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The Greatest Stories Ever Written "of
a Real Boy and His Escapades
X The Empty House
ONE July afternoon, when the world
outdoors was empty of everything
except hot sunshine, Penrod Scho
ficld, in the sawdust box of his father's
table, -was as silently busy as a dili
gent young worm In the heart of a nut.
Favoring this comparison, the saw
dust box was naturally almost as dark
as the Inside of a nut is believed to be;
but Penrod worked by the light of a
lantern, which raised the temperature
of the box to a degree that would have
frightened a stokfer, -but substracted
nothing from the fever of composition.
Penrod was writing.
He was writing CHAPTER TENTH
of his secret novel. HARold RAMOREZ
THE Road-Agent oR WILD LIFE
AMONG THE ROCKY MT3.
'Soon it was Mr Wilsons turn to be
cared and he started beging to be let
off and said it was not his fault and
how he had never done anything. ' Oh
no sneered Harold you did not do any
thing to this poor old man Oh no but
I guess the time has come now when
you will have to be 'exposed so Just look
here a minute I have the papers to
prove you committed the forgy your
own self 18 long years ago that this
poor old man got put in the peniten
trly for and been 16 long years in a
dirty cell with nothing but bread and
water and a little rice.
-Yes said our hero and I have papers
that prove he murdered your children
and little baby daughter also
"I didn't either and you better look
cut how you talk said Mr. Wilson and
pujered his soul before iis Maker. No
ir cried he It was some irishman that
murdered the old man's children and
little baby daughter also
"Soon they attempted to put some
hankuffs on Mr. Wilson but he pulled
out hs ottomatick and reached over
Harolds shoulder where they were
atruggling and began shooting away at
the old man but Harold reched up and"
caught hold of his hand with his hand
and took the ottomatick away and held
him until the old man could get the
hankuffs on him
There sneered the old man when he
was all tied up tight I guess you are
In a nice fix. now just like the way I
used to be for IS long years. Ha Ha
Ho do you like it and went on tanting
him with his hepless condition Yes
sneered the old man I think you are
one of the worst people I ever knew in
my whole life and I am going to tell
that you were the real foger that put
everything off on me and then he got
o mad he began stepping on Mr. Wll
on where he was lying on the floor.
"Soon Mr. Wilson started crying at
this and our hero and -the old man
tanted him some more for a wile then
went on out with a smile. Mr. Wilson
quit crying because it did not hurt any
more where the old man had kept step
Jng on him and soon managed to shake
off his bonds with his teeth. You Har
old Ramorez sneered he now I will hunt
you down like a dog and he hunted
around until he found his whistle on
the floor some where and began reviln
them you are nice ones you are sneered
he. leaving me here alone. with those
two men it was Harold Ramorez and
he has turned the old man lose and we
will have to hurry up or we will probly
not catch them I wonder where they
have gone
"I bet I know said the detectives he
has gone ta his lair on the steepest
clift in the Rocky Mts and takin the
old man with him we can easly catch
up with them because it is dark out
ride and probly it is goin to. rain too
so after talking some more they soon
went out and started after our hero
and the old man.
"Soon a storm came up and Mr. Wil
A Gopher Peacemaker
gBSBI'. :tn3;Mmim urns ows j lafjfi
DID you ever see a gopher?
It Is a tiny little animal, formed
very much like a squirrel, only it Is
much smaller.
. It lives in the ground, burrowing
little holes for its home.
Out on the prairies, where most go
pher live, you can often see a tiny
head or two peeping up from the flat
ground. If you stand very quietly they
will watch you carefully and then. If
you seem harmless, they will come out
of their holes a little more and a little
more, till suddenly they will slip
clear out and go scurrying across the
prairies.
One morning a little gopher named
Keen waked up early and peeped out
of his hole to see what kind of, a day
it waa. The sun shone brightly, the
eky was blue and he had Just decided
to start out to hunt some breakfast
when come conversation attracted his
attention.
'I found it first, let me have lt"
"I don't care who found it, I've got
It".
"Don't you eat it up, it's mine."
He looked around and there behind
sv couple of big weeds were two robins
lighting and quarreling over one poor,
wlggly worm.
- "Let go and give it to me," said the
first robin.
- "Indeed I'll not." said the second, as
be started to eat the worm.
Keen decided he didn't care for that
kind of quarreling so near his home
he was a good-natured little follow
himself and thought everybody else
should be the same. So he darted out
like a flash gophers go very fast,
that's the way they get their name
darted right under the greedy robin.
