Indianapolis Times, Volume 34, Number 26, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 June 1921 — Page 4

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JtoMmrn JJaik t SFitnes INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. Dally Except Sunday, 25-29 South Meridian Street. Telephones—Main 3500, New 28-351 MEMBERS OF AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS. . . f _ _ ( Chicago. Detroit, St. Louis, G. Logan Payne Cos. Advertising offices } New York. Boston. Payne, Burns & Smith, Inc. IF MR- ROOKER Is right, how can the commissioners Increase the Judges’ salaries? OF COURSE every one was very much surprised that nothing was decided at the street car conference. BOOTLEGERS and other law violators should be pleased with the report that Judge A. B. Anderson Is to be promoted. NOW THAT we know where Italy lies, why not put some of the new crop of world savers to work solving the taxation problem? MR. SCHWAB is also among those financiers who believe that the low mark of readjustment has been reached and the fuU’-“ is rosy! WHATEVER the primary election board members finally get for their sendees, the consensus of opinion will be that they earned it! TRUST JIM COLLINS to attend to any little things the Legislature might have overlooked, such as providing duties for useless appointees! THE DAYLIGHT buv,’lar, who once escaped from the county jail and who Is now asking for clemency, apparently has not heard that the Goodrich term has expired. IF AS MUCH energy were consumed eliminating useless departments and cutting useless expenditures as is consumed discussing tax amendments there would be no tax problem. A Black Resort When the old roadhouse on Brighton boulevard known as the Bungalow was a rendezvous for sporty white people it was a source of a great deal of concern to the authorities of Indianapolis and extraordinary police methods were adopted for its elimination. Now that it has become a gathering place for negroes. It appears that it has been enjoying the patronage of negro policemen who have lent it the protection of their presence even while they were presumed to be patroling districts. The Bungalow is no less a vile resort because it is patronized almost exclusively by negroes. The laws governing the sale of liquor do not differentiate between whites and blacks. The city of Indianapolis Is not free of resorts and the laws are not being properly enforced as long as such places as the Bungalow are being operated for negroes. It is the boast of the department of public safety and the mayor that the laws are being enforced in Indianapolis and there are no public drinking places. Such boasts are often accepted at the face value by persons who are not familiar with local conditions. Particularly are they likely to be ac-; cepted by whites who never come in contact with the blacks either in business or amusement. Now, however, there arises some Interesting facts to controvert the claims of law enforcement and to make it apparent that while resorts have been closed to whites they are open to blacks. A negro resort, where liquor is sold, dancing tolerated late into the morning and lawless characters allowed to congregate is as much a menace to the morality of Indianapolis as a similar resort conducted for whites. And when it is disclosed that such a resort is frequented by the negroes who are members of the police force and other policemen make a practice of finding “everything quiet” on their inspections, it is time to call a halt on .he hypocrisy. There is no good reason why the most undesirable of negroes should have special privileges which are not sought by the desirable negTo citizens and which are not tolerated among the whites. Why Avoid the Issue? ' There was just one thing that every’ one who attended the conference on taxation this week was agreed on and that was the fact that taxes are toA high. Jt was, after all, the one outstanding feature of the conference, and yet hardly a word was said about bringing them down. The entire discussion concerned the question of hdw they are to be collected. Really, is not this putting the cart before the horse? When every one, even 'those most closely connected with the operation of the State and local governments, agrees that taxes are too high, is it not about time some one comes forward with a constructive suggestion about bringing them down? It was repeatedly stated that the present method of levying taxes is unfair. This may be true, but the method is no more unfair than the collection of taxes several times greater than they should be. It is obvious that the only solution of this particular problem is through the cutting of expenditures. Expenditures are responsible for high taxes and there is considerable Indication that high taxes are responsible for most of the complaints concerning the present system. Public buildings are becoming crowded with new offices and new employes. During the last ten years the number of employes in most branches of the State, city and county governments has doubled. The most necessary step toward bringing about a resumption of business on a normal scale Is a reduction in taxes. Five of the-foremost business organizations in the State united in holding the tax amendment conference. Why could not these same organizations hold a State tax reduction conference? This suggestion is meant seriously. 'The thing could be gotten at In a sane way without regard to politics or the ideas of individual politicians, but with the utmost regard for the pocketbooks of the taxpayers and for what is absolutely necessary to carry out the functions of government. Why’ could not a committee representing these organizations be appointed to investigate our State government, our city government and our county government with a view to lopping off useless or nearly useless branches and cutting from the pay roll useless employes? Recommendacould then be made to the Legislature and sufficient pressure brought to bear to obtain the vote of any legislator ever elected. Obviously such a movement would bring loud and prolonged howls from the politicians but it would result in incalculable benefit to the business of the State and to the citizenship generally. With this accomplished there would still be time enough to discuss the manner in which the taxes which remain to be collected should be raised. Sun Spots If everything else is in order, or in hopeless disorder, it might be well to worry’ a little over the recent sunspots, with the attendant brilliant auroras on the earth. The effects on earth, as expressed by eminent astronomers and men of science, may be useful in the conduct of business, planting of potatoes and putting on of shingles. Thanks to careful observations, it is recalled that phenomona of this kind occurs every eleven years. There are some effects felt on the earth, like sudden changes of weather, or some elctrical disturbance. This may be the eleventh year. Emient scientists assert the sun is at a period of diminishing activity, possibly, getting a little cooler, but they say the solar eruptions may assist the development of vegetation this year. The crops may be improved and surely not much damage will result to telegraph and telephone service. Thanks to scientific instruments, the sunspots are not only measured but they are analyzed. It is determined that they are caused by gas, and that they are clouds extended as much as 200,000 miles out from the sun. Photographs taken at intervals of a few minutes show great differences, thereby demonstrating that the rapid changes are the result of immense power or eruptions. If great astronomers are to be taken seriously in this matter the effect on the earth will be cooler summer. Possibly cloud bursts, race wars, adverse congressional legislation and upsetting of railroad time tables may result Prices will become lower and there will be no coal strike. Canned fruit will keep better than heretofore. It Is not told what effect the sun spots will have on coming elections, though it is predicted that there will be greatly diversified voting this fall and some surprises are in store. Taxes will continue high. Also some advancement will be made in the of the law of relativity.

