THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBUEO. PA. The Hollow For the Toilet i I U To keep the r Glenn s B hBeawhite. Sulphur I from dandruff. of Her Hand SOip I plexIonVeal?" It Beautifies - - :(AU Druulito.) Contains 80 Pure Sulphur. George Barr MCutcheon A MPi Hsk t Whisker Dye, llaelt er Irasm, la, CQPYWGffr.192 SYNOPSIS. Challla Wrnnrinll In foimil mtirderoil In nmd lioiuej noitr Nw York. Mm. Wmn dall la aummnnud from tliu city and Itlitn- lllea I he limly. A younif woman who ao otnpiiiilrd Wrandall to the Inn anil ub Uiuly dlduppeBrvd. la nunptti'twl. Mm. Wriindull Mart tmrk for Now York In an auto during a bliiidlnK anuw rttnrm. On (ha way Mie meets a younK woman In th road who provi-a to t thn woman who killed Wriiuda.ll. KuellnK thm the rill hud (lonu Iict a rTvlc In rldilln her of the man who thouxh ahn lovnd him Iwply, ,bI ruu.iud hr uruat sorrow. Mm. Wrundall dultTinlnes In nIiImM h.T ind laki'M her to lnrr own hmiiiv Mra. AVrandHll heart Ihe ittory of Hetty Cn tleton'a Ufa, cvcept that portion Hint r lutrn to Wranilnll. 'I ll In and thfl Htory of ! IruKodv Hhn forbids tha Krl vr to tell. Hlif offers Ili-tlv a home, friendship and Kfinirily from iieiil on aiu'oiiot of the ItSKidy. Hara Wrandiill and Holly re turn to N"w York nfier nn HliHcnee of enr In Kuropn. Iralle Wrnndall, brother if C.'l.ullis, Incomes Knntly Interested In Hetty. KHra sees In Leslie's Infiituatlon pOHHlliillly for ivvetiKO on the Wrandalls mid reparation for tlio wrotiK huh sni ffled ft tin. hands of Chain Wramlall hy murrylriK his murdereah Into thn rnniiiy lsle. In coiminnv with hla friend Kriin. don llooth, an artlul, visit Hiira at her c c u til ry plare. I.eslle. confesses to Sara that lie Ih iii.iilly In love with Hetty. Sara rmi.fccs with llooth to paint a picture of Hetty. llooth lina a hauiitln fuullnic that ha has ween Hetty he fore. IookliiK Ihroiiah a portfolio of picture hy an un Known KukIIsIi Hrllst he llnda one of Hetty. He speaks to her about It llntly declares It niUHt be a picture of Hetty Glynn, an EnxINh srtrtss. who resemhlea her very much. Much to hi" 'huirrln slle la refused by Hetty, llooth and Hetty confess thalr love for each other, but the latter de.'hirefi that she can never marry us (here Is an Insurmountable bar Tier In the wnv. Hetty admlta to Sara that fhe loves Booth. Sara declares that Hetty must marry 1-eMlp. who must he made to pay 1:1s brother's debt to the Irl. llelty again attempts In tell the real story of the tragedy and Hara threat ens to strangle her If she says a word. CHAPTER XII. Continued. "Not now. Not since I have found you out. The thing I have feared all long has come to pass. I am relieved, now that you dhow me JuHt where I truly stand, but, I asked: what of you?" "The world la more likely to applaud man to curse me, Unity, it likes a new sensation. My change of heart will appear quite natural." "Are you sure that the world will applaud your real design? You hate the Wraudalls. Will they be charitable toward you when the truth Is given out? Will Leslie applaud you? Listen, please: I am trying to save you from yourself, Sara, You will fall In every thing you have hoped for. You will be more accursed than I. The world will pity me, It may even forgive me. It will listen to my story, which Is more than you will do, and It will be lieve me. Ah, I am hot afrnld now. At first I was In terror, I had no hope to escape. All that Is past. Today I am ready to take my chances with the big, generous world. Men will try me, and men are not mado of stone and eel. They punish but they do not avenge when they sit In Jury boxes. They are not women! Good God, Sara. Ii there a man living today who could have planned this thing you have cher ished all thexe months? Not one! And II men will curso you for it, even though they send me to prison or to the chair. Hut they will not con demn me. They will hear my story nd they will set mo free. And then, mlint of you?" Sara stood perfectly rigid, regarding this earnest rtasoner with growing s rinder. "My dear." ahe said, "you would bet ter be thinking of yourself, not of me." "Why, when 1 tell my story, the world will hate you, Sara Wrandall. You have helped inc. you have been good to mo, no mutter what sinister motive you may have had In doing so. It is my (urn to help you." "To help me!" cried Sara, aston ished In spile of herself. "Yes, To save you from execra tion and t ton worso." "There Is no moral wrong In mar riage with Leslie Wrandall," said Kara, returning to her own project. "No moral wrong!" cried Hetty, aghast. "No, 1 suppose not," she went on, a moment later. "It