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6 Tuesday, September 13, 1910
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Honest Difference Of Opinion
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HE conservationists are squarely oiviaea upon xue 4- -
control. The Pinchot element demands that the national governing -full
sovereignty and ownership over the coal and oil lands, and the water
power sites, as well as the forests remaining m possession 01 xne ,
ttTfeaTe system to admit of development; a very strong opposition eminent de-
policy of perpetual national ownership and control
tie "public domain" done away witi as fast as the lands can be taken over by
private owners witi a view to ultimate development.
"The new nationalism" has advocates and strong opponents m both che old
Tes It is not a partisan question, and there is no likelihood of either party
S 'as radical a staid as Pinchot, Garfield, and Roosevelt have taken with re
1S to perpetuating the national domain. Tne "States' rights" idea may crop
ouf hie Tthere I support of arguments for the breaking up of the national
alaTand the progressive cession of public lands to the separate sta es; but tte
Democratic party cannot afford to make a party tenet out of opposition to the
SSto policy, and the figbt must remain rather a local issue m
SSon. western states having large bodies of public lands awaiting develop
ment, and not subject to taxation while they remain an the possession of the
government. government is involved in the general scheme of
socalled "conservation," 2nd thoughtful people may be pardoned for reserving
uTgment while the discussion of principles goes on. The whole history of our
national development has been a story of individual effort and individual ownership
of lands and primary resources, and unless tie principle of collective ownership
of land and collective right to the increments of land values be generally recog
nized and generally applied, it may well be doubted whether the PfoP o
United States are ready to sanction, as a matter of principle, the perpetual
ownership and control by the general-government of hundreds of millions of acres
of domain lying within the borders of the several states.
It is a curious pnase of human nature that certain questions seem to arouse
a sort of personal and spiritual bitterness so that calm judgment is hindered.
"Conservation" is such a subject, and chronic readers of the Collier typeof maga
zine seem unwilling to concede honesty of motive or the right of examination to
dtizens who' pause before they swallow the, extreme Pinchot-Garfield doctrine
One thing we need in this country at the present crisis of changing political
programs is a general recognition of the right of the individual to inquire and
famine as to all nostrums set out on the shelves, and to form opinions without
Teing necessarily branded thieves, grafters, and undesirable citizens. And not
every advocate of state control of natural resources and gradual breaking up or
the natronal domain is a "despoiler any more than the advocate of a more liberal
land and mineral policy in west Texas is a "despoiler."
The policy that win best conserve our natural wealth against wanton waste
while best promoting its economic development is the policy deserving support,
and it has not been made entirely clear just what lines such a policy win foUow.
Thre is danger that the real issue will be obscured in the dust of the tumult, for
the element of flushed face, vibrating Up, and pounding heart can never quite do
Justice to the element of cool brow, calm gaze, and regular breathing.
It's a good thing not to be a Chinaman these days; the Chinaboys are now
traveling in pairs and fours, and they don't turn a corner without looking.
Reguar Cloudcroft nights, these we are having at home nowadays. Already
Time to shake the straw hat and it will soon be time to dig out the union suit.
The Southwestern is . doing its share to make Cloudcroft a success it wiU
ieep its trains going daily aU the month, according to announcement.
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Mexico is a hundred years old this week and the greater part of her develop
ment into a great nation has been under the guiding hand of one man. Porfirio
Diaz may be & lot of things the magazine writers say he is, but he has done
wonders for Mexico.
A Dire For Our National Air
TTV i it necessary lor our municipal oana to piay mc owi ojjoxixcu.
Banner as if it were a dirge?
bands, vou never hear this American national anthem played with as
much spirit and intelligence in the United States as it is played by the bands of,
the Mexican army. The Mexican army bands play our national air with tremen
dous spirit and fire, a crashing rhythm of swelling patriotic feeUng that inspires
Americans always to a new realization of what our national air reaUy means.
