The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 36, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 6 January 1927 — Page 7

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CHAPTER Vlll—Continued Jepson n ver! ponderously away to |o so, while Rodney, openins hit big box in the hall, drew out the poto- ' «©ttla and chrysanthemums and proceeded to arrange them tn a gorgeous srmfuL Bangs had unexpected taste U color anti arrangement, as Epstein* •tage-dlre* ’- rs had discovered In the past. Laurie -watched him with po4te Interest. - “Making a picture of yourself, aren't you?” he asked. “Going into the sick-room with your little hands fuli »f flowers’” But even as he scoffed ’se was unwrapping his own flowers. Bangs was right. The act of handing I past ebon rt| box to a sick friend •eked esthetic value. ■ Jepson returned with a cordial tnes*age. Mrs. Ordway would be charmed to see both young men. but she re reived only .one at a time. Would Mr -Bang* rome up now’ And * aerha|« -Mr Devon would drop in tgaln during the afternoon or evesing. Rodney grasped his floral offerings <nd mounted the stairs two steps at « time. He was excised and his »rown eyes showed it. it was most awfully good of Mm Ordway to (let rim come up In this Informal Mending by the chaise longue where the lay. he told her so, his auburn lead shining among the flowers he •arrled, like a particularly la,rg* thrysanthemum. Then, selecting some ♦mpty verses, he sat down on the floor »eaisle her und began to arrange ids towers, white she watched him. /at trot with ‘ irprtae, then with growing tdtnlratlon Rodney had no social airs and {races, no parlor tricks. If he had Seen formn’ly sitting on a chair, holdng his hat. he would have been a »elf«conaclo’ts and., unhappy young wan As it wu with hands and eyes may. and wholly at his ease, he talked tls exuber-nt best. “How about Laurie's romance*" Louise asi »*d at once. Range told ber about the vision in he mirror. As be did so, luncheon was served, and ha was casually In sited to share It. Susanne, moving shuttle-llke between the table tn the sick room nnd the dumb waiter tn the spper hall, presently confided to a voting footman a surprising piece of sews. which he In turn confided to the ncreduio’-f* Jepson. Young Mr Bangs, who was lunching with Mrs. Ordway, must be as amusing as young Mr. Devon hlmse’f. He had actually made the mlatrass laugh both times be came She was laughing now. as Susanne sad not » ard her laugh for week* To be sure, this was one of her good lays. Bui It wasn't easy to amuse Mrs. Ordway at any time. Jepeou -utnmed up the situation tn «• oracul; r utterance: • "Henny one that's a friend of Mr. Devon's Ms hall right-* When Rodney was leaving Jepson's niatre*s expressed the same thought to her gu< *t tn a different way. “Come often." she said. “Yon have given me a new .Interest I don't think you can quite realize what that means to me." When Sonya arrived at five that afternoon. she found Jepson. still exuding reassurance. With two doctors within caU. a nurse in the house, and Mr. Devon and Miss Drleneff to telephone co at a moment’s notice, “nothing much could 'appen." So reasoned Jepson. He beamed approvingly on Sonya. Informed her that Mr. Devon was tn the sick-room bow. and waved her throu-h the hall with an effect of benedict ion. \ She found Laurie Just leaving, and they had a moment's chat on the upper tand'ng. Mrs. Ordway, he told her. wa« rather restless this afternoon, but she seemed better than she had been yesterday. However, he didn't like her looks at alt. and he fancied rhe nurse was disturbed. Suppose Sorva sounded Louise about cabling for Warren? Surety Warren would went to know, Laurie thought. For the moment Laurie's striking good look* were slightly dimmed. He was W ••w-eyed. almost haggard. Things wore coming Just too fast ■ tut him. The habit the burden of ottters had been taken on too suddenly. Under the strain of it. bls untrained mental muscles ached! It was the irony of fate that Sonya, looking at him with the dear brown •yes that were so much softer than Bangs', and so much less beautiful than Doris', should misinterpret his appearance, his emotion, and his reaction from the high spirits of the morning. He was again going the pace, she decided: and. mingled with her pity for him, rose the scorn of a Strong s'kul that was the absolute >aster of the body in which it dwelt. Hlj ftex’y aroused perception car--te*' * •«. hint of this scorn to the •e* ’boa-e* ** —• *w kb* /fcAinf to Join First Dirt (watching the scrimmage)—lsn't It lovely to see them ail tangled u? tike that? Second Giri—lndeed. It to ft’s Just like a bargain sale. I'm coming » eeery football game after this. £*Ae « Difforont Pirn* The F'CW stood beaming at his new eash.er, who was busily taking to t** »«»" ,

