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THE RICE BELT JOURNAL WELSH PTG. CO., LTD., Pubs. WELSH, LOUISIANA THE JEW AND THE SYNAGOGUE Records Seem to Show That Member. ship Is by No Means What It Should Be. In 1906 there were, according to the census, 1,769 Jewish congregations in this country. Each of these may be said to have an average membership of 450 persons, according to the bul letin. In other words, less than S00. 000 Jewish men, women and children t were connected with Jewish congrega tions. But in 1906 it may be conservative ly estimated that there were certain ly no less than 1,6o00,000 Jews in this country, and that more probably there I were 2,000,000. t; What religious connections had f these hundreds of thousands of Jews s who were connected with no congrega tion? It would appear that one-half, fl if not more, of the Jews of this coun- it try have been lost hold of by the syna gogue. n Now, the figures may not be sole large as these indicate. There are more than 1,769 Jewish congregations, P but there are very few more apparent ly. A great many orthodox also wor- Ia ship in the chevras, and these evade w the observation of the statistical in quirer. Nevertheless these figures in- ' dicate fairly that the synagogue is h not holding Jews as much as it could. ni -American Hebrew. to Coupon Cutting. a In these after-the-holidays days the hi principal occupation of those on whose hands time otherwise hangs heavy is the clipping of coupons. A time-honored adage for this game is first get your securities and then pro qeed to prune them. The first part W d the process is of a varied nature. Pp Some inherit securitiel, others coin hi securities out of the profits of indus- of try, while still others have securities thrust on them. If one does not be long to either of these classes he can fu at least read of the mulcting of the bl holders of securities by one and an- ad other legal process and give thanks that he does not have to make forced I contributions of this nature. If one li has. the securities, he needs only a WE pair of shears and the fortitude to WC enact the drama that brings his secur- he ities over close to the point of matur- m ity. At this time of the year invest- fle ments look up, for the semi-annual dividends call for further investment, o and, perhaps, the acquisition of more securities.-Baltimore American. ste Automobile Emblems, his If any one with a taste for making be collections of unusual things should start to gather the special emblems made to fit on the screw cap of the he water-cooling apparatus of a motor lip car he might get quite a lot of them. he Only a few of these have been adopt- em ed by the makers of cars themselves, although it would seem to be just the pec place for some distinctive advertising in device. Most of these figures are the wh results of the imaginations of the own- w' ers of the cars, the latest illustration SO of this sort of thing being seen on the hio screw cap of the sporty looking car used in connection with the high-prea. tr sure service of the fire department .a This device is a miniature model of a a high-pressure hydrant, and serves to throw light on the legend "High Pres- Va sure," which is fastened on the rear of the automobile. mi Bridal Wreaths. whi "Enough bridal wreaths have been the sold in St. Paul this week to supply the needs for the year," said a sales- sad man of that city who handles artificial haV flowers. "It may not be generally fell known, but hundreds are sold here in E each year, and the pretty orange blos- Poo soms so often admired on the heads of pre] brides are often made of cloth and tins wax. It is a moot question as to den which looks better-real orange blos- w sons, which soon wither, or the arti. Into flcial kind." us Among the Italian, Greek and Ger- can man girls the artificial bridal wreaths We pular at weddings. In many to homes the wreath which the ore on her wedding day and u buttonhole bouquet which the dee] degroom wore are carefully kept eneath glass covers and handed bor down to another generation. Child Suicides in Russia, ing It may not be generally known that If th child suicides, so numerous in Ger. prizi many, .are nearly as common in Rus- vers eafa. During 1907 some 400 children GreE under 16 years of age are said to have his 1 taken their lives in Russia, nearly all amp of these, as with Germany's yearly prali 600, being pupils at secondary schools. man And as these secondary schools are altat modeled on those of Germany and woo( . the courses of study are severer, if and anything, overstrain must play a con. blan siderable part in producing the state the 1 of mliid which leads a child to take and its life. In some cases the abnormal that precociousness of the children was ex- to ti raordinary. "It agrei Sarce. tons "Yes," said the photographer, "we •do find women like that, but they're the I Svery rare." cellej "What do you mean?' * lean "Oh, now and then a woman comes us g itn who thinks a pr8ofile picture of her- Omit self will show her as pretty as she poin Sreally is."-Detrolt Free Press. agre _________ that At Present Prices. cann "To make an omelette you must dow ,bieak some eggs, you know." cnl t ", And to get the eggs you must a i reak the bank."