I Built on the
I Rock Eternal
( By Warner Littlcjohn X
(Copyright, 1916, by W. Q. Chapman.)
"You are very unfair!"
"Why not put It clever? In this
world the man who look out sharply
for his own Interests wins. That's
what I have done."
"At a cost to the business here and a
personal loss on my part. Hackett,
you are not an honest man."
John Hackett flushed up. His hard
(ace became resentful, then vicious.
"I'll prosecute you If you say that
outside!" he blustered.
! "I have no Intention of doing so," re
plied William Barry, In his usual quiet,
but meaning way. "I drop all the mean
details of your shrewd manipulation
of affairs here, shall withdraw my cap
ital and say good-by "
; "Bee here, Barry!" cried Hackett
aghast, "you can't mean that!"
"I do unqualifiedly. There Is one
hundred and fifty thousand, my invest
ed capital, coming to me. There should
be over double that, for all the years
you have been using the money of the
firm in outside deals in which I right
fully should have a share. My lawyer
will call to make the settlement
Good-day."
! It was a serious break in both busi
ness and family relations, but William
Barry went on the peaceful tenor of
his way and refused to discuss it.
i "I have simply retired," he told his
Intimate friends. "I have always
worked to an end, and am now rich
enough to provide for its fulfillment."
I "I've got half a million!" Hackett
chuckled to himself, "and no discus'
slon about it. Three to one against
Barry now I can reach my ambition."
After that William Barry merely
bowed politely to his former partner
when he pased him on the street. This
nettled Hackett. In his soul he recog
nized the lofty superiority of an honest
man. Then, too, he secretly winced
as he realized that In fact and truth
he had swindled Barry.
Fort two yearB his only child, moth
erless Felice, and Arnold Barry had
been friends, chums, almost lovers.
The first thing Hackett did waB to
send his daughter away to boarding
I'll Prosecute You If You Say That
Outside!"
chool. Felice understood what this
meant a change in her pleasant rela
tions with Arnold.
i The latter had Just graduated as a
physician. This entirely harmonized
with the plan his father had formod
Upon Us execution both now set heart,
mind and capital at work.
: "The dream of his life," William
Barry called it. In due course of time
the .people of Winston saw the house
tn which the Barrys had lived for
many years removed to a selocted plat
of the ten-acre grounds, in the center
of which it stood. It was fenced In by
Itself, reniodelod, and then in the cen
ter of the larger plat the construction
of a pretentious building was begun
1 The site was beautiful, for the spot
was a natural park. At tirst It was be
lieved that the Barrys were building a
summer hotel. Then the truth began
to leak out.
j "The dream of William Barry's life"
was to maintain a summer home for
tired mothers and weak and ailing
'children, gathered from the poorer
quarters of the big city twenty-five
'miles distant In this work they had
the co-operation of a leading philan
thropic association in the metropolis.
'Arnold was to devote his skill as a
physician to the free Inmates of the
ihotne. Nurses and matrons were em
ployed. A spacious and comfortable
.edifice arose on the crest of the hill,
and the evening when the place burst
into a blaze of electric light all the
town celebrated.
j "Humph!" sneered Hackett" fool
and his moneyl"
j And then, out of pure perversity,
emulation and vanity, the lonely eld
money-maker determined to vaunt the
possibilities of his ill-gotten wealth by
erecting, half a mile away from the
palatial home he had built a family
mausoleum. His selfish pride craved
tome kind of a tribute to his wealth.
By the time the mausoleum was com
pleted Hackett bad expended well on
towards on hundred thousand dollars.
It was a handsome show piece of ex
travagance, nothing more, yet Hackett
cherished It as the apple of his eye.
He went past It at least once a day.
He had columns describing it in the
newspapers. He ruled, the money
bags nabob of the town, and foolishly
believed that he was the envied of all
en.
He was sadly disappointed when, at
the end of a year, Felice came home
from boarding school and settled down
into the cheerless life he had marked
out for her. She had no heart in the
big sprawling mansion, the mausoleum
cast a gruesome spell over her spirits.
