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JttMana Haifo OTimrs INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA, Daily Except Sunday, 25-29 South Meridian Stret. Telephones—Main 3500, New 28-351. MEMBERS OF AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS. . • Chicago, Detroit, St Louis, G. Logan Payne Cos. Advertising off.ces j £- ew Yorh, Boston, Payne, Borns 4 Smith, Ine. HOW will they curb the rum runners if that disarmament conference scraps the Navy? a 1 PRESIDENT De Valera is reported to be standing up for the “republic." Sure, otherwise he wouldn’t be “president” IT SEEMS that every still the police have captured recently is the biggest thus far taken. Is there no limit? IT LOOKED for a time as if It would be a Question of which county superintendent is the bigger man, physically speaking. “DEPARTMENT of Theft Costly,” say3 a headline. At that, there have been other departments which have better deserved the name. JUDGE PRITCHARD fined twenty out of twenty-five negroes who appeared in his court. Even that is a high average Just before an election. IT PROBABLY will go rather hard with Senator Lodge to represent his country at a conference that so nearly represents a League of Nations meeting. IT IS passing strange that so much governmental red tape, both Federal and State, is encountered when the condition of the tubercular exservice men is at stake. PERHAPS President Harding selected Senator Lodge to sit in that disarmament parley because he vividly recollects the fate of the League of Nations pact when it reached the Senate. A Spanish Hero In far off Spain recently, a ceremony was enacted which was worthy of more than passing notice. The ashes of the Cid. Spain's ancient hero, were transferred from the Municipal Building of Burgos, to the cathedral there. In connection with the 700th anniversary of the founding of the cathedral. Anew urn was prepared and all solemnity was observed in opening the old urn, reading the ancient documents and reseating and recording the new receptacle. The ashes of Ximena, wife of the Cid, were also cared for at the same time. Tradition has it that almost a thousand years ago the Cid lived. He was a scholar, a warrior, and a ruler, fought the Moors and died ruling the city of Valencia. He became a Spanish national hero and has continued since in the memory of those people. The banners, sword, shield, drinking cup and belongings of this man have ever been held in reverence by the Spanish and much fiction has been written of him. Rodrigo Diaz de Bivar, termed Cid Campeador, was born about 1026 and flourished when great deeds of bravery well became knighthood. Beyond doubt the long span of centuries has added great charm to his personage and to the romantic stories of him. It is passing strange, with ail the world so close and communication so easy, that the occasion of the moving of the ashes of this hero should attract bo little attention among Anglo-Saxons- The Latin-Ameriean and those who speak Spanish are many, so their hero is important. But the record does not dTßclose any representative of the English speaking countries as present On the other hand, recently, two members of the French Literary Society and Alliance Francaise traveled to Baltimore to place a bronze wreath upon thb almost neglected grave of Edgar Allen Poe, in appreciation of his great genius. It Is to be hoped that it may not be successfully charged Americans are too busy chasing dollars to Join with the Spanish in regard for their ancient hero. There is no tradition known to America half as old a3 those attached to the Cid.
Youth's Exuberance In the city of Washington a neighbor of a fraternity house enjoined the boyß from using profane language, loud or boisterous talking, unnecessary noises by jazz or instruments, the honking of automobile horns or the use of the cut off, after 11:30 p. m. The court also set a time when dancing should cease. It is difficult to Imagine what occasion or necessity existed, if any, for all the hideousness In the night, unless it was just cussedness. It was not the destruction of property, but rather the upsetting of hours, tho doing of something unusual, the desire by students to startle someone by outrageous but really harmless conduct In Madison, Wis., where almost ten thousand students congregate, the judge or the Superior Court called In representatives of thirty fraternities and advised that unless carousing among students was stopped vigorous prosecutions would follow. The complaint was not general but there was sufficient to justify a warning. Perhaps the same spirit that prevailed la the Nation's capital, was present In Wisconsin. Usually the students of the university are quite harmless. Police in towns where there is a seat of learning of any size, say students have no sense, which is manifestly wrong even if apparently right They do queer things, however, and no excuse can be assigned. Rat the antics are not malicious. It i3 said that all of the funny thing3 students do, all the pranks they play, are primarily designed toward one end—to shock those In authority. Anything which will upset an authority, or change the usual routine is liable to happen and the authors of it consider themselves heroes. The older heads of schools take these as a matter of course, have courts lecture and make dire promises, but secretly rejoice that youth has such ah abundance of life and pep. What of Relief? This country is now in the sixth month of Republican administration and scarcely anything for tho relief from after-war conditions has been accomplished. There was a program supposed to be defined in the party platform. The party in power controls everything about the Government. But what la the result? Congress has been in continuous cession- It terminated the technical state of war with Garmany. It Is still wrangling over taxes and over treaties and in the meantime the country has not been relieved of any of the ills which were blamed on a sick President, or a former administration. Exchange rates with foreign countries prevent exports. Rail rales at home stop shipments. There is talk of sinking a largs number of wooden ships and under th> existing program or lack of program, a big merchant marine is proving a costly liability to America. A winter of discord and suffering faces the Nation. It is in order to inquire what the Republican party—the party which was to unravel the tangled mesh occasioned by a sick President —I, doing Can any one answer? Congress is meeting, sweltering, talking and procrastinating. Taxes are as high as ever with really no prospects of abatement. The public which expected confidence to return and normalcy to reign, Is still waiting, and no results' appear. The after-war problems are as far from solution at the end of the six months in power, as ever, and the country is suffering.
