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Bellefonte, Pa., February 7, 1930.
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THE KICKERS
All organizations of whatever name,
‘No matter how small or how large,
Have some persons in them who never
can “gee”
With the fellows who have things in
charge.
It has always been thus in lodge, church
and State;
The fellows who do all the work,
Are criticised daily by those who should
help,
But instead they do nothing but shirk.
The children of Israel with Moses found
fault,
Got peevish, then gave him the laugh;
And while he was trying to lead them
aright,
They worshipped a great golden calf.
There are golden-calf worshippers living
today;
Some of them unite with the lodge;
They are in the “receiving line’ all of
the time,
But their duties to others they dodge.
You ask these same kickers what's wrong
with the lodge :
Whose praises they formerly sang;
They'll tell you the lodge is all ‘‘going to
sticks”
Because it is run by a ‘‘gang.”
In most of the instances we have observed
That the ‘‘gang’s’”’ never known to refuse
To bring in new members and visit the
sick,
And make the collection of dues.
If this bunch of objectors should reach
Heaven's gates,
‘While with music of angels it rang,
“They would probably leave, with dissat-
isfied grunt,
And claim it was run by a ‘‘gang.”
—Edgar W. Ellis
BLIZZARD HOUNDS
The town of Lockport, in the
Berkshire Hills of New England, was
in a state of turmoil, of wild excite-
ment. Snow had begun to fall about
nine o'clock in the evening of the
third of March—though this was not
the primary cause of the excitement
—and had continued all that night
and the next day, until by the morn-
ing of the fifth the streets and yards
of the town were hidden under a
white blanket some three feet thick
The wiseacres shook their heads
and declared that it couldn't last
much longer; it was too late in the
season for a very heavy snow-fall.
But despite these assurances the
snow kept on coming down, soft and
silent, burying roads, changing the
outlines of buildings, covering every-
thing with its smothering weight,
On the morning of the sixth, the
towns-people looked out from their
windows to find that the storm, far
from abating had taken on a new
lease with the rising of the wind, and
now the snow, no longer falling
gently was driving in mad slants be-
fore a howling gale from the north-
west, a gale that swept open spaces
bare, piling the snow in huge drifts
fifteen and twenty feet deep against
fence or tree or building. It seem-
ed, too, that the wind had knocked |
the bottoms from the thermometers,
for the temperature
dropped almost forty degrees,
now stood at twenty below.
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Even to the hardy New England- |
ers, accustomed to severe winters,
this was terrible weather; no trains
could come in, the milkmen were un. When the
and there him.
able to go their rounds,
was much discomfort and some ac-
tual suffering.
All this, however, could very well man
have been borne—it was no worse | the town may go.
than the town had often experienced to get together some
before—but early Friday morning—
March sixth—a fire broke out on the
northern edge of town.
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A house- | would be a
much salvage as well as for consid- |
erable checking of the flames. About
three in the afternoon it began to
be seen that the conflagration was
being held, fully a third of the town
was gone, but a fire-break was laid
between the sound part and the por-
tion which was still burning,
water in quantity was beng :
on the flames; snow, also, was shov-
eled on the ruins that formed the
fire-break,
The storm showed no signs of de-
creasing however, and the workers
were nearing exhaustion. Still, the
need for hurried, insistent effort was
passing, and those in charge felt
more hopeful though it was even
yet imperative to keep everyone at
the task; and slackening now might
easily mean a renewed outbreak of
the fire which would sweep away the
entire town. :
While matters were in this state
Joe Cullen, second in command of
the Eagle Patrol dashed up to his
leader, Bob Carter, Joe was evi-
dently in a highly excited condition,
so much so that he could hardly
speak clearly.
“Bob” he exclaimed, “there's a
train stalled over in Newlin’s Cut,
over by West Martinville, this morn-
ing’s train it is—you know it hasn’t
come through yet—over in Newln’s
Cut—you know where it is—over by
West Martinville—it’s stalled there
in the snow—"
“Hold on, Joe,” interrupted Bob.