The stern decision of her irrational
father that she should not even notice
the Barrys, chilled her as would a win
try blast a delicate, lovely flower.
Twice she met Arnold Barry. Her
father learned of It. He exacted a
promise from her that she would dis
continue all communication with the
Barrys, and her gentle heart nearly
broke.
"It will stand forever!" vaunted
Hackett one day to a fellow townsman,
the sweep of his hand proudly taking
In the grand mausoleum.
"Dunno, Hackett," dissented the
practical neighbor. "They tell me It's
got a floating foundation, as they call
It. Used to be quicksand where the
river sweeps around Just below it."
"Nonsense!" declared Hackett, rasp-
ingly. "It's built for the ages!"
The weeks went by. Poor mourning
Felice grew paler and more quiet. Her
father wandered uneasily about the
lonely mansion. Then came a three
days' deluge. Just at dusk, as the
weather cleared, he crossed the turbid
Bwollen stream to view the monument
that had cost him a fortune.
"Solid as rock they won't soon for
get the name of Hackett!" he tried to
console himself by saying.
Then he started back, horrified. He
saw the cliff side crumble. He saw
the great mausoleum swerve, its un
dermlned foundation give way, and It
seemed to disintegrate and slide into
the roaring stream below before his'
appalled vision.
He had built on the sand mausoleum,
and happiness. He was chilled, fright
ened. He turned his back upon his
wasted labor with a hollow groan.
Was heaven reproaching him; was
fate mocking? How hollow the gains
of all his pride and scheming! He halt
ed, trembling, as the sound of a Joy
ous hymn of praise was borne to his
hearing on the evening s breeze.
He saw the children's home all
ablaze with the glory of the setting
sun, he heard care-free Juvenile voices
chantlne gratitude and content. Ah!
how completely had the Barrys car
ried out their great life dream to make
others happy!
He was shivering like a leaf as he
reached home. There the sad, re
signed face of his lonely daughter
chlded him anew. He was overcome
with remorse, all grew dark-
It was a month later when, looking
older by twenty years, he tottered
about the garden, leaning on Felice's
arm for support. She was the kind
thoughtful daughter In every way, but
her wearied eyes told of hopelessness
of her life. Someone passed by.
Who was that?" inquired her
father.
"Arnold Barry, father," replied Fe
lice, meekly.
"Call him in. Felice, I I have
changed my mind. If you are mourn
ing over my past unreasonable stern
ness, forget, forgive."
"Oh! father"
"And tell him tell him I will ba
glad to give half my fortune to enlarge
the children's home."
The sun burst forth brilliantly from
behind a passing cloud as he spoke
the harbinger of courage and hope for
an erring soul that saw the true light
at last.
Men and Women Comrades.
It is not the factory system and
the small family, improving public
health and postponed marriages, that
work for the success of feminism, but
that much despised thing a spiritual
force. That force is simply the
spreading recognition of the comrade
ship of men and women which is the
result of our expanding knowledge
and our expanding sympathies, and
which operates independently of fac
tory systems and birthrates. We may
call It, If we will, one phase of democ
racy. Wherever the nations are en
gaged in a struggle for liberty, men
now freely accept, women as their
partners tn the struggle and in the
fruits of victory. This is the explana
tion of Flnlnnd and of Russia; in the
unequal contest against dospotlsm the
man turns to his immemorial helpmeet
a hateful word now robbed of its de
graded connotation. The spirit of
comradeship between the Bexes flour
ishes most strongly where the imme
diate need for it operates most
strongly. New York Evening Post.
First Farm Paper In 1681.
So far as we can learn, the first at
tempt at publishing an agricultural or
farm paper was made In England in
1681. John Houghton started the col
lection of letters tor the Improvement
of husbandry and trade. As the name
implies, Houghton bad the right Idea
of a farm paper. He filled it with)
me practical experience oi uis reu
era.
