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MOUNT HOLLY. BURLINGTON COUNTY. N. J.. TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 4. 919
ESTABLISHED 1879
Mount Holly Lodge Directory
Mount Holly Lodge No. 14, F. & A. M
Masonic Temple
Meets Mondays on or before full moon
Joeepb W. Colkltt, Secretary
Mount Holly Lodge No. 848, B. P. O. Elks
Kelsey 4t Kiltie Building
Meets first and tblrd Tuesday in each month
Harry L. Walters, .Secretary
M*. Holly Lodge No. 737, L. O. O. Moose
Meets every Tuesday at Moose Home' ju
Tbos. W. Mulraney, Secretary
Pocahontas Tribe No. 18, Imp’d O. K. M.
Meets every Monday In Red Men’s Hall
John B. Dobbins, C, of U
N. J Lodge No_ I, Knights of Pythias
Meets every Friday In Red Men’s Hall
Samuel C. Stanton, K of K. and s.
Marion Circle No. 9, Brotherhood of
America
Meets every Wednesday In Red Men’s Hall
John Throckmorton. Jr., Secretary
Mount Holly Camp No 78, Woodmen of
the World
Meals second and fourtb Tuesday In Kelsey
A K11 lie Building
Irving C. Oasklll, Secretary
Bright Star Lodge No. 15, Shepherds of
Bethlehem
Meats Mondays In Kelsey & Klllle Building
Anna M. Rossell, Scribe
Mt. Holly Court No. I, Imp O O Foresters
Meets second and fourth Tuesday, Red Men’s
Hall
Tttden Bldwell, Recording Secretary
Mt. Holly Temple No. 5, Masonic Tie
Meets every Thursday In Red Men’s Hall
Mrs. M. I. Pearson, scroll keeper
Gan. A. E. Shiras Post No. 26, G. A. R
Meets every Friday In Dill's Hall
Theodore Neely, Adjutant
Ladies’ Aid of the G. A. R.
Meets second and fourth Tuesday In Dill's Hall
Miss Lorens Bates, Secretary
Washington Council No. 10,Sr. O. U. A. M.
Meets every Thursday In Odd Fellows ball
Has kill building.
John N. Carty Secretary
Bants Maria Council, No. 1179 K. of C
Saint Mary's Hail, W. st Washington St.
Meets drat Sunday of the mouth at 2 p. m.
Tuesday after the third Sunday at 8 p. m.
Carlton F. Madden, Secretary
Waablngton Connell No. 5, Jr. O. U. A. M.
Meets every Tuesday lu Red Men’s Hall
Herbert R. Smith, Secretary '
Washington Camp No. 71, P. O. S. of A.
Thursdays In Kelsey A Klllle Building
Samuel K. Odder, secretary
Mt. Holly A Unity Lodge NO 1« I. O. O. F.
Meets every Wednesday In Uasklll Building
John B. Herbert Secretary
Camp 60, Patriotic Order of Amealca
meets every Wednesday evening In the
Kalaey A Klllle building .
Lena Welde, Secretary
Professional Cards
Or. ATWOOD
DENTIST
25 Main Street, Mount Holly, N. J
Flilluga of all kinds. Teeth with or without
platan, crown ai d bridge work. Teeth regu
lated. Plates repaired. Nitrous oxide gas
administered. Teeth extracted In your own
aome.
Samuel A. Atkinson
Coumellor at Law, Solicitor and
Master in Chancery
No. 108 High St. Mount Holly, N J.
WILLIAM H.-HEISLER, Jr. j
x ATTORNEY-AT-LAW
106 HIGH ST., MOUNT HOLLY, N. J.
Evenings at Pemberton, N. J.
JAMES LOGAN
CIVIL ENGINEER
OFFICE: Second Floor of Hawkins’
Insurance Rooms. Mount Holly
BILL TILIPBOII
Dr. E£. D. Prickitt
Office and Dispensary at
127 Main St., Mount Molly
All prescriptions can be renewed and
his special preparations obtained
Robert Peacock
Attorney at Law
117 Main Street 237 High Street
Mt. Holly, N. J. Burlington, N. J.
Both Phones
ROSS W. OUICKSALL,
Diamonds, Watches, Jewelry.
Violin Strings.
*4 MAIN STREET MOUNT HOLLY N.
George W. Vanderveer, M. D.
HOMOEOPATH 1ST,
Qlfdc* Street, uu Buttonwood, Mount Hollr, N. J
iUullIS A. M.
1 tO it P. M.
I to 8 P. M.
Does Insurance Pa)
Howell's Agency the Last
IO Months paid losses un
der 37 policies.
Partial lists:
PA1U RE'C’D
C. C. Will* Eat.t 6.80 49.40
t). C. WM» Eat . 24.00 906.00
B. H.Gravatt.40.06 187.60
EiMboldera. 6.00 4UU oo
IMI'I B. Ingllng.. 5.94 900 00
Eat. N. Tilton. 98.60 75.50
Be»J. p. pea POP, tornado,
2 lessen. 40.00 87 60
J. Pume Carter, plate glass 5.01 40 00
|, R. Howell & Co.,
Main street. Mount Holly
Tires and Repairs
Vulcanizing by steaui. Tires,
tubes repaired. Used tires
UPd tubes for sale.
