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The Mount Holly News.
VOL.XXXXI. NO. 18
MOUNT HOLLY. BURLINGTON COUNTY. N. J. TUESDAY. MAY 6, !n9
ESTABLISHED 1879
four government asks you very ear
neatly not to sell your Liberty Bonds
unless you have to. To part with your
!Zf“y ®°n,Js mea„s giving up your
pledge of patriotism and citizenship,
a , landing your responsibilties and
privileges over to some one else, lib
erty Bonds will be worth much more
money presently and it is good busi
ness to hold them
If you must sell, get the full market
Price. Go to a responsible banker
and let him give you information and
advice. Do not sell to Just anyone,
who may not treat you fairly.
Itonnt Holly Lodge Directory
Mount Holly Lodge No. 14, F. & A. M
Masonic Temple
Meets Mondays on or before full inoon
Josepb W. Colkltt, Secretary
Mount Holly Lodge No. 848, B. P. O. Elks
Kelsey & Klllle Building
Meets first and third Tuesday In each mouth
Harry fj. Walters, (Secretary
Mt. Holly Lodge No. 737, L. O. O. Moose*
Meets every Tuesday al Moose Home
Walter li. Masou, Secretary
P>cahontas Tribe No. 18, Imp’d O. R. M.
Meets every Monday In Bed Men’s Hall
John B. Dobbins, C. of K
N. J. Lodge No. 1, Knights of Pythias
Meets every Friday In Bed Men’s nail
■Samuel C. ISlanton, K of B. and 8.
Marion Circle No. 9, Brotherhood of
America
Meets every Wednesday In Bed Men's Hall
John Throckmorton, Jr., Secretary
Mount Holly Camp No. 78, Woodmen of
the World
Meet* second and fourth Tuesday in Kelsey
A Klllle Building
lrvlug C. Uattkjll, Secretary
Bright Star Lodge No. 15, Shepherds of
Bethlehem
Meets Mondays In Kelsey A Klllle Building
Anna M. Kossell, Scribe
Mt. Holly Court No 1, Imp OO Foresters
Meet* second and fourth Tuesday, Tied Men's
Hall
Tilden Bldwell, Recording Secretary
Mt. Holly Temple No. 5, Masonic Tie
Meets every Thursday In Red Men’s Mall
Mrs. M. 1. Pearson, scroll keeper
Gen. A. E. Shiras Post No. 26, G. A. R
Meets every Friday lu Dill’s Hall
Theodore Neely, Adjutant
Ladies’ Aid of the G. A. R.
Meets second and fonrlhTuesday In Dill’s Hall
Miss Lorena Bates, Secretary
Washington Council No. 10,Sr. O. U. A. M.
Meets every Thursday In Odd Fellows hall
Qaskltl building.
John N. Carty .Secretary
Santa Maria Council, No. 1179 K. of C
Balnl Mary’s Hall, W. si Washington St.
Meets first Sunday of the month at 2 p. in.
'iuerday after the third Sunday at S p. m.
Carlton F. Madden, Secretary
Washington Council No. 5, Jr. O. U. A. M.
Meets every Tuesday In Red Meu’s Hall
Herbert R. Smith, Secretary
Washington Camp No. 71, P. O. H. of A.
Thursdays In Kelsey A Klllle Bulldlug
Samuel K. Holder, Secretary
Mt. Holly A Unity Dodge NO 1M I. <>. o. p.
Meets every Wednesday In Uasklll Bulldlug
John B. Herbert Secretary
Camp 60, Patriotic Order of America
meets every Wednesday evening In the
Kelsey A Klllle building.
Lena Welae, Secretary
Professional Cards
Or. ATWOOD
DENTIST
?.S Main Street, Mount Holly, N. J
Fillings of all kinds. Teeth with or without
plates, crown ai d bridge work. Teeth regu
lated. Plates repaired. Nitrous oxide gus
administered. Teeth extracted lu your own
dome.
Samuel A. Atkinson
Counsellor at Law, Solicitor and
* Master in Chancery
No. 108 High St. Mount Holly, N J.
WILLIAM H. HE1SLER, Jr.
ATTORNEY-AT-LAW
106 HIGH ST., MOUNT HOLLY, N. J.
Evenings at Pemberton, N. J.
