The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 27, 1917, Page 4

We awful! + to 8 cents. Hes at 7 cents. t cost. , til morning without breaking there is every possibility that the rates will be lowered still|* your neck, J |\* The chances are $2 aplece a |* and 100 to 1 that you lose. If , ih ve * you win you pay the porter a Poor Politician But a Great Statesman {> wuarter. ‘it'you tone, you pay . Tesignation of Edward N. Hurley, chairman of the federal trade|* Your own funeral expenses. commission, leaves vacant one of the most important positions in| If you insist on trying to national service. |* sleep in one, put your clothes trade commission was created to work out a solution of the|* t0 bed and hang yourself on a of trusts and tructive men. man is s The Seattle Star MORE THAN 60,000 COPIES SOLD DAILY lese majeste, this breach of profe: lished judicial dignity and custom. lazy, but who is going to so expedite sue won't be dead or exhausted before a Our idea of sweet revenge is to write an enemy's me in on the ballot and elect him to the political inence of a constableship. of Davenport says happened to her at the instiga- of a disgruntled neighbor. One City Has Done With Electric) FROM time to time this newspaper has told of progress made tn Municipal electric light and power plants tn various cities in Canada, where municipal light plants give threecent light to the) of 60 or more cities and towns. ded upon to generate the current oWer experts that low rates were impossible in any city where water power fs not available. us call your attention to the tenth annual report of the munict- | works of Pasadena, Cal. the municipal plant w: charged a maximum of 15 cents per kilowatt hour. of the city’s plant the other concern dropped its price to 124% the municipal plant growing healthier all the This same company now sells light to other Calffor-| This concern uses qater power. “The municipal plant uses ol! fuel and sells at FIVE CENTS PER} - - is; then to 10, and, "ATT HOUR: ee ey it’s the maximum price for electric light and power. . UPPER BERTHS year the plant set aside $41,740.67 for depreciation and had a|* The Upper Berth ts not, pri ef $39,351.11. This is the eighth year the plant has earned a/* marily, a place of rest. It's a }* gamble. Like poker, and mar that isn't the best there is to tell. Comparing the prices charg-|* riage, and storage erxs. year by the municipal plant with those charged by the private |* main idea of the Upper before the citizens built their own plant, the consumers of|* is first, to see if you can get . current in Pasadena saved more in 1916 than the manioipal| “cut-throat” competition, after it became appar- the American people that the Sherman act was impotent nt task ever was entrusted to any governmental agency. ‘accomplish the purposes for which it was created, the commis- must be not only able men and progressive men, but they must re is one man who combines these quallfications, his capacity by noteworthy services to the American people. David J. Lewis—“father of the parcel post.” le handed, as an obscure representative in congress, he put) parcel post against the combined influence of the Big Five companies, and by the lower schedule of rates which was thus | d he saved the public FIFTY MILLION DOLLARS a year. won his victory with two things—facts and logic. chairman of the house committee on labor, he has been respon le for most of the progresstve labor legislation th which the present | on so largely owes its return to power. 10 years ago he started to collect the facts for his fight against) ‘telephone and telegraph monopolies, the cheap service that other countries enjoy ins and was seeking a more advantageous battlefield by running | senate, when he was defeated by a combination of republicans | onary democrats, engineered and paid for by the express com-| whose exorbitant profits he had reduced, and by the te raph companies who feared his future activities. ‘He is a poor politician, but a great statesman, Ole Hanson turns down a Wilson appointment to | gold. Evidently the Seattle real estate man is will- to concede its value. Councilman Thomson says Seattle is spreading over much territory and urges greater congestion. Hurrah the slums of Noo Yawk! United States supreme court having decided that the white slave law applies to “private escapades,” had better have signs put up at state lines. Arm yourself with courage. —Corneille. ered at Beattie socom@-elase mm: « ohty, one Fear he, 1.90) 860 per month up New Kind of Supreme Judge Permit us to especially introduce Justice J. E. court of North Dakota, a very remarkable supreme court judge. When the farmers of the state aforesaid