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WHAT'S
What's trie us oi -ryliiR?
The sun wili shine aain.
Wha.t's the use of sighing'?
l.ifo isn't wholly rain.
Ton will not always have to stand
The cold ulii world's utilise;
Some Im y you'll got the upper hand
fc)o what's this use?
LADY FAY,
Lady Fay Ferenice looked in at the
big north window. Her slight, silk,
clad shoulders shivered with a delight
.Eur excitement. She tapped at the
French window, and laughed. It was
a pretty accomplishment; it suggested
spontaneity rather than practice. The
man within, frowning over an easel
and sucking at an empty pipe, started.
He came forward and threw the win
dow open.
"Lady Fay, by all that's wonderful!
he said. t
"Frank Dcrwent, by all that's .
You see, I know my Sheridan." She
stepped in daintily, a very little figure
outrageously frilled and flounced.
"Shall we establish a new 'School for
Scandal'? If we only could! But
nowadays scandal requires no school.
I knew you were here. You long to
ask me how but you can't get a word
In edgeways. My maid. She recog
nized you in the village alter ten.
Really, maids have bo many oppor
tunities. They are allowed out by
themselves until'ten once every week.
And if they smile at. the butler the
privilege is extended. I should go
about grinning at him always. She
said, -The mysterious artist, Mr. Jones,
at The Don, is Mr. Derwent. Don t
frown. No one else knows."
"But a woman and a secret"
"That's unworthy of you. Don't yon
know that we only tell secrets when
they are to the disadvantage of other
females? And I wanted to keep this,
and Elise wants to keep her place.
Why do I want to keep this secret?
Oh the country gives me primitive im
pressions that it is improper. I come
to see you in a studio horribly untidy
place, Frank alone. And you are
here incognito. It's thrilling and dear
Lady Jane have I told you I am stay
ing with the Hollingtons? I am, it's
my penance for a season wickedly de
lightful; my doctor said, 'You're run
down' (which sounds like something to
do with a motor car, which is absurd),
'go and be as dull as you can be.' So
naturally I thought of dear Lady Jane.
I've been a thorn in her fiesh she has
so much that one has to be a huge
thorn to be at all impressive and now
she has her reward. She will be
shocked: Think of it, Frank! .Isn't
it Cranfordish? Shocked! She will
sermonize, and I shall be flippant, and
both her Nonconformist conscience
and her droll, evil thinking heart will
rejoice!"
"But. I nm your cousin," Frank Der
went interposed. He was a tall lazy
looking man, young to be an Associate.
old enongh to-be interesting. Many
people said that he was handsome,
some that he was ugly, a difference of
opinion which invariably suggests dan
ger. '"When was cousinship a bar to scan
dal? Don't you want to know why
I have come?"
"No."
"Why not? That's a horrid remark."
She pouted picturesuely.
"I know." He looked at her stead
ily, half quizzically, and she looked
away. Her hair, as light as spun silk,
had brought a memory of sun into the
studio.
"You don't!" she said, hastily.
"We naturally gravitate toward each
other. In other bodies it Is called the
law of attraction." He gave the sen
tence a caressing finish. A smile flick
ered over her face. "Ever since you
came out we have obeyed the law. You
have confessed to me as many of your
gins as you could remember. I have
invented as many peccadilloes as my
imagination eould compass to match
your confessions. Each time you have
been engaged I have been the first to
experience desolation. How many
times have you broken my heart? You
. liav,e even criticised my work frankly,
" very frankly, and I have quarrelled
' with you over a frock."
"Yes, we've been chums, good chums
for a loin; time." she said, pausing in
front of theeu:-cl. "Don't you find
painting monotonous. Frank? You are
shocked. Bat I should get so tired of
canvas and oils smell like a garage.
Why don't you do things like Max?
He's much funnier. I am sure his
caricature are lovely when you know
who they are. Did I tell you Lady
Jane won't aikrv me out alone?"
But"
"Oh, I atirtsd with a girl. She's
staying with Lady Jane, too. She (the
"irl. not Lady Jane) has a passion for
viewoTio of those extraordinary bo
iP. who go to Davos Platz for the
scenery and nor tobogganing. I told
her the view from the Beacon is love-
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is, isn't it? It ought to be, it's
a tjteep hill. She went at itj
THE USE?
What's the use of moaning?
