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STIRRING ROMANCE I
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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
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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
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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.
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CHAPTER I.
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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
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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 !
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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
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! 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
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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-,
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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."
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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.
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DCYSCOUTS
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(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. ;
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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.
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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.
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