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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1926-09-02, Page 6Is not equalled by i n other, tea. Folding, the Flocks. Shepherds all, and Maidens fair, Fold your Flocks up; for the Air 'Gins to' thicken, :and the Sun Already his great course+hath run. See the DewrdrOna how.they kiss Every little Flower that le: ILangicg on their -Velvet Heads, Like a Rope of Cristal Beads. Let one Eye his watches keep, ° While the other Eye doth sleep; So shall: yds good Shepherds prove And deserve your Master's love, Now, geed night! may Sweetest Slum. ,A,nd soft Silenbe fall in numbers On your Eye -lids• So, farewell; Thus' I end my Evening knell. -John 'Fletcher. 'The, Port of Saint John. Steep 'streets and the ringing of church bells; the distant sea; sunset, 'and the iovely' irregular'linee'of mantis. ' and' spars! find ragging; the...view of a 'hazy 'hill'topped-by a niartell° tower; -theme' are some of my pictures' of, Saint John.' ' An old town long ago linked by trade relations with the West Indies, a port filled with foreign: sailors,: it contains bales of romance never yet unpacked... . . When this city plays the, pageant of her past she will have nearly every.romantie element of the early days to draw front.. . . Four years before Quebec was founded, Champlain cast anchor at the mouth of the river and' christened the region -'in honor of the saint whose day it was. That was on the 24th of June, 1604. . As remembrance, the permanent pic- tures of Saint John have to do with her unique setting.. . Always' the. land has been harassed by the tides of the- Bay of Fundy; murmuring, menacing, . . . tides, full of mystery. . . She can• transport you ' on a morning's drive through Rockwood Park, to Scottish hills and gemlike Takes. An hour ^later you are.' on the :Atlantic seaboard, facing dancing waves, or else black rocks and !away sands if -the tide is out. The fascina- tion of her rivers 18 inexhaustible.. . I thought of. Bliss Carman and his love for his "port of heroes;""the barren reaches by the tide," "the long dykes with uneasy foam,""the marshes full of the sea." Footsteps of beauty haunt one:. here, partly because his 1 poetry had haunted one's ohtldhood, In de- - parting we journeyed with him- - Past the light -hones,. peat the nun - buoy, Past the crimson rising, sun, -There are- dreams go down the har- bour With the tall ships ofaaint John. -Katherine Hale, in "Canadian Cities of Romance." �� :fl'.YpBrEd�➢a.7%r�e 1152 PLAITS AND LACE EFFECTIVE FOR DAYTIME DRESSES. Fashion dictates stress the import. ance of the plaited frock, and . since plaits are so smart, this little frock takes full advantage of_thi3 fact, and joins groups of plaits front and back to a round yoke, Fashion also dictates' the use of .much lace, and wide bands of insertion serve as a trimming for the front and lower edge of the skirt, as: well as fashioning the round yoke. The long full, sleeves are gathered into narrow wristbands,'. and a.atring .belt girdles the fee* at, the hip line. No. 1152 is in sizes 10,18 and 20 years. Size 18 requires 8% yards 80-inch•ma- terial, With 3'I4 yards wide lace inser- tion, and 4 yard allover lace for yoke. Price 20 cents. - The secret of distinctive dress lies in good taste rather than a lavish ex- penditure a money, Every woman should want�to make her awn clothes, and the home dressmaker -will .fled the designs illustrated in our new Fashion Book to bo practical and' simple, yet maintaining the spirit of the mode of the moment. Price- of the book 10 cents the copy. HOW TO 'ORDER PATTERNS. Wal Where on_`the wrh lows -.lea And' fiing averyedetasyot-gre'en Dovn-Lho'idim crystal; and .the chest nut trso "` dniires acre large;ieat.ed sYtado}q, swift',"ttnd .free, A water ousel came, with such a dlght BY ARTHU 12 Ii. REEVE. As archangels might envy, Sort and bright "'"" -'-�'Upon a water:kissing' bough she fit; 3 And washed and fire c, -ad Tiei, sliver; <. CHAPTER XIS:-(Cont'd.) the tires but the shots went wild as