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THE I PRODIGAL! JUDGE {ByVaughanKestei^ I Jui sTQAno rs By D. Mei vill 1 C ^ mm** WAbmtj Com* -** JKj gVKOPhlh TT* pnw *« ’ fs ujr«H>« of tb* story Is Uw •* u* Kbwy uf aa oM a 11.. r, pl»,ia««> Ik-'M aa Dm Bar * • > TV |Vre la IV br a>M. and 11* I wn anil il»a* of Its sawn, lha *»- n'srd* M i»aa subject c»f .IVsauselwn t»v J-.taasir.ab frr >u» a busany— man, a snsrs-r kta-aaa Blabs, and Bob ■Tara's a t -.rtaar »h»a Hasnlbai MTayna Uaaard a ayraruos rtaiM of tba ol * totals aw 'ail. la muses b.a appanaranrn kswy vega la -an be adm»lad tbe bojr Xs • haaaud Inna buys tla brrtoi but (he V Jarti deny a ay knunn-dg* of ttaa rta») I# keep Habra bit Captala mi, a frua-nd at tba qidMarda. ap pa’a ad aa*. p v—attuna a law lha Bar aaaaj Tra.'*.a ' b.alrk Hill artl'B ll.ro p-.-nl » bad: . .—at ha hair Hluuat. Cap Barn Hun - a *4 'hi Vajary oier'aKea |t.— hi grass ta in a thraablnc and an urea • be lurjr Ita| appeals n lure Al it re glalaaaa. and m dia» liargi d aatb madia tar ( pisSs f totty Mairwr a fneol of • be I er alar tuts an rKowatrr antii Cap- ! •a - K - - Tell aba 1 -rasa hie all rat In nr on f.e» sad a res. uead by Hru e CarringtiMt 3 - 1) arts ra fur her Trllmar la an.* « rr ay aa laara the sastir nage Ti» > • J War a ua 1 as pprar. sal Murrell tin gtow imt I,-a-rubai arrtus at tto home «.* Jufigs V Pier* T:.. Jala- < pules Pa l.-a ha, the f rSUalsUla t U (lid Eta In al funli arrives at Judge's bar ta• ■ toast family <a raft nab 1 t*T. via aa appalenllj dnal Pr.oe P-u-i J*.. bests and * arnogl aa arrive 0 .tut, HamffraTr nf- iisaVusss a P a. a g ■ us la. Ilia Jl. Ige Mall hn. arid K leal again Murrell ar ftus it- tbau pas.n Is playing fur tag f takes I star y an sees Irm lung IreaiXi -ns a- aa bun Us raft Jadg- Price I -as a-a.l.-a.g Stevterln in loosing Up 1*1- lies Ct-s-vry Kisla. a young • lee a be aaanals Mar jjjge. Is mys Im - -sty as..: ad Kirlus Infiarttrs C«f yigiam <* * teetty has pimuel It marry s. Win Is pit SLeMhusly si. « Mora ml am MarvuSTa pan tie plaits upna | cf Pile. Judge Pm* arl!li Hsnnl l Wans Ma-t(y. and she keeps Hie tor j as a - Nays n la a strut! belly la sea VaVV HtU'la. 'toy Innrl tens ii. «• daugSj.e- af Mm in eraser, who warns ) be. > pf da *ef sbl • a. «■— Is tor lU Baa.* tbdle I a il P Sanaa CM APTE P XVIII (Continued), tt bale l Her prompting* tilgt !U •;-.i e. this naming tbey plainly bad BuAbirg >« da *. b * n tor liking or •)(kpslli> l.er duBatMlltg emotion barb - J I© Ur a suite* st ft at reselil Pbcbt an. a lit up Lrf giant e vim • da., ftrv. >*-: bat Ueilngs were so cBeaMy t-td ac bcttilj personal that XM-itt tstai r stood (hr motive Hut bad Bio .g..' bar item. 1 t.e cvptauaUon. •be Urubd. left tor * outlet it.g just vrtne abd bon tier on u late was Baked a nb that of this pour white. "Ivi bate been waiting so cue ume U> a** ms-* nb# bkkrd 'Ever since along about noon.” ' You were afraid to come to tbe *1 didst war: tc to sene mere." "Abd J«t »©- Ur* I a a* stone “ ' AJotto- but bow do joe know who » •betrsf the placer' "lb fM think them was reason to he afraid at that?" aaked lied/ Again the girl stamped tor loot •lib angry in.pa'mime "Ttorr Just wasUa lltbe -Just foot la It away —and >ou aim gut none to •pare ' Tou mwto let; me what I have to <«•»—! meet tow more or I aboil •lay Just store I us'" "TEeii. the*. stay!” Tbe girl turned •w*j. abd the* aa gulrkly turned back ood Laced Hefy once more 1 reckue Btf tbl use H to knew -! reckon r«e earned that already—'“ 'Elf bbua ora tuu speaking r~ * He'll bay* you away irons here to siKiA-* ** "lid? . ago . . . am bhat It I ret waa to g»?~ "Hid they a*s Charley Norton bbether to wanted to live or die? caa»* the ait,,-ter q.e-th'* A ahtrer posed tbruogb Hefty Sbe was aewsig « all again—Charley aa be groped aito-rg tbe grares wit a tto hwsd at dra'h heavy ape Mm A eatwti later she baa alone Tto gin bad a n ano* axed trtin com* Edit. Hannibal" •h* C*»*>ed M. aad wUH bis band *»»* h B Mias Betty? What » “■ asked Haanltml a a in*y be must get ■» ano* aa be tbe look of alarm' «a the child's tace. ah* added more gdtotty. * llai be inghUbed. dear, ae madi g away iroia Hell* btort they were I « to] i; w 'A* i'etty?” be whispered as they went from tbe room. "I only trust you. dear!” "" tat makes you go? Wag It tome Thing that woman told you? Are tney coming after us. Miss Betty? Is tt Captain Murrell?” Captain Murrell?” There was less of mystery now. but more of terror, and her hand stole up to her heart, and white and slim, rested against the black fabric dJ her dress. Don't you be scared. Miss