III! II
CHAPTER XXII—(Continued.)
A week passed. In that period,
Corinth came to appreciate the unfalt
ering growth of two conditions, not un
like in character, but entirely foreign
to each other. In one instance it was
the devoted loyalty of Joan Bright to
Eric Midthorne; in the other, the sur
prising devotion of Mary Midthorne to
the sick man in the Widow Payson’s
cottage. There was no speculation as
to the attitude of Miss Bright, but in
some quarters wonder was expressed
aver Mary's behavior. Corinth, in
Ignorance of the real situation, found
some difficulty in satisfying itself as to
an imaginary one. Of course, it was
known that Mary and John were in
love with each other, but that was no
reason why she should devote so much
of her time to Adam Carr, outsider. The
tnan could not be moved, but as there
were two nurses in the house to at
tend to him, with doctors making daily
visits, it was not reasonable to suppose
that Mrs. Payson dependend on Mary
for assistance. Moreover, Corinth was
still unable to make out whether Adam
was friendly to Mary’s brother. In any
event, he was distinctly at odds with
Horace Blagden, which was some
thing.
Before the end of the week, Adam
Carr recovered the potver of speech.
He was hopelessly paralyzed from the
waist down. At tirst he spoke with an
effort, but his indomitable will power
overcame the Impediment; he arti
culated slowly but clearly. His mind
was clear and active. He required the
truth of the doctors. Getting it, he
philosophized:
"There’s no sense in your waiting
here, Jack. I may hang on for 10
years. Doctors can’t tell anything
about it, but I’m such a tenacious in
dividual that it’s not likely that I’ll
give up the ghost without a long light.
Of course, I ought to be sensible and
quit right now. Better for you, better
for me, better for Mrs. Payson, better
for everybody, if I could pass on to
l night, but I guess it won't be so easy
A uslthat. Nothing has ever been real
Bmly for me. Even this won't be easy,
’if 1 were you, I’d get back to New
York and business. I’ll be lying here
If you can find the time week ends, to
come and see your mother and Mary.
1 don’t mind it much, after all. A long
rest will do me good. As you won’t
hear to be being removed to a hospital
and your mother won’t either, I guess
I'll have to stay where I'm put. In a
week or two I can be wheeled about in
a chair, so it won't be so bad. (Now
listen to what I've got to say; get it
firmly in your mind. So far as the
world is concerned, I am never to be
anything more to you than Mr. Adam.
That’s what I've been for 30 years.
I’ve never said I was anthing else. I
never will, not even to you. It won’t
hurt the world any to keep on think
t Ing your da’ddy is out there in the At
A lan tic, and that your mother is here
Instead ef up there in the little grave
yard at Gloucester.’ Horace Blagden,
much as he’d like to, can’t rake either
of them up. He only suspects half the
truth. He doesn’t know aoout poor
Huey Barlow. Your mother here won’t
mind being mother to you, right or
wrong, till she dies. Bo just you go
on thinking of me as Mr. Adam, your
best friend, and I’ll keep on being your
best friend. All the king’s horses and
all the king's men can't drag it out of
mo. When it comes time for me to
die, and I know it, I may ask you to
nut your ear close to my lips so that
1 can whisper it to you, but it won't
be till then, and it won’t be for an
body else’s ear. There’s only one oth
er person that must be told. Eric’s got
to know it before you make Mary
your wife.
"But I’m not going to make her my
wife." said his son gently but firmly.
“Oh, yes, you are,” said Adam de
cisively. "There’s no way 'round that.
Bin not as good as Philip Midthorne
was, but Huey Barlow was as good as
most of the Blagdens. Don’t forget
that, my lad. Ask your mother. She
knew her.”
"Ask my mother!" repeated John
A Payson, with a bitter smile.
\ ”1 didn’t mean it to sound funny,
Jack," said Adam humbly.
A day or two later, old Jabez hob
bled tin to see his son. He stood at the
bedside, peering quizzically at the oc
cupant, on whose lips there was a dis
torted grin of welcome.
"Well, father, how are you?"
"Just so-so, Adam,” replied the
ancient.
' "Rheumatism any better?”
There was a period of silent regard.
Then old Jabez found tho words he
wanted.
"It's a blamed shame, Adam. I don’t
see why the good Ford didn't do this
to me 'stead of you. It wouldn’t ha’
tua.de any difference if it had been me,
but—but it don't seem right for you to
be lyin' here like this an' me skippin’
about as spry as ever. It don’t seem
right."
"Eighty odd last January. Dang it,
you ain't even GO. That’s why it's
wrong.”
"No,” said Adam, “your 80 odd years
proves it to be right. Nature makes
us pay as we go. You haven't any
scores to settle with nature. That's
why you're 80 odd and spry. And, now,
how are the squirrels?”
“Well.” said Jabez, taking the chair
that had been placed for him, “they’re
geltin' so blamed fresh that there ain’t
no livin’ with 'em. The whole caboodle
of ’em got in the house yesterday when
1 was takln’ a nap, and. dang me. if
they didn’t find that barril of peanuts
you sent down last month. When I
woke up. by gosh. I couldn’t hardly
get out of the door fer peanut shells.
Fust I thought there’d been a sudden
snowstorm, but they cracked so loud
when I stepped on ’em I knowed it
couldn’t be that. Then I got to the
a, door and seen thun fool critters settin'
^ around on the grass out there in front,
bo cussed fat that I thought they'd bust.
They jest couldn’t w'obble. You never
in ail your life, Adam, seen such idiotic
lookin’ things as they wuz. A hundred
of ’em! Squattln’ around the place,
kinder pitful like. Cussln’ them didn’t
do no good. They Jest looked back
/" and twigged their tails feeble the more
f I cussed. And you can’t give a suu.r, e.
paregoric like you can a baby.
And now you have an idea what na
ture had begun to do for Jabez Carr.
But I am getting ahead of my story.
Adam Farr did not recover his speech
until after the brief, perfunctory trial
of Eric Midthorne was over and the
young man stood honorably acquitted.
The defendant's story was not even
assailed by the commonwealth. There
was no voice to dispute his claim of
self defense, no witness to cast the
remotest doubt upon the statement he
made. The only human being who
might have spoken for or against him.
was pow'erle'-.s to utter an intelligible
sound.
When John Fa:,’son entered the sick
room and calmly announced to his
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mother that the Jury had discharged
Brie without leaving the box. and on
the advice of the court himself. Adam
I'arr opened his eyes and spoke aloud
for the first time since he was stricken
the week before.
"l knew they would.” he said with an
effort, but quite distinctly, to the great
amazement of the doctor and the nurse.
The Widow Payson and John were not
surprised. They understood the in
scrutable ways of the .man.
The machinery of the law never
worked so fast as in the case of the
State vs. Eric Midthorne. Five days
after lie surrendered himself to the
sheriff, his case was called for hear
ing. The court room was crowded, for
the Courier had announced the trial
day and hour. No one was there in the
hope of finding fresh sensations, hut
to hear the story of the fight from the
lips of the victor himself.
Inside the railing sat the entire bar
of the city. Judge Oswald Bright came
over from the capital and occupied a
seat on the bench beside the court. His
daughter sat with Mary Midthorne at
the defendant's table. Horace Blagden
and ills wife had seats so close to Eric
that thev could lean forward and ffhls
ner in his ear, an oft repeated act
which sent a thrill of approbation
through the big audience, and had a
moral though utterly Wasted effect on
thi Jury.
The preliminaries were brief. Mr.
State’s Attorney Collins road the affi
davit on information and belief and
called his only witness—the sheriff of
the county, who merely testified that
the prisoner at the bar was the man
mentioned in the instrument and that
he had openly confessed to the slaying
of Chetwynd Blagden. The state rest
ed. Tile audience leaned back with an
audible breath of relief.
The defense very naturally moved to
quash the indictment, on tile ground
that the corpus delicti had not been
established, but formally withdrew the
motion a m imenv later, as n, part of the
program, to permit Eric Midthorne to
tell his story on the stand. The audi
ence listened with breathless interest
to the recital, dividing its attention be
tween the young man in the box and
Ilie grey haired Parents of Chetwynd
Blagden. watching with eager eyes for
some sign of animosity on their part.
If the people expected or hoped for a
demonstration they were disappointed.
The Blagdens sat very still and ereet.
their pinched backs to the multitude,
their heads twisted slightly, toward the
witness, from whose face their gaze
was not once removed during the un
interrupted recita' At its conclusion
thev turned expectantly toward the
state's attorney.
Horace Blagden’s figure straightened
nerceptibly. A moment later his own
name was called. He arose slowly—
at anv other time we would have said
nompously—and slipped into the wit
ness box. A stir swept through the
crowd. Here was a sensation, after all.
Facing the judge, the great man of
Corinth toi k the oath, his right hand
uplifted. It did not tremble. He then
testified to the reputation of the de
fendant for truth and veracitv. and to
his standing in the community. That
was all. He gave it elearlv, unfalter
'ngly. He was not asked if he were the
father of the deceased. It was as the
first, citizen of Corinth that he testified,
fine could have been excused for smil
ing at the theatric display of seif re
•mrrt t'-at overshadowed the real inten
tion of the man. The great man ef
Corinth was speaking. No one could
have asked for more than that.
Horace Blagden did not mean to
place himself in a false position. He
was intensely sincere in his desire to
dissipate all doubts in the minds of the
townspeople as to ills attit”de toward
his nephew. No more convincing wav
could have presented Itself, ho argued,
than this opportunity to publicly re
peat the sentiment embodied In his
earlier newspaper expression. Adam
Carr, when he heard of the net. uttered
an opinion that no one else dared to
voice:
“Old Horace simply can’t help it. It’s
born in him. When he dies, by the
grace, hell lie in state. And. no mat
ter how dead he is. he’ll know he's ly
ing in state.”
The judge instructed the 1urv to find
for the defendant, and Eric was dis
charged from custody almost before
you could have counted 12.
The whole affair was so palpably
predestined that it savoured of trav
esty. and yet there was a seriousness
about it all that could not be mistaken.
The law Itself did not come in for much
consideration. So far as the real legal
aspects of the case were concerned, all
precedents were violated. But no one
cared about that. Not a single soul In
all Corinth desired the punishment of
Eric Midthorne. Corinth, therefore, was
Eric's trial was much the same as a
wedding or a funeral—a matter of a
few very important minutes and then
everybody going about his own busi
ness as if it hadn't occurred. The wed
ding means a great deal to the fellow
who is getting married, and the funeral
is of the utmost importance to the chap
who is being buried, but the world does
not care a scrap what happens to either
of them after it is all over. Most of us
get married and all of us die. People
come and see us do both, if the oppor
tunity presents itself, and go away
thoroughly satisfied that it is the end
of the matter so far as they are con
cerned.
Corinth would have stepped up and
congratulated Eric on his acquittal if it
couiil have done so with propriety. But
there had been ample time for reflec
tion. The magnanimous Blagdens were
to be considered. How would it appear
to them if everyone rushed up to shal.a
hands with the destroyer of their only
son? Dreadful! So Corinth, or as much
of it as e*uld be crowded into the
courtroom, considerately effaced itself
as soon as the verdict was given.
While the crowd was leaving the
courtroom, the judge on the bench
calmly turned to the clerk and said:
“Call the next case. Mr. Clerk."
The regular panel remained in the
Jury box; the sheriff went over to the
telephone and called up the gaol; and
half an hour luter a dissolute sailor
from the water front was on trial for
stealing a pound of tobacco, and the
state's attorney was working his head
off, so to speak, to secure the maximum
penalty. One lias to make an example
of such chaps, you see. Society de
mands it.
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The Rev. Mr. Presbrey alone came
forward to congratulate Eric, regard
less of the presence of the Blagdens or
the fitness of the occasion. With tears
in Ids eyes, he wrung the embarrassed
young man’s hand with a vigor that
suggested something long pent-up and
thriving.
“Thank you, Mr. Presbrey,” muttered
Eric, very uncomfortable.
"We’ve been praying for you, Eric,”
*ald Mr. Presgrey: “Mrs. Presbrey and
I. Ah, my dear young friend, you do
not know how greatly this will pleasa
my wife, your most devoted friend. She
Is indisposed today. Otherwise she
would have accompanied me here. But
her heart is here, her thoughts ure
here.”
"Good morning, Arthur,” said Horace
Blagden pleasantly. "1 am sorry to
hear that Julia is ill. Nothing serious,
I hope.”
Mr. Presbrey’s eyes flew wide open.
He stared for a moment. Then his face
turned a deep pink.
"Not at all, not at all,” he stammered,
completely taken aback. "Merely a
cold, Mr. Blagden. In the head."
"Please remember us to her," said
Mr. Blagden, slipping his arm through
Eric’s. "Oh. by-the-by, Arthur,” he
went on after an instant’s reflection,
"will it be convenient for you to drop
in to see me at the bank tomorrow?
Any hour will do. I want to talk over
a question In connection with the new
library.”
Mr. Presbrey stiffened. “I have read
something about it.” he said.
"Do you think Julia will be well
enough to come to dinner tomorrow
evening?” asked Mrs. Blagden. "Then
you two could have the whole evening
to yourselves in the library.’ ’
"Good!” said her husband genially.
"And we could have the architect there
to assist us. What do you say, Pres
brey?”
Mr. Presbrey’s face was a study.
"I—I—dear me. dear me!” he fal
tered. nervously fumbling for his hand
kerchief. Finding it, lie blew his nosa
rather aimlessly and then repeated:
"Dear me!” They were waiting for an
answer. He cleared his throat. “Really.
f—I—yes, yes, it's very good of you, X
am sure. Dear me! Of course, you
understand, it is only a cold In the
head. I fancy she will be quite rid of
)t. by tomorrow. Mustard foot bath to
night. Yes. yes! Hot mustard for a
cold head—cold in the head, 1 should
say. Dear me! It will seem quite lika
old times, my dear friends.”
Horace was enjoying himself. After
wards he confessed to a certain mean
ness of spirit, a delicious sensation of
malice; but quitq pardonable, ha
argued, in view of the fact that he was
returning good for evil. Eric, the only
other witness beside Mrs. Blagden, ac
tually felt sorry for the distressed ex
••Except that we all have grown older
and wiser,” supplemented Mr. Blagden.
Mr. Fresbrey made haste to accept
the amendment. "And better, I hope,”
he said. He did not know it, but that
was a master-stroke. As a matter of
fact, in repeating the amazing conver
sation to his wife, he quite forgot to
mention the remark.
"We dine at 7, Mr. Fresbrey,” said
Mrs. Blagden.
He responded bravely. "Instead of
G:3U?”
Ah. Here was tribute to the memory
of old times!
"I shall also ask Mr. King to come
In,” said Horace, in the most matter-of
fact way.
Mr. Fresbrey drew a long breath. “I
shall rejoice in the opportunity to meet
him,” he said desperately. "You said
0:30?”
"Seven.” said Horace. Then, as If
recognizing an oversight, he extended
his hand. Mr. Fresbrey was on the
point of blowing ids nose again. He
hastily switched the handkerchief to
his left hand, and clasped the ends of
Mr. Blagden’s fingers in his right. It
was not much of a hand-shake, but it
seemed to put new life into him. At
least, he breathed with less difficulty.
He went home to Julia in a perfect
maze of bewilderment. She not only
took a mustard foot bath externally
but nine grains of quinine the other
way.
In the corridor of the courthouse,
Eric, walking between his uncle and
aunt with his arms through theirs,
burst out feelingly:
“Uncle Horace, you are wonderful,
really wonderful.”
Mr. Blagden smiled, self-satisfied.
“Paying off all the old scores, Eric,”
he Bald gravely.
A little group was waiting for them
at the top of the stairway. John Pay
son quietly detached' himself from the
rest and started downstairs as they ap
proached.
“Just a moment. John, if you please,”
said Mr. Blagden, raising his voice
slightly. “This is a day for renewing
old acquaintances, old friendships.
Will you shake hands, sir?”
Payson did not hesitate. He clasped
the banker’s hand.
"Certainly, Bir. Is this your verdict?”
Mr. Blagden was puzzled. He looked
into the young man’s steady eyes for
a moment: then the doubt was lifted
from his own.
“It is.” he said cucclnctly, and Pay
son knew that at last he was acquitted
of complicity in the bank defalcation.
An instant later Horace remarked: "I
am a Just man. By-the-by,” he went
on. “how Is Adam Carr today?”
“There is no change, Mr. Blagden, I
am sorroy to say. He will never speak
again, sir.”
Then Horace Blagden uttered a re
markable prophecy.
(Continued next week.)
MAY LEAD AN ARMY
AGAINST THE SERBS
crown Prince Boris of Bulgarin.
According to cabled reports Crown
Prince Boris of Bulgaria, who is
barely past twenty-ona vanra nf a
will command a B
the threatened war
becomes fact and an invasion of
Serbia takes place. The prince was
very active in the Balkan war
against Turkey and even more so in
the second Balkan war when Greece,
Serbia and Roumania combined
against Bulgaria. Crown Prince
Boris is extremely popular with his
people and his appointment as com
mander of an army division met witi
general approval.
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From an Interview With General Joffre
by Owen Johnson In Collier’s Weekly.
Where it nation Is truly republican I <lo
not think there is any danger to the spirit
»f democracy In military preparation.
It Is not simply the need of preparation
for war, hut the need of self discipline.
In a republic where the spirit of Individ
ual liberty Is always strong, military serv
ice gives the citizens a quality of self
discipline which he perhaps needs to re
spect the rights of others ns well as to
be able to net In organized bodies.
If you have the dread of military serv
ice in America, It may be because you
are looking at the German ideal rather
than at the French. The art of war Is
practically the same everywhere: the same
general principles are taught everywhere.
The distinction between the French army
and the German Is a difference in the
conception of the role of the soldier. The
theory of the Germans is to make of the
soldier a machine. They do not wish him
to think for himself. By their discipline
of fear they rob him of initiative and
make his movements absolutely mechani
cal. entirely subject to the will of Ids offi
cer. That Is why they must attack In
close formation. To carry out this theorj,
the officer class has been made into a
Brahmin caste. To perpetuate this Lind
of feudal supremacy, the officer does not
converse directly with the privates, but
transmits his orders through the agency
of an Intermediary class—sergeants and
corporals.
You have been to the front. In the
trenches and In the camps. You must
have seen how different It is with us. Our
discipline Is not the discipline of fear. We
do everything that we tan to Impress the
necessity of tills spirit of fraternity. Our
soldiers are treated as Intelligent human
beings, capable of thinking for them
selves In great crises.
Every day men come from the ranks
Into leadership. The private soldier Is
an inexhaustible store from which at
necessity wo can replenish our staff of
officers. They. In turn, are taught that
their soldiers are their children; nothing
that their private soldiers need or desire
must be Indifferent to thorn; they watch
over their comforts and necessities, share
their food with them and endure the same
hardships. They live together as a great
family.
When we make a charge, the officer
leads his men always—no one has to tell
him that—and he does not need to look
around to see If he is followed.
France’s Future.
Paris Dispatch to New York Post.
It has been the fashion. In other cotin
fries, to talk of France as financially and
economically exhausted. Yet, without
saying much about It, she Is presenting
some considerable evidences of reseryo
strength. As to gold, for Instance, it Is
notorious that France Is far from being
at the end of her rope. Besides the gold
cover of her circulation (still amounting
to more than one-third of the face value
of her banknotes, and actually In the
vaults of the Bank of France), the Inflow
to the Bank of France from the people’s
private reserves has averaged $10,000,000 a
month since July, and It Is continuing un
diminlshed.
Even If continued at that weekly rate
up to the end of the year, this would
amount to only one-third of the gold suit
posed to held In private hands In France,
and apparently ready for the government
in. case of proved need. Again, with all
the loss from seven manufacturing de
partments occupied by the enemy, French
industry Is still turning out 70 per cent
of Its normal production. The agriculture
of the territory not held by the enemy Is
alone nearly equal to the task fulfilled by
French agriculture for many years of
peace—to satisfy native consumption.
