Evening Star Newspaper, June 30, 1921, Page 39

' EATURE P . AGE. SO e S The Great Surprise of Farm- er Brown’s Boy. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS, Always give in to your wife I you want a peacefal life. —Mr. Wrea. ‘Hlaving made up his mind that it ‘was quite useiess to argue with Jenny ‘Wren, and that, as usual, she would have her way, Mr. Wren settled down to work. Perhaps Jenny was right. That old coat might make a good place for a home after all. If it didn't. he could say, “I told you so,” and this would be worth all the work of helping build that nest. It wasn't often he could say that to Jenny. 8o Mj. Wren settled down to work, THE MASS OF STICKS AND STRAWS IN THE SLEEVE OF THAT OLD COAT GREW ASTONISHINGLY stopping only to sing. He just had to sing. in spite of the fact that Jonny‘ said some sharp things about wastin: time. Jenny herself was a very busy small person. The way she found small twigs and straws and carried them into the sleeve of that old coat hanging from a hook in Farmer Brown's dooryard showed that she intended to make up for being late in coming up from the south and to Zet to housekeeping as soon as pos- sible. Mr. Wren was ashamed to do less than his best. So he worked and sang and shook his head doubtfully, and the mass of sticks and straws in the sleeve of that old coat grew aston- | ishingly fast. Now, Farmer Brown's Boy knew nothing about what was happening in that old coat. He had hung it there because it was wet. He didn't think of it agaln until late afternoon of the day after he hung' it up to dry. Then his mother reminded him of it and told him he better bring it into the house. . “That's w0 satd Farmer Brownfh Boy, and whistling, as is his way, he went out.to get it. As he approached it he thought he saw somathing dis- appear in one of the sleeves. Farmer Brown's Boy stoed still and stopped whistling. I must be seeing things." he muttered as he stared at that old coat. Out popped Jenny Wren, flew up to the- top of the post from which the old coat was hanging and scolded him roundly. The way her tongue flew and her tail jerked made it very plain that she considered that he had no business there, although, of course, he couldn’t understand a word she said. Probably it is just as well he couldn’t. It might have made him feel uncomfortable. A funny look crept over the frec- kled face of Farmer Brown's Boy. “Well, 1 did see som said he under his breath. what Jenny Wren can be doing in that old coat.” g Just then My. Wren arrived with a small stick. When he saw Farmer Brown's Boy, he was so upset he dropped it. iJenny Wren promptly flew ‘down, picked it up and even with this in her bill managed to scold Mr. Wren for his carelessness as she took {t Jnto that siceve from which she ad popped out a minute before. Farmer Brown's Boy low whisth. "“Well, of all things! he exclaimed, and the look of sur- prise on his face was funny to see. “'Of all. things! As sure as 1'm alive. those Wrens are building a nest is my old coat! I've heard of such a thing, but I never expected to see it with my own eyes.” * Then Farmer Brown's Boy beggn to chuckle. He turned and went " into the house. “Mother,” said he, “that old coat has beep ta gave a long, !" exclaimed Mrs. “Do you mean to say "that that coat has been stolen right out of our dooryard?’ “No,” replied Farmer Brown's Boy. with a twinkle in his eves. “No, it hasn’t been exactly stolen. It is still hanging @ut there, but it has been taken just the same. I guess it doesn't belong to me any more.” (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Bargess.) The next story: “Farmer Brown': Boy Proves Jenny Wren Was Righ (Continued from Yesterday’s Star.) “Now you'll never read this letter unless anything happens ‘to me. JI've made up my mind to sell this packet for what I can get for if. an ake vou with me out of the country. be a matter of ten thousand quid, and 1 only wish I had my fingers on it now and was well out of the country. But this is where the rub gomes in: 1f anything happens to me before I can bring this off, I'm hanged if I know what to tell you to do with the packet. It's worth its weight in banknotes to more persons than' one. but there's a beastly risk in having anything to do with it. I think you'd better burn it! There's money in it but I don't see how you could handle it. Burn it, Agnes. It's too risky a basiness for you! I only hope that in a week or so I shall burn this letter myself, and you and I will be on our way to America. “So long, Nessie, “From Your Loving Husband. by, my real name is There was an instant's pause as YWrayson finished reading. Then there came a long-drawn-out whisper from Sydney Barnes. He was close to the girl and his eyes were riveted upon the little packet. “Ten—thousand—pounds! Ah! Five thousand each! Give me the packet, sister-in-law!" . stretthed out, her hand as She though to obey. Wrayson checked her. “Remember.” he said. “what vour husband told you. You were to burn that packet. He was right:. Your husband was a blackmailer. Mrs. Barnes. and he. paid the penalty of his infamous career with his life. T shall not allow either you or your brother-in-law to follow in his foot- steps!” She flashed an upon him. “Who are you calling names?" she demanded. “He was my husband and he was good to me!" *] beg your pardon and his.” Wray- son said. “I was wrong to use such a word. But I want you to under- stand that to attempt to make money by the contents of that packet is a crime! Your husband paid the penaity. He knew what he was doing when he commanded you to burn it." She looked toward Sydney Barnes. “What do you say?” she asked. * The words leaped from his mouth. He was half beside himself. ! indignant glance “Y gay let us open the packet and look it through ourselves before we What the devil business is it else’s! He was my your husband, These neople weren’t _even _his friemds. They've no right ‘to poke their noses Into our affairs. You téll them so, sister- in-law. Give me the packet. Come away with me somewhere where we can look it through quietly. I'm fair and straight. It shall be halves, I swear. 