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Cats in Churches .
TLfOST of the churches in Naples have three or four
cats attached to them. They are kept for the pur
pose of catching the mice which infect all ancient
Neapolitan buildings. ,
BRASS -:-
14 ThriHing and Gripping Serial of Married Life From the
Pen of a Successful American
Novelist.
By Charles G. Norris,
Author of Nation-Wide Reputation
and Writer of Popular
Novels.
IT was yet the gray hour of
morning; the birds were already
nimbly breakfasting, breaking
the stillness of the hour with their
Staccato piping. In the next room
Mrs. Baldwin was moving about,
and below Wong was briskly chop
ping kindling for his morning fire.
Day Dreams.
He closed his eyes dreamily and
lived again the enthralling mo
ments of his encounter with the
girl, awaking in himself afresh the
Intoxicating sensations that had
stirred and thrilled him. He
■tretched himself luxuriously,
languorously, his arms extended,
his legs flung wide, arching his
back like a great cat. Relaxed, a
■mile of happy contentment came
to his lips. Then with a bound,
he jerked back the covers and
leaped to the floor. He leaned his
forehead against the raised sash
of the window for a moment, drink
ing in the sweet fragrance of the
morning. At his elbow stood an
old dilapidated desk which had
been his own for many years. He
turned to this now and, after rum
maging in one of its lower drawers,
extracted a mounted photograph
With torn and broken corners. It
was a pcture of his' graduting
class at high school. He found
Rosemary’s face among the others
and studied it, rubbing the tiny
likeness in the photograph with a
fore-finger tip in an effort to make
It less indistinct. **
Presently ne laid it down and
drew off his night-shirt with a
quick movement of his arms. His
nakedness was pleasant. Again he
■tretched himself, rising on his
toes, reaching heavenward with
distended fingers. His clean, young
body was hard, lean and magnific
ently proportioned, the flesh like
unblemished, white ivory; the lithe
muscles beneath the satin skin
rippled sinuously like coiling and
uncoiling snakes. He felt gloriously
olive, gloriously potential. His
DON’TS FOR FOURTH
AVOID ALL UNNECESSARY RISKS
A safe and sane Fourth will
emphasize the meaning: of Inde
pendence Day better than noisy
and dangerous demonstrations,
for it will symbolize our inde
pendence of the senselessness
that has too often prevailed on
this holiday.
Unnecessary noises are a heart
less nuisance at any time; wherf
multiplied on the Fourth of July
they are intolerable.
Fireworks, pistols and explos
ives should, of course, not be
Hised near any hospital or other
institution for the care of the
‘
fcymmerTood/
I Mueller’s Spaghetti
keeps you out of the
kitchen these hot
summer days. It’s so
light and tender that it
cooks in ten minutes.
The many dainty
1 hot'weather dishes
, I you can easily prepare
1 from it tempt the
I jaded summer appe-
I tite. And after eating
\ it you feel refreshed
A \ and invigorated. It
is nourishing but not
\ Write for Tempting
\ Summer Recipes
MUELLER'S
SPAGHETTI
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JtWMttITY
► youth, his great strength,*his vigo»*
ous health delighted him. He in
flated his chest, sucking his
stomach into a great cavern be
neath his ribs, pounding with
shut fists the hard surface of his
breast, alternately digging his
finger-tips into the firm flesh
about the nipples. When the
pent-up breath escaped, it left him
with an explosioh of a smothered
shout.
At breakfast his mother eyed
him more than once attentively,
and his buoyancy aroused even
Hayry’s curiosity.
“What’s the matter with you
this morning?” he demanded, tuck
ing in great mouthfuls of griddle
cakes. "You act kind of crazy.”
“Oh —just ginger. I used to
feel * this way before a big game
when Id been training.~By George,
I’d like to be out on the old grid
iron this afternoon. . . . Wish
there wasn’t always so much
darned work!”
But the longing for diversion ■
was short-lived. His energy was
almost immediately directed to
ranch affairs. Before he had
finished his breakfast the packing
boss was waiting on the side
porch for orders, and Fennykiki
brought word that the irrigating
pump had broken down.
An Exhiliratirife Morning.
