The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 47, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 20 March 1913 — Page 7

RECALLS LITERARY MYSTERY Rev. Mr. Wolfe, Author of “Burial oJ Sir John Moore/' Buried at Queenstown. ▲ literary mystery of a hundred years ago is recalled by the special centenary number, recently issued, of the Newry Telegraph, an an Ulster trt-weekly.- In its pages April 19, 1817, under the simple head of “Poetry,” appeared what Byron called “the most perfect ode in the language”— “The Burial of Sir John Moore.” By ron or Campbell or any of the others to whom this poem was variously ascribed would doubtless have been proud to claim it. But the author waa the obscure curate* of Ballyclog, in Tyronne, Rev.' Charles Wolfe, and i the fame of the piece was but a pos ; thumous fame for him. Not until his I death, of consumption, in 1823, at ths : early age of thirty-two, did the author i ship become known to the world. And j Wolfe, who wrote much other verse , of merit, is remembered only by that j one poem which sprang from the col- I nrnns of a provincial newspaper tc i universal recognition in the big world of letters. —London Chronicle. ERUPTION LIKE PIMPLES Wathena, Kan. —"My child’s scalp trouble became so bad that I waa ashamed to have anyone see him. His head had a solid scab on it He also had a terrible breaking out on his face which was gradually growing worse. The eruption was like pimples which developed into sores when he scratched, which he did almost constantly Baby would almost scratch himself raw. “I had used several different kinds of salve, none of them helping in the least bit, when I saw the Cuticura advertisement in the paper and it made me think of the good results my sister had when she used it for her children. I had only used Cuticura Soap and Ointment. about two weeks before I noticed that the sores -were almost entirely gone, and it must have been a month or six weeks he was troubled j before I began the treatment. He ) would get easy when I would put the | Cuticura Ointment on him. Cuticura I Boap and Ointment completely cured ) him and be has a clear complexion I now.” (Signed) Mrs. W. H. Hughes, I Dec. 31, 1911. Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each j free, with <32-p. Skin Book. Address i post-card “Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston.” j Adv. The Reign of Woman. Women will serve as public porters and dining car waiters op the special train which is to carry the Illinois suffragists to the Washington parade, and except for the train crew and sol itary man to shine shoes it will be an example of feminized railway transportation. The male shoeblack prompts masculine reflections on the division of menial labor under the new dispensation. But mere man may take heart. The time is still remote when there will be women at locomotive throttles or in the more re sponsible post? in railroad operation. —New York World. VERY ALIKE OS. Ww \ LJ, “Did you ever get a kiss by telephone?” “No; what’s it like?" “It’s like dreaming about something to eat when you go to bed hungry.” Trying to Place Him. “What is your idea of a radical?” isked the young man who is studying politics. “My observation,” replied Senator Sorghum, “is that a radical is usually t man who wants to muss things up in the hopes of establishing himself in sircumstances sufficiently comfortable to warrant his becoming a conservative.” —Washington Star. STRENGTH I Without Overloading The Stomach. I ° I The business man, especially, needs Ifood in the morning that will not overetoad the stomach, but give mental firigor for the day. Much depends on the start a man krets each day, as to how he may exupect to accomplish the work on hand. II He can’t be alert, with a heavy, pfried-meat-and-potatoes breakfast rebauiring a lot of vital energy In digesting it. A Calif, business man tried to find some food combination that would not overload the stomhch in the morning, but that would produce energy. He writes: “For years I was unable tc fihd a breakfast food that had nutrition enough to sustain a business man without overloading his stomach, causing indigestion and kindred ailments. “Being a very busy arid also a very nervous man, I decided to give up breakfast altogether. But luckily I was induced to try Grape-Nuts. “Since that morning I have been a new man; can work without tiring, my head is clear and my nerves strong and quiet. “I find four teaspoonfuls of GrapeNuts with one of sugar and a small quantity of cold milk, is delicious as the cereal part of the morning meal, and invigorates me for the day’s business." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.” Ever read the abeve lettert A aew •Be appear* from time t® time. They are peaulae, true, aaU fall of kauwa tatcrcat. Adv.