In that age, 200 year ago, America
was supposed to be a wilderness, yet
tt la probable that Boston and New
York knew more of each other than
one rural county of England knew
of the next one. Those were the day
when, In order to stimulate the cloth
ing trade, the English parliament
passed laws ordering the burial of the
dead In woolen cloth. There 1 no
record a to how Houghton obtained
hi fubscrlber. Rural New Yorker.
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Charming
E
3NAR - ABID-AKBAR-SOL-
iman-Hassan," the strange,
mysterious words of Mous-
sa-el-Hawy, broke the si
lence, and we followed him
quietly,
almost stealthily, as we
chanting solemnly, writes
walked,
George Renwlck In the London Chron
icle. Suddenly the chant ceased, he
stopped, and immediately we, too,
Btood still and waited, watching eag
erly, expectantly, for we were hunt
ing for serpents in the sacred pre
cincts of Karnak Itself. Comparative
ly few people today are interested in
the ancient art of snake charming and
yet it is one of the oldest arts that
exist, known long before the days of
Ptolemies, and used even now when
snakes become too numerous and a
trouble to the people of Egypt.
Although many Indians and Egyp
tians profess to have the power to
fascinate serpents, there are but two
or three men at present who are really
expert, so that we were exceptionally
fortunate that at the time of our visit
to Luxor Moussa-el-Hawy, the most
tamous of them, should be there also,
wid that we were able to arrange a
hunting expedition with him.
Hunting With Moussa-el-Hawy.
Mounted on sturdy donkeyB we had
ridden out from the great hotel on the
eastern bank of the Nile, out past the
gardens filled with palms and Labbak
trees, past the great avenue of sacred
sphinxes placed there 3,000 years ago
by Rameses II. Then, Just before we
reached the Grand Pylon itself, we
turned abrurtly to the right and gal
loping across the sand, drew up at
the entrance of a grove of date palms
surrounded by a high mud wall.
"Awad-El-Halla Mahammed-Hamdl-Allah."
Again the weird chanting be
gan, words that to us meant nothing;
they sounded but a series of names,
but in them lay the secret of the
charm. The meaning Moussa told us,
when we asked him later was this:
"Ohl Bacred is the power I hold over
78 varieties of reptile, descended to
me from the prophet. Oh! come you
snakes to me and I will not harm you,
for Bhould I kill you I would lose my
charm."
Moussa shook his head and started
forward again, walking cautiously, mo
tioning to us to follow, and this time
as he stopped he smiled, showing his
perfect white teeth. "One snake," he
said, and plunging his arm Into the
vegetation at the foot of a tree, he
drew out a long, thin reptile, wrig
gling violently and showing its thin.
pointed tongue. Moussa dropped it for
an instant, and men, as me snaue
. U J 1 i.
was aDOUl to escape, uo bbiibu h
Just above the head and, holding It
close to his face, spoke to It softly
while he said to us, as at last he put
the now quiet creature into a basket
he had brought, "Moussa now find one
big cobra, but not in this garden, and
so off we went across the desert
As we mounted our donkeys, Mous
sa-el-Hawy had pointed to the temple
of Karnak, but as we rode toward one
of the eastern gates it suddenly oc
curred to us that it would be well to
test hit powers, and, choosing a spot
where there was only an old tumbled
wall, we called to him to see what he
could find here where he must be en
tirely unprepared. Willingly the snake
charmer Jumped down and, walk
ing directly to the wall, picked from
the top a large scorpion which crawled
and clung to his hand. Without even
stopping to put the horrible thing into
hi basket, he started on again, walk
ing swiftly this time, as though on
the track of something worth while,
chanting softly a though oblivious of
our disturbing presence. Then, deft
ly chr"g'n the tcorpion into Ma
other hand, Mousea plunged his arm
Into a crarlo In the wall and with an
exclamation of delight pulled out a
thick serpent covered with red spot.
which fought and clung to the pro
tecting tonee. "One very bad cobra,"
he shouted with glee. "Standa!" and
the cobra that he had thrown upon the
ground lay motionless as though dead.
