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THE CELINA DEMOCRAT, CELINA, OHIO
The Real Adventure A NOVEL. Henry Kitchell Webster (Uvprrlb( Iklt, 'I'll UollM-MrlU Oompauj) CHAPTER VI Continued. For the next half-hour, until the car stopped in front of her house, Rose nried on this request told about lier llfo before and since her marriage to Rodney, about her friends, her amusements anything that came Into bcr mind. Dut she lingered before igetting out of the car, to suy: "I hope I haven't forgotten a single word of your preaching. You said so many things I want to think about." "Don't trouble your soul with that, fchlld," said the actress. "All the sermon you need can be boiled down Into a sentence, and until you have jfband It out yourself, you won't be lieve It" "Try me," said Rose. "Then attend. How shall I say It? Nothing worth having comes as a gift jior even can be bought cheap. Everything of value In your life will cost you dear, and sometime or other you'll have to pay the price of it." It was with a very thoughtful, per plexed face that Rose watched the car drive away, and then walked slowly Into the house the Ideal house and allowed herself to be relieved of her wraps by the perfect maid. ' There was still an hour before she need begin dressing for the Randolph dinner; when Rodney came home this vague, scary, nightmarish sort of feel ing which for no reasonable reason seemed to be clutching at her, would be forgotten. She wished he would coine hoped he wouldn't be late, and finally sat down before the telephone with a half-formed idea of calling him up. Just as she laid her hand upon the receiver the telephone bell rang. II was Rodney calling her. "Oh, that you, Rose?" he said. "I sha'n't be out till lute tonight I've got to work." "But Roddy, dearest," she protested, "you have to come home. You've got the Randolphs' dinner." "Oh!" he said. "I forgot nil about It But It doesn't make a bit of differ ence, anywuy. I wouldn't leave the office before I have finished this job for anybody short of the Angel Ga briel." "But" It wag absurd that her eyes should be filling up and her throat getting lumpy over a thing like this "But what shall I do? Shall I tell Eleanor we can't come, or shull I offer to come without you?" "I don't care! Do whichever you like. I've got enough to think almut without deciding that. Now do hung up and run along." "But Rodney, what's happened? Has something gone wrong?" "Heavens, no!" he said. "What Is there to go wrong? I've got a big day In court to-morrow and I've struck a snag, and I've got to wriggle out of it somehow, before I quit It's noth ing for you to worry about. Go to your dinner and have a good time. Good-by." The click in the receiver told her be had hung up. The difficulty about the Randolphs was managed easily enough. Eleanor was perfectly gracious about It and Insisted that Rose should come by her self. She was completely dressed a good three-quarters of an hour before It was time to start, and if she drove straight downtown she would have a ten-minute visit with Rodney and still not be late for the dinner. She found a single elevator in com mission in rtio gwat gloomy rotunda of the office building, and the vfftftfv tnan who ran her up made a terrible noise shuttlngl the gate after he had let her out on the fifteenth floor.. The dim marble corridor echoed her foot fulls ominously, and when she reached the door of his outer office and tried It, 6he found it locked. The next door down the corridor was the one that led directly into his private office, and here the light shone through the ground glass. She stole up to it as softly as she could, tried it and found It locked, too, so she knocked. Through the open transom above it, she heard him softly swear in a heartfelt sort of way, and heard his chair thrust back. The next moment he opened the door with a Jerk. His glare of annoyance changed to bewilderment at the sight of her, and he said: "Rose! Has anything happened? What's the matter?" And, catching her by the arm, he led her into the office. "Here, s.It down and get your breath and tell me about It !" She smiled and took his fp.ce in both her hunds. "But it's the other way," she said. "There's nothing the'raatter with me. I came down, you poor old boy, to see what was the matter with L you." He frowned and took her bands away and stepped back out of ner reach. Had It not been for the sheer Incredibility of it, she'd have thought that her touch was actually distaste ful to him. "Oh," he said. "I thought i told you over the phone there was ."nothing the matter! Won't you bo awfully late to the Randolphs'?" . "I had ten minutes," she ssid, "and I thought . . ." She broke off the sentence when she saw - him snap Out his watch and look at It "1 know there's something," she Bald. "I can Itell Just by the way your eyes look and the way you're so tight aod tetralned. If you'd Just tell me about It and then sit down and let me try to take the strain away. . . i Beyond a doubt the strain was there. The laugh he meant for a good-humored