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JAKE seated himself on the curb be
sid Ruff; "What art you floln'
hre. KufeT" h dsfhanded. . .
TWakln' as I needed a reat fum
hawd lessona, I'se gib mah brain a bol
lerday," aid Ruf drowsily. : v.
' hat you-all doln heah?" he asked.
' "Sam thing" murmured Jake.
, Truants they were and comrades on, a
'"Jark.", Down to the wharf they -went
' and borrowed a rowboat without asking
, th owner's permlsaloji. They knew" of a
jkleasant Little island la the river where
they could spend the hours nicely.
Thither they were bound.
Having reached the tiny island, the
truants etarted to explore and then took
a long rest among the trees. When they
came back to the landing they found
that the boat had drifted away.
"What we gwme to do?" - groaned
Kute.
"Search me," replied Jake; and then
they saw. further alonir the bank, an-
ther boat evidently left by campers.
"Well borrow that, too," said they
But ju?t as they wene about to row
away, a big man appeared. He owned
the boat, and he promptly rescued it
from the truants.-, Thm he spanked
thwm and earned them back to shore,
where they were promptly eeized by the
owner of the boat that they had bor
rowed first. When they had been pun
isned by this man, they were turned
over to the truant officer, who sent
them to school. . Having been punished
by their teacher, they went home, only
to be punished by their parents. -'
"Ie not gwlne to rest nah brain enny
more," saJd Kufe firmly when next they
met.
"Nor me. nuther,M Jake replied. Just
as firmly.
' ' '
m, mm mm.
iWfpw;'iiMwnMwiwiwi;iiiiiiiywu
'(Mi'ii'imiimiiinn
( (TTOUR disguise Is perfect you
.,, t Y.. speak the Mongolian tongues
. like a native;' and I can
answer for your safety as far as
Lhasa." said the elderly Chinese mer
chant "You are known to only the
head of my caravan. Him I have told .
that you will remain behind and will
not be with the caravan when It re
turns with Jade, pottery and woven,
stuffs. He will not betray you. And.
the other members of the caravan will
" know you only as my clerk, who has
official charge of the consignment of
gu&barrels I m . sending to Thibet
Now, my boy, it Is time to say fare
well. I am sorry that you are going.
For ten years yon have been as my'
on, and I, love you as a son. But the
blood of your father, my good friend
Harding Burton,, compels you to go
forth and explore, as did. he. I cannot
change your determination that Z
know. May your gods bless you, and
may you return safe and sound to me
from your wild adventure." . w i
iToung Harding shook bands affec-.
tionately ' with Ms kind old guar
dian, with whom he had lived ever
since his1 father had entered .Thibet,
' with Bower, in 1890, 'and had never
returned. Then he went to his post of
. duty, feeling that his adventure bad
already begun. His ambition It was to
penetrate , the ".'forbidden land,' and
although ha was only 17, he was very
capable of taking care of himself. ,t . .',
Leaving Pekin, the-caravan traveled
westward, south of the Great Wall,' un-
- til it reached a navigable- part 'of the
Yellow river. - Here the men trans-f
ferred the goods and the mules and
ponies to boats, and they proceeded In
a southwesterly direction for . many
miles. Then tb,e march by caravan
.was again resumed, until the frontier
. . trading posts were reached.
- No foreigners- were permitted to
cross Into Thibet; but Harding looked
so much like a Mongolian, of a type to
be found tn southern Thibet with his
slender figure, prominent aquiline
-nose, straight, eyes, stained skin and
wig of long wavy hair, that he was
passed without question. ' Indeed, his
comrades on the Journey bad never
sutipected that he - was of American
... J ar-ntaiie. : . ...
Yaks and sheep were now added to
the caravan's transportation animals.
Nor was 'It long before they came
into use. ; The route, - which was bv
. way of archendo, lay through steep
ravines, over snowy mountain passes
'nd among steep, lofty., mountains.
