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/ ** Lhree Summer 0, Anxious Reader, Mrs. G N advertising Bquare Theatre. * Tt ts eminently proper and quite witi apa Charles Dickson's irresponsible yout has taken upon himself parental responsibility Twins,” wihile toys in Messrs. O. A. Hauert “Three Twins’ n’s return to the home of the brave and the land of the fres nothing whatever to do with the case at the form of jingles an ach antl Carl Hoschna Twins” a Credit to Broadway's Family, 18 Notga sequel the facts to epeak of @e descended from “Incog,”’ Mrs. Pacheco's farce of tha mistake; to "Three Weeks.” ‘Three ‘Twins’ identity era h, Now, living In Brooklyn, Mr, Dick- to the extent of “Three tunes have heen provided by Mr. Dickson d joes not appear upon Nonceee surface, but, as Mr. W. H. Crane might say, father and the boys are 5 well. Frances Kennedy as Mrs. Dick Win- y ters. tas managed to go through vaude fast mixes pleasantly with his present. Tight Brigade’ into Peace conterence. ‘#Ol be funny. Just what Miss Bessie McCoy ts si wat! she discanis a weird makeup that makes and bulges out !n a Pierrot costume to sing she is a nit. a parlor entertainment the Herald| Judging by the hilarity at the Herald Square last night, based upon false w still able to lure mistaken Identity, the lair, and under the circumstances it {s well to leave bad enough alone. While the wigs and whiskers grow somewhet thin from too much hugging and kissing on the part of m can’t see through th {staken ladies who m, the plece wears very well, thanks largely to Mr. Hosch- na’s young and pretty music. The youth of Mr. Clifton Crawford, a! light comedian with a deft touch, also helps to keep the plece out of the Home! for Infirm Farces. seo him sing his p: realize that youth You have only to art of “Good-Night, | Sweetheart.” with Miss Alice Yorke to; with a eense of hu- mor can deliver you from the ‘‘sent!- mental balled." only way. You liste eyes, and save y To see him sing is the on to him with your our ears for Miss Yorke's share of the duet. Mr, Craw- ford sees the humor of the sweetheart gong: does not sob over it. the heart throb airily finally says GOOD- capital letters, There {s somethti untke the confirmed tenor, he He dances around mockingiy, and GHT in vigorous Ing refreshing about Mr. Crawford, in spite of an occasional suggestion of Mr. still doing time in lle with both fest on the soft pedal, and h The Charge of the | game ts exh; as an international | another He {s an amiable object lesson In how to be a juvemile and/it usually spends most of t To hear him turn fs as funny Pposed to be Is di “The Yama Joe" Coyne, who 1a | distances, and often He ing ground, perhaps Landon, alas! Moult to make out Yama Mai Than She dances around ten Yama Yamas who look as though they had been ban'shed from a picture book for scaring pink little girls and purple ows, and gives up parts of her song @o droll imitations of our to-be-or-not- to-be-Hamlet, Mr. E. Fitzgerald Foy. Mystery dogs her dance-steps and your fayes follow sult. Miss McCoy's dance fs ithe latest news on Broadway. It is the ‘Mextra’ of the performance. It comes late, but it is worth its walt in gro- Seesque. grace and novelty. Vth Mr. Crawford in a so-called “hypnotic @ance," Miss McCoy gives another charming account of herself. It is only when she acts Ophelia with weeds in her straw-colored wig that life seems ead. But there's no denying her clever- mess. Any ome who can pick up an sBinglish accent in Chicago must be ‘ehever. Miss MoCoy's accent {s as uninten- tionally funny es “Cuddle Up a Little “Closer,” a song which show “the lweven ages of cuddling. Its types range from a property baby to a white- wigged couple. and by the time a de- partment store bride and bridegroom walk on ft 1s impossible to male your eense of humor behave itself. lectric effects’ make other songs seem as old as mistaken identity, but the 'e. ograpn” Is a nsw wrinkle, wit exaggeration of Miss anci of the programme as “The ¢ Your attention is respect(ui tendance at the sanitarium in overlook them, They wear the bac 4p sure to be seen. Come to t in tarium to have her accent tre. It is to be } As a weep! face certai she Is a J s stage business. and the others do what 1s s look happy in sheath gowns. You will find "Three rer I Masney the Ma y called to the Red Cross nurses who dance at- e second act. Suffering humanity should not | e of service just below tha knee, o k of It, Miss McCoy might go to that sani- | Bessie McCoy as Molly Sommers. known to fame hine.” Miss Yorke sings a required of them edit to Broadway's summer fangily. piece is @ good answer to that eternal question, “Whera shall I go to CHARI and the yhere It s well as Miss Ker heerfully. Even .ES DARNTON. be 6 ” me Dressing Jacket—Pattern No, 6003. ™ !