Walkerton Independent, Volume 51, Number 23, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 5 November 1925 — Page 2

DU YTn W^l?9C By ETHEL * HUOX/Il V£< ® HUESTON ID UCfHTT EIK - • N • (J • SERVICE '" " —■ , '-- -■ —----■ ' * *"* *'— ' '

THE MODERN GIRL This Is a story of love and heart Interest without a villain in it, a story of everyday people, their problems and Joys; a story of delicious humor, of cheerfulness and optimism without a Pollyanna character. The stories of Ethel Hueston are immensely popular. Her Prudence, in “Prudence of the Parsonage,:’ “Prudence Says So" and “Prudence’s Sisters," has become one of the famous girls of Action. But Prudence is no longer a girl. She now has a grown daughter and this latest book in the series is mostly about her, although Prudence still figures in it as Joyously and as charmingly as of yore. This daughter is a modern girl, typical of the times and like so many girls of today engaged In a search for what she calls freedom, soul expression, etc. The story opens in Greenwich Village, with its picturesque and hectic life. Then the heroine, having learned several things about life, goes back to Des Moines. Yet true love seems to be the same — whether in Greenwich Village or Des Moines. Part One CHAPTER I —l—- — Was Not Deceived It vas lacking hut twenty minutes of midnight. At the top of four staggeringly steep flights of dusty stairs the stud o apartment of Carter Blake was ringing with unaccustomed blaze and blare ot wild hilarity, supplanting the dull dran of steady si very at the easel for the first time in pearly two years. At twenty minutes to twelve the gayety was at its height. On a stool in the center cf the room a small phonograph shrilled out the melody of the latest tango, and three couples danced intermittently about it, stopping at will to light a cigarette, to drain a glass from the tray on the table, or to Join for a moment in th conversation that went on among the others scattered about the room. Among the cushions on the wide i couch, her feet crossed beneath her. ‘in a startling gown of orange and black, a girl with vividly reddened ’ hair, with crimson cheeks and impeccably painted lips, leaned drowsily against the shoulder of Korzky, the young Russian sculptor, her slender profile lifted to his face. In her slim, nervous fingers was a cigarette, which she held first to his lips, then to h?r own, with easy Impartiality. In the window-seat, alone, strumming soft southern melodies on a banjo, in discordant defiance of the blatant jazz, half reclining upon the cushions, lay Mary Donya, a glass on the window sill at her side, a cigarette dropping futilely away to ashes In a tray, while Aimee Glorian perched like a pretty, angelic imp on the heavy, l old-fashioned table against the wall, her fair face seraphic in its gentle sweetness, swaying to the rhythmic motion of the cocktail shaker, of which she had proclaimed herself officiating goddess. At twenty minutes to midnight, a yellow tali stopped before the e..trance, four flights below, and Rhoda La Faye, in a golden cloak, her golden hair an aureole in the reflection of the bright street-lights, sprang out at the instant of its stopping, her sharp eyes on the registering meter as sh said: “One seventy ! Right!” She hurriedly pressed two one-dollar bills into the hand of the driver. "Come, Jerry!” she cried, with the quickness that characterized her every word and motion, and thrust out a nervous, hurrying hand from the folds of her cloak. Fairy Geraldine Harmer clasped It eagerly, almost shyly, as she followed breathlessly up the four long flights of stairs to Carter Blake’s studio on the top floor. Rhoda lifted the knocker, let it fall heavily, and, waiting for no response, opened the door and ran in, drawing. Jerry with her. They were greeted with a burst of merry laughter, ^oisj welcome. Bertrande Rochester, abandoning the discussion before the picture, joined them immediately, catci Ing Rhoda about the waist with a deft arm, and whirling her unceremoniously lot' the dance around the phonograph. For a moment Jerry stood alone, slender and lovely, with glowing, questioning eyes, ana quickening pulses. “It’s Jerry ! —Jerry Harmer!" Rhoda tossed lightly over her shoulder, interrupted in what she would say by Bertrande Rochester, who kissed her as they danced. “Awfully nice little kid I —From lowa ! —We wen to school together —until I got fired !” Aimee Glorian, of the angelic sweetness, slipped at once from the table, and drew away Jerry’s cloak, which she piled with the others on a chest near the door. "What will you have?" She turned hospitably to the table, with its brave display cf bottles and glasses—a nondescript lot, those last, of every conceivable size and shape, and including three cracked teacups. “These are orange blossoms —I am making them for myself. I can’t stand Scotch—plenty foi you. too. If you like. Duane Ailerton is mixing highballs in the kitchen. And there's apricot brandy with cream if you want to start easy. Duane, bring the highballs, the girls are here!’ she called, prettily impera- i tive. Then to Jerry again, “You’d bet- | ter stick tn orange blossoms with me— i three pacts gin to a whiff of orange— I and you can love your wickedest en- i tiny Carter Blake has gope down for champagne He'll be back in a minute. What—” “i —1 hardly know." Jerry flushed, 1 stammered a little, in some confusion Aimee swept her a quick, appraising look, and smiled iu friendly fashion