But the majority of American bands play it either trivially without breadth or
dignity, or else as a dirge, slow, with soft interlude passages, and a pathetic
The El Paso municipal band makes about as bad a botch of it as one often
hears. The piece should be played with snap and vigor of attack, a fine rapid
steady swing and verve carrying the spirit of patriotic inspiration; it is a mistake
to play a part of it slower and subdued, while the ending should be an impressive
burst "of thrilling harmony, not a diminuendo scrambling after instrument cases,
or half hearted like a eulogy over the soggy remains of the town bum.
Ho evangelist has yet condemned the slaughter of yellow legged chickens for
the minister's Sunday dinner.
Arizona and New Mexico are at least started on the road to statehood. Now,
let them draw up sane constitutions and get it.
Twenty big shows on twenty cars count 'em. Just another of Frank Rich's
attractions for the El Paso fair. Fun for everybody and some to spare.
Politics have reached the shooting point in Tucson and this is only the be
ginning. "What win they do when they get down to real business.
The "wild and wooUy" days of the west don't all seem to" be over yet. We
have a stage robbery, or a bank robbery, every once in a while, just like they have
back in the effete east.
Wlrile an American has just completed a trip by aeroplane from Paris to
london and is receiving much attention in London, an Englishman has been cap
turing aU the prizes in the airmeet at Boston. Honors are about even in the
airship world, wtih the Americans and EngUsh perhaps a trifle ahead of the con
tinent. America ws late starting, but she is making 200a.
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& Y SHACK is rather poor and humble, but on its roof the sunshine pl.xys,
and in the yard the glad bees buniDie. anu oiras are singing rag-Lw; n.?-,
mv hours jita iontr. mv work is cnmliner. I iourncv homeward tired and
sore, but happy, for Im sure of finding a face that's sunny at the door. I. sutler
under sling and arrow the whole day long, and I
grow sad; encounter people mean and narrow, and
THE FACE AT much that's wearisome and bad; but in the growing
THE DOOR dusk I wander, my troubles and my worries o'er, to
that small cottage over yonder, and one who loves me
at the door. The, man who labors in the ditches, at
hewing rock or plowing loam, should heedless be of wordly riches, if some one
loves him in -his home. "When warnings from the evening bell come that day is
done, its labor o'er, how sweet it is to meet a welcome from one who loves you,
at the door! , ,
Copyright. 1910. by Georgo Ma'trnews ACams.
LITTLE LOVE STORIES
N OHhi wSef id Mabel Herbert Urner
HE glanced over the letters that
lay on the ledge of the hatrack.
But there was nothing for her.
There never was.
"Wearily she climbed the three flights
of stairs to her Toom a back hall room.
A close, musty odor greeted her. Sue
went to the window, pushed back the
dingy lace curtains to let in more air.
A dismal stretch of dark roofs and
littered back yards lay before her.
Clothes flapped dejectedly from count
less lines and fire escapes. Ash bar
rels, bottles, rubbish.
She turned from the window to shut
out the squalid scene, threw herself on
the narrow bed and sobbed despair
ingly. How much longer could she
bear It? The sordid misery of it all
was eating into her soul. The monot
onous work all day in a noisy, crowded
office and tne long, dreary evenings in
this dingy, little room.
And this was the 12th of September.
The fourth anniversary of her mar
riage. All day she had been trying not
to think of the date, to force from her
miud every thought of what it had once
meant. But now she gave herself up
to the rush of memories that swept
For almost an hour she lay there, for
getting the dreary -misery of her sur
roundings in the memory of a sheltered
protected happiness. How tenderly he
had shielded her from every care and
hardship. And now
The sound of a harsh jangling bell.
She started up with a shudder the
dinner bell. Sne could not go down
tonight, .ner whole nature shrank
from the thought of the dingy basement
dining room, the long tables with the
soiled cloths and damp napkins, the
smell of food, the cheap talk and,
Her throat ached as she thought of
how a year ago she was dining happily
with her husband at the cafe . How
often they had dined there, always the
same itable, the same waiter. A sudden
thought possessed her. Why should she
not go there tonight? Her heart beat
fast- Just for one more glimpse ot tne
place where they had spent so many
happy hours. She could sit at the same
table, have the same waiter, and try to
imagine that he was with her.
Oh, how she longed for it. She had
deprived herself of so much surely
she could have this. TJie ten dollars
she had saved in case she should Jie
sick but she would not be sick, or she
would work just the same If she was.
