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A REMARKABLE WILL
(New York Times.)
Extracts from the remarkable “last
will and testament” of the Rev. Dr.
Joseph Krauskopf, rabbi of Temple
Keneseth Israel, Philadelphia, who
died on June 12, are published in the
American Hebrew. The document,
which was written four years ago, be
gins by saying:
“When in 1876 I decided to enter the
Hebrew Union college of Cincinnati to
study for the Jewish ministry, I knew
that I had chosen a life calling which
even if successful, would yield little
more than a respectable living. Ex
perience has proved that I had judged
aright. Beyond my home, my library,
and household effects and a few thous
and dollars invested, which sum repre
sents, for the most part, matured en
dowments from life insurance policies.
I own nothing.
“I therefore, have no worldly goods
to bequeath to you my dear children.
And I would not have wanted it other
A selection of all your favor
ites— just the kinds that
everyone likes best—and none of
the other kinds. Put up in the
inexpensive, though handsome,
orange-and'gold box, so that the
value can be all put in the candy
itself. Every piece made of pur
est ingredients—pure, fresh sugar, *
chocolate, nuts, maits, cream, but
ter,honey,etc. Buy her a box today.
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“The Rexall” Store
wise. I believe I have done my full
duty toward you in having accorded
you an education, in having set before
you the example of a life consecrated
to labor and earnest striving after the
higher ideals. Even if Providence had
chosen to bestow a fortune upon me I
would have regarded myself as having
been entrusted with it solely as custo
dian for the benefit of others, rather
than as a personal possession to be
used by me and my family.
‘Too often have I seen a father’s
fortune become the undoing of his
children, and rather than expose you
to such a risk I rejoice that I have no
fortune to leave to you, my dear chil
dren. You have received the necessary
education and the home stimulus nec
essary to enable the aid of an inheri
tance. With far less advantages to be
gin life’s career than you have enjoy
ed. I was obliged to make my way in
life from my 12th year. And I have
seemingly been all the stronger for it.
The consciousness that whatever for
tune you shall have or whatever hon
orable position you shall occupy it is
of your making will some day become
to you a source of supreme satisfac
tipn. And let whatever encourage
ment I have given toward attaining
that end, be one of my legacies to
you. . .
After requesting that no display be
connected with the obsequies, that the
coffin remain closed, that there be no
floral tributes, no eulogy, no creep or
other signs of mourning in the temple
during the funeral or after, the will
continues:
“I look upon death as the portal to
anovher life, to the more important'of
the two. I do not regard it as the end
of existance. I believe that the soul
passes on to advance upon the wofk
here began and for which it was
created.
“While I have not done all the work
I wanted to do, nor* performed that
which I did as well as I should have
liked to have done, still I feel that I
have done nothing for which either my
family or friends need mourn, or wear
the trappings of sorrow. If mourners’
garb have for its purpose to serve as
a reminder of bereavement, I do not
think that my dear ones will require
such reminders. If it will not be easy
to be remembered without outward to
kens of mourning, then will I not de
serve to be remembered at all.
“It may not be regarded as the least
of my work if I shall have Inspired my
family to set themselves against the
mourning practices now in vogue. Men
do not mourn nor deck themselves with
trappings of sorrow, or shut out the
light of their homes and lives, when
one of their dear ones is promoted
from a lower to a higher station. Such
promotion to my mind, comes to the
soul at the moment of death, if it have
lived worthily.
“Let my obsequies, therefore, be free
from any sign of sorrow. Let the last
rites consist of a regular service, and
no more.”
ST. PAUL’S CHURCH
Holy Communion will be celebrated
Sunday at 8:30 a. m. by Dean Render.
Rev. L. W. Gramly.
NOTICE.
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those knowing themselves indebted to
O’Connell Bros., will kindly pay up at
once. All accounts are at the Grand
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American Explorers Lclptftf.
The British occupation oi Palestine
to the present time has pcov$t of
greater usefulness to American ex
plorers taan to those of the manda
tory power. The work at l'.elsau Is
only a commencement of American
researches In the Iloly Land. The fa
mous historical sites of Taanach and
Megiddo ho1’® been allocated provi
sionally to two other American uni
versities; while a third university,
that of Harvard, hns obtained a re
newed concession for the site of
Samaria, where, previous to the war,
they had disclosed imposing Roman
ruins of the period of Herod, and
enrlier remains down to that period in
Jewish history when Ahab first estab
lished on that site the capital of
Israel.
