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SYNOPSIS.
Coofressman Standlsli and the Woman.
bttlsvlng- themselves In love, spend a
trial v.eek as man and wife In a hotel
In northern Now York under assumed
names. The Woman awakens to the tact
that she does not love Blandish and calls
their engagement off. Btandlsh protests
undyln devotion. Wanda Kelly, tele
phone rirl at the Hotel Keswick, Wash
intton. is loved by Tom Blake, son of the
political boss of the house. He proposes
marriage and Is refused. She gives as
one of her reasons her determination to
?et revenge on Jim Blake for ruining her
ather, Congressman Frank E. Kelly.
Congressman Btandish, turned Insurgent,
U fighting the Mulllns bill, a measure In
the Interests of the railroads. The mi
nine Is seeking means to discredit Stand
Mi In the hope of pushing the bill
through. Robertson, son-in-law of Jim
Blake, and the tatter's candidate for
peaker of tho house, tries to win Btand
lsh over, and falling, threatens to dig
Into his post, Jim Blake finds out about
the episode of five years back at the
northern Nvw York hotel. He secures all
the facts except the name of the Woman
and proposes to use the story as a club
to force Stnndlsh.to allow the Mulllns bill
to pass. Tom Blake and his father have a
family row over the father's political the
ories. Jim BUk lays a trap to secure
the name of the Woman. He tells Miss
Kelly that he Is going to have a talk
with BtandlMi, and that at Its conclusion
tht latter will call tip a number on tho
telephone to warn the Woman. He offers
Miss Kelly $100 for that number.
CHAPTER VIII.
The Trap It Sprung.
There was a pause. Neither man
teemed desirous to be first to return
to the attack.. The buzz of the city
crept In from outside. ,The half-stifled
rhythm of the dnln"g-roora orchestra
reached them In snatches.
Standlsh got to bis feet; slowly and
more like a very old maa than one In
bis prime. nut he looked down with
crass stolidity at his tormentor. And
la bis deep tones there was moro of
sorrow than of nervous dread.
"Mr, make,". he said, "there's one
- point I can't quite grasp. Even your
admiration for my worthy qualities
and 'your very kind desire to save me
trouble, can not' wholly explain your
action in telling me. Why are you giv
ing away your hand like this?"
j Blake looked pained.
"Can't a man do a decent thing for
i once," he' grumbled, "without having
his motives picked' apart?"
"I'm afraid not in your case," an
swered Standlsh.
;A11 right," agreed Blake in no whit
-chagrined.- "Iet's -look-at it-from a
business standpoint, then. If you'll de;
cite suddenly to let this Mulllns bill
pass, and If you'll support Mark Rob
ertson for the 'speakership, everything
will be perfectly :smobth "' and har
monious. And Ve won't have to use
these painful jaaeaas"
m SOh, lsee. A bargain t"
'.'film that vnii won't las hv." aM
4 i'VBlike. "A, mighty good one, since It
'eves you, your political skin, Instead
ofjlorcing us toenail it to the barn."
" Despite this 'conndenoe Blake was
vaguely worried. He knew men, as
pianist knows his key-board. And now
subtle Intuition, quite at variance
with all his keen logic, warned him
thatrStandiib ,was. sot-in the least
frightened by the' threat of political
death. Knowing the Insurgent's high
ambitions as be did, Blake could not
account for this absence of terror. So,
feeling his way, he shitted to the oth
er tack.
" "The Woman, too," he added. '"TJilnk
of her!"
He grinned under his sparse mus
tache. For again he ''saw Standlsh'B
hands clench. And he knew he had
truck the one right note.
"Yea," wenton Blake. "Think of the
Woman! She's,' walking blindly, un
suspectingly, right straight .into the
trap we've set for her. It'll be hell
for her. Pure, unadulterated, sky-blue
hell. If she's got a husband orklda
r parents, It'll blacken the whole
world tor them all. Oh, don't make
-; , ;-, - do this thing, mant Think It
' J ' over. Don,'t decide In a rush. "Take
'' fn your time, ' By eleven o'clock ,or so
'- J m havener name., Then It will be
? ' early enough for you to tell me yonr
jSp?rr decision,," You'll And me somewhere
, ' i about the hotel, If I'm not over at the
JLvCitMQ!. Ooodby."
