Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 14, Number 63, Decatur, Adams County, 14 March 1916 — Page 2

A siorv (/Mountain Railroad Life #TfPANK H- SPEARMAN author of “whispering] novelized from the movSMITH” “THE MOUNTAIN ,NC PICTURE PLAY OF THE SMITH, THE MUUWI AIM SAM £ NAME. PRODUCED BY DIVIDE,” “STRATEC\ OF THE SIGNAL FILM CORPORAGREAT RAILROADS,” ETC. T ION. com OHT, l*l>, »Y FRANK H. SPEARMAN, j

SYNOPSIS. Little Helen Holme*, daughter of General Holmes, railroad man, Is rescued from imminent danger on a scenic rullrjai 1 y George Storm, a newsboy. Grown 1 , young womanhood, Helen saves Storm, now a fireman, her father, and his friends .A,. Rhinelander, financier, and Robert r igrue. promoter, from a threatened colj ■:.,.I, s tiebreakers employed by Seagrue seal General Holmes' survey plans of the out off line for the Tidewater, fatally wound the general and eseape. Her father's estate badly involved by his death, ~ ,i v !,) work on the Tidewater. 11,1. II r. Clivers the survey plans from Seae: , #i rid though they are taken from her, fines an a, identally made proof of the' survey blueprint. Storm is employed by Rhinelander. Spike, befriended by Helen, in his turn saves her and the right-of-way contracts when Seagrue kidnaps her. Helen and Storm win for }! nclnnder a race against Seagrue for right of way. NINTH INSTALLMENT A CLOSE CALL Despite Seagrue's persistent opposition, Rhinelander secured the right of way to enable him to complete the Superstition cut-off, and unable to Step tne Tidewater construction work, Seagrue r, solved to try other methods to defeat his rival. Helen Holmes was enjoying the taste of camp life that her trip to the front had brought. And after the excitement had died dfivvn attending the destruction ot Cassidy's house, she found t self amused and interested in Cassidy himself, who* was busy next morning trying to restore a muchbattcred stove to service near the wreck of his shack. Helen watched hit dazed efforts until sympathy overcame her. and excusing herself, she waive,* over to where Cassidy was struggling to get a fire going. Seagrue, who had been watching the scene from a distance, saw Helen Join the old fellow, and deemed it his opportunity to make tentative advances toward the collective enemy. Sauntering over, accordingly, he Joined Helen at a moment in which she sent (Tiiiidy for water and was herself watching the fire starting in the stove. Helen looked up’ln astonishment when she heard Seagrue’s greeting, indeed, she resented his intrusion so strongly that she refused all commun- j Ication with him and for a time he spoke into deaf ears. “You ought not to be too hard on me, Helen,” he urged at length. “Any man will fight for his life against ruin. That's all I've done. Everything I have in the world is tied up in this Superstition cut-off. Ilut more than once I said to myself, I would willingly sacrifice it all to regain your friendship.” He spoke slowly and looked so beaten and worried as he lingered in the penumbra of Helen’s gazo that she be"l Hate to Bring These Sack, but I Can’t Double-Cross Seagrue!” gan to denounce him indignantly fori his villainous conduct. He took her stinging reproaches without resentment. “I admit,” he said, "my temper carries me too far,, sometimes." •'Sometimes!” echoed Helen. ”Aj hundred and fifty!” •‘When I do get angry,” confessed, Bcagrue, “I lose my head. I stop at] nothing. When it’s all over, nobody : Is sorrier for it than I am. I have; acted shamefully. I know that. And what hurts the most is that it should have cost me your friendship and my uncle’s.” While the talk thus begun the two was going on in this fashion, Storm, who had been experimenting with eome new jacks, noticed what Helen was doing; and that the man standing near her was none other than Seagrue. Scarcely able to believe his eyes, the young constructionist called to Rhinelander to look. The latter himself from his new mar

