<► I ANGEL ESQUIRE | BY EDGAR WALLACE CHAPTER XIII—(Continued.) 'Tve wanted Callvet for quite a lont Ume—he's on the list, so to speak. How Bpcdding got him Is a mystery. If thi truth be told', he's got a noddln* acquaintance with half the crooks It London . . . had a big crlmlna practice before he went Into the mori lucrative side of the law.” A big crowd had gathered at th< corner of the Haymarket, and with on< accord they avoided it. “Curiosity,” Angel prattled on, “ha! been the undoing of many a poor soul Keep away from crowds, Jimmy.” They walked on till they came t< Angel’s flat 1 nJermyn street. "Spedding will duplicate and tripli cate his schemes for catching us tc night," said Jimmy. "He will,” agreed Angel, and opened the door of the house in which hh rooms were. The narrow passageway, In which £ light usually burned day and night, wai In darkness. "Oh no,” said Angel, stepping bacli Into the street, “oh, Indeed no!" During their walk Jimmy had had s suspicion that they had been followed The suspicion was confirmed wher Angel whistled, and two men croBsec the road and joined them. "Lend me your lamp, Johnson,” said Angel, and taking the bright little elec tric lamp In his hand, he entered the passage, followed by the others. The) reached the foot of the stairs, ther Angel reached back his hand without s word, and one of the two men placet therein a stick. Cautiously the part) advanced up the stairway that led tc Angel's room. aonieoooy nas Deen nere, saia an gel, and pointed to a patch of mud or the carpet. The door was ajar, anc Jimmy sent it open with a kick, ther Angel put his arm cautiously into th< room and turned on the light, and the party waited In darkness for a move ment. There was no sign and they entered It did not require any great ingenultj to see that the place had been visited Half-opened drawers, their contents thrown on the floor, and all the evi dence of a hurried search rttet theli •yes' They passed from the little sitting room to the bedroom, and here agalr the visitors hod left traces of their In vestigations. “Hullo!" Jimmy stopped and picked up a soft felt hat. He looked Inside; the dull lining bore the name of ar Egyptian hatter. “Connor’s!" he said. “Ah!” said Angel softly, “so Connoi takes a hand, does he?” One of the detectives who had fol lowed them In grasped Angel’s arm. “Look, sir!" he whispered. Half hidden by the heavy hangings of the window, a man crouched In the shadow. “Come out of that!" cried Angel. Then something in the man’s attitude arrested his speech. He slipped for ward and pulled back the curtain. “Connor!” he cried. Connor It was indeed, stone dead, with a bullet hole In the center of his forehead. , CHAPTER XIV. OPENING THE SAFE. The four men stood In silence before the body. Jimmy bent and touched the hand. "Dead!” he said. Angel made no reply, but switched on every light In the room. Then he Sassed his hands rapidly through the ead man’s pockets; the things he found he passed to one of the other detectives, who laid them on the table. “A chisel, a Jemmy, a center-bit, lamp, pistol," enumerated Angel. "It Is not difficult to understand why Con nor came here; but who killed him?” He made a close Inspection of the apartment. The windows were Intact and fastened, there were no signs ol a struggle. In the sitting room there were muddy footmarks, which might have been made by Connor or his murderer. In the center of the room Was a small table. During Angel’s fre quent absences from his lodgings he was In the habit of locking his two rooms against his servants, who did their cleaning under his eye. In con sequence, the polished surface of the little table was covered with a fine layer of dust, save In one place where there was a curious circular clearing about eight Inches In diameter. Angel examined this with scrupulous care gingerly pulling the table to where the light would fall on It with greatei brilliance. The HUle clrele frorr whence the dust had disappeared In terested him more than anything else In the room. 1UU wui see mis IS no! touched,” he said to ono of the men; and then to the other, "You had bet ter go round to Vine street and repon this—say, I will go myself." As Jimmy and he stepped briskly In the direction of the historic pollc< station, Angel expressed himself terse ly "Connor came on his own to burgle ' he was surprised by a third party who, thinking Connor was myself, sho him." "That Is how I read it," said Jimmy “But why did Connor come?" "I hove been expecting Connor, ■aid Angel quietly. “He was not th Bort of man to be cowed by the fea of arrest. He had got It Into his hen that 1 had got the secret of the safe and he came to find out.” Inside the station the Inspector o; duty saluted him. "We have one of your men Inside, he said pleasantly, referring to th Frenchman; then, noticing the grav faces of the two, he added: "Is any .»