ENEMY OF LIFE IS WORRY And It li Also Largely a Matter of Habit, Which May In a Measure Be Overcome. Bravery tn the face of only possible death, as on the battle field, aii«l bravery in the face of certain death, as in the case of a Titanic shipwreck, ftre of course two very dlJferent tblDKs. 1 he danger of the battle field Is niiicli harder to meet because i'l)idii:es. apprHlieiijions of illi>'?s or of puvi'rty that peocl tnos' I.) hr nit'i ;md nvenonuv A vas' (iterit-u'i- luis npnipa Mp witliin the lasf. ti\o !>'c.iiii’s, ti'iliiij: ii.s ho'v ti he fiir>'Wand iornaniu'd a^'ainsl d!l real anil itiKisinary I'vi!.' The «i.-( i‘f that i-triii.v iicnlcd down ir.f ' woi'iis I>on’t \vtirry If yon r>Ml: v,i'rr>. t!n'!i worry U3 .-Ir- ' ".I ''ail. If V.m litid \oiir- tself in Si’M •; P't;1 or onierKfiicv, re- | pard (!'.■ .i.in'im cahnly nnd I’P I V6’T'y ciml. if >ou ar*‘ iu iniMi'i'.fnt i Uair-' !' ,-r !', :i..^ nil: I'V. r by a i;n'tnr ' car, pri'^'TVi' viiiir i rt'si'iio' ol mind i for n,u'i)''i>ts a.'.-'ert rhat it is onl> ; the p.Mill.' mIm I'isi* iluir ln'ails v\ ho ■ {ift run ! Kx.i. li,'. a nerv.iu - pcrsnn. man' or '.vainian, is to pnsi’rve ll\n ri ,ul ^ Bite pri'si'iii't' of mi’iil in a pri-al and BUdd.'il 'i'I'l' I • This :u .r h.id in mil.il thi' oM ■ ftL'.i p. ;;;.’.-'"in .\i’. .'Id a-.' pi i: bion I' 'i».» 1 >inn i f $! -T, a week, all.iv. il i > d-siiiiit-' | i rsnns oi' 'i-r ’.lia) ar.- pa->i m v.-;iiy ,1 in 1 farmhaiut.i li’.' ■ : :M a v.e.'k, M.ist ^ . ;.'i ' rSial is rlie »i ah> ' K.ii^d ' It Is a t, ur.‘ lllrl-. of t!i *)f « a^ ■ ■ Th. V poor 'a. I'h.'lps Klave i,v "Thi.-; had b.'.' r!’i' I’.riUsh r ■ I I ; ^ ■ iii'Usi.m," said .1 M.' ' r •niiiil ini', .if the ■ r I I' '!. I I. n .1 i;y V.'nk." Iia.i a slavi‘ who in rl: ■ .’aii.lly i:il h.i w.is B.'veniy y-'.irs i. .| rii'i'ini; that there i was very I."I'' iiinri- worU left i'.i l!'."' idd nrui Ui" s'V'. V'- ^.'tit inr him one day and said pnmponnly; | '■'1 l.nii;;i),il, my 'r;. nd. \oii ve hei'ii a f liihfiil -“’I'v-aiit ti) nil' and my fathrr before me. 1 ii.ivt- luns bi'en IhlnluiiK uliat I wul 1 .1.1 III r. ’Aard juiir di'vo- t.iiii. 1 n.i.'. you your frt-i'dom. Von ar.* Iii'i-.c.'fon li yimr ow n master, Hannibal You are henceforth your own man ' "Hannibal tsiralflnd his sray wool, shook his heail, and unswertd with a! sly chiiokl.> I ■■ No no. massa. You <*t de meat, j now you mil.' . !t. de bone.'" i Scientist Points Out Why Instinct to : Kill Insects Has Root in Self- Preservation. Our instinct to kill insects at sight ; is perfectly sound, writes Dr. Woods Hutchinson Out of the quarter of a i million sp<*cies now known to science, a mere handful are even remotely i helpful to man, and most of these only , by their powt-r of living upon other i and more danneroui Insects. On the other hand, tliniisands of species an‘ actively hostile to man. his food plants and to his .lomestlc animals. Wholi- tribes have been swept out of e.xisteiice by the attack of insects car- r\inK bacilli • as within the last two d('cadi« in Central .-Xfrica by the dread t-lei piiif; siciiiiess." carried by ihe ■ is.'ise tl> WliiiK- nal'oiis have b« en ucakeiit'.! ur.il .Tipph d and whole rlv- :l:,'atlons r.'tarded by anotlu-r insect- biirm* dlsras.. . inal.iria indei'd. re- I I ii;'. I'-i lyii'iirs have ,i,lv.ii.ced the thi'oi ythai Iln* lii^ioric d.'i line in both ijKtri' :ii il licmi' was l,u-(ji'ly dm' to till' ra\;i-'.'S of this iliscasi*. brtiuslit into D'U'iii 1' by ariiii. s renirninK from wars in .'