A year ago ?
Today ? a leader
A sweeping verdict for QUALITY
By H. LOUIS RAYBOLD.
c ji 2 1. b> McClur* Newspaper Syndicate.
"HKI.1.0, HBIJX), FRECKLES."
That w*is what It be^an with ?
lie long love h ffair between Perry
H?iii|in?n and Sally Treston, which
n:(r l>c?-ame so woefully tangled
villi money matters and isolation In
If wilderness and Itev. Hornce Crane.
Hui luick to the day of first things.
Vrry Hampton, by some queer chance,
i;i<1 Iwn dumped without ceremony
n:?> i li?* Misses Hill's select klnder
[nMfti, and, standing, a small, shy,
iroun-lirnded stranger, on the out
sorts of a magic circle, had seen ex
crnled to him a little Invitational
ini'rt. "Hello, Freckles!" the dearest
reU*e lie had ever heard addressed
liin. And straightaway in love fell
Ureter Perry with Miss Sarah V.
frvMon, who was as adorable at five
it the was Inter at nineteen.
Ami vet it was when Sally was
llneteen t ha t Perry bid her a cold,
[wxl-liv. Not thnt he meant it cold
No. indeed! Only the barrier he
j?e(a iliein ? it was Perry who
heuyht ?>r it that way ? loomed to t lie
M; ii ns insurmountable, at least until
ip hflil wrested a comfortable livell
lood for two yen rs from his civil en
Ineeiing. For Sarah was scheduled
& inherit n considerable fortune from
in olfl iind crabbed aunt who lived
d seclusion up In the country and
ftined liable lo a quick demise ?>t any
noinent. And a stubborn Don Quix
ileiMu in Perry kept his mouth closed
m tlie declarations of love 'which
iirued within him until he could back
hetn with offerings more substantial.
Their farewell conversation was
riijrlcnll.v restrained, its chief impor
imct ? am] poignancy ? lying in what
iiit left unsaid.
"Yes. Sally, I'm off tomorrow to the
".S?. soon?" Snll.v bit nn under Hp,
nil^lit otherwise liave quivered.
"The kiH>ncr the better," returned
'??rry. almost savagely. "It's in.v .first
d? ,l"h- damming an undammable rlv
f>". ! >?' poi to make good!"
Spied One ?f the Boyt.
| "I? I ? 1 wtsh yon luck, Pefry
Midway site checked the Impure
to utter words which would have
brought Perry's army about her in
(iplle of himself.
"When I come back," began Perry,
"when I come back ? I'll ? I'll let you
"Why. of course." mid Sally In sur
prise, "anil we'll he writing back and
forth all the time !"
So it was with the promise of fre
quent letters ringing in his ??in r that
Perry finally took himself away, per
mitting only ever so slight and pro
longed pressure of his fingers to con
vey the yearning and love with which
his heart was filled.
For a while letters from Sally
reached Perry regularly. He respond
ed promptly with long, interesting ac
counts of his work ? the progress made,
the obstacles surmounted. Then, with
out warning, the letters stopped.
Perry, at first frantic, then sunk In !
depths of gloom, plunged bitterly into
his task until its completion was in
I sight and his return home made pos
sible. His one desire was to see Sally
find learn the explanation of her sl
1 lence. .
We have several Used Cars
!n hand which will be offered for
sale at public auction on
Saturday, May 27th, 1922,
at 10 o'clock a. m.
I" you want a Bargain do not
fail to attend this sale. I
j Sale will be held in the Gilmer Lane, j
p C. BOGGS MOTOR & !
LIGHT CO., !
Lcwisburg,, ? West Virginia.
? 'sun*' ? !??? night hofnre his departure.
Sitting in the doorway of the shanty
that was headquarters for the rude
construction camp. he s| ?!e?l one of the
hoys coming up the trail, and his heart
leaped nt the thought of possible mall.
lint, after all, what he had hoped
would he letters proved only a bundle
of newspapers many days old. Sud
denly, jit an Inconspicuous item, his
universe spun dizzily around.
"Married ? on the 30th, Miss Sniah
V. I'reston. to the Itev. Horace Crane."
It couhln't he! Mereiful heavens ?
his Sally, whom he had loved since
childhood ! Ai'd yet, there it was, in
cold black and white for everyone to
read. Forcing the unwelcome convic
tion of its truth upon him, it flashed
across his mind l hot here lay the rea
son fer lur failure to write. Kngaged
to another man. why should she care
whether or not her letters had been
the one brightness of his laborious
d?>s? llev. Horace Crane! Wiio was
!.e '! Wait ? eh. no, s'irely that could
not bf ihe niaii. And vet ? Perry
t-al!ed to nt'itd a gaunt, elderly per
son wlui pie;i>lied in the church to
which he had I loquently accompanied
Sally. I -.1:1 ?he thought of his fr? sb.
girlish sweetheart married to that man
?\ s:>? bitt< r T?> I'crry.