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1 CHAPTER I. The Man Who Dared. j The official starter let his raised l arm fall and leaned forward, peering j across the blended glare and darkness. “What?” he shouted, above the pulsating roar of the eleven racing maI chines lined up before the Judges’ stand. “What?” There was a flurry around the central car, whose driver leaned from his seat to stare down at the man who had slipped from beside him to the ground. The great crowd congesting the grand-stand pressed closer to the barrier, staring also, commenting and conjecturing. “The mechanician of the Mercury is off his car!” “Fainted—” “Fell—” “The automobiles hadn’t started; he must be sick.” The referee was already pushing his way back, bringing the report from the hastily summoned surgeon. “Heart disease,” he announced right and left. “Stanton’s mechanician just dropped off his seat, dead. But Stanton himself had already swung out of his car, with the energetic decision that marked his every movement. “My man is out,” he tersely stated to the starter. “I’ve got to run over Ito my camp and get another. Will i you hold the start for me?” I The question was rather a demand ' than a request. There was scarcely I one among the vast audience who ! would not have felt the sparkle gone I from this strong black wine of sport • they had come to sip, if Ralph Stanton ■ had been withdrawn from the twentyI four-hour contest. He had not only | fame as a skilful and scientific racer; | he had the reputation of being the most spectacularly reckless driver in America, whose death could be but a question of time and whose record of accidents and victories verged on the appalling. He knew his value as an attraction, and the starter knew it, although preserving impassivity. “Five minutes,” the official conceded, and drew out his watch. Already a stream of men were running toward the Mercury camp with the news. Stanton sprang into his machine, deftly sent it forward out of the line, and shot around into the entrance to the huge oval field edged by the Beach track; a mile of white ribbon bordering a green medallion. The row of electric-lighted tents, each numbered and named for its own racing car, was in a turmoil of excitement. But most agitated was the group before the tent marked “9, Mercury.” “Durand’s down and out —give me another man,” called Stanton, halting his noisy, flaming car. “Quick, you—” But no one stepped forward from the cluster of factory men and mechanics. Only the assistant manager of the Mercury company responded to the demand: “Yes, go; one of you boys. I’ll make it right with you. You, Jones.” “I’m married, sir,” refused Jones succinctly. “Well, you then, Walters. Good heavens, man! what do you mean?” For the burly Walters backed away, actually pale. “I’ll dig potatoes, first, sir.” “Why, you used to race?” “Not with Stanton, sir.” There was a lbw murmur of approval among his mates, and a drawing together for support. Stanton stepped down from his car, snatching off his mask to show- a dark, strong face I grim with anger and contempt. “You wretched, backboneless cowards!” he hurled at them, his blueblack eyes flashing over the group. “Do you know what I and the company stand to lose if I’m disqualified for lack of one of you jellyfish to sit beside me and pump oil? there a man in the camp? I’ll give fifty dollars myself to the one who goes, a hundred if I win.” “I’ll promise twice that,” eagerly supplemented Green, the assistant manager. He had private bets on Stanton. Not one of the clustered workmen moved. "Damn you!” pronounced the driver, bitterly and comprehensively. “I’ll repeat that offer to the man who will go for the first three hours only, and meanwhile we’ll send to New York and find a red-blooded male.” The men looked at one another, but shook their heads. “No? You won’t? You work your miserable bodies three months to earn what I offer for three hours. What’s the matter with you, don’t 1 risk my neck?” He turned, sending his powerful voice ringing down the line. “Here, hunt the paddock, all of you—■two hundred dollars for a man to ride the next three hours with me!” “You can’t take a man from another camp, Stanton,” protested the frantic Mr. Green. “He might trick you, hurt the car.” His appeal went down the wind unheeded, except for one glance from the racer’s gleaming eyes. “He won’t trick me,” said Stanton. The crowded stands were a bulk of swaying, seething impatience. The paddock was in an uproar, the Mercury camp the center of interest. But no volunteers answered the call. The panting machine, its hood wrapped in jets of violet flame, headlights and tail-lights shedding vivid Illumination around the figure of its baffled master, quivered with impotent life and strength. Raging, Stanton stood, watch in hand, his face a set study in ■corn. Suddenly the harsh rasp of the official klaxon soared above the hubbub. : Earning, summoning.

“Four minutes,” panted the despairing assistant manager. “Stanton —” Some one was running toward them, some one for whom a lane was opened by the spectators from other camps who had congregated. “Get aboard,” called ahead a fresh young voice. “Get aboard; I’ll go.” “Thank Heaven for a man!” snarled Stanton, as the runner dashed up. “Why, it’s a boy!” “Floyd,” Mr. Green hailed hysterically. “You’ll go?’ “I’ll go,” assured Floyd, and faced the driver; a slim, youthful figure in a mechanic’s blue overalls, his sleeves rolled to the elbows and leaving bare his slender arms; his head, covered like a girl’s with soft closely cropped curling brown hair, tilted back as his steady gray eyes looked up at Stanton. “You? You couldn’t crank a taxicab,” flung the racer, brutal with disappointment and wrath. “You’d go? A boy?” “Im as old as the driver of the Singer car, and scant five years younger than you—l’m twenty-one,” flashed the retort. “And I know all there is about gasoline cars. I guess you’re big enough to crank your own motor aren’t you, if I can’t? You’ve got thirty seconds left; do you want me?” Met on his own tone, Stanton gasped, then caught his mask from the man who held it. “Why don’t you get on your clothes?” he demanded savagely. “Are you going to race like that? Jump, you useless cowards there — can’t you pass him his things? Telephone the stand that I’m coming, some one.” There was a wild scurry of preparation, the telephone bell jingled madly. “Jes Floyd is one of our new factory men,” hurried Mr. Green, in breathless explanation, as Stanton took his seat. “He’s a gas-engine wonder —he knows them like a clock —he tuned up this car you’ve got, this morning—” The klaxon brayed again. A trim apparition in racing costume darted