-Kansas City Times. ·~-·........... BY - . NILL Lk5TRATIHO ONY RAY W1ALTER/ Y CQOYRR#k 7 BY OO7 CVSfS R0/LL Ct SYNOPSIS. U11- - 00,- 1 Miss Patricia Holbrook and Miss Helen ren Holbrook, her niece. were entrusted to the care of Iaurance Donovan, a writer, ga- summnring near Port Annandale. Miss Patricia confided to Donovan that she feared her brother Henry., who, ruined by IV- a hank failure, had constantly threatened an- her. Donovan discovered and captured an intruder, who proved to be Reginald ;this illespie, suitor for the hand of Helen. ere Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and her fa ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan bad fought an Italian assassin. He met the man he supposed was Holbrook. but who 'Ws said he was Hartridge. a canoe-maker. tga- Miss Pat announced her intention of al, fighting Henry Holbrook and not seeking another hiding place. Donovan met Helen UD- in garden at night. Duplicity of Helen 'na was confessed by the young lady. At night, disguised as a nun. Helen stole from the house. She met Resinald Gil SO lespie, who told her his love. Gtillespie are was confronted by Donovan. At the town ins, I postoffice Helen, unseen except by Dono vnt- van, slipped a draft for her father into the hand of the Italian' sailor. A young ,Or- lady resembling Miss Helen Holbrook ide was observed alone in a canoe, when in. Helen was thought to have been at home. i- (Gillespie admitted giving Helen $20,000 for her father, who had then left to spend it. is Miss Helen and Donovan met in the ild. night. She told him Gillespie was nothing to her. He confessed his love for her. Donovan found Gillesple gagged and bound in a cabin, inhabited by the vil lainous Italian and Holbrook. He released the him. on CHAPTER XV. A - is I Undertake a Commission. ro- Gillespie availed himself of my art wardrobe to replace his rags, and ap re. peared in the library clothed and in )in his usual state of mind on the stroke of seven. es "You should have had the doctor be out, Donovan. Being stuck isn't so an funny, and you will undoubtedly die of he blood-poisoning. Every one does now in- adays." ke "I shall disappoint you. Ijima and ed I between us have stuck me together no like a cracked plate. And it is not a well to publish our troubles to the to world. If I called the village doctor he would kill his horse circulating the mysterious tidings. Are you satis r- fled?" "Quite so. You're a man after my own heart, Donovan." We had reached the dining room and re stood by our chairs. "I should like," he said, taking up his cocktail glass, "to propose a truce between us-" Id "In the matter of a certain lady?" "Even so! On the honor of a fool," he said, and touched his glass to his or lips. "And may the best man win," he added, putting down the glass un t- emptied. He was one of those comfortable e people with whom it is possible to sit in sJlence; but after intervals in which we found nothing to say he n- would, with exaggerated gravity, make some utterly inane remark. To-night e his mind was more agile than ever, his 1 thoughts leaping nimbly from crag to I crag, like a mountain goat. He bad I e traveled widely and knew the ways of I many cities; and of American political . characters, whose names were but vaguely known to me, he discoursed t with delightful intimacy; then his 1 ` mind danced away to a tour he had s once made with a company of acrobats whose baggage he had released from ,n the grasping hands of a rural sheriff. d y "What," he asked, presently, "Is as e s sad as being deceived in a person you a 1 have admired and trusted? I knew a e y fellow who was professor of something t in a blooming college, and who was so . poor that he had to coach delinquent , i preps in summer time instead of get d ting a vacation. I had every confi- Sdence in that fellow. I thought he h Swas all right, and so I took him up . SInto Maine with me-Just the two of , us-and hired an Indian to run our Scamp, and everything pointed to plus. a SWell, I always get stung when I try to be good." SHe placed his knife and fork care- c d fully across his plate and sighed a deeply. S"What was the matter? Did he Sbore you with philosophy?" "No such luck. Thlat man was weak minded on the subject of domesticat- y ing prairie dogs. You may shoot me fr t if that isn't the fact. There he was, a h4 prize-winner and a fellow of his uni-, versity, and a fine scholar who edited w Greek text-books, with that thing on his mind. He held that the daily ex- m ample of the happy home life of the s prairie dog would tend to ennoble all H mankind and brighten up our family altars. Think of being lost in the w woods with a man with such an idea, a and of having to sleep under the same blanket with him! It rained most of la the time, so we had to sit in the tent, o and he never let up. He got so bad o that he *ould wake me up in the night w to talk prairie dog." "It must have been trying," I h agreed. "What was your solution, But tons?" "I moved eutdoors and slept with the Indian. Your salad dressing is ex cellent, Donovan, though personally I th lean to more of the paprika. But let as us go back a bit to the Holbrooks. Omitting the lady, there are certain y points about which we may as well agree. I am not so great a fool but that I can see that this state of things y cannot last forever. Henry is broken se down from drink and brooding over his troubles, and about ready for close m confinement in a brick building with lin barred windows." m . iI A Rfle-Shot Rang Out and My Honrse Shied Sharply. "Then I'm for capturing him and e sticking him away in a safe place." 