The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 30, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 21 November 1912 — Page 3

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synopsis/ Mr». Keziah Coffin, supposed widow, is arranging to move from Trumet to Boaton, following the death of her brother, for whom she had kept house. Kyan Pepper, widower, offers marriage, and is Indignantly refused. Capt. Elkanah Daniels, leader of the Regular church offers Kezlah a place as housekeeper for the new minister, and she decides to remain in Trumet. CHAPTER 111. In Which Keziah Assumes a Guardianship. Grace left the parsonage soon after ±e supposed tramp disclosed his Identity. Her farewells were hurried and she firmly refused Mrs. Coffin’s not too-insistent appeal to return to the house “up street” and have supper. She said she was glad to meet Mr. Ellery. The young minister affirmed his delight in meeting her. Then she disappeared in the misty twilight and John Ellery surreptitiously wiped his perspiring forehead with his cuff, having in his late desire for the primal necessities forgotten such a trifling Incidental as a handkerchief. The minister smiled rather one-sid-edly. “It’s been something of a day for me,” he said. “I am ahead of time and I’ve made a lot of trouble, I’m afraid. But yesterday afternoon I was ready and, to tell the truth, I was eager to come and see my new home and get at my work. So I started on the morning train. Then the stage broke down and I began to think I was stranded at Bayport. But this kind-hearted chap from Wellmouth —I believe that’s where he lived —happened to pull up to w-atch us wrestling with the smashed wheel, and when he found I was in a hurry to get to Trumet, offered to give me a lift. His name was—was Bird. No, ' that wasn’t it, but it was something like Bird, or some kind of a bird.” “Bird?” repeated Keziah thoughtfully. “There’s no Birds that I know of in Wellmouth. Hum! Hey? Twa’n’t Sparrow, was it?” “That was it— Sparrow.” “Good land! Emulous Sparrow’. Run considerable to whiskers and tongue, didn’t he?” “Why, yes; he did wear a beard. As for tongue—well, he was conversational, if that’s "what you meay.” “That’s what I mean. If you rode twelve mile with Emulous, yvu must have had an earache for the «ast six. Did he ask a question or two about your personal .affairs, here and there between times?” Mr. Ellery laughed. “Yes, one or two, between times,” he admitted. “I shan’t die of surprise. Did you tell him who you was?” “No-o, to be honest, I didn’t. He was so very anxious to find out, that —well, I dodged. I think he believed I was going to visit Captain Daniels. Still, some one may have &een me come here.” “No, no, they didn’t. This fog is as thick as Injun-meal puddin’. Nobody’ saw you.” “Well,” with some hesitation, “the young lady who was here with you—” “Oh, Grace Van Horne! She’s all right. She won’t tell. She ain’t that kind.” “Van Horne? That doesn’t soTnd like a New England name.” “ ’Tisn’t. Her folks come from Jersey somew’heres. But she was adopted by old Cap'n Hammond, who keeps the tavern down on the bay shore by the packet wharf, and she’s lived. in Truinet since she was six years old. ’ Her father was Teunis Van Horne, and he was mate on Cap’n Eben’s •’ coastin’ schooner and was drowned off Hatteras. Eben was saved just by the skin of his teeth and got a broken hip and religion while it happened. His hip’s better except that he’s some lame; but his religion’s been more and more feverish ever since. He’s ■ one of the head Come-Outers, and built their chapel with his own money. You mustn’t think I’m speakin’ lightly of religion, nor of Cap’n Eben, either. He’s a dear good soul as ever was, but he is the narrowest kind of Come-Outer. His creed is just about as wide as the chapel door, and that’s as narrow as the way leadin’ to salvation ; it is the way, too, so the ComeOuters think.” r “What are Come-Outers? Some new s*ect ?” “Sakes alive! Haven’t you heard of Come-Outers? Cat’s foot! Well, you’ll hear of ’em often enough from now on. They’re folks