She would take that money and have
one -more hour of warmth and lights
For the next hour she did not stop
to think she only acted. With mar
velous swiftness she unpacked a soft
gray crepe, the only gown of her old
life that she had brought with her.
Eagerly nervously she dressed. A
last glance at the wavy mirror and
she was again hurrying down the long
dark hall and stairs out to the street.
The green and blue bottles of a drug
store shone out oneerfully from the
next block. A moment later she was
there telephoning to the head wliter
of the Cafe .
"Yes, the sixth table from the en-
trance on the left side."
"You tnlnk it is already
Yes. I will hold the phone
find out positively."
"Hello. It is reserved but I can
have the one just back of It?" She
inesitated a second, and then: "Very
well. I will take it."
Two blocks farther down she took the
car. Quickly she was carried from the
shabby boarding house district Into
broad, well lighted thoroughfares. Cabs,
automobiles and crowds of well dressed
people surged by. With breathless in
terest she watched the streets and
buildings. She was almost tnere.
At the corner she left the car and
hurried across the street to the bril
liantly lighted cafe. A moment later
the head waiter seated hen at her table.
It had all happened with bewildering
And then Park was bowing and
smiling before her.
"Good evening, M'am." He spoke as
though she !nad been-there only a few
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" p er It is a way waiters good
waiters have. He tipped forward the
chair opposite her.
"You are waiting, m'am?"
She flushed, painfully. Oh, why had
she not, thought of tnat. Of course,
they would think she was waiting for
her husband. Women do not go alone
to fashionable dining places, and she
had always been there with him.
"Oh, yes; Mr. Wilmer will probably
be here later. He telephoned that he
was detained. But I I think I will
order and let you serve me now. He
may be quite late."
"Yes,' m'am." And a menu was placed
&ne had not intended to say that;
the words had come of themselves.
But just the saying of thein had
thrilled her. He was coming later.
He had been detained at his office. He
would join her soon.
Her mind dwelt lingeringly on the
phrases. She would try to believe them
(to live this one hour as though they
She wrote her order, and then leaned
back and gave herself up to the allur
ing charm of it all. The music, the
lights, the palms. the murmur ot
voices it was all the same. The
same crested china. The same red silk
beaded shades for the table lights in
playing with the fringes one night she
had broken off a few of the beads. She
wondered if she could find the same
strand it was shorter than the others.
But that had been at the old table
the table -In front of her. It was not
taken yet, but a chair was tipped for
ward to mark it reserved. She felt an
unreasoning resentment at the persons
who had engaged" it. There were so
many tables; they might have chosen
pnrk vras nlaclng a hassock under
She smiled her acknowlelg-
d Poem j
meat. Park always remembered her
little preferences a footstool, un3alted
butter, and a dessert, not a tablespoon,
for her, soup.
At first the excited, exhilarated hap
piness she felt In the surroundings had
absorbed her completely. But gradual
ly she became conscious of her em
barrassing position. The cafe was
crowded and only she was alone. The
women at the other tables talking and
laughing with their escorts accentuated
her sense of isolation.
The orchestra now began the open
ing bars from a Hungarian rhapsody.
That they should play that tonight.
The thing hed had loved so much and
had so often requested them to play.
And then she put her hand to her
throat as though to stop the cry that
was there. The man, who had passed
and who was now taking a seat alone
at the reserved table was her hus
band. He had not seen her. For a dazed
moment she was conscious only of that.
And then she saw Park hurrying over.
He was going to tell him. The waiter
thought that, not seeing her he had
taken the wrong table. Was it a
swift Intuition that made Park just
then glance toward her? For one
tense second her eyes held his. He
paused uncertainly. Then a slight mo
tion brought him to her side.
'Will you order a cab at once?"
"Very well, m'am."
A flaming rush of fear and shame
had swept over her. If she should turn
around. To have flim think she had
come there hoping to see him trying
to win him back or, no no, not that
Park returned almost imm-edlately,
deftly and silently helped her into her
wrap and followed her out to the cab.
