The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 6, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 8 June 1911 — Page 7

i i ' 7 [/> STORY fU Mia Selina Lue 0 anp the B Soap-Box Babies By Maria Thompson Daviess A* - Illustrations byMagnus G. Kettner Copyright 1009, The Bobbs-Merrill Company. SYNOPSIS.

Miss Selina Lue, spinster guardian angel >of River Bluff, presides over an impromptu day nursery for the babies of the neighborhood in the rear of her grocery. Her charges are known as “SoapBox Babies.” The fact that she is single makes her an object of sympathy to the One of her friends Is Miss Cynthia Page, daughter of Widow Page. Cynthia visits Miss Selina and learns that she has taken another “Soap-Boxer” in Alan Kent, a young artist who wishes to establish a studio In her barn. Blossom. Miss Lue’s adopted baby, and one Cynthia is very fond of. shows an evident preference for Alan. When Cynthia leav -s, Alan hears that her mother Is in danger of losing the old homestead. A near ruckus. Alan admires Cynthia. Selina tells how she came to locate in the ■place and start the haven for little ones. She suspects that Cynthia is responsible ifor Alan's neglect of herself. Sale of the mortgaged Page place considered. Alan’s portrait of Cynthia is discovered. CHAPTER V. The Gospel-Boat Meeting. When I see a curl of religion sprouting tip, I think it’s best ter kinder shine on it pleasant-like, but not to take too much notice until it roots good. —Miss Selina Lue. Friday, the 13th, dawned clear and mild for Miss Cynthia, and the early morning breezes that ruffled the fair hair on her pillow breathed no hint of adventure, though they wakened her long before the usual hour. She opened her eyes on a window-framed landscape with the down-river hills and banks in the distance. She had the feeling that she was going on with a dream in the top of the barn in which she had been just about to voice her admiration for the picture to a tall and glorified Miss Selina Lue in gray knickerbockers, when her consciousness formed complete connection and she sat up and stretched her white arms with a smile. The impertinence of the man to presume to mix in her dreams, even if his pictures were wonderful! As Miss Cynthia dressed in a leisurely way she found it hard to k >p her thoughts from straying to the bluff and the barn. She had for more than a week controlled the inclination of her feet to wander in that direction, and now she felt impelled to see / Miss Selina Lue and Blossom —and — Oh dear! how she did love those pictures! On her way downstairs she looked cautiously in her mother's door and found her awake and in the act of taking her morning ’ nourishment. Everything Mrs. Jackson Page did was in the way of a ceremony, and she received Miss Cynthia graciously —in a point-lace breakfast-cap. “How are you, mother, this lovely morning?” she inquired gently. Mrs. Jackson Page preferred to be spoken to in cadences of deepest sympathy at all times. “As well as I can ever hope to be,” she answered languidly, though she sipped with a degree of relish the sect ond cup of coffee and began a busi-ness-like attack on a substantial tray of breakfast the maid had set before her. “Are you going in to town today I had hoped you would look at that house on University avenue. If I have to leave my ancestral home I want a place of abode suitable to our position. It will not be for long, I am afraid, and after I am gone—” she raised a lace handkerchief to her eyes and left Miss Cynthia in doubt as to whether she Was bemoaning the pros-' pect of her daughter’s bereft condition on University avenue or her own on one of the streets said to be paved with gold. After a proper degre of concern and consolation. Miss Cynthia beat a hasty retreat down the steps. The telephone stopped her on her way to the outside world and an animated conversation ensued, conducted by Evelyn Branch, who was up and doing far earlier than was her wont. » “You dear thing,” she hailed across the city, “to be awake so early! Did you get yoqr worm all right? I was just calling to leave my number for you. I am so excited —I —* “Then I infer you did catch your worm,” laughed Miss Cynthia into the telephone. “It isn’t a worm I am after; it’s a man.” “Too early then, dear, unless you want a brisk farmer.” “Anything but, cherie! Listen! do you remember my telling you about that perfectly delicious man I met in Washington last winter?” “Which one?” “There was only one—like him. You know, it was Alan Kent, the artist! I told you about going to his studio and what a compliment Aunt Kate thought It was to have him ask us. Don’t you remember my telling you abdut him? My dear, he was the