Mr. Robin waa so frightened he dropped
'the worm and started to fly away,
when Keen said. "You don't need to go
away, stay here and be a gentleman."
At that the first robin said, "If he's
hungry, he can have half, but I want
some of It." -
"Dear me, dear me," said the gopher.
son and the detectives got close on the
trail of the fugitives In the storm be
cause they could see them by the light
of the flashes of lighting first would
come a flash of lighting and then would
come some thunder.
. "CHAPTER EVELENTH.
"This kept up for a long wile for it
was a terrible night and the lighting
would scared anybody it kept lighting
and thundering all the time and the
old man could not run fast and Mr.
Wilson and the. detectives would shoot
at them by the light of the lighting
and the lighting -would strike rocks
that would fall off the clif ts and almost
hit them and the wind blowing trees
down too and if got frezing cold and
the old man got hit with one of the
rocks and broke his leg so our hero
had to carry, him on his back and more
rocks began falling because an earth
qake bad started now besides the light
ing and thunder and1 our hero couldV
not find his way among the clifts and
then It started raining too.
"Bing bing went the ottomatick bul
lets bing bing bing bing bing bing
bing bing bing Oh cried the old man
I am wonded again and probly I will
die unless we can find some place to
get under Bing Bing Bing bing Bing
bing Mr Wilson, and the detectives
kept on bing bing bing bing bing bing
bing bing bing Oh cried the old man
because Mr Wilson and the detectives
got close up and the ottomatick hit
the old man every time
"Everything kept getting worse but
soon Harold saw a terrible looking cav
ren and went inside of it and put the
old man down from earring him The
cavren was all black and it smelled
terrible Well said the old man this is
the worst looking place I ever been
and I bet there is something terrible
In here and then some animal Jumped
out from back In there and bit him
where Wthe ottomatick bullets had
wonded him and he said Oh some ani
mal is bitting me right In my wonds
Oh now it Is bitting me where my leg
got broken
"Soon the old man "died and went to
meet his Maker Well said Harold I
wonder what I better do So he went
back in the cavren and there was some
kind of something green back in there
and he was afraid probly it was the
old mans gohst and he saw something
that looked like some eyes looking
right at him "
"Musther Penrod!"
This - was a hail from the house.
Delia, - the cook, emerged from the
kitchen door and stood upon the back
porch in tile sunset light She addressed
the silent stable. - -
"Musther Penrod! Y'rout there sim
wheres, why can't y'answer, me? Yer
father an' mother's away fer dinner
an' so's Miss Marg'rut an' I'm not
goin' to wait ahl night, so if ye want
annything feat ye better c'min an
eat it. 'Ts the last I'll cahl yet!"
However, she came to the door five
times during the gradual dusk to shout
"Musther Penrod" and various warn
ings; but the stable remained stolidly
unresponsive. Finally she delivered a
real ult .natum, and when it proved in
effectual, retired permanently.
Certainly her voice had reached the
physical ear of Penrod, but it conveyed
no meaning; his mind had not heard
it. Penrod's self was in a horrible cav
ern In the Rocky Mountains with Har
old Ramorez.
Like many another good soul moved
to attempt the transmutation of vision
into -manuscript, this author was not
aware bow frail and treacherous' are
the processes of alchemy. The fact
that words are fixed symbols of things
concerned- Penrod little: he thought
"wnat a fuss over one worm, don't you
know the ground is full of them?"
"I never thought of that," eald th
greedy robin, looking very sheepish,
"here, you eat this, one and I'll find
another." '
So they both set to work very hap
pily and soon, had all the worms they
wanted, and the little gopher, seeing
them good friends again, scurried off
to get his breakfast.