« thing wrong, sir?" " Briefly enough the detective gave a account of what had happened i Jermyn street. He added his in • Btructions concerning the table, an left as the Inspector was summohin the divisional surgeon. "1 wonder where we could fln Speeding?" asked Angel. •T*wonder where Speddtng will fln us?" added Jimmy grimly. Angel looked round in surprise. "Losing your nerve?" he aske rudely. "No." said the cool young man b his side slowly: "but somehow 111 seems more previous than it was week ago.” “Fiddlesticks!" said Angel. "You’i In love." "Perhaps I am." admitted Jimmy I a surprised tone, as If the Idea ha never occurred to him before, Angel looked at his watch, "Ten o’clock," he said: ‘time for a good people to be in bed. Being mj Belf of a vicious disposition, und, mor< over, desirous of washing the taste i tragedy out of my mouth, I suggest v walk steadily to a place of refrvsl went." “Angel," said Jimmy, ”1 cannot he thinking that you like to hear you; Belf talk." "I love It," said Angel frankly. • • • In a little underground bar In Lelce: *er square they sat at a table listenh I to a little string band worry through : I the overture to “Lohengrin." The crowded room suited their moods. ' Jimmy, In his preoccupation, found the ; noise, the babble of voices In many : tongues, and the wall of the struggling orchestra, Boothlng after the exciting events of the past few hours. To An 1 gel the human element In the crowd I formed relaxation. The loud-speaking !, men with their flashy Jewelry, the 1, painted women with their automatic smiles, the sprinkling of keen-faced sharps he recognized, they formed [ part of the pageant of life—the life— ■as Angel saw It. 1 They sat sipping their wine until i there came a man who, glancing care ! lessly round the room, made an lmper ; ceptlble sign to Angel, and then, as If ; having satisfied himself that the man he was looking for was not present, left the room .again. Angel and his companion followed. "Well?” asked Angel. "Speddlng goes to the safe tonight,” said the stranger. "Good,” said Angel. "The guard at the safe Is permanent ly withdrawn by Speddlng’s order.” "That I know,” said Angel. "It was withdrawn the very night the ‘Borough Lot’ came. On whose behalf Is Sped dlng acting?" "On behalf of Connor, who I under stand is one of the legatees.” Angel whistled. "Whew! Jimmy, this Is to be the Grand Finale.” He appeared deep In thought for a ! moment. “It will be necessary for Miss Kent to be present," he said after a while. From a neighboring district messen ger office he got on by the telephone to a garage, and within half an hour they were ringing the bell at Kathleen’s modest little house. * no Kin iuae tu gieei. mein as mey entered. All sign of the last night’s fatigue had vanished. "Yes," she replied, “I have slept the greater part of the day.” Angel observed that she studiously kept her eyes from Jimmy, and that that worthy was preternaturally Inter ested in a large seascape that hung over the fireplace. "This is the last occasion we shall be troubling you at bo late an hour,” said Angel, "but I am afraid we shall want you with us tonight.” “I will do whatever you wish,” she answered simply. “You have been, both of you, most kind.” She flashed a glance at Jimmy, and saw for the first time the surgical dressing on his head. "You—you are not hurt?” she cried In alarm, then checked herself. "Not at all," said Jimmy loudly, “nothing, I assure you.” He was In an unusual panic, and wished he had not come. “He tripped over a hearthrug and fell against a marble mantelpiece,” lied Angel elaborately. “The marble has been In the possession of my family for centuries, and Is now badly, and I fear Irretrievably, damaged.” Jimmy smiled, and his smile was In fectious. "A gross libel, Miss Kent,” he said, recovering his nerve. "As a matter of fact-” "As a matter of fact,” Interrupted Angel Impressively, "Jimmy was walk ing In his Bleep-” “Be serious, Mr. Angel,” Implored the girl, who was now very concerned as she saw the extent of Jimmy's Injury, and noticed the dark shadow's under his eyes. “Was It Spedding?" "It was," said Angel promptly. "A little attempt which proved a failure.” Jimmy saw the concern in the girl’s eyes, and, manlike, It cheered him. “It Is hardly worth talking about,” he said hastily, “and I think we ought not to delay our