whole thing all winter. Well, grip : your heart tight—he’s here in the city!” “Really?” Miss Cynthia’s voice tried ■ hard to be what Evelyn expected of it. “Yes, I saw him on the street last night, and before I could make Harold stop the auto he was gone and we couldn’t find a trace of him anywhere. Isn’t it exasperating to think of that gorgeous creature loose here in the streets, and times so dull in the summer? There were only three men at the Country club’ last night and they were grumpy and attentioned to death. So glad you weren’t there, for it was bad enough without you. “Are you sure you saw him?” ventured Miss Cynthia with no more than a polite show of interest. “Sure? Well, Alan Kent is entirely too distingue a man for anybody to fftrget. My dear, he is most attractive —and it is so romantic about his father and all. The old man is a lumber king and refuses to have anything to do with him as long as he paints. And there the poor dear goes along and prefers paltry little SIO,OOO contracts to decorate guild halls to the old fellow’s millions. Where do you suppose he can be? I had Harold telephone all the hotels, and he is not at one of them. I must have him at my dinner-dance on the 20th, dead or alive. Though Ido dread his meeting you—the impression I made was too slight to run such a risk. I doubt if he remembers —” “I am sure you needn’t mind about me at all. I feel he won’t be interested —” “Dearest, I don’t trust you! Well, I must say good-by. You are not so interested in finding the dear creature, as I thought you would be. How is your mother? —Oh, I am so sorry! Give her my love. And has Grasse sent your pink gown home yet?—Delightful! Well, good-by again!” The moment Miss Cynthia had hung up the receiver she realized that she had deliberately withheld valuable information from her best friend —in perfect cold blood. And why,? She picked up the pink-rose hat and fled down the hill to the bluff. When she was just in front of Mrs. I U7 I ■ I 'VJ On Her Way Down Stairs She Looked Cautiously in at Her Mother’s Door. Kinney’s she saw the “delicious” one leave the barn and descend over the bluff to the river, kit in hand. Without acknowledging it to herself, she would have liked to lock him in the barn —out of harm’s way. Well, harm was a rather emphatic name for Eve-, lyn—but she was a very lovely thing —especially at dinner-dance times. Miss Cynthia finally reached the door of the grocery and paused a moment on the steps. Nobody being in sight, she called softly. k Miss Selina Lue poked her head out of her little lean-to-bedroom and greeted her in a voice of bustling excitement. “i’ll be there in a minute. Miss Cynthia, honey. Mr. Dobbs have got a holiday and he wants us to go up to the Lock with him to : three o’clock meeting on the gospel-boat what’s tied up there this week. Set down in the cool till I come!” Miss Cynthia smiled as she seated herself upon the steps, for she knew how seldom Miss Selina Lue went out of calling distance of the grocery door. She rarely went to town and then only on the most urgent business. She had a decided aversion to the cars even with Mr. Flarity and Mr. Jim Peters motoring and con-* ducting. “Not that they ain’t good drivers,”: * she always hastened to say, “but I prefer to travel with a thinking crit- : ter a-pulling of me, instead of being druv by a little box of lightning that; ain’t got no conscience about running: away with me. Besides, there are; more ways in the city to git killed two or three times a minute than a body; could dream up in a week. I should think all the town folks would be mighty good, and live lives prepared to go. I never draw a free breath hardly, with being snatched to the top of houses with seventeen stories and coming down all the time trying to swollen my heart.” “I hate those fast elevators in the skyscrapers myself,” Miss Cynthia had answered her sympathetically. “They are all jest a part and a parcel of the running around of things. They ain’t no peace in it all, and I am one that holds that peace are the air that religion breathes, and when It gits shet off from it it sholy dies. I ain’t tempting providence by going down, lessen business calls me.” And she had held to her determination. If Miss Cynthia was delighted at the prospect of the excursion she was still more so at the sight of Mis's Selina Lue as she made her way through the boxes and barrels and cans to the full light of the front door. The picture was one of exceeding majesty, and the heart Os Miss Cynthia was thrilled in awe. The