Another wave and It came to life
again, wriggling backward and for
ward, twisting and turning, altogether
reoulslve and loathsome, and then as
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a 5nake
Moussa made another pass It disap
peared into a hole which he had made
with his stick in the sand. In horror
we all protested. Had he allowed this
dangerous creature to escape? Oh,
no! Twice he struck the ground, and
out came the flat head, to be seized
and thrust together with the scorpion
Into the basket. "Enough here; we
go to Karnak." Moussa had stood the
test, and we followed him now with
respect.
Within the Gates of Karnak.
Through the gate of Rameses the
Great, among the fallen columns and
colonnades, past the greatest obelisk
In Egypt which still stands in its ori
ginal position, and at last Into the
famous Hypostyle hall, with its ele
gant lotus pillars. What a scene it
was Just at sunset, when the glorious
light from the west across the Nile
touched the beautiful temple with
gold, as it has done each day for more
than thirty centuries. The tourists
were all gone by now, and everything
waB silent but for the chanting of
Moussa-el-Hawy, which seemed to
carry us back into the past. It was all
so natural, so in keeping with the sur
roundings of the old world that for a
time we all forgot the object of our
expedition, and It seemed but a mo
ment when from behind one of the
huge columns glided a great cobra,
and, rising itself to Its full height, it
spread its hood and hissed at us. It
was as though the royal cobra of the
Pharaohs had come down out of the
paintings and come to life, defying us,
hating us for disturbing the peace of
centuries, daring to cross the sacred
threshold of the temple.
Two more serpents Moussa-el-Hawy
found that afternoon before we tired of
our hunt and started homewards, each
deadly and horrible of its kind, and at
last, before we departed, he threw
them all together upon the ground, a
disgusting mass, crawling and hissing
at each other. To us they were repel
lent and revolting, but to the snake
charmer they were wonderful, and we
left him comparing their beauties and
describing to an admiring group of
ragged urchins what splendid sport
we had had.
Establishing Relations.
'I have Just telephoned to your new
neighbors to ask them If there is any
thing we can lend them," said Mrs.
Scrimplns. .
"Aren't you getting wonderfully gen
erous?" asked her husband.
"Oh, it's JuBt as well to be neighbor
ly. Most of our stuff is pretty well
worn out and as they moved in I saw
a lot of things that will be worth hav
ing when It comes our turn to bor-
row.
In the Wheat Belt
"Do you ever hire actors to help har
vest?"
"Been in vaudeville or the legit?"
asked the farmer.
"What difference does that maker'
"A man who has been in a tour-act
play expects to do more work than the
hero of a twenty minute saeicn.
Gratified Boatman.
"Well," said Noah, as he launched
the ark, "there's a certain satisfaction
about the situation."
"What's that?"
"This Is one argument in which our
shipping Une gets all the best of K.
Th transcontinental carrier woat
have a chance."
More Important
TMd you get his number r" mur-
mnred th man who had been run over
by the auto to the policeman.
"No.
"Weft, what kind of a looking car
wasitr
"I dont know. I waa trying to get
hi number." Life.
Th Real Spenders,
Skids I can sell you lists of name
of people earning three, four and Ore
thousand dollars a year.
Skittles H'm, have you any list of
people earning, say, three thousand
year and spending four thousand?
Puck.
CAME TO A SUDDEN FINISH
Intervention of Cyclone Ended Phys
ical Contest Between the "Old
Man" and Sue.
"Never, never, shall I forget how
that ar" cyclone swooped down on us,"
said the old man. "It was about three
o'clock in the afternoon and me an'
the old woman was hoein' corn down
thar' by the river. I was ahead of
her about two hills an' she hit me on
the heel with her hoe.
"'You did that on purpose to be
mean,' sez I as I turns about
" 'Yer dratted heels ar1 too long by
a foot,' sez she, as she bristles up to
me.
" 'Yer another!' yells I, as I drops
my hoe.
"'Take It back!' yells she, as she
spits on her hands and squares off.
" 'Never! Sue White, I'm gwlne to
swipe the meanness out o' yo' or die
a-tryin'!'
" 'You can't wallop nuthin', ole man.'