who used to go to our church, the Regular, but left because the services was too worldly, with organs and choir singly’, and the road to paradise too easy. No need for me to tell you any more. You’ll learn.” Mr. Ellery was interested. .He had been in Trumet but -once before, on the occasion when he preached his trial sermon, and pf that memorable rlsit remembered little except the sermon Itself; the pews filled with* captains and their families, and the aweinspiring personality of Captain Elkanah Daniels, who had been his host. To a young man, the ink upon his diploma from the theological school still ■ fresh, a trial sermon is a weighty matter, 4ind the preaching of it weightier ■till. He had rehearsed it over and over in private, had delivered it al- ’ fnost through clinched teeth, and had returned to his room in the Boston ■ boarding house with the conviction , that it was an utter failure. Captain j Elkanah and the gracious Miss Anna- < bel, his daughter, had been kind ’ enough to express gratification, and j their praise alone saved him from de- 1 ■pair. Then, to his amazement, the l call had come. Os casual conversa- 1 tlon at the church and about the Dan-11 Idls’ table he could recall nothing. So j i

there was another religious organization in town and that made up of seceders from his own church. He was surprised. “Er—this Miss Van Horne?” he asked. “Is she a—-Come-Outer?” Mrs. Coffin nodded. “Yes,” she said. "She’s one. Couldn’t be anything else and live with her Uncle Eben, as she calls him.” “Has Captain Hammond no children of his own?” .he asked. KeZiah’s answer was short for her. “Yes,” she said. ’’One.” “Ah! another daughter?” “No, a son. Name’s Nathaniel, and he’s a sea captain. He’s on his way from Surinam to New York now. They expect him to make port most any time, I believe. Now, Mr. Ellery, I s'pose we’ve got to arrange for your supper and stayin’ overnight; and with this house the way ’tis and all, I don’t see— ■ “I guess,” ruminatively, “that the best thing for you to do will be to go to Cap’n Elkanah’s. They’ll be real glad to see you, I know, and you’ll be in time for supper, for Elkanah and Annabel have been to Denbro and they'll be late home. They can keep you overnight, too, for it’s a big house with lots of rooms. Then, after breakfast to-morrow you come right here. I’ll have things somewhere near shipshape by then; I guess, though the cleanin'll have to be mainly a lick and a promise until I can ideally get at it. Your trunk’ll be here on the coach, I s’pose, and that’ll be through early in the afternoon. Get on your hat and coat and I’ll go with you to Elkanhh’e.” The young man demurred a little at thrusting himself upon the hospitality of the Daniels’ home, but Keziah assured him that his unexpected coming would cause no trouble. So he entered the now dark study and came out wearing his coat and carrying his hat and valise in his hand. “I’m sure I’m ever so much obliged to you,” he said. “And, as we are going- to be more or less together—or at least I guess as much from what you say—would you mind if I suggest a mutual introduction. I’m John Ellery; you know that already. And you—” Keziah stopped short on her way to the door. ■‘Well, I declare!” she exclaimed. “If that ain’t the very worst! Fact is, you dropped in so ahead of time and in such a irregular sort of way, that I never once thought of introducin’ anybody; and I’m sure Grace didn’t. I’m Keziah Coffin, and Cap’n Elkanah and I signed articles, so to speak, this mornin’, and I’m goln’ to keep house for you.” She explained the reason for upsetting the former arrangement by which Lurania Phelps was to have had the position. At the Daniels’ door Keziah turned her new charge over to Matilda Snow, the hired girl. It was an indication of the family’s social position that they kept “hired help.” This was unusual in Trumet in those days, even among the well to do. “Good night,” said the young man, extending his hand. “Good night, Miss —or is it Mrs. —Coffin?” “Mrs. Good night.” “She’s a widow,” explained Matilda. “Husband died ’fore she come