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Permanent roads art a good The • investment notan exptntt High Cost of Postponing Permanent Highway Building Poor motor roads stifle industry and agriculture; waste huge sums annually in high maintenance costs, and greatly increase gasoline, tire and repair bills. There is not a state, not a county, not a community, that isn't paying a heavy price lor having too few permanent roads. There are still many •ertions of the country--even whole states--that are trying to operate twentieth century traffic over nineteenth century roads. This is cosing millions of dollar* every year, and will keep on costing millions until we have well developed permanent highway systems every where. Even what we often call the more progressive communities are far behind the demands oi modem highway traffic with i*S 15,000,000 motor vehicles. From the Atlantic to the Pacific, and from Canada to Mexico, weneed more Concrete roads --the toads for twentieth century traffic. 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We'll make it up: and you and he shall Start fresh somewhere--" "Dinner, Mrs. Josselyn," said Florence in the doorway, rather timidly, breaking a few minutes of silence In the study. "I think Til not dine--" the old man began quickly. Bnt Ellen went to him with a smile. "Indeed you'll dine!** she decreed. "And; Florence, go see if Tommy has had his dinner. If he has not, tell Lizzie I said he might dine with us. You'll feel very different," she said to her father-in-law, as they went toward the dining room, "when you've had some hot soup, and perhaps Gibhs will come back In time for some coffee!" After dinner she and Tommy went with Josselyn. Senior, into the study, and even after Tommy was In bed Ellen ran down again for a few friendly words of goodnight She pleaded a headache as an excuse for going upstairs almost immediately after the little boy, but as a matter of fact, it was excitement rather than distress that made Ellen long for the quiet of her own fire tonight When Lizzie had gone to bed, Ellen sat on, thinking. Lizzie -came in, to stand beside the fireplace, and talk to her, half-shamed, half-shy, but yet with a certain great happiness in her face. And as Ellen drew from her the story of the sordid home, the drink and dirt and laziness, the unwelcome babies, the lack of courage, self-control, kindness, of everything that make life worth while, she marveled at the world that could accept Lillian, and cast Lizzie out as a sinner. She had a book, but she could not read It Thoughts of the long day would Interpose themselves between her and the page. She remembered the quarrel, herself innocently following Gibbs downstairs, and being arrested oh the landing by the frightening, rough voices. How strange they had sounded, how hideously alarming this unexplained and sudden animosity! • Now we will go away." Ellen thought, ia deep satisfaction. For even though Gibbs became reconciled to his father, he would no longer live in the 'Villlno dell' Orto.' He would take Ellen and Tommy to some little apartment--a sunny kitchen--and the old hilarious breakfasts-- Ten o'clock. Ellen roused herself from a golden dream, and began to prepare for bed. She stepped into the next room for a good night look at Tommy. Lizzie, in the narrow bed beside his short square bed. was asleep, too, her relaxed little sensitive face wearing a smile as childish as Tommy's own. Before she got Into her own bed, Ellen put out her lights, and stood at the window, looking out at the dark, cold night. It was sharply clear, the stars shining coldly. Against the bare shrubs at an angle of the house she could see the dull green light that filtered from the bottle-end windows of the study, and far across the hills there was another light the country club, where Gibbs perhaps had dined. Ellen left shaded light for him; before the clock struck eleven she was sound asleep. Yet sh^ was too tired and excited to sleep deeply, and It seemed to her that she had been waking and tossing a long time when a slight but definite sound awakened her, and she sat up In bed. The night light was still burning, and the fire had been coaxed Into fresh life. It was after two o'clock. Gibbs, still dressed, was sitting staring at the coals. "Gibbs!" she said bewiideredly. He got up, and as he came to the side of the bed she saw that his hair was tossed about In disorder, and his face strangely pale. The cut on his forehead looked ugly and swollen, and his manner vas agitated and stern. "Look here, Ellen," he said quickly. We get out of here tomorrow morning, do you understand? I'm done with this house. I'll not stay here an unnecessaiy hoar, do you see?" -Why, certainly, dear, I'll go anywhere-- whatever you say!" she said soothingly. For a few minutes be stood looking at her gloomily, then his face softened. "You're a good little thing, Ellen! he said gruffly. The quick tears sprang to her eyes as he turned away; she saw him through the glittering haze of them. He did not speak again, as he undressed, and Ellen, leaving all talk of reconciliation and all planning until the morning, and with a lighter heart than she had had Cor many weeks, fell asleep again. my KATHLEEN NORR1S Ce»wk*t bf Katblsssi Needs "Gibbs--but you'll SAjr goodby to your father?" He made no answer, strapping shirts Into the lid of his suitcase. "What train do we take, Gibbs?" "I'll start in the roadster Just as soon as you're ready. We take Tommy, and Lizzie can follow by train." Til wait--and have breakfast with yon. In the studio," Ellen said, opening her own bureau drawers, and thoughtfully selecting linen. "I ask you--as a favor--to go down and get something to eat!" be answered sharply.. Instantly she obeyed, fetit passing him, she laid her hand pleadfngly on his arm, and he put his arms about her. "Don't be cross with me, Gibbs! I'm so sorry--" "Cross- with yon!" he echoed penitently. "Who could be cross with you! No, but I'm nervous, Ellen--I won't be happy until we get away! Just help me out, all you can--" "I will!**- she answered. « And her heart sang as she went downstairs. In an hour she and Tommy and Gibbs would be In the car, speeding away from this unnatural atmosphere. Gibbs would not be reconciled now, but after a few quiet days he would forget his present anger, she knew. And she would say good-by to her father- in-Iaw, and beg him to be patient with Gibbs. She ate her fruit, and drank a cup of coffee, shaking her head as Florence came In with an omelette. "Nothing more, Florence. 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"He's fainted, that's all I" she said aloud. But her own voice frightened her and she stood there for a few minutes, rooted to the spot with horror and shock, staring at the fallen gray head and the still Viands. Then she backed slowly from the room, and ran wildly back to the dining room. "Florence--Mr. Josselyn is very ill --he's--telephone for Doctor Cutter, will you? And telephone for Mr. La throp--I'm going up to get Mr. Gibbs Ellen swakened to find OI MM swiftly packing. His manner discouraged any attempt she might have made to soften him; far better to give.him his way while this unfamiliar and terrifying mood lasted. She went into the nursery and found Lizzie packing, too She and Tommy had had breakfast! and the child wis wild with excitement. They were going to dad's studio, and Marie was going to cook for them, and they were going to get an apartment somewhere near. Ellen, dressed, went back to Gibbs. "Aren't yon going to eat any breaklast, dear?" "Ko. thank y«al* "My CI--d, Mrs. Josselyn, oughtn't we to get him to bed?" Florence, a sensible, gray-haired woman of flfty, had her arm about Ellen now, and was holding a glass of Ice-water to her Hps. "No--no use!" Ellen whispered, staring at her. "He's dead, Florence! "It's his tieart," Florence said, pale herself. Ellen ran on her way upstairs. "Gibbs," she said, at his side, "your father--we found him in his chairhe's-- I think he's dead--Gibbs--" "Good G--d!" he said violently. He pushed her aside as he ran to the door. EH I en stood still for a moment in the center of the room. Then she called,. Lizzie. "Lizzie," she said, quivering, "a terrible thing has happened. Mr. Josselyn's father has dropped dead. I want you to keep Tommy in the nursery all morning. We'll have the doctor here --other people--and I don't want him to know. He can play on his porch--" "Depend on me, Mrs. Josselyn," Lizzie said quietly. "Well, the poor old man, God rest him!" "It was the quarrel--It was the quarrel--and Gibbs will never forgive himself!" Ellen said to herself, as she -fluent slowly downstairs again. ,1 The whole house was in confusion now. Gibbs and Torrens were beading over tbe dreadful figure in the chair by the study Are, Florence horered near them, Keno and one or two of the other maids were grouped fearfully near the door. As Ellen came In Torrens straightened himself, and looked