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THE MEETING By JULIA A. ROBINSON. '“-©pyrigiu. IMiU.. t;y tnc McCiur« »*.«•. paper Byn ( iicuio.) Her soldier boy wns coining hoim e»d Nlta dreodod ihe meeting. O r tourse she would have to see him and lie would find out her deception. VVh: ■ would he think of her? How could she hear thut he "should look at iter It had nil begun tit the girls' I let Cross meeting. “Let’s pin our nntne arid addresses on the Inside of thos« cocks we are knitting,” suggested M:i\ Bond. “Perhaps the soldiers who gvi them will write to us." “Good!” cried the other girls “Wouldn’t It be fun to get a letter from a soldier?” Each girl as site finished fl'pnlr of socks pinned her name on the iinddt mnd they were sent out. After a time letters begun to arrive from the boys •t the front, telling of war experl cnees and of army life. The girls rend them aloud with many comments un<! much Interest. Nlta, in a spirit of fun. had pretend ed in her letter that she was some- maiden aunt, and wrote in a motherly strain. She had hardly ex pected her soldier to write more than once, hut he did. ller letters were filled with good advice and suggestion*- for his health and comfort, and in seemed, to like them. “There won’t be any romance for me out of these letters/’ Nlta laughed “Ho thinks I’m an old maid. I don’t Ml eve he’ll want to see me when he comes home, and I’m sure I wouldn't want him to. I wonder if lie wishes I were a girl,” she added to herself. “I’m glad he doesn’t know.” Now the war/ was over and the b<V s were coining home. Nita’s soldier hud written that he should be among the first to return. He wap longing to we her, to tell her how much good her letters, htV advice find her wise coun sel laid done him. He knew she had u kind, motherly heart and sympa thetic eyes—were they blue? —a dear mouth that smiled and helpful hands. He had so much enjoyed the socks and sweaters she had sent. They were Just what his mother would have sent him had she been living. He was reullv longing tr> see her. Wns her hair done In white puffs over her forehead? lie loved to think of It so. He lived in Norton, not very many miles from her mvn home, and he should come to see her often. He hoped she would «ill lie glad to “mother him” and to admonish him if he needed it. Nita was frightened when she read that letter. She could not escape meeting him. for he had her What would he think of her? If she could only run away and hide I And jet want to see him. She had learned to like her soldier hoy. She had pictured him in her ralmj, and she wanted—oh. how much she wanted to we him—if only she could herself be invisible. She ulmnst wished now thut *ho had not played her foolish Joke. He would despise her for her deceit and think her very silly. With a beating heart Nita watched the returning regiment march through the streets. Which one was her sol dier boy? He was with them, she knew. They were so straight, with I strong, brave faces, and the happy 1 fight of victory in their eyes. She was proud of them uII and cheered with the rest. When the doorbell rung N!tu stepped lightly to answer •t. quite unsuspect ing. She had noi thought that he would come to see her so soon. There were others to greet him—yet there he stood. Si * knew him aj the first glance and wanted to hide. What could she *h.v? llow explain? She stared and mid nothing. He put out his hand with n boyish •mile and a twinkle in his eye.. "Is this Mis- Spence?” he asked. 'T; i- I’m—Nlta Spence— ’’ came the timb answer. Perhaps he would think the one who wrote the letters was her aunt. I he would only go away. “My nu. ’en aunt, my mentor,” he laughed merrily. “You look Just us I ' imagined you would.” She gasped, “But-—why—bow could jou—" “Don’t you suppose I saw through your little game?" Ills smile was bright and assuming. Do you think any maiden aunt could write such let ters as you have been writing to me? Fve had your Image befftro mo all the Time, and I’ve learned to worship U. 1 knew your eyes were full of laugh ter. that your hair was soft and huffy, that your lips smiled with the tiniest dimples. I could Just see ttie mischief lurking in the comer of your eye as you wrote those letters. Oh, how you’ve helped to cheer those long, toilsome months. How thv* thought of you lias given me help and courage, for I knew you were a brave girl, doing your part at home.” They were sitting/ very