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from the tent to swing into the narrow seat beside the driver, and Stanton’s car leaped for the paddock exit with a roar answered by the deafening roar of welcome from the spectators. “Seven minutes,” snapped the starter, as the Mercury wheeled in llle. Stanton shrugged his shoulders with supreme indifference, perfectly aware of his security, since the start had not been made. But his mechanician leaned forward with a little gurgle of irresistible, sunshot laughter. “Don’t worry,” he besought. “Really, we’ll get in seven minutes ahead.” His mocking young voice carried above the terrific din of the eleven j huge machines, and Stanton turned upon himj amazed and irritated at the audacity. The starter also stared, just as a flashlight flared up and showed fully the young gray eyes dancing behind the goggles, the red j young mouth smiling below the mask, j the shining young curls which the ! cap failed to cover. He stared, then j slowly relaxed into a smile, and went | forward. “The talking done while I’m up, is ; done by me,” stated Stanton forcibly. “Remember.” “Don’t you ever need a rest?” queried Floyd. Stanton opened his lips, and closed them again without speaking. His trained glance went to sweep his opponents, gaging their relative positions, their probable order on the first turn, and .his own best move. The successive flashlights on either side were blinding, the atmosphere was suffocating with the exhaust gasolene and acetylene fumes. It was as familiar to him as the odor of sawdust to the circus dweller, as the strong salt wind to a habitant of the coast;

the unusual element lay in the boy beside him. Man, he refused to acknowledge him. The sharp crack of a pistol, the fall of a flag, and the whole struggling, flaming flock sprang forward toward the first turn, Wheel to wheel in death-edged contest And Stanton forgot his mechanician. The Mercury led the first circuit, as usual. It was very fast, and its pilot took the chances more prudent drivers avoided. Still, the lead was less than the car’s own length, two of its closest rivals hanging at its flanks, when they passed the tumultuous grand-stand Just ahead lay again the “death curve.” There was a swift movement beside Stanton, the pendent linen streamers floating from his cap were deftly seized and the dust swept from his goggles with a practiced rapidity. “Car on each side an’ one trying to pass,” the clear voice pierced the hearing. “No room next the fence.” Stanton grunted. The boy knew how to rise in a speeding machine, then, and how to take care of his driver, he noted. Nevertheless, he meant to take that fence side. And he did. As the other drivers shut off power to take the dangerous bend more slowly, Stanton shot forward at unchanged speed, cut in ahead and swept first around the turn, taking the inside curve. The spectators rose with a universal cry of'consternation; the Mercury swerved, almost facing the infield fence, skidding appallingly and lurching drunkenly on two wheels, then righted itself under the steering-wheel in the master’s hands, and rushed on, leading by a hundred feet. The people cheered frantically, the band crashed into raucous music Stanton’s mechanician got up to lean over the back of the fiying car and feel the rear casings. “You’re tryin’ to tires,” he imparted, his accents close to the driver’s ear. That was the, first time that Stanton noticed that Floyd Ijsped and blurred his final “g” in moments of excitement. It might have sounded effeminate. if the voice had not been with out a tremor. As it was— At the end of the first hour, the bulletin boards showed the Mercury five laps ahead of its nearest rival And then Floyd spoke again to his driver. “What?” Stanton questioned, above the noise of the motor. “We’ve got to run in; I’m afraid of the rear inside shoe. It won’t stand another skid like the last.” Stanton’s mouth shut in a hard line. “I will not,” he stated. “Get back in your place. You can’t tell.” “I can.” Stanton deigned no reply, sliding past one of the slower cars on the

