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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE; JULY 8. 1917.
The Railroad Raiders
Copyright,
By FRANK H.
THE
Adopted from the Western Picture Version Produced by Signal Film
Corporation and Featuring Helen Holmes. ,
FOURTEENTH EPISODE.
Making their way undetected across
the roofs, the Raiders secreted them
selves behind trees near Desmond's
home and the police captain returned
with Helen to the station.
A group of eastern security holders,
disgusted with the Mountain Springs
situation, arrived that day on a spe
cial. Roy and Webb met them and
Desmond came over to headquarters
to learn what he could. His recep
tion was, a chilly one. Lorimer, who
headed the eastern visitors, openly
upbraided him: "You are responsible
for all the trouble the Kay has been
having." Nor would the angry east
erner listen to any defense, and he
finally ordered Roy to order Desmond
off the right-of-way.
. Turning then to the yardmaster,
Lorimer told him the special car
would leave on No. 20. Desmond
overheard this, and he was already
in an ugly humor. Going home, he
heard the Raiders calling from the
frees and, leaving his machine, he
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HELEN AND WEBB NOTE THECAPTURE OF THE DESPERA-
DOES
Joined them: "I want to handle No.
20 this afternoon at' Pico's," he said
to Marshall. "Pick up two men at
Bullock's and go to Bullock's shack
near Pico."
Desmond then dispatched his driver
for a second machine and directed
his gang to wait in the shrubbery.
At headquarters, Helen, after a
change of clothing, joined Webb and
Roy, who bad explained, satisfactor
ily, to the stockholders about the
Raiders. Roy handed Helen Bulletin
321.
Until further notice, semaphores will be
Ateregarded. Train approaching station will
be governed by hand stgnala.
GENERAL SUPERINTENDENT.
Helen put the notice in her pocket
and went to lunch.
At Desmond's, Marshall, leaving in
the second machine with a driver,
started for Bullock's; Desmond,
Burke' and Masters drove off in the
other machine. Shortly afterward
Helen, detained in a street car at a
crossing, saw the Desmond machine
waiting beside her for the crossing
gates to life, and at-once recognized
the occupants. Slipping quickly off
the street car, she hid herself, unob
served, in the tire on the back of
Desmond's machine. . . .
Marshall having found Bullock, the
two left his shack and started for the
Raiders' headquarters. At a fork in
the road,' however, Marshall caught
sight of Desmond's car, not far ahead,
with Helen riding securely at . the
back in the tire. He spurted for
ward. Helen saw him coming, and to
escape, dropped off; but she was too
late. Marshall's driver ran alongside
and Marshall, standing on the run
ning board, caught her up as he swept
past, and dragged her into his ma
chine. Attracting Desmond's atten
tion, be explained. "Good," cried 4
Desmond. "Bring her along. , .
Reaching the quarters. Masters was
for throttling Helen. "She got me
once," he muttered, "but she won't do
it again."
"Just what do you mean, Masters?"
demanded Desmond. Masters only
crinnea and intimated with his hands
what he meant to do to his prisoner. "I
"Nothing doing," declared Desmond
curtly. "I said no once, and that
goes?'
Even then Masters made a spring
for her. Desmond jumped between
Helen 'and his angry gangster, threw
Helen into a sort of a closet, slammed
the door and locked it, pocketing the
key.. Masters started tor him, and
Desmond, snatching a club, stood at
bay. But once more he proved him
self master: "She stays in there," said
he, pointing, '.'"until the job on No.
20 is done." The gang, to console
themselves, turned to the contents of
Helen's pockets, which they had
rifled. They found Bulletin 321.
Burke made a face. "That spills the
beans," he observed.
For a moment Desmond feared so,
too. But he was not to be balked.
''Marshall" he asked, "can you fire
an engine?"
"I can," was the answer.
"Get a pair of overalls," directed
Desmond, and when' Marshall re
turned with a rig Desmond gave or
ders to Burke: "You look after No.
20s engineer. Marshall will play
fireman."
With the words he took up a small
bottle containing a drug and handing
it to Burketold him what he wanted,
to Bullock he only said: "Have the
rest of the gang at Pico trestle to get
Marshall when No. 20 passes."
