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panse of Ben's skatin’-rlnk-for-flles, "is
there nothing you could do for your
baldness?”
. Ben, by the way, is only forty.
“No, lad!” he replied with de
cision. "Fifteen years ago 1 was
courting strong, and 1 tried lots o’
things. But about that time t’ prince
of Wales—Edward, you know—came
to open t’ new hospital, and I said to
myself as soon as 1 saw him liftin'
his hat to t' crowd, 'Ben, my lad, tlia
can give it up as a bad Job, and save
thy brass. If there was owt 'at ’ud
cure a bald heead they’d ha’ cured
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him, but he got worse all the time. He
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By HAROLD MAC GRATH
Author of Ths Man on the Box, The Puppet Crown, Hearts and Masks, Etc,
Copyright Eobbs-Merrill Co., Indianapolis.
_ _
CHAPTER XX—(Continued)
As no one answered, he sent his chair
sround with a push of his foot. He saw
• me p. but lie did not recognize
them at once. By and by his eyes grew
accustomed to tne dark. Instantly he
was on his feet, pressing the button
connecting the wall lights. There was
no possible exit suvc by that door, and
the.se two men stood between. To do
McQuade justice, he was not a physical
coward. His huge bulk and hardened
muscles gave him a ready courage. He
forced a smile to his lips. After all, he
had expected one or the other of them
sooner or later.
“Well, gentlemen. I am highly hon
ored. What can I do for you." There
was a pretense of amiability.
"For the present,” said Warrington,
"you may alt down. We propose to do
so.” He drew out a chair from under
the office table and placed it close to
the door. "You sit there, John.” For
himself, he sat on the corner of the
table.
McQuade did not hesitate, but re
seated himself. His thoughts were not
particularly lucid, however.
"McQuade, you’re as fine a blackleg
as ever graced a prison," said War
rington.
"I’ll have to take your word for it."
was the reply. "But how is it that I
see you and Mr. Bennington together?"
evilly.
"We'll come to that presently. I
had always given you credit for being
as astute as you were underhanded
and treacherous."
“Thanks." McQuade took a cigar
from his pocket and fumbled around
In his vest for a match.
"But." Warrington added. “I am
pained to reverse my opinion. You are
a fool as well as u blackleg."
"How do you make that out?”
coolly.
"Do you know where your man Bolles :
can bo found?”
"Bolles? Ah, 1 begin to see. What do I
you want of hrn?"
“We want the esteemed honor of Ills j
company at this reunion," dryly.
Bolles? McQuade smiled. He was
only too glad to accommodate them. If
they wanted Bolles they should have!
him. Bolles would cut them in two. 1
He reached for the telephone and be
gun to call up the familiar haunts of'
his henchman. He located him at
length In Martin's saloon. There was j
evidently some reluctance on the part j
of Bolles.
“Holies, It you are not at my of- ;
flee Inside of 10 minutes, I'll break you
and you know what I mean." McQuade |
hung up the receiver. "He’ll be right |
over. Now, what's all this mystery |
about?"
"It regards some literary composi
tions of yours to which I have taken j
exception.”
"Compositions?"
"Yes. Two anonymous letters. But !
before we discuss them we'll wait for '
our friend Bolles."
McQuade signified that this was,
agreeable to him. All the same, he
glanced uneasily at the man near the
door. Bennington had not made the
slightest sound after taking ids chair.
His arms were folded across his breast,
which rose and fell with deep intakes.
His face, in the shadow, was no more
readable than that of the miniature
sphinx paperweight that rested on Mc
Quade's desk. But Bolles was coming.
Bo they waited. The end of McQuade’s
cigar waxed and waned according to
his inhalations. These inhalations were
not quickly made, as by a man whoso
heart is beating with excitement; they ;
wera slow and regular, It might be
said contemplative. John’s gaze never
left the end of that cigar.
The lights in the tall building op- ]
poslte b»gan to twinkle from window:
to window. Warrington slipped off the!
table and pulled down the curtains.
McQuade knocked the ashes from his
cigar, contemplated the coal, and re
turned it to the corner of his mouth.
Ah! The three men heard steps in
tile hall. The door to the outer of
fice opened and banged. But tho man
who squeezed past Bennington was
not Bolles.
"Morrlssy?" cried Warrington. “Fine!
