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EESTESUSREURNASRAURRATERR | o (2at last interview. From her - tle room in the wing of the house : ] she had seen Tom seize Miss Ingleby's lEM hand and cover it with kisses; she jcould not tear herself away, even though the sight scorched her heart . B i.u:q though a burning hand were laid P Tre. Strim erself of Her thtle; She dreaded the evening meal Artifices to Save a Young | There were but three other guests 'at that season; her father and her oy { uldt l;: at a table facing Miss Ingleby, ! an m, who had boarded at the By FRANK FILSON. | hotel ever since their engagement. Surely Tom would spare her his pres- “Come here, girl; don't look at me as if I were a dragon!” DISCORDANT NOTES P By VICTOR REDCLIFFE, (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “I will never speak to Ruth Blinn again, never!” resolutely, almost spite- fully declared pretty but 1mpetyous Avis Morton. “I don't care.if she has been my best friend. She scan- Elsie went forward and looked at Miss Ingleby with an expression of % much mingled hatred and admira- tion that the elder woman flashed her white teeth and her eyes twinkled ex- actly as they did in the posters with which almost every hoarding in the United States had been decorated at one time or another. She went forward defiantly, but a moment later somehow she found that she was crying upon Miss Ingleby’s shoulder, while the singer caressed her and patted her hair gently. “80 I have stolen her beau away from her and she wants him back!” whispered Miss Ingleby. “Isn’t that 80, dearie?” Elsfe raised her head. mind if—if you meant to marry Tom,” she sobbed. “But I know you are only amusing yourself with him, | because Tom is much younger than | you.” | “How old are you, child?” inquired | Miss Ingleby. “Twenty,” said Elsie defiantly. | “And Tom?" “Tom is twenty-five. And you must be nearly thirty,” said Elste. “So I know you don’'t mean to marry Tom. And we were to be married at Christ- mas, and now—now he won't speak to me.” The match between Elsle Lennon and Tom Banks was approved by all Kentville, for Tom was a rising young business man of the town and Elsie’s father, old Major Lennon, who kept the summer hotel, had been one of the first settlers. And they had been sweethearts for years. Since the singer had come to spend a couple of weeks’ vacation, however.l he had had no eyes for poor little Elsie. He seemed fascinated by the older woman's bright eyes and witty “I shouldn’t ' “On Thursday Morning | WIll Give You My Answer.” talk, her mature ways and air of the world. “Never you mind; you shall have your Tom again,” whispered Miss Ingleby encouragingly. But it seemed a harder problem than Miss Ingleby had expected. She had not meant to lead Tom on. But a woman of the world often forgets that the light interchange of repartee and badinage may be the cut and thrust of mortal earnest to an inex- perienced young man. It was Tom who furnished her with her opportunity that evening when they sat together on the piazza. “Miss Ingleby,” he said, “I want to tell you something. You are going away on Thursday—but I don’t want you to go out of my life. You have made me love you—" “Love you!” she exclaimed. “Why, you are nothing but a boy!” “I am twenty-five,” he answered sul- lenly. “I know you may be a year or two older than I am. But where love exists age does not count. I—" “Mr. Banks, listen to me,” said the singer. “Do you think it the part of an honorable man to make love to one woman when you are engaged to another?” “No, I don't,” he cried. “But how can one help whom one loves? I am fond of Miss Lennon, but since I have known you that other love of mine has seemed tame and weak. I was only a boy when I became engaged— now you have made me a man.” “Will nothing I can say disillusion you?” asked Miss Ingleby despairing- Iy. “Nothing,” he answered. “When I lock at you you seem the incarnation of all beauty to me. I want you; I don't care for honor or duty; I want you.” Miss Ingleby rose up slowly. Her face was pale, her lips trembling. “On Thursday morning I will give ¥ou my answer,” she answered. That was Tuesday evening. Tom Banks lived in a fever of happiness during the following day. He could scarcely attend to the details of his business. His whole being burned Wwith a consuming passion for the beautiful singer. What though a few Years in age separted them—two, or three, or five