The Columbus journal. (Columbus, Neb.) 1874-1911, September 07, 1910, Image 3

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SYNOPSIS.
7.awrp.ire Blakoloy. lawyer. - to
BnScVVd3tion f
-IoJmi GHmnre. millionaire. In the latter"
l.;e lt ts attracted lv the picture of ji
tfirt whom Gflmore explains Is his j;ntiiI
tajjRtiter. Alison West. Ho says her fa
H:r is a rascal and a friend of the fors-
r. A lady requests Ulak-ley to buy Jut
h Pullman ticket. He iiives lier lower
"Ievca and retains lower ten. llf !inl a
man in a drunken stupor in lowvr ten
-intl goes to bed in lower nine. H awa
kens In lower seven and finds that his
I'HZ and clothes are missing. Tlw man
in lnw-r ten is founil munWitl. His
nainc. it develops, is Simon Harrington.
Tlie man who disappeared with lUake
lys tMothes is su.-p?cted. HIakeley !
trnoK interested in h irl in blue. Cir
cumstantial evidence places ISlakeley un-d-r
yupplcinn of minder. The train i
wr-rked. lllak-ley is rescued from the
b'lruitiK ar by tlie sirl in blue. His aim
is iiroKen.
CHAPTER VIII Continued.
Jlor voice and my arm were brinp
in me to my senses. "I hear." 1 said.
"I I'll sit up in a second. Are you
hurt?"
"No, only bruised. Do you iuk
you can walk?"
I drew up one foot after another,
gingerly.
"They seem to move all right." I
remarked dubiously. "Would you mind
telling me 'where the back of my head
has gone? I can't help thinking it
in't there."
She made a quick examination. "It's
pretty badly bumped." siie said. "You
must have fallen on it."
I had got up on my uninjured elbow
by that time, but the pain threw me
back. "Don't look at the wreck." I
ntrcated her. "It's no sight for a
woman. If if then1 is any way to tie
up this arm. I might be able to do'
something. There may be people un
der those cars!"
"Then It is too late to help." she re
plied solemnly. A little shower of
feathers, each carrying its fiery lamp,
blew over us from some burning pil
low. A part of the wreck collapsed
with a crash. In a resolute endeavor
to play a man's part in the tragedy
jiving on all around. I got to my knees.
The,n I realized what I had not no
ticed before: The hand and wrist of
the broken left arm were jammed
through the handle of the sealskin
nrip. I gasped and sat down sud
denly. "You must not do that," the girl
Insisted. I noticed now that she kept
1it back to the wreck, her eyes avert
ed "The weight of the traveling bag
imu-.t be agony. Let me support the
valise until we can get it cut off."
"Will it have to be cut off?" I
aked as calmly as possible. There
wr red-hot stabs of agony clear to
my neck, but we were moving slowly
away from the track.
'Yes," she replied, with diitnfound-
mg coolness. "If I had a knife I
onlft do it myself. You might sit
here and lean against this fence."
; ly that time my returning faculties
had realized that she was going to cut
I n" the satchel, not the arm. The diz-
j 7.incs8 was leaving and I was gradual
ly becoming myself.
" you pull, it might come." I sug
gested. "And with that weight gone,
! think 1 will cease to be five feet
eleven inches of baby."
I She tried gently to loosen the han-
die, but it would not move, and at last.
Uh great drops of cold perspiration
over me, I had to give up.
I "I'm afraid I can't stand it." I said.
f '"Hut there's a knife somewhere around
J thepe clothes, and if I can find it. per
haps yu can cut the leather."
t As i gave her the knife she turned
t i: oer. examining it with a peculiar
expression, bewilderment rather than
surprise. Hut she said nothing. She
so: to work deftly, and in a few min-
utes the bag dropped free.
, "That's better." I declared, sitting
.... Vr. if T-nit rnn Tiin till" llvo
' o my coat, it will support the arm i
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(i we can get away from here.
( "The pin might give." she objected.
"and the jerk would be terrible." She
; looked around, puzzled: then she got
j up. coming back in a minute with a
draggled, partly scorched sheet. This
' she tore into a large square, and after
. fc had folded it, she slipped it under
the broken arm and tied it securely
j ai the back of my neck.
fc The rcHef was immediate, and. pick-
ing up the sealskin bag. I walked slow
.' ly besWe her, away from the track.
The first act was over; the curtain
fallen. The scene was "struck."