Have a chair, Mr. Morrlssy. have a
chair." Warrington was delighted.
Morrlssy's glance, somewhat bewild
ered, traveled from face to face. On
entering he had seen only McQuade's
tranquil visage. He sat down, disturbed
and mystified.
"What's this?" Morrlssy demanded
to know.
"Hanged if I know!" said McQuade.
"These two gentlemen presented them
selves a few moments ago and re
quested me to send for Bolles. Have
a cigar?"
Morrlssy took the proffered weed, but
he did not light it. He turned it round
and round in his teeth and chewed it.
Well, so long as the boss did not seem
alarmed, the trouble could not be se
rious. Yet lie was not overconfident
of Bennington's lowering face.
“Been a fine day," said Morrlssy, at
haphazard.
"Yes. hut there's going to be a storm
tonight." Warrington resumed ids po
sition on the table.
Conversation died. And then Bolles
came In. At the sight of Bennington
he recoiled.
"Come in. come in." said McQuade.
"Mr. Warrington will offer you a
chair." facetiously.
"Yes. Bolles, sit down."
"Well, gentlemen, here’s a quorum.”
and McQuade tiegan to rock in his
chair Three against two; that would
do very well.
"I will go at once at the matter in
hand. Those letters. John." Warring
ton held out Ills hand. "I'll read one
to you. McQuade." He read slowly and
distinctly.
"What in blazes is this?" said Mor
rlssy.
"It's up to Mr. Warrington to ex
plain." McQuade grinned. That grin,
however, nearly cost him his life,
"John, remember your promise,"
cried Warrington.
John sat down, seized with a species
of vertigo.
"McQuade. you wrote that!"
"Me? You're crazy.”
"Not at all. I-et me advise you. The
next time you put your hand to anony
mous letters, examine the type of vnlir
machine. There may be some bad let
ter."
"I don't know what you're driving
at," McQuade declared.
"I see that I must read this, then,
to convince you.” Warrington stood
up. his back toward Bennington. He
unfolded the carbon sheet and began
to read.
McQuade saw Medusa's head, little
versed as he wan In mythology. He
lowered ids cigar. The blood in his
face gradually receded.
" In two sums of 500 each,' " War
rington went on.
Morrlssy, who suddenly saw visions
of burs and stripes, made a quick, des
perate spring. Warrington struck him
full force on the side of the head. Mor
rissy reeled, stumbled to the floor and
lay there. The others were on their
feet instantly.
"Stay where you are, John; I don’t
need any assistance. Now, McQuade,
I’ve got you where I want you.” War
rington spoke with deadly calm now.
"This carbon was found In your waste
basket and brought to me. The girl
Is where you cannot find her. There
are two courses open to you.”
“What are they?” There was murder
in McQuade’s heart, but there was rea
son in his head. He saw exactly where
he stood. They had him.
“One is state's prison; the other Is
a full retraction of this base calumny.
Take your choice."
''Bolles?”
“It’s true, every damn word of it.”
said Bolles venomously. “Your Janitor
in New York told me the facts. You
know they're true.”
“Bolles, I nearly killed you one night.
So help me, if you do not withdraw
that, I'll kill you here and now!” It
was the first time Bennington had
spoken.
“Bolles,” said McQuade, “did you sell
a lie to me?”
Bolles eyed Bennington, who had
pushed Warrington out of the way and
was moving toward him. He saw
death on Bennington's face. Warring
ton again Interposed, but John swept
him aside with ease.
"Well, there was a doctor and a
nurse there all night with them. But
she was in Warrington’s rooms all
night. That seemed enough for me.”
Bolles put the table between him and
Bennington. He was genuinely afraid.
CHAPTER XXI.
Morrlssy turned over and sat up,
rubbing his head. Presently he pulled
himself to his feet. He was dazed.
Recollection of what had happened re
turned to him. This dude had knocked
him out.
"You’ll pay well for that,” he said.
"Sit down. It's only a marker for
what I’ll do to you if you make an
other move. Now, McQuade, which is
it?"
“Go ahead and write your letter," Mc
Quade snarled.
Warrington proceeded.
"Now sign it,” he said. “Here, John,
take care of this carbon. Bolles, your
signature.” Bolles scrawled a shaking
hand. Warrington put the paper in his
pocket. "Bite, both of you now, if you
dare.”