at most? He had known of cases of greater disparity in which | bappy marriage had resulted. He did Dot think of Elsle at all. And she had been a silent witness Sustaining Moral Energy. The moral energy of nations, like | that of individuals, is only sustained i by an ideal higher and stronger than | €y are, to which they cling firmly | ¥hen they feel their courage growing | ¥eak—Henri Bergson We Conquered Nature. “Yes, gentlemen,” eaid the geolo- | Bt “the ground we walk on was | once under water.” “Well,” replied Patriotic young man of the party, simply goes to show that you e ®An't nold this country down.” ence that night. But his infatuation proved too strong for him. He en- tered and bowed coldly to her, nodded to the old major, who, absorbed in his | soup, saw nothing of the little tragedy, | and waited for Miss Ingleby to appear. ! And Elsie could not tear herself away, though she knew that each glance be- | tween them was like an arrow in her ! heart. The door opened and a woman came in. A gray-haired woman, with | wrinkles round her eyes and mouth, and pallid cheeks. She was dressed ! in a plain black suit of antiquated cut; she was just motherly-looking body of forty-odd years. The major | loked up and stared d. i “Who is that, Elsie?” he whispered, as she seated herself at Tom’s table. “Miss Ingleby!” stammered the girl in amazement. The rest of the meal was passed in absolute silence. Elsie's eyes took in | every detail of the incident. She saw tne expression of amazement that crept into Tom's eyes, saw him at- tempt to speak, choke, and at last rise and hurry from the room. And Miss Ingleby, brave Miss Ingleby who had stripped herself naked of her little artifices to save another woman, sat there unconcerned, the cynosure of all eyes, making a courageous show of eating untll the last course was served. Then she went to her room. There Elsie found her afterward. She understood that the elder woman had made atonement for her offense. There could be none greater than that. The dazzling beauty, the pride of the footlights, turned into a plain old woman to save an innocent girl's heart. “Why did you do it?” whispered Elsie. “Because,” answered Miss Ingleby slowly, “I was young once, and sweet and innocent—like you.” She kissed her good-bye and none of them saw her again. But on the Piazza Elsie found Tom, walking like a madman. When he saw her he came humbly up to her. “Elsie,” he said, “you know what | sort of a fool 1 have been. I suppose Wwe can never be the same to each other again, but if you will give me a chance—" “Perhaps we can be more, Tom,” she whispered. And she knew that from that moment hers would be the stronger soul; that the innocence of Youth had yielded to the knowledge of maturity; that the sheltering love she bore Tom was immeasurably stronger than the girlish adoration which was gone for ever. (Copyright, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) HEROES OF THE CANAL ZONE U. 8. Medical Corps Have Accom- plished Greatest Triumph Over Nature in History of World. The cost of preserving a man's health for one day In the Panama canal zone {s one cent. The expense of conducting the sanitary department of the canal zone has not exceeded $4,000,000 in the entire time of Ameri- can occupation, and it is seven years since the last case of yellow fever caused a death in the territory where formerly it was possible for 1,000 Chi- nese to die of that disease at a single camp. These were the statements made re- cently by Dr. Roswell Park, the phy- siclan who attended President McKin- ley, to the New York Herald, on Dr. Park's return to this city from an unofficial trip to the zome. “Nowhere and never in the worid's history,” said Dr, Park, “has there been such triumph of man over the j forces of Nature. This applies to dis- ) eagse puoducing agencies as well as to mechanical conditions. Let the public not forget when they think of the Panama canal that underlying the sur face of this enormous governmental work {8 the minute and painstaking investigation in the cause of disease, in the little laboratories where men are hidden from public observation and where they concern themselves with the study of disease germ and culture methods and the use of the | microscope, “And let them not forget also that the heroism displayed by those who have lost their lives in this sort of study s equal to any herolsm dis- | played upon the battlefleld or any-' where