The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 12, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 18 July 1912 — Page 6

■ bwwwmmwmmhbmmwmmmi r . Comedy of Love By FRANCES M. ELLIOTT , ■ The Carstons* dingy bungalow elbowed the discreet two-storied brick of the Bassetts’, a wicket gate and a low iron fence separating the Basset rose garden from the scrappy marigolds of their neighbor. A hasy comfort enveloped the Carstons, and their weedy lawn was strewn with bones and battered baseballs; while not a leaf disturbed the velvet of the Bassett lawn, and within doors not a curtain erred from its counterpart. Luncheon was in progress at the Carstons’, although it was an hour past noon. Mrs. Carston brought in the cold meat, Johnny chased in with a plate of bread and tarts, and Philippa brought in the tea. Mrs. Carston sipped her tea hastily and sighed as she glanced over the mussy table. Wrinkles, a red-eyed lap dog, the type most unpopular in dogdom, set up a howl, and Philippa threw him small squares of mest. As soc= as MrS. Carston had swallowed her lunch she returned to her sewing. Johnny seized his cap and disappeared. Philippa stacked the dishes and sauntered into the livingroom, humming a gay little tune.- She was teaching Wrinkles to sit up for sugar, when an ornate red automobile tore up the avenue and stopped at the Carstons’. * “It’s Dicky Lambert* and his new auto. It’s as red as a lobster, and Dicky’s as proud as a turkey cock,” tittered Philippa. She tossed up her curls and changed her flowered kimona, while Dicky turned off his gasoline and patiently rolled a cigarette. “I won’t stand for many more of these waits,” he growled when Philippa appeared at last. “I’m sure the neighbors are delighted with your new machine,” cooed Philippa. ' "I brought it up for you to see, and nobody else,” said Dicky, patting Its red sides. “Come out for a spin. We’ll beat that old car of Bassett’s a mile.” “I’m sorry,” murmured Philippa "What Did You Want to Go Calling on That Old Crank For?" He Asked. wickedly. “I’m going to call on Mrs. Bassett this afternoon.” “The devil you are'.” said Dicky. “I’ll go with you tonight,” giggled Philippa. “To call on the Bassetts,” echoed Dicky. Philippa underwent a -sudden transformation before her call on Mrs. Bassett. She twisted her curls up tightly and put on her plainest linen skirt and stiffest white shoes. “Will I - d<>?” she asked her mother. “Don’t you think it was high time you were deciding between those two young men?” parried her mother. Mrs. Bassett opened the door to Philippa. She was a short-waisted, gray-haired woman, her blue eyes hid-den-behind heavy spectacles, her thinllpped mouth at the corners. She gave Philippa a limp hand and led the way to a sunny side porch. “Miss Pendleton and I are sewing,” she explained. Miss Pendleton, a large-featured, bony young woman, shook Philippa’s hand effusively. “How is your mother?” asked Mrs. Bassett. “She’s well,” answered Philippa. "I’m afraid she’s isewing too hard,” said Mrs. Bassett, drawing heif mouth down. Philippa thought of the pink dress nearing completion, and Employed a discreet silence. “I do all my own sewing,” breathed Miss Pendleton. “Every girl should,” said Mrs. Bassett shortly.

