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\\ilt)bWliO L NGW--sJ A wonderful gift for the particular ~— - kind of warfare he is waging against the Germans in East Africa Is the characteristic an English writer at- &/***■ tributes to General Smuts, the Boer p leader, who is pressing the Teutons / hurd in tlieir sole remaining African 'ffi Ills remarkable enveloping move- I fflßfo, merits invariably achieve their object and one realizes how invaluable in iM',. "***s ' this part of the world is the experience i |||^ **G : /%&'& $ of tile Boer cavalry. To Ids know!- yij. : ,jr jj|jP£g& " : Wm^ edge of local conditions and the way V-fei J? to deal with them he adds absolute se crecy as to his plans. No one but him* ' the front Is to be afforded a revelation jffij of his energy. One would have smiled (to see him pushing his motor car whenever it got stuck in the mud or in some morass. Like the troops, lie lives on dried meat. In appearance he is short, thick set, with an imperial beard and shrewd eyes. He suggests the lawyer rather than the field commander, though he is both. One remembers he was attorney general at twenty-eight. Speaking English perfectly, one is only just made aware that he is not an Englishman. Oen. Juun Isidor Jlminuz, who was president of the Dominican republic vJ? until May 8, when lie resigned under ■>. pressure from his congress, after a life \ of storm and battle, is now seeking \ pence for his nerves in the mountains • \ near Wornersviile, Pa. General Jimlnez was president of /&8m >Sgji Santo Domingo off and on for five years. He administered ills office with \ dignity and effectiveness. He led ’ armies. He defied a congress. He 'UfciMfcL; stepped defiantly into a presidential dSgfIMHP* chair made vacant by assassination, y More tlinn once he shook Ills fist in the y face of Europe. And now he wishes to m- ttjjy hide awhile in the tranquillity that only A. few., doctors and trained nurses are able to Hna maintain in a disordered world. Such X. - / is life for the adventurers. X* ls|fy| l'p tin* Hi 11 came the veteran gen w#* vIP eral tl"’ other day in a big motor car. x * 0,1 on, ‘ side of him was Ills wife, on ’ - ■■■ "S. th,> other was ills youthful daughter, Carniela Jimlnez, a girl with the serene voice and face of a nun. The general is an old man now. He is almost seventy, lie lias the look of a sage. He will not talk Latin-Ainerican politics or of anything that lias gone on or that still goes on in the small republic. PUBLIC LAND SPECIALIST Charles D. Mahnffle of Portland, ~**~*"*“ Ore., lias assumed Ids duties as solid tor of the department of the Interior, and lias taken up the study of public land eases, in which he is a specialist ; ids early boyhood in Oklahoma, where ' at the time of his appointment. #1 v K V Mr. Mahaffie received his legal ed- < , - ucation at Oxford university, receiving L* >/ the degree of D. C. L. He was award- VEgpiSfe''' j ed a Rhodes scholarship from Okla- X'# / honia in 1905, after graduating from y•. Kingfisher college (Okla.) in the same /f*!s. year. He was a member of the fac- . uify of Princeton university during /» J . At tin- time of Ids appointment lie Pjjjffjfijh. ' v ■ jUj? • ' was secretary of the University club, ■■■- ■ : ■ ■ "■ »■*"' Portland, Ore., and treasurer of the Oregon Bar association. Mr. Mahaffie is much interested in tlie conservation of the natural re sources of tlu* country, lit* was for some years secretary of the Oregon con servation commission. He is a bachelor and a tennis enthusiast. COUNTESS SAID NOTHING When tlie Countess von Berns* • ' torff, wife of the German ambassador to the United States, arrived at New or^ a^er a Prolonged stay in Europe, statement concerning conditions in tf< a revenue cutter to meet his wife, . f When he was asked if the countess jof~' would say something for publication, •&» < . about the war or anything else, the ambassador volunteered to act as in termediary between the newspaper “My dear.” he said, “these gentle- M Ofc m lnen ' vou t" know that you have ' ~ Naturally, after that, the countess JKjg£ ’Jwl had nothing to say. All who part id ' "y*™ jZ —j, a ted In the incident admitted that the ' count is a diplomat. Before her marriage the countess was Miss Luckemeyer of New York. Sweden during the last five years has consumed 1,126,000 tons of bread yearly. Two Pennsylvania inventors have patented a slingshot with a sight to aid In aiming it. \ N More than 700,000 United States workers have this yeur received way* increases. GREAT JUNGLE FIGHTER JIMINEZ SEEKS REST A Brotherlu Proposal jg> b r GEORGE MUNSON (Copyright. 