SENORITA" BROWN By HERMANCE WOODS. It was In Professor Alonso's "Span ish In Twenty Lessons" class that Tom Edgewood first met her. Tom was learning the Castlllan tongue be cause It was part of his scheme of personal advancement to become a member of the South American agency of the concern for which he worked. But when Tom asked the girl why she was giving her time to the twenty lessons she smiled charmingly and re plied: "Why shouldn't 17 One has to do something." "Then have you nothing else to do?" There were several ambitious young stenographers In the class and Tom thought perhaps she, too, was learn ing the language for business pur poses. "No, nothing much," she answered. "One can't play bridge and dance all the time. Oh, I do go In for suffrage a little, and, of course, there are things to do at home, but I find Span ish very diverting." i There had already been fifteen les sons of the course, and although Tom had never been able to find out the girl's name except that the professor called her "Senorlta Brown," he had as a matter of fact become, as he thought, fairly well acquainted. At the seventeenth lesson, he had sum moned courage sufficient to linger after class with her and beg the priv ilege of calling on her, but she mere ly laughed archly and asked him why he wanted to see her outside of class. She didn't exactly discourage him. She gave him permission, In fact, but she did not tell him where she lived and Tom's courage vanished before he had asked hor for her address. But Tom had for some reason that he couldn't readily explain to his own satisfaction at the time given the girl a much better Idea of his own ac tivities. In fact, he confided to her, as he had confided In no one else, the ambition that was leading him to seek a career In Spanish-America. This all took place before and after Professor Alonso's lessons, and as the girl al ways arrived early and did not seem to be Inclined to cut the after-lesson talks short, Tom felt that she at least found a passing Interest In him. "I'd awfully like to know you bet ter," he told her one day It was the nineteenth lesson In the Berles. "I have wanted to call, but you didn't seem to want me to." "But I said you might If you cared to." "And then you wouldn't tell me where you lived. In the meantime, I have told you everything about my self, my plans and ambitions. There 1b a lot I would like to talk to you about. We might even air our Span ish a little. I happen to have the aft ernoon off. Won't you cpme with me to luncheon anywhere you say and let jne have a chance to know you a little better?" "I should like to so mucll," she said with regrot, "although of course, It would be dreadfully unconventional, but I am afraid I can't. I am going to be busy; In fact, I mustn't stop a minute after class. I really ought not to have come to class at all this morning." Tom pleaded ti little. "I didn't want to tell you," she ex plained, "but I am busy this afternoon with the suffrage parade." Here Tom recalled later that he saw her flush ever so slightly. 'No particular reason why you shouldn't want to tell me that, Is there? You dont Imagine, do you, that I am one of those sentimentalists who feel a prejudice against having women at the polls or In a suffrage parade If they choose to be there? I am sorry, of course, if that Is what keeps you from lunching with me. But go ahead, little lady, and do your best. If I were a suffrage organiza tion I wouldn't want to miss having you In the line, I'm sure. And per haps you will go with me some other time." "Promise one thing," she asked as they parted. "Promise you won't watch the parade this afternoon." "I won't absolutely promise," he said, "but I will try to rcslBt the temp- tatlon of seeing you again this after noon." The next meeting of the Spanish class was the last In the series. Tom Edgewood was In his place at the usual time and so was the young wom an whose seat was next to his. But In Tom's greeting there was a note of distance and none of the usual cheer ful camaraderie. He looked intently at her, with a look that was calculated to show her his displeasure, but the young woman, apparently, did not read bis meaning. After class, she hesitated for her usual exchange of pleasantries. Why didn't he urge again for permission to call. Why didn't he say anything about the postponed luncheon engage ment? - "We had a wonderful crowd out for the parade," she said as an attempt to evade personalities, but this seemed to touch a sore point with Tom. "Yes," he said, averting her look, and then said no more. As there seemed to be no more conversation, the girl started out of the room, and after two or three minutes Tom fol lowed her. She bad waited