It will not ulter things.
What's the usp of groaning?
Beneath misfortune's t-tiiiRS?
Perhaps you'll bo an ace some day,
Though now you are a deuce;
Hut no one makes complaining pay.
!So what's the use?
Los Angeles Times.
By
WALTER E. GROQAN.
eagerly and I came on." She made one
or two lunges with her parasol at a
canvas standing with its face against
the wall. Derwent movod it out of
reach.
"Then, when you go back alone Lady
Jane"
"Oh, no. The girl will come on here.
I am afraid she thinks you are a wom
an. I said I was going to see a friend.".
"She does not know you very well."
"No," Lady Fay acknowledged very
frankly. "She never would."
"Then we may be interrupted at any
moment?"
"Yes and when Lady Jane knows
that you are here She is scan
dalized at the idea of your painting..
She savs there is no excuse for a man
in BurKe doing such a thing, that
Jezebel painted, and we all know what
happened to her. So I shall not be able
to see you again down here."
She really was very pretty. Der
went moved slowly over to the couch
on which she sat. v
"Has it occurred to you, Fay, that
whenever we want to see each other
one has to go in search of the other?
It it is a waste of time."
"There is the expectation."
"There is always the danger of a
rainy day."
"Or a sunny day. The sun is terri
ble this afternoon, and I freckle so
easily. But I don't see how we can
obviate the difficulty. You couldn't
set up a studio at our pla.ee. There is
the question of models and mother
loaths the smell of paint. We always
go to Monte when the painters come."
"No, Grosvenor Square is out of the
question. There is only one way."
She scratched meaningless ciphers
on the floor with the point of her para
sol, watching -the operation intently.
"Don't you think the 'only way' is
always well, heroic?"
"Every one has prophesied it," he
suggested. She really was attractive
and, after, all, it would be eminently
prudent and practical. It seemed in
cumbent upon an Associate to be mar
ried. Much can be done in the interest
of art by an interested wife, who is not
artless. Dinners open doors."
A lifted cheek showed an added glow
in its coolness.
"It would be rather hard upon them
to to make them false prophets. On
the other hand, if we establish them"
. She paused suggestively.
"It certainly would be a compliment
to their intelligence at once subtle and
delightful."
"And later Lady Jane would be glad.
I feel that I owe Lady Jane much.
She has been my skeleton at the feast
so long. It is refreshing to be famil
iar with one's skeleton."
"But she she hates me!" Derwent
remonstrated.
"Yes. She has always prophesied a
bad end for me. Think of her delight
in the contemplation of an end out
marching her imagination. Don't
frown. It really is a beautiful trait
in my character. I am being unselfish.
Is that the wrong word? I always do
say the wrong thing on these occa
sions. Never believe that experience
teaches, Frank. Experience, when var
ied, muddles. But it does seem hope
less, doesn't it? Everybody has expect
ed it for ages and the worst of it is
that I can't quite dislike you." .
"No, that is hopeless no one can."
"I have never seen enough of you
to discover vour worst faults that
may be remedied. Oh, if it is, Frank,
if, seeing so much of you the Lollerts
will insist upon lending us their coun
try house. I know, they offer it every
time I grow to dislike you"
"I think it will be impossible," he
said. "But in any case we need never
see too much of each other. Of course
I could never see too much of you
cela va sans dire but for your own
comfort I suggest railing to recollec
tion the married couples we know.
They are uevcr bored with each other's
society the occasional times when
they meet must ever keep their fresh
ness. There is not one circle in Lon
don, there are several; there is not
one country house, but several; not one
yacht, but many. 1 really think I
speak for your consolation that wc
need never meet except possibly at our
own functions and er Christians
Day. I throw in the latter a3 a sop to
popular sentiment."
"You are so considerate, Frank.
You understand more than any man I
know. Whether you are considerate
for me or for yourvjlf I am not quite
sure." She spoke a little wistfully,
v.lich he did not notice.
"As long as the end is reached I
hardly see that that matters," he said,
cheerfully.
"And I suppose we have reached a
real, definite, decisive end?"
"Yes or a beginning. There is al
ways a haziness about these matters."
"Then we have decided. It must be
diamonds. Frank. I never accept any
thing else half-hoop, of course. You
had better get a few down to choose
from. That is what I generally prefer.
And you must be very, very attentive
to me while we are engaged."
