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TO: W BACKACHE AN1> ACHING JOINTS . ' •vt'i <v "$fci J- 4, ••' •VjfHj.V'1 A*- VX SINKS TO CHIN IN IREACHERQ'JS SAND Lady of ftVic 9 • Iflustnatiomtg/ HENRY Tffln* COPYEISHT AjdPCLUea & COL 1911 8YNOP8IS. Major Lawrence, son of Judge Law­ rence of Virginia, whose wife waa a Lee, is Bent on a perilous mission by Oen. Washington, just after the winter at Val­ ley Forge. Disguised in a British uni­ form Lawrence arrives within the enemy's Ulies. The Major attends a great fete Mia saves the "Lacty of the Blended Rose" from mob. He later meets the slrl M a brilliant ball. Trouble is started Oyer a waltz, and Lawrence ts urged by * Par*ner- Mistress Mortimer (The Lady Ol the Blended Rose), to make his escape. Miwrence is detected as a spy by Captain Grant of the British Army who agrees Jo a duel. The duel is stopped by Grant's (nrlends and the spy makes a dash for liberty, swimming a river following a nar­ row escape. The Major arrives at the shop of a blacksmith, who Is friendly, and KBOWS the Lady of the Blended Rose. Captain Grant and rangers search black- sailth shop 1ft vain for the spy. Law- pence Joins the minute men. Grant and hie train are captured the minute men. Lajm-ence is made prisoner by an Indian and two white men, who lock him In a •trong cell. Peter advises Lawrence not to attempt to escape as "some one" would send for him. Grant's appearance •dds mystery to the combination of cir- E(stances. Lawrence again meets the !y of the Blended Rose, who informs that he Is In her house; and that she jw*s in command of the party that cap- Jtured him. The captive Is thrust Into a «MrK underground chamber when Captain (Grant begins a search of the premises. After digging his way out, Lawrence Vuids the place deserted. Evldenec of a battle and a dead man across the thres­ hold. Col. Mortimer, father of the Lady of the Blended Rose, finds his home in ruins. Capt. Grant insists that Lawrence *>e strung up at once. Miss Mortimer ap­ pears, explains the mystery and Law­ rence is held a prisoner of war. Law­ rence escapes through plans arranged by *he Lady and sees Grant attack Miss dfortimer. Grant is knocked out by Law- 6nee, who comes to Miss Mortimer's re-•f and then makes his escape. Captain ©rant's base villany revealed. Lawrence ^ returns to Valley Forge, where learns re of Grant's perfidy. Washington ces Clinton at battle and Lawrence gets tiSace of Eric Mortimer. The battle of •fonmouth. Gen. Washington again starts lAwrence on an important mission. Law­ rence finds Miss Mortimer In soldiers' uniform, acting as scout. Explanations follow. Washington's dispatches are de- Jwvered to Gen. Arnold and Lawrence is •jwigned to special service of capturing Ffcgfn. Eric Mortimer is found a prls- J»er of Fagin's. and released by Mai. SLAwrence. Guard is placed over Morti­ mer home. Grant and Fagin heard dls- enssiny plans to force Miss Mortimer to •rod former. CHAPTER XXXI(---(Continued.) *"I beard it this way. You were en- jgiged until a few weeks ago. Then jyon met a damned Continental, a spy. Ml' imagined yer fell in love with him. INcw de yer know what interest I've I'm with the Red-coats, an' if I can turn a trick fer that side I'm a-fjoin" ter do it You'll be blessln' me f«r It some day. Now, see here, girl, r» a-goin' ter marry yer off before leavin' this house. I reckon yer ain't fntendin* to make no fuss about it, •re yer?" < She did not appear to comprehend. -p> realize the man was In earnest; she jafren smiled slightly. "Is this some Joke, sir. that I fail to grasp?" she asked. "Will you not explain?" "Explain, hell!" and Fagin clapped his hat on his head, uttering a rough oath. "I spoke plain enough. Yer a-goin' ter marry Grant, here an' now, an' there's the parson, waitln' ter do Job." She partly turned, and as she recognized Jenks, the color deserted her cheeks, and her hands grasped the aide of the door for support. "Marry Captain Grant! I?" she ex­ claimed, horrified. "No, never!" "Oh, I guess yer will, my beauty. <Jood Lord, why not? He's not so *»d; there's many a girl would jump At the chance. Your plantations join, an' he's a King's offloer." "Listen