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I - -i Something of a Cold Snap By GEORGE L. 8URREY (Goprrlfkl) The construction of the new cold storage room at the Washington hotel was nearing completion, and Jacob Hickman, the proprietor of that poin tful summer hostelry so well known to Oslveston residents, was paying his twentieth dally visit to the scene of operations. "Hntlsfled, Mr. Hickman, eh?"—and Mr. Smart, the clever engineer, who bad been sent down to superintend matters by the big eastern firm which had the contract In hand, came nnd stood at the hotel proprietor's elbow. "l/ooks »II right, I guess." "All right! Why, sir, Ilia! safe's n stroke of genius, though I sny It. It'a a revelation. I'll guarantee there's nothing like It In all the states—noth ing to hold a tallow dip to It." Mr. Smart's professional pride np peered hurt at his client's very Inade quate eommendntlon. "Say. I didn't mean anything," Mr. Hickman hastened to explain. "I have no doubt It'« « fine safe. Come an' hnve n drink." At the Imr Mr. Smart went through the complete Inventory of the peculiar beauties nnd distinctive merit« of the cold room. "Ia>ok at It." he said enthusiastic ally. "Biggest thing of Its kind I've ever struck. Thirteen-Inch walls, solid concrete; patent flooring, damp-proof, rot-defying, finest arrangement of cool ing pipes ever laid—and then, the door." "Ah, It's n good door I" the owner assented. "So good IIihI no one'll ever have an other like It, you bet. Firm couldn't do another at the price. "To tell you the truth, sir, we're doing this as an advertisement. Ah, you were lucky to get our firm to handle this Job, I can tell you. Why, there's six Inches solid Oregon pine In that door, and the backing and fne Ing's the best one-un'-tbree-quarter-lnch chilled steel plate. "We brought Itiat door over In one piece. Takes four men to lift It, yet It swings on Its hinges ns easy us a clock pendulum. Seen the lock?" "No. Anything special ?" "I should say It Is. That lock's my own Invention, nnd I'll bet there's no man In creation can pick It, If he work« all nighty "Nothing short of dynamite can hurt It, Automatic, self-fastening, no trouble to turn, an' strong ns a nig ger's love for watermelon. That lock's a daisy, she Is." Mr. Smurt turned east with a fonr flgured chyck In his pocket, nnd Ja cob Hickman started In to enjoy his new iKiasesMlon and the envy of ull other hotel keepers In the neighbor hood. He came to love that safe—It was the pride nnd Joy of his life. Also, It became the dearest aversion of his friends nnd acquaintances, nnd of everyone who came within earshot of him. No matter where ho might be or what the subject of conversation, he Inevitably managed to steer It around to the safe. Once when he had talked Ills com panions almost to the verge of Insan ity, old Jeremiah Mad,area openly Informed him that, In his opinion, the safe was a snare of the devil; that Mr. Hickman's pride In It was nothing less than sinful, and Unit sooner or later he'd he visited by some terrible Judgment In consequence. But Jerry Mael.uren was a Seul, nnd a rlrnl hotelkeeper to boot ; so It may hnve Itoen Jealousy, nnd not mere piety, which Instigated his remarks. One day when Jacob Hickman went dowastalrs to pay one of his numerous dully riait» to (he safe, something Imp pen lie unfastened the door, stepped In Hide, and feeling n slight drug on the loose alpucn Jacket he was wearing, gave a »harp Jerk. The action, If un thinking. wus a perfectly natural one. Three seconds later there wns a smart "ellth.