friend! Ineos of Sonya's manner. The knowledge added to his wretchedness. He had a childish desire to explain, but he conquered It and hurried away. Some day. If not now. Sonya would understand What he himself did not understand was the long stride he had taken in the moment when lie felt and resented her unspoken criticism. Heretofore his attitude had been one of expressed and sincere indifference to the opinions others held of him. He wanted them to like hlnv but he didn't care a hang whether or not they approved of him. Now. suddenly, hr wanted Sonya's respect as well as her liking. The discovery added to his mental confusion. If Sonya, when she entered the sickroom. was shocked by the change In the appearance of her new friend, she showed no sign of It. Sitting down beside the chaise? longue, ahe entered briskly upon a description of the recent experiences of Samuel. Whes she left the hospital the bouse surgeon was obediently endeavoring to look down the throat of Hullen R. J., and every nurae on Samuel's floor was scattering In and out of his room. Nevertheless the infant, though graciously accepting these attentions, had demanded and received Sanya's personal assurance that the particular game of the morning was not to be repeated. There was an unpleasant element In that game which grown-ups might not notice but which he. Samuel, had caught on to. Louise laughed and expressed a hope that Sarnurl would now be abl© to breathe without disturbing his neighbors. Sonya came to tlje real purpose of her visit. s "He and his mother are going back to Devon house Saturday." she said, “but I've got to stay tn New York for a few months, on account of my literary galumphing*. I wondered if you— If it would be convenient for you—to put me up, I hate hotels and— ** Louise lay silent for a moment. Then she reached out and took Sonya’s han i ' “Yes. you unskillful prevaricator." she said. "You may come—and see me through." Sonya held the hand tightly In her own ' “There’s one thing more." she went on. hesitatingly. “Ijiurie and Mr. Bangs and I wondered if perhaps you wouldn't feel more comfortable If Mr. Warren came home. You know he himself would want to—“ Loul.«f closed her eyes. “Yrs." she said, “Hob would want to. If he knew," She whs silent for so Jong that Sonya began to think she was not to have the answer Ito her question. Perhaps Mrs. Ordwayl was leaving the decision to her.' \ But to leave to others derisions that concerned herself was not Louise Ordway's habit. Instead, she was fighting a battle In which the lifelong devotion of a supremely self-centered nature was struggling with a newborn unselfishness. Though new-born it was strong, as the invalid's next words showed. “If I were calling him back from anything but his honey moon.” she said at last. “I'd do it: But he's utterly happy. Hi» letters show that. In every Hue. I want him to stay so. as long as he can. 1 want his honeymoon to

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The new sales clerk who was "learning all about the store’ had been placed by her section manager next t© an Information booth with instructions to "stay there and bear the question* customers ask.” They ranged aii th© way from tbe sensible to the Insane. Tbe prize query cam© from a Rttte elderly gentleman with a white beard. “What ®bw’» tbe besemeot on. ahF The new sales clerk stared. He didn't see® to be kidding; anyhow, oat epuid never tell, and It was best to abide by tbe rule: The customer to always right even If occasionally Too Much Service "An elderly gentleman was having lunch In our grill. ' said the hotel manager. “and. as was customary when Ms water g»a« showed evident© of use. a passing waiter or bus boy refilled ft. After the fifth or sixth, refining the diner let out a roar. 'Stop!' he cried- been trying to get that water glass to the proper level ever since 1 came to this table. My doctor ordered me to take a pill In a third of h giaa» of water. Now I feel like an orertoaded water-wagon and I fttti have the piH t© tak«.’“—Bustua Tran scriw TIGHT FITS