dismissal of her fears didn't sound lit all as it was Intended to. "Good CONDITIONS FOR ROSE'S HAPPINESS ARE JUST TOO PER FECT IN HER NEW HOME AND SOCIAL SET-SO NATURALLY SHE BECOMES DISSATIS FIED WITH THE EASY LIFE ' SYNOPSIS. Rose Stanton, student at the University of Chicago, Is put off a street car In the ruin after an argument with the conductor. She Is accosted by a young inun who offers help and escorts her home. An hour later this muii, Rodney Aldrlch, well-to-do lawyer, appears at the home of his sister Frederlcu (the wealthy Mrs. Whitney), and she, telling him he ought to murry, Mutt to IntereHt him in a young widow. IIo laughs at "Freddy," but two months luter he marries Hnw Stanton. Rose moves from modest circumstances into magnificent home and begins to associate with the exclusive social circle. She meets a French netrt'HH who tells her thut nothing worth while Is given us for success, or happiness, or ease, or love, we must pay in some manner. These two are tulklng when the Installment opens. heavens!" he said. "There's nothing to tell! I've got an argument before the court of appeals tomorrow and there's a ruling decision against me, It Is against me, and it's bad law. But that isn't what I want to tell tnem I want some way of making a distinc tion so that I can hold that the de cision doesn't rule." "And it wouldn't help," she ventured, 'If you told me all about It? I don't care about the dinner." "I couldn't explain in a month," he said. "Oh, I wish I were some good !" she said forlornly. He pulled out bis watch again and began pacing up and down the room. "I just can't stand it to see you like that" she broke out again. "If you'll only sit down for five minutes and let me try to get that strained look out of your eyes. . . ." "Cu'n't you take my word for it and let It alone?" he shouted. "I don't need to be comforted nor encouraged. I'm 1n an Intellectual qunndury. For the next three hours, or six, or how ever long it takes, I want my mind to run cold and smooth. I've got to be tight and strained. That's the way the Job's done. , You can't solve an Intel lectual problem by having your hand held, or your eyes kissed, or anything like that. Now, for the love of heaven, child, run along and let me forget you ever existed, for a while !" CHAPTER VII. A Freudian Physician. Rose's arrival at the dinner a little late, to be sure, but not scandalously created a mild sensntion. None of the other guests were strangers, either, on whom she could have the effect of novelty. But when she cume into the drawing room In such a wonder ful gown put on tonight hecuuse she felt somehow like especiully pleasing Itodne.v when she cume In, she re- ox.vgeuuted the social atmosphere. She was. In fact, a stranger. Her voice hud a bead on It which roused a perfectly unreasoning physical ex- cltement the kind of bead which. In singing, mukes all the difference be tween a church choir and grand opera. The glow they were accustomed to in her eyes concentrated itself into flushes, and the flush thut so often, und so adorably, suffused her face, burned brighter now In her cheeks and left the rest pale. And these were true indices of the changes that had taken pluce within her. From sheer numb Incredulity, she had reacted to a fine glow of in dignatlon. She had found herself sud denly feeling lighter, older, indescrib ably more confident. They shouldn't suspect her humiliation or her hurt, Her husband, James Randolph re flected, had evidently either been mak ing love to her, or indulging in the civil ized equivalent of beuting her ; he was curious to find out which. And, having learned from his wife that Rose was to sit beside him at the table, he made up his mind that he would. A physician of the Freudian school, train ed to analyze people's souls, he was well equipped to find out, without Rose's knowledge. He didn't attempt It, though, during his first talk with her confined him- self rigorously to the carefully sifted chaff which does duty for polite con- i (Mi i J Came Down to See What Was the Matter With You." versation over the same hors d'oeuvres and entrees, from one dinner to the next, the season round. It wasn't until Eleanor had turned the table the second time, that he made his first gambit In the game. "No need asking you if you like this word thinks we don't know our own game. Do you agree with her?" "I'll tell you that." he said, "after you answer my question. What's the attraction?" "Don't you think it would be a mis take, said Rose, "for me to try to analyze It? Suppose I did and found there wasn't any." "Is that what's the matter with Rod ney?" he asked. "Is this sort of a gesture with his head took In the table "caramel diet beginning to go against his teeth?" "He had to work tonight" Rose said. "He was awfully sorry he could n't come." She smiled Just a little Ironically as she said it and exagger ated by a hair's breath, perhaps, the purely conventional nature of the reply- "Yes," he observed, "that's what we soy. Sometimes it gets us off and sometimes It doesn't." "Well, it got him