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THE SOUTH BEND NEWS-TIMES.
SOUTH BEND NEWS-TIMES
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Tin Wf!t Colfax Avmuo. ' South Hcnd. Indiana
Kntcred u5 .r-rmi matter at t h T'ustnifioc at South Hcnd. Indiana,
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WILD WORK ITSIXF LF.AII.
Arrested in a western hotd for b
in in the eompanyof another wom
an's husband. th vif of a 'hla'-jo
broker j:rcw indignant as sh exclaim
ed: "Tom has no risht to do this. YYr
had an asrccnvnt by which I was to
have my friends: and he was to hae
his."
It's inconvenient, slu is discovering,
that such paan ai;r-.nunts aren't
r-conized in law
Are there many
of them? Is it to such ends. 1 1 v t tin
modern restlessness tends?
With divorce shattering one mar
rlatre in seven, with the courts closed
by domestic scandals and with old- i
time restraints K"in one by one irjto
the discard, small wonder that th
elders scratch their heads in astonish
ment and ask themselves what the
world is coining to.
A southern visitor to our larnest
city, noting his impressions, recently
wrote home: "Kverything in New
York hinges around a sex-passion or
a money-thirst." Of most cities there
are times and places in which the
same seems tru ?.
Don't be deceived by surface scum.
Human society s like a pond. You've
j-een a lake "work". Midsummer
heat, reaching down, starts to rot the
submerged vegetation. Small bubbles
form, caused by released as. The.
water looks turbid. Fishing is bad..
You can detect a mephitic odor.
liut soon cool nights and purifying
hreezejs come. The scum disappears.
decay works itself out, the water
clears, the bad smells blow away and j
nature regains a wholesome basis.
We're in the thick of such ,an ex
perience, and if you lack faith there
are plenty of symptoms to warrant
pessimistic impressions. But take
cheer in the historic truth that such
periods don't last.
Normally nature is wholesome.. Nor
mally women don't want to wear the
livery of marriage as the cloak for
license. Normally men are not se
ducers. And the normal time is most
of the time. What is happening is a
large-scale readjustment of human
relations; another swing of the hu
man pendulum toward greater free
dom, greater democracy. In politics
it registers itself in insurgency; in
industry in strikes; in society in do
mestic unrest, and for the moment the
vision is blurred.
Rut the outcome will be worth the
cost, for it will' be a bettered hvman
ity. To doubt that is to misread all
the teachings of the past.
AN ADKQl'ATE DAW.
In passing sentence on Maury T.
Diggs and F. Drew Caminetti for vio
lations of the Mann white slave act
Judge Van Fleet of San Francisco re
ferred to the broadening of the scope
of that act beyond the intention of
the author.
"The act." said Judge Van Fleet,
"did not originally contemplate cases
of this character, nor was it the in
tention of Congressman Mann, as ex
pressed to the congressional commit
tee in explaining the original bill, that
it should. But congress, in passing
the bill, added that any transportation
for any immoral act where the woman
transported was openly exposed to
debauchery should be unlawful, and
that brought these cases within the j
urview of the statute." j
inus. tnrougn ne nroader view
taken by congress of the purpose of
the Mann hill the country got the law
it really needs. But for this Diggs and
Caminetti could not have been ade
quately punished for wrecking the
lives of two young girls, and unless it
could be shown that accused persons
had transported women for the pur
pose of selling them into slavery it
would have been impossible to punish i
them for transporting women for mere
immoral purposes. J
The practice of transporting and !
traveling with women for immoral j
purposes so commonly indulged in j
before the passage of the Mann act '
could have been continued as before, j
with little danger of disturbance or
punishment.
With the present vigorous enforce
ment of the Mann law this means of
promoting immorality and eeaping
scandal has largely fallen into disuse.
The itinerant individual finds it
gerous to try to pass off some
dan
ther woman as his wife and joy trips from '
SOI TII 1U:M). INDIAN A, SFJTKMIiKK 1!, 1913
one city to another are so perilous that Army encampment at Chattanooga,
they are more rarely attempted. j Hereafter nothing should be permit
Without its preent broad scope thej ted to interfere with the most broth
law could have been much more easily j erly relations between the blue and
evaded, and to that extent would have the gray.
been a failure, bringing contempt up- ; . . ,. ' . r
on itself rather than commanding re- "Big Tim" Sullivan, the ideal of the
,,(,cl ! bowery, left an state of three mil-
i lions, showing conclusively that pa-
N I'M MWD l0IIUIJTY.
