I' I TBffiL StnSDAY OSBGONiaa PORTIAyD; JUNE : 11,, -1185. Story of Borrowed Runaway Catboat HE water In front of the Summer nroan resort, Seabourne. was white Kith rumbling, fluttering, flapping Each one had a number on It In p g figures, made out of black canvas, for Iterc was to be a great race for all p!a"jes of boats when the tide turned. ixv. 'l wouia oq in a.ouuL nvo Hours. Tlr biggest and swiftest catboat of tho flat, the Flying Fairy, lay alongside the brat float with a huge racing sail drum- g Jn the wind. Her crew had Just t".'hd bending it on, and they had raised It f j'l and taut to stretch it and discover a"- ::l-ntiiig places. T r Flying Fairy wan bobbing like a c rk and the thundering of the big sail c'. k her from bow to Mem, for all her iral ballast had been removed, and was lyirg on the little pier waiting for her ccw to return from luncheon and ad J:s It. cd Howell and Jim Phillips came nl"ng just then. Fred was from New "icrk. and therefore he had adopted a knowing nautical air when ho became ac quainted with Jim Phillips, who was from t"".e Interior. Frod didn't exactly He; but somehow what he said gave Jim the idea that he was intimately acquainted with crry style of craft that enters the great harbor. As a matter of fact, he had never been cn board of anything except a ferryboat, and all that he knew about other ship ping was from seeing It as It passed up and down the big river and the bay. So when the two boys saw the Flying Fairy and Jim Phillips, staring at the enormous sail, said: "My. but It looks as If that boat would fall right over when phe gets away from the float," of course Fred had to show his superior wisdom, So he said, patronizingly: "Oh, she's stiff enough. Pretty good lines on her. I'd like to hold her tiller in the race and see what she's got In her" "Could you sail a boat with such a big rail as that?" asked Jim in admiring wonder. "ertalnly." said Fred. Seeing signs of Slfcbclief In Jim' face, he stepped Into the boat and took hold of the tiller, shoving It to and fro as he had seen men do. "She minds her helm beautifully." said he. Now she couldn't mind her helm because she was tied fast bow and stern. But Jim Phillips did not know what "minding her helm" meant, and neither, to tell the truth, did Fred Howell. However, It sounded so nautical that 1 cr mm T5W -.kJ ' - -'"at- rtatmoa' I v. " -fill tl - 1 7 shadow crossed 1 . J psAru one go; i VKcn -flroHin rTppt&n Ve,y roO Rome. Jim, with new respect for his friend, also climbed into the catboat. And then the spirit of vanity Impelled Fred to do Just the foolish thing that might be expected of a boy foolish enough to be such a boaster. lie cast oft the lines that held the boat. The next moment he would have given a great deal to undo the deed; for the stiff breeze blew the catboat away from the float instantly, and before he could collect his frightened senses the craft was a hun dred feet offshore. if tiie boys had shouted for help, ail would have been woll, for the boat was only drifting stern foremost, and It would have been easy to row out to her and sail her back. But Fred was too vain to ac knowledge to Jim that he could not sail a boat at all, so he wasted precious time trying to study out how to steer the boat. Nobody on shore noticed anything wrong, for there were so many alls that one more or less did not attract attention. So the Flying Fairy drifted well past the anchored fleet before her owner, looking out of the hotel window, saw her. Just as he ran shouting down to the boach. Fred Howell, still intent on deceiv ing his friend, pushed the long tiller away over to one side. Instantly the huge sail filed and the boat keeled over with a rush, throwing the boys into a heap tinder the gunwale, while the water poured In. - Luckily. Fred had let go of the tiller in his terror when the great sail filled with a roar. This saved their lives, for it gave the boat a chance -to come up In the wind a little. But the big boom, in swinging, shipped the tangled sheet rope around the tiller. and again the boat heeled; then, in the mysterious manner in which sailboats act. she headed around, the rope dipped clear, the bellying salt swung out until the boom was at right angles wltbsthe hull. and the Flying Fairy, light as a feather