The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 10, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 6 July 1911 — Page 3

Miss Selina Due, 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 mothers. 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 d studio in her barn. Blossom, ■Miss Due’s adopted baby, and one Cynthia is very fond of. shows an evident preference for Alan. When Cynthia leaves, Alan hears that her mother is in danger of losing the old homestead. A near rukus. 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 for Alan’s neglect of herself. Sale of the mortgaged Page place considered. Alan’s portrait of Cynthia Is discovered. Evelyn Branch. Cynthia’s close friend, shows interest In Alan Kent. Cynthia relieves Selina for a day, cooks dinner for Mr. Kent and makes a sorry mess of it. Alan declared a favorite with all the Bluff folk, Cynthia overhears his confessions of love, CHAPTER Vll.—Continued. But across the street the Dobbs residence was undergoing more in the ■way of a general toilet than that ■which had been finished at the Kinney house. The front door stood wide open and the little hall and front room presented a swept and garnished appearance. All the flower pots on the window ledge had green paper covers and flaunted many brilliant colors, for flowers bloomed under the ministrations of Mrs. Dobbs’ etfsy good nature. As Miss Cynthia was opposite the gate the lady of the house came around from the side yard with a bucket of foaming whitewash in her hand and an old broom, whose brush was swathed in rags. “Now, Bennie, I’ve done caught you fair! Come on and finish that last panel of fence you done got tired on last week. You’ve put the brush away so as not to find it handy, but these rags on a broomstick is just as good. Make him come, Miss Cynthle.” And Mrs. Dobbs smiled a jovial appeal to Miss Cynthia to use her influence with the reluctant Bennie. “Why, boys like to whitewash, Mrs. Dobbs,” answered Miss Cynthia encouragingly. “How nice everything looks, everywhere.” “Well, it oughter, for Miss Seliny Lue come around and waked us all up long ’fore five o’clock. I’m afraid to set down, fer I am so stiff-that I mightn’t be able to git up again/’ answered Mrs. Dobbs, plaintively. “Well, I know Bennie and Ethel Maud are going to stay now and help you get done so you can rest,” said Miss Cynthia with a significant glance at the two deserters, who fell to on the fence with a will. “Be sure and notice them new lace curtains Mis’ Jim Peters is a-putting up in her front windows,” Mrs. Dobbs called after her as she started down the street. Miss Cynthia smiled and nodded as she looked over with interest at a slender figure poised on a chair by the window in the little cottage opposite the grocery. Mrs. Jim Peters waved her hand in greeting and Miss Cynthia caught a glimpse of the precious little cradle through the open door. The front regions of the grocery were deserted and presented their usual utilitarian appearance, except that huge bunches of fragrant sweet fern were set around in different homely receptacles and arranged with a decidedly artistic; effect. Miss Cynthia’s eyes roamed delightedly over the cool, dark interior, but in a second were focused on a scene In the back of the store. On the floor, collar flaring, sleeves rolled to his shoulders and girt by an ample gingham apron, knelt Mr. Alan with a large tub full Os squirming babies before him, and with praiseworthy despatch he was polishing off the head of Carrots of the flaming hair. The brother of Carrots wiggled and eplashed and seemed intent on a deepeea dive. “Here, young man, I can’t scrub Carrots and keep you up too. Sit tight a moment, can’t you, old slippery?” The voice had a slightly anxious note. “Lands alive, Mr. Alan, you hadn’t oughter soaped them both to onct!” said Miss Selina Lue’s voice from the lean-to. “Just hold ’em still until I button Blossojn’s neck and put Clemmie on the floor and I’ll come. A soapy baby ain’t a thing to take risks with, I can tell you." “Could I help?” Miss Cynthia’s voice was sweetly solicitous, but it acted on the be-aproned scrubber in the manner expected of a two-pound bomb. He sat back on the-.floor so •uddenly that Carrots slipped danger-

