Claremore Progress. And Rogers County Democrat (Claremore, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 50, Ed. 1 Friday, January 16, 1914 Page: 3 of 10
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CLAREMORE, OKLA. P R O q R E 8 S
SYNOPSIS. I Mr.Dick's walking-stick. Mm. Dick
put her sealskin coat, and
l* I ' took the lintttrn lAnvimr ka... i.. .l.
THERE'S A WILL
£iJ^O!OBEIlT5 RWEHAM
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f« walking-stick. Mr. n,„u . Pi"!!!!! CQPYP/CMT As* «>***
S>SS1«: F£"? as?■— -
?!!!« n! 2 bS'Sngaged to marry a prince, * '
the iannf* h ° '.'rf old do<,,or who own*
ISlnim? . n,e Is left to a
??*5?*rao® grandson, Dicky Carter, who
•hi .iSP1*ri 0,1 * r"taln date and run
Iin.ii, ! Jm uoc« «fully for two
S°"}' the Inheritance. A cue
of rnumpM delay* I)lrk'g nrrii-.i u ** u_
®f,™u'np« <l lay Dick', arrival. Mr Tho-
curin* ih«0V*i "" ?bout ln h"P" of se-
'h Place for a aummer hotel.
vatled'nnnn I 'w""".h,rd ,uek- P™-
«-Ib l w fn i Van Al,tyn«. Wck'e broth-
and tlu«' i"l"l"« heir
-,.,i l: "■••'•■■"nine in* miasim
<'artaf^arHvMK# !.h* until
*l!hP S.M' °lck- who ><"■ eloped
rives y *oun«'' "later. Dorothy, ar-
I took a ihort cut home, crawling
through the barbed-wire fence and go-
ng through the deer park. I waa too
tired and cold to think.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER IV.—Continued.
'Wo were held up by the snow," he
explained. "We got a sleigh to come
over In, but we walked up the hill and
came here. 1 don't mind saying that
my wife's people don't know about this
yet, and we're going to lay low until
we've cooked up some sort of a
scheme to tell them." Then he came
over and put his hand on my shoul-
der.
"Poor old Minnie!" he said; "hon-
est, I'm sorry. I've been a hard child
to raise, haven't I? But that's all
over, Minnie. I've got an incentive I
now, and it's 'steady, old boy,' for me
You and I will run the place and run '
it right."
"I don't want to!" I retorted, hold-
ing my bedroom slippers to steam be-
fore the Are. "I'm going to buy out
Tlmmon's candy store and live a quiet
life, Mr. Dick. This place la making
me old."
/'Nonsense! We're going to work
together, and we'll make thta the busi-
est spot ln seven counties. Dorothy
and I have got it all planned out and
we've got some corking good ideas."
He put hla hands ln his pockets and
strutted up and down. "It's the day
of advertising, you know. Minnie," he
•aid. "You've got to have the goods,
and then you've got to let people know
you've got the goods. What would you
•ay to a shooting-gallery In the base-
ment, under the reading-room ?"
I couldn't be llght,hearted to save
my life.
"Your slater's been wild all day " I
told Mrs. Dick. "She got your letter
to-day—yesterday—but I don't think
she's told your father yet."
"What!" ahe screeched, and caught
at the mantel-piece to hold herself.
"Not Pat!" ahe said, horrified, "and
father! Here!"
Well, I listened while they told me.
They hadn't had the faintest idea that
Mr. Jennings and Miss Patty were
there at the sanatorium.
"The idea waa this, Minnie," said
Mr. Dick. "Old—I mean Mr., Jennings
is is not well; he has a chronic in-
disposition—"
"Disposition, I call it." put ln Mr.
Jennings' daughter.
"And he's apt to regard my running
away with Dorothy when I haven't a
penny as more of an embarrassment
than an elopement."
"Fiddle!" exclaimed Mrs. Dick. "I
asked you to marry me, and now
they're here and have to spoil it all"
The thought of her father and his
disposition suddenly overpowered her
and she put her yellow head on the
back of a chair and began to cry.
