'ROUTING THE ENEMY
M. -
"Tow a Swarm of Busy Little
) Bees Put Train Robbers
„ to Flight.
By ALVAH JORDON GARTH.
Spick and span as a polished toy,
taewly lacquered and metal trimmed,
old 96, crack locomotive ot the Over
hand Special, tooted to a stop at
iBeachville. There it took one pas
senger aboard, and then clanged on
its way again, a miracle of life and
* beauty.
The engineer handled the lever with
•the dignity of a man ruling the des
tinies of a world. His foreman, the
envy of all short run operators along
ithe line, fired the coal into the blazing
[box like an expert tossing a ball and
lenjoying it. It was a big thing to run
the handsome twenty-four-wheeler.
•The proudest man among the train
[crew, however, was Jack Danby, and
•the most delighted passenger was the
jone just taken aboard—Jack's father.
Gray, grim and very much set in his
old-fashioned farmer ways, he was
;considerably excited over taking his
first ride of consequence behind the
Iron horse.
Jack had started in at railroad work
(four vears before the present time.
!He had worked his way up to a very
good salary, and was now assistant
express messenger o» the Mountain
run. His father was anxious to visit
his brother, who lived two hundred
miles away. At first, stubborn in his
ideas as to time-honored usages, he
was bent on making the journey on
horseback. The prospect of a free
ride influenced him, however, and here
he was, an honored guest of his Bon
in the express car.
^ “There's a cushioned chair for you.
■father." said Jack, opening the side
^door the six inches permitted by the
protection chain. “Just view the
scenery and make yourself comforta
ble.”
“You must be a great favorite, Jack,
to get a job in the very first car of
the train. What’s that iron box in the
corner?" asked the old man.
"That's the express company's safe,”
explained Jack. “We’re carrying the
pay roll of two sections tonight. I
presume there's a quarter of a million
dollars in that safe.”
L “And something else, Jack!”
|a.ughed‘his mate, Dave Hardy. “Your
• ", "has locked up his first engagement
; for safe keeping, Mr. Danby.”
h, who's it for?” inquired the old
r pricking up his ears.
. hv, who could it be for but pret
bailee Burdick?" asked Jack,
11, iinfc furiously. “I hope you don’t
find any objections, father?”
“Yes, I do,” declared the farmer. “I
object to your not having married her
long ago. I would ,if I'd been in your
shoes. Ha. ha!”
The old man sat at the breezy open
ing in the doorway, watching the fast
Hying landscape with manifest con
tentment and delight. He had come
iboard with an old-fashioned satchel
*nd what seemed like a cardboard box
about two feet square. It was done up
in manila paper and this with his
;atchel he kept close beside him.
"What you got in that box, father?”
isked Jack finally.
“Nothing to attract you, son. You’ve
been so long away from the farm it
wouldn’t interest you."
As it began to grow dusk the land
scape ceased to interest Mr. Danby.
They had lunch. The old man began
to yawn.
“See here, father,” said Jack, “in the
head end of the car yonder there’s a
cot. Dave and I spell each other on
It on the long runs sometimes. Rest
a bit. won’t you?”
“I believe I will,” assented the farm
er.
The dead-end of the car was parti
tioned off with a door in the middle.
This had once contained a pane of
glass to admit light, but it was missing
now. Jack soon heard his father
Bnoring. He and his mate were sort
ing some second-class express matter
about an hour later when a crash
laroused them.
a In went the panel of the platform
Moor. Then end of a crowbar, intruded.
"Hands up!” ordered one at them,
and the trainmen found themselves
threatened with two glittering revolv
ers.
Resistance meant sure death, and
Jack and Dave were forced to suc
cumb to being bound hand and foot.
The men carried them to the. door
way of the dead end, threw them
upon the floor, and proceeded to as
sault the steel safe. One of them
faced the prison place of their cap
tives, weapon leveled.
His companion must have been
working some fifteen minutes on the
stubborn strong box, when the old
farmer awoke.
“Father,” spoke Jack quickly,
“don’t stir, don’t raise your voice
above a whisper."
“Why not?” Inquired the old man.
‘‘Train robbers!” announced Dave
in a cautious voice.
“You don’t say so—where?” de
manded the farmer.
“Out in the other part of the car.
We are bound hand and foot. They'll
put you in the same fix if they dis
cover you.”
Jack proceeded to explain the situ
ation in detail.