else. In fact, it {8 superior to it, because it concerns men giving deliberately, from stern conviction of duty toward others, and it is devoid of the glamor and applause which omer] men meet. “All praise, then, to the men like | just one line. | was a letter for Avis. dalized me when she spread the news that I was trying to catch Nelson Wade for a beau. Il write her a few stinging words that will settle her!” So Avis Morton hastily dashed off It read: “You need never come and see me again.” Just then the postman came. There She opened it. Her eyes brightened, her fair face flushed with pleasure. It was from the self same Nelson Wade of whom Avis was in fact thinking a good deal most of the time. It read: “I have something of great importance to say to you. May I call tomorrow eve- ning?” and Avis flutteringly guessed what the “something of great impor- tance” might be, and with little thrills permeating even the tips of her slim taper fingers, wrote the single line: | “I shall be very glad to see you." Just then from the kitchen her mother’s voice called her. Avis was too hurried—and happy—to think of revision of her informal two notes, not even of signatures. She hastily | bundled the brief missives into en- velopes, sealed them, addressed them. Her sister came through the room. “Here, Alice,” she called out, “just mail these, will you, dear? and buy yourself some bonbons with the change,” and she gave the letters and | a twenty-five cent plece to her spoiled, willing younger sister and hurried to join her mother, singing to herself. “I wish 1 hadn’t sent the letter to Ruth,” she reflected a few minutes later. “I've got all over my tift. 1 suppose it's—it's because I feel so [ “l will Never Speak to Ruth Blinn Again, Never!” friendly towards Nelson—I mean Mr. Wade,” and Avis hid her face in her hands for a moment, as the overpow- ering revelation rushed into her heart that she truly loved Nelson Wade. He was worthy of her in every sense of the word. Only recently he had started in business. His father had left him a vacant building on the main street of the town. There was room for another—scarcely directly there, for one Winsted had one two doors east Nelson, however, could not afford to let his own property stand idle, 8o he started up. Now Winsted had been “shining around” Avis, or rather trying to, for a long time. He was of a mean, jeal- ous disposition and he hated Nelson the first time he saw him in the com- pany of Avis. He hated him all the more flercely whern he saw the new store openea. Nelson was pleasant, patient, accom- modating. The better class of custo- mers had already selected him as their purveyor. Seeing his trade di mish, Wingted said hotly: “I'll put that tenderfoot out of bus- iness in a week!” Then he set to planning and plot- ting. He “ha-ha’d!” after a day’s so- journ in the rural districts in a cov- ered wagon B “I fancy I've got a hot pepper in store for Wade'!” he gloated The next morning Nelson went whis- | tling cheerily about his store, until a letter arrived. He knew it was from Dr. Walter Reld of the United States Avis. He had seen her handwriting army, and others who have sacrificed '\ oo, jig heart beat fast, his eyes themselves in the attainment of sparkled. He opened the envelope knowledge which is now the property . ..... jie scanned the single line of the world.” The Whistling Man. “I lfke the man who whistles at his work. That man I believe will go to heaven!” “Maybe; but that won't be the place where the busy men in his vicinity invite him to go.” What a Pity! “How long do you think it will be before the militant suffragettes com- mit murder?” “I don’t know, h\_n they are killing a lot of valuable time a8 it 18" —_— lar Russian Beverage. A p’:::l:r drink among the peas ants of Russia is called quass. Itis made by pouring Wwarm water over rye or barley meal. Itlsa fermented liquor and s very eour, dut has deen ! used for years by these poverty stricken people. R Daily Thought. Youth comes but once in & utodn; therefore, let us so enjoy it as to e still young when we are old.—Longf | written on a sheet of paper. “You need never come and see me again,” and Nelson gasped, turned pale, saw life and all its joys sudden- Iy vanish, and fairly fell against a F‘uflfll" barrel, overcome His helper, Will Daley, a bright brisk young fellow, wondered for the next hour what made “the boss act g0 dop Thea came a new blow. “It never rains but 1t pours!” groaned poor Nelson, as going to the ctreet door and glancing towards the ctore of his rival, he saw a big black 8awed-Off Sermon. ‘When a young widow takes a young man into her confidence, he is up against the worst kind of a confidence game.