eames long enougn to see wnat storm had seen and putting another man in i- charge of the work, he hurried off, £i followed by Storm, over la Cassidy's n zone. h They arrived together just in time ■t to find Seagrue putting wood on ilel--1 en’s fire. He turned from his peaceo ful role to greet Rhinelander, quite y casually, with a good morning; Helen I’ In good spirits, was stepping rapidly around preparing a meal. Rhinelandn er looked from one to the other in f amazement, and striding forward, cony fronted Seagrue. “What does all this » thing mean?” he demanded angrily, r "What are you up to now, Seagrue?” r Seagrue met the wrathful greeting composedly. His answer was amiable and unruffled. “We have been talking 1 over old times, Uncle Amos.” He indicated Helen by the slightest nod. ‘‘l’ve told Helen, what you well know, that everything 1 have in the world • has been tied up in this fight. But t I’ve also told her I would sacrifice ev- > ery bit of it to regain your good will » and hers. I'm sorry for the lengths , I’ve gone to. It's been a mistake. It i doesn’t reflect any credit on me, 1 know that. But can’t we forget it? i Forget everything, here and now, and i work together, you and I, for the future instead of trying to cut each oth--1 er's throats? Why not combine our interests, uncle, and take a fresh start?” But Rhinelander, gentle though he was in disposition and forbearing to a degree that surprised his friends, was yet too old in the ways of the world to put his trust in assurances without deeds to back them. He regarded Seagrue firmly: “This fight,” he said briefly, “was not one of our choosing, Seagrue. You forced us into it,” he reminded his nephew. “We cannot compromise now when sure of success.” Seagrue, whether hopeless, or dogged in his attitude, took the rebuke hard. He did not resent it but he looked down and out. So much so that Helen felt sorry. She even made i occasion, as he stood gloomily watch-. ir.g her, to go over to him and express ; her regret that Rhinelander did not i leel, as she did, that it might be bet-; | ter for everybody to try to be friends once more. Storm, who had stood apart and was churning inside at the situation, now; intervened: “Come over to camp,' Helen. That man doesn’t mean a word of what he says. Y'ou’re wasting time listening to him. Come along.” She resented the positive way in which the words were spoken. Her; manner when she answered revealed, some of her impatience: “I’ll i she said, with a suggestion of curtness, "just as soon as I get through here.” Rhinelander detected her resentment. He knew better than anyone in the world that the spirited girl could not bo driven and could not even be coaxed too far. He beckoned to Storm. “Let's go,” he suggested in an undertone. ’■ j Storm seemed against the proposal, i 1 khinelander quietly urged it. “Y’ouj can’t do any good," he explained inj a low tone. “I know what's best.' Come with me.” Storm, angry as a schoolboy, atj what he deemed the folly of giving ( the slightest countenance to Seagrue,followed his friend reluctantly. But having averred she would not go,; Helen, conscious herself now of the strain of the situation, turned to Sea-; grue and told him she must be leaving. He extended his hand. “I'm sor-i ry the trouble has gone so far,” she: said hurriedly, as she shook hands with him to show she bore no irre-i movable ill will. “But I guess there's no help for the situation at present.” Seagrue watched her follow Rhinelander and Storm, who waited for her on the edge of the camp. Tho three went on together towards Rhinelander's outfit car still discussing the troublesome subject. Seagrue, however, realized he must do something, if not in one way in another, and he left j Cassidy's to send for a local attorney ■ who had already acted for him in ] right-of-way matters. j To him, when he arrived, Seagrue j explained his present predicament tor er. outlet. “What I must know is,” he said, “whether the city of Las Vegas v/ill grant our people a right of way along here through city property?’ The attorney shook nis head. “I don’t think that can ever be put over.” Seagrue was cold. “You've got to do it. There’s no ether way for us to get through. If you hold us up on it, v/e shall be compelled to abandon our line here.” With this cannon cracker exploding under him, the attorney promised ho would see what cc"’3 bo done. "But I want you along with me," he declared, “to lay the case before the city authorities yourself.” The two started for town together.

