Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 43, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 February 1910 — Page 3

The Quest of Betty Lancey

By MAGDA F. WEST

I Cowrrfslit. 1909. by W. 0. Chapman. Copyright la Gnat Britain |

(CHAPTER Xl.—(Continued.)

Tyoga hesitated. Then, "Alright," ■be said shortly, and led the way down the\hatchway to the laboratory where Betty had regained conscioasness that first remembered morning. Since then Betty had never been there. She had •t dell-baby suite ot rooms well forward, hardly tenable for one so tall and athletic as Betty. While most of her time, even in stormy weather, was ■pent on deck, still many of her meals were served in the tiny sitting room, all gay with blue and gold—blue 'the color of Betty’s eyes, and gold like the ■un In June weather. Betty stumbled along the unfamiliar passageway. Tyoga knocked twice at a bolted door and after a little wait the portal swung inward and Tyoga thrust Betty within. "She wanted to see you," she announced, brusquely. ‘Tve got to get dinner.” Le Malheureux bowed low. “I’m' glad as your company,” he said. "I have a lonely life, and sufeh an Interruption la a pleasant one.” “Well, if you appreciate my coming ao much, show your appreciation,” suggested Betty, “do tell me why 1 am here, and who you are?" "I will do neither,” answered Le Malheureux. "Do not ask me. I dislike to be compelled to be''so discourteous as to refuse you, but I must You have been very ill, but health is returning to you, and when you return home you will think of this Journey only as a pleasant dream. You have had no cause to complain of your treatment here, save you?” “No,” faltered Betty. “Only I’m accustomed to knowing why and wherefore, that’s all.’.’ ‘“That’s all,’ you say,” said Le Malheureux. “Don’t you know that ‘Why’s’ and ‘wherefore’s’ are the sum total of existence? Don’t ask me about them. Ask me anything else!” “Then I shall prom gate a ‘who,’" chanced Betty, desperately. “Tell me, do you know who murdered Cerisse Wayne ?V She was unprepared for the reply, yet intuitively knew that it was what ■he had anticipated. "Yes,” assented Le Malheureux. “What is more,” he continued, watching a Swift question form on Betty’s Ups, “I saw the deed whan it was donej” Betty shrunk from him with eyes dilated, mouth agape. “Then you ” she began. *‘l did not,” promptly retorted Le Malheureux. “I did not kill her. I would have saved her if I could. Bui It was - impossible. The tragedy was Inevitable, it was foreordained and it i bad to happen. Nobody can ever clinch with Destiny. The first few days you were aboard this boat you tried it, my dear Miss Lancey. The result? You nearly had a second attack of fever and nervous prostration. When you resigned yourself to events as they course, you commenced to feel better, as you must admit. To dismiss the unattainable, and to welcome what may come, is the right doctrine of living. Why do you worry with what you cannet affect?” _ “I don’t dare to think," said Betty. "But since you, whoever you are, have hauled me off in this high-handed fashion, I consider there’s some largess coming to me. If you knew who murdered Cerisse Wayne, why don’t you tell me? That is, unless you’re In duty bound to protect the murderer! Come, tell mb, do.” "What benefit would that be to you?” questioned Le Malheureux. “You forget I’m a newspaper womanu,” argued Betty, “and I draw salary for gathering the news and turning it In to my city editor.” “Some distance from your city editor now, aren’t you?” suggested Le Malheureux. “Well, couldn’t I send my paper a Wireless?" flashed Letty. “You’ve an Instrument there!” “Ho, ho!” laughed Le Malheureux. “So that’s why you wanted to come Into my laboratory, is it? You heard the clicking, recognized it, and thought If you dared enough you might communicate with your friends. A great Idea, that! And I must confess you are a plucky girl, Miss Betty, but I warn you, If you tamper with these Instruments in here, you'll tamper with eternity, and I’d advise you to let these apparatuses alone.” "Bah! I'm not afraid," sneered Betty, r "Neither has any troublemaker ever bebh afraid of the trouble she started till it’s too late to stop it You’re a woman, and of course you’ll do as you please, but”—he shrugged himself again—“you’d better be warned.” ‘Til promise not to meddle if you’ll tell me one thing,” persisted Betty. “You should have been a corporation lobbyist,” responded Le Malheur«ux; “still I shall be generous! But what Is it?” "Who did kill Cerisse Wayne?" "A man who loved her,” replied Le Malheureux, laconically. "Come here and see what I have done to this geranium leaf. It is magnified and remagnlfled. Look how its eyes have re«ponded ta the influence of these convergent rays—a new ray I have discovered myself. I have found the eyes ® f Plants sad their souls! Some- day I shall uncover the human soui’ Itself, •ot only the physically corporate, but those that tide, as Omar says, ‘naked on the air of heaven.’ ” Betty looked into the globe he held out before her. Within she saw a pulpy green substance, throwing out

