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Show THE SUNDAY HERALD, SUNDAY, JUNE 29. 1924 EC I IT WAS IN A GOOD I CAUSE By JANE OSBORN !, It atel'lvra Newspaper SyaaicaU.) waa half past alz when Tom Blala reached horn that memorable night After hurriedly greeting Lis mother sitting In the downstairs living room he took long atiidea toward the stairs, "Won't have time for any dinner, dear," lie told her. "I'll have t to he at the Bertrams' by seven at the latest. That gives me a half hour to shave and dress and a half-hou- r to motor out there," "It Isn't the night of the Bertram wedding, It Is, dear?" asked Mrs. Blaln. She hnd heard her Bon say that he was going to art as one of the ushers at this wedding, but as she had never met any of the Bertrams It didn't Interest her especially. "I'll get a bite out there," Tom told hla mother and vanished upstairs. Mrs. Bluln sat, perplexed and uncertain, then sliuflled the cards for another bout at solitaire, determined to say nothing of what troubled her. The cards were barely laid on the table when she heard Tom's voice on the stairs. "You didn't send my evening things to the tailor's, did you?" he was askhalf-pas- ing, and then Mrs. Blaln hnd to confess. A girl, a very pretty girl she was, hnd come over with her friend, Alice Drury, from next door. This girl Mrs. Blnln thought her nnme was Crawford though It might have been Baldwin was one of the nlumnne of the Walnut Hill school for girls. Well, she was to take a part in a play to be given out at the Wulnut Hill chool by the nlumnne and this girl was taking a man's part. Site was from out of town somewhere and was spending the night with Alice and somehow the dress suit she Intended to wear hnd been needed by some one else and Alice's brother was so thin she couldn't get Into his a,nd well, the girls had gone upstairs and hnd taken Tom's. Mrs. Blair knew Tom wouldn't mind letting Alice get the things shirt nnd collar and all Alice being Just like a sister to Tom, and besides the play they were giving wns In a good enuse hungry children In Japan or somewhere and Tom wasted no time In protests. He went to the telephone nnd mnde Inquiries of several of his friends from whom he might borrow evening suits, but In vain. "The only thing left to do," said Tom good teniperedly to his mother, "Is to go to the Walnut Hill school and get my things and then motor back to the Bertrams and dress there." In ten minutes Tom hnd left the house and wns presently speeding out toward the girls' boarding school. The school comprised several buildings, one of which was brightly lighted. Tom presented himself at the door, which wns guarded on the Inside by two young girls In white obviously ushers. "Men are not admitted," said one. "They never are when some of the girls take men's pnrts." Tom explained that he didn't want to see the show, but thnt he did wnnt to see a young woman by the nnme of Crawford or Baldwin who was to take one of the male parts. The ushers wondered If he could mean "Is she very Daphne Crawford. pretty and has she naturally wavy light bobbed hair, and does she spenk with Just a little bit of an English accent? She was brought up there, you know." 'I don't know," was Tom's rather Impatient rejoinder. "What I do know Is that she's got my evening clothes and I want them I've got to have them." The ushers looked shocked nnd amused at once and Anally carried Tom's message to the other end of the building where members of the cast were dressing. After five or six long minutes Tom was ushered Into a little room at one side of the build ing where Daphne waited him for. of course. It was Daphne, hidden decor ously within a rose velvet evening cape. The girl seemed to think thnt she was entirely In the right In wanting to keep the clothes, but that It would be more tactful to use a little cajol ery. "Really, you don't know how grateful I am to you and they fit almost perfectly. You see, Alice said you were Just like a brother and when Ned's were too small she knew you'd be a dear and let me have yours." Tom explained that he hnd to go to a wedding that he wns usher. "But It isn't as If you were best man or bridegroom," cooed Daphne. "You see, I'm leading man In this show, and It's In such a good cause. Couldn't you go Just as you are?" "No, I couldn't," snld Tom, smiling In spite of himself and feeling that the young man before him was Indeed a very charming girl. "But I'll telephone I can't come at nil. They have about twice as many ushers as they really needed. I'll do that If If you'll