But the morning was golden;
the sky, the air, the earth pos
sesed some new challenge for him
that sent the blood pounding in
his veins and put a spring into
his step. His loose-jointed figure
seemed fairly to bound with excess
vitality as he strode along the
ranch roads or crossed the clodded
surface of the orchards. At the
blacksmith’s shop for sheer joy
of strength, he caught up a horse
shoe and twisted its prongs until
it parted in his hands. .With the
full sweep of his open palm, he
struck the flank of one of the
mules in the corral, and laughed
aloud when the animal kicked
out viciously and ran madly from
him with wide rolling eyes.
Os Rosemary, he hardly thought
■ sick and injured, but it must not
be forgotten that there is serious
sickness everywhere in the resi
dential sections of the city, and
that someone will be tortured,
no matter where the noises are
made.
Toy cartridge pistols, toy can
nons and devil bombs should not
be used or sold. They cause
very serious injuries.
Fireworks are dangerous play
toys, and children should not be
-allowed to have them in their
possession. Even the small fire
crackers and lighted punk have
been prolific sources of property
loss and death through fires.
A poor example is set by the
parent who shoots off fireworks
for his amusement, and
a serious accident may deprive
his dependents of their only
means of support.
Close your windows and guard
against sparks if your neighbors
persist in setting off skyrockets,
Roman candles and fountains.
Don’t send up toy balloons, as
they are readily set on fire and
ignite places upon which their
fragments fall.
Keep Japanese lanterns away
from inflamable materials and
watch them while in use. Swing
ing ’ paper lanterns and colored
tissue paper about electric lights
easily catch fire and should not
be used.
ADVERTISEMENT. ADVERTISEMENT.
Be Careful What You Wash Your Hair With
If you want to keep your hair in j
good condition, be careful what you I
wash it with.
Many soaps and prepared sham
poos contain too much free alkali.
This dries the scalp, makes the hair
brittle, and is very harmful.
Mulsified cocoanut oil shampoo
(which is pure and entirely grease
less), is much better than anything
else you can use for shampooing,
as this cannot possibly injure the
hair.
Simply moisten your hair with
water and rub it in. Two or three
teaspoonfuls will make an abun
dance of rich, creamy lather, and
cleanse the hair and scalp thor
oughly. The lather rinses out easily,
and removes every particle of dust,
dirt, dandruff and excess oil. The
hair dries quicklv and evenly, and it
leaves it fine And silky, bright,
THE WASHINGTON TIMES
A Novel of Marriage
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•at all. If visions of her recurred
to him, they were of her white
oval face and masses of dark,
chestnut hair lying in the crook
of his elboto, her lips waiting for
his kiss. More than once he
stopped in the hot shadows of the
silent orchards, closed his eyes and
let his memory carry him back to
the felicity of that moment. It
would be wonderful to do it again,
ho told himself. It was on that
thought his mind lingered, not
upon the girl. Upon these reflec
tions his emotions rose like a tide,
sending his blood racing to
temples and finger-tips. It brought
back the exuberance of the early
morning. It was splendid to be
alive; it was marvelous to be
young. With it all there was a
sensation of triumph, of success,
of glorious masterfulness. He had
achieved something.
Mechanical Mood.
All afternoon he wrestled with
the mechanical intricacies of the
gasoline engine which operated the
Irrigating pump. He enjoyed the
task; it fitted in with his humor.
His inventiveness and determina
tion were aroused and when, with
the aid of some sealing wax and
a home-made gasket of packing
paper, he stopped the air-leak in
the cylinders, and the engine ran
smoothly again, he could have
clapped his hands and danced like
a boy.
The mood was still upon him as
he came down from the pump
house, and followed the irrigating
ditch to where the bridge crossed.
It was the shortest way back to
the house and he was anxious to
get home aiid have a cold bath
before supper. A heavy pipe
cutting tool and chain hung from
his shoulder, his shirt and pants
were daubed with engine oil from
his work and his bare forearms
were streaked with grease. His
head and neck were bare, his
hair tumbled and matted upon
his forehead. As he strode along,
he swung his torn and faded
straw hat back and forth, and
WHEN DID IT
HAPPEN?
1— When was Thomas a’
Becket, Archbishop of Canter
bury, murdered?
2 When did former President
Benjamin Harrison die?
3 When was Columbia Uni
versity, N. Y. .City, founded?
4 When did the first repre
sentative legislative assembly in
» America convene?
6—When was the second At
lantic cable laid?
(Answers to these queries will
be printed tomorrow.)
ANSWERS.
