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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JULY 15, 1917.
The Railroad Raiders
Copyright, 1917.
By FRANK H. SPEARMAN
The Mystery of the Counterfeit Ticket
Adopted from the Western Picture Version Produced by Signal Film
Corporation and Featuring Helen Holmes.
FIFTEENTH EPISODE.
With the train crews firing vainly
after them, the Raiders reached their
autos and made off. When Helen and
her friends had restored Roy to con
sciousness they returned to the trains
where Helen urged haste into Moun
tain Springs. Once there, Helen with
Roy and a detail of police repaired to
Desmond's home to await the Raiders.
The Raiders, however, suspecting, no
doubt, that the police would try to
trap them, were afraid to return to
Desmond's.
Instead, they went to their old
rooms and began to dismantle them.
Desmond, noticing the printing press,
ordered it taken and a new retreat
was found in a cabin on a bluff above
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HELEN AND RAY READ THE REPORT.
the railroad track on the outskirts of
Mountain Springs. Here, having in
stalled the press, they began counter
feiting railroad tickets.
Helen and the police watched Des
mond's house without results. They
then went to the old quarters of the
Raiders where they saw there had
been a hasty departure. A dragnet
was spread about town, but the Raid
ers, safely hidden, continued to coun
terfeit Kay and W. tickets. Disposing
of these to scalpers, they reaped a dis
honest revenue for themselves and
harassed the new management.
Satisfied though Roy, Helen and
Webb were that the Raiders were re
sponsible, they could prove nothing,
and to notorious and extensive did
this activity become that the credit
of the Wilson management was fur
ther impaired. It was really an acci
dent that revealed the plot.
Masters, who had lost none of his
crooked ingenuity, and who fed on all
sorts of duplicity, decided he could
make extra money for himself without
bis companions' knowledge. He coun
terfeited a batch of short-trip tickets
and himself brazenly went to the sta
tion where he sold them to inquiring
passengers.
How long he might have succeeded
in this without being caught by the
railroad men is hard to say. What
actually happened was that Desmond,
happening to drop into the station,
saw Masters selling a ticket to a
countryman.
Desmond waited till the transaction
was complete and without being ob
served by Masters went to the buyer,
asjeed to see his purchase and at once
saw Masters' game. He returned to
' the cabin very angry and told his con
federates exactly what the ex-confidence
man was doing. It did not take
long for the other conspirators to de
cide that, Maser must go. When he
returned they were waiting in an ugly
humor. .
Desmond was spokesman. He ac
cused the ex-leader of the gang and
denounced him roundly for his treach
ery. Masters, never at, a loss for as--surance,
defied him and there was an
angry scene in which Masters in the
end was forced to get out. The re
maining Raiders, then ignoring the
new danger to which they would be
exposed in their former leader's re
sentment, went ahead with their
criminal work, blind, as it proved, to
consequences.
Masters made his way sullenly to
Mountain Springs. It had not taken
him long to make up his mind that if
he could not work with his confeder
ates he could at least get even with
them for good, and with this idea of
revenge firmly fixed he took enough
of his ill-gotten money to buy a whole
box cf dynamite, an alarm clock and
all the paraphernalia for setting off
a heavy charge.
He then repaired to a livery stable,
hired a horse and buggy ana getting
his stuff together drove up the road
toward the cabin. Secreting himself
near the shack, he waited his oppor
tunity to reach the house unobserved.
This came when the Raiders scattered
for town in the afternoon and Masters,
unseen by anyone, planted enough dy
namite under the house to blow up. an
arsenal. The time fuse ' he set for
early the following morning, sure that
the Raiders at that time would all be
fast asleep in the shack. -
Having done everything in safety
he started to drive back to town and
for greater security from observation,
took the canyon road. By the merest
i chance, Helen Holmes had started
from town in her auto about the same
time to drive up river with the hope
of getting some trace of the missing
Raiders. The liveryman had given
Masters a spirited horse and unluckily
for Masters the horse and the auto
met at a point in the road just above
a steep embankment The horse, nerv
ous, shied. Masters tried to control
him, but could not, and the fright
ened animal plunging to the right,
threw driver, buggy and all over the
embankment. Masters was hurled
headlong among the rocks.
