Walkerton Independent, Volume 49, Number 10, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 9 August 1923 — Page 6

Walkerton Independent Published Bvary Thursday by TUB INDKPKNDKNT-NEWS CO. Publishers of the Walkerton independent NORTH LIBERTY NEWS LAKEVILLE STAND A RCTHS ST. JOSEPH CO. WEEKLIES dm DeCoudrea, Business Manager Charles M. Plash, Editor SUBSCRIPTION KATES Dao Tear..........1LM C:x M0nth5........ »«m.-** B~hree Months.,,. ........... .......... -*♦ TERMS IN ADVANCE Entered at ths poM office st WaJhMluA Ind., as second-class matter. Hoosier News Briefly Told Terre Haute. —Thirteen persons were killed by an east-bound Pennsylvania passenger train In two separate accidents, one at Highland, Hl., in which four persons were killed, and the other at Liggett, eight miles west of this city, in which nine were killed. The dead in the Liggett accident were: Mrs. Velta Bostwick, forty-one; Richard Bostwick, sixteen; Clarence Bostwick, thirteen months; May Bostwick, eighteen; Trllla Bostwick, thirteen; Etta Malessa Bostwick, three, all oi Danville; Mrs. Ethel Slavens, twentyone, and Anna Leona Slavens, three months, of this city; Raymond Thomason, Danville, the driver. The dead In the Highland tragedy were: John Seas, forty; Sera Danka, thirty; Joe Lengyle, thirty-five; John Sees. Jr., fourteen. All were residents of Highland. Indlanaapoiis.—lndiana has propor-1 tionately fewer deaths of infants less than one year old in cities of 10,000 or more population than twenty other states in the United States birth registration area, according to a report oi the American Child Health association. In SI cities of Indiana, the report shows, the Infant mortality rate for 1922 was 78.1 for each 1,000 births. Statistics of the esate board of health show that for the entire state of Indiana in 1922, 68.1 babies under one year old died out of every 1,000. For the rural section of the state the Infant mortality rate was 59.1. while in all cities the rate was 77 out of every 1,000. Newcastle. —Mrs. Viola Burcher, forty-five, wife of Rev. W. A. Burcher, I pastor of the Church of Christ here, was killed and Mrs. William Dameron. I also of this city, was seriously in-, Jured when the automobile in which they were riding skidded off the road and struck a telephone pole a mile ‘ north of Lewisville. Mrs. Burcher suffered a broken neck and was dead t when taken from the car. Mrs. Dameron suffered a fractured skull, a broken nose and a broken arm. The Rev. Mr. Burcher was driving the automobile. Marlon.—The old Spencer hotel where Willis Van Devanter. an associate justice of the United States Supreme court, first studied law, is being razed to make way for a new hotel ; building. The present building wa* erected in 1866. The firm of Van Devanter & McDonald had offices in the building. The senior member ol the firm was the father of the Supreme court justice. The new Spencer hotel will cost approximately §450,000. Indianapolis.—Continuing until September 1, ninety-three rallies will he held in the state by the Methodis Episcopal churches to promote more effective county organization of Methodist activities. Committees of ministers and laymen have been appointed in each county to act as hosts during the rallies, many of which will be held In groves or parks. Hartford City.—The will of Dr. H. C. Davisson, who died a few days ago, was filed for probate in the Circuit court disposing of property worth ' more than §50,000. Grace Methodist Episcopal church receives §2.500 by the will for building purposes. A number of bequests are made to local people. The bulk of the estate goes to Samuel J. Farrell and John D. Farrell. Greencastle.—Many of the 188 prisoners who were taken 111 at the state faAn here have returned to work, Ralph Howard, superintendent of the institution, said. Samples of food were sent to the state board of health i at Indianapolis, and, according to the I board, the milk contained a bacterial I infection which was caused by an un- ' sanitary cream sepaTator. Wabash.—Wheat yields on some farms in the North Manchester vjrln- i tty are greater than for several years. I Lee Frederick thrashed 222 bushels of wheat, a little more than 44 bushels to the acre. From nine and a half acres Charles -B Flora obtained 351 bushels, nr 37 bushels to the acre. Hartford flty.—Blackford r any fanners report the rhfnco > -jgs. are unusually bad at the preszmt time The pee»e are n» ca "r./ •*•<-«♦ ar,'! oats field* and going nto 'u-r. J arm ers are empb/jrlng ’• < ' and oil plan of t s Even*»lH«- ‘A r tr, . 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SATAN

