The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 9, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 26 June 1913 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of great automobile race the mechanician of the Mercury. Stanton’s machine, drops dead. Strange youth. Jesse Floyd, volunteers, and is accepted. In the rest during the twentyfour hour race Stanton meets a stranger. Miss Carlisle, who Introduces herself. The Mercury wins race. Stanton receives flowers front Miss Carlisle, which he Ignores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a train. They alight to take walk, and train leaves. Stanton and Miss Carlisle follow In auto. 'Accident by which Stanton Is hurt is mysterious. Floyd, at lunch with Stanton, tells of his boyhood. Stanton again meets Miss Carlisle and thev dine together. Stanton conies to track sick, but makes race. They have accident. Floyd hurt, but not seriously At dinner Floyd tells Stanton of hls 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 Floyd meet again and talk business. Th< y agree to operate automobile factory as partners. Floyd becomes "suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Stanton again visits Jessica, :tti<i they become fast fr onds. Stanton becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Jits’' ht fore important race tires needed for Stanton's car are delayed. CHAPTER Xl—(Continued). The assistant manager stared in a reproach touched with hysteria. His collar was wilted, his eye-glasses dangled by their cord. .“Buy them? Buy enough racing tires fitting the Mercury to last you ' for a three hundred mile road race, and get them here by to-morrow morfiing? What's the matter, with you, Stanton?” ~ “Well, since there is nothing to do but eat. come to.dinner, Floyd," said the” other. “ “It- isn’t dinner, it’s supper,” corrected his mechanician. “This is the country and you had your dinner at noon. But I’ll come, anyhow.” At the table in the course of the meal, a small tea-pot was set before Slantoh. , “Chocolate, sir.” he. was apprised. “Why, you had hone at luncheon!” The pompadoured waitress giggled. “No, sir. But the gentleman sent a boy after some and came down and saw the cook, and cook’s that fond of nonsense, and she fifty-four next December —” Stanton looked across Into Floyd’s mirthful gray eyes. “I hadn't, anything better to do," was. the malicious explanation. “And 1 was’afraid your nerves would go to pieces' it you didn't- get your usual drug and then you’d wreck us to-mor-row." “He’d coax a bird off a tree, sir,” the departing maid. “Give me your cup and have some.” Stanton briefly commanded. “Going to throw it at me. like yon did that jug of water on the first night we raced together?" teased his companion, obeying. Stanton’s head lifted slightly, the regard in which he enveloped Floyd was - almost savage in its leap of intense and tenacious passion. Such a glance from man to woman would have been a declaration, from man to man it was not a thing to be voiced. Floyd himself faltered before it, stalled into pallor. ■‘You can throw it at me. if you like, a-r.-d square up,” was all Stanton said, and reached for the sugar-bowl with his customary nonchalance. “Thanks; it’s boiling, 1 guess I won’t,” Floyd acknowledged. But he did not look at the other, and his manner was troubled The meal was ended and the evening had commenced, when a telegram came in from New York. ‘Car marked Ruby Co. consigned to Mercufly Co. Coney Island, left here last night.” Mr. Green uttered a howl and felt for the telephone. ‘ “They’ve shipped the car to Coney Island instead of to Long Branch.” he raged. “The tires must be out at the Beach track, or near it.” “Don’t telephone; send some one out there to get them,” advised Stanton. practically. ■‘l’ve got to be here, and I can’t get our New York men in time, now.” “Well, I’ll go, then. Coney litand has got to be raked fine and the tires brought here as soon as they are found.” “You? You? Traveling and wearing yourself out on, the eve of a gruel- * ling race? No. Go to bed and get your rest, please, Stanton. I’ll send some one” Stanton did not go to bed, but he went into, the hotel room across the hall and played billiards with three of his fellow-drivers. He was less forbidding, less caustic of speech than formerly. Floyd had taught him the art of companionship. Before the game envied, the four players found themselves very good company and drank, a good night in Apollinaria, to the landlord’s Bacchic disgust. ■ About ten o’clock, Stanton looked into the-apartment where Mr. Green sat between the telegraph operator and the telephone. "Where is Floyd?” he casually wondered. . • “Hello, hello—no, hold the wire. < What is it? Floyd? Oh, he’s gone to Coney Island. Hello, yes—wrong number.” “To Coney Island! You sent him?” “He offered to go,” Mr. Green jerkily imparted. “Please go to bed, won’t you? Floyd can take care of himself, I should think, and he has had a two weeks’ rest to get ready for this.” “What do you mean ? He has been woyking at the factory or with you ever since we came back from Indianapolis.” tn a nervous exasperation the assistant manager whirled his chair around. “He had a two weeks’ vacation,” he reiterated crossly. “He told me that he was going oft by himself for a quiet rest. You don’t have to know everyStanton. I fancy he needed a