CHAPTER IX.
The Halcyon Breakfast.
We were still dazed, I think, for we
wandered like two troubled children,
ur one idea at first to get as far
away as we could from the horror be
hind us. We were both bare headed,
arhny, pallid through the grit. Now
and then we met Utile groups of cbun
try folk hurrying to the track; they
j-Uired at us curiously, and some
wished to question us. But we hur
ried past them: we had put the wreck
behind us. That way lay madness.
Only once the girl turned and look
ed behind her. The wreck was hid
den, but the smoke cloud hung heavy
and dense. For the first time I re
membered that my companion had not
liepn alone on the train.
"it is quiet here," I suggested. "If
you Avill sit down on the bank I will
Zi iack and make some inquiries.
I've been criminally .thoughtless. Your
it lveling companion "
She interrupted me. and something
of fcer splendid poise was gone,
"iease don't go back," she said. "I
am afraid it would be of no use. And
I don't -want to be left alone."
Heaven knows I did not want her to
be aione. I was more than content to
rrauc along beside her aimlessly, for
any length of time. Gradually, as she
lost the exaltation of tlie moment, I
ias gaining my normal condition of
mind. I was beginning to realize that
I had lacked the morning grace of a
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share, that I looked like some lost
hope of yesterday, and that my left
shoe pinched outrageously. A man
ot rise triumphant above such
handicaps. The girl, for all her disor
dered hair and the crumpled linen of
her waist, in spite of her missing hat
and the small gold bag that hung for
lornly from a broken chain, looked ex
ceedingly lovely.
"Then I won't leave you alone." I
said manfully, and we stumbled on to
gether. Thus far we had seen no
body from the wreck, but well up the
lane we came across the tall dark
woman who had occupied lower 11.
She was half crouching beside the
road, her black hair about her shoul
ders, and an ugly bruise over her eye.
She did not seem to know us, and re
fused to accompany us. We left her
there at last, babbling incoherently
and rolling in her hands a dozen peb
bles she had gathered in the road.
The girl shuddered as we went on.
Once she turned and glanced at my
bandage. "Does it hurt very much?"
she asked.
"It's growing rather numb. Hut it
might be worse." I answered menda
ciously. If anything in this world
could be worse. I had never experi
enced it.
And so we trudged on nareheaded
under the summer sun, growing
parched and dusty and weary, dogged
ly leaving behind us the pillar of
siuoke. I thought I knew of a trolley
line somewhere in the direction we
wre going, or perhaps we could find
a horse and trap to take us into I'.al
timore. The girl smiled when I sug
gested it.
"We will create a sensation, won't
we?" she asked. "Isn't it queer or
perhaps it's my state of mind but I
keep wishing for a pair of gloves,
when I haven't even a hat!"
When we readied the main road we
sat down for a moment, and her hair.
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'Then It's Too Late to Help," She Replied, Solemnly.
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which had been coming loose for some
time, fell over her shoulders in little
waves that were most alluring. It
seemed a pity to twist it up again,
but when 1 suggested this, cautiously,
she said it was troublesome and got
in her eyes when it was loose. So she
gathered it up, while I held a row of
little shell combs and pins, and when
it was done it was vastly becoming,
too. Funny about hair: A man never
knows he has it until he begins to
lose it. but it's different with a girl.
Something of the unconventioual situ
ation began to dawn on her as she put
in the last hair pin and patted some
stray locks to place.
"I have not told you my name,"
she said abruptly. "I forgot that be
cause I know who you are. you know
nothing about me. I am Alison West,
and my home is in Richmond."
So that was it! This was the girl
of the photograph on John Gilmore's
bedside table. The girl McKnight ex
pected to see in Richmond the next
day. Sunday! She was on her way
back to meet him! Well, what differ
ence did it make, anyhow? We had
been thrown together by the merest
chance. In an hour or two at the
most we would be back in civilization
and she would recall me, if she re
membered me at all. as an unshaven
creature in a red cravat and tan shoes,
with a soiled Pullman sheet tied
around my neck. I drew a deep
breath.
"Just a twinge." I said, when she
glanced up quickly. "It's very good
of you to let me know. Miss West. I
have been hearing delightful things
about you for three months."
"From Richey McKnight?" She was
frankly curious.
"Yes. From Richey McKnight." I
assented. Was it any wonder Mc
Knight was crazy about her? 1 dug
my heels into the dust
"I have been visiting near Cresson.
in the mountains," Miss West was say
ing. "The person you mentioned. Mrs.
