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PATRIOTISM. I ..TMs Idea come from abroal" 7 Ter - -. " . "War profiteers ought to feel grata 1 ful to tlte ex kaiser lor starting the re cent row,'. ",-- - "Our profiteer ire too patriotic fof "that, but some of them might smile ulyly when war contracts are men tioned, and admit that Uncle Sam Is a good old scout" Birmingham Age Herald. , - THE CLOUD'S LINING - By JENNIE LITTLE . " 'Indepsnden . ' This poem," said the timid cnller, la free verse." . "I don't-care whether It's free or . not," said the editor of the Chigger Ule Clarion. "My paper this week la rnmmed full of paid-in-advance polit ical advertising and I wouldn't pub lish the best piece of poetry ever writ ten." . ji- . Something to Consider. "Always remember, my boy," said the man who was fond of giving ad vice, "that Caesar, having made up his anted, wenf ahead. He crossed the lUiblcon." T know," the boy replied, "bat the wy he dressed there wasn't any dan ger of gettln' his pants wet." HE WAS WISE He:' Darling. I wouldn't swap yva Tvr any ten oiner Wive. 8he: Oh, George. - He: No, elrl Living's toe Mgn wen times. Present Realities. The heroes of n. cbusln fir : Oh, why ghould we their deeds recall? w ...... unii me Byurung page Of live ones who can hit the balL Discouraging a Helnful Solrit. "1 don't understand that new wom an next door," remarked Mrs. Gadder, -vvnats the trouble?" "She calls herself a seeker after the told her everything I truth. I've know about the people around here. bnt she doesn't seem to be the least pit Interested The Prize. you wouldn't let him pre "Then pose?" "Not last night." "Why not?" "We wore at a bridge." "Hasn't he won you?" "Yes, but I didn't want It said that he won me at a bridge party." . , Getting Square. ' JTeu Aio't Blind If I Ihivk m h. on, do your asked the sweet young thing of the short man in the seat be hind her at the pictures. "Not at all, miss I Not at all !" re plied the little man. "I enjoy looklug at bargains." London Tit-Bits. Under Suspicion, mow long had he lived a life of crime T "Only one year, he told the court. ror six years previous to that time ne was a taxlcab driver." -uinpnj That means seven year i crime in an." Sufficient Excuaa. ' Tve Just heard the news," Interest tedly said an acquaintance. "Why do , you suppose John Schott killed his . plred man?" "D know," replied the gaunt Mis- Bouriun, "unless It was b'cuz he acted use a nireu man." Personal Charm Absent Fair Aspirant (with manuscript) Do please let me read my story te yon. Publisher Don't trouble, my dear young lady, my reader will see It. Folr Aspirant Yes, but he won't see me. HIS ATTENTIONS NOT - WELCOME "My love for you drives me mad " "I think I'm the one te set mat! bout It" Chter. Let's live a cheer ' :X For Old Man Banks. ' Be neve&movea "A vote of thanks." AL.rehenalve. ; , "Tliii is a fashi-, able grillroom' "Yes, Tessle; ail the other ladles are smoking." - -. "So X see. Do. you think they will put us out for not smoking?" Truth vs. Poetry. , "Thcr say he fell at her feet' the : first Tiro tit? ever saw her.'-! " f "No, -that's .the poetic wr.-ioa, The 'act Is he -id ' over thciu," . ' ... C jr McClure Jlwpetr Syadlcaw.j A soldiers'' hosnital In the Smith. Bows and rows of men reclining in the sunugnc, patiently waiting-for the feeble sparks of vitality to be fanned to a steadier clow. T- A frail lad laid an open letter on his neighbor's knee. "Read It to me, bud. My hands are so heavy today, it tires me to lift them." . i . With a pitying look, the older man hesitatingly glanced first at the signa ture. "Little Mother." Beassured, he began aloud :, "Dearest Boy." Wheu he finished, tears had washed away the bitterness from his eyes. "Say," he murmured, "if 1 ever got a letter like that, It would pull me clear back from the heavenly gates if I was lucky enough to' be headed that way." . "Uttle old brick," agreed the other. "Since I left home In 1917, she's never missed a week except when she was sick last fall. Can't be strong yet, as her writing lsn' t the Riime." "Must be quite an old lady," thought the