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1 "among tato flowers. He listlessly put hat again and solemnly hk across the field, Topi fem pockets of his mi viature trousers. The sun-hat, too large for him, made him look like a little old man walking @cross a vast bowling green in medi- tation. The butterfies se no longer to interest him. It was too hot for him even to watch them. At the far end of the field stood a house, half-hidden by a forest of flowerless lilacs, dim laurels, and clip- ped fruit-trees. The faded yellow bi'nds of the house were drawn against the sun, and the doors stood shut and blistering, giving it a de- serted air. The garden was a wilder- ness of trees and sweet brier, untidy hollyhocks with shabby pink buttons just unfolding, blood-bright poppies that had sown themselves in thou- sands about the flower-beds and the pathe and on the front doorstep itself. The air seemed sleepy with poppy odor, but the brilliart scarlet heads blazed like signals of danger. As the child approached the house he began to talk with a curious non- chalance. He squinted at something on a most distant horizon, and some- times he appeared to be searching in- tently for something in the grass or th sky. The house might not have existed. The child walked towards it with perfect, aimless innocence. Nevertheless, that innocance was suspicious, for he walked in a perfect line to a point where the garden fence had brcken, making a gap large enough for a dog to squeeze through under cover of the lilacs and laurels. As he approached the gap his inna- cence became ang "ic. He stouped to pick a white cloverbloom. He sniff .d it languidly, plucked another and sniffed that also. He wandered in beautiful rings in the grass, ostensib- ly searching. All the time his eyos were upon the house, wickedly furtive and longingly alert. He presently sidled sleepily towards the gap. In his sleepiness he appear- ed to be not only innocent but blind. Nevertheless, his eyes in one swift flicker took in the same emptiness of the field behind him and of the gar- den ahead. He vanished suddenly through the hedge with a flash of white, like a rah- bit. He crawled through the mass of tiees and brier on his hands and knees and finally emerged into open sun- light, blinking like a man stepping out of a gloomy jungle, There he staggered to his feet and stopped. His ges had lost their look of i | drunk with fruit. It ocurred to him 'He regarded it with the b 'he could not 1est. to take off his hat. He began to walk up and down the avenues, filling it. There was ctill no | sound or movement in the gaiCen ex- cept his own rustlings among thé leaves. The juice of many raspberries began to stain the whiteness of his sun-hat. - He did not notice it. He was drunk with forbidden bliss. It happened suddenly that he came to the end of an avenue and there woked up. Beyond him stretched an 'open lawn, deserted and POPPY-sOWn. Laverne Burden, five-year-old piano wonder, of Ohio, recently made her proud parents prouder still when she was requested to go to Chicago to have her Playing ; recorded, indif- ference of reckless conldence. plucked a raspberry and ate it with lips, as though to defy the last dan- gers of the place. He turned to pluck another and stopped. A pale object, like a menac- ing vision, had appeared over the raspberry canes behind him. It was a panama hat. He gazed at it for one second" wita giddy astonishment. moved. His heart leapt. A moment later the panama hat bore down upon him with noises of stentorian rage. It The child fled. He darted down an avenue of canes with a wild terror in his heart, scratching himself and run- ning blindly. All the time he was conscious of pursuit by tle panama hat. He was terrorized by cries of rage and threats of annihilation, He stumbled and dropped his hat and dared not stay to pick it up again, Out in thé field he paused for an agonized moment to take breath, De- find kim a roar of rage was burled like a cannon shot from among the raspberries. Glancing back, he saw his white sun-hat picked up and brandished angrily, He fled with frightened speed across the field. The voice of the man pursued him. He dared not glance back. He ran with unresiing desperation unt he could pause behind his mother's fence with security again. But evon there He was trembling and exhausted. Finally however, he took a long breath, and with a great effort nonchalantly strolled past the tatoes and by the raspberries to- vards the house trying to look an- gelically at the sky. It happened that as he