off tonight" she said. "He was pretty impressive. He said there was a ruling decision aguinst him and he had to make some sort of distinction so that the decision wouldn't rule. Do you know what that means? I don't." "Why didn't you ask him?" Ran dolph wanted to know. "I did, and he said he couldn't ex plain it but that It would take a month. So of course there wasn't time." "I thought," said Randolph, "that he used to talk law to you by the hour." ihe button wasn't on the foil that time, because the thrust brought blood a bright flush into her cheeks and a sudden brightness Into her eyes that would have Induced him to relent If she hudn't followed the thing up of her own accord. "I wish you'd tell me something," she said. "I expect you know better than anyone else I could ask. Why it is thut husbunds and wives can't talk to each other? Imagine whut this tuble would be If the husbunds and wives sut side by side!" The cignrettes came around Just then, and he lighted one rather de liberately, at one of the candles, before he answered. "I am under the impression," he said, "that husbands nnd wives can talk exactly as well as any other two people. Exactly as well, nnd no bet ter. The necessary conditions for real conversation are a real Interest in and knowledge of a common subject; ability on the part of both to con tribute something toward that subject Well, If a husband and wife can meet those terras, they can talk. But the Joker Is, as our legislative friend over there would sny" he nodded down the table toward a young millionaire of altruistic principles, who had got elected to the state assembly "the joker Is that a man und a woman who aren't married, and who are moderate ly attracted to each other, can talk, or seem to talk, without meeting those conditions." "Seem to talk?" she questioned. "Seem to exchange Ideas mutually, They think they do, but they don't It's pure Illusion, that's iUe answer." "I'm not clever, really," said Rose, "and I don't know much, and I simply don't understand. Will you explain it In short words' she smiled "since we're not married, you know?" He grinned back at her. "All right," he said, "since we're not married, will. We'll tuke a hypothetical case, We'll tuke Darby and Joan. They en- counter each other somewhere, and something about them that men have written volumes about and never ex plained yet, sets up. They arrest each other's attention get to thinking about each other, are strongly drawn to gether. "It's not quite the oldest and most primitive thing In the world, but near ly. Only, Darby and Joan aren't prim Itlve people. Each of them is carry Ing a' perfectly enormous superstruc ture of ideas and Inhibitions, emo tional refinements, and capacities, and the attraction is so disguised that they don t recognize it. "Absence of common knowledge and common Interests only makes Darby und Joan fall victims to the very dan gerous illusion that they're Intellec tual companions. They think they're having wonderful talks, when all they are doing is making love." "And poor Joan," said Rose, after a palpable silence, but evenly enough, "who has thought all along that she was attracting a man by her lutein gence and her understanding, and all thut, wakes up to find that she's been married for her long eyelashes, and her nice voice and her pretty ankles. That's a little hard on her, don't you think, if she's been taking herself seriously?" "Nine times In ten," he said, "she's fooling herself. She's taken her own ankles much more seriously than she has her mind. She's capable of real sacrifices for them. Intelligence she regards as a gift. She thinks witty conversation, or bright letters to a friend, are real exercises of her mind real work. But work Isn't done like that Work's overcoming something Whereupon he shot a look at her and observed that evidently he wasn't as much of a pioneer as he thought She did not rise to this cast, how ever. "All right," she snld ; "admitting that her ankles are serious aod her mind Isn't, whut Is Joan going to do about it!" "It's easier to sny what she's not to do," lie decided, after hesitating a mo ment "Her futnl mistake will be to despise her ankles without disciplining her mind. If she will take either one of them seriously, or both for thut matter It's possible she'll do vry well." Ho could, no doubt, have continued upon the theme Indefinitely, but the table turned the other way Just then and Rose took up an alleged conver sation with the man at her right which lasted until they left the table, and Included such topics as Indoor golf, woman's suffrage, the new dances, Bernard Shaw, Campanlnl, and the political parties; with a perfectly appropriate and final comment upon each. Rose didn't care. She was having a wonderful time a new kind of won derful time. No longer gazing, big eyed like little Cinderella, at a pag eant some fairy godmother's whim had admitted her to, but consciously gazed upon ; she was the show, tonight and she knew It Her low, finely modu lated voice, so rich In humor, so varied In color, had tonight an