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Children of the Heart By Rose De Witt Tresham XXX Io:ozotc’.o:o:os (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “Oh, Hugh Evans is easy,” boasted big fat Basil Drake. “He's a good fel- low, all right. He's friendly and ac- commodating. Too much so for his own good. Hasn't any ginger in him, though. Wish I could marry him off and see him settle down for life.” | Well might bluff, hearty, but in- tensely selfish Basil Drake speak in- dulgently and patronizingly of his cousin, Hugh Evans. Years before Drake had been a clerk of the senior | Evans. When the latter died he turned the business over to Drake. “All I ask, Basil,” he said, “is that you ' take care of my boy. Help him along until he can take care of himself, and if you feel like giving him a start in life, then, so much the better.” Now, Drake had done fairly well for this quasi ward, in his own estima-, tion. He had sent him to school and provided for him, but he found Hugh | & good helper about the store and had kept him ground down in a business ! way. Of late Mrs. Drake had inti- mated that she wished Hugh would find quarters elsewhere, not that she | disliked him, but the growing family | needed all the living room in the house. Hugh was a good man. When that | was 8aid, it covered the case. He was | honest, industrious, sympathetic and | kindly to all humanity. The Drake | system had in a measure tended to suppress ambition, but the mental and spiritual aspirations of the man were pure and strong. He was content to | remain in the humble situation fate seemed to have awarded him. As for the rest, truthfulness and earnest sen- timents of humanity for all his fellow creatures gave to Hugh that greatest of all blessings, a peaceful mind. It was towards the close of a fair spring day that Hugh, passing down" a squalid street in the poorer portion | | “Do It,” Chuckled Drake. of the town, paused to take in an un- usual scene that appealed powerfully to his warm, sympathetic nature. A small heap of wretchedly poor fturniture lay on the sidewalk, evident- 1y just removed from a two-room tene- ment. In its midst, wan, poorly dressed and evidently {ll, was a young girl of about eighteen. Tears filled her eyes and the look of blank despair in her tired face made Hugh's heart ache. A motherly looking woman with a brood of tattered children at her heels was trying to console the poor girl. Her efiorts seemed vain As she stepped aside Hugh spoke to her and asked her the occasion of the distressing scene. “Oh, sir, it’s pitiful,” broke out the genuine-souled creature. “She is IVy Moore. Her father, who was an old physician without a practice, died a month ago. She has been ill since and today they evicted her and the poor sticks of furniture you see She 18 crushed. Oh, she has had so little of joy In life that she is heartbroken! I asked her to make her home with us until she s strong and well, but she will not do it, knowing how poor we are dear soul!” “She must do just that” declared Hugh determinedly. “1 will give you fome money. You must see to it lpa( ske has care and food and nursing. “Pless you, sir! the poor creature beeds it,” and the woman went back to the girl and talked with her earnest- ly Hugh thrilled as the stricken crea: ture cast a glance of gratitude upon bim. Then, overcome, she sank back unconscious They took her into the rooms of the woman, who promised to care diligent- | Iy for her charge. Hugh gave her tome money. He told Drake the pitiful story of the girl when he got back to the store. “Humph! You must have money t0 throw away,” remarked his unfeeling | relative. “I say, you seem gone on her. 1knew her father. A respectable old ‘has been” Why don’t you marry her —that weuld solve the prablem of a ' some immense joke. sort of cancellation of all obligations Sweet, patient creature I mignt con. sider your suggestion.” “Do it,” chuckled Drake, “and Il A Mix-up in Overcoats “You mean that, do you?” interrupt- ed Hugh, rather grimly. ‘I 4n—ha! ha! Sure, I do!” guffawed Drake, as though he was enjoying You give me a and the property I have in mind you shall have.” “That’s generous of you, Basil,” said Hugh, in his usual way of humility. He never forgot the evening, one week later, when Ivy, nursed back to strength and hope, listened to his sim- ple appeal. “I am a lonesome man, you are a lonesome girl. 1 offer you a home. I think we could be very happy to- gether.” “Oh! If I could think you would not tire of me—I, so poor, so unused to love and tenderness! 