The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, May 29, 1926, Page 8

. ‘ PAGE EIGHT 6 allel The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper | THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER \ (Established 1878) Published by the Bismarck Tribufe Company, Bismarck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at Bismarck, as second class mail matter. I George D. President and Publisher | . Mann......eees Subscription Rates’ Payable in Advance { Daily dy carrier, per yeat.... Daily by mail, per year, (in Bismarc! > 720 Daily by mail, per year, | (in state outside Bismarck)....... » 6.00} Daily by muil, outside of North Dakota. + 6.00 | Member Audit Bureau of Circalation Member of The Associated Press | The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the | use for republication of all news dispatches credited | to it or not otherwise credited in this paper, and alay | the local news of spontaneous origin published here- | in. All rights of republication of all other matter | herein are also reserved, y | Foreign Representatives | G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO DETROIT Tower Blig. Kresge Bldg. | PAYN®, BURNS AND SMITH H NEW YORK - - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. | (' *icial City, State and County Newspaper) The Whipping Post Considerable comment has resulted from the reg cent flogging of a convicted wife-beater in a Balti- mere jail. Indignant remonstran has arisen on every side from people who were in sympathy with} the por man.” It is an inhuman method of pun- ishment, they say, and one which any civilized com- muni hould hesitate to use. The cat-o'-nine-tails | they characterize as a relic of barbarity. But as a matter of fact it is a punishment only adequate for the crime for which it paid. Imprison- | ment under modern, humane, sanitary conditions, is no longer feared. It is merely an extended vaca- tion. But the lash. That is a different matter. the whip descends upon the bare back the culprit feels it bite through the flesh. It is a painful pun- | ishment, net only for the moment, but for some and even the most hardened crim- inal will think a long time before committing a mis- | demeanor or a crime for which the lash is the pun- ishment. Let us get waay from any sickly sentimentality on the subject. A wife-beater is a despicable per- son. That is admitted. During the beating the wife must have suffered and her injuries make her suffer long afterward. Why isn’t it true poetic justice that the man who performed the beating suffer the exact amount of similar physical pain in expiation of the wrong he did his wife and society at large? A criminal is a criminal. All the parlor moralists in the world can’t change the fact of his criminality. They may bewail his early environment, they may point to his unfortunate companions by whom he was induced to commit crime, they may send flowers te the “r.fortunate man” in jail, they may appear before the pardon board to plead for clemency for the criminal, but they cannet ‘change the stark fact that we are today coddling criminals and making it almost impossible to enforce the law. These so-called “uplifters” are causing more harm than good and their activities are to be discouraged. | was a catch in it. | $175,000. j with Frank Doelinar, however worthy a young man the same period of time, and is equal to one-sixth of the total cost of operation of our national gov- ernment. Experts“are earnestly seeking a solution of the problem represented by this fire loss. It is held that carelessness is’ perhaps the great: est factor in this loss, and that while safety devjecs and fireproofing materials may reduce the fire haz- ard, the real solution is in extensive educational pro- ams designed to get people in-the habit of being careful. Fire endangers life and“Timb -as ‘well as | dollars —so it pays’ to be i | He hasn't the true reform temperament unless his normal! state is one of indignation. - The Rich Little Poor Girl ' Glenn C, Kasnic was a rancher in Nebraska. fle must have been a good rancher, for he left quite a.) But he knew more about cattle than At least, he didn’t know his bit of money. he did about people. niece, Mary Kasnic. Mary was working in a grocery store’in Cleveland when her uncle died and left her $175,000: But there She must marry Frank Doelinat of Omaha. Mary could have used the money very well. Ask any clerk in a grocery store if he or she can use But Mary already was in love. And not Frank might have been. Like Caesar, Mary waved away the gift. she has taken the