THE CHURCH W T N OVER-SHOT WHEEL i-, y-'v TTTa TTT\7' Copyright, 1920, by Doubleday, Page t I I —l |H |\] rx Y * do., Published by special arrange-■*-)y • A AJL/X AY A ment with the Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.

was what would hare .been described to its guests as “an object of Interest" In the catalogue, had the Eagle House Issued a catalogue. T-his was an old, old mill that was no longer a mill. In the words of Josiah Rankin, it was “the only church in the United States, sah, with an overshot-wheel: and the only mill in the world, sah, with pews and a pipe organ.” The guests of the Eagle House attended the old mill church each Sabbath, ana heard the preacher liken the purified Christian to bolted flour ground to usefulness between the millstones of experience and suffering. Every year about the beginning of autumn there came to the Eagle House one Abram Strong, who remained for * time an honored and beloved guest. In Lakelands he was called “Facher Ab ram,” because bis hair was 60 white, his face so strong and kind and florid, his laugh so merry, and his black clothes and broad hat so priestly in appearance. Even new guests after three or four days’ acquaintance gave him this familiar title. Father Abram came a long way to Lakeland. H lived in a big, roaring town in the Northwest where he owneu mills, not little mills with pews and an organ in ts >m, but great, ugly, rnonn-tain-like mills that the freight trains crawled around all day like ants around |an ant-heap. And now you must be told i about Father Abram and the mill that | was a churchy for their stories run to- ; gether. ! In the days when the church was a ; mill, Mr. Strong was the miller. There I was no jollier, dustier, busier, happier t miller in all the land than he. Ha lived in a little cottage across the road from the miil. His hand was heavy, but his toll was light, and the mountaineer-,, brought their grain to him across many weary miles of rocky roads. The delight of the miller s life was his little daughter. Aglaia. That was a brave name, truly, for a flaxen-haired toddler; but the mountaineers love sonorous and stately numes. The mother had encountered it somewhere in a book, and the deed was done. In her babyhood Aglaia herself repudiated the na?ne, as far as common use went, and persisted In calling herself “Dums.” The miller ! and his wire often tried to coax from Aglaia the source of this mvsterlous i name, but without results. At fast they ! arrived at a theory. I n the little gardeu behind the cottage was a bed of rhodoI dendrons in Which the child took a pej culiar delight and interest. It may have 1 been that she perceived in ‘‘Duins" a kinship to the formidable name of her j favorite flowers. When Aglaia was 4 years old she and | her father used to go through a little | performance in the mill every afternoon, : tbnt never failed to come off. the weather permitting. When supper was readv her mother wonld brush her hair and put on a clean apron and send her across to the mill to bring her father home. When the miller saw her coining In the mill door he would come forward, all while with the flour dust, and wave his band and sing an old miller's song that was familiar in those parts and ran something like this: “The wheel goes round, Tb grist is ground, The dusty miller's merry. He sings all day. His work is play. While thinking of his dearies.'’ Then Aglaia wonld run to him laughing, and call “Da-da. come take Dums home"; and the miller would swing lier I to his shoulder and inarch over . toj supper, singing the miller’s song. Every evening thia would take place. One day, only a week after her fourth ; birthday, Aglaia disappeared. When 1 last seen she was plucking wild flowers by the side of the road in front of the cottage. A little while later her mother went out to see that she did not stray too far away, and she was already gone. Os course every effort was made to; find her. The neighbors gathered and ! searched the woods and the mountains for miles around. They dragged every foot of the mill race and the creek for a long distance below the dam. Never a trace of her did they find. A night or two before there had been a family of wanderers camped In a grove near by. It was conjectured that they might have stolen the child; but when their wagon was overtaken and searched she could not be found. The miller remained at the mill for nearly two years: and theft his hope of finding her died nut. He and his wife moved to the Northwest. In a few years he was the owner of a modern mill in one of the important milling cities in that region. Mrs Strong never recovered from the shock caused by the loss of Aglaia. and two years after they moved away the miller was left to bear his sorrow alone. When Abram Strong became prosperous he paid a visit to Lakeland* and the old ml{l. The seeno was a sad one for him. but he was a strong man, and always appeared cheery and kind ly. it was then that he was inspired

KEEPING HOUSE WITH THE HOOPERS

(The Hoopers, an average American family of five, living In a suburban town, on a limited income, will tell the readers of the Dally Times how the many present-day problems of the home are solved by working on the budget that Mrs. Hooper has evolved and found practical. Follow them dally in an interesting review of their home life and learn to meet the conditions of the high cost of living with them.) Mrs. Hooper’s decision to cut off Helen’s dancing lessons as a punishment for deceiving her mother was not made without careful thought. As far as discipline went It was effective as it was the one thing of which the child could be deprived that would impress her as being a penance for wrongdoing. On the other band, Mrs. Hooper rather welcomed it as an excuse for taking Helen out of the eiasfc—at least until some kind of cooperation could bo estntdißhed between the mothers and the tpacher so that a respect for authority might be restored and some standard of behavior insisted upon. She was far from satisfied with what she had seen last Saturday at the dancing school and it was her belief that, while the kind of “rouglxhonse" behavior in which tho children were indulging was innocent enough in itself, it was planting the germ of careless, slipshod manners that would b difficult to overcome later. She in no sense blamed the dancing teacher: rather, she believed that the carelessness of the mothers was at tho root of the trouble, and it was her plan to get some of them together with the dancing teacher, talk the matter over and reorganize on anew basis that would include an interest on the part of the mothers and that wonld take the burden of some of the responsibility from the teacher. She was not unfair enough, either, to blame Helen’s little adventure Into the

FIFTEENTH WEEK. WEEKLY STATEMENT FROM MRS. HOOPER’S NOTE BOOK. Budget. Received Henry's salary SSO 00 Pj5(J Work's Shelter $6.00 Electrician for putting in plug on out balance Porch $2.00 $4.00' Food 20.00 Meat $3.50 Dairy supplies 3.25 Fish So Vegetables and fruit 5.50 Groceries 3.25 Ice 1.00 Henry's luncheons 2.50 Clothing 7.00 Material for Mrs. Hooper's house dress $3.00 Sewing room supplies SO Operating ex.. 9.00 Household supplies $2.50 Third installment on washing machine 2.50 Cleaning rr.g 1.50 t 6.30 2.50 Advance.. . 3.00 Helen’s dancing lesson $ .50 Church 25 Newspapers 25 Saving 5.00 Nothing 5.00 <SO-°5 $32 85 $17.15 $50.00 a—Copyright. I§2l.

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to convert the old mill into a church Lakelands was too poor to build one; and the still poorer mountaineers could not assist. There was no place of worship nearer than twenty miles, i The miller altered the appearance of the mill as little as possible. The big overshot-wheel was left in its place, j The young people who came to the j church used to cut their initials in its soft and slowly decaying wood. The dam was partly destroyed, and the clear mountain stream rippled unchecked down its rocky bed. Inside the miil the changes were greater. The shafts and millstones and belts and pulleys were, of course, all removed. There were two rows of benches wRh aisles between, and a lfttle raised platform and pulpit at one end. On three sides overhead was a gallery containing seats, and reached by a stairway inside. There was also an organ—a real pipe organ—in the gallery, that was the pride of the congregation of the Old Mill Church. Miss Phoebe Summers was the organist. The Lakelands boys proudly took turns at pumping It for her at each Sunday's service. The Rev. Mr. Banbrldge was the preacher, and rode down from Squirrel Gan on his old white horse without ever missing a service. And Abrahm Strong paid for everything. He paid the preacher So(W a year; and Miss Phoebe S2OO. Thus, in memory of Aglaia, the. old mill was converted into a blessing for the community in which she had once lived. It seemed that tho brief life of the child had brought about more good than the three score years and ten of many. But Abram Strong set up yet another nionument to her memory. Oui from his mills lu the Northwest came the “Aglaia" flour, made from the hardest and finest wheat that could be raised. The country soon found out that the “Aglaia" flour had two prices. One was the highest market price and the other was—nothing. Wherever there happened a calamity that left people destitute—a fire, a flood, a tornado, a strike, or a famine, there would go hurrying a generous consignment or the “Aglaia” at its “nothing" price. It was given away cautiously and Judiciously, but it was freely given, and not a penny could tho hungry ones ray for It. There got to be a sayin that whenever there was a disastrous fire lu the poor districts of a city the fire chief's buggy r< ached the scene first, next the "Aglaia ’ flour wagon and then the fire engines. So this was Abram Strong's other monrment to Aglaia. Perhaps to a poet the theme may seem too utilitarian for beauty; but to some the fancy will seem sweet and fine that the pure, white, virgin flour, flying on its mission of love ad charity, might be likened to the spirit of the lost child whose memory it signalized. There came a year that brought hard times to the Cumberlands. Grain crops iverywhere were light, and there were no local crops at all. Mountain floods had done much damage to property. Even game in the woods was so scarce that the hunters brought hardly enough home to keep their folk alive. Especially about Lakelands was the rigor felt. As soon as Abram Strong heard of this bis messages flew; and the little narrow-gauge car* bezmi to unload 1 "Aglaia” flour there The miller's or ders were to store the flout in the gal- ; lerr of the Old Mill Oh arch; and that every one who attended the church was to carry home a sack of it. Two weeks after that Abram Strong came for his yearly visit to the Eagle House, and became “Father Abram” again. That season the Eagle House had fewer guests than usual. Among them was Rose Chester. Miss Chester came to X.akeiands from Atlanta, where she worked in a department store. This was the first vacation outing of her life The wife of the store manager had once spent a summer at the Eagle House. She had taken a fancy to Rose, arid had persuaded hrer to go thero for her three weeks' holiday. The manager's wife gave her a letter to Mrs Rankin, who , gladly received her in her own charge and care. Miss Chester was not very strong. She was about 2<k and pale and delicate from an Indoor life. But one week of Lakelands gave her a brightness and spirit that changed her wonderfully. The time was early September, when the Cumber i lands are at their greatest henuty. The mountain foliage was growing brilliant with autumnal colors; one hr- thed aerlai champagne, the nights were dellclonsty j cool, causing one to snuggle cosily under! the warm blankets of the Engle House. | Father Abram and Miss Chester became great friends. The old miller learned her story from Mrs. Rankin, and his Inters*’. , went out quickly to the slender, lonely girl who was making he- own way in j the world. The mountain country was new to Miss ; Chester. She had lived many years In the warm, flat town of Atlanta; and the grandeur/and variety of the Cumberlands j

realm of romance that had started her fairly on the road of habitual untruth and petty deceits on, the lack of discipline at the dancing school. She was inclined to believe the theory of the lecturer at the Woman's Club that children’s Imaginations and a desire to attract attention to themselves often.carry them far from the truth that seems commonplace and unattractive compared to the things they think about in relation to their own growing personalities. She believed this had been true lu Helen's case. Just coming home to tea with her mother and Betty and Roger and an occasional friend had grown too monotonous to satisfy her budding imagination, so she had "made up" tho most ex citing socia diversion she could think of that of going to tea with rich people In a magnified,t stone house that stood in the midst of beautiful gardens, that was the most impressive place of residence in Mayfield. But Mrs. Hooper did feel that the child's increasing bad manners and flippancy and careless speech could be traced directly to her attendance at the dnncltpg school. It wns a very depressed and silent little girl that helped her mother with the housework, this morning, and Mrs Hooper felt grieved as mothers always do when the punishment that seems necessary to inflict appears all out of proportion to the deed. Roger had waxed the dining room floor and Mrs. Hooper had closed the room until Monday morning to give the polished surface a chance to dry properly. They had luncheon on the porch and breakfast there in the morning would he very pleasant. After church they were to go to the woods for a picnic to spend the afternoon and early evening. Mrs. Hooper decided to leave the hall

delighted her. She was determined to enjoy every moment of her stay. Her lit le board of savings had been estimated so carefully in connection with her expenses that she know almost to a penny what her very small surplus would be when nbe returned to work. Miss Chester was fortunate In gaining Father Abram for a friend and compan ion. He knew every road and peak and slope of the mountains near Lakelands. Through him she became acquainted with the solemn delight of the shadowy, tilted aisles of the pine forests, the dignity of the bare crags, the crystal, tonic mornings, the dreamy, golden afternoons full of mysterious sadness. So her health improved, and her spirits grew light. She had a laugh as genial and hearty in its feminine way as the famous laugh of Father Abrajn. Both of them were natural optimists; and both knew how to present a serene and cheerful face to the world. One day Miss Chester- learned from one of the guests the history of Father Abram's lost child. Quickly she hurried away and found the miller seated on his favorite rustic bench nepr the chalybeate spring. He was surprised when his little friend slipped her hand into his, and looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Oh, Father Abram," she said, "I'm so sorry! I didn't know until todav about your little daughter. You will find her yet some day—Oh. I hope you will." The miller 'coked down at her with his strong, ready smile. “Thank you, Miss Rose." he said, in his usual cheery tones. “But I do not expect to find Aglaia. For a few years I hoped that she had been stolen by vagrants, and that she still lived: but I have lost that hope. I believe that she was drowned.” _ "I can understand.” said Miss Chester, “how the doubt must have made* it so hard to bear. And yet you are so cheerful and so ready to make other people’s burdens light. Good Father Abram!" “Good Miss Rose!' l mimicked the miller. smiling. “Who thinks of others more than yon do?” A whimsical mood seemed to strike Miss Chester. s “Oh, Father Abram.” she cried, “wouldn’t it be jfrand if T should prove to be your daughter? Wouldn't it be romantic? And wouldn’t you like to have me for a daughter?” “Indeed, I would.” said the miller, heartily. “If Aglaia had lived I could wish for nothing better than for her to hare grown up to be just such s little woman as you are. Maybe you are Aglaia,” ho continued, falling In with her playful mood; “can’t you remember when we lived at the mill?” Miss Chester fei swiftly into serious meditation. Her large eyes were fixed vaguely upon something in the distance. Father Abram was amused at her quick return to seriousness. .She sat thus for a long time before she spoke “No,” she said at length, with a long sigh, “I cant remember anything at *ll about a mill. I don’t think that I ever saw a flour mill In ray life until 1 saw your funnv little church. And if I were your little girl I would remember it, wouldn't I. I'm so sorry. Father Abram." “So am I." said Father Abram humoring her “But If you cannot remember that you are my little girl. Miss Rose, surely you can recollect being someone else's You remember your own parents, of course.” “Oh, yes; I remember them very well —especlalij' my father. He wasn't a bit like you, Father Abram. Oh. I was only making believe. Come, now, you’ve rested long enough. You promised to show me the pool where you can see the trout playing, this afternoon. I never saw a trout." I.ate one afternoon Father Abram set out for the old mill alone. He often went to sit and think of the old days when lie lived in the cottage across th“ road. Time had smoothed away the sharpness of his grief until ha no longer found the memory of those times painful. But whenever Abram Strong sat in tho melancholy September afternoon* on the spot where “Dunis" used to run in everyday with her yellow curls- flying, the smile that Lakelands always saw upon ills face was not there. The miller made hts way slowly up the winding, steep road The trees crowded so close to the edge of It that he wnlked In their shade, with his hat In hls hand. Squirrels ran playfully upon the old rail fence at his right. Qualls were calling to their young broods in the wheat stubble The low sun sent a torrent of pale gold tip the ravine that opened to the West Enrlv September!— it was within a few- days only of the ann+vercary of Alcala's disappearance. The old over shot-wheel, half covered with mountain ivy. caught patches of tho warm sunlight filtering through the tree*. The cottage across the road was still standing, but It would doubtless go down before the next winter's mountain blasts. It was overrun with morning glory and wild gourd vines, und the door hung by one hinge Father Abram pushed open the mill door, and entered softly. And then h<* stood still, wondering He heard the sound of someone within, weeping Inconsolably. He looked, and ssw Miss Chester sitting in a dim pew, with her head bowed upon hn open letter that her hands held. Father Abram went to her. snd laid one of hls strong hands firmly upon hers. She looked up. breathed his name, and tried to speak further. “Not yet. Miss Rose,” said the miller,

and kitchen to he cleaned Inst and this morning was devoted to a thorough over hauling of the guestroom, which needed nothing new and needed very little but a good cleaning. The menu for the three meals on Sunday. which Includes the picnic lunch, is: BREAKFAST. Grapefruit Cereal Sausage Balls Cinnamon Toast Coffeo. PICNIC DINNER Cold Fried Chicken I Stuffed Deviied Egga Jam Sandwiches Lettuce Sandwiches Cake Stuffed Prunes Cocoa in Thermos Bottles. SUPPER. Cold Sliced Tongue Bread and Butter Pickles Tea Cocoanut Layer Cake. HOROSCOPE "The stars Incline, but do not compel!” SUNDAY, JUNE 12. Good and evil planetary Influences con- ; tend today, according to astrology. Alj through Jupiter and Mercury are In ; henefle aspect, Uranus, Saturn, the sun | and Venus are all adverse, i It Is a rule tinder which the clergy | may he exceedingly eloquent and bril- | liant, but congregations are likely to be j coldly, critical and unresponsive. The seers deflare that humanity "has not learned the lessons taught by war, , and that since greed .:nd selfishness have not been subdued unrest and constant fermentation of icheas will cause dire troubles. Persons whose birthdnte It Is may have a year of many hazards. Strict attention to business is enjoined. It is well not to make any changes, but there will be temptation to try new fields of effort. -I- -If MONDAY, JUNE 13. Astrologers read this as a very doubtful day, although the planetary influences appear not to be so strong as usual. Both Mars and Neptune are in malefic aspect. There is read in the stars today indication of the mobilization of navy and army in a slow and cautious manner. Soldiers and sailors are to benefit greatly, and there will be new opportunities to attain economic independence, owing to large enterprises that, encourage farming and land holding. Many engagements will take place or he anawrtneed in the next few weeks and the middle-aged may make foolish marriages. Persons whose birthdnte It Is should beware of ill-temper or irritability during the coming year. Business may be exacting and stressful. Children born on this dny may be rash and careless, but these subjects of Gemini usually are exceedingly clever.—Copyright, 192 L

kindly. “Don’t try to talk yet. There’s nothing as good for you as a nice, quiet little cry when you are feeling blue.” It seemed that the old miller, who had known so much sorrow himself, was a magician in driving it away from others. Miss Chester's sobs grew easier. Presently she took her little plain-bordered handkerchief and wiped away a drop or two that had fallen from her eyes upon Father Abram's big hand. Then she looked up and smiled through her tears. Miss Chester could always smile before her tears had dried, Just as Father Abram could smile through his own grief. In that way the two were very much alike. The miller asked , her no questions; but by and by Miss Chester began to tell him. It was the old story that always seems so big and important to the young, and that brings reminiscent smiles to their elders. Love was the theme, as may be supposed. There was a young man in Atlanta, full of all goodness and the graces, who had discovered that Miss Chester also possessed these qualities above all other-people in Atlanta or anywhere else from Greenland to Patagonia. She showed Father Abram the letter over which she had been weeping. It was a manly, tender letter, a little superlative and urgent, after the style of love letters written by young men full of goodness and the grace*. He proposed for Miss Chester’s hand in marriage at once. Life, he said, since her departure for a week's visit, was not to be endured. He begged for an Immediate answer; and if it were favorable he promised to fly, ignoring the narrow-gauge railroad, at once to Lakelands. “And now where doe* the trouble come in?” asked the miller when he had read the letter. “I cannot marry him,” said Miss Chester. “Do you want to mary him? asked Father Abram, “Oh I love him,” she answered, “but —” Down went her head and she sobbed again. “Come, Miss Rose," said the miller: “you can give me your confidence. I do not question you, but I think you can trust me.” “I do trust you,” said the girl. “X will tell you why I must refuse Ralph. I am nobody: I haven't even a name; the name I call myself is a lie- Ralph Is a noble man. I love him with all my heart, but I can never be his.” “What talk is this?" said Father Abram “You said that you remember your parents. Why do you say you have o name? I do not understand.” “I do remember them,” said Mis* (’heater, “i remember them too well. My first recollections are of our life somewhere in the far South. We moved many times to different towns and States. I have picked cotton, and worked in factories, and have often gone without enough food and clothes. My mother was sometimes good to me; my father was always cruel, and beat me. I think they were both idle and unsettled. “One night when we were living in a little town on a river near Atlanta they had a great quarrel. It was while they were abusing and taunting each other that I learned —oh, Father Abram, I learned that I didn’t even have the right to he—don’t you understand? I had no right eve.n to a name; I was nobody. “ I ran away that night. I walked to Atlanta and found work. I gave myself the name of Rose Chester, and have earned my own living ever since. Now von know why I cannot marry Ralph—and, oh, I can" never tell him why.” Better than any sympathy, more helpful than pity, was Father Abram’s depreciation or her woes. •Whv, dear, dear! is that all? he said. “Fie, fie! I thought something was in the way. If this perfect young man is a man at *ll ha will not care a pinch el bran for your family tree. Dear Miss Rose, take my word for It, it is yourself he cares for. Tell him frankly. Just as vou have told me, and I'll warrant that he will laugh at your story, and think all the more of you for it." “I shall never tell him." said Miss Chester, sadly. “And I shall never marry him nor any one else. I have not the right." But they saw a long shadow come bobbing up the sunlit road. And then came a shorter one bobbing by Its side: and presently two strange figures approached the church. The long shadow was made by Miss Phoehe Summers, the organist, come to nractlce Tommy Teague, aged 12, was responsible for the shorter shadow. It was Tommy’s day to pump the organ for Miss Phoebe, and hls bare toes prnudlv snnrned the dust of the road. Miss’ Phoebe, in her lilac-spray chintz dress, with her accurate little cnrls hanging over each ear, courtesied low to Father Abram and shook her curls ceremoniously at Miss Chester, Then she and her assistant climbed tho steep stairway to the oriran toft. In the gathering shadows below. Father Abram and Miss Chester lingered. They were silent; and it is likely that they were busy with their memories. Miss Chester sat, leaning her head on her hand, with her eyes fixed far away. Father Abram stood In the next pew. looking tboughtfullv out of the door at the road and the ruined cottage. Suddenly the scene was transformed for him back almost a score of years Into the paßt. For, as Tommy pumped away, Miss Phoebe struck a low bass note on the organ and held it to test the volume of air that It contained The churrh ceased to exist, so far as Father Abram was concerned. The deep, booming vihra tlon that shook the little frame building

PUSS IN BOOTS JR. —— - B/ David Corg. CHAPTER CCCLX. In the story before this we left little Puss at the gatee of the Rabbit King's caatle, you remember. Well, when the great big white rabbit opened the palace gate*, he bowed very low and said to the little rabbits who were with Puss. "Pray tell me who Is your comrade in red top boots ?" ‘‘Puss in Boots, Junior,” they answered. And when the great, big. Immense whlto rabbit heard that he bowed still lower ad said. "Welcome, Sir at," and then he led them Into the courtyard and up the marble steps In front of the beautiful castle. And before Puss knew It, he was standing nefore the Rabbit King's throne. And, Oh, me and Oh, my! It waa a beautiful throne, for It was made of pink coral to match the pink nose of the white Rabbit King. “Welcome, sir Cat," he 6ald, and then he beckoned to Puss and made room for | film on the beautiful throne. And yon | can well imagine Puss was greatly I pleased, for I guess It was the first time | be had ever sat a throne. ‘‘Tell me some of your adventures, for I see you are a traveler,” said the Rabbit King. So Puss-told him all about Mother Goose Country and Fairy Land and the Couiyry of the Gods, and about the Giant Merrylaugh and the dwarf Wrinkle Face, and many more, besides, only I can't remember them all, but perhaps you will if you have read all the Puss Junior stories. And when Puss finished the Rabbit King said, "You are a very Interesting cat. If you will stay with 'me I will make you seneschal of my castle.” But Puss politely thanked him and said no, he would rather travel for t “I am a wandering little cat. My home Is under my fer..bered hat. But oh I the wonderful thi: gs I’ve seen When I met the beautiful ''airy Queen. And Thunder Voice, the giant big. And the little Dwarf, not as tall as a sprig, And Neptune’s horses, foamy and fleet. And a monster with ten thousend feet, I took a trip to the Man In the Moon, I saw the dish run after the spoon, I rode In the chariot of the Sun — But, goodness me! I haven't begun to tell you the wonderful things I saw; So good-by. King—let me shake your paw.” And then Puss bowed very low and left the White Rabbit’s castle and started once more on his journey of adventure. And bj’-and-by after a while, he came to a river where a white water horse was snorting away and dashing the spray high into the air. “Are you one of Neptune’s horses?” asked little Puss Junior, and he leaned over the bank far as he could to geta good view of beautiful white sea horse. And, oh dear me! I hope Puss won't fall in before I have time to write the next story, for, if he does, I wonder what the big white wrnter horse would do?—Copyright, 1921. '.To bo Continued.)

was no note from an organ, but the bumming of the mill machinery. Ho felt sure that the old overshot wheel was turning; that ha was back again, a dusty, merry miller in the old mountain mill. And now evening was come, and soon would come Aglaia with flying colors, toddling across the road to take him home to supper. Father Abram’s eyes were fixed upon the broken door of the cottage. And then came anothar wonder. In the gallery overhead the sacks of flour were stacked in long rows. Perhaps a mouse had been at one of them ; anyway, the Jar of the deep organ note "shook down between the cracks of the gallery floor a stream of flour, overing Father Abram from head to foot with the white dust. And then the old miller, stepped into the aisle and waved his arms and began to sing the miller's song: “The wheel goes round, The grist is ground. The dusty miller's merry.” —and then the rest of the miracle happened. Miss Chester was leaning forward from her pew, as pale as the flour itself, her wide-open eyes staring/ at Father Abram like one in a waking dream. When he began the song she stretched out her arms to him: her Ups moved, she callfed to him in dreamy tones: “Da-da, come take Dums home.”’ Miss Phoebe released the low key of the organ. But her work had been well done. The note that she struck had beaten down the doors of a closed memory ; and Father Abram held his lost Aglaia close in his arms.

PROBLEMS OF The By-Product Coking Business 13. Why We Do Not Make Wagon-Lot Sales of Coke at Our Plants. From time to time we are asked why Tve do not sell wagon-loads of coke at our plants to anybody who wants to call for it. We will endeavor to explain why this seems impracticable to us. 1. Anybody who visits our plants must be impressed with the fact that most of our coke piles are inaccessible to wagons and trucks because the plants are necessarily lflid out with reference to handling coke rapidly in large quantities. This is not an insuperable obstacle to a wagon business, as we could doubtless lay out a wagon yard at ea 'h plant. It would mean some waste of valuable space, and such a change would be very difficult to bring about at a time like the present when coke stocks are most unwieldy. 2. We do not at present have the equipment or the organization to handle such business. In addition to railroad sidings and bins for our wagon <yards, we should have to install wagon scales and sales offices and employ clerks to make the sales and supervise the loading and weighing. Such business would have to be on a cash basis and this would involve prompt transfers of money to our city office, as (joke sales offices at our plants would not be safe places in which to leave money. We could establish such equipment and organization at each of our plants, but the investment and continuing expense would make it necessary to charge considerably more on wagon load sales than on carload sales, for the business would be small as compared with the cost. 3. Assuming that we did not add this expense to our selling price but sold wagon-lots at the same pri. e as car-lots, the sales would still be small. Not many consumers would undertake to provide their own teams and to unload the coke and put it into their cellars. If they did not already have transportation facilities and men in their employ to do this, they would find the trouble and annoyance too great for the doubtful economies to be secured. Few of the regular coal dealers would send to the plants for coke because transportation to their yards by railroad and from their yards to their customers by wagon would be cheaper than to haul the coke from our plants/ to their customers. Furthermore their regular organizations at their yards can handle business better from those places than from our plants. A few dealers whose yards are near our plants might take coke in wagon-lots, but the amount thus taken would be very small. The principal class of buyers of wagon-lots of coke would he coal peddlers rather than consumers or regular dealers—persons with little capital and meager equipment who solicit orders and then go after their supplies. If we stood the extra cost of supplying this wagon trade, such men might sell coke within a limited area about each of our plants at less than the prices asked by regular dealers. If we charged them a fair price to cover our extra expense, they could not compete with the regular dealers. 4. We do not believe we would benefit either the community or ourselves by catering to this class of trade. On the other hand, we are sure we would damage both. Peddlers hauling from our plants could supply only a small proportion of our total population at most. They could not be depended upon except in dull times when they could not get other employment. They would injure the regular dealers who maintain equipment and organizations to serve thte community at all times, and without which the community could not be supplied with fuel. They pay no taxes on yards and business stocks and facilities. They could not per- y ceptiblv increase the coke consumption of the community, although they might cut into the coke business of the regular retail fuel merchant to a slight extent. Whether the 65 retail fuel dealers who are handling our coke are pushing it as they should or not, we have no intention of encouraging the development of a jitney fuel business in this city. Such a course would certainly not benefit the community and it would certainly damage our local coke business. CITIZENS GAS COMPANY

yon visit Lakelands they will tell you more of this story. They will tell yoil how the lines of it were afterward traced, and the history of the miller's daughter revealed after the gipsy wanderers had stolen her on that September day, attracted by her childish beauty. But you should wait until you sit comfortably on the shaded porch of tho Eagle House, and then you can have the story at your ease. It seems best that our part of it should close while Miss Fhoebe’s deep bass note was yet rever-i berating softly. And yet, to my mind, the finest thing of it ail happened while Father Abram and his daughter were walking back to the Eagle House in the long twilight, almost too glad to speak. “Father,” she said, somewhat timidily and doubtfully, “have you a great deal of money ?” “A great deal?” said the miller. “Well, that depends. There is plenty unless you want to buy the moon of something equally expensive.” - "Would it cost very. ve. - y much,” asked Aglaia, who had always cAlrted her dimes so carefully, “to send a telegram to Atlanta?" “Ah,” said Father Abram, with a little sigh, “I see. You want to ask Ralph to come.” Aglaia looked up at him jwith a tender smile. 9 “I want to ask him to wait,” she said. “I have just found my father, and I want it to be just we two for a while. I want to tell him he will have to wait.”