The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 8, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 19 June 1913 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of great automobile race the mechanician of the Mercury, i-hanton's. machine, drops dead. Strange youth. Jesse Floyd, volunteers, and is aceptcd. In the rest during the twentyfour hour race Stanton meets a stranger. Miss Carlisle, who introduces herself. The Mercury wins race. Stanton receives flowers from Miss Carlisle, which he ignores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a frain. They alight to take walk, and train leaves. Stanton and Miss Carlisle follow in auto. Accident by which Stan- ■ inn is hurt is mysterious. Floyd, at lunch with Stanton, tells of his boyhood. Stanton again meets Miss Carlisle and they dine together. Stanton comes to track sick, but makes race. They have accident. Floyd hurt, but not seriously. At -tinner Floyd tells Stanton of his twin .sister. Jessica. Stanton becomes very ill and loses consciousness. On recovery. at his hotel Stanton receives invitation and visits Jessica. They go to theater together, and meet Miss Carlisle. Stanton and ' loyd meet again and talk business. They agree to operate automobile factory as partners. Floyd becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Stanton again visits Jessica. and they become fast friends. CHAPTER X—(Continued), ‘Jes and I do not tire of our friends,”' she rebuked. ‘‘But beyond that, how can any one tell what will happen? We can just live our best every day and wait to see further. Sometimes things get twisted wrong.” “What is the matter? What is twisted wrong. Miss Floyd?” • She shook her head, smiling across ’her shoulders at him. "Nothing—nothing but me. Only I feel disgustingly gloomy to-night; as if Jes and I were very far apart. Never mind, I wish you all good luck and victory for the race.” “What was that song you were singtig on the first day I came here?” he isked irrelevantly. She hesitated, then struck a few herds upon the piano. “That?” “Yes. Will you sing it to me. -.ow?" With her charming trick of -.prompt 'bedience, she at once seated herself ft the instrument. It was no ornate classic, no love•song, that the velvet-and-gold contralto voice braided into Stanton’s memory, to be in the near future a torture more acute than physical pain and personal grief. • Off. in the stilly night Kre slumber's chain hath bound me. Fond memory brings the light other days around me.” ' , That was the quaint stiff melody of fifty years before, that Jessica Floyd sung to Stanton before they parted. On reaching home, an hour later. Stanton found a letter awaiting him rom the assistant manager. Green. It was dated from Long Island, and reminded him that the course would be open for the last day’s practice next morning during the early hours. “The car is at last ready, and if vou see Jes Floyd, tell him that* we •an not get along without him any longer,” ran the concluding sentence. Stanton put down the letter, frowning -at It in irritated astonishment. Had not Floyd gone to prepare for the race. with Green and by his direct order? How then could he. Stanton, know anything about his mechanician and why did not Green know everything? Possibly Floyd had been kept at the Mercury factory; but in that -ase Green would surely have sent there for him, instead of trusting to 'he faint chance of Stanton’s encountering him. Os course -Floyd must be ready to go out for the delayed practice work next morning— Stanton rose Impatiently; of course he would be ready. A thought like a needleprick halted him when half-way across the room, a wild fancy. Could it be conceived redible that Valerie Carlisle did wish to prevent the Mercury car from racing, and, failing to reach the ’driver, might attempt to keep away the mechanician she knew to be so valuable? He recalled his own strange illness on ’he eve of the Massachusetts race, in an impulse beyond restrain, he urned to his telephone; there would -ie some one to tell him of Floyd at ;he factory, for It was working night Mid-day to fifl its orders. “Yes,- 337 Frenchwood.” the thin voice finally came along the wire. ‘Yes. Mercury. Mr. Stanton? Wait.” The instrument roared vilely; he anew it was the din of the huge engines he heard across thirty miles of iistance. "Hello.” another' voice took up. through the drone. “Stanton? This ‘s Mr. Bailey. What? Oh, why Floyd’s .♦one on —” there was a blank clicking ‘—to Long Island tonight," was faint- * ly resumed. “He’ll be on his job when vou need him. Stanton; go a bit easy m the poor kid. He isn’t a machine.” Stanton exclaimed something ugly and hung up the receiver with a snap, 'lailey was a fool, he mentally sneered, ind Green was another, and he himself the third. As for Miss Carlisle, le had Dot seen or heard of her since he trip toMndiana. No'more orchids »nd laurel. He smiled In sardonic reief and' went to open a window to he pungent October air. To-morrow ne would see Floyd at the course and legin the work which intoxicated him is it does all those who once acquire he fearless mastery of a car at high •peeds and taste the strong excitement of the racing game. He drew a ireath of anticipated exhilaration; his was the ground where he and ’’loyd stood closest in understanding tnd where Jessica could never come. But he wished that she had not ooked so strangely grave and wistful. Jiat evening. It troubled him. , CHAPTER XI. The Last Race. “Say, Floyd, got a spare fire exinguisher in your camp?” *‘l guess so,” called a gay rippling *olce across the gray dawn mist “Just throw it into the next pit hen; Jack’s whistling again.”

