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\ ? HpTiNG ON THE GOBTER MBW' By JOHN PHILIP ORTH. 191 <. by the McClure Newspa HMBB per Syndicate.) j^H^Hss Madge Seafortli was playin HHBpiano in the parlor of her father' Hu^Eorwhen all at once there came i BE|Hle. If one is playing "The 01 H^^ps at Home" and absently war .off into the air of "Yanke j^^Klie," there's going to be a jangh H^B then you suddenly remembe HB you borrowed Bessie Walter' Bj^Hun-book a day or two ago, an promised her that if th HHfeing of it caused you to dream yo jHBld faithfully relate that dream t lender of the book without unne( RQHftiry delay.,H^B^ell, Miss Madge had read the boo! cover to cover. Mucn 01 us cor B^Bts had made her gasp and shivei HHb had dreamed of being chased b HflHkes, wolves, brigands and runawa; HHjHBtitlves. B^HPhey had run her through swamp! fl^Hakots and meadows; they had ru H up hill and down; they ran he mKough streets and alleys. BnHkt last, after the chase had cor H^Hued for miles and the poor gii MSBd Just jumped a fence nine fee without her French heels toucl H( a splinter, she caught the lowe RlflBab of a tree and clambered up t Hte^f>s_She went to the telephone t BBHate the dream In full. Miss Madg 9Ktled herself for a cozy chat whe: MR. answer came back from the cei IK}, office: HMS Can't do it; the lines are crossed. HMK'What's the matter with the.line? 3^B**It'8 never in order!" B^H"And i wanted to talk to Wal BB"Vnn man with fho hlr hull ToiCJ I Madge found herself Interest ere was one firm, clear voic nlnated the rest, though it wa ie shuffle now and then. Th ght these words: jast ten thousand. About tw The corner of Willow an treets. Don't strike to kiL tun. Yes, two of them. The: and down the back wa} was the meaning of thos Here was something differen dream. It was a mystery. " g to be there and see it," sh \ ;/ r, 15 that afternoon an auto wit adge Sea forth seated in th vtas at the corner of Willoi rk streets. Three men wer against a wall. down Stark street came tw >ne of the men carried bag. ment more and things begai >en. The three loungers i. the two men with the bat xrere shouts and blows an . The chauffeur leaped to th id ran away. Miss Madg the door .of the vehicle an reaming. She hardly realize pne of the men threw the ba eet It frqm^ha thugs if you can! hep^he girl found herself 'a ii and speeding away. Straigb mile away, and the bag wa Into the house, it was the s Madge had a fit of hysterif rening papers had a sensatloi Miss Madge read the scan e was as white as a sheet, boldest holdup for years!" ied by a handsome girl!" waits in an auto and drive the $8,000 that was to pa Is in a factory!" robbers arrested, but the lk!" victimB seriously injured i ft their plucky fight!" m: "Who Is the handsome queen of th I robber gang?',' I No polled and no reporters unt t&r- Seaforth arrived home and tel< Mfoboned them. A few explanations an HStll was made clear. Nine detectives and 21 reportei jBcalled at the Seaforth residence for h Kterviews. The factory men caller ^ Strangers in the city called and sai Hit was a oaiiy tning to ao. seventee Blfhotographers wanted sittings, an B felt ill-used when they did not secui them. - Among the last callers was Stephe Adair, one of the robbers' victims. E it was who threw the bag into tt auto and shouted to the girl to dri\ off, and he had been made a hero o t He still wore a plaster or two ov< r - his hurts, but it is always proper fc h a hero to want to call on a heroine. ^ And there was opportunity for k jpiration to grow into love, and t grew. f Water Coored Without Ice. | ' In semi-arid regions natives suppl v themselves with cool water throug m the use of porous earthen urns whic are placed whfcre they can be expose R_to the action of the breezes; at tfc f. same time the urns are protected fro: the sun's rays, being placed in a loca 1 tty where there is shade. The moi ture In the urn penetrating throng the jar to the surface accnmulat( on the outside and Is evaporated ra; r idly by the action of the hot wind and the water within cooled. Tt same principle may be utilized by ha lng concrete tanks or receptacles fc water where Ice cannot convenient! ^ N be procured. Ordinary concrete ^$0?ous and because of this