Bemoraic: Walcynas,
Bellefonte, Pa., November 19, 1915.
LOVE THAT LIVES.
[By William Visscher.] :
After dinner, in Arthur Johnson's
Major Tom Bob Hart, bachelor, ex-sol-
dier, and relic of romance; his com-
panion, Arthur Johnson, little more
than half the age of the major.
cigar the major had sat for some min-
utes, “lost to the world”—apparently.
“Major, I'll bet a horse that you are
thinking, this minute, of some prehis- |
toric love affair.
rate!”
“Arthur, boy, you like me, don’t
you?” queried the major, in a voice
full of pathos and touched with solici-
tude.
“Who does not, major, that knows
you?”
“Well, I'm glad of that. You are
just the kind of a friend I like to have.
You are fond of me without having
any very good reason for it.
“In this way you remind me of a
sweetheart I had once—got her yet,
as to that. But her husband and I are
friends.
“Often she and I call each other
‘Honey,” which is a common expres-
sion of friendly affection in the South,
where we both came from.
“Now it may seem funny to you, but
that little woman doesn’t know that I
am homely.”
“Is she blind?” the younger man
promptly and bluntly asked.
“Of course she’s blind. Blind as a
bat, and yet her eyes are as good as
anybody's. She is simply a living ex-
emplification of the’ trite old saying
that love is blind.
“I'll tell you just how it was, and
I'll test your credulity right at the
start. Make you smile, too.
“I was a handsome boy.
“Gee! but you do laugh, don’t you?
And yet I had tried to prepare you for
it. Well, I was handsome. That sweet-
heart of mine and I grew up to love
each other, just naturally, and in fact
we didn’t know it until too late.
“When the war came I went. Be:
fore the storm of patriotism was over.
a great, big man, who was not nearly
80 practically patriotic—or idiotic—as
I was, came along there and told my
sweetheart things that I had not
thought to tell her. Moreover, he was
accumulating gold while I was not
gathering anything more substantial
than glory, but I was fairly windrow-
ing that. It has melted like the snow
forts of boyhood.
“Those who had the direction of her
ways directed her toward him and he
gathered her in. He has her yet.
“After thé storm went down, strange
as it may seem, there was no calm for
me—perhaps there was too much
calm.
“At first I frequently saw my old
sweetheart, then came long spells
when I didn’t see her at all. At last
it dawned upon my opaque heart and
brain that I was in love with that lit
tle woman, and always had been.
Sometimes I thought I would try to
steal her. But I thought better of it.
and she—Heaven bless her!—wouldn’t
have thought of it at all.
“I did the next worst thing, how-
ever. I told her that I loved her, al-
ways had and always would. To my
utter astonishment, dismay, and hap
piness, thereby perplexing me more
than ever, she confessed—that she had
loved me in the old days, and—but
she loves her husband.
“The other day I was telling her that
she was the only woman I had ever
loved and that she was always a
pearl. She said: :
“‘You're a dear old fellow, but you
must not talk that way.’
“‘Oh! That's all right’ I said. ‘I
am old and homely enough to be a
privileged character.’
“She leaned over, her elbows on
the marble between us, hands to her
face, and looked searchingly and in-
quiringly into my eyes. Then as if
deeply bewildered and amazed, she
said:
“‘N-0-0! Are you homely, Honey?
“Yes, indeed, picturesquely homely.
Don’t you see that I am old, and wrin-
kled, and bald, and stooping, and lame,
and querulous, and fidgety, and—’
*“ ‘No,’ she exclaimed, ‘I only see my
zallant boy sweetheart, and his pa-
tient, knightly, hidden soul. I remem-
‘ber the flash of your sword in the sun-
light that morning when, as the boy-
captain that you were, marching with
your men tc the war, you saluted the
+ cheering village girls in passing. The
gleam of that blade has always kept
you and your eyes before me.’
“Say, my son, I have clung to a spar
amid the crawling canyons of the
ocean, until dashed breathless and un-
conscious upon a long stretch of white
beach on an arid island of the seas; I
have faced the fierce siroccc and fore-
most focal fire of battle, time and
again, and felt its fiery breath blow
back the brown locks that then were
mine; inspired by a something whose
achievement might be borne to her, I
, have poured out a stream of impas-
' sioned eloquence before an audience
of heroes and statesmen, until they
climbed to chairs and tables yelling:
‘Old man, you're a king!’ But never—
even in the deepest intensity of any
instant at such times as these have I
had such satisfaction and triumph, or
more of a yearning for more of life,
than when my old sweetheart leaned
over and said, with the light of love in
her eyes and its music in her voice:
“‘N-0-0! Are you homely, Honey? »
—San Francisco Argonaut.
Ah! you sly old pi-
A man with & grouch is his own pun-
ishment.
ONLY ADVERTISING OF VALUE
Must Be Absolute Truth Is the Un-
varying Experience of American
Men of Business.
The only kind of advertising that
has any real value is that based on
the truth, so that when the convention
“smoke-house” the two cronies sat: Of the Associated Advertising Clubs
of the World, in session at Indianap-
olis, reaffirmed “truthful publicity” as
: their slogan they but formulated the
Toward the end of a specially good , World.
unvarying experience of the business
Linwln’s famous remark to
the effect, that “you can fool some of
the people all the time, and all of the
people some of the time, but you can-_
not fool all the people all the time,”
is peculiarly applicable to the publicity
field; the attempt to fool the people by
means of dishonest advertising is cu-
mulative in its retribution and the ad-
vertiser who tries it spells his own
ultimate confusion.
tics prove that the public is quick to
detect the fraudulent variety; faint
earmarks of insincerity and mendac-
ity soon become conspicuous warnings,
and the truthful advertisements bring
results out of all proportion to those
which fail to keep faith with the buy-
er. Even without the laws here and
there aimed at the dishonest practice
of the fake advertiser, the business !
world is learning quickly that the suc-
cess won by the trickster is a transi
This is by no |
means a mere assumption, for statis- |
tory one, while the firm foundations :
are those that are built upon truth |
him,” said Britherby.
and sincerity.—Philadelphia Ledger.
FISH KNOCKS OUT FISHERMAN
Gives Man Black Eye and Breaks Its
Own Nose—Will Be Kept as
Trophy.
It was a starlight night and “Joe”
Rivers’ good launch Yankee lazily slid
through a succession of oiled waves.
Biff! and Skipper Jerry Shively at the
wheel measured his full length of six
feet five upon the deck. Bang! Some- |
thing careened off the spokes of the
wheel and lay fluttering in the scup-
| the bark of a dog.
pers.
“Who did that,” bellowed Jerry as
he arose to his feet and glared down
upon the cowering crew.
“Something from overboard,” timor-
ously replied William Askerson, able
seaman. “Seen it come aboard.”
Yankee settled back to its course,
while the crew began to search and
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The light struck Britherby’s glasses |
at such an angle that they presented
nothing but a flashing blank to Gral
lup. Behind the glasses Britherby’s
eyes at the moment were resting on
the Janeway bungalow across the
streei, but Grailup did not know that
and he stiffened indignantly and
passed his new neighbor with a stu
diously averted gaze.
The next time they met neither took
the least notice of the other. Grallup
remarked to his wife that that fellow
who hzua bought out Korker's equity
evidently was a cut or two above Bib
berly Heights—or thought he was.
Britherby, a day or two later, was
talking to Morfew, whose house is be
tween Grallup’s and the former Korker
place. :
“Who’s your distinguished neighbor
on the north?” he asked. “The nabob
of the place, I presume. I think I
made a mistake in not asking his per-
mission to butt in here. He seems to
resent it.”
“Nonsense!” said Morfew. “That's
Billy Grallup. Nothing of the nabob
about Billy. Great chap, Billy. You'll
like him when you know him.”
“I don’t believe I'd want to know
Morfew meant to ask Grallup what
he had been doing to his face, but for-
got it and so the feeling between
Britherby and Grallup remained and
grew. In course of time they were in-
troduced and acknowledged the intro
duction as coldly as politeness al-
lowed. After that they bowed scru-
pulously when they met.
It was early last fall that the pas-
sive hostility of the two men became
active to the verge of tragedy.
One still, calm aight, somewhere
about twelve o'clock, Grallup was
aroused from an uneasy slumber by
“Confound it!” exclaimed Grallup.
“I wonder whose darned dog that is.
+ I wish I was within good shotgun
range of it—and had the shotgun.”
A quick succession‘of staccato barks
; Seemed to answer his thoughts with
A few turns of the wheel and the
finally came upon the fluttering thing |
in the scuppers.
It was a flying fish, and not a large
one at that. But it had sent a man
who weighed over 250 pounds to the
mat for the full count of ten and had
given him the blackest of eyes in the
bargain.
The flying fish and the black eye
were brought into port here one day
last week by Mr. Shively, who pro-
poses to keep the first and is making
every effort to rid himself of the lat
ter. The flying fish had its nose
broken in the encounter and only lived
a few minutes.—Los Angeles Times.
Sheep. Made Much Trouble.