“I see," she said. “You want apricot brandy with cream, and mostly cream, don’t you?" “Who called for a highbr.il?" Dunne Allerton came In from th A kitchen, laughing, his cuffs pushed high, a bottle in one hand, a medicine glass in the other. “Mixed, or straight?” Aimee laughed softly, slipping her hand cozily into the curve of Jerry'u pretty, bare, white arm. “Brandy, weak, oh, awfully weak,’’ she told him. “She hadn't registered when I called you. This is Rhode La Faye's little protegee from the Middle West —Jerry Harmer. Isn’t she beautiful, Duane? Miss Harmer, this is Duane Allerton. He’s nice enough, but stupid. He’s In business. Isn’t that disgusting? Duane, since Francy Isn’t here tonight, why don’t you take Jerry under your wing and make a little love to her? You’re so good at lovemaking. Like his looks, Jerry? Don’t be bashful. If you see anyone you like better, just say so. You’re company, so you can take your choice." “Oh. no—really—l think —” “Well, I think myself you're getting the pick of the party,” Aimee agreed pleasantly. “Try him out, . ..yhow. ’f you don't like his method, bring him I back and I’ll give you Billy Sparr. And ! welcome. He does nothing but stand F W iLsl w HW rpy Ksk Wn y He Put His Arm About Her and They Danced Twice Across the Room. over there and measure chins and ankles witii a pencil. Now show her n good time, Duaney. Give her brandy, and keep it weak. She hasn’t the slightest rudiments of a real thirst.” Aiinee touched Duane's arm warningly, caressed Jerry with a light, fleeting gesture, and turned away to reach for a cigarette. Jerry lifted her blue, bright, happy eyes and looked at Duane Allerton. With that look, she forgot the great smoke-clouded room. She forgot the strange effrontery and the flagrant intimacy of the looks, the words, the j attitudes, of those about her. She gazed into Duane Allerton’s eyes, and । a great happiness swelled in her gentle breast. He took her hands, both hands, smiled at her, seeming in that smile | to draw her physically, intimately, into the affectionate warmth of his charming camaraderie. “You beautiful thing!" he whispered. , Jerry's heart sang within her. He put his arm about her, and they danced twice across the room. Not one word could Jerry speak. Twice , she lifted her dark misty lashes, and lowered them quickly, thrilled with the breathless pleasure she felt in his touch, ir. the light of his eyes intent on her lovely face. As they came up to the door on the third round, he guided her neatly Into the small kitchen—a scant and impoverished relation to the kitchens Jerryhad known —and came to a stop before the bottles on the rickety table. “You can’t have a real good time when you are thirsty. Aimee said apricot brandy—it’s trash. It takes hours to get happy on it—and then you’re not. I know what you want.’’ He tilled a small glass for her, a large coffee cup for himself. Jerry sipped at It daintily, not liking it, barely abie to repress a shudder of distaste. But under the warmth of his eyes she steeled herself to Spartan resolution, and drained it to the last drop. And rejoiced that she did