rest after what you put him through out west, he asked me not to tell you about it. Hello —454 —” Stanton paused for a moment, dumb, then turned on his heel and went out. He was so stunned and bitterly angered that little red flecks danced before his vision. Floyd had lied to him, systematically deceived him; in order to escape from his too pressing friendship. no doubt. He remembered that the mechanician had always shrunk from’his personal advances and only yielded to them under compulsion. Now he understood the letter which he had received the previous night from Green, and Mr. Bailey's confused answer to his question about Floyd. He had been put off to be amused by Jessica, until Floyd was again ready to use him in the plans for the Comet factory. Jessica! Stanton stopped short in the dark hall. Had Jessica also deceived him? Was she too playing a part in order to keep him in a good humor? He struck his clenched hand violently against the wall beside him. "What’s that?" cried the affrighted Mr. Green, within the room. “Who —” "I ran against the wall in the dark." Stanton called, his voice a little hoarse, but evenly controlled. “Good night." “Good night. We’ll fix things all right, Stanton; you take a good sleep." “I shall," promised the driver. He did not. At seven o’clock, the next morning. Mr. Green burst into the hotel diningroom where Stanton was at’breakfast. "He’s got them! They’re coming.” he rejoiced maniacally. “The car wasn’t at Brighton, but he located it ten miles farther over, on a siding. And he raised such a disturbance around the express people’s ears that they unloaded the tires then ami there, and rushed out two motor trucks to cart them across to us. They’ll be here by eight and the race starts at nine. I have been up all night—an hour ago it looked as if you would have to be withdrawn from the contest for lack of a few sets of rubber tires. That fool tire company!” He wiped his forehead. “.Don’t you want to come out to®the course, after you finish here? Floyd is due on the train which arrives in fifteen minutes, if he isn’t smothered by the crowd. I never saw such a mob of people; they have been coming since dawn; all night, in fact, and they’re still coming." “Yes," acquiesced the other unemotionally. His dark face gave an 1 # -t a ® twl® l>. ' n I > Played Billiards With Three of His Fellow Drivers. effect of teronzelike immobility, his blue-black eyes held steel gliuts. “Well,” the assistant manager resumed. and paused. The pompadoured waitress was leaning between them, placing a teapot on the table. “Chocolate, sir,” she giggled. Stanton pushed back his chair, then checked himself as sharply. “No," he stated, and set the pot away from before him. The movement was’not violent, but there was in it so much poorly restrained force that the china vessel shattered upon striking the table and all the fragrant brown liquid ran over the white cloth. The girl exclaimed in dismay, Mr. Green stared, Stanton only dropped a dollar-bill beside his plate and rose to go.

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Queer Requirements Made in France That Official Records May Be Completed. In France, as in some other countries, every citizen has an official history. Not as varied and interesting as his real history, but still important. From this there follow at times quaint .consequences. If a woman is married, for example, a wife she remains officially though the husband may be missing. Consider the case of the painter who went fishing on Anthie bay. He has not since been seen. The body of one man who went with him was washed ashore lifeless. . You would call this tolerably convincing proof that his wife had been made a widow. She thought so and in due time she sought to have it recorded in her official history that she was a widow. We are familiar with applications to a court of justice for leave to presume the death of persons who have vanished. But the French judge was not to be so easily persuaded as our courts. The wife was in her official history a wife and there was no certificate to justify her appellation being changed to widow. Without a certificate or reasonable documentary evidence no man obviously ought to die. There was away round. The bereaved woman applied foe a divorce on

