. ,........% ‘
He was decided orrthe matter, and there
was no use of trying to change him. '
“Ah, come on, Finn,;' said the alder-
man. “She's gain’ in a minute."
“Sure there's nothin’ at all the matther
wid it, Tim," Larry explained. “It war me
an eye to business, "and I telephone for a
horse from mein department store-what?"
“Go on wld yez. Sure Oi cud walk while
r gettin' here. There's only wan
thing 0i’m sorry for.
“What is it?" asked the alderman.
“Oi‘m sorry that Larry didn't ax the pote
to go -wid um, so that we might have killed
um. Sure we'll niver get such an oppor-
Then Finnegan put on his hat, gave his
clothes a brush oi! with his hands. and
“Come on-, alderman, sure it's not so far
l>ac' We‘ll,lave the owld oil-sthove an’
wa . s
Nolan didn't the to leave Finnegan, and
so, being out, he kept out.
lkey wanted,to get out, but just then
the perverse auto set off again at the speed
limit, and he stayed in.
“Do youse tink dey wanted to shake us.
Finn?" asked Nolan. as the machine disap-
peared around a sand hill.
“Sure Oi do be thinkin‘ he'd sooner shake
the machine," chuckled Finnegan. “,
didn't he get Wan av thim Frinch t’ings
that go wid it, an’ not thry to dhrive it
“What do youse mean, Finn?” asked the
alderman. greatly puzzled.
“Wan av thim min, av coorse, that they
Sure he's ou‘y an in-
glneer. but they do call him something
different just to bother people.
“Ob. youse mean a shofur,” snorted the
“Yis, that's it. Why didn't Larry have
won av thim?” -
“Maybe he's afraid he'd run away wit’ de
"TlIEl'9‘S no fear av that,” laughed Fin-
negan, “for av he did he'd be sure to fetch
her back." '
The auto was out of sight, and Finnegan
and Nolan trudged on. ,
“Av they make the thing go at all they’ll
be coming baclcthis way an’ take us in,”
said Finnegan. -
But they llid not. r - '
The two travelers followed the‘ auto’s
tracks back to where they had started.
“Sure they must have broke down en-
tirely." declared Finnegan.
it had not.
Nolan made another discovery. .
“Look dere, Finn," he said.
o far away were the houses, and in
front of McCue‘s house was the auto.
They had been traveling in a circle. and
instead of keeping on, and finishing it,
they had turned back and gone all over it
“Alderman,” said the boss.
“We're a couple av fools.”
“Fur not goin’ in de auto!”
“No: but fer not foinding out where we
were before we started k."
De had a right to send someone for
us. and not make us walk all do way back.”
sputtered the alderman. “Dat settles dat
lobster.” ' . -
“Maybe there war a ralson." haid Tim.
(To us. ooxrtyrnu.)
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every chapter of this spirited story. ‘
Trying to Find Your Way
How many of my readers-l believe there
are several left yet outside of the lunatic
asylum-have arrived at a town in active
search of somebody who lives there, but
whether he lived upon the inskirts or the
outskirts or the’over-skirts they really do
Those of you who have been there-most
of you have, I guess-will appreciate the
position in which I was placed a few days
in search of a friend of mine, I arrived
just about’ noon in quite a large town in
New Jersey-State of red mud and mos-
quitoes, railroads and liquid lightning
i got off the train and approached the
station-master. who was having it hot and
heavy with a barrel of flour, which he was
trying to steer into the freight house.
"Beg pardon, Marquis." I said. “but do
you know where Mr. Skivers lives?‘
lie ceased trying to knock the flour barrel
“Who?” he asked.
“Mr. Skivers." '
“ Red hair?“
“Mustache?” ’ .>
“Mustache or dirt-I ain't sure."
‘Yes; that is the reason I
my cigars. You know him?"
‘Yes-at least I did."
“Why don't you now?"
“Because he's dead. Fell through a hay-
rigglng a year ago. Broke both lungs."
'I said, sorrowfully, that I did norwsut
that Skivers. I had not arrived to unearth
corpses. The Skivers I was after was alive
an w .
“What is his drsi: name?” queried the
agen . '
“Don't know him. Know Timothy
Brown, thou h. He lives down two blocks
-little red house. Maybe you want him?"
‘Then go over to the hotel. Maybe Dick
behind the bar knows," and the agent pro-
ceeded to resume his affray with the bar-
I thanked him, and went to the hotel, the
most prominent features of which- were the
week's washing heating in the breeze from
the piazza which encircled the house, and
the horse-trough, at which a mule driven
by a half-asleep darky was tryingto kill
I found Dick at the bar. ‘
' not wear a collar, but presented
evidences of civilization in the shape of a
paste-diamond pin as ig as your fist, and
as excessively brilliant as a lump of putty
dropped in cold dust.
“Good-day, sir,” said be. “What can I
do for you?" ‘
“Cigar first," answered 1. “Next, infor-
I got the cigar.
It was a New Jersey cigar.
New Jersey cigars are made'to encourage
the match industry. They are formed of
cement and India rubber, and cast in an
ron foundry. It takes three boxes of
matches to 1ighLone. '
“Now,” I said. as I tried to put! away at
the cigar and make believe I liked it, “do
you know Timothy Skivers?"
“Old John Shivers’ son?"
“Of course I do." '
“Where does he live?”
Dick scratched his head.
‘Blamed if you ain't got me now." be ex-
claimed “But the old man could tell you
I sup s ."
At last I had a clew.
- “Know where the old man lives?” I ask-
“Whor '1" ‘
“Colorado, I think; though Andy Jones
did let on something about him having re-
moved to New Mexico. Left here a year
Grimly I stalked out, crushed again.
I wandered aimlessly out into the street.
The usual town loafer. with his usual
cigar and usual spit-freckled pavement in
front of him, stood gazing languldly upon
the corner at nothing at all.
I braced him.
“Are you scquainted with Tim Skivers,
cully?" interrogated 1.
He sized me n .
“Nico pin you've got,” lrreverently said
“You're a Yorker?"
“Know Patsy Cuff!‘
“Funny. Thought all Yorkers knew Pat.
Bully lad. Does the singing for a,clam
wagon. And say!" ‘
“Is that the last style of hat?"
“Don't like it.
pick ’hout you?"
His questioning was growing monoton-
ous. It was eating me, so I iinally asked:
“Do you, or don't you, know where Tim
Placidly he replied, as he first whistled
at a dog across the street: -
“Never heard of his nibbs."
l floated away.
And when l traversed about half a block.
I heard him call after me:
“if I was you l‘d put an extension upon
that seemore coat. The patches on your
pants give you dead away.
I made no reply, however, but kept on
till I fell in with an angel who was sawing
wood outside of a house.
I put my old query:
“Know ‘m Skivers?"
“Course I do."
“Where does he live?"
lie ceased snwin .
“See that white house?" and he pointed
“(lo right down the street for two blocks.
It's tart. Got a tooth-
take the footpath across the lumber yard,
turn to your left past the soap factory, cut
across the vacant lot till you come to the
iron works, then go straight ahead, and
on will arrive at Tim’s house. It's got a
horse-block in front of the door; you can't.
I said I hoped not, and staggered on.
I got bounced through the lumber yard
by the watchman, fell over the boxes in
front of the soap factory, had to nee for
dear life from a belligerent goat in the va-
cant lot, and at the iron foundry a bulldo
came out and tasted my leg. Oh, I enjoyed
myse . .
But I found the house.
A Hibernian slave was digging potatoes
in the garden, and I called to him: '
“This Mr. $kivers'!" I asked.
“Where is be?"
“At the blacksmith shop." -
Now, I didn't know any more where the
blacksmith‘s shop was than I do of the
whereabouts of the Holy Grail. So 1 char-
tered a small boy for five cents to show me.
r. Skivers was not at the blacksmith
He had gone to the grocery.
At the grocery-he had gone to the bar-
There I found-not my Timothy Sklvers,
but another one, his cousin. I
I explained the state of'the case to the
wrong Timothy. and he tol me where to
hnd the right Timothy, about three miles
away. at the other end of the town.
I had to foot it,,because the‘town only
had one public hack. and that was away at
a funeral. s
Footsore, dusty and mad enough to bite
a telegraph wire, I arrived at last at my
To meet his sister, who sweetly said:
“Come to see Tim?” .
“I'm so sorry.”
“He waited till he thought you were not
' I'm afraid
Won't you come in and rest a while?“
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about the Baird mansion, as when he rode
in the motor car; an his haunting the cor-
ridors and galleries of the Capitol, that cul-
minated in his final attac
Ultimately he went to‘an asylum, and
the purse of the really good-hearted man
whom he tried to kill was more than once
opened to secure for him better treatment
and more comforts than often fall to the
That- Senator Baird had thought much
about what he would like to do for Ed goes
without saying. This was to bear fruit
One day old>Senator Crosby, observing
Walford at his everlasting habit of reading
and making notes as he read, called him
“My boy,” said he, “I don't believe I have
made you suthcient personal acknowledge-
ment for what you did for me the other
“That was not much, sir,” began Wal-
for . ,
“In itself it might go without much no-
tice," continued Mr. Crosby. “But, taken
with that way you have of always being on
ban when wanted, and showing yourself
so surprisingly well posted in things that a
page seldom bothers about, means much-
especially to your future. What do you
intend to do with yourself, after your ser-
vice here expires?" ‘
, Here was a subject Ed had thought over
a great deal.
“rnr: JEWEL use is NOT nuns!"
“In a general way I would like to be a
lawyer," returned our hero. “lpalsn like
mistress, politics is even more disappoint-
“I suppose so, sir, But after I get all
cut of this position and being in Washing-
ton I can. my thought is to go out west,
or to my native State, enter some law of-
fice, and work my way to some good open-
“it is a noble ambition, young man. I
honor you for entertaining it. If I can
ever be of service to you. I hope you will
let me know. In the meantime, young fel-
lows are often hampered by lack of ready
means. Ilere are ten dollars which I trust
you will take in the same spirit in which it
‘ Walford accepted the present gratefully,
promising that it would not be wasted. He
was about to retire when the senator add-
“In about a week I am going to make
another extended speech on a. measure that
is to come over from the house relating to
tariff duties on coal, steel, and rehned oil."
“Yes, sir. I see that the present bill is
giving no end of discussion all over the
country. ' -
“You are now quite a fair stenographcr. ‘
Also, your service to me in my speech on
naval affairs convinces me that you would ‘
e a reliable hand at hunting out refer-
ences in law and fact, as relate to,this
proposed measure. How would you like
to put in some of your spare time for the
next few days in the Congressional Li-
“Doing what, sir?" observed Ed, cau-
tiously. I ' ‘
“I will supply you with a schedule of
points on which I shall require facts and
statistics. You can look them up, take
them down in shorthand, and my secretary
will transcribe them on the typewriter for
my use. is its. go?"
he old senator, one of the most distin-
party then in power, smiled blandly at
Walford‘s acute, eager expression.
“All right, sir.
confidence, and will do the work as best
I can-night; times mostly.
be offended when I say that, personally. I
am in sympathy with the other side.”
This, from a lad in the middle of his
‘teens as to age, tickled the veteran states-
man immensely. He shook hands with Ed
“You will do, my ‘boy-‘you will cer-
tainly do. One of the hrsi: requisites of a
lawyer. ‘ind also a
will not let your personal bias influence
what you have to do Moreover,
such work opens young eyes to other opin-
ions than their own., Miss Gwynn, my sec-
retary. will send you the schedule."
Nothing was said about pay, but Wal-
ford did not let that trouble him at all.
He was winning his way more by what he
did than what he expected to get for it.
Later he found that Mr. Baird's influence
and recommendation had much to do with
Crosby’: selecting Walford from other
pages to do this work. It was one of the
ways wherein Mr. Baird began on show he
was taking more than a. passing interest in ,‘
the page from his own State.
by to deliver his great speech on the tariff
the notes submitted by Walford were the
best and most complete of al
Others: too, were at work supplying Cros-
by with information, for,he was a most
A it was all over Walford received a
kindly note from Miss Gwynn, thanking
and complimenting him for thoroughness
and accuracy, and enclosing a check for
twentydollars more. signed by the sena-
tor. Walford felt like standing on his head
for joy. ”
keeps on,” thought he, “I will
put the dear folks at home on easy street
right away." ,
As a result of various tips and fees re-
sulting from the note that had befallen
him since the crank episode. he could count
11 more than a hundred dollars. in addi-
tion to his regular pay as a. page. But what
he did not send home he put in a savings
bank. after buying a choice suit for Miss
Edna's party, now near at hand.
one day Mr. Baird sent for him to a com-
mittee room. V
“Wallord, there is to be a reception at
-the British embassy to-night. Mrs. Baird
and I are going. I cannot leave here this
afternoon. as the senate will go into ex-
ecutive session later."
"All right, sir,‘ said Ed as the senator
paused and appeared to be considering
something in his mind. -
“I was thinking whether you would he
as trustworthy in this as you have shown
yourself to be in other things."
“Perhaps, when you let me know what
I feel honored by your,’
But you Won't-
you wish me to do, I can at least-at least
,, , -
“ pshaw! Of course you will do.
What I want is this: you must go down'to
the Security Safe Deposit Co., with this
Il016- Th?!’ will give you Mrs. Baird's
jewel case. Put it in this hand-bag and
take it out to my house, and give it into
her own hands. Say I sent you, and then
you can have the rest of the evening to
'onrself." - ‘ -
“Very well, sir,” and Ed took the satchcl
and sealed letter that the senator gave him.
and started. s ‘
At the door heturncd. The senator was
again buried in some paperson the table
before him, but: Walford spoke again,
“Ought I not to get a note from Mrs.
Baird saying that the case was delivered to
her all right?”
Mr. Baird looked up at the boy. He re-
flected that he jewels were worth a good
deal of money. Perhaps Walford was right.
“Why, certainly. Do so if you wish,
though it does not matter."