Bellefonte, Pa., March 26, 1915. a STEPHEN AND STORIES. rr | (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- | per Syndicate.) | Sally gazed contemplatively at the little set of chintz-covered drawers that she had indulged in by way of | celebrating the occasion of having sold another story. It was Sally’s treat tc | herself to purchase something for the | equipment of her writing table upon | each glorious arrival of a check. | “I can write from morning until | sundown now,” she told herself hap | -pily. “I must sell another story be | fore I can get the waste basket tc! match.” She pondered for a moment. “I think I will rewrite ‘The Test.” That ought to sell—it’s a good plot.” Sally looked high and she looked low | for “The Test.” She took out every | drawer, looked through her file and her scrap books, but the manuscript | remained in its hiding place. Sud: denly she remembered that she had sold an old file case. The next morning she dressed her ! self with her habitual care and went forth in search of the lost story. She gazed open eyed at the clerk who told her that a certain set of drawers had been sold. “Is there any chance of my finding out to whom they went? It is most important,” Sally said, with her friend ly smile. Another ten minutes passed and Sally went worth. The address given was down in the lower Twenties and Sally found herself ringing the bell of a small flat. A most delightful girl answered the ring and opened the door wide that Sally n.'ght enter. “Yes, we found the story,” the girl was saying, as Sally followed her into a room that was homelike and cozy, and in which a good-looking young fellow lolled comfortably while he scanned the pages of Sally’s own man- uscript. Sally’s eyes opened wide and a flush darted into her cheeks. “Davie,” Madge Cartwright said, “this is Sally Seward. Miss Seward, my brother, David Cartwright. Miss Seward has come in search of her story,” Madge added, and offered Sally a chair. “Now for the story,” he said with his boyish laugh that Sally was be ginning to wait for. There had not been so much of laughter in Sally's struggles that she could afford to let slip one golden hour. She rejoiced that her manuscript had wedged itself into the chintz drawers, and that she was sitting beside David Cartwright while he outlined the plot of an ex- ceedingly good story. “I will write it,” Sally told him while Madge’s voice came from the direction of the kitchen humming a little snatch of song, “and if it brings a big check, you must promise that we three will have a dinner to- gether.” Madge had entered with a fragrant tray of tea and hot crumpets. “Did you hear that, Miss Cartwright?” Sally questioned. “If the story brings a big check,” she said, I will agree to anything, but it would be so comfy to have dinner here—you may get a chicken and fix- ings if you like, but couldn't we cook it here? It is so much nicer than restaurants.” She glanced eagerly at Sally and Sally smiled back at her. Friendship linked the eyes of the two girls, and Davie looked on with a pe- culiarly introspective expression. “And I will get seats for the thea- ter,” he added. “Is it a go.” Sally looked from Madge to Davie, and if there was a throb in her throat no one was the wiser. She put a hand into each of theirs and clasped them warmly. The hand that Davie held trembled and his own closed about it. “We will be the best of friends, I know,” Madge said, quickly. “We are going to be more than friends,” Davie said—but he did not say it aloud. Madge knew as she went homeward that she would become a great writer, that her table had grown doubly dear to her, and that the little chest of chintz drawers would always be fra- grant with love and happiness and all that goes to make life a wonderful thing. Perhaps she kissed the things that had given her happiness, or per- haps she only ran slim fingers caress- ingly over them. But Sally smiled. Three of a Kind. It was company field training. The captain saw a young soldier trying to cook his breakfast with a badly made fire. Going to him he showed him how to make a quick cooking fire, saying: “Look at the time you are wasting. ‘When I was on the coast I often had to hunt my breakfast. I used to go about two miles in the jungle, shoot my food, skin or pluck it, then cook and eat it, and return to the camp under the half hour.” Then he un- wisely added: “Of course, you have heard of the west coast?” “Yes, sir,” replied the young sol- dier, “and also of Ananias and Baron Munchausen.”—Pittsburgh Chronicle- Telegraph. Likes Sunday Dinners. Robert had always visited his aunt on Sunday. One week day she asked him to stay for dinner. She prepared just what she had—no dessert. When the meal was finished the aunt noticed Robert was expecting something. Soon he looked up and said: “Aunt Emmy, you have lots better dinners than this, don’t you? Guess I'll come on Sunday next time.”