"With that," he continued, "we
clinched and that thar tout was sun
thin' Jist awful to see. The corn was
about knee high and I reckon we de
stroyed half an acre of it as we
pranced about. Bimeby I gin her a
twist and a flop an' she went sailin'
and Jist then the cyclone busted in on
from the river. The ole woman
was waltln' to cum down so's to tackle
me again, when thar" was a biff skit!
skit! and I never sot eyes on her
again."
"Was she blown away?" I queried.
"Slowed away like a feather, sir,
while I was flung down and got hold
of a bush. That cyclone made a sweep
over forty miles long and we never
found her mangled remains, even.
Poor old Sue!"
It must have surprised her?"
Yes, I think it did. She had her
fingers all spread out to clutch my
ha'r as she cum down, an' she was
sayin' as how he'd make a wreck o' me
when she lighted, and then thar' cum
whiff! whiff! and she was gone. She
must have bin powerfully surprised,
but the Lord's ways ar' past flndln'
out, an' supper'll be ready in about
five mlnlts." Chicago Dally News,
Armed Citizenry.
The suggestion that the people of
the United States form clubs and com
panies for rifle practice and familiar
ize themselves in the use of weapons
in readiness for protection in case of
war is only new in the form of the
weaponB in which we are asked to be
come skilled. In an epistle to the sher
iff of London, dated June 12, 1349, 666
years ago, Edward III sets forth how
'the people of our realm, as well of
good quality as mean, have common
ly in their sports before these times
exercised their skill of shooting ar
rows; whence it is well known that
honor and profit have accrued to our
whole realm, and to us, by the help
of God, no small assistance in our
warlike acts. Now, however, the said
skill being, as it were, wholly laid
aside," the king commands the sheriff
to make public proclamation that
'every one of the said city, strong in
body, at leisure times on holidays, use
in their recreations bows and arrows,
of pellets and bolts, and learn and ex
ercise the art of Bhooting, forbidding
all and singular on our behalf that
they do not after any manner apply
themselves to the throwing of stones,
wood or iron, handball, football, bun-
dy ball, cambuck or cock-fighting, nor
such, like vain plays which have no
profit in them." Cambuck or cam-
mock was the ancient name for
hockey or shinny.
More Asbestos Produced,
The asbestos-producing industry of
the United States is growing. For
many years we have been the greatest
manufacturers and users of asbestos,
drawing our raw material from Can
ada, but we are now getting some ex
cellent fiber in our own country. The
most notable feature of the asbestos
Industry in 1914 was the development
of a new field In Arizona, which Is
furnishing a grade of fiber that com
pares very favorably with the Cana
dian. As the mineral occurs in the
Grand canyon it is frequently desig
nated Grand Canyon asbestos, al
though the deposit in that remarkable
natural wonder is not yet producing
asbestos commercially. For electric
installation the Arizona asbestos
even better than the Canadian product,
for it contains a lower percentage of
Iron. Asbestos of a low grade has
been produced in Georgia for many
years.
' Lightning Begin on Tim.
A bolt of lightning, shooting through
an 18-inch stone wall at the heme of
William Reese, near Valley Forge,
Pa., tore a hole In the building as large
as a man's head, struck a grandfa
ther's clock in a room where the fam
ily was gathered and threw the glass
door of the clock across the room
shattering it into a thousand pieces
over the head of the farmer, who was
lying on a couch.
The bolt, stunning his oldest daugh
ter, rendering the younger daughter
deaf and shocking all In the room, dis
charged Itself through the lower por
tion of the house, and a dog which lay
on the floor was killed.
The works of th clock were dam
aged and the wood splintered.
Algeria' Population.
Algeria has a total population of be
tween 6,ooo,uou ana b.oou.uou, oi wnom
only a little more than 800,000 are of
European origin. The French have
not found It expedient during this war
to insist upon compulsory military
service on the part of the natlvt Mo
hammedan population
IS IDE 1 11
Auffenberg Put in Cell to Save
Archduke.
Austrian Commander Sent to Prison
by Emperor to Prevent Expose of
Disaster In Serbia Blamed
Frederick.
