h of Ormuzd and of Ind. He had won the second
battle of Aiken.

In silence he took his tombstone from his caddie's hand, in silence
wrote upon it, in silence planted it where his ball had stopped. General
Bullwigg bent himself stiffly to see what the fortunate winner had
written. And this was what he read:

Sacred to the Memory of
E. O. Jennings
78 + 20 = 98
Late Major in the Gallant 29th, Talked to
Death by a Liar

As for the gallant major (still far from mollified), he turned his back
upon a foe for the first time in his life and made off--almost running.

AN IDYL OF PELHAM BAY PARK

"It's real country out there," Fannie Davis had said. "Buttercups and
daisies. Come on, Lila! I won't go if you won't."

This sudden demonstration of friendship was too much for Lila. She
forgot that she had no stylish dress for the occasion, or that her
mother could not very well spare her for a whole day, and she promised
to be ready at nine o'clock on the following Sunday morning.

"Fannie Davis," she explained to her mother, "has asked me to go out to
Pelham Bay Park with her Sunday. And finally I said I would. I feel
sometimes as if I'd blow up if I didn't get a breath of fresh air after
all this hot spell."

She set her pretty mouth defiantly. She expected an argument. But he
mother only shrugged her shoulders and said,

"We could make your blue dress look real nice with a few trimmings."

They discussed ways and means until long after the younger children were
in bed and asleep.

By Saturday night the dress was ready, and Lila had turned her week's
wages back into the coffers of the department store where she worked in
exchange for a pair of near-silk brown stockings and a pair of stylish
oxford ties of patent leather.

"You look like a show-girl," was Fannie's enthusiastic comment. "I
wouldn't have believed it of you. Why, Lila, you're a regular little
peach!"

Lila became crimson with joy.

They boarded the subway for Simpson Street. The atmosphere was hot and
rancid. The two girls found standing-room only. Whenever the express
curved they were thrown violently from one side of the car to the other.
A young man who stood near them made a point on these occasions of
laying a hand on Lila's waist to steady her. She didn't know whether it
was proper to be angry or grateful.

"Don't pay any attention to him," said Fannie; "he's just tryi