without her ballast, dashed headlong out into the open ocean! By this time, you may be sure, there were plenty of boats in pursuit. But the Fairy was so much faster than any other craft in the fleet that she soon left them hopelessly behind. There was no vessel propelled by anything except .sails in the harbor, and the tugboat for which the owner of the Flying Fairy telegraphed had to steam 30 miles from the city. So the catboat was out of sight in the At lantic Ocean long before the tug arrived. You may be" sure that Fred Howell had lost an his vanity by that time. Humbly he confessed his Ignorance of boats, and asked Jim Phillips what they would bet ter do. Jim suggested that they pull in the sail: but they did not know how, and so they tried to haul In the sheet rope. Immediately the unballasted boat rolled so hard that it was clear she would cap size. So Jim Phillips said that the only thing to do was to hold the tiller steady so she would sail straight ahead. The Flying Fairy went straight to sea and out of sight of land. As the-"afternoon wore on the wind Increased till the big ocean waves ceased to roll and undu late slowly, as they bad been doing, and began to break into white foam. The cat boat soon took water over her bows, and the boys, inexperienced though they were, perceived that, she was likely to capsize or sink It any of tne great waves sirucx her sideways. 'But Jim Phillips had been studying things, and suddenly he exclaimed: "How foolish wo are! Why not untie all those ropes along the mast and sec 11 tney won't let the sail fall downi" Fred Howell Immediately cast off the ropes than ran down alongside the mast and were fast to cleats at- tM loot or it. The sail came down with a roar, but it -was so distended with wind that It stuck half-way down, and there it flapped so fiercely that the. boat Jumped wildly Into the big, hissing, green, rushing seas. -Cut everything you can reach!" screamed Jim Phillips. Fred Howell obeyed humbly, and the canvas fell In a great heap to the deck." The boys Jumped on It and tied It up, so that the wind should not catch It. Then they could do nothing more. But the Flying Fairy, being so light, rode the seas buoyantly, now that - she was re lieved. Night came but the boys did not sleep. There were too many things to frighten them. Once a school of porpoises, plow ing along In the darkness, swam so close to them, and puffed so terribly, that both Fred and Jim thought a vast sea mon ster had risen-to devour them. Another time they suddenly saw what looked like two big eyes, one red and the other crccn. The thing came on with a terrible noise, until they saw masts and a funnel against tho stars, and realized that It was a steamship. Tney snoutcu'wun all their might, but, though It swept so close to them that its rollers dashed over the catboat, nobody aboard heard them. Next morning at dawn they saw another steamboat a small one It was tho tug. Soon she was alongside. The boys were taken aboard, and back they went to Seabourne. with the Flying Fairy In tow. Fred Howell was cured of boasting from that day on. The owner of the Flying Fairy forgave him and took both boys out many times after that. And whllo the adventure was enough to teach Fred a lesson, he learned still another one In humility, for Jim Phillip, the boy from Inland, learned to sail a catboat long be fore Fred Howell, the New York boy, oio s a I ale i hat Is I old, 0 ByMary Huntington Sunday an's Selected Fiction .Copyright. 1505. by S. S. McClure CtO IT WAS the first of November, but the .grass still showed a pleasant green ness, for hoar frosts were holding oft. trickled on .as if the tongue of the whis perer moved without consciousness from her brain. "Enoch he said ho'd married her in thet The barrenness of tho woods was relieved j bunnlt. an he'd bury her In thet bunnlt. by patches of russet, touched with dull reds and yellows, and through the still air leaves now and then sailed carta warn like slowly descending birds. Because of the Indian Summer mellowness, which rested In dim blue haze upon, the hills. and made the pale sunshine feel sort against the cheek, the front door of Enoch. Weaver's house stood open, and here and there a window was half raised. Teams were fastened about the outbuild ings, and to