Geologist Explains Causes of Landslides

In describing some troublesome I landslides that have taken place In 1 England, owing to wet weather, Mr. William Platt, author of “A Popular । Geology," says: The causes are simple enough. Whenever the geological formation 1 is that of alternate hard ami soft 1 rocks, and when this occurs In any 1 sufficiently steep bank, hill or moun- 1 tain, there will always oe the risk of a landslide, especially after heavy rains, which soak into the softer layers and make them loose and slip pery. Landslides may be divided Into two classes —natural and artificial. The former occur in the wear and tear of nature. I. I That picturesque mountain In the ' Derbyshire Pennines called Mam Tor I I is so liable to landslides that it has been nicknamed locally “The Shiver- i ing Mountain. Another celebrated

so, because he smiled at her gladly, as he tossed off his own. He put the glasses back on the table again, took her hands in his and glowed upon her. “You are beautiful, you are perfectly beautiful,” he said. His voice was low-pitched, caressing, his eyes very direct and very earnest. He lit a cigarette and gave it to Jerry, lit another for himself. Jerry had smoked before. In college —for fun—with the girls of her sorority, behind stuffed keyholes and carefully blanketed windows. That was mischief. This was another matter. But she took the cigarette when he gave it. tugged at it determinedly but with distaste, and was ashamed because she got smoke In her eyes, and because bits of tobacco came out between her lips. She wished he had not thought of smoking. It seemed such idle waste to use those tender fingers of his for holding cigarettes. She liked that Intimate. boyish way he had of catching her hands In both of his when he said : “You beautiful thing.” “Is—ls it your studio?” she asked, suddenly embarrassed because she said nothing. “Your voice is just like music.” he told her. and the earnestness of his voice was almost like a sadness. But he smiled Immediately. “Lord, no! I wouldn't have It. Looks like n barn to me. Y hardly know the chap. Some artist. Carter Blake his name Is — nice fellow, he seems, too. They Just asked me to come along, and so I did.” “You seem so much at home —the way you go from room to room—l thought perhaps you lived here." Duane smiled hfs pleasure. He liked that type. Ingenuous, artless —he knew what unerring pains, what constant alertness. It entailed for a girl to retain that pretty assumption of artless innocence. He admired one who could do it, one who would take the trouble. It was the type that most intrigued | him. “You are adorable." he said, nnd | then, smiling, his arm about her, he I drew her Into the dance once more and back into the studio. In the doorway they encountered Carter Blake, hatless, his bottle of champagne wrapped in a handkerchief, Just coming back. “Come on. quick,” he called to them, without waiting for introduction. "You're the girl from lowa, aren’t ' von? We want you to launch the con- | tract. Here’s the champagne. It’ll be midnight in a minute.” The phonograph was turned off. and the others straggled over toward the i easel in the corner. Carter Blake pulled it about until it faced them and they saw a printed contract securely fastened upon it with brass thumbtacks. The girls ran quickly about the studio to fetch the flowers from every ■ vase and Jar, piling them in a rosy । heap beneath the precious bit of paper on the easel. “To launch the contract?” Jerry was greatly puzzled. “It’s his five-year contract with In- i ternational,” explained Aimee who stood near her. “Picture a month for five years! That's what the party Is j for, you know, to celebrate the conI tract. They only signed this morning.” They pressed more closely about the ; easel. Jerry standing out before them ■ all, the bottle of champagne in her i hand. “Now, just a minute.” Carter Blake i ordered briskly. “I'll fire the revolver on the stroke of twelve. Then you souse the contract —” “Souse it?” Jerry was deeply anxious. not understanding. “For luck. Didn’t you ever see a ship launched? It’s a contract party, j as I told you.” explained Rhoda. “How is she to smash the bottle. Carter?" Some one hastily brought an electric iron from the kitchen, and Duane held it for her. He smiled at her anxious nncer- ! tainty. “Be careful! Hold the bottle away from you when you break the ! neck off; don’t soil your gown! Then 1 just throw it over the contract." “Be reatly now,” cautioned Carter. “It lacks but a minute." The clock on the mantel chimed the hour, and on the Inst stroke. Carter fired his revolver into the air. “Quick,” whispered Duane in her ear. With a strong sure blow, Jerry ■ struck the neck from the bottle and I flung a stream of the golden fragrant liquor over the contract on the easel. The others applauded gayly, clapping their hands, crowding about Carter to shake his hand in congratulation. The girls kissed him, many times.