departure a second.” "I will not keep you a moment longer than l, can help,” she Bald, and left the room to dress herself for the Jour ney. “Jimmy,” said Angel, as soon as she had gone, “cross my hand with silver, pretty gentleman, and I will tell your fortune.” “Don’t talk rot,” replied Jimmy. “I can see a bright future, a dark lady with big gray eyes, who—’’ “For heaven’s sake shut up,” growled Jimmy, very red; “she’s coming.” They reached the Safe Deposit when the bells of the city were chiming the half hour after 11. "Shall we go In?" asked Jimmy. “Better not,” advised Angel. “If Spedding knows we have a key It might spoil the whole show.” So the car slowly patrolled the nar row length of Lombard street, an ob ject of professional Interest to the half dozen plain clothes policemen who were on duty there. They had three-quarters of an hour to wait, for midnight had rung out from the belfries long before a big car came gilding Into the thoroughfare . from Its western end. It stopped with a jerk before the Safe Deposit and a top-hatted figure alighted. As he did i so, Angel’s car drew up behind and the three got down. Spedding, professionally attired In a frock coat and silk hat, stood with , one foot on the steps of the building ; and his hand upon the key he had fitted. He evinced no surprise when he saw Angel, and bowed slightly to the girl. • Then he opened the door and stepped , Inside and Angel and hts party followed. • He lit the vestibule, opened the Inner 1 door, and walked Into the darkened hall. Again came the click of swttches, and ! every light in the great hall blazed. The girl shivered a little as she looked • up at the safe, dominating and sln , lster a monument of ruin, a mate B rlallzatlon of tho dead regrets of a . thousand bygone gamblers. Solitary. alone, aloof It rose, distinct from the , magnificent building In which It stood 9 —a granite mass set In fine gold. Old - Reale had possesed a good eye for con I trnsts. and had truly foreseen how j well would the surrounding beauty of the noble hall emphasize the grim real J lty of the ugly pedestal. Speddlng closed the door behind them d and surveyed the party with a trium phant smile. *'I am afraid,** he said in hts smooth 4 tones, “you have come too late," "I am afraid we have,” agreed An y 8^1, and the lawyer looked at him sus e plclously. ft "I wrote you a letter.** he said. "Did you get It?" e “I have not been home since this afternoon;” said Angel, and he heard n the lawyer's little sigh of relief. (1 “I am sorry," Speddlng went on. "that I have to disappoint you all; but as you know, by the terms of the II will the fortunate person who dlscov - ers the word which opens the safe ,- must notify me, claiming the right to if apply the word on the combination o lock." i- "That Is so," said Angel. “I have received such a notification p from one of the legatees—Mr. Connor," •- the lawyer went on, and drew from his pocket u paper, "and 1 have his written authority to open the safe on his behalf." i- He handed the paper to Angel, who £ examined It and handed It back. "It was signed today,” was all that he said. “At 2 o'clock this afternoon," said the lawyer. “I now—” "Before you go any further, Mr. Spedding," said Angel, "I might re mind you that there Is a lady present and that you have your hat On.” "A thousand pardons,” said the law yer with a sarcastic smile, and re moved his hat. Angel reached out his hand for It and mechanically the law yer relinquished It. Angel looked at the crown. The nap was rubbed the wrong way, and was covered with fine dust. "If you desire to valet me,” said the lawyer, “I have no objection." Angel made no reply, but placed the hat carefully on the mosaic floor of the hall. "If,” said the lawyer, "before I open the safe, there Is any question you would like to ask, or any legitimate objection you would wish to raise, I shall be happy to consider It.” "I have nothing to say,” said AngeL "Or you?" addressing Jimmie. “Nothing," was the laconic answer. “Or Miss Kent, perhaps-?" Kathleen looked him straight In the face as she answered coldly: “I am prepared to abide by the action of my friends." "There Is nothing left for me to do,” said the lawyer after the slightest pause, “but to carry out Mr. Connor's Instructions.” He walked to the foot of the steel stairway and mounted. He stopped for breath half way up. He was on a little landing, and facing him was the polished block of granite that marked where the ashes of old Reale reposed. Pluvis Clnls et Nihil” Said the Inscription. " 'Dust, cinders and nothing,’ ” muttered the lawyer. <*■* i vuunc iu vxc owning