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Newspaper Page TextTTTTC "RTrNTAT OREfsOXTATT, PoT?TLANl), XOVOnKR YW, 1914. An Army Boy In Meilm, by Captain C. E. Kilboume, United Status Army. Illustrated. 1.25. The penn Publishing Co., Phila delphia. Our author Is esteemed in this city not only as an American novelist who delights in depicting Army life, but as a former Portland resident. He was one "of the office staff In the United States Weather bureau of this city when B. S Pague was official weather forecaster, and has a small host of de voted friends in. Oregon. Captain Kilbourne, novelist. Is al ready favorably known as the author of these two successful stories of American Army life. "An Army Boy In pekin" and "An Army Boy In the Philippines." "An Army Boy In Mexico" Is a story of dramatic intensity, sustained Inter est, and often of humor. It is a splendid picture of the Mexican peon. There is little chance in it to display patriotic sentiment, ard consequently there Is none this time, because Mexico Is shown before the arrival of that army volcano. Villa. The period illus trated is evidently the Mexico of quite recent date, under the Diaz regime. Again, the novel is significant as be ing absolutely without loe Interest or mawkish sentiment. There isn't abso lutely a single love-stricken swain In It quite a refreshing ex'perience. The two dashing young heroes are lieutenants Donald Page and Henry Kearney, presumably of the Eleventh United States Cavalry. They are at their alma mater, the Virginia Military Institute, Harper's Ferry, Va., when telegrams are received ordering them to Washington, I. C, at the office of the Adjutant-General. Here is a picture of Page and Kear ney, of 1914: "Both 'Were beautifully set up and moved with the grace ot perfectly balanced muscles. Kearney was tall and slender, wtih the twin kling blue eyes that go with Irish blood. Page was shorter and heavier, his face was somewhat graver in ex pression, and his dark' eyes and hair completed the contrast. Both seemed very young for the position they filled, but there was a look of self-confidence that comes only after dangers and difficulties have been met and over come. For an American, Don Page had an unusual blemish his ears had been pierced, the result of one of his adventures In the Philippines." Both young men are 21 years old. and the Adjutant-Oeneral of the United (states Army issues orders detailing them on ar secret mission Into the in terior of Mexico. He speaks of the possibility of the United States inter fering In Mexico to restore order, and says that it would be wiser to possess data concerning roads, etc.. in Mexico, than revert to our reckless campaign Jn Cuba, where easily three-fourths of the suffering and death were due in large measure to our Ignorance of the interior, roads, etc., of that country. Page and Kearney, who speak Spanish, sire . asked to pay, special attention to the moving of troops and the capacity cf the country to support them. Our heroes meet with an unemployed cowpuncher named Joe Knight, also known as Mormon Joe, and they hire him as guide, cook and friend. The three adventurers start off on horse back explorihg Mexico, on the pretense that they were surveying for a rail road, and are surrounded by an out post guard of Yaqul Indians. A parley ensues, and Martoc, son of Cajame, the Yaqul chief, is suspicious of the. three Americans, but a visit to the head Quarters of the tribe shows that the Americans, instead of being agents of the ruthless Mexican government, are friends. The Yaquis live ii an irri gated valley whch they have largely made habitable and productive by their own labor. It is shown that these In dians have been driven from settlement after settlement by the Mexican gov ernment, and that the Yaqul cultivated valleys have been presented to favor ites or corporate Interests approved of by President Diaz. On proceeding to the nearest town, en route for their surveying expedition, our heroes found the place swarming with Mexican soldiers and rurales, ap parently on the eve of a raid. The lat ter was directed against the Taqul set tlement which Page and his friends' had just left. The raiders proposed to! confiscate the property, largely for themselves and to sell the Yaqul In dians as slaves to Senor Momy, of the Hacienda Buena Vista, of Yucatan, at the rrite of 100 pesos per man. .Our three Americans ride to the Taqui settlement and warn their- In dian friends of the coming raid. The Indians fight bravely against big odds and superior, up-to-date firearms, but are worsted and the survivors carried off to slavery in. Yucatan. The-women and children are left behind, and the chief's wife confides to Kearney that the tribe had 8000pesos In a secret place. Bucko Han's, who runs the blockade and sells modern rifles and ammunition to Yaquis, and . rebels, .is found in hiding, and he and sur three Americans escape the raiders bypre tending to be suffering from a fright ful attack of smallpox.