"I—I can't tell him!" she sobbed. "I
wrote to Pat—why doesn't Pat tell
him? Maybe she will think of some
way to break It to him. She can do
a lot with father."
"I hope she can think of some -mi
to break another Richard Carter to
the people of the house," I km tartly
"Another Richard Carter!" tbey said
together, and then I told them about
how we had waited and got desperate,
and how we'd brought ln Mr. Pierce
at the last minute and that he was
aaleep now at the house. They roared.
To save my life I couldn't see that
It was funny. But when I came to the
part about Thoburn being there, and
hia having had a good look at Mr.
Pierce, and that he was waiting
around with hla Jaws open to snap up
the place when It fell under the ham-
mer, Mr. Dick atopped laughing and
looked serioua.
"It's possible we can get by Tho-
bura," I said. "You can slip in to
night, we can get Mr. Pierce out—
U>rd know* he'll be glad to go—and
Miss Dorothy can go back to school.
Then, later, when you've got things
running and are making good "
"I'm not going back to school." she
declared, "but 111 go away; m not
stand ln your way, Dicky." She took
two steps toward the door and waited
for him to stop her.
"Nonsense, Minnie." be exclaimed
angrily and put hia arai around her "I
won't be separated from ay wifa. We
could go to the old shelter-house on
the golf llnka," looking me square in
the eye. (I took the hint, and Mm
Dicky never knew he had been hid-
den there befone.) "Nobody ever coea
near It in winter." So I put on my
slippers again and we started through
the snow across the golf llnka. Mr.
Dick carrying a bundle of firewood.
"i11*?1"* th* W|U« my lantern
We got Into the shelter house by my
crawling through the window, and
rJtLTT W and hung
tha laatern. It didn't seem so bad
«viJA acroM mjr bed at ■>*
0 clock lhat morning, but 1 was too
tired and worried to sleep, so at seven
1 got up and dressed. I put on two
pairs of Blockings and heavy shoes, for
I knew I was going to do the Eskimo
net again that day and goodness
knows how many days more, and then
1 v«nt down and knocked at the door
of Miss Patty's room. She hadn't been
sleeping, either. She called to me in
an undertone to come In, and Bhe was
lying propped up with pillows, with
something pink around her Bhoulders
and the night lamp burning beside the
bed.
I walked over to the foot of the bed
"They're here," I said.
She sat up. and some letters slid to
I the floor.
"They're here!" she repeated. "Do
| you mean Dorothy?"
"She and her husband. They came
here laat night at fire minutes to
twelve Their train waa held up by
, !nb'l?zard and they won't come in
tb*y 8e® y«>«- They're hiding
in the shelter-house on the golf llflks."
I think she thought I was crazy: I
looked it. She hopped out of bed and
closed the door Into her sitting-room-
Mrs. Hutchlns' (Patty's old nurse)
room opened off it—and then she came
over and put her hand on my arm.
"Will you alt down and try to i
me Juat what you mean?" she said.
How can my sister and her—her
wretch of a husband have come laat
night at midnight when I saw Mr. Car-
ter myself not later than ten o'clock?"
Well, I had to tell her then about
who Mr. Pierce waa and why I had to
get him, and she understood almost
at once. She was the most understand-
ing girl I ever met. She saw at once
what Mr. Sam wouldn't have known
In a thousand years—that I wanted to
save the old place—not to keep my po-
sition—but because I'd been there so
long, and ray father before me, and had
helped to make It what It was and
all that.
"But here I am," I finished, "telling
you about my troubles and forgetting
what I came for. You'll have to go
out to the shelter-house, Miss Patty
And I guess you're expected to fix It
up with your father.
She stopped unfastening her long
braids of hair. 8
"Certainly I'll g0 to the shelter-
house. she said, "and I'll shake a
little sense into Dorothy Jennings—
the abominable little idiot! But they
needn't think I'm going to help them
with father; I wouldn't If I could, and
I can't. He won't speak to me. I'm
in disgrace, Minnie." She gave her
hair a shake, twisted it into a rope and
then a knot, and stuck a pin ln It. It
was lovely: I wish Miss Cobb could
have seen her. "You've known father
for years, Minnie: have you ever
known him to be so—so "
"Devilish," was the word she meant,
but I finished for her.
