The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, October 14, 1922, Page 4

|? Marquette Bldg. “PAGE FOUR THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE ‘ Entered at. the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class | ; Matter. GEORGE D. MANN : - - = Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY -DETROIT CHICAGO PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. .. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS * “The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or ‘republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not other- wise credited in this paper and also the local news published herein. All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are ‘algo reserved. ® | MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE Daily by carrier, per year..........+0+ Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) .. 7.20 Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck).... 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota. sé.. 6.00; ‘THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER i (Established 1873) A NEW SLOGAN i “You can’t legislate prosperity” ought to be a good slogan for North Dakota to adopt for a while, until the fantastic | belief that to open the flood-gates of the treasury is to bring; milk andyhoney into the land, is dissipated. A glance over the pages of history of this nation will reveal that the fore-' fathers who hacked their way through a wilderness and built | a great land did not in every moment of depression look to: their government as some agency with powers to reverse the! laws: of nature and dissipate their troubles by grandiose flourish and legislation. When they were up against a hard proposition they plunged in and with their own ideas, thei own brain and brawn and initiative solved their problems. ; With the multiplicity of indirect taxes the average citizen! may have felt he escaped the effect of a federal appropration | of a few million dollars but he is now learning that the ac-} cumulated effect of innumerable explorations into paternal-| jsm and constant dipping into the treasury has become so| great that the burden and the protest against it is equally vehement from the poor man as from the millionaire. ~North Dakota has a flour mill at Drake, but since the Ply name of the little mill has passed almost out of the vocabu-! Jaries of political speakers there are few in the state who know whether the mill is running or closed, and so far.as its - effect upon the wheat market or the farmer, or in making; a real contribution to a study of the ‘cost and possibilities an manufacturing North Dakota wheat in’ North Dakota by the state, the plant might as well be in Africa. Just about the time the state will have completed a $2,500,000 invest- ment at Grand Forks a great Minneapolis flour-making firm ‘announces it will build a far greater mill in Buffalo, N. Y., for the reason it finds it more profitable to manufacture ‘flour at that lake port. If the Grand Forks mill were grind-! ing away 24 hours a day it would consume but a small part ‘of North Dakota’s 117,000,000 bushel wheat crop. There shas been an effort to make voters believe that the Bank of North Dakota ought to be a huge storehouse through which % golden flood would be dropped upon the state, yet reports ‘show that insurance companies have invested in tlie state gnany times the amount that the strongest. supporters of ‘their theory have promised to pour out of the golden horn. :; “There are manifestly innumerable ways in which a gov- ernment can and ought to aid its people, but the mere wave :6f ‘a legislative hand will not bring prosperity. And every time money is appropriated out of the treasury a tax is go- ing to be levied, directly or indirectly, upon all the people of the, state. ; PETE “Pete, the raccoon in Boston zoo, likes bread. By acci- dent: he drops a chunk of dry bread in his water tank, and finds it so pleasing to his taste that now Pete soaks all his bread in water. Is this intelligence? To remember the soaking process requires memory; To know that what made’one piece of another piece in- \ bread tasty will"have the same effect on volves reasoning. ~ ’ : All life is “intelligent” to some degree—even vegetable He.” Otherwise, how does a climbing vine know enough to follow a trellis built for it? HEREAFTER ' More than a milliow soldiers fought for the south durin the Civil War. All except 75,066 of. them are dead,’ reports General John S. Carr, commander-in-chief of the United Con- federate Veterans. : ae News like this startlingly reminds us that we are all traveling to the cemetery. If everybody kept this grim fact in. mind, and &cted accordingly, there would be less mischief ‘aid brazen deviltry. Our stopover on earth is brief, yet: many of us are a$ ruthless as if we were here for all eternity. 