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xie siroiiea on towara me dining
room. ASihe passed Wanda he glanc-
d covertly .at her through his lowered
lids. She was raptly absorbed In the
novel she was reading. " '
Standlsh watched Blake out of
Lht His1; face, now that the mask
was no longer needful, worked almost
.Crotesquely. .And his swarthy skin
was a pallid yellow. He looked like
aT,pugllIat who tries dazedly to rise
after a knock-out.
He' was thinking rapidly; despite his
aaae. After a moment or two he
eremed- hastily to- the telephone
wltehboard.
"Get me a New York wire, please,"
iCjrSald, looking nervously down the
'corridor, "as quickly as you can."
:HAVE GREAT FAITH IN TREE
Natives of Egypt Have Saint With
Healing Powers Has a Dwelling
In the Branches.
The tourist who is ferried over the
, NJle from old Cairo to tho Island of
C&'odft' Is tshown tho Nllometer, which
;V dates from Roman times, and the old
i jgardons near It, and la then hurried
Sack, to resume tho usual routo of the
, 'ijgUldeB. By so doing, however, ho
jstUsee one of tho roost curldua sights
fttVall Cairo the huge tree known to
the' native as tho rrrandura, sayu Wide
' Wor)d. It is so called from a saint
trite' fej supposod to work miracles and
sfet ou'res upon those who visit thU
S' aad perform certain traditional
(.' The patient must offer to the
k he. cloth which enveloped the
IMj, iirao, pjuck on two leaves
, )o; tree and tie them on the dls-
I Jftrt with another cloth, leaving
trisW behind. , The natives have
la the tree and the visiter
rl lwjTa And one or more pretest
'mmfmhmWt'. the rites of supplteatleffu
tpj . while set very high, hae a
KeWOMAN
Terhune,
founded on
Gcfe Milled Play
Jllusrrdwa win imtos'iicm merqy
As he spoko he was running over
the pages of ono of the telophono books
on the desk. Wanda drove a plug Into
tho switchboard and droned:
"H'lol Long distance? That you,
Jessie? This is Wanda. Say, get me
a Now York wire on the Jump, please.
Yes. Oh, have you? Good! Let the
other party wait, and give It to mo,
won't you? Thanks. I've got one al
ready," she added, glancing over her
shoulder at Standlsh. "What number,
please?"
"Ono thousand and ono, Plaza," he
answored, looking up from the direc
tory. "Plaza one o o ono!" she droned
Into the transmitter. "Any name, Mr.
Standlsh?"
"No," ho answered huskily. "Just
the number."
"A'rl! Hero you are number one
booth, please H'lo New York I" she
continued Into the transmitter, shov
ing a plug In and out of the switch
board three or four times, "Plaza ono
o o ono. Yes, Plaza ono o o
ONE!"
Standlsh had gone to the first of tho
numbered boothB, At its door ho
paused.
"Miss Kelly," said he, "would you
mind taking that receiver off your
head while I'm telephoning?"
"Certainly," she answered In evident
Ill-temper at the slur Implied by the
request.
She carefully removed and hung up
the metal crescent that held the re
ceiver to her left ear. Standlsh had
closed the booth door and, from the
corner of her eye, Wanda could tee
htm through the glass pane, speaking
Into the transmitter. But she had
barely noted the first movement of his
lips when Blake and Mark. Robertson
appeared from the dining-room. 8he
turned her attention to them.
Blake glanced unobtrusively toward
the row of telephone booths and his
half-shut oyes lighted ever so little bb
he made out Standish's figure behind
the glass. But he made no other
sign that he noted the successful
springing of the trap he had so pains
takingly set. In fact, he was talking
Interestedly to Robertson on indiffer
ent topics.
"Tom tells me," Wanda heard him
aaV, "that Grace is coming down."
