Greencastle Herald, Greencastle, Putnam County, 12 July 1920 — Page 2

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THE GREENCASTLE HERALD

MONDAY, JULY 12, 1!)2»

*»»« « 8 H ♦ > l-m I M »■»♦♦♦«■* Parted By Fate « »■*)« H 1 i t n i-M-*-“He's the rery nictsl men I know!’ mourned the girl with the >ellov. hair, "and I keep on treating hint a? though he belonged in the back jp.’d o< civilization! it’s EWful!” “Are you talking backward?” in qolred the girl in the green suit. “If it keeps on," proceeded the girl with the yellow hail, “1 think I shall lose my mind! Some jins is mixing tip my fate—some enenij has hod's < d me! I tell you the instant 1 met A,fred I had a sort of shoik. Something told me that here was the man I hud been waiting for all my life ” "I should think so!” breathed her friend. "He get.* a s&Iar) of llO.oOu, didn’t you say?" “It was Alfred’s personality," indig nnntly asserted the yellow haired girl “I hope you realize I am not mercenary enough to be influenced by anything his cousin may hare told me! I could see by his expression tint he was a wonderful man. And his silk socks and bis tie matched pcifeitty 1 think you can tell so much by those little individualities! Don't you?” “But listen! Just when I had It all fixed to ride in the same auto with him, his cousin called him away to ride in hers to the beai h picnic. And then, w hen 1 was about to sit beside him at the campfire, one of the men called him away to carry wood, and before he got back Arty Manners had flopi>ed down in his place—and all i could do was: give him a sad smile across the blaze. Even that was spoiled, because just as he caught m> •ye somebody dropped a plate of eandwiches on bis bead in passing, and nothing annoys a man like being mussed up that way. “He did call to see me before h* went back to New York—and arrived when our living room w as full of some ancient relatives, whom we hate to be nic» to because they own a mine that may pan out well some dayued my total conversation with h!m consisted of ‘Why, how do you do!’ and ‘Goodnight!’ The rest of the time T'ncle Benjamin was explaining to him how to get eighty bushels of potatoes from an acre instead of for ty. Alfred is in the wholesale dry goods business, and, of course, was intensely interested In the potatoes. “He sent me a ten-pound box of randy on my birthday, and I wrote him a perfectly beautiful letter, which he never answered. That was because he neter got it. That monogrannned expression of thanks is probably stuck in a mail chute somewhere, or is being kept as a perleci example to he used in somebody’s compendium on ’How to Write Elegant Letters.’ “I knew he never got it because the next time he was in Chicago on a business trip he phoned me, and I cleared the matter up. He forgave me at once and asked me to come down for dinner and the theater and I had already promised Arty Manners, who is absolutely ridiculous as a possible life partner, but vety insistent on one’s keeping engagements. And it was Alfred’s only evening In town! And he couldn’t come out for afternoon tea because be had business until 5 o’clock!” “How perfectly tragic!” “It was! Three weeks later father took me with him on a little jaunt down east, and when 1 got hint headed for New York T was happy as though I had eaten the canary bird. I got father safely Interested in an old college chum, and 1 phoned At feed’s office. For once, in our lives we should have had a peaceful li.tb* visit over the luncheon table. 1 shall always hate his stenographer's voice. She said that Alfred had left the day liefore for a vacation up the Hudson, and would not return in ten days! I developed a dislike for New Yoik and made father go home the next af'ernoon. “A month later Alfred was again In Chicago. He had taken the precaution to write that he was coming and to reserve one afternoon and evening «>f my time. The morning of that day I fell off the Mepladder and sprained my ankle so badly that 1 was in bed * week. I couldn’t even get to the phone to talk to him. He struck Chicago on his return trip snd phoned, asking me to dinner and I accepted. That afternoon we got a telegram saying that grandmother had died and we left on the !> o'clock train. Why, it’s enough to make any man think I was sitting up ciights plan ning how to avoid him! Alfred must have a lovely nature to stand It so sweetly. But another disaster or two will finish even him! If it hap pens again ” “A telegram for you," said ihe maid n* she entered *he room. The yel-low-haired girl read It aloud with stuttering lips—“In town one daymay I call Thursday night? Alfred.” The yellow haired girl bat her bands upon her brow. "Oh!” she moaned. ’’It’s unspeakable! I’m chairman of the banquet given by our college club Thursday night, and tinless I die I've got to go! Oh, Alfred, Alfred*” “Ha, ha!” said her unsympathetic friend. "Excuse me for laughing al siHthfng so sad—but I guess this is where Alfred tears your memory front Ills heart!”

