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AFTER All HI THE KING OF i;
By CORONA REMINGTON
Tt Bsturdsj. In the gnrfen 1
bind th bouse as old n B was slowly :
pulMrg np rtesd tlke mi p'.r.r.f them J
Is little hups ! the rows, and .
across the nil In of tin gaudy
quilts and blankets were sunning
themselves.
Down tli frint sreps csme a youth,
slender with th Unkness of rsoect
growth.
Ha ssuntejfd towurd a twrrered.
mud S!ttered little red car that was
landing In the fmnt yard under
tree. Adjusting sfirk and (m lever,
be ranked 11. tlien got In and went
rambling. rattling off down the road.
As he eont'nued on his way an Mes
came to him. and h hurried, new drlv
Inj with i pnrpose.
Flv or all mllea farther along he
left the road, and finally Mopped In
front of a rather big white house and '
esst a quick glance over the surround
ings. An Idea rame to him, and ha
put a gentle finger on the hntton that ,
blowa the horn. After a moment he ,
wm rewarded by the sight of Elsie j
Armstrong standing In the doorway.
"ITlo, narry '." she called. J
"Trio! Want to take a rider !
"Uh-hnh. Walt till I get my hat ;
and tell mamma." j
He had never before asked Elsie for ;
a ride, nor any other girt for that mat-
tor. j
Elafe came down the path twinging ,
her hat In her hand and, nnatded by ;
ber friend, jumped lightly into the :
open car. At she sat there beside blm j
ahe was very near nearer than she j
had ever been, and somehow he felt j
ftraneely thrilled. He looked with
wonder at ber little ahort nose all ;
covered with freckles, and decided for j
Hi first time that It wag really a
beautiful nose; and there was aome
thtng about her early hair as It blew
around her face that made him think
of the poetry that he studied In Eng
lish at high school.
"Got your lessons for Monday?" be
asked after a while.
"AH bnt my hist'ry and math. Got
yours?"
"Mighty near."
The conversation lagged again. He
had so much to say. yet couldn't say
word, so they traveled along In si
lence past another farm or two.
"Oh. look, Harry, at the edge of the
meadow over there," she exclaimed
suddenly.
"WhatT
"Dogwood. The first I've seen. Let's
top and get some to take home."
He drove to the side of the road,
then stopped the car and they Jumped
out.
"Let's run," he suggested, catching
her hand.
"It's pretty here, isn't It?" said the
girl after a pan.
Th-huh."
More silence, blissful, comprehen
sive silence.
"Well, I guess we'd better get our
blossoms." from Elsie after a while.
They jumped to their feet and start
ed toward the nearest dogwood tree.
Harry broke the branches and handed
them to her until her arms were full.
"That enough r he asked at last.
"Ch-buh. Aren't they pretty P
Th-huh."
They started back toward the ear
again. Back another way. At he
helped her across a little ditch he
kissed her.
Ob-h-h-hP ahe said breathlessly.
"Oh, what, EisleP he asked anx
iously, fearful least he bad offended.
"N-nothlng only my hand's cramped
holding the dogwood."
Relieved, be took the flowers and
also the cramped little hand and they
went on their way, two rather sober
but wonderfully happy children. As
they rode homeward they Bald little,
but, after all, what was there to sayj
"I've had a good time," she told him
as she Jumped out of the car In her
own front yard.
"Er, say, Eiste, yon going to tell
your mother T
"Tell her whatr she asked Inno
cently. "Tell her we're engaged to be
married."
"No-no, I guess not Bbe'd only say
we're too young to know anything
about love."
Tm not going to tell dad, either,
'cause he'd Just cost and say the same
thing; but we aren't, Elsie, are we?"
Elsie shook her bead and stared at
the ground.
"No-no, we know more about It
than they do, because we're in Move
Just because we're In love, and after
a while when you're older youll get in
love and get married."
"Well, don't you think Vi make you
a good husband V Harry asked ag
frieredly. "Oh, yea, bnt then you're d -different"
"Wsll, good-by, dear," ha said,
blushing furiously, as be threw In the
gears and went rattling out of the
yard.
And after all I wonder.
BOYVILLE
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A Clever Cook.
A woman, teaching In a well-known
eollegs for girls near Boston, vouches
for the truth of this story. She pre
sides over one of the college dining
tables at which sit a down students.
