The evening world. Newspaper, June 7, 1919, Page 11

Trouble- By the Rev. Thomas B. Gregory Hunting Comrright, 1919, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Bvening World). ot HAT kind of a dog is that, Sam?” “He's a buntin’ dog, boss,” . answered the African. “Does he hunt rabbits?” “No, sir,” replied Sam, “he’ huntin’ trouble most of the time.” Sam's dog has many imitators among human beings the world over. The tribe of trouble hunters is more numerous than any other on the footstool. “Man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble,” 4nd most of the trouble is of man’s own making. As “Sootland’s Darling” so aptly put it: Human bodies are sic fools, For a’ their colleges and schools, a That when nae real ills perplex ‘em ! They invent enough to vex ‘em It was so in Burne’s day, and what Burns saw we see. In @ mighty outburst of eloquence a great preacher once exclaimed’ “Man is a yonder-minded creature!” It was the preacher’s aim to con- Vey the idoa that we humans are forever looking away from the petty affairs of the little mundane life to the grand, full-orbed life that beacons us from the hope-illumined future. No such thing! As a rule we look yonderward for nothing but trouble. We believe in trouble as naturally as the duckling believes in the water; and not all the pleading of all the common sense in the world avails to make us believe in the good intentions of the universe and its kindly provisions for our welfare and peace, If we would but avail our- selves of thom. “Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell, { And hoped to merit heaven by making earth a hell.” Poor old Honorius has @ large following, and a miserable crowd they re! Suspicion, worry, fear, harm them in the mind, and they a un- able to enjoy to-day on account of their sinister thought about to-morrow. The earth is packed full of beautiful things, and of innumerable ways and means of gladness, but we stubbornly refuse to see them. Like Sam's dog, we hunt for nothing but trouble. Buch is the cowardice and cussedness of most human nature—al- ways casting shadows ahead; always inventing the ways and means of self-torture, always imagining the evils that do not exist. “It thon KNEWEST the gift of God,” said the Carpenter's Son. If we only realized what a beautiful world this is, and how it literally teems ‘with the possibilities of success and happiness for all! I used to get fighting mad every time I read or thought of that ‘word, “Take no thought for the morrow.” But I am wiser now. Do your duty to-day, be hopeful and happy to-day—and let to-morrow grandly alone. What a picnic we would have right along if we would obey the wise injunction, “Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.” But instead of doing that, a lot of folks are so full of pessimism and cantankerous- neas that they won't let trouble alone, even when she is quiet, but wake her up, throw stones at her and literally provoke her into assailing them. : The Housewife’s Scrapbook SE beef instead of butter wherever possible. Your fam- fly will get the full amount of fat necessary and it will be at one- third the cost of butter. Haddock costs considerably less than halibut and is an appetizing fish if property cooked. It is in sea- gon all the year and can be baked, broiled or boiled. It is also nice for chowder. Vegetable salads are refreshing on hot days. If raw vegetables are used they should be young and fresh. Boiled vegetables when used for mlads should not be overcooked, as they love their crispness and flavor. French salad dressing 1s preferable | fer vegetable salads, Put a quarter) temypoonful of salt and half that quantity of pepper into a bowl, grad-| Ually add four tablespoonfuls of olive ofl, stirring all the while. Then stir fm one tablespocnful of vinegar and tute this with water if too strong. ‘When boiling or simmering meat de not add the salt until a half hour Before the meat is done, Salt is apt te toughen meat if added at the be- ginning of the cooking process. | @f you are thinking of repapering| a room this spring make the pas'e ‘by mixing one pound of bread flour | ssnoe. with a little cold water until smooth, seizeat. in a tea kettle full of boil- | cave aud then stir between ‘mau "and ‘dor’ bes ing water. A tablespoonful of pow- dered alum added to it will keep the paste from becoming mouldy. | Do not go to the labor of washing the window blinds, Lay them on a| fiat surface and give them a rubbing with a clean cloth and @ very fine bath brick. It is said that mosquitoes will flee from the odor of