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etrn Wy “CCID: The Bab By the Rev. Thomas B. Gregory y's Smile Copytaht. 1618, by The Prene Publishing Oo, (The New York Orening Worl) id in my part of the town there Hives the Prettiest baby, it seems to me, that | ever jaid eyes on. - In @ way, all babies are pretty, but this particular baby fe a} ‘dream,” the loveliest little human rosebud “hat I have seen in many @ day, Running across the little thing the othe, day (it is only some three | @onths old, #0 1 was told), I begged the privilege of taking it In my arms. T had scarcely gpt the tiny Miss so arranged that I could look into her face, when the black eyes suddenly ligated up, and there passed over the Plump little faco the sweetest smile that mortal ever beheld. 1 said to myself, hearty smile, an “im which there was no guile, In that baby’ Mtaelf before our eyes; I thought ot shame, where the vice is too black @ee—and there was that baby, The situation was well c: culat that were too deep for tears"y for who could dave helped noting the con- trast between the conditions, 1 was bemoaning and the sweetness and peace of the baby’s smile. And so there came Zn aftermath that the baby’s smile 4, over ther T asked thy baby, as best I was things jn the world; and in some sort of celestial language !t cooed and gooed back At me tae answer that all {s well, that the Satyr and the Lion and the Pear, all that degrades and hurts, will eventually be purified and made gettie—and that a “little child “This ig the smile of God; for is not the Httle ono Gret from God? Is she not absolutely stainless, pure as the snow just fallen from the sky upon the higa mountain top?” ‘There was purity im that baby’s smile, The holiest of the holy might ave looked upon it with unmingled satisfaction and Joy. Im that baby's smile there was aothing Selfish or sinister, It was a est smile, & smile that came straight from the heart tle there was also, if I may say it, the solemnity that brought to my mind a sense of silence like that of death; for as I looked down into the littic dimpled face & felt “Howfawful GOODNESS is!” “My God!" I said to myself, ‘comparéd with this baby’s smile how ‘weary, stale, flat and unprofitable seem t me all the uses of this world.” I thougat of the Sin that pressed dafn with such a great weight of woe upon so many; I thought of the degn&dation Nd the shame too deep for the light to ing through all my sorrowful thinking! genuine, absolutely and unqualifiedly true, and { said to myself, "Clper up! the baby’s smile is stronger than tie insin- cerity, and greed, ghd hate, and sin, and is destined yet to win the victory it is everywhere paradin he purlieus of vice and the dens of ed to create in my mind “thoughts of good cheer and courage, I inew able, what it thought about the ugly shall lead tiem.” Advice t By Betty takes to make a quarrel—ofte can always end it.” A great deal of truth is contained in this axiom. Wheo a difficulty arises be- tween a young man and a young ‘woman who have been good friends the chances are that each of the two fs partly to blame for the quarrel. And as to which should be first to attempt a reconciliation, a wise man ence answered that question by say- fog, “The one who is in the right.” fo if you have quarrelled with some one, be sure, in the first place, that you aro partly at fault. If, how- ever, you think yourself more nearly right than the other party to the dis pute, your conviction is complete dustification for your extending the olive branch. If you are “too proud,” remember that a good friend is worth more than a silly pride. Besides, you probably will find the friend you qvarreted with ready to meet you at Toke {a an old saying, “Two it/the man, as he thinks himself the least half way in making up. i ' B. L.” writes: “I am in love with @ young man, and about a week ago we had a quarrel, in which he was at fault When we meet we speak, but we are not as friendly as before. Task your advice as to what to do, Should he make up first? I know he {9 @ little proud and hates to give in, Bhat 17” “Two it takes to