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THE
GRAFTERS
FRANCIS LYNDE
(Copyright,19M, bj The Bobb»-lUrriU Co.j
CHAPTER XXIV.-CONTINUED.
"I knew you'd make difficulties when
It came to the paying part of it, and
Since I didn't know, myself, I wired
Mr. Ormsby again. Here is what he
Rays," and she untwisted a second tel
egram and read it to him. 'Fee should
Hot be less than five per cent, of bonded
Indebtedness four-flfth in stock at
par one-fifth cash no cure, no pay.'"
"Three million five hundred thou-.
Hand dollars!" gasped Kent.
"It's only nominally that much," she
laughed. "The stock part of it is mere
ly your guaranty of good faith: it is
worth next to nothing now, and it will
be many a long day before it goes to
pas, even If you are successful in sav
ins its life. So your magnificent fee
Bhrl/iks to $700,000, less your expen
ses."
"But heavens and earth! that's aw
ful!" said Kent.
"Not when you consider it as a sur
geon's risk. You happen to be the one
tnan who has the idea, and if it isn't
carried out, the patient is going to die
lo-iaorrow" night, permanently. You
are the specialist in this case, and spe
cialists come high. Now you may go
and attend to the preliminary details,
If you like."
He found his hat and stood up. She
fetood with him: but when he took
tier hand she made him sit down again.
"You have at least three degrees of
fever!" she exclaimed "or is it only
the ?•:,500,000 shock? What have you
fceen doing to yourself?"
"Nothing, I assure you. I haven't
been sleeping very well for a few
jaights. Euf. that is only natural."
"And I said you must have a cool
head! Will you do exactly as I tell
you to?"
"If you don't make it too hard."
"Take the car down-town—don't
!wclk—and after you have made Mr.
Lcring send his message to Boston, you
go straight to Dr. Biddle. Tell him
fcrhat is the matter with you, and that
you need to sleep the clock around."
"But the time!" he protested. "I
shall need every hour between' now
and to-morrow night!"
"One clear-headed hour is worth a
pozen muddled ones. You do as I
Bay."
"I hate drugs," he said, rising again.
"So do I but there is a time for
Everything under the sun. It is a cry
ing necessity that you go into this
fight perfectly fit and with all your
fwits about you. If you don't, some
body—several somebodies—will land
In the penitentiary. Will you mind
pie?"
"Yes," he promised and this time
be got away.
CHAPTER XXV.
ON THE HIGH PLAINS.
Much to Elinor's relief, and quite
as much, perhaps, to Penelope's, Mrs.
Brentwood tired of Breezeland Inn in
Jess than a fortnight and began to
Italic of returning to the capital.
1
Pressed to give a reason for her dis
satisfaction, the younger sister might
Ihave been at a loss to account for
it in words but Elinor's desire to cut
the outing short was based upon pride
«nd militant shame. After many trap
•ettings she had succeeded in making
Jier mother confess that the stay at
Breezeland was at Ormsby's expense
and not all of Mrs. Brentwood's petu
lant justifylngs could' femove the sting.
(f the nettle of obligation.
"There is no reason in the world
Iwhy you should make so much of it:
am your mother, and I ought to
know," was Mrs. Brentwood's dictum.
"You wouldn't have any scruples if
iwe were his guests on the Amphitrite
tor in his country house on Long Is
land."
"That would be different," Elinor
contended. "We are not his guests
bere we are his pensioners."
"Nonsense!" frowned the mother.
•Isn't it beginning to occur to you that
beggars shouldn't be choosers? And,
besides, so far as you are concerned,
you are only anticipating a little."
It was an exceedingly injudicious,
toot to say brutal way of putting it and
jthe blue-gray eyes flashed fire.
"Can't you see that you are daily
making a marriage between us more
and more impossible?" was the bitter
rejoinder. Elinor's metier was cool
composure under fire, but she was not
always able to compass it.
Mrs. Brentwood fanned herself vig
orously. She had been aching to have
It out with this self-willed young wo
man who was playing fast and loose
with attainable millions, and the hour
bad struck.
"WThat made you break it off with
Brookes Ormsby?" she snapped add
ing: "I don't wonder you were
ashamed to tell me about it."