And I have not mentioned one part of
the revenue of France during the last
years of peace—a revenue which certainly
can not he greatly diminished as soon as
peace is declared again. This Is the rev
enue from foreign travelers and from
purchases they make—estimated at $000,
800,000 a year, and paid In gold.
Beauty Hints to Girls.
In the Woman’s Home Companloi.
Alice Farnham Leader, a New York
physician, tells how girls can keep their
good looks. She says that health de
pends upon food, sleep and fresh air,
and not upon pills and prescriptions.
Her article is full of practical sugges
tions as to diet, sleep and exercise.
Following Is a brief extract from what
she has to say about food:
'’’Rich past' frozen creams and
candy are difl tit to digest and, in ad
dition to me cing the health, they
cause positive nomeliness. They con
tain more sugar and fat than the sys
tem can possibly assimilate, and the
surplus is carried to the skin, where It
makes its appearance in the form of
pimples and blackheads. To avoid such
foods doesn’t mean giving up all des
serts. Let your choice rest between
light custards, fruits and ices.
’’Coffee and tea are not always In
jurious, provided they are taken In
moderation. Never drink more than
one cup of coffee for breakfast, and add
cream and sugar with a grudging hand.
Drink plenty of water, hot and cold.
Nothing will promote digestion and
prevent sickness as will a glass of hot
water slowly sipped Immediately upon
arising in the morning. The human
body requires at least a quart of water
a day, that is, about a half pint every
two or three hours.
“If the average woman gave as much
attention to that much abused organ,
the liver, as she does to her finger
nails, her face would need less atten
tion. No wonder the liver rebels and
reacts upon the complexion, its spite
being betrayed in the form of pimples,
sallowness and black shadows under
the eyes.”
Locking the Stable Door.
From the Minneapolis Journal.
The prosecution of the New Haven rail
road wreckers should stimulate congress
to pass the bill for federal supervision of
the issue and sale of railroad securities.
The business of the country has suf
fered for want of such a law for 10 years,
but congress has preferred trust busting
to trust regulation. The president did his
best to get the measure through the last
session, and will try again this winter.
The exposure of the New Haven trial
should help him to succeed;
It Is probable that the former officers
and directors of the New Haven broke the
Sherman law, and It Is certain that their
proceedings would have been unlawful un
der the Clayton law, which was passed
after the acts. But the mischief has been
done.
In previous prosecutions under the new
principles of trust law, Juries have been
found very slow to grant personal dam
ages to plundered stockholders against of
fending officers and directors, and wholly
unwilling to send such offenders to Jail
The Jury theory seems to be that stock
holders should protect themselves by
watching their servants.
But the government can protect stock
holders by preventing the Juggling of
stocks and bonds by railroads wreckers
«ho gain control through the complai
.".nce of stockholders. A federal law mod
eled on those New York and other states
have enacted for securities chartered by
them would have anticipated the New
Haven, Rock Island und Frisco wreckings
In the last 10 years.
Congress should stop talking about trust
busting for popular consumption, long
enough to pass the measure.
X LIFE’S BARGAIN. X
4 Agnes Laut, In the Century 4
4 Magazine. 4
4 For we take out of life Just what 4
4 we put In It. If we give to life 4
4 only complaining, life gives back 4
4 only a many echoed wall of our 4
4 own whining. If we give to life Joy, 4
4 life throws back to us all those 4
4 gracious, Joy laden gifts that the 4
4 ancients picture Spring tossing out 4
4 of her lay to youth. Happy dreams 4
4 send us out Into the day glad. 4
4 Nightmare thoughts project their 4
4 dull shadows across the day. 4
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Lloyd’s Misty History.
Now that Mr. McKenna is looking
to Lloyd’s for a substantial contribu
tion to the revenue from war profits,
it is interesting to recall that tho
greatest maritime institution in the
world is named, not after a financier
or shipowner, but after an humble cof
fee-house keeper. Of Lloyd's history,
says the Loudon Chronicle, little is
known beyond the fact that he kept
a coffee house in Lombard street at
tho beginning of the eighteenth cen
tury, which, from its proximity to the
Royal exchange, came to be the favor
ite assembling pluee of the underwrit
ers.