Tinkle? tinkle? tini.le ? . The tele
phone hell attached to the instrunien'
I'ldy jus: installed w i 1 1 1 great ditliciii
ty jai gl??d in the room behind bin'
So recent had its acquisition been thn
l'erry had no: jet become nccuMotne?
to his ii'cv'neetlun with the oatshh
"Hello? hello? hello:"
-Hello. I rccl.lrs:"
l'erry had a sensation of falntness
"Who ? \i ho is this?" he managed t?
say, knowing, of course. It wasn't tit
one person ; he knew it wasn't.
"Why ? Sally I'reston!"
"Yon mean the Mrs. Itev. Hor.".c<
Crane," sal-I Perry sternly, wilb. vha?
he considered great presence of mind
Was it >1 giggle or a sob or an ex
clamation at the other end? l'erry
was not sure. Hut there followed ?
moment of silence, which is an ex
pensive luxury in a long-distance con
versation. Then, "Oh, l'erry, l'erry!
My aunt !"
Unfortunately, at that moment oc
curred one of those breaks in com
munication which will happen on the
best-regulated lines. In vain Perry
sought for a response. Not even the
Hut l'erry was (00 happy to care.
He saw it all now ? the aunt for whom
Sally was named coming on a > isit,
meeting her niece's pastor, and mar
rying him In spit? of her age and
withered ness. And, happy thought,
her marriage would divert at least a
portion of that troublesome legacy
into other channels. He was free to
ask Sally to marry him!
A week later Perry learned from
Sally's lips that his surmises were
substanllvll.v correct. "Only ?toy.
? lear." he reproached her tenderly,
''did you stop writing and so give me
reason to believe what seemed incred
"My dear," said his promised wife,
"I had to do something to startle you.
You were so stunld, dear!"
Yet. after all. most men in love are
e little bit stupid.
By FREDERICK HART.
?, 1921, l>y McCtuie Newspaper Syndicate.
It wns noon ? a hot, sticky noon, with
l lie sun shining down on l lie lowering
buildings and populous streets of lower
New York 11s though, not satisfied with
t lie temperature, it was malignantly
doing its host to add another three or
four degrees to the^eugth ?>f the al
ready stretehed inereury. The throngs
that flooded the sidewalks and dodged
in mid out among the stream of ft rue t
ears, automobiles, and trucks tlmt clut
tered about the Intersection of Wall
and liuoad streets were thinly clad?
the men in palm beach suits. for the
most part, the girls In white filmy gar
ments; hut even these efforts could not
bring about the desired coolness.
The narrow, high-walled streets
caught and held the heat like ovens;
each window turned itself into a min
iature reflector and multiplied the pow
er of the sun. Only in vne square was
therf promise of relief ? in the little
block where Tj-inlty church stands, its
spire dwarfed by the mighty buildings
that crowd It about, hut sturdily
guarding Its sacred plot of grass? the
graveyard where Alexauder Hamilton
nnd Robert Fulton 11? buried, sacred
among the booming thunders of com
Here were winding paths and green
grass for tired feet, weary of the
pound of the cement pavements; and
here was the cool, dim Interior of the
church Itself, where shadows drove
away the heat and sometimes the dim
notes of the organ took the business
sick mind away from the racket of
typewriters and tickers and gave It
soothing melodies to rest and refresh
for a space before the afternoon, in
exorable. called again to the world of
commerce and trade.
Info one of the bypaths leading
along a row of flaking brownstone
sin bs which marked the last resting
place of forgotten pioneers the city
walked a girl. Sin- was renmrkahle In
tlmt while obviously dressed with an
eye to coolness mid comfort she still
gate the impression of being fully chid
?an effect which many or her sisters
abroad in that v u 1 1 r> weather utterly
failed to attain. Her step was stow,
her eves on the ground, her
iron gate of t !??? churchyard and occa
sionally compared lils watch with the
ejock in the steeple. Apparently he
Was waiting for something, or some
one. When the girl appeared he had
fold* d the newspaper and watched her
Intent l\ .
Sh?? carried a liny hunch of violets,
bought from <?ne of the many tlower
hawkcrs iliat Infest the nearhy cor
ners. As she scanned tlie headstones
she' paused ; then, apparently finding
what she sought, she stooped above
one of the smallest of the. graves,
smoothed the grass on the mound with
her hand and laid the violets against
the slanting headstone. When she
straightened tip and turned away from
her task her eyes were wet. The .voting
man, gathering his courage, arose, ap
proached her and took off his hat.
"I beg your pardon for my forward
ness lit speaking to you In thjs uncon
ventional manner," he said. "But 1
have seen you, once a week, all during
the summer place flowers on ihat little
grave. And If you will pardon my
cuflosity, for which 1 assure you I
have good reason, I should like to ask
you why you remember Janet Cald
who died In 1703, in this way?
Believe dip, J tui not inspired by mere
The girl Itntkcd at liim a moment
and then decided to speak.
"Have you read the epitaph?" she
"Yes, hut I don't remember all of
it, except the -mime and t lie date."
