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About Beaver State herald. (Gresham and Montavilla, Multnomah Co., Or.) 190?-1914 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 9, 1913)
STORY SYNOPSIS. The »tory open» t,___ on Long Island, near 21.. where Ml»» Emily New York city. Ffrench, a re latí ________ _ -jlatlve of Ethan Ffrench. manufacturer of the celebrated “Mer- •ury" automobile, loae» her way. The ha» stopped and ' er cousin. Dick french. Is too muddled with drink to direct tt aright. They meet another car which la run by a professional racer BAirf i Lestrange. The latter Axes up the Ffrench car and directs Mis» Ffrench bow to proceed homeward. Ethan Ffrench has d ^Inherited hi» »on. who has disappeared. He inform» Emily plainly that he would like to have her marry Dick, who Is a good-natured but irresponsible fellow. It appears that a partner of Ethan Ffrench wanting an ex pert to ra<e with the “Mercury” at auto •rents, has engaged Lestran<e. and at the Ffrench factory Emily encounter» the young man They refer pleasantly to their meeting when Dick comes along and* recognires the young racer. Dick likes the way Lestrange ignores their first meet'ng when he appeared to a disad vantage Les: range tells Emily that hs will try to educate her indifferent cousin as an automobile expert. Dick under takes his bus nes» schooling under the tutelage of Lestrange Dick Is sheer grit, ■ind in making a test race meets with an accident. Lestrange meets Emily in the moonlit garden of the Ffrench home. Cinder an Impulse he cannot control he Betas*» her and she leaves him. confessing |a her own heart that she return» his ■rva. The uncle of Emily, learning of bar attachment to T^estrange. informs her that the man Is his disbarred »on, whom •he has never seen before being adopted >y him. He claim» that his »on ran away with a dissolute actress, refuses to ne fcaowledge him, and orders Emily to think of Dick as her future husband. CHAPTER VIII. ®tx o’clock wai the hour set for the •tart of the Beach race. And it was |ust teventeen minute« past five when Dick Ffrench, hanging In a frenzy of anxiety over the paddock fence circling the inside of the mile •ral. uttered something resembling a howl and rushed to the gate to signal hie recreant driver. From the oppo- .«tte side of the track Lestrange waved gay return, making hts way through the officials and friends who pressed •round him to shake hands or slap fclB shoulder caressingly. Jesting and questioning, calling directions and ad- tvlce. A brass band played noisily In the grand-stand, where the crowd heaved and surged; the racing ma chines were roaring In their camps. < “What's the matter? Where were you?” cried Dick, when at laBt Le •trange crossed the course to the cen tral field. “The cars are going out Bow for the preliminary run. Rupert's nearly crazy, snarling at everybody, •nd the other man has been getting ready to start instead of you.” “Well, he can get unready,” smiled Lestrange. “Keep cool. Ffrench; I've got half an hour and I could start now. I’m ready.” He was ready; clad In the close-fit- Ung khaki costume whose Immaculate daintiness gave no hint of the cer tainty that before the first six hours ended it would be a wreck of yellow duet and oil. As he paused in run nlng an appraising glance down the •treet-llke row of tents, the wuite- clothed driver of a spotless white car shot out on his way to the track, but halted opposite the latest arrival to •tretch a cordial hand. “I hoped a trolley car had bitten you,” he shouted. “The rest of us 'would have more show If you got lost on the way. Darling.” The boyish driver at the next tent looked up as they passed, and came grinning over to give his clasp. “Get a move on; what you been do in' all day, dear child? They've been glvin’ your manager sal volatile to hold him still.” He nodded at the agi tated Dick tn Ironic commiseration. “Go get out your car, Darling, 1 want to beat you,” chaffed the next In line. “ ‘8trlke up the band, here comes a driver,’ ” sang another, with an en trancing French accent. Laughing, retorting, shaking bands with each comrade rival. Lestrange went down the row to his own tent. At his approach a swarm of mechanics from the factory stood back from the long, low, gray car, the driver who was to relieve him during the night and day ordeal slipped down from the •eat and unmasked. “He's here.” announced Dick super fluously. “Rupert—where's Rupert? Don't tell me he's gone now I La- strange—” But Rupert was already emerging from the tent with Lestrange's gaunt lets and cap, bls expression a study tn the sardonic. 