THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA. IIAC Sjf GEORGE DM McCUTCflTON 4lLU5TRAnON5 fjr RaY WALTERS COPYVCtr. C DOW, VAD Ato oanPArr SYNOPSIS. 3 In (ha New York home of jAmri Urooil iHiwoa anil KlKOT. his two old ptimlimi-ra id romradra, await tha rumlnir of Hruod'a aon Frederic lo learn the content of a wlrelm fnim Hrood, but Frederic, after renilliiir. throws It Into the tire anil leaves the room without a word. Kreiliitc telln l.ydlu Dcxmiind, hl llnncee. t hut the nrminirf' HnnounceH hlx fullier'H iii.irrlHtce and ordern the hoime prepared fur an I rt i -modlale honiecoinlnir. Mra. IVmnoml, the tioMel'Mpfr and l.ydln'a mother, trie to enol Frederic's temper at the Impending rtinnKPH. Hrood and hla bride arrive. She wlna Frederic's llklnar at Ural n tlnv. llrooil shows dlallke und veiled hostility to lila ann. I. Vila and Mra. Hrood meet In lie jxde-room. where I.ydia works as llrood'a secretary. CHAPTER IV Continued. I.ydia flinched, she knew not why. There was a sting to the words, de pi to the languldness with which they were uttered. Risking more than she suspected, he said: "He never considers the cost of a thing, Mrs. Brood, if Its beauty appeals to him." Mrs. Brood gave tier a quizzical, half-puzzled look. "You hare only to look about you for the proof. This one room represents a fortune." The last was spoken has tily. "How old are you. Miss Desmond?" The question came abruptly. "I am nineteen." "You were surprised to find me so young. Will It add to your surprise If I tell you that I am ten years older thn you?" "It doesn't seem credible." "Are you wondering why I tell you my age?" "Yes," said Lydla, bluntly. "In order that you may realize that I am ten years wiser than you, and that you may not again make the mis take of underestimating my intelli gence." The color faded from Lydla's face. She grew cold from head to foot. In voluntarily she moved back a pace. The next Instant, to her unbounded surprise, Mrs. Brood's hands were out ittretched In a gesture of appeal, and a quick, wlrtful smile took the place of the Imperious stare. "There! I am a nasty, horrid thing. Horglve me. Come! Don't be stub horn. Shake hands with me and say that you're sorry I said what I did." It was a quaint way of putting it, and tier voice was so genuinely appealing that Lydia, after a moment's hesita tion, extended her hands. Mrs. Brood grasped them In hers and gripped them tightly. "I think I should like to know that you are my friend. Lydla. Has it occurred to you that I am ut terly without friends in this great city of yours? I have my husband, that ki all." The girl could no more withstand the electric charm of the woman than he could have fought off the sun shine. She was bewildered, and com pletely fascinated. "It's It's very good of you," she murmured;. her own eye-s softening as they looked Into the deep, velvety ones that would not be denied. Even ft she wondered whether she could ever really like this magnetic crea ture, she felt herself surrendering to the spell of her. "But perhaps you will not like me when you know me better." "Perhaps," said Mrs. Brood, calmly, almost Indifferently, and dismissed the subject. "What an amazing room! One can almost feel the presence of the genii that created it at the wish of the man with the enchanted lamp. As a rule, oriental rooms are abomi nations, but this ah, this Is not an oriental room after all. It Is a part of the East itself of the real East. I have sat in emperors' houses out there, my dear, and I have slept In the palaces of kings. I have seen just such things as these, and I know that they could not have been trans ported to this room .except by magic. My husband is a magician." "These came from the palaces of kings, Mrs. Brood," said Lydla enthu siastically. "Kings in the (lays when kings were real. This rug " "I know," interrupted the other. "My husband told me the story. It must have cost him a fortune." "It was worth a fortune," said Lydia. A calculating squint had come into Mrs. Brood's eyes while she was peaking. To Lydla It appeared as If he were trying to fix upon the value of the wonderful carpet "A collector has offered him how much? A hundred thousand dollars, Is not that it? Ah, how rich he must br "The collector you refer to " "I waa referring to my husband," aid Mrs. Brood, unabashed. "He Is very rich, Isn't he?" Lydla managed to conceal her an noyance. "I think not, as American fortunes are rated." "It doesn't matter," said the other, carelessly. "I have my own fortune. And It Is not my face," she added, with a quick smile. "Now let us look farther. I must see all these wonder ful things. We will not be missed, and