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v.'i^SS^H^SiDids "'AW :£M* •+*m mpV ¥>^ ,*--y^ Br niANCBS LANYON • %• i' (Copyright, ISIS. by W. O. ChapmanJ "He'a not coming back--I feel It, I know it," sighed Ira Wells. "I hope Janet don't take on!" The old man breathed hard amid his mournful soliloquy. He was carrying a leaf of the dining room table np the attic stairs. They were crooked •nd he was not supple or nimble. He groaned a trills as a narrow turn nearly upset him. Finally, however, he reached the top of the stairs, dragging the heavy black walnut board after Aim. "The last leaf!" he voice*! solemnly, and set it up against the slanting rafter. Then he rubbed his eyes and Hood viewing the board and its environment solemnly. "All gone now," he murmured. "It had to come, I suppose; but Joel--1 thought he'd stick it out. There is Nellie, of course, but she is like an own daughter and alwayB counted on making her home with us. And now --she's just as heartbroken aa we are." The last leaf of the dining room table had three companions. Once all (oar had been in use--but that was in the long ago. Madge had married and she and her husband and his sister and, later, the two little ones, with Joel, the only son, had made the old house ring with joy and laughter. Always was there a merry, happy table full. Then the sister-in-law had married, and one leaf came out. Then Madge and her husband and their two children had gone to Canada, and two more followed. • Only six months since there had come the final break. Joel had gone jSOthtng to Mr. tsd Mrs. Weils. Shi %&• In a rare flatter when she went ewer to this house one morning and, for some unaccountable reason, remained there chatting, an unusual occurrence, for Nellie was as energetic worker. Then, at the sound of carriag* wheels, she ran out to the front door. "Oh, folks! hurry! hurry!" her voice raftg out "Some one has arrived." The "someone" was Madge, and with her Mr. Waldron and the children. It seemed to the worn, weary father and mother as though paradise had been restored to them. Of course It was "a visit" Oh, yes, Madge needed a change, and Mr. Waldron's business had allowed of his leaving It, and the children were so happy, and Joy reigned supreme. "One--two--three--for Nellie most stay to dinner, sure!" piped Mr. Wells, hopping about like a patriarch rejuve n&ted. "Five, and the two little ones. That means seven. Three leaves will give us plenty of room, eh, wife?" "Hold on, 1*11 help you," suggested his son-in-law, aa Mr. Wells started for the attic. The old man chattered like a macpie; he ambled up the stairs, down the stairs, chuckling, laughing, infused with new life. "There, that'll do!" he cried, cheerily, aB he carried the third of the table leaves into the dining room. "There's another, isn't there?" Interrogated Mr. Waldron with affected indifference, as the leaves were fitted into place. "Yes, but we don't need It" "But we may," submitted Mr. Waldron. "Look here, father, I want to toll you a story." "Fire away, son!" "There's a fellow came up to Canada and told us how lonely and deserted you dear folks were. Well, Madge cried and I felt homesick. We sold out home and business. We're here to stay." "Glory!" shouted Mr. Wells. "And who was the fellow?* "Joel, your son." "Joel!" "Exactly. He'd made a strike with a mining partner. He's got enough to pay -a certain eight hundred dollars he was worrying about. He's got enough left after that to go into business with me, right here in town, and marry Nellie, and settle down, right here at home." The old man was as tare, trembling all over. "Son," he gasped, "it's too good to be true!" "It isn't," asserted Robert Waldron. "In fact, Joel sent me ahead from town to prepare you for a steady boarder. He's jnade good and has 'come back.' Hell be here within an hour." "Mother!" cried the old man in a delirious joy. "Tell her. son!" And Mr. Waldron repeated his etory. "To think of It!" almost sobbed Ira Wells. "All hands back in the old home nest. Oh, I'm so overcome I--1 don't know what to do!" "Father," suggested his wife, smiling through her tears, "suppose you go upstairs and bring back the last leaf!" $?' <K •-i'-i; ' fit"'" "All Gone Now," He Murmured. away--suddenly, capriciously, his father thought. Joel had simply stated that there "had been a fuss," that "he eould not at all get along with a crossgrained tyrant," his employer, and that he was going to seek his fortune In a new field. In truth Joel had made a bad