The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 8, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 June 1927 — Page 7

BAYONETS! xJJieV&r ai Cloje Described In a -Jeriej Dy an Officer of &e Mannes — f~A> Capk JohnW Thomason,Jr. " * •/fllusirafed by the Author frc*" A ~ »■?"* **" Made oe the BattlefieldJ ~ ■Crr z C* ‘XZ4 Ar l^> Jar>»e« -Zw

CHAPTER IX—Continued Brigade artillery officer —chap the •colonel knew’ out on the Asiatic station —happened in. How about it— Just about half as much stuff as you fellows wasted on the Tartar wall that time —eh? Sure: it could be arranged. Ten minutes’ intensive; say one battery; where you want it? Regt Jump-off Is from Terry’s battalion — about bert—he has two companies here. Six hundred yards to go; keep the Bois well away—well starboard, as you Leathernecks say; come back the same route. Wheat. Little gully here. Craters Just beyond. Main line at least a hundred meters back. Good? Let’s call up Terry and see if he’ll give you the men. . . . Terry would Rive him twenty-five men and two ch.aut-chauts and not a marine snore. Who wanted a raid, anyway? Sending two support companies up to > the Hois as soon as It’s dark. I-ooks interestin’ on the right . . • Good! All set. Start your covering fire at 23 hours 1&. You Jump off at 23 hours 19. Take you six minutes to get over, huh? “All right, colonel, bonne chancel" Just before dark the colonel and ■Captain de Stegur were at battalion headquarter*. “Whitehead will give jrou -your men. and I’m sending my scout officer along. Needs that sort of thing Re sure you come back where you went out. Crabbe's to the right of there. You know Crabbe. Shoots quick." "But. My Colonel." represented Captain de Stegur. “one should arrange. .one should explain, one should Instruct—in effect one should rehearse—" “Rehearse heli, sir! I*m due In j Paris tomorrow night Where those i marines, major? I’ll tell ’em what I i •want—■" r' So It was that a wedge of men debouched into the wheat at 23 hours 19 minutes, it being sufficiently dark. ' That battalion scout officer and a l‘ disillusioned sergeant, with hash- < marks on his sleeve, were the point. 1 The men wene echeloned back, right, i and left with aa automatic rifle on each flank. In the eenter marched the colonel, smoking, to the horror of all < a cigar. Smoking was not done up I there, after dark. With him was the ' elegant French captain, who appeared to be very* gallantly resigned to it. The story would, be reflected, amaze and delight hl* meso—lf he ever got buck with It! These droll Americans! He must remember Just, what this colonel said: a type. Norn de Dieu! If only be bad n 4& worn bls new unlf.»nn—the cloth chosen by his wife, you conceive. The scout officer, leading, had out hl* canteen and wet his dry mouth. He acutely conscious of his empty stomach. Hl* mind dwelt yearningly on the tness-klt. freighted nobly with nmnkey-meat aixl tomatoes, awaiting him In the dependable Tommy’s musette. A hundred meters forward the last shells burst, and he saw new dirt, j Ahead, a spot darker than the dark; he went up to it Away on the right j a flare soared. and something gh-amed dull in the black bole at his feet—a round, deep helmet with the pale blur of a face under it; a dick, and the shadow of a movement there, ami a little flicker: a matter of split seconds: the seout officer -had a bayonet tn his stomach, almost—Ft ldrltter Kurt Iden. Company Six of the Margrave of Brandenburg regiment {this established later by brigude Intelligence. on examination of the paybook of the deceased), being on front post with his squad, heard a noise hard on the reasatioa of the shelling, and put out Ms neck. Dear God. shoot! Shoot! quickly 1 The scorn officer was conscious of a monstrous surge of temper. He gathered his feet under him, and his hands crooked like claws, and he hurled himself. In the same breath there was a long, bright flash right under his arm. and the mad crack of a Springfield. The disillusioned sergeant had estimated the situation, loosed off from the hip at perhaps seven feet, and shot the German through the throat Too late to stop himself, the scout officer went head first into the crater, his hands locking on something wtt and hairy. Jutftsthe size to fill them; and presently he was at the bottom of the crator, dirt in bls mouth and a bussing tn his head, strangling something that flopped and gurgled and made remarkable noises under his bands There were explosions and people stepped hard on his back and legs He became sane again and realized that whatever it was it was dead. He groped in his puttees for his knife, and cut off Its shoulder-straps and a button or two, and looted its bosom of such papers as there were—those being details the complete scout officer must attend to. More explosions. and voices bieating “Kamaraden r—terribly anxious voices—in bls ear. The disillusioned sergeant, a practical man. bad ducked into the crater tight behind the seout officer. The raiding party in his rear bad taffikdiately fired their weapons tn all dL Hfies on torST The •t the nearest; he bqdFrog