By H. DEVERE STACPOOLE A Romance of the Bahamas CBprrlrbt by Rebart M. Mcßrlds A Ok CHAPTER Xlll—Continued. —lß—- — rose up and they went on, without a word. Then presently they began to talk ebout Indifferent matters almost as though nothing had oc- , curred. They found a nest of turtles’ eggs, and Jude marked It; farther along they came upon something strange, a sort of platform half-covered with sand. Jude said it was the foretop of a ship sunk and sanded over. "It's the Nombre de Dios, maybe," said Ratcliffe. "Maybe,” said Jude. "It's the foretop of an old ship, anyhow. See. where the mast's broke off —she’s thirty or forty foot under that." “Not much good to us, even if she is the Nombre de Dios.’’ "Not much.” The gulls seemed to agree, and the little waves, falling crystal clear on the beach. It was near the end of the spit just here, and the sands shelved out, losing themselves in the Immeasurable 1 loneliness of the sea stretching to Mariguana and the Caicos and the northern shoulder of South America. Jude, on her knees with a bit of driftwood, was scraping away the sand from the edge of the sunk foretop, when something caught her eye. A turtle had landed where they had marked the eggs. It was so far away that it did not look bigger than a half-dollar. She flung the bit of driftwood away, rose to her feet, and started running, taking the extreme sea-e<!ge where the sand was hard. Ratcliffe followed. They were half a minute too late, the turtle turning back to the sea and leaving them spent and laughing. She got down on her knees and hived the eggs in her hat, still laughing. He helped, Alling his hat and his pockets, and then they started for the lagoon edge, Jude suddenly In the wildest spirits. He had never seen her in such high, good spirits. When they got aboard It was just the same. Even Satan’s maniacal passion for old junk, expressed at supper in the determination to spend two more days picking and scraping at the Hallotis, did not depress her, it only made her laugh. "You’ll be cryin’ before you’re done If you go on laughin' like that,” said Satan. "What's possessed you, eh?” Sure enough she was. The words acted like a pin on a bubble. She flushed, pushed her plate away, half rose, and then sat down again. “You're always going on at me! j Whatch'a want me to do? If I'm crying, I ought to be laughin', an' if I’m laughin’ I ought to be crying! . I’ll laugh as much as I want —” Then, logically, she broke Into violent tears, rose, and ran on deck. “What the h —l-nation’j the matter with her?” asked Satan. - “I don’t know,” replied Ratcliffe. He had time to think over the matter as he lay In his bunk that night. He fell to wondering, among other things, what the spell whs that drew him toward Jude and held him. Was it the indefinable attractive quality that had made her mother a ’ nacheral calamity” where men were concerned, or just the power of youth? Scarcely the latter. He had met lots of youth In his time, and It had not attracted him much; besides, when you have only to look into the look-ing-glass to see youth, it is at a discount. Puzzling over the matter, he came to the bedrock fact that Jude, In some extraordinary way, had the power to make him feel more alive than he had ever felt before. Leaving other things aside, there were an honesty, faithfulness, and simplicity about Jude that removed ! her from the category of bifurcated beings and raised her to the level of a dog. Instinct told him that this compound quality was worth more than all the gold lying under the hatches of the Nombre de Dios, more than all the diamonds in the Rand, when com Lined with that other quality speaking in tier level gaze—steadfastness, the something that would make her keep the wheel in ail weathers. But these excellences would have b< < n nothing without the Itnposslbilp|e- with which they were allied — Mrilal and conventual Impossibilities. 7 !,»• one r'-h'f'tl ‘>n ihf other, making an irr«-*lirt>ble v. Loh* combined with ti.«- wzmeMiing else that was Jude. He rer.'./nnbeml the queer little z.U'ti ah«- find free<! bersez » « han»l r'.iirul hfr . list — * - < i asleep and dreamt that • « I iti'f ’> i'll •'( larrikins . -i ~< / ' ait ♦»> a harbor blue ; j s' ” fara- ba, tz, < b>rj bathing ■ s ao'l th»-n ).<• was chasing ■ • • n<) ro'inz) a tree, only to t-r nd find that she was Car- , . <' V' '>f‘ d<-< k next morning e /o .nd ’he Mdj deserted. The oth-e-s > < ■ nt-, t 'iti the sandbank, and e.. d him «if by fibbing till they ; >'u no tract s of the tears » * last night, and Satan was elated lh- had been examining the , • z ',<,<!, and h.s experienced eye , z'-! ih<- declaration of Jude. It as a«- forettzp of a ship, right and, a hundred to one, so he di-.hK-'l the foretop of the Nombre. Kstriiffe, wondering vaguely why i,. enn d so pleased over the find, «01.Holering the sand conditions, asked him the * han« es of raising her. Then said Shtan, teaming t' turn ids gaze it,aid up'zn Ids awful and profound j l.nov- ledge of the sea and its ways: “If you was to get till the drldgers from H vuna to Pensacola and dridged । till your eyes bulged out o’ your head I an your tongue hanged down to your

