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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (April 7, 1916)
THE SILENT BATTLE By H. M. EGBERT. Timmins bad stood between the father and his son, "Wild Bill" Lov ett on many occasions. He bad watched the boy develop into a drunk ard, spendthrift, and prodigal. He had wondered at the father's self-control, and he had guessed at the love that tolerated the son and made a shield (or his failings. Therefore, when "Old" Timmins realized that his employer was upon he verge of a breakdown, he knew ' that something unprecedented must have occurred. "Mr. Lovett, you are not feeling well today," he ventured to suggest Then, for the first time in those forty years, "Battleship' Lovett gave way. , "Timmins, I am the father of a blackguard," he burst out. "I have borne with the boy, hoping against tope that he would make something of himself. I hoped and believed that bo bad at least retained the Instincts of a gentleman. I see I was mistaken. Last night be insulted Miss Audry Parkinson at a reception. The daugh ter of my old friend, Timmins. It was her first experience of social life in the East, and what impression she will take back with her tomorrow! He was drunk and be tried to kiss her." "I'm sorry I'm sorry, Mr. Lovett," faltered the old secretary,, "Timmins, I can unburden myself to you as I can to nobody else. You bave seen my son become what be is today. What shall I do? Shall I cut him off? How will that help either of us?" "Mr. Lovett, I'd let lilm see that he has lost your love. I'd teach him a lesson that would at least bring him to realize what he is. I've taken the liberty of thinking about the matter, sir, and what I would do is this. . , . lT "Well, Mr. Groat?" "Wild Bill" Lovett, a little unsteady -on his feet, looked at his father's law yer. Mr. Qroat had sent for him and bad banded bim the new will, drawn tip by "Battleship" Lnvett at the sec retary's suggestion, to read; but "Wild Bill" Lovett had been unable to dis cover any meaning in the dancing let ters. "The meaning is, Mr. Lovett, that your father agreos to pay you ten dol lars a woek, bo long as you abstain from communicating with him." The effect on the young fellow was mazing. A deep flush overspread his face; ho straightened himself and tared angrily at the lawyer. "Did he suppose I would accept his charity on that condition?" he asked. "Frankly yes. What is your deci sion?" "Frankly no," answered "Wild Bill," and marched out of the room, his head erect, his logs for once bear ing him by the shortest possible route ibetweon two points, i Half an hour afterward the father :and Iho clerk wore seated in the law yer's office, listening to the story. ".It soemod to awalten hia manhood," said Groat. "I don't bolleve be Is all bad. Tho trouble Is drink." "Battleship" Lovett Bighed. "You're riElit"- there," he answered. "If he could overcome that,! Timmins, I agreed to your plan, but you see there Is hope for the boy. Let's call it off." "No, Mr. Lovett," said Timmins, firmly, but respectfully. "You agreed to let toe put It Into operation. Well this is the time not to give way to sympathy." Lovett senior sighed again. "Well 1 llko your decision," be said. "But It goes hard, when one's own son is the subjuct for the experiment." That nftornoon a note came from "Wild Dill." "I have fallon protty low," ho wrote to his father, "but 1 will not accept your terms. I am go ing away. When I have made a man of myself I shall return." III. "You can get a meal if you are will ing to work for It, I reckon." BUI Lovett looked whimsically at the woman who confronted him in tho doorway of the western ranchhuuso. "Madam, I've never worked in my life," ho answered. "Then I guess it's time you began. Thero's the woodpile. You'll Dud an ax in the cornor. When you've split bait R cord you can come to suppor. And there'll be ft dollar as well." The deputy, who came home a little later, learned from his wife the mean ing of the sounds In the woodshed. "There, that's enough!" said the doputy. "You can come In. Pretty 'well done, too." "You know who that fellow la?" the doputy asked bla wife, when Bill had trlaen from the table. "Not dangerous?" "Dangerous ? In the East perhaps. 'It takes more than a rum-soaked idler to become dangorous In this part. "That's Bill lovett, son of the million aire that owns those big Interests up .Fairbanks way." "But what has he done?" His wire "Clutched at bis arm. She had taken a liking to the young man, whose courte ous demeanor was hardly that of a desperado. "You're not not going to?" "Oh. that's all right," responded the deputy easily. "He Isn't wanted. He's not wanted. That's the trouble. But bis father's anxious about bim, though he doesn't want tho young man to know. There's a Miss Parkinson you know old Parkinson of the Al ranch? Well, she knew him, and It seems she spotted him getting off a train, and wired bis father. The old man asked her to keep an eye on him, and lot blm know what the boy la do ing. Bo we deputlea bave been not!