Betty!" said Hannibal. They went silently from tbe house and again crossed the lawn to the ter race l nder the leafy arch which can opied them there was already the deep purple of twilight. "Do you reckon It were Captain Murrell shot Mr Norton, Miss Bet t> ' asked Hannibal In a shuddering whisper. Hush—Oh. bush. Hannibal! it is too awful to even speak of—" and. sobbing and half hysterical, she cov ered her face with her hands. But where are we going. Miss Betty?' asked the boy. , *T don’t know, dear!" She had an agonizing sense of the night's ap proach and of her own utter helpless ness "111 tell you what. Miss Betty, let's go to the Judge and Mr MahaHy!” said Hannibal. Judge Price?" Sbe had not thougnt of blm as a possible protector. Why. Miss Betty, ain't I told you be ain't afraid of nothing’ We could walk to Raleigh ea--y It you don't want your niggers to hook up a team lor you " Betty suddenly remembered the car riage which had taken the *-idge Into town, she was sure It had not yet re turned. tte will go to the Judge. Hannibal! George, who drove him into Raleigh, tus cot come back; tt we hurry we may meet him on the road.” Screened by the thick shadows, they passed up the path that edged 'be bayou: at tte bead of the inlet 'toy entered a clearing, acj crossing this they came to the corn reld which lay between tne bouse and the high road. Following one of the shock rows they hurried to the mouth ot tne lane Hannibal. I don’t want to tell the judge why I am leaving Belie Plain —about the woman. I mean.'' said Betty "You reckon they'd kiH her. don't you. Miss Betty. If they knew wnat she’d done?" speculated the boy. It occurred to him that an adequate ex planation of their flight would require preparation, sipce the judge was at all times singularly alive to the slight est discrepancy of statement. They had issued from the corn-field and went along the road toward Kaleigh. Suddenly Betty paused. ''Hark!” she whispered. "It were nothing. Miss Betty," said Hannibal reassuringly, and they hur ried forward again. In the utter still ness through which they moved Betty beard the beating of ner own neart. and the soft and ail but inaudible pat ter of the boy's bare feet on the warm dust of the road. Vague forms that j resolved themselves Into trees and i bushes seemed to creep toward them out of the night's black uncertainty. “It were nothing. Miss Betty." said Hannibal as before, and he returned to his consideration of the judge. He sensed something of that Intellectual nimbleness which his patron's physical make-up In nowise suggested, since his face was a mask that usually left one in doubt as to Just how much ot what he heard succeeded in making its Impression on him: but the boy knew that Slocum Price's blind side was a shelterless exposure. “You don't think the carriage could have passed us while we were cross ing the corn-field?" said Betty. “No, I reckon we couldn't a-missed hearing it.” answered Hannibal. He 1 had scarcely spoken when they j caught the rattle of wheels and the beat of boots. These sounds swept nearer and nearer, and tbe darkness disgorged the Belle Plain team and carriage. \ "George!" cried Betty, a world ot relief in her tones. “Whoa, you!” and George reined in his horses with a jerk. “Who's dar?" he asked, bending forward on the box as he sought to pierce the darkness with his glance. “George—” "Oh. it you. Missy?*’ "Yes. 1 wish you to drive me Into Raleigh." said Betty, and she and Han nibal entered the carriage. "All right. Missy. Yo’-all ready to’ me to go along out o’ here?" Yes—drive fast, George!" urged Betty. 'It's right dark fo' fas' driving’. Missy, with the road jes’ aimin' fo' to bus' yo’ springs with cbuckhotes!" He had turned his horses' heads in j the direction of Raleigh while he was speaking. “It's scandalous black in ] these beah woods. Missy—I ’clai" 1 never seen it no blacker!" The carriage swung forward for per haps a hundred years, then suddenly the horses came to a dead stop. Go along on. dar!” cried George, and struck them with his whip, but the horses only reared and plunged. “Hold on. nigger!" said a rough voice out of the darkness. “What yo' doin'?” the coachman gasped. "Don' yo' know dls de Belle Plain carriage? Take yo’ han's otleii dern hosses' bits!” Two men stepped to the side of the carriage. “Show your light. Bunker." said the same rough voice that had spoken be lore Instantly a hooded lantern was Wa* Looking Into the Face of Slotson, the Tavern-keeper. uncovered, and Hannibal ottered a cry of terror. He was looking into the face of Slosson, the tavern-keeper. CHAPTER