It Is still half an hour till tea time. My husband Is now telling bis on ell there Is to be told about me who and what I am, and how he came to marry me. Not, mind you, how I HOW RANGE FINDER WORKS Operation of Instrument That Makes Possible Deadly Gunnery of the Present Day. One of the most Important Instru ments used on a warship Is the range finder. Without this Instrument It Is practically Impossible to aim the guns accurately without Incurring a serious delay In getting tha range by trial hots. Range finders all work on al most the same principle, Images of lbs k is wire came to marry him, but the other way 'round. It's the way with men past middle age." Lydia hesitated before speaking. "Mr. Brood does not confide In Fred eric. I am afraid they have but little In common. Ob, I shouldn't have said that!" Mrs. Brood regarded her with nar rowing eyes. "He doesn't confide in Frederic?" she repeated, In the form of a question. Her voice seemed lower thun before. "I'm sorry I spoke as I did, Mrs. Brood," said the girl, annoyed at ber self. "Is there a reason why he should dislike his son?" asked the other, re garding her fixedly. "Of course not," cried poor Lydia. There was a moment of silence. "Some day, Lydla, you will tell me about Mr. Brood's other wife." "She died many years ago," said the girl, evasively. "I know," said Mrs. Brood. "Still I should like to hear more of the woman he could not forget In all those years until he met me." She grew silent nnd preoccupied, a slight frown marking her forehead as she resumed her examination of the room and Its contents. Great lanterns hung suspended be side the shrine, but were now un lighted. On the table at which Brood professed to work stood a huge lamp with a lacelike screen of gold. When lighted a soft, mellow glow oozed through the sha'de to create a circle of golden brilliance over a radius that extended but little beyond the edge of the table, yet reached to the benign countenance of Buddha close by. Over all this fairylike Bplendor reigned the serene, melting Influence of the god to whom James Brood was wont to confess himself! The spell of the golden image dominated every thing. In the midst of the magnificence moved the two women, one absurdly out of touch with her surroundings, yet a thing ol beauty; the other blend ing intimately with the warm tones that enveloped her. She was lithe, sinuous with the grace of the most se ductive of dancers. Her dark eyes re flected the mysteries of the Orient; her pale, smooth skin shone with the clearness of alabaster; the crimson In her lips was like the fresh stain "I Must See These Wonderful Things." of blood; the very fragrance of her person seemed to steal out of the un known. She was a part of the mar velous setting, a gem among gems. She had attired herself in a dull In dian red atturnoon gown of chiffon. The very fabric seemed to cling to her supple body with the sensuous joy of contact. Even Lydia, who watched her with appraising eyes, experienced a swift unaccountable desire to hold this intoxicating creature close to her own body. There were two windows In the room, broad openings that ran from near the floor almost to the edge of the canopy. They were so heavily cur tained that the light of day failed to penetrate to the Interior of the apart ment. Mrs. Brood approached one of these windows. Drawing the curtain apart, Bhe let In an ugly gray light, from the outside world. She looked down Into a sort of court yard and garden that might have been transplanted from distant Araby. Ut tering an exclamation of wonder, she turned to Lydia. "Is this New York or am I be witched?" "Mr. Brood transformed the old car riage yard Into a I think Mr. Dawes calls It a Persian garden. It Is rather bleak In wintertime, Mrs. Brood, but In the summer It is really enchanting. See, across the court on the second floor where the windows are lighted, those are your rooms. It Is an enor mous house, you'll And. Do you see the little balcony outside your win dows, and the vines creeping up to It? You can't imagine how sweet it Is of ship or other object sighted on being received through the two object glasses, one located near each end and on the side of the tube, being reflected and refracted by a system of mirrors and prisms, so that both are brought to the eye of the observer, who looks through the eyepiece, located at the middle of the tube and on the oppo site side from the object glasses. The right-hand glass transmits only the up per half of the object stated on and the left-band glass the lower half. When sighting a ship, for example, the If II)' a summer night wKn the moon and stars " "But how desolate