The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 10, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 4 July 1912 — Page 3

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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 Katnerine Thaxter. Coast falls to convince ho* that Blackstock Is unworthy of her friendship. At the party Coast meets two named Dundas ana Van Tuyl. There Is a quarrel, and Blackstock shoots Van Tuyl dead. Coast struggles to wrest the weapon from him, thus the police discover them. Coast Is arrested for murc/er. He is convicted, but as he begins his sentence, Dundas names Blackstock as the murderer and kills himself. Coast becomes free, but Blackstock has 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 explore the place and comes upon some deserted 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 Are 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 Blackstoclc’s disguise. Katherine enters the room and passes him a note which tells Coast that neither his life or her own are safe. Coast feels that Blackstock suspects him. Appleyard and the Echo disappear. Coast assures Katherine of his protection. , CHAPTER XVl.—(Continued.) I” — ' She shut the door and saw Coast. In an instant her face was bloodless; only her gaze leapt to his eyes like a leveled flame. Her hands moved suddenly toward her bosom, ( hesitated half-way, and fell slowly, fluttering. She sighed profoundly. . . . Then abruptly, as she recognized that he was frightened for her and in another moment would hurry to her side heedless of consequence, she resumed command of herself with an astonishing effort of will; the small hands tightened at her sides, she lifted her head, closed her lips tight, 4 and stood momentarily at attention, listening to some noise beyond the door. The silent moment ended in the crashing of the wireless. At the report, as if released from a spell, the woman moved quickly over to the floor. Her hand closed imperatively round Coast’s forearm. From colorless lips her voice came low but clear. 1 “Listen, Garrett —don’t interrupt. . . . Something has happened; we are to leave the island tonight! . . . Hush—don’t speak; his hearing is abnormally sharp; when he stops Bending. . . . He has just told me. A boat will come for us. He didn’t Bay when—after dinner, sometime, 1 gathered. He has just told me to pack up a few necessaries. . . .” The noise of the wireless ceased, and she stopped speaking in the same breath. Immediately, In the hush, they heard the hiss of the switch thrown out to divert the current from the sending apparatus to the detector. “He’s fishing for the answer, now,” Coast ventured in a guarded tone. N “Hush! ’ she told him sharply, whispering. “Wait! ..." She inclined her head, sedulously on guard, and for a while seemed to hold her breath. The hand upon his arm was trembling violently; he put his own palm over it with a strong and reassuring pressure. “Steady, dear!” he .. murmured. “Don’t be afraid. . . .” She shook her head with a futile effort to smile bravely. “Only be quiet , . she begged. A minute passed, and another, and yet another, the pause filled with the dull drone of the dynamo and the steady humming of the gasoline motor. Then again the spark began to talk—-crash-crash-crack-crack-crrrash!— and and once more it was safe to speak. “He warned me strictly to say nothing of this either to you or to the Bervants, but told me to go and call both you and Chang — that he wanted sou at once.” “No explanation—?” “None; he seemed to think It superfluous —with me.” Coast’s fears conjured up a miscarriage of Appleyard’s plans. Somehow, perhaps, the little man had failed to regain Quick’s Hole in time to prevent the escape of either the Corsair or her crew. In such case the latter would seek the quickest mode of communication with No Man’s Land. But speculation was just then outride Coast’s concerns. His first, his whole only duty was to Katherine. “Don’t worry,” he begged her in a hurried whisper; “we’ll find some way Out. Appleyard won’t fail us—and if he should I’ll manage to steal that boat and get you off. Either that way or another. . . . Now go, while 1 tee what he wants of me. I’ll say I met you on the way. Go quickly—we’ve delayed long enough . . . heart of my heart!” * This last was in an undertone as the woman, taking fright because of a brusque cessation of the wireless i racket, disengaged her hand, and with the briefest glance byway of adieu, toward the farm house. Alone, he lingered for a little where che left him, striving to collect and train his faculties against this unanticipated turn of events. Thoroughly myßtified, disturbed and depressed, he | drifted into a deep sombre reverie Which might well have endured beyond his knowledge had not the stationary motor chosen an early moment to choke up with a series of guttural snorts and stop dead. The unlookedfor suspension of Its contented working song left a distinctly audible void In the stillness, in which the key of the droning dynamo ran down the scale to a sour whine ere it ceased alk together. Roused by this, Coast pulled himself together and hurried round the building, listening with lAMiaiMB elation to the sforzn of an-

