Evening Star Newspaper, February 26, 1922, Page 62

\ A : __"THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. U, ¥TEBRUXRY 2, T922—PART %~ i . ¢ A JOB OFWORK e Al or g Detsiof 4 Lody aed : A Milliongire’s Lively.Adventures e By P':G' WOdehouse self In his corner, ran’ his eye over)wasting the gifts of Providence. Con- & man with sporting blood and a|“Dunlop, old man, how would it be to | Mr. “Blinky” Anderson's oelebrated |sequently, he feinted with his left, g.:t"h::‘ .:l’m‘:r‘ll:v::::d‘: n:-:‘i::e:; Ihgnd r:uc';-‘lr";:m;na corner sat the ;e‘r;sek:ftt:‘;pr.:mx—:t‘:::.“":h: ::::::: u;a h;) & show basement. Most of the light in the|drew a blow, and then, ducking quick-{ blows not in the regular curriculum,|Tennessee Bear Cat, lacing his shoes.|do you?" said the Bear Cat. “Moth. sy n‘ e 'ph Mr. Dunlop snorted. place was concentrated over the roped | ly, put all his weight into a low,)or else it was his manner of deliver- (On a chair in another corner sat Mr.!er'll be getting anxious about us.” (Ilr ng hs‘ld&teh'nrncu l;ll. the lat- ‘I can ‘lv: you something better | platform of the ring, and all he got|straight right. ing them that gave that impression. | Franklyn Bivatt, holding his head in The policeman with the kind fice ;:«;‘:l:;: !;o a:o:ll;:r o‘r:;ll":h:: en:;:l a -:’ow ]hs said. was a vague impre: ce.| The effect was remarkable. The|Juat as Freddie gusrded one blow an- |his hands. met his colleague in the basement. BliaitEa s nt R i 11’ the b e thing leads to another. The|There seemed to be a great many|Bear Cat uttered a startled grunt; a|other came from the opposite point| Fate, Mr. Bivatt considered, had not| “Say, you know those guYyS in the im that his connection w! @ ho- | curtain falls on Mr. Bivatt smoking | people present. look came into his face of mingled | of the compass and took him squarely | treated him well. Nor, he added men- | drei lln“ room,” he said. There was & musical rustling. “Don’t mind iIf we say goad night, HAT this story needs to set 1t moving is a synopsis of preceding chapters; some- thing that will take you by the scruff of the neck and hurl you into the middle of it before you have time to remember that what you were really in- tending to read was on the next page. tol w ¢t an end Very well then: . -'":l x: ; "‘0‘ ’;‘" T LA I-.Vlfll;fllhcllareu: in a manner that| His eye was caught by a face in|pain and reproach, and he fell into a|on the slde of the head and ithen he|tally, had T. Mortimer Dunlop. For| “Uh-huh!” 4 the colleague. FREDDIE BINGHAM, & young e G b :e:kl:: y.be described absolutely cll‘nch. was on the floor, with the referee |directly the person who mysterioualy| “Th overpowered me and got an ot e ratencadent ikl 8. "Leave me stummick be, you rum-|sawing the air before him. gets to know things in advance of his|away. These things happened on a Satur- my.” he hissed rapldly. “Ain't you| The thought of $100 is & reviving | fellows had given the alarm, T. Mor- LR Itl"d the arena. The manager was|smoke of the latter's cigar thus: means, left to him—not that it matters—by a maternal aunt. lnl ‘WO days later he found another|day night. About an hour later Mr. got no tact? ‘Blinky’ promiséd me ent that mal look T fob. There was a bellboy at his| Bivatt had lit his clgarette, Freddle, fifty if I'd let you stay three rounds, :l‘gepm. a.-.n_k et haa 1]1:; Fo ",;';,',:;(y-w.h ",,u’:'::,'_tv e‘:':nr[’,h.‘;d;usf [IAING fent the Sear ks SN late hotel to whom he had endeared |in the cafe at the East Side Delmon- but one more like that and T'll forget | turned to his mind than he rose to his ing Mr. Bivatt to look after himsel. EATE Bk owiie A Siet S himeeif by allowing him to read the | ico's, was aware of & thick-set, short- | meself and knock you through the |feet, as full of fight as ever. He per-jAs Mr. Bivatt had falled to look atter | Siors, OWard Broadway. A certain base ball news free of charge. He met | haired, tough-looking young man set- /4 celling. celved the Bear Cat slithering toward | himself, the constabulary were 100k- | gremsi e s bod oocnt otk tts S Freddie in the street. tling himself at one of the tables and 4 Only when he reached his corner|him, and leaped to one side like aling after him. dressing room had crept back iato Mr. “Hello, you!” he said. “I been hunt- | hammering a glass with the blade of aid the full meaning’of the words|Russian dancer. The Bear Cat col-| “Who's the squirt? asked the first | unr Manner: in" atter you. Lookin’ fer a Jol his knife. In the other hand he waved strike Freddle. All the glow of vic-|lided with the ropes and grunted dis- | policeman, indicating Mr. Bivatt A e e LT e .. T 2 ou following me.” has fallen in love with, pro- posed to, and been accepted by MARGARET, daughter of FKANKLYN BIVATT, an unpleas- ant little millionaire with a weak digestion, a taste for dog- matic speech and the personal |gougin runs a cafe on 14th the bill of fare. He was also shout- 74 5 tof . y 3 { BT ry left'him. It was a frame-up!!contentedly. “I don’ - appestance of a plerodactyl | Ha's wantin' & new hash linger. You |ing “Tieyt” Freadie sst him down ta ¢ A Blinky, o tnsure his patrons some.