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MONDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1918.
GALVESTON TRIBUNE.
FOUT
Poetry and Persiflage
Sinners," "The Betrayal,” Etc.
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COMING EACK.
“I will
The ma-
lightly.
the fact that she had
to convey to me
not sent for me to answer my ques-
I remained unabashed, however,
tions.
Several curi-
and waited for her reply,
have
“BillyD
-I think that from the first he had
ous.
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Why, it has made all the
and
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he opened the book at Page 23
read:
you,
con-
in life,
moment.
All worldly ill that man pooh-poohs
Who takes on board sufficient booze.
He careth not for any hap
While good old bourbon is on tap.
Make sure, ere wits begin to spin,
Which pocket your latchkey is in.
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pears as if the peace conference would
spend sometime in arriving at an un-
derstanding of just what is meant by
"League of Nations.”
Our hearts now walk a secret round
On many a Cotswold hill,-
For we are mixed of island ground,
The island draws us still;
Our hearts may pace a windy turn
Where Sussex downs are high.
And watch the lights of London burn,
A bonfire in the sky!
Drink hearty; wallow like a fish
For next year may be prohibish.
One way in which the anarchists may
make their red flag acceptable is to di-
vide it into alternate stripes with white
and place a star-filled blue field in the
upper corner next the pole.
I turned to Mabane.
“Take Isobel home,” I said,
follow presently.”
We re-entered the Gallery.
point of view,
us!”
“Excellent!
========================
"The Archduchess of Bristlaw begs
that you will spare her a moment. She
will not detain you longer.
What is the virtue of that soil
That flings her strength so wide?
Her ancient courage, patient toil,
Her stubborn wordless pride?
A little land,’yet loved therein |
As any land may be,
Rejoicing in her discipline,
The salt stress of the sea.
The nation should rise up and protest
against the landing of our returning
heroes at the port of Boston. The brave
fellows have been up against beans
ever since they enlisted.
“Dingle, dingle, trolley car,
The Motorman is my papa,
And while the boys are Over There
My mother rings up every fare.”
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Hubby Missed Something.
Mrs. Doyle—“My husband and I went
to church this morning, and I am glad
Eastern Offices.
a New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
Mottoes for Beer Mugs.
Among the matters that the peace
conference might discuss, but will not,
is the regrettable fact that the mottoes
on beer mugs are always in German.
Surely we have native poets capable of
turning out sentiments in rhyme ap-
propriate for blazoning on seidels! Ten-
tatively, and just to give greater bards
a start, we suggest the following:
Old Professor Crow in his little Black
Book
Tells how to catch the fishes with a
hook.
So you, Simple Simon, with your moth-
er’s pail,
Listen to Professor Crow if you’d catch
• a whale.
Just Fancy.
“Laws, this war do open one’s eyes,
don’t it? Fancy your son writing from
Jeroosalem—I always thought Jeroosa-
lem was in heaven.”—London Opinion.
A nest egg for “the rainy day,”
A Christmas gift that’s sure to pay.
Give W. S. S.
“Ha, ha,” laughed Billy Bunny. “The
Rabbitville trolley cars have lady bun-
ny conductors,” and off he hopped to
take a ride for he had five carrot cents
in his knapsack.
Well, just ‘as the little rabbit came
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an excellent thing for
THE MASTER MUMMER
Copyright 1904, by Little, Brown & Co.
By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM
Author of "Anna, the Adventuress,” "A Prince of
Her gesture seemed intended
Shep Has Abdicated.
Lost—Yellow and brown shepherd dog
by name of Kizer. Please notify 1305
Tenth avenue.—Antigo, Wis., Journal.
He Didn't Look It.
The Sub—“I say, Sergeant Major, do
you realize that that chap with the bar-
row is a member of an archaelogical
society?”
The Sgt. Major—"Well, sir, ’e may
be what you say. Personally I’ve al-
ways found ’im quiet and well be-aved.”
A song for England?
Lo, every word we speak’s a song for
England.
—Christopher Morley.