To Yesterday’s Questions.
1— The Seven Weeks’ War be
tween Prussia and Austria took
place in 1866.
2 Admical Farragut, U. S. N.,
captured the Confederate iron
clad "Tenessess” at Mobile, Aug
ust 5, 1864.
3 Ottawa, Canada, was settled
in 1827.
4 The Interstate Commerce
law west into effect February 4,
1887.
5 The song, "Robin Adair,”
first became popular in the last
half of the 18th century.
(Copyright. 1923, Kin* Features
Syndicate. Inc.)
male laborers in China
receive wages of from five
cents to eighty cents a day. Many
of the workers toil fourteen hours
a day.
Ip?
fluffy, wavy, and easy to manage.
You can get Mulsified cocoanut
oil shampoo at any drug store. It
ia inexpensive, and a few ounces
will last everyone -in the family for
months.
W.L. George and His Wife
ACROSS THE BREAKFAST TABLE .
A Silent Mood, t
MR. GEORGE: What’s the
matter? Ther* must be
something the matter.
MRS. GEORGE (cold): Oh?
*MR. GEORGE:
Something must
haye displeased
* you. You were
silent when you
gbt up, and now
you sit in front
of me like a pic
ture of misery.
MRS. GEORGE
(observant): Oh?
MR. GEORGE:
yes, I suppose
It’s better that
you should say “Oh” than that
you should say nothing, but it
doesn’t help to solve the mystery.
It leaves me just where I was,
wondering if I’ve annoyed you.
You know how worried I am
when that happens.
MRS. GEORGE (polite): Oh?
MR. . GEORGE (irritated): I
really can’t make you out. I’m
told that I understand women,
though I never did say such a
thing. I hope only that I per
ceive a glimmer of light in the
dark recesses of feminine brains,
but there’s one woman whom I
broke into an old song of his -
father’s:
“At midnight hour beneath the
tower,
He murmured soft, oh nothing
fearing.
For she loved a bold dragoon,
* With his broad sword, saddle,
bridle.
Whack! Fol-de-rol!”
The sun was rapidly sinking
and already there was the cooling
promise of evening in the air. A,
clump of young willows grew be
neath the bridge where the ditch
joined an old creek bed, and here
he suddenly came upon a girl
washing her clothes. She was
sitting on a rock, her skirt pulled
up to her bare knees, while be
tween her stockingless legs on
the surface of the stone before
her, she pounded and scrubbed a
handful of white linen. She
heard his song and his step at
the moment he caught sight of
HOW MR. LECONTE THRASHER KEPT THEM ON
THE JUMP.
IPUT down my paper, took off
my glasses and walked to the
end of the yard. Bobby, I
thought, had whistled to me.
"What is it, Bobby?” I called.
There was no answer, so I went
back to my reading.
No sooner was I comfortably
settled than the whistle again rang
out.
Once more I walked to the gate
But no Bobby was In sight.
“What's that boy trying to do?"
I said to myself, "it isn’t like
him to tease me this way. Surely,
Bobby wouldn’t play a trick on me.
And, besides, I think that Bunny
and he went to the village.”
I was right, because in a few
moments up cantered Bobby on his
calico pony—for we were out West
in California, with Bunny strad
dling the saddle in front of him.
"Were you back behind the
house a little while ago, Bobby?”
I inquired.
"No, Foxy Grandpa. Bunny and
I came straight up the road,” he
answered.
"Well,” I continued, "somebody
has been whistling to me. I went
but twice, thinking it was you and
that you wanted me. But there
was no one there.”
"That’s funny," said Bobby
"Hark! There he is again.* Run
out and see who is there It’a
strange, how it keeps up that
whistling.”
Bobby ran into the back yard,
but soon returned. He had had the
same experience I’d had. No one
was there.
A.£?ain the whistle sounded clear
and strong-just as if someone
were trying to get me to come to
him.
• • The Notional Daily • •
-:- By Charles G. Norris
can’t understand —that’s the one
I’ve married.
MRS. GEORGE (sadly): Oh?
MR. GEORGE: What Is the
matter? There jggg^
you sit suggest
ing that I’ve M
made myself un
pleas ant, that
the dog is ill, WMtmm&fflig
that the roof is
falling in, that
your frock has
* come back all M
wrong, that some ’ M
one has been WRaK'JM
rude to you, f
something of
that sort and W'W
you won’t tell me. Why don’t
you? I may have made myself
unpleasant, though (righteous)
I’m not at all aware of that.