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be long drawn out and perfect" Her manner changed. "I have an Idea that perhaps, after aIL TH be here when he gets back,” sha added more ilghtiy. "Life still has Its interests. But if I happen not to 'bp here, tell him why I didn't cable.” “I will tell him,” Sonya promised. Neither of them referred to the subject again. CHAPTER IX An Invitation That evening Laurie walked acres’ the square to Doris’ studio with a decision in stride which definitely expressed his mental attitude. He had come to the conclusion that something must be done. What this something would be was still haxy in his mind, but the first step at least seemed clear. Eteris must move. He was so convinced of the urgency of this step that he brought up the subject almost before the greetings of guest and hostess were over. Tossing bls hat and coat on a convenient chair, he stood facing Doris, his hands In his pockets, his black eyes somber. , “We’ve got to get out of this, you knoyr.” he abruptly announced. Her eyes, which had brightened at fats entrance, grew as somber as his own. Without replying, she turned, walked arrow the room to the window. and stood looking down Into the street “Is he there?" she asked at last, and without moving her head. “Shaw? Great Scott.no! At least I didn't see him. I suppose he takes a few hours off now and then, during the twenty-four; doesn't he?” "Oh. yes, he comes anef goes, sometimes secretly, sometimes openly. I did not see him at all today until late

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"If I Moved. How Long Do You Think It Would Take Him to Find MeT* this tfmnMNß. Then he toojk up his post across the street just' opposite this window, and stood there for almost an hour." Laurie ground hto teeth. “What does he expect to gain by that performance?” "Several things. I suppose. For one. he wants to get on my nerves; and he does.” jshe added somberly, and still without turning. Laurie made a vague tour rround the room and brought up by’her side. “You know." he confessed. “I haven't really taken this thing In yet. Even now, this minute, it' doesn't seem pos sible to me that Shaw could do you any real harm.” She nodded. “I know. Why should It? Even to me it is like a nightmare and I keep hoping to wake up. There are hours, even days, when I convince myself that it isn’t real." She stopped. “It must be very bard for uny one else to understand.' she* ended. when be did not speak. “Nevertheless," admitted Laurie. “I can't forget IL 1 can’t think of anything els©.”

crazy. So she said. “Over there." pointing to the stairs. The little man walked away muttering. “What floor's the basement on. ba. ha.” Then the information clerk, who had Ignored all thia, turned and said: “Didya see I didn't notice him? He conies around every month or so and asks that pet joke of hto. Asked me the flrot time 1 was here; he always picks a new girt to spring it ©a.” —New York Sun. Wresf/tnr Rouf* in Japan Every year the Japanese wrestling championship to decided at the Kofcugikwan in Tokyo, says th© Pathfinder Magazine. Here the wrestlers from tbe eas| and west of Japan straggle for supremacy. The championship bouts, which are always picturesque, sometimes last for ten days or more. Tbe matches begin early to th© morning and last until late at night. Each wrestler has a stage name. Uh* our actors In fact, they are the heroes of the Japanese flappers, ©ome of them being as popular as matinee idols in 'hto country. The wrestlers all use tbe “eatch-aa-ratch-can” method. Each match continues until one man to thrown The tnaa who wins the championship iw <-os>e- 'sr nation-’ ’ Tho Expensive Part Her Father—ls you marry ®Y daughter would you expect me to pay the bills? Suitor—No. sir. As soon as I stop courting her I’ll be able to pay them mysrtt ■M HI She~Are yoa sure that It was a dieck wm this

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She took this as naturally as aba had taken his first remark. “It's going to be very hard for yon. I was wrong to draw you into it 1 am realising that more and more every minute." * “You couldn’t help yourself." he cheerfully reminded her. "Now that I am In it, as I've warned you before, I intend to run things. It seems to me that the obvious course for you ia to move. After you're safely hidden somewhere,'l think I can teach Herbert Ransome Shaw a lesson that won't react on you." She shook her head. “If I moved, how long do you think it would take him to find meF “Weeks, perhaps months.” Again she shook her head. “I moved here a few days ago. Ha appeared exactly forty-eight hours later. If I moved from here it would only mean going through the game of hare and bounds again.” “But—" he began. \ She laterruptad h|»*l’ve reached the point where I can't endure that any more.” For the first time her voice broke. “Can't you Imagine