let me see this show of yours and If you'll let me drive you home afterwards." Daphne laughed a little, but she realized that Tom was In earnest. "You can wear my frock and this coat ifid my hat W can fix you up with one of the extra wigs. I'll have to tell i he ushers they can give you a seat In the gallery, vhere you wont be conspicuous. Too n.n dress over In cne of the showers and leave your tlilr.gs In my locker." So It was arranged, and after having duly telephoned to the Bertrams his profound regrets at not being able to be one of the bridal party, Tom proceeded to assume his feminine disguise. Then he sat In a dark corner of the gallery, wondering the whlla whether be had really gone Insane, wondering why he had consented to sit here In Daphne's frock and cloak. Of course. It was because the girl was so pretty. While ha 'thus reflected Daphne was strutting about the llttla stage trying hard to look very masculine wearing his clothes with an air of perfect ownership. Even with her assumed masculine tones her voice possessed a quality that thrilled Tom, and even In the badly fitted evening clothes she seemed to Tom the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Tom took Daphne home to tha Drurys'. "I knew you wouldn't mnke a fuss about It," Daphne said. "Alice said And it was you were so considerate. in a good cause " "Hang the good cause," said Tom. 'That's not why I did It." "Why did you?" asked Daphne. Tom Blaln did not answer. But during the week thnt followed Tom wns nn nrdent wooer of Daphne Crawford. And In the course of that week he mnde her realize thnt theirs was a real case of love at first sight. with every pebble and atone, curving eddy and A bunch of young dace resting quiet from the torrent. In a flash scatter la all directions at his approach. His aire, bis very demeanor Is Instant proof their dioin la sealed should they linger within reach of his lightning darts. The river soon runs gradually down to Its normal size, though Insects are still scarce, lighting shy of the cold April blasts, so the only food available are bottom creepers. Halcyon days are near, the lovely month of May ushers In the warm sun. and anglers btgln to wade the riverside casting their worn and dlea. The bold, yet crafty soldier trout la fully aware of their snares, for neveral times has be been nipped yet managed to get free, . by Inefficient efforts of the Ly Louis Rhead II lustrations frnm rm Drawings by the Author. in nature naazine. Vv 5 w" iiwai.nfaii-,-'---- '-' - P Mir X. angler. 'Trmy t: , 4 One time he made a eav-ag- e dash at an artificial minnow that was played along the surface by an expert and got fairly hooked in the lower Jaw. angered, he Tlioroughly swam at full speed twice around Ihe big rock, tightened the line, with a leaped supreme effort alwive the surface and cut the line, which Immediately obtained his freedom. Hurrying away for a con- Tibet Cradle of Man Dr. W. XI. XlcOovern, American student of Buddhism and nn ordnlned Buddhist priest, who arrived in New York recently from a tour in Tibet, announced the discovery of caves rich In relics of paleolithic men, says the Detroit News. "I found gigantic dlnosnur bones," he said. "They were of a type which I believe to be more primitive thnn any which the American Museum of Natural History has found In the Gobi desert. I am convinced that they are wrong In believing thnt the Gobi Is the earliest home of Innd life. I believe thnt enrliest home Is Tibet. Tibet Is much older geologically and the remains I hnve seen Indicate that It Is the cradle of land life. "After finding surface Indications I dug up human skulls at four feet deep, which means a tremendous age In Tibet, where the formation of new strata Is very slow. These differ widely from modern skulls and appeared to be a negroid type. It was Impossible, however, to try to determine their date." One Mother-in-La- w "What has the defendant to say?" Judge John Faust of the Recorder's court queried In a case of simple larceny. "Your honor," the attorney answered in her place. "Xly client speaks only Italian, and. I fear you will not accept me as an Interpreter." "Will anyone In the courtroom volunteer as A Interpreter?" the Judge continued. "Have young man stepped forward. you any personal Interest In this woman?" the court Inquired. "No, sir," came the answer, "but I shall gladly do for her whatever I can." The Judge hesitated smilingly. The youth's services were accepted. The Interpreter's help consisted In getting her to confess to the theft of one pair of