The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 51, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 18 April 1912 — Page 6

Letitia Penn Visits the Seer By BETTY BIDDLE In the deep comfy chairs before the bright fire, Peggy and Constance sat waiting for Letitia, That young lady was adding fresh water and bits of charcoal to the Chinese lilies in the bowls of old Canton ware set around her little sitting room. The delicate fragrance of the flowers pervaded the room, subtly recalling the orange groves of the south. Peggy had just returned from a visit' to Washington, where she had gone to attend a diplomatic ball. Leaning against the peacock strewn cretonne cushions she told of the "glorious time” she had in the capital. "Oh! girls, I danced with the Belgian attache the most, and he is a heavenly waltzer; and his uniform, oh, it’s perfect!" But the foreigners are the best dancers any way, and they certainly known how to talk to a woman. They are not so rough and plain as our men, and they don’t take you for granted like the Americans. “All of the diplomatic corps was represented, and some of the younger representatives, and one of them, a westerner, invited us to the capitol. And when we went it was lovely. All of the men sat at desks, just like a school, and Mr. Cannon sat up front, and whenever he wanted to talk or things weren’t going as he liked he hit the desk with a darling little croquet mallet. I think they call it a gavel, and they all hushed. It was just lovely to see congress in session. Then we were intro.duced to our own senators and several others, then went to the Willard for tea. “It was great fun at the hotel. One ean\ tell at a glance just from what section of the country the women come by Air clothes, and it is amusing to see them eye each other. There were as many different styles of dress as there were tongues on the Tower of Babel.” A pink satin pillow deftly thrown cut short any further tales of Peggy’s Washington visit. “Oh! Peggy, keep the rest of that for another' time. Are we going or are we not?” said Letitia. “Going? of course we are,” said Constance. “Why, I overheard Mrs. Snow and Mrs. Bell talking, and they JibJßr Beautiful, My 7, ■ < • - 1 ■ 0 Bttenhouses KL J ■ B, • ■k HL ■ anyBp es ■> a ■ to BghtB’ayiy MralkBthe

“You wish to see the Master? Come in, I will ask if he can be seen. You have an appointment? No?" The girls followed him into a small darkened room hung in purple tapestry. The ceiling, draped with the same tapestry, seemed like the top of a tent and came to a point in the center, topped with a gilt tassel of immense proportions.* Several highbacked chairs of carved ebony, with purple seats, were arranged around the room, and on the high, elaborately wrought mantlepiece crouched an immense golden Buddha. In the fireplace a sea coal fire crackled and threw violet flames on the floor of dark wood, strewn with rugs in black fur. At intervals on the wall lights were placed behind brass shades studded with amethysts. The girls sat huddled together on one cha|r. Letitia on the seat, and Peggy and Constance on the arms, they waited but a few minutes when the page returned and said: "Master regrets, but he can see but one lady, that is you,” pointing to Letitia. "Oh!” gurgled the girls. “Letitia, hurry in and find out about him.” Timidly Miss Penn rose and followed the tiny purple clad figure; he thrust aside the heavy velvet curtains for Letitia to pass him, and turning she lightly blew a kiss to the two bewildered half-frightened girls who clutched each other in the J>ig chair. “Suppose she doesn’t come back again, what will we do?” cried Peggy. “Oh, do you think we’d better run out and get a policeman? You stay, and I’ll go,” said Constance. “No, no! yoh stay. I’ll go, and 11l come right back,” whimpered Peggy. “Oh-oh-ooh! What’s that?” “Nothing, you goose; it’s a trolley car. Here we are in our own neighlots of people walking, and hear the cars now!” said Constance. “Well, thank God for trolley cars,” said Peggy. “I have always hated them, but somehow they do sound home-like, don’t they? I suppose we are foolish!” On the other side of the curtain Letitia was sitting on a velvet stool before a black velvet table "waiting for the seer. Around her glittered a heaven of planets, and weird signs of the Zodiac in silver on the black velvet walls. From the high ceiling twinkled hundreds of tiny stars with the crescent moon at one end. Heavy black velvet carpeted the floor, and from antique silver braziers around the room came an intoxicating perfume of the East. A strain of music, like from silver pipes, and as if he had floated in, stood the tallest man Letitia had ever seen. Dark he was as the night. Black velvet robe over cloth of silver, covered him, and on his head a silver gauze turban, from the center of which gleamed an immense opal darting fire. He salaamed three times, then, seating himself opposite Letitia, asked for her hands. “Young you are and beautiful, my daughter, also wise, too wise for a woman. Great force of will, good sense and a warm, loving heart, you will marry—once. Will you gaze into the crystal?” Letitia nodded. The seer drew a silken cloth from an object on the table, and the twinkling stars grew dim, subtly the eastern perfume stirred her senses; she heard again the silver pipes and she saw red and green fires dart from the opal on the turban of the seer —it seemed to be the only thing in the room—so bright and fas-, clnating. She swayed, then a cool touch revived her and a calm voice said: “Gaze, little lady; gaze into what it is given few to see, and seeing, to behold aright!” Letitia looked down and down, it seemed to her, into the depths of a clear crystal ball on the table. Long she gazed and saw strange people and cities, and herself. Then she saw two men, one with dark eyes and tawny hair, a sweet, boyish face, and then the crystal clouded. “Trouble,” whispered Astra. “Gaze once more, my daughter.” She obeyed, and in the ball she saw once more the all-compelling gray eyes she knew so well. “You will travel far and long, but* you will return,” said the seer, and faded away. The tiny page ushered her out, and at the door, waiting for her, were Peggy and Constance, all smiles; but Letitia walked home between them as in a dream. In her ears soft, silver music sounded, through her the heavy perfume of the East, and in her eyes the flashing red fires of an immense opal. The Specialist. The eminent specialist looked the patient over. “Yes,” he said, “what you need is a gradual gain in muscular tissue. Go at it slowly. Commence by lifting a ten pound weight. Add to this from time to time until you raise fifty pounds with comparative ease. Then come to me again.” The patient hesitated. guess,” he said, “you ain’t gittin’ right.” ||Bie specialist frowned. Brtiat do you mean by that?” he de- ■ patient hesitated. you see,” he said, “I’m the carrles th ’ trunks downt ■ ti’ heaves ’em into th’ trans- ’ Brnny’s baggage wagon.” Notwithstanding. Bparent— Quite so, quite so! ■ me that you have proposed Baugh ter; but —ee—you say >bout your position. Bs Suitor—-My position, sir? Mthe—usual one. I believe —on B you know.—Tit-Bits.

