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THE POPULAR GIRL
By GERTRUDE MARY SHERIDAN. There was plenty to Interest Vera Dane, when she arrived at Ward villa to rest up from ally social duties at the home of her bright pretty cousin Olga Wolcott. For one thing, a local department store was offering a five hundred-dollar piano to the successful winner in a voting contest as to the most popular girl in Wardville. “It's settled beforehand," spoke Olga indignantly. “You have heard me speak of Blanche Ridgeley. She prides herself as the exclusive queen of the so-called exclusive upper crust set of the district. She has cut me as too humble, or rather with too much openness In my opinions to ac cord with the artificial and superficial views of her group. I fear the taboo as a relative of my poor discredited self, will extend to you also." Vera shrugged her shoulders ver> indifferently. “My dear,” she said, "that will not give me any anxiety. I have come here to rest 1 long for a good full two weeks of bird song, sunshine and rest. So much do 1 crave It. that not one of my friends outside of the direct family know where I am.” Olga gazed thoughtfully at her cousin. She admired Vera and was proud of her. Olgn s lips curled scorn fully as she contrasted this acknowl edged leader of a chosen metropolitan social circle with the petty asplra ttons of Miss Blanche Ridgeley. A hope had come Into her mind that Vera might be Incited to reveal her real aristocratic position and rally around her a select group. "Just to **l Have Come Here to Rest.” show that hateful upstart what real social distinction meant." Vera’s an nouncement. however, effectually set aside her plans. It was destined that Vera should be aroused from her indifference within the next few days She accompanied Olga to have a skirt fitted by a Miss Rose Tyler. The dressmaker’s little workrooms were In a poor part of the town, and as the pony phaeton drew up at Its front Olga elevated her eyo orows at the sight of a showy auto mobile drawn up to the curb. “We are favored.” she observed satirically, that is the grand Ridgeley turnout’ They entered the front room of the little shop to be met by one of Miss Tyler’s assistants, who requested them to be seated, as her employer was en gaged In the fitting room. Thence in n few moments there emanated the echo of a sharp and angry voice, fem inlne but rasping, it suggested the ma lignant onslaught of some tyro-virago rating an inferior under the spell of meekness or fear. “Some more of the admirable Lady Ridgeley!" observed Olga in a whis per to her companion, and Just then the delectable lady leader of high so ciety in Wardville flaunted out. her features distorted with a rage that showed evil depths in that perverse nature. Miss Ridgeley nodded crisply to Olga, stared Insolently at Vera, and Vera’s eyes flashed as the ill-natured aristocrat swept out to her waiting automobile Then Vera arose to fol low Olga, who had started for the In ner room. At its threshold Vera paused. It was to view a pathetic and mov ing scene. Miss Tyler, the little dress maker. a fair sweet faced girl of nine teen. was seated beside a torn and disordered fabric of lace and satin, sobbing out her sorrow. After all her hard work, from a vicious caprice Miss Ridgeley had gone into a trans port of wrath because she herself had provided a wrong shade of trimming, had flung the garment from her and refused to pay for the work done upon It. v/i&a **a*. on ner Knees oy ner side, her arms about her neck, trying to comfort her. V a was deeply af fected. She drew back, feeling that she was Intruding. “Its a shame!" exclaimed Olga, as they left the place. "I shall see that Miss Tyler does not lose the money she so soroly needs. What a viper that Ridgeley girl Is! The most pop ular girl" She? Why. outside of the money spent on her by her servile admirers Miss Tyler here would out vote her two to one! Let me tell you, Vera—this Rose Tyler Is the idol of the popr people around here. Her father, a doctor, gave his life to them during forty years’ practice. They are flocking to the store to get cou pons to vote for her, but ourse their little money will count I against the Ridgeley dollars.' "She struck me as a ladylike beau tiful girl.” “She is Just that." affirmed Olga. "To her. too, a piano would be of some use. Rose is a proficient mu sician and could add to her income, tear Vug " Vera was thoughtful all the way home. That afternoon she wrote a number of letter®. She did not toll Olga, but Vera had decided on a plan to defeat the relentless autocracy of Miss Ridgeley and help the modest little dressmaker. All Vera had to do to have her numerous knight errants flock to her standard, was to advise them of her place of retreat The first to arrive was Gerald Wynne. Of all her male acquaintances he was the oldest. They had known each other for years A great many fancied it would even tually he a match, but no word of love had passed between them. Within three days there was quite a coterie at Wardville. Three of Vera's girl chums arrived and were domiciled in the Wolcott home. The four young men put up at the hotel. Strangely Vera seemed to forget her meditated "resting up.” A series of enjoyable lawn parties and plcnice filled a pleasant program, mere in for mal affairs, and all the more charm ing for that. Miss Ridgeley and her friends pro ceeded to. 