I tell ye, Peggy, it pays to read the newspapers.

This one's give me a hint how to carve out a future career, an' I'll write a story as'll make them girl edyturs set up an' take notice." "Make it someth'n' 'bout Injuns," suggested Peggy.

"I ain't read a Injun story fer years." "No; they're out o' fashion," observed Skim loftily.

"What folks want now is a detective story.

Feller sees a hole in a fence an' says, 'Ha! there's ben a murder!' Somebody asks what makes him think so, an' the detective feller says, takin' out a magnifie-in' glass, 'Thet hole's a bullet-hole, an' the traces o' blood aroun' the edges shows the bullet went through a human body afore it went through the fence.' 'Then,' says some one, 'where's the body ?' 'That,' says the detective, 'is what we mus' diskiver.' So the story goes on to show how the body were diskivered an' who did the murderin'." "By Jupe, thet's great!" cried Peggy admiringly.