I.u < I el—l I—4 r » W/ vj— y \ k 111 I|O STRATEGY OF A SMALL BOY Youngster, Who Broke Window in Suburban Home, Seems to Have Making of Clever Rascal. An iron hoop bounded through the area railings of a suburban house and played havoc with the kitchen window, says Lippincott’s. The woman waited, anger in her eyes, for the appearance of the hoop’s owner. Presently he came. “Please, I’ve broken your window,” he said, “and here’s my father to mend It.” And sure enough, he was followed by a stolid-looking workman, who at once started to work, while the small boy took his hoop and ran off. “That’ll be four bits, ma’am,” announced the glazier when the window was whole once more. “Four bits!” gasped the woman. “But your little boy brotaUt—the little fellow with the know. You’re his father,'aren’t you?” The stolid man shook his head. “Don’t know him from Adam,” he said. “He came around to my place and told me his mother wanted her winder fixed. You’re his mother, aren’t you?” And the woman shook her head also. Serviceable, Anyhow. The unanswerable retort was heard at a North Country dog show last week. At the man who brought up a brisk but undecorative whippet, an affable attendant scoffed. “That’ll win no prize, lad,” he remarked finally. ‘What's wrang wi’ him?” was the surprised answer. “Wrang? Haven’t A been tellin’ you? Why, look at his legs. Those legs are na’ lang enough.” “Not lang enough? Why, they touch the ground—did ye want them any langer?”—London Chronicle. ' Naturally Surprised. An old German furniture dealer had a woman customer who was a great talker. Nobody could get away from her when she started in. One day he sent a clerk to the lady’s house to try to collect a bill. When the clerk returned empty handed the old German said: “Veil! Vat did the lady say?” “She did not say anything, sir. She was mute,” replied the clerk. “Vat!” exclaimed the surprised German; “vas she dead?”

THE BLUFF MODEST. \ ii n Horan (the under dog)—Shure, Mike Doran, an’ if yez don’t take yure fist out av me oye it’s sthorage Oi’ll be afther chargin’ yez. A Deep One. “Gosh all hemlock!” exclaimed the first farmer; “ain’t yer struck water yet? How deep hev ye gone?” “ ’Bout a hundred feet,” replied the other placidly. “An’ ain’t ye discouraged?” “Oh! I dunno! I can’t-say I ain’t gittin’ a long well.” —Catholic Standard and Times. Giving Her Away. “I don’t feel a bit older than I did 40 years ago,” he declared. “Don’t go around making such a silly boast,” his wife begged. “I have told several of my friends that you are only five years older than I am.” A Plausible Explanation. “Why do they call Washington the city of magnificent distances?” “Because,” answered the disappointed office seeker, “it is such a long way between what you go after and what you get.” A Prophetic Profit. Pharaoh had just dreamed of the seven full and the seven blasted ears of corn. “You are going to invent a new kind of breakfast food.” interpreted Joseph. •--Judge.