'Tt hurts me fierce to think how you must have hurried,” he observed. “IHd. von.walk both ways, or only all three? I'm no Eve, but I’d give a snake an apple to know where you’ve been all day.” “Would you?” queried Lestrange yrovoklngly, clasping the goggles be fore his eyes. “Well, I've spent the last two hours on the Conay Island beach, about three squares from here, watching tbe kiddles play In the sand I didn’t feel like driving Just then. It was mighty soothing, too." Rupert stared at him, a dry un willing smile slowly crinkling his dark face. “Maybe, Darling," he drawled, and turned to make hts own preparations. Fascinated and useless. Dick looked on at the methodical flurry of the next few moments; until Lestrange was tn hie seat and Rupert swung In beside him. Then a gesture summoned him to the side of the machine. "I'll run tn again before we race, of course.” said Lestrange to him. above the deafening noiee of the mo tor. "Be around here; I want to see you.” Rupert leaned out, all good humor once more as bo pointed to the ma chine. “Got a healthy talk, what?” be ex ulted. The car darted forward. A long round of applause welcomed [.estranges swooping advent on the track. Handkerchiefs and scarfs were waved; his name passed from mouth to mouth. "Popular, ain't ho?" chuckled a me chanlc next to Dick. 'They don't tor get that Georgia trick, no. sir." It was not many times that the cars could circle the track. Quarter of six blew from whistles and klax ons. signal flags sent the cars to tbelr camps for the last time before the race. "Come here,” Lestrange beckoned to Dick, as he brought bls machine shuddering to a standstill before the tent “Here, close—we've got a mo ment while they fill tanks.” He unhooked hts goggles and leaned over as Dick came beside the wheel, the face so revealed bright and quiet in the sunset of glow. “One never can tell what may hap pen," he said. “I'd rather tell you now than chance your feeling after ward that I didn't treat you quite squarely In keeping still. I hope you won't take it is my father did; we've been good chums, you and I. I am your cousin. David Ffrench.” The moment furnished no words. Dick leaned against the car. absolute ly limp. “Of course. I'm not going back to Ffrencbwood. After this race I shall go to tbe Duplex company; I used to be with them and they’ve wanted me back. Your company can get along without me, now all is running well— Indeed, Mr. Ffrench has dismissed me.” His firm lip bent a little more flrcly. “The work I was doing Is In your hands and Bailey’s; see It through. Unless you too want to break off with me, we’ll have more time to talk over this.” "Break off!” Dick straightened bls chubby figure. “Break off with you. Les—" “Go on. My name is Lestrange now and always.” A shriek from the official klaxon “Water,” He Demanded Tersely. summoned the racers. Rupert swung back to bls seat. Dick reached up his hand to tbe other In the first really dignified moment of his life. ’T’m*glad you’re my kin, Lestrange." he said. “I’ve liked you anyhow, but I’m glad, just the same. And I don’t care what rot they say of you. Take care of yourself.” Lestrange bared bls hand to return the clasp, his warm smile flashing to his cousin; then the swirl of prepara tion swept between them and Dick next saw him as part of one of the throbbing, flaming row of machines before the judges’ stand. It was not a tranqulllzlng experi ence for an amateur to witness the start, when tbe fourteen powerful cars sprang simultaneously for tbe first curve, struggling for possession of the narrow track In a wheel to wheel con test where one mistouch meant the wreck of many. After that first view, Dick sat weakly down on an oil barrel and watched tbe race in a state of fascinated endurance. The golden and violet sunset melted pearl-like Into tbe black cup of night. The glare of many searchlights made tbe track a glistening band of white, around which circled the cars, them- selves gemmed with white and crim son lamps. The cheers of the peo ple as the lead was taken by one fa vorite or another, the hum of voices, the music and uproar of the machines blended Into a web of sound indescrib able. The spectacle was at once ul tramodern and classic in antiquity of conception. At eight o’clock I-estrange came fly ing in, sent off tbe track to have a lamp relighted. “Water," he demanded tersely, in the sixty seconds of the stop, and laughed openly at Dick's expression while he took tbe cup "Why didn’t you light tt out thereF’ asked the novice, lufected by tbe speed fever around him. "Forgot our inatchee," Rupert flung over bls shoulder, as they dashed out again. An oil smeared mechanic patron la Ingty explained: "You can't have care manicuring all over the track and people tripping over 'em You get sent off to light up, and tf you don't go they fine you laps made." Machines darted In and out from their camps at Intervals, each waking a freniy of excitement among Its in<*u. At ten o’clock the Mercury car came In again. this time limping with a flat tire, to be fallen on by Its mechanic«. “We're leading, but we'll lose by this,” said lestrange, slipping out to relax and meditatively contemplating the alternate driver, who was standing across the camp. "Ffrench. at twelve I'll have to come In to rest some, and turn my machine over to the other man. And I won't have him wrecking tt for me. I want you. as owner, to give him absolute orders to do no speeding; let him hold a fifty-two mile an hour average until 1 take the wheel again.” "MeF' “I can't do tt. You. of course.” "You could," Dick answered. "I've been thinking how you and I will run that factory together. It's all stuff about your going away; why should you? You and your father take me as junior partner, you know I'm not big enough for anything else." “You're man's size.'' Lestrange as sured. a hand on his shoulder. "But —tt won't do. I'll not forget the offer, though, never." “All on!” a dozen voices signaled: men scattered tn every direction as Lestrange sprang to his place. The hours passed on tbe wheels of excitement and suspense. When Le strange came In again, only a watch convinced Dick that It was midnight. “You gave the order?" Lestrang« asked. "Yes." He descended, taking off his mask and showing a face white with fa tigue under the streaks of dust and grime. “I’ll be all right tn half an hour," be nodded, in answer to Dick’s excla mation. “Send one of the boys for coffee, will you, please? Rupert needs some. too. Here, one of you others, ask one of those idle doctor's appren tices to come over with a fresh band age; my arm's a trifle untidy." In tact, his right sleeve was wet and red. where the strain of driving bad reopened tbe Injury of the day be fore. But be would not allow Dick to speak of It "I'm going to spend an hour or two resting. Come tn. Ffrench, and we'U chat In the Intervals, tf you like.” “And Rupert? Where's he?" Dick wondered, peering into tbe dark with a vague Impression of lurking danger« on every side. “He's hurried In out of the night air," reassured familiar accents; a small figure lounged across Into the light, making vigorous use of a drip ping towel. “Tell Darling I feel faint and I'm going over to that grand stand cafe a la car to get some pie. I'll be back in time to read over my last lesson from the chauffeur's corre spondence school. Oh, see what’s here!” A telegraph messenger boy had come up to Dick. “Richard Ffrench?” he verified. “81gn, please.” The message was from New York. “All coming down." Dick read. "Lim ousine making delay. Wire me at St. Royal of race. Bailey.” Far from pleased, young Ffrench hurriedly wrote the desired answer and gave it to the boy to be sent. But be thrust tbe yellow envelope into his pocket before turning to the t<-nt where Lestrange was drinking cheap black coffee while an impatient young surgeon hovered near. The hour's rest was characteristics! ly spent. Washed, bandaged, and re freshed, Lestrange dropped on a cot in the back of tbe tent and pushed a roll of motor garments beneath his head for a pillow. There he Intermit tently spoke to his companion of what ever the moment suggested; listening to every sound of the race and inter spersing acute comment, starting up whenever the voice of his own ma chine hinted that the driver was dis obeying Instructions or the shrill klax on gave warning of trouble. But through It all Dick gathered much of the family story. (TO BE CONTINUED.) But In Her Case— Woman's wit readily adapts Itself tn all place, and all occasions A <u.»n lecturer was delivering a practical talk on beauty and the beauty cult for the entertainment of the Woman’s Professional league of New York at an Interesting session one afternoon In the course of her lecture the speaker emphasized the point that cer tain measurements were fundamental ly Important. Unhappily, however, the lecturer herself had a form—If her unusual bulk could be dignified by such a term—that was fashioned on anything but the lines of tbe Keller- mann type. Proceeding with her dissertation on measurement«, she held up « very fat. round wrist, and said: “Now, twice around my wrist, one« around my throat Twice around my throat, one« around my waist Twlc« around my waist------ " "Once around Central Park!” ex ploded an Irrepressible young thing out In the audience, and the storm of laughter that followed was altogether immeasurable.-Bunday Magazine Lover Dreams He Killed Rival and Surrenders to Marshal. •y LOUISE PARKS BELL. Bailey bangod the door behind him viciously, and slung bis bat Into the farthest corner of the room. Up and down the narrow floor he paced nerv ously. hie mind going over and over the irritating events of the evening. It was a sultry night In tnld-August, and when ho had lounged down to the aaloon on the corner he hud been In no pleasant frame of mind It had been a long day, and the whole beat of the town had seemed concentrated in the tiny- dry goods store. All tbe most tiresome and exacting customers tn the county had cotue In. it seemed to Bailey; a never ending stream of fretful women, worn out by the beat ing rays of the sun Supper had not been an enjoyable meal; Mrs Wilson's baby had cried all the time, the flies had bussed more persistently than ever, and never had food looked more uninviting. A dense pall of suffocating heat hung over the town as Halley drifted to the bar. He was not a drinking man ordinar ily. but Ethel was out of town, and he felt a restless craving for cotnpan tonship. Of course he drank too much; at the time tt seemed to be the only way of cooling off it failed of Us effect, however, and before ho knew tt he and Calvert were engaged in a bitter quarrel The original cause was trifling, but it was soon lost sight of. and the long smoldering enmity be tween the two suitors for the same girl broke forth unrestrained Cal vert's final taunt was fresh In hla ears as he paced the floor, that sutble assurance of success and peer at his pretensions Bailey clenched his flats again Impotent hatred raged within him. and his thoughts were black Presently ho calmed down a little, and the close atmosphere began to op press hint He undressed languidly, flinging his clothes here and there, and breathing heavily. He went out tn the hall when he had donned his pajamas and brought In a pitcher of water, which ho put down on the table beside hla bed He poured some out In a glass and took a alp, grimacing at Its tepid taste Setting it down, he lav down on the bed and tried to sleep. The heat-laden air pressed down on him. he turned restlessly from ono side to the other, vainly seeking com fort. After an Interminable time he fell asleep, an uneasy, broken slum ber that was worse than wakefulness At last he gave up the attempt to rest, and got up to see If It was cooler by the window Ho stood there for n few seconds, breathing the same suf focating air. Not a leaf stirred nny- whore, the very moon loomed red and tuot low In the sky. Footsteps sounded down the de serted afreet. Halley loaned out to see who the nocturnal wanderer could be. With a start ho recognized Cal vert, Calvert swinging along Jauntily, and whistling the wedding march con fldently. That was the final straw All the pent-up passions of the evening rush ed to the surface, and almost Invol untarllv Bailey opened hla door and stealthily crept down the stairs. The front door stood ajar, only the screen was hooked Hurriedly he unfastened that, and hastened up the street after the unconscious Calvert. As he went hie mind was busy Calvert lived on the other side of the river, and would have to cross the rickety old bridge that spanned It. If he went fast he could overtake him there, and It would look like an accl dent. Bailey quickened his pace until he was almost running. His victim never turned his head, but went on whistling to his doom. At the bridge Bailey was but a step or two behind In the middle of the bridge be made up that distance, and dealt Calvert a crashing blow behind the ear. He dropped like a log Bailey looked all around cautiously The moon had gone behind a cloud, and the placid little village lay on the river bank undisturbed. Not a sound broke the silence, not a murmur at tested that his crlmj had been wit nessed He had to force himself to touch that limp figure lying there so still, but the fear that the moon might come out made him hurry. He gather ed It up gingerly, and with a mighty effort flung it over the railing With If splash the body disappear ed. and as It sank the moon came out three times brighter than before Halley leaned on the rail and watched the ripples, sick at heart. He knew Calvert could not swim, and even if he recovered from his swoon at once he could not make his way to the shore. Yet somehow that knowledge did not cheer Bailey. He shuddered as he stared at the ripples, slowly dying away His thoughts drifted Into a new channel. How would Ethel take the news, he wondered. A sudden pang amote hla heart. He had pretended to love her—and yet, If she had cared for Calvert he bad destroyed her fu ture happiness. And If Calvert’s words had not been true he had ruin ed hla own chances. He could not go to her with his hands stained crimson with human blood. Realization of what he had done swept over him Ilka a flood. Suppose Calvert had lied—and It was possible _ why had he not questioned Ethel, Instead of letting hla paaslons rule him? His love seemed a selfish and unholy thing- Hs clung to the rail ing, half determined to end ft all, to etnk to real beside hla victim. Somewhere within blm a nobler feeling stirred Hlnce ho had done thia thing he were a coward to shirk the consequences, he must bear hla punishment. Ila would go and give himself up to the law. Hla decision made, he cast ono part ing glance at the river beneath him, lying calm and motionless In tbe clear moonlight. With steady step« he pursued Ills way to the home of the town marshal. In whose portly per son was embodied the majesty of the village law. llo rang the bell with a determined hand, and no Its deep tones died away a fluttering nightshirt appeared In the door. "Well, what is tt?" boomed out the massive figure adding In a lower rum-i ble, “it's a good thing It'e so hot 1 can't sleep, with people coining thio time of night.” Bailey felt a sense of something strange creeping over him. He had bi make a mighty effort to recall hls purpose In coming hither. But after a moment hls memory and resolution returned, and bo spoke clearly and firmly. "I have come." he announced, ”tt< give myself up for the niurdor of Roy Calvert.” "Well. i'll ba dinged!” ejaculated the marshal. "Well. I'll bo dinged!" lie sat weakly down on the door step "It's Tom Bailey, as I live," he mur mured huskily. Then he turned hls head and called. “Wee. you and Roy come down here right away.” Halley brushed aside those Inter ruptions. "I’m ready to go to Jail." he de clared. Tbe marshal rose and surveyed him from head to toe. "Heat, 1 guess." ho remarked, slow ly shaking his head “Light tbe lamp tn there," he directed to some one tn the hall. The light flared up brightly. Bailey gasped Standing beside the table, arrayed In brilliant pajamas, was Wes ley Stevens, the marshal's son—and behind him was Roy Calvert! lie knew It could not be true, and strove to tear his fascinated gaze from the hallucination The elder Stevens spoke "It's lucky you stayed here with Wes tonight. Roy," he rumbled, "or I'd have been locking Tom up He says he’s murdered you.” The specter broke Into strangely human laughter. , "It must be the heat." tt declared tn earthly tones, “or else—Tom, what ire you carrying tn your left hand?” For the first time Hatley realized that he held something. Ho looked down In hls left hand he was carry ing a glass of water, full to the brim. "Wh—what!" he gasped. ’ You've been dreaming, old fellow!” cried Calvert, coming forward and clapping Bailey on the shoulder with a force that dispelled all doubts as to hls reality, "and you wnlked down here In your sleep, carrying that wa ter. Don’t you remember. Wee. how he used to walk in hla sleep when wo were kids, and carry anything that was by hls bed along with him?” Wes corroborated this with an em phatic nod. "I was teasing you down at Moore’s tonight." continued Calvert, "and I guess I went a little too far. This h« at has made us all bughouse. 8o that and the heat made you dream you killed me.” "Yes. the beat,” echoed Bailey, not quite recovered from the shock of bls awakening. "Well, go on home and get some sleep now," said the marshal "You can sleep now- -see, it’s beginning to rain This hot spell's over." ODD LAPSES OF MIND SCHOLARS AND OTHIRS NOTED FOR ECCENTRICITY. Forgstfulnsss One of the "Strong Points” of Many Able and Aooom- pllshed Men—Sometimes the Result of Self-Hypnotism. Hume years ago I had to speak at a Work." “Have you any fads?” In*' qulrvd my host. "Tbe lust parson ws had here refused to sleep In a bed. When every one had retired to rest the whole house was roused by a ha in* merlng on the wall of our visitor's bedroom. Como and seel” 1 entered tho bedroom. "Sen those excavations?” lie point ed out two largo holos tn tbe wall, where the paper had boon torn away and the plaster disturbed. "Well, the parson we had here last hammered two huge booked nails Into thoaa walla to support a hammock.” I bad the qualified pleasure of meet tng this eccentric at dinner some years after. "Can I serve yon some soup?** Inquired our hostess. "Never take soup," waa tbe reply. Then, lator: "You will tako some fish?” Th« clerlo simply shook hls head. Ho ba declined dish after dish. “But what will you have?” Inquired the now desperate hostess. "I should like five raisins, one apple, a few nuts and aomo oil.” By thia time every one was uncom fortable. A whisper went around that there were no raisins In the bouse. I suggested that ha should go on with the oil and the apple. Ills face a» Burned a look of eloquent resignation. The next moment he sprang to hls feet and rushed from tho room. The Intelligent under-footman bad brought In bicycle oil! A delightful old clergyman, pro fessor of Greek at my own university, had a habit of forgetting to put on hts clothes. Once ha walked Into col lege chapel In an old fashioned night shirt. It was a misty morning early In February, An undergraduate was reading the first lesson, when this silent, ghost like figure moved along In the him dawn which crept In through thn stained glass windows. Ono of the dons took bls arm and led him out. On another occasion tt was hla turn to preach In the cathedral. Instead of stepping Into tbe pulpit, he walked out altogether, and things camo to a stand still. Another old college don was a dreamer. Ono day ho met me In tho town. "My boy.” ho said, "I camo out to go somewhere, but It’s gone—gono! Can you tell me where I meant to go? I suggested that ho should go back to hls college. What is more, I saw him safely, there. Later In tbe evening he sent for me. There was the light of a great dis covery in hls eyes. “My boy.” be said, "it hns ail come back to mo In a flash. I never meant to go anywhere at all. I wanted to write a letter, and I must have missed my way to my library. You will have a glass of wine?” But ho forgot to ring tbe boll. Presently ho said: "Do have some more. Now, what have I dono with tho decanter?” Many men's eccontrfcltles aro the result of self-hypnotism. I remember onco seeing n well known cl< rgyrnan walking calmly along during a down pour of rain, holding hla walking stick up, under the Impression it was an umbrella. Absentmlndedneas Is responsible for much amusement. An elderly clergy man, on arrival In Rome, was positive that he had lost some of hls luggage, and gave notlco at the office; but ba waa unable to say what tho package was Ilka, or even what tt was. Office That Nobody Wanted. It transpired, in the course of next Viscount Haldane, the lord chan cellor. has just told how he camilo be day, that It was hls wife he had lost I shall not forget the interview be appointed British minister of war. an tween busband and wife.—Exchange. office he held till recently When the late Sir Henry Campbell Bannerman Wireless 8kstchss In Warfare. was forming hls ministry nearly seven Surprising results are being ob years ago he suggested one or two of tained by means of tho new invention fices to Ixtrd Haldane “I replied," Lord Haldane contin of an Italian youth. Francesco dl Iler- ued: "’There Is another office I nocchl, called the wireless Iconograph, should like. 1 do not know much which has recently boon tested be about it, but It Is full of most fascin tween Milan and Turin. Hls appara tus Is far In advance of anything of ating problems.’ "Str Henry asked: 'What is that?” I tho kind yet recorded. Besides ordi answered: ’The war office Is it full?* nary messages. It also transmits auto "Sir Henry exclaimed: 'Full? No one graphs, shorthand characters and nil sorts of designs. So simple is the will touch It with a pole ' "I went to the war office, and really arrangement that the transmitter and had a very easy time there. I found receiver of this Instrument may bo a number of young generals, with applied with ease to any ordinary General minds full of our shortcomings be wireless telegraph plant. Splngardl, tho Italian minister of war. causa they had come fresh from South Africa with Its evidence of unprepar- Is so much Impressed by the enor edneaa. We all ant down to think to mous advantages of tho wireless Jcon- gether. and that was how tbe Imperial ograph for transmitting orders and conveying sketches In time of war general staff grew up.’ with the utmost secrecy thnt steps were Immediately taken to sectiro for London's Water Supply. the Italian government exclusive pos The eighth annual report of the session of the patent. metropolitan water board states that the total amount of water supplied Tickets No Good. by that body during the year ended Mrs. Hrown Jones (which Isn't her March 31, 1911, was 82,170,000,000 gal lons, representing a weight of 366.800,- name at ail, nor nothing like It) has a 000 tons and a dally average of 226.- now parlor maid. I4ist Thursday was 000,000 gallons The total volume of Mrs. B.-J.'a day at home. Rix callers water abstracted from the Thames wero nt the door, and each proffered was 49,962.000,000 gallons, the re her card Hilda looked the cards over care mainder being obtained from the Lea and from gravel beds, natural springs fully one by one. "Youse ladles Is all wronk!” she de and wells The supply from the last named source amounted to 14,484/- cided Anally. “One of your tickets las 000,000 gallons. The month in which fer Mrs. Choseph Thompson, one les most water was supplied was June, for Mrs. Miller, one iss fer Miss the difference between the dally aver Chenks and Miss Mabel Chenks—and age of that month and that for Janu den dere’s free odder«, all wronk ary being 36.000,000 gallons, or five names, yet. Try next door; goodby." Then she went back to her mis gallons per head of the estimated population of the board's area, which tress. "None of 'am ranted to see la 7,099,871. The average dally supply you,” she beamed "Defr tickets vaa per head throughout the year waa far odder houses. T guess maybe dey 31.67 gallons, a decrease from 331,** ain't llffed here long.”—cloveland Plain Dealer. ( gallons In 1909 10 Ixmdon Globa.