THE CELINA DEMOCRAT, CELINA, OHIO
(Copjrtiht, Ilttlt, Browa Co.)
CHAPTER XII. Continued.
Billy Loulse'ii faith had compromised
definitely, with her doubts of him.
rtullty or Innocent, she would be his
friend always. Tliat was the condition
her fulth hud luld down ehallcnglugly
hefore her doubts. But unless he were
innocent und proved it to her she
would never marry him, no matter
how uiwh (die loved htm. That was
the concession her faith had mado to
Billy Loulso had a wine little brain
for ull she Idealized life and her sur
roundings out of all proiortion to real
ity. She told herself that If she mar
ried Ward with her doubts alive her
misery would bo far greater than if
he Rave him up, except as a fiicud.
Of course her Ideals stepped hi there
.vith an Impracticable compromise,
she brought back the Ward W arren of
her "pretend"' life. She dreamed of
him as a mutely adoring friend who
stood and worshiped her from afar
and because of his sins could not cross
the Hue of friendship.
If he were a rustler she would shield
him and save him. If that were possi
ble. He would love her always Billy
Louise could not conceive of Ward
transferrin his affections to another
less exacting woman and he would
be grateful for her friendship. She
could build long, lovely scenes where
friendliness was put to the front brave
ly, while love hid behind the mask and
only peeped out through the eyes now
and then. She did not, of course, plan
all this In sober reason; she Just
dreamed It with her eyes open.
Some one came upon the doorstep
and stood there for a moment, stamp
ing snow off his feet. Billy Louise
caught her breath and waited, her eyes
veiled wiib her lashes and shining ex
pectantly. A little color came Into her
cheeks. Ward had been delayed some
how, but he was coming now because
she needed him and he wanted her
It was only John Pringle, heavy bod
led, heavy minded, who came In and
squeaked the door shut behind him.
Lilly Louise gave him a glance and
dropped her head back on the red
cushion. "Hello, John!" she greeted
John grinned, embarrassed between
his pleasure at seeing Billv Louise and
his pity for her trouble. His white
teeth showed a little under his scraggy,
"Hello! You got back, hey? She's
putty cold again. Seems like it's goin'
storm some more." Ho pulled off his
mittens and tugged at the ice dangling
at the corners of his lips. "You come
on stage, hey? I bet you freeze." He
went over and stood with bis back to
the ftre, his leathery brown hands
clasped behind him, bis face still un
decided as to the most suitable emotion
to reveal. "Well, how you like town,
hey? No good, I guess. You got plen
ty trouble now. Phoebe and me, we
stick by you long as you want us to."
"I know you will, John." Billy
Louise bit her lips against a sudden
impulse to tears. It was not Ward,
but the crude sympathy of this old
halfbreed was more to her than all
the expensive flowers that had been
stacked upon monimle's coffin.
She picked up the two letters she
had written Ward, brushed off the dust
and eyed them hesitatingly. It cer
tainly was queer that Ward had not
ridden down for some word from her.
She hesitated, then threw the thin let
ter into the Are. Its message was no
longer of urgent, poignant need. Billy
Louise drew a long breath when the
grief laden lines crumbled quickly and
went flying up the wide throat of the
chimney. The other letter she pinched
between her thumbs and fingers. She
smiled a little to herself. Ward would
like to get that. She bad a swift vision
of him standing over there by the win
dow and reading it with those swift,
shuttling glances. She remembered
how she had begun it "Brave Bueka
roo" and uer cheeks turned pink. He
i.bould have it when he came. Some
thing had kept him away. He would
come just as soon as he could. She
laid the letter back upon the mantel
i' nd set a china cow on It to keep it
safe there. Then she turned brightly
and began to set the table for Phoebe
and John and herself and came near
setting a fourth place for Ward, she
was so sure he would come as soon as
be could. Mommie used to say that
If you set a place for a person that
person would come and eat with you
In spirit if not in reality.
Phoebe glanced at her pityingly when
she saw her hesitating with the fourth
plate In her hands. Phoebe thought
that Billy Louise had unconsciously
brought It for mommie. Phoebe did
not know that love Is stronger even
than grief, for at that moment Billy
Louise was not thinking of mommie
8even Lean Klne.
ND you looked good, all up
above here?" Billy. Louise
held Blue firmly in a curved-
neck, circling stand, while she had a
last word with John before she went
off on one of her long rides.
