"NATION NEVER GOES. BEYOND
"What do you mean?" asked Mary.
"Only what you have told me,
dear,'' I answered soothingly. "Don't
you say anything about it to him and
I'll tell Dick to take the young gentle
man in hand."
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
BY EDMUND VANCE COOKE
Game called. The day's hot work is
The Player is a man again
And even as you and other men
Is grateful that his rest is won.
Game called. The bleacher's right
He purchased with a few poor
Is forfeited. Outside the fence.
The Player calls his soul his own.
Game called. The effort which they
Was good because they saw it win;
For failure is our only sin;
A stronger struggle and they jeered.
Game called. And we have spent our
No more the mad mob roars and
The world turns from us and for
gets; The Game is Life, the Umpire, Death.
Game called. An error or a hit?
Why, what to us are praise or
We only know we played the game,
Home beckons and the Lights are
(Edmund Vance Cooke in "Bas
bology." Copyright, 1912, Forbes &
A MERRY MONARCH
Mr. P. M. Rushing molasses bar
rel got burned when Hacket & Priv
itt's store burned. He hopes to" fill
it again this fall, He is known as
the sorghum and pea king. Shirley
Riv ; - :; &$a
"A nation can never advance be
yond the point reached by its wo
men," says Mrs. Ernest Thompson
Seton, who believes in the vote for
"Why should it be an annoyance
that WQmen wjsh to express an in
terest in our government?" she asks.
"As mothers and wives and sisters,
our thought is an uplifting one, and
it is only our wish to make the world
a better place to live' in than it has
ever been. As we look about us we
see evils that need to be remedied.
"We are told that politics is a filthy
game. Then there is something
wrong. Give us the personal relation
to government and we will give you
statesmen in our sons."
All underground miners in On
tario now have the eight-hour day.
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