.u' p i I t 1 i , 2 mnwfswMPoit tit WEEE KNOWN GEOH?AiWiE& JMOS- icBsasE? MJSRsy or rms fjear?- xom:oN'rt&awsM&s&' s.j&&&r-i "?T-,!ft. ' JUsSa ,i.Tl! . afers' i ;& ; A r T HAH lieen remarked (hat while th geologist, ethnologists, a tronomer ami navigator have been very oiiUiol(en In their opinion of Hie apparently ' fllctlng Cook and Peary claims 10 precedence at the Norlli Pole, explorers with wide exptrlenre. especially of Arctic conditions, have been reticent for tha most part, or very non-committal. I)r Ktiacne Murray Aaron. K. G H., who hns arqualntanro with both Commander Peary ami Dr. Cook, anil who ha n kuowlrdgn of the terror of lh Ions night unit the hardships ami difficulties of travel on tha Arctic kf. who for some yrrs has Iweii a Chlrngoan, eugugcd In geographic authorship ami publication, I wall equipped to discuss the lurrlta of Ilia controversy. Dr. Murray Aaron haa reached tho lime when exploration must be glxcn up for the IrM hazardous duties or the editorial desk the hurimon laid down for the blue pen cil. Yet he haa lost none of hi Interest In Arctic ex ploratlon. and his admiration for the qualities that have enabled two daring American to finally conquer In the battle of three tenturle I all the more Interne because of hi knowledge of the almost Insurmountable condi tion to be contended with. Dr Murray Aaron' travel and writing are widely known of all geographer, and he haa a list of fellowship and memberships In geo graphic and other learned societies, both In this country and abroad, that expresses It set In a quite alphabetic array of Initials. "No one who knows either Dr. Cook or Peary," said the doctor, "ran for n moment doubt that earn of them firmly believe that he ha set hi feet on that spot, without longitude, where all llnea converge- -and hence without dimension- that we cull the North Pole, The only doubt peimlsslbla to fair-minded men who have the privilege of acquaintance with theie great men I as to whether In the final dash they were able to take along those Instrument necessary to scientific exactl- tude and whether, during their very brief stops on the lop of the earth, they had sumcleut time to verify their first conclusions." "Then what proofs will the public evef have; how will these men prove beyond doubt that they have been there?" the doctor was asked, "Of absolute proofs, such as would be undeniable In a court of justice, there ran be none. We will always be compelled to arcept their words, The talk of rec ords of observations, that will support them beyond per adventure. Is the sheerest nonsense. Any man com latent to take such observations would b equally com petent to coin them. There are no self-recording In struments to automatically, mechanically uphold him or give him the lie. The statement credited to astrono mers that an eclipse, occurring" at the time that Cook was beyond the 80th degree of latitude, must have been observed by him mid Mould be contributory evidence, likewise t irons nothing. Those acquainted with at mospherlc and hydrographlc conditions In the Far North know that this Is bumomhe. Then, too. were Cook the sort of a man to manufacture record, and we who know him believe him tn be far above It. It would have been the easiest possible thing Jo acquaint himself with fu ture astronomic conditions and be prewired to Incorpo rate such observntluns among his other manufactured data. "No, not until some one has firmly established an aerial stage line to the North Pole will we be In a posi tion to controvert the claims of those hardy men who find a certain delight In the froien solitudes of the Arc tic sea. A a matter of fact, there I nothing Inherently more difficult In reaching the upper stretches of the final dash than have to l coped with tn the prepara tory marches; perhaps nothing a terrible a Cook mint have undergone In hi winter quarter In Kllesmere land, on hi homeward Journey. "Yes, both renched tha pole, and both by methods creditable. When their claim are finally tdfted by our national hydrographlc office, well fitted to be court of last resort, we will doubtless find that, to quote Ad miral 8chtey, also a brave and hardy Arctlo explorer 'there Is glory enough for all,' " luiHvlilualHy. ' Individuality Is tho only reul Ufa It Is breathing the ozone of mental, moral, spiritual freedom, All other living It an excuse, n substitute, n near thing. Nature put her stump of Individuality on nvery man. Homo people seem to spend most of tho time trying to aonk oft tho stamp. They wear a uniform opinion, (hoy seek tt keep In step with tho line, they march In solid samenos along the comfortably paved road ot other people' thinking, Nature Intended life at an Individual problem, differ ent (or ench man; she