inv shadows of vanity." They watched him climb till he reached the broad platform that front ed the safe door. Then they saw him pull a paper from his pocket and ex amine It. He looked at it carefully, then twisted the dials cautiously till one by one the desired letters came opposite the pointer. Then he twisted the huge handle of the safe. He twisted and pulled, but the steel door did not move. They saw him stoop and ex amine the dial again, and again he seized the handle with the same result. A dozen times he went through the same process, and a dozen times the unyielding door resisted his efforts. Then he came clattering down the steps, and almost reeled across the floor of the hall to the little group. His eyes burned with an unearthly light, his face was pallid, and the pers piration lay thick upon his forehead. "The word!” he gasped. “It's the wrong word.” Angel did not answer him. "I have tested It a dozen times,” cried the lawyer, almost beside himself, "and It has failed.” "Shall I try?” asked AngeL "No, no!” the man hissed. "By heaven, nol I will try again. One of the letters is wrong; there are two meanings to some of the symbols." He turned and remounted the stairs. “The man Is suffering," said Jimmy In an undertone. "Let him suffer,” said Angel, a hard look In his eyes. "He will suffer more before he atones for his villainy. Look, he's up again. Let the men in, Jimmy, he will find the word this time—and take Miss Kent away as soon as the trouble starts.” The girl saw the sudden mask of hardness that had come over Angel's face, saw him slip off his overcoat, and heard the creaking of boots in the hall outside. The pleasant, flippant man of the world was gone, and the re morseless police officer, inscrutable as doom, had taken his place. It was a new Angel she Baw, and she drew closer to Jimmy. An exultant shout from the man at the safe made her raise her eyes. With a flutter at her heart, she saw the ponderous steel door swing slowly open. Then from the man came a cry that was like the snarl of some wild beast. "Empty!” he roared. He stood stunned and dumb; then he flung himself Into the great steer room, and they heard his voice reverberating hollowly. Again he came to the plat form holding In his hand a white en velope. Blindly he blundered down the stairs again, and they could hear his heavy breathing. “Empty!” His grating voice rose to a scream. "Nothing hut this!" He held the envelope out. then tore It open. It contained only a few words— "Receive on behalf of Miss Kathleen Kent the contents of this safe. “(Signed) James Cavendish Stan nard, Bart. Christopher AngeL" Dazed and bewildered, the lawyer read the paper, then looked from one | to the other. “So it was you," he said. Angel nodded curtly. “You!” said Speddlng again. •Tea" "You have robbed the safe—you—a police officer.” “Yea” said AngeL not removing his eyes from the man. He motioned to Jimmy, and Jimmy with a whispered word to the girt, led her to the door. Behind him, as he returned to Angel's side, came six plain clothes officers. “So you think you've got me, do you?” breathed Speddlng. T don’t think,” said AngeL “I know." “If you know so much, do you know how near to death you axe?" “That also I know,” said Angers even voice. Tm all the more certain of my danger since I have seen your hat.” CContlnaed Next Week.) The Blessed Road. Three roads led out to Cahrary. The first eras broad and straight. That Pilate and great Calaphaa. Might ride thereon In state. The second eras the felons' road. Cruel and hard to tread For those who bore the cross’ toad. For those whose footsteps bted. The third road slunk through mean defltes, Fearing the open sky: And Judas crept the dreadful miles To Calvary thereby. The highroad up to Calvary Was blotted from the land; W’here Judas hid. the jackal cries By thorn-cursed drifts of sand. But that poor road the felons went— How fslr It now appears. Smoothed wide by myriads penitent And fiower-set by their tears! —Charles Buxton Going In the Century. Census Thoughts. If the enumerators do not measure up to expectations, there will be volcanic erup tions In every city tn the unton.—Memphis Commercial Appeal. Paint your census estimates tn gentle hues. They thus will require less re touching.—Council lijuffs Nonpareil. What percentage of the poputatmrj ef Annul tn cities do the census takers shay, when their count is corajwred with the . claims of the citizens—Columbia State. In cities where there has been an un satisfactory count of noses, tongues are beginning to be very much In evidence.