Bellefonte, Pa., June 23, 1916. sass a THE ORDER OF THE DAY. [Continued from page 6, Col. 6.] The boy went to his afternoon— lunch, music, riding lesson. He was excitable, impatient, but alive. The music teacher—tired and discontent- ed, poor soul—scolded him. The rid- ing master, catching a glimpse of a new spirit, encouraged it. On the whole, the afternoon marked a crisis. The lessons went on—a week of them, two weeks, three, four. Miss Dupre artfully made Louis, Jack and Duncan her teachers—they and the heroes. She was but a humble mouthpiece and interpreter. There were endless discouragements— storms of anger and rebellion. Yet at the end of the month there was a dis- tinct gain. The boy was alive. Mrs. Grosvenor expressed herself as tepidly satisfied, and the second month began. There were a thousand things to talk over now, for the boy had begun to live in a whole world. French was easy, of course, arithme- tic was not difficult, owing to the ele- mentary nature of it, for evidently the boy’s victories were never to be in the field of pure mathematics; spell- ing proved a mad excitement when fought out as a battle; but casual ref- erences—even the most casual—be- gan to be frought with danger to Miss Dupre. She was forced to study the geography of strange countries—stu- dy the construction of airships (for which she had so little talent that he found her out, and she was forced meekly to bear his scorn,) to study history for dear life—Peru perhaps to-day, Greece to-morrow: for the boy was beginning to browse in the big unused library down-stairs, and his questions were endless. It was all breathlessly exciting. : And then—suddenly—he found his hero. They had talked of the war, among | other things—only a little, however, and very carefully, for he was only eight. But one morning the girl came looking strangely paler than usual, but with a light in her eyes like stars. The boy, sensitive and high-strung, "hers breathlessly. She hazarded— and won. “The Order of the Day.” { It was easy after that. From out | the horror of that flaming hell across | the sea, a hero had reached across and i kindled a child’s tiny torch. She saw |it then; she was to know it tragically | before long. It was easy all the week, and the week after. One day of wavering end- ed in passionate repentance. The he- ro had put his mantle upon him—the boy was his own. They were wonder- ful weeks, those two. It was the second day of the third week that Jenness, opening the door, told the girl that Mrs. Grosvenor wished to see her. The girl went with swift steps to the rose-and-silver bou- doir. She must have noticed—Mrs. Grosvenor; she had such wonderful things to tell her! She stood at the door, eager, shining-eyed, waiting for i Mrs. Grosvenor to look up from her desk. She waited several minutes, and a vague perplexity shadowed the shin- ing eyes and set her heart beating; it was foolishness, of course—it was just rich people’s way. Then at last Mrs. Grosvenor looked up. “I understand, Miss Dupre, that you have been putting notions in Her- bert’s head. He told his father some- thing about them, and both Mr. Gros- venor and I are greatly displeased. We do not think such ideas suitable at all. Under the circumstances, I think we must cancel your engagement. I am paying you, of course, for the full time.” The girl accepted the envelope me- chanically. She must have accepted in any event—she had no right not to; but in the stunning shock of it she did not think of the money at all—she thought only of the little solitary fig- ure upstairs. “May I—tell him good-by?” she faltered. “If you will be very brief. I will send Felice to call you. The girl went out quietly; but in the upper hall she almost ran. The play-room door was open, and the tears came to her eyes at the sight of it. But she could not fail him now. She reached forward and pulled it to; then she knocked. There was no an- swer. She knocked again, and still again. Then at last came a small shaken voice. felt the strangeness at once. “What’s the matter?” he demanded | instantly. : i She looked at him with that shin- | ing, far-away look. “Tt isn’t a matter,” she answered. “It’s the bravest thing I ever heard of. The boys could talk of nothing else last night. They have made a new order of unknown heroes.” And then she told him. It was in all the papers: the story of how a regiment of French Zouaves, pressing ahead too far, was surrounded and over- whelmed; of how the enemy, stripping the dead of their uniforms and dis- guising themselves in them, took the few survivors with them, and crept toward the French line; of how the French, seeing the missing regiment straggling back, were suddenly start- led by an agonizing cry from its midst: “For God’s -sake, comrades, fire!” A sheet of flame flashed out, and the trench was saved. “The story,” the girl ended, her voice breaking with the magnificence | of it, “was read in the Order of the Day the next morning to every sol- dier in the” French army. No one knows his name—the hero who saved his comrades—but he is living, fight- ing, in a million lives to-day. No great general is doing more for his country than he. He will live in all the world. Look at our three boys— they will never forget. If anything tempts them to be cowardly ever, they will hear that unknown Frenchman’s voice—"’ : The boy’s face was dead white and his eyes blazing; his slender, nervous hands were clenched fiercely. ? “I won't ever forget,” he cried, “not ever—not ever!” And then sud- denly he broke down, sobbing passion- ately. ; She quieted him after a little, and they talked a long, long time. They talked about all the discipline it would need to make one sure of being a he- ro if the time came. It meant lessons and uninteresting things, and obeying without question. ; “Maybe it will be easier,” he said, “if I salute before I say my lessons. You’re only a girl, but we can play you’re a general just for that, and I'm seeing if I can repeat my orders. Can we?” It was a great idea—an idea to be carried home to Louis and Jack and Duncan. They began at once. The boy stood very straight and saluted; then he recited his history. He had a brief word of commendation (it was understood that such events would be rare—generals seldom commend, be- cause soldiers are expected to do their duty,) and then took his orders con- cerning arithmatic. When she left at one o’clock, he stood at salute. Miss Dupre had many things to do that day, as it happened. There was some special event on hand with Lou- is, Jack, and Duncan, involving gin- gerbread—three pans of it; for the shabby living-room was overrun by boys that night. After it was all over, and the noisy crowd had poured down the steps, and the boys left be- hind had been sent up to quarters, and the dishes were washed, and the floor swept (because there wouldn’t be time in the morning,) and the lights put out, Miss Dupre was sufficiently tired to tumble into bed at once. But she didn’t. She sat a long time, thinking about a lonely little fellow in a great silent, indifferent house up in the ave- nue. Would he hold to it, really? Tired as she was, the girl’s heart beat quickly at the memory of the slender figure standing at salute. The next morning, when she reach- ed the house, it appeared that there were some new developments. Jen- ness opened the front door as usual, but at the play-room she was halted. “Friend or foe?” challenged a boy’s excited voice from within. “Friend,” she declared. “Advance, friend, and give the countersign.” The door was open now, justa crack, and dark eyes were searching “Who is there? friend or foe?” “Friend.” “Advance, friend, and give the coun- tersign.” “The Order of the Day.” And the door was opened. He had sobbed nearly all night. His face was white and there were dark circles under his eyes. With a cry of pity, the girl gathered him up close, as she had done to her boys in their little-boy tragedies. He clung to her passionately, but not crying now. In a moment she began to talk—there was so much to put into ten minutes. She told him of the great army to which all brave souls the world over belong—the army of those who care more for honor than for life. She told him of the fights that must come, and how one must never give up, no mat- ter what happened. She promised ‘that all of them—Louis, Jack, and Duncan—should count him in and call his name in their roll-call; that she would think of him always and be sure that he was “being brave.” It seemed only seconds before they heard Felice’s footsteps on the stairs. She loosed her arms and put him down. “You will never forget?” she cried. “Never 7” “Never,” he promised, with quiver- ing lips. “Salute, comrade.” He obeyed instantly. “The Order of the Day.” “The Order of the Day.” As Miss Dupre passed out of the great doors, Mrs. Grosvenor was tel- ephoning impatiently: “Oh, utterly impossible! Such ideas she put into the child’s head—I don’t know how long it will take to get rid of them. This governess business is so tiresome. Yes, if you hear of any, please. You will save my life.” Upstairs, the boy stood at the win- dow, watching a little brown figure down the avenue. He was standing at salute. He stood so till she disap- peared.