ger which followed Blackstock’s recognition of the mishap. A chair scraped roughly on the floor and fell with a crash; something else was thrown violently down; Blackstock got his breath deliberately and —the doors and windows of the operating room became jammed with blasphemy. Discreetly Coast paused and waited until the man’s tongue began to falter, until the oaths escaped from him a trickle rather than a deluge, until he stopped short, his system wrung dry of profanity. Then Coast advanced. He found Blackstock striding to and fro and mumbling a cigar, the scowl that darkened his countenance suggesting a stats of perturbation and anxiety no less acute than Coast’s. Even without Katherine’s warning, and ignoring his pettish rage over the balky motor, Coast would have been quick to guess that something had happened seriously to complicate the man’s schemes. He flew every sign peculiar to one who to the physlcar

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unhappiness following a night of dissipation has had added grave reason for mental disquiet. As the younger -man drew near Blackstock stopped short, facing the door with a lowering look. “Who’s that?” he demanded sharply, with a nervous gesture plucking the unlighted cigar from between his teeth. “You, Handy side?” Coast entered. “Mrs. Black said you wished to see me. t . . .” "1 would to God I could!” Blackstock cried wrathfully, dashing the cigar upon the floor. He lifted his clenched hands and shook them above his head, while his features twitched. Abruptly he dropped them. “Here," he said curtly, “what d’you ? know about stationary motors? Everything, I suppose?” “Not quite,” returned Coast pacifically. “Then what the devil are you doing here?” “I’m supposed to be a wireless operator —” “Oh, y’are, eh?” “Not *a skilled mechanic,” Coast continued evenly. “Still, I know a little something about motors. Anything I can do?” “You can take a look at that damned engine, if you don’U mind. It fainted dead just now. It hasn’t had any attention since Power quit and left the in the lurch, hang him! I don’t know whether it’s oil or gas or water it needs. Perhaps you do." ••I’ll see,” said Coast With an impatient grunt Blackstock resumed his walk, guiding himself In and out amongst the furniture and machinery cluttering the room with his habitual but still extraordinary ease. The sound of Blackstock’s footsteps ceased behind him, while he was bending over the machine, and he was conscious of the uneasy sensation of being watched —which, of course, was absurd, the man’s affliction brought to mind. “Well . . ?" “Haven’t located it yet,” said Coast, though this was not strictly true; he could already hazard a shrewd guess.

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Physician Declares Something Is the Matter Inside of Her and Advises an Operation. At a medical convention held in Cleveland, Ohio, the other day. Dr. C. W. Moots bore down with heavy hand and amid much applause upon the hatchet-faced Individual commonly known as the scolding wife. He said: “Every time I see one of these women coming into my office, with sharp face and flat chest and Inelastic muscles, I am in doubt whether to feel sorrier for the patient or for myself. There is something the matter; they ought to be operated upon.” Spoken like a true medico, who finds a physiological basis for every ailment!

with the confession of neglect to guide him. “Mmmm. . . . Look here, what d’you suppose became of the Corsair?" “One guess is as good as another, isn’t it?” “What d’you mean by that?” “That I don’t |toow.” “You’d think Finn ’ud ’ve managed to get her off by this time—eh? Wouldn’t you?” Blackstock grumbled. “Without outside help, I’d judge It a pretty tough job.” “Well, but with help . . •” “Not so easy to get, under the circumstances. That wind was enough to clear the Sound of ordinary traffic! and even today, up to-some time aftei noon at least, there’d be a fairly rugged sea running to keep smaller craft at home.” - “Oh, you think so, eh?” commented Blackstock with an accent of ironj that made Coast straighten up and look over his shoulder. But the man was not even facing him, and ho could gather little from his expression. "That’s all very well,” he continued, “but it happens I advised Voorhls ol their fix last night, and he sent a tug down from Vineyard Haven this morning. The tug reports no sign of the Corsair. Now what d’you know about that?” “It’s not easy to explain,” said Coast In perhaps too placid a tone. It was difficult to subtract from his voice the exultation he felt. So Appleyard had been successful, after all! That was a moiety of news to cheer his heart wonderfully. He ventured an obvious