They left the room, with Helen still
a prisoner. She had heard all, but
was helpless. Desmond, Burke and
Marshall drove away in one machine.
While the others returned to the
hack.
When Desmond reached Mountain
Springs the special was being made
Hp, Marshall reconnoitering the. en
gine, found the fireman oiling. He at
tacked him from behind and the next
pjoment was rolling him unconscious
ver aa embankment Returning to
1917.
SPEARMAN
TRAP
the engine, he went to work in the
fireman's place.
Desmond and Burke, rounding a
corner, were watching the engineer.
"That's old Jake," muttered Desmond.
lie can t run a mile without coffee
and pie."
It was, in truth, not long before
Take did head for the lunch room.
Burke following him, fell to talking
with him and when Jake ordered cof
fee, Burke did likewise. Then, empty
ing part of the small bottle into his
own coffee, he asked Jake to pass the
sugar. As the engineer turned to
reach it, Burke switched cups and
Jake, drinking the drugged beverage,
began before long to show its ef
fects. , Meanwhile Roy left the stockhold
ers at their car and started along the
train. "Don't forget Bulletin 321," he
cautioned the conductor. The latter
tapped his pocket. "I've got it right
here." Walking on, the two reached
the drugged .engineer, now half stag
gering. Roy was suspicious. "But
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Jake never took a drink in his life,"
declared the conductor. Something,
however, was evidently wrong and to
?;et out on time, Roy resolved to take
ake's place himself. "Wire for re
ief to meet the train at Fielding,' was
all he said as he climbed into the en
gine. The Raiders had meant to get the
drugged engineer started in the cab
so Marshall could run the train. See
ing Roy, Marshall was at a loss for a
moment. Then he picked up the fire
man's goggles, put them on, and de
termined to bluff the situation
through. t
At the Raiders' headquarters a light
was flashed on the table. One of the
men noticed it. It was their telegraph
system, tapped in on the Kay'i wires.
One. of them read aloud and Helen
heard: "No. 20 is on time. We'd bet
ter get down to the trestle."
When they left, Helen tried to
break out. She failed. But sweater
hung on the wall. From this she1 un
raveled a cord and, climbing up the
door, threw the cord through k'the
transom, trying to reach the tele
graph key, She, finally took a weight,
tied this to. the string and succeeded
in catching the key. By pulling care
fully she could spell out words. The
dispatcher heard her calling and took
her message.
Crooked fireman en No. it. The Raiders
will lend Not. It and 10 together at Pico
treetle. Stop 11.
The dispatcher, stunned, called
Pico; it was too' late to reach No. 19.
Helen again tried to break out. In
the pocket of a coat on the wall she
found matches, started a fire and,
wrapping the coat over her head,
crouched on the farther side of the
closet till .the door should weaken
enough for her to break through.
Watching her chance, she ran out
through the flames, and up the track
she aw the two trains approaching.
On a passing track stood a box car.
Running to this, she released the
brake and it started down hill parallel
to No. 20, and, climbing to the top,
waited for the train to overtake her.
Nearing the . trestle, Marshall
stripped off his goggles and Roy
recognized him. Helen .came op
posite the cab just as the two men
grappled. Marshall struck Roy down
as Helen, with a leap, landed in the
cab. ,
But Marshall, picked Roy up, threw
him bodily through the gangway and
as the engine was crossing the creek
Roy plunged headlong into the water.
The ruffian turned back. Helen,
catching up an iron bar, struck him
heavily across the head. As he
dropped she shut off the throttle and
threw on the emergency air. Then,
swinging to the side of the cab, she
leaped over the trestle into the creek.
Roy almost dead, felt an encircling
arm and Helen started to swim with
him for shore.
In . spite of everything, the two
trains came together. So much had
their speed been checked that no lives
were lost, but the engines were badly
smashed and the crews, rushing out,
saw the Raiders at the edge of the
water. They started after them, fir
ing as they ran on. The Raiders took
to their heels, returning the gunfire
over their shoulders while they re
treated. Helen, reaching shore and
dropping to the ground, held Roy out
of range. Two of the Raiders,
wounded, were caught, but. the oth
ers got away. The railroad men hur
ried toward Roy and Helen. She had
prevented a fatal wreck and saved
Roy's life, but most of all she re
joiced in the capture of the murder
ous Marshall.