kerosene, Wet a oloth with the oil and hang it where the insects gather and you will not be molested by them, After you empty the wash boiler rinse it with clear hot water and while sti warm rub the inside with soap. This prevents it from rusting and next wash day it will be thers to serve as suds. When you make ice cream pack newspaper tightly over the top of the freezer, It will keep the ice from melting too rapidly. Cut vegetables in small pieces when cooking them. Some, such as turnips and carrots, are nico when served SILENCED HIM. OU GUBRNSEY was defending one party to an auto collision and was cross-examining a ady witness who undeniably retty, “Have you any idea what caused ‘this accident?” thundered Lou, *Z think go,” said the fair witness ¥. “Then tell the court how it hap- pened,” thundered Dou, eager for facts, “Mast I tell the truth?” “You have sworn to do 0,” “Well, sir, I was standing on the r, and that gentieman turned to @t something and ran into the ol machine,” “Ah,” divined the astute Guernsey, “He turned to look at you. That makes you an accessory before the madame.” Vik it 4 the—the ac- cessories was looking at,” mur- mared the witness.—Argonaut, diced. It will take longer to prepare them but they will cook in one-third the time, thus saving gas. Divri- clans say they are more digestible when thus prepared. Dishes that have been used in the sick room should never be washed with those used by the family. In- fectious diseases have been known to spread in just this way, “You can freshen the Oriental rugs by wiping with water in which borax and ammonia have been dissolved, This mixture will in no wise infure the rugs. HOME PAGE Saturday, June 7, Beat It! _ nneththe, The Evening World’s 1 Kiddie Klub Korne Conducted by Eleanor Scho Coprright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World), How Pearls Are Made HE sea-water has in it little things which the oyster eats. When 4 oyster wants good dinner he opens his shell and lets in bs But sometimes something that he does not want gets Tt may be @ speck of sand or a wee sea insect makes him unhappy to have the thing pressing against body and ling, so the oyster sets to work to cover it over and make it smooth, Then something very wonderful there comes a fluid, which covers the sand or whatever it may be Tap ‘Then comes more and more fluid, layer upon layer of it. It bas grown bigger and smoother as the fluid has settled on it, just aa @ This also becomes hard, and in time that little sand is changed into a lovely pearl. Can Y fluid hardens. snowball grows. CAN You BEAT IT DidbYou Buy THis OLD HEN FoR A SHE KNEW How CAMOUFLAGE HER OLO HENS ALWAYS IT To PASS BRoiLers | — DEAR COUSIN ELEANOR: I thank you very much for the cute gray silver pin I have received as member of the Kiddie Club. 1 think It is an honor to receive it. thankful tha® I am enrolled as @ member and mean to do my duty politan of the Btate. ‘There is a little klub I know That's always waiting for some ‘The Kiddie Klub is the biggest klub It is a coemo- pomeranian Attn tbh. Bar Mea TRE Be, BoM maton ‘@euNOMADSZFTHeNor >» , Z by JAMES OtiveR CuRwoood A Story of the Woods, Adventures of a Pup and a Bear Cub Are Entwined About the Romance of a Man and a Beautitui Girt Copyright 1919, by Doubleday, Page & On, MAPTELS, SYNOPEL OF PRACAULAY ©) After billing © bieck bear, C 5 Milling g big Challoner, & newly aywounied imcior of to Airey. CHAPTER X. left his cabin, uccompanied by Netah, The Killer, Miki came out from under his windMall after # [ the early dawn, when Le Beau night of troublous dreams. He had dreame! of those first weeks after he had Jost his master, when Neewa was always at his side; and the visions that had come to him filled him with an uneasiness and a loneliness that made him whine as he stood watching the dark shadows fading away before the coming of day, At eleven mont! of age Miki breed, He weighed sixty pounds, and none of that sixty was fat. His body Was as slim and as 4 lean as a wolf's, His chest was massiv the ‘muscles rolled like when he moved. His legs were like the legs of Hela, the big Mackenzie hound who was his father; and with hia jaws he could crack’ a caribou bone as Le Beau might have cracked it mith a stone, as 4 young giant of and over it iche cord 8 morning he headed straight for the swamp through which Le Beau's traps were set. Miki was nosing about the first trap-house as Netah and Le Beau entered the edge of the swamp, three miles to the east. A premoni- tion of danger held Miki back. It was something in the attitude of Wapoos, the old