'Z .£;• <; ' ii w,* * It ' : * " r - . : i'« • u ] 3: i-s) ' W'i:- ifeJBU.V-. 5" By Florence IHUan tuodfoo (OVrrlibt, 1111, WNtcrn Ntmptpw Untoa.) i "You cant see It my way, Nance?" *•1 am sorry to say I can't, Levi. X 4Mr I never will." •Fear! sorry !" scorned Lev! Blair, *ftb a dark scowl. "It's well enough to be polite, but I'd speak the truth If I were you. There's someone else, (hat's what's the trouble, and I'd like to run across him. And I have a dim Met who It is. He's keeping dose, •Ad he'd better, for he's wanted, and tl fee's caught the crowd will surely settle him." "You have said quite enough," spoke Nance Duryea with flashing eyes. "Don't you dare to come here any man.* 61am! And Levi Blair found the closed door between himself and the object of his love. He shook his flat at an Imaginary rival and went his way. The Duryea house was connected by a covered passageway with the little one-story and loft workshop where John Duryea made boxes. He had originally been a cooper, but there was no demand for barrels or kegs in the district since the moonshiners had been driven into exile. At Mayvl lie, twenty miles away, however, a small Shoe factory had been started. Labor was cheap and there was a local tan- nay, and the shoe people had given Duryea a permanent and quite profit able contract to supply them with ship ping eases. The value of the contract and the necessity of business expansion had febont influenced Mr. Duryea to remove to Mayville. and Nance hailed the pros pect with delight There was nothing at Crofton to attract a young girl. The men were rough and uncouth, the wom en led a humdrum, slavelike life and the town and the district was dominat ed by a fierce, law-defying group, fa miliarly known as "The Hitlers." They were called that because at the appearance of anyone in collision with the law the moonshiner up among the mountain range* welcomed the refu gee to shelter and protection. The advent of a stranger was always hailed with suspicion. The rough ele ment looked for an excise officer or a government spy Invading their terri tory In every newcomer, and when Bert Knowlton. a young lawyer from a distant city appeared In the Interest ci a client relating to a large tract of coal land, be was advised by the local bead of justice as follows: "Get through your job quick as you can and stay in nights." "Why? What's the particular dan ger?" Inquired the self-possessed yoong man rather coolly. "You're hitting the gang, thafs the particular danger," responded the tav ern keeper. "As you know, the squat ter rlghts of the tract In litigation rest with the Wldener family and they're Strong and powerful with the folks hereabouts. They'll block yon. I warn yon, and if you stick too dooe and too long, it will be a load of buckshot some dark night" shall try to take care of myself," •aid Knowlton with his habitual com posure, and went on his way, unde terred and unafraid. By the merest chance once or twice ho had met Nhnce Duryea. The first time was when he overtook her in a sudden rainstorm, and his umbrella, as he escorted her home, afforded her timely shelter. She was duly impress ed with this neatly groomed, clear-eyed yoong man, whose courtesy and atten tions made her remember him. It was the next afternoon just about dock when loud voices and a general commotion in front of the house called her to the front door. She was start- ted to Observe her father with set face sad wrath-filled eyes confronting half a dozen rough-looking men, one of whom was holding a bloodhound In leash, Levi Blair was the leader. "Search my house," John Dvyes wss shouting, and his honest face fair ly bristled with indignation and resent- ment "Why, I'll wing the first dast ard who crosses the threshold." "That's all right, John Duryoft,' Spoke Blair, "but our dog has traced the blood murks iu HUB direction. we are after that spy, Knowlton, and we're going to get him. He wounded two of our men and he escaped, but with ft food dose of buckshot In one leg." •You coward," cried Nance, stepping Into plain view. "How dare you insin uate that Mr. Koowlton came here. My father scarcely knows him by sight ftftd I have not seen him for two days. Double craven you are, to hunt down ft stranger who comes here »m«n qi Oft legitimate business." "You can go your way," spoke Mr. Dsryea. "I have always been neutral In your affairs, attending strictly to my own. XV tell you this, though: some day you'll go too far and the po» Bos down at Mayville will come up here and branch." Reluctantly and with vengeful Ire Levi Blair led hie crowd sway. Nance went to her own room. She was agi tated and in tears. Analyzing intu itively an emotion of rare Interest in the hunted man, she dared not con front her father with her tell-tale face. Nance did not