it looks today, with the dead vines and the colorless stones I I'gh!" She dropped the curtains. The soft warm glow of the room came back and she sighed with relief. "I bate things that are dead," she said. At the sound of a soft tread and the gentle rustle of draperies, they turned. Ranjab, the Hindu, was crossing the room toward the small door which gave entrance to his closet. He paused fur an instant before the Image ot Buddha, but did not drop to his knees as all devout Buddhists do. Mrs. Brood's hand fell lightly upon Lydla's arm. The man turned toward them a second or two later. His dark, hand some face was hard set and emotion less as he bowed low to the new mis tress of the house. The fingers closed tightly on Lydla's arm. Then be smiled upon the girl, a glad smile of devotion. His swarthy face was trans figured. A moment later he unlocked his door and passed Into the other room. The key turned In the lock with a slight rasp. "I do not like that man," said Mra. Brood. Her voice was low and be! eyes were fixed steadily on the closed door. CHAPTER V. Husband and Wife. The ensuing fortnight brought the expected changes In the household. James Brood, to the surprise of not only himself but others, lapsed Into a curious state of adolescence. Ills in fatuation was complete. The once dominant Influence of the man seemed to slink away from him as the passing days brought up the new problems of life. Where he had lived to command he now was content to serve. His friends, his Bon, his servants viewed the transformation with wonder, not to say apprehension. It would not be true to say that the remarkable personality of the man had suffered. He was still the man of steel, but rotempered. The rigid broad sword was made over Into the fine flexible blade of Toledo. He could be bent but not broken. It pleased him to submit to Yvon ne's commands. Not that they were arduous or peremptory; on the con trary, they were suggestions In which his own comfort and pleasure appeared to be the inspiration. She was too wise to demand, too clever to resort to cajolery. She was a Latin. Diplo macy was hers as a birthright. Com plaints, appeals, sulks would have gained nothing from James Brood. Nor would It have occurred to her to em ploy these methods. From the day she entered the house she was Its mis tress. There were no false notions of senti ment to restrain or restrict her in the rearrangement of her household. She went about the matter calmly, sen sibly, firmly; even the most prejudiced could not but feel the justice of her decisions. The serene way in which she both achieved and accepted con quest proved one thing above all oth ers: She was born to rule. To begin with, she miraculously transferred the sleeping quarters of Messrs. Dawes and RIggs from the second floor front to the third floor back without arousing the slightest sign of antagonism on the part of the crusty old gentlemen, who had occu pied one of the choice rooms In the house with uninterrupted security for a matter of nine or ten years. Mrs. Brood explained the situation to them so graciously, so convincingly, that they even assisted the servants In moving their heterogeneous belong ings to the small, remote room on the third floor, and applauded her plan to make a large sitting-room of the cham ber they were deserting. It did not occur to them for at least three days that they bad been Imposed upon, cheated, maltreated, Insulted, and then It was too late. The decorators were In the big room on the second floor. They had been betrayed by the wife of their bosom friend. Is It small cause for wonder, then, that the poor gentle men as manfully turned back to the tipple and got gloriously, garrulously drunk in the middle of the afternoon and also in the middle of the library, where tea was to have been Berved to a few friends asked In to meet the bride? The next morning a fresh edict was IssuikI. It came from James Brood and it was so staggering thut the poor gen tlemen were loath to believe their ears. As a result of this new command, they began to speak of Mrs. Brood in the privacy of their own room as "that woman." Of course It was entirely due to her mischievous, malevolent in fluence that a spineless husband put forth the order that they were to have nothing more to drink while they re mained in his bouse. This command was modified to a slight extent later on. Brood felt sorry for the victims. He loved them and he knew that their pride was Injured a grenf deal more than their appetite. In its modified form, the edict allowed them a small drink In the morning and another at bedtime, but Jones, the butler, held the kv to the situation and the