ment; he now reflected that It was good business—“grenades—l hope to spit in yo’ mess-kit they are—ask the . r used ” It was good business, for It fell fair in the othtr crater, thirty feet away, where the rest of that front-post squad were beginning to react like the brave German turn they wert. Two of these survived, much shaken, and scuttled into the clever little tunnel that connected them with the Feldritter’s crater, emerging with pacific cries at the sergeant’s very feet. Being a man not given to excitement, he accepted them alive, the while he dragged the scout officer standing. “We got our prisoners, sir. Let’s beat it." be suggested. "Their lines Is wakln’ up. sir. It's gonna be bad here —“ The colonel, as gallant a man as ever lived, but not fast, barked Into them. “Prisoners? Hey? How many? Two? Excellent, by God! Give ’em here, young man!” and he seised the unhappy Boches by their collars and shook them violently. “Thought you’d start something. hey? Thought you’d start something, hey?" The scout officer now blew his whistle, the sergeant shouted tn a voice of brass, and the colonel made the kind of remarks a colonel makes. It is related by truthful marines there present that every German in Von Boehn’s army fired on them as they went back but no two agree as to the manner of their return. It is, however. established that the colonel, up the rear, halted about half-way over, drew his hitherto virgin pistol, and wheeled around for a parting shot—something In the nature of un beau geste. Seeing this, the tall French captain, to his rear and left. : drew his pistol and wheeled also, im- < aginlng pursuit. The colonel—and to I this attest the scout officer and his ' sergeant—then shot the Frenchman | through the —as sea-going- marines I say—stem-sheets. The scout, officer and the sergeant got him back some way. both filled with admiration nt his language. By the time they stumbled through the nervous outposts to their own [place. the French captain had lapsed ‘ Into English. “As a wound, you perceive. it is good for a permission. But llt Is not a wound. It la an indignity! And. besides, my new breeches! Ah. I Dlou de Dieu! Ce sale colonel-cl! What will my wife say! That one. she chose the cloth herself! T«»nnerre de canon!" —and he sank into stricken silence. The raiding party shook down tn their several holes, praising God. and went to sleep. The rolonel. with his prisoners, received the compliments of the battalion headquarters and departed for Brigade. The scout officer observed. to his amazement, that they had been out of their lines less than twenty minutes. “Where’s the Fortyninth?" he wanted to know first. “Heli. Jim. they went up to the Bois right after the major sent for you. An’ the Seventeenth. We’re moving battalion headquarters up there now. I Jet your people and come along. Attack or something." After a very full night, the scout officer crawled and scuttled along the ■ last tip of the Bois de Belleau. looking for a bole that a battalion runner told him about. “Seen the lootenant diggin' In ju*t past that last Maxim gun. sir. Right at the nose of the woods where the big rocks is. There’s about a dozen dead Helnles layln’ by a big tree, all together. Can’t miss It. sir.’’ The scout officer bad no desire

Aztecs No Relatives of American Indians

In the early eighties, two Aztecs, a girl and a boy. were shown to Scotland by a man and woman wbo exploited them. As the story of their discovery and kidnaping goes, rumors of the exist ence of two Aztec children reached the Gulf coast, says-a writer to Adventure Magazine. So m«»ad venturers penetrated the hinterland and discovered the two Aztec children, who were posed ou the altar of the temple oy the priest of the cult as subjects f<* veneration, possibly—if the traditions of the Aztecs be rightly handed down to us—held until the time for sacrifice to the god came due The children were kldna|>ed and. after a bit ter struggle with their pursuers, were brought to the coast and aaadrtW aboard ship, and eventually came into the hands of the couole After carefni analysis of the physical characteristics of the Aztecs. It may be said they differed from the Amerindian tn many ways and were an entirely different race of peopl* from the red mao—any nation or peoEon< Sie«p for Long Life How much sleep should a business man have if he wishes to keep fit and live to a good old age? The Question is answered by Dr. A T. Nankivell. the medical officer of Plymouth. England, who says that eight to ten hours is necessary. He points out that although we crowd Into our days three times as much as our grandparents did. we take only the same amount of rest and The strain of modem life to eontfderable, says Doctor NanklreU. and a man who has nad a strenuous day should rest and sleep his eight w ten hours If be wishes to keep Ms youth I and arterial elasticity. . • • —■ ■ • ■ >*