breast, though it Kennedy quietly stepped out front the car careened crazily. The gray Was dazzling fair-beiore. Then twit - the protection of the bathhouses. I racer was now off .in a moment. We taring thought he was about to saunter_casu hexi lmastlhad,Dick ckesafe, and he had she sand, sail made obeisance to the ally _down the dock. suddenly 'sexing y ;7pririg'. into life 'and literally, with our back- name. Dick ,was Still prisoner, but And in the wavering amber, at liar feet ing,; snatch Dick from the very hands on. the land. -' Her isthe shadow,verig with obedience ofbe his s plats:' In Pact, it may have The tuned andder from the picked up the sailoroe ill meet, been happening to' glance up, swimming off shore' and chugged Made her quid., imitative curtsies, too. caught a full shot of Kennedy. Dick away, as Easton dragged himself on Maybe she dreamed a nest, ,so sate and must have known more than the, rest the and. - ,dear, of us. He did not betray, by Wofd or - Cilaig, Ken and; myself sat' ,down -Where the' lteon spray leaps whitely muscle what he had seen. His mind with Easton at he stretched 'out in to the weir. must have .worked fast. This was the :the: sun on the, bulkhead to dry. ;There She hoar@. a'. presage 'in the. ancient tfine, if ever, to make his getaway, was no" use•to pursue. ,By the time wethunder re .t e arrival o t r thegrayracer might ha'Ve . • the silken a and to be outnumbered. Without warning Dick rose, poised of food ;country roads about the Bin- Makes preparationasas she deems most an instant the 'IwTow that vie know' about this right, ' , • and leaped. transfer of Dick' to the land" corn Man' overboard!' sung out the man ilepurifylrjg what before was white at the tiller, 'as'the other was tying siderde Craigs I doubt very much `Against he, day when, like abeaute up -at the dock. : whether they will. keep him' here. dream, We now emerged from hiding, all. Their next- move will.be to transfer There' was' no, use in keeping under• him either :to the 'Scooter' "again or Two little onsets shall fly with her down stream,' cover now..' Besides, interested were some other boat, I feel sure." He they in getting Dick that they did not looked about and his;eye rested on the And even the poor, dumb shadow=bird, see us anyhow, ' Inn with its large fiat roof. "That shall flit My heart was in my- mouth: Dick radio room up there where we were With two small shadows following aP= did not come upl • must be some kind of hang-out for " Where was he? Drowned? Had this sporty crowd of young peoflple,, his 'head strdck some s out about it and what goes on tttoohere. --a.-- Easton, �' pile, Had he aKonen gedy?own and had_ We' Easton, had.been looking at the witnessed -a tragedy?, It; wasnearly,a minute -that we were roof 'oath the aerial on. it. Heart and Head. in this:breath-taking• suspense -a11 , `There's. no user going back there . In tale mechanical and acientUlC age but Ken; our eyes 'glued to the spot. d " t they would where the lithe 'body of the boy, had disappeared. `There he is!"' -It was Ken and he was pointing some thirty, or forty feet away -from the spot 'at Which we wore focusing our attention.- Suee enough there was 'Dick, bobbing up, and strik- ing' out' trik-ing'out' with his powerful crawl for the "shore diagonally from the dock, headed for the' spot where the bulk- head ended and the beach again began. "I knew it!. Dick's the best kid. under water there is in the troop. I've known him to swim underwater seventy-five boards along the dock' at home, and they're wide hoards, too." befo h the car caused go our ca t Of i11 f 11 d ler small soul Made. a dozen turns, in the network' h seat of the tender, nac,e, p p -Mary Webb. unken rock or We must figure out some way, n an - as ng encs 'torts. we are apt to set, undue store, upon answer -any more than have done at the Blue Rooster. They've_things that can be expressed in horse - got to;:protect their`. thi tomers.,'W•hat. power, and to forget the thfngs that about that wireless"sictograph that can. only be .expressed