right start in life. And in that begins at night seldom lasts long.” | me way with good resolutions. British An interesting and unusual sidelight on the great British strike was its lack of violence. One won- ders whether the same thing could have happened in America without a lot of bloodshed and cracked heads. Probably not. Whether your Briton is less bellig- erent than his American cousin or whether the fam- qus English bobbies evoke a more profound respect for law and order than the American cops, we don’t know. At any rate, both sides of the great social clash in the “tight little island” must be congratulated on having taught us a lesson. They secm to regard human life as sacred in England. There are times when every normal buy thinks he is an intelligent minority of one. “Dance of the Nymphs” Joseph Zoricany is a sixth-grade pupil in a Cleve- land school. Recently he won prize money in a kite-flying contest. If he had bought a ball glove or a flock of chocolate sodas he would have been like most other boys. He might even have bought a gun and gone out and held up a gasoline station. But Joseph Zoriczny bought none of these things. The Gay after the contest he came into school with a long paper parcel. The teacher’s curiosity was aroused. She asked Joseph to open it. He did. It was a copy of a famous painting, “Dance of the Nymphs,” by the Franch master, Corot. Joseph can make a good kite, which is something. And he has that which is inestimably moi ipprecia- tion for the beautiful and the imaginative. He is a A Fine Spirit Although there were few newspapermen of long experience who agreed with the methods adopted by Cornelius Vanderbilt when he launched several tab- |fopular picture in Italy. Joid newspapers and magazines, from a financial|ian paper money. young man worth watching. Mussolini's portrait is soon to become the most It is to adorn all the Ital Then, no matter what the de- angle, the old age of newspaper cut-throat antag- | nomination, each bill will be a “duce”. onism is past and gone and every newspaper pub- lisher worthy of the high ideals of the profession, It is a totally lazy boy who cannot find a fairly extends to Mr. Vanderbilt his sympathy in the fin- {satisfactory swimming hole these days, ancial difficulties which have ensnared him. Few ¢an help admire this outspoken, sincere son Let other lands have such monopolies as ‘they can of Brigadier General Cornelius Vanderbilt, who, | get; America has a monopoly of America, when his father refused to lend his publishing cor- peration money, retained competent counsel and an- Don’t scare the baby. It may make the little fel- nounced to the newspapers of the country that he |low grow up to become an esthetic dancer. was “broke,” that the company needed $300,000 with which to keep running and that he stocd ready to pledge his patrimony of $1,500,000 as security for that amount. It will be remembered that no so long ago this Same newspaper publisher startled the country when he published, on the front page of the “Miami Daily Tab,” Florida, a boxed editorial in which he scored society for “dropping” Ellin Mackay after her mar- riage to Irving Berlin. In this editorial young Van- derbilt spoke out quite vehemently against the snob- bery /of society and quoted the lowly origin of the Vanderbilt family to prove his point. Consequently Cornelius Vanderbilt, Jr., has proven himself something of a man. His course has been an open one. He has made mistakes in his manage- ment of his papers. He admits it and wishes, as far as he is able, to set things to rights. Let us hope he succeeds. Self-control, in some men, is limited to complete control of the conscience. Forced Chapel In a majority of the questionnaires sent to 315 colleges, the presidents, replying as to their opin- ions about obliging students to attend chapel, stated that they approved, and gave as the benefits to be derived therefrom, “religious and inspirational value of the service.” No doubt the worthy people ‘are sincere in their opinions, but just as certainly they are mistaken. Virtue can be neither legislated nor commanded; virtue is voluntary. The very act of forcing a per- son to do a thing predisposes him against it, and the benefits are doubtful. *.There is a passion abroad in America today to legislate morals and public behavior beyond a safe point: Compulsory chapel is a complete mockery of the spirit of divine worship which’ should prompt such attendance. Forced ‘attendance is attendance of the flesh, not the spirit, and consequently is 2 © failure, from a religious