ELI miWIER PEEVES IS DEM

Was Known All Over the Unitee States for the Remarkable Toys He Made.

TAUGHT HIMSELF TO DO \.CRK

Had Also Mastered the T>pev,rltei and BroommakinB After He Lost His Sight. Brooklyn, N. Y.—Charles Francii Reeves, the blind toymaker of Brook lyu, who was known from toast t< toast through the toys he designed am made, is dead, after a brief illness at his home. 121 Prospect place. Mr Reeves was ?.? yeara old. and had beer blind for more than half his life. Be fore his sight totally failed him. however, he mastered the toy trade, ant when he finally became blind, w as ablt to use all the Instruments of tbe trad* and earn a livelihood. At his home on Prospect plate where he had resided for many years he had fitted up one of the finest wrorkahops for the toymaking trade U be found in the city. The workehor occupied two rooms and it was hert that he made the toys that during tlu last three decades he has disposed ol through various associations In Brook lyn and Manhattan, and which have made him famous throughout the country. He had everything necessary for toymaking in the shop and a pre scribed place for each instrument sc that he could place his hand in a minute on any tool lie wanted, despite his blindness The tools, which lie used most frequently were arranged <m a rack over his head, and the man ner in which he could pick out the instrument he wanted from the mass seemed a miracle. Mr. Reeves was an Englishman by birth, being born at Westminster. Middlesex, England, In 1843. His father. Charles Keevt-e. was one of the leading silversmiths of that part of the country. but the toymaker refused to follow in his father's footsteps, and after spending a few years at school, at the age of 14 ran o(T to sea. His first cruise was on the sailing vessel Runnymede of Bristol, and he stayed on this vessel for two years. His career on the sea lasted for five years, after which he entered a brass foundry to learn the molding trade, lie had to abandon this trade when he was 21 because of his failing sight In 1863 he married Miss Dedelia Cor man in London, and In 1860 the couple emigrated to Canada, coming to the 1'nited Slates years later the family settled In Brooklyn. As his sight failed him Mr. Reeves with the assistance of bis wife, who proved to he a worthy helpmeet, learned how to use the fine toymakers’ saws and tools. Although It was necessary for him at times to count the teeth on the saws to get some of the fine results in his work and keep it perfect. It was his boast that he had never injured his fingers once. He had mastered the typewriter and was an expert broommaker.

DREAM OF WEALTH COMES TRUE Poor Little Girl Is Awarded $16,000 for Her Injuries. Boston, Mass.—To be a poor little girl with the poor little girl's dream of some day becoming a princess with untold wealth and then to suddenly find that the wealthy part of the dream has come true, is the experience of 15-jar-old Josephine Romano. Josephine's dream of wealth came trim when she was awarded $16,000 by a Jury for injuries sustained several years ago when she was hit and tripped by a live wire which was dangling from one of the Boston elevated poles. Slip was so severely burned about the face and hands that the marks will remain on her body for life. "It Is so much money that 1 don't know what to do with It.” she said. “I think I'll put ft In the hank and then be a real lady.” Equine Wonder; Not a Circua Horte Reading Center, X Y'.—Countless automobiles may spin along the road of Yates County, reading rooms may be established at every crossroads; dancing and busking bees may be held each evening, but the serene course of the education of Miss Charlotte Hicks, daughter of Albert A. Hicks of thla place, will never be clouded and all because of an equine wonder, “a brood mare of much aplrlt and life” Miss Hicks attends the Dundee high school, and every morning she drives the horse three-quarters of s mile to the railway station of her home town Boards the train, leaving the horse and carriage In the road. Stands on the last platform of the train as It pull* out and raises an admonitory finger toward her equine partner, who watches Ihe train until It becomes a splash of smoke on tbe horizon and then ambles back home. An old workman at the station aw-ears that the animal talks In Its solitary moments When Misa Hicks returns to the station the horse and carriage are always harnessed up and sent on down the road Rain or shine the liorsa makes the trip. Miss Hicks Is never lat* for dinner, or the train, as the horse always makes the trip on time. They figure In Reading Center that since the horse knows by habit the right time of leaving, It knows when it Is late and makes up for lost time.

