The evening world. Newspaper, November 2, 1918, Page 11

Sunshine in Your Heart. By the Rev. Thomas B. Gregory Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening Workd) N these brown Autumn days the sunshiné is indeed a “glorious birth.” It is good to our soul, and we feel as though it would be impossible for us to get too much of it. “Open the shutters and let the sunshine fall on my bed,” begged Dapiel Defoe, the author of Robinson Crusoe, as he lay upon his death- bed. We need no Scriptural commentator to prove to ‘us that the Bible speaks truth when it tells ue that “the light is sweet.” ¥ Of course, it is sweet, and every living thing loves it, Even the moles and the blind fishes of the Mammoth Cave would love it if they knew anything about it. Even the so-called inanimate creations are fond of the light. The trees lean toward it, the flowers grow in its direction, and the poor Httle vines that by some evil destiny are forced to begin their career away down in the dark, cold cellar, will not rest until they have clambered up the basement wall and, through some broken window pane or other means, found their place in the sun. Civilization did not begin until men found some way of letting the sunshine into their habitations. There is no piece of furniture tn your house, no picture, not anything, that is one-half so valuable to the family as the little patch of golden sunshine on the carpet. Ay, ay, sir, open the shutters and let the sunshine fall on us! But there is sunshine and sunshine—the kind that pigs and terrapins enjoy in common with humans, and the other kind that comes not from the sun, but from the invisible Power that is back of the sun and back of the whole material universe. And this latter kind of sunshine that gets into the innermost thoughts, into the very depths of the heart, into the deepest soul, causing one to be brave, patient, hopeful even under the most forlorn cireum- stances, how above all price it is and how we should seek it with an ardor tenfold greater than that with which the knights of the brave days of 6ld sought the Holy Grail! Even with the least possible friction “Jordan te a hard road to travel.” Barring idiots, life is not a primrose path. There are lions in the way. Dif- ficulties of every sort He across our path. Dark hours are in front of us, and the only thing that will carry us through is this thing that we have been speaking of—sunshine—sunshine in the soul, the sunshine of bright thoughts and brave resolutions, the sunshine that floods us with the sense of duty and with the deep, steady conviction that while we are doing what we feel to be our duty nothing is going to harm us or keep us back from ending the way with victory. Yes, it is delightful to get into the sunshine, but ft ts glorious to get the sunshine into you—the sunshine of hope and confidence, the sunshine that keeps you sweet and cheerful and brave, no matter how hard your lot may be or how dark the outlook may appear, % It may be winter about you, the skies ashen gray, the landscape with- out a glint of good cheer; but with the sunshine in your mind and heart and soul you will not fear, you will not fail. Keep Vital Parts Warm | To Avoid Influenza By Bernarr Macfadden (Author Macfadden’s Encyclopedia of Physical Culture— Eighth in a Sertes of Ten Articles.) 1° Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening Work.) LE, processes on which life de- pends can be carried on only . @t @ temperature of 98 degrees Fahrenheit, This is what we term ‘ plcod-heat. If the temperature of any ‘part. of the body falls below this standaré the functions of that part are bitmpered. The statement is often made. that if the hands and feet are is ample evidence that all) the body are being kept at your digestion, During the day wear something in addition to your ordi- nary underwear which will serve a) similar purpose, | — oft the hands and of insignificant importance that of those parts of body wherein we find the great Vital.ergans. The heart, lungs, stom- : ach, intestines and all parts of the body. .surrounding these important dleodmaking organs should be kept Bilas 3 fs of it AD aged rectum living on slarm to hi athe ‘um of "Shawing hus will to out wan found dead," Katherine summons De le these events “7, taki Hobby 1s ies ina denet ype Hobby roveed: tuaintt that be ‘by {heir activities are materially affected andthe blood will not contain the elements needed to properly nourish une body. If the hands or the feet are cold tt simply means that the } circulation of those parts 18 defective. ‘The: quality of the blood is not af- tected. ‘Therefore, let me emphasize the extreme necessity of maintaining @ proper degree of warmth in those parts \of the body between the hips | and the arm ‘pits, especially the stoma¢h and intestines, It is here that’ thé blood-making process be+ | gins, You can go to bed sometimes with @ meal only partly digested, but if an unusual degree of warmth is maintatited about the stomach it will usually digest