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■ The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell. S. C„ Thursday, June 20, 1935 “Fastest Engine in World” Fuf in Service , A I.** I s T HIS phototfriiph shows the unveil- Itik. ut the American Locomotive company works In Schenectady, N, Y„ of what is called the fastest enjrlne In the world. It has a rated top speed of 120 miles an hour and already Is In service drawing the Milwaukee rail road's new streamline train, Hiawatha, between Chicago and Minneapolis.^ BEDTIME STORY FOR CHILDREN By THORNTON W. BURGESS NANNY IS SURE DANNY IS DEAD T HE silvery light of sweet Mistress Moon flooded the Green Meadows and chased the Black Shadows clear back to the very edges of the Green Meadows. It was Just such a night as a Meadow Mouse loves, and Nanny Meadow Mouse would have enjoyed It and rejoiced In It and been thoroughly happy hui for one thing. The truth Is, Danny Meadow Mouse had spoiled that beautiful night for Nanny Meadow Mouse. He didn’t know he had, but be had. You see, Nanny was’worrled and her worry was all on account of Danny. The newest babies were quite safe In their snug nest, hidden—well, I won’t tell you Just where It was hid den. That was Danny’s and Nanny’s secret, so I guess I haven’t any right to tell you Just where that snug little nest was. If I did they might not trust me again. Anyway, those newest babies were quite safe, because they were loo young to crawl out even If they should wak en, which they were not likely to do because their little stomachs were full. ' V / K>-li He Certainly Must Be Dead; Nanny N Was Sure of It Little Meadow Mice are like other babies-In that when their stomachs aru full they sleep and grow. So Nanny didn’t worry about the babies. The half-grown children had romped and played. In the moonlight until they had become so tired that they were glad to curl up In their beds. . They were dreaming the pleasantest of Meadow Mouse dreams. So Nanny didn’t worry about them. But she did worry about Danny Meadow Mouse. Why didn’t he come home? Never since she had known him had Danny been gone so long. Something must have happened to him. She was sure of it. Had Reddy or Granny Fox caught him? She hadn't seen either of them on the Green Meadows that day, but one of them might have been there long enough to catch Danny without being seen by her. Or perhaps Black I’ussy the Cat from Farmer Brown’s - had surprised Danny, She had seen Redtall the Hawk sailing over the Green Meadows twice during the day and It might be that he had dined on Danny. It was a dreadful thought. She couldn’t get rid of it. If something 2 e»you Know— dreadful hadn’t happened, Danny never would have stayed away like this. Nanny tried to be hopeful. She tried to take a nap, for she was very, very, very tired. But she couldn’t sleep. She couldn't even keep still. She kept creeping out to look along the private little paths she and Danny had made through the grass, hoping each time to see him hurrying home along one of them. Sweet Mistress Moon climbed higher and higher in the sky and then began to go lower and lower, and the Black Shadows began once more to creep out across the Green Meadows. Soon jolly, round, red Mr. Sun would come up to chase them away altogether and a new day would begin. Still no Danny. He must be dead. Nanny was sure of it. © T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service. IT ISN’T HOME! By ANNE CAMPBELL T HE ocean meets the sky and Joins its blue. The waves are tipped with shredded silver foam. I gaze upon the sea and think of you. It may be beautiful, but It isn’t home t. The splendid city flings Its buildings high. The stars are all alight in heaven’s dome ... The lighted windows and the starry sky . . . It’s all so beautiful, but it isn’t home I 1 Across the miles there Is a patch of green, , A little house upon familiar loam, A -maple tree, a fence where roses lean . . . And that Is beautiful, because It’s home! Copyright—WNU Servlc*. little of the rind of each and a cupful of banana pulp. Peel and scrape ba nanas and put through a rlcer or sieve. Beat the frujt mixture and sirup to gether, chill and stir In three cupfuls of whipped cream, or the whites of three eggs. Freeze to a soft mush. Braised New Cabbage. Melt one-fourth of a cupful of sweet fat In a saucepan, add two green apples and two onions finely chopped; cook gently for three minutes, then tWd one shredded cabbage, three cloves, one- half cupful of vinegar, salt and pepper to season. Cover tightly qnd simmer until the cabbage Is tender. Tuna Fish Salad. ~ Soak one-half envelope of gelatin In one-fourth cupful of cold water, add three-fourths of a cupful of hot salad dressing and stir until well dissolved. Add one-lmlf cupful of finely diced cel- ery, one minced green’pepper, one can of tuna that has b-en lightly flaked, .salt and paprika t«» taste. Turn after blending well Into individual molds, set awaY to harden. Serve on lettuce with a spring of parsley or water cress on top. Serve with a spoonful of mayon naise. Summer Squash en Casserole. Take two