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9 1 The Barnwell PeoDle-SentineL Barnwell. S. C. Thur*dar. Aurust 20. 19:M» UNCONFESSED CHAPTER XIV—Continued —12— “But she saw my wife on the bed. (Tou'ye (tot her testimony to that!” •Harrlden’s voice had loudened; bel- llRernnce rant: out of It. I glanced over at the bed. Mrs Harrlden lay very small beneath that sheet. “People see what they expect to see," I said slowly. “Anson saw a dummy made of a comforter arranged on that bed. The room was dark ened; you let her have a glance through the half open door, then you closed It and went down to dinner.” No one spoke then. No one moved. , . » “But you kept worrying about that body In the closet. Perhaps you hadn’t taken the diamonds then — perhaps jfau had, but you realized you hadn’t made It look enough like a robbery, like an assault from outside. You began seeing the situation. You thought of opening the window. So you went upstairs, halfway through dinner, and when yon were opening the window, yon realized you could make It look like suicide. So you took y<jur ijjlfe out of the closet and thrust IgM* oiit, down Into the shrub bery. Ptrhaps you had seen the blood on the floor—” I stopped. I had a queer feeling that I was wrong. I said, “1 think you hadn’t seen It—but you thought It wise to lock that closet till you could look It over, later. You locked it and came down again to dinner.” I remembered how he bad come down to dinner. I think we were all remembering It. Coining down stol idly, quietly, saying his wife was still aleeplng. doing on with his meal. Talking to Petty Van Alstyn. “You were thinking you could make it seem either accident or suicide and after dinner you asked the princess to go up—you talked of a row be tween you, of her overwrought state of mind, of her hysterical threats. You created the Impression of a neu rotlc. Irresponsible woma'n, ready for any rashness. . . . You didn’t want that closet opened. When Mrs. Kel ler had the housekeeper unlock It. you wera quirk to enter. You said there was nothing there. Then they found the blood. You realized you had to make It look like robbery." II y voice grew slower, raggeder "I don't know when you picked up the dtkmonds —perhaps at the beginning when you meant to makJ*t seem the work of an outside thief. After you decided upon suicide you didn’t spesk of their dlaappearsnce Hut when you aaw It had to seem robbery, then you thought of them again." It seemed to me that I had been talking foreter In that world of shad e«t Not a eord no* out of liar- ride* Not a algo from him eicepf that Immobile attention “I don’t know now why yo* pinned that chain In my drees that night." I aald and my voice shook over that •To* were furious at me heranee I had told of the scene at the window . . . hot you were hating Also !>eefc even more — "Perhaps you anted out the Mg pendant Intentionally from the first for him." I said. "A man might have hidden a single atone . . . Your chance came • heo yon found hie case lying about You stuffed the dlamwd •nder the cigarettes, but you couldn’t get It hack te him at once You couldn't leave If out for him to find till ell the outsiders were gone. Then you saw that he found It." I stopped suddenly, utierly spent. I was trembling from head to foot; my blood felt like Ice In my veins. “Are we rrazv — to listen to this peck of lies?" Harrlden demanded. Ilia bru«k tone seemed to sweep awsv my word* like a house of cards. "Dona- bey—I want this girl arrested." I felt a terrible despair. No one would believe. I had no ahred of proof. Nothing but that andiron—and the Mood on It could not speak. Nor could the dead under the sheet. Mitchell's voice came suddenly. “Not so fast, Harrlden. . . . I tons bey you've heard this story. I can supply a few details That handker chief was dried on the radiator in Mr. Harrlden’s own bathroom." Harrlden’s voice rumbled out, “That’s another lie! You were listening to that fool Anson.” The name fell like a bolt upon me. I had literally forgotten Anson In my absorption In this first tragedy. Now his words, and their Implication, was a shock galvanizing me to life again. “No lie,’’ Mitchell gave back and his voice was clear-cut, authoritative —his courtroom voice. “The rust spots on that handkerchief correspond ex actly to the places where the paint has been flecked off on that particu lar radiator—and on no other In the house. That evidence Is conclusive.” Mitchell stepped forward, confront ing Harrlden. “The first death was accidental, Dan. Pity you tried to camouflage It —to Incriminate others. . . . Anson was murder.” “Anson?” he growled. “I never saw Anson." “Oh, yes you did," I