“I am ready," he signified. The Mercury camp was a scene of animated preparation, twenty minutes later, when Floyd emerged from the dense press of arriving spectators and gained the Inclosure. The assistant manager almost received him in his arms, the rest of the force clustered around. Gay, blithe, triumphant, here, .if it wasn’t for you.” he declared, once. • \ “I’m awfully bright,” Floyd agreed, but he did not smile. The machines were preparing to go to their stations for the start, Stanton was in his seat at the wheel, when Floyd came over, and leaning against the car, looked up into the driver’s face. “What have I done?” he asked sim plyBoth men were still unmaskeA their privacy of speech was secured by the uproar around them. Stanton looked grimly back. “Lied to me. You were not kept away from New York by work with Green, or any other work, for the last two weeks.” A tinge of scarlet streaked Floyd’s pallor, he bent his head. "Yes, I lied to you," he admitted. Stanton’s gauntleted hand closed on his wheel. “There was no need. Your time was your own. Floyd: I claimed no control over you. I don’t know why you did it, to be rid of me for a while. I suppose, but the reason doesn't matter. Last night 1 thought a good many wild things about you. and your sister, but this morning I’ve got my grip again. No doubt you had all you could stand of me, I’m not precisely lovable and I would have understood it you had just told hie so. But I will have no friend I can’t trust all the way. Get in—we will finish this race, and part." Floyd raised his head and gave to the stern scrutiny his candid gray eyes. “Stanton, trust me all the way now,” he appealed. “Can you do that? Can you take my word that your friendship is the only thing in the world I want? If I deceived you. it was so I could be here to race with you to-day. I will tell yon afterward. I can’t now." “You mean —” Floyd held out his hand. “I’ve got everything badly mixed up., but it’s clean to offer you, Stanton.” As swiftly impulsive as his condemnation was Stanton’s movement as he bent to give the clasp. “All right." he said curtly. “Get i?E I ought to have given you a chance." And as the other obeyed: "I didnt mean to meet you as I did. ♦ hour ago, anyhow; it slipped me." “They’re signaling," warned Mr. Green, hurrying over. “Are you ready? Both of you?" From his place beside Stanton. Floyd turned a face of incarnate sunshine to the assistant manager, a face so changed in its color and gio* and warmth that all who saw drew breath in sheer wonder. "We’re ready,” his lilting tones assured. “Don’t worry." Stanton laughed with him. fastening on the mask, and sent the Mercury rolling forward. The world was right once more, and life sane. It was an exquisite morning: windless. cool, with happv inti-' effects of snowy cloud' against a cobalt-blue sky. The October air was a summer distilled cordial, an ethereal intoxicant. The racers had no time to notice it. yet the effect was there. The Speed made on the first laps was rec-ord-breaking. The brown or gray streak of road ahead, the deadly turns, the treacher ous smooth hill down which it was sc easy to make speed and still more easy to meet disaster —for the first hour Stanton had no attention to spare from these. Moreover, the spectators we r e massed over the course in many places, recoiling just enough to leave a lane for each car’s passage, and sc imposing another anxiety upon the drivers who knew the swerve of a foot must bring death to some one. “Car behind,” Floyd’s clear accents gave the familiar cautions, from time to time. “He’s tryin’ to get us before the turn. The Atalanta’s head in the dust." I The pace maintained was the fastest at which the Mercury could be held to the road. It was Stanton’s way to gain the lead first, when possible, then keep a steady average regardless ol his rivals' spurts of speed; unless the race were too short to permit such tactics or the contest too close. Now, at the end of the 'second hour Floyd made the desired announcement, as they shot past the grand stand and the bulletin boards. “We’re leadin’. The tires have been holdin’ fine—look out for them this round." Stanton moved his head affirmatively, his narrowed eyes unswerving from the line of course ahead. Heeding the advice, he did take the turns more carefully. <TO BE CONTINUED.)

the ground of desertion. Since death dispute the most complete kind of desertion, the court of Montreal decided that she could not be denied. So the widow is recognized as an independent woman and apparently both the law and she are satisfied. But you will observe that the official history mus. now record the wife of a dead man as a divorcee, which does not seem very creditable to officla history. Glaciers Caused by Milky Way. Another suggested cause of glacial periods is that they have been due tc the shifting of the milky way, such as is known to have occurred. Assuming that much of the earth’s heat comes from the stars. Dr. Rudolt Spitaler finds that the change of post tion in relation to the milky way might have given a different distribu tion of temperature from that existing at the present time. The stars ar® not only crowded in the region of th® milky way but many of them are oi the hottest type. Dreams of Youth. Son —Oh, father, I should, like ■ Turkish bath. Father—Ah, my boy, when I was young like you, I too, was romantic. — London Opinion.

