The evening world. Newspaper, January 17, 1921, Page 15

BE A BOY _ Boylike, He Expresses CHAPTER 1. ee 9 COURSE, it could ‘a been O Bollyar Brown, but it prob'ly wust't. That boy has been ‘cused of swipin’ ‘nougb chickens to feed a whole Methodis «Conference, but nobody absolutely knowed he ever took one, an’ I'm sure ‘be never did. Boi Brown ain't a thief. He's jest a good-natured scamp that'll bear watchin’, If he don’t get no worse, an’ I don’t think he will, he’s-apt to land in the White House some day.” Uncle Ezra Fox was speaking. Hez- ekiah Pickwick, keeper of the larger of the two general stores in Paw Paw Corner, had bcen bemoaning the joss of a spring chicken which had been in a coop just outside the door. " Somebody in the store bad suggested that possibly Bolivar Brown had taken it as a foundation for a meal at the cave his chums and he had on the river bank. Uncle Ezra had taken up Bolivar’s defense immedi- ately. He was very fond of the boy. "You see,” the old man went on, “Bol Brown 1s a real boy. Nothin’ aissy about him. He's got a big heart an’ a great sense o' humor. He's the most Hkeable kid I ever knew an’, miore than that, he's as gritty as they make ‘em, Carefree? Yes, but that's —® good trait in a healthy boy. It {) shows he’s gettin’ all there is in life ‘ out” ‘Uncle Ezra shifted bws chewing ‘ wbacco from one cheek to the other and struck another blow for Bolivar, “You all recollect Sam Clemens’s «tory about Huck Finn, I reckon,” be said, “Well, lemme tell you some- , thin’! Down near Hannibal, where I used to live, I knowed the boy that Huck was patterned after—knowed wim well—in fact, was chums with him—an’ I want to say that for the weal boy stuff he never had nothin’ on Bol Brown, Fact, I think Bol could ‘a’ give him cards an’ spades an’ beat him out ‘long that line, No, sir, if every American boy could be moulded out of the same stuff that Bul come from there wouldn't be no doubt about the future of this great Republic.” ‘There was a moment of silence, @uring which Uncle Ezra tapped his foot on the floor and bummed a tune, Suddenly the storekeeper remem- ered something. “Bay, Eary," he said, “I just ben thinkin’—I sold that missin’ spring to Hank Logan's wife last night jest afore I closed up.” “I told you that boy never hooked it," replied Uncle Ezra triumphantly. ‘Bet on him, fellers—bet on him! He's @ real one, Ain't that him comin’ cross the street ?"’ The storekeeper looked, ‘That's him,” he said, “an’ he's headed in here, His ma must want some groc’- cies.” With that Hezekiah placed his glasses on the counter and, coming @round in front, put wire covers on & box of prunes and a basket of ap- pies, “Don’t reckon hia ma wants any prunes or apples," he sald as a lame excuse for what was plainly a pre- cautionary act on his part, A mo- ment later the screen door opened and Bolivar Brown, followed by two Mmedium~wized dogs of no especial treed, came in, The screen door was left wide open. Bolivar was grinning and limping slightly. Stepping up to the counter, he sald to Hezekiah: “Got any oblong tea?” “How are you, Bolivar?” replied the storekeoper, “You mean Oolong. Yep, I got some, How much does yer ma want?" “L forgot that," said the boy, “but I reckon she won't need any more than a peck.’ The storekeeper dnd his visitors broke into loud laughs, "Gee whiz, Bol!’ sald Hezekiah, “A peck of toa’ ud last ye family six months, You don’t mean no peck. Now, how much did ‘Try ‘an’ recollect." Bolivar, lightly chagrined, scratched at the paint on the counter with a big toe, "I dunno, Mr. Pick- wick,” he said, ‘ ‘How much money did she give you tor itv a cents.” “Well,” gaid the storekeeper with a yer ma say? MONDAY, JANUARY 17, 1921" FOR THREE WEEKS YOURSELF Bolivar Performs Heroic Rescue; Saves Crippled Tim Walker From Stampeding Steers His Reaction From the Exciting Adventure by Starting a Fight Be- tween His Two Dogs, Sport and Jack, The Thrilling Interlude Having Fol- . lowed Fheir Chase of Store- keeper Pickwick’s Cat. Coprrtght, 1971, by Bide Dudley. ILLUSTRATED BY THORNTON FISHER. broad smile, “I reckon you want a eighth of a pound.” The tea deliv- ered, Mr. Pickwick asked: “Is that all ‘I wus tryin’ to recollect if she said to get a stick of that striped candy you got in the jar there,” came from the boy. Once more the storekeeper laughed. “T hardly pb'lieve she said anything about candy,” he said, “but she prob'ly fergot it. If you'll shut that sereen door go's the files won't