i fn Seagrue’s camp. Spike, an nour later, was seated in front of a tent j cleaning a lamp when Seagrue rei turned still in company with the atI torney. Their sounding out of the city j fathers had been unsuccessful and 1 3eagruo handed his foreman a notice i to post on the bulletin board: Work will be suspended on the Coast and Colorado cut-off until i-as Vegas grants a right of way to allow this company to reach the Superstition mines. Spike, sauntering over, read tho notice. Seagrue's eye fell on him at that moment and a recollection of what he termed Spike's treachery came to his mind. He spoke to the convict roughly. "I suppose you know that In helping Rhinelander get those contracts, you caused this trouble, Spike.” Spike glanced at him with an angry shake of the head. “Rhinelander didn’t need mo to get the contracts. 1 Helen Holmes is the one that beat 1 you, Seagrue.” ’ The remark did not help to soothe 1 Seagrue’s irritation. He kept after Spike all the harder. "If you cross ' me again,” he said, threateningly, “I'll hand you over to some high voltage, my friend.” ' The wrangle was going from bad to worse when Bill came in with Seagrue’s coat. The latter, putting it on, took his hat, directed Lug to post the bulletin, beckoned to the attorney and accompanied by him and Bill, started 1 for the station to catch the main line local then due. When the train pulled in Seagrue ajid the attorney boarded it. Bill started back for camp. 1 Spike, left alone, went into his tent. He sat some moments thinking. Then he rose and from a corner got out the suit of clothes, carefully put away, that Helen had bought for him in Lao Vegas. The least he could do, ho felt, was to take this over to Rhinelander's camp and return it to her with such lame explanation as he could invent to covgr the occasion. He found Helen alone. She regarded him strangely as he approached. Spike would rather have faced a sheriff than to face her on such an errand. He shuffled toward her ill at ease and her silence did not help allay his embarrassment. "I know you bought the clothes for me," he muttered, “because I helped you get the contracts. I hated to turn back the way I did to Seagrue’s camp.

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I bate to bring these back tnsyoxi. But the way I’m fixed I can’t doublecross Seagrue.” Helen saw he was greatly humiliated. And she was mystified a little by his words. “Spike,” she said, kindly, “the clothes are nothing. But what have I done to you that you should treat me in the way you did?” Spike shuffled on his feet and swung his head uneasily. “Not a thing in the world,” was all he could say. i - “Why have you acted in this way?” ; she demanded. “I bought you a ticket J to the city—you promised to go —why ■ didn't you?” ! He labored in continued confusion j to explain. He tried to tell her Sea- ' grue had done many things for him; I he told her he owed Seagrue a lot of money and he had no hope of ever paying him back except by work, and that he didn't feel he ought to break away now, St3m and Ruinelander came up at that moment. They greeted Spike. He avoided their eyes as much as possible and returned their greeting in a shame-faced way. Helen answered the surprise thrt overspread the faces of Storm and Rhinelander. “It's no wonder he’s ashamed to speak to you,” she said severely. “You would hardly believe it, I know; but the fact is he has turned over to Seagrue again.” The two men looked at Spike with undisguised contempt Their attitude made him desperate. “Oh, I know ; what you think of me,” he said with a reckless swing of his head. “I can’t ; help it. I can’t explain. It would take I me from new till the middle of next ' week, if I tried—and then you’d think less of me than you do now. Never be kind to me again. It’s hopeless for me—but I can’t help it.” The three watched him shuffle away. Rhinelander shook his head. “There’s a mystery somewhere in it. I can’t make It out. Some day we’ll know.” i "Well, in any case, I certainly don’t i want these clothes,” declared Helen, , looking at the bundle Spike had left ■ in her hands. "They're no use in tho world to me.” A laborer was passing. “Here, you—” she said to the man, , “take this suit. If it fits you.” she added, before the man cculd i scorer from his surprise, “it’s your 3.” At Seagrue’s camp, Bill and the paymaster were handing checks out to the men. The latter stood about the car I