reader, picturing the dream mother o often In his own mind, with soft white curls and gentle touch. A ter rible pity she and the boy couldn't be together I "Fate plays some scurvy tricks," he said, aloud. "Here am 1, the lonesom est dore'IIct a second edition of T&tfy, pulling out of the scrap whole, while fellows with families got theirs. And then, after the flu had a go -at me, I'm getting over this lung busi ness, too. Wish to heaven I could take-your place Dv ami un,i back to her as good as new." "You old bluffer," said the boy, affec tionately, "you're worth n lnon C mo or any other, and there's nobody knows u oetter tnan this same me. I've told her a little of what you've done since i Knew you." A sudden light glowed In his eyes. "Say, Rupert, make me a promise, will you?" "Sure. kid. The whole of my kingdom." "1 figure, Rupe, that about the time jiiu go out cured, I'll go out, too yes, cured. It won't be long, I know. You've nobody else, you say. Will you go and comfort her a bit, and look after her for. me? For she thinks I'm Just It, bless her." Ail letters afterward were shared by Kupert Kay that he might get better acquainted with his charge, the boy aW. His soul knelt In homage be fore the purity and sweetness of hw Ufe, expressed In her written thoughts. irwcilla Dean." Oualnt nlil nn Just suited to her. As the bo.v nredlcted. the twn . discharged togethur. Kunert hv n government, lie by a higher power, and unpen turned his face tounnl the North. On a balmy Snndav ' lnnrninfr In wprliig he reached David's Vermont town. Out in the suburha hn'M the little gray homo. viruiu wan -uunit unvurs nlotnie nn the rqck ills hut hud coat. Everything wait Ins for Dnvlil u-h '.., ,..,,., n. - "MO VWIU.Ilfc wttlt his gallant heart still and unre sponsive. lumen ireuioiea as rootstens nut hurrying, but it was not the ol.Wt or ins search who naused in tl iiii Instead, lie saw a girl who reminded him or apple blossom time and Davldt. ' Her hair was the same gold, her eyea me suiiiu uiue, out noiding a vague look of patient pain. "I wanted David's mother Prlscilla Dunn, lie knew he was bungling wings, but hadn't realized how hard It was going to be. She smiled. "Ills 'little rootherT w sue. uur parents died when we were small, and he always called me that. Have you seen him? Is he still getting better?" "He asked me to give you this letter, I am Rupert Kay." "Will you read It to me, pleasr she Bsueu, quietly. ."You see. I nm nn blind." . The visitor almost staggeredrBllnd I Did he know?" , She shook her head. "He had ennnch to bear," she said, simply. "It was last November, I was teaching, and there was a fire. Two little ones got trapped on the second floor, and when I rot them safely out, my eyes were ruined. uut.ieu me or David." He led . her to an onen window. where Easter chimes floated in Mb comforting voices. "Will you remem ber what day it is. and the that It brings?" he urged, then told bia story. A long, tearless silence. "I must nt rebel,' she said at last "But he was so dear and gay, and I must stay here to be.a burden.". "Don't I" he cried. "Thi i n nn. swer to the riddle of my lonely life- today was waiting for me all the time. For the sake of the love we both gave David, won't you grant bis wish, and let me take his place as best I can?" A new fragrance arrested her atten tion. "Why." she said, wonderlnclv. 'my lily bloomed In the nltrht. Per haps your friendship la the blossom that has come from my nlcht of suf. ferlng." He kissed her hand reverently. "Then to each of us this Easter has 1 In -: - .. :.-., . .- - ..... . . . , 1 I if Haai.'-'.ifii II 8Z World and the Woman i JBy JUSTIN WENTWOOD (. lilt, W.Ki.rD Ntw.mper Unloa.) " Haln stood upon the highest point or ills nronertv. siirvevinir life. The highest point was Just six feet above the level of the scn.J The lowest point was about six feet below. But the palmettos were so scattered and tne mangrove so dwarfed that Hale could see clear tu the encircling waiers. Over them a boat was comln j. Hale wore.1 lie did not want company. He would warn off the intruders. He hurried down to bis strip of silver beach nnd assumed an angry look. In reality Hale could not look verv angry. It Is impossible to look angry at twenty-nine, when vou are th owner of an island kfngdom. as me boat drew near Hale saw that It was pulled by a slnele occu pant, n girl, with copper-colored hair and white arms. She did not see Hale until the boat grounded. Then she sprang ashore and gasped: Ooodness. I didn't know nnvhndv lived on Shell Key 1" "I am the owner of Shell Kev." kiiI.1 nnle grimly. 