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Fiwu Novels of Mabel Herbert Urser.)
By JOSEPH DUNN.
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The Wile Manr Kannslr
The Wtmu Atone" Margaret Warner
' CHAPTER VIL
" "Th Veiled Men.ce."
The open window now framed only
the black emptiness of the lawn. Yet
the ahattered vase waa evidence that
the veiled figure had not been an ap
parition. With a gritted oath, Kennedy, free
ing himself from Mary'a hold, leaped
through the low French casement.
The lawn and afreet were deserted
the stillness unbroken save for the
purr of i receding motor.
Baffled, he turned back into the li
brary, where the broken vase and wall
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KENNEDY'S JEALOUSY FLARES UP AT THE SIGHT OF NOR
WOOD'S INTEREST IN MARGARET.
embedded bullet were still proof of
the assailant's intention.
"Oh, dear, I'm, afraid for you,"
quivered Mary. "You've made some
bitter enemies I Couldn't you have
detective guard the house at least
for few days?" 1
"A detective?" scoffed Kennedy.
"You're just unstrung. The woman
was crazy, I tell you. No woman
hat any cause to injure me."
In the excitement even Mary had
forgotten her new gown. But at the
belated dinner she faced herself in
the sideboard mirror.
Wat Kennedy too absorbed to no
tice? His glance was carelessly un
seeing and her pride kept her from
directing his attention". They were
leaving tha table when a fold of the
filmy gown caught on her chair.
"I'm afraid it's torn," a he stooped
to release it.
"It doesn't matter," bitterly. "My
clothes are of no consequence. You
never notice what I wear,"
With puzzled contrition he looked
after her, at with a hysterical laugh
that suggested teara she rushed from
the room and up the stairs.
Tearing off the gown as if its very
touch waa hateful, Mary bowed her
head on her silver-strewn toilet table
in despairing hope lest sobbing.
Th incentive of a series in Stan
ford's magazine spurred Margaret to
her greatest industry. She wss busily
tewriting a first rough copy when
there came an interrupting ring of the
door belt
It was a box of long-stemmed
roses with Norwood's card. The ad
miration of the editor of Standford's
magazine was not unpleasing, but her
consuming love for Kennedy made her.
shrink from other attentions.
Her 'mind still distracted, she was
striving vainly to again concentrate
on her work when Kennedy himself
waa announced.
Instantly his keen glance appraised
the flowers.
"If it necessary for an editor to
tend his contributors $10-a-dozen
roses?" with scathing sarcasm.
Flamingly resentful Mirgaret drew
back. , V .
"I'm sorry, Margaret But it's hard
to see other men pay you attention,
men who are free and have everything
to give, while I I aw bound. What
ever our friendship may mean we
must always think of her.
. "I know," admitted Margaret gent
ly. "And I want to help you shield
her. Above everything else our hap
piness must never mean her unhap
piness." Then startled, "What was
that?"
"I heard nothing," 'he reassured
her. "You're nervous, dear."
Unconvinced, Margaret ran to the
door but the hall was empty. Had
ahe looked beyond the turn, where
the atairway wuond around the ele
vator, she would have seen the cause
of her disquietude.
There shrinking back against the
wall stood Mary Kennedy her lips
colorless and her gloved nands
" clenched.
To call on Miss Warner after her
heroism of the house boat fire, had
seemed to Mary a necessary courtesy.
Expecting a cheap boarding house,
she had been surorised at the oreten-
tiousness of the building. A new ele-
vaior ooy unusea 10 nis amies, naa
tajien her up unannounced.
At Margaret's door, at in the semi
darkness of the hall she fumbled for
the bell, she had heard the murmur
of voices. For an age-long accond
she stood petrified. That low deep
note it was Horace I 1
Dizzily she groped her way back
to the elevator. Everything was clear
now. Proof after proof swept piti
lessly through her brain. How blind
how credulously blind she had
been I
She reached home with but one
thought beating clearly through the
chaos. They must not know that she
knew) If there was atill chance of
regaining her husband, it would not
be through recriminations.
Not until the next day did Marys
tortured mind finally evolve a plan
of action a desperate plan. The first
step was a written invitation to Miss
Warner toa dinner dance week
from Thursday. ......
For Margaret the next few days
were filled with dread. Kennedy had
induced her to accept the invitation
-utine that their well acted indiff-
i wimnion - t
erence at the dinner would help divert
future suspicion.
It was with afhrobbing excitement
that amounted almost to fear that
Margaret the night of the dinner
stepped from the cab as it drew up
before Kennedy a residence.
