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a _— Old + Fairy Tales In New Clothes. By James Alden. 4 XS" Matter.Pop?” MY Copyright, 1012, by The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York World), NCE upon a time thete dwelt ‘8 poor farmer and tis wife in an up-State village who bad 4 THUMB. »- Nttle son and were quite happy for many years. Finally it evident the son was never to Jattain man's full growth, but would al- 7a ewe Woy) of the fittlest Runts ever soared to death by @ red-faced 4 ‘might have been disap- mentioned it end q ‘His mother pointed, Out she h he thad turned out to be an donis too tired instead of too small . work. acy ‘so with the little folow’s Father, however. He was sorely disal and did not hesitate to say 60. He hed figured on allowing his son to do two- ‘thirds of the farm work when he got fifteen or eo. ‘omer named him Alexander, but no one ever remembered his name because every one called him “Hop Oo My Thumb." He was really no bigger than ha Ba cider’ your poth as & simile and a beverage. * owner Hop 0’ My Thumb got to be about eighteen years of age he fell Geeply and madly in love with the Squire's daughter. Now, the Squire was some pumpkins in that particular neck ‘of the woods, and his daughter was & Pippin, iWkew a Peacherino, and the hiftiest thing the way of a matri- tonial catch for miles around. Her name was “Daisy,” and she was all of that, with several petals lett ov Daisy had, always considered ‘“Hoppy’ “cutest proposition that ever +toddled about, and, being #80 small, fos O' My Thumb had een more ke a_youngster to be petted by her herr a lover. Poor Hop 0’ My Thumb di not realize this, for he had the heart of @ man in the body of a pyemy. An he foolishly thought the Squire's daughter loved him merely | because she caressed him and kissed him a called him “Pet” and “Dearie. i ‘One day Hop O' My Thumb told hi father he was going to propose to Més: the proverbial plous grandfather uw as the where- ~ Daisy, the Squire's daughter, Tpon this father leaned the hoe wp he pigsty and proceeded to o-yow!!! Har—har—har! Ho repeated this with variations, #0 anor the neighbors catled and asked his wife what drove htm into convulsions. Fiven poor Hop 0’ My Thumb’s mother) when she heard, Hoppy ° to laugh 4ndy on the hill, the Squire's daughter. Little Hop O' My Thumb was sorrow- ful, but held his peace, and a week later falled upon the Squire's daughter propose. But the story dt his declare: Hon tind been too good to keep, amd ‘even the Squire ane his daughter heat laughed. Cet ato when Hop O' My Thumb asked the Squire's daughter for her hand she merely went jnto ich her father, who had been Mr fe foined, Hop 0° My Thumb then lost tia temper, and, seizing a blue and pink @hina vase, smashed it on the Gauaes 4 started to escape. whey wanes, and the Squire picked wp, handed him Faia to Daisy and lered her to spank him. % while amused, did not care to him, but feared to Gisobey her er, fo she placed Hop O' My across her lap and administered ES B Advice t To Gain Her G I had supposed the present general appealing letters T re To arouse a girl’ your means permit, her candy and flow Genuine delight. ge “a. 1." writes: “I am in love with (a girl who goes with another man, but ty hot engaged to him, How may I win her auection Pay her the usual attentions—if she wul tet you. sc, tv." writes: “I am in love with A gixt_ten years older than myself, Dut my Parents object. Will the dis- parity In our ages make us unhappy?" It. te Ukely to do ao. } Ad writes: “I am very much ee cans asia mak gin han etty Vincent's IVEN-e young man very much tn love with @ young woman whom he knows but slightly. Problem—how can he induce her to reciprocate his affections? familiar with the ways and means of courtship. Apparently a a It was too degrading, too’ bitter. tle Hop O' My Thumb's big, honest heart was broken. Realising that it would be all over the village in an hour and that he would hear of noth- ing all his miserable life except how city. ‘arve, because he knew he could not work, but within an hour after he reached the city he Lon signed @ contract with a circus For five long years he travelled with that show, billed as “Gen. Alexander from Yorkshire, England, member of His Majesty's Imperial Horse Guards and the Smallest Man on Barth.” His ipoome was immense and he had amassed quite a fortune. But he refused to wign for another five years, even