Far From Home.
Cecil Ryan, the baritone who la to
be presented this year in the new and
as yet unnamed operetta by Victor
Herbert, is an Australian.
“How far la Australia from New
York?” he was asked by a youthful
feminine admirer.
"Well,” he answered thoughtfully,
“I can’t tell you in exact miles, but
judging from the way I feel at the
present moment it is so far from here
that It would require about thirteen
dollars to send a postcard home.”
Cause of His Plight.
Mrs. Benham—Did you ever have
more money than you knew what to
do with?
Benham—I don’t remember it, but
I must have had, or I wouldn’t ha»e
got married.—Capitola Capital.
The dancing master may not have
to show his wife how to take steps for
a divorce.
WHITE PIMPLES ON HEAD
Ransom, 111.—"The trouble started
on our baby when he was only about
two weeks old. Started like little
white pimples, looked like an old scab
of blood and matter. His whole head
was covered for a few months, then It
went to his ear, shoulders, and his
whole body. It seemed to come out
thick and sticky on his head, while
on the other parts of his body it was
more like water coming out of the
skin. He would scratch until the erup
tion would be all covered with blood
and gradually spread. The least little
stir or rub would cause the sores to
bleed, spread and Itch. Never had a
full night’s sleep, restless all night
“The sores were horrid to look at.
It lasted until he was about two and a
half years old. Then we saw an ec
zema advertisement In the paper to
use-, but it did no good, Then
we used Cutlcura Soap and CutlcuH
Ointment. We put the Cutlcura OIntj
ment on thick at bed time and put a
tight hood on so he could not scratch
the sores. Then we washed it clean
with Cutlcura Soap and warm water
twice a day, and he was completely
cured.” (Signed) Mrs. E. F. Sulzber
ger, Dec. 30, 1911.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address
post-card ‘‘Cuticura, Dept L. Boston."
■ d ■ 11 w.
Mrs. Knicker—I m afraid those hor
rid men beat you at poker.
Knicker—No danger, my dear; they
eat from my hand.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
Infants and children, and see that It
Bears the
Signature of |
In Use For Over 30 fears.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
A satisfactory wife tells her hus
band that she could not possibly have
married better than she did.
To remove nicotine from the teeth,
disinfect the mouth and purify the
breath after smoking, Paxtino is a
boon to all. At druggists, 25o a box
or sent postpaid on receipt of price by
The Paxton Toilet Co., Boston, Mass.
On the ocean of life it is a case of
sink or swim with a large portion of
the floating population.—Philadelphia
Bulletin.
Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces lnflamma*
tion, allays pain, cures wind colic. 35c a bottle.
This time of year, in order to have
your innings, you ought to have your
outings.
RECORD OF A
6RE1T MEDICINE
Doctors Could Not Help Mrs*
T empleton—Regained
Health through Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Compound.
Hooper, Nebraska.—"I am very glad
to tell how Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound has helped me. For five yean
1 suffered from female troubles so I was
scarcely able to do my work. I took doc
tors’ medicines and used local treatments
but was not helped. I had such awful
bearing down pains and my back was so
weak I could hardly walk and could not
ride. I often had to sit up nights to sleep
and my friends thought I could not livs
long. At my request my husband got
me a bottle of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg
etable Compound and I commenced to
take it By the time I had taken the
seventh bottle my health had returned
and I began doing my washing and was a
well woman. Atone time for three weeks
I did all the work for eighteen boarders
with no signs of my old trouble return
ing. Many have taken your medicine
after seeing what it did for me. I would
not take $1000 and be where I was. You
have my permission to use my name if
It will aid anyone.’’—Mrs. Susie Tem
pleton, Hooper, Nebraska.
ThePinkham record is a proud and peer
less one. It is a record of constant vic
tory over the obstinate ills of woman—ills
that deal out despair.
It is an established
fact that Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegeta
ble Compound has re
stored health to thou
sands of such suffer
' ing women. Why
don’t you try it if you
Beedsuch a medicine?
THE HEART OF A WOMAN
BY BARONESS ORCZY.
Author of “The Scarlet Pimpernel,” “Petticoat Rule,” Etc.
------
SYNOPSIS.