Ushered upstairs to lay off her
wraps, she lingered in the dressing
room as long as she dared. Then
iummoning her courage, with slow re
luctance she descended the broad
stairway to the drawing room.
For a moment she stood awkwardly
in the doorway, then her heart leaped
relievingly as she saw Norwood com
ing towards her. She was glad of
his protecting pre jt nee, In the ordeal
of meeting Mary.
Then Kennedy approached, greeting
her with exactly the right shade of im
personal cordiality. Although Mar
garet had schooled herself for, this
moment, the self-conscious color
tinned her face.
Norwood took her into dinner. In
spite of her nervousness, his uncon
cealed admiration helped put her at
ease, Later, when the dancing be
(tan, he appropriated the first three
numbers.
"You dance as I thought you
would," when finally he led her out to
the restful dimness of the veranda.
"I've danced very little, wistfully.
"There have been very few parties in
mv work-a-dav life."
"It needn't be a work-a-day life any
longer," with startling directness. "As
Mrs. Norwood, there would be no
need for any work you did not choose
to do, he finished, dispelling tier
first scorching thought.
With averted eyes she stripped the
leaves from a flower at her waist.
What could she say to this man who
had paid her the highest tribute in
his Dower?
From the library Mary seeing Nor
woods engrossment in Margaret, was
inriuea wiin bwiic ciautm aiiib
was part of her plan.
"Oh, Mrs. Kennedy I" Nora, pale and
agitated, had made her way through
the guests to Jier mistress. "Come
quick upstairs!"
Alarmed, Mary followed her
through the hall and up the stairs.
Leadine her to the dressing table
excitedly Nora pointed to the mirror.
Across tne pousnea glass was wru-
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NDEPENDENCE DAY, or the Fourth of July, which all loyal Americans
observe in every state of the union Wednesday of this weetc, is distinct
ively an American holiday, and the event which it celebrates is by far the
most importsnt in the history of our country.
This eventful day is anticipated by American boys and girls secondary
only to Christmas. , ,
For more than a century the day has been heralded with the boom of
cannon, the crackling of torpedoes, and has been generally considered a day
of joyous confusion. Recently the attitude of patriotic citizens has undergone
a revolution as to the appropriate manner of celebrating the sacred birth of
our national existence. It is thought that the celebration of American liberty
should be of a constructive rather than destructive nature.
This year, when the cry of the world is '"conservation and elimi
nation of waste," true citizenship and beautiful patriotism, rather than mean
ingless noise and hospitals filled with dying or wounded boys and girls, should
be the spirit of the day.
President Wilson has asked that we conserve powder this year for the
war by decreasing fireworks. For this reason they will be forbidden in the
celebration at the Omaha playgrounds, and folk dancing, playlets, a flag
parade, music, patriotic pageants and contests will feature the programs.
The United States is said to be the only country with a known birthday.
Do you love the old Liberty Bell story? One hundred and forty years
ago Wednesday, when the representatives of the thirteen colonies met in
the state house in Philadelphia to take action on the Declaration of Independ
ence, the boy sentinel waited expectantly for hours for the news. Finally
when it came, he flew into the street and cried up to the old bell ringer,
"Ring! Ringl Ring!" The Liberty Bell clanged forth its notes of freedom
with all its force. This has been called the most dramatic incident in our
history.
What are our little readers planning to do the glorious Fourth? Do
write us about the different ways you observed the day. You who are lucky
enough to be going on a vacation trip must not forget us "stay-at-homes,"
for we are anxiously waiting your letters in the hope of sharing your happy
experiences. ,
One ltttle reader asked about the Busy Bee badges. We do not have
badges, but give a prize book each week for the best story. Each is asked
to join either the Red or Blue side when he writes to the page.
Will the little writers please be more careful about stating their age? A
letter was received with no name attached. Please follow the rules closely.
Vioa Bell of Fort Crook, Neb., of the Blue side won the prize book last
week and Dorothy Mary Jordan and Hazel Monson, both of the Red side,
won honorable mention.
Little 0
tris By Little Folks
Prize Story.
By Viola Bell, Age 9 Years, Fort
Crook, Neb. Blue Side.
"Oh, mumsey, it's so hot today,
and I can't find anything to do,"
sighed little Zaidee, throwing her
book down and going over to her
mother, who was busily embroider
ing. "Well. dear, let me think," and
she folded her work carefully, laying
it on the little table by her side.
After a few minutes she said: "Get
your sewing set and phone the Ar
nold twins to come over, while I am
getting some material for dresses for
dolly, Beth."'