go to bed at her usual hour. She could not sleep thinking of the handsome, manly young fellow who had fallen under the ban of the Hi llers. She had watched her father and his him) man piling the packing cases on the great hayrack truck, a full load for Mayville. Then the hired man went to his home nearer the vil lage to get his supper and have a lunch put up to last him through his long trip. Suddenly Nance bent her ear and listened. A scraping sound echoed from overhead. She thrilled as it was followed by a distinct groan. Her heart stood in her mouth as she took up a lamp and went up the loft stairs. A quick suspicion had come into her mind. It was verified as, seated upon the floor, she made out Knowlton. "Oh, I am so glad," she cried spon taneously, and then flushed with con fusion. MI mean, that you have es caped those cruel men." Knowlton was pale, one limb was bandaged from the knee down, but he smiled with swift appreciation of the kindliness of that gentle nature. "I was just trying to find something that would do for a crutch," he ex plained. "I feared I might compro mise your father by remaining here, where I stole in early this morning. I must get to Mayville and get some of the buckshot picked out of my limb. My wounds are not serious, but I can not stand on the foot unsupported." "Yes, you must get away, and I must help you," spoke his practical little friend, medltatingly. "Oh, I have it!" First to see that the bandages were In place, then food and water, and then, Nance supporting him, he was helped down the back stairs to the truck, the cover of a rear-most bos removed, and within he ensconced him self. . "Yon are an angel of mercy," he said feelingly, as he kissed the fair hand that had succored him. Nance set the cover lightly on the box, securing only two nails. "Inside of three hours you will be within the safety zone," she spo£e. "In eight at Mayville. I am so glad!" She returned to her room, but only to watch and wait until the hired man returned. In the distance she caught the echo of some ribald crew In the town engaged in drunken frolic, and shuddered. She heard the truck wheels grate over the stony road lead ing to the river ford. Insensibly she drifted Into slumber, her head on the window sill, to start up wildly ail hour later as the voice of the hired man came op to her from the yard below. He had two horses, wagonleas, and he was shouting excitedly for her fa ther, who came hurrying out to him. "What's the trouble? Where's the wagon?" cried Duryea sharply. "Burned up, boxes, truck and all. 1 met Blair and his crowd, roaring drunk. They tipped over the wagon, set the boxes on fire, and are now dancing about the ashes like fiends and boast ing that they have taught yon • 1e» son for siding with that stranger, Knowlton, who escaped them." With a wail of terror unutterable Nance Duryea sank to the floor sense less. She was like some crushed flow er, when she came downstairs the next morning. Amid his troubles her* fa ther failed to notice the haunting ter ror in her face. She was too stricken and anguished to tell him of the fate Of the man she had befriended.- "You're to get ready to have the hired man take you to Mayville at once," her father told her. "I shall follow. It's getting too hot to hold ns down here." She was like one In a dreadful trance all the way. to Mayville. Her aunt noticed the cloud that hung over frame and spirit like a palL Nance for several days was confined to her room under the care of a physician. She came downstairs weak and at tenuated. The horror of that night at home, It seemed, would never leava her. She was reclining at an open win dow, in an invalid chair, one day, when a man, aided by a crutch, passed along the street It was he! "Oh, It cannot be!" she cried. "Mr. Knowlton: oh. mm» Into this hcuss." "Just out of the hospital," Bert Knowlton told Nance, "and bent on going back to Crofton to thank you, U fifty Hillers stood In the way. "But you were burned up---" "Quite the reverse. I was nearly drowned," said Knowlton. "The box I was In fell off the load as the wagon crossed the ford. I floated for five miles, managed to get ashore, and-- But you have been ill?" She burst Into tears of relief and gladness, and and then her story, and then-- In the tender eyes of the lonely girt beside him, Bert Knowlton read a token of love that assured him that that there was no shadow of another parting. How Do Men Break Down? |Be assured that there is no chance ii<your breaking down--although there will be times when you will try to fool yourself with this Idea. This thought of breaking down Indeed is one of the illusions of mediocrity. It Is the excuse which every lazy man presents to himself. It Is moral astig- matt sin. The great fact is that men do not break down from overwork so much as is commonly supposed. As they go upward in the scale of In creased activity, increased responsi bility only acts upon them as a nat ural stimulant and carries them along. If hard work and worry killed men so •ftally, most of the successful business men of America would be dead al ready. No! What kills men is due Mots to what they take into their stomachs rather than what they take Into their minds.