XIX. Prisoner*. In the face of Betty’s indignant pro test Slosson and the tnan named. Bunker climbed Into the carriage. “Don't you be scared, ma'am." said the tavern-keeper, who smelt strongly of wrhisky. "I wouldn't lift my hand ag’ln no good-looking female except in kindness.” “How dare you stop my carriage?” cried Betty, with a very genuine an ger which for the moment dominated all her other emotions. She struggled to her feet, but Slosson put out a heavy hand and thrust her back. "There now." he urged soothingly. “Why make a fuss? We ain't going to harm you; we wouldn't for no sum of money. Drive on, Jim—drive like hell!" This last was addressed to the man who had taken George’s place on the box. where a fourth member of Slosson's band had forced the coachman down into the narrow space between the seat and dashboard, and was bolding a pistol to his head while he sternly enjoined silence. With a word to the horses Jim swung about and the carriage rolled off through the night at a breakneck pace. Betty's shaking hands drew Hannibal closer to her side as she felt the surge of her terrors rise with in her. Who were these men—where could they be taking her—and for what purpose? The events of the past week linked themseives in tragic se quence in' her mind. They swept past the entrance at Belle Plain, past a break in the wall of the forest where the pale light or stars showed Betty the cornfield she and Hannibal had but lately crossed, and then on into pitchy darkness again. She clung to the desperate hope that they might meet some one on the road, when she could cry out and give the alarm. She held herself in readiness for this, but there was only the steady pounding of the big bays as Jim with voice and whip urged them forward. At last he ab ruptly checked them, and Bunker and Slosson sprang from their seats. "Get down, ma'am!” said the lat ter. “where are you taking me?" asked Betty, in a voice that shook in spite of her efforts to control it. “You must hurry, ma'am." urged Slosson impatiently. “1 won't move until I know where you intend taking me!" said Betty. “If I am to die—" Mr. Slosson laughed loudly and in dulgently. “You ain't. If you don't want to walk. I'm man enough fo' to tote you. We ain't far to go. and I've tackled jobs I'd a heap less heart fo' tn my time,” he concluded gallantly. From the opposite side of the carriage Bunker swore nervously. He desired to know If they were to stand there talking all night. “Shut your nithy mouth. Bunker, and see you keep tight hold of that young rip-staver." said Slosson. "He's a perfect eel—I've had dealings with him afore!" “You tried to kill my Cncle Bob— at the tavern, you and Captain Mur rell. I heard you, and I seen you drag him to the river!” cried Hannibal Slosson gave a start of astonish ment at this. “Why, ain't he hateful?” he ex claimed aghast. "See here, young feller, that's no kind of a way fo’ you to talk to a man who has riz his ten children!" Again Bunker swore, while Jim told Slosson to make haste. This popular clamor served to recall the tavern keeper to a sense of duty. “Ma’am, like 1 should tote you. or will you walk?” he Inquired, and reaching out his hand took hold of Betty. “I’ll walk,” said the girl quickly, shrinking from the contact. "Keep close at my heels. Bunker, you tuck along after her with the boy.” “What about this nigger?" asked the fourth man. “Fetch him along with us." said Slosson. They turned from the road while he was speaking and entered a narrow path that led off through the woods, apparently in the direction of the river. A moment later Hetty heard the carriage drive away. They went onward in silence for a little time, then Slosson spoke over big shoulder. "Yes, ma'am. I've riz ten children, but none of 'em was like him—1 trained 'em up to the minute!” Mr. Slosson seemed to have passed com pletely under the spell of his domes tic recollections, tor he continued with Just a touch of reminiscent sad ness in his tone. “There was all told four Mrs. Slossons: two of 'em was South Carolinians, one was from Geor gia. and the last was a widow lady out of east Tennessee. She'd burled three husbands, and f figured we could start perfectly even." The in trinsic fairness of this start made its strong appeal. Mr. Slosson dwelt up on it with satisfaction. "She bad three to her credit. I had three to mine: neither could crow none over the other.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Compares Girls and Boys **er» «cu-aabout Ar« Cos b Ab trt Right. !* *be Ameri.ea Mvcaxtee. Ida M Twte »3':a| as tcteresttac ar ttr» oo *«m«. ha* the toMowln* to my tbur »•..