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Bat PART IIL How long she had been there Betty Ann could not have told. But sud- denly she was aroused by the sound of crashing in the scrub, and looked up, expecting to see some sow, escaped from the yard. Instead, she saw a man emerge into the clearing. At the same moment he saw her, stopped instictively. "Excuse me--] must have startled you," said he. "But you'll admit I didn't cry Boo!" Betty Ann laughed with nervous re- lief. She was instantly reassured. She could have told nobody just why. She could not for a moment take her eyes from him. He wore high boots, much stained and scratched, with khaki trousers stuffed into them. He wore a flannel shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and a brown fé&t hat. He was tall and elight and wiry, | and older than Betty Ann; maybe twenty-five or even twenty-six, sho | reflected. Then she realized that she was staring at him. "Po-tell you the truth," she heard him say, "I'm lost. I don't know how far it is to the next town. This wouldn't be serious if I wasn't hungry 'and had a blanket. But I am and I haven't." Betty Ann listened to the voice. It was a very pleasant voice. Betty Ann couldn't resist looking at him. "Where on earth did you come from?" she demanded. He gestured .vaguely backward. Over yon high eastern hill," said he, it's miles, and all under- 1" "So 1 discovered. Climbing through Hav Finer than pa Insist upon Ma's Posy Bed BY WALTER PRICHARD EATON. ~ undergrowth is almost as hard as said "He. "reading Imfianuel Kant," "And makes you much hungrier." i flute in my pack. 2 seated on the dry, dead fronds. "Some- "Hungrier!" Betty Ann thought suddenly of her father's supper. "Aren't there any men," she flung out, in spite of herself, "who think of anything besides gheir meals?" She began to cry. The man' was suddenly beside her, times you can tell a stranger things | you couldn't tell your best friend," he said. "And sometimes it helps. Fun- ny." His voice was kind and soft. Neither spoke for several minutes. Then he gazed out into the pine thick- et and spoke. "It is curious," he said, "how men and women can make each other the happiest or the most miser- able of creatures, often without mean- ing to or knowing why. Every human goul, you know, is separated by a gu'f from every other, but men and women seem to call each other to the rim, and stretch out yearning arms for rstanding, and cannot cross. ve, I suppose, is what builds bridges meross that gulf, I don't know much about it." Again he was silent. Betty Ann ecouldn't keep back the tears. "Is it really so bad?" he asked. "I don't know!" she almost whisper- ed. "I'm all alone. I live down there --on a farm--I've always lived on it. as going away to study--to be a "nurse; then mother died I had to stay home to look after father. He 't--doesn't--do very well with the n. There's a neighbor--he's nice igh--he's a good farmer--he's a -man--the two farms would pay Bact 15-cent pack- age contains direc tions #0 simple any "that he's a pretty old perfessor!" dap --he want to--to--I think he really does, and not just the farm. Only-- only---" She broke off, and the man waited a moment, "Only . he doesn't come with the glory and the freshness of a dream?" "My mother cooked and worked till she--she killed herself--for me, too --but she kept a flower--a posy bed to look at. She made a poem. And Tom--he can't understand. He wants to pasture the yearlings on it! Oh, why am I telling you this? I don't know you!" The man smiled and said: "Will you show me your flower bed? I might be able to send you something for it when I get home next week. I haven't any garden of my own. now. Maybe I should tell you I'm a colege instruc- tor, on a vacation tramp. I live in a | dormitory. But the college has a botanical garden and I think I could | wheed'e the boss of it." "That would be wondetful," Betty Ann said. "But it must be late, and I've supper to get, and you've got four miles to go to the village. Come--we must start." She was on her feet. The man rose more slowly. "This bed of heliotrope must be wonderfully fragrant on a hot summer day," said he. "I sup- pose you can lie here and hear the birds sing." "I--1I used to come here to read the Golden Treasury," the girl confessed. "Even the Elizabethans were not so lyric as a songbird," said he. "No- body ever was--except Mozart." "Mozart