by heart -beats. I've been consuiieg you about, Mr. ,fret it as still true that an ounce of sen Kennedy?" - tiraent 1s 'a greater force tha�i tons oP "Is it perfected?" asked Craig- .T,N-T., a,more'uubtle persuader than "hally. But it's practical." reams ot and argument and faultlees "Just ust the thing,' Easton!" Craig ex- . claimed.; "They do not know us yet -logic. Well go -back to -the RadioShack and The things that are, in Tennyson's get it, install it here and listen in on phrase, "icily regular" are just : as them when .. they don't realize it. "'splendidly null." Splendid!" The; truth is, - that we }vent more By this time Easton had dried out. heart -in • everything -home, politics, We climbed backinto -the car and soon business, even religion. The hard face were on our way to the Radio' Shack. 'is she viciods product o£ a hard heart, Back at •the Club whew Mad unsoftened by sympathy. It sounds Adams wasii v o stoppinglal - she had trite and 'Victorian' 'to say that "kind been tryingMRt vain a locate Ruth. .`Is Miss .Ruth &mut?t'" hearts are more than' coronets," yet it Coralie A a ms ' d turned at the voice remains true for all its, triteness. The s of Professor Vario who, was. coming path .of true•,conquest : always . `lies Int Nature's Backyard! The amount of•llfs found to exist in a quarter of a square mile of tropical Jungle le at Kartabo, British Gulona, is almost incredible. In ,one hour Mr. William Beebe, a naturalist, jotted down two hundred and' forty-six obser- vations on five hundred and thirty-six living animals. In that small area he saw seventy- three different kinds' of mammals, In the whole of New York tate-180,000 tunes larger there are-ohiy 81! He found also that the varioua birds were more numerous than in the Ari-' tish Isles, there being four hundred and sixty-four distinct species. By digging up a square yard of soil he came across a . thousand different forms of insect life. This dense , mass of lite -ranging • from -tiny insect -eating bats to the huge cow -like tapir weighing'9rundreds of pounds -ie the result of ages of; Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and sire -of such patrternaas you want. Enolose 20c in stamps or coin (actin preferred; wrap it carefully): for .each number _ and address your order to Pattern Dept., Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Ade- laide St-, ,Toronto. Patterns sent by return 'mail. Dick's ause had- been good. He had not only gained a long start of them in pursuit, but he had fixed it so that they were non-phased:and -he-had '.the advantageof all of the start. He was like • t submarine; you never could tell just' where he would come to the sur- face. Once they had seen him, however, they were not long in forming their plane to head him 'off. :The follow at the engine quickly cast off the dock and eterted up, in as quick a sweep as he cquld to head Didk oft from go- ing too far down the beach.' The other fellow, still unmindful of vs' started up the dock to gain the ' bulkhead along the shore down which he was go- ing to run to head off Dick in that direction. had n bit of The man in the tender h difficulty in spinning the engine, but at last he was off and the speed of the tender quickly made up not only for.,Dick's start, but the slight delay. It's s certain he would force the boy to swim inshore. Our part was to take care of the thug on the sea-wall : Easton; in hid regard for little Dick, was quite. unable to i'estrain.himss if any longer. 