The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 10, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 3 July 1913 — Page 3

1 INGRAjy • 11 efftutor ofT/ie Game andthe Cancffe Merctuy etc.

Is 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 Mercfiry wins race. Stanton receives flowers from Miss Carlisle, which he ignores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a train. They alight to take walk, anl 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 they dine together. Stanton comes to track eick. but makes race. They have accident. Floyd hurt, but not seriously. At dinner Floyd tells Stanton of his twin sister. Jessica. Stanton becomes very ill and loses consciousness. On recovery, at his hotel Stantbn receives invitation and visits Jessica. They go to theater together and meet Miss Carlisle. Stanton and Flovd meet again and talk business. Thev agree to operate automobile factory as partners. Flovd becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Stanton again visits Jessica, and they become fast friends. Stanton becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Just before important ‘ race tires needed for Stanton’s car are delayed. »Floyd traces the tires and brings them to camp. CHAPTER Xl—(Continued). The precaution was justified. On the most dreaded angle of the course came the well-known explosion, immediately followed by a second from the opposite wheel, the Mercury top pled perilously. Floyd was leaning over the back, unstrapping the extra tires, before Stanton had brought the car to a standstill. The two men were out on the ground together, dragging forth tools. Ringed about by pushing, exclaiming spectators, they worked with quick precision, wasting no time in speech. Dustwrapped, two big cars sped by them, the red one hanging doggedly at the flank of the white. “George thinks he’s winnin’,” lisped Floyd mockingly. “But he isn’t goin’ to; we are ” : Stanton was on his feet again. “In with the tools,” he directed, with brevity. But the blue-black eyes and gray exchanged one smiling glance before the Mercury sprang forward. The race began its third hour, as Stanton started out to regain his lost lead. It was noon, a dazzling, breathless noon of azure and gold. Down past the grand-stand with its heaving expanse of color and movement they swept again, the joyous applause coming to them across the roar of their own motor, and on between the walls of people into the quieter back stretch in pursuit of their rivals. There was, a bridge, back there, across a shallow running brook shut in by a strip of autumn-tinted woodland. “Ca? ahead!” Floyd suddenly, as they rushed around a curve and bore down on the crossing. “Look out —Stanton —” In the center of the bridge was a - reeling, staggering car, coming io a halt and striving to maintain its equilibrium meanwhile. The chain had (broken loose, its driver afterward explained, and was lashing the underjmechanism to scrap metal. Seeing too late to stop his own machine, Stanton took the only chance of saving any of the four lives and tried to twist past ithe other car on the narrow bridge. Only a master-driver would have attempted the feat; Stanton carried it to the verge of success. They were along side, passing, when the edge of {the wooden bridge gave way under the double strain. There was the rip of splintering planks, as the Mercury’s outside wheels crushed through the Goering, a shuddering lurch. “Jump!” Stanton shouted his vain Command to Floyd, as they went down. The cool water lapped around his fingers, trickled revivingly across his Intolerably painful arm, gurgling like a joyous voice as it passed by him. (Slowly. with infinite effort, Stanton Bragged himself up upon the other arm, the uninjured right He must See; that was the imperious cry of brain and hpart, to see. It seemed to him years ago that the Mercury had gone off the bridge, yet A he knew the lime could be but moments, since the sjnbulance had not come and he was Still here. His vision was clearing. Yes; ’.here, half in the dainty brook, half >n the green bank, lay the heap of bent and broken metal that had been ■he Mercury racing car. And besideit — > When he drove back the faintness hat blackened the bright noon. Stan |on began to drag his pain- racked ?ody toward what lay beside the Mercury. Movement hurt, hurt unbearably, yet was a less anguish than hought. For he knew, knew the Mechanician seldom escapes. Floyd lay. near the machine, unvaried to outward view except for a Jut over his temple and a stain of blood 'an his lips. His mask and cap were gone, one Jiand was flung out, palm upward, and the torn sleeve left bare the slim arm crossed by the zigzag scar gained at Lowell. He looked very young and strangely grave, as the sunlight and tree-shadows flickered back and forth across his colorless face and shining bronze waves of hair. “Floyd,” Stanton articulated hoarsely. “Floyd!” The brook gurgled cheerfully, a belated oriole flashed past a streak of flame. Stanton’s head sank back down against his mechanician’s inert hand, and the world fell out of knowledge. « • . CHAPTER XII. Jess. It was two weeks- lat.er w r hen Ralph Btanton first reopened conscious eyes, this time upon the immaculate dreariness of a hospital room. A linen-clad nurse stood beside him, and at the ’oot of the bed was a gentleman unmistakably medical. • "Better, Mr. Stanton?” queried the