Helen stopped her car and ran to
his assistance. What was her surprise
and horror to find that the injured
man lying helpless before her was
none other than the thief who by im
personating her own father at Deer's
Head station had been responsible
for his unjust imprisonment
Controlling her feelings as best she
could Helen got him to his feet, help
ed him up to the car, and, putting him
in, drove him to the receiving hospital
and while surgical aid was being
given him she explained things to the
authorities. Having done this she was
able to arrange at once for her fath
er's release without waiting for the
necessary red tape of getting a par
don for him.
When confronted by Helen, later,
Masters practically admitted every
thing she accused him of. His con
fession was taken. But though he rea
lized he was seriously injured and
might die, he abated nothing of his
hatred for bis former companions and
for Helen, whom he had so cruelly in
jured. In his revengeful humor he
conceived, now that his chance had
come to square accounts with every
body and without hesitation he re
vealed to Helen and the police the
new hiding place of the Raiders.
"But don't go there now," he added
cunningly. "Wait till 6 o'clock tomor
row morning. That's the time they
come back from town .to the shack.
If you hide in the bushes close by till
they return you'll get them."
His whole idea was to lure Helen
and her friend near the shack; and
when the dynamite exploded they
would be killed in the same explosion
that was to revenge him on the Raid
ers. Helen, least of all. suspected the
trap. .But the interval afforded her a
chance to hasten to the penitentiary
and secure the long-hoped-for release
of her father. With his she hastened
back, to Mountain Springs hoping to
reach there before Roy and the offi
cers should start for the cabin. But
they had gotten away early and she
missed them. Intent on following,
she itarted with her father up the
river road to overtake her party, pro
viding herself first with a rkle and a
pair of field glasses. Unfortunately,,
in her hasty drrving.'vshe took the
wrong road at, the upper fork, and
missed her friends completely.
Searching then for the right direc
tion, Helen reached a hill whence she
could overlook the immediate coun
try and with her glass she described
at length on the river bluff a cabin
which she thought might be the right
one; but at that distance she could
not be sure.
It was nearly 6 o'clock, Helen be
came anxious. Watching closely
through her glasses she presently
made out the figures of several men
creeping toward the cabin and rec
ognired in them her missing friends.
She watched the shack narrowly, but
there were no signs of life, Under
the building itself, however, she did
pick up a slight puff of smoke.
Watching intently she was soon
able to perceive that it burned stead
ily toward a box stenciled dyna
mite. Some treachery she believed
was on foot. Calculating the length
of the fuse she realized the explosion
would occur about the time her
friends were well within its danger.
And down the railroad track the early
morning passenger train was ap
proaching; it likewise, would reach
the shack at the danger moment.
There was no chance to give warn
ing to anyone the time was short
and the distance great. But one way
was still open. If she could explode
the dynamite before Roy and his men
reached the danger zone she could
save their lives.
With beating heart she raised her
rifle and, covering the box carefully,
fired. To her disappointment there
was no result Again and again she
fired, hoping at least by her shots to
attract attention. Then, a well-directed
slug reached the percussion
cap; the dynamite exploded.
The cabin was lifted high into the
air and its fragments hurtled down
the bluff,' covering the track just
ahead of the passenger train; but the
train was unharmed. The Raiders
themselves were blown into eternity;
even Roy and two of the policemen
were seriously but not fatally hurt.
Helen and her father hurried to the
scene and the train crew took the in
jured men aboard.
Roy's first request when Holmes
greeted him was for. the. hand of
Helen. And when he had recovered
her grateful father willingly gave
Helen into his care. Webb was made
superintendent at Mountain Springs,
and with his bride Roy left for New
York to take up the real duties of
president of the road.
' (THE END.) '
Soldiers Nicknames. ,
- Tke Una "boohs, Which baa eons Into
recent prominence. Is not a new word In
France, where tt was common forty years
tiro. - thick-headed people, and especially
backward hoys, being- called "totes ds
boehe." The Mcrcure de France explains
that the word Is of Italian origin and
comes from "bocrla," meaning- a round ball
of exceptionally hard wood nsad In play
ing tenpins. The saras paper states that
"polio" Is at least a century old. and adds
thst soldiers In the trenches dislike the term
and prefer to speak of themselves as "les
nonbommea." "les nominee" or 'les cars."
