The evening world. Newspaper, September 25, 1911, Page 15

The Evening World’s Grea Adventure Story for Young People. GERM. Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), i CHAPTER I. Footprints and What They Meant. FH ‘Fifteen Year Old’ all ts out in Virginia,” grumbled Bob Dale. “My father says so, in a letter that ran the blockade and came to me to-day via England.” t “The ‘Fifteen Year Old’ call," repeated Ray Gans. “That would Jet all three of us in. I'm the youngest, and I was fifteen last month. It's hard luck to have to grind away here at school and dig out lessons when ohaps no older than ourselves are in the thick of the war!” “I wish,” drawied Max Clark, a lanky, tall youth who was walking between fis two chums with the silent, tireless tread of an Indian, “I wish my father had etuck to trapping and post trading instead of striking it rich laat year and send- fag me to this Eastern school, If ho had I'd be at the front this minute, But now that he has money, he wants me to get an education. As if I couldn't learn @ore {n one month's fighting than ten years’ schoollni This was quite the longest speecty the taciturn young Westerner had ever mate, and it showed how strongly he was moved. The three boys—all students of the Hudson River Military School—were plodding up the long hiJl from the waflroad station, where they had gone to got the newspapers brought in by the might train. Like all the rest of America in those early days of 1863, the academy was eager for every acrap of available news from the seat of war. And the Throe Inseparadies, as Dale, Gans and Clark were nicknamed, had been detailed to- Bight to bring home the pape: “Tm rather glad your father ‘struck | he! Mt rich,’ you say, Ma: observed Bod. “If he hadn't you wouldn't be Academy we woul! never have known the first thing about scouting. Ray and And {f you hadn't come to the | BY CAPTAIN G I have jearned more from you than from all the professors put together. A Professor may kn a lot about Greek roots and plane geometry, but not one in fifty of them can ‘read a tral!’ you've taught us to, or build and ight @ camp fire in @ rain storm without @ match, or tell om broken twigs and upturned moss in the forest how many People have parsed and how lately—or— oh, say, you're a wonder, Max!" “Nonsense! laughed the lank Wes! erner, ms | embarr: sed by the praise. only taught you fellows what I pioked up as a kid when my father and I used to live for months at a time with BY CHARLES DARNTON. T your partner for ‘The Kies Waltz,” or swing in alone if need be, for you're sure to find yourself in good company at the Casino. Even a oon- firmed wallflower couldn't feel like the last rose of summer in the merry whirf of this nowest waltz-plece, “The Kiss Waltz” is aa huge a success as Eva Davenport—and in saying this 1am weighing my words. Aside from the waltz itself, which might be worse and would be better without its almost unendurable kissing obligato, the # alled Viennese operetta trips along to lvely music; but strangely enough in a plece of this kind it's the fun of the thing that counts most of all. As the heavyweight wife of a coachman who finds himself suddenly over: come with money, Miss Davenport looms up like a malaproplan mountain of fun, With one s.0e off she is a sight to touch a fat woman's heart, while with botn shoes on in the measures of the waltz she attempts with Charles Bigelow she's a convulsing sideshow. Don't imagine for a moment, however, that Miss Daven- port's size hides the fact that she is a comic artist. Shut your eyes to her em- bonpoint, if you can, and you see an actress who knows exactly how to make a tool of herself. She 1s so simple and earnest about ft that she wins your sym- pathy even while you are laughing your head off—and it takes a mighty clev woman to do that! It is only when sho resorts to her old fainting spell in which My, Bigelow is crushed to earth again that she fails to leave anything to the imagination. Of course there's a big laugh, but this time dt 4s at her expense. ‘At the Gaturday matinee Miss Elsa Ryan wasn't far behind Miss Davenport in the race for honors, Her imitation of a “Cleopatra dance,” with a striped necktie serving ae the serpent, was one of the funniest bite in the performance, It gave the finishing touch to an original and exceedingly clever dance in which Martin Brown figured conspicuously and Miss Adele Rowland displayed dainty grace. Mr. Brown hes picked up several new stunts that are worth