and one-half cupfuls of cooked summer squash, add three- fourths of a cupful of thick tomatoes, two tablespoonfuls of butter, one and one-half teaspoonfuls of salt, one ta blespoonful of grated onion, one-half cupful of seasoned chopped meat, fish or nuts, mix well, coyer with buttered crumbs and bake until well browned. Egg plant or carrots may be served in the same manner. © Weitern Newspaper Union. A. l With Violet Dots Golden Phantoms FASCINATING TALES OF LOST MINES ©W.M.O. Bw BdUhm L. Wmtamm Smart Wardrobe in One Pattern Patten CUT THE LOST CABIN MINE \ UESTION BOX k, ED WYNN, The Perfect Fool Dear Mr. Wynn: I have just taken a Job as a waiter In a downtown restaurant I don’t get a big salary; so depend i lot on my tips. Today a man had his meal, and when I gave him his check he said he could not give me a tip, as he only had enough money to pay the check. I’ll never make any money that way. What shall 1 do the next time * man says that to me? — . Yoars truly,— ’ I. SERVWELL. Answer: The next time a man says he only has enough to pay for his check Just take the check back and add It up again. child. If there are Ten Command ments and you broke one there would- be nine left. Dear Mr. Wynn: For the past three weeks I have been touring through New England In an .auto and I noticed nearly'every farmer had a weather vane on the roof of his barn In the shape of a rooster. Can you tell me why they never have hens up there? Yours truly, I. MUZZBEE DUMM. Answer: It would be too hard to get the eggs. © Associated Newspapers. WNU Service. Extremely youthful In Its simplicity of line and fabric, this sheer white cot- ment of the violet dotted motif. The wide sash Is a deeper tone of violet taffeta. ' I PAPA KNCWS-I Dear Mr. Wynn: I have a girl friend who has a nasty habit of always saying nasty things about alt the other girls:— Everybody knows that about her, yet last night a boy friend who knows her said she was something to adore. What do you make out of that? Sincerely,’ C. KRITS. ' Answer: When he said she. was something to adore he probably meant that she was a knocker. .Dear Mr. Wynn: 1 went to a school dance the other night and danced with the same girl twice. She let me take her home, and as I ieft her I told her I thought she was the sweetest girl In the whole world and now she won’t go out with me any* more. I wonder why? Truly yours, i WHATT SRONG. Answer: She doesn’t want to dis appoint you. Dear Mr. Wynn: I am a girl seven years old. My teacher in Sunday school asked me how many commandments there are. I said, “ten,” then she said, “suppose I broke one?” and I couldn't answer her. Now she says I can’t come back to Sunday school until I bring her-an answer. Can you help me? Truly yours, MAY B. U. KNOE. Answer: That's very simple, my GOOD THINGS NEW AND OLD BLADCO/VC root uo/va *ahar*- v*\ I*// \ That the bowie-knife—the heavy sheath knife of the« early western states—is called after Col. James Bowie of Texas. He brought the blade from a worn-out file with which he had already killed his man. # lieCtar* Newspaper Syndicate. • WNU Service. The fashion for metallic touches has extended even to make-up.. The new ; est thing is to high-light your eyelids with a golden glow that comes from a new shade of eye-shadow in gold, bronze, or silver. This may provide a new way of making an ensemble of eye lids and jewelry. Copyright by Public Ledger, lao. WNU Service. A MOST delicious pie may be made by using- prunes with rhubarb. The rhubarb adds the zest to the prunes and the two together make a most delightful combination. If both are cooked, fill a baked shell and cover with a meringue, or prepare the fruit and bake slowly in two crusts. Fruit Sherbet — ■ Make a sirup of three cupfuls of wa ter and one and one-balf cupfuls of su gar and boil five minutes; add the juice of one lemon and two oranges with a “Pop, what is flintn “Marine’s chin.’* ©, Bell Syndicate—WSfUTServIc*. General Drum Is Decorated S OMEWHERE In the Big Horn mountains Is a mine richer than the Comstock Lode. It was found in 1863, and lost In 1864, but some day a lucky prospector will find It again, open up its neglected tunnels and build a new cabin where the old one stood. Three men, Allen Hulbert, Cox, and Jnnes. were the first to discover this bonanza. They had gone out on a pros pecting trip from Walla Walla, and sometime In the spring of 1863 they found themselves in the wildest part of the United States. They had been going-through terrible hardships, float ing on a raft down the Big Horn, and traveling at night to avoid hostile In dians. Men in their senses would have recoiled from the hare Idea of such adventures, but these men were be witched by a golden phantom; they kept on, prospecting as they went. At last, there In the Big Horns they found a wonderful pay streak, which panned “all the way from five cents to one dollar each trial.” This was their rainbow’s end, and here they planned to stay through the next win ter;By the time water froze over night, each had something like half a bushel of gold. \\ Winter passed all too slowly. As soon as the