serves 1 MBbi oomo I>sna/>(tv an If It vera surf] ^K^snware, Such a container is we : suited for use in harvest fields and o * golf courses. He Would Be Better Liked. It seems a shame that a book ages can't sit down and read his favorit works instead of putting in his dm selling them. When a Book Is Valuable. No book is worth anything whic "is not worth much, nor is it service able until It has been read and rereat and loved, and loved again, an ^bo that you can refer to th I WHO WAS THE GOAT? I By DOROTHY BLACKMORE. I "If you put it in water on your desk' it will keep fresh for days," said Dor? ine Fable as she pinned a marigold a on the coat lapel of young Doctor ^ Hanscom. "I'll do it and you'll^ see me wear' it home every night while' it lives," < replied the doctor. "And for good behavior perhaps you'll do me the honor of pinning on another?" d Dorine nodded. Her dimples played about her mouth when she smiled and ' the sight of them had become a very a Interesting part of Doctor Hanscom'a J ** a T nlrafnn hnta] summer tsujuum at uic uam-iuu uvw? ' He was a young veterinary surgeon and his office and visiting hours were: not long, so that he had had the advanl" tage over many of the summer men at r" the hotel by getting home early. And y it seemed almost as If Dorine waited y for him on the tennis court or on the veranda. *' Several times on the suburban train Q that took him to the city he thought1 r of the girl's face as she had reached up to put the little flower on his coat, j That evening while he was at dinner Dorine came into the dining room !t with her mother, and they both wore l" automobile costumes. r Dorine gave him her usual bright' 0 smile and nod, and then her eyes fell 0 on his coat lapel, which was guiltless e of adornment. A slight flush burned Q her cheeks and after that she gave l" him only cursory glances, and when he asked her to walk with him as he' passed her in the corridor she de cunea aimosi xngiaiy. For three days he did not have conversation with her. He saw her across the dining room with her father, mother and brother, and he received each time a cool little nod from Dorine. .It was Saturday night e at the weekly dance that he deter3 mined to talk with her. 1 e He waited for her at the big double door leading into the ballroom.' 0 He had fully decided to force her to d listen to him. As she came downstairs, lovely in a white dancing dress, Q he metxher face to face. r- "This has been our dance all summer, Dorine. Have it with me now." e He put his arm about her and they t stepped off together in the hesitation 1 waltz they had learned to dance so e well as partners. When the dance was over he led h her out through the French windows e that opened onto a secluded veranda, v "Sit down," Joe said, drawing up a e chair. Himself, he sat on the railing facing her. o "Now," he began, "what is the mata ter? Why have you deliberately avoided me for days?" He paused. q "I know?It was because yom thought y T w?? AAKAloaa oKmif vniii* flnmoi'? I" a nao ^cu cicoo auuuv J v/u* uvtr?? that I had forgotten it." d "You were?you did," said Dorine e with asperity. "And I know very well e why it was?" ' , d "Dorine?" began" Joe, but she in* d terrupted him. I g "Wait?let me tell you! Let me e|}ow you that I realize all about it " before you tell me your excuse." She it laid emphasis on the last word, it "George?my brother?told me when s he saw me pinning it on you that you 11 would never be seen wearing a yeli. low flower?that it was the emblem i, of the suffragist! So yofc let some 3. one ridicule you out of it. I did not pin it on y^u because of my views on this woman question?though they are very strongly in favor -of it?but ,s I because I was beginning to?well, ta^ y ' like you, and I .always give father and George a buttonhole bouquet when y they leave in the morning. i I?I was very .foolish to do it," she said. | n "Dorine Fable, listen to me," the young man said, earnestly. "This e sounds so funny I can hardly tell you, | though I assure you it 1. Isn't funny 11 to me. The morning you gave me s. I that flower I was called out to the <j! estate of Mr. Phillips to see what was the matter with the foot of a very s fine goat. While I was looking at its j. foot the