The story opens In Brussels. Louis
Harris, a charming English girl of fam
ily. friends and wealth, while absently
walking along the Boulevard Waterloo in
a November rain, runs Into a tragedy.
A man is found murdered in a taxi
cab; his companion who had left the cab
some time before and told the chauffeur
to drive to a certain address, had disap
peared and is unknown.
The scene shifts to London. Luke de
Mountford, Louisa's affianced, the nephew
and heir of the eccentric and wealthy
Lord Radcliffe Is In trouble. An alleged
direct hell-, the unknown son of another
brother, has notified Lord Radcliffe of his
claims. The old man, passionately fond
of Luke, claims that he lias examined ths
papers and that the claimant is an -m
poster.
Suddenly the alleged Phillip de Mount
ford appears in London. After a short in
terview with Lord Radcliffe his claims
are recognized and he is Installed as heir.
Without explanation Luke is practically
disowned. Phillip seems to exert unlim
ited influence over Lord Radcliffe which
puzzles his friends and defies Investiga
tion. Lord Radcliffe will explain to no
one.
A year has passed since the tragedy In
Brussels. Suddenly It is repeated lit every
detail in London. The victim is Phillip
de Mountford. Every circumstance and
a very apparent motive points to the dis
placed nephew. Luke as the murderer.
In vain, Louisa, in her blind faith, tried
to prove Luke Innocent. Every Investiga
tion brightens the chains of evidence. At
the coroner's Inquest the startling devel
opment that the murdered man Is not
Phillip de Mountford but a common
scoundrel denounced by his father and
mother, who identified the body as their
son, only complicates the situation. It
does not In the least upset the appalling
proofs of Luke's guilt. A warrant Is Is
sued for his arrest but because of his
station In life the police secretly warn
him to leave the country before the war
rant Is served. This he prepares to do.
Louisa sees him and asks him pointedly
for the truth. IIQ confesses his guilt.
CHAPTER XXII—(Continued.)
"They say,” continued Luke quietly,
"that Philip was killed by the thrust
of a sharp dagger or stiletto, right
through the neck. Well, where Is that
dagger? Have they found it? Or
traced it to its owner?"
Then as Colonel Harris was still si
lent he reiterated once more:
“Did Sir Thomas tell you if they had
found the weapon?"
And Colonel Harris nodded and mur
mured:
"Yes."
“Actually found the weapon?" insist
ed Luke.
"Yes ’*
"Where?”
“Behindw the railings—in Green Park
—close to Hyde Park corner."
"Was It a stiletto? Or a dagger? Or
what?"
"It was a stick with a dagger fitting
into it. A snakewood stick. It was
covered with mud and—other stains.”
There was silence in the room now
for the space of a few brief seconds.
A silence solemn and full of meaning.
All through this rapid succession of
questions and answers between Colo
nel Harris and Luke, Louisa had kept
her eyes fixed upon the younger man’s
face and sunlight Indifference at pos
sible danger alternating with impati
ence at the singular obstinacy of his ac
cusers. Throughout this time the face
she knew so well, mirrored that perfect
calm which she understood and ad
mired, since It was the reflex of a
calm, untroubled soul.
But now there came a change In the
face; or rather not in the face but in
the soul behind It. The change came
at Colonel Harris's last words; a
change so subtle, so undetermined, that
she was quite sure her father had not
perceived it. But movement there was
none; one mere, almost inperceptible,
quiver of the eyelids—nothing more.
The mouth beneath the slight fair
moustache had not trembled, the brow
remained smooth, the breath came and
went as evenly as before.
But the change was there, neverthe
less! The gray tint Just round the eyes,
the stony look In the pupils themselves
a tiny speck of moisture round the
wing of each nostril. Colonel Harris
had not looked at Luko whilst he spoke
of the stick. He was staring straight
in front of him, hardly conscious of the
silence which had .cast a strange and
mystic spell on these three people
standing here in the banal atmosphere
of a London hotel.
It was Luke who broke the silence.
He said quite quitely asking the ques
tions as if It related to a most trivial,
most Indifferent matter:
“Did Sir Thomas show you the
stick?”
The colonel nodded In acquiescence.
