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Y the hill - And down without a tumble X For youngsters fed on good Bond Bread Are strong and never stumble. Bond Here is LILY CUPerfection \ —— (Copyright, 1921, by thé PREACHER AT FAMOUS CHURCH GETS Interagtionsl Symd:cate.) - CREDIT FOR THAT WASHINGTON ~"CHERRY TREE STORY. ' FAMOUS OLD POHICK CHURCH BELOW ALEXANDRIA THAT IS_NOT F. VERNON. IT 18!200 YEARS OLD. "AR. FROM MOUNT V (National Photo., Wash.) , ‘Washington. Dear Travel Clubbers: - The other day I read how President Harding bad been invited" to- dttend Pohick Church, down below Alexandris, and I.gaid to myself 1 must_tell the Junior Travel Club about that place, 80 I hurried up and got a of it taken and here it is. skirmishes near the church, The brick tside the church for the bell is very odd and seems’ strange mnow- 's. Some of the stones in the grave- ya aro so oid you cannot read them any moce. ?m;n every boy and girl ‘in the Junics ve! Club will like to know that & man Bamed Mason L. Weems He was 13 six miles below Mount the the Potoma. It is a beauti ride, but part of the road is terridble if it has just raimed, which it did very much uu.| apring. “They have Just completed the wall along the edge of the church yard, and now they think the place is about ex- it was when George Washington went to church there wish you oculd see the inside of it, all faished in white. Washington drew up the plans. The 0dd thing to me is that the pulpit Is in the middle of the church instead of one end. - Then little balcony in one end 0id Mir. Toad Gives Up Hope. BY THORNTON W, BURGESS. - T T g ity Bn —0ld Mr. Toad Hop, hop, hop, hop, went Old Mr. Toad. Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, he went. It was clear that Ol Mr. Toad was in a hurry, in a very great hurry. As he hopped he rolled his beautiful golden eyes back, trying to see behind him. In them was a look ; of worgy. Just to have seen him for a moment ycu would have known that he was anxious. He was. He was very anxious, was Old Mr. Toad. Somewhere behind him, hiding Mrs. Bear and the twins, was Bluffer the Adder. Old Mr.' Toad had seen Bluffer try in vain to fool Mother Bear. He had seen Bluffer crawl into a. hole in _the ground just in the nick of time. Now fo Wanted to get just as far away from that hole as he could before Bluffer should decide that it was.safe to come out. You see¢, he knew noth- ing under the sun would please Bluffer more than a Toad for his dinner. He is one of the Snake fam- ily who is especiaily fond of Toads. “Wish those Beirs had put an end to him,” muttered Old Mr. Toad as he hopped along. “Stupid of them to let him get away. Never could see any good in Snakes anyway. Don’t see what they were made for. ‘Wonder if that fat robber has come. out yet. I'm getting short of breath. Wish I was back in Farmer Brown's garden. That Is the safest place for I, - story of {ha cherry tree and the hatchet. | T guess he ¢id not guess how that story. was-going to be told and toldover again to all of us years and years after De was gpe. The church was built_in 1722 that “makes it 200 years old next. yéar. It was- the second building ybullt in the parish. and it is of brick brought from ght England. Coming back from Pohick—isn’t that a funny name—1 saw Some ofher famous ces about which' [ am going to write 10 the Junior Travel Club members. I wani to get more letters like the one from Nel and I want evervbody ‘who writes to me 1o tell me what they ‘would like to see. RUSSELL BURKE., The Travelog Boy. desire to travel—thd throat'of Mr. e - Poor/ Old Mr. Toad! ' R * then and there he g.u up all. i’ This ‘was the end. hiad esca “Bluffer the Adder only to hop straight into Mr. ake. He wished he had Iremalned in the hiding place from which he had seen Bluffer the Adder. Bluffer might not have found him after all. It was too late now. Al- Blac| swallowed alive! Nothing ia all the Great World could save him now. At least that _is what Old- Mr. Toad thought, and I don’t 'Ql‘;. happens that Old Mr. Toad was wrong- = 3 2 (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Hargess.) Peél and core whole six Bine, sour | apples, place them in a bttéred. pud- 1ding dish and fill tHe cefiters with sugar. Beat three eggs, add a little salt, one pint of hot ‘mitk’ and six ounces of flour. Beat uatil smooth (like cream, pour it over the .apples ;nd bake:in a moderate oven for one our. = Potato Grate six cold, boiled: itoes, add three tables; fuls of "flour. twe teaspoonfuls of baking powder, one beaten egs. ome tablespoon. of melted butter -and one. =mall tea- spoonful .of salt. Form into balls and drop into beef soup. Boit-for fifteen minutes. Iy B ] | Watching thé Parade. BY JOHN PILGRIM. Did it ever