Curtis, was my hostess. We we
were on our way to Washington to
gether." She spoke slowly, as if she
wished to give the minimum of expla
nation. Across her face had come
again the baffling expression of per
plexity and trouble 1 had seen before.
"You were on your way home, I sup
pose? Richey spoke about seeing
you." I floundered, finding it necessary
to say something. She looked at me
with level, direct eyes.
"Xo." she returned quietly. "I did
not intend to go home. 1 well, it
doesn't matter; I am going home
new."
A woman in a calico dress, with
two children, each an exact duplicate
of the other, had come quickly down
the road. She took in the situation at
a glance, and was explosively hospit
able. "You poor things," she said. "If
you'll take the first road to the left
over there, nnd turn in at the second
pigsty, you will find breakfast on the
table and a coffee pot on the stove.
And there's plenty of soap and water,
too. Don't say one word. There isn't
a soul there to see you."
We accepted the invitation and she
hurried on toward the excitement and
the railroad. I got up carefully and
helped Miss WestJLo her feet.
"At the second pigsty to the left," I
repeated, "we will find the breakfast
I promised you seven eternities ago.
Forward to the pigsty!"
We said very little for the remaind
er of that walk. I had almost reached
the limit of endurance; with every
step the broken ends of the bone
grated together. We found the farm
house without difficulty, and I remem
ber wondering if I could bold out to
the- end of the old stone walk that led
between hedges to the door.
"Allah be praised," I said with all
the voice I could muster. "Behold the
coffee pot!" And then I put down the
cup and folded up like a jack-knife on
the porch floor.
When I came around something hot
was trickling down my neck, and a
despairing voice was saying, "Oh, I
don't seem to be able to pour it into
your mouth. Please open your eyes."
"Hut I don't want it in my eyes," I
replied dreamily. "I haven't any Idea
what came over me. It was the shoes,
I think: the left one is a red-hot tor
ture." I was sitting by that time and
looking across into her face.
Never before or since have I faint
ed, but I would do it joyfully, a dozen
times a day, if I could waken again
to the blissful touch of soft fingers on
my face, the hot ecstasy of coffee
spilled by those fingers down my neck.
There was a thrill in every tone of
her voice that morning. Before long
my loyalty to McKnight would step
between me and the girl he loved;
life would develop new complexities.
In thqse early hours after the wreck,
full of pain as they were, there was
nothing of the suspicion and distrust
that came later. Shorn of our gauds and
baubles, we were primitive man and
woman, together; our world for the
hour was the deserted farmhouse, the
sloie of wheatfield that led to the
road, the woodland lot, the pasture.
We breakfasted together across the
homely table. Our cheerfulness, at
first sheer reaction, became less forced
as we ate great slices of bread from
the granny oven back of the house,
and drank hot fluid that smelled like
coffee and tasted like nothing that I
have ever swallowed. We found cream
in stone jars, sunk deep in the chill
water of the springhouse. And there
were eggs, great yellow-brown ones
a basket of them.
It Went Too Fast.
Mrs. Wabaycke (whose husband has
just returned from his first visit to the
city) Did yer go inter Kashner's de
partment store. Abner?
Abner Yes. Susan. I went inter the
store, but I didn't buy nothin'.
Mrs. Wabaycke warn't ther' no
barguns?
Abner Wall, I didn't see none. I
seen one man buyin' a pair of socks,
an he give the gal behin' the counter
a $10 bill fer 'em.
Mrs. Wabaycke Fer the lan's sake,
Abner! A $10 bill'
Abner -Yas; an.' the gal put the bill
inter a litul roun' box, an' pulled a
string, an' the next thing I seen war
thet box an' the $10 bill in et whiz
zin through the store like 'Towser
chasin a rabbit. Then I says to my
So, like two children awakened from
a nightmare, we chatted over our food;
we hunted mutual friends, we laughed
together at my feeble witticisms, but
we put the horror behind us resolute
ly. After all. It was the hat with
the green ribbons that brought back
the strangeness of the situation.
All along I had bad the impression
that Alison West was deliberately put
ting out of her mind something that
obtruded now and then. It brought
with it a return of the puzzled expres
sion that I had surprised early in the
day, before the wreck. I caught it
once, when, breakfast over, she was
tightening the sling that held the
broken arm. I had prolonged the
morning meal as much as I could, but
when the wooden clock with the pink
roses on the dial pointed to half after
ten, and the mother with the duplicate
youngsters had not come back. Miss
West made the move I had dreaded.