"It was my stick, I suppose?
The query was so sudden, so unex
pected that Colonel Harris instinctive
ly uttered an exclamation of amaze
ment.
"Luke! By God, man! Are you
mad?"
Louisa said nothing. She was trying
to understand the un-understandable.
Luke almost smiled at the other man’s
bewilderment.
"No, sir,” he said, "not mad I think.
I only want to know how I stand.”
“How you stand, man?" ejaculated
Colonel Harris with uncontrolled ve
hemence. "Great Heavens, don’t you
realize that here is some damned con
spiracy as mysterious as it is damn
able, and that you will have to look this
seriously in the face, if you don’t wish
to find yourself in the dock before the
next four and twenty hours?”
"I am," replied Luke simply, “looking
the matter squarely in the face, sir, but
I don't quite see how I can avoid stand
ing in the dock as you say, before the
hext four and twenty hours. You see
I had quarrelled with Philip, and my
stick—which contained a dagger—was
found in the park, covered with mud,
as you say, and other stains.”
"But hang it all, man, you did not
murder your cousin.”
This was not a query but an asser
tion. Colonel Harris’s loyalty had not
wavered, but he could not contrive to
keep the note of anxiety out of his
voice; nor did he reiterate the asser
tion when Luke made no answer to it.
Once more the latter passed his hand
over the back of his head. You know
that gesture. It is so English! and al
ways denotes a certain measure of per
turbation. Then he said with seeming
irrelevance:
"I suppose I had better go now."
His eyes sought Louisa's, trying to
read what she thought and felt. Imag
ine the awful moment! For he loved
her as you know, with that intensity
of passion of which a nature like his—
almost cramped by perpetual self-con
tainment—is alone capable. Then to
have to stand before her wondering
what the next second would reveal,
hardly daring to exchange fear for cer
titude, because of whai that certitude
might be.
He sought her eyes and had no diffi
culty in finding them. They had never
wandered away from his face. To him
—the ardent worshipper—those eyes of
hers had never seemed so exquisitely
luminous. He read her soul then and
there as he would a book. A soul full
of trust and brimming over with com
passion and with love. Colonel Harris
was loyal to the core; he clung to his
loyalty, to his belief in Luke as h?
would to a rock, fearful lest he should
flounder in a maze of wonderment, of
surmises, of suspicions. God help him!
But in Louisa even loyalty was sub
merged in a sea of love. She cared
nothing about suspicions, about facts,
about surmises. She had no room in
her heart for staunchness; it was all
submerged in love.
There was no question, no wonder
ment, no puzzle in the eyes which met
those of Luke. You see she was Just a
very ordinary kind of woman.
AH she knew was that she loved
Luke; and ail that she conveyed to
him by that look was Just love.
Only love.
And love—omnipotent, strange and
capricious love—wrought a curious
miracle then. For Colonel Harris was
present in the room, mind you, a third
—if not an altogether indifferent—party
there where at this moment these two
should have been alone.
It was Colonel Harris’ presence in
the room that transformed the next
instant into a wonderful miracle; for
Luke was down on his knees before
his simple-souled Lou. She had yielded
her hand to him and he had pressed
an aching forehead against the deli
cately perfumed palm.
In face of that love which she had
given him he could only worship; and
would have been equally ready to wor
ship before the whole world. And
therein lay the miracle. Do you not
agree, you who know Englishmen of
that class and stamp? Can you con
ceive one of them falling on his knees
save at the bidding of omnipotent
love, and by the miracle which makes
a man forget the whole world, defy the
whole world, give up the whole world,
driven to defiance, to forgetfulness, to
self sacrifice, for the sake of the tor
turing. exquisite moments of transcen
dental happiness?
—- afisenw.
CHAPTER XXIII.
WHY ALE THIS MYSTERY?
I have often smiled myself at the
recollection of Luke de Mountford
walking that self-same afternoon with
Louisa Harris up and down the long
avenue of the Ladies’ Mile; the self
same Luke de Mountford who had
knelt at his Lou's feet in humble grat
itude for the love she cave him; the
self-same Luke de Mountford who
stood under suspicion of having com
mitted a dastardly and premeditated
murder.