Venice, Italy. The story of the fall
of Gen. Baron Auffenberg from his
position as commander of one of the
tnost powerful of the Austro-Hun-garian
armies to an Incommunicado
cell in an unnamed prison is one of
the most closely guarded secrets in
Vienna. Austrian newspapers are not
allowed even to mention his name and
inquirers in the Hungarian house of
deputies have been advised to let the
matter drop.
From information which has Just
reached Venice it appears that the
general was summarily arrested aa
he was about to leave for Switzerland
and has not been allowed to communi
cate even with his family or lawyers.
His object in going to Switzerland was
the publication of a volume of me
moirs, in which he hoped to establish
his innocence of mismanaging the
Austrian campaign against Serbia by
putting the blame upon the shoul
ders of the commander In chief, the
Archduke Frederick.
The following explanation of Gen
eral Auffenberg's rise and fall comes
from personal friends of the general.
It is in general agreement with such
facts of the case as have been pre
viously established:
"General Auffenberg, as a former
minister of war and one of the great
soldiers of the empire, was placed in
command of the armies which under
took the invasion of Serbia at the
beginning of the war. This invasion
ended disastrously. The Austrtans
were defeated with tremendous losses
and retired across the frontier In dis
order. There was a hasty investiga
tion in Vienna and the investigators
reported that General Auffenberg was
mainly responsible, owing to his gross
mistakes of strategy in planning and
carrying out his offense. They rec
ommended that he be suspended from
bis command.
"But it seemed unwise to the mili
tary powers to draw public attention
to the extent of the disaster in Serbia,
so it was decided that Auffenberg's re
tirement be attributed to ill health
brought on by the strenuous exertions
of the campaign, and that the title of
baron should be conferred on htm to
support the Impression that after all
nothing really serious had happened
to the Austrian forces in Serbia. The
new baron was ordered home and
placed on the retired list among 'offi
cers at the disposition of the emperor
tor future military service.'
"The general came home mystified
and began a quiet investigation of the
situation. As soon as he found out
that he was blamed for the failure of
the Serbian campaign he demanded
that his side of the story should be
beard. He received no encouragement
In official circles, but it became gen
erally known among military men that
he planned to re-establish his own
reputation by showing that the blame
tor the failure must be attributed to
the Archduke Frederick.
"In one case, for example, the gen
eral declared to a group of military
men: T will not be made the scape
goat for an archduke who ought never
to have been intrusted with the su
preme command of the Imperial
forces, but who ought rather to have
been locked up in his palace in Vienna
to prevent his meddling in the conduct
of the war."
"This remark, with others of sim
ilar nature, reached the ears of the
archduke, whose influence was exer
cised to bring about the downfall of
the general. The climax came when
Auffenberg asserted that, having
failed to obtain a hearing In official
circles, he would prove his own inno
cence and the archduke's blameworthi
ness by writing a book on the war and
having It published In Switzerland.
To prevent his flight into Switzer
land and the publication of the threat
ened book Emperor Francis Joseph
himself stepped In and ordered him
arrested and placed In solitary confine
ment until the end of the war. He
was committed to prison by imperial
order, without the semblance of a
trial or investigation, and was not al
lowed to communicate with the out
side world. Questions addressed to
the government in the Hungarian
house of deputies were answered with
the statement that the government
could not at this time deal with a
purely military matter In parliament"
WEDDING ON SNAKE BRIDGE
Us Idaho License, Calling Pastor
From Prayer Across th Stat
Line.
Lewtston, Idaho. Mrs. Maud Estes
of Kamlah and A. J. Stuart of Stites
were united In marriage a few day
igo on the Lewlston-Clarkston bridge,
lust on the Idaho side of the mid-channel
of the Snake river. The parties
had come to Lewlston expecting to be
married by their pastor, the Rev. J. B.
York of the Baptist church of Stites,
who was in attendance at an associa
tion meeting at Clarkston. On learn
ing of their mission they were Invited
to be married In the association meet
ing, but this was Impossible because
the license was obtained in Idaho, and
io the meeting adjourned to the cen
ser of the bridge.