"All up in the hills, and round over
by Cedar creek, and all over." John's
gesture was even more sweeping than
his statement. "I guess mebby them
rustlers git em."
"Well, I'm going up to the Cove. I
may not bo back before dark, so don't
worry If I'm late. Maybe I'll look
along the river. I know one place
where I believe cuti!e can get down to
the bottom, If they're crazy enough to
try it You' didn't look there, did
"No, n;ver looked down there. I
:iiov they can't git down nohow."
"'Veil, ail right; maybe tbey can't."
Hilly Loulso slackened the reins, and
Blue went off with short, stiff-legged
jumps. It hud been a long time since
- be had felt the weight of his lady,
jsd his wood now was exuberant
A tale of the wild outdoor life of pioneer days that called forth all the cour
age and resourcefulness of men and women inured to danger and hardship
Blue threw Up his heud, lifted Ills
heels, and ran like a scared Juckrab
blt over the uneven ground. They
were not keeping to the trail at oil;
trails were too tame for them In thut
mood. They run iilong the rlm-roek
at the Inst, where Billy Louise could
gluncu down, now and then, at the
river sliding like u bright bluo ribbon
with icy edges through the gray, snow
"Hold on. Blue!" Billy Louise
pulled up on the reins. "Quit It, you
old devil ! A mile ought to be enough
for once, I should think. There's cattle
down there In that bottom, sure us you
live. And 'we, my dear sir, are going
down there und take u look at them."
She miiungcd to pull Blue down to
stiff-logged Jumps und then to a walk.
Finally she stopped him, so thut she
Billy Louise Held Blue Firmly to a
could the better take in her surround
ings und the possibilities of getting
Blue hud caught sight of the moving
specks far down next the river and up
the stream half a mile or more. He
was a cow-horse to the bone. He knew
those far-off specks for cattle, and he
knew that his lady would like a closer
look at them.
Blue chose his trail and crumpled
at the knees with his hoofs on the very
edge of the ledge; went down with a
cat-Jump and landed with all four feet
planted close together. He had no
mind to go on sliding in spite of him
self, and the bluff was certainly steep
enough to excuse a bungle.
It was with a distinct air of triumph
that Blue reached the bottom, even
though he slid the lust forty feet on
his haunches and landed belly-deep In
a soft snowbank. It was with triumph
to match his perky cars that Billy Lou
ise leaned and slapped him on the
neck. "We made it!" she cried, "and
I didn't have to walk a step, did I,
Blue? You're there with the goods,
Blue scrambled out of the bank to
firm footing on the ripened grass of
the bottom, and with a toss of his hend
set off In a swinging lope, swerving
now and then to avoid a badger hole
or a half-sunken rock. They had done
something new, those two; they had
reached a place where neither had ever
been before, and Blue acted us If he
knew It and gloried In the escapade
quite as much as did his lady.
The cattle spied them and went trot
ting away up the river, nnd Blue quick
ened his stride a little and followed
after. Billy Louise left the reins upon
his neck. Blue could handle cnttle
alone quite as skillfully as with a
rider, if he chose.
The cattle began to swerve away
from them, closer to the river. Blue
pulled ahead a little, swerving also,
and as Billy Louise tightened the
reins, he slowed and circled them craft
ily until they" huddled on the steep
bank, uncertain which way to go. Billy
Louise pulled Blue down to a walk as
she drew near and eyed the cattle
sharply. They did not look like any of
hers, after all. There were five dry
cows and two steers.
One of the steers stood broadside
to Billy Louise. The brand stared out
from his dingy red side, the most con
spicuous thing about him. Billy Lou-.
Ise caught her breath. There was no
faintest line that failed to drive its
message Into her range-trained brain.
She stnrcd and stared. Blue looked
around nt her inquiringly, reproach
fully. Billy Louise sent hlra slowly
forward and stirred up the hoddled
little bunch. She read the brand on
each one ; read the story they shouted
at her, of bungling theft.
Finally she swung Blue on the down
stream side and shouted the range
cattle cry. The animals turned awk
wardly and went upstream, as they
had been going before Billy Louise
stopped them. Blue followed watch
fully after, content with the game he
was playing. Where the bluffs drew
close again to the river, the cattle
climbed to a narrow, shelving trail
picking their way carefully along the
bluff. Below them It fell sheer to the
river; above them it rose steeply, a
blackened jumble, save where the snow
of the last storm lay drifted.