set out to state, they took especial pains to elect by showing foresight and prudence remarkable in farmers and much more remarkable in other folks. fellows who ran the elevators, the minute he was nominated, for they knew that if they hadn't control of ‘the supreme court, their fat was in the fire. _ this and Robinson was elected. Now, Justice Robinson rattles the whole judiciary by announcing that supreme judges are lazy and take too long vacations. going to be in such position that we can hear an appeal as quickly as the arties to it are ready. unjust verdicts rather than stand the trouble and expense of thelr causes up.” call attention of the American Bar association” to this instance of Robinson, of the supreme capture their own a supreme court to their liking, there- ial Interests in North Dakota, the jumped on Robinson The big Spec railroads an courts, But the farmers also knew “We,” he says, “are Delay is costly to the people, who often submit carrying ional ethics, this rebellion against estab- A supreme justice who isn’t going to be court business that the parties at is- decision is reached? It’s simply That's what Mrs. Chris >. Lights. ’ | COLYUM stele | About this leak Investigation: In those cities water power! 7. investigators have to be care It was sald by many Nght ful Kook t he 1 Areriean dities | fil. Kookoos of a feather all sit in on a poker game. lat's Go! Freddie Welsh dishes out the alibi that his bum showing with Mitchell was because he was sick If it’s contagious, he got it from | the audience. conceived there the private com With the Yea, bo! in it, and second, to stay there hook. No and has) to secure for the American He had fired his phone - THE PULMAN PORTER ~ WHO DIDNT HAVEA WHISK BROOM E. D. KS NOVEL Balked joy-riders Give her to me! ‘The villain eried And threw things with a crash, He gave three whoops And then he dyed in your home, ever ready to take, when one of the family succumbs to bad weather or membranes, through rence that wi relieve Profit by This Yourself | ee ee ee che purest Guide. Every Not he, bot his mustache. She had the figure of a Hutt girl and the head of a James Montgom- ery Flagg (red, white and black) Lean by nature, he leaned toward her and awaited with the eagerness of youth the fair girl's answer to the question he asked her to an erFoun¢ to the question of what medicine to keep awer. any of the common ills. Because such ills Firmly, but ah, ever so gently, he manifest themselves in congestion, which is but | placed an arm around the back of another name for acute catarrh of the mucous J —‘be Bearest chair, I sald . . . chair. which we breathe and —_ which our food is absorbed, the first step is “You must ask father,” she said, in @ tensely wearted voice. remedy this catarrhal condition. ‘4t means so much to me,” he sighed aloud, And to me,” was her low re sponse, as she lightly tapped her 5'% shoe on the floor. “Tt will ask him now!" he erled, He strode from the room, loud words floated over the transom, In a desperate but mia- taken effort to mend matters she closed the transom He strode into the Your potahdbatin sophia A ide and 3 t pe ty “ag tbe one for you. room again, father refuses!” RY) hoarsely He says we've been married a year now and he won't! | sive us another cent!” TO OPEN BRDGE cA has some one who has been greatly benefit- by Peruna. What it has done for them it will do for ‘You are in need of a reliable family medicine oan not use the one that has dove so much for thousand: Siar gusnta Piette ramar Pons: vor comremnance. The Peruna Company, Columbus, Ohio PORTLAND, Ore., Jay, 27.—-The interstate bridge spanning the Co lumbia river, between Vancouver, Wash., and Multnomah county, egon, will be February 15, according to plans to- day. +N he cried! Or) opened to the public! “Polly of the. BY EMMA © ued From Our Last lesue) Tho deep-net Dunbar rolled hatefully at the man on his «back He crooked his neck and twisted his malformed head, and Bowles felt bim swell ing like a leard between his knees, The next moment his head went down and he rose in a series of buckJampa, whirling sideways, turning half-way around, jand landing with a jolt And at every jolt, Bowles’ head snapped {back and his muscles grew stiff at) the far [ride him he clutched for the horn—and then his pride rose in him and he sat limber and swung the quirt, One, two, three times, he felt jarred to the center, and the blood Lurst suddenly from his mouth and nose. And then, with a beart- breaking wrench, he felt himself jhurled from the saddle and sent tumbling, heels over head. He struck, and the corral dirt rose in his face; and then, as the dizzi- nets vanished, he beheld the man- killer charging