wrote music, didn't he?" Betty Ann hated to confess her ignor- ance. "Yes, he wrote music. I have a If you'll put me up for the night instead of making me walk four miles to the hotel in the village, I'il play you some Mozart after supper.' To her relief, her father was milk- ing when they reaclied the house. "Well, where you been?" he demand- ed as he entered the house. "Tom was here to see you and waited a long while." "There's a man here, father" Betty Ann plunged in--"who's going to spend the night. He's a college professor or something. He's on a walking trip in his vacation." "What's his name?" Betty Ann turned red again. "My goodness, I don't know!" she admitted. "I take it," said her father dryly, But before supper was ready she heard her father laughing loudly out- side. Then he came into the kitchen. "Thought I'd inform you yer per- fessor's name is Bentley," he said. "Did he tell yer the story about the cow and the flivver? Gosh, it's a good one!" And out he went again. Freeman Bachelder expanded at supper. He joked and laughed and swapped anecdotes with their guest. Betty Ann, amazed at first, began to that he-had been shut too-long within himself and the routine of the farm. He even looked younger--and more attractive! She puzzled over this as she hurried the dishes through the sink, left them to drain and ran out to show her garden bed. The man was already standing by it in the gathering dusk. "J you can squeeze in a few things more," he laughed: "But out yonder, past the old apples, is a piece! of outcropping ledge that would make; a lovely rock garden. I'l have to see shout that in the m ning. ted her down the drive, down the he a little way and sat her on a rock by| the wayside. Then from his pocket he drew a silver flute and began to play--a quiet, lovely, placid melody, sad only because of the spring night and its own perfection. Betty wanted to weep. She wanted to smile. She Jranbed the siomant to So on forever. Then > changed. It became = | pleasure the time when they will fur- | nish their own homes are, to say the least, lacking in mental poise... must be borne in mind that it is not how much is chosen, but how suitable for the purpose. Take time in seest ing and do pot purchase tog "He Dleces of | the advice of so-ca 'main desire is to make a sale. You can always fill in. should be carefully considered. Do not be afrald of space jumble and over-furnish, The feeling of rest and refinement and can only be obtained by leaving open and clear floor spaces and should be . | studied with meh tare ag'tha furnt Rinspenit with a ¥asioot and trowel returning two hours ldter with numer- oa 'small fern crowns, columbines, "| early saxifrage, and the rd the 'tke, which. he send more planted and watered. ot when I get hom2," said he, "I shouldnt wonder if I took an-| other walking trip after coilege closes! in June--just, of. course, to see how the rock garden gets on. Then he took her two hands in his, | held them hard a sacond 3 and led her hou dered his ¥ back to the house. pack, shook hands with her father and swung down the road to €atch the train, But a week later a great box came. by express, full of Alpine plants, the purple anemones already in Bud, and then a letter, and then books, She had already given poor Tom his answer, ' and expected a scene with her father. But he said nothing. Only sometimes she caught him watching her and smiling at. her, "Is the perfessor comin' back ag'in to see how his fureign posies grew?" he once demanded. "He--he said he might," Betty Ann confessed. "Well, next time you write, you in-| - vite him fer me. Tell him ter bring his trunk an' a new flivver story-- if there is sich a thing, I like that feller. Don't you?" "Father!" And suddenly Betty Ann had to dash the tears frum her eyes. Freeman Bachelder put a hard, brown handtgently over his daughter's | shoulder. "Your ma would have liked vod too," sald he. "Your ma sould have liked him a lot. Guess I'll go out and smell the posy bed Lefore I turn in." Betty Ann suddenly took her fath- er's hand in her and laid her cheek upon it. So they remained a long moment in silence, while the first of the June bugs hurled themselves against the window, and out in the barn a new calf bleated with angry insistence for more supper. (The End.) ------ st Had Lived and Suffered. Mary-----'8he says she's a Woman who has lived and suffered." May--'No