latter, breezily professional. “Floyd?” Stanton whispered, with difficulty. “Where is Jes Floyd?” The doctor surveyed him oddly, hesitating. But the nurse stooped over him. her expression altering to impulsive compassion. “Well, very well," she assured hastily. “Jes Floyd has gone home. Try to rest ; try not to think of things.” He had known the truth before he asked the question. Stanton quietly turned his face to the wall and fainted, being very weak. In his next conscious interval, he put another demand. “Miss Floyd? She Is alive?” “Yes, oh yes,” the nurse heartily affirmed. “Yes, indeed." Once more Stanton turned to the wall. Jessica had not died when Jes did..then, according to her prediction; the tie of kinship had not held so far. She was in the little apartment, alone. Later in the night his steady; silent gaze drew the attendant to his side. “What is it? You are suffering more?" “Ask her to stop singing.” he begged. “It wasn’t my fault. Ask her to stop.” The nurse took a glass from the table. “There is no one singing. Mr. Stanton, no one at all. Drink this.” “No one? Not out there in the dark?” “No.” He averted his gaze, and remained mute, unprotesting. After that he never lost memory again; not even in sleep.' for he dreamed. Day and night, hour after hour, Jessica’s monotonous song beat through his sick brain. “Oft, in the stilly night—” His nights were not still, always when he closed his eyes he heard some one sobbing, Jessica Floyd weeping for her brother. But gradually the last traces of delirium faded out. Slowly his superb health reasserted its dominion and brought Stanton back to normal life. The fractured bones knit, the otter injuries healed. He never spoke Floyd’s name a sec-

i! iSr / I \ Stanton Surveyed Him With Blank Non-Recognltion.

ond time. Nor did any one mention it to him. The head of the Mercury Company came out from New York to see him and express cordial sympathy. George, who had driven the Duplex to victtiry after the Mercury’s wreck, came to visit him more than once, a blonde, cheery presence; as did the driver of the machine an the bridge who owned his own life to Stanton’s cool fearlessness and skill. Mr. Green brought his fussy condolence. But none of them alluded to Jes Floyd. There was a curious constraint that marked them all, an air of watchfully keeping silent upon some subject constantly present in their minds. -Stanton looked them through and

First of Ahimal Hospitals

More Than 2.000 Years Ago One Was Established in India, Says an Authority. The New York women who have opened a free animal dispensary in this city are regarded as pioneers In a good work. As a matter of fact one must go to the Orient and look back more than 2,000 years to find the first animal hospital known. The famous Buddhist emperor of India, Asoka, whose long reign from 264 to 227 B. C. abounded In many good works, was probably the' earliest to establish a hospital for the treatment of animals; says Our Dumb Animals. Asoka was a true humanitarian as well as a most powerful sovereign and although ruling a vast domain became deeply impressed by the horrors of warfare. He gave up his desire for conquest and the rock inscriptions, which are still extant, record such beneficent edicts of his as the counseling of planting shade trees, the digging of wells, sending out of missionaries, appointment of special officers to super-