'Ile waited as longas , he thought was prudent. Then he leapt like a tiger at the powerful thug who was runni.rg to head oft D1ckt. Craig forged ahead now in the effort to get to Dick as he , scrambled out of the water on the beach. Dick wa13 strik- ing oti lustily as the tender ;decreased his lead over it. The Town of Violins. - Lombardy, 'where the silver poplars grow and musts is in the air . . ' . and the yellow- sunlight fails mime you, - in Lombardy; fabled and snug by a thousand .praising tongues, -- there brooded and hummed, werked and dreamed, a busy thriving town four centuries ago,-thp Town of Violins. Its name was Cremona, and the Heart of Music was the heart Of the world to the rhea who worked there. On ono side, was theeltiVer Oglio, on another the Adda;, on the south the Po swept by, blue -purple ,under ^the war. sky, running down, 'down,. ,'down to evolution, .as is also the pro?1flc; Vsge- where the Adriatic waited': for it. On a con rises a Un ]eT--rope, the other side Of the .Po were Parma ' tation th t ., p the j g and • ',Meehan, ld c,drte.i itig the year ,a away; ane courone over by a bridge' Protection for Spare, if one liked. , Owing to the two walla of the bal.. It wasaid this Town of Viol - loon Very Ioon.,tire, it is: important to use care • gr and "its name,.. . . from, the. in carrying:: them as: spares, particular- Greek, meant "Alone upon a rock" ly if mere than one, le this •used. If Avery pretty, happy Italian :city it the side.walls are rub.iing against any - was with golden light splashed sharp point .0f the tire holder ere the spare -a hole, will appear-in.the tire's most vital, part. The efficiency of a balloon the depends. upon the upkeep of its' side walls an'd necessarily are things- , to provide ,or greater fieri "bility, +,� ^Ti;rti That dellaciiiS favor of freak mintm!?'ivies a new. M1t.x . J. thrill .to ever' bite. Wrigley's i8 good Axidgood-for you, IS3U1 iic.11 --'20. down the porch. a through the heart. ' "No, Rrofeaaor; I am looking for I} ie balance we need. We sometimes her myself." esy of a girl in love, deprecatinglr, "Too, bald. I was going to ask her that she followed her heart rather than to about so little golf. You dams wort a "her head. The instinct is right. What eof something, Mrs. Adams. Can I bo of assistance?" •• is wrong is the lack of the right ca -or• "I'm worried over Ruth -and, that d action between the two. robbery has upset me." Wordsworth has a fine eouplot, one Mot t'houghtfull'y he tried to re of the most beautiful ib. our great assure her. poetic I•iterature, in his Ode to a Sky - "Oh, it's not the jewels after all, lark. The bird's nest is on the ground Professor," she confessed at length. —the solid ground of reason.' His Better to lose them a thousand times soul and his song are in, the blue wChalk to, have Oh, th go can't the dogslsten heavens --the free, untrammelled, in- to Year. Why why she n do and Joyand heart ' Easton? can't Easton do setting air of hope something with her?" expression. The poet puts his finger Vario . did not relish that much, 'unerringly upon the just balance of•life Easton Evans was his serious rival for when he says that the skylark is a Ruth. "I thought he -was one of the crowd," he hazarded. Type of { wise, who soar but never the e Mrs. Adams shook her head posi- elute of heaven tively. "No, 1 am sure he is not. I True, to tbokindred l p - wish,;if you should happen to see him,- and home, that you would tell him I'd very much ,,,, Thus it seems to me that the true like to see him." end of education; is to make men and Vario promised readily. He was wv very ingratiating with the mother of omen who are good to live with. ' the, girl he would like to win. Mrs. Whilst they are °indent, 'disciplined, Adams excused' herself and Vario orderly, capable, they are also pile started. thoughtfully toward the Radio grims of eternity," filled with the Joy-, heck. ma sense of emancipation' from the• I tueried with an effort to see how 'We 1:nd arrived at the Shack by this cold calculations of the brain. Easton was getting on. Iliad had no time and had let oUraelves into ,ins- In short, the path through the brain fear of that, football hero.But I had ma's laboratory up on second floor, leads to pessimism; the path through not counted on rnuckerism and his op� onent was a mnclter. The thug had once the loft of the former Evans' the heart to opttmisin.. There.isa boathouse over the hangar where ho middle toad between heart and head, andit leads to the land where reason ,and affection reign "like kings of Brentford on one throne. Holiday