hose, which resulted In her being sentenced to 30 dnys. The defendant wns the Inmother-in-law- . Detroit terpreter's News. Men's Conversation When in the company of women, men devote 17 per cent of their to talk about themselves nnd only about 3 per cent to the fair sex. At least that's what tabulations mnde by a group of prominent psychologists at the Ohio State university read. The remainder of the conversation, which Is estimated at 80 per cent, Is given over to amusements, sports, business, weather and Inanities. According to these figures, it appears that men take the lead In conversation nnd the women follow suit, chatting about such subjects as interest the men most. The One Good Point Rental Agent Well, Mrs. Pierce, how does this apartment suit you? Mrs. Pierce Well, there's one good feature about It. We won't have any The rooms are so small tha mice. mice will think tbey are mouse tract All tha brook'a a atgge. and speckled trout merely swimmers, and one trout In his time ptaya many parta. hia acta being seven agea. Flret Age At first the Infant under legal alia, that oft la captured and to the water not returned. Second Age Thnn the Schoolboy at shining morn gobbles down a Juicy worm and proceeds to frolla all day long. Th rd Age And the Lover, alghlng like a furnace, makes a woeful plop at a fluffy fly hovering over the brook. Fourth Age Then the Soldier, full of atranga moods, sudden and fierce In quarrel, seeka a bubble reputation In front of a rod tip. By FRANK FILSON . k . Weetera TUT ARY," Nupmpu taioa.) said Tom Halloran, "Mr. XVI Ames is going to foreclose the e field." mortgage on that Mary Halloran, comely la spite of her four and forty years, looked upfront her darning. When three sturdy children are putting on weight and muscle every day of their lives, mother la apt to be fairly busy. "It isn't that I care so much about the old field," raid Tom. "We're doing well enongh, an4 the fart Is, that mortgage was a nuisance. Now without It we can have more money to. put Into the dairy. Bui it wasn't exactly neighborly of Mr. Ames, seeing how long he's known you " The acquaintance dated back twenty-live years and more, to the time when Mary Newell was the adopted daughter of old Simon Newell, Joint Ames' but nearly forty Simon Newell was; years Ids senior. the squire of the town, and It was understood that all his possessions were-tgo to Mary. He wanted to see her married to John Ames. John's wooing had been conducted with consummate skill. Mary was completely deceived by his protestations, so mach so that when John asked her co marry him she thought herself girl alive. One month before-thdate set for the wedding the old squire had a stroke. When the will was sought It could not be found. And so the property passed by Inheritance Into the hands of John Ames. Ames was very considerate. He gave Mary the furniture, he let her take her time about moving after breaking off the engagement. For thnt was whnt he did, within a month nfter Newell's death. Five years later Mary married Tom. Halloran, a mnn a little below her station In life. They were very happy. After some years the first of their three children was born. Ames nnd Mary never spoke, exConcept when it was unavoidable. scious that he had acted wretchedly, Ames schemed to drive Halloran out of the village. Honest Tom Hallornn knew that he and Mary hud been but not the way In which Ames had Jilted the woman who was now his wife. Xlnry had sent back the furniture, all except the old cabinet which Mr, Newell had had made for her. "Take care of that, my dear," he had snld. "It's made of tropical wood, and some day it will be worth Its weight In gold to you." When Tom had gone Into the kitchen to smoke his pipe Mary sat darninir busily, and her thoughts wandered back over all those years thnt had passed. How happy she and Tom had been I Suddenly she perceived a tiny edge of white against the flat top of the .cabinet. Inside lay a document the last will of Simon Newell. Mary Halloran stared at It In terror. This message from the dead she did' not want to read these letters that danced before her eyes. She was still standing with the will In her hnnd when Tom came In. "What Is It, dear?" he asked, seeing her distress. Mary Halloran put the paper behind? her. "Tom," she said, "you know Mr. Newell meant to leave all his property to me, and how John Ames got It The But I have will was never found. found It. It was In the secret drawer five-acr- half-brothe- Wireless Telephony Seen as Boon to Subscribers The day of the wrong