.'voodeu structures ' bridged many ul
tne etreams, but suine had to be ford-
'ed .by the men in wicxerwork boats
covered with skins, while the animals
wam across. Then he path grew so
precipitous that the horses and mules
, were nt -backh and yaks and sheep
were employed to carry the gunbar
rf!s. food, foddur and tents. Every
now end then the caravan had sharp
orusnns wiin rnnners. who were nu-
At Inst, pacing through k. Unit of riv-
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THE poor doggies of Constantinople are being 'treated
very, very badly I ' Ask any one of them, and he will
tell you exactly what I am telling you now.
The blowthe BIG BLOW comes all .the harder
because for years and years the doggies of Constantinople
hflVA hnrl Avervthmir their own. war.
m the middle of the pavement or street, people and car- , CX?Sfets ZOCP? Jjr? rcss7 1
riages had to pass around.them. They moved for nobody. . V-i & - AJ
And the "middle" was always their favorite position
Not only did these proud doggies have the pick of the
refuse of Constantinople, whose streets they cleaned thor
oughly of garbage, but thousands of Turks, overlooking
the fact that dogs were "unclean," fed them tidbits from
their kitchens.
The dogs had always divided themselves into bands, or - the number of
TT1 "guilds." xacn patronea a cerxain reason for grief. t ',' - - . - ,
y ' district of the city. Woe to the dog - Not many weeks ago the Young, Turks, who are in control of the
V. I of another guild who crossed the Turkish government, decided that the street dogs 6hould be banished
HOW KITTLE JOHN
M
. ANT years ago, a lltUe boy named
John dwelt m the land of Ger
many. John .. was so fond of
music that his father, who was a
' music man himself, taught the lad how
to play, the fiddle.. But before long,
wlien John was only 10 years old, his
tether died. So Ws place .was taken by
John'e rbig brother, Chris, "who -ocwld
play ihe organ and who said be would
. teach John all about music
John was a clever boy, indeed, and he
was so quick in teaming that very soon
Ms brother Chris becapie angry, "why,"
eald he. "John will soon be a better
muslo man than I!"
I in in 'ii ii i inn ii nun n n mini i mi i mi i m rrtmwmmmfmv.
ers, the party Journeyed over the ele
vated plain of Wo-ma-Cana; and en
tered Lhasa,' the capital city, on the
northern bank of the River Kyi-ch'a. '
Harding ' felt , a ' thrill of exultation
as they passed along one of the wide,
principal streets of the city, with Thi
betan, Chinese and Nepalese shops Hn
:lng the way. He looked with Interest
' upon the buildings of stone, adobe and
eun-drled brick and. at-the pilgrims
from Mongolia, . Kashmir and Nepal
who thronged this .great religious
center." '
Having "checked his consignment of
gunbarrels t and turned it over to the
local merchant in proper condition,
Harding entered the imposing cathedral
of Jo-K'ang.. In this lofty, flat-roofed
' shrine, resplendent In green and gold,
he gaaed"' with "awe upon a Ufe-Iz
Image of Buddha-as, a prince, made of
an. alloy of five precious stones, and .
upon other wonderful Jmares represent"
lag such Wstono' personages as Man Ju-, f
eri, the god of . wisdom, and Maltreya,
the coming Buddha. - . . -.
"NoW I shall visit Mount Fotala, the
gorgeous palace in green and clnnatar,
where dwelt the head of the Thibetan
government, - the Dalai Lama, before
be was forced to flee,''' Harding prom-,
iaed himself as he trudged toward the
rocky hill In the western suburb of the '
city, . '
Yellow and red capped ; monks, (or v
lamas) of the .Gelugba and Nylngmeba
serfs he saw too the way, and finally he.
topped to Jookj at one of the big, mas
sively built lamaseries. In his curiosity
he approaohed qjulte near to the build
ing. As he stood, one of .the lama
drew near and watched - the lad, - in
whom he detected a laok of reverence.