dozens of the most minute of antennae. 'These writhed and fluttered most weirdly. “Oh, I can’t stand this,” she declared, "nor the air in here. Tyogal Tyoga! come and take me upstairs.” When the old nbgress had led her back to her ahady seat on deck Betty Lancey sat and scanned the offing for a sail, and wondered how she could get word to Larry where she was, ans how in the world she could send the news she had to the “Inquirer” office. Somehow her hunger for Larry was far worse than her desire to satisfy the newspaper appetite of delivering her portion of the solution to the Wayne murder mystery. Betty, selfreliant Betty, weakened by the first severe illness she had ever known; Betty, stripped of the practical routine adjuncts of the daily life to which she was accustomed; Betty, who had openly flouted at poetry and romanticism, this same Betty plunged into a fire of mystery, murder and death, convalescing from a malignant attack of brain fever, was beginning to discover that a woman is a weakling after all, and that when she needs a strong arm to lean on, she wants it sadly. And in the mist and mirage of thp life from which she had so suddenly been taken away, it was Larry Morris, his face, his figure and his personality that Betty’s heart and soul reached out for vainly. If she could have found an empty bottle anywhere she would have chanced that old pastime of the mariner and last refuge of the shipwrecked—a note in a bottle. But bottles there were none, nor anything else feasible, and Betty plunged into despair. With returnihg health, however, came a renewed interest in life. She had good food, the weather was fine, and Betty a splendid sailor. She possessed the exuberance of youth and all of a newspaper woman’s curiosity for the what is to happen next. Le Malheureux, though extremely repulsive, was also decidedly interesting, and their conversations and intimacy grew with the voyage. , Le Malheureux was well read, courteous, a polished gentleman, gracious, and a delightful companion when he so chose. But he never saw her for more than an hour a day, and was reticent about himself and his people. Betty gathered that he had long lived in Africa, though he had been educated in England, France and Germany. By education he was a physician, by fortune independent, and by occupation a research worker in the extensive fields of electro-therapy. But there were three things he never did—he never removed or shifted any of his somber draplngs, his hands were always gloved, and the thick veil of full green was never lifted from his face. CHAPTER XII. At the close of a long, hot day, the enchanted yacht sighted land—a blur of gray and green to the left. As the night deepened this Verged into a splash of tropic green, washed with a spendthrift moon. Betty begged to be allowed to stop on deck to watch this dawning beauty, and Tyoga, muffled in a long white cloak, stood beside her. As they approached the harbor, Betty saw it was the Jettying mouth of a river, the banks lined with mosshung palms, springing from a matted growth of reeds, entwined vines, rushes and lush grass. Straight up the river they went in the moonlight, through a current so slow that the stream appeared stagnant. No sign of habitation met the eye, and the Jungles to either side were still as death save for the occasional roar of a lion, or snarl of home angered panther. The river verged into a lake, black and forbidding, withm bleak beaches of yellow sand, and from there they rushed into another river roofed with entangled trees through which filtered a blood-red sunrise. All day they followed this river, pimpled at Intervals with lakes, small or large, and clear or muddled. The white heron and the atom watched them unheeding. A crocodile or two sidled after them, and at Intervals some huge snake, untwining from a long hanging bough, would stretch its slimy length across the snowy deck. Twice they passed a herd of elephants coming down to drink, and often sent an affrighted lioness hurrying back from the water’s edge to her mewing kittens. The purple lotus spread itself despairingly over some of the slimiest pools as if to patch up black hldeodsness with perfect bloom. All this tropical splendor finally wearied even Betty’s rapt eyes, and she clung gratefully to Tyoga’s arm as the negress said: “We are at our journey’s end." And with it had come the night The yaoht had swung through an archway, and shot into a roofed passage, water dripping from the stones and moss above them, and a raven cawed as they stopped at a stubby wharf, from which led up a dizzy flight of dimly lighted granite steps. The stairs ended in a vaulted corridor hung with a few antique brass lamps. Placed at intervals along the sides were low stone couches covered with leopard skins., To one ot these Tyoga motioned Betty, and then pursing her thick black lips she emitted a peculiar whistle. Instantly there darted forward from one of the dusk-hung niche# a comely young negro girl, her glistening body, satiny as ebony, nude save for a kilt of ■triped silk,, and a short tunic of gauze. She bowed low before Tyoga, who addressed to her a few half audible remarks in a strange dialect. The girl sodded her head In the as-