Is something much deeper, much blacker than moral w rong. There Is no word for it And If 1 marry him, what then? Wherein lies your triumph? You enn't mean that God In heaven! You would not po to them with the truth when It was too late for him to to cast me off!" "1 am no such fool as that The secret would be forever fafo In that event. My triumph, as you call It, we will not discuss." "Mow you must hate me, to bo will ing to do such an Infamous thing to me!" "I do not hato you, Hetty." "In heaven's namo, what do you call It?" "Justification. Listen to mo now I uiu saying this for your good sense tffatlze and appreciate. Would It be rlfcht in me to allow you to marry any other man, knowing all that I know? There Is but ohe man you can In Just ice marry: the one who can repair the wreck that his own blood creatod. Not r.rntidnn Booth, nor any man save Les lie Wrandall. He Is tho man who must pay." "I do not Intend to marry," said Hetty. "Hut Leslie will marry some one, nd I Intend that It shall bo you. He shall marry the ex-chorus girl, the rtlst'a model, the the prostitute! .Walt! Don't fly at me like that! Don't assume that look of virtuous borrorl Let me say what I have to ay. This much of your story shall they know, and no more. Tbey will be proud of you!" Hetty's eyes were biasing. "You use that name you call me that and yet you have kissed me, caressed me loved me!" sho cried hoarse with pas sion. "He will ask you tonight for the fiecond time. You will accept htm. That Is all." "You must take back what you have Just said to me of me Sara Wrandall. You must unsay It! You xnust beg my pardon for that!" "1 draw no line between Lilstresa nd proHtltuU." , "Cut "Enough!" "You wrong me vilely! You must let me" "I have an excellent memory, and It serves me well." Hetty suddenly threw herself upon the couch and burtcd her face In her arms. Great sobs shook her slender framo. Sara stood over her and watched for a long time with pitiless eyes. Then a queer, uneasy, wondering light be' gan to develop In those dark, ominous eyes. She leaned forward the better to listen to the choked, Inarticulate words that were pouring from the girl's lips. At last, moved by some power she could not have accounted for, she knelt beside the quivering body, and laid her hand, almost tim orously, upon the girl's shoulder. "Hetty Hotty, If I have wronged you In In thinking that of you I I" she began brokenly. Then Bhe lift ed her eyes, and the harsh light tried to steal back into them. "No, not What am I saying? What a fool I am to give way " "You have wronged me torrlbly, terribly!" came In smothered tones from the cushions. "I did not dream you thought that of me." "What was I to think?" Hetty lifted her head and cried out: "You would not let me speak! .You refused to hear my story. You have been thinking this of me all along, holding it against me, damning me with It, and I have been closer to yoa than My God, what manner of woman are you?" Sara seized her bands and held them In a tierce, tense grip. Her eyes were glowing with a strange fire. Tell me tell me now, on your soul, Hetty were you were you " "No! No! On my soul, no!" "Look Into my eyes!" The girl's eyes did not falter. She met the dark, penetrating gaze of the other and, though dimmed by tears. her blue eyes were steadfast and roso lute. Sara seemed to be searching the very soul of her, the soul that laid Itself bare, denudod of every vestige of guile. "I I think I believe you," came slowly from the lips of the searcher. "You are looking the truth. I can see it Hetty, I I don't understand myself. Is is so so overwhelming, so tre mendous. It is so Incredible. Am I really believing you? Is It possible that I have been wrong In " "Let me tell you everything," cried the girl, suddenly throwing her arms about her. "Not now! Walt! Give me time to think. Go away now. I want to be alone." She arose and pushed the girl toward the door. Her eyes were fixed on ber In a wondering, puzzled sort of way, and she was shaking her head as if trying to discredit the new emo tion that bad come to displace tho one created ages ago. Slowly Hetty CaBtleton retreated toward the door. With her band on the knob, she paused. i 'After what has happened, Sara, you must not expect me to stay with you any longer. I cannot You may give me up to tho luw, but " Some one was tapping gently at the door. Shall I see who It Is?" asked the girl, after a long period of silence. "Yes." It was Murray. "Mr. Leslie has re turned, Miss Castleton, and asks If he may see you at once. He says It Is very Important. Tell him I will be down In a few