The lama spoke roughly to Harding,;
telling him to be gone. The lad, for
getting himself, answered quickly and .
with a show of Ill-temper. 1 hen. before
he knew what had happened, he was ;
surrounded by several husky-looking-.
lamas and dragged into the huildlns.
Harding soon discovered that the lama
he had Insulted was a dignitary of htgii,
Importance. The boy was searched, his
persecutors growing: more suspicious H
biiea4leMv ene -mt them-nrfaTi ftxrVtZir KrTZZZr""
over and examined the wic. Me uttered'
a sharp exclamaaon. Another ran from
When they lay down - ymgmmmmmmmammmtmmmmmm,mmmmmmkm
boundary line of that district! lie fr0ni Constantinople. So the poor doggies were captured and impri3
was leaped upon and torn almost oned in the pens of the Byzantine wall. Each pen is only forty feet;
to pieces. There. was never an ex-. Bquare, therefore the beasts suffered greatly. ' . , , ; st '
cuse for the intrusion,becau8e every , . Then the doggies were carried by boat 'into the Marmora sea
LEARNED MUSIC
Now, Chris owned a epienaid dook or .
music, from which John wished very
much to learn.' But Chris would not
let Ws little brother have it, and for a
time John had to do without it How
ever, at last, wihlle his brother Chris
was eleeplng at night, John got out of
bed very quietly, got the music book out
of the box, and began to copy all the
music into a book of hijs own.
John; could do only a little bit each t
night, and ft took him six montha to
copy all the music from the book, But
he persevered until he had finished.
, In later yeaow. when little John had
grown Into the famous John Sebastian
Bach, he wrote many tumes.
the room and speedily- returned with
some kind of liquid, which he applied ;
to the boy's skin. Off came the stain,
and the' white skin of the European
was revealed. Harding's disguise was
a disguise no longer. . ' - -
"This looks like the end of my ad
venture!" muttered Ahe lad ruefully to
himself, as he was hustled away to i 1
tiny cell. He was " aware that ' the
; penalty for his rashness was death. '
.. .As . soon 'as his Jailer had left him
alone In the cell Harding looked around. .
The cell was lighted by one little, win-
dow, high np in the wall, which was
protected by Iron bars. ' He looked at i,
It affaln. The space between the bar
was very small, yet he ' f eltl sure that 7"
he could squeeze between them. Giving
a desperate leap, he managed to grasp
the bars. He drew himself further up, -and
then found, to hls Joy, that they
were wide enough "to admit hLs slim
: body. His head and ;. shoulders were
squeezed through. When he heard the .
door of his cell open. . One frantlo
effort he made and dragged himself
through the bars Just as hLs Jailer burst
Into the room. "
Dropping lightly to the ground. Hard-'
Ing eped like a deer for cover. Fortu
nately, he was clear of the monastery
ground before pursuit ceuld begin.
iHe made his way swiftly through back'
streets, avoiding people whenever pos
sible, for the patch of white on bis v
cheek made tys recognition sure, as
soon as the alarm was given. ,-
(CONCLUDED NEXT rVEEK.) : ' ;
' Bulgaria's. Princes
H
ERE you see Prince j Boris of
Tirnovo and Cyril of Preslaf,
sons of King Ferdinand I and '
Queen Eleonore of Bulgaria. Like
, most yc-Ong princes, they are soldiers.
niinuusn toris, tne crown prince. Is
imie over 1 and CyrllJs hardly 15
i 1 1 1 v h r nmrora in thai un vn u &
hav Trt t-.Vj i. ...i7
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dog knew the boundary lines, although they would seem 'altogether
imaginary to you or, me.. Even at nighttime the dogs were on the
alert. Every guild had a dog sentry, or bektcbi, wh kept guard while
his comrades slept. , t t
Now from 50.000 to 80.000 dociries are ever so unhaunv. This is
the street dogs of , Constantinople. :
CTEbve - in -
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H
OW, do you do?:.. Am I . not a.
beauty? People who know , a .
very treat deal ahotit cats 'aav
I. am . the most beautiful cat in the
whole tWorldJ. My mistress. 'Lady
Decles, thinks so. Lady Decles live In
England, where she has many famous,
Cause for Crying; ' !