—By Mabel Nelson Thurston. The Philadelphia Record. The average man has less than an hour to devote to newspaper reading on week-days. The daily issue of the “Philadelphia Record” therefore gives him the news in concise and attractive form, so arranged that he can grasp the essentials of the day’s history of the world without a moment’s loss of time and find any particular item un- der its appropriate classification, just where he is accustomed to look for it. Sunday; however, is a day of leisure. The Sunday newspaper reader has time for mental recreation, and de- mands it. The Sunday issue of the “Philadelphia Record” gives it to him, copiously, and yet with the dis- crimination that marks the difference between first-class and indifferent Sunday reading. The “Sunday Record” has just add- ed to its already abundant informa- tive and entertaining features a new eight-page story section which is bound to appeal strongly to popular interest. This section, devoted whol- ly to the presentation of high-grade fiction, contains serials and short sto- ries by writers of established reputa- tion whose works are in great demand when published in book form. Their contributions to the story section of the “Sunday Record” are a valuable addition to the current fiction of the day, and are certain to be appreciated in every home to which that newspa- per will carry them. The addition of its new story sec- tion makes the “Philadelphia Rec- ord” a complete Sunday newspaper. Reason for Admiration. “You seem to have a certain admi- ration for the man who cheated you and got out of town.” “Yes,” replied Three-Finger Sam, “I have. The fact that he could put it over on me convinces me that he was somebody uncommon smart.”’— Washington Star. Pennsylvania Turkey Crop Disappear- ing. The turkey crop of Pennsylvania seems to be slowly disappearing. At the risk of being severely criticized W. Theo. Wittman, poultry adviser of the Pennsylvania Department of Ag- riculture, in a recent interview stated ! things as hard-boiled eggs, black pep- per, corn-meal, and cold water, and survive, but that for the average poult as we now have it, such things are merely slow poison and end in death. A betteir feed is wholesome, stale bread and sweet milk, crumbly cottage cheese and small quantities of ordina- ry good commercial chick feed and A Problem Solver as his belief that the reason for this ' free range. Of late years some grow- was that the farmers and growers er'S: after trying everything and fail- generally were to blame, and that it [iDg; have in desperation tried feeding was not due to black-head or any oth- ' nothing at all to poults and have had er old or new disease. Mr. Wittman remarkable success. It is suggested points out the fact that the wild tur- that others try this, especially those For Men key, the direct and close-by progeni- | tor of our domestic turkey, was and is a native of this State and that tur- keys should do well, and would do’ well here if handled properly. i The notion that turkeys need hous- ing and heavy feeding is the biggest mistake. Any that are so deteriorat- ed as to need this, or cannot do with- out it, should die and the quicker the’ better. If the breeding stock is fat and fed heavily, or does not sleep out- who year after year by underfeeding lose all or nearly all their young tur- keys. They cannot possibly have any worse results by trying the method of not feeding at all, but merely giving the old turkey hen and her brood free range. Under this method, at least where the range is favorable, they usually all live instead of usually all dying, and it enormously simplifies the growing of turkeys. Probably, when all is said and done, turkeys will not live now-a-days because they doors and get i 0073 and gel Most of ils feud Dy have simply been pampered to death. ranging when laying, most of the lit- tle poults are sure to die. Nothing! that can be done will save them. Bad Luck. Not a few turkey stocks are tuber- “What makes you think your hus- cular, the direct result of housing and band is coming back, Mandy? Have feeding. : i you heard from him?” : Mr. Wittman further believes that _ .NO'M, but jes’ knows somethin’s until our turkeys have at least some SWine to happen. Ah broke a mirror of their old time vigor and ability to 4iS mawin!”—Browning’s Magazine. live, no eggs should be incubated in a T machine or under a chicken hen, but | Papa Excepted. only under turkey hens and that only, Bella—Don’t worry about Jack, turkey hens should be used as rearers. dear! All the world loves a lover! Further that strong, vigorous turkey Stella—Yes. 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