Hymns " actually extricated from his packet a small blackjack. Easton had broken the feria of the blow butit had struck ism hampered him: Nexthe had nian- housed his radio-hydroearop=ane, "The Sea Scout." Here in the parapher nelia 0f this complete radio laboratory. Easton hurried to assemble the parts' aged to wrench the thing away from of his wireless dictograph, the batter - the man but had not been able to hold ies, antenna, wire and so on. It did it. It fell in the water: I started to- not take long And we had just about ard-them. Easton was recovering stowed the stuff away in the back of Kennedy's ear when. Varlo.drove up. "Sorry you're leaving;' he remark- ed." d. "By the way, Evans Mrs. Adams just asked me up to the bub if I hap- pened to to pens see you gay! that s wants a bit but was groggy; as the thug,. perceiving me 'made a lunge at him. They grappled. an instant, then both towed into the water from the top Th e Quite a number of holiday haunts' in Britain are associated with hymns, For instance, it is said that the view' of the coast of England as seen across aiIthe Solent,by char""•a-banes riders on plunge bad quite re of the senw eviveason. to talk with you as 'eon at you can , .: I lanced over. thtlie nt their way round the Isle of Wight sug- had hd Etlie is man out of the running any- see her. I thought T d run over; that gaited to Dr. Watts his hymn, ".There is a land at pure delight:" The well hon.- and was striking out for the perhaps you were interested in some beach where Dick was headed. new work I ansdoing." known lines t"Sweet fields beyond the Kennedy was lee ring along to pull "What. is it?",Easton was fidgeting. swelling Hood' stand dressed in living Kenn t he, moment his 'feet touched He did not wish to of'end'Vario: who green" present a. perfect picture of the Dick ou bottom, Suddenly -a bullet clipped was likely to,bed"oine a big man in the Weans on ss bright summer day, and the the sand . ahead of Kennedy.' I ha-- radio field; yet tl Y imago of Death, 111111111 „l ecause i oU really ltve-with 'ollr Lace` Curtains, thetheij shouldd be rau,ndered in i VE�t hour of th see 'them. If they''have been poorly launder, ed they area constant annoyance. Lux laundering' will keep them true in both colour' and shape- will permit them: to drape in soft graceful folds.' Be careful to get the genuine —,Lux. It is sold only in packager- never in bulk. feverBrothers. Linitted Toronto L-144 r Ammo ONE LITTLE WINDING ROAD -- - One feels it must be winding still, that little road. That is an interesting thing about roads, like the brooks they seem to go on forever. As the wind sings along with them they seem to be Saying:' "We are going -We are going -and you can't guess where." This element of mystery is ono of the charms of the road. It starts from no- body -knows -where, and when - one chances upon it, it has been going for nobody-knows-how-leng. This one has hardly gone a quarter of'a miss fromthe forke when it sud- denly, seems to end in an old green wall running across its path, with waving green grass stretching beyond, dotted all over with tilting white daisies. When otic reaches this elbow of green meadows, sparkling with the gold faces of buttercups and wild mustard and marigolds, he finds a brook scurry- Ing curryIng across its pebbly bed to the old atone wall which stretches away up the hill, dividing the playground of the daisies from that of the butterctipa. Then all of a sudden one discovers the road again, stretching away to the Ieft, fieelied with purplish shedows .going arid coming, playing hide-and-seek front one side to the other, until they are lost In the haze of the two high hills that meet the . blue in the vista ahead. ,ere were man other like a harrow sea" turned. DoWnethe shore road now was roaring a gray racer! • ' I;ran faster.. Ken was now strap gling to hurry up to me,as _Dick's feet evidently touched bottom and he began to drag himself to shore, just ahead o2 the oncoming tender.. The tender 'turned not a moment too soon to prevent