“H’m,” muttered the old man. “Two
against us three. What’s the matter
with me setting you free and pitching
Into the critters?"
“Because they are armed and ready
to shoot,” warned Jack.
The old man ventured cautiously to
the door window and peered through.
Then he retreated into the darkness.
Jack heard him chuckle and approach
the door again, his mysterious box in
his hand.
“For goodness’ sake, father, don’t
do anything rash!” he pleaded.
“Oh, no. I’ll only give those fellows
a rash,” said the old man, with a sup
pressed laugh.
There was the sound of ripping pa
per and breaking wood. Then one
end of the box lid was slid gently
across the window space.
“Hi! what’s that?" sharply yelled
the man at the safe, dropping his bur
glarious tools in a hurry.
“I should say so! Bees!” yelled his
partner. “Ouch! Murder! There’s a
dozen of them! A thousand! A
swarm!”
The captives heard a weapon clang
to the floor of the car and the sound
of hurrying footsteps. Suddenly old
Danby dashed into the other part of
the car. There was a yell, the
sounds of a scuffle. Glancing out, the
amazed Jack saw his father corner
ing one of the train robbers with his
own revolver.
“Into that other part, double quick.”
ordered the staunch old hero. “Un
tie those boys, or I’ll pepper ye!”
The Overland Special arrived at its
next stop with its treasure chest in
tact and with a bound prisoner. His
comrade, amid the agony of the bee
bites, had leaped from the train.
Old Danby knew so much about the
little honey makers that he soon had
them out of the car and back in the
box destined for his brother.
“There's a history to that ring,”
explained Jack, as he slipped the en
gagement circlet on the finger of
blushing Nance Burdick back at their
home town a few evenings later.
“Yes," chuckled his father seri
ously, “a history with a life pass over
the road for yours truly, and a check
from the railroad company big enough
to spare something for a wedding
present.”
(Copyright, 1912, by W. G. Chapman.)
Different Note,
The teacher turned the slip of pa
per over with a smile. "I think I shall
have it framed and hung on the wall
for my encouragement whenever I am
cast down," she said.
“What can be in it?” questioned
her friend. “I don't get any notes
from mothers that I want to hang on
the wall."
“This is the first I wanted to keep.
It is from Mrs. Warren, and tells me
how pleased she is that Teddy is do
ing so well, and is so interested. And
there is added a complimentary word
for the teacher. I can't tell you how
It cheered me. I think In my ten
years’ experience I’ve had all the
varieties of complaining notes, but
this is the first ‘praising’ one. I’m in
terested in all my pupils, of course,
but I can’t help feeling a little addi
tional interest in Teddy since I see
that my efforts are understood and
appreciated."
“I suppose lots of mothers feel grate
ful to a teacher for her efforts,” said
the other, musingly.
"Well, I wish more of them would
take the trouble to say so,” said the
first.—Mother’s Magazine.
Thin Chauffeurs.
The latest disciples of the gossip of
anti-fat are professional chauffeurs.
“It’s scant rations for me if I want
to keep my job,” said one driver.
“Cloak models and ballet dancers are
not more careful of their figures than
us fellows will have to be if the own
ers of automobiles keep on getting
squeamish about their tires. We’ve got
to be lightweights, every one of us.
Time was when the man who wanted
a chauffeur hired the chap who knew
best how to manage a machine, no
matter how much he weighed, but
lately somebody has been giving the
fat chauffeur a black eye by figuring
out that his extra fifty pounds or so
is a terrible wear and tear on. the au
tomobile. That has scared the owner
of the car. There’s no use, he ar
gues, In adding to an automobile’s un
avoidable hardships, consequently
only chauffeurs who are regular
ggggynmuH
TRUTH TWISTING
HURTS RETAILERS
Customers Bamboozled by Spe
cial Sales—Misuse of Adver
tising Power.
By HARRY R. DRUMMOND.
The retailer has contributed liberal
ly to the present condition of things
in the advertising business. Collec
tively speaking, he has spent vast
sums of money in educating the con
sumer along lines that are not condu
cive to standardization.
Of the least sought, least bought
things in the average retail store “reg
ular” goods at “regular” prices stand
at the top. Everything is “special"
and all merchandise is said to be
“worth” much more than the prices
asked. People have been taught to
keep away from goods until they are
"reduced” in price.
It would be ridiculous to assume
that much of thiB advertising is truth
ful. The majority of it is not. It
takes an inventive genius to satisfy
the average retailer when he wants an
advertising man.