flung out “When she brought the fresh towels to your bathroom. . . . You were In your room or In this one all that part of the morning. That hour when An ■on had been killed." I remembered his testimony. That he had heard no noiae In Kanclnt’a room. “And If I had. I wouldn't have cared " And I held fast to my little thread of a cine — my clue that I thought had gone astray, that bad puixled me m. 1 r«4hed oa. “Hfbeij I aaw her la lag she had b«f ' Mary Hastings Bradley Copyright by D. Appleton- Century Co., Ino. WNU Service arnr full of towels. lavender for the prince's room,- pink for tjiese two. She curried them all Into Itancinl'a room, and when she came out she had forgotten the pink ones—she told me she had to go back for them. I saw her go In. . . . Afterwards I went to look for those towels. I thought—” - Apologetically my glance sought the prince. He was standing there with a stupefied air. I murmured, "I thought that—that If Anson had been killed there, at that time, then the pink towels would still be there. But they were not, and the maid who had taken over the room, on Anson’s disappearance, said she had found none. So I knew that Anson had taken her towels and gone.” I raised my eyes again to Har- riden. ’T knew the pink towels were for these rooms. So I asked the maid to look In here—you were downstairs then—and*.she did. She said the fresh towels were distributed In both bath rooms hut that Anson hadn’t taken away the soiled ones. I thought that Anson might have b£en so nervous In these rooms that she had hurried away forgetfully, and gone, for some rea son, again Into the prince'a room, where she met her death. . . . But that wasn’t so. “Anson never left the room alive. She began to talk to you about some thing she had to tell at the Inquest. There wag something on her mind, a hnnkderchlef she had seen drying on a radiator. The corner was not torn off—you didn’t tear that off till you came to pin the diamonds In It. She knew she had to tell about It, hut she didn’t want to. She told me that any one might have washed out a hand kerchief. She tried to explain It to you." Harrlden’s eyea wera like sheet lightning upon me. “She told you about IL She may have said, too, that she couldn’t swear that Mr*. Harrlden waa on her bed when she had looked In at eight She was a very simple-minded girl, ans- 1 • mis to he truthful. Ton lost your head—yon may hava tried to bribe her as yon did me upstair*—yo* gave your alarm away. And the* you Jumped for her. Yo* choked the IHe out of her. Yo* looked up and dowa the hall, ft was easpty. To* had naly a step or two to take to Itancinl'a door. Yo* aaw his room was empty It was a draperst# chance but yo* had to take It To* got her I* tike room, yo* throat her I* the cloaet Yo* wiped yo*r prints off the door Yo* went hack t* yo*r root*, and *e one aaw yo* coming e«t that—yo*— knew—" My vole* trailed eat the weeda a* tomatlcally. ft waa the look I* Krl Irr’a eyea that prompted them, that uneasy, worrying, disquietude. Tom Keller knew something Per ha pa he had seen Harrlden leaving the mom Perhap* He had sere him In the halt f knew It with the at range wrong ht np dlvmatlo* that poeeeeeed me; f knew It no sorely that I would have cried It stood bat Mitchell Intervened “You remembered te wipe the door knob. I ►an. but yon forgot Derk’a taste In cigarette* l.ockle* When yoq found hit case there weren't but two cigarette* In ft. not eoongh to hold a atone la place, so yo* crammed It full of your own. making aura to kerp the diamond at the bottom That'a where yo* slipped — nobody here smokes Maredonlai hot you. The case was full of Macedonian" "And you call that evidence?" flar rlden sneered. The man waa gath ering his power again, full of defiant challenge. "You’ve turned against your friends, have you. for the sake of—" - “For the sake of a girl yon tried to blacken and a man you tried to hang your own guilt on." Mitchell flashed hack, his eyes as full of war as liar rlden’a. “Evident* — you bet I’ll make It stick ns evidence. You waited till they were all around Deck, you prompted I.etty to nsk Clancy for his case, and Deck handed It over. Do you think a Jury will believe a man would do that If he had a diamond hidden In lt--a stone that would cost his neck? . . . He’d have taken out some cigarettes and passed them hack. But Deck Just handed It over. Just like that. And Clancy gave It to Bet ty, and you whispered her to feel It, to tell Clancy to feel It." He swung away from Jlarrlden. He spoke sharply to a white face. “Why didn’t you ask Dan for a sipoke? You like his brand — you were smoking the?n tonight. You’ll have to testify he prompted you." “Oh, Dan, Dan, It