heels, you wouldn’t clear —siltin’ —but she’s a sure enough mug trap.” “How do you mean?” “Why, with that story and that chart an’ that old foretop, I could set half Havana diggln’ like dogs for a bone, to say nothin’ of private parties an’ syndikits an’ such things—maybe I will, too, some day.” They put out after breakfast for the Hallotis and another load of "old junk.” Satan rowed back with It, leaving Jude and Radcliffe on board — Ratcliffe collecting things forward, and Jude grubbing about In the sa- | loon. Having collected the odds and ends in a heap, he turned his eyes to the Sarah. Satan, having tied up the ! dinghy, was busy transhipping his plunder. Then the beauty of the morning sea flooding Into the lagoon, held him for a moment. He followed the gulls in their flight, noted the sudden break from emerald to ultramarine deepening to purple, and beyond the reefs the sudden glitter of a leaping flsh. Then he remembered Jui’ down below. He came to the companionway and down the stairs. The cabin was brilliant with sunlight, with water reflections through the open portholes playing on the ceiling and polished maple and venesta of the walls. Across a pile of truck and bunk bedding heaped on’the table he caught a glimpse of the upper part of Jude. Jude, fancying herself entirely alone, and yielding to some prompting or other, had picked up the despised go-ashore hat and put It on; she was looking at herself In the mirror fixed to the after bulkhead. She was looking at herself with her head now straight and now tilted slightly to one side; then the head turned, hut she did not see Ratcliffe; her eyes were still fixed on the hat. she was looking at It sidewise. All her unconscious movements might have been those of h Indy In a milliner’s shop trying on h hat In a critical spirit. She had not heard him coming down ! the companionway, owing to the fact that he was In his bare feet, and she did not hear him go up again. On deck he took his seat on an old box upended dose to the mainmast rjo * vL Awn/ h ® w w J Jude Sat Brooding. stump, nnd considered the thing he had just witnessed in a philosophical . spirit. It was like seeing a chrysalis crack and a butterfly’s wing prptrudiug. If Jude had not been admiring herself in that hat, then sight was a liar and its evidence worthless. But Jude was as honest as the day. She had greeted the thing with derision, brought It on deck to show as an object of mirth, and flung it down the ' skylight opening with contempt— I yesterday morning. What had happened since then to ' make her consider the thing at all, let I alone wear it before a looking-glass? j Had she put It on In derision and to i see what a guy she looked? Not a I bit! She had made friends with that hat! Those few movements > f the head spoke of consideration; not derision, In a language old as the earliest feather headdress and more universal than Esperanto. Then he remembered last evening on the sandspit and her sudden passage from despondency to high spirits; he remembered her queer little laugh as she removed hfs hand from round her waist —had that been the sound of the rift coming In the chrysalis casing? For a moment lie almost yielded to the desire to go below and «ee If the butterfly had really arrived. Then he checked himself. There was time, plentj’ of time; besides, Hatan whs putting off again in the dinghy for another load. Satan, over this business, like n man In drink or a lunatic, had Ids hot fits and cold fits. A hot fit had suddenly come on him. The petrol-pnrnffln engine hud be-