minutes, Murray." After the door closed, she waited until tho footman's steps died away on the stairs. "I shall say no to him, Sara, and I shall say to him that you will tell him Tell Mo Tell Me, Now on Your Soul, Hetty" why I cannot be his wife. Do you understand? Are you listening to me?" Sara turned away without a word or look of response. Hetty quietly opened the door and went out CHAPTER XIII. The Second Encounter, Booth trudged rapidly homeward after leaving Hetty at tho lodge. He was throbbing all over with the love of her. The thrill of conquest was In his blood. She had raised a mysteri ous barrier; all th more zest to the Inevitable victory that would be his. He would delight In overcoming ob staclesthe bigger the better for his heart was valiant and the prize no smaller than those which the ancient knights went out to battle for In the lists of love. It was enough for tho present to know that she loved him. What If she were Hetty Clynn? What If she had been an artist's model? The look he had had Into tho soul of her through those pure blue fp eyes was all-convincing. Bhe was wor thy of the noblest love. After luncheon served with some exasperation by Patrick an hour and a balf later than usual he smoked his pipe on the porch and stared remlnlS' cently at the shifting clouds above the tree tops. He did not see tho Wrandall motor at bis garden gate until a lusty voice brought blm down from the clouds Into the range of earthly sounds. Then he dashed out to the gate, bareheaded and coatless, forgetting that he had been sitting In the obscurity of trailing vines and purple blossoms the while he thought of ber. Leslie was sitting on the wide seat between bis mother and sister. "Glad to see you back, old man,1 said llooth, reaching In to shako hands with him. "Day early, aren't you? Good afternoon, Mrs. Wrandall. Won't you come In?" He looked at Vivian as he gave the Invitation.' "No, thanks," she replied. "Won't you coma to dinner this evening?" He hesitated. "I'm not quite sure whother I can, Vivian. I've got a half way sort of" "Oh, do, oi l chap," cut In Leslie, more as a comuv.nd than an entreaty. "Sorry I can't be there raysolf, but you 11 fare quite as well without me. I'm dining at Sara's. Wants my pri vate ear about one thing and another see what I mean?" "We shall expect you, Urandon," said Mrs. Wrandall, fixing blm with ber lorgnette. "I'll come, thank you," said he. He felt disgustingly transparent un der that inquisitive glass. Wrandall etepped out of the car. "I'll stop off for a chat with Brandy, mother." "Shall I send the car back, dear?" "Never mind. I'll walk down." The two men turned In at the gate as the car sped away. "Well," said Booth, "It's good to see you. Pat!" He called through a base ment window. "Como up aud take tbo gentleman's order." "No drink for me, Brandy. I've been In the temperance state of Maine for two weeks. One week more of it and I'd have been completely pickled. I shall always remember Maine." Booth sat down on the porch rail. booked ble toes In the supports and proceeded to fill bis pipe. Then be struck a match and applied It Leslie watching him with moody eyes. How do you like the portrait, old man?" he Inquired between punctu ating puffs. "It's bully. Sargent never did any thing finer. Ripping." "I owe it all to you, Les." "To me?" "You Induced her to sit to me." "So I did," said Leslie sourly. was Mr. Fix-It Bure enough." He al lowed a short Interval to elapse be fore taking the plunge. "I suppoeo, old chap. If I should happen to need your valuablo services as best man In the near future, you'd not disap point me?" Booth eyed him quizzically. "I trust you re not throwing yourself away, Les." he said drily. "I mean to say, on some one well, some one not quite up to tho mark." Leslie regarded blm with somo se verity. "Of course not old chap, wnni ine uevn put. mat. into your head? "I thought that possibly you'd been making a chump of yourself up In the Maine woods." Time! Don't be an ass. What's the sense pretending you don't know who she Is?" 'I suppose It's Hotty Castleton," said Booth, pulling away at bis pipe. vno else i "Think she'll have you, old man?" asked Booth, after a moment "I don't know," replied the other, a bit dashed. "You might wish me luck, though." Booth knocked the burnt tobacco from the bowl of his pipe. A serious line appeared between bis eyes. He was a falr-mlndcd fellow, without guile, without a single treacherous Instinct "I can't wish you luck, Les," be said slowly. "You see I'm I'm In love with her myself." "The devil!" Lcglle sat bolt up right and glared at blm. "I might have known! And and Is she In love with you?" "My dear fellow, you reveal con siderable lack of tact in asking that question." "What I want to know Is this," ex claimed Wrandall, very pale but very hot: "Is she going to marry you?" Booth smiled. "I'll be perfectly frank with you. She snys she won't." Leslie gulped. "So you've asked her?" "Obviously." , "And she said she wouldn't? She refused you? Turned you down?" HIb llttlo mustache ehot up at the ends and a Joyous, triumphant laugh broke from his lips. "Oh, this Is rich! Ha, ha! Turned you down, eh? Poor old Brandy! You're my best friend, and dammit I'm sorry. I mean to say," he wont on In some embarrassment, "I'm sorry for you. Of course, ypu can hardly expect me to er " "CerUlnly not," accepted Booth amiably. "I quite understand." "Then, since she's refused you, you might wish me hotter luck." "That would mean giving up hope." "Hope?" exclaimed Leslie quickly. "You don't mean to say you'll annoy her with your " "No, I shall not annoy her," replied his friend, shaking his bead. "Well, I should hope not," said Leslie with a scowl. "Turned you down, ch? Ton my soul!" He ap peared to be relishing the Idea of It "Sorry, old chap, but I suppose you understand Just what that iffcans." Booth's lips hardened for an In stant, then relaxed Into a queer, al most pltyluu suill. "And you want me to be your best man?" he said reflectively. Leslie arose. His chest seemed to swell a little; assuredly he was breath ing much easier. He assumed an air of compassion. "I shan't Insist, old fellow, If you feol you'd rather not er See what I mean?" It then occurred to him to utter a word or two of kindly advice. "I shouldn't go on moping If I were you, Brandy. 'Pon my soul, I shouldn't Take It like a man. I know It hurts, but Pooh! What's the use aggra vating the pain by butting agalnt: a stone wall?" His companion looked out over the tree tops, nis bands In bis trousers pockets,' and It must be confessed that his manner was hot that of one who Is oppressed by despair. "I think I'm taking it like a man, Leslie Sat Bolt Upright and Glared at . Him. Les," he said. "I only hope youH take It as nicely If she says nay to you." An uneasy look leaped Into Leslie's face. He seemed noticeably less cor pulent about the chest He wondered if Booth knew anything about his Initial venture. A question rose to his Hps, but be thought quickly and held It back. Instead, he glanced at bis watch. "I'Uiust be off. See you tomorrow, I hope." "So long," said Booth, stopping at the top of the steps while his visitor skipped down to the gate with a nlmbleness that suggested the forma tion of a suddon resolve. Leslie did not waste time In part ing Inanities he strode off briskly In the direction of home, but not without a furtive glance out of the tall of his eye as be disappeared beyond the hedgerow at the end of Booth's gar den. That gentleman was standing where he had left blm, and was filling his plpo once more. Tho day was warm, and Leslie was In a dripping perspiration when he reached home. He did not enter the house but mado bis way direct to the garage. "Get out the car at once, Brown," was his order. ' Three minutes later he was being driven over the lower road toward Southlook, taking good care to avoid Booth's place by the matter of a mile or more. He was In a fever of hope and eagerness. It was very plain to him why she bad refused Booth. The Iron was hot He didn't Intend to lose any time In striking. And now we know why he came again to Sara's in the middle of a blazing afternoon, Instead of waiting until the more seductive shades of night bad fallen, when the moon sat serene in the seat of the Mighty, a a a a a a a He didn't have to wait long for Hot ty. Up to the Instant of her appear ance In the door, he had reveled In the thought that the way was now paved with roBes. But with her en trance, be felt bis confidence and courage slipping. Perhaps that may explain the abruptness with which he proceeded to go about the business In hand. "I couldn't wait till tonight." he ex plained as she came slowly across the room toward him. She was half way to him before be awoke to the fact that he waa standing .perfectly still. Then he started forward, some how Impelled to meet her at least half-wny. "You'll forgive me, Hetty, If I have disturbed you." "I was not lying down, Mr... Wran dall," she said quietly. There was nothing ominous in tho words, but he experienced a sudden sensation of cold. "Won't you sit down? Or would you rather go out to the terrace?" "It's much more comfortable hero. If you don't mind. I I suppose you know what It la I want to say to you. You " "Yes, she Interrupted wearily; "and knowing as much, Mr. Wrandall, It would not be fair of me to let you go on." "Not fair?" he said. In honest amaze ment "But, my dear, I" "Please, Mr. Wrandall," she ex claimed, with a pleading little smile that would have touched the heart of anyone but Leslie. "Please don't go on. It Is quite as Impossible now as It waa before. I have not changed." He could only say, mechanically: "You haven't?" "No. I am sorry If you have thought that I might come to" "Think, for heaven's sake, think what you are doing!" he cried, feeling for the edge of the table with a support-seeking hand. "I I had Sara's word that you were not" "Unfortunately Sara cannot speak for me In a matter of this kind. Thank you for the honor you would" "Honor be. hanged!" he blurted out, losing his temper. "I love you! It's a uurely selilsu thing with mo, and I'm blowed If I consider It an honor to be refused by any woman. I " "Mr. Wrandall!" she cried, fixing blm with her' flashing, indignant eyes, "You are forgetting yourself." She was standing very straight and slim and imperious before him. He quailed. "I I beg your pardon. I-I-" "There Is nothing more to be said," she went on Icily. "Goodby." "Would you mind telling me whoth er there is anyone else?" he asked, as be turned toward the door. "Do you really feel that you have the right to ask that question, Mr. Wrandall?" He wet his Hps with his tongue. "Thee, there Is some one!" he cried, rapping the table with his knuckles He didn't realize till afterward how vigorously he rapped. "Some con founded English nobody, I suppose." She smiled, not unkindly, "There Is no English nobody, if that answers your question." "Then, will you be kind enough to oner a reason ror not giving me a fair chmice In a clear field? I think it's due" "Can't you see bow you are dis tressing me? Must I again go through that horrid arena In tha vnrHn? Can't you take a plain no for an an swer?" "Good Lord!" he gasped, and In those two words he revealed the com plete overturning of a lifelong esti mate of himself. It seemed to take more than his breath away. "Goodby," she said with finality. He stared at the door through which she disappeared, his bopee, his con celt, bis self-regard trailing after ber with shameless disloyalty to the standards he had set for them, and then, with a rather ghastly smile of sclf-commlseratlon on his Hps, he slipped out of the house, Jumped Into the motor car, and gave a brief but explicit command to the chauffeur, who lost no time in assisting his mas ter to turn tall In Ignominious flight Hetty was gloomily but resolutely employed In laying out certain of her personal belongings, preparatory to packing them for departure, when Sara entered her room. They regarded each other steadily, questlonlngly for a short space of time. ' "Leslie has Just called up to ask 'what the devil' I meant by letting htm make a fool of himself," said Sara, with a peculiar little twlBted smile on ber Hps. Hetty offered no comment, but after a moment gravely and rather wistfully called attention to ber present occu pation by a significant flaunt of ber hand and a saddened smile. "I eee," said Sara, without emotion. "If you choose to go, Hetty, I shall not oppose you." "My position here is a false one, Sara. I prefer to go." "This morning I should have held a sword over your head. "It Is very difficult for me to realize all that has happened." 'You are free to depart. You are free In every sense of the word. Your future rests with yourself, my dear." 'It hurts me more than I can toll to feel that you have been hating me all these months." y "It hurts me now." Hetty walked to the window and looked out. 'What are your plans?" Sara In quired, after an Interval. "I shall seek employment and wait for you to act." "I? You mean?" "I shall not run away, Sara. Nor do I Intend to reveal myself to the au thorities. I am not morally guilty of crime. A year ago I feared the con sequences of my deed, but I have learned much since then. I was a stranger In a new world. In England PUBLIC DINNER A NUISANCE? New York Newspaper Says It Is, Both on Account of Poor Food and Poor Speaker. It has long been the agreeable habit of friendly organizations, from the Sons of St. Pntrlck to the New Eng land society, the Ohio, the Southern and others, to give occasional dinners at which they may refresh their spir its with the familiar dialect which is grateful In the ears long unused to It, and by reminding each other of what a good place the old home was, and is, remarks the New York Evening Sun. But the old custom