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Mr. William A. Radford will answer questions and give advice FREE OF COST on all subjects pertaining to the subject of building, for the readers of this paper. On account of his wide experience us Editor. Author and Manufacturer, he is. without doubt, the highest authority on all these subjects. Address all inquiries to William A. Radford, No. 178 West Jackson boulevard. Chicago. 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp for reply. A small story and a half house or cottage of five rooms is shown in this plan. It is twenty-two feet six inches wide by thirty feet in length, and may be built with or without a cellar or plumbing. However, at the time of building a cellar finder a small house like this does not cost a great deal, and no modern house these days should be built without water and gas pipes and electric wiring. Gas is being carried in pipes along thickly settled roads in the country. Almost every village having an enterprising population has a gas plant, and many homes have private plants of their own. Improvements in the manufacture of gas have gone ahead so rapidly of late that it is not necessary for any person, no matter how remote from large cities, to do without this wonderful modern convenience in housekeeping. You can have a good satisfactory water supply both upstairs and down by simply putting a good force pump in the well, or cistern, with a little piping and with a tank sufficient for the day’s supply. You can have a more elaborate system for more money, but the point I wish to make is that no one need do without a water supply under pressure if they really want it. Such houses as this piay be built for very little money. It is difficult to estimate for different localities because prices vary more than half, but I have known just such houses to be built for |l,Boo and finished up in a way entirely satisfactory to the owner. You can make it as much more elaborate as you want to, but generally the

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object in building a small house is to make a comfortable home for a small family at a moderate cost and that is what this design is intended for. After you become thoroughly tired of paying rent and decide to build for yourself, if your family is small and you can manage with two bedrooms, then study this plan over carefully. It is very compact, has three comfortable rooms downstairs and two good well-lighted bedrooms upstairs, with a bathroom between them opening off the hall. You can have as many clothes closets as you want by building them under the low part of the roof in the sides of the bedrooms, in space that is not otherwise utilized. In designing this little house the cost ;has been kept down as much as PVNIAHS IZOCVA r ti |1 I I First Floor Plan. possible by making it very plain and leaving out all unnecessary furbelows that cost extra without giving proportionate returns. Such houses are very much in demand on large farms. If farmers Would build houses like this and place them in nice locations near the highways they would have less difficulty ih securing good farm help. One reason why men object to farm work Is that their living accommodations usually are about a hundred years behind the times. This is unnecessary. It is time for farming communities to wake up to the demand of modern civilization. Houses built after this design look very well when made of cement, and it often happens that a cement house can be built' In a village or country place as cheaply or cheaper than wood. When sand and broken stone can be easily gotten together the cost of mixing and putting the materials together tn the mold is often less than the carmuter work on a frame house, but

this again depends a great deal on circumstances. It is often desirable to build the cellar wall of cement whether the house Itself Is built of it or not The lower part of the- wrall may be built without an outside form if the ground is firm enough to maintain a perpendicular cut long enough to mix the cement and shovel it in. In such cases it is only necessary to put up temporary boarding to form the inside of the wall up to the grade line. Then stakes may be driven and boarding-placed In- » » _ • to-c. 4H w j| \ ' II p*™' i T * BcdWoo-w Second Floor Plan. side of them to build the wall from the grade line up. When this upper portion of the mold is boxed in it is easy to tack mouldings to give the cement any markings desired. In such cases the cement that goes next to the outside planking is made a little richer, and is sometiems plastered on with a trowel before the backing Is filled in. Cement construction is gaining In favor very fast and there are men now in almost every community who have at least a working knowledge of how to put the materials together and do a satisfactory job. A foreman with two

