The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 10, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 4 July 1912 — Page 7

Serrano 9 s Senorita By LOUISE MERRIFIELD (Copyright, imz. by Associated Literary Press) She was at it again. Serrano stood back in the center of his own room, out of sight and watched her. ■ Between them lay two yards, highfenoed, uninhabited by humans. Never ■during his two weeks* residence at 306 had he seen any down in those harden little oblongs of earth. But in th# house opposite she lived in a room on ~the same floor as his own. "I have been in New York one month,” Serrano had written back home to Panama. “It is most entertaining, but very, very lonely. I make no friends. It is wise, yes. lam but a poor Spanish student, madre mio, not that which is called here a ‘spender.’ One may not be a spender on dreams, yes?( A mere student, I, a translator day times in a coffee establishment. By night a student in these most excellent United States colleges. So does one become proficient ip the ambition, the hope, the heart dream of success. In tw'o years I shall be at home once again. Fear not for me. I forget never that I have the honor to be your most affectionate and faithful son, JOSE” Every day a similar letter went south to Senora Serrano, widow of the great civil engineer who had been killed by a fall in the canal works, one fatal backward step, and a plunge to death over the towering lock. Money was left, certainly, but Jose had sworn he would touch only what was necessary for his education in these student days. He would be like his father, a civil engineer. He would sail to-New York, the city of gold, and study there, -work, fight his ow 4 n way. There would be then plenty for his mother to maintain the twp great es : tates where so many American officials had known Serrano, hospitality. Yet, after two weeks, even with the highest ideals, and fortified by prejudices and resolutions both, Jose C /lit) 1 “Senorita, Pardon.” watched every day, once, twice, morning and evening, for the figure in pink negligee in the house opposite. She was tall and slender, and divinely young.’ Also she had a splendor of dark hair. He had watched it fall in rippling beauty ovefi her shoulders several times. Also she believed in much fresh air. Her windows were wide open to the Manhattan ozone from morning till night. Never did Bhe appear even to glance at those opposite. Jose knew why. She was in some great, mysterious trouble. She brooded. She w r as miserable. But today she was suffering more than usual. He stared, fascinated by her actions. She paced the floor, not Bwiftly, but with steady, slow, rhythmic step like some caged leopardess. Sometimes she would pause before the mirror, stare at the sad, strained face, reflected there, raise her hands above her as if in supplication, sink on her knees and sob, then presently back to the steady pacing. Her lips moved constantly as if in prayer. Jose felt he- should go mad if it continued. Every nerve in his body was tense with the desire to save her from whatever it was she feared. His Imagination pictured ten thousand persecutions. Finally, as she dropped again to her knees, her shoulders shaking in a perfect agony of emotion, he seized his hat and rushed from his room. The door slammed behind him. Down the steps, two, three at a jump, he sped down the street, around the corner, and up the next street. Her number would be 310, he judged. There was ivy clinging to it.

SHEDDING LIGHT ON THE HEN Science Is Gradually Learning About Egg Producers, According to a Writer in Life. The truth about hens —why some are helpful, others hopeless—perhaps will be the next notable achievement of science. How any fact can escape this time is hard to imagine. Kansas, from the one side, has surrounded Hen Truth to make it surrender important psychological information; Missouri, from the other, has begun to study the subject physiologically and has arranged an egglaying contest at the Mountain Grove poultry experiment station, which began on the first -of last September and which is to run a year. The investigator in Kansas is a Junior in the state university, taking work in the psychological laboratory. He reports these interesting discoveries: 1. Chickens do not care for a crowd, yet abhor being alone. 2. Intelligent chickens have both mind and memory. ■