The puppets were once more dan
gling on the string of convention. They
liad readjusted their masks and sunk
individuality as well as sentiment in
the whirlpool of their world’s opinion.
Louisa had desired that Luke should
come with her to the park, since con
vention forbade their looking at chrys
anthemums in the Temple gardens, on
the day that Philip de Mountford lay
dead in the mortuary chamber of a
London police court; but everybody
belonging to their own world would be
in the park on this fine afternoon. And
yet, the open air, the fragrance of
spring flowers in the formal beds,
would give freedom to the breath;
there would not reign the oppressive
atmosphere of tea-table gossip; the
early tulips bowing their stately heads
would suggest aloofness and peace.
And so they went together for a
walk in the park, for she had wished
it, and he would have followed her
anywhere she had bidden him to go.
He walked beside her absolutely un
conscious of whisperings and gossip
which accompanied them at every step.
"I call It bad form,’’ was a very usual
phrase enunciated by many a rouged
lip curled up in disdain.
This was hurled at Louisa Harris.
The woman, in such cases, always con
trives to get the lion’s share of con
tempt.
"Showing herself about with that
man now! I call it vulgar.’’
"They say he’ll be arrested directly
after the inquest tomorrow. I have it
on unimpeachable authority.”
"Oh! I understand that he has been
arrested already,” asserted a lady
whose Information was always a de
lightful mixture of iresponsible vague
ness and lirm conviction.
“How do you mean?”
"Well, you see, he Is only out on—
what do they call it?—I mean he has
had to give his word that he won’t run
away—or something. I heard Herbert
say something about that at lunch—
oh! what lovely tulips! I dote on that
rich coppery red, don't you?”
“Then does he go about in Black
Maria escorted by a policeman?”
“Probably."
This somewhat more vaguely, for the
surmise was doubtful.
OU1 UllOC VV4WJ UUUUUUl.
"I can’t understand Louisa Harris,
can you?”
"Oh. she thinks it’s unconventional
to go about with a murderer. She only
does It for notoriety.”
But the Countess of Flintshire, who
wrote novels and plays under the ele
gant nom de plume of Maria Annun
zlata, was deeply interested in Luke
and Louisa, and stopped to talk to
them for quite a considerable time. She
said she wanted "to draw Luke de
Mountford out.” So interesting to get
the impressions of an actaul murderer,
you know.
The men felt uncomfortable. Eng
lishmen always do when the uncon
ventional hovers about In their neatly
ordered atmosphere. Common sense—
in their case—whispered loudly, Insist-'
ing that this man in the Sackvllle
street clothes, members of their own
clubs, by Jove! could not Just be a
murderer! Hang it all! Harris would
not allow his daughter to go about with
a murderer!
So they raised their hats as they
passed by Louisa Harris and said,
"Hello! How de do?” to Luke quite
with a genial smile.
But Luke and Louisa allowed all this
world to wag on its own irresponsible
way. They were not fools, they knew
their milieu. They guessed all that
was being said around them and all
that remained unspoken. They had
come here purposely in order to see
and to be seen, to be gossiped about,
to play the role of puppet before their
world as long as life lasted, and whilst
Chance and Circumstance still chose
to hold up the edifice of their own po
sition of their consideration, mayhap
of their honor.
The question of the crime had not
been mooted between them again;
after the understanding, the look from
her to him, and his humble gratitude
on his knees, they had left the mystery
severely alone. He had nothing to
say, and she would never question,
content that she would know in good
time; that one day she would under
stand what was so un-understandable
Just now.
Colonel Harris alone was prostrated
with trouble. Not that he doubted
Luke, but like all sober-sensed Eng
lishmen he loathed a moral puzzle.
Whilst he liked and trusted Luke, he
hated the mystery which now met him
at every turn, Just as much as he hated
the so-called problem plays which alien
critics try to foist on an unwilling
Anglo-Saxon public.
He would have loved to hear I-uke's
voice saying quite frankly:
“Of course I did not kill my cousin,
I give you my word, colonel, that I am
incapable of such a thing,"
That Was the only grievance which
the older man of the world had against
the younger one. The want of frank
ness worried him. Luke was innocent,
of course; but, d—n It, why didn’t he
say so?