On day some curly lettuce was
brought on. A freshman looked at tt
and exclaimed :
"How clever of the cook to crimp
tt that way. How does she do Itf
WILLIAM ALLEN TTHITB
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BOYS who are born In a small j
town are born free and equal. ;
In the big city It may be dif-:
feront ; there are doubtless good little
boys who disdain bad little boys, and I
poor Utile boys who are never to be ;
noticed under any circumstances. But
In a small town, every boy, good or j
bad, rich or poor, stands among boys I
on his own merits. The son of the ;
banker who owns a turning pole In j
the back yard, does homage to the
baker's boy who can sit on the bar !
and dror snd catch by his legs; while
the good little boy who Is kept In wide
collars and cuffs by a mistaken mother, I
gazes through the white paling of his
father's fence at the troupe beaded
for the swimming hole, and pays all
the reverence which his dwarfed na
ture can muster to the sign of the two
finders. In the social order of boys
who live In country towns, a boy Is
measured by what he can do, and not
by what his father la. And so, W In
field Hancock Pennington, whose boy
name was Piggy Pennington, was the
King of Boyvllle. For Piggy could
walk on his hands, curling one foot
gracefully over his back, and pointing
the other straight In the air; he could
hang by his heels on a dying trapeze;
he could chin a pole so many times
that no one could count the number;
be could turn a somersault in the air
from the level ground, both backwards
and forwards, be could "tread" water
and "lay" his hair; he could hit any
marble In any ring from "taws" and
"knucks down," and better than all,
be could cut his Initials In the ice on
skates, and whirl around and around
so many times that he looked like an
animated shadow, when he would dart
away up the stream, his red "com
fort" flapping behind him like a laugh
of defiance. In the story books such
a boy would be the son of a widowed
mother, and turn out Tery good or
very bad, but Piggy was not a story
book boy, and his father kept a gro
cery store, from which Piggy used to
steal so many dates that the boys said
his father must have cut up the alma
nac to suprly him. As he never gave
the goodies to the other boys, but
kept them for his own use, his name
of "Piggy" was his by all the rights
of Boyvllle.
There was one thing Piggy Penning
ton could not do, and it was the one of
all things which he most wished he
could do; he could not under any cir
cumstances say three consecutive and
coherent words to any girl under fif
teen and over nine. Even after
school Piggy could not join the select
coterie of boys who followed the girls
down through town to the postofflce.
He could not tease the girls about ab
sent boys at such times and make up
rhymes like:
"First the cat and then her tail ;
Jimmy Sears and Maggie Hale,"
and then shout them out for the crowd
to hear. Instead of joining this court
ly troupe Piggy Pennington went off
with the boys who really didn't cart
for such things, and fought, or played
tracks up," or wrestled his way lels-
nr ly home In time to get in his "night
wood." But his heart whs not in these
pastimes ; It was with a red shawl of
a peculiar shade, that was wending its
way to the post office and back to a
home In one of the few two-story
houses in the little town. Time and
again had I'igjy tried to make some
sign to let his feelings be known, but
every time he had failed. Lying In
wait for her at corners, and suddenly
breaking upon her with a glory of
backward and forward somersaults
did not convey the state of his heart.
So only one heart beat with but
one single thought, and the oth
er took motto candy and valen
tines and red apples and picture
cards and other tokens of esteem from
other boys, and beat on with any num
ber of thoughts, entirely Immaterial
to the uses of this narrative. But
Piggy Pennington did not take to the
enchantment of corn silk cigarettes
and rattan and grapevine cigars; he
tried to sing, and walled dismal bal
lirts about the "Gypsy's Warning,"
and "The Child In the Grave With Its
Mother," and "She's a Daisy, She's a
Darling, She's a Dumpling, She's a
l.amb." whenever he was In hearing
distance of his heart's desire, In the
h"T of conveying to her some hint
of the state of his affections; but it
was useless. Even when he tried to
whistle plaintively as he passed her
house In the gloaming, his notes
brought forth no responsive echo.
one morning In the late spring, he
spent half an hour before breakfast
among his mother's roses, which were
just in first bloom. He bad taken out
H ere all the wire from an old broom,
and all his kite string. His mother
had to call three times before he
would leave his work. The youngster
was the first to leave the table, and by
eight o'clock he was at his task again.