A tousled head appeared from the third in the row of repair pits. “Let Floyd alone, he’d rather hear me whistle than you talk,” jeered the offender. “Besides, he’s working. Is it true, Floyd, that you cap make a worn-out taxicab motor run like a new foreign engine? Some one told me so.” “Why, yes. Jack; but I haven’t any time to fix your car now,” came the sweet reply. “Come crank the Mercury for me, one of you. I want to hear her run.” One of the laughing mechanics ran forward, but paused as a tall figure advanced from the shadow of the stand Floyd straightened up from bending over the unhooded motor, shiningeyed and vividly aglow in the raw, salt air that swept across the bare Long Island meadows. “Stanton!” he gladly welcomed, and stripped o.ff a rubber glove to give greeting; Floyd was girlishly careful of his hands and always protected them during work when possible. “1 just arrived here, by train,” the other explained. “Do you want to take the car out?” “When you’re ready.” “I am teddy now. Get some warm things on. it is going to be chilly untill the sun is out.” It was not an emotional meetiug, but both men were content. Stanton had felt the thrill of relief and pleasure upon seeing his mechanician which surprised him into recognition of how much uneasiness the incident of the night before had caused him. “You will have to be kind to the tires,” Floyd warned, as he complied with the directions. “We have only got one extra set here. The shipment for the race hasn't arrived yet.” “Why not?” “Goodness knows. Mr. Green has telegraphed to the tire company. 1 suppose they will be along to-day, or to-morrow at the worst.” “I should hope so. Ready?”

Floyd Paused to Wave a Response.

“Just about Oh. they all say that your trial for speeding in Pelham Parkway took place day before yesterday.” “It did.” Floyd stopped In the act of ascending to his seat. “You didn’t tell Jessica,” he reproached. “How do you know?” queried Stanton, astonished. “I saw her late last night, on my way here. What did they do to you?” ’“Fined me all the law allowed — which the Mercury Company paid — and suggested the wisdom of not doing it again. I didn’t suppose Miss Floyd would be interested in police court details. Get in.”

Dress and Its Psychology

We Are Prone to Judge by Externals, Declares Harrison Fisher, the Famous Artist. We are all of us prone to judge by externals, our early training In copybook maxims notwithstanding, says Harrison Fisher in Dress. Emeline may have a lovely disposition, but that cannot hide the fact that there are knots in her shoestrings, and though Beatrice sings like an angel, her gown fastens most untidily. Emellne’s friends might be almost as sweet tempered as she is If her boots were not enough to make them cross/ No less would the songs of Beatrice stir more hearts without the distractions of gaping hooks and mißsing buttons. Externals do count, however broad we may think our views to be. It is a common observation that a man gets an impression of a thing as

