The Loup City northwestern. (Loup City, Neb.) 189?-1917, December 13, 1906, Image 3

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CHAPTER X.—Continued.
But my vanity was not done with
me. i^ed on by it, i proceeded to have
one of those ridiculous “generous im
pulses”—I persuaded myself that
there must be some decency in this
liberality, in addition to the prudence
which 1 flattered myself was the chief
cause. "I have been unjust to Roe
buck,” 1 thought. “I have been mis
judging his character.” And incredi
ble though it seems, I said to him with
a good deal of genuine emotion: “I
don't know how to thank you, Mr.
Roebuck. And, instead of trying, I
want to apologize to you. I have
thought many hard things against
you; have spoken some of them. I
had better have been attending to my
uwn conscience, instead of criticising
"Thank you, Blacklock,” said he, in
a voice that made me feel as if I were
a little boy in the crossroads church,
believing 1 could almost see the an
gels floating above the heads of the
singers in the choir behind the
preacher. “Thank you. I am not sur
prised that you have misjudged me.
| <?od has given me a great work to do,
and those who do His will in this
wicked world must expect martyrdom.
1 should never have had the courage
to do what I have done, what He has
clone through me, had He not guided
my every step.”
On my first day in long trousers I
may have been more ill at ease than
1 was that Sunday evening at the
Eilerslys’, but I doubt it.
When 1 came into their big drawing
room and took a look around at the
assembled guests, 1 never felt more
at home in my life. "Yes,” said I to
myself, as Mrs. Ellersly was greeting
me and as 1 noted the friendly inter
est in the glances of the women, "this
is where I belong. I’m beginning to
come into my own.”
As 1 look back on it now, I can’t re
frain from smiling at my own simpli
city—and snobbishness. For, so de
termined was 1 to believe what I was
working for was worth while, that I
actually fancied there were upon these
in reality ordinary people, ordinary in
looks, ordinary in intelligence, some
subtle marks of superiority, that made
them at a glance superior to the com
mon run. This ecstasy of snobbish
ness deluded me as to the women
only—for. as 1 looked at the men, I
at once felt myself their superior.
They were an inconsequential, pat
terned lot. 1 even was better dressed
than any of them, except possibly
Mowbray Langdon. and if he showed
to more advantage than I, it was be
cause of his manner, which, as I
have probably said before, is superior
to that of any human being I’ve ever
seen—man or woman.
"You are to take Anita in,” said
Mrs. Ellersly. With a laughable sense
that 1 was doing myself proud, I
crossed the room easily and took my
stand in front of her. She shook hands
with me politely enough. Laugdon was
sitting beside her: I had interrupted
their conversation.
"Hello, Blacklock'.” said Langdon,
with a quizzical, satirical smile with
the eyes only. "It seems strange to
see you at such peaceful pursuits."
His glance traveled over me critically
—and that was the beginning of my
trouble. Presently he rose, left me
alone with her.
“You know Mr. langdon?” she sai<J.
obviously because she felt she must
say something.
“Oli, yes,” 1 replied. “We are old
friends. What a tremendous swell he
is—really a swell." This with enthu
She made no comment, i debated
with myself whether to go on talking
of Langdon. 1 decided against it be
cause all I knew of him had to do with
matters down town—and Monson had
impressed it upon me that down town
was taboo in the drawing-room. 1
rummaged my brain in vain for an
other and suitable topic.
She eat, and I stood—she tranquil
and beautiful and cold, I every instant
more miserably self-conscious. When
the #tart for the dining-room was
j made 1 offered her my left arm,
J though 1 had carefully planned be
forehand just wliat I would do. She—
without hesitation and, as 1 know now,
out of sympathy for me in my suffer
ing—was taking my w'rong arm. when
it flashed on me like a blinding biow
in the face that I ought to be on the
other side of her. I got red, tripped
in the far-sprawiing train of Mrs.
i.angdon, tore it slightly, tried to get
to the other side of Miss Ellersly by
walking in front of her, recovered
myself somehow', stumbled round be
hind her, walked on her train and
finally arrived at her left side; con
scious in every red-hot atom of me
that I was making a spectacle of
myself and that the whole company
was enjoying it. I must have seemed
to them an ignorant boor; in fact. I
had been abont a great deal among
people who knew how to behave, and
had 1 never given the matter of how
to conduct myself on that particular
occasion an instant’s thought, I should
have got on without the least trouble.
