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No Rest—No Peace
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A STERLING NOVEL OF THE GREAT
MIDDLE WEST
f MIDJANDERS
Charles Tewiey Jackson
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Keeper etc. etc.
Copy right, H12, Tbo Bobbo Merrifl Company.
CHAPTER XII— (Continued).
"Miss Lindstrom." put In Morris
Feldman, “believe me—don’t listen to
these here playwrights. Mr. Gratz. the
stage manager, will see you’re coached.
Were going to take you to Dubuque
tomorrow, and Miss Norman, she’ll help
you, and don’t get cold feet on this.
We're out to grab tho one night stands
while tho Jay towns are still talking
about you. and we don't care much
what tiie play is."
“Hut remember." warned young Mr.
Hanbury, "any time you don't know
what else to do—faint. Then we’ll jump
the mob on. pull a quick curtain, and
the hicks out in front will think it's
great. And Gratz will blow up some
thing off stage. You see—” went on tile
playwright confidently. "I wrote the
piece that way—loose!”
"But, oh. Mr. Hanbury! When they
find out I can't act—”
"Miss Lindstrom," put In Morris
Feldmvo complacently, "they'll never
find It out until we’ro beating it to the
next town."
"Beat it In and grab the money, and
beat it out—” corrected Angel Hen Mc
Fetridge joyously.
"Just n 1oy ride all the way.” chir
ruped Angel Ben scraphically.
The future star seemed dazed. She
bit tho end of her frayed little glove.
Wiley Curran looked nervously at her:
■"Hen," he said sadly, "this Is simply
awful!”
“I guess it is. Worse than cow tracks.
But the rubes are just spoiling to he
stung. And now we’re all going to
have lunch at tho Mctronolo to meet
Miss Norman. We’ro going to advance
Miss Lindstrom $100 so sho can get
some traveling clothes. Maybe"—he
added delicately—“she’d like to shop
this morning."
One hundred dollars for clothes! She
looked helplessly at Mr. Curran. But
here was Angel Hen McFetrldge calmly
counting out tho bills. Sho didn’t know
what to do—she sat fingering and star
ing. And then she murmured some
thanks and was nut in tho sunlight
with Wiley, blinded by tho effulgence
of the money und Its magic.
The conspirators back In the lobby
looked after her. "Nice girl." sighed
young Mr. Hanbury. "Got me dippy.”
"Young man," warned Ben, “you ain't
no playwright when wo get started—
you’re only tho advance man. Don’t
let her worry you. You blow over to
the Mercury-Journal and slip ’em half
a column. And slip in something about
me and Hen cleaning up $l.r>,000 yester
day on Tulare oil up five points. It
treads good."
Morris Feldman’s calf like face was
put through the box office window:
‘Now, easy on tills oil talk with the
papers. Wo'ro troupin' now. and don’t
flueer tho show.’
And after the McFetrldge twins had
.gone. Mr. Morris Feldman hunched
young Mr. Hanbury In the ribs. "Don't
got so sloppy about tho girl before these
two fatheads from California. Keep off
their route. Let ’em unhusk. What we
want Is for ’em to loosen right down
to their shoo tacks.”
Young Mr. Hanbury sighed. He was
tar too young to write plays even if
be was sporting critic of the Dubuque
Register. "But they can't have the
girl,” he murmured, "I’m dippy about
her. Morris, she's going to be it! I’m
■tuck on her. Morris.” He took out the
•econd act and looked over It and
•igh again—"Ain’t you?”
’In a month.” answered Morris sol
emnly. “soon ns she gets to know how
to wear the clothes these two blobs
from California are going to buy. that
girl Is going to pull the whole show
sway from Norman—act or no net!"
And the next day they went away
In a chair car up the valley: nine of
them, tho two angels In red neckties,
the playwright, tho manager, the stage
director, the second woman, the lead
ing man. the Juvenile, tho heavy and
the star. The actors were all very
pleasant, which was right, seeing that
they had been stranded In Earlvllle for
s week and none of them could get
their baggage out of the hotels until
the McFetridges advanced tho money.
«o they were all very pleasant, the sec
ond woman chewing gum and reading
• dramatic review, and calling Aurelie,
'"Dearie". The rest of the histrions
sprawled about over the seats, rnthor
unslmven and dowdy; while the heavy
man told Aurelie all about his wife and
two babies, and the petunias they raised
In a window box last summer when
they were playing stock In Toledo. And
by and by, for he knew she had had
ber salary advanced, and no one else
had. he confidently borrowed $2. And
that night the pink cheeked Juvenile
told her about the hit he made In Den
ver In summer stock, only now he was
crazy to get back to Broadway and sign
up with Frohmnn, and he borrowed $2.
And the next day after tho reading
rehearsal, when the others were there,
from Chicago, and they all sat forlorn
ly on boxes and wheezy chairs on the
cold dark stage, listening to young Mr.
Hanbury read "The Beauty Winner";
•while carpenters mauled and ham
mered in front of the curtain, the lead
ing man came to Miss Lindstrom. He
was gently humorous, oven with his
Bad eyes; and he said apologetically:
"Miss Lindstrom. you know my wife?
Yes—that girl In gray—Miss Frazier.
Well, you know I sent her every cent
her every cent I had to come and Join
us and she had to leave every rag
she's got In a North State street board
ing bouse. You see the poor kid’s beer
up against It all season since 'The
Rounders" failed. Well. I—don’t know
any of these people, or the McFetridges
or I wouldn’t ask you • • « but could
you let us have $10 till pay day?"
He saw her eyes flush with sudder
•tears, and she gave him $20. and a smib
that haunted him all the Kray day’!
■work. She knew so well how It was
‘I-ittle Kiri,” he whispered softly, “\vt
are a bunch of hard troupers, but yoi
made a hit with us. You don’t neet
■no prize face—you'll do!”
CHAPTER XIII.
HR. CURRAN ALSO HAS A \TSIOh
The brown and stately autumn fade'
to the first bleak coat of winter. Th
hills grew clearer In outline, and ove
the sycamore, elm and Unwood, patche
of the distant river showed. One sa\
lonely roads rising from the black bot
toms to the gashed bluffs where sum
mer had robed this nakedness in greei
and down these came the farm wagon
miring under loads of yellow grain. A
the cribs the droning shelters’ son
mingled with the roar of the quarr
crusher, and this not unpleuslng du
of Industry was In the village's eai
week long. Every one was autum
busy, what with the husking, the ho*
killing, the spreading of fertilizer an
th’e hauling of wood.
Curran was busied also with a rut
of holiday Job printing. He shorten*
Us editorials and stole personal* Wo
exchanges to have time for this bread
and-butter work. Janet found him so
when she came In with the program
of the county teachers’ Institute. He
declined to print It before Thanksgiv
ing. "But the News does need the
money!” he concluded. “For, Janet,
the News Is going to run for congress!"
He was happy as a boy over It. He
had been seeing a number of people,
he assured her. "Surprised ’em! It
seemed quite a novel idea! But do you
know it’s much as aunty says. For
SO years the News has given columns—
free advertising and ticket printing to
every church fair, raffle, oyster supper
and what-not In the county—boosted
all the benefits and lodges, welcomed
the labor unions over around Earlvilie,
pleaded for the farmers' co-operative
association, and all that—and never
asked a thing from any one. And now
when I go to these men—just the run
of workaday men—and tell them I'm
going Into the primary against Jim
Hall, they look surprised and then say:
'Why, of courso, Wiley!' Just as if we
all ought to have thought of it before!"
"Of course!” she smiled gravely.
"What did I tel! you?” And she did not
subdue the pride in her voice.
He was cleaning his hands of the
printer's Ink to go up the hill to his
supper, talking eagerly all the time.
Janet must come up and see the new
window boxes he had made for Aunt
Abby’s primroses, working nights and
between times; and presently she found
herself, ns of old, going with him
laughingly up the path back of the
shop.
“I'm not a dead failure!” he declared.
"If only a man comes to have a sense
of his place and work somehow things
appear brilliantly easy. You see, be
fore, I never stopped to Inquire any
thing. Life appears simple enough to
a man who has but two shirts—he
takes off one and puts on the other!
And that's all I've been doing here In
Home, Janet—till now.”
"And now?” Her serene glance was
on him as they reached the crest by the
fence. He suddenly caught her hand
and lifted It to point away over the
town, the twilight country, the veiled
Immensity of night. Here, there, a
lamp shone In a house; distantly a light
twinkled, and far off on the still land
one caught yet another.
“Their homes," Wiley whispered—
"theirs! The people whom you wish
me to go to—the rough-coated and si
lent farmers driving into town, tolling
away, but thinking, too. You wanted
me to go among them, tell them that I
—Curran of the News, was of them, and
would fight for them if they would let
him! That what they believed in and
honored, ho believed In and honored.
Janet. I stop here every night on my
way up from the shop and draw in
the air—this fine air of the country,
and watch the lights come out in those
far-off farms on the hillsides, and a
vision comes to me of them all—their
homes and lives and destinies. I see
It all and understand, and it’s as if
they were calling me—as If there were
work and place for me!"
Janet nodded slowly. Her fond smile
came. ,So well she knew him! It had
to be that way with him—an appeal to
his imagination, his heart, his unde
featable and simple romance. Well, so
good. She would he practical for him;
she would find the way. He stopped
now with a sudden rueful curiosity.
"What's this I hear about you being
asked to go out and speak in the na
tional campaign for women's suffrage
—the big fight in some of the states?”
"I was asked.” Janet looked away.
It hnd been an anticipation come true.
She had had her eyes on wider hori
zons; she had felt the supreme pleasure
of efficiency, of power recognized. She
went on calmly: "But I declined It,
Wiley, this year."
He was watching her face In the
dusk. “I know why,” he retorted
abruptly. "It was to stay here and
help me.”
"Yes.”
He wns spent. Nome consciousness
of her bigness, of the richness of her
life, wns finding way into his vision.
It was portion of his new delight in
all this buoyant modernity, just ns he
had awakened to kinship with the Mld
lnnders, stern with the sense of patient
and long-endured wrongs, and needing
leadership. His esthete’s indrawing, ills
dabbling with art and affairs, had got
him nothing; life had rebuffed him. but
now he had come upon realness. Janet
suddenly typified all this; he saw her
and with her all women as the new
enfranchised companions of men, the
efficient helpers and counselors.
"By George!” he broke out. "You’re
coming on so grandly, Janet! I always
guessed at it, but you've grown so!
'Way—-’way beyond me!"
"Most men are In a state of arrested
development in their view of women,"
she answered, “playthings to be pos
sessed. or parasites to be endured. But
a companion, reliant, helpful, demand
ing freedom, extending it—I thought,
Wiley, you would grew to see that,
too.”
“Yes. yes—” he cried, "I can!” He
was fired with her lnrgeness, her faiths
But she left him to go home with u
trace of playful cynicism.
“If you will only keep the oncoming
way, Wiley!” She shook her head
“But, tomorrow. I'll find you back
again, the old Indolent chap—Currar
of the News."
He waved an ardent protest. Whei
Aunt Abby came home from the Con
gregational sewing circle, where sh<
was loved for her helpfulness, and re
proved for her tolerance of Mr. Cur
ran's beer drinking, she found hin
1 staring out at the starlit country.
"Aunty," he murmured, “why do yo>
1 suppose I never make any money?”
j "Some men Jest have it in ’em
Wiley; and some Just run countr;
papers." She took off her black am
lavender cap, but powdered her nos
again, for she had only waddled horn
. to get his supper and then she would b
1 off once ig.ore to assist at a churc
s social. As she cooked, her nose gre*
r redder, and when she was done wit
? Wiley’s supper, she powdered it agair
i It was mortifying Indeed to a good ro
- tund lady, who knew that when sh
- came to the circle to join in the reju
. venating of small Congregation*
s "pants" for the home missionary bo;
t there would be a sniff or two, for sou;
; way or other the fragrance of Mr. Cu;
y run's shameless beer drinkings woul
o cling to her still. Ho had a bad wa
s of hiding the bottles in her cloth*
n closet or among her bonnet boxes, an
- then roaring abominably when h<
d nose, on Sewing circle night, took tt
sympathetic hue of his own
h "That limb. Wiley T„” she wou
d plead to the church people, "But, si
n tors, the Lord baa been putting i
with him for 40 years, and X guess untH
He forbids, I shall too!”
“That limb, Wiley T.,” knew vaguely
that he owed much to this loyal cham
pionship In circles he did not enter,
just as he did to Janet Vance and her
faith In him. Women were always do
ing for him, one way and another. And
he had carelessly allowed them; they
were\a part of the old dionyslan delight
of life, the youth he had given so fully,
and which even now called to him
above this eternal dawdling over the
damp paper on press day, the clank
of the machine, the grind of work.
Getting out the News was like having
a baby, so he told Aunt Abby. The
press groaned excrutlatlngly; there was
much daubing of Ink, flapping of belts,
heaving of rollers—then off it came, a
squalling brat, this Rome News, with
out profit to Its parents or reverence
for the neighbors.
Arne Vance came home from his ag
ricultural school holiday week, and one
bleak day brought In a farmer who had
a grievance. Somehow or other, every
farmer with a grievance had been find
ing his way to the News office for the
last 40 years. Bert Hemminger, the In
surgent board member from the north
bottoms, was with them. The new
comer took a huge ear of corn from the
load of his wagon and wrathfully shook
It in the editor’s face. He had failed
of a prize at the seed warehouse’s an
nual distribution, and he knew what
was the matter!
"They give It to that Dutch tenant
who farms Dan Boydston’s west 80.
And what did I get, hey? Skunked—yes,
sir—skunked! And there ain’t ary ear
of my load that ain’t better’n Boyd
ston’s land can raise. But I know.
Bodston's a board member, and Tan
ner’s man, and Tanner owns the seed
company! That’s it, by cracky! Poli
tics and rotten!”
The editor listened sympathetically.
He always did. The farmer roared and
flourished his disprlzed seed ear. He
was "agin the tariff" and the adminis
tration and everything else. It was
rotten when a man couldn’t get a blue
ribbon on corn like his corn!
Arne Vance figured Mr. Sourds'
product. He chew a grain and felt
over the golden spike. “It’s good, he
continued, "but the kernels break be
fore they run over the nub, and they’re
shallow. Ike, some day I'll show you
how to Judge corn to,, way we do up
at the agricultural college."
The man was suspicious of this fool
book farming.
"And let me send a dozen of your
ears to the state board,” put In Curran.
"He’s a great man, that secretary. He’ll
sit down and write you a letter worth
all the ribbons Tanner’s seed houso
could give you.”
Ike Sourds did not know. He was
sure there was something crooked
about it.
"I tell you what we’ll do,” exclaimed
Hemminger. “This editor, he’s going
to run for congress In the primary and
wo want him to come out and Arne
with him, and they can talk politics
and corn together. Hey, Arne?”
The farmer student’s black eyeq
snapped. Go? It was a great idea!
Heniminger’s sad eyes It. The susplc-i
lous Sourds grew interested. "By jinks,
If there was anything like that goln^
on In Henimlnger’s district, our dis
trict ought to have it, too! We wan’t
much for stylo, our folks, In Numbea
five, but Arne Vance can come talk
seed corn and sour soil, and then thlij
editor can get up and whale the pluto
crats! It's a right lonesome road ou<
our way, but we take the News and wu
know something!”
And he and Hemminger went off
with a promise. Curran watched the
shaggy farm horses steaming In the
cool sunshine, the bundled figures on
the seat, until the wagon drew Into a
gap of the hills. They wanted him,
did they? After all, his yellow brat of
a paper did find Its way out to the
lonely farms and was read and be
lieved!
He turned to discover Arne watch
ing him curiously. “You’re going,
Wiley?"
“Sure!"
"We'll elect you, Wiley! We—and
they! Quito your grubbing away In
this dinky shop and come out among
us! Janet’s been seeing things very
clearly. There never was such a
chance—the county needs a leader. I'm
telling you what the young men sav
over tho county. And there's Father
Doyle, who's trying to build his church
up among the foreigners at the new
mines, and McBride, this state labor
organizer, who’s working to unionize
the new factory people around Earlville
—none of them cares a damn about the
od gang in this town—the best families
and the court house Jobs and all that!”
“t know," said Curran quietly.
“They’ve both tulked with me—urged
me."
Arne’s eyes glittered. "Janet—” he
muttered grimly. “Her work!"
(Continued next week.)
Protected by the Flag.
From the Christian Herald.
There was a sudden halt In the battle
between the Mexican federala and con
stitutionalists at Monterey on the aft
ernoon of October 23. All day long the
fight had raged. Machine guns and
rifle fire swept the city streets. In an
old Mexican residence, right in the line
of fire, lived an American family
named Stockhouse, whose members
found shelter In a wardrobe, where
they huddled together, weak from hun
ger and thirst, and In momentarily In
creasing danger. Suddenly, before the
eyes of the astonished combatants,
there appeared a girl of 14, Elsie Stock
house. She dashed out of the house
with an American flag wrapped around
her slender shoulders, and the firing,
halted as she ran through the center
of the melee toward the American con
sulate a few blocks off. Tho bewild
ered soldiers, saluting her with cries
of “Viva la senorita Americana!”
opened a line to let her pass. In a
few moments the entire family were
conveyed to a place of safety. Both
armies recognized and respected the
flag, and during the fierce fighting that
followed not a single shot struck any
house where “Old Glory" was exposed.
It was the symboly of protection and
safety, and as such was recognized by
all nationalities in Monterey.
An Orderly Service.
1 From the National Monthly.
A Methodist parson, called to preach
■ at an out-of-the-way town in Cali
fornia. was informed, before entering
1 the pulpit, that he must be careful,
s ns many of the assembled congrega
s tion were "roughs," and would not hesl
5 tate to pull him from the pulpit If his
1 remarks did not suit them.
' The minister made no reply, bul
1 having reached the sacred desk, hi
• took from his pocket two revolvers
and placing one on each side of tin
e bible, gave a sharp glance around th<
", room, and said: "Let us pray.”
1 A more orderly service was nevei
e held' ,
Upholds Cook's Claim.
y From the Springfield Republican,
s After having been treated shamefullj
d by Dr. Cook. Capt. Evelyn B. Baldwin In
r forms the public that Just the same h'
e believes that the doctor actually reachei
S8 degrees and 21 minutes north on hi
. celebrated polar Journey. "I believe ii
d giving even to the devil his dues,” say
>- the captain, who holds a respectable rani
P as an Arctic explorer.
There’s no rest and but little peace
tor a person whose kidneys are out of
order.
Lame In the morning, suffering cricks
In the back and sharp stabs of pain
with every sudden strain, the day is
Just one round of pain and trouble.
It would be strange if all-day back
ache did not wear on the temper, but
it is not only on that account that
people who suffer with weak kidneys
aro nervous, cross and irritable.
Uric acid is poison to the nerves,
and when the kidneys are not working
well, this acid collects in the blood
and works upon the nerves, causing
headache, dizziness, languor, an in
clination to worry over trifles, and a
suspicious, short temper.
Rheumatic pain, neuralgia, sciatica,
lumbago, neuritis and gravel are fur
ther steps in uric acid poisoning.
Don’t neglect kidney weakness. An
aching back, with unnatural passages
of the kidney secretions, is cause
enough to suspect the kidneys. Use
Doan’s Kidney Pills, a remedy which
has been used for years, the world
over, for weak kidneys, backache, ir
regular kidney action and urlo arid
trouble. Thousands of grateful recom
mendations throughout the country;
prove their worth.
LAID UP IN BED \
Gave Up AU Hope of Recovery
Mrs. Frank L. Mann, MOO W. Main 8L,
Vermillion, S. Dak., says: "When I waa
six years old I had diptheria and it left
my kidneys and bladder very weak. From
that time until I was seventeen years old,
I had kidney weakness,, but as I got older
:i thought I would outgrow the trouble. X
didn't however, and as time passed I got
■yvofse. My feet and limbs were terribly
^swollen and I couldn't wear my shoes. ,
rMy Dack was so stiff I could hardly bend j
'bvef and I was laid up in bed for over a
month. I lost much weight and In spite
rof the doctors’ medicine, I didn’t improve.
‘■D.izzy spells came over me and my sight •
iv£s affected. Finally I gave up the doc
tors In despair and life certainly looked
(blue. I didn’t think I would ever be well
%tgain. When everything else had failed,
a friend urged me to try Doan’s Kidney
Pills and I did. After I took the first
box, I noticed improvement and gradual- ,
ly the ailments left me. I picked up in {
weight and strength and by the time I
had used eight boxes of Doan’s Kidney
Pills I was cured. I have never had any
sign of kidney trouble since.”
Oh, I shall go mad. 99
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temember Ihe *Name
“'fL.
Cof BufTalo.-N. ;Y*3?rpprieiors'
WITH FATHER AS A MODEL
Seems Likely That Is Where Imperi
ous Youth Got His Idea of the
Duties of a Wife.
"You flill the pails with sand, and let
me turn them out,” suggested six
year-old Jack to little Doris.
His playmate obediently compiled.
“Now we’ll build a castle, and you
shall fetch the water to go round it,”
exclaimed Jack.
Dutifully the little maid struggled
up and down the beach, carrying buck
ets of water.
"Can’t you fetch the water now.
Jack,” she suggested, “and let me pour
it round?”
“Girls can’t do that properly,” an
swered the boy. “Let’s paddle. But, I
say, Doris, do you want to marry me
when you grow up?”
“Yes—oh, yes!” Doris was delighted
at the prospect.
The boy, however, assumed a bored
air, and lazily extended his feet to
ward her.
“Very well, then," he said noncha
lantly. “If you’re going to be my
wife, take off my shoes and stock
ings!”
ECZEMA ON ENTIRE SCALP
R. F. D. No. 2, Sunfleld, Mich—”1
was troubled with eczema. It began
with a sore on the top of the scalp,
broke out as a pimple and grew larger
until It was a large red spot with a
crust or scab over it. This became
large*- finally covering the entire scalp
and spread to different parts of the
body, the limbs and back and in the
ears. These sores grew larger grad
ually until some were as large as a
quarter of a dollar. They would itch
and if scratched they would bleed and
smart. The clothing would irritate
them at night when it was being re
moved causing them to itch and smart
so I could not sleep. A watery fluid
would run from them. My scalp be
came covered with a scale and when
the hair was raised up it would raise
this scale; the hair was coming out
terribly.
"I treated about six months and got
no relief and after using Cuticura
Soap and Ointment with two applica
tions we could notice a great differ
ence. It began to get better right
away. In a month's time I was com
pletely cured.” (Signed) Mrs. Bertha
Underwood, Jan. 3, 1913.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card “Cuticura, DepL L, Boston.”—Adv.
His Vow Came to an Anti-Climax.
A much-bearded man rambled Into a
barber shop and submitted to a shave,
a haircut, a shampoo, a singe, a mas
sage and everything else the barber
could think of, at the same time listen
ing with keenest enjoyment to the
tonsorialist's remarks about all things
on earth and in the waters under the
earth. So long before that he had for
gotten the gentleman’s name and
what office he was running for the old
man had vowed never to be shaved or
shorn until So-and-So was elected.
When he at last awoke to a realization
that nobody cared if he never shaved
he concluded to shave just to show ’em
that he didn’t care whether they cared
or not.—Kansas City Star.
Deadly Work of Scorpion.
Some scorpion bites cause little
more than burning pain and numbness
in the part affected for a few days.
But the more poisonous varieties cause
death, and that especially, when
idiey sting young children or de
bilitated old people. The lower class
es of people in Mexico suffer more than
the well-to-do, because of their custom
of going about half naked most of the
time.
Misunderstood.
Visitor (at the National Gallery) —
Why, them’s the very same pictures
I saw here the day before yesterday!
Attendant (dryly)—Quite likely.
Visitor—Then the landlord where
I’m staying is wrong. He told me
that the pictures were changed daily
| In all the leadin’ picture houses.
i -
' Beauty is only skin deep. Also lots
of modesty la only on the surface.
Children Not Naturally Destructive.
Be gentle with the child who
smashes his toys. The fault is not
his, but yours, who provided him with
toys too complicated for his immature
little mind to understand. Dottoressa
Maria Montessori, in her lecture at
Carnegie hall, said little children were
not naturally destructive, as most par
ents had reason to suppose, but that
the instinct to pull the object to
pieces was the only natural thing for
a child to do with something it did
not understand. Most toys given to
children are too complicated. Dr. Mon
tessori asserted.
“Instead of expecting children to
amuse themselves with toys they do
not understand, mothers should as
sume more responsibility for their
children’s entertainment,” she con
tinued. “The mother who drives her
child away from her side when she Is
working makes a pitiful mistake. It
is impossible to estimate the effect
upon the child’s mind if he were
never turned away, if he could always
be sure of sympathy and understand
ing from the person he loves most of
all.”
Common Form of Insanity.
A party of Clevelanders entertained
some holiday visitors and having
showed them everything Interesting in
Cleveland proper they had to take
them to Newburg for a view of the
asylum. The superintendent was in
a genial frame of mind and he con
ducted the bunch personally.
“Here is a queer case, ladies,” he
said, pausing at a particular cell.
“This man has the delusion that he
possesses the motive power that runs
the universe. He is perfectly harm
less, but he actually believes that
without him the world would not
move. Strange notion, isn’t it?”
“Why, not at all!” exclaimed one of
the women. “My husband has the
same idea and he always has had it
Is he crazy, too?"
Blame Located.
A crabbed old misogynist said to
Ethel Barrymore at a dinner in Bar
Harbor:
"Woman! Feminism! Suffrage!
Bah! Why, there isn’t a woman alive
who wouldn’t rather be beautiful than
intelligent.”
“That's because,” said Miss Barry
more, calmly, “so many men are stu
pid while so few are blind.”
Had the Proof.
Stonemmason (in box describing as
sault)—He walks into my yard and
rams me up agen one o’ me own
stones.
Counsel—Did he hurt you?
Stonemason—Hurt me! Why, I've
got “sacred to the memory of” stamp
ed all down me back.—Tatler.
What He Did.
Grace—I told him he must not see
me any more.
Her Brother—Well, what did he do?
Grace—Turned out the light!—Dart
mouth Jack-o’-Dantern.
Their Kind.
“Have these aircraft any kind of
wheels ?”
"Certainly, they have—fly wheels.”
-- I
Harsh Judge.
Judge Stephen C. Greene, at a din
ner In Charleston, was defending a
harsh sentence.
“I am a conservative,” said Judge <
Greene, "and I believe that It is bet
ter for law and order that sentences
should err on the side of harshness
rather than on the side of lenity.
"Look at nature, the great judge ofi
us all. Was there ever a harsher,
severer Judge than nature, who sen
tences each and every one of us to
hard labor for life?”
Joy and Utility.
“Still have two cars?”
"Yes.”
"I thought you Intended to sell thn
older one.”
“No. My son and his high-school
friends keep the old car busy.”
“I see. You get the use of the new
car yourself.”
"No, I don’t. It keeps the new car
hustling to tow the old car home.”—■
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Mean Fling. 4
They were discussing horse racing.
"I guess,” observed the Yankee,
“I’ve seen the closest race ever run,]
for I once saw a horse adjudged win
ner by a tongue’s length.”
“Is that so?” drawled the English
man. "Well, I’ve seen a closer rac»'
than that. I lived two years in Scotr
land.”—Cleveland Leader.
Blundered.
Exe—Cigar, old man?
Wye—Thanks! (puff, puff). Capita!
weed this. Aren’t you going to
smoke, too?
Exe (examining the remaining one) i
—No, I think not.
Wye—What’s the matter? Did you
give me the wrong one?—Boston
Transcript.
Complimentary.
“Harold, I dreamed about you last
night.” .
“You dear girl, did you?” f
"Yes. I think It was something £
ate.”—Judge.
Suiting Her.
"Show me a hat at once. I’m a very
busy woman.”
"Then here’s a beaver."
Platonic love never tempted a fellow
to treat her to lobster salad and fiz*
drinks.
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