SIGN WAS TRIFLE AMBIGUOUS Placard Bearing Inscription “Families Supplied” Taken at Its Literal Meaning by Customer? s “The merchant can’t be too careful in having his announcements perfectly plain,” remarked Sir James Butler to some friends the other day. “For Instance, a man went into a butcher shop recently and said to the man be hind the counter: “‘I want two boys and a girl please.’ “ ‘Beg pardon, sir,’ replied the man. “ T want two boys and a girl.’ “ ‘Beg pardon, sir.’ “The manager of the shop, seeing 8 little misunderstanding between the two, went to the gentleman and said: “ ‘Please excuse my assistant, but he is a new hand and perhaps does not understand you. What is your wish?’ ‘“Two boys and a girl, if yot please.’ “‘I beg your pardon, sir, but I’m afraid I don’t quite understand yot myself,’ replied the manager. “‘I want—two —boys—and—a—girl Is that plain enough?” answered the gentleman. “The manager then said, Tm sorry but I don’t keep them.’ “The gentleman then replied: “ ‘But you have a sign outside, “Fam Hies Supplied.” ’ ’’—Exchange. SURE CURE. First Tramp—The doctor at the bus pital said I had insomnia. Second Tramp—Why don’t yor sleep it off? A Difference of Opinion. A friend once asked “Uncle Joe’ Cannon for information as to the prospects of a politician who was at that time generally thought to be “on the ragged edge.” “He seems to think he’s getting on all right,” said Uncle Joe, “but others entertain a decidedly different opinion. His situation brings to mind the story of the old lady up in Maine. When she was asked as to the whereabouts of her husband, the dame replied: “If the ice is as thick as Henry thinks it is, he is skating; and if it is as thin as I think it is, he is swim* ming.”—Lippincott's. Avoiding a Wrong Impression. “My dear,” said her mother, “I wouldn’t quarrel so much with Fred, if 1 were you.” “Why not?” ’ “Well, in the first place, it doesn’t sound well and in the second place it may give a wrong impression.” i “I don’t understand.” “If they hear you quarreling all the time they’ll start gossiping about you, and the first thing you know it will be noised about among the fashionable people that you married for love.” Carrying Jealousy Too Far. “I claim that my wife is the most jealous person on earth.” “Oh, you merely imagine it” “No, it’s a fact. First she was jealous because I continued, afterwe were married, to have an affection for my fa ther and mother. Then when our little boy came it made her jealous tc see me showing that I cared for him, and now, by George, she’s jealous because I have developed a liking for a nap on a Sunday afternoon.” . Not Worrying About It. “Did you ever think,” asked the seventeenth floor tenant “what would happen to you if that rope stay of yours should give way while you were washing one of those big panes of glass?” “Yes, sir,” said the man on the window sill outside; “I reckon I’d fall or some poor devil that’s shovelin’ snow off the sidewalk.” Not at All Singular. “Gladys, didn’t young Mr. Gallington have his arm around you when I looked in last night?” “No, mother, he didn’t” “Don’t tell me a fib. I’m sure he did.” “But, mother, you’re mistaken. He has two arms.’” In the Case of Freedom. “I told the lawyer I wanted an absosolute divorce,” said Mrs. Flimgilt “And what did he say?” “He told me he was an old friend of my husband, and as a favor to him he would take the case.” Worse Yet He—Speaking of diamonds, I’ve noticed that the girl who wears the headlight usually wears a light head. She —But think of the man who gave it to her! —California Pelican. Recrimination. He —Madam, you promised to obey me. Do you do it? She —Sir, you promised me your worldly goods. Do I get ’-am?