..-^ia and .\iraa It may yet ci-ui.' wh. ii We sff tliinK.-; in their triii> pc,."spi'( 11.1' III;!' till' w.irrli'rs of clv- 11i;'.i'.| i;a!i'-'n.-i "ill t'irn fniin ^!aU(;h■ tfiins; III." ai 'MiiiT t.i b.uilinfj a^-iinst our insi-ci . i.fa.i.-s Tiiiu i ViTy liat II ry of arlill ry in ili.’ '.\.i’!d a,..inst that an^i'l > i ‘ I" >til''iire, tlii' com mon lioii'e t!.’.. and In l-’M y. ar.' h.' would b*- I'Mi'rminai. "I root and liiaiii'li \\ i*li liiin "'HI.'.! >;o half of . ui* .'..V.i'm d.-aili.-^ iri tbi' I'lited Stands .‘Very \(‘ar frmn llu' siiainu.r disi'as.-?' i.f I'hililr.'n, !\M:" ;r'i.' .'f our dysen- lenes nnd cli'il. i,i nuirbiis and oin’- fiiurlli of our I'pficil. wlili nut n lit- il.t of (iiir pili.'Tiiliii^is. I'lir I.’'anus ar.d oui' b.'ils a: I M.'.-d pni,-onin.i;.-!. V. I.. ,j B e 11 in d! t--. .id sN-r.^ i l' 'tr l'tai:.’i' i:. ni" is l,:lii i.;. a I'i'. i. li: ..ili't. win) s. L oi:t 111 j.i;. a call .u l:.i' I'l.tj-li * ;:i l,.i.-.-iy ill I’.ii'is .\.-i li.' d:'i> ..' i.,< Il ■ ! !.■' d.i ir In' w a ^ ;..a i :(i. .1 ill ' S :■ ) ■■.r. i u..;;ii,K d.iv.u 111.- ^ir. . t as h..r.l a.- !. ■ i ul 1 jjii. ;-IiiiUii;.„ .,!. I .ill;- ai. un.brrlla r -.iniu i:. 't ti.' 1'- li.i i 111 I'll .til ai. :n\ hi.'L oi.i.-,i^;i' u! .'nii.i iLiii-; . 'f.iaily lir.'aiilul, tai' ,t.;.l.'iii.ii ihi i i '-par. il l.i jii;u in 111!' 1 ha^'i . Imi the il.ination (jf Sir Fr.iiu 1^' r.^ciU'iiu'iit war- n ill.' hiui|il.' and lull .it all miirdi'rous. I.ady I'.i rn.' had jii>t M't nut fur a drivi-. .\fi>r ^tu' h il. fiir I'runcis ha.l hiitii'Hil on.' or Iwii ■ siri'et aralm" < lingiDr; to the bai k of tlin l arriaKo (tnd liaii promplly slartid oft in pur- .suit will) till' id'-:i of dislodging Uu'iu Ironi their liangerous position. ^ HER CROWNING GLORY Saving Time. A Krcn( liiiian wlm nn'i'ts you half a diiicen times a day shakes hands each liiiic. .\1. ruiilbol, an arilst, is tiri'd of this eli-rnal liaiidshakiniL; In tin' little Miiiitmartre caf.' wliiih he and his frifiids freipient lie lias liiiiiR up by a chain a l arved 'voo'ieii liand. When h ' enters he goes to the hand and shakes it vlRoroiisly. 'Ihls makes a Kreai noitie by jingling a piece of iron inside a tin kettle at the other end of the chain. The »jg:nal is accepted by those .vho hear it as a si»;n that M. Poiilbi t has shaken hands witti all his friends. The Woman Who Writes -U and with stationary 'rocurcd here a tn iio danger of having her letters • Iticised as to correct form anyway tt'e have just the right shape, size and ilnt of paper, the ink that doean t e| direcleil to Ihi-* oiu> pur|M)>^. Tuition free tu all who airree to teach Tail ierni Ijeyiiis September I'.ni. KfB! hi \\ R!QHT, Premienl, GREEM 'ILLE, N. C. % THI UNlV»kSAl C I’ut the diiVoreuce In the bank I'lie ^atiiiur between Foni r»st anil hea»y ear cost Is “velvet" foi the |irudent buyer. He fcniivrs the Ford not only !