* ftvrtafflnK around Jacob Hlrkman fare* Uw safe door. It hud doted be hind Mm. The door opened outwards. That »tight Frk which had released his Jarheh- caught, probably. In the door kneh- hed set the heavy door In mo tion npen Its well-oiled and nicely ad justed hinges and the patent auto matic leek had done the rest. ■Tteknmn was » stout man; It wns a very het day ; and Ids forehead wn» eoweved with drops of perspiration when he entered the sufe. Hie paralyzed brain suddenly »woke nnd asserted Itself, and he started to yeti Mte • drunken Indian. thstklnblug, he yelled nnd hammered el the door with hl» hare Mats until he wns exhausted and Ids knuckles were bruised and bleeding. By »nd hy his breath came hnek, nnd he Itegnn to think with some meas ure of coherence nnd to realize the horror of his |m«ltlon. Here he was a prisoner without mean* ef escape or hope of release. True, the key of the door was In his pocket—he had taken It from the lock when he opened the »afe. But that didn't help him any. There wag a duplicate key. hut that wn* In a secret drawer of his bureau, and therefore useless. Indeed. If Hickman « presence In the safe became knowa, no one could find It—even hin wife did not know where It wm hid den. Again, the pipe« filled with liquid ammonia kept the temperature of the HHfe down to something like five de gree« below zero ; ho that, even If he were located, and a dynHinlte rhargr used to break down the door, It wal king odd» that by the time he war taken out he would he frozen Htlff a« an leeberg. lie «(Trained and yelled : he kicked and he hammered at the door; he daalied himself bodily against It; he wept, prayed und cursed, alternately and then altogether. Finally he lay on the floor quite «till, utterly worn out and moaning like a dog caught In a trap. HI« eye» gazed without Kenne of Right at the Joint« of meat hunglnr from the rack« fixed below the celling. Something suddenly Jolted hl« brain. A Joint of venlHon at which he had been vaguely «taring awakened hl« tnlnd to feeble activity. Hack to hl« memory came the recol lection that he had purchased that Joint to be cooked In celehrution of the birthday of hl« daughter. HI« daughter—little ten-year-old Marjory! Why, he would never see her again ! Escape wn« Impossible; he was as sure of death as If he were sitting In the electric chair. He was actually dying by Inches. The tears welled up In hl« eyes and trickled down hl« frozen cheeks. No. by heaven, he would not die ! or, If he must, he would die fighting. Fiercely he fought ngnlnst the lethargy and numbness that was enveloping him. With an effort he sat up and climbed stiffly to his feet. He caught sight of a number of stout onken billets he had brought down the previous day, Intending to tlx up «ap ports for another shelf. He recollect ed bringing a hammer, too. Yes, there It lay In the corner. Seizing the tool, he once more beat on the door. I'erhap« someone would come down to the safe and hear the sound of his hammering. It wns a poor chance, but he wouldn't miss It ; anyway, he would die fighting death. His vigorous efforts restored life to Ills body. Ills blows became more violent and presently the hammer han dle snapped short at the head. Then a furious anger seized him. He called down curses on the clever engineer who had constructed the door and In vented the patent lock, on himself, and on all crentlon. Seizing one of the oak billets, he beat at the door ns If It were Mr. Smart's Ingenious head he was ham mering. His nrtns ached horribly, but still he continued. Presently his frenzy-filled eyes seemed to see a faint crnck In the solid metal In front of hltn. The length of timber splintered and broke In his hands, but snatching an other piece he continued bis flirtons onslaught. Ills straining eyes saw the solid mein! slab bulging outwards. God In heaven! It wns true, then! The steel had split, the crack was be coming wider before his eyes, a streak of white showed between the dark, ragged edges. No thought of the smart eastern en gineering firm came Into Jacob Hick man's mind ns he pushed Ills finger Into the gap and plucked forth soft shavings, cotton waste and refuse wool until his finger nulls scratched on the outside steel covering of the door. Inserting one end of Ills piece of oak Into the crnck—nlns for the du plicity of mnnktnd, the Iron was no thicker than that of a cooking-pan —Hickman shoved Inward and used It as a lever, tugging and straining until the sheet of metal ripped away like a strip of brown paper. Then using his weapon ns a rammer he stabbed at the outside steel. The sound of a human voice caught his ears. "What de hell's de matter?" It said. Some one strolling Into the base mont laid beard the Infernal row und oolite to Investigate. He