"If we are to get into Baltimore at
"
"No, I Did Not Intend to Go Home."
all we must start." she said, rising.
"You ought to sec a doctor as soon as
possible."
"Hush." I said warningly. "Don't
mention the arm, please; it is asleep
now. You may rouse it."
"If I only had a hat," she reflected.
"It wouldn't need to be much of one.
but" She gave a little cry and
darted to the corner. "Look." she
said triumphantly, "the very thing.
With the green streamers tied up in
a bow. like this do you suppose the
child would mind? I can put $5 or
so here that would buy a dozen of
them."
It was a queer affair of straw, that
hat, with a round crown and a rim
that flopped dismally. With a single
movement she bad turned it up at ons
side and fitted it to her head. Gro
tesque by itself, when she wore it it
was a thing of joy.
Evidently the lack of head covering
had troubled her. for she was elated
at her find. She left me. scrawling a
note of thanks and pinning it with a
bill to the table-cloth, and ran up
stairs to the mirror and the promised
soap and water.
I did not see her when she cams
down. I bad discovered a bench witb
a tin basin outside the kitchen door,
and was washing, in a helpless, one
sided way. I felt rather than saw that
she was standing in the doorway, and
I made a final plunge into the basin.
"How is it possible' for a man with
only a right hand to wash his left
ear?" I asked from the roller towel. I
was distinctly uncomfortable: Menars
more rigidly creatures of conven
tion than women, whether they admit
it or not. "There is so much soap on
me still that if I laugh I will blow
bubbles. Washing with rain water
and home-made soap is like motoring
on a slippery road. I only struck the
high places."
Then, having achieved a brilliant
polish with the towel. I looked at the
girl.
She was leaning against the frame
of the door, her face perfectly color
less, her breath coming in slow, dif
ficult respirations. The erratic hat
was pinned to place, but it had slid
rakishly to one side. When I real
ized that she was staring, not at me,
but past me to the road along which
we bad come, I turned and followed
her gaze. There was no one in sight;
the lane stretched dust white in the
sun no moving figure on it, no sign
cf life.
(TO DE COXTIXl.KO.)
Cold and Aloof.
"Lord Curzon. during the visit that
ended in his marriage to Miss Letter
proved very interesting In bis cold,
proud way."
The speaker, a Chicagoan. smiled
and resumed:
"Cold and proud as young George
Curzon was. he regarded the house of
lords as colder and prouder. He told
me once that when he asked bis fa
ther if bis first speech in the house
of lords bad been difficult the old gen
tleman replied:
"'Difficult! It was like addressing
sheeted tombstones by torchlight! "
A Mother's Anxiety.
Willie 3ua. can't l go out on the
street lor a little while? Tommy
Jones says there's a comet to ba
seen.
Mother Well, yes;, but don't yo
go too near. Boston Transcript.
self. "Abner Wabaycke. you'd be a
plr.uib, big fool to buy enything in a
store whar money goes as fas' as
theL" An then I gits out." The
Housekeeper.
The Child Problem.
The problem of the child is the
problem of the race. If we would look
forward to a mighty nation in the fu
ture, a nation to conserve the heritage
of the past and prove worthy cf the
proud traditions of its history, we
must emancipate the children, free
them from slavery, from ignorance,
from neglect, take them out of the
shadows of disease and the clutch of
death and place them on the surlit
path of health, along which they can
joyfully march to the goal of useful
ness and victory.
If
Hints For
A September Luncheon.
This Is such a glorious month! One
feels that It is just good to be alive,
and to be permitted to help others
plan for happy times Is certainly a
delight and privilege much appre
ciated by the editor of this depart
ment. I am asked to give again this
lovely luncheon and put it in early so
that all those who may en-rtain soon ;
may have it. I quote entire:
"A hostess who returned from a
summer abroad gave this pretty af
fair, the place cards bearing this ap
propriate verse:
Oh. 8wct September, thy first breezes
brinjr
The dry learn rustle and the squirrel's
laughter.
The cool fresh air whence health and
vigor spring. .
And promise of exceeding Joy hereafter.