standpoint, The jury system would be ideal if jurors knew "| which set of liars to believe, : Youth is that period when a picnic is enjoyable. Editorial Comment | A Defeat For the Middle West (Chicago Tribune) The Haugen bill has been defeated in the house by a vote of 212 to 167. The bill was drawn at the de- mand of the farmers of the middje west and most of its support came from the corn belt. The bill was defeated because the middle west was divided. Eight congressmen from Illinois voted against the bill. The Iowa delegation was solidly in favor of it, but two representatives from Wisconsin, three from Indiana, nine from Michigan, one from Minnesota, four from Missouri, three from Nebraska, and one from Kansas voted against it. Other sections of the country get what they want and need because they demand it with one voi Their representatives can approach representat of other sections to trade measure for measure. The middle west has much to learn from New England, which has this sense of solidarity developed to » high degree. New England’s industries have not ‘acked j Protection because all New England-has supported the tariff heartily. pide The corn belt farmers are nét entirely fred of responsibility for the defeat. They did not call the representatives from the industrial centers into con- ference when the bill was being framed. They did not seek the advice of manufacturers, bankers and bus- iness men, They did not realize that men of in- fluence throughout the region were willing to coop- erate with them to improve the lot of the farmers if’ only because the prosperity of the entire valley depends largely upon increasing the buying powe? of the rural gommunities. The farmers preferred to go it alone, and in consequence they went along to defeat. 4 " 4 The collapse of the. Haugen effort calls attention to the need for a’middle western program which will unite farmers and city dwellers for their mutual ad- vantage. “The vote of the rural middle west neatly passed the Gooding ‘bill, which would have saddled ‘an’ injustice upon the agriculture as well as the int dustry of the Mississippi valley. ‘ZWe:vote cf Michi- gan and’ Wisconsin ‘fs doing what it. cai’ to defeat rs a.year. The full significance of F understood by comparison:—_ thie amount spent for all the sy: for the United States for é Iiltiiois waterway, a méasure of inestimable im- portance to the entire region. If the region is to get the help from congress that is needed to develop its’ resoarees ‘to the full, a regional program which all our representatives can support must be drawn up. Divided we can always be defeated, » . | , Way Down East : ‘ i HER ptt voli ae » My husband? Yes,! “Then a0 de a A eager: eas iu “DON'T POACH, JUDY” [asleam of understanding and ask-| | “That's what we all want to know.| | He would be made" ridiculous —a ae “What do you mean that you are) ed: | : : , | Miss Cleaver most of all. laughing stock. He'd mbrried her! “They Yooked ‘about us though he “' sure that Tam going to find him) | “Say, what is the matter with me?) Tell her to go ahead and find out, after that scandalous affair. And] wéuld ngw enter—as though he must sot! Tasked Miss Cleaver irritably.| Have I got a spot on my face? Hast and then come and tell me. To tell| she jilts him! Run away on. thel ie standing at the door. “Whatever it is, I deny it. The man] my nose suddenly gone crooked? the truth I am a little bit interested | honeymoon—steals out in“the middle’ “Then” Safdy’s voiée: failed. She is too much like my father.” ; Why is everybody so curious about) in that myself.” ee eetine ree Kicks him! opened: her hands. She tok out her is remark seemed to resfore| me?” “She wi ee ything | side. He f ef at. 7 thandkerchicf, rubbed {t between ‘her Miss Cleaver’s good humor, for she}, “Do sou mean to say, that you] ,, She will never tell) you anything whole erowd of hers would snicker! Daim, “Oh, you sknow,” she said went back to the lace counter smil-|don't know, Miss Dean?” she finds It out. But just the came) WAG" Re,pessed. | Uiaintty. she'abet Dahve, He's not ing. “Nary a thing in the world.” | |i'warn you "you had better not] /i¢, took the curd now, tore’ itl vith me ; For some on I felt that the} “Don't you know that man with] | 00%, eats Png drmabaay COREE aes m| They tubsted? «Their “eyes ‘became whole’ place filled with the pompous air and with a bay wine} Poem ay you mean £ecked his lips. She'd left anc wasn'tl ongemote, eyes that had c y dow in front of him is the power ht” 4 5 rou, sys ?, She loathed him?! “"ghe gave'a little, shrill laugh: “It's