it running aground. Off at upon roof and street; the , musio circled: - p But Dick 'Wee • not'safe- not yet, He Of children's 'voices, and magical south- weal some fifty feet acme, the shore ern skies filtering through' • , This from Kennedynd had the from the year 1520 was the world's centre of violinmaking, the Town of Violins. -Anna Alice Chaplin, in "The Hear -t of Music," The Camp -Fire. Not the least of the charm of camp- ing is your camp -lire at.night What an artist! What pictures - are boldly thrown or faintly outlined upon , the \canvas of the night! . Every object, every attitude of -your comrade Is strik- ing anti memorable. You see effects and groups every moment that you would -give money to be able to carry: away with you in enduring Corm. -,How the shadows leap, and skulk, and hover about! Light and darkness are sip pet- petuai tilt and warfare, with first the one unhorsed, then the other. The friendly and cheering fire,' what ac- quaintance we maize with its We?had t r wassuch n 1 est tor: of u there e a m to • a g ele9nent, we had seloulz known only its dant offspring, Beat, ,Now' we see, the wild beauty uncaged .end: note its manner and temper. . . , By daSyit' burrows in the ashes 'and sleeper at night it conies forth aud_stto sipon its throne of rude" loge, _ end stiles the camp, n sovereign queen. -John Bur- roughs, in "In the Catskills," The Way to Read, Try to believe that Ito means some- thing; search lovingly what that may b e,-Carlj'lo- . more opportune. times to talk about radio devices. Still he wanted to be polite. - . "Whys it's -m my new Wave -meter,. a calibrating device go that amateurs careniere eaeily'flnd the wave lengths of stations broadcasting," "I should think it would be very 'dividing this 'world from the next seems to point the same way. There la a rock near' Land's End which is called "Wesley's Rock," for it is said that it 'wes there he wrote a' fa- mous hymn which contains the limes: "Lo, en a narrow neck of land twlxt useful," Easton was impatient to get two unboundoti'sons 1 hand. 'Anyone off. "I; certainly am interested. Who bus stood on •this pant of rock Would you mind'if I dropped over at . the station bo see it? $'ll ring -you x'11'1 test the. force of those lines._ The; best-known of out ' evening a an a seen su- nedy very soon. ' But just now is me h -mns, "Glory to Thee,; my God, this racer in batt --ship gray. Ile has something he wants me to y preaching help I h 'll eadon us if we night," is said to have been written' by sensetrouble..' " glace garden at d He started to run e p on ops you Zt Bishop Ken ill the p g n aon the shore run along? g The , gray racer swooped sett'.= the hard road on to the sand end came. on'down the shore; firing at Kennedy ahead as it rapidly overtook the boy and his .pursuer, .Who would get to pick first? •,, CHAPTER XIII. rice WoRt'7L1➢sa DICTOGRAPIi: Wildly; Dick was running in his heavy, •dripping clothes along the shore' gradually. forced down' toward the waster by the gray ,racer as it swooped off the , beach road on.„ the beach i'n,pursuit. Be could` not take to the water again without endanger- ing his recapture by the thug in the tender of the "Scooter.." Kennedy was still many fest behind. Dick acid I was even further away than Kennndy, Easton.'°waft' still' i water'tr in to h m in o ig floundering tY g mid the second' epi:or:thutlt ': One of the men in the gray racer. had slim ;ed out on the running{ board 'arid a �an in far out as Dicit ran was 'ening into the water as 'far as be dared. The racer slowed up an, the powerful''fel- dd board VT -Voted ul'a 'eci to the r ani' ba i 1. low on h_ n . Jlg � g scoop,; Dick up, struggling ut- weak- ened and breathless after hie long SWIM and the chilly: The dingy gray racer plunged on, thr'ouglilthe sand as the driver, gave it the gas it wheels spinning but the ntornontu'm carrying it on. At' last it gvned'th beach road.; Kennedy fired at it frying to get' samo'one up ttud; down, all day," "Cert in:y." It' wgs evident ,that wells, - the, ;beautiful