at him thru the dust with all his teeth agieam, Look out!" the fence-top. "Look out!” | And Bowles scrambled up and fell over to one side, Then of a sudden he wan in a tangle of legs and stirrups and etriking feet, and somebody grabbed him by the arm Three pistol shots rang ove him; he was snaked violent- ly aside; and old Dunbar went down Ike a log. Somebody had| |killed him, but it was not Brigham, | for he tell by the character. istic cursing that it was his part ner who had pulled him out and wus dragging him across the cor. ral. He blinked and opened his eyes an he fetched up against the fence and there was Dixie Leo, with a big, smoking pistol in her hand. striding after him out of the dust. She eyes blazing with “Well,” she said, “I hope you boys are satisfied now And without a second look at Brigham. Dowles, Hardy Atkins, or the re mains of Dunbar, she turned and strode back to the house. CHAPTER VIII The Custom of the Country er. When Bat Wing Bowles got up out of the dirt he was shaken in body and spirit. Certainiy, if there was any way by which a tenderfoot might hope to achieve a little hard-earned fame in the Far West, by riding bronks; and now, before) he could wipe the blood from his nose, they were blaming him for all their troubles. “The blank-blanked greenhora!” cursed Hardy Atkins, pacing to and fro and gazing at the bulk of Dun- bar. “I t ‘Im to keep off that hawse! Never would've let ‘im rode ‘im-~not for a thousand dol- lars! And then, the minute my back’s turned—and Dit right there to copper the play--he goes and pulls off this, But I don't care— I never done nothin’! You boys | seen ‘im—he done it himse'f!” And then, all the anger and blood-tust that had been in Bowles’ heart for days went suddenly to his right hand, and putting his right shoulder bebind it, he smote the ex-twister on the jaw. It was a wicked blow, very much like the one he had received himself, and it laid the false cow-puncher low. He came up reaching for his gun, and Bowles knocked him down ‘BEST FOR LIVER, BOWELS STOMACH They Liven the Liver and} | Bowels and Straighten | You Right Up | Sick, With Breath Bad and Stomach Sour eR WORK WHILE VOU SLEEP Take and enjoy the nicest, gentlest liver | Tonight sure! Cascarets and ‘bowel cleansing you ever ex. perlenced, Wake up with your head clear, stomach sweet, breath right and feeling fine. Get rid of sick headache, billousness, constl- pation, furred tongue, sour stom ach, bad colds, Clear your skin, brighten your eyes, quicken your step and feel like doing a full day's work Cascarets are better than salts, pills or calomel because they don't shock the liver or gripe the bowels or cause inconvenience all ithe next day. | Mothers should give cross, sick, |bilious, feverish children a whole Cascaret any time, as.they cannot injure the thirty feet of tender bowels. Carefully Selected || BONDS | 6% Denominations $100 and $500 | i} Guardian Trust and Savings Bank Cor, First Av. at Columbia St. STAR—SATURDAY, Staff” rattlesnake aye of | The man never lived who could | Rowlos realized that as! himself yelled the crowd on| out} looked down at him, her) it was not) HEADACHE, COLDS ‘* Don't Be Bilious, Constipated, | JAN. 27, 1917. PAGE 4 Hospital 66 bowD I; UMBRELLA ™Is MORNING. [8 IT RAINING YeT | | | again and took the gun away, | tine a way out, T Then he passed it on to Brigham,|«riefs seemed sordid and offered to fight bim somé/!t, and all the way to tmore--or anybody! it over in his mind. The cowboys drow away from|he had disminsed it [him as from a man who has lost his right mind, and {t was not until Brigham had cajoled him into dip-| ping his hot head into the horse | trough that Bowles lef off his rav- | Ing. A drink of strong coff & rest on his bed by the sheds, and his sanity was completely restored— but his illusions were lost forever! | Never again would Samuel} Bowles try to beat the cow-puncher | at bis own gafW®; never would he put faith in womankind. To be sure, Dixle Lee had saved him from the man-killer, but she bad | done ft in such a way as to injure | his pride trreparably. self again, as they trip to the hills to lay in supplies with the bos: his enthusiasm had b For reasons of hi had preferred not convey his regrets for his fled; otherwise he But the trouble in “Brig,” he said, “Tm going to quit this accursed ranch—would|he had something bi, |you mind catching my private] “Say,” he said, horse?” | “No, ner mine neither!” ful-jaround fer my pay? | minated Brig. "I feat been waitin’ | fer ye to say the word—been ready | myse't fer a week!” Ho hopped on his horse as he spoke, rode out into the pasture, and returned with their private mounts. As they rode ont of tho gate, | Dixie