The Athena press., January 18, 1907, Image 4

NOBODY BUT FATHER.
Nobody knows the money It takes
' To keep the home together;
Nobody knows of the debt it makes.
Nobody knows but father.
Nobody's told that the boys need shoes
And girls hats -with a feather;
Nobody else old clothes must choose.
Nobody only father.
Nobody bears that the coal and wood
And flour's out together;
Nobtdy else must make them good.
Nobody only father.
Nobody's hand In the pocket goes
So often, wondering whether
There's any end to the wants of those
Dependent only father.
Nobody thinks where the money will come
To pay the bills that gather;
Nobody feels so blue and glum ;
Nobody only father.
Nobody tries so hard to lay
Up something for bad weather.
And runs behind, do what he may,
Nobody only father.
Nobody comes from the world's cruel
storm.
To meet dear ones who gather
Around with loving welcome warm,
Nobody does but father.
Nobody knows of the home life pure,
Watched over by a motner,
Where rest and bliss are all secure,
Nobody can but father.
HAD MET BEFORE
IT'S good to see you again, Phyllis,"
exclaimed Lady Elmsworth, as she
held her sister at arm's length and
examined her critically, "but how you
have changed 1"
"My dear Clare," laughed Miss Gra
ham, "after five years' absence you
surely did not expect to find me still
all arms and legs, and indecently big
feet!"
"Of course, It's ridiculous ; but, some
how, I did not realize that you would
be quite grown up."
"Oh, my dear, I grew up almost di
rectly you left. Mother soon became
alive to the fact of my possibilities,
and I managed to get In the thin end
of the wedge first by dining down when
there were thirteen, and that sort of
thing. In fact, looking back, I'm in
clined to think that the 'half-out' stage
neither 'fish, flesh, nor good red her-
"how you have changed!"
ring,' you know Is quite the Jolllest
time girls ever have, If they could only
appreciate It. The only other state to
be compared to It for-freedom and gen
eral Irresponsibility Is . Oh, Clare,
I'm so sorry ; I beg your pardon." The
girl's face flushed crimson as her eyes
rested on her sister's black gown.
"You were going to say widowhood,
VI suppose?" replied Lady Elmsworth,
quietly.
"Forgive me, Clare, I I "
Lady Elmsworth shrugged her shoul
ders slightly.
"There's nothing to forgive, Phyl. I
never was a humbug, wag I?"
Phyllis Graham's gray eyes widened.
But before she could speak her sister
weut on;
"You seem to have had a very Jolly
time, as you put It, all along the line,
I think. You seem to do everything
and go everywhere."
"Don't!" 'exclaimed the girl. "You
talk like mother. Three seasons It evi
dently the end of one's tether. After
that time one is expected to 'range one's
seir,' and relieve one's own people of
their responsibility concerning one, and
especially one's bills."
"But I thought you were delighted
about your engagement, Phyl," said
Lady Elmsworth. "I thought it was a
case of mutual adoratiou."
"Oh! 'II y en toujours un qui alme
et uu qui se lalsse aimer,' Isn't there?"
Phyllis!"
'Tlense don't be sentimental, Clare.
Did not much the same thing happen to
you? You were Just 20, weren't you,
when you got engaged to poor old Elms
worth? I was too young to be taken
Into j'our confidence then, but well,
you pretty well confessed the same Just
mow. Peter was not precisely the sort
of individual to turn a girl's head. I
expect mother had you Into her boudoir,
and talked to you about the whole duty
of woman, and, In your case, of the
pleasures and position of the ambassa
dor's wife, even at the dullest court In
Europe. We were both brought up in
the way we should go, and so six
months later you were Lady Elmsworth,
tasting of the aforesaid pleasures in
Madrid. In less time than that I shall
be Mrs. Mark Franklin, with more
money than I know what to do with,
and a charming husband into the bar
gain." "Come, that's better. I am rery
eager to see my brother-in-law-elect
You have not "
Phyllis laughed outright
"No, my dear, I have not; one does
not wear one's fiance's 'counterfeit pre
sentment' near one's heart nowadays.
But possess your soul In patience. I
told Mark you might come In presently,
and you would give him some tea. I
wonder If you'll like him?"
Phyllis sat back a little and glanced
round her sister's room.
"He'll like your room, at any rate.
