A GOOD IMPULSE
By MILDRED WHITE.
"What a change, Edna, in two short | fl
years I Life then was one round of
pleasure. 'Oh, cheer up, Alice Clay
ton. Busy yourself with what s going
on today and you'll find enough to do.
Here I am puzzling myself to find a ]
way to pay car fares, room rent, buy
lunches and now a War Savings stamp
each month, and all on a salary of $10
(Copyright, 191$, by the McClure Newspa
The Claytons at one time had been
among the wealthiest families in Sea- I
ville. Of late fate had dealt harshly
•J with them ; mother and father had
been victims of an auto accident and a
sudden change in the stock market had |
left them with little more than the old
"I have It, Alice!" exclaimed Edna
after a few thoughtful moments. "All
that old jewelry we have in the bottom
of our trunk I will take to the melting |
pot tomorrow. Guess I will at least |
get one War Savings stamp for all we
have stored away, and that wUl be my
stamp for June. Come along now and
help me get It out. Oh, there's my little j
silver watch, nearly ten years old. I
doubt If I used it a dozen times. How
proud I was the night I first wore It."
Lunch hour next day was devoted to
disposing of her treasures, and evening
found her overjoyed with the results.
"Oh, sis !" cried Edna ; "Just look—two
War Savings stamps! Isn't that great?
I'm so happy I don't know what to do."
"Yes, Edna, It's fine," said Alice ;
"you're always so fortunate In all your
"The little watch I gave to the Red
Cross," continued Edna excitedly, "as
they said it was too good for the melt-1
An eventful month followed, and
then cajpe Edna's big vacation. "A fine
chance to mend your old clothes," ad
vised Alice as she was leaving for work
"Yes," said Edna as she curled her
self up on the eouch, burled in one of
the latest novels.
Monday morning Fred Morse had
been discharged from St. Vincent's
hospital, and expected to sail for New
York the following day. Two long
weeks, the longest he had known in
his whole life, had been spent In this
hospital, the result of having been in
jured doing his bit. Together with
four others, he had been chosen to
give a course of lectures at Camp Up
land, and the next day they were to
start for the U. S. A.
"I'm completely lost without my
wrist watch," said Fred to his nurse,
"Perhaps I can get you one; It was
only last night the president of our
Red Cross branch announced the re
ceipt of some watches, and if there are
any left I will get one for you."
"There," said Miss Synd as she pre
sented Fred with a watch that after
noon, her great brown eyes sparkling
with joy, "the only one left" Fred
thanked her sincerely and, opening the
case, a small piece of paper dropped
out on which was written;
tributed by Edna M. Clayton, Seavllle,
Was he still unconscious, or
was It really true? Yes, It surely was
so, for there on the cover was the fa
miliar monogram, "E. M. C."
For some time he sat dreaming. In
fancy she was with him once again,
He could hear her gayly chatting or
humming a song as they paddled up
river in his favorite canoe. And Edna,
pink-cheeked and eyes of azure blue,
with her fair golden curls blowing in
the gentle summer breeze, resting so
comfortably among the cushions.
'Well," thought Fred, "my dear old
sweetheart, I'll give you the surprise
of your life when I land In New York."
The persistent ringing of the door
bell roused Edna from her reading,
What ! A letter from Fred Morse post
marked New York ! Could It be possi
ble? Quickly tearing open the en- !
velope she read of his receiving the
wrist watch and the slip of paper in- j
side. "WUl be home by Wednesday. I
Could we plan for a canoe ride Thurs- [
day evening? I will phone you
Edna could hardly realize that Fred
was really coming to see her again, as
she had thought he had long since for
gott lier. Anxiously she waited for
the phone call, and with still greater
s^M ety for Thursday evening to come.
The great beautiful moon cast its
silvery light upon the old familiar
river as Fred and Edna slowly paddled
to their favorite "cozy corner." Shel
tered by overhanging branches, Fred
settled himself down beside Edna,
Gently drawing her head to his shoul- '
der, he whispered, "Will you be my
own sweetheart forever, Edna? I will
be here for a month, and h,ow happy I
would be to "know that you were really
mine before I return to camp. Say
yes, dear, and don't keep me in sus
pense." Edna faintly murmured the !
desired "Yes," and as Fred brushed ]
back her fair golden curls he kissed j
and kissed the rosy lips soon to be his
"It seems all too good to be true,"
said Edna a few hours later as they
paddled toward the boathouse. "Who
ever dreamed of so much good* luck
coming from that melting-pot scheme?''
"It was well for you," said Fred gazing
at his wrist watch, "that you were res
cued from that melting pot or I would
**• n °t be the happy fellow I am tonight.
And hereafter, Edna. I shall take the
greatest pleasure in providing you
with stamps to the fulfilment of your
pledge, my own sweetheart, the dear
est girl in this whole wide world."