"I did not break it ofE and I was
Hot ashamed." Elinor had regained
ber self-control, and the angry light
In the far-seeing eyes was giving place
to the cool gray blankness which she
Cultivated.
"That is what Brookes told me, but
didn't believe him,, said the mother.
""It's all wrong, anyway, and I more
than half Relieve that David Kent is at
the bottom of it."
Elinor left her chair and went to
(the window, which looked down on
the sanatorium, the ornate parterre,
and the crescent drivewajr. These
family bickerings were very trying to
her, and the longing to escape them
•was .sometimes strong enough to over
ride cool reason and her innate sense
of the fitness of things.
But into the turmoil of thoughts
jhalf indignant, half self-compassion
iate, came reproach and a great wave
Of tenderness filial. She saw, as with
the sudden gift of retrospection, her
mother's long battle with inadequacy,
and how it had aged her saw, too,
that the battle had been fought unsel
fishly, since she knew her mother's
'declaration that she could contentedly
"go back to nothing" was no mere pet
ulant boast. It was for her daughters
that she had grown thin and haggard
and irritable under the persistent re
fuses ol fortune It was for them
that she was sinking the Grlmkta In
dependence in ,. the match-making
mother. .•,. -,.'-..
The tears in Elinor?s eyes were not
altogether of. selfrpity when.she put
her back to the window. Ormsby was
coming up the curved diiveway in his
automobile, and she had seen him but
dimly through the rising mist of emo
tion.
"Have you set your heart upon this
thing, mother?—but I know you have.
And I—I have tried as I could to be
just and reasonable to you and Pene
lope, and to Brookes Ormsby. He la
nobleness itself: it is a shame to give
him the shadow when he so richly de
serves the substance."
She spoke rapidly, almost incoher
ently and the mother-love in the wo
man who was careful and troubled
about the things that perish put the
match-maker to the wall. It was al
most terrifying to see Elinor, the
strong-hearted, the self-contained,
breaking down like other mothers'
daughters. So it was the mother who
held out her arms, and the daughter
ran to go down on her knees at the
chair-side, burying her face in the lap
of comforting.
"There, there, Ellie, child don't
cry. It's terrible to hear you sob like
that," she protested, her own voice
shaking in sympathyy. "I have been
"DAVID KENT?" SAID THE MOTHER.
thinking only of you and your future,
and fearing weakly that you couldn't
bear the hard things. But we'll bear
them together—we three and I'll
never say another word about Brookes
Ormsby and what might have been."
"O mother! you are making it hard
er than ever now," was the tearful re
joinder. "I—there is no reason why
I should be so obstinate. I haven't
even the oneNpoor excuse you are mak
ing for me down deep in your heart"
"David Kent?" said the mother.
The bowed head nodded a wordless
assent.
There was a tap at the door and a
servant was come to say that Mr.
Brookes Ormsby was waiting in his
auto-car. Was Miss Brentwood nearly
ready?
Elinor said, "In a minute," and when
the door closed, she made a confidante
of her mother for the first time since
her childhood days.
"I know what you have suspected
ever since that summer in New
Hampshire, and it is true," she con
fessed. "I do love him—as much as
I dare to without knowing whether he
cares for me. Must I—may I—say yes
to Brookes Ormsby without telling
him the whole truth?"
"Oh, my dear! You couldn't do
that!" was the quick reply.
"You mean that I am not strong
enough? But I am and Mr. Ormsby
is manly enough and generous enough
to meet me half-way. Is there any
other honest thing to do, mother?"
Mrs. Hepzibah shook her head 'de
liberately and determinedly, though
she knew she was shaking the Orms
by millions into the abyss of the un
attainable.
"No it is his just due. But I can't
help being sorry for him, Ellie. What
will you do if he says it doesn't make
any difference?"
The blue-gray eyes were downcast.
"I don't know. Having asked so
much, and accepted so much from him
—it shall be as he says, mother."
The afternoon had been all that a
summer afternoon on the brown high
lands can be, and the powerful tour
ing1 car had swept them from mile to
mile over the dun hills like an earth
skimming dragon whose wing-beat was
the muffled, explosive thud of the
motor.
Through most of the miles Elinor
had given herself up to silent enjoy
ment of the rapture of swift motion,
and Ormsby had respected her mood,
as he always did. But when they
were on the high hills beyond the
mining-camp of Megilp, and he had
thrown the engines out of gear to
brake the car gently down the long in
clines, there was room for speech.