(End of the Fourteenth Episode)
He Got "Good-Night." -"How
la that efficiency axpart making
out ovar In the plac where you work?"
"Ha got the gat the very first day ha was
there."
"What was the matter? Was ha Incom
petent V
"No. ha waa tee darned competent. Ha
dtaceeered that the boaa waa eating half
ear time telling us things that we knew
hotter thu ha did." htlaee1ke
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The Busy Bees
HAVE you ever heard of the Webster Street Gazzee? Possibly not, unless
you happen to live near a group of eight little Busy Bees near Thirty
third and Webster streets. These enterprising children were at a loss
to know what to do with their time when school closed. Although
they played base ball and all had gardens and lemonade stands, they wearied
of the same old amusements and determined to find an original form of
diversion for vacation time. Finally one of the most loyal contributors to the
Busy Bee page hit upon a plan or having a neighborhood newspaper.
Volney Hampton, who is 13 years old, the oldest of the staff, was chosen
editor-in-chief, because he was the most legible writer. The paper is published
every, day and costs a penny a month. The first edition came out June 26,
at the business office, on the editor's front porch.
Besides local gossip of the children and even grownups in the neighbor
hood and movie news, the paper contains a sporting section, telling of the
results of ball games and notes of interest about school athletics. There is
also a puzzle section. Names of well known buildings in Omaha are spelled
in roundabout ways and those guessing the answers have their names published.
For example, Brandeis is spelled Darsenib, the Rose building Osre and
Lyric Lrciy.
One of the duties of the staff is to keep children off the grass, so that it
may grow.
The members of the Gazzee staff, all of whom attend Webster school,
are as follows: Volney Hampton, editor-in-chief; Calvin and Virginia Hamp
ton, Luther Hamilton, Almedia Hamilton, Bert Baumgardner and Everett
Hale, who act as reporters and paper carriers.
Perhaps this will suggest to our other Busy Bee writers ideas of what to
do to utilize their spare time this summer. Do write us what you are doing.
Even the most commonplace things can be made interesting. Try it and see
for yourselves.
Inez Logan of the Red side won the prize book last week and Henrietta
Newman of the Red and Leila Benedict of the Blue sides won honorable men
lion. The Busy Bee boys must hustle if they want to win the prizes, for the
girls seem to have been winning all of them lately.
Littl Stories
(Prize Book.)
Sweet Briar Bush Rabbits.
Inez Logan. Logan, la. Red side.
I will tell you a true story about
Peter Rabbit, not the one ot ureen
Meadow Fame, but another one who
lives under the sweet briar bush in
our backvard. His home is a- large
wire cage, and his nest is a lot of
straw in a large box, with a tin roof.
The Virginia creeper vine clings to
the wire netting, keeping out the sun
rays on hot afternoons and the pink
petals of the briar rose fall into the
cage to be eagerly eaten by Peter's
babies. For Peter Rabbit has some
babies, in fact quite a number of them,
mother rabbit has eleven of them, all
with snowy white fur and the bright
est pink eyes.
At present Peter Senior is living
alone in an empty coal shed, and his
lovely white fur is stained a dirty
gray from the coal dust. He is some
times a very naughty rabbit, ana kins
his babies when very young, conse
quently he has to be penned up alone,
until his babies are grown up.
Meanwhile, Mother Rabbit is very
busv rearing her young, and many
good times they have eating dande
lions, cauuagc leaves, lurmps, civ...
provided by their owners, Inez and
Agnes. Happy they would be if they
could run loose and explore the neigh
boring gardens, but alas, Mother Rab
bit has an appetite for peony sprouts,
tulip and gladiola bulbs, which abound
in the yards about. To keep at peace
with the neighbors, all rabbits have
to be securely fastened in their cages,
for they would ruin a garden in a
single night.
So this is my story of Peter Rab
bit and his family. Perhaps in the
weeks to come when the baby rabbits
grow up, they will be taken away to
gladden the heart's of other little chil
dren, and they will find homes of their
own, far away from the sweet briar
rose and the Virginia creeper.
(Honorable Mention.)
How Jack Saved the Train.
Henrietta Newman, Aged 14 Years.
Columbus, Neb. Red Side.