| Probably, if Freddie had had o aiz- | “Keey nn con ue Mo 1 ehink 1o g .} 2010t following you” said Fres. .":‘ :‘d‘;i "ha Tt axa try there and say I sent you. The|a hungry young man. He moved to- { thing resembling a fight, had induced |able plot of ground such as Yellow- | Boston Willie, the safe blower. Keep die. “We are walking arm in arm.™ vatt, told him 3 East Slde Delmonico's s the name.|ward him, to minister to his needs. ; the Bear Cat to stall during the firat | stone Park or California to maneuver | these three gooks hore till T get back.| 2y Lot or b i oot b i i “Go away, or I will call & police— ed for his consent. three rounds. Probably his opponent|in, he might have avolded his oppo- NGW GO ON WITH THE STORY. Mr. Bivatt looked at Freddle silence. He belonged to the secomd and more offensive class of million- aire. There are only two kinds. One has a mnauve face and a three-hun- dred-pound body, and grinds the face of the poor on a diet of hoarded cham- pagne and lobster a la Newburg; the other—Mr. Bivtt's type—is small and shriveled, hardly weighs anything at all, and fortifies himself, before club- bing the stufiing out of the widow and the orphan, with a light repast of hot water, triturated biscuits, and pepsin tabloids. £ xx LIR BIVATT took another look at Freddie—a thoroughly nasty look. The fact was that Froddie had chosen an unfortunate moment for his visit. Not only had Mr. Bivatt a bad attack of Indigestion, but he had received a letter that very very morn- ing from Margaret's elder sister, who some two years ago had married the Earl of Datchet. Lord Datchet was not an ideal husband. Among other things, he was practically a lunatic, which is always such a nulsance in the home. One leisured son-in-law struck Mr. Bivatt as suficient. He was not bitten by a crase for becoming a collector. Consequently he looked at Freddle and satd: “E’'m!” In the circumstances “H'm!” was scarcely an encouraging remark. “You mean——" Freddie said. “I mean just this: When Margaret marries she's going to marry a real person, not"—his mind wandered to the absent Datchet—"not & pop-eyed, spindle-shanked jack rabbit, all nose and front teeth and monocle, with hair the color of butter and no chin or forehead. See?” Freddie started, and his eyes moved hastily to the mirror over the mantel- plece. True, he was no Apollo. He was square and bullet headed, and his -nose had never really been the same since he had ducked into, in- stead of away from, one of his boxing instructor’s right swings, but apart from that he attained a pretty fair standard. Chin? If anything, he had too much. Teeth? Not at all promi- nent. Hair? Light, certainly, but ‘what of tha “Am I a pop-eyed jack rabbit?” he inquired curfousl. T don't know,” sald Mr. Bivatt “T don’t know anything about you, ex- cept that you've got money you never worked for. Say, do you know the ‘Earl of Datchet? Never heard of him? 1 wish I hadn't. He's my son-in-law, and I don’t want another one like him. His specialty Is aristoeratic idleness. Is that your long suit, too— trembling when you see a job of work? Have you earned a cent in your life?” 0. But—" “It isn’t a case of but. There wasn't any need for you to work, and so on. 1 know 11l that. The point is that the man who marries Margaret has got to be capable of work. You re- member Jacob? “Jacob?" “I mean the one in the Bible, the one who worked seven years for the girl, got the wrong one, and started in right away to do another seven vears. You didn’t catch them getting stung by any darned pop-eyed Datch- ets. That's the sort of man I want for Margaret. See? I don’t ask him to wait seven years, let alone four- teen. But I will have him show that there’'s something {n him. Now, I'll make a propositiop to you. You go and hunt for a job and get it and hold it down long enough to earn $500, and you can marry Margaret as soon as you like afterward. But let’s get this fixed right. When I say earn, I mean earn. Manual work or brain work it's got to be, one of the two." *k x % "A ND Mr. Bivatt, swallowing another tabloid, turned his attentior®once more to harrying the widow and or- phan. It amased Freddie when he set out on his pilgrimags, the difficulty of setting work. Eventually, he found himself, through & combination of lucky chances, In charge of the newsstand at a large hotel. Fifteen dollars a week was the stipend. Working it out on a slip of paper, he perceived that his ordeal was to be a mere eight or nine months’ canter of un- exacting work in quite comfortable surroundings. Datchet himself could have done it on his butter-colored head. For four days all went well. He liked looking at the crowds in the lobby. He enjoyed selling two dollar novels to men who had meant to buy evening papers. But on the fifth day came reaction. The customers irri- tated him. He was hopelessly bored. The end was i sight. It came early on the afternoon of the sixth day through the medium of one of the regular customers. He'was a man with a rasping voice and a peremp- tory manner, who demanded a daily paper or & stamp with the air of one cursing an enemy. Freddie had fallen into gloomy meditation when this man appeared before him and shouted: “Stamp!” Freddle started, but made no reply. “Stamp!’ Freddie's gase circled round the lobby and eventually rested on the object before him. Stamp!” 3 Freddie Inspected him with frigid scorn. “T won’t,” he answered coldly. The hotel in which Freddie had found employment was a sporting hotel in the heart of the Tenderloin. Its patrons were mainly racing men, gamblers and drummers, men of ac- tion rather than words. This par- ticular patron was essentially the man of action. He hit Freddie in the I'm off upstairs” The door closed behind them. Pres- ently it creaked, and was still. The re- maining policeman was leaning against it. lar patrons of “Blinky's” Saturday | harmless left jabs, and he found him-| The Tennesee Bear night exhibitions threw aside their |self penned up in a corner, with the |amiably at Freddi prudence and bellowed approval | Bear Cat making hypnotic passes be-| “Feeling better, k1d? Why didn’t T'll tell him you're comin'. “Well, cully,” he said affably, “and The East Side Delmonico’s proved | what will you wrap yourself around?" had been laughing at him all the|nent for some considerable time. The to be & dingy, though sfzable, estab-| The yeung man had a grievance. . time. The thought stung him. ring being only twenty feet square, lishment at a spot where 14th street,| “Say, can you beat it! Me signed y Vi g ‘The third round was the most spec- | he was hampered. A few more wild g . * ; tacular of the fight. Even the regu-|leaps, interspersed with one or two er—go away!™ “Have you forgotten me? I was afraid you had. I won't keep you long. I only wanted to tell you that I had nearly made that $500.° Cat nodded| ur Bivatt started and glared at Freddie in the light of a shop window. Smiling wanly and clinching often, | fore his eyes. you ducks Titola 36 At s oms 851 l’::l::llzze;l;le’ctfl:h Sy the Bear Cat fixed his mind on his §60| The Bear Cat was not one of your 't 1 . :; bufloy hlr;ul! up, :vhfle Freddise be- ra;;cenl fighters. He was candor it- ‘n:&f']fl;?v::i groaned hollowly. Life :;n'::.ené&«:kbu:ty the ln:ml:;_:;n ved every moment more as a Santa | self. was very gray. He w: ¥ B M 2 Barbara Whiriwind might rossonably | “Hero it comen, kid:" he remarked |of tho e B e e w3 Do s it e e. Seldom had|affably, ana came. Freddie's | and no pepsin tabloids. staying five rounds—T've got—* the Bear Cat heard sweeter music|world suddenly resolved itself into a| “Say, it atu't so bad as all that”| s o You Kindly stop this foolery than the note of the gong terrinating | confused jumble of pirouetting atars, | said the Bear Cat. “Not if you've got| ~0, MHow me to spesk?” sald Mr. Bi- the round. He moved slowly to his|chairs, shirt fronts and electric lights, | any sugar, it ain vatt. “When I made our agreement corner, and handed his chewing gum |and he fell forwsrd in a boneless| Ay doctor expressly forbids me I naturally alluded to responsible, re- to his second to hold for him. It was|heap. There was ® nolse of rushing | sugar” replied Mr. Bivatt. spectable work. I did not Include low strictly business now. He thought|waters in his ears, and, mingled with| The Bear Cat gave