It was with a sigh of profound re
lief that I sank upon the chair be
tween Miss Ellersly and Mrs. Lang
don, safe front danger of making
“breaks,” so I hoped, for the rest ol
the evening. But within a very few
minutes 1 realized that my little mis
adventure had unnerved me. Mj
hands were trembling so that I coulc
scarcely lift the soup spoon to mj
lips, and my throat had got so fat
beyond control that I had difficulty it
swallowing. Miss Ellersly and Mrs
Langdon were each busy with the’ mai
as ' . -
on the other side of her; I was left to
my own reflections, and I was not sure
whether this made me more or less
uncomfortable. To add to my torment,
I grew angry, with myself. I looked
up and down and cross the big table,
noted all these self-satisfied people
perfectly at their ease; and 1 said to
myself: "What's the matter with
you, Matt? They’re only men and
women, and by no means • the best
specimens of the breed. You’ve got
more brains than all of ’em put to
gether, probably; is there one of the
lot that could get a job at good wages
if thrown on the world? What do you
care what they think of you? It’s a
damn sight more important what you
think of them, as it won’t be many
years before you’ll hold everything
they value, everything that makes
them of consequence, in the hollow of
your hand."
When the ladies withdrew, the other
men drew together, talking of i>eople
I did not know and of things I did not
care about—I thought then that they
were avoiding me deliberately as a
flock of tame ducks avoids a wild one
1 that some wind has accidentally blown
down among them. I know now that
my forbidding aspect must have been
responsible for my isolation. How
stood idly turning the leaves of a mag
azine. I threw my cigar into the
fireplace. The slight sound as it struck
made her jump, and I saw that, under
neath her surface of perfect calm, she
was in a nervous state full as tense as
my own.
“You smoke?” said I.
"Sometimes,” she replied. “It is
soothing and distracting. I dou’t know
how it is with others, but when I
smoke my mind is quite empty.”
“It’s a nasty habit—smoking,”
said I.
“Do you think so?” said she, with
the slightest lift to her tone and her
"Especially for a woman,” I went
on, because I could think of nothing
else to say, and would not. at any cost,
let this conversation, so hard to begin,
die out.
“Your are one of those men who
have one code for themselves and an
other for women,” she replied.
“I’m a man,” said I. “All men have
the two codes."
"Not all,” said she after a pause.
“All men of decent ideas,” said I
with emphasis.
“Really?” said she, in a tone that
irritated me by suggesting that what
I said was both absurd and unimpor
“It is the first time I've ever seen
a respectable woman smoke,” I went
on. powerless to change the subject,
though conscious I was getting tedi
ous. “I’ve read of such things, but I
didn't believe.” .
“That is interesting,” said she, her
tone suggesting the reverse.
“I've offended you by saying frank
ly what I think,” said I. “Of course,
it’s none of my business.”
“Oh, no,” replied she carelessly.
“I’m not in the least offended. Preju
dices always interest me.”
I saw Ellersly and his wife sitting
in the drawing-room, pretending to
talk to each other. 1 understood that
they were leaving me alone with her
deliberately, and 1 began to suspect
ever, I sat alone, sullenly resisting
old Ellersly’s constrained efforts to get
me into the conversation, and angrily
suspicious that Langdon was enjoying
my discomfiture more than the cigar
ette he was apparently absorbed in.
Old Ellersiy, growing more and
more nervous before my dark and sul
len look, finally seated himself beside
me. “I hope you'll stay after the
others have gone,” said he. “They'll
leave early, and we can have a quiet
smoke and talk.”
All unstrung though I was, I yet had
the desperate courage to resolve that
I d not leave, defeated in the eyes of
the one person whose opinion I really
cared about. “Very well;” said I, in
reply to him.
He and I did not follow the others
to the drawing-room, but turned into
the library adjoining. From where I
seated myself I could see part of the
drawing-room—saw the others leav
ing, saw Langdon lingering, ignoring
the impatient glances of his wife,
while he talked on and on with Miss
At last Langdon arose. It irritated
me to see her color under that in
different fascinating smile of his. It
irritated me to note that he held her
hand all the time lie was saying good
by, and the fact that he held it as if
he'd as lief not be holding it hardly
lessened my longing to rush in and
knock him down. What he did was
all in the way of perfect good man
ners. and would hare jas-red no one
not supersensitive, like me—and like
his wife. 1 saw that she, too, was
In an aimless sort of way Miss
Ellersiy, after the Langdons had dis
appeared, left the drawing-room by
the same door. Still aimlessly wan
dering, she drifted into the library by
the hall door. Ab I rose, she lifted her
eyes, saw me, and drove away the
frown of annoyance which came over
her face like the faintest haze. In
fact, it may have existed only in my
imagination. She opened a large,
square silver box on the table, took
out a cigarette, lighted it ani holding
it, with the smoke lazily curling up
from it, between the long slender first
and second fingers of her wtiite hand,
she was in the plot. I smiled, and my
courage and self-possession returned
as summarily as they had fled.
