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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 22, 1915)
LOVE riK GELETT covymetr ay cncrr aunorss SYNOPSIS. Hall Bonltll, artlat-photogTapher, pre face for the day's work In hli ntuiilo. h'lodle Fliher, hli aanlatant, remind him if a party hi Is to live In th ttudlo that night, and that hla bualnein li In bud Hnanclul hap. Mr. Doremui, attorney and )uatlc of tha peace, calli and Informa Hall that hli Uncle Joan'a will haa left him M,ft,00O on condition that he marry before hla twenty-alghth birthday, which begins at midnight that night. Mra. Rena Koyalton calla at the atudlo and Hall auks her to marry him at once. She ipara for time, but Anally uareoe to rive hlui an an iwer at the party thnt night. Mm Caro lyn Dallya calla and Hull propoava to her. She agrcra to give him an anwr at the party, rioaumund Gale, art model, calla, 1 1 a 1 1 h trlea to rush hor Into an Immediate marrlago, CHAPTER V Continued. She sat bolt upright and (tared at him with harder and more glittering yes. "Today? What In the world do you mean, Hall Bonlstelle?" "Why, I'm In a hurry aren't you?" She roae and smoothed down her skirts. "Why, you know, Hall, of course I've got to get ma's consent first, anyway. Naturally. I suppose she'll want to know whether you're able to support me, and all that. Tou don't really have to work, do you?" "I'm afraid I do." Hs looked at her queerly. "Why?" "Oh, nothing, only I don't know ma's funny, sometimes It really doesn't matter, but well, you know I'm crazy about yiu. In spite of any thing, no matter what happens!" "When can you find out?" he asked a little angrily. It .was maddening, Just as he had his millions within reach. For with her consent again the millions beckoned. "Oh, I don't see that there's any par ticular hurry. Of course I'd have a lot te do in any case. There's my clothes." "Bother your clothes I I'll get you anything you want after we're mar ried. I'll be well able to afford It." "You will?" She eyed him shrewd ly. "Oh, well, then, I'll go right home and speak to ma. Of course you want it settled, I understand. I tell you, I'll let you know tonight, when I come to the party." "Fine! You will come, thea?" "Of course I'll come! I say, Hall, if ma gives her consent, we'll announce our engagement tonight!" Her eyes sparkled, as she held out her hands and let herself be folded In his arms for a farewell kiss. In that caress his fears were forgotten. Then she freed herself and walked to the office door. "Qood-by, Hall, dear! Oh, I hope we can be happy! And Bay, won't those swells open their eyes, though, when they hear the news?" She hur ried through the office without so much as a nod to Flodie. Flodle jumped up. "Oh, your boa. Miss Gale!" and handed it to her. "Oh, yes!" Rosamund took it, and emerged from her dream to look the "I've Cot to Get Ma's Consent First, Anyway." little assistant over . with scornful triumph. "Thanks." She threw It .about her neck Jauntily. "Oh, say, never mind those prints, Miss Fisher; I'll get them when I coma tonight." Up went her chin. "AH right," said Flodie sweetly. "If I have time to find them I will." "Time? I'd like to know what you're here for!" "To wait upon" Flodle paused for effect "customers!" and brought it out with force. "Well, you may not be hen so vary long, if you don't look out," said Rosa mund. "But while you are, It wouldn't hurt to be a bit more polite. Miss Fisher." Flodie held herself in well, replying, "No, that's true. But everyone Is so kind, usually, and Mr. Bonlstelle Is al ways so nice and dear to me, I sup pose I am spoiled." "Oh!" Rosamund's eyes were pis tols. "Yes, he Is a dear!" She gave a glance In the mirror. "He's a sav age when he's affectionate, though, 4,000 MILES FOR CARNATIONS Chinese Dentist Goes Half Way Across Continent and Back to Pro curs Flowers. C. Kew, a Chinese dentist of Shanghai, who is in Seattle on his way home, doesn't care about distance or obstacles once he makes up his mind he wants something. Mr. Kew arrived n the Pacific coast from Shanghai in search of health. He visited the various cities along the (W fcs DURGEB5 Isn't he! Why, he's mussed up my hair awfully. But he Is sweet, isn't be, Miss Fisher?" She smiled wicked ly and went out Into the studio Flodle shot, a bullet out of a gun. Hall was not in sight. She pounded at the door of the dark room, stopped and listened, pounded again. Bang! Bang! Bangl Hall emergod, scowling. "What's the matter?" She grabbed him by the arm. "Mr. Bonlstelle! Oh, Mr. Bonistelle," she cried, "you haven't gone and done it again, have you?" "Why, you see" Hall began to stam mer "really I think she's the best of the three don't you? It just came over me she's so devilish pretty, Flo dle and well, she's going to give me my answer tonight." "Oh, Mr. Bonlstelle!" Flodie, de spairing, dropped Into a chair and stared at him glasslly. Then she shook her head, and sighed. "Well," she said In a hard, dry voice, "I've heard of men who went out looking for trouble, but you are the first one I ever know actually to go and order it delivered at the house!" CHAPTER VI. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. Flodle was crying. Seated at her desk, her bills littered, her account books in disorder, her head was down on her arms, in an attitude of dismal aban. don. Sha did not weep, she cried. Hall Bonlstelle married and not to her! Married to whom? Ah, that was the worst of it. If Flodie had known the identity of her rival her sorrow might have, before now, been transmuted into anger. Would Mrs. Royalton, or Carolyn Dallys become Mrs. Bonlstelle? Or, worst of all, would tha wedding ring be worn by Rosamund dale? Flodle didn't know, Hall didn't know. Even Rosamund didn't know herself. Henca Flodle's tears, wet and heavy, splashing, trick ling, soaking the dark blue blotter of Flodle's desk, At two-tan sundry sounds, translat ed by Flodle's Intimate knowledge of Hall Bonistelle's ways, indicated bis approach. She sat hastily down at tha typewriter and began to print off this interesting message: "Quiz Jack; thy frowns vex 0. D, Plumb." Interesting mainly because, a con coction of Flodle's debutante days at the typewriter, it contained every known letter of the alphabet. Now it served to focus her mind on her fin-' gers, and hide her face from scrutiny. When Hall came in, she had copied the statement nine times, and seemed too busy for speech. "Say, I'm going out, Flo!" he an nounced, and tapped with his stick on the floor thoughtfully. Flodie kept right on: "thy frowns vex 0. D. Plumb." But love and curi osity won against embarrassment. She wheeled round in her chair. "What are going to do, Mr. Bonlstelle? There's work for you to do, I should think" "Lord, I don't feel much like work today, but I've finished Mrs. Royal ton's plates, Carry Dallys', too; soma of her poses are not half bad. She's almost pretty, -did you know it? I didn't have time to develop Rosamund. Sha can wait; I expect I'll have plenty of time for her later." At the inflection Flodle turned to him again with a heartbroken look. "Oh, Mr. Bonlstelle! Have you really made up your mind that she " Flodie couldn't finish. She choked. Hall laughed. "Lord, made up my mind! What good would that do? It's up to them, now. Well, I'm on the way to buy the ring and I ought to get a suit of clothes to go away in I haven't anything at all to wear." Flodie bit her lip hard. "Oh, Mr. Bonlstelle!" was she going to break down, after all? In despair, her fin gers flew to the keys of her machine. "thy frowns vex O. D. Plumb. Quiz Jack" He tapped her playfully with the tip of his stick. "Well, I'm off, Flo. See you tonight. Be here early!" Flodie turned a wretched face to him. Her eyes were wet. "But I don't know how you want the rooms decorated, Mr. Bonlstelle! " - "Oh, I don't care use your own taste. It'll be all right. You can do it. So long, Flo!" And he was off. Flodie went to the washstand be hind the screen and dabbed her eyes in cold water, then Inspected herself mercilessly in the mirror. A sigh. Sha made a face at herself and re turned listlessly to work. But mental occupation was impos sible; Flodie , had too much on her mind already. Manual exarclsa was what she needed to keep her from giving up to her misery. There were the freshly developed plates sha went into the dark room to get them. Taking the rack full of glass nega tives, she emerged and walked into the office. Busy with melancholy thoughts of Hall Bonistelle, a shock awaited her. There was a stranger in the room. "Mr. Bonistelle in?" Pacific slope and came to Seattle a week ago. After booking his passage for China he found that he had several days to wait, and, remembering that ha had tied a string on his finger to remind himself to bring home some carna tion plants, took the first train tor Chicago and sought a florist noted for the excellence of his carnations. He Just has returned from Chicago with his carnation plants end will sail Tuesday for Shanghai, where they will add their part to his flower garden. He was a tall, gaunt, stoop-ououV dercd man, with a long upper Hp. Deep lines, sharp as saw cuts, ran down his cheeks, and from tha ends of his gashlike mouth. Ills neck was flabby, the cords showing like the ribs of fan. Rusty provincial garments hung loosely upon him, draping his bony body, and in hli hands ha held a soft, felt, prehistorlo hat. Ha was not at all a city person; one almost smelt salt marshes at low tide, and clams. His Ill-cut balr, too, suggested wat seaweed. Flodle, at another time, would have bad trouble in restraining har smile. Now her heart was too heavy; her sense of the ridiculous inhibited. Sha merely looked him over carelessly, added him up as soma sort of drum mer person, and replied that her em ployer was not In. "Ain't In, eh?" Ha looked her over inquisitively. "What ba you, anyway, his wife?" He pierced her with hla little biua eyes. Tha words stung her to tha quick; her nerves were all exposed. 