close to gether in the cosy sitting room. Nita’s heart throbbed, and yet she tried to draw her hand away fropi him. “Oli.” site faltered, “what must you fnlnk of ine?” “I think you are the dearest girl in all the world,” he told her; drawing her hands from her burning face. “I need mothering ami advice and all that sort of tlfing now more than ever be fore. I’ve come to ask you to take the Job for life—will you do It?” He was gazing at her .with earnest eyes, full of love. She looked up at him, trembling, yet with mischief in her eyes as she an swered, "Yes, if you think you can stand a maiden aunt'a scolding.” And fca was quite satisfied. HAVE STOOD TEST OF TIME Quotations With Which All Are Fa miliar Acquire Popularity Only Becauae of Their Merits. The quotation worthy of the high title of “familiar’’ must have stood the test of time and passed unhurt through the shifting tastes and fush ions of centuries. In its lofty or In Its humble way It must show that, like Shakespeare, it “was not* for an age, hut for ail time.” I used the word “humble” because the rhymes of child hood, of the nursery, fulfill the re quirement of age In a quotation worthy to be called familiar. Their intrinsic, their abstract merits may appear slight, they may even seem 10 be sheer nonsense, but they are passed on by mothers and nurses and by the | children themselves from generation i to generation. We may be assured*i that they would not thus have lived j and prospered If they had not pos- ! sessed some quality, however slender, | of genuine worth, of real humor or i imagination, which gave them per-! mnnence. Then there are the popular sayings, I the folk tales and ballads and the songs of the people* with an ancestry lost in the mists of antiquity, which, stored in human memory and kept alive only by human lips, have come down across the centuries with their endless variants until at last they ; have been gathered up by the collector and the antiquarian and made safe from oblivion by print and paper. These tales and ballads are often rude in form and expression, but no curious inquiry is needed to explain their long ; life and lasting familiarity. In (hem you find wit and wisdom, sparks struck from the hard flints of experi ence by men and women struggling unknown through what we call life. — Henry Cabot Lodge in Scribner’s. FORTUNATE IS HOMELY MAN' If Unduly Attractive, the Unhappy Male Seems Doomed to Misfor- i tune All His Life. I have no objection whatsoever to children being beautiful, or to young girls beihg beautiful, or to a woman of whatever age being beautiful. But I do insist that for a man not to be homely is his misfortune, Irvin S. Cobb writes in American Magazine. ! The handsome! male starts with a handicap at the very cradle. Women of all ages insist on cooing over him and talking baby talk to him and chucking him under the chin and kissing him—especially kissing him— and since he is not of an age to ap preciate these attentions the whole procedure must annoy him fearfully. Should Ills beauty last into his boy hood the chances are that he lias the sort of mother who will make him wear his hair long and force him to go about publicly In a broad lace collar and a black velvet suit with a sash about his waist, and that means other hoys will call him by offensively apt nicknames and generally make his young life u burden to him. Most woeful of it ull, if still his beauty sticks to him after he has ar rived at man's estate, only a de termined and persistent struggle against the odds of destiny and of cir cumstances can save him from drift ing into the ranks of the matinee ’dols, the moving picture stars and the n rwalkers in the department stores. Concrete Oil Tanks. Storing oil in concrete tanks Is the invention of an Englishman. A tank with a rapacity of about ten gallons was recently made with a chemically treated concrete aggregate, and after being allowed to “weather” for seven days molding wus filled with paraffin oil. Thus filled, it wns placed in a shed, where it remained for 15 weeks; at the end of this period it was care fully examined. With the exception of evaporation, no loss had taken place; there was no sign of leakage, and the ouside walls of the tank were free from the smell of its contents. Upon removal from the spot on which It bad been standing no trace of paraf fin could be detected, nor had the un der side of the tank acquired any smell. This is