Managers of the San Frai:usco ex
position are becoming severely exer
cised over the persistent refusal of
England and Germany to send exhib
its. It can be readily understood that
the exposition w ill f ill far short of its
purps. without them.
The al sence of representation for
the two Kreatfst industrial countries of .
Europe would make a big hole in the
exposition. England and Germany.
LoVever, teem dispotd to forego the
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beneiits to be derived from the world
wide publicity to be obtained there
for the sake of manifesting their dis
pleasure with the tariff and shipping
policies of the I'nited States.
That they have taken a faise posi
tion based on a prejudicial view of
American rights seems to make no
difference and unless they can be in
duced to change this attitude the ex
position must proportionately suffer.
The director-general of the exposition,
J. F. V. Skiff, is now in Kurope con
ducting negotialio ns which it is hoped
will brir: about a better understand
ing r.r.d if he fail.? it is possible
Theodore Koosevelt will be ashed to
try.
Pres. Wilson, it is understood, will
r?ot be avers to commissioning Col.
Koo5;?velt for the purpose in case Mr.
Skiff's mission fails, and it is possible
the unprecedented spectacle f the
president of the Fnited States con
ferring such an honor and trust iiponwnlt'h they were taken when
n rival candidate for the tiretsblenev I P'cCPS Went 4o the laundry, and
will be presented.
tiii: (;k mat ni:i:d.
Why ?hould the farmer worry when
the estimates show that though his
crops are smaller than last year he
will Ket more money for them? lie
shouldn't. Probably he doesn't. Cer
tainly he would be foolish if he did.
Hut the consumer! He is the fellow
who should worry. With crop pro
duction twenty per cent lew than last
year it will cost him forty-two per cent!
more to buy it. The consumer will
have a twenty per cent harder time
getting enough to eat. but the farmer
will receive $100,000,000 more than
last year.
Can you beat it?
The less the farmer produces the
more he gets for it. the less the con
sumer has, the more he pays for it.
of course there is a limit to the draw
ing of these inverse proportions.
Eventually the experiment of reduc
ing the camel to the last straw would
be repeated. If the farmer continues'
to reduce his crop and increase his
prices he will wake up some tine
morning and find the consumer dead.
Which is to say that more land must
be brought under cultivation by more
farmers, large and small, and better
methods of crop production must be
employed. Right here in St. Joseph
county the farmers are at least trying
to improve their methods, but in many
instances they are trying to cultivate
too much land.
There is a limit to the acres wVch
the average man can apply intensive
farming. It requires something more
than a lick and a promise, or a scratch
and a pat. The great need of this
country is more farmers, smaller
farms and scientific farming.
inrrrEK chances rou boys.
Vocational training is a fact in
South Band's public schools, at least!
in its experimental stage. Fnder the
new law the opportunity to learn the
rudiments of n. trade and at the same
time obtain an academic education
has been placed before the boys of
this city.
Because of its novelty or because
of their real desire for such an oppor
tunity the boys have manifested eager
ness to avail themselves of It. Time
will tell whether the interest is genu
ine and permanent or impulsive, but
the buys themselves and the school
authorities entertain no doubt of the
genuineness of
it.
Frnm the opening
of the new de
partment its facilities were exhausted
and it was necessary to discriminate
in favor of boys recommended by their
principals and those who, having left
school through discouragement over
their studies, were anxious to return
and take up the new work. Thus one
the main purposes of he vocational
training law. the keeping of boys
in
school, is fulfilled.
A new and perhaps unexpected fea
ture of the working of the new law is
the outside cooperation it is develop
ing. One boy who wanted to take up
electrical work was placed with one
of the electrical companies. He will
divide his time between work and
study. This field doubth ss will be
greatly enlarged, supplementing in a
practical way the work of the school.
It was unfortunate that anything
should have occurred to mar the har-
nmny and significance
of the Grand!
triotie devotion to public duties Is not
necessarily unprofitable.
"No quarter" will be the -cry of the
progrfssives in the coming congres
sional campaign, but when the time
comes they may be ready to compro
mise on an eighth.
From strictly
opposition sources it
democrats fear Secy.
is barned that
Brvan is a hoodoo, l-'or that and for
various other reasons the news is not
disturbing.
Fun is too often carried to a dan
jrcmus limit, as in the ea.se of the two
girls who started out to have a good
time with Diet; and Caminetti.