s peculiar jerk | PF i Aghting and—" hard thoughts as he lay back in his|it. the sound of voices. His brain was |of his head, indicative of the intellie| . L0 Said manual work or brain char. clouded, byt the fighting instinct still | gent man's contempt for the slower. | "OT Vasn't mine about as manual EEE worked within him; and almost un-|witted. as you could get?” N the other corner Freddie also was | consciously he groped for the lower| -Not that sort of sugar, you rummy. ool oozt O thinking. The exhilarating exer- F°P® found it, and pulled himself to|Gep! Do you think this is a tes par- Iretms it cne of the last round had soothed him his feet. And then the lights went|ty? Dough, you boob. Frogskins. ahass bovete MbiEan .:'.."3?1‘ : and cleared his brain; and he, too, as|°%: Smackers. Feel in yo - il la brain: and Be 100, 88| % How long it was befors ke ealised] 2 mieatt Somse o o o c mort T e e sion, was resolved to attend strictly | that the abrupt darkness was not due | of trance, the Bear Cat felt for him, | > il 77 Drain work this time. I shall to business. And his business was te| O & repetition of “it," he never knew. | and extracted a pocketbook. write my experiences and try and seil stay five rounds and earn that $100, | BUt it must have been some length of | 1 guess thesell do,” he eaid, re- | Do, t0 8 Sunday paper. 'What hip- Connolsseurs in the Fing seats, who | time. for when the room became sud- | moving a couple of bills. He rapped | oned tonight ought to plesss some had been telling their friends during | en1y 1ight again his head was clear, |on the door. SRItoE. Tha WAy YO WL PUL OE the previous interval that Freddie|20d: except for a conviction that his that dressing room! It was the a3 “got him Sorner changed inaty|neck was broken, he felte tolerably anewersd'a arumrvolel s oL aer AAIEK, § Gvar SR Dhee minds and gave it as their ppinton | Vel ousht f0 bs e - that he had “blown up” They were| e x T want to speaks to you. Got some- | Foac,5 St May I come aad report ‘wrong. e was ting solely on the eyes having grown acoustomed | thing to say.” detensive now from policy, not from FL e het e ot e or e menag' e g mtiene ishment that remarkable changes had| “Well?" i O L = e Bear Cat came on with a rush, | taken place in the room. With the| “Say, Mike, you've got & kind face. h probabl head down, swinging with left and |exception of some half dozen persons, | Going to let us g0, It YOUT" The |pes oo e e O e o right. The changa from his former |the audience had disappeared entire- | policeman eyed the Bear Cat tolidly. | ns 1o e e attitude was remarkable. There was |1y, and each of those who remained| The Bear Cat's answerlng lance |pome s air. Brestt e no standing up against such an on- | Was In the grasp of a massive police- | was more friendly. S g g s ek e slaught. Freddle covered up and|man. Two more intelligent officers| “See what the fairies have brought, | ana petted ni ooy dheseong ducked and slipped and sids-stepped, | waro beckoning to him to come down | Mike: S5l paiiag s Are Rioctionasely with and slipped again, and, when the gong | from the platform. The Eas he poll 5 “Don't-- o sounded, he was still Intact. Ve el g Rl e e e B Freddie came up for the fifth round | It was obvious that the purity of | “Say,” he said severely, as he held |4 2 ‘:o:, whil ;“:{ siluca u,’.° brimming over with determination. |the city demanded that Freddie should [out his hand, “you don't reckon I'd|(anioias and then o1l g0 home and He meant to do or die. Before the |appear in court in a less exiguous|takea bribe, I hope?” N e ond of the first half minute it was |costume than his present ome. The| “Certainly not” £aid the Bear Cat|is crmvne something wtter aiie borne in upon him that he was far |two policemen accompanied him to | indignantly. *© Copprgnt, 2075, A1 rghte revrved) Wife at Head of Big Dairy Farm D OVER WITH DETERMINATION. HE MEANT FREDDIE CAME UP FOR THE FIFTH ROUND BRIMME! T0 DO OR DIE. BEFORE THE END OF THE FIRST HALF MINUTE IT WAS BORNE IN UPON HIM THAT HE WAS FAR MORE LIKELY TO DIE THAN DO. HE WAS A GOOD AMATEUR BOXER, BUT— | the first row of ring-side seats. It seemed famillar. He recognized Mr. Bivatt. It was a transformed Mr. Bivatt, happier-looking, excited, alto- gether more human. Their eyes met, but there was no recognition in the millionaire's. Freddie's attention was diverted from audience to ring by the arrival of the Tennessee Bear Cat. There was a subdued murmur of applause. The Bear Cat was