to me, sir," she broke in, cool and determined. "I'll give «rw» my answer. I have already given It to Captain Grant. I will not marry Win--not even to save this house from destruction: not even to release my \ "Let me pass, sir; this Is my fa­ ther's house." "Not while I am here. Mistress," he snarled, without moving. "The /Old man isn't ridln' after me with a squad­ ron of cavalry today. This happens to be my turn to give orders, and yer to obey! Do yer hear--yer'll obey! Those were n't pretty words yer spoke to Grant, but they don't hurt me none. You damned little spitfire, I'd marry yer myself if I could, just to break yer spirit As it is, I'll show yer yer mas­ ter fer once. So it's the spy yer want, is it?" She stared at him without a word a depth of hatred but no fear in her level eyes. ^ "Lost yer tongue, have yer? Well, we'll find it fer yer fast enough. What's the fellow's name?" "To whom do you refer?" she asked, her passage blocked. "The Continental who's put Grant out of the running?" "I presume you mean Major Law­ rence, although no one has authority to couple my name with his." "Oh, Indeed! I'll show yer author­ ity In plenty, Mistress. Come, now. I'm done discussing this matter. As long as yer father isn't able ter at­ tend ter this affair I am a-goln' ter act in his place. We'll have a loyalist marriage, by God! an' have it now. Come, move, you coyote--Jones, hustle him along. Now, Captain, there's a good place ter stand. In between those windows. Mistress Claire--" I was all ready, pistol in hand, burn­ ing with a determination to shoot Pa- gin down, yet her voioe halted him. "Wait!" she cried, standing erect and scornful. "I will not consent to this. I am going to leave this room." "Oh, I reckon not," and he leered into her eyes. "Don't rouse me, or yer'll find out I'm a wolf ter bite. Yer get back there beside Grant, or I'll make yer." "You will? You dare not!" "Don't I, Mistress?" he cried sav­ agely, '111 show yer." He reached forth one great hand, the fingers gripping her sleeve, but she wrenched away, the cloth tearing as she sprang back. "Fagin, I know you, but I'm not afraid of you. I know you for a cruel, cold-blooded murderer, an outrager of women, a thief, and an outlaw. No, you cannot stop me now. You are a low-down cowardly cur, making war on women and children, sneaking around in the paths of armies, plun­ dering and looting the helpless. I despise you and every man associated with you. Neither you, nor all your company, can make me marry Cap­ tain Grant I will die first No, don't move, and don't think you are deal­ ing with a frightened girl. I am des­ perate enough, but I can act--" "Hell! Jones, take that hell-cat by the arms!", "Jones will do nothing of the kind-- and you--stand back, Fagin; dont dare to lay a hand on me again!" Her face was white, her lips set, her eyes blazing, but Fagin, assured of her helplessness, laughed, and stepped forward. From what hidden conceal­ ment it came I know not, but there was the flash of a polished barrel, a sharp report the whirl of smoke, and the brute went backward over a chair, crashing to the floor, with hands flung high over his head. I was aware of the swift rush of a body past me, of steps going up the stairs, and then, with a yell, my men poured out from the library into the halL CHAPTER XXXIIf. Pass, Sir--Thia Father's House." brother from your hands. We can suffer, if necessary, for we are of a fighting race, but I shall never yield to threats." She swept past him, around the end of the table, and confronted Grant, who drew t^ack a step, scowling. "So this i^ypur way. Is it, to win a woman you cannot gain by fair means? No, there is no need of your answering; I understand the whole despicable scheme. You masquerad­ ing as a prisoner of this creature! •You are his puppet. I've known it for months. I learned the truth from Eric, and from that moment I despised you. While I believed you an honor­ able soldier I was able to treat you with outward respect, but no longer You threatened me with a forced mar 4lage once before, and failed. Now you endeavor to succeed with the help <of this outlaw. But you never shall! ijtfo, do not speak! do