"Unreasonable ? I said. "Well, once
before when you were a little girl, he
put his cane through a window In the
spring-house, because he thought it
needed air. The spring-house, of
course, not the cane."
'•Exactly." .he said, looking around
tne room, "and now he's putting a
cane through every plan I have
made.
Well, I left her to get dressed and
went to the kitchen. Tillle was there
although It was nearly eight
o clock, and nobody saw us go out to-
gether. It was still snowing, but not
«o much, and the tracks we had tnude
early In the morning were still there,
mine off to one side alone, and the
others close together and side by side.
Miss Patty did not say much. She
was holding hor chin high and look-
ing rather angry and determined.
They were both asleep In the shel-
ter-house. He was propped up against
the wall on a box. with the rubber
carriage robe around him, and she was
lying by the fire, with Mtb. Moody's
shawl over her and her muff under
her head. Miss Patty stood In tho
doorway for an Instant. Then she
walked over and, leaning down, shook
her sister by the arm.
"Dorothy!" she said. "Wake up
you wretched child!" And shook her
again.
Mrs. Dicky groaned and yawned, and
opened her eyes one at a time. But
when she saw It was Miss Patty she
sat up at once, looking dazed and
frightened.
"You needn't pinch me, Pat!" she
said, and at that Mr. Dick wakened
and jumped up, with the carriage
robe still around him. "For heaven's
™ !' .u?1, don t cry- rm not dead-
Ulck, this is my sister, Patricia."
MisB Pat looked at him, but she
didn t bow. She gave him one look
from his head to his heels.
"Dolly, how could you!" she said
and got up.
It wasn't comfortable for Mr. Dick,
but he took it much better than I
expected. He went over and gave his
wife a hand to help her up, and still
holding hers, he turned to Miss Patty.
"Y0U are perfectly right." he said,
I don't see how she could myself. The
more you know of me the more you'll
wonder. But she did; we're up against
that."
Copyp/offr <&z *
And when tho Dlckys found they
WHY CRIP 18 DANGEROUS.
'V* ■ ',d,'nl0 Catarrhal r«vwr
Caused by a Bacillus that Gener-
ally Leaves the Patisnt Wsak
Aftsr the Acuta Stags
Has Passed,
Hs grinned at Miss Patty, and after
a minute Miss Patty smiled back. But
it wasn't much of a smile. Suddenly
Mra. Dick made a dive for Mlse Patty
and threw her arms around her
"You darling!" she cried. "I'm
glad to see you again—Pat, you'll tell
father, won't you? He'll take it from
you. If I tell him he'll have apoplexy
or something."
were not going to be separated we had
more coffee all around and everybody
grew more cheerful.
Oh, we were very cheerful! I look
bad: now and think how cheerful we
were, and I shudder. We sat around
the Are and ate and laughed, and Mr
Dick arranged that Mr. Pierce should
come out to him every evening for
orders about the place-lf he accepted
and everybody felt he would-and I
was to oome at the same time and
bring a basket of provisions for the
next day. Of course, the InBtant Mr
Jennings left the young couple could
go into the sanatorium as guests under
another nam- and bo comfortable
And as soon as the time limit was up
and the place was still running smooth-
y. they could declare the truth, claim
the sanatorium, having fulfilled the
conditions of the will, and cdnfess to
wire "g* °ver the long-distance
MWe"' « Promised well, I must say.
Mr. Stltt left on the ten train that
morning, looking lemon-colored and
mottled. He Insisted that he wasn't
able to go. but Mr. Sam gave him a
headache powder and put him on the
train, anyhow.
Yes, as I say, It promised well But
we made two mistakes; we didn't
count on Mr. Thoburn, and we didn't
know Mr. Pierce. And who could
have Imagined that Mike the bath man
would do as he did?