Billy Louise had .never known there
was a trail up this gorge. She eyed It
critically and saw where boulders had
been moved , here and there to make
Its passage possible. Her lips were
set close together and they still bore
the Imprint of her contempt.
She thought of Ward. Mentally she
abased herself before hlra because of
her doubts. How she had dared think
him a thief? Uer brave buckarool
And she had dared think he would
steal cnttle! Her very remorse was
a whip to lash her anger against the
guilty. She hurried the cattle along
the dangerous trail, Impatient of their
Since sho hud closed tip on the
eiittlo nnd had read on their sides tho
shameful story of theft, Billy Louise
had known that she would eventually
cotuo out at the lower end of the Cove;
nnd that In spite of the fact that the
Cove was not supposed to have any
egress suve through the gorge. What
surprised her was the short distance;
she hud not realized thut the bluff
and the upland formed a wide curve,
ond that she had cut the distance al
most In half by riding next the river.
She seemed in no doubt as to what
he would do when she arrived. Billy
r,oulse was not much given to Inde
cision at any time. She drove the
cattle Into the corral farthest from the
house, rode on to the stable, and
stopped Blue with his nose against the1
fence there and with his reins drag
ging. Then, tight-lipped still, she
walked determinedly along the path to
the gate thut led through the berry
jungle to the cnbln.
She opened the gate and stepped
through, closing It after her. She had
not gone twenty feet when there was
a rush from the nearest thicket, and
Surbtis, Ids hair ruffed out along his
neck, growled and made a leap at her
with bared fangs.
Billy Louise had forgotten about
Surbus. She jumped back, startled,
and the dog missed landing. When
he sprang again he met a ..",0-caliber
bullet from Billy Louise's gun and
dropped back. It had been a snap shot,
without any particular aiming: Billy
Louise retrented a few steps farther,
watching the dog suspiciously. He
gathered himself slowly and prepared
to spring nt her again. This time Billy
Louise, being on the watch for such n
move, aimed carefully before she fired.
Surbus dropped again, limply a good
dog forever more.
Billy Louise heard a shrill whistle
and the sound of feet running. She
waited, gun in hand, ready for what
ever might come.
"Hey! Charlie I Somebody's come;
the boll, she don't reeng." Peter
Howling Dog, a pistol In his hand,
came running down the path from the
cabin. He suw Billy Louise and stopped
abruptly, his mouth half open.
From a shed tiear the stable came
Charlie, also running. Billy Louise
waited beside the gute. He did not
see her until he was close, for a tun
gled gooseberry bush stood between
"What was It, Peter? Somebody In
the Cove? Or was It you "
"No, It wasn't Peter; It was me,"
Billy Louise informed him calmly and
ungrammatically. "I shot Surbus,
"Oh! Why, Miss Louise, you nearly
gave me heart failure ! How are you?
"You thought somebody had gotten
Into the Cove without your knowing It.
Well, somebody did. I rode up from
below, along the river."
"Oh er did you? Pretty rough
going, wasn't it? I didn't think It could
be done. Come In ; Auut Martha will
"I don't think she'll be overjoyed to
see me." Billy Louise stood still be
side the gooseberry bush, and she had
forgotten to put away her gun. "I
drove up those cattle you had down be
low. You're awfully careless, Charlie!
I should think Peter or Marthy would
have told yon better. When a man
steals cattle by working over the
brands, It's very bad form to knep
them right on his ranch In plain sight.
It Isn't flone by the best people, you
know." Her voice stung with the con
tempt she managed to put Into It. And
though she smiled, It was such a smile
as one seldom saw upon the face of
"What's all this? Worked brands!
Why, Miss Louise, I I wouldn't know
"I know. You did an awful punk
Job. A person could tell in the dark
it was the work of a greenhorn. Why
didn't you let Peter do it, or Marthy?
You could have done a better Job than
that, couldn't you, Marthy?"
Poor old Marthy, with her rheumatic
knees and a gray hardness In her
leathery face, had come down the path
and stood squarely before Billy Lou
ise, her hands knuckling her flubby
hips, her hair blowing in gray, strag
gling wisps about her bullet head.
"Better than what? Come in, Billy
Louise. I'm right glad to see ye back
and lookln' so well, even If yuh do
'pear to be In one of your tantrums.