"Yes,"nswered Robertson, his face
brlgtenlng at mention of his wife's
name, either tonight' or tomorrow
morning. And that reminds me: I
meant to call her up and ask which.
I want to meet her at the station.
Miss Kelly," he went on, "can you get
me a New York wire?"
"Yes, sir," said Wanda; "but it'll
take a few minutes to get the connec
tion." "All right," replied Robertson, as she
busied herself amid the labyrinth of
switchboard plugs, "I'll wait here for
it. I"
vHe stopped as Standlsh came out of
the booth and laid down a bill for
Wanda to change. Robertson, the
happy light of anticipation dying out
of his face at Bight of his foe, turned
his back ostentatiously upon him. Nor
did he apeak again till Standlsh had
gone away. Then ho looked around,
to find his father-in-law in eager con
versation with the telephone operator.
"Well," Blake was saying. "Could
you hear anything?"
"No," answered Wanda, still deeply
offended at Standish's request "Not
a word. He made mo hang up the re
ceiver." "Huh!" grunted Blake. "He's got
more sense than I thought. But tho
number? You got the number, of
course. Didn't you?"
"Oh, yes," she roturned, "I got the
number, all right,"
Blake unceremoniously reached over
the rail and picked up the pad on
which a list of numbers was Jotted
down.
"Is .that the one?" he asked, pointing
to the last number Inscribed there.
, "Oh, no," said Wanda, recovering
her pad and laying It back in its place
on the desk, with a little slam to em
phasize Bioko's rudeness in taking it
away. "That isn't the one. I'm loav
ing the line blank, so I can fill In the
number later. lt too valuable to put
on paper Just yet,"
"You're a born diplomat," he approv
ed, a trifle grudgingly. "Well, what
was the number?"
"Just a minute," she Interrupted.
"Wasn't there a question of of T"
"Of a thousand dollars for you, Yes,
there wsb. That goes."
"Does It?" she queried sweetly, "Not
with me, It doesn't."
"Tionk here, younsj womanl'' snarled
Blake, his habitual calm giving place
to a sort of vulpine savagery. "Don't
you try to hold me up! It you do you'll
find you've got a wildcat by the tall."
large spread, and, as It Is partly con-
coaled by others near It, even the vis
itor who has knowledge of Its exist
ence 1b apt to give up tho search In
despair, though he may bo within a
short distance of It. Tho tree at pres
ent is entirely denuded of Its leaves
except In tho upper branches, while
the trunk and lower branchos are al
most concealed by tho mass of rags
that are- nailed to It and thero left to
rot In wind nnd weather. Patients may
bo seen pressing tholr faces on these
or rubbing tho afflicted parts against
them, as thoy muttor prayers and gaze
oarnestly up among tho branches,
whoro thoy bolleve tho saint's spirit
resides. Tho upper branches nro
plentifully decked with llttlo pennons
or colored flogs, which glvo It quite a
festal appearance
Quinine Factories.
Java produces about two-thirds of
the world's supply of cinchona, and It
has for years been regularly shipped
to Holland. The large quinine manu
factories, mostly situated In Germany,
supply themselves with the raw mate
rial la the Dutch market, and 6f late
'lDear mo!" sho cried In pretty ter
ror. "Well, I'll I'll have to think It
over. Hero's your New York wire,
Governor Robertson," sho called to
Mark. "What was tho numbor you
wanted, please?"
Robertson camo across to tho rail.
Get MrB. Robertson my wlfo on
the phone," nald ho. If she's not in,
got ono of 'the sorvants. I "
"You didn't tell me the numbor,"
sho reminded him.
"Oh," he laughed. "Careless of me!
I forgot I wasn't talking to my sec
rotary. He generally calls up my Now
York homo for me. Tho numbor Is
'Plaza one double o one.' "
Thcro was au Imperceptible pause.
A momentary contraction of Wanda's
throat. Then, in hor everlasting pro
fessional monotone sho droned Into
the receiver: "
"H'lol New York? Plaza one o
o one!"
CHAPTER IX.
r
A Lion In a Rabbit Trap.