through with his hollow blue-black eyes, and asked nothing. It was two months before he could leave the hospital. Winter had shut in, raw and bleak. The day fixed for his departure, the doctor lingered in bidding him good-by. “1 have not wanted you to be worried, Mr. Stanton," he said bruskly. “Not on any account But from the fact that your first question was ‘Jes I imagine you feel some re sponsibility in that matter. May I ask where you are going?” Before the spoken name Stanton winced, but steadily met the other’s inquisitive eyes. 1 “To Miss Floyd," he responded. The doctor held out a hearty hand. “Good. I was sure of it! A patient shows a lot of his character to his physician. Good luck to you—all kinds.” How did he know of unprotected Jessica Floyd? Stanton wearily pondered the question as he descended to the carriage. Or rather, how did he know of Stanton’s feeling of responsibility toward her?. The mechanician was supposed to take his chance with th® driver. Perhaps delirium had revealed the close bond of friendship between Floyd and himself. At the railroad station, a tall young man approached him. as the train whistled in the distance. “My name is Richards." he announced diffidently. “You’re hardly on your feet yet, Mr. Stanton; if there is anything I can do for you on the "trip into the city, I’d be glad.” Stanton surveyed him with blank non-recognition. “You don’t remember me?” the young man tried again. “Have you forgotten the cub reporter who followed you on the afternoon you were arrested for speeding your machine in Pelham Parkway? You let your companion give me the story.” Stanton put out his hand, the poign ant memory unendurable. “Yes. yes. What of it?” “It gave me my start, it meant a big life for me; ‘and I didn’t forget It. I made the accounts of the accident at the Cup race as easy for Miss Floyd as I could, when they came out. There was bound to be some sensationalism.” “Thank you,” Stanton made brief acknowledgment. “There is nothing that you can do for me.” The train was hissing at the platform, but the reporter pursued him a step farther. “You, you’ll look after Miss Floyd, Mr. Stanton? That’s square?” The driver turned an amazed resent ful glance upon his questioner, his hand on the rail. But. hardly aware why, he answered, however glacially. “Yes, sir.” * The reporter beamed at him. radiant. “I knew it,” he called, above the roar and clang of the starting train. “I knew it was all right.” A dull gray sky arched above a

snow-patched landscape, flurries o» snow were in the harsh air. Stanton sat with unseeing eyes directed out the window, chin in hand, much as he had found Floyd sitting in the west bound train the night they started for Indianapolis. September sunlight, October crimson and gold, all gone. A delicate fragrance drifted around him, there was the frou-frou of soft garments as some one took the seat facing him. Stanton looked up, and saw Valerie Carlisle opposite, her blond fairness framed in dark Velvets and furs, her amber eyes regarding him from beneath the shadow of her wide plumed hat. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

vise charities, the establishing of hos pitals for human kind and animals. It is of interest to know that the i last remaining of Asoka’s hospitals was devoted to animals. It covered twenty-five acres and was divided into proper wards and courts for the accommodation of the patients. When an animal was sick or injured its master had only to bring it to the hos pital, where it was cared for without regard to the caste of its owner, and where, if necessary, it found an asylum in old age. - Where Thoughts Are Voiced. “What we want is freedom oi speech!” “Well,” replied the citizen who refuses to be discontented, “if you don’i think we have it go with me and sit in the bleachers the next time they play ball.” Almost Perfect. He doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t chow, he doesn’t drink and still is true Unto the wfte he once did wed, but leads a lonesome Ute, 'tin said. '

BUILDS’. S Jp

Mr. William A. Radford will answer I questions and give advice FREE OF I COST on all subjects pertaining to the ! subject of building, for the readers of this I paper. On account of his wide experience * as Editor, Author and Manufacturer, he : is, without doubt, the highest authority ' on all these subjects. Address all inquiries - to William A. Radford, No. 17S West I Jackson boulevard, Chicago, 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp for reply. A small, square house with a cottage roof is shown In the accompanying perspective view and plans. The severe plainness of the design is relieved by the projection of the cornice, which gives the house a rather distinguished appearance. This is a small house, with only six rooms besides a nice front hall and a bath-rot-ra; but it is convenient and well arranged, and the rooms are fairly large The parlor and dining rooms are exceptionally good rooms for a dwelling of these dimensions. It is quite the fashion now to make long living rooms, and there is much to recommend it. The furniture may be placed to so much advantage, and there is room to use good, big easy chairs and couches. According to old-fashioned plans, a room 17 feet 6 inches long would be out of the question in a house of this size. It is easy to make big, light, airy rooms if you have money enough to build a big house; but it is not easy to get commodious and comfortable rooms in a small house. It takes a good deal of ingenuity and careful planning to get six good rooms, in addition to necessary accessories, in a house 28 by 32 feet. A feature of this house that will appeal to the women is the built-in sideboard, which faces the dining room, and also faces the kitchen. A piece of furniture like this is a great convenience and comfort to a housekeeper. Such things were unknown up to within a few years. There are a great many little things to be kept in order in the kitchen, and there are some larger things that persistently