From Washington comes the infor-
mation that flour may be cheaper. The
cancellation of all flour milling regu-
lations, including fair price sched-
ules and the price and quantity res-
trictions on the sale of wheat flour by
millers, has been announced and it is
expected from this that a lower price
for the staple may be expected. This
is cheering news to those who have
been struggling with the high cost of
living, which high cost appears to have
adopted “excelsior” as its motto, and
if bread is permitted to again become
plentiful it is probable that the butter
and the bacon and eggs which, at one
time accompanied the bread, can be
dispensed with on the table of the
ordinary citizen.
Our hearts shall walk a Sherwood
track,
Our lips taste English rain, ,
We thrill to see the Union Jack
Across some deep-sea lane;
Though all the world be of rich cost
And marvelous with worth,
Yet if that island ground were lost
How empty were the earth!
There is a possibility that the British
grand fleet, under command of Admiral
Sir David Beatty, will visit the United
States some time in the coming year.
The idea should not be permitted to die
in the announcing; it is of national sig-
nificance. It suggests itself that Eng-
land and the United States, having
cemented the century of peace between
the two nations by fighting side by
side in the greatest war the world has
ever known, should neglect no oppor-
tunity for making the friendship be-
tween them all the .stronger and the
visit of the British fleet to the Ameri-
can coast would go a long way in the
direction of closer relationship be-
tween America and England.
SANCTUMSIFTINGS
How to account for the discrepancy
of $40,000,000 is a puzzle which the Hog
Island investigation committee has
turned over to congress, the report of
the investigators stating that they could
find no evidence of crookedness in the
expenditure. The original estimate of
the cost of the .shipbuilding plant at
Hog Island was $21,000,000, which was
later increased to $27,000,000, but al-
though the plant has not yet been com-
pleted, it is figured that it will cost $61,-
000,000. It appears that there has been
a reckless expenditure of money by
some one, and if there has been noth-
ing wrong about the affair it will hurt
no one to present an explanation. This
much is due the people who pay the
bills.
longer with these people who come to
us and hint at mysterious things.”,
Arthur wrung my hand. He was ap-
parently much relieved, and he did not
know what was coming.
“Arnold, you are a brick!” he ex-
claimed. “That’s sound common-sense
—every word you’ve uttered. Let them
prove their claim to her.”
“I agree with every word you have
spoken,” Allan said quietly, in response
to a look from me. “The child is at
least safe with us, and she is not wast-
ing her time. She has talent, and she
has application. I, for my part, shall
be very sorry indeed when the time
comes, as I suppose it will come some
day, for her to go.”
Then I mustered up my courage, and
said that which I had known from the
first would be difficult.
(To be continued.)
Perhaps the new secretary of the
treasury has not learned how to live on
$12,000 a year. Poor fellow, we sym-
pathize with him.
glances. I affected, however, to
noticed nothing.
“I will be quite candid with
Mr. Greatson," the archduchess
If any one desired to know the real
meaning of war, the statement that
the French nation lost 1,400,000 men
killed in the recent struggle, should
have tremendous meaning. France
probably lost more men in proportion
to population than any other nation
engaged and the experience to which
France was subjected will no doubt
make the people of that country the
strongest sort of advocates for world
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THE ISLAND.
A song for England?
Nay, what is a song for England?
Our hearts go by green-diffed Kin-
sale
Among the gulls’ white wings,
Or where, on Kentish forelands, pale
The lighthouse beacon swings;
Our hearts go up the Mersey’s tide,
Come in on Suffolk foam—■
The blood that will not be denied
Moves fast, and calls us home!
I had fallen under her displeasure, 1 when you settled down to it, I too,
fancy, however, that I appeared as 1
felt, quite unimpressed.
“I cannot understand any hesitation
whatsoever upon your part, Mr. Great-
son,” she' said. “Under my care the
child’s future would be fittingly pro-
vided for. Her position with you must
be, at the best, an equivocal one.”
“Your Highness,” I answered stead- ‘
ily, “my friends and I are handicapped
perhaps by our sex, but we have a
housekeeper who is an old family serv-
ant, and a model of respectability. In
all ways and at all time we have treat-
ed Isobel as a very dear sister. The
position may seem an equivocal one-
to a certain order of minds. Those who
know us, I may venture to say, see
nothing harmful to the child in our
guardianship.”
The archduchess started at me, and
I gathered that she was not used to
anything save implicit obedience from
those to whom she made suggestions.