finnatlve, stealing occasional surreptitious glances at Betty, and then taking up\one of smoking brass lamps she led the way-toward the end hong hajL Here more steps, two flights of them, of time-harried stone, mosakrown In the corners, greeted them. There were more corridors and more stairs In a dizzying never-ending sequence, till them came upon a hall longer, lighter and lower than the rest. A hundred archways with tapestry hangings opened upon this hallway and in the center arch the slave girl bowed low again and, pushing aside the draperies, stood apart for them to enter. The room was furnished in skins, ivory, ebony and gold. The couch of ebony had no springs, but to Betty’s later surprise the down cushions and skins piled upon it made it the softest bed she had ever rested upon. There were stone stools, chairs of oddly twisted tropic woods, ani a great mirror of ebony, ivory and gold, studded with hundreds of precious stones. Swinging from the ceiling was an ornate lamp of filigree and jewels, and this burned low and dull. ‘'You will be glad to rest, I know,” said Tyoga. “Meta there will bring you a glass of warm milk, and then you must rest. Rest the sweetest you have ever done, my lady. To-night I shall not be with you; I have other duties; but Meta will sleep here on a pallet by your side. Goodnight Be unafraid.” She stooped low and kissed Betty 8 hand, and Betty could have sworn a tear fell upon it Tyoga spoke truly. Meta brought the milk as deliciously warm and fragrant as if roses had been steeped within its limpid depths. The cool linen garment the slave wrapped around Betty rested her fevered skin, and the pillows were magic wings that bore her away to Forgetfulness Land. Sleep came, just sleep, no dreams, and the sun was topping the heavens when blue-eyed Betty Tyoga was not yet returned, but Meta, faithful and silent, stood by the couch gently waving a huso palm branch. A modern Cleopatra; but where is my Antony?” smiled Betty to herself, snuggling comfortably back into her nest She stretched her feet luxuriously back and forth under the silken coverlids, then roused to full consciousness with a start "A sorry newspaper woman, I,” she scolded, mentally; “here am I with a whole live mystery between my thumb and forefinger and doing never a thing to solve it! Ah, Betty, Betty!” She rose hurriedly, in paptomime beseeching Meta to hasten with her garments. For the shoes Betty had kicked oft and left on the floor of the Directory Hotel the night of her illfated vislfc to the Harcourt apartments Tyoga had substituted a quaint pair of high-heeled slippers, as unlike Betty s usual substantial footgear as a rose la like a radish. And in place of her strictly tailored waist Betty was now gearing soft draperies of varicolored silk. What had become of her clothes she didn't know, and Tyoga had successfully resisted all importuning that might tell Betty the why and wherefore of her present incarnation. (To be continued.)

Breaking the Fast In Ramazan.

The Arabs say Ramadan; the Persians and Turks say Ramazan. They all observe throughout the month a species of fast that has no precise counterpart in the west. So long as the sun is in the sky food or drink of any kind may not pass the true believer’s lips. He is not even allowed the sweet solace of a cigarette. But from the firing of the sunset guns until It is light enough to distinguish a black hair from a white he may feast to surfeiting. Watchmen will patrol the streets with drums to warn him that his moments of grace are -numbered, and cannon once more announce their end. Nothing Is more characteristic of late afternoons In Ramazan than the preparations for the evening meal which preoccupy all Moslems, partl£ ularly those who work with their hands. As the sun nears the horizon fires are lighted, tables are spread, bread Is broken, water Is poured out, cigarettes are rolled, and hands are lifted halfway to the mouth In expeotation of the signal that gives liberty to eat. This breaking of the daytime fast is called iftar and is an institution In Itself. To be Invited to iftar is a particular mark of friendship.— Scribner’s Magazine.

Why He Cried.

The sympathetic neighbor asked, “Is your little brother ill this morning, Johnnie. I heard him crying in the most heartrending manner.’ “No, not exactly," Johnnie replied, “but Willie pulled down a Jug of molasses on himself in the pantry, and mother has been trying to comb his hair.”

A New Cauae of Intemperance.

Hyperbole is the source of much fun, if not of much wit. A young cadet, says a writer in Harper’s Weekly, was complaining of the tight fit of his UQlform. “Why, father.” he declared, “the collar presses my 'Adam’s apple so hard that I can taste cider!”

