The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 20, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 12 September 1912 — Page 7

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ADVENTURE Os THE DEVIL'S FOOT

1 (Continued.) "Ask what you like, Mr. Holmes,” .said he, eagerly. “It is a bad thing to ipeak of, but I will answer you the truth.” “Tell me about last night.” “Well, Mr. Holmes, I supped there, as the vicar has said, and my elder brother George proposed a game of whist afterwards. We sat down about ■nine o’clock. It was a quarter-past ten when I moved to go. I left them all round the table, as merry as could ;be.” “Who let you out?” “Mrs. Porter had gone to bed, so I let myself out. I shut the hall door me. The window of the room in which they sat was closed, but the • blind was not drawn down. There was no change in door or window this ■morning, nor-any reason to think that .any stranger had been to the house. Yet there they sat, driven clean mad with terror, and Brenda lying dead of fright, with her head hanging over the arm of the chair. I’ll never get the sight of that room out of my mind so long as I live.” “The facts, as you state them, are certainly most remarkable,” said Holmes. “I take it that you have no theory yourself which can in any way account for them?” “It’s devilish, Mr. Holmes; devilish!” cried Mortimer Tregennis. “It is not of this world. Something has come into that room which has dashed the light of reason from their minds. What human contrivance could do that?” “I fear,” said Holmes, “that if the matter is beyond humanity it is certainly beyond me. Yet we must ex- ■ haust all natural explanations before we fall back upon such a theory as this. As to yourself, Mr. Tregennis, I take it you were divided in some way from your family, since they lived together and you had rooms apart?” "That is so, Mr. Holmes, though the matter is past and done with. We Were a family of tin-miners at Redrath, but we sold out our venture to a eompany, and so retired with enough to keep us. I won’t deny that there Was some feeling about the division of the money and it stooli between us for a time, but it was all forgiven and forgotten, and we were the best of triends together.” “Looking back at the evening which you spent together, does anything Atand out in your memory as throwing any possible light upon the tragedy? Think carefully, Mr. Tregennis. lor any clue which can help me.” “There is nothing at all, sir.” “Your people were in their usual spirits ?” “Never better.” “Were they nervous people? Did they ever show any apprehension of coming danger?” "Nothing of the kind.” “You have nothing to add, then, ■which could assist me?” Mortimer Tregennis considered earnestly for a moment “There is one thing occurs to me,” said he at last. “As we sat at the table my back was to the window, and my brother George, he being my partIo 1 1 dMil ■ [0 f ill 1 . fr ■"Ask What You Want, Mr. Holme*.” ner at cards, was facing it. I saw him once look hard over my shoulder, so I turned round and looked also. The blind was up and the window shut, but I could just make out the bushes ■on the lawn, and it seemed to me for a moment that I saw something moving among them. I couldn’t even say if it were man or animal, but I just thought there was something there. When I asked him what he was looking at, he told me that he had the -same feeling. That is all that I can say.” “Did you not investigate?” “No; the matter passed as unimportant.” ’ “You left them, then, without any premonition of evil?” *None at all.” "I am not clear how you came to bear the news so early this morning.” "I am an early riser, and generally take a walk before breakfast. This morning I had hardly started when the doctor in his carriage overtook me. He told me that old Mrs. Porter had sent * boy down with an urgent message. I sprang in beside him and we drove qn. When we got there looked into that dreadful room. The candles and the fire must have