foundation of the toilet was a black silk as stiff and rustling as any that hung in the wardrobe of Mrs. Jackson Page on the hill, and a had fashioned it some bygone day up in Warren county. It was cut without stint of material, and hung about the tall, dignified figure of Miss Selina Lue in bounteous folds; also it was adorned with a multitude of small bands known as pipings. It lay gracefully on the floor at least a foot all around and was lifted in front by one of Miss Selina Lue’s black-lace-mittened hands . A wide white-lace collar encircled her neck and was caught by a faded hair-brooch. But the bonnet was the crowning majesty of all; it was wide and scooped, and adorned by a decorous black bow on the outside, but In the front of the funnel there rested, just above the gray sprinkled water-waves, a rakish red rose that repeated the note of excitement in a her cheeks. She was wonderful to behold was Miss Selina Lue and “too darling for words,” as Miss Cynthia told her with an impulsive squeeze. “Where did you get it all, Misc Selina Lue?” she questioned excitedly. “Lands alive, child, this is thCj dress my mother had before the war, I aiin’t wored it often, ’count of not having time, but I thought I ought to put it on to compliment Mr. Dobbs for. asking me ter go along with ’em. You see, It’s thls-away. Mr. Dobbs is jest the salt of the earth fer kindness, except cussing—but he ain’t nevel’ perfessed and joined the church. So when he asked Mary Ellen and me ter go to this boat-meeting with him, though it do seem a kinder queer place to go to praise theLLorad —a flatboat tied to a lock—-I said we must make out ter keep him company. Mary Ellen was fer backing down ’count of its being so hot to gear up tight and she so easy overhet, but I pervailed on her. I want us all to look nice ter git Mr. Dobbs in a happy, consenting kinder mind. When I see a curl of religion sprouting up, I think it’s best ter kinder shine on it pleasant-like, but not to take too much notice until it roots good. There they come now! Ain’t they genteel? Bennie and Ethel Maud look jest like a picnic.” ' And Miss Cynthia smiled delightedly as she exchanged greetings with the enthusiastic family out on the quest for the soul-welfare of the head member. Miss Selina Lue’s adjective had been an apt one that applied to them all. Mrs. Dobbs was buttoned up tight in a dark blue coat-suit, and the perspiration rolled down her happy face from the crown of her black velvet hat, with its remarkable blue bird, into her white cotton lace collar. One ungloved hand kept up a constant mopping. Ethel Maud was in white and starched to the limit of endurance, and had pink hows tied wherever they would stick. Bennie ’ and Mr. Dobbs were clothed in their Sunday best, and Mr. Dobbs beamed with pride at Miss Cynthia’s compliments. But Bennie stood on one foot and covered it with the other in evident consciousness of their brier-scratched nudity. “He wouldn’t wear them shoes he had in the spring, and I couldn’t no- t| ways impel him,” explained his pother. i “My feet’s sore,” the delinquent grumbled shamefacedly. “So’s mine,” whined Ethel Maud, (standing first on one and then the other. I “But you’re a" girl,” said her mother decidedly,, thus firmly settling the yoke of femininity on her young shoulders. “Are you ready, Misa Seliny JLue?” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Missionary Life on the Congo. , Father Oomen returned from the conference in Stanleyville and said I should go with him and thus make my first journey, writes Father Van de ! Seyp in the Tablet. We started on July 30. ■ In the evening our piroque was upset by two hippipotami. We could not take our iron boat, for we had no paddlers left. Owing to lack of means we had to dismiss nearly all our workmen. Three men who were with us in our light boat were drowned. Had we been able to use an iron boat this would not have happened. We were saved, but nearly everything * was lost. Only a case with church requisites was found, but all were : spoiled except my chalice. Our lives were saved through the care of our > catechist and some good swimmers, i We passed the night on an island. Happily I had a bottle of quinine in my pocket and this saved me from fever. Fortunately we found a dry spot, but we could not find any means of making fire. I lost almost all the outfit I got on leaving MUI Hill and a mosquito net which Mill Hill could not afford and which I bought myself. The canteen of Father Meyers and his portable bed are also lying at the bottom oßithe river. I want almost every article of clothing, since they were lost or given by me to Father Meyers, whose outfit was worn out years ago. Christian Girl No Girl at That The request for “Christian Girl” at the Congress hotel in Chicago the other night, and the calls by a page for such a person created general amusement among guests and employes until it was learned that “Christian Girl” was a traveling man from Cleveland, 0., stopping at the hotel and was wanted by a friend on the telephone. "Have you a Christian Girl here?" a man asked Clerk Burke. “Well, I don’t know,” hesitated the clerk. “Wait and I’ll find out.” “Say,” replied the guest, "I don’t want a female, a sure enough girl, I just want Christian Girl from Cleveland and he’s no girl at that.” The right Girl was found.