1 say, sister-in-law Agnes, you don't wang to %o back to the re- freshment bar.'do you?" “No!* she moaned. “No! no!™ “Nor do I want to go back to the gutter,” he declared flercely. “But meoney isn’t to be had for the picking up. Ten thousand pounds Morris ex- pected to get for that packet. It's hard if we caw’t make half of that.” She looked up at Wrayson as though for advice. “Mrs. Barnce.” he said gravely, “T decide. of anybody brother and can tell you what is in that paciet. |3 You can see, for yourself, then. whether it is anything by means of which you can make money. It con- sists of the letters of a very famous woman to the man whom she loved. They were stolen from him on the battlefleld. I do not wish to pain vou, but the thief was Morris Barnes. The friends of the lady who wrote them paid your husband two thou: sand pounds a year. Her enemies of- fered him—ten thousand pounds down. There is the secret of Morris Barnes’ wealth.” Sydney Barnes leaned over the 'k of her chair. His hot whisper leqlgsd to tbhu" rm-kcheak eep the packet, DPon't part™ 7 “Your brother-inJaw.” Wrayson re- marked. “is evidently disposed to con- tinue your husband's ope! Re- member you are not at sisterin-law. as are mn. He orders you to burn the: pael “How do I know that you are<tell- ing me the truth?” she asked ab- 'ndo the packet.” he su ted “A glance inside should nhow';::."' THE AVENGER BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM, A Tale of Pdiitical Intrigue and Private ) Revenge. t'H | w asks. Your husband’s words|, For some reason or other she seemed dissatisfied. She pointed to- ward the baroness. * “What is she doing here?’ she asked, ) “She is a friend of the woman who ote those letters” Wrayson an- wered. "I want her to see them de- stroyed.” . Copyright. 1921 by Merberi Johmion. 0 STEERMG A STock SALESMAN UP AGAIMST The MaN WHO INVESTED IN BELGIAN HARES, GINSENG FARMING, AN ORANGE GROVE RUBBER TAEES. WILDCAT Ol AND A CHIEKEN RANCH - There may be two opinions as to There was silence for several mc-|whether a university training for a bey ments. The girl's fingers closed upo1 the packet. SShe turned round anc faced them “all, more particularly Wrayson. pays in academic values, but there isn't but she addressed | & doubt that it's worth its weight in gold if he goes through college for the sake “You are wondering why I hesi-|of the athletics. tate.” she said slowly. “Augustus said destroy the packet, and I suppose I ought to do it.”. & “By God. vou Sydney Barnes broke in flercely. “Morry didn’t know that I should be here to look after things.” She waited until he had finished, but she seemed to take very little, if any. notice of-his intervention. “Tt isn’t”” she continued, T'm afraid to go back to the bar. have to go to work somewhere, I suppose, but it isn’t that. I want to know,’ shan't™ robbed me of ‘my huiband. him, who killed him hanged!" Time was when a knowledge of the jclassics was of great-help in shaping a t u:ienli?ualy applied, will give him T'11|strangle hold on life that nothing cay she *leaned a little forward— (Still be no end of a rotter. “I want to know who it is ma"r?n foul in foot ball you'rekieked off ¢ 1 don't|team. care what he was to other people! He { Wrestling, your wind will give out. was very good to me, and I loved |You cheat in base ball, the kids in 1 should like to see the. person | bleachers hoot you off the fleld. musculine career. But nowadays the young fellow who gets on doesn’t shape his career—he shapes his fellow man. There's the whole pinch. A course in social economics may equip him with some brilliant after-dinner conversation, B It you break training befy, 1 belleve in college athletics for yajmg Wrayson, for a moment, was .dis-|men because the tests of college athl¢fics composed. “By that”” he said, “has nothing to do with obeying your husband's direc- tions about that packet.” She looked at him with tired eyes and changeless expression. “Hasn't it?" she asked. sure. You have explained about these letters. 1t is quite certaln that my husband was killed by either the friends or the enemies of the woman who wrote these letters. I think that if T take this packet to the police it will help them to find the murderer 9 “Her new attitude was a perplexin one. Wrayson glanced at the baroness 28 though for counsel. She stepper for- ward and Ia hand upon shoulder. . e ““There is one thing which you must not forget. Mrs. Bames,” she said quietly. “Your husband kmew that he was running a great risk in keeping these letters and making a living out of them. His letfer to you shows that he was perfectly aware of it. Of course, it- is a very terrible, a veéry inexcusable thing that he should have been killed. But he knew perfectly well that he was in danger. Can’t you sympathize a little with tite poor woman whose life he made so miserable? Let her have