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get in the way unless you have a place i to put them. The kitchen part of this house is a perfect workshop. It is in such easy communication with the cellar, with the vestibule, where the ice box is kept, and with the pantry, which has double doors to shut the smell of cooking from the dining room, that house work becomes a pleasure. Placing the sink is a study in itself. It is convenient to the built-in sideboard, and also to the pantry. Every woman who does her own work will appreciate this convenience, because it saves steps, it saves time, and it is just right in every way. The steps to the Cellar land in the front part of the house, where the cellar is the coolest for the storage of fruits and vegetables. By partitioning off a room in this corner, away from the furnace, the cellar may be utilized to the very best advantage. The hall takes up little room downstairs and hardly any room upstairs —an advantage that comes from building a sensible square house. You get the whole thing in a nutshell, with gK . /IPM txrv/cvc ztooaJ I Lili J 9 B Ai-oA'r-o U KrrcHm II I . • < lr i " rTI AAcl First Floor Plan. light, air, and concentrated convenience—all under one little four-corner-ed roof. There is great difference of opinion in regard to a covered porch. You seldom want to sit outdoors when it rains, even if you have a roof over you; and the appearance is a mere question of preference. Some folks are always kicking about a porch because it darkens the rooms in the house. There is no such objection to a porch of this kind. Sun, air, and light, all have a fair chance at every window, and you still have an opportunity to sit outdpors if you want to. Only one chimney is necessary, but

this should be a good one. It should be built for business, with sufficient capacity to keep the air moving in the right direction. Whoever builds thia house will want to put a grate in the cornor of the parlor some day; then he or she will appreciate the forethought that suggested a good chimI U 1 . I h oath ’roo*\" UJL I I < —— -w ■ .j/TIMBIMIIMIwJ C>lrO ROC F Second Floor Plan. ney frith three separate flues to start with. There is a cement wainscoting in the kitchen and bathroom, 4 feet 8 inches high. If this is carefully put in t as it should be, it is fully equal to tile; in fact, if it Is rightly done, it is better than tile.' because it is more solid. It is easy to get a poor job of cement work in places like this; but that is usually the fault ot the owner, because he is careless about the superintendence of the construction. After securing the best workmen and supplying the best materials, it is necessary to follow up the details as the building progresses. It is one thing to get a good set of plans, but it is quite another to see that the building is put up according to specifications. One feature in connection with this house that is about as interesting as anything else, is the price. Similai houses have been built for $1,400,

j without heating or plumbing; but they have been built under especially faI vorable circumstances. It would ba much safer to estimate $1,600 or sl,700 in small places, or more in the larger cities. BARRELS EXPLODED BY RAIN jThey Were Filled With Lime, and Watchman Got Off One Just In Time. When workmen who are building an apartment building at Sixty-sixth street and Park avenue left, they took ordinary precautions against rain. They covered twenty-four barrels of lime with a sheet of canvas and fastened it down with planks. The ra‘a came and ran through crevices. Mike Dolan, the watchman, sat on one of the barrels in the early morning hours. He felt very warm, and got off to investigate. The next minute there was a roar, and the barrel jumped up. The rest of the barrels jumped up and exploded, and the wooden containers caught fir®. When the firemen came, all hands worked with shovels and threw sand on the lime until it resembled mortar. Then Dolan found another seat. —New York Evening Post. Centenarians. Statistics gathered by the painstaking Germans says that there were in Europe, at the last count, more than 7,000 persons over a century old. The richer the country, apparently, the fewer persons attain extreme old age. Bulgaria heads the list with 3,888 centenarians, with Its neighbors, Roumania and Servia, next with 1,704 and 573. Spain has 410 and France 213; no other country has more than 200. England has only 92, and the three Scandinavian states were a? the bottom of. the list, Denmark having only two. Evdiently the Balkans, scene of almost constant war for the last century, is the most likely place in which to attain old age. — The Nude In Art. II It might be well to bear in mind that i when a real artist paints or models the nude human figure he does so usually from an accurate knowledge and intense admiration for the most wonderful of God’s creations. And it is a remarkable fact that no great artist ever drew, painted or sculptured, anything vulgar, for great art means knowledge and Intelligence of a high order, and no person of knowledge and intelligence is consciously vulgar. Much More Interesting. * “The American suffragists hare the right idea for interesting the men.** “As to how?” “Instead of throwing bricks, they do barefoot dances.”