He traced it easily, and ran up the steps in a fever of impatience. Come what may, he''would assist her, save her. He could at least Offer his aid, let her know that in all that vast city there was one who would esteem if a blessed privilege to be allowed to help her. The door opened. Chilled water seemed to course down his spine as he sought to explain his madness to placid old Mrs. Gilligan, the landlady. “I greatly wish to speak with the young lady on the third floor, in the back of the residence,” he stammered. “Mean Miss Leonard?” She turned her head, and called up the stairs, pleasantly, “Oh, Miss Leonard, gentleman calling.” And he was left there in the narrow hall, alone, waiting. Down the two flights he heard her tripping toward him. “Oh, dear, I was sure it was a messenger,” she apologized. “Did you wish to see me?” Jose’s eyes never left her lovely face. Her eyes were blue, blue as forget-me-nots, no, he told himself, a deeper, rarer blue, the blue of his own southern skies when twilight fell. And her face, tender yet proud, like his mother’s. He threw himself on her mercy, and told w r hy he had come. They had stepped into the long drawing room of the old-fashioned boarding house, and she listened in silence. “It is very, very wrong of me to intrude,” Jose pleaded, desperately, “but senorita, forgive. My heart bleeds for you. If I may but help you in your terrible trouble —” Then she leaned back her head and laughed. “It is so good of you to come, but listen. There is no trouble —nothing at all lam an actress, Mr. Serrano—that is your name, is it not? We are very busy rehearsing a new play, and I have the emotional part. I always study that way in my own room, and perhaps I have been too oblivious of the outside world. Can you ever forgive me for disturbing you so?” Jose’s dark eyes glowed as he watched her. “I shall thank the good God for it,” he told her gravely. “If I could but know you, but meet you conventionally.” She mused, smiling at the naive remark. “Isn’t it strange, this great, lonely city where we all starve on desert islands of individuality, and still w r e cling to the old-time shreds of etiquette. Here we have met by chance.” “Fate, senorita,” protested Jose. “Perhaps. You are interested —ah. your eyes say so, and you are just a boy?” “Twenty-four.” “So old? I am twenty-two. And I like you also. I should not tell you that, but why not?- It is so good to meet some one in these prosaic, selfish days who would go to the rescue of a woman in trouble.” Jose forgot the old house in the harbor town in Panama, forgot his career, everything. “Ah, you w-ould have been more kind if it had been true. I am sorry—” “For what?” Natalie Leonard smiled at his eager, handsome face. “That you are not in trouble.' I have watched you every day, and longed to help you. You were so helpless, so lovely. I—l grew to adore you, senorita.” With unconscious dignity of race the boy made his confession. Natalie’s eyes filled with quick tears. She put out her hands to him impulsively. “It is wrong, I know, but I cannot help it. It was dear of you to even feel so toward me—a stranger, and—and if you like, you may see me some time again.” “I shall see yoij every day at your window,” he told her, seriously. “I shall smile over to you, and sometimes throw you roses—” “Oh, no, you mustn’t,” laughed the girl. “That is too public in our land.” “So? But I should love to. Still, you will call good morning to me, now that we are so well acquainted?” “I had far better leave entirely, before it is too late.” Serrano bent and kissed her slim white hands. “Senorita, pardon, but life is as the good God wills, my mother tells me And I say to you—” he raised his glande to meet her own, “it is too ( lat/i ” A Fearful Revenge. / “Don’t you think it is dastardly to *seiid a man an infernal machine?” -asked Joi\ps, while motoring with Brown. “Oh, I don’t know,” replied Brown, as the car gave a dying groan, halfway up the hill. “If I had sm enemy, I’d send him this one.”—Judge. The Diagnosis. “Beulah says she has such a lot of callers, they make her tired.” “I wouldn’t wonder. You may not know that she is a telephone operator." Sure Enough. Mrs. Chinn —You know my husband just won’t listen to good common sense talk? Mrs. Frank—How do you know?

3. They also have an ability to distinguish color grades. That’s the way with these collegiate scientists! They leave us with principles barren of practical value. What we most long to know is what color to paint the border of the flower beds to cause the aesthetic eye of intelligent hens to turn to other fields and remember ours with aversion.—Life. Supported Two. The drummer was dissatisfied with accommodations in Plunkvijle and said so plainly. ‘‘That town ain’t beg enough for two hotels,” he asserted to the waiter. “They’re botjh bum.” “That’s juSt it,” explained that functionary. “People are forever leavin' one or the other, an they’ve got to have some place to go.” Specialized There. Miss Ada Racket (Just from Italy) —Oh, Mr. Newton, are you a judge of Roman coins? Mr. Windsor - Newton (just from Paris)—Well, 1 know all about the Latin quarter.