She stared, and then she laughed soft-
ly. There was more than a spice of
malice in her mirth.
“Which of you three young men are
going to fall in love with her?” she
asked bluntly. “You call her a child,
but she is almost a woman, and she is
beautiful. She will be very beautiful.”
“Your Highness,” I answered coldly,
“it is a matter which we have not
as yet permitted ourselves to con-
sider.”
The archduchess was displeased with
me, and she took no further pains to
hide her displeasure.
“Mr. Greatson,” she said, with a little
wave of dismissal, “for the present 1
have no more to say.”
She turned her back upon me, and
I at once left the gallery.
The time may come at
On, stalwarts, on! The night is young!
Ho, landlord, start another bung!
* *
Wipe your bridle,
Start anew,
Bring the seidel
And the brew.
$ *
Never mind the going home;
Blow the foam, boys, blow the foam!
Brave commuter, feel no pain
If you miss the midnight train;
The police, if you get tight,
Will give you lodging for the night.
♦ *
The wise manufacturer of mugs, how-
ever, will be prepared for any emer-
gency. In case what is predicted ac-
tually happens, rhymes of the following
type will be advisable:
A viper lay within this mug;
He stung us when we went glug-gug;
But now, in softer stuff immersed,
We quench a harmless safety thirst.
* *
The old hard stuff stung like an
adder;
It used to make the bad man badder—•
No more that hideous sight we see,
Come, souse yourself with nice hot tea!
♦ *
No more, no more the demon rum
Your noble intellect will numb;
Come, jolly brother, shoot your lip
Over this buttermilk. Have a nip!
—Philadelphia Evening Ledger.
prepared for it.
we will not
some idea what it was that I wanted
to say.
“Isobel, when she came to us little
more than a year ago.” I continued,
“was a child. We have always treated
her, and I believe thought of her, as a
child. It was perhaps a daring experi-
ment' to have brought her here at all,
and yet I am inclined to think that,
under the circumstances, it was the
best thing for her, and from another
Now I’ve made a mistake, or Pro-
fessor crow has, for this is not fish-
ing time let me tell you, when the
snow is on the ground and Mr. North
Wind -is blowing the snow through
the crack under the front door.
“Haven’t you made a mistake?"
asked little Billy Bunny as the old
crow started to read a lesson on fish-
ing.
“Well, I declare,” said Professor
Crow. “Maybe I’m getting old. I’ve
turned to the wrong place. And then
must always
But until it
even parley
■ The people of Galveston have not been
furnished with much in the line of eh- „
‘couragement since the opening of the
war in Europe until recently when
the wharf front began again to assume
the appearance of a real seaport. Ships
mare arriving with increased frequency,
and from Washington comes almost
daily a report of additional vessels as-
signed to the trade of this port. Gal-
veston is coming back.
When it is remembered that the
Premier Romanones of Spain declares
that his country is strong for the
League of Nations, and at the rate the
different countries are declaring them-
selves on the subject, it will be made
unanimous by the time the peace con-
ference holds its first session. But j
while all the nations appear to favor
the proposition, nearly all of them also
express a desire to have the term more
clearly defined. Just at present it ap-
REGULATING BILLBOARDS.
San Antonio Light.
For several years progressive Ameri-
can cities have been searching for a so-
lution of the “billboard problem." 'Most
of those that took action against such
unsightly objects were confronted by
an obstacle no less formidable than that
presented by the constitutional rights
of the billboard owners, for such action
was usually so drastic as to defeat its
own purposes. There were some, and
particularly one, that persevered, and
now, according to, a contemporary ob-
server, the problem may be regarded
as having been solved, as far as possi-
ble, for immediate practical purposes.
Whether the plan would attain its
object was not known when it was
adopted. It had to work itself o.ut.
But the change in the physical aspect
of Los Angeles, the home of this scheme
of city beautification, has changed so
much for the better during' the last
year or so that there,seems to be no
doubt that the game method would be
advantageous to other cities.
The city council of Los Angeles be-
gan by placing a ban on billboards al-
together, but the ordinance’ was de-
clared unconstitutional. Various other
attempts were made, but so much op-
position was presented by those
interested in having the billboards re-
main that few councilmen cared to
champion any beautification plan which
included a proposal to limit the en-
croachment of the unsightly boards
upon either private or public property.