doubt--she bad always worn corsets and tight shoes." he -- Flattered,. "She (bitterly)--"You (old me be-, tore we were married that you would 'the moment. become famous:"" He--""What more fame could'a man | desire than to be known as your hus- band?" And ghe was comforted. Seer Alien Minard's Liniment for dandruff. = 1S YOUR HOME YOUR HOBBY? If you are one of the women who have daily hbéusehold duties to per: form, you will delight in the simple design of this trim apron and cap. Cut all in one piece, it is unusually attractive when made from allover patterned percale or print, having all edges ir'mmed with rickrack or fancy braid. The apron has two large pock- ets ard the shoulder straps cross over, buttonirg onto the back. The cap may be either plaited or gathered to the shayed brim No. 300 is in one size only and the apron requires 1753 yards 27-inch, or 13; yards 86-inch material, and the cap % yard. 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People who do _not_anticipate with When this oocasion does occur It many furniture, notwithstanding. perts ny Space around the ridwidust feces. again, do not melikensss k As Jast as he can grow A Well, Faahion pinys atounding tricks, And those who search the crystal ephere ' For news of 1926, May think they see he future clear; But in the busy barber's shop They treat such gloomy forecasts gaily, . Bince shingle, bob and Eton crop 8tin cldim fresh converts daily. As for our womentolk they smile Revert to that old-fashioned style, Which cost them &o much olf ang Sa pain, Reversions such as Fashion craves: May be designed, but few will heed 'em. She lost her humble, willing slaves The day they tasted freedom. --Touchstone in London Daily Mall. hinted so ii The Dishes on the Table. These shining bits of china Have served ue many yeam, Have blessed us, Oh! 60 many times, Yet are just as clear and bright, Just ae ready for to-night! 80 many times the mother Has eet them in their place, So many times has washed And put them back again, Their very shape and pattern _' Seem part of this old-horae! And here to-night they gh.w With a soft, new, tender light Not seen by me before-- These necessary, simple things That meet our needs so well! Always gleaming pure and white, Always shining clear and bright, These old dishes on the table! Their quaint pattern and design Were wrought by one who cared For just such homely, useful. Singh; By one who felt the touch of beauty Should be there. Bomeone who caught the gleam Of constant service In the simple, homely, needful things. --Florence Gertrude Thyng. pstmt mereiia \ Service. "Now; den," shouted the colored evangelist, "Brn dey. anybuddy else in de congregashun whut wishes to be prayed fr'?" "Yassah," replied a female voice. To think that they could o'or«again | - be a baseball player and we were or- dered to play the hit and run game." "i time. Shells. © The-ebbing sea leaves just a song be- hina it, The yellow sands gleam In the morn- ing lght, And on the beach,--a thousand tents of beauty, 3 Bhells strewn afar, like butterflies in fifght. Purple, and gold and piuk,--I toych them gently,-- Translucent, shining in the dazzling air, Quite common things! and yet through all the ages, nem meen His Excuse. 1 age 'What have you to say as to this charge that you struck a man and thea. skipped out?" Prisoner--"Well, you see # was from force of habit, judge;- I used to Minard's Liniment for sore throat. tml creates Question. , Nevin, and he delegated to 5 As Je ecnpéet was only a |responded to these simple verfes. He repeated them over and over and: en band. away." "Ah wishes you'd pray fo' mah hus- He's always glvin' his money ed) "'Deed ah will, sisteh!" exclaimed the exhorter. "Ah'll pray fo' a whole congregation jes' like him!" -- Will there be time--somewhere be- rH gt|\\\ 3 Lv, position of the doors; Sropince.. and other unalterable details, Then plot lon it the size of the furniture suitable {and in the obviously best locations, and endeavor to visualize the room as' you would like to see it furnished. Buy only what 'you know fs good design 'and make, and add from time to time | as you can afford, rather than purchase | much poor stuff. "I adore antique furniture." How often ons hears this remark. But is: it sincere? Should we live in 'another rage mentally or-emotionally : Gloag, an English writer of y his book "Time, Taste and Furnity gays, "It {a quite time tht bp Lholders generally woke up. 