—Indignapolis News. POWER FROM THE DESERT inventor Sanguine of thc Success of | His Project for Utilizing the i World's Waste Places. | The inventor of a sun-power engine ! now working in Egypt claims that 20,- | 000 square miles of the Sahara desert | can be made to deliver as much power | as is obtained from all the coal now i | mined in the world. | The claim is a little startling at | first. Population has followed me- | chanical power for many years, and | doubtless will continue to do so. If the sun engine is made truly practical, | visions arise of the densely peopled areas of the North being deserted for | the sun-baked plains of Africa, Ari- zona and Mexico. What then? Nothing then. That emigration |! never will take place. Nature has so : ordered it that lands of perpetual sun- | shine produce very little that mankind | needs. Man, of recent years, has ar! ranged things so that power can be | shipped long distances over a wire, | with comparatively little loss. If the | sun-power engine does as much as | this inventor hopes, the world’s des | erts may become great generating sta. tions, and that is about all. Even this is problematical. doubtful if sun power ever can be gen- erated as cheaply as water power, in certain favored regions, and it will be many a long year before the new de: ! velopment cuts down the consumption of coal.—Chicago Journal. COMFORTS ON FIRING LINE Everything Possible Is Done for the Men on Duty in the Trenches in Europe. It is | ‘We are constantly learning more of the economy of trench life, and from time to time we are given a glimpse at what may be called its luxuries. The telephone is, of course, a neces sity, but now there is the hyperperi- scope, by which you may see your enemy without giving his snipers a chance at a pot shot. One letter from the front the other day mentioned that the question of electric lighting is being considered seriously, and the latest refinement is that of the electro phone, by which men in reserve may provide concerts for their comrades in the firing line. War has often been luxurious be fore, but only for the men at the top. In the seventeenth century a duc de Luxembourg, a Vendome or a Riche lieu took with him a complete town equipment, and his wines, his musi cians and his silverware were ail in camp. Wellington, though he was fru- ! gal enough himself, kept hounds for | his officers in Portugal.—London Mail. Red Cloud’s Granddaughter. The biggest thing in the way of an Indian wedding ever held among the Sioux Indians was celebrated at Chad: : ron, Neb. a short time back, when James Galligo, a white ranch owner, and Miss Josephine Richards, grand- | daughter of the late Red Cloud, big | chief of all the Sioux tribes, were mar- | ried. The best man was James Roam Eagle, and the bridesmaid was Miss | Angeline Kills Above. Miss Kills | Above is also a granddaughter of Red | Cloud. Half a hundred Indians ac- | companied the party from the Pine Ridge agency to Chadron for the cere | mony, which was performed by County | Judge Slatter. Judge Slatter’s fee from the bride: ! groom was $50 and a fine saddle horse. | The bride’s dowry was a herd of 1,500 : Hereford cattle and 500 horses, their total value being probably $150,000. As soon as the snow melts Mr. and ' Mrs. Galligo intend making a long! tour in their automobile. TT , | | Activities of Women. The Frankfort arsenal in Philadel- ! phia employs over four hundred wom- en whose duties are thos of making , cartridges for the government. : The state minimum wage commis- sion of Washington has established $10 as a minimum wage for women | and girls employed in clerical posi- tions. Although she is one hundred and one years old, Mrs. Abigail F. Miller of Philadelphia says her one ambition is to ride in an aeroplane. California will have woman judges for the juvenile courts if the bill now before the legislature becomes a law. Paris women are changing their gait, and instead of wriggling they are now back to their old habit of tripping along. Aeroplane in Jerusalem. During the last few months the aeroplane has made its appearance in many strange places, not the least among these being the ancient city of Jerusalem. It was during his flight from Constantinople to Cairo that M. Bonnier, the French airman, passed over the Holy City in his monoplane. descending on the historic plain of Ephraim, a short distance south of Jerusalem. It was on this plain that King David met and defeated the Philistines. Never, in modern times, was the city so excited. It poured out en masse to see the airman and his machine—Christians, Jews and Mos- lems. Alarm Shouts at Burglar. Axel Stahl of Chicago has just re- ceived a patent on a burglar alarm that has as its essential a talking ma- chine. This may be loaded with a record bearing. such