How's yer maw?"
Billy Louise gasped and went white.
"Moramle's dead," she said. "She died
the ninth." She drew another gasping
breath, pulled herself together, und
went on before the others could begin
the set speeches of sympathy which
the announcement seemed to demand.
. "Never mind about that, now. I'm
talking about those Seabeck cattle you
folks stole. I was telling Charlie how
horribly careless he Is, Marthy. Did
you know he let them drift down the
river? And a blind man could tell a
mile off the brands hnve been worked !"
Billy Louise's tone was positively ven
omous in its contempt. "Why didn't
you make Charlie practice on a cow
hide for a while first?" she asked Mar
Marthy ignored the sarcasm. Per
haps it did not penetrate her stolid
mind at all. "Charlie never worked
any brands, Billy Louise," she stated
with her glum directness.
"Oh, I beg his pardon, I'm sure!
"No, I never done such a thing, nei
ther. I don't know what you're talkln'
"Well, who did. then?" Billy Louise
faced the old woman pitilessly.
"I d'no." Marthy lifted her hand and
made a fm He effort to tuck In u few of
the longest wisps of hair.
"Well, of all the" The stern gray
pyeH of Billy Louise flew wide open at
the effrontery of the Words. If they
exported her to believe thut !
That's It, Miss Louise. That's the
point we'd like to settle, ourselves. I
know It sounds outrageous, but It's a
fact. Peter und I found those cuttle
up In the hills, with our brund worked
over the V. On my word of houor, not
one of us knows who did It."
"But you've got them down here "
"Well" Charlie threw out a hund
helplessly. Ills eyes met hers with ap
pealing frankness. "We couldn't rub
out the brands; what else could we
do? I figured thut somebody else
would see them if we left them out In
tho hills, and It might be rather bard
to convince a man; you see, we can't
even convince you! But, so help tne,
not one of us branded those cattle,
Miss Louise. I believe thut whoever
has been rustling stock around here
deliberately tried to fix evidence
against us: I'm a stranger In the coun
try, and I don't know the game very
well ; I'm an easy mark."
"Yes, you're that, all right enough !"
Billy Louise spoke with blunt disfavor,
but her contemptuous certainly of his
guilt was plainly wavering. "To go
and bring stolen cattle right down
"It seemed to me they'd be safer here
than anywhere else," Charlie observed
naively. "Nobody ever comes down
here, unknown to us. I had It sized up
that the fellow who worked those
brands would never dream we'd bring
the stock right into the Cove. Why,
Miss Louise, even I would know better
than to put our brand on top of Sen
beck's und expect It to pass Inspection.
If I wanted to steal cattle, I wouldn't
go at It that way !"
Billy Louise glunced uncertainly at
him and then at Marthy, fuclng her
grimly. She did not know what to
think, and she showed It.
"How do you mean the real rus
tlers?" she began hesitatingly; and
hesitation was not by nny means a
mental habit with Billy Louise.
"I mean just what I said." Char
He's manner was becoming more nat
ural, more confident. "I've been rid
ing through the hills a good deal, and
I've seen a few things. And I've an
Idea the fellow got n little uneasy."
He saw her wince a little at the word
"fellow," und he went on, with nn
Impulsive hurst of confidence: "Miss
Louise, have you ever. In your riding
around up nbove Jones cunyon, In all
those deep little gulches, have you ever
seen anything of n corral, up there?"
Billy Louise held herself rigidly
from starting at this. She bit her Hps
so that It hurt. "Whereabouts Is It?"
she asked, without looking at him,
And then : "I thought you would go to
any length before you would accuse
"I would. But when they deliberate
ly try to hand me the blame and I'm
not accusing anybody anybody in
particular, am I? The corral Is at the
head of a steep Utile c-myon or gulch.
back In the hills where all these bigger
canyons head. Some time when you're
riding up that way, you keep an eye
out for It. That," he added grimly,
"Is where Peter and I ran across
these cattle; right near that corral."
The heart of Billy Louise went heavy
In her chest. Was It possible? Doubts
are harder to kill than cats or snakes.
You think they're done for, and here
they come again, crowding close so
that one can see nothing else.
"Have you nny Idea at all, who
it Is?" She forced the words out of
her dry throat. She lifted her head de
fiantly nnd looked ut him full, trying
to read the truth from his eyes and
Charlie Fox met her look, and In his
eyes she read pity yes, pity for her.