ously and the other Flarity almost ao- I complished his plunge. A man on his knees before a deep tub of water with 1 a soapy baby in each hand is at a disadvantage in the way of greetings to a lady who has walked right out of a dream, and not a word rose to the troubled surface of Mr. Alan’s mind. “Miss Cynthie, honey, grab one of them children, quick!” Miss Selina Lue called. “Mr. Alan hain’t had the experience to manage two, and if they slip ther’e will be a mighty ruckus with both of them in the crying way.” In a moment Miss Cynthia was on her knees by the tub, had rescued the brother of Carrots and was holding him firmly under his arms with both hands. Not for worlds would she have attempted to go on with the rites of the bath; holding up was fraught with anxiety enough for her nerves. Across the dripping, bobbing heads her eyes met the artist’s, and there ensued a few moments of silent, breathless mirth that well-nigh incapacitated them both and threatened disaster to the bathers. “Oh, Miss Selina Lue, come get him quick—l am going to let him slip in a minute!” she gasped. “Look out, Carrots is turning over, Mr. Kent! Do hold him right side up!” “There now,” said Miss Selina Lue, as she swept both babies into the curve of one arm and seized the washrag out of Mr. Alan’s nerveless hand, “I can polish ’em off in no time. Please pick Blossom and Clemmie often the floor and put ’em in the boxes. I want ’em to stay clean fer the party. Ain’t they too sweet all dressed up? And, Mr. Alan, I wish you would dry Miss Cynthie’s hands on your apron before they drip on her dress. They’s a heap to do, for it’s about to turn twelve o’clock new, and I want things to be beforehanded.” There are some situations in life that are marked by a charm that partakes decidedly of terror, and as Mr. Kent received five slender, white, dripping fingers in his own and proceeded to envelop them in a fold of the gingham garment pendent about his waist, he was possessed by a wild desire to bolt through the back door, but he realized at the same moment th,at nothing so beautiful had ever happened his way before. His composure was sufficient, barely, to keep him to H Mr. Kent Received Five Slender, White, Dripping Fingers in His Own. the enchanting task and he solemnly dried' the dainty fingers one at a time without so much as a glance at the owner of them. Now, although the heart of Miss Cynthia was a tender organ and though she fully realized the sufferings of the victim pf such embarrassment, she smiled a very lovely, very wickedly mirthful and comprehending smile straight into his eyes and handed him the other hand. But if her little laugh had been intended to terrify further, it failed of its purpose, for Mr. Kent rallied to himself gloriously, folded number two in both his own hands with unmistakable warmth and smiled down into Miss Cynthia’s lifted, blue-star eyes with a sweetness that was —generous. “Lands alive, Mr. Alan, I see Charity a-going into the barn and sure as shooting she’ll eat up some of the decorations! Asli her to please stay in the meadow until the party’s over, though of course she thinks she is invited, being so one of the family like,” Miss Selina Lue called from the leanto ■where she was employed in the robing of the Flarity brothers. “Miss Cynthie, honey, please shake up the cushions and put Blossom and Clemmie in their boxes. They have done dozed off on the floor here and I am in a hurry to put up the twins, who’ll ■drop off dead-like if I don’t get ’em down in a few minutes.” The boxing up of the babies occupied the next few minutes and as at last Miss Selina Lue looked down at them safely and snugly asleep she said to Miss Cynthia softly: “Ain’t they sweet? They’s a heap a-going to happen to ’em as they go ’long, but ain’t it a good thing to think how there’s a guiding hand, child, a guiding hand? I can’t bear to give Pattie up, but I know Miss Tyne’ll let me have her most all of every day. She is one of the sorter mothers that kinder fergits at times that children need more worrying over than puppies and kittens. She carries her burdens light and rolls ’em off on any shoulder handy. Some women think they have did sech a big thing in horning children that it’s only right for the rest of the world to do the looking after them; but the rest of the world ain’t always got the mother heart she expects of them. Sometimes the babies git a cold welcome lots of places.” "If all the world were like you—” began Miss Cynthia, but Miss Selina Lue answered with a laugh: "Why, chickle-blddle, what would