or three unskilled helpers will soon bdild a good cellar wall of concrete that will harden and improve with age. Overruling of a Judge. A judge once awoke in the night to find his room in the possession of two armed burglars. Covered by the pistol of one of the marauders, the Judge watched the proceedings with his usual judicial calm. One of the depredators found a watch. “Don’t take that/' the judge said. “It has little value and is a keepsake.” “The motion is overruled,” replied the burglar. “I appeal,” rejoined the judge. The two burglars consulted, and the spokesman then replied: “The appeal is allowed. The case coming on before a full tribunal of the supreme court, that body is of the unanimious opinion that the decree of the lower court should be sustained, and it is accordingly so ordered.” Pocketing the watch, court adjourned. In the Days of Old. We learn that hot plates were unknown in the days of the Stuarts, that Oliver Cromwell’s wife first introduced cows into S,t. James’ park; that household accounts were originally kept by the husband, not the wife, and that the paper frills “adorning cutlet bones” testify to a period when carving forks were not, and the mistress of the house was obliged to steady the join on- which she was operating by grasping it in her hand. We are reminded that in the seventeeth century women had not yet trespassed on man’s domain of dressmaking and millinery, while man was still excluded from the feminine specialty of brewing—London Athenaeum. That Tired Business Man. “You must not ask your father to go with you to hear a lecture, my dear. You know, he is a tired business man.” “Perhaps he would take me to a concert, then, mother?" “Oh, dear me, no! Your father wants to rest when he gets home. He wouldn’t think of leaving home after supper except for something ol the greaest importance.” “But he went downtown last night?” “I know he did, but that was different I understand there is a barefooted dancer at one of the theaters putting on a performance that your father, as a tired business man, will go miles to see.”—Detroit Free Press. Real Last of the Mohicans. Andrew Harrison, now over seventyfive years of age, is not only one of the “last of the Mohichns,” but is a veteran of the Civil war and a pensioner. He Is now seeking to have his pension Increased. Harrison Is a full blooded Mohican and lives in Massachusetts.

How Shall a Sinner Get Right With God? * By REV. HOWARD W. POPE i Superintendent of Men Moody Bible Institute. Chicago > _ -

TEXT—“How can a man be just with God'?" Job 9:2.

Centuries age Job asked the question, “How can a man be just with God?” In all ages the moral sense of mankind has been raising the same ques .tion. Many an ewers have been given: ! 1. The heathen answered it in this way: “Make an offering to the gods sufficient tc compensate for

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the wrong done.” Hence they brought presents of fruit and flowers, gold and silver, and sometimes they even offered their own children as a sacrifice to the gods. They were always looking for some way of pleasing God without right living. The heathen method is still a favorite one even in Christian lands. Many a man serves the devil all his life, and then builds a library or endows a hospital to atone for his sins. 11. Others say that the way for -a sinner to get right with God is to keep the commandments. Three things are to be said about this method: (a) Keeping the law does not atone for past sins. If one were to obey God’s law perfectly from this time on, that would not atone for the sins of the past. / (b) The law never was designed to save men from aln, but only to show them that they are sinners. When Mr. Moody’s boys were young he said to one of them, "I am going down to'the field, and when I return, if you will have on a clean dress, and if your face is clean, I will take you out for a ride." The little fellow ran to his mother at once and had his face washed and his clothes changed. Before Jiis father returned hovrever, his face and dress were soiled again. "When his father arrived the boy claimed the promised ride, but his father said, “Ah, my boy, I promised you a ride on condition that your face and dress were clean, but they are not.” “Oh. yes,” said the boy. “They must be clean, for mamma put on a fresh dress and scrubbed my face with soap and water.” As the boy insisted, the father took him in his arms, and carrying him into the i house, held him up before the mirror, and let him look at himself. He used the mirror to show the boy that his 1 face was not clean, but he did not use. the mirror to wash his face, did he? No, he usgd water for that. Now the Decalogue is simply God’s mirror to show man that he is a sinner, but there is no power in the law to save a man from sin. It requires grace to do that. (c) No one ever kept the law of God perfectly except the Lord Jesus Christ, for “All have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” This method of getting right with God is an utter failure. 111. Paul’s answer to the question Is this; justification through faith in Christ. “We believed on Christ Jesus that we might be justified by faith in Christ, and not by the works of the law: because by the works of the law shall no fleshy be justified.” (Gal. 2:, 16). Since man has broken away from God by sin, it is evident that if any reconciliation is made, the overture must come from God, since man has nothing to offer. When God told Abraham to take his only son Isaac, and offer him as a sacrifice on Mount Moriah, the aged patriarch obeyed instantly. He even arose “early in the morning,” and set 1 out on his sad journey. When they had reached the appointed place, Isaac said to his father, “Behold the fire and the wood; but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?” And Abraham answered, “My som,- God will provide himself the lamb for * burnt offering/’ ' and God did. So iq all tfce ages the moral sense of mankind has been' searching the universe for some adequate atonement for sin. The best they could find did not satisfy their own sense of justice. The position of the heathen world without the Bible is this, “Lord, this is the best we can find. It is not suitable nor sufficient we know, but what can we do? Behold the wood and the fire, but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?” Revelation answers, “God will provide himself the lamb for the offering,” and he has, even the laml of God who taketh away the sin of * the world. “He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.” This then is the scripture method of getting right with God —justification through faith in Jesus Christ “God was in Christ reconciling the world unto himself, not Imputing their trespasses unto them.” (2 Cor. 5:19). Notice also that it is the death of Christ and not his life which Is the ground of our reconciliation. “Much more then being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from the wrath of God through him.” (Rom. 5:9). Our "Unitarian friends are fond of talking about the beautiful life of Jesus, but the life of Jesus alone is simply a discouragement to the sinner, because he has no power of reproduce that life, were it not for his death. Jesus Christ might have gone about saying beautiful things and doing good until this day, but had he not made atonement for us by his death, we should -still be burdened with the guilt of sin. Not tn the manger, nor •n the mount, nor In the garden was our atonement made, but on the cross. “Who his own self bare our sine in his awn body on the tree-” (I Pet J:24).