Racine Automobile Tires
A gibbed Cord, Non-Skid Cord,
IGMfltry Cord, Plain Tread Casings
nr quick detachable, straight side,
FeguUr Clincher Tubes.
LINCOLN'S TIRE SHOP
IfU.UAMtF, LINCOLN, Prop.
Red Men'fc Hall
92 Mill St. „ m Mount Holly
Phone 841-J
be pud
to be
food
Saver
JONATHAN H. KELSEY HERBERT S. KILLIE
Counsellor-at-Law Attorney-at-Law
Master iu Chancery, Notary Public Commissioner of Deeds
55-57 Main Street, Mount Holly, N. J., 16 S. Main Street, Medford
also Pemberton, N. J. Tuesdays and Thursdays.
FIRE PLATE GLASS ACCIDENT
LIFE AUTOMOBILE TORNADO
KELSEY & KILUE
Kelsey & Kille block 55 Main St.
BELL PHONE MOUNT HOLLY. N- J.
lESIEAAI-, ESTATE
Properties Bought and Sold aad Managed Rents Collected, Mortgages Negotiated
Production
must be tremendously increased to save
the world from starvation. Last year
America furuished about twelve million
tons oi foodstuffs to other countries.
Let us speed up production and make
every tcre yield maximum capacity.
I — .... . — ___ ■
CAPITAL $100,000.00 SURPLUS & PROFITS $370,000.00
TOTAL RESOURCES OVER $2,000.000.00
Make Every Dollar Efficient
Make every dollar deliver one hundred cents’
worth of efficiency. Then you will get results
that will surprise you.
Seek safety first—start an account with the
Union National Bank.
3, per cent. Interest Paid on Savings Accounts.
UNION NATIONS!^ BANK
MOUNT HOLLY, N. J.
UNITED STATES DEPOSITARY ESTABLISHED 1871
Capital $100,000 Surplus & Profits, $131,185 34
Paper as a Medium of' Exchange
Paper has displaced gold as a medium of ex
change in domestic business of the United States
and in many other countries.
Your banking requirements receive best at
tention at the Mount Holly Safe Deposit and
Trust Company.
MOUNT HOLLY SAFE DEPOSIT & TRUST CO.
Capital $100,000 Sarplna and Protit* $108,743.07
Burlingion County Insurance Rooms
ESTABLISHED
Fire, Life, Accident, Etc.
HB^RY HAWKINS. Jr., Manager I
Successor to CHAS. M SLOAN |
<JJ. Union National Bank. MOUNT HOLLY, N. J fc
Children Cry for Fletcher’s
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been
in use for over thirty years, has borne the signature of
_ y? - and has been made under his per-*
fjr Bonal supervision since its infancy.
Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and “ Just-as-good ” are but
Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of
Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTORIA
Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric,
Drops and Soothing Syrups, It is pleasant. It contains
neither Opium, Morphine nor other narcotic substance. Its
age is its guarantee. For more than thirty years it has
been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency,
Wind Colic and Diarrhoea; allaying Feverishness arising
therefrom, and by regulating the Stomach and Bowels, aids
the assimilation of Food; giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children's Panacea—The Mother’s Friend.
GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS
In Use For Over 30 Years
The Kind You Have Always Bought
THE CENTAUR COM PANY, NEW YOWK CITY,
Farm
Administration—5 9
r>^»
ByJANE OSBORN
(Copyright, 191S, by McClure Newspaper
Syndicate.)
If women students took courses !n
veterinary surgery and animal hus
bandry there was no very good reason
why the men students at the idiort win
ter courses of the state agricultural
college should not select Prof. Lucy
Cummings’ course, known as farm ad
ministration—59. Still Prof. LOoy
Cummings was surprised, not to say
a little confused, when off to the left
side of the lecture room, contrasting
with the 50 or more young women’s
faces, she saw the four men students
who had apparently elected to take
her course.
It dealt, as the catalogue said In de
scribing it, with "the psychological and
sociological problems of the farm
household,” and considered in detail
the problems of “mnklng the farm
house a center of family recreation
and neighborhood social activity.”
Three of the young men who hod
elected It wore spectacles and took
notes copiously. Lucy discovered that
they were fitting themselves to be In
structors In agricultural subjects nnd
were apparently going straight through
the catalogue as part of their prepara
tion.
The fourth member took no notes—
he fvas, in fact, not taking the course
for credit. He was among the dozen
or so attendants of the agricultural
college who apparently came to a few
lectures merely as a matter of diver
8he Met the Two Brown Eyes.
Sion daring the winter months when
time hung heavily on their hands.
The fact that he was the only one
of the class who was not taking the
course for credit and that, therefore,
his were the only pair of eyes left
free to study Lucy as she delivered
her lecture made his presence loom
large in the lecture room.
Sometimes It semed to Lucy—who
was but twenty-five and just in her
second year as a college professor—it
seemed as if the room contained but
those two smiling, rather amused,
kindly, always attentive brown eyes.