Jack was a poor boy who lived two
miles east 6f Merryville. His father
did truck farming and Jack helped all
he could. Being so small he could not
do much.
He was never allowed the privilege
of going to school. He often told his
father that when he grew up he was
going to college.
Behind the farm was a beautiful
Sasture with many varieties of wild
owers. Jack picked these and sold
them to the people of Merryville. Be
fore reaching Merryville he had to
cross the railroad bridge. He often
look at the big rocks and the roar
ing water under the bridge.
One day when going to Merryville,
he noticed that the water was nearly
up to the bridge. It was dusk
before he reached the bridge again.
He was half way across when he no
ticed that part ot the bridge was gone.
He took out his new watch ana no
ticed that it was 8:15 o'clock. The
8:25 passenger train would be along
in ten minutes., What should he do?
He sat down to think. Once he
heard the whistle of the train. He got
up, took off his coat and waved it.
The train came closer and closer each
minute. At last it stopped. Jack show
ed the engineer what was wrong, tie
thanked him for saving so many
lives.
Soon after Tack received $1,000 as a
reward. Jack could now get his school
education which he wanted so badly.
(Honorable Mention.)
Our Operetta.
By Leila Benedict, Aged 9 Years.
Franklin, Neb. Blue Side.
This year on Wednesday of the
last week of school we gave an oper
etta, "Cinderella in Flowerland." Al
most all of the Busy Bees have either
read or he'ard of the story of Cin
derella. The operatta is just like it,
only most of the actors have the
names ot flowers.
I was Daisy, Cinderella's fairy god
mother.
The whole operetta was as pretty as
it could be, and the scene was laid in
fairyland. I wore a dress something
like "Old Mother Hubbard's," I also
wore a big green poke bonnet, trim
med with roses, and long pink ribbons
that tied with a big bow under my
chin. My wand, was a rake covered
with lilacs.
At the close of the operetta while
the actors were on the stage, the
colored lights were turned on. You
should have seen it! We had a surprise
for the audience, which was the "Flag
Salute." First came a flag song, then
the salute,, and last of all the first
verse of "America."
. A Picnic in the Woods.
By Mary McQuistan, Aged J2 Years,
Pender, Neb. Blue Side.
Last summer mother gave her con
sent to let me have a picnic party in
the woods. I invited ten of my girl
friends who arrived at 2 p. m. on the
appointed day. Shortly after they ar
rived we went to the woods, taking
our lunch with us.
We . played "hide and go seek,"
"tickets out," "pig in the pen." "drop
the handkerchief" and "blind man's
buff." Then we sat in the shade of
the trees and guessed riddles. '
Then we ate our lunch, which con
sisted of cake, salad, fruit, nuts, caadir,
By Little Folks
Rules for Young Writers
1. Write plainly on one aide of the
paper only end number the pagea,
8. Cae pea and Ink, not pencil.
S. Short, and pointed articles will be
glren preference. Do not use oyer S50
words.
4. Original stories or letters only will
be need. .
5. Write yonr name, age and ad drees
at the top ot the first page.
A prise book will be given each week
for the best contribution.
Addreaa all communications to Chil
dren's Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha,
Neb.
meat, lemonade and a few other
things. When we had finished our
lunch we started for home, as it was 5
o'clock. My guests all said they had
a good time.
Ella's Pet Kittens.
By Ella Roach, Aged 9 Years, Route
No. 2, Campbell, Minn. Red Side.
This time I will tell the Busy Bees
about my pet cat. I had two mother
cats. ' One had five kittens and the
other one had four. We gave one cat
to our neighbors.
The mother cat always comes back
here. We gave one of the other cat's
kittens to my sister's schoolmate,
whose name is Martha.
She has an organ. In the daytime
Martha plays on it. She puts- the
little kitten on the organ and sings
it to sleep. i
I live on the farm. I wonder if
any of the other Busy Bees live on
the farm.
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Our Country School.
By Martha Penke, Aged 12 Years,
Bennington, Neb. Blue Side.
I enjoy going to school very much.
I live on a farm and go to a country
school. We have an organ and I like
to hear it. Our school room has
eight wjndows. We have eight black
boards, one bookcase, a sand table,
one chair for the teacher, one globe,
an4 many pictures. We have an
organ in our school and I play on it
when they march out of the school
room.
