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Jeb Braddon, young and fantastically
successful broker of Chicago,
Is infatuated tvlth Agnes Gleneith,
beautiful daughter of a retired manufacturer.
Rodney, a doctor, in love
with Agnes, visits his brother, Jeb.
l?od plans work at Rochester. Jeb
suggests that he make a try for
Agues before leaving. In Rod there
Is a deeper, obstinate decency than
In Jeb. Rod visits Agnes and tells
her of his great desire but realizes
It can never be fulfilled. Agnes'
mother is attempting to regain her
husband's love. Agnes has disturbing
doubts as to what attracts her
father in New York. Jeb tells Agnes
he Is going to marry her, and together
they view an apartment In
Chicago. Jeb asks Agnes to set an
early date, but she tells him she
cannot marry him. When the agent,
Mr. Culver, offers to show them a
furnished apartment, Jeb asks Agnes
to see it alone, saying he must return
to his office. Agnes consents
and Jeb leaves. A radio Is blaring
terrifically from one of the apartments.
Colver raps upon the door,
which is opened by a scantily clad
J ? Ihn rnnm
gin, Wiiu uraws nguco nitv i?v
Colver finds her husband, Charles
Lorrie, fatally shot. He calls the
police. Myrtle Lorrie asks Agnes to
phone Cathal O'Mara, a lawyer, to
come at once. Agnes does. The police
take charge. O'Mara arrives. The officers
are antagonistic to him. Agnes
sides with O'Mara. Agnes is to be
a witness at the coming trial. Cathal's
grandfather and father had lost
their lives in the line of duty as
city firemen, and his grandmother,
Winnie, has built her all around
Cathal, who, being ambitious, had
worked his way through law school
and has committed himself to the
defense of criminal cases. Thoughts
of Agnes disturb Cathal. Mr. Lorrie
had cast off the wife who had borne
him his daughter to marry Myrtle,
and after two years of wedded life
she had killed him. The coroner's
Jury holds Myrtle to the grand jury.
Agnes promises O'Mara to review
the case with him. When Cathal
calls, Mrs. Gleneith asks questions
regarding marital problems, in the
hope that she might get a solution
to her own problem. Cathal wins
them over to Myrtle's cause. Jeb
tells Agnes that O'Mara Is seeking
to profit on the insurance money
Myrtle will collect If acquitted.
Yet it all seeuied only to amuse
his wife. Even his excellence In
golf, which once she had admired,
seemed almost to amuse her now.
He did not understand why.
Millions now became the measure
of a man. The old slow, conservative
scale of progress was gone.
Salary, dogged, dependable work,
was nothing. A man went out, in
these days, and made?millions!
Davis did not want to do it at
all; he was, for himself, exactly
suited. But Bee?his wife, the moth
er of his boys?believed Jeb the
better man. Jeb thrilled her; her
husband, though she "loved" him,
There was that fellow Collitt, who
bad come around to the office the
other day with Ken Itemble. They
were forming a company for underwriting
new investments, real-estate
developments. There was millions
in it, they said; millions!
They wanted him to become a
partner and put about a hundred
thousand Into it. He'd thanked them
and hardly thought .of It.
Davis turned again with more
hopefulness toward the dark head
on the pillow of the other bed.
It was a month later that the resignation
of Davis Ayreforth, as
treasurer of a canning company,
took effect, and he sold back to the
officers of the company all his stock.
Davis also sold sixty-five of his best
bonds; for it happened that Collitt
had somewhat under-estimated the
new capital required, and so Davis
put up, not one hundred, but a hun
dred and fifty thousand dollars.
But the firm of Collitt, Ayreforth
and Itemble was formed, and
Dromntlv DKOmoted and marketed
their first Investment line.
Myrtle Lorrle, who now for over
a month had been in jail, decider!
to invite Agnes to visit her.
Myrtle was not having much of e
time. She was confined, of course
to the women's quarters of the Jail
and therefore to the company ol
other women awaiting trial.