what that sort of thing would be? To get up in the morning and wonder If this is the day I’ll see him under my window? To go to bed at , night and ask myself if be to lurking , In the shadows below, or across the street, or perhaps outside my very door? To know that sooner or later ( he will be there, that hto coming to as inevitable as death itself—" She broke off. “I sometimes think I'd rather see a boa-constrictor crawling into my room than see Shaw down on the sidewalk.” , she ended. “And yet—l know you can understand thia —there’s a queer kind of relief in the knowledge that at last, and flnaily, he has got me." She whirled to face Laurie and threw out her hands. There was noth- ’ ing theatrical In the gesture, merely an effort of entire finality. “We have come to the end of things." she finished. “Since you would not have them’end my way, they must end hto way. Whatever 1 happens. I shall not run and hide any 1 more.” ! 1 For a moment silence hung like a I substance between them. Then the visitor resolutely shook off the effeet of her words. “I promise you I will get to the bottom of this.” he quietly told her. j "In the meantime, will you try to for- | get ft. fnr a tittle while? You know you said you could do that, 060*1 slonally." He was clearing the table as he spoke. Now he proceeded to unpsek a basket he had sent over an to-ur before by Griggs, and which, he observed. had not been opened. Dropping back Into her big chair, she watched him with an odd took. If he had seen this look It would have sorely puzzled him. for It held not only interest but an element of apprehension. even of fear. “In the past two days.” she said, after an Interval, “you have sent me five baskets of food, four baskets of fruit, six . bores of candy, and three boxes of flowers. What do you suppose becomes of them all?” “I kfiow what becomes of the flowers.” He cast ar. appreciative glance around the trnnsforme,! room. “And 1 hope.” he mildly added, “that you eat the food” She broke Into her rare laugh, soft, deep-throated, and contagious. Uhder It his spirits rose dlzzytnsly. “You, are feeding half the people in this building." she < <a!d. “not to mention Sam and Ms home circle. San has absorbt-d roast chicken, cold partridge. quai). and sweetbreads till be is getting critical. He asked me this morning if 1 shouldn't like ham and eggs for a change!” Laurie frit slightly aggrieved. “Do you mean to say that you're not eating any of the stuff youraelf?" he demanded. “Oh. I eat three meals a day. Rut I don't keep boarders, you know; se T give the rest to Sam to distribute He feeds several dozen art students. I Infer, and staggers home everv night under the burden of what’s left.” - "There won’t be anything left this night.” * ! She had risen now and was helping to set the little table. Laurie looked at her with shinihg eyes. One of her rapid changes of mo«d had taken place, and she was entering into the spirit of the impromptu supper as cheerfully as If It were a new game and she a child. She had become a wholly different personality froift the tragic-eyed girl who less than ten minutes ago had somberly ann<’<ino-«I that she was making her last stand In life. Again, as often before, Laurie felt overwhelmed by the rush of. conflicting emotions she aroused. “Shall we have this big bowl ot roses in center, or the four little bowls at the corners?” she asked at> serbedly. \s she spoke, she studied rfhe flow era with her head bn one ride. Fot the moment, it was clear, the quest!-hi she had asked was the most vital in the world. “The tittle ones," decided the guest. “The big one might shut off some ot you from my devouring eyes." He was mixing Ingredients in a ehaflng-dlsh a.« he spoke, and he wore the trying air of smug complacency that invariably I accompanies that simple process. “No.” he objected, as she tried to • help him. “I will do the brain-wort. Your part to to be feminine and rash h bristly back and forth, offering me things I don't want And at the last moment” be wdded gloomily, “you may teil me that there Isn’t a lemon lln the place." He looked about with | • the bopelessnees of a great artist fae- | ! tag the failure of hto chef d'oemnra. [“I forgot the lemooa” - I ITO BU OQMTOO ■ “What were the froos receipts es the amateur theatrical performance last night?” asked a guest “Fourteen dollars and ten cents In the hole.” replied the landlord of thn Atiegash tavern. ’ — Candid Critie Artist— Here 1 have tried to express poverty in all its wretchedness. What do you think of it? Critic —1 have never seen anythin ■tore wretched.