— Anaconda Standard. But if Kansas City has only one-quar ter million population, as the census su pervlacr estimates, whe’re all these other , people?—Kansas Ctty Star. Religion affects most people In dif ferent ways, an’ hit don’t save nigh so many of 'em as some folks make out. The meanest man I ever saw had all his principles sot crosswise on the Scriptures. You couldn’t say nothin’ but he could quote a Bible text agin you. He lived here In this valley morne’en fifty years, an' I never knowed him to agree with nobody en durin' the whole time. An’ when he died, he wan’t on speakin’ terms with enough men to make out a set of pall bearers, so we had to call In his ene mies to help bury him. Yet he was the most religious-mind ed man in old Zion church. He was a "deacon” anchored in the amen corner of hit when I Just a young spark set tin’ on the back bench. Thar was but one person in the val ley as could hold a hand with the deacon, an’ that was his own wife, Adeline. Them two was like oxen yoked together, they drug along through life by layln’ back agin one another. An hit was a sight as made folks titter many a time to see ’em settin’ in opposite amen corners of the church glarin’ an’ damnin’ each other with their eyes. He never was seen without his Bi ble, an’ Adeline alters toted a baby, which was about the difference be tween them two. The deacon wa’n’t no sort of an everyday man. He was Jest fitten to live an’ do nothin’ all the time like hit was Sunday. He never done no good farmin’, for no matter how much grass thar was In the corn he’d drap his hoe an’ come a shoutin’ every time he heard a church bell ring. But when he’d git home the meetin’ hadn’t done him no more good an’ to show him pints whar he disagreed with the preacher. This was turrible aggrevatln’ to Ade line, for she never keered nothin’ about doctrines, an’ mighty little about bein’ saved by grace. She ’lowed she was a worker, an’ of the Lord couldn’t take her at that. He could Jest leave her an’ fill kingdom come with lazy saints like the deacon. She said hit made her nervous the way he wasted time prayin’ when hit done him so little good. For prayin’ never peertened him up none nor made him no more agree able to live with. So whenever she she ketched him at his devotions hit riled X er. Meantime the pore little preacher was settin’ thar in the pulpit with his eyes walled back in prayer like he was gittin’ ready to fling a fit. But when the bretheren was gittin' mighty nigh the perfane aidge of language in the argument he riz, stretched out his hands an' said: “Brethren, take it to the Lord in prayer. Let us pray!” Have you ever saw two fightln’ boys snatched up an' sot down all of a sud den right before their daddy? Ef you have, you git some idea of the way them folks looked when that little preacher drug 'em up before the throne of grace an’ ’lowed “Let us pray!” Everybody bowed their heads sorter shamed an’ humble but Adeline. When she seen the deacon was goin’ to lead, she Jest stiffened up right straight an’ glared at him while he let on about the awful condition of things in old Zion church to his Heavenly Father. He plnted out the wllfulness of youth, the same as if God never made nothin’ but old daddy saints like him, an’ he called especial attention to the danger of that church gittin’ Identified with the heath en ways of the world at the rate things was goin’. Finally he ended with a right smart pathos as how the Lord would not permit His sacred place to be vl'lated by the wicked sounds of a music instrument. But Jest as he got to his "amen” we was all astonished to hear a woman’s tribble voice take up the prayer. Now, no woman had ever prayed out loud in that church before and we opened our eyes to see who had dared do such a thing on this important occasion. And thar, standin’ in the amen comer was Adeline, with her eyes shet, her face lifted, looking like a fat biddy angel, a prayin' for guidance. She ’lowed In the softest, sweetest voice you ever heerd that hit wasn’t fair for the Lord to git His Impressions of old Zion church from the tattlin’ of a man as had been aggravatin’ Him for favors more’n forty years, but hadn't done nothin’ for hisself or family except shirk doctrines on ’em for bread and meat. Then she went on to plead about the organ of the same as ef she ex pected the archangel Gabriel hisself to bring hit. An’ she wound up by tellin’ 1 how she had worked hard all her llfq YljEN Jlfc WNlf ON TO PliflD AQO\JT tw.orw*. her, an’ she d light In to make all the fuss she could spankin' the chil’en and Hingin’ things about. Nor thar hain’t no tellin’ but they might a got to tolerate one another ef hit