The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, March 7, 1927, Page 4

iy ' * man, will broadcast over WCCO, the ry | —"Sicrrour - The Bismarck Tribune’ “Be rene Cau) Detroit, will fea An Independent Newspaper -“# THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER ig (Established 1873) Pub lished by the Bismarck Tribune Company, : Bismarck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at Bismarck as second class mail matter. George D. Mann..........President and Publisher. refreshing if, Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Daily by carrier, per year ......++- Daily by mail, per year, (in Bismarcl ) Daily by mail, per year, + (in state outside Bismarck)........ Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota.... Member Audit Bureau of Circulation Member of The Associated Press The Associated Press is exclusively entitled tc | burn the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this pa- yar, and also the local news of spontaneous origin Published herein. All rights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved. nes Hebel hellarsidtsantetatasaateS Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO DETROIT Tower Bldg. Kresge Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS & SMITH NEW YORK - - - Fifth Ave. {Official City, State and County Newspaper) Going in For Culture A group of highly distinguished men and women has been organized, press dispatches say, to extend $720 | the tee 1.20 | Bldg. | to all corners of our country the beneficent light of | culture and education. A-system much like the existing Chautauqua will bring the best in art, drama, music and literature fore every part of the United States. Communitic where these arts do not now flourish will be given full-opportunity to drink deep at the fount of learn- ing. This must be our democracy “the ever-gro ization.” It is a splendid idea, surely. Yet, for some son or other, it gives us an uneasy feeling. Culture a splendid thing; but when you begin spelling it with a pital C, and administering it done, it is announced, in order that y meet the problems arising from 2 complexities of modern civil- re for our grandfathe to total strangers much a8 a mother administers | ting some- sing. castor oil to an erring child, you are thing that may not be an unmixed bl Already there seems to be an idea abri land that one familiarizes himself with fine paint- ings, good literature, philosophy and the like for the sake of some material benefit that his will bring him. And we have a terrible feeling that this new movement, which seems to bear ” faint but unmistakable scent of Uplift, will accent- uate it. Are we to be told: ton in order that you may help a better Americ Will we see boards of industry getting behind thi- “Read Shakespeare and Mil- ad in the tudies | new movement “because it'll be a good thing for | the city Will the farm hand and the mechanic be given to understand that monetary and profes- sional advancement lie along the drama and deeper music “Let us hope not. Familiarity with the finer, things in the realm of thought and aesthetics is primarily a personal thing. It is not something that comes of mass movemen A thirst for beauty dnd truth leads a man inevitably toward those great sources where beauty and.truth may be found; and the pursuit is better staged alone, in a quiet den at night, than ina gaslit tent filled with slight ly bewildered folk who are so anxious to “improve themselve: OF course, it is well to see to it that good litera- ture and good music are available for the people thet truly want them. But, once and for all, let it be stated that no bricklayer ever graduated inty an independent contractor because he was familiar with Beethoven's “Eroica”; and no salesman ever became district manager because he had read Shelley. The World Moves—Forward When a man reaches the age of eighty or there- + abouts, the world umes that long life has taught him many lessons. Reporters flock to him when he has a birthday and sit at his feet while he emits oracular dicta on the meaning of life and the secret of succes: This is done, that s, when the man has position and money. If he is broken