€m BOTHERED BY HER PLURALS Norwegian Waitress Unable to Acquire Habit; of Putting Letter “S” ■} Where It Belonged. The Norwegian waitress who was learning English had more trouble with her plurals than with any other difficulty. It seemed impossible for her to acquire the trick of putting on the letter “s” at the right time and leaving it off at others. She would invariably inquire on seeing a first helping disposed of :“Will you have more lams?” or “Will you eat more chickens?” When corrected for this she would take pains to ask: “Will you have one bean?” and “Will you eat one huckleberry?” Finally the constant explanations of an overzealous mis-* tress confused her past straightening out. There were guests staying over the week-end, and Inga took the lady’s order for a soft boiled egg, then the husband’s for another. The girl, after a moment’s hesitation, w r alked to the dumbwaiter and said to the Jrttchen beloAv: “One soft boiled egg for two!” For Instance. “The sphere,” said the philosopher, “Is the first principle of nature. The earth is a sphere, the sun, the moon and the stars are spheres. The raindrop is a sphere; nearly all fruits and seeds are spherical, and what is it that a child learns to play with first? A ball. Our eyes are spheres, and our heads, by far the most important parts of us, are round. In fact, there’s hardly anything of any importance that isn’t round.” “Oh, yes there is,” replied the iconoclast. “What, for instance?” “A sirloin steak.” In His Happiest Mood. “I think,” said the young man with the long hair and the unwilling whiskers, “that picture represents me in my happiest mood.” “Do you,” replied the la*jly w ho had been thinking of offering him $7.50 for.it. “Why, I supposed all the time that it'was a calf.” Hard on the Clothes. “I’m glad you’re not a baseball player!” “Why not, my dear?” “From the way they slide and throw themselves about, it seems to me that their poor wives must be forever sewing buttons on their trousers.” — Judge’s Library. j IN GREENLAND. “How often must I take this medicine, doctor?” “Every six weeks during the night.” An Ultimatum. “I will not allow any young man to call on me who uses tobacco in any form.” ' “Then I suppose I will have to p«t that in my pipe and smoke it.” Wasteful Ignorance. “Aren’t you going to make a garden this year?” “No,” replied Mr. Crosslots. “I don’t know enough about Latin to take a chance. Last year I got mixed up on the labels, with the result that I planted some headache cure and swallowed a fancy variety of lettuce seed.” Real Philanthropy. “Why doesn’t Billyuns be more liberal with his money?” “Well, he holds that wealth is a burden and that it is not fair to put your burdens on other people’s shoulders." His Method. “Henry VIII. had the better of most husbands in his matrominial disputes.” “How so?” “When his wives got troublesome he cut ’em short with an ax.” A Difference of Opinion. Smart Student—Mother, there Is a great deal of caloric in this soup. Unlearned Mother—Ain’t nothing of the kind. Only thing about the soup is it’s too hot. Bympathy. Hicks—l hate a man of one idea. Wicks—Naturally! No one likes to be excelled. Experience. “Have you ever had typhoid fever?” “No, but I worked all summer on a farm once.” t