edge upon It that carried It beyond those she was immediately speaking to, and drew looks that found it hard to get away She Listened With Mingled Feelings to His Argument again. For the first time in her life, with full self-consciousness, she was producing effects, thrilling with the exercise of a power as obedient to her will as electricity to the manipu lator of a switchboard. She was like a person driving an airplane, able to move in all three dimensions. Pretty soon, of course, she'd have to come back to earth, where certain monstrously terrifying questions were waiting for her. CHAPTER VIII sort of thing," he said. "I would like to know how you keep It up. It can't that resists; and there's strain in It, unv et k trot- flnnrhArA Wtmta tha i - ... 1 ""Mann nnin nnn rt amnrnimmont" any of It get anywhere. attraction?" "You can't get a rise out of me to night," said Rose. "Not after what I've been through today. Madame Grevllle's been talking to me. She thinks American women are dreadful dubs or she would If she knew the In her cheeks the red flared up brighter. She smiled again not her own Bmlle one, at any rate, that was new to her. "You don't 'solve an In tellectual problem,' then," she quoted, 'by having your band held, or your eyes kissed?'" Rodney Smiled. The next day, Rose took two steps toward making herself her husband's intellectual companion. From a university catalog she pick ed out the names of half a dozen ele mentary textbooks on law, and then went to a bookstore and bought them. She had taken her determination during the endless waking hours of the night : she was going to study law study it with all her might! The other step was to go and hear Rodney's argument in court that day, She was successful In slipping into the rear of the courtroom up on the eighth floor of the Federal building without attracting her husband's at tention; and for two hours and a half she listened, with mingled feelings, to his argument. There was no use pre tending that she could follow her hus- band's reasoning. Listening to it had something the same effect upon her as watching some enormous, com plicated, smooth-running mass of ma chinery. She was conscious of the power of It, though ignorant of what made It go, and of what It was ac complishing. The three stolid figures behind the high mahogany bench seemed to be following it attentively, though they Irritated her bitterly, sometimes, by In dulging In whispered conversations. And, presently, he Just stopped talk ing and began .stacking up his notes, The oldest judge mumbled something, everybody stood up, and the three stiff, formidable figures filed out by a side door. It was all over. But nothing had happened! Rose had expected to leave the courtroom In the blissful knowledge of Rodney's victory or the acceptance of his defeat. In her surprise over the failure of this climax to materialize, she almost neglected to make her es cape before he discovered her there. One practical advantage she had gained out of what was, on the whole, a rather unsatisfactory afternoon. When she had gone home and changed into the sort of frock she thought he'd like and come down-stairs In answer to his shouted greeting from the lower hall, she didn't say, as otherwise she would have done, "How did it come out Roddy? Did you win?" In the light of her newly acquired knowledge she could see how a question of that sort would irritate him. In stead of that, she said : "You dear old boy, how dog-tired you must be I How do you think It went? Do you think you Impressed them? I bet you did!" And, not having been rubbed the wrong way by a foolish question, he held her off with both hands for a moment, then hugged her up and told her she was a trump. "I had a sort of uneasy feeling," he confessed, "that after last night the way I tkrew you out of my office, fairly, I'd find you tragic. 1 might have known I could count on you. Is there anywhere we have got to go? Or can we Just stay home?" He didn't want to flounder through an emotional morass. And the as sumption that she couldn't walk boslde him on the main path of his life was Just and sensible. But It wasn't good enough for Rose. So the very next morning she strip ped the cover off the first of the law books she had bought, and really went to work. She bit down, angrily, the yawns that blinded her eyes with tears; she made desperate efforts to flog her mind into grappling with the endless succession of meaningless pages spread out before her, to find a germ of meaning somewhere In It that would bring the dead verbiage to life. She wus very secretive about It ; developed on almost morbid fear that Rodney would discover what she was doing and laugh his big laugh at her. She resisted Innumerable questions she wanted to propound to him, from a fear that they'd betray her secret. She even forbore to ask him about the case ; It was The Case In her mind the one she knew about She discovered in the newspaper, one day, a column summary of court decisions that had been banded down ; and though The Case wasn't In it she kept, from