mistake in purchasing some stock for the business at a ruinously high figure without obtaining the sanction of his employer, whom he should have wired. The next day the stock went down to a low point. The house lost eight hundred dollars on the deal. Mr. Warner found fault with JoeL The latter had a high spirit and could not brook complaint. "I discharge myself," he announced &ngrily. "IH never enter your doors again until I am able to repay the measly sum you mourn about and which, under the circumstances, should be at the risk of the business. Mr. Wells descended the stairs. He was on nettles until he saw how his wife would take the abstraction of the table leaf. It would be remindful and he' cherished a patient regard for her feelingH. To his surprise, when Mrs Wells came into the house she simply looked grave and said, evenly enough: "Yes, we can get along with less table space, Ira, but oh! it looks so lonesome. - Nellie is coming over to tea." Nellie arrived with her pleasant smile and gentle ways. She was the light of the house, her presence graced it She was unusually vivacious on the present occasion and Mr. Wells noticed it. He attributed it, however, to her helpful spirit in constantly striving to-direct their attention away from their sense of loneliness. Nellie's sweet face did not even shadow when she noted the further curtailment as to table space. "Why, it will not even be crowded when Joel comes!" she said, brightly. "When he does!" responded his father, rather disconsolately. "Tell you, Nellie, I'm afraid the boy is going to be a rolling stone. We got a letter from him yesterday. He's going to Canada." "Yes,"nodded Nellie, and seemingly not discomposed at the statement, "so he wrote me." "Dp to Waldron's folks, I suppose," continued Ira. "I never like it when a fellow drifts down on relatives out «f a Job." But how' do we know that Joel has fome motive In view in dropping m the folks?" submitted Nellie, qtftte audaciously. "Dropping in on them!" iterated his father, somewhat impatiently. "Seems to me he must be flush with money to take that long jaunt." "Maybe he is," suggested Nellie. 0he could have hugged herself for the Joy that was bubbling over In her happy heart. "I must save the sarprlse," she whispered to hanaU. "It will be so delightful!" The days went on. Nellie received More than one letter, and twice teleis, oonoernlng which she Gas Works in Japan. for a nation accustomed to lamps and candles for centuries, the fact that nearly 2,000,000 people in Japan now j use gas for lighting purposes, is j worthy of notice. Despite the charges for gas, higher than in Europe or America, the per capita consumption continues on the increase. In time a more developed condition of the industry will permit of a lower rate through the production and sale of dyes, coal tar and other by-products. Superstition and ignorance were the causes of numerous accidents at first, but the results have not been so uniformly fatal as in many foreign countries. This is principally due to the fact that the rooms of Japanese houses are not so nearly air-tight as the houses of this country. The amount of capital now invested in gaB works in Japan amounts to about $26,000,000, with about 250 miles of piping. The concerns engaged in the enterprise have on the whole done well from the standpoint of profit, the dividend yields being about 10 per cent annually. The hydroelectric industry in Jar pan, however, is developing fast, which may cause the gas companies to suffer somewhat.--Philadelphia Commercial Museum Notes. /: Culture. Culture is not a useless for ornament. Culture is service, growth. Culture of the field means the highest development of life. Without culture of this kind there can be no successful agriculture. The lack of culture means idleness and waBte of the field as well as of the human Intellect. Plant food in the soil becomes available, assimilable, only by culture. Bacterial life in the Boil becomes most active and productive under culture. Culture, properly guided, is vision realized. Nowhere is there a higher or more useful culture than in the development of plant and animal life. A trained mind is a cultured mind. A highly productive field is a cultured field. The farm is nature's culture garden. There is culture in agriculture, and agriculture is culture in a highly Intensified form.--Breeder's Gazette. The Unfair 8ex. "Wait a minute," said Mrs. Jones to Mrs. Knox, who was making a neighborly call. "I want to show you my new Easter bonnet." "I think I saw It," replied Mrs. Knox. "You had it on at church last Sunday, did you not?" 