A ragtime philosopher says that '•cm© men are Inclined to blow out tkoir brains because they haven't any. Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets first put up dbyearv ago They regulate and invigorate -itniudi, liver and bowels. iSugar-coated •ioy granules. Adv. fa taking revenge, a man Is but •wen with his enemy; but in passing tt oarer, he is superior.—Philosophy A Modem Miracle. Husband (phoning)—How about the ■ ooolt. dear? Wife—She’s still here. New Conundrum. Here is a conundrum which your greatgrandfathers asked each other when they were little boys; "How many legs has a dog If you I call his toil a leg?" “Five!" shouted the little great granddad of Mr. A, “Wrong,’’ corrected the diminutive •graatgranddad of Mr. B. “Because calling bis tail a leg doesn’t make it a lag." I am reminded of this vonerable brain twister of youth by the follow tog line* in the Clayton anti-business i bOI: “The District of Columbia shall be ; 4aecned a state within the meaning of ! (hi* law." 8© I shall modernize that ancient «tt*sry by propounding the following: | "How many states In the United States > If you cal! the District of Columbia a ■Cate?” — Olrard, In Philadelphia Ledger important to Mothers Kzamine carefully overy bottle of CASTOItiA, a safe and sure remedy for j Infant* and children, and see that it -£=.-<2&*«sr a Dm Fbr Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher’s Caatoria Anecdotes. Speaking of humorists brings us to th* fact that no man living can look so solemn when producing hu ts Irvin S. Cobb, the well known of the Saturday Evening When Cobb was on the staff Od oo« of the big New York newspa »*rs ho did various news assignments, dam* of them mighty serious aud oth dns that gave him a chance for com «dy. It was a standing joke about flha office that anybody could look at ©obb ms he bent over his typewriter ■dud toil which kind of yam he was , writing, if his face was all wrinkled ' op with solemnity like a bloodhound's, with & sad look about the eyes such d» one rarely sees except In an under taker's hostler, Cobb was preparing domethlng that would make hosts of people laugh. Cottages. "Cottage accommodation,” In the ■••■d* I* which Mr. Hunchiman’s bill d—is with It, is a phase that would hardly be understood In the United JRataa. Professors 0 reenough and Klttredge of Harvard, in their book oa the ways of English words, points •at that “cottage,” In the strict sense •of a laborer's dwelling, has never been adopted Into popular American use, because America has never really had tha thing. The word over there has always had literary and sentimental associations, and Anally has come to \a ms* for the most magnificent »mn ,pme reetdeuces. This has gone much fhrthor than the use of the word In Wngiand to mean a villa. In Amer ica a “cottager” definitely signifies a Mraoa who Is above staying at a board hag house or hotel, and has his Mm summer home.—London Chronl St Petersburg. Tb* city of St. Petersburg (recently ■nosmed Petrograd by the czar) was ■h»ded by Peter the Great In the paw ITM. He called It the "window through. which be could look out upon FOUND OUT. A Trained Nurse Discovered Its Effect Mi* rate la 1a better position to know 1 where tea causes nervousness, trouble In getting servants ■ Postum properly. But when ■ to prepared according to directions «■ package and served hot with it la certainly a delicious bev given by Postum Co.. Battle Mich. Read "The Road to in pkgs. cornea In two forms: Postum—must be .well I5g and 20c packages. {wataot Postum—is a soluble powder. A teasspoonful dissolves quickly in a «*p at bc*t water and, with cream and kogar, made a delicious beverage In Afeotty- SOc and 50c tins. The coat per cup of both kinds Is dbowt the same. "“There's a Reason” for Postum. —cc!- by Crocera. GERMANY CANNOT ffi DEFEATED SAYS EEADNED LECTURER [f Peace Could Have Enduiv Two Years More There Would Have Been No Terrible Struggle In Europe. New Yor. Special: "If peace had fasted until J91ti sucl\ a war as Is now levastating Europe could not have happened,” declared Prof. Ernest Richard, lecturer on history on German civilization, at Colombia university. "There would have come to pass such in understanding between Germany and England and, by virtue of Eng land's and by virtue of England's in »tonce, France, that these powers would have been united on a peace basis which could not have been vio lated. “But that would have meant failure for many of the plans and ambitions of Russia and Russia saw her chance to precipitate war with Germany be fore the civilized nations of Europe were so banded together that her am bitions would have been thwarted. It was Russia’s policy to precipitate war and she did so when the opportunity presented itself." Asked to tell the effect In case Ger many is defeated, Professor Richard •aid: “But why such prognostications? Why try to picture the impossible? Herman’s defeat Is impossible. In England, France, Russia, Belgium there are carpers and critics. There ire such citizens in all those countries —men of high station—who are not in iceord with the governmental policj'. But not in Germany. I leave consid eration of armed strength alone for the instant. If the highest ethical Ideas and the value of mankind raised 0 his highest capacity morally, ethl ■ully ami Intellectually Is considered, Herniany cannot lost—no, not po» ilbiy. Kaiser Won't Surrender. “The idea that Germany could be lefoated vanished from me when first 1 received news of the ethical strength if Germany. There Is not a man, woman or child and now all class lnes are abolished—in the fatherland who believes that there is the slight ;st possibility that Germany can ose. And Germany cannot lose. Hermany will never surrender a foot if land nor an army. Every German night bo killed and yet Germany will lot lie defeated. "The German nation was and Is for leave. And when I speak of the Ger man nation I speak of the German seopie. But the war is upon us— 'orced upon us. I never thought it losslblo that such a solidarity in a peo ile could exist. Those people see that heir all is at stake. It does not mean 'or (hem that the administration may le defeated and that Germany shall hen proceed with nothing more paln ul than a blackened eye. "But what is the use. I cannot de icribe the German heart. War came. Phere was no hesitating; no questlon ng of the right or wrong; no quibble tbout ethics. The German people ac ■opted a challenge to mortal combat. Phoy will die—die gladly—but never will they he defeated. With such a iplrit It is impossible to lose. "If such things as truth and sincer ty in a people exist, that people cannot jo defeated. I recall the words of Von luelow—'We will win because we must v In’- and there you are. "If Germany should be defeated? •Iorrible, Impossible, unthinkable. The nareh of civilization will bo halted and ts standards drugged in the mire of lark ages. If Germany does not win, he armament race must go on—must to on at a pace many times Its past ipeed—beeaus.) then England must repute for war with Russia. A-- Alii— -X I _ “Consider the official news which ms come out of the European capitals. England, France and Russia have lied consistently. But I defy anyone to crove that Germany has sent forth un rue reports. It has come to a struggle retween the powers of mendacity and .he viewers of truth. "Germany Is not engaged In a war if conquest. Germany wants to be re ’unded for her expenditures In this inwelcome war and her demands may lot be small. "I believe they will demand certain •olonles for coaling stations. They vill demand free trade and settlement or anybody and everybody. They will lemand freedom for all oppressed peo ile—Poland, Finland and Ireland for example. "In official utterances on the other itdo we hear that Germany Is to be innlhllated; crushed: torn asunder and irouglit to her knees. They say this war vill not end until the kaiser is humbled ind so shorn that lie cannot again nenace the peace of the world. Germany’s Idea of Peace. "But from Germany you hear no such hreats against any of her enemies. Sermany has started to tight and will continue to tight until sufficient vunranteee of her own safety and of her right to pursue her own fate is as lUred her. When peace comes it will bo i peace of and for the people and not simply to please generals and diplo mats. "But Germany's plans for peace would mean nothing if they did not carry with them the demand for the iiminutlon of armaments. The re moval of this excessive expense for de fense has chafed Germany for 44 years. Hut Germany knew that sooner or later (he would have to light for existence. "The great difficulty seems to he to make the people understand that peace must be made on a basis that will guarantee a continuation of peace. Germany has no desire to rule or to subjugate another people. But Ger many wants all obstacles to her own peaceful development removed. "Peaceful overtures from persons in America cannot be entertained by Ger many when the persons offering the olive branch are speaking of the kaiser us ‘an ambitious autocrat' and 'a bully.’ There are those doing just these things —officials of peace societies. Peace Is not apparent now. Germany must go on. There is no retreating. A Dutiful Child. From tne St. Louis Post-Dlspateh. Willie was struggling through the story in his reading lesson. “ 'No. suiil the captain,' he read. “ 'it was not a sloop. It was a larger vessel. By the rig I judged her to tie a-a-u-’ * -■ Tlie word was new to him. “Barque." supplied the teacher. Still Willie hesitated. "Barque!" repeated the teacher, this time sharply. Willie looked ns though he had not heard aright. Then, with an appre hensive glance around the class, h# shouted. “Bow - wow 1 '* * - - ^ ( The Mystery of the Boule Cabinet -by BURTON E. STEVENSON j Copyright, 1913, by Burton E. Stevenson. ^ (CHAPTER IV.—Continued.) “I'll show you, sir” he said, and ran up the stops, along the hall, to the door of the ant room where we had found the Frenchman’s body. "In there sir!” he sobbed. “In there!” and clung to the wall as I opened the door and stepped Inside. The room was ablaze .with light, and for an Instant my eyes were so daz zled that I could distinguish nothing. Dimly I saw Godfrey spring forward anil drop to his knees. Then my eyes cleared, and I saw, on the very spot where d’Aurelle had died, another body—or was it the same, brought back that the tragedy of the afternoon might, in some mysterious way, be reenacted? I remember bending over and peer ing into the face— It was the face of Philip Vantlne. A minute must have passed as I stood there dazed and shaken. I was con scious. in a way. that Godfrey was ex amining him. Then I heard his voice. “He’s dead,” he said. Then there was an instant's silence. "Lester, look here!” cried Godfrey’s voice, sharp. Insistent. "For God's sake, look here!” Godfrey was kneeling there holding something toward me. “Look here!” he cried again. It was the dead man's hand he was holding; the right hand; a swollen and discolored hand. And on the back of it. Just above the knuckles, were two tiny wounds, from which a few drops of blood trickled. And as I started at this ghastly sight, scarce able to believe my eyes, I heard a choking voice behind me, saying over and over again: "I was that woman done It! It was that woman done it! Damn her! It was that woman done it!” CHAPTER V. GRADY TAKES A HAND. I have no very clear remembrance of •v hat happened after that. The shock was so great that I had Just strength enough to totter to a chair and drop into it. and sit there staring vaguely at that dark splotch on the carpet. I told myself that I was the victim of a dreadful nightmare; that all this was the rsult of over-wrought nerves and that I should wake presently. No doubt I had been working too hard. I needed a vacation—well, I would take it • * And all the time I knew that it was not a nightmare, but grim readty; that Philip Vantlne was dead—killed by a woman. Who had told me that? And then I remembered the sobbing voice • * • Two or three persons came Into the room—Parks and the other servants, I suppose; I heard Godfrey’s voice giv ing orders; and finally someone held a glass to my lips nnd command ed me to drink. I did so mechan ica'ly; coughed spluttered, was con scious of a grateful warmth, and drank eagerly again. And then I saw Godfrey standing over me. “Feel better?” he asked. I nodded. » —» "WUVO.I IK nwuvncu y UU UUl, he went on. “I’m feeling shakv myself. I had them call Vantine’s physician— but ho can't do anything.” "He’s dead, then?’” I murmured, my eyes on that dark and crumpled object which had been Philip Vantine. “Yes—Just like the other.’ Then I remembered, and I caught his arm and drew him down to me. "Godfrey,” I whispered, "whose voice was it—or did I dream it—something about a woman?” "You didn’t dream it—it was Rogers —he’s almost hysterical. We’ll get the story, as soon as he quiets down.” Someone called him from the door, and he turned away, leaving men star ing blankly at nothing. So there had been a woman in Vantine's life! Per haps that was why he had never mar ried. What ugly skeleton was to be dragged from its closet? But if a woman killed Vanfine, the same woman also killed d’Aurelle. Where was her hiding place? From what ambush did she strike? I glanced about the room, as a tremor of horror seized me. I arose, shaking, from the chair and groped my way toward the door. Godfrey heard me coming, swung around, and, with one glance at my face, came to me and caught me by the arms. "What is It, Lester?” he asked. "I can't stand It here,” I gasped. “It's too horrible!’ "Don't think about it. Come out here and have another drink.” He led me to the hall, and a second glass of brandy gave me back some thing of my self-control. I was ashamed of my weakness, but when I glanced at Godfrey, I saw how white his face was. "Better take a drink yourself,” I said. I heard the decanter rattle on the glass. "1 don't know when I have been so shaken," ho said, setting the glass down empty. “It was so gruesome—so unexpected—and then Rogers carrying on like a madman.. Ah. here's the doc tor,” he added, as the front door opened and Parks showed a man in. I knew Dr. Hughes, of course, re turned his nod. and followed him and Godfrey into tl.e ante-room but I had not yet sufficiently recovered to do more than sit and stare at him as he knelt beside the body and assured him self that life had tied. Then I heard Godfrey telling hint all we knew, while Hughes listened with incredulous face. “But it’s absurd, you know!” he pro tested. when Godfrey had finished. "Things like this don’t happen here in New York. In Florence, perhaps, in the middle ages; but not here in the Twen tieth century!” "I can scarcely believe my own senses," Godfrey agreed. “But I saw the Frenchman lying here this after noon; and now here's Vantine.’ “On the same spot?” "As nearly as I can tell." "And killed in the same way?" "Killed in precisely the same way." Hughes turned back to the body again, and looked long and earnestly at the injured hand. "What sore of instrument made this wound, would you say, Mr. Godfrey?” he questioned, at last. “A sharp Instrument, with two prongs. My theory is that the prongs are hollow, like a hypodermic needle, and leave a drop or two of poison at the bottom of the wound. You seen, a vein has been cut.” "Yes," Hughes assented. “It would scarcely be possible to pierce the hand here without striking a vein. One of the. prongs would be sure to do it." "That's the reason there are two of them, I fancy.” "But you are. of course, aware that 4 no poison exists which would act so quickly?” Hughes inquired. Godfrey looked at him strangely. “You yourself mentioned Florence a moment ago.” he said. “You meant, I suppose, that such a poison did, at one time, exist there?” "Something of the sort, perhaps,” agreed Hughes. “The words were pure ly instinctive, but I suppose some such thought was running through my head.” "Well, the poison that existed In Florence five centuries ago. exists here today. There’s the proof of it,” and Godfrey pointed to the body. Hughes drew a deep breath of won der and horror. "But what sort of a devilish in strument is it?" he cried, his nerves giving way for an instant, his voice mounting shrilly. “Above all, who wields it?” He stared about the room, as though half expecting to see some mighty and remorseless arm poised, ready to strike. Then he shook him self together. "I beg pardon,” he said, mopping the sweat from his face; “but I’m not used to this sort of thing; and I'm fright ened—yes, I really believe I’m fright ened,” and he laughed, a little un steady laugh. "So am I,” said Godfrey; "so is Les ter; so is everybody. You needn't be ashamed of it." “What frightens me,” went on Hughes, evidently studying his own symptoms, "is the mystery of it— there is something supernatural about it—something I can’t understand. How does it happen that each of the vic tims is struck on the right hand? Why not on the left hand? Why the hand at all?” Godfrey answered with a despairing shrug. “That is what we’ve got to find out," he said. “We shall have to call in the police,” suggested Hughes. "Maybe they can solve it." Godfrey smiled, a little skeptical smiles, quickly suppressed. "At least, they will have to be given the chance," he agreed. "Shall I at tend to it?” “Yes,” said Hughes; “and you would better do it right away. The sooner they get here the better." "Very well," assented Godfrey, and lcvffr room Hughes sat down heavily on the couch near the window, and mopped his face again, with shaking hand. Death he was accustomed to—but death met decently in bed and result ing from some understood cause. Death in this horrible and mysterious form shook him; he could not under stand it, and his failure to understand appalled him. He was a physician; it was his business to understand; and yet here was death in a form as mys terious to him as to the veriest layman. It compelled him to pause and take stock of himself—always a disconcert ing process to the best of us! That was a trying half hour. Hughes sat on the couch breathing heavily, staring at the floor, perhaps passing his own ignorance in review, perhaps won dering if he had always been right in prescribing this or that. As for me, I was thinking of my dead friend. I remembered Philip Vantine as I had always known him—a kidly, witty, Christian gentleman. I could see his pleasant eyes looking at me in friend ship as they had looked a few hours before; I could hear his voice, could feel the clasp of his hand. That such a man should be killed like this, struck down by a mysterious assassin, armed with a poisoned weapon • • » A woman! Always my mind came back to that. A woman! Poison was a woman’s weapon. But who was she? How had she escaped? Where had she concealed herself? How was she able to strike so surely? Above all, why should she have chosen Philip Van tine, of all men, for her victim—Philip Vantine, who had never injured any woman—and then I paused. For I realized that I knew nothing of Van tine, except what he had chosen to tell me. Parks would know. And then I shrank from the thought Must we probe that secret? Must we compel a man to betray his master? My face was burning. No, we could not Jo that—that would be abomin able * * * The door opened and Godfrey came in. This time, he was not alone. Simmonds and Goldberger followed him, and their faces showed that they were as shaken and non plussed as 1. There was a third man with them whom I did not know; but but 1 soon found out that it was Frey linghulsen, the coroner's physician. They all looked at the body, and Freylinghuisen knelt beside it and ex amined the injured hand; then he sat down by Dr. Hughes, and they were soon deep in a low-toned conversa tion, whose subject 1 could guess. I could also guess what Simmonds and Godfrey were talking about in the far ther corner; but I could not guess why Goldberger, instead of getting to work, should be walking up and down, pulling impatiently at his moustache and glancing at his watch now and then, lie seemed to be waiting for some one. but not i.nti! 20 minutes later did I suspect who it was. Then the door opened again to admit a short, heavy set, man. with florid face, stub bly black moustache, and little, close set eyes, preternaturally bright. He glanced about the room, nodded to Goldberger, and then looked inquir ingly at me. “This is Mr. Pester, Commissioner Grady,” said Goldberger, and I realized that the chief of the detective bureau had come up from headquarters to take personal charge of the case. “Mr. Pester is Mr. Vantine's attorney," tlie coroner added, in explanation. "Glad to know you. Mr. Pester," said Grady, shortly. "And now. I guess, we’re ready to begin.” went on the coroner. "Not quite,” said Grady, grimly. "We will excuse ail reporters, first,” and he looked across at Godfrey, his face darkening. 1 felt my own face flushing, and start ed to protest, but Godfrey silenced me with a little gesture. "It’s all right, Pester." he said. "Mr. Grady is quite within his rights. I'll withdraw—until he sends for me." "You’ll have a long wait, then!" re torted Grady, with a sarcastic laugh. "The longer I wait, the worse it will be for you, Mr. Grady." said Godfrey quietly, opened the door and closed it behind him. Grady stared after him for a moment in crimson amazement. Then, master ing himself with an effort, he turned to the coroner. "All right. Goldberger,” he said, and sat down to watch the proceedings. A very few minutes sufficed for Hughes and Freyllnghutsen and I to tell all we knew of this tragedy and of the one which had preceded it. Grady seemed already acquainted with the details of d’Aurelle’s death, for he listened without interrupting, only nod ding_ from time to time. “You’ve got a list of servants here, of course, Simmonds.” he said, when we had finished the story. "Yes, sir,” and Simmonds handed it to him. “H-m,” said Grady, as he glanced it over. “Five of ’em. Know anything about ’em?” “They’ve all been with Mr. Vantine a long time, sir,” replied Simmonds. “So far as I've been able to judge, they’re all right.” “Which one of ’em found Vantine s body?” “Parks, I think,” I said. "It was he who called me.” "Better have him in," said Grady, and doubled up the list and Slipped it in his pocket. Parks came in looking decidedly shaky; but answered Grady’s questions clearly and concisely. He told first of the events of the afternoon, and then passed on to the evening. "Mr. Vantine had dinner at home, sir," he said. “It was served, I think, at 7 o’clock. He must have finished a lit tle after 7; 30. I didn’t see him, for I was straightening things around up in his room and putting his clothes away. But he told Rogers—” “Never mind what he told Rogers,” broke in Grady. “Just tell us what you know.” “Very well, sir," said Parks, submis sively. “I had a. lot of work to do—we just got back from Europe yesterday, you know—and I kept on putting things in their places and straightening around, and it must have been 8;30 when I heard Rogers yelling for me. I thought the house was on fire, and I came down in a hurry. Rogers was standing out there in the hall, looking like he’d seen a ghost. He kind of gasped and pointed to this room, and I looked in and saw Mr. Vantine laying there—” His voice choked on the words, but he managed to go on, after a moment. "Then I telephoned for Mr. Lester,” he added, “and that’s all I know." "Very well,” said Mr. Grady. "That’s all for the present. Send Rogers in.” Rogers’ face, as he entered the room, gave me a kind of shock, for it was that of a man on the verge of hysteria. He was a man of about 50, with iron gray hair, and a smoth shaven face, ordin arily ruddy with health. But now his face was livid, his cheeks lined and shrunken, his eyes blood shot and star ing. He reeled rather than walked into the room, one hand clutching at his throat, as though he were choking. “Get him a chair,” said Grady, and Simmonds brought one forward and re mained standing beside it. “Now, my man,” Grady continued, “you’ll have to brace up. What’s the matter with you, anyhow? Didn’t you ever see a dead man before?” "It ain’t that.” gasped Rogers. “It ain’t that—though I never saw a mur dered man before.” “What?” demanded Grady sharply. “Didn't you see that fellow this after noon?” "That waa different,” Rogers moaned. “I didn't know him. Besides, I thought he’d killed himself. We all thought so.” “And you don’t think Vantine did?" "I know he didn’t," and Rogers' voice rose to a shrill scream. "It was that woman done it! Damn her! She done it! I knowed she was up to some crooked work when 1 let her in!” CHAPTER VI. THE WOMAN IN THE CASE. It was coming now; the secret, how ever sordid, however ugly, was to be unveiled. I saw Grady’s face set in hard lines; I could hear the stir of interest with which the others leaned forward . . . Grady took a flask from his pocket and opened it. "Take a drink of this.” he said, and placed it in Rogers' hand. I could hear the mouth of the flask clattering against his teeth, as he put it eagerly to his mouth and took three or four long swallows. "Thank you, sir," he said, more steadily, and handed the flask back to Its owner. A little color crept into his face; but I fancied there was a new look in his eyes—for. as the horror faded, fear took its place. Grady screwed the cap on the flask with great deliberation, and returned it to his pocket. And all the time Rogers was watching him furtively, wiping his mouth mechanically with a trem bling hand. “Now, Rogers.” Grady began, “1 want you to take your time and tell us in detail everything that happened here tonight. You say a woman did It. Well, we want to hear all about that woman. Now go ahead; and remember there's no hurry.” "Well, sir,” began Rogers slowly, ns though carefully considering his words, "Mr. Vantine came out from dinner about half past seven—maybe a little later than that—and told me to light all the lights in here and in the next room. You see there are gas and electrics both, sir, and I lighted them all. He had gone into the music room on the 1 othe" side of the hall, so I went over | there and told him the lights were all j lit. He was looking at a new picture he'd bought, but he left it right away and came out into the hall. (Continued next week.) Are W© Neutral? From Collier’s. We shall observe President Wilson’s j neutrality order rigidly. And yet suppose Germany should win? Suppose Germany occupied France, wiped out the British army, and swept the British navy from the sea? Suppose all this had happened and we In the United States had a day or two to think it over? What would we think and what would we do? Our own notion is that if we were guided by ordi nary prudence we would Instantly recog nize the necessity of making our navy not less than seven times as strong as It now is and raising our standing army to a half million. Our German-American friends who criticize us as being preju diced against the fatherland would then themselves realize the real situation. With a triumph of the military spirit and of absolutism In Europe, we Americans would have to step against our wills into tlie shoes that France has stood in now for 40 years. Tax “Doctors'* Disaqreo. From the Sibley (la.) Tribune. Osceola county taxpayers should brace themselves for another boost in taxes. The raise is not made on account of the war in Europe, as most of the other items in the increased cost of low living are ac counted for. Our supervisors claim it is rendered necessary by state laws and ad ministration. Governor Clarke and the executive coun cil insist that the boards of supervisors are responsible for the high taxes that » prevail in Iowa. The doctors disagree. The taxpayer • may believe the state officials or th© comity officials as he pleases. But he must pay the taxes. Simply Terribl©. “A terrible poison has been dlscov- j ered lately.” “What’s that?’* “Aeroplane poison.** “Is it deadly?’* “Well, it only takes on© drop to kill ; a man.” J _ _ 4 $48,000 FOR HEIRESS TO ENJOY HERSELF Indulgent Auntie Thinks Girl* Should Have Fun While Young. Denver.—Miss Patsy Campion, whose father, A. J. Campion, made millions in Colorado mining camps, has Just cashed a check for $48,000, given to her by her aunt, Mrs. Anna K. Sigel, one of the richest women of the west, who believes in what she calls "the democ racy of spending” for young American girls, and is testing her theory in the case of her niece. “I know Patsy will come into a large fortune when her parents die,” saye Mrs. Sigel, "but I gave her this money to spend in having a good time. I think it is a protection to young girls to be able to satisfy their own ideals as to dress and amusement while they are young, and not to be dependent on their parents' aid. Democracy of spending not only improves a girl's power of ** judgment, but makes her better quali fied to know values in ail things and will make her a better housewife. "Besides, in the case of rich girls, I believe in them having a good time while they are young, rather than to wait years and years for their parents' estates to come to them, when they are too old for fun.” Miss Campion some day will be very • rich, but her mother is very conser vative in her ideals, and has steadfast ly refused to permit her to wear ex treme styles or to indulge in many of the pleasures that other rich girls have. Now, however, she has the means to buy as many fancy gowns as she likes. A Change In Farming. Farmers are finding that they must go in for diversified farming, must in crease the yield of the crops they have, combine field crops with live stock, grow the stock best suited to condi tions, learn to fertilize their soil and to market their crops intelligently. Such are the conclusions of national and state investigations. In an arti cle in the Technical World, F. G. Moor head gives figures of the department of agriculture that show $11.15 as the average cost of producing an acre of wheat, while the average amount is 14.1 bushels to the acre. At 80 cents a bushel this is a profit of 13 cents an acre. Corn costs $12.27 an acre, and 1 in the last 10 years has averaged a profit of 26 cents an' acre. Oats in 10 years has averaged a loss of 25 cents an acre, the cost being $10.66 an acre. Labor is figured as the largest cost Item. But there are rent and interest, if it were not that the farmer is being paid for his own labor and gets bis own interest where he is an owner, his returns would be so small as to dis courage him from continuing. AH this has been learned from bookkeeping. The result is a change, Mr. Moorhead says, that is like a revolution. It in cludes increasing the yield of the grain crops, planting diversified crops in stead of wheat, corn and oats, and raising live stock. Extreme specializ ing lias not been profitable. The farm er is becoming a manufacturer by which he converts his “roughage” anil waste into beef, mutton and pork. Small farms in New York show that 90 per cent of profits comes from live stock. The country over, 75 per cent Is set down as the average. An aver age steer in Wisconsin with beef at 5 cents a pound produces a profit of $6.94 an acre. Minnesota and North Dako ta experiments show $8.90 worth of milk product from cows, which, counting out the cost of pasturage, leaves $2.20 to the acre. A table, based on official state and national experiments and returns, shows the comparative acre profit of the grain farmer and the live stock farmer: Wheat, 13 cents: corn. 26 cents; dairy cattle. $2.20: beef cattle, $5.94; swine. $20; oats, a loss of 25 cents an acre. But there is also the loss of soil de pletion. Experiments at the Missouri agricultural college show that a ton of timothy removes as much from the soil as do 12 tons of butter. The former sells for $10; the latter for from $5,000 to $9,000. A ton of pork removes $5.70 of fertility from an acre. But it sells for $111.40; while a ton of butter, which sells for $470. removes only 77 cents 4 worth of fertility, so that a butter farmer will require 238 years to remove as much as a grain farmer removes every year. The Towa college showed that unused cornstalks wasted $12.90 an acre a year. The remedy for the latter is the silo, of which 15,000 w'ere manu factured last year. It preserves the entire plant and stops the waste of 40 per cent of the feeding value of the plant. The conclusion is that there should be an increase in the grain product to the acre and the use of live stock for saving the waste and increas ing the yield. She Had Done It. It was young Mrs. Robinson's first dinner Dartv and she was suffering all the usual terrors of the Inexperienced hostess. However, the cook rose to the occa sion splendidly, and, so far as the din ner itself was concerned. Mrs. Robin son was delighted. The only fly in the ointment was Jane. Jane was the new parlor maid; she was slow, clumsy, and her waiting was had. But. in addition to these faults, she insisted on keeping her mouth wide open. This so got on Mrs. Robinson's nerves that at last she exclaimed "Jane, your mouth is wide open." Jane withdrew her gaze from the coiling and said, looking down with a ' cherry smile: "1 know it is ma'am; I opened it myself." Her Idea of Economy. Gen. W. L. Alexander was discussing the Kuropean war. "This war,” he said, ''will affect even us. We must econo mize to weather it. And our economy must he general, too. "We mustn't be like Oavboy, whom a friend asked over a bottle of cham pagne on a roof garden: “ 'Well, apropos of the war old man, did you give your wife that lecture on economy ?' “ 'Yes, I did.' Gayboy answered, 'and she went right out and bought me a safety razor.’ ” DR. S. M. 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