While British universities have
been slow to respond to the great op
portunity which ’now lies open, there
Is, at any rate, much satisfaction to
be derived from the increasing activ
ity on the part of American col
leges. Harmony and enthusiasm
prevail, and the friendly rivalry thus
established is a healthy and helpful
Stimulus
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LITTLE MISS CARO
By JANE GORDON
(©, 1922, Western Newspaper Union.)
Tlie hostess of Magnolia Inn was
much interested in her new guest.
For he was the young and clever dean
of a far-away young woman’s college.
He came only the night before to the
secluded southern village, «hd had
seemed averse to conversation.
When, therefore, upon the following
day, Mrs. Fairly gained Ids Interested
attention, she was greatly gratitled.
She had been sitting on the front
verunda, facing the dusty road, and
the professor sat near with his book.
The sound that attracted their atten
tion was the wild and joyous barking
of two dogs who heralded the ap
proach of their mistress. The girl
carried a market basket on her arm
and was too busily engaged in eluding
the bounding animals to notice her
observers.
“Little Miss Caro, of course,’ Mrs.
Fairly exclaimed, and as though ask
ing a question, the professor repeated
the name.
“Miss Caro?” The hostess of the’
Inn was only too glad to tell her fa
vorite story.
“A happy personality, our little
Caro, yet her life has been overshad
owed by tragedy. We all love the g'rl
so; I think if the president were com
ing to town, and Caro by the same
train, she would be given the greater
ovation, it v, as so wifh her mother
befoiv her. When you walk about the
village, Promisor Manly, you will see
a great decaying house, one of our
former places of grandeur—the Rich
mond house. The last old master still
lives there. Near by, at the end of
the park, stands a white cotttage—the
very one you read about—roses clam
boring around the door—dainty rufiled
curtains at the windows. This used to
be the ledge. Now, little Miss Caro,
granddaughter of the solitary old man
of the big house, lives in this neat
cottage with her mother's mulatto
maidservant.
“Until a short time ago two colored
servants attended Andrew Richmond
In his Isolation. Recently they have
been removed, one by death, one by
reason Of frailty. Many years ago,
when our southern standards were so
ridiculously autocratic, Anne Rich
mond fell in love with a man too hum
ble for her father’s approval. And,
though he was far from strong at
the time of their marriage, she, with
unselfish love, hoped to nurse her
young husband hack to health and
strength. This was not to be. Anne
was left soon, a widow In the distant
city to which her father's unjust unr#T
had banished the two who dared trv
frustrate his will. Caroline, the’
mulatto woman—and the only mother
whom Anne in her infant bereavement
had known, went with her beloved
mistress to the distant city, and when
Anne lived only long enough to smile
upon her infant daughter, It was
Car’line who brought the baby back
to the grandfather’s home.
“In a dainty, berlbboned basket she
left the tiny Caroline before the old
man’s door. ‘She is named for the
one soul who has been faithful to
me,’ Anne had written as she gave
C’ar’line directions. The note In his
daughter’s tsemulous handwriting was
affixed to the baby’s dress.
“When Andrew Richmond saw the
child he rang his hell. ‘Take the brat
away,’ he ordered the watchful
Car’line.
“Without reply, the mulatto woman
carried the baby to the white cottage
at the end of the park. And there
little Miss Caro, as they called her.
lived and grew in loving care. Just
as Caroline hnd honored and revered
her mistress Anne, so now she served
‘Anne’s child, with this difference.
“Then Caroline sent Anne’s daugh
ter away to college. When Caro
came last time we thought she looked
pale—studying too hard, I told
Car’line.
“ ‘It’s the stories the Jealous ones
are telling about her at school,’
Car’line said. Because a mulatto wom
an pays for her schooling—because
Miss Caro lives in my little house with
me—because her grandfather treats
her as if she were no kin—they’re say
ing that Miss Caro is my child.’
“Then, only a month ago Oar’line
vv^s taken sick. With the fearful su
perstition of her race, she sent word
to Caro that she was about to die.
And at once Cary came to nurse her
‘mammy’ to health. It was through
an accident that she learned her iso
lated grandfather was quite alone
in his big, empty house—alone, with
out sufficient money to pay new servi
tors.
“Little Miss Oaro moved into the
home of her ancestors, and with her
devoted Car’line took charge.
“That's all of the story, Professor
Manly. This morning you saw little
Miss Caro on her way home from mar
ket, but soon she will come into her
own. When the Richmond property
is sold it will bring a good sum. We
want It for our new school site.”