burned out hours before, and they had been sitting there in the dark until dawn had broken. The doctor said Brenda must have been dead at least six hours. ThglU were no signs of violence. She across the arm of the chair with trot look on her face. George and Owen were singing snatches of songs and gibbering like two great apes. Oh. it was awful to see! I couldn’t stand it, and the doctor was as white as a sheet. Indeed, he fell into a chair in a sort of faint, and we nearly had blip on our hands as well.” “Remarkable —most remarkable!” said Holmes, rising and taking his hat. “I think perhaps we had better go down to Tredannick Wartha without further deJay. I confess that I have seldom known a case which at first sight presented a more singular problem.” Our proceedings of that first morning did little to advance the investigation. It was marked, however, at the outset by an incident which left the most sinister impression upon my mind. The approach to the spot at which the tragedy occurred is down a narrow, winding country lane. While we made our way along it we heard the rattle of a carriage coming towards us, and stood aside to let it pass. As it drove by us I caught a I jSSssCW*®.'SsK MrSs “My Brothers!” Cried Mortimer Tregennis, White to His Lips. glimpse through the closed window of a horribly-contorted, grinning face glaring out at us. Those staring eyes and gnashing teeth flashed past us like a dreadful vision. “My brothers!” cried Mortimer Tregennis, white to his lips. “They are taking them to Helston.” We looked with horror after the black carriage, lumbering its way. Then we turned our steps towards this ill-omened house in which they had met their strange fate. It was a large and bright dwelling, rather a villa than a cottage, with a considerable garden which was already, in that Cornish air, well filled with spring flowers. Towards this garden the window of the sitting-room fronted, and from it, according to Mortimer Tregennis, must have come that thing of evil which had by sheer horror in a single Instant blasted their minds. Holmes walked slowly and thoughtfully among the flowerpots and along the path before we entered the .porch. So absorbed was he in his thoughts, I remember, that he stumbled over the watering-pot, upset its contents, and deluged both our feet and the garden path. Inside the house we were met by the elderly Cornish housekeeper, Mrs. Porter, who, with the aid of a young girl, looked after the wants of the family. She readily answered all Holmes’ questions, sfae had heard nothing in the night. Her employers had all been in excellent spirits lately, and she -had never known them more cheerful and prosperous. She had fainted with horror upon entering the room in the morning and seeing that dreadful company round the table. She had, when she recovered, thrown open the window to let the morning air in, and had run down to the lane, whence she sent a farm lad for the doctor. The lady was on her bed upstairs, If we cared to see her. It took

Man and His Ways

One day a well-known politician was enjoying a chat with a friend at a hotel, when a strange young man came up and said: “Can I see you for a moment, Mr. Dash?” “Certainly,” said Mr. Dash, rising. The young man led him across the room and seemed to have something important to say to him. Arrived in a corner, the stranger whispered in the politician’s ear: "I jam of the staff of an evening paper, and I should like you to tell hi a what you think of the situation in the east.” Mr. Dash looked a little puzzled at first, then he said: “Follow me.” Leading the way, he walked through the reading-room, through a passage Into the dining-room, and drawing his visitor into the corner behind the hat rack, he whispered: . “I really don’t know anything about it” Forcing Growth of Plants. Plants have a mind of their own on the subject of winter sleep, and gardeners have tried various methods of waking thepi up prematurely, to fur-

four strong men to get the brothers into the asylum carriage. She would not herself stay in the house another day, and was starting that very afternoon to rejoin her family at St. Ives. We ascended the staira and viewed the body. Miss Brenda Tregennis had been a very beautiful girl, though now verging upon middle age. Her dark, clear-cut face was handsome, even in death, but there still lingered upon it something of that convulsion of horror which had been her last human emotion. From her bedroom we descended to the sitting-room where this tragedy had actually occurred. The charred ashes of the overnight fire lay in the grate. On the table were the four guttered and burned-out candles. with the cards scattered over its surface. The chairs had been moved back against the walls, but all else was as it had been the night before. Holmes paced with light, swift steps about the room; he sat in the various chairs, drawing them up and reconstructing their positions. He tested how much of the garden was