■;»* (iMm and pouac ~la iha tra iw« or three peers after eeta-rtac t'o a rouoc woman wlii eteim* tsrartob'p appear superior to the Bwa or her ace more crown up. ■tore m -■rested, sorer of herself, read ier Later M«. will end her oa the wfcole tana tart aed t a esperimeat with bar gifts. to feet her wtaca. to make tartpwiee dashe* tsto !t(e It begins ha toad os tf b> were the experimenter tfe* the et t»er*«tj** And bp the e t* * senior -ook out! The are she win have lean Inter end with her owe* la aep case abe rarer develop ae rapidly la feta f teei Hue petal at he le do “He becomes assertive, confident, dominating, the male taking a male's place He discovers that his intellect ual processes are more scientific than L-ers. therefore he concludes they are superior He fiinda he can out-argue ' Ler. draw logical conclusions as she cannot He can do anything with her but convince her. for she lumps the process, lauds on her conclusion, and tht re she sits Things are so because they are so And the chances are she is right in spite of the irregular way she got there. Something superior to reason enters into her operations—an intuition of truth akin to inspiration. In early ages women unusually en dowed with this quality of perception sere honored as seers Today they are recognised as counselors of pro phetic wisdom. 'If I had taken my wife's advice!’ How often one bears it!" France has four classes of roads. They are respectively 50, 40. 33 and 115 feet wide Stranger to Avarice. Artists are often very shrewd men of business; tt is not every painter who is swindled by the picture deal ers But a charming story in Mr. Frederic Harrison's recent book shows that Millet cared little what was paid him for his pictures, because he did not work for money, but for the joy of creating beauty. Millet had a standing agreement with a firm of art dealers, who took all his work In exchange for regular payments of $200 a month. Somebody pointed out to Millet that they could sell a single picture of his for as much as $10,000. "That is their affair," he said, sim ply. "As long as I have all I need, and can paint what I like, and as I like It. I do not mind what they get for my pictures.”—Youth’s Companion. To Open a Sealed Jar. A safe and sure way to open a seal ed glass jar which defies all efforts to release the contents without break ing the receptacle, la to place the jar In a deep saucepan of cold water; bring U gradually to a boll; but be fore this stage is reached it will usu ally be found that the jar can be opened with the usual means and ef fort—that is. by a reverse twist oa the metal top. using a damp cloth or a piece of sand paper, if at hand, to prevent the hand from slipping Then insert a thin knife blade under the rubber, next the jar. and press against It firmly. This will usually let in enough air to release the pressure on1 the top and unseal the jar. Remarkable Series of Crimes. A one-armed native, according to the Pretoria (South Africa) newspa pers, has surrendered to the police after a series of fiendish crimes. Quarreling with his fellows, be set about two dozen huts alight and fie! to the hills, pursued by hundreds of men from his own district. They could not capture him, and he re turned by stealth to his kraal, seised two children of the man with whom be had first quarreled. - and dashed their heads against a rock in the sight of two other children, whom he bade return to their father and relate what they had seen WAS SHE SELFISH? Cupid Thought Not and Was Right. By M. DIBBELL. “The game isn't worth the candle," said Jocelyn dejectedly. “We posi tively can't live on in this way; the ends simply won't meet—I must go to work at something." "But what can you do. child?” queried her sister. "You have never learned anything but housekeeping well enough to teach it. and nobody wants lessons at that." "Well I might at least keep some body's house.” "Oh Jocelyn, is it not better to starve respectably than to go out as a common servant?" “It certainly is not. I have a good healthy appetite every day of my life, and I intend to do my best to produce the three satisfactory meals which Providence Intended me to have. Besides, a housekeeper is an important person nowadays—she over sees the doings of everybody else.” “Where do you expect to find such a responsible position? They don't go begging?" "Now my great secret shall be di ; vulged." Jocelyn answered trium | phantly. “1 had a long talk with Mrs. j Derment before she returned to the : city this fall, and she quite approved j of my idea. In her letter which