The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 13, Number 35, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 30 December 1920 — Page 2

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CHAPTER Vll—Continued. —ll—- — wrong at home, I hope, Mr. Harris?” said the young neighbor, noting his troubled appearance. “Nobody sick, or anything?” “Yes, there is something wrong," raid Harris,. trying vainly to conceal the bitterness in his voice. “Beulah’s left us.” “Who, Beulah? I can hardly believe that, Mr. Harris. It was only last night I was talking with her.” “Well, she’s gone. Left through the night. We —well. I ?elt you, George—we had a little disagreement, but Td no notion she’d take is so much to heart. .Os course you know about the trouble with Jim yesterday. Taking everything together—there won t be no plowing today.” Harris had said more than he meant; he could feel the color mounting into his hair, and the bad English of his last words betrayed a subtle recklessness rather than carelessness of speech. “Don’t believe a word of it,’ said George. “I know Jim, and I know Beulah, and If anybody else hinted what you’ve said you'd want to use that rille on them. Like ehough Beulah’s staying somewhere around the neighborhood, and she’ll be back when She has time to think it over.” “That proves you don’t know Beulah,” said Allan. “As for Jim, I was never able to get below 6 tlifet smile, and I saw more of him thai? you did; George.” “Well, I hope you find away out," Baid George sincerely. “It would have been like her to come over .to our place, but she isn’t there. Maybe you’ll find her at Morrison's.” “That’s possible,” said Harris. “We'll go over there, anyway.” •But Morrisons knew no more of Beulah’s whereabouts than did George, nnd inquiry at other homes in the neighborhood was equally futile. Harris shrank from carrying his search Into the town, as he dreaded the publicity that would be attached to it. But as the day wore on and the search continued fruitless he finally found himself at Plainville. If Beulah and Jim were really -married the I’resby- j terlan minister would be Jikely to know Something of the matter, and Rev. Andrew Guthrie was a man of sensd and discernment. ’ i Mr. Guthrip received his guest cordi- I ally, albeit with some wonderment to which member, of the t family might be sick, but delicacy forbade a direct ' question. Now, in agricultural communities it is something of an offense to approach any matter of importance by frontal attack. There must be the due amount of verbal skirmishing, re-° conftoitering and outflanking before the main purpose is revealed. Consequently Harris, for till his torture of suspense, spent gome nriiiutes in a dis-j mission of the weather, the crops, and' the prospect of a labor shortage in harvest.. * “They're all well tit home, I hope?” said Mr. Guthrie at length, feeling that the custom of the commuriity had) been sufficiently honored. “Yes, all that’s there,” said Harris; “All that’s tliere? I didn’t know any of your folks were away. Perhaps Mrs. Harris is down East? I’m sure a summer amid the orchards of her old home would be a delight to her ami, I of course, Air. Harrisryou tire able to gratify yourself in these little natters I now?’ Harris received these remarks with a mixture of feelings. The minister's reference to his financial standing carried with it.a certain gratification, bijt it consorted poorly with his recentconversations with his wife and with his present mission. “And Beulah,” continued the minister, conscious that his first shot had gone wild. ' “She’s a fine young woman now. I see* her in church occasionally. In fact, I was speaking with Mrs. Burton, the choir leader, a day or so ago, and Beulah’s name was mentioned between us. 5 ’ “It was about Bfeulah I came to see you,” said Harris, “with averted eyes. Then in a few words he gave his version of what he knew and what he suspected., “I fgar I can add nothing to yoUr information.” said Mr. Guthrie. “They haven’t been here, and, its yon say, if Beulah contemplated marriage* I think she would have called on me. Travers, too, I knew a little, and thought him a decent Chap. But we must find the girl and talk this over quietly with her. Is there any place in town she would be likely to go to? What about Mrs. Goode’s boarding house?, I will just call up on the telephone. I can make inquiry without the necessity of any explanations.” Inquiry at the house of Mrs. Goode brought a strong ray of light out of the darkness. Beulah had been there during the and had explained that she Was leaving o~ the west-b and train, which even now was thrumrqing at the station. On learning this > out a word Harris sprang into the buggy, while Allan brought a shar t cut ° the whip across the spirited houses.. They reached the railway station half a minute too late; the train as already pulling out, and ns Harris’ eyes followed it in anger and vexation they plainly saw Jim Travers swing llthely onto the rear platform. With an oath the farmer reached for his rifle, but Allan wrenched it from his hands before any onlookers noted the action. “Don’t be a fool,” he whispered, and started the horses homeward. CHAPTER VIII. Into the Farther West. During the drive homeward Harris’ thoughts persistently turned to the share his whe bad had in Beulah's departure, and his feeling toward Mary