- Cajame, the Yaqui chief, had made a deal with Bucko Hawes by which Cajame was. to nuy a shipload of modern high-power rifles for til. 000 Mexican. As soon as Kearney and his friends are convinced that the raiders have left with their captives they make a deal with Hawes to supply the Yaquis. .with rifles, etc. on a port off Yucatan." Our Americans reach the plantation of Don Morny. Yucatan, and make a . Tjogus deal with Morny's rascally man ager to buy the Indian slaves for so much per head. The rhanager whips the Indians to make them work at ex cessive speed on the plantation. The Kearney-Hawes crowd secretly arms the Yaquis,. who rise in revolt, against the cruelty of Don Rafael Munoa, tb.e manager, and fight their-way to free dom. " , , " - , - . The story, which has special appeal' for boys from 13 to 17 years' of age (and even older boys) was loaned to The Oregojiian for review purposes by B. S. Pague,- . . The Mental TTealth of the Hrlioul Child, ty J. K. Wallace Wallln. Pb. D..-.$2. Yale University Press. New Haven,; Conn. That the physically defective child tends, to become the juvenile criminal, is no longer a subject for doubt. It is widely agreed that It Is more bene ficial .and economical to society' at large0 to save the defective or delin quent child, than to wait until maturity to try to reform the hardened criminal adult. Here Is a book of 463 pages, with a convenient index, furnishing expert preventive advice on such subjects, a took that represents the wide eiperU . ence or Dr.' Wallln, professor or clini cal psychology and director of psveho educational clinic. School of Education. University of Edinburgh. Scotland, and director-elect of psycho-educational clinic. St. Louis, Mo., public schools. . Many of the papers found in thia volume have been printed already, and it is a great boon to find .tiese. and others. In this helpful book. Its central .thought is: The psycho-educational clinic in relation to child welfare, with contributions to a new science of ortho phonies and orthoaomatics. The book is easily the chief authority of its kind. These sample quotations are worth attention by all parents, guardians and social workers: Jnventj--two and three-tenths per cent of Siy.ws mnaren examined in isew YorH Citv in lfill were reoorted as requiring treatment. Physical defects in children are not re stricted to any clime, race, environment, or "1 .leave my character " I ' - :::::":?:-:':;:0:v ""v:':1:1 K'!':. ;w;:wix..vi:;: ...... ::.''.':'-:y- tf-.-ity-:: '-y'-y.:.' V ' ' .. .. ' ..v..' S-.-. ... CAPTAft C. ES. KlLBOl'RJiG, of K. S. Army. AUTHOR OF "AN UWT BOY IN MEXICO" social condition. The children in sunny California, no less than the children of the cold or humid North. East or West; the children of the country, no leas than the children 'of the city; the children of the rich, no less than the children of the poor labor under various forms of physical handi caps which are usually subject to meliora tion or cure. A child abnormal In body probably cannot remain normal In mind: he will tend to be. come morally perverse and criminal. Tda Drums of the 47th. by Robert J. Bur dette. SI. The Bobbs-Merrill Company. Indianapolis. 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I will not re .trfeat a single inch, and I will be seen. Triads what a flag is for. How do you carry yours. Christian? A man doesn't love anything or anybody very well, unless he Is w.lling to die for It. Not necessarily to kill someone else, you understand. But to die yourself. To present your body, a living sacrifice." The 8earrh for the Spy. by Ross Kay. 60 cents. Four illustrations. Barse & Hop kins. New York City. v This story is stated to be the first volume of a Aew war series for boys, a series which, is planned in"he interest of, wholesome fiction. Boys will be sure to like this yarn boys of, say, ten years old and upward. There is plenty of excitment in the recital, and bright conversation abounds. The scenes are laid in England, last Summer, just before the outbreak of the big war. The hero is Earl Piatt, who with his twin brother, Leon, was 17 years of age. 