Truth — plain, straight-from-the
shoulder truth—seems to have been
crowded out of the advertising pro
gram as far the retailer is concern
ed.
Fake Special Sales.
With the increase of success of
“Clearance Sales” come the corre
sponding dechease of “regular” busi
ness during the “regular” season at
"regular" prices—which called for the
“invention” of “special sales.”
These special sales have grown in
number until now there are special
sales six days a week and fifty-two
weeks a year, barring holidays.
“'The values quoted during these
sales are for the most part imaginary
—purely inventive, but they give the
buying public a fear of tackling any
regular goods at regular prices.
There is a lack of faith, a feeling of
distrust permeating every line of
business; a feeling that is proving
disastrous to piany retailers and is
at the same time helping the mall or
der houses.
Following Thanksgiving the retail
stores of New York began spending
money right and left, urging early
shopping. They do this every year
and they do it less effectively every
I year.
cany snopping i-arce.
The Sunday papers of December 22
contained, among other things, the an
nouncement of Kesner’s store that for
the last mad rush all seasonable and
holiday merchandise has been reduced
In price one-half and less. Macy’s ad
vertised “Reductions in Most Depart
ments." Lord & Taylor offered great
reductions in the prices of men’s
house coats, carriage bags, silk
hosiery, laces, umbrellas. Saks & Co.
mentioned reductions in men's house
coats, women's house robes, motor
case, fur trimmed coats, furs, silk
hose and other appropriate Christmas
goods. Greenhut, Siegel-Cooper Co.
announced “a two days’ sale of Christ
mas goods, in which regular prices are
heavily reduced,” and so on ad lib.
Fine lot of stuff! It w-as that way
last year and for years preceding. It
will be that way next year. That is
what the retailer is using advertising
for—to educate the people to these
tricks that would disgust even Rret
Hart's immortalized Heathen Chinee.
They p lunt their breaking faith with
early shoppers—pay good money for
space to tell the people who bought
early in December that they were
chumps, that they were easy marks,
suckers and dubs. They rub it in—
and. simply because advertising edu
cates. because it really delivers the
goods, they raise a howl.
Misuse of Advertising.
The retailer misuses advertising.
He uses it as a narcotic rather than
a stimulant, and, as he is unfair to
customers, so is he unfair to advertis
ing.
There are exceptions to this rule.
There is one store, of which the
writer was advertising manager for
some time, where the customer who
made purchases on December X, was
not asked to pay one cent more than
the customer who bought on Decem
ber 24.
This is but a timely illustration. In
January the bars were let down so
that we might buy our winter cloth
ing, our linens, furniture and many
other staples that should be sold Just
as reasonably at one time as another.
It is the misuse of power that is do
ing this.
One merchant, in complaining of the
mail order houses and the business
they do, said to the writer: “Why Is
It that people will buy. unslght, un
seen, from mall order houses, trusting
them to pick and choose, while they
pass up the retail store, where they
know the merchant and can see the
goods?”
riUHUMili
It 1b a lack of standardization, a
twisting of the truth, the creating of
a spirit of doubt that Is hurting the
retailer and hurting advertising. The
retailer has little room to complain.
It Is largely his own fault
NOVEL BANK ADVERTISING
Western Institution Tells Farmers
How to Improve Conditions Instead
of Giving Financial Notes.
Out In the western part of Oklaho
homa a bank changes its advertise
ment in the weekly home paper each
time that the paper rolls from the
press.
In bank advertisements It has been
considered rather dignified to have a
standing card, omitting much of the
reading matter which is pertinent to a
retail store or to the Introduction of
a new brand of breakfast food, or that
other necessity, a popular brand of
smoking tobacco.
But the bank referred to knows
mighty little about a standing display
ad. The officers of that bank have
messages for their customers, and
they deliver the mesages through the
columns of the local newspapers.
One week the bank offered some
timely suggestions about the Impor
tance of raising feed crops to enable
farmers to fatten live stock. In an
other issue the bank officials urged
the farmers to increase their docks of
poultry, so that a dne revenue would
be derived.
The following week the advertising
space which the bank paid for con
tained much valuable information
about selecting pure seed. Another
advertisement pertained to the pur
chase and installation of solos.
Not once have the bank advertise
ments referred to money matters;
that’s the strange part of the publicity
methods which the bank has adopted.
The reason is apparent. The officers
of that western Oklahoma bank are de
termined that farmers shall prosper.
