The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 7, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 13 June 1912 — Page 3

no man’s v land JOSEPH VANCE BY

SYNOPSIS. * — Garrett Coast, a young man of New fork City, meets Douglas Blackstock, who Invites him to a card party. He accepts, although he dislikes Blackstock, the reason being that both are in love with Katherine Thaxter. Coast fails to convince her that Blackstock is unworthy of her friendship At the party Coast meets two named Dundas and Van Tuyl. There is < s quarre.l, and Blackstock shoots Van Tuyl dead. Coast struggles to wrest the weapon from him, thus the police discover them. Coast is arrested for murder. He la convicted, but as he begins his sentence. Dundas names Blackstock as the murderer and kills himself. Coast becomes free, but Blackstock lias married. Katherine Thaxter and fled. Coast purchases a yacht and while sailing sees a man thrown from a distant boat. He rescues the fellow who is named Appleyard. They arrive at a lonely island, known as No Man’s Land. Coast starts out to ex§lore the place and comes upon some eserted buildings. He discovers a man », dead. Upon going further and approaching a house he sees Katherine Thaxter, who explains that her husband, under the name of Black, has bought the Island. He is blind, a wireless operator and has a station there. Coast Informs her that her husband murdered Van Tuyl. Coast sees Blackstock and some Chinamen ; burying a man. They fire at him. but he Is, rescued by Appleyard, who gets him ’ to the Echo in safety, and there he reveals that he is a secret service man and has been watching the crowd on the island, suspecting they are criminals. Coast is anxious to fathom the mysteries of No Man’s Land, and is determined to save Katherine. Appleyard believes that Black and his gang make a shield of the wireless station to conduct a smuggling business. Coast penetrates to the lair of Blackstock’s disguise. Katherine enters the room and passes him a note which tells Coast that neither his life or her own are safe. CHAPTER XlV.—(Continued.) His hand remained on Coast’s shoulder, obnoxious but Imperative. “And then," he continued after a slight pause, “my fingers remember anything they’ve ever felt. Let me run my hands over a man’s face once, and J I’ll pick him out of a dozen any time afterwards. Like this.” Before Coast could object Blackstock had brought both hands into play upon his face; lightly, softly and gently the ten blunt, hArd tips of his stubby fingers moved over Coast's features, tapping, pressing, gliding on. It was all but insufferable; Coast k was conscious that the blood, burned In his face like fire, that Jiis heart was pounding—so loud, it seemed, that the other must be aware of it. Revolted, he almost choked at this fa'miliarity of contact which he must needs endure, from the man of all men he had the greatest cause to hate, loathe and despise. He dug his nails into his palms in an effort to enforce submis- '■» sion. Blackstock’s face was within two feet of his own; a satiric smile (he fancied) rested upon those crudely modeled, animal features; he realized suddenly that it was the face of a Satyr, simply, naively sensual, as soulless as its lightless eyes. And a vlnuous breath offended his nostrils; his own breath he held, clenching his J teeth. “Now I know you.” He could think of nothing to say but: “Oh?” It was with difficulty that he succeeded in enunciating that. The hands moved on, down over his shoulders, and felt of his arms. “Hard! ” commented Blackstock. “You’ve got strength, haven’t you? Not as great as mine, though; you’d w hardly realize how immensely strong I am. See now!” His hands moved swiftly back to Coast’s throat and girdled it with a collar of iron. “Do you realize I could easily squeeze your breath out of your body. I could!” Coast’s face explored the face above him. Its smile was gone. Something ran cold along his spine, and of a sudden he was without emotion, quite calm and collected. “But you won’t, you know,” he said easily; “that is, you wouldn’t If you knew my right hand- in my pocket was pointing a pistol directly at your heart. , . . . Would you?” Perhaps the fact that he had merely stated the truth was responsible for his coolness. . . . He noted the Instinctive movement of the blind eyes, as if they sought to see if It » was true; rnd he thought: 'Habit is strong. Raising his left hand, he grasped Blackstock’s right by the wrist and removed it with a certain firmness. The other hand released him an inetant later, and the man stood back with a short laugh. “But you wouldn’t have fired?” “Not any sooner than you’d have tried to strangle me.’f “Os course I’d no such idea—” “Os course not; but you shouldn’t have suggested it. You made me nervous.” For a moment It was as if the mask had been dropped, as if they openly acknowledged one another as implacable enemies. And again Coast remarked that Blackstock quivered as he had surprised, an hour be- / fore; a ripple of tensed muscles, hardly to be detected, seemed to shake Sim from head to foot —and was gone in a tavinkling, while the hard smile reappeared on the Satyr's features. & “Do\cgrr really tote a gun, HaAdyaide?” • “Always,” Coast rejoined briefly. “Why—up here—?” , “You never can tell what’s going to ~ happen.” “Perhaps you’re right.” Blackstock conceded the point graciously. “1 don’t mind, but you really ought not to take a joke so seriously. However, . . . I’m full of sleep and you must be. . . . John—hat, cane.” One of the servants brought them instantly. “G’d-night. Handyside.” Blackstock hesitated an instant, then got his bearings and found the back door with unerring accuracy. On the, stoop he paused long enough to say: “We’ll get together after breakfast and talk business;” and the blackness received him. ’ Mystified. Coast waited,’ staring at the'spot where he had last seen the man, until one of the Chinamen mildly suggested that his room was ready, lie followed the" feliow stupidly, preFcer.rted. his mind ranging far in futile as to the riddle of I’iflckjfr''eondur?. Lorg after tie w I t . Jz>: »' . ■ in ■*' i th: t out!