‘Official Business' Under cover of an envelope which bears the “official business’’ stamp of the United States postoffice, tho Times has received the following gem of literary effort as a report o? the remarks made by Postmaster General Hays at a luncheon given by the Washington Rotary Club on Aug. 10, 1021: “There is a lot of business that is really sick, still staggering with the shell shock of war and the debauch of extravagance, but there is a good deal more that is merely malingering. "What we need more than anything else is the common sense of courage and confidence. There Is, of course, the greatest era of expansion and prosperity ahead that the world has ever seen. Every one Bnows this and the only question discussed is when it will Btart. Well, it’s time to go out and meet it. Let us have less of ‘Thou shalt not' and more of ‘Come on, let’s go!’", Every one who knows our own Mr. Hays will understand exactly the spirit that prompted him to make these remarks. But a good many of us will wonder just how the report of these remarks falls sufficiently under the classification of “official business’’ of the Postoffice Department to entitle it to be transipitFe'3~flu'ough the malls nostage free! N.
“THE STORY of NINETTE” A New Serial by RUBY AYRES
Synapsis of Preceding Chapters Ninette, a tiny waif who first saw the light of day in cheap lodgings in a dull road in the worst part of Balham, is adopted by “Josh” Wheeler, who shares his meager earnings as a scribe on a London paper, with the friendless bubo. Under his tender care Mpette grew to girlhood and together they planned for the future. Josn contracts pneumonia. Ninette pawned everything they had and finally, in desperation, tries her hand at writing, signing her name ‘Wheeler” Her efforts brought a curt note from Peter Nothard, an editor. She calls at hie office but he does not accept the article. Hopelessly Ninette turns into the street and after a long, long walk finds herself In a far better class neigh borhood than that in which she and Josh live. Two men come from one of the houses. They have left the latcnkey in the door. She finds it easy to enter and her only thought is to help •Tosh. Just as she picks up a costly watch she is confronted by Peter Notharu. (Continued From Yesterday.) CHAPTER VI. A Friend in Need. It seemed to Ninette that a hundred years must have passed while she stood there, staring at Peter N’othard with terrified eyes. The watch in her hand was ticking loudly and cheerily, and the fire crackled ns If beseeching everyone to forget everything but the comfort and warmth which it offered, then N'othard took a step forward, the cynical smile in his eyes changing to a puzzled sort of expression. “Where have I seen you before?” he asked sharply. Ninette found her voice then, with an effort. / “This afternoon—in yonr office, I—l belong to Josh Wheeler.” “Good lordl” The man’s sh cowed eyes searched her face with swift understanding, she looked cold and pinched, ami her eyes were too large for her face. After a moment: “How did you know I live here?” he demanded. “I didn't know. I don’t knew anything about you. I was passing, and I heard you Say you had left the key in tiie door, so I—so I came in.” She spoke without expression, as if she had la&rnt the words off by heart, and when she stopped speaking she groped backward for the nearest chair and sat down weakly. "I'm so tired,” she, said In a whisper. The room whs floating round her, and there was aN singing noise in her ears, it was only with sn effort that she kept hers.-Ls from falling. N'othard walked out of the room: he came back pr.-eently with a glass of