I AMES LOO AN
CIVIL ENGINEER
OFFICE: Second Floor of Hawkins’
Insuyince Rooms. Mount Holly
BULL TtLEPHUNK
Dr. E.D. Prlckitt
Office ami Dispensary at
127 Main St., Mount Molly
A11 prescriptions can be renewed ami
his special preparations obtained
Robert Peacock
Attorney at Law
117 Main Street 237 High Street
Mt. Hoi y, N. J. Burlington, N. J.
Both Phones
ROSS W. OUICKSALL,
Diamonds, Watches, Jewelry.
Violin Strings.
44 MAIN STREET MOUNT HOl.LY N.
George W. Vanderveer, M. D.
HOMCEOPATHIST,
Garden Street, neer Buttonwood, Mount Holly, N. ■
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Does Insurance Pa'
Howell’s Agency the Last
10 Months paid_ losses un
der 37 policies.^
Partial lists:
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C. C. Wills Est . 24.00
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Future of Flying.
•Td sooner fly," was a colloquial
phrase of two decades ago that was
often used to express the Impossible.
The magic carpet of the Arabian
Nights seemed no less fanciful than
the dreams of Langley and the Wright
brothers. In the light of those days
the workers on the heavler-than-air
machines were looked upon as the
foolish descendants of Darius Green.
They were the same kind of “cranks
as Jules Verate.
Today billions of dollars are Invest
ed In the manufacture of airplanes.
LouUvttle Oourier-JournaL_
JONATHAN H. KELSEY HERBERT S. KILLIE
Counsellor-at-Law Attorney-at-Law
Masier it. 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
“if Peace was worth the price paid for it,
it is worth a further investment to re
tain it.
Subscribe Heartily to the
VICTORY LOAN”
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(Copyright.)
“I wonder what finally became of
Adrian Hope?”
Isabelle spoke listlessly; there was
no Inflection In her voice; her tone
was negative.
“Poor Adrian! he was one of the un
fit. Nothing ever becomes of such
men. They simply cease.”
I tilted back my bamboo chair and
smiled Indulgently at Isabelle. We
had been celebrating the fifth anni
versary of our wedding" day, we had
dined comfortably, and now, lounging
on the terrace of our Monterey villa,
we were enjoying the restful hour of
twilight.
A delicious somnolence was steal
ing over me, the issue of an easy con
science and a good digestion.
Isabelle roused, me from my dreani
ings; there was a tenseness in her
voice out of keeping with her former
apathy.
“Tell me, Marius, is it a divine or
only a human law, that no one woman
at one time may make more than one
man happy?”
“Sounds like a problem in geome
try or an algebraical equation. Send
It to the puszle department,” I ob
served lazily.
She paid no attention to me but con
tinued in the same strain.
“I would never be the cause of suf
fering to any man—never willingly. If
I have been so, it was through no Inex
orable law.”
“Oh, ns to Adrian Hope,” 1 re
marked airily, tracing her thought to
Its germ cell, “it was part of his unfit
ness. You couldn’t help it."
“Yet he was in earnest.”
“Too much in earnest for other peo
ple’s comfort. He and Ills fiddle he
cnme n neighborhood nuisance; he had
no more music in him than a—er—a
bumblebee!"
“Bumblebees are rather melodious,”
she corrected me! “And I think you
hardly do justice to Adrian Hope.”
'“Wliat! Did you enjoy his music?”
“No, but he tried so hard. I was
sorry for him, and it worries me some
times—”
“Worries you?” I was growing a \
little Impatient. “What worries you?” j
“Adrian Hope left California the
very day of our marriage and has
never been heard of since.”
“He went to the East Indies. I have
told you so many times—partly for
business, pnrtl.v for pleasure-—"
“And wholly for pain. My. dear
Marius,” she continued quickly. “Can
I help remembering he was desperate- j
ly In love with me. and I could never
reciprocate his feelings, and he went
away broken-hearted, do you cal! that
going for pleasure, and are you jealous
because I feel sorry for him?”
“I am not jealous,” I answered quf-,'
etly. “Why should I be? Adrian never
had the ghost of a show.”
Isabelle leaned her elbow on the
stone balustrade which separated the
terrace from the gaiaien helow, and
rested her chin in her open palm.
“The ‘Goddess of Reflection’—what a
picture! If I could put you on canvas,
Just as you look now!” I murmured.
