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A New Romance of the Storm Country
By F. A. WALKER
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UNIFORM CIVILITY
By GRACE MILLER WHITE
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the doctor had left and stole softly
from the boat
TONY’S OATH.
Synopsis.—Lonely and friendless.
Tonnlbel Devon, living on a canal
boat with a brutal father and a
worn-out, discouraged mother, win-
ders Into
Salvation army hall at
Ithaca, N. Y. There she meets a
young Salvation army captain.
Philip MacCauiey. Uriah Devon,
Tony's father, returns to the boat
from a protracted spree and an
nounces he has arranged for Tony
to marry Reginald Brown, a worth
let« companion
Devon ob-
jecte. and Uriah beats her. Their
quarrel reveals that there la a se-
cret between them 1n which Tony
la the central figure. Tony refuses
to marry Reginald and escapee a
beating by jumping Into the lake
Tony find» a baby's picture wtth
offer of reward for its delivery to
Doctor Pendlehaven. She delivers
the picture and the doctor visits
her mother.
CHAPTER VI—Continued.
In another moment the girl had
stripped off her wet clothe«, had
blown out the light and was In bed
beside her mother.
When Edith was assured the girl
slept, she crawled out of the bed and
lighted the lamp. She tried to collect
her thoughts, to lay a plan for the fu
ture for herself and husband. John
Pendiehaven had been there! Pendle-
haven, the one man In the world she
dreaded the mention of I And Tony
had said he would come back tomor
row 1
She turned and looked at the sleep
ing face, half-hidden In the blankets.
She had stolen this child from her
father, and now she had to escape the
consequences of her wicked deed. She
had to go away, and that quickly. If
she bad dared to face her husband's
wrath, she would have, then and
there, communicated with Paul Pen-
dlehaven.
She reached out and touched Tonnl-
bel’s face.
“Baby, darlln’, wake up," she said.
“I want to ask you something!”
Tony opened her slumber-laden eyes
and smiled.
“Don't go to sleep again." exclaimed
Mrs. Devon, hoarsely. “Tell me this.
Do you honest believe what you said
about that thing on the card? About
it bein’ holy?”
“Yep,” asserted Tony, with droop
ing eyelids.
“You don't want to hurt Uriah and
me, do you. honey?"
The girl shook her head slowly, and
a doubtful shadow settling In her eyes,
seemed to make her wider awake.
“1 wouldn’t hurt you, darlln’,” she
replied at length, “but sometimes,
when daddy’s heatin’ yon, I feel like
whackin’ the life out of him. Why,
today—’’
Edith stopped her by a tug at hsr
sleeve.'
“If you swore by that card you
brought I mean If you took an oath,
would you keep ft?" she asked hoarse-
“You bet I would.” There was
amazement, surprise and eagerness In
the young voice.
"Didn’t you tell me the feller said
Jesus was a holy bird?”
Tony nodded.
,
Mrs. Devon gripped her fingers
about the girl’s arm.
“Mebbe he’s In the Dirty Mary here,
only you can't see him, baby dear?”
The woman’s voice was slyly toned,
but she shivered In superstition.
“He's right here,” affirmed the girl,
thinking of a boy’s earnest uplifted
face and vibrant assurances.
“Then say after t.ie what Fm
thlnkfn' of.” said Edith.
Tony lifted her eyes to her mother’s,
but drew back when she discovered
how terrible she looked, white like a
dead person.
“I swear by the livin’ Jesus,” began
Edith, nnd then nhe paused. “Say ft”
she hissed.
“I swear by the livin’ Jesus,” Tony
repeated fearfully.
“I swear to my mummy never to
say nothin’ mean against Uriah De
von. my daddy,” went on Mrs. Devon.
Tony repeated this, too, almost
frightened Into fits. She had never
seen her mother look and act so mys-
terlously.
“Now say this, keepln' In your mind
you'll be blasted to hell If you break
your word. 'I won't never tell thnt my
father boat my poor mummy, or thnt
he’s a thief and a liar—’ ” A thick
tearless sob burst from the woman’s
lips and brought an ejaculation from
the girl.
“I swear to It all. honey mummy,"
she cried. "You believe me, Edie,
darlln', don't you?”
“Yes, I believe you," replied Edith,
dully. “Crawl Into bed, and go to
•leep. baby dear."
Shlvrrlngly Tony Devon got back
under the blanket.
Then for more than an hour there
was alienee on the canal boat, silence
that was broken only by the night
noises outside.