Agnes, on the morning that Myr
tie's missive arrived, had risen foi
breakfast with her father.
Sire, the Light One, and Bee, thi
Dark One, always had breakfas
with him when they were children
He was never too hurried to Joki
with them; and he produced fror
his pockets surprises, on occasion
of thimble-like things that inflatei
Into bunnies and miraculous bud
that needed only to float in a flngei
bowl to flower. It was fun to hav
breakfast with Father.
Her mother so invariably ha
risen with him that Agnes neve
had pictured breakfast without the:
together until, last fall, her mothe
ceased to come down before he
father left the house.
THE STATE PORT PIL
hastened forward !n a welcome
which betrayed no small surprise.
"Why, Mrs. Glenelth! Mr. Glenelth
went out an hour ago, and I'm
not expecting him back for perhaps
another hour. Was he expecting
"No," said Beatrice. "Do you mind
If I wait here?"
"Of course not." And the two
women looked at each other.
The girl somewhat uneasily withdrew
and left Mrs. Gleneith alone
in her husband's' office.
Tricie?he could not give up calling
her that?sat almost still for a
long time looking about the room
and gazing out the windows.
Beatrice arose and stood at her
husband's desk, whereon lay letters
opened and spread out; and one
large, bulky envelope which had
been left sealed. It was from Bob's
bank, and since today was the first,
it undoubtedly contained his canceled
checks of last month?his personal
His wife first weighed it In her
hand; then, almost before she
thought what she was doing, she slit
the envelope with his paper knife.
His checks were to various names
and for various amounts, none of
them alike except two?one thousand
dollars to Cash?one thousand
dollars to Cash. Here were two
more to Cash. Here were two more
alike?five hundred dollars drawn to
Cash?to Cash, five hundred dollars.
She looked at the dates. They had
been drawn and cashed, to Cash, almost
exactly a week apart; the two
for a thousand each corresponded
with his visit in New York; the
five hundreds with his stay In Chicago.
What had Bob done with this cash
in addition to ail these other checks
drawn to names for many amounts?
Beatrice dropped Into his chair
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la UfeLJ I Uti IIHfU auu "tiu II TTll.II
a new awed tenderness. He defied
usual discretion and played hooky
from the office for the afternoon,
I and went with her to the concert,
where they heard the Fidelio and
i that solemn, exulting triumphal of
. the soul over the flesh which was
, the D Minor Symphony,
f It told how two would be bound
together, though they died, and they
whispered to each other that night;
r and through the years afterward,
Beatrice watched the orchestra pro?
grams so that, on the special day,
t she would have her husband instead
l of one of her daughters or a friend
e in the seat beside her.
o Today the orchestra was playing
i, both the Fidelio and Cesar Franck's
j sublime defiance of the flesh. It
s seemed to "mean" something; co
Beatrice Gleneith, forty-seven years
e old. ventured to her husband's office
to ask him to play hooky with
d her once more.
r Bob's door was shut; and when
n she opened It, she saw the office
r empty; but Miss Oliver Immediately
r entered from her room on the other
tide. Miss Oliver knew her and
| 1 BALMER
This signalized some decline in
the relations of her parents which
Agnes felt but did not let herself
"Talked with your mother about
summer plans, Light One?" he suddenly
demanded, one sunny morning.
"No. What are they, Father?"
"You're to make them."
"Largely by what you do. There's
the trial first, of course; but they're
moving that along. Then what with
you, Light One?"
"You mean about Jeb?"
"I'm not marrying Jeb this spring
?or this summer, Father."
"Because of us?"
"I don't know why not, Father;
oh, I don't know why not!"
He had to turn away.
Agnes saw the lawn and "their"
shore of the lake that she loved,
through the mist of tears.
What and who was she that
counted with him more than her
mother and her and all his memories
here? What could she be to
him, to mean so much?