without difficulty, even ; though your digestive powers may be weak. When there are digestive difficulties, pains in the stomach, etc., relief is often secured quickly jaunest ately first learns of his grandfather's supposed murder ad be will stay to belp finding i yoom as ‘a possible means of ‘as 8 boss Ratherine if arcused by strange nolsce, 1S dead exartly ‘as Mlackbata ‘had ie At tortMcertain "oartain eridence be arrives CHAPTER IX. OBB inability to cry out alon’ prevented bis alarming the others and announcing to Paredes and Doctor Groom his unlawful presence in the room, Dur- ing the moment that the shock held him, silent, motionless, bent in the darkness above the bed, he under- stood there could have been no am- biguity about his ghastly and loath- some experience, The dead detective had altered his position as Bilas Blackburn bad done, and this ume someone had been in the room and @ application of a hot|made the appathng change, Bobby's terres the ape i: , tected part, {fiers still responded to the charnel yater bottle to the a part. | reeling of cold, inactive flesh suddenly What 1g needed under such circum- |become allve and potent beneath his stances {S'simply additional warmth, }touch, And @ reason for the appar- A great number of people suffer from |€8t miracle offered itself, Between eat bsich poland |the extinction of that movement!— indigestion because they do not main- | only @ second or so—the evidence had tain a proper degree of warmth in | disappeared from the detective’s poc- ket. Bobby relaxed, He stumbled across the room and into the corridor, He Went with hands outstretched through jthe blackness, for no candle burned in the upper hall, but he knew that Katherine was on guard there, When jhe left the passage he saw her, an |unnatural figure herself, in the yel- lowish, unhealthy twilight which sift- ed through the stair well from the lamp in vhe hall pelow, She must have sensed something out of the way immediately, for she aTherefore in trying to avold Span- |jurried to meet him and her whisper ish influenza remember the necessity | held no assurance, the region of the stomach and intes- tines. If the northern part of Eng- land many of the people are in the habit of wearing a thick woolen stomach band which covers all por- tion#ef the body from hips to chest, This insures an unusual degree of warmth in this part of the body and Mestion is advantageously affected | thereby. of making special efforts to wear| “You got the cast and the handker- cJothing which will insure warmth in | °Mef. Bobby?” 8 | And when he didn't answer at once the region of the stomach and intes- | she asked with a sharp rush of fear: tlmes. If flannel or some woollen} at's the matter? What's hap- woth of considerable thickness be | Pened?” placed around the stomach when |; oanuddered. At last he managed to speak, “Meeping in addition to night clothes! “Katherine! 1 have felt death 4 wil doubtless be of advantage, | cease to be death,” "his will not only assist in prevent- Later he was to recall that phrase ba PE but’ materially improve | enced no with a sicker horror than he experi- “ete emir to disinberit ‘Bobby Wettet farm fouse ‘meat ‘the ‘Ce te Ney rk hae, his Gi ; vond de the Cedars." Graliaay | the way»; ied. ie places is ‘hand "ou the aturday, November 2, 1918 PAGE TFIRAL WIN Wye ey HiDEous | NOW. | THINK A LONG Siciat WouLD BE VERY To You A Woman’s Cries Chase New Alarm . In the Old House Among the Cedars SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, (Copryrrigh . Page & Co.) estate near Now York called the ‘and that he is. sus} ‘Then Howells devermines y > Blackburn met And summons the others to the room, terward Hobby goes ti bocket, ‘body, “You saw something!" she said. “But your candle is out. There is 20 ght in the room,” He took her hand, He pressed it, “You're real!” he said with a ner- Vous laugh. “Something I can under- stand, iverything is unreal, This light"— He strode to the table, found a Match, and lighted his candle, Kath- erine saw his face, drew back, “Bobby!” “My candle went out,” he said dully, “and he moved through the dark- ness, I tell you he moved beneath my hand,” Bhe drew away, staring at him, “You were {rightened"—— “No. If we go there with a light now,” he said with the same dull cof- viction, “we will find him as we found my grandfather this afternoon,” The monotonous voices of the three men in the lower hall weaved a back- ground for their whispers, The nor- mal, familiar sound was like @ tonic, Bobby straightened, Katherine threw off the spell of his announcement, “But the evidence! You got”-——— She stared at his empty hands, He fancied that he saw contempt in her eyes, “In spite of everything you must 0 back. You must get that.” “Even if 1 had the courage,” he said wearily, “it would be no use, for the evidence tg gone," “But I saw dt. At least I saw his pocket". “It was there,” he answered, “when my light went out, I did put my hand in his pocket, In that second it had gone.” “There was no one