THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA.
The Real Adventure
By Henry Kitchell Webster
Copyright 1916, Bobbs-Merrill Co.
AFTER THE SUGGESTION OF MARRIAGE HAD BEEN MADE TO RODNEY ALDRICH, HE
' DIDN'T WASTE TIME IN FOLLOWING IT UP-ROSE SURPRISES HER MOTHER
8YN0PSIS. Itose Stnnton, student nt the University of Chicago, Is put olt a street cor In the rain after an
argument with the conductor. She Is accosted by n young mnn who offers help nnd escorts her to another car
line. An hour later this man, Itodney Aldrich, -a well-to-do lawyer, appears soaked with rain at the homo of
his wealthy married sister, Mrs. Martin Whitney, to attend a birthday dinner In his honor. Mrs. Whitney sug
gests that It's about time Itodney looked around for a wife. lie culls on Miss Stnnton, and what occurs at the
meeting Is described In this Installment.
CHAPTER III. Continued.
"Oh," she said, "mother's written
two or three books, and lots or muga
sins articles, about women women s
rights and suffrage, and all that.
8he's been well, sort of a leader ever
since she graduated from college,
back In Just think 11870, when most
girls used to have accomplishments
'French, music, and washing extra,'
you know."
She said It all with a quite ndora
ble seriousness, and his gravity mutch
ed hers when he replied: "I would
like to meet her very much. Ioinln
Ism's a subject I'm blunkly Ignorant
about."
"I don't believe," she sold thought
fully, "that I'd cull It feminism In
talking to mother about It, If I were
you. Mother's a suffragist, but"
there cume another wave of fulnt
mlnr alnnr with her smile "but
well, she's awfully respectable, you
know."
She didn't seem to mind his laugh
ing out at that, though she didn't
Join him.
"What about the other Interesting
member of the family," he asked
presently, "your sister? Which Is she,
a suffragist or a feminist?"
"I suppose," she said, "you'd call
Tortla a feminist Anywny, she
hasn't time to talk about It much. Tou
see, she's a business woman. She's a
house decorator. She tells you what
kind of furniture to buy, und then
ells It to you. Portia's terribly clever
and awfully Independent."
"All right," he snld. "That brings
us down to you. What are you?"
She sighed. "I'm sort of a black
sheep, I guess. I'm Just In the univer
sity. But I'm to be a lawyer,".
Whereupon he cried out so explo
sively thut she fairly Jumped. Then he
apologized and said the notion of her
In court trying a cose he was a law
yer himself seemed rather startling.
She sighed again. "And now I
suppose," she said, "you'll advise me
not to be."
"Not a bit." he said. "It's the fln
est profession in the world."
But he said It off the top of his
mind. Down below, It was still en
gaged with the picture of her in a
dismal courtroom, blazing up at a
Jury the way she had blazed up at
that conductor.
"I suppose," she hnzarded, "that It's
awfully dull and tiresome, though,
until you get 'way up to the top."
That roused him. "It's awfully dull
when you do get to the top, or what's
called the top being a client care
taker with the routine law business
of a few big corporations and rich
estates going through your ofllce ljke
grist through a mill. That's supposed
to be the big reward, of course."
lie was out of his chair now, tramp
ing up and down the room. "The thing
to beur In mind, If you're going to
travel that road, is that a case Is
worth while In a precise and unaltera
ble ratio to the amount of money In
volved In It If you question that
axiom at oil seriously, you're lost.
Thut's what happened to me."
He pulled up with a Jerk, looked at
her and laughed. "If my sister Fre
derics were here," he explained, "she
would warn you that now was the time
for you to ask me If I'd been to see
Maude Adams or something like that"
She smiled In a sort of contented
amusement. Then the smile trans
muted Itself Into a look of thoughtful
gravity, and there was a long silence
which, though It puzzled him, he made
do move to breuk.
At last she pulled in a long breath,
turned straight to him, and said: "I
wish you'd tell me what happened
to you."
And, under the compelling sincerity
of her, for the next two hours and a
half, , or thereabouts, he did told It
us he had never told It before.
