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Defective Vision
Defective vision of pupils in the
public schools of (his country costs the
laxjiayors »t I oust $130,000,000 every
year, according to reports of the Eye
wight Conservation Council of Ameri
ca. This is due lo the fact that many
students are compelled to take two or
more years of a single grade because
faulty vision has made them backward
In their work.
lie that dies this year Is quit for
the next.—Hlntkespeare.
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High Cost of
Postponing
Permanent
Highway
Building
Poor motor roads stifle
industry and agriculture;
waste huge sums annu
ally in high maintenance
costs, and greatly increase
gasoline, tire and repair
bills.
There is not a state, not
a county, not a commu
nity, that isn't paying a
heavy price for having
too few permanent roads.
There are still many sections
of the country—even whole
Mate*—that are trying to operate
twentieth century traffic over
nineteenth century roads.
This is costing millions of dol
i * lam every year, and will keep on
1 costing millions until we have
well developed permanent high
way systems everywhere.
Even what we often call the
more progressive communities
are far behind the demands of
modem highway traffic with its
16,000,000 motor vehicles.
From the Atlantic to the IV ?
cific, and from Canada to Mex
ico, teneed more Concrete roads
—the roads for twentieth can
; tury traffic.
Your highway officials want
to be of the greatest possible
service to you. Get behind them
with ways and means that will
provide r. oro Concrete roads
and streets. Such an investment
will pay you big dividends y**e
aher year. I
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“Ah! then it’s all right. But
—-my goodness! Here’s medicine
time, mid Mr. Tremont is wait
ing downstairs to help me with
my Indian stuff. Just ring for
Thomas, will you, Alee? Thank
you. Don’t blame your mother
for tattling, will you? Don't
grudge me my diversions.”
“Indeed, sir, I shan't.”
Alec turned in the doorway to
see his father twinkling, with a
finger up.
“Don’t let your Yankee cous
in cut you out that’s all.”
Alee half started. Whatever
was selfish ami primitive in his
nature resented this notion of a
rival in the field., lie might not
love Claire, but he had thought
of making her his wife, and he
would brook no other dog in the
manger.
Alec took the letters to his
own room downstairs to answer
them. Rapidly he tore open the
letter from the money-lender,
and read it. Yes—it was an
appeal to the earl, an attempt at
threat of publicity if the loan
were not promptly repaid.
The bullying tone of it made
Alee cold with mingled anger
and fear. Ia exasperation he
tore it to bits and threw it in
to the waste-paper basket. But
ita elosing words persistently
shouted themselves in his ears.
“The law will be duly invoked
unless we receive complete satis
faction, and that immediately.
We should be glad to be spared
the painful necessity of giving
this matter publicity, and rely
upon your lordship to take
prompt action accordingly.”
The effect of this threat of
imminent disclosure and the in
terview with his father was cu
mulative. Soreness of heart, a
sensation of being trapped, a
mighty desire to please the
people who anxiously loved him,
fear of losing by hesitation a
prize within his grasp, and the
pressing anxiety of his uncon
fessed debts began so to torment
the poor fellow that work be
came an impossibilit}'. He sat
with his elbows on the desk, one
long hand propping his face, the
other pricking meaningless pen
patterns on the blotting-pad.
Was there no one to whom he
could turn for advice or help?
Things were closing in on him,
threatening him with fiasco in
every direction. IIow about
consulting Sir Geoffrey Brooke?
He was level-headed ari d under
standing. —But Alec stood in
awe of him; Sir Geoffrey, he
felt, would call for a very full
and complete accounting, on
other subjects than that of fi
nance, before he would raise a
hand o release him from the im
mediate predku.mcnt of this Un
terbercr.
Or Rufus Tremont? Alec had
sat up with him ov^r their pipes
last night, and somehow the
keen-minded American had led
him on to talk of himself and his
iffairs, so that his listener had
obtained a pretty clear view of
the penury of the heir of Breeme.
Alec was imp seed by Tremont’s
quick mentality and resourceful
ness, and evidently the man had
money. With characteristic hope
fulness Alee rehearsed imaginery
conversations with his American
“cousin”, leading to a successful
outcome. And yet, he was a
guest; had not been with them
for twenty-four hours! At least
it couldn’t be done just yet.
Alec started to design pen
patterns on another corner of the
blotter.