'Yes," replied Mrs. Jones. "By the way, how did you like it?" "Oh, it was • Just lovely," rejoined Mrs. Knox. "I'm sure, dear, it looked as well as it did last year." Only a female of the species could say a thing like that and say it so sweetly that honey would taste sour In comparison. Fewer Deatho-From, The number of dea' therla has almost unirn iterfjy de* md arms, (Copyright.) Biggs was the greenest-looking man that ever faced old Bill Williams, and did not flinch. On the occasion when he floated into the stuffy little Bock Gulch station and draped his spir- Ituelle fenn across one end of Bill's desk, that gentleman removed bis visual hardware and snorted in his wrath, "And who In Trophet may you be?" howled old Bill, his whiskers twitching like an angry cat's. Biggs smiled s cherubic smile and picked up one of Bill's letters with a casual air of Interest. "You don't know me, grandpa?" he remarked quizzically, as if In doubt "Pht! Pht! You--darn you--who --say, are you Biggs?" exploded the wrathy Bill. "Biggs and me are the same gent, sir," responded the smiling visitor. Williams surveyed the elongated figure with contempt rampant on his featurea, "Well, yon are a looloo, alnt yod? Ton don't look able to ding hash--let alone lightning. Know what you're up against, don't you?" "No, and what's more, I don't give a dang." "Well, my ducky--my little insult to civilized society--you are billed to handle that Cinnamon Creek trick, and if you're not scalped by them blooddrlnkin' dagoes inside of a week yon can draw your pay. Yon hear?" "I ain't at all hard of hearing, pa I" said Biggs. Williams grew red, then purple and looked about to explode. At last he dashed fiercely from the room and slammed the door with a bang. For a month Biggs had kept strict tab on the goings and comings of six sand trains and six hundred Italians. His office, a dismantled box car, was by no means prepossessing, but small defects were lost on Biggs. Back of him stretched the lrage pit, down Into whose shifting depths locomotives jerked long strings of fiats, which, passing beneath the magic of a row of furious steam shovels, emerged freighted with sand. Two hundred yards to the west was the Cinnamon trestle and beyond that the track melted away upward toward Peak City, a dozen miles as the crow flies, up the shoulder of the divide. Biggs regarded the swarthy sons of the South with distrust, but he wss too wise to tell them of the fact. One cheerful Incident had broken his monotony mercifully. That was when a lengthy and fervent reprimand. direct from a real roll-top desk, and covering the Williams incident, arrived. Biggs sighed, folded the sheet neatly, and stored it sway in a secret pocket aft. Then he p! ':ed up the "Sleuth Library," opened to the chapter headed 'The Plot Thickens" and got down to business. It was now the third day that he had abstracted the reprimand and carefully perused its contents. Biggs was enjoying it to the full. He sat in the car, heels cocked up, holding the missive at arm's length before his eyes. Then he started up, listening. He heard a sound like the vigorous puffing of a locomotive, but yet unlike It Dropping down from the car. Biggs set off toward the trestle and presently came in sight of an engine, three cars, and a steam driver calmly settling down to work on a big pile as though dropped from fairyland. Biggs recalled wiring down concerning the condition of that east end, but had never expected more than a visit from a red-shlrted Irishman with sledge and wedges. Here was a pile driver In full blast Biggs strolled back to his car, sat down and resumed reading the thriller. He had made stirring progress and was within a lap or two of the bloodyhanded villain when a piercing yell arose from the direction of the trestle. Biggs dropped the book and leaped to the car door. As he rushed around the curve that hid the trestle from view he saw a strange sight. Running, crawling, scrambling across the trestle were the Italians, each armed with pick or shovel and making desperate efforts to close the distance that intervened between them and a group of seven men in blue Jumpers who fled for dear life up the sinuous grade toward Peak City. Wholly unable to grasp the meaning of it all Biggs' instinct turned him about and he sped for his instrument He flung himself Inside the car and reached for the key. But someone was calling him. He