an extraordinarily up to fight a guy here at a hundred smd thirty-three, ring side, and star ing meself for weeks to make the welght—say, I ain’t had a square meal since Ponto was a pup—and gee! along comes word that he's sprained a foot and will we kindly not expect him. And all I get is the forfeit money. Forfelt money! Keep it! It ain’t but a hundred fish. Say, I'd have licked that guy with me eyes shut” He kicked the table leg morosely “Your story moves me much,” said [muscled young man. His face wore a look of placid content and he had a general air of happy repletion, a that ex-hub of the city, wore a more than usually tough and battered look. Mr. “Blinky” Anderson, the proprie- tor, welcomed him with quite marked satisfaction. He examined the in- jured eye, stamped it with the seal of his approval as “some lamp,” and in- formed him that his weekly envelope would contain $8 and that his food was presented free by the manage- ment. Freddie was a sociable being, and could be happy anywhere, so long as he was not bored. The East Side Del- | Freddie. “And now what shall we monico’s life was too full of move- |shoot into you?” ment to permit of ennul. He soon| “You attending to this table?” fate-cannot-touch-me-I-have - dined - perceived that there was more in this| *I am. day expression. He was chewing of Her wol'k. Told by establishment than met the| The young man scanned the bill of | gum. 5 1t offered attractions to the cog- | fare. A shirt-sleeved gentleman climbed | Mrs. Capper. W;fe of Senator’s Mrs. Medill McCormick, Wife of the Senator From Illinois! Takes Up Service to Aid Ba- bies of Nation—Story noscenti other than the mere restora- EEEE lntc:slh:s rlngn,( ylumu s]lxhll‘);. tion of the inner man with meat and| . . - GODLE sou . “Gents! ain event. ave an p—bit o' weakfish— apology offer—behalf of the manage- drink, the fatter including openly|“‘N ioa ot B b apolegy ehalf o anag: served malt and spirituous liquor. On 5 ment, Was to have been ten-round corn on the cob—bit o' steak—fried | poyt Sam Proctor, better known as the first floor, provided that you could convince the management of the ex- |Potatoes—four fried eggs, dome onitne Tennessee Bear Cat, and On both sides—apple dumping with hard | Round Smith, at hirty-thi " cellance of your motives, you could | *2th sidet—apple TUTPINE WAN Aed | Round Smith, at one thirty-three ring buck the tiger. On the floor above, | *aoet 2747 HIE, FUFATS boerved | side. But—seems o have been a— 1f you were that kind of ldiot, you | b 4 A o to start with.|naccident. One-Round havin' sus-[of that farm, “She is the greatest might play roulette. And in the base- | And. 88 bring all the real beer you| (ained severe injury to foot. Rendd'rin | woman I kno 1 wish I cou'd tell ment, 1it with countless electric ;"l“‘e"“"' T've forgotten what it tastes|jt_impossible—appear t'night before [ now strongly I feel about her a:.d her lights, boxing contests were held on 2 - you. Deeply regret unavol'd'ible dis-|gplendid work. She is not the farm- 8! ‘Sure,” sald Freddie sympathetical-|'pointment.” er's wife. She herself is the farmer; Saturdsy nights before audiences|, " financially, if not morally, select. Ay, “Ieep yous strengthiup, The vocal man's breath was going | ner husband is only a United States Kansas Senator. BY MRS. ARTHUR CAPPER. l SPENT a day agd a night on an Illinols farm recently. When I departed after that brief but ab- sorbing visit I said of the woman Tn fact. the East Side Delmonico's| ‘T1l try.” sald the thickset young | fast, but he stfil had sufficient for a|genator. A good part of the year she wis nothing. ‘mors orl s’ ‘than & | “Oet & move on. brilliant flight of fancy. is glving her time, her whole heart don of Infquity, But Freadle revelea| .t S3ve Freddle quite a thrill of| “Havo honor, however, present|,ng enersy of mind and body to the M hts duttes He booked orders,|RItrulstic pleasure to watch him eat.