When such a condition is universal,
the bank management is aware of the
fact that all of the industries of the
community will be prosperous.
Other banks in the state are follow
ing similar lines and, while it is not
to be expected that banks shall aban
don their customary methods of an
nouncing various matters connected
with finance, the advancement which
communities are making by the co
operation of farmers and bankers is
quite certain to attract the attention
of other bankers, to the end that both
professions will obtain lasting bene
fits.
ODD CHURCH ADVERTISEMENT
Minister Advertises for “100 Men to
Take Up Paying Proposition”
and Gets Results.
A striking advertisement in a Laur
el. Md., newspaper for "100 men to
take up the best paying proposition
they ever entered upon” drew a gath
ering of fifty men to the Southern
Methodist church recently. Rev. Wat
son E. Holley, pastor, who signed him
self to the advertisement as "agent,”
told the men that he wanted them for
his Bible class and induced them to
join it.
Here is the advertisement that drew
the men:
"Wanted—Next Sunday morning at
9:15 o’clock, 100 men to take up the
best paying proposition they ever have
entered upon. If you work hard dur
ing the week this proposition will not
be a bit tiresome, but rather It will
be helpful and greatly beneficial to
your welfare. We want you to appre
ciate and understand this proposition,
because it contains everything need
ful to be known or done and It will
bring you good results. Only those
who mean business need apply. Come
early to avoid the rush. Apply Sun
day at our local office, Southern
Methodist church.
"REV. WATSON HOLLEY.
"Agent.”
RECIPE FOR SUCCESS.
Late to bed
And early to rise.
Hustle all day
-and advertise.
FUN IN ADVERTISEMENTS.
The following advertisements ap
peared in various papers some years
ago:
“Bulldog for sale; will eat any
thing; very fond of children."
"Wanted a boy to be partly out
side and partly inside the counter."
"Widow in comfortable circum
stances wishes to marry two sons.”
"Annual sale now on; don't go
elsewhere to be cheated: come here.”
“A lady wants to sell her piano, as
she is going abroad In a strong. Iron
frame.”
"Lost, near Hlghgate Archway, an
umbrella belonging to a gentleman
with a bent rib and a bone handle.”
"Mr. Jones, furrier, begs to an
nounce that he will make up gowns,
caps, etc., for ladles out of their own
skins.”
“Wanted, an airy bedroom for a
gentleman 22 feet long and 11 jfeet
wide.”
Recently this Item appeared 1b a
daily paper:
WHETHER approached by rail
way from Constantinople,
by boat or steamer on any
one of its three rivers, or
by carriage, the quaint old
Jlty of Adrianople, next to Constan
tinople, the last stronghold today of
the Turks In Europe, is a most attrac
tive one. Founded centuries ago,
years before Hadrian, in the fourth
century, rebuilt It and newly christ
ened it in his own honor, Hadrianopo
lls, its position at the Juncture of
three navigable rivers, the Maritza,
Arda and Tunja, gave it loading com
mercial Importance In the early days
of ancient Thrace. It was also, al
most from the first, at the crossing
of several overland routes, which gave
an added dignity of position.
With a hundred thousand popula
tion, half of which is Turkish, the re
mainder Bulgarian, Armenian and
Jewish, Adrianople, but 140 miles
northwest of Constantinople, is so
close to the border line between the
Occident and the Orient, that the
streets are filled with the seeming
masquerade of all nations. A red
fezzed Turk passes, followed by a
brown-skinned son of the desert, re
splendent in his Arab jacket and tur
ban embroidered in gold; a weary
camel driver jostles a ragged Mecca
pilgram; a slender, yellow-coated Jew
walks beside a prosperous English
merchant; Bulgarian fruit merchants
and water sellers are everywhere and
instead of cabs at the street corners
there are groups of saddled donkeys
patiently awaiting passengers.
oireeis Narrow.
Stretching for a mile down one of
the city’s odd, narrow ten-foot streets,
with the balconied housetops fairly
meeting overhead, is the famous "long
bazar" of Adrianople. Here in the
tiny shops, where we would think no
business could possibly be transacted,
and of which there are literally thou
sands, a vast amount of industry and
commerce are concentrated. Silk
shops with thousands of dollars’ worth
of rare and filmy fabrics are separated
by but a thin partition from a busy
cabinet maker with his exquisitely
carved work, or on the other side,
from a noisy coppersmith, who all day
long pounds industriously upon his ar
tistic vases and basins. Small don
keys, abnormally wise, and awkward,
shambling camels carry loads of mer
chandise up and down the narrow
streets, urgent drivers clearing the
way before them. One other large
bazar, and innumerable small shops
crowd the leading streets, but the
greater part of the daily business is
done in the "long bazar,” which is al
ways visited by strangers and tourists.