'entertaining, in a Louis XIV: room fn thelr own home. mur were we compelled to see such! an anomally on the stage. = = There is a place for antique furni ; When all the hurrying days of earth in 1818, Napoleon, with an enormous force, fought the Allies for thirty-six hours without intermission. At the end of that period he left 26,000 dead on the fleld and the Allies left 12,000 dead. one time and for many miles around the sky was almost as light as in day. . | It was at this battle that Napoleon, in order to encourage his troops, stood nN bravely on the point of Mount Cenis; but his danger lasted for only a mo- ment. be published, translated into Japanese, from the tai's of Russian and squirre! E How we should de-| 80 many half-told stories in this life! |, We read a line, a chapter, or a leaf; Then comes a sudden call td' toil or strife-- Our reading time is brief. are done, And all their history penned, yond the sun-- To read it to the end? --Claribel Weeks Avery. A Lengthy Battie, At the battle of Budessin, Saxony, * Thirty towns were on fire at rere. All Shakespeare's plays will shortly "«Camel-halr "brushes" are made} task of Introducing it to he 'new song. At in Nevin play, challenge and for the that week diligently rehearsed Togers. When the day of the SO arr rived it found Rogers fu a render the new song: ple, unpretentious. song The a -- rag edy landed in the hearts, of his lasten- ors was duly recorded the next morn- ing by the musi¢ reviewers Iu thelr columns. The following week the com-, poser was the guest at a dinner ten- dered him by his wife's brother-in-law at the, old Manhattan Hote! in New York City. Inspiration gave us the tender 'mek Pw ody of "The Rosary." Ome cvening Nevin sat leisurely reading his mail and came upon a magazine clipping forwarded hy:an old childhood friend. {It was Robert Cameron, Rogers's (no relation to the singer)" short poem, "The Rosary." With the first reading Nevin recognized its lyric beauty and some Indefinable feeling within in a relatively few moments had mem- orized the poem. Upon his return from the studio the next day he pass. ted a penciled and then sat down at the plano and softly sang his composition to her. It is. the eame mauscript that he turn- over to the barytone later at the _ gathefing in his drawing room. "The Rosary," with its universal ap- | peal of an anguished heart, sighing for happiness that vanished, {8 sung to- day in every civilized country. It has even been dramatized and novelized. Mme. Schumann-Heink. has. pro. . claimed "The Rosary" her favorite. American song and that she knows-of- =e no other melody has recaptured the beautifu haunting ballad of a living soul's ory for blissful peace. In fact, the little dark-eyed king of jazz, Irving Berlin, the offspring of orthodox parents, recently remarked that he would rather have . composed "The_ Rosary than 'any American song re Ils Cured by Colors. We know that animals are sensitive to colors, Red enrages a bull, while for some unknown reason blue is dis liked by eparrows and certain other birds. Even insects have similar pre- ferences, for both ants and mosquitoes 'have been tested, and while the form- er do not like to be placed under blue glass, the latter prefer light to: dark colors. Human beings vary in thelr 'color preferences. Some people canfiot' i Hebrew in whieh the com- _ in a room with red walls, and others... get quite ill in a dark-blue room. On the other vhand, red is a good color for the smallpox patient, and medical '| men of old, who knew more than we think they did, always hung a room with red to prevent the wounds caused "Bxperiments made during the war shiow. that certalp colors sre stjpulst ing a soothing. At a hos == | pital I et Hilt colors were used "| for patients su uffring from shell-shock. A patient suffering with neuras- thenia was cured of violent headaches by being put in a' purple room, but when a patient suffering from hysteria by this disease from leaving Sears - Sed Sipe. iv ent ture, and good copies of them, without | was placed in te same room e "doubt, but, in the average room, it| 'should be restricted to two or three of "the principle articles, such as the| yp !'sofs, one large chair, the cabinet, or a 'table. Place these at the same énd of tho room, then fill in with furniture of modsrn design or of came.