eyes that hi es around here?” *: ferred had better ‘shy away] e’d show ther! She'd learn who to! true! He’s not here. He's not com- “Do you mean Mr, Robinson 3” T mean, you had Ny fool thé snext time, the—! .He saw ” to little cat's eyes, narrows ints Robinson is th b elf ¢ d Pontiniued. a Sflightandcall theseowers Curie Department Stow.” you see, is not as young as she once|her in his arms; bending that lithe} + Agente) o toward m your old man.” wag She has slays een {he most| body’ of here backward fl the proud, =: tra ignore them. After “Honest,” Miss Dean, “he is the} jealous person in the world. | defiant mouth screamed with pain. ° . sa asic d botane: keee: fh aky Mbger. gagacer He is the, whole, cheese.” Copyright, 1928, NEA’ Service, Inc.) She was his-—iiIS! pe ! STATE BRIEFS i ’ : 0 zirl next to mg @ f ‘why is he interesting him* “ a 2 ne le was now racing inte this clothes,! 4 turned to the girl next to mg at in hen’ why is cresting | Seibe: Baac sulle tas now racing into bis clothes, 4 counter by come A 'TOTEM-POLE CONV -“Oh, my pgor, poor shadow! the little WhYffet. at all! It was stolen, And has to work for old Snoopsy. be all worn out, my poor will.” ERSA’ a baniieersi2: Ria Nh tela pare as she flaunted ‘pa:t him. Thejj expected: along. We'd better be moving.” Perhaps he has just pent up and) him. | She'd fling the wedding ring|}eTyUes \ oF 8; They think the S. S. Californian] son will go aheud, in his face? She was his WIFE{/@nguage. etd Pole. The Totem Pole had six f. when the thee travelers all the faces opened th mouths| Trees ate beautiful. Yet they wear, (Copyrig! he M morning air- Beach—Jim Roberts was sentenc- i ih 28 6 ring. sweet, familiar discordance. Many too surprised to answer for a minute,| Tf you have a good shaving brush) | A THOUGHT | to she sun floating werors. her pi-| OF euitty in district court at: Mane but finally Nancy got out, “We're| and don’t want your g shaving | still and all the Lilt Re Nagtiase anc ning on a:charge of horse stealing. pretty well, thank you.” And d a curtsy. “That's fine,” said the first face “And now what the Totem, Pole. can we do for you?” “L lost my “shadow and Snoopsy stole’ it,” said the Whiffet, “Do you know where he is?” “PIL ask my next neighbor,” said So he asked the sec- ond face and the second face said, the first face. “ll ask my next neighbor.” each face said the same thing until the last face was reached at the top. were just n_whose eyes 1 had’ found “TWINS ROBERTS RADTON ” eried “It didn’t get lost snaudow Pretty\ soon they came to a Totem me along _, SATURDAY, MAY 29, 1926 yee BY » ELENORE MEHERIN THE STORY SO FAR} — mee *, careless: “Yes, I'm Sandy Neil. is. forced. Sy? her | Weor » Ben e's at Tahoe. Piven G) « Caren ciscl We've parted” | : to Ben Murillo; a rich Italian. Follow- ing the cetemony in her Spanish an- cevtral home in Santa Barbaraj. she {ieess tito the. gerdon for gin secret. nip my, fp Ohi [bool ewecthenens Guan bere hes! cougin, a San Fri st She felt drained and weak. Better 16 wait—much better. ( ;Now they were frying ham—the ” ingcnt odor passing down through the old garden. Now someone banged the screen ¢ cisco stenographer, vas going ‘ in thva with Douglas Keith, a student! fenvings She eek nomena Nas finds her and warns her of a search! “Hey!” Alice! Get me a hendten being made by her parents. Sandy | oticy ls Ses tells Judith she cannot go with Muril- Jo, but’ she does accompany ‘him to| ge /Gnee sum drenching the gar- den—the white cat asleep in Sandy's their honeymoon retreat.- Later at 3 Aaa Lake Tahoe, Muritlo criticizes hor|{P. She said: “Might as well go duct in the hotel as untadylike) A terrible heaviness ‘oppressed hor—an overpowering heat—No hurry —calm yourself. % Alice and her mother would be sitting at the table, relieved that Angus was gone. Alice would be reading the ads, wishing she had ‘money to buy all those bargains. Ads always seemed marvelous’ to Alice, She, read every line over the fable and drank endless 1 angry words ‘of both sides follow. Sindy flees on ft night train for! ee, Barbara, Jeayjng’ @ note’ for a Murillo, eee eae GO ON WITH THE STORY Chapter 12. ‘Mufillo turned Sandy's card in dumbfounded blankness. He stared at it, hypnotized with astonishment. - Slowly his eyes narrowed till they a . i ley} cups of ‘black tea. You were always were glowing through narrow slits| in danguf'Of upsetting one of those in @ mounting, insensate rage. yeups of 40h. Alice had a habit of The card said: “Hero are your i mm on the sink; on the gifts. T'm leaving. ‘Ym not coming /tap,of thesstove; on the little table ack. My parents can do or force| tae the tefephone. She would come to change me. Don’t try to force|back for them. If you happened to me. I loathe you.’ I mean qsitively wash the ¢ r to upset the tea, to die rather thdn be wife to you) she +becai 6 indignant and said: nee : “Wio thtew out my tea? Too The blood rushed to his f you can’t mind your own business!” before ‘she'd be’ wife to hith aga’ She and Sandy often quarreted He shook with the ‘terrible insult) about it. Sandy could hear the very the incredible outrage to his pride! tone of Alice's voice! She got up— of person. He raised his . foot,| wiped off her face. “Better go now brought it down in # brutish way,!—” a faint laugh: “Lord, he'll be grinding it as though Sandy lay on! back for lunch if I keep on sitting the floor—grinding his boot on thet|here. . . .” | white throat of hers. | whe. fexy She tucked the bag under her She pushed tlie vines out of her wa Finally she was in plain view—smil- ing--they might glance from the win. ,,, dow you know. She was on the worn steps, pull- ing open the screen, gliding ‘noise- lessly over the earthen floor. Just as she'd pictured it—Alice and her mother: “Hello, there!” Her.mopher drawing her hands to- ther in delight, getting up, bustling: “Randye-Sandy. darling!” caught in ithe pldmp, warm arms, Her mother's soft slips towehing’ al over Sandy's He lost. all control of himself,! growing murderous with his shock-/ ing wound——frightful, assaulting, be- yond acceptance. She louthed him? Th He shook his hands in! the air, Hideous names curled under his tongue; names he culled Sandy. He had -hold of her, clawing his fin- ers in her shoulders, hissing vile hames in her face. Suddenly he stopped, transfixed with horror, A picture flashed into} his mind. The picture of Sandy step- ping from the train, her head tilted ie Pe Poor Cleaver| ‘himself confronting Sandy, Kidine from Rebinson. ing. -J've left hi nelfin. poor little me? Spe | she? How far had she gone? Had! LIVESTOCK PICNIC 5 ‘ im al Most of those sighing for the xood| she ‘left on the train already? Hei \/* ; [ero op ey ae tere nd for tke Soutit| old days wouldn't kuow which end! would have annihihited space’ trans.|~, Valley City—The seventh annual | Pole” of a horse to crank. ported himself to the one spot where |Picnic of the Barnes County Live- 3 ey FS ae CHET ARE stock Association will be held Wed- Sandy ‘As the dressed she opened many drawers, pulling out shirts, neckties, socks. Clothes littered the floog in a violent disarray. The gown Sandy had worn last night—the pansy col- ored thing that made her so appeal- ing with those haunting shadows ‘to her eyes+drepped from its ‘hanger. Murillo saw her as she stood mo- tionless, blazing at him—saw her as she tore the rings from her fingers— “” “Poles too!” whispered Nancy. “That's what being a carpenter does to one. Turns him into a wooden head.” ee the « Whiffet. far?” (To Be Continued.) (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) & BARBS _| nesday, June 9, at Fingal, it was announced last week.by H. L. Wil- son, Valley City, chairman of the program committee. BAPTIST CONVENTION IN LINTO: What the big cities need is a house with the inside about three times as large as the outside. want my shadow!” whimpered MIs the South Pole] Iced tea is a favorite summer drink, Some like it best with lemon added and the tea omitted. ‘TION now it It will Linton—The state convention of German Baptists will be held here June 9 to 18, Several hundred vis- The most convenient spare part for an auto while touring is a pocket full of ten-dollar bills. have hit un iceberg, but it may He laughed. She'd be his wife againt bumped. into a Florida man. eee GIVEN PENITENTIARY SEN’ Ml carry you along ‘TENCE A level head ve flat feet. even if and Six o’clock— ission ‘bells ring-| ~ you do ie ht, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.)}ing through the s brash lost, don’t get: marri ropped She listened to them now Two months ago they had rung for her. She had gone down the narrow aisle ‘on. her father’s arm and people whis- pered: “Lovely-—oh, isn’t she lovely!” Music and the scent of flowers— candles glowing at the #btar—the ‘bridal“lilies so white and the orange ‘blossoms in ‘her ‘hair. r Now she was ‘returned. Home |lagain. Twenty-five hours aio she EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO | | ted pue-aside her marriage—gliding S : __| past: the bed where Ben Murillo lay — =n. | leeping, She had left her husband. dge_ix too wonderful : ‘1 i SPECIAL ELECTION IN high, T cannot attain DICKIE Dickinson—June 9 has been set as the date for the special election to elect commissioners to fill the vacancies left by the resignations of A. D. Heaton, finance commis- sioner, and H. L, Reichert, street commissioner. Heaton and Reich- ert resigned following charges’ of fraud in the paving projects and Women ure so ‘vain. their hair cut almost as men, < —_ double luster As yet the north pole explorers) when ‘it is set in humility. An able don’t report # single case of an Es-{and yet humble man ix a jewel worth kimo dog-chasing a north pole cat. | kingdom.