The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 13, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 25 July 1912 — Page 7

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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 falls to convince her that Blackstock Is unworthy of her friendship At the party Coast meets two named Dundas and Van Tuyl. there 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 murder. 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 artd 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 believed 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. Coast feels that Blackstock suspects him. Appleyard and the Echo disappear. Coast assures Katherine of his protection, and she informs him that they are to abandon the island immediately. The blind man and his I coolie servant overpower Coast, who afterward escapes and Is met by Katharine, wishing to flee. They discover a yawl but before they can reach it the coolie disables the craft. CHAPTER XVlll.—(Continued.) “Not entirely/’ be was saying, still with his evil secret smile. “I don’t mind telling you, since you’re curious, Mr. Coast. I did have the devil’s own time with my eyes for a while, and believed I’d lose my sight entirely; I honestly went abroad on their account alone. One of the few honest actions I boast, by the bye—if you don’t find the interpolation obnoxious. ... His laugh rang bitterly in Coast’s hearing. “My friends the German specialists, however,” he resumed, “worked wonders; I found my strength of vision returning, but was temporarily amused to continue the make-believe; it was immensely diverting for a time. 1 received consideration that I wouldn’t have, otherwise, and I saw a lot 1 wasn’t expected to see. And then, slowly, as I began to see more and more clearly, 1 realized the immense advantage it would give me to keep on pretending. . . . You can figure it out yourself, from your own ridiculous experience." A slow, dark flush colored Coast’s face. “Then,” he asked a trace thickly, “why are you giving yourgelf away now?’ “Because it diverts me extraordinarily, by your leave,” Blackstone Nold him with unconcealed amusement. ‘Wour mortified look, your annoyance —lt’s rich, my word it is! Besides, the necessity of keeping you in the dark’s eliminated, gjn an hour, my giddy squire of dames. I’ll be bidding you a fond farewell. It’s been a very pretty farce, while it lasted, and I’m immensely obligated to you for making such an uncommon ass of yourself for my benefit, but the curtain’s about to ring down. Hence these epilogue.” “What,” said Coast slowly, “do you think you mean?" “Literally what I’m announcing to you.” Blackstock yawned affectedly. “The plain truth is,” he continued with a mocking pretence of candor, “I'm a bit bored by this place. It’s served its purpose well enough—l owe it no particular ill-will; and I’ve had my fling down here and made my bit of ready money; but naw—no thanks to you, by the bye—tffls neck of the woods is growing a trace too hot for me. So I’m going to beat it and leave you cock of the roost” , “You mean you’re going to try to escape in that catboat?” Coast nodded toward the craft in question without removing his regard from Blackstock. “That tub? Never-r-r! No —inquisitive! but I don’t mind —I’m going to go away from here in a nice little, tight little motor-boat that’s now on the way down from New Bedford, kindness of the same friends who sent me the Corsair —which you Interfered with. As for that shell out there, I guess not! ” “Then why . . .” “See for yourself," f Blackstock nodded. Coast turned to look—retaining with some difficulty his grasp upon the dogcollar. Intermittently while Blackstock talked the blind collie had been making vicious attempts to break away, apparently infuriated by the man’s harsh and sardonic accents. And mechanically Coast had been restraining him. Indistinctly in the falling light he made out the tall, gaunt figure of the Chinaman poised with lifted arms on the gunwale of the boat, preparing to dive, and he received a vague impression that the boat Itself was riding lower In the water. At first he failed to make the connection between the two. Then, as- he watched, Chang leapt lightly up and out, turned In midair and entered the water as neatly as an arrow, with barely a perceptible splash. “You see," commented Blackstock with a note o" impatience, “I though I’d remove at least one burden from your already overstrained intelligence." His Insolence fanned to a flame ibe smoldering resentment in Coast’s besom. “What the devil are you getting at?” he demanded hotly. "You,” returned Blackstock, unmoved. “I had an idea you were mnk•ng sheeps’ eyes at my little boat, so \ decided to deliver you from temptation. and sent Chang out to scuttle A slDtule matter —watch her set-