... NeJghhor-What's the matter, PoUyT
' louy i s crying 'cause I dug a nice
big hole In 'the garde'n an,' mamma won't
lemma bring It In the house.-, a ; 1 , ,
- -A Narrow Escape ,
- A little Bobby watched a heavily
laden flatboat move down the stream
-XJOW do you like to go tip in a
T .r'.''- swing, , -
Up in the air so blue? '
Oh, It do., think:-it the pleasantest
thinz
Ever a child can do !
. , . , . , . , ..-. . .
Up in the air, and orer the wall,
Till, I jean see so wide, . a J x .
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ii 5 v off x ' , ff ' r'r'-.v
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fir f0kwf -, - X
1 mbM' -Mi i to
fr. "- j j i .i i i L' i 1
They were dumpedwithout the least bit of ceremony,
me isie oi uxias, ana
ihey had ' to. ; . because there wasn t one ; chance m .
- . . 11 . J 1 1 1
mimon i or tnera to
If you were to
v i u :
near land you would see numbers ,of the unhappy doggies
, half-covered by the water off . shore, in order that they
might" be protected from, the hot rays of the sun and
from' insects. ' -. 1 i '. '
The guard will tell you the doggies don't get'nearly;
as much to eat
stantinople,' and
,.U ,aL
And they have
udu6 Mwacuo
animals j each wanting a 'drink; that ne nas 10 anve
, ,i ii . , .., , j i mm
stick, . , ' ' 1 -
- It is no wonder, then, that the
poor doggies do not. feel kindly to
ward the cruel men who banished
. them.- And their yearning for Con
stantinople is a great big yearning.
"A I I
a. - Mis6
prize-winning pussy cats. l am.the
most famous of them all. Still, I
should rather have more rich" cream
than fame Jbst now; Fame" Is nice,
but you cannot eat ordrlnk It . t
' . -Yours very itruly; ".i I
LOVE-IN-A-MIST. '
he exclaimed; ' "Lucky ?the river
doesn't go up any higher, ASt theold
"boat would sink.'!) . - - j
One Felt Sorry
" Teacher "Who was sorry rwhen
Prodigal Son returned? .
Bright Pupil The fatted -calf that fas
Wiled for the dinner, teacher. - -
Bivers and trees and cattle and -all :
Over the countryside .
, s
Till I look ; down on -the gardea'
green.
.-JDawEL. on, .thft..rooi-.goJrowi-
Up in the air I go flying again .
Up in the air and down I
' Kobert Louis Stevenson.
.' .,-,- - , , .-. . ., v, .,
. . - .
were toia tnai xnesj iney must stay,
leave u. , v,
sail toward the isle , of Oxias. when
as they, did in ,tne sweeis oi von-
that he draws water for them from a
TV...- .r no rnnnv tViirsfr
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The Man in the Drum
(nnUERE must be some one inside
I who makes the noise," said
. two boys who were watching a
man beat a great drum. So when the
drummer put down his drum and went
away, the boys" made a hole in each
side of the drum " and put their hands
in. -
The boy who put his hand in at one
side touched the hand of the other boy.
"I've caught htm!" cried both lads, as
they grabbed each otfter's hand and
pulled for dear life. . -
, Still, they could not pull the fellow
out. 'Brother, Isn't he a stubborn per
son!'' exclaimed one boy. "Yes, but we'll
keep on pulling until we have him out!"
said the other. .
: And so they struggled with each other
until the drummer came in search of his
drum. You may know that he was very
angry when he saw the big holes. "I'll
show you who the man tn the drum
. really Is!" shouted hev while he soundly
whipped- the inquisitive boys. -
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U J . l 111 I
Helen, The Mischief Maker
-S-S!" hissed Millie, and then she
broke into a titter.