stabbed at the lever and answered. "Runaway--sixteen loaded flatsdear away!" t That came from Peak City. Biggs Jumped up and glanced at his watch by habit The next he knew he was racing up the track toward the deserted driver train. "Fools! Cowards! Knaves!" he groaned. With a fierce pounding at his neck he mounted, the locomotive at a bound and glanced back at the towering derrick. At sight of it came his first feeling of fear. If he only knew how to take it down, he thought! Then, with a shiver of Intense anguish, he saw that the train was trapped by a halfdriven pile! With a cry that was half a whine he seised an ax that entered his range of vision and the next instant was blindly r The mi, ate into the The elghteea-hatottid pound hamster resting on its cMSSt was exerti*g lttpower. Biggs BtVflftd a brief is- (ftittt lit suspense -MB the ax circled-^ viciously and bit the wood. "Crack-k!" Biggs shifted his foot to the angle of a brace and swung a last desperate stroke square at the:i bending fiber. Then he leaped away as pile and hammer plunged resistlessly down the clayey slope. The next moment he was staring stiffly at the crumpled body of an Italian lying among the tools at the foot of the derrick and he knew the reason for the mutiny. Then he observed his box-car station slide by and awoke to realisation. A faint roar from far up the mountain spurred him on and he rushed forward. He was scrambling over the coal pile to the engine cab when he felt the sudden Interruption in flight that told of the application of air brakes. He glanced up and beheld a man handling the levers In the cab, not ten feet distant. "Open *er up 1 Let '«r out!" yelled Biggs, excitedly waving his arms toward the mountain behind. i, "Guess not! She's running aw*y--- or was I" 1 "Sixteen loose flat cars back of us-- sixteen!" screamed Biggs, as he slid bodily into the cab snd struggled to his feet "Hell!" ejaculated the stranger. Then he pulled a lever way over. "Who're you?" shouted Biggs. "Goff, fireman, fresh from the water tank!" His dripping garments corroborated bis statement amply and forced a smile to Biggs' face. Behind them the driver waved and swung in snaky circles. "We're doing all shell standi" the fireman called. "Guess we're tagged, all right!* i "What?" "They're going to catch us !* "We'll wla by about six car lengths I Poke the fire!" he called. "Hurrah! Man at switch!" shaute4 the fireman an Instant later. ^ "That's Bill, bless his hesrtl" "Homestretch!" called Goff, U Hi threw down the shovel. The roar of the two catapults was now one thunderous roll. The tension grew almost overpowering and the men gripped their breath In expectation of a disastrous finish. Four--six--eight long seconds ticked by and then the stiff figure of old Bill Williams flashed by. The fireman's face broke into a smile as he seized the lever. Slzz-zz I went the brakes on the huge wheels and then, in a cloud of ssnd and dust, the fast-flying flat cars careened by--on the siding. Another moment and the pile-up at the bump end of the dead switch occurred. Biggs and Goff dashed through a hail of sand and brought, the train to a standstill a bare hundred yards beyond. Fine man. Bill!" he remarked earnestly, and the recipient grunted with grim pleasure. Biggs wss sent for and left on the first train. Confronting the roll-top desk, be exhibited the blisters on his palms, Bhook the sand from his shoes, and stood up bravely under the friendly pats from the rich and powerful. Then they sent him back to tho sand pit--just to get his grip. Hawaiian Owners of Chickens *f:' Are Sleeping Lightly. Fearful That Mm*. Pete, the Goddess Who Lfves\in Kilauea Crater, Is p^'I*0er'"fer More Poultry 'W: Furnish Her Dinner, • • _ BELLS MAKE SPLENDID MUSIC Owners of coal-black game cocks in Hawaii are keeping out an eye to see that the chicken house is locked securely every night. And that's all because the volcano of Kilauea; Is now the most active It has been for 35 years. Six months ago Kilauea was sputtering away in its mile-wide bowl of burning, molten rock, with the level of the flaming crimson sea .of boiling lava 000 feet from the top of the crater. The night that Secretary of the Navy Daniels and his party paid Kilauea a visit---the latter part of August--the level of the seething lava lake was about 50 feet below the crater's top. Several overflows already have occurred- A cone which once jutted 500 feet above the crater's top has melted away Into the sea of fire. Two hours after the