remarks as its owner would like to have made to al burglar who enters by door or win: dow. So, the thief will be greeted “vith words that will at least tend to startle him Constituent Shows How Excess Grew Men Displace Others. Philadelphia, March 24. John McClintock, a Representative { from Philadelphia, in reply to a con- “ a] » Ha—hum! 1 declare! i gtituent who asked him to vote for The challenge, sharp and suspicious, | repeal of the Full Crew Law, wrote came through a tiny slot in a dool: gg follows: that seemed to guard a lodge room, «p gegire to ask if you think it is THE FORGOTTEN WORD By VICTOR RADCLIFFE. | | (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) “The word, sir?” | ‘or some like secret place of convoca: | right to legislate out of employment tion. The embarrassed response was ! men who are now in the employ of from Prof. Achilles Dabney, savant | the railroads, whose wages aggregate and student of antiquity. | $2,000,000, especially at this time, “I—how awkward! You see—dear ; when there is so much idleness?” me! how could I forget so readily? 1| This question brought a rejoinder have lost the word.” | as follows: : Snap! went the jealously guarded: “Replying to your letter of March slot cover, but the professor beat has | 19, my answer would be, first, that tily and peremptorily on the door, there was no reason nor right in and, to him, the evil eye again ap | legislating into jobs some 2400 excess ' manitarian. ' child. Just in time he pushed her out | by the edge of the machine, . reached the curb, where a policeman ~ his hand. ! you, any more than I will. . nest. | staying to lunch. peared at the orifice. ! “lI have come nearly five hundred | miles,” fluttered the professor excited | ly and with eagerness “Iam Professor | Achilles Dabney. Surely, you have | heard of me? I am deeply interested ! in the discovery of the great Sonnet ing link your illustrious society has | on exhibition.” i “Sorry, sir, but only to members | of the Anthropological Agsembly, or those accredited by some officer of the same, is admission granted, provided they have the password.” Professor Dabney groaned audibly as he left the place. All his thoughts were bent upon devising some way of getting in among the scientists. He racked his brain for a suggestion of some method of encompassing the great desire of his heart. In his ab straction, crossing a crowded thor oughfare, he jumped two feet up into the air at the sharply yelled words* “Hi, there—out of the way!” “Mercy me!” gasped the professor, as the teamster’s horses nearly bore him down. “Look out!” came a second startling injunction, and the professor faced the new dilemma of a speeding automo bile coming from the other direction Directly in front of him was a lit tle girl about nine years of age. She. was directly in the course of the on: coming machine. The professor was not only a scientist but a true hu He made a dash for the of the way of the crushing wheels of the auto, was knocked aside himself and was trying to sooth the crying, fright. ~ ened child. “You are a good, grand man!” lisped the child, seizing and fondling “Sister will never forget Oh, vou must come with me and let her thank you! She would never forgive me if I let you go!” So, in his meek, accommodating fashion, the professor allowed the iit: . tle one to lead him along the street, followed by the approving and admir ing smiles of the crowd. She finally paused at a small flat building, went up to its top story and pushed open a door, with the excited words: “Oh, sister, dear! I've had such a time, and only for this gentleman you would never have seen me again!” A lovely young girl arose from some fancywork in which she was engaged, paling at the hurried story of the lit- tle one, and then beaming her grati- i tude and interest upon the bashful and confused visitor. The tired scientist glanced about the bright, cheery room. His gracious reception had warmed his heart. All his wealth and prestige, his lonely, selfish life faded into nothingness be fore the intensely human and inspir ing influences of this neat little home The little one insisted on his He arose to go, after the happiest hour of his life, and he thrilled as the hand of Miss Weston rested in i his own at parting. “Oh, Sister Rhoda! make him prom- ise he will come to see us again—" began littie Idaline, and then she paused, dismayed, for the professor had made an extraordinary demonstra- tion. “The lost word!” he fairly shouted, quivered all over with excitement, and, seizing his hat, fairly rushed from the place. It was just at dusk when there came a knock at the door of the little flat. Rhoda Weston looked glad and pleased as she welcomed the professor. He seemed supremely happy. “I had to come back to apologize for my rude departure,” he exclaimed, “but you see that name, your