"I insist upon a short engagement.
And you will dismiss your cavaliers."
"All of them, Frank?"
"I think all. I have a sympathetic
heart, and I really could not bear to
see them."
"There are sacrifices!" She sighed,
and then lifted smiling lips to him. A
tap at the window' startled them.
"Go round to the door, Sydney!"
Lady Fay called out promptly, without
turning round. "There's always some
thing wrong with the catch of a French
window. How like a woman who is
fond of views to come blundering at a
window like that!" she added, as she
heard footsteps retreat toward the
door.
"Sydney?" Derwent inquired eagerly.
He had not noticed the face of the
woman at the window.
"The girl, you know. Oh, yes, it is
an absurd name. But appropriate."
"Sydney Egmont?"
"Yes." Her voice had a surprised
cadence. "Do you know her?"
"I did I saw a great deal of her
at one time." Derwent spoke in a con
strained manner, yet there was a
strange note in his tones. She looked
up at him quickly.
"Ah!" she said, and then mused for
a while. "Can't you order tea? We
shall not want it. really housekeeper's
tea is terrible. But I think I had bet
ter explain. You see, naturally she
will be surprised at finding that you
are not a woman."
He jumped at the chance of .escape
quite eagerly, and Lady Fay smiled a
little forlornly at his retreating back.
She smiled again, but quite brightly,
hoAvever, when Miss Egmont entered.
"You are alone, Fay?" Miss Egmont
demanded. She looked white. Lady
Fay noticed that quickly.
"Yes isn't it stupid? I waited for
you an eternity. I do hope you found
all the trees and fields and things
lovely to look at?"
"You were with a man?"
"I I am afraid so, Sydney. It gen
erally happens to be a man. I really
don't know why coincidence, I sup
pose. Frank has gone to order tea,
but I told him distinctly that we should
not drink it."
"Frank!"
"My cousin, Frank Derwent. He is a
lucky man he was made an Associate
a few months ago and now" She
broke off and waited.
"Then I am to understand" Miss I
Egmont murmured, perfunctorily.
"How dear of you to guess! I'm
afraid it is foolish of in4, but every
one said it would happen. I suppose it
will be in the autumn that will mean
rushing off to town and Paris at once."
"I I am very glad. Fay." Miss Eg
mond said, unenthusiastically. "I
hope you will be very happy."
"Of course, there is always a chance.
And I love shopping. Mother doesn't
it tires her. I believe she is unique."
Lady Fay watched her frlejid under
her eyelashes.
"But Fay are you never serious?"
Miss Egmont demanded.
"I sincerely hope not. Only the mid
dle class are serious. It's what they
eat, I think. I am told their cooking
is atrocious, owing to the Education
acts. I can't tell why it should be, but
it is."
A door opened and Frank Derwent
entered very stiffly.
"Oh, Frank," said Lady Fay. "this
is Miss Egmont. She wants to con
gratulate you. I think she said you
knew her?"
"Some time ago. I dare say Miss
Egmont hardly remembers me." He
spoke as stiffly as he held himself.
She gave him one quick glance. The
little color left in her cheeks fled.
"Mr. Derwent, 1 believe?" His stiff
ness appeared to be communicated to
her. "I think we met"
"Three years ago. There was a
river"
"Ah, yes. I have some recollection
of the river. You were painting, I
think?"
He bit his lip. Her elaborate indefl
niteness piqued him. Lady Fay sat.
watching both under the screen of a
charming detachment.
"1 was painting," Dcrwent assure. 1
her. "It was not my only occupation.
I was dreaming of more important
things."
"Really! It's so long ago." The in
difference was a trifle too obvious.
"Three years!" cried Lady Fay,
shuddering. "An eternity! Time is a
horrible monster I am always killing
him. and all the. while I have the
knowledge that he oust turn the ta
bles one day."
"Miss Egmont. has found that time
obliterates impressions." Derwent de
clared, with unnecessary pique.
"Time's one redeeming feature," Miss
Egmont said, with conviction.
"We are growing morbid," Lady Fay
declared. "It is hardly a compliment
to Frank's work. I told hira he wasn't
amusing, Sydney. He won't do nice
black and white caricatures like Max
he won't even do portraits, which Is
nearly the same thing. Don't you ever
do portraits, Frank?"
