Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 59, Number 34, Jasper, Dubois County, 27 April 1917 — Page 2

1 House in I Holly Street I By JOHN ELKINS

(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) "For lo ! ray own shall come to me." The little thin woman in the rocker, darning stockings, kept saying this over and over in spite of the protest on her daughter's face. "Well, why don't it come?" asked the girl starting to set the table. "Perhaps I haven't had enough faith. But I keep on trying." And the calm, sweet face again bent over the work with just the faintest shadow across the patient lines. "I know mother, you are a dear. I wish too I had more faith. But some day I get just desperate. The little, mean eight dollars a week I earn at that typewriter only keeps us alive. And this street is enough to give one nervous prostration." "My dear, I thought it was very quiet and decent" "Yes but I'm ashamed to ask anyone here. If we could only move into a better neighborhood." "But we couldn't afford it, dear." "I know of some new flats in Benton place for no mere than we pay here." "How much room?" asked the mother. "Oh, two rooms, a kitchenette and bath." "But we couldn't do with that." "We could manage. And it's just a swell entrance." "But here we have a little garden, and" "And chickens," finished Florence disgustedly. "Chickens that are an awful bother." "But they furnish us with nice fresh eggs, and " "And get into the yard next door. It's all right as long as no one lives there. But just wait till there's a tenant, and there'll be a row. Lady Grey is determined to go over there." "Yes," sighed Mrs. Bennett, "I don't see what has got into that hen." "I know, mother, you like the little patch of ground and the chickens but I do want some of the good times other girls have. I could go with the people around here but you know I don't care for them." "jSo, dear, you wouldn't be your father's daughter if you did." A fashionable neighborhood meant more to the dwellers in this small city than a cosmopolitan can well understand. It was the sized place where one calls on the new neighbor when she moves into the same block. Holly street with the small, poor houses, in which the Bennetts lived was wellnigh a reproach to mention in the good society of Brentford. The next morning she turned back as she was starting out. "Mothey!" she called. "They are painting the vacant house !" "Why so they are! I guess we're going to have neighbors !" Workmen went in and out, and a man vas preparing the ground for 'a small garden. "Ah ha!" cried Florence. "Now Lady Grey will have to go into retirement, or lose her neck." "I'll watch her," protested Mrs. Bennett. "Well, 1 don't want your job," laughed the girl as she swung off to the ofiice. That evening a tale of woe awaited her. "Oh, Florence! Such a dreadful woman has moved in ! Just a common Irish creature with a thick brogue!" "I told you your own wouldn't come to you by way of Holly street !" Her mother being in the joking mood, went on: "She spoke to me well it was insulting!" "I foresee Lady Grey made the first call." "Yes, I thought I had stopped up that hole in the runway, but she got through, and the way that woman went for me. I don't know what we're going to do." Two or three days after this, as Florence was taking a survey of their small grassy plot with it's hardy annuals and shrubbery, a female voice hailed her over the fence. She turned and saw the owner gazing at her. "Say, miss," she called, "I'd loike ye to look afther that hen o' yours, or as thru' as I'm talkin' I'll look afther her niesilf. Here's the row of phlox all mixed up wid the 'sturtions, an' the sticks layin' galley west. It's enough to be thryin' the patience o' a holy saint, so it is !" Florence heard a door open on the other side of the fence. "Yes." she agreed. "I should think it would be. Mother thought she had fastened in Lady Grey. I'm very sorry. Did she get over there again?" "Whether t'was Lady Grey or Lady White, she's a divii of a hen, an' if she comes over again, I'll " Here the torrent of words came suddenly to a stop with a masculine voice breaking in: "Margaret! Margaret! what is the matter?" "Well if yer wantin' a garden just ye thry havin it wid a hen I" "But the lady has said she was sorry." "Yes indeed," said Florence, "and I promise you you shall not be annoyed any more." Here a rather good-looking young man emerged from obscurity. More explanations followed, andthe militant