“I’m glad of this chance to get bet
ter acquainted with you,” said I. “I’ve
wanted Jt ever since I first saw you.”
As I put this to her directly, she
dropped her eyes and murmured some
thing she probably wished me to think
vaguely pleasant.
“You are the first woman I ever
knew,” I went on, “with whom it was
hard for me to get on any sort of
terms. I suppose it’s my fault. I
don’t know this game yet. But I’ll
learn it, if you'll be a little patient;
and when I do, I think I’ll be able to
keep up my end."
She looked at me—just looked. I
couldn't begin to guess what was
going on in that gracefully-poised head
of hers.
“Will you try to be friends with
me?” said I with directness.
She continued to look at me in that
san.3 steady, puzzling way.
“Will you?” I repeated.
“I have no choice,” said she slowly.
I flushed. “What does that mean?"
I demanded.
She threw a hurried and, it seemed
to me, frightened glance toward the
drawing-room. “I didn’t intend to of
fend you,” she said in a low voice.
“You have been such a good friend to
papa—I’ve no right to feel anything
but friendship for you.”
“I'm glad to hear you say that,” said
I. And I was; for those words or
hers were the first expression of ap
preciation and gratitude I had ever
got from any member of that family
which I was holding up from ruin. I
put out my hand, and she laid hers
in it.
“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do
to earn your friendship. Miss Anita,”
I said, holding her hand tightly, feel
ing how lifeless it was, yet feeling,
too, as if a flaming torch were being
borne through me,. were lighting a
fire in every vein.
The scarlet poured into her face and
neck, wave on wave, until I thought
it would never cease to come. She
snatched her hand away and from her
face streamed proud resentment. God,
how I loved her at that moment!
“Anita! Mr. Blacklock!” came from
the other room, in her mother’s voice.
“Come in here and save us old people
from boring each other to sleep.”
She turned swiftly and went into the
other room, I following. There were
a few minutes of conversation—a mon
ologue by her mother. Then I ceased
to disregard Ellersly’s less and less
covert yawns, and rose to take leave.
I could not look directly at Anita, but
I was seeing that her eyes were fixed
on me, as if by some compulsion, some
sinister compulsion. I left in high
spirits. “No matter why or how she
looks at you,” said I to myself. “All
that is necessary is to get yourself no
ticed. After that the rest is easy.
You must keep cool enough always to
remember that under this glamour
that intoxicates you, she’s a woman,
just a woman, waiting for a man."
A week passed and, just as I was
within sight of my limit of patience,
Bromwell Ellersly appeared at my of
fice. “I can’t put my hand on the
necessary cash, Mr. Blacklock—at
least, not for a few days. Can I count
on your further indulgence?” This in
his best exhibit of old-fashioned court
liness—the "gentleman" through and
through, ignorant of anything useful.
“Don’t let that matter worry you,
Ellersly,” said I, friendly, for I wanted
to be on a somewhat less business-like
basis with that family. "The market's
steady, and will go up before it goes
“Good!" said he. "By the way, you
haven't kept your promise to call.”
“I’m a busy man,” said I. “You
must make my excuses to your wife.
But—in the evenings. Couldn’t we get
up a little theater party—Mrs. Ellersly
and your daughter and you and I—
Sam, too, if he cares to come?”
"Delightful!” cried he
“Whichever one of the next five
evenings you say,” I said. “Let me
know by to-morrow morning, will
you?” And we talked no more of the
neglected margins; we understood
each other. When he > left he had ne
gotiated a three months’ loan of
twenty thousand dollars.
They were. so surprised that they
couldn’t conceal it, when they were
ushered into my apartment on the
Wednesday evening they had fixed
ui>on. If my taste in dress was some
what too pronounced, my taste in my
surroundings was not. I suppose the
same instinct that made me like the
music and the pictures and the books
that were the products of superior
minds had guided me right in archi
tecture, decoration and furniture.