came from Lehind his mother's raspberry canes she herself emerged from the house, She was a wide, powerful woman, with a black, suspicious gaze. Seeing her, Le stopped. That pause wag fatal. She swooped down upen hin ind tly He bered in that moment all the warnings she had given him about her raspberries. tow reery times had she not warned hia that if he laid # finger on them she vionld flay him? She hor: down on kim as the panama hat lad borne down on him in the garden. II: wrig- gled futilely to escape, but this time there was no escape. He made frantic They were filled with caution and wonder, with guilt and pleasure. They gazed with a new unflickering inten- sity. h Before the child stretched a plar- tation of raspberries, row after row of green and red luxuriance. Seeing them he had eyes for nothing else, He seemed for one moment paralysed by the crimson burden of the tall, thick canes. At home, side by side with the potatoes, his mother alsg had a plan- tation of raspberries, ripe, thick, and lovely as these. To the child, However, the raspber- ries that his bother grew seemed sud- denly despicable. Moreover, she had forbidden him fearfully to touch them The fruit before him was larger and more luscious than his mother s could ever be, and as he caught all at once the strong fragrance of the fruit and leaves in the warm sun his modth was tortured. £ He plucked a raspberry. It melted swiftly in his mouth like snow. Once @ great fish-net had covered the plan: "tation, but the stakes had rotted away MUTT AND JEFF signs of i 11 leara you!" she shouted. "I didn't--I never!" he moancd. "Look at your mouth!" she cried. She seized him mercilesely, 1lis guilt was so vivid on his lips that she belabored him until her arm whipped up and down like a threshing-flail. The child, as he howled his inno- cence of a crime he had never com- mitted, dismally observed across the field an approaching figure. It was signalling terrible threats with a white hat--John O' London's Weekly. A The American refused to be im- pressed by London. "Slow kind of place," he declared to the English- man who was showing him round; "no hustle like there is in New York." A minute later the visitor was haul- ed on to the pavement as a fire escape dashed past. "What's that?" he asked in a startled voice, "That," sald the Englishman, "was just the district window cleaner working a bit late." Hel, Interesting Facts It is not generally known thot the royal family of Great Britain is not supported by the nation. Kitg George gets nothing out of public taxation; he is not paid any salary. There'are l.rge estates in England which have belonged to the Crown for centuries. From George IIL. to George V,, in- clusive, the sovereings on their ac- cession turned over the Crown estates t. the nation in return for a fixed annual payment called the "cicil list." The present king's civil list amounts to £470,000 and the provisions for members of the royal family (which i_clides £25,000 for the Duke of York hut nothing for the Prince of Wales) to £83,000--in all £553,000. The suc- plus revenue frcm the Crown ez.o..3 ir. the year ending March 81, 1927, was £1,010,000, which was paid into the Dritish Exchequer. From this net sum no deductions were made for ad- ministration. If King George had retained the estates he would have ha. a net revenue of £1,010,000, so actually he presented the nation that year with £457,000. tee fie Hay Fever Relief The news announced by Dr, Isabel Beck of Mount Sinal Hospital in the Medical Journal and Record that hay fever can be relieved at home by means of a filter which removes dust bacteria and pollen from the air 'is hardly news at all. City hay fever sufferers have long known that the best place for them is an air.condi- tioned motion picture theatre, For the air supplied to the theatres is not |. only cooled but washed and there- fore treated with a thoroughness beyond the powers of the much cruder apparatus described by Dr, Beck. It must be admitted, how- ever, that it would be asking too much of any hay fever patient to sit forty-eight hours--even if programs$ were that long--while a Hollywood version of a gangster's career flashes past on the screen, And according to Dr. Beck, marked relief is actual. ly a matter of forty-eight hours. Although ragweed pollen is main- ly responsible for hay fever, many odorless flowers of weeds and grasses are to be shunned, Dr, Ivor Grif fith of the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy makes the point that the pollens of aromatic flowers are too heavy and