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The Forgiveness T.li a t Finally Came
By Joella Johnson ,
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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
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Sr-v s 1 as other diseases
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are caused by incor
rect illumination.
The eye is a subject
of prime eon side ra
tion In connection
with our health and
happiness.
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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.
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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.
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found on the Bear Islands, lying be
tween Spitsbergen and Norway.
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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,
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
The Chinese were prtib.ihly ai'quinte4 '
with the use of sugar ittA) arsis ana j