The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, June 2, 1933, Page 4

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, ‘ The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper & THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) Published by The Bismarck Trib- une Company, Bismarck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at Bismarck @s second class mail matter. GEORGE D. MANN President and Publisher Bubecription Rates Payable in Advance Daily by carrier, per year .. $7.20 Daily by mail per year (i yy Pe outside Bismarck) . Daily by mail outside ta » De " Weekly by mail in state, three OATS oo ccessececeseseereeceees 2. ‘Weekly by mail outside of North Dakota, per year woe 150 ‘Weekly by mail in Canada, pe: year 2.00 Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation Member of The Associated Press The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this newspaper and also the local news of spontaneous origin published herein. All rights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved. Bad in Any Case If, as sponsors of the sales tax re- ferendum contend, national guards- men were placed at the offices of the secretary of state Thursday to prevent filing of the referendum petitions, the act was one contrary to the law and the popular will which cannot be censured too severely. If, on the other hand, the “im- pounding” of the secretary of state in his office was the result of an over- enthusiastic effort to protect him from possible harm, it might be well to recall the old adage about looking before leaping. Whatever the purpose, the petitions will be filed just as though they were delivered in person and the people will have an opportunity to vote on the sales-tax issue. Whether the tax should be ap- proved or rejected may be a matter find the going tough, until we man. aged to get organized. Against a strong opponent this might be dif- ficult. But in the past we have always been fortunate and we may be s0 again if trouble comes by reason of our superiority in the air. No other nation could bring so many airplanes and so many skilled pilots into action on short notice as the United States. France and Eng- land have larger numbers of war planes and more military aviators, but neither has the great reservoir of civilian pilots and planes which the United States boasts. Every commercial pilot, every pleasure flier, is a potential military pilot or instructor. Every airplane factory is a possible source of war material. This fact is called to mind by the award to Glenn Martin of the Col- lier trophy in aviation for his work as the “world's most important man- ufacturer of large military air- planes.” The achievement which won this distinction for one of America’s vet- erans of the air is the design and construction of a new bombing ship which has lifted this country from somewhere near the bottom to the top in aviation material. Details of the plane are a military secret but the new ship is said to fly as fast and to be as manoeuverable as a light attack plane. If, as some claim, the next war will be fought in the air, America may yet be safe from any possible attack, Circus Stuff J. P. Morgan, long an aloof and mysterious figure, is coming much nearer to the public as a result of the senate investigation. If he didn’t know it before, the money master is learning that there are many dif- ferent kinds of people in the world and that some of them have no par- ticular respect for money. Take circus publicity agents for example. Morgan may be “hot stuff” to many but to the man who dropped a dwarf for sharp divergence of opinion but there can be little argument on the action of the military in holding the secretary of state and the state trea- surer prisoners for a matter of three hours. That was wrong in principle. At worst it was a deliberate effort to thwart the law and interfere with the desires of those people who signed the referendum petitions. At its best it was a demonstration of official exuberance which will hold the entire state up to ridicule and Jeave a bad taste in the mouths of many. Come On, Fellers Do you remember the old swimmin’ bole? The younger generation, perhaps, thinks of swimming in terms of con- crete pools with life guards always on hand, but those of more mature years have memories of a clear creek with a high bank or an old stump as the scene of their youthful aquatic endeavors. However, if one takes the trouble to revisit the scenes of his youth he quickly comes to the conclusion that memory has glossed over a good many of things which now would cause dis- comfort. If he checks up on reminis- cence he finds that the old swim- ming hole isn’t what it is cracked up to be. It is much better to have a mod- ern swimming pool, such as Bismarck will reopen on Sunday. One hears occasional protests about sanitation, but the truth is the public