to be utoiuig tn the ■•• re. tog. when all well-regulated people' areasleep If possible.* and If you moved here the old Boche had away of sniping at you with W—that wicked, fiat-trajectory Austrian gun—but he followed an urge that only Tommie could supply. So he came at last to a miserable shelter scooped tn the lee of a rock Here two long legs protruded from under a brown German blanket, and here he prodded and shook until the i deplorable countenance of hia brother officer emerged yawning. “Say," demanded the scout officer, “you save my slum? Gimme my slum." “Why, hello, Jim! Why didn’t you come back, like you said you was?, Where you been? You said you was cornin’ right back." “Didn’t you save me my monkey- ’• meat? We went on a raid, damn it. I—" “Raid? Raid? What ratdr “Oh, we went over to Torcy. Gimme my monkey-meat." “Well, you see, Jim—the fact Is—well, we got moved up here right after you left, and they attacked from in here, an’ we came on in after them. Just got to sleep—” “I haven’t had any sleep or any chow or anything—two sardines, by the bright face of God —” The scout officer pounced upon a frowsy musette bag which the other had used for a pillow and Jerked out a fire-blackened mess-klt. He wrenched the lid off and snarled horribly. “Empty, by God!" His hands fell lax across his kneea. He looked sadly over the blasted fields of Torcy. and he said, with the cold bitterness of a man who has tried tt all and come to a final conclusion: “War—sure-—is—hell." There were places like this down tn the Touralne country, around the town Americans called St Onion. Canals with poplars mirrored In them, where it wa* pleasant to loaf at the end of the day. The women were kindly and disposed to make friends; It Is a pity that there were not enough to go around. They had. also, an eye for corporals and sergeants; the bored privates on the bank, sentimental souls, are singing “Sweet Ad-e-llne. . . . " or It may be something very different. The sergeant, a sensitive spirit, will presently see that they get some extra police duty. CHAPTER X The Rhine. The bugles went while It was still as dark as the inside of a dog. There was swearing and sickly yellow can-dle-light tn the billets, mean houses in a mean little Rhlne-Provtnce town, and the chow lines formed on the company galleys tn an Icy December rain. The rain pattered on helmets and mess-kits, and fell In slanting lines through the smoky circles of light where The cooking-fires burned feebly. The faces of the marines, as they filed out of the dark for food, were gray and frowsy. The cooks Issued corn-bill hash, and dared any man to growl on the coffee. How the hell could it be blled enough, with wet wood and very little of that—been up al! night, as it is— you sports just pull in your necks! The companies gulped their ration in sullen silence, rolled damp blankets Into the prescribed pack, and when the bugles squawked assembly, they fell in without confusion or enthusiasm. Platoon sergeants, with flash lights or lanterns, called the rolls; somewhere out tn front, first sergeants received the reports; officers clumped along the lines to their units, grumbling.—“ All here, first Sergeant T— “ Beg the capfn’s pardon —couldn’t see you In the dark, sir—all present-counted-for, sir!—" “Nice day for a hike. Major says, goln’ to the Rhine today. Eighteen or twenty kilometa —don’t know exactly. Dam’ such a war! I’d like the old kind, where you went Into winter quarters —Brrr —" The captain pulled his collar around his ears. Presently a bad tempered drawling voice bayed “Squads right—march !—“ There was a shuffle of bobnails In the mud. and the rattle of rifle-slings. The First battalion, of the Fifth marines took the road. <TO BE CONTINUED.>

pie of the Amerindians. The bead, the features, eyes, mouth, nose. Jaw and chin’ had no resemblance to an* Indian nation or people. or even to the mixed races of the red man. which range from the Slave lake of northern Canada to Patagonia In South America. The outstanding difference was In the hair. The hair of the Aztecs was a long, frizzy shock that stood upright from the forehead “Loaf Continwnf” Again Though the myth of the lost continent has long since been thought exploded. a recent article in a Dutch periodical thriven the story and adds that after all it may have existed. Scientists also are dl-wmuilng IL Rooks are written to prove it once existed and new-found shallows In the Gulf of Gascony start speculations once again. Once the loot continent was a matter of faith, and men took the word of the Egyptian priest who told Solon it ora* larger than all Libya and Asia, and lay beyond the Pillars of Hercules, near the true sea. It sank, said the Egyptian, after an earthquake that shook Rs golden cittea for a day and a night “whereupon that sea is now impassable on account of the slime and mud which has been left.* —“P. V. P.* Ln Atlanta Constitution. Profit in Good Swrotco It Is always the employee wliQ Worta for his employer rather thair for himself who becomes in the end the employer blnweif. Service pays In actual dollars and cents. It is the most profitable word In the language as well aa the greatest.—Edward Bok. The quickest way to learn all about huwan nature is to lend money to a tot of people.—System Magaiine.

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CHAPTER X—Continued Mhe too was silent for a spac*. Rilled by the attack of a sudden jemptatlon. She wanted to be close to him again, break down the barriers tnd extend her arms to him for succor and support. The desire to tell him gripperl her. undermined her will like a disintegrating drug. She did not daro to broach it suddenly, sense enough remained in her to go carefully. stPp by s’ep. “I wonder if any one here does know something and is keeping it Back.” “It may be—too frightened to’speak." He gave her an uneasy side glance. “Are yon imagining that you know zometh.ng yon ought to tell?’’ “No. oh no. But I keep thinking of tt, alt kinds of possibilities. Now. •on, if you had suspicions of some one?" He looked at the grass at his feet •u harassed survey of his obligation: “l‘m the only person here they know anything about, that they care to trust. It’s a devilish position, trying to hide what you think, trying to state »nly what you know, fairly, without personal feeling or prejudice. Bue It’s up to me to do it till we round up tomething. I don’t want to get anybody in wrong, but. good lord, if 1 knew any one was—didn’t guess, wa* ture of it—l’d give the information ap Just as quick as I could get across co that library.” Her hope was over and she saw sow how wild tt had been. With a heart like stoae she sat by him. feeing the contact of his body, his artn pressed against her side, knowing hertelf as far removed from his comfort and help as though an ocean lay between them. Suddenly the doorway of the living room sprang into the dimness, an illumined square, and Mrs. Pinkney was visible moving about lighting the lamps. “No moon tonight.” said Bassett, and getting up. drew her to her feet. “Come, let’s go in. It’s too chilly for you out here.” It was not till they had gathered round the supper table that Rawson’s absence was revealed. Miss Pinkney, coming in with the teapot, saw the empty chair and frowned. “Is Mr. Rawson coming to his sm»per?" she remarked with an acid note. “Mr. Rawson’s away on business.’’ Williams answered. “You can keep something for him-” No more was said and the meal proceeded on Its dismal way. After supper Bassett and Williams retired to the library. They were surprised and Intrigued by the length of Rawson's absence. Williams wondered if he could have come on anything about Joe Tracy; hut Bassett shook the suggestion off with a shrugHe could check up oh Joe In half an hour; besides, there was nothing to be ’ocked for in that line. Hss confidence was not assumed, his mind was untroubled by any fears about Joe. That something had turned up which might head the chase in a new direction was so encouraging a thought that, by contrast to his sensations for the last twenty-four hours, he felt almost cheerful. In the relaxation of the strain he was conscious of fatigue for the first time. He threw himself on the sota and In a moment bad sunk lute the deep deathlike sleep of exhaustion. Williams, sitting near the telephone also nodded, his big body sagged to gether in the chair his chin embedded in his chestThe group in the living room, viewed

