The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 20, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 15 September 1927 — Page 9

King’s Mate i By Rosita Forbes ; Copyright by Roaita Forbaa .< WNU Sarvica STORY FROM THE Rosemary Crofton te visiting the governor's palace tn Fe*. Morocco, with her aunt. Lady Tregarten A Frenchman. De Vriea. makes love to her He tells her of the Raid, a mysterious person In the service of the sultan Rosemary repulses De Vries' love. Nest morning, while j riding, she Is thrown from her • horse and rendered unconscioua She is rescued by Riff tribesmen and meets the Raid, who turns out to be an Englishman. The Raid says it would jeopardise his cause to return her to Fes Pete an Australian, and Zarifa, a servant, are assigned to I care for her She learns the Raid’s name is Westwyn Marjgg tengo. a Spaniard. Is attracted by her beauty He subtly sets jj >hout gaining her favor by pre|j tending to help her to escape.

"CHAPTER lll—Continued *.«ut no oho to help me to take t ha»J“ ventu red ,he sr,r *- f,er hewrt Ahwrl*** * D her l,,roat - bad oot 10 rv -*’“ l ber purpose so bru-Mj'•*‘ , y Her hands clenched at her sides, held herself immobile, and felt ft ' ‘»‘-M»d rising to her thront. to her A* <V*d- Well, It was tlone now! he lake It? Tilt ruMT** 6 *•« prolonged. Marteng<. who *-!P 1118 WU T c,ear hi a second w(abej^ er to think he was rehelp yon." h* salt} at fast In a <* v «' retrained voice. J A tlgh eseelgjfrom tier tension realty? Are you wrlous'f*U s ; 4 »> y “1 mean It," reatrhed Martengo. •I've been considering It ever since yon told me your story. You shall get away Just as soon as 1 can manage IL” “HowF demanded II oletu ar y. •How?" Her breath came unevenly ' between parted. expectant lipa. Martengo lowered his eyes, lie was not quite so sure of himself as usual. “That'll have to be planned. Can you get hold of a native dress?" “Oh. yes. easily. I'm busy now making a barracan Into a skirt 1 didn’t . propose to spend the rest of my life tn these." She flicked her worn riding breeches expressively. The sun was sinking behind the hills. Rosemary • 't-.v.jthe nm of light which Xwd th««B J . wy night, wbaa that dl!«appeat»®rtlMl K’4- «hht on my prison* she •Maimed and. tor a moment her face was haggard. “We’ll open the door." returned the Spaniard. “I must think It out (And*, let’s go back." The girl sprang to ber feet, whirled to face the sunset flung out her arms Impulsively. “Thank God !" she cried. *Thnnk God!" The light was reflected on her as she turned, flushed and half ashamed, but still throbbing with elation. “You can’t think what it means to me." Martengo met her gladness, realised her young For a minute he was on the heights. He saw the possibility of a great gesture of returning the girl to Fes amidst a ptmut of gratitude and appreciation, saw himself heroic—and. In the same second, thought of a reward. They went down the hill In silence, each absorbed In their own plana "When can you arrange It?" urged Boadtr >ry. They were passing the •Mtn IM-. a mud structure t * agei ute cliff. “Come In for a moment." suggested Marten go. “and I’ll show you a map. ITI have to take you a long way round.” There were several posts on the route you came.” He opened his door, but the girl hesitated. “Pete will be suspicious." she said. “He's sure to hear. Bring the map to the guest house in a book." Juan accepted her subterfuge, but the Impulse that bad flamed tn him on the cliff was burned in that moment. “Kight.” he said, cynicfam, in his eyes, velvet in his voice. “We will start plotting tomorrow.” ' With reiterated thanks, Rosemary went down the path. Martengo stood In the doorway, looking after ber and his eyes, wide open now. as brutal as the gesture aritbOrhich he crushed the thing be Imagined In bls hold. Next morning brought Westwyn to TelehdL Riding into the village alone, be dismounted at the headman’s door, tethered his horse, and interrupted Menebbhe's meditations. “By Allah, you are welcome!" cried the old warrior, offering a share of his mat. “What news from the south?” “Things are going fairly well on that front. The Uerga tribe* are loyal and the Ahmas (referring to the western ‘lmit of the war sone) la too hard a *ot for France to crack." They discussed the situation on the Spanish front. x "The general is overbold." said the aeAdman. drawing a map in the sand. Ts be pushes his outposts aero** that river, we can cut them off.” Westwyn leaned forward to look at die tracing. The dam Is in the hills," explained the Riff. The two men’s eyes met "By gum! A' charge of powder would breach it" muttered the Englishman “And the Spaniard* would never •eturn.” A servant came out of the house irlth coffee. The headman drew his yrown burnous around hint Tt t* to te considered." be said. "When do roo go to the sultan?" Be referred M> abd-el Krim. t

