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W JSifmm -"..rf i.rw -T .OKPTnEj..'''! ''Il'JJ.'. t!U 'vnw rt lwwffwawwMmil3r.ttTTA mV.1m.mi MTn .. ' i iniii i.;i RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF 1 h I .1 t w imu uwmiuaiimwwi Old Lady Number 31 LOUISE FORSSLUND Author of "The Story otStrth" "Tb Ship of Dream" Etc. Copyright by The Century Co. SYNOPSIS. Qaploln Abraham Rosn nn1 Angelina, tita wlfo. hnvo lost tliotr llttlo homo throtiRh Abo'a unlucky purclumo of Tona lly dold mining stock. t Tholr household Roods Mold, tho 1100 nuctlon nionoy, nil tlicy hnvo left, will plnco Aim In tho Old Man's homo, or Any In tho Old I.iuIIoh' hom. lloth lire solf-BticrinrlnK hut Abo decides: "My denr this Is the fust tltnn I've had a clianco to talio tho wust of It." CHAPTER II Continued. Under the pink tobo a soft pink flush bloomed on cither of tho old lady's checks. Her eyes flashod with unconquorablo pride, nnd her square, Arm chin sho held very high; for now, Indeed, eho was flllod with terror of what "folks would Bay" to this home leaving, and It was a bright Juno after noon, too clear for an umbrella with which to hldo one's faco from prying neighbors, too lato In tho day for a sunshade. ; Angy tucked tho green-black affair (which servod them ob both under her (arm nnd swung Abe's figured old car tpotbag in Iter hand with tho manner of (ono setting out on a ploaennt Journey. iVbo, though resting heavily on his itout, crooked cano, dragged behind ilm Angy's Utile horsehair trunk upon crcnklng, old, unuHually largo toy express wagon which ho hnd bought ,at somo forgotten auction long ago. Tho hUBband nnd wlfo passed Into jtho gnrdon between borders of box Iwood, beyond which nodded the heads of Angy'B carefully tended, outdoor "children" her roHes, her snowballs, her ewcct-smolllng syrlngaB, her wax llko bleeding-hearts and her shrub of brldal-wrcath. "Jest a minute," sho murmured, as Abo would havo hastened on to the goto. She bent hor proud head nnd kissed with furtlvo, half-nBhainnd pas Blon a fluffy whlto spray of tho bridal wreath. Now overtopping tho hus band's silk hat, tho Bhrub had not como so high ns his kneo when they two had planted It nearly a half-century ago. i "Vou'ro inlno!" Angy's heart cried out to tho elirub and to evory growing thing In tho garden. "Vou'ro initio. I planted you, tended you, loved you Into growing. You'ro all tho children I over hnd, nnd I'm loaving you." Hut tho old wlfo did not pluck a slnglo flower, for sho could never boar to sco a blossom wither in her hand, while nil Bho said aloud waB: "I'm glad''twas Mis' Holmes that bought in tho houso. They say sho's a groat hand ter dig In tho garden." Angy's voico faltered. Abo did not answer. Something had caused a swimming boforo his oyce which ho did not wish his wlfo to see; so he lot fall tho haiuHo of tho express wagon and, bonding his slow back, plucked a Bprlg of "old-man." Though ho could not havo expressed his senti ments In words, tho garden brought poignant recollections of tho hopes and promtsra which had thrown their roso color about tho young days of his marriage. His hopes had never blos somed Into fulillment. His promises to the llttlo wlfo had been choked by tho weeds of his own Inefficiency. worso than this, tho bursting into bloom ot-soeds of selfish recklessness In himself was what hnd turned tho garden of their llfo Into an arid wasto. And now, in their dry nnd withered old ngo, ho nnd Angy were lining torn up by tho roots, Hung as so much rubbish by tho roadside "Mothor, I bo drotful sorry tor tnko yew away from your postes," muttered Abraham its ho aroso with his green sprig In his hand. With clinking Augurs, Angy sought a pin hidden boneath her basquo. "Fa. thor, ehnll I pin yer 'old-man In yer buttonholo?" Bho quavered. Then ns ho stooped for hor to arrange tho posy, sho whispered: "1 wouldn't care, 'copt fer what folks must uay. Lo's hurry boforo tiny ono buus us, I told everybody that wo wa'n't