He told her how he had started at
the foot of the ladder In one of the
big successful firms of what he called
"client caretakers." - He told of his
discovery of a real legal problem and
of the passionate enthuslusm with
which he hud attacked it, the thrill
ing weeks of labor he had put upon It
And then he told her how the head
of the firm, un old friend of his fa
thcr's, had called him In nnd sold the
work he had done was very remark
able, but, unfortunately, not profitable
to the firm, the whole amount Involved
In the case having boen some twenty
dollars. In other words, he was fired.
He told her how he'd got In with
an altruistic bunch the City Homes
association. And from the- way he
told of his labors In drafting a new
city ordinance, she felt that it must
have been one of the most fascinat
ing occupations In the world, un
til he told her how It had drawn him
Into polities, and then how after an
election a new state's attorney had of
fered him a position on his stuff of
"assistants.
In a sense, of course, It was true
thut he had, as Fredcrica would have
put It forgotten she was there.
The girl knew he had forgotten, and
her only discomfort came from the
ffr that the spell might be brukea
and he might remember suddenly and
stop.
In the deeper sense and she was
breathlessly conscious of this, too
he hndu't forgotten she was there,
Ho was telling it ull because she was
there because she was herself and
nobody else. She knew though how,
she couldn't have explulncd with
that Intuitive certainty which la the
only real certainty there Is, that the
Rtory couldn't have been evoked from
him In Just that way by anyone else
In the world.
At the end of two years In the
state's attorney's ofllce, he told her,
he figured he had his training and was
ready to begin.
"I made Just one resolution when I
hung out my shingle," he said, "nnd
thut was Hint no matter how few
cases I got I wouldn't take any that
weren't Interesting that didn't give
me something to bite on. I wasn't
willing to be bored for any reward
they hod to offer me. It's cynical to
be bored. It's the worst Immorality
there Is. Well, and I never have been."
It wasn't all autobiographical and
narrative. There was a lot of his
deep-breathing, spacious philosophy
of life mixed up in It And this the
girl, consciously nnd deliberately,
provoked. It didn't need much. She
suld something about discipline and
he snatched the word away from her.
"What Is discipline? Why, it's
stnndlng the gnff standing It not
submitting to It U's accepting the
facts of life of your own life, as they
happen to be. It Isn't being conquer
ed by them. It's not mnking masters
of them, but servants to the underly
ing things you want"
Sho tried to make a reservation
there suppose the things you wnnted
weren't good things?
But 'he wouldn't allow It "What
ever they are," ho Insisted, "your de
sires are the only motive forces
you've got. No matter bow fine your
Intelligence Is, It can't ride anywhere
except on the back of your own
passions. Learn to ride them control
them spur them. But don't forget
that they're you Just as essentially as
the rider is."
It was with a curiously relaxed
body, her chin cradled In the crook of
her arm, which lay along the back
of the couch, her eyes unfocused on
the window, that the girl listened with
more nnd more poignantly vivid con
sciousness of the man himself, the
driving power of him, of something
carelessly cxuitnnt In his own strength.
She got to thinking of the flight of a
great bird wheeling up higher' and
higher on his powerful wings. Sud
denly nnd to her consternation, she
felt her eyes flushing up with tears.
She tried to bInk them away, but they
came too fast
Presently he dropped short In his
walk stopped talking, with a gasp,
in the middle of a sentence, and
looked into her face. She couldn't sie
"What Is Discipline? Why, It's Stand
ing the Gait."
him clearly, but she saw his hanfls
clench nnd heard him draw a long
breath. Then he turned abruptly and
walked to tho window and for a mor
tal, endless minute there was a silence.
Something happened during that
moment while he stood looking Into
her tenr-Dushed eyes something mo
mentous) critical which no previous
experience In her life had prepared her
for. And It had happened to him, too.
Ills silhouette as be stood there with
his hands clenched, between her and
tho window, showed her that
What underlay her quiet was won
der and feur, and more deeply still, a
sort of cosmic contentment the acqui
escence of a swimmer in the still, Ir
resistible current of a mighty river.
It was distinctly a relief to her when
her mother came In nnd, presently, Por
tia. She Introduced him to them, and
then dropped out of the conversation
altogether. As If It were a long way
off, she heard him retailing last night's
adventure and expressing his regret
that he hadn't taken her to hlo sister
to be dried out before he sent her
home.
She was aware that Portia stole a
look at her In a puzzled, penetrating
sort of wny every now and then, but
didn't concern herself as to the basis
of ler curiosity. It wasn't until ho
rose to go that she aroused herself
and wuit with him Into tho hall.