Then Humphrey, outside in
the passage, shouted, “I say,
Miss Aline let a fellow go!” and
there came a little laugh from
Aline, and a banging of naughty
heels up the panels of the door.
Alec, starting up, flung it
open. The rebel tumbled in upon
him in a struggling heap, Aline
barely recovering herself from a
elik disaster, and Alec caught up
his step-brother and gave him a
smart cuff.
“Hold your noise, young ‘un,”
said he sternly, “and do as
you’re bid. What’s up? Can’t
you manage him, Aline?”
Humphrey’s half-laughing
scream had dissolved into heart
broken tears. He turned to
Aline, buryingjhis hot cheeks in
her skirt. Her cheeks, too, were
hot.
*‘AJee, how could you? It
was half fun.*’
“That will teach him to keep
his fun in the nursery, where it
belongs. He’s getting a bit be
yond you, Aline.”
“Nothing of he sort. I can
manage him without blows. I
didn’t know you were here.”
“I’m usually here at this time
in the morning.”
“Come, Humphrey,” said
Aline. “Tell Alee you’re sorry
you disturbed him, and we’ll go
back, shall we?”
Humphrey ruefully obeyed,
looking up for his apology with
such round, grieved eyes that
Alec, all on edge as he was, felt
something like a twinge.
“You’ll get over it,’’said he
gruffly, rubbing Humphrey’s
curls. Then, wistfully, “What
are you doing, Aline? May I
come too?”
She hesitated, the flush com
ing and going in her thin young
face.
“The children have their les
sons,” she began. “Oughtn’t
you to get through with your
letter-writing? And—and—
Miss Wilton said something
aboxit a ride with you.”
“You don’t want me,” said
Alec bitterly, “Do you want me
Aline?”
He came closer to say this,
and she started away, trembling,
but found herself held by the
wrists.
“Aline, do you want me?”
She gave him another of those
wild, dumb looks. Her lips
were pinched and pale, like a
person’s in pain. Alee could not
tell whether she did not'*peak
because she couldn’t, or because
she wouldn’t
“Humphrey, go away,” she
said suddenly in a strained tone,
and the child instantly obeyed
without looking back.
She stood in Alec’s grasp for
a moment, then:
“You like to hurt me,” she
said, very low.
He kissed first one of the im
prisoned hands, then the other
with hard lips.
“I like to hurt you so and so,”
he said violently.
They were both talking in
whispers. Aline let her eyelids
fall. She spoke in an express
ionless voice, not looking at
Alec, but past him.
“I am engaged to marry Sir
Geoffrey Brooke,” she said.
Alee crushed her hands, then
dropped them.
“It’s a secret,” she went on,
with t' e same tone and look, “so
you won’t say anything about it,
please—even to him. I shouldn’t
have told you if you hadn’t
forced me to.”
Alee said nothing. He narrow
ed his eyes to Slits and looked at
her.
buddenly those darkened eyes
of hers swept over him. Then
she slipped away.
Alec went back to his desk and
sat there pricking patterns in
the blotting-pad.
He didn’t pay any attention
to time; there might never have
been such a thing. All that,
seemed of any importance to him
just then was to prick ten little
black dots in art orderly row di
rectly under ten other black
dots.
“Alec,” uaid an uncertain
voice.
Jane, well-trained little sister
that she was, had been waiting
for him to look up.
“Don’t you feel well?”
He scowled at her, and she
went on quickly:
“I just asked becayse you
were frowning so. I thought you
must have a headache. Were
you busy?” Jane had watched
the black dots in considerable
mystification. “You don’t feel
like talking, do you?”
“ Why, yes,” in a flat tone,
returning to the dots.
Jane shut the door and came
back, standing with her hand on
the desk.
“I want to talk to you about
Mr. Tremont.”
“What of him?”
“Have you told Mr. Tremont
about your debts,” she got out
with difficulty.
He drew himself coldly away
from her and stood with his
hands in his pockets, looking
hard and pale.
“On my soul,, Jane, I don’t
see what business it s of yours”
The tears came, but she went
on bravely.
“You don’t understand, Alee.
Please. It’s for a reason. I—I
don’t believe you know Mr. Tre
mont yet. He’s not so simple as
lie seems. Behind everything he
says and does there’s a purpose.
He—lie lias fixed himself upon
us. He wants something.”
‘‘What -the dickens does he
want, Miss Sherlock Holmes?”