I was pleased out of all proportion
to its value by what Ellersly and his
wife looked and said. But, though I
watched Miss Ellersly closely, though
I tried to draw from her some com
ment on my belongings—on my pic
tures, on my superb tapestries, on the
beautiful carving of my furniture—I
got nothing from her beyond that first
look of surprise and pleasure. Her
face resumed its statuelike calm, her
eyes did not wander, her lips, like a
crimson bow painted upon her clear,
white skin, remained closed. She
spoke only when she was spoken to,
and then as briefly as possible. The
dinner—and a mighty good dinner it
was—would have been memorable for
strain and silence had not Mrs. Ellers
ly kept up her incessant chatter. I
can’t recall a word she said, but I ad
mired her for being able to talk at all.
I knew she was in the same state as
the rest of us, yet she acted perfectly
at her ease, and not until I thought it
over afterward did I realise that she
had done all the talking except an
I swers to her occasional and cleverly
j sprinkled direct questions.
(To be continued.)
Studying Human Nature.
But in the End the Crowd Drank With
Both Bettors.
W. H. Milburn and several friends
were walking along Sixteenth street
the other day when one of them picked
up a woman's handkerchief made of
lace. “What shall I do with it?” he
“Put it on the mhil box at the cor
ner and watch some poor woman steal
it." suggested another of the party.
“it won’t be a poor woman who
steals it,” said Mr. Milburn. "it will
he some woman of means.”
“I’ll bet you it won't be a well-to-do
woman,” came from the other.
“What will you bet?”
“Refreshments for the crowd.”
“Done,” said Mr. Milburn. The
handkerchief was placed on the mail
box at Sixteenth and California* and
the men retired a few feet to see what
would take place, says the Denver
Post. Several poorly dressed women
went by and saw the handkerchief,
but none made any move to get it. At
the end of four or five minutes a
stylishly dressed woman came along
and noticed the prize. She glanced
about her and then took the hanker
chief. Around the corner she stepped
into her automobile.
“There,” said Mr. Milburn, “what
did I tell you?"
“You win,” said the man that had
the other end of the bet.
.lust then they heard the woman
speak to her chauffeur. “I lost my
handkerchief, John,” she said, “but
| found it again on that mail box.
Wasn't 1 lucky?”
“Hold on,” said the man who had
bet with Mr. Milburn, when the auto
had gone. “I don’t know whether I
lost that bet or not.”
“To tell the truth, neither do I,” re
plied Mr. Milburn.
“Then 1 think you both ought to pay
the bet,” said another member of the
And so it came to pass.
He Knew Marla.
“I could tell you what I think of you
in a very few words.”
“True, you could, Maria,” responded
Mr. Meekman. “But you won’t, Maria,
you won't.”
Prunes and Chestnuts, German Style,]
Make Delicious “Filling.”
A goose stuffed with prunes and
chestnuts, German style, makes a fine
dish. Select a young or green goose.
An old bird is strong and greasy, unfit
for food. One that weighs about four
or five pounds is good weight. In
buying, note the fat of the fowl. If
j young, the fat is light and clear; that
'in an old bird dark. Before stuffing
remove the fat that can be reached
from the inside and under the skin.
This may be saved and fried out for
goose grease, a time-honored sover
eign remedy for sore throats or cold
In the chest. Wash the bird in«ide
and out, and wipe dry. Season on
the inside with salt and pepper, then
stuff and truss ip shape like a turkey.
To make the prune stuffing, soak a
quarter of a pound of prunes in cold
water over night. Drain, cover with
boiling water, and simmer until ten
'der. Wash one cup rice, add the
prune juice and enough water to make]
three cups of liquid in all, season with
a teaspoonful of salt, and cook until
the rice is tender—about 20 minutes.
Add the prunes stoned and cut in
.pieces and a dozen large chestnuts
blanched and cut in pieces Blend
thoroughly and stuff. Put the goose
on its breast on a rack in a dripping
pan, dredging with flour seasoned with
talt and pepper, and set in an extra,
hot oven to roast. When it begins to
brown pour a pint of boiling water in
the pan, and every 15 minutes baste,
dredging with flour, salt and pepper
after each basting. Cook an hour and
a half, lift out on a heated platter,
skim off tne fat in the dripping pan.
thicken with a tablespoonful of flour
and pour In a cup of boiling water.
Stir until smooth and thickened ana
If it lacks a rich brown color, add a
tablespoonful culinary bouquet. Strain
and serve as gravy for the goose.
Always serve a dish of tart apple
sauce with roast goose or roast pork.