Lucy herself had never lived many
months on the farm. She had chosen
to specialize in agricultural house
wifery because it combined her nat
ural interest in domesticity and things
rural—not because she had really
worked out the problem of the farm
er’s wife or had even a remote idea of
the difficulties that faced the farm
woman in her domestic relations.
Lucy frequently felt handicapped be
cause of her lack of practical experi
ence, but never did she feel so much
so as when In the course of a lecture
she would give utterance to some
highly optimistic and theoretical ideas
as to the charms of farmhouse life and
she would see the eyes at the side of
ttye room registering a degree more of
amusement.
The lecture that Lucy planned to
give the day before class disbanded
for the Christmas holidays was a prac
tical talk on Christmas in the farm
house. When she worked this lecture
up the year before she felt that she
had achieved her masterpiece, and in
fact many of the students of that
year had told her that it had proved
immeasurably helpful.
In the lecture she gave practical—
based on no actual experience, to be
Htjre—advice on how to bring Yuletide
cheer to the farmhouse, how to s«t up
the Christmas tree and how to deck
it with ornaments that could be all
produced on the farm—strung popcorn,
cranberries and rosy apples.
She took occasion to draw a con
trast between the Christmas sensor, ip
a city home and that in a farmhouse,
with all the advantage scored in fa
vor of the latter. In order to get
through the lecture at all she had to
keep her eyes steadily turned away
from the side of the room dominated
over by the pair of brown eyes. Then
came the end of the lecture and Lucy
knew that she had said something that
had brought an anticipatory thrill of
Christmas spirit to her class.
She was almost overcome with hap
piness as she heard the many voices
giving their Christmas best wishes.
They had actually clapped to show
their appreciation. This Lucy knew,
to be a most unusual tribute at the
college.
Ana Lucy needed this encouragement
sorely, for after college had closed all
that was left to her was the little de
serted boarding house In the college
town. Almost every one had left for
the holidays, but Lucy had no place
to leave for. Her only relatives, very
distant cousins, lived across the con
tinent, and Lucy had grown used to
solitary Christmases, the one day In
the year when people so seldom Include
anyone but their own family In their
Jollification.
So a snowy Christmas came and
went and all the Yuletlde cheer that
Lucy got was In the recollection of
the spirit of Christmas that she had
put Into that lecture and the applause
of appreciation that came afterward.
Lucy went out for a solitary stroll
over the snow the day after Christmas,
and It was there that she met the two
brown eyes for the first time out of
classroom. All she had learned about
the owner of them was that he was a
well-to-do and prosperous farmer who
was taking the course merely for n di
version.
As far as nctual knowledge of agri
culture went there wasn’t a specialist
In the college to whom he could not
give practical pointers in the special
ist’s own subject, so Lucy hud been
told.
Before Lucy knew It she had ac
cepted the Invitation offered to her
from her Interesting student to get Into
his sleigh, nnd then she realized that
she actually consented to accompany
her companion to his fnrih five miles
away.
“I'd like to have it fixed up the
way you told us farms ought to be
toed up,” he smiled, “but U’s pretty
hard for an old bachelor like me to
get any of that fine spirit into farm
ing. When my mother was with me
there we used sometimes to fix lip a
little, but now all the company I have
in the winter Is one hired man and
his wife to do the cooking, and a lot
they know or care about the higher
psychological aspect.”
Lucy flushed. She was afraid that
her student was laughing at her, hut
when she looked at him she saw that
he was looking very serious.
“I'm surprised,’ though, that you are
here for the holidays," he went on. “I
had an idea you were off having just
the kind of Christmas time you pic
tured to us.”
“No,” said Lucy simply. “I was at
the boarding house. I had no place to
go.” And then, feeling that she had
perhaps been a little too communica
tive, she changed the subject.
Assuming her most professional air
and trying to talk as she would had
her companion been nn eighteen-year
old student, and not a stalwart man
of thirty-five, she said: “You don't
know how pleased I was to have you
boys elect my course. I was especially
surprised that you should have found
it worth while—”
The brown eyes were leveled at her
and the professional air vanished.
“Now you ask, I’ll tell you,” he said
Slowly. “I’d have to tell you some
time. I took that course because when
I read in the catalogue all that hot air
about higher psychological aspects ol
farm life, I said to myself that any
one that could get up and talk that
kind of thing would be funny enough
to listen to. It seemed to me that there
just wasn’t any high aspect of farm
life. The women I knew never found
any in it. Even to my mother it was
killing drudgery.
“So I went prepared to be amused.
I thought I’d just listen a time or two;
and then—well, I might as well tell
you the rest—then I fell in love with
the teacher. I knew the only way 1
could ever hear her voice was to listen
to her lecture. I felt that she could
never have any other interest in a
crude farmer man like me—”
Lucy was trembling in spite of her
'self. "Hadn’t we better turn back?”
she faltered.
“No, we hadn’t,” came the decided
answer. “I’m going to fake you home
with me. You didn’t have any Christ
mas—you just told me you didn’t, and
neither did I. There’s a fat turkey just
Iwalting to be cooked and popcorn and
a spruce tree I chopped down and
the cranberries.