Isn’t so!" Letty Van Alston’s voice, overwrought, breaking with hysterical strain, sobbed out at him. “You didn’t ask me to say anything." “You shut up!” said Harrlden harsh ly. “Shut up and keep shut up. d'you hear? Let them talk their heads off. That's all there Is to It—talk." “No one will believe It. Dan." she cried half crying. “No one will blame you for anything. We’ll all forget It —you’ll forget It- Nora wasn’t worth It" "Wasn’t worth It?" He gave a dreadful glare at her. then strode to the bed and with a single gesture he torn the sheet away. Nora Harrl- den's atlll fact lay before ua. We saw th* loveliness of her profile, like chis eled marble, the rigid, tinted lips, the long, dark lashes, motionless u* her Cuid cheeks. «- Then, for one unforgettable second. It seemed ss If the dead hud moved, and chill terror gripped us, but It was the soft, dark hair stirring to the air from the withdrawn sheet. "Not worth It?” the man thundered. “She was worth the whole damned lot of you! I’d rather have her little fin ger than any woman's body. If I can’t have her—’* His voice cracked, recovered. “I’ll never get over her. And I'll take this out of the hide of every one of yon. Out of you, you Interloper,” he shot at me, “looking In at windows, and out of you," and he thrust his mot tled face towards Deck, “running aft er another man’s wife, writing your damned rot to her beauty—" He burst out. “She didn’t want you. She was playing with you—trying to plague me. . . . You couldn’t have held her for a week. . . . She was my girl, mine! And you leave me wCb her. Clear out, all of you. Leave roc alone with her while I’ve got her. . . . Clear out. Clear out." CHAPTER XV We went. Incomprehensible as It may seem, that terrible, that extraor- dina/y scene ended with our stream ing out of the room, like dismissed children. We left Harrlden alone with his dead. The world seemed to go to pieces about me after that. I was as weak as a rag. The tears on my face were tears of tiredness. Unseeingly I blun der^ through tlje group at the head of the stairs; I heard a voice. “Miss Seton—" It was Donahey. He said slowly, "About that and iron—how do you know—" “The cat licked IL You can have It tested, but I’m sure. You. heard him say, Tf you know—that—you did It.’" “The cat—the cat put you on to It?" He stared at me again. “I’ll have to get that andiron," he added glumlly, “at once." I got away from them then. I went downstairs where a knot of police men In a huddle told me that the es rltement above had been having Its repercussions here. I let them atare; 1/ .*' *»’ * . til rjjt liii I I '/* "What D* They Want Ms Far Newt" I walked through the glaaa door* nn der the bram-blng stair*, lot* the lounge behind the hall and there I curled np In a corner of a huge di van and soaked a pillow very thor oughly with my tears. I didn’t hear any one coming till a voice aald. “Here the la." and 1 looked np to see Monty Mitchell and Alan Deck atanding beside me. I sat up and brushed the hair out of my eyea. I said helplessly, “I haven’t any pow der." and Mitchell said cheerfully, "Neither have I." but Deck told me to look In the drawer of a writing table, and I went over to IL There was per fect field equipment In that drawer. I needed It; I looked to myself as If I had been left out In the rain a long time. “Keep your powder dry," Deck ad vised gaily. "We never know when the shooting may begin again." He seemed In high spirits. "What do they want me for now—" I was beginning and he said blithely, "They don’t want you—we want you." “What you want Is coffee," Monty Mitchell cut In, “and we’ll have some If any of the Impeccable staff of this establishment are about." Briskly he went to the wall and rang a bell (Jan gling In a tassel at the end of an old embroidered strip. “Grartf," he remarked, as that func tionary appeared, his white-vested per fection rebuking our everyday attire, “Grant, Is there any coffee to be had?" "There will be, sir. In Just ten min utes." “Good. And sandwiches, Grant. Not anything delicate, you understand. Something with plenty of bacon In them or ham and slabs of firm, yel low cheese. Plenty of sandwiches. Grant.’* "Yes. Mr. MltchelL" “And something handsome In drinks —and not In ten minutes, either. I'll show you my Idea." he added, and dis appeared with Grant through the serv ice door. Deck and I went back to tb* divan. 