the yard fence other horses were tied their occasional neighs and tamDlnrs a break upon the silence- Two grizzled middle-aged men. bent upon heavy farm work, shook hands with os tentatious solemnity at the front gate. -We meet again. Mr. Avery-" Yes. Mr. Barbour. An th last sad occasion was th funeral of old SSzs. Tlb-blts." Mr. Barbour, who had the depressed face of one given to seeing the pessimistic side or life, sighed deeply not that Airs. Tibblts had been even an acquaintance, but a sigh seemed appropriate to the sub ject under discussion. Wal, Mr. Avery, we vo all got to travel th same road." Mr. Avery stroked his smooth fat chin contemplatively, as if the thought had never before occurred to him ana ne meant to give It due attention. "Yes. yes that's so." he answered. That's so. Mr. Barbour. It Is, Indeed. The degression of Mr. Barbour s face The Story of the Wise Firemen of Pennyville NE day the schoolmaster and the 1 Mayor of Pennyville were walking toirether. admlrinc the town and the streets and the town pump and the rigs. The Mayor looked all around very t oroudly and said to the schoolmaster. "There is no town like Pennyville. We have everything that a town can pos sibly have and all of tho very best, I do not regret at all that I am giving up my time and talents to it." j "That may all be," said tho school master, who was of a contrary disposi tion. "That may all be, but there Is something that Is lacking In Pennyville." ' Is that so?" said the Mayor haught- ' i'y. "Woll, then suppose you toll me what 't is. But I warn you beforehand that I will not believe It." "No, I will not toll you." said the hoolmaster. "I will tell all the other f'tizens, and maybe you will find it out that way." So the schoolmaster said to every citi zen that ho met: "Do you know that our beautiful town to scream and carry things out of the houses. The women and men fell over each other, and the goats and cows and dogs and chickens and geese and pigs of Pennyville fell over the - men and women, and everybody was so fright ened that the apothecary had to work all the rest of the night making pills. "This will never do!" said all tho people next day. "It would be awful to have such excitement whenever the bell rings." But nobody could think of a way to avoid the trouble till all at once the Mayor struck his forehead and said: "I have It, We will take the clapper out of the bell, and then nobody will get excited, because tho bell will not ring." "Splendid!" said everybody. All the citizens of the town soon learned of the wise deed of the Mayor of PcnnwiHe. and finally the Grand Duke heard of it. So he drove to the town of the wise people and called the Mavor before him and got him to tell the whole story. "What what would you do if a house" caught Arc. now that the firemen can not hear the bell?" asked the Grand Duke. The Mayor scratched his head and thought. Then he said suddenly: 'Please excuse me a minute. Your Royal Highness." and ran away. He returned in halt an hour and said with a bow: "I know now what would happen. The house would burn down. Your Royal Highness, before the firemen heard about It," "Why did ycu go away before you told me thatr' asked tne Grand uukc. "Why. I wanted to- find out, so I set my houso on. flrc to try It." said the Mayor. "You are indeed worthy to be Mayor of Pennyville." said the Grand Duke and all the people shouted, "Hurrah for our Mayor." f Pennyville is sadly behind the age? It has no fire bell to alarm us In case there should bo a fire." The citizens all became very sad when they heard this, for they saw at once that the schoolmaster was right. "What shall we do?" said they. "What shall wc do?" Nobody knew, so they ran to the Mayor and he called a meeting of the Town Council Immediately. Then he addressed them and said: "It is all the doing of that school master. I do not see what we should have a fire bell for, since we hav.e never had a fire." "That Is Just like our Mayor," Eald the schoolmaster. "It Is lucky for you that I am your schoolmaster. It is Just be cause we have nevor had a Are that we need a fire bell, because there is so much to burn. If wc had ever had a lir, of course there would be no danger because there would be nothing left to catch the flames. Anybody who is wise can see