hadn’t been for the dispute about buyln’ a organ for old Zion church. Thar was a right smart opposition amongst the older members, but the younger ones made up the money an’ 'lowed they would have hit. Adeline Jined In with ’em an’ went so far as to have her oldest gal teached music so she could be the organist when they got one. But the deacon was plumb sot agin’ hit. He believed the devil was In every kind of music Instrument an’ he argued that way from his own feel ln’s. He 'lowed as religious a man as he was, he couldn't pass 'Squire Sim mon’s when hl3 boy Buck was playin’ the fiddle without his knees twitched an’ feeling sorter gay. As for Buck, he considered him a lijnb of satan, because he could scrape more fun out of that wicked old fiddle In five minutes than he’d ought to have In a lifetime. Adeline never said nothin'. She Just went on sendln’ her gal to git the music lessons. An' the community was mighty wrought up a bettin’ which would win out when they seen how matters stood between them two perversed pillars of the church. As for me, I was ready to put up two to one In favor of Adeline, for I knowed how plague take It con traler a woman Is than a stubborn man, an’ I calculated how much more Ade line was than jest ordinary. When her gal had been takin' lessons about six mouths an' had got so she could pick out a tune for herself on the organ, Adeline begun to get restless, an' say hit wus time they knowed what they was a-goln’ to do about havin' the organ. The young folks was Jest wait in' for her to give the word, an' so next meetin' day h't was read out thar would be a church conference that night to decide about the organ. Well. Sir, I wish could 'a' seen that meetin’ house at sundown. Everybody ns had so much as a Jackass to ride was thar, an’ hit was jam full of mad, sweatin' folks. The preacher was mighty young, an’ he acted so timid In the pulpit you’d 'a thought he was afeerd some of them all-fired saints out thar In the congregation would retch up. ketch him by the legs an’ sling him agin the wall same as they would lcll a young rabbit. But he was ullers fer pourin’ his He on our troubled waters. An’ so h? took Ills text about "peacemakers." But .the spirit didn’t move him none an’ his sermon was correspondin'. After lie sot down, the moderator ex plained about the organ, called the meetin’ to order an’ flung hit open for discussion. An' then, 1 be blumed ef the spoilt didn't move with a ven geance! Fust on one side an’ then tother they’d rise an' a’’gue about that organ. Every man hua his r.eckfeath ers up. an' the jmire.i bobbed their heads like they was peekin' "me auoth not havln nobody to neip support ner and the ehil’en, an' how now in her old age she wa'n't to be blamed ef she wanted a little sweet music of a Sun day to rest her nerves. Well, sir; the folks begun to holler "amen” before she got half through. Some of the women peeped up an’ seen the tears streakin’ down Adeline's face, an’ then they let In to sobbln’ an' goin’ on until old Mis Polly Strut got happy an’ shouted. This made Adeline end her prayer an’ open her eyes. But., when she sat down Brother Hooper riz an’ ’lowed he felt as how God had answered Sister Adeline’s prayer an' he moved that they git the organ. Ef the deacon didn’t like hit he could go outside while hit was a playin . Some body seconded the motion an’ hit was carried by a overwhelmin' majority. ! Adeline came on home as peaceful as a woman aliens is when she have had her say. She ’lowed that prayer she prayed helped her a sight spiritual ! ly. An’ the first Sunday in July her gal' . played the new organ. But the deacon wa’n’a thar. He Jest took to his bed i an' died of pure contrariness. Adeline waited on him as patient as a saint to the last. But I hain't a doubt she would 'a driv him from the house ef he’d ’a had his way about the organ. Fish Farms—A Future Industry. From an Exchange. "Its meat, fresh, dried, or salted,” said the professor, “forms one of the staple foods of the worl'h It*i tongue, among the French and other more epi curean nations, Is held to be as great a delicacy as the truffle. Its bladder gives us a pure quality of Isinglass. Its oil makes one of the most valued medicines In the pharmacopeia. The Norwegians feed its head, chopped with fodder, to their cattle, thus Increasing the yield of milk, and Its bones make a good dog and stock food, and are even, In cold climates, used for fuel. "This remarkable creature." he con tinued, “is capable of producing annu ally 9,000.000 young, and, since It feeds Itself and houses itself. Its maintenance costs nothing. "Suppose a