Parliament En AMto. ’ The changing fashion in London locomotion was perhaps never better exemplified than on the occasion of the recent division on the home rale bill. At 11 o’clock , when members were trooping through the lobbies, there were probably not less than 50 or 00 motors —for the most part private carriages—in Palace Yard, and not a single hansom cab or four-wheel-er. The last of the latter were in all probability those patronized by the late Viscount Wolverhampton and Sir Arthur Dignold. Now the horsed vehicle is practically extinct within the parliamentary precincts.—Pall Mall Gazette. Has Nursed for 45 Years. ,in connection with the death of Lord Lister it is interesting to know ftmt the nurse who assisted the famous surgeon with his firsit antiseptic preparations is still in the Glasgow Royal infirmary. Nurse Bell has many Interesting stories of the old days when Professor Lister was In the infirmary, and the crowd of students and dressers, many of 'them now

“Have you seen Dicky Lambert** new auto?" asked Philippa. "Has he an auto T” asked Miss Pen' dleton In deep surprise. “The last { heard of him he couldn’t pay his office rent.” “He is ah extravagant young man," said Mrs. Bassett Philippi arose Impulsively. “Where is Mr. Bassett r* she asked amicably. “Out in the barn," answered his spouse. “Smoking a dirty old pipe, 1 suppose. He can’t come in the house with it” “Does Mr. Raymond smoke?” asked Miss Pendleton archly. “Raymond neither smokes, drinks, nor plays cards, and I think I may add, never swears,” said Mrs. Bassett. II I were a young lady I should hesitate to accept attentions from young men addicted to those vices.” Philippa chuckled. “Too bad Mr. Bassett smokes, isn’t it?" she commeserated. "And chews, too,” she added, reminiscently. “I’ve seen him spitting all over the flower beds. Does em good, he says.” A dull flush stained Mrs. Bassett s cheek. “I didn’t raise Mr. Bassett,” she said tartly. “You married him, though,” murmured Philippa as she skipped through the flower garden and in at the wicket gate. The Bassett cat, a respectable gray tabby, lay sunning herself under the rose bushes. Philippa “sicked” Wrinkles on her venomously. After tea Philippa made a fetching toilet. She took down a pair of French heels and their silk-stocking mates. The bronze curls she flung up in loosened abandon* coaxing out the maddening little ringlets. The new pink frock was vastly becoming. Her dimpled elbows were bare, and her white throat and neck gleamed through filmy lace. The appealing toot of Dicky’s automobile clove the air, and Philippa gathered up Wrinkles and flaunted out triumphantly, her giddy heels clacking over the pavement. The Bassets were on their porch— Pa Bassett, Mrs. Bassett, and Raymond, the good-looking young surgeon, their son. He glowered on Philippa’s escort and l his new automobile with unmitigated hatred. “You’re a peach, Philippa!” said Dicky as they drove off. “Thank you,” answered Philippa demurely. “What did you want to go calling on that old crank for?" he asked. ‘To get pointers on Raymond,” dimpled Philippa. “He neither smokes, chews, gambles nor swears.” “Mutt!” said Dicky. “You do all those things, Dicky,” reproved Philippa. “Two beers is my limit,” said Dicky. “Isn’t he the limit?" whispered Philippa to Wrinkles. “And he swears a little swear.” “You never heard me,” retorted Dicky. “Even this auto isn’t paid for, and he has loads of horrid office debts,’ said Philippa pensively. ‘So that’s it,” said Lambert slowly. “You’re going to turn me down for Bassett, and want to rub it in.” “Raymond’s a model of conscious, virtue,” said Philippa, with a side glance at Dicky. He turned the machine around in silence, and silently they skidded along. The twilight was deepening as Philippa laid a hand on his arm. He turned to her miserably. Her nixie eyes were full of tremulous light. “It’s you, Dicky, it’s you!” she cried softly. “You’re to rescue me from the Bassetts and a halo.” Dicky stopped the car abruptly and took a palpitating pink vision in his arms. Two young lips were crushed on his, and Wrinkles squirmed out from strangulation. As they turned in at the Carston’s, Philippa straightened Dicky’s necktie with an unmistakable air of possession. Young Bassett, straining his eyes through the dusk, saw the little byplay. “Miss Carston called this afternoon,” said Mrs. Bassett acridly. Pa Bassett bit off the end of a plug of tobacco. He had preserved a vigorous individuality through forty years of marital vicissitudes. “She’s a fine piece of goods, and so’s her mother. A little kerless now, but the bit and rein’ll steady her.” “Such allusions, father!” said Mrs. Bassett, drawing the corners of her shawl around her. “Miss Pendleton was here this afternoon,” she said, turning to her son. “Yes?” he said without interest. “There’s a girl after my own heart,” she replied. _ Raymond shrugged his shoulders. He caught the tinkle of Philippa’s mandolin and ground his teeth impotently. He, the hard-working young surgeon with a balance at the bank and a steadily- increasing practice, had lost. And to what? A penniless young lawyer with nothing but the gift of gab and unlimited nerve. “You’d like Miss Pendleton if you knew her better,” his mother was saying. A gay little French song of Philippa’s floated out on the fragrant summer night. “Confound Miss Pendleton!” muttered young Bassett grimly.

