The evening world. Newspaper, March 7, 1912, Page 17

Cheer Up, Cuthbert! By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 191 Prem Publishing Co, Phi World. ASTE may Make Waste—but the Hasteners can Afford that! When you are ready to way ‘What's the Dif- ference?” there ISN'T any! When we let Other Folks do our Thinking for us we've no Right to Squeak about Inferior Goods! - LEN very Time Somebody “Lets us In on the Ground Teoor’ of “A Good Thing" we're Glad te Get Out with a Whole Pelt through the Coal Hole! Take a Chance, yes but Don't Give yourself Worse than Even Money! You can Survive bé when you're Canned 1! @ Panned, but all over! Gtart from Scratch—don't Squeal for a “Shade!” Anybody can Laugh when the Load ts Latted, but Few when It is Fastened On! ‘The Trouble about that Fighting-and- Running-Away Thing is that on the Next Day we're Liable to Conclude that Enough 1s Sufficiency! ‘We've seen a Tot of Promising Zigs simmer down to mere Crustaceans be- cause they Adopted the Fool Maxim that ‘The Dasiest Way Out fs the Best!" Tou can't be Frisked of your Fighting Clothes! You can Always Tell a Bush Leaguer “v7 the Excuses he Makes! . » Goesn't Mind your Hating him—but he'd Hate to have you Overhaul him! ‘The Man who can Compromise with Donselence hasn't eny! 38 te Bo QHuch Waser to Behave NOW \ (2 will be, !f we DON’T, to Begin { \! Over Again! ‘ve Got you Going, you won't BS Pull up with a HOT Atr | ty-five bird reser. Odd Bits. Playing cards when first intro- duced into Eng- land were looked upon purely as a holiday pastime, Woolless sheep are one of the pecullarities of the Congo country, New South Wal gold production for 1911 was 215,274 ounces, worth $,- 700,000, Tho Federal Gov. ernment owns fit- vations in differ. ent parts of the United States, The United States produced Is ‘ear $20,000,000, - 00) worth of man- uf 8, of which $1,000,000,000 worth were exported. — Christmas = I+. and, in the Pacific Ocean, {ts so named Decause Capt. Cook landed there on Christ- mas Day, 1777. Farm lend tn this country, ex- clusive of butld. ings, more than in value Detween the y. 1900 and 1910, ain was 117.4 per cent. Plans are again being discussed to make Paris a port and possibly the @reatest in rope, The idea to connect the Frenoh capital with the Atlantic Ocean by means of a ship canal to Rouen. LurTLe. NEL. Many darbers tn Egypt are Govern- ment servants, Ac- cording to an edict issued by Ibrahim Pasha in 1848, vil- Jago barbers wero ordered to examine all dead bodies and register the neces- characters. She was and angelic purity of character. aary particulars, gambling impoverished them both. (opyeighi, 1911, by J. B. Lippincott Co.) GINOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, has murdered le tn Ip te a ‘at the ranch in tee thieves.” Hetwreen. isn "and rings up en open Matred. This is in- Ralaton's part when he scea Smith ca too’ proil to. ask Smith and 1 Ralayon wine ‘the “ra tee “ie the best horton of the CHAPTER XIII. (Continued,) Susie’s Indian Blood. rses do you aim to Smith to Suale “Re servation horses. Say, the way I can burn! thelr brands and fan 'em over the line won't trow T'll come back with a wad—me, Smith—ana rn! whack up even, What do » a “What for a h A smile of tri corners “You sath: @ coulee, that's “What do you “Nobody'd think gay you runnin’ } always do! 'Tve picked It. located my plant; fong ago. I've found the best spot in plant." n’ to sell?" smith eyed he: rutadle face sus: ously. route askin’ lots of questions, girl, 1 tips my hand too fur to no petticoat, | You trusts me or you don't. Will you} come in? “AN right," said Susie after a silence; "PN come in—'just for the hell of tt!" “hake @he looked at his extended hand and . . | all, Susie was fittle more than @ child, into O00 000000000 000000000 000000000000000 0000000000000 0,0000.0000000000 0000000 O00 OOO O00 000000 OOOO) bys Caroline Lockhart vb ub ut ME- SMITH ODTDOOSG: DBDDDOOHOODE wrapped her own in her blanket, iThere's nogcall to shake,” “Is your heart mixed, Sui bays here were singled out, nd black there, pick of the range. @ brown until they had the manded. “Ain't it right toward me?" “We don't want to get more nor you | “It'll be right enough when the time) can cut out alone and handle,” warned | comes," she answered. ; Smith. “We don’t want no sitp-up on The reply did not satisfy Smith, but! the ata: he told himself that, once ahe was com- mitted, he could manage her, for, atter “I don't atm to make no sil, ib. “We've got lookers, we have," declared Smith felt uncommonly pleased with himself for his bold stroke. The new intimacy between Bmith and vy, Suste, the sudden cessation of hostilities, eo a | caused surprise on the ranch, but the! WU, Indtan woman was the only one to ° | tt removed the only obstacle, as she be. | whom ft gave sure, She viewed the altered relations with satistaction, st lieved, to a speedy marriage with Smith, “Didn't I tell you he smart white man? ghe asked complacently of Suste, “Or yes, he's awful smart,” Suste with sarcasm, , more than any one else, was thelr apparent friendship, eved that Susie's antipathy h was as deep as his o 9 wondered what pened to bring | nd complete revit sion of feeling. He was disappointed in her. He felt {that she had weakly gone over to the enemy, and dt shook h!s confidence tn her sturdy e than anything helleved that onesty Frome Pubttehing Oo. | she o ve do} The no person who understood Smith, as fw York Worl {Susie undoubtedly did, Deen’ memories of her confidant of him and be se) friend and visit the night before to Clara Mud- ridge-Smith that had depressed Mra, Jarr, The thoughts of the gilded and liv- eried velvet and onyx elegance wherein her young married friend housed her hyphen when ehe had tt at home tn her ten-room suite in the Highocosta Arms had saddened Mra, Jarr’s sunny nature Coming from tho glaring opulence of this grand Riverside Drive apartment house to the grim ana crowded Harlem flat, with the eas burning dimly en the stairway landings, the musty emell that bit's herd and @ sorrel or two that be. |Shabby gentility gives off where it longed to ‘Yellow Bird. A eouphe of dwells together, the chill ef the halls “ a @ could make a I sometimes he caught Susie's eyes j fixed upon him tn a kind of wistful, | quiring ecrutiny, which left the ‘mpres- sion that something was troubling her, | something that she longed to confide in n@ One upon whom she could rely; his past experience had taught him the futility of attempting to force her confidence, of trying to learn more | than she volunteered, Smith and Susle rode the surround. Ing country and selected horses from vartous bands, ‘Dhree or four bore \Tear Chief's brand, there were a pinto and a black buckskin in Running Rab- Women of Dickens *% (: ITTLE NELL probably 1s one of the best known lender, deli- cate child with a sweet and loving disposition * She lived a very dreary, Jonesome littlo life with her grandfather in the “old curiosity shop.” The old man’s only object in fe was to make Nell rich and happy. He gambled night after night to raise money for this purpose. Instend, his DDDDOHHHHO®DHG®®GDHOHGODHHIDHDSDHGHOGOHOOGOHOHGHODGIIHOS Coren, 1018, THE MARCHIONESS. HE MARCHIONESS was a small, underfed serv- ant in the employ of Sampsop Brass. It was Diok Swiveller who gave her this title while H teaching her to play cribbage, a game she are quickly, being naturally sharp-witted and cun- ning. She was a sly little eavesdropper, too. Still, she was not unkind or mean, and had her own good little traits. She very willingly nursed Dick through an filness and finally married him, ugithity.) 34 By Eleanor Schorer LITTLE DORRIT: ITTLE DORRIT was the youngest daughter of William Dorrit, whose misfortune it was to be thrown into the debtors’ prison. © In this unpleasant abo@e the child was a great comfort to him and to the other prisoners as well. She would make daily pilgrimages to the grim jail, carrying baskets of goodies to the unhappy inmatos, who loved her and named her “the angel of the prieon.” ELEANOR SCHORER. Gleanings. The optum traf. @o from India nto China is to &e de- creased gradually until 1917, when it fill coase entirely. France has four Classes of roads. They are, respec- tively, Atty, forty, thirty-three and twenty-five feet Betty Vincent’s Advice Fond of Theatres. bi | TT," writes: “I in love with e. . “girl, but she ts atways wanting to go to the theatre! De you think che would . wide. witer Yes, if che & eax! willing to work as A clipping for- well as play. warded by Conau!- i a Genera! Thomas “EB. XK." ‘writes: Gammons of Yok >- “Two yeare age £ hama etates that was cofused Oy a the completion of girl, out I etl the Togo and Oya. love her. Recently art Fushun colllery in- ereaeed the daily output to 3,600 tons, ‘with the prospect of its reaching 6,000 tons in a short time, think I might regain her affection?” I advise you to try. op, 3." writes: Tam in love with « young man who {e all the time breafiing the appointments he makes with me. How ehail I induce him to act differ oe perousalon, does no good, I cugeett that you try disappointing him a éew times. “T. Fo" : ‘What would be an appropriate and inexpensive birthday gift for my eweetheart?” Etther flowers or candy. Parents’ Objections. fo longer be called “servants,” but “employees, The employer must feed the servant Properly, and the servant forbid- den to chatter or gossip to other servants about the private affairs of my parents think me too young to mnrry the man I love. He suggests an elopement. What do you advise me to do?’ ‘Walt till you are twenty-one end then marry oF not as you choose, the family. It te not tated how) up ac writes; “I have been given thia provision ehall| dcxets cor a large ball. Would tt Ge be enforced. proper to ask @ gentleman whom I have known two years to accompany mer” Certainty. “©. V." writes: “When a young man leaves @ girl, after taking her heme from a dance, what is the proper thing to say? She should thank him for her pleas ant evening, “U. W." writes: “My parents eject to my being in love with a ofrl 1 am nineteen and sho is a year younger. Would it be better to be friends fa- toad of aweethearts?’ It would do no harm, and whea are of age you can decide you wish to be engaged and married, (dea of printing books on thin Gheets of nickel, cheaper, tough and more fiexible than paper. He mays that by his method he can produce the nickel sheets at $1 a pound and that they would pring as well as paper and be practical, indestructible. The Biggest Cowboy Story| Since ‘The Virginian.” est at a forced sale. when I meet up with tt, “And them chunky ones go off) couldn't find I know afin me~ | Lan “But where you gotn’ to cache ‘em?’ insisted Busie, “Girl, I ain't been ridin’ for my health, canyon where a regiment of soldiers get-away." think of lookin’ for it. this range | Smith chuckled, Pesal ily service retreated most ignominously in cold weather, to return and bake the alr and cook the amelis in milder winter | hundred head of horses d over there in the Bad A apring breakin’ out where a man dyin’ of thirst would never We're ail right You're a head-worker, and so am I." “We'll set some of T'll show you @ biind|these Injuns afoot, and make a clean Mrs. Jarr Is Instructed in YOO, mith was more than satisfied with the sest with which Suste now entered Into the plot, and the shrewdness which she showed in planning details that he nimaelf had overlooked. “You work along with me, kid, and ‘ll make a dead-game one out of you!" 1 declared with enthusiasm. “When we mako a stake, wel go to Billings oe t ive one OODHDOHOOHODSOOOHs “When the right time comes I'll know 1t," Smith went on. wakes up some mornin’ with « feelin’ See ae to get action on, I a peltee of me anywaye strong. Go certain things on certain deys, I hates @ ohiily day I wante to dole up, and I fecla mean enough to dite myself. sun chines, it thawe me; it draws the frost out of 2, heart, like I hates to let ehybetye | when the oun shines. jee to erie out on @ rock DDHODDHEDDSGOOQOSHOHHICEDHOOOOS: 0 on this flower-pickin’ spree, am@ be ‘at the mouth of the canyon in time te hold the first bunch of horses yeu bring in. They're pretty muoh eeat. tered, you know. What for an ona you goin’ to wear? You don't want mo Mappin’ skirts to advertise you.” Buale answered gurtly: T got some sense,” “You're @ nasny side-kicker,” he ob @erved goodhumoredly, Susie had disappeared when @he Schoolmarm came out with her basket and knife, to start, end’ Smith gave some plausible exouse fer her change of plan. wald Buasle dryly. “When I it feelin’ —if it takes T has to worse nor anything. But when the Uke @ Meer, and I fects kind. I'm|_ “She told me to go in her plaeg” th A t f Not Bein Lonel curous that way, about sun, me—|*ald Smith eagerly, “and I knew @ e rt o g smith” gulch where there's a barrel of Mormon lilies, and rock-roses, ee a . rem lar carpet of these here durn iittle ehh irhhhbh heb rrickebicirt XIV. pee flowers that look so nice and smell from which the stingy steam-heating “How'd you like to Hve in the lone Dusenberry, “and to some of us it will sine eet an ee same winter time in a farmin' country? be rest and peace at last." The Slayer of Mastodons. |* ore "iiiened, and, Woking at htm The men fallin’ to sleep after eupper,) “But my poor children!" edbbed Mrs ‘and Susie had planned to| Noticed, as she often had defore, the! but the woman's got to wash up @ stack | Jarr, Dotanise one fine Saturday | Wonderful vividness with which bis§ clean up the