want nn Indi vidual solution, Individuality mean aolf-knowl-edge, Belf-confldence, solf-relluuce, eelf-polso, solf-control, self-conquest It means tho fullest,, freoat expression of our finest self, 11 s the most perfect roso beat represents the plum, it tho complete, self-acting unity or Hum's wholo mind, nature, heart and life. It Is moved ever within, uot from without. The automobile Is a type of Individuality It Is neither pulled, pvuhed nor propelled by out side forces; It Is self-Inspired; self directed and seir-movlng. The Circle. Ite"ll f Postmaster Thl letter Is too heavy. You'll have to put on another stump. Coon Sah, will that make It any llghtahT Wlnceton Tiger. It's Homo satisfaction to tha widow to reallzo that ahe look well In black VOICES OF THE WIND, The wind, when first he rose mid went 11 ll mill Thtoiiftli tlm wi.st rfKloii, f'tt himself at fiiull, WhuIUik 11 villi h, Hint Kiiililnily to fti r til Di-st rutin! with H wafturw and w HWIWII, t U lii-re. H-Hiidnrlii volatile, from kind to kind, lie wiMii-d the mtvunil trees to give him one. First lie lieWught U ash; thu vol ah lent Fitfully, with a frw and lasblnx rhnnK'1. IImmk Iit and there Its fri wwer- tftlMlMM: Th" nmn Next; a llutlered frlvliu I witter W lii-r sola tribute; frmn the willow came. Ho Iomk a dulnty summer dred her nut. A. wlitujeTlMir swetiii-s; Imt her win- lir 1 , Vm hlsslMK, dry Mint rely. Imitly the pln Old lie solicit; snd from her he drew A lolre so constant, soft and lowly ilffp, That llii-rr he restei), ueli-omltiK In her A mild memorial of the oreim cuve Vhrr lie was bom, -Henry Taylor. CINDERELLA i 1 "I can't afford to send you to college, Muriel," said Mr. Ponsonby, address ing his youngest daughter. "Very well, father," Muriel replied. Hue had always felt certain thai when she waa old enough ahe would not share the lot of her three sister. Utr reason for so reeling remained In the fact that she usually hail to take what her brilliant alnters left. She was always kept In the background. Gwendoline, Marguerite and Dellcla sot groat store by their literary even ings. Sometlmea Muriel would Creep In unobserved and listen eagerly to the conversation. One night the Ponsonby girls had -rured a star In Illchard Vlvyan, H. A tho most popular and successful artist of the erlod. Dick Vlvyan took mat ter very easily; cuccesa bad not spoiled him In the least Dick waa growing bored, and then he suddenly saw Muriel seated In a corner gazing steadfastly at htm. Tbelr gazes met; a wave ot color spread over Muriel's face, and she Instantly became en grosaed In a magazine that waa lying In her lap. "Awfully well reproduced, Isn't It?" said a voloe suddenly, Muriel started, and glanced up to see Dick Vlvyan' smiling face. "They get them .up sometime to look better than the original," Vlvyan went on in cheery tone, Then Muriel realized that the maga tine on hor lap waa open and showing two full-page reproduction of well known picture. "I ahoutd not like to be the artist whose works would gain In such a manner," said Muriel seriously. "How Is It I have nerer met you be fore?" asked the artist "I often .have met your rather and sitters." "Oh, you see--er I stay at that Is, I look after the house!" replied Muriel nervously. "Of course, just like a man to for get that. Isn't It?" Vlvyan remarked. To himself he said. "Cinderella," Then he calmly sat down beside her and be gun to chat In the most natural man ner. Muriel waa dreadfully shy at first, but Vlvyan so Interested her that she forgot her nervousness and prat tled away gaily. Gwendoline made her way to Mur iel's side and touched her on the shoul der. The girl started up. and when she saw her sister ahe flushed guilt ily. "Pardon me Interrupting you, won't ou?" Gwendoline said to Vlvyan. smil ing graciously. "Hut my little sister Is required upstairs. Aren't you, Muriel dear?" The look- w.hlch accomMuled the en dearing term suggested volumes to Vlvyan. who saw through the little by play. "(lood-nlght. Mr. Vlvyan!" Muriel said tremulously, timidly holding out a slender hand. "(lood-nlght, Mlsx Ponsonby! I'm awfully glad to have met )ou." He watched Gwendoline shepherd Muriel out of the room, an expression hair whimsical, halt annoyed on his face, "Poor little girl!" he thought. "Heg ular case ot Cinderella." On the following morning a note ar rived from tha young artist. It ran aa follows: "Dear Mr. Ponsonby I want to ask a great favor of one of your daugh ters. I am at my wits' end for a suit ablo model for my new picture, and I ahould be awfully glad If you could help me out. I will call on you at about 11 o'clock to-morrow morning. Yours ilucerely, "RIOIIAIin VIVYAN." "Oh, father, how Qnet" cried Dellcla. "I wonder which ot us he'll