back here to live. Guess°he didn’t amount to much; she never mentions his name.” Keziah, in the midst of her labors, found, time to coach her employer and .companion in' Trumet ways, and particularly in the ways which Trumet expected its clergymen to travel. On I TH k ® . ram iiii L- IP'OJ W owl • “There’s Your Chart.” the morning following his first night in the parsonage, Jie expressed himself as feeling the need of exercise. He thought he should take a walk. “Well,” said his housekeeper from" her station opposite him at the’breakfast table, “if I was you I wouldn’t take too long a one. You’d better be back here by ten, anyhow. Where was you thinkin’ of goin’?” Mr, Ellery had no particular destination in mind. He would like to see something of the village and, perhaps, if she could give him the names of a few of his he might make a few calls. Keziah shook her head. “Gracious goodness!” she exclaimed. “I wouldn’t advise you to do that. You ain’t been here long enough to make forenoon calls. If you should catch some of the women in this town with aprons and calico on, they’d never forgive you in this world. Wait till afternoon; they’ll be expectin’ you then and they’ll be rigged out in their best bibs and tuckers. S’pose you found Annabel Daniels with her hair done up In curl papers; what do you

think would happen? Mornin’s are no time for ministers’ calls. Even old Mr. Langley never made calls in the forenoon—and he’d been here thirtyodd years.” “All right, you know best. Much obliged for the advice. Then I’ll simply take my walk and leave the calls until later.” j "I’d be back by ten, though. Folks’ll begin callin’ on you by that time.” - When, promptly at ten o’clock, the minister returned from his walk, he found Mrs. Rogers waiting in the sitting room. It is a prime qualification of an alert reporter to be first on the scene of sensation. Didama was seldom beaten. Mr. Ellery’s catechism began. Before it was over Keziah opened the door to admit Miss Pepper and her brother. “Kyan” was nervous and embarrassed in the housekeeper’s presence. Lavinia was a glacier, moving majestically and freezing as it moved. Keziah, however, was not even touched by the frost; she greeted the pair cordially, and begged them to “take off their things.” It was dinner time before the catechizers departed. The catechized came to the table with an impaired appetite. He looked troubled. “Don’t let it worry you, Mr. Eller?',” observed Keziah calmly. “I think I can satisfy you. Honest and true, I ain’t half as bad as you might think.” The minister looked more troubled thambefore; also surprised. Mrs. Coffin!” he cried. “Could you hear—” “Man alive! I’m not worried. Why should you be? We were talkin’ about trust just now—or I was. Well, you and I’ll have to take each other on trust for a while, until we see whether we’re goin’ to suit. If you see anything that I’m goin’ wrong in, I wish you’d tell me. And I’ll do the same by you, if that’s agreeable. You’ll hear a lot of things said about me, but if they’re very bad I give you my word they ain’t true. And, to be real frank, I’ll probably hear some about you, which I’ll take for what they’re worth and considerin’ who said ’em. That’s a good, wholesome agreement, I think, for both of us. What do you think?” John Ellery said, with emphasis that he thought w’ell of it. He began to realize that this woman, with her blunt common sense, was likely to be a pilot worth having in the difficult waters which he must navigate as skipper of the Regular church in Trumet. Also, he began to realize that, as such a skipper, he was most inexperienced. And Captain Daniels had spoken highly—condescendingly but highly—of his qualifications and personality. So the agreement was ratified, with relief on his part. The first Sunday came and with it the first sermon. He read that sermon to Keziah on Saturday evening and she approved of it as a whole, though she criticised some of its details. The service began at eleven o’clock. Outside the spring breeze stirred the budding silver-leafs, the distant breakers grumbled, the crows in the pines near Captain Eben Hammond’s tavern cawed ribald answers to the screaming gulls perched hlong the top of the breakwater. And seated on one of the hard benches of the little ComeOuter chapel, Grace Van Horne heard her “Uncle Eben,” w'ho, as usual, was conducting the meeting, speak of “them who, in purple and fine linen, with organs and trumpets and vain shows, are gathered elsewhere in this community to hear a hired priest make a mock of the gospel! ” (A-men!) But John Ellery, the “hired priest,” knew nothing of this. He did know, however, that he was the center of interest for his own congregation, the people among whom he had been called to labor. Their praise or criticism meant everything to him; therefore he preached for dear life. The sermon was a success. On Monday afternoon the minister made a few calls. Keziah made out a short list for him to follow, a “sort of chart of the main channel,” she called it, “with the safe ports marked and the shoals and risk?’ places labeled dangerous.” “You see,” she said, “Trumet ain’t a course you can navigate with your eyes shut. We divide ourselves into about four sets —aristocrats,,, poor relations, town folks, and scum. The aristocrats are the big bugs like Cap’n Elkanah and the other well-off sea captains afloat and ashore. They ’most all go to the Regular church and the parish committee is steered by ’em. The poor relations are mainly widows and suph, whose husbands died or w'ere lost at sea. Most of them are Regulars. The town folks are those that stay ashore and keep store or run salt works or somethin’. And the scum work around on odd jobs or go fishin’. So, if you really want to be safe, you must call oiy the aristocrats first, after that on relations, and so on down. You won’t be bothered with scum much; they’re mainly Come-Outers.” Ellery took the list from her hand and looked it over. “Hum!” he said musingly. “Am I supposed to recognize these—er—class distinctions? But you’re not seriously advising me to treat a man differently from a poor ohe?” “Not openly different—no. But if you want to steer a perfectly safe course, one that’ll keep the deep water under your keel the whole voyage, why, there’s your chart.” Mr. Eller?’ promptly tore the “chart” into small pieces. “I’m going out,” he said. “I shall be back by supper time.” Mrs. Coffin eyed him grimly. “Goin’ to run it blindfolded, are you?” she asked. “Yes, I ain.” Her grimness disappeared and she smiled. “I’ll have your supper ready for you,” she said. “Bring back a good appetite.” As a matter of fact, the minister’s ; calls were in the nature of a compromise, although an unintentional one. He dropped in on Zebedee Mayo, owner of the big house on the slope of the hill. Captain Zeb took him up into what he called his "cupoler," the observatory on the top of the house, and showed him Trumet spread out like a map. Ellery decided that he should like Captain Zeb, although it was evident that vhe old whaler had decided opinions of his own which he did not hesitate to express. He Judged that the Mayos of th* so-called aris-

tocracy, but undoubtedly unique specimens. He visited four more households that afternoon. The last call was at Mrs. Thankful Payne's, and while there, listening to the wonderful “poem,” he saw Miss Van Horne pass the window. He came home to a Capa Cod supper of scalloped clams, hot biscuits, and baked Indian pmdding, ; and Keziah greeted him with a cheery smile which made him feel that It was home. His summary disposal of the “chart” had evidently raised h*m in his housekeeper’s estimation. She did not ask a single question as to where he had been. Next day he had a taste of. Tr» met’s real aristocracy, the genuine nri tide. Captain Elkanah Daniels end his daughter made their first formal call. The captain was majestic in high hat, fur-collared cape, tailed coat, and carrying a gold-headed cane. Misa Annabel wore her newest gown and bonnet and rustled as ohe walked. The?’ entered the sitting room and the lady glanced superciliously about the apartment. “Hum—ha!” barked Captain Elkanah. “Ahem! Mr. Ellery, I trust you’re being made comfortable. The parish committee are—hum—ah—anxious that you should be. Yes?” The minister said that tie was very comfortable indeed. “It isn’t what you’ve been used to, we know,” observed Miss Annabel. “Mr. Langley, our former pastor, was a sweet old gentleman, but he was old-fashioned and his were queer, especially in art. Slave you noticed that ‘fruit piece’ in tie dining room? Isn’t it too ridiculous?” Then she changed the subject to church and parish affairs. They spoke of the sewing circle and the reading societ?’ and the Friday-evening meetings. “The Come-Outers are so vexed with us,” tittered Miss Annabel, “that they won’t even hold prayer meetings on the same night as ours. They have theirs on Thursday nights und it’s I wa I aMhs. isos 1 TO w i i w I I Ilf ■w’ Captain Elkanah Daniels and Htg Daughter Made Their First Formal Cali. as good as a play to hear them shout and sing and carra on. You’ll enjoy the Come Outers, Mr. Ellery. They’re a perfect delight.” And as they rose to go Captain Elkanah asked: “Is there anything you’d like done about the parsonage, Mr. Ellery? If so, it shall be done immejitly. How are you satisfied with your housekeeper?” “Very well, indeed, Captain Dalb iels,” was the prompt reply. “She’s a character, isn’t she?” gi®« gled Annabel. “She was born here tn Trumet, but went away to New Bedford when she was young and grew u> there. Her maiden name was Hal), but while she was away she marridfi a man named* Ansel Coffin. They didn’t live together very long and w’eren’t happy, I guess. I don’t know whose fault it was, nobody knows much of anything about it, for that’s the one thing she won’t talk about. Anyhow’, the Coffin man was lost at seh, and after a while she came back to keep house for her brother Solomon. She’s an awful odd stick, but she’s a good cook, I believe; though I’m afraid you won’t get the meals people such as ourselves, who’ve been so much in the city, are used to.” Ellery thought of the meals at MS city boarding house and shuddered. He was an orphan and had boarded for years. Incidentally, he had worked his way through college. Captain Elkanah cleared his throat. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Live and Learn. Dr. Sophia Jex-Blake, w-hose persistent efforts finally brought about the admission of women to the practice of medicine in England, remained wittily unimpressed by the bestowal of this privilege. As the Saturday Review- has it: “It was absurd,” she said, “to keep the door longer shut against young women, seeing how’ many old women were already inside.” Os a tireless eloquence, Doctor JexBlake once drew the incisive wit of Benjamin Jowett. The Master of Balliol had sat next to her at dinner, and after the ladies retired, he remarked, in his mild, high-pitched voice: “I always knew that- lex meant law., but never till this night that Jei meant jaw.”—Youth’s Companion. Limit of the Borrowing Habit. Little Margie was a frequent visitor at the Jones home, going there on errands of borrowing many times each day. On this occasion she asked the loan of a cooking utensil. But Mrs. Jones had become very much out of patience at the continual borrowing and sent word by Margie that she “had other fish to' fr£.” Imagine her surprise when in a few moments her neighbor’s little Margie again appeared in her doorway, lisping: “Mozzer thaid pleathe to- thend thome of the fith, pleathe.” Pedestrians. A teacher in a primary school was endeavoring to make clear to her class the meaning of the words “equestrianism” and “pedestrianism* when she put this query to one small boy: “What is a pedestrian?” “H« is one of those fellows," said the boy, “who makes an awful kick when a* automobile runs him down.”

: An Old-Time Thanksgiving Day By REV. JAMES M. GRAY. D. D.. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute, Chicago TEXT—“And all the people went their way to eat, and to drink, and to send portions, and to make great mirth, because they had understood the words that were declared unto them.”—Nehemiah 8:12.

Our forefathers before all else were religious. Religion separated them from the fatherland and all that it means, to face these “bleak New England shores.” The voyage of the Mayflower was as sacred as Israel’s crossing the Red sea. The clearing of the forests, the building of the huts, the treaties with the Indians,

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the civil compacts with one another, were all, in away, acts of worship. Thanksgiving day in its conception, and its inception, and its observance 300 years ago was only less holy than the Sabbath. A ball game on Thanksgiving day! As soon turn away from Jehovah and bow down to Baal and Ashtaroth! Ye Olden Times. Read the sermons preached on Thanksgiving day in “ye olden times,” and compare them with the political harangues of today. Shades of Increase and Cotton Mather! They believed in i God then. The?’ believed lie gave seed . time and harvest, and they had a god- ' ly fear of that judgment upon sin 1 which might withhold the blessing once, just once—and then? It will not do to sa?’ that the former days were better than these. They j were not in some things. They burned tallow candles then, and wore poke bonnets; now we have the Merry Widow hat and the arc light. They walked on earth then, and sailed on the sea; now we navigate the air, and know tho mysteries of the submarine. But the presence of God was potent to our fathers, and now—well, we’re not so sure about it. Let us go back to. Bethel. Why should not Thanksgiving day be made a revival day? Not a da?’ of gloom, not the sourness of the Puritan, but his gladness, for he had gladness, a real gladness, the gladness that comes from an enlightened recognition of his bounty who is the author and giver of ever?’ good and perfect gift, the gladness that comes from a willing dedication of ourselves to his holy service. Post-Babylonian Judah affords a good type of the observance of Thanksgiving day. You will find the story in the eighth of Nehemdah. Laughter for Tears. The people were gathered in a great open air meeting, and Ezra read the Word of God to them, while their other religious teachers and civil governors explained its sense. At first they were afraid, and were moved to tears, for conviction of sin had gripped them; but they were exhorted t) laugh instead of weep, for it was holy da?’ unto the Lord their God. “Go your way,” said Nehemiah, “eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared, for this day is holy unto our Lord; neither be ye sorry, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” This teaches us that there is such a thing as hoi?’ mirth, a joyous festivity unto the Lord. Indeed, this was the prevailing idea of all the Mosaic feasts, which were social as well as religious occasions of the highest joy It teaches us again that holy mirth is accompanied by benevolence and love. What constant provision is made for the poor in all the Old Testament legislation? Nehemiah was teaching nothing new when he said: '‘Send por tions unto them for whom nothing i prepared.” God’s idea of repentance, », among other things, “to judge the atherless, to relieve the oppressed, »nd to plead for the widow.” It teaches us in the third place that the mirth which- breeds benevolence is inspired not b?’ material prosperlt?’ but by the knowledge of the word o the Lord. There was material prosperity in post-Edenic times, but it led not to mirthfulness and love, but to jealousy and murder. Cain was prosperous, but he killed his brother. Chere material prosperity in the lays before the flood, for men were ating and drinking, marrying and giv ng in marriage, but God saw that ‘every imagination of the thoughts of nan’s heart was only evil continually” (Genesis 6:5). There was material prosperity after the flood, for men built cities and erected empires, but they forgot God until he scattered .hem to the four corners of the earth. Oh, what good news God has to pour info our sad and heavy hearts out of his precious word, if we will listen to It! Let us gather around that word on this Thanksgiving day! Let it take the place which other things have usurped of late. Closed eyes will be opened by it, darkness will give place o light, and the garment of praise will be donned instead of the spirit of leaviness. The Great Secret. Loving God is the secret which reconciles all. This Is the secret of being. occupied; with interest, in the j hlngs of earth, without ceasing to love he things of heaven. But ye divided »oarts, who have dreamed of a comromise between heaven and earth, . ind have appeared tormented with tears and scruples now know the ■ause of your condition: Ye fear God, jut ye do not love him. . Love had speedily cut the difficulty; everything for God, nothing for self, s its motto. Everything for God, provided God is mine. Then let him en•ich or Impoverish my life, let him extend or limit my activity, let him {ratify or oppose my tastes; if I have my God, I have all things at once.—Alexandre R. VineL

THEN HE UNDERSTOOD REVELATION CAME SUDDENLY TO MAN OF WEALTH. Plain Old Countrywoman Had Possessed Something Greater Than the Riches He had Spent His Life in Gathering. John ljull found the telegram at his office. As he read the words, the busy scene about him faded away, and he, saw himself once more a little,, ragged, frightened boy, who heard with terror the word “poorhouse” whispered by the neighbors.. Then Aunt Rachel had come in. She had stood a moment looking at his mother’s still face; then she had crossed the room and gathered the boy into her arms. “He isn’t going to the poorhouse,” she had said, quietly. “I am going to take care of him.” It was an odd “caretaking” in some ways. Aunt Rachel was an old maid, j and knew nothing of a boy’s heart. I And yet—how good she had been — i how good and patient! In the last ten ' years, although he had seen her only I twice, there had been no word of re- ! proach, only the same unchanging i love and faith. A blur came over I John Hull’s eyes, and calling his secI retary, he gave rapid orders. He was ’ going to Aunt Rachel. He hoped she i would know. Nine hours later he was alone with ! Aunt Rachel. As he looked at the great peace of the small, worn face, a strange feeling swept across him. He never saw a look like that in Wall street! This little, plain, old countryI woman had possessed something ! greater than riches! Later, they brought him her papers and letters. The?’ were ver?’ few, but among them were her account books, and John Hull realized that in those careful figures he was reading the story of her life. He was amazed to know how tin?’ her income had been. Arid of what she had had, a tenth had gone to her church, a fifth to her missionar?’ society, and nearly all the rest for a bo?' who was not even related to her. And he had thought her life pitifully poor and narrow! Now tn his hour of vision he saw that his was the popr and barren life —with its careless and spasmodic giving, its absorption in “the game.” He understood at last the generous and unselfish investment of this life and all its possessions. And suddenly there came to him the memory of a hot summer Sunday of his boyhood, and of the minister's voice as he read his text: "Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over man?’ things.” Could that be said of the uses he had made of his own life? Alone in the April night John Hull ! faced himself.—-Youth’s Companion. The Rostands Stood Treat. All the stories now arriving froni i Cambo. where the family of Edmond i Rostand is sojourning, have the character of the heroic legend. The family of Rostand, now more united than ever, was to attend a cinematograph performance at Cambo. At nine o'clock in the evening the hall had long been filled with people, but the show did not begin. The audience began to exhibit strong signs of impatience. The proprietor came to the front and announced that the Rostands having retained three places, the show could not decently begin before their arrival. The audience was of a quite different mind. It took the announcement in bad temper, and some mo- , ments later when the illustrious tard?’ ' ones came in, making a sensational entry, they were received with murmurs and with exclamations far from complimentary. Mme. Rostand frowned. but Mattrice Rostand called the proprietor, and giving him a fist full of louis, said: “Fill the jaw§ of these fellows with champagne.” This was done. Thp entire audience drank excellent champagne. The murmurs I ; of disapprobation died away and the ' received a warm ovation. —Le | Cri de Paris. Sand and Gravel. One of the most important industries in the United States of which , comparative!?’ little is written is the ; production of sand and gravel. In j 1911, according to a report by E. F. | Burchard, just issued by the United i States geological survey, the produc- i tion of sand and gravel amounted to , 66,846,959 short tons, valued at s2l,- : 158,583. The production of sand of all kinds was 40,253,977 tons, valued at $14,438,500, and that of gravel was 26,592,982 tons valued at $6,720,083. j The production of glass sand was val- ! ued at $1,457,733, an increase over the : figures of 1910; the sand used for i building in 1911 was valued at $7,- [ 719,286, a slight decrease as compared with 1910. This was accounted for by less acth’ty in 1911 in the building trade, including that of concrete construction. The production of molding sand in 1911 was valued at $2,132,469, a marked decrease as compared with 1910. The production of all other sands in 1911, such as sand for grinding and polishing, fire sand, en- ■ gine sand and filtration sand, was val- j ued at $3,043,012. an increase of over I a million dollars 1 in value as com- ! pared with 1910. Always an Anti-Climax. It is always reassuring to read of I some millionaire’s son who. dressed | in overalls, has taken up some hard. ' grimy job ’at a few dollars a week. | just as a poor farmer’s or mechanic’s - son might do. But his election, in a I I few weeks, to the directorship or vice presidency of his father’s busi- | ness shows a growth that boys of I more humble parentage can hardl?’ | hope to equal.—Christian Science j Monitor. Her Version, “I was talking with Harold last ! night and he says he has completely | reformed since he has become engaged to you,” said the elder lady as she reclined in a luxurious armchair. “Yes.” replied the young debutante, “he says J snatched him out of the jaws of death, out of the mouth of . hell, back to the 400.”—Harper’s ' Bazar.