Defined. Freddie —Say, dad, what’s morbid curiosity? Cobwigger—That’s what the fellow has who butts in ahead of you and keeps you from seeing anything. Extreme Measures. “I hand my husband the bills.” “Well?” “Then he foots them.” RASH ALL OVER BABY’S BODY Itched So He Could Not Sleep “On July 27,1909, we left Boston for a trip to England and Ireland, taking baby with us. After being in Ireland a few days a nasty rash came out all over his body. We took him to a doctor who gave us medicine for him. The trouble started in the form of a rash and was all over baby’s body, head and face, at different times. It Irritated, and he would scratch it with all his might. The consequence was It developed into sores, and we were afraid it would leave nasty scars on his face. “When we reached England we took baby to another doctor, who said his condition was due to change of food and climate, and gave more medicine. The rash got no better, and it used to Itch and burn at night so bad that the child could not sleep.* He was completely covered with it at different times. It was at this time that my mother advised us to try Cuticura Soap and Ointment. After using Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Ointment for about nine months the places disappeared. There are not any scars, or other kind of disfigurement, and baby Is completely cured by the Cuticura Soap and Ointment. We have no further trouble with baby’s skin. Nothing stopped the itching, and allowed baby to sleep but Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Ointment.” (Signed) Mrs. Margaret Gunn, 29 Burrell St., Roxbury, Mass., March 12, 1.911. Although Cuticura Soap and Ointment are sold everywhere, a sample of each, with 32-page book, will be mailed free on application to Cuticura,” Dept. L, Boston. Convenient Code. Frank I. Cobb used to be a reporter in Detroit and knew intimately a former governor of the state of Michigan, who was renowned among other things for his ability as a free-hand swearer. One night Cobb was dining with the ex-governor, and his family. A message came in to tell the host that one of his pet political schemes had just been defeated through the bungling of a lieutenant. The old man ripped out a string of dark blue ones. “Now, pa,” said his wife, “you promised me you would quit cursing.” “Marie,” said the ex-governor, “I’m not cussing—this is just the way 1 talk!” —Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post. Extra Inducement. Cohen, the clothier, followed a customer out to his buggy. “Dot’s a pretty fine horse you are driving,” he commented approvingly. “Yes, he’s a good one.” “How much would you sell him for?” “Seventy-five dollars.” -.“Mein Gott! is he silk lined?”— Everybody’s. f Logical. The car labored heavily over wet and deeply scarred roads. “Have you any idea where we are?” asked Blinks. “No,” said Garraway, “though the roads suggest we are near either Waterville or Rutland —I don’t know which.”—Harper’s Weekly.

Why Should a Chicken Lay a Soft-Shelled Egg? Because, Willie, the chicken don’t know how to create a hard-shelled egg unless it has some food with lime in it So chicken-raisers often provide limestone gravel, broken oyster shells or some other form of lime. Let the chicken wander free and it finds its own food and ’behaves sensibly. Shut it up and feed stuff lacking lime and the eggs are soft-shelled. Let’s step from chickens to human beings. Why is a child “backward” and why does a man or woman have nervous prostration or brain-fag? There may be a variety of reasons but one thing is certain. If the food is deficient in Phosphate of Potash the gray matter in the nerve centres and brain cannot be rebuilt each day to make good the cells broken down by the activities of yesterday. > Phosphate of Potash is the most important element Nature demands to unite albumin and water to make gray matter. Grape-Nuts food is heavy in Phosphate of Potash in a digestible form. A chicken can’t always select its own food, but a thoughtful man can select suitable food for his children, wife and himself. “There’s a Reason” for Grape-Nuts Postum Cereal Company, Limited, Battle Creek, Michigan

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Incident of Traffic. “Didn’t you tell me dat speckled boss you sold me was gaited?” asked Uncle Rasberry. “Dat’s what I told you.” replied Mr. Erastus Pinkley, “and dat’s “what he is. He’s variegated.” Baby Cried Day and Night with Colic till she was 3 months old, then we got Kopp’s Baby’s Friend and that cured her. Used it also when she was teething and cannot speak too highly of it, so writes Mrs. L. P. Plummer, Rockland, Me. Sold by druggists, 10c., 25c. and 50c., or sent direct by Kopp’s Baby’s Friend Co., York, Pa. Sample by mail on request. Quiet, As a Rule. “What sort of town is Squidgeville?” “The sort of town where a funeral is a social event.” Method With Disadvantages. “Will you make any rear platform speeches next summer?” “I don’t know,” replied the candidate. “It’s kind of embarrassing to have an engineer blow the whistle, ring the bell and pull out just as you get to the grand climax on which you relied for applause.” THEIR TROUBLES. Smith—My wife can cook, but she insists on playing the piano. Jones—Well, my wife can play the piano, but she insists on cooking.

We always feel sorry for a stuttering man who is trying to put in a good yord for himself. Cole’s Carbolisalve >quickly relieves and cures burning, itching and torturing skin diseases. It instantly stops the pain of burns. Cures without, scars. 25c and 50c by druggists. For free sample write to J. W. Cole & Co.. Black River Falls, Wls. AS TO REALISM. it Reggy—How is this in the second chapter of my great story; “The beautiful girl dropped her eyes? 6 Peggy—How pathetic! Were they glass eyes? y t Filipinos Dislike Autos. The reckless and insolent automobilist is hated the world over. In the Philippines, where most of the automobilists are foreigners, and where the natives have been used to loiter comfortably the roads after the fashion of easy going southern countries, the automobiles haVe long been a grievance, and, failing to secure effective regulation, the Filipinos have adopted the practice of rolling big boulders into the roadway as a hint not to turn corners at a breakneck speed. Rats. Jim—Do you think Mamie is taller than Susie? Tim—l should say that she is just about cne rat taller.