Her father was thinking of that
person, unknown to his daughter,
and scarcely more defined to his
wife, but whom his wife had called
"Cash !" What a name for her! It
liad been fastened upon her by his
wife; and In this manner;
On Friday of last week, which
was the first of the month, Beatrice
Glenelth had gone to Chicago In the
forenoon for shopping, and she was
to remain in the city for the after
"I'm Not Marrying Jeb This Spring
?or Summer, Father."
noon concert of the Chicago orchestra.
For twenty-five years she had
two seats, which she had shared on
special days throughout the years
with her husband.
The playing of the Fidelio overture
was an occasion," for reasons
only known to themselves; and so
was the performance of Cesar
Franck's D Minor Symphony.
A few months after their marriage,
when Bob was yet a boy and
Beatrice younger than either of
their daughters today, she had come
to town at noon to make a visit to
a certain specialist; and he had
said, yes, there was no doubt that
she was going to have a baby.
So Bob and she had lunched together.
Under the tablecloth, he
nonitht hnr honH onH haM If nrifli
ana sin mere a iev? uiuuicuu, ouua
Tricie, who hart come with the
wild delusion that if he sat with her
agaiD through Fidelio and the D
Minor Symphony, she could regain
him?Trlcie sat back In his chair.
Finally she gathered up his checks
and replaced them In the envelope
which she had slit. She took his pen
and wrote on a sheet of his personal
"I opened this."
She did not sign her name; she
could not. He would know her writing,
of course; and he knew that
she was here. So she left the notation
in the envelope and escaped
from his office before he returned.
One more mad thing?the maddest
of all?she did. She left on his
desk beside the envelope a ticket,
for the seat beside hers, at the Orchestra.
Beatrice had no lunch that day.
She went to the women's room at
Marshall Field's and lay down. At
last she went to Orchestra Hall and
took her seat.
Never, never before had Stock so
conducted and the orchestra so played
the Fidelio and D Minor Symphony.
Bob did not come.
He, of course, received from Miss
Oliver a report of Beatrice's visit
and departure; and he discovered
her note in his checks nest the four
to Cash which his wife had assembled
and left together. But this did
not tell him how much more Beatrice
knew; and It left him wholly in
the dark as to what she meant to do
So far, she bad asked him dldectly
nothing, for fear of the answer;
for fear, he was aware, of
forcing an open break between
them. Now what would she do?
The concert ticket gave him an
awful moment with its power to recall
the past He had to tear it up
and toss it out of sight.
He could keep away from the concert;
but then came the hour when
he must go home and face her.
But she said nothing when she
met him, and they went to their separate
bedrooms at night without her
having referred to her visit at his
In the morning, after he had bathed
and shaved and was nearly
dressed, he went into his wife's
room. She had been awake and she
sat up in bed, without welcome and
"1 was thinking about us, Bob,"
she said, supporting herself on her
hands. Her hair was braided, as she
had slept, and drawn back from her
forehead. Its severity brought out
the clear, even outline that gave
her face character.
"She's in New York, isn't she,
?? Vo.w VahWI"
DUU I one aiaja iu luin i
"She?" he repeated, but Instantly
decided not to evade. "Yes; she
stays in New York."
"You?you haven't brought her
here yet? You've never?seen her
"No," he said. "Never?where you
"That's something, Bob. Not
much, but something?"
"Tricle, you don't understand this.
"Don't, Bob. . . . Yesterday"?
she had to tell It to him?"Stock
played the Fidelio and Cesar
Franck." She shut her eyes and
hummed the notes of the solemn
exalted music. "He came to that
part?our part, Bob?the part that
binds souls together forever, nc
matter what may happen to their
With her eyes closed, she saw
herself and him not middle-aged hut
young together, and in awe hefon
the wonder of their (list child
within her body.
Oh, the notes had meant them It
their moments of exaltation?this
theme of defiance of fear. It brougb
back that night when her "pains'
began, and he was frightened tha
some time. Is there any message
you can give me?"
"No. I wanted to ask him something."