animal chewed my flower oil a and the stable man who was with usl d roared with laughter. If you doubt n this, I will show you the withered j l(j stem still pinned to the under side ol .e my coat lapel. I had not put it in wa> ter on my desk, but was still wearing n it. Now, do you see how badly you [e have treated me? Do you, Dorine?" ie "And?and it wasn't because it w'aa ,e yellow, then?" she asked. I "Search me! Maybe the goat was }r an antisuffragist, but I'm not respon )r si Die ror nis views, seriously, Dorine, aren't you sorry?" jj. Dorine nodded. And then Doctor Hanscom whispered three little words In Dorlne'a ear. Found Wormt fop Her to Eat. y African jungle people are not very h particular concerning their food, says h the Christian Herald. One of our misd slonary ladies was down with an at10 tack of fever some time ago. This m was a source of sorrow to the poor, 1* unlearned, yet sympathetic natives, 8* who in their own way are really comk passionate and want to help. One 38 of these "bush mammies" tried to exP" press her sorrow because the "white s> mammy missionary" was so ill. After 16 a time she left the station with a brieht idea in her head and started >r for the jungle. A little later she re[y turned with a large tropical leaf from Is one of the trees. Upon it were sevn eral big crawling green worms, which k- she had caught and brought to the M sick missionary. She thought they 'n would be nice and tender for her to eat during her illnesB. IJ ll.A f OOUIU I1UI LdOU Lt Dolly?"At last I have met my Ideal! e kind-hearted, modest, patient, self-dee nylng! But alas married!" Daray? "Don't worry! No woman will live long with such a freak! You'll get a chance at him."?Boston Globe. b Danger From Lead Paints. J- The danger from the use of lead 1. paints comes from paint dust In the d air and from paint smeared on the 8 hands which may be carried into the =??==================== EXTRAVAGANT OFFSPRING \ By GRACE LEACH. "Da you know what I wish to do today?" said the nice looking elderly woman. "I should like to indulge in some perfectly reckless extravagance, Just to get even with my son." "Your son!" said the other woman. "You surely don't mean to insinuate that your son doesn't like to spend money! I've always thought Benson Thorndike one of the most generous men I ever knew." "He is. Why, my dear, that boy simply loves to spend money. And the worst of it is, he wants me to be extravagant, too, and somehow I just can't. "Yes, I'll tell you about it," she went on. "You see, Maisie Greene, the daughter of some very old friends-of mine In Toledo, was married last spring, and Ben wished me to send her something elegant for a wedding presuoil onrfa r\f Viand* CUl. lie OU56CDIOU UU ?v? I.U V*. some silver and cut glass, and I took a whole day to look for something suitable,. but everything that he had spoken of cost so frightfully that they seemed wickedly extravagant and I finally decided on a pretty pair of vases that were in good taste even if not awfully expensive. "When I told Ben what I had bought he said 'Umph,' but after Maisie wrote the most enthusiastic thanks for what she called the 'exquisite and generous gifts,' I felt that I had made a wise choice. She urged me in her note to ' 'i "I Like the Design Very Much." visit her, as. she Ibnged, she said, to have me see her new home which I had helped to make beautiful. So, on my way back from my summer trip East, I stopped over for a day In Toledo. "Maisie and Mr. Gilmore, her husband, gave me such a heart-warming welcome that 1 was really touched. I was in a mood to admire everything about their modest little home, but when I saw the rich oriental rug as I entered I was astonished. '"What a perfectly beautiful rug this is!' I couldn't help exclaiming as MaiBie proudly took me into the living room, where there was a rug even handsomer than that in the hall. " 'Yes,' she said, 'it's one of our tvnnaiiMii . Wo didn't rcrelvn gicawcoi# u coouiqoi *v v u>uu ? auy presents we prize more.' "It's colors are extremely pleasing, and I like the design very much,' added Mr. Gilmore, 'arid, as Malsie told you, we consider 4t one of our choicest possessions.' " 'Well,' I remarked, 'I should think you would. I'm glad you haven't the little pottery vases In this room. They would be quite outshone bp this magnificence.' "'Oh,' Malsie hastened to say, 'we like the vases awfully well, too. They're in*the little study where they just fit. But you must see the othei rug. I don't believe you noticed It as we came In.' We all went back Into the hall. 