I we do without the yens and the Mr. Alanses and the Mr. Dobbses, so par tient with his family ’cept fer the cussing, and the sweet Miss Evelyns anck even the old Mr. Leekses —and— But lands alive, we must be turning around, instead of standing here congratulating thb Lord on his work, and git to our own. Don’t everything look nice? Everybody’s been stirring since daybreak. I believe In getting done in plenty of time fer to my mind company is more comfortable when they don’t find so much sign of fuss.” “Everything is lovely. Is there anything I could do now? You seem about ready. Is —is —the barn all decorated?” and Miss Cynthia cast longing glances toward the wide door and cool Interior. Miss Selina Lue would have been glad to send her on an errand in that direction if she had thought of it at all. x “Yes, Indeed,” she answered, oblivious of the gentle hint, “finished along about ten o’clock. It’s jest a greenhouse of vines and truck from across the river. But I want you to help me decide where the folks must set —and some other things. I thought I would let the children all go down to the car to meet her in two lines and sing one of them new hymns they learned at the gospel tent as she comes up the hill. I advised her special to come on the car, ’count of that rocky hill they can’t nothing on wheels git any good outer climbing.” “What time do you expect her?” “Four o’clock, sharp. I asked Mr. Alan to take the in-car and meet her at the switch to ’scort her up. I thought it would give her a nice feeling, being as she is his old friend/’ Miss Cynthia’s color deepened a trifle, but she said, in a light, suspiciously light, tone: “And whom are you going to send for me, Miss Selina Lue?” “Well, now, that’s right; I oughter send for you too, though you are slch home folks. 'How would Mr. Si Bradford do? You know he’s a-running fer sheriff and he’s a-going to make her a speech of welcome at the grocery door. I don’t want her to think we’re trying to put on too much style, but I felt like this entertainment was a kinder send-off fer Mr. Alan and we all don’t want to spare no pains in showing how much we think of him. Do you think she will understand how we feel about it?” “I am sure she will —appreciate your feelings in the matter,” answered Miss Cynthia with a twinkle in her eye. “I thought she would. And how do you think it will do to ask Mis’ Si Bradford to set next to her at the refreshments? You know Mis’ Si is kinder proud on ’count of having a blue teapot handed down from her pa’s mother, though it’s cracked, and a chair she used to set in, only one leg’s gone. I know she’s sorter slow’ and heavy-like, but she thinks a heap of herself and I feel it’s kind ter let everybody set their own price, so I humors her; though I can’t seem to sense how a cracked teapot and a three-legged chair prove anything on your pa’s mother or you. I know Mr. Si will admire to come fer you, and I will send him fer you prompt.” “Oh, no, I think as it, is so early I will just run down by myself and then —perhaps Mr. —Mr. —Si will take me home if it’s late.” “Oh, yes, him or Mr. Alan! Well, good-by till I see you. It is most time fer us all to dress. Tell everybody you see as you go ’long, please; I don’t want nobody to miss nothing.” And again, for the second time that day, Miss Cynthia threw herself with abandon into the processes of the toilet and again the result was—de lightful. “Why, honey-bunch, I am afraid the folks will all want to eat you Instead of the refreshments —you look so good—don’t she, Mr. Alan?” was Miss Selina Lue’s greeting to her from the grocery door. Mr. Kent stood beside her and was the personification of fresh, cool, elegant, afternoon-tea correctness. Miss Selina Lue judged rightly that the expression dawning in Miss Cynthia’s eyes was that of admiration, for before she had received an answer to her question to Mr. Kent about the vision of loveliness at the foot of the steps, she broke out afresh with her delighted exclamations: “Now, ain’t he jest too fine, Miss Cynthie? Them white flannels is plumb beautiful before they shrinks, j and after that they makes good rags to rub with in cases of rheumatiz and slch. I feel jest as proud of him!” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Warming the Eggs. There was once an old lady In Scotland who kept a few hens. As she lived close to the house in which a church minister lived, he asked her to send him two new-laid eggs every morning, and he would pay her for them. So the old lady sent her girl to the minister’s house every morning with two eggs, and the minister’s servant always thought the eggs were newly laid because they felt quite warm, as if they bad just been taken from the hen’s nest. But one day the eggs were cold, so the servant asked: “Are the eggs fresh today. Janey? They do not seem warm.” The simple girl looked at the maid and then haid: “Ou. ay. they’re quite fresh, only my mother could not get the cat to clt on them this morning, as it ran away.” Tho Wall of True Art. /Ml who have seen the newly erected statue to Sir Henry Irving, by Mr. Frock. R. A., have spoken of It in the highest praise. The pose Is splendid and the facia! expression is lifelike, nnd yet from the tailor’s point of view there are one or two points that call for thought. Is there one lav* for the artist and sculptor and another for the tailor?-—Tailor and Cutter.