“He wants”—.Jane stood up
and looked at him, drawing a
big breath—“the Van Dyke.”
The change in Alec’s face was
extraordinary.
“What do you mean?” he
asked bluntly, his jaw looking
longer and his eyes narrower
than usual.
“That’s the way I felt,” she
cried.
“Do you mean to say that he
has told you so ?”
“Yes. It is amazing. But he
came to Brceine House for that
purpose and no other. I laughed
at the notion. I begged him to
give it up at once. I hoped he
had. But, Alec, somehow, after
my asking him not to approach
father, he fastened his eyes at
once upon you. And I feel that
he means to get at you so
that—”
“Confound his impertinence!”
said Alec. “He comes here as
our guest and walks about ap
praising our property. He wants
to buy us out, I suppose.”
“He wants,” said Jane quiet
ly, “the Van Dyke. Just that; no
more, no less.”
“He can want it, then,” sneer
ed Alec “and he can leave
wanting it. So that’s what he
was after! I did tell him about
my debts. You’re right. He
wormed it out of me last night,
over our pipes.”
“I thought so. You couldn’t
help it, I fancy. He has a way of
looking at me.”
Alec stared at her.
“It’s time he packed. Ill go
to father.”
“Ah, nol Please don’t!”
He turned half-way to the
door.
“Wellt”
She was nervously protesting.
“It will disappoint papa, hurt
him, insult him; and he’s loving
the situation so. And Mr. Tre
mont is helping him with the
book. It’s such a good sign that
he should get to work again
with real zest.”
“What am I to do, then?”
“Couldn’t he be made to feel
that our selling anything to him
is out of the question—prepos
terous 1 ’ ’
Alec colored.
“Not after what I’ve told him,
I’m afraid.”
“Oh, I did hope you hadn’t
told him. It will have made him
feel so confident.
Jane actually whipped her
hand with her gloves. Her eyes
were extraordinarily clear of
dreams. They were proud, ex
cited, angry—a littl« frightened,
perhaps.
Alec said nothing. Into his
silence came the sound of a
man’s step. It went leisurely
past the door and down the pas
sage that led to the picture gal
lery. A voice that followed the
swinging rhythm of the step be
gan softly to sings
it 1 give you a coach and
six—1
Six black horses, as black
as pitch,
“Madam, will yeou walk!”
Madam, will you talk!
Madam, will you walk and
talk with me!’'
The voice was tauntingly con
fident and gay, with only a
mocking wistfulness—the voice
of a suitor who loves his lady
the better for her mightiness, be
ing sure of her surrender.
Jane’s hand tightened.
“It’s Mr. Tremont,” said she,
half laughing, half angry, with a
bright color in her cheeks. “He’s
singing to Lady Jane. Oh, Alec,
she is in danger.”
“If I give you the keys to
my heart!
If I give you the keys to
my heart?
Madam, will you walk!
Madam, will you talk?
Madam, will you walk and
talk with met”
That voice had its effects upon
Alec. He took up his riding-crop
from a chair and put a finger
under Jane’s chin for good-bye.
His eyes were coldly bright.
“I’m going to ride with Claire
now,” he said, and added, with
a satirical half-smile: “Wish me
good luck—since it’s for Lady
Jane.”
Her eyes glowed with under
standing and happiness.
“Oh, Alec!—I do; indeed I
do!” she whispered.
Riding with Claire , Wilton
though the joyous young green
of early summer, Lord Tremont
was obsessed with a queer com
plexity of feeling and purpose.
He was more and more deter
mined to have her for his wife,
more and more proud of her
beauty, more and more desirous
of the power that was hers. Far
within him Aline’s dear familiar
face made of his heart a ball of
fire. But the more fiercely it
burned the more positively his
will reacted, against her. He
was not a man to succumb to
suffering, or ' to learn forbear
ance under it. It filled him with
rage—with the will for action.
It prevented any clearness of
vision. It prevented, also, fair
judgment. His mind was merc
less to Aline. It snarled at her
as an animal snarls in pain.
“She wants me to marry
Claire. Very well, I will marry
her, and Aline shall be cut off
from Brecme House—from all
its intimacies, at any rate. She
can take her Sir Geoffrey, and
get out.”
“Show me, please,” asked
Claire suddenly, “Aline Parkes’
old home,—the rectory.”