"If I have," he said, with nn air of
gently deliberate evasion, "I'll wait till
Her Voice Stung With the Contempt
She Put Into It.
I am dead before I name the man. I'm
not at all sure I'd do It even then, Miss
Louise; not unless I was forced to do
It in self-defense. That's one reason
why I brought the cattle down here.
I didn't want to be placed in a posi
tion where I should be compelled to
Baffled and angry nnd hurt to the
very soul of her, Billy Louise opened
the gate and went out "If you know
anything to tell, for heaven's sake don't
hold back on my account ! It's nothing
to me, one way or the other. I'm no
rustler, and no friend of rustlers, if
that's what you're hinting at." She
left them with a proud lift to her chin
By B. M. BOWER
and u very straight back, went to Blue,
and mounted him mechanically. Billy
Louise was "seeing red" Just then. She
rode back past the gate, the three were
still standing there close together,
Billy Louise had ridden but a short
distance when, with a sudden Impulse
born of her stern Instincts of Justice,
sho Jerked Blue around and gulloped
buck. Charlie had disappeared, and
Peter Howling Dog was walklug sul
lenly toward the corruled cnttle. Mar
thy was going slowly up the path to
the cabin, looking old and bent and
broken-spirited because of her bowed
shoulders and stiff, rheumatic gait, but
harsh nnd unyielding ns to her face.
Billy Louise stopped by the fence nnd
called to her. Marthy turned, stared
at her sourly, and stood where she
"Wall, what d'yuh want now?" she
Billy Louise fought bnck an answer
ing antagonism. She must be just;
sho could not blume Marthy for feel
ing hard toward her. She had insulted
thera horribly and killed Marthy's dog.
"I want to tell you I'm sorry I was
so nieun, Marthy," she said bravely
"I haven't nny excuse to make for It;
only you must see yourself what a
shock It would be to a person to find
those cattle down here. But I know
you're honest, nnd so is Charlie. And
I know you'll do what's right. I'm
sorry I shot your dog, Marthy."
Apologies did not come easily to
Billy Louise. She wheeled then and
rode away at a furious gallop, before
Murthy could do more than open hot
grlra Hps for reply.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
NEITHER PENCIL NOR PEN
Writing Implement, Made of Mixture
of Wax and Ground Pumice
Stone, Recent Invention.
A writing Implement composed of n
mixture of wax and finely ground pu
mice stone containing particles of Ink
has been Invented by William C. Geer
of Akron, O., to take the place of ordinary-and
fountain pens, pencils, cray
ons and all other writing Implements,
Ray the Popular Science Monthly. As
the body of the new writing device Is
composed of a mixture of wax and
pumice stone, which Is easily worn
away when rubbed against n paper
surface, the inventor claims that the
cells of ink Intermixed with the wnx
and pumice stone will also be liber
ated, giving a uniform supply of Ink.
The device Is made by mixing the
wax. pumice stone nnd Ink together.
When It is heated to the proper tem
perature it is suddenly immersed In
cold water. This chills and solidifies
the wax mixture, producing a body
having a cellulnr structure, each cell
being filled with Ink.
Boa Constrictor May Be Trained.
There are several varieties of boa
constrictors, the best known being th
Glboln or land boa constrictor.
This Is the smaller, nnd least vicious
of the tribe. It is hnrmless and will
not attack unless attacked, writes a
correspondent. In fact, if - caught
young It may be tamed, and the nn
tlves of the Amazon valley frequentlj
keep them around their houses Instead
of house cats, as they keep the place
clear of rats, mice and other vermin,
and even of larger marauding animals
You can buy these snakes In the mar
kets of Para, Manaos nnd other North
Brazilian ports, where they are offered
for sale in boxes, like chickens or rab
bits and the owner will haul them out
and demonstrate them to you.
The water boa constrictor Is th
largest known snake in existence,
growing to the length of thirty to forty
feet ond the thickness of a mnn's uppei
Light and Thought.
Not nil thought Is traveling. Th
supposition that when one thinks of
the moon one's thought travels to the
moon Is a mistake, for the thought ia
formed In the mind and remains there.