- flod and there'a a reward coming, It we keep him out of mischief." i With the new elation In hla heart, Dill Lovett started for the station. He was quite Ignorant of the tact that .the deputy was following blm; Ignor ant, too, that Audry, notified by wire, was waiting, conveniently bidden, at bla destination. She aaw blm get off the train and took- uncertainly about blm. Bbe was thrilled by the evident struggle in the man's face. What did he mean to do? She Baw him cross the road "toward the saloon that stood Invitingly oppo site the depot. She watched him with sinking heart. Bill Lovett approached the door. He stood there. She could not see his face now, but she saw bim tremble as if grappling with an Imp'i cable adversary, some spiritual force for evil. Her heart stood still. Then she saw Bill turn aside and stagger away, to fight his silent, win ning battle alone. rv. "You can bave the ranch on your own terms," said Carr. "But I can't offer better than" "See here, young man," interposed the ranchman brusquely. "I believe in talking straight. You came West an outcast. Nobody had any use for a drunkard. Don't wince; you know It's true. I offered you work, but you didn't know who asked me to. Well, never mind that. You promised me you'd keep straight You did. "You proved my best worker. You beat up Big Henderson, when he tried to make you drink whisky instead of mineral water. I respected you for that. So did the neighbors. I'm going South to live, and I know a man when I see one. So, If you want the ranch, it's yours on those terms." "I'll take it, then," said Bill. "But Mr. Carr, I can't talk any more now. I've I've got an appointment." He leaped into the saddle and gal loped away. Carr watched him with a queer, twisted smile on his face. "Once I was afraid," he muttered. "But now well, that girl hasn't any thing on him." That girl listened to Bill's story with downcast eyes. She knew that but for her the one-time homeless outcast would by now be under the sod, or liv ing a life in death. She had done all for him. He knew little of that, of her intercession for him with Carr, and of her communication with his father, nothing. But he knew he loved her, and he dared to suspect that she loved him. "Audry, now I can tell you." said "Wild Bill." "I love you, dear. I'm not worthy to tell you so, but I love you, and I've waited till I could make good before I said it to you. Carr's going to let me have the ranch. Audry " He knew it now, and he looked at her with incredulity and self-condemnation before he drew her to him. He pressed his lips to hers with awe and a rushing tenderness that swept away all doubts and fears. V. "Old" Timmins did not at first rec ognize the stalwart, bronzed young man who, accompanied by bis wife and four-year-old son, called at "Bat tleship's" office. Then he was so flus tered that he could hardly take the hand that was coldly outstretched. "Wild Bill" was as much em barrassed as Timmins at the meeting. He bad forgotten all about the old man. Seeing him was like meeting one returned from the dead. All his past follies seemed to look at lilm from Timmins' oyes. But Timmins was forgotten again In tho reunion. Imperturbable old "Bat tleship" Lovett broke down. "I have made good," said Bill. "I kopt my promise." "I was afraid that I Bliould never see you again," said the old man huskily. "Old" Timmins hoard that. He had followed Bill's career with the interest of one who had devised the means of redemption. Now his Bcheme seemed to have recoiled on him. He imagined the intensity of the young man's re sentment. "I did my best for the lad," be mut tered; and, sitting down, be wrote out a letter ot resignation and sent it in by the boy. Then he took down his ancient hat from Its hook, clappr J. It on his head and started into the streot But Tlmmlna' legs were old, and long before he had time to disappear into obscurity his employer and BUI wore reading the note together. "Why, I meant nothing unkind," pro tested Dill. "Bring him back, then," Bald "Bat tleship." Three bounds of Bill's nether limbs equaled fifty short toddles ot Timmins. The old man, struggling dismally along tho street, became aware of a giant who barred the way. lie looked up into Bill's face. "Come back, you old fool," said Bill. "Mr. Lovett, I I " BUI laughed and picked him up in his arms. Carrying him like a