'Isn't that a beauty?' she asked. 'I can hardly tell, dear Mrs. Thorndike, which one I like the better of the two.' "'Oh, the other is richer,' I said. Though they're both really wonderful antiques. I assure you, Mr. Gilmore, that I don't believe you young people realize how grand you are with such beautiful examples of oriental art. Whan I began housekeeping' I was thankful for ingrain carpets." " 1 hope,' he said, with a surprising gravity, 'that you don't think we show lack of gratitude or appreciation. Surely you received Maisie's letter thanking you.' "'Oh, for the vases? Yes, indeed. I'm awfully glad you liked them. But I was speaking of these marvelous rugs, for I really think it would be too bad for you not to fully realize what a little fortune is locked up in them. I 'don't suppose you?Ve had much experience yet in buying rugs but I have.' " 'Of course we knew you were a connoisseur,' he answered, with a strangely embarrassed expression, 'or you never would have made such a fine selection.' "'I make a selection? I don't understand,' I murmured. " 'Why, didn't you select them yourself, Mrs. Thoradike?' asked Maisie. "'I selected these rugs! Certainly not I never laid eyes upon them until now. I never even heard of them.' " 'finrolv vnn rrmnt have?why?they came with your card.' Maisie looked fairly dazed, but suddenly a great light burst in upon me. "Now, do you wonder that I want to get even with that boy of mine?"? Chicago Daily News. Somehow Doe?n't Seem Right. When we see a 90-pound man annexed to a 300-pound wife we can't help thinking that the eternal fitness of things got an awful jolt.?Exchange. Dally Thought. A man who lives right, and is right, has mors nower in his silence than another by his words. Character.is like bells which ring out sweet*, music, and which, when touched accidentally even, resound .with sweet music.?Phil ' '< ?YH&Ik.- - .- K ?i?'i , in 1.11 ?1? BARTON'S EXPERIMENT By FRANK FIL80N. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) I John Barton had fallen In love with , Lucy Dean lifter the first germs of j his deadly purpose ha<} sowed them- ( selves in his mind. Once there, they ! i had taken root and flourished, so that not even the new Interest in his life could prevent their development. i 1 The Idea possessed mm, NDuuy auu ' soul. Since boyhood the temptation had come to him at idle moments when he was vaguely dissatisfied with life. But he had always fought it down and conquered with sheer will power. He knew, however, that the law could never touch him. He knew that j he could carry out this design wH? impunity, holding the harrowing knowledge of it in his own soul until the day of discovery. Love comes unexpectedly enough, and Barton's soul was torn in twain after Lucy had promised to be his wife. Yet, fight as he might, he could not withstand the prompting of that ..Impulse within. He had given rein to It too long. He had a months vacation every summer. That would be ample time In whiqh to set his purpose, though his plan would not come to full fruition for two or three months longer However, it was only necessary to start, and, automatically, the train that he had fired would smolder until. | without intervention upon his part, the ripe fruits of Ills enterprise became manifest. , Barton had rented a little furnished cottage in a remote region of the Adirondacks, where hia only neighbors were a few woodmen. He made some miserable excuse to Lucy to cover his absence for so long a period, and disappeared from the haunts of his friends. And, the evening after his departure from the Grand Central station found him in the little cottage, alone, staring out moodily across the lake. > The clay-colored chemical which was so essential a feature of his design stood on the little bare table in the room which he had selected for his operations. He had the formula calculated to a 1 nicety. All that was necessary was < I time for the chemical combinations to i become permanent; and to produce their rich crop of results. The experiment had been performed many times since man emerged from barbarism, but less and less often ass he became [ enlightened, and of recent year* so seldom that its very infrequency was John Barton's greatest asuet of safety. It was on the fifth morning after his arrival that he received a letter from Lucy. "My dearest John," she wrote, '1 am becoming very uneasy about ycur going up to that out-of-the-way place in the Adirondocks, where you fire all by yourselt Mother wants you to come back at once and spend the rest of the month with U3 at Atlantic Beach. "lvam greatly concerned about you, dear, and unless you write me that you are coming on the next train, I shall begin to think you. do not love me." The sight of Lucy's delicate handwriting brought back to him with a rush all the memory of their love. How fond they had been of each other! How the knowledge that she loved him had temporarily driven the thought of hie purpose out of his mind. And how miserably he had striven to avoid that insistent temptation thai; came knocking at his heart! But the experiment was under way, and, more, it was succceding. TheTB was no doubt of that. Science was infallible, and her laws absolute. And he had used only a tenth part of the clay-colored chemical, with its faliff^ aromatic smell, so subtle an agent in his great task, and yet apparently so innocuous. John answered Lucy'u letter, excusing himself on the ground that he needed perfect rest, and remained in His cottage. Then the day of decision dawned. There was a letter from Lucy. Johd could hardly steady his fingers to tear it open. "My dear John," it b?5ganr "since receiving your last letter I have felt very much hurt at your refusal to spend your holiday with us. I hoped that you would write again, and I have waited every day to hear from you. I was too proud to answer you. "But now, dear John, I have come to the conclusion that you could not have treated me thus unless something serious were the matter. And so mother and I are coming up to 1 Cranberry Lake to see you. W-e shall start tomorrow, and the day after you receive this, we shall be at your statfnn T hnnR vmi will meet us there. I -John, and remove my suspense?and mother's." 1 And now the die was cast, and the man's struggle between love and the dreadful task to which he had set himself was renewed more acutely than ever. None can know what a mental struggle he endured during the rest of that day. For, if he destroyed the results of his experiment he knew that he could not nerve himself to begin anew. But the thought of Lucy conquered. As the gray dawn came stealing into his room, after a sleepless night, John emptied the day-colored fluid out of the window. Then, taking a razor from this bottom of his bag, desperately, wildly, he shaved off his mustache. Waiting on Transportation. Future of Honduras' large deposits of magnetic iron ore will be deter- , mined only when the transportation ! problem is solved. Primitive Time Keeping. Clocks are uncommon luxuries among the natives of West Africa, and events are dated by the everyday hai> peiiings. For example, a native writer wrote tha: ishe received the newB of her.flMer'i nickneaa "a little while txifois tee guinea fowls; talk;" La., aoout S ' " .^vr vvv ' ?" :V gCSt& ... ' GARDENS AND THE 6IRL By HARMONY WELLER. (Copyright, 1914, by th<? McClure Newspa- 1 per Syndicate.) The gardens in the little suburban village that nestled at the foot of the 1 Chiltern hills were beginning to show , the lack of care. The war had robbed those tiny cottages and left them Btripped of masculine hands. Wives and mothers and sisters who were left behind to grieve and toil had no time for gardening when there were children to care for and homes to keep tidy against the day when the soldiers would once again be welcomed back. However, there was one pair of masculine hands in the village that might not nre snots at tne enemy | because his physical - body had been found for too weak to stand the strenuous life of the battlefield. George Bassington grieved sorely that he was unfit to go with his fellow men to fight the great fight, but he realized there muBt be some