make # quarrel.” Are you sure you are entirely with- out dlame? {f an apology is not due from you as well as from him. Does He Care? “S. M." writes: “I am quite fond of @ young man of my age--nineteen years—who, in turn, I think cares for ©. This young man writes me at Joast one letter a day, often two, and frequently has told me bow much he) cared for me, When I had known dim but a month or less he wrote me letters and took me home from the ce in his car. oMffe Knows I keep steady company but he never has asked if ho might come to see me, although he often accuses me of caring more for my ‘steady’ than for himself and it I re- fuse him anything (suoh asa visit to the theatre) he will say, ‘if it were your “steady” who asked you to go You would not refuse him.’ I finally became disgusted with the term ‘steady,’ and told him I would give up my ‘steady,’ just to hear what be thought about it. But his anawer was, ‘No, I do not want you to give up tbe man, If I were going to be here all the time’ (he will soon be called in the draft) ‘it would be aif- ferent.’ Lately I told bim I ‘had ven my ‘steady’ up, and since then e has been urging me to go back to Large A tistic appearance when filled wit? soil in which fern are growing. Only] 4% the smaller ferns] ¥/ can be used, but if they are arranged in a free and seemingly unstudied effect will be very Femery. FAIR-SIZEN sea shell, sich as is often picked up along the beach, makes a quaint and ar- 4 manner, pleasing. A Hight soil should be used, as a heavy eoil wil not retain moisture weil the enough; sandy loam to which has been added one-third the quan- tity of leaf mold or well-rotted manure is good for the purpose. If the shell is well selected and is well cleaned and polished, the contrast be- tween the shell color and the Ty ef the ferns s quite beautiful.—Popu- Think it over and see’ Milled while sie o Lovers Vincent cause of our quarrel. He promised to! write me @ letter last evening but | falied, saying he was invited out to his ‘steady's’ for supper and did not get, home till late and did not have ume to write. He gave me his word of honor he would write to-night. I really do not think he has a ‘steady,’ but believe ho is trying to make m jealous. He makes a practice of see. ing me several times each day, and shows by his actions he must’ care for me. Do you think he relly loves me? What do you advise me to do?” I think the young man wants a sentimental friendship, but does not want to assume its responsibilities—in short, that he desires to offer you ‘attentions without intentions.” That Would explain his mention of his own ‘steady’—whether she exists or not— id his desire’ that you should not give up yours on his account. You know best whether you desire to en- courage this sort of friendship. O, THERE Goes THE Soup | SHE TAM SORRY NEVER MIND MIS SCALP You Lost MANDY. NEEDED cy \Your_SouP THE GREASE & UTTLE ( MR JOHN 'S Good For \( O1LIinc; Silas Blackburn’s Strange Return Brings a New Mystery to the Cedars ss STNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTE fag Blackbur Y ¢ bad been buned and CHAPTER XH. (Continued,) F the many astounding things that bad happened at the Cedars, Silas Blackburn's re- turn was the most unbelieva- ble. It was impossible to accept that a dead man had been buried and now stood before the astonished company at the old house. But it was equally impossible to deny that here was Silas Blackburn, fully alive and looking at hia questioners from guspicious, troubled eyes. Paredes proposed, and the others in- stantly agreed, that they examine the grave of the supposed dead man to discover if the body they bad buried still lay in the earth. On reaching ti little cemetery back of the Cedars, the '\newly-made grave was just as It had been left that afternoon, But this was not satisfying, and the earth was ac- cordingly opened, bringing to view the casket recently consigned there. Then the top was removed. Katherine screamed, faintly, Silas Blackburn leaned on Bobby's arm, shaking with subs, Paredes shrugged his shouiders, The light wavered ip | Robinson's hand. They