She shook her head and smiled
sadly.
“You abandoned your brush and pal
ette long ago, Marins. I’m afraid you
couldn’t do it.”
Her last remarks caused me some
pin-pricks of conscience. Since, Just
one year after our marriage Isabelle j
had inherited a comfort; le compe
tence. I had entirely neglected my
studio on which I had formerly had
to rely for a living. My art had not
been art for art’s sake.
“Oh, well, it's never too late to
roend,” I hinted. “You see fate some
times seems to point in one direc
tion and then the unexpected—”
“But fate and the unexpected are
twin brothers," a deep voice broke in
with the boom of an ocean breaker.
I jumped to my feet.
Adrian Hope was standing only a
few feet from me. I had heard no
sound of his approach.
As I stepped forward to greet j
Adrian she retreated into the shadow
of the porch.
“I have been away a long time. 1
haven’t I?” Adrian began apologetical
ly. “I trust my sudden return hasn’t
startled you. It’s hftrdlv conventional,
I fear.”
Adrian shook my hand heartily, hut
seemed utterly oblivious of my wife's
presence.
“Your present life, Marius,” he
asked, presently, “Is it happv, as men
call it?”
“Perfectly happy,” I assented. “Isa
belle will tell you—”
“Ah, yes! and five years ago I imag
ined myself perfectly unhnppy.”
Isabelle stepped forward into the
moonlight, and I saw that her cheeks
were crimson. Adrian addressed him
self to me:
“Come, talk to me of perfect happi
ness, as men see it. You used to be
a good talker, ns talk goes.”
He smiled and u rinkled only one
corner of his mouth. His face In the
moonlight was the color of dead moss.
I pnid no heed to Ids sneering remark.
After a prolonged silence he began
again.
“I thought once that It was mv
failure to produce results that put
me out of court with Isabelle. She
spent many hours in your studio, ad
miring your pictures, while my music
l5ell on deaf ears.
• •• yon could paint, while my fid
dlling, I must confess, was atrocious,
tsabetle was always an Idealist. Five
years ago yon occupied the pedestal.
How do matters stand now?”
"In the presence of my wife, such re
marks are hardly in good taste,” I said,
Inwardly boiling.
He drummed the ground with his
foot .nnd hummed a little tune.
"By the by. you fulfilled the prom
ise you then gave? Have you become
—the great artist?”
“When I married I found something
better in life.”
“You mean something easier. You
thought you could rest on your laurels.
How do you suppose I spent the last
five years. 1, who had no luurels to
rest on?”
“I understood you had gone iu New
Guinea.”
“Did you ever hear the purpose?”
“No; It was a queer place to go
to, whatever the reason.”
“In every way I had been a fail
ure.” he declared Impressively. “1
was resolved to turn that failure into
triumph.”
“To accomplish which you buried
yourself in a New Guinea swamp?”
“Yes, I went to the only real teacher,
nature herself. Among the deep
morasses and cane-brakes of a reek
ing tropical swamp 1 sought for twelve
wenry months, months of dirt, priva
tion and disease, till from among the
acres of rushes I had selected one per
fect reed.
“Look at It. Marius—examine It—
] blow through it! For it represents
the five years of life which you have
consumed in indolence.”
Willing to humor him, I picked it
! un. It med almost to vibrate In
my fingers. Blowing Into It produced
no sound, but a queer sensation passed
over me; It was as though I were a
piece of slate and someone had rub
bed me all over with crumpled paper.
“J haven’t the knack of It,” I said,
dropping It to the ground like a red
hot coal.
The reed gave forth a musical sigh
as tt struck the stones; Adrian caught
it on the rebound and turned sudden
ly to Isabelle.
“Would you care to hear my one
little accomplishment, after five years
of tlie crudest concentration?”
Isabelle nodded eagerly, hut in n
frightened manner; her hands were
clenched tightly against the tendrils
of the honeysuckles, as though she
were bracing herself for an ordeal.
I began to laugh nervously. Where
upon Adrian wheeled sharply on his
heel and faced Isabelle. Again he
blew into the pipe; a low note, ,the
purr of a distant tuning-fork, trem
bled from the frail reed; it grew in
volume till it resembled a broken mel
ody.