3 DOUG a! + Who shot the arrow that hit Abraham Seligman in the chest while standing at the rear window of his New York #ar shop? \ ; ; ed Doug Fairbanks doubts that it was his arrow, but ad- mits that he had been fooling on a nearby roof with bow- and-arrow used in his film, “Robin Hood.” This is about zero in happenings. Still, it gets attention and millions are more interested in it than in Mustapha penal. It may be just as important, too, a few hundred years ‘rom now. < i FORD. In Detroit, consumers pay $15 a‘ton retail for coke. The price is $8 a ton to men working for Henry Ford. He makes his own coke and sells it wholesale to his employes. = This is.as good as a wage bonus. Large employers will find a highly profitable field in co- ‘operative buying fo rthose on their payrolls. Helping the employe get more for his dollar is the next best thing to giv-' ing him more dollars. ey ° AUTO ' . Paris is excited by successful tests of an auto, invented by a Frenchman, which runs on crude oil instead of gasoline. Don’t expect too much. If all autos begin using crude oil, gasoline will become cheap, crude oil expensive. You cannot get away from the system. Price is regulated by supply and demand—usually pathird by supply, two-thirds by demand. EXAGGERATED “ Damage done by Turkish troops to railroads and business property in Smyrna was “not as serious as first reported,” ‘This is cabled by A. B. Hall, Uncle Sam’s commercial attache iat Athens, after a personal tour of the “devastated regions.” You probably suspected as much at the time. ‘2! Majority of the “information” released officially and‘ sémi-officially in Europe is propaganda. Editor | Kresge Bldg. | {proud claim that we are a civilized | ize EDITORIAL REVIEW ———— Comments reproduced in this column may or may not express | the opirion of The Tribune. They are presented here ir order that our readers may have both sides of important issues which .are || || being discussed in the preas of || the day, att THE POPULAR SONGS | | When ‘the General Federation of | Women’s Clubs, in convention at Chautauqua, New York, decided upon a campaign for the improve-! ment of popular music, they start- ed something worth while, One’s prayers and cheers will be with’ jthem until glorious success shall) |have crowned their efforts, | | ‘The popular songs are punk. |, They area disgrace to the repub-! lic. They make a mockery of our) jand enlightened people.’ It is hard to tell whether their grammar, their, rz:yme or their meter ig the most impossible. But it is easy to! tell that much more atrocious is | their lack of true sentiment, of po- etic feeling, of lyric form, and that more atrocious still is the sugges- | tiveness, the vulgarity, too often; the downright smut and obscenity, ! that seem to be their hall mark.; And, heaven save the mark, they) help to “educate” our boys and) girls! Perhaps not many. realize how much they “help.” - They lit- ter the pianos in the homes, They | are screeched from the phono-| graphs. The young folks go about | inging them, humming them, inno- | sent—innocent at first—of their} meaning. But the meaning sinks in and takes root. ‘ There are a great many bad, thits our young folks have to| contend with ‘in these days of, the} utomobile, the bootlegger, the di-| ‘orce court, the yellow newspaper, | he yellower “magazine.” the neg- lected and neglectful home, the un- | precedented freedom and. lack of; restraint and guidance :that stalk | the footsteps of youth. Of them} all none is a more insidious dan-/| ger than the “popular” song set to “popular” music. When we think | . |.this life, and bring of the real and deathless songs, of | the music that is the nearest thing we know’ to absolute truth and beauty, and then of what our chil- dren are given as substitutes, there | arise emotions too explosive for | words. 7 Our hats are off to,the club wo- men. May they chase the modern there club it to death!