Ye TOWNE GOSSIP Copyright. 1921. by Star Company. By K. C. B. J D<*ar Mr. K. C. B—l was out in the yard playing mumbledepeg with our colored washwoman's little kid, and dad called me and n*nd me a letter from a man that has a newspaper in New York, and the man said I was a super boy and wanted mo to write something 3.000 words long for his newspaper. And Mr. K. C. B. you're my friend, and you know I'm Just a little boy and 1 can't write 3. Xi words, and I wish you'd tell all the editors not to write to my father be cause some day he'll make me do t, and I don't want to. 1 want to play. JACKIE COOOAN, 1701 La Brea, Hollywood, Cal. MY DEAR Jack!©. CM VERT glad. TOC WROTE to me. TO STOP the editors. • * • WRITING LETTERS to you. • • • lIECACSTE, AFTER all. THE ONLY fun. • • • I GET out of my work. iS WHEN little boys. • • • AND GROWN-UP folks. • • • GET INTO trouble. • • AND WRITE to me. TO HELP them out. AND WHEN I can do it. I ALWAYS do. . • • TOC MAKE the exouse THAT TOC don’t want to write. • • • BECACSE TOC want to play. • * • AND YOU have mv sympathy. .... AND I know how you foot. ... KBCACSE ALL the time. ... I WANT to play. ... AND I have to write. ... AND TOC tell your father. ... THAT I told you. ... THAT TOC were to play. ... AS LONG as you ran. ... SO WHEN you're as old. AS I happen to be. ... YOC’LL STILL want to play. ... AND KNOW how to play. * * * BECAUSE I know meix • • • WHO DIDN'T play much. • * * AND WORKED aU tho time. • * * AND MADE a lot of money. • • • ANJD TRY to play now. • • • AND DON’T know bow. • • * I THANK you.
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wine which he made her drink, then ho took the watch gently from her hand and laid it down on the desk again. ‘‘l don't think that will be of much use to you," he said. “And, besides, it’s rather a treasured possession of mine.” Ninette, looked up with haggard eyes. “Y’ou are going to give me to a policeman?” she gasped. “I am not.” She started at him disbeiieviugly. "What—what then?” she gasped. “I'm going to give you some money and let you go home.” ' His voice was impartial but mot unkind. "I suppose Wheeler’s down on his luck, is that it?” He turned sharply-and looked at her ‘M should not have said you were a thief,” he ended. Her eyes blazed. “I’m not a thief,” she flashed out. "Do you think 1 wanted that for myself?” She indicated the watch. “Do you think I care what happens to me if Josh dies—aud he is dying? Oh, it's unfair —unfair —unfair!” she cried, with a wail of utter misery in her voice. “Why should you have a home like this and money, and everything you want, when he has nothing—nothing? It is not fair —lt’s all wrong, and he's so good!” She was sobbing broken-heartedly now. “If it hadn’t been for him I should have gone to the workhouse when 1 was born; if it hadn't been for him—” N'othard broke in sharply. “You’ll make yourself ill if you go on like this. Stop crying and tall me what really is the matter. I'm sorry if Wheeler is 111, but it won’t help matters for you to have hysterics." Her tears stopped as if by magic: she dried her eyes with a fierce little movement. “If I had known this was your house,” she said, ”1 would luiva dropped down d.-ad in the street before I would have come ini” He smiled at that, there was "such an odd mixture of childishness and worldweariness in her voice. “I do not flatter myself that you have any great lore for me,” he said dryly. "The shortness of our acquaintance hardly makes it possible, but perhaps later on you will change your mind.” She rose to her feet; the half-bantering tone In which he spoke goaded her to madness. “Let me go,” she stammered. “1 am sorry I came. I don’t want your money; I don’t want anything from you. Let me go.” He barred the way, with his artn outstretched. "How often do yon treat Wheeler to these scenes?” ho asked, half curiously, half impatiently. “Be sensible, and sit down again. 1 want to talk to you.” ‘T want to go! I hate you—l hate this house.”