3- "That's the Irish of it,, if you will pardon me; but it's not the Holbrook 7 of it. , father tucked away in a pri. vate madhouse would not sound well d to the daughter. I advise you not to suggest that to Helen. I generously P aid your suit to that extent. We are e both playing for Helen's gratitude; that's the flat of the matter." "I was brought into this business to help Miss Pat," I declared, though a trifle lamely. Gillespie grinned sar donically. "Be it far from me to interfere with your plans, methods or hopes. We both have the conceit of our wisdom!" t "There may be something in that." "But it was decent of you to get me out of that Italian's clutches this after noon. When I went over there I thought I might find Henry Holbrook and pound some sense into him; and he's about due, from that telegram. If Miss Pat won't soften her heart I'd better buy him off," he added reflec tively. We walked the long length of the hall into the library, and had just lighted our cigars when the butler sought me. "Beg pardon, the telephone, sir." My distrust of the telephone is so deep seated that I had forgotten the existence of the instrument in Glen arm house, where, I now learned, it was tucked away in the butler's pan try for the convenience of the house keeper in ordering supplies from the village. After a moment's parley a woman's voice addressed me distinctly I -a voice that at once arrested and held all my thoughts. My replies were, I fear, somewhat breathless and wholly stupid. "This is Rosalind; do you remember me?" "Yes; I remember; I remember nothing else!" I declared. Ijima'had closed the door behind me, and I was alone with the voice-a voice that spoke to me of the summer night, and I of low winds murmuring across star- I ry waters. "I am going away. The Rosalind you remember is going a long way t from the lake and you will never see c her again." r "But you have an engagement; when the new moon-" "But the little feather of the new r moon is under a cloud, and you cannot see it; and Rosalind must always be t Helen now." "But this won't do, Rosalind. Ours o was more than an engagement; it was A a solemn compact," I insisted. "Oh, not so very solemn!" she b laughep. "And then you have the b other girl that isn't just me-the girl p of the daylight, that you ride and sail o with and play tennis with." a "Oh, I haven't her; I don't want ti her--" t "Treacherous man! Volatile Irish- a. man!" "Marvelous, adorable Rosalind!" G "That will do, Mr. Donovan"-and I then with a quick change of tone she oi asked abruptly: hý "You are not afraid of trouble, are tE you?" "I live for nothing else!" g "You are not so pledged to the Me w you play tennis with that you cannot h. serve Rosalind if she asks it?" A ':No; you have only to ask. But I of must see you once more-as Rosa- tk lind!" "Stop being siallly, and listen care- m d fully." And I thought I heard a sol in the moment's silence before shi 11 spoke. ik "I want you to go, at once, to the 'I- house of the boat-maker on Tippeca 11 noe creek; go as fast as you can!" she o implored. [y "To the house of the man who call, ,e himself Hartridge, the canoe-maker, a ; Red Gate?" "Yes; you must see that no harn Is comes to him to-night." h There was no mistaking now the r- sobs that broke her sentences, and my mind was so a-whirl with questionm h that I stammered incoherently. e "Will you go-will you go?" she de manded in a voice so low and broken " that I scarcely heard. e "Yes, at once," and the voice van. i- shed, and while I still stood staring I at the instrument the operator at An k nandale blandly asked me what number d I wanted. The thread had snapped . and the spell was broken. I stared I helplessly at the thing of wood and wire for half a minute; then the girl's appeal and my promise rose in my s mind distinct from all else. I ordered t my horse before returning to the li r brary, where Gillespie was coolly turn ing over the magazines on the table. I was still dazed, and something in my appearance caused him to stare. "Been seeing a ghost?" he asked. "No; just hearing one," I replied. I had yet to offer some pretext for - leaving him, and as I walked the length of the room he stifled a yawn, his eyes 'falling upon the line of French windows. I spoke of the heat of the night, but he did not answer, and I turned to find his gaze fixed upon one of the open windows. "What is it, man?" I demanded. He crossed the room in a leap and was out upon the terrace, peering down upon the shrubbery beneath. "What's the row?" I demanded. "Didn't you see it?" I "No." "Then it wasn't anything. I thought I saw the dago, if you must know. He'll probably be around looking for us." "Humph, you're a little