--Thomas L. |» Physical Culture Trouble In Colors* Man's Csee Moot , Certainly Wd Netlnducs / ̂ Ineomnla, - \» ltfTirWritative Carter of Oklahoma was telling some of his colleagues In the cloakroom of the house the other day a story of a negro In his state who, under persuasion perhaps, had for saken the Republican party and cast his fortunes with the Democrats, says the Washington Post He gained a lo cal reputation and soon his former as sociates in the old organization began to talk among themselves. Finally they determined to get the deserter back. If possible. A committee went to the re calcitrant and urged him to come back, but the Democrat was stubborn. "Well, if you don't give up the Dem ocrats we're goin' to tie your hands and feet, put a gag In your mouth and take you down to the old cave you know about and drop you in," they threatened. The threat had Its effect to the ex tent that In confidence the deserter told a white friend, a lawyer, of what he bad been told. "Don't pay any attention to them," advised the lawyer. "They wouldn't attempt anything like that." But the negro wasn't satisfied. He continued talking about what his brethren were going to do to him. "If they were to do anything like that" said the lawyer, "they would be arrested, and if you should be found dead they would be hanged." "That's all right," said the negro, "but It wouldn't do me no good to have 'em hanging if I, was dead." "I knew there had been something wrong with you," feaid the lawyer. "I have seen you brooding for some time, and if you don't stop it the first thing you know you will go out and commit suicide over your troubles." "Naw, Indeed," said the negro, " 'taln't no Chance of dat! Whenever. I gits to worryin' 'bout, mah troubles I jes' nachllly goes to sleep." ONLY MADE MATTERS WORSE Woman Might Better Have Refrained Prom Attempt to Relieve an Embarrassing Situation. conversation in the lobby of s Washington club turned to the way in which we occasionally sink deeper and deeper trying to extricate ourselves, when Senator William P. Dillingham of Vermont recalled a little incident along that line. One of the features of an entertain ment that was given for charity some time since was a vocal selection by a woman. Midway in the audience ft Keek-looking little than listened at tentively. "That is the most atrocious singing I ever heard," remarked ft woman to the meek little man. "I wonder who the vocalist 1st" "She is my wife," was the startling rejoinder of the meek little man. "Oh, I beg your pardon!" responded the other, greatly flushed. "The fault may lie with the music, which is really barbarous. Have you Any idea who composed It?" "Yes. madam," replied the other, ad ministering yet more embarrassment "T did,"--Philadelphia Evening Tele- graph. •* Pathetic War Incident Lieutenant Turner, of Saskatchewan1 lost his eyesight at Ypres. Some time ago he was taking his coat from the checker In a prominent London restau rant when a man beside him, noticing his blindness, took It gently from him and held it while he slipped his arms Into the sleeves. Believing the service was rendered by an attendant, Lieu tenant Turner offered him a shilling as a tip. "That won't be necessary," kindly said a friend of the lieutenant, .with an apologetic- nod to the man who had held the coat. "The map who helped you was General ™ The blind soldier blushed and asked the pardon of the general, but the lat ter was equal to the occasion. ."I won't accept your apology, but HI accept your shilling and I'll treas ure it as a souvenir of one of the best soldiers who ever fought for Canada and the allies.** ( Fish Wear Out Bridge/Pltff̂ T *. John Shafer, Jr., deputy in the office of County Surveyor Frank Haycock of Hennepin county, New York, says that fish have butted and rubbed up against the piles of the bridge at Orono, Lake, Mlnnetonka, until that aged edifice has become weakened, necessitating Its closing. Shafer and Edward Terrell, another deputy, were sent out to Inspect the span. "Yea, sir," said Shafer, "those fish kept on butting up against that pier until the wood was almost worn away. In order to get there we had to pound the water around the place to keep the finny things away until we could fintph our inspection. 'Why, those fish are so numerous at Mlnnetonka this year that' they get pushed through the narrow passage so swift that they simply wear out the wood." mas. It had been given to me, I knew, and I had so many I saved it to give away. I suppose we all do tbowe things." Hie guest nodded. "Well, here's her . letter of thanks, and listen to what she says: "Dear Grace: When I gave you that bag three years ago on Christmas I was so fond of It 1 could hardly bear to part with It So I thank you most' heartily for remem bering me this Christmas with my own gift, which I parted with so unselfish* ly. Cordially yours, Marfe Burns.'" Hint of Sarcasm Here. " ""tot this too absurd?" said the lostsss, as sho rood • totter the. maid M handed to Bob. "I sent Mario Prehistoric Reliee In Ice Cave. lee caves that are natural cold stor age warehouses have been discovered In the lava beds 48 miles southeast of Klamath Falls, Ore. Beneath the lava sheeta, and revealed by erosion, the explorers found caverns whose walla bear writings and pictures made by prehistoric races that seem to be evi dently of Oriental origin. None of the Indians residing in the Klamath reser vation have been able to decipher copies of the writing. Some of the pic tures show great ships, equipped with rode salla and with oars atmiî f to the Trophies of German Airman. Prom an illustration appearing in ft lucent issue of La Guerre Aerlenne It is gathered that Baron von Richthofen, the well-known German In command of a German fighting squadron or "fly ing circus," has a special hobby for souvenirs of his combats. The walls of his "den" are decorated with the numbers or distinguished marks of machines he has shot down, while the chandelier consists of a rotary engine from a victim's machine.--Scientific '7 lnersass Sugar Supply, * 8agars and sirups can be produced on the farms and in villages by the use of ordinary kitchen equipment to help make up the average of 81 pounds, the estimated sugar required for every person In the United States last year. A few sugar maple trees, well-kept colonies of bees, a hundred feet of sugar beets raised In the gar den, or a small patch of sweet sorg hum, and cull or other surplus apples which might go to waste unless made I into apple sirup may each be made to I contribute to our sugar supply. After Thie, It Would Be Polly ts Bay toilers Oo Net Appreciate • * qtn* ' 'U lira. Anna Steese Richardson writes In the Woman's Home companion: "As for knitted garments, 1 wish you could have been with- me one day at • certain naval baae near New York, when the crew of a ship which had been accidentally sunk In our very harbor entered the chaplain's of fice to receive their fresh supply of knitted garments. They had all lost their clothing, barely escaping with their lives. "The boys lined up like the well- trained sailors they were, tucked their supplies under their arms and marched out again, headed'by an officer. But the moment they broke ranks outside headquarters each hoy became ab sorbed in his own particular package of knitted garments and comfort bag, turning the sweaters^ the helmets, the wristlets and even the bags inside out poking Inquiring fingers into every cor ner. " 'What are they looking for--sizes?' I asked the young officer at my elbow. " 'Dear, no,' said my guide with a laugh. 'Letters, notes, the addresses of the lady who knitted the garment or filled the bag. They want to write back and say thank you.' < "After watching their frenzied search for notes and addresses, noth ing can ever make me believe that the boys do not appreciate such gifts." JOKE ON DESTROYER CAPTAIN •pent Hours Searching for Convoy WJMoh It Turned Out Never Had ":VV' Been Lost * Humorous stories as well as tragic tales comes from the seas, even in war time. A British naval officer was re lating with great glee to his friends at the club a story about one of his ma jesty's destroyers which was detailed to escort a transport filled with troops. This transport, it seems, was com manded by a captain wfro, unlike mosl of his class, WHS meek and mild. The night was dark and dirty and naturally no lights were showing. In the storm and darkness the destroyer lost sight of her convoy. Her commander, whe was one of the nervous, peppery sort, dashed up and down and around anfj about but could not pick her up. Of course the naval officer blamed the cap tain of the convoy for not keeping, in touch and said things about the sea manship of the copvoy'a captain thai would not read well in print. Finally after several hours vain search the destroyer's commandei thought his best plan would be to rue for the nearest port and there see 11 he could get any news of the missing transport. The destroyer thrashed hei way through a heavy sea at a speed ol 20 knots. Just as she entered the har bor she picked up a plaintive wall frore the convoy; "Need we follow you anj longer?" / •'"I •riiiuijf - J i i . ji'Ji;'.