After luncheon, when everybody at
Hope Springs takes a nap. we had
another meeting at the shelter-house
this time with Mr. Pierce. He looked
dazed when I took him to the shelter-
house and he saw Mr. Dick and Mrs.
Dick and the Mr. Sams and Miss Patty.
They gave him a lawn-mower to sit
on, and Mr. Sam explained the situa-
tlon.
"I know it's asking a good bit. Mr.
Pierce, he said, "and personally I can
see only one way out of all this. Car-
ter ought to go In and take charge
and his—er— wife ought to go back to
school. But they won't have it, and—
for a month, and as I'm responsible,
I d be glad to see her looked after."
"I don't want her here. I'll—I'll pay
her board at the hotel," Mr. Dick be-
gan, "only for heaven's sake, don't—"
He stopped, for every one was star
Ing.
"Why In the world would you do
that?" Miss Patty asked. "Don't be
ridiculous. That's the only coudltiou
Mr. Pierce has made."
Mr. Dick stalked to the window and
looked out, his hands In his pockets.
"Oh, bring her up! Bring her up!"
he said without looking around If
Pierce won't stay unless ho can play
'he friend ln need, all right"
That was Wednesday. In the after-
noon Miss Julia Summers came with
three lap robes, a white lace veil and
a French poodle in a sleigh and went
to bed In one of the best rooms, and
that night wo started to move out fur-
niture to tho shelter-house. Toward
daylight Mr. Hani dropped a wash-bowl
on my toe and I went to bed with an
arnica compress.
I limped out in time to be on hand
before Miss Cobb got there, but what
with a ohllblaln on my heel and hardly
any sleep for two nlghts-not to men-
tion my toe—I wasn't any too pleas-
was sitting on tho other side of the
chimney and staring at the fire. He
had a pipe between his teeth, but he
wasn't smoking, und he had something
of the same look about his mouth he'd
had the first day I saw him.
"Well?" he said, when he saw I was
awake.
That minute I made up my mind not
to tell him all the facts. Ho might
think the situation was too much for
him and leave, or he might decide h«
ought to tell Miss Summers where
Ulck was. There was no love lost be-
tween him and Mr. Carter.
"I'm Just tired and cranky." I said,
"so—is Miss Summers settled yet?"
He nodded, as If he wasn't think-
ing of .Miss Summers.
"What did you tell her?"
"Haven't seen her." ho said. "Sent i
But Miss Patty set her pretty mouth
—both those girls have their father's
mouth—and held her sister out at
arm's length and looked at her.
"Listen," she said. "Do you know
what you have done to me? Do you
know that when father knows this he's
going to annul the marriage or have
Mr. Carter arrested for kidnaping
abduction?—whatever it is." Mrs.
Dick puckered her face to cry, and Mr.
Dick took a step forward, but Miss
Patty waved him off. "You know fa-
ther as well as I do, Dolly. You know
what he Is, and lately he's been aw-
rul."
"He can't annul It," said Mr. Dick
angrily. "I'm of age. And I can sup-
port my wife, too, or will be abl.
soon."
"Dolly's not of age." said Miss Patty
wearily. "I've sat up all night figur-
ing it out. He's going to annul the
marriage, or he'll make a scandal any-
how, and that's Just as bad. Dolly"—
she turned to her sister imploringly—
"Dolly, I can't have a scandal now.
You know how Oskar's people have
taken this, anyhow; they've given in
because he insisted, but they don't
want me. and If there's a lot of noto-
riety now the emperor will send him
to Africa or some place, and—"
"If you really want me to be happy "
Miss Patty finished, going over to her
"you'll go back to school until the
wedding Is over."
"I won't leave Dicky." She swung
around and gave Mr. Dick an adoring
glance, and Miss Patty looked dis-
couraged.
"Take him with you." she said.
Ian t there some place near where he
could «tay, and telephone you now and
then 7"
"Telephone!" said Mrs. Dick scorn-
fully.
"Can't
Mr. Van Alstyns Opened the Door.
He
leave." Mr. Dick objected.