Writer Calls Attention to Inharmoni
ous Combinations.
Salad translated into the American
language seems to mean conglomera
tion with a mayonnaise dressing. The
way natural affinities in the order of
growing things are violated in Amer
ican salads is fairly (and horribly) in
dicative of the way principles of na
ture are confused in our social order.
Oranges and lettuce leaves, celery
and bananas, olives and pineapple, are
a few of the original combinations of
fered to me in the United States in the
name of salad, always with mayon
naise dressing and usually with nuts.
I like nuts and I have not followed the,
teachings of Boston .domestic eco-;
nomists without learning their nutri
tive value. But I want to know when
they are coming. I like to be prepared
'for them—indeed, a normal stomach
needs to be prepared for them—and
■when, under its mayonnaise mask, the
frightful uncertainties of an American
salad have entered my mouth, and.
unwarned, I find the supposedly soft
mass full of small, hard substances,
this is an affront to nature, an abuse
of confidence, which I find it exceed
ingly hard to condone.—Harper’s
Bazar. ,
To bleach a garment hang it on the
line during nice weather and let it
take dew and sunshine but no rain.
Broiled meats are more nourishing
'than fried meats and roasted meats
yield more nourishment than broiled
Utensils made of the popular alumf
num must never be washed with soda
or their appearance will be hopelessly
Have the shelves and floors of the
kitchen storeroom washed at least
three times a week with a solution of
permanganate of potash.
Cranberries can be made very pal
atable with much less sugar by mixing
them with about half their bulk of ap
ples. Rub both cranberries and apples
through a colander.
A mother-of-pearl buckle should be
cleaned by covering the buckle with a
paste made of whiting and water, and
when quite dry brushing it off and pol
ishlng with a dry cloth.
Raw Eggs as a Tonic.
Those who take raw eggs as a tonic
declare that an egg is spoiled by any
kind of cooking. The fresher the egg
the better. The most popular and
pleasant way of serving the egg is in
sherry. Very little is needed in the
: glass. Into this the egg is broken,
and it is then swallowed whole. One
win be surprised how easily the egg
tlips down the throat and the pleasant
taste it leaves. Some believe that
half the benefit of the egg is lost if tht
yolk is broken. The best time to
take raw eggs is before meals, es
pecially breakfast. After taking this
diet for a week or two, it should be
discontinued for several days and
then resumed. Raw eggs are more
easily digested than cooked ones.
Hard boiled and fried eggs are the
most difficult to digest.
Tea a la Ruaae.
The popular Russian tea—served in
tall glasses—can be prepared in many
ways, tbe addition of lemon or not tc
;the decoction of tea being a matter of
I taste. Some people prefer the substi
tution of a few drops of orange flower
water to the acid of the lemon, while
others flavor with essence of ginger oi
a few grains of cinnamon.
To Darn Serge.
When darning cloth, serge, or tweed,
it is best to unravel a strand of wool
from the raw edge of a turning, if it
can be procured, and use this to mend
the material with.
A Three-Cornered Tear.
A three-cornered tear is best mend
ed invisibly with tailor’s mending
plaster, which is applied to the back
of the material.
a '
Roses Very Popular.
Roses are positively the most fash
ionable flower of the moment and they
bloom on felt, silk and velvet frets as
beautifully as if it were June. i
■ v
Gives a Proper Answer to a
Stranger’s Suggestion.
“I was walking on Pennsylvania ave
jnue in Washington one day at high
[noon when a nigger loomed up on my
horizon coming rapidly toward me,”
[said a well-known negro comedian.
i“He was wearing the most outlandish
[outfit I ever saw on a human being, on
jor off the stage. His trousers were
[frayed and torn above his shoetops.
[He wore a muck-colored woolen shirt,
a celluloid collar and a tattered sack
jcoat. On his head was a sombrero
which looked as if several dogs had
been trying to pull it to pieces. But
[the crowning glory was a new and im
imaculate full dress vest. He had
’pulled back his coat and shoved his
thumbs into the armholes of that vest.
iAs he came sailing before the wind he
.certainly was the most comical figure
[I ever saw. I couldn't resist the temp
tation to stop him.
“ ‘Look here,’ 1 said, what do you
mean by appearing at this time of day
;in such a dress? Don’t you know that
[you're de trop?'
“ ‘De what—what’s that?’
“ ‘Don’t you know that you’re de
trop?’ I repeated, ‘that it isn't permis
sible to appear in full dress before six
o’clock in the evening?’