* r ' Art tii a Butcher Shop. When hotels have anniversaries o* department stores end half centuries of service flowers are always present in abundance and a butcher uptown had observed this. Yesterday, when he noted by his calendar that the next day would end ten years of faithful service, he decided that flowers were In order. So, fearing that others would not remember the date he or dered. They came and the butcher ar ranged them as artistically as his art in dangling sausages allowed him. But when customers began to come in later he noticed smiles. At first he took this for commendation and smiled back, but later he walked all the way around the wreaths and Inspected them more carefully. And then it was that he decided flowers could never, never become his friends. For resting in a cluster which was supported by the sausages was a banner reading, Rest in Peace," and the ribbon which upheld the standard of the roses and was propped against the llverwurst, "We will meet you over there." Which brings to mind the immortal inscrip tion by the reporter who interviewed the champion Schweitzer cheese de- vourer of the world.--New York Times. ? , Bit of Finnish History. Finland, which has declared Its In dependence froitf Russia, has long been a buffer state between the latter and Sweden. After Peter the Great conquered>Ftnland in 1721 and annexed Its easternmost province, Vlborg, Swe den made repeated but unsuccessful efforts to regain this province. Final ly Alexander I, in 1809, brought all the Finnish territories under the Mus covite yoke. Since about 1890, how ever, Finnish liberties have been greatly curtailed. The powers of the Finnish diet were cancelled and its constitution practically abrogated. In 1908 a Russian dictator was appoint ed and the country flooded with Rus sian spies; arbitrary arrests and ban ishments became daily occurrences; no means of Russlfication was left un tried. The Finns are of Mongolian extraction and number about 8,000,000. --The Marine Journal. A Home Wrecked. "I understand Mrs. Gabson has left Mr.-Gabson and gone home to her mother." "Yea, a sad affair. She charges him with excessive cruelty." "You surprise me. Gabson doesn't look like a man who would beat his wife." "Oh, he didn't do anything of that sort He got hold of a gas mask some where and when Mrs. Gabson started one of her monologues he put It on." ^HPlnplngham Age-Herald. Olorietie Deed of Cngtleh Officer Surely *enetltuted the Highest Type of Bravery. | Valor and glory shine brightest when we behold them In sacrifices such as that of Gen. John Gough, V. G., who went from his place of safety far down the line to take comforts to his Old regiment and was killed while oa his mission of mercy. If where a high officer sacrifices himself for his men Is glorious, what shall we say of the deed of a British officer who offered himself to save his foe? During an attempted daylight raid on the part of the Germans, they were held up by a withering machine gun fire and retired with great loss to .their own trenches. One poor Hun, who was terribly wounded, was Im paled upon his own wire, and he hung there writhing Sri agony In the eyes of both armies. Finally the sight of his suffering and his cries for help were too much for an English officer in the trenches opposite. Vaulting over the parapet, he walked boldly across No Man's Land in the direct face of the foe; and lifting' his wounded enemy from the impaling wire, he carried him across the Hun parapet and down into his own trenches. When he arrived there a German officer took an iron cross which he wore off his own breast and placed It on the breast of the brave British officer. The firing on both sides ceased while he returned to his own trenches. And looking on, both friend and foe alike knew that they had beheld the highest form of glory. --Capt Arthur Hunt Chute In Leslie's. SMALL SPOONS AS REMINDER Hotel Man's Ides Brought Go?d fto» " suits In the Decreased Cs^£. *j| sumption of Sugar $ ̂ At breakfast in a small hotel a trav eling man noticed that the guests In the dining room were averaging about two spoonfuls of sugar to the cup of coffee, though the sugar was low In the howl. In the dining-room of the railroad! station where he got his lunch, the* sugar bowl was empty. Nobody was grumbling about the scarcity of sugar or anything else, because the country was at war. But a rpan wearing spec tacles did lift a big spoon out of the bowl where the sugar would have been. "Wonder why it is customary for .us Americans to shovel sugar instead of dipping It?" he asked a friend. That night, at a hotel in the city, the drupimer had dipped about four times with the after-dinner coffee spoon he found in the sugar before he got half as much sugar as he .usually took. He looked at the negro waiter opposite and smiled. "Yes, suh, mister," that black dig nitary grinned, "that's whut we calls the little 'war spoon.' The boss, he says it helps people to remember; and they don't use much more'n half as much sugar since he put it In the sugar dish."--Eugene Blake in The Vigilantes. Curloua Food Suppiiea. Heeding the Puget sound call for food from the deep, a whole regiment of patriotic seals offered themselves,; for slaughter in the Sea island, Ber-' Ing sea, and a large supply of their meat was brought down in January by the United States steamship Roose velt, for scientific test of Its food value, Phil Norton writes in Leslie's. Officers of the bureau of fisheries and new dish connoisseurs at Seattle sam pled the seal roast at sundry feasts. It gave them a grand and glorious feel ing, they said. It makes the stom ach feel slick and efficient. It is bet ter than the meat of the burly whale. It is dark red in color, rich and juicy, stripped of blubber, as good as fine beef, in fact. The north Pacific Is full of them. Only three-year-old males are slaughtered. Little pieces of pork - are cooked with the seal roast to give It flavor. " The walrus, adorned with valuable Ivory tucks, also Is being mobilized. One of these fat and bulky creatures would feed a whole troop of Sammies. "Not so," say Puget sounders; "we'll eat the walrus and send our beef across," Wafted Long for Order. The German soldier does exactly what he is told, and no more. A German officer was drilling re cruits, and had just given tfiem the or der : "Quick march!" when he no ticed his sweetheart coming across the barrack square. Forgetting all about the recruits, he entered into conversation with the girl and went away with her. Six months later the same officer was walking down the main street of the same town when he saw some tat tered and tired soldiers approaching him. One of the soldiers, recognizing the officer, went up to him and, salut ing, said: "Please, sir, what about a halt?" Frenchmen tethered in Groups ts Wstoh American Whe Wm - -••• Actually Drinking Water. > William Allen White tells Inthe Book News Monthly how thirsty ho became for water, Just common, plain water, on a motor Journey through France, where it was not safe, for sanitary reasons, to drink the water of the region. The coffee did not taste good and the wine tasted like diluted vinegar and looked like pokeberry ink. It seemed only good to put in fountain pens. Finally, at the end of a week he and his party stopped at a hotel where there was bottled watei brought from the American commis sary department When he came tc the table he ordered a bottle and thli Is what he says of it: "Try going seven days on pokeber ry ink and boiled coffee yourself and note the reaction. Your veins will be dry; your stomach will crackle as It grinds the food. The water in that bottle, a quart bottle, evaporated They brought another, it disappeared They brought a third. The waiters in the hotel were attracted by the sight. No Frenchman ever drinks water with his iheals, and the spectacle of thit American sousing himself with water while he ate was a rare sight. Th« waiters gathered in the corner tc watch me. Henry saw them, and mo tioned toward me, and tapped his fore heed. They went and brought othei waiters and men from the bar. He was a rare bird; this American go ing on a big drunk oh water. So thej peered Indoors, through windows and stood In the dining room corners tc watch the fourth bottle go down. And when at the end of the meal the Amer ican rose, and walked through th« crowd they made way for him. A des perate man at least commands respect whatever'his delusion may be." WHAT WRINGS FRENCH HEART Noxious Weeds Growing in Formsi Highly Cultivated Fielda Cauas of Re«l Agony. Agricultural loss Is not confined t< northern France. The very high level of intensive productivity of the soil in general was everywhere due to twe factors which war has largely elimi nated ; human labor and chemical fer tilization. Indeed, the spectacular fea tures of agricultural destruction in the departments evacuated last spring- gaping shell holes, crumbling trenches barbed wire trailing like some rust; snake across the fields, even the frull trees cut down to the level of the soil- look less sinister to the French eye than the miles and miles, the thou sands and thousands of acres of rich wheat and beet sugar land untouched by fire and sword, yet grown waist- high with the thistles, brambles and every other sort of pestilential weed; the apple trees full of great bunches ol mistletoe. Before the war a French farmer was haled into court by hit neighbors and fined for allowing this tles in his fields and the mistletoe in his orchard--remember this and yov will get an echo of the tragic reson ance that the phrase "terres abandon- nees" has in.the Frshch heart.--New Republic. ' Bank Responsible for grror. An interesting decision has been made by the Missouri court of appeals relative to holding the sender of a telegram reponsible for a mistake It transmission. A Wyoming bank tele graphed a brokerage house, offering s carload of potatoes at $1.35 a hundred pounds. The telegraph company's mis take in transmission made the price 3E cents a hundred. The supposed offer Was accepted by the brokers and the potatoes were shipped. When payment was tendered at the rate of 35 cents a hundred the Wyoming bank refused to accept the money and brought suit for the full amount. The Missouri court of appeals ruled that the bank had made the telegraph company ite agent in forwarding the telegram and that as the brokerage house acted in good faith it could not be compelled to pay more than the amount quoted in the message. /V-V:| Help for the Muleteer. The American mule drivers, handl capped by a military order, might find a satisfactory substitute for profanity by explosively uttering harmless French phrases. F'rinstance, "Quatre- vingt-dlx-oeuf."--Seattle Pest-totelU- gencer. . Practical Uea. "The fellow you aee talking to Miss Oldglrl usee^anguage that would make your hair curl." "Oh. do get jtfm to tft|M mo to Is dlmyerl" . Klfect of Wsr on Birth Rstg .̂;z In his recent presidential address to the Royal Statistical society Sir Ber nard Mallet declared the United King dom has lost by the fail in births dur ing-the war more than 500,000 poten tial lives. During the same period he estimates that Germany has loat 2,- 600,000 and Hungary 1,500,000. The greater decline in the birth rate in the central empires is ascrihed to the fact that the poorer classes in those coun tries have suffered greatly In health and vigor on account of the war, while the corresponding classes In Great BUtaln halve actually enjoyed more fa vorable conditions than in time of peftOSrr-Sdentific America*** ' 1 One eve- Net Her Job. He was a young subaltern. nlng the sister in the hospital had just finished making him comfortable for the night, and before going off duty asked: "Is there anything that I can do for you before I leave?" Dear little two-stars replied: . "Well, yes. I should like very much to ho kissed good-night" Sister rustled over to the door. "Just wait till I call the orderly," she said, "he does all the rough work hero,"-- ' > -• . k i- State Protects War Qftrden*"^' ̂ The supreme judicial court of Mas sachusetts held, In the case of Com monwealth vs. Gallata, that where a landlord terminated a tenancy at will of.city lots, the tenant was entitled to c.ving crops against the landlord and a subsequent lessee with knowl edge of the first tenancy. The court said : "The general prin ciple is that where a person is in pos session of land under a title that may be determined by an uncertain event not within his control, it is. essential to the interests of agriculture that such a termination of his lease shall not prevent htm reaping what he has sown and we see no reason why a tenant should be denied the right to emblements by the act of the land lord where the crop is raised on ft city lot rather than on a farm." Labor-Saving Devices. Whether conditions after the will be better or worse, forjthe aver age man In the United States, than they were before the wtr is a ques tion that cannot be decided until the war has been over for some time, says the Christian Science Monitor. Omin ous signs are, however, appearing here and there. For example, somebody has Invented a device which enables one man to do two men's wood sawing. This does not look encouraging, but perhaps It will be compensated for by the Invention of a device which will enable two patient and industrious men to fill out one man's income tax blank. Mother*e Way. "Oh, Harry, wont you give me an other engagement ring?" purred the •weet young thing. "Another?" Mid the surprised young men. "Why, Where's the one I gave you?" "Oh, mother's wearing that one I" Standing Up for Thefn. "I see you are inclined to stand up for the street railroads." "It's a habit I've been paying them for the privilege «f standing up Xsr fOfttS." RUMMA8E SALE By VINCKNT G. P1RRY. ttSspyitckt, IMS, by the McClure Newsf*- psr Syndicate.) When the letter that Clara had becoT ŝiting for for days arrived she was so excited she could not open it for fully five minutes. Put when she did open It and read the curt official let ter inclosed, she almost cried with disappointment Her application for overseas service had been duly re ceived, filed, etc., and she would be notified If she was appointed for over seas service. She wouldn't be ap pointed, she felt sure. There was nothing for It but to settle down to "taking cases" like the > other gradu ates, and console her patriotic spirit by spending til her spare time at Bed Cross work. The rummage sale was Clara's idea, and the other workers fell in line with it and sat in to make it a success. Before the opening of the doors en Saturday there was a line-up of pros pective customers, and when Clara opened up it was necessary to keep part of the crowd outside until those that got in were waited upon and started on their way. One old woman bought enough clothes to last her the rest of her life and would have kept on buying if there had been anything left to fit her. "I've wanted to be dressed up like a wealthy woman all my life and this is my chance," she confided to Clara, who did most of the waiting'on her. "Now, If you only had some high- heeled pumps that you would sell cheap, I think I would buy them." * "Here's some here." Clara rooted them from among a big pile of shoes. "They are dancing pumps; size three.* The old lady gave a grunt of disap pointment. "I wear nines," she sighed. "Can't you find some nines?" "I am afraid not," Clara said with out a trace of the laugh she was try ing to keep back in her voice. Business kept up all day, keeping Clara from lunch. As evening came on the rush subsided a little, but there were still stacks of clothes left. By nine o'clock the plies had diminished considerably, but it looked as if them would still be some fine things left un sold. "I'll have an auction." Clara declared. "I'll be one auctioneer, but we need two to get it done properly."" "Miss Toohey's brother, Doctor Too- hey, has just come In. He will help, I am sure," one of the ladles suggest ed. Doctor Toohey was secured and Introduced to Clara, but she merely gave him a glance as she gave him his Instructions. "You sell everything on that side of the room and I'll sell everything over here," she told him. 'Til do .my best" he assured her, as he slipped his overcoat off and put It down on a table that had bee» cleared of clothes. Then the auction began. Clara never did anything by halves and th^ way she sold the remaining things would have done justice to a market crier. Just as Clara was attempting to alight from the table she caught sight of a man's overcoat on a table, and she motioned to one of the people to pass It up to her. "Here is splendid gentleman's overcoat," she called out. "Fur lined, in wonderful order! The gen tleman who donated this was too stout to wear it. Just the thing for this cold weather! How much for this coat? How much?" As she held It up for view the ex cellence of it did not escape the men. There was more competition for it than there had been for anything pre viously sold. When it was finally knocked down for $12, Clara hated to give it up. It's a beauty," she re marked regretfully as the purchaser claimed it. After the customers had departed, Clara sank down In a chair, exhausted. "We have had a record day," she heard the ladles say, but she was too tired to answer. "Where is my overcoat?" Clara looked up to see Doctor Toohey searching aimlessly about "What was It like?" she asked In » p a n i c . ' _ _ _ "It was fur lined and tad ft Tfsr collar," he answered. "Horrors!" she shrieked, *1 sold It** "Sold itf' everyone echoed. "Yes: I mistook it for one of the donations. It was the last thing I sold and I got twelve dollars for It" "It cost three hundred," Doctor Too hey exclaimed. That was too much for Clara. She promptly fainted. When she recovered. Doctor, Toohey was leaning over her. "There, yo® feel better," he said. "Don't feel dis tressed about my coat. I won't need It anyway. I have charge of a Red Cross party that Is leaving for France next week." "I'd love to go with you," Clara cried i excitedly. 'Tm a trained nurse and have my application In. Could yon . arrange It doctor?" j "I think I could," he smiled. "Yot» were present at an operation I per- < formed a year ago, but of course you _ couldn't recognize me in my gown and ; cap. You don't think I am rude for't thinking of you, do you?" "Not a bit" she blushed, "especially If It Is going to get me overseas," A Man Apsrt "He seems to think himself • sort of | celebrity." ̂ "And so he is." "What did he ever do to win fame?"- "He was acquitted in a murder trial 1| In which seven expert alienists testM fled for the prosecution."--Birmingham > Age-Herald. tight Worth •eeiw^axU - When one Is fortunate efrertfgtf t®> see a line of swans etched upon the sky near sunset a mile or more high, as has been ray luck but twice in my life, one has seen something he will not soon forget--John Burroughs, 1» tfe* Alanftte: • In IgnOrftitee. The Poor Little Girl--I doll's nicer than yours. The Rich Little Glri--That you don't know ft thing about lea. think 1 Shows •v 4^ v • -1*