tling now!—just a strong twist of the wrist and out comes our bilge plug and In comes the water and —down she goes!” Coast/ choking with despair and rage, in silence saw the prediction verified to its bitterest letter. Then he swung back to his tormentor, quivering with indignation even as the dog he held quivered and strained against restraint. “Damn you!” he cried despite himself. Blackstock laughed again, by all tokens enjoying himself immensely. “But why?” he asked lightly. “Why damn me for taking a simple measure toward self-preservation—obeying Nature’s first law, and all that sort of thing? I want you to stick here until tomorrow morning, at the earliest; that gives me a chance to make a clean get-away. Why should I leave you the means to gum up my plans? Thanks, I’m many kinds of a fool. 1 know, but not that bad!” “You’ll never leave this island free,” Coast muttered. "Eh, what’s that? Oh, you think not—so? Believe me, my gay gallant, I’m wise to all you’re banking on. It’s true you had me guessing for a time —I wasn’t sure about you at first; that immature beard you’ve been growing recently is quite some disguise.

“You Can Figure It Out Yourself.”

and besides you’d changed your way of talking; his lordship’s languid drawl was missing; and you look like any other ordinary mutt, out of your pretty clothes—but I got your number in due course of time. That break you made about the gun when I was pulling my bluff about knowing people by the feel of their faces — you forgot yourself then, and I hadn’t any more doubts. 1 did some tall figuring before I got completely hep, but a. little work with wireless rounded the story oup-r¥ou see, you had the yarn of the'Corsair’s trouble down too pat and glib for It to be without a grain of truth; you gave me that much to go on. . . , And then — well, we knew one man certainly, and probably two. had been on the Island In the fog yesterday morning and butted in on the funeral obsequies of my ill-advised young assistant. Power, and it didn’t seem in reason they’d be content to let the matter rest at after going to the trouble of breaking Chang’s head in return for being shot at. ... So I got busy, as I say, and the fog helping I fixed things up very prettily. “I warned Voorhis —he’s sloping for safety now; sent the tug after the Corsair, unhappily too late—it’s evident your friend, the Secret Service sleuth ” “How did you guess that?” Coast demanded huskily. "Considering what I’ve been up to, what was the likeliest guess? I wasn’t sure until you gave it away

Marble Quarries in Italy

Though Wastefully Operated for 2.000 Years, the Supply Is Still I Inexhaustible. Twenty centuries ago men were digging out the side of the Apuan mountains, in Italy, for as far back as that time theysrealized what could be’ done 'with the marble which composes so much of this mountain range The mines or quarries are only within a few square miles of territory, but an army of 6,000 men and boys are continually employed, their earnings supporting 100,000 of the people of northwestern~italy. No one knows how much marble is contained in this range of Italian mountains. Though they have tsen opened for 2,000 years and, as stated, the mining methods are attended with enormous waste, it is known that vast beds of the marble still exist. By. digging longer and longer tunnels and shafts an ibex haustible supply can be obtained, for the be/s are so extensive that som«

just now—merely satisfied such was the case. . . . Well, as 1 was saying, I worked the wireless pretty steadily—was happy enough to pick up a message to the Scylla—a revenue cutter, I take it—ordering her here to bust up a nest of smugglers; and spiked that gun with another message, a couple of hours later, revoking the order as being based on false information. And, finally, I got my friends on the mainland to make up a little party to fetch me off. So, all things being pleasant as afternoon tea, I came down to gloat over you a little. Hope you don’t mind.” “Why,” said Coast—“since you’d made up your mind about me—why did you hold off this long? To laugh at me?” “Partly, Mr. Coast, partly. There were other reasons. One was I don’t bear you any ill-will; which you’ll allow is pretty decent of me, considering the rotten way I’ve treated you. I don’t kill in cold blood without a pretty good reason. Van Tuyl’s mouth had to be shut, you know—or rather, you don’t know why, and likely never will; and Power was threatening to split on the game here, so he had to be taken care of. But you . . . I’ll be candid: to begin with your life wasn’t worth a tallowdip; I made up my mind to eliminate you with neatness and dispatch—when your back was turned, for choice. But then I began to think the game was about up. so far as No Man’s Land was concerned. So, what was the use of making a bad matter messy? You were harmless, and I didn’t hate you hard enough to want you murdered —unless you made it necessary. So I voted for the laugh instead of the funeral." “Do you think for an instant I intend to let you go?” “You? What’ve you got to say about it? Don’t be silly; I’m going—