Finally, however, after the citizens
had long waited in vain for a consider-
ation of what they deemed to be their
rights, the question of regulating the
billboard business became a political
issue. So strong was the opposition
that only one councilman dared cham-
pion regulation, but he was richly re-
warded for his courage. He was the
only councilman re-elected.
Finally an ordinance was passed di-
viding the city of Los Angeles into two
zones, the business,and the residential.
Billboards were permitted in the for-
mer, but prohibited in the latter.
to say he slept all during the sermon!”
Mrs. Boyle—“Glad? Why?” Mrs. Doyle
—“Because the minister preached
against the vanity and extravagance
of women!”—Judge.
wharf -front furnishes about three-
fourths of the business of the city, it
can be understood what a hard blow
was administered this port when near-
ly every vessel was called to the service
of the nation in transporting goods
and men across the ocean from the
North Atlantic ports. The logic of the
matter* was understood—the govern-
ment wanted to secure the greatest
efficiency from the vessels and em-
ployed them almost exclusively be-
tween the American and European ports
nearest to each other.
A large quantity of the commerce
rightly belonging to this port and
which had been secured only after
long and persistent effort, was diverted
over routes more costly, but the gov-
ernment was not standing on the matter
of a few dollars where the fate of the
nation was concerned, and the railroads
were enlisted to perform the service
of the ships and at a very much in-
creased cost. Not only were the ships
called to service in other ports, but
‘with the ships went a large portion
of the workmen of the city who were
menticed to other .fields by the high
wage offers held out to them and thou-
sands of good citizens were thus in-
duced to make their homes at least tem-
porarily in other places.
But Galveston Is not wasting any
time in vain regrets. All that was yes-
terday and today is another day and
another opportunity. Other ports had
suffered, probably not to the extent of
Galveston, and hence the assurance
that business had been taken from us,
not because of any failure on our part
to measure up to requirements. The
crisis demanded immediate action, re-
gardless of who suffered. But strong
in the confidence that in the course of
time our facilities would be again rec-
ognized, we waited for the war clouds
to roll by that men might again have
clear vision, and that time has come.
Galveston is coming back.
After canvassing the entire Ameri-
can coast contiguous to the cotton-
producing area of the nation, a Japa-
nese firm has concluded to make Gal-
veston its concentration and exporting
depot, thus adding another to a number
of similar enterprises making their
homes in this city. A number of years
ago Galveston took first place among
American ports as the great cotton-
exporting waterway of the nation, this
position was gained by sheer merit—
(a superb harbor and unexcelled facil-
ities, and these Galveston still possess,
and it is not a surprise when keen-
visioned business men, in their search
for adequate facilities for a big en-
terprise, select the port most likely to
furnish them every requirement for
their business.
The Oriental business men were not
the first to discover that Galveston
was a good place in which to place a
cotton concentration plant, but coming
as it does, in the wake of previous sim-
-ilar enterprises, it places the stamp of
approval on the business sagacity of
our own men of trade, and indicates
a desire to become members of that
same class.
Not only are new enterprises seek-
ing a home in Galveston, but some of
the workmen who were drawn away
from the city by tempting offers from
other places are drifting back home;
not in large numbers, but just as the
opportunities offer. Not so many va-
cant houses are noticeable about the
city as was true a year ago. The re-
tail district reports increased business,
and there appears to prevail an air oi
optimism such as has not been notice-
able for many months. The boys, who
went from among us in answer to the
call of the nation, are returning home
and bringing with them a broad vi-
sion of life. The year just closing has
been a hard one, a trying one, but 1919
is rosy with promise. Galveston is com-
ing back.
peace, whether it be through the
agency of a League of Nations or oth-
erwise. The comparatively few men
lost by the United States has influenced
many thoughts in the same direction.
The closer one gets to war the less
glory there appears to be in it.
jority of the royal party were busy ex-
amining the miniatures. The Arch-
duchess was talking earnestly to Lady
Delahaye in a remote corner. My guide
led men directly to her.
“Her Highness permits me to present
you,” he said to me. “This is Mr. Ar-
nold Greatson, your Highness.”
The Archduchess acknowledged my
bow graciously.