"I'll trouble you for that carbon,”
said McQuade.
"Hnrdly. But you have my word
of honor that it shall not be used
against you unless you force me. It
will repose In my deposit box at the
bank. But as for you. Morrlssy, this
climate doesn't suit your abilities. The
field is too small. Take my advice and
clear out. That is all, gentlemen.
Come, John.”
When they were gone, Morrissy
turned savagely upon McQuade.
“I told you you were a fool,”
"Get out of here, both of you.”
McQuade dropped into his chair,
once more alone. Morrissv was rlgni
he was a fool. The girl! He would
have liked her throat in his fingers
that moment, the sneaking, treacherous
baggage! Ricked! But there was one
ray of consolation. He knew something
about human nature. Bennington and
Warrington would drift apart after
this. Bennington had cleared up the
scandal, but he hadn't purged his heart
of all doubt. There was some satis
faction in this knowledge. And War
-rington would never enter the city hall
as Herculaneum's mayor.
» • *
By November John and his wife were
on the way to Italy.
"You have all I have.” said War
rington when they bade him goodby.
"I shall be very lonely without vou. If
I lose the election I shall go to Japan.”
"There's always Patty and the moth
er," said John, smiling.
“Yes, there's always Patty and her1
mother. Goodby, and God bless you
both.”
Mrs. Bennington and Patty lived as
usual, to all outward appearance. But
Patty was rarely seen in society. She
took her long rides in the afternoon
now, always alone, brooding. Her
young friends wondered, questioned,
then drifted away gradually. Poor littte
Patty! No one had told her; the viper
had not been shaken from her nest.
Day after day she waited for the blow
to fall, for the tide of scandal to roll
over her and obliterate her.
Election day came round finally, and
a rare and beautiful day it was." War
rington voted early in the morning.
The voting was heavy throughout the
day.
Night came. It is the greatest spec
tacular night the American knows. The
noisy, good-natured crowds in the
streets, the Jostling, snail-moving
crowds; the illuminated canvas sheets
in front of the newspaper offices; the
I blare of tin horns, the cries, the yells,
; the hoots and hurrahs; the petty street
I fights; the stalled surface cars; the
| swearing cabbies; the newsboys linwk
[ lng their latest extras, men carrying
execrable posters of roosters. Hurrah!
hurrah! A flash goes over the canvas.
In the 4th District
: Donnelly 608
; Warrington 302
A roar that rose and died suddenly,
and a walling of tin horns.
In Nine Districts
Donnelly 1.821
Warrington 1,800
The crowds surged and billowed, and
I there was pandemonium.
Warrington started home at 9. Up
I to this time he had been indlfTerent, but
, it was impossible not to catch the spirit
1 of this night. Win or lose, however, he
i wanted to be alone. So he went home,
lighted the fire in his working-room,
j called his dog, and sat there dreaming.
Down town the clamor was increas
ing. The great throngs round the bul
I letins were gathering in force. Bon
fires were gathering on the corners.
In 15 districts—Warrington, 9.782;
j Donnelly. 9.086.
Close, terribly close. But those dis
tricts upon which the fight really de
pended hud not yet turned up.
The Call had notified Its readers that
when the returns were all In and the
battle decided, it would blow r whistle.
If Warrington was elected, five blasts;
if Donnelly, ten.
So Warrington waited, sunk in Ills
chair, his legs sprawled. Ills chin oil
Ids breast, and ills eyes drawing phan
, toms In the burning wood Are.
"Well, Jove, old man, you and I may
have to pack up tomorrow. If we are
licked, you and I'll go to Japan. That's
a country we've always been wanting to
see."
Jove lifted his head, somewhat
scarred, and gazed up at his master
with a steadfast lo\e in his red-brown
eyes.
Warrington sat up quickly, drawing
in his legs. A whistle! He caught his
breath and counted. One—two—three
—four—five—six! . . Donnelly! He
counted no more. Donnelly had won.
Hie valet found him asleep In the
chair the next morning, before a dead
lire. It was only when he was rough
ly shaken that he opened his eyes. He
jumped to his feet, rubbing his eyes.
“Will you have the morning papers,
.sir?"
"What's the use?” Warrington
shrugged indifferently.
“The majority was only 682, sir.”'