There, after he'd got Into his overcoat
and hooked his stick over his nnn, he
held out his hand to her In fyminl
lenvc-tuking. Only It didn't turn out
that way. For the effect of that warm,
lithe grip flew Its fiug In both their
faces.
"You're such a wonder," he sold.
Site smiled. "So are y-you." It was
the first time she bad ever stammered
In her life.
When she came bock Into the sitting-room,
she found Portia Inclined
to be severe. "Did you ask him to
come agalu?" she wanted to know.
Itose smiled. "I never thought of
It," she said.
"Perhaps It's Just as well," snld
Portia. "Did you hove anything nt
all to say to him before we come
home, or were you like that all the
while? now long ago did he come?"
"I don't know," suld Rose behind
a very real yawn. "I was asleep on
the couch when he came In. Thnt's
why I was dressed like this." And
then she sold she was hungry.
There wosn't, on the whole, a hap
pier person In the world at that mo
ment '
But Rodney Aldrich, pounding along
at five miles an hour, In a direc
tion left to chance, was not happy.
Or, If he was, he didn't know it He
couldn't yield Instantly, and easily, to
his Intuitions, as Rose had done. He
felt that he must think felt that he
had never stood In such need of cool,
level consideration as at this moment
But the process was impossible.
Anyway, it was a remark Fredcrica
hud mode last night that gave him
something to hold on by. Marriage,
she had said, was an adventure of
which no amount of cautious thought
taken In advance could modify the es
sential adventurousness. There was
no doubt In his mind thnt marriage
with that girl would be a more won
derful adventure than anyone had
ever had In the world.
CHAPTER IV.
How It Struck Portia.
It was Just a fortnight later that
Rose told her mother she was going
to marry Rodney Aldrich, thereby
giving that lady a greater shock of
surprise than, hitherto, she had ex
perienced la the sixty years of a
tolerably eventful life.
Rose found her neatly writing a
paper at the boudoir desk In the little
room she called her den.
Mrs. Stanton suld, "What dear?"
Indifferently enough, Just In mechani
cal response of the matter-of-fact In
flection of Rosalind's voice. Then she
laid down her pen, smiled In a puzzled
way up Into her daughter's face, and
added: "My ears must have played
me a funny trick. What did you say?"
Rose repeated : "Rodney Aldrich and
I are going to be married."
But when she saw a look of painful
incomprehension in her mother's face,
she sat down on the arm of the chair,
slid a strong arm around the fragile
figure, and hugged It up against her
self. "I suppose," she observed con
tritely, "that I ought to have broken
it more gradually. But I never think
of things like that."
As well as she could, her mother
resisted the embrace. "I can't be
lieve," she said, gripping the edge of
her desk with both hands, "that you
would jest about a solemn subject like
that. Rose, and yet It's Incredible . . .1"
The mother freed herself from the
girl's embrace, rose, and walked away
to another chair. "If you'll talk
rationally and seriously, my dear," she
said, "we can continue the conversa
tion. But this flippant, rather vulgar
tone you're taking, pains me very
much."
The girl flushed to the hair. "I
didn't know I was being flippant and
vulgar," she said. "I didn't mean to
be. I was Just trying to tell you all
about It" ;
"You've told me," suld her mother,
"that Mr. Aldrich has asked you to
marry him and that you've consented.
It seems to me you have done so
hastily and thoughtlessly. He's told
you ho loves you, I've no doubt, but
I don't see how It's possible for you
to feel sure on such short acquaintance."
"Why, of course he's told me," Rose
snld a little bewildered. "He can't
help telling me all the time, any more
than I can help telling him. We're
rather mad about ench other, really.
I think he's the most wonderful per
son In the world, and" she smiled a
little uncertainly "he thinks I am.
But we've tried to be seuslble about
It, and think It out reasonably. He
sold he couldn't guarantee that we'd
be happy ; thnt no pair of people could
ho suro of thnt till they'd tried. But,
he suld, It looked to him like the most
wonderful, magnificent adventure In
thu world, and asked If it looked to
mo like that, and I said It did. Be
cause It's true. It's the only thing
In the world that seems worth bother
Ing nbout. And we both think
though of course we can't be sure
we're thluklng straight that we've
got a good chance to make It go."