came today she says that a dear friend of hers is in such poor health that she is no longer able to look after house hold affairs, but cannot bear to think of giving up her home. Mrs. Der ment told her about me. and was au thorized to make me a proposal. The salary is generous, and she is sure I will like Mrs. Norton. So can you suggest any reason why I should re fuse such an offer?" Miriam only gasped, as she gazed into the eager face of her energetic young sister. » "You dear old Miriam—you just can't help knowing that it is the very best thing on earth I could do. You can live here in peace and comfort and come over to see me if you get “You Don't Know the Meaning of the Word." lonesome. 1 have kept the best part of it till the last—Mrs. Norton lives over on the highlands, only thirty minutes on the trolley.” Relief succeeded dismay in Miriams eves. That will be con venient to have you so near at hand. I was beginning to wonder how I could exist with you away off where I could never see you. Tou are a ' brave child, and I believe you could not help succeeding at whatever you undertook." The week following. Jocelyn Newell started for the Norton home to as ' sume her duties as its housekeeper. "Remember I shall come to see you every Thursday aftemoqp.” she called back to Miriam, as the big suburban trolley started. Jocelyn received a cordial welcome ; from Mrs. Norton who had taken a liking to her young housekeeper at their first meeting. “I am so glad ! that I am to have someone who can take charge of everything.” she said i with a relieved sigh. “Now I can rest in peace, and rest seems to be a perpetual demand with me nowa days." “When you don't have anything to think about except how to get well and strong you will find yourself rest ed before you know it. I am going to see that you do get well—that is one of my duties as housekeeper.” and Jocelyn’s cheerful voice gave her employer a pleasant thrill. Mrs. Norton was alone, and her ill health was largelv the result of sor row over the leas of both her hus band and an only daughter. Her in terest in life seemed dead, but *he presence of her cheerful young house keeper caused It to show faint flut terings of life, and as the months passed she found that existence was not after all an entire blank. The two women became fond of each other for the girl made valiant efforts to interest and amuse her em ployer: and great was her satisfaction when she saw in Mrs. Norton a marked improvement both in health 1 and spirits. The weekly visits to Miriam were faithfully paid, and the elder sister seemed cheerful and contented when they met; 60 it was a shock to Joce lyn when one day in late spring she received a call from Oliver Craig, one of the favorite bachelors of her home village, and was severely taken ta task by him for leaving her sister to die of loneliness. When she tried to defend her action he waved aside her explanation, but his next words opened the mental eyes of his bewildered listener. "The only way out of it Is for Mi riam to marry me. I have been want ing her to do It for ten years. I am not going to sit quietly and see her pine'away before my eyes—I want yon to tell Miriam that it is her duty to be my wife, not to keep a home for you as she has always Insisted. Ton would be as dear as a sister to me and could have a home with us always if you would." Jocelyn gave a little laugh. "You nearly scared me to death, but now I see through your deep laid scheme. You know I have always liked you, Oliver. Why didn't you ask me to help you before, instead of keeping your courting of Miriam secret all this time? To-morrow is my day for visiting, and I shall surely lay dowrn the law to my dear old goose of a sis ter. She shall be happy, even if I have to force her into it." “What a dumb-head I have been," remarked Oliver disgustedly. "I never dared speak to you on the subject for fear you would go into hysterics—Mir iam was sure the mere suggestion would break your heart " He gave Jocelyn's hand a brotherly squeeze as he took his departure. Jocelyn kept her word, and on the day following gave Miriam a severe lecture on her duty to the man who had loved her so long and waited for her so patiently. Before she left, a brother-in-law for herself had be come an admitted possibility in the near future. On returning to the Norton re6i dence after this interview, its house keeper found unusual signs of ex citement. “Oh. Miss Newell,” was the greet ing of Mary the parlor-maid. “Mrs. Norton's nephew has come, and they have been talking together over an hour. Mrs. Norton said put him in