Legends of the Narcissus
EDITH left her governess sitting un
der a tree and ran off into the
woods to gather flowers for her
mother. An hour later she returned
weighted down with beautiful blossoms
of all colors. She placed them on the
mossy ground all but one spray of
white flowers. This, she gave to her
Be Decided to Start Out te But Some
Breakfast.
jfiigTfrMMiinn
BJsTcAJIE TO A PAU5EISr A SITTIW G- POSTtJRB AT THE
that the words he set upon the paper
. .. .-J
meaniauuuimssi"u""
and saw in his mind's eye, as he wrote
thlnrq which 10 stirred and thrilled
him that his hand .had begun to trem- mlngthepoion 'of terHrTn-chTeT Gauging' "shaVs. and Penrod kept a f"
ble as it sped, faster and faster, across ot a , wnlcn ln life, lt had wary eye upon them as he threaded !" f eo?'?0?rlVe Tf8 fD
the pages. . "... . pronounced an unfavorable opinion and his way to the kitchen door. 1 L""r 11 i w be
. He shook with horror of the awful ; nad show no attachment it opened to his hand, revealing noth- " the . of P enrod was be-
refuge discovered by Harold Ramorez: wnatever lt now. -appeared ;to. have no In g save by reminiscent odor; but there coming more and more sensitive every
he saw a green vapor shimmering In its a e ,t3 PaewbeTt, nor any wf3,a dim light in the dining-room. "6"t;
sinister hollows; he heard the shr.ek- e , exlstence Bava. to unsettle Thither bo- proceeded, his unnerved """ "k""" th
ing of the caynon wind across the cav- reason one whQ had Bhown lt condition 'being at once improved by
em's mouth, saw-lt lifting and tossing nDth, but klndness. For. In truth, the sight of viands and vegetables, for dd"er ' ''IT'"
the white hair and beard of a dreadful Hal.old Ram0rez feared he might go thete was a plate upon the table at 'his f h ma.J.e" da"el" We" "
figure which lay there, naked, torn, and Penrod.s mouth 0 d and acoustomed place. ; and food plenteous, th raore dradfU' be,CaUf h,e
drenched. He fled toward the- green- - fearsomely.as he wrote, though grown cold.." .un tl 't. n ,?,HnJ Lt
vapor in the depths, only to turn back. ver lnstant the ame of hl3 A conjunction of suggestions occurs Secreta and. putt ng out his hand
shuddering with ghastly v suspicions,
while out or tne carKness nunareas w
eyes eyes without bodies, eyes without compiete eclipse. Instinct brought Pen-
faces looked at him and began to ro1 to nls feet at. a bound: and, as he
come closer, and closer, and closer. looked out over the side of the saw-
When such a situation is thus con- dust box ' toward the - open door, his
ceived and developed in such an author, '"state of mind was'one that needed the
it seldom proceeds ' toward convales- immediate reassurance of sunshine. And
cence; but rather the symptoms become
more and more malignant indefinitely,
relief being obtained,-only after the
author- has had a night's sleep.' So it
was but natural -that Harold Ramorez1
suspicious concerning the green vapor
turned out to be well founded. ; The
vapor proved, indeed, to be the ghost .of
the unfortunate Old Man who had
fered so greatly after arirving at the
cavern, and on the Journey thereto, and
also, owing to the machinations of Mr.
Wilson, for 16 long.: previous years.
And, with the .typical inconsistency
nurse, saying: "Isn't this lovely? Do
you know its name? ,1 found it grow- ,
ing by the. side of a little brook in a
very shady place. , I'd ; love to know
what it is called." . ; "
"Indeed I can tell you more than
that." answered the' governess, "its
name is Narcissus, and' lt is an ancient
flower about which the poets of all
times have sung. It bloomed even as
long ago as when the gods', and god
desses ' were: supposed' to live on earth.
This ' old Grecian legends say ' it was
the flower which : the maiden Proser
pine was gathering when Pluto took
her away to his dark home under the
ground." ' '
"How very interesting, do you know
any - other' story " about : my pretty
-flower?"! asked Edith, kissing the
white blossom. - " ' ' ."
"Yes,: there la another legend," an
swered the .governess, - "about a - beau
tiful youth named Narcissus. His fa
ther was a river god named Cephissus
and his mother a nymph called Slriope.
The - wonderful " beauty of the youth
caused, many' to' fall in love with him,
but he was cold and indifferent to all.'
"A poor- little ' nymph called Echo,'
loved -him so dearly- that she" pined
away and died, because he-wWld" not
care for her; and now there is 'nothing'
left of Echo but her voice, which you
can . sometimes hear answering your
call in a still woods.. :- '",'-? v
" "At last Nemesis, the god of retribu
tions decided to punish Narcissus for his
hard heart. He was made to . fall in
love with -his own image as. he looked :
into a stream, and as ne could never
reach this beautiful reflection, he grad
ually perished with hopeless love. His
body was - changed Into" this flower,
which has. ever since borne 'his name, -And
that is why the Narcissus always
grows beside a streams so he can" see
his own Image in' the water." '
"I'm mighty glad I happened to find
this spray of Narcissus,"' said Edith,
arranging the flowers in a" bouquet to
take home to her mother, '"because I
might never bava heard the legends. If
I 'hadn't.".' ' - ? - - -
... s
of allgnosts, tnis one naa unaerB"o
comDlete chanse of character since
, i
and all gratitude, it seemed wholly
. . . . , t
." depleted iantern died absblutely. Harold
Ramorez himself was not left in more
AtcVi wavm Tulv gfternnnn cnnohlnA
was what Penrod fully expected to see.