'sit up and take notice." but no overtures were made, and milady of Wardville was piqued to realize that her petty exclusiveness had shut her out from association with "the real quality." “Oh, you clever, clever plotter!” burst forth Olga oRe day “And sc self-sacrificing: ’ "Why. what do vou mean, my dear?” questioned Vera, but flushing con sciously. “All you brought your friends down here for. was to boom our sweet little dressmaker friend. Rose Tyler, and she is going to win. too!” Thanks to Gernld Wynne and hie liberal cohorts, when the piano con test ended Miss Rose Tyler had three hundred votes over Miss Blanche Ridgeley. and the coveted Instrument was her own. “I have a great favor to ask of you Vera.” said Gerald, the day he and his friends were to leave Wardville He looked very earnest They were seat ed In the garden with no one neat them. Vera regarded him flutterlngly He was a fine young fellow He had been a loyal friend. Must she glvt him pain—for a deep emotion showed In his expressive eyes. Vera con cealed her real anxiety. "A favor—regarding?" she intlmat ed smilingly “I wish your advice.” "In a matter of— ’ “Love!” He spoke the word thrilllngly. rever ently. She felt sorry for him. In thi Intensity of his emotions he haf caught her hand “Gerald,” she said seriously. ,r should have told you—you. my be.it truest friend—that I have been on gaged to Mr. Robert Layton now abroad, for over six months." "Good! grand" Gerald amazed hei by saying “He is a fine fellow Then with a searching glance: “Oh—die you think I was going to propose tt you? I. who long ago learned tha you were a dazzling star and I ar earthly glow worm’ Mr. Layton! en gaged! Then all the more will yoi use your influence to win for me tht woman I love—Rose Tyler." Oh. Gerald! exclaimed Vera, re lieved and radiant—“ls this true?' "True as the esteem, the brotherl? love l feel for you. will always chei lsh And bless you. good, true slstei and comrade, for making known to m« the sweetest, loveliest creature I eve met!' And so—they were married. (Copyright. 1915. by W. <3 Chapman.) Too New-Fangled for Her. A South side young matron pur chased a motor-driven sewing ma chine. She sent for her mother to come and see the new treasure. Her mother came, saw and sniffed. “I don’t like It,” she said firmly, “and 1 don't want one of them. I find the same fault with It that mother found with my machine when I got it: ‘I have sewed too long by hand to be converted to any of your new-fangled notions,' she declared to me when I showed her my machine in operation. Look at It! —Lickety-scoot! Lickety-scoot!’ And that’s Just what I don’t like about this motor thing— there’s too much llckoty-scoot about It.” —Cleveland Leader. THIRD TIME’S CHARM By CATHARINE CRANMER. | "They say It’s hard to get hables or ! widowers througli their second sum mers," mumbled Jack Kills to himself, "but it’ll be a miracle If Dorothy Leigh gets through her second season without becoming engaged. She's pretty, popular, wealthy, adorable —in other words, just Dorothy." Jack frowned at the awful possibil ities of the case. He was in love with Dorothy, but would not be in a secure enough financial position to propose ' to her before January, when he would be taken into the firm as a director. He determined to go to her that very day and ofTer her his heart, ask Ing her to let him add his modest for tunes, which would be greater within the year. In a frenzy of love and hope and a rather foolish certainty of success. Jack made a careful afternoon toilet and went swinging along the few 1 blocks to Dorothy's home. But alas for mushroom hopes! As he passed through the iron gateway leading into the residence street where Dorothy lived, Henry Ardmore’s shining black automobile rolled noiselessly toward him, with Dorothy and Ardmore In Its roomy rear seat. Ardmore leaned for ward and faced Dorothy Just in time partially to obscure the glory of her charming smile of greeting to Jack It was only four o'clock and Jack went home, took out his car. and went for an aimless run into the country. He avoided the Country club lest he should seem to be trailing Dorothy and Ardmore, who would probably stop there for tea. The short after noon faded and was followed by dark ness and fast-moving clouds. Rounding a corner at a pretty good pace. Jack had to bring his car to an abrupt stop to avoid danger of col liding with two disabled cars which were standing facing each other, with dead engines and anxious passengers.