HANDING ONE TO ENGINEER Section Foreman Had 19-Year-Old Boy He Wanted to Place in Roundhouse to Work Up. Bill Rain, the veteran engineer of the Santa Fe, tells the following: “One day when I was in freight service I caught a work train out to a point near Topeka. We had orders to work for a foreman named Smith. Smith had the honor of being the father of a boy about 19 years old, who, if he had had a little more sense, would have been half-witted. While riding on the engine Smith said to me: “ ‘Bill, I wish you would take that boy of mine to Topeka with you and get him a Job in the roundhouse.’ “ ‘What do you want to get him a job in the roundhouse for?” I asked him. “ ‘Well, I w r ant him to work to be en engineer,’ he said. “I asked him, ‘why don’t you give him a job on the section and let him work up to be a foreman?’ “ ‘Well,’ he said, ‘you know, Bill, the boy ain’t quite bright.’” A Paradoxical Proof. “The engine which has replaced the old oaken bucket,” remarked the domestic philosopher, “is what might be called a remarkable practical paradox.” “Why so?” inquired a bystander. “Because,” answered the philosopher, “it is the only thing I know of whereby truth can be raised from the bottom of its well by hot air.” Stillness Almost Oppressive. “Mrs. Tomwit is living very quietly since her husband died.” “Well, most women live quietly after their husbands die. They do for a while, at any rate.” “But Mrs. Tomwit’s case is exceptional. When the late Mr. Tomwit blew his nose he could be heard a block away.” EASY TO PLEASE. Mamma—Say, Willie, haven’t yOu some, broken toys that I can send to the heathen? • ( Willie—No, but I guess I can break up a few. Up to Date. Customer —What? Butter up to $1.75 a pound? I can’t pay that price. Grocer —That’s all right. We can sell you butterine, a substitute for butter, at $1.70; oleomargarine, substitute for butterine, at $1.65; cheeserine, a substitute for oleomargarine, at $1.50; churnine, a substitute for cheeserine, at $.155; or dairyine, a substitute for churnine, at $1.50.” —Puck. • A Warm Surprise. The poor old woman who scalded herself by falling into a tub when she heard the guns go off for the late king of*Denmark wasn’t in any way to blame for that sad event, was she?” “Os course not.” “Yet she got herself into hot water about it.” Much Observed. ,“You never see a lot of women staring at a man,” said the striking blonde lady. « “You don’t, eh!” replied Mr. Growcher. “You ought to notice what happens to a man who keeps his seat.in a crowded street car.” Cause and Effect. “Dibbs was yelling like a Comanche Indian on the street last night.” “What got into him?” “I don’t know what he’d had to drink, but what got into him is what made him yell.” Circular Trips. “Our little boy travels a great deal and yet he never gets anywhere.” “How does that happen?” “He has a fondness for the merry-go-round.” Cruelty to a Poet. Poet —I called to see If you had an opening for me. 1 Editor—Yes, there one right behind you, shut it as you go out, please.— Satire. Obvious. Bessie —Wonder if Maude know* that we are looking at her new gown? Jessie —Certainly; what do you suppose she is walking down this street for? Those Foolish Questions. Bates (at phone)—Hello! Is this Main 2077? Voice at the other end—lt is. Bates—ls Mr. Jones there? Voice —Yes; do you want to talk with him? Bates—No, you idiot! I want to hand him a cigar. Its Place. "Living in such a gloomy place, where does that pretty girl get her bloom and freshness?*’ “That’s easy. Out of her vanity bag.” f Comparisons. “We have a spanking team at our place. It’s my uncle’s horses, Dash and Flash.” “We’ve got a spanking team at our place, too. It’s pa and ma." Only a Suggestion. “Do you love me very much, mamma?” Mamma (a widow)—Yes, of course, my dear. f “Then, why don’t you marry the man at the candy store?"— Use

WENT BACK ON THE SHELVES: Crowning Insult to His Beloved Books Was More Than the Professor Could Stand. Perhaps the bitterest moment in the life of a lover of books is when he finds that his treasures are valued by Churton Collins once tried to weed no one but himself. The late Prof, out his books, after he had become convinced that either the surplus or their owner woulf* have to move out of the library. The weeding was a painful process, but at last the second-hand book-deal-er was invited to name his price for the uprooted “weeds.” “They’re no good |o me,” was the disconcerting reply. “What, none of them?” “No, not one.” Some one»suggested that as the books had to go, the dealer had better have them for nothing. It was a bitter moment for Mr. Collins, but finally he qssented. The man then remarked: ‘That’ll be half a dollar.” “What do you mean? What for?” exclaimed the victim in a restrained tone of voice, “To take them away,” said the man That was too much for Mr. Collins. The dealer was driven forth with objurgations, after which, with a sigh of relief, the owner replaced the books upon his shelves. —Youth’s Companion. BURNING ITCH WAS CURED “I deem it my duty to tell about a cure that the Cuticura Soap and Ointment have made on myself. My trouble began in splotches breaking out right in the edge of my hair on the forehead, and spread over the front part of the top of my head from ear to ear, and over my ears which caused a most fearful burning itch, or eczema. “For three years MS ad this terrible breaking out on my forehead and scalp. I tried our family doctor and he failed to cure it. Then I tried the Cuticura Soap and Ointment and used them for months with the result of a complete cure. Cuticura Soap and Ointment should have the credit due, and I have advised a lot of people to use them.” (Signed) C. D. Tharrington, Creek, N. C., Jan. 26,1911. Itching Scalp—Hair Fell Out. “I will say that I have been suffering with an itching on my scalp for the past few years. My hair fell out in spots all over my head. My scalp started to trouble me with sores, then the sores healed up, and crusts formed on the top. Then the hair fell out and left me three bald spots the shape of a half dollar. I went to more than one doctor, but could not get any relief, so I started to use the Cuticura Remedies. I tried one bar of Cuticura Soap and some Cuticura Ointment, and felt relieved right away. Now the bald spots have disappeared, and my hair has grown, thanks to the Cuticura Soap and Ointment. I highly recommend the Cuticura Remedies to all that are suffering with scalp trouble.” (Signed) Samuel Stern, 236 Floyd St., Brooklyn, N. Y., Feb. 7, 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 to “Cuticura,” Dept. L, Boston. Uneasy. “Why do you avoid Mrs. Wombat?” “I think she’s heen talking about me.” “Nonsense. I’m with her constantly, and I’ve never heard her say a word.” “Well, there’s no telling when she’ll begin. She moveeb into the house we moved out of.” Society forgives a man if he breaks the Ten Commandments, hut never if he goes broke himself. Cole’s Carbolisalve Believes and cures Itching, torturing diseases of the skin and mucous, membrane, a superior Pile Cure. 25 and 50 cents, by druggists. For free sample write to J W. Cole & Co., Black River Falls, Wls. Some philanthropist should offer a reward for a college that doesn’t need money. Liquid blue is a weak solution. Avoid it. Buy Red Cross Bali Blue, the blue that’s all blue. Ask your grocer. The finger of destiny is undoubtedly on the hand of fate.