doing, but it'ts quite apparent that he has been studying the Russtan dancers too closely. He 4s to de complimented most of all on the amusing way in whieh he plays a atuttering youth, Mies Ryan dances with a sense of humor that threatens to be her undoing when the chorus men oatch her up in hooks and carry her around above their heads, Sbe will be lucky {f she doesn't die of stomach trouble, Miss Rowland behaves very nicely, and that ‘Love's a Charming Art” cannot be denied while ehe’s singing (t. Miss Flora Zabelle, whose flashing black eyes are alone worth the price of admission, 1s handsomer than ever. Her voice ts best shown off in the first act finale, @ number that proves C. M. Zlehrer’s ability to write some- thing more than merely pretty tunes. In the waltz song that gives the piece ite title Miss ZabeNe runs the risk of having her ear for music ruined completely by Robert Warwick, whose voice would ruin anything, William Pruette is the only man in the company who can sing—and he takes his responsibility vory eolemnty. But the people generally are e0 good-natured, the chorus girls go good looking and the music te eo lively that "The Kiss Waltz" 1s bound to be itnmenscly popular, Just to Be Funny. FR ire iar how large were] but isn't this Miss Greenleaf? the diamonds that you say were] The Lady- He a.) 4 Miss Redpath. stoten from your prima donna? |, A. SM) ex nie Sst must be color Press Agent—About 20 sR anacript, Reporter—About the size of chestnuts, all your country place eh?—Toledo Blade. “Oh, Affable Stranger bes your pardon, !—Lo “Why do vo es me noth but trouble.” ville Courler-Journal, ~~ IGOING RIGHT STAAGHT AMO) TELL. The \ DONT BLEEVE NO SUCH STUFF t( HERE WAS, A LITTLE GIRL WHAT DIO NT BELIEVE IN FAIRIES the Indians. If you think I'm clever at scout work you ought to see the try their hand at !t There isn’t a ten- year-old Sioux boy that couldn't beat mi ‘Maybe so," agreed Gans, doubtfully, ‘but as there aren't any Sioux war par- tles within a thousand miles of here you're safe to keep the local champion- ship, old man, You've taught us both @ thousand things about scouting, but we're still as far behind you as you {say you're behind the Stoux." “Why Isn't scouting taught to every one?" mused Dale. “It would be a grand thing for elther army just now if it had a trained and efficient corps of | Boy Scouts instead of having to rely |on men who two years ago knew no more about such things than they knew about flying. I believe some day this country of ours will wake up to that. And then there'll be a body of Boy Scouts trained who'll be worth their welght in gold in case of another war. Even now we three chaps could do better service for—what's the matte, Max?" he broke off. on one knee, He was studying the sur- face of the dusty road, almost invisible jin the dim evening Nght. To his eyes, | trained by years of scout work in mid- night dlack forests, the road's appear- told w dozen stories as plainiy as were printed in Inch-long letters. “What ts it? asked Dale again. Max looked up, pointing to a spot in the road. “See?” he sald as they bent over to look, "See there, And there again, | Take a took and try what you can make out of it." In the dust the two others’ straining eyes co just discern amid wheel tracks and footprints the pressure of @ rether oddly shaped shoe. |. “It's the mark of an ac boot,” a unced Ray. the turn of the s demy fatigue can tell f:om “Going uphill toward the academy, of ‘course,” supplemented Dale, "And, from the way the toe presses the wearer Was in a hurry.” | “And a trifle lame in the left foot,” added Ray. . the mark of the right sole is much heavier. Max Clark stood by with the air of ® teacher who listens to two rather er pupils reciting a lesson, ot bad by this ight," he drawled japprovingly, “That allt" | ¥,"” hesitated Dale. “A fellow going | “f guess so,” agr \from the academy, a jup the hil in ab ry. | “I don't see anything in that,” added Bob, “to make you stop, Max, and get the knees of your best trousers all dusty. 