her letters back. You will not find her un- grateful!’” The girl turned slowly around and faced the baroness. They might in- deed have represented the opposite poles in femininity. From the tips of her perfectly manicured fingers to the crown of her admirably coiffured hair, the baroness stood for all that was ele- gant and refined in the innermost -cir- cles of her sex. Agnes would have looked more ifi place behind the refresh- ment bar from which Morris Barnes had brought her. Her dress of cheap shiny silk was ill fitting and hopeless, her hat with its faded flowers and crushed shape an atrocity, boots and gloves, andbrooch of artificial gems—all were shocking. Little was left of her pale-faced pretti- neas. The ly which had stolen into her life had changed all that. Yet she faced the b:nmna-lul ;fl.hout flinching. e seem. tained by the suppressed emotion of the moment. _ “He was my man,” she said flercely, “T am not so the sake of the woman who wrote them! What do I care about her! Is she unhappy as I am, I wonder? I will not Eive up the letters,” she added clasping them in her hand, “except—on one condition.” 4 “If it is a reasonable one.” the baron- esx:lslld. smiling, “there will be no dif- culty,”” Agnes faced her a little deflantly. *“It depends upon what you call rea- " she said. “Find out for me who it was that kiiled my husband, you or any one of you, and you shall have P yiney lod: and lerf® ey rnes smiled, and oft nervously tugging at his moustache. If this was not exactly You have yourself to think of, and how You are to live in the future. Give me the packet. [ will destrox ff b~ your eyes, a are the tests of life. They dig intgfthe essentials of character—self-control] re- | sourcefulness, honesty, an ability f) be: a mixer, squareness, Wholesomsfpess, humor, patience, gris College sdfiar- ship, on the other hand, merely teats out a man's brain—and that is almost the last tool which a regular fellow uses when he tackles the big game. About the biggest slogan in Ameri- can-man-life of today is—'PLAY BAAALL!"—with all that phrase im- plies. If you don't know what it ime plies; you're outta luck, friend. shall have no more anxiety about your future.” «The girl rose to her feet. The was already transferred to the of her dress. “I have toild you my terms™ she aald. ~Some of yon know all about it, I dare say" Tell me the truth and you shall bave the packet, any one of you.” ‘Wrayson leaned forward. = : ““The truth is simple,” he saild ear- nestly. *“We do not know. I can an- swer for myself. I think that I can answer for the others.™ “Then the packet shall help me’m find out,” she declared. The baroness shook her head. “It will not do, my dear girl,” she said quietly. ‘*“The packet is not yours."” ‘The girl faced her deflantly. “Who says it is not mine?”’ she de- manded. “I do,” the baroness replied. *And I!" Wrayson echoed. “And I say it is hers—hers and mine,” Sydney Barnes declared. “She shall do what she likes with it" She shall not be made to give it up.” 4‘Mrs. Barmes,” ithe baroness déclared briakly, “you must try to be reasonable. We will buy the packet from you."” Sydney Barnes nodded his iud ap~ provinely: “That,” he said, “is what I call talk- hlg"gwmmonuenu." e will give you a thousand pounds for it.” the baroness continued. 80 _to the police! She rose and walked out of the room. ‘They all followed her. The baroness whispered in Wrayson's ear, S Te” Impossible,” n “It is impossible,” he said firmly. ;Wa cannot take them from her ‘I?y orce.” The baroness sMtugged her shoulders. She caught the girl up upon the l|:|rl"l ..ng lfl";fl{l descended ;ofie\‘.her. ‘Wrayson an ey Barnes followed, th biting his nails nervo e he declared; but Wrayson's Imnd fell -epon his arm. “Nof™ he-enid. “Mrm care of haesell. She-lsawot to be : nad. t him from <ab. & “T don’t wan "-he-"l: “f don't want any one. In three days’ tima T will return.” C.entini~d in - back-breaking rubbing | | | | I I il i il 1 'J ,j.‘j,'iilhmig,qm 4: it L il jg“‘] yourself hours of back-breaking rubbing on the washboard. We all knowit is possible to get ordinary ¢ake soep, but it is a ter- ribly lopg, hard job. We know soaking the clothes -has always meant less rubbing. . After years of experimenting, the largest soap fnakers in the world have perfected in Rinso an entirely Spinach is really a valuable food not to be regarded merely as a relish. Although it is less than ten per cent dry food matter, yet of that dry part one part in four is crude protein, very high in food importance, as compared with only one part of pro- tein in ten parts or more in the dry food parts of potatoes, turnips or beets. Spinach is richer in iron than any other vegetable, and is so di- geatible that it is becoming a regu- lar part of the diet of even very young children. To prepare spinach remove roots. discard wilted leaves and wash in several waters to get rid of all grit. If young and tender, spinach may be | heated gradually in its own juice without water twenty minutes, or un- til tender. If old it should be boiled in salted water, two quarts of water to a peck of spinach. It should then be drained, chopped fine, reheated, | per. When served it should be gar- boiled eggs and three-cornered bits of buttered toast. . For puree of spinach the spinach, holied or stewed as above, .is rubbed through u sieve, reheated with three tablespoonfuls of butter, a table- #poonful of flour and half a cupful of cream. 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