It's wonderfully pretty and restful, this
room of yours, Clare ; and it suits you
exactly. Yes, I think Mark will like
you, too ; he'll appreciate your sense of
the fitness of things. Mark is exceed
ingly artistic"
"Yes?"
"It's, rather a weariness of the spirit
occasionally," continued Phyllis, with a
sigh. "You know or, rather, you don't
because, although we are sisters, we
have not met for five years, and so we
really don't know each other much
well, I have not much soul for picture
galleries and autumn tints, and that
sort of thing. Art is all very well when
it's got out of the West Hempstead
stage, and come west really; but it Is
a little trying when one is expected to
enthuse over impossible Madonnas with
wooden-looking babies In their arms,
and that sort of thing."
Miss Graham looked at her sister
wistfully, but Lady Elmsworth only
laughed.
"Poor Phyl! Is he trying to educate
you? It sounds rather awful."
"No, that's the worst or It! He im
agines the education, artistic feeling,
and all the rest of it, is there. That's
the fault of what mother calls the
'Graham manner.' We've got a knack
of appearing Intelligently sympathetic;
and because, we are pretty people take
us for granted. Haven't you found
that?"
Lady Elmsworth nodded, and a slight
color rose In her cheeks.
"We can't help it,", went on Phyllis;
"but they have a nasty knack of turn
ing round on us when they find us out,
and being generally horrid."
"And you think Mark"
"Oh, he won't find out for ever so
long. He's very much In love ; and I
well, I like him well enough to try and
live up to him, for a time, at any rate.
But It's a good stretch on one's nerves
to be always on the tiptoe of admira
tion about things one really does not
care a button for. I'm afraid It's the
beauties of nature that will bowl me
over. A sunset at his majesty's, where
it's well done, is a pretty enough one
in a way. But you know, honestly, I'd
rather look at a bonnet shop In Bond
street any day than on the finest scen
ery anywhere. I'm afraid It will be a
shock to Mark when he grasps the
fact."
"What is he exactly?"
"He's rather ugly, and ridiculously
ricn; a colonial, you know, proprietor
of mines, and all the rest of it. His
manners are not quite like everyone
else's. Oh, you need not raise your
eyebrows ; it is not in that way I mean
at all. Only I don't think he'd have
careu tne least bit If I'd been a butch
er's or a baker's daughter. If he'd
cared for me, he'd have married me
Just the same. I'm afraid I'm rather
proud of the fact"
"You do care for him, then?" Lady
Elmsworth stooped a little toward her
sister and looked Into her face.
"I" Phyllis blushed. "Well, yes, I
thini I do, because, If I did not I
don't suppose I should care whether he
discovered what a shallow little soul
I am or not after we are safely mar
ried." Clare bent and kissed her sister.
"ne won't find it out If you love him,
Phyl ! Oh, you don't know how glad I
am i"
Phyllis was startled at her sister's
sudden earnestness. What she had
said was quite true. The four years'
difference In their ages had always kept
them apart. Phyllis remembered dis
tinctly the time when Clare had been
"out" when she herself was In the
schoolroom. She remembered, too, all
the talk she had overheard as to her
sister's successes. Looking back, she.
realized that Clare must have refused
many opportunities of brilliant matches,
although she had finally done exceed
ingly well for herself In marrying Lord
Ellsworth. True, he was nearly twen
ty years older than Clare; and surely
among those she had refused before
Suddenly Phyllis started. What had
there been at the bottom of Clare's be
ing ordered off to winter at Davos the
year before she married? It had never
occurred to the girl. But had there
really been anything the matter with
her sister's lungs?
"Clare," she said, impulsively, "tell
me something. Were you really HI when
you went to Davos that time, or "
Lady Elmsworth laughed outright
"Or was I sent off to be out of some
body's way, you mean? No, my dear,
I believe I was really ill, and before I
weut to Davos I had never cared two
straws for anyone in my life."
"And after?"
"I don't know why I should tell you,"
salu Lady Elmsworth. "I've never told
anyone. I don't believe anyone ever
guessed except "
"Except him. Go on, Clare."
"Oh, there's not much to tell. It's
like everyone else's story, I expect ; and
you'll only think me a fool for remem
bering an these years. You know how
I went out Mother could not, or would
not come with me. She would have
hated to give up her visits, and the
Riviera, and all that. So she Just
packed me off with dear old Downey,
the governess, you remember. Downey
bad always been my abject slave, and
never dreamed of Interfering with me
at all.
l had a good time at Davos when I
first went but I did not do anyram
the doctors expected. I dont bauere
there was much the matter with me
when I went but I know I felt rather
bad after I'd been there a month; but
the air bad got Into my head and I did
not care. I flirted and behaved gener
ally badly all round, until one day I met
a man I bad never seen before. He
was not a patient but had Just come
up for the scenery.