'I'm sorry I trespassed. You see. I I wanted a place to be alone." Hale softened. "Won't you come up to my cabin and have a cun of tear' he asked. "That Is. if you don't mind condensed milk." She laughed. She had pretty gray eyes and a delightful smile, though she looked a little sad, Hale thought. She sat down on the camp stool, and soon the tea was ready. "You see," she explained, "I was a school-teacher, but my throat got bad, and the doctors were afraid of tuber .culosls. So they sent me down to Florida. And it Isn't tuberculosis at all, and I'm getting better, but you see there's the cough, and the boarding houses are afraid of caughs down here, so so none of them would take me. It's so hard to stop coughing." . She coughed apologetically. "So I had to come down to Pnlm Point and live in a cabin there, and it's crowded all the time with tourists, and I Just wanted to be alone. So I came over to Shell Key to look at it, meaning to camp out here for a week if ell, if there was no one here." "And then go back to teaching?" "And then eo back to teachlns." he answered sad I v. 'I'm much like von " aulit Hnlo T was threatened with the same trouble, only I had Just a hundred dollars left when my fare was paid. So I bought Shell Key an acre and a half for twenty dollars down, purchased fifty dollars' worth of food and imnlements nnd started but come, und I'll show you." He led her to the highest neak of his domains. Through the palmettos the girl saw a clearing of a quarter of nn acre, In which coi-n, tomatoes, and other esculents werp flnnrtahlnir i in going, to fnt a nanny when I sell my corn," said Hale. "And you mean to live hete always?" . "Rather than go back to clerking, yes. I'm ' going to make Shell Kev the most highly intensified example of track funning in the world. And I'm going to raid an orange plantation five miles down the coast on the next dark night, and bring back sucklings. They grow the best navels in the world there. Slowly they went back. "You seem to have made a little island narndisn nere," said the girl. "A kingdonr-a world," he answered. I wouldn't go back to the world out side for anything." "And I," she said, "must CO to take up my work in the world aealn. Each of us to his fate." "les," he answered. 'Terlinps I'll row across to Palm Point sonio afternoon and call on you." ive only got one more week." she said. "And I'd rather vou wouldn't." "Why not?" "It's too sad. isn't It. 1 mean" he saw that her eyes were full of tears "giving up one's dreams." ' We nil have to give up our dreams, suppose," he said. "But you have your dream." "Not all of It." They were upon (lie bench now. She turned and looked at .him. "What dream have you had to abandon?" she asked. ' Oh, every man's dream. 1 sunuose." he answered. "The dream of finding: some one share my kingdom with me. I've often thought of her. She has gray eyes and coppery hiilr." "" 'And you've abandoned that dream?" - "I've never found her." His look was unmlstakufcle. And she could amuse herself no longer with him. "I ought to have told you," she said penitently. "My husband's at Palm Point. He's an Invalid, and and we don't care for each other at all, .but that binds us, you know." From the summit of his Island king dom Hale watched the boat receding. 5 Ul J3 Those Long Winter Evenings keep your home warm and cosy with a bmS ORIGINAL HOT BLAST HEATER 7 "HE health of your family depends upon properly heated rooms warm floors. The maximum radiation, low base heat, air tight construction, and Hot Blast Combustion insure even temperature in all parts of the room at all times. 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