the blue room, and he would stay a long time she hoped.” “I am glad he has come. Mary; It will do Mrs. Norton good and we must make him comfortable." Jocelyn hast ened to her room, feeling to her own surprise decidedly blue. Removing her wraps, she threw a shawl about her shoulders and slipped out of doors. Mrs. Norton and her nephew were evidently settled for the evening, and a lonely feeling came over the young housekeeper as she heard their voices in passing. After rambling for some time in the moonlight, Jocelyn seated herself on a bench by the boundary 1 wall, and faced the situation. "What a selfish thing I am! Just because Miriam is to be made happy in spite of herself, and Mrs. Norton has the only per son she has on earth left to love come to brighten her up, 1 fall into the dumps! It's a nice way of practicing the Golden Rule." But this self directed lecture failed of its effect, for to Jocelyn's disgust she found herself sobbing softly. She rubbed the tears fiercely away. "Why Miss Newell, what is the matter?" asked a sympathetic voice, as Jocelyn gave a final dab. She looked up with a start to find herself confronted by a tall young man, who continued. "Aunt Alma sent me to bring her treasured housekeeper in out of the dew. but she will be sorry I found you in tears. Can't I do something to help you?” "No. for I am crying because I am the most selfish creature on earth." she answered. "Should you sympa thize with some one who cried be cause she was going to have for a brother-in-law a man she had always i liked?” j "I should sympathize with my aunt's perfect housekeeper whatever her trouble—she has told me all about you—but I am glad it is no worse." “Mrs. Norton is the best woman that ever lived." Jocelyn rose as she spoke. “I must see that she is prop erly fixed for the night. Please don't tell her what a goose I have been.” "Ton need not fear that I will be tray a confidence." he answered. Eugene Ralston proved a great ad dition to the household, he carried both Mrs. Norton and her housekeep er off on all sorts of excursions. “I [ am a stranger and want to see the I country..” was his excuse, and Jod’e ! lyn silently blessed him as she saw the pink beginning to creep back into Mrs. Norton's cheeks. Miriam was married to her patient Oliver in mid-summer, and the couple went for a short trip: but Jocelyn found that only joy for her sister filled her thought. ' certainly hope so." she said to her | self. ! On the night of the wedding Eugene Ralston and Jocelyn strolled together. ■'It seems better to have a brother in law that you feared. doescJI it?" Eugene asked "I am delighted—I begin to hope that I am overcoming selfishness." “The Idea of your being selfish— you don't know the meaning of the word." Jocelyn laughed "That only shows how little you know of the real me." "I know that Aunt Alma found a r.ew let^e of life when she found you. and I know that when I found you I found the one woman in the world for me. Jocelyn will you marry me. and let me love you forever?” Jocelyn's answer was peculiar, but entirely satisfactory to Eugene. "I thought I was overcoming selfishness, when it was only that I was learning to care for you—what an awful hypo crite I—" Bat the hypocrite's lips : were sealed. (Copyright. lSli. hr Associated Literary Press.) — —" ■ — ■■ ■ Graphite Industry Grows. Although their existence was long known and mentioned in print as early as 16S1. the graphite deposits of Cey lon were not exploited until some time between 1S20 and 1S30. Joseph Dixon is said to have imported & small quantity into the United States in 1829. but It was not until 1834 that the industry assumed any commer cial importance. From that time to this, as a result of the growth of met- j allurgical industries and the resulting demand for refractory materials, the industry has developed rapidly, until at present graphite is subordinate only to tea and the products of the cocoa nut palm among the expons from Ceylon. The graphite is mined either from open pits or through vertical shafts connecting with underground workings. As a rule the mining methods are still crude, the acme of mechanical ingenuity being reached in a windlass operated by five or six men for hoisting the graphite in a son of tub. The workmen usually ascend and descend by means of rough wooden ladders, tied with jungle ropes and rendered exceeding ly slippery by the graphite dust and water. i Time! One of the Principal Advantages of a WaG “fcaite (Ideal)^ ^rbut^^^en^ II is that you have a pen that Vs ff will always respond immediately VI II wherever you want to write. The II II Spoon Feed regulates an even and II 11 steady flow and prevents overflow. II VL Gold Pens to suit every hand. ml ‘The Pen ThaT '■^li^Men Use” .. PARKER'S _ HAIR BALSAM Clsaneee and beautifies the Promotes a hrruriant frowth. Hover Fails to Hostoro Gray | Hair to its Youthful Color. Prevents hair falling. .