“Take a deep breath and count ten,
then say it. If you can’t say it
whistle it. You're all wrought up
in what you humorously call your
mind. Now, then!”
Cullen, thus adjured, got hold of
himself and went on with careful
restraint,
“A man just came in, looking for
help. He's from the stalled train.
A woman on board has been taken
sick. There's a doctor there who
says it’s appendicitis. He says she
must be got to the hospital at once.
She must be operated on immediate-
ly if her life is to be saved. This
man is her father. Hs wants some-
one to go over and get her, He wants
to get somebody to take a sledge
and take her to the hosptal. There
hang you, is that clear enough?”
“Clear as mud; covers the ground,
anyway. Where is he? Can I talk
to him?”
“Sure. He’s over at the drug
store, Come on.”
Together the boys went to inter-
view the man in question, who prov-
ed to be from Ewanville, twenty
miles south of Lockport. He and
his daughter had been visiting in
Martinville, and feeling this illness
coming on—though far from sus-
pecting what it was—the girl had
attempted to get home. The heavy
snow, drifting into the railroad cut
had stalled the train, delaying it
now some six hours with no pros-
pect of its moving for several days.
The girl's sufferings had rapidly
grown more acute and her father,
after a futile effort at telephoning
—the wires were down—had made
his way over to town in search of
aid, His evident anxiety and his ex-
haustion were pathetic in the ex-
treme, and Bob found his sympa-
thies roused; he resolved to do what
he could,
“It's no use trying to take a
car,” he reflected aloud. “No ma-
chine could buck the drifts between
here and there, Neither could a
horse, for. that matter; it's a case
Well, let
see—I'll talk to Mr. Sawyer;
he’s one of the selectmen, and he's
in charge here. Maybe he can pick
out some men to go.”
But Mr. Sawyer shook his head
matter was detailed to
“I'm sorry, Carter,” he said, “but
Ican't spare a single soul; every
is needed, we daren’t let up or
If you want
of your fel-
lows and have a try atitwe won't
hold you, but I'd advise against it. It
terrible trip, and I
holder, trying to keep warm, had : would advise against it very strong-
‘forced his
flue had set fire to
woodwork, and before anything could
be done the house was doomed.
The fire department
promptly, but found that the mains
furnace too hard, a hot | ly. Ask your
neighboring , father, too.
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were frozen andthe little water they |
could pump from nearby wells was
useless against a conflagration fan-
ned by a terrific wind. Word was
quickly passed around
able-bodied man in town turned out
scoutmaster; your
“I know what Dad'll say, fast
enough,” was the boy’s reply. “He'll
care of myself—I think Mr.
Rennie’ll say the same. How about |
a doctor? Can you spare one to
go along? It’s terrible to think of
that poor woman over there suffer-
and every ing, maybe dying, for want of help!”
Mr, Sawyer put his hand kindly
to help, some rescuing furniture and on Bob's shoulder.
movables from threatened
others
other
homes,
through the snow and buildng bon- the town,
fires to thaw out the frozen mains, who are
still others dynamiting houses in the | There have been five men and two one or another would
prevent the | womn killed today, and others
path of the flames to
“It is hard,” he said, gently. “It
and there are people here
suffering and dying too. '
in-
‘long before we get there,
and lantern would blow out in this wind,
“Dalton, get your toboggan; that's
better than a sled for this soft snow.
Lindley, you go down to the store
the ‘largest size, and a couple of
dozen” extra batteries; it'll be dark
and a
‘and get half a dozen squirt-lamps,
Take Dalton with you, and bring
about a hundred feet of quarter-
inch Manila too, Joe, you
and Rennie and Sullivan scatter
and get half a dozen heavy blankets
and a couple of quarts hot coffee,
with plenty of sugar and milk init;
put it in thermos bottles— the cof-
fee, not the blankets. Bring sand-
wiches, too. Snow-shoes, beit axes,
cord, compasses, whistles. knives
for all of us. Joe you go up to our
house and get my outfit, will you?
Meet at the corner of Main street
and the railroad as soon as you can.
Wear, your heaviest sweaters, Scoot!”
Bob himself hunted up Dr. Law-
ton and asked advice.
“There isn’t much you can do,”
said the married physician. “Get
her to the hospital as quickly as you
can, that’s all. Keep her warm; use
hot-water bags and blankets. Han-
dle her gently and don’t shake her
up more than is necessary. Take an
ice-bag and keep it filled with snow
and over the region of pain. You can
get hot water from the engine, you
know. Do you know how to handle
a hypodermic syringe?”
“Yes, sir. Learned it for use in
case of snake-bits.”
“Good! Come around to my office
and I'll let you have one, with some
morphine tablets in case the pain is
unendurable, and some strychnine in
case of collapse. But be cautious with
them, though; I'll explain how to
use them as we go. Most likely,
though if there's a doctor on the
train, he has his outfit with him.”
On the way Dr. Lawton gave Bob
full instructions, and a few minutes
later the patrol leader joined his
men as appointed.
“All got permission?” he
and all assented.
“My dad kicked like a steer,” said
Sullivan, “but he gave in when I
said the rest were going.”
“All right,” Bob responded, and
proceeded to check over the sup-
plies, seeing that they were proper-
ly lashed to the toboggan. ‘Dalton
and Rennie, you break .trail; Cullen
and Sullivan you haul the load; Lind-
ley and I'll come along behind, to
spell the trail-breakers. When we
go ahead, Dalton and Rennie’ll drop
and rest, then come on and haul
while Sullivan and Joe get rest. That
way we’ll change off; breaking trail’s
the hardest part of the work. You
two Rennie and Dalton, don’t wait
till you're plump exhausted before
you call a spell; use your brains
about it, Let's go!”
It was five minutes past four when
they pulled out of Lockport, and
they had about nine miles to go, for
Newlin’s Cut is half-way between
Lockport and Martinville but about
a mile from the road, lying off to the
north, since the railroad follows the
contours of the mountain in order to
maintain a possible grade; Martin-
ville is nearly seventeen hundred
feet higher than Lockport. Now nine
miles is no great ‘distance on a
asked,
Smooth road and a pleasant sum-
mer day, but with snow drifted un-
der foot, with the early night com-
ing on, and with a savage blizzard
tugging and tearing at one, to say
nothing of the bitter cold—well it
then becomes a far different matter.
And the driving snow, fine, pow-
dery, almost like sand, cut and stung
like red-hot needles against their
faces. Fortunately, they were trav-
eling east, so the worst of the storm
was at their backs but there were
.many places where the wind, swirling
and eddying about some obstruction,
a row of trees, a barn, or the like met
the travelers full on thrusting them
back, checking them ‘like a torrent.
Time and again they brought up
sharply, turning their backs to the
gale, gasping for breath, only to
swing about once more and press on,
dragging the loaded toboggan, push-
ing ever on into the dark and the
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Doggedly the scouts plugged ahead,
finding the road swept bare in
turned out say go ahead; he knows I cantake places, so that they could move at
a trot, then to a stretch
where it was*drifted deep and every
snowshoes sinking into the dry and
powdery fluff under foot, Several
times they got off the road, for it
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step called for a definite effort, their
was dark and the driving snow veil-
ed the trees which for the most part
lined the track. But by using their
digging frantically is hard. But my responsibilty is to flash-lights they got back again and
pushed on, changing about as occa-
sion demanded. From time to time
Scoop up a
handful of snow and thrust it into
spread of the fire, for it seemed that jured. Over a hundred families are his mouth, allowing it to melt and
the whole town would go, the build- | homeless
and must be cared for.
run down his throat, but no stops
chance sapling or bush while they
tugged and hauled at the rope ‘of,
the toboggan with the other, plough-
ing through the fluiry, powdery snow
that loaded and weighted down their
snow-shoes,. they made their way
inch by inch up the slope. Once
when they halted to rest and catch
their breath Lindley puffed; “Bob, I
think you're a dodgasted grump! It
would have been heaps easier to go
‘round by the road!”
“And hours longer!” flashed back
the retost. “What was that gag 1
heard a lawyer spring, one time?
Oh, yes! ‘Time is the essence of the
contract.” Well so it is here, You
rested enough? Then come on!”c
And so, exhorting, -cajoling—and
at times abusing—Bob got his scouts
up the steep slope. Topping a little
rise, they looked down and saw some
fifty yards ahead of them the long
row of lighted windows that mark-
ed the stalled train. Up front, in
the glare of the headlight, fifteen or
twenty men were standing around in
a hopeless, dispirited-lookng group,
discussing the chances of escape, and
the scouts, slipping, sliding, down the
little hill made their way thither,
Bob finding tne conductor and ex-
plaining to him their errand.
That official promptly led them
back into one of the coaches, where
a young woman of about twenty-five
lay on a bed improvised of seat-cush-
ions. She was evidently in great
pain, and as soon as Bob was intro-
duced to the doctor, a grave and el-
derly man the boy asked diffidently;
“Can’t anything be done to relieve
her? Excuse me, doctor........ I don’t
want you to think I'm trying to tell
you your business, but......... well, Dr,
Lawton gave me a hypodermic
syringe.......... and he suggested mor-
phine........ so I kind o’ thought........ »
Dr. Preston held out his hand.
“Morphine! I should say so! Let’s
have the syringe. That is, unless
you prefer to use it yourself. I have
absolutely nothing here.”
“No, no!” Bob disclaimed, “I'd
rather you'd do it........ I wonder if he
is guying me?” he thought. ‘Me do
it when there’s a doctor around!”
But he handed over the outfit and
was amazed at the immediacy of the
relief afforded by the drug; it seem-
ed only a few seconds after the ad-
ministration that the expression of
suffering on the woman's face was
replaced by one of comfort; the
tense muscles relaxed and a smile
crept over her lips.
“Golly!” exclaimed the boy. “I
had no idea it would work like that!”
“Morphine is at once one of the
greatest blessings and the most ter-
rible curse among drugs,’ replied Dr.
Preston. ‘Properly used, it is a
Heaven-sent mercy; improperly—
well, it might have originated in the
other place, Now, about this girl.
You think you can get her over to
the hospital ?”
“I think so,” was the reply. “Any-
how, we can try; that’s what we
came for, you know.”
Dr. Preston had drawn Bob out
of earshot of the patient the other
scouts joined them.
“Well,” went on the physician, “I
am extremely doubtful of her stand-
ing the trip. Frankly she’s in a
very serious condition, and the shock
of the journey may easly be too
much for her.
there is no prospect of relief if she
stays here, and unless she is operated
on within a very short time there's
little chance for her,
“I have heard of a bad appendix
case recovering without an opera-
tion—in fact, I knew the man—but
not one in ten million would; that
is, an advanced case, such as this is.
But a man has gone over to Mar-
tinville for help, it might be better
to wait for someone to come from
there. It’s rather a question, I don’t
want to hurt your feelings, but,
frankly, I am a little dubious—not of
your good-will, in the least, but of
your ability. You seem—pardon me
—a bit young for such a task. What
do you think; how do you feel about
it?”
“We can get her through if any-
one can,” answered Bob, sturdily.
It’s a case of hauling, anyway, for
no car or horse could get through
either way to-night,
did your man start for Martinville ?”
“About three hours.” .
“Well, then—"
“Look here, Bob,” broke in Joe
Cullen, “you know the railroad
makes a big loop around the end of
the mountain, to get into Martin-
ville. Why don’t we go on up the
slips—it’s only about as far as we've
climbed already—and hit the Furnace |
Company’s charcoal road that oozles
'and zig-zags along the ridge? That
‘way we'd cut off about four miles
ings being almost exclusively of | And the dangeris still great. Don’t were made until about seven o'clock, !
wood, and set close enough for such you see, Bob, it’s a question of ‘the when Bob halted and called the oth-
a wind to carry sparks and embers greatest number’? I
even, in’ anyone.
readily across the yards;
some cases, for the direct heat to
spread the fire.
It is no exaggeration to say that a crushed foot—he was caught by a |
the town was in a turmoil; excited falling beam-—and that leaves
men ran back and forth onvarious Dr. Lawtor to care for the others.
or labored strenuously to I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we can’t
avert the deadly peril; women, hero- | do anything for her unless you can
women are in such a crisis, | take three
errant's
ic as
made hot coffee and sandwiches and | over,
carried them to the workers, heart- sider |
their men | risking your lives with a very, very
ening and encouraging
with brave words that belied their
own terror. Aganst the gray of ov-
ercast sky and driving snow the
flames glowed red and even by day,
the roar of the fire and the howling
and shrieking of the gale were
punctuated at times by the dull
booming explosions of the dynamite;
and even, in intervals when the wind
died down for a moment, one could
hear the splintering crash of falling
buildings gutted by the flames or
torn to pieces by axe and rope. It
was an awful, a terrible day, a day
never to be forgotten by any who
lived through it, as some did not;
more than one house was turned in-
to an emergency hospital for men
who had been burned or trapped by
crumbling walls, and more than one
life flickéred out, a sacrifice to the
twin destroyers of fire and storm.
The scouts were of course out in
full strength, working under direc-
tion of their scoutmaster and patrol
leaders, nor was their assistance of
any slight value; they labored like
beavers, and were responsible for
can't spare
“One of our doctors is out of
town; Dr. Ransom is laid up with |
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or four scouts and go
con-
And as I say, I would
be
that foolhardy; you'd
slim chance »f doing any good. I've
lived in Lockport Vallley for fifty-
five years, and this is by far the
worst blizzard I've ever seen.”
“I don’t care for the risk; Tve
taken chances before—well, if you |
don’t need me here I'll have a try
at it. I ‘can’t stand thinking of
that poor woman; the folks here
have help, but she's—"
“Speak to Mr. Rennie and your
father before you go.” And Mr,
Sawyer hurried off
Bob hunted up his father and told
him the story, and John Carter, af-
ter a moment’s thought thrust out
his hand, saying:
“Goodbye. Take care of yourself.”
They shook hands and Bob turned
away, saying to himself with pride.
“Cee, that’s the kind of a dadto
have!”
Mr. Reenie, appealed to, gave his go
consent after some persuasion, and
Bob rounded up Cullen, Lindley,
Dalton, Sullivan, and Rennie—son of
the scoutmaster—all huskies lke
himself, and gave his orders,
ers to him.
“Here's Allen’s farm,” he shouted,
pitching his voice above the roar of
the wind’ and his companions noted
a glow of yellow light from a win-
dow. “If we follow up his lane it'll
take us to the foot of the mountain,
and from there on we climb. Take
time for a shot of coffee all around;
the toughest part of the job’s ahead
of us.”
While Lindley was getting out a |
thermos bottle and passing the cof-
fee, Bob considered. Should he go
straight up the side of the mountain
a stiff climb of six hundred feet
through second-growth timber,
should he turn from Allen’s lane
into a cross- road that skirted the
foot of the mountain rising gradual-
ly to meet the railroad then follow
along the tracks to the train? The
latter course would be easier going,
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from what we’d have to travel if we
went by the main road; we're a
mile off the main road now, you
know.”
“You said something, Joe!” the
leader exclaimed. “But it'd be a
tough trip,” he added doubtfuly.
“Well, we didn’t come out thinking
we were going to a party, did we?
Tl say it hasn't been all pie and
peanuts so far!”
“All right; we’lldo that! Get the
boys to the steps of he car, shake
out the blankets and load up the hot-
water bags. Go talk to the engi-
neer, about it; he’ll fix you up.
think it’s the best way, Doctor.”
“Well, if you feel confident of
your ability to make it... do you
want any help? I can get you any
number of volunteers from the men
on board.”
Bob shook his head.
«We'll do better, just ourselves,
he answered. “You see, we know
this country and can pick our way
where others would get lost. And
then we're more or less used to this
sort of stuff... I don’t mean haul-
but much longer, and he believed he ing women around in blizzards, but
could save time by going straight
sa oh, well, outdoor stuff... .you
up. And as he drank his coffee he know!”
explained his decision.
“It'll mean we'll all have to tail
onto the rope,” he said. “This hill's
seven degrees steeper than straight-
up-and-down. And don’t any of you
guys lose your footing, either,
you may not fetch up till you hit
bottom, And we haven't time to go
back and pick you up. Ready? Let's
1”
And let no one think
#t was a joke that trip up the
mountain-side! Slippng, stumbling,
falling, catching themselves, at times
clinging with one hand to some
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The physician nodded, and Bob
went on. .
“And then amother thing—I hate
to say it, ’cause it sounds as if we
were stuck on ourselves, but we're
or less in training, you
know. I'm sure ther’d be plenty of
men glad og the chance to go, but
well. T sort o’ think we'd make out
better just ourselves, or anything
like that. but—”
“T understand. I've no doubt you're
right. at that. T'd like to go, myself
and fiftv vears ago vou wouldn't
have gotaway without me, but it
. my age.
On the other hand,’
How long ago’
would be folly to attempt it now, at
There are some things that
require youth to accomplish. Well,
better. get started.” =
The patient was. wrapped in blank-
ets and carried out to the waiting
toboggan by several of the men on
the train and lashed in position as
comfortably as possible, and the
scouts, warmed and stimulated by
hot coffee and food, tailed onto the
rope, scrambled out of the cut, and
set off on their terrible journey.
Lindley, glancing back, was amaz-
ed at the suddenness with which the
lighted train was blotted from view;
one minute it stood out clear and
distinct the window-sills level with
the surface of the snow, the glowing
panes of glass white-plastered from
the drift; the next it was utterly
gone, and they were alone in a whirl-
ing, spinning, howling world of
gloom, the dark pierced only by the
feeble rays of the flash-lights, which
showed faintly yellow amid the driv-
ing flakes,
The journey up the mountain was
more dreadful than anything that
had gone before, for it seemed as
though the elements put forth their
utmost power to hamper and hold
back the little band, The wind from
the upper reaches of the air swoop-
ed down, blasting, shrieking and
howling in wild and frantic mirth or
again rising and failing like the
wailing of lost souls in torment.
The icy snow, driven by the furious
gale, seared and cut and stung as
if it were sandpaper on raw
flesh, till the boys winced and cow-
ered away from it, protecting them-
selves as best they might from its
bitter touch.
Time and again they were forced
to halt and wait for a blast, more
desperate than usual, to blow itself
out before they could win onward;
time and again they lost their foot-
ing and floundered wildly in the drift-
‘ed snow, But still they pressed on,
caught the breath from their nos-
trils, turning their heads to breathe
in the shelter of an arm, but always
struggling ahead, foot by foot and
inch by inch,
Again and again the others won-
dered how Bob could find his way,
how he could pick out landmarks
that could not be seen at three yards
distance, when all the world was hid-
den, blotted out by the white veil that
wrapped them around, But by some
occult power he kept his direction
avoided ravines that would have
meant disaster. Afterward when Cul-
len questioned him as to this, Bob
could give no answer.
“I just sensed it, I guess,” was his
best explanation, In all likelihood it
was his unconscious memory of of-
ten-traveled country that took com-
mand of his steps.
But avoid obstructions, he did, and
with heart-breaking slowness the
sx boys dragged their load up the
steep slope, till at length, reaching
the crest, they struck into the old
woods road. Here it was not so
bad; a thick growth of brush had
sprung up beside the cleared stretch,
and this, together with the trees, af-
forded some protection, a protection
which was lacking lower down
where the growth was practically all
scattered saplings.
Still, the going was heavy enough
even here, and the boys felt their
young strength leaving them as they
floundered along over drifts that
were in some cases fifteen feet or
more in height, Above, high over
their heads, the wind still howled
and shrieked through the bare
branches, but at least they were
spared its biting breath, a mercy for
which they were thankful.
But toward the end, the journey
became a nightmare of exhaustion,
of utter weariness that craved only
to lie down and sleep, to rest even
if it were the last, long rest of all.
Bob only seemed driven by some in-
ner fire, some consuming blaze that '
kept up his spirit and urged him
on; something of this he managed to
‘impart to the others, though Dal-
ton found himself struggling ahead
only by force of keeping his vision
to the next single stride.
“One more step and then I lie
‘over and over,and then as he took
the one—*‘‘One more!”
| So in the end, weary beyond the
power of words to tell, cold, ex-
hausted, barely dragging themselves
along to the accompaniment of a
faint moaning from the tortured
form on the toboggan, they came
to Martinville, lurched and stagger-
led through the deserted, wind-swept
streets, occasional gleams of light
ifrom the houses guiding them and
so reached the hospital. Here the
‘others dropped on the steps, but
Bob, his face a ghastly mark of
| wind-seared flesh held himself up-
[right long enough to rouse an at-
tendant and give his message, long
enough to see his patient in the
(hands of those who would care for
| her, then he too relaxed slumped in
'a chair, and was instantly asleep.
| Long ages after, Bob Carter awoke
'to find himself stretched in a warm
{and comfortable bed, a uniformed
nurse bending over. him, He ached
| from head to foot, his face burned
!and smarted, and a vast sense of
' half .awake even yet.
“Drink this,” said the nurse, prop-
ping him up with a strong arm be-
hind his shoulders and he obeyed. A
trifle stronger, he asked;
“How about her? Did we get her
{here in time?” !
| “Yes” replied the nurse, smiling,
| “she'll live. They operated shortly
‘after you got here. You've slept
twenty-four hours, you know. It was
touch and go, though; another six
hours would have been too late. It
was ' a magnificent thing you did;
you saved her life, beyond question.
| Magnificent!”
“The boys all right?”
not interested in praise.
“Fine! One of them—I
name's Dalton—"
“Yes!”
“He lost a toe. Frozen. Aside
from that, though, everything's per-
fectly all right.”
“That's good!” said Bob, and lying
down again he fell asleep once more,
From the Reformatory Record.
1
Bob was
think his
for the Watchman,
down!” he kept saying to himself
| lassitude enveloped him; he was only .
|
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FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
_.. POOR WOMAN
“Mamma, if I get married when I grow
up, will I have a husband: like papa?’
“Why, yes, dear, if you get married
you'll Save a husband liks. a
“If I don’t get married, will I 1
maid like Aut Nellie?” be an oid
“Yes, dear, you would be an old maid,”
answered the mother. 9
“Well, no matter which way we go, it's
2 pretty tough world for ie ain't
_ —The hat materials are of course
influenced by the new silhouette.
Straw is very important, but has by
5 means Subsréeied felt, and fab-
CS are pro a great vogue,
Combinations of ire are a fea-
ture of many of the smartest hats.