|tyou Jimmy Smith, brother of One-arive management of a farm solely served drinks, smashed plates, bullted | 58 felt like a philanthropist enter-| Round—stranger to this city—but| nat hundreds of babies in Chicago the cook, chafted the customers when | tAIDInS 8 starving heggar. He fetehed | well known on Paclfic coast-—where—| yy have the safe and wholesome and carried assiduously for the diner, | winner of forty-seven battles. Claim-| ¢ 04 ¢ney otherwise might not have they were merry, seized them by the neck and ran them into the street|Snd When at lensth the latter called | ant to welterwelght belt. Gents, Jim-| ¢ gpe gia not supply 1,100 to 1,300 when they were too merry, and in every way comported himself like one who has at last found his true voca-| "o, 'his way to the kitchen he en- “ov‘:'.o 3'1’3 ;:T:-r::;: :t:lln‘ for the | cOUntered Mr. “Blinky" Anderson, moment and return to Mr. Bivatt, raising the curtain at the beginning out of place. fried chicken, eggs, corn, apple dump- of his tete-s-tete dinner with bis fel- | * “gorry to hear the news, sir. I hear | 1ings, lager beer, and cup Costards. A low plutocrat, T. Mortimer Dunlop. T. Mortimer was the other sort of mil- the main event has fallen through. I|perambulating bill of fare. Honaire. He bulged. His head was bald, his face purple, his hands red. d Mr. Anderson nodded. He was accustomed to refer to him-| pygt would be the Tennessee Bear self somewhat frequently as & dead- |,y s sport. He wheesed when he| “uyery possibly. He had that ap-|nuskiest, wickedest little old slugger pearance.” that ever came down the pike. The I raise the curtain on Mr. Bivatt| 'y, o the Bear Cat, Mr. Anderson|boy who's cleaned up all the light- for coftes and & clgar and sank back |my Smith, th’ Santa Barbara Whirl- 1218 eliadr with) s happy sigh, el siad quarts of certified milk to the city nearly cheered. ¥ bables daily. The woman of that farm is Ruth McCormick, wife of Senator Medill McCormick of Chicago and daughter of the late Mark Hanna. She doesn’t have to assume the worries or the bhard work—the downright toil on occaslons—that the active manage- ment of her big dairy farm entalls.| MRS. MEDILL McCORMICK, WIFE OF THE SENATOR FROM ILLINOIS, AND PABST PONTIAC AL, She easily could employ all the expert ONE OF THE i GowhioF . MADRIG: managerial talent needed. She is PRIZE HER : carrying that burden herself because - of & conviction that she should do Freddie bowed. The mere thought of those forty-seven victories gave him heart. After all, who was this looking depressed. Freddie thought|Tennessee Bear Cat? A mere walking respectful condolence would not be|repository of noodle soup, weakfish, have been walting on one of the fight-| The introducer, however, presented ers upstairs.” him.in another aspect. He had got his second wind now, and used it. “Gents! The Tennessee Bear Cat! You all know Sam. The toughest, X he anofild 4 of buildings. Ths" first group of &ix | hobby.® The term “hobby” would not something for others, and si = | or eight small bufldings is the home |fit Mrs. McCormick’s dais farm at| Atla; B ing & wonderful service because of| “settlement.” It contains Mrs. Mc-|all. However, she doe'ur’enjoy her’ wrl':ul: I’r.:.' l::é:rl‘:?:kt ol:':‘er’: ¢ the beginning of dinner because her sympathy and love for humanity.| Cormick’s bungalow, with its two|work, every bit of it, because of that | Cormick packed and shipped the milk. it was then that he allowed Mr. Dun- | 2% rendered communicative by grief. | weights around these parts, and is in That is why I say she is the greatest | gleeping porches, nursery, sitting|great sympathy she ha: But don’t | Several weeks later she recelved ; lop to pefsuade him to drink @ D Freddie had a sympathetic manner,|a dead straight line—for the cham-|woman I know. I suppose you could | room and two baths. Nearby is the|forget that it isn't play she is en-|letter from London saying that the o Hope cocktall, 80 called because ¢ | *'d many men had confided in him. |peenship of the world” find many technically trained women | guests’ bungalow, with thres bed-|gaged in; it is work—hard, responsi- | last bottle of milk was opened the cheers you up. It cheered Mr. Bivatt “One-Round Smith says he's hurt, He waved his hand dramatically.| who could run. the McCormick dairy | rooms, sleeping porch and two baths. | ble work. Sometimes it might be|day the woman landed In Engiand, 2 his foot. Huh!” Mr. Anderson grunted | The Bear Cat, overwhelmed by these |farm as a business just as success-| Then there is the bungalow with thel positive drudgery if Ruth McCormick's | seventeen days after it had been ship- fully as Mrs. McCormick runs It as|dining porch, kitchen, large sitting | spirit dtdn't lift it far above that | ped, and It was in perfect condition a part of her duty as an American | room and library and great porches.