and irritatingly stupid observation; “Then they must have got off some how, diying the night” “Looks that way, doesn’t it —even to a blind man? But then —?” “Perhaps some *accident to the machinery—” “Finn never permits an accident to machinery under his care." “You never can tell—” “Finn can,” Blackstock snapped decidedly. “You ought to have him here, then," said Coast disgustedly, turning the conversation of deliberate 'intent, by now fully convinced that Blackstock had been talking to kill time—or else to make it, for some occult purpose. “You’ve about ruined this machine, as far as 1 can judge. The lubricating tank’s dry as a hone, the bearings so hot I can’t hear my hand on them, and the chances are the connecting-rod babbitt has burned out I can’t tell how bad It is without taking the motor down, and that’s an expert’s Job. Where’s your cylinder oil? A good dose of that will ease matters a bit until I can investigate without blistering my hands.” “Over there —that large can in the corner," Blackstock indicated. , To reach it Coast had to pass between the man and the door; as he did so, temporarily off his guard, Blackstock stepped suddenly to his side. Grasping Coast’s right wrist with his left hand, he thrust it up smartly, interposing his shoulder to prevent it from coming down as he released it and simultaneously passed his own right arm across Goaet’a chest, seizing and pinioning his left Having him thus helpless in one of the simplest of jlu-jutsu holds, Blackstock thrust his left hand into Coast’s pocket, withdrew the automatic pistol and let him go with a shove that sent him reeling and staggering back against the wall. “I’ve been wanting this toy ever since you mentioned it last night,” he said calmly, balancing the weapon in his palm. “It’s one of my rules that no arms shall be carried on this Island.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

There are thousands of women to the world who do not look particularly good to the other fellows, and it is just as well that they should not. Wise nature knew what she was about when she threw the glamour of illusion over one man, so that he should think there was none other than the single paragon among ( her many sisters. And when he married her, she was that Happy is he if, the alchemy of love still invests her with chants forever gone. And if she has been a true and faithful wife, God help him If he has forgotten the bliss of the honeymoon and "the day when he stood by £er side with the premise on hie lips to cherish and protect “until death do m PMtl"

THE * SCDAP O-LEGS, X-LEGS AND STRAIGHT LEGS. Nobody has straight legs—that is, legs that are perfestly parallel. What are commonly so

called are the mildest degree of X-legs, while those that are technically most nearly straight are the mildest degree of O-legs. X-legs and Olegs are the names

given to bow-legs and knock-knees by Professor Francke, writing in the Muenchener Medirinische Wochenschrift, who bases his remarks upon the examination of 1,100 pairs of legs taken at random. O-legs always look like ljmbs, while X-legs give the impression of weak members. Professor Francke lays down the rule that if when standing in a natural position the knees and ankles touch without forcing, the subject has straight legs. If, with the ankles touching, there is as much as two centimeters between the knees, it is bow-legged. If, with the knees touching, there be two centimeters between the ankles, it is knockkneed or X-legged. Children born with O or straight legs tend o become X-legged while learning to walk, but this condition tends to disappear in men up to the twenty-third year, or in perhaps 25 per cent, up to the thirty-eighth year. Women, however, tend to remain knock-kneed or X-legged throughout life, as a result of their skirts and their lack of exercise. The ancient Greeks never had and modern savages never have X-legs, which, Professor Francke says, are consequences of civilization and tend to Imply physical inferiority. TASTE HAS IMPROVED. Goats with a pronounced taste for lingerie, are said to be making life uncomfortable for women of a suburban section of Philadelphio. Until recently the goats seemed to be dontent with tomato cans and wash boilers, but now nothing will suffice but the daintiest of muslins, and wardrobes are growing so depleted that Irate bands of householders are forming to kill the animals, unless steps are taken by the authorities to keep them penned up. MONOCLES FOR LADIES. Although not quite a new fashion, monocles for ladieshave never been

quite so popular as they are today. During a walk down Bond street one invariably sees several ladies wearing the monocle quite naturally and without any of that facial contortion which men often