down by poverty, cling- ing like grim death to some nightwatchman’s job or other, we feel that he is presumptuous for hang- ing on so long. If the reporters visit him at all it is only to ask him how he managed to get so old. But octogenarians of the fir to hand forth nuggets of wisdom. the burden of their song is this: the world is grow- line of better y|snap or |formerly; young folk have it easier |did; women do not pay as much att household duties as of yore; youth \to be obedient; to pot generally. | We are used to this, and most of the time we let But wouldn’t it \the graybeards get away with it. ome day, someone jin meeting amd say to the old croaker: things you say are true—but what of it?” | There is altogether too much of this land to + 5.00 that the present era is badly askew. We take it for granted that we are somehow less virtuous than our forefathers becausi tricity where they used whale-oil lam thems: n more in an hour than that the ing men a day; be because we see mov » troupers play travel by Pullman where they ety stage coach; because we live we security where they lived in fear of Indians and wolves. But ere we? Have we lost anyth Our guess is that we have lost If life is r now than it used to b a cause for rejoicing. her houschcld, bear children and still woman or mix in civic and secial ac If our young people can ride xpense) to college, we ought | power to her! vers and go (at Dad's to congratulate oursel work and get mere money than the shouldn't everyone be glad of it? Why lament that it takes 20 how weeks to go from Chicago to New jer | of existence made less stern by the movie, the tele- phone, the washing machine and the at Let us ins guing to the demnition bow-wows. not only that we are glad life is ¢ to it that it is even easier for our Let us rejoice in progress and turn the wails of old-fogyism. ‘The world does move. ward—not backward. Editorial Influence (Rochester Democrat Chronicle) How often the complaint is heard, new: editu: that we have no really great editorial that editorial influence has waned. ‘The editor of former days, the picturesque figure | who in equally picturesque and spirited phrase and thrilled his readers; attack- ed his opponents without literary gloves or com- | punctions; lauded to the skies his friends and the causes he favored, has passed with the reading pub- amused, astonished side of any important public question, the facts on the other side. It is the paramount duty of the teday that regognizes its full duty in its news columns the facts on whi on its editcrial page, as complete minded as possible. on both sides of important issues. I a preference, but it gives the reader appeal to his judgment. aims to play completely role on behind them. Since the judgment in whom the newspaper is the readiest most carefully bi: public service. = guards its editorial Radio’s Rialto (By The Associated Press) | program Howard Melaney, the singing fire-| Milwaukee, Twin Cities station, Monday at mid- night. He will be ussisted by Leon- ard Leigh, organist, of St. Paul. An orchestra, will feature the din-| mer concert over WCCO at 6 ‘There will be a farm talk at 7: orchestra at 7:30. The Universty of| and success. In those days, whe! venly Rest there are to be ex-) Slinnesota, will broadcast un hour’s| ever a man misplaced his razor for| tracts from | Mother Goose, Aesop's | program from 8 to 9 p.m. At %/a couple of days he would be elect- Fables and Alice in Wonderland. The | Woke will be another orchestra pro-|ed an elder in the church... Dur-| Pastor, Rev. Henry Darlington, | tran ‘with Walter Malloy, tenor.| ing the Civil War whiskers went to, S8¥5 religion for children must reach | » Fe Quality Collegians” and a sing:| auch ‘lengths that a man with «| down to the level of the child mind.) ing accordionist will be on the air| smooth face would be rejected from WCCO at 10 p. m. and at 11 p.