number, that bane of the telephone subscriber's life, Is passing, declares London Answers. According to a French scientist, Professor Turpnln, this desirable end Is to be attained by a simple expedient, thnt of abolishing all telephone exchanges and telephonists. Wireless telephony, says the profes sor, has now been developed to such an extent thnt Intercommunications of all kinds can he secured with absolute certnlnty merely by utilizing various modifications of wave lengths, ranging from one meter and a half to three or four meters. If the suggestion were carried out, each subscriber would have a transmitting apparatus which would enable him to communicate with every other subscriber on his system. His receiver, on fie other hand, would be capable of receiving wireless messages sent on one wnve length only. "This particular wave length," says Professor Turpnln, "would really be his telephone number." The Lost Will Did Not Allot Them the Farm cross-curre- d AG? mZRD T IS the willow tassel-tim- e of spring and on the pebbly bed of a clear, cold mountain brook Is a nest full of eggs placed there by a careful mother In the Z most Ideal situntlon for the future growth and development of the young infant trout. If you are fortunate enough to be there at the right time and peep down, you will observe the tiny Infant strumming to get free by splitting open the egg. First to get out Into the water Is the tall which wags helplessly about until the bulky head is entirely free from the shell In which It has been confined all winter. As yet, the Infant Is more like a tadpole than a fish, much too weak to search for food. So It Is that nature provides a wonderful means of by placing on Its breast a round snc, or yolk of the egg. For a few weeks the young infant lies helplessly on its side In the pehbky sand "bottle-fed," so to spenk, gaining blood and strength till the yolk-saIs empty. During that time the body grows more shapely, the large round eyes seem to shrink, and the Infant begins to realize It Is time to leave the dark sandy bed of the brook and get some practice with tall and fins In swimming the rippling waters, for It needs to be vigorous nnd well prepared to enter an Independent career. In a little while we see the Infant searching round about sticks and stones after bottom creepers then, more bold, goes swimming with head up upstream after some of the plump little larvae thnt come drifting down along the surface. The first taste of natural food seems queer to him, but after several trials he likes It so well as to gobble every small creature In sight. His growth Is so rapid, that at two Inches long, he becomes aware thnt he Is a desirable tit-bfor the many enemies that surround him who are bent upon his destruction. In addition to his adroitness In the capture of food he must use skillful cunning to evade enpture. . . . We now find the schoolboy trout taking lessons from Dnine Nature nnd his Instinct as guides along the dangerous pitfalls of life; nfter many narrow escapes and adventures he attained the goal of bis desire. He Is now grown shupely In form, a true Salmo fontlnalls, lithe and graceful In movement very different from the Infant's abnormal head on a small body. He still wnurs the dnrk bars of youth across his sides, which nlready d show the lovely red and blue spots and the fins edged In bright orange. His great round baby eyes apiiear smaller, though grown keen to avert danger, for he no longer haunts the brookslde shallows, nearby, where the nodding violets are hnnging over the wnter's edge. He has now become shy Indeed, prefers to get away from sunlight and lie under the protecting roots of trees or lienenth a shelving rock from whence insects bt; dashes upwards nfter the ICAt float nlong like miniature yachts on the of the strenm. His school hours are not limited, his time is fully occupied both night and day for two purposes evading his enemies, and taking He Is now fully aware In nil the food available. of the dangerous rod or pole curried by the shnrp-eyewicked boy that creeps through the bushes well supplied with luscious worms to tempt him. A delicious morsel Is that wiggling worm, so rareHe ly seen In the rippling water of the brook. hns tried more than once to nip those worms from the curved bnrb that seems to be fashioned Just right to slide down his gullet along with the worms. Once he did mannge to gobble one; In a second he found himself yiinked out of his watery abode, but fortune was kind to let him Hop bnck to the water. It was a narrow squeak and he