The time taken to "think of anything,"
declares a writer, "occupies some
small fraction of a second. Light
"trnvels" at the rate of about iSO.OOC
miles a second, and If It is thought
which travels In what Is called tele
pathy It would have to travel nt the
same speed because ether, the medium
which transmits light, would also
transmit the brain vlbnHlons that ac
company thought. The telepathic the
ory of "thought which travels" has
been objected to on the ground thai
after traveling considerable distances,
such os are -sometimes claimed fci
telepathic communication, the brain
vibrations would be so diffused unij
weakened ns to make no impression.
Ship of the Desert.
Becnuse of Its peculiar swaying mo
tion In walking, the camel hns been
culled the "ship of the desert." This
title may also have some reference to
the extreme stupidity and passivity ol
the animal, says Popular Science
Monthly, which submit!) to great
loads, which It will often carry foi
days at a time without stepping for
food or drink, with no more urging
than a ship would require from tho
hands of Its pilot.
The manner In which tho drivers
hobble the camels when they stop for
a rest Is interesting. They do not de
pend upon stakes driven In the deep
yielding sand, but simply double back
and tie one end of the forelef.i of the
animal, so that it can He down or rise
up, but ennnot move from the spot
Brltton I understand that Brown U
sore at the government. Old they
raise his taxes?
Evans No, he had triplet out at
his house and he wanted the govern
uient to revise the ceusu.
Language of the United States Is
Urged for All.
Suggestion It Offered That All of the
Earth's People Learn to
Tim next thing that must be done In
the wuy of world elllclency Is to get
rid of u lot of languages that ore float
ing around to the restraint of trude.
It will be the most difficult feat of
ull, but It must be done, Just the same.
This thing of every bunch of people
across u river or over u mountain
speaking a different languuge from
their near neighbors Is the biggest
handicap the world has to contend
with today, asserts u writer In the Los
Angeles Times Magazine.
Moreover, this surplus of lunguages
Is the one thing, uhove ull others, that
has caused misunderstandings, wars,
strategies, spoils, hell-rulslm,, and
The biggest bar against the friendly
relations of one people with another
has been the difference In their mode
of human speech. It started with the
building of the Tower of Babel when
the Lord confused the people on pur
pose because of their wickedness, nnd
he took the best way possible to ac
complish the result of the divine will.
But, now that God's people have been
making a fairly good stab at getting
right with him again all of us, and
our fathers before us for centuries It
Is reasonable to suppose thut God will
let us ditch that Tower of Babel stuff
If we make a real good honest try at It.
America Itself the melting pot of
nations Is a striking proof thut the
thing can be done. Here have they
come from every land and all the seven
sens, the children of all races, speak
ing every tongue known to man, and
before they know It they are nil speak
ing good United States.
Then, why not start n serious move
ment to get the whole world, here ond
elsewhere, speaking United States or
English, If that's a better way to say
It won't be easy, but It certainly can
be done. And when it Is done, this will
be n happier, a more peaceful, und a
more prosperous earth on which to
We recommend English that Is to
say, the way we speak It here In Amer
ica as the universal language, becuuse
It Is, without doubt, the best language
of all, if only for the reason thut It Is
made up of almost all the others.
In French, Russian, German, Span
ish, Italian, and all foreign tongues It
usually requires 17 words or more to
say what we say in one. The Welsh,
for Instance, have n word with 10 let
ters in It that we con put In four let
ters. These other folks fog up their
larynges and wear out their nasal pas
sages saying things what we say better
with a mere breath and a touch of the
tongue against the teeth.
Unless you were born to it, or unless
they caught you very young, you might
as well try to learn to be a circus
tumbler as to learn French or German
and earn a living In the bargain. The
thing will take up all your time while
the potatoes go to pot and the cobwebs
grow across the store door. And, in
the end, you will find that you haven't
learned these lines of talk, anyway.
The thing to do Is to make yourself
as nearly a master of English as pos
sible, and then force the other fellows
to speak our language for their own
Great Zoological Parks.