—Omaha| World Herald. j REMEMBERS HIS FIRST LOVE The last issue of the National Magazine, published by Joe Mitch- ell. Chappel, at Boston, contains two articles of interest to North; Daketans: One a review of Gov- ernor Nestos’ life history, and the | other relating to Mr, Chappel’s| early experiences in La Moure | county many years ago, when claim | hunters were still trecking into/ that land in search of new homes. Joe ran a newspaper in La Moure, graduating from his father’s claim to that high estate, andi securihg the old hand press and a bit of type of a former enterprize through a | trade of an old street car horse for the outfit. He was a versatile kid and made it lively in a county seat fight in those days. : | From there ‘he gravitated to | South Dakota newspaperdoom, and | j then becamg a page in the U. S.! j senate, as we remember it, where; his bright mind attracted attention; and friends and got him on the road | | to, magazine work, which he has/ | followed successfully ever since.) |He is an exceedingly clever writer | j; and hag published several very in- | teresting books. The Advance man | knew Joe in the territorial days |and later met him at the Buffalo | and St. Louis fairs, to find that the; | high ideals of youth are still with (him and that a bright spot in his | memory is those strenuous days on | the farm and at La Moure.—Beach Advance. —_—— HE DIDN'T FILL SILOS There are several members of| | Congress who are obliged to use the 200-weight when they step | upon scales to ascertain their heft. Senator McCumber, of North Da- | kota, tells an amusing story about | | the experience of one of these full- |growns while:campaigning in a re-| mote section of the west. Entering a little,eountry restau- rant one morning, while the pro-' | prietor - waiter - cdok - cashier was! | working in the kitchen, he loudly hammered on one of the tables with his fist to attract attention. “Say, do you serve meals here?” | he barked, when the proprietor ;came in from the kitchen wiping jhis hands on his overworked | apron, | “Yes,’ we serve»meals here, but | We don’t. fill silos,” he snapped as |he started kitchenward.—National | Republican. Recs a, || ATHOUGHT || | ——@ | And that which fell among thorns, | are they, which, when they have | heard, go forth, and are choked with | | cares, and riches and pleasures of | no fruit to per-| fection—Luke 8:14. 5 ates cent f popular song to its foul lair and! j y JEWEL ROBERT W. CHAMBERS an _ ‘THE. BISMARCK TRIBUNE ©1022 GEORGE K-DORAN COMDANY BEGIN HERE TODAY For the second time, Love made its appearance in the whirlpool of passions that surrounded the Flam: ing Jewel, that priceless gem, stolen first from the COUNTESS OF ESTHONIA by the Great international thief, QUINTANA, and stolen from Quin- tana by MIKE CLINCH. : It was love of the now beggared | countess that made , JAMES DARRAGH swear to restor2 the jewel to her. He traced’ it ‘to Clinch’s disreputable hotel in the Adirondacks, where he worked under the name of Hal Smith. Now love was appearing in the life of beautiful ; EVE STRAYER, - Clinch’s. ; step- daughter and_ the’ one _ influence for good in Clinch’s crime-stained career, Eve, captured by Quin- tana and threatened ‘with torture to make her reveal the Flaming Jewel, escaped from his savage clutch and was brought to camp by STATE TROOPER © STORMONT. Stormont stood guard while Clinch and his gang went into the night to wipe out Quintana’s gang and with them ! KLOON, the rum-runner, and -LEVERETT, the trap-thief, who had escaped with the jewel packet when it slipped from Eve as she was being carried into the camp after her escape. CHAPTER V. In‘ the hot, uncomfortable silence, neither spoke. Trooper Stormont seated himself after a while. And, after a while, Eve turned on her pil- low part way toward him, Somehow they both undersood that it was’ friendship which , had subtly filled the interval that sep- arated them since that amazing day. “Pye often thought of you,” he said—as though they had been dis- cussing his absence. No hour of the waking day that she had not thought of him. But she did not say so now. After a little while: “Is yours a lonely life?” she asked in a low voice. ~ “Sometimes. est.” “Sometimes,” she said, “the forest seems like a trap that I can’t escape. Sometimes I hate it.” “Are you loncly, Eve?” “As.you are. You see I know what the outside world it. I miss it.” “You were in boarding school and college.” “Yes.” “It must be hard for you here at Star Pond.” : The girl sighed, unconsciously: “There are days ‘when —can’ scarcely—stand it. . . . The wild- But I love the for- ‘erness would be more endurable if ded ard I were all alone... . But jeven then—” “You need young people of your own age—educated companions—” The glory of life ‘is to love, not to ‘ eae ; is | “I need the city, Mr. Stormont, 1 j be loved; to give, not to geti to! ncediall it ean give; I'm starving for serve, not to be served.”