SHE FELT THE BISHOP WAS SAFE

Woman’s Apprehensions Disappeared With Her Increasing Confidence in the Small Boy. When Phillips Brooks, the great •‘low church” bishop of Massachusetts, made his visitation at the Church of the Advent, Boston, celebrated for its elaborate ritual, the rector considerately Inquired If the bishop would like the usual service simplified. “Oh, no," was the reply. "Turn everything on!" A young but well-trained acolyte was told to attend the bishop, and before the towering figure paced, with

gun suddenly to shout to him that it I must be taken. A glorious idea, too, had evolved itself In his brain—why not fit it to the Sarah; not there in 1 the lagoon, of course, but In some port? All that was required would be some structural alterations and a shaft-hole In the quarter; he reckoned the fitting would cost under three hundred dollars. He didn’t want the thing, really—masts and sails were good enough for his pottering-nbout work—it was the passion of a woman for jewelry. The Sarah would be a nobbier boat with an auxiliary—sea swank, purely, exhibiting the only apparent weak spot in his character. That spare Bergius propeller had begun revolving in his mind days ak‘» —"thrud —thrud —thrud I See me drive the Sarah, see me drive the Sarah I" He had examined the propeller already attached and found the blades all broken. The shaft was intact, and, beaching the Hallotis stem ; on In* that quiet lagoon, it would have I been possible to fit on the spare one ' and take her off unmasted, as she w’as under her own motive power. He had a vague notion of the structure of engines, and Yankee Ingenuity enough to have driven her, but the fact of her anchor being down, as before stated, and the fact that he had already “tom the tripes’’ out of her, plundered the sail room and the store room, removed brasswork that would have taken weeks and weeks to replace, and generally left her like a scooped cheese, prevented any idea of salvage. Taking the Hallotis Into port he would have to declare her like a box of cigars—a box of cigars belonging to another man and half the cigars gone. Coming over the rail, Ratcliffe saw the new light In his eye and wondered what It portended. ''l’ve been thinkin’,” said Satnn, taking his stand by the mast stump, and surveying the heap of stuff collected by the other, “I’ve been thinkin’ it’s i tomfoolery to leave that engine.” Jude, brought up by the sound of the dinghy corning alongside, appeared at the saloon companionway. She ' wore no hat. "Good Lord!” said Ratcliffe, aghast. “You don’t mean to say—but it's ImpoMiible. We haven't the means to tHke it.” “There's enough of the mast left to rig a tackle to.” said Satnn, “and that hatch lends right down to the engine i place. The heavy Ruin's are easy raised from the bed plates, and they're not too heavy to go In the dinghy. We can tow her with the c'lnpslble." "But what can you do with the thing ?” ’’Fit her to the Sarah, of course.” “Here, in the lagoon?"' asked the horrified Ratcliffe. “Well. I wuuldn t mind f I had the hands and the tools for the job,” replied Satan. “Naw, It's beyont me. I ll have to take her to a port to have It done—-not Hn\nna. neither: there's I too many eyes in Havuuu and people ; that know my business. Vera Crus Is the place. I know a Spanish yard there'll do the Job.” “The year after next,” put In Jude, • “supposing you do manage to get it I aboard, you know what the dagoes ! are, and you 11 knock the Inside of the Sarah to flinders. She won't be the sume boat with that old traction , injln in her—l wish we d never struck j this cay !” She sat down on the combing of the ! skylight and folded her hands. Ratcliffe had never seen her do that before. He stood torn between two tilings—the desire tc please Satan and the desire to please Jude. Pulling on the side of Jude there was hlso the sure foreknowledge of the heavy work that would be required. That did not frighten him; but it did seem to him that they had done enough and ought to be satisfied. It was like buri glars going for the kitchen boiler after having removed the plate, furniture and very bed-linen of a house. All the same he could not but admire Satan. Time was pressing; it ' was quite possible that a salvage boat might poke her nose into the lagoon at any moment. Siffan knew this as well as he, yet it did not move him. “It’s not a dago yard,” said Satan, evading the traction engine dig, “it'a [ French, and I’ve been wanting an auxi lliary for years. I’ap was with me, I only he was awful slow over business, and here's one for nix. I’m goin' down | to have a look at her.” He dived below. Jude sat brooding. "Never mind,” said Ratcliffe. “It’s not a big engine, and he and 1 will be able to do it with a tackle. I’m not going to let him put you to work on it.” “I’m not bothering about that,” said Jude fatefully. “It’s when It’s fixed up I’m thinking of.” “How?” “He’ll make me 'ilrlve the durned thing.” "No, he won't.” “WhHt's to stop him?” "<>h, lot’s of things—leave it to me.” , He was cut short by Satan’s voice calling bin to come below. Down below he had to follow all sorts of details pointed out, details proving the desirability of the prize and the miraculous ease of lt.i removal. Then they came on deck nnd put off for dinner. But Satan whs never destined to lift that engine. Fate had fixed It to the bed-plntes more securely than screws and nuts could hold it. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