been Power’s he sat on the edge of the dingy bed, his gaze fixed upon the refiestion of the lamp’s flame in the window panel—absorbed in the enigma. He could not rid himself of the, impression that an inarticulate menace lurked beneath Blackstock’s apparently unsuspicious reception of him. Was insanity the explanation? Was the man in reality a homicidal maniac, at whose intellect the lust to slay ate like a cancer? . . . But in such case, w’ould he have delegated to another the assassination of Power? Did he or did he not suspect? Did that sudden slip of the mask signify that he had merely allowed himself to appear to be deceived and was but waiting to deliver some telling stroke In retaliation? How much has Coast to apprehend, what to guard against? To this latter question his every instinct answered In chorus: Everything. He dared leave no stone unturned to safeguard himself —that he might remain able to protect Katherine. It came to him that it was not unlikely he had been left in that lonely

1 V/Sx. .. Xy ii (Jiy Every Nerve on the Qui Vive.

cottage with the three Chinese that they might quietly make away with him while he slept. With this in mind he. took a more detailed inventory of his surroundings; and found them hopelessly exposed. Unquestionably he would have been safer in the open; but the storm was now at the top of its fury. Sheets of water were sluicing /the house as if cast from some gigantic bucket. Danger within seemed very much preferable to' misery without. More than that, if Blackstock had planned an attempt upon his life during the night, Coast might as well know it; for he was armed and unafraid, and he who knows what to fear is doubly armed. Having wedged a chair beneath the knob of each door, he placed the lamp upon the table, turning it low that its scanty store of oil might last the night, and sat down on the bed, the pillow at his back, Appleyard’s pistol ready at his side. Insensibly as the dead hours lagged marked by no disturbance foreign to the storm, his -weariness bore heavily upon him. His thoughts blurred into a chaotic jumble of incoherencies. He nodded, drowsed with chin on breast, roused with a start when some unusually violent squall swooped over the island, drowsed again, and in the end slipped over upon his side and slept the sleep of the exhausted, profound and dreamless. . . . CHAPTER XV. Coast awakened with a gasp, jumping to his feet as if to the peremptory summons of a subconscious alarc>clock. Such, in fact, was m*?e or less the case; he who sleeps upon the thought of danger is ajff to waken