>uve4 him doll ars but serves him best. It'it bet* ter car >old at a loner (irire and Imrhed with Ford servire and Kuanintee. for the runabout; I'or the toiirini; car and $*'>0 fur the town ear i, o, H. Oetruit, roi«|»lete with ei|ui;>ment. tie! fata- lo^ aud imrtieulars from. Ford Supply Co. Phone 237. Gteenvilltf, N. C 2 By MARGARITA WILLOUGHBY. S • • (t 'opyriuhl.) Uorothea was very happy lu the first weeks of her enKagenieiit, happy la the serenely uiu'ousclous way of the newly betrothed 1 .scarcely uu- Uerstood why in this case, for mar- riat;e to Ihe I’urilaii could be nothing but a marria.i^e of convenience—that Is, i'onvenienie as far as his wealth Was <'oncerned inconvenience whi-ii it (.aiije lo his pioly. I’erbaps the trousseau was the source of hep lieatitiide, for Dorothea !s an artist la rej;ari| to clotln-s and !i»vi'S them with an artist’s fervur. And an ariist'.s fervor was put iato that Ir.iussi'aii' 1m fill' midst of spleiulid pn'i> ar.ilion I'anio Aunt .Van’s t-ickness, and I>ori’.t!ii';i wa-. calli .1 South. TI I’ui'itaii cliafi'.l somewhat at tli.' sudili'ii postponi'iiu :it. During tlm months of Iiomthi a’:' absi iii'.* I knew vitv little of Iiit, f..ri lii'r b'tters witi* iih re |t'le>;raphlc no-| tices of .\unt Nan’s I'ondition, but ili.,'| nio-iH'iit she sN'|i|i..il off tlie train up .‘■hi* [i.'iusi li r.iil "N’o. 1 : I Tm jiisi bon-d ” ;.iill woro 1. r one ’ V'lU 1. ;i ,i\i!nt Xiin ii illi' wcir’" "Quiti' ’ I Ph, tlu) frlfZiil linalily < f th.'ii I' Ml-! "ri:i' riirltan will b.^ \i ry biippy t.i s.-o \ oii awain ho is l Ui of tow n ju-t t'.ow- ” ^\'ll•■n w •> w.'re Cij/ily nt lea tlia.t <-\eni:iir. with a rm-rry r^t’.'iie lire aiel i!u' w.ninth lif r. il i'ik;. .; from the 1‘iiri- t 111, 1 >.iii.thi',i a litil.' laoro taln- ative i i.'r.illiea, vniir si riu.~i.in and .\iii.t \an ' 'iiihi.'s have u ii .\ii your ner\rs You :ir.' iioi V. fll," I -.aid I iiin ijuii" '•'.>•11 J think I nui.'i 111* ilr.-.|. If you .i"n’t mind I will till lip lim\ aiiil ui.;ack. No, 1 li.in'i lie.'.I any li. !|i ' I I'.. list!. tl:,) sl-iir.-^: Ii.ili'-ii. a.id 1'at.i'-l iv. .'I' I lUlf sirk," : h.' s.iul N\-\! iMiriiir,^ t~!ii> tra,:;ic air. At lir'-ak:'.i.-1. Mafii*. ilie maid. < . teri'd the ilinintr r.'nm iiri't-ipiiai. a;ii-r aii^w rriiii; a rii;4 .tl the. door - s.ie 111'!,I a \i lliiw i-nvi'lope at arm's length and the tears \vi>re stamliiiK la her ('i.'H 'I l.ope ii'^ not HO had. .Miss l>arthy, 'li'ar,” she .'.li.l. tlinisiin:; it at I loro- thi'a Itomilu'a lu.llv tore open the en velope, read till' message and slt;!ii-d, then haiideil il ovi-r to me. "No one is di'ad, Katie” she said. And Katie went '.lack to tlm kitchen, (piiie cumforted. 'i'iie message ri'ad; ' Home tomorrow. Rha'.l have pleas- urt' Ilf t'sciiriiiiK \iiii lo ilr.ircli. "F. Van Hoort." F Van rioort, of course, Is “the Puritan” r>or.)thea did tiot show any sls;na of enlliusiasm, and 1 ilid not have tho coura(?e lo make any remarks so thn meal drifled on (»nc« I looked up from my plato and found horothea lookinK out the window with the most mischievously amused expression I havrt ever seen any one wear Then she aro.'e, .still with the siiillo In her eyes and the little upturn at Ihe cor ners of the lips, and said "I am KoinK to town as soon as p.isslble." She w ent lo tow n ani’i (ame ba< k with a few small packaRfs, but aalil iiolfiitiK in r*'i;ar(l to their <-oiitentn. The next nioriiiiis I knew It was ten when the I’lirlian's trap dashed up lo the i;ate. ^'rolll my open- d'jor.'d d. n 1 heard Katie admit him, hf' ir.l I>orolhea come downstair.s, and lie.ird—a most unusual i onviTsatlon. Sill'- (Iniid inornlnK, l-'r.'dtrie. He CiM.il miirniiii;. mv dear lUiro- tlii'a. It is «ood lo liav.t you back fl- iln •Sill*-* Thank you--lt si i ins years. Hi- W hat liavfi you dniio to your- si'lf, I'oroihi a ' Voiir hair presents a most iimisiial appearance .