first spring warmth came to the little valley, they were out on the job again, working at their sluice boxes, and every night adding to their store of gold. What their plans were, no one can tell. Perhaps they expected to go back to Wallw Walla that summer, laden with treasure; or they may have de cided .to stay on until either they or the nuggets were exhausted. But these plans were destined never to-he completed, for Indians suddenly . fell on Cox and Jones, killed and scalped them, and rifled the cabin. Hulbert, who had gone some distance off, saw the horrible sight but was powerless to help his partners. As soon as the marauders left. Hul bert hurried down to the cabin. The gold was still there, and he packed a knapsack full, burled the rest, and struck out In the opposite direction from that taken by the Indians. After 18 days through wild, unknown coum try, he rea'ched the North Platte river 1 and found the old trail to California. Here he met up with a large party of gold seekers heading toward the northwest. On hearing his story, part of the enormous crowd decided to re turn with him to the mine, and more than 500 people, with 140 wagons, ac cepted him as their leader. How was a man to retrace a trail like his? How could he remember ev- terrible 18 days of flight? Hulbert thought he cotrM. but aH summer-long- he tried In vain to 1 reach that aban- i doned cabin where the bodies of his friends guarded the golden - treasure, i At last he was forced to admit defeat, and the angry crowd, after even once gathering to lynch their bewildered j leader, started westward. Since then, many a good prospectors has spent years In the effort to locate ! Little Maurice, being fond of waf The Lost Cabin mine “Old PancijJjfe” ~fiesrwas busily'engagetF In buttering Comstock.' grubstaked by Nevada men, ; the one hia mother placed upon hla searched for It in vain. A Colorado plate and, without looking upi, said: miner named Beckley, following dlrec-* i “Please pass the waffle Juice.* tfons given by a dying friend, thought he had fouqd It, but his discovery proved to be copper. Later another prpspector, - Sweeney by name, found au enormous outcropping whlcl^ he thought must be the mother lode, and Associated Press Items told that the Lost Cabin lead had at last been found. But this ore also proved to be copper. Then, during the Sioux uprising, when the Big Horn country was alive with Indians, three men made their way up to the head of the Little Big Horn, and here they found what must have been the real mother lode of the Lost Cabin gold. It was the largest known body of rich quartz In the w orld! The newcomers built a boat, loaded You can make yourself a mighty smart summer wardrobe right from this oae pattern. Slmpllclty’a the thing—shlrtmaker frocks are **tha top”—and here’s a beautifully fitting. model that may take many varia tions. 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Gilbert—Because one’s father made hla money In refined sugar, while the other’s traded In crude olL His Experience “Would your experience confirm the popular notion that there Is a sense of honor among thieves?” said the visitor to the prison chaplain. “Well—no. There may be excep tions," returned the chaplain, “but enerally speaking, I find thieves to mers nu.n a m»ai, «».«««. i be Just abwt ns 1)ad „ other g*. It with gold, qnd planned to float down | j e « G EN. HUGH A. DRUM; U. S. A., who was recently assigned to command the Hawaiian Islands, la one of the most popular officers to come to the Pacific paradise. Wanda Silva, a pretty little resident, was among the happiest of American girls when she was given the privilege of decorating bins with lets on Hawali’a "lei day,” which correspond^ to the May day of the other coun tries of the world. the rivor until the reached a settle ment. Here they would outfit and re turn to where fortune had §miled her golden grin at them. But death lurked downstream: the Sioux camp, stretched along the river, was more than three miles long, and 6.0(H) warriors waited and longed for a chance to spill white man's blood. It was midnight when the awkward boat started past this gigantic camp. A dog, sniffing the air, barked excited ly. A sentinel peered and listened. The rapids of the 1 Little Big Horn reached for the boat In haste, the miners grew panicky—a moment more, and the boat overturned—another, and they were captives of the hostile Sioux. In the scuffle that ensued, one man managed to get away. .He had no food, no weapons, and his clothing had been torn until only a few rags covered him. But he had clenched his hand over.a couple of nuggets, and these hi kept during the days when he wan dered in search of a settlement. At last he stumbled Into a little town. What happened to Sitting Bull. Ouster, and the resL Is history. The country became safe from Indians again. But the one man who could have trailed the golden phantom back to the Lost Cabin lode sat In the sun shine and babbled of immense wealth, of hunger, of Indiana, of hla beautiful yellow nuggeta—a garrulous, senseless Idiot" T WNU—7 24—35 IP QUALITY CUM