Summer is due to depart next Tues
day, hut far be it from us to sav,
"What's y,ur hurry? Here's your
hat!"
The United States death rate in
15)11 was 14.2, a showing not alto
gether complimentary to our sanitary
systems.
:!: :k
MARRIED LIFE THE
FIRST YEAR AFTER
THE HONEYMOON
D Mabel Herbert Urner.
s&
It had been an unusually busy
morninir. Besides its being Anna's
cake-baking day. Helen had decided
after the breakfast things were clear
ed away and the kitchen straight, to
try to wash out a thin lingerie dress.
It was so sheer and fine that she was
afraid to trust it to the rough theat
ment of the laundry. And for such
a gown df cleaning seemed need
lessly expensive.
Anna had good naturedlv assured
her that they could "rub 'it out by
hand." And they did. Some warm i said
suds of Castile soap, a ouick rinsincr in ! out.
ciea. water and it came out beautifully
clear and white.
While it was drying Helen, who
never did anything by halves. broutt
a lot of laces and doilies and white
silk gloves and washed them also. Sh'
was enjoying it immensely. It was
like washing doll clothes In her little
girl days.-
Then she got out a box full of nar
row lingerie ribbons the collection of
weeks. They had seemed too rumpled
A. - - -
- c.
lO run lacK in the underwear frnm
the
yet
to fresh to throw away. So now she
assorted, rinsed them out and pressed
them and rolled them up neatly on
pieces of cardboard.
"Oh. Anna, I'm having a beautiful
time. Can't you think of something
else I can wash out?"
"I guess your dress is ready to iron
now. Ma'am. Ry the time you're
through that you'll be tired enough to
quit."
She unrolled the dress from the
towel into which Anna had wranned
it tiRhtly after sprinkling with cold
starcn.
While
Anna made the icng for the
cakes anr prepared the vegetables for
uimin, neien uiHicri in Oicss
.1 in n v. : 1 . 1, 1
was fascinating work the thin lace
flounces pressed out like new. A real
"store finish". Anna called It. "Hadn't
1 better fix you some lunch now,
ma'am? It's getting after one."
"Oh. "no; I'm too busy to stop for
lunch. Just get me a glass of milk
and some crackers. Oh. dear! Anna
you mustn't talk to me; just look what
you made me do! Is it scorched
bad?"
Anna bent over the ironing board.
"That'll come out, ma'am. It's just
yellowed a little. I guess them irons
is too hot. anyway." And she care
fully lowered the gas.
It was almost three before the dress
was finished and spread out on the
i bed in the spare room. Anna agreed
j that the laundry could not have done
it half as well.
' And then for the first time. Helen
i realized that she was tired v'erv
tired. Her back and side ached from
the unaccustomed work.
She got out of her clothes with a
sense of relief, and prepared to lie
down for a nap. She would awaken ;
rested and refreshed, and nut on the i
dress for dinner. And Warnm would
hardly believe that she had done it
herself.
"Anna. I am sure no one will come
this afternoon; but if they should, just
say that I am out. Don't wake me
for anything. I didn't know 1 was so
i tired."
j She took a quick warm bath, for
I nothing rested her as much as that.
Covered her face with cold cream,
rolled her hair on kid curlers (for she
wanted to look very nice that evening)
and then lay down in her cool dark
ened room with a sense of luxurious
comfort and relaxation :hat only
comes when one is very tired.
She
I".
A be l was rln"lnir londlv. She
started up bewildered. It was the
door hell'. Why didn't Anna answer
it?
"Anna! Anna!" she called sharply,
impatient at being awakened. But
Anna did not answer.
"Anna! Anna!" more sharply. Again
the bell. She arose and ran into the
kitchen. "Anna!" but no one was
there. Had she gone out on some er
rand at this unfortunate time?
Again the bell. Who could it be
and how could she answer It as she
was. Once more the bell a persistent
ring that drew her to the door in spite
of herself.
She opened it a couple of inches,
standing back well out of vievv.
"Who is it?"
"It is I Carrie." came in a cold,
indignant voice.
Carriel "Warren's married sister!
She was panic-stricken. he opened
tho door, farther still, standing behind
it. Just what she said or did she
never knew. SVtmehow she got Carrie
Into the front room with stammered
apologies about not being very well
and the maid having gone out on an
errand.