| military m,-there will be a dance progra: with George Barton, Jr., saxophonis afid’an accompanist ‘ much to bob | tapestries. . Superior,. by remote control at 6:15. ‘At 7:05 there will be a United States department of agriculture farm fea- ture and at 7:20, a talk on “caring forthe baby chick.” A musical pro- gram is ‘scheduled for 7:30 and the skyrocket frolic for 10 p. m. WAL, Northfield, will present the WCAL orchestra dt 7 p. m. and Sin- jeal Sam at 7:30. At 7:40, WCAL will present a program by the stu- dent male chorus and the saxophone quartet, while at 8:50 there will be a musical program. WRHM, (255) Minneapolis, has a dinner concert at 7 p.m. and a dance program at 10. WDGY (263) Miansanalls, will fea- ture “Pep Hour entefainers” from 7 to 8 p. m. — WTAM (390) Cleveland, dio ram at 7 Gel ears ck 3 waste it on. . . who vests a failure. Lenten carnival. A congr to find out prosperous. has a stu- and WHB musicale and rogram. I 2.58. perfil” feature Lick Bi (Copyright, concert. BARBS | ee About Hirsute Tapestries America needs more whiskers, says bea f P.) a New York pastor, declaring beard m. and a New York program by an! once were symbols the rising costs of fire insurance did the vogue ‘4 3 " | to watch a man with ‘ WMAD will rebroadcast a dinner | liage try to acquire the cgntents of + concert by an orchestra from WEBC,,/a beaker of beer. either the beer or the whiskers to aganda looks suspiciously like sone) “Sell More Soup” advertising. used to buy whiskers now buy it only for their The last revolution in Portugal was It had’ to be called off so the people could enjoy the Effect of noises on the netves a girl typist was tested Next they ought to test gum-cracking on the boss. Sulphur and molasses 1927, NEA New York—Tracy vr of fortune ‘and ganizing southern Mi ent civilization. of righteousne: ren’s chapel of th SOR) acc a Cigarets and| , New York—It | Martin Davie: of facial It used to be fun heavy chin fo- his education. he eqntents 0 Now he hasn't paid to the boy on the naval academy. aonther institution | only the |Davies is a senior This whisker prop- Men soup for their exchange. | Byng of Vimy, who Pre-' John Byng | Byng, a tyro, w of| By scientists, the effect of ro hours, with b den, 24, | ty that | forts to relieve her ft Service, Inc.) . straighten her fac ing worse, somchow; men do not work so hard as! and, on the whole, things are going ment the “good old days” and ty admit | in our stoves where they burned wood | es had split; because our labor- | use we ride in autus where they rode on | ; where they went Uncle Tom’s Cabin”; because If a modern woman can run ¢ that the poorest hamlet can have the rigors | | st, once again, that the worfd is not s, but that we are going to ser And it always moves for- Editorial Comment apers are discussed, that the days of the great | two olde eeley, Dana and others—have passed: | Wilia: to look with suspicion on too great emphasis on one | and the public to present fully, accurately and fairly may base their judgments of current events and issues; but it is even more the duty of the news- paper that completely realizes its responsibility to make its interpretation and judgments on the facts, The successful editorial page of the modern news- paper, therefore, interprets and analyzes the facts to make ancther choice if the facts on the other side Thus on its editorial page the modern newspaper civilization based on democracy and enlightenment— that of a medium for the dissemination of the facts of mcdern life. ind an interpretation of what lies fairs lies with the majority of average citizens, to stant source of information, the newspaper which ed judgment best fulfills its duty of dis ’ FLASHES OF LIFE. (By The Assoviated Press) ° an. expedition saw hieroglypics ers and other marks of an unci-| New York—On the walls of a chil-| s Costing Frederick 00 to prefer Har- yard to Annapolis as the place for | is probated during the big war when the son was eight years olg, provided the principal of the fund should be income while a student.! father was a member of the stock | Cape Town—There an experienced climber. fell down a gorge. Byng slipped the | rope over a rock and held it in i One of Byng’s hi essman calls for @ survey crushed when aid cam if the country really is | He ought to talk to} that New York beggar plained that it takes him more than 10 minutes these days to collect a JAW-BREAKER JOKING | than grandpa ention to thei: | is less inclined) ete would get up} “Most of | a tendency in} —< | e we use el because w PS} n theirs did in| journeyed by | in safety and | ing, after all? | precious little, be—why, tha’ be a busi y did in 1850, instead of two York? Why | ute? Let us declar jer for us than | grandchildren. a deaf ear to EN as planes IN NEW YORK | | New York, March 7.