San Francisco Chronicle,
The Omaha Bee's
ttt HAT are your pet hobbies,
W diversion do you resort to when in need of amusement these sum
mer days? Every child should have a hobbv. as it will teach re
sourcefulness and independence, the two qualities necessary for
contentment and happiness. The boy or girl, man or woman who requires
someone or something to entertain him every idle minute is indeed to be
pitied, and the sooner he rids himself of the bahit the better off he will be.
A hobby will teach you how to be a friend to yourself and how to enjoy
your own society.
Vacation time presents an excellent opportunity for the cultivation of
hobbies, which are as varied in their nature as the chameleon. One child
claims photography as his favorite pursuit, and is rarely seen without a kodak
under his arm. Collecting postage stamps and flags of the different nations,
reading, raising a particular variety of 'flowers, specializing in boat building,
horseback riding or fishing, are all good hobbies. A little girl is gathering to-
getner a collection ot buttons, while another, who is especially fond of dolls,
has a collection of dolls of every nationality. One little bov collects rare
stones and shells. Doubtless many of
them. .Discover what they are and write us about them.
Those of you who have kodaks, try to capture a few pictures of your
turrea ana ieatnerea inends in the woods or vacation parties. If you are suc
cessful, send the films to us for our page. We are always glad to miblish
interesting pictures. Several have written about their Red Cross clubs. These
would make nice Busy Bee pictures. We want to know what interests our
little tolks m order to make the Busy Bee page as worth while as possible.
It is your pasre and we invite vour co-ooeration.
Doloris Yetter of the Red side
d. uoiaenstem 01 me kco. ana vioia ivine ot tne clue won honorable
mention. - .
Little Stories
(First Prize.)
Feeding Mv Birds.
By Doloris Yetter, Age 13 Years, Ful-
lerton, Web.' Red Side.
I am going to toll you about mv
birds. There is a row of mullberry
and box-elder trees surrounding our
house, mere are many kinds of birds
in these trees and there would be
more if it were not for the cats.
I started from the house with mv
hand full of bread and pencil and
paper under my arm. The first birds
that I saw were a pair of orioles,
which have a nest in the trees, al
though I could not locate it. Then I
saw a blue-jay. I do not like those
birds, but I scattered 'some crumbs
for it anyway.
couth of our house is a brown
thrush with some little ones in the
nest. I gave her some crumbs on a
box nearby.
In the top of the trees sat a bird
no larger than a wren. It had a black
tail and head. Its wings were black.
Do any of you readers know what
kind of a bird it was.
There is also a little wren who
has her nest in an old dead cherry
tree and a robin who has a nest in
an evergreen tree.
i here was a dove who had also
built a nest in an evergreen tree, but
something destroyed its nest.
A pair of swallows have built a
nest in the hen house and some spar
rows are building one in the garage.
I gave them all some crumbs.
(Honorable Mention.)
Hod's Adventure.
By Mary B. Goldenstein, Age 12,
GlenviJ. Neb. Red S de.
Hop was a little sparrow who lived
in a cozy'nest under the eves of a
house. In the evening Hop's mother
would tell the. birds about gardens
and other things she had seen during
the day, '
Hop was curious and made his
mind to see one of the gardens. One
day, when his mother had gone away,
and his brother and sister were
asleep. Hop thought it would be a
nice time to go. He walked to the
clothes line just outside the nest
and sat on it. It was a long ways
to the ground, bttt Hop did not think
he would fall. He spread his wings
to fly, but instead of going up, he
went down and down. When he final
ly landed on the ground he felt shaken
up and lay still. Presently a little
girl named Evelyn came around the
house and seeing Hop, caught him.
Hop was so frightened and hungry
that he cried. Evelyn fed him some
crumbs.
Soon he looked up and saw his
mother. "Oh, mother bird," he cried,
"Take me home; I'll be good."
Just then Evelyn s mother came
out of the house. "If you put the
bird on the ground," she said, "its
mother will find it." Evelyn was
about to lay Hop on the ground when
she noticed his nest, she climbed on
a chair and put him back in his nest
That night, when snuggled under
his mother's wings. Hop murmured
sleepily, "Will you teach me how
to fly tomorrow, mother bird?
(Honorable Mention.)
At the Picnic.
By Viola Kime, Simeon, Neb. Blue
Side.
This is my second Busy Bee story.
I am very much interested in the
Busy Bee stories in the Omaha Bee
and so I joined last week.