not hold out your {bands to me! You are not a prisoner. Ehese men are here at your instiga-on; you are concerned in their in- kamy. I would rather die than have forou touch me!" She turned her back upon him, her jface white, her eyes blazing, but Fa- tgin stood between her and the en­ trance, grinning savagely. The Fight in the Hail. Scarcely comprehending that Claire had escaped from the room, I was swept forward by the onrush of bodies. The preacher was knocked headlong beneath the table, but Fagin lay motionless underfoot Jones and Grant turned to a door at the right, and I leaped after them. One of the two fired, and the ball struck my shoulder, the impact throwing me back against one of my men. An in­ stant I felt sick and dizzy, yet real­ ized I was not seriously hurt, and managed to stagger to my feet The door was closed and locked, and, al­ though my head reeled, I began to think clearly. "The other way, lads!" I cried. 'Quick, into the hall!" We tumbled out through the narrow entrance, and I found myself next to Erie. But we were too late to head off the fugitives, or prevent their achieving their purpose. In through the rear door, confused as to what had occurred, yet shouting fiercely, poured Fagin's wolves, seeking trou­ ble. They were a wild, rough-looking lot, ill-dressed, and dirty even in that dim light. For an Instant, congested within the limits of the hallway, both sides paused, staring at each other in mutual surprise and hesitation. Then I heard Jones' bellow of command, and Grant's nasal voice profanely ordering them to come on. With us there re­ mained no choice; we must fight it out where we were, regardless of num­ bers. "Fire! you damned fools--fire!" roared Jones, and there was a crash­ ing of guns, the dense smoke swirling between us. A Dragoon at my right went sprawling; another behind gave vent to a yell aB he plunged head first down the basement stairs. There was the sound of splintering wood, of breaking glass. I felt the blood in my veins leap to the fever of it. We were upon the fellows with a rush, firing in their very faces, and leaping madly at them. There was little room between the walls, barely space for a half-dozen to fight in, shoulder to shoulder, but those be­ hind, eager to strike also, pressed up so recklessly that we hurled them back. To me it was all confusion, up­ roar, deadly fighting I could think of nothing to right or left, only of the struggling devils in my front Faces, forms, came and vanished in the swirl of smoke, brown gun-barrels whirled before me, flashes of fire burned my eyes, strange features, bearded, malig­ nant, glared at me. I leaped straight at them, sticking fiercely. Ctice I saw Grant and aimed a blow at hkn. Then he was gone, swallowed in tie ruck. I Our mad ^onrush swept them back, helpless, demoralized. I stumbled over bodies, slipped in pools of blood, yet kept my feet Every mttscle ached; I was cut and pounded, yet drove into the mass, shouting to those behind: "Come^on. lads! Come on! We'S® driving w|fenj !* A yard;- two yards, three--beyond the door where the men bad escaped we won our way. Then they could go no further. Blocked, unable to retreat wedged helplessly against the far end of the hall they turned like cornered rats. I could see nothing of Jones, but I heard him, raging like a fiend. "Now, you curs, now!" he Btormed. "You cowardly scum--perhaps you'll fight when you can't run! What are you afraid of? There's only a handful, you can chew 'em up.Sf you will! Push 'em back, there! Push 'em back!" With a yell of rage, those crushed against the wall hurtled forward, driv­ ing the others; men were lifted and hurled at us; others gripped at our feet; by sheer force of numbers they swept us backward. It was hand to hand, neither side having time to re­ load their weapons. The smoke rose, permitting a view of the shambles. There was a tangle of arms, a jumble of faces. They were maddened beasts, desperate, revengeful. Hands clutched at us, gun butts were thrust into our faces, the crush too dense to permit of their being swung overhead. My Dragoons had their sabres out, and stood to it like men, the steel blades dripping as they