1916, by W. G. Chapman.) Ethel Fisher and Nora Doyle were the two prettiest girls in Hopetown, and Jim Scanlon was the richest young bachelor. From this triangle a huge variety of situations can be construct ed. The situation was complicated by the fact that Jim was girl-shy. Not a woman-hater; afraid, a little, and fear ful of making the irrevocable choice before lie could make up his mind. Jim had paid attention to both Nora and Ethel. Nora Doyle was a shy, Iluffy-haired little thing, with a heart of gold. Ethel was a dashing brunette. When Jim was with one lie liked her better; when lie was with the other he preferred the other. “Why don’t you get married, Jim?” asked his scapegrace brother, Harry, who had run down into the country for a few days, and incidentally “touched” his brother for a loan. “You ought to be married for the credit of the family.” “I guess the family credit can take care of itself,” answered Jim huffily, for Harry had asked him the question that had been bothering him a good deal of late. Harry was entirely opposite to Jim as regards character. The girls adored Harry. Scapegrace though he was, he was a gentleman; they knew they could trust him to the limit. “It’s a shame you don’t ask Ethel Fisher to become your wife, Jim,” said - y )X~4'i “What?" Yelled Jim. Harry. “She’d snap you up in a min ute.” . “Shut up J” commanded Jim, in the tones of one who is creditor of the man he addresses to the extent of sev eral thousands. Harry shut up. and Jim became un easy. He had been thinking that he could not do better than ask Ethel — until Harry spoke; and now he was thinking of Nora again. Harry’s visit came to an end, as every infliction must. Harry had tried to touch his brother for a final thou sand, and hud been turned down. “I’ll get even with you for that,” he grinned. And lie did—on the evening before ids departure. Both the brothers sat at a reception, Jim constrained and shy, Harry the life of the evening. Just as the brothers were getting ready to go home Harry came out of the conservatory, where he had been sitting a long time with Ethel. “I congratulate you, old man,” he said to his brother. “Come home and don’t make a fool of yourself,” said Jim. “You’ve been out there with Miss Fisher for half an hour.” “Jim,” said Harry, “I’ve asked her to marry you.”, “What?" yelled Jim, quite forgetting where he was. “A regular case of Miles Standish over again, Jim. I told her you were languishing with love for her, and hadn’t the grit to ask her to be your wife. She’s accepted you, my boy.” “You blithering ass!” said Jim. “You'll make a splendid pair,” said Harry. “I meant to pretend to be you and propose in your name, but I guess we don’t look enough alike for that. Good luck, old boy!” Jim’s hand fell on Harry’s collar. “Is that straight, Harry?” his brother de manded. “Absolute truth.” “I’ll never loan you another cent. And I'll go and tell her at once that you were playing the fool." Harry grinned as he twisted himself out of his brother’s grasp. “You ought to have lent me that thousand,” he said. “Go and tell her by all means. See. here she comes!” They were a little away from the other guests, hidden from their view by a bank of flowers. Jim, standing in a daze, saw Ethel Fisher approach him with a happy face. She came quickly up to him and —and kissed him. j “Dear,” she said, “I am the happiest woman in the world.” And Jim, looking wretchedly from Ethel’s happy face to the grinning one of his brother, realized that it was not so easy to tell her as he had thought it would he. He arrived home in Harry’s wake, raging. Nothing would satisfy him Hut that Harry should go to Ethel and at once confess the prank that he had played. But Harry was adamantine. “Jim, old man, it’s for your own good,” he said. “It’s time you were married; you like Ethel, you know, and one day you’ll come to me and thank me for what I huve done.” “Get out of my house!” stormed Jim. “From this moment you are no brother of mine. Confound you, it’s another girl I was thinking of,” he added. It was, for now Nora Doyle began to assume a very different aspect in His imagination. He knew that if he hud any sense he would have proposed to Nora long before. But he could not tell Ethel. She looked so happy, her manner was so loving, her greeting so affectionate. And sadly Jim came to the conclusion that he would have to marry