"I tried once it was never finished
it was not a success." He was look
ing at Miss Egmont, not at Lady Fay.
"The beauty of portrait painting is
that when the sitter is aggrieved all his
or her friends rise up and call the pic
ture lifelike." Lady Fay said, sagely.
She rose and wandered around the
studio a gay little figure like a stray
ing butterfly. "Why is this canvas
turned with its face to the wall? Js
it?" She looked, raising eyebrows,
at Derwent. "I believe it is and I
shall bo horribly shocked." She pick
ed it up.
"Don't touch it!" Derwent cried,
striding forward. He was to late to
prevent her seeing it. A half finished
study of a woman's face smiled out of
the canvas. The woman's face had the
features of Sydney Egmont.
"This is three years old, Frank?"
she said quietly.
"Yes." 5
"Why didn't you finish it?" 1 '
"The sitter went away."
"Why did the sitter go away, Syd
ney?" Miss Egmont, twisting a glove,
looking out of the window at the broad
sunlight and biting a tremulous lip,
gave a shrug of the shoulders that was
meant to convey indifference and was
merely pathetic.
Lady Fay smiled a little wry smile
at her friend's back. Men were un
observant animals, so Frank did not
count. Besides, people in love, what
did they ever see? Her left hand went
straying to her left side. Her friends
unanimously held that though charm
ing she was heartless. Yet undoubted
ly there was a pain there; a throb, a
catch, what you will, but certainly a
pain.
"And you let her go, Frank? Why?
It it really is not a bad attempt."
She looked at the canvas quizzically,
and under cover of her little hand
again pressed her side.
"She she did not care to finish it."
He found phrases hard of making.
'She allowed me to commence and
then went away." Evidently, it was
not the unfinished portrait that rank
led. He was watching the effect of
his words upon the impassive back.
There was a light, half hopeful, in his
eyes, that Lady Fay had never before
seen. "I should never have missed it
if I had not seen," she whispered to
herself. "I shall always miss it now.''
"What a silly reason! If she had not
cared she wouldn't have gone away.
Oh, don't tell me. I know. I have had
quite an extensive experience of such
matters. You hardly remember now
I'm sure I am very hazy about all
mine. Of course I've had so many
quarrels and when there is only one
it makes a difference But you don't
know you're just two children quar
relling about something you are neither
clear what, and sulking in two absurd,
uncomfortable corners. Frank, you
look diabolical when you frown." Der
went turned away angrily. "But I'm
glad I saw you like that; if it had
come afterwards it would have been a
shock. Like marrying a prince and
finding him turned into the beast. You
might smile at him, Sydney, encour
aginglyanything to alter his expres
sion." "But Fay" Miss Egmont was
unable to keep joy entirely absent
from her voice.
"My dear child, I'm a sportswoman
not a poacher. He's your bird. Of
course, I'm glad to be able to add
Frank to my list though brief, it
counts one. I believe you think well,
absurd things. I have discovered that
Frank can be serious. Just imagine a
butterfly being unequally yoked to a
tortoise! Quite absurd. And we were
agreeably and mutually accepting each
other to be rid of each other at least,
we found out how very little we need
see of each other. And now I've chat
tered away all the awkwardness,
haven't I? and Frank completes' the
dozen, and I'm off to sing comic songs
to hymn tunes for the horrification of
Lady Jane!"
Half an hour afterwards Frank Der
went, looking absurdly happy, said,
"Pshaw! Lady Fay! She has no feel
ing at all shallow, (juke shallow."
"I wonder!" mused Miss Egmont.
Black and White.
His Ambition.
A new vicar was being shown round
the parish by his warden.
"The natives are a hardy lot, sir,"
he said; 'but you haven't seen Peter
Sparks he's the quaintest character
in these; parts."
This individual turned out. to be
the sexton, and he was discovered
ringing the church bdl.
"Is not this bell ringing almost toe
much for you, my friend?" asked the
vicar, sympathetically noting the bent
figure of the old man. "You must be
a great age?"
"Yessir, ye.ssir," mumbled the oh
fellow, " Ow many years I've toilet
the bell 1 can't tell ye, but it's begin
ning to toll on ;ce. "Owsoever, I'v
tolled the bell fcr five vicars."
"Dear me!" ejaculated the clergy
man, uncoinfort ably.