"I will have him call you, Miss
Glenelth. Where will you be?"
Agnes found the morning paper
and shut herself In her room while
she searched the columns carefully
and over again, but vainly, for there
was no mention today of Martin
Yet he was In court and, this
morning, making his plea for a client.
It was a hearing of overwhelming
Importance to five persons,?
the prisoner and his wife and their
three little children?but altogether
too common and unsensational a
case to win notice before Its disposition,
In the morning papers.
Tonight there would be a few lines,
hidden somewhere back toward the
financial news, recording the Justice
dispensed to another human
For one Karl Glatz, a plodding,
unimaginative accountant for a firm
In the leather business, had embezzled
some twenty-two hundred
dollars which he had lost In speculation.
He had been caught, and
the case had come to Cathal.
Examination of the circumstances
made but one plea feasible?guilty;
but before the Judge had passed sentence,
counsel had the right to offer
witnesses for examination, and
to argue for the mitigation of the
offense that was admitted.
Sentence was passed at half-past
twelve; Glatz would go to the penitentiary
for a year. It was the minimum
term for his offense, but Cathal
felt himself beaten.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
I Old Advice
When, asks a British paper, did
wo TTricrlish fir?f nHonf tho tnnth.
nv u.igiiwi """f1 w
brush, which an authority on ram>
bling declares to be a quite neces
sary item in the tourist's equipment?
Apparently it was unknown to that
fine gentleman. Lord Chesterfield, as
t late as 1754, when he wrote to his
> son: "I hope you take great cara
I of your teeth and that you clean
them every morning with a sponge
i and tepid water. I do insist upon
s you never using those sticks, or any
t hard substance whatever, which al?
* ways rub away the gums and do
t stroy the varnish of the teeth."
SPNESPAY, AUGUST 12,193*
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By Elmo Scott Watson
VISIT Cape Ann, Mass., and in
a cemetery there you'll find a
headstone with this inscription:
"Here Lies the Body of Boatswain
Allen Whose Body Was Lost at
Sea." The explanation for this paradoxical
statement is this: Boatswain
Allen's body really was lost
at sea. When his relatives commissioned
a headstone-maker to
prepare a memorial shaft for the
vanished seaman, he began it
"Here Lies the Body?" because he
always began the inscriptions on
headstones thus and didn't know
any other way. So they just let him
A somewhat similar situation is
reported by an American traveler
abroad who gleaned this epitaph
from a headstone in an English
Beneath these cold and silent stones
Lie the remains of Samuel Jones.
His name was really Smith, not
But we cnanged his name to rhym?
No such difficulty, however, was
experienced by the man who engraved
an epitaph for a former
slave who is buried near Savannah,
Ga. It says:
QT, SOUTH PORT, N. C? WI
perhap? she might and leave
him. But she could never, never
leave him! Cesar Franck by his
music declared it Impossible!
Bob Glenelth's wife, middle-aged
and in bed before him, opened her
eyes, which had wrinkles around
them. "It helped me again yesterday,
Bob," she said. "It made me
know I'm bound to you, whatever
you do. Cash isn't."
"Cash. You know whom I mean
"Yes," he said.
"I'll never ask her name. Bob; or
anything about her. If you wanted
to tell me, I'd ask you not to. It's
much the best as It is. I can think
of her now simply as Cash. I can
see her just as Cash. That's by all
means easiest for me. So never tell
or explain a thing about her, Bob.
That's not too much to ask of you,
Is It? Leave h#r, between you and
This had occurred more than a
week ago; the emotionalism of its
moment long ago had loosed its hold
upon him, only to trouble him occasionally
He could not permit himself to
live In the past, on the relics of
lost exaltations. He felt too much
life aiiead of him. He was going on.
looking rorwuru; me ease uuu certainty
with which he continually ad
vanced his business affairs, declared
it. He had never felt so capable.