--It takes all | kinds of children to make up the | juvenile population of a city the ew York. r the case of young Gra h, aged three, “bad man’ 2d street mother works as a house n the home of a well-to-do iy. Her own home is modest, aon |und while she is away she leaves her when modern | three-year-old son in the care of his brothers, Donald, 11, and it three is ordinarily 1 pages today; | the custom |to snuggle back in bed—they all sleep together—and have a good | long nap. aham isn’t supposed to get up until the rest do; for, as |Don says, “he is as tough as they {make ‘em.” | But the other morning a yearning for adventure seized the three-year- old. So he wriggled quietly out of bed and planned an outing. lic whose taste he met. First he went to the kitchen, where ‘The reader of today feeds upon facts and likes toe, made 4 most unholy messin 1 . m nee liant but futile effort to make make his own judgments. He is, therefore, inclined] griddle cakes and coffee. Then he sought to clothe himself for the day. Dressing was something of a task and he couldn't quite manage it. He | got his underwear and shoes on, alt right, but found he couldn't quite and to ask for newspaper of : negotiate the buttons on his blue to its readers'pants and sweater, usually — man: aged by gne of his brothers, But, he was determined on adventure; so, unlocking the door, he sallied forth into the street, garbed ia his, under- wear and carrying the rest of his clothes over his arm His brothers slept on, peacefully. After making an effort to unpile a big mound of snow that the street cleaning department had carefully niled at the curb, Graham headed for Second avenue and the big doings. He was progressing famously when he met a big policeman, who decided something must be wrong. Off to the station house went Gra- ham in the arms of the con—whom, incidentally, he biffed lustily in the eye for his pains. ich its readers and as broad- t may indicate sufficient basis Graham remained * at the stage of a| for several hours, until his f brothers, scouring the neighborhood for him, looked in. They found him decked out in a policeman's t, brandishing a billy and ing a F {high old time. The officers, it should important af-!he added, had completed the job of dressing him. Rack home went Graham. His brief hour of liberty was ended. Like a great many other people, he and most con- page against | ‘ ——-—--—¢ Nou WILL NoT AH w AM-M- Ka Richardson, sol-| explorer, is 0 into une: 0 where he on cliff banks | | e church of the! father’s will, graduation from ' If he’ went to| he would receive at Harvard. His | is a+ Baron! introduced tanks | at Cambrai, but the hero just now is | of Table Mountain. | ked by d rope to! The veteran lace ang- nds was). | companion Agnes Gol- | vain and she finally wa: ‘ hospital where docto: ethos onset { ne HAVE NANT TEARS SEO NPANONSAE BE brothers | “! OUR BOARDING HOUSE EGAD BUSTER MLAD, T AM GOING To AGK A SLIGHT FAVOR LZ OF No}, ~~ SOMETHING IT KNow BE 90 KIND Ag~To LEND ME 4300. G01 CAN MAKE A-RiP To NEW YorK WITH MY FOOD PILL IDEA Q~ By mysterious w d devious way: + city from country, made the child's d illness | and delirious pr: ‘lead” for their eve of the tri opening, the Myrtle Street house siege by the indefatigable re-| 0 porters and photographers. All day | p Sunday the phone and doorbell rang, and all day Aunt Hattie and|y waspishly | s refused interviews. Junior ducked | a out the back door after breakfast p nd sprinted for the alley, where | ai ‘ay Allen awaited him in her road-| Faith told her aunt. Reckon he might as well be mar- ried,” Aunt Hattie sniffed, as she rubbed bacon grease into sweet pota- toes for baking. “Never seen a youngun have it as bad as he’s got it| t in all my born days. a minute. But it beats me how he's going to support Be here on your hands, I reckon” Fav’s