Then she rushed into her bedroom,
slipped into a tea gown, tore her hair
from the kid curlers, powdered her
face still greasy from the cold cream
and hurried into the front room where
: Carrie, immaculately gowned, was sit
ting stiff and formal, her whole bear
ing expressing a shocked disapproval.
It was a horrible call. Helen was
frantically trying to cover her con
fusion, making apologies and explana
tions, while Carrie's cold critical si
lence disconcerted her all the more.
Carrie had never liked her. and
( It" It II 1MB Willi n iia l ruu.-iav.uoii .
would now tell of the frightful con-
dition she found her when she called.
And at 4 o'clock In the afternoon.
when everybody was expected to be
dressed! She left at !as. Helen still
profuse in her apologies and regrets.
Oh. it was horrible horrible.
When the door closed Helen rushed
out into the kitchen where Anna was
now placidly mending an apron.
"Where were you when did you
go Just now I mean a half hour
ago?"
"Me? Why. ma'am. I only ran
'round the corner to get some shoes I
left to be fixed."
"But why did you go when I was
asleep when any one miht call and
there was no one to answer the
door?"
"But I weren't gone a minute,
Ma'am just 'round the corner."
"Well in that minute Mr. Curtis'
sister called. And I had to go to the
loo- as I was'. Now don't you ever
don't you over go out when I'm not
dressed! Do you understand?"
"Yes. ma'am." meekly.
But Helen's imljgnation was not et
fully vented, so she repeated again
with increased severity.
"Don't you ever, dou't ycu ever do
such a thins acaiul"
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)a MystmStoky ofNrvYork
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(Continued From Thursdav.)
ciliti:k xi.
Cry in- It Out.
There was something the matter
with Betsy-Barbara. Even before she
spoke, Kosalie recognized that.
"Fin afraid Constance is going to
pieces." said Cctsy-Uarbara, relieving
ner mind at once. "She worries me to
death. She will so to the Tombs.
r-.ck Mr. Wado is perfectly bully,
and he seems to inspire her with his
own conndence. Rut the moment she
gets back here, she just wilts!" Here
.etsy-Barbara herself seemed to
break: the tears came, and witn them
a little hard burst of laughter. The
experienced Kosalie took her to her
own room, wheeled her to the cooich,
banked her comfortably with pillows.
"Now cry it out. my dear." she
And Hetsy-Barbara cried it
: ,
Kosalie herself spilled a few tears.
so that she ceased for a time her ca
ressing monosyllables for fear of the
unsteadiness in her own voice.
"1 ought not to let myself go like
this," said Betsy-Barbara when the
storm was over, "I'm as ashamed as 1
can be. At least, I never let Constance
see how I feel. But sometimes when
I'm alone "
"1 know, dear, I know," said Kosa
lie. bustling about with water, towels,
.meiiing-salts, toilet water, all the re
storatives of the feminine pharma
copoeia, "there's two kinds of people
in. this world, dearie the posts and
the rails. You an' 1 are posts. Rut
there's times when a person would
like to quit and be rebuilt an' sag
down an' be a rail. Now let me put
this on your face, dearie, an you'll
come to dinner as fresh as ever." She
bathed Betsy-Barbara's . face with
long motherly strokes.
"But it's such a dreadfully long time
to wait," sobbed Betsy-Barbara, her
eyes giving signs of a clearing show-
: er, "that J scarcely dare look ahead
i And when I think of the trial and the
awful strain on Constance "
"If there ever is a trial." replied
Rosalie. "Why. he hasn't even been
indicted yet. Vou don't understand
the game or you'd know how much
that means. They don't dare indict
him with the little tiny bit of evidence
they've got. It's long, but the longer
the night the brighter the day, I say.
An' just when it seems you haven't a
drop of strength left, is the very time
you get strength ' from somewhere.
I've got my own ideas about where it
come trou. but there! That's relig
ion, an' we ain't talkln' religion. Of
course, you're goln to let me help
you." While Rosalie spoke, she had
mechanically handed Betsy-Barbara
! the atomizer. Mechanically. Betsy-
Barbara took it and sprayed ier pear
ly throat with toilet water. Mechan-
ically again. Rosalie gave her a
square of chamois, white vrith race
powder. Mechanically, Betsy-Barbara
passed it over cheeks and nose.