Gilbert Had Good Memory

He Never Forgot That at Harrow One of His Lines Was Considered Improper. This Gilbert story reaches m® from an old Harrovian, says a writer In th® Manchester Guardian. In 1872 the people of the town got up theatricals to raise funds for a hospital. Doctor Butler, the head master, said he would not allow the school to go unless the pieces were first submitted to him. One was Gilbert’s “Palace of Truth.” In it is a passage in which the hero says to the heroine: “Meet me at nine o’clock tonight outside the garden gate.” Doctor Butler vetoed this and substituted: “Meet me at three o’clock this afternoon.” This seemed to him . more decorous. About five years ago Gilbert was invited to the Harrow speeches. In reply to the toast of his health he said: “I am very much interested in visiting Harrow. lor as far as I know it is the only

with that thought predominant A moment gone everything had been densely dark, with that narcotic blackness which characterizes the slumberß of the overworked and overwrought Now in a twinkling he found himself intensely conscious, in the middle of the floor, pistol in hand, every nerve on the qui vive, every muscle tense. Gradually he realized that his nerves must have tricked him, that the hairtrigger of his suspended faculties must have been pulled by some common but unexpected noise. The room was bright with garish daylight; at the doors the chairs were in place, as he had left' them; there was not a sound to be heard in the house. Very stealthily he opened the hall door and looked out. From the silence within doors, there was no one else astir. He went out and back to the kitchen, finding it empty. After some momentary hesitation he returned to his room, found a towel and took it with him out into the open. He went quickly down through the Cold Lairs tp the beach. The Echo was gone, but this did not surprise him; it had been Appleyard’s purpose to heave anchor and get away as soon as the gale showed signs of slackening. Inside the sheltering spit a sturdy little catboat was dancing crazily at its mooring, but it was evidently deserted, and Coast rightly guessed that the vessel belonged to Blackstock, that its tender was the boat which Power had been accused of stealing—principally, no doubt, to allay the suspicions of Katherine; some means of accounting for the man’s disappearance had necessarily to be invented. The boat was. of course, m>

where to be seen; doubtless Blacfc stock had caused it to be carried up and secreted in one of the abandoned dwellings, or in some recess beneath the bluffs to the west and south. It was in the shelter of the westerly bluff that Coast stripped and took tc the water. Here, as all round the island, the beach shelved boldly, th# surf breaking close inshore. Scrubbing his flesh aglow, he dressed quickly, tingling with the e» hilaratlon of his recent contest, every trace of fatigue and drowsiness washed clean away. A sense of life and well-being ran like quicksilver through his veins; he could have sung aloud or whistled but for the sobering thought, never far beneath the sur* face of his consciousness, of his r» sponsibility. With Katherine to guard and care for, with Blackstock to watch and guard against and circumvent, there could be little. room for cheerfulness in his humor. Instead of returning the way he had come, an impulse moved him to scale the bluff, which at this point pre> sented not too steep an acclivity. As he continued along the sole, approaching the heel of what has been likened to a crude sketch of a child’s shoe, Coast remarked the crumbling stone walls of what had apparently once been a rude summer house and observatory set atop the highest hillock to seaward. But he had drawn quite near to it before he descried a hem of skirt whipping round a coi* ner of a half-fallen wall. He quickened his steps and took her suddenly unawares as she stood, half-sheltered from the bs’eeze and wholly invisible frot The body of the island, her back to the weather-beaten and lichened stones, her gaze leveled to- seaward in somber reverie. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

place in the world where a line of mine has ever been condemned as improper.” Great consternation prevailed —all the greater because no one except the speaker and one other person, who was just leaving Harrow In 1872, knew what he meant. It was not Gilbert’s way to forget these things. Why Willie Waa Lath. “Why, Willie, what kept you so late? Did you have to stay after school? I’m afraid you have been naughty.” “No, ma’am, I ain’t never naughty. Bobby Jones was licked fer bein’ naughty, an’ I stayed after school to hear him yell.” Easy Thing to Do. People who are extravagant on themselves are often wonderfully ingenious In devising plans of econoar for other*-