And how came that accursed stick
behind the railings of the park?
CHAPTER XXIV.
A HERD OF CACKLING GEESE.
When at 10 o'clock the -next morning
Louisa Harris entered the Victoria
coroner's court accompanied by her
father, the coroner and Jury were Just
returning from the mortuary at the
back of the building whither they had
gone, In order to look upon the dead.
Already the small room was
crowded to Its utmost holding capac
ity. Louisa and Colonel Harris had
some difficulty In making their way
through the groups of Idlers who filled
every corner of the gangway.
The air was hot and heavy with the
smell of the dust of ages which had
gathered in the nooks and crannies of
this dull and drabby room. It mingled
with irritating unpleasantness with
the scent of opoponax or heliotrope
that emanated front lace handkerchiefs,
and with the pungent odors of smelling
salts ostentatiously held to delicate
noses.
Louisa, matter-of-fact, commonplace
Louisa looked around at these unac
customed surroundings with the same
air of seml-Indifferent interest with
which she would have viewed a second
rate local music hall, had she unac
countably drifted lno one through cur
iosity or desire.
She saw a dull, drabby paper on the
wall, and dull, drabby hangings to the
single window, which was set very
high, close to the celling; the latter
once white wished was now covered
with uneven coatings of grime.
In the center of the room, a long
table littered at one end with papers
tied up in bundles of varying bulk,
with pieces of pink tape, also a blot
ting pad, pen, Ink and paper—more
paper—the one white note In the uni
form harmony of drabby brown; and
in among this litter that encumbered
the table a long piece of green baize
covering a narrow formless something,
which Liu If a supposed would be re
vealed Tn due course.
On each side of the table were half
a dozen chairs of early Victorian de
sign upholstered In leather that had
once been green. To these chairs a
dozen men were even now making their
way, each taking his seat In solemn
silence; men In overcoats and with
velvet collars somewhat worn at the
back of the neck—it seemed to Louisa
as if they were dressed in some kind
of unifrom so alike did their clothes
appear. She looked at their faces as
they filed in—haggard faces, rubicund,
Jolly faces, faces which mirrored sus
picion, faces which revealed obstinacy,
the whole of middle class England per
sonified in these typical 12 men all
wearing overcoats with shabby velvet
collars, who were to decide today how
and when Philip de Mountford, heir
presumptive to the Earl of Radclyffe,
had been done to death.
Louisa and her father were able at
last to reach the fore-front of the
crowd, where chairs had been reserved
for them Immediately facing the table,
at the farther end of which the coro
ner sat. Louisa recognized Mr. Humph
reys, one of Mr. Dobson’s clerks, who
did his best to make her and Colonel
Harris comfortable. Farther on sat
Mr. Davies, who had been Philip de
Mountford’s solicitor when he had first
desired an interview with Lord Rad
clyffe. Louisa knew him by sight—
Luke had on one occasion pointed him
out to her.
Luke and Mr. Dobson were even now
making their way to the same group
of seats. They had—like the Jury and
the coroner—been In the mortuary to
have a last look at the murdered man.
Louisa thought thai Luke looked years
older than he had done yesterday. She
saw him standing for a moment right
against the dull, drabby background of
the court room wall; and It seemed
as If something of the drabbiness had
descended upon his soul. Youth
seemed to have gone out of him. He
appeared to he looking out onto a
dreary world through windows ob
scured by grime.
There was a look not so much of
dejection as of absolute hopelessness
in the face. No fear, or anxiety—only
a renunciation. But this was only for
one moment; the next he had caught
sight of her, and the look of blank
dejection In his eyes suddenly gave
place to one of acute and Intolerable
pain. The face which usually was so
calm and placid in its impassive mask
of high-bred indifference was almost
distorted by an expression of agony
which obviously had been quite beyond
control.
The whole thing was of course a
mere flash, less than a quarter of a
second perhaps In duration, and already
Luke was Just as he had had always
been: a correct, well-born English gen
tleman, perfect in manner, perfect In
attitude and bearing, under whatever
circumstances Fate might choose to
ulace him.
(Continued Next Week.)
A Striking Series of Dates.