He turned, with more composure,
to his daughter:
"Your mother and I," he said, In
a quiet voice, "understand each
other. She?we are not thinking in
terms of separation. Has she told
"No," said Agnes. What was It
which the lawyer, O'Mara, had said?
Infidelity was kinder than to cast
off a wife openly.
"Does that make you any happier?"
"I guess so, Father."
The post, at half past ten, brought
My Dear Miss Glenelth:
Can't you possibly com# to sse
me? You know where I am. I do
not have to write the address. Main
prison. Can you imagine what
this place must be for me?
How gladly I would call on you?
If I could! I think of you dally.
Still when 1 shut my eyes I can
see you coming in my door. I was
never so glad to see another girl
in all my life.
1 am sure God sent you to me in
my moment of terrible need.
Can't you possibly come see me?
But whether you do or not, with
undying thankfulness for you,
Your grateful and devoted friend,
MYRTLE STIVER LORRIE.
Agnes dropped the sheet of paper
and looked out over to the lawn.
She felt no impulse at all to respond
by a visit to the jail. Should
she? Was it her duty?
Martin O'Mara could tell her.
Her memory supplied ^he phone
number she had called, at that
tense, awful crisis with Myrtle.
A woman's voice, as before, answered.
"Mr. O'Mara, please," said Agnes.
And what was it?a repetition of the
excitement of the first call?which
had her quivering?
"Who wants him?"
"Mr. O'Mara is out, Miss Glenelth.
He is in court this morning.
Probably I cannot reach him for
Here lies old Rastus Sommlny
Died a-eating hominy
In '59, anno domlni.
But A. D. gets a different interpretation
in this epitaph, found in
a Connecticut graveyard, even
though the second rhyme is a bit
Here lies cut down like unripe fruit
The wife of Deacon Amos Shute;
She died of drinking too much coffee
Anny Dominy eighteen forty.
IN 1825 when the cornerstone of
the Bunker Hill monument was
laid and Daniel Webster delivered
his greatest commemorative oration,
some unknown poet, inspired
perhaps by the eloquence of the
"god-like Daniel," composed this
classic of alliteration:
THE BUNKER HII.L MONUMENT
Americans arrayed and armed attend;
Beside battalions bold, bright beauties
Chiefs, clergy, citizens conglomerDetesting
despots, daring deeds debate;
Each eye emblazoned ensigns entertain?
Flourishing from far. fan freedom i
Guards greeting guards grown gray
?guest greeting guest.
High-minded heroes, hither, homeward,
Ingenuous juniors Join in Jubilee,
Kith kenning kin, kind knowing
Lo, lengthened lines led Liberty
Mixed masses, marshaled, monument-ward
Note noble navies near?no novel
Oft our oppressors overawed old
Presumptuous princes, pristine patriots
Queens' quarrel questing quotas,
Rebellion roused, revolting ramparts
Stout spirit, smiting servile soldiers,
These thrilling themes, to thousands
Usurpers' unjust usages unfold.
Victorious vassals, vauntings, vainly
Where while since Webster, warlike
Xcuse 'xpletives 'xtra-queer
Yielding Yankee yeoman zest.
PUBLISHERS of newspapers on
the American frontier often had
many handicaps to overcome in
getting out their little weekly journals.
Few, however, experienced a
more discouraging start than a pioneer-Colorado
editor who explained
his situation to his readers in the
first issue of his paper thus:
We begin the publication ov the
Koccay Mountain Cyclone with some
phew dlphphiculties in the way. The
type phounder phrom whom we
bought our outphlt phor this print- 1
ing ophphlce phaled to supply us with
any ephs or cays, and it will be
phour or phive weecs bephore we
can get any. The mistaque was not
found out till a day or two ago. We
have ordered the missing letters,
and will have to get along without
them till they come. We don't lique
the loox ov this variety ov spelling
any better than our readers, but
mlstaxs will happen in the best regulated
phamllles, and Iph the plrs
and c's and x's and q's hold we shall
ceep (sound the c hard) the Cyclone
whirling aphter a phaslon till the
sorts arrive. It is no joque to us?
it's a serious aphphalr.