bv the uninformed spectator, might have been the usual evening gatheriug of an informal Gull island house party. They made a deceptively quiet pictore. pleasant, agreeable looking people resting in reposeful attitudes after a day to the open air. Stokes was the sole member of the company whose inner unrest broke out to movement. He paced back aud forth before the fireplace, quick long strides over the bear rug to the hail door aud back upon. (_>nce or twice the edge of the rug caught his toe and be kicked it out of hi* *ray with a violent angry jerk of his foot When the minutes ticked away and no one came to overlook or overbear, a cautious trickle of talk began to fioW. (jnertfon and Answer crossed, low-toned, interrupted by warning looks at the ball door." Where had Rawson gone, what could he be after? That the quritioo lay uppermost to «ll their minds was shown by the quick response to the first, murmured tentative, the comprehension of aeotences left unfinished with only the query in the eyes to point their meanin*. Rawaon iq®st have got Md of some information, gone afield new clue. Then followed speculations, surmises, suggestions—wild, fantestic. probable It might have - been nothing Shine thought, simply a trip to the county Mat on business connected with the ease. At this Anne crept into the circle of lamplight, nodding an avid agreement Stokes coming forward caught his foot to the edge of the bear rug. stumbled and broke Into a stream of curses. Miss Pinkney, who thought oaths anywhere reprehensible and on Gull island profanation, grimly bode him lift his feet He glared at her, more curses imminent and Flora groaned, clutching tha arms df her ehair and rolling *ber eyes upward. “For God’s sake don't mind anything anybody says.” implored Mrs. Cornell. This is a murder case, not taKtzlfortM'* . .. .. -

They calmed down and presently, with no more ideas to exchange, grew silent, listening for the returning launch. The significance o| what they awaited grew with the minutes till the coming of the launch seemed an event of fearful import upon which their fates hung. The entrance of Williams shook them from their terrors. If his face told them nothing, his mauuer was kindly gruff—they must be tired, best thing for them to go to bed. As they rose aud trailed limply to the doors he beckoned Shlue to remaiu. He would want him later, had a job for him. so he’d better go now aud get some sleep. Williams went back to the library, where Bassett still slept. He looked at his watch—a quarter to nine. He couldn’t understand It—what could Rawson have got hold of ou the mainland when it was as plain as printing Mrs. Stokes was the guilty party. He started aud moved to the window; the throbbing beat of an engine caiue through the silence, a low spark of light was advancing from the opposite shore. When he heard the boat grinding against the wharf he waked Bassett. ' “Rawson’s comiug. And it’s nearly nine.” ■ Rawson came In by the window, his eyes blinking in the room’s brightness. He tried to look stern but satisfaction shone in his eyes and lit his long lau-tern-jawed face. He was like the bearer of good tidings who would have worn the high smile of triumph if a smile were fitting. “Well,” said Williams, “where the devil have you been?” "Down the coast, twenty-five miles, on roads that would have put anything but a flivver our of commission.” "You got something?" “1 did —this time. We’re on the right track uow if I'm not much mistaken.” Williams gave an incredulous grunt. He did not believe in new material and in advance placed himself in stubborn opposition: "What did you go down the coast for?” "To find a man called Gabriel Harvey.” Bassett, about to sit down, stopped iu surprise: ‘’Gabriel Harvey? That’s our launchman.” “Exactly. Aud 1 had a devil of a time tv rind him. D , place called White Beach, hidden away with friends in a shack without a telephone." “But why—" “Hl tell you. 1 weut over there to look into Joe Tracy’s movements I couldn’t, find anyone who’d seen him come ashore aud learned that the man Gabriel who took him over, had gone to this place Wiyte Beach for dee> s»ea fishiug. Not being able to get bold of him 1 went to the station to see if I could gather up anything. And 1 : did. The baggage man told me Gabriel I had been there before he left for I White Beach leaving a suitease and fishing rod tq be held till Tracy called i for them. They’re there now. 1 saw I tbem.” Williams said nothing, not ready ! with argument till more was divulge-1. Bassett, in blank .amazement. eJac j ulated: -Why. that’s the most extraordinary j thine —" “Walt. Mr. Bassett.” Rawson raise-1 a long commnndins hand. "I hung round till the evening train came tn: that’s the train Tracy was to Sake. I .•.TAT.'.T.'.TAIir

— . — Toys Aid Formation of Child’s Character

A toy! That’s what we think of as ••on as we plan to give a present to a child, because all children love toys To many people the mere pleasure is reason enough for gning whatever the child desires most without any further thought to the matter —unless it to. <a»urse. the expense. Tet these mivou sidering givers are numerous among those who find the greatest fault with the young people of today because they are extravagant and wasteful, because they have uu resources for entertainment within themselves. They little realize font what they deplore tn the present gen eration of young people had its beginnings in wrong training during the first vears of these children's lives. Toys have a direct bearing not only upon young people’s amusements, but upon the development <rf their char acter as well. The first consideration, of course. *n selecting playthings to the question of pleasure for the child. But what sort San-Spof Superstition The weather men of antiquity had Itttie inforuiatioßv they were goxl observers. They can scarcely have missed seeing that years when sun spots were visible to the naked eye were also likely.to be years of severe storms. Storms being among-■, the. greatest of primitive the superstition of sun-spot’ malevolence was a natural consequence.—New Y«t HamM- Tribuae. ’ Chemutry and Taste As soon as the eminent dietitians wnmnumd anvthing on account of its high iron or mineral salt content or something of that sort we get prejudiced against, even if we like tt.<JM» State MWL “