chiefs, who attended the classes from 1861 to 1869. Nurse Bell has been In the Royal infirmary for 45 years. She is now six-ty-nine years of age and she enjoys good health, though not able to ao much. When Lord Lister was presented with the freedom of the city of Glasgow four years ago it was his desire that Nurse Bell should he present at the function in St. Andrews’ hall. When the memorial service wag held in the university chapel she had a special invitation to be present.—Nursing News. All in the Name. “How about love in a cottage?” “I could never marry a poor man,” said the girl. “But this cottage is really a bungalow.” • . “I might consider that.” ■■■■'— ■'*> Still on Earth. “Mammy, it sez heah dat George Washington’s- been daid for 112 years.” “Doan’ you beliehe what’s In de paper, chile! 4 Why, I saw dat nigfah only las’ week on de street”

i WIJAT MADE MERRIVALE LATE Mopped by "Donkey” and Couldn’t Got Paat in Tim© to Catch Train * for Home. “How many children have you, Mrs. tterrivale?” “Three—two boys and a girl.” “That’a fine. I congratulate you.” “Thank you. You must come out md see them some time. Everybody (ays they’re the dearest little things that ever were. I must tell you what fciy oldest boy—Harry —said when his father came home late last night” “Was Mr. Merrivale late last night?” "Late to dinner, I mean. Oh, he was all right. Harry met him at the door and said: “ ‘Papa, you ought to be ashamed of /ourself. We’ve been waiting more than half an hour for you.’ ” “That was very clever.” “Oh, no, it wasn’t Harry’s remark ihat was clever, but I thought his father’s reply was rather Interesting. He bent down and kissed the dear little fellow and said: ‘I couldn’t help it; lear. I was stopped in .the street by a donkey and couldn’t get past hini in Ume to catch my train. I’ve been wondering ever sinoe what Jack could have meant." "Very curious, I met him when he *'&B on his way home last night and atopped and talked to hlnf for quite a while, but he didn’t say anything to me about a donkey.” In a Puddle. A New Yorker who . put up at a country hotel in the middle west was much impressed by the deft Bkill of a brisk waitress who attended him. At breakfast she waved a glass pitcher aver some steaming hot buckwheat cakes that she had just placed before him. “Syrup?” J “Please.” / “How will you have It—round an’ round or in a puddle?” ( "Pardon me, but I don’t —” “Round an’ round, or in a pudale?” “In a—in a —puddle, I think.” Whereupon the golden stream began fts sticky descent in the center of the cakes. As she poured, the waitress’ eyeß embraced the New Yorker in a contemplative glance. “Some prefers it round an’ round,” ihe explained, “but I likes it best in i puddle.”—Harper’s Magazine. A Soiled Soli Expert. “I see the department of agriculture wants a soil expert. Say it pays well, too. Johnny, come into the house this minute and wash that dirt off your face.” “Don’t make him wash his. face. If ■oil experts are in demand, I see a future for that kid.” VERY NAUTICAL. Teacher—Remember, your father is the mainstay of your family. Tommy (who has a boat) —Yes’m, and the spanker, too. Trying to Pleabe. Wife (in railway train)—lt’s mortifying to have you act so. Why don’t you get up atfd help that young lady raise that window? Dutiful Hrn&and —She’s so pretty, I eras afraid yon’d be mad. Not Done Yet. Hostess (to one of the small guests) p-Now, dear, will you have some bread and bntter to finish up with? Small Guest—No, thank you, I will have some cake to be going on with.” —Punch. Wearing Mourning. Patron—Waiter, what is the matter with this establishment? This steak Is burnt black.” Waiter —Yes, sir. Mark of respec', fir. Our head cook died yestiddy.— Tit-Bits. Reaching a Conclusion. “Have you made up yo*«r mind what party you will support & the coming election.” “Not yet," replied Grafton Grabb. "The first question is which party, if successful, is moet likely to support myself and family.” Cutting Down. Alice —Does Edith’s husband ever take her out to dinner as he did before they were married? Kate — Oh, yes; but not to the same restaur ants.