nervous, that's all. You'll stay here all night, of course?" I asked, without, I fear, much enthusiasm. He grinned. "Don't be so cordial! If you'll send me into town I'll be off." I had just ordered the dog cart when the butler appeared. "If you please, sir, Sister Margaret wishes to use our telephone, sir. St. Agatha's is out of order." I spoke to the sister as she left the house, half as a matter of courtesy, half to make sure of her. The tele phone at St. Agatha's had been out of order for several days, she said; and I walked with her to St. Agatha's gate, talking of the weather, the garden and the Holbrook ladies, who were, she said, quite well. Thereafter, when I had dispatched Gillespie to the village In the dog cart, I got into leggings, reflecting upon the odd circumstance that Helen Holbrook had been able to speak to me over the telephone a few minutes before, using an instrument that had, by Sister Mar garet's testimony, been out of com mission for several days. The girl had undoubtedly slipped away from St. Agatha's and spoken to me from some other house in the neighborhood; but this was a matter of little importance, now that I had undertaken her com mission. S The chapel clock chimed nine as i gained the road, and I walked n~ horse to scan St. Agatha's window through the vistas that offered acros. the foliage. And there, by the open window of her aunt's sitting room, I saw Helen Iolbrook reading. A table lamp at her side illumined her slightly bent head; and, as though aroused b. my horse's quick step in the road, shE rose and stood framed against thl light, with the soft window draperies fluttering about her. I spoke to my horse and galloped to ward Red Gate. CHAPTER XVI. An Odd Affair at Red Gate. As I rode through Port Annandale the lilting strains of a waltz floated from the casino, and I caught a glimpse of the lake's cincture of lights. My head was none too clear from its crack on the cabin floor, and my chest was growing sore and stiff from the 1 slash of the Italian's knife; but my3 spirits were high, and my ears rang with memories of the Voice. Helen had given me a commission, and every fact of my life faded into insignificance compared to this. The cool night air rushing by refreshed me. I was eager for the next turn of the wheel, and my curiosity ran on to the boat-ma. ker's house. t I came now to a lonely sweep, where a the road ran through a heavy wood land, and the cool, moist air of the t forest rose round me. The lake, 1 t knew, lay close at hand, and the Hart. n ridge cottage was not, as I reckoned d my distances, very far ahead. I had drawn in my horse to consider the manner of my approach to the boat maker's, and was jogging along at an t easy trot when a rifle-shot rang out on Y my left, from the direction of the Ii e creek, and my horse shied sharply h and plunged on at a wild gallop. He ran several hundred yards before I p L could check him, and then I turned e and rode slowly back, peering into the at forest's black shadow for the foe. I tc paused and waited, with the hors P t dancing crazily beneath me, but the woodland presented an inscrutable h front. I then rode on to the unfenced el strip of wood where I had left 'my horse before. I began this narrative with every intention of telling the whole truth ti touching my adventures at Annandale, and I cannot deny that the shot from the wood had again shaken my faith w in Helen Holbrook. She had sent me sc to the Tippecanoe on an errand of her bh own choosing, and I had been fired on in from ambush near the place to which - she had sent me. I fear that my tower of faith that had grown so tall and strong shook on its foundations; but once more I dismissed my doubts, just tri as I had dismissed other doubts and wt misgivings about her. My fleeting Jo glimpse of her in the window of St. Cc Agatha's less than an hour before flashed back upon me, and the tower gr touched the stars, steadfast and se- "'I rene again. no I strode on toward Red Gate with my revolver in the side pocket of my pht Norfolk Jacket. A buckboard filled nil with young folk from the summer col- vi ony passed me, and then the utter si lence of the country held the world. he In a moment I had reached the canoe- de maker's cottage and entered the gate. Tl I went at once to the front door and br4 knocked. I repeated my knock several times, but there was no answer. The front window blinds were closed tight. The houseboat was effectually screened by shubbery, and I had de scended half a dozen steps before I en saw a light in the windows. It oc. e curred to me that as I had undoubted. did ly been sent to Red Gate for some pur. of Ipose, I should do well not to defeat it by any clumsiness of my own; so I an proceeded slowly, pausing several eni times to observe the lights below. I ha heard the Tippecanoe slipping by with the subdued murmur of water at night; and then a lantern flashed on lei deck and I heard voices. Some one was landing from a boat in the creek, net This seemed amiable enough, as the chb lanternabearer helped a man in the but boat to clamber to the platform, and tha from the open door of the shop a ble broad shaft of light shone brightly ter upon the