aak?" WELL, A?WAY, IT'S MINE. (euwlkmN tBBBBBBBBBBBBB s. fjtX c. fkmJ NO MATTER WIIO DISCOVERED IT, THERE IS NO QUESTION ABOUT WHO OWNS IT. Chicago Examiner. "He mean me, I think," remarked Gwendoline. "He waa consulting me about the picture last night." Dellcla and Marguerite burled freez ing glance at their alster, sniffed and applied thcvnaelve viciously to deviled kidney. "We've had kidney two mornings running," said Mr. Ponsonby Irritably He rang an electric bell. Muriel ca&io In presently, a pink overall over her morning dress, traces of flour on her shapely hands. "Why on earth can't you bo original, Muriel?" Mr. Ponsonby asked. "Kid neya two mornings running la Intoler able." He fore Muriel could reply a clock on the mantelpiece chimed the three quar ter. "Good gracious," cried Dellcla, "If nearly 11! Mr. Vlvyan will be hert soon." Immediately the three older girl hastened from tbe room to adorn them- covi.o aoo.t no without iiin model selves for the occasion. Muriel's face crimsoned at tbe sound of Vlvyan' name, and her replies to her father's questions were somewhat disjointed. "Mr. Vlvyan, sir." announced a erv ant "Show him In here." "Kxcute this, Vlvyan." Mr. Ponsonby said, Indicating the breakfast table. We're a bit late this morning. Don't mind If I go on, do you? Will you join me?" "No, thanks; It'll spoil my lunch," said Vlvyan dryly. "How are you this morning, Miss Ponsonby?" He shook hands with Muriel juet asi the three eider atstera swept Into tbe room, having d reused tn under ten minutes, and feeling secretly annoyed at the rush. Vlvyan shook hands with them, com paring unfavorably their elaborate toi lets with Muriel's pink overall and simple gown, "1 hope )ou don't think me presump tuous?" Vlvyan said, adding, "you got my nqte, I suppose, Mr. Ponsonby?" "Oh, yesj I'm sure one of my daugh ters will be only too charmed to alt for you, Vlvyan. Take your choice, y be." He Indicated Gwendoline. Dellcla abd Marguerite, who stood In a row and beamed on the artist Vlryan looked somewhat surprised. "I think there 1 a .misunderstand ing." he said. "Didn't I mention Mlas Muriel's name in my letter?" "Muriel!" came a chorus of thre trebles and a bass. Muriel's face waa crimson; her three sisters stared at ber In an angry amazement Mr. Ponsonby forgot to eat, he was so aatonlshed. "Well, well." he muttered, "Will Mlsa Muriel be so kind?" Vlv yan asked. "Certainly, my boy. Won't you. Mu riel?" exclaimed Mr. Ponsonby. "If I'll do," said Muriel ahyly. "Thanks ever so much." remarked Vlvyan. with a algb of relief. "Will an hour a day. aa often as you can. be too much, Mlas Muriel?" "Oh. no." j "I ahould like to start to-day," went on Vlvyan eagerly. Three o'clock saw Muriel seated In an easy chair In Vivyan's studio. ' That solitary hour each day speedily became a time that ahe yearned tor. Never had she been so nappy as she was during those sixty minutes. How slowly the hands of the clock seemed to go round whilst she waited for tha lime to start, and how swiftly that one hour sped byf Vlvyan, too, began to feel that there was another joy In tba hour beside the joy or hla painting. A strange thrill rn through him each time he put his hand on Muriel to arrange her posture Kvery time he glanced at her from his canvas his heart beat more rapidly It seemed to hlni that he had never painted a picture at such terrific speed, and the fact that he could soon do without his model was looming up large. He Invented all sorts of excuses to delay the ploture. though never once during those precious hours did he be have except as the artist The lover's part he sternly repressed, though he hungered to give play to It "You've finished now. Miss Muriel." he said, one day. laying down hi pal ette with a sigh. "Then you don't want me to pons for you again?" the girl asked, gulag up at him quickly and then drooping her eyes. "No. Are you eorry? Do you like posing?" Vlvyan asked eagerly. "I have enjoyed It very much," re plied Muriel simply. "It haa been such, t change to" She paused uncer tainly. "I shall be sorry to lose my model," said Vlvyan, watching the girl's face and wishing she would look up so that he could aee, her eyes and read the ex pression In them. "I am glad you have found me use ful." Muriel said. "Oh, I've found so much more than that!" cried Vlvyan. unable to check hla desires any longer. "I've found new life, new hope, new everything In, you, Muriel, I love you, dear." He took her hand uncertainly; she. did not withdraw It from his grasp. "Do you care for me, Muriel?" he whispered eagerly. "Yea." she said softly, lifting her head and gazing straight Into hla eyes. A strange mixture ot solemnity sjid passion In her own, "My darltngi" He took her U hU ajvaia, Prsoa'a Week'r.