strug gling child, he ruBhed up the stairs and doposlted bis burden upon the floor of his father's office. "Tlmmlna stays, and I apologize to htm," he said. "The best thing I ever beard you say, young man," said a remembered voice. Mr. Groat, the lawyer, had come to to complote the reconciliation. VI. "Battloshlp" Lovett had ridden Into hla Inst harbor, after a year of the greatest happiness that be had ever known, leaving bla entire fortune to hla aon. The young couple was returning West. Bill had decided to turn over hla interests In the East to hia father'a representatives; he had made the West hla bomo. There he had found bis manhood and Audry. lie was turning over his father's papers, when he came upon a promls sory note for $85,000. lie startod, stared at it; and all at once the secret was disclosed. "My father bought the Carr ranch for me!" he criod. And he saw that she knew. "Then you were helping me all the time!" be exclaimed. "You were in touch with blm?" Audry nodded, and smiled to keep back the tears. "And even in my worst depths I had your guardianship and never knew it? Why, Audry? Did you care for me then?" She nodded again and, leaning her cheek against hla, looked at the note. They read together: "Paid In full with ft tew teara, few heartaches, and unlimited pride in my aon. w. u. Lovett" MRS. ROBIN REDBREAST. Mrs. Robin Redbreast was discour aged ever since they came north in the early spring. Mr. Robin Redbreast had found fault with her. First it was the place where the nest was built. Robin told her they could have a nest in the apple tree or in the old elm at the end of the lane, and Mrs. Robin had selected the apple tree because she thought the apples would be near at hand when she was on the nest, but after they were settled Robin told her if they had gone to the elm they would not have the sparrows bother ing them. Poor Mrs. Redbreast said nothing, but she sighed as she put the ohlldren to bed and wondered what had come over Robin. "These children should be taught to fly," said Robin one morning. "They should be learning to find worms for themselves. If you were any sort of a mother you would have begun some days ago." "Why, Robin," replied his wife, "they are only babies; they would be sure to fall off the limb the first try. I will teach them in a short time, but they are not strong enough yet." Mrs. Redbreast hurried with her work that morning and then she put the children close together In the nest. The Nest Was Empty. "Don't you move," she told them. "1 am going to market to get something nice for dinner." "Give me the very tenderest wormB you have," she said to the market man, "and I want them fat, too." Then Mrs. Redbreast went home by the way of the cherry tree and picked a basket full of the most delicious cherries she could find. "Then," she said as she hurried home, "if this din ner doesn't sweeten his temper noth ing will." "What did you bring?" asked the Httlo RedbreaBts. "Can we have some?" "You keep quiet," said their mother, you can have some when dinner Is ready and not before." Mrs. Redbreast arranged her dinner and stood and admired the effect "It looks good enough to eat," Bhe said. "I do not see where Robin can be." Robin appeared at that minute and looked around, hoping to catch her with the dinner unprepared. He bad eaton some crumbs and grain he found In the yard and was not very hungry, therofore he felt In the mood to find fault with the best dinner that could be served. Mrs. Redbreast watched him with anxious eyes. "Are these not nice, fat worms," she asked after waiting a minute. "Oh, yes, they are fat," answered Mr. Robin, "but will you never learn that the biggest are not always the best? My mother used to select the best worms I evor ate. I wish you would begin to get like her, but I do not suppose you ever will." "Why, Robin, you told me that you liked the fattest worms I could find the other day," said Mrs. Redbreast, wiping away a tear that rolled down her cheek, "you said the ones I hnd last week were too lean, but I am sure you will find the chorries nice." she added, without waiting for him to re- Ply. "Thoy are too ripe," Bald Robin, bop ping out to the end of the limb. "I might Just as well not come hnmo in dluner; there Is never anything fit to eat. Robin waited around a few mlnntAQ but hla wife did not answer him m speak to him again, and she gave the mue neubreasts their dinner and thon began to clear the table. nni H.iin seeing that there was no use trying to quarrel wun ner, new awav. It took Mrs. Robin all the rest of the day to accomplish what Hh ani nut to do, and when night came she had all the little Redbreasts in a nest two limbs above their own. and she tolil them