When the cab door shut her in Kath
erine leaned back against the cushions
with white lips, closed eyes and tightly
clenohed hands. She did not notice that
Park held a low and hurried conversa
tion with the driver and that it was
several moments before the cab started,
and then It was driven very slowly.
Park hurried back through the cafe
straight toward Mr. Wllmer's table.
"Pardon me, sir. but I think j-ou will
like to know that"
Mr. Wilmer glanced up In surprise. It
was not Park's usual voice or ex
pression. "The ladv the one who used to come
here with wou so often was sitting at
the table behind you. She has just left
George Wilmer was on his feet. A
fork clattered to the floor.
"Here? My wife here? And you
didn't tell me you didn't Which way
did she go?"
"She took a cab, sir."
"The address? What address did she
"She gave it to the driver herself I
could not hear. But I bribed the man
to drive along the avenue very slowly
and there's another driver out there
who knows the cab-r-in case you want
"Yes yes. Which one?"
They were already at the door.
Do you know that cab the one that
just left here with a lady?" he called up
to the driver.
"If you eaten it and persuade the man
to take the lady to West End ave
nue that is, without her knowing it
I will give you $20 each. It is all right
the lady Is my wife."
Katherlne did not see the cab that
was following almost beside her, nor
hear the words the drivers had ex
changed. With closed eyes she was
picturing her husband as she had seen
him for those few moments. The
slight stoop of the shoulders, the fa
miliar pose of the iiead, the touch of
srrav iu the hair along the tenv?I.s
Oh, her heart seemed breaking with the
burden of yearning love.
At length came the sound of wheels
grating against a curbing. The cab
stopped. She stepped out. It was
not the dingy boarding house that stood
before her but her own home.
For one bewildering second she
shrank back toward the cab. Then
she saw her husband coining towaTd
her. Now he was holding her close
and his voice was whispering:
Years Ago To-
From The Herald OJ
This Date 1S93.
Engine 655 of the G. H. Is just out of
the shop after a thorough overhauling,
and is limbering up for road service
The bachelors and summer grass
widowers will give their last blowout
of the season at the Golden Eagle on
Col. Van Valzah of the ISth infantry,
with the officers of the garrison and
tho regimental band, are visiting Col.
Juan Hernandez in Juarez.
The partnership existing between E.
L.. Robertson and J. M. Wiley has been
The private car Guadalupe, belonging
to Pearson and company, the Tampico
jetty builders, came up this morning
with exgovernor Gallado of the federal
district, with his wife, daughter and
maids. They went to Chicago, enroute
Boyd Bros, of New Mexico will re
ceive from the south a large consign
ment of cattle this week.
The plaza was packed last night to
hear the McGinty band concert- The
band was short a solo cornet, the first
oboe and a slide trombone, but the boys
managed to get along
The new plaza market is proving a
success, and the housekeepers are
flocking in there daily.
There will be no change in the time
of the Santa Fe trains until after the
J presidential election on November 4.
Bakers Of the Nation
0 Discuss Making Of Bread
WEED OF BETTER AMERICAN BREAD;
HP HE National Association of Master .
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Bakers will besin its annual
convention in Baltimore today,
hunrded bakers, coming from
every state and important city in the
United States, are In attendance. Sev
eral Important problems will be con
sidered by the association at this meet
ing, tne most important of whdeh is
how to increase the consumption ot
bakers' bTeaa. The breadmaking au
thprities have figured that 70 percent
of all the bread consumed in the United
States is made at home, and the bakers
believe that they ought to be able to
furnish at least one-half of the bread
"used by the American people. Many
bakers attribute the small share of 'the
breadmaking business they get to me
dislike of housewives for handled loaves
and declare that If the bakers would
deliver their bread in wrappers made
of paraffin paper it would increase the
consumption of bakers bread to a re
Wax Paper Injurious.
There are those bakers, however, who
assert that wax paper wrappers, put on
at the time the bread is taken from
the oven, Injure the quality of the
bread, and that their customers do not
like it as well as tne unwrapped bread.
In a few cases bakers have tried to
change from unwrapped to wrapped
bread, and have failed in the experience.