at Gibbs. "That wasn't heart failure, Mr. Josselyn," he said quietly. "He's shot himself right through the heart--look here, sir." One of the girls giive a hysterical scream, add Ellen cried out: "Oh, no --oh, no, why should he do that?" But her eyes, and the eyes of everyone else in the room, went swiftly to Gibbs; the son whose bitter quarrel with him had broken the old man's heart. "Get these girls out of the room, Ellen," Gibbs said briefly. "And have them fix my father's bed, Florence; we're going to get him upstairs." He turned sharply to Torrens. "What did you say?" « "I say that 1 don't think we bad better touch him, sir," the man answered. "We'll have the coroner here, sir, and he'll want to And things like they are--" "I guess you're right," Gibbs said, after a pause, staring at him dully. "I guess you're right We'll have to have the coroner--who is the coroner, and where is he, do you know?" "Mlneoia," quavered one of the maids. "Yes, that's light," Torrens approved. "I can telephone for blm, sir," Florence offered. "I suppose you had better," Gibbs said. "And telephone for Mr. Lathrop, at Sands Point." "We did telephone George," Ellen told him quickly; "he is on his way." "Do you know where to telephone Mrs. Josselyn?" Florence asked, respectfully. Ellen and Gibbs looked at each other. It was the first time they had thought of Lillian. "Yes, telephone her at Mrs. Polntdexter's--" Ellen said hesitatingly. "Perhaps I had better do that. Had Torrens better go for her? It isn't very far. I'll telephone and tell Mrs. Pointdexter to prepare her somehow." Immediately activities of ail sorts commenced. Torrens went off on his errand, Florence went to the telephone, and the maids scattered. Gibbs seemed dazed; Ellen kept herself in his neighborhood. Florence came back from the telephone for advice; the coroner had asked if they had seen the revolver with which Mr. Josselyn had killed himself, sir. Gibbs roused himself. Ellen saw him brace himself to go into the room of horror again. She went with him. Presently Gibbs himself went to tell the waiting coroner, at the telephone, that they did not seem able to find the weapon. "What did he say?" Ellen asked him. "Said he was coming over," Gibbs answered with weary indifference. Presently George came in, breathing cold air, pulling off his thick gloves, and full of sympathetic distress. With him came Joe, silent, full of sympathy. Ellen felt them both towers of strength. In an incredibly short time other men arrived, old Doctor Cutter, and Corrigan, the coroner, a stout, cheerful-looking man, the sheriff and his deputies. The lower hall, Ellen | noticed, -was tracked with the mud of | boots. It was all like a dream, George came to her, where she sat forlornly In the hall, and told her to go upstairs. "Have a Are," he said kindly, "and let Tommy come In and play. Try not to let the thing scare you--" Does Lillian know?" »EUen asked. Lillian is on her way here; she'll come upstairs, too," George said. "Now go on up, dear. This will only distress you." Ellen obeyed. She and Tommy and Lizzie shared her fire, and while Ellen read the adventures of "Sinbad the Sailor," Lizzie put the room in order, and unpacked all the clothes that Gibbs had so swiftly packed a few hours ago. After awhile Reno came io to ask her to come to Lillian's room, and Ellen found Lillian there, with the sympathetic Mrs. Pointdexter In attendance. Lillian was lying by the flr* robed in white. She turned aside her head, as Ellen came In, and burst Into tears After a moment she regained her composure, but while the other women murmured together, she did not speak. Now and then she touched her eyes with a folded handkerchief. "I don't think Lillian'll live through it," Mrs. Pointdexter said presently, with watering eyes. "Yes, t will--yes, I will," Lillian said bravely. "Because I know that Is what he would want me to dot" closed the Ellen escaped as • ly could. About ten o'clock her room, and carefully door behind him. "This matter begins to serious, Ellen," he said, h grave. "You can't And tbe asked, quickly. "Oh, yes, we fonnd It--It was In the wastebasket--on the other side the room. Corrigan sayS that he couldn't have possibly--" He pa sent for Dan Ryan.** "Ryan?" Ellen asked, "The district attorney," George said quietly. "Then that's--" she began, with whitening lips. Her voice stopped.. "That's murder," George Lathrop finished. "Anyway, these fellows say so. They may be wrong; I hope to G--d they are I But it's going to be something of a strain--where could you send the boy and his nurse? They'd better not be In the house." "To Port Washington--Aunt Elsie's.* I'll send them at once!" she promised, trying to collect her senses. "That'B right And pull yourself together, Ellen." He patted he<* shoulder affectionately and left the room. Ellen turned to the window and stood there a moment, struggling to control her nerves. There was a tightening sensation in her throat, her lips were dry, and her hands ice-cold. As she stared out across the bare garden and clipped hedges a motorcar wheeled into the pebbled drive and stopped at the door. Four men stepped from the automobile. Instinctively Ellen knew that among them was the district attorney. She turned giddy a moment her senses swimming. _ » 'I mustn't give way like this," she told herself sharply, sinking into a chair and making a desperate attempt to compose herself. Half an hour later, when George Lathrop knocked again at her door, she was still sitting there. 'Is Lizzie here?" he asked. "Ryan has come. He wants to talk to her. I told him about the boy and your wish to get him away. He understands and is quite willing. He'll get Lizzie's deposition and then she may go." Ellen rose bravely and went toward the nursery. "This Is all a formality, my dear," George said kindly. "We'll have to i have all the maids in, Torrens and the,I rest. The -coroner must have a ver- i diet, you know. We won't keep Liz- j zie long. And, Ellen, Ryan will qties- j tlon you later, you know. I'll be right there. And let me advise you, my 1 dear. Don't talk fast; think a moment before you answer and be sure of what you say--don't try to keep anything' back. No matter where the conversation seems to lead. tell the sober, careful truth." "George I" Ellen said in sudden terror, "they'll find out that Gibbs and his father had a terrible quarrel yes-, terday--you must have noticed the cut on his forehead--" "They know all about that!" be answered soothingly. "They'll know everything, sooner or later. So Just go straight ahead and tell them the story Just as you would tell me--" "but a wife isn't expected to testify against her husband," she said, half wild with apprehension. The man looked at her silently for a moment (TO BE CONTINUED.) Triangular Wheels The care that travel the "rocky road to Publin" would have a much rougher time of it if their wheels were like those that the Mongolian peasant uses on his ox cart. The two wheels, says Mr. A. S. Kent in "Old Tartar Trails," are unprotected by iron tires, and therefore with constant use over stony roads they soon lose their roundness and become first octagonal, then hexagonal and then pentagonal. At that point the Mongol begins to think that he ought to have new wheels; bat before his caravan has reached a place where he can find a Chinese to do the work the wheels have passed the rectangular stage and have become triangular, and the vehicle will go DO farther. Old-Fathibned H Had Good Qaalitin Talking to Ih. New Jersey Congresa of Mothers and Parent-Teachers' association at Atlantic City, Miss A. L. Marlatt, director of home economics ot the University of Wisconsin, said that the old-fashioned home, with the family grouped together In harmonious assemblage nnrf not as a "scientific sanitary machine," any Being, er of what Is called In vernacular "domestic science," Marlatt's opinion is testimony to the Influence of the home upon family life that can fairly be called "expert." If a woman who is immersed in the "scientific" atmosphere feels that way about the home, It must be that those persons who still believe that the place of family habitation should be something more than a lodging bouse, a "filling station," as another advocate of the home called modern apartment house life, cannot be so far wrong. One of the dictionary definitions of the word "home" Is "The abiding place of the affections, especially of the domestic affections." Passing over all that could be said of the home as a place for training for children in the principles which make for good men and women and good citizens, those of the younger generation who find pleasure only away from the family circle might be asked to give a moment's thought to the affection that Is theirs in the spot from which they so often hasten. Those friends who share their pleasures, will any one of them give them the unselfish love and devotion they re?; celve at home? Will any one of thelt friends be interested enough in then! to point out their errors and blunders to them, that they may be saved from sorrow and suffering, possibly from disgrace? Will any one of them deny themselves anything? The best friends of any boy or girl are to be found at home.