Instead he looked into Egyptian
night. .
- Th.r.frtro It f nnt Riirni-telnn- rtiat
wnen penro'd emerged from the stable,
a very few. seconds later, breathing
. j!,i i,
suf-..both hanJ read for all emergencies,
an overwe!shty but certainly formid-
-ble weaTl0n. which had come to his
hand as he slid down from the sawdust
box. - . . .
It was an ax. . .
Weather Proverbs
WE "look . to the "weather-man" to
foretell' the coming state .of-the
weather, but in olden times there was
no. such man,-and there ' wasn't - any
weather bureau, so he people had to
depend on the old -country farmers.;
They were looked upon as wizards and
any expression they gave .was about
right - -. - '
- The following are some of the sayings
of these wise 'men of the month of
April the following' adage is both old
and familiar: . ' ' ;.
"April showers " . ' ' ' ' ,
Bring May flowers." . "... ,
And again ."'-'",, . ' , ; . ' . ' ,,'
"A cold April '"'"'.' - :
The barn.will fill:" ; '''"
' fit March comes In like ' a lion it
goes out like a lamb; If it comes in
like a lamb it goes out like a 'lion."
"If the grass grows in Janlveer .
It grows the same for all the year."
"Of all the months in a year
Comes bad a fair Februeer." - .
"A prolongation of the March winds
into April was always regarded by the
ancients as 4 good omen :
"When April blows his horn, '
'TIs good for hay and corn."
The months of May and June were
awarded the following couplets
Mist in May and heat in June -Make
the harvest come right soon."'
"Who doffs his1 coat on a Winter's
' day 1 ' ' ' ' ' "'
Will gladly put.it on in May."
-SolatioB of Bat Pnsale.'-
FOOT OF, THE AT3WEL.
-'.rnt,,...j,n.fmAnn4tictTaA WArA tin
V'c" '""""' "
stars; there was no light In heaven,
nht In n. neishbor's
house. The " air was thick and black;
,i,H,hha.lu In Mi vni-ri tnnlc Rurloua.
ring as he ate. recalled something like
an echo of Delia's voice; gradually ho
became .- susceptible to an impression
that .his father and mother and sister
had not dined at home. Then abruptly
it struck him that he might be alone in
the house.
. "All alone ln an empty house!" As
4L a - w4 o frtymnrt In Pf n rnH ' m i Ti H it
was as if a husky voice had uttered
them somewhere overhead. He was
grievously startled.
"An mnt V hOUSe!"
, At the upper end of the table was
part of a cold ham. beside which lay a
h,n.haniiteii -rvinir-knlfe: and
Penrod, after swallowing dryly once or
twice, lunged suddenly at this imple-
ment. grasped it, and stood upon the
- defensive. He remained ln a tense atti-
tude. listening; and there was no sound
either within the house, or without:
"A dripping June
. Brings all things in tune."
The general proverbs that are rffost
familiarly known ' and are most in
vogue are the following:''
"Evening gray and morning red,
- Send the shepherd wet to bed."
:. "Evening red and morning gray '
. Are sure signs of a .fair day."
, "Mackerel sky, mackerel sky, .
Never long wet nor never long drv."
"A rainbow in the morning
Is the shepherd's warning."
"A rainbow at nigbt
. Is the shepherd's delight."
; - "Rain before seven, . .
' i Fine before eleven." -
Little Stories of Great War '
. Royal Nuraea.
SOME of you - girls have often
wanted to be nurses and. above
all. Red Cross nurses. This war baa
put many a sweet eager young woman
to a severe test " She has been under
fire; she has rescued the injured from
burning houses; she has defended the
wounded from those who wanted to
kill the helpless because there seemed
no time i to look after them. There
have been many namelees heroines, but
one-is glad to know that the courage
and devotion. Of a young French girl.