COULDN'T QUALIFY IN BOSTON Well Dressed Stranger Compelled t* Walk to City Because Lacked Social Standing. It happened In one of those suburbs of Boston which are affected by the street railway men’s strike. A mail driving a handsome automobile drew up to the curb and stopped. A well-dressed stranger was passing by. “Good morning,” said the autc driver pleasantly. The stranger paused. "Good morning,” he responded. “May I ask if you have an intention of walking all the way downtown?" “Thank you for your interest,” tin pedestrian replied. “I know of no other way of getting there.” “Pardon me,” said the driver, “but may I ask your father’s family, name?” The stranger looked surprised. “My father is a Dabster.” “And your mother?” “My mother was a Dengle.” The driver hesitated. “Possibly you have a Bister who married into one of our old New England families?” “I have no sister.” “Or a brother?" “My brother married a Schmidt.” The driver sighed. "I deeply regret your deficiency in ancestry,” he said. “I meant to offer you a seat in my motor car, but as a member of one of the oldest Boston families I have no right to take any social chances. Good day, sir.”. And the car rolled away. A Fatal Mistake. William Walter Wiggins was his name. By his newly adopted profession he was an office boy, and was getting on nicely. The telephone, however, presented difficulties to W. W. W., and no effort of his oould tame the instrument to his own needs. The other day, when the boss was out at lunch, the telephone bell rang loudly. William rushed to answer lta clanging call. “Hallo!” cried he. “Who goes there?” Willie was also a Boy Scout, you see. “I’m one hundred and five,” came the reply over the line. “Then, old chap,” answered the office boy cheerfully, “it’s about time you were dead!” William’s job is now vacant. —Answers. A NEW ONE. —- j*^ ” ? XWifey—Thiß is a nice hour to come home. . Huby—Well, I’ll tell you, my dear, I lost my glasses and couldn’t see to find my way home. Getting It All. The doctor told him he needed carbohydates, proteids, and above all something nitrogenous. The doctor mentioned a long list of for him to eat. He staggered out and wabbled into a Penn avenue restaurant “How about beefsteak?” he asked the waiter. “Is that nitrogenous?” The waiter didn’t know. “Are fried potatoes rich In carbohydrates or not?” The waiter couldn’t say. “Well, I’ll fix it” declared the poor man in despair. “Bring me a large plate of hash.” —Pittsburg Post The Voice. “Do you believe in the voice of the people?” “Yep,” replied Farmer Comtossel; “when some o’ these candidates, who want to do all the talking themselves will give it a chance to be heard.” Less Formidable. Edith —Pa is immensely pleased to hear you are a poet Ferdie —Is he? Edith —Oh, very. last of my lovers he tried to kick was 7 a football player.” A Question of Scientists. “Women, as a rule, are better managers than men. “Yes. Nearly any woman can manage some man, but where is the man who ever managed a woman?” Admiration. “How long have you been married?” “Nearly seven months.” “And do you admire your husband as much as ever?” “Oh, yes, more. He managed to, get bis sjtiary raised last week.” Back to Earth. Poetic Bridegroom—l could sit here forever gazing into your eyes and listening to the wash of the ocean. Practical Bride —Oh, that reminds me, darling; we have not paid our laundry bill yet!” Got Closer to Prize. Ted —How did Tom manage to win that rich girl away from ihe whole bunch? New —He impersonated a chauffeur and got a job driving her father’s car. He Was In Wrong. Horsy Looking Stranger (in open obby)— Say, friend, put me wise, wfH er? There’s such a mob of swell ames here that I can't find me way to :e show ring. Where the devil are [ >e horses?—Puck. ■

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SMARTEST WHEN PLAIN SIMPLICITY THE KEYNOTE IN CHILDREN’S CLOTHING. fteally Calls for the Exercise of More Ingenuity In Designing Than Would Elaboration—White Crepe Is in Favor. , ( Clothes for small children are smartest when simplest nowadays. That fact speaks volumes for the increasing good taste among American mothers, but it does; not by any means imply that those mothers give less thought and care to the dressing of their Bmall folk than they once did, iccording to the New York Sun. On the contrary, smart simplicity is a matter calling for more ingenuity in tesignlng than any amount of elaboration. One may dress a small girl or boy prettily, modishly and simply by merely buying with taste moderately priced ready-made garments or by choosing attractive materials and making them up on accepted and generally useful lines; hut if a< mother Grants originality with simplicity and |s not content to dress her children prettily as all her neighbors’ children ire dressed, then this problem becomes more difficult. Among the most original of the season’s little dresses are those in which the straight apron tunic, short or long, figures and those made with short kimono sleeves cut practically it right angles from the body of the Iress, which is usually cut merely in two pieces with a seam down each shoulder and outer arm. This latter Idea was exploited last year, but is apparently attaining more popularity this season- and is illustrated in various pretty materials with mere touches of hand embroidery for trimming. The band embroidery frequently is in cross-<titch—-quaint little motifs in washable cotton or linen thread, which for Name reason or other seem more childish than most of the more conventionti or elaborate embroideries. White linens embroidered in the ihinr. blues or perhaps in black blue snd red and black or in red and blue ire ebarming. So are the ecru and aatural toned linens embroidered in umilar colorings. On the soft dull olue linens or cottons cross-stitch in darker blue and white or in gayer colors are effective, and little motifs in brown and white are good, too, upon the natural tones. Pretty frocks of white crepe—a maerial which is finding much favor for Iressy little frocks and does not muss is the other lingerie materials do—are also embroidered lightly in crossstitch and they, too, may be made up with kimono sleeves, which because of >he crepon’s softness do not have at ill the same effect as the blocked out Sleeves of the linen models. * ro KEEP TOOLS AT HAND Useful Case Wherein Articles in Constant Household Use May Be Placed for Convenience. \ There are certain tools —a hammer, & screw-driver, a gimlet, a pair of pincers, and a bradawl, that should find a place In every household and _ 11 Wails it Scre|| fee:, IjM! B *TooL>~aj j jjliulrLir- == ~ - ——- , T —jcv mmsrmh ■. —•TTffrT l - 1 i* even if they should happen to be possessed, it is quite wonderful what a knack of disappearing they have when they are required, unless some special place is assigned to them and they are always kept together. It is, therefore; well worth while making a strong case ’or them into which they may be slipped when for a time they are not in use, and we give a sketch of a useful and practical case of this description which should

MUST MAX.CH THE COSTUMES Point to Be Remembered When a “Sunshade Shower" Is In Contemplation. In order to give a bride-elect the right sort of a sunshade shower, the “ahowerers” should know about what sort of a costumes her trousseau is to include." If she is to have a visiting gown of changeable taffeta, be sure to give her a sunshade that will match the silk, but if unable to procure any of that material, get a parasol of pure white taffeta And trim it with hands of broad black velvet ribbon. Every bride will have use for a sunshade covered with a toile de Jour, printed silk or cotton, as that may be carried above the tailored white or cream linen which is in every trousseau. The same bride will Appreciate a snn*. ■Sfaade in all black silk veiled witfcFtafr feta. To give a sunshade shower is not so expensive to the “showerers” as might be imagined. The plain parasols cost veryj little and their spreads may be trimmed most attractively