"I don't know bow It was, but we be
gan to talk, and I liked him. Somehow
wherever I went I met him, and If I
missed him the day seemed blank and
miserable. He lectured me as to my
carelessness about my health, and all
that ; and to please him I obeyed orders
and took care. Oh, there was nothing
particular; it all went on smoothly,
and, I suppose, stupidly enough. We
never even knew each other's names. I
used to call him 'Le Passant' and he
called me his Incognita. But I was
Idiotically, unreasonably happy, until
one day the doctor said I was well
enough to go home, and that be would
write the good news to my mother.
"I had been crying when I met him.
I bad realized at once what it all
meant and what It would be like to go
back home and never see him again.
I told him the news we were quite
alone out on a terrace, and everything
glittered white in the moonlight around
us. When I had finished I turned and
saw his face. I tried to stop him, but
it was too late; bis arms were round
me, and I loved to bear wbat he was
saying. But I would not answer then ;
I would tell him to-morrow.
"I shall never forget that night. I
loved him, but I was afraid. He was
not a rich man, I felt sure of that.
Would my love last?. Could I face the
life before me If I married him? I was!
a coward, and I did not dare. I woke
Downey, and told her we must start
by the first train. I knew if I saw him
again I should yield. It was only when
Davos was behind us that I would have
given anything in the world to be back
there again; to keep my word, meet
him, and give him all my life."
"And then?"
"Nothing. We never met again ; how
should we? But I did not forget; how
could I? I was miserable ; nothing mat
tered any more; and I married Lord
Elmsworth."
"And"
"Oh, I was as happy as I deserved to
be. Peter was good to me, and always
in bis way; but I cannot say that his
death was a great blow to me. It's
awful to say, Phyllis; but I could not
help thinking, 'If fate would be kind!'
If I should meet him now."
"But if you marry "
"I lose nearly all Peter left me. Yes,
I know ; but I am wiser now. One
grows wiser in five years, Phyl, when
one has only to remember and regret
If oh, but it is so unlikely! If we
met now nothing could keep us apart"
"But suppose he "
"He had forgotten, you mean? No,
dear; he was not a man who forgets.
Oh, if we could meetl"
"Mr. Franklin," announced the serv
ant and a tall figure advauced into the
room.
Lady Elmsworth went to meet him.
"1 am glad," she began; and Phyllis
wondered why her sister stopped short
and turned so white.
"Not more glad than J," put In Mark,
as be held out his hand. Then he, too,
stopped, and the two stood in the mid
dle of the dainty drawing room, looking
into each other's eyes for what seemed
to each an age, and the air around
them seemed suddenly to grow cold and
sharp, and a glitter of moonlit snow
was upon everything. Clare recovered
herself first &n( turned to her sister,
who was glancing from one to the other
In astonishment.
"Mr. Franklin and I have met be
fore! Long ago; before I went to Mad
rid. You will excuse me a moment"
she continued, turning to Mark, "I have
some orders to give." And she glided out
of the room before he could even bow
his acquiescence. London Modern So
ciety. Sapphtra, Jr.
Senator Tillman of South Carolina
tells of a little girl whose statements
were always exaggerated until she be
came known In school and Sunday
f-chool as "a little liar." Her parents
were dreadfully worried about her, and
made strenuous efforts to correct the
bad habit. One afternoon her mother
overheard an argument with her play
mate, Willie Bangs, who seemed to fin
ish the discussion by saying emphat
ically; "I'm older than you, 'cause my
birthday comes first, in May, and yours
don't come until September."
"Oh, of course your birthday ojmes
first," sneerlngly answered little Nel
lie ; "but that Is 'cause you camo down
first I remember looking at the angels
when they were making you."
"Come here, Nellie; come here In
stantly," cried her mother.
"It Is breaking mother's heart to
hear you tell such awful stories. Re
member what happened to Ananias and
Sapphlra, don't you?" ,
"Oh. yes, mamma, I know. They
were struck dead for lying. I saw them
carried into the corner drug store."
Pittsburg Dispatch.
, Bitter.