"This is our last spin together on
the high plains, I suppose," he said.
"Your mother has-fixed upon to-mor
row for our return to town, hasn't
she?"
Elinor confirmed it half-absently.
She had been keyed up to face the in
evitable in this drive with Ormsby,
and she was afraid now that he was
going to break her resolution by a
dip into the commonplaces.
"Are you glad or sorry?" he asked.
Her reply was evasive.
"I have enjoyed the thin, c^an air
and the freedom of the wide horizons.
Who could help it?"
"But you have riot been entirely hap
py?"
It was on her iips to say some con
ventional thing about the constant
jarring note in all human happiness,
but she changed it to a simple "No."
"May I try if I can give the reason?"
She made a reluctant little gesture
of assent some such signal of ac
quiescence as Marie Antoinette may
have given the waiting headsman.
"You have been afraid every day
lest I should begin a second time to
piess you for an answer, haven't you?"
She could not thrust and parry with
him. They were past all that
"Yes," she admitted briefly.
"You break my. heart, Elinor/' he
said, alter a long pause. "But,"—
with a sudden tightening of the lips—
"I'm not going to break yours.**^
She understood him, and her eyes
filled quickly with the swift shock
of gratitude.
"If you had made a study of woman
kind through ten lifetimes'instead of
a part of one, you could not know
when and where to strike truer and
deeper," she said and^then softly:
"Why can't you make me love you,
Brookes?"
He took his foot from the brakes
pedal, and for ten seconds the released
car shot down the slope unhindered.
Tlien he checked the speed' and an
swered her.
"A little while ago I would have said
I didn't know but now I do know. It
is because you love David Kent: you
loved him before I had my chance."
She did not deny the principal fact,
but she gave him his opportunity to
set it aside If he could—and would.
"Call it foolish, romantic sentiment,
If you like. Is there no way to shame
me out of It?"
He shook his head slowly.
"You don't mean that?"
"But if I say that I do if I insist
that I am willing to be shamed out of
it."
His smile was that of a brother who
remembers tardily to be loving-kind.
"I shall leave that task for some one
who cares less for you and for your
true happiness than I do, or ever shall.
And it will be a mighty thankless ser
vice that that 'some one' will render
you."
"But I ought to be whipped and sent
to bed," she protested, almost tear
fully. "Do you know what I have done?
—how I have—"
She could not quite put it in words,
even for him, and he helped her gen
erously, as before.
"I know what Kent hasn't done?
which is more to the point. But he
will d'o it fast enough if you will
give him half a chance."
"No," "she said definitively.
"I say yes. One thing, and one
thing only, has kept him from telling
you any time since last autumn: that
is a sort of a finical loyalty to me.
I saw how matters stood when he came
aboard of our train at Gaston—I'm ask
ing you to believe that I didn't know
it before—and I saw then that my only
hope was to make a handfast friend
of him. And I did it."
"I believe you can do anything you
try to do," she said warmly.
This time his smile was a mere
grimace.
"You will have to make one excep
tion, after this and so shall I. And
since it is the first of any consequence
in all my mounting years, it grinds.
,1 can't throw another man out of the
window and take his place."
"If you were anything but what you
are, you would have thrown him out of
the window another way," she re
joined.
''That would have been a dago's
trick not a white man's," he asserted.
"I suppose I might have got in his
way and played the dog in the mange*
generally, and you would have stuck
to your word and married me, but 1
am not looking for that kind of a win*
ning. I don't mind confessing that 1
played my last card when I released
you from our engagement. I said to
myself: If that doesn't break down
the barriers, nothing will."
She looked up quickly.
"You will never know how near it
came to doing it, Brookes."
"But it didn't quite?"
"No, it didn't quite."
The brother-smile came again.
"Let's paste that leaf down and
turn the other the one that has David
Kent's name "written at the top. He
is going to succeed all around, Elinor
and I am going to help him—for his
sake, as well as yours."
"No," she dissented. "He is going
to fail and I am to blame for it."
He looked at her side-wise.
"So you were at the bottom of that,
were you? I thought as much, and
tried to make him admit it, but ho
wouldn't. What was your reason?"