THE ENGAGEMENT RING By W. E. LLOYD (Copyrlcbt by W. O. Chaon»»» ) A ND you start for West Africa tomorrowT’ z \ Bransome felt that the question jWas like an unwritten doom. He looked at Mary Starr in the mfoonltglit as they stood outside Colonel Starr’s conservatory. Bransome had known Mary, for five mouths Colonel Starr, in w.iose regiment he was now a captain, had taken a liking to the young man when they Were posted at Malta, and had invited him to hto home in England. Now Bransome, with the rank ot acting major, was to leave for West Africa to put down the rebellion of the Kru tribe in the recesses of the forests And he loved Mary. But he knew that she was engaged to Lionel Travis, the political agent among the Kras, who had made his escape to the coast after sanguinary fighting. Yet they loved, and love was strong er than honor at that moment. They gravitated toward each other, and sto<Ml looking at each other, not daring speak lest they betray themselves. “If I meet Travis—” began Bransome at length. “Yes?” Her word was like a caress. “What shall I tell hlntF Mary took the solitaire from her finger. “Give him thia." she said soft- ' ’yBransome. incredulous, clasped her In his anus and their tips tuet. “You lote me. dearest?" he murmured. “1 have loved you since we met. It to wrong but It is better than a marriage that shall wrong Lionel and myself, too." Before Bransome departed It was understood that they were engaged.' And Lionel Travis' ring reposed in Rransome's th be handed to the agent If they met. Bransome would affect ignorance of the contents of the little box. It was a cruel mission. hut there was no way of getting a letter to Travis, who might be in any part of -the coast. Bransome sailed the following day. and fifteen days otter arrived with his regiment at the coast town. All the interior was In a ferment./ The regiment was sent up hastily to the base, where It halted while the pioneers cut roads through the forest. And it wus there that Bransome met Travis. He was to accompany the column as political delegate to the loyal tribes. .The two men met. greeted each other warmly, though Bransome naturally showed something of <-on srraint. Travis lunched tn the and they smoked their cigars, together afterward When- Travis rose to de; part to his quarters Bransome spoke of Mary Starr for the first time. “She asked me to give you this." he said, handing him the little box containing the ring. “Thanks!" said Travis Indifferently, and <l|pf»ed ft into his pocket. The column started a day or two later. Travis accompanying It. Often the men exchanged words. Bransome would loek curieusly at Travis, but "he could gather nothing from the agent’s Inscrutable countenance. There was. however, tittle time for thinking. On the sixth day the enemy's stronghold was sighted. The messenger who went forward with a summons to surrender was met with defiant shouts from the negroes. Half an hour later the seven-|>ounder opened fire on the rebel stockade. A fusillade of elephant guns followed. but few of the attacking j»arty were hit. Presently the guns ceased: « breach had been made in the strong walls built «f hardwood logs and almost as resistant as cement and mortar. The regiment spread out In line. Bransome ran before them, waving hto •word. “Advance!” he shouted. Then he saw Travis beside him in his civilian clothes. The agent’s white solar helmet made -a splendid mark tor an enemy. “Go back, you fool?" Bransoine shouted. But Travis ran beside him. and Bransome had Bo time for argument. The whole line followed, with fixed bayonets, roaring behind him. The bullets churned among the trees, and cut splinters from the boughs. Showera of leaves came down The yelling, defiant Kras manned the walls rs the breached st«s-kade. The assaulting party was compelled to form in?o column to mourn rhe breach. Aid now the enemy displayed Its se-ret resource, nothing less than an old brass ship’s gun. which might have done service in the sixties. and was none the less effective here. A roaring detonation, and grape shot burst among the British troops.