Got to be on the property. Look
here. Miss—Miss Patricia, why can't
we stay here, where we are? It's very
comfortable—that Is, it's livable.
They've got somebody to take —
Place ln the house."
"And father needn't know a thing
you can fix that," broke in Mrs. Dick
And after your wedding he will be in
a better humor; hell know its over
and not up to him any more."
Miss Patty sat down on the soap
er there are other reasons "
glanced at Miss Patty.
Mr. Pierce also glanced at Miss
Patty. He'd been glancing at her at
intervals of two.seconds ever since she
came in, and being a woman and hav-
ing a point to gain. Miss Patty seemed
to have forgotten the night before, and
was very nice to him. After every-
thing had been explained. Including
Mr. Jennings' liver and disposition,
she turned to him and said:
"We are in your hands, you see, Mr.
Pierce. Are you going to help ug?"
And when she asked him that, it was
plain to me that he was only sorry he
couldn't die helping.
"If everybody agrees to it," he said,
looking at her, "and you all think It's
feasible and I can carry It off, I'm per-
fectly willing to try."
"Of course," said Mr. Dick, "I ex-
pect to retain control, you understand
that, I suppose. Pierce? You can come
out every day for Instructions. I dare
say sanatoriums are hardlv in your
line."
She told me about ifrlss Summers
being still shut in her room, and how
she'd offered Mike an extra dollar to
givo the white poodle a Turkish bath
—it being under the weather as to
health and how Mike had soaked the
little 'beast for an hour in a tub of
water, forgetting the sulphur, and It
had come out a sort of mustard color
and how Miss Summers had had hys-
terics when she saw it.
"Mike dipped him In bluing to
bleach him again, or rather 'her'
—it's name is Arabello—" Miss
Cobb said, "but all It did was to make
It mottled like an Easter egg. Every-
body Is charmed. There were no dogs
allowed while the old doctor lived
Things were different."
"Yes, things were different," I
sen ted. "How—how does Mr. Carter
get along?"
Miss Cobb sniffed.
Well," she said, "goodness knows
Im no trouble maker, but somebody
ought to tell that young man a few
things. He's forever looking at the
thermometer and opening windows. I
declare, if I hadn't brought my wool-
en tights along I'd have frozen to
death at breakfast Everybody's com-
plaining."
I put that away In my mind to speak
about. It was only by nailing the win-
dows shut and putting strips of cotton
batting around the cracks that we'd
ever been able to keep people there
n winter. I had my first misgiving
then. Heaven knows I didn't realize
what it was going to be.
There was something on Mr. Dick's
mind. I hadn't known him for four-
teen years for nothing. And the night
Mr. Sam and I carried out the canned
salmon and corn and tomatoes he
walked back with me to the edge of
the deer park. Mr. Sam having gone
Grip Patient* Grateful to Poruns, th«
Expectorant Tonic
Do not make the error of regarding
grip nB an exaggerated cold. Ther®
1b a big difference between the two.
Grip is an epidemic disease that poi-
sons the vital organs. When a per-
son has grip, the air passages are
alUe with millions of bacilli poison-
ing the blood. The Infected person
feels tired and exhausted.
Peruns is a Tonio Laxstive,
It requires a good tonic laxative to
keep tho body of the patient as stron*
us possible to counteract the effect of
the poisons created by the grip bacll-
us. An expectorant tonic with soma
i laxative qualities Is the safest rem-
| edy. Such Is Peruna. lieu-are eg-
peclally of coal tar powders or tablets
because they lessen the vitality of ths
patient.
There Is no specific for the grip.
Peruna has been used with good
success In former grip epidemics. In-
dications, point to the return of grlo
this winter.
Do not fall to read the experience
of former grip patients with Peruna.
Mrs. Gentry Gates, 8219 first Ave
East Lake, Ala., writes: "I had a
bad case of grip. I tried Peruna and
It cured ine. X can safely suy It Is a
fine medicine."
Mrs. Charles B. Wells. Sr.. 239
flouth St., Delaware. Ohio, writes-
After a severe attack of la grippe i
tonic." "a and f0Und " * *o°0
Ask Your Druggist tor Free Peruna
Lucky Day Almanac for 1914.