From the New York World.
Anybody who is inclined to be politically
superstitious Is invited to consider this
curious chain of events in the history of
the republican party and its ancestors:
Twenty years ago, 1892, was the year of
the great populiBt bolt which defeated
Harrison and elected Cleveland.
Twenty years before that, 1872, was the
year of the liberal republican bolt which
failed to defeat Grant but which cost the
republicans the House of Representatives
in 1874 and led to the Tilden campaign of
1876.
Twenty years before that, 1862, was the
year the whig party went down to its
death. It was the destruction of the whig
party that brought about the organization
of the republican party.
Twenty years before that, 1832, the na
tional republican party collapsed, and the
whig party was built upon its ruins.
Twenty years before that, 1812, the fed
eralist party made its last formidable ap
pearance in a national campaign.
It is a striking series of dates: 1812—
1832-1852-1872-1892—1912.
His Idea.
From the Baltimore American.
“That trust magnate has a singularly
fitting idea of his new abode."
“How?"
“He told the architect he wanted An
octupus shaped room for his living
room.”
Lengthy Cough.
From the London Standard,
“The tiger came toward me, bellow
ing and grunting, and when he got op
posite the screen he gave one of those
fearful coughs which only a man who
has been close to such a beast can ap
preciate. It was 11 feet long."
A beauty expert says slapping the
face is good for the complexion. House
hold economy dictates a radical change
in the method of spanking girl babies
so that they may grow up with no
need of the costly ministrations of the
beauty doctor.—Louisville Courier
Journal.
Of the population of Hawaii ther«
are nearly three times more Japanese
than Hawalians.
NEW 1 MMING FOR
OL MTS ARTISTIC
Thrifty Young Women Can Gel
Ideal Effects By Using Net,
Lace, Linen Or Ratine.
The midsummer fad of coverlni
straw hats with net, lace, ratine, linen
silk or satin, appeals to the thrifts
young woman who has kept her be
coming hats over from last summer
It takes little skill In millinery to con
vert these leftovers into the lates'
thing in headgear, according to an ex
change.
As It Is one of the features of thli
fashion that part of the straw may b*
covered and the rest left plain, a clevei
girl can easily decide how to adapt th<
covering scheme to the hat In hand
For instance, if the crown of a whitf
chip hat has been badly burned by the
summer sun, over it goes a covering oi
material thick enough to hide the ob
jectionable crown.
Taffeta, satin, moire or chiffon cloth
is excellent for this purpose if the hat
is Intended for dressy wear. I.inea
ratine or any of the fancy printed cot
tons would be the choice for a hat of e
more practical type.
If the edge of the brim has beer
burned past redeeming it may be cov
ered with a fold or a puff to match thf
crown. Even with this substantial cov
ering should the defects still be notice
able. the remaining portions of straw
may bo covered with tightly stretched
net or with plaitings of lace, according
to the whim of the wearer.
Fancy mesh veiling is used foi
stretching over straw hats, but this is
of little service In hiding a discolored
straw. When plaited lace Is used. It Is
as effectual as a fabric In concealing
straws that have become discolored.
A covered hat recently concocted by
a home milliner was of white chip, the
crown and upper part of the brim hav
ing been sunburned past recovery. As
the under part of the brim was still
good the repairs were confined to the
crown, upper brim and edge.
PARTY SUGGESTION
FOR LITTLE FOLKS
Madame Merri This Week Out
lines Plan Based On the Story
Of the Pot Of Gold.
BY MADAME MERRI.
From our earliest childhood we have
heard of the pot of gold at the end
of the rainbow, and many of us are
still In quest of It. Remembering this,
a mother planned a pleasing novelty
when she asked 14 guests to her little
daughter's birthday picnic, which was
held on the lawn from "3 to 6". She
had made a canopy In the rainbow
colors; red, orange, yellow, green, blue,
Indigo, violet, from strips of cloth, un
der which the basket luncheon was
served. Then she provided beanbags
In the same colors, with a board con
taining three different-sized openings,
Into which the bags were thrown. This
board was very much like an Ironing
board, one end elevated about three
feet, the other resting on the ground.