to go to sleep and not dare to peep. Then Mrs. Redbreast began to watch for Robin. She had nm lnnr to wait, for he flew home early to got niB supper. Having had bla dinner early made him very hungry. He throw his cap Into the nest and looked about, but Instead of the nice supper he had expected to And the nest was empty, not only of food, but the whole family was gone. Robin hopped around Oil ttlA llnih looking behind the loaves, and then he looked on the ground, for he thought the little ones must have fallen out of the nest and their mother vvaa watching over them, but no. thnv wore nowhere In sight Robin was hungry, as I have aald, and there wis no supper, and he sat on the edge of the empty nest, looking very forlorn and feeling very unhappy. Mra. Redbreast ot course, waa watchlnc him. and when aha thouiht he waa punished enough ahe flaw down. Robin was so glad to see her that he forgot to ask her where she had been. He flew right over beside her and pecked her bill, which, of course, was a kiss. "Wheat are the children?" he asked; "I miss their chatter." "Oh I I thought they were old enough to have a nest by themselves," said the wise Mrs. Redbreast, "and they are asleep in the bough above. Now I must set your supper. I am a little late. What will you have?" "Anything you have," replied Robin. "You need not fret about keeping me waiting, for I am sure I was a little late getting home." Mrs. Redbreast did not reply, but she prepared the nicest supper she could and they sat down to It "You certainly can make nice bis cuits," said Robin, helping himself to the third, "and as for that dinner this noon, I guess I was not hungry. My stomach has been a little upset for a few days, because I ate some cherries before they were quite ripe." "You must be more careful," was all the reply that Mrs. Redbreast made, for she knew that was the best way. Later, when Robin had settled down, she started to go to the children. "Don't be gone long," said Robia. "I think after all you had better bring them down here and then you won't have to be away so much." Mrs. Redbreast flew up to the nest. The children were all right, but she sat on the side ot the nest for a few minutes waiting tor what she knew was sure to come. "Are you coming down pretty soon," called Robin, flying up to the next limb. And Mrs. Redbreast knew she had won and that Robin had been brought to realize his fault, and for the rest of the summer there was no more fault-finding. MUST PAY THEIR JUST DEBTS Rev. Dr. Charles E. Jefferson Gives Reasons Why They Cannot Re pudiate and Do Her Share. In the Woman's Home Companion the Rev. Dr. Charles E. Jefferson of the Broadway Tabernacle has a ser mon to grown-up daughters. In It he gives the following reasons why wom en must forego the privilege of re; pudlating their debts and pay up like men. A woman, no less than a man, is in the grip of Inexorable moral law, and each alike must pay to the utter most farthing what he owes," sayB the doctor. "A girl on the threshold of womanhood Is in most cases a charm ing creature, and because of the chival ric devotion which is paid her she is in danger of losing sight of the de mands of the eternal law. She must da her share of the world's work. She must begin in the home. She must pay her debts to her parents, and to her brothors and slaters. Elder daugh ters can do for their younger sisters what no one else can do. Standing between their mother and these young er sisters, they can do much to bring both sides into closer sympathy. Be cause of their wider experience they can understand their mother, and be cause of their youth thoy can enter more fully Into the feelings and wishes of their younger sisters." POULTRY BUSINESS FOR BOYS Mongrel and Long Toe-Nailed Hena Are Only Loafers and Eat Proflta Sell Them Off. Are you going to wait until you grow up before you go into business? That's a long time to wait. Why not start now and learn now while mistakes are not as fatal? Got your father to let you take care of the poultry. If he is the right kind ot a father he will be only too glad to let you take hold of the work. And then make a business of them. First, catch all those mongrel and long toe-nailed hens and give them to the church supper tor a stew. They don't lay any egga. They are only loafers who eat up all the profits which the good hena make for you. No business man would keep a stock ot shoes that he couldn't sell at a 1-" - 2 "-1 Arranging Hen and Egga. profit. There is no more reason wh you should keep hens around the place that don't pay. Then fix up tho poultry house so that it la dry and clean. No business man would keep his stock in a leaky store. How much more Important It is that your