--Philadelphii Bulletin. Houses for Workera A Alport by the British ministry of health for the year ended In March shows the effect of the housing act of 1923, under which provision is made for public assistance in the construction of houses for workers. There were, 41,859 houses to be provided under approved schemes by local authorities, 73,777 houses by private enterprise having assistance under the act and 5,681 by public utility societies similarly assisted, making a total of 121,317: Of these 8,140 were completed and 30,405 were in course of construction at the close of the year. On the same date 208,712 houses had been completed under the housing acts of 1919; 164,985 by local authorities, 39,186 by private builders, and 4£41 by public utility societies. China'» Great Wall This historic wall, extending for a distance of more than 1,700 mites across the northern boundary of tbe Chinese empire, was built by the Emperor Chl-hoang-tl about 200 B. C. It was built to protect bis dominions against the Incursions of the Tartars, Kalmucks and other northern tribes, but proved- utterly useless. It was from 25 to 30 feet high and 20 feet thick at the base, but tapered to a thickness of 15 feet at the fop. It was surmounted by towers 35 to 40 feet in height, at Intervals of 200 or 300 yards. The "Great Wall" Is said to have required ten years to build, and to have caused the death of tens of thousands of workmen. »X*X*X*X4*»X4>X*X*X*X«>X*X+X<frX«X«X«X«X4>X+X«X*X*X«*frX<tX* Great Metropolis Hat Had Many Nicknames London Is probably the leader In names, as In many other things. Some of its names haaa vogue for a while, then, with the passing of time, dropped out of use. Such a nickname was the "City of Masts," which referred to the great argosies of commerce that Came and went from its shores. With the advent of the steamship this name has gone the way of others before it. "The City of Smoke" and "The City of Fog" are nicknames for London that seem destined* to survive for a while. In these names it disputes our own Pittsburgh. It also challenges Boston's claim to being the "Hub of tbe Universe"; and when O. Henry has made New York famous as "Bagdad of the Subway," British writers have dubbed London the "Modern Babylon." Other writers have given It other names, but it remained for an Irish poet to give it the name it loves the best This Is "Eternal London." which has been current since Thomas Moore wrote "Go where you will. Eternal London haunts you still." A Scottish poet gave it the name that It loves the least. This is "The City of Dreadful Nights," which had its origin In the name James Thompson gave to a poem on London night life. British statesmen have dubbed it "The Metropolis of the Empire," while others have called It the "Imperial City." Lloyd George referred te it as the "Heart of the Empire." It has also been known as the "City of Palaces" and "The City of POets." National Monument* There are twenty-nine national monuments, established by Presidential proclamation. These monuments preserve for tbe people of the United States historic landmarks, historic and prehistoric structures, and other objects of historic or scientific interest. 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Africa Ha* Diamond Ruth When* the government's commissioner recently uttered the last word In formally opening a new public domain and a line of flags fell to tbe ground there was a great rush of brouzed African runners for tbe banks of the Vaal river, the scene of Africa's latest diamond rush. A farmer had turned up sparkling atones with his shovel and soon was working on a claim that netted him $10,000 a week. The gov> ernment proclaimed the area a diamond field and set a day fpr the rush. 'Along an 80-mlle stretch more than 1,000 prospectors were at work within a few days. Almanac Season "I've brung home a couple of omenlcks for you," said Gap Johnson oi Rumpus Ridge upon returning front the county seat flinging them into hi# wife's lap. "Aw shucks!" returned Mrs. John-, son. "Omenlcks are all alike these days and none of 'em much account" "Well, I read consld'able In 'em as 1 came rotating along, and both of 'em are all right. 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