Arithmetically Demonstrated.

“A man should sleep at least eight hours a day.” “It can’t be done,” answered the weary-looking citizen; “not when one of your neighbors runs a phonograph till midnight and another keeps a rooster that crows at 5 a m.”

The Shaky Ladder.

Many a man has spent the best years of his life climbing the ladder -of fame only to have the thing tui Aver backward just as he grasped the last rung.—Chicago Record-Herald.

Gallant.

Beautiful Widow—Do you know, I am forty years old to-day. Gallant Bachelor —Madam, you are just twenty. I never believe more than half of what I he*

LOMBROSO ABSENT-MINDED.

Cntmlnolowtat Took No Thought of Moner —Amnalnar Adventure*. One Mde of the late Prof. Lombroso’s character little' known to outsiders made him adored by his children, especially his two daughters, who looked after him as though he were a child. His two greatest domestic characteristics were disregard of appearances and absent-mindedness, says a London letter to the New York Sun. When he was invited out in the evening it was the work of two or three days to get him keyed up to putting on his dress clothes, and even then he was capable of weakening at the last moment and going out just as he happened to find himself. Once when going to Rome he lost his overcoat, but was not in the least discouraged, as he entered the first shop of ready-made clothing and bought the top-most warm thing which came to hand without even looking.at It. It proved to be a long, bright, bottle-green cloak, which came down to his heels and in which he looked, with his broad-brimmed felt hat, like a figure attired for the cjffnival. His absent-mindedness was so great that when under the care of the horns circle he never attempted to look after the money and would even leave the house to go shopping without ever looking to see if he had his purse with him. Naturally when he traveled the consequences for his pocket were disastrous. He invariably arrived home without a penny, no matter how much he had taken with him, having either lost it or had it stolen. In Vienpa once he lost his purse, which frightened him so that when he recovered it he resorted to the expedient of dividing his funda into various small sums, which he concealed about his person in all kinds of unlikely places, so that at least he vfbuld not lose it all at one time. There was a note in the lining of his hat, another in his boot, several pinned to his shirt, and so on, but, notwithstanding this, he arrived home In his usual penniless condition.

Book news REVIEWS

A “Lorna Doone” pageant is to be held next summer in the famous Valley of Flocks at Lynton, in England. In “The Mississippi River,” a book to be published, Julius Chambers has set down the history, most picturesque and romantic, of the great waterway. “Trans-Himalaya,” Sven Hedln’s chronicle in the bleak wilderness of Tibet, which has been described as the “roof of the world,” is to be brought out in German, Dutch, French, Finnish, Hungarian, Bohemian and Italian as well as in English and Swedish. A Welsh uniter, Dane, has drawn, she declares, from old Mas.' tn the abbeys' of Strata, Florida and Conway the materials for a book which she calls “Prince Madog—Tho Welshman Who Discovered America, A. D.- 1170.” Her chief object in the preparation of the work, she notes, Is to arouse Interest in and do justice to a great Welshman whose name has long been hidden In oblivion.

It is evident that Mrs. Humphrey Ward does not see in woman suffrage a solution of the divoree problem, which she has made the theme of her recent novel, “Marriage a la Mode.” The eminent writer has just been elected a member of the New York Stats Association Opposed to Woman Suffrage In company with two other well known English women. Mrs. Ward has long led the "antis” in England, while her sister, Miss Arnold, Is actively engaged oifthe other side. One of the many ways In which the growth of the suffrage movement has grown both in the United States and In England is demonstrated by the increased demand for fiction on the subject as well as for serious work. “The Convert,” Elizabeth Robin’s novel published some two years ago, is now selling as though it were just issued. It Is a novel of English life at the time when suffragette violence was just beginning to attract the attention of the world and had not yet become a factor In the movement. Booker Washington says in the preface of his new book, “The Story of the Negro,” that "In writing this volume it has been my object to show what the negro himself has accomplished In constructive directions. I have not undertaken to discuss the many problems which have arisen through the contact of the negro with other races but to tell a simple, straight story of what the negro himsel( has accomplished In the way of attaining to a higher civilization.” In writing of the effect made upon bin)--dfelf by the study of the origin and development of bis people he says that "there grew up within me a determination to spend my life "in helping And strengthening the people of my race in order to prove to the world that whatever had been Re feelings for them in the past, it should Tearn to respect them lrf the future, both for what'they were and what they should be able to do."

The Cost ot Living Again.