“I thought I’d get some of the ‘high
er psychological aspect In the old
farm,’ but the hired man and his wife
were away and I couldn’t go about it
myself. I’m going to carry you home
with me if I have to do it by force.
That’s how loving the one woman In
the world strikes a crude farmer like
me.”
And that was the end of Prof. Lucy
Cummings’ career as a professor.
When college opened after the holi
days a more experienced, possibly
more practical, instructor had the
course. Lucy and the pair of brown
eyes were five miles away.
Aviators Must Be Good Shots.
This fight gave me a new resolve—
to devote more time to target practice.
I should have destroyed this Hun, hut
poor shooting had enabled him to es
cape. Going home I spent nn hour
that day practicing at a square target
on the ground. Thereafter I gave as
much time as possible to shooting
practice; and to the accuracy I ac
quired in this way I feel I owe most of
my success. Airplane target practice
is not without its dangers. The target
on the ground Is just about the size
of the vital spots you aim at in fight
ing. You have to dive steeply at this,
and there is very little margin of safe
ty.—William A. Bishop, V. C., D. S. O.,
M. C. In the Saturday Evening Post.
As a bone of contention, the kaiser
ts pretty poor picking, even to be
the soup.”
BIRD IS WORTH PRESERVING
Writer Deplores the Threatened Ex
tinction of the Beautiful and
Useful Upfand Plover.
The upland plover, one of the most
beneficial birds of all the winged host
Jthat o»ce abounded in North America,
has been hunted and shot to the verge
of extermination, says Dumb Animals.
With the passing of the passenger
pigeons, which even now so many
friends of all birds find it hard to be
lieve and of which a great many are
not convinced, the plovers were marked
for wholesale destruction. They were
candidates for oblivion along with
more than a score of other useful and
beautiful species that could be 111
spared from our vast and valuable na
tive fauna.
There is a ray of hope that these
birds may not be pursued to complete
annihilation. The federal law for the
protection of migratory birds makes it
possible for the plover species to re
habilitate itself, provided the closed
season be fixed to continue throughout
the year. The upland plover is a mi
gratory bird and an insectivorous bird.
Its food consists of 97 per cent of ani
mal forms which are chiefly the worst
enemies to agriculture. The federal
law fixes a closed season on migra
tory Insectivorous birds to continue
throughout the year wiih the exception
of the bobolink or ricebird, but under
the law the plover is classed as a mi
gratory game bird and so its fate is
precarious. These birds should not be
shot.
GRANT REFUSED TO ANSWER
When President, He Declined to Tell
House Where He Had Been '
During Absence.
During President Grant’s administra
tion a movement was started to call
Grant to account for having been ab
sent from Washington. The house
asked him by resolution to inform it
■what official acts he had performed
while away, says an exchange. The
hero of Appomattox replied:
“I freely Inform the house that from
the time of my entrance upon my of
fice, I have been in the habit, as were
all of my predecessors, of absenting
myself at times from the seat of gov
ernment, and that during such ab
sences I did not neglect or forego the
obligations or duties of my office, but
continued to discharge all of the ex
ecutive offices, acts and duties which
were required of me as president of
the United States. I am not aware
that a failure occurred in any one In
stance of my exercising the functions
and powers of my offices in every cast
requiring their discharge, or of my ex
ercising ail necessary executive acts
in whatever part of the United States
I may at the time have been.”
Easy Money.
“Yon have grown rich as a stock
promoter.”
"Yes," replied the man who wore
a diamond scarf pin.
“How did you get Into that line of
business?”
“I realized early In life that it Is
human nature for people to count
their chickens before they are
hatched.”
“Well?"
“That mokes It easy to sell them
phony eggs.”—Birmingham Age-Her
ald.
(Copyright, 1918, by McClure Newspaper
Syndicate.)
Martin Brown was in no way a re
ninrkable man except in the matter of
elephants, and of elephants he had
what was in all probability the largest
single collection in the world. Please
do not mistake this assertion. His
elephants were not alive, not real ele
phants, you know, but Images, modeled
and carved. t
His small studio apartment was full
of ivory elephnnts, some of them no
lnrger than a watch charm, bronze ele
phants, porcelain, plaster and wooden
elephnnts; some of which he himself
had carved, for Martin Brown was no
mean craftsman—a sort of jack-of-all
trades person, with a fancy for ele- •
phants.
The elephant Is a large animal, even j
so is the subject of the elephant. For
yenrs he had studied them, their hnb
its, their relations, their mental devel
opment, their physical structure, their
evolution. He had a friendly1' inti
macy with every elephant in New York, 1
and whenever he visited the zoos the
keepers allowed him the freedom of
the place.
The affection of an elephant may
seem a ludicrous thing, but to soe those
great beasts touching him caressingly
and feeling him over with their deli
cate trunks was not a funny thing at
all. It stirred one with wonder at
the man and the mysterious bond
which existed between them.
At the library the attendants called
Martin Brown “the Elephant Man,”
I
wy.x K
His Elephants Were Not Alive.
and he was a familiar personality to
them all. Whenever anything new
came in that even so much as men
tioned elephants, it was always called
to his attention.
