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.
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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.
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Why 1 an umbrella like a pancake?
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after lent (Lent).
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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
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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.