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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
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EXTRAVAGANT OFFSPRING
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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