back stretch. To go in meant to lose the whole time gained. As they took the back turn, Flpyd again leaned over. (TO BE CONTINUED.) DESERVED TO MAKE A SALE Book Agent at Least Showed That He Had the Valuable Quality of Perseverance. The book agent who walked into Peter Steffen s office looked like an ingenious fellow’, but Steffens, glancing up in a hurry, spied his trade !n a minute and muttered to himself: “Confound that boy. Now. how did that fellow get in?” Aloud, he said: “You’re wasting your time here. I won’t buy anything today.” “If you’ll only let me show you—” “No,’’ shouted Steffens. I “It won’t take a minute—” “But, really, my dear sir, this is • something out of the common —” “No use. I can’t read,” said Steffens. “But your family, sir, would you deprive them —” “I would,” said Steffens, “if I had any. I’m an orphan.” “Well, you might want something to throw at the cat,” suggested the book agent. “Do you think,” demanded Steffens, “that I would demean my cat by throwing your miserable publication at her?” The book agent was only dashed a second. “What about me.” he asked, insinuatingly. “Don’t you want .something to throw at me the next time I come?”

r —“n A Good Friday Sermon By REV. JAMES M. GRAY. D. D„ Dean of the Moody Bible Institute. Chicago TEXT—“Jesus, when He had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost” Matthew xxvii. 50.

In one of the older commen- | taries on the Bible, we once met the question, Why did Jesus Christ die? Which was answered by a se ries of reasons, some of which are remembered and some forgotten. the whole however, making an impression which was never lost. This impression was’ that no other explana-

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tion of his death is satisfactory, or even possible, than that he suffered as a substitute for guilty men. We have been trying to recall some of these reasons while mediitating on the transcendent event commemorated on Good Friday. (1) His death occupies the foremost place In the New Eestament. There are, for example, twenty-eight chapters in the Gospel of Matthew, and eight of them, at least, or more than one-quarter of the whole, is taken up with the story of his crucifixion anfl the events immediately leading up to and following it About the same proportion is seen in John’s gospel, to say nothing of the emphasis laid upon his death in the epistles of Paul and the book of Revelations. (2) His death awakened the greatest Interest In Heaven as well as on earth, since in Peter’s first epistle, Chapter 1, 12, he tells us that “these things the angels desire to look into.” Moreover, when Moses and Elijah, brought back to earth, were conversing with Jesus on the Mount of Transfiguration, it was about, “His decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.” (Luke lx, 31.) (3) It was the central object ever present In Christ’s own thought and teaching. Men come Into the world to live* but he tells us that he came into the world to die. “The ion of man. said he, came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.” (Matt, xx, 28.) In another place, with application to himself, he says, “Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die. It abideih alone, but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.” (John xii, 24 ) (4) His death was voluntary. In John VII, 30. we read that at acer tain crisis, “no man laid hands on him, because his hour was not yet come.” And again he himself said, “I lay down my life that I might take it again. No man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself. 1 have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again.” (John x, 17, 18.) Furthermore, it is specifically said that in his death he “yielded up the ghost.” In other words, the passing out of his spirit from his body was the act of his own will. (5) At the same time He died with peculiar agony, not merely that of a physical but a spiritual kind, crying out, “My God! My God!. Why hast thou forsaken me?” Whoever heard of God forsaking a martyr to his truth? And if Jesus were forsaken in any sense,' must it not have been as a substitute for us? (6) There were wonderful phenomena accompanying his death as of no other man,—“the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent, and the graves were opened, and many bodies of the saints which slept arose, and came out of the graves after his resurrection/and went unto the holy city and-appeared unto many.” (Matt, xxvii, 51, 53.) (7) it was a predicted death. A way back in the Garden of Eden It was pointed to in the words addressed to the serpent, “I will put emnity between thee and the woman and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head and thou shalt bruise his heel. (Gen. ili, 15.) Isaiah, the prophet, spake of Christ seven or eight centuries before his birth, saying, “He was wounded for our transgressions. he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” (53, 5.) And Daniel said he should be cut off, but not for himself. (9. 26.) (8) It was a predestined death, since Peter says, “Yet are not redeemed with corruptible things as silver and gold . . . but with the precious bleed of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot; who • verily was foreordained before the foundation of the world.” (9) Finally, it was a death which has been commemorated by an observance that never can be hid or ex- ■ plained away, namely, the communion , of the Lord’s supper, in which Christians eat the bread and drink the wine ' in remembrance of his dying love. ! Putting all these things together. Is j there any other reasonable explana- i i tion of the,.death of Jesus Christ than that already indicated, and which is expressed with such childlike simplicity in Dr. Bethune’s noble hymn, beginning, “I read God’s Holy Word and And, Great truths which far transcend my mind; And little do I know beside. Os thought so high, and deep and wide; This is my best theology, ’ . I know the Savior died for me.” This Is the reason an inspired apostle Is able to say, “Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord, shall be saved." (Rom. x, 13.) Habits are soon assumed; but where we would strip them off it is like flaying alive.—Cowper. u

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