■>he Oh that' I>o yuu lik.» It? It’s! tlif same old hair you'\e alwayn seen, only iiiily I vi- done it a hit different ly. tirif’s all It's Just iiinned on— you know ITe—,\nd Porothe.i' U II powder on your nose' Heally. I>«irothea, 1 never ImaKlnt'd- I loathe powder, Iiorothea it is like rh<‘ap finery, and it Is such a palpable lu-' ■’You are rlnht I had not thoufiht of It lust so Your w ifi> must not powder her nose Hut really 1 have to, you know, to make P match the rest of my coniplexlon (live your powderless lady this with my best wishes" TVii-othea' '\'our rlni;' 1 did not mean " | "Take It'" j I felt siirr he took If. because you , have to do what Dorothea tells you. | ■’You will always be u-lad of your I dlscoverv about mv nose.” she added The I’lirltan f;ot away soineliow, I after remarks which were quite inco-1 herent, but I beard Iiorotbea say j ■Oodd by!” In a vpry cheerful and friendly vidce In a few- minutes 1 went into the hall, where I found her Rtandin^ In front of the grate ftr«>. smiling medita tively as one by one she unpinned little bunchen of curia, ^luduiatlnK ’■puffs." and a fat braid, and dropped them into the fire •"Sic transit gloria—" I began. •“My cpownin« Rlory," she Interrupt ed. "And now I must write a lettwr to ‘■ome one’ down Soutb.” THE UGLY CIRCLE S By GEORGE FOXHALU « • • •••••••••••••••••••••••••• <*'opyri«lit.» Snarier Kelly peered through tUe bare into the prison cell in which eat, sullen, defiant and nursiiiK u desperate revenge, his only sou. ‘‘How is it, Jim'? Cheer up, boy. T'wo years dou'i last loiiB.” •’No, It won’t be loiiK," agreed the son. "Don’t worry about me," "Jim, 1 know you never pulled that job, Homebody's stuck llu* goods ou you an’ koI you iu ijueer, ” The other looked up with slow' iu- 'luiry. "W'liat nmkea you think bo'/" iie asked. "Think so! \Ver(“n't you always loo blamed honest lo t^uil your dad’.’ You'd .let tough an’ iiKly, an' roug'! hous-* 11 with the be.sl of ’em, but 1 never could g*>t you lo be uiijiliwig biu honest. .Somebody’s crooked this on to you, uii’ l*in fiuing to nnJ oul who ;!id it. ” His fathiT le.l'ed al l,l:u tliro'ugh half-closed t yes of inliiiiti' cunning. •’Iio wailing for me wh.-ii 1 coma out," assented Jim, with more of warmth ai.d life than he Lad tliowa before, "and l.-l nu‘ kn.nv who it is. 1 guess two years won’t iii.iki! lae lovo him more.’’ His father t,ur’.ed and jiassed Into llie light of the li'.'e air, while tlio hoii looked after loin wiili a scowl of dreadful li.i'i'. Si.arler Kelly iilugg.'d doggedly uloagsid.' the railroad track an.l iiie, .li.ii, with whom I Ills story is ellietly coiiceraed. 'I’lie. Snarl.-r had built up tuud hopes of being mighty |.r ui.i of Jr.ii, for al an early age .lim simwed himself an apt pupil in ’he l.'ssoii> of ii.ulini'HS which ili-- lond larent con.