*) |? fng, 31-8 yards of edging. Pattern No, 6003 is cut in sizes for a 82, 34, 36, 9, UCH a pretty Uttle dressing jacket as this one cannot fail to find its welcome. It {8 dainty and attrac- tive, it is abso- lutely simple and it {s pecullarly well adapted to the in- coming season, In the ‘Mustration tt is made of white batiste trimmed. with — embroidery, but it would be charming if the myatertal chosen were flowered lawn, cross-barred dimity or anything similar, and, 1 something 4 little handsomer is wanted, Japanese silks will be found desirable. Also the real Japanese cot- ton crepes make up most attractively and are durable in the extreme. The quantity material = required for the = medium sine is 8 3-4 yards M or M, 21-4 yards 83 or 11-2 vards 4 inches wide, with 71-8 yards of band- S of 40 and 42 Inch bust. Call or sond by mat! to THE EVENING WORLD MAY MAN- TON FASHION BUREAU, No, 188 Kast Twenty-third street, Ni York. Send 10 cents in coin or stampe for each pattern erdered. panel, ways apecity site wanted IMPORTANT—Write your name end e@érese pintaly, and al- sand whiskers, is laugh from its er look Mke a dppy Ophella | thinks it may come across prey, and It d that Miss Frances Kennedy will never be cured of crying, | cal! loudly, y. The part may be hard on her face, but her ro ooo |$The Evening World’s Series Of 20 Hunting Stories By President Roosevelt, | By Special Arrangement, . ® (Copyright, 1893, by G. P, Putnam's Sons.) G. P. Putnam's Sons, London.) New York and STORY NO. 5, |More Adventures With Cougars. ITB cougnr | sometimes stalks its| prey, and some- times Hee in wait for {t beside a game trail or drink- ing pool—very! rarely indeed dors | % crouch on the limb of a tree. When excited by the presence of game It is some- times very bold. fired at some bighorn sheep on a steep mountain-side; he | missed, and immediately after his shot | @ cougar made a dash into the midst | lof the flying band In hopes to secure a |viottm. ‘The cougar roams over long | changes fts hunt- | remaining In one place two or three months, vntil the sted, and then shifting to When {t does not He in walt | the night, | | winter and summer, in prowling Test- lessly around the places where 1t| Willis once tr | will patiently follow an animal’ | Cougar Versus Wolf. | There ts no kind of game, save the Jeu gron grizzly and buffalo, which It) | does not at times assafl and master. | [It readily snaps up grizzly cubs or \gumalo calves; and in at least one linstance I have known of !t springing slaying and eating a full grown I presume the latter was taken -| i} ‘| | ‘on, wolf. by surprise. ‘On the other hand, the cougar itself has to fear the big timber wolves when maddened by the winter hunger and gathered in small parties; while a large grizzly would of course be an overmatch for it twice over, though {ts superior agility puts it beyond the grizzly's power to harm it, unless by some unlucky chance taken in a cave. . ° . . Though the cougar prefers woodland, {t {s not necessarily a beast of the 4, | dense forests only; for it is found in all the plains country, living in the scanty timber belts which fringe the streams, or among the patches of brush in the Bad Lands, The persecution of hunters, however, always tends to drive 4t into the most thickly wooded and broken fastnesses of the mountains, | cers and dimples and a winking eye at! an Solitary Marauders. ast page | Cougars are very solitary beasts; it js rare to see More than one at a time, and then only a mother and young, | o: a mated male and female. _ | ‘They are silent animals; but old hunt- | lers say that at mating time the males | while the females have a ery distinct anawer. They are also sometimes noisy at other seasons, I! he|am not sure that IT ever heard one; {but one night, while camped in a heav- ‘The | {ly timbered coulle near Kildeer Moun- ight?" | tains, where, as thelr footprints showed, the beasts were