i Irish lady went into the house. When

Florence related the incident to her mother, the latter rejoined: "I suppose she's taking boarders, and it'll be noisy and unpleasant with men running In and out." "I shouldn't suppose anything but day laborers would be likely to board in Holly street. But maybe he's a clerk on a small salary still he spoke like a gentleman." "A clerk can be a gentleman," added her mother. "Yes," said the girl doubtfully. "He can be." It was really quite astonishing, the way in which the acquaintance over the fence progressed, till one day Mrs. Bennett invited him in. "This place must look very dingy to you after your shining new paint In there," she said to him. "No," he said, "it looks very cozy, very homey." He took in the ample library table, the shaded lamp, the books, and the good pictures on the walls. "It looks very much as I thought it would." "We've asked time and again to have this room papered and painted, but that miserable old skinflint of an owner won't do it. It seems he had to next door." "Did you ever see the owner?" he asked. "No, I don't, even know his name. The agent said he wouldn't." "I think he will," said the young man. "Mr. Royal ! But how do you know?" "Well, you see, I work for him in the silk factory." "Does he own that too? Well, he's worse than a skinflint!" "No, he's a decent fell aw, if he is a millionaire. It's the agent who's to blame." The speedy way in which the cottage was overhauled, and everything done just as Florence and her mother wished convinced them that young Mr. Royal must have some "pull." The love route is sometimes subject to fluctuations, but this one seemed to progress steadily. One day he put the important question: "I'm getting only twenty-five a week now, but I'm promised a raise. Would She Turned and Saw the Owner Gazing at Her. you be willing to live on that?" he asked. "I've got to think of mother," she answered. "If you'd let me go on with my typewriting " "No, no," he demurred, be mothered a little, and take care of you both. I "I want to I want to don't want you to work in an office." "I must say for a poor man, you have some foolish pride," she pouted. Then the next minute: "I don't care if it's only twenty, we'll manage." When Mr. Royal again found his voice he announced that he would bring his father to call. The old gentleman scrutinized his future daughter-in-law so searchingly she began to feel uncomfortable. "Miss Bennett," he said, "I feel it is my duty to inform you that this young man has been telling you a perfect tissue of falsehoods." "Father!" interposed the young man glancing at the surprised face of the girl going white with the shock of the revelation. "It's true he is getting twenty-five a week, but as to a raise " "If that's all," she cried, "I don't care. We can live on it. If there's nothing against Mr. Royal's character" " 'Mr. Royal,' " sniffed the old man. "You rascal ! you didn't even give your right name." "What?" she gasped. "Now never mind, Miss Bennett ! It was just a part of his Quixotic game. He wanted to see if you really cared for him. You're the right sort. I shall be very proud to have you for a I daughter. I tried out Jack to see what he was made of. Now, I m going to make him superintendent." "Superintendent!" she echoed incredulously. "Yes. you see I'm the owner, and the old skinflint who owns these houses. All I have will be the boy's. Just now I want him to take a vacation for a honeymoon and I want it to begin right away. Come here, and kiss your father!" Florence somewhat dazedly complied. Then she glanced at her mother who had taken the old gentleman's outstretched hand, and she knew her own had come to her. 4

'GATOR IS NEW

Until recently it was supposed that the only good alligator was a dead one. At least no one ever found much use for one until after it had departed this life and turned its skin over to mankind for use in various ways. But now appears the much-feared 'gator as the rival of the horse. Visitors to an alligator farm at Jacksonville, Fla., are getting much sport out of driving about in a little runabout with a 'gator furnishing the motive power. It may be a little slow, but it's new and that's enough. The picture shows Miss Charlotte Ehlbeck of New York out for a drive.

HASTE By GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS.