side board. And after that they looked up on Mrs. Brood as the common enemy of all three. , The case of Mrs. John Desmond was disposed of In a summary but tactful manner. "If Mrs. Desmond Is willing to re main, James, as housekeeper Instead of friend, all well and good," said Mrs. Brood, discussing the matter In the seclusion of her boudoir. "I doubt, however, whether she can descend to that. You have spoiled her, my dear." He flushed. "I trust you do not meau to Imply that " riggings and funnels will appear to be offset horizontally from the lower part of the ship so long aa the Instrument ; Is not set for the correct range. The Images then are brought together by thumb screw that moves one of the prisms, and this sets a scale that shows the distance in yards to the ship. Eugene Field Loved Cfilldreii. It was children whom Field loved best, and he would take all sorts ot trouble to make a child happy. His "I should like to have Mrs. DeBmond as my friend, not as my housekeeper," said his wife simply. "By Jove, and that's Just what I should like," he cried. "There Is but one way, you know." "She must be one or the other, eh?" "Precisely," she said with HrmneBS. "In my country, James, the wives of best friends haven't the same moral standing that they appear to have in yours. Oh, don't scowl so! Shall I tell you that I do not mean to reflect on Mrs. Desmond's virtue or discre tion? Far from It. If she is to be my friend, she cannot be your housekeep er. That's the point Has she any means of her own? Can she " "She has a small Income, and an an nuity which I took out for her soon after her poor husband's death. We were the closest of friends" "I understand, James. You are very generous and very loyal. I quite un derstand. Losing her position here, then, will not be a hardship?" "No," said he soberly, "I am quite competent, James," she said brightly. "You will not miss her, I am sure." "Are you laughing at me, darling?" She gave him one of her searching, unfathomable glances, and then smiled with roguish mirth. "Isn't It your mission In life to amuse and entertain me?" "I love you, Yvonne Good God, bow I love you!" he cried abruptly. His eyes burnt with sudden flame of pas sion as he bent over ber. His face quivered; his whole being tingled with the fierce spasm of an uncontrollable desire to crush the warm, adorable body to his breast In the supreme ecstasy of possession. She surrendered herself to his pas sionate embrace. A little later, she withdrew herself from bis arms, her Hps still quivering with the fierceness of his kisses. Her eyes, dark with wonder and perplexity, regarded bis transfigured face for a long, tense moment "Is this love, James?" she whis pered. "Is this the real, true love.?" "What else, In heaven's name, can It be?" he cried. He was sitting upon "You Will Not Miss Her, I am Sure." the arm of her chair, looking down at the singularly pallid face. "But should love have the power to frighten one?" "Frighten, my darling?" "Oh, It Is not you who are fright ened," she cried. "You are the man. But I ah, I am only the woman." He stared. "What an odd way to put It, dear." Then he drew v struck by the curious gleam ot mock ery in her eyes. "Was It like this twenty-five years ago?" she asked. He managed to smile. "Are you Jealous?" "Tell me about her." His face hardened. "Some other time, not now." "You have never told me her name " He faced her, his eyes as cold as steel. "I may as well tell you now, Yvonne, that her name Is never men tioned in this house." She seemed to shrink down farther in the chair. "Why?" she ORked, an Insistent note In her voice. "It Isn't necessary to explain." He walked away from her to the window, and stood looking out over the bleak little courtyard. Neither spoke foi many minutes, and yet he knew that her questioning gaze was upon him and that when he turned to her again she would ask still another question. He tried to think of something to Bay that would turn her away from this hated subject "Isn't it time for you to dress, dear est? The Gunnings live pretty Tar up north and the going will be bad with Fifth avenue piled up with snow" "Doesn't Frederic ever mention his mother's name?" came the question that he feared before It was uttered. "I am not certain that he knows her name," said he levelly. The knuckles of his hands, clenched tightly behind his back, were white. "Hq, has never heard me utter it." She looked at him darkly. There was something In ber eyes that caused him to Ehtft his own steady gaze un comfortably. He could not have ex plained what It was, but It gave blm a curiously unensy feeling as of Im pending peril. It was not unlike the