plentiful, I twice heard a loud, wailing scream ringing through Pres, Roosevelt’s (Published under arrangements (dee | The Evening World Daiiy Magazine, OOOO OOOUGOr e hills around us. old plainsman, s cry of the cougar p Certainly no man c a stranger and wilder sound. Ordinarily the rifleman is in no dan- ger from a hunted cougar; the beast’s d ng for its prey one iden seems to be flight, and even {f {ts assailant ts very close It rarely charge: there ts any ce for es- cape. Yet th when !t will In man whom I had e wor the round-up—though I never knew name—was badly mauled by a cougar near my ranch. He was hunting with & companion and they unexpectediy came on the cougar on a shelf of sand- stone above their herds, only some ten feet off. It sprang down on the man, |mangied him with teeth and claws for|wayfarers for miles is due to a desire a moment, and then ran away other man T knew, a hunter named Ed Smith, who had a small ranch near Helena, once charged by a wounded cougar; he recelved a couple of deep scratches, but was not seri- ously hurt. Many old frontiersmen An- tell tales of the Impenetrable gloom which shrouded | the cougar's occasionally itself making most likely to encounter was a nearly | Evening World. Listen to the Birds w& w ot THE USUAL HOWL OF THE NEW SUBURBANITE. FATHER DUCK—Do you realize that that scoundrelly landlord of a rooster ha Own Stories of t this was the ‘ould well Hsten to Wedn es day, June 17, 1908. BOO OO OOOG Oo vere Gen. Hamp his Missiseipp! naked and unarmed 1 ton tells me that near clantation many years ago a negro who was cne A gang engaged in building a raliroad through low and wet ground was waylaid and killed by a cougar late one night as he was walk- ing alone through the swamp. Struck Down! ngro. I knew two men in Missoula who [were once attacked by cougars In a very eurlous :nanner., It was in Jan- luary, and they were walking home through the snow after a hunt, each carrying on his back the saddle, haunches and hide of a deer he had siain, Just at dusk as they were paEs- jing through a narrow ravine ;he man in front heard his partner utter a sud- den loud cail for help. Turning, he was dumfounded to see the man lying on his face In the enow, with a cougar which had evidently knocked him down standing over him. grasping the deer meat. while another cougar waa galloping to assist. Swinging his rifle round he shot the first one in the Drain, and it dropped motionless, |whereat the second halted, wheeled, and bounded into the woods. His com- panion was not in the least hurt or even frightened, though greatly amazed, The cougars were not full grown, but y of the year, Cougar Kills Indian. i Now in this case I do not believe the | Deasts fhad any real intention of attack- ling the men. They were young animal bold, stupid and very hungry. The | smell of the raw ment excited them be- yond control, and they probably could not make out clearly what the men | were, as they walked bent under their | burdens, with the deerskins on thel? backs. Evidently the cougars were only trying to get at the venison. | In 1886 a cougar killed on Indian near | Flathead Lake. Two Indians were |hunting together on horseback when} they came on the cougar. It fell at once | to thelr shots, and they dismounted and ran toward it. Just as they reached it came to and seized one, killing him Instantly with a couple of savage bites in the throat and chest; it then raced after the other, and, as he sprang on his horse, struck him, Inflicting a.deep jbut not dangerous scratch. 1 saw this survivor a year later, He evinced great | reluctance to talk of the event, and in- jsisted that the thing which had slain [his companion was not really a cougar at all, but a devil. Avenged Stolen Kittens, A she-cougar does not often attompt |to avenge the loss of her young, out sometimes sie does. A remarkable in- Stance of the kind happened io my friend Prof. John Bache McMaster In jis. He was camped near the head lof Green River, Wyoming. One after- noon he found a couple of cougar Kit- the attack, and dogging * death tens and took them Into camp; they some unfortunate waytarer. Many oth were clumsy, playful, trlendly. little ers stich tales to scorn. It 13) creatures. The next afternoon ho re- that if such attacks occur they altoget! mained in camp with the cook. Hap- ia Hee One eee pening to look up he suddenly