Korea mod hoarse dlreetlon, and in a few minutes the sharp teeth of a center lilt was cutting Into the Iron, A small hole wns soon made. Hick man passed the key through It to his deliverer, nnd then promptly fainted. There were wet bandages around Hickman's heart when he came round. A dull ringing filled his enrs; Ids hands were enveloped In wrappings : he was In bed : nnd his whole body was so stiff and sore that when he moved he groaned with pain. To judge by the sensations In hl« feet, he had no toes nt all ; but the stump* burned and throbbed hor rlbly. The doctor's bearded face was bend ing over him when he opened his eyes, and hl« little daughter Marjory stood hy the bedside bolding his head. "Touch and go." ««Id the doctor cheerfully. "I never coming to. for the coroner. Here, take n drop of this." "Where am I?" whispered Hick man when he had »wallowed the brandy. "At home. You've been lying here like Ihl* for three day*. Thought It wns nil up. Don't you remember? "They found you In your Ice safe, almost dead. Rather think one of your toes Is gone for good; otherwise, you're nil right." Jacob Hickman did not go under. The first thing he did was to bring salt against the eastern engineering firm who had built his toe safe, for misrepresentation nnd failure to ad here to contract specification». The shock of his terrible Imprison ment In the cold room had turned his tmlr quite white, hut It left his brain In first-class working order. He won his suit and got the dam ages he claimed. If thought you Looked like a ease were Chma'5fâï 1 I Crfy u V m\ .A •> L ! mUij * L lit* f 'm \ * '•V * .VI w - - -AT - ? ■■ • - Cv @ E Burton Holm*«. Courtesy Travelogue Bureau. Ferry on the Peiho River, IENTSIN, called the panorama | city of China, came Into pub lie notice again recently be cuuse of disorders In which T Americans and Japanese were involv ed. To walk about Tientsin Is to truv el, say* a bulletin of the National Geographic society. An afternoon's stroll from the native to the British, French. Italian. Russian and other for eign quarters gives the sensation of a magic tour through Peking, Londt.n, Paris, Rome nnd Petrograd. And the windmills among the salt mounds Just outside the city add a touch of Holland, j This pnnorumu city has had a tew pestuous history. There a group of | Amerlean and other foreign residents— Herbert C. Hoover among them— de- j fended themselves for a month ugalnst ! the fanutlc boxers in 1900. ; Since then the native city has been known as Cheng-li, or "Town Without Wulls," because the ancient barriers were demolished during the siege. Of the 500 doughty foreigners more than fifty were killed and many others wounded before military aid came. Tlentsln was the scene of another famous siege, that of the Taiplug reb- [ els In 1853. Followers of Hung Sin murched toward Tsunn, who had professed Christianity and set himself up In Nanking as the "Heavenly King," Peking. But the Waterloo of the "long haired rebels" so called because they would not plait their queues and thus signify loyalty to the Manchus, came at Tientsin. "Chine«e" Gordon'» Victory. The success of the campaign against the revolutionists was due principally to the gallant "Chinese" Gordon, Gen. Charles George Gqrdon, and his "ever victorious urttiy." But the fact would not be suspected from reading the Im perlai edict Issued by the former con cuhlue who hud elevated herself to Empress Dowager. The edict set forth thnt "this glorious victory Is entirely due to the bountiful protection of hcav on, to the ever-present help of our an cestors und to the foresight of the em press regent." A tribute Is paid to the Chinese geueruls, "who huve been j „ « I Bur»»« t i V Vä" t** \ V, - f u OB I iff fv.i V m s < ~ J*. - ^ ***** i (£) E tturtnn Hulun**, i'ourtasy Trav«lu«fi Street Scene in Tientsin. COULD NOT SEE INTO FUTURE Men of Genius Had Little Idea What Their Inventions Might Mean to the World. It appears that It Is not Infrequent ly the ease tluu great Inventors do not comprehend the algulflcance of the things they have produced. Here are two examples: When Hertz first began to obtain satisfactory results from his