instance Is the landslip near Shanklin. Isle of Wight. At Merok. In Norway (Norangsdal) a huge landslide dammed up a river valley, causing the water to pile up and form a lake. The people who lived in the village In the valley managed to escape, but their red-roofed cottages can be seen today under the clear waters of the huge tarn thus formed. Even Kings Fix Prices Price fixing on the part of govern ments was not a new idea when it was used in the World-war time of economic stress and since during the reconstruction period. King Henry 11l of England was one of the early rulers to use the right. He caused an ordinance to be passed prohibiting bow makers from selling their best hows at more than 3 shillings 4 pence ’ each.

, telling him how wonderful it was, and how happy they were. ■ When Jerry was drawn up to him in the pressure about her, “Oh, it is just wonderful.” she breathed ecstatically, still but half comprehending what it was all about. But because the others did, and because he seemed to expect it, and Jerry would not for the world have hurt his feelings, she kissed him, too. Carter Blake, seeing her in that moment for the first time, amazed and delighted with her loveliness, put both arms about her and kissed her again and again, until Duane pulled him away, reminding him that he had signed but one contract and was taking the privileges of a score! Then they had supper, a generous, conglomerate supper, erratic In its variety, sandwiches, Russian soups, strange things en casserole, quaint foreign pastries, Italian ices, and cheeses from every land. Duane and Jerry sat together, very close, very quiet, tn the wide window-scat, looking out over the East river to the misty midnight I towers of New York on the other side. The others talked of art, of colors. ' schools and contracts. But Jerry and Duane in the window heard not a word tha* was spoken, and hardly I talked at all. It cut into a particularly long nnd sober silence between them when she said, “Are you an artist?" Duane laughed. “Oh, Lord, no. I’m on Wall Street. And heaven knows it’s where I should be any place but I They’re fleecing me right and left.” “Who are?” Jerry was almost resentful in his behalf. “Heaven knows. Somebody. At least It would seem so. I'm getting the ragged edge of it on all ends. I'm not slick enough. I never catch on to what's going on until It's gone. And then it's too late. Don’t make me talk about business. I’d rather go on thinking how beautiful you are.” After a while someone started the . phonograph once more and they 1 danced. And lie took her again to the kitchen, where she had a tiny highball, which she barely touched to her lips, and he had a very large one. and another, and then another. And anally, laughu.j at what he called her Intemperate temperance, he drained her gla-s as well. They were a long time In the kitchen, laughing for no apparent reason. looking at each ot^er deeply, with pleased and intimate understanding, ' while Duane drank and smoked. Whea they went back to the studio, the lights were dimmer, the music softer, , the voices more subdued. Aiinee, with the face of angel sweetness, dancing by the door as they came in, released tl»e tip of the bearded man’s lips from between her lips t 3 call to them: "Do you like him. Jerry I Pretty well satisfied?" And Rhoda paused in the midst cf a particularly daring rendition of the I tango to wave a friendly hand to her. Jerry flushed deeply, with the un- [ conscious. Instinctive recoil of her In- ! nocence and her inexperience. Her ' eyes clouded a little. But she smiled i forgivingly. “Rhoda’s really a very nice girl,” she said apologetically to Duane, i "They are all nice, of course. I know they are. But I have known Rhoda a 1 long time, and she is quite—or, really, ; she is quite proper. Os course, lowa would be shocked!” Duane drew her closer In his arm. 1 so that her breath, with the slight | scent of her first highball, touched his face. He did not leave her. The others came and went at will, flirted here, and loitered there, but Duane held his place at Jerry's side, kept her slender hands within his hands, touched the velvety folds < f the seductive gown with tender fingers. And Jerry remained blind to the careless familiarity of it ail, deaf to its blatant noise, seeing his warm eyes alone, hearing only his gentle voice, feeling but the caressiveneas of his wandering I touch. It looks as if Jerry from lowa had plunged into troubled waters. Is she a strong swimmer? ■ ' (TO BE CONTINUED.) Earliest Book Plates It probably was because books wen so few and precious in that early dawn of bookmaking and printing and Illustrating that the first book plates were not as book plates are today. A king or queen or lord or lady did not have printed a mere tag, reading: “Tins book belongs to Beatrice Aragon." Instead. Beatrice of Aragon, for tier book plate, had her picture together with the picture of her husband, Matthias I. Corninus, king of Hungary 1443-90. at the foot of page two in their joint book. “De Spiritu Sanctu." written by Sigismundus de Sigismundus and illuminated by Attavante deli Attavanti. All in all. those early days of books had much in their favor. You didn’t have to worry much about borrowed volumes. You had no worries, either, about sectional bookcases. Your one volume was per sea first edition. Pertaining to Ages A century begins with the beginning of tlie first day in its first year, and does not end until the close of the last day in its hundredth y«ar. The mode of reckoning Is often confused with the common mode of stating the age of a person. A person born at the beginning of the Christian era would be called one year old during his second year, that is during the course of the year two; he would tie I called two during the year tiiree; ants j forty during the year forty-one, etc.

UTILE TANG-U—---THE RAT e> By LAWRENCE E. ADAMS 1 j; <© by Short Story Pub. Co.) Among the most interesting souvenirs that Marston, the naval officer, brought from the Orient was a curious portrait, j evidently the work of a native artist. 1 painted in brilliant colors on a panel of foreign wood. More striking than ’ the workmanship of the portrait, however, was ifs subject, a small Chinese boy, apparently not more than ten or । twelve years of age, but wearing the uniform of a high Japanese naval officer. and adorned with a whole string of jeweled decorations: । Here is the history of the portrait: When the Japanese flagship steamed out of the harbor of Canton on the day that war was formally declared । between Japan and China, it carried one human being whose name was not on the ship’s rolls—and he belonged j to the enemy. He became a passenger under the following circumstances: Just before the ship weighed anchor a 1 small steam launch was sent back for ; the commander and superior officers. : who had been detained until late. . Among these officers were three Americans. all graduates of the Annapolis academy, who had been engaged hy i the Japanese government as advisers ' during the coming hostilities. As the little launch wormed its way through the maze of picturesque craft and sampans—the curious little Chinese houseboats—which crowded the bay. j the eyes of the American officers were riveted by a curious sight. To the top j of a wooden stake to which a sampan was moored a little Chinese boy clung. , swaying to and fro. eyeing delightedly the steam launch as it shot through the water. In his anxiety to see the , fun. however, he had disregarded the weakness of this reedlike support, which, when a passing sampan collided with it, suddenly broke off .short, plunging the little chap into the water. At first the launch's passengers paid ■ slight attention to the accident, knowing that these little natives are as much at home in the water as on . shore. Indifference, however, gave way to concern when the child's shrill cry for help rang through the air, fol--1 lowed by the mad efforts of every sampan man within sight to get away from tlie drowning boy. instead of to him. It was now evident that the little fellow had become entangled in a floating coil of rope, and that his drowning was a matter of a few seconds; yet not one of the Chinese boatmen but watched from a distance and in silence the small hero’s frantic struggles for life. Indeed, the little Mongolian was already disappearing in tlie waters of the bay when the । steam launch, nt the signal of tlie commander, veered in its course, and a . strong arm snatched the little body | from the waves. As for tlie sampan men, they watched the rescue with I cries of amazement. This was because of the curious law existing in certain j provinces of China that whosoever ! saves a life, the rescued one may lawfully look to the rescuer for support | forever after. It is plain that this i barbaric edict virtually puts a prel mlum on death; but the explanation lies in the fatalistic religion, which l holds that whenever a man falls into । peril It is by tlie express wish and j will of the gods, and that to rescue him is to obstruct their just decrees. Meantime the officers, who had arrived on shipboard with their protege before it had occurred to them to plan ! for his disposal, were examining their j find as though he had been a new and . curious toy. To send him back to ; shore was impossible, as they were al- ! ready steaming out of the harbor. Tlie I only course, then, was to keep him on i board, at least during the voyage to i Japan, a plan rendered all the easier I by the fact that the little heathen 1 was, according to his broken Japanese, i both homeless and friendless. j But if the boy had seemed a nuii sance in prospect, he was anything bur I that in reality. Shrewd as any Bow- | ery ragamuffin, the little fellow's alert ! ways and quick wits were the unfail- : ing delight of the three American offii cers. More imitative, even, than the Japanese, he picked up their language and customs with such incredible ease that in a few days he was more Japanese than any subject of tlie mikado. Indeed. before many weeks had passed, the entire crew was accusj tomed to tlie curious spectacle of one iof the enemy enjoying the most marked attention and hospitality that the ship could afford. But, besides his imitativeness and shrewdness, the little Mongolian had one accomplishment that gained the awe-struck admiration of his oriental friends. That was the power of discovering objects at incredible distances as easily by night as by day a ! power due partly to inheritance, and j partly to his profession. The lad was