spied the he entirely disregarded in’ practice, 1) mother cougar running nolselesaly should have no more hesitation in|@0" on them, her eyes glaring and Sleeping aut tn an wood where there |‘! twitching, snatching up his rine were cougars, or walking through it "@ led her when she was barely after nightfall, than 1 should have i¢)'W "ty Yards distant, Fis mea shorn sate! ranchman named Trescott, who was at one t!me my nelghbor, told me that while he was Iving on a cheep farm In the Argentine he found pumas very common and killed many. They were very destructive to sheep and colts, but were singularly cowardly when dealing with men. Not only did they never attack human beings, under any stress of hunger, but they made no effective resistance when Brought to! ee Oe Genre bay, merely scratching and cuffing like |for bloodshed which they Jack (he | ee ene ena atid In ancave courager (on reallee.\: la beasts |!t W88 safe to creep tn and shoot them In the old days, when all wild beasts twith a revolver Jaguars, on the con- “Ferocious and Cowardly,” Yet it 1s foolish that im ex- ceptional instance tacks may occur, Cougars very wonderfully in size, and no less in temper. Indeed T think that by nature they are as ferocious and | bloodthirsty as they are cowardly, and that thelr habit of sometimes dogging to deny were loss shy than at present, there : trary, were very dangerous anta bh was more danget from the cougar; SOrCUS SDL ARN ELS, jand this was especiall: true Jn the 7 Pr uh Story No. 6—“Black Bear and dark canebrakes of some of the South- | r was Caribou”—will appear in Saturday's lern States, where the man a cou! LOOT OCOOO, The ODOIOVOOGSS OG ZO) Sooseasea DOO This Novelization of “The Chorus Lady” Was Made By John W. Harding. (Copyright, 1908, by G, W. Dillingham Com- pany. SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS Dan Mallory, @ Virginia horse trainer, 18} aged to Patricia O'Brien, a New York js associated with | horus. git him In bus: re har lory takes ra rich N ford. comes to. in There he meet O'Briei Younger sister, a pretty, aelfis longs to €o on the stage, $5 Get to “The shrimp.” one of Mallory’s boys, who seeks to bully her Into pay- . Another stableboy, Known as “The Duke,’ Is hopelet love wit Nora. rien takes a dislike to Crawford. ne Tater, stops at the O'Brien cottage for a coup of coffee on hia way back to the station. flirts with Nora, who tells him ot her He offers to pay the Wager, A vived announcing that Patricta | CHAPTER V. Patsy. | 4c UBSETER think I was the bit I Bereech in this family, but it) Jooks like I'm the false alarm!" Patricia O'Brien gazed around the deserted kitchen with mingled ire and Aisappointment as she delivered herself of this sentiment and deposited a sult case and an umbrella on the floor. ‘Wouldn't this frost you, though,” she muttered, ‘me havin’ to deat it all the way from the deepa an’ then not @ 1 to offer me the welcome mitt? went to the foof of the stairs and lifted up her voice in a strident “Oo0-ho—oo0-ho!” Then she returned and seated herself woartly on a chair, Little excited series in the regions above and a sound of hurrying feet | followed this call. “Tis Patsy! ‘Tis Pate Aurry Nora!” shrieked Mrs. O'Brien. The admonition was not needed, for Nora was bounding down two steps at a time. but Patsy called in the voice of a martyr: "Oh, di ora lowed 1't step lively on my account.” into the Kitchen, fol- mother, and they flung by ne themselves upon her with many excla- mations of joy as Patsy rose to greet them. A Girl's Grievance. “Me darlin’ me Patsy, ‘tis glad O1 am to see yer. Ye're lookin’ beautiful, chotld,” cried the old woman, hugging her to her and receiving In return a hug sv strenuous in its expression of long pent up and lvungry affection that it made her gasp, ‘The first effusfons of the joy of meet- ing again having moderated, Patsy once more becaine aggrieved. “Same one might Inet me,” she complained, with tea in her voice. “ht ain't no joke hot footin’ #t all this way With a heavy grip. Where's pop “Phwat! Wgsn't there anny wan at the train? Dhan't queried her mother, much surprised. “Don't speak his name!" requested the girl as she divested herscif of her short tan jacket and revealed her tall, slender figure clad # a white blouse shirt waist and black taffeta skirt, be- neath which as she raised it slightly | the flounce