—Hugh | i phat's all.” (Blacks piece She turned. on her pillow, and the | 5 }saw that she was smiling faint! | CUT THIS OUTAIT IS WORTH/ Her face bore no trace of the tracic | MONEY truth she had uttered. But the Cut out this slip, enclose «with Se tragedy was plain enough to him, and mail.it to Foley & Co., 2835 Shei- eyen without her passionless words field Ave., Chicago, Ill, writing your of revolt.. The situation of this name and address clearly. You will, young, educated girl, aglow with receive in return a trial package youtn, fettered, body and mind, to | containing Foley’s Honey and Tar the squalor of Clinch’s dump, was Compound for coughs, colds and croup; Foley Kidney Pills for pains} perfectly plain to ‘anybody. She said, seeing his troubled ex- in sides and back; rheumatism, back- | pression: “I’m sorry I spoke thet | ache, kidney and bladder ailments; and Foley Cathartic Tablets, a whole- some and thoroughly cleansing cath- artic for constipation, biliousness, headaches, and sluggist bowels. a The leaves of the Madras water lilies will readily support the weight of a child. way.” : | “I knew how you must feel,, any- ' way.” \ | "“Tt seems. ungrateful,” she mur- mured. “I love my stepfather.” “You've proven that,” he re- marked with a dry humor that brought the hot flush to her face [sean that “It scares me to remember what I tried to do. . , What: a frightful thing—if I had killed: you—How can you forgive me?” “I must have been crazy day,” she said. “How can you forgive, Eve?” She turned her head: “I do.” “Entirely 2?” “Yes.” ‘ (He gaid—a slight cmotion notice- able in his voice: “Well, I forgave you before the darned gun exploded in our hands.” e “How could you?” ‘she: protested. “T'was thinking ‘all the while that you'were acting as I’d have acted if anything threatened my- father.” “Were you thinking of that?” “Yes—and also”how to get hold of you before you shot me.” He began to laugh. After a moment she turned her head to look at him, and her smile | glimmered, responsive to his amuse- “How about that egg?” , he in- quired. “I can get up—” “Better keep off your feet. What is there ‘in ‘the pantry? You must be starved.” “I could eat a little before supper time,” she admitted. “I forgot to take my lunch with me this morn- ing. It is still here in the pantry on the bread box, wrapped up in brewn paper, just as I left it—” She half rose in bed, supported ov one arm, her curly brown-gold hair framing her face: EVERETT TRUE ( MA } ment, But she shivered slightly, too. | en eee eeeeeeEeEeEOEOoTOTTTT TTT $$ ) HOW WiLt sou Have YouR Eaes, 31R £ n Ke 'SM’ 1S THERE ANYTHING IN THAT PAPEL ABOUT. “—Two cakes of sugar-milk choco- flate in a flat brown packet tied with his amusement. ‘So he went down to the pantry and discovered the parcel on the bread box where she had left it that morning, before starting for the He brought it to her, placed both pillows upright behind her, stepped back gaily to admire the effect. Eve, | her hands, | with her parcel in laughed shyly at his comedy. “Begin on your chocolate,” he’ said “I’m going back to fix you some bread and butter and.a cup of tea.” When again he had disappeared, the girl, still smiling, began to untie her packet, hurriedly, slowly loosen- ing string and wrapping. Her ‘attention was not fixed on what her slender fingers were about. She drew from the parcel a flat morocco case with a coat of arms and crest stamped on it in gold, black, and scarlet. For a few moments she stared at the object stupidly. The next mo- ment she heard: Stormon’t spurred tread on the stairs; and she thrust the morocco casé and the wrapping under the pillows behind her. She looked:up at him in a dazed way when he came in with the tea and bread. He set the tin tray on side. “Eve,” he said, “you ‘look very white and ill. Have you been hurt somewhere, and haven’t you admitted it?s ‘ She seemed unahle to speak, and he took both her hands and looked anxiously into the lovely, pallid features. ¢ After a moment she turned her head and buried her face in the pillow, trembling now in overwhelm- sugar-milk chocolate hidden under a bush in the forest. For a long while the girl lay there, the feverish flush partly hidden face, “her hands tremulous, restless, now seek- BY CONDO 2% wo 33.4 as Lb LTA b QooD Manners 4 a string,” she explained, smiling at | her bureau and came over to the bed- | ing realization of what she had e| dured for the sake of two cakes 0: ‘poses at this Post. j eseape his clasp—eloquent, uncertai' | | little hands that seemed to tell so; | much and yet were telling him noth-| | ing he could understand, |- ‘Eve, dear,” he said, “are you in pain? What is it that happened to| you? I thought you were all. right.