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CANTRILL, PLAIN FARMER
“I’m no lawyer, mid I’m no orator.
.I'm just a plain farmer from Ken
jliß'ky, lint here’s what I think.” «
In this wise James ('amphell Cunt- yW&rfap*-- *
4-111, congressman from the Seventh . ./"?■ CfiKgpßS&laM
llistrict of Kentucky, began a speech I
staged In congress for a long time. v|jjjj^
Congressman (’antrill. long, lean, \ /Jahk
din] lanky, is a Democratic member of '*?p3p|L
jlhe rules committee of the house, But,
unlike the other Democratic members ;]
(of that body, he did not vote for the
jplctcly and to stampede the entire X
-house into overthrowing the majority f jp/JMHji
report of the committee. S V-W v
It is true that Mr. ('antrill is no *’*
lawyer, hut he was brought up in tho
jitmosphere of the law. His father, James K. Cantrill, was the judge who
sat in the trial of Caleb Powers. Most of his forefathers were lawyers.
He hails from the richest blue-grass section of Kentucky, and is a real
farmer. Ten years ago he waf. one of the chief organizers of the tobacco
growers of his state, and figured prominently in the exploits of the so-called
“night riders.”
Farmer (’antrill has a mind quick to grasp the essentials of any situation
mid a logic, however roughly spoken, that Is usually invincible.
He is n tighter through and through, and doesn’t know the first sensa
tion of fear. He showed that when lie defied the leaders of his party and
forced them to accept Ids views.
WISCONSIN’S PRIZE GIRL
gressive of the states, has come for
ward the lust few years with more
now hieus regarding government and
of these lines in Wisconsin you have
*° gt>t u,) the morning and keep
'ff. state, so adjudged at the state fair, is
' J'l&RMm Miss Helen M. Hatch of Lake Geneva,
and the list of her accomplishments
meats of that most desirable of mor
.', These are some of the things sin l
had to do to win the championship:
*"&>/ had to make her own cap and
I? y <HI! apron; she lmd to name -0 different
v 'H kin ds of cloth; she had to put up one
K., Ay can of carrots and one can of peaches;
%V' ’ > she had to bake a loaf of bread; sin?
1 I —’ — : bud to make a tin of baking-powder
biscuit, the sort you used to eat at teatime with honey when you went visit
ing with your mother. She had to prove she can darn and patch. She had
to make garments for herself out of whole cloth and make them well.
Miss Hatch also won the prize as “Miss Agriculture” in the big parade at
the fair, in which she wore a costume of alfalfa, trimmed with goldenrod.
MAN WITH PERFECT BRAIN
Thomas J. Abernetby, now half ~
iiy and gave him 1(H) per cent was no
Hugo Munsterberg,
much as it surprised anyone. The col-
lege records show that he has been
only an average student, lie says v.
Idnuelf, -I have Jut about broken
labeled “Al” by one of the world’s
greatest psychologists. Abernetby specialized in r6mance languages, having
had the idea originally that he might go into business i^South America. He
now plans to enter the canning business with his fathtr in his home town.
West Pembroke, Me.
LYAUTEY, MILITARY GENIUS
, is described b.v Stephen jbau^anne.
\ ' 3 formerly editor of Le Matin, Paris, as
follows: "As for General Lyaute.v, the
Hll new minister of war, in all France the
premier could not Ijave found another
&man so splendidly qualified to handle
j the hip problems of the war office,
f He jg a genius at organization, and 1
Jo not think I exaggerate when I say
K| Ip*-., i-f 1 xWmf he is perhaps the greatest organizer
* f that the Freuch army has ever.known.
Lyaute.v has been governor of Moroc
/ ‘ ja. the Moroccans from a state approUeh-
S MBS iug savagery to quasi-civilization. lie
f 11 gn * ut LaasU ‘ r efficiency, and
•> \ X general with those of a great business
I'v|» V ~ “General Lyautey is a native of
i ’**“* wSMßssi Lorraine. He bad a little home not
far front Nancy, and when the Ger
mans made oue of their raids up^ m hat city in the early days of the war
General Lyautey's home was anV, nj , the^& st to be looted and subsequently
destroyed. He is between sixty / am \ sixty-flvT l ars of age and is a toember
of the Academy and the one it/,ember who has^y l t 0 makv hss presentation
speech to his colleagues t
THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE. DOUGLAS. GEORGIA,
The Stray
Guest
it
By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin
(Copyright, 1917, by W. G. Chapman,;
“Mister, I'm hungry.”