of green petticoat was visible. “Didn't you get my wire sayin’ I'd be here on the 7.067" “Yes, but it wasn't delivered here un- til half past 7," sald Nora as she took | her sister’s hat. a fearful and wonderful creation in black chiffon. “An’ Danny rushed roight away with the rig for the train,” added her mother. “Half past 7! Wouldn't that scald, vou? I'm sorry I was so grou, I'm so temperamental Patricia emphasized the last word | with a very superior alr as she ad-| Justed her pompadour before the mirror and smoothed out her crumpled shirt! waist with her fingers. Her notion as} to what ft meant was extremely hazy, | but she had heard it In a play, and it} sounded well. but By Bob Addams rented us a place with no water on it? N A trade. Thinking thelr son in Misery Loves Company. OLD couple in Glasgow were in a very depressed state owing to dull America would help them, they wrote stating thetr-troviole, and that if he did not help them they would have to go to the poonhouse, Three weeks passed. and then ¢: “Dewe Mither and Faither—Just wait gane wi' ye Your affectionate son.” a letter from their son, saying: anither fortmicut an’ 1 come hame an’ | Money Is Full of Microbes. CCORDING » research labor- Hirector ) @ recent report made by the average piece of paper money, moderately clean, carries 22.500 bacteria, An average Dill will have upon it something like 73,000 bacterta, Not all pa terla, of course, are harmful, but in such a mumber ae 73,000 are many that | menace the public health. It has been determined by microscapte examination that many iving and active baeterta can De sheltered and sustained on a eotn. ‘Wee that seesen ehildresn shauld be Seseehe meses 06 ont coins i their mathe “The Merry Ha-Ha!” Her mother was much impressed by It. “Is hat 80?” she sald sympathetically. Poor dear! But O1 doan't wonder at| ye feelin’ upset. Sure 'twas a cold wel-} A ROMANCE OF NEW YORK AND ITS THEATRICAL LIFE. Chorus Lady. FOUNDED ON THE PLAY OF THE 8AME NAME By James Forbes. jt yez see pe OO; WDOBDOOSODODOGOHSHH COOOD OO: @ TODOS! “Well, an’ how's pop? 1 didn't much money, an’ 1 came away too quick to buy anything for you, but Patsy have brought some tobacco I got at the deepo at Washington.” Hefore her mother could reply O'Brien himself came in, his face beaming a. Welcome. Tears of tender joy moirtened his eyes as he took the returned wan- derer tn his arms. “Ah, Patay, but we've missed ye, me sir!,"" he said, “It makes loife worth livin’ to se@ yea once in a wholle. Phwat happened to yir show that ye were able to come to us?" “The angel, the financial party as was back of thé ‘Moonlight Maids,’ got chilblains,"” she explained, “Poor creature! Where did he eatoh them?" asked her mother, with much Interest. n the box office,” replied Patsy, with a laugh, in which all joined i cluding her mother, who began to ua- derstand, “Wasn't t latter. “I neter noticed any ore laff himself to e play comical?” asked the death lders. couple of morgues. the show was the |handmade blondes. Slie was in the original ‘Biack Cre mpany. an’ she had a daughter at school then. Then there was a couple of song an’ dance men, a team of acrobats, a troupe of motheaten dogs an’ a chorus that look- ed like the Chambermatds’ Union,” A Disappointment. “And wasn't even the scenery nice?’ questioned Nora Yep.” she admitted, “the scenery ‘as nice, and I made a great personal sugee I had three lines in the atter- sald Patsy, he shrugging her comedians was @ The best joke In star-one of them moind, cholld. The Maids’ brought? us luck in ye here,” said O'Brien. ‘An’, ‘© here, we're goin’ to keep yeu never bringin’ now | awhile. | “1a like to stay awful bad, but I'm lafraid I can’t, pop, dear,” she said. i“l've got to go back to New York to- morrow.” “But ve can't I'ave us $0 soon,” DpO- tested her mother. “Mom,” she replied, with an alr ef vusinessiike importance, “you don’t wo- |desrtand. 1 simply can't keep men Nke Henry W. Savage and Klaw & Erlen- ger waitin’ to know what I'm goin’ to |do.”