“If you Insist on going 1 shall de as a great many men would have already done in my place, and call a policeman,” ha said quietly Her mouth fell open, and the fire died from her evea; she sat down meekly enough without another word. “That's better.” N'othard said. “Now then, what's the matter with .Wheeler?” “He's had pneumonia; he's been ill six weeks, and we've spent, all we've got, and he can't work." Her eyes were raised to his handsome face for a moment with bitter hatred. “I wrote that article you said was rubbish the one about autumn. I dare say you’re right, und it I* rubbish. I'v never tried before, and now 1 don t suppose I shall ever try again. Her voice fell away miserably; she sat nibbing her cold, thin hands together mechanically. “What do yon generally do with yourself?” bo demanded after a moment. She shrugged her shoulders “Anything! Nothing! I wanted to earn my own living, but Josh didn't like the idea of it. Ile had a sort of idea of bringing me up to be a lady. My mother was a lady." she added proudly. Her eyes sent him a furious challenge. But, fortunately for him, Nothard did not smile. "How old are you?” he asked". She answered after the barest possible hesitancy. “I shall bo eighteen next birthday.” “And what relation are you to Wheeler ?” “None; he_,pn!d for me when I was born. My mother died then, and there was no one else, and Josh paid -be always has paid—or 1 should have gone to the workhouse." "I set*." Ho walked over to the fire and stood looking down at the cheery blaze for a moment silently, then he turned again, “if yon wait a moment I'll send for a taxi and drive you home. It's somewhere Hammersmith way, isn't it?” “Yes." He went out of the room, leaving the door open, and Ninette heard him speaking on tho telephone. Presently he came back. “My housekeeper is out,” he said. “That’s how you happened to find the house empty, but if you’ll lend me ft hatld well pack tip some things for you to take to Wheeler.” CHAPTER VII. The Shadow of Death. She rose to her foot. “Things—for Josh?" she said blankly. “Yes, port wine and s’uff. 1 don’t know what there is in the house, but you can come along and sec.” He led the way across the hall, and she followed; she was dutyl with sheer amazement; she could only stand by ns In ft dream as he ransacked the wellfilled larder and packed a basket. A cold fowl, and a Jelly, two bottles of port and some grapes. “Ob, have you always got things like this in the house?" she asked at last with a gasp. Nothard looked amused. “I suppose so,” he admitted. “I don't bellevo I’ve ever been in the pantry be fore.” They went back to th" study, and a few minutes later a taxi drove up to the door. Ninette was watching Nothard row with fasinalod eyes; tho dreamlike feeling was beginning to wear off
and she realized that this wonderful happening was all true. Khe was going home in a taxi, and ho was going with her; they were joking all sorts of delicate food for Josh, and now he would soon get well, and be able to go about again; she was all eagerness to bo gone. When they were driving away she leaned forward, starring into the darkness with strained eyes. “He’H wonder where I’ve been,” she said, half to herself. “Oil, I do hope he won't have missed me!” She turned suddenly to tha man beside her. “Is it very late?” she asked. "About 10,” be answered. She gave a little cry of dismay. “Then I've been out hours and hours.” “We shall soon be there now,” he told her. But it seemed an eternity to Ninette. ben at last the cab stopped in the street where they lived; she sprang out and rushed inro the house. Nothard, following, stumbled after her through the dark, narrow passage and upstairs, carrying the basket. He was amused at himself, though he knew perfectly well that there was nothing to be amused at. The darkness and heavy- atmosphere of the house oppressed him; somehow he had never realized that people had really to live in such surHis life had been rather a selfish one, more from force of circumstance than an yreal desire on his part to make it so Beyond a married sister he had no relative - : in the world, and did not want any; ne was exceedingly well off, and wrapped up in his business; he had never trou lied much about bis fellow creatures. H> t there was a vague sense of shame now in bis heart as he climbed the staU-f snt? folic wed Ninette into the back bedroom above. He could hear her moving about in the darkness, couid hear her say; “Wait a minute while I find the matches.’ He heard the spurt of a match on the box, and by the flickering candle light so ra mometD caught tho pale, anxious silhouette of her face before she turned swiftly to the bed. “Josh!” Nothard put down the basket he car red and crossed the room softly till he stood beside he.-. He began to ray something abont “Sorry to hear you're 111, Wheeler,” but the words died In his throat ns Ninette gave a strangled cry: "Josh! Josh!” Nothard caught tho candle as It fell from her hand; his own nerves were shaken as he shaded the light aud bent over the pinched, sick face on the pillow. Ninette need not have frar.d that Josh Wheder would have missed her, for Josh Wheeler was dead! There .was a moment of trng'c silence, then N'othard put the candle down