Before the first school bell had rung,
Piggy Pennington was bound for the
whoul house with a strange looking
pan el under his arm. He tried to put
bis coat over It, but It stuck out and
rbe newspaper that was wrapped
around It, bulged Into so many cor
ner, that It looked like a home-tied
bundle of laundry.
'What you gotr asked the freckle-
faced boy, who was learning at Piggy's
r et how to do the "muscle grind'' on
the turning-pole.
nut I'iggv Pennington was the King
of Boyvllile, and he had a right to
look straight ahead of bun. as if he
did not hear the question, and say:
"Lovkle here. Mealy. I wish you
would go and tell Abe I want him to
hurry up, ft r 1 want to sec him."
"Abe" was I'ipp ' nearest friend.
His other name was Carpenter. Piggy
only wished to be rid of the freckle
faced boy. But the freckle faced boy
was not used to royalty and Its ways,
so he pushed his inquiry.
"Say. Piggy, have you got your red
ball pants In that bundle?"
There was no reply. They had gone
a block when the freckle-fiuvd boy
could stand It no longer and said:
"Say, Piggy, you needn't be so smart
about your old bundle: now honest.
Piggy, what have you got lu that bundle!"
"Aw soft soap, take a bite good
fer yer appetite." said the king, as he
faced about and drew up his left cheek
and lower eye-lid pugnaciously. The
freckle-faced boy saw he would have
to fight If he stayed, so he turned to
go, and said, as though nothing had
happened, "Where do you suppose old
Abe Is, anyhow?"
Jrst before school was called Piggy
Pennington was playing "scrub" with
all his might and a little girl his
Heart's Desire was taking out of her
desk a wreath of roses, tied to a shaky
wire frame. There was a crowd of
girls around her admiring It, and spec
ulating about the possible author of
the gift ; but to these she did not show
the patent medicine card, on which
was scrawled, over the druggist's ad
vertisement :
"Yours truly, W. H. P."
When the last bell rang, Figgy Pen
nington was the last boy In, and he
did not look toward the desk where he
had put the flowers, until after the
singing.
Then he stole a sitlew ise glance that
way, and his Heart's Desire was deep
In her geography. It was an age be
fore she filed past him with the "B"
class In geography, and took a seat
directly In front of him, where he
could look at her all the time, unob
served by her. Once she squirmed In
her place and looked tow ard him, but
Piggy Pennington was head over heels
In the "Iser rolling rapidly." When
their eyes did at last meet. Just as
Piggy, leading the marching around
a dark day. When a new boy, who
dldnt Belong to the school, cam up
at recess to play. Piggy shuttled over
to him and asked gruffly:
"What's your name?"
"Pudtlln" V tame, ast me agin an"
Til tell you the same." said the new
boy, and tlvn there was a fight. It
didn't soothe Piggy's feelings one bit
that he whipped the new boy, for
the new boy was smaller than Piggy.
And he dared not turn his Hushed face
towards his Hearts IVsire. It was
almost four o'clock when Piggy Pen
nington walked to the master's desk
to get him to work out a problem,
and as he passed the desk of Heart's
Desire he dropped a note in her lap.
It read:
"Are you mad?'
But he dared not look for the an
swer, as they marched out that night,
so he contented himself with punch
ing the boy ahead of hlra with a pin,
and stepping on his heels, when they
were In the back part of the room,
where the teacher would not see him.
The King of Boyvllle walked home
that evening. The courtiers saw plain
ly that his majesty was troubled.
After this feat the king was quiet.
At dusk, when the evening chores
were done. Piggy Pennington walked
past the home of his Heart's Desire
and howled out a doleful ballad which
began :
"You ask what makes this darkey
wee-eep. .
Why he like others am not gay."
But a man on the sidewalk passing,
said: "Well, son, that's pretty good,
but wouldn't you Just as lief sing as
to make that noise?" So the king
went to bed with a heavy heart.
He took that heart to school with
him the next morning, and dragged It
over the school ground, playing crack
the whip and "st Ink-base." But when
he saw Heart's Desire wearing In her
hair one of the white roses from his
mother's garden the Pennington's
had the only white roses In the little
town he knew It w as from the wreath
which he had given her, and so light
was his boyish heart that It was with
an effort that he kept it out of his
throat. There w ere smiles and smiles
that day. During the singing they
began, and every time she came pnst
him from a class, and every time he
could pry his eyes behind her geog-
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"He Walked on His Hands In Front of the Crowd for Nearly Hal? a Block."
the room, was at the door to go out
for recess, the thrill amounted to a
shock that sent him whirling In a pin
wheel of handsprings toward the ball
ground, shouting "scrub first bat,
first bat first bat," from sheer, bub
bling Joy. Piggy made four tallies that
recess, and the other boys couldn't
have put him out, If they had used a
hand grenade or a fire extinguisher.