“Tomorrow. 1 have so-.e work t< do -here first.” “You have one thing to do," Insistec the headman, replacing bis cup on the tray and waving awuy the servant The woman you sent Is well, but sb< Is overmuch with the Spaniard." The Englishman was unmoved bj his host’s significance. “Martengo’s a bit of a cur.” he said, “but he’ll never take on Pete." The Riff looked at him as Abraham might have looked at a foolish but engaging child. “If you have any interest in the woman, marry ber.” h* said. “While she is no one’s property she is not safe from these dogs of unbelievers." Westwyn threw back his bead and laughed. “Good Lord.” he said, “she’s nothing to do with me." “She I* of your race," returned the Moslem with gravity, “and a man te responsible for bls countrywomen." Westwyn chewed the end of his extinguished pipe. “I’ll see that nothing happens to her,” he assured the bead man. “From my people she is safe." re turned the old Riff, “but yours waste much time on women." He escorted bis guest to the door with the courtesy be would have paid to a man of great age and rank. CHAPTER IV It was afternoon when Westwyn marched into the guest bouse. Rose tnary was sitting on the flat roof un der a shelter rigged up by Pete. She was aedring striped red and blue linen and she dropped It in a heap when she saw het visitor. “I couldn’t raise anyone to send you warning." apologised the Kaid. "The whole place Is asleep. I saw a bundle in a corner, which I suppose 1s Zarifa Does she look after you well?” "Adnilrably.” replied Rosemary. “And she hAs a passion for you Did you know It?" They sat on a wall, and the srfrl picked tip her sewing, for- - mind was set on escape. She was I frightened lest this man who was her t Jailer. Should read her thoughts. "Zarifa Imagines she‘has reason to tie grateful." said Westwyn. “She Is a widow and. therefore, doomed to a ; poor aijrt of life, as servant to her in- > laws. 1 Induced the headman here to i take N*P in—he’* jg kindly soul—in- * •ten l work hi the I believe she'd Jlk*W hln>: for now. The Riffs I people when you get St >w " ■ He talked of the Riffs and uncomplaining life, of their faitlhiStaii th*lr grim determination to die quered. Rosemary’s hands lay still in her I lap. She was seeing the struggle of a primitive people, deaperate and uncomprehending. against the Moloch known as civilization. “Neither of us. English, could let them Idawn," said Westwyn. taking her agreement for granted. He looked at ber with kind, grave eyes, and the girl t>lt |lke Judas. i Westwyn came again next morning, though he knew he ought to have been away with the dawn. He had spent a ' comparatively sleepless night, wonr daring *tet he could do for his unwilling **e*t. I! .-ternary had at last uu his consciousness, j He was sorry for her. but he never doulited that her detention was inevitable. “What are you making?” be asked bbf' eyes not on the piled blue Hnen but on the fair, glinting hair above It “A skirt and a jumper.” said the girt with ah expression of distaste. "You have said nothing about my going.” She could not keep the bitterness out of ber voice. “I'd give a lot to get you out of thia. You must be bating me pretty thoroughly.* I suppose I didn’t realise what it meant to you. We’re not used to women hutting in." He hesitated.! “I wish you’d let me know If there’s anything I can do.” ! <TO BE CONTINUED.) J Marmalade Makes Big Demand tor Oranges Not only doe* John Bull consume enormous quantities of marmalade and Jam at borne, but he sends a lot of it abroad. j The marmalade of Britain is produced from sour oranges and sugar. The best known firms use almost exclusively the Sevijle bitter orange, j whljch baa comparatively little pulp and consists for the most part of rind, the substance most desirable for the | manufacture of good marmalade. Inasmuch as oranges are perishable, the brokers accept the highest bids made on the day of sale ami never reserve the fruit for future offerings. These sales are held regularly on what are known as "market days.” The character, quantities,* qualities and nativity of the fruit are catalogued several days in advance, so the auctions are always well attended and the bidding ia lively. The London Fruit exchange, where these auctions are held, stands in the heart of the city iu a large structure known as the Monument building. It Is said that a sum in excess of $20.OOO.OtX) is annually required to pay for the oranges sold In this exchange, the great bulk of the sale being at public auction. Charity Needed Every little while I discover some new terrible thing the men do to the women. The other day I beard a woman telling of the suffering wives endure from being compelled to listen to their husband's old jokes; It Is one of the real burdens of women. I made no reply, but in looking tor excuses all I could think of was this: Does tt ever occur to women that they are as tiresome to men as men are to women? My general conclusion te we should be more charitable with each other, and talk less.—E. W. Howe’s Monthly, Peril From Insects Insects regarded as harmless to plant life may develop a ravenous appetite tor some new crop introduced Into their surroundings. Room Enough 3st Tunkins say* no flat is so small that It doesn't provide room tor an argument.—-Washington Star,

