The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 24, 1916, Page 4

E SEATTLE STAR NORTHWEST (TH LRAGUE or Nmrwsrarhas Telegraph News Service of the United Press Assoc Entered at Seattle, Wash, Postoffice as Second-Class Matt Mail, out of city, a6 on; 6 Ry a month home Mato epartments mos. $1.90; y 600, UNCLE SAM'’s\financial advisors are really seriously considering the proposition of the United States guarantee- ® new Carranza loan, they might as well dismiss the forthwith, for the American people will not stand for ¢ do not ordinarily indorse the notes of our enemies, ficwlarly if we know them to be absolutely void of sense Moral obligation in financial matters. ersdaza has no warrant, considering his attitude for ‘Past two years, to ask a favor of Uncle Sam. Mexico $ bankrupt in the worst kind of a way—a moral way. The and bonds of the National Railroad of Mexico guar d by the government, are worthless, default having been in the payment of both principal and interest. Mexico flooded with a dozen different kinds of fiat money, all iWeless. Every ruler for a day has issued his own par ff currency and forced it on the public. His successor promptly repudiated and outlawed it. Just days ‘ a few Carranza promulgated a decree declaring void all cur-| Money issues except his own. Some of this outlawed was put out by legally constituted authorities of the fiean government and should be a sacred obligation of State. But Mexico recognizes no obligation. The people of the United States would doubtless respond fally to an appeal to their charity for funds to feed the ing people of Mexico. Few men would oppose a govern- appropriation for that purpose. But to guarantee the of an ingrate, to furnish money to purchase guns to be d against our own soldiers; to supply Carranza with to carry out his scheme of self-aggrandizement, No! lutionary France went out to defend her new-found y, equality, and fraternity” against a world of kings. France’s war in defense of the republic developed into a if of conquest under Napoleon. At the beginning of the 20th century, in 1914, Germany d out on a war tending to spread her “kultur” to other nd In reverse order, it seems possible that this war of Onguest may develop into a defense of Germany’s socialized ency against a world of individualism 'Tho France was defeated, her enemies were compelled opt, to a degree, France’s system of popular constitu- jonal government, and, clearing away the junk of feudalism id serfdom, to permit a better social order, the modern Pitalist system, to arise in Europe 10 Germany may be defeated, already her enemies are ing Germany’s system of vocational education, universal training, government ownership of public utilities, "social insurance for the workers, which is the basis of y's wonderful achievements. for Goose or Gander ENATE CHAIRMAN STONE of the foreign relations committee is becoming alarmed over prospects of a fu- e industrial war of the nations. He isn’t worrying over he dumping of cheap goods or cheap labor upon us, after the var; but fears that the boycott of the entente allies, decided n in respect of Germany, Austria and Turkey, may be ex- ed to the United States, which will undoubtedly be a trade competitor than even Germany. Well, a good m4ny of us are shrieking for higher tariff r If we teach the foreigner that walls are good things, @ shouldn’t complain when he goes to building walls of own, “ lar Education g NE of the most noteworthy, but little mentioned, con- trivances in use in the hospitals at the war front in is the electro-magnet. These are so powerful that they a bullet from a wound almost instantly. A rifle ball the leg, or arm, which does not fracture a bone is now con id but a trifle and the wounded man is shortly back in This accounts for the large number of soldiers reported only slightly wounded. 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CO., CHICAGO | pao none DOOD AKAMAI OKIE | | Next Week pew | BY KATE TRIMBLE 8 __| SRR TTT TTT TIENTS r $3.50 | CHAPTER 1 | Peaceful Hart Ranch T WAS somewhere in the ‘70s ] when old Peaceful Hart woke to & realization that gold hunt ing and lumbago do not take kind | ly to one another, The house stood cuddled against a rocky bluff high it dwarfed the whole ranch when one gased down from the rim, A great spring | gurgled out from under a huge |howlder just behind the house, whore Phoebe, his wife, apent long hours in cool retirement on churn ing day Peaceful Hart must have had a streak of poetry somewhere hid lden away in his silent soul. He} | built a pond against the bluff, and) let the big spring fill ft full and) seek an outlet at the far end, where ft siid away