But for the most part it has been found
that the bread delivered in wrappers
has been a good business getter. This
question in all its phases was consid
ered at the last annual convention, and
will be one of the foremost topics of
discussion at the present convention.
The bakers of the country are in fine
fettle over the success of their crusade
against bleached flour. They contended
thaf tjie artificial bleaching of flour
was used chiefly to make an .Inferior
product appear as good as a superior
product, and that through the bleach
ing process bakers were sold flour that
was not up to standard. It was through
them that this question of artificially
bleached flour was carried up to the
pure food board and through that body
to the courts. Since the courts have
'neld that the sale of such flour, with
out its nature being stated on the label,
is an act of misbranding under the
terms of the pure food law, the bakers
are assured of being able to buy good
flour for their products.
Love In a Shadow
By Hope North.
nrr would never have
Hugh Mayfair was holiday mak-
.t n via. moved about in wnite
flannels and a ladylike panama, but
he" looked as though he had just been
sentenced to penal servitude for life.
This late afternoon Hugh lounged
into the smoking room of the Clarence
private hotel, and looked out over the
singing sea. The glory of the sun
had no attractions for him. He knew
she was hiding away under the rocks
of Seaward. He-had seen her go in the
company of a book, and his heart had
But he dared not follow. He was
There was nothing to be done. As he
put it in the letter he wrote to his
friend. WiirKS. "he had not been born
psirlv enousrh. He was. say, a couple i
of years too late." She could not be
more than a two-year-old wife, ne
thought. She looked so very young,
"But," he wrote on this afternoon,
sitting at the smoking room window
with his heart around the corner of
the rocks, "I guess I must make up my
mind that she and I have to walk separ
ate ways. You old bigoted bachelor
that you are, will probably think it a
lucky" thing for me. I can hear you
saying It. I know you, and have your
cheap, tawdry cynicism by heart; to
think I have shared ir. To think I have
aided and abetted you to utter your
"But I tell you. Jack, 1 would give all
I possess to win Dorothy. Do not
laugh that I call her by her Christian
name, I hold it a privilege that I know
it, 'Mrs. Castle' reminds me too much
of the tragedy."
He wrote much more of the same to
his old friend, and by return post came
the advice that he should 'leave Sea
ward. It was but a poor place to for
get in. Let Hugh come back to Lon
don and he (Jack) would guarantee a
cure within a week.
Hugh flogged himself into the belief
tliat he was a fool. He went up
stairs and packed his trunk. He asked
for his bill, paid it, and the same even
ing set off for the. station.
But his resolution waned as he went,
and he turned away along the road to
The sun had gone down and the twi
light was investigating the expanse of
sea with the mystery of vagueness.
For the first time he felt the peace of
resignation. As the minutes went by It
became a passion to resign. It ap
pealed to his sense of the dramatic. He
It was just as he was in this desper
ate mind that Dorothy Castle came
along the path over the cliffs. He did
i iTa -ro c! cnntctA nnw nn an i
not seu utri. j-i " v,..-v
old rustic seat mai aiuun uo.-.v ." .
wall that once had formed part of a
fortification, but now was creeper
grown. Behind the wall stood an old
world house, and it was as Dorothy
came round the corner of the building
that she caught a glimpse of the man.
He had his head in his hands, his el
bows resting on his knees. She knew
instinctively, that he was in trouble,
and as instinctively went through the
gap in the wall towards him.
"Mr. Mayfair?" said she.
He looked up and saw the question
in her eyes.
"Have I interrupted a reverie?' she
went on humorously.
"Yes," he answered simply.
"Not a happy one, I should say."
"And why? What have you to grum
ble about? Only yesterday at dinner I
heard someone say that few men had so
bright a prospect before them as you
have. It interested me. I am fasci
nated by art, and whenever I can meet
one who is doing good work I do not
let the opportunity slip by but seek to
know that person and that person's
ideals. That is my excuse for my ques
iv irionls are dead, and nothing can
revive them. My art is dead, and only
one happening could revive its beauties
for me." he answered dolefully. "I
have been an artist ever since I can
remember. Always an artist beftire
everything. But how I am merely a
Many crusades have been -conducted
in vnr nns iHi of the country against
unclean ba-ing: establishments. in
many of the principal cities of V!rgu:a
conditions were found to be very bad.