l-t I ht v-l > 1 f I I > 1 1 I « * > Injured Romance > i n i m m i m in >4 4-n»t4»» "It certainly looked as though i’ievidence was helping us," “aid ihe womr..i who had just got hack from her summer home in the country. ”.\J> youngest sister, Rallie, is at the romantic period B it ail girls Lve through when all you cun do to -Hve them is to lock them up in a dungeon, amt the law won’t allow that! I've been so worried for fear abe would marry that man! The trouble is be looks so attractive! Hut I knew the first time I laid ryes on, him that if lie lost his money his wife would I e the one who would have to slave and economize instead of htm. i felt it in my bones that if tbe coffee -vas poor he'd r.ikc her wish the had died when she was young and happy! Wm there wasn’t a bit of use telling Sallie thai! I even listened sympethc(icr.lly when she raved over his taste in neckties, the superb fit of his clothes and the way he looked at one when lie talked. And yet they say that girb should be allowed to pick out their own husbands! "My heart sank when he came across the lake to visit us. Before his arrival I had hopes of John Derrick, who is so much everything that a girl should fall in love with that o! course Sallie wouldn’t pay any attention to him at all. “Gerald was quite Ihe roost beautifully got-up individual,” continued the woman who bad just got back from her summer home, “when he came nut in bis white flannels, that you could hope to see, and he bent over Sullie like a duke when he handed her vnything. John had to go fishing alone that evening, because Gerald kept Sallie on the porch. He said he w as surprised that she would ruin her hands with books and minnows nnd such things. That settled it! A man who dislikes fishing has a Mnk of some sort in his character. Sallie just sat there drinking In bis monologue on higher art and ethics of life and the poetry about her eyes. Meanwhile. poor John was down alone on the pier gettn g pneumonia maybe and mosquito bites certainly, with no one to sympathize with him. I could have slapped Sallie with good will. “John came back to our place to dump what was left of the bait in the minnow tub and to say good night, and then he went home to his cottage like a soldier, leaving Sallie on thr porch w ith his hated rival. He r« marked casually that he believed Ne’d start early next morning on the canoe trip that he had sjmken of and would he gone several days. 1 could see Gerald’s eyes gleam with satisfaction, and Sallie seemed stricken dumb for a minute with surprise. However, she turned to Gerald the next second with a satisfied sigh that sent John careening oft through the geranium lied, thinking it was a path. 'Finally I called Sallie In and said It was getting late. Gerald said lie believed he’d walk down to the pier and smoke a last cigar and he held Sallie’s hand longer than he bad unv business to when he said good night. “I was nearly asleep when S.illie woke me. She said that there were queer noise.' in the yard below. We tiptoed to her window and listened. Now, you have to keep minnbws n something In- and we have ou ,- s in a tab out near the house. And th man who brought the load of stone for the rockery two days before had spilled them out near the same place. I could make out a white gleam and I whispered to Sallie that It must b* Gerald returning. The white '.lot stopped suddenly with an awful ’Woof!’ and I knew he had run into the strip of chicken wire strelcheq between two tr< i - to kee p pedestrian" out of a flower bed. He tried again and banged into a tree. Then quite distinctly I In aid his opinion of pen pie who did not have electric lampposts and cement walks In the country. '“My goodness!’ Sallie gasped, in horror. ’Hush!’ I fold her. His ex quislte sensibilities are hurt end vou can’t blame him!’ Then he came on in the dark again carefully. He . tubbed bis tie over one rock that bad rolled out from tbe rest, and swore. Then in two seconds he plunged headlong Into all of them. The carnage was awful and the language illuminating. "'Be quiet!’ I ordered when Bailie moaned. ’What ran you expect when his beautiful ideal* get bumped thet way?’ “Just a* Gerald straightened up and *truck out again he hit the minnow tub and went in head first. Those fish must have been surprised to shoot through the air as they did. “Sallie was clutching me and weeping over hi* terrible temper, but 1 bad presence of mind enough to remind her that his nature was very fine Then I dragged her Into a kimono and down stairs with me, because I wanted to complete tbe lesson. I bud the light* on when Gerald finally got In. He looked like a croes bear and the victim of a steam roller and a dtowiIng. 1 said sweetly w e had come to see If be needed any help and then Sallie fled “She seemed sort of subdued ,lnr Ing ihe rest of Gerald's visit and worn John came bark she literally fell on hi* neck. Y’es, they’re to be married at rhrls'ma*! Oh, mercy col To John, of course.