way In which he could be of service to those left hebind. "I conld take care of those gardens," he pondered as he walked through Laurel lane and witnessed the condition of growing things. "Perhaps it will help the struggling women as much as the outdoor work will benefit my own body." At the end of tjwo weeks George Bassington had done wonders with i3ix small gardens. Flowers again raised joyful heads, vines clambered over gate posts and vegetables continued to add table necessities' to the six tablet). There was one house on Laurel lane that Bassington took infinite care over and that one was the home of James Holiday. Bassington realized that because of the Inmate he found himself lured there in spite of himself. H& supposed the, fair woman U1.I_ /,? hn. YY H.ill 11 tu IJU LUU rr HO Ul xxviiuaj uc cause she tended Holiday's two tiny children and seemed ever busy with household cares. So busy was she thut Basnington had never, during his short stay in the garden, had more than a word or two of conversation with her. "I can hardly ask her if she W Holiday's wife," laughed the temporary gardener to himself. - / , As weeks slipped' past Basslngton began to regain the health that had escaped him. The recruiting offices would lot turn him back again, he felt, and with that thought in view ho once again went into town In order to offer himself for active service. This time he was not sent away from his medical examination with drooping head. He had been accepted for active service and he was to join hUs old regiment and leave for the front -with them- ' ' ' It was' with Joyful heart that he approached the little cottages In Laurel lane and told each of his now excellent Friends of his success. It was gding to be a trifle difficult to tell Jim Holiday's wife, and as. he dropped the shining brass knocker of her door he braced himself as if for the first volley of shot from the enemy. Once inside the trim little house Bassing;ton looked long and earnestly at the fair girl who seemed ever to eluo.e his level glance. "I ara going to the front," be said in his straightforward manner, "and I wanted to tell you that I have arranged for another man to care for the gardens. I am off on Saturday." "Oh!" gasped the girl, "then you are nol, a shirker! I have been thinking you were a coward not to enlist when nil our brave brothers and husbands have gone to fight for us." A deep flush spread even up to his templeB at the girl's words. "I am sorry you thought me a shirke:*, Mfs. Holiday," was all he said. The quick apology in Jean Holiday's eyes was mingled with amused surprise. "Bui; I am not Mrs. Holiday," she told him, "I am Jim's sister. "Mrs. Holiday has gone down to be near Jim as lotg as possible before he goeB to the front He's in camp now." "Not anybody's wife?" questioned Baosington, and realized that he would cha,ng9 that situation when he returned from the war. "I am sorry you thought me a shirker," he said, "and that I thought you a wife and mother. Otherwise we might have spont many wonderful hours here in the shadow of the Chiltern hills? just you and I" "The hills will always be here," Jean said with dainty' frankness, because she' had loved Bassington in spiite of herself, "I, too, expect to be here?when you return." "May that day be soon," Bassington said, and took both of her proffered hands , in a warm clasp and raised them in turn to his lips. "Until that day," he added softly. Both in Sftd Condition. Sublime satisfaction in one's own powers must be a very delightful condition, but a celebrated English musician, Doctor Arne, who flourished in the first half of the seventeenth century, for once wittily turned the tables on some singers of this type. He was asked to decide on the respective powers of two vocalists whose talents existed entirely in their own imaginations. After hearing them Doctor Arne said to one: "You are the worst singer I ever heard in my life. Then, exclaimed the other: "I win." "No," answered the just judge, "you can't sing at all." Wherein the Trouble. It take3 a' city man to figure out a fortune>from raising chickens, but his ngures are apt to go wrong Decause hens are not mathematicians. Perfumes in the Orient. Orientals have always been exceedingly lavish in