there,” she said, “no one but you, because | watched.” He leaned heavily against the wall, “It's too big. Whatever it is, we can't fight it. She looked for some time down the corridor at the black entrance of the sinister room. At last she turned and walked to the banister, She called: “Hartley! Will you come up?” Bobby wondered at the steadiness . ‘ ioe tered the corridor. the candle beneath the canopy. who others could see from the door the ‘Boboy change that had taken place. BECOMING of her yoice, The murmuring below ceased. Graham ran up the stairs. Her summons had been warning enough, Their attitudes, as Graham reached the upper hall, were eloquent of Bobby's failure, “You didn't get the cast end the handkerchief?" he said, Bobby wid briefly what had hap- pened. “What is one to do?” he ended. “Even the dead are against me.” “It's beyond belief,” Graham said roughly, He snatched up the candle and en- Uncertaialy Kath- ering and Bobby followed him, He went straight to the bed and bat 4 The The body of Howells was turned @wk~- wardly on its side, The coat pocket was, as Bobby had described it, flat and empty, Katherine turned and went back to the hall. Graham's hand shook as Bobby's had shaken, “No tricks, Bobby?” Bobby couldn't resent the suspicion which appeared to offer the only ex- planation of what had happened, Tho candle flickered in the draft. “Look out!” Bobby warned, The misshapen shadows danced with a multiple vivacity acrosy the Graham #haded the candle , and the shadows became like coralons, gargantuan and “It's “There's no expla we can understand. madness,” Graham said jon of this that Howells's straight smile mocked them, As if in answer to Graham @ voice sighed through the room Its quality was one with the shadows, unsubstantial and shapeless, Bobby grasped one of the bed posts and braced himself, Ustening, The candle in Graham's ‘hand commenced to flicker again, and Bobby knew that it hadn't been his fancy, for Graham LUstened, too, It shook again through the heavy, oppressive night, merely accentuated by the candle—@ faint ululation barely detaching itself from silence, straying after @ time into the silence . Graham straightened and pl candlg on the bureau, He more startled than he had been at the unbelievable secretiveness of @ dead man, “You heard it?" Bobby breathed, Graham nodded and led the way downstairs, Doctor Groom and Paredes stood in front of the fireplace, questioningly looking upward, Paredes didn't apeak at first, but Doctor Groom burst out in his grumbling, bass voice: “What's been going on up there? d you hear just now a queer ery- raham asked, ou, Paredes?” 've heard nothing,” Paredes an- swered, “except Doctor Groom's dis- quieting theories. It's an uncanny hour for such talk, What kind of a cry-~may I ask?” A BECOMING STYLE FoR, ' PRETTY 4 “Like a woman moaning,” Bobby said, “and, Doctor, Howells has changed his position.” “What are you talking about?” the doctor cried. “He has turned on bis side as Mr, “And how was this new mystery discovered?” Bobby caught the implication. Th: the Panamanian clung to his glyly ex- pressed doubt of Katherine whic might, after all, have had its impul. in an instinct of seif-preservation. Bobby knew that Graham and Kath- erine would guard the fashion in which the startling discovery had been made, Before he could speak for himself, indeed, Graham was an- swering Paredes; “This crying seemed after a time to come from the room, We entered.” “But Miss Katherine called you up,” Paredes said. “I supposed she had heard again movements in the room.” Bobby managed to smile. “You see, Carlos, nothing sistent in this casi Paredes bowed “It is very curto cry about the hous “The servants make it seem natural enough,” Graham said, “Will you come, Bobby?” As they crossed the dining room they heard a stirring in the kitchen, Graham threw open the door, Jenkins stood at the foot of the servants’ stair The old butler had Nghted @ candle and placed it on the mantel. The disorder of his clothing suggested the haste with which he had left his bed and come downstairs, His wrinkled, sunken face had aged perceptibly, He advanced with an expression of ob- vious relief, “L was just coming dowam to find you, Mr. Robert.” “What's up?” Bobby asked, “A little while ago I thought you were asleep back here.” “One of the women awakened him, Graham si “I's just ag 1 thought, “Was that it old butler asked with @ quick relief, But immediately he shook hig head, “It couldn't have been that, Mr. Graham, for I stopped at Ella's and Ja doars, and there was no sound, hey @eemed to be asleep, And it wasn’t like that” “You mean,” Bobby said, “that you heard a woman crying?" Jenkins nodded, “It woke me up.” “If you didn’t think it one of the maids," Graham asked, “what did you make of it?" “I thought it came from outalde 1 thought it was a woman prowling around the house, Then I sald to myself, why should @ woman prow! around the Cedars? And it was too unearthly, sir, and I remembered the way Mr. Silas was murdered, and the awful thing that happened to his body this afternoon, and I—you won't fovlish, sirs?