Once we went to a picnic on the
Snake river. We started at 9 in the
morning and reached the falls at 11.
We rode eighteen miles in two
hours.
We ate dinner and then we got on
our horses and went down to Steer
creek, about six miles away from the
falls. We went about a mile down
into the canyon. We went to a place
where we could walk over iteps in
the rocks until we were down in the
canyon.
We let our horses drink, and then
we followed the river a little ways.
We came to a spring, where we all
took a drink, and then forded the
river where the water was up to the
horses' knees. ,
We followed Steer creek canyon a
while and then, started back home.
Most of the crowd stayed down in
Steer Creek canyon, When we got
out of the canyon we went home. On
our way we came to a gate .where we
could take a short cut through. They
just rode on a walk all the way home,
so we beat them there. .
Santa Catalina Island.
By Florence Seward, Aged 11, 1634
Victor Avenue. Blue Side.
When we were in California my
papa thought it would be nice to take
us to Catalina island. We boarded a
small steamer at San Pedro. Soon
we commenced moving. The land
grew faster and faster away till it
disappeared altogether. How queer
to see nothing but water and fish
everywhere. The boat rocked to and
fro. My father left us and went to
look at the engine room. I wondered
why he did that, for he does not care
for machinery. He told me afterwards
that he hajd been seasick.
Soon I grew tired, and jumped up,
thinking I would roam about the boat
As soon as I had jumped up, I sat
down very hard, again, for the boat
had jerked. The next time I started
I came to a. staircase. I went (or
started to go) down, but I nearly sat
down instead. It took me about seven
minutes to get down that "hill of diffi
culty" without flailing. When I got
Busy Bees? What particular form of
you have hobbies and are unaware of
won the prize book last week and Mary
By Little Folks
BUSY BEE GOES TO CHICAGO
TO SPEND HIS VACATION
This i to introduce Robert Druese
dow, a Busy Bee, who leaves soon to
spend his vacation in; Chicago on
Lake Michigan. He will visit a former
Omaha Busy Bee, Charles Hammond,
and together they are planning all
kinds of good times boating, fishing
and swimming. He has promised to
write us about his good times and the
interesting things he. sees in the big
city.
He is 10 years old and is in the fifth
grade, A class, at Park school. He is
a member of the Twenty-One club;
whose emblem is the skull and cross
bones. Boys at the school who
pledge themselves not to touch
tobacco until they are over 21 years
of age compose the club. If they
break their pledge, they forfeit the
button, which all the school regards
as a great dishonor.
His house is the meeting place for
all the children on Georgia avenue
and every night they play base ball
until it becomes too dark for them to
see. In the winter Robert spends
most of his time on the ice and is
considered by all his little friends an
expert skater.
down I started to run. I ljumped
into a fat man going around a cor
ner and he bumped into the side of
the boat. I ran through state rooms,
parlors, dining rooms, every room on
the boat.
I went with my father to the lower
deck. The spray from the waves
dashed over us. It was very cool
there. In the ocean were flying fish.
There were a few whales. Soon the
boat stopped. We got off and walked
over to watch the bathers. We got
our lunch at the restaurant The chief
thing there was a huge piece of
watermelon. After dinner we strolled
along the beach and watched the
bathers. We bought Hershy's choco
lates to eat.
About 4 o'clock papa said we must
start for the wharf, as the boat was
going to go. When we got on the
boat I fell asleep on my papa's lap.
I was glad when we reached home.
Ann Learns a Lesson.
By Myrtle Andersen, Aged 11 Years,
3606 Haskell Street, Omaha,"- Neb.
There was once a little girl named
Ann. She lived by the seashore and
often went bathing. She was selfish
and never endeavored to make an
effort in any way for anyone but her
self. One day she said:
"Mother, may I go bathing?"
"No," said her mother, "the water
will be too cold."
There was a moment of silence.
"I will," Ann muttered, and went to
get her suit She found it and went
down to the beach. Very few were
there, but she decided to, go in
any way. She put on her suit and
went in. The water was very cold, but
Ann said, "I will not feel cold in a
little while." She stayed in for a long
time.
The following day was not a
pleasant one to Ann. She had a cold
in her lungs and a severe attack of
pneumonia. Ann's life was in danger
for a few days, but she finally became
better.