At my cry he stepped lightly from
the terrace, descended into the garden,
and disappeared among the dark shrub
beries.
Faint and dizzy I pressed the tips
of my fingers against my eyelids to
clear my mental and physical vision.
Wb'Mi I raised my bead, the terrace
and porch were»both deserted.
I was alone. Only black shadows in
the garden, the sharp outline of the
cliff, and an immeasurable coldness
of sky and ocean.
The surety that some unforeseen
crisis was upon me, like the sting of
a whip forced me back to thought
and action. I called loudly for Isa
belle; descended from the terrace;
plunged into the garden. Nothing
there but solid .darkness, checkered
shade, and narrow strips of moonlight.
Of course, Isabelle, unable to en
dure such an unnatural strain, had
slipped unobserved into the house and
was probably resting in her own room. |
In a leisurely saunter I retraced my
steps to the house, entered it by a side
door, and half-way up the stairs gave 1
a peculiar whistle, which had always
been a private signal between Isabelle
and myself.
There was no reply. The house
seemed very still.
I repeated the whistle in a higher
key and followed it up with a thump
on the bedroom door.
Then from the west side of the
house I heard once more the sound of
the hateful reed and that wonderful
medley of which Adrian Hope alone
was the master.
I rushed down the stairs and back
to the terrace again.
I ran down the drive Into the road- |
way .and made for the spot. As I ap
proached the sounds, they drew imper
ceptibly away from tne. When I
reached the outside wall, the music
was ascending the cliffs toward the
broad Pacific.
I started to climb the bluff; at every
step the reed grew fainter and the
ocean more insistent.
The reed . I could no longer hear;
but there, on the point of the tallest
cliff, one foot advanced to the edge
of the abyss, her hands stretched forth
in an agony of supplication, I saw Isa
belle; saw the shine in her hair, the
folds of her frock, even the rings upon
her fingers, so clear, so sharp, so defi
nite was the moonlight on that memo- '
ruble occasion.
“Oh. Adrian, take me 1 teach me— r
teach me, too!” ,
The despair of a lifetime was con- '
centrated in her voice. Her form still
shaking with emotion.
I saw her step forward, saw the
white flash of her dress, the downward
sweep of her arms, and then—beyond
the cliff nothing hut sky and sea.
A few seconds—they seemed a year
—and I was standing on the same spot
and gazing fearfully from the tall
cliff onto the jagged rocks and broken
wateis a hundred feet below me.
The waves pounded the sands with
cold, mechanical precision ; far off in
a choppy sea a fishing boat flashed an
Intermittent sail; wisps of fog were
blurring the horizon.
And over all spread the steely, clean
cut brilliance of the desolate moon.
CAMERA DID EFFECTIVE WORK
Flashlight Photograph Surprised
Owner of Melon Patch Almost as
Much as It Did Thief.
One of the Companion’s subscribers
who was interested in our recent ar
ticle telling how the police had been
able to make arrests through the un
expected revelations of the camera
tells of an Incident in which tlie cam
era did very efficient detective duty.
A farmer who owned a particularly
fine crop of melons was very much
disturbed because someone had been
stealing from his field. For several
evenings he watched but could not
gain any clue to the identity of the
culprit. More nights went by and
more melons disappeared. Finally, in
his exasperation, the farmer contrived
a trap. He select ed the largest, most
attractive melon, tied one end of a
string to the stem and attached the
other to a flashlight apparatus and a
camera, concealed in the shrubbery at
the edge of the garden. He set the
camera and flashlight so that a slight
pull on the melon would fire the flash
light and snap the shutteg.
The next morning he found that the
flashlight had been exploded; and so
he immediately developed the plate.
To his astonishment it revealed one of
his much-respected neighbors in the
act of cutting off the melon stem! At
a loss to know just how to deal with
this delicate situation, he finally
evolved a plan. He made a print of
the negative on a postcard and mailed
it to the neighbor in question. Need
less to say, all melon stealing ceased
at once, and the melon patch flour
ished for tile rest of the season.—
Youth’s Companion.
“BILLY” SUNDAY'S
VICTORY SERMON
A “pocket size sermon" on the Vic
tory Liberty Loan by the Rev. William
A. Sunday, the noted evangelist, was
given by him to the Third Federal
Reserve District just before going
west on a Loan speaking lour.