poultry be kopt clean and dry! And last, but not least, make some money out of It Get your father to give you everything you make above what were his last year's profits. You are a stockholder In the company, tell him, and you want your share ot the profits. When he sees the fairness ot the proposition, he can't very well re fuse. Get into business tor yourself thla winter tho poultry business. Olve your hena comfortable quarters. Feed them right and care for them care fully. And It you don't make a auc ceaa ot them, you aren't the business man we think yon are. If you have any queatlona to ask, write to Jamea O. Halpln, Madison, secretary Wisconsin Poultry association, mmm I The Forest THERE is a lone tree in Lom bardy that accomplished what a million men suffered and slaved to do. It stood in the path of the great Slmplon road, and at the eight of its stately grace Na poleon turned the road from a straight line, that its beauty might remain man's heritage. It is the cypress of Somma, and stands as a monument to the greatness of one man and a les son to those who would sacrifice beauty to the god of gain, says Mark Daniels, former superintendent of na tional parkB, in American Forestry. That Napoleons are scarce we know, but are there so few who have not even enough ot hia vision to see and appreciate the glory of a magnificent forest or the eternal mira cle of a waterfall that they will con tinue to squander these birthrights by Indiscriminately hewing down the for ests and damming up the streams? There stands not one cypress, but a grove of them, of surpassing beauty, on our western coast. True, they are not of that tall, stately variety, with formal, architectural lines; they are, on the contrary, the exact or complete reverse, for they are gnarled and twisted; but they are beautiful in their setting as anything that the eyes of man may rest upon. There is but a comparatively small area where they Btill grow, and they are as distinct among the other conifers of their re gion as aro the Sequoia Gigantea amongst tho conifers of the Sierra Nevada. In fact, in many respects they remind one of the "big trees," as they are called; for they have a most distinct individuality which makes them stand out alone. They are to be found only in a cer tain locality, and their age is much disputed. I have heard this estimated to be from 100 to 7,000 years, and there seems to be no reconciling the various contestants. However, tho question whether they have Been one or twenty generations of time would seem to be of small moment, in the light of tho fact that they are strug gling through the last few years of ono generation of American tourists. But they seem to stand the storm of "oh's" and "ah's" with the same for titude with which they resist the gales and blaBts of that beloved seacoast on the very edge of which they spread their splraled roots. Growing down to the actual verge of the sea, with bare branches stretched out like arms toward the land of the setting sun, the question of whether they are the van guard of an ancient western growth or tho stragglers of the great eastern for ests that wero cut off by the Pacific is almost always the first subject of conjecturo on the part of the tourist Picturesque Shore Line. About 125 miles down the coast from San Francisco lies the Bay of Monterey, nt the southern extremity ot which the first cypress trees are to bo found. These trees possess more the character of the cedar of Lebanon than they do of any variety of cypress, and are known to those who burden their minds with etymological detail as the cupressus marcrocarpa. From this point, which Is known as the Del Monto peninsula, and which forma the southern shores ot this wonderful sap phire bay, picturesque groves and oc casional isolated specimens are dotted along the coast for some twenty-odd, miles to Lobos point Horo, again, the old adage, "It never rains but it pours," la borne out by the riot ot exquisite beauty which con fronts the observer on every side. Na ture seems to have concentrated on thla locality In the development of ex tremes of plcturesquenesa and lntena- Up to Date. Mt'a a real Joy after all this up-to-date pnrtment-house living," said tho brldo of a year or two to the friend who waa paying a duty call. "The fherbot you're eating Is a month old." The visitor unconsciously delayed as ascending spoonful. "Don't bo worried," smiled the bride, "tho Ice Is all right. I've kept them longer than that. You see, my last afternoon at-home' came on a rainy day, and I had a distressing number of Ices left over. Now, If that had happened In ft house with only an ice-chest, all ot the refresh ment t would have gone to waste. The caterer