- Jack recognized the one headed for the city as Aramore's. He promptly offered any possible aid, and his heart beats broke all speed records when the task assigned him was to take Dorothy cityward lest the approach ing Btorm break before the damaged car could be repaired sufficiently to make the trip. With wicked thankfulness that his | little gray roadster could accommo date but one passenger. Jack handed Dorothy In and drove ofT feeling luckier than Aladdin when his lamp was at Its best. Reflecting that though Fate had snatched one oppor tunity from him she had flung another at his feet. Jack decided to wash up i to him to make the most of his oppor tunity. "Dorothy," he began, Just as they i entered the park, but he never got any further with his speech, for a big limousine coming toward them halted i and Dorothy's father called her name as he stepped from the door, i "Ardmore’s chauffeur telephoned that there had been an accident so 1 1 started out to see If I could find you along the way. It's lucky we met here In the light," concluded John I^eigh. Jack accepted their cordial Invita tion to tea. consoling himself with a vague recollection of the alleged charm of all third attempts against failure, and he determined that he would make a third attempt to pro pose before he left Dorothy. Dorothy was charmingly flushed and exuberant. In the little family group Jack began to feel quite at home though he was longing for an oppor tunity to be alone with Dorothy, when a frightened servant girl burst into the living room screaming that the house was on Are. Dashing up the back stairway where the frightened maid pointed Jack smelled burning cotton, and in the maid's room on the third floor he found the Swiss window curtains had dropped in burning fragments upon the matting 1 floor covering. Grabbing a small rug from the hallway floor, he extinguished the flames starting from the matting Just as Dorothy, her , parents and the excited maid entered the room. While Mr. and Mrs. Leigh , talked to the girl. Dorothy searched Jack's hands for burns, two of which she found, and she marched him down stairs to administer flrßt aid “Oh, Jack! It’s too bad," she mur mured in a tearful voice, as she gave the bandage a final pat. "Does it hurt st> very much?” "Hurt? Why, it’s heavenly, Dor othy!" Jack exclaimed. Dorothy won dered what he meant, but when he heard her father’s voice on the stair way, he lost no time in making his meaning quite clear. “The third time charms. Jack.” whispered Dorothy, “and I’m glad you didn't succeed in telling me the other times you tried, for I didn't know- un til five minutes ago that I loved you.” (Copyright. 1915. by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) Dredging Gold in Arctic. A novel effect of gold-dredging in the frozen regions of the Arctic is pointed out as a possible problem for future geologists. The stream be comes blocked up by the tailing heap, and more or less stagnant pools are formed ulong the sides of the gully. Where the gully broadens two or three embankments may be produced, with muddy pools between them. The mud is deposited in the sluggish waters, buries the rocks of the ridges, and gives morainelike formations that may be difficult to explain when the dredging has been forgotten. FEEL CHARM OF CORNWALL Artists Fond of Depicting Beauties of Scenes In That Famous Eng lish County. It has been said that of the two hundred or more canvases dispatched each year from Cornwall to I>ondon "seven-eighths have been painted at Newlyn or St. Ives.” Certainly, in the tangled streets of the little town, wherever a window gives upon the sea be sure an easel stands. St. Ives gets its name from an Irish princess, St. la. who floated thither upon a leaf and landed on Pendlnas, the rocky headland which St. Ives calls “the island." St. Ives sits by a smooth circle ot sea into which a tongue of rocky land thrusts a bold curving headland, inclosing an inner harbor In the great sweep of the bay. Up the green hillside climb the sum mer homes, the villas and cottages and hotels, that belong to the tran sient St. Ives. As Its mean winter temperature is but four degrees lower than that of Rome, it has a fair per centage of winter visitors, while in summer its hotels are crowded. St. Ives does not let its visitors inter fere with its business, which is pil chard fishing—a picturesque thing to the idle looker-on, but heavy-smelling work for the fishermen—and renting studios. NEVER BEYOND RIFLE SHOT Farmer in the East Jordan Country Had to Be Constantly in Reach of Protection. "Towers in Jerusalem" strengthened the walls, which were somewhat out of repair. "Towers In the desert” and wells’’ were two absolutely essential necessi ties in the East Jordan country in Uzzlah’s day and to the present hour. In 1901 I visited Shobek. a fortified town less than fifty miles Bouth of Amman, and. while standing on its huge fortifications, was told that the limit of its cultivated lands was fixed by the distance a rifle would send a bullet. In the same castle was a well with 365 steps cut In the solid rock leading to the precious water supply. Wells were dug at great expense where water was known or supposed to exist, but for every one well there were thousands of cisterns and pools “hewed out” of the solid rock. Both pools and cisterns were protected In many places by walls and towers of defense. In my journeys east of the Jordan I have no doubt passed many ruins and towers dating from Uzziah's time. —Christian Herald. Cheese as an Aid to Health. The long cherished idea that cheese should form only a small part of the daily diet recently has been chal lenged. Not long ago the United States department of agriculture is sued a bulletin recommending the use of cheese as a cheap and wholesome substitute for meat. An interesting and important asser tion by a Swiss investigator is to the effect that persons who make cheese a considerable part of their regular diet are very resistant to many in testinal diseases, such as dysentery and the dreaded typhus fever which has desolated Serbia. According to