—Indianapolis News. Tommy's Costly Victory. Mrs. Bacon—“What's the matter with Tommy's face and hands? They are badly ewollen.” Mrs. Egbert— “You see, they offered & prize at his school for the boy who would bring In the greatest number of dead wasps, sad Tommy wom.” a stranger “in trouble.” lettered sign on a glaring background, ; reading, “Stock up now—eggs twenty cents a dozen!” Now eggs were a luxury just then and thirty cents would be cheap. There were half-a-dozen great tubs out- side of the Winsted store, filled to the brim with fresh looking hen fruit. “Twenty cents!” stared Nelson. “What does it mean?” i He soon guessed, when Daley told him that he had heard that Winsted had made the boast publicly that “he was going to run that interloper out of business, if it busted him!" Nelson roused up. His apparent turn down from Avis made his heart sink like lead, but he was a fighter. “How many eggs have we got in the store?” he asked of Daley. “Thirty dozen,” reported his helper a few minutes alter. “And Winsted has endless hun- dreds!” muttered Nelson. “All the same, put them outside and stick up a fifteen cent sign.” “Why, that's ruinous!” cried Daly. “Never mind. We'll keep up the fight while there’s any ammunition left,” declared Nelson It took his mind off from Avis, the active battle of the ensuing few hours, { and that was a good thing for Nelson, The whole town was excited. Every- | body came to buy eggs. Daley came | to Nelson finally. “Mr. Wade," he said, “we're all sold out but six dozen. I've a suggestion to make. You know I'm the deputy drillmaster of the Boy Scouts? They'll do anything to help me—whisper!” and Daley divulged a bright scheme under his breath. Now what Daley did was to provide every able bodied comrade in town with the money to buy a dozen of eggs of Winsted. These replenished Wade's stock so rapidly that Winsted was soon sold out. Nelson kept on selling until closing up time, while his rival, infuriated over “the cheap trick,” had probably learned a costly | lesson that he did not care to re- peat. But what was all the world to Nel- son beside Avis! The briskness of rivalry over and done with, his mind returned to the cld misery. But fate was weaving a new chain of circumstances for relief. Ruth had’ received a note. It said: “I shall be very glad to see you” Ah, a reconcil- fation! Avis was astonished at the appearance of Ruth, and then out came the note. Avis blanched as she comprehended a mistake. Then, as in the old times anew she cemented their old confidence and friendship by bursting into tears and telling how she had mixed the letters. “Oh, my dear, I'll soon adjust that!" pledged the sprightly Ruth. Nelson was up at daylight next morning. He could not sleep for his woe. Destiny must have led him past the Blinn home. Ruth rushed out. “Oh, Mr. Wade a letter for you.” She thrust the “right” letter sent to the “wrong"” person into his hand. “Why, what does this mean?" stam- mered the heart-broken swain. “Can’'t you read it?” demanded Ruth. “Yes, but—" “It was intended for you and sent to me. The one you got—but that wasn’t meant, for Avis and I had a little tift.” And then Nelson Wade went home, his step lightened, his heart throbbing with sore happiness. And that evening he told Avis what he thought of her, and the next day sent to the city for a diamond ring. CREDULITY COMMON TO ALL No Rumor 8o Unreasonable That Somebody Cannot Be Found Who Will Believe It. Credulity is a characteristic of more people than one would believe at first thought about it. Not a rumor can be 8o unreasonable but someone gives it credit. However well known a man may be for his uprightness and ability, let a hint of something derogatory be made and there are those to believe it and enlarge and spread the tale. These are the people on whom un- scrupulous promoters grow fat. They believe the best story told them about “the grandest investment known,” the “sure thing,” and all their savings go into it. When all 18 irretrievably gone, they cunnot understand how it could be, when “he told me so and 80.” It is these people who buy gold bricks or put themselves out of their way to change a $20 or a $100 bill for For, in spite of all warnings, there are those who still do this. Credulity is exhibited in the belief In myths, in omens and prophecies, in dreams and visions. How many intel- ligent persons refuse to be one of thir- teen at table, tremble if they spill salt, see a sign in it if they find a pin or a horseshoe on their walks Many profess not to believe in signs, yet act as if they did. Few have not some pet superstition or individual belief in the supernatural. Why do we go on putting some things beyond the pale of our experience and common sense, believing the same kind of thing we think others foclish for thinking of ?