ASKS THE REASON
FOR OLD CUSTOM
Service Plate Worries This
Old Timer.
*1 r® about so little, nnd nm so
genet»Mjr unsophisticated, that my
knowledge of service plates, nnd the
rules sod regain lions' governing them.
I* pretty muck of the hearsay kind,”
•aid Mr. Oat® NinetniK “I think that
1 Wave compassed I lie where nnd
whew of (tie'll, hut t am still ex
tremely foggy about the why. Of
practical ■tility, l have not been
able to durx'Vcr the slightest trace.
The argument that the diner should
amt sit at table v.ith nothing before
him strikes me ns fallacious, for
■editing could possibly be emptier
than a service plate. On the other
hand, beauty, as we nil know, Is it* ‘
•nn excuse for being, and many of
the servire plates haw* ns high j
claims to beauty a- anything that
can he displayed on the prandial
boa rd,
“Whether beauty is appetizing do
pends, I lappo e, on the leniper.i -
■tent of the diner. Poubthss it
kikes mime oeopb* hungry t«> swift
liielr dinner by g t/ing nt nn exquis
lie example uf the ceramic nrt, but
with most of ns I am afraid tint It
la not n wholly effective substitute t
for the korsd’oeuv re. I nrn still '
further bumpered iti my efforts P<
vederstund llu* situation by my ex
tremely material mind with its
atrong trend In favor of labor sav
ing and efficiency. The service plate
has to be put on by Homebody. As
•liming that II is a decoration, it- It
■ndesbtedly is, it seems to me that
ft ought lo b:> allowed to stay on
flip table end decorate Instead of
being removed n! the expense of
farther labor Not only is it re
auored, but if hearsay has correct
ly Informed me—It is returned to
Its business of decorating; that '#
of presenting something for the
diner to look at other than the cloth.
I can't tind any reason why he should
not look at the cloth, which in all
probability nlso Is beautiful, end in
ninny cases is an exquisite example
of t lie weaver’s, the embroiderer’s 01
the laecmakor’s art, or perhaps a
combination of all of them.
‘‘Please understand that I am not
offering any objection to, or making
argument against, service plates. I'm
merely trying to get their rnison
d’etre through my head. A custom
Hint has been so widely adopted by
so many people of the highest cul
ture and intelligence must have oili
er justification than mere Imitation.
All customs start with a reason of
some kind, and home of them. In the
course of time, may even get hack
to It; so I an: not without hope
that some day 1 shall Ibid out what
It is. for till tilings come to him who
waits.
"As nn eminent physician. Buck
goes about a good deal more than I
do, so it occurred to me to sound
lilin on t he subject.
“ ‘Buck,’ I said, ‘how do ; on re
gard service plates on a dinner ta
ble?’
**‘Apprehensively,’ be replied,
‘Whenever a meal starts with serv
ice plates it’s ii sure sign that I’ll
use the wrong fork before it is
over.’"—Indianapolis News.
Even Better
‘‘.Vow, for otllee we want a man wo
can l rust.”
’’This candidate Is a big butcher.”
‘‘Um. Maybe he’ll trust us.”
A woman can keep a secret if no
body cares whether she does or not.
Dr, Tierce'* Pleasunt Pellets arc the orig
inal little liver mils put up <10 year* ago.
They regulate liver and bowels.—Adv.
Some men muke a specially of pok
ing as horrible examples.
A World’s Record
MORF. Ilian three thousand
births without a single loss
of either mother or child 1 That is
the official Piatt County record of
Dr. W. It. Caldwell, in fifty years’
family practise in Illinois.
No wonder mothers have such
entire confidence in giving little
ones Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin!
If you have a baby, you have
constant need of this wonderful
preparation of pure pepsin, active
senna, and fresh herbs. A child who
gets this gentle stimulant for the
stomach, liver and bowels is always
healthier. It keeps children's
delicate systems from clogging. It
will overcome the most stubborn
i—1 nil I
condition of constipation. It builds
them up, and is nothing like the
strong cathartics that sap their
strength and energy.