MADE THE CHAiN COMPLETE
Physician In Hia Excitement Rather
Gave Away Secret He Should
Attorney General Gregory tells this
piquant story of a prominent finan
cier and a well-known physician:
The money juggler called at the of
| fl ce of his family physician one morn
jug and told him with much concern
that his only son was suffering from [
diphtheria. The doctor was solicitous
but assured the financier that with the
] care given in the hospital to which
the boy had been taken he would pull
through nicely. "Of course," said the
medico, "no one is safe when that
terrible disease is around."
"But," said the father, "the boy con
I fessed to me that he is sure he caught
the disease from the parlor maid
whom he had kissed."
"Well, young people are certainly
| very thoughtless," mused the doctor,
"Yes, of course, doctor," said the
financier, nervously, "hut don't you
see, to be frank with you—I have
| kissed the girl. Do you think I, too,
| will have the disease?"
"I'm sorry to hear that your son has
been so indisc-eet."
"Why, yes," said the doctor,
are probably already Infected,
fact, that would be the very next thing
j to expect."
"Oh, that's awful," gasped the finan
cier, "and X kiss my own dear wife
every morning and evening, so she.
"Good heavens !" cried the phy
sician, Jumping up excitedly, "then I, '
too, will have it !"—Illustrated Sunday !
NOT MARK OF DISRESPECT
'Mr." Before Name of j
President is Thoroughly Sanc
tioned by Good Usage.
A Kansas City teacher asks the
Star whether it is really In good taste
to refer to the president in a head
line or elsewhere as "Wilson." Ought
it not always be "Mr. Wilson" or
"President Wilson?" she asks. It has
jarred on her In reading the news
to pupils to find the president's name
used without a handle.
Hard and fast rules in matters of
good taste are difficult to establish. In
general the title Is appropriately used
with the president's name; in general,
but not always. The omission of the
title is not disrespectful ; on the con
trary, the more distinguished the man,
the more the omission of the title Is
sanctioned by good usage. We speak
of Webster, Calhoun, Lincoln, Glad
stone habitually without the "Mr."
So with living men. Isn't it more often
"Edison" than "Mr. Edison," "Berg
son" than "M. Bergson," "Kipling" than
"Mr. Kipling," "Lloyd George" than
"Mr. Lloyd George," "Poincare" than
"M. Poincare," "Kerensky" than "Mr.
When reference is made to a well
known man by his name without ti
tle or even initials, there is an implied
compliment. The implication is that
there is only one Lloyd George, only
one Clemenceau, only one Wilson.
Whether the title is used or not de
pends largely on what seems to be the
requirements of the occasion.—Kansas
one Day Too Late,
The average Oklahoma Indian Is
more interested In oil royalties than
In current events. Recently a locally
well-known Indian came Into Ardmore
! matter, the Indian said :
"Too bad !
j could help heap. Two Germans by
I my place, hauling well-rig. Could kUl
[ 'em easy."—Everybody's Magazine,
to cash his quarterly check, and on
being approached for a Red Cross con
tribution, asked :
"What for. Red Cross?"
Red Cross work was briefly ex
plained, and the Indian came back
with another query, "What war?"
"Why, the war with the Germans,"
was the answer. "Didn't you know
America Is at war with the Germans?"
"No," replied the Indian.
The situation was explained at
length, and after studying over the
Know urn yesterday,
Entire Town on Auction Block.
Any man whose ambition Is to own
a whole town will have an opportunity
to satisfy his desire,
By direction of Lord Stalbridge. the
owner, the entire town of Shaftsbury,
England, will be put on the auction
block. Including private houses, banks.
postofflces, stores, offices, hotels and
three saloons. The town is in a pic
turesque part of Derbyshire, perched
on a hill in the midst of rolling farm
country. The nearest railway station
' * s three miles distant, at Semley.
Sales of great estates are frequent
! ^ as keen arranged,
In these days, when taxes are eating
up profits and many of the younger
generation of the nobility are losing
their lives on the battlefields. This Is
the first sale of an entire town which
Our books on naval history which give,
In terms of flags. Nelson's signal at Tra
falgar, will have to be brought up to
date to include in Morse dots and
dashes, the immortal "St. George for
England" of Zeebrugge. Our Japanese
allies will be the first to note the fine
watchword for Togo, an intense ad
mirer of Nelson, employed a variant
of the Trafalgar signal in the great
sea battle with Russia. Said he in his
I ran up this signal for all
the ships in sight : 'The fate of the
empire depends upon this event ; every
man is expected to do his utmost.* "—
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It costs us 24 billion to keep him equipped and only
170 million to keep him smiling. Let's do
The War Is Over, But
Our Boys Are Not Home
They still need the services of all the soldier
helping societies and associations that are now
in existence, and some of them they will need
more than ever.
The expense has not stopped. This is no time
to slack on the job. We must raise money, and
continue to raise money, until our boys are all
urges all to do their
urges all to
Your conscience should be the most insistent
urger of all—because you know you ought not
to shirk any part of a loyal citizen's responsibility.
This week—all week—make payment at your bank or to
your local chairman.
Do your duty—-the boys have done their's.
United War Work Cam
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