FISH FOOKM Fisheries Bureau Has New Commissioner. His Appointment Was in Nature of a Promotion, as He Had Served Several Years in Subordinate Positions in Department. Washington.—That the United States bureau of fisheries, even with the many limitations imposed by law on its activities, nevertheless is in a position to contribute materially to the Increase of the nation’s food supply and to give valuable assistance in the solution of the cosLof-living problem is | the opinion of Dr. Hugh M. Smith, the | new commissioner, who in recent days has been confirmed for the important office given him by President Wilson. Dr. Smith’s appointment was in the nature of a promotion, and during the years in which he has served in subordinate positions in the bureau of which he is now the head he has become an authority on the work which the government is doing to increase the fish food supply of the United States. “In the conservation of fish‘food resources, our activities are both direct and indirect,” said Commissioner Smith in explaining the interest of his bureau in the cost-of-living problem. “By its very extensive fish cultural operations in all parts of the country the bureau each year is bringing into existence and starting on their career hundreds of millions of food fishes that, without the government’s work, would never have gotten beyong the egg state. Overwhelming evidence is available to show the value of this work in maintaining the fish supply of streams and lakes, in restoring depleted waters, in stocking artificial ponds IIJiL \ 1 Dr. Hugh M. Smith. and in establishing fishes in new waters. There is scarcely a community in the entire country that has not profited by these operations of our government. "These direct efforts have been supplemented by most valuable service in saving the lives of fishes that are stranded every year when the Mississippi river and its tributaries go on the rampage. When the waters sunside the cry of ‘Rescue the perishing!’ goes up in behalf of millions of the best food fishes of the interior waters, and the cry it responded to by the agents of the fisheries service, who seine out the temporary ponds and pools left in open places by the re ceding floods and restore the fishes to the main streams. “One important point in increasing the fish food supply is the encouragement of the utilization of many kinds of good fish which are rfow neglected. Our fastidious tastes and the abundance of our water products have caused us to discard many excellent resources vFhich other nations have utilizing for many centuries. A recent inquiry by me has shown that each years over 10,000,000 pounds of a single fish now caught in our east coast fisheries are thrown away, not a single pound being sold or consumed. Yet this is one of the best flavored fishes in our waters, and last fall I saw it being sold in Hamburg at several times the price commanded by mackerel. Dozens of other fishes which Euroeat are .regarded by use as beneath notice. I may mention in this connection the very abundant and widely distributed sea mussels, which are extensively eaten in all the coastwise countries of Europe, while we for years have Entirely ignored these wholesome shellfish and have only recently begun to recognize their value. “Our people were once even more wasteful of food fishes than they are today. I remember to have seen as a boy the shores of the Potomac river below Mount Vernon piled with the remains of sturgeon, whose meat is now relished, but which the fisherman at that time threw away. Some of the fishes weighed as much as 250 pounds, and one of that size caught today, now that the sturgeon is almost extinct in our coastal river, would give a fisherman a fair income for almost an entire season. The time will come when we shall be using and es-

Bashful Backers. A minor politician, who was a pestiferous and continuous office seeker, was a candidate for nomination as lieutenant governor. He made a canvass and everybody seemed to be for him. On the day of the convention he came to a friend in great distresg. t * “Bill,” he said, “I am in a terrible pickle. Seventy per cent of the convention delegates are for me for lieutenant governor, but I can’t get anybody to nominate me!”—-Saturday Evening Post