The morning’s work had begun. It was always a course race, the Cup event, and in many places the way lay over hastily prepared country roads. Here and there men were still at work, banking turns or smoothing the ground. On the second time around, the Mercury struck an edged stone and lost a tire with a sharp report. Stanton drew up by the roadside. and Floyd ran back to pitch the mischief-making rock into the fields. “George and Palmer are out," he observed, returning. “They might come to grief on it, too. Besides, we ourselves might hit it again. I like e track race." “So do I. How many tires left?” “Three.” They worked rapidly, both for practice and from force of habit The Duplex roared past at a leisurely gait, while they were busy, its driver waving a hand in sympathetic greeting. Floyd paused to wave a response, and presently the Mercury sped after its rival. Before ten o’clock they had lost another tire. “Those tires in yet?" demanded Stanton, when he again drew up before the repair pit. The harassed assistant manager shook his head, exhibiting a sheaf of yellow telegrams. “Not yet. The Ruby Company telegraphs that they shipped the order last week by express; the express company telegraphs that they sent the carload on from Chicago two days ago and it must be here.” “The freight car must have been left in the New York yards, instead of being sent out here.” deduced Stanton exasperatedly. “New York says it isn’t there.’’ “Perhaps they shipped the order to the Mercury factory by mistake. Floyd suggested. Mr. Green looked at him in scorn. “Os course I 'phoned there first of ail. The chief says they are not there, either, and to telegraph all along the line until we trace the car-” “Have you done it?" Stanton inquired. “I’m doing it now. I've got as far west as Utica and each freight yard denies having them.” . “We’ll go to lunch, Floyd. The an swers will come in meanwhile.” There was a 'hotel near-by, which Mr. Green fuade his headquarters, and where Stanton and Floyd chose to stay. A good many of the other drivers and officials also remained for that night. “I’d run into little old New' York." the drivtr of the Atalanta car ex plained to Stanton, “only I’m afraid it ain’t healthy to go through Brooklyn so often.” To the hotel the answers continued

to come all that afternoon, until Mr. Green and the office were snowed over by strips of yellow paper. The larger the city and the more crowded Its freight yard, the longer the time required to make the search for the missing car and report the result to Long Island. After four o’clock, the roads were again open for practice until sunset. The Mercury went out for a couple of circuits, and lost another tire by skidding on a turn. After that the car stood before its camp,—“Afraid of wearing out her last pair of shoes,” Floyd informed solicitous questioners. “Can’t you buy them somew* yre else?” chafed the irritated Stanton. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

a whole. If he notices any detail, it ’is apt to be a sign that something is wrong. Carelessness, however, in the dress of either men or women, is usually betrayed by details. Suppose that we ourselves have so far developed our minds and sensibilities that we form our opinions by what is, and not by what seems, are we not in constant embarrassment explaining our careless friends to others who are lesß condoning? It Is a very human failing to wish our friends to appear well, a kind of vanity, if you like, in proving the excellence of our own taste. There is no law requiring us to placard our qualities to open view. How can our fellow mortals get any Idea of us at the start of acquaintance except by the eye? She Leads. “How do they get along together aa man and wife?” "Oh, tandem."

The Divine Healer By REV. PARLEY E. ZARTMANN, D.D. Secretary of Extcnaoa Department Moody BibU inamute. Chicago

TEXT—"Why marvel ye at this? . . . yea. the faith which Is through him hath given him this perfect soundness In the presence of you all.” Acts 3:12. 16.

These two verses are very impor j . tant; they mark ’ the crisis in the story of the first apostolic miracle after Pentecost; the story setß forth the type of the ministry, message and motive of the church; we see that spiritual work (even along physical lines) went hand in hand with spiritual power, and