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affect. Ladies’ monocles are usually gold-rimmed, although sometimes the plain glass is worn. In view of the fact that spats, walking-sticks, cigarettes, and monocles are now items of fashionable feminine attire, people are asking, What next? AN EXTRAORDINARY DATE-PALM. This extraordinary date-palm is to be seen in the fruit garden of the

parish priest of Elche, a town in Spain, about 13 miles southwest of Alicante. The tree is reckoned to be about two centuries old. From the central trunk there are eight • distinct, separate trees, and their

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weight is so great that it has just been found necessary to use props and supports. BOAT AS ROOF. Those who have roamed over the wild Cornish cliffs may often have

come across these tiny fishermen’s huts roofed with old fishing boats; They present a very quaint appearance. The

boat is placed upside down, with an edging of cement where it rests upon the wall, forming a perfectly watertight roof.—London Answers. The Cause. , “Poor old Bangs is all broken up.” “That bo?” “Yes. His wife’s temper broke up his home and the cook broke up most of the crockery.” Cook Not to Blame. Master —I’ve been ordered to Marienbad this year for the first time in iny life, Babette. Cook—Well, that isn’t my fault, sir. —Fliegende Blaetter.

LONDON THOROUGHFARE WITH TWO NAMES. This curiosity may be seen at the junction of King’s Cross Road with Pentonviile Road.

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The names appear one below the other exactly as in the sketch. Os course, one of the names ought never to .have been put there. King’s Cross Road Is correct, and Pentonviile Roa-’ should have been placed

farther along. The roads are not in line with each other, but King’s Cross Road comes ino an intermediate portion of Pentonviile Road at an acute angle. LIKED THE FOOD. A western ranchman was working in his pig pen when SIOO in greenbacks, nicely bundled, fell from his pocket Into the trough. Six small porkers grunted gratefully and made a rush at what to them wore the look of a pretty fancy head of lettuce, and fell to. Not a trace of the “feed” could be rescued, so the piglets were loaded into a wagon and hustled off to town, where a sale was made, with the provisio in the contract that the stomachs be returned; there will go forward to the treasury department in an effort to get for the farmer some of his money. NOVEL LIFE-SAVING JACKET. The patent never-sink life-saving jacket shown here, the invention of

a Mr. Carroll, has proved to be ct the greatest assistance in saving life. Its great advantage is that when the person or swimmer who is being succored is exhausted or unconscious the head cannot sink beneath the waves on account of the air-filled s fro u -

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ders. The jacket is warm and ccmi sortable to wear, and is specially useful for women and children. AIRMEN’S FINGER-POST. Probably the most curious fingerpost in the world is that which has

just been erected near London at Mason's Hill, Bromley, Kent;. It is 18 feet high, and has big painted models of a motorcycle and monoplane on the arms, while on the top is a model of

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a biplane in full flight. On the finger pointing to Sevenoaks is the inscription, “Hastings and Paris;” on the one pointing In the opposite direction, to “London and John o’ Groat’s;’’ and the third, ‘ Croydon and Land’s End.” THE SEA-CUCUMBER. This strange creature is a native of the northeastern coast of Australia and Malay sea. It

looks like a cucumber with a little tuft of tentacle at the end. The method of progression is not, however, by contortions of the body like a worm,

but by tiny little tube feet. These “cucumbers” are procured in enormous cumbers off the Great Barrier reef on the Queensland coast. They are then cured and sent for sale, mostly to China. BELL-BEARER. One of the curiosities of Brazil is shown In the accompanying illustra-

tion. This insect, which is known to folks generally as the “beli-bearer,” has a particularly long and slender thorax, from which arises a

vertical appendage which hears the horizontal bar arrangement upon which the four little black hairy balls are situated. Its size is about half an inch from tip to tip of wings. EXTRAORDINARY RAT. The Canadian sand rat is distinguished by large cheek pouches, oval

in shape. The animal burrows in sandy soils and feeds on nuts, roots, or grass, which it conveys

r to Its burrow in its cheek pouches. The rat empties its pouches by sitting up like a squirrel, and squeezing the pouch against Its breast with its fore-pawa and chin. This animal is a little larger than a full-grown common rat, and pale-gray-ish brown in color. She Had Her Turn. Dome —That’s a perfectly beautiful engagement ring Jack gave you! v Mollie —I didn’t know I had shown it to you! Dollie —You didn’t. —Judge. Juvenile Ignorance. “Dicky, what does your father work at?” “I dunno, sir; he’s a pleeceman.”

IMMONAL SUnmtSoiool LESSON (By E. O. SELLERS, Director of Evening Department, The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) LESSON FOR JULY 7 MALIGNANT UNBELIEF. LESSON TEXT—Mark 3:20-36. GOLDEN TEXT—“This is the judgment, that light is come into the world :aud men loved the darkness rather than the light; for their works were evil.”— John 3:19. There are two kinds of unbelief depicted in this lesson, the malignant, cruel, vindictive unbelief of the Pharisees; and the incredulity, the amazement, the unbelief of the family and friends of Jesus. There are three natural divisions of this lesson; first v. 20, 21) the unbelief of his friends who, beholding his iparvelously busy life, so busy as not to take time to eat, concluded he must of necessity be insane on the subject of religion, as no other explanation would suffice. Secondly (v. 22-30) the malignant, malicious, blind unbelief of the representatives of the rulers in Jerusalem who had come down to “investigate” the popular Galilee prophet, that they might find wherewith to “accuse him.” Third (v. 31-35) the unbelief of those his nearest of kin who also sought to restrain and to turn him aside if possible from his arduous labors. We have in this first section another of those wonderful gospel pictures, just a touch, but so graphic, of the eagerness of the multitudes to see and hear Jesus. Simply to hear him was enough to draw together a crowd. Yet*notice his response, he would not even pause to refresh himself but the compassion of a great mission compelled him to ' minister unto them. What cared he for rest or refreshment? > Miracles Explained. The multitude had studied Jesus as he performed his miracles and accounted him to be the Messiah (Matt 12-23), but the Pharisees were not then willing to acknowledge him, so? that would be to condemn themselves. However, here are these miracles that demand an explanation, and we must remember that these men came with a predetermined motive, viz., that they might find wherewith to accuse him (see v. 2 and 6.) Not accepting the plain common sense explanation and his avowed purpose in performing miracles (Mk. 2-10) they gave out that it was by the power of the Prince oi Devils, Beelzebub, that Jesus performed his mighty deeds.. The utter fallacy of such an accusation is shown by Jesus’ reply. He did not upbraid them with anger though their accusation was the utmost limit of malignity. Jesus knew that he must needs endure just such contradictions of sinners (Isa. 63:3, 4), nevertheless be exposed their folly (v. 23-27). Jesus here gives us a fine example of logic, which is simply unanswerable. No more can a divided kingdom stand, oi a divided house stand than for SataD to fight against No more can the thief capture his booty unless he first finds or deceives the guard, than for Jesus to fight Satan and at the same time he his vassal. Satan is a “strong” man (v. 22) and he, Jesus, came to break, to overcome, that power, for he is inded the stronger one The subjects of Satan are his slaves, but Jesus came to set men free from the power of this “strong man.” W* have said that Jesus was grieved, h« goes on to tell us why. The one and only sin for which there is no pardon is that blind, malignant unbelief that ascribes to Satan the work of the Holy Ghost. When one reaches that stage of callousness there remains no fun ther testimony to move his heart. If, however, one comes to Jesus for forgiveness, it is proof positive that he has not such a heart of stony, unbelief, the very fact of asking forgiveness proves that one has not committed the “unpardonable sin.” In the revised version we find the correct translation for verse 29, “Whosoever shall blaspheme against the, Holy Spirit hath never forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin,” thus effectually setting at rest any thought of a' future probation after our life here upon this earth. If when men their evil deeds to such an extent that they refuse to walk in the ligHt and resolutely set their faces against the true Light, they commit the last and irremediable sin. Sons of God by Faith. Lastly we see the kinfolk of Jesus, Including his mother, seeking to withdraw him from his conflict with the Jerusalem lawyers, or, as has been suggested, if they were among the friends mentioned at the outset seeking to protect him after this interruption by taking him away to a place of rest and quiet. Jesus was, however, not understood by his nearest and dear est kinfolk; and such has ever been the bitter grief of many of his followers, a grief that is even harder to. bear than the denunciation of his enemies with all of their misrepresentation. But he who was reviled and reviled not again, who was led as a lamb to the Slaughter, answers not this strange misunderstanding by any flash of anger, hut In gentleness rebukes their Interference with his plans and points out that his nearest and dearest are those who do his will. Jesus as otfi Sr eat High Priest is here speaking not is the Son of Mary, but as the Son of Man. The golden text throws wonderful light upon this whole lesson. He, Jesus, the Light, came into the world and we must account for him. Like Pilate, we have him on our hands. If we refuse to walk in the light we have committed the last and the irremediable sin. If we sin wilfully after seoing the light, there remains no otheh, no more, sacrifice for sin. When In order to continue in our evil deeds which cannot stand the presence of the light, we choose rather the darkness and refuse to submit ourselves to the call of the Light, we bring ourselves under condemnation.