probably the most se vere test that could be npjhied'to any container. Wonderful Island. White island, 80 miles from New Zealand, is probably the most extraor dinary Island in the world. It con sists of an enormous mass of rock nearly three miles in circumference, rising 900 feet above the sen, igid Is perpetually enveloped In dark clouds, which are visible for almost a hundred miles. The Island Is rich In sulphur, which for some reason has not yet been ade quately utilized. In the Interior Is n lake full fifty acres in extent, tlie wit ter of which lias a temperature of 110 degrees Fahrenheit, nnd is strongly impregnated with neids. Great quan tities of steam escaping front craters on one side of the lake form tin* cloud that continually envelops the place/ Children's Fancies. Children live In n world of fancy. Whatever may he the real nnturc of the things they i>ec those tilings to them are real. Remember,that the child has'had no experience by which to Judge the Importance of practical relations of what they see or Imagine. Even men and women sixty years old misjudge events, misunderstand rela tionships of things, attach nhsurd Im portance to their Imaginings. How must It he with a child who has not been here long enough to teat hta visions by the standards of observa tion and expert enceT— Exchange. j Vm Onj>l» QBRERVKR TOO PRECIOUS TO DIVULGE If Man Ever Really Learns How tt Manage a Wife He Selfishly Keepo It to Himself. It has coine to be almost a tradition that men give udvice, not take it. A pleasant novelty appears in Good Housekeeping in the sliupe of pungent philosophy on the marriage question, written by Dorothy Dix. “De papers is full of- heart-to-heart talks to wives ’bout how to keep young an’ willowy, so as to retain deir hus bands’ affection, but dere uin’t u word in ’em, from kiver to kiver, to men ’bout liow to keep de hair on dnlr balds an’ from gittin’ to look luk beer kegs on skids in order ttf preserve deii wives’ love. "An’ when n gal is gwine to git mar ried, her mu, an’ her married sisters, an’ her cousins, an' her aunts takes her off to one side an’ des fills her up wid useful hints ’bout gittin’ off on de right foot, and’ strikin’ her husban’ for his pay envelop befo* he gits well enough acquainted wid her to dast to refuse her, an’ drawlu’ de line at mo’ dan one evenin' out a week, an’ de odder mat ters dut helps a woman be de fust finger in her house. “But you never heah of a father, nor a brother, nor a friend whut’s passed through de tribulations of matrimony bangin’ up any red lanterns as danger signuls for any odder man dat’s about to start oil de matermoniul ’scursion. Nawm, ef a man ever finds out how to manage a wife he keeps de snap U; hisseif an’ leaves ev’y odder man to work out his own salvation de best he can.” GROW, FAR ABOVE SEA LEVEL Cedars Flourish in Full Vigor at Alti tudes Surpassing Height of Most Mountain Peaks. Eleven thousand one hundred feet al titude above sea level Is some distance above the clouds for the habitat of a species of a great tree which attains a circumference of 10 and even 18 feet. The tree is the western mountain ce dar, and it is found growing in full vigor ut elevations of from 8,000 to over 11,000 feet in the southern portion of the Sierra Nevada and where this huge mountain chain merges over into the Sierra Madre, running down into Mexico. In most of the mountain re gions of the United States 11,000 f<*et is at or above timber line, but in these southern Sierras are many genial high valleys and pockets where huge trees are found at altitudes which surpass the height of most mountain peaks. The snow covers the peaks and slopes for a great portion of the year, but with the earliest melting the trees start growing and In the case of the mountain cedars make an even greater annual growth than many of the low land trees where the want of water compels a short growing season. These huge mountain cedars are close cous ins to the great cedars of Lebanon from the timbers of which the temple at Jerusalem was built. The American cedars, however, are more upright In growth thun the cedars of the Old World. Educational Problems in India. The Girls’ school at Katrn. Allaha bad, can accommodate hut few Hindu girls in the hoarding department be cause of the difficulty of caste. One Brahman girl was very anxious CAPITAL $50,000 SURPLU6 $29,000 / TOTAL RESOURCES $520,00C .. t h e ... First National Bank