eat the candy before you kin eat it, I'll loan you a stick.” Bolivar shut the door and received the candy, He thanked the store- keeper and, speaking to Sport and Jack, his dogs, turned to leave. He tated upon being addressed by |.” said Uncle Ezra, “I no- faverin’ yer left foot. What's 7 came from the sur- prised old man. “Yep. Sk: . He read ina book how you could be marked so's yer corpse ‘ud always be identerfied. He stuck me with a needle, I'm goin’ to tattoo him to-morrer.” Everybody smiled again, and then Mr. Pickwick asked: “Bol, how are you an’ Mias Ann Eliza Chase gettin’ along?” “She's madder at me than ever, Sport an’ Jack chased one of her cats into her house yesterday.” “Wa'nt no dan done, was they?" asked Peleg Lec, “Turned the kitchen table over; that's all,” "shaw!" came from the storo- r. ‘That wa'nt nuthin’. She got mad too easy. Dogs will be dogs 2 will be cats, an’ as long as dogs an’ cata they will b asin’ cats," Hezekiah Pickwick smiled a little at this outburst of his own loge. He didn't notice, just at this time his old gray tomeat slowly entering the door, Neither did the others present The cat was noticed, however, but It was by Sport. and Jack. In another instant the cat's presence was Drought to the notice,ef all, forelbly. Sport and Jack stafted for the cat with wild yelps. The cat saw them comng anid leaped wildly on the x r, Next he jumped to a shelf ck ng over a gi jar, Then followed of wild confusion, The cat from shelf to counter, from to box, dislodging jars, pots, othér articles of merchan- The dogs followed as closely as ld under the circumstances, The n th stampeded. but Hezekiah and Bolivar. © boy and the storekeeper tried to atop the chase. Finally the cat dived through ind, kn which was smashed a scene leaped barrel the hole in the door and disappeared around the corner. The dogs knocked the door open and followed apd the trouble was over, When the storm had quieted, Boll- var moved away, “Hoy, where you ‘oln’?" asked the storekeeper, red in the face. “J gotta také this tea home,” re piled Bolivar. ‘Who's a’goin’ damage?” “It's too bad, Mr. ite ‘Too bad? Well, I should say it is. ‘Who's a'goin’ to pay?” “T dunno. T never paid any dam- > when Sport * Jack obi iss Ann Eliza's cat.” ‘The storekeeper saw the point calmed down. He made a quick me: tal calculation. “Well,” he said, reckon I ain't out more'n $3. Uncle Bara was grinning broadly. Seeing the storekeeper was to take a sensible view of the mix-up he came back and asked: “Will $3 cover it, He: ' eat about!" Well, it wis mighty funny. I got a dollar an’ & half's*worth of tun out of it. I'll stand half.” No you won't,” replied Hezekiah, now smiling, “I reckon $3 won't bust’ me, But,” he added, turning to Boli- var, “don't you ever bring them good-fér-nothin’ dogs in here agin.” ‘That's just what Miss Ann Eliza said.” Bolivar replied. . The words were hardly out of his mouth when there came an’ uproar from the street. Uncle Ezra quickly looked out and immed ately retugned. “Frank Taylor's steers,” he sitout- ed. “They've busted out of the rall- road stockyards an’ are stampedin’ down the street.” Everybody ran to the door. to pay for this Pickwick, ain't Down the street came twenty steers, run- ning wildly yet lumberingly. Taylor had intended to ship them that night, Something’ had maddened them and they had crashed through the fence of the pen. Dogs barking beh nd them and men and women yelling had add- ed to thelr fright, As they came down the street they were a whirl- avalanche of foaming bestial an- Sheriff Graham was across the “Everybody insid he shouted. There was a rush for cover and by the t_me the leader of the steers was a block away the street was practi- cally clear of human beings. Then there came a cry of anguish from the window of a home across from the Pickwick store, It was a woman's vole. “Oh, Timmy! Oh, my God!” it screamed, The onlookers soon saw the reason, Hobbling slowly across the street, in the hope of gett ng before the tampede rea en home r him, was a little crippled boy, Tim Walker. An allment of the spine pre vented his moving rapidly, and bad judgment had put him In’ the path of danger. “Oh, Timmy! screamed his mother again, And then she swooned On came the steers, bellowing in thelr rage, straight toward the erp. pled boy. The realization that ae would not be able to get out of ther way suddenly dawned on Tim and he stopped, petrified with fear, it ased and tripped aeemed that he must be