DOG MAIL CARRIER S DEATH GRIEVES •’PAL" j 1 hey Were Never Late and Never Got Any Pay, Not Even So Much as a Dog Biscuit! rhll.de.phia. Fa.—For ten years the' mail has ben carried from the Fern- j wood railroad station to the Y’eadon | borough post office, a distance of one | mile, three times a day. no matter what the weather was. The residents of Y'eadon never have had cause to complain of the service and the Government never paid a cent for it. Two tskeep dogs did the work. Now one of the dogs Is dead, and Mb “pal'’ refuses to leave the little mound In the rear of William B. Evans’ properly. The residents of Y'eadon front this day forward will have to allow for human fallibility. And the Government w ill have to send a monthly , voucher to the man who gets the Job that the dogs filled out of sheer patriotism. It 1* Collie who is dead. He just naturally passed away. Colonel's piteous moaning brought Evans down before daybreak, and he found Colonel standing ac-rost the dead body of Collie as though he knew that the next thing was burial and he wanted to protect his "pal.” Evans took Collie’s death to heart almost as deeply as Colonel did. and the man and dog stood together as equals, a* mourners, while Collie went to his grave. Ten years ago Collie and Colonel started as real patriots to carry the mail. The pouch came from Fernwood station to the postoftiee three times a day, one end of it in Collie's mouth and the other between Colonel's firm jaws. Only once on each trip did they pause, and that occurred halfway between tbe two extreme points. No one ever told them the time to go for the mail. When the clock said ten minutes to train time they were off. Postmasters have come and gone In those ten years, but Collie and folonel kept on. Some one once proposed that the Postofl ire Department be appealed to to buy these royal servants of Y'eadon borough a pair of pretty dog collars Hut they never got as much as a dog biscuit! It is said that Colonel cannot live. He must die of a broken heart or if not that, then starvation. For he will not eat. All lie does is stand by the grave of Collie and whine and hang his head low. Meanwhile the postmaster is seeking a man to carry the mail.

GETS FIRST LESSON IN NATURAL HISTORY Sa'd Wrong Thing at Right Time, but Now Would Prefer to Argue With a Rhinoceros Rather than Ostrich New Y’ork — There are several things you cannot do to an ostrich. One of these is to say to him, “Here chick chick—chirk!" At least you cannot say that to "General Von Kluck," the large, clam ehowrder-colored ostrich who is commander of the detachment of twelve California filly-loo birds enroute from Glendale. In the tropic orange land, to Hamilton, Berumda, aboard the steamship Bermudian. Michael Tierney and three other longshoreman on the Berumdan’s dd k learned his first lesson in natural history, and to their sorrow. “General Y’on Kluck" and his personally conducted party of large and limpid eyed hens were helng transferred on a Lackawanna tug from Hoboken to pier 28, North River, where the Bermudian lay As the tug snuggled along side the wharf "General Y’on Kluck" saw a coil of fire hose there and remembered he had not dined. Escaping from his crate he voloplatied gracefully to the dock. T! en It was Michael Tierney stopped his truck, took a long look at the long bird and remarked lie guessed maybe ills liver complaint was worse than usual. So lie called, “Here chick, chick, chick." " Tis many a day since Michael Tierney lias been put out with one punch, hut on this occasion lie was. Y’ea, verily In tlie face it was—and straight from tlie knee. Same thing for two other longshoremen who tried to catch the bird. Finally they had to bet a baggage hoist—one of those rope nets they bundle trunks in—to throw over the ostrich’s head And so they lowered his squawking into the hold. “Give me a plain rhinoceros to handle next," feebly moaned Michael Tierney.