queer, Inexplicable though definite room wail crowded with toys, queer dolls, funny little mechanical toys that ran about, or boxed, or nodded strange heads, or performed tricks. -His study door was never shut to a child, and he had many child friends his family knew nothing of. His brother tells how, a few hours after bis death, a lit tle crippled boy cams to the door and asked If he might go up and see Mr. Field. He was- taken Into the room where the gentle, much-loved figure lay, nd left there. . In a little while he came limping downstairs, the tears sensing of danger that more than once he had experienced in the silent, tran quil depths of great forests. "I wonder what could have hap pened to make you so bitter toward her," she went on, still watching him through half closed eyes. "Was she unfaithful to you? Was" "Good God, Yvonne!" he cried, an angry light Jumping Into his eyes the eyes that so recently bad been ablaze with love. "We must never speak of of that again," he said, a queer note of hoarse ness In his voice. "Never, do you un derstand?" He was very much shaken. "Forgive me," she pleaded, stretch ing out ber hand to him. "I am fool ish, but I did not dream that I was be ing cruel or unkind. Perhaps, dear, It Is because I am Jealous." "There -Is no one nothing to be jealous or," he said, passing a hand over his moist brow. Then he drew nearer and took her hand In his. He lounged again on the arm of her chair. She loaned back and sighed contented ly, the smile on her red Hps growing sweeter with each breath that she took. He felt the blood warmlug once more in bis veins. For a long time they sat thus, look ing Into each other's yes without speaking. He was trying to fathom the mystery that lurked at the bottom of those smiling wells; she, on the other hand, deluded herself with the Idea that she was reading his Inner most thoughts. "I have been considering the advis ability of sending Frederic abroad for a year or two," said he at lust. She started. She had been far from right in her reading. "Now? This winter?" "Yes. He has never been abroad." "Indeed? And he Is half European, too. It seems forgive me, James. Really, you know, I cannot always keep my thoughts from slipping out. You shouldn't expect It, dear." "I suppose it is only natural that you should Inquire," he said resignedly. "Of my servants," Bhe added point edly. He flushed slightly. "I dare say I deserve the rebuke. It will not be necessary to pursue that line of In quiry, however. I shall tell you the story myself some day, Yvonne. Will you not bear with me?" She met the earnest appeal in his eyes with a slight frown of annoyance. "Who is to tell me the wife's side of the story?" The question was like a blow to him. He stared at her as If he had not heard aright. Before he could speak, she went on coolly: "I dare say there are two Bides to It James. It's usually the case." He winced. "There is but one side to this one," he said, a harsh note In his voice. "That is why I began my inquiries with Mrs. Desmond," she said enig matically. "But I sha'n't pursue them any farther. You love me; that Is all I care to know or that I require." "I do love you," he said, almost im ploringly. She stroked his gaunt cheek. "Then we may let the other woman go hang, eh?" He felt the cold sweat start on his brow. Her callous remark slashed his finer sensibilities like the thrust of a dagger. t He tried to laugh, but only succeeded in producing a painful gri mace. "And now," she went on, as If the matter were fully disposed of, "we will discuss something tangible, eh? Fred eric." "Yes," said he, rather dazedly. "Frederic." "I am very, very fond of your son, James," she said. "How proud you must be to have such a son." He eyed her narrowly. How much of the horrid story did she know? How much of It had John Desmond told to bis wife? "I am surprised at your liking him, Yvonne. He Is what I'd call a diffi cult young man." "I haven't found him difficult." "Morbid and unresponsive." "Not by nature, however. There Is a joyousness, a llght-heartedness in his character that has never got be yond the surface until now, James." "Until now?" "Yes. And you talk of sending him away. Why?" "He has wanted to go abroad for years. This Is a convenient time for him to go." "But I am quite sure he will not care to go at present not for awhile, at least." "And why not, may I ask?" "Because be Is In love." "In love!" he exclaimed, bis Jaw set ting hard. "He is In love with Lydla." "I'll put a stop to that!" "And why, may I ask?" she mimicked. "Because why " he burst out but Instantly collected himself.' "He Is net In a position to marry, that's all." "Financially?" He