that." "Wc are all very wise." cried all the people and tho Town Council, "far we tan see It at once." "Me. too," said the Mayor proudly. So the schoolmaster and the beadle and the shoemaker were ordered to buy a fire bell and they hung It In a tower in the middle of the town. . "Now we must have firemen," said the Mayor. "Let us have an election." The citizens went around, and each one said to the other: "You voto for me and I will vote for you." When the voting was over, each citl zen had one vote, so each one bought him self a fireman's suit and was vory glad "We must have a Fire Commissioner and a chief and a captain," said the Mayor. "We will take the jobs," cried tho schoolmaster, the beadle and the shoe maker. "What good reason have you to offer?" asked, the Mayor, haughtily. "We want them. That's why!" cried they. "What an excellent reason!" exclaimed the public So the schoolmaster and the beadle and the shoemaker wore appoint ed. "We must do something to show that we have an official position." said they "Lot us ring the fire bell tonight to try It,' said the beadle. So they rang It aftor all the people had gone to bed. Hardly had the first sounds of the bell pealed out before everybody Jumped out ot bed and began "Ob hustle up you bully boys. Magulre eald one car. "A big windjammer's off the coast, a beating for the bay. AM we have got to race for her. Tfcs Juno' rot the tip: She's half-ray to tho Hook by now. a-gtrlng ui the slip." We swung the aacy Kitty out and drove her down the stream. TIN the feew wave that piled In frost looked 'most like beaten cream. We overhauled the Jus as she pounded down the Swash. A ltd when we made the pea sea. she labored In our wash. We laughed to foe feer 5rp astern. "Slow up," cald Bill Macuire. Te beat that eM tea kettle we don't seed a rearing fire." Fr twenty mites we pitched and rolled, the sex was runnlnr hlrh: T1H we made eet a woolly cloud low on the southern sky. "Hang It 'said Sill. "thert fos ahead. If we doa't alrht that ship Before the thing drifts down oa us. I guess we'll lose our trip." It spread as from a rpoctlng stack, and even while be spoke It's whlta . wet folds rolled over us and hid us in Its smoke. But Bill liar" I re drove straight on. till, sndden through the gloom. Uere U a little lexson tn msklntr pictures. Suppoe yen fill In the nnc pic tures of the series an dtee if you can get a result tike the art let wbo made this one. He said phe was Jest as much his bride now as she ever was." "Do tell!" Mrs. Brisgs gasped again. "Yes. He's teched. of course a little' teched. Th' Idea of beln laid out In a bunnlt! Whoever heard of such a thing? An don't you think Enoch declares his wife ain't dead only slecpln'? Says- if th minister .calls her dead he won't never go Inside a church again. I pity th' min ister:" Just then from the hall sounded the minister's voice, vibrating with feeling. Ho was new to the place, having occu pied tho pulpit but six months, and this was the first funeral since his pastorate began. He waa a young man, with Ideas which seemed hardly orthodox to even tenored country folk: and there were few present who did not wonder how he could avoid what might seem like consciousness that the woman beside whom the old man watched, as we watch the sleep of one we love, had been dressed for the grave in a way which exceeded all precedent- Necks craned, ears strained: curiosity was agog to catch the words of this stripling, fresh from divinity school. "Probably there is not one of you here today who did not know the wife of Enoch Weaver better than it has been my privi lege to know her you knew her quiet, un obtrusive life, her kindness as a neigh bor, her faithfulness as a helpmeet; you knew how dear she was to hlra. who. alone In old age, sits, the mourner ot mourners, beside the one whom 60 years ago he brought here a bride and whose face, as she lies with her silvery white hair agalnrt the time-yellowed white of lifted slightly, it is pleasant to xeri uuii ner weddlng bonnet. Is sUH to him the ono has spoken to effect. He shook his face cj tne bride so many yesterdays re head to deepen the philosophy ot his last moved. To those of us to whom God ha3 A oea ghost higher than a church, we saw th vessel Icon. Then as we ssrunc around her Kern to take