This had been the rule with but one
exception. For more than a year past
in several of the magazines there had
been occurring a most Interesting type
of black and white drawings which fea
tured the elephant in strange and pe
culiar phases, and in most unusual sur
roundings. There were sad elephants,
coy ones, comical, rollicking, devil-may
care elephants, abandoned and digni
fied elephants.
They strolled or danced along the
streets, they looked curiously over gar
den walls, into or out of unexpected
doorways, strolled up or down the steps
of sunken gardens, sometimes In the
most delightful company of dancing
girls or nymphs In silhouette.
And when Martin Brown first saw
those drawings he laughed and hunted
eagerly for more. He found them, quite
a few of them, signed modestly in the
corner, “S. R.” He called the attention
of one of the librarians whom he had
known for several years and asked her
If she knew anything of the artist. She
did! The artist was a girl who came
there nnd pored over elephant hooks
and mnde quantities of sketches.
“What kind of a girl?” asked Martin
Brown.
“Rather young—and sort of attrac
tive,” reluctantly admitted the libra
rian, who was neither. "Why, here she
comes now!” she ndded ' in surprise,
and his glance followed hers as a tall,
slim girl came toward them.
“Miss Barstow,” said the librarian,
stopping the girl with a gesture to
ward Martin Brown, “this Is the ele
phant man, Martin Brown.”
Brown looked into a pair of sad gray
eyes that were frankly wide and curi
ous. He could not understand why
those eyes were sad, for there wns a
hint of humor In the curves of her
mouth, and her drawings sparkled with
fun.
“I’ve often wondered about you, Ele
phant Man.” said Sara Barstow, with
an open-eyed smile.
It was but natural that they should
become friends, they hnd so much in
common At his insistent Invitation she
visited his studio and sketched his ele
phants, and he gave her of his lore and
such a companionship as she had never
before known In the timidity of her
ureums.
Brown did not know, but that was
the reason for the sadness in her eyes,
the loneliness of a shy but courageous
spirit fighting upward in the conten
tious competition of remorseless Man
hattan. But as she reveled In the
joy of her association with Brown the
look of fullness lifted from her eyes
and that begnn to reflect the dancing
lignts of her natural spontaneous na
ture that had always revealed itself
In the humorous quirk of her flexible
mouth and the jolly elephants which
cavorted engagingly when depicted by
the genius of her drawing.
Together they went to the various
zoos nnd one after another she met
tlie friends of his fancy. The keeper
stared In surprise to see their temper
amental and sometimes erratic charges
Instantly accept this slim girl with
the same affectionate fellowship that
they always displayed for Brown him
self.
Gently they slipped inquisitive, ca
ressing trunks down over her thin-clad
shoulders, curling them about her with
disconcerting ardor. But Sara Barstow
was unafraid-—delighted to feel that
they trusted nnd loved her even as
they did Brown.
There was hut one exception in this
attitude toward Sara Barstow among
the elephants of New York, and that
exception was Minerva, the mightiest
beast of them all. Minerva had been
caught in her native Africa in her
early girlhood and brought to New
York. For years there had been no In
dication that she had resented this in
terruption to her jungle career, but Mi
nerva was of the species feminine, nnd
the female of the species has Its own
peculiarities, as almost every one and
Rudyard Kipling can swear to.
The day Martin Brown and Sara vis
ited her Minerva seemed not at alt
her own sweet self. True, she squealed
delightedly at the sight of Brown and
reached toward him engagingly with
her trunk, but after thev had f*
to be introduced Minerva disgraced
herself.
Sara was a woman. Even Minerva
could see that—and she was Instantly
jealous. Her little eyes reddened with
hate and suspicion as Sara stepped
fearlessly forward and stood there j
talking softly as she gently patted Mi
nerva’s swinging trunk with her soft
slim hand. But when Minerva slipped
her trunk about Sara’s shoulders much
ns the others had done, she snorted
angrily and there was no flexible gen- j
tleness as the powerful grip of her
trunk became crushingly rigid.
Sara was a brave girl nnd she made ;
no sound; but she glanced appealingly i
at Martin Brown, only to see that he I
was midway in his frantic leap to her j
rescue. Sternly he spoke to the lnfu- j
rlnted beast which was Just beginning j
to swing the girl from the ground; I
swiftly with the mighty grip of his I
left hand he cnught hold of the sensl- !
five tip of Minerva’s trunk, at the same
time plying the goad relentlessly be
hind the great distended ear. For an
instant Minerva wavered, then yielded
to the pain of her punishment nnd the
fearless anger of Martin Brown, and
with little cowed whines she released
and relinquished her hold of Snrn Bar
stow.
There was a strange look In the eyes
of Mnrfin Brown that afternoon as
they were on their way back to Sara’s
apartment, and Sara herself was
strangely silent.
“There was really no danger,” he
tried to assure her as he was leav
ing.
“I know better,” she contradicted,
nnd then shuddered a little. “She
would have killed me horribly, Mar
tin, if you hndn’t saved me.” Brown
would have laughed the matter off
and turned away, but her slim hands
were on his hrenst, nnd somehow he
found her in his arms. "It was worth
it, Elephant Man,” she murmured,
“Just to see that look in your eyes.”