secretary and his party left the main crater and a second smaller one, caved In, joining the craters. And Kilauea still Is going strong. As to the connection of all this with coal-black game cocks? Oh, that's Very simple. Many years ago, when the islands first were becoming a white man's land, Kilauea became angry. It roared and hissed and sputtered and the ground shook. Then the lava overflowed and moved slowly down the mountain side toward Hilo. The native Hawailans had been Christians but a comparatively short time. Their fright knew no bounds, for the Island legends are full of the tales'of what Kilauea did when Mme. Pele, the goddess who lived In Kllauea's crater, became angry. So the Hawailans prayed that the flow might stop, but It didn't Then they danced, but that was ineffective. Finally, forgetting their Christianity for a time, they sent a party by cfenoe to Honolulu to consult a few remaining priests of the days when they all worshiped the' strange South sea deities. "Throw a black rooster into the lava flow," was the advice, they brought back. The sleekest, shiniest cock on the island of Hawaii was picked for the sacrifice, and while the maidens danced, the warriors cast the squawking bird into the base of the lava flpw. In an hour the flow had stopped. Mme. Pele, the most-feared goddess of the island, evidently had been satisfied with a chicken dinner. American residents of the island believe that if there Is ever another big lava flow, coal-black roosters will come Into demand once more. * Sweet Sounds Have Moved Many Qreat Writers to Record Their Tribute of Dtilght ' TM lovely carillons of bells la Belgian towers have Inspired many apoet, many an author. Rosetti, Stevenson, Thackeray, Thomas Hardy, Victor Hugo, Longfellow, Macdonald, Henry VanDyke and others have written of the music of the carillon. The 45 bells In the tower of St. Rombold at Mechlin, or Mallnes, which were beard by Victor Hugo In 1845, gave birth to a poem which tradition says he wrote with his ring upon the window pane of a little inn in the middle of the night. The theme is a description of the wonderful carillon music at Mallnes. Another writer, William Gorham Rice, who heard the great master of bells, Josef Denyn, play on the carillon of St. Rombold, has given a splendid description of the effect of this music upon him. He says: "Sometimes in winter, after icicles have formed, there a>mes a thaw, and one by one they tumble down gently at first then bolder In a mass they come till, like an avalanche, they crash down with a mighty roar. All of this the music suggested. It was low, it was loud, It was from one bell, it was from chords of bells. It was majestic, it Was simple. And every note seemed to fall from above, from such heights that the whole land heard Its beauty.* Seven Wonders of the World. Three lists are given of seven wonders. What are known as the seven wonders of the ancient world were: Pyramids of Egypt, Pharos of Egypt, hanging gardens of Babylon, temple of Diana at Ephesus, statue of Jupiter by Phldeas, mausoleum of Artemisia, Colossus of Rhodes. Those of the middle ages were: Coliseum of Rome, catacombs of Alexandria, great "wall of China, Stonehenge, leaning tower of Pisa, porcelain tower of Nankin, mosque of St. Sophia In Constautl nople. One list of the seven wonders of the new world are: Wireless telephone, airplane, radium, antiseptics and antitoxins, spectrum analysis, 3£» ray. creased during at present IS of 1900. last l£ years, and -than ooohalf that Wanted: Mere Information, The makings of this kind of story will disappear Jan, IS, 1920. Two rounders were seated at a table In their club cafe, and after a long, silent and very wet session one asked: "Shay, you kneftr Brown?" "Wha' Brown?" "Cecil Van Rensselaer Dykeman Brown." "Huh, Cecil Tan Resselaer Dyke- an Brown? Know 'la welL Splend' ' ol' Cecil Van Rensselaer Dykeawa Brown--What'# his name?" Her Dlvoree "Suits." Male Friend--Looking forgraM to your divorce, eh? Mrs. Flyppe--'Yes; Tm simply dying to see what the paperp will say about my costumes.