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UTICA, N. Y.—This city has not yet recovered from the shock occasioned by the terrible railway accident In which so many Utica school teachers lost their lives near Martins Creek. The train which left the track and rolled over in the ditch was bearing the school teachers to Washington. More than tbn persons were killed outright and many were so badly injured that the death list has been growing daily.

TO TEACH FARMING

i Commissioner of Massachusetts Board of Education Approves. Hoped to Disseminate Principles Broadcast Throughout Commonwealth and Bring About Reclamation of Abandoned Farms. Boston.—After many years of discussion a definite program, arranged by David Snedden, commissioner of the state board of education, has been submitted to the legislature whereby it is proposed to have scientific farming taught in the public schools and its principles disseminated broadcast throughout the entire state. By his pregram the pommlssionei'" hopes to bring about the reclamation of abandoned farms and a general development of agriculture along expert lines. His recommendations call for the establishment of six state agricultural schools and an agricultural department in every high school in the state. Not only is this sweeping addition to the system of the state approved by the educational authorities, but it is supported as a thoroughly practical measure by Secretary J. Lewis Ellsworth, of the state board of agriculture, whose knowledge of farming con|rditions and possibilities is unquestioned. That the farming population will be Increased and that the “back to the land” Impulse will be gratified with a certainty of success by the city bred high school graduates of the next few years are results to be expected. Also, it is the most practical step toward utilizing small plots of land in intensive farming. On this point Secretary Ellsworth says: “From the agricultural standpoint the recommendations ®f the state board of education are very welcome, and they bear out the conclusions that progressive farmers have arrived at. The scientific instruction in farming as a life work is needed just as much as the vocational instruction in other lines. “The farmer today knows this, and with the teaching of boys in high schools or separate agricultural schools we will receive recruits for the farm work of the future. "General Instruction in agriculture will be of special value in fitting the students for working profitably small plots near our large cities where there is a ready market. This calls for intensive farming to achieve the fullest profits, and the graduates of these schools will be fitted for such work.” The importance of his recommendations is dwelt upon by Dr. Snedden, who has spent the last year in investigating the special needs of agricultural education. One of the most important of these as it is set forth in the carefully considered report of the board, is: “The growing commercial and Industrial school facilities open to boys and girls fourteen years of age and older tend to lure away from the land and into congested centers, in the absence of competent and attractive agricultural education, many young people whose natural aptitude would make them, if properly trained, better and more prosperous citizens in the country. : “Financial aid for agricultural education suitable for adults and for college students has for a half century been furnished by the commonwealth and by the federal government State aid for vocational training of the secondary grade In agriculture is, moreover, entirely in keeping with state aid for independent industrial school work and to some extent has been provided for. “The slow development of secondary agricultural schools, the testimony of farmers throughout the state, and. the demand for the Investigation which was made by the legislature of

« 1910 are evidence of the need of additional legislation providing for this kind of agricultural education.” HEDGEHOG FIT FOR Maine Advocates Say Bounties Caused Great Waste of Good Food—Preferred to Skunk or Muskrat Machias, Me.—“ft is a shame,” says a lover of hedgehog meat, “that the people of Maine have remained in Ignorance regarding the delights of eating roasted hedgehog for so long. If they had been utilized as food those 150,000 dead hedgehogs for which Maine has paid out $38,000 in bounties would have kept two regiments of soldiers in meat for six weeks. It Tras a cruel ana wanton waste of precious food.” The advocates of hedgehog meat as part of the regular bill of fare assert’ that in England the average poacher prefers a hedgehog to a hare for breakfast. In Michigan the legislature has placed a perpetual close time on hedgehogs, so that persons lost In the woods and without food may find meat to satisfy their hunger and kill it without the aid of shotgun or rifle. It is asserted on good authority that more than 20 men are saved from starving in Michigan every jrear because hedgehogs are abundant and easy to capture. When a Maine Indian has his choice of a hedgehog, a skunk, a woodchuck and a muskrat for dinner, he will select the first named invariably, and take the skunk as second choice, leav-