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A communication has been received stating that Mr. Williams' new book of artistic worth, "Yosemite and Its High Sierra," will be ready for publication. Wednesday. Mr. Williams is well and favorably known in this city, where he was sev eral years ago a resident, for the ap peal and intrinsic inner value of his previous books, particularly "The Mountain That Was God," and "The Guardians of the Columbia." Mr. Williams portrays other scenes but performs a similar duty in making better known to his fellow Americana a like storied region and wonder world of tourist appreciation, described in "Yosemite and Its High Sierra," A prospectus of the book, newly received, shows that it will win recognition not alone for the beauty of its illustrations but for the graphic and fin literary qualities of its . reading matter. Tht new book will be in large 8vo., with eight four-color plates from paintings by Chris Jorgensen, maps, and more than 210 halftones, now for the first time presenting as a whole, the scen ery of the Yosemite National Park. Vital Issues s In Christian Science, issued by York Cltv Christian Science In- the New Btitute. Aus-usta E. Stetson. C. S. D., prin rmal. 5-.au. u. i . futnamg Sons, New loru city. N . ? There is a record of 405 pages of tin settled questions which arose In the behind me." Sheridan. year 1909, between the directors of the Mother Church, the First Church of Christ, Scientist, of Boston, Mass.. and First Church of Christ, Scientist. New York City, eight of its nine trustees and 16 of its practitioners. Facsimiles of excerpts and letters of Mary Baker Eddy are furnished. The matter printed in this book re fers largely to a church ' dispute. The Oregonlan has no desire to air such at this late day. The Patrol of the Son Dance Trail, by Kalph Conner. S1.2&. 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Above this pleated skirt is a ripple tunic of navy serge in uneven length bordered with black monkey fur. The sleeveless bodice is of serge; sleeves of gay plaid. Across one shoul der in the Scotch Highlander fashion is draped a length of the plaid, which crosses the serge bodice and extends downward at the frcnt in a sash end. Over it is drawn a sash end of the serge and the two sashes, taffela and serge meet at the back of the hip and snap fasten together under a straight falling sash end of plaid. Women who own handsome .hand embroidered collar and . cuff sexs of sheer white batiste or handkerchief lawn are dipping them in a solution of weak tea or powdered ochre water to give them the delicately creamy tone that is considered now more fashion able than pure white. Creamy natural t Ilk stockings are also more fashion able with buttoned walking and danc lng boots than stockings of pure white. Couturiers Close Places to Fight for France. Nearly Ryrry Noted Man Dressmak er of Paria la at Frost and Even Women Go aa Nnraea. .. f& you are' hesitating about buying a X tempting frock and the saleswoman whispers, enticingly, "A genuine Paris model, madam, which we managed to procure along with a .consignment of belated orders," don't be too easily convinced unless the line and' style of that frock bespeak it plainly a model designed as far back as last Spring. Very, very few, and very, oh. very expensive are tne French models that come to America these days. They are not being offered at bargain prices in "department stores by any means, and the chief reason is that there is scarcely anybody to make French frocks. Most of the men dressmakers in Paris went to the war as noon as the call to arms' was heard, and not a few of the women dressmakers have gone into the Red Cross. The .rest seem too . sad and depressed to take any interest in the business of making and selling frocks. Of the couturiers who gave up the building of fashions to fight for France, Paul Poiret was one of tne Tlrst, By August 4 M. Poiret was in his uniform and on the wajr to the front. The Worth Bros, shipped all the costumes "that they had on hand over to England and departed for the war. Doeuillet also ' sold out every thing on hand and marched to tne front- Beer closed his place the first day of the war; Bechoff David like wise. - Women detained in Paris through the first weeks of the war bought up all there was in the way of available costumes; that is, those women who had ready money in gold, for the couturiers would accept nothing else and many old patrons who habitually run up bills, which are paid by . check upon their arrival at home, were so angry at being refused credit that they came away from Paris without, as one American woman puts it, "a rag to wear this Winter." MENUS OF THE WEEK ' Tuesday. , - Brown Soup Lentil Loaf. Celery Sauce Glazed Sweet Potatoes Apple Salad Grape Juice, Gelatine Whip Coffee Wednesday. Vegetable Broth Roast Lamb Shoulder Rolled with Savory Dressing Potatoes Cauliflower Lettuce Salad Baked Apples Coffee . - Thursday. - Tomato Soup Shepherd's pie. Potato Crust Minced Carrots and Onion Lettuce Salad Ginger Bread Pudding Coffee Friday. ' Vegetable Cream Soup Baked Halibut. Plquante, Sauee Mashed Potatoes " Russian Salad Apple Pie. Coffee - Saturday. Celery Broth " fc Broiled Meat Cakes with Rico Creamed Oyster Plant Chicory and Carrot Salad - - Caramel Pudding Coffee Sunday. - Vegetable Broth Casserole of Veal or Chicken Sweet Potatoes Scalloped Celery Lettuce and Cheese Salad Jellied Fruits with Cream Coffee , T Monday. Noodle Soup Beef Short Ribs. Spanish Sauce Potatoes Cauliflower Salad ,. Apple Tapioca Coffee PRESIDENT HONORS HERO Texas Switchman Gets Medal for Savins Woman's Life. WASHINGTON, Nov. IS. President Wilson, upon the recommendation of the Interstate Commerce Commission, awarded to W. A. Holley, a switchman, of Greenville, Tex., a medal of honor for saving a life. Mrs. Sallie Griffith, 63 years- old, be came confusedcrossing a track in front of a rapidly-approaching train. Holley, at imminent danger of his -own life, carried her out of danger. To accompany the medal of honor, which was the 15th recommended by the Commission, the President wrote a personal letter of commendation. DawriO' CHAPTER X (Continued) ; Wildly I longed to decline, but I dared not. So I only nodded, 'for fear of the great lump in my throat, and taking Krau Knapf's hand I turned and fled wtiV her. Frau Knapf was mut tering: - Du Hund! Du unverschamter"Hund du!" in good Billinarssrate German, and wiping her eyes with her -apron. And I dressed with trembling fingers beV Cause I dared not otherwise face the brave little Austrian, the pluck little aborigine who, with the donning of the new AmeriKaniBctie gown -had acautred some real Araerikanlsch nerve. CHAPTER XI. Vol Gerhard Speaks, Of von Gerhard I had Niot had x glimpse since that evenlngbf my hys terical outDuret. On Christmas day there had come a box of roses so huge that I could not find vases enough to hold its contents, although I pressed into service everything from Mason Jars from the kitchen to hand-painted atrocities trom the parlor. After I had given posies to Frau Nirlanger. and fastened a rose In Frau Knapf's hard knob of hair, where it bobbed In lu dicrous discomfort. I still had enough to mi tne wasn oowi. My room looked like a grand opera star's boudoir when she Is expecting the newspaper re porters. I revealed in the glowing fragrance of the blossoms and felt very eastern and luxurious and popular. It had been a busy, happy, work-filled week. In which I had had .to snatch odd moments for the selecting of cer tain wonderful toys for the Spalpeens. There bad been dolls and doll clothes and a marvelous miniature kitchen for the practical and stolid Sheila, and In genious bits of mechanism that did un believable things when wound up for the clever, imaginative Hans. I was noi to have the joy of seeing their wide-eyed delight, but I knew that there would follow certain laboriously scrawled let ters, filled with topsy-turvy capitals and crazily leaning words of thanks to tne doting old auntie who had been such good fun the Summer before. Boarding-house Christmases had be cqme an old story. I had learned to ac cept them, even to these obscure and foreign parts of turkey which are seen only on boarding-house plates, and which would be recognized - nowhere else as belonging to tl.at stately bird. Christmas at Knapf's had been u. happy surprise; a day of hearty good cheer and kindness. There had even been & Christmas tree, hung with stoogy uerman angels and pfeffer nuesse and pink-frosted cakes. I round myself the gewildered recipient ot , girts from everyone from the Knapfs, and the aborigines and even from one of the crushed-looking wives. The aborigine whom they called Frits had presented me with a huge and Im posing Lebkuchen. reposing in a box with frilled border,- ornamerrted with quaint little red-and.-green German fig ures In sugar and labeled Nunberg in stout - letters, for It bad come: all the way from that kuchen-famous city. The Lebkuchen I "placed on my mantel shelf as befitted so magnificent a work of art. It was quite too ebaborate and imposing te- be sent the way of ordin ary food, although it had a certain tan talizing, spicy scent that tempted- one to break off a corner here and there. On the afternoon of Christmas day I sat down to thank Dr. von Gerhard for the flowers, as prettily as .might be. Also I asked his pardon, a thing not hard to do "with the perfume of his roses filling the room. "For you," I wrote, "who are so wise in the ways of those tricky ' things called nerves, must,' know that it was only a mild hysteria that made me say those most unladylike things. I have written Norah all about it. She has replied, advising me - to stick to the good-fellow role but not to drees the part. So when next you see me I shall be a perfectly safe and sane comrade In petticoats. And I promise you no more putbursts. So it happened that on the afternoon of New Year's day Von Gerhard and I gravely wished one another many hap py and impossible things-for the com ing year, looking fairly and squarely into each other's eyes as we did so. ' "So," said Von Gerhard, as one who is satisfied. "The nerfs are steady to day. What do you say to a brisk walk along the Jake shore. to put us In a New Year frame of mind, and then a supper downtown somewhere, with a toast to .Max and Norah?" , "You've saved my life. Sit down here in the parlor and gaze at the crepe paper oranges while I powder my nose and get into some street clothes. I have such, a story to tell you! It has made me quite contented with my lot." The story was that of the Nirlangers; and as we struggled against a1 brisk lake breeze I told it, and. partly be cause of tbebreeze and pafuy because of the story, there were tears In my eyes when I had finished. Von Ger hard stared at me aghast. .- "But you are crying!" he marveled, watching a tear slide down my nose. "I'm not," I retorted. "Anyway, I know it. I think I may blubber if I choose to, mayn't I, as well as. other womenr "Blubber? repeated Von Gerhard, he of the careful and cautious Kngllsh. "But most certainly, if 'you wish. I bad thought that newspaper women. did not indulge in the luxury of tears." "They don't often. Haven't the time. If a woman reporter were to burst into tears every time she saw something to weep over she'd be going about with a red nose and puffy eyelids half the time. Scarcely a day passes that does not bring her face to face with human suffering in some form. Not only 'must she Bee these things, but she must write of them so that those who' read can - also see them. And Just because she does not wall and tear' her hair and faint she popularly is supposed to be a flinty, cigarette-smoking creature who rampages up and down the land seeking: whom she may rend with her pen and gazing, dry-eyed, upon scenes of horrid bloodshed." ' ' "And yet the little domestic tragedy of the Nirlangers can bring tears to your eyes?" "Oh, thatwas quite different. The case of. the Nirlangers had nothing to do with Dawn O'Hara, the newspaper reporter. It was just plain , Dawn O'Hara, woman, who witnessed that little tragedy. Meln. HI mm el! Are all German husbands like that?" "Not all. I have a very good frieiyi named Max " "O, Max! Max Li an angel husband. GIRLS! GIRLSr YOU MU3T TRY THIS! , DOUBLES BEAUTY OF YOUR HAIR For 25 Cents You Can Make Your Hair Lustrous, Fluffy and Abundant. Immediate? Yes! Certain? that's the joy of it. Your hair becomes light, wavy, fluffy, abundant and appears as soft, lustrous and beautiful as a young girl's after a Danderlne hair cleanse Just try this moisten a cloth with a little Danderine and carefully draw it through your hair, taking one small strand at a time- This will cleanse the hair of dust, dirt or excessive oil, and In Just a few moments you have dou- lara- Ed Fancy Max and Norah waxing tragic on the subject of a gown! Now