adhesive to cause hay fever, They must be transported by bees and insects in carrying out the process of cross-fertilization. It Is the wind-borne pollen that is to be feared. He finds that by rubbing various pollens into scratches on the arm the one to which the hay fever sufferer is peculiarly sensitive can readily be detected by the welt that it raises. Alcohol solutions of this pollen in small doses confer a fair amount of immunity, ----p ere Logic "I put butter on the cat's feet as you suggested, but he's run away just the same." "What sort of butter did you use, mum?" g "As far as I can remember, it was Danish butter." "There you are--what can you ex- pect? He's well on his way to Den- . EE ------ By BUD FISHER mark by now." Mystery of the Morgue Before the New York Evening Post moved to West Street, it was known as" "the old lady of Vesey Street." Everything was prim and proper about it. A few years ago, before the reorganization of the filing system, there was -occasion in the office to look up clippings of the Wall Street explosion. ¢. me complicated. Nothing was to be fo 'nd under "Wall Street," "Explo- s'ons," "Disasters," "Bombs," or even "Reds." Finally they telephoned to the home of the former archivist, re- ti ved, "Where in the name of the Villard: family," demanded a frantic editor, "did you file the clippings of the Wall Street explosion?" "Ah," said the old gentleman, "look in the letter M cabinet. You will find it under 'Mishaps'."--New York Morning Telegraph, EEE CS, THE STEP LOWER Little Dot came home flushed with excitement, "Oh, mummy," she said eagerly, "there's a carnival on in the town next week! Can I go as a milkmaid?" Mother shook her head, "No, my pet," she replied, "you are much too young for that." Dot looked thoughtful. | "I know, mum," she said, after a while; "can I go as a condensed milk- maid?" BE IN His Gift A man who had not been very good during his earthly life died, and went below. As soon as he reached the nether regions he began to give orders for changing the positions of the fur- naces and started bossing the imps around. One of them reported to Sa- tan how the newcomer was behaving. "Here," said Satan to him, "you act as though you owned the place." "Certainly," said the man; "my wife gave it to me while I was on earth." imi nimi First Lodge Member: if you had been dissipating. Looks as Second Lodge Member: I didn't zet to roost last night until near. ly sunset, A crotchety Yorkshire farmer had a dispute with his neighbor and went to hig solicitor about it. "Aw want thee to write a letter," he said, "and tell 'im that all this nonsense 'as got to stop." "Very well," said the solied tor, "and what do you want me to say?" "Just tell 'im," replied the farmer, "that 'e's the blackest, low- downest, lyln'est, thievin' scoundrel on earth, and then work it oop a bit until tha feels tha can say summat really rude to 'im." |Latest Findings The hunt immediately be-] In Science World 'Made of of "Hunches" ich Lead to Discov - eries--Trees of New York _ Discovery of Hunches The "hunch" or intuitive flash of genius received its share of atten- tion at the recent meeting of the American Chemical Society at Den- ver, A questionnaire sent to 1,500 re- search workers by Professor Ross A. Baker showed that inspiration Is highly regarded, although a minority thought it useless, Dr, Robert A, Millikan was quoted as saying that Einstein's photoelec- tric equation--the one that is practi- cally applied in designing the cells used in television--sprang from a mathematical hunch. One research. er in electricity confessed that the solution of difficult problems came to him on awakening from a sound Bleep, the refreshed mind apparent. ly grasping what did not suggest it- self in hours of previous concentra. tion. A Cornell graduate announc- ed to a genial company his decision, reached with lis professor's con sent, to give up a problem. Then the solution flashed upon him, Some of these chemical Rousseaus confessed that hunches came while walking to work, fishing, bathing, dreaming or relaxing after dinner. Coffee and tobacco were considered an aid to inspiration, but not alco- hol, Apparently the organic chemists were especially given to hunches, their science being so incompletely theoretical that they must rely more on a kind of instinct or inspiration than on cold logic in selecting the most promising of a series of pos- sible synthetic compounds. The man who seemed to rely most on hunches wrote that at 4 P.M. he placed the failures of the day all be- +fore him