“Then we had them mightily scared
for a time. Odd that the ’phone did
not wake me up.’’
“I took it off the hook, sir, midnight.
I knew it would disturb you.”
“Go down town and bring me up the
sailing-lists and a few cabin-plans for
snips bound for Japan. I intend to
start for that country Just as soon as I
can dispose of the horses.”
“Shall you need me, sir?”
“I couldn’t get along without you,
James.”
“Thank you, sir. Breakfast is served,
sir, if you wish it.”
The telephone rang. The valet raised
his eyebrows inquiringly.
“I’ll answer it,” said Warrington.
“Who is it? Jordan? Oh! You can
say that I put up the best fight I knew
how. . . No. Say nothing Shout the
influence of the strike. Let it stand
as it is. . . . My plans? You may
say that I shall sail in a few days for
Japan. . . Oh, yes! This is my
home. I shall return in the spring.
Change of scene, that’s all. Good-by."
A 10 o’clock edition of the Telegraph
was being hawked outside, but War
rington had seen all he wanted of news
papers. By noon he had found a pur
chaser for his stable. The old house
keeper and her husband were to remain
in care of the house. They were the
only beings that loved him, now that
the aunt was gone. Heigh-ho!
He declined lunch. He answered no
more calls on the telephone. When
Senator Henderson called the interview
was pleasant but short.
”We’ll try you again,” said the sena
tor genially.
"I’ll think It over,” replied Warring
ton.
“You’ll win next time; you'll be
stronger two years hence. You made
a great fight. Bennington lost the fight
for you. If he hadn’t been your
friend-”
“I had rather have John Bennington
my friend than be president,” laugh
ing.
“There were 6,000-odd labor votes
against you, and yet Donnelly’s ma
jority was only 682. Hope you’ll enjoy
your trip to Japan. But McQuade’s
back again!” discouraged.
"Senator, if he acts nasty in any way,
go to him personally and tell him that
upon application at the bank you will
open my deposit box. He'll under
stand; he’ll be as docile as a lamb. And
thank all the boys for their good work.
I appreciate the honor that has been
done me. To have been a candidate is
something.”
By 3 o'clock Warrington found time
to sit down at his desk to write three
letters. One was addressed to Mc
Quade, another to John, Hotel de la
Syrene, Sorrento, Italy. The third he
began after some deliberation;
“Patty: Presently I shall be on the
way to Japan. I was going without a
word because I had given a promise to
your brother. But it is not within hu
man nature, at least mine, to leave
without telling you again that I love
you better than life, and that I am In
nocent of the wrong you were so ready
to believe. Some day ask John; tell
him that I have broken my word; he
will tell you how truth was made a lie.
I realize now that I ought to have
stood iny -ground. I ought to have
nailed the lie then. But my proofs
were not such as would do away with
all doubts. And besides, when I saw
that vou had believed without giving
me the benefit of a doubt, I was angry.
And sc I left you. refusing to speak
one way or the other. John will tell
you. And if my cause is still in your
thought and you care to write, mail
your lptter to my bankers. They will
forward it. And if I should have the
happiness to be wanted, even if I am
at the ends of the world, I shall coma
to you.”
He folded it, then laid his head on
bis extended arms. A door opened and
closed, but his ear was dull. Then ev
erything became still. And all at once
he became conscious that something
was compelling him to raise his head.
He did so slowly.
“Patty!” he cried.
Patty did not move. Alas, she had
left all her great braverv at the thresh
old. What would he think of her?
“Patty!" he repeated.
"Yes." All the blood in her body
seemed to congest in her throat. "Are
—is it true that you are going to
Japan?” If he came a step nearer she
was positive that she would fall.
”Yo3, Patty; it is as true as I love
you. But let us not speak of that,”
sadly.
"Yes, yes! Let us speak of It!” a
wild despair in her voice and gesture.
"Let us speak of it, since I do nothing
but think of it. think of it; think of it.!
i Oh! I am utterly shameless, but I can
l not fight any longer. I have no longer
\ any pride. I should despise you, but I
i do not. I should hate you, but I can
not • • • No. no! Stay where you
are."
“Patty, do you love me?” There was
a note in his voice as vibrant as the
second string of a 'cello.
"Yes."
“Do you still believe that I am a
blackguard?”