| 2 Whistler’s Architect Was Denied Immortality

Whistler's house in Cheyne walk, Chelsea. London, on which a memorial tablet is being fixed, recalls the epl--1 sode of the artist's proposed residence ' in Tite street. He had acquired a piece of ground adjoining Chelsea hospital, and after prolonged wrangling ; with a long-suffering architect, departed for the south of France until the building operations were completed The result to Whistler on his return was agony. He stormed, he fumed, he i attempted to repudiate the contract. : hut the architect was obdurate. He I must accept possession and he must , pay. Whistler would not for a single day , live in the house; but before selling it I he had placed above the door a stone I tablet with the inscription: “Unless | the Lord build the house, they labor lin vain that build it. Mr. X (the I architect) built this house.” Nobody seems to know how or when the inscription was got rid of, but although the house still stands to offend the eye —a monstrosity in whitewash, (

an interesting specimen of the oriental class of beings known as rat catchers. This means more than the word implies. They are not rat catchers by vocation alone, but, strangely enough, they are born to the trade. In addition to many other talents which he had Inherited from a long line of ratcatching ancestry, little Tang-u—the “rat” — as the boy was called, had the power of seeing his way clearly in al- ' most the dead blackness of night. Sometimes, indeed, it seemed as though ; he was endowed with a sixth sense in ; tills matter, being able to walk straight I > into a dungeon-like room and to bring > forth any object without the least hesitancy. Courage, also, he had de- | veloped to a rare degree, for the rats in tlie docks of China, and in the un- ■ derground passages from warehouse i cellar to cellar, and sewer to sewer, : where he plied his trade, are the fat- i test and most savage of the rodent ■ tribe the world over; so large, indeed that tlie skins of two of them will make a pair of gloves, and the carcass will supply a family with dried fillet I tie rodent for a week. These rat catch- I ers spend days and weeks in the un- ■ tierground passages, and day and night are almost the same to them. Now that lie could no longer exer- 1 else his strange gift in his accustomed 1 way, Tang-u would often amuse him- j seif by standing for hours on the deck, peering out through the mist or . the darkness in search of things hid- ‘ tlen to common eyes. Indeed, among , the Americans he soon became known as the “kid with the telescopic eyes.” • while the commander, on various oc- 1 casions. allowed him to accompany . ' the men in the lookout, where he dis- ' covered objects often in advance of j the field glass. Even the dark waters | of the ocean were not proof against the vision of tlie little heathen, whose bright eyes would detect curious fish as they swam around the ship, many feet below the surface; while a fog that blinded the ordinary eye proved no obstacle to his keen sight. Before long every one came to the conclusion i that a boy whose eye was equal to a combined field glass and searchlight : was a valuable addition to a modern warship; and on more than one occasion during the months of the war the little Chinaman’s discernment was appealed to as gravely as though he had been thirty years old and a Japanese officer, instead of a ten-year-old Chinaman. i <>n one occasion, indeed. Tang-u’s