visible; he examined the floo- the ceiling, and the fireplace; but never once did I see that sudden brightening of his eyes and tightening of his lips which would have told me that he saw some gleam of light in this utter darkness. “Why a fire?” he asked. “Had they always a fire in this small room on a spring evening?” Mortimer Tregennis explained that the night was cold and damp. For that reason, after his arrival, the fire was lit. "What are you going to do, Mr. Holmes?” he asked. My friend smiled and laid his hand upon my arm “I think, Watson, that I shall resume that course of tobaccopoisoning which you have so often and so justly condemned,” said he. “With your permission, gentlemen, we will now return to our cottage, for I am not aware that any new factor is likely to come to our notice here. I will turn the facts over in my mind, Mr. Tregennis, and should anything occur to me I will certainly communicate with you. In the meantime I wish you both good morning.” It was not until long after we were back in Poldhu cottage that Holmes broke his complete and absorbed silence. He sat coiled in his armchair, his haggard and ascetic face hardly visible amid the blue swirl of his tobacco smoke, his black brows drawn down, bis forehead contracted, his eyes vacant and far away. Finally, he . sprang to his feet. “It won’t do, Watson!” said he, with a laugh. “Let us walk along the cliffs together and search for flint arrows. We are more likely to find them than clues to this problem. To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces. The sea air, sunshine, and patience, Watson —all else will come. “Now, let us*calmly define our position, Watson,” he continued, as we skirted the cliffs together. “Let us get a firm grip of the very little which we do know, so that when fresh facts arise we may be ready to fit them into their places. I take it, in the first place, that neither of us is prepared to admit diabolical intrusions into the affairs of men. Let us begin by ruling that entirely out of our minds. Very good. There remain three persons who have been grievously stricken by some conscious or unconscious human agency. That is firm ground. Now, when did this occur? Evidently, assuming his narrative to be true, it was immediately after Mr. Mortimer Tregennis had left the room. That is a very important point. The presumption is that it was within a few minutes afterwards. The cards still lay upon the table. It was already past their usual hour for bed. Yet they had not changed their position. I repeat, then, that the occurrence i l l I ®'H’ ’i r if !,iiti|i * if “Why a Fire?” He Asked. was immediately after his departure, and not later than eleven o’clock last night (TO BE CONTINUED.)

nish blossoms at a time when they are scarce and costly. Mere greenhouse heat and moisture failing to yield the desired results, they have successfully tried warm baths and ether vapors to shorten the hibernating period of bulbs. From Germany comes a description of the latest plan, devised by a man named Weber. By sticking a needle into the base of a bud he has caused it to unfold two or three weeks ahead of its fellows. Still more time was gained by injecting water into the buds. -Not content with water, a physician has tried injections of water with 10 per cent, of alcohol. By this means he succeeded in gaining ten days in the budding of oak twigs. Debt Collection. No doubt the world does owe all of us a debt, but the- question of collection is one which does not seem to be in a fairway to be settled. It is a lamentable fact thaf there will never again be such brilliant truths and witticisms spoken as those which were given to the world by the ancients. Still, there is balm in reflecting that they were born before we were and naturally had the first chance.

SPEED MANIA IS DISASTROUS Public Has Gone Crazy Over Matter of Rushing, Says Traveler, Who Soon Forgets Himself. “Yes, sir,” said the man who had bls feet in a chair in the smoking compartment of the car, “you can trace learly every railroad accident to the mania for speed. Safety is a sec>ndary consideration. The first object is to get there in a hurry. Look it the advertisements of the different railroads. You’ll see that speed is always emphasized. If one road can make the run from New York to Chicago in 20 minutes less tim*than it takes on some other road the fact is played up in big type, as if it were the most important thing in the world. The public has gone crazy