n-gwlno tor break up till tormorror morn In'." Fortunately, there waB a way across lots to tho Old Ladles' home, an un frequented by-path over a field and through a bit of woodland, which would bring tho couplo almost unob served to a Bldo gate. Under ordinary circumstances Ange lina would never havo takon this path; for It exposed hor cnrofully patched and nowly polished shoes to scratches, her fragllo, worn silk skirt nnd stiff, whlto petticoat to brambles. More over, tho drngglng of tho loaded llttlo wagon waB moro difllcult hero for Abraham. Hut they both preferred tho narrower, 'rougher way to facing tho curious eycB of all Shorovlllo now, tho pitying windows of tho vlllngo street. As tho couplo camo to tho edgo of tho woodland, they turned with ono accord and looked back for tho last gtlrapso of tho homo. Dlazlng gold red against tho kltchon window llained (tho afternoon sunlight. "Look nyiiatl" Angy cried eagerly, as one who beholds n promise In tho skies. "Jest Bee, father, wo couldn't 'a' mndu out that wlndor this fur at all cf the huh hadn't struck It jest so. I dpclnr' it seems almost as ef wo could sco tho rocker, tow. It's tew bad, Abe, that we hnd tor let yor old rocker go. IV yow rcmombor ?" sho laid her hnnd on his arm, and lifted her gaze, growing clouded and wistful, to his faco. "When wo bought tho chair, wo thought mebbo somo day I'd bo rocking a lectio baby In It Twns then, yow rlcollcc', wo sorter got in tho habit of cullln' each other 'father' an' 'mothor.' I wonder of tho young 'uns had como " "Le's hurry," Interrupted Abo, al most gruffly. "Lo's hurry." They stumbled forward with bowed heads In silence, until of a sudden they wero otartlcd by a surprised hall of recognition, and looked up to find themselves confronted by a bent and gray old man, n village character, a harmless, Bllghtly demonted public chargo known as "Ishmael" or "Cap tain Hover." "Whar yew goln', Cap'n Rose?" Tho old -couplo had drawn brick at tho sight of the gentlo vagabond, and Angy clutched at hor husband's arm, hor heart contracting nt tho thought that ho, too', had becomo a pauper. "I'm a-takln' my wlfo tor Jlno tho old ladles over thar ter tho hum," Abe answered, nnd would havo passed on, shrinking from tho Bight of himself as reflected in poor Ishmael. )3ut the "innocent" placed hlmeolf In their path. "Yow ain't a-goln' tor Jlno 'em tow?" ho bantered. Abe forced a laugh to his lips in re sponse. "No, no; I'm goln' over tor Ynphank ter board on tho county." Again tho couplo would havo passed on, their faces flushed, their oyes low ered, had not Ishmael flung out ono hand to detain them whllo ho plunged tho other hurriedly into his pocket. "Hero." Ho drew out n meagor hand ful of nickels and pennies, his vacant smllo grown wistful. "Hero, take.lt, Cnp'n Itoso. It's all I got. I can't count it myself, but yow can. Don't yew think It's enough ter set yow up in business, eo yew won't hnvo tor go ter the poorhouso? Tho poorhouso Is a bad place. I was thorn last win ter. I don't llko tho poorhouso." Ho rambled on (of tho poorhouso. Angy, punting for breath, ono hand against tho smothering pain at her heart, was trying, with tho other, to drag "fnthcr" along. "Fathor" was shaking lib hca'd at Ishmael, at tho proffered nlckols nnd pennies shak ing his head and choking. At length ho found his voico, and was ablo to smllo nt his wou Id-bo benefactor with oven tho gliost of a twinkle In his eye. "Much obliged, Cnp'n Hover; but yew keep yer money for terbnecy. I ain't 110 high-toned as yew. I'll take real comfort at the poorhouso. S'long; thank yer. S'long." Ishmaol went on his way muttering to himself, unhappily Jingling his re jected alms; whllo Angy and Abo re sumed their Journey. As they camo to tho gate of tho Old Ladles' homo Angy seized hold of her husband's arm, and looking up into his faco pleaded earnestly: "Father, let'H tako tho hunderd dol lars fer n fnmbly tombatun an' go ter tho poorhouso terguthor!" Ho shook her