And Martin Brown smiled down Into
her serious glance. “As nn elephant
fancier I seem to be a fortunate wife
hunter,” he said.
GOT OFFICERS IN TROUBLE
Japanese Military Attache Had Wrong
Idea of What Britisher Intended
for Commendation.
A Japanese officer does not believe
In games or social entertainments. .
He takes himself and his profession
very seriously, and cannot understand
how the British military men can actu
ally Indulge in such games as football
or cricket.
• Some years ago two Japanese offi
cers were sent to England to study
English, and to be attached to a Brit
ish regiment. Finding It was the thing |
to play various games, the Japanese
entered Into the spirit of the thing, and
became very keen.
Toward the end of their time, the
Japanese military attache In- London
asked the commanding officer of the
unit to which the two officers were at
tached to report on them, as he report
ed on his own officers. The command
ing officer complied and sent in what
he considered a glowing report—“keen,
zealous officers,” etc. — winding up
with the remark, “very fond of games."
The military attache was aghast;
his specially selected officers “fond of
games," and wasting their time, no
doubt I The officers were telephoned
for to London, had an unpleasant In
terview with their chief and were
within an ace of being sent back to
Japan In disgrace.
It occurred to them to suggest that
their commanding officer be nsked for
a further report. When It appeared
that “fond of games” was usually put
to the credit side In assessing the char
acter of an officer, there were few
men more astonished than the Jap
anese military attache.
Imports of almost 200,000,000 gal
lons a year are required to meet
China’s demand for kerosene.
AUTO HAD LOST ITS SOUL
Mysterious Happening With Which, of
Course, the Owner Could Have
Had Nothing to Do.
This road burner was betting on a
sure thing. "If my car will make 32
miles an hour,” said an Indignant own
er of a flivver, who was haled Into
court for fracturing the speed law,
“I’ll make this policeman a present of
It." And the magistrate took the
speeder at his word by ordering the
cop to take a Joy ride. "But bear in
mind,” were the parting words of the
magistrate, “that if your automobile
Is capable of that speed you automati
cally admit that the officer Is right
about the speed you were making, and
you will not only lose your car, but
will pay a $23 fine besides.*’ "You’re
on. Judge,” said the automobilist, at
which the court pounded the gavel.
But the cop didn’t win the auto. Half
an hour later he was back with his
prisoner. “Your honor,” said the po-'
llceraan, “that car, in its present con
dition, wouldn’t go a mile In a month.
We went over to the garage to get it
and It puffed, sneezed, whistled and
went one block under protest. Me
chanically, about everything is miss
ing but the windshield. Somebody
roust have kicked the soul out, of it
since I saw it. The car has been tam
pered with and there Is no mistake
about It.” The owner of the flivver
was fined $25 and made a brief speech,
in which he allowed that Justice had
fled from the earth.
Shooting Into Space.
The question of whether It would
ever be possible to shoot n projectile
into space, that Is to say entirely off
the earth, has long been the subject
of discussion. In a detailed scientific
paper on the German long-ranged gun
which bombarded Paris last spring.
Major J. Maitland-Addtson, writing in
the Journal of the Royal Artillery,
ways the requisite velocity of such a
gun I* not so very much higher than
what lias already been achieved; viz.,
a muzzle velocity of a mile per second.
When we are able to increase this to
five miles per second, the projectile,
if fired at a suitable angle, will travel
around the earth ns a grazing satellite,
■ completing its orbit between 17 and 18
| times daily. With a velocity of about
seven miles a second, it will move off
! into space, never to return.
I _
Hidden Beauties.
The Ifidden beauties of standard au
thors break upon the mind by sur
prise. It is like discovering the hid
den spring In an old jewel. You take
Mp the book in an idle moment,'♦s you
may have done a thousand times be
fore, perhaps wondering as you turn
■over the leaves what the world finds
in it to admire; when suddenly as you
•read your fingers press closely upon
the covers, your frame thrills, and
the passage you have lighted on chains
you like a spell, it Is so vividly true
and beautiful. Milton’s “Comus”
flnshed upon me in this way.—N. P.
Willis.
Doing Nicely.
“I henr you have a new lady clerk.’
“Yep.”
“How Is she doing in the office?”,
“Doing very well. Half the clerks
seem to be willing to do her work foi
her.”—Louisville Courier-Journal.
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Syndicate.)
In his. suit for Murlan Bennett’s
heart and hnnd Matthew Earlwick had
several items on the credit side of the
ledger, but on the debit side was one
large one that counterbalanced all the
others.
In so far as Marian was concerned,
the fact that Matthew had a genial,
radiant, unselfish personality, was suf
ficient. His curly light brown hair
and his expressive blue eyes were also
acceptable, nlthough merely incidental.
The high financial stunding of his fam
ily had nothing to do with it, as far as
Marian was concerned.
The high financial standing did have
considerable to do with it, according
to Richard D. Bennett’s ideas. It was
the only item on the credit side that
he considered. Of course it was not
Richard D. Bennett that was going to
marry Matthew, but he was the girl’s
father and insisted on having a say in
the matter.