"Oh," I know I've spoilt the
canvas, but you needn't laugh about It,",
replied Helen, at she spltefuffy 'daubed ,
a yellow streak all the, way across her
picture.. . . - L ' '
"Helen," said Millie m a comforting
tone, "you're a wonderful scientist and -
mechanic,, and you can draw plans and
diagrams 'as' skillfully- as a ' draughts
man; hut-ae an artist you are a brll-1
Uant fizzlei" " v ., -
. "Don't I Ttnow.lt?" Jerked the other.
She looked at. the half-completed pic
ture disdainfully for' a rnonieiit.' Sud-'
. penly.she laughed merrily. don't .
; know why I'm doing Oil anyway;"
she murmured, twirling her brush ; ''but
I iMwant something to pas3 away tin
, A gleam of mischief came into her
eyes. "Hold the cat, Millie," shepleaded-
Her companion wonderlngly obeyed.:
Helen left her easel, and, with ieft
strokes, placed an artistic yellow sti'lpe
vipon v the animal's white .batik., sue
Jumued back to observe the effect.
"Splendid!" sheicrled, dan,cing a Jig
in her delight. 1 . . ?
And then, unheeding Millie's protests,
which grew fulnier as those of the pojr
eat grew , louder she cleverly adorned ,
the cat with yellow -striping. The
girls were admiring their work, witn ,
shrieks of laughter, iwhnn the badly
treated animal escaped their clutches
and ran through the. door.
"Oh. dear me! Aunt Abble will have
a fit. The cat belongs: to her, you
know, and now It will run to her.b
, fore. I will have a chance- to wash oft
the colors." Helen Wa sobered for an .
Instant. Soon she forgot the incident.
however, and she and Millie were talking
of a party - Hetty Barnes expected i toy
give that - week, i when Aunt Abble
burst vlnto the room, her eyes .big wit ri .
surprise and horror. , ' .
"Saniethlng L terrible 1 has happened!
Something terrible has happened!" . shfl
;creanied. - At first the girls were very
much alarmed. 'What Is the trouble?"
thev Inquired.. :.'--,;. ,,.:..-. .;.
"My dear pet Tobycat has gone I I
can't find him anywhere! '-..Ami a strange :
looking yellow"' cat, that "has Toby's
beautiful face, his pretty mew and all .
of Toby's ways, . keeps following . me
RlWUt
Ife!fn opened
t . ,' v
e s sJ) u
1Sokrom
ner so
thev comforted Aunt Abble as best they-
could, and finally sent her away. r
When she was gonethe-girls clasped
.each other In their arms and rocked to
, broke into a titter. t i 'iX
5 WimmMW
tha I i "B AiV- Vir J ' ff VKViWAm W It V VI 1
TPflE Moro Boy did mot know ex
I actly1 hqw- the Old Headhunter
was related to him; but for as
Jong as he could remember he had lived
with, the old man. And ' when be had
grown old enough to toll in the Httl
"garden patch about the hut, he alone
aa worked, th old man sitting on tha
ground at the door of the hut and mum.
biing to himself.
Pusily as the- boy labored, however.
the Old Headhunter was Sever satisfied.
He always grumbled not" at the boy
especially, ; but at - the food . provided.
He did not, like vegetables nor ' fruit ;
The boy would take his bow and arrow
and go out and slay wat,er-rats. . SU11
the old man complained. ' ' ,
"When I was young." sald he. "I
hunted my enemies and elew them and
ate them. That is the food to which I
; h.ave bem accustomed. And now, alas
' musi eat grass ana nerbs little nuea
,.iors great a warrior as i."
. The only pleasure the old man
y pleasure the old man had
was to relate to the Moro Boy tales Of
his prowess as a headhunter: how he
had ranged the Philippine isles, killing
famous -warriors and .strlklns terror
Into the hearts of natives wherever he
went. At the end of each tale he would
always produce four skulls, fastened In
a row to a stick of bamboo, and bid the
lad gaze upon these horrible trophies.
