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Advemt o lire -asie The Forgiveness T.li a t Finally Came By Joella Johnson , r RISCILLA was think , inc. She had done a tot of thinking sine June, and ia fact before that, be cause the trouble had started long before the end of the school jpear, when it had finally culminated in John Crorier losing hii temper and saying awful things. It really began with the school board a rear before when they had introduced an "art" count into the regular cur riculum, which heretofore had consisted of only bone dry material such as males approve. But two women got them aehres elected to the directorship aad snodified this diet of solids by musk, art and a touch of domestic science. Kow, John Croiier, the principal of the largest school in town and known effectionatety to the children by the tender title of "The Bulldog," had barked characteristically at this change of form. "Just as soon as women take a hand ia affairs they let down in standard ARGARET stood in the open doorway, her books under her arm, earing thought fully out over the blue waters of die harbor. i "I know. Jack," she was i saying. Trot you must have a new overcoat aad suit for the winter. Of course I'd love td have a fur coat Eke Helen's, but I dont see how we can afford it this year. You know you ha vent made snack en the last two trips, and" "Oh, cheer up. Sis," interrupted her brother pleasantly; "I guess we won't starve." The girl sighed bat said sm snore. Her brother, having finished his breakfast, rose and stood watching her a moment. "Poor Sis," he thought, "ifs not the first time she's given up some pleasure tor me) and it most be lonesome for her Back EE first memoir of the brook was as her father held her up to the window to look at. k. There had beea a wild rainfall and it was raging ia its con fines. Even as she locked it leased the bank and came spinning and swirling toward the house. Her father had put her down hastily and there was everywhere bustle aad confu sion for a time. After that it was simpry a fort of her life indeed, the one stable thing ia it When she rose in the morning and glanced from her bedroom window she aw it before anything else. At night as she lay ia bed it sang to her. She played beside st as a child with other children. And once she came near be ing drowned id it But her father sav ed her ia time. It was always there, but H did not al ways wear the same aspect Sometimes CM jP A Lil"e- Vacation and f 'S--"dic-3 Vj W3 esrcF"-? Byways In the I iretfar aad Kya TrwaMc f 1 VU ANY nervous as well Sr-v s 1 as other diseases I. .TkA are caused by incor rect illumination. The eye is a subject of prime eon side ra tion In connection with our health and happiness. E3 hye fatigue spoils the dispositioa. As that is one of the conditions given for inefficient work, we find here again a reduction in efficiency aad a cans tor mora lots of the workmao't tin The first loss was sssrchanscaL (he sec sswd is pfayskaL Both, vhsa reduced to about 50 per cent," he stormed. "Sing ing, aad daubing ia washy colors, and wasting flour aad butter is all non sense. But. of course, I suppose it doesn't hurt the youngsters to sing once in a while, aad as for the cooking, I suppose a few of them may learn enough to keep from starring, but as fof art" Mr. Crosier shook his head emphatically. "It's all nonsense." And having is sued an ultimatum, bandog-like, he hung on. Mr. Croiier was never known to change his mind. Now, what PrisaSa had to do win all this was considerable, for she was the ait teacher, the one responsible for the "datsbbing In washy colors," the sponsor for certain violent landscapes and horrific sunsets of flowers the botanies did not boast, and of animals, species undiscovered. True, her own examples on the blackboard were al ways a delight to the eye, but when Mr. Crosier happened into a room where the art lesson was in progress, it was not these delightful examples that he seem ed to see, but little, struggling, dirty fingers tracing their awfulness on paper when I'm out" His thought went back over, the hut few years. After the death of his fa ther, four years ago, his mother, had straggled bravely to make a living for herself and her little . family. Having finished the grammar school course. Jack, unlike most of the young people of die little fishing town, was sent to high school, that he might be better fitted for the world he had to face. But after two years the strain be gan to show on the delicate mother. Her health broke down -and she soon passed away, leaving her two children in the care of an elderly cousin, whom they had always called Aunt Jennie. Aunt Jennie's husband was captain of small fishing vessel named the Marietta. After Jack's mother died he took the boy out on fishing trips with him and paid him a share of the profits. Margaret was now 15, four years younger than Jack, and was in the sec to the Land of the Brook for weeks it was a thin, gentle current, barely strong enough to bear away a twig. Again it was full bosomed, strong, resolute, going toward the river as if it were on its way to a goal And still again it was a mad, red, leaping, roaring monster that hurled itself over its banks and threatened destruction to every adjacent thing. She had a thousand memories of it Once she had dropped her doll into it and it had carried the doll out of her sight forever. She had paddled in it with her bare feet on the warm, wet stones. At those times it was friendly and pleasant But there was another time when she found that it had downed her iris and poppies over night and buried them under shiny brown dirt The house ia which she lived beside the brook with her father and mother was plain and old, yet solid and com fortable. They were poor people, but they had a knack of making the most of what they had. And they were singu larly happy. She grew tall and strong. a dollar-aad-cents basis, show a large percentage over the cost of the lighting that would be required to eliminate them As judgment is dependent upon per ception, and perception upon the sight thee the laborer, to be efficient, must be able to see fine details and small objects at dose range with sharpness and dis tinction, to distinguish objects at a dis tance with aceurary, and to have clear perception of all objects ia the interme diate space. a Coal la Ireland, Coal deposits di .covered in Iceland having beea developed satisfactorily, sciential s arc jure stifling deposits good for any number of problems in Vang or short division. Invariably the "Bulldog" growled and1 made for the door, much to PriscHla's amusement at first, then to her indigna tion, and finally to her hurt And in June the grand finale bad arrived when supplies had come and the principal,, overworked, overheated and tried be yond endurance, had called the crayons and paints "d useless stuff" in Priseilla's hearing. Then for the first time she put m a defense, and a stiff one. "Mr. Crozier, if all the world were deprived of the softening effect of art," she said, "it would be no more , an attractive place to live in than than if we aU had the same kind of dispositions f" And so completely dumbfounded was be by this rebuke from pretty, quiet Priscilla that he was for the first time in his life without a proper reply. So now Priscilla was thinking again of that day. Out on the links in the bright, October sun it came back more vividly than it had done for weeks, most probably because John Crozier ond year of the town high school. She was deeply devoted to her brother, and he possessed a strong affection for her. Their father's sister, who had a beau tiful home in one of the large cities of Maine had visited them during the summer, and had repeatedly asked Mar garet to go and stay with her. "It must be lonely for you, child," she used to say, "with Jack away all day." "Well, it is sometimes," the girl would answer slowly, "but I like to be here when Jack comes home; and then there's Aunt Jennie, you know." So she quietly declined the invitation. - "111 tell you. Sis," the boy said sud denly, "if I make good on this trip what do you say if we both spend a week at Aunt Alice's in Maine ?" "Oh, Jack, that would be great!" ex claimed the girl turning to her brother joyfully. "But" she continued, "I can't very well leave school now." The boy's face clouded for a moment Her mother said she was like the brook itself. There was the same brown in her hair, the same sparkle in her eyes, the same tinkle of music in her laughter. It was a fancy, but her mother was full of fancies and Helena loved them. She was IS when her mother died on a June night when the brook was sing ing its softest Something woke in her then a latent womanhood. She put her arms about her father and promised to he to him all that a daughter could. A year later she was alone. The doc tor said that heart disease caused her father's death, but she knew that he had grieved his life away. From somewhere came a woman, her father's magnificent sister, hitherto m dom mentioned a being apart from their humble lives. She filled the small house with her ample, elegant presence. With a finger under Helena's chin she studied the young, sad face. "I'm going to take you home with me." she said. , Helena struggled a little. "But the house," she murmured. Land of found on the Bear Islands, lying be tween Spitsbergen and Norway. O Clothespin of XetaL Clothespins not so long ago were so cheap that it was hardly worth while to pick them up when they fell to the ground. But things are different now and the wood from which the little things are made is so valuable that a generous sup ply of clothespin is a valuable posses sion. Metal has been called upon to take the place of the wood. The advantage of those made of mrtaJ is tiut liny are (tfaicaUy everlasting, himself was at the club playing and she had caught a glimpse of hire as he drove off number three. It was the first she had seen him since June, be cause he had been away all slimmer and since school began she had managed- to get supplies when he was out, and in turn he had evidently avoided a meet ing, not forgetting the reference to dis positions that had evidently gone home. Mr. Croiier rather prided himself on his golf. Priscilla felt it rather than knew it He never talked to his teach ers about his prowess, nor about any thing personal, for that matter J but if he didn't want it known, why did he keep three large silver trophies ia stately array across the top of his desk in the office? This was the first time Priscilla had seen him playing, and she was interest ed. His drive off number three had been a beauty. Then something happened I Priscilla had lost sight of the enemy, the woods and a rise in the ground intervening. She played steadily on, making long. straight shots that tallied into a then cleared as he asked: "How about the Christmas vacation?" "Lovely!" said Margaret "Then it's a go. Come on. Sis," Jack threw his oil skins over his arm and to gether they started off down the shore. It was a fresh, dear day in early Oc tober, and the brisk east wind was -making little white caps on the brae waves. Margaret stood on the wharf watching the Marietta starting out, her brother waving back to her from its deck. The boat was almost to flic point before the. girl turned her steps toward school. The sun was slowly dropping in the western sky and casting long, slanting rays across the waters, when the Mari etta entered the harbor the next after noon. - They had made a good catch, , and had taken the fish to Boston. "Won't Margie be pleased!" thought Jack glancing over the harbor to where their little home nestled on the wa ter's edge. "Not such a bad trip," he Mrs. IihdeU raised a haughty eye brow. "My dear child, this old house is little better than useless. It is un fortunate that my poor brother had noth ing more to leave you. As it is it shall remain closed until 'you are of age. Then you can sell it if you choose." "I shall never sell it," Helena cried. "Why, it was their first home and mine. I shall keep it as long as I live." "Oh, very well," replied Mrs. Lindell, with a tolerant smile. Mrs. Lindell had no children. This fact had prompted her to care for her brother's daughter. Perhaps also she had a regret that she had allowed cir cumstances to part her from her nearest kin for so many years. But she had married a rich man, who had looked down 4M her family, and the tide of fashionable life had borne her too swift ly along. She was a widow now, and Helena softened her loneliness. She gave the girl everything she could the best teachers, the lovliest clothes, the ut Popular Two pieces of metal are pfvoted to gether with a spring which holds the two ends comprising the jaws in a closed po sition. Pressure of the fingers opens those jaws, and when released after be ing in position will bold the garments to the line while drying, 0 iBSBeala, The production of ammonia in Ger many by the Haber synthetic process, ac cording to a German daily paper, rose from 30,000 tons in 1913 to 60,000 tons hi 1914, so 150100 tons in 1915, and 300,000 tons (estimated) ia 1916. An output of 500t000 tons of ammonia aniicmalfd ia lu17. cooisinuig iOO,- derfulty short score. Finally, being in terested In her own game, she forgot about John Crozier altogether. At number five she teed her ball, got her direction down the wide fairway and let swing. It was a beauty, a full two hundred yards but she had sliced a little, the ball swerved to the right and landed just on the edge of the woods. But just what else it did Priscilla did not see, as the bushes and underbrush were very thick there. She slid her driver into her bag, slung it over her shoulder" and proceeded to the next shot Then she saw! A man layprone on the ground where her ball had come .down. His cap had fallen off ancj lay to one side. It was the cap she recog nised first She had rather laughed at h all day. It had seemed so frivolous for John Crozier. ' But she didn't laugh now. If H was John Croxier's cap, it was John Cro iier himself, and he was hurt, most likely, and her ball had done it I Per hapsher heart contracted! Oh, not She couldn't think it He couldn't be dead. aoliloquixed, "Ninety dollars will be a good help toward our trip to Maine, and I dont know but I might get her the coat too." "Hi I Jackie," called a boyish voice, and Jack saw a small dory carrying two little boys. It was fitted up with a home made sail aad mast, and was headed for the point "Hello, boys," returned jack, "that's some sailboat you've got, but you better be careful. Don't go out too far." But this warning was lost on the boys as the dory sped over the waves. Jack looked after them and thought of his own younger brother who had been drowned three years before. The Marietta had just stopped at the mooring when Jack . noticed that the mast of the dory had broken and the boys, having no oars, were drifting helplessly out to sea. He jumped into a near-by row boat most advantages of die rich and cul tured. But Helena never forgot 'the past Sometimes when the dance music played sweetest she seemed to hear the murmur of the brook. Her heart went back to it even in the gayest scenes. She dreamed of it at night or, if she lay awake, she thought of it slipping by, a plastic brown thing, with a thousand scintillations upon it She missed it al ways, and sometimes she grew so home sick for it that it seemed to her she must run away to it and fling herself into its soothing current She married in her second season a brilliant elderly diplomat of her aunt's choosing. They went abroad to live, and for very many years she never came back to America. She was considered very lovely, with a superior taste in dress. She stood in the inner sircle of courts and was smiled upon by royalty. And her fame as the charming Mrs. Calvert came back to adorn her native land. But whatever she did, wherever she Science 000 tons of nitrogen; at the same time 700,000 tons of sulphate of ammonia (140,000 tons of nitrogen) and 400,000 tons of calcium nitrate (80,000 tons of nitrogen) was expected to be produced, the total containing 320,000, tons of ni trogen, which exceeds by 100,000 tons the entire consumption of nitrogen In Germany in 1913. , ej Bharpeas the Keedle. The length of the life of a sewing needle may be a trifling matter, but seamstresses and others making use of needles ia numbers known that they could rffret a eonsiderablcsaving if the inptiftd acedia point could be renewed. She ran quickly and knelt beside him. He was very pale and his eyes were closed. A couple of feet away lay the bat. ' Priscilla suddenly turned white. It was then that she knew. She under stood now why she had been so keenly hurt at his disapproval why all sum mer she had been thinking, thinking, of him. Was it all to end so dreadfully then, by her kitting him? One glance around told her there was no help near. She laid one hand tender ly on his forehead, and Vith the other felt carefully for his pulse. "You can't be dead!" she kept repeating over and over. And once she said, "Oh,no, dear, you can't be dead." Then suddenly the blood surged into her face and she sighed with relief. A full throb had answered her touch on his wrist and another, and another., "Thank Heaven I He's just fainted. I didn't think at that distance It could do so much damage, ' 111 have to get some water, somewhere, though. She, calculated - the distance to the spring. "There was nothing else for it she would have to leave him for a min and pulled hard for the boys.' He was almost to them when one boy reached out for the broken mast, and upset the dory. Jack called to them to hold tight to the boat till he reached them. It was blowing pretty hard, and 'the waves were quite choppy. As the two boys grasped the side of his boat, a sudden jolt threw Jack into the water. He succeeded in getting the two boys into the boat, and was attempting to turn the dory hp, .when he was seized with a cramp. " ' , The boys tried to help him, but the wind was hard against them. He dis appeared below the surface, reappear ing almost immediately." They did their best but could not reach him before he went down again. What could they do! They were al most in despair when he came to the surface again, and this time, cost what it would, they must save him. One boy grasped his arm, and they held him fast went, the brook followed her. It flowed through her life steadily, constantly. "Some day I shall go back to it" she said to herself. "Some day I shall kneel down beside it and plunge my hands and face into it and find the sweetest sat isfaction and rest" But she could never teU her dignified husband, or any one else, for that mat ter, of what she thought She dare not He would smile at her in that lofty way of his, half pityingly, half amusedly. For how could he who had lived apart from real tilings all his life understand how one little brown brook could call through years and vast, change fuf af fairs to its old playmate? There came a day when she stood among Italian roses alone. There was a wonderful light in the Campagna as she looked from the garden of her villa. But she saw only a little stream waiting for her, in a land where there were then no roses, only the frosts of a lingering spring. And It came to pass that one day she -p ITT r mimaiiiinwaisiliin mi lllliil '.!li..jjhj. ii ii By A. A little device has beea recently made, to perform his task. A "chuck" is provided to hold the needle, and on.e end is secured to a bracket somewhat elevated to hold the needle at the proper angle as it is being rubbed over the surface of an abraisive material. In this way a needle may be sharpened repeatedly until it grows too short for use. . . Electric Energy At the Margaret street sub-station of the Springfield, Mass, street railway a steel lower has been built" to hold one end ol a 66,000-vou, tMUsouton pa ute. But suddenly as she rose to go, she felt the hand she held turn and dasp ' her fingers warmly and her other hand imprisoned also. John Crozier sat up. ' "Djd I, or did I not, hear someone call me 'dear?" he asked, queer,' teasing light in his eyes. "Or was it just a fantasy born of my bumpr" "Why I I don't believe yott were hurt at all," said Priscilla, Indignantly, struggling to go. ' "Well, if I wasn't I never wamto be. The back of my head feels like but that's not the question." He swayed to his feet, keeping light hold of Priscula's hands. "Didn't somebody eafl me, dear?'" Priscilla reddeiiedWore cruelly still and turned away. "Dear little Prhfcilla, can yon ever 4 forgive, me? . I've been wretched for months.' It just needed a jolt Hke this td bring me to my stupid senses. I think I knew I was falling in love with you and that's why I was mean. I Gdnt . want to fall in love with anybody. But I couldn't help it, dearest girl. I adore you! Now did you call me, 'dear?" "Yes," admitted Priscilla, turning her eyes to him and smiling tenderly. while the captain's motorboat sped so the rescue. Jack was laid tenderly on the cot pre pared for bun! Everything possible had been done for him, but as yet be showed no signs of returning vigor. Margaret watched by the 'bedside with a heavy heart During the long weary hours of the night, she never left him. Gray streaks were beginning to show in the eastern sky when Jack opened his eyes and looked slowly around. Reaching oat his hand, he asked faintly, "Is that you. Sis?" "O. Jack I" she cried, faffing en her knees by the bedside. In smothering embrace, she sobbed out all the luiiue of her little heart The boy smiled, and laying his turnd tenderly on the soft, curly hair, be said: "Never mind, dear; I guess well have our trip to Maine, and the fur coat, too." went back to the brook and the old bouse where she had been born, and she found contentment awaited her and peace and perfect quiet They say of her that she has done the strangest thing that ever was known. To give up an Italian villa and a city brown stone front, to give up society and all the opportunities of wealth and cul ture for the sake of vegetating in a plain, small town like Blakemorel She is not an old woman. It is true her hair is white, but her sweet face still bas a youthful contour which speaks of a fiesh heart Of course, the old house is quite charming now since she bad added to it and rearranged and filled H with her treasures. But it must be lonely with only Carlotta, the brown faced peasant woman from Tuscany, to companion her. She has built a vine-clad arbor be side the brook, and on pleasant summer afternoons she sits there reading or musing. She is quietly happy. And the brook flows on. Scientist across the Connecticut river, over which the Turners Falls Power 4V Electric Company is to supply energy to the rail way system. I A special feature of this tower is the fireproofing of the legs to a hori zontal cross-section of 12 inches by 16 inches. The tower legs are of structural steel and are each incased with concrete to'a height of about 40 feet above the ground, thus clearing the maximum ver tical range likely under any circum stances to be reached by (lames or elec tric arcs. 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