that day forward, a careful watch, discovered where the legal newa was printed, and never overlooked a paragraph. And at last she found it Just the bare statement: "Judg ment affirmed." Rodney, she knew, had represented the appellant He was beaten. For a moment the thing had bruised her like a blow. And then, all at once, in the indrawlng of a single breath, she saw It differently. She saw she couldn't help him out of his intellec tual quandurles yet. But under the discouragement and lassitude of de feat, couldn't she help him? She re membered, how many times she hud gone to him for help like that and, most notably, during the three or four days of an acute illness of her moth er's, when she bad been brought face to face with the monstrous, Incredible possibility of losing her, how she bad clung to htm, how his tenderness bad soothed and quieted her. He had never come to her like that She knew now it was a thing she had unconsciously longed for. And to night she'd have a chance I There was a mounting excitement In her, as the hours passed a thrilling suspense, For two hours that afternoon, she listened for his latchkey, and when at last she heard It she stole down the stairs. He didn't shout her name from the ball, as he often did He didn't hear her coming, and she got a look at bis face as be stood at the table absently turning over some mall that lay there. He looked tired, she thought ARE STILL NOMADS Apaches Demand and Are GivetH Plenty of Room. Tribe Which wn Once Known aa Wont In Country Still Refutes to Take Up Real Farming. Of nil the wards of Uncle Sum, none enjoyed a worse reputation nor a bet tor-deserved one, than the Apache Indians of the Southwest 50 years ago, They terrorized the Mexicans, robbed the wagon trains In the Santa Fe trail, made the frontiersman's life miserable, cnused the patient troopers of the reg ular army to plod and struggle ovet countless miles of hot sand und blue lava on their trail, and as soon as they were fairly beaten and settled down they broke out In a new place. Today their country is given over to the farmer nnd the flivver, and what re mains of the tribe occupies a spacious reservation In northwestern New Mex ico, says the Buffulo News. The reservation Is spacious, because the Apuche needs plenty of room. It contains little besides space, becnuse that Is the kind of lund that suits him ; and, luckily for him, has little attrac tion for anybody else. The Apache's idea of a small one-man homestead would run anywhere from a thousand acres up. He does not go In for In tensive cultivation. He plants a little corn here and there, and he harvests wild hny wherever It chances to grow thickly enough to make the process worth while, but real farming is In compatible with his idea of the dignity of a man and an Indian. The boundaries of the reservation are not visible to the naked eye, so that If you chance to be traveling In the neighborhood you may easily stray over the Apache's hearth and home without finding it out The owner, however, will inform you of the fact with great vigor, If he chances to find you. On the other hand, you may travel on Apache lund for weeks and never meet a soul. The reservation comprises hundreds of square miles, nnd the In dians are true nomads, wandering from pluce to place as the fancy seizes. The reservation Is a land of rolling hills, with a few stubby mountain ranges, and a share of barren plain. Most of the country is fertile enough, especially the hill land, but the Indian makes no attempt to realize on Its fer tility. At least he is doing nothing to exhaust the soli, nnd should his race or another ever come to farm It they will find earth as virgin as that of the western prairies' a hundred years ago. PREPARE MORE LAUD GROW MORE FOOD While the Spirit Lives. The men of the American Revolution have left us an example already In scribed in the world's memory; an ex ample portentlous to the aims of tyran ny In every land ; an example that will console In all ages the drooping aspira tions of oppressed humanity. They have left us a written charter as a leg acy and as a guide to our course. But every day convinces us that a written charter may become powerless. Ig norance mav mlslntprnrpt- t nmhltlnn WUMtN NU I MUi I UAKKULUUS may assail and faction destroy its vital parts and aspiring knavery may at last Rose tries hard to keep track of her husband's professional la bors and to be mentally Interest ing to him, but she doesn't make much headway. Unusual devel opments In their relations are pictured in the next installment (TO BiS CONTINUED.) Writer Calls Attention to Truth Which Is an Indictment of the Sterner Sex. We men are accustomed to deride the garrulity of women; yet I doubt If any women under the sun could com pete in loquacity with a pair or trio or quartet of young men engaged in the exchange of views on metaphysics, literature or art. We two or three or four spent ambrosial nights, Robert M. Gray writes In the Atlantic. There were no problems too knotty, no reaches of hypothesis too vast for us to