"I care not what you are or what you
have been; nothing, nothing. It is only
, what you have been to me and what
you still are. Something is wrong;
1 something is terribly wrong; I know
not what it is. Surely God would not
let me love you as I do if you were not
worthy."
| “No.” he replied gravely; “God would
not do that.”
The tears rolled down Patty's cheeks,
but there was no sound,
i “Here. Patty; read this letter which
I was about to send you."
She accepted It dumbly. Then,
through her tears there came wonder
and joy and sunshine. When she had
done, he held out his hand for the
letter; but she smiled and shook her
head.
“No. Richard; this is my first love
letter."
THE END.
Anything to Oblige a Fere.
from the St. Louis Dispatch. '
The conductor of the old fashioned
slow-going London horse ’bus turned to
the driver.
"Look ’ere," he exclaimed disgusted
ly. "a bloke Just got in that wants yer
to pull up at the next ’ouse after the
fourth lamp post wot's got yeller
blinds."
“Orl rite—orl rite!" Jehu responded.
“People ain’t wearing out their boot
leather. I don't think. Just go an’ 'arsk
’im which part of the ’ouse Vd like to
be ilruv to—inter the parlor, wi' the
family, or hup to 'is room In the hat
tic _
The Minute Man.
From the Toledo Blade.
Tommy—My gran'pa wuz in th’ civil
war. an’ he lost a leg or arm in every
battle he fit In!
Johcny—Gee! How many battles was
Jte inf
Tommy—About 40.
The custom of using passports dates
bac.t tu the flrst crusade.
P UZZLE OF THE WOMAN
WITH A BANK ACCOUNT
From the New York World.
"I wonder,” remarked the bank cash
ier, "why so many women never learn
how to make out or indorse a check
properly. The numerical amount on the
date line, no date at all, the written
amount vfiere the name of the payee
should be written and the written and
printed amount to disagree at least 50
cents, any signature in any place—the
back of the check Is just as good as
anywhero else—and a sniff or a fuss if
the prematurely gray paying teller
dares to make a correction!”
‘JAnd the ladies, God bless ’em,”
added the president of one of the big
trust companies, "ail love to bank and
thoy are all at it. The generality of
them would rather have a bank ac
oeunt and have It overdrawn seven
cents than sport a solid silver purse
full of shining gold coin. ‘My bank'
are words that they linger over lovingly
and their elation knows no bounds
when a typewritten letter from the
cashier requests Mrs. X to call at the
bank in regard to her account, which
Is everdrnwn $3.33.
Only recently a prominent New York
woman upon receiving one of these no
tion from our bank, rushed in breath
Isaeiy, and confided to the cashier that
Bhe dfld not know any money was com
ing to her, for she thought she had
tnawn It all out, and she asked sweetly
Aiw she could get It. Should she make
a check for It or would the teller give
It to her if she presented the slip the
bank had sent her?
“Some women have a very satisfac
tory war, to themselves if not to the
bank officials of adding sufficient, funds
to their accounts to meet an overdraft.
Only a few days ago a lady who had
been notified that her account was
badly overdrawn, presented herself to
the cashier and asked just what she
must do to rectify the mistake. He
courteously explained to her that she
must deposit enough money in the
bank or a check large enough to cover
the amount due. Her face brightened
and she sighed as If a great load were
taken off ner mind, sat calmly down
and wrote a check for the amount due
and she drew' it upon the same account
and the same bank. She does not un
derstand to this day why the bank
would not accept It. Just give a woman
a check book and there is no telling to
what lengths she can and will go.”
It was suggested a few days ago,
during a discussion of the peculiar
banking methods of some women, that
If, perhaps, the banks forced the
women to use the same windows as
the men they would learn more about
the business transactions. The official
smiled an embarrassed sort of smile
and said, hesitatingly:
“Well, we really could not keep our
lady customers unless we provided sep
arate windows and rooms for them."
Being pressed for an explanation, he
explained that the rooms were made
necessary by the fact that so many
women persisted in carrying their
money hidden away and they had to
have seclusion far from the madding
crowd when they deposited or extracted
funds from their own particular purses.
Many amusing tales of women's
banking methods are told. An official
of one New York trust company said
a lady walked into his bank recently
and requested a loan of $500. She was
asked for her security—whether she
ottned property or land in the city. She
replied in the negative, whereupon
the official said that he was sorry, but
♦bey did not do business on such terms.