"Even her mother's bewildered ears
couldn't distrust the sincerity with
which the girl had spoken. But this
only Increased the bewilderment She
hud listened with a sort of Incredu
lous dlstoste she couldn't; keep her
face from showing, and at last she bad
to wipe away her tears.
At that Rose came over to her,
dropped on the floor at her knees, nnd
embraced her. "I guess perhaps I un
derstund, mother," she suld. "I didn't
realize you've always been so In
tellectual and advanced that you'd
feel th.it way about It be shocked be
cause I hadn't pretended not to care
for him, and been shy hud coy" In
spite of herself, her voice got an edge
of humor in It "and a startled fawn,
you know, running away, but Just not
fnst enough so that he wouldn't come
running after and think he'd made a
wonderful conquest by catching me at
last. But a man like Rodney Aldrich
wouldn t plead and protest, mother,
He wouldn't want me unless I wanted
hi in just as much."
It was a long time before her mother
spoke, and when she did, she spoke
"I Guess Perhaps I Understand,
Mother."
humbly resignedly, as If admitting
that the situation was beyond her
powers.
"It's the one need of a womnn's
life", Rose, dena," she suld, "the corner
stone of all hor happiness, that her
husband, as you suy, 'wants' her.
Doubt of It Is the one thing thnt will
have the power to muke her bitterly
unhappy. That's why It seems to me
so terribly necessary that she be sure
about It before It's too late."
"Yes, of course," scld Rose. "But
that's true of the man, too, Isn't It?
Otherwise, whore's the equality?"
Her mother couldn't answer that ex
cept with a long sigh.
Ever since bnbyhood, Rose had been
devoted, by all her mother's plans and
hopes, to the furtherance of the cause
of women, whose ardent champion she
herself had always been. For Rose
not Portia, was the devoted one.
The elder duughtcr had been born
at a time when her own activities
were at their height As Portia her
self had suld, when she and her two
brothers were little, their mother had
been too busy to luxuriate in them
very much; and, during those early,
and possibly suggestible years, Portia
hud been suffered to grow up, as It
were, by herself.
She expected Rose to marry, of
course. But In her day-dreams It was
to be one of Rose's converts to the
cause. Certainly Rodney Aldrich, who,
as Rose outrageously had boasted,
rolled her In the dust and tramped all
over her In the course of their argu-
mcnts, presented a violent contrast to
the Ideal husband she had selected. In
deed, It would be hard to think of him
as anything but the rock on which her
whole ambition for the girl would be
shattered.
That night, during the process of
getting ready for bed, Rose put on
a bathrobe, picked up her hairbrush,
and went Into Portia's room. Portia,
much quicker always about such mat
ters, was already upon the point of
turning out the light, but guessing
what her sister wanted, she stacked
her pillows, climbed into bed and set
tled back for a chat
"I hope," Rose began, "that you're
really pleased about It Because moth
er isn't She's terribly unhnppy. Do
you suppose It's because she thinks
I've well, sort of deserted her, In not
going on and being a lawyer and all
that?"
"Oh, perhaps," said Portia, Indiffer
ently. "I wouldn't worry about that
though. Because really, child, you
had no more chance of growing up to
be a lawyer and a leader of the 'cause'
than I have of getting to be a brigadier-general."
Rose stopped brushing her hair and
demanded to be told why not She
had been getting on all right up to
now, hadn't eho?
"Why, Ju8t think," said Portia,
"whut mother herself had gone through
when she was your age: put herself
through college because her father
didn't believe in 'higher education'
practically disowned her. She'd
taught six mouths In that awful school
remember? She was used to being
abused and ridiculed. And eho was
working hurd enough to have killed
a cfluui. But you I . . . Why,
lamb, you never really had to do any
thing In your life. If you felt like
it all right and equully ait right If
you didn't. You've never been hurt-
never even been frightened. Yon
wouldn't know what they felt like,
And the result Is . . ."
Portia eyed her thoughtfully. "The
result Is," she concluded, "that you
have grown Into a big, splen
did, fearless, confiding creature, that
it's perfectly Inevitable some man like
Rodney Aldrich would go straight out
of his head ubout And there you
are I"
A troubled, questioning look came
Into tue younger sister's eyes. "I've
been lazy and selfish, I know," she
said. "Perhaps more than I thought
I haven't meant to be. But ... do
you think I'm any good at all?"