Mademoiselle Eugenie Antoine. was
brought to the notice of King George.
' While the village of Vailly-sur-Aiene
was under fierce shell fire this faithful
nurse cared for and tended the British
wounded with never a thought of self.
And now " she - wears in her breast
something very precious a King's gift
"The Decoration of the- Royal Red
Cross." ''
But. speaking of -nurses, there are
three distinguished women who wear
no orders, working in a Russian hos
pital: they are -known only as Sister
Alexandra, Sister Olga. and Sister Ta
tiana, the last two being young girls.
After weeks of hard work they have
only Just been allowed to assist in. op
erations. Their "high station aa wife
nothing could have been more ominous.
Finally, carving-knife in hand, he went
back to the kitchen, where he had left
the ax, and returned to the dining
room doubly armed.
Again he stood to listen.
Suddenly Penrod whirled straight
about, with ax and carving-knife both
lifted to strike at something behind
him.
Nothing was there except the side
board, so he 'bout-faced suspiciously
again. Then, laying the ax upon the
table, but keeping the knife in his right
hand, he stepped upon a chair and ex
tended his left hand to the gas fixture,
meaning to turn the Jet on full. But
he pressed the key in the wrong direc
tion, and for the second time within
that half hour Penrod's light went out.
To a person In his condition it was a
disaster, and, uttering an exclamation
of horror, he stumbled and fell from
the chair with a light crash.
He was up again In an instant, cut
ting the air in all directions with the
carving-knife; then he groped for the
ax, found it, and stood still once more,
on the defensive, listening intently, ex
pecting the worst and panting with an
effect, upon that stillness, almost up
roarious. ,
He moved at last; tremulously felt
his way round the table and debouched
to the mantelpiece, where matches were
sometimes to be found In a small' porce
lain slipper, madly believed to be deco
rative. A chill struck to his spine at a veri
table sound behind him. This one was
a faint creak, the result of some capil
lary action in the wooden floor, but so
far as Penrod's nerves were concerned
it might have been a shot.
Wheeling, he struck a frantic blow
with the ax, which, completing a fine
curve, miraculously failed to amputate
the wielder's left foot at the ankle, but,
as an Incident, permanently relieved all
members of the household from troub
ling to put any more matches In the
porcelain slipper.
Thereupon Penrod decided to go out
doors. The decision Itself was a sim
ple matter; action upon it was deferred
because of extreme hesitation to move
at all. But after a gruesome period of
inertia he began to tiptoe backward in
the direction of the door, keeping eyes,
ax and carving-k.iife warily toward
where the villainous creak had sounded.
Thus retrogressing, lie presently found
himself in the side hall, which separ
ated all the front part of the roomy,
old-fashioned house from the dining
room and kitchen. The doors leading
to the forward rooms were closed, and
the thought of opening them filled him
with horror; In bis mind's eye he saw
them, gaunt, huge, full of black shapes
of furniture, lurking places that might
conceal Anything!
'
An empty house in . the night-time
has few attractions for a boy. Enclosed
darkness sickens his soul and likewise
leel me wau near tne a.tcnen noor,
of them. His
..".--
fingers very, very briefly closed upon
something that felt like a head of
wet, cold hair. It sank from his touch,
and there was a thick-sounding thud
upon the floor.
"Oof!" moaned Penrod, the question
of going out through the kitchen thus
definitely settled, and when he became
again conscious of his whereabouts he
was on the second floor at the top of
the back stairs.
Mops have driven greater than Pen
rod. He was sorely shaken, but not dis-
Pd to linger in the vicinity of stairs
t" led toward a kitchen inhabited by
surprises of this kind. He fled into his
rather a bed-cnamDer, Bruising nimseir
variously in the passage thereto, and,
abandoning his weapons for the mo-
and daughters of the Czar gives thein
no privileges, but doubtless some of
the soldiers must be glad if it falls to
their lot to be tenderly cared for by
a lovely young Grand Duchess.
A sailor who' was one summer ' on
the Czar's pleasure yacht speaks often
of the charm of Tatiana, the third
M OUR, PUZZLE CORNER 3
HAT
This old gentleman has lost his h
See if you can find it by cutting o
together.
HIDDEN STATES.
Each of the following sentences con
tains a hidden state of the Union:
1. Then Eva, Dan and 1 ran.
2. I told her not to miss our inter
esting lecture.
