Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 February 1910 — Page 3
The Quest of Betty Lancey
' S Copyright, 1909, by W. O. Chapman. Copyright in Grant Britain
CHAPTER IX.— ( Continued. 1 The -visit of Mr. Franz threw ho hew light on the Wayne murder nwatery. As to the disappearance of 'Petty Lancey .-and of the Man-Apferilla these riddles were still at Their baffling Inception. The police -found themselves up against a polygonal enigma: The murder of Cerisse Wayne; the Identity and whereabouts of Hamley Hackleye; the unparalleled reserti- »] an * e between Mrs. Harcourt and Mrs. Waynef the disappearance of ® e * ty Lancey; and The appearance and disappearance of the Man-Aperilla —all surrounding the of Mrs. Wayne. - - Larry Morris grevf tftin and gaunt as the days passed on, and no tidings came from the missing Betty. Harcourt’s wife had been taken to a sanitarium and Harcourt was held to jail pending her recovery and the clearance of the mystery. The copy of the letter Harcourt had made was pronounced by experts to be a disguised hand, and the signature of Harold Harcourt on the hotel register was found to be almost Identical with the formation of the initials.H. H. appended to the letters found among the effects of the <Jead Cerisse Wayne. Opinion was divided among various speculations and sozpe thought that Harcourt had killed Mrs. Wayne, other theorists held that Harold Harcourt and Hamley Hackleye were the same; others still, that Harcourt had been masquerading as Hackleye, and in that way explained the vanishing of Hackleye. This left still Unaccounted for the abduction of Betty and the mystery of the Man-Aperilla. Larry Morris persistedtly held to It that it was only right that an expedition should be fitted up and sent to Africa to see if there might be any further clews picked up there. His paper laughed at him, and one editor, who guessed the condition of Larry’s heart, called him a "lovesick fool.” Larry fumed until one night late in August he had a dream about Betty. He saw her in a jungle, amidst a horde of libyans and hideous black men. And she was standing there stretching out 1 her hands to him. Her voice, thick with pain, called out to him, ‘‘Larry! Oh, Larry!” That settled Larry Morris. He threw up his job the very next day, and with Johnny Johnson in tow left for New York. Five days later Larry had made a tie-up with a press syndicate to go to Africa, along with Johnny Johnson, and see what could be done towards tracing out that end of the tale. They had no charts, nothing but a few half obliterated postmarks torn from letters found in the safety deposit box kept with Doubleday, Franz & Co., but on these Larry was pinning much faith. It was the mustard seed he hoped would move a mounta.n.
' CHAPTER X. Betty Lftncey came back to consciousness and the world of things as mortals think they see them, with a most monstrous smell of sulphur choking her. As nearly as she could distinguish the room was filled with glass globes the circumference of a fairsized musk-melon, and every globe a-twitter with lemon yellow or pale\ violet lights, bathing the room with odd sputtered flashes. Realities reverted slowly. Betty made out a ceiling, domelike and corrugated, later a floor, and eventually descried that she was nestling on a couch piled soft and easy with pungent pillows. Barely hac| she discerned these facts when a swaddled personage confronted her. It was tall and garbed In sombre swatchings that left the outlines of its great bulk all in doubt. "Ah, that is better,” came the gutural comment, “do you wish more medicine?” “No, indeed,” she expostulated. “I didn't wish any in the first place. Why did you give it to me? Where am I?" The being answered with a shrug. “Pray, calm yourself, my dear Miss Lancey. I only trust the machinations of this electrical apparatus will not disturb yc>u too much. Do be quiet! Do not excite' yourself unduly." “Oh, but who are you? Where am I? And why?" Betty. “There’s such a rushing in my head,- such a sounding in my ears, and that swish and swash of water —what does it ail \mean? Am I delirious or dreaming?" “You’ve been both," replied the figure, “but you're better now. Well enough to go--into the salon where you can rest far more comfortably than lu here: As to who I am—well, you may call me Le Malheureux if you like it s suits me better than any other title, for I am the unhappiest In all the world! My baptismal name was Francis—Francis—the free —but freedom for me —never!” The figure sunk in a heap. Above t 1.%. sputterings of the electrical apparatuses Betty could distinguish the swirl of wave?, and the surge of deep water. She tried to rise but was tdo weak, and reclined once more upon her pillows. Vainly she endeavored to recall what had passed before. Event after event raced through her brain. She remembered dimly "as child traces back the progress of an evil dream the Incidents of her last waking hours. The Inquest of Cerlsse Wayne, the scene in the Directory Hotel, the quest for the papers, her attempt to interview the mysterious woman, and last of air that shuddering fright that fearful, struggling embrace with a I horrible furry being that held her in a j