Mark hurried Into the nearest tele
phone booth. Wanda stared after him,
In scared fascination. Her face had
turned oddly white.
"One o o one," she repeated to
herself, dazedly, as she mechanically
Jotted down the number on her pad.
"Now then!" Jim Blake was de
manding at her elbow, "you and I will
settle this thing, my girl. I want that
number!"
"But" she pleaded.
"You've got a bit of knowledge that
wo need and need d d bad. A
bit of knowledge we've got to have
and mean to have. Understand that?
And what we've got to got, we get
Now, Is it fight or not? Will you take
the money I've offered you or will you
run your silly young bead Into the
hottest bunch of trouble a girl ever
met with? Whlch'll It bo? Speak
out!"
"I I don't knowr It'll disgrace the
Woman, won't It, If I tell?"
"It'll smash you If you don't! What
Is It to you If she's disgraced or not?"
"That's so," purred Wanda, suddenly
recovering her shattered nerves.
"What is It to me or to you If she's
destroyed, so long as the machine
wins? And lt'd bo perfectly terrible
If the machine shouldn't win. Now
wouldn't itr
"It'll be terrible for any one who
trios to block It" retorted Blake, grim
and wrathful.
"Well," sighed Wanda distractedly,
"I'll Just havo to think It over very
carefully. Of course, I like you, Mr.
Blake. I've always admired you a lot.
You've got such a lovely personality
and"
"Drop that!" he roared.
"And," pursued Wanda, "I've always
admired the machine a lot, too. It does
things In such a businesslike way. But
but, of course, I couldn't really take
money from you. If I tell that num-
"Is That the One?" He Asked, Point
ing to the Last Number.
ber It'll Just bo because I want you to
win. That's all. Just because I want
to see you win."
"That's better!" grunted Blake, htB
faco clearing. "You won't bo sorry."
"You bet I won't!" sho retorted, and
her young voice was as keen ab a knife
blade, and as hard. "I won't be one
bit sorry. And my conscience will be
clear. It'll be a load oft my shoulders.
But," she ended, falling back on In
decision, "I I must think It over a
while."
"A while?" echoed Blake. "There's
no time to lose, You understand the
situation. I'vo made It all clear to
you. If I don't get that Woman's name
before the Mulllns bill comes up for a
vote It will "be of no use to me. And
w'll lose. I must know the name
tonight I H
"I'll make up my mind tonight," an
swered Wanda cryptically; and she
returned to her novel.
years the manufacturers have com
bined to keep tho prices at such low
lovel as to render the cinchona culti
vation unprofitable, although tho man
ufacturers of quinine have been earn
ing large dividends.
To meet this combination It was re
solved to establish a quinine factory
In Java, says the BrltlBh consul at
Batavla1, and this, has been done at
Ulandong, where the first Java quinine
has been produced, This Is described
as of excellent quality and equal In
all respects to tho best European
brands. Last year tho total produc
tion of cinchona In tho Island was 8,
CO0.000 poundB avoirdupois.
New Klna of Work.
Cynthia, a young negro cook, who
had recently given up hor employ
ment In order that shp might try her
luck at the easier profession of cater
ess, met her former mistress on the
Street. (This Is from Life.) "Good
morning, Cynthia," said tho lady.
"Where are you working now?" "I
Isn't workln' nowhere now,- ma'am,"
replied Cynthia, coyly; 'Tee capering
for a eongressaaa."
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BIfxko glared at her In angry doubt.
Beforo ho could speak again, Robert
son camo out of the booth. t
"I must bo off," said Mark. "My but
ler says Grace took the train that's
duo to reach Washington at eight this
ovenlngi I'vo no tlmo to waste if I'm
to bo at tho station when it comes in."
Ho hurriod off. After a second
glance toward the utterly oblivious
Wanda, Blako followed him from tho
corridor. Wanda did not look up. Hor
eyes were still bent eagerly on her
book. But the typo was a "twisting
blur to her senses. To horself she
was murmuring dlsjqintedly:
"His own daughter Mark Robert'
son's wlfo Tom's sister ! And Jim
Blako moving heaven and earth and a
quarter-section of hell, too, to get her
name for a campaign scandal. If 1
give It to htm, I guess a big part of
father's debt to the machine, will be
paid off. If"
"Hello!" called Tom, crossing the
corridor from the dining-room. "What
are you reading? By the way you
stare at that book it must have all the
best sellers looking like the Congres
sional Record. What's It about?"