rabbit. He was not like the others he had caught along Le Beau's line, He was not struggling in @ trap; he was not stretched out, half frozen, and he was not dangling at the end of a snare, He was all furred up into a warm and comfort able ball, As a matter of fact, Le Beau had caught him with his bands in @ hollow log, and had tied him to the bait peg with @ piece of buckskin string; and after that, just out of Wapoos's reach, he had set a nest of traps and covered them with snow. Nearer and nearer to this menace drew Miki, in spite of the unaccount- able impulse that warned him to keep back. Wapoos, fascinated by his slow and deadly advance, made wo movement, but sat as if frozen into stone. Then Miki His powerful jaws closed with a crunch. In the same instant. there th came the angry snap of fisher-(rap closed om one of his hind Ss at him, eet and a feet. With a snarl he dropped Wa- turned upon snap—snap went Jacques's nest of traps, Two of them missed. The third caught him by a His fangs crunched on the cold steel; ‘rom his paw so that blood streamed forth and stained Madly he twisted himself to get at his hind foot, fisher-trap had secured a hold that He ground it be- twoen his jaws until the blood ran from his mouth, He was fighting it when Le Beau came out from behind 4 clump af spruce twenty yards away with The Killer at his heels. The Brute stopped. He was pant- ing, and his eyes were aflame. hundred yards away he had heard the clinking of the "Ow! he is there,” he gasped, tight- ening his hold on The Killer's lead thong. “He iE poos and front paw. was unbreakable, Red e fear of the man blood raged with a killing ma The truth leaped upon him in of instinctive awakening, These were his enemies instead of the thing the man-beast, and } He remembere ‘This was not on his foot tah, The held a club, movement, gripped the stared like one fascinated, grinding crunch of jaw: know they were the Wild Dog's jaws; he beard @ snari choking slowly into ‘ & wheezing sob of agony, and he knew the wild dog. Long before the last that the sound came from The Killer. The blood rose into his face. fire in his eyes grew livid—a blaze of exultation, of triumph. “Tonnerre de the life out of Netah!” he gasped. yer seen a dog like him alive; and he urant's poos over at Post For several minutes after ¢ lay still while the blood mad slowly through his numbed and At last he staggered to his feet, and then it was that Le Beau chuckled jubilantly and turned back to the cabin, And now followed many days that were days of hell and torment for him struggle between the power the The Brute and the spirit him as nothing else in all the world bad ever thrilled him before, opened his eyes wide—and whined, woman now was beautiful She understood; and the gentle heart throbbed In her bosom, Her eyes giowed with the soft radiance of stars. pale cheeks came a sweet flush. sat the baby down, and with the cloth and warm water continued to bathe Miki's head, been human, must have worshipped ber then as she knelt there, all that was pure and beautiful in hood, an angel of mercy, radiant for forgetfulness of him, And Le Beau did enter—and see her—so quietly that for a space whe did not realize bis presence; and with him staring down on her she continued to talk and lnugh and helt sob, and the baby kicked and prattled and flung out its little arma wildly in the joy of these exciting moments, Le Beau's thick tips drew back tn an ugly leer, and he gave a savage Nanette flinched as if struck in Which the it wag ‘this do she had loved a dog. that had given her ection she had known of The Brute, and with barbarous cruelty Le Beau had driven it from her. had encouraged it to seek freedom in the wilderness, as Netah had at Therefore she had prayed that the wild dog of the trap- ine might escape. As Le Beau came nearer she saw that what he drew after him upon rag made of of sapling, and when, er, she looked down at ite ®urden, she gave a little cry of frozen limbs. Nanette herself -an unequal, shall fight Di ke last sought his. The Killer was as good as dead if left another minute. club Le Beau advanced. As he sank his fangs deeper into Netah's throat » Miki saw the new danger out of the corner of his eye. He loosed his jawa and ewung himself free of The Kiiler as the club descended, He oniy partly blow, which the shoulder Quick as a flash Le Beau, had he With uprained It was the second week of his cap- Le Heau came into the ed; of the clearing, and with him was Durant, his acquaintance and rival from the edge of the Barrens farther north. Durant had sent his