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Rather Mixed. “He’s dead in earnest.” “Yes, I’ve noticed he’s a live one.” YOU CAN CURE CATARRH By using Cole’s Cnrbolisalve. It is a most effective remedy. All druggists. 25 and 50c. Adv. Extremes. “Ought these two articles to go un- ! der the same heading?” “No; they are not on the same footing.” Brain Fag. "Poor Dickey has nervous prostra- | tion.” | “What caused it?” “He designed all the menu cards [ for his cousin’s pink tea.” Question of Gratitude. i “Suppose I were to ask you to con- : tribute a hundred dollars to my campaign fund,” said the ambitious young man. “What would you do?” “That isn’t the important question,” replied Mr. Dustin Stax. “If I shojild help to elect you, what would you do?” Not Needed. I While a traveling man was waiting ' for an opportunity to show his sampies to a merchant in a little backi wods town in Missouri, a customer ! came in and bought a couple of nights shirts. Afterwards a long, lank, lumi berman, with his trousers stuffed In his boots, said to the merchant: “What was them ’ere that feller bot?” “Night shirts. Can I sell yob one or two?” “Naup, I reckon not,” said the Missourian, “I don’t set around much o’ sights.”—Lippincott’s. ' L Speck on Their Black ’Scutcheon. Mollie, a light-colored mulatto i housemaid who has been in the emi ploy of a South Side family for a number of years, recently gave up heiposition tb get married, relates the Kansas City Star. A few days ago she returned and asked to have her old place back. The woman of the house was glad to have her return, but surprised that she came so soon after being married; and questioned her as to her reason for waiting to I return. In reply the maid said: “My husband’s folks is all jealous of mo because I’m so light colored. You know my husband is very dark and all his folks is dark, too; and was mad because he married me. Why, one of his sisters -told me, ‘You’s so bright i you make a spot in our family.’ ’’ SCOFFERS > Often Make the Staunchest Converts. i The man who scoffs at an idea or j doctrine which he does not fully un- ' derstand has at least the courage to show where be stands. The gospel of JHealth has many converts who formerly laughed at the | idea that coffee and tea, for example, ever hurt anyone. Upon looking into ; the matter seriopsly, often at the sug- ! gestion of a friend, such persons have found that Postum and a friend’s advKe have been their salvation. “My sister was employed in an eastern city where she had to do calculating,” writes an Okla. girl. “She suffered with headache until she was almost 1 unfitted for duty. “Her landllidy persuaded her to quit coffee and use Postum and in a few days she was entirely free from headache.” (Tea is just as injurious as i coffee because it contains caffeine, the same drug found in coffee.) “She told her employer about it. and on trying it, he had the same experience. “My father and I have both suffered much from nervous headache since I can remember, but we scoffed at the idea advanced by my sister, that coffee was the cause of our trouble. “However, we finally quit coffee and began using Postum. Father has had but one headache now in four years, due to a severe cold, and I have lost m?’ headaches and sour stomach’; which I am now convinced came from coffee. “A cup of good, hot Postum Is satisfying to me when I do not care to eat a meal. Circumstances caused me to locate in a new country ’’and I feared I would not be able to get my favorite drink. Postum, but Twas relieved to find that a full supply is kept Aere with a heavy demand for it.” Name given by Postum C 0.,. Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Wellville" ia pkgs. “There’s a reason.” Ever read the above letter? A sew oae appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and fuU as hutmut Interest. Adv. .