the use of perfumes; it seems as if the warmer the climate the more perfume is used. The Hebrews manufactured perfumes chiefly from spices brought from Arabia, filso from aromatic plants grown ia their on oouaur. ' -"' Vj. ' ; ' '". '.V; * * " " ' .. . '.. -j. wmmmmmmmmammmmmmamsmmmmmm THANKSGIVING DINNER By MARY DARLING. (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure, Newspaper Syndicated "N-no," said Forest Harwood, meditatively, "there isn't anyone I can think of, dear." "I have racked my brain,, too, so I guess we'll have to eat our Thanksgiving dinner without guests this year," said his wife. "I'm sorry Bess and John couldn't come, but they seemed to have planned something of their own," Harwood went on. "They're going to be married in the spring, I believe?" "Um-hu," mumbled Harwood, as he became interested in his morning paper. ' On the morning of Thanksgiving day Mrs. Harwood announced that she was going to church. "All right, dear; go ahead and HI run down to the pond and have a try at the ice. If I find any woebegonelooking individuals who seem not to be expecting a bite of turkey, may I bring them along?" he. asked his wife as she^eft for the village church. "The bird is big and \here are plenty of 'trimmings,'" Mrs. Hap* wood replied. ' Harwood reached the pond to find it already black with crowds of skaters. He Joined them, and was about to go home after an hour's good exj ercise when his eyes fell upon John Adams. "You, John? I though^ you were ?' ?' -? tnr Than true! vintt gOlllg (JUL U1 wnu W< ? u _ dinner?" he exclaimed. "I?yes, I had intended | to, but it all fell through," the young man returned. i "Come along up to the house- then, and have dinner with us. Where is Bess?" Harwood asked tactlessly. s "Bess? Ah?oh, Bhe's having dinner with some relatives, I believe," John Adams managed to answer.: : "Come on! Helen will be delighted. She's at church, as usual." And H&rwood fairly dragged his friend home. When Mrs. Harwood arrived > she was smiling broadly as her husband opened^ the door for her. "I've found a guest for dinner! Quesa who?" "I'm not a good guesser?but so have I." "Mine is Marian Peck. She was in' church alone and we sat together. It seems that she was to dine at her o+onfotVior vnri .know. UUUIO D ^UUU D Dl*V|>?.MVMwy ^ ? r -. but for come silly reason about Bess she wouldn't go at the last minute. So I asked her to come to us." ' Forrest began to look worried. He said nothing. "What's the matter? Arent yon pleased, dear?" asked Helen, anxiously. "Oh?ah, yes, but my guest Is none other thazr John Adams, so if it's dining with him that Marian is trying to avoid, she's strictly In it." Mrs. Hanyood laughed. "All we need now is Bess to make it a truly successful dinner party, eh, dear? Next time we'JI let well enough alone and dine alone." The telephone rang and the young wife ran to answer it She returned in a moment wringing her hands, "Worse and more of It. It's Bess! She's in tears. Says she and John were to have had a cosy little dinner at some romantic Inn they both knew about. Her family hadn't been able to get home from Europe, you know. But some way or other she? Bess?discovered that John would be breaking up a family party at home, a party of which his stepfather's niece, Marian, you know, was to be a member, 'and she refused to go with him/They quarreled, had words about Marian, and she's heartbroken, and lonelv and is comine to dine with Ub! There! Can you beat It?" "It'll be' some Thanksgiving!" Harwood remarked In current varnacular. "Marian, the bone of contention, Bess and John, the quarreling lovers! Fine company!" returned Mrs. Harwood. * When all three guests were In the house, Bess Burleson upstairs taking off her outer wraps, Marian Peck in the living-room by the fire,, and John Adams scowling in the library, the host and hostess met in the hall. "They're here," whispered Helen in her husband's ear. Forrest nodded. "Don't I know it?" 