She raised a blank drawn face to
him.
"About?" she repeated absently.
"Oh, It's It's about a man who Bet a
trap for a rabbit and caught a Hon
in it."
CHAPTER X.
In the 'Day of Battle.
Ralph Van Dyko, corporation lawyer,
and tho railroads' mouthpiece In Wash
ington, sat by tho desk lamp in the
library of Mark Robertson's Hotel Kes
wick suit, reading and hero and there
altering several typewritten sheets.
Across the desk from him sat Jim
Blake, cigar in one hand, a telephone
receiver held to his ear.
The master of the machine was not
leading his forces In person tonight
He seldom did so. The commanding
general's place Is on a convenient
hilltop; not in the vulgar thick of the
fray. And, for divers reasons, Blake
had chosen his Bon-ln-law's apartment
on this night, aa his hilltop. The tele
phone admirably filled for him the dual
roles of spy-glass and courier. Just
now, he was listening intently to a
report from Tim Nellgan at the Capi
tol. "Good old Tim!" he broke out after
a moment's close attention to tho re
ceiver. "What d'ye think of that, Van
Dyke? We get the roll-call."
"Good!" pronounced Van Dyke,
glancing up from his reading.
"Standlsh still In his scat?" queried
Blake into the transmitter. "Yes?
All right Keep right en with the pro
gram I gave you. No need to change
It unless something unexpected cuts
loose. And it won't What? No.
Not yet Can't get a word out of her.
But wo -will. Don't you worry. So
long."
''Well," he added to Van Dyke, aa
he hung up the receiver and pushed
the telephone back on the table-desk's
flat surface. "This roll-call gives us
another hour to breathe In."
"Well need It And more," said Van
Dyke, returning to his reading.
"Sure you're making that strong
enough, Van Dyke?" he asked. "Don't
use the word 'utensil' when 'spade'
will do Just as well. Cut out any
flowery stuff and bang away at the
point
"I have, replied Van Dyke, handing
Blake the 'edited pages. "Look It over
and see how It strikes you.
Blake took the manuscript and
scanned Its contents from beneath his
drooped lids. As he read, a look of
unqualified approval replaced the
doubt on his face. He nodded em
phatically, once or twice. In his in
terest he unconsciously muttered, half
aloud.
"'Standlsh, the arch reformer," he
murmured. " 'A moralist dethroned
scandalous past of a house leader
brought to light disciple of purity In
politics convicted of dissolute private
life' H'm! That's the stuff. It'll
make 'em sit up, I guess."
"If we can use It" corrected Van
Dyke. "As It stands, It represents
nothing but three spoiled sheets of
white paper.'
"It'll represent one. perfectly good
Insurgent chief split up the back, be
fore another hour's past," retorted
Blake. "I'll have the Woman's name
by that time."
"What is that stubborn little tele
phone girl holding out for, I wonder?"
"It's past me!" growled Blake. "If
It was a man I could size up the game
at a glanco and I'd know Just what
movo to make. Every man has always
had his prlco. Except One. And we
crucified Him. But with women It's
difforent You can't tell what a wom
an's going to do. For the mighty good
reason that she doesn't know, herself.
This Kelly girl's got me guessing. She
let me think I could buy her dead easy.
Then she played for time. And now
she's thrown us down altogether and
won't say a word."
"You've sent over to central for that
duplicate list of aU the numbers that
wero called up from tho Keswick to
day? Let mo look at them."
"They aren't here yet," replied
Blako. "I only sent for them a few
minutes ago. You see, I thought I
could save a lot of time by getting the
DESTRUCTION OF THE POPPY
Only Few Fields Left In Region
China Where the Plant Onco
Flourished.
In
A lettor from a missionary In Hlng
Hwn has Just been received by tho
International roform bureau, Peking.