CALLS BREAD AND BUTTER MOST NOURISHING DIET Any Man Can Live on 10 Cent* a Day, Say* Harvard Professor In Tslk on Food. Boston, Mass.—“Although a great many people have expressed surprise that war sufferers are living on 10 cents a day,” said Dr. Franklin W. White, at the Harvard Medical School, “a* a matter of fart any man can live on that amount by using mainly a bread-and-butter diet." Dr White took a slice of bread snd butter as s unit of food and declared it equal In nutritive value to fiveeighths of a glass of milk, one egg snd a half, a large potato, a saucer and a half of cereal, two slices of lean beef, a plate of baked beans, 12 oysters, 20 cups of beef tea made from extract, or 11 cups of homemade beef tea, costing S cents. "There has been much talk about i the comparative value of whole-wheat bread and white bread," he continued. "It 1* thought generally whole wheat Is much more healthful snd nourishing. because of the bran left in the kernel; it Is not so, however, for the body cannot absorb the bran ”

Bobbin’s Call M H 1 H I H I » i ; lv4-4-t-M-4->-4-> b "1 brought somebody to see ..ou,'' announced the small neighbor a.- It e,own-up neighbor opened the back door. The small neighbor care fill 1> guided a very fat little box With a greal many stuffy ilolhes on acoss the threshold. Then he stood, sunning, just outside the door. "What a cunning little somebody!" exclaimed the grown-up neighhoi. aV she stooped and kissed one of tlie small boy’s bright ted cheeks. "Come into the living room and sit down a w hile." “Well, you know we can’t stay very long,” said the small neighbor when the two visitors had clambered un into two chairs. “We ran awav, vou know.” “The grown-up neighbor opened her eyes wide. "Well!” rhe ejaculated; “that wisn’t a very nice thing to uo, was it?” ‘It was nicer than not doing it,” said ti e small neighbor wi’h decision. She shook her shoulders lather contemptuously and added: “Anyway, It was only just Frank we tan away from. Y ou see." she went on after a mo roent, “Frank Is Bobbin’s brother. This is Bobbins, you know. Frank is six or nine years older than Bobbins, and he’s a very bad boy.” “That’s a pity,” commented the grown-up neighbor. “But 1 suppose Bobbins is a good boy.” “Oh, yes, lie’s good enough,” agreed the small neighbor. “He’s good enough now, but of cotuse he won’t be good at all when he gets as old as Frank.” "Maybe he’ll keep right on bung good,” ventured the grownup neighbor optimistically. The small neighbor looked at her with pity in her eyes. “But he’s a good boy," she explained, "and boys aren’t ever good except when they’re quite little.” "We ran away," she continued, “liectiuse Frank said that if we didn't begin to stop acting the way vve were he'd nitiate us light that very minute.” “My!” exclaimed the grown-up neighbor, “1 don’t wonder you ran away What did you do that made him threaten such a terrible thing?” “Oh, we didn't really do anything,’ said the small neighbor easily. “We Just put some mud in Flank's bat. What he threatened wasn't so very terrible, because my moihc: wouldn’t really let him do it. But we just decided that we’d come away for a while and vve were coming anyway, because I wanted you to see Bobbins. I like him, don’t you? 1 think lie’s cute.” “He certainly Is as cute as he can he,” agreed the grown-up neighbor, while the object of their com out ion stared, Buddha-like, at noihing "He's quite little, too. I don't believe lie’s much more that half as big as you are.” The small neighbor regarded her charge critically. “He’s qnlte small up and down” she agreed, “but r.e's pretty big around, don’t you think ?" • “Well, yes; I suppose lie Is. Who is he?” “My mother rays he is my cousin,” said the small neighbor rather doubtfully, “but I don’t see how he can be when 1 never say him until day before yesterday. His mother’s name i« Aunt Molly, and they’re going to stay at our house maybe two weeks md then their daddy’s coming to take them home.” She hopped lightly dow n from her chair. “I guess we’ll have to be going,” she said. "You see. they don’t know where vve are and mnyhe they’ll he wondering about it. Come on, Lobbins.” Bobbins rolled over on his fat liitle stomach and wriggled down from ills chair. His i n terful girl consin took him hy the hand and guided him toward the door. There she paused. "Y'ou know,” she said, looking up Into the grown-up neighbor’s face with wide, innocent eyes, "Bobbins didn't want to come the least bit In the world, so I had to tell him that someiimes you had little peppermint candies in your house and once, or maybe three times, you gave me some. Of course,” she went on with a troubled look, “mother said I was never to ask you for randy, but she said if you asked me to have some I could take it. It wouldn’t be polite not to, would it?” “It would be the height of ill-btced-ing.” gurgled the grown-up neighbor as she hastily departed to do her (i'ltv as a hostess, "Good by, little people,” she i-aileil after them a moment later as tbev, according to their Individual methods of progression, jumped and thumped down the steps. Thoroughly Cured. "Then you didn’t ask fot her hand? ' “No; when 1 went to interview her father he was busy with the furnace. He said to come down, and after watching ids strugglis for half an hour I didn’t want to git married " The Muziclan'z Advice A young lady called one day on Ku bensteln, the great pianist, who hail consented to listen to her playing. “YVhat do you think I should do nw?” she asked when the had finis lied. Get married,” woe the answer.