When Ann was well, she said,
"Mother, it was my disobedience that
made me have pneumonia. I will
never disobey you again." Ann kept
her promise.
A Circus.
By Josephine Carraher, Aged 9
Years, Petersburg, Neb. Red Side.
On June 18 my two sisters and I
went to a circus. When we got to the
town where it was to be held we
went to see my aunt and then went
down to hear the band play. After
that we went-to the circus. The ani
mals we saw were lions, zebras, kan
garoos, elephants, monkeys, baboons,
ponies, dogs and tigers. The ponies,
dogs and elephants performed inter
esting tricks.
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The Robin's Nest -By
Ernest Linford. Aged 10, AftofT,
Wyo. Blue Side.
Last May my father and I found a
robin's egg in the barn. We did not
know what to do with it at first Soon
we thought of the robin in the wood
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shed, so we put the egg in her nest
She did not seem to notice it How
ever, in three weeks the eggs hatched
out The birds grew big enough to
fly. Ve did not bother them and
they learned, flew away and we have
not see.i them since.
A Picnic. y
By Eva Smith, Aged 13 Years,
Broken Bow, Neb. Blue Side.
Our school was going to have a
picnic. A week before the date set
for it the teacher asked all of us
what we could bring. I took cake,
bread, butter, potato salad and
pickles. We all met at the school
house that morning and went in a
wagon to another school for the rest
of the crowd.
We had about ten flags and every
time anybody went by we would wave
them. There were about thirty-six
children in our school and only ten
in the other school.
When we got there the teacher and
children of the school were waiting
for us. We played 6ome games while
the teacher and his wife unpacked the
dinner. After dinner we were play
ing games, when the teacher called us
into the school house to sing some
songs. After that we started for
home. The teacher did not go with
us, as his home was in the other
direction.
Tommy, the Newsboy.
By Margureitte Smith, Aged 11, Pil
- ger, Neb., Box 244. Red Side.
Tommy was ,a newsboy. His real
name was Thomas Bruce, jr., but he
was called "Tommy" by his com
panions and customers.
He was a cheery little fellow, with
a flower (when he could get one) in
his buttonhole, and, best of all, a
happy face.
One morning his face was verv
grave and his call of "Buy a paper 1"
had less zest than usual. One of his
"What's the matter this morning,
Tommy?"
Then he broke down and sobbed
his pitiful story. It was of his sick
"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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MARY TRIES TO HOLD
THE STORY.
The Man .....Horace Kennedy
The Wife Mary Kennedy
"The Woman Alone" Margaret Warner
Mary, discovering her husband's love tor
Margaret determines to win him back. Ken
nedy runs for congress, but his political
enemies break up the ratification meeting
and capture hlnO In the rescue that fol
lows, Norwood, who loves Margaret, seeks
her In Kennedy's arms.
CHAPTER IX.
"Deepening Degradation."
From the corrosive embarrassment
of that moment, Norwood was the
first to recover.
"I think we'd better return to the
hall and to Mrs. Kennedy." His tone
was frigidly impersonal
The drive back was in silence, pain
fully constrained. Margaret, draw
ing further into the shadows of the
deep seat, averted her still flaming
face from the betraying light of the
street lamps.
What was in Norwood"s mind?
How could she ever face him again?
Now that he had discovered her se
cret, would he despise her? Would
he have for her only contempt be
cause of her love for a married man?
Would Kennedy try to " explain
away the situation? His silence seemed
like an admission yet what could he
say or do that would not add to her
humiliation?
As the Car drew up at the hall, a
reported recognizing Kennedy rushed
towards him. Instantly he was sur
rounded by an anxious crowd.
"No no1" Margaret shrank back
as he turned to help her out
"I'll see Miss Warner home" an
nounced Norwood with curi au
thority. ,
The car moved on, but not before
Margaret had seen Mrs. Kennedy ra
diant with relief, making her way
through the crowd to her husband.
This drive too, was in silent:. Nor
wood sat with folded arms staring
grimly out the window. Margaret
stole a timid glance at his stern pro
file, but he did not look towards her.