--Boston livening Transcript. • Cynleai JUMce. Belle--What la the be*t way, do you know, of preserving a good complex ion? N«ll--I dent know a bettsr way than keeping the 4}ars airtight A "No" That Made a Friend. A business man went to two bankers. He wished to borrow $2,000 from one and $1,000 from the other. Lyman Anson tells the story in the October Issue of System, the Magazine of Business: The first banker loaned him $2,000, but was so unpleasant and condescending about it that the business man went back to his office with the thought. "I'll never have any more dealings with that bank as long as I live." The second banker refused the loan of $1,000, but he did It so graciously and with so clear an exposition of his reasons, that the business man left as a booster for the bank, and said to himself, .'Tm going to put my affairs In such shape that there will be no earthly reason why this man should not loan to me. 1 want to do business with him." The second banker had learned the art of saying "No." It Is a real art 'Stat have to practice, it every day. *; il Animal Has Rendered greatest Service to Man. to the early days, centuries and centuries ago, man lived mostly by the Chase, as today the last surviving savage tribes still live. The raising of herds, the tilling of the soil, the manufacture of goods, all were unknown. Wild animals, bunted 1n the forests With stone weapons and pointed sticks, furnished almost the only resource. Their fish gave food, their sking. 4pu»«- vlded clothing. To catch the game, a fleet-footed auxiliary in the chase %as necessary; to keep these dangerous animals in a proper state of aw®, a courageous defender was needed by msn. This auxiliary, this defender, and, best of all, this friend, devoted even to death, was the dog; a gift from heaven to help man In his pitiful be ginnings. With the aM of the dog, life was rendered less perilous; food more assured. Leisure followed; and from being a hunter man became a herdsman. The herd was formed, at first very Indocile and at the slightest lack of watchfulness taking agAin to the wild life of old. Its keeping was confided to the dog, which, posted on some rising ground of the pasture, its scent to' the wind and ear on the watch, followed the herd with vigilant eye and rushed to bring back the runaways, or to drive off some evil-lntentioned beast. Thanks to the dog, the herd gave abundance--milk and its products, flesh for food and warm wool for clothing. Then, relieved from the terrible anxiety concerning dally provisions, man took it into his head to dig in the earth and make it pro-, duce grain. Agriculture sprang into being, and with it, little by little, civilization. By the very force of circumstances, therefore, man in ail countries is at first a hunter, later he becomes a herdsman and. ends by being an agriculturist. The dog Is absolutely necessary to him, first for hunting, then for watching and defending the herd. Of all our domestic animals, accordingly, the ddfe Is the earliest on record and the one that has rendered us the greatest perylce.--^ 2fiM> ^ .•V'» ' - ft" Air Mail Delivered at Sea. The first aerial mall delivery to "a ship at sea was accomplished August f4, 1019, when an airplane flying boat dropped a sack of European mail on the deck of the White Star liner "Adriatic" leaving New York. The expert eoce was an official test undertaken at the request of the post office depart ment and may be put into general operation. The flying boat overtook the Adriatic" jnst as she was passing out of the Ambrose channel. After circling around the liner a few times, the pilot, C. J. Zimmerman, came down to within 50 feet of (he ship's masts and dropped thq mail bag. Some 800 passengers crowdcd the promedade deck of the boat and watched the experiment. Their cheers echoed down the bay as the bag was successfully hauled aboard.--MekeeJ's Weekly. Xutomoblle Does Chorea. Another way of making an automobile do all the farm chores at a small expense for gasoline has been devised by Frank R. Weisgerber of Salina. Kan. His Invention Is an attachment comprising a frame with a pulley at its forward end adapted to project In front of the radiator of the car; the fratne has a coupling connecting Its shaft to tfie crankshaft of the automobile, so that by starting up the engine it is possible to operate the threshing machine, saw wood, churn the butter, turn the ice cream freezer, cut the fodder, turn the grindstone, operate the cream separator, or even milk the cow if the farmer is equipped with suitable milking apparatus. Let Monkey Do the WortC Garner, the naturalist, who has spent many years learning the monkey language, believes thpy could be developed Into a race of workers use ful on the farm and In the mill. "Sam, a boy ape, that shared ray home In Africa," he said, "learned to fetch things I called for. If a man can train a dog to herd sheep, why couldn't he train an ape to help with farm and mill work?" Maybe he could, but 11 the ape had to be fed on fresh coconuts and had an attack of pneumonia with every rainstorm his keep might coat more than hla worth. putfMiStr SEL. • : $ . * •MM*, /v!*rV j $6 JfjUli|re to Do That is the Mqpt Fr% tuent.Caiiee for^lnvestmiil:, Being a Failure, , / 1 Nothing gives a keener test to thrift * than saving to own a home. Ouf thrifty foreign-born citizens, as well as many of our native-born, are homo owners. The home-owning spirit hi, commendable. A city of home ownetfc Is a stable city. A city of renters 1m apt to be shifting and transient If you lose money in owning a hoajjo IMS usually attributable to one oft# following causes: . - • "You invest, in a home too ekpenaii|» J c. for your Income. , '• "You pay more for it than Its locfc» ^ tiow and cost of construction justify, , jf f"-1 letting the other fellow gobble profits while you accept the loss. ^ / % "You ore a poor Judge of locatlt* \'Jy values and get into a location whefl»< there Is little or no demand for property or where values are decreasing. " "You construct a home devoid conveniences, grotesque in appearance or out of the ordinary and of a typo' that few people would desire. "You neglect yttle essentials, sndk as closet room, sunlight, location tot stairways and other things. While you may think It matters little, nine other persons out of ten will object to them. Think of building a home la a city where sunshine is pleasant eleven months of the year and then of placing the stairway to the south, cutting out all the sunshine, while tho windows are placed at the north. Sudl Is sometimes done. The owner then will wonder why so few desire to buy or rent it. The reason should bo clear."--From "Ten Lessons In Thrift," by Thomas E. Sanders. t: Heljjolahd Reltlitsfrtfl. jt The Islanders, forced to migrate to the mainland during the war, have come back to Helgoland, and thei smallest nation in the world, as the! Helgolanders like to call themselves,1 Is hoping that by another season the island will again be a popular summer resort. The thought that most disturbs them Is the possibility that the demolition of \he fortifications by the entente commission tfhich is presently to arrive for that purpose may work some Injury to the natural beauties of Helgoland. A correspondent who went there to have a last look at the German engineering which will soon be demolished, reports a state of general satisfaction among the islanders, and finds that Prussianism seems to have left no Impress on the civil population. The feeling Is everywhere that the future looks full of promise, and that die past Is well got rid of. Freaks of Nature. A cat that barked like a dog, recent* ly exhibited at Boston, tops the list of numerous freaks discovered in this country. Recently, says the Detroit Free Press, a giant glow worm 4% Inches long, was found in the Santa Cruz mountains. When placed in the dark a gorgeous effect was produced hy the luminous rings circling its body. Mammoth fruit Is of frequent occurrence, but In Southstake, Bath, England, a shocking case of a plant overeating was discovered. It resulted In seven daisies growing on one stalk. This freak, scientists said, was caused by fesclatlon, which means overeating. White blackbirds, canaries, linnets and sparrows have been seen and exhibited. The ocean, too, gives its share of curious freaks. A double-sided flounder, with both sides alike, duplicate fins , and a misplaced eye, «w caught some months ago. Better Stories to Be Told. "Let me write the songs of the nation and I caf*e not who makes the laws," was the idea of a luncheon given recently by T. Tokonaml, minister of home affairs, at his official residence to story tellers and singers from the cheaper amusement halls of Toklo. Japan has hundreds of storytelling halls, which vie with the cinemas in attracting throngs unable to attend more expensive entertainments. Tokonaml said that the songs and stories of the people have a great Influence on the character of the Japa nese community, and he urged his guests to give the public only that which will elevate the mind and char acter, -<i8 well as prove interesting and artistic.--From the Japan Bulletin: New Zealand's Trade With Japs. Japan's Imports Into New Zealand are increasing rapidly, and they consist almost entirely of manufactured goods. During the war period larjje quantities of Japanese goods flooded this market some of which were of a fairly good quality, but some were very shoddy. The shoddy goods were imported chiefly during 1916 and 1917, since which time the quality of the Japanese manufactures has t ,4gc«|{|y Improved. • > ^ Refined Robbery.