The lady was more than indignant and
insisted that he go out and look at the
sign on his building and then he would
very plainly see the word "trust.” She
guessed what that meant, because her
grocer trusted her and she never had
to give any security to him.
"New money,” not merely the sound
article Is often the cry, and woe to the
bank that is not prepared to hand out
fresh, crisp bills and newly minted coin
In return for a mixed up check. Some
women object to making out their own
deposit slips and refuse to understand
that the bank requests them to do it for
their own protection. A great many
women require the teller to make out
their checks. Not long ago a New York
bank had an amusing experience with
a new depositor. She confessed to the
teller that she did not know how to
make a check and he made it out for
her explaining as ho went along.* Then
he handed it to her saying ‘Sign,
madam, lower line, please.’ She took
the check and elivered the goods all
right, for when she returned it for pay
ment the check was signed “Lower
line" In a dainty hand.
On the Mondav after Christmas the
bank clerks at another bank tired after
recent festivities, returned to work. Al
most as soon as business opened a
young lady, beaming with evident
gratification, walked up to the counter
and presented a check.
The cashier took it and then handed
it politely back.
"Will you please Indorse it, madam?”
he said.
"Indorse it?” murmured the young
lady, puzzled.
"Yea, across the back, you know,”
replied the man too busy to notice her
bewilderment.
The lady carried the check to the
desk, laid ltfflce downward, and nib
bled the end of the pen thoughtfully
for several minutes. Then Inspiration
came, and with a triumphant hand she
wrote aoross the back.
"For Alice from mother, Christmas
1910.”
At another bank some months ago
a perfumed, crested note of a depositor
of the bank read: "Please stop pay
ment on check No. 197 as I have acci
dentally burned the same.” A depositor
at the same bank was notified that her
account was overdrawn, but still her
checks continued to pour in. When
they did not cease for four or five days
an official called her up on the tele
phone and told her that payment would
be stopped on her checks unless she
made her account good. She puffed
right up and said she would show him
that he was wrong and that she had
money In the bank. Half an hour later
she came down to the bank with her
check book and the explanation that
"she knew she was right for there
were at least half a dozen blank checks
left In the book.”
Another peculiarity Is the way some
women make out checks payable to
themselves. Where a man makes it
out to "cash” a woman makes It to
the order of Mary Brown, signs It
Mary Brown, and turns It over and in
dorses It "Mary Brown.”
KEEP HOUSE CLOSED
AND DARK HOT DAYS
Now that the hot weather has ar
rived, the good housewife realizes that
everything must be done to keep tho
house as cool as possible and she has
learned to do it scientifically. She airs
out tho whole place before the sun Is
high, and then closes it up for the day,
thus securely keeping in the cool air
of early morning. In a city where
brick and stone make the heat of mid
day particularly depressing, it is im
portant to do this, but unfortunately
most of the houses do not have blinds
or other means of shutting out the
sun.
Country houses with blinds may,
however, be kept delightfully cool on
even the hottest of "dog days,” and, as
many families are beginning to flock
to such comfortable quarters, a few
remarks on the subject may not be
amiss.
After airing the house close all the
blinds, but leave the windows open.
The shutters in the blinds should be
ehut tight on the sunny side, but left
partly open on the others to admit
stray breezes. Toward evening, all the
blinds should be flung open again.
Housewives who have not found this
plan satisfactory probably neglect to
close the blinds until the sun lias heat
ed the atmosphere. Or they may have
failed to ventilate sufficiently In the
morning. If every window in the house
had been thrown wide open, so that ev
cry room was filled with the cool, pur*
dry air of early morning, ahd if the
blinds had been closed before the sun
became hot, the house, instead of being
stuffy, would have seemed like a cool,
refreshing grotto to any one coming
in from tho tropical outdoor air at
noonday.
It is easy enough to keep a cool cel
lar throughout the summer if the win
dows in it are opened all night and
closed all day. With a grating over
each window there will be no trouble
from prowling cats and other nuis
ances.