for him In the hall and they took the same elevator to the entrance of the build ing. "You are very cool," she said, as she joined htm on his way out. ''Not cool, Senorlta Brown," he said, with a forced laugh and an emphasis on .bo senorlta. "1 am really rather glad that I didn't follow your Instruc tion to stay away from the parade, for now I can apologize for my rude ness In asking you to take luncheon with me and In pressing you for the permission to call. You will accept my apologies, won't you?' "Apologies why apologize? What did the parade have to do with that?" And then she stopped and looked In amazement at him. "Do you think I am morrled? Is that It?" "I don't know what else to think, Why else, In the name of common tense, would you be trundling a baby carriage along Use ttreet for three Mllei with the banner floating over yor head, 'We, the Mothers, Demand the Vote,' and a lot of other similar mottoes? It was a very pretty sight and as Impressive a plea for su IT rage as I have ever witnessed, but you can see how I was a trifle surprised. Why don't you ask Professor Alonso to call you Bonora Instead of senorlta?" "I'm not married, though," she In sisted. "Oh, I want to explain to you, but It Is a long story. Perhaps you will come with me now to make that call?" "Better go to luncheon with me, if you are quite sure that no Jealous husband will Interfere. Still there Is a deep mystery to solve." Ten minutes later, Tom and Bar bara Brown for that was the girl's name were seated tete-a-tete at a table In Barbara's favorite lunching place. "Now, I shall proceed to explain," she began, talking across the softly lighted table. "You know I asked you not to come. I was afraid that some thing would happen bo that I wouldn't want you to be there. I hur ried down to headquarters where the line of march started just as soon as I left you. Well, I had planned to march In the young unmarried wom en's section dressed in flowing white robes, carrying all sorts of pretty ban ners. One of the sections that had been counted on most was to be the mothers' section, with a lot of young mothers pushing their precious babies in baby carriages. Well, about an hour and a half before starting time the chairman of the committee in charge of the parade learned that while there were to be some four or five hundred girls' In the unmarried women's brigade there were only Just about ten In the mothers' section. I heard of the trouble and, being on the committee, I figured that something had to be done and that 1 was the one to do It. We had got to have some babies and some baby car riages and some mothers. Well, I went to the brigade of young unmar ried women, who were already begin ning to assemble, and picked out some of the best sports In the crowd and told them what I was going to do. Then I went to the department store on the opposite corner. I happened to know one of the members of the company friend of dad's. I found him In and told him that we wanted to borrow fifty baby carriages of as sorted designs and we'd got to have them delivered within an hour, He staggered a little, but I told him we wouldn't hurt them for future sales and if we did dad would stand the damage. So he agreed. Then the question was where to find the babies. I got the fifty girls that were willing to go In for It, and we all went uptown to the foundling asy lum. The matron Is a suffragist, thank fortune. I told her to let us have fifty of her sturdiest young orphans right away, thank you. She was a little nervous about It said she might get Into trouble with the au thorities if they heard about it, but I asured her that if she lost her Job there dad he Is Congressman Brown, you know would get hor something better to do, We did look pretty Impressive, didn't we? I am sure we got more cheors than any other section, and the pa pers all gave us a big write-up, and said a lot about the pluck of the lit tle suffrage mothers who went through the long march. Well, that's how it happened," Barbara concluded. Tom gave a mighty sight of relief. "It certainly Is mighty comforting to know that you are senorlta after all," he said. (Copyright, 1918, by tlie McClure Newspa, per Syndicate.) Ridiculous Superstitions. Numerous curious and ridiculous superstitions as to methods of prevent ing disease were believed in years ago, and are not altogether extinct even to day. Much ancient faith clustered about the mandrake root, which was carved In the form of a doll, dressed In fine clothes, and kept In a box or coffin concealed In some comer of the house. Each month it was washed In wine and water and freshly garbed. Another universal cure was to carry a piece of mistletoe which had been cut from a tree by a golden sickle and caught in a white vessel as It fell. Metal scraped from a church bell or a piece of the rope was supposed to have a similar protective Influence against disease, as also a cloth stained in the blood of a murderer, or the rop with which he was hanged. Fights Beast to Save Life. Standing on the bed on which lay his wife and child, H. M. Spencer, a rancher, near Wasco, Oregon, swung the butt end of a shotgun against the snarling Jaw of a mad coyote and stunned the boast. Then he beat It to death with a club. Spencer, who has a place about five miles northwest of this city, was awakened by the yapping of his dogs. Going outside with his shotgun, In found the dogs grappling with a coy ote. Sponcer fired and missed. Then the coyote headed for the door of the Spencer cabin. Spencer beat him to It, and .fought the animal from the bed. Common Sense Reasoning. "You say you are not at all supersti tious?" "Yes." "And yet you carefully avoided walking under the ladder we passed Just now." "My friend, walking under that lad der would not In itself have brought me bad luck, but there was a man standing on the top round and holding a leaky bucket of paint" Handicapped. Budding Young Orator I wish there was somewhere in the house I could deliver my speech. Wife No, my dear; you know very well that the lust three cooks havs loft because they thought I was bar boring a lunatic Judge. Psychologists Meet. "Did you solzo the psychological mo ment tor selling that man some lift Insurance?" demanded the efficiency expert of the shebang. "No; unluckily he seized the psycho logical moment to escape." Judge. mm THE ATTIC BROWNIE. It was raining very hard and it was Saturday, too, so George did not feel very pleasant when he came down to broakfast. "I think we will have to eat a pic nic lunch," said George's mother. "1 have bo much to do I wish you would amuse baby after he has his nap, George. That will give me time to get the house in order and the cook ing done bofore father comes home to dinner." But George did not care about be ing nursemaid, as he called it, and In stead of answering his mother in a cheerful manner he looked very cross and kept on eating his breakfast with out making any reply. He could not go out, that was cer tain, for the rain came down thick and fast, and there was no place he could go In the house that his mother could not ask him to help her. Yes, there was. George got up from hie chair, when he thought of It, and softly tiptoed up the back stairs with a book under his arm. It was the attic, where there was a storeroom. If he closed the door he could not hear her call him, and if he didn't hear her call he could not be blamed if he did not help. How was he to know when baby awoke? How long he read he did not know, but suddenly from somewhere near him he heard someone say: "You can't hear your mother call, can you? "Try It and See If You Can." And the baby will cry and you won't know it. You are a fine fellow to grow Into a man." "Who are you?" asked George, look ing around. "Oh, I am Just the attic Brownie," roplled the voice; "and here I am, If you want to see me." Then right on the window Bill beside him George saw a little brown man, so little that George thought he could brush him off the sill if he said things he did not like. "Try it and see if you can," said the little brown fellow, laughing and dancing on the window sill. "Try what?" Bald George. "See if you can brush me off the sill. That is what you were thinking of doing it I said anything more you did not care to hear." George tried to raise his hand, but to his surprise he could not raise a linger even. "Ha! ha!" laughed the Brownie, "you see I know a thing or two or three and then some more, and you will have to listen to all I wish you to hear without moving until I let you." "Well, I can talk, and I shall tell you what I think of you," said George. "What are you here for, anyway?" "To give you a little advice," said the Brownie. "I don't need any advice," said George. "Yes you do," replied the Brownie. "You are hiding from your mother, and that Is not the way to be a man. Suppose you are a boy, you need not be afraid to help your mother. Now listen to me: The quickest way to become a man Is to help your mother all you can. Do the things you know are right; Show Foolish Pride that you can fight. When the boys say "Come out and play," Don't be afraid to boldly say: "I can't come out for an hour or two, Because I have some work to do." Let them laugh and let them sing, "He's tied to his mother's apron string." The little deeds you now dare do Will makes the big ones easy for you. That's the best way to become a man. So help your mother all you can. George jumped up, for he heard his mother after all, and she was calling that the baby was awake, and George went down with a pleasant face and was glad he heard her. The picnic lunch In the kitchen was great tun, and George told his mother he liked it better than the one cook served. "I don't know what has happened to our George," he heard his mother telling his father that night, "but he was such a help he didn't have to be told to do a thing, and I am not a bit tired tonight, he did so much." George folt that he had done some good deeds that day and ho knew it was the attic Urownle who had put him on the right track to become a man, but he didn't say a word. He Just kept on doing as the Brownie told him to do. Tainted Money, Willie Ptw, when is money tainted) Paw When 'taint coming your way( my ton. TRIPLE RUNNERS ON A SLED New Device Which Is Said to Be Both Safe snd Speedy Under Con trol at All Timet. A couple of novelties in the con struction of sleds have been recently introduced. Not long ago there ap peared one with a single runner, which Is operated somewhat on the prin ciple of the bicycle, which Is meant for coasting mainly, but a more re cent Invention is a sled" with three runners, which is said to have the recommendations that It is safe and speedy and also that It Is under per fect control at all times. There ! Triple Runners. one runner In front to which is mount ed a handle by which the action of the front runner in controlled In steer ing. The rear runners are rigidly mounted In the direction of the sled's passage, but are given sufficient move ment to accommodate themselves to the Inequalities of the ground over which they are passing. AMUSING PAPER DOLL PARTY Original Way of Entertaining Little Glrlt at Afternoon Party Win ner It Given Prize. If some little girl Is thinking of In citing her girl friends in for on after noon entertainment a paper doll affair will prove most original and amusing. When you invite the girls tell them each to bring a pair of scissors. When all have arrived seat them at sewing tables and allow them to choose from the colored fashion plates the dress each likes best. Heads al ready must be cut from advertisements so all the children will have to do Is to cut out the dresses. Tissue pa per, lace paper and all sorts of odds and ends of gilt and silver paper are placed on the sewing tables and with jars of library paste a happy hour will follow. Simple prizes, such as a pair of scissors, or a paper doll outfit which Is put up by crepe paper bouses in attractive form will prove satisfac tory. One mother who employed this party to entertain twenty little girls declared that she never gave a party which was bo little trouble or gave so much pleasure. Perhaps the reason Ib that the secret of making children as well as grown people happy Is to keep thorn busy. MAKING A TRAP OF NETTING Gate Arranged to Permit Rabbits to Enter Inclosure, but Prevents Them From Getting Out. A rabbit trap of a new type that Is quickly and easily fixed In position for use consists simply of an Inclosure formed of wire netting and equipped with a gato of such form that It per mits the rabbits to enter but prevents Rabbit Trap of Netting. them from getting out. The trap is made up of two pieces, one straight and the other bent to a semicircle, and it Is set up simply by joining these pieces together at the ends. WHAT BOYS DO IN IDLE HOUR In Spite of Devotion to Outdoor Sporti Much Reading It Done Be tween Friday and Monday. Out of door sports have come to fill a great place in the lives of boys, as they should, but it is a mistake to suppose that boys no longer read. Franklin K. Matthiews, Ciof Scout Librarian of the Boy Scouts, who has been investigating the matter, reports that in the schools of a large city, when the question was asked the chil dren as to what they did between Friday afternoon and Monday morn ing, It was discovered that the largest percentage of them spent their time in reading. In another city one boy sent In the titles of ninety-eight books which he had read during his summer vaca tion; and those who watch the habitB of boys in camp or at hotels cannot fall to be struck by the fact that at soon as tho exercise hour is over the reading hour begins. In spite of increased activities, read ing is still the principal recreation of a host of boys. And many of these boys are still reading the nickel novel, which has taken the place of the dime novel ot a generation ago. Umbrella Llkt Pancake. Why 1 an umbrella like a pancake? Answer Because It Is seldom teen after lent (Lent). a Kiln )J 4ty&4-l Al!A )H U' d I III niT mi t LJiw n i Tf III ws. l-rtll A H HIM F ROM time to time there have ap peared in the newspapers re ports that the Sonussi were about to begin a holy war on the allies, having been persuaded to take this action by the machinations of Teutonic emissaries. Indeed, once or twice there have been stories of ac tual hostilities on the part of these dwellers In the desert of Sahara. Cu riosity concerning 'this great body of Mohammedan people has naturally been aroused, but information about them Is not plentiful. The following account of the Senussl and Djaraboub, their capital, Is part of an article by George Remond published in L'lllustratlon of Paris some two years ago, Incorporating the experiences of a member of Enver Bey's mission to the Senussl in 1912: Djaraboub Is built on one of the hil locks which cover this part of the country. Sidl Mohammed el Senussl, passing through It in 1858, "by order of God" founded a little zaouia. This was the beginning of Djaraboub. This holy man was an Algerian, pious and learned, who had done the pilgrimage to Mecca several times. He received hospitality from the tribes to whom he commented on the Koran, gaining thereby a great reputation for wisdom and knowledge. Seeing in what state of barbarism and Ignorance the inhabi tants of Cyrenaica lived, he decided to teach them the word of God, and built In the Green mountain the first zaouia, which got the name of zaouia el Beida (the white), taught his dis ciples, and founded a religious order, the authority of which extended throughout the country, and has spread today In the greater part of the Moslem world. He died at Djara boub and was burled there, and his son, Sldl el Mahdi, set up a magnifi cent tomb in his memory. There are now 140 Senussl zaoulas In Africa, eleven or thirteen of which are in Egypt, five or six In the Trlpol itanla, the remainder in Cyrenaica and the Sudan, The zaouia of Djaraboub Is sur rounded by an inclosure to which five doors give access. The 'muses, built of stone, are two-storied; each has its own bath. The population is of 350 In habitants; there are neither merchants nor shopkeepers nor cafes, which are to be found in all places where Arabs DESERT ClTY congregate. It Is a large convent or sanctuary; the population consists chiefly of pious people who ask the Senussl'8 permission to Bottle down there with their families. They thus form part of a religious order, are not allowed to leave the town without the sheik's permission, and spend their life in prayer. The trlbeB send a cer tain number of their children to be taught the Koran In a school adjoining the mosque. They must supply their own food and requirements; that Is to say, when they first arrive they bring with them a few bags of barley, which they sot against the wall of their little room, a blanket and a mat. There are also 80 black slaves who tend the mosque, the tomb and the gardens for there are gardens. Great Mosque of Djaraboub. One large mosque, an extraordinary erection in this desert, consists of a rectangular court, 35 meters long and 30 meters wide, and bordered by ar cades. These give access by doors of sculptured wood, brought from In dia, of fine workmanship, into a nave of columns seven meters high, covered by a rounded ceiling, then Into a chapel with cupola (the "Turbe"), where is the coffin of the founder of the sect. This wooden coffin is cov ered with stuffs, and rests on a large marble Blab, and Is surrounded by a wrought-copper railing into the inside of which one gets through a door adorned with silver plaques. An In scription shows the genealogy of Se nussl from the prophet Mohammed, his ancestor. A passage behind the An Electric Floor Brush. An Improved electric brush for pol ishing wood floors uses an electric mo tor at the top and a largo round flat brush underneath the motor. To keep the motor from turning about along with the brush, there Is used a steady ing devleo in the shape of a pair of square-shaped flat brushes at the sides of the central one. Each square brush is mounted on the end of a shaft pro jecting from the middle casing and is geared up so that the shaft works In and out as a plunger, so as to pro duce a to-and-fro movement of the side brushes. This steadies the whole set and at the same time allows of moving the whole very rapidly ovor the Boor by means of the long handle. One of Three Worst Wives. St. Giles, Caniberwell, whose vicar, Canon Kelly, has Just resigned, Is the burial place ot Mrs, John Wesley, wife of the famous preacher. Southey grouped Mrs. Wesley with the part ners ot Socrates and Job among the three worst wives in history, and she teems to have deserved the dis tinction. One of Wesley's friends, sayt 1 jr'X A a I :: ; chapel contains the tombs of women. Near one of the doors, under the ar cades, Is the tomb of tho maternal grandfather of the present SenusBL At one of the angles of the court a mina ret rises, and on one of the sides above the arcades are the private apartments of the Senussl and an open gallery with three columns, where he spends the day, prays and gives au diences. On another side are the bath, the school and the cells of the pupils. While the second Senussl, Sldl el Mahdl, lived at Djaraboub, the popu lation reached to more than three thousand inhabitants. He had tour artesian wells made, one of which, near the mosque, is 135 meters in depth, and supplies the whole town; the three others are in the gardens. Sidl el Mahdl had an active mind and was curious of novelties. He had twenty gardens planted outside the town, and had them surrounded by walls; and 20 rose gardens around the mosque. Dates, pomegranates, ollveB and various kinds of vegetables were planted in these gardens. Water Is abundantly supplied by the wells, Out side the walls of Djaraboub can also be seen five mills, also erected by bis orders, but they are no longer in use, and are falling to pieces. Sldi Mohammed el Mahdl Is still the most venerated and popular figure of Cyrenaica and the Soudan. He Is al ways being quoted or asked for help. About 1896 he left Djaraboub, uneasy on account of the proximity of the British, not liking that of the Turks, and took refuge at Kufra. In 1902 he was either killed or wounded in an encounter with the French somewhere about the Kanem frontier; the faith ful say he ascended to heaven, from whence he will return some day to make the prophet's standard, united to that of the Senussl, triumphant throughout the world. The greater part of the Djaraboub population fol lowed him to Kufra, but Djaraboub has kept its character as the sanctu ary of Senusslsm to such an extent that any member of the sect who has made a pilgrimage to Mecca without having made one to Djaraboub cannot have the title of hadj (1. e., pilgrim). A sheik is appointed by the Grand Senussl to represent him in the holy city, over whose Inhabitants he exer cises all authority. He receives pil- or DJARABOUB grlms and caravans on the march and gives them hospitality for three days. The Masked Tuaregs. Another interesting people of the African desert the masked Tuaregs are thus described in a bulletin ot the National Geographic society: Masked Tuaregs are Berber nomads, a white desert people, whose country is probably the most Inaccessible on earth. Even before Egyptian civiliza tion began to leave coherent records of Its history the Tuaregs, or Berbers, were long established along northern Africa. The great Arab invasion ot the eleventh century displaced them from their possessions upon the sea coast and drove them into the savage area of the Interior desert, where, with their hands raised against all who come Into their pathless country, they have maintained themselves through the Intervening centuries, despite lack ot water, sandstorms and lack ot farm ing land, requisitioning by force ot arms from the Arabs and Egyptians, to the north and east, and from the blacks of the Sudan, In the south, such necessities and luxuries as their cheer less portion of mother earth cannot supply them. There are five main tribes in the Tuareg confederation, and they In habit the desert from Tuat to Tim buktu and from Fezzan to Zinder. Their homes are reared in the heart of arid wastes, where vast solitudes, un natural heats and unmarked distances shroud everything In uncanny mys tery. They are masters of an area half that ot the United States. the London Chronicle, records having seen him dragged round the room by his bair by the powerful virago, and she seems to have made the poor man's life a misery for twenty years. At last, to his great relief, she de camped, carrying away many of his papers simply to annoy him, and he saw her no more. She died in Oc tober, 1781. City of Departed Glory. Compared with Nineveh and Baby lon, hoary-headed in iniquity, Bagdad, a ragged city of 150,000, full of great ruined mosques today, is a mere child. The fabled city of Harun-aKRashld. dingy today, unsanitary, with its low, windowless houses and its narrow, un speakable streets, has long clung to a certain importance, none the less, be cause of Its place on the overland trail from the Orient. Good Bluff. Not every man can own an auto, but every man can go about deploring the price of gasoline and letting owners draw their own conclusions. Mllwau kee Journal. HAS HIS OWN PREFERENCE Native of India Object! to the Flute, but Dellghtt In Playing the Vina. I had thought China was a queer place and that the Chinese had queer customs, but China can't entertain on the same afternoon with India, Homer Croy writes in Leslie's. If someone had told me about their manners and customs before I got to India I would have laughed courteously and set him down In my little book. There are some things that a Hindu will do and some that he will not do; .work is placed prominently on the lattor list One thing that a Hindu will not do Is to play the flute. He would rather go to a flogging post than dash oft a selection on a fluto. But he will play a stringed Instrument, called a vlna, similar to the Instrument played by David In the tent of Saul. This In strument looks as If It had originally been Intended as a carpet stretcher, but had fallen into the hands of a musically inclined person who had bor rowed a couple of piano wires and was determined to lower rents. After hear ing an able-bodied Hindu pick on an instrument of this kind one can't help wishing that they would put It in the same class with the flute. A Hindu's idea of music is to make all the noise he can. He doesn't care anything about rhyme or rhythm; all bis energy Is expended In volume. Hindu musi cians are all large, splendidly muscled fellows, who play as if they were go ing to gymnasium regularly. When one hears them playing on a vlna one can't help wondering how David ever came to make such an impression on Saul. USE FOR THE BELGIAN HARE Little Animal May Be Made an Exceed ingly Valuabls Source of Food Supply. The Belgian hare Is one of the best rabbits for table use. It weighs more than most breeds, develops very rapidly, and the quality of the meat is superior to all the others. The Flemish giant Is a Belgian hare bred exclusively for large size, but with the result that tho meat is coarser and less delicate In flavor. These characteristics are regarded by some persons as desirable, but this is largely a matter of Individual taste. Most people would prefer the white, flner-gralned flesh of the original Bel gian hare. It should be remarked, however, that much of the excellence of the rabbit as food depends upon its cooking. As often prepared, it is Belgian Hare. dry and insipid; while In the hands of an experienced cook it becomes all that the most fastidious taste can wish. An especial requirement in cooking the Belgian hare is that none of the natural Juices of the meat b lost in the process. Fringes of the Fleet Recently Rudyard Kipling visited the fringes of the great battle fleet, the Unitys, Claribels, Stormcocks, once humble trawlers, now "On His Ma jesty's Service" and proud of their new positions; the E-l's, E-2's, E-3's, hog backed submarines, and and the long, low destroyers, the spies ot the sea and always in closest touch with the enemy. It is this fleet that keeps watch for Bubmarlnes, sweeps channels clear ot mines, patrols the coast for enemy cruisers. It keeps the sea in all weather, scorns "Fritz's" hidden dangers, traps his unwary U-boats. It Is unheralded work, dangerous, but well done. Thanks to it, the great commerce of England goes on almost unmolested. In "The Fringes of the Fleet," a small volume similar to his "France at War," Mr. Kipling now describes the work of this heterogeneous but pic turesque fleet. Complex Melting Pot. Hawaii's extraordinary complexity of races, brought about by induced im migration to meet the economic needs of the planters, makes the islands most interesting for study of problems of state, education and religion. Just as on the mainland, recently, some of the more perplexing phases ot conti guity of persons of varied culture have been apparent, so in the Pacific out post it is becoming necessary to know just how far there is unification and loyalty to a distinctly American ideal. There are 92,000 Japanese in the is lands. It adults among them seek nat uralization, as one now does with in sistency, will they be admitted? So recognized, would they be welcomed to California? What would Japan con sider the status ot such men to be, Japanese or American? Christian Sci ence Monitor. Grieves for Dead Horse. Her grief over a dead horse which she saw in East Thirty-fourth street cost a woman, who said she was Miss Mary Eltot, a trip to police station. The policeman who made the arrest thought the mourning was a menace to traffic, as it caused a crowd to col lect Miss Eliot explained she entertained a great affection for horses, and de clared she was merely "trying to find the pulse of the dead horse" in the hope ot finding traces of life. Captain Sexton, who was in charge of the desk at the police station when she was brought in, said he had similar feeling of pity for dumb beasts, but said that such sentiment could not be permitted to obstruct traffic in the streets. However, the woman was discharged. New York Dispatch Phil adelphia North American.