pt* WIFE’S METHOD OF REVENGE When Man Laughed at Winter Togs on Easter Day Woman Prays for Rain at Baseball Opening. “They had a dreadful quarrel EasI ier Sunday, but she got even with him.” “What happened?” “You know she had a new spring I suit and a new hat to wear.” “Well?” “Well, when he woke up In the norning it was snowing a blizzard i and he laughed out loud.” “He did! Isn’t that just like a mafi —the bruae?” ’ ‘ “Yes, and when she started out for church, dressed in her old winter wraps, h„e laughed again.” “If I had as mean a husband as that I’d leave him.” “She was furious, but just as she ?ot on the sidewalk she had a happy ' thought. She went right back into ‘.he house and said: ‘Fred, you may II think you’re smart, laughing at me aecause it is snowing, but I’ll get even with you. I’m going to church now’, ind (fl’m going there to pray that it will rain cats, and dogs on the day the baseball season opens.’ ” An Omitted Chapter. “Plato,” said Diogenes one day, ‘Have you such a thing as a wrench?” “Yes.” replied the philosopher, “I nave one with my auto kit.” j “Just the thing.” continued Diogenes; “I would like to borrow it for i short time.” “I wonder what that old chap wanted to do with my wrench? I believe I’ll hunt up and see;” And presently Dionnes was found at the back of the Temple of Cybele, ! working like a blacksmith. “Here exclaimed Plato, “what are ! sou trying to do?” “I’m putting a cyclometer on my tub,” said Diogenrs; and after that i the Athenians ceased to linger upon I the "crossings when they saw him cqm- ■ Ing.—Satire. A Butcher-Shop Idyl. She was pretty and she looked soulful. “How much is porterhouse?” she I zimidly inquired. “Umpty cents a pound.” said the' butcher, a large, coarse man. “Oh, I can’t afford that. I’m disi couraged at these high prices.” She began to weep. “Take heart,” murmured a benevoi lent looking old gentleman. “I guess I will. That comes cheaper. Please wrap me up half a pound.” ONLY POSSIBLE REASON. A pgs J 1 M / I wl “Clara is going without a new I spring hat this year.” ; “For what reason?” “Because she has to.” In Society. “Why doesn’t she sue for divorce? They haven’t been getting on well for years.” “I know it. But she can’t get along j without him. There are times, you I know, when she absolutely has to have I aim to fill in at bridge whist.” The Result. “So you’vg come back from your road tour. Did the ghost walk?” “No, so we had to.” The Objection. “The man they wanted appointed as I Judge used to be an actor.” “Then he ought not to be appointed.” “Why not?” “Don’t you know that actors instincI lively favor the recall?” Its Paradoxes. “This is nearing the closed season.” “I don’t understand.” “Why, in summer, no one of your business visitors believes in the open ioor policy.” When Greek Meets Greek. “When Greek meets Greek—what I happens?” asked the teacher. 1 Wise little Johnnie promptly reI plied: “One says to the other, ‘How’s I de fruit business?’” — A Slim Banquet. i Street Urchin—Where yer goln’, Maggie?” Maggie —“Goin’ ter de butcher fer fi’ cents’ wort’ uv liver.” Urchin—Chee! Yer goln’ ter have company fer dinner, ain’t yer?