The bakers who prided themselves on
having clean and wholesome establish
ments felt very much grieved that the
officials would not pdint out by name
the establishments tnat were not clean,
declaring that their refusal to do so
injured the ousiness of the careful
I bakers. In Boston, the Consumers
league made an investigation of the
bakeshops of the city and prepared a
bakers' white list, in which were In-
! eluded the names or sucn Daiters w
were found to be complying with an
the laws of sanitation in their opera
tions. The bakers who produced tine giant
pie sent to president Taft last winter
thought they had turned out the biggest
thring in the pie line the world had
ever seen. But if they had gone back
into the history of baking as far as
George III. of England, they would have
found their effort laid In the shade. In
tne reign of that monarch "of inflated
memory," the earl of Lonsdale sent him
a meat pie which probably holds the
reeor dof being the biggest pie ever
produced. It wedghed 576 pounds. In
its preparation there were used nine
geese, two ducks, four "fowls," six pig
eons, six wild ducks, three teal, two
starlings, 12 partridges, 15 woodcock,
two guineas, three snipe, six plover,
three waterhens, one wild goose, one
curlew, 40 vellow hammers, 15 sparrows,
13 chaff inchs, two larks four thrushes,
12- fieldfares, six blackbirds, 20 rabbits,
one 4eg of mutton, one ham, three bush
els of flour and 2S pounds of butter.
Breadmalcin?: Ancient Art.
Breadmaking was In vogue before the
era of written history, and is traced
back to the obscurity enveloping the
earliest ages of the human race. Exca
vations in the lake regions of Switzer
land show that "the very staff of li re,
the comfort of the husband, the pride of
the wife," was made in the stone age
by our antediluvian ancestors. Not only
are the stones used for pounding the
meal and baking the bread to be found
n i,oco prravarions. bur the very bread
itself has been unearthed, preserved by
being carbonized in tne ures tuo-L u-
stroved the pile of dwellings
primitive race. Melskommer
Daily Short Story
man. The human element has conquer
ed and it is tragedy."
"And, can that happening not not
happen?" she queried.
"Xo not without discredit both to
me and one I would not harm, but
"Ah, it is of the heart?"
"Yes, of all the heart, leaving no
corner of it untouched, leaving no
room for other ambition or other inter
est. It is dead this ambition. All, all
is dead save this love that is hope
less." . . .
"I mav not ask who she is, but are
you sure the future needs just must
be so blank?"
Surely she would know now If he
answered. Could he not restrain him
self? No, his heart must bare itself or
choke in its endeavor at suppression.
"She is already loved."
"And loves in return, I suppose."
"Oh, yes, for she is pure and good.
There is no deceit in her eyes. She is
at once everything and nothing to me.
I love her past words and, she is
He looked to see how she accepted
the avowal. A color rose in her
cheeks, or was it the waving shadow
from an overhanging bough?
"I am sorry.'
It was all she said, and a silence fell
"Suppose," he went on recklessly, af
ter a while, "suppose I found she loved
me in spite of all? Suppose "
But the girl drew back from him
and clasped her hands convulsively.
"Ah. no," she said, staring out to the
grey sea, "no! Do not think that. Do
notspoil your love by such a thought."
There was a note in her voice that
might have revealed disappointment
or surprise, or both. He felt it justified
him. A new light came into bis eyes.
"I think so. I amr almost sure she
does. Does she not? Dorothy tell
me, does she not?"
"I ?" .. . ,
"Yes. It is vou. Did you not Know:
Did you not feel my love burning to
you? I feel it Is not wrong to tell you,
and if it be, I still must speak. Now,
you know you know all save the
measure of my affection, and that I
cannot put into words. Tell me, Doro
Inklings and Thinklings
By VEX JONES
S IT appears impossiDio to wv
women from smuggling a form
nf nmnsement that takes the
place of politics and other avocations
men wouldn't it be a goou pian
I to permit each woman to smuggle a
certain amount on a voyage? It would
the fun of
be necessary to keep up
the game, to have the inspectors hunt
for the property and to confiscate any
In excess of the prescribed amount.