By MAGDA F. WEST
grasp from which escape was impossible, endurance Intolerable. She glanced at the heap of draperies by the side of the couch, watched the swing and sway of the room about her, and- tried to gather' her tortured senses together. Betty Lancey had never had any imagination, but she was possessed always with the poise of six men and the common sense of a dozen. She examined her hands carefully, anM found them without scratch or bruise. She felt no soreness of body but a numb heaviness of brain, and a confused medley of thought. She closed her eyes and again dropped Into a numbness. She awakened from dreams of a meal at Le Roy’s with Larry Morris urging her to “have Just another piece of this steak, Betty, do.” By her side was. a small table, neatly spread with dainty linen, fragile china, and exquisite silver, laden with a dozen appetizing viands. A negro woman of hulking build was gently bathing her temples. “That’s right, child,” said the black woman, “open your eyes and you’ll feel better. Open your lips, too, and taste this broth. It’s so nice! I made it for you, Just the way Mr. Francis likes it He says it is the nicest he ever ate.” Mention of “Mr. Francis” fetched to mind the shock of an earlier hour to Betty. She suffered herself to be fed, which the negress did as gently as a mother might With reviving strength Betty found, her tongue again. She questioned her sprvitor closely. “Have I been sick or drugged?” “You’ve been very sick, my girl. But this sea voyage will put you right - again. When you get back from Africa, you’ll ” “From Africa?” shrieked Betty. “Oh where and why. and how am I going there? Oh, what has happened to me?” “You’re sailing straight for Africa in the most comfortable manner possible,” answered the negress, “but a)s I tell you, you’ll be sent home well and safe.” Betty sank back quieted and dutifully ate for the negress. When she had 'finished the black woman went away and came back with steamer rugs and wrappings. “My name is Tyoga,” announced the negress, bluntly. Then she set about combing Betty’s sadly tangled hair, and wound the braids loosely around her fevered head. “Pin going to take you up.on deck, now. Mr. Francis says you need the air.” Tall and strong as Betty once had been the giant negress picked her up as if she had been a little girl, and bore her to the upper deck and placed her in a luxuriously arranged steamer chair.
The glare of "the sun on the water hurt Betty’s eyes terribly, but the salt breeze refreshed her and the relief from the smell of sulphur and the sputterings of the electrical flashes was unbounded. The surface of the water was unwrinkled and sea and sky were joined without a visible seam at the juncture. The craft on which she was sailing was thk oddest Betty had ever seen. Not larger than a comfortable yacht, it. was devoid of rigging, machinery, or even sailors so far as the casual eye could note. All. around pervaded that uncanny silence born of the dearth of human companionship. Tyoga pushed a little table covered with books close to Betty's side, tucked her round with the blankets, and handed her a little bell. “I shall be busy below,” announced the negress, “but If you want me. ring.” Then she disappeared down a hatchway. Betty picked up the magazines listlessly and found in addition several current scientific journals in French and in German, numerous of the lighter American and English periodicals, and a San Franscisco daily of a date several days prior to the murder of Cerisse Wayne. The yacht, for such Betty termed it in the absence Of any more accurate knowledge of the nature of the craft, made good time through the water. Its soft motion, and the glare of the sun, sea and sky acted as a gentle hypnotic and Betty, with a few final efforts for the retention of consciousness found herself slipping into a dream of wild unrest. Once it seemed to her that the Malheureus stood beside her, and then again Tyoga—she had hard shift to differentiate between them, both were so tall, so hulking, so sombre. Had she not heard their voices in a* guttural converse whose syllables she could not distinguish. Bhe would have thought that the dual personality was but a trick of her rebellious fancy and that only one person beside herself was aboard this yacht of enchantment or delirium. The golden day faded in a rainbow clash o< scarlet and silver, jasper apd jade, pink and purple and gold and green.— Pale evening, star-shot and misty fallowed in its footsteps. At Intervals'Betty roused to be fed, only to fall again into her dreams of things chaotic and things incomplete. Then when it grew the dark gray dusk, with a tight and shrivelled little quarter of a moon above them, Betty heard the twang and tinkle of a banjo begide her, and looking sawsLe Malheureux. deep in the shadow, picking from the strings of the instrument melodies with all the heartbrwtk and atl the soul-ache of the world within their measures. As the night darkened the music grew more weird and from the hatcfi.jtfay jotired tn Tyoga’s voice, deep, rich, alluring as the jungles from whepce she had come, and the yacht *. c ... ’ \ , * . ■ '