Martin Brill laid just come out of the
retail salesroom of a great baking es
tablishment. He had a large, but light
package under his arm: two pounds of
crackers. He had a small parcel in
his coat pocket: ten cents’ worth of
common, plebeian sausage.
A man with his coat collar turned
op and looking like the average per
son out ol’ work had hailed him. Neith
er had Martin an overcoat.
“Why, I’m hungry, too,” he replied
in ills usual bright, happy way. “I
don’t live but a square from here.
Maybe you’re in want of a shelter, too,
eh, my friend?’ ,
“I am just that,” answered the stran
ger.
“Come along, then, if you’re not too
dainty. I’ve just spent my last dime,
but I’ve got enough coal for the little
stove to last till Saturday night. My
room rent is paid. You look sober and
respectable. Come along, you’re wel
come.”
“You’re a good man,” said the stran
ger with unction, and they walked on
together.
“You see,” rattled on Martin, as
cheerily as if they were bound for
some banquet, VI have to buy close.
Twenty cents —well, I went to a
butcher shop. I didn’t order a pound
of sausage, but ten cents’ worth, and
the butcher cut me off a fair foot of
the roll. I bought broken crackers,
just as fresh as those baked with
them,, only a corner off here and there,
! r |k'
“Here’s a Mystery—or Is It Mischief?”
broken and disfigured, but crisp as all
can be. 1 cun brew a cup of coffee.
Here we are—dpes it suit you?”
“Hut how about yourself tomorrow?”
suqpested the stranger.
“Oh, I’ll manage to pick up the day’s
feed. There’s snow to shovel, coal to
carry in. wood to split. I’ll manage.
Tell you, friend. I’ve seen dark times
the last month, hut —never say die!
Come in.”
Martin led his Invited guest up a
dark stairway and lit a lamp. The
room was sparsely, but cleanly fur
nished. There was a double bed with
coarse but warm blankets, a table,
chairs, a small stove, and in this a
fire was soon going.”
“Light housekeeping!” observed Mar
tin. with a ringing laugh. “Now then,
set to.”
Martin ate like the hearty, healthy
man he was. The other barely nibbled
at a few fragments of the food. Mar
tin observed this, but attributed it to
a distaste for the coarse fare and said
nothing. Then they sat chatting.
“You're pretty poor, aren’t you?”
observed Martin's guest, who called
himself Lester.
“No, I am the richest man in the
world!” declared Martin, promptly and
with vigor. “I’ve got a girl to think
of —wife, some day, for she's true and
patient and has faith in me. I left
the old town with a little capital six
months ago. I lost iu my first invest
ment. All right. I’ll keep straight on
till I’ve done what her father insists
I must demonstrate; good behavior al
ways, strict attention to business. I’m
rich in Elsa Warden's love. It's a
glory that irradiates my life.”
Martin shared his bod with' Lester
that night. The latter left him with
a warm expression of gratitude. Mar
tin started out to earn his daily bread.
He came home at nightfall well satisfied
with the two dollars he had earned
assisting a family to move. He treat
ed himself to an oyster stew on this
particular occasion. He started in to
tidy up. to coine across a small mem
orandum book that had evidently fallen
from the coat of his guest of the eve
ning previous. Martin opened it
casually. He gavg a puzzled start.
“Why. what's this?” he ejaculated in
a surprised way—“my name, my do
ings, tab on me since I came to the
city. Here's a mystery—or is it mis
chief?” '
A series of entries told of how Mar
tin had come to the city and bought
out a small store. Later he hud learned
that it had been sold to him by a set
of sharpers, acting as agents for a poor
widow lady who never got the money.
Honest, whole-hearted Martin promptly
put the woman in possession of the
store, pocketed his loss and without a
grumble at fate went cheerfully on his
way, doing the best he could.
An item told of his dividing his lit
tle stock with the poor and distressed,
of his care for the weak and unfor
tunate, of his pure, true life, a man
among men in his moral and humane
standards.