3HW VtoK ** branch road and travel is light at tha hpqr—and he remembered his passen gers, two women and a child. Thos» wefe the only people who left Hay worth on the seven-fifteen, the lasi evening train. I went back to the vll lage and made inquiries. Tracy had hired no vehicle at the garage or liv ery stable, nor had he been seen anywhere about the place. Then I got j ; car and went to White Beach. I was some time locating the old chap, but I finally ran him down. He said h“ had not taken Tracy across to the! mainland last night." Rawson dropped back in hie chair j Tn answer to Bassett's expression h« nodded soberly: “Yes, it’s a pretty queer busines*. Gabriel said he’d told the boy to be on time; made it clear to him that he wouldn’t wait. When Tracy was not on the wharf he went to the house to look for him. saw hts bag and fish tug-rod in the doorway and took them No one was about and he left —not sorry. I inferred from what he said, re give the young cub,’ as he called him. a lesson." Bassett got up: “But it’s incomprehensible." be ex claimed. “I can’t make head nor tui of it. No one ever questioned tha! I he’d gone.” “No one said they'd seen him g« but his sister.*’ came from Williams. Bassett wheeled on him: “Yes. you asked her. Didn’t sh* say she’d seen him?” “No.” Rawson’s voice was dryly quiet. “I’ve thought of,that. Wh»: she said was that he went. In al’ fairness to her she probably thought so—took It for granted, as you all did . —that he’d gone.” “But why? What’s the meaning of it? If he’d missed the boat he’d have turned up. he’d be here now.” “Oh. he didn’t miss the boat.” said Rawson. “Weil, then, what was he doing? What made him stay?” In the turmoil of his amazement, this sudden precipitation of a new mystery. Bassett had not yet grasped the sinister trend of the ether’s thoughts. "Why.” said Rawson slowly, “be might have been staying for a pur pose.” “What purpose?” tCan’t you imagine a purpose, Mr | Bassett?" “Good God. you don’t mean to say you think he did it?” “I’m not saying anything yet. Bnt I’d llkjf you to tell me how you explain it. He says he’s going, leads every one to think he’s going, makes all th* preparations for his departure, then secretly, without divulging any change of plans, doesn’t go. Aren’t those actions —well to put it mildly—questionable? And note this. He had cause for anger against Miss Saunders—she’d given him away to you—am: yon yourself have told us that he iiac an ungovernable temper." “He had a devilish temper and a d —d mean disposition and I make n f > doubt he was blazing mad with her But that he'd go to work to kill her in cold blood, lay in wait for her—no—you can’t make me think that."” “Same here.” said Williams. “Yor ain’t got enough provocatioa. With Mrs. Stokes you have —a woman jealous of her husband.” “And you’ve got a man.” retorted Rawson, “moved by one of the passions that lead oftenest to murderrevenge." /■Revenge?" echoed Williams. “Miss Saunders' accusation. If true —and I think It was—would ruin him to his profession. He learned what she'd done to him just before he was due to leave.” z A chill passed through Bassett—revenge was a word that fitted Joe. But he cast the thought out. moving away from the desk and exclaiming with angry repudiation: “Oh. it's unthinkable, preposterous” “What but an evil intention could have made him act as he did?” “Any numt>er of things. It may be a prank—a practical joke wet! get an explanation of later. He may havt invented the story of his fishing trip and gone off With a girt." - “Had lie a girl?" “1 don’t know—also he may have ; done something dishonor got in wrong some way—be was capable of it. I’m not defending hitu—and beeu frightened anti lit out.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) •X<‘X-i>X>X<'X>X<-X>X'C-X->X<-X'>X*X-fr