- . ■ . . ■ ’ Soapless Sam —I went tru an orful ordeal last week. A leddy made me wash before givin’ me a meal. Unwashed Upharo—Yes, de price uv food is goitT higher an’ higher every day. Dis ain’t no.place for a poor man. —Chicago News. „ ' •• • •' ■

PICTURE BAFFLES SCIENCE.

Itraas* Effect ITnconacloualy Secure* by PalWer es the Christ. A. remarkable painting, a representation of the Christ, exhibited at the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific exposition, was purchased by Dr. W. L. Wright of Washington, who has sent it about the country for exhibition at religious and other gatherings. The canvas has peculiarities for which neither chemists nor clerics can account. Viewed in the full light of day, it is a splendid religious picture of the usual type, but after nightfall or when the room is darkened the clouds in the background of the painting emit a vivid glow, which throws out the figure of the Christ and shines around the head like a halo, says the National. The artist did not himself discover this singular feature of the work until he had almost completed It. At the suggestion of a friend, a biblical lecturer, he had begun the work, but for some time felt dissatisfied, and at last put the painting aside. One day a new idea of the subject came to him and he at once resumed his painting and sought to convey his thought to the canvas; he felt that this time he was succeeding. One evening he entered the room and observed a peculiar light which emanated from the picture on his easel. Before him was the shadowy form of Christ, just as he had painted it, but It stood out against a background like a magnificent aureole, such as the artist had neither painted nor thought of. He decided that it would be sacrilegious for a human hand to make any addition, and the painting has been left incomplete. Chemists have sought to analyze, theologians have discussed, but the mysterious Illumination of the picture has never 'been satisfactorily explained.

USEFUL DEPREDATIONS.

Old Mrs. Greenleaf never had any trouble with her neighbors, new or old. "You expect folks to treat you about right, and let ’em know that you expect it, and they’ll act according,”, she often said. "How did you feel when you saw that new boy from the corner house shaking down your pears?” asked a friend, for the sake of hearing Mrs. Greenleaf tell the story, which had already gone the rounds of the village. “Feel!" echoed the old lady. “Why, I felt lively and pleasant. I see most everything from the porch, kind of t)Jd away as I am, and the minute I saw those brown knickerbockers of his crawling from their barn roof to the wall ud into my Bartlett pear-tree, I stepped into the house and picked me out a good big basket, and then I hurried down to the tree before it had stopped shaking. “ ‘You’re a real kind boy,’ I said to him. ‘I presume you’ve noticed I haven’t any spry young folks round here. Now you give it two or three more good shakes, and then come down and fill up this basket for me, for I can’t stoop as well as I used, and I’ll give you a couple of nice Juicy ones to take home to your mother; and when I go over to see her tomorrow, I’ll ask her if she ever tasted anything better.’ “I had to keep at him a little to make him shake hard enough,” added Mrs. Greenleaf, Innocently, “but he did real well in the end, and I gave him some for himself, and told him I should know just where to look next time I wanted anything picked—and then he went home. I don’t anticipate a mite of trouble with that boy.”

Blackburn’s Eloquence.

The story iq told of Senator Proctor of Vermont In reminiscences by Vice President Stevenson that when Invited to go out of the senate chamber just before the day’s session began he replied: "Excuse me. lam paired with Blackburn on prayers." When the Rev. Dr. Butler retired from the chaplaincy of the senate Blackburn’s speech surpassed all others for ardor and felicity of expression. "The counterpart of the Scene that followed his closing -words had never been witnessed in legislative assembly. All were in tears. It was even said that venerable senators who had never shed a tear since the ratification of the treaty of Ghent actually sobbed aloud and refused to be comforted. At length, amid silence that could be felt, an adjournment was effected, and the senators passed out to their homes. As he passed the chair Senator Vest in an undertone remarked to the vice president, ‘Joe never sat# him.’ ”—Washington Herald.

A Costly Funeral.

The most costly state funeral which has ever taken place was perhaps that of Alexander the Great. A round million was spent In laying Alexander to his rest. The body was placed in a coffin of gold filled with” costly aromatics, and a dladern was placed on the head. The funeral car was embellished with ornaments of pure gold, and its weight was so great that it took eighty-four mules more than a year to convey it from Babylon to Syria.

It Irks.

Her every move is one of gracs, And yet It riles me some, When we are In a public place. To see her stretch her gum. * —Detroit Free Press. It Is possible for even good nature to be carried to the extreme: One can be so good-ratu red that Ms work la never done. -

SEAL HUNTING.