swimming pool is likely to be a far more sanitary Place than the old swimming hole ever was. And above all it is safer. The thou- sands of swimming holes throughout the country have taken a tremendous toll of life in the past and still con- tinue to do so. Youth is daring and, without supervision or protection, it frequently gets itself into situations which prove fatal. It is an excellent thing to learn to swim. Frequently, possession of this ability means the difference between life and death. But there need be no hazard in learning this accom- Plishment. By regular attendance at the municipal swimming pool any boy or girl can learn to swim at nominal cost and in complete safety. Power in the Air A current subject for discussion in many circles is the comparative un- Teadiness of the United States for War as compared with some other nations, notably Japan and France. Critics point to a navy far below the strength permitted by present treaties and to an army which, et best, could serve only as a skeleton ir the force needed to defend this| nation against a major invader. These views, as far as they go, un- doubtedly are correct. For one rea- son or another, America has never followed the adage “In time of peace prepare for war.” As a result, every war we have ever fought has found us woefully handicapped bot in trained men and munitions. If war were to be declared tomorrow it is doubtful if we could put a sizable ar- tillery force in the field inside of six months or a year. The greatest industrial nation in the world is geared for peace, not for war, and it would require time to make a change. If our navy were inadequate at the outbreak of ® war, it would take us ® year or more to build it up to strength. On land and sea, then, we might in his lap while the photographers took pictures he merely spelled op- portunity. To the rest of us the incident comes as a welcome relief from the mono- tony of millions. The senate investi- gators have been talking in such big figures that most of us were getting dizzy, but the incident of Morgan and the dwarfed lady is easy for anyone to understand. It gives the entire nation what theater folk call a “belly laugh” and lightens somewhat the grim seriousness of the investigation. It injects a bit of humor into a situation where some was sorely needed. A few years ago any young blood without a gaudy motor car was out of the social swim. Now he is ac- ceptable if he has a bicycle, a pair of roller skates or-even a pair of stilts. All of these old exercises are com- ing back into popularity, according to & recent magazine article, and in some Sections the modern touch has been added by the opening of “drive-your- self” bicycle renting agencies. Some say the automobile is passe as @ matter of necessity. Others assert the new tendencies are merely further Proof that human actions are as un- Predictable as ever. When Uncle Sam drives an individ- ual out of business by selling below cost of production, who pays the taxes of the “evicted” business man? Ask us an easy one. The consumer is the “last man.” He pays it. A lot of folks say things are get- ting wetter in North Dakota. Doubt- less the man who is soliciting sub- seriptions for that political news- Paper can give testimony on the sub- Elementary Economics WHEN TIMES ARE NORMAL ame TAKES GO UR cloistered halls were the widows of/then that means he isn’t very good. ex-presidents, escorted there to view their husband’s portraits. Gambling games are frowned upon, although members generally find something on which to place bets—such as the number of Negroes who will pass &|—Dr. Charles William Kerr, mod- erator of the Presbyterian general window during a given time, or the number of kittens that will be born to the basement cat. Contrary to conjecture, mere mem- bership is not expensive. fees are $300; annual dues $200. Cigars and-refreshments are sold at wholesale prices, and there is no tip- ever, divide a subscribed Christmas fund which usually runs between $12,- 000 and $15,000. Dinners in the club's private dining rooms are likely to be expensive. Union Club terrapin, famed for more than half a century among epicures, costs $3.50 a portion. eee UNHAPPY MEMORIES Not always has the Union Club pursued its placid way. Dissention has disturbed its studied calm. Tradi- tion has it that the Brook Club was founded by two Union members who were expelled for putting a poached egg on the bald dome of a napping brother. In 1882 Count Joseph Loubat call- ed Joseph H. Choate a liar during a heated argument. Expelled forthwith, Count Loubat went to court with an array of bitterly eloquent legal talent’ that won him reinstatement. It was a humiliating precedent that has made expulsion a difficult process ever since. Across. the street at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, a throng of Irish one day were attending a service