Caro was coming down the stair
with her grandfather’s tray when a
young man, evidently waiting for her
in the hall, relieved her of the burden.
“Hruce Manly!" cried the girl, her
cheeks went pink. “I do not wonder,"
the dean snid sternly, “that you blush.
Why did you run away from school,
young lady—leaving me to believe any
thing—not telling me where to find
you?”
“Perhaps,” answered Miss Caro,
resting smilingly in the arms that en
closed her—“to see if you might be
lieve all things—to see perhaps, if you
would find me."
A ROOM TO RENT
By BERTHA E. KEYES
vvfi>. 1923, by McClure Newvpaper Syndicate.)
The air of the room was worried
with the continual whirring drone of
a sewing machine. It was a small
room, but it contained furniture und
knick-knacks enough to supply ulmost
a whole house.
Yet this room typified its owner,
Tryphena Small. She was a seam
stress. She' had done sewing always—
as far back as she could remember.
And by reason of overestimating her
own capuclty she was always in the
, habit of tuklng on more work than
she could comfortably do, and thereby
was continually rushing to unish
scynethlng.
Poor cramped little soul! She had
never had a chance to enjoy life. Al
ways at the beck and call of her cus
tomers, "she fairly worked the fl4sh
off her bones to please them. This
left her face thin and wrinkled, and
about her eyes a fine network of
caretaking lines.
It was underwear that she was fin
ishing now for rich Amelia Westlake.
Tryphena did only plain sewing. She
did not have the necessary skill to
make gowns. There was a time,
though, when she had drentned of go
ing to the city to take a course in
dressmaking, but that was way back,
years ago.
Yes, she was hurrying with the un
derwear for Amelia Westlake, who
was starting for the South In a week
nnd must have her work without fail
by Saturday, but that was not the
only reason for the unusually worried
look In Tryphenn’s eyes. It was the
fact that Mrs. Mardon, her landlady,
had just succumbed to shock. She
lingered only two days after the
stroke came.
Such a fleshy, florid, talkatlee per
son she had been. Many n night the
little seamstress had gone to bed with
her ears ringing nnd her poor brain
all awhlrl after listening to Mrs. Mar
don’s encyclopedic narration of the
lives of everyone she knew.
Well, the voluble tongue was hushed
now. A dismal stillness, except for
the Intermittent rumbling of Tryphe
nn's sewing machine, brooded over
the house all the evening until ten
o’clock, when Charlie Waite went
down Into the cellar to shake down
the furnace nnd bank the fire for the
night.
Charlie was the only lodger In the
house at present, with the exception
of a nurse, who was nway on a case.
Mrs. Mardon had been unfortunate
with her rooms th'^ season, but Try
phena and Charlie were always there.
Tryphena had occupied the little
room over the front hall for fourteen
years, and Charlie was there when
she came. But Mrs. Mardon had
magnanimously given him the use of
the room for taking care of the fur
nace, cleaning off the pavement and
doing other odd chores about the
house.
Charlie did not get much out of the
bargain, but he had gone about his
business doggedly and was as much
n part of the house as the kitchen
stove or the black walnut bookcase
In the sitting room.
Tryphena had never seen much of
Cbnrlle heretofore. She was eternally
at her sewing, and when he came
home from work he always had his
chores, and then the evening paper.
But now that Mrs. Marden was lying
there on her couch bed, no longer at
the helm, th^ had to come together,
these two solitary tucked-away souls.
Mrs. Mardon had no relatives. There
fore Charlie and Tryphena had to
make all arrangements.
The question was in the minds of
both of them. They carefully avoided
the subject earlier in the evening, as
they arrunged the chairs in the sit
ting room and straightened out the
rooms on the lower floor in rendiness
for the service the next day.
'Tryphena, in spite of the pall that
overspread the house, felt like a dif
ferent person as she roamed about
the house, busying herself with little
details of the funerul arrangements.
Her quick, nervous little gait was re
placed by a freer, steadier swing. She
had always lived in such small quar
ters, but now that she had the ground
of a whole house to cover, something
within her seemed to stretch and
grow. She felt bigger, somehow, more
Important.
That evening, when all was quiet
again, they both instinctively went to
the sitting room to talk things over.
Charlie noticed a change in her. Try
phena’s eyes looked wistful and the
tense lines around them had slack
ened after her “set-to” at weeping
earlier in the day. She turned her
eyes upon Charlie with a look that
touched him. And a feeling of man
liness surged over him- such as he
had never felt before.