1 could slave for you and be happy in the merest hut,” she said. Basil Drake, in his coarse way, laughed uproariously as, a month before the wedding, he took Hugh to see “the house and lot.” A narrow strip of land two hundred feet wide, half a mile in length, lay between the hills. Once there had been a house there. It had been burned down. All that was left was a substantial but rough tool house. “There's your house and lot, just as I promised,” he said. Hugh winced, but he said quietly: : "Thank you. I think I can make it 0.2 & He set at work to make the big roomy shell comfortable. One day while he was hard at work a stranger came to him. “I understand you own the valley strip here clear to the next section line,” he remarked. That's right,” replied Hugh. “Got a deed to it?" “A week ago, all clear and record- | ed.” “We are surveying for a district sewer system,” explained the man. *I represent the county board of im- provements. Your land has a natural slant and could be utilized without excavating. Would you sell?” “Why, I suppose I would,” answered ARERASARIREABEALABAAIAL A happy man was Clyde Brewster, at his happiest when the girl he loved, May Worthington, was by his side. She was in that delightful situation now, as they left the train which had carried them from their home suburb to the city. They were passing with the crowd down the platform to the exit when, suddenly, a bright-faced, petite young lady, loveliness and grace in her every movement, ran up behind Clyde, reached her arms across his shoulder, blinding him by pressing both of her pretty hands over his eyes and, her own full of mischief, called out: “Guess who!” May stared, the crowd grinned, some silly girls giggled to the in- tense mortification of May. Her es- i cort struggled free of the imprisoning hand. He faced the girl. She flushed crimson, darted away and was lost in the crowd. There were significant smiles all about. May bridled up. stony-faced, till Clyde actually shivered. He hur- ried her to the street. “Who was that—audacious crea- ture?” iterated May, icily, resentment and suspicion in her tones. “I never saw her before. Don't you see it was all a mistake? ah!” cried Clyde in a relieved tone, “it's the overcoat!® “Really?"” spoke May, dubiously, but her face brightened. “Why, of course,” declaimed Clyde, with extraordinary energy and earnest- ness. “How palpable! Here, yester- day evening, some man took my over- coat from the train rack, as I told you. He is probably a commuter, like my- self. From some papers in this coat, Hugh. “T've considered the land, 80 | which I have had to wear, and which, low and narrow, rather valueless,| 5q you see, is of smmnfg pattern f but—" g 8 3 have secured his office address and will get my garment back. That girl undcubtedly took me for this Payne— yes, that is the name on his card— Roger Payne.” May was pacified. Then, later, she faced a discovery that was a wild, de- structive tornado in its nature. If Clyde had known of it he would have gone all to pieces. Innocent, faithful, but guileless lover, he left May to go in search of this Roger Payne. As he “I can offer you five thousand dol- lars,” said the man. Hugh was dazed. It seemed as if the coffers of Croesus had been sud- denly set at his disposal. “I'lI—-T'll take it,” he all but gasped. a wild, joyous vision of a little two thousand dollar rose-embowered cot- tage nearer town filling his vision. Then he signed a contract to ac- cept five thousand dollars for the strip of ground, the “house and lot” shrewd, calculating Basil Drake had “put over upon him."” Drake looked chagrined and mad when he learned of the transaction. One glorious evening, that of their plain, simple wedding day, Hugh Evans led his bride to the little cottage of | which he was the proud owner. “Oh, Hugh!" she breathea ecstat- ically, as he led her up the path to the rose-glorified home, “this is not ours “Ours, my dear, yours and mine,” he said She put her loving arms about his neck. The blue heavens seemed to smile down upon them. Then, true children of the heart, they passed the humble portal of what was to them the most beautiful palace in all the wide, wide world “Blue Stockings.” The name, “blue stockings,” as ap- plied to highly intellectual women, originated in England in the eight- eenth century Boswell tells of the origin in his “Life of Johnson." Some leading London women used to give evening parties for eminent literary men. One of the sought-after men of the time was a Benjamin Stilling- “Mr. Payne, | Assume?” entered the office of the latter he no- fleet, whose dress wa “remarkably | ticed his coat lying over the back of grave,” and who always wore blue | a chair. stockings. 