REBELLIOUS MOORS STILL THREATEN FEZ ! • Asflam Wat J? —Q” < <■ k — DESPITE the earnest efforts of the French, the Moorish rebels have not given up the attempt to capture Fez, and that city is continually menaced by the fierce desert warriors. The French relief column reached Fez, it is cooped up there and has the greatest difficulty in getting provisions into the city.

INFERIOR TO WOMEN

Man Not Equal to Wife in Business World. Race Betterment League Debaters Place Masculinity in Spendthrift Class—Can’t Use Money Intelligently. Chicago.—Woman as compared with man in the business world is not only his equal, but vastly his superior. Women can and do succeed where men fail. Give woman a business education, and she will displace man in any line of business which she chooses to follow. These were the sentiments expressed at the regular weekly meeting of the Race Betterment league. The subject under discussion was. “Are Women Capable of Handling Money in Lump Sums?” Mrs. Minoha S. Jones, president of the league, said: “It is an insult to women that they should be questioned as to their ability to handle money to a good advantage. The laws are wrong when man is given superior power and control through the privilege of the ballot and men show that they despise women as a class when they deprive them of the privilege and opportunity to invest their own money. Much domestic discord is caused because women have money in the home and won’t give it to the husband to squander foolishly, when he himself has demonstrated that he is not fit to take care of it.” Mrs. Mary I. Engler, vice-president of the organization, was asked for her opinion on the subject and spoke sharply and to the point. “Are women capable of handling targe sums? Well,” she asked and continued: “I should say they are. Take for example Mrs. Hettie Green, Helen Gould and Mrs. Mollie Netcher. It is a fact that most of the palatial homes that we have in this country today are built through women’s frugality and

Rat Chase Quite Exciting

Woman Sfirieks, Porter Flees and Passers-by Hunt Rodent in Vain —lt Finally Escapes. Chicago.—A big gray rat raised all sorts of commotion in West Madison street early the other day. It scared a woman pedestrian, made a colored porter “turn white” with fear and caused half a dozen pedestrians who kicked at it to bark their shins. Then it escaped. It was about 6 a. m. An early morning pedestrian—the woman—was passing a building between West Dearborn and South Clark streets, when the rat jumped from behind a sidewalk signboard. The woman gave one shriek —a shrill and a loud one—and ran to the middle of the street. A colored porter at work cleaning the sidewalk heard the woman’s cries, but did not know what was the cause of them. He and several pedestrians rushed «to where the woman stood. “Under there! Under there!” the woman shouted, as she pointed to the signboard, under which the rat had ran again. The porter advanced bravely and thrust his long handled brush under the sign. The rat gave a bound and lumped directly at the porter. “Wow!” he yelled, and took to his heels. The rat ran east a few yards, with at least six full grown men in hot pursuit. One, who had dashed ahead of the animal, stood prepared to deliver a death dealing kick. He made a mighty swing, but missed the rat and his shin struck heavily against an Iron hitching post. The man yelled tn pain and the crowd in laughter. Others tried hard to kick the rat. but none succeeded, although the toes of half a dozen boots were scuffed where they had come in contact with the curbing. Then a citizen with a cane came along and prepared to take *• mighty swipe. He apparently had he creature cornered in the entrance it one of the West Madison street Mekel theaters. His club was uplifted

* ability to handle money with discretion.” Rev. Mrs. H. M. Mulleneaux of Ravenswood, demonstrated man’s inferiority to women by instances .of poor men marrying wealthy women. “Is it not a fact,” she asked, “that when a man marries an heiress, as soon as he has gained control of her fortune he will run through it as soon as possible and leave her practically penniless? “Equip women with a business education and there is no question but that in the long run she will outstrip man in the conservative handling of finances.” Mrs. Jean Butler Wallace asserted that with small capital a woman can Jo more than a man, and that many successful women of today have started with practically nothing and have built up fortunes.