"And," continued the sexton, "IT.
he happy when I've made up the 'all
dozen. I think I'll retire then."
im ON THE PARTY WIRE
LONELY FARMERS' WIVES BE
GUILE THE HOURS WITH
'PHONE CHATS.
How One Telephone was Gradually
Moved from Hen House to Barn
and Then to the kitchen Sewing
Circle on the Wire Weather Re
ports Useful.
"I never realized what a henpecked
race we American husbands were until
I began to canvass for telephones in
the rural districts," said an agent
for a "farmers' telephone" company
to the Aurora (111.) correspondent of
the New York Telegram. "It's the
farmer's wife every time who decides
whether an instrument shall go in or
not, and I have to make arguments
according-. If she says 'no,' that set
tles it. The farmer will have nothing
more to do with me unless she changes
her mind, which she frequently does
when her neighbor, Mrs. Jones, a half
mile down the road tells her what a
'solid comfort' her telephone has
been.
"To tell the truth, I depend greatly
on the neighbors who have put in
'phones to plead for me. They can
think of more advantages to be de
rived in fifteen minutes than I could
conjure in a fortnight. And sometimes
a farmer's wife will advise her hus
band to putjin a 'phone for no other
reason than. that she doesn't want her
dearest enemy to get ahead of her.
But for the most part we have to
meet the objection of extravagance
when we approach the lady of the
house, for these women have learned
to count their pennies carefully, and
they are horrified at the idea of put
ting as much money into 'a thing -to
talk through' as it would take to re
shingie the barn. Once the telephone
goes in, however, it is the wife who
sees that, the bills are paid promptly,
and would give up her precious egg
money rather than be without one
again.
"I know of only one case where a
farmer put in a telephone in spite of
his wife. He argued and argued, but
she was obdurate. Finally she said:
'He'll just have to put it in the hen
house, fcr when wo married we agreed
that he was to have charge of every
thing outdoors and' I of everything
Indoors. I ain't going to have a tele
phone always ringing in my house.
Henry says the telephone will help
him in his business, an'i if that is so
he can have it in the henhouse and
attend to it nimself.' So the bell
jangled merrily amid the crows .of
the roosters "and the cackle of the
hens fcr a month, when it was moved
into the barn. From there it soon
made a jump to the kitchen, where It
was almost at the good wife's elbow.
She said apologetically that its ring
was 'so sort o' cheerful that she hated
to have it wasted on the cows and
horses in the barn."
"The president of a sewing circle
found a new use for her 'phone one
stormy day. The weather was too
severe to hold the regular business
meeting, so she called the women up,
for they were all subscribers, and the
meeting was held over the 'phone,
each member holding a receiver to
her ear and concurring or dissenting,
as suited her.
"One of those pleasantly garrulous
women confided to me that her hus
band's taciturnity had always been a
thorn in her flesh. 'Those long, silent
evenings with him used to drive me
nearly wild,' she said, 'but now I call
up my daughter Maria, or the minis
ter's wife, or my nephew Tim, and
discuss all the news of the day. I
save up all my telephone talk until
after supper, so I can make the even
ing pass pleasantly.'
"The practical ways in which the
farmers' wives use the 'phone and
trolley are numberless. For instance,
last summer I called on a thrifty
housewife who was preparing to can
some cherries. She telphoned to her
daughter that she was having them
pickled, and if her daughter wanted
to do her canning- thai day she'd send
along a mess of cherries by the next
trolley. The daughter did, and put
her syrup on to boil at onco. For a
nickel the next trolley car brought the
cherries, and the daughter had her
canning all done before dinner,
"In one town the wife, as usual,
decided that a 'phono should go. in,
but in the riuire year it was not used
cnc Consequently, the man who
went out to renew the contracts
thought it hopeless to ask these peo
ple to renew. But his proposition to
take it out was met indignantly. 'Well,
I guess you don't take it out,' said
the farmer's wife. 'We wouldn't
know bow to do without it." The con
tract" was renewed, but the mystery
remained unsolved until a few weeks
later, when the stork paid a visit to
the farmer's house. Then the fre
quent wailing of an infant, heard by
other subscribers talking on the line,
explained thai tho people had got
their fun out. of the telephone, not by
talking themselves, but by hearing
others talk.