MRS. GEORGE (sarcastic): Oh?
MR. GEORGE: Oh, don’t go on
saying “Oh.” I can’t bear to see
you like that. It upsets me. I’d
rather know the worst (Artful) I
don’t suppose there’s anything
the matter with you at all. Darl
ing, what is it, tell me, and I’ll
put it right. (Angry) I demand
to know what’s the matter.
Mrs. George then gives her
famous imitation of a fish.
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her, and stopped her work to
stare at him. The song was
wiped from his lips by the abrupt
ness of the encounter, .and he,
too, stood still, returning her
gaze but smiling a little at the
pleasing picture she made. She
was pretty, he could see that,
with short-cropped black hair,
wavy and thick, hanging in love
concuslon about her ears. She
had a healthy sun-brown color,
and a pair of full, deep red Up*
that were a trifle open, showing
small, glitterln gteeth. Her neck
rose from the tucked-in collar of
her loose blouse, round, slender
and nut-brown. Her forearms,
too, were a warm tan, but her
knees, wet and glistening with
the water in which she had been
standing, were white as milk.
“Who’re you?” she demanded
bluntly.
Bunny, who had been sitting
there quietly, sat up after the
whistling had kept up for quite a
while. He cocked his head on one
side and then started toward the
place from which the whistling
came.
"I wonder if Bunny can solve
the mystery,” I said to Pobby.
“I’ll give him an extra carrot
for dinner if he does,” answered
Bobby.
In a few minutes Bobby came
bounding upon the porch. He sat
there and laughed until his sides
shook. He held one side and then
he held the other side, he laughed
so hard.
Finally he stopped laughing and
chuckled:
“The Joke’s on you, Foxy
Granda.”
“Why?” I asked indignantly.
"It’s only Leconte Thrasher.”
“Well, if the gentleman wishes
to see me, why does he stay out
behind the fence? Why doesn’t
he call at the front door like a
gentleman should?” I grumbled.
“What does he want any way?”
At this Bunny fell on the floor
laughing.
“He isn’t a gentleman and he
hasn’t any business. Mr. Leconte
Thrasher is a bird—but he is dif
ferent from other birds because
he can whistle the way you heard
him.”
“Well,” I said, “that beats me,
I was sure it was some French
man you were talking about.”
(How Battling Sandy’s Fight
ing Temper Was Cooled.—ln to
morrow’s story.)
(Copyright, 1923, by International
Feature Service. Inc.)
TUESDAY, JULY 3, 1923.
A Narrative of Compelling Interest by the Author of “The
Amateur” and “Salt, the Education of
Griffith Adams.”
Philip’s smile broadened, but he ■
did not answer.
"Rubber neck!’* she flung at
him.
He continued to study her, his
face alight with amusement.
There was no trace, now, of the
embarrassment and clumsiness he
had known the night before. Her
charming boyish attitude de
lighted him and he looked his
fill.
A dark flush came into her
face. She slid off the rock and
began to gather up the rinsed
and tightly rolled pile of gar
ments beside her.
A Resentful Look.
"I beg your pardon,” Philip
said, recovering himself with a
rush. "I was staring.”
The girl threw him a quick, re
sentful glance as much as to say,
“I should think you were!” but
she did not utter the words. A
stocking she had been washing
rolled out from the bundle In her
arms and fell back Into the wa
ter. She tried to reach it wl*h
her bare toe but it drifted far
ther out and headed for the
swifter current. Philip dropped
his cutting toed and chain, leaped
down the bank, reached the es
caping garment with two strides,
and scooped it up with a quick
finger. He held it up as .ie
might have done a drowned rat
and offered 'lt to her with grave
ceremony. He won his expected
smile then; a faint twitching of
full lips and a swift glance cf
dark eyes.
“Much obliged,” she murmured.
“I didn’t mean to be rude. I
I just couldn’t help looking. I
do know better,” he added lamely.
“I’m not familiar with country
manners,” she returned, but the
look in her eyes was forgiving.
His words challenged him; ho
gazed at her frankly puzifled.
“Where do you come from?” he
queried.
“I believe I- asked first,” she
answered tartly.
"Well, I come from—here,”
Philip said. "This is my home.”
The girl inferred he spoke of
Vacaville.