over this matter of rushing. Get there quick is the great object. We’ve got to be educated up to the idea that' speed is not the only thing which should be considered. The man who thinks his time is sq important that the gain or loss □f an hour is vital ought to be chucked into a well and allowed to cool off. Say, porter, how are we running? Seems to me this train is merely creeping, along.” “Yes, sah. We’re about 20 minutes late. The heavy rains have made the track unsafe along here and we got to go kind of careful.” “Confound this road, anyhow! I’ll never travel' on it again. Why the dickens can’t they get people in on time!” Still Had Hopes. “What was your son’s social standing in college?” “Oh. very fair. Why, he almost got Into the Gibber and Squeak society.” "Indeed! How was that?” “Why, you know, they always hit them on the back as a sign they have been selected, and George was hit on the back with such force that it knocked him down.” "Mercy!” “Yes, indeed. He thought, of course, he had been chosen, but he found out afterward Lt was the class bully who hit him because he didn’t like the set of his collar. But even that’s a great honor.” English, You Know. “I shall discharge our butler,” said Mr. Cumrox. “What’s the trouble?” “He doesn’t show me proper deference. When I am paying a man liberally. I consider it his duty to laugh at my jqkes.” “And he won't?” “I don’t think he can. He’s an English butler. When, in a spirit of gentle and condescending badinage, I said to him: ‘Hawkins, can you tell me which came first, the chicken or the egg?’ he said: ‘Which did you order first, sir?’ ” His Winning Delivery. “And how is your excellent son, the divinity student? He graduated from the theological seminary about a year ago, I believe?” “Yes, just a year ago. And he’s doing so well! They pay him a wonderful large salary, and next year he’s to get more.” “Indeed? That’s very unusual. Perhaps it is his excellent delivery that nets him this large emolument?” “Yes, that’s it. He’s one of the pitchers in the big league.” The Probabilities. Belle—l wonder what George would do if I took advantage of my leap .year privilege and proposed to him? Nell —No need to wonder over anything so simple. He’d do what every desperate man does—yell for help. Candid Classrfication. Visitor—So I belong to the animal kingdom, do I? That is right, my little dear. I see you know your lessons. Now. tell me what kind of an animal I am. Candid Child—Ma knows, and she says you’re a cat. An Excuse. “Jim, I want some money to get ready to go away with.” “My dear Julia, you don’t realize how really poor we are. Why, the wolf, is at the door.” » “He always is when I want anything for myself. That wolf’s a goat.” Where Viewed. “ I have just been reading some humorous observations entitled, ‘The Reflections of an Old Maid.’ ’’ 1 “I’d rather read the reflections of a debutante.” “Ifiipossible. Most of her reflections are in a mirror.” Indifferent Matter. “There must be very little news in your paper today.” “What makes you think so?” “I notice you are reading about the latest revolution in Central America.” Suspicious. “Hello, old chap. I’ve been trying to run across you for some time.” “Is that so? What make is your car.” Tracing Him. “I believe that man is an aviator.’* 3 “What makes you think so?” “He wanted a sky parlor in the hotel wIM.”

BUCKING A GIANT MONOPOLY Man With Bulging Brow Relates Exceedingly Interesting Experience He Had With Iceman. “I had an interesting experience with my iceman the other morning.” said the man with the bulging brow. “He wanted you to pay for youi coupon book ’fore he’d let you have any more ice, I reckon,” hazarded the man with the bulbous nose. “Don’t get smart. For a long time you know, I’ve been suspecting that he didn’t give me full weight. So when he came this time I was ready for him. He had put what he called a 50-pound chunk in the box, and was about to go. “ ‘Hold on a minute,’ I said. ‘You’re sure that’s 50 pounds, are you?’ “ ‘Yep,’ he says. > “ ‘Well, wee’ll just measure it and see.’ “I had a one foot rule in my hand. I measured that chunk carefully. Then I multiplied the length, breadth, and thickness together, and got the dimensions in cubic Inches. I showed him the figures. “ ‘ls that right?’ I asked him. “ ‘I guess so,’ he said. “ ‘Well, you see, there are just 1,530 cubic inches in that piece. Now, I divide it by 30, and—hold on! By George, there’s —’ “‘Yep,’ he says; ‘there’s 51 pounds in It. Thank you!’ “‘Then what do you think he did? I’ll be blamed if he didn’t take his steel pick, chip off a pound chunk of ice, and carry it back to the wagon with him! What’s the use of bulking against the ice trust, anyway?” Making Sure. A commercial traveler at a railway station in one of our Southern towns included in his order for breakfast two boiled eggs. The old darkey who served him brought him three. “Uncle,” said the traveling man. “why in the world did you bring me three boiled eggs? I only ordered two.” “Yes. sir.” said the old darkey, bowing and smiling. “I know you did order two, sir, but I brought three,' because I just naturally felt dat one of dem might fail you, sir.” —Harper’s Weekly. His Service. “I should like very much,” said the president of the greatest republic on which the sun ever shown, “to appoint you to an office of some kind, but you must realize, of course, that it is necessary for me to reward our party workers before I take up the cases of other applicants.” “Certainly I realize that. I’m one of the party workers you refer to.” “Oh, are you? What have you done for the ticket?” “I was one of the people who howled for 83 minutes when your name was presented to the convention.” His Bid. * A Yorjtshireman recently entered an auction mart. Looking around and catching the auctioneer’s eye during a lull in the bidding, he shouted out loudly enough to be heard by all: “May I bld?” “Certainly,” said the man of the hammer, thinking him a customer. All eyes being turned on the customer, he, making for the door, said: “Well, I bid you good-night, then.” The laughter which followed stopped business for some time.—TitBits. Presence of Mind. In the desert, the American tourists and their guides were gasping In hopeless misery. No oasis was near, and even the camels were panting. Then one of the tourists, suddenly remembering, drew from his Inner breast pocket a carefully quarded package of papers. “We are saved!” he cried, exultantly. “Here are my cherished stocks. We will drink our fill of the water In them. He Had an Explanation. A committe had the State Senator on the carpet. 1 “Didn’t you promise, If we elected you, to get our county good roads?” “Why, certainly, gentlemen.” “Did you do it?” “No. You see, airships are getting very common now. I thought we’d better wait a few years. Maybe we won’b need any roads at all then. Fine weather for corn, isn’t it?” Quick Time. Officer —You say the chauffeur sounded his horn just as the machine struck the man? Witness —Yes. Officer —Was the victim killed instantly? Witness —So instantly, sir, that he must have heard the echo of the horn. In the next world.—Satire. Disguising Her Feelings. ‘‘‘Do y.ou think the widow was expressing her real feelings when she threw the pepper in my face as I tried to kiss her?” “Os course not. It is likely she was using the pepper merely as a blind.” A Great Improvement. She —Why don’t you keep more control over your face? You give everything away by your expression. Now, I make It a rule never to .change countenance. He —if you can change it, my dear, I wish you would. A Mean Escape. “Mrs. Jones’ doctor told her husband she needed a quick change of scene.” “What did her husband do about it?” “Took her to a moving-picture show.” t His Performance. “How did that singing dog succeed in vaudeville?” “I believe he was a howling!success.” ’ Perfectly Natural. “Did he die a natural death?” “Yes; a beer bottle from an airship tell 9H his head.”—Satire,

BEARS IN FIGHT TO DEATH I * I Wyoming Hunter Tells How He Started Fierce Fight Between Two Enormous Grizzlies. A Wyoming man gives a graphic account o. a battle to the death between two bears, which a shot from his rifle had caused to attack each other. “ I was out after elk and discovered the two bears a long way off, digging in rotten down timber for grubs. I dismounted from my pony, and, making a wide detour, came up j behind the bears and got within easy I range without being winded or discovered by them. Taking good aim at one of the grizzlies I fired. The bullet tumbled him over, but he was on his feet again almost immediately. “ The other bear had stopped its grubbing when this one fell and turned and stared at it in surprise. The wounded bear glared at its com panion a moment and then apparently made up its mind that its com panion had knocked it down, for it pitched into that bear with a fierceness that plainly meant business, and instantly a battle was