her leeward side. With bootlzx bora the Juao. lost, came blundering down the tide. She heaved a Mne. They took it. In that fog all they could see Was Jort a phastoa tug aad so they thought that It was we. Then BUI Maguira bottled up. aad shouted: "Say. let go! Don't tell rse that you didn't know tho Kitty bad this' tow!" The Juno'a captain raag his bell and laughed: "Magutre. tey. A tow is his who gets It when tho Juno comes that way." "Oh. say you soT' Magulre cried, and Jingled sharp and abrUL I turned In evry pound of steam and drove her with a will Straight at the Juao's Quarter with." a smssh aad roar we rlpped. The water broke oieen over her. so deeply was she dipped. Then BUI swept off aad turned again to rara ber In the bow. It tilted the old Juno up and rolled ber like a scow. Sooa aa the Kitty backed away, tha Juno'a captain spoke: "Oh. take your tow; I guess that you doa't understand a Joke!" You're wrong." said Bill. "I made a very clever Joke Jest cow. It had a good point to U-th Saucy Kitty's bow." Temark. and said Enoch's pretty much broke up over ms loss. I s'pose." "That's what thoy say." Mr. Avery re plied, hurriedly. "Wal. I guess I'll bo go- In Into the house." He passed on and disappeared through. the open ooor. Mr. Barbour saw a phae ton not ft r from the gate and tne nutter of alighting skirts. He guesral that his companion had made haste to avoid a courtesy, and with disgust at such ooor Ishness. went to offer his own services. Tho younger of the two women glanced around at him. "Mr. Barbour!! hitch Dolly an' blanket her, mother. I'm so glad that I shan t have to get hair all over tnis navy mue skirt- She's shedding dreadfully, and white hair does show so!" "S'h!" murmured the other. Then, with a nod of smiling relief: "Why, Mr. Bar bour! Yes. thanks, we 11 be glad to have you 'tend to th horse. A horse Is a bother to women. Isn't It drctful sad about Mrs. Weaver goln so sudden? I do pity her husband. My! what a lot of teams there are here. I guess itii be a real big funeral. I think a small funeral always seems forlorn as If a body hadn't any friends. Simon couldn't get away today. He's behind with husk- In an' everything, this Fall, an' nes sprained his ankle a little, too. Ho was complalnln this mornln about luck. tut I told him he wasn't half so bad oft as old Enoch Weaver, who hasn t even a glrl'llke Angel here left to him." Mr. Barbour was not so pessimistic nut that he glanced at the comely and still fresh face of "Simon s ' wife. "I sh'd think not," he said. Angel went slow"" ou ahead. leaving her mother and Mr. Barbour to follow the subdued sound of their voices meaningless in her ears. The leaves rustled under her feet, and she looked down at them with the half consciousness with which she let her eyes lift to the beauty of the haze- wrapped hills stretching away, and away. and away into the blue etner. bne was thinking rebelllously how she hated- funerals, and how she wished her mother would have let her stay at home. And what was there sad about the death of such an old person as Mrs. Enoch Wea ver? Why she was SO! How could one wish to live to be SO? She tried to Imag ine what life would seem like at SO and her thoughts trailed into blankness. for great. Indeed. Is tho space between to and 19! She had never spoken to Mrs. Enoch Weaver, but she remembered seeing her occasionally a rather bent little woman, with white hair and Tclndly eyes and cheeks red as a withered Winter apple. Her face had plead the young girl . . . and yet to be SO! A Concord buggy, with a frisky sorrel horse, drove rapidly up to the gate, and Angel, with a quick glance at the driver, started for the open door. Her mother called to her In a sharp undertone: "Angelina!" She paused obediently, keeping her back to the gate. Her mother, leaving Mr. Barbour to greet the new arrivals as if he was master of ceremonies, reached her side. "Why. what In th world alls you, Ange lina Briggs? Anybody'd think you never'd been to a funeral before, an' I took you three times while you was a baby in arms. 