off almost roughly and lifted the latch of tho gato. "Folks 'd say wo was crazy, mothor." There was no ono In sight ns ho drngged In tho express cart and laid down tho handle. Ilofore him was a long, clenn-swopt path ending appar ently In a mtfbe of shrubbery; to tho loft was n field of sweet corn reaching to tho hedge; to he right a strong and sturdy growth of polo lima beans; nnd Just within tho entrance, beneath the sweeping plumes of n weeping willow treo, was a shabby but Inviting green bench. Abo's glanco wandered from tho bench to his lfo's faco. Angy could not lift her eyes to him; with bowed head sho was latching and unlatching tho gato through which ho muBt pass. Ho looked at the sun nnd thoughtfully mado reckon of tho time. There wero still two hours beforo ho could tnko the train which "Let's go sot (leown a spoil afore " ho faltered "aforo wo sny good-by." Sho mndu no answer. Sho told hor solf over nnd over that sho must simply must stop that "nll-of-a-trem-bio" feeling which wus going on inside of her. Sho stepped from tho gnto to tho bench blindly, with Abe's hnud on hor arm, though, still blindly, with exaggerated caro she placed his car petbag on thu grass beside her. Ho laid down his cano, took off his high hat and wiped his brow. He looked at her anxiously. Still she could not lift her blurred eyes, nor could sho chock her trembling. Seeing how Bho shook, he passed his arm around hor shoulder. Ho mur mured something what, nolther ho nor sho know but tho lovo of his youth spoke In tho murmur, and again fell tho sllenco. Angy's oyes clenred. Sho struggled to speak, aghast at tho thought that llfo Itself might bo done beforo over they could havo ono hour together again; hut no words camo. So much bo much to say! Sho reached out her hnnd to whore his rested upoti his knee. Their lingers gripped, and each felt n sense of dreary cheer to know that tho touch was speaking what the tongue could not utter. TImo passed swiftly. Tho silent hour sped on. Tho young blades of corn gossiped gently along tho Held. Abovo, the branches of tho willow swished and swayed to the rhythm of tho soft south wind. , "How still, how till It Isl" whis pered tho breeze. "Hcst, rest, restl" was tho lullaby swish of tho willow. The old wlfo nestled closer to Abra ham until Iter head touched his shoul dor. He laid hta cheek against hor hair and the carefully preserved old bonnet. Involuntarily sho raised her hand, trained by the years of pinch ing economy, to lift tho fragllo roso Into a safer position. Ho smiled nt her action; then his arm closed about her spasmodically and ho swallowed a lump In his throat. The afternoon was waning. Gradu ally over tho turmoil of their hearts stolo tho gardon's Juno-tlmo Bplrlt of drowsy repose. They leaned even closer to each othor. Tho gray of the old man's hair mingled with tho gray beneath Ange lina's llttlo bonnet. Slowly his oyos closed. Then even as Angy wondorod who would watch ovor the slumbers of his worn old ago In the poorhouso, she, too, fell asleep. CHAPTER III. The Candidate. Tho butcher's boy brought the tid ings of tho auction salo In at tho kitchen door of tho Old Ladles' home oven whllo Angy and Abo wero lin gering over their posies, and tho In mates of tho home wero waiting to recolve the old wife with tho greater sympathy and tho deeper spirit ot welcome from tho fact that two of tho twenty-nluo members had known her from girlhood, away back In the boarding-school days. "Yop," said tho boy, with one eye upon the stout matron, who was criti cally examining the meat that ho had brought. "Yop, the auction's ovor, an Cap'n Roso, he Don't that cut suit you, Miss Abigail? You won't And a better, nicer, tenderer and more Juicier plcco of shoulder this side of Now York. Tako It back, did you say? All right, ma'am, all right!" His face assumed a look of resignation: these old ladies mndo his life a martyrdom. Ho used to tell tho "fellers" that he spent one-half his time carrying orders back