sailed on arid on to the south, with Betty fast asleep and all unconscious of the world-wide search for her, now paralleling'jhe mystery of the murder of Cerisse Wayne. : A—...... CHAPTER XI. One day Betty, tired of watching the seascope slip monotonously by, sampled putting her foot to the deck. The touch of the timber wakened ambition Within her, so the second foot slowly followed the first. Then Betty made another try, and found that she could stand erect —rather tottery, it was true. Then she . tried to walk, but hardly had she gone half a dozen steps when Tyoga was with her. - “Careful, careful,” smiled the negress. “Don’t try too much, and be careful, mighty careful ’round this boat. This is a bad boat, Missy, it ought to fly the pirate flag.” Betty shivered. She had grown to like Tyoga, for the negress had been itself in the services she had given to the young American girl. Taciturn and commanding, Betty had never been able to evoke from her either the object or the direction of their Journey beyond what the negress had told her that first morning. That she had been very ill, Betty knew, and* that Le Malheureux was a physician of high skill she had shrewdly guessed. Betty rarely saw him, never in a bright light, though when he played on deck of nights, as he always did, the magic, mystery and misery in the music made her heart throb and her eyes fill with tears. It was the wail of a heart and of a soul in prison, and in despair. All endeavors to elicit any information from her surroundings having failed, Betty had resigned herself to the inevitable* postponed the finding of the answer and estimating her own enfeebled condition had got. down to taking things as she found them, reveling in the salt and sweep of Nature and the sea-air and the willy-nilly voyage that had fallen to her lot. Time and its reckoning had all been lost. Betty, - finding that the comptometer of the days bad slipped from her mind did not try to retain it She merely rested and waited. But there were times, occasions and remarks that Tyoga and Le Malheureux both would ofttimes make that caused' Betty to shiver, and forced her once more into a wonderment of the wherefore and the why. “Don’t, Tyoga!” she fretted now. You make me so unhappy when you speak like that. I’m restless, anyway, and I want to be amused. Take me some place!” •«- * “Do you want to go into my kitchen,” suggested Tyoga, humoring ber. “Most little girls like to mess in the kitchen. If you want to you may go down and make fudge.” “Tyoga,” asked Betty, “where did you get that wonderful education of yours? Tell me, do. Your English is perfection!” A shade of pain crossed the negress’ face, and her features set in immoblllp; “Do you want to go into the kitchen?” she repeated. “No.” replied Betty, imperiously, ‘T want to go see Le Malheureux. I don t like him, Tyoga, he repels me as much as (#• he were a horrid beast/ But I feel sorry for him. Take me where he is.” (To be continued.)
Too Realistic.
A schoolmaster'looked anxious and worried. “What’s the matter?” asked the vicar. “I’m worried about the boys In the upper classes, sir. I’ve been teaching them how to revive the apparently drowned.” Well, that should not worry you,” replied the good vicar. les, sir; but I have caught some of the boys trying to drown one another In order to practice what I have taught them!”
From Pittsburg.
“Young gentlemen,” announced the professor in English literature, “tomorrow I wish you to come prepared to discuss this sentence from the works of. Henry Jamds.” “The entire sentence, professor?” groaned the class. Well, take It as far as the first semi* colon.”—Pittsburg Post.
Definition of Tact.
Mrs. Pyne—Mrs. .Blank certainly possesses “tact.” Mrs. Hyne—What is your definition of tact? Mrs. Pyne—That is a woman’s ability to makd her husband believe he is having his own way.—Lippincott’s.
At the Reception.
“Me no speakee Chinese velly well,” explained the hostess on welcoming the distinguished visitor from the Flowery Kingdom. “No matter,” responded the latter. “I can converse In English.”—Kansas City Journal.
With Wiles and Smiles.
-- Maud There’s no use trying your arts on Jack. He is wedded to his profession. Ethel (archly)—Oh, I don’t know. I think I could make him commit bigamy.—Boston Transcript.