“Work here?” she pursued.
Philip saw she had not under
stood; it amused him that she
should draw her own inference.
“Yes, I’ve always worked here.
And you?”
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• “I just came today. My home’s
in San Francisco.”
A light broke upon him.
"Oh. you’re one of that crowd
of cutters the Y. W. C. A. Ibnt
up here; you’ve just come over
from Coachman’s.”
The girl nodded. "Who’s the
boss here?”
Philip grinned. “Well—er—Mis.
Baldwin owns this ranch.”
"I know that, stupid. Who’s
the superintendent?”
"Oh—a fellow.”
“Is he decent?”
"Kind of.”
She shook her mop of abundant
black hair until it freed her eyes,
brushing away a stubborn wisp
with a bent wrist. The round
neck was slim and beautifully
brown; near the roots of the hair
where the sun had not reached the
skin was still delicately white;
the hollow at the base om her
throat was of pebble smooth
ness, exquisitely modeled as by
a sculptor’s inspired thumb. The
loose blouse, as she flung mack
her head, revealed where the sum
mer tan blended with the milky
whiteness of her breast.
His Wild Desire.
To Philip there flashed a sud
den vision of bis encounter with
the other girl the before,
but instead of Rosemary’s sweet
oval face and dark chestnut
tresses, he saw In the crook of
his elbow the bewitching features
now before him, the royal mop of
black hair in lovely profusion
upon his arm, the full lips lifted
to meet his. A desire to kiss
this strange and lovely girl sud
denly filled him. He wanted to
take her in his arms just as he
had Rosemary, and 'softly and
tenderly press his lips to hers.
It was the male instinct within
him, wakened but a few hours
attracted it. It was innate, primi
tive. as natural as the bee seeking
the brilliant bloom, the moth
fluttering after the flame.
His eyes, that were like his
father’s, warmed with the tumult
of his thoughts. The girl saw,
but there was an honest yearn
ing behind the hungry look that
saved it from offense. He step
ped up on the bank to help her
and caught her hand still wet
from her washing. Her touch
thrilled him and he clung to it,
betraying his emotion in look
and gesture. She laughed—a
sweet, excited laugh—and „ plac
ing one bare foot upon a cushion
Longevity of Trees.
A BOUT 95 per cent of trees die before they are eighty,
while only 87 per cent of persons die* before reach
ing that age. The sequoia, an exceptional tree tome
times attains the age of 4,000; so also does the cypress.
of weeds, sprang to the level
above.
“What’s your name, Mr. Her*'
cules?” she demanded.
"Philip,” he said eagerly.
“Well much ob 11 ge d, Mr.
Philip.”
She laughed again, tossed her
hair, gingerly skipped across the
road buried her feet in the toft
grass on the further side, waded
the irrigating ditch again, and
climbed the path beyond, that
led to where the tents had been
pitched beside the alfalfa field.
Philip watched breathlessly. From
the flap of one of the tents she
looked back, Waved a bit of
twisted washing towards him and
disappeared.
The Family Circle.
His small slater lay asleep In
the circle of Philip’s arm, as be
read of a new bleaching process
in the magazine he kept open on
his knee with hla free hand. Tbs
Judge was deep in the pages of
the Sacramento Bee, reaching oc
casionally for some stale French
candy of which he was extremely
fond. Mrs. Baldwin, figuring ac
counts, spiking Mils and receipts
on two sharp-pointed letter-spikes,
murmured audibly as she added.
Harry was out; he had gone to
Vacaville to watch a pod tourna
ment. The evening was like many
others Philip had known: still,
peaceful, odorous. The side porch,
where the Baldwins always sat
after supper, was cod and pleas
ant, the lamps gave out a cheer
ful radiance, the wicker rockers
squeaked comfortably, the flow
ering fuchsias scented the air.
Occasionally a winged insect flung
Itself against the wire screening
with a pinging sound; the irrigat
ing pump maintained a pulsing
drone, and far off Portugese ranch
hands were singing to an accor
dion. Otherwise the night was
still, stars blinked through the
thick foilage of plum trees, the
earth cooled after the day’s flagel
lating heat.
"Take her up to bed, Phil,* Mrs.
Baldwin said, break the silence,
“it’s long past nine.”
The Judge laid down his news
paper, took off his spectacles to
clean them, and noisily cleared
hie throat.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)