grejw more and more hostile, fie resolved, however, that there should be no open breach between 6 them; he would neither scold nor question her, but would impress her with his displeasure by adopting a cold, matter-of-fact, speak-when-you’re-spoken-to attitude toward her,. Under the circumstances it was not remarkable that Harris' work began to loom larger than, ever in his life. The space left vacant by his daughter he filled with extra energy driving the great plows through the mellow sum-mer-fallow. A new tank-man was engaged and the rumble of the engine was heard up and down the fields from early morning until dark. From his wife lie held aloof, speaking with strained courtesy when speech was necessary. She, in turn, schooled for years in self-effacement, hid her sorrow in her heart, and went about her wprk with a 4 resignation which he mistook for cheerfulness, and which confirmed him in his opinion that she knew more of Beulah’s intentions than she had cared to admit. Only with Ajllan his relations remained unchanged; indeed, the attachment between the two grew deeper than ever. The young man avoided any reference to Beulah; what he felt in his own heart he kept to himself, but the father shrewdly guessed that he laid the whole blame on Travers. Meanwhile Mary plodded along with her housework, toiling doggedly from five in the morning until half-past nine or ten at nisht. Beulah’s departure Will She Tore the trnvetope Open Nervously and Devoured Its Contents With Hungry Eyes. _ had left all the labors of the home upon her hands; her husband had made no suggestion of securing help, and she had not asked any. One or two postcards she had had from 'Beulah. but they brought no great information. They came in the open njail; her husband was welcome to read them if he chose,, but as he had sought his own company exclusively since Beulah’s departure she made no attempt to. force them upon him. At last one morning came a letter, a big fat letter, -left in by a neighbor passing by, as the custonj was for any settler going to town to bring out the mail for those who lived along \his route. She. tore the envelope open nervously and devoured, its contents with hungry eyes. “My Dear Mother: “Here I am, in the shadow of the Rockies. That may sound poetical, but it’s u literal fact. It is still early in the evening, but'the sun has disappeared behind theVgreat masses to the west, and the whjch my window overlooks IS filling up with blackness. The Arthurs are pure gold, and I have told them everything. They don’t blame anyone, not even father? How is’he? Slaving as usual, I suppose. “Well, I must tell you about my trip. When I left the.house that night I had no idea where I was going, but the simplest thing seemed to be to go first to Plainville. “You’ve no idea heavy that suitcase got, but I took my time, as there was nothing to gain by reaching town before daylight. When I got there it struck me it might'be a good plan to have some breakfast, sb I walked round to Goode’s boardinghouse. After breakfast I went over to the station, and asked what the fare was to Arthurs’ station; I found I had enough money for the trip, and I bought a ticket without further ado. “The homestead rush is on here in earnest; the trains are crowded, mostly with Americans, and the hotels are simply spilling over. * “I wanted to ask some one about Arthurs, and I didn’t like to inquire In the hotel. There was a lot of drinking going on there. But near ..the door were two youpg men talking, and I overheard one qf them mention Arthurs’ name. Pulling myself together, I asked him If he could tell mt where Arthurs lived. “ ‘Yes, miss,’ he answered, lifting a big hat and showing when he spoke a clean set of teeth. ‘lt’s. twenty-five miles up the river. Were you expecting him to meet you?’ “I explained that I had Intended to drop in on them by surprise, but I had had no idea they lived so far from town. “ ‘Oh, that’s not far,’ he said. ‘Can you ride?’ “Everybody here rides horseback. It’s the standard means of locomotion. And the women ride astride. I was a bit shocked at first, but you soon get used to it But twenty-five miles la