WOMEN HUNT FOR GOLD

Clergyman’s Widow and Authoress Plan to Aid Poor With $20,0C0,000 Cocos Treasure. San Francisco. —Although numerous tales Involving the search for hidden treasure on the little island called Cocos, off the west coast of Costa Rica, have been related, none is as strange as that told upon the arrival here of th® steamship Stanley Dollar from Ancon. Seven men and two women were taken from Ancon aboard the Stanley Dollar and landed upon the treasure island, which for over half a century has been the Mecca for adventurers from all over th® world. The party possesses two tons of supplies, boats and a chart of the treasure. Not only is the band of adventurers led by the women, but in case the search for the reputed $20,000,000 treasure is successful the entire amount is to be used for the benefit of the London poor. Mrs. B. Till, commander in chief, is the widow of a noted London clergyman, while Miss L. B. Davis, the chief aid to Mrs. Till, is said to be a literary woman of note. Intensely religious, both women have been connected with philanthropic work in London for the last decade, and it is with the expectation of so expending the vast lost wealth of the Peruvians that the expedition whs organized. The women believe it especially appropriate that the treasure should be used for religious purposes, for the bulk of it was taken from the Lima cathedral .when the Peruvian capital was threatened by Chileans. For safe keeping all the altar pieces, consisting of the rails, images, the Madonna and the 12 apostles, were placed on board the American ship Mary Deer. The figures were all of solid gold and life sized. Besides there were millions in precious gems. The manner in which the chart came into the possession of the women is strange. Cared for during his last illness in London by Mrs. Till and Miss Davis, an aged and dying former pirate confessed his complicity in the stealing cf the treasure when he and the crew of the Mary Deer mutinied, t

ing the woodchuck, which Is the only one of the lot a Maine white man will taste, to the last. Unlike the skunk and the woodchick, which are lean and unsavory except for a few months In the fall, or the muskrat, which is never fat, and which has a strong flavor in spite of parboiling, the hedgehog is always in an edible condition, and has meat that is as tender and white as that of a .spring chicken. The method of cooking a hedgehog is so simple that a novice can learn In on_sj short lesson. TYhep the epicure is permitted to make choice be should shun the large, old males, which at times weigh 30 or 40 pounds. The preparation consists in removing the viscera, washing out the interior and filling the cavity with slices of fat pork, peeled raw potatoes, sprigs of spearmint and wild celery from the brook. Then, without removing the quills of skinning, the body is plastered thickly witE wet clay, from the nearest bank. The muddy, bulky mass is thrust Into live coals and covered with blazing fagots, to be roasted for twd hours. On removal from the clay is found to have been baked into a hard and solid mass, which must be broken open with an ax or a heavy stone, whereupon the skin and quills of the animal cling to the clay wrapping and fall away, leaving the clean, white meat ready to be eaten. Ten years ago the Maine legislature passed a law providing for a bounty of 25 cents a head on all dead hedgehogs brought to the town clerks. An appropriation of SSOO for each of the years 1901 and 1902 was made, but when the total for the two bounty years reached $38,000, the legislature quickly repealed the law.