The exploits of the proverbial bull
in the china shop have been emulated,
if not surpassed, by the raid of a
shecp on the Rugby (Eng.) branch of
Lloyd’s bank. The sheep dashed in
to the rear of the bank premises, with
two drovers in hot pursuit.
entrance to the kitchens, it made a
terrific clatter among the pots and
pans, and then leaped through a win-
Gaining
dow and turned on a water tap. The |
drovers were capsized in the struggle
which ensued, and the sheep bolted
through another door and got into
the main office. A dozen bank clerks, '
aided by rulers, induced the animal tc
return to the kitchen, where it was
eventually cornered, trussed up, and
ignominiously carried away, after hav- i
ing kept the bank staff busy for nearly
two hours.
Roped and Tied.
The men engaged in cutting off the
ends of protruding ties on the ele
vated railway at New York were ex-
plicitly instructed for the sake of in
nocent passers-by on the street be:
low never to allow a piece of tie to
fall to the street without a. rope at
tached to it.
One day, as the end of a tie was |
sawed off, the man on the job threw
the rope, tie and all, into the street.
“Hy, there, what er you doin’?"
yelled an indignant foreman.
“Ye told me not to let anything drop
to the street widout a rope attached,”
rejoined the man in a surly tone.
“Well, ain’t I obeyin’ orders?”
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Refractor for University.
The astronomical observatory of the
University of Michigan at Ann Arbor
hopes ultimately to possess a 24-inch
refractor, thanks to the generosity of
R. P. Lamont of Chicago. This tele
scope was ordered in 1911, and the
latest report of the Jena glassmakers
was that the crown disk had been
made, while a mass of flint glass suffi-
ciently large for the flint disk had
been produced. The completion of the
latter disk would require some months,
even under normal conditions, and the
war will probably cause further delay.
Meanwhile the mounting has made
good progress at the observatory shop.
Good Flour From Old Wheat.
Wheat thirty-four years old has just
been threshed, and it made exception
ally good bread. The wheat was
grown and harvested in 1881 hv a
farmer near Grantham, Lincolnshire.
England, who swore he would not sell
it until it reached a certain price.
That price was still a secret when the
farmer died. The grain was then put
{ on the market. bringing a good price.
defiance. Grallup got up and leaned
out of the window, listened a minute,
closed the window and said something
improper.
“I might have known it,” he contin-
ued, savagely. “He's about the only
man in the suburb who would main-
tain a nuisance like that.”
He tried to ignore the noise, but the
closed window had.only slightly dulled
it and it was too maddeningly irreg-
ular. He bounded cut of bed and into
his slippers, threw a coat over his
shoulders and, stopping only to take a
couple of croquet mallets from a closet
in the hall, hurried out of the house
and ran down the street toward Brith-
erby’s. The barking had stopped, but
he knew where to go.
He was almost at Morfew’s when he
' was aware of a ghostly white-clad fig
ure hastening toward him. The next
moment he was face to face with
Britherby, who was in pajamas and
carrying a baseball bat.
For an instant they glared at each
other in the moonlight. Then Brith-
erby spoke: “So you thought it was
about time to do something, did you?”
he snarled. “I should think it was,
myself. A man who will keep a dog
like that I've got my opinion of, any-
way.”
“What are you talking about?” de.
manded Grallup. “I'm after that in-
fernal dog that’s been barking. his
head off in your yard all night, if you
want to know. Do you mean to say it
isn’t your dog?”
“I never owned a dog in my life,”
said Britherby. “I thought it was
your dog and I was going to take the
liberty of killing him—and you, too, if
you offered any objection.”
“I had much the same idea,” said
Grallup. “But if it isn’t your dog.
whose—"
Furious barking interrupted him. It
came from the rear of Morfew’s house.
“So it’s his dog!” said Britherby.
“Now, what do you think of that!”
“I think as you do,” said Grallup,
grimly. “Morfew’s a good man in
Some respects, but this is an outrage.
[ suppose he’s lying’ there snoring!”
“I'll tell you,” said Britherby, pois-
ing his club. “If youll stand by me
I'll batter his door down and if he
doesn’t get up and kill the beast, we
will.”
“I'll just go you on that proposi-
tion,” said Grallup.
They pounded until Morfew came to
an upper window and asked them what
the dickens they wanted.
“We want you to come down and
do something with that dog of yours,”
said Britherby.
“You've no business keeping a brute
like that around,” supplemented Gral-
lup severely.
“Have you two been drinking or are
you just plain crazy?” asked Morfew.
“Routing a man out of his rest at
this time of night! That's not my
dog, you lunatics. I don’t own a dog.”
He slammed down the window.
The two laughed. Then Britherby
shivered.
“You'd better come back with me,”
suggested Grallup. “I've got some
medicine that’s good for that and you
can wear my overcoat home.” :
“Thanks, old man,” said Britherby.
“Any other time I'll be delighted, but
I guess I'll get back to bed now.”
He held out his hand and Grallup
grasped it cordially.
“Geod night, old chap,” said Gral-
lup. “I'll see you in the morning,
then.”—Chicago Daily News. |
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