and looked at them "in- dividually, collectively, vigorously and generously," Thus a mental pic- ture was created that he could not escape, "The beakers do not seem to con- tain molecules, but rather maggots crawling where they will and out of my control," he proceeded to relate. "Then I go home, By 11:30 P.M. the house is quiet and I hear only the sound of manhole covers as automo. biles pass over them. I am rested, relaxed, wide awake and under the influence of coffee and tobacco, The picture stands out, the maggots be- come molecules and I have a basis for a new day's work." The skeptics were scathing in their appraisal of inspiration. "We certainly would not apply this method in uying securities," argued one, quite forgetting that the public in general does buy on hunches, To another, revelations or hunches were signs of an immature mental devel- opmept. It is hard to draw conclusions from the varying experiences, But this one seems justified: Hunches, inspl- rations, revelations come only after deep concentration. The machinery of the mind seems to have been started to keep on working even when we have temporarily thrust the problem aside. When the solution comes a message is flashed to the conscious mind that it has been found, How New York Got Its Trees A study recently made by Dr. John S, Kimball of the New York Botani- cal Garden shows how much we owe to the vast glacier that crept down- from the north millions of years ago and gouged out much of Lake Cham- plain and the region south. Not only did the ice carry scouring bold- ers from the north, but seeds as well. New York's vegetation, there- fore, came from the shores of the Gull of St, Lawrence. No tree, no soil could withstand that relentless sheet of southward moving ice, When fit melted, the seeds from the north gprouted where they had settled in an exotic soll ready for new vegeta- tion, "Southerly winds, as a result of the cool air from the glacier flowing into take the places of the rising warm air southward and floods re. sulting from the melting ice-front at the edge of the glacier both helped to push or carry the seeds of trees further south, gradually extending their former ranges," Dr. Kimball re- ports. "The agencies of migration were also doubtless aided by the birds and mammals moving south. BY ANNEBELLE WORTHINGTON Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur.) wished With Every Pattern Here's a cute model with all the earmarks of Frefich chic yet is as simple and smart and is practical as' any tiny girl would wish for. Light navy blue wool jersey made the original. Isn't the inset yoke cunning? vivid red jersey. 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Eventually many of these seeds reached Florida and the Gulf States, Some of them sprouted there and thrived, As the glacier finally receded and the southward-moving agencies of| dispersal diminished, the plants that had been carried down from the far North began gradually to creep northward again. Some, if they reached the South at all, died there. Others--about thirty important trees --distributed themselves all the way between New York City and the Gulf States. Those that could not stand the Southern temperatures doubtless migrated all the way back to the Gulf of St, Lawrence, distributing themselves plentifully around New York City on the way, ---- a -- A TRICK IN IT, Angus came home from the office feeling in a generous mood. "Maggie," he said to his wife, "to- night I'm going to gi'e ye a treat. Here's a ticket for the Plaza Theatre", "Mon, but that's right royal o' ye," she sald happily, "What's the show all about?" "There's a conjurer there," replied Angus darkly, "and when he comes on to do a trick in which he takes an ounce of flour and one egg and | makes twenty omelets, watch him very closely and see how he does 1t." mr tae LIFE IS HAPPINESS To exist is to bless, Life is Hap- piness, In this subtime pause of things all dissonances have disap- peared. It is as though Creation were but one vast symphony, glorify. ing the God of Goodness with an in- exhaustible wealth of praise and harmony . . , , We leave ourselves become notes In the great concert, and the soul breaks the silence of ecstasy, only to vibrate in unison with the Eternal Joy! ---- ---- Eggsactly Right ove SAYING |g TET ADOZENL [Mm-m CRACKED €66S ARE | [no THE CRACKED D EGGS =] | Five cents A Dozen Y CENTS CHEAPER. ARE THE CGG6S ARE JUST | AS FRESH AS THE) Snaps! CEL] FING: THEN CRACK Me A J Doze, MutT! A ne hig = Ze >a | EER alll | "I've | point, The Cricket Field 