tasted blood. But killing one only brought a new man to the front One does not see so much as feel in such a Jumble. Yet I knew we were worsted, outnumbered. They came at us like a battering ram. I saw the sergeant shot 'through the forehead; I saw Eric go down beneath a crushing stroke, and roll under my feet I stepped on bodies, fighting for my own life as I never fought before. Somewhere I had gripped a gun out of dead fingers and swung it savagely, smashing the stock at the first blow, but retaining the twisted iron. The intensity of exQjjement seemed to clear my brain. I began to distinguish voices, to notice faces. I heard Grant yell safely in the rear; I heard Jones' roar, "To hell with 'em! To hell with em!" Out of the murk of struggling figures I made out his black beard, the gleam of yellow fangs, and leaped toward htm, striking men down unOl I was able to swing at his head. He went over like a stricken ox under a butcher's ax, knocking aside two men as he fell. It gave me chance to spring out of the melee. 'To the stairs, men! The stairs!" I cried. "We can hold them there!" I cannot describe now how we made it, but we did. I only know Tom and held the rear, sweeping circles of death with our whirling gun-barrelB, falling back step by step as we fought At last I felt the bottom stairs with my foot, and heard a voice shout: "Come up, sir! We'll hold 'em now!" Then I was above the heads of the mob, grtpping the rail, and sobbing for breath. There followed a moment's wait, an instant of hesitancy. I began to see and feel once more. Below us the hall was Jammed with men, so closely pressed together as to be al­ most helpless. Blood streamed from a cut in my forehead, nearly blinding me, but I wiped it away, and took one glance at their angry upturned faces, and gained a glimpse of my own men. There were but six of us. and one of these lay helpless propped against the wall. Tom and I stood alone, his face blackened by powder, his shirt ripped into rags; the other three were above, pistols in hand. "Are they loaded?" I gasped. "Yes, sir." "Stand ready then, but look out for above; there was a guard up there-- Tom." He turned his face slightly. "Move back a step or two more; we've got to hold them." "All right, sir." I felt weak from loss of blood, my head reeling, and had to hold to the rail. Below us, growling like wild beasts, but seemingly leaderless, the mob crushed forward to the foot of the stairs. Suddenly I saw Grant, and the sight of him gave me new life. "You black-faced hound," I called down angrily. "You've kept yourself safe so l'ar. Now come on." He snarled some answer, what. I know not There was an empty pistol in my belt, and I flung it at him with all the force of my arm. He dodged, the weapon striking the man behind. With a howl of rage the fellows leaped toward us, bearing Grant on the crest of the wave. The pistols of the Dra­ goons cracked; three fell, blocking the stairs with their bodies. We had room now in which to swing our iron bars, and we battered them like demons. I lost sight of Grant, the red drip of blood over my eyes making all before me a mist. I only kneW enough to strike. Yet fight as we would there was no holding them. We were forced to give way. Guns began to spit fire I saw the wounded Dragoon dragged down under the feet of the mob; hands gripped my legs, and I kicked at the faces in my effort to tear loose. Tom reeled against the wall, hto arm shattered by a blow, and one of the men above came tumbling over me, shot dead. The fall of him cleared the Btairs an instant; then the rail broke, and several toppled over with it my eyes. What--what was the mat­ ter? They were running, those fellows down there--struggling, fighting among themselves to get away. Oaths, yells, cries of sudden fear, made a per­ fect babel. I could not understand, could not grasp the meaning of the sudden panic. Who were those men surging in through the front door, pouring out through the library? Then a voice roared out: "Bedad, they're Fagla's hell-hounds, byes--ter hell wid 'em!" Where had I heprd the voice before? I sank down, too weak to stand, my head hanging over the edge of the stairs. Some