This Is a great age for Haste. But as some wise Head has stated, Haste makes Wastq. Take time to Do things well. Haste in Eating makes Waste in Health. The Stomach rebels and refuses to co-operate and the whole human machine backs up the Stomach. And with impaired Health, there naturally comes a slowing down of the Natural and Usual speed that always trots alongside Effort wisely and economically spent. Take time to Think things out. A loss of Energy In ill Temper and heated Words always means a loss of Power, aj; the source in $ou,rain and at the head offices of your?rervous System. Haste while in a Temper or under circumstances of Provocation is almost always regretted. When the Brain is all stirred up and the whole Body up In arms that's the time for Patience and Waiting never for Haste. The thing to do then is to Take time to Cool off. You never see a really big man going about his work as though the world was about to end. And yet the man who takes time and works his affairs out according to careful plans and system and then sticks to the program .vould be ready for the ending of the world at any time! Take time to Work your very best. No Other Poem Has Given World So Many Immortal Quotations as Grey's Elegy No single poem in the English language perhaps has contributed so many lines that have passed into currency of quotation as Gray's famous Elegy. It is a veritable mine of epigrammatic nuggets that have enriched the language of orators and writers and become such familiar property that their origin is almost forgotten and they seldom now receive the credit even of quotation marks. Here are a few of them that will be recognized as old friends: "The short and simple annals of the poor." "Rich with the spoils of time." "The paths of glory lead to the grave." "And freeze the genial currents of the soul." "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air." "Some mute, inglorious Milton, some Hampden guiltless of his country's blood." 'Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed." "The applause of listening senates to command." "The noiseless tenor of their way." "Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife." "E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires." "A youth to fortune and to fame unknown." "To wade through slaughter to a throne." The inspirational influences of the poem have been far-reaching, says the Kansas City Star. Thomas Hardy's most famous book and the best of his earlier novels "The Madding Crowd," derived its title and perhaps its inspiration from one of the oftqnoted lines of the elegy. It is told oi Daniel Webster that when he was being driven to the capitol to deliver his reply to Haynes he was heard by one qf his companions to murmur over and over again as he rode along the words: "The applause of listening epates to command." It will also be

RIVAL OF THE HORSE

remembered that Wolfe, the conqueror of Quebec, read this poem in his tent the night before the battle on the Plains of Abraham and said: "I would rather be the author of that poem than the conqueror of Quebec." oJUUJÜUiLPJLPJLQJ Q Q Q Q Q 0;o0Q00,g a Capes of Marabou. E Marabou capes similar to the g iur capes ot the winter will be Vd worn tins spring. They are ad 3 mirable as accompaniments of , tne modisii straight little one3 piece frocks. These capes are o of white or brown marabou in o various styles and they reach to the hips. There will also be OL smaller models fashioned in two tones. For instance, there mav jo be a collar and yoke of white P marabou finished with a deep o border of white feathers striped g withgray, or, perhaps, there o will be little tufts of snowy os- C o trich on a marabou foundation. Black and white speckled feathers make an effective edging to a plain white boa, the ends of which have enormous tassels of feathers. S o o o o o o o o o a A Woman Started It. It was a woman, Delia Salter Bacon, who started the famous Bacon-Shakespeare controversy. She was born at Tallmadge, 0., 106 years ago and was educated in the school of Catherine Beecher, the sister of Henry Ward Beecher, and became a school teacher. Later she began writing books and tales and delivered many public lectures on literary and historical themes and gave Shakespearean readings. She was a friend of Carlyle, Hawthorne and other eminent men, but her greatest fame lies in the fact that she was the first to put forth the theory that Francis Bacon was the real author of Shakespeare's works. SOME SMILES Government Ownership. "Charley, dear," said young Mrs. Torkins, "I am going to be in favor of government ownership." "Have you given the matter any thought?" "Yes, indeed. If we had government ownership of railroads I might be able to tell any conductor who didn't find me a seat on the shady side of the car that I wouldn't vote for him next election." Pa's Idea of It. Little Willie Say, paw, what is a pink tea? Paw A pink tea, ray son, is something that makes a man want to get out and daub crimson paint on the town. Deduction. "That woman. said Herlock Shomes, the great detective, "has evidently heard that lemon juice is good for the complexion." " 'Cause why?" asked old Dock Watson?" "She has such a sour-looking face," replied the g. d. "But as a rule, women have better comp! exions than men." " Natura lly," c o m m e n ted the peddler. "No artificially," snapped Shomes. The Bet Was Off. Two experienced anglers were fishing. One sat down on the pier, while the other stood. Just before beginning