Mrs. Subbubs Our old cook is to be
married this week, John. I think we
ought to remember her with a pres
ent Mr. Subbubs Huh ! The most kind
ly way for us to remember her with a
present Is to forget the past Phila
delphia Press.
In reading a list of poets "Everyone
should know," did you ever notice that
most of the poems were those you bad '
never heard of before '
Work or Play.
"Mother won't let me go down to
the deep swimming-pool," said Jack.
"My mother won't And she won't
let me go off and camp with th3 other
fellows," said Louis.
"And I can't go down by the wharf
alone," complained Jack.
"No, and I can't go out In a sailboat
without papa."
Then the boys sat down under the
tree, and looked as If they had been
very much abused. Just then grandpa
came along. He bad heard the com
plaint.
"No fun?" he asked. -
The boys shook their heads. "We
can't do anything down here because
our mothers are afraid," said Jack.
"I know something that is safe,"
said grandpa. "You know that old
chicken-run made of laths down there
by the brook, and the little. low hen
house that stands there, all tumbling
down? Well, it Is to be torn down and
the wood plied up in the shed. The
brook runs right down from the chick
en-run to the walk leading up to the
shed. Now If you boys take off one
side of the hen-house you can use It
for a raft, pile all the laths on It and
tow It down the brook ; then you could
unload It at the flat rock and carry It
Into the shed. That would not scare
your mothers one bit"
The boys went up and away before
he had hardly finished, and soon the
sound of tearing boards and snapping
laths was heard. When supper was
ready the bit of land that had been an
eyesore was all cleaned up, and the
boys were hungry for grandma's good
biscuits. They told their mothers that
they liked games that seemed like work.
Grandpa laughed, and said, "I guess it
Is work that seems like a game."
Youth's Companion.
Bedtime.
Mother says the baby birdies
In their nests are sleepin' sound ;
No good little boys or girlies
Wide awake can now be found.
In my little "comfy" nightie,
With my curls all tied up tight
And my bedroom candle lighted,
I have come to say "Good-night."
Margaret G. Hays.
Something: New In Gamea.
Here Is a Jolly game. It consists of
answering questions which are puns on
the abbreviation of our various State
names,
Pass around sheets of paper for the
different players to write them on, an
nounce Vfa minutes for each answer,
and then begin reading out the ques
tions :
1. Which Is the most religious State?
2. Which Is the most egotistical
State?
3. Which Is the State where untidy
folks ought to live?
4. Which is the father of States?
5. Which Is the maiden State?
6. Which is the State for pupils
having lessons to study?
7. Which is the best State for
miners?
8. Which Is the most unhealthy
State?
9. Which is the State best fitted to
beal the sick?
10. Which is the decimal State?
11. Which is the best State In case
of a flood?
12. Which is the State of surprise
or exclamation?
The answers are:
1. Massachusetts. 2. Maine. 3.
Washington. 4. Pennsylvania. 5. Mls-
slsslppl. 0.
8. Illinois,
nessee. 11.
Connectlcut 7. Oregon.
9. Maryland. 10. Ten
Arkansas. 12. Ohio.
Just a -Good.
The drawing teacher had been giv
ing a lesson on cubes, and some of the
pupils had given examples. The teach
er wanted more, but no one could think
of any. Finally, a boy said:
"I know a good cube half a pound
of butter."
"Why, that is excellent" cried the
teacher. "Now, who can give me an
other example, as good as Henry's?"
After a long time she saw a hand
waving wildly in the back of the room.
"Well, Willie, what Is It?"
"Why, the other half-pound of that
butter," said Willie, triumphantly.
Different Heln(i.
Some words In our language have
several meanings, each different froi
the others, so that It Is not always pos-
8lble t0 know at first Just what thought
tne speaker wishes to express.
There Is the word "humanitarian,"
instance. If you will turn to your
Webster you will find that It means:
1. One who denies the divinity of
Christ and believes him to have been
merely human. 2. One who limits the
sphere of duties to human relations and
affections, to the exclusion of the relig
ious or spiritual. 3. One who is act
ively concerned In promoting the wel
fare of his kind ; a philanthropist. The
third sense Is the one in which the'
word is now most frequently used, and
Webster marks this definition as "re
cent" The Middle Boy.
I'm only Just the middle boy,
So all last year I wore
Delancey's clothes. Most ev'ry toy
I bad was his before.
But. I'm "so hard on ev'hything !"