'Taln't a party to go rushln in like that," "I didn't know I was rushing." Angel said, with hushed Indignation and a blush which passed as swiftly as It came. "Then you'd better know. An I won't hev you answerin' so putcheky. You've been putcheky ever sencc th' . surprise party at th church last week. I guess surprise parties don't agree with you. Walt I want to speak to Mrs. Woodman- soe! How d'ye do. Mrs. WoodmanseeT Nice day for a funeral, ain't It? No rea son why most everybody can t come seem's though. 1 see Tom fetched you." "Tes-s-s," Mrs. Woodmansee said soft ly. She was a large woman with a purr ing voice. "His father couldn't get away as he s one o tn" jurors on mat case In court to town now. Tom don't like funerals, but I made blm fetch me. How d'y do. Angel?" Angel didn't want to come, eitner. due Insisted, as Simon couldn't spare th time," Mrs. Briggs said, wondering why the child should blush again under Mro. Woodmansee's greeting. She hoped Angel wasn't developing bashfulness at 19. Dretful sad 'bout Mrs. Weaver, ain't itr Mrs. Woodmansee nodded solemnly tnat It was very sad indeed, and with an all over glance which took In the other's dress from headgear to shoes, the two women went into the house Angel follow ing. The sitting-room and parlor, square front rooms opening out of the long, nar row hail, were filled with people sitting in decorous silence, ana tne nan was lined with, standing men. The undertaker. waiting upon the lowest stair opposite .tne open front door, came lorwara wiin tne suave manner of his kind, and carried some extra, chairs Into the dining-room beyond which was already well crowaea. Angel went on after her mother with a sensation oz relief, ror ner glance into me parlor bad shown her a. coma, oesioa which sat a bent old man- A few whis pered greetings met them as they took scats. ' "Awful queer "bout her havin on her weddin' bunnlt. ain't Itr whispered & woman next to Mrs. Briggs. "What? Hadn't you heard? Yes. Enoch Insisted iiBon her beln laid out In her weddin bunnlt: took on so th. undertaker said they'd better let him hev his way. His uncle was Jest as odd as be could be. you know always wore two coats, th shortest outside, an when his wife died he hung himself In th smoke-house an wasn't found for three days, though they hunted high an low. Sairey Ann Wetcott corns In to help here after Mrs. Weaver died, an she said if 'twasn't fur that bunnit th poor sould would 'a' made a beautiful corpse. Thet looks like she come out o the ark. of course." "Do tell!" Mrs. Briggs gasped back. In astonishment, while Angel listened nerv ously, halt fascinated, yet with a feeling of repugnance to this 'gossip, which given the blessing of a good woman's love, to those of us to whom such bless ing is yet to come. It brings a feeling of reverence ror our own that she who rests In yonder room is still a bride to the bridegroom of 60 years ago will always be a bride. Shall we think of her as dead? No for she sleeps!" The people sat stir less, expectant, strangely moved yet many of them hardly comprehending. And as they sat thus the minister's girl wlfe, on the hall ptalrs, began to sing with rare tenderness the words of Mrs. Browning's "Sleep." The tenor-soprano loft behind it a hush thrilling with sacredness; the minister's voice broke as he said: "Let us pray Tom sh'd fetch th team before I get around, tell him I shan't be long." She moved ponderously away her pur ring voice wafted softly back ta the girl, who stood, flushed and silent, looking after the three figures until they were lost to sight behind the white stones on the slope of the cemetery hill. The waters ot the little pond beyond the cemetery slope gleamed blue; a light wlnd rustled some crisp leaves at her feet; the branches ot a near hackmatack tree sighed llsplngly like waves upon a beach. Absorbed In thought as she was. the blending of sound covered a step be hind her but a shadow elongating In the westering sun suddenly fell past her Into the open grave. With a start she turned from the blue pond waters to meet the young fellow behind. "O Tom!" His frank face was working with emo tion. "I saw you when you kissed him! No body else would have thought to do it. I'm sorry I got mad at nothing th' even ing of th' surprise uarty. Angel." "O Tom!" Between the two utterances of his name was such a gamut of feeling as scales from surprise to Joy. Through the Indian Summer mellowness a bluebird, belated In Its Winter migration, fluted once." twice, thrice from the