mmmwmww s of Poor Richard By IRVING, BACHELLER Copyright by IRVING BACHELLER 2, AMERICA IN THE MAKING Irving Hacheller, in his new novel, "In the Days - of Poor Richard," has written a story of America in the making- ? of the United States In t lie days of Ben jamin Franklin. It Is & story, with a double appeal. One is to the reader .n search of entertaln ? 1= o 'ocnlnQf|n? le rraun ... mint, sinee there is a fascinating love story in it, spiced with ad venture and righting. This is the Tr? y, ?niu i *??? love-making of Jack Irons, *a young frontiersman, and Margaret Hire. Hit daughter of an English colonel. The other appeal Is to the go.'?d American who is inter est, d in his country's history. Franklin Is the dominating char acter of the story and as all good Americans know ? or should know ? he was human, engaging and lovable beyond the measure of niost of the great men of his day. And there were giants in those days, not the least of whom was Franklin. The reader gets vivid Kiimpses at historic moments of our American giants ? Washing ton, Hamilton, Adams, Jefferson and the rest, as well as such ac tors in the drama of nation-mak ing as Andre and Benedict Arnold. Jt ends with a fine picture of Poor Richard In his last days, ut tering those homely philosophies which are both historic and classic. CHAPTER |l The Horse Valley Adventure. "The first time I saw the boy, Ja Irons, he was about nine years old. was in Sir William Johnson's camp ^f magnificent Mohawk warriors at bany. Jack was so active and succe ful in the games, between the red bo and the white, that the Indians call him 'Boiling Water.' His laugh a^ tireless spirit reminded me of a moiHp tain brook. There was no lad, nea his age, who could run so fast, or junojp so faf, or shoot so well with the b or the rifle. I carried him on my ba to his home, he urging me on as if had been a battle horse and when were come to the house, he ran abo doing his chores. I helped him, a our work accomplished, we went do to the river for a swim, and to surprise, I found him a well-taug fish. We became friends and alw* when I have thought of him, the wor Happy Face have come to me. It wi I think, a better nickname than 'Boj}| ing Water,' although there was mu^fi propriety In the latter. I knew th' his energy given to labor would compllsh much and when I left him, repeated the words which my fath had often quoted In my hearing: " 'Seest tnou a man diligent in calling? He shall stand before kings This glimpse of John Irons, Jr.? fa mlliarly known as Jack Irons ? is frofja a letter of Benjamin Franklin to h wife. Nothing further is recorded of h boyhood until, about eight years latel , what was known as the "Horse Valley Adventure" occurred. A full account of it follows with due regard for back ground and color: "It was the season o' the gre moon," said old Solomon BinkUs, sco and interpreter, as he leaned over, tlje campfire and flicked a Goal out of t ashes with his forefinger and twiddl it up to his oipe bowl. In the a he was known as "old Solomoj^ Binkus," not by reason of his age, f he was only about thirty-eight, but i a mark of deference. Those who foj lowed him in the bush had a faith in his wisdom that was childlike. "I ha