'She managed her face, however, and re plied, "No, I'm his assistant, that's all. Bookkeeper, sort of," Ha was still watching her shrewdly. Ain't going to marry him, be ye?" Flodle, sensitive as she was, could not help showing a little of her dis tress. -The color began to rise on ber cheeks. In her embarrassment aha bridled. "Is that any business of yours?" she answered In meek resent ment. "Yep," he said, "considerable, as it happens. Hasslngburys my name. Jonas B. Ain't never heard o' me, ba ye?" Flodle gasped. "Oh! Not Mr. Bonl stelle's cousin Jonas?" Ha nodded solemnly. "Fust cousin onee removed." "Oh," she exclaimed, "Mr. Bonts telle will be awfully sorry to have "Ain't In, Eh?" missed you. But I'm afraid he won't be back till late this afternoon. Won't, eh? Wall, now, that's too bad. I did want to have a little dish o' gossip with Hall. But, coma to think of it I dunno but perhaps you'll do Just as well," Again he Inspected tha room. "Nice place he's got here, Don't live here, though, does he? Flodie pointed into the studio. "Yes, ha has a room in there." And where do you live, miss?" Jonas demanded boldly. His tone was offensive, and Flodle's blush deepened. She managed to ba polite. "Oh, quite a way from here. In darkest Harlem." H'm!" Jonas' ayes were fastened on her keenly, watching every change in Flodie's expressive face. "Ain't sweet on him, be ye?" Flodle rose in wrath. What right had he why should ha stumble so on tha truth! It was torture for her. She walked toward the stockroom trembling. "If you'll axcuse me, Mr. Hassingbury, I've got soma pictures to print." She started to enter. "Hold on a minute, miss, I want to talk to ye!" said Jonas, beckoning with a bony finger. "I'm sorry, but I'm awfully busy, Flodie stammered. "Wall," he remarked, "so be I. This Is important, though. I guess you can spare me five minutes or so. I didn't come up all the way from Branford, Connecticut, and miss prayer meetin night at that Just for the fun of it. See here: Is Hall married, or not? That's what I want to know." Still Flodie's color mounted. "No, he's not. Why?" "See here, miss!" Jonas beckoned again. "Set ye down; you needn't be afraid, I ain't goln' to hurt ye. I'm i religious man and a church member ye can trust me. Mebbe you think I'm stlckln' my nose into what's none of my business, but, land! I'm his cousin, and I guess I got a "good right to know' his plans on the subject matrimony." He gazed at her cruelly "And I expect you know why. Now, don't ye?" "No," said Flodie faintly, leaning oa the desk for support. "I sea ya know mora'n you're willin to let on," ha continued. "I wa"n born yesterday, miss, nor yet the day before, and I know somethln' about women, if I be a bachelor. Up in Branford they call me weather-wise. Wall, the signs on a woman's face is just as easy, sometimes. Now see here " he hitched his chair nearer to Flodie. "You don't want Hall Boni stelle to git married no more'n I do Ain't that so?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) "It never occurred to me until now how odd It must seem to anyone to travel to Chicago and back for a few carnations," said Mr. Kew. "However, I am a lover of flowers and wanted this especial kind, so I guess my trip was not wasted. I saw a lot of inter esting country and Chicago itself, which, by the way, was most extraor dinarily dirty." Seattle Dispatch to the Portland Oregonian. Bulgaria's population is now esti mated at 4,900,000. MM FROM DEFEAT His Greatest Success Came to Him in the Midst of Failure. By MAY C. RINGWALT. "I'm tired and sick of it," slghod Letitta, hor complaining voice rasping upon Dlgby's nerves like the rough touch of rand paper. "Housework from morning till night. Cooking a meal, eating a moal, washing dishes after a meal that's all I have in my lite," Instinctively DIgby looked about the cozy living room with the bright flames in the open fireplace, the bright flow ers from the home garden that Letltln had so artistically arranged in their pretty vases with Mildred's new piece of music on the open piano, Tom's violin case In the corner, Pink's reversible doll sprawling on the sofa, the black Dinah head uppermost. " "I might as well talk to a atone wall as to you, DIgby," his wife went on querulously. "Sitting there llko a graven Image Btaring Into space and smiling actually smiling!" "I wasn't conscious of smiling," apologized DIgby, "but it seems so pleasant here so homey and com fortable." "Yes, very pleasant and comfort able," she repeated sarcastically, when all you have to do Is to sit down and take your ease." Again DIgby found It impossible to put his thoughts into words, but as the sense of weariness that he had shaken off as he contentedly seated himself in his arm chair swept over him once more, his mind turned back to the long, hard day's work in his orange grove. "The crop won't be as large as last spring," he said with exasperating ir relevance, "but I never saw finer val encias than we have this year." Letitia's lips curled. "And what good will it do us?" she cried, adroitly using the turn in the conversation for a new angle of fault finding. "You'll simply put in more trees. Spend the money in new irri gating ditches new piping. I'll have nothing to show for it." "Letltia," he asked with a puzzled pucker in his forehead, "what are you driving at?" 'I'm driving at being poked away on a stupid ranch year in and year out instead of spending our winters in town like other people!" He understood at last their next- door neighbors' proposed flitting to Los Angeles was responsible for Le titia's sudden discontent. "My dear," he blundered, pleased at having so reasonable an argument to offer, "Jim Morton's position is very different from mine. He married a rich wife, and" And you only a penniless orphan!" The red danger signals flared in Le titia's cheeks and her black eyes flashed. "But I can tell you right now, Digby Hollister, if I was only a coun try school teacher when you married me, I had more money then to spend on myself than I've ever had since. More good times. More everything. And if I'd known if only I'd known what an endless Brind married life was, I'd have remained single to my dying day!" "Letitia, do you mean that?" "Yes, I mean that and a great many other things that wouldn't be pleasant for you to hear!" And dashing down the magazine whose leaves she had been cutting, Letltia took flight In a tempest of anger and tears. One day followed another, and strangely enough the world went on as though nothing had happened. But to Digby the sweetness had suddenly gone out of the meadow lark's liquid music, No longer was there warmth and color and beauty in the cloudless sky, in the deepening gold of the oranges on his trees. And in the house, while Letitia talked to him as usual, perhaps a little more than usual, while Pink still perched on his knee, Tom discussed football with the same enthusiasm, and Mildred dimpled and coquetted in her woman child way, there was a deep gulf fixed between the old happiness and the present benumbing sense of discour agement and failure. Digby had other worries besides the quarrel with his wife. A high wind blowing and buffeting through the or chard bad kept him on tenterhooks for twenty-four hours and left him anxious. Few oranges had fallen. They were too heavy, had too firm a grip upon the tree. But the wind had stripped off leaves, broken some of the weaker branches. Left here, there, everywhere, patches of fruit exposed to frost should a cold snap set In. And it was an unusual year in south ern California. The rainfall below the average. The weather unseasonable, changeable, so that no one knew what to expect next. There was a nervous tension throughout the community. An eager comparing of notes in regard to "off" years. A heated discussion of prob abilities among the weatherwise. During all this trying time of wait ing and watching, Digby was very si lent "glum," Letitia called it, quietly resentful that he did not talk over his anxieties. But to Digby talking things over with his wife was no longer possible. For It was the truth behind Letitia's angry words that cut to the quick. When he married he had expected such a different future for himself than tho one he had been able to real ize. He had hoped, though, that other things that he had not banked on then had made up for tha honors and riches that he had' boyishly dreamed to lay at the feet of the woman he loved with an old-fashioned knightlincss of heart happy little surprises of their dally comradeship that had flowered their uphill path of toil and struggle; the Joy and pride that they had taken In their children; their pleasant neigh borhood Interests and intimacies. But now that he knew that the purple and fine linen of life wore necessary to Le titia's happiness, that she had bitterly felt their lack, every mishap suddenly seemed part and parcel of bis failure to satisfy her, and humiliated be hid his fears deep down In the depths of his sensitive, hurt soul. And more and more chill grew the air that swept down from tha snow covered mountains fitfully the mer cury fell and rose again fell and rose. The smudging pots were put in roaditiess. An extra supply of crude oil laid In. A dozen times a night Dig by was up, his head out the window. Then with tho unoxpoctedness of the long expected tha blow came. In an hour's time, tho mercury dropped ten degrees. And the sun was still shining a pale, sickly shine. "A killing frost tonight," was the bulletin of warning read In dumb si lence throughout that fruit-growing world. But It was a brave world. No thought of supinely giving up until driven to tha last ditch. War had been declared. That was all. The fight was on. In the darkness of night and tho death grapple Dlgby's garden of gold en beauty and promise was suddenly transformed into a hell of ghoulish ugliness lurid with leaping flames, belching forth black clouds of smut ty smoke. Ills face a dull, blank white, a hunt ed look in his eyes, hour after hour, the master of the garden worked like a demon possessed and knew that all his labor, all his expense, was In vain. At last, Just as the mocking bright ness of dawn was flushing the dark ness of the eastern sky, DIgby, leaving tho fires in charge of his hired man, staggered back to the house and, steal ing in like a thiol In the night, dropped exhausted upon the living room floor. At the sound of the stealthily-opening front door, Letitia, who bad spent sloopless hours lying dressed on the foot of the bed, sprang eagerly up and lighted her candle. Then suddenly a strange, sickening sensation went through her entire be ing. Something someone had fallen. She ran Into the hall, and, holdl.-i; out her candle, peered Into the bla:k depths below. "Digby!" she tried to call out, but her throat closed and she could not articulate She had no recollection of going down the stairs, but an instant later she found herself in the living room, her shaking candle held over the un conscious form at her feet. The pale light from the candle ac centuated the white haggardness of her husband's face, the black smudges of soot that gave it a weird uncanni ness. "Digby!" she cried, frantically shak ing him by the arm. "Digby!" There was an answering tremor In the crumpled body. A stir of move ment. Slow lifting of the heavy eye lids. A deep-drawn sigh. She set down the candle and ran for water a glass of wine. Kneeling by his side, she gently forced her arm un der his shoulders, raising him into a sitting posture, his head pillowed against her breast. "Another failure, Letitia," he fal tered at last. "All our oranges are gone." "What difference does it make about the old oranges!" she cried Joyously, tears streaming her cheeks. "What difference about anything, so we still have each other! Oh, Digby you gavo me such a fright! I thought you were dead!" MADE FROM VEGETABLE OILS Material Used In Manufacturing Mar garlne, the Substitute for Butter. Margarine, the cheap substitute for butter, is made now principally from vegetable oils. These are cocoanut oil, palm oil and cottonseed oil. A certain amount of butter is generally contained in It, but in most countries the quantity of this is restricted b; law. These oils are carefully refined by complex chemical processes and blended In proportions that will make them imitate butter as nearly as pos sible. They must melt readily at the temperature of the human body, other wise they cannot be digested. These fats, although possessing the same nutritive value as butter, do not contain the vltamines that are so es sential to maintain normal growth and health, while butter and olive oil do contain them, says an exchange. So anyone who uses these substitutes should be careful that the rest of his dietary makes up for this deficiency. For example, a diet of bread made from bleached flour with margarine instead of butter would not maintain health and would need to be supple mented by plenty of milk, fresh vege tables and eggs. According to a recent dispatch from Germany, an attempt is now making there to utilize sunflower seeds as a source of material for margarine. The Young Patient. A clever nurse has an irlglnal way of inducing a young patient to take a certain amount of milk the doctor ordered. The child rebelled against It, until she poured it over freshly popped