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" I NO * * \ t. 1 1 ? STIRRING ROMANCE I I I 3fy dear friend: I trill not bt that the law will grind you betwe* honor; but if the law should cal Here. ... . Yes, she and I are saying g think she might have let me see yo\ not be, well, then, it must not. Bt 1 know that on the hills somewhert we shall meet each other once mor< far! We are going to my Uncle Br We shall know your fate only us, but I will not believe in your b\ you come to America also f . . . So keep this matter in your n ? f / u i . 06 gone, woviu not in tuc ? seen her so disturbed as when 1 i write to you; but I disobey her. 11 my mother has suffered. I know i that h er husband?my father?die i trail of regret behind him; but, i That was all long ago, and it is a I Our ship sails for Virginia in keep looking back to the prison win of which he is not guilty, a yount spirit of good friendship. Do not believe all will not go the courage of our hearts and tht always shall. 1 believe in you, an farewell in the great hope that si each other on the way of life. Go & 9 So wrot* the beautiful Sheila beautiful youn* Irish girl with h blue eyes that showed the loyal sot had Cupid's bow. Read between t! letter to put courage and hope inl even if he is behind* bars charged heart thrilled over the letter, the v there was more to the killing than the future looked dark to Dyck. And his foresight was good. 1 veal what would have given hira : eight years. He is released after and his estate gone. A letter' cor Virginia and sends modhy. Sheila go to he^ Dyck enlists in the Bri fleet. Dyck is chosen by the mutii the West Indies he helps win a thanked by the admiral?and is pi swift march of events finds Dyck rated by the mystery of the mure the form of Lord Mallow, the gove the girl's suitor. In short, this is one of Sir Gilb are many British knights and bai title is unique because given him Gilbert has written about thirty n as in Great Britain and Canada. 3" = CHAPTER I. ' ?1? The Two Meet "Well, good-by, Dyck. I'll meet you at the sessions, or before that at the ?ssizes<" It was only the Impulsive, cheery, warning exclamation of a wild young Irish spirit to his friend Dyck Cal houn, but it baa oenina 11 ine uumwr and tncongriiity of Irish life. The man. Dyck Calhoun, after whom were sent the daring words about the sessions and the assizes, was a year or two older than his friend, and, as Michael Clones, his servant and friend, said, "the worst and best scamp of thera all"?Just up to any harmless deviltry. Influenced by no traditions or customs. under control of no stern records of society, Calhoun had caused some trouble in his time by the harmless ?deeds of a scapegrace, but morally?that Is, In all relations of life afTected by the Ten Commandments? , he was above reproach. There never ; was iu Ireland a cheerier, braver, : handsomer fellow, nor one with such j > - ? ? - > -?1 If.. I variety ui. iuiuu nuu ij v>?. puri*>se. He was the only child of a highplaced gentleman; he spent all the money that carfie his way, and occasionally loaded himself with debt, which his angry father paid. Yet there never was a gayer heart, a more generous spirit, nor an easier-tempered man; though, after all, he was only twenty-live when the words with which the tale opens were said to him. He was a figure of note among those who spent their time In criticizing the government and damning the Irish parliament. He even be- , came a friend of gome young hare- i bnuined rebels of the time; yet 110 i one suspected him of anything except \ Irresponsibility. His record was j Henri! Dublin Castle was not after I him. When his young friend made the remark about the session and assizes. Calhoun was making his way up the rocky hillside to take the homeward path to Ids father's place. Playmore. He raised his head, looking up into the sky at some larks singing above him in the heavens. "G<?d love you. little dears," he spoke aloud. "I wish I might die with your singing in my ears, but do you know what makes Ireland what it is? Look at It now. Years ago, Just when the cotton mills and the linen mills were doing well, they came over with j their English legislation, and made it hard going. When we begin to get , something, over the English come and take the something away. What have we done, we Irish people, that we j couldn't have a chance in our own country? Lord knows, we deserve a chance, for It's hard paying the du ties these days. What with France In j revolution and reaching out her hand to Ireland to coax her Into rebellion; what with defeat In America and drink In Scotland; what with poverty, and the cow and children and father and mother living h!' in one room, with the chickens roosting In the rnft- j era; what with polntir.; the potato at ; the fried flsb and gulping It down as if It was fish itself; what with the j smell and the dirt and 'h* poverty of ! ||||^^^^Mln and ? DEP By GILBERT )F TWO CONTINENTS >.\ieve that your fate is an evil one, en the millstones of guilt and (itsI you guilty, I still will not beood-by to Ireland. That's why T. u before ice went; but since it must it we shall meet again. In my soul ! far off. as on the first day we met. s. Where are we going? Oh, very yan?Bryan Llyn, in Virginia. . .. through the letters that will follow ad luck. Listen to me?why don't. lind, as my mother and 1 will soon ome to you?I think I have never iskcd her?and she forbade me to fell, this is a sad business. 1 know her married life was unhappy, and d many a year ago, leaving a dark you see. I never knew my father, lundred times best forgotten, three days, and 1 must go. 1 will ire lies, charged with an evil crime, 7 man for whom I shall carry the ? well. The thing to do is to keep ! faith of our souls, and I hope I d, believing, I say gooa-oy. i say )mehow. somewhere, we shall help d be with you! I am your friend, SHEILA LLYN. to Dyck Calhoun in prison?the er wonderful brown hair and her il of her and her lovely month that he linqs of it and see if it is not a to a manly young fellow's heart? with murder. But though Dyclc's , rords comforted him not at all, for Sheila knew. Innocent he was, hut fie refuses for Sheila's sake to refreedogi. He is sent to prison for four years to find his father dead nes from Sheila; it invites him to i does not know why Dyck cannot tish army. There is mutiny in the aeers to command the Ariadne. In yictory over the French fleet, is it under arrest as a mutineer. The and Sheila in Jamaica, still sepaler, with an added complication in oil* Dvck't nlrl mnmmw and ert Parker's food romances. There ronets of Canadian birth, but his for literary accomplishment. Sir ovels and is as popular in America ' Cork?ah, well!" He threw his eye! b again. "Ah, well, my little love sing on! You're a blessing among i lot of curses; but never mind. It's ? fine world, and Ireland's the best par i of It. Heaven knows it?and on thli hill, how beautiful It Is!" He was now on the top of a hll ' where he could look out toward th< bog and In toward the mellow, wav mg mils. He could drink In the yel lowlsh green, with here and there ii the distance a little house; and ab?u 'two miles away smoke stealing uj from the midst of the plantatloi wljere Playmore was?Playmore, hii father's house?to be his own one day Dyck Calhoun had a soul of char acter, originality and wayward dls tlnctlon. He had all the impulses anc enthusiasms of a poet, all the thlrsi for excitement of the adventurer, al the latent patriotism of the true Celt but his life was undisciplined, and h< had not ordered his spirits Into com partments of faith and hope. He hac gifts. They were gifts only to b< borne by those who had ambitions. Now, as he looked out upon th( scene where nature was showing her self at her best, some glimmer of f great future came to him. Fie did noi know which way his feet were des tined to travel In the business of life It was too late to Join the navy; bui there was still time enough to be f soldier, or to lenrn to be a, lawyer. Suddenly, as he listened to the larl singing overhead, with his face liftec to the sky, he beard a human volbt singing: and presently there ran up t little declivity to his left a girl?ar Irish girl of about seventeen years ol age. Her hat was hanging on her arn by a green ribbon. Her head was cov ered with the most wonderful brown waving hair. She had a broad, low forehead, Greek In its proportions an<1 lines. The eyes were bluer even than his own. and were shaded by lashes of great length, which slightly modi fied the firm lines of the face, with Its admirable chin, and mouth somewhal large with a cupld's how. In spite of its ardent and luscious look. It was the mouth of one who knew her own mind and could sustain her own course. It was open whet Dyck first saw it. because she was singing little bits of wild lyrics of the hills, little tragedies of Celtic lifejust bursts of the Celtic soul, as i were, cheerful yet sad, buoyant unci passionate, eager yet melaucholy She was singing in Irish, too. Thei were the words of songs taught her bj her mother's maid. She had been tramping over the hills for a couple of hours, virile, beau tlful ami alone. She wore a gown ol dark gold, with little green ribbon? here and there. The gown was short and her nnkles