“Cncle Sam has just cleaned up the
most infamous, vile, heartless, Ood
forsaken bunch that ever outraged
womanhood or trampled with dirty- '
bloody feet on the heart of a weeping
world," Billy Sunday declared.
“He has slain I’russ'an militarism
and he wants you to help him pay the
funeral expenses. 1
“We belong to a nation whose flag
fights to the finish, a nation that is
known as the eorncrib of the world, 1
the wheat bin of the hemisphere, the I
wardrobe of the nations and the pur
veyor of meat to all mankind.
“Hundreds of thousands of our boys, j
who fought so gloriously on land and ;
on the sen. when they kissed mother
and sweetheart good-bye, were one
hundred per cent mentally and physi
cally fit. The horrors and hell of war
have Sent them back crippled, maimed,
handicapped for life.
“If there is a heaven for fools the
fellow who haggles over the debt incur
red to silence the guns they faced, or
who refuses to subscribe for a Victory
note will be there on the front seat.”
.
The Future
Power
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By JOE H. RANSON
1 (Copyright)
Jimmie Orm of the firm of Stress
& Orm, brokers, wns dining with his
friend, Dr. Edouard Enz.
Between the eyes lingered a pucker
that meant that his brain was still
digging coldly, mechanically at the
problem that had stared at him out of
the tangled mass of facts that had
been the portion of this day.
Rumors, contradictions, flurries;
quick, spasmodic leaps and counters of
the fluctuating, market; uncertainties,
panicky sellings of nervous clients,
all had contributed to bring Strass to
the point* almost of collapse, and had
set the junior partner, Orm, grim
faced, to clawing his hair.
“There’s going to be the deuce to
pay," Orm now spoke coolly, h^s eyes
wandering restlessly over the lighted
cafe, “if the conditions that have pre
vailed today continue. Strass Is about
all in. 1 ne%-er sow him so upset. It’s
a bad business for a man with nerves.”
He looked across at Enz, who wns
watching him under cover of cigarette
smoke.
"1 know very little about- finance,”
began Enz, but Orm interrupted.
“Finance,” he snorted. “That’s a
pretty name. It’s chance, Ed, the gam
bler’s god. I wish I were out of it
all. JRut I can’t leave old Strass to
be buried in the ruins alone. He has
always been very decent to me. But
what can I do—what can anyone do—
that’s where I butt into the stone wall
every time.”
As they ate, Orm delivered himself
of the things that vexed and puzzled
him.
Enz led him on, asking now and then
a question so pertinent that the broker
looked up quickly In wonder. Through
out the meal the conversation was
nearly one-sided.
The conditions were boldly outlined,
graphically depicted by Orm. And al
ways he came hack to the elemental
point of man’s ignorance, his moving
always in the nrirrow lighted space of
the hour, beating helplessly against the
upreared something which marks the
unknown.
“If,” he cried out in a kind of mild
frenzy, clinching his fists, “if we could
only know, see."
Enz interrupted at last. Fie had fin
ished his* coffee and was lighting a
cigarette. His face was slightly
flushed as he leaned closer to the cen
ter of the table and spoke In the low
est of tones.
“Foresight,” he said. “That is what
you mean. That expresses all that
you have said. Imprisoned In the con
fines of weak, enslaving flesh, man Is
a puppet, moving In a spot-light, shut
In on all sides by elemental darkness.
“Ages have raised him from the
skin-clad, herb-eating animal that
dwelt in caves and was prey to strong
er bensts. He has broadened the cir
cle of the lighted space in which he
lives, but he is still the helpless mote,
ringed round with mystery.”
Orm sat with his cup raised half
way to his lips.
“Jimmie,” went on Enz, in the same
voice, “do you want to know, would
you like to he able to see? Or would
you he afraid?”
“When did you do It, Ed?” he whis
pered. " |
Without replying, he suddenly
slipped his hand into the inner pocket
of his coat and took forth a small wal
let.
From this he extracted a folded pa
per, with doubled ends, such as phy
sicians affect for sleeping powders.
This lie quickly unfolded, and, lean
ing forward, spilled the contents deft
ly into the coffee cup which Orm had
set before him.
“Jimmie,” he smiled, "you may now
finish your coffee.”