“You are the Mr. Arnold Greatson
who writes such charming stories,” she
said. “Yes, it is so, is it not?”
“Your Highness is very kind,” I an-
swered.
“I learn,” she continued, “that you
are also the guardian of the young lady
who gave us all such a start. Pardon
me, but you surely seem a little young
for such a post.”
“The circumstances, your Highness,”
I answered, “were a little exceptional.”
The nodded thoughtfully.
“Yes, yes, so I have heard. Lady
Delahaye has been telling’me the story.
I understand that you have never been
able to discover the child's parentage.
That is very strange!”
“There are other things in connec-
tion with my ward, your Highness,” I
said, “which seem to me equally in-
explicable.”
“Yes? I am very interested. Will
you tell me what they are”
“By all means,” I answered. “I refer
to the fact that though no one has come
forward openly to claim the child, in-
direct efforts to induce her to leave us
are continually being made by persons
who seem to desire anonymity. When-
ever she has been alone in the streets
she has been accosted under various
pretexts.”
The Archduchess was politely sur-
prised.
“But surely you are aware,” she re-
marked, “of the source of some at least
of these attempts”
“Madame Richard,” I said, “the prin-
cipal of the convent where Isobel was
educated, seems particularly anxious to
have her return there.”
The Archduchess nodded her head
slowly.
“Well,” she said, “is that so much to
be wondered at?’ Even we who are of
the world might consider—you must
pardon me, Mr. Greatson, if I speak
frankly—the girl’s present position an
undesirable one. How do you suppose,
then, that the principal of a convent
boarding-school, whose sister, I be-
lieve, is a nun, would be likely to re-
gard the same thing?”
“Your Highness knows, then, of' the
convent” I remarked.
The Archduchess lifted her eyebrows
difference in the world,” Arthur de-
clared vigorously.
“I see that you follow me,” I agreed.
“Her coming seems to have steadied us
up all around. The changes which we
were obliged to make in our manner of
living have all been for the better. I
am afraid that we were drifting, Allan
and I, at any rate, into a somewhat
objectless sort of existence, and our
work was beginning to show the signs
of it. The coming of Isobel seems to
have changed all that. You, Allan,
know that you have never done better
work in your life than during the last
year. Your portrait of her was an in-
spiration. Some of those smaller studies
show signs of talent which I think has
surprised everyone, except Arthur and
myself, who knew what you could do
Beats Torpedoes.
“Speaking of submarines,” observed
Col. Harta Beetem, “I must tell you of
a little experience I had while in China
some 40 odd years ago.
“Well, it seems that it is claimed in
China that the first submarine was in-
vented by Chew Hang Bang 2,000 years
ago or so. A very serviceable craft
it was, too, egad, and the Fee Sins,
in their war against the Dow Gits,
across Ying Fat bay, were using them
with great success. The idea of the
things piqued my interest, doncha know,
and with my usual luck I was given
command of the U-Chop, a completely
outfitted undersea fighter, equipped with
self-starter, one-man top, and running
water.
“Well, bah Jove, the second day out
Chow Dong, at the telescope, sighted an
enemy cruiser. “Me spy shippee!” he
yells, and the gunners leap to their tor-
pedo-ejector, only to find that we had,
through some inadvertence, left shore
without a single blessed torpedo! Well,
gentlemen, at that moment a giant Chi-
nese tingtang, or sawfish, the strong-
est and deadliest of the species, began
to deploy about the U-Chop, looking
for a chance to saw us in half.
“With my usual instantaneousness of
action I saw the way to kill two birds
with one stone. Maneuvering the U-
Chop so that the ting-tang was al-
ways forced to keep his nose towards
us, I drove him at lightning speed, tail
on, toward the enemy cruise.- When
that steel-like saw of a tail rammed
into the side of the cruiser and then
began to thrash about, you can imag-
ine the result, gentlemen!”—Detroit
Free Press.
have done better work, and more of it
You agree with me so far, Allan?”
“There is no doubt at all about it,”
Mabane said slowly. “There, has been
a different atmosphere about the place
since the child came, and we have
thrived in it. We are, all better, much
the better, for her coming!”