"I gave it to him: I can't give it to
you."
"I guess not,"'he laughed. "I wasn't
born on the right side of the Berk
shire hills to appreciate it. But
really, you mustn't interfere. As I
say, we are going to make something
of David and a little conscience—of
the right old Pilgrim Fathers' brand
goes a long way in politics."
"But you promised me you were not
going to spoil him—only it doesn't
matter you can't."
Ormsby chuckled openly, and when
she-questioned "What?" he said:
"I was just wondering what you
would say if you knew what he is in
to now if you could guess, for in
stance, that his backers have put up
a cool hundred thousand to be used as
he sees fit?"
"Oh!" she exclaimed and there was
dismay and sharp disappointment in
her voice "You don't mean that he is
going to bribe these men?"
"No" he said, relenting. "As a mat
ter of fact, I don't know precisely what
he is doing with the money, but I guess
it is finding its way into legitimate
channels. I'll make him give me wi
itemized expense account for your ben*
efit when it's all over, if you like."
"It would be kinder, to tell me more
about it now," she pleaded.
"No I'll let him have that pleasure,
after the fact—if we can get him par
doned out before you go back east."
She asked no more questions, being
unwilling to tempt him to break con
fidence with Kent. But she was think
ing of all the desperate things a de
termined man with temperamental uh
balancings" might do when the touring
car rolled noiselessly down the final
hill into the single street of Megilp.
There was but one vehicle in the
street at the moment a freighter's
ore-wagon drawn by a team of mules,
meekest and most shambling-prosaic
of their,tribe. The motor-car wai
running on the spent velocity of the
descent, and Ormsby thought to edge
past without stopping. But at the
critical instant the mules gave way to
terror, snatched the heavy wagon in
to the opposite plank walk, and tried
to climb a near-by telephone pole.
Ormsby put his foot on the brake and
something snapped under the car.
"What was .that?" Elinor asked
and Ormsby got down to investigate
"It Is our Drake connection," he an
nounced, after a brief inspection
"And we are five good milea iron
Hudgins and his repair kit"
£To Be Continued^
PECK'S BAb
BOY WITH
THE CIRCUS
By HON. GEORGE, W. PECK
Autho of "Peck's Bad Boy Abroad,'' Etc.
O*r(Copyright
*VJ
by 3. B. Bowles.)
The Bad Boy Feeds Cayenne Pepper to
the Sacred Cow—He and His Pa
Bide in a Circus Parade with the
Circassian Beauties—A Tipsy Ele
phant Lands Them in a Public
I Fountain—Pa Makes the Acquaint
ance of John L.Sullivan.
I am learning more about animals
every day, and when the season is over
I will be an expert animal man. Ani
mals naturally have a language of
their own, and lions understand each
other, and bears can converse with
bears but in a show, all animals seem
to have a common language, so they
understand each other a little.
I found that out when I put a paper
of cayenne pepper into a head of let
tuce and gave it to the sacred cow.
She chewed the lettuce- as peacefully
as could be, and swallowed^ the
cayenne pepper, and then stopped to
think. You could tell by the expres
sion on her face that when the pepper
began to heat her up inside she want
The Elephant Kept Ducking Pa and Swabbing Out the Bottom of the
Fountain.
ed to swear, although she was a sacred
cow. She humped herself, and shiv
ered, and then bellowed like a calf
who has been left in the barn to be
weaned, while its mother goes out to
pasture, and the sacred bull, her,hus
band, he came and put his nose up
to her riose, as much as to say: "What
is the matter, dearie?" and she talked
sacred cattle talk to him for a min
ute, and then the bull turned to me
and chased me out of the tent. Now.
as sure as you live that cow told the
bull that I had given her something
hot. All the animals within hearing
were on to me, and they would.snarl,
and make noises when I came along,
and act as though they wanted to
make me understand that they, knew
I gave that cow a hot box, and they all
wanted to get a chance at me.
They don't like pa any better than
they do me. and the big elephant seems
to have been laying for pa ever since
he run the sharp iron into him,' the
time he got on a tear and tried to run
a town. When the elephants are per
forming in the ring, they all have an
eye on pa, so everybody notices it. I
knew something would happen to pa, so
when the man who plays the sheik,
and rides the elephant in the street
parade, in a howdah, with a canopy
over it, with some female houris in it,
and they called for a volunteer to do
the sheik act, at Steubenville, and pa of
fered, to do the stunt, I went along as
an Egyptian girl, 'cause I knew there
would be something doing.