has long since become a bore beyond descrip tion because of the inordinate atten tion required of the diners to a long array of speakers, none of whom has anything In particular to say, and at the snme tlme because of the very indifferent quality of the dinner pro vided. It is no doubt true ' that the great majority of persons who go to these dinners do not know or care what they eat, and therefore gobble the usually very Indifferent food set before them and wait, helplessly, for "the speakers."' Their own Indiffer ence Is much to blame or the general stodglness. It is encouraging, of course, to observe that the disgust with Buch silliness as this has finally resulted In an explosion which would do away entirely with the public din ner. The private dinner, of course, chosen carefully aud served to a small and congenial company, Is one of the most honorable and sacred so cial rites in the civilized world; men and women will always stand up to defend and maintain It But the great machine-made dinner la a fool-, we have been led to believe that you lynch women here as readily as you lynch men. I now know better than that. From you alone I learned my greatest lesson. You revealed to me the true meaning of human kindness. You shielded me who should not Even now I believe that your first impulse was a tender one. I Bhall not forget It, Sara. You will live to regrei. the baser thought that came later on. I have loved you yes, al most as a good dog loves hie master. It Is not for me to tell the story of that night and all these montljs to the world. I would not be betraying myself, but you. You would be called upon to explain, not I. And you would be the one to suffer. When you met me on the road that night I was on my way back to the Inn to give my self Into custody. You have made It impossible for me to do so now. My Hps are sealed. It rests with you, Sara." Sara Joined her In the broad win dow. There was a strangely exalted look In her face. A gilded blrdcago hung suspended In the casement With out a word, she threw open the win dow screen. The gay little canary In the gilded cage cocked his head and watched her with alert eyes. Then she reached up and gently removed the cage from Its fastenings. Putting It down upon the window sill, she opened the tiny door. The bird hopped about his prison In a state of great excitement. Hetty looked on, fascinated. At laBt a yellow streak shot out through the open door and an instant later resolved Itself into the bobbing, fluttering dlcky-blrd that had lived in a cage all its life without an hour of freedom. For a few seconds It circled over the tree tops and then alighted on one of the branches. One might well have imagined that be could hear Its tiny heart beating with terror. Its wings were half-raised and fluttering, Its head Jerking from side to side In wild perturbation. Taking courago, Master Dicky bopped timo rously to a nearby twig, and then ven tured a flight to a tree top nearer the window casement. Perched In its top most branches he cheeped shrilly, as If there was fear In his little breast. In silence the two women in the window watched the agitated move ments of the bird. The same thought was in the mind of each, the same question, the same intense wish. A brown thrush sped through the' air, close by the timid canary. Like a flash It dropped to the twigs lower down, its wings palpitating In violent alarm. "Dicky!" called Sara Wrandall, and then cheeped between ber teeth. A moment later Dicky was fluttering about the eaves; bis circles grew Btnaller, bis winging less rhythmical, till at last with a nervous little flutter he perched on the top of the window shutter, so near that they might have reached to him with their hands. Ha Bat there with his head cocked to one side. "Dicky!" called Sara again. This time she held out her linger. For some time he regarded It with indifference, not to say disfavor. Then he took one more flight, but much shorter than the first, bringing up again at the shutter top. A second later he hopped down and his little talons gripped Sara's finger with an- earnestness that loft no room for doubt She lowered her hand until It was even with the open door of the gilded cage. He shot Inside with a whir that suggested a scramble. With hie wings folded, he sat on his little trapeze and cheeped. She closed and fastened the door, and then turned to Hetty. "My symbol," she said softly. There were tears In Hetty's eys. (TO BE CONTINUED.) lsssgMIII.MBsMssara Ish anomaly to begin with; nobody but the hotelkeepers, who charge enough to pay for a much more tempt ing dinner than they