showed. In spite ol the strong hoots she wore they were alert, delicate nnd shapely, and all her beauty had the slender fullness ol a 'giuil. When she saw Dyck she stopped suddenly, her mouth slightly open. She gave him a sidelong glance of wonder interest and speculation. Then she threw her head slightly back, and all the curls MtaHUi^buncii and like head of and all I ENS PARKER > ! Dyck was lost In admiration. He looked at her as one might look at a beautiful thing in a dream. He did not speak; he only smiled as he gazed into her eyes. She was the first to. speak. "Well, who nre you?" she asked with a slightly southern accent ,in her voice, delicate and entrancing. Her head gave a little modest toss, her fine white teeth caught her lower lip with a little quirk of humor; for she could see that he was a gentleman, and that she was safe from anything that might trouble her. He replied to her question with the words: "My name? Why, It's Dyck Calhoun, that's all." Her eyes brightened. "Isn't that enough?" she asked gently. She knew of his family. She was only visiting In the district with her mother, but she had lately heard of old Miles Calhoun and his wayward boy, Dyck; and here was Dyck, with a humor In his eyes and a touch of melancholy at his lips. Somehow her heart went out to him. Presently he said to her: "And what's your name?" "I'm only Sheila Ll.vn. the daughter of my mother, a widow, visiting at Loyland towers. Yes, I'm only Sheila r She laughed. "Well, just be 'only Sheila,'" he answered admiringly, and he held out a hand to her. "I .wouldn't have you be anything else, though it's none of my business." For one swift Instant she hesitated; then she laid her hand in his. "There's no reason why we should not," she said. "Your father's respectable." ' She looked at him again with a sidelong glance, and with a whimsical, reserved smile at her lips. "Yes, he's respectable, I agree, but he's dull," answered Dyck. "For an Irishman, he's dull?and he's a tyrant, too. I suppose I deserve that, for I'm a handful." "I think you are, and a big handful, too!" "Which way are you going?" he asked presently. "And you?" "Oh, I'm bound for home." He pointed across the valley. "Do you see that smoke coming up from the plantation over there?" , "Yes, I know," she answered. "1 know. That's Playmore, your father's place. Loyland towers Is between * here and there. Which way were you t going there?" i "Hound to the left," he said, puzzled, i but agreeable. t "Then we must say good-by, because 3 I go to tne rignt. mats my nearest way." I "Well, If that's your nearest way, ? I'm going with ''you," he said, "because . ?well, because?because?" "If you won't talk very much I" she j rejoined with a little air of Instinctive ( coquetry. , "I don't waDt to talk. Td like to 11s! ten. Shall we start?" , Sheila's father's name was Errls Boyne, and he had been debauched, [ drunken, and faithless; so at a time of unendurable hurt his wife had freed I herself. Then, under the egls of her t inulden name, she had brought up her I daughter without any knowledge of her father; had made her believe he [ was dead ; had hidden her tragedy with a skillful haud. J Only now, when Sheila was released from a governess, had she moved out ? of the little wild area of the County Limerick where she lived; only now i had she come to visit an uncle whose hospitality she had for so many years 1 denied herself. Sheila was two years f old when her father disappeared, and ' fifteen years had gone since then. Down the long road the two young t people traveled, gossiping much, both 1 of them touched by something sad and mysterious, neither knowing why; both c of theru happy, too, for somehow they ' had come nearer together than years i of ordinary life might have made pos* sihle. They broke Into talk of their ? own countryside, of the war with f Frar.ce, of the growing rebellious spirit In Ireland, of riots in Dublin town, of i trouble at Limerick, Cork and Sligo. At the gate of the mansion where . ' Sheila was visiting, Dyck put into her ' hands the wild flowers he had picked I | as they passed, and said: i "Well, It's been a great day. I've i never had a greater. Let's meet again, and soon! I'm almost every day upon ? J the hill with my gun, and lt'd be t I worth a lot to see you soon?very I ? MMJU. ^ i "Oh, you'll be forgetting *ne by to morrow," the girl suld with a little i wistfulness at her lips, for she had a i feeling they wouJd not meet on the i morrow. Suddenly she picked from t the hunch of wild flowers he had given her a little sprig of heather, t "Well, If we don't meet?wear that," I she said, and, laughing over her shoul. der, turned and ran Into the grounds r of Loyland towers. CHAPTER II. The Coming of a Messenger. When Dyck entered the library at i 1 Plnymore, the first words he heard , i were these: ' "Howe has licked the French at ; | Rrest. He's smushed the French fleet i ' ?rwi sii-koit o chom hlnw tn thA rAvnlii , Uv...v .. " ; 1 tion. Hurrah !' The words were used by Miles Cal. houn, Dyck's lather, as n greeting to s him on his return from the day's , sport. > Now, If there was a man In Ireland I who had a narrow view and kept his I toes pointed to the front, it was Miles i i Calhoun. His people had lived In Con|Meiiiara for hundreds of years, and he Himself hudonly one passion In life, , ;e ] which was the Protestant passion of prejudice. He had ever been a follower of Burke?a passionate follower, one who believed the French Revolution was a crime against humanity, a danger to the future of civilization, a miserable orgy of unworthy millions. He had resisted more vigorously than most men the progress of revolutionary sentiments in Ireland. He was aware that his son had far less rigid opinions than himself; that he ven defended Wolfe Tone and Thomas Emmet against abuse and damnation. That was why he had delight in slnpn|"? i? >ho tnoa whenever |filjg 11 JO OUU 111 T A1C AUVVf -possible, with the hot pennant of victory for British power. He was a man of Irascible temperament and stem views, given to fits of exasperation. He wa^ small of stature, with a round face, eyes that suddenly went red with feeling, and with none of the handsomeriess of his son, who resembled his mother's side of the family. The mother herself had been a beautiful and remarkable woman. Dyck was,Jn a sense, a reproduction of her In body and mind, for a more cheerful and Impetuous person never made a household happier or more Imperfect than she made hers. As the elder Calhoun made his announcement about the battle of Brest and tlie English victory, a triumphant smile lighted his flushed face, and under his heavy gray brows his eyes danced with malicious Joy. "Howe's a wonder I" he said. "He'll make those savage, mad, red republicans hunt their holes. Eh, isn't that your view, Ivy?" he asked of a naval captain who had evidently brought the news. Captain Ivy nodded. "Yes, It's, a heavy blow for the French bloodsuckers. If their Ideas creep through Europe and get hold of C-x Down the Long Road the Two Young People Traveled. England, God only knows what the end will be! In their view, to alter everything that exists Is the only way to put things right" At that moment the door opened, and a servant entered the room. In his hand he carried a letter which, with marked excitement, he brought to Miles Calhoun. "Sure, he's waiting, sir," he said. "And who's he?" asked his master, turning the letter over, as though to find out by looking at the seoJ. "Oli, a man of consequence, If we're to judge by the way he's clothed." "Fit company, then?" his master asked, as he began to open the heavily sealed letter. "Well, I'm not saying that, for there's no company good enough for us," answered the higgledy-piggledy butler, with a quirk of the mouth; "but; as messengers go, I never seen one with more style and point." "Well, bring him to me," said Miles Calhoun, and broke the seal of the I., l.lc lion/l "r.nnt1 (Zru\ t?? tip added, after doing so, for he had just realized that the stamp of the seal was that of the attorney general of Ireland. Then he opened the letter and read it. A flush swept Over his face, making Its red almost purple. "Eternal damnation?eternal damnation !" he declared, holding the paper at arm's length, Inspecting it. He then handed It to Dyck. "Read that, lad. Then pack your hag, for we start for Dublin by daylight or before." Dyck read the brief document and whistled softly to himself. "Well, well, you've got to obey orders like that, I suppose," Dyck said. "They want to question us as to the state of the country here." "I think we can tell them something. I wonder if they know how wide your travel is, how many people you see; iimi If thev know, how did they come to know? There's spies all over the place. How do I know but the man who's just left this room isn't a spy, isn't the enemy of all of us here?" "I'd suspect Michael Clones," remarked Dyck, "Just as soon as Mulvaney." "Michael Clones," said his father, and he turned to Captain Ivy, "Mi chael Clones I'd trust as I'd trust his blessed majesty, George III. He's a rare scamp, is Michael Clones! He's no thicker than a cardboard, but he draws the puin out of your hurt like a mustard plaster. A man of better sense and greater roguery I've never met. see him, Captain Ivy. He's is Michael Clones." Theand the butler en-, * luthor The Seats of tli "The Right o e tered. followed by a tall, thin Quixote sort of figure. "His excellency," said Mulvajiey. with a look slightly malevolent, for the visitor had refused his name. Then he turned and left the room. At Mulvaney's words, an Ironical smile crossed the face of the new comer. Then he advanced Jo Miles Calhoun., Before speaking, however, he glanced sharply at Captain Ivy, threw an inquisitive look at Dyck. and said: "I seem to have hurt the feelings of your butler, sir, but that cannot be helped. I have come from the attorney general. My name is Leonard Mallow?I'm the eldest son of Lord Mallow. I've been doing business In Lftnerick, and I bring a message from the attorney general to ask you to attend his office at the earliest moment. I've seen strange things as I "tame. I've seen lights on the hills, and drunken rioters In the roads and behind hedges, and once a shot was fired at me; but here I am, safe and sound, carrying out my orders. What time will you start?" he added. He took It for granted that the summons did not admit of rejection, and he was right. The document contained these words: "Trouble Is brewing; indeed, it Is at hand. Com?, please, at once to Dublin, and give the lord-lieutenant and the government a report upon your district. We do not hear altogether well of It, but we are aware that no one has the knowledge you possess. In the name of his majesty you are hereby asked to present yourself at once at these offices in Dublin, and be as?ho? (ho lArrl.lloutonnnf will ziw? OliiCU IUUI luc IW? V* c you warm welcome through me. Your own loyalty gives much satisfaction here, and If you can bring useful Information much good may ensue. 1 am, sir, "Your obedient servant, "JOHN M'NOWELL." "You have confidence In the people's loyalty here?" asked Mallow. "As great as In my own," answered Dyclt cheerily. "Well, you ought to know what that Is. At the same time, I've heard you're a friend of one or two dark spirits In the land." ? "I hold no friendships that would do hurt to my country," answered Dyck sharply. Mallow smiled satirically. "As we're starting at daylight, I suppose. I think I'll go to bed, If It may be you can put me up." "Oh, Lord, yes! We can put you up, Mr. Mallow," remarked the old man. "You shall have as good a bed as you can find outside the viceregal lodge?a four-poster, very wide and very long. But, Mr. Mallow, you haven't announced that you've had dinner, and you'll not be going to bed In this house without your food. This Is a day when we celebrate the anniversary of Irish power and life," "What's that?" asked Mallow. That's the battle of the Boyne," answered nis nost witn a lime air 01 ostentation. "Oh, you're one of the Peep-o'-Day Boys, then." remarked Mallow. "I'm not saying that," answered the old map. "I'm not an Ulsterman, but I celebrate the coming of William to the Boyne. Things were done that day that'll be remembered when Ireland Is whisked away into the kingdom of Heaven. So you'll not go to bed till you've had dinner, Mr. Mallow! Dinner at five, to bed at eight, up before daylight, and off to Dublin when the I' | Once Again Dyck Looked the Visitor Straight in the Eyes. light breaks. That's the cotirse!" He turned to Captain Ivy. "I'm sorry, captain, hut there's naught else to do, | and you were going tomorrow at noon, j anyhow, so it won't make much differ- j eiice to you." "It will make no difference what- , ever," replied the sailonnan. "I have to go to Dublin, too, and from there to Queenstown to join my ship, and from Queenstown to the coast of France to do some lighting." "Please Uod!" remarked Miles Calhoun. "So be it!" declared Mallow. "Ainen!" suld Dyck. Once again Dyck looked the visitor straight in the eyes, and far back in the horizon of Mallow's life-sky there shone for an instant the light of an evil star, ? "There's the call to dinner," remarked Miles Calhoun, as a bell began ringing in the tower outside, "Come vlth me, Mr. Mallow,'and I'll show . f/you your room." / ? of le Mighty" f Way" ' Copyright by Sir Gilbert Parker "Sheila?Sheila !" said Dyck Calhoun to himself where he stood. CHAPTER III. The Duel. The journey to Dublin was made by the Calhouns, their two guests, and Michael Clones, without Incident of note. Arrived there, Miles CaJhoun gave himself to examination by government officials and to assisting the designs of the Peep-o'-Day Boys; and Indeed he was present at the formation of the first Orange lodge. His narrow nature, his petty craft and malevolence, were useful In a time of anxiety for the state. Yet