and not to the electric chair, either. I shall just quietly drop out of your ken for good and all—and some day you’ll be grateful. Look what a cute little island I’m making you a present of —God knows I’ve no further use for it; you’re welcome. Same way with my wife: I was rather fond of her, once, but now you can have her. Os course there’ll be some delay about the blessed respectability end of it —the divorce—grounds—deser tion—and all that—but, still, if you’re half as keen a lover as you are ■ fool " “You contemptible hound!” SSteady, there!” Blackstock’s voice dropped to a dangerous key. “Remember- —’’ He found no time to finish. As he spoke Coast, beside himself, released the dog and whirled the tiller above his head. With a grunt Blackstock stepped back, tugging at the weapon in his pocket; but before he could drop it the dog. free and frantic with hatred, launched itself like a bolt for his throat and, blind though it was, springing by instinct toward the sound of his voice, found its mark. Coast’s bludgeon, sweeping for hie head with deadly accuracy, none the less missed its mark, so quickly the dog staggered and carried Blackstock off his feet. In-a twinkling they were down, Blackstock underneath, grappling madly with the frenzied collie whose jaws were snapping wickedly at hie throat (TO BE CONTINUED.)

of the mines are worked at a height of over a mile above the sea, while many of the workings are over 2,000 | feet above the sea. This is a great i advantage to the Italians, however, j because methods are still in use in ; quarrying and getting out the marble i which are hundreds of years old. But little advantage has been taken of the modern labor-saving machinery, such as electric and compressed air drills and saws, the principal tools being steel bars and chisels, mallets, while not only dynamite but gun- i powder is placed in big holes, exploded, and frequently the side of the mountain will be so shattered by the explosion that the waste marble is much more than the block which is ■loosened.—Albert 'Wilhelm in'Cassier’s Magazine. The Other Extreme. “I haven't enough money to startle society with my gowns.” “In that case, why not go in for barefoot dancing?’*

SO MR. HASKINS ATE NO EGGS Author, Globe Trotter and President of National Press Club, Compromises on Shortcakes. Frederick Haskins, author, globe trotter and president of the National Press club, often regales his friends with incidents occurring on his trips through the country in search of “copy,,” Lippincott’s magazine says. On one occasion, according to “Freddie,” he arrived at a tumble down southern tavern, where he was forced to spend the night. Upon arriving at the breakfast table the following morning, he scanned the menu and decided that eggs were the least suspicious article of diet thereon. Accordingly he ordered some. “Ah wouldn’t jes’ recommend de aigs’ s mornlfi’, boss,” said the negro servitor. , “What’s the matter? Are they spoiled?” “No, sah; dey ain’t spoiled.” “Well, are they cold storage eggs’” “No, sah; dey ain’t col’ storage aigs, neither.” “Then, what’s the matter with them?” queried the hungry Haskins. “Well, es yo’ mus know —we ain’t got no aigs ’s mornin’,” came the unwilling reply. * Haskins ate corncakes. An Idle Threat. “Then,” he cried tragically, “then you reject me? And for my hated rival?” “Yep,” she answered coldly, but colloquially. “Yep to both questions.” “Ha! Then I owe the fellow a grudge. I have long owed him $lO. And now I will pay both debts at once and he will fall dead! ” Lighting his cigaret at the hall gas jet, he departed with a mocking laugh. But the beautiful girl was not alarmed. She knew he could never carry out his devilish scheme. For she knew that he never had $lO in his whole life. An Illustration. “What do you think of the ‘uplift,’ Mr. Dibbs?” “Oh, the ‘uplift’ is all right in its way, but some of these modern ‘uplift’ movements remind me of the ‘strong men’ we sometimes see in vaudeville.” "In what respect?” “There is a prodigious amount of straining and tugging to lift a weight that is comparatively light.” GOT WHAT HE DESERVED. 4 Pete —What do yer t’ink of Cheekey Bill havin’ de nerve to tell dat lady in de wayside cottage he was a sport, and never ate anything but club sandwiches? Weary—And did he get one dere? Pete —Well, he got de club, but not de sandwich. A Carping Friend. “A college offers me a degree for a million.” “Do you want to be a college youth?” “No; but I’d like a degree.” “Oh. why spend all that money? ,*oin the boy scouts.” Evidences of Experience. “What makes you think that man nas had experience with sailboats and canoes?” “He doesn’t show any inclination to get into any of them.” A Limited Swatter. “There goes Jixby. He never was known to lift his hand for the good of the community.” “You do Jixby a great injustice. I saw him kill a couple of flies yesterday.” Certainly In. ; “ Is Mrs. de Brick in?” asked the j visitor, calling at the London home of I the suffragette leader. “Yis, mum,” said Norah. “She’s in I sox 1 six monts, mum.” —Harper’s Weekly. Similar Experience. “I want to go into Vaudeville, sir.” “What has been your previous busiI ness?” i “I have been pasting Paris labels in home-made hats.” ( “Then*; suppose you think you are qualified as a headliner?” Queer Locality. “There is something very paradoxical about this peace question.” “What is it?” “War seems most suspected in th Pacifis regions.”