Beth was a large wax idol!, which
was bought in Paris by Zaidee'a
father a few weeks before. Zaidee
had not yet had time to complete
Beth's wardrobe.
She scampered into the house, got
her sewing set and doll, called up the
twins, and then went into- the cool
rose arbor. There she sat down, ar
ranging her sewing set neatly on the
little table before her.
Meanwhile her mother was in the
house making a cool drink. She took
this out to the arbor, gave a glass
of it to Zaidee, drank one herself and
then hurried into the house, looking
for bits of silk and other material.
When she came back to the arbor,
again the twins were there already
talking happily.
Zaidee's mother showed them how
to make dainty dresses, bonnets and
aprons and then left them alone.
Zaidee never wanted for something
to do after this.
(Honorable Mention.)
Wartime Don'ts.
By Dorothy Mary Jordan, Age 11
. Years, Omaha, Neb. '
I Red Side.
Dear children, do you know how
to help in this wax? If you do not
I will -tell you. Some children like
tea, rice and other things. This is
one thing they should not do: Do
not use too much sugar. Some chil
dren use more than is needed and
that is not right. They should put
on enough 40 sweeten the food and
that is all.
I will tell you how to save flour.
Do not take flour to make paste.
When yoU play house, don't slip in
and get your mother's flour to make
cakes and pies, for after a whjle you
will need it.
When you tit down to breakfast,
dinner or supper, do not ask for more
than you can eat, for it will be thrown
out and that is a very great waste.
Learn while you are young and it
will not go hard with you when you
are older.
ten in sprawling, crudely chalked
letters:
"Your husband ruined my life. I'll
not let him ruin yours.
"The Veiled Woman."
(To Be Continued.)
(Copyright, 1917, by Mabel Herbert
Urner.)
Juvenile Italian
last Sunday during the Italian Red
Cross bazar and it will offer a pro
gram next Wednesday in connection
with the Fourth of July celebration
at Fontenelle park, '
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h Writ plainly oa one side of lb
paper onl and number the pages,
S. Cm pen and Ink, not pencil.
t. Snort and pointed article! will be
given preference. Do not ate over 200
words.
4. Original stories or letters only will
1m need.
B. Write roar name, ate and address
at the top of the first page.
A pejie book will be given each week
for the beet oontrlbotlon.
AddreM nil eommunlratlone to Chil
dren's Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha,
Neb.
(Honorable Mention.)
Busy Beet Churn.
By Hazel Monson, Craig, Neb., Route
No. 2. Red Side.
I have not written to the Busy Bee
page for some time and I am going
to tell you about our churn.
One time mamma was going to
churn. We said we would do it for
her and she said alright. She went
out to help with the chores and we
started to churn. My sister and I had
lots of fun. We put our feet on the
churn and took turn about. All at
once the churn turned taver and all
the cream spilled on the floor.
We children got a spoon and pan
and began to scrape the cream up.
In about a minute or two mamma and
papa came in and they did not scold,
as we thought the would. Thev
only laughed at us. It took all night
to clean it up. We never did it
again.
My letter is getting long so will
close for this time. I hope to see
my letter in print.
Busy Bee Cleans House.
By Eunice Stanley, Aged 12 Years,
Fullerton, Neb. Blue Side.
When house cleaning time comes
you first move all the furniture out
and then sweep the floors. Then you
mop the floor. Do not wring your
mop the first time, but mop a space
and then wryig your mop out. When
you are through, you have nice, clean
floors. Set your furniture in place
again.
Elmer Finds Contentment.
By Mary Jane Green, Aged 8 Years,
Ewing, Neb. Red Side.
"I just wish I could be let alone
for a while," said Elmer Green. "I
am tired and I don't want to do any
thing for anybody."
What should he do? He wanted to
be amused and did not know how to
amuse himself. Presently he came
into the room where, his mother was
and stood around, hoping she would
ask him to do something for her, but
she did not. She had a great deal to
do and needed help, but would not
ask Elmer to help her.
It made him feel that he was of no
use to anyone. v
"Mother," he said at last, "what
can I do for you?"
"Please yourself," was the quick
reply.
This was what Elmer had been try
ing to do, but with little success. He
Band is Ready for the Fourth
The names of those appearing in
the picture,- left to right, beginning
with the back row, are Tony Molone,
Joe Garro, John Rotolo, Antonio Ali
cato, M. Battaglia, Fred Cuva, L,
Franco, Sam Cantone; fourth row,
'Here's That Mr Fourth Hat!