The memoranda cited his trials and
misfortunes. There were many details
of instances where he had not dis
dained the hardest labor to Jceep his
head above water, jand all the time
never departing from the courage, en
ergy and sterling moral principles of
a man strictly devoted to his duty.
There came a knock at the door just
as Martin had completed traversing
the queer chrobicle.
“Come in,” directed Martin, and
Lester entered the room. He eyed
Lester critically, and, in a way, un
easily,
“I lost something here last night,”
spoke Lester.
“Yes, I have just found it,” replied
Martin instantly, and with not much
cordiality, for his suspicions had be
come aroused. “Here it is.”
Lester looked embarassed as he took
it. ne drew out his watch and glanced
at it. Martin was amazed. This pen
sioner, this mendicant had displayed a
fine gold timepiece scarcely comport
ing with his alleged poverty.
“Wait a minute," directed Martin.
“I glanced over your memorandum
hook. Naturally I am rather curious
as to its rather complete history of
myself since I came to the city.”
“Yes,” nodded Lester, and rather
confusedly, Martin fancied, and his
head Inclined toward the hallway as
though expecting somebody.
“Why?” projected Martin bluntly.
“Well, to tell you the truth,” spoke
Lester after a slight pause, “I was
hired to gather up the information."
“Then yoif confess to being a spy?”
challenged Martin.
“Don’t put it that way to n person
who has been interested, more than
that, benefitted by contact with one
of the best men he ever met, and that
is yourself.”
“Who hired you, and wherefore?”
pressed Martin with Insistency.
“I —you shall known in time. Ah,
you shall know now!” added Lester in
a tone of relief, and ns the door again
opened he stood aside to reveal a new
comer —the father of Elsa Wurdeli.
The old man was genial, eager,
friendly. He advanced and grasped
the hand of Martin with warmth.
“Didn’t expect me?” he cried. “Well.
Elsa made me come and I was glad to.
My boy, I put you through a tough or
deal to try you out, didn’t I? Well,
you’ve been true blue all through it
and never flunked. It isn't making a
fortune easy that spells success. It’s
the spirit of dauntlessness that laugh*
at bad luck and brings out the real
gold that is in a man. You’re coming
back home with me, Martin.”
“What for?” inquired Martin.
“To become my son-in-law and to
start in business, where Elsa wants
yon, and I, too. I’ve been watching
you, young man,” with a meaning
glance at Lester. “I’m not afraid of
the future of a man like you. Don’t
you understand?”
“I thank you,” responded Martin in
a voice almost unsteady with intense
emotion. And realized that the path
way he was to tread—and not alone —
would be Illumined with the full radi
ance of perfect love.
Flowers and Pictures. »
“Don’t stand a vase of flowers in
front of a picture; let it make its own
picture,” was the advice of an interior
decorator who counted a bowl of blos
soms to be as decorative, against a
wall, as would be a framed picture.
“A vase of blooms or branches
should be as carefully ‘composed,’ and
placed with as direct reference to its
background, as is tho painting.” she
continued. “All too often a spray of
flowers is thrust into the wrong vase
(to bring out Its beauty) and then
stood up on a cabinet, a shelf, or the
top of a pieee of furniture,, where its
outlines are entirely lost, by being
shown against the broken lines of oth
er objects. The lines and colors of
flowers and flowering branches are
very beautiful, and they should be giv
en a simple, neutral background,
where their full valne may be dis
played. A jar of roses, exquisite when
placed against the soft gray of a plain
bit of wall, will lose all Its charm
when stood on a table with a lamp of
one colsb beside it, books of other col
ors behind it, and curtains of still oth
er shades in close proximity.
“Treat each l>owl of bloom as a pic
ture, and frame it with a harmonizing
set of neighbors, leaving its back
ground clear to show it off to the full
est advantage.”—Christian Science
: Monitor.
Ruse That Won.
The subway crush was at least as
bad as ever, if not a bit worse than
usual, ns two husky fellows stood
dangling from straps.
“You don’t look any too well,” said
i one. “Just what was that illness?”
i “Oh,” said the other, “he said it was
| smallpox, but that doesn't seem possi
! ble, inasmuch as I was in bed only
!12 days. Anyway, I feel less like a
j cured man than I’d like to. Today at
j the office I had all of the symptoms
| of my first attack.”