now fa mous researches Into the possibility of transmitting electric waves certuiti men of science suggested that some day similar vibrations might serve to transmit messages through space. Hertz laughed at the hypothesis and assured nil comers that his experi ments were for laboratories only. Now, nfter n few short years. It la hard to find a single Issue of n dally newspa per that does nog record some note worthy example of the use of wireless telegraphy. I.evnssor wns the great engineer who sketched the automobile with such skill that his design hns not been materially changed to this day. After Levnssor accomplished his historic trip from Paris to Bordeaux and re It Is a rice market, combed by the wind nnd bathed in the rain." and one of them wns awarded the decoration of the double-eyed pen cock's feather. Commanding the mil Ive force at Tier tsln was Seng-ko-lln-sln, a Mongol gen era), who later distinguished himself less creditably. In I860 he sought to defend Tientsin against a foreign ex pedltlon by erecting an Immense mud rampant outside the city. Tientsin was captured and held for two years by the British nnd French and the crude defense Is known In the foreign quarters as "Seng-ko-lin-sin's folly." The region about Tientsin was known ns Chl-chou, under the Hsla dyn asty. whose rulers, 4,000 years ago, already had court astronomers who could predict eclipses. latter It was I nled Ya-chou, In the Chou dynasty, marked by the western wars waged by Mu-Wang ngnlnst the "Dog Barbari ans," thought to be ancestors of the Huns. Tientsin dates back at least to the fourteenth century, Immense Salt Industry. The salt Industry In the nelghbor hood of Tientsin is prodigious. Wind mills are used to pump salt water into the fields along the Hallo river, where the widely-known Chang-lu salt is mode. Before the war nearly 20.000 tons were produced annually. But Tientsin is Important commercially In many respects, and Siberia's ten formerly was shipped through here. Exports were ns varied as the needs of the dozen or so nations which had separate settlements along five miles of the river front, nnd Its Imports were as diverse us the com modities those nations had to ex change, verge nt Tientsin. From the latter to the Y'angtsze-Klung extends the Grand canal, that remarkable specimen of ancient engineering, mentioned by Con fuclus, which originally was more than 1 (V¥) miles long, ' by rail. The Peiho and Hunho rivers con Tientsin hns more people than Bos ton. It Is the prlitripnl city of Chih li, and Is 80 miles southeast of Peking turn at the dizzy speed of about 15 miles nil hour his admirers gave him a banquet. During the tousts one of them, stirred by the spirit of the oc casion. rose und enthusiastically culled on the assembly to drink to the ap proaching day when carriages should travel nt the speed of GO miles an hour. I.evnssor turned to his nearest neighbor and asked in u quick under tone : "\Vh.v Is it that after every banquet some people feel culled on to tnako finds of themselves?" Only One Foundation. Men best prove their right to rights by making good in little things. Rights are those things that grow out of uni versal Justice. In the last analysis they are beyond price. Some folks say they hnve bought the right to certain things. That Is only because custom has commercialized them. Such rights savor of monopoly nnd are as unstable as the dollars with which they are purchased. Right that rests upon divine law may seem very tame, but after all It's the only right that abides amidst the rise and fall of em pires nnd the changing customs of men. To such rights every man is beir.