impressive dignity, the small red-eas-gocked lad. A lady, who knew and admired Phillips Brooks, but know little of ritual, regarded tiie situation at first with anxious face, but soon became serene. On leaving the church after service, she remarked: "In the beginning I was dreadfully afraid the bishop would not know where to go or what to do, but I felt perfectly safe about him when I saw that little boy knew a great deal more about it all than the bishop did, and was taking good care of him." —Harper’s Magazine.

....................... He Was the Bugaboo ■ — । । ■ ■ ■ • By ALICE NORRIS LEWIS * OS), 1V23, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) It was awfully quiet there on the station platform, but I didn’t mind that, for there was the view to keep me company. Mountains, mountains, everywhere! I really don’t know how long I sat there watching the clouds cover and uncover themselves, but it must have been a long time, before I heard an auto come rattling down the road. I jumped up and run to meet It. "Here I am,” I cried. “I suppose you’re looking for me. I'm Miss Marla Hamilton’s niece. Walt until I get my suit case.” The driver, a young man, gave me a funny look, but he stopped, swung his long legs over the left-hand side of the car and jumped out. A minute later he came back with my suit case and Invited me to sit beside him. We bumped back up the road at a breakneck pace. We didn’t say a word. We hadn’t breath enough, anyway. When he put me down before a neat, old-fashioned farmhouse, he raised his hat and wished me a pleasant vacation. Then he bounced away again. The front door of the farmhouse stood open, and h querulous voice from somewhere called, "Come In." Then it added, “Come upstairs, I can't come down. I've got the rheumatlz.” I went up, as the voice bade me do, nnd Into h dark, musty-smelling bedroom. A little, dried-up old lady rose on her elbow In bed, to look at me. “Aunt Maria?” I faltered. “Yes, Aunt Maria. Where you been so long? The train come in au hour ago." “Why.” I stammered, "the auto didn’t come until just now.” “Auto? What nuto? I didn’t send any auto for you. Lt’s only a mile from the station. 1 always walk It and I thought you could. And who, for pity’s sake brought you up?” "A young man in un old car. I didn’t nsk him his name." Aunt Mnrta thought h moment. “It must ha' been the Bugaboo,” she snorted. "He's old Amos Reeve's son. You must have heard your mother spenk of old Arnos Reeve?” “Never.” I said, taking off my hnt nnd sitting down, uninvited, on an old yellow chair. Aunt Marin gave me n sharp look. “She never told you about Amos Reeve?” she asked. “Wal. that’s funny ! But If the Bugaboo brought you up, you’re so much In. I didn't send him. I'm sorry I'm sick. You’ll have to forage for yourself until I git better Go change your dress and then hunt up some dinner. Hum! I see you got your hair bobbed! Right up to date. I hope you don't smoke cigarettes! Your room Is across the hall. Now. look here! The minute you get In there, don’t stream open all the windows nnd blinds. 