two men. The man with the ges lantern was Holbrook, alias Hartridge, beyond a doubt; the other was a stran. the ger. Holbrook caught the painter of the boat and silently made it fast, wa "Now," he said, "come in." we (TO BE CONTINUED.) cha bev The Sickroom Bugbear. the The great hugbear of the sickroom ble is monotony. This is the problem that mal every nurse must meet and study ren ways and means to prevent. She may "] do this in several ways. 8he may Co.' alter the appearance of the room oc. con casionally by pushing the bed or sofa dr to a different part of the room in or- oust der to give the patient a fresh out- my look; the cut flowers may be replaced sinc by a growing plant; old magazines and coni books may be removed and new ones h take their place; the pictures may be ho changed, especially those that hang at the foot of the bed, or perhaps, a blank wall may be found to be restful "Th to the tired eyes.-Circle Magazine. one are KIDNEY TROUBLE Suffered 7en lea l -A ed Monthes Thanks to PE-RU-'NA h. fir C. B. FIZER, Mt. Sterling, KY.,say:. "I have suffered with kidney bladder trouble for ten years past "Lat Mlarch I conm'mnced using Peruna and continurci fr three month, I have not used it since, nor have I tel a pain." HE MEANT EVENING GOWNS 4 Well-Meant Compliment to Ameriqcn Women Somewhat Marred by Unfortunate Error. Mons. Pruger, who from his triumph at the Savoy hotol in London has e come to New York to conduct a very d fashionable restaurant, was compli. a mented by a reporter on his perfect English. "\Well," said Mons. Pruger, smiling, "my English is, perhaps, better than e that of the Marquis X., who supped V here after the opera the other evening. "Our fine supper rooms looked very 2 gay and fine, diamonds flashed, pale fabrics shimmered, and everywhere, turn where it would, the eye rested on dimpled, snowy shoulders shining like satin above decollete bodices of Paris gowns. "These decollete bodices impressed the Marquis X. He waved his hand and said: "'I 'ave knowed parfaitement that the American young ladies was beau. tiful, but ah-I cannot say how far more beautifui they seem in their night dresses."-N. Y. Press. A Polish Marriage. A polish couple came before a jas ttce of the peace to be married, The young man handed him the marriage license and the pair stood up before him. "Join hands," said the justice of the peace. They did so, and the justice looked at the document, which authorizedhim to unite in marriage Zacharewies Perczynski and Loekowarda Jeulinski. "Ahem:" he said. "Zacha-h'm h'm-ski, do you take this woman," etc. "Yes, sir," responded the young man. "Leo-h'm-ah-ski, do you take this man to be," etc. "Yes, sir," replied the woman. "Then I pronounce you man and wife," said the justice, glad to find something he could pronounce, "and I heartily congratulate you both on hav ing reduced those two names to one." -Lippincott's Magazine. Who Are the Elect? Two modern statements of the doe trine of "election," neither of which would quite satisfy John Calvin or Jonathan Edwards, are given in the Congregationalist. One was Henry Ward Beecher's epi grammatic and convincing phrase: "The elect are whosoever will; the non-elect are whosoever won't." 11 Good as this is, there is another ex planation that is a star of equal mag nitude. It was made by a colored dl vine, who said: "Brethren, it is this way. The Lord, he is always voting for a man; and the devil, he is always voting against him. Then the man himself votes, and that breaks the tie!" CLEAR-HEADED Head Bookkeeper Must be Reliable. The chief bookkeeper in a large buss ness house in one of our great West ern cities speaks of the harm coffee did for him: "My wife and I drank our first cup of Postum a little over two years ago, and we have used it ever since, to the entire exclusion of tea and coffee. It happened in this way: "About three and a half years ago I had an attack of pneumonia, which left a memento in the shape of dyspep sla, or rather, to speak more correctly, neuralgia o: the stomach. My 'cup of cheer' had always been coffee or tea, but I became convinced, after a time, that they aggravated my stomach trou ble. I happened to mention the mat ter to my grocer one day and he sug gested that I give Postum a trial. "Next day it came, but the cook made the mistake of not boiling it sufficient ly, and we did not like it much. This was, however, soon remedied, and now we like it so much that we will never change back. Postum, being a food beverage instead of a drug, has been the means of curing my stomach trou ble, I verily believe, for I am a well man today and have used no other emedy. "My work as chief bookkeeper in our Do.'s branch house here is of a very :onfining nature. During my coffee Irlnking days I was subject to nerrV iusness and 'the blues' in addition to ny sick spells. These have left me ince I began using Postum and I can onscientiously recommend it to those vhose work confines them to long ours of severe mental exertion." "There's a Reason." Look in pkgs. for the little book, The Road to Wellville." Ever read the above letter' A new ane appear from time to time. TheY Ire eaulae, true, and full of b- a p8 - _teal. at