attempt. , That was a time of life to remem ber, when the mind was growing like corn in hot weather. It Is a pleasant thought that all over the land there are little bands of youths doing as we did. I get wind of one now and then some boy with all the fire and foolishness, some girl with all the sensibility and sentimentalities, by a chance look or word carries me back, as a whiff of li lacs or mignonette can transport us Into our childhood. He is a poor man who never was foolish. It is appalling to think over what he has missed. I am glad that there was a time when I was omnis cient; that there was a time when in opinion was attractive because It was radical, and the "miserable little vir tue of prudence" was not a part of my moral code. I think it makes me more charitable toward youth. Whether it does or not, there can be no doubt that the surest corrective and sweetener of life Is a vivid memory. sing its requiem on the tomb of depart ed liberty. It is the spirit which lives ; In this are our safety and our hope; the spirit of our fathers, and while this dwells deeply In our remembrance, and Its flame Is cherished, ever burning, ever pure, on the altar of our hearts; while It incites us to think as they have thought, and do as they have done, the honor and the praise will be ours, to have preserved unimpaired the rich inheritance which they so nobly achieved. Jared Sparks (1789-1860). Beginning of Letter Writing. The actual period of the beginning of letter writing is, like many other of the familiar things of today, lost in the mists of time, observes a writer In the New York Evening World. Probably the earliest historical records of epis tolary achievements are found In the flays of the Egyptians under the Phar aohs and of the Greeks who wrote out their social or business communi cations on blocks of stone or wood. But tor the first letter writer of distinction It Is necessary to turn to the Book of Kings, where in chapter 21, verses 5 to 10, we are told how Queen Jezebel, wife of Ahab, wishing to compass the death of Naboth, "wrote letters in Ahab's name and sealed them with his seal and sent the letters unto the eld ers and to the nobles that were In bis city and that dwelt with Naboth," these dignitaries suggesting a plot which ended In the death of Naboth by ston Ing. the Year. The papers are filled with the appeal for soldiers, sailors and farmers, and all are timely, all are necessary. The sailor Is needed to hian the ships that protect the shores, police the seas and clear the ocean of tormenting and meddlesome masked buccaneers, to give help to the allies, to make mom efficient the present fighting units that are keeping free the sea lanes antf ocean routes. The soldier ia required to keep alive and intact the unity of the nation and the freedom of the world, to protect the lives of Its cltl tens from incursions without and raids within, to guard the honor and pre serve the dignity of the great United States, to render not only sentimental but practical assistance to those who for two and a half year on the bat tlefields of Flanders and the steppes of the East have been fighting for the freedom of the world against a domi nant autocratic and militarist Pros ianlsm, which, were It to become sue cessful, would mean autocratlsm. mil itarism and Prusslanlsm, and a "get-off-the-sidewalkism" over the entire world. The allies are proud to wel come these new accessions to the fight ing forces, which mean an earlier ter mination of the war and the dawn of an era that will be historic, one that we will all be proud that we lived In. Throughout all Canada, Great Britain, France, and all the allied coun tries, when the news was received that the United States bad entered the war, a thrill went up and down the nation's aides, and the pulses throbbed with a new life, keenly appreciative of the practical sentiment that had brought to their sides an ally of the strength and virility of the United States. But the soldier and the sailor need to be fed, and therefore the cry for agricultural enlistment The strength of the fighting man must be main tained. In his absence from the field there comes the necessity for provision to take his place. The appeal for farm help Is well timed, opportune and Im portant There are vacant lands a plenty In the United States that given a fair opportunity under competent ad visement and reasonable help, will pro duce abundantly. Western Canada also provides an excellent field for the prosecution of work In growing wheat and other grains, and while It Is not the desire of the Canadian Government to draw from the resources of the United States, believing that it is the duty of every patriotic citizen to do all he possibly can to build up the stores of depleted foods and making use of every energy at home, the wish is to lay before the public the fact that Canada has millions of acres of excellent land capable of producing wonderful crops. If for any reason the reader, having patriotism and a love of his country in his heart, and a desire to forward the cause of the al