Pine Snakes As House Pets

■, ■S Missouri Promoter insists Reptiles Are Better Than Cats—Reptiles Harmless and Inoffensive. Kansas City, Mo. —W’ill Kansas City families take kindly to pine snakes and yellow bull snakes, nonpoisonous, as pets? Byway of testing out the willingness of Kansas City people to substitute the domesticated snake for cats in the extermination of rats and mice. J. S. Edwards of the Edwards animal show has placed an order for 300 buli snakes with a reptile firm in San Antonio, Tex. As soon as the snakes arrive they will be distributed free of charge to those applying for the strange pets, who will agree to report the result of the snake-insiead-of-a-cat substitution in their homes. The yellow bull is the largest snake native to the United States, sometimes

and it looked bad for the rat, when the creature suddenly dropped out of sight behind some refuse paper. Carefully the crumpled sheet was removed, the man with the cane standing to deal his blow, when it was discovered that under the paper was a hole, and into this the rat had gone and escaped. I BUTTONS WINS MAN’S HEART i Woman Captures Manufacturer of Garment Fasteners Because of Versatility in Domestic Arts. New York. —Infatuated with her grace at the dar-ce given at the home of Miss Marguerite Fitch, at 52 West , Eighty-second street, a year ago, Joseph Haag, a representative of a Rochester button manufactory, sought and obtained an introduction to Miss Josephine Julian of No. 57 West Fifty- , eighth street. Mr. Haag’s infatuation was increased a few days later when he called and discovered she was versatile in domestic arts and particularly skilful in replacing missing buttons on garments. This appealed to his business interests and increased hia fondness. Three months ago their marriage engagement was announced, and a wedding date was set for next fall. Mr. Haag received a sudden summons to . make a four months’ trip through the country for his firm. He and his fiance were appalled at the prospect of separation and decided to be, married at once. They then left for tho west. Finishes Her Last Voyage. New York. —One of the last of the famous American clipper ships, which once showed their heels to the merchantmen of the world, sailed into port the other day after a voyage from the Pacific coast that lasted 293 days. She is the Alexander Gibson, and was built in 1877. This was her last voyage under sail, for she comes here to be converted into a coal barge.

BABIES PUT IN NEW DANGER New York Charitable Societies Fight Practice of Dressing Them in Tight Swaddling Clothes. New York. —In an attempt to end the practice of binding very young children m tight swaddling clothes, prevalent among women in the foreign settlements here, one of the prominent New York charitable organizations has placed nurses in various parts of the east side to start a campaign of education among the mothers. The swaddling clothes, a sort of long bandage, is wrapped tightly about a child’s lower limbs and is often allowed to remain for six months at a time. The mothers believe the treatment prevents the child from growing "bow legged," and have opposed attempts to check the practice. Investigations have Convinced the association that instead of preventing malformation of the limbs, the swaddling clothes increase it.

growing to nine feet in length. Edwards declares the snakes to be harmless and inoffensive and mildly disposed towards nearly everything but rats and ; mice. He professed to believe that many Kansas City people would be glad to permit the glossy yellow snakes to coil into the best parlor chair, completely usurping the place of the family cat. SURE CURE FOR WEAK LUNGS London Specialist Declares Playing Mournful Instrument Will Assist Materially as Remedy. London.—The London physician Is usually a grave, sedate person, for whom one has great respect—but now some of them have declared that the flute is a medical as well as a musical ““instrument. i One of these physicians, who is said to be a lung specialist, announces that where there is a weak spot in the lungs flute-playing ought to be beneficial, as the inspirations necessary’for playing the mournful instrument make numerous little lung cells work which otherwise would be unemployed. This specialist, however, has consideration enough to say that he would not recommend playing the flute indoors, but if a man has the courage to sit in the parks and play it will help him. The flute, he contends, should not prove objectionable to the neighbors if a man plays it in his back garden. ASTOR GIVES SON PROPERTY Deeds One-Half of Well-Known $10,• 000,000 Hotel in New York to , Waldorf Astor—Saves Taxes. New York. —For a consideration of $1 hftlf of the $10,000,000 WaldorfAstoria hote’. has been transferred by William Waldorf Astor to his eldest son, Waldorf Astor. The transfer, just filed here, is in the ferm of a deed to a trust company, which will hold the property in trust for the son. The value of all the New York holdings of the father is estimated by experts at $300,000,000. He has resided abroad for many years, and unless he disposes of his holdings during his lifetime they will be subject to a five per cent, inheritance tax at bis death. Turtle Bites When Dead. York, Pa.-—ltemizing “snappers” under a too general classification as fish, an alley cat which investigated the contents of the Baughman house refuse can the other day made an unpleasant discovery. Half a dozen. Chesapeake bay turtles had been cleaned in the hotel yard and the heads thrown into the can. Scenting fish, the cat pawed the contents of the can, and a moment later was performing contortions all about the alley, with a “snapper” head grimly fastened upon its right forepaw. Unable to free itself, the cat made a dash for the nearest fence and dis appeared, with the bead still hanging on.