THOUGHT IT WAS BALL GAME Man Returning Late at Night, Drenched With Ice Water, Calmly Asks for Rain Check. "Wasn’t it awful about Mr. Wuggle thorpe?” “What happened to him?” “Haven’t you heard about it? He came home night before last in a perfectly awful condition.” “How do you mean?” "My dear, how do you suppose 1 mean? He had been attending a stag dinner at some club.’ “Oh! Dear me, why will men do such things?” * “But you haven’t heard the worst of it. He stumbled up to the front door and rattled around there for a long time without being able to unlock it, and then he went to the side of the house, where he stood under his wife's window and called so loudly that all the neighbors could hear.” “I shouldn’t have let him in if I had been in her place.” "She didn't She opened her window and emptied a pitcherful of water on him.” “It was what he deserved.” “Yes, and the absolute depravity of the man was shown when he looked up while the water was being poured on him and asked for a rain check.” NOTHING BOTHERED HIM. AwW l SiA J .- - _ J Kind Old Gentleman—My poor man, how came you to be a tramp? Tramp—l joined the “Don’t Worry club/’ an’ then I didn’t care whether I lost me job or not. Hadn't Seen Them. “You know,” said Miss Oddways, looking critically at a picture a friend had purchased, "that landscape does remind me so of Mr. Vermilion’s work. You’ve seen his pictures, of course?” “No,” said the friend, frankly, “I haven’t—” “Not seen Mr. Vermilion’s paintings! Why, my dear, and you an art connoshure! I understand he has a picture in every saloon in Paris.” Appalling Mistake. “At the prayer meeting the other night,” confided Mrs. Goodsole, wife of the pastor, “Brother Jollifer made the most awful blunder you ever heard of.” “What was it?”—inquired Mr. Hardesty. “He started the hymn, ‘Tell Me the Old, Old Story,’ to the tune of ‘Has Anybody Here Seen KeHy?’ ” You Know This Fellow. “Bluffington,” said Dumley, “started to tell me today how terribly ashamed he was—” “Yes,” interrupted Wise, “I know his habit. Whenever he wants to brag about something he’s particularly proud of he always begins ‘Well, Em ashamed to say—’”.—Catholic Standard and Times. Just as Good. “I should hate to be Grump. Hs seems to be unpopular with everybody.” “You’ve been out of town for a while and don’t know what you are talking about. Grump is the most popular man in town.” “Then he must have changed his disposition.” “No, but he inherited a fortune.” It Often Happens. “How did you happen to lose your girl?” “I entertained her so lavishly while we were engaged that she acquired expensive tastes. Then she wisely doclard that she would be unhappy with anybody but a millionaire, which I wasn’t.” Too Many of Them. “The wickedest man, when stricken by remorse, doesn’t regret his past any more than Miss Sereleaf regrets her past.” “Good heavens! What is there in her past to make her feel so sad?” “Nothing but years.” A Surface Opinion. “There is one good thing about a swimming contest.” “What might that be?” ■There is no ground for complaint” A Terrible Fix. “What is the proper thing for a man to do when his wife asks, him for money and he hasn’t any?” queried Nuwed.* “Oh, there isn’t any proper thing to do in those circumstances,” replied Oldwed. “Anything he does will be wrong." The Prairie Wolf. “Why do you refer to your favorite candidate as the prairie wolf?” “Well, it’s customary to give a popular aspirant some animal name. And he’s one of those fellows who jnanage to get just out of gunshot range and then bark and boiler till nobody can sleep.” > Name to Fit. “What did you call that chap?" “Parsley.” “But that isn’t his name.” “I know it; I just dubbed him that because he is always In the soup.” Invariably. “Pa, what’s political knavery?” ! “What the other side’s doing; my ; sod."