at double his salery, without a three months’ vacation, because he had planned a few plans and set forth to enjoy them. Being in a etty not many miles from his native village he journeyed over in his big, low-necked touring car with his valet and Hght tan chauffeur, First he called on his parents, embraced his Mother and—did he pay off the mort- gage on the oki place? He did not hurry about it He remarked to his father, “Laughed at me, did you? You big Stiff, for two cents Ii ask my man to wallop you.” Then, after giving poor Father such a teight he took htm tnto his confidence and- together they journeyed over to the Squire's house on the hill. Little Hop O' My Thumb hopped out of his car and In all his splendor of frock coat, stk hat and gold cane, knocked at the front Goor. Daisy, handsome as ever, came to the door. “Will you tell your master I wish to see him?” asked Hop O' My Thumb, putting up a aplendid bluff that he failed to recognize her and thought her the servant. Daisy gasped, blushed, exclaimed, “Why, don't you remember me, Hop— er—Mr, Alexander? I am Dais; “Seems as though I do remember, you know,” replied Hop O' My Thumb non- chalantly. Then he drew forth a wad of yellow-backs that wouki strangulate the Gimplon Pass and paid the mort- age on his father’s place. ‘The Squire kowtowed and told Hop O° My Thumb how he hed always admired him and knew he would make his mark. Daisy smirked and smiled, the villagers and grinned and bowed low and, taken altogether, Hop O' My Thumb was having a splendid time of it. But was a bit unhappy. He had again ‘fallen in love with Daisy, the Squire's handsome daughter, yet he feared to propose, remembering his previous experience. Daisy suspected this, and one day she told him she had intended to accept him had not her father, whom she feared, interrupted them. “But I do not fear father now," added Daisy, archly, whereupon happy little ‘Hop O' My Thumb once more proposed and was accepted. ‘That night he sloped with Daisy in his touring car, married her in the big city, got her the biggest and hand. somest Circassian wig money could buy, and he, as “the suvallest man on earth,” his charming bride, as “the Cir- cassian Beauty,” lived happily ever afterward. o Lovers Heart. that young men were instinctively lon ha® Ite doubts, judging from the eceive from would. ewatns. ‘8 intereat, then, show her that she has aroused your interest. Ask permission to call on her, and to take her to the theatre or the moving picture show, as Don’t be footishly extravagant, but buy ers and euch Mttle things as you can afford, Above all, make her feel that her society gives you Don't be too humble, though—but that is another story, gone away on @ business taip, He promised to write to mo and give me hie address, but I have not heard @ word, Shall I write to his parents?” ‘You had much better wait till he writes to you, “G. Is" writes: ‘I have quarrelied with a young lady, but ‘her twin brother ts a good friend of mine. He ts going to have a birthday patty next month, Would it look as tf T wanted to make up with the girl #f T went to the party?” Yes; tf the party is ¢o be at her home, But why mot make up with her? he Kvenin As . i od 1 Dont Gat SCARED AT GUNS. WHEN ANY ONE StlooTs AT ME | Just Butters jw Serse K ND CHEW the hg ust tire THAT | | | orld D ily Magazine, WELL, PAY UF | EVERYBODY'S = DOI et) “Evverybody’s Doing itl” BA (siete) Fe DOING IT— 4UESS TVE dot 10 po't Too! i a Wednesday: May 22771913 i Son C3 By Carmichael By Sophie Irene Loeb. ND now the puttic market meas- A ure is on, $400,000,000 is spent in the markets of New York City and 96,000,000,000 1a produced in the farm- ing dtetricts of the country alone an- pually, $1,000,000,000 worth of this 1s wasted for want of good roals for distribu- tion, ‘They want to do away wit the middle and the high cost of living war moves on, But there is another factor—the middle- woman, And she figures very largely in the reduction Speaking Esra Tuttle, Investigating TET ZORS/ scheme. of the housewives, Mr. representing ‘the State Committee, says: “I would suggest that delivery of supoties from the publice markets.be charged for, It is not fair to make the painstaking wife pay for the delivery Of another's supplics,”” And there vou have one of the secrets for the reductiun of the high cast of living. How MANY housekeopers in the ity go to market? How many KNOW the price per pound af the steak or the veal or the soup meat or the butter that is consumed? : They say we are an extravagant na- tion, There is one reason, Tho hou wives of France and Germany and many other sister countries have these costs at their finger tips and the econ- omic side of the situation even in the femtiies of affluence is SO WELL stud- fed that waste is practically unknown, ‘The elimination of waste !s the thing and the good old ‘waste not—want not” tM works out in the every day of the tegt moving twentieth century era. We cry aloud at the high cost af liv- ‘me and hope to alleviate it by various changes in HANDLING products. Tho Girect-producer-to-conmumer principles have been a long fought battle and will no doubt bring about much that ‘s sought, But until they are in effect a |Mttle ATTENTION now trifling ways 1s better than CONTE TION of the big matters in the adjust- of immediate needs. many a household the probiom of tg cost of ving would arrive a When the Housewife Does Her Marketing Copyright, 1912, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), man, | in seemingly | nearer to solution if milady knew the cost of this, that and the other and went to the purchase thereof at least often enough to be in close touch with it. Lack of knowledge almost uncon- sclously produces waste, And you have an example. to the East Side markets. It ts an edu. cation, There you wif find the moat jdeligntful fresh products of the out- jtying farm districts, ‘And the cost MUST of necessity come within the Means of the papulace of that vicinity. The woman of the home, there, in the majority of cases DEALS DIRECTLY with the man who sells, She does not send for or accept that which she has not bought, she 1s fully cogni@nt of its value, and the buyer fs as alert as the seller. There are 12,000 push carts in New York City. And among these, where economy ts practised, it is remarkable what prod. uce may be purchased from some of theso venders who buy closely to sell accordingly. Go that even with all the middie men in the fleld, until things are adjusted the public market or the personal at- tention to the buying process is a boon in the home where the need toward this end is RivlOGNIZED, Go down Ry The Folks That ‘Write UGHNE JEPSON has named his new houseboat after his newest heroine, Pollyooly. As an Englishman, he Is to ertcket what an American “tan” is to baseball, ars. Wuison Woodrow woke up one thorning with the name ‘Sally Salt” sounding to her mented ear, and wrote & book to fit it. Louls Joseph Vance, of “Brass Bow1” fame, loathes writing, and hid favorite recreations are smoking an old pipe and lying in bed, ‘Will Levington Comfort carried newapapers while a High School boy in Detroit. Then he became a reporter, EB. Phillips Oppenheim waa shooting quati among the pyramids when spring came along. Corra Harris bas respect for the sin- core Suffragist, but says, “I want first to be left to my pen, my prayers and my knitting. I am in a path beside the roadiide of Iife—an observer, but with all friendliness to those who pass by.” Frederic Arnold Kummer lives tn the ’ old house, just outside af Baltimores | where hiv grandfather and his great- grandmother died, Payne Erskine, author of ‘The Mfoun- tain Girl,’ is really Mrs, Emma Pagne dies from them? Dlood circulate faster. | Balt will not evaporate carbon, curve outward, A POCKET VCLOP 101, Why is the sea often luminous on summer nights? 102, Why does dampness make wood decay? 108, Why do the sunset clouds turn red last of all before the light Ss EA WN 104. Why does water expand when tt freeses? 105, Why can a fat man swim more easily than a thi , are the answers to last Monday’s questions: %, (When a man 1s partly drowned why 4s life restored by rub- bing?)—Fricon restores the latent heat of the ®ody and makes the 1. (Why does a silver dish tarntsh more readily than silver bullion?) —An alloy {s used to make such vessels harder and more la: oxidizes more quickly than does the pur | 98. (Since most rain water ts evaporated from @he sea, why !9 {t not saltt)— When sea water rises in vapor its salt is left behind, %, (Why 18 @ charcoal! fire hotter than @ wood fire?)—Charooal is almost pure Wood ts partially carbon. As the carbon in fuel causes Qeat, the purer the carbon the more intense the heat Will be, 100, (Why do plants kept in @ window grow toward the Mght?)—The aide fur- theat from the light grows fester thas \does the other and thus makes the plant ‘This alloy 2 silver, | Our Books Erskine. Once af Racine, Wis, “she lives now in North Carolina, where her storys 1s placed, Kate Douglas Wiggin is in London, after @ season in Scotland and Ireland, Margaret Deland has an every-apring sale of jonquils for charity in Bo She 1s @ dear lover of flowers, ss Meredith Nicholeon, author of A Hoosier Chronicte," belongs to the he says, who was derived from the South. The Mereditns were of Virginia and the Nicholso: the long trail westward an Nee Carona, Meredith Nicholson's father ‘wae an artillery oMfcer in the Union army, but others of hie’ family were on the Southern #ide. Anne Dougtas “Tante," studied painting at with the intention of making ( yrter| |work, tut the story-telling inatinet Proved stronger than the artistic, Her first stories were told to her sisters, Don Marquis, the author of “Danny's Own Story,” says he has solved Problem of keeping his umbretia, jfeave it every morning by one of the Dig sted pillars of the Brookdy Bridge," he says. “When I an ‘work in Now York at mght and go to take the oar for Brooklyn {t {s always there, ‘A miliion or two people have passed 11 |by, probably; there hasn't been an hour jaf the day when there were not at lenat several thousand within reach of { it, | But tt has never been stolen, It but elther everybody t# In too big a hurry or each one thinks the umbrella tng by tt.” ——_._ __ An Odd Clock. A to the time clock at the Ham- burg Observatory, by which the telephone ayetem of the city. From the fitty-fitth to the sixtieth aecond of each cal signal, which is followed by a phon- ographic announcement of the exact jsectal wire to the headquarters of th telephone system, and thence to ea jm't that New York 1s more honest, belongs to some of the hundreds stand. MECHANTAM has been attached exact official time t# transmitted to the minute the apparatus transmits a must minute. The signals transmitted by ltocal exchange. Any telephone sub hag only to ask for the time connection at his exchange, and to listen for the phonographic announcement. ‘This t# an improvement upon the American method by which time signals are transmitted by telegraph only once @ day, ¥ wf] don't you?” train of Hooster—"the reat| author of scriber who wishes to get the exact time | ‘By C. M. Payne. }' By Barton W. Currie Based on the Successful Farce of the Same Title (Copyright, 1912, by H. K. Fir On SYNOPSIS CHAPTER XIill. (Contioned) Travis Gladwin Gete a Thrill. HAT Mr, Gladwin did you 6 want?" asked thet young ‘man incoherently. “Why, Mr. Travers Gladwin!” exclaimed the irl indignantly, the color mantiing to her forehead, “Ie there more than one?" 4 ‘Well—er—that fo," the young man turned desperately to his friend, “do you know Mr. Gladwin? ‘Do T know him?’ erted Helen Bur- ton, and then, with @ hysterical ifttie laugh as she turned to her cousin, “t should think 1 414 know him, I know him very, very well. “You don’t suppose,” she said, drew- ‘ng herself to the ful height of her graceful figure, “that 1 would come here to wee Traverse Gladwin if I didn’t know ‘him, do you." “No, no, no—of course not!" sputtered the young man, “Tt was stupid of me to as® euch a question. Please forgive me. I—er"— Helen turned from him as (f ¢o speak to Sadie, who sat with erect primness suffering from whet ehe sensed as a strange and overpowering stroke. ie had permitied herself to look straight into the eyes of Whitney Barnes and hold the look ¢or @ long, patpitating second, ‘While Sadie wee groping in her mind for some explanation of the strange thrim, Whitney Barnes had flung him- self headlong into a new sensation end was determined to make the mom of {t, #0 when Travers Gladwin turned to him and asked: “I rather think Gladwin's gone out, Barnes nodded and an- swered positively: ‘le was here only « few minutes ago. ‘This reply drew Helen's attention im- mediately to Barnes and taking @ step forward she eaid eagerty: “Oh, I hope he'a here. You see, t's awfully important—what I want to see him_ about." ‘Whitney Barnes nodded with extracr- démary animation and turning to Glad- win impaled that young man with the ery: why don't you find out tf he’s in?” While Gladwin had come up for atr he was ati! partially drowned. Turning to Helen Burton he forced an agreeable smile and said hurriedly: “Yen, if you'll excuse me a moment Vil seo, but may I give him your name?" It was Helen’e turn to recom and step- ping to where Gedie had at tast got upon her feet she whispered: “Shall 1 tell him? They both act eo strangely.” “Oh, no, Helen, dear,” futtered Bate. “Tt may be geome awful trap or some- thing. ‘While this - concla' wes ong on Travers Gladwin mede @ fran- fe signal to Whitney Barnes behind his | back and mumbled: “Try and find out what {t's all about?” +1 wilt-deave that to me,” said Barnes confidently, ‘Leaving hor cousin's ide, Helen again confronted thé two young men and said tremulouslys “Id rather not give my neme. I know that sounds of4, but for certain rea- sond!