IMS 101 SHEET! IS MINES

Lackawanna Company Will Use the Films to Teach Need of Care.

PRIZES HAVE BEEN OFFERED

Picture* to be Exhibited In Workers' Homes In the Anthracite Region of Pennsylvania. Pittsburgh, Pn—For tlie first time in tlie history of anthracite coal mining in Pennsylvania moving pictures have been made an auxiliary In "safety first” and first aid movements. A series of motion pictures illustrating these subjects in a comprehensive manner have been prepared by tlie United States Bureau of Mines, while tlie coal-milling departments of the Delaware, Lackawanna * Western Railroad now is preparing a series of motion picture plays depicting possible accidents in coal rallies and how to avoid them. The film views will be sent to every mining district in Hie country. In the anthracite fields in Pennsylvania tlie Lackawanna Company has arranged so that the pictures may he shown In Hie homes of miners by stretching a wire to the house In which they are to be shown. Where l» Is Impossible to si retell wires storage batteries may lie used for home entertainments. Prizes will be offered for the most vivid and Instructive plays and these will he turned over to the "keg fund" of the locality which wins them. At many of the Lackawanna collieries the empty powder kegs which are returned in good condition are stored by the company, which credits 8 cents to the fund for each keg. Hie exact amount received from the powder company for their return. These funds are devoted to paying illness and death benefits and funeral expenses for the mine workers. They average from $1,700 to $2,000 a year. The pictures begir with the thorough inspection of Hie mine in the morning by the fire boss, from inspecting the ventilating fan which supplies fresh air to tlie miners to Inspecting the chambers in the mines where the men are to work and seeing that everything Is safe. Next safety lamps are distributed to the miners, who go down in the cage and report to Hie fire boss, who examines their lamps. Then they go to their chambers, anil Hie miner examines the mine face before beginning work, and Ms helper assists him in putting up a temnorary prop. They drill a hole, the miner prepares his cartridge back at the tool box, charges the hole, lights the squib ahd they withdraw to the parting to await tlie Mast. The charge explodes and Hie miner returns to the face to examine Hie chamber sf’er the blast He and his helpeur replace the prop, which has been blown down. Tlie methods of loading coal In tlie mines, both by hand and through chutes In pitching veins are shown, and the blowing down o? coal in pitching veins. Tlie merit of these pictures is that in them iMl mine rules are observed and everything Is done In Hie proper way Ail safety precautions are taken regarding lights, handling Hie explosives, examining Hie chambers, setting props and pulling down Hie loose coal. The pictures show tlie methods of transportation below ground, tlie motors. mules and stables. Hie hoisting of coal out of the mines and finally the hoisting of tlie men. Tlie great pumps which hoist approximately 13*4 tons of water for every ton of coal out of the mines are shown at work. A separate film Illustrates an accident from a gas explosion to a miner's laborer who disobeyed Hie rules. Tills was highly commended by the representatives of the operators, who said it was just the thing they needed to show in the safety first movement upon which they are all laying so much stress. These films will he furnished to the operators by tlie Bureau of Mines at cost, and will he used to show to the miners’ institutes and schools and probably later to the general public as an Illustration of the great expenses and difficulties Incident to anthracite mining The films will be exhibited by the United States Bureau of Mines at the Panama Pacific Exposition. HIS SKIN HEARS ALL THAT HIS EARS MISS “Daaf Mute” Ona of th* B*at Chauf feur* in Cincinnati, G*t« Driver's License. Cincinnati. Ohio.—Horace Williamson. State Examiner of (’lianffeur*, in granting a license to George Thole, 23 year* old, a deaf and dumb auto driver, dclared; •T ronalithr Thole one of the best chauffeurs In Cincinnati, because of the marvelous quality of his skin that enables him to detect sound* that a regular ear would miss ’’Thole has proved that lie can get along without ears. I had him run on street car tracks and, more quickly Ilian my ears could hear, Thole’s sensitive physical organism detected the approach of a car from behind. "YVe tried Mm on a car with an engine that missed once In a while, and he knew there was trouble every time. He know* the diffrenre between a vibration from an auto bora and that uf » street car.”