hand drew me back, but I had no strength left Only I could think--and the truth came to me. Camden militia! Camden militia! By all the gods, Farrell was there! It was the voice of the Irish minute man I hear the night we captured Dela- van's raiders. Then I closed my eyes* and forgot CHAPTER XXXIV, Searching for Claire. I was unconscious, yet not for long. The first touch of water served to re­ vive me, and I became aware that an arm supported my head, although everything was indistinct before my eyes. "More water, Mike," said a voice close at hand. "Yes, that vlH do. Where is Farrell? Oh, Dan, this is Major Lawrence." "One of the Dragoons said he was in command. Hurt badly?" "No, I think not; but utterly ex­ hausted, and weak from loss of blood. They put up a game fight" I "Only three on their feet when we got in. Hullo, Lawrence, getting back to the world, lad?" "Yes," I managed to answer, feeling strength enough to lift of knowing. "How did It happen? What brought you? Washington--" "All natural enough. Clinton got away night before last with what waa left of his army. Left fires burning, and made a forced march to the ships at Sandy Hook. Left everything to save his troops. Washington, re all a- lng the uselessness of holding them longer, sent most of his militia home. About six miles out there on the pike road a half crazy preacher named' Jenkfc came up with us. He was too badly frightened to tell a straight story, but we got out of him that there was a fight on here, and came over as fast as our horses Would travel!" His eyes swept the halL "Five minutes later would fca*e been too late." "But Farrell, the girl! Do yore know anything about the girl?" "What girl? Do you mean Ctafana Mortimer? Is she here?" "Yes, her father is lying helplessly wounded up stairs, and she must be. with him. Eric Is somewhere in the hall, either dead or wounded. I saw him fall just as we retreated to the stairs." Farrell leaned over and called to some one below. "Not yet sir," was the answer. ' "Well, hunt for him. Now, we'll go up and find Claire. Major, can you climb the rest of the stairs? Help Duval." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Man Afraid of Being Buried Alive Becomes Jnsane After Sink- big Into Quicksand. Alton, I1L--Although he escaped burial alive in quicksand, being drawn Into the earth until only his head was visible, a Chieagoan was driven in­ sane by his terrifying experience on the West bank of Wood river, about eight miles below Alton. He said he was E. C. Anderson, sixty years old, and that his home was 952 Fifty-first street After being rescued he was taken to St John's hospital in Alton. The man had sunk to bis chin in quicksand when his faint cries were heard by two Standard Oil employees who were awaiting the arrival of a steamer with supplies for a refinery near by. His face was ashen white and K was evident he had suffered torture from the thought of being a sum 41 twn vaguely noticing his features. "Is that you, Farrell?" "It certainly is," cheerfully. "Duval has his arm about you, and the Cam­ den boys are herding those devils down below. You had some fracas from the way thingB look. How many men had you?" I rubbed my bead, endeavoring to recollect, staring down into the hall. It was filled with dead and wounded men, and at the foot of the stairs was a pile of bodies. "Twelve, altogether," I replied final- Catch 8melts by the Wagon load. A great run of smelt Is now gning up the Sandy river, the first one In about eight years. The little fish are to be seen In a solid column coming from the Columbia river. Hundreds of persons, attracted by the sight, are catching the smelt In dip nets and buckets and hauling them away by the wagonload. Farmers are myself, and j coming in by the score every day from every direction and from long dis­ tances to get a supply of fish for pick­ ling and smoking. . The run probably will last for sev­ eral days, and then the season for the smelt will close until next winter.-- Troutdale correspondence San Francis­ co Chronicle. Whe.