(That's what my fam'ly say.)
Right from the shops they have to bring
New clothes for Richard Gray.
Delancey always says, "Why, Jim,
I wouldn't care one bit !"
You'd think they'd be just fun for him
Old clothes that don't quite fit.
But father talks a diff'rent way.
"Not so very long ago
I was a middle boy," he'll say.
"You hurry up and grow !"
Youth's Companion.
He Got the Wrong- One.
A certain Inspector, in one of his vis
its to a district school, was much an
noyed by the noise of the pupils In the
adjoining room. At last, unable to bear
it any longer, he opened the door and
burst in on the class. Seeing one boy,
rather taller than the rest talking a
great deal, he caught him by the col
lar, carried him to the next room and
threw him Into a chair, saying :
"Now sit there and be quiet !"
Presently a little head apepared at
the door, and a meek voice cried:
"Please, sir, you've got our teacher!"
A Candle in the Well.
When a well has to be cleaned, it is
customary to lower a candle into it; If
the candle burns, the man who is to do
the cleaning may descend wtb safety,
but It It goes out for him to descend
would be almost certain death. Carbon
ic acid gas often lies at the bottom of a
well, and lowering the candle Is the test
for this gas will at once smother the
light, Just as it would smother the man.
The flame and the man both live on
oxygen, and both die in carbonic acid
gas. Chicago Daily News.
HER BOOK OF BOOKS.
In Which She Set Down the Tltlea
" of Thoae She Had Read.
She held up the fat little red leather
book for her friends to see.
"No not a diary. I kept one once,
but I burned it long ago. My father
gave me this when I was fifteen, and
showed me how to keep it
"It is my list of books I have read.
I call It my book of books, nere Is the
first entry: 'Westward Ho,' by Charles
Kingsley double-starred because I
hare read It three times; a star means
rereading. Underlined, too, because
when I looked the list over at the end
of the year It was one of my favorites.
A little circle after the title that's
because It was a work of fiction that
set me to hunting fact, In history and
biography. I don't think much of any
historical novel that hasn't earned Its
circle.
"Not all the marks In my code were
marks of honor, though. Look at the
er.oss after number nine; that means
trash. And there, after number eleven
the Frederika Bremer novel the
black dash that means simply that I
didn't like It Father enjoined me to
be honest with my black marks. He
said I should find them an antidote to
literary pretentiousness. One can hard
ly assume airs of superiority In dis
cussing classic masterpieces one has
given a black mark to.
"The list of one's reading Is so much
more than a list It Is half the history
of a mind. I can trace here bo many
delightful episodes of developing taste
and temperament; my long meander
Ings among the poets, my dash Into
folk-lore, my digression into sagas, my
return to solid English history and
biography, my rebellious bolt into friv
olous fiction, my gradual achievement of
due proportion In my dealings with
fact and imagination.
"Then there Is the occasional encoun
ter with some new author who capti
vated my fancy at the instant, and the
breathless rush through all his works.
Look at that page of unoroken Steven
son! One title after another. There
they all are, and oh, what a good time
I had with them!
"Many people can't keep an Interest
ing diary; there aren't many who can
keep a true one true in the sense of
telling the whole truth. But a simple
list of books can deceive no one. can
hurt no susceptibilities, pamper no
vanities, encourage no morbidness, be
tray no secrets and yet It tells so
much ! Try It for yourself. If you have
never tried, and soon there will be no
book In your library you will prize
more than your own little book of
books." Youth's Companion.
Seaaatlonal Cablea.
"What's the news this morning?"
"Mighty exciting cable about Rocke
feller." "What's tb.it?"
"Why, be goes to bed every night,
gets up each morning, converses with
his friends, eats when he Is hungry,
drinks if thirsty, and hasn't tipped i
waiter yet" Phlladelpbia Ledger.
MADE FORTUNE WITH NICKEL,
"Jack: ' Diamonds," a Veraclooa
Gambler, Telia How He Won,
Jack Lawrence, better known as the
"Jack of Diamonds," a native of Lou
isville, wandered back to his native
city during home coming, says the Lou
isville correspondent of the Herald.
The Jack of Diamonds, in the person
of Mr. Lawrence, never had a more
; complete double. He Is an old devotee
at faro and poker. No man In the
country Is more feared then be when
be gets a "piece" of the bank's money
and begins shoving It back at them.