| | 10h seemed all/ right—” as “T am,” she said in a smothered | } voice, “You'll stay here with me, won't you?” i “Of course I will. reaction. It’s all over. You're re- iuxing. ‘hats all dear. You're safe.! | Nothing can harm you now—” | “Please don’t leave me.” After a moment: “I won't leave you. . ... I wish I might never | leave vou.” ¢ | In the tense silence that followed, her( trembling ceased. Then his heart, heavy, irregular, began beat- ing so that the startled pulses in her ‘bodv awoke, wildly responsive. | Deep emotions, new, unfamiliar,| | were stirring, awaking, confusing! them both, In a sudden instinct to| escape, she turned and partly rose ‘one one elbow, gazing blindly about her out of tear-marred eyes. | | “I want my room to myself,” she! | murmured in a -breathless sort of | “I want you to go out, please It’s just the} A boyish flush burnt his face. He} | got up slowly, took his rifle from the jcorner, went out, closing the door, jand seated himself on the stairs. i And there, on guard, sat Trooper | Stormont, rigid, unstirring, hour | | after hour, facing the first great pas: | | Sion of his life, and stunned by the} impact of its swift and unexpected blow. . } | In her chamber, on the bed’s edge. , Sat Eve Strayer, her deep eyese fixed | on space, Vague emotions, exquisite- \ly recurrent, new born, possessed her. The whole world, too, all around her seemed to have become jaisty: and golden and all pulsating | with! a faint, still rhythm that inde- finably thrilled her pulses to re- sponse. Passion, full-armed, springs flam- | ing from the. heart of man. Woman ; is slow to burn. And it was the deli, |eate phantom of passion that Eve | gazed upon, there in her unpainted chamber, her sun-tanned fingers | linked listlessly in her lap, her lit! | feet like bruised white flowers droop- | ing above the floor. Hour ‘after hour she sat there ‘dreaming, staring at the tinted ghost ! of Eros, rose-hued, near-smiling, un- real, impalpable as the dusty sun- ‘beam that slanted from her window, | gilding the boarded floor. | Three spectres, gilding near, | Chance and Destiny, Whispering to- j gether, passed on toward the depths | of the sunset forest. (Continued in Our Next Issue) meray | PEOPLE’S FORUM | ————_—_—_——_ | Editor The Tribune: The Bismarck Tribune is full of | “historical” items incidental to the | celebrating of the “Golden” and the | twin cities’ bridge that it is impos-' sible to take it all in the usual daily itunate people of Bismarck, are pat- ted on the back, I crave a bit. of space “touching ard’ appertaining” | to the several coal discoveries in} | your territory. | In Mr. M. H. Jewell’s directory of ; | Mandan’s founding (Bismarck Tri-| ‘bune, Sept. 14, 1922) says, “In 1873 Mr. Dennis Hannifin and party start- j;ed across the river, due west to ex-} | plore the country ,and a three foot j vein of coal was discovered.” | Mr. Hannifin’s discovery prompted ; the exploring of age worn papers and I found the following order: “Headquarters, Fort Rice, D. T. September 16, 1872. Special Orders, No, 129—Extract. | II, In compliance | with instruc- tions from Headquarters Department | of Dakota of the 20th ultimo, 1st | Lieut. Henry Marcotte 17th Infantry j with a detachment of one Corporai| | and ten privates will proceed tomor- | row morning to the coal mine in this | vicinity and procure from it a few tons of coal for experimental pur-! | The Quartermaster’s | will furnish the necessary transpor- | | By order of Col. Crittenden. | Horatio Potter, Jr., Post Adjutant.” The original copy of this order is State Historical Society. | I also,found some snap shots of} presumably the coal vein found by} |Mr. Hannafin and also a coincident,’ jand sent to me by Captain Frank’ | Lafayette Anders, of Fargo, N. D.,| | tleman who won the ‘Medal of Honor! |for ‘conspicuous heroism in_ the | Wars, was first found gasping for! | God’s air within the stockade of Fort! | 1875, three years after his father, F. | |L. Anders of G. Co., 17th Infty., was | who varied the nours of September | | 16th, 1872, in digging. the Ngnite coal the Sioux on the nearby range might | take. vi sire of Interior Department officials | jto experiment on the- properties of |had incidentally referred in thcir/ | reports of exploration and scoutings | and enlisted men and stock animals, in the absence of ‘pure water, were Department} | / Ast Lieut. and Adjut. 