We had a Hallowe'en party at our
"The Neglected Wife"
(Novelised from the Path Serial of the Same Name, Based on
Famous Novels of Mabel Herbert Urner.)
By JOSEPH
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CHAPTER VIII.
"A Relentless Fate."
THE 8TOBY.
The Man.... ...Horses Kennedy
The Wife Mary Kennedy
"The Woman Alone" Margaret Warner
Mary, discovering her huaband'a love for
Margaret, reaolvea to fight for her happi
ness. Knowing that Norwood, a magailne
editor, also lovea Margaret, shs glvea a
dinner to throw them together, hoping in
thla way te estrange the girl from her
hueband.
It was a relief when the evening
was over. The last guest gone, Mary,
worried over the mysterious message
and her husband's attentions to Mar
garet, turned wearily into the library.
"Did it go off fairly well, dear?" as
she sank on the couch.
"Seemed to," was Kennedys
trenchant answer, as he poured out a
whisky and soda.
"Frank took Miss Warner home,"
with studied carelessness. "I think
he really cares for her."
"Norwood?" caustically. "He's too
self-centered to care for any one,"
shoving back the glass. "Now, for
heaven s sake, don't start a post-mortem.
That party was tiresome enough
without having to talk it over. I'm
going to bed."
Broodincly Mary looked alter him
as he went upstairs. This .curt cynic
ism was so unlike him, but lately his
whole nature was changed. Was his
increasing irritability a chafing at the
ties that bound him? Was it freedom
that he wanted?
The gray mistiness of dawn was
paling the electric light when Mary
finally, left the library and climbed
wearily up to her room.
To Margaret .every ring of the tele
phone and door bell always brought
the thrilling hope that it might be
Kennedy. But the next afternon when
she went to the door, her eagerness
ebbed to disappointment as Nor
wood confronted her.
He had said that he would call with
proofs of the new story, but she had
not expected him so soon. . They were
absorbed in some radical corrections
when again the bell rang.
This time she knew it was Ken
nedy. That he should find Norwood
there! With a chill fear of a possible
scene, she turned to the door.
The next moment Kennedy, with
a proprietary air, strode into . the
room. His start at seeing Norwood
Staff of the Webster Street Gazoo;
Three Lively
VJJPGIJVIA , VOLATEy AND
school and the mother witch was
there. The witches told our for
tunes and I had a funny one.
I made some crocheting in school
for the state fair in Lincoln..
I will write another letter again
some time. I hope the Busy Bees
will write me and I will answer them.
Enjoys Prize Book.
By Faye Hubbert, Aged 11 Years,
Stromsburg, Neb. Red Side.
I, received my book and its title Is
"Captain Abe, Storekeeper." It is a
story about Cape Cod.
I was certainly surprised when I
found who had the prize story. My
two brothers always run after the
funny papers, but I prefer the chil
dren's page. I enjoy reading the
page very much.
I will close, thanking you again for
the nice book. I read it every spare
moment I have. It is very interest
ing. I will write again when I think of
something interesting.
- Thoughtful of Others.
By Ardyce Danielson, Aged 12 Years,
Keene, Neb.
Please accept my heartiest thanks
for the book I received. I surely
think a lot of that book.
Busy Bees, have you ever stopped
to think what a lot of good you can
do in this world, both towards the
sick and helpless as well as toward
those who are all well? Even a kind
word may brighten someone's life
and therefore I am sending you a
story where kindness was welcomed.
I myself have had a lot of sickness,
having gone through three serious
operations. I know how it feels to
have a kind word spoken. Now for
the story. .
Earl was a little lame boy. Al
though his parents were rich, noth
ing could help his lameness. He sat
day in and day out in his wheel
chair. He thought it great fun to sit
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was hardly perceptible, but his greet
ing was betrayingly curt and frigid.
Sensing Margaret's confusibn, with
quick responsiveness Norwood arose
to go. Flushed and embarrassed, she
followed him to the hall.
As she came back into the room
Kennedy was glaring out the window,
his very attitude expressing his hos-
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tility. The rankling jealousy that he
had so long controlled now blazed
out.