Lawrence would plunge on his last shirt
button, let alone bis last dollar. Of
pleasing expression and front wltb
turn of speech usually found among the
tout gentry, a gracious smile and a
large, open-faced gray eye, Lawrence
bas forced many an Impossible condi
tion and come out high, but never dry.
Lawrence often tells a good story. If
any part of It be not true his historian
is to blame and not be, for be is person
ally the soul of veracity, though the
proprietor of a vivid imagination. He
can tell bow be ran nothing up to $20,-
000 and never take his eye out of yours
while he is telling It "Yes, sir," he
begun the other night "it was a gloomy
off day in Chicago.
'This day I had put my last dime
into a piece of bithulltlc Chicago pie
and a cup of drugged coffee. It looked
like It was all up. If you caught the
eye of a passing friend a film came
over It as he slipped by. It was awful.
Refrigerator fish are easy and white
marble warm compared with Chicago
when a man is broke.
"While trekking down State street I
spied something that looked suspicious
over in the dirt and enow beside tho
curbstone. It was a nickel, and a
plugged nickel at that Well, I wan
ders Into a certain place where roulette
and faro was going on, and with a
smile I says to the dealer: 'If you'll
put in a nickel with me I'll take a shot
at No. 15."" "
"He laughs and says: 'Jack, you're
a Jpnnh, but I'll take a chance, and
puts a white 10-cent chip on the fifteen.
If the little ball hadn't stopped on that
number this story would never have
ben told, but there she lay, and I geta
$1.75.
"Something said low and earnest to
me : 'Jack, they can't stop you now.'
1 picks It up, nonchalent like, and says :
'If you're still game I'll play our $3.50
at the bank. We might pull out a stack
of fish.' . -
"Well, Blr, he puts In with me and
tbe boneless ham that he was comes
over when I am $500 winner and splits
it up. Before I quits I am $1,500 to the
good, and as they turns over the box I
saunters down to the Auditorium in a
carriage and registers my full name.
Then each day I takes $500 out with
me and brings back about $2,000 and
finully run Into a high flying bookmaker
of the name of Skelley, and we drops-,
down to Hot Springs for the .spring;
sunshine and we gets tangled up there
to tbe tune of $40,000 to the good, and
that was how I runs a plugged nickel;
up to Rockefeller."
"What became of your fortune?" he
was asked.
"Well, my boy, that's a long story.
To be brief and more or less accurate,
you might Just say I lost it looking for
work."
COAL AS FINE AS FLOUR.
'Smokeleaa Combnatlon Said to
Be
Achieved by a Manufacturer.
For years the entire country has been
complaining of the smoke nuisance,
says the Detroit Free Press. Hundreds
of thousands of dollars have been ex
pended on smoke consumers, stokers,
steam jets and other appliances. Now
comes the inventor with a simple de
vice that a schoolboy can understand.
Smoke is caused by feeding soft coal
into the -furnace. The fuel, when
thrown on a bed of hot coal, Ignites
rapidly and throws off a volume of car
bon that gushes out of the flues and
then falls on everything surrounding
the plant
Benjamin J. Walker, of Erie, Pa.,
was searching for a means of destroy
ing the nuisance In the Erie Malleable
Iron Works. He went to the root of
the trouble the feeding the fuel Into
the furnace. Instantaneous combustion
was what he wanted and here is the
plan he evolved: Instead of passing
the coal into the furnace In the old
fashioned way he fed it In pulverized
form Into a happer whence It passed
by air pressure through two wrought
Iron pipes Into the furnace. Combus
tion instantly took place, and the coal
dust was burned In suspension. No
smoke, no burned out grate bars, no
back-breaking stirring np of fire, no
gang of men tending the furnaces.
The invention was purchased a few
months ago by Mark Packard of Buf
falo, a multimillionaire mine operator.
For years he has never been able to
find a market for the coal dust or bug
dust as it is called In the business.
This new combustion invention settles
that question, for coal as fine as flour
can be used.
The quantity of ashes to be removed
Is reduced by 60 to 70 per cent
Hla Mental Limitation.
Tour honor," said the arrested
chauffeur, "I tried to warn the man,
but the horn would not work."
'Then why did you not slacken speed
rather than run him down?"
A light seemed to dawn upon tbe
prisoner.
"Gee!" he said, "that's one on me. I
never thought of that" Philadelphia
Ledger.
It Is hard for the man who enjoys
three square mtuls a day to pose as a
pessimist