on. The bears clinched and bit and raked one an other with their claws. In a very short time their tough hides were hanging in strips on their huge bodies and the bears were drenched with blood. I never saw nor expect again to see a sight. It was fearful. The grizzlies fought for at least ten minutes, and then the one I had shot failed to get up after being hurled i to the ground by its antagonist, .and ! the latter stood over its prostrate foe and tore him with his paws until it i had disemboweled him. “ Then the victor, growling and gnashing its teeth, moved away a few steps, staggered like a drunken persdn and fell to the ground. It tried tb get up, but could not. I crept cautiously to the spot, fearing that the bear might still have enough vitality to make it lively when it discovered me, but my caution was not called for. The grizzly was as dead as his rival. Those two bears were the most prodigious specimens of their kind I had ever seen, but they were literally torn to pieces. There was not a w;hole piece of skin or flesh on either of them as big as iny hat.” He Cannot Forget. A musician seated far out on a wind--swept pier at Atlantic City, was tell- ■ ing stories about “Dr. Richard Strauss,” he said, “visited America before he achieved world fame, and the sapient, cock-sure critics of New York were very hard on him. In fact, they were so hard on him that Dr. Strauss had not yet either forgotten or forgiven them. The I wound is still raw. It still bleeds.” The musician regarding with an ab sent smile the slow, lazy graceful dives of a school of porpoises in the tumbling water, continued: “I had the honor last year of attending one of Dr. Strauss’ rehearsals in Munich. It was a new symphony, very beautiful, but very bizarre. In the middle of it the composer rapped his desk impatiently and called to the double bassoon: - “ ‘Why don’t yod play the F sharp that is marked?’ “The bassoon, a bullheaded sort of fellow, answered: “Because it would sound wrong, that is why.’ “Dr. Strauss gave a harsh laugh and shouted: i “ ‘Himmel! Are you a New York critic in disguise?”’ — Washington Star. Kaiser’s Early Rising. • William 11, emperor of Germany, is an early riser and likes to have everybody about him follow his good example. He is up every day at 6 o’clock, ready to go to work or to take an outing on horseback. His high officials complain that they are torn too early from the soft delights of sleep. Herr von Bethmann-Holl-weg, who is a famous sleeper, accommodates himself with difli culty to this strenuous regimen. He only awakens after many calls from his valet de chambre, and when drawn from his r bed makes his toilet slowly and always arrives late at the palace, to find the emperor awaiting him with impatience. Some days ago, remarks the Cri de Paris, the emperor, after having waited for him until half past 6 o’clock, decided to go and surprise his chancellor in Frederick street. He found him in the battfe. “I wish to remind you, my dear chancellor,” said the emperor, “that the day begins for you and for me at 6 o’clock. It is now going on 7 and you are not even shaved. An hour lost each day will make fifteen days In a year and in fifteen days my grandfather won three victories." Unappreciated Mercies. “You’re glad to get them back again. I guess,” said the optician as he carefully adjusted a pair of spectacles on a customer’s nose. “Yes,” replied the customer, a boy of eighteen, “I am indeed.” II “That poor boy,” explained the op tician after the youth had left the shop, “has practically lost the sight of one eye, and the other is so nearsighted that he can see with it only by the aid of the strongest glass. Hard to go through life so handicapped!” I “And I’ve ben groaning and complaining,” said the man who had just had a pair of eyeglasses made, “be cause I have to wear specs to correct a mild astigmatism. How little we appreciate our mercies!” Unrepentant Wilkins. A certain English bishop, an ardent advocate of teetotalism, found one of his flock, to whom he had preached for years, leaning in helpless drunk- ' enness against a wall. ; “Wilkins!” cried the bishop, inexpressibly shocked. “Oh, Wilkins! You in this state! lam sorry—l am sorry —I am sorry!” As the bishop was passing by on the other side Wilkins pulled himself together, and hiccoughed after him: I “Bishop—Bishop! ” The bishop hastened back in the 'hope of hearing a resolution of repentance. “Bishop, If you are really sorry, I forgive you!"