Business Is Business.
bount (to the matrimonial agent)— One other point. I am living out of the country; my intended must be shipped to me. Are your terms f. o. h. or do"you pay the freight?—Fllegende Blatter.
Tactful Tactics.
Miss Saphron—Do you sell anything to restore the complexion? . Chemist—Restore! You mean preserve, miss. >l—. iDeal to the amount of 17s 6d immediately executed.) —London Taller.
Step by Step.
I believe in improving environments, but when we have made the world Jit for men to live in we shall still need to make men fit to live in It.—Sir James Duckworth.
WHERE CHRISTMAS DAY IS HOT.
I* South Africa Iced Drinks Take Ike Place of Steaming Punch. With the thermometer registering 90 degree* in the shade, cricket In full swing and thousands departing to seaside sflnd country for their midsummer holidays, it is no easy matter for the traveler newly arrived in South Africa to imagine that the 25th day of De cember Is Christmas day, much less to maintain the customs and traditions associated with the festive season in Uie “old country.’’ Iced drinks and cooling fruits take the place of steaming turkey, hot plum pudding and well-warmed vegetables, while Instead of sitting around the glowing yule log, one is usually glad to take one’s chair into the coolest room of the house and fling open the doors and windows in order to enjoy what little breeze may spring up. December is not the hottest month of the year in the antipodes—that distinction generally belongs to. January or February—but it- Is sufficiently warm to make those Indulging in outdoor athletics take all preemptions against sunstroke. The Christmas holiday is regarded in the same light as ihe summer vacation here. The middle classes go away for their annual two or three weeks’ holidays, the law courts take the long- vacation and every one who can takes the opportunity so Indulging in rest and change* Many of the stay-at-homes go picnicking on Christmas day and eat their Christmas dinner in the bush, to th 6 accompaniment .of cloudless blue sky and., brilliant sunshine, an exchange says. The turkey is some times in evidence, hut it is cold and may be served with salads, while afterward a ramble through the bush or a game with racket and ball will take the place of the indoor pastimes of blindman’s buff, snapdragon or Christmas tree distribution, such as usually follow the Christmas dinner in this country. At the same time it must not be supposed that nothing is done “down under” to remind ’the new colonist of the manner in which Christmas is celebrated- in Germany Special services are held in many of the,churches on Chrlßtmas eve and carols are sung by the choirs, although the decorations of holly and mistletoe are conspicuous by their absence.
Legal Information
The financial ability of the purchaser to perform his contract to purchase real estate Is held, in Moore vs. Irvin (Ark.), 116 S. W. 622, 20 L. R. A. (N. 8.) 1168, not to deprive the broker of his commission, where a binding contract for sale is effected through his agency, in the absence of fraud or warranty, on his part, of the customer’s financial ability. One who holds himself out as a specialist in the treatment of a certain organ, injury or disease is held, in Rann vs. Twitchell (Vt.), 71 Atl. 1045, R. L. A. (N. S.) 1030, to be bound to bring to the aid of one employing him as such that degree of skill and knowledge which is ordinarily possessed by those who devote special study and attention to that particular organ, Injury, or disease. Its diagnosis and its treatment, in the same general locality, having regard to the state of scientific knowledge fCt the time. A contract for. space, for a term of years, on a particular floor of a building occupied by a department store, in which to conduct a particular line oi business in connection with the general enterprise, which is to be paid for by a monthly rental and a percentage of sales in excess of a certain amount, is held, in Martin Emerlcb Outfitting Co. vs. Siegel, Cooper k Co.. 237 111. 610, 86 >T E. 1104, 20 L. R, A. (N. 8.) 1114, to be terminated by the destruction of the building, and the beneficiary Is denied the right to Insist on the allotment of space In the new building to which the department store business Is moved. Although a contract for accident Insurance, the premiums on which are to be paid monthly, expressly provides that they must be paid on the first day of each month, without notice, yet, If for ten months the insured is sent notice of tjie maturity of the premium, with a request that it be sent In a self-addressed envelope, It Is held, In Knoebel vs. North American Aoct. Ins. iC0.,,135 Wls. 424, 115 N. W. 1094, 20 L. R. A. (N. 8.) 1037, that the Insurer cannot suddenly, without warning, cease to send the notice, and forfeit the policy for non-payment, which occurs because the assured htw. In good faith, waited for the usual notice; especially where the payments were to be entered in a book which must always be presented,, with the payment, so that assured might well assume that the only safe way of preserving the book was In sending It aa directed by the Insurer, to a poetofflce address designated by it.