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on tho table beside the b*d and touched Ninette's arm. “Come awny,” he said hoarsely—"come an ay He saw- that she had not really understood what had heppened. though the first glimpse of Wheel orb* pallid face had wrung that strangled cry from her; she stood there, "bending a little over him, her hand oil h!s shoulder. "Cornu away,” Nothard said again. Bin* turned then and looked at him across her shoulder, and suddenly her eye* dilated and she began to shake a* she read the shocked compassion on his fare. Twice her lips moved before she could frame eny words, then slio said in a cracked, difficult voice: “He's dead, isn't he?” “Yea." It seemed the kindest thing to tell her at once, but the scene lie had expected never followed; she gav a great shudder and for an Instant shut her eyes. “Dead —Josh!” she whispered with white lips. N'othard pnt an arm around her and led her away; she came quite unresistingly, walking Uko a figure asleep. At the doorway he stumbled against the basket of food he had brought with him, and an angry pang of remorse shot through liis heart as he realized how little he had been too late. This afternoon, wiien this girl called at his ofllee, he might have been able to help her; he might have been able to save Josh Wheeler's life; but now—" Ha took lier downstairs and called to the woman who kept the house. She came from tho kitchen, surprised into immediately obeying his summons. There was a smell of fried fish from the kitchen behind her, and loud, noisy laughter. Nothard looked at her in the wavering light of the lamp she carried, and shuddered. “The man upstairs is dead,” he said curtly. “Is there any one here who can look after this girl for tonight?” . The woman stared at him, then she laughed rudely. “Dead, is ho? About time, too, I
should think; he’s bean lying there long enough, keeping me from letting the room to others who’ve got the money to pay. Who's going to give me what he owes, I should like to know? Look after tho girl. Indeed I I should say from what I know of her that she's quite capable of looking after herself!” She turned and called back into the kitchen : “Here, Jim 1” The man with the noisy laugh lumbered out. “Hallo, what's up?” he asked. His wife explained. “Mr. Wheeler upstairs has snuffed it at last, and this gentleman here wants to know if there’s any one as can look after bis girl for the night. A nice thing, after all we’ve done for nothing; as it is A glory be ” She broke off with an angry cry as Ninette slipped from Nothard’s hold and fell fainting at his feet. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) PUSS IN BOOTS JR. By David Cory You remember in the last story the little fairy had Just given Puss the magic herb, and now of course he was anx ious to send it as soon as possible to his sick father. “I wish I had wings,” he said to tlu; little yellow bird. “It wouldn't take ine long to fly back to the castle of my Lord and Lady Carabas where my father lives." ‘TIJ take it for you,” said the Utth yellow bird, and she picked up the magic herb in her bill und flew away. And some day 1 11 tell you how Puss Junior's father was cured of his rheumatism, for by that time the magic herb will have had time to work its healing. “Now, where shall I go?” thought Puss to himself, for he didn't want to go back to see the Giant Merry Laugh, yon know. And just then, all of a sudden, a big white elephant came by. Itis tusks were as long as telegraph poles and his trunk as big ns ft funnel on an ocean liner. ‘‘Hello, Kitten,” he said, with a loud trumpet, for elephants’ voices sound like trumpets, you know—“what are you doing here ?’’ “Oh, I'm Just traveling,” answered little Puss Junior. “Well, pet on my back and I'll take yon with me," said the kind white elephant, and then he knelt down so that Puss could get on his back, and then off ha went, and by and by, after a while, they came to a large city, where the towers glittered in the rays of the sun, and the people went about the streets in red turbans and *Uk gowns. “Have you ever been to India?” asked tiie elephant. “No,” said little Puss Junior. “Then you have much to see* and learn,” replied the elephant, and then on he went and by and by, after a while, they came to a great river where the water was ail black on one side and white on the other.