CENTRAL CITY, COLORADO. BUSINEBS FOUNDED IN 1882. ORGANIZED AS A NATIONAL BANK JANUARY 1»t, 1874. One of the oldest banks in Colorado, it has for fifty-four years striven to furnish the public with every facility consistent with conservative banking practice. Of fie and Directors; J. C. JENKINS, President J. C. MeSHANE, Vice-President H. H. LAKE, Cashier W. O.MEJNKINS, Assistant Cashier WILLIAM MARTIN Choicest of Groceries Nuts Figs Dates % - Candy Oranges G: ape Fruit Pop Conr Pickles Olives Fajicy Cakes The New Sauer-McShane Merc. Co. to enter the'sdhbbl had to he refused because she could not do her own cooking and take th'e full course, and she could not because of caste regu lations eat at the clubs with the Chris tian girls. A woman was found who would cook for her, but this woman refused to wash the dishes, because to do so would make her ceremonially unclean. A second woman said she would wash the dishes, but she couldn’.t cook for the Brahman girl because she was of such a low caste that the girl would not eat her cooking. -As it was impossible to take in two extra wom en besides the girl she had to be re fused. —The Continent. The "Evil Eye.” The evil eye was the power sup posed to be possessed by certain envi ous persons to brink woe and misfor tune upon the prosperous and happy by means of a malevolent glance. It was a belief that spread itself pretty well over a place even in minds of the highest caliber. It is odd that Bacon, who coqceived and explained a new system of philosophy, could seriously consider a piece of nonsense like that of the evil eye, yet he emerges a mo ment from the charmed realm of knowledge to say:' ‘(Envy, which Is called an evil eye, seems to emit softie malignant and poisonous spirits that take hold of the spirits of another; and is said likewise to be of greatest forde when the cast of the eye is ob lique.’’ Fishing for Dyes. It is not generally known that there exists in the Mexican gulf a half brother to the cuttlefish of the Indian ocean, from which formerly the world’s supply of India ink wns ob tained. The Indian cuttle, when pursued by sharks or other birds of prey, exudes a black, pastelike substance* which dis colors the water In Its wake, blinding its pursuer, and, screening itself from view, makes its escape. This ex mien ce gradually comes to the surface In a foam and is eagerly gathered by the natives, who knead it, dry It, press it into cakes, ready for the market—al ways commanding a good price. Draughtsmen have for two or three centuries used India ink because of Its deep copy and indelibility. The United States used 306.000.000 barrels of oil last year. And just think what a large proportion of that was saved by not driving your car on Sunday! The trouble seems to lie In the fact that conditions which are Ideal for raising wheat seem to be just as ideal for doing the same thing to the price of bread. Now, were the Salvation Army to make those famous doughnuts avail able for civilians, it would stand « good chance of enlisting all the church members! King Alfonso announces that he will make a tour of the South American republics, and may have in mind pick ing out a nice place to which he could go some day in a hurry. A mansion on Fifth avenue. New York, is being torn down to he sup planted by a $2,000,000 tweive-apnrt uient building, thus making a dozen millionaire families grow where one •grew before. The Observer. —$2.00 per year. THE CAPTAIN By MARGARET L. AHERN. (Copyright, ID 19, by the McClure News paper Synaicat*.) Captain Wright carefully rend the two Invitations before him. One, on heavy white llden paper, with a gold monogram, requested the pleasure of his company at dinner the following Sunday evening. The captain laid the note on his desk and gazed out of the barracks window with a slightly con temptuous smile which might have been interpreted in plain English as follows: “Aur/t Alicia and Uncle Dan are all right, but they’d give me a ’steen course dinner of fancy stuff that wouldn’t satisfy their strenuous nephew. And then there’d he Mil dred Gorham Brooks for my dinner partner —with Mrs. Brooks and Aunt Alicia beaming on us when they thought we weren’t looking. And after dinner I’d have to listen to Mildred’s simpering chatter fftr two hours—or maybe she’d sing. I’d rather stay in chrnp over # the week-end.” The other Invitation was a simply worded note asking that “some lone some hoy, who