under a little stone bridge. He planted the pond |with rainbow “trout, and on the jmargin a rampart of Lombardy poplars. Rehind them grew a small jungle of trees—catalpa and locust among them—a jungle which surrounded the house, and in summer hid ft from sight entirely | A tight picket fence shut in that} tribute to the sentimental side of Peaceful’s nature, Outstde the fence dwelt sturdier, western realities, Once the gate swung shut upon the grove, one blinked in the garish sunlight of the plains. There be gan the real ranch world, and still \farther the desert. . . . | There is @ saying that the only |good Indian {* a dead Indian. In| the very teeth of that, and in spite of the fact that he was neither very good, nor an Indian—nor in any sense “dead’—men called Grant Imeen “Good Indian” to his face. Because his paternal ancestry went back to no one knows where among the race of blue eyes and fair skin, the Indians repudiated re lationship with him. Because old Wolfbelly himself would grudgingly admit under pressure that the mother of Grant had been the half- caste daughter of Wolfbelly’s sister, white men remembered the taint) when they were angry, and called) jhim Injun. | Phoebe Hart had mothered him/ along with her own five sons, from | the time when his father had) |sickened and died in her house, leaving Grant there with 12 years) behind him, {fo his hands a dirty canvas bag of gold coin so heavy he could scarce lift it, which stood for the mining claim the old man had just sold, and the command to Invest every one of the gold coins tn schooling. Phoebe had taken him Ilterally.) And Grant had learned books and jother things not mentioned tn the| curriculums of the schools she sent him to—and when the bag was re- ported by Phoebe to be empty, he! had returned with inward relief to the desultory life of the Hart ranch and {ts {mmedtate vicinity. He rode, hot and thirsty and tired, from Sage Hill one day and found Hartley empty of interest. Even the beer he tried left upon his outraged palate the unhappy memory of insipid warmth and great bitterness, He stared sourly at Pete Hamil- ton, owner of the little store, who} was apathetically opening hat} boxes for {napection of an Indian in @ red blanket'and frowsy braids. There was a swish of skirta and a young woman entered. She was bareheaded, and carried a door key suspended from a bit of wood. “Don't get into @ perspiration making up the mall, Pete.” she ad vised calmly, quite ignoring both Grant and the Indian. “Fifteen is) an hour late—as usual.” By then was leaning with| both elbows upon the counter be |nide the postoffice—Pete was post-| }master as well as storekeeper |bored beyond words—to judge from |her tone. “L wish you weren't so old, and hadn't quite so many china, Pete,” she complained. “I'd inveigle you into a flirtation, You see how des. perate | am for something to do!” “Let me make you acquainted with my friend, Good In—er—Mr. Imsen.” Pete considered that he was behaving with great tact. “This is Miss orgie Howard, the new operator.” He twinkled his iittle eyes at her maliciously. " . he ain't got but one chin, and he's only 2% years old.” He felt that the Inference was too plain to be ignored Good Indian looked straight past the girl, and scowled at Pete. “Pete, you're mentally incapable of recognizing the line of demarca tion between legitimate persifiage and objectionable familiarity. An ignoramus of your particular class| ought to confine his repartee to un qualified affirmation or the nega tive monosyllable.” Whereupon he bowed to Miss Georgie Howard, and stalked out. “T guess that ought to hold you for a while, Pete,” Miss Georgie approved under her breath. “ ‘You're mentally incapable of recognizing the line of demarcation between legitimate peralflage and objection- able famillarity.’ I'll bet two bits you don’t know what that means,| Pete; but it hits you off exactly.| Who is Mr. Imsen?” She got no reply to that side, things were happening. Briefly, Grant had inadvertently stepped on a sleeping dog's paw— ja dog of the mongrel breed wht infests Indian camps, and which had attached {tself to the blanket- ed buck inside, The dog awoke jwith a yelp, and straightway fas- |tened its teeth in the leg of Grant's trousers. Grant kicked it loos jand when it came at him again, he |swore vengeance and mounted his horse in haste. | He cofled his rope, and, while |the dog was ctreling warily for a.a-| {other chance at him, dropped the loop neatly over its front quarters, and drew it tight Saunders, a bandy-legged indi vidual, who was officlally a gen- eral chore nin for Pete, but who| did little except He in the shade, reading novels or gossiping, awohe then, ind, having a reputation for tender-heartedness, waved = his| arms and celied aloud in the name| of pener “Turn him loose, [hotles crit oughta be ashamed animals that can't fi Oh, can't he?” grimly “That dog, Viney dog. Viney heap Iikum, You no killum, Good she | Out 1 tell yuh! like that abusin’ nt ant A you] dum) | back! | laughed A Novel «Amazing Grace” STAR—MONDAY, JULY 24, 1916. OCOD! HARBER PAGE 4 002090209090 0 CE IOC OKIE OL a AL SAPRONTM Outbursts of EverettTrue OUT OF THIS STUFFY ELEVATOR WIth THAT SICKENING STENCH ! ir You HAVE To SmoKe Turkish Ci@ArRers, CuMme THE STAIRS Injun.” The Indian stood upon the porch watching calmly the fun. "Viney all time heap mad, you killum,” he added indifferently. Sure it tsn't old Hagar's? No b'longum Hager—b‘longum Viney. Viney heap likum Grant hesitated, circling errat- feally with his victim close to the steps, “All right, no teachum lessor tho. Viney b bueno squaw—heap Itkum Viney.” | He turned, te og bis horse| with the spurs. With one leap, it} was off at a sharp gallop, up over) the hill and thru the sage brush to} where he knew the Indian camp! must be. Old Wolfbelly had but that morn- | ing brought his 30 or 40 followers to camp in the hollow where was a spring of clear water—the hollow which had for long been known locally as “the Indian Camp,” be cause of Wolfbelly’s predilection for the spot Without warning, Grant charged over the brow of the hill and Into camp, scattering dogs roses, and squaws alike ae he rode. Grant pulled his restive stand before a group of screeching squawe, a laughed outright at the panic of them. “Hello, Viney I brought back your dog,” he drawled. “He tried} to bite Sleeping, Turtle tell | me him Viney dog. Me iMkum| Viney, me no kill Viney dog.” | Without waiting to see whether | Viney approved’ of his method of {ning her dog, he wheeled ar rted off in the direction of | the trall, which led down the bluff to the Hart ranch he toa CHAPT 1 Old Wives’ Tal Down the winding trail straggied nketed half-dozen of old Wolf- The Hart boys were assembled at| the corfal. Wally caught sight of} the approaching blotch of color,and| dog—Viney dog—heap dragum thru wage brush—dog all time cry, no can get away-—me thinkum kill that dog, Squaws cry—Viney ery Good Iajan"-—Hagar paused here for greater effect—Good Injun, hee eap kay bueno! At the last ber voice was bigh and tremulous with anger "Good my boy butter Indian Wally mebbyso all same Phoebe gave the a vicious slap. Me heap Good Indian No drunk hesitated, knowing well the bilities of her foster son mebbyso catchum dog. Grant all same my boy.” “Wally boy, heap bueno,” Hagar said; and her malicious old face softened as she spoke of him. “Jack bueno, mebbyso Gene bueno, mebbyro Clark, mebbyso Donny all time bueno. Good Injun Grant all time debbil!” There was « sudden chech Magar's shrewish clamor. love to The lequaws stiffened to immobility and |itstened stolidly. Off somewhere singin, my girl olce Ww “That plained. “Where ketehum yo" girl?" Hagar forgot her petulance, and became curious Me ketchum ‘way some up. My mother’s sister's have one girl, ‘way off where come up. My mother’s sister's die, his wife all same die, that mebbyso heap sad; no got mother. Me send one let ter, tell that girl come, be all time my girl.” Hagar’s lip was out-thrust again “Yo! ketchum one girl, mebbyso yo’ no more Iikum my boy Wally Kay bueno.” “Heap ke all my boys jus’ samo,” Phoebe hastened to assure her Huh!" Hagar chose to remain agonistic What name yo’ girl?” Viney tn posed hastily Phoebe ex sun boy sun boy girl ant no got father, | FOO OOOOOE JOxbNIe Cop Lain By B. M. Bower MWO0OOIORIOORS JOXICIL A Novel A Week! 1017, s by Te Ma, RE a getting slowly upon her and grenting a command to the others. With visible reluct ance Lucy and Viney rose also |hitched their blankets Into place 1 vanished, woft-footed as they had com “Oooo!” Fovadna stared at the vlace where they were not, “Wild Indians—1 ihought the boys we just teasing when tney said so and {t'# really true, Aunt Phoebe?” They're no wilder than you |are,” Phoebe retorted impatiently Out by the gate rose a clamor which swept nearer and nearer in a tumult of red blankets, flying black hair, the squalling of a fe male voice, und the harsh laughter of the man who carried the dis turbance, kicking and clawing, in bis arma. Fighting his way to house, he dragged the squaw along followed by the Indians and all the Hart boys, a yelling, jeering audi | fat lege ughing, he forced her to the top of the steps, backed recklessly down them, and came te a stop in the corner by the door Evadna had taken refuge the’ and he pressed her hard against the rough wall without tn the least realizing that anything was behind him. “Now, you sing your little song, and be quick about manded his captive sternly tell Mother Hart you lied the's been telling you I’m drunk Mother Hart. You say you heap worry you time tellum He Quick, or land it!" he com “You all rm Phoebe canght him by the arm. “Now, Gravt, you let Hagar go,” she coaxed. the milk I hear face, and then, like a rabbit 4 from ite paralysis of d, she darted past him and fled up the stone steps into the house He heard the kitchen door shut and the click of the lock, He heard other doors slam suggestively, and he laughed in spite of his astonish ment “And who the deuce might that be?” he asked, feeling in his |pocket for smoking material | Phoebe seemed undecided tw tears and laughter she told, him | Phoebe’s had honed great things \from her influence among her six big boys. But the boys did not seem to take kindly to influ encing. Rather they found their fair bait for unlimited Even Grant, who upon oceasion could assume the most charming of manners, rubbed the Eastern girl the wrong way. He dubbed her the Christmas Angel because of her blonde good looks furious. in all, Vadnie put This roles | dre Then niece's ‘aken all in several ranch before she and the boys came to an understanding. Most of all |she missed her girl friends back | Fant, so she rather looked forward lto meeting Miss Georgie Howard, lin spite of the fact that in her |secret soul Vadnie wondered just | what sort of a girl this new tele |graph operator might be But loneliness is a great cure for snobbishness, so when her aunt Di nent her to the station for a money order, Vainie proceeded to call you headfore-|ypon Miss Howard inost in that pond, you infernal old | The girls chatted platitudes for lan hour or so and devoured a box of chocolates, Then suddenly a hadow fell upon the platform out- neomfortable weeks at the] @ COLYUM HOW ABOUT THI67 Let the doctors decide On this troublesome question If you swallow your pride Will you get indigestion? ee A gentleman whose beautiful unds were often visited by the an old gardener who ! bit of showing parti round the beds, At such times would, in a hurried, gabbling vol jexplain the names to the visitors, When nearing the exit gate would, however, suddenly pame and draw special attention to @ pretty cluster of modest posies, and then, in a significant tone of voles, exclaim: “These, ladie forget-menot and geotlemen, are “- ° Tint WaTone Woxprnrtl? Unnatural History by Gene Ahern eetpietica i ‘l know you aren't/gide the door, and Saunders ap-|“Whae drunk—of course, 1 knew it all the /peared, sidling deprecatingly into ae the time.” “All right--Mother Hart tellum mebbyso let you go. But get out—plkeway before I forget you're a Isdy! She scuttied away, maledictions under The watching group followed her, ang the gate was b behind them. Grant stood where he was, lean ing against the milk-house wall; her breath turned and ard to slam shut muttering | in a few seconds the room, and over to the telegraph she | table, | |Iimp tone jand could send it right off: “Certainly, Mr. Georgio rose, the crisp, businesslike operator, and went to the table. She iaid her fingers on the key and sent the message, waited a mo- ment for the repeated mensage and wrote it down upon its form | “There—f it’s correct, that's all.” ond when they were gone, he £4V¢/ she told him in a tone of dismissal, a short, apologetic laugh. “No need to lecture, Mother Hart 1 know it was a fool thing to do; bat when Donny told me what the old devil said, 1 was so mad for a minute Phoebe caught him again by the erm and pulled him forward “Grant! You're squeezing Vadnile to death, just about! grief 1 forgot all about poor child being here | “Squeezing who?” Grant whirled and caught a brief giimpee of a crumpled figure behind him. For an Great the Q.—Can you please tell me how to distinguish between cane and beet sugar, and if there is any dif- ference in the use? | am told beet | sugar ig not good for making jel that it will not jell if the beet sugar is used. We have sugar from two different stores. One is finer and looks more powdery, while other is coaser and more crys’ There is also a difference in co! the latter has sort of a bive cast. A HOUSEWIFE. A.—When highly refined, no one |ecan distinguish between cane and | beet sugar, as they are one and the same thing. Between the crude or yraw beet and cane sugars there is a great difference, the latter being while the former ts not, as poss a very disagreeable odor and taste. Cane sugar mo- lasses is good for culinary purposes, beet sugar molasses is not. Cane juice contains “glucose” (reducing sugars), but beet juice does not, tho the latter contains raffinose and the former does not It is probable that the coarse sugar you have is beet and it does not jell as well as the cane. instant she stared into and waited openly for him to go. He was no sooner over the threshold than she slammed the |door shut, in spite of the heat. | “Whenever that man comes in here,” she observed, impatiently, “1 always feel as if I ought to clean house after him. And what does he mean sending 20-word messager that don't make sense when you read them over? There's some nasty business brewing, and I {vel guilty, almost, every time I send jone of those cipher messages.” (Continued in Our Next tesu Letters Te Srssthin. Grow | short and watt for light.” [ think |this advice applies to your case |very well. There is really nothing | you can do, Time only can solve such problems . Q.—Since | washed my red sweat- it fa and rubs off on my and dress every time | paid $6.50 for it, so do | Not think it should do that, but can- not wear it that way and ruin my clothes. Will you kindly print di- | rections for setting red dye? | GRATEFUL. A.—-If the sweater w purchased | recently, you cannot rely upon the | color, as all dye stuffs used at the present time are inferior. in dhe past we received practically all ‘of our good dyes from Germany, and because of the war it is impossible to supply our demand. Soak the sweater for several hours in salt or borax water, either of which ts excellent to set colors. er Q.—! have read in several papers that Great Britain cut off Ru: ‘s credit in this country last year be- yelled a wordless greeting; him| tert 8 had old Hagar carried lovingly upon| “Name Evadna Ramsey,” her broad shoulders with her own| spite of herself, Phoebe felt a tri papoose when he was no longer| chilled by thelr Inck of enthusiasm, than her arm; and she knew his) She went back to her butter-mak- voice, even at that distance, and}ing in dignified silence. In| cause Russia did not play fair in| the Dardanelles campaign, when it invaded Persia instead of helping and see where you give the allies, What ig the truth about| unhappy girls good advice, and | this statement, and what are the re- wonder If you couldn't help me. I'm! lations between Russia and Eng- Q—! read The Star every day grinned—grinned and hid her joy in a fold of her dingy red blanket “Looks like old Woifbelly’s back,” Clark observed needlessly. “Donny, if they don’t go to the honse right away, you go and tell mum they're here. Chances are the whole bunch’ll hang around till supper “Say!” Gene giggled with 14-year old irrepressibility, “Does anybody know where Vadnie is? If we could spring ‘em on her and make her eve they're on the war path!” The group of Indians came up, huddled at the corral, and peered thru the stout rails, “How! How!” chorused the boys, while they shook hands ceremo- niously with the three bucks, The three bucks, grunting mono. syllabic greetings, climbed, in alll the dignity of their blank to the! top rail of the corral, and roosted there. Then Hagar—she of much flesh and more temper—«runted a word or two, and the three squawa plod ded on to the house. Old Hagar led the way soft-footediy around the house to where certain faint sounds betrayed the presence of Phoebe Hart in her stone milk house. At the top of the short flight of wide stone steps they huddled st lently, until the black shadows of| them warned Phoebe of their pres. ence | “How, Hagar? How, Viney? How,| Lucy? Heap glad to you.| Bueno buttermilk you| darinkum?”" | However diffident they might be when it came to announcing their arrival, their bashfulness did not extend to accepting offers of food or drink. Three brown hands were eagerly outstretched—and — after-| ward drew a fold of blanket across their milk-white lips—and they grinned in pure animal satisfaction Then Hagar went on to the news which had brought her so soon to the ranch “Good mebby-so Injun, him 0,” she stated emphatic pod Injun come Hartley, all time drunk kum pig. Ketchum I} Ume hea wlealled, Then Lucy, she who longed al- ways for children and had been de- nied by fate, stirred slightly “Mebbyso bueno yo’ girl,” yielded, speaking softly. “Mebbyso seo yo’ girl.” Phoebe's face cleared, and she in mellow crescendo: “Oh Va-ad-niee?” Immediately the sing ing stopped “Coming, Aunt swered the voice The squaws settled their bratds upon their bosoms with true femi- nine instinct, and waited. They heard a faint scream when she caught sight of them sitting there, and their faces settled into more stolld indifference, adding a hint of antagonism to the soft eyes of Lucy “Vadnie, here are some neigh bors | want you to get acquainted with.” Phoebe's eyes besought the girl to be calm, “They're all old friends of mine—and don't look so yorrified, honey!" Those incorrigibles, her cousins, would have whooped with joy at her unmistakable terror when she held out a trembling hand and gasped faintly, ‘H-how do you—do Bring some of that cake you baked today, honey—and do brace up!” Phoebe patted her upon the shoulder. Phoebe,” an Hagar forestalled the hospitable less bad th very unhappy. About six months ago | married }a man just because he loved me sho|and had longed for me for a couple! would have of years. | thought | could learn to love him, knowing he would al- ways be good to me. | wanted a home. But I've never learned to love him and | know now that I never can, So about two month, ago we parted. Once in awhile | hear from him, and he still loves me with al! his heart and wants me more than ever, Wha 1 don’t hate him, but | could never care for him as he does me. | guess LOVE just comes to a per. son without waiting for it. tam working every day now and am getting along nicely, but is there nothing | can do to help him forget me? | am only 19 years old and feel like a helpless child. Please answer this letter and tell me what to do. | will wait évery day. UNHAPPY, A.—Lord Chesterfield sald in one of his maxims: “When a man of sense happens to be in the. dis. agreeable situation in which he is obliged to ask himself more than once, ‘What shall I do” he will answer himself, ‘Nothing.’ When hig reason points out to him no | good way, or at least no one way an another, he will stop SHANGHAI ——RESTAURANT—— The Highest Class Chi e and American Eating Place on the Coast—Exquisitely Fitted Up—Sanitary Kitchen The Best Place on Earth to Get Your CHOP SUEY and NOODLES Unequaled 25¢ Merchants’ Lunch Served Dally 11 A. M. to 7 P. M. 106 Second Avenue South (Near Yesler Way) Half Block South From the Smith Building can | do to help him?) |land in Persia? HAROLD. | A.—This statement does not ap- | pear to be true, What more Russia | done in the Dardanelles it is difficult to see. Years ago Russia and England agreed to} spheres of influence in Persia. “In- fluence” is the other way of saying Jomination, and as both have kept to thelr own sphere, reasonably there appears to be no reason why there should be feeling. Q.—! am a self-supporting girl of 24, residing with my parents. 4 have married sisters and brothers, | all of whom have children. | carry| | life insurance in my mother's name. | have a small home (which | rent), and a few hundred dollars, All of | the above has been saved out of| the money | have earned since | have been working. 1! should like | leave no will, to whom. the things will go, as | am anxious th atl | have should go to my mother and father. i Thanking you very kindly in ad. vance for an answer, | am to know, In case of death, provided | fi ENCE AT ALL?Y Tt costs 3 cents to ride an a burg car and 4 cents when have a bundle. How much they charge if a fellow got on a “load?” A MINOR DETAIL Lawyer's Wife—So your client ) Was acquitted of murder. On what grounds? F Lawyer—Insanity. We proved” that his father once spent years tn an asylum. Lawyer's Wife—But be didn’t, did he? Lawyer—Yes. He was doctor there, but we had not time to bring that fact out eee SOW AND YE SHALL WEEP In May | worked without a stop; | planted many seeds. : And now | have a goodly crop Of weeds. TWO ARE COMPANY; THREE A HOUSE PARTY. Cops Salute I. W. W. TOPEKA, Kas. July 24.—Citi- zens of Iberia, Kas., have asked for removal of ¢ alleging he -equires patrolmen remove their hats every time the: pass the harv I, W. W. on M . IT COSTS A LOT OF MONEY TO KEEP THE SCHOOL OF EX- PERIENCE GOING, ee BUT THEY GET THE BUSINESS “Very few American business | men speak any language but their own, tho they understand English.” The Consultant, London. ese The Thin Lady: “I s'pose John is still takin’ life easy?” The Fat Lady: “Yes; John has only two regrets in life. One is that he has to wake up to eat, an’ the other is that he has to stop eat- ing to sleep!" If you have a house to rent, Star Want will find you tenant. COMING | ETty. A.-If you leave no will, provided | you should lle, your money and) property would revert to your par- ents if they were living, if not, your |brothers and sisters would inherit | it in equal shares | Q.—We are a young couple 18 and 23 years old who are intending to be married in a few months, and would like to know If it would be | proper to be married in a fire s tion where there are many of the | firemen to be Invited who will not be able to come unless we can ar-| range It this way? 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