. I in discontented groups and discussed i | their| situation in being thrown j iso suddenly out of work. The payj muster handed Bill a check. It was : lor Spike. Bill yolled his name. A j man hard by pointed to Rhinelander's ; ! . amp. "Thoro’B Spike,” said the man, ] "over there at Rhinelander’s.” Bill’s sharp eyes followed the ges- | turo. Spike nt that moment was juat | | leaving Rhinelander, , Helen and , Storm. Bill, a knave of more than j ordinary discernment and one who | hated Spiko for his share in the fight ; at Las Vegas, saw in the incident his j chance to get even. He put the cheek ] aside and a moment later when Spiko appeared at tho pay car. Bill was ready. Descending tho car steps. Bill called jo Spiko as the latter came forward. Bill advanced to meet him. “What do you mean, Spike,” demanded Bill in loud and aggressive tones, pitched so that everybody might hear, “by running over to Rhinelander’s camp , ail the time? What are you up to tow, Spike?" . Spike was in the worst possible mood to bo badgered by anybody. With a hot expletive he bade Bill mind his own business, and offered gratuitously to break his head. , Bill turned to the men with a shout: “This is the duck," he cried, “that helped Rhinelander steal our right of | j way, boys. He's the guy that's thrown ]us all out of work. What do you j know about that?’,’ Spike, in most opprobrious language, flatly gave Bill the lie. The men, most of whom were spoiling for a i row, closed in to hear and devour the | heated argument that the two enemies engaged in. Accusations and denials fell thick and fast: abuse followed assertions; hard words and a deep-seated enmity raised the tempers cf both men, and Bill, without further warning, swung and sent Spike with a terrific left-hander to the ground. Spike was no sooner down than up. He came back at Bill goaded to fury by the unprovoked attack. Men crowded up. Their cries and shouts had already attracted the attention of Storm and Helen who stood with Rhinelander still discussing Spike: Storm wai the first to perceive what was going on in Seagrue’s camp. ! "They’re after Spike,” he exclaimed. ■ j“Look! Down he goes—that bullnecked Bill hit him. He’s up again The whole bunch are jumping him.

They’ll kill that fellow. Well,” he mused, as the clamor grew and Spike, lighting desperately to keep from being surrounded, went down again. “1 suppose he’s no great loss.” “But,” cried Helen, “we can’t see a man murdered before our eyes. I won't stand it. I’ll go help him myself if nobody else will.” Undismayed by the undertaking, Helen, followed by Rhinelander trying to stop her, hurried toward Seagrue's camp. Storm, with more forethought, hastily got together such of his men as were within hearing, and yelling in his turn to Helen to wait, started after her and Rhinelander. Fast as the men ran, none could overtake her flying feet. She dashed into the thick of the fight ahead of everybody and seizing Spike, pushed back his assaili ants. They stopped an instant from sheer unazement at seeing a lovely girl, oeemlngly fallen from the sky. In the middle of a hot scrimmage. Rhinelander rushed to her side. ’’Hands off,” he cried, putting Spike behind him. “Shame! Twenty to one! Where’s your manhood?” Without pausing ft> consider this irrelevant question, the mob started in to hammer Spike and Rhinelander both. It was then that George Storm's preparedness was vindicated. He fought his way into the ring, followed by a dozen huskies, who beat back Seagrue's men till Storm was enabled to pull Spike awaj—hi 3 men holding the Hne back of him. But this diversion was good only for a moment, and Storm—not unused to riots and fighting—knew better than his companions the necessity oi further instant dispositions. Helen had kept close to her friends. “We've get to got him out of here quick,” exclaimed Storm to her. “They’ll tear him limb from limb if they get him again: Helen,”lie cried. “Back the outfit cars down the cut-off for us, will you, as quick as the Lord will let you? We’ll hustle him inside cue.” Helen ran. Rhi'.-*2lander and Storm, "!-ki;ig Spike, now almost unconscious. dragged hit?, fast as they covld. from the scene, their mou covering their retreat and giving ground only as they were forced to by sheer weight of numbers. Fighting stub- | bornly step by step in this way. Storm

! I and Rhinelander dragging their tm* don in front of the protesting line--which threatened every moment to give way under the fierce M***” ll *- got Spike to the cut-off track. Helen had reached the engine cab and was ready to pull out the cars. Together the two mon threw Spike bodily In tho open door of the last car. Cltm ling aboard after Rhinelander, Storm signaled to Helen in the cab. sbo j opened the throttle, and Just as ' Seagrue's angry men reached the car, Storm slammed the door shut ana Helen moved the string hastily down the track. i The incident would have been closed, with tho him! outfit car making rapidly towards safety, had not tho wholly unexpected happened to Upset Storm’s plan. That very Jay Rhinelander's linemen had set in half a dozen telegraph poles and the anchor wire of one of these placed near (the track, caught, as the second last [car sped past, on the step. The pole Iswayed violently. For a moment Rhinelander's men, watching, hoped It might clear. Hut crashing suddenly forward, It fell between the last two cars, struck the coupling heavily and Bprung the knuckle. Helen, watching from the cab, saw what happened. She hastily applied the air and feeling they were now far enough away to be safe from the angry men. did not worry about the accident until she perceived as she brought the train to a stop that the (outfit car. last in the string, had become detached from the train and was running away. Inside this Rhinelander and Storm were working on Spike. He opened his eyes after a time and they told him he was safe, not suspecting themselves that their car was now running wild and down a long grade, to the main line. Indeed, they felt so relieved at Spiked return to consciousness that several moments passed before signs of the accident recorded themselves to Storm’s experienced ear. The car was

running too far and too fast and springing to the door he pulled it open to see what Helen was doing in the cab. A glance told him the story. “We’re running away,” he cried to Rhinelander, who Joined him. Storm sprang for the side ladder. Helen was alive to the new danger to her friends. But how to help them taxed, for an instant, her ingenuity. To chase them with the engine, as they were headed for the main line, might end in a more serious disaster than now seemed imminent. The main line passenger train was almost due at Baird and the thought of this fact was first in Helen’s mind. Near where she stood was Seagrue's metor car, the one her abductors had used only a few days before. She ran to this and springing into the seat, turned over the engine, accelerated as fast as she dare, and was off in pursuit of the runaway. She was sure she must pass Arden station before she possibly could catch the wild car and pulling the cushion from the seat beside her, scribbed hastily across it with a piece of chalk: Runaway car from cut-off on main line. Stop passenger at Baird. With this in her hands as she tore past Arden station, she rose to her feet, balanced herself with an effort and flung the cushion with all the force she could summon through the operator’s window. On the deck of the runaway car Storm had seized the brake. With a violent twist he brought the chain up taut and mindful of the energy needed to check the disastrous momentum they were attaining, threw his whole strength against the wheel. He might have saved his companions and himself even then, had not the chain, weakened by rust, snapped under the tremendous strain put on it. The deck became impossible and to avoid being shot off it. Storm climbed down the swaying ladder again into the car. Alone, Storm would not have given his peril a thought. He could drop off a car step or from a cab gangway with either moving twice as fast,' with entire safety to himself. But Spike, though conscious, was desperately groggy; In fact, helpless. He had proved his reckless skill more than once and unhurt could have followed Storm in jny leap the railroad man dare venture. He lay now aslittle able to help himself as a baby. Casting all this up in his mind, tho young railroader decided there was' but one man’s thing for him to do xnd that was to stay with his companions whether all lost their lives or not. At Ardon station the astonished operator had just time to dodge Hel.m’a flying motor car cushion aa It smashed through the window. It lraded on the fioqr. The chalk scrawl on the top caught his eye. In the dispatchers’ office the chief was sitting at his deck and a dispatcher was on his trick at the instrument. He answered Arden instantly, Dole the startling message, walked hurriedly over to the chief and handed it to him: H. C. W. Runaway car from cut-cff on main line. Stop passenger at Baird.—L. The dispatcher sprang to his tr tin sheets and back with them to the cfcief who dictated the only possible answer; Passenger left Ealrd four minutes ago. It was too late to avoid a collision. They could only await the Issue. With Arden station left far behind, Helen, making the utmost possible speed in Seagrue's machine, scanned the track ahead for a glimpse of the wild car. Resolved at any cost to overtake it she was running the tia.

. ~ wgv and on the chine on J eter ’mlned effort, track itself >’ r ‘ f t ue runWhen she . t X\ccn upon it. away, no one .a*»' and storm but she knew H"inelana ovor . were Inside * nd d#d her horn haul c haso. she , est ving Insistently. 1 “0 common f ,ke ’ t&VmSed himself partly todanger had puiiea glde do or. gether. looked out at their To their amazement ttn 7 heels Helen bumping JtoSH in Seagrue’s machine. Sb. .tgojout them excitedly. Sb• word to them but could not_make hoard above the { Rhinelander and Storm did mnke o sisrisa.--Threw His Whole Weight on the

Brake. careful aim. threw it up on top of the car. The men secured the shoe and read the note: Passenger due —Must ditch car—Jump. Rhinelander and Storm looked at each other and looked down the line. The smoke of the passenger train rose on the horizon. There was nothing to do but what Helen directed. They thought of Spike below, but Helen was calling to them and without further delay the two men jumped one after the other down into the machine. They told Helen of Spike's plight. She nodded as if the difficulty were po more than a detail, slued the machine from between the rails, drove around the outfit car, slowed alongside it and all three shouted. Spike, hearing his name, listened and sat up. He saw the machine outside the door and crawled forward but he was unequal to a leap. Rhinelander and Storm urged him to make every effort. He got to his feet and did the best he could toward a Jump. The men together half caught and half ; pulled him into the machine. With the three aboard, Helen sped on ahead of the runaway. Storm had decided what to do. “I’ll drop off the hind end, Helen,’’ he exclaimed, “and derail the car.” She caught his idea. “Quick!” she cried. “No time to lose.” I Storm rolled over the back of the machine and dropped to the ground. A bridge spanned an arroyo just ahead. Running forward. Storm caught up such loose rocks as he could reach and placed them along the track. Helen, choosing a negotiable point, turned her machine courageously off the right of way and steered it safely down the embankment. The outfit car struck the rocks Storm had thrown on the track. It reeled, plunged wildly into the air and shot headlong over the bridge into the bottom of the arroyo, In the distance the oncoming passenger train was whistling for a crossing close ahead. Storm running back to the track, cleared it hurriedly of the obstructions. The engineer of the train, scenting trouble, tried to check his train, but it was too late and Storm, to save himself, dropped down between the ties and hung there till the heavy train hurtled past. No engine driver was ever more relieved than the man in the passenger cab, when he saw himself safely across. He stopped his train. From the foot of the bridge, Iralen, Spike and Rhinelander were making their wav to the top and were with Storm when the crew and passengers came back. The engiiiema-n angrily told the conductor the trouble. But after Storm's brief story, he was as grateful as he had been indignant. The conductor, knowing the anxiety among the dispatchers, urged his passengers on board and the train hastened on. The moment it pulled into Arden the conductor gave the details to the operator and the latter wired headquarters. In the dispatchers' office it was the chief himself who jumped to the instrument when he heard the Arden ca|l. u was the chief who took the message telling how Helen and Storm had saved the train. But the chief as he wiped his face with his liandkerchief, reflected that it was only an other incident in the day’s work on the rail happily, instead of tragicallv, Closed. * * At the bridge Spike was trying to express his gratefulness to the three who had rescued him. They left the scene together in the commandeered machine; and with perhaps a little better understanding of one another than any of them had yet reached (TO BE CONTINUED.)

KNUW HOW TO SAY GOOD-BY When Time Comes to Go Don't Try Do Diplomatic About It, Pr| t . • oner Says. Nothing Is more embarrass,ing th 8n not to know how to say good-by. The predicament places one at a gross dts advantage. He becomes awkward, clumsy, floundering His hands are hams and his Angers swollen fra j furters. He stands round ready and willing to go, but doesn't know how t 0 break away. Ho wants to go, feels that others would like to see him vamocse. that h«v has overstayed hta welcome and that his presence is a trespass on hospitality, but ho stair.mere, halts, hesitates, mumbles and Is all messed up over the matter ot saying good-by and getting out. He would thank his*lucky stars 1! some "bouncer" would come along and cud the agony by throwing him out Now, remember, there’s only one thing to do in a case like that, when you have got a thing to say, say it. Just say “Good-by” and be honest and not diplomatic about it and see how nicely you settle the difficulty.—Erma tho New Era, Federal Peulteiitiary, Leavenworth. ANTS PROVIDED WITH LIGHT Curious Phenomenon -That Has for Some Time Attracted Attention of Scientists. There has been observed a curious phenomenon connected with the nests of the Brazilian white ants or termites. These, when seen on the headwaters of the Rio Vcrdo, seem to be covered with tiny stars, wliich give the nest the aspect of a miniature tov.fr brilliantly Illuminated. When the nest is struck with a stick the lights go out only io reappear again little by little, Caatelnau, in the middle of the last century, reported a similar spectacle near the city of Goyaz. According to * hi.; account, the lights were produced

by an immense number of small phosphorescent larvae, which withdrew iaio the galleries of the mound wtea an attempt was made to capture them. It has beep pointed out by several authorities that these exhibitions are probably confined to some particular species or to some special occasion cr -conditions of termite life, since many scientists have spent considerable periods of investigation in Brazil without seeing them. When "Honesty" Paid. The secretary of tho New York Prison association tells of the answer a thief gave to the question “Is boaesty the best policy." It was in the Elmira reformatory, where a das' tjj undergoing igstructicn. A yctifj 1 man asked permission to answer the que3ticn. “I believe honesty is th host policy," said he, “because of a care where I knew it to work that way. See? There was two yctas fellows in New York and they was crooked, see? And they didnt sue cecd. They went to Philadelphia, and they turned over a new leaf and agreed to be square and honest. They opened a clothing store, see.’ And they prospered. They got everybody s confidence, and they borrowed SIM.fOO to enlarge their business, and then they failed and get away with every cent of the money, which they never could have done ts they badEt keen honest. See?" Current for Heating Homes. According to the Electrical World, electric heating has been seriousd tried in a great many places in No" way, and reports made by a royal ccnmission indicate that a plciasant. eua temperature Is possible with an expenditure of from 30 watts to wa! ;S por cubic meter of space—3» CU ’-- :C feet. This will keep the temperature of a room at 64 degrees Fahrenheit with auxiliary heating when the thermometer registers as low as from ■' to 5 degrees Fahrenheit. Under the* circumstances electric heating is assumed to be cheaper than other sue when the energy can be supplied “ *7 to $8.25 per horse power per annual cn maximum demand. — Scientist American. False Eyes for Animals. Among the most difficult thin" 5 which taxidermists have t do 1* ing glass eyes for the animats tx’ mount These eyes arc made of d * hollow within and open at the bac - so that the Inner surface may bo P**® ed any color. No two animus aro alike, and It requires a great of skill and practice before a | competent to paint the eyes fiti’-’- 4 ’-. A lion's eye. for example, is bnowrJsh-black, while the l riS chreme yellow, but streaked in f t - peculiar fashion that it is an et.tre® ly difficult thing to Imitate it wc Tho eye of a giraffe is still n ,pre ticult, as that animal has a brown'--Mack eye with a peculiar sheen, very hard to imitate. , Women and the Arts. I believe that woman loves ; '. i better than does man. She u> * ground for the development of a £; artist, for she approaches ;ir! r , sympathy, while the great bulk 1 approach it with fear and 1 | shrinking from the idea that ■ 1 disturb their, seH-ocinplact «< •' • ‘ [ prejudice goes so far that. **“’*,: | en are attracted to artists as 1 men are generally afraid ° ! ‘J'.jy Abe- practice the arts, or they ■ ~ | them. It is not a question ci ■ Is a question of art.-W. L. GeoM the Atlantic.