One by one the three men sitting
; within range of the voices got to their
! feet and sauntered toward the vesti
bule. The fibber and his friend sat
down. —New York Herald.
GOOD FOB LUNCH
PREPARATION OF CHICKEN THAT
WILL BE APPRECIATED.
Nothing Better for Small Family, if
It Is Not Too Expensive—Royal
Scallop Another Dish That Is
First Class.
One medium-size chicken (cut up),
one tablespoonful lard, one-lialf table
spoonful of butter. Put the lard into
a baking pan, set on top of stove until
melted; add butter, and melt, but do
not brown. Itoll each piece of chicken
in flour, put it into the pan with ilia
hot lard and butter, cover with water
and cook in the oven for about an hour,
carefully turning the chicken over
when browned on one side. If the
gravy is not thick enough, a little flour
may be added. A little cream is also
an improvement. With this I serve
stuffed potatoes. Six potatoes, one
tablespoonful melted butted, hot milk
to inoistpn, salt and pepper. Select
large potatoes, bake until soft, cut in
halves lengthwise. Remove the inside
without breaking the skin, mash it
well, season with salt, pepper and
melted butter, add hot milk uud beat
until light. Heap this mixture into
; the skins, brush tops with melted but
ter and brown in tho oven. Perhaps
you do not want such an expensive
one.
Here is another; hut it is hard to get
the whole tomatoes this time of year.
I have used canned. Select ripe toma
toes of uniform size. Remove tho core
and part of the inside, and into each
drop a raw egg, with a little salt and
pepper. Cover the opening with bread
crumbs and hake until the tomatoes
are done.
Royal Scallop—Three hard boiled
eggs, one cupful salmon, two cupfuls
crumbs, two cupfuls white sauce. Mash
the eggs fine with a fork, butter a bak
ing dish and arrange In layers, crumbs,
fish, eggs and sauce, salt, pepper and
butter (two and one-half tablcspoon
fuls to the whole mixture). Repeat un
til all the food material is used, fin-
Lshing with a layer of crumbs on top.
Bake until brown. Hope you will try
one of these. I have some salads I
use for luncheon that are very nice.—
Boston Globe.
Chafing Dish Recipes.
Cheese Fondu. —Two cupfuls grated
cheese, one tablespoonful butter, cup
ful of milk, one cupful bread crumbs,
two eggs, a little cayenne. Put the
butter into the chafing dish; when
melted add the milk, crumbs, cheese
and cayenne; stir constantly. Add
just before serving the eggs beaten
light.
Creamed Lobster.—One taWespoon
fnl butter, one tablespoonfUl flour, one
cupful of milk, one small cup
ful cream, two pounds lobster, tea
spoonfnl of salt, cayenne pepper. Melt
the butter in the chafing dish and
then stir In the flour gradually, add
the milk and cream; when all is
smooth add the lobster cut into small
pieces, then add the salt find cay
enne. Stir until very hot:, add the
lemon juice and serve at oned on
toast.
Leftovers.
This is the way I use up eold roast
meat or bits of steak: Cut up in small
pieces, put on in kettle with cold wa
ter anti an onion. Cook until tender,
then thicken quite thick with flour.
Season to taste, put in small round*
pan, but quite deep, let got cold, then,
about an hour before supper, boi!
enough potatoes to cover quite thick.
Mash them with milk and bntter. Cov
er meat and bake until meat is thor
oughly heated, usually a half hour. If
any is left I warm up for breakfast by
mixing In the spider, but there is sel
dom any left. I Like this way better
than grinding meat fine and then cover
ing with potatoes and gravy, and just
a small amount of meat will amply do
for two.
Pineapple Custard Pie.
Won’t someone please try my pine
apple custard pie? It is delicious. I
used the pineapple that I canned.
Shred thoroughly ripe pineapples unlil
yon have two cupfuls; add one cup
ful granulated sugar and the yolks of
four eggs, well beateu. Stir in a pint
of milk wliich has been scalded—not
boiled—and which lina been allowed to
cool; then add the whites of eggs
beaten stiff and stir all thoroughly.
Put the pastry on tin plates arid bake
until the crusts are rich and brown.—
Boston Globe.