1A hundred fellows from tie academy id Ray, little lame, t GIRL SAY 6HE In Faire: WEAR. ERY a Max Clark had halted and had dropped |> ANO WHEN ‘The Fainy Queen fey may have passed up thi What time are our catechized Max. ght o'clock, of course," answered Dale. “And nobody without a permit can get in or out after that hour?” pursued Max. ‘Certainly not. You know that. Un- he climbs the ten-foot wall with on the top and runs the guard ri bemtdi “How many were ranted permite to leave the grounds to-night?” “Only we three. The permit was read by Prezy at supper. We were allowed to go for the Academy. newspapers. And we were the only ones ‘allowed out of bounds. I still don't see what all this rigmarole has to do with—" “Maybe I can tell you," replied Max. “The gates were closed at elght. No one could get out. It is” (he glanced up at the stars to read the hour) “it ls now Just before ten. These footprints were made less than half an hour ago. how the dirt crumbles at the e¢ the toe-ma.K. Just enough to—’ “Some one taking French leave, en?" muttered Ray. “And in a rus’ to get back his hour of hookey? ‘That's caught. Prexy said he'd ex- pal the next—' wonder who {t wae? broke in Dale. “Why, Noble, of course," answered uredly a though he could oy in question. ‘Jahany |] without assistance. | | weekly awards. the following week. cause the marks show he's lame?" jasked Dale. "That proves nothing | After yesterday's ‘hike’ there are at Hoast a dozen of the fellows more or jless lame from those new tight boots |they've made us wear yoter and |Orrin and Flagg and Walt Stevens and—" “But how many of the lame chaps are five feet seven inches tall and weigh about a’hun nd have a bad habit at all the jar! master e?" de- |manded Max Clark, Noble! Fatty Noble!’ exclaimed Copyright, 1011, by The Pros WHY, The LITTLE Minx! MLL FIX HER ft TLL CWAKGE HER (HTO 1 Hearo A LITTLE DOH'T BELieveE IT MADE HER VERY, RN 0. “That fite him to a ‘T.’ But K at the marks again, Measure the length of the stride. Then look how deep the pressure {n the dust 1s, com= ed with your own, After the way I've told you how to size up @ man's hoight and weight from his footmarks, that ought to help you. As for the toeing in—l¥ there another fellow tn the whole Academy, besides Noble, who could run with his toes as far turned in as that without falling over his own feet?” “It's as simple as daylight" Ray. erted assented Max— “All scouting vhen you know ho} '3o Fatty Noble sneaked out of bounds nd went to the village for something, }and then ran back at full speed?” com= mented Bob. “kow will he get in, do you suppose?" / “I'm more tnterested in why he went down there,” said Ray. “I overh Prexy say last week that he had mi two or three pieces of silver off his o aldeboard, He wondered if one of the servants had taken them, and he was talking of having a@ detective sent for. Old Ialin, down at the Prospect House, has a name for handling more valuable: than he buys over the counter, I saw Noble sneaking out of Izlin's place the other day and he looked as guilty and PRIZES FOR BOY SCOUT ESSAYS To develop talent for writing and to encourage young people to look for the lessons in patriotism, manliness and resourcefulness taught by the Boy Scouts, the EVENING WORLD will award weekly a series of valuable prizes for the best ¢ by any school pupil on the subject of the six preceding instalments of this story. Read each week's instalments; then write the impressions you have gathered from them, The only condition attached to this contest is that the teacher or parent of each competitor is asked to write, at the bottom of the essay, a line to the effect that it is original and was written Penmanship, punctuation, spelling and composition will be considered in making the Essays based on the first week's instalment should reach this office during Address ‘BOY SCOUT EDITOR, EVENING WORLD.” Ten gold watches and ten silver watches will be awarded each week. ashamed as @ cat stealing its frst canary." “Noble's been having a whole raft of spending money lately,” supplemented Dale. “You know he's always been broke, Hix father allows him almost no cash In spite of all the fl {vilian clothes he sports. Yet I saw hun give out a ten-dollar bil when he was buy ing some things down at the store yess terday, And he had other bitis tke tt n hin pocket. It looks usrly They were drawing near the gates of the Hudson River Milltary Academy, @ School that stood second only to West our Point for rigid diseipline. At this Fables of Ophelia; or, Wunst Upon a Time Publishing Oo. (The New York World) ae a ecees OH WELL ANTHOW— \ Don’ HAVE To come mY Har AND Go TO ScHooL! —- ii So SHe CHANGED The GIRL INTO A GAASSHOPPER ~— ays (not over 250 words long) written RDON PARKER O PBOODOODODEDOGODDODDIDODOGDIGOH SD GAG OOO GHOGODGHHE the big main bullding was generally silent and dark. Tonight {t biased with Itghte and a hum of exctted volces reached the ears of the three boy The trio broke Into a run and @ mo- ment later they were at the gates. The Wide portals swung open and unguarded, although at night they were usually not only barred but guarded by @ schoolboy ntinel “What's up? demanded Ray of a Ittle okt liveried gatekeeper who was fussing about the entrance. “Te ite fire or’— ‘a worse,” snapped the gatekeeper. “Look at any face, will you?" one of whe © eyes a half ring of pur- » was ning to form ‘Shame! erled Hob, in mock s¢ eumity. “Fighting again! And at your age! It's @ horrible example to set us young fellow: “Fighting senile fury. “Me? J ne’ fight In all my whole Ii Don’t squirm out of {t,"* soothed Ra: with apparent effort at condolence.“ fair fight is no disgrace, If you don't tackle @ chap smaller than yourself. And I don't believe there's a man in New York State smaller than you ar you're on the sife What's be mo of the fellow you fought? Is he In the hospital? And is all this com- no) the Academy Just ‘ause you got black eye? T suppose, for a broken nose, they'd have rang the alarm bell and t abled for the militia. ‘Tho little old man din impotent | fury att rfectly grave faces of Ns | oF atin, two tormentors. | “What ts matter?” asked Max kK, speaking for the first time ‘The taciturn young Westerner hi air of authority when he chose to exert {And now It aerved to ¢ t the Katekeeper'a w n two others and to end thelr f him. this “Pen 1 It was little man, way.” explained the Bye Blage Litre yelled the gatekeeper tn er Was in @ ! | {nutes ago there waslthe geal massively set. You'd MEvER The ME FoR A GApsshoPPEeR, Mrous You ? AHD CHANGED “The GRAs Inf We LITTLE GIRL— Ano To THis Day Novory Knows iT! | the International boundary ARomanceof Three School- fellows Who Went to the Front in the Civil War. A ring at the Visttora’ Bell. I answered it. ‘The hallway was dark, I opened the door and some one acuttled In past me without a word, It was one of the boys. I could tell that by hie uniform in the one glimpse T got of him tn the starlight. But he held his cap over Ns face. “One of the fellows? At the Visitors’ Pntrance?” ust that, Some one that had ‘allppad bounds’ and didn't dare try to come in by the main gate for fear of the guard spotting him, he camo around to the Visitors’ B know- | ing the hall there ts dark 4 0 and thinking he could get fn 1 made a grab at him and het me in eye with his I could ble to my he had run down the hall fn the dark and got to the dormitories." “Did you recognize him “Never a bit did I. Lt was too But he was tn uniform. He t sround his shoul- en guess at hin It 1 could got overcoat slung I ders so T couldn't from hix figure. hands on tho young” “Te that what cau ment? asked Ray, all the exatte- “It sure is. 1 got up and hurried off to tell the Premident, Me had the h order given and he's marshalling boys In the Assembly Room for the all ome on." said Bob Dale to the oth- “It ought to be Interesting.” ay came at once. Hrenently Max ark, who had studying th rthen pathway lead up from the ain road, Joined them, ust as I thought,” he whispered as the three walked together toward the assembly room, ‘Johnny Noble. His prints are the Jast on the path. And lead stratant up to the door.” t wan a clever trick for gattt without being caught, But wh to hit a poor old man Nke Tam afraid,” drawled Max, “that we shatl have to Ket rid of Noble.’ I've been brought up among red men whose worst sin 49 scalping an enemy. I don't care to be “Now, then,” sald Max, ati 4 the wriggling Noble rma while Hob Dale shut the door them, "We're going to have « quiet Mt- tle talk.” . ainat a © mean by this?’ sputtered abl “Hasi: ‘We're not going to Rage you," ealg Max We want to tell @id this evening. That te ‘— “What I did this evening?” echoed Noble, giibly, though his fat face stew pa “t 1 In my room, sttidied to-morrow's lessons, wrote a ‘letter to my mother and got into bed at % “You sneaked right after supper,” calmly contrad Mux, “carried socne- thing you'd stolen down to Txtin at the Vrospect House, got the cash for i ame back h few minutes ago, got in by (he visitor's entrance and were halt undressed when the ‘hurry eall’, e's plump legs gave way under J he collapsed into a chair, 1 spled on me! he panted. “y . With those Infernal Indian | scout tricks of yours—vou spled on me!