a very nice girl, Aunt Hat- Faith protested. “And I think] t she's very courageous to line up with the Lane family under the cir- cumstances. I hope Junior does marry her and bring her here. 1) need help until the trial is over—" | t “Act like I ain't good enough,” | ti »{Aunt Hattie snorti known only to ne ;|there were tears in her eyes. the full story of J rious When Faith arrived at the jail atj gaining with God for the life of her| three o’ciock that afternoon, she leloved sister, Cherry, about to be, found Chi y in conference with her put on trial for the murder of her/| lawyer, Stephen Churchill. fiance, Ralph Cluny, was given to! “How is Joy, Faith?” Cherry rush- the public the day before the trial|ed into her sister’s arms, her golden opened. Feature writers, gathered | eyes wide with fear. “Those awful] all parts of the! storie: told Faith about the crippled beggar ill grinned meant for good-natured tolerance. I haven't had time to work on my theory,” ‘Ain't happy. if| let them send Cherry to prison whe: PH aoe: dea cab ooulbtlechuseytan| hela sinnoneattstrk os A the two of them.| little girl could get herself out of a worse scrape than this just by being hersclf—the prettiest little defendant jury.” Lane set out for the courthouse, on air et AAI MERRIE d, but Faith saw in the papers—" very sick, honey,” Faith an- “But she's not going to die.! How—how do| ered, al stories on! Don’t worry, darl ou feel your id Churehill laid a hand heavily n Cherry's shoulder. “She's _ the luckiest little devil I ever saw,” he “In a way, I'm glad. this tory broke about Joy, for it will be big help in clinching public sym- athy. And it’s made Cherry as pale s a ghost, which is what we wanted. “Still got that bug in your head Chureh- at Faith with what he “My little sister has been so sick Eaith answered .evasively. ‘Oh, Mr. Churchill, you're not going 0 fail, are you?’ You're not going to “Sure, I'm not,” he boomed. “This hat ever wrung the hearts of a TOMORROW: Faith, Bob and Jim he morning of the opening of the rial. had been lured away from home by the glitter and dazzle of New York.|| And, like some of the others, he had wound up in a police station and had been taken home in disgrace i GILBERT SWAN. | (Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc.) —_—__—_——_—_—_* | Justajingle } OO Kind mother bought poor dad a hi And near brought him to tears. hDhe bargain that she claimed fell) Paul Lawrence Dunbar: “Com: flat. | pensation.” i It reached down o'er | — i About 16,000,000 pounds of pepper jin the Unite Jended Sept. 2 are stored in London, REFUGE, WOULD You * Because I had loved so deeply, “THAT. AGAIN f REPEAT iT! te ITS WHAT I Dot HEN You'Re -NUTTY f- ae AN IF VT AIN'T, WELL, we TILL GELL Old Masters Because I had loved so long, God in His great compassion ave me the gift of song. Because 1 have loved so vainly, And sung with such faltering breath, The Master, in infinite mercy, Offers the boon of death. Average gross crude oil production States for the week was 2,170,000 barrels, \ FOWL oe HEARD, nt, 1925, by Margaret Turmbull. WNU Service THE STORY There was nothing especially romantic to. contemplate — about Claude Meinotte Dab cer, unless it were thirds of his na w refixed the cognomen e drama, Ly family name, it may ha augury or at least an influence; for s M. ba, while sticking to the of life and wringing suc- cess his career as a tradesman, nevertheless had romantic yearn ings—desire to see existence through “the mists of alabaster lamps. And his dream came true. Yes, came true to the extent that C. articipated in a romance in real ife that had chivalry, adventure, mystery, beautiful women and al! sorts of interesting and delightful people and experiences mixed up in it in about as eee srovert ions as anyone could wish. Right in a lit- tle town in Pennsylvania, with typical and lovable characters, the local butter and egg man became the chief actor in a drama of life in which his humdrum gffairs were | tinged by that aura of enchantment existing In “perfumed light steal-/ ing ugh the mists of alabaster jamp Margeret Turnbull, author of this a engaging story, was born in Scot- land, educated In New