—I doubted if it was a human voice I had heard.” “No," Graham sald dryly, “we won't think you foolish.” “@o I thought I'd better wake you wp and tell you.” is con- ‘avely. ® woman should Graham turned to Bobby. “Katherine and you and I,” he said, was in the room t" onrWherever it came from," Bobby eaid softly, “it was like some one mourning for Howells.” Jenkins started, “The policeman!" Bobby remembered that Jenkins hadn't been aroused by the discovery of Howells’s murder, ‘You'd know in a few minutes any- way,” he said, “Howells has been killed a» my grandfather was.” Jenkins moved back, a look of un- belief and awe in his wrinkled face, “He boasted he was going to sleep in that room,” he whispered, Bobby studied Jenkins, not know- © ing what to make of the old man, for into the awe of the wrinkled face had stolen @ positive relief, an emotion that bordered on the triumphant. “It's terrible,” Jenking whispered. Graham grasped hig shoulder, “What's the matter with you. Jenk- ins? One would say you were glad.” “No, Oh, no, sir, It is terrible. I was only wondering about the police- man's report.” “What do you know about his re- port?” Bobby cried, “Only that—that he gave it to me to mal] just before he went up to the old room. “You mailed it?” Graham sna) Jenkins hesitated, When d his valce was self accusing m an old coward, Mr, Robert The policeman told me the letter was ery important, and if anything hap. pened to it I would get in trouble, He couldn't afford to leave the house himself, he said, But, as I say, I'm a coward, and I didn’t want to walk through the woods to the box by the gate, I figured it all out, It wouldn't be taken up unul early in the morn- ing, and if 1 Waited until daylight ft would only be delayed one collection, So I made up my mind I'd sleep on it, because I knew he had it in for you, Mr. Robert, I supposed I'd mail it in the morning, but I decided I'd think tt over anyway and not harrow myself walking through the woods.” “You've done @ good job." Graham said excitedly, “Where ts the re- port now?” “In my room, Shall I fetch it, air?” Graham nodded, and Jenking shuf- fled up the stairs, “What luck!" Graham said. “How- ells must have telephoned his suspl- cions to the district attorney. He must have metioned the evidence, but what does that amount to since it's disappeared along with the duplicate of the report, if Howells made one?” "I can fight with @ clear conscl- ence,” Bobby cried. “If trouble comes of his withholding the report I'll take the blame, Here he comes now.” Granam snatched the long envelope from Jenkins's hand. It was addressed to the district attorney at the county beat. “There's no question,” Graham said. “That's it. We musto't open it. We'd Coprriaht, Old Bill ACH year on the first day of October Old Bill grows tired of the human company and the flowers in his summer garden home, Then he steals away and hides him- self and no one in the wide, wide world can find him, No one knows where he has gone and, just between you and me, no one troubles to find out. Like Bo Peep’s lost sheep, if we “leave him alone he will come home tagging his tai! behind him.” The chrysanthemums are always disappointed when they wake because they never open their golden eyes in time to greet Old Bill, If ever one did, it was a very modest, quiet young bloasom which never boasted of its accomplishments. It is a tradition of {he garden for the cosmus to patron- ize the chrysanthemums on account of their friendship with that notable personage whose comings and goings set the time for their garden world, Often when the breeze is stirring the clrysanthemums are seen to sway from side to aide as in despair and are heard to sigh gently. For they know that never, never will they be able to make the acquaintance of Old Bill, though they live to be as old as himself, which is very, very old for 6 Pet Sere Gave tt, O14 Bill ta tle, id His daddy brought Old Bil to the Young Master when he was better not destroy it, Put it where tt won't be easily found, Jenkins. If you} are questioned you have no recollec- tion of Howells having given it to you. Mr, Blackburn promises he will see you get in no trouble.” ‘The old man smiled. “Trouble!” he scoffed, “Mr, Black- burn needn't fret himself about me.) He's the last of this family—that ta) Miss Katherine and he, I'm old and about done for, 1 don't mind trouble, Not a bit, sti Bobby pressed his hand, His voice was a little husky: “I didn't think you'd go that far in my service, Jenkins,” ‘The old butler smile@ slyly: “I'd go @ let further than that, sir, Katherine, Graham, and the doctor waited by the fireplace, They had rd nothing from the authorities, But they must be here soon,” Doc- tor Groom said “Did you hear anything back there, Hartley?" Katherine asked, “It wasn't the servants.” he said, “Jenkins heard the crying. He's cer- tain it came from outside the house,” aredes looked up. Extraordinary!" he