^Cards Came to England. Card playing as a pastime was in­ troduced into England early In the sev­ enteenth century. In 1648 a law was passed in London forbidding the lm- A Sharp Report, a Whirl of Smoke and the Brute Went Backward Over a Chair, Crashing to the Floor. ly. "They--they were too many for us." "Three to one, or more, I should judge. We got-here Just in time." I was up now, looking into their faces, slowly grasping the situation. "Yes," I said, feeling the necessity portation of playing cards. It became a fashionable court amusement In the reign of Henry VIL Whist, In its pres­ ent stage, was not played until about 1760. Some famous games were played shortly after that time in the Crown Coffee House in London. Boasting a Poor Exercise #-- It Loosens the Fiber of the Brain and Makes Men Soft and Flabby. Boasting is a poor intellectual exer­ cise. It Beems to loosen the fibers of the brain and make them soft and flabby. When we read in the New York Medical Journal that card-play­ ing is Injurious to the mind, we re­ member what Dr. Edw«,rd Everett Hale said about it: "The bragging of a peo­ ple used to playing cards," and then coupling the two observations, we get a standpoint from which to view the discrepancies of society. The Medical Journal treats the mat­ ter scientifically and learns from psy­ chology that the keeping the mind on exciting uncertainties renders it in­ efficient in the consideration of seri­ ous things afterward. Go, for in­ stance, from an exciting game of base- Itfall and pick up your Emerson, Rus-klo. Sartor Resartus or Progress and Poverty, and see where you are. Stuck in the mud, that's certain. You can­ not budge a barley corn. Now, keep that up, day after day, with any sort of sport and then take account of your mental condition. We suspect the Medical Journal i; right, and Dr. Hale's illustration is pat. And if you want to make an effective thinker of yourself, it would be well not to get daft on any game. Take bold of It as an incidental, if you both­ er with it at all.--Ohio State Journal. Care of Chlld'e Eyesight. Don't let little children read at dusk or by firelight; read ill-printed books, nor one set in small type; have a light too near the eyes, the heat and glare being Injurious; read too long atya time or stoop over a book. Bad posi­ tions in sitting are a fruitful source of curvature of the spine. Don't let them suffer from lnperfect sight At the first sign of trouble have the eyes at­ tended to. Take the child to the best oculist you can aflerti. The Man Had 8unk to His Chin. burled alive. lie was then rational, however, and while the refinery em­ ployees struggled to free him from the quagmire told them his name and address. It required more than half an hour of hard work to save 'Anderson. When he was finally rescued his talk became incoherent. It appeared from what he said that he had rowed across Wood river in expectation of catching the oil steamer and seeking a chance to work his way to Alton on the boat He sank in the quicksand while try­ ing to make a landing. HORNETS CAPTURE A FLAT I: Insects Get Busy When Turned On and Cause Excitement. Heat Much Is Chicago.--Led by Louis Mahln, a parade of thoroughbred Ohio hornets swarmed out of an upper window the other day at 1507 Warren avenue, climbed down the fire escape and threw the whole neighborhood into a state of terror. Mahin managed to keep one step and two jumps ahead of the procession which was trying its best to keep up with him. Mahin, who is a native of the Buck­ eye state, recently returned from a visit to Athens, Ohio. Later a friend in Athens sent him an egg case con­ taining a hornet's nest. All went well until the cold spell of several days ago, when the heat was turned on for the first time. One by one inquisitive insects climbed from the nest and sought resting places, chiefly on the occu­ pants of the flat Mahln turned to make an exit through the door, but half a hundred ser«".inels were stand­ ing guard there. Yhen he made for the window, opened it and ran down the fire escape. A majority of the hornets decided to parade in his wake. Charles Mahin and Leebrick rushed to the front part of the house to see what the commotion was, but rushed back quickly, accompanied by a spe­ cial committee of the winged insects Down the street ran Mahin until the black stream following him di­ minished to one hornet, which caught up with the baek of his neck two blocks from the flat. Cautiously Mahin, swathed in a towel, crept back to his flat at night with two sulphur candles, the fumes of which killed the remaining pc-its. Bull Fighter Was "Kidded." New York.