little . cathedral the two. inventors- wee quite jealcus of each* other over Ruth.; Ken, ,with his -small boy's sense of humor, enjoy- ed it. "See you;, later." ` • At last we were off. "Sounded as if heereally thought that. would bo too soon!" chuckled :l en. - Easton silenced the boy. with a g;ance. He was,in no mood for chaf- fing. Our return trip to the Bienacle was made in retard time, for we must be there before :the. late' afternoon crowd began to "gather. The coast was:not att -clear as it had been the -first time. The waiters were beginning to gather. Graig singled out the head waiter and was quite convincing with 'Jlis , story thgt we represented. the"lnaurance comp at - les and, were inspecting' the' fire "and ightn�ing hazards of radio inetalla- tit itpined its al A Atufi y P illi F �e5.- ,.... ,_. - ti e 'th ori -� a �1i! , ,. R �9 .8 it - � (y,,!y ig :Tie :with.. whispe'iodhtj4pgtio kepi he h�a city under the Mendip OILS, Not far away, amid the same hills, - ls; :the "Rock of Agee" in Burrington Coombe. The rock is shown, with its great,cleft, in which the author, sheltering from a storm, wrote the hymnwhich is per- haps the greatest favorite of all. ,Many -motorists know the beautiful stretch -'of road between Gloucester and "Towkegbui'y. It was along this road that the poet James Montgomery• was riding with •a friend when be saw a 'man' sowing seed as they passed a field. Even as their earriage.rolled on, he began to, write a hymn, now known- •overywhere:— .. Sow in the"morn thy seed,,, 'At eve hold'not'thy hand; Te -doubt and - fear give thoai nc ,Br`eadcast,.itpier the' lend. f "Freezing" to Kill Calmer. A German scientist • has devised a method which'. he -Tains" will oure*p rosy. It consists ot."freezing" the die. eased thistles with ,carbolic .acid "snow." King'eColor for` -Navy.. I�ownat site rets 8 t I� .waiter budy'so that we Aright be free to do our qUicll \`vgrk on the roof. aTe be continued.) Who Was Oheated? cement did you carry up,the ladder this Ike '.'Say, Mille; Trow many palls of afternoon?" Mike: Sh-sir-I'm t ett!n' eveu. with the bods; I've been carryiee the A meandering rail fence, nonchal- antlyleaning against the green hanks for euppert here and there, its mellow, purplish -gray rails colorful with ripen- ing lichen beneath the patches of wil- low and birch, straggles along oueside of the road. It is hobnobbing with the high tifeothy and clover In the pasture be d gallantly supporting a gay heed yon , little columbine on a corner, and run• ning a race with the spreading golden. rod and purple asters, and silken milk. weed. Oa the other side, the old stone wall. hobbles along, tumbling down id• differently at'varioda stages, peeping out here and there from "behind elder and blackberry bushes, the ruggedness - of Its surface softened gracefully with a mantle of, clematis. Now and again old apple trees lean over its friendly stretches, Occasionally, in. open spaces first on one side and then on the other, quiet, gray -dimmed farmhouses beckon one to ehter.. At the top of a hill, where the road seems'to meet the sky, one discovers in the hollow below, snug- gled Into a bend, an, old sawmill set against a partially denuded wood with stumps moss -grown and crumbling away; with underbrush and logs ming- ling in lazy confusion over the brown loam. Long Steins of moss trail over the' ancient wheel, and one discovers again the little brook which so harm- lessly raced across the -meadow core nor, now quite noisily but futilely scampering along, trying, perchance, to. waken" again the echoes of the time when the wheel turned surely at its bidding.- Then, as if refusing to worry at this lack of response, it gurgles along over its pebbly bet, . growing quieter and -quieter until it slips be- neath an old: stone -wall into the cool woods beyond. As one tarries there in the peace and quietude, the little road runs steadily on, losing itself in a far -oft point where it meets the blue. And in one's thought it is still going -to that sorn ewh ere -one -won derd-where. MEN AND WOMEN OF TO -DAY sir 'Thomea'i Latest. - 4 well-known writer, has refused the Of all optimists', Sir Thomas Lipton Pulitzer; prize of $1000 awarded to him is surely^the chief," He is going to for his latest novel, reminds -Its of -.a have another shot' at winning the story that used to be current eoncern- AmeridaCup,'and despite the fact, that ing,him. ' the yacht has to be built with a view 1 When at work on a new novel, in or - to croseiirg the Atlantic, as well as par- der .to outwit unwelcome visitors It tiesli sting in the race, he remains for ; was his custom to retire to what he ever hopeful To add the America Cup called his summer -house, a sort oY to the `large collector of other WO,bungalow•llke building miles from any:' ing trophies he has acquired is the am- where, with two doors, front and'back bitten of his life. On the front door was this sign Cups, are not the- only things Sir big, bold letters: Thomas collects. He has a fine library "Ne admission except on -:business. of music, which is kept en special. No'busluoss transacted here," shelves at an aloe Covent in Arden.- sten the back dooras another, big was One moaning, retentiy, he instnccted slgv, which read:' hissorvant t0 phoh " s c"u p the office and "'lad not enter wit out knocking, Da tell One Of the clerks there to bring net knock." hint Liszt's Rhapsody. Tie wanted it The King's Doctor's Romance. For, the first `them in the history' of the senior eervieo, theking'a color was recently delivered to the navy at the naval :barracks; Per toereutb., at tires; bat AU hour passed by, -and Everybody has hoard of the, King's then the clerk rang Sir 'Thomas pp- peeler, Lord Dawson :of Penn, but few "I'm afraid, Sir. Thomas, we don't.:peopie know that: lire'atoty01 his mat-' understand 'whet: it 1s yo9 re.rialto roads like a $rat•olaaq film re- quite- quire," said the clerk. 'Your servant mance: Soon after he had begun his says: we are t� sand you'a list of rasp- career as a doctor he was "walking, the berries, but we think he has mistaken wards" at tbo'London Hospital when this office for the markets . - an English girl fell 111• with typhoid A Fighting Finish. fever in Constantinople: She was thea The Duke of Abercorn, ,•etnce '1922 daughteg of Sir Alfred Yarrow, the m11 Go vvernor•genera'1 of Northern Ireland; Bonaire shipbuilder,:and havontor, and remarked reoentiy that a lot of trouble Sir Alfred determined to Bend Out a re- in thia world is due to, mutual Mister- liable English doctor to pull her Out of d'erstanding, in proof of aivhicla he told danger. the following story: _ - ` Hie o»bioe fell en young Dr. Bernard '. Two men were arguing about an, Davison, because, I am ,told, ho felt ch0vies the one asserting-quite,riglrt' that if his daughter should happen to ly, of course -that they were fish, ' tail In love with her doctor-ae se often "Rubbish!" protested , the other. happens in story books --the Match • e 'r•e flowers. i've-seem them grow-, ,evoulci be a aatiteble one, - thee . safe encu h; th'.,v did'fail'inleve, Sn •„ U e t. How wisely Alfred chose well � meat .Went ,on, firew. ;more The ,attld to lilowa, liolne out, -x; thlnlr, iu the happiness sok' 11 'Sed >flna Said Y heated, 1 a Lord Dri son' brit. Eventually, one et the monainoekod©fife marriage and I o d R s ape otherr, clown.' Then Ito caperod liant carer w 'r i3.. Qilpd his taller foe, waiting'for 111e1to110) Columbus's Mar to Be Bold, Noticing his antics the prostrate The purchase of a collection of man anddeuly sat up, the manuserlpts, "maps and documents newly awakened intelligenlight of a which once belonged to bhzieha ce crossing p`lbes,s hili somewhat battered face. : • "Hang it :all!" he cried, "It was capers I was:thlnkln' of -not anchov- ies." Keeping Out Intruders. Cohere:es lies 'been sanctioned by a royal decree of- the Stonish GoYe;n- incr-t, according to "The Dearborn In, den ndent.i' They. were In- the pot, session of the Duke of Veragu, a direct The bet that Mh:Sinclair Lewis, the ,deresetlaut of Columbus. i.