we must face two or three plain questions as to matters of fact. Is Christ the same as he was then? Is he able to do now what he did then? Are we in the same condition of need—difficulties, habits, sins? How far may I expect help from Jesus? If God’s word shows me what Jesus is able to do, will I trust him for it, as men and women did then? The study of the story and of the entire word of God will give me an affirmative answer to all these questions except the last one—that I must answer for myself; for It is still true that, although Jesus is able to save to the uttermost, he can save only those who come to God by him and who will accept the healing power of the Great Physician. The gospels tell us of many varieties of sickness dealt with by Jeeus; these are all types of sin and of Christ’s power to heal. Take four typical illustrations: Leprosy, or the guilt and defilement of sin; palsy, or the impotence of sin; fever, or the passion of sin; demoniac possession, or the slavery of sin. Or, take three typical cases from the gospel according to St. Luke: (1) 6:17, palsied limbs; (2) 6;6-10, the withered hands; (8) 13:10-13, the bowed-down woman. In all these cases Jesus not only healed the body, but be stands forth as able to heal the sin of which the bodily ailment Is a type. No case is too hard for Jesus. His diagnosis is thorough and correct; his treatment is appropriate and adequate; his power is "unto the uttermost.” There will be no need to come again. He euros in different ways, but always with perfect understanding and with satisfactory results. The man at the Beautiful Gate of the temple expected only alms from Peter and John, but he got what was as surpassing quality and value—healing, in the name and through the power of Jesus of Nazareth. “And they were filled with wonder and amazement at that which had happened unto him.” That hour of prayer became an opportunity for the manifestation of the power of Jesus Christ, an unexpected blessing to the iame man, and the occasion of a great ■ermon by Peter. How graciously and generously God deals with us! ’’Exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think.” Not alms, but healing; not silver, but salvation; not gold, but grace and gladness; not out«side, begging, but beyond the Beautiful Gat®, Inside the temple, “walking, and leaping, and praising God.” Is Christ the same today? Can he do that work of forgiveness and sanctification now? And IS he willing to lo It? Thousands can testify and say ’’Yes.” On which side of the gat® are you? Are you outside, distressed, liseased, despairing, dying? Do you cry out In vain for help? There is no reason why you may not be on the ather side, rejoicing in the sense of tins forgiven, righteousness imputed, life imparted, Joy planted. Only one reason—" Wilt thou be made whole?” “Perfect soundness,” and in a moment. “And immediately.” He is the healer divine. As such he is able not only to make “better,” but to make well. “My case is too hard.” Ido not know how far your disease has gone, how dark the night may seem, how deep the sin dwells, but I do know the power of this healer in each and every case intrusted to him—nothing is too hard for God. His ability is omnipotent and his love matches his power. He may deal painfully, but It will also be effectively. In the days of his fiesh he healed by a word, .or a touch: now by the Holy Spirit Still the Great Physician stands in the presence of sin-bur-dened ones saying, “Arise,” “stretch forth thine hand,” “thou art loosed from thine infirmity," “I will, be thou clean." Put him to the test, and find “Jesua Christ, the same, yesterday, today, yes, and forever.” “Yea, the faith which is through him hath given him this perfect soundness in the presence of you all." , Doing the Will. y “And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which Is In Christ Jesus.” These two, faith and love, are the fair blossoms from which spring the fruitage of the true Christian life. Without thehi life is a barren 'and hopeless thing; with them it is raised into the heavenlies, even here on earth. To walk by divine guidance rather than by our own self-promptingß—doing the will of* God, according to oar knowledge, walking by faith and not by sight, that is the Christian’s part. As one great thinker has put it, “Is not this the life of faith, which walks by your side from your rising in the morning to your lying down at night—which lights up for you the cheerless world, and transfigures all that you encounter, whatever be its outward form, with hues brought down from heaven?” That Is the life of faith indeed, life lighted by faith and glowing with love. And no such life can •ver fail when it is energized by that grace which was in Christ our Lord. 1

111 HANDS Postal Savings System Under; Man of Experience. Former Governor Dockery, Who Devoted Many Years to the Banking Business, Now Supervises the Deposits. Washington.—For the first time since its inception the postal savings system is to be administered by an experienced banker. Third Assistant Postmaster General Dockery, before he became interested in wider political life, was in the banking business. As far back as 1866 he organized with the assistance of a coterie of his financial friends the Farmers’ Exchange bank of Gallatin, Mo. Later he became its cashier and remained such until 1882. While in many respects the postalsavings depositories are widely different from banking institutions, in the ordinary acceptance of the term, still there is much similarity noticeable, and for this reason, more than for any other, it is said, Postmaster General Burleison was influenced to call to his assistance in the administration of the new system that means so much to the saving population of the country the experience of a trained banker. The last reports that may be said to be complete thus far cover the system up to March 31 last. At that time there were 12,823 depositories, located at 12.160 postoffices, of which 8,222 were of the presidential class and 8,938 were fourth-class offices. The number of depositors at that date approximated 335,000, and the amount on deposit about $33,500,000, or an average of about SIOO per depositor. Alexander M. Dockery. About $21,600,000, or more than threefifths of the entire deposits, were held in 251 postoffices, each of which recorded deposits amounting tp $15,000 or more; $15,000,000, approximately, was held in 37 offices, each holding about SIOO,OOO or more. New York leads the list with deposits amounting to $2,366,049, with Chicago second, $1,689,024; Brooklyn third, with $876,091, and Portland, Ore., the leading city in the west, fifth, with $718,745. Washington ranks twen-ty-seventh, with $153,560, and Astoria, Ore., the low-est on the scheduled list, thirty-seventh, with $107,866. In addition to this big sum in deposits, representing the savings of the country, so far as the postal system Is concerned, $2,389,120 of the depositors’ savings have been converted into interest-bearing 2% per cent. United States bonds. While the faith of the United States government is specifically pledged to the return of the money when demanded, the deposits, under the law. are for the most part in solvent banks organized under national or state laws and subject to national or state supervision, including savings banks and trust companies doing a banking business. Os these 7,248 institutions have qualified as depositories, including 3,808 national banks, 2,412 state banks, 401 savings banks, 572 trust companies and 54 “organized” private banks. A story is going the rounds on Secretary of the Navy Josephus Daniels. It is said that aftShould Change er an experience His Uniform. ■» Washington hotel where he was to be one of the principal speakers at a banquet the North Carolina secretary remarked that he is meant for the life of a country town. Arriving at the hotel, so the story goes. Secretary Daniels took an elevator for the banquet halt, where he was met by a distinguished looking man who apparently was a foreigner. With typical southern courtesy, the navy secretary bowed. “I’m glad to see you,” he said. “That foreign persons of distinction should take an interest in our politics is gratifying to me. We are a new people, sir, but—” “The distinguished looking man” interrupted with — “Name und number, blease?” “Name and number?” repeated Mr. Daniels. “What number?" “Ze zeat number,” answered the other. “Eaf you gif me that, I’ll find your zeat for you.” “Are you a waiter?” asked Mr. Daniels with amazement. “If you blease, sir.” “Then, by George, you should change your uniform so I could tell you from the guests of honor,” said Mr. Daniels. Gastronomic Feat. My niece, aged four years, saw her grandmother take some medicine contained in an unusually large capsule. When the feat had been accomplished the astonished child ran to me with the exclamation: “O annty, grandma swallowed her medicine —bottle and all.”— Exchange. Missed It “How do you like that joke I just now told you? It’s a foreign joke.” “Well, It’s certainly foreign to me. I I don’t see the point."