"Well, it is such a little stone and
w? alone, and it leans over a* though
it were tired. And ? come and read it."
They wenl together to the grave
and, stooping, the young man de
ciphered the worn inscription:
11 If JACKT
Janet, Daughter of Kphraim and }
Age It) yrs. .'I mos.
1 777-1 71W.
ltequiescat in Pace. ? j
"Think of it !"* said the girl. "Only j
sixteen; and her little grave seems so j
neglected here witli all the others. I J
was sorry for her; and 1 ? 1 thought'
she might like the violets ? and I ? " !
The young man was not listening. !
Instead he wai? digging in his waist- j
coat pocket. After some search he '
produced somciliiug and hehl it in the <
palm of his hand.
"Would you like in know what she >
looked like?'' he asked.
"Oh!" The gill's face was rosy. I
"I >o you? I mean are you "
"l.ook." in the young mail's hand 1
was an ancient miniature, the cover |
snapped hack. The girl looked long at
the face on the thin plate of i\ory. i
"Oh." she breathed again, "how !
beautiful she is!"
"That was painted the year before
she died," said the young man quietly.
"Her falher, Kphraim, was my father
er's great-great-grandfather. .My name
Is Grant Caldwell and this miniature
Is fill that is left to remember the
family of old Kphraim. And you ? you
thought of her, while I am afraid that
I had forgotten her."
The girl's eyes were bright with un
"Hut you'll never forget her now,"
"No ? not if you'll let rne ? ? "
"]a'( you what?"
"If you'll help me always to remem- [
tier her ? by seeing you again."
Stefansson says he will take along
no food on lil.s rush to the I'ole, while
his rival Amundsen ha? Just contracted j
for a seven-years' supply. Amundsen i
sa.w there is little animal life north ,
i f degrees, and the sleds mtisf he 1
loaded with food if the explorer would i
not ft.ee starvation.
Ask a User about
Nearly everywhere you will
find a satisfied Delco-Light
user. These users, in ox
pressinir their satisfaction,
show that Delco-Light is the
electric light and power plant
for those wantiu good, do
pendahle electric service.
Thers's a Satisfied User near You.
J. CLARK BABER, -Dealer,
It Runs on Kerosine. Renick, W. Va.
Place of Infinite Quiet and Res 1
Poetically Depicted by Great
The tm\n was :im-i<-ut ami compact
I ? it domino of tiled houses and walled
, gardens, dwarfed by I lie dispropor- I
tioiiato liigticns of ill** church. From
the midst of lite 1 borough fare which'
divided it in half, liflds and trees ?ere
| visible lit either end; and through the
i sallyport of every .street, there llowed
j In from the country u silent invasion
1 of green grass. Dees and birds ap
I pea red to make the majority of th?
I inhabitants; every garden had its rov*
| of hives, the eaves of every house
I were plastered with the nests of
| swallows, and the pinnacles of (he
| church were flickered about all day
| long by a multitude of wings. Th#
l town was full of Roman foundations;
| iind as I looked out that afternoon
1 from the low windows of the Inn, I
should scarce have been surprised to
see a centurion coming up the street
with a fatigue draft of legionnaires.
In short. StaMbridge-Minster was one
I of those towns which appear to be
maintained by England for the in
sl ruction and delight of the American
rambler; to which he seetas guided
by an Instinct not less surprising than
the setter's; and which he visits and
quits with equal enthusiasm. ? "The
Wrc ker," by Robert Louis Stevenson
and Lloyd Osbourne.
In raising market fowls there are
several breeds of fowls that reach a
great weight in a very short time.
? ? ?
The ch!cken house on the farm need
not be elaborate. It should not be
connected with any other building.
W'JULL) PHtStRVE OLD HOUSE
Efforts Being Made to Raise Money to
Euy Dwelling Dating From Sev
Simic who lo\e good things ? and
happily Interest In the architecture of
former ajies is awakening more
and more ? arc trying to preserve a
remarkable old peasant s dwelling at
Harreveld, a lonely hamlet on the
heather in the province of Uelderlarid.
It is called los lule, dating from the
Seventeenth century and the last house
of the Saxon type. Los, in the Geld
rlan dialect, means open, by which it
is Indicated that the house consists of
one room only and that there are no
partitions between the places for hous
ing nnd sleeping for men and beasts;
cows ai d goats and chickens living
peacefully together with the inmates,
'fliere Is no chimney pi ace ; the wood
Are bums in u hole in the floor, which
Is of stone, and the smoke is allowed
to And nn outlet as it pleases.
The peasants, man and wife, who
are living here are beset with the ex
tremely modern, yet most unfortunate
thought of having a wall built between
the stable and the dwelling room, add
ing a chimney and building another
room, by all of which renovations the
house will be irretrievably spoiled.
The managing committee of th?
^open-air museum at Arnhem are now;
trying to get. money together in order
to buy the house and have It removed
to tlu-ir museum park. It Is much to
he hoped that they will meet with a
A. man s idea of giving the square
deal is to himself.
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