Even more noted than this long line
of little shops and revered by all Mo
hammedans next to the wonderful
mosque of San Sofia at Constantinople,
is the famous mosque of Sultan Selin,
in the heart of Adrianople. Towering
high above the huge central dome, rise
the four tall minarets of purest mar
ble. No cities in the world, save those
of predominant Moslem faith, know
the singular architectural beauty of
these dainty, slender, and almost
etherial, minarets. In the bright morn
ing sunlight they seem, in their mar
ble V(hiteness, almost like waxen tap
ers ready to light at Allah’s great al
tar, but the early evening shadows,
they gleam as if they were silver
spears, each tipped with a golden star.
In some of the Oriental cities hun
dreds of these graceful minarets rise
into the bluest of skies, a constant
delight to the artist's and architect’s
eyes. Constantinople has over a thou
sand, which add immeasurably to the
fascination and beauty of that city.
‘Come to Prayer.”
Each minaret ia circled by two or
three little balconies, finely carved or
chiseled, and from one of these, five
times a day the muezzin or Mohamme
dan caller to prayer, chants out the
sacred formula ot Islam, which is
heard all through Turkey, India, Egypt
and in parts of Macedonia; “God is
great—there is but one God—Moham
med is his prophet—Prayer is better
than sleep—Come to prayer." To
ward each of the four points of the
compass is the call uttered. The Se
lim mosque minarets are so tall that
the two hundred marble steps to be
highest balcony are but a third of
| the distance to the top.
Another prominent feature in Adria
nople streets, as in every Moslem city,
is the ever-present fountain, in a thou
sand forms of utility, grace and beau
ty. These abundant water supplies
abound for two reasons, first, because
no good Mohammedan ever uses liquor
in any form, and second, five times at
least each day, before he can offer
his prayer to Allah, must his hands be
clean. And so it comes, usually by
private benefaction, that almost every
street corner, and always every
mosque, has its fountain for refresh
ment and cleansing. While some are
simple, of gray stone or dull brick
many are more pretentious, made of
beautifully carved marble, sometimes
gilded, or decorated with mosaic,
which holds its soft colorings for many
years through sun and rain. Fine
lattice work, almost lace-like in its
delicate tracery, is often found on
fountains near large and important
mosques.
Travelers and missionaries tell of
a quaint and odd festival in Adrain
ople which, beginning on the third of
May each year, lasts three days, gen
eral merrymaking being the rule with
all classes. One of the chief features
of the holiday seems to be the pur
chase of a new pair of shoes for ev
eryone, old or young, rich or poor.
As one approaches the city, a
strange and, to American eyes, an unu
sual sight is seen in the outskirts.
Storks, with their long red legs and
yellow, bills are everywhere abundant
during the spring and summer. Con
fident of protection they perch on
housetop, chimney, old wall about the
city, trees and even fountains and
mosques. They nest in July and as
soon as the young birds can fly in the
early fall, they migrate to Africa, and
their annual flights are of interest to
tohse who have seen them many
times.
Centuries ago Adrianople was a
strongly fortified city, with a great
stone wall surrounding and protecting
it. In the battles which have waged
to and fro around and over the city,
in the intervening years, the wall has
been destroyed, and now only ruins
can be found, but they plainly tell the
long, historic story in their gray and
battered confusion.
cunree. of
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adrianopll
OLD CITY BEING REBUILT
Possibly In a Few Years a Completely
Reconstructed Pompeii Will De
light the Visitor.
When first they began to dig out
long-burled Pompeii, everything found
there was taken to Naples, leaving
nothing in the excavated places but
the bare ruined walls.
Of late years a more rational plan
has been followed, of leaving in place
using all the material found, even to
the fragment of the roof tiles.
On the iamous street of Abundance
he has rebuilt even the upper stories
and balconies and restored the win
dows and facades. This gives a new
idea of the style of the city of pleas
ure.
A recently uncovered fresco repre
sents Venus standing on a chariot
drawn by four elephants.
Very Suspicious.
Crook (to pal)—Say, Bill, I haln’t
nonthu—you