made a vow to take no more chances In the presence of C""p self-feedi- c it cream-colore- wing-cocke- d sur-fHc- e d boys and their poles, however Juicy and nice their worms might taste. Abundance of summer feeding finds the schoolHis sides boy trout has grown big Hnd strong. bulge out with henlthy roundness, nnd In trout-lun- d it Is not spring but In the fall "his fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love." He had become dissatisfied with the meager fare of the brooks, and so determined that when the heavy rains of Jlay caused the brook to rise In a roaring flood he would make the venture and run down into the big river for greater freedom and wider space, without serious thoughts as to how the change of environment would affect him good or bad. When he got there in his travel upstream he soon became aware of entirely new trials and dangers to encounter, for he found all the larger trout In the most desirable situations, savage and distrustful of the handsome young stranger's appearance among them. Driven from one place to another he hardly knew what to do or where to find a snug place to rest and feed. He wns mortally afraid of the big fellows, especially the ugly brown trout that showed fierce teeth with which nature had not provided him. . . . Onward he sped, and at last got to a mighty rock, Just in the middle of the stream, when the water surged past each side forming a round blanket of white foam on the surface. Just as he wns satisfied this would make an Ideal haunt to abide, he saw a great trout rushing at a tremendous rate to the river bed, rooting his nose among the pebbles, vainly trying to tear out a burbed fly fast to his upper lip. Failing to get free, the great trout went dashing up for a supreme effort to leap above the surface. . . . The great trout was seen no more by the young, yet startled lover, who at once decided to occupy the now vacant haunt, and take heed the angler did not likewise capture him. Almost every day other fish came to contest the rights of that Ideal place, but after many battles, he at last became sole occupant of the pool. In that fruitful place he gorged day and night till the fall of the year when In all his youthful vigor and strength. In brilliant array he left his favorite haunt In search of n mate. The long, cold winter Is at hand and the nrdent lover hns become the pnrent of six hundred Infants whom he will not see and If he did, would strike among them for a hearty meal. He Is now about to change quarters to the bed of a deep pool where the wnter Is least affected by freezing temperature, there to He dormant with other aquatic denizens, most of the time to be unconscious of any happening, of frost, snowstorms, ice jams, then, nt springtime to wake up with advanced Ideas of his prowess. No longer the young modest lover, he is very hungry, dominant, ready tor a fight, In fact a soldier of fortune flushed In the pride of vigorous adult trouthood he awaits with Impatience the awakening of aquatic life that comes immediately r has run down to the after the melted sea. Not so lusty as In the fall, his broad shoulders and sides are narrowed down by winter's fast, his appetite craves for more varied diet. With a body fifteen Inches long he can tnke In his maw, minnow with ease, a young musk rat, a four-Incor trout, and would not despise a frog. The pugnacious crawfish thnt scared him In Infantile days would find life very short once he got its tall between his wide Jaws. On the very day the temperature Is Just right, he moves awny from the dark winter pool, and during the Journey upstream he looks keenly about for helgrnniltes and other bottom creatures who, like him, have their spring appetite on keen edge. The river Is big, a torrent of rushing muddy water, but he dnrts onward towards the big rock, his favorite haunt of a season past which he finds He It familiar to be Just the same as of yore. snovv-wnte- slderable distance, he wandered about homeless, with the barbed minnow still fast to his Jaw and the line trailing nfter. For mnny dnys that minrock he now tortured him. At every sharp-edgerubbed nnd rubbed to get free from the obnoxious hook which at last enme off along with a piece of bone and flesh. After many dnys he returned to his lair again to meet the angler, his rod, and his d lures. The fifth nge finds our Justice domiciled In a very different situation thnn he occupied as the soldier, more in keeping with his rounded form nnd Jovlnl disposition. His previous characteristic, Impetuouslty Is replaced by a sedate though wobbly dnrt In taking his food at night. He has chosen a lair far down the river, where the water is wide, g and very deep, midst great boulders and rocks. Numerous nnd vnried are the neighbors round about him large and small chub, many bnss swim leisurely by to now and then, poach his favorite feeding place, to steal his dace and shiners. Grent suckers are everywhere licking the rocks or lying flat on the pebbly bed. Grown extremely wise and solemn the Justice never moves while the sun Is s flicker on up; after sundown, when the surfuce, you can perhaps see or hear periodic splashes, a proof that he now dines. It Is not a hurried function, but continues throughout the night. All the other denizens of his lair are familiar with his habits and have profound respect for him. His size commands It. The curved hook on his lower Jaw hns a sinister appearance and the weighty look of his broad shoulders nnd ponderous belly does not encournge or permit any Interference with his nctions or feeding, from setting No angler can seduce or sun till dewy morn. tempt him from his abode whatever skill or lures they employ by day at thnt time. . . . The sixth age ushers In the weakening grandeur of advancing nge, whereby gross Indulgence pays the penalty. For some cause or other the appetite wanes. Hungry desire no longer tempts him to move from the dark, deep hole he hns chosen; lying still the vnst bulk begins to dwindle away, the sides shrink to shnbblness and parasites attach to the skin, once so sleek and themselves shiny. . . . Last scene of all finds the pnntaloon at the foot of a great falls where no angler would lmngine a trout would choose to hnunt. Under shelving rocks far beneuth the boiling water there he lies, solitary nnd still dny nfter dny, week nfter week, without friends, without food, a prig-onin seinldnrkness nnd gloom. It Is lovely springtime, the river Is teeming with life nnd movement, the air Is tilled with insects sailing up and down, dropping their eggs on the rippling surface of the water. He sees or knows none of It his fins nnd tail nre still, and like a floating log he lies void of life, except that his great hooked lower Jaw moves up and down a wee bit taking In a pitiful remnant of the breath of life. Ills eyes nre lustless and dim, and the colorless lentherv skin hns patches of painful sores made by the pnrnsites thnt attack Innctlve bodies. Heavy rains now flood the river helpless and weak, his tail and fins have no power to buttle agnlnst the strong undertow and he Is swept nlong on his side once ngnln Into rapid wnter from his watery tomb. Awny far down the river Is a little boy, holding a willow wand; attached to It Is a line and hook baited with a small wriggling worm, fishing without any success for baby trout. The sharp-eyeboy perceives a strnnge flonting object coming downstream; a moment Inter the great monster trout with white belly skyward Is cast ashore right at his very feet slow-movin- night-moth- d n d In that cabinet." Tom stared at her, and slowly under' standing came Into his mind. "Thew It's all ours !" he exclaimed. "The five acre field and all of It I" "No, Tom !" said Mary. "Eh, my dear?" said Tom, slowly. "I don't want to claim It. I don'f want Mr. Ames to know. Tom, he paid a price for the property, the price of And I want honor and him to keep It, Tom." "You don't want the property, Mary?" "No, Tom. That Is why I am going to throw the will Into the fire unread." yours ours t "But, Maryl It's be Just must We Think of the boys. to them. The scoundrel has had It " all these years. My dear, you mnst "I won't, Tom, I won't," she cried. She flung "You don't understand." the paper Into the open fire ; it scorched against the coals and fluttered, beneath the grate. But Jlnrf hud run out of the room, her eyes blinded with tears of shame. She was thinking that she had been more than recompensed In Tom. But for the will's loss she would never have known the treachery in John Ames' heart. Tom Halloran stooped down and and picked the will out of the grute difbegan to read. The verbiage was ficult, but there was one sentence thSt stood out unmistakably: "To my half brother, John Ames, all that I possess, both real and personal will estate, In the conviction that he mnke a good husbihd for my adopted daughter, Mary." Slowly Tom watched the paper burn in the fire. And, though the full meaning of Mary's wish had not come home to him, something told him thut he must never let her know Ames wni still the rightful owner of the Newell aetata. self-respe- |