1 had a boarder once and that’s what she done until I took the screens off. She couldn’t stand the skeeters, then. The screens ain't been put on again.” In spite of Aunt Maria’s orders, 1 did open the blinds, for the room was as durk hs h tomb. There wasn’t any view from the room though, because there was a great, big barn directly across the road hiding it. I had hoped I could see the mountains, and when I couldn’t 1 felt like crying. When Aunt Maria had invited me for a month, It ba<l seemed heavenly, but now — All through that glorious afternoon I waited on Aunt Maria, listening, between times, while she talked of the good old days of her girlhood. I doubt if she would ever have stopped, if the grandfather’s clock in the hall hadn’t chimed six. “Six o’clock,” she cried. “Where's the afternoon gone to? It’s feeding time. I got a hundred hens, a horse and four pigs. You'll find the grain in the barn. And after you've got them fed. go get old Boss, down In the medder.” “Old Boss?” I echoed, “a —a —cow?” “Yes. Jest let down the bars and she’ll follow you.” “But I’m afraid of cows.” "Nonsense! Old Boss is as tame as a sheep.” I fed the animals, but when I came to the bars, beside which a whitefaced old mooley stood placidly chewing her cud, I didn't take them down for her. Instead. I put my head down and began to cry. "What’s the trouble?”" asked somebody. Even then I did not lift my head. “The cow,’’ I sobbed, ‘‘l've got to take her home and I’m afraid of her.” Then I looked up and saw —the Bugaboo ! 1 suppose he laughed at me, but I didn't see him. I should have slapped him if i had. Anyway, he led the cow home and he bargained with me to do it every night if I would walk down to the meadow with him.

WAS FAMOUS WRITER OF STORIES

Hans Christian Andersen, Handicapped by Poverty, Made His Way to Brilliant Success. Hans Christian Andersen was the i most widely popular of Danish authors, and one of the great story 1 tellers of the world, says the Detroit ' I News. His father was a shoemaker i in very indigent circumstances, al- ; 1 though he belonged to a family that' had once been rich. Hans worked for some time in a factory, but his wonderful singing and his extraordinary talent soon procured him friends. He went to Copenhagen hoping to obtain an engagement in a theater, but was rejected because of his lack of education. He next tried to become a singer, but soon found that his heavy face and ungraceful form were not fitted for the stage. Through the assistance of generous friends, he was placed at an advanced school and was thus enabled to remedy bis defects of education. Andersen s original genius is more