teeming many excellent fishes which today we ignore or reject. “An important role for the bureau of fisheries to play is to advance the day when wo discarded fish food products will be utilized. Enormous quantities of sueb are now caught incidentally and discarded, whereas a proper conception of our responsibilities would lead us to bring these products into the markets and sell them at low prices.” Talk is cheap—when it comes to being a witness before the select comr mi 11 e e ot th® This Talk Was house which inSurely Cheap. vestigatetd the Glover-Sims episode and which made that interesting report on the battle of Farragut square. Talk is cheap, because the haif dozen witnesses who were subpoenaed to appear before the committee and who were furnished with vouchers for witness fees have never been able to collect their money. Clerk Speight of the judiciary corm mittee acted as clerk to that special committee as an accommodation to John \V. Davis of West Virginia, chairman of the select committee, and as usual he made out vouchers for the men who were called to testify. One of the first vouchers made’ was for that historic character who was pruning the limbs of one of Farragut square s finest trees, and who saw the battle from the viewpoint of a birdling on a bow. His testimony is. certainly worth $2 of any government’s money. Other witnesses were of such finely grained quality as J. Fred Essary, correspondent of the Baltimore Sun, and Frederick Steckman of the Washington Post. There was another witness, who has scared the writer out of mentioning his name, but his testimony was quite worth $2. He told the committee it had subpoenaed him by mistake, but “where’s my |2?” When these witnesses went to cash in their vouchers they were told at the clerk’s office the house had not authorized the select committee to spend any money. A resolution will have to be adopted to unleash thia large amount —$12. Accidents in quarries, coal mines and metal mines of the United States during 1911 reStatist’lCS on suited in loss of Mine Accidents. life to f 602 “®“‘ out of the 1,005,281 men employed. The bureau of mines, which since its establishment bas endeavored to promote safety and efficiency in the mines and quarries of the country, has just issued its first summary of quarry accidents. It shows 188 men were killed during 1911 out of 110,954 men employed, making the death rate 1.69 per 1,000. In coal mines' 728,348 men were employed. of whom 2,179 were killed, making the death rate 3.73; in metal mines, 165.979 men employed, 695 killed, making the death rate 4.19. Approximately one-half of the deaths in and about the quarries were due to three causes in the order named: Explosives, falls or slides of quarry material and falls or slides of overburden. Accidents resulted in the serious injury of 862 men, or 7.77 per 1,000; slight injuries. 4,528, or 40.81 per 1,000. Approximatgly 33 per cent, of the serious and slight injuries occurred in the handling and transport of material. Fatalities in granite quarries were 29; sandstone and bluestone, 14; limestone, 90, and cement rock, 29. Ot , these 33 men were killed in Pennsylvania quarries, 22 in California and 12 in Illinois. The statistics were collected from 3,920 quarries, whose 110,954 employes worked an aggregate of 25,325,094 days, developing $149,541,722 in products. The men killed left 89 widows and 129 orphans. The four hundred and thirty-five members of congress seemed to be packed rather Polishers in snugly together the Congress. as they flled in to try the new seating arrangement of the house of representatives. The old desks have been discarded, and there will be no more writing of letters or pasting of postage stamps while a thrilling oration is being delivered from the rostrum. The congressman who has no interest in proceedings will hereafter find no relief except to take a quiet nap. Under the new dispensation each congressman’s allotment in the house consists of one good, big seat, “as comfortable as those in a hotel Idbby,” and a large brass cuspidor, which reposes hard by. Seen from the front of the house, these cuspidors are as conspicuous as an armor-plated door knob. Perhaps some of the boys who are now employed in polishing tha cuspidors may finally emulate Sir Joseph Porter in “Pinafore,” who “polished up the, handle of the big front door” and rose to distinction. Even the color of the house carnation has changed—for Speaker Clark a wears a white flower, where Speaker Cannon wore red. Secretary Bryan also prefers white, so the ancient floral distinction of the English war of the roses find their later types in the party emblems of the American republic.—National Magazine. His “Atmosphere.” I The novelist Gabrielle d’Annunzio ' has added an illustration to the list of authors’ whimsical fancies. It appears that when he goes traveling he insists on taking about with him everywhere a long piece of very wonderful i brocade of the Fifteenth century. • This he hangs around the walls of hia ; hotel rooms in order to “create an at- ! mosphere.”

Pleading for a Chance. The experienced and affable man entered a merchant’s place ot' business, only to receive the oft repeated yarn: “Can’t give you qn order today. Already overstocked, “Let me at least sfitgw pies.” said the salesman. "Spare yourself the t look at them.” "Then will you allow nnM them ray self? It is two