— Milwaukee Journal Prehistori: Man in Australia. At the recent meeting of the Brit. ish association in Australia Profes- sors Edgeworth David and Wilson de- scribed a completely mineralized hu- man ekull found near Warwick in the Darling downs of Queensland It probably dates from a period when the great fossil marsupials were still living and is earlier than any other human remains hitherto found in Aus tralia —Scientific American Or He Believes So. Every bachelor is a hero to some married woman.—Smart Set Truth and Duty. Truth waits on duty. If we do not live up to what we already know, of what use to give us more truth? “Every duty we omit,” says Ruskin, she cried, “T've got | THAT DG TWEEDLE By MAY ELLSWORTHY. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) One morning I came downstairs to find the dining room in confusion, the silver gone, and Mrs. Briggs in a faint beneath the table. Upon the floor sat the woolly dog, looking at me reproachfully, as if to say: “You're | a nice sort of householder, to let bur- | glars come in the night and stuff me 8o full of delicacies that 1 can't eat | any breakfast.” That is the sort of dog Tweedle was. He was the most useless dog I ever knew. All he could do was to run round, eat, and utter his shrill little bark. One day he came to me with a | ball of blue yarn in his mouth. A | | thread stretched into invisibility at | the end of the garden. Presently ” saw somebody coming across from un- | der the peach trees. It was the girl | who lived in the house behind the ! garden. Sometimes I would see her she was dressed in white and had blue eyes, and she was holding the | end of the wool. “Oh, please, your dog has taken my skein,” she said tremulously. | After that it seemed easter to make | the girl's acquaintance. Sometimes I would venture to sit beside her under | the trees. We found we had a lot to talk about, but our meetings generally lapsed into silent ones, and yet we both felt perfectly satisfied with them. She introduced me to her mother and | brothers, but I paid them little atten- tion. I used to think a lot about the w'glrl. and 1 was glad she was fond . of Tweedle. I had to go West for six months | to settle up an estate. I told the girl. She looked at me with a sort of in- quiry in her eyes. So I explained how sorry 1 was to go, and that it was unavoldable. I was not going to rent the house, though, and—would she take care of Tweedle, since she seemed fond of him?" She looked at me very strangely. “Is that all—all you want of me?" she asked. “I wouldn't dare to ask more of | you,” T answered. | “Yes—TI'll take him,” she whispered, | and, turning suddenly, ran into the | house. I fancled she was crying. ‘When I went to say good-by I was told she was indisposed, but she sent word that she would take care of Tweedle. 1 was a whole year in California, be- cause the business had more ramifica- | tlons than I had expected. I thought a good deal about the girl, and won- dered how Tweedle was getting along. | When I got back to Montclair the i house was closed. I was sorry—I | missed the girl and Tweedle. I had no more business in the city. I spent all my time in my home. 1 found I was moping. One day Mrs, | Briggs told me that it was said the | house was going to be opened up | again. That was correct; a man and woman came to live in it. Two days | later I saw the girl under the peach trees. 