“That girl isn’t going to run off and
marry some boob, even if he has loads
of coin,” was the way Mr. Bennett ex
pressed it. “Her old dad has a few
greenbacks of his own; not anywhere
near as many as the Earlwicks, but
enough to keep her in a comfortable
home and prevent her starving.”
The big item on the debit side was
the fact tTiat Matthew Earlwick never
had done “an honest day’s work in
his life."
“Get out and earn some money of
your own,” he admonished the young
mar on the occasion of H-eir 'iter
Holding With Freezing Fingers to the
Water Pipe.
view when Matthew pleaded to let
Marian make him happy. “I know
your father has heaps of it, and I am
not exactly a pauper myself; but no
one can tell what may happen to for
tunes these days. Get a Job—even if
it’s driving a milk wagon—but get a
job! Then come and see me about it.
But don’t you dare show your face
here again until you have proved that
you are some good in the world.”
So Matthew Earlwick made himself
scarce around the Bennett home.
“I’ll get a job, all right,” he declared,
“and you’ll never hear from me till I
do. I think just enough of Marian to
prove it by some hard work.”
Thereafter he was not heard from.
At least Mr. Bennett did not get any
word from him, and so his commands
in that respect were observed by his
would-be son-ln-law.
There was no guarantee, however,
that Marian was in ignorance of her
lover’s whereabouts, although she man
aged, for diplomacy’s sake, to carry a
doleful expression on her face when in
her father’s presence.
There was a certain sparrow that
frequented a branch of a maple tree
just outside the window of Marian’s
room, and that bird was wont’ to peep
through the window whenever there
were no insects that needed attention
from his bill. And^he sparrow could
have told Papa Bennett a few things
if he had been so inclined. He could
have revealed how Marian delved into
! her dressing table and read and re
| rend letters; he could have disclosed
j that the pile of concealed missives
' grew steadily each day, and that none
j of the envelopes bore postage stamps,
j It went along two months, with Mr.
| Bennett still without any word con
! cernlng the whereabouts or activities
| of Matthew Earlwick. One day he
I called his daughter into the library
I and said to her:
“You see, I was right about young
Earlwick. He hasn’t the stuff in m,
or else he doesn’t care enough for you
to make good on a job.”
Marian smiled slightly, and bit her
lip and replied:
j “Give him a chance, father. A man
can’t make good in two months—ex
cept in books.”
That same night the “accident” oc
curred. The accident was a frozen and
bursted water pipe and a consequent
| flooding of the basement in the Ben
nett residence. Mrs. Bennett brought
the intelligence to the head of the
house while he was perusing the even
ing paper and enjoying a black cigar
in his den.
“Can you beat that?" he exclaimed,
j dashing the paper to the floor and
rushing from the den. “Can you beat
| it? A flood on our hands and the very
' night Winslow is out.” Winslow was
I the sole male servant employed in the
household.
Papa Bennett rushed to the cellar
steps and peered down. He could hear
a swishing and spattering that were
not exactly pleasant to his ear. It was
cold down there In the cellar and it
was warm in his den. Furthermore,
| that switching and spattering did not
j indicate that the temperature of the
; cellar was rising.
“B—r—r—r!” he shuddered, trying
| to huddle his corpulent form into his
rather tight smoking jacket. “Well, I
suppose somebody has got to stop the
leak in the dike, and it looks like I’m
elected.”
He turned the light switch and start
ed gingerly down the steps, but halted
on the second one from the top and
shouted back:
“Marion, call a plumber, and tell him
j to violate the rules of the professior
and get here quick.”
Then he continued the descent, bul
he took only a few steps. The stairs
were somewhat uneven and slippery
and Mr. Bennett was nervous. Tin
two conditions combined to accelerah
his progress and he slid gracefully
| into a foot of water that had accurou
lated on the cellar floor. Somewha
dazed he scrambled to his feet
gasped for breath, shook the watei
front his head and wiped it from hit
eyes and shivered:
"Where’s the—the—b—blame leak?
he groaned in despair, his teeth chat
tering.
The swishing sound, now much loud
er and more foreboding, guided hip:
. ..
and the dim electric light showed nlmj
a fountain spurting from the wall.'
Groaning, chattering and shaking, lie
attacked the stream head first, slipped,
almost lost his balance, and finally
managed to get his hand over the leak
in the pipe. He stopped the flow con-!
siderably, but could not entirely dam1
the torrent.
An hour later the plumber appeared
and found a very btylly drenched and
discouraged Papa Bennett up to Ids;
knees In water, holding with freezing
fingers to the water pipe.
“Quick! .Fix this some way. Get'
this water out and repair the leak. Do
something quick, no matter what iti
Is!’’ called the frantic man, dancing
up and down on his toes to keep hlSi
submerged legs from freezing. The!
plumber surveyed the situation,
“There’s two things to be done," liej
asserted. “One is to open that doori
yonder and let this water out into tliej
back yard. The other is to turn off the
water outdoors where the branch pipe:
from the main enters the house.”
Papa Bennett glared at him, hisj
teeth clicking desperately.