be carried out in brown holland and bound at the edges with braid. Acroei the center 's band of broad elastic it sewn down at intervals, forming I series of loops under which the han dies of the tools may be slipped and held In their places in the manner shown in the sketch. A large pocket is arranged on th< lower part of the case for nails, tacks screws, etc., and it is furnished with s fold over flap, fastening with buttoni and buttonholes. This pocket foldt upwards and the upper part of th< case folds downwards and so enclosei the tools. The lower sketch illustrates this, and shows the case folded up and secured with the strings, and the word “tools” should be roughly worked In colored wool where in<|i cated. To determine the size of the case it is a good plan to arrange the tools upon the material prior to cutting U out. BLAZER-SWEATER cco * **o*o*ooo After a game of tennis a blazer is “the thing” to put on to rest in. The newest of these are like a Norfolk jacket in contrasting colors. ADD TO DECORATIVE SCHEME Sterling Silver Frames for Photograph Postal Cards Make for Attractiveness of Room. Now that photograph postal cards have become real works of art and. well worth preserving, they ‘are put into frames of correct size, made ol sterling silver and provided with easel back so that they may be placed about a room as are the- photographs of in timate friends. Another type of the easel-equipped frame photographs is the one made of carved wood it square or oval shape and finished in antique mannner. These are charming for the living-room of a summer home For the bed chambers of such a cottage are frames of white enameled wood sprinkled - with little colored flowers. Also for the toilet table ol the dressing room are the photograph frames of stiff cardboard covered with plain moire of a color to accord with the hangings and the rugs, hut the same idea may be applied when the room is decorated with printed cretonne or toile de Jouy cretonne. Mourning-Costumes. For half-mourning wear fine black serge trimmed with purple satin is re sponsible for some charming schemes. In the case of a pretty walking suit which was evolved recently the highwaisted skirt or fine black Berge was made with two buttoned seams, the one being at the left side of the front and the other at the right side of the back. The bodice of this simple frock was supplemented with a flat pointed hood—or Robespierre collar—of violet satin. This costume was worn with a boat-shaped hat of black straw trimmed with a pair of small violet wings fixed to the crown at the right side. Frocks for Summer. Keeping one’s summer frocks in condition is hard work for the girl ol small income. If laundry must be considered, wear simple gowns that may be tubbed often. To prevent wrinkling, choose soft material rather than linens. A gown can go for weeks without being put in a tub if it is pressed over cold starch water. The girl who perspires freely should not wear coat suits. The one-piece frock is cooler and stylish.

with wide bands of colored or black velvet, with scant frills of fine lace or net (perhaps embroidered with colored silk floss) anS with little quillings of chiffon or silk. Pagoda, dome and bell shapes are new and smart, but the conventional model is still high in favor and the girl who has a frame left over from a past summer can easily cover it prettily and present It to the bride-elect at the sunshade shower. Smart Panama Hats. Hats of real Panama with contrasting underbrims are the most appropriate and delightful for wear with dainty muslin frocks, and they are quite smart enough for most functions. But let us consider the quaint novelty, the hat of the new buttoned species, composed of black straw affixed to a white crepe brim lined with black straw. The buttons are blue crystal and the loops are also blue. The buttonholes are at the lower edge of the crown, the buttons at the lower edge of the little brim, the hit being on familiar jampot lines.