“This U the Ganges River,” said the elephant; “it is the most sacred water in all the world.” And then the animal vent on and on along the river bank and by and by they came to a great city named Remare*, a sacred city which the Hindus say rests on the back of a divine mud turtle. So the elephant stopped be T’l'o a little bungalow, in front of which was a great lawn with several tropical trees growing upon It. “We will rest here for a while,” said (he elephant, so Ibis* slipncd off his back lo the ground, and pretty soon a dozen or more Hindus were sitting on the grass, and then they undid their bundles and showed Russ a little Onshmere cap and a sandal-wood box beautifully carved and Borne georgeou* peacock fans. little Puss Junior took out his purse and bo-nght the little nip, the snndal-wood box and the peacock feather fan to take home to ills father. And then the big white elephant said. “Got on my back,” and in the next story yo shall hear what happened after that.— Copyright, IDSL To Be Continued. Grand Jury to Sift Kunkle Auto Case Carl Kunkle, alias Carl Kendall, 82, '27 East North street, arrested Saturday by Detective* Manning and W hite with a stolen automobile in his possession, was bound over to the grand jury under $5,000 bond by Russell Willson, judge pro tern., in city court yesterday afternoon. The machine Kunkle was driving, belongs to Frank Lavender, grocer, 8501 North Illinois street. and was stolen from in front of the Stateliouse, July 11. Kunkle was arrested by the detectives when ho attempted to sell a spare tire to a man at Tenth street and Fort Wayne avenue.
Mem Yoo May Marry By E. R. PEYSER
Has a man like this proposed to you? Symptoms: Long of limb, dark-light hair, that glints in the sun, beaming white teeth, you see them glitter before you see him; wears soft- clothes! Get it? Soft everything. Looks soft, yet athletic, . wears slouch hats, slouch suits (Norfolks and Knickers), slouch shoes, never gloves, he likes you because you don't mind going to a fancy show with him in slouch clothes or going: into a big restaurant to dine with him in slouch attire. IN FACT All his slouch is in his clothes und you know it. He is really quite smart! Prescription to his bride: Teach your mother that he is all right and then tJ all will be well and your life will be happy. ‘•V. Absorb This: KNOW WHERE TO SLOUCH THERE ALL THE SMARTNESS LAY I Copyright, - 1921, by The McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
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 Daily 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 thei" home ltle and learn to meet the conditions of tne high coat of living with them.) WEDNESDAY. ‘ls there anything I ought to bring home from the city for our camping outfit that you can't get here in Mayfield, Mary?” asked Mr. Hooper as he was leaving for the office. “No, not a thing, Henry, now that you have bought those rubber boots for yourself and Roger. I couldn't have found them here at the price you paid for them in town.” I've brought an old suit down from the attic and packed it in my bag and if you will put in gome worn underclothes l can Just throw them away when I finish with them. With my socks and handkerchiefs I won't need to carry anything else, will X?" “No," replied Mrs. Hooper, “and Airs. Chapin aud I will devote this afternoon and tomorrow afternoon to buying your supplies and when you get home from the office on Saturday you and Roger can pack so that everything can be put aboard tho automobile for an early start on Monday morning. “It does seem as if we had been getting ready for this trip for ages,” continued Mrs.’ Hooper laughing, “but assembling thtngß slowly the way we have done has made It very easy for me. Helen and Roger have their clothes ail packed in their straw suitcases, which are small and not heavy, so that the baggage for all three of you won't take up much space, Mrs. Chapin intends to pack Billy's and Anna s things together in one suitcase but I believe you and Roger and Helen will like It better to have your things separately packed.” ”1 have some plums started for canning. Helen," said Mrs. Hooper after breakfast was over, "and I want to put them up while I am ironing th!s morning so you will have to straighten up the kitchen so I can begin at once.” Mrs. Hooper had already partially prepared plums by putting them in boiling water until the skins came off readily. She had then peeled them and put them in layers in a large earthen bowl with granulated sugar between the layers. After that she had let them stand all night, When she went downstairs before beginning the ironing, she poured off the juice that had collected and brought it to the boiling point in a porcelain kettle. She skimmed it and then added the fruit. After simmering it for half an hour she removed the plums with a skimmer. The fruit was then cooled and the juice boiled until it was thick. She then put the plums in the jars, poured the Juke over them and sended them. ”1 hope you made those plums sweeter than you usually do, mother,” satd Heleu a3 