occur to you that Chaun- cey M. Depew is rezlly a very popu~ lar.oid man? And did you ever won- der why? Becausc he has been & senator, and that is.a mark against him. And he bas'been an untiring {after-dinner speaker, ‘and heaven iknows that prejudiccs him. And he has been activs in poiitics and rafl- reading and a lot of other things. And he -has. given advice freely, and if there {8 one man in the world who usually is ndt lixed he is the man i with good advice. saw him speak well of bim. The bet- lter he ts known ths better he is liked Why? > “Because I have taken to remember the good things,” sal Depew the other day. "1 always for- get the unpleasant words and hap-, penings. I charge my memory only | with the pleasant things that I want to_remembe; Do you see the cunning of that— the old fox? Not having a lot of sour. bitter, miserable things festering in his consciousness he can nlways be happy inside. It iz always sunshine Wwith him. His smile is real, because | under it there 18 no corroding memory that back in 1879 Iat Rvohey sald that Chaunccy Depew was a stem- winding old wind machine. Pat never | said it, but if he did Depew would not have remembered it. But if Pat had sald that Depew had a heart as wide s the Hudson river and as warm as flold of wheat In July then Chaun- cey M. would have gathered that in | and cherished ft. Sorrows have fallen away from him, for he has rofused to remember sof rows, although hc has never forgot- ten joya. He has not been envious, | because he has not remembered envy, | but he has been kindly and gene: ous becausc these things have not been forgotten. He has smiled, instead of whimpering, and at eighty-seven years old he {8 full of courage and optimism and cnergy and is very cer- tain he will finish out his. century. Probably he will, too, for his sunshine bath internally has kept him\young. LISTEN, WORLD! | ains only BY ELSIE ROBINSON. Mad? Belleve me, I am! Listen— 1 was telling her about a man ishe'd just met. He was a big man who had pulled himself up off the ground floor by his boot stra; an’ built himself a 1iI' messanine :.ll his own, He had no education to speak ‘Id rother have a CelkJoid. Collar than o.Tapier-mache Braix. \ ! of, and hadn't cornered much of the world’s wealth—but wherever the names of real men were known stood at the head of the list for the squareness of his life. That time over n Belgium. for example—I told her 1 about that and I could hardly hold my voice steady for pride of our 2!!! Americanism. And then when L through, what do you ’‘spose she sald—— “He-ow interesting. really! Isn't ‘it too bad he wears a celluloid collar?” Qet it? Get it? That was all she had absorbed of his big adventure— | just the celluloid collar he'd never i had time to notice. Out of the dingy rut of common life ho had leaped to walk with thé gods, giving as they give, building as they build, his head ig gifts all, she ! only observed that he wore a celluloid collar: % Ob, give me air and heas 4 words—T'd rather hav. :meyelhl'l’olis collar than a papier-mache brain! The Old Gardener Says: ‘There are two ways of having a long season of sweet corn. One is to make successive plant- ings at ten-day intervals. The other is to select kinds which mature at different seasons and plant them at the same time. For flavor there is nothing to beat Golden Bantam, and the prejudice against yellow corn has been overcome in most sec- tions. Many amateurs now grow no other kind, but it is a pretty good plan to put in Country Gentleman and Stowell's Ever- gTeen when you make youg first planting. - Then & -few weeks later you can put in more Gblden Bantam with which to- finish up the season. ~ R - Get Yqui's o : ‘Today Yet men who never | | upon THE AVENGER 4 A <Tale of Pdiitical Revenge. - BY E PHI{LIPS OPPENHEIM. ° Intrigue gnd Private (Copyright, by Little. Brows & Co.) (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) CHAPTER X. OUTCAST.! The room Into which a walting d | manservant showed them was large Whiskcy |- and handsomely furnished. and soda, wine and sandwiches were upon the sideboard. The baroness, stopping only to light a clgarettd, moved toward the door. “I shall return” she said, quarter of an hour, +She looked for & moment steadily at her friend, and then turned away’ Loulse strolled to tho sideboard and helped herseif to a sandwich. “Come and forage, won't you?" she asked, carelessly. “There are some pate sandwiches here, and you want whisky and soda, of course—or do you prefer brandy *Neither, thanksy swered firmly. for. Pleaso s my question: She laughed = “in a Wrayson an- “I want what I catne down here and answer little mockingly, and, turning around, faced him, her! head tarown back, lier eyes meeting his unfilnchingly. The light from a rose-shaded electric lamp glittered her ~hair. She was wearing iack agaln, and something in her appearapce and attitude almost took his breath away. It reminded him of the moment when he had seen her rat. “First,” she said, :-knyo‘u a question. “l1_am going to Why did you t7' he asked. She gave vent to a little gesture of impatience He must know quite well what she meant. . “Why did you give evidence at the inquest and omit all mention of me?" “I don’t know,” he answered blunt- 1y. You have to & story,” she reminded him, “which is certainly not altogether a truthful one. You haye run a great risk; ap- parently to shield me. Why?" “I suppose because I am a fool,” he answered bitteriy. She shook her head. 7 she declared, “that is not the reason.” He moved & step nearer to her. “if 1 were to admit my folly.” he said, “what difference would it make —if T were to tell you that I did it to save you—the Inconvenience of an examination into_the motive of your presence in Morris, Barnes' rooms that night—what then?” “It was generous of you,” she de- clared softly.~ “I ought to thank you.” “{ want no thanks,” he answered, almost roughly. “I want to know that I was justified in what I did. T walit you to tell me what you were doing “there alone in the rooms of There’s committed _yourself | ich &' man, with a stolen key. And Y'want you to tell me what you know sbout his deathl” . *Is that all?* she asked. ~ “Isn’t it enough?” he declareq sav- agely. “It is' enough to be making an old man of men, anyhow. You e’a right to ask these nd ve no right to refuse to answer them. 'None at &1l,” he declared. shail answer them.” ‘There was a moment’s silence. She leaned a little further back against the sideboard. Her eyes were fixed upon his, but her face was inscrut- able. 1 cannot,” she said slowly. can tell you nothing.’ Wrayson wag speechless for a mo- ment. It was not only the words { themselves. but the note of absolute finality with which they were uttered. which staggered him. Then he found himself laughing, & sound ro unnat- ural and ominous that, for the first time, feaf shone in the girl's eyes. “Don't,” she cried, and her hands \flashed toward him for a moment as ough the sight of him hurt her. “Don’t. be angry! Have pity on me instead.” | His herves, | saye way. Pity on a murderess, a thie | cried. *Not I! 1 have suffered enough {for my folly. I will go and tell the truth tomorrow. It was you who killed him. You did it in the cab and stole back to his rooms to ro —afterward. Horrible! Horribl Her face hardened. His lack - of self-control seemed to stimulate her. ‘Have it 80,” she declared. “I never asked you for your silence. If you repent it, go and make the best bar- gain you can with the. law. They will let you off cheaply in exchange for your information? He walked the length of the room and back. _Anything to escape from her eyes. Already he hated the words which he had spoken. When he faced her again he was master of himself. “Listen,” he said; “I was alittle “You already overwrought, he overwrought. I spoke wildly. I have f; no right, to make such an accusation. 2l She held out her hand as though to stop him, but he went steadily on. “But I have a right to demand that you ted me the truth as to what | you were doing in Barnes' rooms tha lnlshl, and what you know of his death. Remember that but for me you | would to a le: T never forget it,” she answered, and for the first time her change to a more natural tone helped him to believe in himself and his own juds- ment. _“If you want me to tell you how grateful I am, I might try, but it would be a very hard task.” “All that I ask of you,” hs plead- ed, “is that gou tell me emough to Good Nights make Good Mornings fike a good night's slecp to | self nelple URE ‘FEAT convince me “that my silence was ustified. Tell me, at least, that you ad no knowledge of or share in that man’s death!” “I cannot do that,” she answered. He took a quick step backward. The horror once more was chilling | - his blood, floating before h g “You cannot!" he repeated hoarsely. “No! I knew that the man was in danger of his life,” she went ony calmly. “On the whole, I think that he deserved to die. 1 do not mind telling you this, though. 1 would have saved him if I could.” He drew a great breath of relief. “You had mothing to do with his actual death, then?” “Nothing whatever.” she declared. “It was all 1 asked you, this” he cried reproachfully. not have told me before?” Bhe shook her head. “You asked me o answered calmly. truth you shall know, 4t any rate. 1 have 'Pleaded not guilty to the ma- ‘erial action of drawing that cord around the worthless neck of the man whom you knew as Morris Barnes. I plead guilty to knowing why he was murdered, even if I do not know the actual person who com- mitted the deed, and I admit that I was in his rooms for the purpose of robbery. That is all I can tell you." He drew a little nearer to her. “Enough! Do you know what it 18 that you have said? What are you? Who are you?” She shrugged her shoulders. Some- tow, from her side, at least, the tragical note which had trembled throughout_their interview had pass- ed away. She helped herself to soda water from a siphon on the side- board. “You appear, somewhat to my sur- prise,” she remarked, “to know that. 1 wonder at poor little Edith giving e awa : “All that I know is that you are living here under a false name,” he declared. She shook her head. “My mother's,” she told him. discarded daughter always has a right to that, you know. Her eyes mocked him. He felt him- This was the oppor. r things, much of the tunity for r t had come to him in vain. He recog. nized the fact that his defeat was imminent. She was too strong for him. “I am disappointed.” he said. a little wearily. “You will not let me believe in yo “Why should you wish to?" she asked quickly. Almost immediately she bit her lip, as though, she regretted the words, which had escaped her almost invol- untarily. But he was ready enough with his answer. “I cannot tell you that” he said gravely. “I never thought of myself as a particularly emotional person. In 1 have always rather prided my- self on my common sense. That night I think that I went a little mad. Your She nodded. must_have been rather a shock to_yo! e admitted. She watched him closely. The fire yes was not vet quenched. ™ he said, “you were @ shock. And the worst of it is—that you re- main one!” “Ah®” “You mean to keep —e at arm's gth,” he slowly, “to tell me as little as possible, and get rid of me. T am not sure that I em willing.” She only raised her eyebrows. She said nothing. “You have told me thing of the things I want to know,” he cried pas- “Why could you | she you see, was so unusual.” PAGE. |sionstely. “Who and what are you? What place do you hold in the world?” » “Nore," she answered quietly. “Iam an_outcas! He glanced around him. “Xou are rich’ - ~On the contrary,” she assured iim, ] 2ip_mearly a paup 4 “How do you live, then?" he afked breathlessly. . 2 She shrugged her shoulders. “Why do you ask me these qies- tions?” she said. “I cannot enswer them. -Whatever my life may be I live jt to myself.” He’ leaned a little toward her. His breath was coming quickly, and she, too, caught something of the nerveus excitement of his manner. E “There are better things,” he be- gan. ot for me.” she interrupted quick- 1y, tell you that I am an outcast. Of you, I ask only that you go away —now-—before the baroness returns, and do your best to blot out the mem- ory of that ore night from your life. Remember only that you did a gen- erous action. Remember that, and Do more.” . “Too late,” he answered; “I canpot an,” she answeted, “snd It is because I am a mun, and you what you are, that I cannot,” he answered slowly. - There was a moment's breathless si- lence. Only he fancied that her face had somehow grown softer. “You must not talk like that” %he said. “You do not know what you are saying—who or what I am. Listen! | I think I hear the baroness.” _° She leaned a little forward, and"the madness fired his blood. Half stupl fled, she yiclded to his embrace, her | lips rested upon his, her frightefied | exes were haif closed. His arms held Hér like a vise, he could feel her heart throbbing madly against his. How long, they remained like it he mever knew—who can measure the Hours pent in paradise! She flung him from | her at last, taking him by se with a_sudden burst of energy, and before he could stop her she had left | the room. In her place, the harosess was upon the. thre d, resged in & wonderful blue wrapper, nd with a cigarette betweel “her teeth. She burst into a little peat of laughter as she looked into his dis- traught faee: “For an Englishmad.” she remarieed, “you are a. little rapid in your love affairs, my dear Mr. Wrayson, i it not so? So she has left you plents —was mad,” Wrayson muttered. The baroness heiped ™erself.to whisky and soda. “Come again and make your peace, my friend” she said. “You will' see no more of her tonight.” ‘Wrayson accepted the hint and went. (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star.) Peanut Sandwiches. Peangut sandwiches cay, be made in many ways. Grind and pound pes- nuts to s paste, season them with £alt and lemon juice and spread them between whole wheat or white bread, lightly buttered. Mince peanuts, Salt them well. spread them between |slices of white bread and butter and garnish with watercress. 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