corn, and, after allowing It to stand for a short time, strained It carefully and carried It to the patient. After he was persuaded to "Just taste I!," and did so with a contemptuous sip, he finished it with a relish, and there was no more trouble as long as the milk diet lasted. A Professional Adviser. Brown It was too bad about Doc tor Bmlthson's death. He was only thirty-five. Jones Yes; but In a way his work was finished. He had Just completed bis book, "How to Live to Be a Hun dred." Various Substitutes. "Do you think money is essential to happiness?" "Not absolutely. I know several women who are perfectly happy ac cumulating soap wrappers and tobac co coupons."" Small Haul. "Well, what's the catch today?" aBked the commanding oftlcer. "Thirty prisoners, excellency." "Iiahl I never take home a string of less than 30,000. Throw 'em all back.' gQU1S Mm II - ' II IX '. .-yw-X-vX . ........ 3EPUOIA. T HE Sequoia National park Is twenty-four years old, yet, east of the Rockies, It is scarcely known. Yellowstone and Yosemite are the only two names which the enormous ma jority of easterners think of when na tional parks are mentioned. Never theless, Sequoia Is, perhaps, In point of average beauty, the superior of all. It was dear to the heart of John Muir, father of National parks, and Chief Geographer R. B. Marshall, who knows them all as no other man knows them, having surveyed or tra versed them in person, has declared In print that it possesses beauty as great as all others combined. It Is par excellence the camping-out park, as some day will be discovered. Perhaps the most potent reason for Its lack of celebrity is that this is the Big Tree park, and the general public associates the Big Trees of California with Yosemite. The Mariposa grove, within easy reach of the Yosemite valley, contains several enormous se quoia trees. In fact the Yosemite Na tional park contains three groves of these giants, the two others being the Merced and Tuolumne groves, which lie within easy reach to the north west. The Sequoia National park, how ever, which lies many miles south of Yosemite, was created to preserve, for the use and pleasure of the people of the United States, by far the great est groves of the oldest, the biggest, and tha most remarkable trees living in this world. They number 1,166,800. Of these, 12,000 exceed 10 feet In diameter. The General Sherman tree, most celebrated of all, Is 279.9 feet high with a diameter of 36.5 feet. Tho Abraham Lincoln tree is 270 feet high with a diameter of 31 feet. The Wil liam McKiuley tree Is 291 feet high with a diameter of 28 feet. Of Mighty Dimensions. The General Grant National park is usually mentioned with Sequoia be cause, though separated by six miles of mountain and forest, the two are practically the same national park. It contains only 2,536 acres and was created only for the protection of the General Grant tree, a monster se quoia 264 feet high and 35 feet in diameter. But General Grant shares his domain with distinguished neigh bors, notably the George Washington tree, which la only nine feet less In height and nix feet less in diameter. The sequoias are the oldest living things in this world. "They are the connecting link," writes Ellsworth Huntington, "between the ancient East and the modern West. "Three thousand fence posts, suffi cient to support a wire fence around 8,000 or 9,000 acres, have- been made from one of these giants, and that was only the first step toward using its huge carcass. Six hundred and fifty thousand shingles, enough to cover the roofs of 70 or 80 houses, formed the second item of Its prod uct. Finally there still remained hundreds of cords of firewood which no one could use becaune of the pro hibitive expense of hauling the wood out of the mountains. "Huge as the sequoias are, their size is scarcely so wonderful as their age. A tree that has lived 500 years Is still In Its 'early youth; one that has rounded out 1,000 summers and winters is only in full maturity; and old age, the threo score years and ten of tho sequoias, does not come for 17 or 18 centuries. Growing Before Exodus. "How old tho oldest trues may be is not yet certain, but I have counted the rings of 79 that were over 2,000 His Sad State. "My Uncle Festus is in a deplorable condition," related Maudlin Morose. "Ho has such sinister symptoms and so many of them that he Is firmly convinced that he is being hurried to the tomb by a serious malady, but juat what it is ho don't know. You see, bo got bold of a patent medicine almanac giving a long list of symp toms which he at once recognized as being the very ones that ho himself was entertaining, although he wouldn't havo known he had 'em it he hadn't read It there in uncompromising black and white. And then ho found to his horror that the next page, giving the name of the awful disease which caused those symptoms was torn out. So now ho knows beyond the perad venture of a doubt that there Is some thing terrible the matter with him, but can't determine what it is." Elizabethan Dyes. So far back as the days of Eliza beth concerted measures were taken to Improve the dyes employed in Eng land. In 1759 a dyer named Morgan Hubblethorne was sent to Persia, "to In NATIONAL. PARK. years of age, of three that were over 3,000, and of one that was 3,150. "In the days of the Trojan war and of the exodus of the Hebrews from Egypt this oldest tree was a sturdy sapling, with stiff, prickly foliage like that of a cedar, but far more com pressed. It was doubtless a grace ful, sharply conical tree, 20 or 30 feet high, with dense, horizontal branches, the lower ones of which swept tha ground. Like the young trees of to day, the ancient sequoia and the clump of trees of similar age which grew close to it must have been a charming adornment of the landscape. By the time of Marathon the trees had lost the hard, sharp lines of youth, and were thoroughly mature. The lower branches had disappeared, up to a height of a hundred feet or more; the giant trunks were disclosed as bare, reddish columns covered with' soft bark six Inches or a foot In thick; as; the upper branches had ac quired a slightly drooping aspect; and the spiny foliage, far removed from the ground, had assumed a graceful, rounded appearance. Then for cen turies, through the days of Rome, the Dark Ages and all the period of the growth of European civilization, tha ancient giants preserved the same ap pearance, strong and solid, but with a strangely attractive, approachable quality." ' The Sequoias are found scattered all over the park, which has an area of 161,597 acres, but the greater trees are gathered in 13 groups of many acres each, where they grow close to gether. The following Is a list of a few of the principal trees, with their names, height, and diameter: Giant Forest Grove. General Sherman, height, 279.9 feet; dlametor, 36.5 feet. Abraham Lincoln, height, 270 feet; diameter, 31 feet. William McKlnley, height, 291 feet; diameter, 28 feet. Muir Grove. Dalton, height, 292 feet; diameter, 27 feet. Garfield Grove. California, height, 260 feet; - diam eter, 30 feet. General Grant Grova. General Grant, height, 264 feet; diameter, 35 feet. George Washington, height, 255 feet; diameter, 29 feet. The General Sherman tree was dis covered by James Wolverton, a hunt er and trapper, on August 7, 1879, at which time he named the tree in honor of General Sherman, under whom he had served during tha war. Home of the Golden Trout. The general country Is one of the most beautiful in America, abounding in splendid streams, noble valleys, striking ridges, and towering moun tains. Some of the best trout fishing in the world Is found here. The park la the home of the celebrated golden trout, which is found nowhere else in such perfection of color. These mountains and valleys form literally one of the most available pleasure spots on the continent. It is easily traveled and abounds in fine camping grounds. The water is drink able In all tho streams. Aside from the sequoias the largest, oldest, tall est, and most valuable forest trees are found here. There are forests of pine, fir, cedar, and many deciduous trees that are fairly royal. There are many shrubs, wild flowers, ferns and mosses of wonderful luxuriance and beauty. It is a park of birds. Iowa's bee Industry has a value of $1,500,000 a year. the end that the arte of dyeing may be brought into the realme In the greatest excellency, for thereof will follow honour to the realme, and great and ample vent of our clothes." He was instructed to "have knowledge of all the materials that may be used in dyeing, be they hearbs, weeds, barks, gummes, earths, or what els soever. . . . If any dyer of China be to be found in Persia, acqualnte your self with him, and learne what you may of him. Set downe in writing whatsoever you shall learne from day to day, lest you forget or lest God should call you; that come life or death, your country may enjoy the thing that you go for." Cause of Worry. Competent physicians are said to be agreed that most of the dyspepsia so prevalent today is due to nothing but worry. As in other cases, "com petent physicians" confuse the causa with the erect. Dyspepsia Is not dua to worry, but worry is due to dyspep sia. All chronlo dyspeptics worry, while no person will worry who has sound digestion and t clean colon,