Undertakers Worried.
The dignity of a physician and undertaker has been sadly ruffled by the Ktrange bequest of Mrs. Sarah Slaughter de Lorme, who died In Berkeley, Cal., leaving her neighbors Instructions that her two pet apltz dogs be chloroformed and cremined with her, and their ashes be mixed with those of herself and hei; nephew, upon his -death, and strewn on the hillside. •’ —-T—rWe never had much interest in a dream a man had last nifhl -~fHr-rr
INCOME TAX IN SWEDEN.
«■ aad the Resovts es *«»•> Test,of Uvr. Consul General E. D. Winslow writes from Stockholm in regard to. the operations of the Income tax in Sweden: “Since 1903 a new direct and progressive tax has been In force, viz., the Income tax (InkomsUkatten), the regulations concerning which were issued by the royal ordinance of June 21, 1902. General self-declaration was introduced, 1. e., the obligation of giving information in good faith concerning one’s Income, real estate, etc. This obligation devolves upon every one having been assessed the preceding year at an income of at least 2,000 kroner (1 krone equals 26.8 cents), or having possessed at least this Income, or else a smaller income. In case at least 1,000 kroner of ft were derived from real estate or capital, and finally upon every one summoned by the assessment authorities thereto. Neglect in fulfilling one’s declaration duty entails the loss of right to appeal against the assessment in question. Intentional false information Is fined four to ten times the amount of tax withdrawn. The following kinds of Income are assessed: Income from real estate, calculated at a rate of 6 per cent for landed estate and of 5 per cent for other real estate; Income from capital, 1. e., Interest on loans given out, bonds and bank deposits, and also dividends on shares In Swedish joint stock companies and private banks; income from work, pension or life annuity. It Is to be observed that this assessment differs from that of the Allmanna bevillningen (general supply) In so far that dividends on the shares mentioned are assessed for Income with the shareholders, the companies being free from paying Income tax on the dividend to the shareholders, but not for more than 6 per cent of the paid up capital. Further deductions may be made for Interest on loans and for certain losses in business. "Concerning the progressiveness of .the tax, it Is to be observed that for incOmes*hot amounting to 6,000 kroner certain deductions of varying amounts are admitted, Incomes below 1,000 kroner being altogether exempt from tax. For greater incomes a progression Is made, at most by multiplying the original Income by four, this maximum commencing with an income of 145,500 kroner, thus the calculation of the tax In this special case is carried out as If the Income were 582,000 kroner. “The tax accrues with 1 per cent of the amount calculated, according to the progression regulations. The tax In 1903 yielded In round numbers 10,500,000 kroner (2,814,000).”
Wit of the Youngsters
■ A little girl of two years came running to her mother with a small feather in her tiny hand. “See, mamma,” she said, "birdies’ hair!” Little Elsie —Oh, mamma, baby tried to swallow papa’s sleeve buttons! Mamma—Well, what did you do? Lib tie Elsie —I gave him two cuffs. ‘‘l have learned a new verse at kindergarten!” exclaimed Robert, vastly excited. “Listen, grandma! If at first you can’t such a seed, try, try again.” Jennie is very fond of the broth of oyster stew. When nearly three years old, some of the oysters were added. Holding out one in her spoon, she said, “I don’t care for the ’lttle mouse.” Small Margie—Does Santa Claus have to throw away the dolls he gets all covered with soot when he comes down the chimney? Little Robert— Of course not. He gives them to the colored children. “Oh, dear!” sighed 5-year-old Nellie, “there’s a hole In my shoe, and now It’s half full of water.” ‘‘Well, don’t worry about it, sis,” said her brother, who was eighteen months her senior. “Come here and I’ll cut another hole so the water can run out.” Little Lawrence jealously guarded his baby brother, and when a lady visitor asked how much he thought his mother would takp for him, said, “Oh, ever so much —about, a hundred dollars,!” “Well,” she said, “I am able to give that much.” He reflected a moment; then, seized- with a sudden Inspiration, he replied, “But she wouldn’t like to break the set.”
The Legs Scared Him.