Method* In Dmllss with the W«f* Cmetarw. Writing of far northern hunting methods, Barry Whitney thus describes in Outing how Eskimos kUI the wary seal; “Many seals were seen on the fresh made dee, and Eiaeeyou, my head man, expressed a desire that I take charge of his dog team while he stalked some of them. Seals are extremely shy, and great caution must be practiced In approaching them. The .Eskimos use a blind dn the form of a miniature sledge, about eighteen Inches in length by six In width, with bearskins tacked on the runners. Fore and aft are two upright crotched sticks, upon which the rifle rests and to which it is lashed. On the front of the sledge a crossbar sustains two long perpendicular sticks, over whloh a piece of white cloth is stretched, or when that is not attainable hareskln is substituted. Through a hole in this cloth screen the muzzle of the rifle protrudes. “Holding; his blind before him, he was enabled to walk within 300 or 400 yards of a seal without startling it. Then he dropped on his hands and knees and pushed the little sledge before him. Thus hidden behind tho cloth screen, which so blended with the Ice as to arouse dn the seal no suspicion of danger, be approached within fifty yards before shooting. Seals always lie close to their holes, and It is necessary to hit them In the head or under the shoulder and have the bullet penetrate the heart and kill them Instantly; otherwise they will flop into the hole and sink before it is possible to reach them.”

Legal Information

A riparian owner la held, In Trullinger vs. Howe (Or.), 97 Eac. 548, 22 L. R. A. (N. S.) 545, to have no right to store the water of a floatable stream by means of splash dams, and sudden* ly release it to facilitate the floating of logs, to the injury of lower riparian owners. Accepting a plea of guilty of murder in the first degree, and sentencing the accused to death, without cautioning him as to the gravity of his admission, or taking evidence as to the circumstances of the crime, is held, in State vs Johnson, 21 Okla. 40, 96 Pac. 26, 22 L. R. A. (N. 8.) 463, not to be according to the forms of law. The relation of carrier and passenger is held, in Lockwood vs. Boston Kiev. R. Co., 200 Mass., 637, 86 N. B. 924. 22 L. R. A. (N. S.) 488, to be established when, in obedience to a signal, the motorman stops a street car, and, with the knowledge of the conductor, the Intending passenger steps and stands upon the running board, on his way to a seat. A labor union is held, in Lohse Pat ent Dooi; Co. vs. Fuelle, 215 Mo. 421, 114 S. W. 997, 22 L. R. A. (N. S.) 607, to be guilty of an illegal boycott by notifying, in pursuance of a conspiracy to injure the business of one against whom a strike has been declared, customers of such person that its members will not handle material furnished by him, and that any attempt on their part to force them to do so will cause ft strike to be called against them. One Jacob Woodring, addicted first to drink and as a consequence thereof 'to violence, was sold liquor, whereupon, following his natural bent, he became intoxicated, quarrelsome, vindictive and abusive, and his mental powers became deranged to such an extent that he made an unprovoked and deadly assault upon one Grosjean, who struck him so violently that his death ensued. In Woodring vs Jacobino, 103 Pacific Reporter, 809, the minor child of decedent sued the seller of the deranging elixir for damages for her father’s death. The Jury found that appellant had conducted a saloon; that he had sold liquors to Woodring, which intoxicated him, causing him to become involved ,n the disastrous altercation with Grosjean; that the liquor was purchased from appellant under circumstances which would have led a man of ordinary intelligence to believe intoxication would probably result therefjrom; and that respondent had sustained loss in her support and maintenance in the sum of S4OO. The Washington Supreme Court refused to disturb the Judgment of the trial court.

Learning the Elements.

The editor of the Atlanta Constitution, Mr. Clark Howell, tells a good story about a former Janitor of the Constitution office, who lost his place through overindulgence in liquor, and who afterward secured a position as an assistant in an automobile garage in that city. "He had been working around the garage as a handy man for about sis months,** said Mr. Howell, “and hap* penlng to meet him on the street one day, I asked him how he was getting along in the automobile business. “ 'Fig*,' said he. “ T suppose you know everything about an automobile now, Tom?’’ I said to him. . • “ 'Yes, sir, Mr. Howell, I knows a lot about dem cars, for I’s been work* ing under dem and over dem and ail around dem ever since I left de Constitution office. But dere is just one thing about dem , automobiles dat puzzles me,' said Tom. “ ‘What's thatr 1 asked. “'Well, sir, Mr. Howell, I can’t get it into my bead how they make 'em go without hitching a horse to ’em.* 1 *