'Tm going to let it work itself out," explained Helen. And at that moment Bess descended the stairs, Marian stepped from the living-room and John appeared in the library door. ' 1 There was absolute silence as the five looked from one to anothe^. "What a jolly little party!" said Forrest, boldly. "Oh?ah?yes?very jolly, very jolly!" echoed John Adams. And then and there there were explanations. And with that, thanksgiving and TTr^TCk mincrlo^ on rlnflA \;uugiotuiauuuB n v v... ly that they could not be separated. Turned Down. "Last night I hot-footed around to old Mr. Blowster's house and asked him for his daughter's hand." "Well?" "Then I cold-footed back." Quite So. "Young Whitcomb should get on in the world. He's a plugger." "Yes. What'* he doing?" "Dentistry."?Pin'adelpbia Ledger. Life's Little Things. Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things in j which smiles and kindnesses and email nhlltratlnnc oivfin hahltliallv. are what win and preserve the heart and secure comlort.?Sir Humphry Davy. War's First Principle. The natural principle of war Is to do the most harm to our enemy, with the least harm to ourselves, and this, of course, is to be effected by strata CORN CLUB PRIZES' OFFEREDfOR 1915 Scholarships and Cash Given by H. G. Hasting* In 8outh Carolina - and Other Statee Atlanta, Ga.?(Special.)?Corn club prizes for Southern boys In South Carolina and nine other corn-growing states of this section hare been renewed for 1915 by H. G. Hastings, general chairman of the Georgia corn show committee and chairman of the agricultural committee of the Atlanta chamber of commerce. The prizes amount in all. to $1,200, in cash and scholarships, and will be awarded under the direction of the government corn club agents In each ,state. In South Carolina Mr. Hasting? has offered $100 to he divided into tnree cash prizes of $50, $30 and $20, or to be awarded in scholarship form, according to the wishes of the South Carolina corn club authorities. | In Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, t nniniona T#TftB'and North Carolina. 1>Vv?? w Mr. Hastings offers |100 in each state, either in cash or scholarships, according to local arrangement. In Georgia, his home state, he offers a $250 stehol- } . arshlp in the State College of Agriculture and two additional cash prizes of $30 and $20, respectively. The great educational value and constructive force of the corn club v:-~v contests, In addition to the marvels they are accomplishing in increased com productions, ard emphasized In an interview given out by Hr. Hap* ings in connection with his announcement of prizes. Mr, Hastings said: "The interest now being taken to J corn production, by the federal gov"ernment, by state offl'clafa, by leading organizations and Individuals, is, , in my opinion, the greatest constructive force now operative In agricultural affairs in America. For too long tn? tendency of education ih the > hurts school was to araw. oqje awaj uw the farm, but the corn clubs are now combining with true agricultural education to Influence the boys to torn new Ideas and -'new Ideals of fern life. The corn club work is growing In value and Importance with eacY successive year." ?- ^ > The State of South Carolina, COUNTY OF ABBEVILLE. i PROBATE COCBT. In the Matter of the Estate of W.A. Gallagher, Deceased. Notice to Debtors and Creditors. All persons indebted to said estate must settle without delay, and those holdiDg claims against the estate must present them properly attested to < , w; Axcalfert, / ^ ? y??; i . Personally Conducted -;|gg TOUR ' V .'.Vi y. '/ > "&? ( *?$* $ AND LOW RATES TO JACKSONVILLE ST. AUGUSTINE PALM BEACH MIAMI V ; . AND i ONE WEEK r ' IN- * CUBA 4 HAVANA M MATANZAS i ?mm WM JANUARY J 7.-19 * SEABOARD Air Line Railway Write For Rates to GATTIS TOURIST AGENCY -V - Tourist Agency A S.A.L. R'y ^ Raleigh, N. C. A v , PASSENGER SCHEt ULEjH| Piedmont & Northern Ry. Co. Effective May 24th, 1914. ^ GREENWOOD, 8. C. J Arrivals. Drpurtnrai. , No. 1 8:00 A.M. No. 4 6:00A.M 1 No. 3 10:00 A.M. No. G 8:00 A.M V No. 5 12:15P.M. No. 8 10:00A.M I No. 9 3:50 P.M. No. 12 1:45 P.M S No. 11 5:15 P.M. No. 14 4:15 P.M. JM No. 15 7:20 P.M. No. 16 5:40P,M No. 19 11:20 P.M. No. 18 9:10P.M C. V. PALMER, I jH Gen. Passenger Agent.^^^H the Dr. Marion Dorset, bi-chemis^^R^^^^^H federal bureau of animal indu^^^^H^^H the scientist who first isolj|^BH9^H^H germ responsible for that cholera in the hog. That he perfected a serum to protected his processes by then turned them over to to bo used without H