"Thank you but you have helped
a great deal already," said Betsy
Barbara, emerging from these minis
trations a delicious, white-faced little
clown. "I don't know what ever 1
should have done without you." she
added as she dusted off the superflu
ous novvder with little daus-hing touch
es of her hands.
"Oh. that's nothin. I'm a horse for
carrying troubles other people's. I
haven't chick or child or husband or
relation, which is "why 1 never lug
round any serious worries of my own.
But I've found enough an to spare of
this Hanska murder, case. If mur
derers only knew," she added, dimp
ling, "how much they put out a per
son's way of life, they'd count ten
first and never do it."
Betsy-Barbara. smoothing her
brows and brushing powder out of
her lashes with her finger-tips,
smiled at this pleasantry, grim
though it was.
"I didn't know," she said, "that
the case greatly bothered any one
here except Constance and me or
not since Mr. North was released at
any rate."
"Well, I wish thst was all." began
Kosalie. She paused here for a' sec
ond, her body frozen to a pose. So
she always paused upon the birth of
a new idea. Had she known of this
habit, she would have practiced to
control it; for she had studied, dur
ing thirty years cf trafficking with
man's emotional expression, to let no
external sign betray her real
thought unless she wished to be
tray that thought. But this was such
an infinitesimal trick of manner that
none, not 'even her shrewd-eyed fel
lows of her old craft, had ever dis
covered it. We. however, who be
hold and study Rosalie DeGrange from
the standpoint of the divine, may ob
serve it and make comment. As we
tread the mazes of her diplomacies, it
will be a guide to our feet.
"Mainly." resumed Rosalie after
this little significant pause, "it's this
Miss Estrilla. The whole affair has
got dreadfluly on her nerves, she be
ing sick as she is all run down."
At mention of that name, Betsy
Barbara looked up suddenly. Some
harder emotion. Kosalie observed,
seemed to pierce the thinning clod
of her grief.
"Yes?" said Barbar-Betsy. Her
tone was non-committal.
"The shock got on her nerves. She
was away up on the top floor that
night, hearin everyttvng and seeln
AS TOLD BY AUNT GERTIE,
Chapter HI.
"Pooh, pooh," said the daddy snail,
with a shake of his shell.
"Hush, my dear," continued the
mother naii. "A gooseberry bush
is not so bad, and I must remind you
that everyone cannot live in a bur
dock leaf grove."
"That is right. That is right." an
swered the old snail. "Well. 1 guess
you may marry our son then."
With that brief announcement, the
affair was settled for all time!
A few days later all the small liv
ing things of the burdock grove as
sembled under the big leaf where the
happy snail family lived.
The parson frog arrived to read
the wedding sermon!
Fireflies added their brilliance to
tne scene The gnats were dressed
In their bt-t. It certainly was a gala
c ent
After the eiemcr.y was over and
every one had gona home the old
'Pile
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VUJI1LV1
IRWIN
nothing at all. That always makes it
worse. She wouldn't even read the
papers afterward, a.' I never men
tion the csu to her nor do you,
dearie. I soon found out that she's
like you an' me she's the kind to
worry about other people's troubles.
An' it's queer, but one little thing
bothers her a whole lot. She heard
about Mr. North cumin home drunk,
an' she's afraid that he 11 go bad with
liquor thlnkin' about his arrest. Tell
me," she added, suddenly shifting the
line of attack, "he has really cut out
liquor an' got busy, hasn't he?"
Kosalie, reading Betsy-Barbara'
mind by the process of observing ex
pressions and making swift deduc
tions thereon, perceived that Betsy
Barbara was about to say, "What af
fair is it of yours?" She perceived
also that the better part of Betsy-Barbara,
the part which Impelled her to
her philanthropies of service, had put
down that vixenish reply.
"Yes," said Betsy-Barbara, "I
think lie won't drink any more. He's
too busy with his agency."
"How's it going?" asked Kosalie.
"Splendid, I hear,' replied Betsy
Barbara. 'He's getting promises of
some ery good business already."
Kosalie resumed her best moth
erly expression.
"Now I'm just as sure as I can be,"
she said, 'that you were the person
who made him do it. When I first
thought over the case of that young
man. 1 saw what he needed. An' he's
got it, all right. Guess you can count
on him. When a man really has the
habit, he's gone. But when he hasn't,
all he needs is something more inter
esting to do."
"I think so," replied Betsy-Barbara,
relieved that Kosalie seemed to be
prying no further into her relatl.s
with Tommy .North.