He received four distinct shots that
day from the eyes of his Heart's Desire,
and the last one sent him home on the
run, tripping up every primary urchin,
whom he found tagging along by the
way, and whooping at the top of his
voice.
The next morning. Piggy Pennington
astonished his friends by bringing a
big armful of red and yellow and pink
and white roses to school.
He had never done this before, and
when he had run the gauntlet of the
big boys, who were not afraid to steal
them from him, he made straight for
his schoolroom, and stood holding them
In his hands while the girls gathered
about him teasing for the beauties. It
was nearly time for the last bell to
ring, and Piggy knew that his Heart's
Desire would be In the room by the
time he got there. He was not mis
taken. But Heart's Desire did not
clamor with the other girls for one of
the roses. Piggy stood off their plead
ings as long as he could with "Naw,"
"Why naw, of course I won't," "Naw.
what I want to give you one for," and
"Go away from here I tell you," and
still Heart's Desire did not ask for
her flowers. There were but a few
moments left before school would be
called to order, and in desperation
piggy gave one rose aw ay. It w as not
a very pretty rose, but he hoped she
would see that the others were to be
given away, and ask for one. But she
his Heart's Desire stood near a
window, talking to the freckle-faced
boy. Then Piggy gave away one rose
after another. As the last bell began
to ring he gave them to the boys, as
the girls were all supplied. And still
she came not. There was one rose left,
the most beautiful of all, She went to
her desk, and as the teacher came In,
bell In hand, Piggy surprised himself,
the teacher, and the school by laying
the beautiful flower, without a word
on the teacher's desk. That day was
rcphy, or her grammar, a flood of glad
ness swept over his soul. That night
Piggy Pennington followed the girls
from the schoolhouse to the post olllce,
and in a burst of enthusiasm he
walked on his hands In front of the
crowd, for nearly a block. When his
Heart's Desire said:
'Ah, ain't you afraid you'll hurt
yourself, doing that?" Piggy pretended
not to hear her, and said to the boys :
"Aw, that ain't nothln'; come down
to my barn, an' I'll do somepln that'll
make yer head swim."
He was too exuberant to contain
himself, and when he left the girls
he started to run after a stray chicken,
that happened along, and ran till he
was out of breath. He did not mean
to run In the direction his Heart's De
sire had taken, but he turned a cor
ner, and came up with her suddenly.
Her eyes beamed upon him, and he
could not run away, as he wished.
She made room for him on the side
walk, and he could do nothing but
walk beside her. For a block they
were so embarrassed that neither
spoke.
It was Piggy who broke the silence.
Ills words came from his heart. He
had not yet learned to speak other
wise. "Where's your rose?" he asked, not
seeing it.
"What rose?" sold the girl, as
though she had never in her short
life heard of such an absurd thing
as a rose.
"Oh, you know," returned the boy,
stepping Irregularly, to make the tips
of his toes come on the cracks in the
sidewalk. There was another pause,
during which Piggy picked up a peb
ble and threw It Ht a bird In a tree.
His heart was sinking rapidly.
"Oh, that rose?" said his Heart's
Desire, turning full upon hltn with
the enchantment of her childish eyes.
"Why, here It Is In my grammar. I'm
taking It to keep with the others.
Why?"
"Oh, nuthln' much," replied the boy.
"I bet you can't do this," he added,
as he glowed up Into her eyes from an
ImpulHlve baiKisprlng.
And thus the King of Boyvllle first
set his light, little foot upon the soil
of an unknown country.
l4, WMtcm NawapaiMf Unloa.)
The neatly-tailored woman with
kindly humorous eyes tuitored the Pull
man briskly and settled hermit lu
chair, watching with interest the vari
rlous passengers dispose themselves.
Site had been sent now after an al
most Impossible Interview.
Miss Martha Dun was known to
round up notables and wring from
them their secret thoughts, whore oth
er reporters fulled in approach.