William C. Redfield. secretary o. commerce, in commenting on the de tailed figures con Exports and cerning the imImports Bia. p° rts and exports r * of the United States for the month of March and the nine months ended March, said: “The figures are striking, both in their magnitude and in their details. The aggregate business, inward and outward, of the rUnited States with foreign countries for the nine months was a little-in excess of $3,300,000,000 —an impressive total,'which if maintained at the same rate would bring the business for the entire fiscal year well In excess of $4,100,000,000. “Great Britain is our largest customer, buying from us over $478,000,000, and selling us over $234i,000,000, an aggregate for the nine months in excess of $712,000,000, or a total business of nearly $80,000,000 a month. Canada is our second best customer, buying from us $300,000,000 in pinej months, equal to nearly $1,300,000 every working day. A pretty fair customer, that. Then Germany comes third, buying $268,000,000 from us in nine months and selling us $146,000,000. She is a pretty fair customer, too—buys over $1,000,000 a day. And fourth comes France, to whom we sold $120,000,000, and from whom we bought $112,000,000. “The figures for the entire nine months are such as to give just pride to every thoughtful American to whose notice they come. Out of the total transactions of $3,300,000,000 there is a balance in our .favor of a little over $500,000,000. Doing pretty well, that. But a few- comparisons with 1912 make it look even better. For example, our sales of manufactures for further use in manufacturing increased over $56,000,000 and our sales of manufactures ready for use increased over the same period last year $88,500,000, an increase in these two lines of manufactured goods alone of over $114,500,000, as compared with the same period of last year. ” Pointing to the number of deaths from typhoid fever for the year 1911 as being the lowTyphoid Death est on record, a Toll Reduced. statement of the bureau of the census declares, however, that this is far in excess of the mortality from this cause in progressive European country. This reduction, it says, “indicates that the public health officials of the country and the people who support their efforts are awakening to the necessity of wiping out this filth disease.” ( The statement declares that in 1911 there were 12,451 deaths from this; cause in the registration area. This is a death rate of 21 per 100,000 compared with 23.5 the year previous. Lower death rates are also noted in tuberculosis, measles, scarlet fever, cancer, infantile paralysis and organic diseases of the heart. Increases were shown in the-deaths from pellagra, suicide and violent deaths excluding suicide. v The increase in the mortality from pellagra was large, according to the statement. During the early part o! the decade, 1900 to 1909, the reported mortality from this disease was insignificant, two deaths being returned for 1900, two for 1903 and one for 1904. For 1908, 23 deaths were re turned, all of which occurred in south ern cities. A large increase was shown in 1909, during which IK deaths were reported, and a still larg er increase for 1910, when 368 deaths were reported as due to this disease. The mortality of 659 for 1911, as com pared with 368 for 1910, indicates an increase of 79 per cent. An important statement in the cen sus bureau’s paper is that organic diseases of the heart in 1911 caused more deaths, 83,525, than any othei disease or group of diseases shown in the abridged international list, although the number of deaths from tuberculosis of all forms, 94,205, was considerably greater. However, th* | death rate from organic heart troubls in 1911 was slightly lower than thal for the preceding year, but the rate for these two years is declared to be much higher than that of previous years. After reading that so many congress men had obtained their election to the house of represen It Was Case tatives “without of Necessity. to hear one southern member the other day admit to a few intimates that if he were haled before the ba* of justice he would have to acknowledge that he had bought votes to secure his nomination and election. “It was a case of necessity, though,” he added, “because my opponent was doing the same thing.” The congressman went on to relate an incident of the last November elections. “I overheard my campaign manager talking with one of his assistants. The latter was protesting that a voter had taxed him $5 for his vote. “My manager exclaimed angrily: ‘I won’t stand for it. It is an outrage. We have never paid more than $3 for his vote. But then I suppose the other side has been after him. However, before we let the other party get him I reckon we will have to meet his figure. Hold him down, though, if you can.’ ” A new member of congress who was present was frankly amazed. “Suppose detectives Bhould have , heard your manager admit he was buying votes ?" “Well,” replied the other, “detectives did come to my district once, but the sheriff arrested them for carrying concealed weapons.” Mourned Hie Lost Youth. In the ground of Sketty hall, near Swansea, Wales, the residence of the late Mr. Gsn Vivian, is a large, grassentwined gravestone which is probably ' unique. It was erected by Mr. Vivian himself to the memory of his lost youth, and on It are inscribed some pathetic lamentations In elegant verse. Senatorial Saying. “Let me go on the junkets of a country,” says Senator Wombat, “and 1 care not who makes the laws.”