and forth from the Old Ladles' home. Hut now, In splto of his meek ness of manner, ho did not intend to tako this cut back. So with Machia vellian skill ho hastened on with his gossip. "Yop, an they only rlz ono hundred dollars nn' two cents ono hundred dollars nn' n postage-stamp. I guess It's all up with tho cap'n an' tho Old Men's. I don't seo 'em hangln' out no 'Wolcomo' Blgn on tho strength of thnt." "You're a horrid, henrtless little boy!" burst forth Miss Abigail, and, flinging tho disputed meat on tho tablo, she sank down into the chair, completely overcomo by sorrow and indignation. "You'll be old yerself some day," sho sobbed, not noticing thut ho wns stealthily edging toward tho door, ono oyo on hor, ono on to morrow's pot ronBt. "I tell yew. Tommy," regaining her accustomed confiding amiability, ns sho lifted the corner of her apron to wlpo hor eyes, "Miss Elllo will feel somo kind o' bad, tow. Yer know mo an' her an' Angy all went ter school tergothor, nlthough Miss Elllo is so much younger'n tho rest o' us that wo call her tho baby. Ilore! Where" Hut ho was gone. Sighing heavily, the matron put the meat in fho icebox, nnd then mado hor slow, lumbering way into tho front hall, or community room, whero tho Bisters were gathored in a body to nwnlt the now arrival. "Waal, pay!" Bho supplemented, after she had finished telling her piti ably brief story, "thar's trouble ernough to go around, hain't thar?" Aunt Nnncy Smith, who never be lieved In wenring hor heart on her sleevo, sniffed and thumped her cano on tho floor. "You young folks," sho affirmed, her self having 8ce,n ninety-nino winters, whllo Abigail had known but a paltry slxty-flvo, "yew allers go an' cut yor pity on the skew-gee. I don't see nothln' to bawl an beller erbout. I say that any man what can't tako kcro o' hlmstlf, not ter mention his wife, should ortor go ter the poor house." Hut tho matriarch's voice quavered oven moro than usual, and as she fin ished she hastily bent down and felt in her deep skirt pocket for her snuff box. (to nn CONTINUED.) Legal View. A Cleveland attorney took tho Medi terranean trip a month ago. It was his first time across tho water, and ho stated on his return that he would havo had a perfectly glorious time but for tho Billy questions asked him by customs officials. It was on the pier at Now York that his woes camo to a climax. Tho officer looked up In amazement "Open your trunk, 'plen'so," commanded the custom-house officer. "Have you anything In there but personal property?" ho continued. "What do you mean by personal prop erty?" countered tho lawyer. "For heaven's sake, don't you kuow what personal property Is?" "I thought I did," answered tho attorney. "And I can nssuro you that thero Is no real ostnte in my trunk." Cleveland Plain Dualer, I Profound Consular Advice. The American commercial represent ative abroad should say what he means. Wo havo just been reading a consular report from the Uganda dis trict, Africa, which Informs us that "human beings acquire tho sleeping sickness from biting files." If this ! really a fact, tho obvious advice Is' Substitute beetles or roacheB. Don't bite flies; swat them I Judge. NO NAMES INIIS STOMA BABY Child of Love Match Is Aban doned in Fear. PARENTS MARRIED IN SECRET Blue-Eyed Mary Cannot Go Back to Arms of Mother Who Yearns for First Born Old Feud to Blame. There aro no names in this story Because of a bluo-oyed, five-year-old Mary, who should nover know until Bho Is old enough to kuow and under stand and possibly forglvo. Hecauso of, a man and wlfo who stumbled In the path, who suffered In secret and who will continue to 'Buffer whilo life lasts and they should bo permitted to retain their secret. Because of a man and woman to whom God denied offspring and who havo taken Into their hearts and homo tho baby abandoned by a boy and a girl when expediency overruled love. And, because The "moving finger" wrote that they should hate each other with tho cold, deadly, never-dying