* “Will you have a part in a pleyf” |queriead Nora. | “That depends on the part. Like ae |not I'll just go back in the chorus. What's the use of bein’ ambitious? It cnly makes you uncomfortable in your ymind. I've thought some of goin’ into vaudeville, I've a friend that's close to B. F. Keith's stenographer, an’ he jthought he could book me some dates. Maybe I'll frame up a sister act.” “A aleter act! Oh, Pat, you're going to take me?" cried Nora eagerly. “Why, honey lamb," said Patsy, with loving, motherly deprecation, “you couldn't do a turn in vaudeville, The stage is no place for you." Nora flushed and glared at. her sister with jealous fury. ‘You needn't think you're the only person in this family that can do any- thing,” she retorted. “You're jealous because I'm better looking than you are. I'll go in the chorus, too, just to spite you—you see if I don't! An Outburst of Rage. And, bursting into a fit of angry, weeping, she bounced out of the room. Patsy, amazed and pained and anx- fous to soothe her eister, followed her to the foot of the stairs “Why, Nora—honey lamb!" she orted. come here, enild, 1” Honey lamb nothin enraged girl a: of her room. to apite you.’ pity, perturbed end distressed, Garned ac “Mom, you haven't been en Pop, you won't let her go?’ she tioned, O'Brien remained allent and inquiringly at her husband, Al- though in the ordinary conduct of household affairs zhe ruled supreme, in times of crises or when it came t come yez had from yir loved wans.” “I had it all framed up,” Patsy went | on, ‘me descendin’ from the caboose! an’ fallin’ on everybody's neok. when I gets off the train the only neck in sight belongs to that village cut-up that propels the hack. The worst of it was I'd been handin’ it out all season | to that bunch of fralis in the company about my flance that owns a racin’ sta- ble and hed told ‘em I'd wired htm to meet me. An’ when that rabbit-faced | hackman comes up an’ hands out his/ mitt to me—well, never to me dyin’ day| whl I forget the way that burlesque, crowd hands me the merry ha, ha!" | And she raised her eyes and hands! and nodded her head in a manner mora expressive of her humiliation and har- rowed feelings than any mere words could have been. “Ye poor lamb! ‘Twas a Diack shame,” said her mother. “But {t's good to be home again,” sighed Patsy contentedly, dismissing from her thoughts the contretomps that could not be placed to anybody's fault and siving her mother another affec- tionate hug. ‘An’ how ts things? How's Danny gettin’ along? “He ain't gettin’ atong as welt as he answered the old woman ine “He's had a bard tolme ay it ever since the foire, though Lor’ knows. he's wurraked hard enough, aa’ he's bad to git a partner The Welcome. “A partner?” “Yes. We didn’t wroite to bother yer out it. It wouldn't ‘a’ helped mat- ters an’ would ‘a’ set ye w n’, an’ ye sure have enough to put up with “You oughter ‘a’ jet ma knes t ft, all the same. Who Is this part ner, | mean A Mister rd ¢ New York. He came here thia very mornin’ to look the place over, Yir father says it's tle Danny ‘ll get out ay the stable now except his board an’ keep” yy Aegon ede poe rs aL An’) fi the decision of weighty ipaeary me usband £0: looked, womanlike, to her counsel and action. "Brien puffed at his pipe and re- sted. It seemed to him very nat that Nora should desire, to follow her sister’ ootsteps, an eo wes un- able to see any objection to euch a hi ry ‘S| got to be thinkin’ ev eernin’ her livin’. he obse R rved. ‘Nix for the stage, pop,” said Patsy. EBhe, ain't wise to takin’ care of her self.” Pwhat d'ye mean, child?" demand 4 her mother. “IT mean,’ answered Petey. emphat- feally 't'don't want my Nee slater in th rus." “ie It ain't fit for Nora, tt ain't fit for you, and it's here ye'll stay,’ declared O'Brien, very quietly and vere, firmly. She went to him and placed her on his. shoulder. Danger! Year old pop. you don't understand. The chorus ts ut, all right. As I've told you he ¢ everything elae, it depends on the kind of person that goes into An’ she’s 5! a baby an’ so sweet It seems a shame she oaa't stay home till she marries some mine te ae well.” her une you done mother reminded her. Oh, T'm different," gad the ‘Im wise. [can tell the seeds m the phoney every time." Youlin’t ye teach Nora?" ‘ad just as Het sae wouldn't learn.” Pat uriin’, you're fore nen must learn, ne day, Better » stand by en’ ir 01 pretty “Maybe gold. La trust yes anny where, i the old woman fondly tle gesture of affee~ ng with the Diarney, »” she laughed a her mother, for & oup of get it for yea ‘Here's Tve a buch that's Dan. © Sigidoo, pop,” cried Patsy, iia Wie =e and pu: ning hs tor c exclaimed O'Brien, a “Phat goes 1 don't need nq Cl