—Extba age. THE PEACEMAKER I By GENEVIEVE KELLEY. "There, take your ring nnd never speak to me again," flared pretty Claire Traynor. as she angrily handed Dick tirant his diamond. "Very well," asserted Dick, "you can repent at your leisure." "I'll never repent, Dick Grant, and you know right well it's all your fault. You promised to take me to the club dance last Thursday, and you never even showed up." "Rut. Claire, please let me explain." began Dick. "Don't you 'but Claire' me." she re torted. "It's very funny Bob saw you riding down Kim street Thursday evening." After which statement she left the room, leaving a very crest fallen young man behind. Dick promptly took his hat nnd made for the door, not wishing to be met by any of the family, who would prob ably question him about his hasty de parture. but he had forgotten that Bob, Claire's ten-year-old brother, was on vacation. "Hello, Dick," shouted Bob. just ns the former was darting out the front door, "that was some quarrel you two had. wasn't It? Gee. sister has a temper almost ns red hot ns her hair!" "Say, Dick," continued Bob, "do von remember the Sunday night you pulled me out from under the parlor sofa? I never told ma what you said to sis that night, hut still I haven't forgot ten It. I suppose I could forget It. though. If I saw a real good show." "Sure," ngreed Dick, anxious to do part, and taking the hint, handed Boh a piece of silver, "and you might for get that Sunday night." "You bet." responded Bob, w'no had already forgotten It. Claire was very pale when she ap peared at the breakfast table the next morning, and she was just pushing away her untouched grapefruit when Boh announced, "Dick Grant's Joined the navy, an' he's goin' tomorrow." "Yup," answered Bob. on being ques tioned, "he passed the examination Thursdny night, an' tried to tell you. sis. but you wouldn't let him get n word in edgeways." "What," gasped Claire, seeming not to comprehend. "Oh, I said It looked like rain." spurted out Boh. "Why don't you pay 'tentlon to me?" But his remarks were lost on Claire, who had fled to the privacy of her room. Weeks of torture and suspense fol lowed for Claire, and no one know what she suffered. "Hey, Sis, will you come ennoeinp with me this afternoon. I want to gel some water lilies?" was Bob's greet ing a short time later. After obtaining her consent a keen observer would have seen Bob cau tiously emerge from the boathouse, with a saw nnd proceed to the wafer front, where he spent a half-hour In accomplishing some secret task. Another half hour found him down at the Grant domicile engaged In deep conversation with Dick, who had been granted a furlough. "Of course," agreed Dick, who found time hanging heavily on his hands. "I'll be more than glad to help you paint your canoe, nnd I'll be there about .'I." It seemed to Bob be had never spent such a long afternoon, but it was Just half-past 2 when Claire appeared. It was only a matter of a few min utes' walk before they reached the pier, and were soon paddling toward the center of the lily pad. They had spent about 20 minute« picking water lilies when Dick np f.eared, though only Boh noticed him Seeing that the time for his act was approaching. Bob stooped (by way of fivinc his shoe lace) and attended to some mysterious business in the bottom of the boat, all unobserved by I Claire. "Goodness, Bob," exclaimed Claire, "my feet are getting all wet. What Is the mittler?" "I'll see," offered Rob. nnd after a short examination he announced, "there's a hole In the canoe, but may be we can stick It out till «omenn» comes along. By Jove, we're lucky. Sis; here's somebody now." "Hey, Dick," shouted Bob. "we're sinking fast. Better hurry." With a few even strokes Dick was at the side of the disabled canoe, help ing Boh Into his own. "Ain't you goin' to save Sis?" de manded the Impossible Bob. Dick threw him a look nnd asked, "may I assist, you. Cl-re. Miss Traynor?" "He wns met by a cold "no thank you." "Very well; we may ns well make for shore, Bob." "All right." agreed Bob. beg'nnlng to feel that his plot was not just right some place. Claire sat very stlli. thinking that Dick would come after her. hut he was landing Bob on the nearby si ore. See ing her own boat rapidly filling with wnter and Dick leaking no attempt of returning, she called out In a fright ened voice, "please save me, Dick." It was the very cry thni Dick was waiting for. nnd he reached her side In double-quick time. Not a word passed between the two during the transfer. t'pon reaching the pier, Claire pre pared to leave, hut she was stopped by a "won't you please let me plain. Claire." front Dick, and her an swer was a faint "yes" from the muffled region of Dick's left shoulder. (Copyright. 