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It s made of paper in
Bee's way of giving the youngsters safe and sane
joy. We're distributing them af cost at all our offices.
To Get a Fourth-of-July Hat
MAIN Office, Bee Building
3 Ames Office 4110 North 24th
. Lake Office 2516 North 24th
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Council Bluffs .14 North Main
Present
This
Coupon
and
hung his head and was as cross as a
bear and sat in a corner. His mother
took up the pail to go out to the well.
Elmer seized it out of her hand and
drew the water. He began to feel
better. Then he looked around to see
what else he could do.
He did nor wait to be asked after
that. The more he did the more he felt
like doing.
I like to read the Busy Bee page.
I hope to see my letter in print.
Our Fishing Excursion.
By Margueritte Smith, Aged 11 Years,
Pilger, Neb. Blue Side.
One day mother said, "Tomorrow
we are going fishing on the lake." So
we called up my aunt and asked her
to go. She roasted a chicken and
so did mother and prepared other
good eatables.
We were up early in the morning
ready to have a good time. We
packed our lunch and started. We
arrived about 10:30.
We fished until 1:30, then stopped
and prepared the dinner. Oh, such
a dinner as that wasl Roast chicken,
salad dressing, oranges, fresh vege
tables, fish and so many thing I
could not name them all. v
At 2 o'clock we drove over to my
cousin's home, there we made ice
cream and had a good time.
At last we went home and. were all
tired, but -happy.
The School Picnic
By Fay Bernice Ury, Aged 13 Years,
Chapman, Neb. Red Side.
Friday was the day we were to have
our school picnic. We had been pre
paring for it the day before, making
cakes, pies, sandwiches and other
good things which make up a picnic.
We met at the school house at 9
o'clock and waited there until 10 for
some of the pupils who were late.
Two of my chums and I rdde in a
spring wagon which carried the food.
J. Cibiltem, Tony Rieceri, Sam Sar
tino, F. Ferraro, J. Caruso. F. Gibil
iaco, F. Pino, S. Cimino; third row,
T. Cangelosi, F. Monaco, S. Monaco,
Mariana Iaia, S. Commendatore, Sam
Cimino, J. Salerno, S. Dimartiuo, S.
How It Will Brighten Up
the Kiddies' Parade!
patriotic colors and is The
We sang and joked on the way down
and reached the place first. Going in
there was a steep hill, so we girls
got out while the boys drove down
it. As soon as we reached there we
went down to look at the river and
to water the horses. The water was
warm, to after dinner we went
wading. Then we girls took a tramp
through the grove to find violets.
About 4 o'clock we started for home.
Everyone declared they had had a
good time.
Bird House Contest.
By Grace Stevens, Aged 9 Years
Route 2, Polk, Neb. Red Side.
This spring our school made bird
houses for the) birds.
The teachers were going to give
prizes to the ones who made the
prettiest houses.
, Frank Young got the first prize. I
do not know who got the other prizes.
They put houses up in the park-. 1
They put the houses up in the park. I
only knew about it the day the teach
ers were groins? to give the prizes.
Our school closed May 25. My
teacher's name was Miss Draper., She
was married at Columbus, Neb.,
May 30.
I am a new Busy Bee.
The Red Cross.
By Helen-Crabb, Aged 10 Years, 4016
INortn l nirty-iounn1 avenue,
Omaha, Neb. Red Side.
The Red Cross society executes the
teaching of our Lord during the war.
The Red Cross will help even the
enemies when they are lying
wounded or dying on the battlefield.
This society is for the purpose of
eliminating' suffering. You know a
wounded soldier cannot fight any
more, and it is not right that he
should suffer after he is out of the
battle. After a battle the Red Cross
workers pick up the wounded ene-
Salerno, S. Battaglia: second row, S.