malevolence of a Kentucky feud. They did, and they do to this day, but no ono knows the reason why. V In early manhood thoy left tho Dluo Grass state and fate, with the malig nant persistence with which she pur sues those ensnarled In her web, brought' their wandering footsteps to a halt In a little town In Michigan. There they sottlcd. Banker and Lawyer. They grew with tho community. Ono becaino tho leading banker and tho other Its prominent lawyer. Suc cess came, but tho old-tlmo rancor re mained. When tho amcnitieB of Boclal or business llfo lifted a commanding finger courtesy ruled, but that was all. And thoy married. To tho lawyer was born a son and unto the banker a daughter was given. Fate, remorseless, threw boy and girl together In school, in play and in tho youthful activities of a small town. Plnaforo and knlckerbocker friendship grew as tho years rolled by, and ono day beforo they wero out of school tho chrysalis of friendship burst and radiant lovo came forth. For a while boy and girl kept their wonderful secret to themselves, it would havo been sacrllego to talk about It. Then tho brutal realities of llfo crept Into tho roseate picture. Would papa? Would ho and he forget that horrible mysterious some thing that had embittered two lives? Daughter crept to daddy's arms and whispered tho tale; son stood beforo father and told tho story. Meet In Secret. Tho old hatred blazed forth and weeping girl and angry boy wont forth to meet In secret and wonder why fato was bo unkind. Ono day they married, not In tho homo town, but in another 'not far away. At first It was a secret, but soon it becamo apparent that It could not be a Becrct forever. So on some pre text or tho other they loft their ro spcctlvo homes and mot in "the Wis consin woods." There for, several weeks they Jived a llfo ot utter free dom. Dut tho greatest day In a wom an's llfo waB approaching and they Journeyed to Chicago. A baby a little girl wob born In Oak Park. Today they aro ashamed of what they did. Five years of anguish and remorso have not balanced tho scales. She could not, would not go back homo with a baby; ho well, he ad mits It today was a coward. They decided to abandon the child. Mr. and Mrs. Chester T. Bradford llvo In Evanston. They, too, had a baby, but it was upstairs in its 'crib while tho llttlo buggy stood on tho veranda of tho Bedford residence. Fato placed It there. Tho young 'fa ther had a friend who lived In Evans ton, a well-to-do young man, who necessarily must llvo In a good neigh borhood. And with tho nddross as a pivot in seeking a houso In which tholr bnby would receive at least a chance 1 of decent upbringing, tho young cow l nrds started for Evanston. Half a ! block before they reached their friends houso they saw the empty buggy, nnd Into It they dumped their baby and flow. Thero wob another desolato homo In Chicago. It was different from the llttlo Oak Park cottago but hardly less desolato. Thoro wero spacious grounds about tho houso, and from tho exterior it was beautiful. But to tho occupants, tho homo was dreary, as tho halls gavo no echoes to pattering feet of children. Thoy wanted a baby, and appealed to tho Illinois Home and Aid society. Thoy wero shown Beveral children which had been placed In the care ot the society, and ono, a little girl with bluo oyes, attracted them, Legally Adopted. ' 0 tliey took the llttlo girl into tholr home, and In a short timo it hnd lost Its desolation. The halls echoed with tho laughter and prattle of tho child, and tho man and his wlfo wero happy. They decided that the child should never bo takon from them, so they legally adopted hor. Fate again Intervened, for she was named Mary, and Mary wob the namo of tho girl wlfo who had placed her baby In tho empty buggy on tho Brad ford porch. Hack to Michigan went tho young husband and wife. They mado their marriage known but there was no reconciliation of tho graying Kentucki ans. Thoy ncccptod tho situation, that Is all: Three other children came to gladden tho homo; the husband pros pored at his practice. Tho wlfo smiled by day and wept by night. Their thoughts wandered back eter nally to the llttlo girl who had been left In tho llttlo buggy on the porch. They loved tho children who hnd come later in life, but thero was a constant yearning for their first born. What had becomo of her? Had tho wheel of destiny crushed out tho life thoy had given? If Bho was alive, had she fallen into the hands of kindly foster parents, or was sho being buf feted by want and adversity? Conscience and fato did not let thorn forget for long. Did thoy go to tho theater thoro, Inevitably, In the woof of the story was a baby. Sometimes abandoned. Flotlon that camo their way seemed to bo built almoBt entire ly on stories in which girl babies played a part. Even tho movies Unshod accusing pictures. Tho minds of the parents conjured up terrlblo pictures of the fato of their daughter. At length, unablo longer to stand tho uncertainty, tho father hired detectives to go to Evanston and traco If they could the fate of his child" Then tho stage waB Bet by fate. The detectives had struck tho trail, but a blank wall blocked the way when they sought the namo of the man and woman who gave tho love nnd protection dented by father and mothor. Mary's foster father heard and the only mother Mary knew wept. Lawyers wore called In. It was agreed there should bo a meeting of the lawyers. Mary's Real Father. Mary'a real father went as hla own lawyer. And Mnry's foster father wont as his own lawyer. They mot In a hotel lobby as lawyers and wcht to a room as lawyers. Tho man from Michigan sat on tho edgo of tho bed, the man from Chicago on a chair. Tongues wero silent, but eyes searched and spoke. "You," said tho man from Chicago, "are tho father of llttlo Mary." "And you," said tho man from Michi gan, "havo my daughter." "Listen," said tho Michigan man. And ho told tho story of flvo years of hell, of sleepless nights, anguish and regret, suffering and self-condemnation. "And you listen to mo," said the man from Chicago. And he told tho story of flvo years of a now heaven and earth. Tho adoption of a child through court proceedings gives that child ir revocably to tho foster parents. Tho man from Michigan, as a lawyer, knew that legally his child was lost to him. Ho had had and had abandoned. To him who stepped In ns his substitute tho law gavo a good title. Mary will never know that when sho was playing wlth her dolls on tho lawn two men wero looking nt her through tho roso hedgo. Both wero crying. Mary couldn't understand why dad dy's eyes were wet when ho hugged her In his arms a moment later and sho didn't see the man from Michigan aa he lurched down tho street. ONE THING IS OVERLOOKED Ahaves and 8aves, and Plans Bright s Future With Fiancee, but Now Dream Is E,nded. During flvo years Alexander Schwartz shaved and saved In a Chi cago barber shop. Soveral evenings each week ho put on his best clothes and trlct) his best conversation. Ho was mak'ing plans for his future. ., On thoso occasions a young woman shared in tho plans, helping him to make them. Schwartz shaved thousands of faces nnd cut the hair on thousands ot heads during thoso flvo years. Ho ex pected that after he had been married a few years ho would own a shop and Bit bcsldo a cash register that tinkled pleasantly. His flanceo agroed that to a bright man llko him such a lucra tive futuro was moro than probable. Meanwhile Schwartz went on shav ing and saving. Recently, however, ho had to tako somo tlmo off. Ho ap peared In court beforo John E. Owens, county Judgo. Thero he learned that In tho years of shaving and saving and dreaming ho had overlooked pro vision for his mother's future. "You must pay $3 a week for her support," said the Judgo. Schwartz declared that It ho did so, saving would be Impossible. "Earn moro monoy, then," said tho Judge. "I mako only $15 a week," paid Schwartz, "and if I use $3 ot that for