A coated tongue or bad breath is
the signal for a spoonful of Syrup
Pepsin. Children take it readily, for
it is really delicious in flavor. Taste
ill Take Syrup Pepsin yourself,
when sluggish or bilious, or you
are troubled with sick headaches
and no appetite. Take some for
several days when run-down, and
see how it picks you up.
It is a prescription preparation
which every drug store has ready;
in big bottles, just ask anywhere
for Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin.
Discovers Meaning of
Alaskan Totem Poles
Secretary of tlie Interior Wilbur
inis found out what the two brilliant
Alaskan totem poles outside his of
See door mean.
So many peofte asked him about
them when he first put them up that
Se wrote Governor Parks of Alaska,
•t he governor called upon John Wal
lace, the Indian, who carved them,
to explain Ids work.
The Indian advised Wilbur that
•ne pole shows the raven, a good
•pirit. Below is the daughter of the
Spirit of the Creek, then a bird, rep
resenting the Creek watchman : then
the Spirit of the Creek, who lias a
frog in his mouth (being eaten), and
the Spirit of the Salmon in his ears.
The other pole is topped by the
beautiful daughter of an Indian
chief, riding on a bullhead fish. Be
low is her father wearing the sort
of hat to be used in time of trouble.
At the bottom is a whale killer who
acted as messenger in finding the
daughter after the bullhead had car
ried tier away.—Washington Star.
A Trap
“Are you superstitious?”
“Not a bit.”
“Not afraid of the number 13?”
“Of course not."
“Then lend me $13.”
They never guess hi* age ... miss it by ten
years at Iran ... always think he's younger.
Besadrs. be has uuih a young, attractive fl
wife wUo simply is devoted to him. ’
Why d ■ein't h * ever feel run down and
•ut ot “pep"? The answer is Fellows'
Syrup, the wondcrtul tonic which restores
frayed sen esand t ired bodies. You quic kly
feel the good which this medicine does to
the enure si stem, (let a bottle at your
druggist's, today. Remember, doctors
recommend it.
FELLOWS SYRUP
I Tg • • is a* essential to ■
I AdvertisingI
I ]t Is the keystone ia tha arc h of succ assinl merchandising. j
I Let as sh ow you hour to apply it to your business. I
\ • C . »' . , M
V % jh
THE
FORBIDDEN YEARS
WADSWORTH CAMP
34
Barbara looked steadily at
Steve, but she reacted to a
quickened nervous evcitement.
Esther had made it her busi
ness to find out all she could
about the scandal in Bar- j
bara’s life. Why, therefore,
shouldn’t Barbara make it
her business to find out all
she could about the scandal
in Esther’s? Quickly she went
back to her first days with
Mrs. Twining when she had
struggled futilely in the pub
lic library on the trail oi her
own history. Certainly she
hadn’t glimpsed then the
name of Ilelder in glaring
headlines of crumbling news
papers; but, of course, the
European journey had inter
rupted her exploration before
she had got very far with it,
and she had never taken it up
again; but she could pump
Steve, and would, as cautious
ly as possible.
“You never mean she’s go
ing, to make a show of her
self just to remind everybody?
Think of Mrs. Helder!”
“I am,” Steve said, “and of'
several others, including my
shrinking self.”
Barbara went slowly; she
wanted to get it quite clear
In her mind.
“Maybe she wasn’t guilty. I
can’t imagine a guilty woman
making a show of herself
that way. What would be the
point?”
Steve lifted his shoulders.
“I’ve asked myself that. I’ve
never thought of Essie as be
ing particularly vicious, but
I can fancy her being raging
and vindictive after spending
behind the bars, whether
guilty or not, what should
have been her most glitter
ing years.”
He pressed Barbar’s hands.
“Don’t let’s forget there are
more pressing and present
problems than poor old Essie’s:
the tangled puzzles of too
impulsive youth.”
nu uac, oi/cvc.
‘ There is, Barbara. Give me
a chance to find a solution.”
“I’m afraid,” she said, ‘‘that
you’re going to have it,
whether I want to give it to
you or not.”
“Good, good!”
He started to rise, but she
neld him back. Caution had
no virtue now. She blurted
it out.
“Do tell me before you go
more about this Essie Holder
that we’re going to see make
a show of herself to-night.”
He sat back, a comprehend
ing smile twitching his lips.
“The affection of you and
Esther for each other is truly
touching."
It makes no difference that
he should so easily sound her
curiosity.
“She found out all she could
about me. Why shouldn’t I
want to know about her
aunt?”
“In-law,” Steve corrected,
his smile lingering.
“Don’t haggle, Steve. I
never even knew Mr. Lyon
Helder had a brother.’
“Quite a dashing one, my
dear; a brilliant, handsome
devil who might have gone
further than Lyon if Essie
hadn't made him play his
games rather too fast.”
“Steve! Who was she?”
Steve’s voice lowered, his
eyes half closed, the tapping
of his cane became uneven,
restless.
“When I first remember
her she was doing for Jacob
Manvel's brother about what
you did for Adelaide, except
that she developed a real gift
for making charity shows go.
Before any of us realized it
HOW OLD AKK VOLT
If new devices you deplore,
Preferring antiquated.
Th"n kr.ow you. by that simple fact.
Bv others you arc dated.
If you would rather sit and read.
Than loin the crowd, belated
At n^ht dub-dance or rttav i!w».
Wit;, then you're double dated.
If tm young lovers you espv
And led love's gold it plated.
Then Pathri T me his caught you
ru e—
And toe a. a first on! da*%d
8am Page
she Was in demand for private
dinners and dances, because
she made them *go too; and
she was pretty, Barbara. I’m
almost tempted to say she was
as pretty, in her blond way, in
those days, as you are, in your
darker fashion, in these
troubled ones.”
“I won’t have your non
sense, Steve.”
Steve’s cane tapped harder.
“There was no nonsense
about the way' men gravita
ted.”
“Then why did she pick Mr.
Holder?”
“You wouldn’t ask,” Steve
said, “if you'd known dashing
Bob. Besides, he’d brought as
many pelts to New York as
Lyon had; enough, Essie
thought, to let her storm the
town; and I must admit to
wards the end even Adelaide
looked down with a smile. If
it hadn’t been for the smash
she’d have got to the top.”
Barbara looked at him with
a dawning smile.
‘Steve you— you admired
her.”
He answered softly: “In
a general way. Everyone did.
But even Bob with all his in
fatuation couldn’t keep up
with her.”
“You mean she spent too
much?”
He laughed.
“Why let your imagination
falter? Bob and Essie had
larger town and country
houses than Lyon with all his
wife’s money back of him.
She became an ardent col
lector of jewelry, and devel
oped a taste for art which can
j Y' vastly more expensive than
any form of egotism I know;
| and they maintained a size
t^ple yacht. Everything else
I went to scale, including, un
fortunately, Bob’s operations
I dowiA^wn.
He was too crazy about her to
deny her anything, and much
too sensitive to let her suspect
he was getting into difficul
ties, I needn’t inform you,
Barbara, that that type of
blind passion almost invari
ably has its concomitant. Bob
i w'as as jealous as a one-woman
Turk.” %
juaroara asKeci quiCKiy: uia
he have cause?”
Steve made a vague move
ment with his hand.
“Honestly I don’t know,
probably hot, but she was al
ways surrounded by men,
usually very rich men, and
the worse Bob got involved
the more unreasonable he be
came. Causelessly, I needn't
say, at the last he even looked
with green eyes on me.”
“Did she kill him because
he’d found out something
about her?”
He spoke slowly, gropingly.
“It isn’t fun to talk about
this, Barbara. I’m sure jea
lousy figured, but remember
he was shoot a few hours after
he had found out that he was
wiped out.”
“Then.” she added, “why
couldn't he have killed him
self?”
“Because, as a rule, people
don’t commit suicide with
pistols found lying across a
room, or without leaving
powder burns. Besides the
servants heard violent quarrel
ing just before. The evidence
pretty well established that
she had got hold of his own
pistol unknown to him. which
brought premeditation into
the case. No. The verdict
seemed rather merciful on the
whole.”
He looked at her under
standing^.
‘If I've satisfied your curio
sity about Essie Helder it’s
KIVKK JfcTTY KKPAIKUl
A scoria. Ore.— <UP> — Sixty car
londs of rock dally will be passing
through Astoria for the next tew
nHM.ths. Borne 700 000 ton.* of huge
basalt boulders, blasted out of a
mountainside on the Columbia
j river, will be used to repair the
south Jetty at the river mouth.
Ultimately this will be Increased to
3 million tons, according to led
eral engineers’ plana.
I04 KIU I P* WITH C.l’N
Houston Miaa —. tUP» -Wh*n W
M Carter, gasolin* aervica atatlon
puprie'.Jt here, cauahi a man rob
been to give you an example
of how much damage jealousy
can work.”
Her head went up.
“I’m not jealous of Esther.”
.“Aren’t you? Then you’ll leave
Gray alone.”
She challenged him trium
phantly.
“If I did, do you imagine
he’d leave me alone?’”
At the short ringing of the
doorbell she stood up. „
“That’s probably Harvey. I
sent for him to tell him what
I’ve told you, that you’ve all
got to let Gray and me go our
own way.”
Steve glanced at her hurt
arm, and asked dryly: “Was
Masters here, too, last night?”
Without answering she
opened the door. Harvey
entered stiffly, his face lined,
his eyes sleepless. Undoubted
ly he had borne his share of
suffering. Steve greeted him
with a warmth that seemed to
touch sympathy.
“Hello, Masters! Glad of a
glimpse. I’m just off.”
Barbara followed Steve to
the hall.
“Don’t fret about me, Steve.
I’m taking the road to happi
ness.”
“No matter wehre else it
may lead?”
She answered proudly: “I’m
not afraid. Gray’s taught me
never to be afraid of him
again.”
The elevator stopped, and
he entered it helplessly, and
she went back to Harvey in
the darkening room. He stared
moodily from the window at
the uncommunicative win
dows across the court. She
spoke to make him realize her
return.
“Harvey!”
‘Why did you telephone,
Bobbie? Not to make me hap
pier, not to forgive me?”
She glanced at her paining
arm in its sling.
“I do forgive you. In a way
I’m glad you did what you did,
because it’s made a change
that you’ve got to face.”
As last night, after he had
hurt her, he lacked the assur
ance that had always been the
most pronounced part of his
personality. His hands moved
restlessly.
“You mean a change be
tween us, and I brought it
about.”
“You brought it about, Har
vey.”
He held out his hands, but
she didn't move. He spoke
huskily.
“Ever since, I’ve been able
to think of nothing except
that I hurt, and might have
killed, what I love best in the
world.”
She did her best to keep
emotion from her voice, for
there was sorrow for her ,too,
in this necessary settlement
with Harvey. He had, indeed,
hurt her, but she had never
wanted to hurt him.
“That’s why I sent for you,
to make you realize that you
did kill it, for I think what
you love best in the world
isn’t and never has been me,
but your love for me.”
He tried to deny it.
“It’s always been you, Bob
bie, even since I can remem
ber.”
She looked at him pityingly
but without comprehension.
“No. If you’had loved me
you would have let me go as
I asked you to long ago in Elm
ford; it v/as your conception
of loving me that you couldn’t
give up. If you had truly cared
for me, Harvey, you couldn’t
have watched everything I did
w hen I begged you not to. You
couldn’t have come here last
night when you laiew I didn’t
want you. It was your love of
your love of me that made
you do these things. You didn’t
want that hurt.”
She lifted her bandaged arm
slightly.
“You hurt it yourself last
night, so that it can’t recover.”
He bowed his head.
“You're punishing me.”
“I'm sorry, but I want to be
quite sure you understand
what your punishment is.”
“That I can’t go on loving
it closet and locked the door. Then
bmg- his office he chased him into
he called officers. Before they ar
rived. he got another gun and
called upon his prisoner, identified
as George Hill, to come out of the
temporary prison. Hill did. hands
high in the air. He had not found
the gun, and Turner turned him
over to the officers.