Lee appeared at the big house door and looked after them an they passed. Their mounts told the story of their departure, But | Geo she knew they were quitting, stood stient and made no sign. | “they turned their horses’ heads quirin’ fer you when gate—but what said?” answered Bowles, wi calm. “Well, graph in her han: she had a fas I came into the hot me like and says: “ Mae, toward Chula Vista where they | with? ging him to come back, and her must go to draw their time, At| “Well, sir, the way she sald it|folks were reading ber letters. mn they ate as they rode, and at |made me mad clean thru, and I says|She couldn't write it to him! night they camped by a well, Then|to her |—she had to tell him—sand he never it was that Bowles woke up from his brooding and saw that he was not alone in his mood—Brigham, too, was downcast and wrapt up in | hts thoughts, A wave of compassion and self- reproach swept over Bowles and |he forgot his own mood. “Brig,” he said, as they sat close ‘o, Mrs. Lee, what's more, I don’t good pardner; and that's all 1 wan “And then I walked out me mad,” quiet glances at his {to their tiny fire, “I'm sorry you! | had to quit. If it hadn't been for | you done!” jme, and Hardy Atkins, you'd be} back there now, on your job. It|I haven't done an might have led to something bet-/ |ter, too, Mr. Lee often said smile, “But,” “Aw, fergit it,” grumbled Brig|reason for not getting morosely. I'll be glad to git away| They packed their from it all—git where th ain't ly, and Bowles rode |no girls, nor mail jt nor nothin’ want to go back past the But Bat once on the open p way to a hearty laug says 1 I had any nerve I'd go and take a chance—marry the girl and wait and see what happened to me w “Oh, indeed! boy, if I take that gal I'm elected | to go on a mission! And then what's to become of my wife? My girl keeps a-writin’ like she never gets no letters, and beggin’ me to Tee wrote back and gan telegraphing! egade too long.” It was a hard problem, and long after the fatalistic Brig had gone to sleep, Bowles lay awake and tried to Thoroughness Characterizes our met every transaction, and tomers are necorded every cour tesy consistent with sound busl- ness judgment 4% manded, “Say, you'r aren't you, Brig?” he pitying scorn over on you very “No, indeedy!" ham; and then they to themselves, effectual end to t oda in ous. covered, and Bowles to enlighten him, | dragging their pack Paid on Savings Accoun All that day they Actounts Subject to Cheek Are next morning found Cordially Invited. their way; but just remembered ranch © behind, and they swe Henry Lee the road. ing the fiery gri Peoples “Savings Bank SECOND AVE, AND PIKE 8T, Lees, and he had asked two months’ $80 would compensate for the de- funet Dunbar, Mr. Bowles was satis- “Well, what's the matter?” » and they fought Bat Wing Bowles” iis by the side of town he turned But, now that forever, Brig ham Clark became his old, carefree talked of their Once in town, they made haste but when Brig- ham came back from his interview Bowles could see that yeen shaken. 5 own, to meet Brig to and a release pay. If would be glad to meet the difference. Brigham's eye was not one of dollars and cents— ig on his mind. “what d'ye think Mra. Lee sprung on me when I went And, by the ay, they was a deputy sheriff in- I come out by the desk, so come away from that) aye think she “Why, I'm sure I can’t imagine,” th his old-time “What was it?" big yaller tele never did find out what it was all about—but when el she flew at} Clark, do you know who that young man is you're travelin’| ber, when all the time she was beg I do care! ‘t—and, | He's a that’s all I know t to know!’ turned around and /| felt very She always did make | too, " observed Brig, as he stole | erred and b friend, “but I knowed mighty well you wasn't noi my own fault crook, and—and I don't care what| plained at the beginning. ything, Brig, answered Bowles, with a reassuring | graphing already " he added, “that's no/the yellow message and it & out of town.” horses hurried on ahead, but rairie he gave h. | Wing. 1 told Dix all about it last} “Brig,” he said, “what in the | week, and I shore want to bid her|world do you think I've done?” |goodby. There's a good girl—Dix “Weel drawled Brigham, with | —but she can't unterstand. She/a sly twinkle in his eyes, “I heered a little more from the sheriff than t I told you at the first!” And what did you my girl down on the river, you|hear?” know “Well——”" Brig stopped and} Howles nodded gravely and|stuck his tongue in his cheek rog-| waited for him to go on, uishly, “He said it was a woman No,” continued Brig, gazing |that wanted you!” | | mournfully at his dead cigaret; “My aunt!” exclaimed