' AND DAD ♦ By C. B. BROOKS. John Morley threw down his paper. He sat looking moodily through the half-closed door, just catching a glimpse of the knitters within —■one making a sweater, another a pair of socks, the third a helmet, all fer the boys. He took up his paper and reread the paragraph that told what dad's bit in the war consisted of —the one who stayed at home caring for the younger children, while mother goes to the Red Cross rooms to work, and the money he gave the girls to aid the sufferers of the stricken countries, and after all not ooe show of appreciation or praise does a father get. He was not sup posml to cherish tender memories of his boy as a child and man. "Hm !" grunted Mr. Morley, "doesn't a dad sacrifice his son and feel the loss of companionship? Doesn't he share in the proud possession of a soldier boy?" Now, John Morley was quite a fre quent visitor at the tire station, where his friend, Tim Bourne, chief, was al ways glad to welcome him. This eve ning found Morley at his old retreat. Even there he could not escape an array of sweaters and socks. "How did you learn?" he asked. "My daughter Grace showed us," proudly admitted Bourne. "Looks queer to see men knitting. I've never noticed it so much before — fascinating by the looks," yielded Mor ley. "'Tis," laconically agreed the chief, struggling with a stitch half escaping his clumsy fingers. "She —comes — nearly every—evening," he added, hesitatingly, so engrossed was he in his struggle with the truant stitch. "Coming tonight?" asked Morley, his voice half tremulous from the most as tounding idea working in his brain. "Ye-es," answered Bourne, triune, phantly catching the stitch back on th c i needle. It was with hands trembling wftli pride and fear that Morley took h;s first lesson from pretty, good-natured Grace Bourne. How the man worked and perspired over the arduous task ! "I'm coming again. I won't give it up. I want to make, a sweater for my boy Bill, 'over there,'" Morley cofflifid ed to his young teacher. "Why, I'm making one for Will; so we'll bo/.h be making a William sweat er; how funny!" laughed the girl. "Your brother?" asked Morley, .mis chievously. "N —no —a friend," blushed Grace. "I see," answered her pupil, staring audaciously at the ring sparkling on the young teacher's finger. Late that night his opinion of the young teacher was set forth in glowing terms in a letter to his son., Bill. The letter ended with these words: " and Bill, don't get entan gled in any love affairs over there, for I have found a perfect sample ©f a wife. Nc, you can't have this one, for a sparkling ring tells roe she is mort gaged to another fellow. Remember, I said sample, so she's not for sale. Remember my advice. "YOUR OLD DAD." There came an evening when Dad entered the room a conqueror, witii head held high. He opened a square bundle, majestically, and held aloft a sweater anf Uncle Sam's guardians, a New York Pittsburgh -dispatch states. .More th? n 75 per cent of the im mense volume of munition shipments sent from the United States to Europe; passed through the port of New York, which has been the most important war port in the world. Moreover, it has been the main gateway through which travelers have passed either t known of its existence. This agencj is the customs intelligence bureau, or ganized at the 'beginning of last year by the collector of the port. Up to the time that America entered the great world war persons desiring t<] travel abroad found no trouble in leav ing the United States. But with the opening of the war the customs branch of the government became an agency ot grave importance. And th* work they have accomplished without any question has saved many lives an<] millions -©f dollars. Glacier Climbing in U. S. Thanks to the "See-America-flr«t' movement and 'the difficulties of Euro pean travel due to the war, man; Ameri-caaas are 'finding out that the} can have *ll the thrills of seeing am climbing glaciers without paying th* Swiss iriTitteepePS and guides a stif toll. Right here in the' United State* easily accessible i)ut little known gla ciers show the awe-inspiring crevasse! and wonderful Changing colors tha one who has ever had first-hand ex perience with these slow moving river; of ice can never forget. Among the national parks easily ac cessible by railroad, that furnish th< sport of glacier Climbing, -are Glaciei park and Ttainier national park. I is Alaska, however, that offers the d< luxe glacier sightseeing. r xhis llttU known land not oniy has the largesi glaciers—big enough to make Switzer land's pride look insignificant—bu also the most easiiy accessible. Ii fact, during ihe summer season th< excursion steamers -run right up t< the face of the glaciers that descenc to salt -water, and thread their way ir among the bergs that 4iave broken off One of the sights along the seacoast is that of the iceman hitching his gasoline launch to a -baby berg anc towing it to a convenient place to cut out his supply.—Fred Telford, in iPopu 'Gar Mechanics Magazine, N*me K. Shall the man or the woman whd ten years by the war. Tractor production fras outstripped tht? training of operators. Every farm bov was brought up to manage a horse, bu* this big steel beast must be handled in quite a different way. State tractor schools provide a short cut for turning out tnctor operators, whatever tl*oy are to be caEed. —Christian Science Monitor. Superior Knowledge. A young man was walking through a wood with a gun over his shoulder and his bag full c.f game which he had shot. He was not satisfied with what he had, and was looking for mere, when an excitfrd man with a large tin badge on which was in scribed the one word "Sheriff" came running up to him and demanded: "Haven't you seen the signs which I put up on the trees in this woods?" "Oh, yes, I saw them," answered the young man: "they said 'No Hunting.' but I found some." A New Viewpoint. "Your boy appears to enjoy work '.ng around the place." "Yep," replied Farmer Corntosse!; "the fact that he was willin' to get our an' fight for it lias sort o' woke Josh up + o hov uiueb . - really appreciated | ;us home." | THE TRAMP « By FRANCES BRIDGES. Marjorie Goldwyn, busily baking it - lasses cookies and singing in a lusty voice, did not hear a step on the porch. Her work and solo were interrupted by a slight rap on the door, and on reaching it she was dumfounded to be hold a. tramp. Now, if there was anything or any body Marjorie disliked, It was a tramp, because she was afraid of them. Yet tkis one seemed different; certainly •fee had a two weeks' growth ef beard and his hair needed to be cut, his clothes were in a dreadful condition, and there were almost no shoes. But he had a wonderful smile and dark brown eyes which sparkled with laugh ter. After the first shock she did not know whether to shut and bolt the door or ask him his business. "How do you do?" began the tramp. "Will you give me a piece of bread and a glass of water, please? I haven't had a mouthful since last night, and it is now twelve o'clock. 1 ' Marjorie hesitated a moment and then said: "Ye —s, ; es; but you stay on the porch." "Certainly," he replied, throwing his —tp upon the poi*ch floor and seat ing himself on the op step. £&e carefully lecked the door, not noticing a smile which flitted over her visitor's face, and proceeded to pre pare a rather substantial meal in place of bread and water. While he ate she remained inside the door an J watched. "That tasted mighty good," he said as he finished eating; "and now T will begin to saw the ever-ready woodpile." "There isn't any woodpile, but yoa are perfectly welcome to the lunch." "But I want to pay you in som« way," he persisted. "Can't I feed the chickens or wash dishes or anything?" "No, no," aeswered Marjorie rather sharply and growing perceptibly nervous. "I wish I could," he answered -smil ingly picking up his cap, "but pei'haps 1 will be able to later." • , As soon at he had gone, Marjorie locked all the doors, lowered all the shades and sat huddled up in a corner. About a month after the tramp inci dent, Marjorie went down to the pas ture to get oome violets. She had picked a big branch and started toward home when she saw wriggling through the grass, a huge black rattlesnake. She tried to scream but could stake nc sound; her feet seemed glued to th* ground:; her head began to whirl as th* reptile crawled nearer, and tfoen she fainted. When Marjofcie opened her eyes, hei i father was bending over her. She was ! at home, with a strange young man leaning on the mantel at the other «klc | of the room. '*Oh father," she