In the Spotlight.
Mrs. Grammercy—I thought your di-
vorce case was coming up this month?
Mrs. Park—I had my lawyers get a
postponement, because my new gowns
wouldn't be finished in time.—Judge.
u-roJ,Tporta1t.?° Mothers
Mr. Pierce Wae Staring at the Fire. CASTORll, aYaVand sure remedy* f«
her a note that I was understudying \ n"! ^ chUdrlD' and that II
a man named Carter and to mind to „
pick up her cues." Signature of
"It's a common enough name" I In Use Por Over 30*Year«i
J"? *1° had llghted hl8 pip® again I Children Cry for Fletcher's Caatorig
and had dropped forward, one elbow I
on his knee, his hand holding the bowl
of his pipe, and staring Into the fire.
He looked up when I closed and
locked the paptry door.
"I've just been thinking," he re-
marked, "here we are—a group of
Couldn't Name All Children.
The father of 30 children is the
proud distinction of a postofflce em-
ploye of Bissen in Prussia. No. 3()
arrived a few days ago, and as they
I j ~«
are plain enough and mercenary '
enough, although a certain red-haired I _. , *
girl with a fine loyalty to an old doc- <3 B|t'nfl on Germs.
tor and a sanatorium is carrying me °'le ,old a certain young wo-
along with her enthusiasm. And Van j man' 8ays tbe 0rIeans Progress-Ex-
Alstyne's motives are clear enough— ' an?iner' tllat the family physician had
and selfish. Carter Is merely trying to 1 881 th.at there were thousands of
save his own skin—but a girl like Miss ln ice cream. "And all the
Pat—Miss Jennings." j "me,' ran her comment, "I thought
"There's nothing uncertain about th<?y Were just strawberry seeds."
what she wants, or wrong either," I
Now, I said, when we were out of
ear-shot, "spit it out I've been expect,
Ing It."
..a LlBtfn' Minnle" he answered.
Something's got to be done, and done
soon. If you want the plain truth
. 1 j er Summers and I used to be
friends—and—well, she's suing me for
breach of promise. Now for heaven's
sake, Minnie, don't make a fuss—"
But my knees wouldn't hold me. I
dropped down ln a snow-drift and cov-
ered my face.
retorted. "She's right enough. The
family can't stand a scandal Just now
with her wedding so close."
He smiled and got up, emptying his
pipe.
Nevertheless, oh, Minnie of the
glowing hair and heart." he said. "Miss —
Jennings has disappointed me.' You a Bet «/
.ee l belleve in marrying for love." Matron-Baby is cry!^' Marv I
Love! I was disgusted. "Don't | expect he wants his botUe 1
Love Is the Mary—I just give it to 'im, mum.
silly Matron—Did you?
Think What They Say?
He—I like to hear a man say what
he thinks.
She—But people say what they
think generally think such disagree-
able things.
CHAPTER VI.
I dragged myself back to the spring-
house and dropped ln front of tbe fire
What with worry and no sleep and
now this new complication I was dead
as yesterday's newspaper. I Bat there
on the floor with my hands around my
knees, thinking what to do next
When I opened my eyes Mr. Pierce
talk to me about love!
shelter-house, upsetting ev-
erybody's plans, while their betters
have to worry themselves eick and
carry them victuals."
He got up and began to walk up and
down the spring-house, scowling at
the floor.
Then picking up his old cap he
opened the door. Miss Patty herself
was coming up the path.
She was flushed from the cold air
and from hurrying, and I don't know
that I ever saw her look prettier.
When she came Into the light we
could both see that she was dressed
for dinner. Her fur coat was open at
the neck, and she had only a lace scarf
over her head
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PTV*** "d Mr. Dick
—« y b«k one to
JJJ 111 • ««« « *— Mm Dick
a woman woald hare
-he saw him lift .
and take out a rmmtj tia basin, a cake
of soap, a moldy towel, a can of^aT
dtoeo. a tooth-brash and a robber con
rtago robe to lay over the isflm ao-
tho hole la the roof. Bat It*
hoeo my eaperloww that tho am few
doyo of married life woma m ^
DacMou they waat to be aod after
«kot 1«""M they have to ho.