kitchen, | “Now, there, dearte, just have a good Morais, and Susie, dressed | Varying moods were reflected in fee / weather, hed struck sorrow and a eense |of greasy dis! of rankling pain to Mra, Jair, She had set the buckwheat for breakfust, Kivver ory and don't think of them things!" tramp in the hills, was face, completely altering his expression. , felt not that she was coming home, but|the fire, gut out the cat, wind up the] ‘You'll eee I'm buried in my brown playing with & pup in ¢ PR tym 2 vad bia aoe Bes that she was going slumming. clock and then go to bed too tired to|dress? asked Mire, Jarr, ohokingly. yard, waiting for Dora, wh yy pirits of you 36 These cetatacet (raid aie) And leet “Brown was always becoming to me. |#he saw @mith eoming toward her with shecated | eleernets ia | seen mee #0, when old Mrs, Dusenderry, the indy| “Oh, I guess @ woman in the olty—|Don't let Mr. Jarre people come and jee, Ste Se ee ee seemed to radiate exuberant good- from Indiana, dropped in to call, she|that 1s, a poor women--has as much | have me buried in @ shroud, I hate activity. humor, ven his voice was different work and even more worry, Jarr dolefully. found Mrs, Jarr suffering from what persona with money would pay their vous prostration, sompllesion with mel-|What does she worry about ancholta, strike—the men will chop wood for her. ‘Why, whatevor’e the matter with |There'a plenty to eat, and nobody ehe you, dearie?" asked the old lady. knows around her is any better off than ‘I'm not feeling well.’ the fa!" “You got the hyp, that's wh matter with you. It's the hyp, nosed the old lady from Indiana. “There's nothing the matter with my hip," said Mra, Jarr shortly, diag- we air,” eaid the old lady. “Law blecs you I'm talking about the|I hadn't.” hypochondria"” said Mrs Dusenberry, “Why don't you put on your shawl and bunnit and go out with me and e00| source of her low them moving picters, which 1s wonder- | herseif), ful, surprisin’ and cheap, and takes yer | die!" mind off yer troubles? aid Mre, | “At least the high cost phystctans to olassify as incipient ner- |of living doesn’t bother a farmer's wife. &@ coal then "It used to fill me with un-Christian feelin’s toward all mankind because Hannah Larebes, on the next farm, had a hired gal and ‘Bomebuddy's allers better of “Oh, 1 don't envy anybody!’ orled Mrs, Jare (for ghe wae hiding the real epirite even trom ‘Dut I just know I'm going to “We all got to dia,” said olf Mra,’ of poverty. shrouds! And I want my jewelry, It {en't worth much, but I don't want my | husband's people to be Aghting over it with Mr. Jarra second wife.” “Dearie, I know jest how you feel @bout them things,” eaid old Mre, Du- senberry. too old fer you to be suspicious of me; but every time I was sick abed th ‘Widder Hankineon used to come purrin’ @round with arrer root puddin's—one thought fer me and two fer Gabel” ‘Thank you, deat Mre. Dusenberry,” oively. proceh, of strength. you close." "Thie te the day for it,” he said de- ‘1 had that notorious feel'n’ | take holt of me when I got awake. | How's your heart, girit’ It had given a thump at Smith's a: and Buste’s tawny ekin hud Poulet under ite tan, “Thank goodness, dearte, Den | Pel ‘she gave the suggestive Indian sign "Good!" he nodded. strong heart for oe ridin’ Go to-day; but I'm not a you can't do it, kid, for I've watehed and his laugh was less hard, Ag he walked away with the Schoolmarm’s basket swinging on his arm he was for the time what he should have been al- ways. He had long since made ample spology to Dore for his offerte and there had been no further outbreak bat by way of Fr! from him of which to complain, The day's work was cut out m4 Ralston also, when he saw Yell and another Indian ride a leading @ packhorse, and learned P Ling thet they had gone to buteher. ‘They started off o' in oe Girection in ‘raion. the 3 “Youn need é "ve Toreyint that aid Mre, Jarr, blowing her nose. “Did| “Guess I nd Ryd @ fiyin’ squirrel | cat tle ranged; with the intention, you way you'd like to go eee the mov. |if I had 00,” @uste replied shortly, “but toa, supposed, of cireling and ing pictures?” Teacher wanted me 10 go with her to | cet on the Bar C . He Set flowers. Ghe Goem't like ¢o go/that by keeping well to the draws And a half hour later the stirring | pions,” ‘be could remain qoenes of "The Cowboy's Bride” had! ‘phere's no call gor her to go alon end yet them ia Dantshed envy, sorrow and the stings TM go ih Ber, Tt'e no use ore _ We plant before afternoon, I'll (To Continued.) make a goed .