When, at the usual hour the follow
ing morning, Orm awoke, it was to the
realization of a power that was, in its
strangeness, almost uncanny.
Coming out of a state of temporary
Insensibility, he was terribly, stinging
ly alive. His first realization of the !
unusual came to him as he picked up
the morning paper. The market pages
were hardly more than a rehash of
the night editions. He glanced at the
date line and was surprised to find
that the paper was actually of the
present.
The things that It recited seemed to
him ancient. Dimly his memory groped
hack to them, took account of all the
facts that intervened. Could It be
possible that these things that were
so clear to him were as yet tinknown
to the world?”
He began to chronicle his Informa
tion. Himterton would begin his fight
today.
From his apartments he took a taxi. 1
He could not wait, though the distance
was slight. He even urged the chauf
feur to higher speed. He himself threw
open the door and pitched the driver
a dollar.
Reason tol# him that the elevators
would carry him faster than his legs.
Impulse urged him to bound up the
stairs. He stamped about the corri
dor until a car was ready to go up.
He was the first one Inside.
On the sixth floor he threw open a
door upon which no sign was painted.
The door was unornamented In any
way, consolcuous for its lack of gold
leaf. A man sat at a desk inside.
Orm advanced.
“Andrew,” began Orm, running his
fingers through his rank mane, “how
much money can you command this
morning?”
The other looked puzzled. Orm’s
face was quite serious. The other
was used to the impetuosity of his vis
itor, and the puzzled look vanished. He
named a sum.
Orm pulled up a chair. He leaned
forward and talked rapidly, certainly.
There was confidence in the very po
sition of his long body.
The other man listened with inter
est. Incredulity came first.
Then Orm’s voice, Orm's personality,
the infection that dwelt in his enthusi
asm, In his very self-belief, won. The
other man grew excited. He rose and
stamped about the office.
"How do you know?” he asked, halt
ing before the other.
“I know,” said Orm. “I simply know
1 tell you it will happen. It is all as
plain to me as though I had read a
report of it In this morning’s Sphere.
Forty-eight hours from now the Sphere
will print the story, almost exactly as
I have outlined it.”
“It seems insane,” mused the other,
speaking as much to himself as to
Orm. “And yet I can't get it out of
me that you’re right. You've got the
dope some way. I don’t know how
you’ve got It, and It don’t seem hard
ly possible to me, yet I can’t help be
lieving It. That's the queer part.”
When Orm left the office he bore
with him a check nnd a note.
And now began that vigil, that long
fight, that nerve-racking, heart-break
ing, grim strife which is not equaled
on any battlefield of mere guns and
sabers.
Orm spent the time in his own small
room, watching the coil of tape that
told the market’s history.
Always he had the telephone at his
elbow. Always he persisted, against
all indications, all seeming certain
ties that his course was folly.
Stress had succumbed long since to
the strain and had been sent home a
raving thing. But Orm sat in his tiny
office, commanding a campaign that
to others seemed that of a madman,
and to himself so simple, so certain,
that It was as mere child’s play, n me
chanical following out of set forms.
It hnd begun with the Hunterton
crowd throwing Inter-County in Mocks
upon a questioning, uncertain, palpi
tating market. Naturally the price
fell like a thermometer thrust into
an ice-box.
It was not until this fall had oc
curred and the stock was dropping out
of sight, at the mad moment when It
was being avoided as a pestilential
thing, that Orm’s men began quietly,
industriously buying.
Throughout the day they bought.
Orm, in his office, commanded by tele
phone. The outer office was besieged
by wild-eyed beings who thought the*
young broker suddenly gone mad.
Once he threw open his door and
stood before them, his hair wildly dls
arrayed, ids great figure towering ma
jestically, his face suffused, the dark
frown of an angered Odin clouding his
brow, and cursed them for a pack of
fools.
A man sat at a desk in a room on
the sixth floor of an office building, a
room upon the door of which no sign
appeared, and read a newspaper.
He read hungrily, not because 'the
story he was reading was news, but
because it was so strikingly akin to a
story that Jimmie Orm told the day be
fore, the story that Orm had declared
was as plain to him as though he had
read it In the morning’s paper. The
thing had come to pass.
The confidence that, in a snner mo
ment. had struck him as .the trust of an
idiot in the maunderlngs of a madman,
was now Justified. It had all hap
pened. The man'laid down the paper
and looked out of the window-.