With tightened lips he turned
down a certain bank-snuggled
lane. They crossed a bridge, he
pulled up, pointing with his
whip. The house stood beside a
tiny old stone church; it was low
and grey and many cornered.
The turf was tucked closely
about it. It seemed to be packed
like a box with gay, old-fashion
ed flowers, which overflowed
from every window and spilled
in streams against and under
the vine-grown walls. Bees
droned. The ran soaked into it
all.
“What a dear, squat, hum
ming, snugly house!” said
Claire. “Who lives there nowt”
“Mr. Bottomley. He will mar
ry one of the Meriden girls—we
can’t distinguish yet which one
it’s to be.”
“I can see Aline here,” went
on Claire; “not that she’s the
rosy cottage type, but she’s such
a quiet, quick figure. She’d go
so lightly and purposefully in
and out.”
Alec stared at the place with
eyes that saw very little.
“Was she happy theref” ask
ed Clgire clearly.
“Alinef ”
“Yes; of course, Alec,” Claire
was rather euriously watching
him.
VO BE CONTINUED
BANDITS ‘NOTCH’
SITERING WHEEL
Pretty Girl, Mother of Two
Children, Acted As Look
out in Crimes
Indianapolis, Ind.— Bandits
who proclaim their criminal ac
complishments by notching the han
dles of their six-shooters,' are being
superseded by a different type of
desperado, who cuts a notch In the
steerin'? wheel of his automobile.
And, while the picturesque bad
man of the west was supposed to
record only killings, the modern
bandit takes note of each felonious
“Job” by adding a notch to the
wheel.
This was the discovery of local
police who recently apprehended a
trio of motor car bandits and
found the steering wheel adorned
by nearly 100 such notches
Girl “Lookout”
One of the three was comely
May Conrad, 21-year-old bobbed
haired bandltress and the mother of
two children. She was arrested act
ing as “lookout" for Charles and
Georgo Maggard, 22 and 19, respec
tively. while they looted a house.
All were arraigned before Criminal
Court Judge Collins and sentenced to
from 2 to 14 years* imprisonment.
They admitted, according to police,
that they had staged nearly 100 rob
berien In eight states. Notches on
the cteering wheel of the car they
used bore mute evidence of the
fact.
When Judge Collins pronounced
sentence upon her, the girl-bandit
burst into tears.
Wants Her Babies.
"I want my babies,” she cried. It
was the first indication that the
nerves of steel which had withstood
the strain of the many jobs in which
she confessed taking part, had given
way.
"ill promise never 10 go wrong
again,” she sobbed, but Judge Col
lins refused to modify the sen
tence.
Mrs. Conrad said she was the
mother of a girl, IS months old, and
a boy of four years. The children,
she said, are being cared for by her
mother In Rlverview, Pa.
Evil Influence, rather than a
quest for thrills, was responsible
for her starting upon a life of crime
when she was 20, the girl told po
lice.
Labor Saving.
From the Washington Star.
"You appear to like speaking over
the radio."
"It means less physical exertion than
the old way,” answered Senator Sor
ghum. “There Isn’t a crowd in waiting
to shake hands with you."
THs Canny Scat.
From the American Legion Weekly.
Kandy: "Why do you roll your owg
cigarettes, Mr. McTavlah?” *
Sandy: ’’Aweel, ye ken after I smoke
a beg o't^baccy. I can alwaya get twa
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Talent Long Unrecognized
Melba’s voice made tier famous In
every part of the civilized world, but
when she was struggling for a career,
in her early days, she met with some
rebuffs which' would have effectually
■Jiscouraged many another person. She
was called to the attention of Sir Ar
thur Sullivan in 1880 and lie did not
think enough of her voice to warrant
Mm in putting her in his Savoy Opera
fompany. She was also declined as a
pupil by Sig. Alberto Randegger.—Co
lumbus Dispatch.
DEMAND “BAYER” ASPIRIN
Take Tablets Without Fear If You
See the Safety "Bayer Cross.’'
Warning! Unless you see the name
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are not getting the genuine Bayer
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wescribed by physicians for 23 years.
Say “Bayer” when you buy Aspirin.
ImitstSens may prove dangerous.—Adv.
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Community Basket
Bern has established e "•OL-amunity
wastebasket.” It takes the foiYn vS a
huge tin receptacle played in the heart
of the public square, where the citizens
if Bern will he expected to throw all
their trash. The receptacle has a ca
pacity of several hundred tons.
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