The writer says he has been In Hlng
Hwa about threo weeks, and that
tho poppy 1b, to all Intents and pur
poses, completely destroyed.
"I have traveled through a part of
the region whoro most of tho poppy
was grown, and whoro most of tho
fighting was done. In nil this region
I saw lose than 100 stalks of poppy,
theso having boon loft scattored In
the fields from tho otherwise com
plete destruction of tho crop." Tho
writer continues: "Some of our lead
ing Chlncso have been still furthor
Into tho regions whore tho poppy was
grown, and report tho samo thing.
In out-of-the-way places thoy havo
seen a field or two, which, becauso of
the obscure location, have escaped
destruction.
"Reports from the direction of Slen-
t Ti i E TTi
Information, direct, from tho girl her
self." "Tho girl I" echoed Van Dyke dls
gU6indly. "We've already' wasted too
much time on her. Can't wo get hold
of BlandlHh?"
"Ho'll be along protty soon." ,
"You've sent for hlnv? You're sure
he'll como for your sending?"
"No," drawled Blako "I didn't. And
ho wouldn't. But Gregg started a whis
per In tho house that a scandal will
break beforo morning. And he throw
a hint of tho Btimo sort to the news
paper boys."
"Oh, if wo can publish this as it's
written hero," broke in Van Dyke,
"wo'vo got him! This story makes
him out the lowest blackguard un
hung." "And," amonded Blake with In
genuous self-congratulation, "there
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Away at the Point"
Isn't a word in it that hasn't got some
sort of foundation on fact That's say
ing a wholo lot for a campaign scan
dal. We've got facta real factB. May
be eomo of 'cm arc twisted around bo
that you'd have to look at 'em twice
before recognizing their dear familiar
faces. But they're facts, Just the
same."
"And they're useless," grumbled Van
Dyke, "Just because the one fact wo
need we haven't got."
"You mean the Woman?"
"The Woman's name. We can't get
any one to believe a word of the story
without that. What time is it? Oh, I
didn't notice the clock. The time's
getting short dangerously short If
we want to get this story In any of
tomorrow's papers we must have her
name mighty quick. As it Is, I'm
afraid it'll be too late for anything but
the last editions of the morning pa
pers. What did tho Associated Press
people say, when you ?"
"Jennings promised to hold a wire
till the last minute. Better take the
story around to him and tell him to
have It ready. He understands. But
be sure to tell him not to let It go till
I give the word. A false move Just
now would be a boomerang that we
couldn't stand. Come back as soon as
you can. We may need you."
Van Dyke, pocketing the typewritten
sheets, departed on his mission; al
most colliding at the door with Tom
Blake, who was coming in.
V Hello, dad!" hailed Tom. "I Juat
dropped In on the way to the club to
say 'howdy' to Grace. Whoro Is she?
Turned In?" y
"No. Hasn't oven got in. The
train's hours late. Washout on the
road somewhere. Mark telephoned up
from the station. He's gone back
there. They ought to be hero any
tlmo now. Want to wait?"
"I'm sleepy!" yawned Tom. "Gee,
but I wish Grace would Bhow up!"
"So does Mark," answered Blake.
Then, after a moment, a chuckle of
genuine amusement startled his son.
"What'B the Joke?" asked Tom.
"Did I miss it?"
"Yes, you missed it, all right Both
you and Grace always miss it But I
never do, I was Just thinking my lit
tle Grace my kid keeping the for
mer governor of New York cooling his
heels in a dratty railroad station. And,
forty years ago, her father was a bare
foot kid with ono suspender, pan
handling kind-hearted old folks In the
street with dying-mother stories and
getting nickels from 'em. And even
as lately as twenty-two years ago,
what was I but a Chicago city clork
making an honest living by keeping
my eyes shut and my palm open?"
"Dad," complained Tom, "I can't
make you out! You always seem to
take a savago delight In rubbing In
tho fact that everything wo'vo got we
owe to graft"
"Well," asked Blako, puzzled, "don.'t
we? If we don't owe It to graft, what
do we owe It to, I'd like to know?"