"I'm sure. Well, gettin' .hack to
Miss Estrilla. She showed today in
a little talk with me that Mr. North
was on her mind. I .notice you don't
go up there much. But if you could
stop in once or twice just like you
used to, an' about the second time let
it out natural about Mr. North's tak
in a brace an going to work, it w ould
be a blessing to her. Of course, it
must be led up to an' you mustn't
say anything about the murder. She
just can't stand that."
Betsy-Barbara did not show the
enthusiasm which Kosalie expected.
She hesitated. This was genuinely
puzzling. Rosalie's memory, playing
like lightning over this turn in girl
psychology, called up a. set of facts
which she had hitherto observed
without correlation. Of late, though
Senor Estrilla by no means neglected
his sister, his visits to the parlor had
become more regular. Twice she had
seen him talking to Betsy-Barbara in
the hall. It was Rosalie's impression
that he had waited there to find an
opening for a tete-a-tete.
"Is it Mr. Estrilla an' not Tommy
North that she's doin' this maneuv-
erin' to cover up?" she asked herself
mentally.
All this had passed with the swift
ness of thought when thought trav
els the electric wires of such a mind
as Rosalie's. But now Betsy-Barbara
was speaking:
"The rearon I haven't been there,
Mrs. Ee Grange, is frankly because of
Mr. Estrilla. He's so so so over
powering. I guess I mean. Of course,
1 don't take him seriously, and yet he
does look at me so and pay me such
extraordinary compliments! I don't
know exactly how to handle that kind
of man," she ended with a little ner
vous laugh.
Kosalie waited.
"Of course, you understand, I like
him. I can't exactly let him see how
much I like him, for fear he'll think
it's" she paused and laughed "it's
the wav he seems to want me to like
him."
"He's a dear," said Rosalie with
genuine, warmth; "can't say when I've
seen a young man that an old woman
like me feels more like wantin' to
play around with. But it is bother
some to you, I can see. Especially
when there's a nice young American
man that you feel some responsibility
for."
Betsy-Barbara bristled a moment at
this. But as Kossalle had foreseen
the feminine instinct for confession
was stronger than the feminine in
stinct for concealment.
"I've had a hard time to keep Mr.
North from seeing it. Not that it's
any of his business exactly, or that I
think he'd care particularly. But just
at this moment, Mr. North really
needs me. If he thought that Mr. Es
trilla well, it might spoil all I'm try
ing to do for him."
"Yes, indeed!" replied Kosalie,
without a trace of irony.
Betsy-Barbara went on in a non
chalant voice.
"These two men are nothing to me,
of course. Mr. Estrilla is a very in
teresting person. He's handsome, and
In the right way if you know what
I mean. I love his little accent and j
his witty talk, and I think his singing;
is simply admirable. As for Mr.
North" Betsv-Barbara paused. Then '
her voice ran glibly to its carefully
careless conclusion "he'.? only a very
good friend."
"It's Tommy North, all right!" was
Rosalie's mental comment.
"Well," she said aloud. "those
things are like anything else. They
look worse a ways off than they do
daddy snail went up to the newly
wedded pair and said:
"Now, children. If you live peace
ably with each other and are always
happy I promise you that some day
you shall be given the chance to be
carried up to the old mar.sion, cooked
in the big kitchen, put on a silver
platter and eaten by some great no
bility. "Better !uck I cannot v;ish you, my
dear children, for that is the most
wonderful honor I know for a snail to
experience.
After that little speech the two old
snails went back into their shells and
never came out again.
Their adopted son was provided
for. There was nothing more for
them to worry about. So they Just
slept forever.
What did the young snails do?
No one knows. But eerybody be
lieves they lived happy ever after
under the burdock leaves!
tThe End.
Cpyr!t.
r
THE MELTING POl
COME! TAKE POTM'CK W ITH rs.
WE are moved by the Prince of
Monaca's tribute to the American
fichtlng spirit to assume that he first
observed it in Monaco and that his
estimate of it is not depreciated by its
performance on its native heath.
Perhaps, however, it v.-a.s forced to
its highest development m its effort to
separate the prince from some of his
easy money.
OLD DOC WILEY says the Ameri
can people were never so well fed as
at present, and we must admit we are
high feeders.
i
j MISS Helen Niblick of Deca
tur. Ind.. is a student in the Wesleyan
university at Delaware. Ohio. It is
understood her parents putter there.
