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i J THE SOUTHERN GUARDIAN PageTUr FOUND IN THE PICTURES ,..e..e..e..o..e..l..e..i.*e..e..e..o..e..e.o..o..e..e..e..o..o..e..e. "You don't want to stay for the pic- tures, do you?" asked Laura in the tone of one' who expects the answer to be "No." Bet blushed. She took a childish de- light in motion pictures, but from the chatter about her, she gathered that it was considered childish to sit through I the whole performance. Her cousiu! Laura seemed to regard the taste for I vaudeville itself rather indicative of elementary development. "Do you mind?" Beth asked timidly "There's fire department pictures." With a shrug of her shoulder, her cousin settled back in the seat as the lights went out and the frst picture was thrown on the 'screen. The prop- erty man and his fellows on the stage supplied the clanging of the bells and the screech of the whistles and to Beth it was all very real. Then the street with its engines vanished from the screei to be replaced by a con- trasting picture of three firemen sit- ting in quarters engaged in a game of cards. Their faces were large enough to show the play of expression and the audience shrieked at the pantomimic humor. But Beth had leaned forward and was looking eagerly at the screen. Laura tugged at her skirt but the girl did not realize it. There upon the screen was Thad Burnham. She was sure of it. The picture changed again and she sank back into her seat quiv- ering in every muscle. Rapidly she explained to Laura how Thad had gone away from hmne, how his letters had stopped and his mother could find no trace of him. "His mother's heart is breaking for l him," she declared. "I must find him and tell him to write home." She left her seat and with trembling limbs started up the aisle, Laura fol- lowing her country cousin curiously. An usher directed her to the balcony where the machine was operated, and she waited until the operator had fin- ished. He could give her little information other than to furnish her with the ad- dress of the firm which had taken the pictures. She could scarcely wait us. til the next morning to continue her search, and she started immediately after breakfast with a male cousin as an escort. The manager was courteous and seemed to take an interest in her quest. The pictures had been made in! town, lie explained, and he gave her the number and address of the engine company. It was far uptown but she could not rest and in a short time she stood in front of the tiny desk beside the glittering engine. "Is Mr. Burnham a fireman here?" she asked with trembling voice. "Tommy Burnham is with seven ink," he explained. "I am looking for Thadwlck Burn- m," she explained. "He-was photo- ..'phed here for some motion pic- tures." "Wickes, Roe and Casey posed for that picture" he declared. "You mean this?" He took down from the wall a small framed photograph, evidently an en- largement of the picture film. "That's Thad," she cried. "I'm sure of it." "Call Roe down," commanded s voice behind her. The fireman sprang to salute and Beth turned to face a kindly faced man with gold instead of silver buttons and crossed trumpets on his cap front. "Stand where you will be in the light," directed the newcomer, a stepped into the background. Wonu. ingly she obeyed his directions as in answer te the call a man came sliding down the brass pole. Before she could speak he had turned around and came toward her. "Hello, Beth," he cried. "Where did you come from?" "What is your name?" demanded the battalion chief. Instinctively the man's hand went to salute, and lie gave a puzzled laugh. "It's Burnham," he said, "yet I know I'm called Roe. What's the mat- ter?" "You remember the Jane street fire in the shop where you worked?" sug- gested the chief. Thad nodded. "But you forget that in Jumping to the net you fell short and struck on your head. When you came out of the hos- pital, you had forgotten whom you were." "I remember now," Thad exclaimed. "The boys were interested in me and kept me going until I could get in the department. You gave me Richard Roe for a name, oh?" "I saw you in the picture at the theater," Beth explained. "I knew it was you." "Which is more than I did," he laughed. "I've been some one else for nearly a year now. Is mother---" Beth nodded as his voice faltered. "She is alive," she assured, "but very lonesome. She thinks your are dead." The chief stepped forward. "I'm go- Ing up to see the foreman," he said huskily. "Put in your application for leave and I'll see that headquarters grants it." He stamped up the stairs, and Thad turned to Beth. "And you?" he asked. "Have you--" "I've been waiting, too," she assured as her hand stole into his. "We can have a pretty good honey- moon in 30 days," smiled Thad. "We'll send the picture men some of the cake." "We must," she agreed, as he kissed her right before the man on watch. "I found you in the picture." I II The Village Library I i (Enter small boy with two books ! under his arm.) Small Boy (to young woman librar- ian)--My mother wants two new books. She says she hasn't a thing to read. Librarian-- Very well. Lay the books down, Jimmy, and I'll see what I can do when I get through putting these things away. Jimmy (laying the books on the ta- ble)--She