of pleasure—momentary, overexcite ment or permanent contribution to hl* .interests • and re*ources? —Children, the Magazine for Parents. Bullocks Are His Pride Bob Flood of Waigett. N. S. owns a team of 26 bullocks which be treats gentlemanly at all times. l*e has never been heard to swear at an> of them, though in conversation bfrequently uses profanity. Whet, working hts team he never carries i whip and seldom, if ever, has to sj>eak to them louder than in an ordinary tone. His ream to the envy of carriers within 100 miles of WalgetL First Newspaper The first newspaper ever published was the Boman Acta Dinina (Daily Deeds). It appeared in 691 B. C, but It is not known whether it was of parchment, board or brick. The first , daily newspaper was published to Germany. and the first advertisement—of sering a reward for two stolen horses —appeared in a London newspaper to I the Sixteenth century, according to the Dearborn Independent. i Indians Without Salt according to the “Handbook ot American Indians," not all of the tribes of Indians were aceumstomed to using salt; whether from difficulty ; of procuring it, ths absence of the I habit a repugnance for the mineral or for religious reasons, it is not always possible to say. Salt exists in enormous quantities tn the United States, and it was not difficult for Indian* to obtain it Furniture and polished floor* will never shine if polish to applied with • soiled cloth.

Go West for Tour Vacation America’s most wonderful trip is to and through the glorious West—Puget Sound. Rainier National Park,Seattle, Tacoma, Portland and California. Go one way, at least, on the incomparable *• Olympian.” Enroute visit Yellowstone Park through the new picturesque Gallatin Gateway aae trance. y Low round-trip fares are now in effect. Return limit Oct. 31st. Stop-over privileges and free side-trips. Write. t>h<v»e or call or oar Travel Experts jar fail details and Help ia fianmng >our trip Address Travel Bureau C M. * St. P Ry. .SOS Tranepartat’n Detroit />’ (ST Union Trust Blds. AMUiMffiidttag Cleveland in Mereh. Batik Blds. Indianapolis 3558 Milwaukee Road

Plants Grow More at Night With the aid of special measuring .ipparatus. Prof. F. M Andrews of ■ Indiana university has found that the stalks of some plants grow more in the night than they do in the day. says . Popular Mechanics Magazine. The leaves showed as much development in s i the light as they did when the sun was d >wn. A man wrote a history of the world and omitted all the wars. The book was half an inch thick.

Grind Feed Cor Money Own the feed business with this new kind of feed mill. Every community is now, or soon will be demanding feed ground quickly in large quantities and very fine. Medium grinding, done by many kinds of mills, is no longer in demand. This is the latest form of feed grinder. It combines the cutting action of the attrition mill with the hammering action of the hammer mill This mill will grind 100 lbs. of > ear corn, oats, rye, barley, alfalfa, or anything grindable to any fineness, with 25% to 50% less power than any other type of grinder. ThJs saving in power alone makes these mills money makers all over the country. They will give you a better profit grinding feed than any other business ? in which you can engage on the same amount of capital. There should be one in your coramunity. Send for free booklet “THE STORY, CF A WONDERFUL FEED MILL Which tells you about this mill and the „ opportunity of making money in the ali-year feed business. Complete equipments in capacities from 2.500 to 25,000 per hour, costing from $750 and up. Many mills pay for themselves u* a • few months. Anglo-American Mill Co. S-«S0 Kenedy Av*. O weawbnre, Ky.

Taxation Brings Back Horses Taxation is patting the lowly hfrsw hack into style tn London, replacing the automobile, one firm-has 60 npor>» horses than before the war. and is J*tUl displacing mechanical vehicles frith horses whenever there is an opportunity: With care, a horse doing ordinary work should last 15 years They have been found more eeonomiCat n It lathers instantly in any ■ ■ water and removes stub- ■] ■ born dirt and grime. ■ Girb Marry at Twslvs In five states of the Union twelve years is the lowest age at which a girl may marry with the co-'sent of het parents, according to Liberty J T'lese States are Kentucky. Isiuisiana. Maryland, Mississippi and Virginia, jToo Fresh Customer —Have you stuffed olives! Young Grocer —No. ma'am, but 1 have filled dates. , ( for Indignation, Dyapepaia, etc. Relieve* Dtetreaa after Hurried Media er Overeating. Being • gentle laxative, It keepa the dlgestive tract working normally. 30c&90c. At ail Drugflists. G. G. GREEK, Inc- WOODBURY, ». J. ———— ■