she viewed the long rows of Jars, when Mrs. Hooper had finished. “Yes, I did,” replied her mother. “I hare always used three quarters of a pound of sugar to a pound of fruit and that is the proportion that I like best, but as you all like them sweeter, as many others do, I have put a pound of sugar to a pound of plums in what I have Just put up.” There was a small basket of plums left after the canning for the day w-as finished and as Done of the family cared much for the fruit raw, Mrs. Hooper sugared them for winter use. She took large plums, cut them in two, stoned them and dredged them In powdered sugar. She then put them on shallow dishes in a moderate oven for half an hour and lay them on a sheet of glass to dry. These packed and kept in a dry place would be delicious when stewed in the winter. It was so late before Mrs. Hooper and Mrs. Chapin got into town to do their shopping that only a few of the things Mrs. Hooper had planned to do could be accomplished. Mrs. Chapin had promised to be ready to leave the house by 2 o'clock but being one of those women who have no sense of time or its value, she hadn’t begun to get ready when Mrs. Hooper called for.Jier, and more than an hour was wasted w-aitiug for her to dress. She then stopped to give a few orders to the maid, and then to telephone aud finally had to return to the house after she had reached the gate to sow a button ou her glove. Mrs. Hooper was. too polite to show her annoyance, but she made up her. mind that she would finish the shopping alone
tomorrow if Mrs. Chapin delayed things in this fashion again. “I want to buy a ham,” said Mrs. Hooper as they started out. “I will keep half of it for my own larder and charge the other half to the camping expedition.” “Do you think half a ham will b* enough for them,” inquired Mrs. Chapin. ”Oh, plenty,” added Mrs. Hooper. ’’They don't want it for a steady diet, but - 1 think a little is a very necessary part of a camp diet. Beside that we will buy them a side of bacon and with some canned corn beef that will be all the most they will really need. They ought to be able to get an occassional chicken from a nearby farm, and Henry and Billy and Roger are promising to supply no end of fish, for the main feature of each meal." “I suppose they will need potatoes too,* observed Mrs. Chapin. “Yes I think they ought to have some," answered Mrs. Hooper. “But they ars so heavy I believe they had better buy those at the small town store. The menus for tho three meals on Thursday are: BREAKFAST. Rhubarb Conserve Cereal reached Eggs Poporers Coffee LUNCHEON. Egg Soup Rye -Bread and Butter Blackberry Jam Iced Cocoa DINNER. Cream of Tomato Soup Veal Loaf Green Corn Vegetable Salad Blackberry Pie EGG SOUP. Place one quart of milk in the upper pert of a double boiler and add two tablespoocsfuls of vermicelli and about two tablespoousful of grated cheese. Stir until the cheese is melted add salt, celery, salt and paprika to taste and two lightly beaten eggs. Cook, stirring constantly until the soup thickens and flavor with one tablespoonful of thick tomato catsup and half a teaspoonful of Worcestershire sauce. Serve with toast square*. Copyright 1521.
HOROSCOPE H The stars Incline, but do not compel!"
THt RSDAT, ACO. 18. Menacing stars rule if lay, according to astrology. Mercury, the Sun and Vranus are all in malec aspect. During this sway the mind may be especially sensative to depressing and discouraging suggestions. A positive mood should be sustained. I'nder this planetary government It is wise to defer any important initiative, for the judgment is not to be trusted when Vranus has sinister power. it is a most unfavorable aspect for, signing contracts or entering into new business relations. Publicity comes under a direction of the stars, making for sensational nows that affects the reputation of men la high place. Persons whose birthdate it is may experience a very strenuous year in which they are subjected to severe strain. They should watch the nerves. Children born on this day may not be very lucky on this day. These'subject*: of Deo may he Inclined to get into difficulties and should be carefully trainedL Chicago's First Ku-Klux Class Is Initiated in Mud CHICAGO. Aug. 17.—Details of Chi, cage's firts Ku Klux Klan initiation. In which 2,37(1 men were made members of the order/beeapie known here today. fc The initiation, conducted with wterd rites and much secrecy, was held on a prairie thirty-seven miles from the city while a drizzling rain fell on the whiterobed figures. The Klansmen stood ankle deep in mud and slush and ghostly fires burned as the neophyt s took the oath •£ allegiance to the "invisible empire.’ A procession of.fi,ooQ automobiles carried the Klansmen to the sceen of the initiation, more than 7,000 white-robed men participating. LODGE TO GIVK SOCIAL.. Fidelity I.odge. No. 227, Daughters of Rebekah, will give a lawn social at the home of J. W. Buchanan, 1006 Fletcher avenue. Thursday evening. Music will be provided by the Odd Fellow band.
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