"The cards were decorated with a
tracery in gold, studded with blue
dots, supposed to be sapphires, the
birth stone for this month. The ta
ble was bare, with a wonderful set of
blue doilies and centerpiece done by
the Russian peasant women. Black
eyed Susans, now in their prime, were
the only flowers in evidence and they
fairly made the rooms blaze with gor
geous colorings 'concentrated sun
Iblne.' rome one has aptly called
then.
"The piece de resistance was what
the hostess called scrapple and was so
delicious she had to give the recipe,
which follows: One pound of round
steak, one pound of fresh pork, put
through the chopper, boiled until done
and enough water left to take up corn
meal to the mush consistency. Mold
In a pan over night. Slice thin, dip
in cornmeal and fry in hot lard or
bacon grease The platter was gar
nished with parsley and deviled eggs.
"Then there were escalloped toma
toes and green peppers in ramakin.
and individual peach shortcake was
the dessert.
A novel feature was that four guests
out of the eight were born in Septem
ber." Shakespeare Party.
A club devoted to Shakespeare as
well as cards Issued the following In
vitation which was responded to with
alacrity by all the members.
To Mr. and Mrs. Richard Smith
Greeting:
"Lend thy serious bearing to what I
shall unfold." Hamlet.
"Sir (and lady), s-ou are very welcome to
our house
It must appear In other ways than words.
Therefore. I scant this breathing cour
tesy." Merchant of Venice.
"Say. what abridgement
Have you for this evening."
Midsummer Night's Dream.
"Whist will be tho pastime passing ex
cellent." Taming of the Shrew.
"If your love do not persuade you to
come
Let not my letter."
Merchant of Venice.
Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Brown.
April twenty-nrst. at eight o'clock.
The prizes were all suggestive of
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Two Simple Blouses
THE first is a sailor blouse, cut in
the Magyar style. It is in navy
blue delaine, with white spots,
and has cuffs and collar of 6triped
silk. The singlet is of plain white
silk, bound with navy blue, and a de
vice embroidered in silk. A blue
Bailor's knot is tied below collar in
front. Materials required: 1 yard 46
Inches wide. yard striped silk.
The second would look well in al-
SACHET OF SWEET CLOVER
Easily Gathered, and Equal in At
tractive Scent to Any Flower
That Is Grown.
With the fields full of flowers that
give most delicate scents when prop
erly dried, there is no reason why
every woman should not have sachets
to use in chests of drawers, etc.. to
give a delicate perfume to clothing.
In gathering clover enormous quan
tities should be picked, because it
shrinks when dried, and it is Impossi
ble to have too much when the supply
to draw from Is endless.
There is no difficulty for a novice in
growing things to distinguish sweet
clover, for it grows tall and rank,
with thick stems, on which are small
leaves.
At the top are the flowers, very tiny
white blossoms grouped together In a
ong spike.
The leaves as well as the flowers
ire sweet when dried, but the thick
tems should be rejected. The best
J vay to gather it is to cut down great
Hostess
TIMELY SUGGESTIONS
for Those Planning Seasonable
Entertainments
the Immortal bard consisting of a
framed sepia print of Sbakspeare, a
stein with a picture of Falstaff and
cup of sack; framed photographs of
Stradford-on-Avon scenes, and a
charming print of Romeo and Juliet.
The hostess called the roll and each
member responded by giving a Sbaks
peare quotation.
A Motley Musical Party.
A young hostess gave this very orig
inal party, which was sach a success
that it has been the talk of the towa
ever since. She invited her guests to
come, each bringing a musical instru
ment and dressed In a costume to
match. She wore a Grecian costume
of pure white, with1 her hair In Psyche
knot with gold bands and she carried
a zither. The other young girl in the
family dressed as a darkey with the
gayest kind of a costume; she was
accompanied by her best boy, who
was a giddy young colored swain, sad
they carried a banjo and guitar. Then
there was an Italian beggar girl with
accordeon. a Spanish gypsy with her
tambourine, a Scotch lad and lassie
with bagpipes, a dear little Dutch
couple fh real wooden shoes witb
flutes, and three chums went as Ital
ian street players witb harp. Tiollns,
etc. The best of all was when a man
with a hand organ and monkey ap
peared. One of the men had hired him
for the occasion. Of course be only
stayed a few moments, but went away
with the monkey's pockets filled with
coppers and a good lunch in a basket.
The ices were served In shape of mu
sical Instruments and the favors were
all candy boxes in the same shape,
filled with delicious small bon-bons.