At first I looked forward to tu** walk, because it released me from Aunt Maria’s fault finding for a little I while. For she didn't get better, and her disposition got worse. Then, after a while, I walked with him because I liked him and I liked to hear him talk. He was such an interesting person to I be with. He could tell me all about 1 the mountains and what lay beyond them. "I’m going home day after tomorrow,” I said to him one night. “My month is up. I’d like to ask a . favor of you. I told you my name the day I made you take me up from the depot, but I can only think of you as—the Bugaboo.” He threw back his head and laughed. “That's what they call me, because the first year I came here for the summer I hunted butterflies, I suppose. But I supposed you knew I was Amos Reeve's son, Amos Reeve, Jr. You have heard of my father?” He gave me a bright. Inquiring look. What had bls father done that I should know him? I shook my head. “Never mind, then. You haven’t had much of a vacation, have you?” “No,” I said. I couldn’t pretend I had. “On account of Aunt Maria’s sickness—but I’m not sorry I came.” He put his hand over mine, quickly. “Neither am 1,” he said. “And tomorrow I’m going to crowd into one day all you’ve missed in a month. I’ll take you up and beyond those mountains. I'll show you a view you'll never forget and that is worth waiting a lifetime to see. Will you come? Meet me at 4 o’clock in the morning.” “But Aunt Maria—“ "I’ll fix Aunt Marfa,” he promised, grimly. "I happen to know she’s lived through a rheumatic attack more than once without your help.” So, in the cold,’gray mist, I stole out to meet the Bugaboo. A pale moon I was dying in the sky, and In the east the day was struggling to be born. Instead of the rattling old car, a wonderful gray roadster stood before the gate. “The old ’bus couldn’t travel fast enough for us today,” he explained, “for we're going to ride right into the rising sun.” • •••••• It was 11 o’clock when he set me down before Aunt Maria’s gate. The bouse was lighted and Aunt Marla, up and dressed, came to meet,me in the I hall. “My stars! I thought you’d never come. My rheumatlz less me the ininlt I see Zubie Coffin come Into the yard. You tell Amos Reeve I'll pick my own nurses, thunk you! I wouldn’t let her wait <>n me no more'n a toad. Come Into the kitchen and I’ll muke you a I cup of tea. “You don't know,” went on Aunt Marla, “how I’ve missed you. I wouldn’t think I could be so fond of anyone ir> so short a time. I hate to have you go next Monday. Couldn’t you come here nnd live with me? I ain’t always cranky. I kinder overdid it this time, to see what you’d do. I’ll make up to you for the miserable month you’ve hud. I’ll get un auto for you and—” There were tears in Aunt Maria’s eyes. She set uown my cup of tea and patted my hand softly. Then she looked at my finger. I had hardly had time to look at the ring Amos had given me until then. It scared me a little. It was so big and shining. "Wbere’d you get that?” asked Aunt Marla. “It is my engagement ring. Amos Reeve gave It to me today. I'm going to marry him and live here all my life.” Aunt Maria turned the ring around, thoughtfully. “Pretty, ain’t it?” she asked. "And worth a mint. I’ve seen 'it before. Amos’ father gave it to I your mother and she wore it a long I time, and then she met your father, Henry Murdock, and she gave Amos I back his ring. Your mother was-the prettiest girl in the village, Gail, and | you’re as pretty, sometimes I think prettier.” She patted my hand tenderly. “Don’t ever let anyone make you think for a minute of giving it back; the ring, I mean. Amos Reeve’s son is a good man and his father left him a lot of money. You’ve feathered your nest pretty well, although I suspect you didn’t know it. You’ll come and see me sometimes, won’t you? I’m a lonesome old woman and there ain’t ever been anyone I was fond of so much since your mother went away.” I kissed Aunt Maria then and, although she wiped it off. I knew she liked it, for a moment later she kissed me quickly, on my hand that wore Amos’ ring! Remedy for Curl in Rugs. The curling up of the edges of rugs is caused by the way in which they are woven. A remedy for this is to take two strips of very thin wool, each about three inches long, and sew on the underneath part of the rug at the corners. Let these remain for I about a month, when the rugs will ! have conformed to the floors. Or rubI ber corner tips may be purchased in a j furniture store.

conspicuous in bls fairy tales. He died i in 1805. Useful Walking Stick. A curious custom obtains in some portions of Spain in regard to betrothals. A young man who looks . with favor upon a beautiful senorita , and wishes to gain her hand, calls on j the parents for three successive days. ■ at the same hour of the day. At the last call lie leaves his walking stick and if he is to win the desired bride the cane is handed to him when he calls again. The Modernized Bible. New York wants a modernized Bible. One, we suppose, that will make it easy for the rich to enter heaven. —Greenvilk? Piedmont. A Possible Explanation. "Woman is the Sunday of man,” said Michelet. Perhaps that is why husbands expect their wives to do most of the church-going.

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