The elephant eyed pa when he got
up into the bungalow on top of him:
With the Circassian women and me,
and winked at the other elephants, as
much as to say: '"Watch my smoked
As he went out from the lot, on
the way downtown, ahead of: the
bunch, all the other animals acted pe
culiar, and seemed to say: "He will
get his before we get through this
parade."
The big elephant is one of the best
ring performers, but he has always
been steady in the street parade, with
the light of Asia on his back. We got
to the edge of town and stopped to let
the rear wagons close up, and were in
front of a saloon, where the bartender
had been emptying stale beer out of
the bottoms of kegs into a washtub,
which was standing on the sidewalk,
ready to be sold to people who buy it
in pails.
Well, sir, that confounded elephant
got his trunk in that tub of stale beer,
and he never took it out till the beer
John L. Slatted Pa Just as Though He Was a Child.
jv/as all" gone. I looked down from the
pagoda and told pa the elephant was
drinking again, and had drank a wash
tub of beer, but pa couldn't say any
thing, 'cause he was doing the Arab
sheik act, and had to look dignified, as
though he was praying to Allah.
But just then the band struck up,
and we started down the main street
of Steubenville. The people began
to cheer, 'cause our elephant began to
hippity-hop, and waltz sideways
across the street and back again, and
I thought pa would die. In the parade
one man on a horte attends to the ele
phants, so the sheiks don't have any
thing to say, and pa remained like a
statue, and told me and the Circassian
beauties to be calm, and trust in him
and Allah. This Allah business was
all right when the elephant waltzed,
but when we got to the next block the
beast began to stand on his hind feet,
and pa and the houris rolled to the
back end of the howdah, and were all
piled in a heap, while I held on to the
cloth of gold over the elephant's head.
Pa yelled to the people on horseback
to kill the elephant, and the crowd
cheered, thinking it was the best per
formance they ever saw in a free street
parade, and the animals in the cages
behind were yapping as though they
knew what was going on. The ele
phant got down on to all fours, and
we straightened up in the pagoda, and
for a block or so the beast only waltzed
around. As we got to some sort of
a public square, where there were
thousands of people, the stale beer
seemed to be getting in its work, for
the elephant looked at the people, as
much as to say: "Now I will show you
something not down on the bills," and,
by ginger, if he didn't raise up his
hind quarters and stand on his front
feet, right by the side of a big foun
tain, am? he reached in his trunk for
a drink, when all of us on the pagoda,
clung to pa, and we all slid right off
into the big basin of water. The
fountain played on us, and pa was
under water, with the four Circassian
beauties, and when we rolled or slid
down over the elephant's head, he
looked at us and seemed to chuckle:
"What you getting off here for, the
show ain't half out."
Well, the parade went on and left
the elephant and the rest of us at the
fountain, and to show that animals
understand each other, and can appre
ciate a joke, every animal that passed
us gave us the laugh, even the hippo
potamus, which opened his mouth as
big as a tunnel, and showed his teeth,
and acted as though he would like to
exchange tanks with us.
The circus people that could be
spared from the wagons came to help
us, and the citizens helped out the
Circassian beauties who were praying
to Allah, and wringing out their
clothes, and I crawled up on the neck
of a cast-iron swan in the fountain.
Pa yelled and talked profane, and told
'em to bring a cannon and kill the ele
phant, which kept ducking him with
his trunk, and swabbing out the bot
tom of the fountain basin with pa. It
seemed as though he never would get
through using pa for a mop, but finally
the people got a rope around pa, and a
keeper got an iron hook in the elev
phant's ear, and they pulled p^a out
on one side, and got the elephant away
on the other side, and just then the
calliope, that ends the parade, came
by us and played the "Blue Danube,"
and the elephant got on his hind feet
and waltzed on the pavement* They
put pa and the Circassian beauties in a
patrol wagon and took them to the
show lot, and I sat by the driver, and
he let me drive the team.
Pa had his sheik clothes rolled up
around his waist, and was wringing
them out, and talking awful sassy, and
when we got to the lot it took a long
time to convince the policemen that
we were not guilty of disorderly con
duct, and just then the elephant came
tearing by us, with the keeper on
horseback behind him, prodding him in
the ham every jump with a sharp iron,
and he went through the side of the
tent as though he was mighty sorry he
didn't kill us all.
They made him get down on his
knees and bellow in token of surren-
der, and then we all went ana changed
our clothes for the afternoon perform
ance. As we passed through the
menagerie tent, dripping, every animal
set up a^ yell as much as to say:
"There, maybe you "will give cayenne
pepper to a pious sacred cow again,
confound you," and that convinces me
that animals are human.
The last week has been the hardest
on pa of any week since we have been
out with the circus^ The trouble with
pa is that he wants to be "Johnny on
the spot," as the boys say, and if any
thing breaks he volunteers to go to
work and fix it, and if anybody is sick
or disabled, he wants to take their
place, as he says so he will learn
everything about .the circus, and be
competent to run a show alone next
yecr.
But it was a mean trick the principal
owner of the show played on pa at
Canton, O. You see John L. Sullivan
used to do a boxing act with this
show, years ago, and everybody likes
John, and when he shows up where the
show gives a performance he has the
freedom of the whole.place, and every
body about the show is ready to fall
over themselves to do John L. a serv
ice.
Well, Sullivan showed up at Canton,
and he went everywhere, all the fore
noon, and met all the old timers, and
at the afternoon performance he was
awfully jolly.
John was standing beside the ring
when the Japanese jugglers were jug
gling, and he leaned against a pole.
Pa came in from the menagerie tent,
and he didn't know Sull'van, and when
he saw Sullivan holding the pole up,
pa said to the boss proprietor that the
fat man who was interfering with the
show ought to be called down, or put
out.
The boss said to pa: "You go take
him by the ear and put him out," and
pa, who is as brave as a lion, started
for Sullivan, and the boss winked at
the other circus men, and pa went up
to Sullivan and took hold of John's
neck with both hands, and said:
"Come on out of here."
Well, sir, we ought to have moving
pictures of what followed. Sullivan
turned on pa, and growled just like a
lion. Then he took pa around the
waist and held him up under his arm,
and picked up a piece of board and
slatted pa just as though pa was a
child, and the audience just yelled, and
pa called to the circus men for help,
but they just laughed.
Pa got a chance at "the fat man and
he hit him in the jaw, but it did not
hurt Sullivan, only made him mad.
He took pa up by the collar and
whirled him around until pa was diz
zy, and then he started with him for
the menagerie tent, and called to the
boss canvasman: "Bill, come on and
tell me which is the hungriest lion,
and I will feed him with this cold
meat."
Pa yelled 'cause he thought he was
in the hands of an escaped lunatic, and
the circus hands came and took him
away. Then the owner told pa who
Sullivan was. and pa almost fainted.
But finally, after breathing hard for
awhile, pa went up to Sullivan and
shook his hand, and said: "Mr. Sul
livan, you must excuse me. If I had
known you were the great John L., I
would not have licked you." Sullivan
looked at pa and said: "Well, you are
a wonder, old man, and you did do
me up,"' and pa and Sullivan became
great friends. Since then pa is pretty
chesty, 'cause the circus men point
him out to the jays as the man who
whiifped John L. Sullivan.
Women Guests Objectionable.
As a general rule, the leading hotels
in New York rather discourage lone
women guests. No matter how weJ
recommended they come or how cer
tain the management is of their re
spectability, they always tack about 20
per cent, on the price of apartments
when they are let to women. Wom
en do not patronize the bar they do
not spend much money in the dining
room they are inclined to make their
own coffee for the morning in their
own rooms they tack pictures on ex
pensive wall paper they demand more
service than the men they do not en
tertain in the way that helps the ho
tel to make money they are apt to
keep a pet dog without telling the
proprietor about it in advance. When
they wear waists that button down the
back they want the housekeeper of
the floor to come in and button them
up or down for them. They are al
ways demanding extra service of a
kind which costs the hotel money, but
they are not inclined to pay for it.
Motoring Makes Fat.
Women who are afraid of growing
fat and adding adipose tissue should not
motor much. Nothing increases the
appetite like rushing through fresh
air, while the fact of sitting all day
prevents the taking of ordinary exer
cisie. Pew people walk after they ac
quire a motor. Progression seems too
slow and too tiresome, so that, like hens
shut up in a coop, they only stir to eat.
If it is desired to retain the figure, a
woman should not motor every day, or
at least not all day, and should take care
to indulge in a brisk walk, a ride, or .a
bicycle run as well, in order to exercise
the muscles and keep them stipple and
strong. It is extremely easy togetfatand
shapeless in a very short time, and as
difficult to return to one's normal con
dition of slimness. The average motor
ist is fat and blessed with an admirable
appetite.
Worse Than the Rioters.
The Metz (Mo.) Times evolves this:
Allan Jamison had a trying experi
ence while cutting corn for Rev. M. A.
Wolf in the Osage bottoms the other
day. He was working away when sud
denly something struck him, knocking
him to the ground, where he remained
for some time in an unconscious state.
He finally recovered, au-' although
badly bruised up was able to get home.
The next day he went back to the field
in the hopes of finding out what struck
him and was rewarded. There were
two ears of corn that had fallen from
the stalk he was cutting on. The torn
up condition of the ground indicated
that he had struggled hard to get from
under the big nubbins that held him
down. The above incident was not
reported by Rev. Mr. Wolf, but comes
from a more reliable source—namely.
Allan himself.
larfcneai
ONE-PIECE CORSET COVER.
Pattern No. 5018.—The dainty de
sign for a corset cover shown here is
extremely simple and very shapely. It
is cut in one piece, and a noteworthy
feature is the shaped basque portion
at the waist line which serves to keep
it in place over the hips. The smart
girl now considers it the correct thing
to have her fine underwear made by
hand. This pattern has been espe
cially designed for that purpose, and
will afford pleasant work to pick up
at odd moments. Lawn, linen, or
nainsook with Valenciennes lace for
trimming are all used in the making
of lingerie. The medium size requires
one yard of 36-inch material. Sizes for
32, 34, 36, 38, 40, 42. 44 and 46-inch
bust measure.
This pattern will be sent to you on
receipt of 10 cents. Address all orders
to the Pattern Department of thispaper.
Be sure to give size and number of pat
tern wanted. For convenience, write
your order on the following coupon:
No. 5018.
SIZE ....
NAME
ADDRESS..
YOKE SHIRTWAIST.
Pattern No. 5462.—There is a charm
ing air of individuality and style
about the shirtwaist here shown, that
makes it a very desirable model. The
fronts are tucked in a most becoming
manner, and the yoke laps in double
breasted effect finished by two rows
of buttons. If a plain back is desired,
the yoke may be omitted. The sleeve
is finished by a deep cuft. Pongee was
chosen for the development, but other
materials, such as taffeta, linen,
madras and pique, are recommended.
The medium size will require two and
three-eighths yards of 36-inch mate
rial. Sizes for 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and
42 inches bust measure.
This pattern will be sent to you on
receipt of 10 cents. Address all orders
to the Pattern Department of thispaper.
Be sure to give size and number of pat
tern wanted. For convenience, write
your order on the following coupon:
No. 5468.
SIZE
NAME......
ADDRESS.
Bad for the Bar.
A White Star liner arrived in New
York a few days ago from the Mediter
ranean, bringing 120 cabin passengers,
86 of whom were women. They had the
run of the ship, even invading the smok
ing-room, the result being that for the
first time on record, it is believed, a
trans-Atlantic liner made a voyage
without a card game, not even a hand
at whist. The bar took in only ten dol
lars during the trip, another unprece
dented feature. Ship companies will
hardly encourage this sort of traffic in
the future.
Soldier's Chest.
According to a circular of instruc
tions issued by the war department,
medical officers should reject appli
cants for admission to the volunteer
military companies if there is a dif
ference of less than two inches in their
cbest measure when their lungs are
full of air and when they are empty.
The minimum chest measurement al
lowed is 32 inches. Every healthy boy
ought to be able to expand his chest
more than two inches, whether he in
tends to enlist in the national guard or
not.
The Point of View.
Brown—Smithers used to be always
talking about how he loved the coun
try. He never says anything about it
now.
Down—He's living in tfc3 country
now.—Judge.
FIX UP THE ROADSIDES.
How Farmers in Minnesota Utilize
the Otherwise Waste Land
in Crop Growing.
The law of Minnesota calls for a pub
lic highway four rods wide and it hai
been the general practice to leave th«
full four rods uncultivated. In most
cases this space has been overgrown
with weeds only, that were not even
cut down once a year. In this way
many of the most obnoxious weeds
have filled the adjoining fields and
been spread over the adjoining coun
try by sticking to the wagon wheels
whenever the roads were wet. This
has not been the only trouble—there
were thousands of acres lying idle ev
ery year, because overgrown by weeds.
But Lewis Olsen writes to tne Farm
and Home that a gradual change foi
the better is being worked out by the
rapidly growing tendency among farm
ers to utilize all waste land along the
roadsides by cultivation and growing
grain or grass up to the very road
track actually in daily use. As the law
W
TWO METHODS OF WORKING A
ROADSIDE.
allows the cultivation of all the land
not in actual use for the road,x it has bj
experience been found that roads ar«
improved by having all the land, in
cluding the shallow ditches on tne
sides, plowed and cultivated. The ac
companying sketch shows a public
highway where one side of it was left
without cultivation or care for years
and all is overgrown with coarse weeds,
while on the other side, even the ditch
is carefully plowed and cultivated with
a good stand of wheat, growing upeto
the wheel track. Of course the farmer
could not collect any damages if the
grain thus grown on the right of pub
lic highway should be destroyed, but
there is an unwritten law which all
will respect, that no one will wantomy
destroy any of the grain so grown.
Where this practice is continued for a
number of years, the roadbed will be
gradually raised until it becomes high
and dry and little or no grading is re
quired.
APPLE TREES AND RABBITS
Necessity of Protecting the Young
Trees from the Gnawing of
the Animals.
"When rabbits run in t_e orchard,
Is not safe to let young apple trees go
through the winter without protection,
declares the Farmers' Review. As oth
er food becomes scarce the rabbits are
almost sure to bark the young trees,
especially when there is snow on the
ground. I have seen various preven
tives recommended, and, among them,
rubbing the trees with soap. I tried
this last winter and lost some of my
best trees—not by rabbits, but by the
preventive, soap. It killed the bark
and the trees gradually died during the
summer. The best thing I have tried
as a protection is wrapping the tree
with common newspapers, folded to
three or four thicknesses and tied on
with twine or the ravelings of a tow
sack. Expert hands can make the ap
plication very rapidly and it seems to
be perfectly" successful. If you could
be sure of killing all the rabbits that
would be another good plan.
GRAVEL OR HARD ROADS.
Too Expensive in Some Localities—
Not Necessary If King Drag
Is Used.
Something like a year ago there was
quite an excitement in our county on
the road question. The farmers of
Knox county, Illinois., writes the cor
respondent of the Farmers' Review,
want good roads, but gravel or hard
roads are out of the question. We
have no gravel or rock, and to ship
stone would break up all the small
farmers in the country. Our soil is
such that if the roaas are graded prop
erly we will have good roads nine or
ten months in the year. There are
places in the United States where such
roads- can be built. Even oiled roads
may be built in some places. But in
this part of Illinois the frost goes so
deep that the expense would take the
big end of little farms to pave the
roads it contains. [The use of the King
drag has shown how the difficulties
mentioned may be overcome and a
good road obtained.—Ed.]
A HOT DINNER.
Arrangement for Retaining the Heat
of Food and Drink on the
Coldest Days.
To keep your
Weather, while
n,
S-
weiDs **t*r
dinner hot in cold
working away from
home,..have a box
just?.targe enough
to hold the dinner
box and coffee can.
Make a tight cov
er, put some hay
in the bottom of
box, then a large
hot soapstone. Set
your dinner box
and coffee can on that, pack hay in
the corners and lay two or three thick
nesses of cloth on top. This, declares
Farm and Home, will keep your dinner
warm in the coldest weather.
A WORD TO THE WISE.
Give the nen meat.
A scent (tainted) spoils the face of
a dollar.
Of course the hotbed soil has been
made ready.
New land or sod land should be
plowed at the first opportunity.
The farmer who uses the poorest
part of his place for pasture is likely
Jo lose by it.
You can raise the frame of a calf
without milk, but not the picture of a
good animal.