“Why don’t you do it, then?” he
roared, getting a respite between chat
tering spells.
The plumber stood on the stairs,
near the bottom of the flight, making
no move to carry out his own in
structions.
"It's like this,” said the plumber.,
“You once told me that I could have
Marian if I proved that I could held a!
job and that I could do the world some,
good by my work. Now, the question1
is, does this plumbing job fill your ex-,
pectntions of an honest job, and do,
you figure that by stopping that flood,
and letting it loose in the yard Ij
would be doing some good in thej
world?”
Papa Bennett almost lost his hold on1
the pipe, to which he was clinging now
more to support himself than to stop
the leak. The ordeal had been severe
on him and he feared he would sink
to the floor from weakness and be1
drowned in the miniature flood.
“My dear young man,” he managed
to gasp, “if you will get me out of this
predicament you will be performing
one of the noblest deeds in the history
of this planet; and you can have'Mar
ian tomorrow. I consider a plumber a
godsend to humanity.”
PRAISE FOR AMERICAN POETS
English Critic Deplores the Fact That
His Countrymen Have Fallen
Far Behind.
Inspiration hero (in poetry) Is n dead
and lifeless thing. America ts'produc
ing book after book of fresh and ex
ultant vision, young as any Elizabeth
an, Just as definitely original. The:
restless future is n willing captive In.
Its hands. While we, in England,
praise our immaturities, blind to out
side loveliness, experiment with them
Is at point to pass into achievement.
Vivfflness, vitality and concentration,
beauty and originality of expression, if,
these are the essentials of modern
poetry, and I believe they are, look for
them in the work of Amy Lowell, H.
IX, John Gould Fletcher, Sandburg,:
Frost, and many another writer. What,
have we to put beside their strength,
the audacity of their richness, but an
apathy born of outworn tradition, some,
expression of a past we so imperfectly]
explore?
It is not an hour for laughter, for
Indifference; the books are there, there
is no barrier of language. Truly the
time Is ripe for a rediscovery of Araer
Ion.—W. Beyher, in London Saturday
Review.
Righteous Indignation.
James was delighted with his bnby
fritter. When Helen was three weeks
old James carried his toys up to the
nursery and his mother saw him hold
ing a bright red ball over the baby,
who was not paying the least atten
tion. Suddenly he threw the ball on
the floor and angrily exclaimed: “I
might have knowed a girl wouldn’t
’predate my playfings!”
OLD CUSTOMS IN UKRAINE
Wedding Celebrations of Country Pe
culiar; Horse Thieves Summarily
Dealt With.
The Little Russian costume became
fashionable for women In the Ukraine
after the formation of the republic;
red irbots, short skirt, allowing the em
broidery of the chemise to' be seen ; a
pretty apron; jacket without sleeves.
Around the neck large heads of many
colored glass, always In great num
bers. The married women wear on
their heads a kind of fichu arranged
as a diadem, the unmarried girls a
simple Ukrainian kerchief, the be
trothed, flowers.
They have an amusing custom: af
ter the marriage celebration the whole
procession goes to drive, adorned with
broad red ribbons; even the horses are
abundantly provided with them. That
is a sign of the bride’s virtue. If the
contrary is the case, she lias neither
ribbons nor music, not even a white
veil, because the pope refuses to bless
the marriage.
The Little Russians are very super
stitious. At midsummer they light a
large fire of ferns. The young people
jump over the Are. Those who succeed
In not touching it will marry within
the year. If anybody puts it out, it Is
a sign of death. Everybody tells for
tunes with cards, predicts what will
happen in the future. On the eve of
Saint Andrew somebody places mys
teriously under the bed a pond and a
bridge (a saucer filled with water and
a few pieces of wood). Without know
ing It one sleeps "on the bridge.” Then
one may be sure that the dream of the
night will come true. If one wanted to
act according to the rules one ought to
spend the night on a bridge above a
real pond and look at the water; there
<1 you would be able to read your whole
future life.
In the country some of the old bar
; barian.customs are still In force; the
; konokrades, or horse thieves, are con
demned to be quartered, or to be at
: taehed by a rope to a horse’s tail and
dragged until death follows.
Influence of Good Books.
When you find a child who loves
good books, the noxious weeds of
envy, hatred, jealousy and malice are
i not so likely to grow in his mind and
choke out the exquisite OTossoras of
love, tenderness, unselfishness, grati
tude and the desire to -do unto others
as he would be done by. The love of
good books Is one foundation for good
j character, observes a writer in the
Oklahoman. It Is the exception, not
the rule, to encounter sordidness, greed
or insensibility in the man or woman
who knows and loves good books. Rob
ert Louis Stevenson once said that so
long as a man had a friend lie had
something to live for. Is it not true
so long ns one can love a good and
beautiful book that life never will be
without hope?
"My dear,” said Mr. X. as he looked at
his wife’s purchases, “ybu remind me
of the Greek slave.”
“How so?”
“You were sold at auction.”—Boston
Evening Transcript.
Its Effect.
1 t “There Is one thing about the air
- of society.”
I “What Is that?”
. I “It lias a tendency to make a green