her. Nora Doyle und he seemed always to be meeting now. Ethel asked Jim that their engagement should remain se cret for the present; consequently Nora suspected nothing. And Jim found it impossible to avoid telling her of his love and of his tragic mis take. He avoided her, but still they met; he would go for long country tramps, and he would encounter Nora on the way; he went to town once, and Nora happened to be taking the same train. And at last, utterly worn out, he re solved to ask Ethel to marry him at once. The sooner it was over, the sooner he could learn resignation. Ethel’s manner had been a little cer emonious of late. Jim had not seen her for two days. As he entered the garden of her house he heard her voice, then a man’s and, to liis aston ishment, it sounded like Harry’s. The next moment he had turned the corner of the hedge and come upon Harry holding Ethel in his arms. He stood still, struck speechless, with a mixture of wild relief and al most ungovernable fury. The pair, surprised, started apart; then Ethel’s ringing laughter broke upon Jim’s ears. “You tell him, Harry,” she said. “We’re engaged, old man,” said Har ry, approaching his brother a little warily. “What do you mean?” shouted Jim. “Now, don’t get mad, my boy! I knew you loved a certain party, but were holding off, and that you’d lose her if you didn’t hurry up; so Ethel and I contrived this little trick on you. We’ve been engaged all along, and —” “Forgive me, Jim,” said Ethel, com ing forward. But Jim had bolted—bolted is the only word that can be used to describe the method of his movement. Harry and Ethel, watching him, saw that his course was uphill, immediately toward Nora’s house. “It worked!” said Harry ecstatically. “Ethel, you’re a wonder. You’re an angel. Kiss me as many times as you’ve kissed Jim.” An hour later, a little shamefaced, Jim Scanlon returned. “It’s all right,” he said. “She’s accepted me. And why shouldn’t we all be married on the same day?” 4 “Just what Ethel suggested,” an swered Harry. “Say, are you glad now?” “Harry,” said Jim earnestly, “I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” But he did not quite understand the meaning of Harry’s very enigmatic grin—till he remembered. How to Become a Classic Dancer. “How may I become a classic dancer?” wrote a young woman to a Columbus newspaper. The paper gave the following answer: “(Jo home and cultivate a dislike for bathing dishes; refuse to make the beds, sweep or dust, because such com mon things will interfere with your lofty ideals. After you have sufficient ly composed your mind, remove your clothing, put on a nightgown, provid ing you have a very thin one. Let your hair trail down your back, arm yourself with a little tin whistle, which you must be sure and call a lute, and then seek the front yard. Jump high and wide, much as if you had inadvertently stepped into a bum ble bees’ nest. People will come to look at you and most of them will re mark in a low and vulgar way that you are either bughouse or nutty. But they will not know. They are just the common people. And if you jump high enough and get your picture in the papers you will have succeeded.” Model English Tavern. Great Britain's first government model tavern has been opened at Carlisle. It is called the Gretna tav ern and coffee house, and is under the management of the central control (liquor traffic board). The latter pays tc those conducting the establishment a commission on the sales of food and nonalcoholic drinks, but not oil alco holic drinks. Beer, but no spirits, is sold. The board's object is to replace small and unsuitable premises where a large trade in liquor is done by more commodious premises where re freshment may be obtained in health ful surroundings. Playbills. The Actor Man (modestly)—As a matter of fact, I could show you letters from —er —ladies in—er —almost every place in which I have appeared. The Sport (with conviction) —Land ladies, I suppose?—London Tit-Bits. ffgfet Contents 15 Fluid Drachm 9ooßropsJ CASTORU i ALCOHOL-3 PER CENT, j ‘ PreparationforAs •] similatingtiieFood by Regular 1 ting the Stomachs and Bowls IN FA NTS CHILDBEjj. Thereby Promoting Digestion • Cheerfulness and RestContami neither Opium,Morphine nor; Mineral. 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On and on she talked— about everything—pausing only to em phasize her remarks in a more forci ble manner. At the end of 15 min utes she ceased. Her breath was ex hausted. 