8a now. the "lovely ladv" entering
(took a chair directly opposite. The
face was truly lovely, from thoughtful
blue eyes to tender curving Hps.
The porter paid her the homage due
a personage, and she cast a little half
smile In the direction of Martha Dun
before she turned to the window.
It was at a country station that the
"wan little girl" again Martha's nam
ing came hesitant up the car steps.
The porter led her to a seat before
that of the lovely lady and across
from Martha Duu In search of a
story.
Tlie story promised to be enacted be
fore her eyes, for the girl, sw-aylng sud
denly, turned a frightened glance on
her neighbor. "I am 111," she said.
Tremblingly weak, the girl toppled,
a crumpling bundle of navy-blue on the
ear floor.
The lovely lady, raising the brown
bead, murmured words of encourage
ment. "You will be all right, my dear.
In a few moments."
"I will be unable to continue the
Journey," the wan little girl said rue
fully. And it would mean ao much to
Granny and me. You see, I was to
sing tonight at a small town entertain
ment. They were to pay me," ahe add
ed Impressively twenty dollars. Now,
I shall have to get off at the next stop
and go back home."
"You love to Blng?" the lovely lady
asked.
"All my life, I have longed to be
a singer. My name Is Alice Sanders,"
the girl offered. "Granny has sacri
ficed a great deal to give me the small
benefit of local teaching."
The girl's eyes twinkled. "Friends
would tell you that I have a remark
able voice the rest of the world has
not awakened to thnt fuct You are
kind to listen. Good-by."
From her purse she drew a note
book and pencil. "Write for me," she
requested, "a line of Introduction. Just
Bay, "A friend, substituting for MIbs
Sanders."
The line was written before Alice
lu her astonishment was fully aware.
"Stop at Waycross," she directed
breathlessly ; "they will have some one
to meet you there."
"May I," Inquired Martha Dun of
the lovely lady, "take this sent for a
moment? I would like to talk with
you." But the lady, turning from
farewell wave to Alice, smiled pla-
catlngly. "Please, no," she said.
A solitary old man was waiting at
Waycross stntlon. His disappointment
in not finding Alice Sanders was evl
dent. Alice's friend approached him
with her explanation and he offered,
not very graciously, to take her over
to the hall, to "see the committee."
"They are waiting there," he said.
Martha Dun, coming out of Way-
cross station, followed resolutely on
up the hill. The hill was filled that
evening and disappointment in their
favorite's absence was apparent on all
sides. Opposite the numbers on the
program that Alice was to have sung,
was written simply "Substituting
for Miss Sanders."
The lovely lady looked down on her
unsmiling audience and sang the songs
that Alice had chosen. The house was
very still then they applauded. The
singer's face flushed happily.
Martha Dun sat on the front seat.
When the applause had died away the
lovely lady took a place at her able.
"Miss Dun," she said, "I ask that
you will not mar my happy hour by
publicity. Let me tell you. That girl
who entered the train today mlgjit
have been myself years ago with my
difficulties and yearning ambition.
When I stood on that crude stage to
night, I was carried back to my first
public singing in our town hall, the
very country town from which Alice
came today. And In all my professional
triumphs I have never sines known the
thrill of that first appearance the
friendly faces everywhere. You will
not use this little story?"
A man with hair graying at the tem
ples came hurrying toward the two.
Before the noted singer of two con
tinents he paused. "Dora I" he ex
claimed. "Tom I" cried the lovely lady.
"I came here," h went on, "filled
with hope because a little patient of
mine told of a generous sweet lady
who volunteered to take her place at
this entertainment. Her description
the news of your return to this coun
tryand I do find you, after all.
Dora I"
Martha Dun slipped away. At the
door she stopped to replace the re
porter's tablet In hor bng. Then a
voice called to her the lovely lady's
face was radiant
"The doctor and I will drive you to
the station, Miss Dun," she said. "And
later, would It compensate If I were
to give you the story of an old love
affair renewed? Theodora Gall's one
love story. The world will be Inter
esteddon't you think In the fact
that she returns from her European
tour to marry a country doctor? For
neither success nor riches," added the
lovely In fly, "bring happiness. Just
I two things count for much In this
world kindly deeds and love."
l, mis, br UoCiur NwsiftMr SyadU-ftl)
Vesta worked In a literary bureau
where 30 or niore women were em
ployed, and where, overbearing re
marks made relative to the helpless
ness of her aspiring to the attentions
of an admirer, she planned a surprise
calculated to overthrow their assur
ance. Seated In un obscure corner of
the lunch room, two girls laughed ex
ultantly over poor Vesta's lack of style
and charm.