Tho first mention of his house oc
curs In a poem. "The Wealthy Shop
keeper,” published in 1700:
When to Lloyd's coffee house to go he
never falls
To read the letters and attend tho soles.
In 1710 Steel dated some numbers
of the Tatler from Lloyd's and Addi
son also makes mention of the bouse
in the Spectator.
Hardened. ~*~i.
"Mr. Editor, the mayor spoke very
feelingly when welcoming us here and
sympathized with us in the hardships
we endured while prisoners in G. S.
W. A., but I can assure you all those
hardships can be considered as a
pleasure when comparing them with
the magnificent reception that was ex
tended us.”—Letter from a released
prisoner of war in the Capetown,
(U. S. A.) Cape Times.
Appropriate Gift.
"How could old man Smith afford
to give his daughter so many stockai
for a wedding present?”
"1 guess they came from his 'war
brides’ speculations.”
What Ignorance.
"Shall wo have champagne or soma
other wine?"
"Are there other wines?”—Punch.
To be a gentleman a man has to
hide his meanness.
Out of Sorts
THAT IS, something is wrong with baby, but we can’t tell
just what it is. All mothers recognize the term by the
lassitude, weakness, loss of appetite, inclination to sleep,
heavy breathing, and lack of interest shown by baby. These
are the symptoms of sickness. It may be fever, congestion,
worms, croup, diphtheria, or scarlatina. Do not lose a minute.
Give the child Castoria. It will start the digestive organs into
operation, open the pores of the skin, carry off the foetid
matter, and drive away the threatened sickness.
Genuine Castoria always bears the signature of
Poor Excuse.
Thomas Mott Osborne, warden of
Sing Sing, said at a luncheon in New
port:
"This laying of all one's crimes and
transgressions at the door of heredity
disgusts me. If wo sin, we ourselves
are to blame. To blame heredity is
false and foolish.
"These heredity blamers are like the
chap who said to the dun:
“ 'We can't escape domination of
early-formed habitB. In my infancy
my parents hired a young nursemaid
to wheel me about in a baby-coach.
And ever since that distant time, alas,
I have been pushed for money.' ”
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Those fragrant supercreamy emol
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Oh, Memory!
“What beautiful thought comes to
nind, boys, on this bright, crisp morn
ing?” asked the teacher.
“I know,” said Jack, shooting up his
hand.
"The boautifulest thought that
comes to me today is of that day when
it was so scorching hot that they had
to close the school.”
Prophetic.
"It's a good play, Bill,” said the man
ager, who had Just finished reading
Shakespeare’s new play of "Hamlet,”
"but it's too gloomy. Can’t you put a
little more comedy in it?”
“That," replied the author, "will
be furnished by the actors who at
tempt to interpret the stellar role.”
Suspicious.
“The cook is leaving tomorrow,
John.”
“What’s the matter? Don’t we pay
her enough?”
"She says it's very strange that
every time she has an afternoon oft
our automobile is in the repair shop.
She thinks we do it on purpose.”
Correct.
"What Is one of tho characteristics
of tho Indian race?” asked an instruc
tor In city collego.
"They play football to beat the
band.” replied a former Do Witt Clin
ton boy.
The man who can lose all his money
and still retain his friends Is a wonder.
Talk is cheap when one uses his
neighbor’s telephone.
Stop That Backache!
There's nothing more discouraging
than a constant backache. You are
lame when you awake. Pains pierce you
when you bend or lift. It’s hard to rest
and next day it's the Barae old story. •
Pain in the back is nature’s warning of
kidney ills. Neglect may pave the way
to dropsy, gravel, or other serious kid
ney sickness. Don’t delay—begin using
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A Fit Companion.
Lunatic (looking over asylum wall)
—What are you so pleased about?
Crank—I’ve thought of a way to end
the war.
LunaUc—Oh. what’s the idea?
Crank—Sue for peace.
Lunatic — Come inside. — Passing
Chow.
A woman always tries to make a
secret of what she doesn't know.
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