17th Inf. ' mailed to Ellen Hedrick, Librarian. | | to-wit: The snapshots were taken! several years ago,and that that gen- | Spanish-American and in the World| | Abraham Lincoln on the Hogback in; ‘one of the ten privates in. the order. | and being ready for any snapshots! The “order” came about by the de-| \the lignite to which army officers: }for the reason that both officers with thirst-swollen | suffering tongues, ‘alkali-burning nostrils and cracked lips and were forced to drink ‘either’ alkali or lignite liquids, or | perish. Notwithstanding this one of the| ‘usual hardships and undergone by| |army men I am confident that ‘in |neither of the archives prompting, |Dr. Babcock’s most valuable “Story| | of Lignite” (Bismarck Tribune. Sep-| tember 14, 1922) nor in the records! |of the United States Interior Deparc- | ‘ment, will be found a word showing that Prof. Hayden and the other dis-| | tinguished in “exploring discoveries”) ‘benefitted by “pointers” originating | lin the reports of the patient, uncom- | | Plaining and. unsung Regular Army | that marked with its blood the trails | of civilizatian’s march into the wil-| | derness from and including explora- |tions of Lewis and Clark. | Sean the railway’s literature, read} joy millions of newcomers, and note, ; dose. Now, that you, that is the for- |. j—8o something is the matter. “= SATURDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1922 | ing his, convulsively, now striving to. the very: few references’ made to ‘Army Posts or the Army under the protecting care of which the survey- ors, the constructors and the ven- turesome first settlers owed their! lives. With the exception of War De-| partment Records the Army’s part is erased from the maps. HENRY MARCOTTE, Captain U.-S. Army, Retired, Com- manding Indian: Scouts at Fort ‘Abraham Lihcoln D. '. i Fifty Years Ago. Sent, 30, 1922, ? St. Augustine, Fla. The sp'ce of life palls when it is all spice. Let’s make Safety First last. The trouble with the movies is they show what people like. Bvery man thinks he has too much cheek when he shaves. What is sadder than a poor imita- tion of being happy? All kinds of flowers get loved ex- cept wall flowers. ‘An actress is known by the hus- bands she divorces. r This. winter it will be “Where there’ smoke there’s a crowd.” Somé officeseekers don’t even get a good run for their money. Kentucky farmer whipp two aviators who landed’ in his field. His slugan is “Swat the Fliers.” It is all right to be sorry for something if its. not, yourself, “Flapper ;Philosophy” is a new boat! thére. real philosophy is that a girl must be fpst'te catch a man. “Eighth wonder of the world is “Where can I get 8 per cent inter- est?” Al Jennings, famous ex-bandit, may become an actor. Hope Al doesn’t become a bad actor. Swiss cheese, which has never seen Sw'tzerland, is higher now be- cause of the tariff. When a man cannot get a grip on himself someone else can. Marriage is an institution. It is an institution of learning. About 17,000 sealskins were sold in St. Louis, from which about 170,000 sealskin coats will be made. Hawaiian volcano is boiling over ‘ and Bryan is speaking for his broth- er in Nebraska also. N oti [ee Philadelphia explorers have found where ‘Antiochus is burned in Pal- estine, Philadelphia police are at work on the case. ————uq— ——~- ' ADVENTURE OF | | THETWINS — | —_—_— OO By Olive Barton Roberts | | Twelve Toes, being a Sorcerer, had. a perfect right to’ rage, he thought. Espec’ally when he wasn’t having his own way. I He wasn’t having his own way now. Not a bit of it! He wanted something very much and he hadn’t been able to get: it. You know what it was—the Fairy’ Queen’s magic automobile that Nancy and Nick were riding in. “The very idea!” roared Twelve Toes. “To think that Light Fingers isn’t smart enough to get that au- tomobile for me! He’s the pest bad fairy Ive got, better than Comet- Legs or Flap-Doodle or any of them rl have to find out what it is.” He went to his telephone and call- ed up the Sour Old Witch who lived under a waterfall..She was a good friend of his. Maybe she would know what the trouble was. “Hel‘lo,” she ‘answered‘ down the receiver. “Is that yo‘u, Raggyshank? asked Twelve Toes. for that was her name. “None other.” answered the’ Sour Old Witch. “Who’re you?” “It's Twelve Toes speaking.” an- swered Twelve Toes. “Will you tell me why I can’t get the magic autorobl’e? Can’t you help?” “I did,” said the Sour Old Witch ‘n an upset voice. “I gave Light Fingers my magic egg with ‘a stone wall in. it and it wouldn’t: work worth a cent. No sooner did the stone wall appear thanit fell down again.” “What!” screamed Twelve Toes. “What does that mean?” “It means.” said the witch, “that the Green Wizard is more powerful than we are. He is helping Nancy and Nick.” ————=S=—=—=—===: Are You A Mother? Here is Some Good Advice for Every. Wom taking Minneapolis, —“Dr. ‘Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is an excel- lent tonic for a woman to take dur- ing expectant motherhood. 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