you ' "I? Come, you are sworn to good fellowship. As one comrade to another, tell me, what sort of husband do you think I should make, eh? The boorish Jflrlanger sort, or the charming Max variety. Come, tell me you who al ways haj'e seemed so so damnably, able to take care of yourself." His eyes were twinkling in the maddening way they had. s I looked out across 'the lake to where a line of white-caps was piling up for midably only to break in futile wrath against the solid ' wall of the shore. -And there came over me an equally futile wrath; that savage, unreason ing Instinct in women which prompts them to hurt those whom they love. "Oh, you!" I began, with Von Ger hard's amused eyes laughing down upon me. "I should say that you would be more in the Nirlanger style. In your large, immovable, German-sure way. Not that you would stoop to wrangle about money or gowns,, but that you would control those things. Your wife will be a placid, blond, rath er plump German fraulein,. of excel lent family and no imagination. Men of your type always select negative wives. Twenty years ago she would have run to bring you your Zeltung anl your slippers. She would be that kind. if Zeltung-and-slipper hus bands were still in existence. You will be fond of her. in a patronizing sort of way, and she will never know the difference between that and being loved, not having a great deal of imagination, as I have said before. And you will go on be coming more and more famous, and she will grow plumper and more placid, and less and less understanding of what those komisch medical journals have to say so often about her hus band who Is always discovering things. And you will live happily ever after " A hand gripped my shoulder. " I looked up, startled, into the two blue eyes blazing down Into mine. Von Gerhard's - face was a painful red. 1 think that the hand on my shoulder even shook me a little, there on that bleak and deserted lake drive. I tried to wrench my shoulder free with a jerk. "You are hurting me!" I cried. . A Quiver of pain passed over the face that I had thought so calmly un emotional. "You talk of hurts! You who set out deliberately and maliciously to make me suffer! How dare you then talk to me like this? You stab with a hundred knives you. who know how t " "'I'm sorry." I put In contritely. "Please don't be so dreadful about it. After all, you asked me. didn't you? Perhaps I've hurt your vanity. There, I didn't mean that, either. Oh, dear, let's talk about something impersonal. We get along .wretchedly of late." The angry red ebbed from Von Ger hard's face. The blaze of wrath in his eyes gave way to a deeper, brighter ligtjt that held me fascinated, and there came to his lips a smile of rare sweetness. The hand that had grasped my shoulder slipped down, down, until It met my hand and gripped it. " "Na. 's 1st schon recht. Kindchen. Those that we most care for we would hurt always. When I have told you of my love for you. although already you know it. then you will tell me. Hush! Do not deny this thing. There shall be no more lies between us. There shall be only the truth, and no more about plump, blonde German wives who run with Zeitung and slippers. After all. it is no secret. Three months ago I told Norah. It was not news to her. But she trusted me." I ft.' my face to be as white and as tense 6.J his own. "Norah knows!" "It is better to speak of these things. Then there ceed be no shifting of the eyes, no evasive words, no tricks, no subterfuge." We had faced about and were retrac ing our steps, past the rows of pecu liarly home-like houses that line Mil waukee's magnificent lake shore. Win dows were hung with holiday scarlet and holly, and here and there a face was visible at a window, looking out at the man and woman walking swift ly along t he wind-swept heights that rose far above the lake. A wretched revolt seized me as I gazed at the substantial comfort of these normal, happy homes. "Why did you tell me? What good can taht do? At least we were make-, believe friends before. Suppose I were to tell you that I care. thei. what?" "I do not ask ypu to tell me," Von Gerhard replied, quietly. "You need not. You know. Tou knew long, long ago. You know I love the big quietness of you. and yoursure ness, and the German way you have of twisting your sentences ajjout. and the steady grip of yous great firm hands, and the rareness of your laugh, and the