SDUGHTBHOUfIISTS Valley Forge Is Rich in Historic Associations. Whizzing Automobiles Now Bring Groups of Patriotic Sightseers to This Scene of the Revolution’s Darkest Days. Philadelphia, Pa. —Through the love ly wooded hills and up and down the valleys which give the name of that historic spot, Valley Forge, the scene of the darkest days of the Revolution, go rushing and whizzing nowadays the hourly automobiles bringing groups of | patriotic tourists from all the counI try What a change in the spot and in ' the people since that time when Washj ington and his suffering heroes camped among these picturesque i hills. What a gap between those footsore, discouraged men and the pleas-ure-seekers whirled in luxury through this great national park. For some /eight miles the motor , route circles about over the fine park roads, and on every side the natural charms of the beautiful scenery are enhanced by the hostoric associations. Many memorial tablets have been erected, marking where different divisions of the army or various com- ' manders were stationed. Here and i there are log cabins, reproductions pf the olden huts, and standing on the old sites. There are lines of the old entrenchments to trace, and much else of interest to a student of military i affairs, but the automobile is too swift for study of this sort. The Memorial chapel, unfortunately, does not lie on the route taken; it requires, and well deserves, a separate trip. One does, however, pass the old school house, built by Letitia Penn in 1703, which was occupied by the Continental army as a hospital during the winter of 1777-1778. The flag floats over it, and a group of budding citi- » zens, who ought to develop remarkable loyalty educated in such a shrine of liberty, flock out for recess as the motor car passes. But the central point of the trip is, of course, Washington’s headejuarters. This plain old stone structure is a fine example of the sturdy buildings of Colonial times. In its simplicity and I* - ■ Washington’s Headquarters. strength it shames the flimsy work of modern contractors. The interior is very interesting. The two main rooms on the ground flour open from the wide paneled hall with ample small-paned windows. In both reception room and office the walls are adorned with portraits, and valuable relics in cases and in the old-fash-ioned chimney cupboard attract the eye. “Grandfather’s clock ticks in the corner, and an old gun fills the open fireplace. Across an open passage through which sun and wind have full play, is a wing containing the quaint old kitchen. While this separation of the kitchen from the main body of the house has . ome advantages, the modern housewife would certainly object to the unnecessary steps it occasions. And she would doubtless be at a loss to get a meal over the fireplace with its hanging hooks and pots. From the pump room adjoining the kitchen a steep flight of steps descends to an underground passage, only lighted from an opening in the lawn above. The other end of the passage once communicated with the river and thus afforded a rheans of refuge and escape in case of surprise by the enemy. That end has been closed up, but the curious Investigator can descend and walk along the damp, dark passage, with thoughts of tne dangerous days when such a secret way w’as deemed necessary. The bedrooms on the floor above are very attractive in their quaintness. They have been fifrnished by different chapters of the Daughters of the Revolution with suitable antique furniture so they must look very much as they did in the hours when Washingtonsreposed in the big “four-poster,” or Jin the straight-backed chair by themeplace brooded over the perils of the country. On the third floor, to which; one must climb with bended head if a bump is to be avoided, the bedroom: Is as cozily old-fashioned as anything in the house. Much time might be profitably spent In looking over the maps, plans, etc., which hang about the walls of the hall and the main rooms, but the interest of the average tourist In such matters is soon glutted and he prefers to walk about the lawn and view the house from every side, or stroll down to the Schuylkill river in front of the headquarters and people the scene with the figures of Washington and .- his veterans. [ Mail Horse Holds Record. Portland, Ore.—F. J. Hogel, rural mail carrier, owns a mare that has traveled 14,000 miles in the employ .of the government. - . — •