"Evidently." writes J. S. B., "you
were never west of Lafayette st. on
Washington av. or you would not have
overlooked Laporteav. when enumer
ating the avenues of .South Bend." We
have, but never dared go out laporte
av. for fear of finding ourselves
where we started without reaching
our destination.
Bill Never Budged.
(Denver (Mo.) Statesman.)
The slit skirt h. th's godly burg
last Friday, and fo; a time business
was suspended on Stoddard street
from the Citizens' bank corner
to the Cotton Belt depot. The di
aphanous skirt, in a modified degree
has been here so long that men have
become partly reconciled to it, and
so give only half an eye to an angel
passing in such rig; but Friday every
body on the street got a shock that
turned their heads that is. all but
BUI Dugan. Bill never stopped work
for even a second Bill was at work
in a back room and didn't see it.
Problems of Do.-nvstio Life.
K. D. T. What do you suppose I
have done with my ketchup recipe?
I was sure I put it on the top pantrv
shelf.
M. E. L. When friend husband for
gets to hook the Inner lining and I re
mind him of it he says the most awful
things about my dressmaker.
G. R. H. Friend wife had gone out
when you're facin' them. Slip me a
word if any of it ever really bothers
you, an' I can probably help. You
wouldn't care to do what I asked for
Miss Estrilla?"
"Oh, yes. 1 can surely do that!"
replied Betsy-Barbara, her generos
ity reviving, now that she had opened
her mind a little.
"That's a good girl! Now remem
ber wait a while before vou get it
in I don't want her to suspect that
I tipped you off. Goodness! What
are those girls doin' in the kitchen
that makes such a smell?" And
Kosalie sped to her household duties.
The next evening, as the little par
ty in the parlor adjourned. Betsy
Barbara called Rosalie aside to say:
"I did as you told me in fact as
soon as I began talking about Mr.
North this evening, Miss Estrilia asked
me herself how he was doing. So I
pave her the whole story about the
agency, you know."
"Did she seem relieved?" asked
Kosalie.
"No," said Betsy-Barbara, musing",
"relieved isn't exactly the word. It
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Children can save you many tedious steps; but .he tired
est mother hates to send a child into a chrk cellar, and
children dislike to go there.
No cellar need be dark now-a-dnys, to terrify children
and worry older people. A ray of sunshine from an
T- 1 TV T 1 r
ensoir lviazaa l
conveniently located in the cellar-way will brighten th
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The new lowVttage Edlion Mazda Lamps xe the mott eco
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" of the house which need Iijhl only intermittently for b-i-f
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Everv dark corner can be safelv lighted with
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What Wo
I'M 111 I A P.- w
that Mrs. D: v Id
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( Louanspor: Ph ros-) p. .;
le.-man.
Milkman.
Every d ;
I pu-ei yr. . :tr..
Meatman.
Want th ;r p.y.
I .au mlrym.. ::.
Prug man.
Ta.b.r. fo..
A:'o man.
Pre.tcht t :m.i
Want t J i : r- due.
lo',;lrv. id.
N nr.- maid.
Lady w ith vv ash,
I ressm .' t k r.
Shoem a k r.
Also, bv gosh,
Baker.
Faker.
Man fo;- rert;
After
Every
Doggone cent.
IT isn't
the Parific
Atlantic.
Ye.
In this
work of a
impoih:e. o-i kr.
mav pi-.: a r.ew ant.
that
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But O. ecr Mind.
( l'ashi"!i Note, t
pet t ico.: ! less eta it !'
moment to raise the ,,":
draped gown
from the silver
i :;d et ra ' 1 11 i !,
purse at one' knee.
A Little '(Tm.
A summer t . . , i
In summer obi.
You'll quite agree v.!th me.
Is all and :roie.
As vou deplore.
That it's cracked up to be.
ONLY fiv e more day of sumnu J
"WHAT have van done with it?
c. n. r
as really
-she was
awecr the way
so interested.
he took it
Win, sbo
just
As
listened
I :o - alio
breathb-.-s v : '
finished her session with
the phonograph that night and began
to take down h r hair.
She
t a ! k e d t J
hers. -if under her breath.
"Well. Miss Estrilla connreted u;i
the two things, all right that spirit
dope about the whisky bottle with tlvj
little talk I planted in Betsy-Barbar t
Ian Clever of me to think of Betsy
Barbara. But I've gt to o slow
slower'n I ever did in my life!"
(To lie Continued.)
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