simplicity of you. Why I love the very cleanliness of your ruddy skin, and the way your hair grows away from your forehead, and your walk, and your voice and Oh, what is the use of it all?" "Just this. Dawn. The light of day sweetens all things. We have dragged this thing out into the sunlight, where If It grows it will grow sanely and healthily. It was but an ugly, distort ed, unsightly thing, sending out pale, unhealthy shoots in the dark, unwhole some cellars of our inner consciences. Norah's knowing was the cleanest, sweetest thing about it." "How wonderfully you understand her, and how right you are! Her know ing seems to make it as it should be, doesn't it? I am braver already for the knowledge of It- It shall make no difference between us?" "There id no difference, Dawn," said he. - "No. It is only in the story books that they sigh, and groan ' and utter silly nonsense. , We are not like that. Perhaps, after a bit, you will meet someone you care for greatly not plump:- or blond, or German, perhaps, but-still " "Doch you are flippant?' 'I musfsay those thi gs to keep the tears back. You would not have me wailing here in the street. Tell me Just one thing, and there shall be no more fluttering breaths and languish ing looks. Teil me, when did you be gin to care?" We had reached Knapf's doorstep. The short Winter day was already drawing to its close. In the half-light Von Gerrhard's eyes glowed luminous. "Since the day I first met you at Norah's," he said, simply. 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And my complexion the color of choese, and my hair plastered back from my forehead, and my eyes like boiled onions!" "Thank God for your gift of laugh- ' ter," Von Gerhard said, and took my hand in his for one brief moment be fore he turned and walked away. Quite prosaically I opened the big frbnt door at Knapfs' to find Herr Knapf standing in the hallway with his: "Nabben", Frau Orme." And there was the sane and soothing scent of Wienerscbnttzel and splutter ing things in the air. And I ran up stairs to my room and turned on all the lights and looked at the starry-eyed creature In the mirror. Then I ' took the biggest, newest photograph - of Norah from the mantel and looked at her for a long, long minute, while she looked back at me In her brave true wa. "Thank you, dear," I . said to her. "Thank you. Would you think me stagey and silly if I were to kiss you. Just once, on your beautiful trusting eyes?" . A telephone bell tinkled downstairs and Herr Knapf stationed himself at the foot of the stairs and roared my ' name. When I had picked up the receiver: "This is Ernst," said the voice at the other end of the wire. "I have Just re membered that I had asked you down town tor supper. "I would rather thank God fasting." I replied, very softly, and hung the receiver on Its hook. CHAPTER XII, Beanie the Consoler. In a corner of Frau Nirlanger's bed room, sheltered from draughts and glaring light. Is a little wooden bed, painted blue and ornamented with stout red roses that are faded by time and much abuse. Every even ing at 8 o'clock three anxious browed women hold low-spoken conclave about the quaint old bed, while its occupant sleeps and smiles as he sleeps, and clasps to his breast a chewed-looklng woolly dog. For a new joy has come to the sad little Frau Nirlanger. and I, quite by accident, was the cause of bringing it to her. The queer-little blue bed. with its faded roses, was brought down from the attic by Frau Knapf. for she Is on of the. three foster mothers of the small occupant of the bed. The occupant of the bed Is named Bennle. " and a corporation formed for the pur pose of bringing him up in the way he should go is composed of: Dawn O'Hara Orme. President and Distracted Guardian; Mrs. Konrad Nirlanger. Cud-dier-in-chief and Authority on the Subject of Bennies Bed-time; Mr.. Blackle Griffith. Good Angel, and Gen-' eral Cut-up and Monitor offn Ben nie's Neckties and Toys; Dr Ernst von Gerhard, Chief Medical Adviser, and Sweller of the Exchequer, with the Privilege of Selecting All Candles. Members of the corporation meet with great frequency evenings and Sundays, much to the detriment or a certain Book-In-the-making with which Dawn O'Hara Orme was wont to struggle o'evenings. Bennle has been one of those little tragedies that find their way into Juvenile court. 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