different from a romp rottnd the pa* ture-field, so I said I was afraid not. “‘Arthurs is coming.down with the buckboard,’ remarked the other man. ‘I passed him on the trull as I came in.’ “Sure enough, a little later Arthurs himself drew up at the hotel. I wouldn’t have known him, but one of the young men pointed him out, and It would have done you good to see how he received me. ‘And you are Jack and Mary’s daughter,’ he said, taking both my hands in his and holding me at arm’s length for a moment. Then, before I knew It, he had drawn me up and kissed me. But I didn’t care. All of a sudden it seemed to me that I had found a real father. It seems hard to say it, but that Is how I felt. “Well, he Just couldn’t keep away from me all evening. life showered me with questions about you and father, which I answered as well as I could, but I soon found t.I couldn’t keep my secret, so I Just tip and told him all. He was very gtavje, but not cross. ‘You need time to think things over, and to get a right perspective,’ he said, ‘and oifr home will be yours until you do.’ “We drove home the next day, up a wonderful river vallqy, deep into the heart of the foothills, with the blue mountains always beckoning and receding before us. Mrs. Arthurs was as surprised and delighted as he had been, and I won’t try to tell you all the things she said to me. She cried a little, too, and I’m afraid I came near helping her a bit. You know the Arthurs lost their little girl before they left Manitoba, and they have had no other children. They both seemed Just ff hungry. j . “There’s nothing so very fine about their home, except the spirit that’s inside it. I can’t describe it, but it’s there a —certain leisurely way of doing things, a sense that they have made work their servant instead of their master. And still they're certainly not lazy, and they’ve accomplished jmore than we have. When they left Manitoba in the early days, discouraged with successive frosts, they came right out here into the foothills with their few head of stock. Now their cattle are numbered in thousands, and they have about a township of land. And still they seem to live for the pure happiness they find in life, and only to think of their property as a secondary consideration. “Now I really must close. Mrs. Arthurs sends a note, and I’m quite sure it’s an invitation. Oh, moither, what could be lovelier! Now, don’t say you can’t. Father has plenty of money; let hiifi hire a housekeeper for a while. The change will do him good. “Love to you, dearest, and to Allan, if he still thinks of me. “BEULAH. “P.^S. —I forgot to mention that Jim Travers left Plainville on! the same train as I did. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw me there. I told him I was going west on a visit, but I don’t know how much heguessed. Said he was going west himself to take up land, but he wanted to call on some friends first, and he got off a few stations from Plainville. Between you and me. I believe he changed his plan so that, the incident —our being on the train together, you know —could not be misunderstood if the neighbors got to know of it. It would be just like Jim to do that.” With Beulah’s letter was a short but earnest note from Lilian Arthurs, assuring the mother of her daughter’s welfare, and pressing an invitation to spend the autumn in the glorious scenery and weather of the foothill country. Mary Harris read both letters over again, with frequent rubbing of her glasses. Love for her daughter, desire to see her old friend once more, and growing dissatisfaction with conditions at home, all combined to give weight to the invitation so earnestly extended. 1 “If I only could! But it would cost so much.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) MOUNTAINS AFFECT BIRD LIFE ■,« Andes Said to Be Responsible for Number of Species Found in South America. The richness of South American bird-life is due to the presence of the Andes more than to any other cne thing. It is the absence of great mountain chains in Africa, which accounts for the Comparatively small numbers of species of birds in that continent. From base to summit, four distinct zones of life —tropical, subtropical, temperate and alpine —are found in the higher Andes, and each zone has species which are confined to it. It is not only the height of the Andes which affects bird life. In places, for hundreds of mUes, this gigantic range may apptear as two or three chains, each not less than 10,000 or 11,000 fetet in height, and these climatic walls are as impassably to the species living in the tropical or subtropical valleys they inclose as though they extended to the zenith. Isolation is, therefore, added to the factors of climate and sedentariness in the making’of the species,, and the three combined have produced a greater variety of bird life than is found in any area of similar extent in the world. The American museum of natural history inaugurated in 1911 a biological = survey of the Andean region with particular reference to its bird life. As a result of the collections and field studies made, the museum is pow in possession of large collections and data from the more northern part O of the chain. ‘ i F - ■ Quite Likely. American women bathers with an inclination to embonpoint, it is stated, have taken to painting dimples on their knees. The report that a fashionable New Yorker who does not care for the water has created the necessary illusion by having a lobster painted qn her toe is probably premature.— From Punch, London. 1,. » Excellent Philosophy. Life is like a game of whist I don’t enjoy the game much;«but I like te play my cards well and see what will be the end of.lL —George Eliot .

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Uncle Walfe ml GOOD OLD TIMES tCpROF. WINDYSPIEL delivered a X fine lecture last evening,” said Mrs. Jamesworthy. “He held up to scorn the pessimist who says the world isn’t getting better, and de-

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worthy, “and for that reason I think the old times were better than the present. I only wish the old conditions could be restored. A hundred years ago the married man had no reason to dread the poorhouse. It was practically impossible for women to be extravagant then. If they wanted to blow themselves they had to go to town, and in order to get to town they had to ride in old coaches which weren’t as comfortable as a modern hayrack. . “The woman of a hundred years ago couldn’t back in an easy chair and order a hundred dollars’ worth df junk by phone. If she ordered by letter, it took the letter three weeks to get anywhere.and by the time the goods arrived they were out of date, and she had to send them back. It would be a great blessing if things were that way now. “But the modern married woman has the softest snap ever invented, Mrs. Jamesworthy. If she happens to be too lazy to put on her brass-mount-ed harness and go downtown to do her shopping, she has that great modern convenience at her elbow. It isn’t necessary to make herself presentable to do her shopping. She sits down with an old wrapper on. and her topknot askew, and her mouth full of hairpins, and calls up the butcher and baker and candlestick maker, and orders everything they have in their joints, and has it charged to her husband. “As your sway-backed said, a short journey was a serious business in the old days, and as a result people stayed home and attended to their knitting. If a woman journeyed nine~miles in one of the oldtime coaches she had a backache for three weeks, and the idea of going away from home didn’t fill her with enthusiasm. But nowadays* traveling is a luxury. All a woman has to do is to hold up her husband for the fare, and then the urbane railway people do the rest, and make eterything so comfortable for her that she hates the idea of ever returning home. And because of this luxury, women are forever hunting up excuses for a trip somewhere. Kersmith told me the other day that his wife traveled three hundred miles and back to match a ribbon, the local stores not having the exact shade she wanted. Kersmith is just, about three cubits ahead of the sheriff, and his wife knows it, but she wouldn’t let a small matter like that interfere with her trip. “In the halcyon days people used to tallow candles and were all the better for it. There was no satisfaction in reading by a candle, so men didn’t blow in their substance for fool books and magazines. The candles kicked up such a smell that they were extinguished as early as possible, and so no money was wasted. Now we have the electric light, which is a great convenience. It is such a thundering convenience, Mrs. Jamesworthy, that it is greasing the road to the poorhouse for innumerable heartsick “husbands. The average citizen finds it impossible to convince his wife and daughters and other female relatives that the electric Juice costs money, and so his home is illuminated from basement to garret every night. Few women remember to turn off the light after having it turned on. If I drop dead of heart failure one of these days, it will be when looking over the electric light bill. In the old days—” / *Oh, bother the old days, and the young days, and the middle-aged days!” cried Mrs. Jamesworthy. Tlffet Depends. “You know, my dear fellow, we really gain by our trials in life.” “That, depends on the kind of lawyer you employ.” He Started Early. Mozart began composing at an earlier age than anybody else on record. At four he was exhibited as an infant prodigy, and at five he composed concertos. When he was eleven he wrote an opera bouffe. Co-ed at the Start. Os the three oldest " universities in western Europe—Salerpo, Bologna and p ar ls —two were open from the first to women. Those were Salerno and Bologna. The Remedy. Louise spent part of the summet with a nervous aunt, whom the doctor told to rest and relax several times daily. After Louise’s return home she heard her mother complain of a nervous headache. She said. “Mamma, I can tell you how to get rid of nerves ’n’vrything. Relapse and keep at it.” A Good Stai"L Have you learned how to make $1 go as far as two? Then your feet are well planted on the bottom round of the ladder of success.