for a hero martyred in the Free State fight. Emerging from the church they saw the British flag, honoring a famed English visitor, flying from the Union Club. They saw it, and charged. Bricks and stones shattered every downstairs window of the club. The mob forced its way into the lower lounges, there engaged in combat with members. The flag wasn’t pull- ed down, either. But ever since then waggish clubmen have been fond of self-addressed envelope is enclosed. in ink. No reply can be made to qui Address Dr. William Brady, MENTAL POWER AND NERVE ENERGY A nervous correspondent protests the teaching that nervous , energy, nerve or mental power, nerve force isn’t, and that consequently there can be no strain of mind or nerves, no mental or nerve exhaustion, or nervous breakdown. The correspond- ent says I contradict myself when I assert that “to the best of our knowl- edge the functioning of the brain, mind or nerves involves so little ex- penditure of energy, 60 little metabol- ism, as to be practically negligible in that respect.” That, says the nerv- ous one, is tantamount to admitting that there is a little nervous energy. The correspondent hastens to assure me that he“or she (“nervous” indi- viduals are fond of the equivocal form of signature, such as R. Roe, rater than Richard or Rosie Roe) is not as highly educated as I am, hence cannot speak with author- ity... This is not a question of authority, that is, opinion. It is a question of fact. Any textbook of physiology will thority as any other human being as. Panes is no contradiction in the facts I have given, as the correspond- ent quotes them. Where there is life, some energy is being expended, some combustion is going on. No function occurs without the expenditure of energy. Not “nerve energy” or “brain power.” Just energy—identical with the energy you expend in lifting @ finger or swinging a leg or eating your dinner or running a race or yelling at the umpire or playing the tuba or writing home for money. Every beat of the heart, every breath you draw, is at the expense of energy. The digestion of a soft boiled egg is effected by the expenditure of some energy. The working out of a problem or the concocting of a plot or the addition of a column of fig- ures involves the expenditure of the same energy, and numerous scien- tific measurements have shown that so-called brain work," prolonged con- Ject. Where are all those folks who were lamenting a week or so ago that it never was going to get warm in North Dakota? We're not getting “back to norm- alcy”—We're moving forward to san- ity. Editorial Comment Editorials printed below show the trend of thought by other editors, They are published without regard to whether they agree or disagree with The Tribune's policies, No Tariff on Music (Duluth Herald) The National Federation of Music Clubs did the gracious as well as the sensible thing at its Minneapolis con- vention last Saturday by definitely Tejecting @ resolution urging an em- bargo on foreign musicians. Certain- ly this country has reaped enough antagonism and ill will by prohibitive tariffs in the field of trade without extending so devastating a policy to music, even though some composers and musicians do feel that they need protection from Europeans. The United States has many fine singers and players who are admitted eign performers who reap rich re- wards over here, but it is hardly wise to try to force the American public ewski and Kreisler are in this country. world. to be the artistic equals of some for- to show them the appreciation they deserve by excluding outsiders. Not only would it be resented but it is in- consistent with the spirit of so uni- versai an art. Americans must prove their superiority as many have al- ready done. Lawrence Tibbett has nothing to fear from foreign singers, nor did Lillian Nordica and other by- gone stars, who were welcomed in the musical centers of Europe as Pader- Music, like beauty, is an interna- tional language that speaks to the heart of humanity, and the more free- ly it is exchanged the better for the centration on study,-uses up so little energy that it is scarcely appreciable. ‘The energy the body gains from the assimilation of the food in half a peanut will run the brain for hours at high tension. So it is plumb silly to imagine that enbody can really suffer from nerve or mental exhaustion or breakdown from “overwork” or “overstudy” or “business responsibilities” or “domes- tic cares” or “worry” or anything like that. Not as long as there is enough energy left to lift a finger or put one foot before the other. ‘There are just two classes of peo- ple who have “nervous breakdown,” crooks and fools. The crooks have it because it is a grand little scheme to dodge responsibility or punish- ment when they find they are at the end of their tether. The fools have it because they don’t know any bet- ter, and their quack doctors know they don’t. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Buckwheat Is buckwheat flour sold in its nat- ural state or is it toasted? Ts it very nourishing or heavy food? I am told IN WHAT YEAR, WAS THE FIRST WORLD SERIES PLAYED ? Varig SO THE LARGEST STADIUN IN 1S PLAYED ? i enable you to speak with as much au-/@ PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE By William Brady, M. D. Signed letters pertaining to personal health and hygiene, not to disease diagnosis, or treatment, will be answered by Dr. Brady if a stamped, Letters should be brief and wriften eries not conforming to instructions. in care of this newspaper. it contains much iron and phos- phorus.—(Miss L. H. G.) Answer—It is sold in its natural) state. Buckwheat flour is less nour- ishing than plain white wheat flour. It contains less iron and less phos- pkorus than whole wheat flour or graham flour or even plain white flour. Perhaps people imagine buck- wheat is heavy because even the lightest yeast-raised buckwheat pan- cakes go down so easily. Go ‘long and don’t tantalize a hungry man. Warning to Fattish Husbands I know you are kind about telling us matronly readers how fo reduce, but why not prescribe some such treatment as this for fat husbands? —(Mrs. A. G.) Answer—Mrs. G. incloses a news item of @ poor fellow who testified in a divorce suit that his wife’s nag- ging had reduced him from 180 to Jess than her own weight, which, sad to relate, was 165. This is surely a warning to somebody or other. (Copyright, 1933, John F. Dille Co.) Barbs | Oe aaa | Oratory at $55 a page cost the tax- Payers $2100 for a recent issue of the Congressional Record. Now will those who have accused congressmen. of being dumb mlcane apologize? - * The man with a brand new car must be patient. Maybe by the time he gets the third scratch on it his wife will let him take it for @ fishing trip. xe * “Four Powers Agree on Ten Years Peace”—headline. Why not extend it to 100 years and then celebrate a real Century .of Progress? ene Ohio law requires all persons served with beer must be seated, but customers seem to be willing “to stand for it, +e & There was no crying over spilt milk in the recent Wisconsin milk strike, except when sheriff's deputies threw the tear gas. * * % ‘Well, it certainly seems from the testimony that Banker Charles E. Mitchell is one of those fellows who owes a lot to his wife. ) BY PAUL HARRISON New York, June 2—The Union Club has picked up its fat leather chair and its copy of the New York Times, and is moving to a new $3,000,000 home on Park Avenue. Colonels and Commodores, pauny masters of finance, bristly-mustached diplomats—gentlemen all, scions of centuries-old lines of bluebloods. They're deserting, with a sigh, the gloomy, high-vaulted Italian palazzo where for 30 years they have dined, and talked, and lounged before the broad windows on Fifth Avenue and Fifty-first Street. And now, for the fifth time in the organization’s 97 years, its members must accustom themselves to new and modern grand- eurs, and a new view. The Union is the oldest social club in America, as well as the most so- cially exclusive. In the old days sons of New York's first families were en- rolled on its long waiting list, which often contained a thousand names, as soon as they were born. Lately, though, the waiting list has dwindled, but there has been no tonal lower- ing of its membership. On the roster are names like J. Pierpont Morgan, Ogden L. Mills, Clarence H. Mackay, Nicholas Murray Butler, William H. Woodin. Members of old families like the Cabots, Vanderbilts, Iselins and Biddles are elected as a matter of course. The club's secretary, Charles bs Beekman, owns the Social Regis- r. * * * FOR MEN ONLY Sternly masculine, the Union Club has never had a ladies’ day. In fact, the only women ever admitted to its ISLAND OF ELBA , | S Inscribed. 10 Platform. 11 Occurrence, is type of tapestry. Loone. ), Y, EE /SE Eek | {| [| Y this makes sound bank nasetx, 13 Wading bird. 10 Mewh of Ince. 17 On the tee, 1A form of in fintion is cure Tency ——t 21 Each, 23 Minor note. 25'To submerge. 37 Symbols, To be indehtea Hodent, Answer. VERTICAL 1 Neuter whirlwind, 47 Energy. 49 Dye. 51 Tablets. fastener, saying that the Union was “just a stone’s throw from the cathedral.” If you see a tennis player who looks as if he is working very hard, M Orphaned by the death of her. parents, beautiful and vivacious Mary Lou Thurston lives with her aunt and uncle, Clara and Howard Sanderson, and takes care of Billy, their son. When Sanderson and his wife go abroad, leaving Billy with his grandmother, Mar: is left on her own. Larry Mitchell, young newspaper reporter and Mary Lou's pal, finds an ad in which a companion for a semi valid is sought. Mary Lou arrives at the stately Lorrimer mansion in Connecticut and is interviewed by the charming Mrs. Lorrimer. lary Lou is bitterly disappointed to learn the semi-invalid is Mrs. Lorrimer’s son, Travers, and the ad should have read “male” com- panion, Travers, shell-shocked in the war, and suffering from an- Copyright, 1930, other sad experience, is listless,| to almost a recluse. As Mary Lou prepares to leave, Travers enters the room. He rushes to Mary Lou, takes her in his arms and calls her “Delight” and “wife.” Over- wrought when she does not spond, he faints. Mrs. Lorrimer persuades Mary Lou to remain until the doctor arrives. CHAPTER X. ITH no further protest W Mary ‘Lou followed Peter from the room and went with him to the broad curving stairs. Above the rooms pened on a gallery. The room into which Peter showed her, silently, was evidently Mrs; Lorrimer’s private sitting- room, a charming, | ful, sunn; place, done beautifully in so: grays and clear greens with odd little touches of mauve and rose. Mary Lou stood hesitant. She had never been a0, beralasred ms all her 20 years. e said aloud, “Oh, what on earth shall I do?” ‘She was talking, perhaps, to her- self, But Peter answered, defer- entity Pat ee pots, Mis, ’dsit down # were you, 5 and—rest, You've had a shock,” said the elderly man, quietly... “Mr. Travers—” He stopped and said no more, realizing that it was not part of his duty to discuss family matters with an outsider. He indicated the chaise-longue, the comfortable, deep chair, the many books, scattered on tab! and housed in built-in book-cases, the silver and enamel boxes of cigarettes. “If you'd take a chair, Miss,” he suggested, “and make yourself at home?” ‘[__K Real Home. "] Mary Lou reached up mechan- ically Yo take off her hat, Her head. ached. But, then, she re- membered that the hat lay on the floor where Lorrimer cast it. She remembered that her coat and her book were downstairs. There was nothing to do but wait. Peter went out and closed the door softly behind him. Mary Lou stared around her, unseeingly at first, and then gradually absorb- ing the really exquisite surround- ings in which she so amazingly found herseelf. She roge and, at first timidly, wandered about the big, rather oddly shaped room. “I suppose it’s what they call a boudoir,” remarked May Lou to herself with a half giggle her courage, color and spirits begin- ning to return. “I’ve read about em and I can pronenses ’em,” she informed herself further, “but it’s the first, time I’ve ever come into contact with one of ‘em!” ‘here was nothing lacy or over- trowded, perfumed or bedecked about the room. It was simply a comfortable, lived-in sort of place, restrained and beautiful in color- ing and appointments and filled with books, old and new, shabby and fresh. Over by the corner of the book- case, near the great double win- ping of employees. The latter, how-j les | Ff, happ: wait and listen Mrs, Lorrimer —Helen Wills Moody, tennis star. eee Our Christian come stale and shal superficial. assembly. % xs —Fred Masse, Michigan trapper. * ee It isn’t life that matters, but the courage that we bring into it. —Hugh walee) povelist. ‘Hoards’ Gold Charles 8. Thomas of Denver, 83-year-old ‘former Colorado governor and U. 8S. senator, is shown here with his bag of $120 in gold. Thomas has in- vited arrest in an effort to test President Roosevelt's anti- hoarding edict. AKE-BELIEVE” by Faith Baldwin erience has be- low, lifeless and/—Viscount Philip Snowden of Eng- If you want to get the real picture Initiation] of a man, go with him on a hunting All human progress has been made by ignoring precedents. If procenst habbit ntact To Test Edict Dustribeied by King Features Syndicate, Inc. mankind had continued to be the slave, of precedent we would still be living in caves and subsisting on shellfish and wild berries. land. FLAPPER FANNY Says:, Sy FAITH BALDWIN dows which looked out over the the station and she would go on lawns and in ver glimpse of the Sound as well, Mary Lou lifted her eager, book- loving eyes from the ad He rows of volumes and straight into equally eager, laugh- ing eyes which looked down on her from a_ photograph framed in heavy, dull silver which stood where two bookcases meeting made an angle. It was the only photograph in the room. For a moment Mary Lou stared, conscious of a slight shock. She knew the eyes, she thought, and the face ... a lean, laughing face under the jaunty cap of the Royal Flying Corps, She knew, too, she thought, the tall, broad-shouldered uniformed figure, sitting very pesliaeaty: econ exesuents pho- gra} s ew ant t did not know. And it was a full minute before it dawned on her that here was Travers Lorrimer, the man downstairs, the man who | mai had exposed her to so frightening and inexplicable a scene, a scene of which she was trying hard not to think, lest she become terrified again, : iorrimer as he had been, Lor- rimer early 1915, so man; ager 8 lauguing, delightful bo age, a laughing, de! ‘ul ' Bier heart hurt her. with pity. Half unconsciously she a | up and carefully lifted down the big years ago, heavy frame and went to the couch and sat down, still holding the picture, looking at it intently, wondering about it. For whom had he mistaken her? Someone named ight? Odd name, pretty name, she liked it. Someone he not seen in a lon; time. ‘Someone he loved .