“I am glad that you appreciate this,
Allan,” I said. "This sort of thing is
rather hard to put into words, but I be-
lieve that you fellows understand
exactly what I mean. We have had to
amuse her, and in doing so we have de-
veloped simpler and better tastes for
ourselves. We’ve had to give up a lot
of things, and a lot of,friends we’ve
been much better without.” .
“It’s true, every word of it, Arnold,”
Mabane admitted, knocking out the
ashes from his pipe. “We’ve chucked
the music halls for the theaters, and
our lazy slacking Sundays, with a night
at thee lub afterward, for long whole-
some days in the country—very jolly
days, too. 'We’re better men in our
small way for the child’s coming,
Arnold. You can take that for granted.
Now, go on with what you have to say.
I suppose this is all a prelude to some-
thing or other.”
Even then I hesitated, for my task
was not an easy one, and all the while
Arthur, who maintained an uneasy
silence, was watching me furtively. It
was as though he knew from the first
what it was that I was leading up to,
and I seemed to be conscious already
of his passionate though unspoken re-
sistance.
“It was a child,” I said at last, “whom
we took into our lives. Today she is a
woman!”
Then Arthur could keep silence no
longer. There was a pink flush in his
cheeks, which were still as smooth as
a girl's, but the passion in his tone was
the passion of a man.
“You are not thinking, Arnold—you
Would not be so mad as to think of giv-
ing her up to any of these people?” he
exclaimed. “They are her enemies, all
of them. I am sure of it!”
'“I am coming to that presently,’ I
went on. “You know what happened
this afternoon? You say the likeness,
the amazing likeness, between Isobel
and that other girl, the daughter of the
archduchess. The archduchess was her-
self very much impressed with it. With-
out a doubt she knows Isobel’s history.
She went so far as to tell me that she
believed Isobel to be morganatically
connected with her own family, the
House of Waldenburg! She offered to
take her under her own protection!”
“You did not consent!” Arthur ex-
claimed.
“I neither consented nor absolutely
refused,” I answered. "It was not a
matter to be decided on the spur of the
moment. But the more I think of it,
the more I am puzzled. Madame Richard
wants Isobel. She was not satisfied
with our refusal to give her up. She
sent that messenger of hers back with
fresh offers, and when again we re-
fused, the woman takes up her quarters
here, always spying upon us, always
accosting Isobel on any excuse. Madame
Richard may be a very good woman,
but I have seen and spoken with her,
and I do not for one moment believe
that her extraordinary persistence is
-for Isobel’s sake alone. Then Lady
Delahaye has never ceased from worry-
ing us. She has tried threats, per-
suasions and entreaties. She has tried
by every means in her power to induce
us to give up the child to her. And
now we have the archduchess to deal
with, and it seems to me that we are
getting very near the heart of the mat-
ter. The archduchess is a daughter of
one of the royal houses of Europe, and
Maj. Delahaye was once attache at her
father’s court. Then there is Grooten,
the man who shot Delahaye. His in-
terest in her is so strong that he risks
his life and commits a crime to save her
from a man whom he believes to be a
source of danger to her. He sends her
money every quarter, which, as you
know, we have never touched—it stands
in her name if ever she should require
it. Grooten is a man into whose charge
we could not possibly give her, and yet
of all these people he is the only one
whom I would trust—the only one
whom I feel instinctively means well
by her. Madame Richard wants her,
Lady Delahaye wants her, and behind
them both there is the archduchess,
who also wants her. I have thought
this matter over, and so far as I am
concerned, I have decided----”
“Not to give her up to any of them!”
Arthur exclaimed sharply.
“To give her up to no one who is not
prepared to go into court and establish
a legal claim,” I continued. “It is very
simple, and I think very reasonable.
When she leaves us. it shall be to take
up an accredited and definite station
tinued. “My interest in the girl arises,
of course, from the wonderful likeness
to my own daughter, and to other
members of my family. Your ward her-
self was obviously struck with it. I
must confess that I, too, received some-
thing of a shock.”
“I think,” I answered, “that it was
apparent to all of us.”
The archduchess coughed. For a
royal personage, she seemed to find
some little difficulty in proceeding.