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HE DIDN'T STAY TO LAUGH. Chinner—l had to laugh at the ball game today. It always makes me laugh when anybody’s caught napping. Miss Wearyone—Really? Then I’m afraid you’ll be laughing at me in a few minutes. Clothes and the Man. A colporteur in South Carolina, walking many miles through mud, accosted a passerby and suggested the purchase of the Bible. He was refused. The next day, says the Record of Christian Work, after a night’s rest and cleanup, he set up his stand in town and had the pleasure of selling a Bible to the very man who had refused to purchase the day before. “I met a muddy man yesterday with Bibles,” said he, “who looked Methodist tramp. When I buys a Bible I buys it from a Baptist gentleman.” Didn’t Know What It Was. Senator Duncan U. Fletcher was condemning" at a dinner in Jacksonville an orange grower who had failed. -“The man failed,” he said, “through ignorance. He lays the blame on other things, but his ignorance alone is at fault., He (s as Ignorant of orange farming as the tramp wasyOf industry. “You've heard of that tramp, perhaps? He wore on his fade a sneer of derision and scorn. “‘Work?’ he said. ‘Work? What is it—an herb?’ ” Four Dollars for a Cake of Soap. Soap has never been considered an extravagance, but now that notion may change, since the new French imported soaps are costing from two to three and four dollars a cake. They are, however, deliciously scented, and one may take pardonable pleasure in using such toilet article. Each cake comes in a little box, and is satin covered; they are quite' a suitable item for the traveling bag of the bride, for which the most exquisite trifles are always sought out. Quitters. Citiman —Aren’t any of you suburbanites preparing to grow anything in your gardens this year? Subbubs—-Well, there’s one thing most of us have grown already. Citiman —Indeed? What’s that? Subbubs—Tired —Catholic Standard and Times. Relieves and Rests Teething Babies. Mrs. Burton Gary, Toledo, Ohio, writes that she has given Kopp’s Baby’s Friend to her babies when teething; finds it gives them rest without making them sleep. Invaluable to mothers. Three sizes, 10c., 25c and 50c., at druggists or sent direct by Kopp’s Baby’s Friend Co., York, Pa. Sample by mail on request. Willing to Dye. Ella —Are you afraid to die? Stella—Not if I feel that the color is becoming to me. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children teething, softens the gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25p a bottle. There are times when Cupid is so busy that he has to palm off some cold storage love on his customers. Just one cup of Garfield Tea taken before retiring will next day relieve your system gently and thoroughly of all impurities. If there was a tax on stupidity the wise guys would all be tax dodgers. Garfield Tea, the Natural Laxative is made entirely of oarefully selected pure herbs. If you would discover a woman’s weakness, keep quiet and listen.

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