The large opening counted 16, the next
ten and the smallest one five; the game
was to see who could make the best
score with the seven bags. This
amused the children for some time, as
each one of the 14 had to have a turn.
Next there was a soap bubble blowing
contest. A net made from seven nar
row rainbow-hued strips of tarlatan
was stretched and securely faitenod.
The children were divided Into sides,
seven In each, and all given pipes tied
with a bow made from the seven col
ors of baby ribbon. The stunt was for
the first seven to try to blow bubbles
over the net, the other side trying to
prevent them going over by fanning
them back with little palm leaf fans
or breaking them with their pines. The
blowers were placed about four feet
from the net and the “fanners" an
equal distance on the other side. The
game was to see which side could blow
over 10 bubbles. There was a time
keeper, or rather an umpire.
The most fun of all was when the
hostess gave each child a sand shovel
and told them to dig for the pot of
gold. There was a fine big sandplle
and the cbi’dren went vigorously to
work. Many treasures had been bur
led, but the finder of a small gilded
pot was to be the lucky mortal, and
a wee rosebud maiden of six was the
fortunate one. The “pot” contained
chocolate bon-bons wrapped In gilt
paper. They were the little flat choco
lates about the size of a cent. The
children were delighted with the sup
per, which was dalntly packed In
baskets.
SNAKES BLOCK TRAFFIC;
HELP1 PIG IS A SUICIDE
Wlnsted, Conn.—Snakes are Interfer
ing with the attendance upon church
meetings in Bakersville. Since the
drought began the reptile* come down
from the mountain* to drink and get so
water-logged they He stretched across
the dust-covered roads, blocking traffic.
Borne of the snakes are as large around
as a man’s arm, and horses, as well as
men, are afraid of them, consequently
midweek churchgoers have an excuse
to stay at home—they’re making use
of It.
Thomas Lovely, of Lee, Is showing a
black woodchuck which his dog chased
up a tree. Lovely dislodged the chuck
by shaking the tree and killed It with
a club.
Superintendent C. M. Shine, of the
state bird farm In Windsor, thinks re
morse or the heat caused one of his
young pigs to commit suicide. He
found the missing porker dead In a
brook, head downward.
Allan Blssell, of Bantam, captured a
54-pound turtle In Bantam lake after
a hard struggle. He was In a boat
gathering water lilies when he got hold
of the turtle by the tall, but before he
succeeded In landing It he had been
pulled overboard and towed a consider
able distance.
A propensity to seek the shades of
learning was fatal to 83 snakes the oth
er day when Elmer Thompson, Dewey
Thompson, Earl Bnowberger and Harry
Stouffer came across them In a stone
wall of an old school house near Old
Forge. The boys piled clubs until all
were dead. The snakes were variable
lengths, ranging from one foot to six
feet. All were black except three,
which were of the house snake variety.
Tho massacre* was so complete that
no rrptlles are left In the vicinity of ;
Old Forge._ _
An attempt made In Mnlne on the
Fourth of Julv to celebrate It by mak- ,
In* a rooster drunk, by feeding him |
bread soaked in whisky, failed utter
ly, He woo evidently used to prohibi
tion ways.
Result of the Primary.
It had been a hard day at the pol^a.
The addition of nearly a thousand
women's votes to the poll made the
counting a prolonged proposition.
“Well, James,” said Mrs. Walllcky,
as her husband returned from hi*
arduous labor* as a teller, "how did
the vote go?"
| "Nine hundred and two votes for
BUdad, seven hundred and fifty-three
for Slathers, eight recipes for tomato
ketchup, four wash lists and a milli
ner’s bill," said Walllcky. "It was a
mighty interesting vote.”—Judge.
Incredible.
"Cholly told me solemnly yesterday
that he once had a brainstorm.”
"Pooh, pooh I I’d Just as soon be
lieve that a Jelly fish could have the
backache.”
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beef—some veal loaf or coined
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Or, here’s an idea—a Libby
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Libby's Otivss or 5naf Chorkins
Libby's ConoJBoof
Libby's VsalLoaf ChUi Com Como
Pvtatoos Am Grotin
Libbys Aspararas
And then fust top oC
with Libby's Fruits or
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surprised how economical n
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