tiumpled to death and people turned away and covered their faces with thelr hands, Suddenly something happened that increased the oxcitement greatly, A small, lithe, brown-skinned — boy, barefooted and hatless, aprang out into the street In front of Pickwick's store. Three leaps took him to the cripple’s side and the next instant Tim s held tight in Bolivar Brown's embrace, “Down, Tim!" yelled Bolivar. The cripple was btupefied with fear. He stood frozen to the spot. With fo more ado Bolivar-placed one bare foot ind the little fellow’s him. Down they went in a -heap, with Bolivar on top. Quickly he wrapped his legs around those of the cripple and locked his arms about his neck. “Quiet, now, Tim!" he said. As one human log the two boys lay in the street, directly in the path of the infuriated steers. Tears welled into the eyes of Uncle Ezra Fox. “God,” he said, with his eyes glued om the boys, “now's yer time to do me a favor, Save them boys!” The leadi steer was not ten feet from the bo: As he bore down on them the shrill voice of Skeets Mars tin, Bollvar’s chum, rang out and broke a breathless silence. “Jump ‘em, you son-of-a-gun!” shrated Skeets. ‘Che first steer, now three feet from the huddled mass of humanity, rose clumsily in the alr and leaped’ clear over the boys. Cattle are much like shtep in some respects. Seeing their Jeader jump, the steers directly be- hind bim followed suit, and when the mad emimals had surged by and the dust had settled somewhat small boy was seen to arise from the street with another in his arms. BOLIVAR BROWN AND HIS TWO PALS, SPORT AND JACK. Bolivar carried Tim to the store and placed him in the arma of Uncle Ezra Fox. “He ain't hurt—jest skeéred!" said 1 Bolivar. . ‘A hysterical woman rushed up and attempted to embrace h i. “Pleage don't!" he said, as he deftly dodged her. “I got to take ma’s tea home to her or I'll get licked.” Picking up the package of tea, Bolivar disappeared around the store and started for home, eager to avold the excited crowd near the scene of the rescue. “That's what comes of know! tle,” sald Skeets to Hezekiah. uncle taught him that out on farm,” By the time Bollvar had gone two blocks he had become his old self again, and the reacue incident had almost faded from his mind. As ho passed the railroad station he no- ticed that the accommodation train was just In and that people were alighting from it. In Paw Paw Cor- ners allotment was a goodlooking man of about thirty-five years who appeared to be a stranger the town, Hesitating for a moment, b @ye lit on the boy and he approached im. “My boy,” he said, “can you tell me if the family of George B, Brewster Hives in this town?" “Yes, sir. He's a Judge,” said Boli- var, “I wonder if he's the man I want to see,” mused the stranger, “Did he come from Higginsville and has he a daughter?" "Yes, sir, The family moved here from Higginaville when the railro came, His daugifer's name is Mil lle. They live straight down this street in the red brick house on the corner just beyond ¢ye Square.” pat~ “Bol's the Sess Saree So eee AS HUMAN AS MARK TWAIN'S ““HUCK FINN’’ y Maurice Ketten “Much obliged!) said the stranger. “That's the Brewster. He moved here about, the time John Lake did, I think.”" . “Yes, air, he 14. John Lake's the President of the Bank. He lives two blocks beyond the Brewasters in the big white houne.” "Good!" "The stranger gave Bol! var a nickel and started in the direc- tion of t hotel, Stopp ng, he came back and asked: “By the way, is Mr. Brewster's daughter . Mra, Smith, or Black, or some\hing?” “Oh, no, sir!” replied Bolivar. “She ain't married. She's Miss Millie,” ‘The stranger's face showed a trace of satisfaction. He quickly banixhed it, however, and handing the boy a seoond nickel, he hurribd away. zed after him puzzle the boy murmured. “Phat feller’s all right, but I wonder what he wants with Mr, Brewster!" CHAPTER II. HE stampede set Paw Paw Cor- ner in a turmoil of excitement and Bolivar’s rescue of crippled Tim Walker would have swamped him with praise had people been able to corner him long enough to tell him their compliments, The boy, how- ever, avoided all but a few intimates that night and refused to accept any- thing in the way of plaudits. ‘The steers were rounded up out in the country, after they bad tired, and were shipped as per schedule, Their stampede had caused no damage ex- copt to the railroad stockyards. After the stranger had quizzed bim, Bolivar broke into a trot while