"Funny thing happened in a town
where there was a long s'ring of tele
phones. A woman at the lower end of
the town telephoned her neighbor that
I a mad dog was coining uptbe road to
ward the neighbor's house, and to d
clared he would kill the beast before
It could get further. But he was so
eager to hear the particulars that the
dog got past before he was ready for
it. Accordingly he telephoned to his
next neighbor, where the same thing
happened, until it had about every
one on that entire line yelling 'mad
dog' over the 'phone, and meanwhile
the animal vanished utterly.
"A minister's wife in a gossipy,
humdrum village rather suffered from
the rural telephone, I'm afraid. The
minister was new and this was his
first parish. His wife was a young,
gay, fun-loving person, who liked to
go to town as often as possible. Ac
cordingly, she was put down as friv
olous said 'leetle too lively' by the sis
ters in the church, who set out to
make life a little less joyous for her
in the way some women have. They
took turns calling up the house and
asking for her, find invariably she was
out. Sometimes they would call up as
late as one o'clock, and express dis
may when the minister explained
rather falteringly that she had de
cided to stop in town all night with
some old school friends. It ended in
the young couple going away, for they
couldn't stand this telephone com
ment, so to speak.
"Sometimes there are rather warm
fights over the 'phones when one sub
scriber uses it a little too long. I
know of one case where a woman In
sisted on giving the crochet pattern
of a tidy over the telephone, the wo
man at the . other end requiring her
son to hold the receiver to her ear
while she crocheted according to di
rections. The other subscribers were
getting so hot, that the operator at
the switchboard had to butt in and
call the tidy off. Those two women
were so mad that they threatened to
have their instruments taken out, and
suid it was for just such things as
that they had consented to a 'phono
in the first place. , Of course, number
less recipes fly over the wire' in the
country, but, far . from resenting it.
the other subscribers run to the in
struments when they get wind that a
recipe is. in process of dictation, and
they all calmly copy it. down.
"Some smart Alecks who drove out
from the city and tried, to bulldoze a
shrewd farmer's wife have the tele
phone to thank for tfcir failure.
They wanted to buy some eggs, and
they -assured her that eggs had
dropped several cents that day in the
city. The woman was puzzled to
know why, for at that.' particular sea
son of the year eggs WereLno drug oit
the market. Thes mart Alecks claim-,
ed they knew what.theywere talking
about; for hadn't they just-come from
the city? -The "woman just skipped
Into the house and telephoned to a
large produce store and came back
with the information that not only
had the eggs not fallen off, but they
had gone up two cents. So the
smarties had to pay a little extra
for their trickery.
"The custom of the telephone com
panies of calling up the subscribers
every morning and giving them the
correct time is much appreciated by
the farmers' wives, for country clocks
generally keep . ragtime,,.., The weath
er reports that are. given., to the sub
scribers every day are much appreci
a ted by the women, for often on these
reports depends whether they'll
make a trip into town or not , or
whether the church picnic will be
held or not.
Labor in Barbados.
The island of Barbados in the Brit
ish West Indies, familiarly known as
Little Britain, is one of the most
densely populated areas in the world
said by some to surpass even Belgium,
in this respect. The constructors o
the Panama canal are endeavoring!
now to get laborers from the British
West Indies and their efforts have
been concentrated largely upon Ja
maica and Barbados. These .raid:
upon labor in Barbados are now de
veloping a scarcity of labor evei
there and this is referred to in a ref
cent issue of the Barbados Globe ii
which it adverts to the fact that th
scarcity of men as cane cutters ha
led to the employment of , women fo
cutting cane This is regarded a
rather an exceptional condition, an
yet the editor says, the fact that wc
men should be asked to labor lik'i
men is not an innovation- of whici
Barbados should feel hi the leas
ashamed. ... He says, further, that ttv
cost at which sugar should be mantij
factured at the present day suggest!
the employment of women laborer j
as far as practicable and hopes thai
the advent of - the central factories
wiih labor-saving devices will econq
mize human labor to so great an e:.
tent as to lessen the demand fcr it.-
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Louisiana Planter.
Wronr; Training.
Dealer How dot's your wife lil
the sewing machine you bought
her?
Young Husband She hasn't learmf
how to operate it yet. She bad ;
Hea it worked something like at typi
writer. Chicago Tribune. I
Work has been started on the .$3.0.)'
COO plant of the American Smelihf
Company, at Point Sua Bruno, Cal.
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