The hostess awarded prizes for the
different costumes, which were Judged
by older members of the family who
surveyed the guests as they passed la
a line before them. The father of
the house remarked that he bad nev
er enjoyed a musical medley more.
MADAME MERRI.
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Beaded belts and bags are to be
worn. ,
Satins are predicted as the favorite
fall fabric
Chains are superseding leatbei
straps for handbag bandies.
Young girls are wearing great amsv
bers of frills and Jabots.
Many foulard and pongee suits an
made in Russian blouse style.
Paris decfares that transparent
sleeves are to be a ruling feature.
Lingerie and tailored waists of waits
seem about equally In favor.
Tailor made suits of silk and satis
are the fad of the hour In Paris.
Embroidered nets are fashionable,
and colored net waists have beea seel
for some time.
most any blouse smateriaL It ass tat
sleeves cut in witb sides of blouse;
the Join is bidden under the wide tuck
that is taken from shoulder to waist
both back and front A wide box-pleat
is made dowa center of front, and is
edged with buttons. Three tucks are
made on each sleeve, which are finish
ed with frills to match that at neck.
Materials required: 1 yard 44
inches wide. 1 dozen buttons.
stalks, using for the purpose a shari
knife rather than a pair of scissors.
Care should be taken not to uproot
the plant, for there is no need of ex
terminating it.
There is never any difficulty in to
eating a clover camp, for the grast
grows always close together in great
profusion, and it is to be found all
over the country.
Curtain Shrinkage.
In making curtains of Swiss or an
other material that will shrink, buv
a half yard more than the desired
length. When making the heading tc
put the rod through turn tho extra
length over on the front of the cur
tain, hem with a narrow hem. Whet
gathered on the rod It makes a val
ence ruffle which Is attractive. Whea
the curtains are washed let out the
heading, and if there is any shrinkagt
the extra length may be used tt
lengthen the curtain.
New gulmpes are of the slmplesi
order, sheer, untrimmed, unobtrusive
and shallow.
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will strengthen the di
gestive organs and assist
them back to their normal
condition. This calls for the
Bitters first of all. Try it
STUNG BY BASE INGRATITUDE
Bowery Denizen Seemlnfty Had MgMi
U Ba Indignant at Old Friend
Attitude.
"Ton remember dat gay. Jlsi
Barker asked an irate Bowery ol:
sen. "He's dat stiff dat'a dobs' tlsMi
up der river Slsg 8isg boigiary
tea years. Well, yon knew all I dono
fer dat stiff. When ba was slacksi
didn't I put up der cola for der law
yen? Didn't I pay der witnesses
Sura I did. De oier day I tTnks m
Just go an' see dat matt Just t leara,
aim know his Men's alat tied da
can on 1m. So I drives oat to sf Jafl
and goes into d wardea'a oflee and few
says I cottar send ase card fa. M
card! D'ye get dat? WeU, anyway.
I writes my nam oa a piece ' paper
an' a guy takes it lato Jim Barke. aa
what d' yon flak dat stiff tells dat
guy to tell mef
"I've no idea." said the listener.
-He tells him." concluded the angry
one, "f tell me dat be alat sal"
From Success Msgasiae.
The Stylish Fisherman.
One of the guests at a fssaieaaMa
summer resort la Watt Virginia gat
himself ap Iff his beat -asking
and started along a certaia
stream,
Meatlne a native, ba asked:
myroodmaa! Kindly ten me wl
it would ba worth my waila t try
flihjng la this Ylclslty."
The aatlre regarded aim aeerafaQy.
-The flshln ain't good." be SaaOy
said, -but I ain't Informed aa to beta
you yaluea your time." ynpmcott'a..
The discovery that ha
la a salted mine la apt ta
peppery.
There Are
Reasons
Why so many pcopts
have ready-at-hand a
package of
Post
Toasties
The DISTINCTIVE
FLAVOUR delights
the palate
The qtifctr, easy serving
right from the packae--requiring
only the addition
of cream or good milk is
an important consideration
when breakfast must be
ready "on time."
The sweet, crisp food is
universally liked by child
ren, and is a great help to
Mothers who must give to
the youngsters SfWstthing
wholesome that they relish.
The economical feature
appeals to everyone par
ticularly those who wish
to keep Jiving expenses
within a limit.
Post Toasties are espe
cially pleasing served with
fresh sliced peaches
'
The Memory Lingers"
Postnm Cereal Co., Ltd,
Battle Creek, Xlea.