Then he -would show the wicked-look-Ing
bolo with which he had slain the
'warriors to whom the skulls once be-
longed-.
The Moro Boy's greatest Joy was to
go with his pet dog for & long xamblo
through the marshes and the woods.
This dog was the only friend the boy
had, and they dearly loved each other.
As the days passed the Old " Head
hunter behaved more and more strangely.-
He barely spoke to the Moro Boy
now, - but spent all his time muttering
to himself and fingering the grinning
-SttttHSi-
One night the boy was - suddenly
wakened by a sharp, angry barking.
. . As he sprang to his feet he saw the
Old Headhunter trying to kick away
: the dog. In one hand the old man
wung the long, curved bolo and threat
..: ened the dog with its keen blade.- His
eyes blazed fiercely at the boy,. and be
, muttered: "aeatl. Meat I , I must have
meat!" . - y.
"My ' dog has doubtlesslV saved my
life," thought the boy. Then he took
tbe bolo from tthe old man and, com
manded him to sit quietly M a corner -:
of the hut.
Next morning the; Old , Headhunter
seemed to be In his 'right .mind again.
- But almost every hour he would say, 'V
- am hungry for meat." And he would
' plead with the boy to let him cook the
dog.
But the Moro Boy would fling hla
arms around the neck of the faithful
beaut and would not permit the dog to
be killed. After awhile the Old Head-
hunter picked up hls-nkulls, and when
the boy wasn't looking stole silently
away into the marshes; and the Moro
Boy never saw him arrain. ' So the boy
lived alone in the little hut with hla
, friend, the dog, and both were happy.
and fro with lauahter.
"Now ru tell you why I winked,
"gasped MllHe. "I'll hunt all the pet
white cats I can find-there are lots of
t em around handy and bring them to
you for appropriate decoration. We'll
have more fun than you can shake a
- tick at."---? fif f . ; t (
Millie went out with a large basket,
and -quickly returned with what she
called her "first Installment." This
poor puasy soon acquired beautiful
orange stripes and then was permitted
to depart by - the back door. Other
cato followed in rapid succession, un1
, iil the white pet cats in the neigh
borhood iad been captured, painted
end set free. Ry this time the chums
were tired enough to rest from their
mischievous task. Then Millie went
out for news. It was not long be
i fore she came back. , "-i
"Oh me!-oh my!" she laughed, over
and over apraln Finally, nhe wiped
the tears from her eyes, and explain
ed; , l ye had to keep a straight face
for bq long that I thought I'd burst.
Mrs, Kief er nnd Aunt Abble and Mrs.
Matthews all have discovered that
something terrible- has happened.
And they've ' gathered v together in
solemn conference to discuss the mys
tery The rest of the folk who own
white cats won't be long- in finding
?,T?,,.hln8r out oh. our Joke 1$ simply
rich! -: v... , .,,.. , r i.
- Bv nlsrhtfall. the town of Kendall
jrti utterly bewildered. Ten beauti
rul white cats" had icHsappeared, and
In their, places had': come ' ten :ctt
with yellow-and-oranRe stripes but
which in every way excent the color
tnr of cots. were exactly like the lost
. pussies. Who could solve the mystery
- "It's -all tip!" confided MlUie to his
friend .the -next1 morning. "The nelgV
hors .have noticed that your white oat
was the only one not painted, and U.ey
have it In for you!".. , .
mm
.- v , f a. r Ti v i BiinNvc e i- tuutic, Oil (.4 v
iA h ftua pU-uit l-4 --? k hei-wnw
ueien gave one la nee ar, Millie, and
; case. "I'm co-ins: to visit -Cousin: Kl
len. In Tellytown right away IV she
called, from her room.- Put for many
a day after her return Helenpent a
very uncomfortable time, In Kendall
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