is faraway from home” come to dinner with Mrs. Jones on Sunday at one o’clock/The letter went t>n to explain that Mrs. Jones’ son. William, was a corporal in the cap tain’s company, bi\t that all of his Im mediate friends in the company were from nearby homes. As the captain laid that note aside there was a twinkle In his eye that meant: “Being twenty-eight, 1 may not qual ify as a boy, but I’m lonesome. And Judging from the boxes that Corporal Jones gets so often the pies ‘that mother used to make’ can be found In his home.” So it happened that the next Sunday, Corp. William Jones received a great surprise. He had been sitting at the parlor window, comfortably ensconced in a morris chair, with his feet on an other chair, and smoking, while he read the Sunday paper. Such privi leges and ease were not allowed him In pre-war times, and William was making the most of the respect his family accorded his uniform. From the kiXchen appetizing o tiers drifted in to complete his satisfaction. Occa sionally he glanced out of the window to look for Unexpected guest. “Hope he’s a decent sort of a fellow,” he muttered to himself. Then his peace of mind was rudely disturbed. A gray touring car drew up at his door, with Captain Bright driving it. Before Bill’s startled gaze his superior officer methodically shut off the engine and locked the car, and then, climbing out, covered the radia tor with a heavy robe. Bill Jumped up. littering the floor with the papers, and began to fumble in his pockets. “Goodness, where’s my pass?” he spluttered. “Ajid what on earth have I done now?” He was still searching for his pass when the captain was ushered in by Mrs. Jones. She was n stout, motherly woman, and two silver bars on a khaki shoulder mennt nothing to her until she saw her William standing stiffly at attention. Captain Wright snapped a salute in return, and then laughingly shook''hands with the discomfited cor poral. “No more ceremony today, Jones.” His frank smile put Bill at ease. "I’m just a lonesome fellow with no place to go. And a mighty hungry one at that.” He sniffed appreciatively. "I don’t often have home-made apple pie.” Mrs. Jones beamed at this remark and the wtty captain went on to further win her heart by telling her how lonely it was up In that big camp, with no folks to visit one and send delicacies such as the fortunate Bill received. Meanwhile, Bill, from whom all nwe had departed at the signs of human nature displayed by his erstwhile com manding officer, had retired to the kitchen and brought his unsuspecting sister, Peggy, out to be introduced to their guest. As the captain told her long afterwards, “in a ruffly apron, covered with pink rosebuds, she looked like an angel ready to serve ambro sia.” Needless to say, the dinner party was a great success, particularly the apple pie. After dinner the captain voluntarily assigned himself to K. P. duty, and became initiated into the mysteries of dish wiping. It is doubt ful If he would have been interested in manipulating a dish towel If Peggy had not been his partner lrNthe K. P. work. Afterward, he Inalsted on taking theiifc all for a long ride into the coun try. Peggy, of course, sat In the front seat with the driver, while Mrs. Jones, Bill and Bill’s girl, were In bnck. The captain’s Invitation had been : for dinner only, but It was after ten o’clock that night when he and Bill re turned to camp. A sleepy orderly stared In open-mouthed amazement ns his captain and Corporal Jones con versed In familiar tones about “driving home together next Sunday,” and then shook hands cordially at parting. Tomorrow. It Is said 'hat tomorrow never copies, being Invariably separated from today by anything from a full 24 hours down to a fraction of s second, and then In a wink suddenly springing upon us, but at the same time chang ing Into today, tier. Is an Interesting thing about tomorrow: “Yesterday to day was tomorrow; and tomorrow to day will be yesterday." This will be understood more readily by placing a comma after the Brat yesterday and -a after the second tomorrow. BELL RULER IN REAL GRAUSTARK American General Is Only Con stituted Authority in Luxemburg. UKE BIT OF FAIRY TALE Yankee Division Living Amid Kaleido scope of International Spies, Revolutionists, Conspirators and Beautiful Princesses. By CAPT. ROBERT J. CASEY, In the Chicago Journal. Gosseldange, Luxemburg. General Bell Is president of Graustark now. His