THE LOVE SONG OF THE BELLS

i (0 u a I. Walsh.) WE WERE sitting on the front porch of our Fayette street home talking over the events of the day. Dinner was over, dishes were washed ani, cares of the day were gone. Everything seemed as usual, with perhaps the exception of a peculiar silence on the part of Rusa He seemed expectantly quiet I watched him in a puzzled way. Suddenly, as if from a dream, Russ moved and spoke. His voice was strange, peculiar to the domestic atmosphere of the group. “to just two minutes you will hear it" The words were a murmur. "Hear what?" I asked amazed at his sudden seriousness. "A romance.” "A romance? Russ, are you crazyT’ Tn just two minutes you will hear a romance, or what I believe to be a romance.” The words were sincere. Dad looked at mother with a troubled glance. I' wondered what had come over the boy and yet I said nothing. The following two minutes seemed as ages. The tenseness of Russ’ mood, his strange voice and his strange words had affected all. At the end of the period the silence was relieved by the stroke of the chimes in the city hall many blocks away. At the first stroke of the bells Russ put his finger to his lips to urge greater silence, although the stillness was already excruciating. One, two, three and on to seven the chimes struck—and nothing happened. I started to breathe again, , “Aw. shucks! It’s nothing but the chimes," I muttered somewhat disappointed, although I bad really expected nothing. “Sh-h—listen.” warned Russ. And then we heard it, the most amazing and awe-inspiring thing we had ever experienced. Intermingled with the dying echoes of the chimes were the last bars of the old, “I Love You Truly.” The notes could not be mistaken. They ' were low hut audible and distinct, and with the fading echo of the bells were r a thing of beauty. We gasped and for la long time no one spoke. \FinaUy dad recovered and attemptedSwiSfeak the situation with a try at humorik ••Just aoflWNsfiklfe tapping out a love song to his •W^s< heba '” he offered with a hoarse But his suggestion It was not In keeping with the»lW»ge mood that the music had created. \. “What do you make of it? JVhen did you discover It?” I asked. v “Just a few nights ago. I heard thX aielody accidentally while attempting to w’eave a rhyme into the notes of the bells. I thought at first that tt wls Idle fancy, but I find that the same music may be heard every evening at exactly the same time.” “Probably somebody sending a love song, as dad says.” I conjectured. “But you haven’t witnessed the strange part of it yet," Russ said. “That music cannot be heard any place but here." Os course we did not think that possible, but upon Investigation the next evening we found that Russ was right. The music was heard on the front porch, but Inaudible at the home of a friend less than a block away. Russ decided to Investigate and the the next evening hid himself tn the town hall tower. We were sitting on the porch waiting tor the chimes that evening and were not disappointed. They were clear and unmistakable as before. [ Anxiously we awaited the explanation j that Russ had promised to bring to us. A f-w minutes later he arrived, his fiace bore an expression of radiant peace. He seemed happy, though older. “Well, who Is the bird sending love J songs to bis best girl*’ asked dad. “Yes. or oho 1s the guy that gummed up the mechanism until it Imitates Paderewski?" I addetL “Folks, it’s a romance." Russ explained. “A beautiful little romance that has been going on under the very eyes of thousands tor more than twenty years.” We were visibly affected as Russ continued. “You remember the gray-haired old night watchman at the town hall? Just Frank, I believe they call him. Well, be has been climbing that tower to wind his dock* every night exactly at the stroke of seven. And In the overtone of the bells he taps out that little t*ne to let his little old mate at home kliow that he has climbed safely to th* tower. She te an Invalid, and each evening she waits patiently for new* of ber loved one’* dangerous elimb. Not until she te certain be I* sato will she turn to her rest.” Every one remembered Frank. All •hat knew him loved him. He was the