1 »as glad to ait dow* again for the strength had gone out of me. I didn't reach even to hla exhilaration. "My Ood, how did you do It?" be demanded. "That waa the most smash ing accusation—" I Interrupted, “Did you get your let ters?" “Every one. And burned them. The last one wasn't there — she hadn't kept IL" “I’m glad." I was glad, too, for Harrlden's sake. Hard enough to know that his wife was In love with another but harder to know that she had been thrown aside, repudiated. —I said, “I did go In after the cat. But when I saw th^case there, I op ened It to look for those letters for you. He caught me at IL" Ills aim which had been lying along the top dropped about my shoulders with a quick caress. “You darling!" I didn’t feel like a darling. I didn’t know that I even wanted to be bis darling. His arm dropped so readily about shoulders—It had about Letty Van Alstyn when he. wanted her to coax Dan down from his room. ^ But his voice had taken 6b a new gravity. ‘Tve never met any one like you, Leila Seton. I’d be a better man If I had. You’re all loyalty, all cour age. I told you you looked like a fair saint when I met you In that gallery, and I’m taking ysu aa my salnL My bright saint.” Mitchell cam* out, carrying three tumblers of amber liquid on a tray. I saw his quick eyes taking us In, but if his expression changed, his voice was cheerfully unheeding. ‘‘Here you are. Hot toddies. Sugar? Lemon?" “I’m telling her what a wonderful girl she Is," said Deck gaily. Mitchell put the tray carefully on a little table before the sofa and sat down on the other side of me. “She’s a thorough fool of a girl, to trail Into that room after a cat—to open that case for your letters—for I suppose tbat she was looking for your letters? Knowing all the time how grave (he evidence was against her. ... A thor ough-going fool," he Insisted flrmty, "but—an endearing one. I grant yt>* that." I smiled over the top of my glaaa af him. “Mercy, not justice. Your Honor!" "I hope you never have to say ‘Your Honor,'" he replied, soberly. Deck leaned forward, acrosa ma. "How do yon think H stand*. Monty? You’va Just been talking with thoaa fellows, la ther* enough of a case?" "To hold him — ye*. To Biak* It ■tlsk—oo. Not unless something more turn* up. L’nlea* he makes mor* *f aa admission than be has do** . . . Leila, here. Just did • brilliant bit of goes* • or k. It waa overwhelming when the poured It all out—and It Nut how much of it can ho Uufltanlt/hoO'b Tales and Traditions from Americas Politics] History FtANK I. HAG IN SMS ILMO SCOTT WATSON Ho brok# off. taking a drink. "Aho*t that seen# at th# window." bo re sumed "Da* probably thinks Lett* Is prepared to swear to him now bat are yo*T" he naked at mo aaddoaly. I shook my hand, psrplaaod. "I can awear to myaotf that I know it Is an —but I couida t swear to a coart that I recognised him" “Bat do* t a*y that yet to Dona hoy." Moaty rouaoeled. “Onr hope *ow la for some admission " ... Ho wont ea t* toll aa that ho had bee* work lag o* estimate* about that grata ima pool of Mood, about the time H moat hat* take* to form. Ho aald. "That waa wky I was a Util* anointed ■boat Ua acini ar Letty —I ronldal persuade myself that either af thorn had had time enough for thaL Now you. Aina, who* yo* wer* upstair*, had Just a little more time—" “Thanka for nothing." aald Dark warily. Grant came, bearing a silver tray wltb ruffe* pot and cup* Behind him waa Graff with another tray of aaod- wtrhea •Splendid!" laid Mitchell approv ingly. "Ill pour the coffee. Leila, en gulf this cheese sandwich. Ton look another girl already." "The bacon sandwiches will b« ready la a moment. Sir. MltchelL" Tbat food waa marvelous. The ba con sandwiches, when they came, wera crisp and appetizing. We all ats as if we were famished, and under the stim ulus of food and drink the talk went eagerly hack and forth. Slltchell went on to tell what eme he had been working on—the time It took rust stains to form. The ra diator had not been rusted; there had been tiny flecks In the paint on which the linen had touched unstained met al; and for rust Jo form, In those conditions, required more time than the Interval In which Deck had ab sented himself from the table. 'Tve been pointing that out to Don ahey all along," he said. “You couldn’t have left the handkerchief and re trieved It afterwards for you weren't In Harrlden’s room afterwards. Only on the threshold of Nora’s. Your ab sence gave time for radiator marks but not for rusL And Leila found rust In her tests." Deck raised his coffee cup. “To Leila—my salvation.” "Oh, you aren’t saved yet," said Mitchell drily. We talked about everything as it came Into our minds; I remember asking about the crescent and Its strange appearance in Anscn'a dead hand and Mitchell’s saying "It was just one of those things. Those things that you think are going to be cluea and turn out to be will of the wisps. I know that Mitchell told us some thing