another purpose, I shall bu unablo to marry. My girl has been waiting flvo yoars. Sho Is tired. She will quit mo If sho has to watt any longer." "You must contribute to tho support of your mother" Bald tho Judgo. "Walt until you earn monoy enough, or until you agroo lo support both your mothor and a wlfo boforo you aro married." Elevated. "You say our friend fs rising In political llfo?" "Yes. He's rising, all right He used to be on the level, and now he'i known as the man higher up." MOTHER OF SCHOOL GIRL Tells How Lydia E.Pinkham'a Vegetable Compound Re stored Her Daugh ter's Health. Plover, Iowa.-"From a small child my 18 year old daughter had femaU weakness, I spoke to three doctors about it and they did not hqlp her any. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com DOUnd hnd been ai !j great benefit to me so x decided to have her givo it a trial fane has taken five bottles of the Veo-e. tflhln fVimrifflinA an. cording to directions on the bottle and Bho is .cured of this trouble. Sho was nil run down when sho started taking the Compound and her periods did not come right Sho was so poorly and weak that I often had to help her dress herself, but now sho is regular and is growing strong and healthy. "Mrs. Martin Helvio, Plover, Iowa. Hundreds of such letters expressing gratitudo for" tho good Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound has accom plished are constantly being received, proving tho reliability of this grand old remedy. If you are ill do not drag along and continue to suffer day in and day out but at once tako Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table Compound, a woman's remedy for woman's ills. If you want special advice write t Lydia E. Flnkhnm Medicine Co (confi dential) Lynn, Mass. Yoar letter will be opened, read and answered by a Woman and held la strict confidence EARTH'S MOST LONELY SPOTS Islands Where Communication With the Great World Is at Rare Inter vals Tristan da Cunha. Though scientific progress has madt it possible to do a doublo Journey bo twean England and America In a fort night, thero remain many Islands with which it takes years to communicate. Off tho Scottish coast aro the groups of Islands known ns tho He brides, Orkneys nnd Shetlands. Of theso tho most Isolated Islands Is St Kllda, some threo miles long and two miles broad. The Inhabitants lead lives of great loneliness, for it takes n month to get to the next Island, and tho sea v of ton makos any com munication with St. Kllda Impossible for months. The group of eight Phoenix Islands In tho Pacific has a total population of only 1G8, while another llttlo bit ot the British emplro Is Fanning Island. This is a landing place for tho PaciQo submarine cnblo, and usually there' aro about ono hundred people in the place. The loneliest of all parts of Dritlsh territory Is the Island of Tristan Da Cunha, In tho South Atlantic, which 1b also the smallest Inhabited Island in tho empire. It Is 1,800 miles from land, has a population of 74 Scottish Americans, and tho inhabitants get news of the outer world usually once every two years. Fly Screen. A teacher in tho third grade recently Introduced tho word "veil" to the at tention of her pupils. "What does veil mean?" she asked. There was no response. "Ladles wear them," sho explained. Then a small boy spoke up. "Please teacher," ho said, "It is a black cloth which doBo ladles wear ov er der faces when do flies Is biting." xThe Usual Process. "They ore going to put your reso lution on tho tablo." "I'm not surprised. I expected It to ,bo dished." Summer Days Call for a dainty, wholesome food such as Post Toasties ' with cream. There'sKtllc work, and much satisfaction in every Eackage of these critp its of perfectly cooked and toasted Indian Com. t Appetizing flavour, substantial nourishment and convenience ot serv ing are all found in Post Toasties. Sold by Grocers W$rfK ww roO v mm I-.. -.7 y, ! -- A :.. M t-iij-N .,;, wHbMMtMMf4affAai mtm.Kkimmfi,4imJ1M.