Made Napoleon Admit Power of Woman’s Wit

a« a rule conversation as an art develops only In middle life after the mind Is enriched by reading and travel * and broadened by experience, but Mme, de Stael was an exception. Even I as a child she showed signs of her ! destiny as the brilliant French authoress and leader In society, her | youthful conversation being remark- • able for command of words and beautiful sentiment. Her chubby fingers | were usually busy writing and she delighted In composing dramas wherein she made kings and queens act all of the parts. Time and again. It Is said, she amaxed adults with the genius of her comprehension and penetration of character. When she reached young womanhood the star of Napoleon Bonaparte was rising and mighty as was his will to power he feared her and paid her what was probably the greatest compliment ever paid a woman. When he came to rule one of his first official acts was to exile her, showing that he her a dangerous rival He

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friend of every boy in tin* town i: was an idea] character for such » beautiful romance. “But,” r asked, “why Is it that th* music cannot be heard farther dowr the. street?" “Because it is overtone," explained Russ. “Overtone te the disturbance of fading sound vibration and can only be heard when the vibrations reach a certain speed. For that reason they can only be heard exactly the right distance from the source. The little old watchman taps those notes to be heard at his little home, which te exactly the same distance from the tower as we are." The explanation was accepted. Each evening we sat on the porch waiting for the love song. We would never leave tor an appointment until we had been cheered by the strains. They seemed to become a part of us and no one cared to admit how much he depended upon the music. And one night in September we failed to hear it We looked at each other in surprise. No one spoke for a while. Then, to camouflage his real feelings, dad asked: °T wonder who scared the old beezer out of the tower?" “Perhaps the old lady has wrapped a frying pan around his head.” “Maybe he’s fallen and broken his neck” “Wonder what she’ll think when she doesn't hear ItY’ Many were the conjectures as to the cause of the music’s failure. None of them satisfied us, however, and the next evening Russ returned with an explanation. “She Is ill,” he said, “and he te at her beside." Mother prepared a basket of food, and with a suitable vase of flowers Russ and I visited the home of the little old couple. The smiles of appreciation we received were a great reward for our visit. A few days later we were overjoyed to hear the melody once more. The same old tune as clear and audible as before. Each evening we heard the strains as usual until one night in late December. It had been a dreary day. The sky was overcast and the fail of darkness sent us Indoors earlier than usual But at seven we appeared on the porch in overcoats awaiting the cheer that the melody always brought. But at the first note we dropped our heads. I looked at mother and saw a tear creep into her eye. I turned toward the wall to hide my own. Slowly and sobbingly, as If a wail of a thousand heartaches, the music came. But the “I Love You Truly” was lost in strains of “Nearer, My God, to Thee.” We understood. Flowers were sent to the little old lady’s funeral as • token of the greatest and purest lovs we had ever known. We did not expect to hear the chimes after that, although we sub consciously listened in vain. It was the following spring that I was visitstag at the home friend in the subWbs of the city, "fi'e were sitting on P° rt ’h the chimes in the distanrtiL began to toll the hours and 1 as. If by habit. I was !*jqazed well as ove«joy#C to hear old melody again, almost And yet I could make it out. Th* mumt■flßOtoflPTl LoW ¥•>« Truly" that had cheered n« for *« many months. I drove home at top speed with th*’ joyful news. The following evening the family gathered at the home of my friend to hear the strains. Russ had gone to the tower to investigate. Again we it and attempted to explain the related melody. Some one even suggested that the old fellow had remarried and moved to another part of the city. A little later Russ arrived with an explanation. “She is resting in the little cemetery at Diamond Grove and* he has broadened the overtone to help his loved one rest in peace." And still as the years creep on the little old watchman tolls Jiis loved one that he has climbed safely to the tower. Queer Doings A soldier, who had been a railway porter before the war. on his return resumed Idk duties, and on being asked one day by a traveler If he noticed any changes since he s left, re plied: “Sure an’ Oi do. sor. The eilven train now shtarts at twelve; the express doesn’t stop at all, an’ there's nt lasht train!” True The compositor to setting op a poem about Lindbergh spelled tt “propellor." “It’s a mistake, I know," said he. “but It te only a slight mistake. Why all the to**?" • j Tn an airplane poem you dtm?* want anything wrong with peller." ’ _ | Tactful Ten lectures were delivered in <<ia* gow prisons last year. One was Wtitled. “How to Be Happy," ’ ' jT;