cried, "I was sc afraid." MOf course you were, dear, but this young man, Mr. Tom Pierce, short thai rattler just in time." "Shot him," queried Marjorie. "Yes," said the young man, "I had : been gunning and was taking a cut through the fields to reach the main road ; and I,noticed you appeared frightened. When I came near enough ! I saw the -snake and shot him as you fainted." Marjorie thanked him, wondering at the same time where she had seen him before. This started a friendship which be' fore fall took on a deeper meaning. began .Tom one night, *1 have two confessions-to make." "Yes," urged Marjorie. "First, 1 love vjou witii all my heart, and have the first day we met; and Marjorie, do--do yoc love me just a Ufctie? fi •"* "Wh.'t's *he matter?" "Don't y know that the best an ci 5 'tes don't r< .ich Washington until " y have traveled all over the coun try ?" —Birmingham Age-Herald. HAS BROKEN ALL TRADITIONS Present King of Slam Only One of Hi» Royal Line to Refuse to Estab lish Harem. It is a curious fact that while wom en of the lower classes in Siam have always enjoyed the greatest freedom, participating and competing with men in the business and pleasures of life, the ladies of the royal household have been kept in the background, appearing at only the most private social gather ings and never at public or official functions. As all former sovereigns had in their harems the cream of the aristocracy of the country, and, as they inevitably felt a hesitant chivalry about exhibiting their "wives" in pub lic, they barred all women of rank from sight. The sovereign is expected to have in his harem a member of every influential family in the country, for it is considered that in no other way could he be ia such close touch with the people of his kingdom. Po lygamy has, therefore, been considered an obligation of royalty. But, curi ously enough, the present reigning monarch is a bachelor, the first and only bachelor who has sat upon the throne of h;'s fathers in twenty-five hundred years. And thereby hangs a tale, for marriage by a Siamese sov ereign has meant rot the simple taking of one wife, or a dozen, or even a mere hundred, but the wholesale adoption of a th< usand or more. The young king's father and his father's father, and each of the long line of kings pre ceding them, lad many wives. His fa ther tad between seven and eight thousand. And, when the young crown prince returned from his long stay ic Europe—he had passed a third of his life there—he was told by his royal ; fatker the t there had been selected for him £. number of court beauties from wlii-eh he could take his choice of a hundred or two for his harem. Bui j the prince would have nothing to dc with this wholesale acquisition of s husband's holdings. "When i marry,' | he declared to his astonished father ! "it will be to one wife and to no mere and sie shall be the one qaeen of mj ! "heart md the one queen of my rea'rn.' I —Fro n "The Land of the White Ele | phant," by Frederick Dean, in As it ! Magazine. Couldn't Be Discouraged. , There are croakers in every country 1 always boding its ruin. Such a on< I then lived in Philadelphia; a .person o : not?, an elderly uwin, with a wise 100 I | and a very grave manner of speaking, his name was Samuel Mickle. 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Now brush the paper with a brush, and if any Prussian blue has been u.ld th« n will be littie streaks on the paper. Ot'.'y T '? ** • r forf«irrartoa f —» Hired Man's Life Saved. James was howl egged and felt ft his duty to whip every hoy that re minded him of the fact. When he vis ited in the country the hired mso laughed and told him he wouldn't stop a pig if he tried. James told his moth er what the man had said, then add ed : "He's pretty hig, and I'm mighty glad he didn't say I was bowlegged.*" Thinking of Strenuous Day*. P.nrher (earried away hv his rent niseenees)—"And when he'd looped th« loop h<* did a nose dive that fairly took your hreath away."—Boston Ev*» ninjr Transcript. Good Rule for Life. We are ruined, not by what w tr really want, hut by what we think wa : therefore, never go abroad In search of your want*; for if they be real want- ihey u;il < ouie in .-»-nrch of you. ll<* that buys what he does not want, will «nr>! want what he cannot buy.—Col ton. Daily Thr»u"