The zoological pnrk of New York
was established in 1800, nnd that of
Chicago in 1808; but of the 83 cities
of the United States reporting animal
collections In 1916 only ten had be
gun -such collections In 1890. One of
the largest and most Interesting gar
dens is that of the New York Zoologi
cal society, which Is a private cor
poration occupying about 155 acres of
city-owned land in the Bronx gardens
nnd Battery park. Of a total of 9.S88
living creatures, of 1,381 different spe
cies, shown in the exhibits of this so
ciety on December 31, 1915, the mam
mals embraced 213 species; birds,
813 f reptiles, 180; fishes, 140; am
phibia, 14; and invertebrates, 21. The
National Zoological park In Washing
ton, under the direction of the Smith
sonian institution, hns a site of 100
acres. June 30, 1915, the park contain
ed 629 mammals of 151 different spe
cies, 096 birds of 185 species, and 72
reptiles of 22 species, making a total
of 1,397 living creatures.
Pay Shoeworkers More.
The female machine operators em
ployed In the Birmingham and Walsall
leather trades have been awarded ad
vances in wnges as from last October.
Female mnchlne operators fifteen
years of age and over are to receive
10 per cent bonus on their actual earn
ings. The minimum rate for those of
eighteen years and over, who huve
been engaged as machine operators for
more than one year, Is to be 13 cents
an hour for hot-wax machines, and 11
cents for dry-thread machines. The
time rate for female operutors between
the ages of fifteen and eighteen Is to
remain as at present, provided that
after being engaged on machines for
one year the time rate shall not be
less than eight cents per hour. Time
and a half has been settled as the
Paper clothing has long been known,
sometimes for Its cusssedness, but re
cently there was discovered a method
of waterproofing cloth made from
wood pulp which greatly increases the
life of the garment. Some paper cloth
Is brittle, but there is one variety
known to the Japanese which will
withstand 37,500 foldings without
Switzerland's Live Stock Prices.
The price of oxen bought at a re
cent sale ranged from $440 to $480
the pair; bulls were sold for $160 to
$180 each; cows, $240 to $280 each;
young cows, $160 to $200 each; goats,
$12 to $16 each; small porks. $12 to
$16 each; medium-sized porks, $40 to
$00 the pair; fat porks, 32 cents per
pound ; sheep, $12 to 16 each.
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PAID BACK SCULPTOR'S KISS
How Madame Severine Restored to
August Rodin Caress He Had
Purloined From Her.
The Parisian papers continue tn
. publish episodes In the life of the great
sculptor, Auguste Bodln. Two years
ago Rodin met Madame Severine, fu
mous ns tin eloquent speaker, of
a-hom in former times he hud made u
"Severine," he said, "I have heard
7ou speak many times, and you have
always delighted me. You are the
angel of eloquence. When I die I
wish you, In the name of women, to
pronounce some words at my tomb."
The other day, on the slope of Val
Fleury, after a number had spoken
over the coffin that held the body of
"The Thinker," Madame Severine ful
filled the desire of the master.
When she had completed her ad
dress she took n rose, kissed It and
laid It on the burial place.
She then went back Into the crowd.
Some one asked what sentiment had
inspired this last act.
And then she related this to two ot
three friends who were near her:
Twenty-five years ago Bodin In
vited her to pose In his atelier. He
began the bust of Severine. She was
an artist and restrained tho ardor of
his advances. At the first seance ha
was respectful. At the second he was
less so. At the third he ceased to be
so. Severine left and never came back.
The bust remained unfinished.
In time he was pardoned and nfrtrr
twenty-five years, In placing on his
grave this rose that had blossomed
on her lips, she came to return to the
sculptor the kiss that she had re
ceived from htm.
The Italian Corn Crop.
According to the Statistica Agraria
for September, the yield of maize in
all Italy for 1917 is estimated at about
2,534,600 tons of 2,000 pounds each,
as compared with 2,282,023 tons In
1916 and a seven-year average (1909
1915) of 2,914,459 tons, according to
In Tuscany and Emilia the esti
mated yield of "grnnturco Mnggengo"
(a variety cultivated throughout Italy,
and which forms 95 per cent of the
total crop), Is 327,955 short tons, as
compared with 235,277 tons In 1910
nnd un eight-year average of 403,603
tons. Some 8,000 more acres were cuT
tlvnted than in 1916.
Italian importations before the war
averaged 450,000 tons per year, so
that the shortage, as compared with
the normal consumption, Is about
S30.000 short tons.
Man claims to be woman's intellec
tual superior, yet the records show
few woman bigamists.
Antofagasta, Chile, will spend $6,
000.000 to improve port facilities,
Try a cup and
notice the charming
flavor and substan
tial character of this .
Postum is a true
"man's" drink, and
women and children
delight in it
"There' a Reason0
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