1 went over to her. She was surpriged to see me. “We have just come down for a week to arrange about the sale,” she sald. “We are living in Washington. Did you want Tweedle?” “No,” I answered, “but I want you. i T have missed you. I never knew—" She interrupted me. “You should have told me before,” she said. “I | have been mafried three months now But 1 think—" hysterically—"you had | better have Tweedle.” “No, thank you, I don't want to see | Tweedle,” 1 replied. That is all I re- member of that interview, except that [ a man’s voice was calling somewhere i behind the peach trees. Two or three years passed. I had bought the old house and lived there. Somehow I liked to assoclate it in my mind with the girl who had walked | among the peach trees. T liked to sit under the peach trees when they were blooming. I was seat- ed there one day in early May, when (Isaw a ridiculous little black, woolly | dog come through the gate. The crea- ture seemed to recognize me, and be- gan frisking about my knees. When 1 stood up my knees were shaking, be- cause I was looking at the girl who | had sat where 1 was sitfing now. “So it was you who bought this place?” sald the girl. “Yes,” I answered, looking at her in wonder. She was changed a good deal; not in features or figure, but | spiritually, 1 thought. “Why did you buy it?" asked the girl. “1 wanted to think of you. You see, 1 learned too late that I—had loved you.” “And I never thought you loved me," answered the girl. “That was why 1 married—because I felt too wretched to let my thoughts dwell on you. You gsee, I was so simple—it never oc- curred to me that I could think of you after 1 was married to another man.” “But you have?” I cried. The peach-tree girl's head drooped down, and | saw two tears trembling upon her eyelashes. And then—well, I forgot that she was married. She raised ber head. “My husband died a year ago,” she sald. “He was killed in an accident. We were un- happy. [ did not know that people could be unhappy after they were married.” “They can't!” [ cried triumphantly. “Not when they are really married. That was only a dream, my dear. The real life is just going to begin.” “Our life?” she whispered. “Ask Tweedle,” [ replied triumph- antly, | Optimistic Thought. Gocd manazemert 18 better than & g00d 1uecoly Botanical Divisions. A teacher in a Woodland avenue school asked the other day: “How many kinds of flowers are there?” “obscures some truth we might have known.” This is just, and we can- not resent it. To do the duty that lies next us is the only way to take a step toward larger vision. Three pupils held up their hands. She chose one to reply. “Well, Isidore, bow many kinds of fiowers are there?™ ! “Three, teacher.” “Indeed? And what are they?” “Wild, tame an’ collie.”"— Cleveland Plain Dealer. While the present Stock lasts we will name the following prices for SPOT CASH. 12 Ib. 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TWLEDELL FHONE 59 We have alw; policy, in fact, consider it the foundation of our success in selling Your Lumber and Building Material PHONE 76 STATE RIGHTS. | solemnly belleve that our po- litleal system I8 In Ats purity, not only the best that ever was formed. but the best posxible at can be devised for us It Is nly one by which free states, so populous and wealthy and occupying so vast an extent of territory, ean preserve thelr liberty Thus thinking, 1 can not hope for a better Having no hope of a better. 1 aan o con vative, and because 1L am a ervative | am a state rights man. 1 bel that 1n the rights of the states are to be found the ouly effectual means of checking the overaction of this government, to resist its tend ency to concentrate all power here and to prevent a departure from the g of one, to restore the gov to its original stmplicity and pu rity.~John C Calhonn THEOCRITUS, Demeter, rich in fruit and rich In grain, may this corn be easy to win and fruitful exceedingly. See that the cut stubble faces the north wind or the west; 'tis thus the graln waxes richest. They that thrash corn should shun the noonday sleep. At noon the chaff parts easlest from the straw. As for the reapers, let them begin when the crested lark 1is waking and cease when he sleeps, but take holiday In the heat. Lads, the frog has a jolly life. He is not cumbered about a but- ter to his drink, for he bas lig uor by him unstinted. Boll the lentils better, thou miserly steward. Take heed lest thou chop thy fingers when thou art splitting cumin seed.—Songs of the Reapers To Avoid Wasting Feathers. When emptying feathers from one pillow to another, sew the opening of one pillow to another and you will not waste feathers. , We Allow No Lumber to Encumber Our lumber vyard, but good lumber. defective piece of lumber is sent to the discard, in this yard. 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