— “Oh, of course, 1f you'd rather not,” answered (a@win, “Tf you witt just say,” Helen ran on breathlessly, “that I had to come early to tell him something—something about to-night—he'l understand and know who T am.” “Certainly, centainty,"" att the dat- fled young millionaire, “Say that you want to see him about something that's going to happen to-night" —— “Yes, if you'll be so kind," and Heten gave the young man a amile that fur fished bim the thrill he had hunted for Jail over the wlobe, with a margin to boot | "S1'it be right pack," he gaaped, spun on his heed and passed dizsity out into the hallway. CHAPTER XIV. Thrill Begets Thrill. LADWIN'S exit fromthe room served ag a signal for the agile-witted Barnes te strike while the fron was hot. His friend had hardly van- {shed through the portieres ‘when he turned to Helen with an alr of easy gonfidence, looking frankly into her ¢: and sald “Ive singular that my friend doesn't ‘know what you referred to-the object OF PRECEDING CHAP: Eas, Yor’ vuilionaire, ‘8 copy With a snowing ane, NOMded he edt Bia. 4.) Ea asked Helen cageriy, ‘Whithey's emile increased im ite quality of kno’ ‘and he Criming 4B indection that wee aus owen gore naee in 9, concding while hum over his in wag ing trom view—"is Travers most intimate friend,’ he dsto i “Oh, “they e sical on cr en affairs, 0. Never have ‘any secrete trom yes," ran om the glib Baraes, hel ums—love each one of these Casior ni mre other and all that sort of thing.” Gielen dropped back into chaie and her brow wrinkled with he ‘That's curious,” she said. think Travers ever spoke to thas kind of friend." © idea was just burgeoning in her mind to ask for the friend's name Berne teccaaa eee tame en now that singular. you sure that— » are The sudden brisk return Giadwin saved Barnes of Travers media oo from excruciating tax upon his tn- we he let you im,” Olunted Glad. in, p don’t mean the Japanese.” ‘You mean the butler, perhape,” Glad- wien," Hele seoehganiliae es,” answered ‘Travers Giadwin ¢oft it was time fer Barnes to take a hand again, as mental airship was bucking dedly the invisible m currents, “Ia Gladwin's butler here? he te- qu 5 ly. not here,” te Helen. erled the ex- jelen, is het Gladwin asked wre Barnes ) went down for the one but bbed up q “Where te he?” he said with 0 see k chalant geetui “Oh, hee giving @ lecture on butling.” The bewildered Miss Burton 414 not eatoh the text of this explanation, Br hor inereasing agitation sl G dands in her muff and almost sobbed: ; “I'm gure I don't know what to do, I simply must get word to him some- how, It’s awfully important.” Whitney Barnes saw the trembling Mp and the dampening eye and strove to avert catastrophe that would probably double the difficulty of prob- ing into the mystery, Turning to Gladwin, but half directing his re- at he : Just deen ng the ladies ru and Travers are bosom pals.” ers Gladwin: flashed one look zement and then caught on, yes," he cried, “we are very close to each other—I couldn't begin to tell you how clo “And @ also hinted,” pursued Barnes, that you never have any se- crete from each other, and that I felt sare that you knew all about—all about—a—a—-er—to-nigh “Oh, of cours assented Gladwin, beginning to warm up to his part and feel the rich thrill of the mystery in- volved. ‘Yes, ye®—of coursq—he's told me all about to-night." “Has het gasped Helen, looking into the young man's brown eyes for cou. fiomation, feeling that ghe liked the but uncertain that she read the rmatton, ‘Yes, everything,” Med Gladwin, now glowing with enthusiasm, All this while the shy and silent Sadie had remained Gemurely in ther ehatr looking mrgn one to the other an@ vainly chjoring 10 catch the Grit of . the conversation, Then came the gute prise. (To Be Continued.) prompt! m sorry, but he te Gladwin communica: “Well, where is he?" t Tray iH aitei so} et Sa “ee ety aS