said, 1 wish I had heard it, Groom grumbled, The whirring of @ motor reached them. Headlights flung gigantic, dis- torted shadows of treas across the walls of the old wing, Bobby faced th Doctor re coming.” he said, CHAPTER X. HE automobile stopped at the entrance to the court. Three men stepped out and hurried up the path. As they entered the hall Bobby recognized the sal-| low, wizened features of the coroner, | One of the others was short and thick net. His round and florid face, one felt, should have expressed friendliness and good-humor rather than the intol- erant anger that marked it now. The third was @ lank, bald-headed man, whose sharp face released more deter- mination than intelligence, be m Robinson, the district attor- ney,” the stout one announced, “and this is Jack Rawlins, the best detective I've got now that Howe Jack was a ciose friend of he'll make a good job of it, thought it was time I came myself to seo what the devil's going on in this house,” ‘The lank man nodded. ‘re right, Mr, Robinson, There'll | be ne more nonsense about the cam. It is had made an arrest he by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening Worl ) — haired lad of three, running rompers, and Bill, as he was called, was about as big as @ piece. Big changes have taken place then—no wonder; it is eighteen ago. The sunny-haired boy is Cadet Charles Giendenning, U. a} R, and Old Bul has grown to great size of eight inches, Old Bill is a very sober fellow, leads @ perfectly regular ex ean The war has disturbed almost evemm | body's life—has turned some of | But | | { them completely upside down. not | that of Old Bill. His life is as pegu- lar as the rise and fall of the tide, but not as hasty, good gracious, mn Tides change twice a day. Bill'g changes only twice a year—in Clie ring and in the fal n In the spring the crocuses and May flower buds set the Faron, sage. by the coming of Old Bill. they see him trudge down the path — and stand with expectant look before the kitohen door, see the door ay and Bill walk in, they know that ir is the 16th of May. All summer lone — he amblea about the garden and ii) — and out of the kitchen, When he ia no longer to be seen in his favorite sum- mer haunts they know that the first of October come. If some one of the blossoms should ask the date, say on the first of N vember, the answer, would be “ six and a half moiths to Old They always count to his coi among them again, you see. Th of June would be seventeen since Old Bill. (Seventeen since the 16th of May.) They no mistake measuring time by, ¢ Bill, Weather and seasons are! Ny ceiving and human events are stil! 1 accurate, For instance: > The flowers in the garden cannot t he Will snow before Christmas, or during May or when the Young +4 ter in his dark blue and gold unl fou * ‘Will come home again to stay. ; But what they do know for #olute certainty is when to of the coming of Old Bill. His ay ee ance among them means a certain day in epring, hs isuppear aide means that it ts the first race mea cers a me would thin at ON s07 i ot the mid-May days he would cout out of hia underground winter ‘om. and find himself*in the wrong a den. But he never has done shat hn I don't think be ever will. He 4 made no such mistake these sept years past and tg not likely to rr: his habit at his time of life, 3 WHEN THE YANKS BRING ‘THE TANKS TO THE RHINBi fn, Far across the ocean, ‘bout @ hi rhe tnies from Mots, ute bending @ Kaise: . had Pee He was far far from every gun, “Vot you mean, you dirt: doatyr: disturbing me like dia?” ‘Bardon me, Your Highness, bote fO@4 hands und feets I kiss, Der Choymans are retreating @hi der nort, east, sout and ves Dey neffer beat dose Allies, yet de: always try der pest. dats “For der Yanks prought der tanks and dey turned all der cranisqo! Und dey vill advance to der Rhine: Ven dey reach der banks, to goot Gol! «if you thanks If you yet see an inch uf your line. “Hindy, dough, you pet, hass feets, cold und vet, might be alive this minute.” Bobby's heart sank. These men| would act from a primary instinct of revenge, They wanted the man who| had kil'od Silas Blackburn princtpaily because it was certain he had also killed their friend. Rawlins's words, | moreover, suggested that Howells must have telephoned a pretty fajoeh outline of the case, (To Be Continued Monday.) \ i For he runs and rung al der Der Kaiser dey vill get, you will 4 alreatty yet, | Ven der Yanks bring der tank py fcr hhine® “s bd? + 'y ERNEST J. TISCHLE 5 thirteen, “ER, ad a — tie { THE CROOKED PEARS. K There was a crooked pear ‘That grew upon a stem, With @ lot of kith and kin In numbers without end Now, one day, the naughty wind He blew and blew and blew —— ‘Till the branch began to bend And the stem broke in nal So this is the end Of the crooked pears, = For they all fell asleep Tv And forgot to say their prayerd By FRANCIS GOODMAN, aged years, Brooklyn, a HOW TO JOIN THE KL : ‘OBTAIN YOUR PIN. AN Bewinaing with any ber, “cut Out Bix of he 8S ra "may COUPON NO,