• •* • ■■■ —
Hoarding B*aa* Grab
Fiom T^ie Pathfinder
Doctor: Hive you been drinaitif
10 grass** of watei every day a* I
told von?
Pa tent: Yea I hive been arm
you. Youre using the knife
this time, Bobbie.”
“I ought to have used it
long ago, but you never gave
me a fair chance until last
night.”
For a little while they didn’t
speak, standing facing each
oi'her in the dusk, close, but
not touching. Over his shoul
der she saw lights begin to
twinkle in the windows across
the court, she watched shades
drawn until her view was a
murky blank marked here and
there by an indeterminate,
scarcely luminous glow. The
bulk of Harvey, looming
against it, suddenly swayed
forward.
“You can’t kill it, Bobbie. I
won’t let you. All I’ve done,
all I’ve ever thought, has been
for you.”
She moved back, fearful of
his passion, ail at once out
of his control.
“Not for me, for your love
of me,” she said, “and you’ve
done for that yourself.”
He came after her, was on
the point of grasping her; she
bent and snapped on the table
lamp. Her pity dwindled as
she faced him angrily.
“You see! That’s how much
you iove me!”
Drenched by the unexpected
illumination, he drew back,
abashed, repentant.
“It makes you unhappy to
have me touch you. I’m sorry ”
She leaned against the
table, bracing herself with her
good hand.
“Yes, yes, yes; ana now you
realize that can never change.”
She sudden light appeared
to have blinded him, for he
fumbled about the table for
his hat. When he had found
it he walked to the door and
placed his hand on the knob.
“Good-bye, Harvey.”
He swung, his face distorted
by his passion.
“You mean I’m never to see
you again?”
“All you wish,” she said, “as
long as you don’t interfere.”
He didn’t threaten now; he
had an air of mendicancy.
“How can I help interfering
after what I heard last night?”
Sorry as she was for him,
she didn’t dare lose her ad
vantage.
“You were a spy to hear any
thing.”
“Just the same I heard
enough to know he doesn’t
mean to marry you.”
“If that is so,” she said, “it’s
my fault, not his. Don’t inter
fere again. If you’ve been
watching me stop it, or I’ll
find means to make you. Har
vey, I’m in earnest. You own
no guardianship jto me, and
I owe no obedience' to you. Tho
cord was pretty weak, and you
cut it yourself last night. Now
I’m going my own way.”
Hi3 shoulders squared. Ho
opened the door.
“Good-bye, Barbara.”
The door closed quietly
after him. She sat on the sofa
and stared at the slightly
luminous wall opposite. Sev
eral times she reached for
the telephone to call Gray,
but each time she gave it up;
because the room was too
crowded with Harvey’s re
sponse to her enforced dis
cipline.
After a long time she stirred
and prepared to go out. The
theater, Hackey, Rulc-n and,
yes the Bars and 15tripes!
Esther wasn’t likely to shaca
the noise of that inaugural.
Oddly she took no pleas-ure in
the thought that Esthtr was
going to suffer, as she had
done, beneath a vicarious
shame.
Just before she left Gray
• called up. and she was glad,
and took comfort from his
anxiety.
“I’ve just seen Morris to get
l a report on you. He said you
hadn’t been. You're not worse,
my dearest?”
T couldn’t get away. Gray.
You see I sent for Harvey and
he left only a little while ago.
I'll rejort to Dr. Morris in tho
morning.”
“Have you got Masters ua
hand?” Gray asked.
tTo be Continued*
in* six cups of cofiee and fo'Ht
glares of wrter.
• But coffee and water are not :lu»
ia’ue.”
“They are where I eat.”
• 9-— ■ ■ ^
Something to This.
From Tit Bit*.
“Well. George." said a couture
rl*i ttf'.uin to an old man who eat
by the wevrlde breaking sion*»s
• Tint pllt doesn't seem to J?. suy
smaitst."
■ No, iw-jon " repli’tl the old lev
low. ‘"Hieai stone* is like the Too
Cnumaaduiratg; >ou go 0:1 h.*aw
i»* ti »n, but }Oti ean't *?: :1J »g
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