“You and I could run tills house
Just as well as Mrs. Mardon,” lie as
serted, unabashed and unfaltering.
“Come, we’ll get married,” he went
on. "You throw your thimble and
your needles and all your small stuff
into the river. And you jhst mind
the house now. I’ve been saving a
little money all these years, arifl I
never knew what good it was going
to do me. We can pick out the best
room in the house and rent the others.
Come, Tryphena, you’re not set on
keeping your little room, are you?”
Tryphena tried to speak, but some
thing held her back. Before she
knew it, his arms were around her.
“Oh, Charlie!” she sobbed against
his shoulder. “1 never dreamed what
a nice man you were.”
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ODD COMPANY FOR QUAKER
Reactions to' Voice of Peace
Said to Be Same as Those of
General Hindenburg.
An Interesting story reaches us from
a Quaker source about the discovery
of a German professor of phonetics who
is engaged in collecting and analyzing
phonographic records of the voice of
speakers of evefy country and lan
guage. During the wur he not only got
records from allies and war prisoners
of nearly every country under the sun,
hut also carefully tabulated tbe voice
reactions of the most famous of his
own countrymen.
Recently he begged a well-known
English Quaker, who was on a visit
to Berlin In connection with interna
tional peace work, to allow a record of
his voice to be made. This was Mr. C.
Heath, the late secretary of the Na
tional Peace council, and now secretary
of the Friends’ Council for Interna
tional Service. He gave a brief address
on the pence principles of Quakerism
Into the -phonographic receiver, while
the professor eagerly watched the ma
chine’s delicate Indicator, which re
corded all the lights and shades of the
speaker’s voice.
At the conclusion of the test the pro
fessor pronounced that the verdict of
the machine was that the reactions to
the Quaker’s voice were exactly the
same as those to General Hlndenburg’s.
—Manchester (Eng.) Guardian.
INDIANA AS LITERARY STATE
Beginning of Its Eminent Place In Lit
erature May Be Traced to Gen.
Lew Wallace.
It may be surmised what made In
diana a literary state: "Ben Hur"
and the fortune It built. Imaginative
and book-minded youth of that com
monwealth today—truly no more gift
ed, in all probability, than that of any
other—looked upon Gen. Lew Wal
lace’s monumental work and pro
nounced it good'(as the world did)
and also worth while, and imaginative
youth did not bury Its talents In a
napkin.
It forthwith began to write and
brought forth fruit, some six-fold and
some ten-fold—honoring the example
of General Wallace and establishing
what Is now one of the most famed
schools of literature In the world.
Headed by Booth Tarklngton, In
diana continues to Interpret the life of
the great central American valley,
aided by new colonies of writers all
over the West who have followed In
diana's lead. They, for the most part,
stem from Gen. Lew Wallace and his
"Ben Hur,” though they have traveled
far from that ancient, romantic Ideal
—St. Louis Glote-Democrat.
The Ideal
Two Weeks’
Vacation
COLORADO
The Low Cost of the Trip
Will Surprise You
If your time is limited—
If you want 16 crowd in
to two weeks, perhaps the
maximum vacation enjoy
ment— •
Go to Colorado!
Colorado is as big as all
New England, with Indiana
added; two-thirds in moun
tainous — 100,000 square
miles contain 155 peaks that
are more than 13,000 feet
high. Within the state there
are 500 lakes—large and
small; 6,00(1 miles of running
water. Mineral springs
abound—no one knows how
many there are. Every rail
road line is an excursion line;
motor highways radiate in
all directions.
Obviously, in such a region
vacation possibilities are un
limited. Here, whatever your
age, or means, or prefer
ences, you’ll find your vaca
tion “as you like it.”
Where to go ? There are a
thousand different places!
When to go? Any time! This
summer, when you’re tuck
ered and seeking escape
from the heat and dust, get
out under that magnificent
cool blue Colorado sky, get
the tang of the mountain air
and the spicy smell of pine in
your nostrils, and you will
not have to ask anyone
whether it was the right
thing to do.
How to go l Oh, just climb
aboard a Burlington luxu
rious limited! Colorado is
not “Way off yonder,” as
some people think. The jour
ney there is both quick and
pleasant.
If you desire to continue
on to the Pacific Coast and
return via an entirely differ
ent route, that’s easily ar
ranged.
Don’t wait until the last
minute to make arrange
ments. Come in and see me
about it now.
L. E. DOWNEY,
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