* wWe 1 M| tfes.
^ « ■nog hox la froot of tho
Hot Pet I" She Said, Horrified. "And
Fatherl Here!"
fitting tho beef tea ready for tbe day,
bat none of the rest was around. "Til-
Uo," 1 said, "can yon trust me?"
She looked up from her beef.
"Whether I can or not, X always
have," oho answered.
,„ TeU'tnUt r®"7 That's more
to tho point"
She put do we her kalfo and
0Ter to «>«. with hor heads 00 her hip*
"Tillle, I doat want you to ask ne
ony questions, bet I want four raw
•ggs In a basket, a pot of coffee and
cream, some fruit It you caa get It
whoa tho chef unlocks tho refrigerator
room, aod broad and batter. They caa
■ahe their own toast"
-Theyr ahe said, with hor moath
B«l «M.t explain any mora I
scribbled a aoto to Mr. Vaa A Is true,
t^ whot hag k^p^
box.
"We might carry It off," she said.
ir I could only go back to town! But
father le In one of his tantrums, and
he won't go, or let me go. The idea!—
with Aunt Honoria on the long-dis-
tance wire every day. having hyster-
ics, and my clothes waiting to be tried
on and everything. I'm desperate."
I put the eggs on a platter and
poured the coffee, and we all sat
around the soap box and ate.
Everybody relt better for tbe meal
snd we were sitting there laughing
sad talking and very cheerful when
Mr. Van Alstyne opened the door and
looked ln. His face was stern, but
when he saw us. with Miss Patty on
her knees toasting a piece of bread
and Mr. Dicky panning the tin basin
Anger bowl, he stopped scowling
and looked amused.
-They're here, Sallle," he called to
Wn wife, and they both came in, cov^
ored with snow, and wo bad coffee and
eggs all over agala.
Mr.
Won, they stayed for an hour, aad
r. Baa talked himself black la the
wyahMtt.
. Eh—°h' we" no' hardly," he Bald;
"I've tried everything else. I believe
It can't be worse than carrying a
bunch of sweet peas from garden to
garden."
Mr. Dick stopped walking and
turned suddenly 10 stare at Mr. Pierce.
"8weet—what?" he said.
Everybody else was talking, and I
was the only one who saw him change
color.
"Sweet peas," eald Mr. Pierce. "And
that reminds me—I'd like to make one
condition, Mr. Carter. I feel In a meas-
ure responsible for the company; most
of them have gone back to New York,
but the leading woman. Miss Sum-
mere. Is sick at the hotel in Finley-
villa. I'd like to bring her here for
two weeks to recuperate. I assure you.
I have no Interest In her, but I'm sorry
for her; she's had the mumpt."
"Why, you've joet had them, too,
Dicky." said his wife. They all turned
to look at him. and I must say his
expression was curious. Luckily, I
had the wit to knock ever the break
fast basket which was still there, and
when we'd gathered up the broken
china. Mr. Dick had got himself in
hand.
"I'm sorry, old maa." be eald to Mr.
Ptereo, "but I'm not la favor of bring-
ing Mlee—the peraon you speak of—
up to the sanatorium Just now. Mumpa.
you know—very contagious, and all
that"
"She's over that part," Mr
said; "she only neodo to rest"
"Certainly, If sha laat well, bring
her up." aald Mlse Putty. "Oalr—
wont she kaow yoar aamo la aot Car-
tar?"
"She's disci eUua Naalt* ■
■at b
GOETHE AND THE CHESTNUTS
Poet, With Righteous Indignation, Ob-
Jscted to Practice Thst Is Com-
mon In This Day.