lies, cannot avail himself of the oppor tunities afforded In the United States, Western Canada will be glad to ren der him any assistance It can in locat ing him on Its vacant areas, where large crops can be grown at minimum of cost. Let us grow the grain, raise the cattle, produce the food to feed our soldiers, our sailors and provide food for our allies, no matter whether it is done to the North or to the South of the boundary line that in the object la view should not be known as a boun dary. Let us keep up the spirit of pa triotism, whether It be growing grata In the United States or in Canada, but Canada, fully alive to the necessity, joins in the appeal of its allies the United States for more food and more food. Advertisement Not Her Drink. Little Isabel's mother had very Inju diciously allowed her to drink weak tea with her meals Instead of milk. One duy Isabel was taken out to lunch at a friend's house, and tha friend, never dreaming that a child could drink anything other than milk. placed It before her In a broad, low, fancy cup. The child gazed at the milk In si lence for a while, and then astonished her hostess by remarking disdainfully,, "I ain't a cat." Buffalo Express. HEAL BABY RASHES Cured of Borrowing. "Well, I've found a way to stop my neighbors from borrowing," said a young suburban matron gleefully. "You see," she explained, "we are not near any store, and, of course, some times one has to depend on a neighbor In an emergency. But my particular neighbor seemed to have such emerg- Culting Makes the Hair Grow. According to Dr. William Allen Pus- ey, the hair grows a half an Inch a month until It reaches its natural length. With men the natural length Is from eight to twelve Inches. With women it grows anywhere from eight- sen Inches to their heels. , The hair grows faster In summer than In winter because of the greater activity of the skin In warm weather. The hair also grows faster when cut off. encles nearly every day. And It was usually vinegar that she wanted. Now ihe reason for this is based Upon the we are particular about our vinegar, general principle that whenever tissue and get the best variety, and of course when Mrs. Neighbor asked for vinegar we gave her our best. But when she returned It she sent a very cheap erade. which we were unable to use, and were obliged to throw out. "This was repeated so often that we began to weary iu n, uu ouuucui, a Brlnht-n. Crt. bright ioea iru A suggestion for making a carpet poured her cheap vinegar Into a bottle ,ook uke new an(J brtng1ng. out all Stun SaVuil 1L. lCAb UUID nun aoacu 1U9 Is called upon to make up a deficit it generally comes to the rescue with added energy. If you cut off your hair there Is the stimulus of Increased de mand placed upon nature to make your hair reach Its natural length. to lend her vinegar I sent her own to her. The cure worked. She has never asked for another drop, and I sup pose she thinks I am a mean sort of neighbor. But I don't care. Exchange. Important Would-Be Writer What do you con sider the most Important for a begin ner in literature? Old Hand A small appetite. Four-fifths of the world's coffee la raised In Brazil. bright colors again, at a cost of 15 cents, follows: Shave one bar of white soap In a dloh and dissolve with a gallon of hot water; to this add 10 cents' worth of salts of tartar. This forms a soft paste. When cold put a handful of paste on carpet and with a scrub brush scrub this well Into the carpet; then with a dull knife scrape the paste from the carpet and then wring a cloth out of clear water and go over the place just cleaned. In this manner go over the surface of tha entire carpet, and you -ui be ur orlaed at the result I That Itch, Burn and Torture With Cutl. cura Trial Free. A hot Cuticura Soap bath is soothing to irritated skins when followed by a gentle application of Cuticura Oint ment. Use Cuticura for every-day toi let preparations to prevent such trou bles. After this treatment baby sleeps. mother rests and healment follows. Free sample each by mall with Book. Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept L, Boston. Sold everywhere. Adv. Testing the Soil. Test your garden soil for acidity. Procure a dime's worth of blue lit mus paper at a drug store. Make a slit or Incision in the damp soil, put in a paper two-thirds Its length and leave It for a half-hour. If the change of color Is to red or deep pink your soil needs heavy liming. If there Is no change of color liming will be of little value. For genuine comfort nnd lasting pleas ure use Red Cross Ball Blue on wash day. All good grocera. Adv. Even Dirt Is Cheap No Longer. The expression, "dirt cheap," mus. be discarded. Blame the war. Winni peg, Manitoba, florists have announced an increase in the price of earth sold for potting flowers. A year ago earth sold for 50 cents a bushel. Now It costs 25 cents a pall. A new building for the department of the interior at Washington will cost $2,000,000. Sometimes a woman will admit that the most trouble aha has had with hel husband was In letting him.