wouldn't have taken any of them back. But, you ace, every apartment In this house has a refrig erating plant You can keep things to oat as long as a cold storage ware house. It'a very nice." "Yea, It la," aald the brlde'a caller. "It'i very nice sherbet Indeed." Uaaleaa Fretting. "i&T nephew, Elbert Petty, puta to the moat of hla time at worrying about what floea not greatly concern him,'' MME 8 or cypress ity of color. The shore line is broken and Jagged, with here and there a stretch of ivory-colored sand beach, terminated and broken by precipitous cliffs, against which the indigo sea hurls its pearls and sheets of water that are a pale Jade green against the lemon-colored horizon and the setting sun. A motor .trip along the coast line gives one the effect of a kaleido scopic change of coloring, the rapid succession of which should vary with the speed of the motor were It not for the unholy combination of the mod ern six-cylinder machine with the free dom granted the tourist by the own ers ot the property. As it is, however, conditions would appear to be re versed; for, with the average driver, the speed along these wonderful drives is such that the constant prayer of the tourist is that some accident may happen which will allow him suffi cient time to fix upon bis retina one permanent picture of the exquisite color harmonies of the sapphire bay, the ivory-colored beach line, the sil ver-gray trunks of the trees, and the' deep blue and bright yellow-green of their tops. 8eventeen-Mile Drive. From the hotel at Del Monte a won derful drive, known as the Seventeen- Mile drive, follows the coast line past the historic old buildings of Monterey, skirting a mission wall and along the sandy beach past homes of Innumera ble sea fowl, and plunges Into a forest of pines that forms the background to the first grove of cypress trees. From there the road winds in and out amongst the spectral trunks, giving a glimpse here and there of the blue horizon and Jagged points of promon tories, burying itself now and then in the dark and gloomy shade where the growth Is dense. About four miles beyond the first grove ot cypress trees is the famous Midway point, which, until the advent ot a fleeting exposition, was the most photographed tourist lure on the Pa cific coast. It comprises a rock pro montory that projects out into the sea, with Its toes lapped by the gentle waves of the Pacific, whose ardor has been tempered by the. reefs and sub merged rocks farther out at sea, upon whose treacherous points the coast wise traffic of this district Is frequent ly wrecked. Upon the summit of this point, as if placed there by the play ful hand of an imaginative painter, grows a lone cypress tree, the roots ot which are almost entirely exposed to the air. The top of this tree, how ever, is brilliant green, and when sil houetted against the sky ot the set ting sun is indeed a sight to behold. Farther along the coast the drive wid ens along the shores of Pebble beach, past the homes ot men whose millions are In the banks and others whose for tunes are still In their heads, to Ar rowhead point, and beyond to the fa mous mission that marks the mouth of the Carmel valley. Beyond the point where the Carmel river empties into the sea is Lobos point, and. the quaintest and most curious cannery on this coast. At the latter-named point of Interest they preserve -the toothsome abalone, a sea product that Is peculiarly indigenous to this local ity. To Clean Marble. To clean marble take two parts t. common soda, one part ot pumice stone and one part of finely powdered salt Sift the mixture through a fine sieve and mix It with water, then rub It well all over the marble and the Btalns will be removed. Rub the mar ble over with salt and water. Wash oft and wipe dry. confessed Gaunt N. Grimm. "Just now he la considerably exercised over the religious beliefs ot Christopher Columbus. This Is foolishness, In my opinion, for there Is nothing he can do about It, even If he convicts Colum bus of being entirely In error. And It is especially futile when right here In his midst, so to say, is the question of world disarmament, about which he can do fully as much anybody else. Kansas City Star. First "Outsiders." Until the nomination of Franklin Pierce tor the presidency of the Unit ed States, the word "outsider" was un known. The committee on credentials came In to make Its report and could not get Into the hall because ot the crowd of people who were not mem ben of the convention. The chairman ot the convention asked if the chair man waa ready to report and the Chairman ot the committee answered "Yea, Mr. Chairman, but the commit tee la unable to get Inside on account ot the crowd and the