—William Penn. Mister a And And it said, “Mister Snoopsy jumped} ——— a at tt es AE Atpaie of neeelie dy their resignations. were accepted over the ranon Init night and Sprain: = a cipal ly the trait, She glenced Satay Boritpeted seg cy shacial ed his: log. Bieie, gare: to. ee (poe: anxiously ‘at ‘the little group about| meeting of t ua Paerenees. ore fy) | the station—men taking off freight;| auieeAPEN TO SUE CITY The next face The the pole to the bottom. |The bottom face said to the “He's gone to the doctor's.” “What doctor's?” asked the fet. And all the faces asked, =| doctor’s?” on up until it came last face. “Let me see,” said that one. think it was his peg leg he spi so likely it was the carpenter instead of the doctor.” “Likely' it was the Carpenter in- went on. down! stead of the Doctor,” the line until the answer got bottom. BE: “Where does the carpenter asked the Whiffet. Up went the question’ fro mouth to the other until it came to the ears of the face at the top step at a Peete | al i saw-mill, x i i iu juve “Thank you!” suid the Whiffet,! pe back to ME?” * “We'd better be going.” And -asthey left, the Twins and’ the: little ragébag boy heard the an- saying at eagh swer stepping down, step, “You're welcome! ix, rT and a@ goo: said Nick. “El show you, ie and’ black goose. “Follow me. So they sfollowed the goos passed down the word to the next one, and so on down, vhittet,| Totem Pole. Then down came the; anawey again a a boy bringing up'the mail bag. She went rapidly toward the hills, Nice coming in so early. No one about. Sky and water @ crystalline blue; hills as brown, Dickinson—Officers of the Hag* Construction company, Fargo, ,, low bidders for the Warrenite bit- n the Whif- 3 ing| hulithic type of paving, filed a com- “What| herd plccks Sem Fry old apm re | muni ion *with the city commis- tb the) opened her purse, looked in its mirror Sion at its meeting here on Mondav et searchingly. “Why am I frightened ?” threatening suit in the amount of. eye ‘he murmured uneasily. She was,|$50,000 providing the proposed 'pav- 2 ih rained, ‘worn and shaking. “It's because ljing contract was not awarded to What/them. At a meeting several weeks ; ago the Haggant Construction company was awarded the contract, subject to decision on a pending injunctidn. didn't sleep. I'm not. afraid, can they do?” | She lagged. She would steal quietly | ‘through the side door, go and sit in ‘the chitly back parlor till, breakfast ir | time; sit there before that picture of the firet Angus, with his long beard and sharp, domineering eyes. Eyes like her father’s. Sandy saw| her father—had a ‘vision of him as| he would pull his napkin froni his) ‘neck to stare at her questioningly; as to the live mone! of the; time,’ She' veered suddenly, found the old . back gate and the path hidden in | - ry ‘the grape vines. Watt here—just as | well wait till her father had gone for the day. . “ Warm—quiet—humming birds, in the” flagnting nasturtiums. Sandy brushed off an old opps box, sat down quietly. Down the path, mew-; ing softly, came the wi cat. 8 ie and] “ ite mother PLENTY, t last to ti -mill, Thi =, st Said fe Cirned to tho'righe nad thes for yi 'S PU i CHEF. re night fiaops ettioa in lowed im nome more. ike ~ SOUP) COOKS PRETTY. Scop, Do ge iia a “Here we ore - ute lt al . ~ BLT NOT Wit THe ~ ‘again and aanin i . The r had been out riding, WA fetlo, ‘old now me, don’t! on hi -horse. But when he saw < She blinkil si im | that company had come, he got off , for a quipk dook. and tipped his hat. pores: “Di tex Snoopsy come here?” se asked Nick, “And if so, has he gone? nach if he’s gone, when, and wh “My ss! You sound school-| " said the Carpenter, “Ts he. alwi Be IE a cerventer.” APM answer everything. Yes, Mister the -ay te hed ‘wabeed e chair thet night amd tauilott "vo made of things!” e “spiral of like a eee ke ae. from " “being in the kitchen ij . jj '—starting breakfast. pose. shi You don’t have dentist bled , went a evvccapmlly eigeel st] do bridgeworke aah a ad