1f he were late to a party “Mr. Payne, 1 assume?” he said, and as the other nodded in assent, Clyde udded: “I've got your coat and gloves and thought I'd come and get your hat, too!” The other met Clyde half way in a laughing exchange of the coats and a mutual explanation. Clyde went on his way, pleased over the episode. A “stunner” weleomed him as he reached his home that evening. It came in the shape of a formal, al- most stern communication from the mother of May. In a few well chosen words it informed Clyde that hereafter, by wish and sanction of May, his like a regular meal to Billy, who | permanecnt absence from lh(“\\'orlh« looked first at his mother and then | ington home was desired and insisted p o hostess in a puzzled way.|on. :“h:\?‘(borl‘;: t!:.('r:all to »a‘l’ and finally There was a line added to the loll'(‘r Ihll; with a little sigh, eriously lift- | that had & ing toit, as ‘lhf{l»ll)l \l.:m.:‘ ed flls glass and piate and spread out | an afte rthought. It runv. Ihl-. pr ft his napkin under them. His mother love letter of your hoyden acqua n(; wanted to know why he was doing | ance of the depot ca;\,nuul be returned, that, and Billy, glancing furtively at i as“n was destroyed. & e tle hostess, who appeared not to be Jealqun. still of lba"._ ":m (l;'lp um o noticing, whispered: * ! She for- ::(*d(raln. was the first thougl y i vde. got the tabl s i “But the love letter—what love let- Abgorlu:Sfle of the be added. mystified and dis- The latest attempt to determine the { absolute diameter of a l\\;m!)vr ot fixed stars 18 that of Signor Ferra r;{ of Termo, Italy, who publishes his | results in the Rivisita di Astrono s Among the stars having & measurea | ble parallax he estimates, from pho- tometric measurements th lanop}l? | is the largest, with a diameter fifty- one times as great as that of the sun. Other large stars, and the r:\?los of their diameters to that of the sun. it used to be said, “We can do noth: ing without the blue-stocking.” “Thus by degrees,” says Boswell, “the title was established.” It became classic in a poem by Hannah More, “Bas Bleu,” describing a Blue-Stocking club. 1 Billy Missed Something. My sister going to call one day on a school chum, took her little son along While there, the hostess gerved refreshments on a highly ‘pul- ished table, with only a centerpiece in the center of the table. It looked | | ter?" mayed. Next day he wrote to May. Letter returned, unopened. He tried to tele- phone her—receiver hung up. Then he heard. incidentally, that the Worthing- tons were preparing to go off to a sum mer resort. His hopes and his appe- tite failed him. He could mot sleep. The third day he was walking deject- edly along the street when a hand clapped him heartily on the shoulder. Clyde turned to face Roger Payne, Door homeless- girl reeding a friend?” Hugh Hushed to the roots of his Ratr, but le said, with dignity: “U 1 fdt myself worthy of that] Sustaning Moral Energy. The mor] energy of nations, like that of indviduals, is only sustaied by an idealhigher and stronger than they are, t¢ which they cling firm!y When they fej their courage STOWing Weak—Hem Bergson We Gnquered Nature. Sawed-Off Sermon. When a young widow takes a young man into her confidence, he is up against the worst kind of a confidence 5flme'flhdmnuph!‘s News. popular Russlan Beverage. A popp:lu drink among the peas ts of Russia is called quass. Itis | mad uring Warm Wwater over i rye :r hbylr!‘:: meal, It is a fermented [ liquor and is very sour, but has Jeen | used for years by these poverty stricken peopie. ————— — Tommy's Costly Victory. Mrs. Bacon—"What's the matter with Tommy's face and hands? They are badly swollen.” Mrs. Egbert— “Yes, gentmen,” sal S5t “the gtund we walk © x‘u under wter” “Well” “It simply gds to show that €'t hold thif country down.” d the geolo n Was | Youth replied therefore, let us 80 Datriotic yung man of the party, Dally Thought. “You see, they offered a prize at his comes but once i & lifetimey school for the boy who would bring in Why, ah! | & Arcturus, 10.4 Pol- the girl who had bluzd!olfied him at are: Castor, : \: Vega. 6.5. Such | the depot hauging on his arm. ! lux, 8.7; Ca la, § {2y pighly | “Miss Lansing’ introduced Payne | determinations are of course. HETE | hon't look confused. She has told me | s the reply. | preblematical [ i | i — | e | | all about her mistake at the depot. How are you? 1 must say you look dejected and worried.” “Reason to be,” muttered Clyde. “I've had nothing but bad luck since the day we exchanged coats.” “That s0?” replied Payne. “Tell me about it,” and Clyde recited his dolor- ous story. The eyes of Miss Lansing widened. Payne's fare wore a puzzled and then an enlightened look. He thrust his hand feverishly into an in- side pocket of his overcoat, that Clyde had been forced to wear for the space of about eighteen hours. His face was blank as an apparent search brought no result. “You careless man!” chided Miss Lansing, her eyes twinkling, although she waved a warning finger at him. “Is that all you think of me?” “S-sh! don’t mention it before our friend Brewster, here.” “He must know,” dissented Miss Lansing. “Mr. Brewster, I see clearly the cause of all your troubles. Please give me the address of Miss Worthing- | ton.” | “You are going—" began Clyde. | “To clear up everything. Roger, 1 will report at your office. Wait there till I return. Mr. Brewster, too. 1 think I shall have some happy news for him.” The impetuous sprite flitted away on | her mission. An hour later she was | ushered into a room in the Worthing- | ton home, where May sat. “You—you!” began May, arising with flashing eyes as she recognized the young lady whom she suspected of being the cause of all her unhappiness and grief. “Yes, 1 have come from Mr. Brews- ter,” announced Miss Lansing boldly. “There has been a dreadful mistake | and 1 have come to you to explain it.” “None is necessary. 1 wish no fur- ther communication with Mr. Brews- ter,” said May, severely, but at the point of tears. “I ghall change your mind,” declared Miss Lansing. “My dear”—\lay looked positively tige -—“Mr. Brewster is just the truest, most innocent of lov- ers and his heart is nearly broken at the results of your frightful mistake.” ‘Mine!” gasped May, frantically. “Yes, dear. It is the exchange of those two overcoats that made all the trouble. A w ago Mr. Payne, whom I am to marry iu two weeks, asked me to send him a little love note to cher- ish. I did so. [t was in a pocket of his overcoat, and when Mr. Brewster ; called on you it must have fallen out.” “Oh! Are you sure? Are you sure this is really true?” besought May, in tears now. “Never fear, dear, it will all be proved to you. You poor, foolish girl! Send for this fond lover of yours be- fore he goes wild with all his trou- bles.” “Here she comes!” announced Payne to distracted Clyde, two hours later. “Well, my dear?” he interro- gated his flancee. “She is expecting you,” said Miss Lansing to Clyde. “You mean it!"” he cried, springing to his fect with almost an exultant cry. THE OAK'S MESSAGE By DONALD ALLEN. ight, 1915, by the McClure N per Syndicate.) Miss Irene’s Aunt Cynthia lived on and ran a farm. She was a hard worker and a strong-minded woman, and she had married almost without love, and certainly without romance. Her neighbors said she was hard- hearted and a driver, and seemed ut- terly without pity, but they were mis- taken. She had loved her brother John, and when his only child drove . up to the gate she took her in her ' arms and said: “You poor child, you, but you shall have a home with me for life, and I will be a kind mother to you!” The lapse of time is the remedy for { all our griefs. After three months had passed Miss Irene was like her | laughter in the house. A quarter of a mile below Aunt Cynthia’s farmhouse, and near the | highway, was a giant oak tree. The tree, and it was a landmark to be seen for miles and miles. Miss Irene had sat and gazed at that towering tree for an hour at a time, but it had never occurred to her to make a closer acquaintance until one afternoon when she had a reply to indite to the letter of a girl chum. She would do her writing at the foot of the old oak tree. As the girl drew nearer and near er to the old cak the more it ap- pealed to her, and when at last she reached it she stood with awe in her heart. More than a hundred years they said, and it had been buffeted by hundreds of gales. “Chatter’! Chatter! Chatter!"” It was a gray squirrel up the trunk a few feet and looking at the girl, de- fying her to come nearer. plunged into the bushes The squirrel whisked around to the other side of the tree. By this time she had reached the trunk and passed around it the squir- rel had made his way to the highest limb. The girl found something else, however—something that perhaps noc knowledge of. At the height of her chin was a cup or hollow that would hold a quart of water. It was a wound that the tree had received in some way years before, and the bark had grown again on all sides to leave a hiding spot. The hand that was thrust in felt and drew out a small quantity of dead leaves, but it was too low down for safety, and no wild thing had pre-empted it for @ nest “Why, it might be turned into a post office!” mused the girl. And instead of writing to her girl chum she wrote: “A maiden who lives near here is waiting for her Sir Knight to come and bear her away." “There!” was haif deflantly ex- claimed as thLe note was deposited in the cup. As Miss Irene got up to wander through the woods a bit and go home, the squirrel descended a few feet and seemed to call out: “Silly! Silly! Silly!” “Of course it is,” said the girl in reply, “and I'll come back tomorrow and tear it up. There are no Sir Knights any more.” Next day Miss Irene went back to the old oak and took her note from the post office and read it with a sigh and a blush. Two or three times she started to tear it up, but held her hand and finally restored it to the cup. And days and weeks and months passed away, and the girl did not re turn to the old oak tree. She tricd to content herself with looking at it from a distance. It was a young girl romance, and she had a right to keep it locked in her breast. One afternoon the gray squirrel was chattering away as he cut circles around the trunk of the old oak. There was nothing to make him afraid. There was no other gray squirrel in the woods to dispute his right to the tree, as had been decided by battle. “Chatter! chatter! chatter!" A young man was passing auto. ‘Stop a minute,” he said to his chauffeur. “By George! that’s a fine old tree! And that's the first squirrel I've seen for years. I'd sure like hig head for an ornament.” He had a pistol in his pocket, and he drew it and approached the tree He was led around it as another had Jertainly,” nodded Miss Lansing in her sprightly way. “She has promised to come to our wedding."” “Oh, you are a magician!” cried the cverjoyed Clyde. He shook hands with both of them. He started up to rush away to his in- amorata, like some radiant schoolboy. He grabbed for his coat, as he thought. “Hold on there!" challenged Payne with a great, jolly laugh. “That's my coat!" Clyde dropped the garment in ques- tion as though it was red hot. “Trouble enough already from that, roared Payne. , but it's all mended now!” fair- ly cheered Clyde Brewster, and bound- ed for the street—and May! Primitive Fire-Lights. Many people believe that the orig- inal method of finding fire was by the simple friction of two pieces of wood. The “stick-and-groove” method, in which a blunt-pointed stick is run along a groove in a piece of wood ly- ing on the ground, is used by the Tahi- tians, who by this means can produce fire in a few seconds. The aborigines of Australia used a stick eight or nine inches long which they revolved with their hands on another flat piece, us- ing as much pressure as postible. Many improvements upon this simple method are found, as that on the principle of the carpenter’s brace used by the Gauchos of the South Ameri- can pampas; the Eskimos’ method of winding a cord round the drill, so as by pulling the two ends alternately to make it revolve very rapidly; the Sioux bow-drill, in which a bow with a loose ccrd is substituted for a sim- ple cord; and the pump-drill, familiar in English tool-shops, and used by the in an 4 been. Iroquois to generate fire. “Hello! Here is the old fellow's _— nest! 1 wonder if any of the family High or Low Forehead? Says Almost-Every-Woman to her beauty specialist: *“Do you consider my forehead high or low?” Both pairs of eyes are on the is at home." Very cautiously a hand was insert- ed. There might be teeth there await- ing it. No, there were only a few acorns and a bit of paper. old self again, and there was song and | | farmers spoke of it as the old olk‘ 1] | | | | | “But 1 will!” she laughed, as she, While the present Stock lasts we will name the following prices for SPOT CASH. WE NEED THE MONEY 12 Ib. Ideal Plain Flour - 24 |b. tdeal Plain Elour - 08 Ib. Ideal Plain Flour - $3.50 98 1b. Melf-Rising Flour - 4.00 Avbout 100 Barrels at these prices. Get your supply at once. Other Geoods at 2 Bargain E. 6. IWLIDELL FHONE 5¢ one in a thousand who passed it had | = smooth, white forehead with its frame “A maiden who lives near here—" of rippling hair mirrored in the The young man walked back to the cheval glass before them. road and stood looking at Aunt Cyn- “Well," replies the specialist, “a| ipia'a house a long time. Finally he high forehead is a sign of intellect and—' “Oh, mine is so high, is it not?" in- terrupts Almost-Every-Woman, meas- uring with scrutinizing eyes from eye- brow to hairline. “A low one,” continues the beauty doctor, “is a sign of beauty—" “No, really,” again interrupts- Al- most-Every-Woman, “really mine is said to the chauffeur: “We will go back to that house.” And from between the morning gloriés climbing over the lattice of the vernada Miss Irene peered out and saw him and knew that her Sir Knight had found her appeal and had come to answer it. Satisfaction in Work. now—oh, uu)fl‘hfl f’“:!' “nHt‘i'H}:' Al thinking men and women get isn't it?" eagerly, impatiently She | ¢pe main satistactions of life, aside questions. from the domestic joys, out of the productive work they do.—Charles W. Eliot. “Oui, oul, madame, very, very low, Opti Gocd ma BOOR: thev tic Thought. Or He Believes So. 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