Bowles, Dix {8 all right, but she don't striking his leg; but Brig only know them Mormons like I do. grinned My girl won't marry me, nohow “Sure!” he said, and grinned | not lessen I become a Mormon— again, and shore as you're settin’ there, “BL have it!" cried Bowles. “Mrs. told her sister I was here—and then my aunt be- That telegram Mra, Lee had was from her!” 4 “Sure thing,” agreed Brig; and come back and be good! But I|Bowles looked up to find him » | can't do it—that's all—I been a ren- smirking. he de ‘© pretty smart, observed, with “They don't put one often, do they?” sWaggered Brig both laughed. But the jest put an he discussion since Brigham did not know what it was he Was supposed to have dis. took no pains So, each with his satisfied smile they jogged along across the plains, animal behind them and heading for the Bat Wing rode, and the them still on as the well ame into view | there was a rattle of wheels from mg oUt to give He was Uriv own petty! Bowles, the} Hed them down to a walk while he handed Bowles @ note Telegram for you, Mr, Bowle he waid. “Brig, stop at the ranch when you go by--I want to talk with you.” There was much more that might have been said, and Mra, Lee amiled approvingly at Bowles, but th grays cut the talk short with a jolt Then Bowles glanced thru the 2 gram and thrust it into his shirt “My aunt * he began, and an lthe grin on Brig's face widened, he | stopped short, and fell into a sulk © use telling you anything Brig,” he said, at last. “You can guess the color of my eye.” | “Sure'” said Brig, after a mo- |ment of baffled silence west, and as Bowles gazed he saw Dixie Lee slope Iike an arrow, She was riding Wa-ha-lote, too, and at sight of that noble charger the heart of Wing Bowles became sad—or per-| haps it was at sight of Dixie, How jever that may be, {his way with melancholy resigna | tion; with alarm. Here's where I ketch heil |somethin'!” he muttered, as she sighted him from afar; and when she rode up and faced him he hung his head like a truant. “You Brig!” she said, at Jast, with haven't gitup eno one hand, “you {dian squaw! husband for somebody, and that’s a fact—the way you do your court-'me like this? ing. Who the big house waiting for you? “Huh? demanded = Brig, suddenly all attention. “Well, she’s been there for more | than a day is more than | can say, but “Who're ye talkin’ about?” bark- ed Brigham, throwing loose his leading-rope. I'm talking about your girl,” an. awered Dixie, |ness. “Here, I'll lead your pack— go ahead and show her your dust.” I'l! do that,” sald Brig, leaning forward as she spoke; end, pass- ing over the rope, he went spur- ring up the road, +s Dixie Lee gave Bowles a level look from beneath her tumbled now hair, and touched Wa-halote with | j the spur, j “Well, look at that crazy fool ride,” she observed, as Brig disap- peared in his own dust You'd think from the way }was the keenest lover in the world.” She paused here and laughed to herself. “Yes, indeed!” responded Powles, with a certain brotherly | pride, ‘Old Brig thinks a lot of | that girl.” “Well, maybe he does,” conceded Dixie; “but he certainly makes me provoked. TI declare, the way #ome of these men-———" she paused again and bit her lip. Mr. Bowles was one of those men, too. “I reckon it's all right,” she con- tinued, resignedly, “but when a | woman has to ride clear over/‘to the |Gila, and propose for a man, and steal his girl for him, and then round him up and send him in, I | guess she has some excuse to speak her mind. Don’t you think so, Mr. |Bowles? Well, then, if your friend Brigham had hed his way, he would have hit for the summit of the White mountains, and his girl would have been married to a Mor mon!~ It makes me mad, Mr. Bowles, I declare it does! The idea of leaving that poor little girl over there and never going near jshowed up atall, Please don't apol n| ostze for him, Mr. Bowles; I'm sure there's not a word to be said.” Mr. Bowles bowed his head and humble, indeed, as if he, inexplicable way had on rebuked. “he said, at last, “It's I should have ex- But now | your mother has written to her sis- in some “I'm sorry,” “Well, thank you just as much—|ter, and she has told my aunt, and so I've got to move on e's tele He showed her slipped back into his pocket “Oh, de: pouted Dixie, yanking at the reluctant pack horse. “I j [knew she'd do it. Mother means well, but she’s a New Yorker, and well, | hope she’s satisfied!” | “Yes, I hope so, too,” added Bowles. “I never did have anything to be ashamed of, but—do you know who I am?” I don't,” answered Dixie “And I don’t care, either,” she added, glancing across at him with clear-seeing eyes. “And say, | What's the matter with that