says not to send her any- thing she's already read. She says last time Miss SmiU sent her a book she'd read and she was awful mad because she says Miss Smith does that all the time. She says she-won't send for books any more when Miss Smith's here. Librarian (mentally admiring Miss Smith's perspicuity and determining to follow her example--Well, I'll try to find her. something. Jimmy--Say, she says for me te tell you not to send her any more of these here old books about dogs and ani- mals and things. She says last time you sent her one of these old nature factory books and she Just hated it. And she says --Hello Fritz! (to sec- ond small boy, who enters, followed by a dog). "Say, I been lookin' for you. Say, I'm going to smash your face for telling the fellers I can't pitch at the game Saturday. Librarian--Boys, you must be quiet. Jimmy, here's a book for your mother. Jlmmy--I bet she won't like this one. She don't never like these here brown colored ones. Say, Fritz, you come on outside and I'll punch your head for you. I bet I'll learn you not to go round sayin'-- (Small boys clatter out.) (Enters young wmnan with a book which she throws down on the desk.) Young Woman--Bess Perkins, what did you mean my -ecommending that book to me? If you do such a thing again l'll have you arrested for mak- ing false representations. It's th stupidest thiug I ever struck. Do you mean to say you really liked it? IAbrarfan--Yes, I did like it very much. But you must remember that I told you I didn't know whether you would like it or not. All I said was that I liked it. (Laughs.) Young WomanOh, I suppose your taste is good enough, Bess, but in this case yours and mine don't agree. Say, is this all the new fiction you have? Why, 1 never saw such a poky old library. Why don't you get some good books? Librarian--That's a very brilliant idea, my dear. I'll speak to the li- brary board about it. You know the board selects the books and it is al- ways glad to have practical sugges- tions. Young Woman--You're rather bril- liant yourself this afternoon it seems to me. (She saunters around the room for a few minutes, taking down a book occasionally and putting tt back again with disgusted expres- sion. "I wish they'd pU t me on the library board. I'd like to show them the kind of books they ought to buy. But as you haven't anything fit to read, I'll go home and sew awhile. I'm making a perfectly beautiful em- broidered waist. I'll bring it over here tomorrow and show it to you. Librarian--Bring it over and work on it and keep me company. There hasn't been anybody here today but two small boys and a dog, and prob- ably there won't be anybody tomor- row, so we can have the place to our- selves. Young WomanThat'll be fine. I'll bring some lemons and sugar and some cookies and we can have a little tea party. Librarian--Don't forget. Be sure to come. Goodby. (Young woman departs. Enter small boy, slamming the door behind him.) Small Boy--Say, Miss Perkins, tell me a good book to read. Say, the last time I was to the library Miss Smith she handed me a lemon, all right. It was named "The Parents' Insistent," or something. Say, it was the limit. I never read but one of the stories, but that one was on the bum, all right. Say, it was 'bout a feller had a piece of string or something and he rolled it in a ball and kep' it, and put it in his pocket and everything, and then one day he broke his bow'n arrer and he took the string and fixed it, and he got the prize. Say, I nearly died laughin' at the story. I bet I wouldn't a kep' that little old piece of string like he did. Say, Miss Perkins, I got to speak a piece at school the last day. Say, can you tell me some-' thing to speak? Librarian--What kind of a piece do you have to have, Fred? Fred---Oh, smnething funny or may- be something not funny. I don't know; just some kind of a piece. One of the kids he's going to recite some- thing, l've forgotten what he's going to recite. Say, Miss Perkins, here's a piece of gum. A kid out here give it to me and I'm going to bust i in two and give you a piece. Librarian (hastily)--Oh, don't both- er to break It, Fred. You'd better keep It .all. Fred--Aw, be a sport. I vet you're afraid somebody'll see you chewin' it. Geel There's Jack Parker out there. 1 guess t better go out and see him about the game Saturday. (Exit.) (with a sigh of relief)- Well, our feast of reason and flow of soul is over for today. I shall now make a lightning change from librar. man to janitress and close the II. brarY. I It' III]1 ii The Summe r Cottage Pony Billy was introduced on the prem- ises by Anna when she came to clean house. As I saw her rattling along down the wooded road in her old rick- ety cart drawn by a small and busi- nesslike bay pony I did not clasp my hands to my heart with a premonition of trouble--I was too busy thrilling with joy at the prospect of turning the battle against cobwebs and dust over to her. She unhitched the pony and tied him to the back of the cart out- side the fence with his nose iu a bunch of hay under the seat. The sun was shining fiercely on him a little later when I noticed him and had a surge of philinthropy. "it's a shame!" said I. "I am going to tie him inside, in the shade, where he can eat grass. It'll save mowing it!" Billy turned