chicken was like that, giv ing 9,000,000 little ones a year, costing nothing to keep, yielding a half dozen Important valuable products—and no | one was a chicken farmer. Then, of course, the first man to take up the business would soon become a million aire. "Well, the creature I’ve been talking about Is not farmed. Why, then, doesn’t some one become a plutocrat by farm ing It? I "Answer: Because it is a fish. It Is the cod. But mark my words, fish farms—above all, codfish farms—will be an Important Industry of the future. Man. as the earth becomes over-culti vated, will begin to cultivate the sea. Then the cod. the cardine. the stur- j geon. the cuttlefish, the sole, will be i raised on erorrrous water reservations Just as sheep and cattle are now raised I on our prairie reservations In the west." 1 Libby's Cooked Corned Beef There’s a marked distinction between Libby’s Cooked Corned Beef and even the best that’s sold in bulk. Evenly and mildly cured and scientifically cooked in Libby’s Great White Kitchen, all the nat ural flavot of the fresh, prime beef is retained. It is pure, wholesome, delicious, and it is ready to serve at meal time. Saves work and worry in summer. Other Libby'“Healthful” Meal-Time-Hints, all ready to serve, are: Peerless Dried Beef Vienna Sassage, Veal Loaf Evaporated Milk Baked Beans, Chow Chow Mixed Pickles “ Purity goes hand in hand with the Libby Brand.” '/ Insist on Libby’s at your Stricken. From Puck. “Oh. John,” cried the farmer's wife. “I'm afraid I’ve taken that dreadful new disease!" “What makes you think so, dear?” he asked, alarmed, gathering the frail little woman into his arms and stroking the thinning hair, as she sobbed out the story of her fears upon his broad shoulder. “Well,” she explained, “after I hav^ gotten up, dressed myself and the chil - dren, cooked breakfast, washed th( dishes, prepared the children for school, strained the new milk and set it away to cool, churned and worked the butter, swept and dusted, done the ironing, given baby his bath, cooked dinner and washed the dishes, sewed all after noon, cooked supper and washed the dishes, undressed the children and put them to bed. and sat down for the eve ning, I am too tired to do my darning! I never used to feel so. It must be hookworm!” gn. W1h1«w’> &ooTBixft Brxvr ror OhllArt) teething, aoftens the guine, reduce* taflemmetlon, * llcyspeln, cure* wind cello. 26c e bottle. The Courage-Giver. All day her wistful face looks out Above the sordid street, Through all December's gusty snows. Through all the August heat, A little captive of the slums; Unenvlous and sweet. The other children run below, On play or errant bent; She watches them from dawn to dark With great brown eyes intent Breaking all shackles of the flesh In that high tenement. Yet he who passes day by day, And they who minister Beside her to the few cheap wants. Like some awed worshiper Wonder, before that placid brow: "What use Is life to her?” What use? The great and only use! The chance to face her fate With folded hands and cheerful heart And stalwart soul elate; To crush the world 'neath stricken heel; To suffer and to wait. 0 brave, sad smile that put to shame My anguish of a day, 1 owe you more than I can tell And more than I can pay; A lessen for the passing need, And courage for alway! -Reginald Wright Kauffman In the De lineator. FEED CHILDREN On Properly Selected Food—It Pays Big Dividends. If parents will give just a little in telligent thought to the feeding of their children the difference in the health of the little folks will pay, many times over, for the small trou ble. A mother writes saying: “Our chil dren are all so much setter and stronger than they ever were before we made a change in the character of the food. We have quit using pota toes three times a day with coffee and so much meat. “Now we give the little folks some fruit, either fresh, stewed, or canned, some Grape-Nuts with cream, occa sionally some soft boiled eggs, and some Postum for breakfast and sup per. Then for dinner they have some meat and vegetables. “It would be hard to realize the change in the children, they have grown so sturdy and strong, and we attribute this change to the food ele ments that, I understand, exist in Grape-Nuts and Postum. “A short time ago my baby wa3 teething and bad a great deal of stom ach and bowel trouble. Nothing seem ed to agree with him until 1 tried Grape-Nuts softened and mixed with rich milk and he Improved rapidly and got sturdy and well.” Read “The Road to Wellvllle,” found In pkgs. “There's a Reason.” Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest.