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By D. C. Murray
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C 1 1 A PT I ' n X . ( Co n t i n u ed . )
"Do you think you may safely intro
duce me to Dobroski now?" demanded
Echo, with a smile of boasiful self-complacence.
"Who are you?" Frost demanded.
"How's it done? There ain't a feature."
lie stared hard at Zeno, losing for once
his own shrinking gaze.
"Would you like to sec it go a little
further?" asked Zeno, laughing. He slip
ped his hand to his mouth, Frost heard
a slight clicking sound, and there was
his companion grinning at him with n
horrible gap-toothed laugh, which startled
him so that he recoiled a pace or two.
Eeno laughed triumphantly and noisily.
"And now," he said, when his laugh was
ver, "will you introduce ine to Dob
roski?" His voice had undergone a great
change, and hissed and whistled through
the gaps in his teeth like that of au old
man.
Frost stared at him still, as if he were
fascinated. "This gets me down," he
said. "This gets me down, and kicks
me while I'm down. Wait a bit," he said,
somewhat recovering from his surprise :
"I'll show you something." He pulled
open a small drawer, and taking from it a
photograph of considerable size, threw it
on the table. Zeno took it, and after the
merest glance -stared up at Frost with an
expression of amazement almost as com
plete as Frost himself had worn a few
moments earlier. The photograph was an
enlarged copy of the one which Angela
had found among the stereoscopic views
In the little exhibition of .Tanenne,
"How did you come by this?" he asked,
recovering himself.
"Dobroski gave it me. I was going to
ahow ir to you to warn you off. There
Isn't a man in the neighborhood here that
hasn't seen it and studied it. There
Isn't one of any note among them that
ha.sn't got a copy of it." v
"Dohroski gave it you?'said Zeno, in
a new amazement. "My good Frost, I
have been as cunning as a serpent. I
have had down there at Janenne a bung
ling spy who did not know me, who was
Bet to watch Dohroski. such a bungler
that he was certain to find him out, and
bun
to draw attention from myself. !3 talked
with Dohroski sometimes, a bit of broken
English, a bit of broken French. I fool
ed him completely to my own idiotic self
satisfaction, and he knew me all the time.
Oh, I tell you he is a master. Never a
sign. A sign? Not the least, least, lit
tle, little sign for weeks, and he knew
all the time! A master."
At that instant there came a loud
knocking at the front door, and Frost,
putting his head out of the window,
peered downward.
"Who's there?" he cried. "The house
la all abed."
"It is I, Mr. Frost," said a quiet voice
Jbelow. "Can I speak to you for a mo
jnient?" 2lr. Frost drew in his head so sudden
ly and incautiously that he struck it
resoundingly upon the woodwork of the
window, and then the spy and the traitor
faced eaeh other. The same word was
-on the lips of each, and dropped in a
amere whisper : "Dobroski !"
"Brinz him here," said the spy. "We
"can tell between us if he knows me. A
little courage. Take the bull by the
horns. We can save all if there is any
thing to save do all if there is anything
to be done. Go."
With all this breathed in one rapid
whisper in Frost's ear, he pushed him
from the room. While he blunderingly
descended Zeno advanced stealthily like a
cat and restored the window and the blind
to their old position.
"Do I wear anything he could know?"
he asked himself. He released with
rapid fingers a single button of his waist
coat, slid the bar of his watch chain
through the, buttonhole and transferred
watch and chain to his coat pocket. Then
he striped his fingers of the rings he
wore and put them in his purse, and as
he did so he heard the jar with which
the front door opened. His breath came
hard and fast, and his fat cheeks were
blanched, but he seated himself in a
battered armchair m-ar the fire.
"Are you alone, sir?" asked Dobroski,
when Frost had opened the door. "Can
I speak with you?"
"I am not alone, Mr. Dobroski,' an
swered Frost. "I have a friend with me.
Will you come in? He would like to
meet you, sir. He is a countryman of
yours."
"I will come in for a moment," said
Dobroski. He entered from the rain,
which was driving down rapidly, and as
Frost closed the door he said, in tran
quil and ordinary tones, "Mr. Zeno is
here. He arrived in London this even
ing." CHAPTER XI.
For a moment Frost felt hollow, and
had some ado to stand upright. He held
the handle of the door In one hand, and
with the other propped himself against
the wall.
"Zeno?" he contrived to say, in a voice
which he knew to be much unlike his
two. "Ah. The spy."
He expected some sort of instant con
demnation, for to bis startled mind the
statement that Zeno was there meant
that Zeno was actually within the house,
and was of itself proclamation of the
discovery of treason. He had time enough
to be shot, stabbed, poisoned, abducted.
and tried for treason in his own swift
darting, frightened fancy before Dobroski
apoke again.
"yes," said Dobroski, "he Is here. It
In well that everybody should be wn -ned
of him."
"Of course," returned Frost, tremb'ing
In bis limbs, and speaking with a shake
In his voice. "He seems to be a danger
ous sort of fellow."
Dobroski mounted the staircase in si
lence, and entered Frost's room in obedi
nce to a wave of the hand from the regu
lar occupant. Frost followed in time to
aee Zeno turn In bis armchair and look
at the newcomer with a casual air. This
was succeeded bj a start of surprise, and
Zeno arose slowly and as if unconsciously
c'rom his seat.
"This," said Frost, who knew not
what to make of Zeno's airs, and was
newly frightened by them "this is Mr.
Dobroski." He was vainly casting about
in his mind for Zeno's alias, when Zeno
himself relieved him.
"I knew it," cried the spy. In English,
and then with a sudden forward rush he
threw himself at Dobroski's feet, and
seizing one of his ankles in both hands,
kissed his boot again and again, with
wild, gurgling ejaculations which meant
nothing to Frost's ears, but stood in
Polish for "Angel ! Preserver ! Patriot !
Father !" and a variety of expressions of
worship and affection. Dohroski tried to
withdraw his foot from this unexpected
worshiper's grasp, but Zeno held on tight
ly, and the old man submitted after a
while, but looked round on Frost with a
questioning air which set that traitorous
personage at his wits' end.
"Come," said Frost, stooping to seize
Zeno, as the best way of hiding his em
barrassment. "Don't you think you've
done about enough of that? It's no lux
ury for Mr. Dobroski to have you licking
his boots like a dog."
Zeno went on kissing and gurgling for
a second or two, and then allowed Frost
to drag him to his feet. The old man
hail walked by muddy ways, and his wor
shiper's countenance bore signs of con
tact lith the boot. To Frost's utter
airazement, tears were coursing down the
spy's fat, white cheeks.
"I declare!" said the Irish-American,
in bewilderment, as he shook Zeno by
the shoulders, "what's the matter with
the man?"
"What is the matter?" demanded Zeno,
turning upon him with smeared and tear
ful face and tragic gesture. "Behold the
preserver of my life, my father's preserv
er, my mother's, the patriot, the chief,
the idol, the god, of my unhappy coun
try !"
With this he fell into a chair near the
table, and dropping both arms across the
table and bis head upon his arms gave
himself up to convulsive sobbing.
"I do not recall your friend," said Dob
roski, looking toward Frost.
"No," cried Zeno, raising his head to
his fellow scoundrel's intense relief. "I
am of Warsaw. My name is Wroblows-
koff. Marco. It is thirty years ago.
I was but a lad."
He spoke in Polish, and Dobroski's
look of inquiry gave way to one of pleas
ure and welcome.
"I remember," he said "I remember."
He stretched out a hand to Zeno and the
rascal took it and kissed it.
"My mother blessed you with her dy
ing breath." he said. "My father died
in exile, blessing you. My sister's chil
dren cherish your memory and pray for
you nightly."
The bewildered Frost asked himself
repeatedly whether the thing were true or
false. Dobroski released himself from
the spy's grasp and walked to the window,
and looked out on the rainy night. Then
Zeno. turning upon Frost, began in Eng
lish a story of the utmost circumstance,
which he related with so natural an emo
tion and so complete an air of veracity
that it was hard to disbelieve him, though
the listener was certain he was lying.
Once or twice, at the mention of a name,
Dobroski turned and asked after the his
tory of its owner.
Frost was eager and yet afraid to be
alone with Dobroski. He had been horri
bly frightened all along. When Zeno
had seemed to stand on the edge of a
fatal blander in respect to his wife's na
tionality, his blood had suddenly run cold,
and he had eyed Dobroski in an agony of
apprehension.
'Perhaps you don't know," said Frost,
addressing his fellow rascal, "what sort
of a muss you've got your features into.
You'd better take one of them candles
into the next room and get a wash there."
Zeno glanced at himself in the dis
colored glass above the mantelpiece, and
feigning to be surprised by what he sa w-
there, took up a candle and retired. As
he entered the bedchamber he stumbled
against a chair, and in putting it out of
the way propped the door open with it.
Frost approached Dobroski.
"I don't quite make out this news of
yours, sir," he said, half whispering.
"You say Zeno is in London. Who has
seen him?"
"He was seen and recognized at Char
ing Cross station by two of the breth
ren," returned Dobroski. "Unhappily he
was missed and lost in the crowd. They
saw him take a cab, but in the confusoiu
they followed the wrong vehicle."
Frost, standing with his back to the
light, dared to look into Dobroski's eyes,
which were illuminaterd by the flame of
the solitary candle. He could read there
no sign of suspicion, but he asked him
self what would have happened if Zeno
had been tracked to his residence what
would happen if he really had been track
ed there, and if Dobroski were only play
ing with him. The fancy turned him
cold.
"You have been looking at this por
trait?" said the old man, striding past
Frost, and taking up the photograph,
which still lay upon the table. "He will
be troublesome to us, most likely, but
we are forewarned against him, and fore
warned is forearmed in the proverbs of
many nations."
"My candle has gone out," said Mr.
Zeno, presenting himself at the bedroom
door with the candlestick in one hand
and a towel in the other. Dobroski threw
a photograph on the table, and Zeno, as
be relit his candle at the other, glanced
at it. "Do you know this man, friend
Frost?" he demanded, laying a finger on
bis own portrait. "lie is not a friend of
jours. I hope?"
"Why not?" asked friend Frost, husk
ily. "He is a scoundrel," returned Zeno,
placidly, looking as if he noticed nothing,
but keeping the keenest lookout on Dob
roski through the discolored mirror. "He
is a Russian spy, that fellow."
"How ao you know?" Frost demanded.
II crouched over the fire and robbed his
hands above the blaze to account for
the tremor In his voice.
"How do I know?" repeated Zeno.
"There was in Milan a national commit
tee, and I was a member. This fellow
tried to bribe me. I know his face. I
should know it in a million, but I have
forgotten what narno he went by. That is
of no consequence. 1 know the man. If
you doubt it, bring him face to face
with me."
"What do you know of him?" asked
Dobroski. "Is he an able man?"
"A fool," said Zeno. "He is a Greek
and he came to me at first pretending to
be a Pole. I talked with him and ho
made fifty mistakes in a hundred words."
"How long ago was this?" Dobroski
asked.
"Seven years next August," responded
Zeno, after an elaborate calculation upon
his fingers and much knitting of his sandy
brows in thought.
"You will tell anybody you happen to
meet," said Dobroski, taking trp his felt
hat from the table and turning to Frost.
"It is well that all should know it. I
shall meet you again, Mr. Wroblewskoff,"
he added, shaking hands warmly with
Zeno, who took the extended hand in both
his and kissed it.
Frost lighted his guest downstairs and
saw him into the rainy street. Then he
came blunderingly upstairs again. ,
"Well?" said Zeno, whp was toweling
himself before the mirror. "Did he know
me?"
"I do not know," said Frost, with ex
treme slowness, "whether he knew you
or whether he didn't. But if an opinion
is any use to you he was no more takeu
in than I was."
"Pooh !" cried Zeno.
"Anyway," replied Frost, "I ain't fool
enough to ask you to pitch your tent on
my premises just at present. The best
thing for you to do is to slide before
the old man has time to set a watch on
this particular tenement."
"Give me his address," said Zeno. "I
will know whether he suspects or not.
I shall call upon him to-morrow."
(To be continued.)
NEW FAD OF KANSAS FARMERS.
Have Public Sales to Dispone ol
Stock anil Farming Implement.
Never was there such an epidemic of
public sales ou the farms as this
spring. Seven auctioneers have been
kept busy and others are la training
for auctioneers' schools. Some of the
auctioneers are "Colonels," They claim
that title when they have "cried" 100
sales.
But it is only the result of the farm
ers getting rich and of the land boom
which causes much change of location.
Central Kansas has reached a time
when the farmers who have made their
home here, writes an Abilene corre
spondent of the Kansas City Star, have
acquired more material than they need
to run their farm, or are anxious to
change their residence, and so want to
have a "ale." They go to the county
seat and make arrangements with the
auctioneer, and have their hills print
ed. The latter are put up In the post
office or are scattered on the fence
losts of the vicinity.
The attendance on the public sales
is usually good, nothing but bad weath
er keeping the farmers of the vicinity
away. The women frequently accom
pany their husbands and form an in
terested portion of the audience when
the household goods and canned fruit
are sold.
The crowd that has looked over the
possessions of the household curiously
and nodded at the various Haws In the
implements of the farmyard has also
had a rude sort of entertainment. On
every sale bill in large letters appears
"Free lunch at noon," and some of
them have the additional legend.
"Bring your tin cups." This Is Greek
to the city resident, but the fanner
knows what it means. It is a promise
that there will be great steaming cans
of coffee, with plenty of sandwiches
and perhaps pickles. The task of pro
viding cups for a hundred or two visit
ors Is a formidable one, and the pru
dent housewife asks that the comers
bring cups to use at this function. The
habitual auction attendant is fully
equipped with the cups to use on such
occasions.
During the winter all sales begin at
10 o'clock, but as the days lengthen the
noon start is more common. It all de
pends upon the amount of material to
be sold. Sometimes there is something
more than coffee to drink, but not
often.
The amount of property changing
hands in this growing method of dis
posing of u"d farm material Is enor
mous. In this county alone probably
seventy-five sales have been held since
the first of the present year, and they
have averaged more than $l,(iiM) each,
or at least .1jO,x0 worth of second
hand goods disposed of by farmers to
their neighbors. The same condition
exists in nearly every well settled j
county of the Stafp, and so common is
the custom becoming that it is unlike- j
ly that It will show any diminution
for some time to come.
Not What He Aked.
In these days of Individualism In
thought and action the balance of oe-1
cision tips more and more toward the
personal. Even In the matter of spell
ing, the ego asserts Itself In the face
of tradition and history. "Bobby," In
Tit-Bits, is not the only rrson who
constitutes himself the final court of
appeal In the realm of orthography.
"So you go to school, do you Bob
by?" asked the minister.
"Yes, sir," answered Bobby.
"Let me hear how you spell 'bread.'"
"B-r-e-d-e."
"The dictionary spells it with an 'a
Bobby."
"Yes, sir; but you didn't ask me how
the dictionary spells It; you asked ma
how I spell It"
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Mexico Is beginning to grow rice o
1 Large seal
It you ever have the opportunity to
witness a balloon race, do so by all
means, says Willlamsport (Pa.) Grit.
A horse or automobile race is not In the
same class, and even the human race Is
quite tame along side of It. The excite
ment Is not confined to the competitors.
The spectators share It, and they feel
as the balloonist does that It Is a race
against time and space, with death as a
competitor with a possible chance of
winning. The balloon racer Is unques
tionably above other racing men. He
goes over a course In which ordinarily
no obstacles can be placed, and he usu
ally has the track to himself.
Above is a picture of a recent balloon
race showing the balloons ready to
start. There are about a dozen of them,
and each one Is tugging at the ropes
which hold It captive. One almost fan
cies the great canvas spheres are ani
mate beings and are eager to be off at
the crack of the pistol, like a trained
track horse. The spectators are stand
ing about, sizing up the racers and the
men who will race them. The balloons
are really the racers of the aerial track,
and the dating balloonist are the Jock-t-ys
who will guide them over the course.
When all was In readiness, at a giv
en signal the balloons were simultane
ously released, and shot up Into the air
with a loud swish. A mighty shout
arose from the assembled spectators.
For a few moments the racers seemed
to be about neck and neck In the race,
and then the racer floating the red
and white colors forged a bit ahead. A
shout of frenzied delight arose from
its partisans. Evidently the applause
reached the ears of the man guiding
It, for the balloon shot ahead another
WOMEN AND THEIR
JULIET V. STRAUSS.
there Isn't anything to manage on. It consists In being quite cheerful and
smiling in a last-year's gown and a made-over hat. The best management In
the world Is In making life worth living to yourself and to your family. A
woman can never do this by assuming a downtrodden air about spending "her
husband's money."
Many a woman thinks her husband stingy when he Is only reasonable,
and many a man gives in to his wife's pleading for money to furnish the
house or send the children away to school when all his better Judgment tells
blm the money should be laid by for a rainy day. I know women who are
mean in money matters and men who have lived narrow, pitiful lives because
their wives were of the skinflint disposition. Lack of money can come as
near dwarfing a life as any other thing, except a narrow mind and a narrow
creed. But we need not be hopelessly bound In shallows, even though we be
women, custom shackled and seemingly at the mercy of some selfish, close
fisted man.
Let me say again, though I paraphrase Wagner, that liberty Is a state
of mind. 1 know women who have private Incomes to apply as they like,
who travel and see and hear all that Is to be seen and heard, and who are
not happier or brighter or much better Informed than the writer of these
lines, who has never In her life b&en free from poverty, who has seldom been
out of her native State, who has never seen the ocean or the capital of the
United States, but who Is nevertheless a denizen of the world a child of the
universe, "whose lanterns are the moon and Mars. ".Juliet V. Strauss, in
Chicago Journal.
fori Id Tiot fool Her.
Suspicion, once planted In the human
breast, Is quick and flourishing of
growth. The countryman, proverbial
bait for the wicked, Is more often taken
In by the Innocent things than by con
fidence men and tnleves. Of such a
type was the old fanner's wife whose
story Is told In the Minneapolis Jour
nal. The ways of the city were a mys
tery to the good lady, and she resolved
to be armed for every emergency.
The farmer and his wife were set
ting off for an event In their lives, a
visit to St. raul. They had been cau
tioned repeatedly by their friends to
beware of sharpers. They replied that
they would keep their eyes open, and
started with a nervous determination
to look out for confidence tricks.
On the way the old farmer got off
at a Junction to buy some lunch, and
the train went on without him. It
was a terrible mishap. The last he
saw of bis wife she was craning out
of the car window, shouting something
reproachful at him. which he could
notliear on account of the noise of the
train.
It happened that an express came
along a few minutes later. Th farmer
hoarded It and got to St Paul nearly
an hour earlier than his wife.
He was waiting for her at the sta
tion when she arrived. He ran up to
her ud seized her valise.
"Well, Sarah," he said, "I'm glad to
see ye again. I didn't know but we
was separated forever."
"No, ye don't Mr. Sharper 1" she
cried. "I left my husband at to junc
fifty feet as a result of some manipu
lation. For some minutes the balloons
appeared to hold the positions attained
at the start, and then the red and
green noticeably gained on the red and
white. The two by this time were far
ahead of the others, and It was evi
dent to all that one of the two balloons
In the lead would win the race, and the
bettiug became wildly enthusiastic.
Farther and farther up into space they
arose. Now they would appear to be
going Inland, and again as they entered
a higher current of air they would ap
pear to be going seaward at a fright
ful pace, and one would hear a groan
of dismay from the spectators. Soon
the two became mere specks In the sky,
and It wag no longer possible to learn
which was In the lead. The anxious
spectators learned the result of the race
by telegraph two hours later, the red
and white having traveled the greatest
distance by far In the specified time.
There was not a hitch or accident In
the race. In spite of the danger which
is certainly always present with such
sport, balloon racing Is rapidly growing
in popularity.
HUSBANDS' MONEY.
Women are always telling a tale of woe about
the tragedy of not having any money they can
call their own and being obliged to ask for It
from husbands who treat them like beggars.
After reviewing the matter dispassionately, 1 con
fess to a sneaking sympathy with the men. Where
does the money come from for the Incessant de
mands of life Just now I am desperately turn
ing over in my mind various schemes by which
living expenses may be lightened. Truth compels
me to state that I have not hit upon any. I
know that I have conveyed to my readers the
Idea that I am economical and thrifty. Far from
It I I am one of those pig-headed Idealists who
are always working themselves to death and hav
ing nothing to show for It. Plenty of people with
less to live on dress better and make more show
In the world.
Whenever I hear a woman boast of being a
good manager I always take It with a grain of
salt Good management comes In mainly when
tion. Don't be coming any of yer con
fidence games on me, or I'll call a
policeman."
Hobaon'a Choice.
The phrase "Hobson's choice" orig
inated In an English livery stable. To
bias Ilobson was the first man in En
gland to rent out hackney horses. It
may have been through an unshakable
sense of Justice, It may have been
through laziness, but at all events this
eccentric stable keeper obliged all who
applied to him to rent a horse to take
the one which happened to be standing
nearest the stable door. And so the
phrase Hobson's choice came to mean
no choice at all.
Bat Ho One Laoghed,
At an old-fashioned revival down In
the Ozarks a woman was telling her
experience.
"I used to care a lot for the vanities
of this world," she exclaimed. "But '
when I was saved I saw that all my
finery and Jewelry and trinkets were
dragging my soul down Into perdition,
and I took m all off and gave 'em to
my sister." Kansas City Times.
All Union Member.
Hlx I see President Roosevelt advo
cates an eight-hour day for wives. Do
you suppose they'll get. it?
Hax Sure, If they demand It When
a woman marries she joins a onion,
you know. Kansas City Times.
A lot of trouble would be averted
If women feared men as much as they
do mica.
All Quiet Alona- the l'otomnc.
"All quiet along the Potomac," they say,
"Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot, as ha walks ou his beat to and
fro,
By a rifleman bid in the thicket";
'Tis nothing a private or two now and
then
Will not count In the news of the
battle ;
Not an officer lost only one of the men,
Moaning out, all alone, his death rattle.
All quiet along the Potomac to-night,
Where the soldiers Ha peacefully
dreaming;
Their tents in the rays of the clear au
tumn moon,
Or the light of the watch fires are
gleaming.
A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night
wind
Through the forest leaves softly la
creeping ;
While stars up above, with their glitter
ing eyes,
Keep guard for the army is sleeping.
There's only the sound of the lone sen
try's tread,
As he tramps from the rock to the
fountain,
And he thinks of the two in the low
trundle bed
Far away in the cot on the mountain.
His musket falls slack his face, dark
and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the children
asleep,
For their mother may heaven defend
her!
The moon seems to shine just as brightly
as then,
That night, when the love yet unspoken
Leaped up to his lips when low-murmured
vows
Were pledged to be ever unbroken
Then drawing his sleeve roughly over bis
r
eye:
He dashes off tears that are welling.
And gathers his gun closer up to its place,
As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
He passes the fountain, the blasted pine
tree
The footstep is lagging and weary;
Yet onward he goes through the broad
belt of light.
Toward the shades of the forest so
dreary.
Hark! was it the night wind that rustled
the leaves?
Was it moonlight so suddenly flashing?
It looked like a rifle "Ha ; Mary,
good-by !"
And the life-blood is ebbing and plash
ing. All quiet along the Totomac to-night;
No sound save the rush of the river;
While soft falls the dew ou the face of
the dead
The picket is off duty forever!
Ethel Lynn Beers.
The Merry Heart Goes All the Way,
When you come to a wearisome bit of the
road,
Where the stones are thick and the
path is steep.
And the back is bowed with the heft of
the load,
As the narrowing way Is hard to keep,
Don't stop just then for a wasteful sigh,
But challenge the worst with steadfast
cheer ;
If nowhere else, there is help on high
God's angels will hasten, jour pioneer.
When you reach the lonesome bit of the
road.
Curtailed about with mist and murk,
And you hear faint sounds from the dread
above,
Where shivering, grim hobgoblins lurk,
Just laugh to scorn their doleful cries
This is the place to whistle and sing;
Brush the fog from your fearless eyes,
And close to the faith of your fathers
cling.
When you stand at the sorrowful bit of
the road,
And a hand you loved his loosed its
clasp ;
When streams are dry that in sweetness
flowed,
And flowers drop from your listless
v grasp ;
E'en now take heart for farther on
There are hope and joy and the dawn
of day ;
You shall find again what you thought
was gone,
'Tis the merry heart goes all the way.
Margaret E. Sangster.
Mn.lt reaa from Hoowevelt.
John Baylor, formerly a plumber
who has been In Panama for some
time, has good reason to remember
President Roosevelt When the Presi
dent visited the canal zone Baylor
stood In line with others waiting to
shake hand. with blm. Mrs. Roose
velt, struck by the fine appearance of
the young American, called her hus
band's attention to blm. The Presi
dent then turned to Baylor and asked
him If he suffered any hardships.
"I would be happy but for ona
thing," answered the plumber.
"What Is that?" Inquired the Presi
dent "I'd give anything for a mattress to
sleep on."
"You will have one, my boy,' re
sponded the President with a warm
grip of Baylor's hand. That night
there was a fine mattress awaiting
Baylor at the house where he lived
with other workmen. New York
World.
Nothing- to Steal.
Minister's Wife Wake up!' There
are burglars In the house, John.
Minister Well, what of It? Let them
find out their mistake themselves.
Christian Register.
Entirely too much attention Is paid
to the affairs of the heart and not
enough to the affairs of the liver.