? Western Newspaper Union.
The man originally responsible
for the fact that most Anglo-Saxon
descended peoples are Christians,
was baptized in 597 A. D. This was
Ethelbert, Saxon king of England,
whose conversion by St. Augustine
was the most important since Constantine
the Great was baptized on
his deathbed at Constantinople.
Ethelbert's Christian zeal caused
10,000 of his subjects to be baptized
in the River Swale the following
Christmas day, and firmly
established the faith in the West
Palace of Westminster
When the houses of parliament
are not In session the correct name
for the buildings where they meet Is
Palace of Westminster. It ranks as
a royal palace, and It is In charge
of the hereditary lord great chamberlain.
Sovereigns from the time
of Edward the Confessor to Henry
VIII made it their chief place of
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fo* ^ tffl Tales and
S- ? vy Traditions
FRANK t. HAGEN
li I'iniil??rmo scon watson
THE Gooding tavern in Greenfield,
Ind., has long since dis
appeared but it deserves to be remembered
as the birthplace of a
familiar emblem of one of the major
political parties, a symbol that
is still in use after nearly a century.
Back in the thirties it was owned
by Joseph Chapman, an ardent
Democrat, who had the liabit
of imitating a rooster when exulting
over victories by his party. As
a result, when his political enemies
won, they taunted him by
shouting: "Now crow, Chapman,
In 1840 Chapman was a candidate
for the state legislature from Hancock
county. In that year Democratic
prospects were far from
bright. The country still remembered
the panic of 1837 and blamed
President Van Buren for it Moreover,
the "singing Whigs" were
making a powerful appeal to the
voters with their shouts of 'Tippecanoe
and Tyler, Too!" and their
log cabin and hard cider symbols.
In the midst of the campaign
George Pattison, editor of the Indianapolis
Constitution, wrote a let- J
ter to William Sebastian of Greenfield
in which he said: "I have
been informed by a Democrat that
in one part of your county 30 Van
Buren men have turned for Harrison.
Please let me know if such
be the fact. I think such a deplorable
state of facts can not ex1
"* * !1* ?- ?I A UnnnArilr nnH
iSt. 11 SO 1 Will V13H nujiin.- .u.
address the people relative to the
policy of the Democratic party. I
have not time to spare, but I will
refuse to eat or sleep or rest so
long as anything can be done. Do
(or heaven's sake, stir up the Democracy.
See Chapman, tell him
not to do as he did heretofore. He
used to create unnecessary alarms;
ne must crow; we have much to
crow over. I will insure this coun!
ty to give a Democratic majority
of 200 votes. Spare no pains."
This letter accidentally fell into
the hands of the Whigs and was
published in an Indianapolis paper
with a view to ridiculing the Democrats.
But it proved to be a
boomerang for the Whigs. "Crow,
* xi _1 Z
Chapman, crow!" Decame uie siugan
of the Indiana Democrats and
spread all over the country.
When the Indiana Sentinel was
launched in 1B41 it carried at the
top of its front page the picture
of a proud rooster and under it
was the slogan "Crow, Chapman,
crow!" Other Democratic newspapers
began carrying the same picture
and slogan and soon the
rooster, crowing proudly whether in
victory or defeat, became the accepted
symbol of the Democratic
party. Despite the later popularity
of the donkey, it is still a favorite
symbol?thanks to John Chapman
of Greenfield, Intl., who taught
his fellow-Democrats how to crow.
WINNING WITH BUCKEYES
WHEN Martin Van Buren,
oosom friend afid successor to
fiery Andrew Jackson, undertook
to succeed himself in the White
House in the race of 1840 something
new in political history was
Van Buren not only was defeated.
He insured the election of
Gen. William Henry Harrison
of Ohio and he endowed Ohio with
the name of the Buckeye state,
which flourishes today.