“The history of our family is nat-
urally a matter of common knowledge,"
she said slowly. “Any connection with
it, therefore, which this child might
be able to claim would be of that or-
der which you, as a man of the world,
would doubtless understand., Neverthe-
less, I am sufficiently interested in her
to be inclined to take any steps which
might be necessary for her welfare.
I propose to set some enquiries on foot.
Providing that the result of them be
as I suspect, I presume you would have
no objection to relinquish the child to
my protection?”
“Your Highness,” I answered, "I could
not answer such a question as that
without consideration, or without con-
sulting Isobel herself.”
The archduchess frowned upon me,
and I was at once made conscious that
to Rabbitville a trolley car came by,
so he held up his striped candy cane
and the motorman put on the brakes,
and then the little rabbit hopped on
board and the lady bunny conductor
rang the bell three times and a half
and away they went to Bunnybridge,
just over Clover river.
"Helloa, Billy Bunny,” said a voice
as the little rabbit sat down, and there
in the middle of the car sat Squirrel
Nutcracker. He was reading the
Chestnut Times and laughing over Miss
Hazel Nut’s jokes.
“Come over and sit by me, Billy
Bunny,” said Old Squire Nutcracker.
“Here’s something about your uncle,
Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot.” And then he
started to read:
“Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot has just re-
painted his house on the corner of Let-
tuce avenue and Carrot streets. He
says he must have his house nice and
white so he can see it late at night."
And then Squirrel Nutcracker laugh-
ed some more, and he laughed so hard
that a hickory nut rolled out of his
coat pocket and fell on the lady con-
ductor’s little toe and made her dread-
fully angry, for she thought Billy Bun-
ny had shot the nut out of his little
popgun, you know.
And just then the trolley bell began
to ring like everything, and in the next
story you shall hear what happened.
CHAPTER II.
I walked home with but one thought
in my mind. The archduchess had put
into words—very plain, blunt words—
what as yet I had scarcely dared har-
borin my mind as a fugitive idea. She
had done me in that respect good serv-
ice. She had brought to a sudden
crisis an issue which it was folly any
longer to evade. I meant to speak
now, and have done with it. I walked
through the busy streets a dreaming
.man. It was for the last time. Hence-
forth, even the dream must pass.
I found Mabane and Arthur alone,
for which I was sufficiently thank-
ful. There was no longer any excuse
for delay. Mabane had taken pos-
session of the easy-chair, and was
smoking his largest pipe. Arthur was
walking restlessly up and down the
room. Evidently they had been dis-
cussing between them the events of
the afternoon, for there was a sudden
silence when I entered, and they both
waited eagerly for me to speak. I
closed the door carefully behind me.
and took a cigarette from the box on
my desk.
“What did the archduchess want?”
Arthur asked bluntly.
“I will tell you all that she said
presently,” I answered. “In effect, it
was the same as the others. She, too,
wanted Isobel!" “Shall we have to
give her up?” Arthur demanded.
“We will discuss that another time,”
I said. “I am glad to find that you are
both here. There is another matter,
concerning which I think that we ought
to come to an understanding as soon as
possible. It has been in my mind for a
long while.”
“About Isobel?” Arthur interrupted.
“About Isobel!” I assented.
They were both attentive. Mabane s
expression was purely negative. Arthur,
on the other hand, was distinctly nerv-
How It Started.
At the last meeting of the Savants’
club, Dr. Collins in the chair, the origin
of the phrase “get your goat” was dis-
cussed at considerable length. The
findings were as follows:
Racing horses are nervous animals,
and on the eve of a race it is desirable
to keep them as calm and collected as
possible. For this purpose a goat is in-
troduced into the stall, as goats and
horses get on together famously. Ef-
forts are sometimes made to put favor-
ite racers out of commission, and the
most successful method is to get into
the stable just before the race and re-
move the hollow-horned ruminant.
Hence the expression, “to get your
goat.”—Chicago Tribune.
ous facts were beginning to group
themselves togetherin my mind. “I have
heard of the place,” she said coldly. I
believe it to be an excellent institu-
tion. I sent for you, Mr. Greatson, not,
however, to discuss such matters, but
solely to ask for information as to the
child's parentage. It seems that you
are unable to give me this.’
“Lady Delahaye knows as much—
probably more—than I,” I answered.
It seemed to me that the archduchess
and Lady Delahaye exchanged quick
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