ELECTRIC LIGHT IN DENMARK Every Town in That Country of Over 5,000 Population Has Public Service. . According to recent information about the progress of electric light and power industries in Denmark, it appears that all the towns of 5,000 Inhabitants and over are now provided with public electric service, says the Scientific American. As to towns having between 5,000 and 3,000 inhabitants, there are only three in which electric mains are not installed, so that it will be seen that Denmark is one of the most progressive countries in this respect. The largest sized elecare to be found at Coat present there are three large pUnts in operation giving a total of 27,000 horse power. Current M 5 supplied for the city mains, as well as for the tramway lines. As regards the Danish stations in small towns, in general each town has its own plant, and there is but one lexample of an intercommunal system. This is at Skovshoved, near Copenhagen, and the central station extends Its power lines over all the suburban regions, also supplying the tramways of Hellerup an? Klampenburg. In most of the town electric stations th*’ Diesel heavy oil engine is used. y/est No Place for Consumptives. Physicians in all .of the eastern states will be asked by the National Association for the Study and Prevention of Tuberculosis to stop sending consumptives in the Jast stages of tuberculosis and without sufficient funds to the southwestern part of the United States in search of health. While it is impossible to tell accurately nbw many consumptives there are at present living in the states of Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, southern California, and western Texas, it is probable that no less than ten per cent of the 6,000,000 people in this territory have tuberculosis themselves, or have come to the west because some members of their family have had it. Every year, the health authorities estimate, not less than 10,000 consumptives. hopelessly diseased, come west to die. For these cases, the climate of this section of the country can do nothing, and they are compelled to die in strange surroundings and thousands of miles from horn* and friends. The National Association points out further that from 50 to 60 per cent, of these advanced cases are too poor to provide th© proper necessaries of life, and they are either starved to death, or compelled to accept the meager, charity which this part of the country affords. German Farmer Good Business Man. Under a seemingly generous offer of hospitality, a North German farmer has managed to include a good stroke of business for himself. In a Hanover paper recently appeared an advertisement that from fifteen to twenty women and girls (not under twelve years of age) who needed recuperation could have free board and lodging on a country estate. But in exchange they would be required to pick peas from eight to ten hours dally. Industrious pickers might also be paid cash for their labor. The Love in Fiction and Life. A periodical devoted to the drama pleads for plays based on some emotion other than love. The difficulty la producing such plays is that every play must have a hero, and in making a hero the playwright, as well as his audience, almost inevitably adopt* the view expressed 2,000 years ago by a scribbler of the dead walls of Pompeii: “He who has never loved a woman is not a gentleman.” Irrigation In Australia. Australia is Irrigating more than two million acres of grazing lands with artesian wells. Grouch’s Vacation. “Is your husband enjoying his vacation?” “Not so much as I am.” •> Soda to Brighten China. Soda will brighten china that has been burned or darkened by long use. But a really clever wpman is too clever to show it. It’s well enough to hope, but don’t loaf on the job while doing it. -1 A FOOD CONVERT Good Fodd the True Road to Health* The pernicious habit some person* still have of relying on nauseous drug* to relieve stomach trouble keeps up the patent medicine business and helps keep up the army of dyspeptics. Indigestion—dyspepsia — is caused by what is put into the stomach in theway of improper food, the kind that so taxes the strength of the digestive organs they are actually crippled. When this state is reached, to resort to tonics is 'like whipping a tired horse with a big load. Every additional effort he makes under the lash diminishes his power to move the load. Try helping the stomach by leaving off heavy, greasy, indigestible food and take on Grape-Nuts—light, easily digested, full of strength for nerve* and brain, in every grain of it. There’* no waste of time nor energy when Grape-Nuts is the food. "I am an enthusiastic user of GrapeNuts and consider it an ideal food." writes a Maine man: “I had nervous dyspepsia and was *ll run down and my food seemed to do me but little good. From reading an advertisement. I tried Grape-Nut* food, and, after a few weeks’ steady use of it, felt greatly improved. “Am much stronger, not nervou* now, and can do more work without feeling so tired, and am better every way. “I relish Grape-Nuts best with cream and use four heaping teaspoonfuls a* the cereal part of a meal. I am sure there a,re thousands of persons with stomach trouble who would be benefated by using Grape-Nuts.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek* Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville,” In pkgs. “There’s a reason.” Ever read tke above letterT A new one appears from time to time. They are yeaaine, tree, and fall of humaa interest.