111 tiie doorway .was an astonished group of onlookers from surrounding otlices. “We thought you had installed a phonograph, squire,” one of them said. -—lndianapolis News. CUTICURA COMFORTS BABY Suffering From Itching, Burning Rashes, Eczema, etc. Trial Free. Give baby a bath with hot water and Cuticura Soap, using plenty of Soap. Dry lightly and apply Cuticura Oint ment gently to all affected parts. In stant relief follows and baby falls into a refreshing sleep, the first perhaps in weeks. Nothing more effective. Free sample each by mail with Book. Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv. Credit. A rich nabob, ambitious to be known as a good fellow, gave a feast which cost a thousand sequins a plate. "What wicked, wanton waste!” ex claimed the world. Another nabob, thirsting for glory, went to war. “The brutal, bloody butcher,” the world protested. A third nabob, desiring only to do what was right, bestowed his riches in alms. “He makes paupers!” sniffed the world. The recording angel hesitated, but after some thought he dipped his pen and wrote, to the credit of each of the nabobs: “He kept his money in circulation.” Nature's Great Hoodoo Temple. In the Hoodoo basin of western Wyoming are curious formations which resemble Punch and Judy heads, grim savages, simpering old maids, monkeys, rabbits, birds and animals in every grotesque and exaggerated shape imag inable, and in every possible position. There are 50 different shapes of heads ; over 40 different animal and human faces have been counted. Tiie rock out of which the hoodoos have been carved by Dame Nature is what is known as volcanic breccia. —Popular Science Monthly. Surely an Antique. “Now here,” said the second-hand dealer, “is a rare bargain in an an tique phonograph, which—” “Whoever heard of a phonograph classed as antique furniture?” broke in the scornful customer. “Well, believe it or not,” returned the dealer, “but the man I bought it from had had it so long it was all paid for."—Kansas City Star. Up-to-Date Diagnosis. “What did the doctor say?" “He felt of Jones' purse tuid said there was no hope."—Dallas News. CASTORIA For Infante and Children. Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria Always J » Bears the Signature/Vjjr (y iV* * n AX Use \j For Over Thirty Years THC CENTAUR COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY. CAPTAIN GOT NEW TROUSERS Incident That Has More Than a Touch of Comedy Ocucrred on the Isonzo Front. How near tragedy and comedy are in 1 tie happenings along tiie battle line is shown by this incident of tiie fight ing on the Isonzo front. A Caproni fighting aeroplane that had gone from tiie Italian side was hit by the antiaircraft guns and fell with in tile Austrian lines. The pilot was killed, the observer was somewhat scratched, but otherwise unhurt. His trousers, however, were ripped “from A to Z.” Captain Amegliano, the captured fly er, was inconsolable, and to an Aus trian officer who sympathized with him he said: “My poor comrade will be buried and I cannot even pay him my last re spects—not in tliis gear.” “If that is all,” remarked tiie Aus trian, “we’ll soon mend that.” And, after obtaining permission, he went up to ids Fokker machine and threw a letter into the Italian line, acquaint ing them with tiie fact, and request ing “a pair of new trousers for Cap tain Amegliano.” Sure enough, an hour or so later there was an Italian machine high in the air, and a package dropped that contained a laurel wreath for tiie dead and a pair of trousers for the living. His Efficacious Way. Jurd Sprawl of Pee\yee was telling of the style prevailing at liis cousin's house in Kansas City. “Why, dad bum it, they ett diner at six o’clock at night,” said he. “And at every plate there were six forks and —” “Gee!” cackled his younger brother. “How'd you know which one*to use?” “Hob! That didn’t bother me none. I just grabbed my knife and sailed right in.” —Kansas City Star. Her Preference. “What do you think of this extra hour of daylight scheme?” “What I’tn for is more moonlight,” declared the romantic girl. A man never knows how foolish he can look until he attends a five-o’clock A Growing Custom! The custom of placing Grape-Nuts on the table at all meals is growing in American homes. Both children and grown - ups help them selves to this delicious food as often as they like. It contains the entire nutri ment of wheat and barley, digests quickly, and is wonderfully energizing. Every table should have its daily ration of Grape Nuts “There’s a Reason”