Whenever You Use Your Back "fer? Does e Sharp We iw* Hit You? passages scanty LTHI'P any little kidney SgM troubles run into s tone or Bright’s disease. Use Doan’s Kidney Pills. This good remedy cures bad kidneys. A TYPICAL CASE— W. M. Richardson, Warren, Indiana, says: ‘Tor ten ye an 1 con id n’t -work. My feet swaUed, I had hnabaco and my kidneys failed me. The rheumatio pains were terrible. Doan’s Kidney Pills were a life Barer to me. They cored everyone of my troubles after ether medicine failed. I bare been well since.” Get Doan’s at any Drug Store, 50c. a Box | Doan's "&BT He who hesitates is lost —especially when he is found out Why be constipated when roc can get Garfield Tea at any drug store 1 It will qniekly relieve and Us benefits wUI be realized. The way some women talk is enough to make a bachelor feel bald headed. Red Cross Ball Bine will wash doable as many clothes as any other blue. Don’t pat yoar money into any other. And Prized Above All. Other things may be seized by might or purchased with money, but knowledge is to be gained only by effort. —Landor. Important to Mothefs Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORLA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it In Use For Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria Her Special Advantages. James Fullerton Muirhead In his book, “The Land of Contrasts,” tells of an American girl who was patronizngly praised by an Englishman for the purity of her English and who replied: “Well, I had tpecial advantages, inasmuch as an English missionary was stationed near our tribe.” Noted Author. “See that man over there with the black mustache?” said Tompy. “Yes,” said the visitor. "Well,” said Tompy, “he is the author of one of the most popular serials in a hundred years.” “Really?” said the visitor. "Why, he doesn’t look Hke a literary man.” “No,” said Tompy. “He isn’t—he’s the inventor of popped grits, the best selling cereal on the market’’—Harper’s Weekly. Ruling Spirit Still Strong. Mrs. J. L. Story, who has Just published a volume of reminiscences, tells of a lady relative who had all her life been afraid of damp sheets. When she was dying Mrs. Story entered the rooffi, to find the fireplace barricaded with a large assortment of bed linen. She was having her winding sheet warmed. “I never have lain in damp bedclothes while I was alive,” said the old lady in a feeble whisper, “and I’m not going to do it when I’m dead.”* Hardly the Sunday School Brand. The young hopeful had secreted some bright buttons in his pocket, which came from the motor car show. When Sunday school was well under way, he took one out and pinned it on his coat, feeling it an ornament. Unfortunately, when the minister came round to speak to the dear children, his near sighted eyes were caught by the color. ‘Well, Richard, I see you are wearing some motto, my lad. What does it say?” “You read it, sir,” replied Richard, hanging his head. “But I cannot see. I haven’t my glasses, son. Read it so we can all hear you.” Richard blushed. “It says, sir, ’Ain’t it to be poor?’ ” —Metropolitan Magazine. GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP No Medicine So Beneficial to Brain, and Nerves. Lying awake nights makes, it hard to keep awake and do things- in day time. To take “tonics and stimulants” under such circumstances is like setting the house on fire to see if you can put it out The right kind of food promotes refreshing sleep at night and a wide awake individual during the day. A lady changed from her old way of eating Grape-Nuts, and says: “For about three years I had been a great sufferer from indigestion. After trying several kinds of medicine, the doctor would ask me to drop off potatoes, then meat, and so on, but hi a few days that craving, gnawing feeling would start up, and I would vomit everything I ate and drank. “When I started on Grape-Nuts, vomiting stopped, and the bloated feeling •which was so distressing disappeared entirely. “My mother was very much bothered with diarrhoea before commencing the Grape-Nuts, because her stomach was so weak she could not digest her food. Since using Grape-Nuts food she is well, and says she don’t think she cduld do without it. “It Is a great brain restorer and nerve builder, for I can sleep as sound and undisturbed after a supper of Grape-Nuts as in the old days when I could not realize what they meant by a ‘bad stomach.’ There is no medicine so beneficial to nerves and brain as a good night’s sleep, such as you can enjoy after eating Grape-Nuts.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich, Look in pkgs. for the famous little book, “The Road to Wellville.” Ever read the above letter? A new one appear* from time to time. They are veaulne, true, and full of ha man Interest.