--Senor Francisco Fer­ nandez, Spanish bull flghtetj. an­ nounced upon his arrival here tfeat he would never fight bulls in Mexico again because the spectators "kidded him" too much. Threw It to the Dog. New York.--Four-year-old Mary Bar­ rett picked up a satchel and dumped the green paper it contained over their dog. The |1,200 was dropped by a woman who hysterically claimed it "Down and O-jts" Entertained. New York.--One thousand "down and outs" of the Bowery were enter­ tained by well known actors at a Bow­ ery theater. Ma%y designated as "un­ employed" refused to attend. Where He Landed. New York.--Wm. Newsome, a negrO; walked down First avenue distributing $5 bills "to make people think well of ., the race." He distributed $500 and is rffew in an asylum. important Ruling! Chicago.--Municipal Judge Gemmel ruled officially that a man had a right to leave his wife who took all his money and didn't give him enough for even a cigar a day. Love Versus Money. New York.--Rev. Earle Wllfley, In a sermon here, said that romantic love is "the curse of the age," and that love cannot thrive on less than $20 a week. Together T«U of Bad Kidneys Much pain that masks as rheu­ matism is due to weak kidneys-- to their failure to drive off uric acid thoroughly. When you suf­ fer achy, bad J o i n t s , b a c k ­ ache, too; with some kidney d i s o r d e r s , g e t Doan's Kidney P i l l s , w h i c h have cured thousands. AJf OHIO CASE. Fred W. Harris. Je(Ter»on. Ohio, hti: **Kor ten years I suffered from kidney trouble. I had constant backache, show­ ed symptoms of dropsy, and became wo bad I was laid up In bed. After doctors had failed I began taking Doan's ICldney Pills. They cured me completely." Get J>«an's at any Drug Store, 50c. a Box Doan's Kp1nr FOSTER-MILBURN CO.. Buffalo, N. Y. DREW THE LINE. N Mrs. Wood B. Swelle--D< : r care for pate de foie gras? Old Man Newriche--No, ma'am, I draw the line on grass. Baled-hay breakfast foods are my limit! Truth About Old Age. George F. Baer, the famous Phila­ delphia railroad man, said on his seventieth birthday: "I agree with Professor Metchnlkoff about the wisdom of the old. Profes­ sor Osier made it fashionable to de­ cry gray hairs, but my experience has been that the old not only possess wisdom, but they seek it also." With a smile Mr. Baer added: "The only people who think are too old to learn are those really are too young." they who Hard to See Under Water. There is no scientific Instrument of the "scope" character which enables one to see down to 50 or 60 feet under water. When the sun shines vertical­ ly over water, a box or bucket with a glass bottom is often used to look Into the water. A cloth covering to exclude light from the box or bucket is sometimes employed. But without electric or some other light in the wa­ ter these devices are not very satis­ factory. House Plans Important The care in the home and all other forms of household work are greatly facilitated by right planning and the use of suitable materials for the construction and furnishing of the home. An adequate and convenient water supply and other conveniences are essential, not only for comfort and for saving labor, but also from the standpoint of home hygiene. An Underworld. "You Bay yo*» saw New York's un­ derworld?" said the horrified relative. "Oh, yes," replied Mrs. McGudley. "And I consider it very neat and in­ teresting. I think every large city ought to have a subway system." Escaped the Worst of It. The worst things are the afflictions that have never happened. Bobby bad just been soupdly spanked for falling into the creek. "Gee!" he exclaimed, rubbing the seat of punishment, "what wouldn't I have got if I had drowned V The Kind. "How did they succeed in catching that defaulting aviator?" "With a fly detective." 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