hackmatack tree, and flew away toward the foliage-denuded, haze-covered hill?, warbling melodi ously of Spring! Spring! Spring! the Spring which beat In the hearts of two who kissed beside an open grave, with Autumn and Age and Death forgotten. It was Angol who. remembering, said with a choke In her throat: "I'm glad she was burled In her wed ding bonnet. Tom." Angel had learned now how one might wish to live to be SO; . . . yet SO was far away! Tom did not answer, for. look ing radiantly into her eyes, he saw mir rored, as It were, her own face, .sweet and blushing and alive framed in a wed ding bonnet! Only a Girl "What do you think of it. ff Hows?" and Cliff Morton drew his face into a long and lugubrious frown to express hi3 own feel ings on the subject. Ben drew a long breath.' "Well, It's just this way," he said as though there was but one solution to the problem, "we've got to cut her dead. That's the only way. Tho Idea of a girl One by one those assembled Dassed In 1 belnsr tied to our heels all Summer. Why. single nie through the rooms to look It a It s wordless." good-bye at Enoch Weaver's bride. An gel held back until the last; not now be cause of her usual nervous shrinking from looking at Death, but because an emotion, against which she fought down a choke in the throat, made It seem like profanation that any curious gaze should fall upon the dead this day. When she went up to the coffin, against which Enoch Weaver rested the withered, trem ulous hand of age, as he had don throughout the service, she saw. framed among the white lilac blossoms of a time- I yellowed white silk bonnet, a serene old face which smiled the bride smile of 60 years ago. She looked from that smile to the mourner and he. lifting his eyes as he had not done while the others filed by. met tnose or the girl brimming with pas sionate sympathy. "Oh!" she said softly. and then she was slipping away In con fusion at her own Impulsiveness, for she had bent and kissed the old man's wrin kled cheek. The cemetery was at the foot of the hill, a quarter mile below Enoch Weav- Cliff shook his bead and glanced toward the sitting-room window. They had just come from an Interview with their moth er, and he did not wish her to hear their .unfavorable comments. "We can't do that, boy3," he said, de cisively. "It wouldn't be fair to mother. She's turned the girl over to our care, you know, and we can't cut her direct. Be sides, the girl Isnt to blame; she's an orphan and counts on us cheering her up." Archie considered. "Can't we let her into some ot our plans?" he suggested. "Some of those that require plenty of spunk and strength, I mean. She 11 be glad enough to drop out pretty soon, and spend her time around the house with the chickens and cats. Then she'll be satisfied, and mother'!! be satisfied, and we'll be free to go our own way." The boys brightened. That evening the girl came, and the next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Morton smiled across at the boys and said: "Now you may show Edna round and cr"s house, and nearly all present went j make It as pleasant for her as you can. soberly down the grassy roadside bank to where In the small burylnir nlaca heap of fresh earth marked a newly dug grave; tne nearse. followed by two or three carriages, turned In through the Iron gates after the people, and the bride of 60 years ago was lowered to her last resting place. Standing on the edge of the crowd which hemmed the minister the bearers, the few remote cousins who had joined the little procession, and the chief mourner, who leaned tremulously on the undertaker's arm Angel heard the minister repeating: "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes"; and then, after a pause which seemed part of the autumnal hush: "We spend our years as a tale that Is told " " Tne chief mourner was ;ed away, his dim eyes turning backward to the grave, and among these about him youneer. alert and strong he looked like an Au tumn leaf that, shaken from the bough. was waiting In. sear uselessncss the pity ing anrouaai of winter snows. The crowd drifted away by easy degrees, for tne brief afternoon was already waning. and further delay meant "chores" by lantern light. Angel found herself be side the open grave with only her moth er, Mrs. Woodmansee, and the woman who had whispered about the wedding bonnet. "I've enjoyed the funeral so much! Alrft you, Mrs. Briggs? It passed off reel well. Mr. Bennett, the undertaker, does know how to manage things. But I b'lleve peo pie would 'a cried more if they'd known what was comln. We was all so took up with wonderin what th minister would say that there wasn't hardly a tear shed. It didn't seem right- An' th' min ister's wife ought to 'a chose a more lamentln hymn. Why. death , wasn't nothlnat all th' way she sung. ' Angel flashed a quivering face upon the speaker. "wnat th ministers wire sung was beautiful! beautiful." The critic stared, startled at such vehe mence. "Mebbe 't was," she acquiesced hur riedly. "But It does seem as If th' mln Ister ought to 'a preached a reel sermon, tellln' about her many virtues. That's th way things -was done when I was young. An It th person was deservln'. like Mras. Enoch Weaver, they was al ways spoke of as loo kin down on us from heaven. I sh'd think sech a dis course would 'a been more edlfytn' an soothln' to poor old Enoch than all that hlfalutln' talk. But th minister was reel smart to get In. as he did about th bunnlt, an she. poor creeturl looked a pretty corpse In spite of bavin It on. However, It's a- pity nobody dared take It off before folks see her. "It isn't either!" Ansel flashed again "Angelina!." But the maternal warn ing was given with an unusual degree ot gentleness. Mrs. Woodmansee spoke In her purring voice. "S"po3Jn we women go an see th' new monyment Deacon Babbit has put up to th' lower end of th cem'try. Angel. If Maybe she would like to go out on the lake." "Yes, Indeed," the- girl said, quickly. I'm very fond of rowing and sailing, or." as she noticed the blank looks on tha boys faces, "we might try the horses, or or bicycles." "We we thought of going out on our stilts," hesitated Cliff. "We've got some new one3. but they're pretty high." ..The stilts were brought out to a high bank at the foot of the garden. Archie was rather awkward in mounting his, and when .he finally moved away from the bank Cliff was fully 20 yards distant. whllo several paces in front of him was Edna, walking as composedly as it stilts were an every-day means of locomotion. That evening the boys gathered In their favorite place for consultation, the ridge pole of the barn. They were never inter rupted there. I tell you what It Is, fellows." said Archie, emphatically, "that girl will be a chum worth having. Why, you ought to havo seen her swing the Indian clubs after dinner. She's the best boy among us." And Cliff and Ben pounded-their fists against the barn roof in hearty assent. Solution of "Uncle Sam's Checker Puzzle. The solution of last Sunday's checker puzzle was as follows: The first object at the top of the "board to select was FROG. Thence tho moves were to ROPE. ANCHOR, NOOSE, (I LAW and EYE. The initials of these various ob jects spell FRANCE, which Is the name of the nation with which Uncle Sam was supposed to be playing this game. Solution or Iiast Sunday's Play Algebra Puzzle. The answer to the puzzle of what tha boy In last - Sunday's picture was carry ing was LILIES. Two times one-fifth of LIGHT made LIU, as explained last Sunday. Then came a PLUS mark and then one-third and then the picture ot an ESKIMO. Now one-third ot ESKI MO would be ES. That would make the solution, LILI plus ES. which Is LILIES. A Numerical Word Puzzle, I am a word of letters elzht. My whole spells something simply great. My head'o a letter rare of use. My tall you'll and In every noose. My 5 wherever it la heard Itself .sounds like a perfect word.. My 3. 4. 5 a beast will name That once was wild and now Is tame. Now If my whole you would descry Just think what's coming in July. A Half Dozen Biddies. - (1) What times are the beat? (2) What way is farthest awrayr (3) What tree has no leaves? (4) What comb Is best? 3 What Is the biggest ant? (6) What shoe has no sole? ' rut im bug: I ft? VD HISS. . : JAD J?I. YU S. 1D JNGH AN JNF ARt yir. S Jim vrrir c A n -Cr sr trrt TnL 'Jf&JLSF&D 7iR J& JS 77NV m$$ TV- JINI TS1- BOJSJNQ CLUB, : THE PICTURE PUZZLE OF THE JILTED BUG. There is one single word that will nt all the blank spaces In the verse In this picture correctly and make It read smoothly. What la it?