"To change tho subject, dad," broke
In Tom, "I'vo been making some
plans."
"Have,v hey?" queried Blako as
though listening to the prattle of a
somewhat backward child of six. "Such
as what, for Instance?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
yu Indicate the eamo condition. Most
of tho troops have gone, as there is
now no disturbance other than occa
sional robbery, which Is no uncom
mon thing In that section of the
country at any tlmo. The present
magistrate is a very able man, and
will doubtless bo nblo to handlo
these things.
'It Is to bo regretted that tho so
called 'sixteenth emperor,' the leador
of tho opium rebellion, has not been
captured, though I do 'not anticipate
much further disturbance from him.
Ho and his cause havo been too badly
beaten, and the element that held his
followers together, tho poppy, has
been destroyed."
Wild Rice a Valuable Food.
Wild rice, according to a consular
report, Is "the most nutritious cereal
In America." T' i plant haB a long
black grain, and hence 1b sometimes
called black rlco. It haB been used
from timo immemorial by certain In
dian tribes as their principal food. In
recent years It has come into tho white
man's markets, selling for consider
ably more than ordinary white rlee.
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THelpsT
MUST PLAN FOR THE FUTURE
Massachusetts Law Compels the Crea
tion of Planning Boards In
Large Towns.
City and town planning boards in
Massachusetts must be created by
every city and also by every town
having a population of more than 10,
000 and at the last preceding national
or state census, according to an aet
of the Massachusetts legislature, says
the Bngiaerins News.
These boards are required to f'make
careful studies of the resources, pos
sibilities and needs of the city or
town, particulartywlth respect to con
ditions which may be injurious la
and about rented buildings."
The planning boards are also re
quired to "make plans for the devel
opment of the municipality with spe
cial reference to the proper housing
of its people." The planning boards
are to be appointed by the mayors of,
cities or by the commissions in commission-governed
cities, and In towns
they are to be elected by the votes
at the annual town meetings.
Every planning board Is required
to report annually to the governing
body of ita respective city or to the
voters of its town, "giving Informa-,
tion regarding the condition of the
city or town and any plans or pro
posals for the development of the city
or town and estimates of the coat
thereof."
The governing bodies of cities are
authorized by the act "to make suit
able ordinances, and towns are au
thorized to make suitable by-laws for
carrying out the purposes of the act"
and the governing bodies la each caee
"may appropriate money therefor."
PRESERVE THE BEAUTY SPOTS
Growth ef Town 8hould Not Be
lowed to Eliminate All the
Work of Nature.
At-
In the town squares and boule
vards men and women find fresh air
and shade for their hours of sociabil
ity, and playgrounds for tho children,
and fresh nurseries for the babies.
But there Is an Important element In
human nature which the town square
cannot satisfy. This la that con
scious or unconscious sensibility to
the beauty of the natural world which
in many men becomes a passion, and
in almost all men plays a .part
As pur towns grow, the spots of re
markable natural beauty, which were
once as the gemB embroidered upon
the fair robe of nature, are one by
one destroyed to make room for rail
roads, streets, factories and the rest
The time Is coming when It will be
hard to find within a day's Journey
of our large cities a single spot cap
able of stirring the soul of man to
speak in poetry. Think of what thla
.will mean for the race, and start to
morrow to secure for your children
and your children's children some of
those scenes of special natural beau
ty which are still to be found.
Billboards and Bad Eyes.
Dr. Burr Weaver, former president
of the Illinois State Society of Op
tometrists, addressing bis colleagues
on the subject of eye strain, Indicts
the billboards with point and vigor.
"Street car sickness Is entirely due
to eye strain. The rapid shifting of
vision and the efforts of persons rid
ing on the cars to read signs and bill
boards, which meet their eyes almost
every time they look out of the win
dows strain the eyes. The rapid con
traction of the muscles results In eye
strain and headaches."