3. Pretending not to know he waa
111. I noisily entered the house.
4. The news caused Alma inexpres
sible grief.
COLOR Pt'ZZLE.
If the following are written, one be
ment. slid his hand along the wall
until it came to a forbidden object that
hung there.
It was an Enfield rifle, a muxzle
loadlng relic, last put to UKe by Pen
rod's grandfather on a day ln the year
1863, and lt was truly unloaded. Pen
rod got lt down, pointed the muzile
waverlngly in ' the general direction
of the door by which he had entered,
and whispered feeble and tremulously:
"Now let's see whu-what you were
goin' to do o mum-much!"
He maintained this attitude' until the
weight of the extended rifle became in
supportable; then he grounded arms
and leaned back against a bureau,
breathing even more vehemently than
before. His elbow touched a bottle: he
seized upon it and smelled the con
tents spirits of cambphor. SugKeatlon
was immediately roused by the memory
of an unpleasant experience in the past.
He recorked the bottle, placed it under
bis arm and muttered:
"You betcha! Guess they won't like
this so much! Sprinkle it In their ole
eyes!"
It now became his purpose to make
his way cautiously to the front stair
way, descend to the . front hall, and
thence, by the . front door, reach the
outer air. So, with slow and nolseIes
motions, he put himself once more 'in
possession of his ax and carving-knife,
thrust the latter In the breast of his
jacket, and, though encumbered to the
point of difficulty by the ax, the gun
and the camphor bottle, returned to
the upper hall and began an advance
ln force.
He went forward a dozen steps with
some confidence, then halted abruptly.
What stepped him was something al
together Inside himself, liv the dark
ness a green vapor appeared (though
not at the other end of the' hull, where
he thought it did) and there emerged
from lt the shocking figure of an Old
Man lying in the ruin at the mouth of
a wind-swept cavern. The vision of
the sawdust box spiteful, like all
other visions chose this particular
moment to recur to the author of "Har
old Ramorez."
He was standing by the porlsl of
his own bedroom. Gasping, he hopped
across the threshold, kicked the door
shut, and maintaining possession of his
armory, though, perhaps, not of his
faculties, huddled himself upon the bed
and burled his face ln the pillow.
It is not altogether discreditable to
a boy In the durk that he sometimes
imitates an ostrich. But it Is unfortu
nate, because, when one Is already in
the dark, very little relief can be ob
tained by closing the eyes.
Penrod, burrowing Into his pillow,
could see the Old Man rather more
plainly than if he had allowed his ey
to remain open. He saw him through
the pillow and through the wall; It
seemed that the Old Man was lying on
the hall rug Jut outside the closed
door, and that before long he would
get up and come into the bedroom snd
bend over the bed and . But here Im
agination balked in ultimate horror.
Without lifting or turning his fart
Penrod managed to squirm inside the
bedclothes and to cover himself com
pletely, as far as the top of his head,
for! th Old Mn Was but one of the
monsters that threatened.
Burglars!
Burglars were creeping throUKh the
halls upstairs and downstairs; the sir
of the whole house became murmurous
with their whispers and rustlings.
Penrod, still not moving his head,
pulled the ax and the camphor bottle
beneath the sheet; slid the gun off the
coverlet, and pushed It as far under the
bed as he could. Burglars might be
more merciful if they believed him but
a little lonely sleeping child Intending
no resistance.
He gulped lamentably, and a polr
nant bitterness besan to form no In
considerable part of his condition.
What kind of parents were they 'hn
asked himself) who could go blithely
off and leave a little lonely child to be
found by burglars and other Things
in a great, horrible, hollow, empty
house? Probably his father and mothsr
were somewhere with a whole crowd
(Ooni'lud-d on Pane 7.
daughter of the Imperial household,
"She was the prettiest, but what took
me most was her fun. They are all
simple and kindly not a bit proud."
That is the elgn of real nobllltv. to
feel oneself kin with the whole world
and lo find nothing "common or un-
clean.
PI.7.1.E.
at in a sudden gust of wind.
ut the black spots and fitting them
low the other, their central letters will
spell the name of a color:
1. An article of food.
2. A verb.
3. A word mewiing moist.
4. A number.
6. A writing fluid.
Aawwera.
. HIDDEN STATES 1. Nevada; 2, Mis
souri; 3, Illinois: i. Maine.
COLOR PUZZLE Green. I, Egg; 1,
Are; 3, Wet; 4, Ten; 5, Ink.