pressure of the outsiders." The newapaper reporter! took up the word and used it HAT CONTAINS A MIRROR Masculine Vanity Is Ministered To by New Device Which Has Made Its Appearance. The ladies, with their vanity bags, party boxea and paint and powder at tachments on their chatelainea, have nothing on the men, for it seems by recent developments that the males are given almost as much to the primp ing art as the women are. A cap has recently appeared for male use which has a mirror secured Inside, so that when you see a man take off hla hat or cap and look pleas- Thla Is the New "Vanity Hat" for Men, With a Looklng-Glaes In Top. antly Into its depths you will know that he is not exactly foolish, but that he Is beholding his own countenance In the mirror. The mirror is secured in nuch a man ner that there is provision for the ac commodation of cards, paper and mem orandum, but let us hope that this will not be resorted to hold a supply of the little French sheets of powder and rouge which are affected by the ladles Sanitation In French Army. Hot baths and nail-brushes figure prominently In a certain army order Issued to the French cooks entrusted with the preparation ot meals for the youngest class of soldiers, aged nine teen, who have just been called up for their training. The following are sample regulations posted up in the barracks; Cooks must take a hot bath, with soap, every morning. Be fore serving soup thoy must wash their hands in hot water. Every eve ning when the work is over they must wash their hands and arms iu hot wa ter and carefully brush their nails. A plentiful supply ot mottled snap and nail-brushes will be distributed. The hair must be kept closo cropped. White linen overalls and caps are to be worn iu the kitchen by cooks, who must change them three times a week. Before sitting down to table thoy must scrub their hands with hot water, soap and a nail-brush. Profiting by Europe's War. In 1912 the value of laces Imported. Into this country amounted to a little over 138,000,000; lu 1913 about $34, 250,000 worth of laces was Imported, and In 1914 tho Importations dropped considerably, the amount being be tween $28,000,000 and $27,000,000. The sharp decline In the amount of laces imported la 1914 wss undoubtedly due to the war in Europe, and this condi tion undoubtedly worked to the advan tage of domestic manufacturers. Fig ures are not available in regard to the Importation c-I laces for 1915, but un doubtedly they are far below normal ' because of the existing conditions In Europe and also on account of the rapid strides the lnouitry has made In this country, together with the In creased quantity of laces manufactured here. 8mokeless Powder Making Booms. Smokeless powder is Lelug manufac tured in larger quantities In the United States than at any other .period In the nation's history, Census Director Rogers announced. The outbreak of the European war gave a great Impe tus to production. Latest statistics complied reveal that production a year ago passed the 25,000,000 pound mark, the figures representing the output of both private and government-owned establishments. At pres ent, with scores of new explosive plants running full blast, experts Bay that production can be conservatively estimated at 60,000,000 pounds a year. Uncle Sam's Sky Gun. The ordnance department ot the army has developed a high-angle gun, based on experiments with the Deport gun, which haa a split trail and a re coil system especially adapted at a high angle. As the result ot important experi ments, the ordnance department now possesses a gun which It thinks will be auperlor to the French gun, justly celebrated for Its speed and handl ness, which will be eminently aulted for firing at aeroplanes. Game 8anctuarlea In National Foraata. According to the Geological Re view, Dr. W. T. Hornaday la urging upon congress the passage ot a bill authorizing the secretary of agricul ture to take over those parts of the national forests that are not adapted for other purposes and establish In them game sanctuaries where game birds will be bred and set free. Guilty. "I sentence you to three days' Im prisonment," said the Judge. "By the way, your face seems familiar. Haven't I Been you before?" "Yea, your honor," replied the pris oner. "I'm the man who did the In terior decorating In your house." "Ah, yes, now I remember. Did I say three day a? Well, just make that sentence three years Instead." Aeroplane Quickly Wears Out The life ot an aeroplane In active service la only three or four months, it haa been found by experience. Criticism. "What did yoq think of Ranter'! rendition of Hamlet laat night?' "WelL if Hamlet wasn't mad before, IU bet he la by thla time."