division —to which we have final ly become attached —Is living amid a kaleidoscope of International spies, mysterious men with black* beards, revolutionists, conspirators, counter conspirators and beuutiful princesses. All day long the white highways are filled with dashing couriers. All night long vigilance committees lie"* awake trying to figure out what new-plan of government to start off the next day with. It is certainly a strange situation for a' poor, guileless lot of infantry and artillery. It isn’t officially set down in the rec ords that the general is the last word hereabouts, but no one—even the most ardent revolutionary leader—fails to admit that his Is the only constituted authority. So long ns he continues to sit in state at die kirche the plotters don’t get much of a chance to raise u disturbance. The Storm Breaks. The storm broke In the teapot the day Battery F, 124th field artillery, arrived here after the long march from the MeuseT" We were just turning across the River Alzette when a purple limousine all trimmed with gold and displaying a brace of silver braided admirals in the front sent enme down the Luxem bourg City highway and frightened the guidon’s mule Into hysterics. The bat tery wns called to attention and sa lutes before it was realized that the beautiful Marie Ade laide, grand duchess of Luxemburg and royal princess by her own right, had just pushed. Not knowing anything about local politics we couldn’t guess that something had gone wrong. That night, however, a bulletin was tacked to the door of the schoolhouse annex—now doing service ns a battery kitchen —stating In French and Ger man that Marie Adelaide had abdicated in favor of her sister, Chnrlotte, nnd that if the populace would try to keep calm, the government would try to con tinue doing business at the old stand. The story of*the revolt, when trans lated out of two or three mixed lan guages, is a Grimm’s Fairy Tale sort of thing. The beautiful Adelaide, it • seems, had been something of a popu lar idol in Luxemburg prior to the war. There Is a legend connected with her attitude toward the advancing Prus sians that once wns current and cred ited In all parts of the duchy. Accord ing to this story, the grand duchess wns shocked when the Germans re fused to respect the neutrality of her country. Luxemburg’s army on paper consisted of 250 men nnd actually mus tered some 70 sturdy troopers. The minister of war naturally fig ured that he didn’t have much of a chance in opposing Germany, so the princess undertook moral suasion. She drove out to the border and lay down across the road nnd uttered the sen tence famous for a time throughout the duchy: “You dare not pass.” Duchess Was Misinformed. But, alas for the proper climax of the story, the beautiful Adelaide had been misinformed. They did dare to pass. § A couple of brawny hussars picked the pflncess up, deposited her along side the road nnd executed a neat for ward march. That night the invading generals dined nt the princess’ palace In Colmar-Verg. There is no way of determining what wns the political persuasion of the populnce during the four years that followed. Luxemburg seems to have been favored*at the hands of the Hun —that is, so far br Hun hands ever favored anybody but the Hun. There was little of the conscription of food stuffs nnd farming materials ns prac ticed in Belgium nnd France. Luxem burg wns preserved as n market In which the rich folk of the kaiser’s em pire might purchase the delicacies that war regulation had deprived them of nt home. However gently the wily Hun mny have treated Luxemburg on his first trip Into France, pro-Germnnlsm Is an unpopular vice in this county Just now. Nobody loves n loser. Hence the grand duchess, who had become engaged to a German noble during the war, sud denly found herself ,an object of sus picion. After n parley with some com mlttees another throne wus vacant. We don’t know how long the Princess Charlotte remained In possession, but she stepped down, too, and the affairs of stute passed into the hunds of the revolutionists. This country Is a piece of a fairy tale. It Is called, truthfully enough, “Little Switzerland,” and is peaceful, well kept, clean and simple. Fat fowl and fat babies plry about the cobbled door yards. It’s almost Impossible to Imagine such a country after having been emv* detuned to the battered villages of tbs front for six months aa wo were. *