WHY FATHER SANG SO LOUD Didn’t Want Congregation to Heai Mother “Sawing Wood,” Especially When Knot Was Hit. Visiting his old-fashlone<| lather in the country, the city son was persuaded to attend the village church, where the singing was congregational and the sermon lengthy. The father was wide awake, but the dear old mother, sitting in a cozy corne • of the family pew, was soon lulled to sleep. I Even the singing of the Aral hymn did not disturb her repose. The son i noted that his father was unusually j voiceful in rendering the hymns, and ■ referred to the fact when walking I home after the services. “Dad,” said the young man. “did you know that you sang so loud that some persons in the congregation turned around, looked at you and j scowled?" “Yes, son, I did.” the old gentleman replied; “but my loud singing was an act of mercy to your mother ” “Mercy to mother! How’s that, dad?” “If I hadn’t raised my voice in singing, son, they would have heard her i sawing wood, especially when she * struck a good, hard knot.” The Dignity of the Law. “Now,” said the lawyer who was con- i ducting the cross-examination. “I will j ask you whether you have ever been in jail.” “I have not,” replied the witness. “Have you ever been indicted by the grand jury?” “No.” “Have you ever been arrested?” • “No.” “Have you ever run away with another man’s wife?” “I never have.” “Have you ever cheated anybody in a horse trade?” “I never have had a horte.” “Ah! You are evading my question I thought we should find you out sooner or later. You are excused.” 1 THEY SAVED HIM. Phil' *1 I*■ n // —\ ‘j '' *? 11 IX I f II l[J-“ f -' " •‘‘Q Rf tn i Knocker —He wrote a poem on spring. Weeks —Was It printed? • Knocker—No, the editors to whom it was submitted were his friends. . I Timorous. “You’re a nice one!” said the street car conductor to the man from the ; country; “if you saw that fellow pick the gentleman’s pocket, why didn’t I you interfere and not let him get away?” "Waal,” said Reuben. “I saw that sign up there, ‘Beware of pickpockets,' ; and b’gosh didn’t dast to.” —Housekeeper. Not Made to Order. “Have you any references?” asked the lady of the house. “Yes, ma’am, a lot of ’em.” “Why didn’t you bring' them with you?” “They’re just like my photographs, ma’am. None of ’em does me justice.” Before Gaby, Stranger—ls this the face that launched a thousand ships and burned the topless towers of Ilion? Helen of Troy—lt is. Stranger—Then I offer you a contract for thirty weeks in vaudeville at two thousand drachmas a night.—Yale Record. A Mortal Blow. “What’s the matter wich your wife’ She’s all broken up lately.” “She got a terrible jar ” “What has happened?” . “Why, she was assisting at a, rum mage ’sale, took off her new hat, and somebody sold it for thirty-five cents.” Just Like Father. “Your daughter is improving,” saic I a music teacher, “but when she gets ! to the scales I have to watch her pret ty closely.” “Just like her father!” said the I mother. “He made his money in the • grocery business!” Going Further. “This problem is one which is ripe > for the times.” “Ripe—l should say it was rotten!” | Their Intent. “I saw some escaped steers^in the I street rush a lot of policemen.” “Did they try to kill them?” “No. I think they were merely gamboling, and thought it would be a good idea to toss a copiper.” A Mistaken Idea. “As the poets say, stone walls do not a prison make.” “Well, you just try to get away from them when they’re around a peniten tiary.” Near Fulfilment. “Jones told me today that the ball on the top of that tall tower building was blown down by the strong gale, and came very near striking him down.” “I’ve told Jones otter, that highballs would sooner or later lie the death of him.” Some Difference. “Did you marry your ideal?” asked a new acquaintance o!.’ a bright mattron. “Mercy, no! I married my husband.” |

An Underestimated Force By Rev. J. H. Ralston, Secretary of Correspondence Department of Moody Bible lutiiute TEXT—Study to be quiet.—l Thessalonians, 4:11.

Nerve s enter largely into the com position of human kind, and are often permitted to control be-’ yond their right. By many things men are easily excited and in no sphere is this truer than in the - religious. Religion may embrace true or false faiths, cults and fads, over which men