outfit on to Fort O'God by an Indian, and hud struck south and west with dogs and a sledge to visit @ cousin for 2 day or twe. way to the Post when he came upon Le Beau on his trapline. Thus much Le Beau told Nanette, and Nanette looked at Durant with startled eyes. They were a good palr, Jacques and his Durant was older. somewhat accustomed to the brutal- in Le Beau's face, but she thought that Durant was a monster. e made ber afrand, and «he was jad when they went from the cabin. Compan ‘the “toliowing, Wag ry 1h wt hee tues Wow iy Neewa, hunts out aus aye, ros it and ey the war ped straight into the cabin, stood back and rubbed his band: he looked at Miki on the floor. ette saw that he was in @ strangely good humor, and waited. “By the Blessed Saints, should have seen him kill he exulted, ‘Oui; him down by the throat quicker than you could flash your @: he was within an when I fought him wis? tne club. when thay me that he kills him second-hand of le knocked him down, He was on hie he was on his feet and had lunged ut Frenchman was a master with he had used it, and he brought it @ sudden side-swing that rifle force against Miki » blood spurted from his He was dazed She had become “Get up, you fool!" he snarled, She obeyed, the baby in her arms, change, and the greenish fire re- turned into his eyes when he caught aight of Le Beau. ish snarl rose in his throat Le Beau turned on Nanette. glow and the flush had not go Kone from her eyes and cheeks as @he stood with the baby hugged up to her breast, and her big shining over her shoulder, velvety fire in t ht that came through the west But Le Beau saw nothing mouth and nostrils, and half blinded. He leaped again, and the club caught him once more. He heard Le Beau's ferocious cry of A third, @ fourth, and a fifth time he went down under the ciub, and Le Beau no longer laughed, but swung his weapon wil was half fear in his ¢: time the club missed, closed against The Brute's chest, rip- ping away the thick coat und shirt as if they had been of paper, and leav- a skin a bleeding more—a little bet- ter vision in his blood-dimmed eyes— and he would have reached the man’s throat. A gramt cry rose out of Le For an instant he felt the ap- palling nearness of death. Le Beau got glimpse of The Killer as he disap- peared. His club-arm shot out again, # clean miss; und this time it was pure chance that saved him, trasechain caught, and Miki fell back when his hot breath was almost at Brute’s jugular. his stde. Before he could himself the club was pounding his head into the snow, The world grew r had the power t A deep and wolf- is going to Kill your poos tod you but And he took with him the club and him in with the pack he will kill braid had falle listening with Miki's eyes followed him as he dls- the cabin door. nm he looked swiftly back to Nan- She had drawn nearer. eyes were shining aa she bent over him. A snarl rose in Miki's throat, For the first time he looking upon sensed, all at once, as the world bruised and Like a tiger frewh out of the jungles Miki responded to the club and the stood aghast, and exclaimed under nis breath: “Mon Dieu! he is @ devil!" From the window Nanette suw what was happening, and out of her rose @ Sudden as a burst of fire there rose in her—triumphant at last and unafraid—that thing which for years The Brute her womanhood revurrected! Her soul broken free of its shackles! Her faith, her strength, her nourage! She turned from the window and rau to the door, and out over the snow and for the firvt time in her life she struck at Le Beau, and the arm that was is the robber devil you are to kill—elmost. fasten you, and then—Go to!" Miki, no longer fighting the trap, was eyeing them as they advanced. In this moment of peril be felt no In bis veins the hot “If you make a poos kitten) of that dog—a thing like you made of Minoo, the breed-bitch, I cry of anguish, # ciference 08 nands were clinched, and there was an ugly passion in his eyes. eded no more than that. received many blows, but there was the memory of - one that never left her, night or day. Some day, if she could ever get to Post Fort O' God, and had the cour- e would tell le Facteur of that blow-—how Jacques struck it at and her bosom broken body his heart Nanette spoke to bim. Never in his life had he heard a voice like hers—soft and gentle, with a& breaking sob miracle of miracles—she had dropped on her knees and her hands were at had crusted | where ' And be happy He fell on Killer, oy as if it were yosterday the first time he had seen a man with a club in his hand. Watching oe ty