"Am I to have no friends?" quiv
ered Margaret. "Do you expect me
to be a recluse to see no one?",
"I expect you not to see men who
are so patently in love with you; How
ever, if you prefer Norwood's atten
tion I'll withdraw mine."
It was their first quarrel the first
time he had left her in anger. He
would repent he would call her up
that evening, or the latest, tomorrow
morning.' But this feverish resssur-
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Little "Busy Bees'1
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CAJLNJN HAMPTON
by a window and watch the boys
play in the snow. They had so much
fun. Tommy, one of the boys, was
always thoughtful and kind to every
boy and girl. He came running to
ward the window, saying, "Do you
want to go coasting?"
"Yes I Yes!" Earl said.
"All right," said Tommy. He and
another boy made a four-handed seat,
placed Earl on it and took him out
and put him on the sled. They pulled
him up and down until he became
tired. Then they took him in again.
"Thank you very much," exclaimed
Earl. "I shall never forget your
kindness."
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' The Fried Chicken's Lament.
By Elsie Penke, Aged 11 Years, Ben
nington, Neb. Blue Side.
I am a white chicken. I go
scratching every day and eat worms.
I can run very fast. One time a lady
came to the chicken coop. She looked
at me and I ran away so she could
not catch me. When it became a
little dark she came again. She ran
after me as long as I ran. She caught
me at last and she cut my head off
with a hatchet.
I was a nice, fat chicken, too. She
took the feathers off and then cut me
into pieces. She put my in the fry
ing pan and fried me. When dinner
time came they ate me and said I
was a good chicken.
I wish some of the Busy Bees would
write to me. I will answer their let
ters. I wish I could win one of the
prizes some time.
A Lesson in Self-Control.
By Fred Petersen, Box 146, Benning
ton, Neb. Red Side.
John was a boy 12 years old. When
ever anything was done that did not
please him he would cry and scream
so he could be heard all over the
neighborhood. v
One night his father and he went
out riding. He asked to drive the
horse, but his father said, "No, you
cannot?" He began to scream. His
ance did not lessen the poignancy of
her wretchedness.
In the evening papers she read the
announcements of Kennedy's nomina
tion for congress. Despite her leaping
pride, she had a dread premonition of
this proving a barrier between them.
Would his fear of possible unpleasant
publicity outweigh his love for her?
That evening and the next day
passed in feverish waiting for some
message. The very atmosphere of
the room became charged with her
intensity. She dared not go out for
fear he might telephone.
Her pride rebelled against her mak
ing any overture. Whatever her love,
she could not cheapen herself by
deliberately seeking him.
But at least she could see and hear
him without his knowing. She would
go that night to the political meet
ing where Jie was to speak.
LOVE SUIT TO THE FAIR
It was 8:30 when she reached the
crowded auditorium. Slipping into a
rear seat, Margaret waited with pain
ful tensity.
Kennedy's appearance was greeted
with rousing cheers. Introduced by
the chairman, he spoke with simple
telling directness, holding. his audi
ence by his very earnestness and not
by any oratorical tricks.
During a prolonged applause a com
motion arose in the rear of. the hall.
Hisses and cat-calls, a deliberate ef
fort to disconcert the speaker by
agitators of the opposing party. A
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Six Years Old Tomorrow (July 9):
Name. School.
Dodge, Joseph.... "..Sacred Heart
Krauss, Frances E.... Miller Park
Thompson, George.. ..H. Kennedy
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Carroll, Clayton C Belvedere
Dickerson, Leslie Mason
Donald, Russel B --Saunders
Herold, Eugene Long
Holder, Mary Ellen Webster
McMillan,. Mary H Dundee
Nachtneble, Katherine .... Bancroft
Newman, Richard.... Lake
O'Donnell, Francis... Sacred Heart
Riley, Harry St. Cecelia
Sellner, Esther Walnut Hill
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Lee, Granville L. Mont. . .Franklin
McKearney, Agnes West Sidje
Reuben, Albert Lothrop
Nine Years Old Tomorrow:
Devall, Herman H.... Brown tark
Ellingwood, Jane Saunders
Frisbie, Dick Lothrop
Hayman, Warren J... Walnut Hill
King, Dorothy Farnam
McConnell, John Brown Park
McKennis. Beatrice...' -Druid Hill
Minkin, Alice Kellom
Phillips, Horace R Belvidere
Shaffer, Marjorie Franklin
father lifted him off of the wason
and drove on.
