the utter foolishness 6f raising
daughters with no sense of respon
sibility. Most of the girls of the middle-well-to-do
class expend all their wits
in wheedling money for this or that
out of father, brother or husband.
The stores tempt them and they
buy on credit, trusting to luck tp be
able to pay. Is it any wonder that
when such a girl is thrown on her
own responsibility she is often not
strong enough to resist and that she
takes the easiest way?
I'm going to have a long talk with
Mollie, and as soon as I feel ,well
enough acquainted with Dick's father
I am going to ask him to give Mollie
a settled income.
Anyway, I have made a good friend
of Mollie and I am very happy over
it, for she is going to be a great Com
fort to me when Dick's away.
(Te Be Continued Monday.)
THE SOUL'S TEMPLE
By Berton Braley.
(Being the Creed of the True
My body is the temple of my soiil
And therefore I shall keep it clean
Joying in sunshine and the sweet
And all the sports which keep it hale
.' and whole.
My strength and vigor never shall
, To drugs or drink whichever
spread a snare.
Yet shall I always leap to do or
In service of mankind in any role.
My body is the house wherein I live
A goodly house and worthy of my
Each bone and sinew, every cell
If such an edifice God chose to give
It is not mine to ruin or tearj
But only for man's destiny to
At a public reception, old chap, I
was pleased to survey a dazzling dis
play of uniforms. Not being aware
that the blooming Yankees were adr
dieted to this sort of thing, you know,
I inquired of a stranger who the dis
tinguished chap in the most brilliant
uniform might be: And thusly he ex
"That nobby duck with the row
boat kelly and the gold lamp-shades
on his shoulders is the boss of a fleet
of U. S. battlewagons. He's ieavy
weight . champion scrapper on the
briny. . Any time he climbs up on the
winddeck of his little old steel dread
nix, the .band plays, the sailors do a
hornpipe rag, the crazy quilts wig-1-wag,
the big drink foams and the 13
Inch hie ""jacet bassobns swings
around, ready to blow the bed out of '
the ocean. Gome on and the smash- 3
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