MnMiONAL SDNMSOMOL Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS, Director of Evening Departmetit, The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) LESSON FOR JULY 28 THE WHEAT AND THE TARES. LESSON’TEXT—Matthew 13:21-30; 36-43. GOLDEN TEXT—“Gather up first the j tares, and bind them in bundles to burn i them: but gather the wheat into my | barn.’’ Matt. 13:20. The thirteenth chapter of Mat- . thew’s gospel is the great kingdom i chapter of the Bible. Seven .parables ; In this chapter give us each of seven aspects or applications of the pr'nci- j pies of the kingdom. In this lesson . we are taught the mixed character of 1 the kingdom and also of the ultimate separation of two classes of which it | Is composed. “A man,” v. 24, goes out to sow good seed in his field. This I man we are told in V- 37, is the Sou i of Man, and elsewhere that the field ! Is the world, the hearts of m<fi. Then followed the propagating stage, that period over which man has no control. During this period while men ’ ate and slept awaiting the time for ‘ cultivation and of harvest, the enemy > of men’s souls came and sowed tares, i the common darnel which so closely resembles wheat in its earliest stages, liter this propagating period had passed the man and his servants went out one day to find in their field evidence that another had also sown seed. The test of every life is the fruit produced. During these earliei stages the tares had looked so nearly i like the wheat as not to be readily I distinguished, but now that the hat- ; vest time approaches the difference is all too evident. It is significant from . this parable that no blame is laid I upon the servants that they should ’ have allowed the two to grow up during this first , stage. . Surprise, anger and disappointment stirred the hearts of the servants when they discovered the mixed character of the approaching harvest. The master, however, i clears them of all blame, for, said he, “Our enemy hath done this.” Not an enemy, as the King James version has it. Satan is übiquitous, but the Son of God is greater than he, see 1. Peter 3:22. Parables He Taught. If the servants had sought to uproot the tares they would in all likelyhood have done more damage than good, though this does not imply any conflict with Jesus’ words as found In Matthew 5; 29, 30. The seed had the same environment and in God’s eood time the separation should take place. Lo “let both grow together” until both be fully developed. Then he will say to the reapers, gather first the tares and burn them, but gather the wheat into my barn. Notice the tares did not evolve into wheat. Like begets like. Gather into bundles is the command. If we sin together, we must expect to suffer together. The wheat was ripe for full salvation, blessing and a further usefulness, while the tares were ripe only for destruction. After teaching these parables, of which this is but one, Jesus sent the multitude away and more fully and completely taught his disciples the inner meaning of this parable. The field is the world, and if we ask we shall have the heathen for our inheritance and the uttermost part of the world as a possession (P& 2:8). The good seed are the sons of the kingdfepx, but the tares are the sons (children) of the evil one. Both the sons of the good and the sons of the bad grow from, and develop out of seed, the sons of the kingdom from the good seed. James (1:18) tells us that our essential nature is good; that he brings us forth by the word of truth; and that we are a kind of first fruit of his creation. Not so, however, with the sons of the evil one (John 8: 44). Hell was not prepared for xxfan, but for the devil and his angels (Matt. 25:41). Hence the tares, children or sons of the evil one, are cast into the furnace and burned (v. 42). Is the fire here mentioned, literal fire? It~certainly is in this parable, but the Master is dealing in particular with the question of future punishment. We do not, therefore, read annihilation into this lesson. We must remember the three lessons we have been studying. The first concerned the nature of the seed and the soil; the second deals with the mystery of the growth and development of the kingdom, whereas this lesson has to do with the mixed character of the kingdom due to the admixture of other seed. This is a lessons of the subtlety and maliciousness of our enemy, rather than any teaching upon the nature of future punishment. The fact, however, Is patent that a separation time is coming, a time when all things that offend, things that cause stumbling, things that are a block or a hindrance, things that do iniquity in the kingdom, shall be p-ut away. This is an encouraging thought for the honest hearted Christian worker to remember. World the Field. As the Psalmist puts it (1:5), “The ungodly shall not stand in the judgie nt. e. g., has no standing, nor sinin s ’(abide) in the congregation of •th a righteous." It is not our place to gather the tares into bundles. God will send forth reapers (v. 30) an his reapers are the angels (v. 39). The fact is we are here warned against useless or profitless activity. Ours is to sow the right seed and then stand back and let God work. We are not even responsible for any process Os separation, for God will take care of his own and in his own time will send forth his reap’ers who will do what we would make sorry work of attempting to dd. How often we see men zealously attempting the separation process during the propagating and developing period, only to the .wheat with the darueL