swallowed hard. "Yes." "Poof!" she exclaimed, dismissing the obstacle with a wave of her slim band. "A cigarette, please. There is another reason why be shouldn't go an excellent one." "The reason you've already given is sufficient to convince me that he ought to go at once. What is the other one, pray?" She lighted tbe cigarette from the match he held. "What would you Bay If I were to tell you that I object to his going away at present?" "I should ask the very obvious ques tion." "Because I like him, I want him to like me, and I shall be very lonely without him," she answered calmly. "You?" he cried. "Why, you've ' never known anything but " streaming down his cheeks, and went silently away knwn to nobody there From "Eugene Field, Lover of Child hood." by Hildegrads Hawthorne, in the St Nicholas Magazine. Sanitary 8andwlches Lateit Enter tbe sanitary sandwich. Many of the New York cafes have adopted a machine for their free lunch coun ters, that delivers a sandwich with out a hand touching It, or the neces sity ot tipping the carver. This Intel ligent mechanism cousists of a num- "One can be lonely even In the heart of a throng," she said cryptically. "No, Jam;8, 1 will not have him sent away." He was silent for a moment. "We will leave it to Frederic," be Bald. . Her face brightened. "That Is all I ask. He will stay." There was ai.other pause. "You two have become very good friends. Yvonne." "He Is devoted to me." She blew cigarette smoke In bis fae He Was Silent for a Moment and laughed. There was a knock at tbe door. "Come In," 'he called. Frederic entered. CHAPTER VI. The Spreading Glow. Yvonno Lestrange, In a way, had been born to purple and fine linen. She had never known deprivation of any description. Neither money, position nor love had been denied her during the few years In which her charm and beauty had flashed across the great European capitals, penetrating even to the recesses of royal courts. It Is doubtful If James Brood knew very much concerning her family when he proposed marriage to her, but It Is cer tain that he did not care. He first saw her at the home of a British nobleman, but did not meet her. Something In the vivid, brilliant face of the woman made a deep and lasting Impression on him. There was an Instant when their eyes met through an opening in the throng which separated them. He was not only conscious of the fact that he was staring at ber, but that she was looking at him in a curiously pene trating way. There was a mocking smile on her lips at the time. He saw It fade away, even as the crowd came between. He knew that the smile had not been Intended for him, but for some of the eager cavaliers who sur rounded her, and yet there was some thing singularly direct In the look she gave him. That single glance ' In the duke's house proved to be a fateful one for both. They were married inside of a month. Tbe virile, confident American had conquered where countless sup pliants of a more or less noble char acter bad gone down to defeat. He asked but one question of her, she asked none of him. The fact that she was the Intimate friend and asso ciate of the woman In whose home be met her, was sufficient proof of her standing In society, although that would have counted for little bo far as Brood was concerned. She was the daughter of a baron; she had spent much of her life in Paris, coming from St. Petersburg when a young girl; and she was an orphan with an Independent fortune of her own. Such common details as these came to Brood lu the natural way and were not derived from my ef fort on bis part to secure information concerning Mademoiselle Lestrange. Like the burnt child, be asked a -Question which harked back to an unfor gotten pain. "Have you ever loved a man deeply, devotedly, Yvonne so deeply that there Is pain In the thought of htm?" She replied without hesitation. "There Is no such man, James, You may be sure of that." "I am confident that 1 can hold your love against the future, but no man la vital enough to compete with the past. Love doesn't really die, you know. If a man cannot hold a woman's love against all newcomers, he deserves to lose It. It doesn't follow, however, that he can protect himself against the man who appears out of the past and claims bis own." "You speak as though the past had played you an evil trick," she said. He did not mince words. "Years ago a man came out of the puBt and took from me the woman 1. loved and cherished." "Your your wife?" she asked in a voice suddenly lowered. "Yes," he said quietly. She was silent for a long time. "I wonder at your courage In taking the risk again," she said. "I think I wonder at It myself," said he. "No, I am not afraid." he went on, as If convincing himself that there was no risk. "I Khali make you love me to the end, Yvonne. .. I am not afraid. But why do you' not ask oe for all the wretched story?' 