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Six Years Old Tomorrow (July 16):
Name. School
Ashburn, Ruby L.. Highland
Carey, Helen.... .....Castelar
Eck, Helen Claire.... ...... Dundee
Hazelton, Irvin Dundee
Meyers, Jack John St Cecelia
Paddack, Arthur Belvidere
Ryan, Lucille ......Mason
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Benson, Hugo Mason
Brinkman, Helen M Franklin
Jaeger, Robert. ...Monmouth Park
Lehman, Freddie Hawthorne
Schmitz, Louis.... Monmouth Park
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Andersen, Helen Clifton Hill
Boursew, Viola ....Lake
Donat, Stella Comenius
Gerber, Berthe Mason
Loeback, Annie... Bancroft
Nelson, Joy Lothrop
Pipal, Joseph, Jungmann
Prchal, Thomas. . Assumption
Rapp, Josephine Comenius
Tate, Agnes Farnam
Watson, Elizabeth Dundee
.Nine Years Old Tomorrow:
Landgraf, Frederick.' Lincoln
Mayes, Gwendolyn Farnam
Williams, 'Marvle. '. . . . .Park
mother, who a doctor, paid by the
careful saving, had given up to die
because of lack of nourishing food.
Mr. Crawford, for that was the
man's name, said: "I will put your
mother in a sanitarium and will hire
you for my office boy."
By this man's kindness two lives
were saved, for Tommy could not live
without his mamma.
Kindness to Dumb Animals.
By Annie E. Hvezda, Aged 13 Years,
Comstock. Neb. Blue Side.
When the weather is cold and we
feel that we have no friends and that
we have not a&'nice a home as some
other child, let us think of the poor,
dumb creatures that have no home at
all.
In this world there are many, many
dogs and cats and other animals that
have nothing to eat, no place to sleep,
and the first person that comes along
gives them a kick and says something
ugly to them. Many people do not
do this to be cruel, but they just do
not stop to think that these poor,
dumb creatures have feelings.
Let us put ourselves in their places,
and see how sad and unhappy we
DUNN.
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HER HUSBAND'S LOVE.
Waves of mortification engulfed
her. Never had she felt so keenly
the possible depths of degradation
that lay in her love for Kennedy.
At her apartment, auietlv unheed
ing her faint protest, Ndrwood fol
lowed her into the elevator. In her
own living roony she dropped on the
window-seat, wjth flushed averted
face.
"Margaret, I want to help you,"
his voice was low and controlled.
"Isn't there something you wish to
tell me? You're so unfortunately
alone you have no one to protect
you. Won't you confide in me?"
"I can't," her tense fingers twist
ing her gloves.
"Don't you know that no explana
tion you could make would be worse
than what I must infer by your sil
ence? Margaret, I care, for you so
much that I would forgive a great
deal more than you would think pos
sible." 1
"Oh, don't please don't 1 I can't
bear it! There's nothing I can tell
you nothing."
"Is that final?" his voice hardened.
She nodded, her face concealed by
the window drapery. She heard him
rise, cross the room then the sound
qf a closing door.
Alone, she slipped to the floor, her
head on the window-seat as waves of
scorching humiliation swept over her.
His face set in stern lines, Ken
nedy paced the length of the library.
The situation was intolerable. He
loathed himself for his silence on the
drive back to the hall.
It had seemed like a withdrawal
from the woman he loved as though
he sought to shield himself at her
expense. Yet what could he have
said that would not have increased
her mortification?
And Norwood? What had he said
to her on the way home? The mere
thought of her further humiliation
was unendurable.
He was at the telephone now, his
would be. We should all watch for
stray animals and do all we can to
keep them from starving and freezing
to death.
After each meal instead of letting
all the leftover food be thrown into
a garbage can, pick out the best pieces
of potatoes, bread and meat and put
them in the back yard for the home
less creatures. This alone will show
how much your kindness is needed
and appreciated.
My Dog Towser.
By Gziah Decker, Aged 11 Years
Wann, Neb., Route 1. Blue Side.
This is the first time I have written
to the Busy Bee page. I will tell
you about my dog. We live in a bouse
by the roadsid: and my dog runs
out to the road and barks at every
buggy or car that goes by.
He is afraid of lightning. Every tima
it lightnings he scratches on the door
and keeps scratching on it until be
tears it He is a good dog and likes
to become acquainted with everybody.
He catches rats and mice. He will
catch about six chickens in ten mini
utes. When the pigs eat some chickens
Towser gets out to the pig pen and
chases them away from them.
Well I will close now. I will write)
to the Busy Bees some other time.