Jersey and lives at Rockwood, New Hope, in Bucks county, Pennsylvania. e has written several successful novels. Her joking After Sandy” orite. Her play, 1g pro- ducers. story, ‘Alabaster Lamps,” was written ‘at Rockwood, on a hill above the Delaware river, ens mosphi and fine romanc strain of pure CHAPTER 1 HE grocery store of C: M. Dabbs, at the crossroads, Peace Valley,-was astir, This was “late- closing” night. Parked before the door were vehicles of all sizes, sorts and descriptions, from motors to old-feshioned farm wagons and bug- gies, the patient horses waiting, with drooping heads, while their masters finished their interminable marketing and equally interminable conversations. Marketing took a long time in Peace Valley. In the first place, on late-closing night it was the cus- tom to “go down aleng the cross- roads and do your ‘storing, at Dabbs’.” In the second place, hurry was a vulgar habit that had got yet reached Peace Valley. Onc was “in the way of know- ing what was adoing” in the vil- lage and the surrounding country- side by going to the crossroads store. The news-gathering ‘and distributing took time, for ro sub- ject was rashly broached or rap- idly discussed. One had only to listen attentively to the apparently monotonous discussions in coun- try stores to discover that, though illiterate and totally ignorant of grammar, these solons had read deeply in the Book of Human’ Na- ture, Two men alighted from a car.just outside the grocery. One of the men, the proprietor of the shop, said: “Leave the bags, |. The boy’ll bring them In.” He was a dark-haired, rather thick-set man. He was not tall. His fine face was reddened like that , of a sailor or fireman; round, full and clean shaven. The hair at his temples was graying a little. He was dressed neatly. His clothes of ‘material and expensive enough, but quite obviously worn by a man who thought little of them. It Was his @yes that made you look twice at him. C. M. Dabbs* eyes were as blue as an Italian sky. and as cold as ice, or as soft and deep as the same sky. It all de- pended on how Dabbs looked at you. % * = They were at their-jsoftest and ‘deepest now, as Re lpoked at his companion, He was @ much young- er man,.not more than twenty- seven, with smooth brown hatr. His cloittes were all. that clothes should be, and worn by one who thought about them before he put them on, and then forgot about them. He was not. the type usually found in a country village and he looked about him with an interest that proved him a stranger. “Peace Valley!” he said softly. “Tt looks like it!” He glanced again at the crossroads, one of which led steeply uphill, while the other wound about the valley until It dis- uppeared behind a tall. wood. The grocery store was a great old stone house, the front part of which had been transformed from a dwelling. Next door, a long, low building combined the business of black- amithing, wheelwrighting and mo- tor fepalring. The old and the new were mip; peacefully together. ‘The post office, the:brightly lighted barber shop and the cobbler’s little hovel weré all grouped about the croasroads. “] didn’t exaggerate, did 1?” asked Dabbs. ‘The young man shook his head. “Peace Valley,” he repeated. “I didn’t believe there was such a place!” He glanced at the sign DRT Room 6, Lucas Block, | the Wholesale and Retail Gro- far removed from theater moving pictures or other ‘companiments Breity lifes hi te peaceful the store only, as you'll notice. M.MACLACHLAN Foremost Dietetic Authority ‘over the older man with “C, M. Dabbs, General Store,” 1 read aloQdc-.,‘ told the truth about that,'t it why C. M.? Come, what is it that distinguishes you from the rank and file of Dabbses? Is it ‘Charles’ or ‘Cyrus’ ‘oe a ‘The older man blustied. “C. M.. I generally sign myself,” he admit- ter, “but If you really want to know what it stands for—why, Claude Melnotte Dabbs’ 's my name.” ‘The young man laughed softly, repeating, “Claude Melnotte.” Mr. Dabbs smiled. “Do you blame me for sticking to C. M., or Mis- ter?” “[ do not,” his companion de- clared emphatically, “Tell me—" “A traveling company, pretty good one, too, | believe,” Mr, Dabbs, began hurriedly, “with somebody celebrated as ‘Pauline,’ came to the county seat and-played ‘The Lady of Lyons.’ mother—" “a “I didn’t mean that,” the young man assured him hastily, as though fearing obstetrical details. “I meant to ask is there a ‘Lady of Iyons’ In Peace Valley and is yours called ‘Pauline.’ too?” Mr. Dabbs hesitated, shook his head thoughtfully, and sald slowly: ‘I live alone, with Aunt Lyddy to keep house for me. “Course, I've always thought it was a blamed silly play. All about a poor boy marrying a lady under false pretenses. Good many years since I read it, though, but as I re- member, he made good. I've often wondered if in real life—” But his companton cared nothing about discussing Lytton's old play. “T say, Claude Melnotte,” he inter- rapt is your Peace Valley home lit by ‘alabaster lamps’?” Claude BMeinotte Dabbs hesitated. He was home again, after a week cers’ convention in New York. Be hind. that calm exterior he was greatly excited. Something in the young man’s question faintly stirred hits memory. Surely there had been mention of “alabaster lamps” in that old play. Vaguely feeling that there was another answer, particular pains to be e: “We've got an electric he took Inthe house we burn coal oll. ‘They're. Rochester lamps.” He threw the door wide open and beckoned to his companion to en- ter, saying: “Welcome home, Ned. Welcome to Peace Valley and our store.” With their entrance conversation stopped and all eyes turned toward Mr. Dabbs.and his companton. Ned saw what seemed an fm- mense cavern, lit by crudely 1n- stalled electric lights which shed a garish glow over the huge stock of canned goods, flower pots. cot- ton cloth, hams, bacon, tea, coffee and other sthples which constitute a genersi store. , “Hello, Sim,” Mr. Dabbs began. greeting the big-headed, pale-faced map behind the counter who was | ladiing out sugar for a bewhiskered farmer. - i But before he could introduce Ned, a clear, girlish voice inter- rupted: “I beg pardon, but could—will anyone tell me the road to Clover Hollow?” >. The occupants of the store trans- ferred their attention to the girl who, unnoticed, had entered just “rial eg Mr. Dabbs and his compan- ion. She was a slender, vivid, dark girl. One might suspect. and find, red lights in the brown hafr; almost hidden by her close-fitting: hat, and a fire in the blue eyes that looked out from under long, dark lashes.-% Everything about her spoke of money and care expended upon every article of her clothing. She had that curious air of responsibil- ity and knowledge that is. so oddly part of youth that the war has left us. beg pardon,” Ned began, but oy the girl looked past him and at the capable Dabbs, who had turned to- ward her and was pointing through the dark doorway as he spoke: “Go straight along up that road until you pass Brook farm, which you'll know by the little covered bridge: over the brook. Cross the ‘bridge, turn to the right and keep on, up‘the hill and away from, Peace Vajley ‘and you'll be on the only ‘ | to Clover Hollow.” of girl thanked him briefly, thodgh cordially, and went swiftly out. Ordinarily the crowd would have discussed her, her destination and her likelihood of being a “stayer” or just a visitor at Clover * Hollow. But now there was an- other stranger present, and: they turn@! their ‘attention to, Ned. ¥) Mr. Dabbs introduced hifi driefly : “My nephew, Ned Carter, come to ay awhile.’ ‘Then, as the store began to wake {up.and get ready for speech, he vurned to Ned with a curt, “Come in and meet Aunt Lyddy.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) {A THOUGHT 1 But\ the very. numl hairs of your head bered.—Matthew” x:30 Man blindly works the will of fate. —Wieland, 4 a : —_—____—_- MODISTE “SIGN” FROCKS London.—Fashionable modistes now are signing their frocks. just ‘as -ar- tists sign their pictures. A favorite method is to autograph the dress near the hem with embroidered dia- mente. One prominent beauty ap- peared at a theater first night wear- ing a gown autographed by a large brooch of brilliants. A ‘simple method of preserving paid fa bei wihene nay eee in lavor i thro: ex- periments at Ohio tate University. ‘Biamarek, N. Ds > a