-. and called... his wife. Who was she pon where ae she? fee she lead, were the; to it from him, or Taed ake deserted him? | Where had he married her . 7 and when . . e came back again and again to that incredible and breathless moment when she ad been, caught ‘up in arms grown suddenly stro: when she had ‘been held-closs $5 this stranger’s heart, when she had felt his lips on her eyelids, on her face... What was the explanation? Oh, she would have to wait and hear; she owed that to Mrs. Lorrimer! But she wanted to away some- how. She was id, still very unsure of herself, She put the down beside her and reached out fora magazine to distract her from her thoughts eae conmelees speculations. ut, ing the pages, her fas- tened on picture or text, aw noth. ing, a 3 words made absolutely no sense. would she do now? After. she got back to Oakdale? How far away Oakdale seemed! Was it only this morning that she had left there, eaten her fast bain Billy bouncing in his chair, delaide complainin, her couch and Gram Dusting’ in renee. into the land of Those Seeking Employment? “Remember are a lineal descendant of ueen Cleopatra,” he had ell, she hadn’t been able to re- member she was anyone's descend- jant—today’s events had stri ped her of family, relatives, friends for- and even actual existence, so Jorn and strai eee inge, 80 bewildered she | Well, soon Mrs. Lorrimer w. come and explain what there aH to explain. - not that it mattered, she thought, poor fellow, poor un- y, unfortunate boy—but she'd would send "her Pe young, Lorrimer in|jo, 18 years of| she had “| A round o; ition @ sil-lback te New York and Oakdale. And tomorrow she would come into ‘town again and present the letter ‘written by Mrs. Lorrimer for her and perhaps something would come of it, perhaps she would get & position. There was a step in the hall. She stiffened, listening eagerly. No, not Mrs. Lorrimer’s step and Mrs. Lorrimer would not have knocked. “Come in—” It was Peter, with a tray, the smart maidservant following him, “Luncheon, Miss Thurston,” said ‘Peter gravely. ‘Mrs. Lorrimer is still with Doctor Mathews and begs ‘ou ing excuse pre oe ate oped you wou! e ie to your liking and she will join you here ently.” While Peter arranged the lunch- eon on a little dropleaf table which he drew out from the wall, the ly: , Miss, Mrs. Lorrimer asked me to show you into her room in case you wished to brush your hair and wash...?” Feeling suddenly as if she had entered a fascinating fairy tale, with its One-Eye, Two-Eye, Three- Eye, miraculously ap) Een eon tables and all, ju fol wed Hilda’s becoming maroon uniform into the loveliest bedroom ever seen in her life and through that into a great bath- room, painted and decorated in mauves and greens. There was a huge dressing table there with many mirrors and rows of crystal squat crystal jars filled with cold squat ith cold | creams and cosmetics which looked quite good enough to eat. Hilda produced heavy linen tow- els and gayly colored wash cloths, @ powder ‘ar and tufts of ribbon- tied cotton and a brand new brush and comb in a little case and, after inquiring whether there was any- thing more she could do, withdrew. fary Lou washed her hands and face, combed her hair and pow- dered her pert little nose in a sort of dazed and lazy dream. Even the towels were too good to be true. Her fascinated eyes lingered long on the shining shower with its heavy glass door. She’d never seen one like it and was by now so “surrendered to circumstances” that if Hilda had suddenly invited her to bathe in the pale green sunken tub or to stand under the needle-spray of the shower, she wo epbably, have done so, with- ion. out. Fairyland. walked about and looked at the interesting walls, cool green and splashed with lavender in ige and unconventional flower Meir had just cided that it looked ye of when Hilda knocked at the door and announced luncheon. So Mary Lou went obediently out of the beautiful bathroom Into the more beautiful bedroom and She through to the sitting-room, gnd- denly consci: Sealy on lous that she was very and then he, too, foll ia example and left ramet oo gaze upon her tray with extreme pleasure and a} orange-b ri ene lots of brown by ues loved, cut thin, fares aon aes it; Melba toast as well, fresh but- 7a cd to, taken out of ite’ ‘shell rl Faia. ped with cream and put back again, and new green peas in milk; tea, with lemon and with cream: and a funny little fruit dessert, all fee and sweetness such as girls re. (To Be Continued Tomesrow) '