a mild and trustful eye upon my approach. It was then that I saw a cherished grapevine that had been trailed over the fence at the ex- pense of much time and several yards of twine had been eaten bare. Not a leaf remained. Early that morning it had been a mass of green. "You imp!" I said and slapped Billy. He was tied short. To eat those leaves he must have performed an acrobatic twist that would have been well worth seeing. He did not seem in the least concerned as I Jerked him inside the fence and tied him, but rubbed my shoulder with his soft nose. I harden- ed my heart. There are people who use exactly the same tactics as Billy and they should be disapproved of on principle. Some time later I looked out at Bil- ly. I never did have a head for math- ematics and I had been too liberal in the length of the rope. Having eaten all the grass in a circle Billy was now with great enthusiasm and gusto en- Joying a salad of my scarlet geranium bed recently set out at so much per geranium. "Billy!" I shrieked, Just as he bit off the top of the sixth geranium. He merely flicked his tail and seemed in- jured when I hauled him back. Hold- ing his ears firmly, I glared into his countenance and told him a few things. Wriggling loose, he tried to stick his nose into my apron pocket. "You are not in the least cute!" I insisted coldly. "I am not impressed at all, understand! I prefer beauty of character to parlor tricks and it's plain to be seen you ave an abandoned and hardened case!" Then I tied him to a small tree in the midst of an avid waste of moss, sprouting acorns and other unappetiz- ing things, for it really seemed that by this time Billy must be entirely filled with food. Leaving him to his "meditations I stalked away.. It was Anna, washing windows, who saw the deed. "That bad horse!" she commented with cheerful stolidity. "He is now eating things above!" It was true. Twisting and stretch- ing his neck like a serpent. Billy reached a waving tendril'of the grape* vines trained over a rustic arbor and hauled in several yards. He was standing on tiptoes o do It. We went out and seriously considered the mat- ter after separating Billy from his aerial feast. The only safe place for him was on the fireplace mantel or the roof. Still, from the latter he probably would spring agilely into the treetops and devour those. If there had been an abandoned well ou the place he could have been lowered into that till Anne was ready to depart.. Comfortably bulging from his numer- ous repasts, Billy watched us with mild and liquid eye as we debated. He whinnied beguilil-agly. He seemel to think he was a favorite wltll tee family, instead of an outcast. I got the yardstick and measured. Tied around by the corner of the house, it seemed that Billy would be rendered utterly innocuous and help- less. He could not reach the peach tree with six peaches on it, which are more to me than diamonds. He could not reach the young beeches to gnaw the bark and he could not touch the wood- bins over the house. Under his feet was good, plain sand, on which he might gorge if he cared to, and over his head unlimited quantities of air. i tied him in vindictive triumph while he tried to rub his nose against my cheek and whinnied the depth of his affection. There was no doubt he was a social horse. "There!" 1 crowed. "Now go ahead and do your worst!" An hour later it'was time to get our noonday dinner and.I sought the kitchen. Hastily stepping into the pantry, I got a shock that finished me. Through the open window from outside projected, Billy's head, and ha was Just consuming the last of the rhubarb pie that I had baked early that day and set on a chair to cooL. He licked his Jaws as he twinkled nis eyes at me. If he coals have talked he would have murmured: "You tohi me to!" I am golog to save up money and buy. Billy. I think he would be far more interesting than a parrot or a buldog, Science Called to Aid Business. As white truffl.s have nothing like the market value of black ones--the black truffle of Perigord, for example, is worth $4.40 a pound, while its humbler w,hite cousin of Bergundy only brings 40 cents to 75 cents-- means have been found to make the cheaper delicacy assume the outward appearance of the dearer. Placing the Responsibility Chester Albury Fletcher straddled his coaster and patiently waited for the old lady who was descending the steep hill to reach the bottom. Chester did not like old ladles--at least when they were on the Gardner street hill. Gardner street had gutter covers at the street corners and one coutd coast the whole three blocks of the hill, and run along on the level sidewalk for perhaps another block. The Red Racer could go further than any other coaster when the axles were greased--which was whenever Ches- ter could find a wagon and ne driver watching. Mrs. Halsey finally reached the bot- tom of the hill and turned Into Sut- ton street, so with a whoop Chester drew up his feet and the Red Racer was off. The coaster gained speed with every revolution of the wheels and at the end of the second block was tearing along finely. Chester had lately encountered a coal wagon freshly greased and the axles of his own wagon were now well supplied. He yelled a warning as he neared the corner of Sutton street. Ben Tracts