A man tan oe almost anything If M has a mind to be —in his mind. Most of us are quite willing to forgive the enemies of other peopla. Mrs. W’.miow-s %wthu:g Symp for CNMtoai teething, soflens the gums, reduces inhiM—UtMMUXayspata.cures windooUeJboa. bottteJS* It takes a romantic girl to write a love letter that means the same thing over and over again. Damage oy Rodents. Rats are said to do damage estimated at $3,000,000 ,in Chicago every year. Love Eternal. They that love beyond the w-orld cannot be separated by it. —William Penn. Submarine Telephony. Submarine telephony ha- been aocomphshed over a distance of 11 miles in England with insulated wires. The Reason. “That boat embraces many points in its stops." “That’s why. then, it is always hugging the shore.” At the Dance. “My friend is a Tnt sensitive because he is wall-eyed ” “Then steer him straight to the wallflowers." Didn’t Lose It. “Ever lose a surgical case?” “Nope. I thought I was going to lose one once, but it came out all right” ‘ The patient came near dying, eh?” “Oh, he died. But his heirs paid for the operation." - Linguist. “I am returning to you because 1 can’t understand a word he says.” * “That doesn’t concern me.’ Madam buys a’parrot from Java; all madam has to do is to learn Javanese.” The Other View. “But, confound it all, you autolst* certainly believe that pedestrians should stick to their rights, don’t you?” “Sure. But. dod blame it all, what can we do when most of ’en> keeps dodging, to their lefts?” Better Test. Crawford —You can judge a man’s character by the way he acts when h® has a tooth bulled. Crabshaw- —I’d very much rather size him up by the way he goes on when he has had his leg pulled.—Puck. The Latest. “I wish you’d state that I am going to star this summer," said the chorus girl to the affable reporter. “Nobody believes that stuff any mor® about chorus girls. But I will say that you are engaged to a steei millionaire.* Doubtful of God’s Power. “Out of the mouth of babes” frequently Come reproaching, regeneratlng*hints of high spiritual value. A little girl whose father was very ill was asked if she had prayed for his recovery. "No,” she replied, her innocent eyes wide and solemn. “I did think of it, but then I wondered if it would be any use. I know God’s bigger ’n’ wiser than people, but I didn’t know if he could kill germs.” HIS QUICK WIT SAVED HIM Poacher Caught in Act by Owner of Manor Gives Good Reason for Being Out Early. One morning Bill the Poacher was engaged in his early morning labors, when suddenly he came face to sacs with the owner of the manor, who natprally Jis thought still lay abed. Gone was the brightness of ths morning the redoubtable squire eyed the uninvited guest, who stammered out a nervous greeting. "G-good morning, sir! What — what brings you out so early?” “Oh,” replied the lord of the land, with haughty stare and an unconscious testing of the light switch h® carried in his hand, “I came out to gain an appetite for breakfast. But why, may I ask, are you out so early?” Living close to nature' makes for quickness and there was scarcely • pause of half a second before Bill r» plied: # “Well, now, squire, that’s curious. Here you come out early to get an appetite for breakfast and I come out to get a breakfast for my appetite.”

Please the Home Folks By serving Post Toasties They are among the good things to eat, but not in the cook book, because they require no cooking. Toasties are always crisp and appetizing — ready to eat direct from the package. You save heaps of time and avoid hot work in the kitchen. Some rich cream —sugar if you want it —or cool fruit juice, with these fluffy bits of corn and you have a dish that is fascinating for . any meal of the day. Toasties are sold by grocers everywhere.