"That's the real Injustice to It'
said Tortla; "that you are. You've
stayed big and simple. It couldn't
possibly occur to you now to say to
yourself : 'Poor old Portia 1 She's al
ways been Jealous because mother
liked me best, and now she's just
green with envy because I'm going to
marry Rodney Aldrich.'"
She wouldn't stop to hear Rose's
protest "I know it couldn't," she
went on. "Thut's what I say. And
yet there's more than a little truth In
It, I suppose. Oh, I don't mean I'm
sorry you're going to bo happy I be
lieve you are, you know. I'm Just a
little sorry for myself. Here I stuy,
grinding along, wondering what It's all
about and what after all's the use
. . . While you, you babyt are go
ing to find out"
Portia began unpacking her pillows,
"Open my window, will you? There!
Now, kiss me and run along to by-byl
And forget my nonsense."
The wedding was set for the first
week In June. And the decision, in
stantly acquiesced In by everybody,
was that It was to be as quiet as
strictly a fumily affair as possible.
Indeed, the notion of even a simple
wedding Into the Aldrich fumily left
Portia rather aghast
But this feeling was largely allayed
by Frederlca's first call. Being a cele
brated beauty and a person of great
social consequence, didn't, it appeared,
prevent one from being human and
simple-mannered and altogether de
lightful to havo about. She was so
competent, too, and Intelligent (Rose
didn't see why Portia should find any
thing extraordinary In all this,
Wasn't she Rodney's sister?) that her
conquest of the Stanton fumily was
instantaneous. - They didn't suspect
that it was deliberate.
Rodney had made his great an
nouncemcnt to her, characteristically,
over the telephone, from his ofllce,
"Do you remember asking me, Freddy,
two or three weeks ago, who Rosalind
Stnnton was? Well, she's the girl I'm
going to mnrry."
And .so, the "real adventure"
of marriage begins for Rose
Stanton. You'll find the next
Installment of extraordinary Interest
(TO Bli CONTINUED.)
WAS MODEL FOR "PEER GYNT"
Ibsen Inspired In Creating Masterpiece
Partly by an Eccentric
Young Dane.
There are many models back ot
"Peer Gynt," nnd among them a young
Dune. Ibsen met the young mnn fre
quently In Italy. He was a peculiarly
conceited nnd affected young bluffer,
Georg Bruudes writes in the Century
Magazine. He used to tell the Italian
girls at Ischla and Capri that his father,
a schoolteacher In reality, was the best
friend of the king of Denmark, and
that he himself was one of the great
est men In Denmark. To prove this,
he often appeared In entire suits of
white satin. He called himself a poet,
but could find poetical Inspiration only
In the wilderness or In desolate, drenry
spots. He once went to Crete to write,
he snld, a great drama of tragedy. He
returned, however, without having ac
complished his purpose. He averred
that he could feel tragic emotion only
In the mountains, and lived In self
delusion and Illusion.
Some of his characteristics have
pnssed In "Peer Gynt." Otherwise
"Peer Gynt" Is supposed to be on In
carnation of Norweglun foibles. Peer's
lies aro not really falsehoods, if this
Implies the Intention to deceive others.
They are rather self-deceptions. "Peer
Gynt" has something In common with
Cervantes' "Don Quixote," and Is more
closely related to Daudet's "Tartarln."
Height of a Camera.
A safe rule In most cases, Is to
have the camera at such a height
that the lens Is about level with the
eyes of a person of average height
standing. This Implies that most tri
pod stands, all ultra portable ones, are
too short In the leg, as even those
which allow the camera to be at this
height only do so when the feet are
so near together that the stand Is
unstable. With lenses of short focus
It Is usually advantageous, especially
In Interior wort, to have the camera
lower, while with very long focus
lenses It may be higher to avoid a
foreshortening of the ground. In the
case of domestic Interiors, It Is Im
portant to have the lens well above
the level of a tablo top, as the effect
of the furniture seen from a lower
viewpoint will be unsatisfactory.
Blind Children Learn.
Here Is an original method used to
teach a little blind child her alphabet
that I hope may help other mothers
who have little ones a filleted with the
same handicap. Use the raised letters
from old felt pennunts and paste on
four pieces of cardboard. Dividing
the alphabet Into four parts prevent
the child from trying to learn too many
letters at once. When the alphabet Is
mastered, the letters can then be made
into words and put on small card
boards. The little one's touch soon
learns to distinguish between letters
and It Is Interesting to note how soon
it grasps both letters and words.