It all came about when the cry
was taken up by Van Buren'.- campaigners
that Harrison was more
perfectly fitted to live in a log
cabin afid drink hard cider than to
go to Washington as the nation's
What a boomerang that proved
The only background for the attack
was that when the hero of
Tippecanoe retired from battle he
selected a site overlooking the
Ohio river in the southwestern part
of the state, built a double log
house and finished it with shining
Ohicans naturally resented the
slur on their habits of living, including
the charge of tippling. Miniature
log cabins, symbolic of pioneer
life and the vigor which
pushed civilization westward from
the more effete east, made their
appearance throughout the state.
These cabins were reproduced
from buckeye logs. So were the
canes carried by thousands of
marchers who participated in parades
to advance the candidacy of
Harrison. The cabins were mounted
on wagons and within each was
a- horny - handed frontiersman,
quaffing hard cider.
Van Buren was not neglected
while this was going on. He was
attacked by the Ohioans as a snob
with a penchant for European customs.
, By the time the "Buckeye" parades
popularized and spread ea3t
of the AUeghenies, Van Buren's
- . wv??u?u aiiotoAC
and tried in vain to stem the tide.
It was too late. General Harrison
won the election, hands down, and
Ohio has been known ever since
as the Buckeye state.
e Western Newspaper Union.
The Mind J
? Bell Syndicate ?W^p ^ 1
The Foiir-^ otdT^^B
In this test there aref0ttt^H
given in each problem,
the four in each case bear^M
nite relationship to one
Cross out the or e word th?^M
not belong in each prokw'^H
1. Holy, sacred, profane I^B
2. Tall, squat, lofty,
3. Lob, double-play,
4. New Hampshire,
Boston, Connecticut. 'H
5. Vain, humble, modest, JB
6. Shot put, javelin thro* H
I yard dash, discus throw.
7. Hot, stolid, fiery, arv^B
8. Harvard, Princeton, V*B
9. Tallahassee, Sacit>H|
j Chicago, Baton Rouge, ^^B
10. Running, swimming, X^^B
1 1. Profane. 8. 100-yard
2. Squat. 1. Stolid.
3. Double-play. 8. Vassar. ^B
4. Boston. 9. Chicago, ^B
5. Vain. - SwL~r.q|^B
TO BE GIVEN 0?
Few processes are so dti^H
or complicated as those cf^H
cess. Who would venture tg^B
that he has mastered ihtn^B
thoroughly that he can vq^B
to tell another human beirt^B
? - -
io maKe a success of this?
vidual life. Some people
ceeded never seek counsel fl
have instincts which guide
aright in the most difficult i9
of the game. They make^|
takes, of course. It is ofteafl
essary to make mistakes
that one need not make tbgfl
William Watson, in one tfl
poems, has spoken of "that I
ness on a base of power." lH
is fine counsel, as well as tfl
in the phrase; for true
goes as quietly about its
Failure is usually a r.enH
fidgety creature, perpetually H
tating itself as to whether cH
it is succeeding; whether?
it is winning acceptance, fl
cess, on the other hand, dcel
work, does it with all its
knows for certain that it haifl
it well, and, come, praial
blame, passes quickly one!
next job; or if it be not H
so scientifically sure of itsefl
this, it practices what I
called an "optimistic fahltfl
?Richard Le Gallienne.
THE 104 SIZE CONTAINS 3'/2
TIMES AS MUCH AS THE 54 SIZE
I SNOW WHITE PETROlEUJfl
Years in Formic J I
"Natural ability" is the ifl
of 6,000 years on the roadtiS
M TRADE MARK RES.
biliousness, sour stonu^H
lence and headache,
to constipation. j J
10c and 25c at deals H
find ready relief from itchind'^B
zema, rashes and similar
gentle medication of I
1 TT7>\X7FT i?Y
Sensational Values In PlamonAr-f?
Lady's, 179.50 ficri.i?
55SSP?* *16.50; J
PntBCE. 18 Prror M. V ?'