name, Rhoda, by a strange coincidence, hap- pened to be the password at that sci- entific assembly I told you about.” “Why, I am very glad to know that your great desire was met,” said Rhoda. ° “Tell me some more about those cunning little red ants,” pleaded Ida- line, climbing into his lap. Why Professor Dabney lingered in the city, now that his mission was accomplished, he could not himself exactly analyze. But he did stay, and every evening he visited the little flat. “I am going home tomorrow,” he told Rhoda one evening. “Perhaps I had better say what I was going to write,” he continued. “Then why not do so?” she smiled encouragingly. “One word, a lost word, discovered through you, did me great service,” oa said the professor, “and you have en- | abled me also to find and understand another word.” “And that?” interrogated Rhoda, still smiling, but trembling all over. “Love!” trainmen now employed on railroads In Pennsylvania and New Jersey. “Second, it is axiomatic that em- ployment to be of the largest eco- nomic advantage and for the greatest good of all, must be productive or useful in character. These excess trainmen get some $2,000,000 a year, but do nothing which adds either to the safety or efficiency of train oper- ation. “Obliged by law to employ these men, the railroads virtually are com- pelled to squander $2,000,000 which ¢ii8¥ would otherwise have to expend for useful purposes. So expended, it would provide productive work for i pow unemployed men and women in other lines. They would get the money for services of value.” CASTORIA Bears the signature of Chas.H. Fletcher. in use for over thirty years, and The Kind You Have Always Bought. “Dastardly” Youth. A child-loving teacher tells this story as illustrating the curious asso- ciation of ideas often entertained by children. “I do love Bruce,” one of her small pupils exclaimed in ecstasy. “He’s so awfully dastardly. There's nothing under heaven that he doesn’t dast do!” Many laxative medicines do nothing more than remove the immediate ob- struction or discomfort. The use of such medicines makes constipated people more constipated. Doctor Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets remove the causes of constipa tion, and so relieve biliousness, sick headache, and other ailments resulting from constipated habits. Medical. Doing Their Duty SCORES OF BELLEFONTE READERS ARE LEARNING THE DUTY OF THE KIDNEYS. To filter the blood is the kidneys’ duty. When they fail to do this the kid- neys are weak. Backache and other kidney ills may follow; Help the kidneys do their work. Use Doan’s Kidney Pills—the test- ed kidney remedy. Bellefonte people endorse their worth. Fred Scott, 247 E. Lamb St., Belle- fonte, says: “I have to drive quite a bit over rough roads and the jolting had a bad affect on my kidneys. The trouble started with pains across the small of my back and if I stopped, I could hardly straighten. Doan’s Kidney Pills were recommended to me by friends and I got a box at Green's Pharmacy Co. 1 found re- lief after taking the first few doses. One box made a cure and I have not had the slightest backache since.” Price 50c, at all dealers. Don’t simply ask for a kidney remedy—get Doan’s Kidney Pills—the same that Mr. Scott had. Foster — Milburn Co., Props., Buffalo, N. Y. 60-13-1t — Restaurant. ESTAURANT. Bellefonte now has a First-Class Res- taurant where Meals are Served at All Hours Steaks, Cho Roasts, Oysters on the half shell iy in any style I Sand- wiches, Soups, and anything eatable, can be had in a few ities any tine, In 2d. a complete plant prepared furnish Soft Drinks. in bottles such as POPS, SODAS, SARSAPARILLA, SELTZER SYPHONS, ETC., for pic-nics, families and the public gener- ally all of which are manufactured out of the purest syrups and properly carbonated. C. MOERSCHBACHER, High St., Bellefonte, Pa. Meat Market. Get the Best Meats. You save nothin, by buying poor, thin or gristly meats. oy oy the LARGEST AND FATTEST CATTLE and supply customers with the fresh est, choicest, blood and muscle mak- ing Steaks and Roasts. My prices are no higher than poorer meats are elsewhere. {I alwavs have ~ DRESSED POULTRY — Game in season, and any kinds of good meats you want. TRY MY SHOP, P. L. BEEZER, 34-34-1y. Bellefcnte, Pa 50-32-1y. High Street. et —. —————————— LAL Lh Clo hing. Shoes. Hats and Caps. DETAILS THAT COUNT High Art Suits are high-grade because every step of the production has been carefully super- vised. Every yard of the fab- ric has been tested for wear and durability—has been passed through the London coldwater shrinking process—as have also the linings and tapings. Every seam is - sewed with silk; every point of strain reinforced; every stitch is skillfully taken—every line and curve carries out the high ideals of thoughtful designership. 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