Warned.
"Robert," said his teacher, sternly,
'you ore incorrigible. I shall certnlaly
have to ask your father to come and
see me." "Better not do that, teach
er," responded the doctor's son; "pop
charges two dollars a visit"
empercince
!N01c5H
(Conducted . by the Nutlonn! Woman's
Christian Temperance Union.)
THIS FROM "COLLIERS'".
In a few. years the statisticians
ought to have some curves showing
what no booze really meuns to our
big cities. Under decent und good
government the results are stnrtllngly
similar. For example, here are Seat
tle and Birmingham In opposite cor
ners of the United Stutes, different In
utmost every detail of ruclui make-up,
business Interests, etc., but both tell
ing tpe some "dry" tule. About one
half us muny arrests, fewer piurders
and suicides, but more bank clear lugs,
less fire and more building, Increased
trado and emptied Jails such are a
few of the items. The drug problem
Is easier because whisky hasn't done
any subsoil plowing for It These
fucts, and more like 'em, are noted
by such papers as the Manufacturers'
Record and by keen business men who
wonder now why on earth they ever
thought prohibition would hurt busi
ness. (Probably they had read it In
tho liquor ads!) The sameness is
tiresome except to those who like to
note soclul progress, and to the un
fortunute women and kids who some
times wonder drearily how long it will
be before their homes, too, are In out
of the wet.
WHICH SHALL WE BELIEVE?
The liquor Interests continue to send
broadcast fulse statements concerning
conditions In dry states. This Is ono
of them:
"In Colorado 05,000 were rendered
Jobless by prohibition; they glutted
tli labor market; Industrial condi
tions became chaotic; wages were re
duced ; thousands were thrown on pub
lic charity."
The Colorado state labor commis
sioner, Mr. Alex Swanson, thus re
plies: "Prohibition did not mnko 53,000 Job
less. When the 2,000 Colorado su
loons closed some 10,000 persons were
affected. This number included bar
tenders, porters, waiters, brewery
workers, etc. They were quickly as
similated In other lines. There was no
glutting of tho labor market " Our
greut trouble has been to get men
enough for the Jobs. Wages have not
been going up. Thousands were not
thrown upon public charity. Perhaps
a few saloon hnngcrs-on were, whe
would not work anyway.. You will al
ways find such In any town. Ther
are more demands for men to All the
Jobs sin co prohibition than there arc
men to fill the Jobs."
WHY GRANGERS ARE DRY.
"Tin answer Is easy to give," says
Mr. L. J. Tabor, master of the Ohio
State Grange, explaining why the
funnels are active In the flght for
stote-wide nnd nation-wide prohibi
tion. "The grunge Is a constructive
forward-looking organization. The
first plank In the grange platform Is
not more money for the fnrmer, but
better men and women on the farms
and In America. This high purpose
leaves but one course of action that
the grange could possibly take In a
moral Issue. It must be on the right
side of the question.
"The grange, state nnd notional, Is
for absolute prohibition, not for fa
natical or sentimental reasons, but be
cause common sense nnd the cold
facts In the cose conclusively demon
strate that while the saloon Is the
greatest enemy of the church and the
home, It is also a great enemy of ru
ral progress, of notional development
and the best things in life."
CRIME AND ALCOHOL.
In granting probation to offenders,
California courts require that the de
fendant shall, during the probationary
period, "absolutely and totally refrain
nnd desist from the use of intoxicating
liquors In any form." If this provision
could come before tho mnn committed
crime, would It not act as a preven
tlve?
LIQUOR GETS NO JOBS.
No man ever held a Job because of
his capacity to use liquor, and no mnn
was ever given one because he wos
fond of John Barleycorn. Workers will
have to realize this, and their realiza
tion of It will be for their betterment,
California Liberator.
DRINK.
No reputable life-insurance company
considers the drinking man a good risk.
The expectation of life for a young
mnn' of twenty addicted to drink Is 10
years, while that for an abstainer at
the some age Is 44 years. Rev. L. A.
Crandull, Baptist, Minneapolis.
NEW SLOGAN.
"Beer nnd whisky,
They're a curse;'
We drink water,
Safety first."
THE NATION'S GOING DRY.
There ore now 25 prohibition states.