servo, feels any tenderness for It Pie, the National Dish. Three years ago a pie-eating con test was held for the championship of New Jersey, relates the London Chronicle. In the United States pie Is a national dish, and the variety with which the competitors had . to struggle consisted of a layer of pnetry a quarter of an Inch thick, spread with cannrd fruit the average weight being half a pound. Accord ing to the report of a local Journal, "amid enthusiasm, thirty-five young men, trained to the minute, entered the contest for the championship. The state record of twenty-six pies in half an hour fell during the battle. Walter Tappln of Tllsomfleld, N. J., was the winner. He managed to put himself on the outside of twenty seven pies in the allotted time. For this he received the "championship belt." It should have beta an elastic one. Georgia Invasion. "It's been the dream of tha old man's life to see Wash'ton," said the Blllvllle matron, "an' now he's a-goln' thar, an' I'm a-goln' with blm. 'I won't be unknown thar,' bo says, 'fer I've been a member of six Georgia legislatures, an' tny one of 'em could beat congpess a-ralsln' of the place whar Satan lives at an' adoln' of nuthln!' But what we want to see most Is the place whar they make the money, an' And out bow comn an' why we don't git our share of U." -Atlanta CoustltuUuJ. FATHER'S TURN TO THINK uaugnier somewnat Pert Oberv, lion must nave uiven Him Something of a Jolt. (Ill' 1 . . . a .. vb uio.Bie.rs set, xor mo yougsteri a uihiuTi Biuuuiiiu iiiuu wo Si't fo mnlrA n ulllr nilroa nut nf a r., the stupidest and ugliest failures .mieiiiH expect ineir sous uiiil rtaugh ters to grow up miracles of beauty, telllgence and success. the occasion the Lambs' Gambol New York. He continued: i, I ... , 1 1. i Duun-uiueD, uiuufeu, hui.'ii parent! are caueu suarpiy to tueinsi'lvi s. ji 1 1 . , . . . Jolt Is unpleasant. a lamer sam to nis pretty daueh- iui uuu evening, mm a Buuriu ui, ailgrj luugn: i nut young jamson nas the fan to warn to marry you: A incro book keeper! uut, iatner,- sam me gin, 'i 0 Mr. Jamson. wiiat is your objection to our marriage? wny, roarea tne old man, 'why he couidn t support you decently,' nut, ratner,- said tlie girl, 'neltbei can you.' Granted. A unceeiuitu uiu luuy ttUIKCd 111 t ... . A .. 1 .1 I .. .1 . . . T7M I. . . 1 .. 1 . . , rum aveuuu uuuguiB uu 10 uie ana oi tier nusDana, wno was a little bit naru oi wearing, a gin Drusin d pan mem ruaeiy, Dumping into the oil lady. alio uiuii t ecu oa j .AUune mv, she said Indignantly to her husband "What, my dear?" he inquire mildly. rne old may repeated tier state ment in a louder tone. Still the old gentleman did not understand. Excuse me. ' she shrieked abovi the rush and roar of the automobllei Certainly, my dear,' he answered Hnni..i.. un.. ...in. ,i .1 ...... In Order to Escape. One day a youne man entered a stu dio to be photographed. In posing ne nuncnea nis uacK. as u i wen broken and twisted his face Into dreadful mask. "whats the matter with you? An you crazy?" ' tin on." lift sain. "Take me lust U I am. You see. I'm trvlnir to net oat nf an nmcrpmpnt with a em. nnd lvt written her that I've been disfigured fti a motor ncclilent nnd I want to send her this photo to 'show how look." Nothing but the Truth. "Mis' Anna." said old Aunt Milly "d;it vnller ml miv klie ain t IR'vef tnln n lip Rlio nnv slip nllun tell r truf." "Well rtnn't vnn lielleVH her. Aunt Mllly?" "V mn'nm dnt All don't! All k!10i Hnra ain't ftnt milnli truf in de world!" Everybody Praised but Father. "Pnnr Tnmnklns never nets SOJ credit for what ho does." "That's the fate of some men." Ilia innmtflPtf trata till, rreillt Of All 1a a rwmili na lin mil iri his wife Alia Drm wti , h. nn iuu n . ii-D uu iit"' "i nut Ha sTollt for lila tii:innors. ADQ i.t- j i. ..t tit fitr hi Sjcia itiv vivuiv uiu ins uuuguiers gti. mo .n:i. - ability to dance the maxlxe. IMa Chanca for an Araumcnt. iiauci, hi ci o a w ft w v boud." suid the diner. nrallar "It'a tha VDfV l:it''.St thlL A C3i Dll. ICQ. TV (kl IV-'I b U V sir." No man ever lived long f noutb l do all the things his wife wanted m to do. If you would make a tonl of a ma pick out a dull one. Keep Cool and Comfortable ' Don't soend so much of your time cooking during hot weather; and your family will be healthier without the heavy cooked foods. Give them Post Toasties They're light and easily digested and yet nounshrt and satisfying. No bother preparation just pour h" the package and add creJJ and sugar-or they're row good with fresh berries fruit The Memory Ling
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