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grow excited very easily, a fact that explains an attachment to them that is often without rational or scriptural support. The Thessalonian Christians were excited touching the coming of the Lord and were neglecting other exceedingly important, things. In his characteristically loving way Paul sharply calls their attention to the walk which pleases God, their personal sanctification with respect to conjugal relations, to honest treat ment of the brethren, and brotherly love, all of which they were neglecting. Paul calls them to study to be luiet and to attend to business. The same principles apply in our day to religious fanaticism, sometimes in, connection with the second coming ot tho Lord to whom the appeal has come to be quiet and to attend to business. The principle appeals as well to the spheres of lifo. The kaleidoscope of scientific, business and political life is turning very rapidly and we do not know at what moment some social or political proposition will be made that is a shock to our commonly received traditions. Parties are disrupted, new parties are formed, and the body politic becomes almost a mob. In these days, therefore, not only the religious person, but the citizen as well, needs to sthdy to be quiet. This is the more important as the world is growing less so rapidly through the agencies of steam and electricity and phobias of all kinds are cast before us. Quietness an; Aid to Efficiency. Agitation, or unrest, interferes with efficiency, and efficiency Is the keyword of the day in which we live. ’ A man of today does not ask for the blusterer, he asks for the man that can do his w;ork, and with the least bluster. The nervous marksman rarely hits the bullseye. You do not care to go under the knife of a surgeon who does not have a steady hand. Hysteria explains much of the abuse of the sec-ond-coming of the Lord.- Men, not studying to be quiet, nor going about their business, become lawless, and alienate many sincere pelievers in this great scriptural doctrine. It has been illustrated over and over again,, .that the man who is quiet is as a rule the powerful man. The quiet Grant seems to be the only Union general to make Appomattox possible, and in great business interests ofttimes the man who sits and listens to the heated discussions of his associates, and at the end quietly speaks a few words 1 , carries the day. As yet the strength of man is often found in standing still. The painter depicts on the face of restless people the unmistakable fact of an inward unhappiness, and on the quiet face clearly intimates an inward joy. More and more are men studying Jesus Christ to get proper ideals, and here is a good for such study. We cannot conceive of Jesus Christ becoming agitated. The most that can be said is that he was sometimes indignant. In his early test with the devil he quietly quoted Scripture and presented’" logicel arguments; on the sea with ths storm threatening to send the boat to the bottom he exhibited the power of quiet majesty; with the mob rushing on him in the garden he quietly says that he is the one they are seeking; on the cross he prays for his crucifiers and talks to John about his mother; and at the very, end what quietness is in the words,‘“Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit!” The Will Must Act. A man’s intellect sometimes, carries him far asea on its tossing billows, and he his hand to the rudder, which this text suggests, is study. A man’s heart or emotions may carry him far, and he again resorts to study. But now’ his will must act. The Thessalonian Christians were exeited as to the coming of the Lord, but they ought to be quiet and as far as any faculty that they possessed was concerned, they were compelled to call upon it to act, and that faculty was the will. To be quiet requires effort just as in the time of sorest bereavement when we are disconsolate, and some friend says: “You must control yourself; you must make an effort.” Solomon tells us that the man who rules his spirit Is better than he who takes a city. Storms will overtake us, but at all hazards we must try to be quiet and await the issue. If i en will not meet this Injunction as it comes from religious teachers, they may have to meet it as it comes from some awful disaster as that which recently overtook -the great ocean steamer, the Titanic. The same was true at St. Pierre, at Messina, and in the earthquake on the Pacific coast a few years ago. At such times men stop and say: “Maybe there is a God, anyway. are going to study these things.” How fortunate is the man who has -learned to trust God, and when something meets him suddenly with upsetting quickness and form* he can calmly say: “Give me quietness, teach me thy will. I believe all will be well!”