he had not enough ability to develop his position by the chances offered him. He had not n touch of genius; he had only bursts of Celtic passion, which he had not mind enough to control. Indeed, as days, weeks and months went on, his position became less valuable to himself, and his financial affairs suffered from his own and his agent's bad management. In his particular district he was a power; tn Dublin he soon showed the weaker side of his nature. He had a bad habit of making foes where he could , easily have mads* friends. In his personal habits he was sober, but erratic. Dyck had not his father's abstention from the luxuries of life. He drunk, he gamed, he went where temptation was, and fell Into it He steadily diminished his powers of resistance to self-Indulgence until one day, at a tavern, he met a man who made a great Impression upon him. This man was brilliant ebullient, full of humor, character and life, knowing apparently all the lower world of Dublin. nnd moving with an assured stcu. It was Erris Boyne, the divorced busband of Mrs. Llyn and the father of Sheila Llyn; but this fact was not known td Dyck. There wa^ also a chance ox Its not becoming known, because so many years had passed since Erris Boyne was divorced. Dyck and Lord Mallow quarrel and sattle it with awordt. (TO BE CONTINUED.) STORY TELLERS 'PUSH' GOODS American Interests in China Employ Them to Extol the Virtues of Their Wares. In China the American advertisers have shown their alertness In meeting the d'flcult situation of few newspapers and a public 90 per cent of whom are unable to read or write. Chinese srory tellers?itinerants who' wander about telling stories to groups of bystanders wherever tney can draw a crowd?were "adopted." At first the story 'tellers were paid to weave into their tales a few lines of advertising, then this proved so successful that the plan was developed until now the story tellers are put through a regular Mnrao nf trnlnlncr tn tho fltories theV are to tell. The story tellers use a brass disk-like Instrument to draw their crowds and are a time-honored Institution. To make this method effective It was necessary to pick out goods that might make a wide appeal. The cigarette concerns originated the Idea, and most successfully. Others since hove taken up with It. ' . Owing to the Inability of the bulk of the po0ulatlon of China to read or write, newspaper advertising U comparatively limited and few papers are printed for the Chinese. Pictorial appeal to the eye Is generally In use In the form of posters, practically all of which are printed In China and some of ?whlch use colors freely. All sorts of posters are In use. The cigarettes sold are largely made from American tobacco by British-American Interests and are produced In China by native workers. DIFFER OVER WHAT IS JUNK Opinions of Men and Women Show a Decided Variance as to Impor tant Subject. "Junk is that pile of old clothes my husband doesn't wear and won't let me give a way. Says some day he will wear It on a Ashing trip. That pile of magazines he Is saving till he Ands lime to read them is junk; that collection of pipes he never sm >kes Is junk. Oh, if you want to know what junk is ask any married woman. She knows." Ask a man. "Junk? Well, I don't know a better way to deAne the word than to give an example. My wife has chests and bureau drawers Ailed with table cloths ami remnants of calico, lace and all that sort of stuff which she ??soc. 'ri.nt'a innk. She has all her old hats In that larire box on top of the closet shelf. That's Junk. We are only two in family, but she lias enough dishes to serve twenty people and enough pots and pans to cook for forty. That's junk. Oh, I should say offhand that junk is the accumulation of things around a house for which a woman has no immediate use and may never use. That's a pretty good definition of the word. Ask any man. He'll tell y6u the same." What do yon think is junk??New York Evening Sun. Van Dyck Supreme. Van Dyck has been rated the greatest portrait painter of all time, with the possible exception of Titian. Life As 1 See It. All the trouble I ever got Into I prepared for myself.?Exchange. v., v. _ DCYSCOUTS TTV7I? (Conducted by Nation*! Council of tho Boy Scouts of msrics.) FIRST TO WIN GOLD MEDAL Dale Collier of Itock Island, 111., has < the honor of being the first scout to win the new gold medal Just designed for the Court of Honor, by Belmore Brown, the explorer. The Incident which won the coveted National Scout Medal of Honor for young Collier oecured last January. The boy had Just started on an er rana ror hla mother when he noticed three men walking