The District of Columbia Is dry by net
of congress. Alaska is dry by a 2 to 1
vote of the people ratified by con
gross. Including the dry territory In
wet states, more than 87 per cent of
the area of the United States and more
than GO per cent of the population are
under prohibition.
Eight states are In submission cam
paigns. At least two of these will vote
on the question In November of this
year, tho others In 1013. Ohio Is in
a wet and dry flght.
NO REASONABLE USE.
'Because some men use liquors un
wisely Is no reason all men should ho
denied their reasonable use," says an
nutl-prohlbltlon Journal.
According to the findings of science
there Is no reasonable use of alcoholic
beverages. The laboratories hove set
tled that question.
NEW PACKING PLANT.
Macon, In prAlbltlon Georgia, has
a new million-dollar packing plant
Tho property of a former brewlug com
pany is utilized in tho new enterprise.
iorsemo. "
Liniment
for general liable .""
For strained liR,meMl .
barnaas galli. nwew.y, ,nJ
oree. cute and any eaW,
it gives quick relief. ul4'Wn
A 25 cent bottle COnt .
times a. much a. theu.u?
ol liniment .old at that
At all dealers.
CILRRRT Iinos.i
JUUlmore,l
FERTILIZERS rol
MUNICIPAL xiSA
Wate f mm eltlM and town ,,.,
Boll.HtrwfltMwonplngii, (),,,," l
fcarmnm lake advantano t. t,i,u '."'J
Ladies! Send MelOrl
k...i.fl'llMl,l..k , . ,WV,1
17 U. a fidelity fluarnou B; JiJ
E .
There Is ulwnys i-uum M ,
fate Is continually taking t J
on me top.
SOFT, CLEAR SKINS
Made 80 by Dally Use of fcl
soap and ointment Trial fI
The Inst thing at nlsht and"
In the morning, bailie the fa
with Cutlcurn Soap una i)tn
there are pimples or daudnl
them with Cutlcurn Ointmnt
burning. rsotliing better thauM
for dully toilet prcpnriitlnin
Free sample each by mailt!;.-
Address postcard, ('utlciira,
Loston. Sold evcrywhert.-itl
It's astonishing lew f;:ti
car goes when you ure ni:
catch It.
Whenever You Nerd a Geoen!
Take Grove's
The Old Standard Gron'ilJ
chill Tonic is equally valuable tl
eral Tonic because it contains!
known tonic properties if Ql'R;
IKON. It acts on the I.ivtr. Lr
Malaria, Enriches the Blood a.
up the Whole System. SO cm
Quid Pro Quo.
"It's a raw ileal I pit fuel
"Well, ain't you giving merl
Kiiltlmore Anierli an.
One bottle of Dr. Pw"i "fc
will aave you mmi-v, time, w
health. One doae t:illclvnt. i;x-.l
Ull in addition. Adv.
Too Much Noise.
"Why did they exH It
from tho Ariel club':"
"Oh, for caws."
Their Predicament
"It seems that Hie
tlons on short rations arc
lug the usual order."
"What Is that?" .
"They ore whlnlag but oot
She's Found a Place ttisl
"Now thut we are nt
have to practice rigid po:
"All right, my dear, I W"'
lost yenr's hot this inoriiiDrtl
sure it will do again furtlN
A Babylonian Epit
In the midst of It nil, ami:
delphlu, a professor, is raln' l
Intlnir a IJubylimlaa eiilc. U'
fore him certain tablets
burled In Mesopotamia" P I
snnds of years ago, upon MM
time of Abraham, certain r j
nbiinnil rlinrneters were In I
many years ago the key to u-
acters was discovered, in
nn Inscription In two lanfJf
of which was known, nnauH
of the oueer chnrnrtm
emerged. The l'lillndil'Wif
has discovered that the 'j
nn rule noem. He Is
epic and finds it t he the stcr
unv In which a
tain, nnmcd Knkldu, m"1
from 0 career of tyranny
by the love of n woman. A -
linr u lilln the millers areW
anil wickedness, and tliel
limit nn the streets, lmlll!
(lent nfl'l
tniiiNlntlnir Into good I'M1'!
of Knkldu nnd his love.
w if f
ffiQM,
GOOD L
tained by
to the daily
a ration of
Grape
Goodness-ftf
lent Flavor
all found in ft
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