__jgc^and_gL0Q_Rt.Pnigv;1gta. — IF IT’S YOUR EYES PEl'lint EYE SALVE i» what yoo need ELECTRIC LIGHT IN DENMARK Every Town In That Country of Over 5,000 Population Has Public Service. According to recent Information about the progress of electric light and power industries in Denmark, it appears that all the towns of 5,000 inhabitants and over arc now provid ed with public electric service, says the Scientific American. As to towns having between 5,000 and 3,000 inhab itants, there are only three in which electric mains are not Installed, so that it will be seen that Denmark is one of the most progressive countries in this respect. The largest sized electric stations are to be found at Copenhagen and at present there are three large plants In operation giving a total of 27,000 horse power. Cur rent is supplied for the city mains, as well as for the tramway lines. As regards the Danish stations in small towns, in general eaclj town has Its own plant, and there Is but one ex ample of an iritercommunal system. This is at Skovshoved, near Copenha gen, and the central station extends its power lines over all the suburban regions, also supplying the tramways of Hellerup and Kiampenburg. In most of the town electric stations the Diesel heavy oil engine is used. The Love in Fiction and Life. A periodical devoted to the drama pleads for plays based on some emo tion other than love. The difficulty in producing such plays is that every play must have a hero, and in mak ing a hero, the playwright, as well as his audience, almost Inevitably adopts the view expressed 2,000 years ago by a scribbler of the dead walls of Pom peii: “He who has never loved a woman is not a gentleman." Subtle Admonition. i "Why do you always ask that regu lar customer If the razor hurts him?" asked one barber. "Just as a gentle reminder,” replied the other, “that If he forgot the tip It's liable to hurt him next time.” In Gotham. “I know a policeman who always puts by something every week of what he earns." “Humph! I know one who always puts by every week more than he earns.” Electric Fans in India. A Norwegian expedition will study In India for men to wave fans to keep the air circulating in houses, they are gradually being replaced by electric fans as cheaper and more reliable. The Likeness. "This free pulling of teeth has some features in common with big social functions." "What are they?” "Charity bawls." Nine times out of ten when a lover tells his betrothed that he's not half good enough for her he speaks only half the truth. If the clinging type of woman could anly hang onto cash: A FOOD CONVERT Good Food the True Road to Health. The pernicious habit some persons still have of relying on nauseous drugs to relieve stomach trouble keeps up the patent medicine business and helps keep up the army of dyspeptics. Indigestion—dyspepsia — is caused by what is put into the stomach in the way of improper food, the kind that so taxes the strength of the digestive organs they are actually crippled. When this state Is reached, to resort to tonics is like whipping a tired horse with a big load. Every addi tional effort be makes nnder the lash diminishes his power to move the load. Try helping the stomach by leaving off heavy, greasy, indigestible food snd take on Grape-Nnts—light, easily digested, full of strength for nerves and brain. In every grain of it. There’s no waste of time nor energy when Grape-Nuts la the food. “I am an enthusiastic user of Grape Nuts and consider it an ideal food." writes a Maine man: “I had nerwous dyspepsia and was ill run down and my food seemed to Jo me but little good. From reading m advertisement I tried Grape-Nuts ’ood, and, after a few weeks’ steady »se of It, felt greatly Improved. “Am much stronger, not nervous low, and can do more work without leeling so tired, and am better every way. “I relish Grape-Nuts best with cream ind use four heaping teaspoonfuls as :he cereal part of a meal. I am sure :here are thousands of persons with itomach trouble who would be bene ited by using Grape-Nuts.” Name giv in by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to iVellvilla," in pkgs. “There’s a rea son." Ever read the akn* letter t A »• »* appear* from time to time. They "» weaatae, troe, aad fall at kiaia Btcitat