_ Panamalaque is of course the most
important innovation of the milli-
nery season and has introduced a
fashion for high lacquered supple
straws, such as picot luciole, neora
and Porte Bonheur—straws that may
be draped and pleated without crack.
ing. Baku, both in the fine baku
soie and the coarse linen weaves, is
being used for hats for both North
and South, and the silken texture of
ballibuntil is seen in new shapes and
colors. A fine tweed straw of hemp
and visca is shown in the hats with
brims, in bright tweed colorings in-
terwoven with a thread of shiny
black. Frequently they are trim-
med with black cire ribbon. There
is also a coarser, heavier tweed
straw, which reproduces the texture
and coloring of the loosely woven
sports tweeds,
Though patches of snow on the
ground do not deter the Spring hat
from blooming they do have an in-
fluence on the color of the earliest
hats, which are at present apt to be
chosen to harmonize with the Winter
coat. As black hat predominated in
the Winter fashions, so it predom-
inates in the early Spring millinery
goods. The black hat of Spring is
not at all somber, however, Bright
. color enlivens it in the form of
gasping and choking when the wind % je
feather pads or brushes.
Dispatches from Paris speak much
of the success of navy blue, or a new
“brighter navy” and of linen blue.
Greens next to the blues, receive
marked attention in the fashion pre-
dictions; not so much dark greens
of the past season, but light and
bright greens, pale nile light bue
green and yellow green,
Rose reds and yellow reds lend
their cheerful tones to the Spring
millinery. The beiges are represnt-
ed by anew peach beige, and nat-
ural straw has an important place
all its own in the hat fashions.
—There has been an up-heaval in
sport fashions and as a result golf
knickers are out and tennis bloom-
ers are in,
+ Smart golfers and tailors decided
that golf knickers have become far
too popular with men who never had
a golf club in their hands. In their
place have come long golfing trous-
ers, which like the riding breeches
worn by the Prince of Wales are
loose to the knees and thin tight
fitting to the ankles.
The tennis bloomers are white and
replace the flapping trousers, They
are really. knockers, coming just be-
low the knees, and are generally in
white cotton but can be in white or
gray tweed. *
—Wiomen of today are so frank
about “making up” that beauty
specialists are being equally frank in
their treatment of the subject, and
devote as much time to it as dress-
makers and milliners give to their
creations. New fashions in “make-
up” are appearing with the latest
styles in dress. and establish an in-
timacy between the two, Along with
graceful draperies and soft coiffures
are more delicate complexions.
The Dresden china type is more
fashionable today than the bronzed
which the athletic woman indulges
in.
It is generally conceded that the
effect should be that of the natural
complexion and to get this a powder
slightly darker is used, so that one
shall look as she really is rather
than as she perhaps wishes to be—
after all, the natural complexion is
the one that blends with eyes and
hair.
—Lip rouge calls for skill in choos-
ing because of the difference between
individuals in the color of their lips.
Some are naturally yellow-red oth-
ers blue-red, and some of the hap-
pily endowed and very young, rose-
tinted. The lipstick for the morning
is darker than that for the after-
noon, and the brightest tint is used
for evening. The lipstick is of the
same tone as rouge for the cheeks.
—Particular attention is paid to
making up and shadowing the eyes,
which the small hat has more than
usually accentuated. Different types
and colors are brought out after this
fashion: Blue eye-shadow is used
for a fair blonde with blue eyes,
brown for the ash blonde with brown
eyes and blue again for the Celtic
blonde with hazel or gray eyes, For
the Latin with olive skin, dark
hair and dark eyes, black or brown
eye-shadow is used.
This beautifying process is indeed
a luxury and requires much time
and care in cleaning, for which there
are delicious creams and liquids.
The latest is a cleansing milk follow-
ing the ancient fashion of bathing
in milk for beauty. Then an astrin-
gent, foundation cream, rouge and
powder, all faintly scented. Last the
lips and eyes are brought into the
scheme and the complexion is ready
for the dress ensemble.
— Unwrap meat as soon as itis de-
livered and place on a clean plate
in the coldest part of the refrigera-
tor. A piece of parchment paper may
be loosely laid across the top of the
meat but not wrapped around it.
—Learn to know the attachments
of your sewing machine and how to
use them. Keep your tensions ad-
justed to the kind of material you
are using. Use good needles and the
right size for your thread and the
material to be used,
—Flavor a few glasses of your ap-
ple jelly with mint extract and eolor
e
jelly = will be enjoyed with lamb,