. .....iihii m m u.s.m 7 Virginia Lee loitg and UtaheriJLottg Hih iAeirlambs The youngest conservationists in the city are Robert J. and Virginia Lee Long, 2611 South Thirty-first street. They are here shown with their lambs. Not only is there a nice garden in the back yard, but the chil dren have these lambs which thrive and fatten on the lawn. Virginia and Robert arc the children of A. E. Long, of the staff of The Omaha Bee. Their daddy says there is grass enough cut by lawn mowers and wasted in Omaha to fatten train loads of sheep during the summer, that sheep are not disagreeable, but on the contrary are excellent pets for Rules for Young Writers 1. Write plainly an one side of the paper only end number the pases. 2. Uxe pen end Ink, not penoU. 8. Short end pointed articles wlU be given preference. Do oot use over 150 words. 4. Original stories or letters only vll be uted. 5. Write yonr name, ese end address et the top of the hrst page. A prlxe book will be given each week for the best contribution. Address all communications to Chil dren's Department, Omaha, Bee, Omaha. Neb. with his head resting on a flat stone. An Indian stood beside him with a heavy iron lifted in the air when Po cahontas rushed out, laid her head on the white man's head and begged her father to spare his life. Her father was touched by her pleading and or dered that the white man be set free. This white man was John Smith, who had sailed from England to Virginia with a company of men and founded Jamestown. Peter Rabbit. By Inez Cross, Aged 7 Years, Tren ton, Ne!b. Blue Side. Once there was an old mamma who had her four little rabbits that lived at the end of a big fig tree. The little rabbits names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton Tail and Peter. One day the old mamma rabbit said, "Now my dears, you may go out and play, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's gar den. Your father had an accident there." Then old Mrs. Rabbit took her basket and her umbrella. They all did what their mamma told them, but Peter, who was very naughty, and went over to Mr. Mc Gregor's garden. First, he ate some lettuce, French beans and radishes. and then feeling rather sick went to look tor some parsley. But he met Mr. McGregor. Springtime. Lora Meier, Aged 14, Herman, By Neb., Route 2. Blue Side. As soon as the sun turns more to the northern world, the snow and ice begins to melt away. Tiny buds ap pear on the trees and begin to swell. Then they burst forth into delicate green leaves and cover all the trees. plants and vines. Birds return from the south and build cosy homes in the blossoming tree tops, l hey also sing many beau tiful songs which are enjoyed by all people. I my grasses appear from the bare earth and make a delicate green car pet for it. boon comes balmy May, with its Children Delight to Visit the Peony Farm the riot of pink and white and rose colored flowers. "They seem to love the blossoms even more than grownups." said one of the attendants. "They play among the peonies until they almost get lost in the masses of flower," Their Own Page the children. He bought young lambs, and is confident, they will weigh three times as much by No vember as they weighed when the kiddies got them. Then they will go to the packing house, the children s bank accounts will be swelled, and nrxt year another pair will be pro vided. The latui mower at this home will not conif out for duty this summer. but the nation's meat supply will be increased by some eighty pounds, for these lambs were snatched trom the very jaws of the packer's ax, when thev were too small to make even a good Sunday dinner. , beautiful plants and sweet-scented flowers, which have proved to be so nice that on May 30 we have Me morial, or Decoration day, the day on which we decorate and visit the graves of our beloved dead. This is the first time I have written to you. I would like to have some of you to write to me soon. Living on the Farm. Edith Pearce, Aged 12 Years. Wash ington, Neb. Red Side. I live on a farm about two and one-half miles from a town. We have a very large house with twelve rooms and a basement. We have a lot of corn this spring, a large orchard and garden. I hoe the garden for my mother. We had a lot of chickens but the pigs ate some of them. There is a creek close to our house and my sisters and I often fish and swim in it. I had another sister but she died so now have only three sisters. My little sister who died was only four days old. Her name was June. This is the first time I have written. Little Fishermen. By Sawyer Abbott, Aged 9, Genoa, Neb. Blue Side. Today some boys and I went on a fishing trip. We went up the Beaver creek to Umbarger's pond. I baited my line, threw it into the water, ano) after a while got a snag. Then John Spear caught a snag, and I was about to say that I had another when I pulled up a sunlisli. Allan Alfreds and John went to town to get something to eat. They brought back crackers and wienies. I never ate such a good lunch. We got home at supper time. I hope I can go on a nsning trip tomorrow alter noon. New Busy Bee Writes. By Josephine Bougger, Age 10 Years, David City, Neb. Blue Side. ' This is the first time I have writ ten to the Busy Bees' page. Five of us children go to school. I like my teacher and am in the third grade at school. We had a picnic dinner and a program at our school May 24. 1 live on a tarm and have only a little ways to go to school. The Balloon. By Mabel Kennez, Aged 12 Years, Yutan, Neb. Red Side. This is the second time I have written to the Busy Bee page and this time I will tell you about the balloon. The 1st of June at 9 o'clock in the morning our neighbor's children were Between fifty and 100 children are found there every Sunday. Peonies are given to the little ones. The Bee photographer snapped this group of children last week when the i peony ncia was in inc ncigiu oi us beauty. $kikdtuook Stx Years Old Tomorrow (June 18) I Name. school. Bovee, Ruth Clifton Hill Christensen, Marion Blanche. .Cass Dohse, Richard E..Edw. Rosewater Dunn, Marrin D Columbian Goldwarc, Esther Saratoga Lea, Floyd Ernest Castelat Logan, Byron S..Edw. Rosewater Springborg, George... H. Kennedy Woodbury, Howard T. .. .Saratoga Seven Years Old Tomorrow: Cenk, Lillian Jungmann Davis, Dorothy Lucile Park Dolan. Harold Francis. .. .Central I win. May I.enora Saunde rs Morrissey, William. .Sacred Heart Schoessler, Dorothy F. . . .Castelar Terry, Dorothy Holy Family Wallen, Wilbur L Clifton lliil Windberg, Edith Vinton Eight Years Old Tomorrow: Baber. Mary Alice. . .Sacred Heart Garrett, John Burgess. .. .Farnam Hrdlicka, George Bancroft Kurzava, Leona St. Agnes McMahon, Vivian M..Holy AngcU Ray, Garnett Druid Hill Swoboda, Irma Comenius Nine Years Old Tomorrow: Reck, Willie Central Clark, Evelyn Bcals Forjistrom, Carl T Walnut Hill Howland, John Bcals Kozak, Frank Bancroft Paletta, Emolia Mason Shcneficld, Trent So. Franklin playing by the roadside when they saw a balloon. They came down to tell us. When we first saw it, it was like a little round ball, but when it came closer it was a big balloon. It came right over our house and frightened me a little. I hope there were more children that saw this bal loon. Do Your Bit, Says Busy Bee. By Marguerite Smith. Aged 11 Years, Pilger, Neb. Red Side. Busy Bees, you who are so carefree and who are not "doinij your bit" to save the United States, would you enjoy being like the children of France? They are homeless, father, less and starving! Think of the chil dren of Belgium, scantily clad, starv ing on the meager rations! And most of this is caused by lack of pre paredness. Plant gardens and do something for Uncle Sam. I like the Busy Bee page and read it every Monday. I hope my story will be printed. A Lesson in Obedience. Martin Lane, Aged 10 Years', By Genoa, Neb. Blue Side. Once there was a little girl who would not mind her mother and fa ther. One day her mother told her to get the cows. Instead of getting them she went to play. When she came in at night her mother and father were in bed. so she got into bed with out telling them. The next day her mother shut her in a clothes closet and went to the neighbors. When her mother returned she let her out. She always minded her mother and father after that. Likes Prize Book. Wilma Tipal, Aged 11 Years, By Ihurston, Neb. Red Side. I received my prize book and wish to thank j'ou for it. The name of it s Isabel Larleton s l ear. I received it before my story was in print. Our school was out May 11 and we had a picnic. A Loyal Reader. Alice Gebhart, Aged 11 Years. Route 5, Logan, la. Red Side. I read your page every Monday and like it very much. This is the first timo I have written and I hope to sec my letter in print. I live on a large stock farm. A Happy Vacation. By Fern Peterson, Kearney, Neb., R. F. D. No. 6. Red Side. Vacation time has come at last and now all the school days are past. Our school closed May 25. Oh, how it did rain that day! We could not have a picnic, so had to go right home as soon as we were given our cards. I think this time of the year is fine for picnics and for playing on bright and sunny days,' yes, and to work in the garden, too. I planted peas and how they grew when we had all that rain. Now have lots of fun, dear little friend, Bor vacation time will come to an end; So play and swing and dance and run, And have all you can of play and fun. For as I tell you vacation time will end. And you your mother to school will send. I hope all the Busy Bees will have a very happy vacation. Brilliancy of the Midnight OH. Some recent examination papers In an English school produced the following: "James I claimed the throne of England through his grandmother, as he had no fa ther." "The first English poet whs Adam Bede." "After twte committing suicide, Cowper lived till lftOR, when he died natural death." "The Imperfect tense Is used tn French to express a future action In past time which does not take place at all. "Alkaloids are pills to make the hair grow." "People are vaccinated by being Inartlcu latei w ith lint." "The circulation of the blood was Invented by Martin Harvey." "A problem Is a figure which -you do things with which are assured, and then you prcve It." "John Bull Is ths patron saint of Eng land." "The minister of wsr is the clergyman who preaches to the soldiers In the bar racks." London Answers. Alike in Several Ways. She had kept him wsltlng In the psls moonlight for three-quarters of an hour, and if his feet were frozen hts temper hsd reached the boiling point. Ha walked aong beslr her In frigid snence. "Do yon see the north star?" she asked. He grunted. "It reminds me of you," she said, "so eo!4 and distant." "See this rose?" he seked. "It remlrrds me of you; It's so perfectly formed and bean- tlful." The girl thawed a little and smtlsd trem ulously. "It's shade Is the color of your rhe-ks when you blush," went on the young msn. onietir. And yet in another ay It resent' -How?" she whispered,. Terr tenderly. "It's artificial." New fork Globe. 1