Then, extremely weak, the woman
prepared herself to go out It took
her a long time to write a note she
had to leave for Tony, and when that
wu finished, she divided the money
It was In the full blaze of a morning
sun that Tonnlbel opened her eyes nnd
looked around the cabin. The other
bunk was empty, anti her mother was
not In the cabin, in her night cloth«**,
Tonnlbel went to the deck, shouting
the name, “Edith.’’ her strong young
voice repeating Itself back from the
woods in echoes. Then she went down
stairs again and began to dress
hastily, and every moment her fear
was growing. She spied the note
pinned to the lamp handle and stared
at it mutely as If dreading to know Its
contents, but she unpinned it with fln-
gers that seemed to be all thumbs.
Her legs were shaking so she had to
sit down to read It.
“Tony dear,” It began.
“I’m going to look up Uriah. I took
part of the money. We might need
some. You can go to work soine-
wheres If I don't come back. Maybe
some day you'll see me. Leave the
boat where she Is so your daddy can
find her. I love you. darling. Remem
ber about your swearing not to tell
on your Pop, and don't tell I'm gone to
And him.
MUMMY.'
Tonnlbel gave a gasping sob. They
had all gone and left her stranded In
a land of strangers. Because It was
no longer her home, she began to love
the silent old canal boat, and to wish
with all her soul that Uriah and Edith
would come walking down the cabin
steps.
For a long time she sat thinking,
looking out over the water, sometimes
with tears flooding her lids, sometimes
dry-eyed with fright. After a while she
got up, took Gussie to the lake, where,
much to the little animal’s disgust,
she washed her with a scrubbing
brush and soap. Then she carefully
washed herself, letting her feet and
legs hang over the end of the dock
until they, too, were as clean as her
little friend.
It was while she was sitting there
with the pig In her arms that a canoe
from the 'university clock on the
campus of Cornell. She bent forward
to listen. It struck one. and drawing
her fe«»t from the water, she got up.
She hnd promised to be at Pendleha-
ven place at two o’clock.
"1 got to go now," she said apolo
getically. "Much obllgt'd for bringing
me some more salvation, mister!
M«*bbe 1’11 see you again some time.
Mebbe I will,"
"When?” demanded Philip, the blood
running swiftly to his face. He felt
a sudden renewed Interest In the sol-
etun girl, and he dldu’t want her to
leave him at all.
“I dunno,” she answered, putting
Gussie under one arm. “I mightn't be
home when you come."
“Can I come tomorrow?” the boy
urged.
"Yep. you can come," said Tonnlbel,
with filling throat, “but if there's any
one around, don’t stop.”
This was all the warning she dared
give him. Then she paused long
enough to see him Jump into the canoe,
and for a few minutes she stood
watching the craft as It danred away
on the water toward Ithaca. Then she
started for the doctor's.
against you, is to exhibit the right
sort of courage* and to allow yourself
callable of overriding dUlli-uRie*.
Though firebrands may be thrown
across your pathway and backbiting
tongues assn 11 you, If you still remain
umlnble and courteous, you will
emerge from the ordeal unscuthed.
<(T DECLARE I am tlre«l to deefh,"
said th«* Pencil as It »as dropped
Into a tray beside the pen ami other
desk folks.
"Why dldn't you stay at home ns I
did?” Mild th«* Penholder. "You huve
been gone all day. Where ha) e you
been?”
“You tnny be sure I did not choose
to go nway," was the answer. “Didn't
you see Hint I was taken out of the
tray this morning when no one wns
looking? I was carried off to n pince
culled school and there I wan tunde to
off first dropped me on the floor and
broke off my nice, sharp point, then
he sharpened me with * funny cap-
aha|H>d thing, ami off came a piece of
my wooden cent; but nt last I was
given another point and then my trou
bles begun.
“I wns made to walk up and down,
across and over mites of white paper,
and. oh, you sheuld have a«>en the
dreadful spelling and the untidy fig
ures that I was forced to muke!
"You all know that the one who
usually Bits nt this desk u«es us In the
most artistic manner and never do we
have to make mistakes or make
crooked figure* or letters."
“No, never,” said all the desk folk« |
"poor Pencil, how you must have suf-
fere«!."
“But that Is only a part of the trag
edy,” continued the Pencil. “I was
sometimes put tn the mouth of the
one who mail« me work so hard and
that made me feel very uncomfortable.
Besides that his teeth would some
times almost bite off my point.
“Then lie dropped me on the floor
again and some one steppe«! on me,
although I was fortunate that time in
not having a sharp point, so I was
not injured, though my fending* were
certainly hurt.
"But at last my troubles were at
an end and I was brought back to my
home, which I never expected to see
again, and I am so tired I cannot Bay
another word.”
Then ov « t rolled the poor, tired
Pencil aound asleep, while the Pen
holder and the Fountain Pen and the
big blue pencil looke«! sadly nt their
misused companion and sighed.
"This goes to prove what I have al
ways thought,” snhi the Fountain Pen ;
“children should never use thing* that
do not belong to them. Poor Pencil
will never recover from the hard
treatment he ha* received today «nd
I hop«* we will all be fortunate enough
to escape his sad fate."
Civility mid all thut It impilea gives
you the staying strength to surmount
obstacles ami to press forward In ull
kinds of weather.
Scowls, frowns and short answers
very frequently make of the talented
and gifted, sorrowAil tollers, while,
on the other hand, urbanity and
suavity elevate men and women of
moderate attainments to power and
affluence.
Civility commends Itself to people
who know not Its name, but recog
nlse It when they see it. The crabbed
old boor and the proud youth are now
and again arrested by Its soft answer
and smiling face, and even the rude
vagabond will stop a moment when It
crosses his path and stare nt It In
open-eyed wonderment.
In some subtle way civility touches
hearts and knits mankind closer to
gether, yet, despite this fact. It has
a long way to go and a great deni
of hard work to do Itefore It cun over-
“Some One Stepped on Me.”
take the musses and make them un-
CHAPTER VII.
do
the
hardest sort of work. Just
derstand Its true worth.
look
at
me;
an inch shorter than I was
To those who are Just starting
Tony Finds a New Home.
careers, and especially to the young, and worn to a stubby point as well.
Many a person turned In the street
essential to I am sure I have walked miles since I
and looked at the bareheaded and bare good manners are
Inst naw you all.”
their
success
ns
good
commendations.
footed girl as she made her way
"Do tel! us ntmut It,” urged the
Indeed,
politeness
limy
be
said
to
through the city with a little pig snug
Fountain Pen, who was nlwaya keen
be
the
better
thing
of
the
two,
for
the
gled In her arm*. Tonnlbel waa hurry
to hear the latest news, a* It was
ing to Pendlehaven place, for she had reason that It builds character. am! really mote up to date than any of Its
promised Doctor John she’d come to makes It Imposing In the eyes of oth- companions. "I>o you meun that some
his office at two o’clock that after
on«* used you Instead of a pen?”
noon, and. if she didn't, he might take
“That Is Just what I do mean," said
There
Is
no
time
In
one's
life
that
it into his head to visit the Dirty
the Fendi. "The one who «'arrled me
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courtesy
of
behavior
In
the
treatment
Mary.
of
others
falls
to
win
recognition.
When John Pendlehaven came in
The employee who Is uniformly
and saw her he noted how pale she
civil, considerate of his or her em
was.
ployer, and thoughtful of associates
THE RIGHT THING
A LINE 0' CHEER
“Your mother.” he began—
at the
“She's gone away visitin’," gasped as well, Is usually the first to win pro
motion.
By John Kendrick Bangs.
Tony. “I don’t know where she 1 b .”
RIGHT TIME
If you will think back, study cause
“Didn’t you see her this morning?
If she was able to get up, then she’» and effect, you will find as you reflect
By MARY MARSHALL DUFFEB
that the greater number of failures in
THE TRUE COURSE
better. Isn’t she? Is she?”
life had their lieglnnlng In incivility,
Tonnibel bobbed her head.
EX net thy soul with clouds
“I guess so," she mumbled. "When and that those who today are conspic
INVITATIONS
of Doubt
I woke up. she was gone. I guesa she uously successful In the arts, profes-
Concerning things past finding
slnns
and
Industries
were
In
their
be-
went to find—” She hesitated, then
And I'll request your presence —Ahake-
out.
ran on, "to see some one we know. So ginning, and are now, habitually
But walk thy way as but the Guest
Of the Great Friend that knowalh
me and Gussie come to tell you she’s courteous In words and acts.
YJEKE Is a nice little problem In
best.
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better."
In all things play thy fullest part
■Fl etiquette thnt may perplex some
"Sit down," urged the doctor.
And lea vs ths Thing That Is to Bo
of the brides who ure making plans for
To Him who thought to fashion
Again the curly head shook nega
spring
weddings.
thee.
tlvely.
Suppose, for Instance, that a woman
Burs that ths Goal beyond thy
“I got to go,” she told him, swallow- |
sight
of mature years and Independent
Ing hard. “I just got to go.”
Will open on the Hills of Ught.
position
In
life
who
possessed
no
near
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Then a* her homelessness pressed , "Don't bring worries to ths table.
relatives Is about to be married, and
Don't bring anger, hate or scowls;
down upon he., she began to tremble,
suppose because of the fact that she
Banish everything unpleasant.
convulsive sobs shaking her from head I Talk
4b
and eat with smiling jowls.
Is without family ties she herself must
to foot. The doctor forced her Into a
It will aid your own digestion,
make
all
those
arrangements
for
the
chair.
If you wear a smiling* face;
wedding thnt would usunlly devolve
it will jolly up the others,
“There,” he said sympathetically.
If you only set the pace.
upon the bride's mother or aunt or
“Now tell me what has happened.”
Knowlng something funny, tell It;
other woman relative. It may be that
“I can'L” came In a gasping sigh. ' Something sad, forget to knell It
she Is to be married at church and
“But mummy’s gone away, mebbe for Something hateful, quick dispel It
that she wants to invite her friends
At the table."
ever, and I got to find work. And—
and Iter husband elect's friends to the
and I don't know how.”
GOOD THINGS WE ALL ENJOY
ceremony and to a wedding breakfast
Doctor Pendlehaven looked at hei
or supper following the ceremony at
thoughtfully. All through the night
LUCRETIA
<^HICKEN cook«*d as a pot roast is her own home where she has lived
the wan face had haunted him.
much superior to the ordinary with no other companion save an old
Suddenly Tonnlbel put her hand in
fried dish, ns it is moist and Juicy. and trusted servant, or it may be that mHOUGH Lucretin wns the nnme
to her blouse.
borne by the notorious daughter
“I brought back what's left of the I Cut ft up as for frying, place in a she nnd her bridegroom wnnt to en
of
the
Borgia, It Is one of the quaint
tight
kettle
with
a
little
fat,
stir
until
tertain
their
small
wedding
party
at
a
money,” she said, holding It out.
"Mummy took some. You don't care hot, add a very little water to keep hotel wedding breakfast following the est and most old-fashioned of names
about that, do you? She needed it aw It from burning nnd cook closely cov ceremony. Who then should send out In this country. It Is a far cry from
ancient Home to ttuMlem New Eng
ful, mummy did 1 But I couldn’t keep ered. Usually no more water will be the Invitations?
The old time Idea was that a womnn land, but the name has completed the
this because I dickered with you last needed, but add very little, a table-
night about the picture, and you done spoonful or two et a time, Season should never send out her own wed transition with very few changes to
and cook very slowly for two or three ding Invitations even though nhe hnd mark the stave* of Its evolution.
your share."
There are two theories iimong ety
been mnrrled before nnd really pos
“Keep iL” exclaimed Doctor John, hours. Longer Is better.
sessed no one who stood to her In the mologists in regard to the original
huskily.
Fruit Salad.
place of a parent or gunrdlnn. But source of'Lucretia. Some contend that
“No,” said Tonnlbel. “I couldn't
Place halves of stewed pears on good usage now permits a woman to it comes front the Latin word lucrum,
ever sleep a wink If I did.” And she
thrust the roll of bills into his hand, crisp lettuce leaves. Remove the pits Issue her own wedding Invitations when meaning "gnln," and. for that reason.
giving a long sigh as If she were glad from white cherries and arrange there in no one who would conveni Lucretia is said to signify gain. On
around the pears. Serve with cooked ently do this for her. To be sure, n the other hand, there is much evidence
to be rid of It.
young womnn would seldom do thin, to prove that Its real source wns In
It might have been this action on salad dressing.
but the privilege Is not restricted to Ilie Latin word for light, lux. Mnny
her part that brought to quick fruition
Potato Soup.
women who have been married before. feminine names have been derived
the resolve that hnd begun to live the
Boll four medium-sized potatoes In However, when thin Is done the bride from this root and the same word has
night before when Doctor Pendleha-
ven had tramped along the boulevard salted water and when soQ put does not have the invitations worded supplied surnames without number.
It is believed, therefore, that the
to Ithaca. From what she had told through a ricer. Slice one onion nnd thus: "Miss Jane Smith requests the
him now, she had been left alone. Then scald with one quart of milk. Re honor of your presence nt her mnr- noted old gens Lucretius, from which
there was no one to ask permission of move the onion. Add the milk to the rlnge to Mr. John Brown, but Instend Lucretia is directly descended, was
potato, season with a tenspoonfui of she uses this wording: "The honor only another of the derivatives of lux.
to help her.
"Where’s your father?" he said, salt, one-fourth of a tenspoonfui of of your presence Is requested nt the "Lucrece, combing the fl«*«*«*e under
celery seed, two tenspoonfuls of marriage of Miss Jane Smith to the midnight lamp,” the famous old
abruptly.
"I dunno,” answered Tonnlbel, a lit chopped parsley and n dash of white Mr. John Brown on the afternoon, etc." Itoman tale, Inspired Shakcsitenre to
tle sulkily. She didn’t Intend ever to pepper. Melt three tublespoonfuls of
In the event that the bride has both write one of his earliest poeina.
fat In n saucepan, add two tnblespoon- or either parents, their names would
France lias a Lucrece which la pop
speak of Uriah to anyone.
“Then you are all alone, now that fuls of flour and when well cooked, most emphatically be used either In ular, and England Imported Lucretin
your mother’s gone? Do I understand stir in the milk and potato. Sprinkle the Invitations or announcement of a In the Eighteenth century.
with the parsley nnd serve.
you haven’t any relatives?”
Lucretia's tallsmnnlc stone is the
marriage. If a bride Is motherless,
“Not anybody,” she hesitated, "at
then the Invitations or announcements red-henrte«! ruby. It has the power to
least, not now. Not anybody but Gus-
are sent out In the name of the father. bring her strength of body, nn In
sle-Piglet here."
However, If a motherless bride Is to vincible spirit and success In every
She touched the little animal with
be married at the home of an aunt, then undertaking. Tuesday Is her lucky
exquisite tenderness. Doctor Pendle-
the Invitations are sent out In the •lay nnd fl her lucky number.
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haven leaned over and, placing one
name of the nunt nnd her husband.
finger under the girl's chin, raised her
It would be perfectly correct for a
face to hla. "Come with me,” he said
father, if he hnd no convenient home
TRii world jeem> rvther
softly.
of his own, to have hfs daughter mar
ried from a sister’s home, when the
Tonnlbel followed him through what
Invitations would run:
seemed to her long miles of halls.
When he ushered her Into a room and
VOL^k.
Mr. John Brown
closed the door, she stood a moment
requests the honor of your presence
Ilkink III get eJjvjted
taking In all its magnificence. The at
at the marr'ge of hia daughter
Jane Louise
mosphere was laden with a heavy per
tkovgk
to
fume of flowers, and then she saw
Mr. William Smith
IF I etn just
something else. A man lay partly
Thursday afternoon April twenty-first
enough.
propped up in bed, his burning gray
at half past three
at the residence of
eyes staring at her.
V
A Canoe Slipped Under the Overhang-
slipped under the overhanging trees
and came toward the canal boat swift
ly. She watched ft coming with no
show of interest Direcffly in front of
her the paddle remained suspended,
and the boat came to a stop. Tonni-
bel’s heart thumped, then seemed to
fall to the pit of her stomach. Here,
right before her, was the Salvation
man.
“How do you do?” he said, smiling
at her. “I see you’re having a nice
time.”
Tonnlbel shook her head.
“No, I ain't and Gussie ain’t
either,” she replied almost sullenly.
By a skillful twist of the paddle,
Philip MacCauley drew the canoe close
to the dock.
“Is this the boat you told me you
lived on?” he asked, climbing up be
side her and holding the canoe fast by
a rope.
“Yea, the Dirty Mary,” answered
Tonnlbel, with a little catch in her
voice. "Now I live on her, I mean to
day.”
"What do you mean by ’now you
live o') her?* ” he asked. “Isn’t this
your home? Didn't you tell me that?”
The girl’s dark head drooped, and
the shower of curls almost covered
Gussie to her short hind legs. Tears
dropped silently.
Philip touched her gently. "Where’s
your mother?" he questioned.
She lifted her head and looked at
him through her tears. She wanted
to confide In some one—yes, she did
want to tell him, but the oath she’d
taken on the gentle Christ flashed Into
her mind.
“She ain’t home Just at present,”
she replied In a low voice.
Oh ,how she wanted to ask him If
he knew of any work she could dot
A b If he had read her thoughts, he
asked abruptly, “Can I do anything
for you? I brought you thia.”
She made a slight movement with
her head but acecpted the card he ex-
tended.
Then there drifted over the quiet
summer day the tolling of the chimes
THE COEERFUL CHEKV&
Mr.
"There! Now I’ll toacli yea
and Mrs. Henry Brown
225 Fifth Avenue.
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Argument for Order.
(TO BB CONTINUUM)
Th« Importance of being orderly Is
shown In the trouble thnt generally re-
suits from misplaced confidence.
(Coorrtaht. by Merlare Syndicate)