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THE PROMISE of FALL

Francelia sat on the steps, all huddled up.-ohia in hands. She Bhivered a little as the sharp wind drove against her. With misty eyes she looked at the sodden ground, the few dirty-brown leaves that clung to the gaunt trees, and the cold gray mist that lay over the hillside. - - "Miss Francelia, you come in here. You'll get sick." called, old Mrs. Adams, the housekeeper. . Francelia didn't turn her head. "I'm watching for the postman," she answered listlessly. Mrs. Adams sighed and closed the door. Ever since Francelia's mother had been taken to the hospital in the city, Francelia had been like a lost Mrs. Adams had long ago given up trying to make her cheerful. Old Uncle Abe, who "helped" around the place, came into the front yard with his rake. "Crisp weathah," he remarked. Francelia looked up. "I hate the fall," she exclaimed. "Everything is dying dying " She choked and then dived into her sweater pocket tor her little ball of a handkerchief. Uncle Abe shook his head. "All wrong, all wrong," he declared, and leaned reflectively on his rake. "Ain't nothin' dyin'. Not a-tall. Just puttin' away." "It's the same thing," said Francelia gloomily. "Nothin' of the soht. You-all puts away sumah things when wintah comes packs 'em away in moth-balls. Jest what old Dame Nature's doln'. Throwin away old worn-out leaves she won't want to weah next summah, packin' away all the little seeds, so keerful, so's to have 'em all ready for springtime. Gettin' rid of lots of trash, and thinkin' all the time about how

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nice she'll fix things up when winA little smile crept over Francelia's face. "Maybe you're right," she said. "Maybe when things seem so gloomy, It's JuBt getting readv for something better." Suddenly she darted to her feet, and ran to meet the postman. There was a letter for her. and she tore it open quickly. "Oh, Uncle Abe," she cried, "it's from mother herself. She's getting better!" Uncle Abe nodded. "I jest knew It.' 'he said. "Aftah fall tain't long til bettah weathah." The Burial of Cleo Cleo was bored with the fashionnhlfi hotel wherrf she and her moth er were spending the summer. She was sick of being dressed up all day so that her mother could be gratified by hearing people exclaim, "What a lovely child!" when ehft suecestod that 6he wanted to swim, her mother was horrified. "The idea!" she snorted. "You know how hard I work to get your hair curled nicely. The water would take it right out. Don't talk swimming to me again." Mrs. Peabody was taking her afternoon nap, Cleo, dressed in one of her white beruffled dresse3, went off for a walk by herself along the seashore. Back from the beach Bhe fouud a clump of bushes. She eat down In their shade lone"Hey! What's struck you? You look as glum as an oyster. Cheer up, the worst is yet to come." A sun-tanned body of her own age, wearing a wet bathing cuit, grinned at her. Cleo grinned back, though she knew her mother would disapprove of her picking up some common boy this way. "Why don't you

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come in?" he inquired. "Water's!

great." "Can't swim," she answered dolefully. "Bet I could teach you in a Jiffy." "But I haven't any bathing suit." "That's easy. I have an extra one I can get you in a second. Wait here." The astonishing boy was off and in a minute was back with a suit and cap for her. He waited while she got into the suit back in the bushes. Then the lesson began. After while they came up on the beach to rest. First she buried him in the sand. Then he buried her, until she looked like a big sandhill. He was just putting on the finishing touches when the terrified Cleo hoard her mother's voice, close by. "Some one said she went this way. I can't imagine where she la all this time." The sandhill wriggled and erupted. Mrs. Peabody screamed as she gazed at Cleo. "Why didn't you keep still!" whispered the boy. Some strange lady was with her mother. Mrs. Peabody always liked to impress strange ladies. Cleo was panic-stricken. "So this is your daughter," said the lady graciously, "and the Van DePuyster boy, I believe." Mrs. Peabody looked surprised. Van DePuyster 1 She smiled sweetly. "Yes, they're great friends. Don't let us bother you, my dears." "Can you beat that!" gasped Cleo, as they passed on. "Come on. Bury me again. Mothers are the funniest things there are." TheL eaves "Little leaves, little eaves, why do you dance?" "I dance," says the leaves, "because I am happy." "Little leaves, little leaves, why do you sing?" "I sing," says the leaves, "because I have not much longer to stay." "Good-byef then! "Goodbye!" Lena Reddington, grade 4A, Starr school. HONORABLE MENTION We wish to make special mention of the following juniors who sent in contributions which we were unable to pubish and to ask them to try writing a story on a new subject or in a different way and send it in soon: Leslie A. Anderson, grade 9B, Garfield J. H. S.; Elizabeth Ellic, 3 A grade, Whitewater; Rose Kovach, 3A grade, Whitewater.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1922

FORTUNE TELLING By GARNET (In these ten lessons. Mrs. Garnet thatcuer, who has studied palmistry for 25 years, reveals the secrets of the age-oia art Uelieve as much of It as you want that's up to you. At any rate, you'll have fun telltnK vour friends' fortunes. An amateur fortune-teller Is always popular at parties.) The line of fortune, or sun-line is a partner of the fate-line in that It is the fame and, fortune that one's career will bring. Like the fatoTHE LINE line, It may rise any place between the wrist and the middle of the palm. The nearer the wrist it rises, the earlier in life good fortune begins. "' If the sun-line 13 long, straight, and unbroken (A-A, Fig. 1), it foretells good fortune all through life. If it rises at the time the fate-line leaves the life-line (A, Fig. 3). then success starts with your first business away from home. If, however, it begins between the head and the heart lines, there is not very much money until after 40. An island in the line (B, Fig. 2) reveals loss of money or property. . Star Is Lucky Sign A star on a good line means fame. If in the middle of the line (D, Fig. 3), fame comes early. If a line goes from the star to the mount of Jupiter (C, Fig. 3). it is a sure sign of satisfied ambition. Sarah Bernhardt has a large star in the middle of her line of fortune. Breaks in the line indicate changes. Several lines, if long and well-formed, show talents in several directions and success in the By Briggs

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THATCHER different lines, If they are deep as well. Long lines from Luna (E, Fig. 3) foretell that voyages come with, or help to bring, success. Success Predicted A good line of fortune means success, according to the type of hand on which it is found. If oa an artistic hand, It may mean fame, but not money. If on a business OF FORTUNE hand it may mean the building up of a big business, or merely a very good job. In any case it is satisfied ambition. There are many succesful and even wealthy people without this line, but they are usually moneygrabbers and never satisfied with what they have. GRADE CHILDREN CHECK ARITHMETIC PROBLEMS Boys and girls in the third grade and above, of the public schools, are now checking their arithmetic problems vigorously, for accuracy. "The lady next door to us keeps a grocery," one child told Miss Payne, the elementary supervisor, "and I asked her if she checked, and she said she did." "My father is a bond salesman," said one boy, although he gave no basis for his opinion, "and I am sure he doesn't check." The Fun Box That's So "The human anatomy," said the studious young man, "is a very wonderful thing, isn't it?" "Yes, I've noticed that," replied the red-headed freshman. "Why, if you pat a guy on the back, it makes his head swell." Not His Fault Mother: "Did you know that every time you draw your breath some one dies? I've been reading aboutt." Son: "WelL I can't help it. It I stop drawing my breath I'll die." A Puzzler Son: "Father, is a zebra a black animal with white stripes, or Is he a white animal with black stripes?" WANT. ADS BOY'S MACKINAW For sale; allwool; good as new: size from 12 to 14 years; will sell at low price. Also paper carrier's bag and boy's stocking cheap. Call soon at 715 South Eleventh street.