he had found ouL that Letty had been in the room with Nora after they had come np to dress. She had let that out when talking about the prints in the room. She had said, “Ot course my prints are there. I wai looking for Nora—and tiien I was la the room before—I went to dress. J oaf for ■ moment.” (TO BE CONTINUED) A SPEECH OF NOMINATION M OST of the reason for the title of these little stories—The Man Who—is supplied by the orators at political conventions who place the name of candidates in nom ination. Today from the loudspeakers come to most of us convincing talks, startlingly free of modesty, which extol the virtues of this favorite son or that one as his name is placed before convention delegates. But the most successful of these nominating speeches occurred long before static was a household word. It was made in Chicago at the Re publican convention of 1880 by James A. Garfield, and made hon estly, in behalf of the nomination of John Sherman. Its net result was that Sherman failed to win. the nomination but Garfield succeeded. So that Gar field, later a martyred President, actually is the man who nominat ed himself. Here is how it happened. Presi dent Hayes had pledged himself not to be a candidate. When the convention opened it was plain that great efforts would be made to nominate General Grant for a third term. Jamas G. Blaine was a formidable candidate but Grant had been presented in a glowing burst of oratory from Roscoe Conk- ling, a bitter enemy of Blaine. Garfield’s speech in behalf of Sherman followed Conkling's effort. Instead of qualifyng merely as an anti-clmax it is described by those who were there as an outstanding | oratorical triumph. Grant. Blaine. Sherman. George F. Edmunds. Elihu B. Washburne ! and William Windom divided the ) votes until the thirty-fourth ballot. ; Then Garfield, whose speech still resounded in the minds of the dele- | gates, received 17 votes. He immediately took the floor and protested that ha. waa there only in the interests of Sherman, whose candidacy he managed He was ruled out of order On the • next ballot his strength had in creased to 90 votes On the thirty- 1 sixth ballot, with 3M votes, he re ceived the nomination which his epochal speech had asked for an other man. OBIGINAL STEAM ftOLLEB ‘T’HE steam-roller may not cover * ground with the apeed of an antelope, but d gets there Just the same First of the steam-roller tacti cians to appear on the American political scene was the lllialrious Marcus A. Henna of Ohio, whose effective maneuvering* behind th* scenes still serve aa an outstand ing lemon in the political primer. Steam-roller methods of attain ing the objective, which in this caaa was the nomination of Wil liam McKinley for President, were first utilized by Mark Hanna in the Republican convention of IMS And they succeeoed Hanna had observed the amaz ing switch of delegate* to James A. Garfield in ItSO when the latter waa earnestly and honestly plead ing the cause of John Sherman of Ohio. Sherman tried again u. IMS, this time employing McKinley aa hia convention manager. At one stage of the proceedings, the report spread that if McKinley would say the word the strength of the delegates would be thrown to him. He promptly put an end to the movement, his vigorous inter ruption of the roll-call, for he al ready had received a vote, ending with a demand that: “No dele gate who would not cast reflection upon me shall cast a ballot for me. Hanna was impressed, as were many Mhers. From that day he moved his support from Sherman, who had been defeated three times, and began to groom McKinley for the presidency. The opportunity came in 1896. When the convention met, only ‘Tegular’’ delegates were seated. The national committee o.k.’d them, one by one, by the vote of 35 to 15. And it just happened they all were McKinley men. Newspaper reports of the times describe the proceedings as a farce. But at any rate they ware successful for McKinley’s princi pal opponent was courTng the southern vote, many of whom could not prove an unbroken chain of party fealty, and therefore were not seated. The result was an outstanding majority for McKinley on the first ballot, Thomas B. Retd of Maine running a tired second, flattened under the weight of the original steam-roller, today an accepted part of our national politics G Western Newspaper Union. IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL S UNDAY I / chool Lesson ofChlcaa*. * C Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for August 23 THE GOSPEL FOR ALL MEN LESSON TEXT—AcU 11:5-17; Roman* 1 GOLDEN TEXT—For God so 1 ® v * <s world, that he gave his only be*otU**Son. that whosoever beUeveth In him sntmld not perish, but have everlasting Me. John 3* 16 PRIMARY TOPIC—Peter Leorna a Les- S °JUNIOR TOPIC-*-Peter Makes a Great ^INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC —First Steps in World Brotherhood. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC —Universal Brotherhood in ChrisL Christianity early found its prog ress impeded by a difference of opinion. Such a difference when met in a Christian spirit will not be a stone of offense, but when prop erly and tactfully settled may be a stepping stone to progress. Jewish Christians at Jerusalem were disturbed by the report that Peter had received the gentile Cor nelius as a Christian brother with out requiring him to fulfill the Jew ish law of circumcision. Peter defended his action not by asserting his position or appealing to his apostolic authority, but by relating what God had done. Henry Drummond once said, “The best argument for Christianity is a Christian.” The best proof that God has actually been at work is to present the unanswerable evi dence of a redeemed soul. In thus making his plea Peter reveals that r. He Had a Vision of God’s Pur pose (w. 9-10). God had spoken to him. When we meet a man who is in touch with God. we should at once give heed. He may be. and perhaps should be. the minister or a Christian leader, but he may be and frequently is some humble, unknown servant of God. But if God has spoken to him we will do well to listen. Peter had learned the great lesson that what God had cleansed man should re ceive as clean II. He Had Seea God Work (w. IMS). The Holy Spirit had fallen on the gentiles and they actually had been aaved Is it not singular that in the early church they could hardly be have that a gentile could be saved* we are astonished if a Jew is d! Why will we In our unbelief l th* Holy One of Israel* i# all-powerful gospel of th* * of God is still saving man and woman. Jews and gentilao. from their sms Have you seen W haw pen* It is a great tnaptratioo to faith and aorvice God is ready ao to encourage us—he ts th* same u> day aa he waa when he sent Peter to Cornelius Are we willing to run his errands, proclaim has message* III Ho Had Received a Fresh In sight Into God’s Word (V. !•» The bent way to learn the mean ing of God's Word is to use It. live M. obey it *"If any man will do his will, he shall know of the dnrtrme, whether it be of God * C John 7 17). Peter had learned anew that God’s Word meant just what it said We who are his servants should be N f llev* his Word and act on it in fa ill Little Things Little things! Life and death, prosperity and ruin, happiness and misery, hang upon little things; they are like the Unch-pin to the wheel, on which depends the safe ty of the vehicle; they arc like the rudder to the vast mass which it guides; like the slender nerves to the hollow muscles IV. Hr Knew Better Thao to With stand God (v. 17). When God has not raised any har riers of race, creed, color, claaa. or aortal position, it ts not for his followers, and assuredly not for hia aervants. to build ’*fences'* which he would not authorize or counte nance One of the needs of our day is that those doing God’s work should not withstand him and hia will Ho who is the same yesterday, today, and forever is ready to work aa powerfully today as he did in the lays of Finney and Moody, and in the days of Abraham. Moses. Dan iel, and of Peter. Let us give him liberty to work in and through us, not as we may wish, but as he de sires. Who are we that we should withstand God? V. In Conclusion (Romans 1:15- 17). This portion presents a magnifi cent declaration from Peter’s co worker, Paul, the apostle to the gen tiles, that the gospel is the power of God unto salvation for everyone that believes, Jew or Greek. Regardless of race or condition, we are all un righteous, and there is but one way of salvation—through faith in Jesus Christ. It is our responsibil ity and privilege to make this mes sage known to all men everywhere. Your neighbor and mine, whether in the next house or on the other side of the world, is our opportu nity. Not one is unclean or un touchable, although he may be stained with the dark pollution of sin. God is ready and willing to save. Let us tell men the good news! Kindness I shall pass through this world but once; any good thing, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human creature, let me do it now; let me not defer it, ov neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.—S. Grellet. Pack Up Your Troubles I make the most of my enjoy ments. As for my troubles, I pack them in as little compass aa I can (or myself, and never let them an noy others.—Robert Southey.