Nothing Is more annoying In au-
tumn then to have near one's windows
a chestnut tree, the natural target for
the missiles of youth. Goethe, whose
respect for tbe rights of property was
only equaled by his love of law and
order, suffered considerably from this
annoyance. The Munich News has
just lighted upon a complaint made
by the poet to the corporation of Wei-
mar during his stay In that city. He
wrltea:
"At the edge of the fields is a row
of Spanish chestnut treee. and as soon
as tbe chestnuts begin to ripen the
children bombard the trees with
stones without any concern for the
paiiers-by. Nor do they confine their
attentions to the treea In tbe road.
They throw cabbagee and sticks at
our fruit trees, so that tbe owner*
move about their own gardens ln ter-
ror or their lives and begin to despair
of ever garnering their crop of fruit.
Worse still, this outrageous conduct
goea oa la the depths of wiater. whoa
thfrs la aot a single fruit on tho
rmikMsMta*
Its Advantage,
"I want to get a certificate of mem-
bership in a Wanderlust club."
"Well, that is one society where you
can be in good standing when you get
your walking papers.''
Mr. Grlmstone Squelched.
Mr. Grimstone—"I don t see why you
I wear those ridiculously big sleevea
| when you have nothing to till them."
Mrs. Grimstone—"Do you fill your silk
hat?"
SELF DELUSION.
Many People Deceived by Coffee.
We like to defend our indigencies
and habits even though we may be
convinced of their actual harmfulness.
A man can ^mvince himself that
whiskey is good for him on a cold
morning, or beer on a hot summer day
-when he wants the whiskey or beer.
Its the same with coffee. Thou-
sands of people suffer headache and
nervousness year after year but try to
persuade themselves tile cause i8 not
coffee—because they like coffee
"While yet a child I commenced
cite the young rascals' cupidity. Po- usin.8 coffee and continued it," writes
llceman Lenger. to whom I have a „Vis man "until 1 was a regular
shown some of tho stones that fell on 1 co"ee fleml 1 drank It every morning
my lawn, will bear me out" and in consequence had a blinding
Goethe never acted precipitately. In headache nearly every afternoon.
this case be refrained from sending ln Mv folks thought it was coffee that
his complaint immediately, and to add a"ed me" but 1 'ilted and would not
weight to his representations kept the admit il was 'he cause of my trouble,
letter back till new outrages had been 80 1 8tuc,t to coffae and the headaches
committed, when he eent it with this "tUck t0 me
postscript added: "Finally, the folks stopped buying
"I may sdd that this Is a matter of and brou«ht home some Postum.
general Interest, and I can prove it A V"e> ni8'lp U r'sht (directions ou
I was leaving my garden yesterday t« p g 1 and t0,d me to see what differ-
the field gate to remonstrate with jncf wou!d n,ake with my bead, and
some sacrilegious young ruffians sev- dnnng that first week on Postum my
eral peasants who were on their way pd affl,c,ion di<l not bother me once,
home from working ln their cabbage that dav to t*1'3 we have used
fields Joined their voices to mine and no'hing but Postum in place of coffeo
told me that It was Impossible to pass ~beadaches are a thing of tbe past
along this road, which Is the only way Wbole family Is In fine health."
to the fields, without Incurring real . Tostum looks good, smells good,
danger." tastes good, is good, and does good to
________ , the hole body."
Hen Foliage. Name given by Postum Co., Battio
A young Boston college woman was Cre"k' Mich Read "The Road to Well-
following the suburbanite about bis 1,1 pk?,L
place and doing her best to show her Postum now comes In two forms-
fnll appreciation of the semi-rural Re9u,ar Postum—must be well
beauty of tbe establishment On vWt- I
Jng the henysrd ohe became enrap- 1 „ ln,tJnt P«tum-is a soluble pow-
t®rod. Oae ben waa unusually well I, A teaspoonful dissolves quickly
®o*ked. "Oh!" tho yoaag woman e«- , rnp of ^ot water and with crei
ctamet •nthusiaotleally; "what buaa- ?Dd tug*r' Iw,ke« * delicious bevera
t*fhl fWlago thai haa had* I hwuaMy. Grocers sen both ktafe
I "There's a Roaaaa~ lor Postum.
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