said of her, “The arrow* of Mme. de Stael could reach a man if he were * seated upon a rainbow.”—Kansas City 1 Times. “What the Dickens!” When you exclaim, “What lhe dick ens!” you are not referring to the author. The proof that Charles Dickens has nothing to do with toe expression Is that Dickens was born long after Shakespeare died, and Shakespeare causes one of hfr characters— Mrs. Page, to "The Merry Wives of Windsor*”—to say. T«* nnot think what the dickens his name fa." The term fa probably a contraction of ’’derilktos." No Happiness in ’■Heness An Idle spirit -can scarcely be a happy spirit If the mind does tot fill itself with something worth thsuking about it te sure to be filled with that which presently fa worse than use es* —Exchange.

What’s the Answer.——# Questions No. 13 1— Who used the pen name George Eliot? 2— What was the longest game in the American league? B—How ’many secretaries of stat* became Presidents and who were they? 4 — What state was named for ■ king of England of the House of Stuart and who was he? 5 — What is biology? 6— In wbat branch of painting, borides portraits, was Thomas Gain*borough celebrated? 7— What is the name of the largest lake In Russia? 8— What country is the turkey a native of and how many species are there? D—How many letters are there in the French alphabet? 10— Where in the Bible does this verse occur: “And he set the sea on right side of the east end. over agatast the south"? 11 — Which of Tolstoy’s novels deals with Russia’s wars with Napoleon I? 12 — What is record and who made it for one mile walking? 13— Who was the last President elected by the Whig party? 14— What ('onfedfrate general led a raid into Ohio during the Civil war? 15— What is chemistry? 16— What master among composer* wrote many of his greatest works after becoming almost totally deaf? 17— What country has the greatest Irregularity tn outline? IS— What is a tulip and how many species are there of it? 19— Where is the Basque languag* spoken? 20— Where is the word “show” spelled “shew”? Answers No. 12 1— Harvard. 2— California. Florida. 3— Dr. William Eustis in James Madison’s administration. 4 — By the washing up of particles of rock broken away by the action ol water.. 5— The deepest spot in the Atlantic is 27.366 feet; in the Pacific it Is 30,(AJ0 feet. 6 — Jealousy between the adherent* of the tragedians, WUliam Charles Macready’ and Edwin Forrest. >u th* occasion of the visit of the ormer to New York city in 1849. 7— West Indies. 8— Henry Jama*. 9 — George Washington. 10— Only wheb the companlea csas* ousiness, e 11— William Dean Howells of the Athletics. 48—A native fish of the southeast of jSt. remarkable tor Its pugnacious Srot»ensities. —A phantom ship said to be seen hi stormy weather off the Cape of Good Hope, and thought to forebod* -U luck. —Samuel Colt, 1536 I*»—January 1. 1915. IT- -ij»oaardo da Vinci. I R --\Northern United State* «nd ?anadu. /-■ ’ < 10—W®nedict Arnold. 20—XlLiufacturlng. agriculture and tnercangflL. business. 1 x" — y Effect wJ Sanitation oni Manners Lltenry MCinuerk ilave »Ai*Ced. not >nly » a of the enlargement of he auJj^H^—though that was bound to have *|Cpay><>rtant effect on llteranre—nut ws h result of changes in the naauo ‘Bgu ustynis of everyday life. The inK-reuse of privacy, the imjrovemeA of sanitation, the growing ?uAoffcleanliness both of habits tnd the body, and the abolition of iia:dr yjross usages, have resulted in rnldnL many things that once were 'he v«o*iic contretemps of ordinary Ife f Mtn now merely offensive Irrel»vam des. Prijbubly improved sanitation has sad Moi re influence on literary manHMi anyone yet suspects. Y%ffi|rill notice that what its enftni peaß prudery is most general ta tou'jtries in which sanitation ba* teffQe the greatest progress. If Rabelais were to return as an 1 Englishman or an American today, Ike would probably find himself blush- ' ng like a Victorian girt at having j made some of his own jokes. This I* I tot to belittle the jokes of Rabelais, >ut merely to recognize that the manvers aqd convictions that were the latural soil of many of those joke* to longer exist today.—Robert Lynd n the Atlantic Monthly.

Coin Bank Idea Old I The use of coin banks as thrift taVolcators can be traced back far b*•ond the Christian era. Probably th* Alesi coin bank Is that found by de Prorok and now in possesdoA fff the National City bank. This tevnngs utensil, which Is in the form if a\cl©sed urn of baked clay with a tilt te* thg top. was found ta the ruins >f HtlVa, an ancient Phoenician city w tb*| African coast near Carthage, '.t is bijtievdd to be at least 2,500 years >ld. B Qcraen’s Memory Prussia is buried Ath garden of the palace at Charorteffwg ta Germany. A mausoleum tnd | a toe«Bab*nt statue have been »roes ed Mte. It is the custom tnxte ig admirers of the queen to place ntJitiu on the grave on the anniver* ugg <?t her birth or death. — / Evils in Ignorance Agnorance gives a sort of eternity to Jdejudice and perpetuity to error.— Kdmrt Hall.

Medical Sermonettes gy W. E. LEONARD, M. D. (@k X9JT. by Western Newspaper Union.) “Things sweet to taste prove tad! gestion sour."—Richard 11. Shakespeare’s genius covers the whole range of human experience so thoroughly that the reader might credit him with being a well-trained statesman, diplomat, lawyer or even physician. We cannot attribute to him the Intimate knowledge of physiology which has been achieved by science since his time, and which teaches that : all that is taken Into the stomach Is j rendered Immediately sour by the gastric juices. No matter what the na tore of the food. It must first take on ! an acid form In order to be used in the economy. That the risings oi heartburn, belchings, or vomited matter are sour is perfectly normal and should not occasion alarm. This ' simple knowledge will save many a mother a fright in the middle of the night when a tired child relieves an overloaded stomach. A normal stomach always has acid contents. Its upsets. therefore, are often best and most quickly relieved by the use of a neutralizing hot soda water —a scant teaspoonfu) In a glass of water so hot that it must be sipped, not swallowed down at once. This procedure often avails to bring relief and avoids the necessity of calling a physician, who should, however, be summoned if the vomiting continues. • • • “A stitch ta time saves nine." If any proverb applies strictly to medicine, it Is this one. The early symptoms of disease are the ones that can be met most promptly and successtally. Neuralgias, pains, either local or wandering, sense of fatigue, actual debility, and a dozen other symptoms, if continued, are nature's warnings 1 that something is going wrong, and should got go unheeded. One does not ' have to be always searching for such signs, but should give attention to them when they are persistently there. Every doctor hears of such an experience as this: d hard-working proses- ' rional man whose life was wholly given over to books and study, found upon consulting his physician that he had but three months to live, with a destructive disease of the kidneys. And the prophecy proved to be accurate —which is not always true of doc- : tors’ dictums. His delay in consulting his physician caused his end much before his time. ■ ! 1 » . . . “Fat, fair and forty." Thus wiote . Sir Walter Scott in •‘St. Ronan’s Well" a hundred years ago. and sent down , through the generations, at least of Englishmen, a libel upon the fair sax. Times have changed since then, and the statement is not true of most women today, with their short skirts, no cossets and bobbed hair, lhe emancipation of tire sex from the impedimenta of the past is making them healthier, prettier and longer-lived than ever before in history. It is now trnly the hopelessly old-fashioned ones who get to the state of Scott women, »nd their number decreases daily. | More room to walk, more room to | oreathe, and less time spent upon their golden tresses, the ancient "glory of woman"; these changes alone have put “fat, fair and forty” out of the daily picture. Even if they do annoy the bystanding male by powdering their faces in public places and even combing their meager locks on the street, ’ the general result is a finer and more ’ robust type of woman, lhe age limit jf grace and beauty lengthens each rear, so that it becomes more difficult to tell at a glance how old a woman really Is. Indeed, some of the grayhaired ones would deceive the “very elect,” This is as It should be and 10 “mere male man” can rightly object • * • “Vis medientrix naturae” is an old , Latin formula which, being translated, means the power of Nature to cure ler own ailments, unaided by remedies. While the sensible physician well knows of this ability of normal human vitality “to lift itself up by Its >wn bootstraps.” he does not often tell j hls patient about it for fear that his >wn efforts might be undervalued! The Christian Scientists are entirely right when they insist that constant 'ear of being sick, and worry about it, rend actually to lying on sickness. Such an attitude of mind prevents th« ictlon of this healing power of Nature, is does entire dependence upon drugs. Again, It is always true that a hopeful ratlook and cheerful temper greatly rid Nature to move on smoothly to a healthful condition. Many minor allnents that seem threatening disappear shortly if treated by good sense •n eating, exercise and sleep. "Give Mature a chance” should be ever be fore both doctor and patient Famous Apples The Baldwin apple was raised near Lowell. Mass., about 1750. The Jonathan and Northern Spy were grown ta Sew York, the Grimes Golden’ in West | Virginia and the Malden Blush ta radons places before 1800. The Red Astrnchan was Imported from Russia j n 1835. the Rome Beauty was gtvwn n Ohio by 1848 the’Stayman Winesap ippeared in Kansas ta 1866 and the i Delicious in lowa ta 1895. Longevity of Robins The biological survey says that as • a r as Is known robins live about ten >r twelve years. Such bird* have not >een studied closely except those ta :aptlvlty, but with th* banding ot >irda that te now being don*. It te ! toped that much valuable data will be , lecured. Butters No Parsnips One of th* moot pertokt vlktory* yu , an achieve ever enny man te I* brat , dm In poltten***-—Joab Billing*. ■