sixtli sense made him for five minutes I tlie ship’s commander. It was late in the evening before the : memorable engagement of Port Arthur. I I lie flagship, which, having passed un- : scathed through months of war. had i been recently ordered to this stronghold, had just anchored in the harbor. ' and preparations were making for the i night's defense. The torpedo net had I not yet been lowered, but the whole' ship resounded with the bustip and ' hurry of preparations for what every | one felt would be the most decisive battle of the war. Meantime Tang-u stood alone near the bow, peering out through tlie darkness, as was his custom upon arriving in a strange place in search for slime new and interesting sight. Suddenly, above the confusion. there rang out a shrill little scream, and Tang-u. with his eyes . i bulging from his head, rushed toward j the admiral, and. pointing out to sea frantically shrieked: “Torpee-to! to- ■ pee-to!” i Instantly every eye followed the direction of the tiny finger. The sea looked unruffled. Not a soul on the deck, even by straining his vision to the utmost, could verify Tang-u’s cry. I i Yet so accustomed had they become to I relying upon the little fellow’s keen I sight that tlie admiral gave instant or- I ders to lower the net. In a moment there was a sound of hurrying feet, a 1 hundred hands were raised to the ; ropes, and the great net fell into place, i ■ Before the splash of the falling net j had died away, there was a thunder j ing explosion, and a tremendous up- ; heaval of water, like that of a mighty geyser, shook the hnge ship from bow I to stern. It was indeed a torpedo that j Tang-u’s keen eyes had detected far away through the approaching night. But swiftly as it came, the boy’s marvelous vision had been swifter. The well-aimed missile of destruction, that in a moment more would have destroyed the flower of the Japanese ' navy, had. in coming in contact with j thp netting, exploded harmlessly. | flooding the deck with water. The great warship with over three hundred souls had been saved from annihilation —and by one of the enemy. A few months later, when Tang-u’s j exploit was brought to the notice of ’ the mikado, that dignitary conferred j upon the little Chinese rat catcher the ‘ rank of honorary- admiral in the Japanese navy. • And it was in this way that a ; heathen nation furnished the youngest naval hero in existence. I Significant Words The heaviest words in our language are the two briefest ones, yes and < no. One stands for the surrender of ■ the will, the other for denial: one for- - gratification, tlie other for character —Theodore T. Munger.

the stone tablet above the door has been carefully razed and a no doubt wholly respectable profession is excluded from that particular class of the immortals whose immortality is none the Jess real for resting on the abuse of the great.—New York World. The Humble Thimble Thimbles are said to have been j found in the ruins of the Latin city of ; Herculaneum, buried by the eruption i of Vesuvius that destroyed Pompeii 79 A. D. Thimbles were made in ■ Amsterdam. Holland, in the Seven- : teenth century by Nicolas van Benschoten The art of making them was carried to England by John Lofting, i a mechanic from Holland, about the i year 1G95. His first manufactory was at Islington. This and That For Sale—Two toggenbeqg goats, giving milk and bread. —Burlington Item. I

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