The victim of this urban habit la
helpless, moreover, because it 1b nat
ural for the eye to read any printed
matter that comes within range. All
persons who have astigmatism have
a special grievance against the bin
boards, and most of them have learn
ed It long since from experience. The
billboard has been attacked on many
grounds heretofore, but the damage
It does to the eyes Is not the least
serious of all, though the least em
phasized. Finishing Up.
Mr. Gibson Haven't you got that
new dress planned yet?
Mr. Glbeon Nearly. I shall only
have to have one more talk about it
Mr. Gibson I should think you
would got tired of talking with that
dressmaker.
Mrs. Gbaon Oh, I'm through with
her; I'm all ready to consult the po
lice now! Judge.
Beauty In CHy Life.
William Morris said: "Beauty Is, I
contend, no mere accident of human
life which people can take or leave aa
they choose, but a positive necessity
of life, If we are to Uve as. nature
meant us to, that Is, Unless we are
content to bo less than men."
Beauty in the life of a caty ta aa
necessary as in human life.
y Never Met Him.
Cooke Beanbrough is an
original
sort of a chap.
Frye In what way?
Cooke I asked him to come In and
have a drink, and what do you think
he said?
Fryo What did he say?
Cooke He said he wasn't thirsty.
Good Luck.
"The tipsy fellow In the automobile
collision bad a remarkable escape
from Injury."
"YeB, a paradoxical escape."
"How paradoxical?"
"Because though pickled, he waa
preserved."
Nature Mlaeed.
"Nature is no patriot"
"Why do you say that?"
"Look how easy It would have been
for her to make the watermelon red,
IwhUeaad Uawl
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I - had consumption. Weighed only
90 pounds. Commenced taking Peru
na. Now weigh 13G pounds. I am
Bd thankful for what Peruna has done
for me."
Those who object to liquid medi
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Adv. '
Two Years Has a Great Idea.
It bad been a bard afternoon for Jo
seph. His mother had taken him down
town shopping with her, and 'as they
were crossing Gladstone boulevard
on the way homo his little, feet began
to lag. Joseph Is two years old.
"Carry me, mamma," he said.
"But I can't, Joseph," she said.
"Don't you see mamma has her bun
dles and her pocketbook to carry? It's
only a little piece now."
Joseph trudged a. bit farther and
then he had an Idea.
VYou put your pocketbook and bun
dles down and let them walk," he
said. "Then you can carry me!" so
she found room him him. Kansas City
Star.
Refrain of Matrimony.
A protty girl at a dinnei1 In Chi
cago asked George Ade why he did
not marry.
"Marriage, you know," she said,
archly, "is one grand, sweet song."
"Rather say," the humorist retorted,
"ono grand, sweet refrain refrain
from poker, refrain from tobacco and
refrain from booze water."
Not Satisfied.
The world owes every man a living,
but most of us aren't satisfied with
the sort of living the world would pro
vide. Detroit Free Press.
The whistle on the engine makes
the most noise, but it doesn't help to
pull the train.
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Experience of a Southern Man.
"Please allow me to thank the origi
nator of Postum, which In my case,
speaks for Itself," writes a Fla. man
"I formerly drank bo much coffee
that my nervous system was almost a ,
wreck." (Tea is Just aa injurious be
cause it contains caffeine, the drug
found In coffee.) "My physician told
mo to quit drinking it but I had to
have something, so I tried Postum.
"To my great surprise I saw quite
a change In my nerves In about 10
days. That was a year ago and now
my nerves are steady and I don't have
those bilious sick headaches which I
regularly had whllo drinking coffee.
"Postum seems to havo body-build-lng
properties and leaves the head
clear. And I do not have the bad
tasto In my mouth when I get up morn
ings. When Postum is boiled good
and strong, It is far better in tasto
than coffee. My advice to coffee drink
ers 1b to try Postum and be con
vinced." Namo given bv Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Write for copy of the
little book, "The Road to Wellvllle."
Postum comes In two forms:
Regdlar Postum must be well
boiled.
Instant Postum Is a soluble powder.
A teaspoonful dissolves quickly In a
cup of hot water and, vlth cream and
sugar, makes a delicious beverage
Instantly, Grocers sell both kinds.
"There's a reason" tor Postum.
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