* | So great in the school was the repue tation of Max Clark's ecouting lore that no on sole ® to the boys toe JS wondrous ¢ nchiove, And ghen Noble now heard an expert eecount of ¢ various ni he a be had been aid not doubt the w inixerable story was actually knows » certain wan he of this that he did not even npt to dis or to bragen fair out “What—what are you going to do? he ed, "For heaven's sale don't give me away. T= needed the me Keep quiet about this and Mt divide it with you." Max Clark checked an tm wart movement from Ray, ewored “We aren't the sort that tell. had a spark of manhood that, tf you you'd know And you'd know we don't gol out fingers with etolen money, elther. “What—what you want, then? whimpared Noble. ‘To hold it over and make me do your lessons for yo the same school with @ thie! er ” ” and a person who beats deten TA | cegehts ie ane ekaees comemencetan watel rs. We'll have @ private « alon later with Noble and perauade him | beast. Toll him. Max, and let's get rid to leave the Academy." ‘Thoy reached the Assembly Room just as the doublo line of questioning, half- dreswed boys was forming for the roll call, In the front rank stood Nobie, barefoot and. clad only tn shirt and trousers, He had the air of having just heen awakened from @ aweet sleep, and he biinked dagedly in the bright lyght, In front of the half-dreased ranks stood President Bliss, headmaster of the Academy, and known dlsreapectfully ong the boys as “Prexy. Prexy” scanned the Mnes of young faces before him with a keen intensity that caused more than one perfectly Innocent boy to squirm uncomfortably, But President Bliss had been @ echool- master long enough to know that the confusion of nervous innocence ta often Impossible to tell apart from the cons fuston of gullt. So he paid acant heed to red faces, averted eyes and shifting feet After a careful serv tiny of each puptl, he evidently wave up the task of de- tecting the culprit. Glancing down at the ist in his band he proceeded to call the roll, There were no absentees, Then, without a word of comment or explanation, he ordered the boys back to bed, Wondering, chattering, whisp- ering, they dispersed to thelr dormi- tortes, The “hres Inseparadles" occupied « room adjoining that where Noble and two other boy . As Noble was en- tering tls own doorway Max Clar reached quietly forward, caught th stout youth by the nape of the neck and propelled him {nto the room where Kay Gans and Dale were awaiting them, “We want you," eald Clark, ‘to leave thia school. And to leave tt to-morrow. Do you understand 4 “On, fa that all much relieved. “Yos, We can't have the name emirohed. Amd we don’t want to bring diagrace on your family. So we're letting you go. Your consotence, if you've @ot one ought ¢o torture you worse than @ Sioux war party could. But be away from here, forever, inside of twenty-four hours. Do that and wo pledge ourgelves to keep our mouths shut That's all, Get out!" “J don't ithe the way he looked back at us ap he went,” remarked Max, after Noble had gone. “He's got the true ‘rattlesnake look,’ that meana @ ating when one least expects It. stand watehing” As thé “Three Inseparables'* were finishing @ressing next morning, the jainy page bustied tmto their room. rexy wanta the three of you to come to his private office in @ hurry!" sald the page, excitedly, ‘He's mad- der’n Lever saw hime T guess it means _ trouble for the whole three of you. And “and he sent you thie"? Tle handed Ray a allp of paper, where- on was written in the Prestdent’a hand: “Gans, Clark and Dale will report at ones at my office, on receipt of this, They will hold no cammunteation with any one on the way, and will consider themselves und ft “Under arrest! “What doe 1 think," bls 4s exclaimed Noble, demy*s repe tt mean drawled Max, “it means ‘cleverer than wo thought” (To Be Continued.) Interesting Bits Tulldog Mies » killing bie game along according to County Commissioner Hell ta. Two moom nber camp on the east fork of River, and in his opinion large near al Rapid 1 an | humbers of fine animals have lost their lives. One of ithe novelties of the sea) the portrait rin nts To all appearance the clot {san ordinary algnet ring, with At one aide, By Clare Victor Dwiggins of Information. {s a spring which, when causes the top of the seal to leap back, signet in reality forming, a miniature box. A tiny portralt on eap- ver In colors or monochrome ts them. dle clowed to view, mialoupe train belleved to be the jongest the world has ever seen paased through Tueson, Avis, recently trom ¢hes Imperial Valley. ‘The train conaleted of 130 cars, Was @ mile and @ half in length and contained more than one mil pounds of santaloupes, Ac “>= . | |