Sport and Jack trotted along behind with thelr tongues lolling out. They had chased the steers to the town Iimits and were tired, Half a block from his home Bolivar saw a bone in the street, Picking it up he called the dogs and tossed it between them. The desired result was not long in arriv- ing. Sport got the bone first and dropped it to growl at Jack, Jack immediately forgot his friendship for Sport and both dogs bristled. Bolivar came Up behind Sport and gave him a push. Tbe fight began, As the dogs fought they worked their way toward the Brown home. Above the din of tho conflict could be heard Boilvar's voice urging them on. Then came another voice—from the house, “Bolivar Brown!” it sald, “Stop phat! Stop it, I say, and come here to me at once,” The voice belonged to Mra. Brown. The boy ended the fight with a couple of kicks and went to the back door of the house, Mrs, Brown was put- ting a stick of wood In the cook- stove, What do you want, Ma?" asked Boll dropping the tea on the Kitchen’ tale. “Look here, Bolivar Brown!” re. plied his mother. “What have I told you about fighting those dogs?” With that she took hold of his left ear. “You sald those dogs ought not to be ‘lowed to fight," he repiled, step- ping closer to ease the strain on his ear, “T said nothing of the sort! you not to fight those dogs, didn’t 1?" And Mrs. Brown gave the ear a yank for emphasis, “Yes, Ma, I remember now. But I can ‘splain this fight,” “Well, theré'’s your ear. Now ex- plain it, And mind ypu tell the truth or you'll regret It," Well, Ma, suppomih't” Supposin’ what Bolivar edged toward the door. There was a twinkle In bis eye. “Sup I told posin’ you had @ bone!” § what?” “A bone, An’ Miss Ann Eliza tried to get it away from you! Wouldn't you f ght?” “What! What's that? I fight over a bone? Why, you disrespectful ras- cal, you! Vil" But Bolivar had fled My, that boy!" groanad Mrs. Brown, "I fight with Ann Blige Chase over a bone! I'll make that young man smart for that. I'll get a switch when he comes home and’—— But at that po'nt @ neighbor came in and told her of Bolivar’s rescue of ‘Tim Walker and Mrs, Brown beamed with pride. the moment t us return to the stranger, The look of satisfac- tion Bolivar had noticed had not be- lied the man’s feelings. Once away from the boy his pace quickened and he smiled, Reaching the hotel he reg- istered as “James Locke, Kansas C and asked to be assigned to a room immediately, Hep Shocker, the ork, showed bim to Number & on the second floor and left him. As the clerk's footsteps died away, the stranger took writing paper from bie grip and sat down at the table to pen & note. At first he wrote rapidly; then he reviewed what he had written and tore it up. A period of thought fol- lowed and once again he wrote. This time he carefully blotted the note and sed it In an envelope. He then down on the bed and dropped te Two hours later he awoke, Noting by his wateh that [t was almost 7 P.M, he bur fied to the hote! lobby, “Can I get a boy to deliver a mote Hep Shocker strained both his for me?” he asked of the clerk. eyes and his ears, but bis curiosity | “We haven't got any boys here,” remained unsatisfied. Bolivar merely gertied Bhonker, "But, shared. Bit ete corner tie MOket a Gin ae Brown passing the botel. Maybe he dress. On the envelope was written, | The clork went out and hailed Bol. For Mise Millie Brewster, and ivar, who was telllog mayerat men Sora corner was and boys he “hadn't done nothin’ but Word. used his knowledge of cattle” in the cen Read ered Bera rewcue, Bolivar responded to Shock- felle ‘peaple Lae ae ae er’s call and the stranger recognized eae Sage ae him. He asked him If he'd like to earn a dime, Bollvar said he would, | Putting the dime im his mouth Hete it in,” wld ‘the ‘utranger, Started for the Brewater home on a alow lope, Hep Shocker returned to handing the boy a dime. “Kindly de- liver this note to the person whose the hotel lobby atly pussied and name it bears, Don't give it to any one else,” not @ little bit chagrined. (Don't Miss To-Morrow’s instalment.) ee = — Cocoa Snowdrift Cake! HIS wonder-cake with ‘‘that chocolaty taste’’ Tt made with Runkel’s All-Purpose Cocoa. No need to bother grating chocolate—Runkel’s is already a powder, all ready to use. f The recipe is simple, See pase fesioe of The po | Runkel recipe book. If you haven’t a copy write us for one today. UNKEL BROTHERS, Ine. Malersof eee eed tert ond Prnie Wes Bare 460 Weat 20th Street, New York City