0/ HOLLYWOOD HORROR Phiilida bad gone to an exhibition of pictures. Not that she knew anything about art. but tt was the thing to do. “Hullo. Miss Phiilida.” said a clever young artist, as she stood gazing at an oil painting. “I see you are Interested to art." Phiilida turned her lovely, vacant eyes on the speaker. “Me?” she said. “Art who?" AWFUL PREDICAMENT eJ.,l— : ’ H A. a ® “Vivian’s In as awful predicament," •What’s the matter?” The man sne was engaged to al the summer 1 esort is actually writing love letters to her now that she 1 * home.” Homes Palaces wrow in the Cities, Tho’ tenements back of them hldsj But homes wrow tn the little towns, And dot the countryside. He Knew His Stuff Examining Officer (explaining magnetism to candidate for navy)—Jack, bow many natural magnets are known) of? Jack —Two. sir. “And Till you please name OwraF ‘ "Blondes and brunettes, sir.”—U. S. Navy. The Other Way Round The sergeant paused on his nightly round and prodded the sleeping policeman. “What, asleep again?*' he growled “Can tt be from force of habit?” “No, sir,’’ answered the drowsy constable, “it’s just a habit of ths force.* —...— Following Orders T can’t imagine oe so angry with his sou boy acted on instructions.” “In what way?” “His father told him to go out and find an opening and the next thing the youngster did was write and tell hl* father he was in a hole." HE OUGHT TO KNOW “1 wonuer how oM Satan is?” “I thought you said you had a complete family tree.” Machinery Machinery each flay we see, ‘ New thrills 'ramed to deliver. A printing press may prove to k* More fearsome than a flivver. Do Your Stuff, Judge! 0 Liza—J edge, ifn you grants me a divorce you will save me from commutin' a terrible crime. The Judge —What crime do yo* mean? Liza—Bigamy. Composite Case e Aunt (tn Passing show) —And bo* many patients have you. James? Young Doctor—Only one, so far auntie: but he’s given me a good start —he has 15 complaints. Quicfe Thinking “To think this is our honeymooi trip and you went to the. station and bought a ticket for only one." “Well! Well! Now, dearest, whal do you think Os that? I had forgot ten myself entirely.” Not Worth the Run Prim Aunt (at the resort)—No max would catch me running along the 1 beach to a costume like that. Pert Niece —I don’t think any max i would try, auntie. Quick Thinking Madam— Why, Mary! Wbat do yo» j mean by looking through the keyhole? Maid—Well, I—er—was dusting and I thought I’d look and see if ther*j •a* any cobwebs ta it, mum. His Face Edith —Jack seems an easy-gidiM fellow. Madge—Easy-going? Goodnea*! M takes him half an hour to gat fro** th* hatrack to the front door. I