* "I don't understand all these daylight robberies," said the police officer. "The explanation is easy," replied the criminologist "Robbers now have their own motor cars. Wealth brings refinement and they do not care to come into contact with the rough ele-' ment one Is likely to meet on tbe streets at night." Inconsistent "Bah, sir!" snorted the Irritable member of the . club. "It's a waste of time to argue with youP* "You're an inconsistent fdlow I" said the unhappy victim. . "What, do you mean?" "If you consider it a waste of tlm* to argue with me, why don't you leave go of my coat lapels and let me got on with my business?" v/', I - .v' >••. HAVE EYE TO CITrS FUTURf .'/// ; \ ;A * Intelligent Building Plans Mean MuMl . J, •V '• -'*• -HrOewloFihent and Fnaar ; •« ' 'Growth. ' „ • , v V ; "sir# Slums are not the product of a clty*o Inevitability. They are the product of its stupidity, of Its indifference, lack of perception and thought. A great mass of people cannot live together as four families might live at a country cros»> roads. Their interdependence dor mands an assumption of responsibility by the people who can do things fat the people who cannot. A real home will be one. in whUftp there is a recognition of responsibility . by the people who might do things the people who cannot. Life has a right to comfort and mar terial competence; it has a right to color and decoration; It has a right to find Itself interesting. It cannot pro# ceed by the suppression of'everything that is alluring and by failure to stqp* press what Is squalid. • A home fit for Ideal citizens will hafv healthy allure and beauty, cleanliness, convenience and comfort, clean air» clean streets, decent street cars, no slums, plenty of amusements. ' - --. Roads and Trees. The American Forestry association Is doing good service In linking the causes of roads and forestation. It has already given advice and aid idf setting out shade trees along the high* way in scores of cities and towno throughout the-country. The trees aro intended to be menyrials of our soldiers who died in France and to th4tf comrades who have come home be4t*» ing victory. Something more Is Involved than • sentiment. The best friend of a road, as of the traveler, Is a shade tre& Extremes of temperature, such as cooio on a blazing summer day with a down* pour of cooling rain, heave and crack the unshaded roadbed, opening it to the ultimate ravages of frost and thaw. The shaded road lasts longer and brings a double comfort to the traveler. The war has taught us what this may mean,, financially and otherwise. Before 1914, according to Robert Sterling Yard's "Book of National Parks," Americans spent $286,000,000 annually in foreign travel, mainly la Europe. For five years travel has been largely confined to the Urfited States. The country Is richer by j® billion dollars or more, and richer alo» in self-knowledge.--Exchange. ^ rSitt i j 9 •• & 'V'% y. Mi -"• 1 i"\ : 4 t'S- '4 Xfi' >• ' v -ris The Study of Real Estate. Real estate is a profession coverlhB many branches of honorable endeavor. Profound study and ethical training. are as mandatory as the practical experience gained through office work or personal contact with buyer and seller. I eagerly look forward to an early, concentrated, nation-wide movo> ment by those leading realtors who, realizing the potential benefits arising through intelligent Instruction by competent educators In our schools and colleges, will see to It that the study of real estate Is made a part of their curriculum. The higher we place tho plane of our chosen profession the - > higher will become the personnel those engaged In it--Real Estate Bigi- ;V«- J! A ' .. " Viif' .f. - * ' letin. • - „ Cause and Effect, "Wfcy-ta there such a the men?" - ' '# ;A-"*' ^ "I think on of the hardboQed can la coming." •>. ' Met Fate of the WeafcH^' It seems that there can be ho doubt . that the cliff dwellers were exterminated by their more savage and warlike neighbors, the men being killed and the women being adopted into th«t tribe of the conquerors, though In some cases migrations may have become necessary as a result of drought or pressure from outside tribes. Good Reasons for Optimism. The little world of ours is aot grow* lag worse to the men and women who are doing their best to make it bettws, t: : 3$ 'M ZL" ^: j**-