continued to stare. There was nothing else to do, The coffin was empty. Once back in ube house, Blackburn ‘could give no coherent explanation of the strange events In which he was the central figure. He claimed not to have slept in the abandoned room on the night of bis supposed murder, but to have left the house, haunted by fear of unknown assassins, and to have reached the village where he had remained three days with his friend Waters, another recluse and kindred spirit. Use of tae telephone confirmed that he reaily had been at Waters's place during the time stated. Waters had heard nothing of developments at the Cedars, which was not so strange as might first be believed, seeing that he had little converse with his neighbors. But these facta in no way explained hat all t had seen, the dead Body of Silas Biackbure and ite tntere Page & Co} York, called the Cedars, ‘icegw iti the same row, seek ‘ei . Duapicion volute, fat the tine of the ment stood before them, und the grave they ow the living Blackburn hau naue was empty, ‘foe wing passed credulity. It waa not to be disproved or accepted. Several of them went to the old room again, hoping that some detail hitherto overlooked might now help explain the unsolvable. But their search was unrewarded. It was here that Bobby reached a decision he had been pondering upon ever since his Srandfather’s reappearance, This waa nothing less than to sleep in the room himself, hoping to solve its mystery. At least he proposed to spend the night there, if not actually to sleep. Al first none of those to whom he talked would consider such a thing but finally relented in view of nus delirate position, Any means that would point a way out must not be refused When they returned to the hall Hobby shrank from the picture of his grandfather still crouched by the fire. his shoulders twitching, his fingers about the black briar pipe shaking, Groom alone had remained with him. Bobby opened the front door, There was no one in the court, “Paredes,” he said, closing the door, “has gone out of the court, Where's Doctor?" nt to the kitchen," the doc- d, “I'm sure 1 don't know what for this time of night. Rawlins and Robinson joined them, The district attorney had an air of fresh resolution, He was about to k when the front door opened auietly, framing the blackness of the court, They started forward, see- Ing no one, Silas Blackburn made a slow shrink- {ng movement, crying out “They've opened the door! Don't let them in, Don't let them come near mé again.” Although they knew Paredes had been in the court the spell of tho Cedars wag so heavy upon them that for a moment they didn't know what to expert, They hesitated with a little of the abnormal apprehension Silas Blackburn exposed, Then Raw- ling sprang forward, and Bobby called: ‘arlos!” Paredes stepped from one side, He lingered against the black background of the doorway. It was plain enough DON'T SCOLD HER Jonn NY HAIR CAREFUL TOuN t Don't Lose Your TEMPER 'S VERY INDEPENDENT hursday, November 7, 1918 PAGE vr at Re ba CONTRO JOunt AT HER on IT'S AWFULLY HARD T GET A Cook THESE By Maurice Ketter. | | ———_—_— YouRsec® ‘T GeT MAD SHE Ww Quit Days ~ if THIS ONE LEAVES | DON'T KNOW WHERE I'O FIND I Foun Few D A gomeuung Was wrong Weta oun, in the first place, although he had opened the door, he had been unwilling to enter, “shut the door,” Silas Blackburn moaned. Paredes, with a quick gesture of surrender, stepped in and obeyed. His face was white, He had bost his im- maculate appearance, His clothing showed stains of snow and mould, He held his left hand behind his back. “What's the matter with you?” Robinson demanded, The Panamanian’s laugh Jacked its usual indifference “When [ said the Cedars was full of f ghosts I should have heeded my own warning. I might better have stayed comfortably locked up in Smithtown,” Silas Blackburn spoke in a hoarse whisper: “What did you see out there? Are they coming?” “I saw very little," Paredes an- swered, “It was too dark." “You saw something,” Dr. Groom rumbled. Paredes nodded, He looked at the floor, “A~@ woman in black.” “By the lake!" Bobby cried. “Not as far ag the lake. It was near the empty grave,” Silas Blackburn commenced to shake again. The Doctor's jittle eyes were wide “It was a woman—a flesh-and-blood woman?" Robinson asked “If it wag @ ghost,” Paredes an- swered, “it had the power of attack, but that, as you'll recall, is by no means unusual here That's why I've co © in rather ag t my will It seems strange, but I, too, have struck by a sharp and slender obje and I thought perhaps the Do had better look at the result With a motion of repug moved hia left hand from t back and stretched it to the leht The coat below the elbow was torn The slender hand was crimson, He tried to smile “Luckily it wa my head.” “sit down," Dr. Groom said ing Robinson and Rawlins aw me see how badly he's bu be plenty of time for qu ward, t at the back of wave Paredes lay back in one of the chairs and extended his arm He kept his eyes c while the Di tor stooped, exa g the wound. All at once his nearly perpetual sieepless- e48 since coming to the Cedars had recorded itself In his face, His nerves at last confessed thelr vulnerability as he fumbled for a cigar: with his good hand, as he placed \t awk- wardly between his lips. “Wovld you miid giving light, Bobby?” Bobby struck a match and held it to the cigarette, me & “Thanks,” Paredes said, “Are you nearly through, Doctor? I daresay {t's nothing. Dr, Gloom glanced up. “Nothing seri with 4 ttle tuck It's only torn through a muac! Tt vein.” might have pierced t His tovenewd wiuck Hair Was deeply uned, hte turned to Robinson doubtfully, Maybe you'll tell us," Robin what,:made the wound.” ‘No use shirking fact tor rumbled, “ wounded just he said, thing sharp and slender.” “You mean,” Robinson suld,“by an instrument that could have’ caused death in the case of Howells and— “L wou't have you looking at me ," Silas Blackburn. whined. the doctor aaswered. “Hu- fore we gu any further 1 want to bind this arm, There must be an autisepUic_ in house, Where is a by some- he Katherine? See if you can find her, Bobby.” As Bobby started to cross the din- ing room he heard the slight scrap- ing of the door leading to» the kit- chen, He knew there was someone in the room with him, He touched @ cold hand. “Bobby!” Katherine breathed in his ear, He understood why the little light m the hall had failed to disclose when she had come from the kit- n. She wore a black cloak. inst the darkness at the end of the room she had made no silhou- ette, When he put his arms around her and touched her cheek, he noticed that that, too, was cold; and the shoulders of the cloak were damp as if she had just come tn from the falling snow. “Where have you been?" he asked. “Looking outside,” she answer:d ran “L couldn't sit still, L won- dered if the woman in black would be around the house to-night, ‘Then 1 was afraid, so I came in. Doctor Groom's voice re: “Have you found her? the dining room?” Without any thought of disloyalty Bobby recognized the menace of co- incidence, pered. "1 “Why? While he drew the cloak from her slders he raised his voice, Sarlos ha been hurt, The duce tor asked me to find you. His simple strategy was destroyed by the appearance of Rawlins, The detective came directly .o them was the coincidence lost on hi it was his business to advertise rather than to conceal Without ceremony he took the cloak from Booby, He draped it over his arm, doctor,” he said to Katherine, ched them. Is she to ur cloak off," ave it here.” he whis- “wants 4 basin of warm water, some old linen, carbolic acid, if you have it She nodded and went back to the Kitchen while Bobby returned with the detective to the hall, Paredes's eyes remained closed, ‘Where did you get the cloak, Raw- ins?" Robinson asked, ‘Phe young ti.dy,” swered with soft satisfaction, “ wore it in, At least it's still wet from the snow.” Paredes opened his eyes, He looked Rawlins an- OS ca = "ANOTHER ONE Don ‘ LOSE Your TEMPER JONN OF HOW IT FEELS TO FALL A MILE AND CHEAT / DEATH AT THE for @ moment at the black cloak, He closed his eyes again, “You could tecognize man who attacked you?" said, Paredes shook his head, “You've forgotten how dark tt ts, Please don't ask me even to swear that it was a woman.” “You're trying to say it wasn't flesh and blood,” Blackburn quavered. Paredes smiled weakly, “Tm trying to say nothing at the wo- Rawlins CHAPTER XIV. OBINSON now insisted that Kathorine's room be searched, and undertook to begin the task despite all protests. The detective went with him, accom panted by Graham and Bobby, bent upon seeing that none of tho law's privileges were abused, Rawlins went to a worktable while Robinson rummaged in the closet. Graham, meantime, bent against the footboard of the bed, watching with anxious eyes. Rawlins had clearly b..n cessful at the work table, to the bureau. One after the other he opened the drawers, fumbling within, lifting the contents out, re. Placing them with @ rough haste while Bobby's futile rage increased, Suddenly he suw Graham's atlitude alter. Rawiins's back stiffened. He pulled the bottom drawer altogether from the bureau and thrust it to one unsue- He glided bide. He gazed in the opening, “Come here, Mr, Robinson," he sald softly. Robinson lett the closet and stoop- ed beside the detective, He exclaimed. Graham went closer looking over their backs, “You'd better see, Bobb: without turning, “Yes,” Robinson said, “Let me show you how wrong you were, Mr. Blackburn, Let me ask if you knew you were wrong.” Bobby entered with » quick pulse, "he sald —eo _. The Evening World's a Kiddie Klub Korner Conducted by Eleanor Schorer Copyright 4 oy The Press Publishing Oo, (The New Tors Brenms Worl.) AS HERE I stingy that be was Tich, the upty to want something to eat, Now the lad on his farm knew of w sir] who could not eat so much asa So, although whole pea at a meal, she was somewhat deaf, the ost no time in marrying her, Thew he began ty wonder about hi « drop of water, yet seemed to wedish Fairy Tale was once a farmer so he would scarcely eat anything Still, many gir. made themaéives agreeable to him, for fellow. would not wed, for a wife wan sure varme is wife. never took a morsel of food nor thrive ‘ls she deceiving me?" he thought Does she sip the milk when straining ict He climbed up and peered down he chimney “Master is looking down the chim- ne lad fire.” “I daren’t,” said the t “It you daren't, 1 dar woman, and she did, er began shouung, that you, husban of course it is,’ 1 was longing wifey,” he answered, stouter she did not become th “Perhaps she eats gee }in the storehoune, stole into the ste a featherbe', cre lad to sew It up again This done, the lad Said the wife, “You am naid the Ind, t, 1 dure, GUYNEMER, THE ACE OF ACES BEGIN NEXT MONDAY HIS FASCINATING STORY FIF1TY-THREE VICTORIES IN THE AIR, END. He, Opening. Abruptly everything for him, too, stooped and looked Against the bureau, where it when the drawer @ plaster cast of a footmar would at nt to his mi “Master 1s Inside the id to his mistress, Said the wife, ‘Phen you must \pur faggots on the hearth and make & * sald the When the farm the wife said at the to see you, Days passed and his wife neither ate nor drank, but if she did not grow inner ne of the bacon he thought. oune, ripped open 1 in and asked the So hy beat tt well, so that neither dust nor moths in the altered back-board of the weatly as in place, lay Near by was @ rumpled handkerchief that Bobby recognized a8 his own, aud the envelope, containing Howeils's report which they had told Jenkins to hide. “Well?” Robi n grinned, ¢," Bobby answered, "Il swear | didn't know they were “Youll never make me believe that Kather- ine knows It. “I've guessed,” Rawlt the stuff was hidden he this afternvon when L saw @ bundle snea “Then,” & the * was brought Hil admit that," “but she “my wasn't fur away, kot here betore [ could investigat and she's kept the door locke ince uatil just now," He lifted the exhibits out, shape of the cast, the monogr the handkerehiel cried ut thei mony, He replaced the drawer and tinued to fumble among the el it conta he cail All at once hand ed. and raised t small cousin 4wiins answered, and she d ever The ‘am on ir tem. u con. jotting ed out On the forefinger at e ow did you do that?” Robinson asked “Something pricked me," the de- tective red. "Maybe It was only @ pin, but it might have been” — Excitedly he resumed his search, He took the clothing trom the drawer and threw it to one side, Nothing re- mained in the drawer, “I guess it must have been @ pin,” Robinson sald, disappointed, wiing took up each art! examined it ed, ye atitt, ing and By was a pec stout, and sharp hat pin, sing drew it out, He held it up tr umphantly. (To Be Continued) lole of minutely, gad, 1 ultarly Raw- ac eet He Wife, Sie did, and again thy timer bern sitoutrn “Bi mie, is that you, auatind?” said Lhe woman. Yes, of courve it ts,” said the farmer, “What aro you tying there for? ‘L Wanted (0 lie on something Vetter (han eiraw,” maid tie Gusoand, Over days Wien passed umd the nor drank, “Maybe ver When sbe ’ @ varrel anu asked ie lad to pul the Lop on. Loedad “id as be Was bid, then went to bie wustress and said, “Master is pow tu swe cider varrel.” » Suid the wile, boiling juniper suul Bud leaky,” duarent, suid the lad, “If you daren't, L dare,” sald "the Wife, aBd she did. td uieb shouced louder than ever, “Liess me, is that you, husyagd?’ ald Lay* wife. . - “Yeu, of course it is," yelled the Dar uwer, “Wbat are.you lying there for? aia tis Wire, But the farmer was not able to Ave “ny answer. tie now sent for tite pare oon abd the wife began to vere some tasty dishes anu cakes geese she purson's arrival, " “All 1 pusess! All I possess!” be cried, for he believed they were géln: to eat up everything Le had When the farmer was aouting, “AU L pow seus. All 1 possess!” “My husvanu i» yo good and kid,” said the wife, “He mouns Uiat dsiull aave all he posses: “His words must Chen be con: Nis last will and testament,” sic parse ‘JuMt $0," said the wife r ‘All 1 possess! All 1 possess!” enied the farmer, and then be died. — yy His wife bad him burie. and it the authorities about her husbida’ afiairs. As the parson could givee¥le deuce that the farmer's last weeds Wore that ghe should bave all he.goa- seaved, she got it all, When a year was gone ste .aarried the lad of farm, but whether after that ume"@he Wile weber wt sie drinns th ‘You mut fll it with @, for it’s gettung . was just ¢) hard of bearing 1 have never . (from “airy Tales from the Swed- ish”—Publisher—Stokes.) Qerrrrereeeerenremel Cousin bhieanor's: Kiub Kolumn dy Dear Cousins: OV EMBER'S contest is to bewery N different from ail the other, You will just love it, | knew, very one who enjoys the gay umtd- | Winter holidays will love it, aud whieh | Of us does wot? ” Is there any letter so carefully and thoughtfully written and with Seb loving trust as the one that goes to Santa? | And when the great day before Christmas comes we hang our stock! ings, say our prayers (in which we te- mind Santa the thi we have asked for, perhaps adding a few more than were in the letter), then tumble into bed and try to keep awake t see how Samt Nick does his good work. ‘There is no fun like it! a Here is a chance for Kiddie Kiwp members to tell their many wishes this Christinas, What makes the tate jag more sport is that It 1s to be dhe in rhyme. {t is almost like working out a puzzle to try and make things rhyme, isn't it? NOVEMBER CONTEST. Subj “Ay Prayer to Santa prizes of four Thrift Stamps (the equivalent of $1) will be awarded those of our Kiddie Klub members, ages from six to fifteen inclusive, whe write the best prayer to Saute m rhyme The poem must not exceed twenty lines: Contestants must state their NAME, ADDRE AND CERTIPI- Cousin Eleanor, The Even- ing World Kiddie Klub, No, 68 Paris Kow, New York City, Contest closes Nov. 27, Cousin Eleanor. OUR Boys. The Germans are fast retreating, America is on her way, On to capture Berlin, a To go there but not to stay. On and on the boys advancing, Not thinking of their own dear Hite, Struggling, fighting and making The world safe for democracy after the strife By DAVID EWEN, aged ten ye New York City, WOW TO JOIN THE CLUB AND OBTAIN YOUR PIN, Toginniog with any ee Wein Ye SO “hot eat i aohaub, aod mally ft kiadig’ inp, Suns Nowy lect © Dried aod ADDRES, |