| One incident illustrates what I| Rock River farms are only five citizen, but those technically tralned| Scattered about are the bungalows| mean. One night shortly before our |years old, but when one goes lh,ron h women would be doing it as & legiti- | for servants and the laundry. The|visit, Mrs. McCormick went to bed|its buildings and sees the ihorou:h second group of buildings, a quarter | planning to attend t! - s :: pl”lp:kel; debt. A thousand dol- (naries have just started, and what * %k % be sure, but without that great pur-|of a mile away, contains th: men's fiel! dlsy< She w:: B:::l‘:z::lr ::: :p“:l:‘t;:k:lmel?nmxc:rmmz‘— e s aeaaEm s S A of :‘;"" Ly “’l‘" fay when they fiag JFREDDIE started the fight with the pose that moves Ruth McCormick—a | dormitory, barns, milk house, garages | next morning by one of the men, who | it almost staggers ons. I belleve Teoliy ik mantniie wiborte maatly e Ml ‘,t”""" Syont advantage that his plan of cam. |love for humanity. To my mind true | and the production end group of the |said that the cooks, husband and wite, | that tn & few years Rock River farms Sovivsly. Thite wis 10 aeubt m“:t el v‘;‘;"l s = fl‘“ & sub- | as perfectly clear in his mind. | greatness has but two attributes—the | farm. Most of the small dwellings are | had left that night without previous|will be one of the biggest imstitu- A woiabliy Waa T tetat t M meate lenaan B sy ‘°““"’ Rapid attack was his policy. When & |ability to achieve for the good off portable, and all are eloctric lighted | notice. Mrs. McCormick dressed, tions of its kind in the country. It S He0 aad took & DUmsic tav oA ";- s m (l;‘ e 8 terror | jorepiring gentleman in shirt sleeves [ mankind and the desire to achieve | Mrs. McCormick did not like the un-, hastily, went to the men's dormitory,[is only a matter of time until the It was at this point that T. Mor- ": said Freddie, has been exhausting his scanty stock | for the love of mankind. attractive designs of the portable|and for five days did all the cooking | great dairy Mrs. McCormick is devel- timer Dunlop, summoning the ;mld Mr. A‘nfl‘mn R rediat ht 1th of breath calling you & whirlwind, de- x % k% houses, so, instead of buying entire|for twewnty-four men. That is typi-| oping will require her constant atten- waiter, ordered two Dawn of Hope 3 = i houses, she literally bought them by | cal of her; she keeps the place going.| tion. Then she and her senator hus- cocktails. Mr. Bivatt weakly surren. 093;""":’“ 2 the yard—that is, she bought differ-| Mrs. McCormick’s purpose to be-|band will have to decide between the dered. He was there enticely to piease| *T'a fight Jack Dem; it neda|on the principle of beginning as you and put them | come an actual, active dairy farmer|farm ahd the hundreds of bables to Mr. Dunlop, for .there was & big deal|just finished the meal :":'::" g | mean to o on, proceeded without de- together to sult her tastes. She her-|came from the illness of her little| whom the farm means a fair chance in the air, to which Mr. Dunlop's co- :"" h" fl‘ et ll“ll' 33| 1ay to poke his left earnestly into the self put up the ceiling of her sitting | daughter Katrina, five years ago. At|for life, on the one side, and Wash- operation was essential. This was no| Mr. Anderson stood blinking, and | mose Of t B Ot with & thed Toom ad madels ey Dlsesns cell | (hatiins iahe (Was tiorsifalhy, the] EiklowioaisAb biier. X Keve ey N time to think about one's digestion |allowed the idea to soak !hrou;-h. 1t brought his right round with a thud ing of it, too. assertion of her family physician that] decide in favor of the farm and the or the habits of & lifetime. If, to con- | penetrated slowly, like water through on to what the latter probably still Every morning at 8:30 Mrs. McCor-| there was little milk in Chicago or|babjes. Many men ean fill the posi- olliate invaluable Mr. Dunlop, it was 3 called his ear, a strange, shapeless mick gets on a horse, and from that|nearby that could be guaranteed as|tion of 2 United States senator, but necessary to be & dead-game sport| ~He'd eatyou!"he said at last Efowthizather, Mesfatioathor otz time until 1 o'clock she is 100 per|pure. The milk he could recommend|very few of us are capable enough or and drink a cocktail, then a dead-| «Well, I'm . the only. thing in thi flower, and sprang back. The Bear cent farmer. Her farm carries 175|was bottled in Wisconsin. It was not| willing to give our entire lves to the same sport he would be. He took |place he hasn't eaten. Why stint | e hie Sum and smiled grate: dairy cows; it's a big institution, but| diMcult, of course, for the McCor-|saving of little bsbies, as Mra. Mc- the curious blend, served in a boutllon | him?” ; fully. nothing goes on there that Mrs. Mc-| micks to insure an adequate supply|Cormick is doing. I hope that she cup, and pecked at it like a nervous| “But, say, have you done any fight- Cormick does not know about or have | of pure milk for their three children,|and Senator MoCormick will feel as :)lrd. He blll;nked and pecked again, |ing?’ hoped to put in. We stopped at one | & hand h:»é -r;et:‘l l:!l:;l’ :al;:llo:n :: :utt :(ra lloco;mlctk' ] heart u:unt out, 1 do about that farm. ess nervously. ‘As an amateur, & good deal.’ .| farm to engage a carpenter, and while every part of e work. 0 the thousands of city mothers who Mr. Bivatt for thirty years had con-| = Mr. Anderson so far forgot himself ;l;:.':,d ;,':.',f;z’;.’::"..‘? t:: :::,,‘:, she and the farmer were talking the | Mrs. McCormick becomes chiefly afwere not financislly able to provide| fined his potions to hot water, and the [as to expectorate dlagustedly. . armer's wife and Mrs. McCormick | nelghbor. She visits around in the|good milk for their little ones. And Smallest Visible Things. effect on’ him was remarkable, even st0od with thelr arms linked together. | Relghborhood, receives visitors or is|go Rock River farms were founded. EW persons would gu since prohibition. He no longer felt|body. LIl give you & hundfed if you|glowing with satisfaction. This was|She seems to have made such a ~ov- |busy in whatever community enter-| One of the pleasant experiences F smallest things visibl depressed. Hope, so to speak, had|last five rounds. I guess five'll satis- | ea; able place for herself in that com- |Prise her amasing talent for teamwork { that comes to the manager of Rock|are the stars. Yet Divers was no = may demand. River farms is to recelve a letter|doubt correct in declaring that such dawned with a ferk. Life was a thing |ty them if you make them fast ones.| But toward the middle of the second | mynity that everybody accepts her as of wonderful oy and infinite possi- |1l go and tell the Bear Cat.” round he received a shock. TIIl then | Just one of the neighbor folks. %% every tew days from some one whose | 12 3¢ case, Grent 28 gRny of Lo Domu-u:ss somebody will say,|child has been helped by the pure|gistance is o immense that their an- keep sweet on a voyage across the BT e gatirically, but pathos succeeded sa- | tributes, shifted the chewing gum to = tire again almost at once. “I ain't|the other cheek, and simpered coyly, JMR: BIVATT needed cheering up.|told them about it yet,” he went on, |as who should say: “Stop your non- ‘That very afternoon his only son, | jerking his head In the direction of | sense, Archibald! And. the Twombley, had struck him for $1,000 | the invisible audience. “The prelimi- | clanged. mate business enterprise, laudable, to were visiting at Aurora, IIL, when Mrs. McCormick tele- phoned us from Rock River farms, seventy miles away, that she would motor over for us the next day. It rained that night, so the next day we drove twenty miles to Coleman and took a milk train to Rockford, where Mrs. McCormick met us and took us to her farm, twelve miles distant, During the drive she spoke of her plans for the farm, of the barns she had built and the improvements she ceney forbids that you should behave WE like a zephyr. He shook hands, and, A heavy swing on the part of the Bear Cat was the next event of note. Freddie avoided it with ease, and be dangerous. Dangerous! He went to his corner at the end of the round “Amateur! Well, it's you or no- eye. Five minutes later Freddie, | bilitles. “And I'll go and get him his coffee | the curious ease with which he had 'hen we turned into Rock River panting a little and blinking to ease| We, therefore, find him at the end |and the strongest clgar you keep.|reached his oppouent’s head had I began to get most thoroughly _ “Well, Mrs. McCormick just en-|milk from the farms. Some time ago ar dizmeter becomes lnunuibl; the pain of his injured eye, was wait- |of dinner leaning across the table, | Bvery little helps.” caused him to concentrate on it. It|intorested, and that interest will]joys that, as would any other woman |a ruml.u in Cslifornia wrote to & they approach the m:;gu o! cease; The place looks 1ike & |0f kesn mind snd with money enough | Chicago physician, asking if it ‘would == disks Freddie entered ‘the ring in a bor- | now occurred to him that by omit to attack the body he was, as it were, ing for his opponent to rise from the | thumping ft with clenched fist, and f