The Boy Scout Treasure Hunters

h that the boy on the road, trusting to chance for friends, is much more apt to fall a prey to people of the J. Jervice variety. He remembered the pitiful plight of a b

ful as her son, though she neither made j

o meet them. "After he had committed assault and battery on my del

in alarm. "Your face is scratched

ather worse accidents. Take a look at this othe

y time he goes out. I'll just show you up to the bathroom. There is plenty of hot w

th embarrassment

t," he protested. "You

ld suit of Willie's has been lying around for years,

long it may turn two or three handsprings when it gets out in the sunshine, but o

Glen felt that he was indeed fortunate. He actually concluded that he was getting better treatment than he dese

u," announced Bill. "You have

y who wants to do right always has a place with me. But yo

e able to. I'l

fellow he needs. He's had the plan

," interrupted Will. "Ver

u know how they have all acted or spo

o; that's the

d you know it's as bright a thought as ever helped any man to a

to that big hospital and get my old pegs fixed up so they

aid Glen. "I'd do most anyth

brand of goodness," said Will. "He didn't talk a bit that way when

bjected Glen. "I was trying

observed Will. "That reminds me, boy. It is now time fo

that matters, until a f

ncer. "Did you say not much t

ifteen l

ened then that mattered a wonderful lot to one person, even if it didn

Glen, "my moth

s he lived. Don't you suppose it mattered to them that th

!" volunte

ated: "Why, Glen! I didn't say anything o

pped his hands in

y. Bound to have what you want. No self restraint at all. If you want it, nothing

every little thing about a boy matters to mother. It's always important to her what he does, and if he does wrong to-day she is sure that he certainly will do better to-morrow.

terrupted o

" cried Mrs. Spencer. "

him Jonathan once or twice, though m

e care of a boy that way. We know the Gateses very well and they're t

ther adventures with J. Jervice, his final escape,

usy day. I just read about it in the evening paper. Excepting that it was funny I wondered wha

olded back to a column hea

dler. One came briskly to the county clerk's office this morning. He was

chant,' said he to ou

clerk. 'I see you are d

eed Mr. Peddler. 'B

rrupted the clerk. 'Fi

tant, just now,' urged the pedd

ur efficient clerk. 'You must pay

t to peddle now.

nger than you want if you break our ord

a license. I want t

st bound to have his way). 'You should have informatio

could make in a whole day, and I don't aim

e one sale that we kno

just forget about it an' I'll tell you h

hat's worse and worse. Here, Mr. Sher

ff had fully clamped his grip. He went away in great wrath, taking with him not only the

Our county officers will insist upon payment. They do not fear to discourage their visits for these fly-by-nights are the very men who cheat our citizens, sometimes stealin

len, as he laid down the paper. "I d

"Now that Mr. Jervice has had to pay a five dollar license fee, all because h

d Mrs. Spencer, energetically. "I'll give him a

e," said Jolly Bill. "He

o be gratified with a sight of Mr. Jervice immediate

id in helping her crippled son to his bed on the ground floor, she show

means a lot to us just now. It isn't so much that I care about the money, although Willie insists that I must have this home all clear of debt. But the main thing with me is to see my boy able to