• A Tempting Club Side Dish.
Take the skin, juice and seeds from
nice, fresh tomatoes, chop what re
mains with celery and add this dress
ing: Yolks of two hard-boiled eggs
rubbed fine and smooth, one teaspoon
ful of English mustard, one of salt,
the yolks of two raw eggs beaten into
(he oilier, dessertspoonful of fine
sugar. Add very fresh sweet oil, pour
in by very small quantities and beat
■until quite thick, then add vinegar
till as thin as desired. If not hot
enough with mustard add a little cay
enne pepper.
Chestnut Balls.
Mix one cupful of hot boiled and
mashed chestnuts with the beaten
yolks of two eggs, one-half saltspoon
ful of salt, one tablespoouful of sugar,
two tablespoonfuls of heavy cream,
one teaspoonful of vanitla; cool, fold
in tffe stiffly beaten whites, shape in
small balls, roll in crumbs, dip in beat
en eggs, roil again in crumbs, let
stand one or more hours and fry in
deep fat.
WHAT IS
LAX-FOS
LAX-FOS is an improved Cascara
A DIGESTIVE LAXATIVE-Pleasant to take
In LAX-FOS tha Cascara is improved by
addition of certain harmless chemicals
which increase the efficiency of the Cas
cara, making it better than ordinary Cas
cara. LAX-FOS aids digestion; pleasant
to take; does not gripe or disturb stomach.
Adapted to children and adults. Just try a
bottle for constipation or indigestion. 50c.
Fortunate is the woman whose bus
band W'us smart as site thinks lie is.
ppnii 1 atEyelids, Sties, Inflamed EyeM
relieved over night by Human Eye
One trial proves Us merit. Adv.
Appropriate Warning.
“That man is as deep ns a well.”
‘•Well, don’t go to boring him."—Bal
timore American.
WOMAN'S CROWNING GLORY
is her hair. If yours is streaked with
ugly, grizzly, gray hairs, use “Lit Cre
ole” Hair Dressing and change it in
the natural way. Brice SI.OO. —Adv.
Finding Fault.
Caller —How pleased you must be to
find that your new cook is a stayer.
Hostess—My dear, don't mention it!
Site’s a stayer ail right, hut unfortu
nately, site’s uni a cook. —Boston *f ran
segpl.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle cl
CASTORIA, that famous old remedy
for infants and children, and see that It
Signature of
In Use for Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
Unintentional Result.
“The speeclt you made in congress
created a great deal of discussion.”
I “Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum. “It
was one of those familiar examples of
au effort to take up a question to set
lie it once and for ail, and merely fur
nishing more material for an endless
controversy.”
IMITATION IS SINCEREST FLATTERY
but like counterfeit money the imita
tion has not the worth of the original.
Insist on “La Creole” Hair Dressing—
it’s the original. Darkens your hair in
the natural way, but contains no dye.
Price sl.oo.—Adv.
Intellectually Murdered.
Uandolpii Bourne, an editor of llie
New Republic, in an address recently
said American colleges are institutions
in which youths are “intellectually
murdered,” and the efficiency sys
tem upon which universities operated
has resulted “in a card-index sys
tem of education impersonal and
materialistic.” This indictment is
true as to the field, but there
many institutions iliat are not
those that consult the spirit more
than the intellect, and that construct
purpose and aspiration rather than
devote themselves to learning and
knowledge. The fact is that the end
of education will never he reached or
mankind be substantially
until the spiritual dominates the in
tellectual in tile training of the youth,
it is hard for scholars to understand
that the intellectual is materialistic,
but it is.—Ohio Srtite Journal.
The Older the Better.
The elderly millionaire was “fessin
up” to one of his friends at the club.
“Would you consider it any harm to
deceive her about my age?”
“Perhaps not.”
“I’m f sixt.v-two. How would it do to
confess to fifty-two?”
“I think your chances with Gladys
would be better if you claimed seven
ty-five.” ' ,
Remedy for H. C. L.
The price of living might not be so
high if more people merely ate what
they need instead of all they can. —
Cleveland Leader .
You Can Snap
Your Fingers
at the ill effects
of caffeine when
you change from
coffee to
POSTUM
“There’s a Reason’