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Luey ten in ueups. vj m* well-directed charge. But the gun wus, of course, not a quick-firer, and had to be reloaded. The troot>s closed up. Bransotue.who had by some miracle escaped unscathed. put himself at - their bead again. “Advance 1“ he shouted. And again he was conscious of Travis in his white helmet, cool and smiling beside him. It was a mad rush towai-d the walls. Just as the foremost man set foot in the breach the cannon roared again. The files were swept away. And again Bransome found hituseif uninjured. “Now, boys!” he shouted, amazed to find that he was still alive The attacking |>arty. which had recoiled. heaped cne man aguinst his neighbor, and. the dead all about, rushed forward, cheering. Like a cataract t{|ie khaki-clad column swept over the breach, driving the (logged negroes before them, pinioning ihem with the bayonet. In a moment the fort wt s carried. From hut io hut the flying Krus were pursued. They fell in writhing, heaps, their own gun turned against them. For |>erhaps half an hout the bloody struggle lasted. Then the British were in possession of the village. Bransome stopped.. He l.ad forgotten everything in the excitement of the battle. His sword was 4>loody. and yet he could not remember having struck' down a man. A trickle of blood was running down his fa<-e. He limped from a slug in his leg that be had never felt. He posted his men tn various quarters; this done, he remembered Travis. “Where's Travis?” he demanded of his surviving captain. The agent could not be found Yet It was Travis who represented the majesty of the British raj. and ft was Travis who must interview the trembling old king now a prisoner in his own inud hut. guarded by a sullen, defiant chief wife, and a younger one. who held the royal red parasol over him. Bransome went back, searching among the fallen. Travis was not In the town; he was not anywhere within the fort Bransome came opoß him at last just outside the breach. He had been struck down by a dozen slugs from the brass cannon the second time the wegpen was discharged. Travis toy under a pile of dark Krus but he was alive. He recognized Bransome. Bransom. hailed the stretcherbearers and had two men place him upon a stretrf er and carry him Into the town. They brought him to the king’s hut. and Travis pronounced sentence. The king was to go into exile to the coast, to spend the last of his days there. , The surgeon cartie up. looked at the agent and shook his head. “There may be a chance for him.” he said. “Get him out of here. Put him In a hut that hasn't been used. There's smalljiox everywhere among the Krus.” Travis did not catch smallpox, but it became dear, after a week «>f delirium. that he was dying. His mind grew clear toward the end. He motioned to Bransome to open the little satchel lie carried with* rhe government papers. Bransome did so. and*' found in ft the little box containing Mary’s ring He looked at Travis and saw ihat the agent's eyes were fixed upon It. He put it in Travis' hand. With fingers that almost failed him Travis slowly pulled off the cover and held up the, diamond ring. It was incongruous to see the gem sparkling In the dying man's wasted hand. Travis motioned to Bransome to hend down. “The engagement ring 1 gave her." he whispered. “She Is as true as gold, old man.” “Yes." agreed Bransome. ‘•We were to have been married when this cursed business was over. Now we shall never marry. I want you to her. Bransome. You’re about the only man that’s fit for her." Bransome winced and tried not to show the emotion on tits features. But Travis was too far gone to see anything except the face of Mary Starr that fioated before him. “1 wrote to her. telling her how I longed for her in the silence of rhe brush." Travis whispered. “I said I bad-looked at her photograph and her mementos again and again. 1 wanted something else to bring her vividly before my eyes. And she—she sent tse this Nothing conld have been a truer pledge of her love. A girt doesn't like to part with her engagement ring. Bransome." •N<>” Bransome agreed. Ai)d the irony of the situation struck into his soul. Travis had lived in the belief that his was true °lo him. and he would die sot knowing wbat the return of the ring meant They buried him the following dawn under a cairn of stones. And Bransome. having done hto duty to rhe dead, allowed his thoughts to turn toward the living. The past seemed obliterated—at least it seemed to be symbolized In the gem that sparkled In the dead hand under the damp soil of Africa.