A truthful fisherman always knows where to draw the line. If your digestion Is a little off eolor a coarse of Garfield Tea will -do you good. The humor of some people is so delicate they ought to take a tonic for it. Lest you forget when next In need of a laxative remeuilier the name “Giullehl Tea.” A trial will convince ypu of its merits. Nothing so completely knocks a contrary man as to have you agree with him. Red Cross Ball, Blue givee double value for your money, goes twice as far aa any other. Ask your grocer. His View. Hewitt —This place is 1.000 feet above the sea level. Jewett—But the sea isn’t on the level; it always makes me sick. Important to Nlothets Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, 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 Its Advantages. “I think the pillory ought to be revived as punishment tor this frenzied financing.” “Why so?” “Because it provided a fitting penalty in stocks and bonds ” Doctor Endorses Children’s Remedy. Dr. D. R. Rothrock, New Berlin, Pa., writes that he has used Kopp’s Baby's Friend with excellent results. He considers it the best remedy for children, invaluable in Teething Troubles, Wind ' Colic ,nd Diarrhoea. 3 sizes. 10c., 25c.. ! 50c.. at druggists or sent direct. Kopp’s Baby’s Friend Co., York, Pa. Sample by mail on request. C The Heirloom. Pittsburg drummer in a small i town dropped into a place to get a | bite to eat. The place looked familiar, but he didn’t know the proprietor j “Been running this plafce long?’’ inI quired the drummer. i “No; I just inherited it from my father.” “Ah. yes. I knew him. I recognize this old cheese sandwich on the counter.” 'Twas a Pretty Thing. The young man produced a small, square box from his pocket. “I, have a present for you,” he b*--gan. “I don’t know whether it will ft your finger or not, but ”. “Oh, George!” she broke in, “this is so sudden! Why, I never dreamed— ” But just then George produped the gift—a silver thimble —and it got suddenly cooler in the room. —Ladies Home Journal, No Social Tact. At a club dance an enthusiastic member approached a rather dull member and said unto him: “Say, for heaven’s sake go over and talk to Miss Fryte. She Is sitting by herself,” “But—but what shall 1 say to her?’* “Tell her he;, pretty she is.” “But she ain’t pretty.” “Well, then tell her how ugly the other girls are. Ain’t you got no social tact ?” Simple Explanation. i To illustrate a point that he was I making—that his was the race with a I future and not a race with a past—- ■ Booker T. Washington told this little ■ story the other day. j He was standing by his door one 1 morning when old Aunt Caroline went j by. “Good morning, Aunt Caroline, ’ i said. “Where are you going this morn ing?” “Lawzee, Mista’ Wash’ton.’’ replied. “I’se done been whar ‘ gwine ” —Kansas City Star. They Are Overworked Now. ' Four-year-old Dick had made an important discovery that his hair would pull out if enough force was exerted, and was absorbed in proving the fascinating find on his forelock His sister —aged seven —noted the proceed Ing with round eyed horror “Dickie! Dickie!’’ she cried “you mustn’t do that!” 1 “Why?” demanded Dickie, with ths cynicism of childhood. “Because the Bible says that al? your hairs are numbered —and if yon pull any out you’ll make a lot of extra bookkeeping for the angels.” SALLOW FACES Often Caused by Tea and Coffee Drinking. How many persons realize that tea and coffee so disturb digestion that they produce a muddy, yellow complexion? A ten days’ trial of Postum has proven a means, in thousands of cases, of clearing up a bad complexion. A Washn. young lady tells her experience: “All of us—father, mother, sister and brother —had used tea and coffee for many years until finally we all had stomaoh troubles, more or less. “We ajl were sallow and troubled with pimples, bad breath, disagreeable taste in the mouth, and all of us simply so many bundles of nerves. “We didn’t realize that tea and coffee caused the trouble until one day ! we ran out of coffee and went to bor- ! row some from a neighbor. She gave ! us some Postum and told us to try ! that. i “Although we started to make it, ' we all felt sure that we would be sick if we missed our strong coffee, but we tried Postum and were surprised to find it delicious. “We read the statements on thepkg., got more and in a month and a half you .wouldn’t have known us. We al) were able to digest our food without I any trouble, each one’s skin became clear, tongues cleared off, and nerves in fine condition. We never use any thing now but Postum. There is nothing like it.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. “There’s a. reason,” and It Is explained in the little book, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A cew one appears from time to time, iney pre gt-uuiue, true, and full human Interest.