Celebrating the Fourth.
By Velma Ellen Carpenter, Aged 10
Years, Inavale, Neb. Blue Side.
A year ago the Fourth of July we
all went to Inavale to celebrate. We
had a very fine time. My Sunday
school class had a drill in the fore
noon at 12 o'clock. We had our din
ner under the green trees. We had
a very nice time and in the evening
went to the show. It was very good.
It was 2 o'clock the next morning
when we reached home.
Think Busy Bee Page Great
Bv Mareuerite Bradv. Aerl 1(1 Years.
Aimoaii, j.eD., mue side.
I iead vour stories everv Siinil.nr.
and think they are great.
This is the first time I have written
and do not know much ahnur tvlia'
you are doing. I hope to see this
primea in next aunaay tsusy Bee
page. I wish some of you Busy Bees
would write to me.
The Oriole's Nest
By Agnes Divis, Aged 9 Years
Schuyler, Neb. Blui Side.
One day I walked among the trees
and saw a nest on the' ground. I
looted at it and discovered it was an
oriole's nest. I was sorry to see it
lying on the ground.
Next time I write I will do better.
I wish some of the Busy Bees would
write to me.
hand on the receiver. What could
he say that would help her? What
would he say over the wire?
The next moment her voice came
faint and strained. As he strove to
reassure her there was a furtive
sound from the hall. With a swift
noiseless stride he reached the door
and flung it open.
"Mary 1" as the crouching figure
fell into the room.
A throbbing moment as she re
gained her feet and shrank back
against the wall, in blanched, quiver
ing defiance.
You were listening? contemp
tuously. "You've stooped to that?"
"I've been driven to that by your
unfaithfulness" .
"What do you mean?" sternly
threatening.
"I know I have known for
months 1 Now I've reached the limit
of my endurance 1 You must give her
up you must promise me that you
will."
"I can promise eiothing," in a low
voice.
A rigid silence that was like a
physical pain. Then her groping step
on the stairs and from abovethe
thud of a closing door.
Impelled by a vague fear he rushed
after. Her room was empty but from
the bathroom came a click of bot
tles. "Mary! Open this door!" Then his
flung weight forced the lock.
Snatching from her Jhe poison
labeled bottle he shattered it against
the wall. With a low moan Mary had
dropped to the tiled floor. Picking
her up he carried her into the bed.
For a long time he sat beside her,
chaffing her cold hands, as she lay
with her face turned from him.
Neither spoke. He knew there was
but one thing that would help and
that he could not promise.
The wretched tangle of his life
loomed before him. He had brought
suffering to the two women who loved
him. He had gone so far that there
was now no turning back no honor
able way out.
When finally he left her, he went
into his own room with a husky
"good-night." The very phrase seemed
a mockery, for he knew that the night
wouhi bring them both only a
wretched, sleepless vigil.
'It was noon the next day when the
elevator boy brought a note to Mar
garet's door, and announced that a
car was waiting.
With a dread premonition, she tore
open the envelop.
"H. K. is in danger. If you
would save him go at once with
the woman in the taxi that now
stands before your apartment.
Dont attempt to summon aid
that would be fatal."
Her first impulse was to call up
Kennedy's office. At any other time
there would have been nothing alarm-
,n m riis stenographer's statement"
that Mr. Kennedy had not been down
that morning but now to Margaret
the words were ominous. ' It seemed
liked a verification of the message.
The recent attempts on his life gave
added credence to the note. He was
wnt nau mis warning to go
to him yet she was hesitating. That
cnaninc VinnrrVif . i t . .
restraining doubt.
In less than five minutes, dressed
for the street, she was hurrying down
to the waiting taxi. It was a closed
car, the blinds drawn.
The driver, his face half concealed
by his vizored cap, held open the door
as Margaret approached.
In the cab's dim interior, vaguely
outlined against the dark upholstery,
was a heavilv vimIpH umm-n txr:.u...
speaking, her black gloved hand mo-
wu;u wmigdrci to me seat beside
her.
An imnatient nantinor' r
brakes and the car glided off.
-". "os v-iuitmng at Mar
garet s throat. There was r,mtl,;n
sinister in this woman's silence. Why
did she not speak? Who was she5
Where was she taking her?
(To be continued.)
Copyright-1917, by Mabel Herbert
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