She went to Maine litis summer.
said one.
She never had an offer, I believe,"
trilled the other.
And so forth and so on they contin
ued.
But at that moment was born an
idea In the mind of the listener.
Opposite the literary bureuu was a
grocery. Many a time had esia
bought her modest supply from a tall,
good-looking young man.
Next time Vesta bought groceries,
while waiting for change she ad
dressed the young man us follows:
Mr. Fiaxman, would you like to In-
craese your stipend? I will pay you
one dollar If you will meet me twice
a week, walk one block with me, and
appear attentive."
'Twice a week only?" asked the gro
cer's clerk eagerly.
Vesta Infused the temperature of let
Into her voice.
"Twice only. Can you do it?"
"Yes, Miss ?"
"Cobb," snapped Vesta.
"Honest, Miss Cobb, I'll do It for
nothing."
"No only on the agreed terms will
I engage you," suld Vestu, rising and
recovering her parcels.
"I'll do it."
Twice a week, as per agreement, Mr,
Fiaxman waited for Miss Cobb. They
came under the observing eyes of tho
cynical young maidens, In whose esti
mation Vesta began rising.
It never occurred to Vesta that the
young mnn could look tt the situation
In any but a business light. Therefore,
when he took a heavy parcel for her
one evening about seven weeks after
their first agreement, with a quick
command she almost snatched It from
him before the onlookers,
"Miss Cobb, Vesla I'm golug to
your home with you this evening.
There's your car."
Vesta tried to remain Immovable.
Mr. Fiaxman was running on ahead,
carrying the bundle, which contained
her provisions for two days. Very
rosy of countenance, she was forced
to run after him. Quite out of breath,
she sank into a seat. He placed the
heavy package on the floor at her
feet.
They rode to her alighting place
without a word.
"This was not In our agreement,"
snapped Vesta,
"Which Is your house?"
"Fifty-three."
Thunks; please hurry, Vesta. I've
exceeded the regular limit of time."
Vesta was ready to weep. She looked
at him Imploringly, whispering:
"You can't be so cowardly as to tell
them ! Oh, I wish I had not trusted
you so."
"Vesta trust me not to be the cad
you think me "
Vesta was obliged to assume hos
pitality, saying: "Mother, this Is Mr. I
Flamnan. He's been helping me home i
with"
"Provisions," promptly Interpolated
the escort, hugging the bulky package
to his breast.
"Mr. Klaxman, I'm sure I am very
grateful. Sit right here. I know you
had a long way to come with Vesta,
nnd you must be hungry."
After the meal the family followed
Vesta to the living room. They re
garded the young man with great ap
probation. The graphophone was brought Into
use. Mr. Fiaxman told funny stories.
Vesta was obliged to force a smile
when they all urged blm to come again
soon. He thanked them, while bo
looked meaningly straight nt Vesta.
For a week Miss Cobb eluded him,
slipping out by the buck entrance.
She was reticent when the family In
quired for him.
Then he changed his tactics, accost
ing her pleasantly as she emerged
from the renr of the building. Again
be took her parcels.
They walked a whole block before a
word was exchanged.
When finally they were out of sight
of the critical stares of the "hands,"
Mr. Fiaxman spoke.
"We are not playing now," he said.
Vesta's glance would have discour
aged a less determined suitor.
"We differ In viewpoint, Mr. Flax
man. I'll pay you your price now "
Vesla took a bill from her hand
bag. "Vesta, I'll curry your parcels
through this world nnd Into the next
If you'll let up on that play-acting. I
will not take a cent for It Please
don't glnre so here, take my handker
chief rub thnt powder off your nose."
Vesta succumbed. They became the
envy of the "hands" In the autumn
when the wedding hells pealed for
them.
The hired man becntne a willing
bridegroom.
World's Present Need.
It Is thought by some persons that If
the common people rule the world
there will he millennial conditions. Hut
the trouble Is, the common people have
been ruling tho world. Now the world
Is In sore need of uncommon people.
Elmer Willis Serb
HEPPNER RODEO, Sept 278-9, 1923
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