“The darky drew himself up very
“ ‘Look heah,' he said. ‘I'll have you
to know that I don’t ’low nobody to
1 1 " —— rt
Colored Man Had One Very Well D«*
fined Idea in His Mind.
Some twenty-five years ago one of
the village characters of Stockbridge.
Mass., was an old darky named Horace
Coming home one evening, consider
ably fuddled, to his tumble-down
"shack” which stood on the outskirts
of the village, and was surrounded by
a board fence, he found the latch oC
the gate broken, making it a matter of
considerable difficulty to open the gats
from the outside.
His wife, a buxom person upon whom
he largely depended for support, re
lated his subsequent proceedings to
me when she brought our washing
next day. Said she:
“Dat fool nigger he fumble de latch
fo’ mo’n ten minutes. Den he heave a
big sigh an’ start a-climbin’ de fence,
an’ I gits de rollin' pin handy. He gits
ober de fence at las’ and bang de gate
wide open from de Inside. Den wha's
dat crazy nigger do but climb back
ober de fence an’ walk in troo de gats
jes' like a major gin'ral.”
Civilization Doubted.
A Rock Island engineer at Hering
ton was talking about the duplicity of
farmers who bring claims against rail
road companies for the killing of
blooded stock when, as a matter of
fact, the animals were walking scare
crows. “About four years ago,” said
Insurance Commissioner E. E. Rittenhouse of Colorado, who drafted th«
measure striking at parasite companies operated in connection with insur
ance corporations, was one of the most active members of the committee of
fifteen appointed to divise restrictive insurance legislation. Commissioner
Rittenhouse's attention was directed to this abuse by the prevalence of such
companies in his home state. He conducted a preliminary campaign which
resulted in the retirement of a member of such companies from Colorado.
make time tables for my eloas.' ”—
Kansas City Times.
Merely an Outward Sign.
Miss Fluff—The other day at the
show I saw a woman carry a man
around on her head.
Miss Vassar—That, my dear, was
merely the physical expression in acro
batics of a common psychological ex
perience of the sex.
Miss Fluff—Dear me! What do you
Miss Vassar—That nine women out
Of every ten have a man on their minds.
The Lost Label.
On the bleak heights the miners
were preparing their dinner.
• Bill,” said a red-whiskered man, “is
this here potted turkey or deviled lob
Bill blushed and hung his head.
“1 can t tell you,” he faltered. “The
label's got torn off the can."
the engineer, "before the Rock Island
bought the Choctaw, 1 was on an en
gine on the Choctaw Northern run
above Geary. Gray daylight was just
coming on, so as one could see pretty
well ahead, and I noticed two horse*
on the track* They didn't appear to
mind the whistle or the bell and l
slowly drew up to them and stopped.
The horses, two poor, old, worn-out
plugs, were still standing across tha
road, and on climbing down off tha
engine to drive them away I found
that the hoofs of their forefeet wera
spiked down to the planks at the road
crossing tire track. How’s that for a
civilized country?”—Kansas City
“What's the matter, my little man?’*
asked the kindly old gentleman. “You
seem to be in great pain.”
“G’on! Yer mixed,” groaned the lit
tle boy. “I ain't in no great pain, but
dey's a great pain In me, all right.”
The recent experiments made with the screw-propelled motor cycle in
vented by M. Archdeacon, have called the attention of the aeronautical to
some equally amazing experiments which Capt. Ferber has been making in
Paris with a machine constructed on somewhat silimar lines. Capt. Ferber’s
machine is designed to sail through the clouds exactly as shown in the ac
companying photograph.—New York World.
High Art.
There is a certain great cartoonist
who is an urdent advocate of spelling
reform because he is so poor a speller
himself. Hts editors watch with the
greatest care the inscriptions he puts
oh his work and correct misspelled
words almost every day.
A short time ago the cartoonist was
working on a picture that had to do
with the international peace congress.
He looked up from hiB board and said
to his neighbor:
"How do you spell Angelo?”
“ ‘A-n-g-t-l-o,' spelled the other. How
are you going to use it?"
“Oh,” the cartoonist replied, “I am
making a cartoon about this Angelo
American alliance.”—Saturday Even
ing Poat.
" '3 Way to Millions.
Qne of the first acts of a millionaire
on returning to his old home in Ohio
was to search for a dime that he lost
when he was five years old. Do yot»
wonder that he became a millionaire.
—Montreal Star. „