There’s music In the squall of a baby—to its mother. For costiveness and sluggish liver try the unrivaled herb remedy, Garheld TeaBeing a Baseball Star. A star’s job is a hard one. The 1 mental strain is even greater than the ! physical. For what he undergoes the j fabulous salaries are not fabulous. . Before going into details let us de- < fine a star—the ball player’s deflni- ; tlon: “A star is any player who, through ; individual excellence, achieves a rep- ■ utation for brilliant work, thus ati tracting fans to the park to see him play.” He is a star only so long as hie performances : stand but- He is paid the salary of a star as long as his repj utation brings fans to the stands and money to the.»box office. The day that l sees the waning of his sensationalism I also sees the waning of his salary.— ; Edward Lyell Fox in Outing. CUTICURA OINTMENT HEALED BAD SORE ON LIMB “Some time ago I was coming up some steps when the board crushed I under me like an egg shell, and my ! fight limb went through to the knee, ; and scraped the flesh off the bcn« ; just inside and below the knee. I i neglected it for a day or two, then it I began to hurt me pretty badly. I put ; balsam fir on to draw out the poison, but when I had used it a week. It hurt . so badly that I changed to olntr i ment. That made it smart and burn so badly that I couldn’t use It any more, and that w’as the fourth weet after I was hurt. “Then I began to use Cuticura Ointment for the sore. It stopped hurting I immediately and began healing right away. It was a bad-looking sore before Cuticura. Ointment healed it, and I suffered so I couldn’t sleep from two I days after I fell until I began using Cuticura Ointment. “Cuticura Soap is the b,est soap I ever saw r . I have used all kinds of soap for washing my face, and always it would leave my face smarting. I ■ had to keep a lotiomUo stop the smart, no matter how expensive a soap I used. I find at last, in Cuticura Soap a soap that will clean my face and leave no smarting, and I do not have to use any lotion on anything else to j ease it. I believe Cuticura Soap is the best soap made.” (Signed) Mrs. M. I E. Fairchild. 805 Lafayette St., WJch- - ita, Kan., May 8, 1911. Although Cuticura Soap and Ointment are sold ’ by druggists and dealers everywhere. a sample of each, with 32-page book, will be mailed free on application tc “Cuticura,” Dept. L, Boston. Goodness does not certainly make men happy when happiness makes i them good.—Landor. Troubles of Educators. | Chancellor Day, who some months j ago expelled a young woman from his university for complaining of the fare, i can sympathize with M. Bournier, director of the Paris High School of s Commerce, who has suspended a pupil ; who sent him, byway of protest, an i artichoke with a worm in it, which. had been served at luncheon. Easy to Lick Russia. A couple of little newsies stood in I front of the Youngstown (O.) Tele- . gram bulletin recently reading ths printed lines and making comments on the press reports. “Gee, it says here ’at there’s tlable . to be some o’ troubles ’ith Russia on | account ob de treaty.” sa,id one. “What's de difference?” 1 said the other. 2Di s country don't need to worry.” “Oh, I don’t know 1 ,” said the first speaker, “it might'bring on a war.” “Huh! 1 sniffed the second boy. “Uncle Sam.could lick Russia wld de Salvation army.” Lamb’s Tenure of Life Not Long. A party of privileged sightseers I were admitted to a private view of a ; menagerie between performances, I and among other things were shown what was called a “Happy Family,” i that is to say, in one and the same i cage there was a toothless lion, a I tiger, somewhat the worse for wear, ! and a half-famished wolf. Beside these wild animals, curled up in one ! corner, was a diminutive lamb which ! shivered as it slumbered. “How long have the animals lived j together?” asked one of the party. “About twelve months,” replied the I showman. “Why,” exclaimed a lady, “I am I sure that little lamb is not as old a* j that.” “Oh,” said the shbwman. quite unmoved, “the lamb has to be renewed i occasionally.” DIFFERENT NOW. Since the Slugger, Coffee, Was Aban* doned. Coffee probably causes more blliousI ness and so-called malaria than any ■ one other thing—eveh bad climate. ■ (Tea is just ag harmful as coffee be- ■ cause it contains caffeine, the drug in, coffee). A Ft. Worth man says: “I have always been of a bilious temperament, subject to malaria and up to'one year ago a perfect slave to coffee. At times I would be covered with boils and full of malarial poison, waa very nervous and had swimming in the head. “I don’t know how it happened, but I finally became convinced that my sickness was due to the use of coffee, and a little less than a year ago I stopped coffee and began drinking Postum. “From that time I have not had a boil, not had malaria at all, have gained 15 pounds good solid weight and know beyond ajl doubt this Is due to the use of Postum in place of coffee, as I have taken no medicine at all. “Postum has certainly made red blood for me in place of the bloodL that coffee drinking Impoverished made unhealthy.” Name given by ™ Fostum. Co., Battle Creek, Mich, I Postum makes red blood. “There’s a reason,” and it is explained in the little book, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letiert A »ew one appears from time to time. Thej are senuine, tru*. «nd full of bums* tntereat-