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Nothing succeeds like the efforts of some people to be disagreeables - His Choice. “This enterprise is a promising one." “Is it? But what I’m looking for Is a paying proposition.” His Mistake. Gertie —Angry with him? Why, ho wrote a lovely- poem to hes. Rose —Yes, but she never read it She tore the whole thing up in a fit of anger. He called It “Lines on Mabel - * Face.” Natural Query. Gen. F. D. Grant, when discussing military neatness, used often to tell a 6tory about his father. “My father was talking to General, Sherman in his tent one day,” ho would begin, “when a third general entered, a brigadier notorious for his slovenliness. After the brigadier left my father blew forth a cloud of smoko and said: ‘Sherman, I wonder whom that man gets to wear his shirts tbo first week?’ ” The Shorter Route. Lady Duff-Gordon, at a luncheon at Sherry’s in New York, told an anecdote apropos of the divorce evil. “Two girls,” she said, “were chatting over a cocktail and a cigarette. “ ‘Marriages are made in heaver.,‘ said the first girl, and she blew a cloud of smoke into the air and regarded it with dreamy eyes. “The second girl with a light laugh replied: “‘Yes, that is true; but, thank goodness, to unmake them we havo to go only as far as Reno." Above the Laws. Some men think money can do anything. A certain rich man sent for the doctor, vrho looked him over and then pronounced judgment. “You have been living too high.” “Maybe I have. There are many good things in the markets.” “No levity. You have violated Da ture’s laws.” “And you must pay the penalty.” “‘Pay the penalty? Ofi, come now, Doc. Can’t you get me off on a technicality or something?” Only One Fault to Find. Lambert Kaspers, Chicago attorney, told, the following story at a recent Y. M. C. A. banquet: A Kansas farmer, a Dane, applied for naturalization papers. The judge asked him: “Are you satisfied with ;he general conditions of the county?” “Yas,” drawled the Dane. —“Does the government suit you?” lueried the judge. “Yas, yas, only I would like to se* more rain,” replied the farmer. The First Consioeration. At St. Andrews some years ago atf rid farmer and his plownjan wqhi carting sand from the seashore. They were behind the target on the riflerange, but hidden by a bank of sand Jrom a party of volunteers, who were then on foot, at practice. A stray bullet struck the plowman on the leg, and he immediately dropped, exclaiming: “I’m shot!" Without more ado the-' farmer scrambled up the bank and, waving his hand to the volunteers, shouted: “Hey, lads, stop that, will ve? You’ve shot a man, and it ffiicht hae befen the horse!” —London Tit-Bits.

r" ‘ ' Ever Notice A Field of Indian Corn in the glory of its growing? The best part of selected pearly white Indian Corn is used in making Post Toasties This food is, carefully cooked —in a factory drat is clean and spotless —not a hand touching it at any stage of the making. Post Toasties with' cream and a sprinkle of sugar are an ideal dish. Serve sometimes with fresh strawberries added. “The Memory Lingers ** Sold liy-Grocers • Postum Cereal Company. Ltd. I V Battle Creek. Mich. - I i in ii