1a lay near th sea, on the borders of the town and the country. On one side it was over- looked by a few white cottages and their neat gardens, on the others by tall trees and clumps of hedges which divided it from the fields and distant landscapes. All day, except for a short interval at lunch, the cricketers were dotted over the field, their shadows stretch- ing longer and longer as the hours wore on. All day the colored frocks and sunshades remained in a gay mass in front of the Pavilion, like a border of flowers in bloom. Al day the little boys from the town lay or squatted on the bank between the clumps of hedges, their eyes shaded by their brown hands, counseling the various players as to what they should or should not do. It is easy tc be a firstclass cricketer when ly- ing on a bank, When the last man was out, the umpire drew stumps; the colored frocks moved toward the gate; the players, with their cricketing bags, crawled into the patient row of cars, and drove off down the lane. The field was left to the setting sun, It was then that evening put the country to bed. The trees began it by dragging their shadows across the grass, tplodges of dull blue, as dusky and illusive as the wings of a bat. Night followed with a blanket of heavy dew, which lay on the ground and about the hayricks like soft wool, light and fine, In the early morning the field was yas wet as a pond. Dew lay in trem- blin brilliance on every grass blade; and the sun struggled with the mist in-an effort to draw them back to the sky. A bloom lay over the field. From the hayricks to the further corner a single track of footsteps could be seen, like marks left behind on a stretch of fresh wet sand. The sun rose strongly up the sky, carrying the dew with it, until the field was as dry as a green baize table, In the centre, i where the batsmen had worn the grass thin, two gulls paraded solemnly up and down inspecting the wicket, And in the sunlight white butter- flies took the field, and played a game of their own in the warm air. No one clapped, and no one criticized, for the Pavilion was closed and the bank was bare. Only the gulls looked on in a superior way, and strutted silently Lp and down the pitch. ------ Ae see HIS METHOD They were in the club and the con. versation turned to Scotsmen, "From my experience," said Brown, found it best to take these stories about Scotsmen with a pinch of salt. For instance, I once knew an Aberdonian who found a 22-carat gold ring in the street. The old blighter at once put a big display advertisement in a local newspaper. | He stated that all the owner had to do was to pay for the advertisement." "Well, that was certainly very de. cent of him," put in Smith, "Yes, I suppose it was," replied Brown artfully, "but that isn't the The Scotsman was the edl- tor of the newspaper." sr UNREASONABLE Little Eric wanted to go to the swimming-baths with the bigger boys, but his teacher, thinking him too small, refused permission, "It wouldn't be safe," he said. "But I'm a pgwod swimmer, sir," sald the boy. "Can you swim a length?' asked teacher, The boy did not appear to grasp his meaning, so the teacher, seeking to make it clear, said: "Can you swim from your desk to the door?" "Oh, no, sir!" Eric replied. "There's no water there." -- 2 BRAVERY The drawing-room hero was re- counting a story to an attentive audi ence, They listened to him with bated breath. . "I shall never forget," he said, "how I felt when, all alone, 1 battled with the waves. Around me were the bits of wreckage, All was pitch black, I strove desperately to reach my goal, while every now and them I heard signals of passing ships-- none knew I was there." "Yes, yes--go on!" spoke up one of his audience excitedly. "And then," he continued calmly, "I suddenly got the station I want ed. My home-made wireless set was working. My battle with the ether waves was ended," p---- TAKEN LITERALLY The boarder was having his first eal at the seaside boarding-house, The landlady watched over him while he struggled manfully with a large portion of heavy dough which was supposed to be "suet pudding." The landlady eyed him acidly as he showed signs of dissatisfaction. "Anything wrong?" she asked, as he desperately stabbed at the mass with his fork. "BE-er--well," he stammered breath. lessly, "when I wrote for 'diggings' I didn't exactly mean this sort." a FFRIENDSHIP Friendship maketh indeed a fale | day in the affections from storm and tempest, but it maketh daylight the understanding out of darkness and ronfusion of thoughts.--] --Bacon,