killed the officers of the ship and sailed away from Callao. The mutineers hastened toward the Galapagos islands, but, being intercepted by a man-o’-war, went to Cocos island, where the treasure was hastily cached, and the pirate sailed away. The Mary Deer was overtaken by a Perucian war ship, and with the exception of two men all were put to death. One of these was the dying pirate. In proof of the truth of his story, it is said, the aged man surrendered to his nurses a portion of one of the Madonna’s ears, which was found to be made of pure gold. MAN’S TIME IS WORTH MONEY Suave Stranger Made Two Hours and Half Stay of Montana Rancher Cost Him $1.72 a Minute. Chicago.—lt cost John Kafman $260 to stop 150 minutes in Chicago the other day. He was here from Alberta, Mont., on his way to Pittsburg, where he was to meet his wife. This is his time table: Arrives at Central station 7 a. m. Meets a suave stranger 7:30 a. m. Takes a drink with him, 7:45 a. m. Has his pocket picked, 7:47 a. m. Discovers the fact 7:55 a. m. Talks to the police, 8:30 a. m. Back to Montana, 9:60 a. m. “The stranger made a hit with me because he said I looked like a western breeze,” said Kafman. “I guess he meant a zephyr—something soft and easy. I’m going back to Montana to wire my wife to cotae on alone and call the police 'as soon as the train gets into Chicago.” Would Have Real Utility. Champ Clark proposes an Inquiry to determine the direct and incidental cost to the United States of all the warp waged since 1776. Among the many ways in which such figures would have utility would be in affordinstructive comparisons between expanses on a war footing and expenses on a peace footing under standpat control.

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SURELY DESERVES A MEDAL Record Act of Bravery That I* Set to Credit of Intrepid New York Man. The bravest man in New Yotk made his appearance in a Broadway store last week. He carried an enormous bandbox which contained an enormous hat on which the man wanted what he considered an enormous amount of money refunded. The man was pretty mad and while looking for some one who had the authority to negotiate the transaction he talked loud enough for everybody to hear. “My wife bought this hat,” he said. "She doesn’t need it. She has already bought three hats this spring. She paid $35 for this one. She has never worn it. It just came home last night I can’t, afford to throw all that money away and I want you to take the hat back. She wouldn’t bring it down, so I undertook the job myself?’ ‘ . “By the side of that man Napoleon was a cringing coward,” said the young woman who had made the sale. “Imagine his flouncing into a Parisian millinery shop with a hat that he didn’t want Josephine to He couldn’t have done it. "tfery few men / can. Once in a long while borne poor / New Yorker with the courage of desperation in his heart returns merchandise which he cannot afford to buy for his wife and his audacity uplets the whole store for a month.” Looking Out for Number One. ' Sydney had been given some discarded millinery with which to amuse herself. She trimmed a marvelous looking hat, and so arranged it that a long red ostrich plume hung straight down from the front of the brim, over her baby face. “Come here, SydneJ,” said her a mother. "Let me tack that feather back, out of your eyes.” "Oh, no, mother! I want it that way, so I can see It myself. ’Most always only other people can see the feathers on my hats.” —Judge. Very Like. "Did Hawkins take his punishment like a man?" asked Lollerby. "You bet he did,” laughed Dubbleigh. “lie hollered and yelled and ased strong language to beat tlon.” —Harper’s Weekly. To Jake for a Headache. “What fio you take for a headache?” “Liquor, the night before.” —Toledo Blade. MENTAL ACCURACY Qreatly Improved by Leaving Off Coffee ■■ The manager of an extensive creamery in W’is. states that while a regular coffee drinker, he found It Injurious to his health and a hindrance t° the performance of his business du? , ties. “It Impaired my digestion, gave me a distressing sense of fullness In the region of the stomach, causing a mosts painful and disquieting palpitation of the heart, and what is worse, It muddled my mental faculties so as to seriously Injure my business efficiency. “I finally concluded that something would have to be done. I quit the use of coffee, short off, and began to drink Postum. The cook didn’t make it right at first. Sb® didn’t boil it long enough, and I did not find It palatable and quit using it and went baek to coffee and to the stomach trouble again. "Then my wife took the matter In hand, and by following the directions on the box, faithfully, she had me drinking Postum for several days befor I knew it. “When I happened to remark that I was feeling much better than I had r for a long time, she told me that I z had been drinking Postum, and that accounted for it. Now we have no coffee on our table. “My digestion has been restored, and with this improvement has come relief from the oppressive sense of fullness and palpitation of the heart that used to bother me so. I note such a gain in mental strength and acute ness that I can attend to my office work with ease and pleasure and without making the mistakes that were so annoying to me while I was using coffee. “Postum is the greatest table drlna of the times, in my humble estimation.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville," in pkgs. "There’s a reason." Ever read <ke afceve lettert A «ae appears treat time are reualae, aad ftiU es foueae getereaL « - -