This would give women a lot of inno-
cent amusement, with all the sport of
outwitting the customs men.
Moissant, the young aviator, has suc
ceeded in reaching London from Paris
In his airplane. (Airplane is as good
a word as aeroplane and much easier
to pronounce.) However, the journey
occupied three weeks, too long a tlm
' for a oCok's tourist in a hurry if
i tihere are any tourists not in a hurry,
j But when the airplane is made more
practical, what a boon it will be to the
tripper. Then she can "do" Paris or
Rome without any of the trouble of
alighting, gofng to hotels or wandering
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For ever well-t'-do bachelor therms
forty women tryin' t' associate his early
life with some sickly romance. It seems
like th more jewelry a feUer wears th'
less he amounts to.
eight pouuds while excavating at Ro
benhausen, being the remnant ,of about
40 pounds of bread when freshly made.
At about the same time some bread
was found at Wangen in a en aired
condition, but otherwise perfectly pre
served. The loaves were nearly round
and the bottom, was flat or concave,
showing that it had been baked on hot
stones, much after the fashion of the
old time country, bakeoven.
One may go back SS0O years to the
time when Abraham, gave the angels
bread on the Plains of Mamre, or 3600
years when Joseph sat down with his
brethren to eat bread in the valley of
Schechem, and the methods of making
it are found to be the same that are in
vogue In Mexico and Central America
today, where the tortilla is still the na
tional staff of life. The use of yeast
in making bread is also of anolent or
igin. It Is said that the best bakers
in the world are to be found In Ger-
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thy, what would you have me do?"
Her head was turned away. She was
"I do not understand," sha commenc
ed, but she could not go on. The words
would not come.
"I am unkind. Perhaps in a little
time you will forget, and when I am
gone from your life gone forever you
will forgive me. I could not help it.
It was here, in my heart. There was
no unworthy thought, but Dorothy,
don't you understand and yet, why
should you, how can you understand
my love for you?"
"Oh, It will pass, it will fade. You
will forget," She spoke as though seek
ing a clue, an explanation. She wanted
time to think.
"Let us go down on the beach," she
said at last.
They rose and walked along the
cliff path. The air seemed oppressive.
Neither of them spoke. Time paused,
as it were, while she decided their des
tinies. Suddenly she paused, and a laugh,
half hysterical, broke the tense silence.
Something had occurred to her and
the man looked first at the spot where
the grass ran down over the v very edge
of -the cliff, and then gazed Into her
eyes to read their message.
She had pulled up abruptly. Her
hands were .together. She was pulling
something from her finger. It was the
In a moment it was free, and there
was a shy smile in her eyes as she
looked at him.
"Take it," she said, holding out the
"But. but, why?" he stammered, not
"Take it and examine It."
It was an old ring worn and thin.
"It was my mother's," she said
"And her name was was Castle,
"Then you you are free? Dorothy!"
She did not answer, but he knew
now. Knew of his- amazing mistake.
It was a little time before his mind
would work to the new position. Only
by a serious effort could he understand
that the hopelessness had gone that
she might be his. Instinct asserted it
self, but before even elementary logic
had' restored Itself and order reigned
in his mind, his hand had gone out to
There was no need for words. She
came to him, and the impossible hap
pened. Their lips had met.
And they walked on down to Sea
ward. around historic buildings. An aerial
guide book will tell what the roofa
look like, and that will be enough.
The east Is progressing. When Reno
held a prizefight and a few women
were allowed to be present the east
j smiled and said "Oh, well, you know
what the west is. Anything goes out
there." Then in Philadelphia two
"hopes of the white race" met to see
which could most batter the other, and
the fill was witnessed by 400 or so
women. All this talk about the west
must be bunkum, when even sleepy oia
Philadelphia can put It all over rust
At' last the Outlook managed to get
its name mentioned in connection with
i its correspondent's tour.
Ten monoplanes and 20 biplanes
rave been ordered for the French
army. Probably they will hover above
the troops during a charge. S3ld troops
gting ahead l.ke mad lest one of th
skv skirmishers fall upon them.