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DETHRONING KtNG POTATO

By DR. SAMUEL G. DIXON, Commissioner of Health of Pennsylvania. The potato recently has been the most advertised vegetable we have. Its consumption far exceeds any other vegetable made up of a large proportion of starch. Let us consider the claims of the potato to the high dignity that has suddenly been thrust upon it. The human digestive system is limited in its power to digest properly large quantities of starch. Americans ! have made general use of starchy foods, and this practice is playing its part in checking the natural growth of our people, both in mind and in body. The excessive eating of potatoes, so often taken at a meal simply as a matter of habit when there are other starchy foods and sugar in the meal to supply the same want, causes a j catarrhal condition of the digestive ! system, thereby preventing the normal ; working of the glands of digestion. i Gradually a diseased condition of the organs of digestion results and this prevents nature's process of preparing food for assimilation. Consequently the system has to absorb the waste products and a gradual starvation and poisoning is the result. The catarrhal patient, in addition, gradually loses resistance to germ diseases. From babyhood and childhood up, we Americans indulge in an excess of starchy foods. A well-rounded diet demands starch along with meat and fat, of course, but we indulge in an excess of starclrand the habit often continues through adult life. Raw potatoes contain about SO per cent of water, and in skinning and eying we lose on an average about 10 per cent of the raw potato. The baking of potatoes causes less loss and produces the most wholesome preparation for human consumption that can be made of the vegetable. AVhat does this suggest with the potato in tle limelight and its cost out of all proportion to its real value? The answer is that its use can not only be cut down to a normal proportion of the diet for those who like its taste, but it can be entirely -replaced by other foodstuffs which would supply starch in even greater quantities. Potatoes have IS parts to the 100 of starch and sugar (carbohydrates) ; jellies and marmalades, GO to 90 parts; rice, 79; buckwheat and barley, 77; hominy, 7G ; cracked wheat, 75 ; macaroni and spaghetti, 74; raisins, 68; oatmeal, 67; toast, 66; beans, 60; bread, 50 to 60; chocolate, 30; canned peas, 9 ; dried peas, 62. In raisins the carbohydrates are mostly of the soluble variety known as sugars. In all the other foods mentioned the carbohydrates present are mainly starch. With these things in mind, it is not hard to think of the potato being knocked off its pedestal. Mercury Goes Up. Here is not a rise in temperature, but an advance in the price of quicksilver. It has moved from $S0 per flask to $110 since the announcement of the German submarine blockade. This isn't as bad as it might be, however. A year or so ago it reached $300 per flash. It will probably be a long time before we are forced to pull in our thermometers from the porch and put them in the safe with the potatoes and other valuables. j operations they made a wager with each other as to who would make the . biggest catch of fish. They had been fishing for about half an hour with little or no success when John, who was standing, lost his balance and fell off the pier. As he went headlong past Dick, the latter yelled : "Hi, John, if you're goin' to dive for 'em, the bet's off!" Superstitious. Neighbor I heard your dog howling last night. If he howls three nights in succession it's a sure sign of death. Nextdoor Indeed ! And who do you think will die? Neighbor The dog. Might Have Been. "My boy might have been president of the United States." "What happened?" "He got married, and his wife wouldn't let him go into politics." Negatived. "Some day you'll be rich enough to retire from business." "Give up my nice pleasant office and stay home?" rejoined Mr. Growcher. "I should say not." Can't Run Down. Wantsit Do you know how long this bill of yours has been running? Nopay I believe It's been running now about six years, but Wantsit Say, I believe you've discovered perpetual motion. Particular. "Casey is me pertickler friend. Ol'd have ye know." "G'wan! If he was pertickler, - he wouldn't be yer friend."