1 (TO BE CONTINUED.) ber of vacuum tubes 'of glass, each containing ham, corned beef and cheese. Push the lever and a slice of bread drops out on the platform. If you want a ham sandwich, press the lever and a knife cuts off a slice of bam an eighth of an Inch In thick ness and drops It on tbe bread. An other push at the bread lever and your sandwich 1s complete. 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Pretty Domestic No, indade, mu 01 know pllnty av policemen Kb: w'u'd Just die fu.1 me. New Yoi Weekly. TOUCHES OF ECZEMA At Ones Relieved by Cutlcura Quls! taiiiy. i rial r res. The Soap to cleanse and purify, th Ointment to soothe and heal. Nothlti better than these fragrant stipe creamy emollients for all troubles i1 feeling the skin, scalp, hair and hanii They mean a clear skin, clean seal; good hair and soft, white hands. Sample each free by mall with Bool Address postcard, Cutlcura, Dept. X! Boston. Sold everywhere. Adv. Fable Up to Date. A counterfeiter was once welkin along a lonely side street when b was stopped by a bold, bad robbr The robber presented a large opei faced revolver and demanded coin. H got It about two gallons of lead tk lara freBh from his victim's prlvaf mint. Next day the robber bought hlmse an automate pistol of the latest d- sign, a weapon which he had long coi eted. He paid for the gun out of th proceeds of his latest haul and ij Immediately haled before a mag! trate and sent up for a long term o: years for counterfeiting. Moral If they don't get you d what you've Cone, they'll get you fc: something else. The Telephone Pole. The employer of a Polish girl b has learned quickly to speak EnglK tells of her attempted mastery of ft: telephone. AfJlT Its use was explains to her, Bhe was eager to answer ever call. A ring came and Bhe jumped I the phone. "Hello," came from the receiver. "Hello,", answered the girl, flushe with pride at being able to give th- proper answer. "Who Is this?" continued the volt' "I don't know," exclaimed the mali "I can't see you." Harper's Weeklj The Wherefore of School. Little Herman was a very backwar scholar and his teacher frequently lor all patience with him. One day, when he seemed to b-' more dense than usual, the teachr exclabned: "It seems you are never able to u swer any of my questions, Herman Why?" "If I knew all the things you as me, ma'am," replied Herman, "w father wouldn't go to the trouble o sending me here!" - Charitable. "There Is gossip about Ml'1 Mayme's fixing up ber eyebrow What do you think?" "I don't think they're as black x they're painted." Never Satisfied. "He gives twice who gives quickly. "Thnt's right. Those charity collet tors always come buck for more.1 The Mormon church waa organize at Manchester, N. Y., by Joseph Smllt in 1830. A FOOD DRINK Which Brings Dally Enjoyment A lady doctor writes: "Though busy hourly with my ows affairs, I will not deny myBelf tt' pleasure of taking a few minutes tell ot the enjoyment obtained dail' from my morning cup of Postum. " is a food beverage, not a stimuli like coffee. "I began to use Postum 8 years ag' not because I wanted to, but becau" coffee, which I dearly loved, made n! nights long, weary periods to be dread ed and unfitting me for business dur lng tbe day. "On advice of a friend, I first tried Postum, maklng.it carefully as !' gested on the packagV As I had ways used 'cream and no .sugar,' I mixed my Postum so. It looked Kooi was clear and fragrant, and it wai pleasure to see the cream color It my Kentucky friend always wante her coffee to look, 'like a new saddle- "Then I tasted it critically, for I b1 tried many 'substitutes' for coffee. ' was pleased,, yes, satisfied with Postum In taste and effect, and am yet being a" constant usor of It all the1 years: "I continually assure my friends an' acquaintances that they will like V" turn in place of coffee, and recel'! benefit from Its use. I have gln weight, can sleep and am not nM ous." Name given by Postum Co., I"1"' Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to We vllle." rn pkgs. Postum comes In two forms: Regular Postum must be e boiled. 15c and 25o packages. Instant Postum is a soluble V in. A teaspoonful dissolves In a cup of hot water, and with cre and sugar makes a delicious beveraC Instantly. 30c and EOc tins. , . Both kinds are equally dolicloui " cost per cup about tbe same. "There's a Reason" for Postum. j sold by Oroc
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