Nowhere is coolness more Important
than in the bedroom, for in a hot, close
room it is impossible to sleep. The
bedrooms in many country places, par
ticularly tiny frame country cottages
and rambling, old fashioned houses,
have low ceilings that are close under
the attic or the roof, while often the
windows are not arranged so that
there is a good circulation of air. If
the roof is tinned it makes all the bed
rooms directly beneath it particularly 4
uncomfortable.
As an attic, if not properly ventilated
retains the beat after the sun has gone
down. It should be built with opposite
windows, so that a current of air may
pass through its whole length over the
bedroom ceiling.
The one and only room which should
not be closed in the heat of day is tho
kitchen, if one is burning wood or coal.
Where Do the Papers Get It?
Washington Letter to Brooklyn Eagl».
Until recently there was an aged ele
vator man who operated one of the
lifts in the house wing of the capltol.
Most of his passengers were either rep
resentatives or newspaper correspon
dents. The old man got to know all
of the correspondents very well and
always had a cheerful greeting for
them. It was often noticed, too, that
he seemed to be greatly interested in
their conversation.
One afternoon, as three of them
stepped out of the elevator, Sereno
Payne, of New York, stepped In. As
the car went down the old elevator
man turned and said—
"Mr. Payne, I can't understand about
those newspaper men. They puzzle
me."
“What's the trouble with them?”
asked Mr. Payne.
“Well, Mr. Payne, every day they ride
In this car one feller will turn to an
other and say. What do you know to
day.' And thfc other feller will an
swer, ‘Not a - thing. What do you
know?' Then the first feller will an
swer. 'Nothing.' And yet Mr. Payne,
the papers are Just full of news every
day. It beats me where they get it.”
“It beats me. too,” said Payne.
Disadvantages of Universal Peace.
From the New York World.
Although Prof. F. W. Moft, the cele
brated British pathologist, may not
care to be Identified aa an opponent of
the universal peace program, he suc
ceeded In one of his most recent lec
tures at the Royal Institution, London,
In presenting a powerful scientific ar
gument emphasizing the vital necessity
for occasional wars between nations.
Among other things he called attention
to thf" fact that the history of the world
sho "s that nations decay and die more
from the very enjoyment of peace,
prosperity and luxury tliaji from striv
ing and adversity.
"All through history," he says, "we
shall find that os among animals and
plants, so with man, the great struggle
has been In the same species, via., man
with man. So the evolution of mental
attributes, Intelligence, quickness of
perception, courage, memory and will
power have become gradually as essen
tial In tha struggle for existence and
-’-OT'nr-qtlon os longevity, resistance to
disease and physical strength. It Is the
brainy rather than the bulky that can
now survive and propagate.”
Professor Mott admits that during
the progress of wars there Is little op
portunity for knowledge and learning
to be displayed, yet if a nation pos
sesses ancestral stocks endowed with
inborn intellectual greatness. It is only
latent during those periods of national
stress, awaiting its opportunity of shin
ing- forth.
“This nation," he says, referring to
his own country, “impoverished by two
centuries of wars at home and abroad,
by famine and epidemic disease, threw
off the yoke of tyranny with the
Reformation, and following this ap
peared in England an unrivalled pe
riod of Intellectual development. Spen
cer, Milton, Shakespeare, Marlowe, Ba-1
con, Ben Jonson and a host of other
stars of lesser magnitude blazoned ^
to enlighten the world for all
time.”
;
Swimmmy iv«aoo easy.
It Is a mistake to assume that sw:m
mlng is difficult to learn because most
people learn but slowly and few swim
well. There Is a tribe of seaboard In
dians in South America who regard swim
ming as more necessary than running
and climbing and jumping. They live in
the water. They have no teachers. They
know what to do by instinct from In
fancy, the same as we know how to jump
and run. and serve as living proof of the
fact that swimming is not difficult.
Confidence is the first requisite. With
out it you cannot navigate in the water,
no matter how well you know the strokes,
any more than a person can master a
horse he is afraid of. I find that the
most natural way to establish confidence
is to show the beginner that the water is
very anxious to be on good terms with
him, that it is anxious to serve him hi
every possible manner; that It is a friend,
not a foe, if lie will hut glvo the water a
chaneo to show friendship. This can be
demonstrated very quickly by teaching
the floating position.
Smaller Sizes.
The Customer—I think these Louis XV.
heels are too high. Give me a size
smaller, please—or perhaps Louis XIII.
even would be high enough. 1