was crossing the street in a strangely absent minded manner. He did not seem to hear the shouts ner the rattle of the wheels, and Chester, being but eight and yet to experience his own first touch of the master pas- sion, could not know that Elsie Bay- ard, coming along Sutton street in the opposite direction, was responsible for Ben's abstraction. It is rather embarrassing to come face to face with a girl who only the night before has passionately declared that she never wants to see you again. Travis was wondering whether to bow or to act as though he had never seen Elsie before. In the face of such an absorbing prob- lem it was not strange that he should not hear the coaster. Elsie herself was equally engaged in trying to decide whether she would bow coldly if Ben did bow and so it happened that, unconscious of the rat- tie of the wheels, she stepped almost directly in the path ef the speeding coaster. With a quick twist of the wheels Chester essayed to pass between the two. He could have made it had not Ben sprung forward o push Elsie out of the way and had come himself di- rectly in the path of the machine. "There was a crash, a cry and Ches- ter rolled over into the gutter while Ben lay still and white at Elsie's feet. Unmindful of her dainty dress, Elsie threw herself upon her knees beside the unconscious man. A little crowd soon gathered and proffered aid. One brodght a glass of water aud @lth this Elsie restored Ben to consciousness and assisted him into the drug store on the corner. He had been badly haken up. but Elsie's ministrations were more potent than the stimuhmt that the druggist proffred, and pres- ently he rose weakly to his feet and announced his ability to get home un. assisted. "I am going with you." declared El- sie. "You are not fit to go by your- self." "Do not trouble," urged Ben, though his eyes twinkled. "You have done far more than 1 have a right to expect from a stranger." "Don't!" cried Elsie with a little shudder. "I was thinking of that when you lay there so still and white. Had you died I never could have forgiven myself." "Then you mean--?" questioned Ben. "I mean that I am sorry for last night," she confessed. "But if it had not been for the accident I should not have realized it." "Funny l didn't hear the cart com- ing. I saw you and I was wondering whether you would recognize me." "I was wondering If you would bow," admitted Elsie. "Then the first thing that I knew the cart was com- ing toward me and you .sprang to save me and got hurt yourself. That Fletcher boy ought to be given a good spanking." "To the contrary," demurred Ben "I think "that we owe him a great deal. I wonder what became of him?" I "There's the cart," suggested Elsie, pointing to a battered wheel and a splintered plank by the roadway. Behind the tree they discovered Chester, bravely blinking back the tears as he regarded the remnants of his once cherished possession. "What did you Jump that way for?  he demanded of Ben. as he looked up to encounter Travis' gaze. "I could have steered between you easy as not." "But we didn't want anything to come 'between us," explained Travis with the twinkle in his eye. "He was trying to save me from be- ing run down," added Elsie proudly. "I could have made it easy," de- clared Chester, his pride as a steers- nmn aroused. "It was because he jumped when he shouldn't that I hit him." "If you put it in that light," sug- gested Travis with a laugh. "suppose that you take ihe wreck over to the wagqn shop and tell them te make it good and send the bill to me." Chester regarded Travis gratefully. "You're all right," he declared. "Most people act like I run 'era down on purpose." "This," explained Travis, "was an act of the gods. You are relieved of responsibility," and he limped off with Elsie's help, leaving Chester still amazed. MAKIN{] 600D ROADS foremostagalns*" the planadvocates, were soon among its New Jersey began state aid with an ppropriation of $50,000 per year, this um was soon increased to five times UNITED STATES AWAY BEHIND the amount. The state aid plan of road building spread from state to REST OF THE WORLD IN state, until now fully half of the states THIS WORK. have adopted it, and it has everywhere proved popular and successful. It is the plan that gets the roads and so EVOLUTION OF THE HIGHWAY distributes the burden that the taxa- tion is not appreciably higher than it Awakening of the People to Necessity fdr Road Improvement Slow Pro- cess---State Governments at Last ArousedVote Money for Work, By HOWARD H. GROSS. was before. State aid would have been impractical in the early days of the republic, but now under the coun- try-wide plan of distribution of food products and the factory output and the enormous amount of city and cor- porate property, all of which is benefitted by good reads. The plan re- Is it not strange that in this coun- moves a heavy burden from the farm- try, where we have the largest aggre ors. by requiring all classes of property gate of wealth that the world has ever known and where we have achieved the greatest success in hu- man history along certain lines of en- deavor, that we have failed to keep pace with the march of progress, and that we are a century hehind the rest of the world in the matter of handling public roads? The conditions of the highways in American are a great surprise to the foreign traveler, who has been used to smooth, hard roads throughout his land. Upon his arrival in New York he is overwhelmed by the immensity of the buildings and the gigantic scale upon which everything is done. A day or two in the metropolis prepares him to believe that Americans can do anything and accomplish anything. The resources of the country seem to be boundless. In this frame of mind he starts his Journey we stward# and to stand its Just proportion of the cost. New York presents a striking exam- ple of the growth of the good roads sentiment and the possibilities of road construction. This state began state aid with a measly appropriation of $50,000, but- in five years by a heavy majority voted a constitutional amend- ment authorizing the issue of $50,000,- 000 of bonds for state aid in road building. Thus the wave of progress goes on with increasing momentum, and it will eventually sweep the whole country. When one looks back over "the cam- paign for good roads in any community he finds that when the subject was first brought up scores of good pep. ple became frightened at the ex- pense, and they were loud in denuncia- tion of the proposal saying and be- lieving, that tt meant the confiscation of their property. That they never 8plsndid Trap Road Near LaGrand, Ore. 'Phis splendid road Is near La Grands, Oregon. It is built of Trap Rock and has proven of inestimable benefit to a fine stretch of country. Nine such roads are to be built. Photo supplied by the United States Office of Public Roads. from the railway window he can see could stand the tax and that good roads that are practically bottomless and teams struggling through the mire that is nearly knee deep. He ls perfectly amazed that such conditions should obtain. He cannot understand why it should be so in a country that has such marvelous resources. The fact is that America is the only coun- try in the world that is rich enough to stand the drain, handicap and the losses that bad roads impose. Again, may we ask, why is it that in this land, where so many great successes have been cored in so many fields that we have utterly failed in dealing with the highways? In the writer's opinion the reason will be found in certain fundamental mis- conceptions. They date back to co- lonial times. In the early days the penple settled along the water courses, in the valleys. Farming was done in a primitive way. It was the day of the homespun. The hand loom and spinning wheel were found every- where. The people lived very simply; what they wore, they made; what they ate, they raised. The community was self-centered and had very little to do with the settlement over the hills In the next valley. The spirit of home rule was everywhere dominant. The roads were regarded purely as of local concern. They were Just such roads as the people cared to build, and whether good or bad it was no one's business but their own. Thus the concept that the highways were purely a local matter and did not concern any one outside of the immediate vicinity became firmly es- tablished and held undisputed sway until about 20 years ago, when a New Jersey man made a discovery that was far more important than finding the north pole, and that was that the roads were public property--they be- longed to all the people and as such it was the state's duty to take up the question of highway improvement and not leave the whole burden upon the township where the amount nf taxable property was dmlted. It was shown that the world's food supply had to pass over these roads and that bad roads increased the cost of delivery-- made the food supply intermittent In- stead of constant, and that bad roads produced a hoary burden to every one and was a serious economic error. A movement-was started for state aid in road building. It met great oppo- sition, and principally from those who would most greatly benefit from it-- the farmers. They feared it was- a scheme to take the roads out of their hands, and no telling where they would land or what taxation would be put upon them, but the movement grew because it was right. In two or three years after the people had had the experience of building roads un- der the plan, had used and paid for them--they found it was a splendid In- ve'stment and that instead of adding to their burdens the good roads took many burdev- off. The plan hecame so popular t, ppesition died out and those who at first were strongly roads spelled ruin. In every case, how. ever, where the plan was proceeded with by state aid, the people were sur- prised that they had the roads and that they did not feel the tax, that, in fact, more and more roads were demanded, up to the lawful limit. Thus it has ever been, and probably will be, for years to come. Good roads mean more social life, more pleasure, less drudgery. They mean better schools, a more enlight- ened and intelligent citizenship, they mean progress and civilization. HA3N'T SEEN Ir SINCE. I She--You ought to see that man in evening clothes Hel'd like to: he borrowed tny ress Stlil three I)nntbs ago WH' HE LAID IN h SUPPLY, Cy Haytol--Waal  recuor, I'd bet- ter gut h dozen pair of them I.s.r, old, ere -:. they'll wan spine fOl them. new fangled dresses at home