Doctor Burri, the daily meat ration in the Swiss army has already been partly replaced by cheese, with excel lent results. Question of Tongue. Some amount of confusion is caused by the pronunciation of the name of the town Kuprulu, or Veles, in Mace donia. The difference in nomencla ture is attributable to the conflict of tongues. Kuprulu. Koprulu or Ku prili. is the Turkish equivalent of the Bulgarian Yalesa and the Greek Ve lissa, all of which refer to the same town in the vilayet (as it was under Turkish rule) of Saloniki. The ancient Greek historian Polybius speaks of the town of Bylazors, and it is be lieved that the Bulgarian and modern Greek names are corruptions of this. The Turkish form, with slight modifi cation. is the cognomen of a family of statesmen who flourished from the sixteenth to the eighteenth centuries. —London Chronicle. Surely a Soft Snap. Young Guide—“ Jimmy, I’ve struck the sottest snap you ever see. Dts here ole man is deaf and blind, an’ he hires me to take him to prayer meetin’ every night, an’ he don't know no better than to give me a dollar to put in de poor box afore we leaves de house. So what does i do but walk de old guy down to de t'eater, an' i buys two tickets, an’ lie sits t rough de whole performance, an ne don t kno.v no ditlerence.”— Life. WHY MILK REFLECTS LIGHT Consist ng of Minute Droplets of Fat, It Throws Back Rays in Every Direction. One is often apt to forget that color is merely a reflection of light, and that anything which reflects light per fectly will be the color of that light. The most nearly perfect form to re flect is a sphere. The moon is bright because it reflects the sun. The earth is bright for the same reason, » s one can see at the time of new moon, when the part of the moon hidden from the sun by the earth shines faint ly from reflected earth light. Milk is like a collection of moons. It is a liquid filled with minute drop lets of fat. each of them a perfect sphere. When the light strikes these, it is reflected at every angle, reflect ed on to other droplets of fat and by them reflected on and on. until from every point in the milk the white light that strikes on the outside is re flected. Think of marbleß made of looking glass, but so small that several thou sand could be put on the head of a pin, and you will see the reason foi the reflection, or the white color of milk. When. In the case of milk, the num ber of these little reflecting drops grows smaller, then the light Is not re flected so much, and the liquid grows more transparent. Absence of full re flection makes milk less white, or, in a sense, more bluish, as the semitrans parency of air makes blue sky, and of water blue sea. TRACED TO BEN FRANKLIN Revolutionary Sage Said to Have Been the Pioneer in Campaigns for Public Health- Ft has been mentioned as an Inter esting fact that the success of cam paigns for public health from time to time have been largely due to the fucllity of leaders in putting their thought into epigrams. Franklin wus a pioneer with his “Public health is public wealth." Disraeli coined the phrase. "The care of the public is the first duty of a statesman.” and Gladstone said: “In the health of the people lies the strength of the nation.” Our modern "Swat the fly" and “Bat the rat" are briefly characteristic of the time and probably more effective than their more elegant predecessors. The latest claimant to popular favor seems to be "The health and happi ness of the people are paramount to every issue." This epigram haß been done into a button to be carried In laDela. To Keep Moths Away. Blotting paper saturated with tur pentinc and placed in drawers when clothing is stored is of great service in keeping moths away. Optimistic Thought. Honor is gold, but gold and sllvei are not honor. The Rising Generation. "I'm afraid that youngster of mine was born with the instincts of a round er. The graphophone must play and the nurse dance or he won't eat his oatmeal.'' “Is It possible?” “Yes; think of a mere infant insist ing on cabaret features with his meals.”—Louisville Courier-Journal Preparing Snails for Market. The food provided for snails in cap tivity consists mainly of lettuce, eu dlve. cabbage, dandelion leaves and chopped kohlrabi. These vegetables are raised on a considerable scale for this purpose. The food Ib laid upon the moss, and caie must be taken to remove all portions of decayed food and other undesirable matter—a pre caution essential to the health of the snail. Robbed of His Choice. A taxicab chauffeur furnished the text for this anecdote: Having run over and killed a num ber of people, and presented his com pany with a number of lawsuits, he was finally discharged for reckless driving. He then became a motor man on a trolley line, but did not take kindly to the new work. One day as ha was grumbling over his fallen fortunes a friend said: "Oh. what's the matter with you? Can't you run down just as many peo ple as ever?" "Yes," said the former chauffeur, I can, but formerly I could pick and choose.” Between Friends. "Say, old chap, you're a good friend of mine, aren’t you?” “Sure. And you’re a good friend of mine, aren’t you?” “Sure. And. say, I want to borrow ten dollars.” "Quiet. Major, quiet. Listen. So do 1, and if you can find anybody with a few bucks to spare, let me know, will you.”—judga.