The Weber Literary Journal was it only a joke? A dirty trick had been played him somehow. Ah he began to see light "Kernel" Kapper but the heck of it the "Kernel" and Pike were the fastest friends. Pike would believe the "Kernel" every time. What was that Paul heard coming, now? Pike's gang, to be sure, and the "Kernel" leading them. "Yep, Pike; I'll lead ye right to the faller who did the dirty work fer you." It was the "Kernel" who spoke. Paul's case appeared hopeless. "Lemme at him, lemme at him," yelled Pike, threateningly. "You fallers stay out here 'till I see if he's in there. No, there ain't no back door. He can't escape." The "Kernel" entered the door. Paul dropped everything. "Uh-huh, Punk, ye seem kinda nervous. Listen ter me, and be quick about it. Them fallers out there is mighty sore at somebody and would be willing to prove it by force AND I KNOW THAT SOMEBODY IS YOU." "'Kernel', yer a dirty, crooked, scoundrel." The "Kernel" started towards the door. "No, ye ain't; no, ye ain't I'll take it all back." Paul was sweating the coldest sort of a sweat. "Can't ye save me somehow?" "Looks impossible," promised the "Kernel". "I'll call Sheriff Lem Hasser, and he'll lock the gang up." Paul tried his hardest to appear defiant. "Ha," laughed the "Kernel", "Lem ain't got up yet he ain't in his office 'till two. So just come on with me." Heavy footsteps sounded on the steps outside. "Lemme in, 'Kernel'." It was unmistakably Pike's voice. "Ye hear lemme in I'll bust in if ye don't open this door." Paul was near crazy with fright. The "Kernel" soothed him. "There is one more chance ye hear just one more and that is." Pike gave a vicious kick at the door. "Yes, yes, hurry he'll bust it in." "That is you must publish my 'Washington's Ode' today and we'll call it square." I guess the "Kernel" must have convinced old Pike that it was all a false alarm and that he is still hunting his true victim, for I am positive that Paul R. and Jupiter Punk are still alive. Another thing I know, is that the River Junction 30 The Weber Literary Journal Weekly Trumpet came out on time with the picture of the great Washington and the "Ode to Washington, the Father of Our Country," by Colonel George Kapper, occupying the central square on the important page. Eileen Love wept when thou didst pass, and closed thine eyes, And clothed thee in a gown of sunrise tint, And folded soft a rosebud in thy hand, And pillowed thy fair head on filmy lace, And bade thee sleep, and smiled to see how fair thou wert And turned away to weep. Love knelt beside thy loveliness and prayed, Love plead for strength to bear the crushing pain And thou didst hear, O, little Child of God, And healed the tear. How Infinite the ways we cannot know! Man can but be as children who accept, But lo! to hearts atuned to love and praise The gentle grace of dear ones gone before Descends from heights unseen to bless, And anchors man to the Eternal Shore. How dear the mem 'ry of her smiling face; How fast she binds us to Eternity; God, through her, grant us grace! Blanche Kendall McKey 31