John kept still, for he thoueht his
father really meant it. He became
afraid.
Soon he heard something.
It came nearer all the time. It
was something rattling. He became
so frightened that he could not look
that way. Soon it stopped by him.
He looked up and it was his friend.
who took him home. This taueht
him a lesson and he never screamed
again.
Mr. Wolf's Breakfast. .
By Leona A. Penke, Aged 14 Years,
Bennington, Jeb. Jtslue Side.
"Oh, my I" said Mr. Wolf, "what a
fine breakfast I have found I Farmer
Pratt has put all these nice hens and
little chicks over here away from the
house, thinking I will not find them,
and that they would clean up these
grasshoppers that are in his alfalfa.
I will just clean up some of his
hens for my breakfast, said the wolf,
smiling. "He won't know anything
about it. I will go and tell mv fam
ily and we will come together for our
breakfast tomorrow."
When Farmer Pratt's children ware
feeding the poultry they discovered
that some were missing, so they went
to their father, who said: "I know h
must be a sneaky wolf that is al
ways around trying to get our ducks
and geese. I've penned them trp and
will fix a breakfast that will be the
last of him.
Early next morning the farmer out
some poison on the meat and fast
ened the poultry in good and thjht
The next morning along came the
wolves for their nice breakfast. They
could not get the hens, but found the
poisoned meat.
"Let us help ourselves to this nice
meat," said Mr. Wolf; "it does tasfe
good." They ate it and started for
home. On the way they began to feel
sick and by the time they got home
they laid down and died.
Farmer Pratt never was troubled
with them any more.
brick crashed through the window
and the place was in an uproar.
Suddenly through a rift in the
crowd Margaret saw Kennedy in the
grasp of four ruffians. Knowing of
the recent attempt on his life, she was
paralyzed with terror.
Then with leaping relief, she found
Norwood beside her. Having seen
her in the audience he had come to
her aid. Breathlessly she told him
of Kennedy's peril. Incredulous, but
yielding to her excited insistency, he
fought a way to the side entrance.
They were Just in time to see Ken
nedy, apparently unconscious, being
lifted into a gray car. Norwood, rec
ognizing Doyle on the front seat, was
instantly alive to the danger.
Sweeping Margaret into a taxi, he
ordered the driver to follow the car
ahead. As they flew after the gray
blur, Margaret leaning forward with
breathless rigidity, was hardly con
scious that Norwood was holding her
hands in a reassuring clasp.
"It's all right they can't dodge us
now," his recent clash with Kennedy
forgotten in the realization of his
peril.
On and on through the dimly lit
streets, with recklessly increasing
speed. From the side lights they could
see the driver lean out and glance
back estimating his chance of eluding
them.
Finally, seeing that it was hope
less, with a swift dangerous turn he
swirled a corner and slowed down.
Without waiting for the cars to stop,
both men jumped out and dashed up
the dark side street.
Norwood, leaping out after them,
called to the driver to follow.
Left alone, Margaret sprang from
the taxi and ran to the abandoned car
ahead which she knew still held
Kennedy.. Was he unconscious? Was
he seriously hurt? Her mind flamed
with gruesome possibilities.
Her trembling fear-weakened hand
could hardly open the door. Then
Kennedy's white shirt front gleamed
through the darkness. He was prop
ped against the seat, his head droop
ing forward.
Her own pulses leapt as she found
the steady throb of his he was only
stunned! The fresh air from the open
door was quickly reviving.
"Margaret!" as he looked up with
vague wonderment..
In sobbing excitement, she ex
plained where he was and why she
was with him. All the coldness of
their estrangement was swept away
in the throbbing nearness of that
moment.
"You must know there could never
be any one else," she faltered, cling
ing to him. "The very thought is
unspeakable I"
"I do know but at times I'm in
sanely jealous. I can't help "
At the sudden stiffening of the arm
that held her, Margaret glanced up
Before the open car stood Norwood.
The dim street lamp lit the rigid
whiteness of his face.
(To Be Continued.)
Copyright, 1917, by Mabel Herbeit
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