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OF COURSE IT WAS THAT ONE Given Two Pennies for a Set Purpose Which Would a Boy Naturally Prefer to Lose? Dull and gray was the afternoon. Slowly, with reluctant footsteps, Walr ter William made his way toward the Sunday school. If the truth be told In ane fell swoop, he was not a lover of Sunday school, and were it not for parental compulsion, would easily have found some other way of congenially passing the time. As so often happens when one la down in the dumps, another bitter blow was in store for Walter William. He had two beautiful new pennies, one for the Sunday school, and its brother for the purpose of buying sweets, or some similar delicacy. Unhappily he lost one of the bright new coins, and in due time reported the event at the maternal headquarters. “But, Walter, which of the two pennies did you lose?” Back came the reply, like a rifle bullet: “Oh, the Sunday school one, mother, of course!” Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy tor Infants and children, and see that it In Use For Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castor!* Plenty of Fuel. “Coal’s out,” announced the office boy, “Urn.” “Shall I try to scare up some more.” j “No,” said the rural editor. “Spring poems will be coming in soon.” iProgress. “Thirty years ago.” Bald a woman of middle age, “it was the custom of demure girls to sit In public conveyances with their silk-gloved wrists crossed. It Is now the custom of demure girls to sit in public conveyances with their silk stockinged anklea crossed.” — New York Sun. Saloon Closed for Cat “Closed on account of the loss of Scotty’s cat ‘Nigger.’ ” This sign on the door of Scotty’s saloon at Ninth and Elm streets, Cincinnati, caused much comment Two iays ago the cat disappeared, j When the cat did not put In an appearance, Scotty hung oat a sign draped In green tissue paper and bordered by carnations to tell his custom mere that he had closed the saloon In mourning for his pet Hopeless Case. Miss Irene Gillicuddy, of Millville, Miss., writes: “I have a gentleman friend who has been keeping company with me all this year, but who has never indicated or intimated that ho wishes to be considered other than o friend of mine. I am nineteen year* old, with ruby lips, rose-pink cheek*, golden hair, azure eyes and a gentle disposition. Do you think I should hang ap some mistletoe and accident tally stand beneath it while he la around, just to encourage him?” “frene, if a young man needs the encouragement of mistletoe under the circumstances, there is no hope for him.”

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