“There,” said the commuter in the Grand Central station, pointing to a robust colored man, “is a good railroad porter spotted.' “You see, he was on a Pullman car and was doing well until a man with two wooden legs became a passenger in his coaoh. That night the traveler put his artificial underpinning beneath the berth he occupied. When Bam came along to collect the shoes ha pulled out net only footwear, but also three feet of leather tops sad steel springs, together with metal joints wnd hall bearings. The sight so worked upon the superstitious fellow that he lied la terror. He resigned his place. Now he Is handling baggage.”—New York Press.
Appropriate Place.
“Did you notice that picturesque fork In the road?” “Yea." “That U where the hotel employes spoon.”—Baltimore American.
Old Favorites
McCoy. I am going far away, No rah darling; And leaving such an angel far behind! It will break my heart in two. Which I fondly .gave to you. And no other one's so loving, kind and true. * k Chorus— Then come to my arms, Norah darling. Bid your frjends In dear old Ireland good-bye; And It's happy you will be. In that dear land of the free. Living happy with your Barney Mo* Coy, .. ' iiL" rr I would go with you, Barney, darling. But the reason why I’ve told you oft before; It would break my mother’s heart. If from her I had to part, And go roaming with you, Barney MoCoy. I am going far away, Norah, darling, Just as sure as there’s a God we both adore, And remember what I say, Not until the Judgment day Will you ever see your Barney any more. I would go with you, Barney, darling. If my mother and the rest of them were there, For I know we would be blest In that dear land of the west. Living happy with you, Barney Mo* Coy. I am going far away, Norah darling, And the ship Is now anchored in tha bay; And before to-morrow’s.sun You will hear the signal gun. So be ready. It will carry us away. —Author Unknown. Watt’s Cradle Song. Hush, my dear! lie still and slumber. Holy angels guard thy bed; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment. House and home thy friends provide All without thv care nr All thy wants are well supplied. Soft and easy is thy cradle, Course and hard thy Savior lay. When his birthplace was a stable And his softest bed Was hay. May’st thou live to know and fear Him, Trust and love H(m all thy days; Then go dwell forever near Him, See His face and sing His praise.
WANT TO BE “SMILE MEMBER.”
Woman Plana Novel Club «• Help People Forget Themselves. Miss Sara Carolyn Stright is the originator of the-club which has just been started. In its few weeks of existence it hag-gained seventy-five members and they are widely scattered. Florida is represented and California. There is a Wisconsin man who has joined and this is how his joining came about: A New York city man went to Buffalo on business and was asked by a stranger with whom he was talking: “What order are you?** “Smile,” returned the New Yorker, beaming on the questioner and pointing to the tiny gold pin with the words “The Smile Club” on it. “I’d liko to be a 3mlle myself," and so the Wisconsin man joined the ranka of the Smile Club. “There Is a great demand for such a club and we are trying to fill it,” said Miss Stright at her home, 241 Park place, Brooklyn, according to the New York Evening Telegram. “We appeal to the best in every one, and we appeal to all classes. The uneducated are seeking happiness as earnestly as the most highly developed persons. We are working out the ideal of innumerable people in the simplest way possible.” “It is somewhat misleading to call ourselves simply the Smile Club. But if people would only realize the real meaning of ‘smile’ it wouldn’t be misleading at all. We shall help people to forget themselves, to eliminate all destructive criticism and thoughts and to see good, and good only, in people. They must love life—animal Ilfs as well as human life —and God’s out of doors above all things. “One of the aims of the Smile Club Is to build a summer home for little city children who could not otherwise go to the country. The atmosphere will be entirely of sunshine, smiles and cheer on all sides. Nothing that is unhappy or unclean or unwholesoms will be even mentioned.” —. ■ ■
A Lesson from Nature.
I saw a delicate flower had grown up two feet high, between the horses' path and the wheel track. An Inch more to right or left had sealed lta fate, or an Inch higher; and yet it lived to flourish as much as If It had a thousand acres of untrodden space around it. and never knew the danger it incurred. It did not borrow trouble, nor invite an evil fate by apprehending it—Henry D. Thoreau (1817-1862).
A Useful Idea.
“Billklns asks all his friends to give him their diaries when they are through with them.” “What an idea! Does he get many?” “Lota." “But what a queer fad!" “It isn't a fad. It’s economy. That’s how he gets his blank books.”—Baltimore American. What has become of the old-fashion-. ed fanner who caught the woman Bchooi teacher who boarded at his house, and washed her face in the snow? 'You can’t know too much, but it la easy te say too much.