-rUnitly instilled. I in-' d.iy, the time, in the estimation of llie Siiai ler, hi ing npe for moio detiniie iiistnictioii in the training of liiM offspring, he had bi'iiacheil unto .liiii the pulling of a preiiy bil of vil lainy which was to nourish his own empiy e.\i heiiner and siaii the young man upiiii his naliiral cai'e, r. The boy listeueii iinlil the man was through, ills e.W's on Ihe ground and his acciisio.iied scowl knilling hia blow. Then hi* looked up, ''That's thieving, ain't ir.'" he in quired. The Snarier wa« a lillle taken aback for a moment. '1 o i|ualily ihing.s had never occurred lo him. •’Sure, .Mike, ’ lie said uneas'ly. "Tiieii count me out,’’ growled Jim. So the kid refused his ciire.'r, and the Snarier, after biding his disgust In tliree days of oblivion, n'sumed hia with the careful cowardice of ihe petty sneak-lhlef. But ut length th.'fo came a tlino when, tempted by a seemingly easy oiiporlunity tnio larger ojn rallon, cow- ardicrt overreached care, and the trail became *oo hot for Snarier s peace of mind. And so, with simple cunning, be had pulled the trli'k that saved hia» and tent bis son lo jail. (’ertalnly It was upon ugliness that Snarier meditated as he plugged dog gedly ulongsido the railroad tracic. N'lght drew in, and in tiie distance he Eavv ugalnsl the dark sky the panting glare of an engine’s exhaust. Ten minutes later be bad swung himself thankfully Into the open box car. Ho struck a mutch to find his bearings, and found himself staring into the barrel of a big revolver, too dazed to do anything but hold the match. The other came to hl« relief with a Bhorl laugh, "'I’hat’s all right, bo," fiaid he. "I thought maybe you was a nh.u k, an’ I’ll put a shuck's light out before I II hit the ties and starve In this desert. I'm a tough guy. 1 am.” '1 don't blame you." agreed the Snarier. “I w.is kiike.l (>ff myself, yest*'rday, after i'd lost my gun. It I hadn't lost It I'm a tough guy niy- Kelf," be lirilshed signiticanlly. Overhi'ad there was the tiound of heavy shoes. Then thiTe was tho flicker of a light With easy strength a brakemati had swung himself into the car, hia lantern slung by a string around his neck. "Hit tho gravel!" he growled, ns ho held the light on them. "Heat It," snapped the tramii, push ing his big gun Into tho foreground. liul it w as Kelly on whom the brake- man’s eye rested, and he lowered iil« lantern quickly, "lieat It, d’yi* he.ir!" again ordered the gunman Suddenly the hrakeman dropi>ed to one knee, i.lke a tlasl» bi.s iiand was in and out of his overalls iMckt t. The gunman's bullet went high and passed tiirough the open door, but the train man's shot took the other between the eyes, and lie lurched forward dead. With hardly a look at him the brake- tnan turned hln gun u|H>n the Snarier. "Turn around an' put your hands be hind your back," he ordered. The Snarier laughed, a trifle uneas ily and sheepishly. '•What’s the matter, Jim?’’ eaid be. "I>on’t you know your old lind? Yon Bure are an ugly guy.'’ And Jim put his face close to his father's. "You bet I know you. An’ you bet I'm an ugly guy. You trained me in ugllne.its, an’ I'ni learning every day. Your name’s scratched on this gun, an’ there's a shertff at the next stop. It's an ugly circle, an’ you'T# drew It yourself, Tom around." Are Losing Money O O c/3 o G c/3 C/3 C/3