GREAT DEMAND FOR CANADIAN LAND

Americans Are Buyers and Becoming Settlers Anxious to Get Cheap and Productive Land. Beports are to hand that there will be a large influx of settlers from tho United States Into the Canadian West during the coming Spring. For a time there has been a falling off, on account of the fear of conscription, which of course was not possible, and which the Canadian Government gave every assurance would not bo put into operation. In any case it would not affect the American settler, and more than that the man who was working on the farm, helping to produce the grain that goes to feed those who are at war, would not be affected. The excellent yields of the Western Canada crops, and the high prices secured is having its influence on thoso looking for homes. The authenticated reports that have been sent out from time to time that this farmer and that farmer had paid for their entire farm holdings out of one crop has reached the ears of the man looking for a fnrm. When he hears that G. H. Beatty of Nanton, Alberta, had 679 bushels of wheat from 12 acres or an average of 56 bushels to the acre, he becomes interested. When he learns that Sidney E. Phillips of Beddeford, Alberta, threshed ten hundred and fifty-threo bushels of wheat, the average being 52 bushels per acre, his interest is further aroused. Thos. Long of Lethbridge had 120 bushels of oats to the acre from a field of 25 acres, W. Quinn of Milk Itiver had 6,004 bushels of wheat from 100 acres, an average of 60 bushels per acre, and Robert Tackaberry of Nobleford makes affidavit that he had an average of seventysix bushels of wheat per acre from a field of 10.63 acres. Thos.Boulton of the same place makes affidavit that from fifty acres he had a yield of fifty-threo bushels of wheat per acre. Newell J. Noble's affidavit of getting 54 bushels per acre from 1,000 acres stands out most strongly as evidence of what the wheat grower can do. This affidavit is strengthened by a paragraph stating that he had 122 bushels and 30 lbs. per acre from 394.G9 acres. Mrs. Nancy Coe makes affidavit that on her farm at Nobleford she threshed six thousand one hundred and ten bushels of wheat from one hundred and fifteen acres, or fifty;three bushels and eight lbs. per acre, and from a flax field (stubble field) she got 20 bushels and 8S pounds per acre. It cannot be said that these were freak yields because so many had such great success. When these reports are read, the man looking for a farm becomes convinced. These are only a few of the reasons that will cause a large influx of American farmers into the Canadian West during the coming Spring. The farmers now resident in Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta are purchasing additional lands. Prices are low and Free homestead land can be had in many districts and the homesteader is welcome. Advertisement. The Way of It. "How on earth can they weigh souls as they say they do?" I guess they use a spirit level." IS CID GROSS FEVERISH. Look, Mother! If tongue is coated, give "California Syrup of Figs." Children love this "fruit laxative," and nothing else cleanses the tender; stomach, liver and bowels so nicely. A child simply will not stop playing to empty the bowels, and the result is they become tightly clogged with waste, liver gets sluggish, stomach sours, then your little one becomes cross, half-sick, feverish, don't eat, sleep or act naturally, breath is bad, system full of cold, has sore throat, stomach-ache or diarrhea. Listen, Mother ! See if tongue is coated, then give a teaspoonful of "California Syrup of Figs," and in a few hours all the constipated waste, sour bile and undigested food passes out of the system, and you have a well child again. Millions of mothers give "California Syrup of Figs" because it is perfectly, harmless ; children love it, and it never fails to act on the stomach, liver and bowels. )Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs," which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. "When those about us are cranky It may be because we have cranked them." THE BLUE THAT'S TRUE. Red Cross Ball Blue gives to clothe! a clear, dazzling white, whiter than Bnow, not a greenish yellow tinge lik cheap bottle blue. Buy Red Cross Ball Blue for next washday. You will ba happily surprised. Large package at your grocers, 5 cent. Adr. No set of rules that can be laid down will meet all circumstances. To keep clean and healthy lake Br. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets. They regulat liver, bowels and stomach. Adv. Sun-dried oysters are a delicacy In China.

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