Armenian Volunteers Defending Aintab From Turks ■ r_j/ /wx'X I Ir Armenian volunteers in one of their hastily-constructed defenses on the outskirts of Aintab, defending the city against qn attack by a Turkish nationalist force.. At the right is J. Darakjian, over sixty years old, who held 20 Turks at bay, using a gun that saw service in the American Civil war. r ■! ’

as they were a hundred years ago. Then people traveled on foot or on horseback, and a short journey was a serious mattea; there were no telephones, no electric lights, and none pf the conveniences we are used to.” "It is true there were no alleged conveniences i n those days J’ replied JB;m es-

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Danish King and Queen Visit England j* iKwil QiwlWiliO V ** ■ .xv. . •• •• A-. % A,.......'. ivj. -TfA. :-t'A:*xxv vv.svxvixw...v.x*v«..... . x\vav.va The arrival of the king and queen of Denmark, accompanied by the Princess Margaret, on the landing stage at Gravesend, on the occasion of their recent visit to England. The Princess Margaret, wljo is twenty-five years old. has been mentioned frequently of late as a prospective bride of the prince of Wales.

German Seaplanes Are Destroyed 11 a; j fl!* Pontoons of German seaplanes, which were destroyed according to the terms of peace, piled in the balloon hall at Stolp, Pomerania, with other plane and Zeppelin wreckage.

The cucumber originally was a tropical vegetable. An automatic control has been invented for electrically heated steam radiators, cutting off or switching on the current at desired temperatures. The cinchona forests in Java cover 25000 acres. The larger part of the world’s supply of quinine cornea from that coustirJ.

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Two ball bearings, one set above the other in a retaining sleeve, form a new furniture caster. One reason for a Child’s horror of medicine is that the bad taste is to the youngest much more intense. Finland has 8,720 miles es telegraph and 2,891 miles of telephone lines and' one radio station with a 600-mile radius.

BECK AND HIS BEARD I Sill I i *6 f jjjS ’ Comrade Beck of Chicago, has a beard over .eight feet long. Strange to say, Mr. Beck has never used any hair tonic to increase its growth, nor has he ever appeared in any public exhibition. He is a mechanic, and during Working hours wears his beard under his vest. XLONZO HERNDON f" I Fl \ \ / i/Sawjdjrk. 1 Alonzo Herndon, Atlanta's “millionaire barber,” was born a slave. Recently he purchased and equipped a SIO,OOO house to be used as a day nur-, sery and kindergarten for negro children. Herndon was born in 1858 Walton county, Georgia, and was sev-» en years old When emancipation was! proclaimed. At the age of twentyeight, he went to Atlanta with sll in his pockets and secured a job in a barber shop. He soon became manager of the largest and finest barber ‘ shop in Atlanta. Now he owns three shops, valued at $60,000. His saving# he invested in real estate, aniLgs tha result, he is today one bf theTichest members of his race in the entlra South, his estate being valued at $500,000. He is active in church work. Welsh Halloween Custom. It was a custom in Wales for every family to make a great bonfire on Halloween night in a large open space. After the fire had died down the family solemnly marched around, and ich member tossed a white pebble with his name scratched on it into the embers. On waking in the morning the first thing each did was to go out to the fire and search for his pebble. If one of the stones could not be found the family came to the conclusion that the member who cast in the missing pebble would die before next Halloween. Hopeful. The professor was becoming exasperated. “Young man,” he asked, “are you quite sure you are all right in the he&d?” “I dunno,” replied Omar Oshkosh; “but,” he added hopefully, “I was when I came in here.”—Notre Dame Juggler. „Hls Status. “I see young Bings With Tommy Jones nearly all the time. Is he Tan* nay’s alter ego?" , ( , “No :"hbTr Tommy’s buddy?* ”**' ‘