His money, the money that in his
hypnotized state he hnd confided to
the hands of mad Jimmie Orm, had
made two millionaires.
It was a fortnight later when Dr.
Edouard Enz received a night letter
from Chicago. It read:
“The girl from Milwaukee and I
were married tonight. Our love for
you. Thank heaven this blanked fore
sight is wearing off. Never again.”
Enz smiled as he slipped the square
back into its envelope. He stood for a
moment before the open bed of coals,
holding the telegram in his hand.
“It will be all right,” he said to him
self, turning to the table with its un
opened mall.
“The effect will wear off entirely in
about three weeks.
“I fancy it’s deuced uncomfortable,
though, while It lasts.”
Simplifying Labor Problem.
They tell of a young woman who
wrote to her fiance In France that
she had succeeded to his job; that she ]
liked It and was making good, and
she Intends to keep It even If he does
come back—and what Is he going to
do about it? He replied that he was
glad of It; that all he wanted when
he got home was to marry her, and he
would only be too happy to have her
to do the work and let him rest. And
didn’t she think she ought to be enti
tled to a raise In salary about July,
for It takes more to keep two than one?
The real heroes are not going to be
hard to take care of after the war—
If the women are patriotic and will do
the work.—Howard (Kan.) Courant.
Wanted Realities This Time.
"Dearest,” he said to the little wld
ow, “become my wife and I promise
you shall have every luxury your heart
desires.”
“Before I consent, I want to know
that you are able to afford the lux
uries I shall want," she replied. “What
la your income?”
“Would you speak of income at such
a time?"
“Yes, Indeed. My first husband fed
me on promises.”
TIME TO SEEK YOUR TRAIN
Preliminary Windup of Announcer
Should Be Signal for Intending
Traveler to Get Busy.
A train announcer Is a much misun
derstood individual. His is indeed a
much-abused calling-Mjf stations.
But those uncouth, unintelligible, in
articulate mouthiugs which are his
wont when properly warmed up to his
work are, if you must know, merely an
evidence of your own abysmal ignor
ance, says Henry H. Craigie in Judge.
What he is really reciting through
his megaphone, and which sounds to
your uneducated ear like a cross-sec- j
tion of a buzzsuw and an asthmatic
phonograph, is probably a poem from
the Sanskrit, or some delicate strophe
from the Syro-Chaldaic poets. It goes
something like this:
“Bipxz-r-r-rzyz-nowreddyntrackfour,”
but it is not his fault if you need an in
terpreter to tell you what he is saying.
Paraphrasing the immortal words of
a contemporary—I think we may cull
it the RRR of NG—“Your program Is
Your Timetable,” and about as useful
to you as a menu card a la Francaise
is to a deaf mute with an intensive ap
petite for ham and eggs. For your
timetable is really your key to the
cryptic utterances of the train an
nouncer—and nobody is supposed to un
derstand either.
Under the hypnotic spell of his
subtle eloquence you do not miss your
train—until it has pulled out, and
sometimes not then. If you are slight
ly deaf it adds to your enjoyment of
the occasion, or you can make a game
of it, as some do, by utilizing an opera
glass in an effort at lip reading.
But if you are wise, at the first
sound of his preliminary windup you
will hunt up that train of yours by
main force—and the devil take the
hindmost. Delays are dangerous.
TREE EXUDES MILKY FLUID
Said to Be Highly Desirable as Food
—Also Converted Into Substance
Resembling Cheese.
Interesting mention has recently,
been made of ®the “cow tree,” so
named from the milky fluid it pro
duces.
“For many weeks we had .heard a
great deal of a tree whose juice Is
a nourishing milk. Incisions, made in
the trunk of the tree are followed
by a profuse flow of gluey and thick
ish milk, destitute of acridity and ex
haling a very agreeable balsamic
odor. Though we drank large quanti
ties of it, both at night before going
to bed, and again early in the morn
ing, we experienced no uncomfortable^
effects. The negroes and free peo-.
pie who work in the plantations usd
it by soaking in it bread made from
maize. When exposed to the air, this
fluid displays on its surface, probably
by the absorption of the atmospheric
oxygen, membranes of a highly animal
nature, yellowish and thready, liki
those of cheese. The people give the
name of cheese to the curd which thus
separates when brought into contact
with the air. The milk itself, kept
in a small corked bottle, had deposit
ed a small portion of coagulum. and
far from being fetid, continued to ex
hale balsamic scent.”
JUST KIDS—Graduating from Kid Day!
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Ad Carter
iLOOKir WILLIE STEBBINS
FELLERSl- HE HAD A'
shoe party n'envited HIS
PANTS DOWN » j-' _
I DARE YUH TO WALK
DOWN BY THE SCHOOL.
HLET THE FELLERS SEE
'En WILL>E-IPEE DOUBLE
KIM YOR SMOKE IN
PvBlic now Bill7 or won
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A MOTHER’S MEMORIAL
r~* By MBS. H. F. WELDON
In the nislit's dark watch, as T seal eh
my soul.
As I gaze at the cuen’ng star—
3s it true, I breathe, a 1 look beyond
Has my boy's soul crossed the bar?
I am wrapped about with a wonder
love—
Inspiration from nr,no knows where.
('an I stop to grieve? I must carry
on,
Till I meet him Over There.
Aty heart is cheered! O.her mothers'
sons
Must till my life with joy I
I’ll give a monumental love v
For one who is still my boyl
As the yellow poppies of Flanders
fields
O’er our boys their leaves unfold i
May a glow of love pour from our I
hearts
Thro’ a rain of American gold.
(Our pact wSthrthe living and with the
dead—
Let us make it widely known—
.Let a promise fulfilled be our answer
true r „
In this Victory Liberty Loan! |
Samoan Politemess Costly.
Conceptions of politeness run many
freakish gamuts but 'in the opinion of
Lieut. Com. Stanley Sfi. Mathes, a visit
or in Honolulu, the palm goes to the
Samoans. When a man tendered his
Samoan servant a pack of cigarettes
from which to extract a smoke, Com
mander Mathes grlaned .broadly. “You
can’t do that with all Samoans,” said
he. “Their conception of the proper
thing to do is to take mot one cigarette,
but to take five.” “Frequently when
Samoan chiefs visit t the naval officers
at Pago Pago they demonstrate how
polite they'enn be. FV>r Instance, when
a box of (cigars Is placed on R table,
the guestjtakes as many as he can get
Into one Snmdful. YVhen he is about
to departjhe goes to the box and takes
another htindful, a token,of politeness.
And lie It said for the Samoan that
when a visitor enters a, Samoan home
said visitor Isiexpectedj to be lavish in.
helping himself.; 1.
RAT PROBLEM LOOMS LARGE
Writer Gives Reasons Why Humanity
Must Take Steps to Exterminate
the Parasite.
A strong, united effort should be
made In America now to exterminate
rats and mice.
These pests not only mean a loss of
hundreds of thousands of dollars an
nually, but they carry disease germs,
thus causing sickness and death.
It has been proved that they are the
.chief means of perpetuating and Lrans
.ndtting bubonic plague.
It will require vigorous measures to
,rtd the country of these loathsome ro
dents. for their numbers are growing
rapidly.
One pair of common brown rats,
breeding uninterruptedly and without
deaths for three years, will be in
creased to, 359.709,482 rats. Inasmuch
as one rat means a loss of at least $2
a year in food alone, the serious pro
portions of this menace become appa
rent. One rut will consume from 40
to 50 pounds of food a year. In many
parts of rural America there are ten
rats for every person and the rat popu
lation In our cities is quite equal to
the number of humans.
Sooner or later America will have to
face a serious danger from rats and
mice, as a result of their rnpid propa
gation, our public indifference toward
thoir growing numbers and the ever
Increaslng depreciations caused by
them.
They are parasites without one re
deeming characteristic and should be
completely annihilated. In these re
construction days when thrift and .ef
ficiency are so necessary to our na
tional welfare, let us take up the job
of ridding this country of its rats and
mice with characteristic American
I vigor and determination.—Thrift Mag
azine.
(Great Deal Like Playing Game With
\ out Determining Winner—Keep
Track of Things.
You wouldn’t play a game of any
'tind without determining who was the
winner when it was finished, would
; you? Farming without keeping roe- .
I Intis is the same tiling, except that
! you are liable to wake up some inorn
j ing and find that you have lost tho
1 game when you had thought you were
, winning. . ^