on the Ice on the river. Even as he saw them he perceived to his horror that the ice was breaking beneath them. He ran about 300 yards and found an old boat. There were no oars but he snatched up a piece of boaitt and Jumping Into the boat broke his Way through to where one of the men was sinking. The boy threw him the' board and palled the boat, fast filling with water, close to the man, got him Into It and back to shore. Then emptying out the boat he set out again In search of the others. This tlme^ not having even the board to help him, he beat his way through the Ice downstream with his fists. By this arduous process he finally got to where the other two men were. He managed with much difficulty to get both Into the boat, which then began to sink from the weight and having shipped so much water. The men being unconscious, ?' the boy balled for dear life with his hands, screaming for help. Another boat reached them In time and all were gotten ashore. Not content with his already heroic acjilevefoent young Collier worked over the unconscious men trying to Induce artificial respiration. He succeeded In the case of one man but the other who was Just recovering from an Illness never re gained consciousness. The stogy is one of the most striking of the many noteworthy Instances of scout pluck and resourcefulness that have passed through the hands of the Court of Honor and Scout Collier well deserves , i the honor accorded him. ; ????-? SCOUTS ON THE JOB. { ^ f Oat <ln Bell Ingham, Wash., some spectators chuckled with approval over the following Incident and reported It to the local papers: 'A quart bottle of milk bad been dropped in the street and lay splintered into a thousand pieces prepared to do their worst to all passing tires. Two lads ' In khaki "happened along." Instantly their ah#rp eyes took in the situation. "Boy Scout 8afety P they shouted In unison and swooped down upon the ,, broken bits of glass, which In another moment were gathered up and deposited In the proper receptacle. An excellent object lesson this, to all who witnessed the incident and another proof that scouting is doing Just what It claims to do?makes responsible citizens. A small boy pushed accidentally to the ground in a school yard recently suffered a broken leg. Instantly there 4 were boy scouts at hahd to take charge A G. A. R. VERDICT. A O. A. R. veteran of Columbus, Ohio, says: "While attending our. Grand army encampments for the mast few years in many cities of the United States I have come to the conclusion we could not get along without the boy scouts' everwilllng help. They are the/ first persons we meet whfen we? get off the train, to carry our luggage ^ to our stopping place, and if we have no) place engaged they will take us to one and see that we are made comfortable. They can teat the police at their own game whea it comes to v watching a street crossing or keeping the streets clear for parade. They are always on hand with a cool cup of water; In fact, erefywhere to do a good deed for somebody. I have learned to love them. I consider the boy scout movements ore of the best schools of American education. I say God bless them and the men who contribute their time and money to boost them. Boys, the Grand Army of the Republic are your friends." SCOUTS DO EMERGENCY WORK. T Boy scouts did noteworthy work after the tornado disaster In the South last spring, working tirelessly for many hours, rendering first ^Id, searching for the dead, and removing the wreckage. Local papers at the time expressed the greatest admiration for the pluck, energy and endurance of these young citizens pledged to service of others at all times and under all conditions. VETERAN CORPS ORGANIZED. Veteran scout associations made up of men who have served at least five years in the movement are now being organized throughout the country. Philadelphia, Baltimore and Chicago have respectively the honor of establishing the first, second and third Veteran Scout corps. Over 130 men have registered already as ten-year service men and hundreds more are eligible, Here Is a roll of honor of which the movement may be Justly proud. LAY WIRE IN RECORD TIME. United States forestry officials out In Idaho are watching with interest the fine work being done by scouts In . telephone construction and wireless axperlment. The Forest Service Bulletin published in Washington tells of a remarkable feat done by Boise boy scouts In stringing a quarter of a mile of telephone wire in less than eight i minutes. The supervision of the Boise national forest says that the i K>y scouts are doing valuable work tai jo-ope rati op with his department. mk