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5 Know Your Sweetheart o § by His Handwriting g Q By EDNA PURDY WALSH Q Q Editor. Charscter Bending Ma*nrta«. Q ■ < (Copyright.) f How His Mind Works No Upstrokes, Trained Mind. Many Upstrokes, Superfluous Talk. “He Is very intelligent I" When we say this about a person we should say in what way he is intelligent, foe some of us may be very intelligent about stocks and bonds, but igfiorant about ethics and things of the spirit. The logical, trained thinker who reasons and bases his coneiumons on sound foundations which he his physical eyes. leaves Interesting' things behind-kluj in his writing. He leaves off most of the upstrokes to his letters, beginning such letters as u. m. n. etc, with a down stroke in- > stead of an unnecessary upstroke. His trained mind does not care for superfluities. The person who pens an upstroke to nearly every letter beginning, will talk all around a thing, but will not get “down to business”—will tell every unnecessary detail about soine relative's relatives until real story has been forgotten. Stich a mind cannot make decisions quickly, nor shoulder much responsibility. The constantly w intelligent person keeps same slope to his writing throughout. Too much change indicates moods and emotions ruling. . One may be very intelligent ih intuitive ways also, where ideas come as , inspirations or “hunches.” Sucjh> people write very often with many disconnected letters. The writing Is usually light, and the d's and t'sc looped and high. Such people do not know how they reach their conclusions, yet , they cannot be argued away from them. They feel them “physically.’* More About Those Emotions It is an interesting thing to note a person’s letter (if it is written on unruled paper) to see if his emotions rule bin., causing him ups and: downs in life, or whether his head and single goal in life are steadily and calmly guiding him. If his writing hews to th® line, without ups and downs, he will “stay in his own back yard” digging away steadily at his task, persevering, and careful in his work. Scientists and detail workers hew to the line, without flashy ups and downs. t while actors, dramatic salesmen, and quick Even Base Line. Uneven Base Line. Inspirationalists will get off this feeling "way up” with this person and “way down” with that other one Do not /expect the lover who. writes an inflexible base line to learn dancing instantly. aJi 1 to propose the first night. Do not expect the lover whose writing bobs up and down to become a successful bookkeeper all at once. He will become til first, from suppres- ‘ Sion and restlessness, and irritability.In such a position. And the perfect copy book writer seldom becomes a creative artist or powerful writer. He is a better follower of other people’s ideas. Domestic troubles come from these differences of emotions in each other. If understood, the troubles vanish. The prosaic husband who ipves in his own way should not be condemned for failing to enthuse, while the romantic one should be responded to and be given sufficient mental interest at home, instead of jealousies and scoldings, if we wish to keep his love. Note.—L>o not make Anal judgment other signs in writing are studied. Character in Basinest Character is playing m<>re and more Importance in business, both from the side of the management and the side of the employee. Once every effort was made to obtain efficiency. While efficiency is an end of business today, the realization of the need for character has come to be a forenmst thought of corporation leaders.— Thrift Magazine. , “Family of Nations " In international law the phrase "Family of Nations" refers to an assemblage of states claiming a common civilization and a political and moral equality: specifically, the nations of Christendom in Europe and the New world, also the Ottoman empire (since the Treaty of Farto in 1856) and. more” recentl#, Japan. Wesley Made Rock Famous There is a rock near Land's End which Is called “Wesley’s Rock.” for it to said that it was there he wrote a famous hymn which the lines: “Lo, on a narrow neckjif land twixt two unbounded seas I stand." Anyone who has stood on this point of rock will feel the force of those lines.—London Tit-Bits. Psalms of Penitence The Penitential Psalms are the seven psalms to which repentance to expressed and pardon asked of God. In the Authorized Version they are «, 32, 38, 51. 102. 1» and 148. » to said that St Augustine when dying caused these psalms to be written out on the waR facing hto bed. The most deeply penitential- is the 51st Psalm, known abut ns the Miserere. - KJaOVk U SaSv SIS w» —