Piccolo, Joe Distefano. S, Pomedoro,
L. Milone, J. Salanitro, L. Vignerl;
front row, J. Montalbane. C Laroso,
P. Consentino, Joe St. Lucas, man
ager; .1. Emanuele, T.'Sofaio,
QidhdjayQook
Six Yeart Old Tomorrow (July )'
Name. SchooL
Campinya, Grace Tram
Clay, Marjorie E Miller Park
Cutler, Nathan ;..Kellom
Ernst, Gertrude Franklin
Kresl, Frank... Edward Rosewater
Levinson, Harry Kellom
Levinson, Eddie Kellom
McNeill, Lois Violet.. So. Lincoln
Murphy, Paul Ernest Saratoga
Perce, Joseph Castelar
Perrone, Lena St. Philomena
Russell, Kenneth R Columbian
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Boyce, Ruby Lothrop
Caselin, James Lake
Dick, Louie Columbian
DiJiacomo, Nettie Train
Hodges, John Dorr Windsor
McCann, Alfred Brown Park
Peterson, Evelyn E Saratoga
Tuko, Annie Pacific -
Vileck, Margaret St. Bridget't
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Bass, Louis .Farnam
Coffey, Helen J Holy Angels
Kronholm, June Castelar
Marrow, Willard Saunders
Moulton, Edward H. Kennedy
., Van Eaton, Milo Central
Wille, Louis St. Patrick
Nine Yeart Old Tomorrow:
Bellen, Zelda Saratoga
Brightwell, Orland Saratoga
Emigh, John Donald... So. Lincoln
Hyde, Marie Central
Leonard, Mildred West Side
Nelson, Freddie Farnam
Road, Laura K Franklin
mies and friends, dress their wounds
and carry them out of danger.
No army will shoot at a lied Cross
ambulance if they know what it is. -
Just think how much good they
do!
Many thanks for the prize book, it
is a grand story.
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Coney Island (Continued).
1634 Victor Avenue, Omaha, Neb.
We started going up slowly. We
could see the great city far below.
When we got to the top the cars
stopped a minute. Then, whiz, down
we went, around a curve, and then
on again. We kept going up steep
hills, around curves, up, down, over
and across. We flew like birds. I
grew frightened when we darted so
fast around a curve.
After a twenty-minute ride we started
to go slow again down a hill. Fi
nally we came to a standstill. A man
helped u out of the icar.
We then got in a little basket, like
a box in a theater, with seats ali
around. We climbed in and soon it
started. We went a little ways, when,
jerk I we struck a peg and bounded in
an opposite direction. Then we
struck another peg and went another
way. I was glad when we got off of
this. I was glad when I got home
that night, for I was awful sleepy.
I have something more to tell you.
Thank you for your prize book. It
is a very nice one.
The Pet Squirrel.
By Whilamet Gibson, Aged 12 Years,
South Side, Omaha, Neb., Route
. 3, Box 73. Red Side.
Last summer a squirrel came up
on our porch. I was just going out
to feed the chickens when the squir
rel saw me and scampered away.
When the chickens were fed I saw
the squirrel again and got some
crumbs for it. When I went in the
house he ate them.
The next day the squirrel came
again and I gave it some more crumbs.
He kept on coming until finally he
became quite a pet. One day the
cat frightened it away. I had just
got the cat and it was the first time
it was let out. I did not see the
squirrel any more. I think he had
been somebody's else pet before he
came here, because he was so tame.
We Weed Onions.
By Inez Dodaon, Aged 10 Years,
Stratton, Neb. Red Side.
This is the first time I have written
to the Busy Bees. I will tell you how
I weed o. 'ins.
One morning we started weeding
onions, my sister, brother and I.
'Papa helped and gave us 5 cents a
rowWe played the weeds were Ger
mans and the onions Americans be
cause the latter were strong.
Papa had the wheel hoe, which was
the cannon. We children had weeders.
Papa drove them in the trenches and
we kept them there. That was the
last of the onions.
I read the Busy Bee page every
week. I think it is very interesting.
The Baby Orioles.
By Grace Stevens, Aged 9 Years.
Polk, Neb. Route 2. Red Side.
Out in our trees by my playhouse,
I saw a bird making a nest. I watched
it every day till one day it had four
eggs in it. 1 hen I did not watch it
for a long time.
One day I thought I would look
and see if the eggs had hatched. I
looked and found four little birds.
The name of the birds was oriole. The
birds are quite large now.
Miss May Rhode is my teacher at
school next year.
I would like to have some of the
Busy Bees write to me.
Busy Bee Money Maker.
By Muriel McNeff. Aged 11 Years,
Smithwick, Neb. Red Side.
A am going to tell yon how I got
my first pig. I raised ducks last year
and bought a aixty-pound pig, then
sold my pic when it weighed 175
pounds and bought two others. I am
going to tell them and buy 1 piano
some day.
I wish some of the Busy Bees would
write to me. I wilt be very glad to
answer their letters.
Never Misses Busy Bee Page.
By Lois Black, Aged 10 Years, Au
burn. Neb. Red Side.
This is the first time I have written
to the Busy Bees. I don't expect to
win the prise this time, but hope
to win it soon in other ttoriet I shall
write.
I love the Busy & pig anf "ti
it every Sunday.
I hope to tee this in print Sunday
,whsa I read my Busy Be pagt.
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