bW-HS-t Parting Forever 4 t ! i 6 I t»44t t IM »»MI I I I I !» "Then I suppose there is nothing more to say." said the young man in a most dignified manner, arising fiom his seat. The young woman in the chiffon gown shrugged her shoulders deli cately. “Nothing,” she assure! him firmly, “I’ll go, then’,” he stated. “The!* is no object in lingering where I’m not wanted. And you’ve made it vei\ clear that you wouldn’t want me even If 1 came as a souvenir wrapped up with a box of randy.” "Your remarks were just as final,” said tbe young woman. “There can’t possibly be anything more to be added. Er—good night!” “Good night!” said the young man, moving toward the door. A* he leached the hall rhe spoke. “I don’t want you to think, Artbut,” she said with great kindness, “Hiai I am parting from you In auger; I shall always think of you as a friend!” “Oh, thank you!” said the young man, acidly, coming back three steps. “I appreciate that! Only your idea of friendship is a trifle weird! Y'ou can’t be very chummy with a person to whom you’ve raid things you have have to me!” "We do not need to be chummy,” said the young woman. "Only we can speak and—er—not make It noticeable to the public.” “Oh, I see!” agreed the young man. "Well, good night!” “Good night!” said the young woman evenly. He advanced Into the hall and then returned to the door. “I can’t seem to find my hat,” lie ev plained. ”1 Just wanted to say, Eitiel, that you must not think 1 shall go through life hating you! 1 shall always remember you as 1 first thougot of you—a sweet and lovely girl. 1 shall forget all the later developmen s which 1 hope were not your true self. Perhaps 1 told you my opinion a trifle harshly this evening and 1 leg your pardon If you feel that I did. I always want to he a gentleman evt-u in an unpleasant situation not. of my making.” “You are most kind," said the yonng woman. “But if you think you can lav it all off onto me your’re mistaken, Arthur! I ” “I never dreamed of doing so!” said the young man, advancing into the room. “1 must be going, but I’ve got to stay long enough to defend myself when you make that insinuation! However, you can’t deny you brought up the subject first! You wanted in know why I was lunching with Daisy Kittredge and lliat started it!" “You started it when you took lie.to lunch!” declared the young woman. “Don’t Icf me keep you- it’s si ill early enough to stop In at Daisy’s.”’ “I’m just going.” said the young man, turning toward the hall quickly. “Arthur!” she called when be had neared the front door. He came hark coldly polite. “1 don’t feel right about your leaving in this frame of mind! We probably will never have anoltc conversation again us long us vve live und 1 v.imt you to go away feeling tight uiiout it. You might zbaliu hands!” “If you wish,” agreed the young man. He looked about uncertainly. "•I can’t find my hat!” lie repeated, looking the hull over vaguely. Then he approached her. "I agree with you, Ethel,” he said with great dignity. ’ will not I..- >o foolUh m to • with a childish quarrel. We are man and woman ot the world’ enough to lealize that our engagement has Just been an episode toward building up our characters and careers. We will not let its ending blight our spirits Good by, Ethel!” He held out bis hand. "God-bV, Arthur!” she said with a sad, yet brilliant little smile, as siie put her hand In his. “That is my idea exactly ! The world is too full of inter•sting things—and othi r men and girls - for us to take this seriously!'’ “I’m through!” said the young man cynically. “Girls don’t Interest me sny more! I hope, though, that you'll meet some one with whom you can he h-h happy, Ethel!” "Oh, Arthur!’’ she quavered as he pressed the hand he held in Ills emotion, "as though I’d ever be able lo tare for any one b but you!” “Ethel!” he said huskily as he fold •d her In his arms. “That’s Just thu way 1 feel about you!” "Your hat,” sobbed the young worn an down his coat collar, “w w-was on the p p piano all the t-t-time, Arthur!”

He Must Have Heard. Polly— (to her sister’s admirer) "Guess what father laid i.bout you last night.” Adolphus—“Oh, I couldn't gues*, really." Dolly ‘TH give you a peaita If you can guess," Adolphus (flustered)—“Ob. Polly, I haven’t an Idea in the the world." Polly—"Urr! You was listeninf.”

Out of Harm’s Way. If you had to go to war, what position would you choose?” "The drummer’s, I think.” "Why so?” “When a charge was ordered, I'd pick up my drum and beat it.”