butterfiles With every bird and flower In that instant hie spirit leapt beck through the generations—vack beyond his father, and bis back to that far day when the blood In the veins of his race wan “just dog,” and he romped with children, and listened to the cal! of woman, and worshipped at the shrine of human- And now the woman had run quickly to the stove, and was back again witha dish of warm water and ‘h, and wae bathing his head, talking to him all the time in that gentle, half- sobbing voice of pity He closed his eyes—no A great sigh heaved le wanted to put out his tongue and lick the slim white hands that were bringing iim peace And then the strangest And Le Beau But he was not afraid, Foot by foot, and then almost inch by inch, the Killer crept feet, eight, six—and ull that time Miki made no move, never winked an eye. With a snarl like that of a tiger, Netah came at him, What happened then was the most marvellous thing Reau had ever seen. his eyes could scarcely follow the had passed like a flash under the belly of Netah, and turning then at the end of his trap chain he was at The Killer's throat before Le Beau could have counted ten, They were down, and The Brute in his hand and father’s father; im the panting, exu voice of the man-beast. Beau, black though his heart was, could not keep back a pray of thankfulness that he was victor— and had missed death, though by a space no wider t “You beast!" she cried. you shall not! SHALL NOT!" Paralyzed with amazement, The Was this Nanet’a, This wonderful creature with eyes that were glowing fire ond defiance, and @ look in her face that he had never seen in any woman's Non—impossible! rage rose in him ,and with a single sweep of his powerful arm he flung het back so that she fell to tho earth. With a wild curse he lifted the bar of the cage door, Do you hear? Brooklyn, N. ¥. cteur—the Big Man at Post Fort O'God, @ hundred miles away—was powerful enough to Brute stood still the link of a So swiftly that It was well that Le Beau did not read this thought in her mind now With his warning he turned to Miki and dragged him out of the cabin to & cage made of saplings, the winter before he ha live foxes. A small chain ten feet in length be fastened peck and then to one of the sapling bars before he thru wide the door of the bim by gutting the babiche thongs & knife CHAPTER XI. face before? saw Jacaues come out of the edge of the timber late in the afternoon, dragging something on the snow behind him. In her heart, ever since her husband had begun to talk about Miki, she had kept secret to herself @ pity for longer afraid. out of his body. around = Miki's and comfort, w he almost ghrieked, thing of all happened, 4s the crib the ‘baby sat up and becan to prattle, was Dew note“. Life's epry_ ade to bim, but it his prisone: in- ‘ison and freed hroat: I will"— jontinued Monday.) fish-ega. pens. From the oyster’s America First be By Gerard Bolger : to go ak To get @ littie silver gray pin 4 And try his best for prises to win, No money paid, no money asked, But just the most of fun wh ‘To see and write your best poema «| And all the prizes won. I cannot express half of my tude in words to you. I shall forget you. Faithfully, Lucy INTE, New York MAY CONTEST AWARD WIN “What | Would Do If | Were If I were rich I would build a hospital where I eould keep all wick. I'd have a big marble with marble posts outside, a big dig oak trees where birds make their nests aad I could music all day long, I'd build @ boat and bring soldiers home from bey oe rts c much, very J. FICH aged el years, valon HULL N. J. yr: He — Ce JUNE RIDDLE AND ANSWERS CONTEST. gy Ten prises of four Thrift (the equivalent of $1) will be ed each of the members, ages six to fifteen who submit the best riddies and an- sewers. The riddies and their answers be sent at the same time and in same envelope, Contesteants must state N. AGE, ADDRESS and CER’ NUMBER. Address Cousin Eleanor, World Kiddie Klub, No, 63 Park New York City. A THE LILIES. Sweet as the lilies that grow by Never a rose as sweet could | Very sweet and also fair, oki Binging and dancing Floating gently on the great strgges Like thousands of diamonds Thee lory gleams, UCY CONTE, aged fourteen, New York City. THE LAND OF Joy, Come little girl, Come little boy Let us take a journey To the land of joy, shall listen htingale’s song To the All day long fare Darting and there; Our jo’ we shall ahi And when the pretty dream ‘anes y, fal z r wand o'er ev: all all hurry home " happily go to bed, By ROSE RUBINOFF, aged ole¥in, HOW TO JOIN THE KL OBTAIN YOUR PIM,