pack? | She dismounted quickly as she spoke, and Bowles dropped off to help. Then, after ropes had been |tightened they stood silent within the circle of their horses. “Mr. Bowles,” began Dixie, with sudden frankness. “You've done well out here, but there's one thing |!'m disappointed in—you don’t keep the customs of the country!” “Why, what do you mean, Miss Lee?” inquired Bowles, He nodded at the foothills to the} he travels he | eee Dane Coolidge down off|his pride you. And, speakin’ about women |rest, folke, what's this comin’ the bill | coming down the broad | mal Bat | he continued on [not lowe hb | | | n in you to win an In-| You'll make a lovely |cannot believe it fo you think is up to,her reproachfully What she sees in you) | true. with Spartan direct: | rick A. Btoke | folded jhis reason eclipsed A Novel A Week! Teesessees smile illuminated the same emile that ion of him when right, 3914 eee A wudden Dixie's face had taken porser he had forgotten and stolen a kiss and then she turned away and blushed. Well,” she said, “you're the first Rat Wing man that has gone away without—without proposing to me!” She glanced at him defiantly and her arme—and Bowles felt and the world grow dark before him. The mem ory of her legion of suitors came over him now, and her carefree, jesting ways, and he became of a calm. They had all proposed, and she had told them no, But she should never deal that ignominy to him sudden Yore|If she scorned his humble suit and launt seems to think a whole lot of |désired only to add his scalp to the he would escape at least with he would never let her say he had proposed. h, you must excuse me, Miss he said, speaking with a for restraint. uch as I value your happiness, I—I cannot observe this—custom of the country!” He spat the words out bitterly and closed his lips—as If there wi more he might say. But Dixie di simile. ‘Maybe I'd accept you,” she sng- Lee, while Brig viewed her coming jsested, with a roguish twinkle. But a woman's eyes are decep for | tive, and hers spoke of many things she smiled the old dazzling smile, but there was mischief in the depths. He sighed and drew away “Ah, no,” he said, “you cannot un- derstand.” Then, as she waited, his whipping the hair from her eyes | heart turned to bitterness and he got | spoke on as the thoughts came “Really, Miss Lee, it pains me—T What is one man, that you should hurt Dixie"——he regarded I have dreamed about 1 have worshiped you from afar—I have fought my way to be near you. You don't know how it would pain ha ~after all I have hoped—to have you-——" “Aw, Bowles,” chided Dixie, reaching out her hand, “can’t you see that I want you?” And then Bowles’ THE END more or less you o——______——_ Smoke With Holder and Ee ana Now women may smoke without their husbands finding it out. The new cigaret holder prevents tell- | tale Finger ota stains. Edyor’s Mail { A “REMEDY”? Editor Seattle Star: At the pres- ent time the high cost of living, and how to remedy it, seems to ¥ the principal subject of the day, and if 1 may be permitted I will offer a suggestion which, if carried out, will do more to reduce the high price of butter than anything I know of. That is for the legis- lature to repeal the present law which prevents or forbids the col- oring of oleomargarine. Knowing as much about the manufacturing of oleo as I do I would go farther and remove the compulsory stamping and taxing of it. If one person can produce a substitute for butter, or any other article of food that is just as nutritious, wholesome and clean as the real article and much cheaper to the consumer why should his product be-taxed and branded and the mark of Cain placed upon it? One of the great mistakes of the legislative bodies of this country has beg to protect the few pro- ducers at the expense of the many consumers, Let's have a square deal. Why flesh of another? I was talking to a man a few days ago and the ‘high cost of liv- — ing was mentioned and the man” said that the price of butter had dream came make fish of one and | gone so hugh he could not afford” to buy it; oleo, but that he had bought som when his children wh | were going to school and carried their lunches, were bread and oleo they were twitted by some of the other more fortu- nate children, This humiliation of these poor children was caused by our legislature placing a mark of distinction on the poor man’s food. Allow the coloring of oleo, Mr. Legislator, and you will do some thing that will prove a Godsend to the poor people of this,state. W. L. NORRINGTON, eating their isa wh ‘Walter ESTABLISHED | AS any time of the “Baker's Cocoa ‘ood drink, as esome ishing as itis delicious, Baker & Co, Ltd. DORCHESTER, MASS, and nout: