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W.YARNELL LIGHT AND HEAVY HAULING | never been used to nothin’, anyway— ! : block-headed ! can't even read,” he emphasized his 1 and turned a good pint of the scald- ing fluid onto the back of the hairy hand that was twisting his arm, With a yowl of rage Tom ‘caught up "an iron capstan bar. | fo'castle and git yer supper.” B O A S S S e A FISH-CHOWDER FEUD By JOHN BARTON OXFORD. From the galley companion came the noisy clanging of the supper-bell. Twelve men hurriedly dropped the trawls they were baiting and crowded into the narrow forecastle. Tom Den- nie, the thirteenth man, was rather more leisurely. His way across decks to the fore- castle took Tom past the galley, and at the companion hatch he stopped to sniff. “Fish-chowder again!” he grunted in complaining and soulful disgust. “Fish-chowder all the time! Nothin’ ut fish-chowder on this old tub!” Even as he stood there, mumbling his complaint, Evie Bishop, the trawl- er's fat cook, came puffing up the com- panionway with a big flat basket filled with heavy crockery mugs on his arm. In his other hand he bore a huge and steaming coffee-pot. Tom glared savagely at the cook. Then he sniffed the odor drifting up from the galley and glared harder. “Fish-chowder!” he snorted again. “All the time it's fish-chowder on this here craft! What's the matter with yer, Evie? Can’t you make nothin’ but that eternal fish-chowder?” Now fish-chowder—his particular variety of fish-chowder—was the pride of fat Evie Bishop's simple heart. Any one who maligned that chowder touched Evie on the quick. “The boys seem to relish that chow- der pretty much,” said Evie with cold and crushing scorn. “Well, 1 don't,” snapped Tom. “I've | ett chowder till I'm ashamed to look I'a decent fish in the face.” “There’s them as says they couldn't never git enough of that chowder,” Evie declared with pride. “Well, that ain't me,” growled Tom. “Seems to me it's time we had some- thin’ else for supper once in a while.” “What’s the matter with the chow- der I make?” Evie demanded, and his tones made the question a challenge. Tom shrugged his big shoulders and threw out his hands, palms upward, in | a despairing gesture. “What ain't the matter with it would be a simpler way of puttin’ it,” | said he. The blood surged into Evie's thick neck, and thence to his leathery ! cheeks. “Don’t you go to malignin’ my vit- tles,” he said hoarsely. “That's a good chowder. I've been told by any quantity of folks that my chowders was the best they ever ett. It's only {gnorammersuses like you that ever finds fault with it—folks that ain't ignorammersuses, that most telling shot. With his nose high in the air, he swept grandly past Tom Dennie and into the little forecastle. Tom waited there until Evie, grin- ning maliciously at the way his shot had gone home, came out of the fore- ! castle again. In a moment Tom’s big fingers were gripping tightly the cook’s left fore- arm. { “Say, yer wanter take that back that yer jest sald about me—about | my bein’ ign'runt,” he hissed. “Huh! I do—do I? Yer can't even 80 much as read,” the cook taunted again. “You eat them words of yourn— you eat ‘em right now!” bawled Tom, giving the arm a more excruciating twist. Evie still had the big coffee-pot in his hands. Now he lifted it quickly What he might have done with it there is no telling, but at that moment the skipper, at- tracted by the uproar, came poking out of the cabin. “Here! What's goin’ on here?’ he roared. “No fightin’, now. What's the trouble between you two? Drop that bar, Tom! Drop it, I say! And you, cooky, stop a menacin’ of him with that coffee-pot. Now you git into yer galley; and you, Tom, go into the “I'll git that darned cook before I'm done,” Tom threatened to the men about the table. “Jest went and scalt | me, he did.” The fishing was good that trip. In five days’ time they were running for T wharf with a full fare. They swept past the lightship just after dark. Tom Dennie, tumbling aboard after the last of the mooring-lines were | fast, almost collided with Evie Bish- op, just coming out of the galley. For a moment they glared at each other. Then the cook spoke. “Tom,” he said, “we been a chew- in’ away at each other and neither one gittin’ any satisfaction. Whatter ! yer say if me and you goes lshore] and settles this man to man fashion? If I wallop you, you buy me the best dinner I can eat up to Cotter's, in Dock square, and i€ yow put it over ' me I'll buy the dinner for you. Is it' a go?” ! “Yer bet it's a go,” said Tom with | alacrity. | T wharf is no place for settling such dificulties, so they poked down | the atenue, crawled through the gate ' of a wharf below, found an ideal lit- | tle spot, even enmough and properly‘ lighted, and peeled off their coats. THE EVENIN “Yer'll get 1t as soon as we can git to Cotter's,” declared Evie. | Cotter's in Dock square was well- nigh deserted when they got there. Tom was rubbing his battered nose, and looking at Evie with a new and decidedly respectful interest. A wait- ress brought them red-bordered nap- kins and laid a bill of fare before each. Tom picked him up, blinking at it solemnly. “Anything you want, Evie invited. The respect in Tom’s eyes grew. Also he grinned across the table at his companion—a grin that lost some- what in effectiveness by reason of Tom's badly split lip. “Ye're a game little man,” declared Tom, whacking the table with one mighty fist. “Yer put up a peach of a fight. I wouldn't 'a’ believed yer had it in yer. I know a game one when I see him, Evie; and that bein’ the case, yerll not be findin’ me bleedin’ yer any. Just bring me—" Tom paused. He wrinkled and un- wrinkled his heavy brows as he scanned that bill of fare. Evie no- ticed he was holding it upside down. “Bring me some of this and a cup of coffee,” said Tom pointing a pudgy finger at random to a line on the page. And to the unbounded credit of Evie Bishop, let it here be stated that he did not so much as change a muscle of his face when the waitress set before the open-mouthed Tom a large and steaming bowl of—fish- chowder! yer know,” (Copyright.) | GAVE AWAY HARD-LUCK PIN, Hotel Clerk Who Got It Not Afraid of Ominous Warning That Ac- ) companied It. The superstitious among his fellow clerks at the McAlpin were a mlle‘ “leery” of R. G. Elbert, the room clerk, when, after enviously admiring . the big scarfpin they had just seen| Col. J. Harry Behan of Washington, present him, they learned that evvryj previous owner of the pin had killed somebody, by accident or otherwise. Colonel Behan, who drove his auto- mobile over here, has not escaped the ill-luck engendered by the possession of the pin, which is a dark stone, on which is carved a head that might be that of a Viking or a Hindu demon. | Colonel Behan did not murder a man, | but six months after the pin came in- to his possession his automobile ! struck an old man in Washington | with fatal results. He told Elbert | that he had since given the pin to| three or four other persons, and that each had returned it to him after a spell of nervous prostration. He of-! fered the pin to Elbert, but the latter | hesitated. Yesterday Elbert jokingly ! remarked that he would take that pin and the risks accompanying it if Colo- nel Behan was really in earnest. The i colonel took the pin from his tie and passed it over. According to the story that goes with the pin, it was at one time the property of an Indian prince. Elbert | says he is not superstitious, but he isn’t going to walk under any ladders. —New York Times. The Value ot Good Clothes. ! Eccentricity is not to be desired ' either in dress or manners. It is only another name for vanity. Still, there | is something to be said for those of | us whose circumstances often require us to wear garments not cut after the prevailing mode. Good clothes, however, made in any fashion except the “latest extreme,” have a marked effect upon the mental condition cll the wearer. Even Emerson deigned to discuss the moral effect suitable clothes had upon certain tempera- ments. He says: “If a man (or wom- an) have not firmness and have keen | sensibilities, it is perhaps a wise econ- omy to go to a good shop and dress irreproachably. One can then dis- miss all care from the mind, acd may easily find that performance an lddl-| tion of confidence, a fortification that turns the scale in social encounters.” You have all heard the experience of the woman who declared that the sense of being well dressed gave her a feeling of inward peace which re- ligion was powerless to bestow.—Sub- urban Life. Formation of California Coast. The geologists tell us a strange story of the California coast. Ages ago its mountain peaks, mere reefs in a great expanse of sea, rose to such a height that Santa Barbara channel was a vast valley over which roamed the elephant, camel, lion, saber-toothed tiger and other animals whose fossil remains are scattered over the coun- try and some of which are found on the islands. Then the land again saik beneath sils are found in abundance along the shores and on the mountain tops many miles from the sea. hunters have been surprised to find the skeletons of whales at an eleva- tion of 2,000 feet and two miles inland. THE SALESGIRL TALKS By CLARENCE CULLEN. It was one of those loathly “match- G 5. pills,” fald the salesgirl as she took my “matehing” sample and studied it with tired eyes. “How would yuh like to stand behind here and let about a thousand of them pills a day heave Irish confetti at yuh?” “Irish confetti?” I inquired, mysti- fied. “Half-bricks—yuh're on'y pretend- |in® that yuh don't get me, ain't yuh? Well, there ain't anythin’ in this thing o’ sittin’ on the mourners’ bench; but along about this time o’ the after- noon I feel so clawed up by them pill- |in’ cats that breeze in here to take a’ inventory o’ stock that I get to thinkin’ I'm fightin’ the inmates of a Bide-a- Wee home. “Them four dolls didn’t skate in here t' buy. They just ambled along t scratch. They've been V-wedgin’ through bargain-counter crushes all ! day, and they've picked up a peeve, doin’ that, that they're afraid to tote | home t' their men-folks because they are hep that the men, when they hit the hall and hang their kellys up on the rack, are goin’' t' be there with grouches themselves. “They’re not keen f'r the kind o’ allhands medicine that the hubby- dove'll pull in case anythin’ is started. So, just t* get the rough edges o’ their peeves sand-papered down, they skid along here a little while before closin’® | up time and begin t' toss chunks 0" | loose asphalt at us sunny-natured-look- in’ dolls behind the counters. A lot of ‘em pick me out because I'm there most o' the time with one o' them 'grlns that got froze on my map by mistake when I first fell intuh this business and before I jerried up t’ it that the grinner is ple for them wim- men that wants somebody t’ pick on. “There ain’t no use chirpin’ about it, I'm crazy over my own sex. They make it just about as peaceful for me as if I was on a battle fleld ten hours a day. Sometimes I feel like I'm de- velopin’ intuh a white hope. It used t’ be that I'd let 'em hand me the har- poon one after the other, just as fast as they could nudge up t' the coun- ter. “But four years of it has funneled the vinegar intuh my nachully win- some disposition, so that now I take i a slant at their wicks as they elbow along; and if they're there with that I'm - goin’ - t"-push -yuh-one-in-the-chops glitter in their lamps, I feel myself stiffenin’ like somebddy that's waitin’ for a trolley car t' hit him on the nigh end o’ the wishbone, and it's all T can do t’ keep from tricklin’ back as good as they shoot in. “On’y T need the whereas that eight thing fisn't gum change for them, so that they've got me sewed up before the gong rings, | and they know it. 3o the best 1 get for mine is a ’casional little uppercut that I've gotta eat as like as not before the ambulance in the shape of the floorwalker comes up, whereas they can paste me ontuh the ropes and swing on me with both mitts. “And they're hard t' dope by just lookin’ ’em over, if yuh're inquirin’ o’ me. I get 'em right, as they sail down the aisle, about four times outa five. Then I head-on intuh one that don't run t' her looks, and I'm in Heinfe. “D'ye think you can chart 'em right because they’re there with one o’ them Dolly Varden smiles? I'm askin’ yuh that, because most men do. I ain't never cut the trail yet of a man that wasn't a fall-guy for a smilin’ cat. But 1 needn't talk. I'm a mark for that stuff myself ev'ry once in a while. “I'll wise yuh t' one of the smilin’ kind that waltzed up to my counter day before yestiddy afternoon. She was a nifty-dressed, peachy-skinned dumplin’ of about thirty or so, that was togged like she had a man work- in' the day and night shifts both ends from the middle t' keep her diked out in all the scenery fit t' wear. “I wicked her smile when she was 20 feet away. It looked like the sun comin’ out from under a cloud and shimmerin' on the water on the day youh're bound for Coney. Some dolls | put that kind of a grin all the time that they’re not sleepin’ just t' give all hands a chance t' pipe their pearly teeth. But this one's smile looked t' be on the level. “‘I'm goin' t' get along with this cunnin’ fatty,’ says I to myself, as she swung for my counter. ‘She’s a chatty little thing that'll be prattlin’ to me all about the news of the day and askin’ me it 1 don't find the life of a sales- girl hard, and if I'm engaged, and it not why not, an’ all the like o' that. Hi-hum! It's nice t' wait on a cheer- ful skirt just before closin™up time." “That’s a bug with most of us, yuh know—t’ top off the day by waitin’ on one that don't bark at us. We hate t’ break outa the plant and steer for the hallroom with the coyote music in our ears, and that’s what it sounds like at the end of a long day when wo snag a piller to be waited on just before the big doors are closed and we're due to | the sea and again rose, and marine fos- | vamp. “Well, this one with the dimples and the fine double row o' mothero™ Numerous gold 1 pearl molars and the sunny smirk that | looked like the twenty-four carat thing plumped on a stool in front of me. wnd looked me right in the lamps with a widenin' of her cutey grin; and 1 wiped the froze grin from my chart and smiled right back at her, and it | looked like a sure thing that we're go- |1n' t' be little playmates for the time, and get along like as if both of us had ! | been rollin’ the same hoop and playin’ puss-in-the-corner togother ever since we begun t' wear our hair in braids. “Does she run to form? Does she? Say, honest, I ain’t through yet pickin’ ! chiggers and burs that that sunny- ! mapped doll tossed at me from her There was a moment of cautious |ing” missions, undertaken, with dire-' lde o' the counter. circling; then they closed. The near- | ful threats in case of nonmlflllment.; by freight-sheds echoed to grunts and | at the breakfast table that morning, had a sudden, chilly feelin’ that I'd got #&@ The cook drew first blood on Tom's | nose, but a moment later he spat forth two of his front teeth. Then a bolt of lightning, or a cannon-ball, or & mule kick, or something of the sort caught him full on the jaw. | When the whole solar system had ceased to sparkle before his eyes and he scrambled weakly to his feet ag- other bolt of lightning—or was | HOUSEHOLD MOVING A= SPECIALTY Oak and Pine Wood Orders handled promptly. fhones: Office 109; Res., 57 Green 14-lnch shell?—caught him once more. Tom stooped and pulled the cook to his none too steady pins. “Now yer can buy me the feed. I'm bungry for a good feed,” sald he . - that brought me alongside the ribbon 'half«‘hoked oaths and thudding blows. | counter of the great department store, Four women were ahead of me at the counter. None of them appeared to know whether she wanted cerise or alice-blue ribbon. But they all seemed to be perfectly certain that the sales- girl, who had a great many puffs, an uptilted nose, and a certain self-pro- tecting manner of independence, was trying to put something over on them. Therefore they one and all spatted with her. The spats were unequal, because the salesgirl needed her job. After going over the entire stock all four of the women decided that they wouldn't buy any ribbon. -1 geen_you lamplp' them four “As soon as she opened her face I her wrong, and that she was goin' t’ add her monniker t' my list o' mis- takes in pickin’ em from their looks. “She had a voice that sounded like a creaky dumb-waiter comin’ up when the janitor is sore after one o' them reg'lar nights. Her volce was no more like her smile than a rubber plant is like a early lilac, and she was out for battle, murder, arson, and collectin® the insurance before she'd been 8quatted on the stool nine seconds. And all the time, get me, &hd wicked me just like the eye of a cam- era, and kept that smile workin' her dimples as if she was pullip' down eight-a-week, ' | I 1 191 =~ ) (B d es Tell fo BEST TO PEEHIFOGOPAPOLOHOD RBecome a C ware Phone No. 340 BOLEPPEPPOLOHOFOPTFOTOBD 1efnh't dolfars a minute for that stuff. { “She wanted t' match some mauve | baby-ribbon, and I had the thing that answered t' her sample under a micro- scope and a searchlight. Would she . see it? Not so's you could observe it | with the undraped optic. She told me, | gazin' at me with her homemade, mo- lasses-candy smile all the time, that | my goods had a greenish tint, and was , no more mauve than diluted water- . melon is Chinese yellow. . “Then she added that if I tried t | get a job as a brakeman in a freight- . yard I'd get the toss for color blind- | ness before I'd got more than one foot , into the examination room. “Smirkin’ merrily all the time, with ‘the dimples ripplin’ across her chart like little wavelets on a still pond, she !asked me how T had ever bunked a reg'lar store intuh stakin’ me t' a job that called for color-matchin’.” | (Copyright.) { WHY POPES NEVER PREACH Tradition of the Church, That Has Seldom Been Broken, Forbids Presence in Pulpit. | The preparation and delivery of ser- ) mons which impose such a heavy { burden of toil upon other ministers i of God have no terrors for the pope. for the good and sufficient reason that the traditions of the church forbid his preaching. Of all the many strange restrictions which hedge about a pope, one of the strangest is that he should not be al- ! lowed to preach. Only once in 300 years has a pope delivered a sermon, and that was under most exceptional circumstances in 1846, On the Octave of the Epiphany a celebrated preacher, Padre Ventura, was to have occupied the pulpit in St. Peter's, but was suddenly taken ill. To prevent disappointment to the vast crowd which had assembled Pius IX broke through the custom of ages, | and ascending the pulpit delivered a simple, homely sermon that perhaps impressed its hearers more than the finest eloquence might have done, be- cause of its uniqueness, A Russian Sentinel. The sternest ideal of military duty {s fulfilled by the Russian soldier, An illystration is given by an Eng- lish officer who has seen service in the East. On leaving an Armenian village, he passed a beautiful green valley, watered by a river that flowed between strong embankments. His Armenian servant told him that, after a great storm, the river had risen in such a flood that the persons living near the bank fled for their lives. There was a powder magazine near the river. The sentinel who was guarding it prepared to retreat, but the officers who were watching the scene from a mountain forbade him to leave his post. For an hour the sentinel struggled against the rising waters, clinging desperately to the lock of the magazine door, The water rose to his chin, and then the flood ceased. He was deco- rated by the government with the ribbon of some honorary order in rec- oguition of his heroic obedience. Irresistible. Some nations (of a remote world) | were very intent upon living at p?n(‘e: one with another—so intent that they PEEEPEREDDPDEOTE Lake Mirror Hotei MRS. H. M. COWLES, Prop. Under New Management. Refurnishedand thoroughly renovated, and everything Clean, Comfortable and First-class. Dining Room SeivicelUnexcelled. | Rates Reasonable. 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But incidentally to these martial preparations it was impossible to pre- vent war acquiring, potentially, new horrors, and when these numbered soveral the nations suddenly flew at one another’s throat. They laid it to a natural curiosity. “We simply had to try those new horrors out!” they explained to the astonished onlookers, who had been saying that there never would be an-| other great war. IDEAS IN THE NEW STOCKS Satin Collar and Cuff Sets Perhaps More Predominant Than Any of More Recent Styles. Satin collar and cuff sets are con- | sidered among the smartest effects. In some of the high-class models both : the collar and the cuffs are in unique . points. The collar portion is wired in the back to suggest the Medici. Flesh-colored satin sets are particu- larly smart. Satin, however, finds its greatest em- | ployment in the new ultra-high closed ( stocks. These are shown in black and ! in white or in black and white combi- nations, with severe tabs in the front, sometimes combined with fan plaits in the back. Perhaps the most interesting thing of all is the odd way in which these new stocks are worn. In days gone by their use was limited largely to a closed neck shirt or a severe tailored Now, however, they are worn with various V-neck waists, simply fastened around the neck, leaving the V portion bare. Thus the stock is rendered equally adaptable either for & low o1 for & close-neck waist ! Study the Child. Many of the supposed harmful de- slres and tendencles of childhood are to be not opposed and suppressed, but wisely guarded and exercised. There are in truth natural and necessary fac- ,tors of a continuous personal growth and experience, and it is only our ig- norance which hinders or prescribes their norma' develonment. The un- consclous cr.zes of parents against their own children constitute a terri- Ule list which rises up in condemna- tion of parental ignorance, stupidity #0d inhumanity.—Exchange, b BB B D To i S IO OO0 % ’ g (5] Office Phone 345 B.ack 207 to 216 Main St. PPOEQ204 Novel Means of Communicy, Wounded British soldier; - hands of the Germans haye novel way of communicating s familles and friends at homs subscribe small sums of n German Red Cross society, } of them have any cash t draft or sign a check to London and honored. On t the draft the banker is communicate the news of safety to his home. To thinks it is well worth a ¢ scription. New Phonograph, A New Jersey inventor ha a phonograph for use wit kinds of records, such as ' which the groove is late: ing, and those in which t tions are vertical, by supplyiy tion and communication terior of the sound conveyor Song and Addition, If soldiers be encouragei authorities to sing on the msn servants might be exhorted u their duties in the same w Laurence Gomme confesses t beginning of his official cares: to add up huge columns of f statistical purposes by the st cess of doing the task to thi Gregorian music, and he w| correct in his arithmetical res amples of the practice of p labor tasks to the accompa music could, Sir Laurence produced from all over the ¥ instances the case of the L iors who until 40 years ago| to be mulcted by their mats price of a pot of ale if the to groan rhythmically at & of the ram. Iceland a Happy Cour Iceland is not a rich ¢ also is far from being poe] en. Its parliament spends ] year in handling its affairs not a penny of debt. 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