1919. by the McClure News paper Syndicate.) to of is ex MMßEVQIMP * FAIRYTALE J /] 6y Mary Graham Bonner } j I MR. AND MRS. CROW. "It's too bad," said Mr. Grow. "It's too bad,", said Mrs. Crow. "Caw_ caw, caw; it is very sad." "Very sad. indeed ; caw, caw. caw."" said Mr. Crow. "And I really feet quite 111." "I hate to worry you. my dear," said Mrs. Crow, "but I fear I won't live long. Oh, caw, caw, caw, tIlls is dreadful. I can hardly speak any more." "My throat Is so dry I cun hardly speak," said Mr. Crow. "I'm sure he doesn't ttieun to be so unkind and thoughtless and cruel,"' said Mrs. Crow. "No," said Mr. Crow, "I am sure he hates the very thought of being cruel. Kor I have often heard hint say so. lie just doesn't know. Oh, bow are we to tell him?" Just then the very person they were talking about came around, and the person was a young boy named Dick. "Caw, caw, caw," said Mrs. < >ow. "Good morning, pets," said Dick. "There," said Mr. Crow, "he calls us. pets. He really does love us." "Yes," said Mrs. Crow, "but how are we to tell him that we won't live long; to be loved if we don't get it?" "I don't know, I don't know; caw. caw, caw; I don't kuovv," said Mr. Crow. "Here is a fine breakfast for you,'* said Dick. "I've brought you worm» and hugs and seeds. It's a Hue break fast, and you can eat it in courses just like I eut my breakfast in courses. "First, I have my orange juice," and as he said that Mr. and Mrs. Crow said, "Caw, caw, caw." "You almost sound as though you would like some orange juice your selves," said Dick. And the crows nodded their heads as best they could,. Init Dick didn't think they really meant * <r it. And they didn't want orange juice* but oh, the word juice had such a very pleasant. sound. They Both these crows had belonged to Dick only a very, very, very short time, which, of course, was lucky for them. Dick hud found out what they should eat, hut somehow he didn't think of them tis wanting any water. A strange thought, on his part, but still it was so. He didn't mean to be cruel, though. No. he loved his two black crows. "Then," continued Dick, and I he crows hung their heads sadly, for lie was no longer talking about juice, "then," repeated Dick, "you can eat your bugs in place of it, and in place of i he porridge which I eat next yon can have your worms, und in place of the egg I have you can have some seeds. "Isn't that a nice breakfast?" Amt Dick went off. thinking lie had given thirsty. ere E=£g* f MM ■Here Is a Fine Breakfast for You." his two pet crows, who wero s and tame and friendly, u very lino breakfast. The next day they looked so poorly they could hardly eut and a friend of Dirk's runic over to look at them, foe Dlek was awfully "What do you give them to eu I ?" asked the friend. And Dick told him. "That's all rigid, and do you giv» them good water to drink?" "No." said Dick. "How horrible! I didn't think they liked water. 1 don't know why I ever got such an idea. Uh, dear, that is why they look so poorly." "That must be the reason." said t!i» friend, "und 1 think that would be rea son enough to make me feel poorly ft' I hadn't had any water." So D'ck got water for the ersvrs, and oh. how they did euw aud mw their thanks and gratitude. "Pin so glad 1 asked you to help me." said Dlek to his friend, "but it tenches me a lesson to find out everything which should he given to pets in ad vnnee. for I almost killed my precious birds, and if I. had, oh, how terribly 1 m would have felt." But the crows were soon all right again and everything sepnied quite (ier feet. lorried. Just Over the Hill. Two children were out for a walk with their mother and she passed over the brow of the hill a little ahead of them, nnd was lost to their sight. The little boy hurst into wild weeping, and the sister said, "Do not cry as if your heart were broken. As soon as we get to the top of the hill we shall see mother again." When we weep for loved ones who . have gone on before to the Heavenly 1 Country, we should remind ourselves i that just over the hltl of this life we ! Jmll eee them again.—Girl's Conipan ! on.