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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Hear, 0 Lord, when I cry with my
voice: have mercy also upon me and an
swer me. Hide not Thy face far from
me; put'not Thy servant away in anger;
Thou hast been my help; leave me not,
neither forsake me, O God of my salva
tion. When my father and my mother for
sake me, then- the Lord will take me up.
Teach me Thy way, O and lead me
in a plain path because of mine enemies.
Deliver me not over unto the will of mine
enemies; for false witnesses are risen up
against me, and such as breathe out cruel
ty. I had fainted unless I had believed to
see the goodness of the Lord in the land
of- the living. Wait upon the Lord: be of
good courage, and he shall strengthen thy
heart. Wait, I say, on the Lord.—The
Psalms 27:7, 9-14.
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How Forest Conservation Pays
DOES forest conservation pay? Some
1 years ago when the state of North Car
olina was considering whether or not it
would assent to the acquisition of certain (
mountain lands by the federal government as
part of the national forest reserve, there were
objectors who argued that the counties in
which the tracts were located could not af
ford the resultant loss of. tax money. To
their way of thinking, the preservation of
timber resources, the protection of' the
watersheds of navigable streams, the pre
vention of soil erosion and of floods, and
the consequent gains to agriculture, industry
and trade were as nothing to the withdrawal
of the lands from tax assessment after they
should pass under federal control. Those
so contending are now thankful, no doubt,
that their opinion did not prevail, for none
of their misgiving has been confirmed, while
the commonwealth profited many fold.
The counties primarily concerned will re
ceive, this year, as revenue from the lands,
at least as much and probably a great deal
more than the taxes from them would have
totalled. Our authority is the Norh Caro
lina Geological and Economic Survey, which
has given the matter a careful investigation
and review. The forest lands were pur
chased by the Government, it appears, at
an. average of approximately five dollars an
acre for the sum of $1,907,450. As a large
proportion of the acreage was not only
mountainous but also cut over, this price
was deemed liberal—at least double, says
the Survey, what the tax assessment would
have been. "Yet under the terms of the
Forest Act the State receives annually, for
the use of the counties, one-fourth of the
gross receipts from the administration (of
these forest reserves) which for .the fiscal
year ended July 1, 1923, is reported at
$8,410. Assuming that the lands might
.have been valued for taxation at the amount
paid for them by the Government, they are
returning to the counties, in which they
ar« situated a sum equivalent to a taxation
rate of forty-four cents per hundred dollars;
while based on the amount at which they
liktely would have been assessed, the return
is equivalent to that produced by a tax rate
of from eighty to ninety cents per hundred
dollars.” That is to say, forest conservation
is yielding the counties approximately twice
as much in direct monetary income as they
would have received had the lands been left
unprotected.
The larger part of the profit, however, is
yet to be told. The revenues already re-
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ferred to are merely incidental to the chief
interests involved in forest conservation,
being--derived from the sale of such timber
as can advantageously be cut, from rental
for grazing privileges, and from the issuance
of fishing and camping privileges to the
public. While these minor profits are ac
cruing, the forests continually increase in
value as well as in serviceableness to the
common weal. Timber multiplies so that
the annual sales thereof will become more
and more important. A few decades hence,
say authorities, lands thus conserved will
be far better revenue producers than the
most valuable of privately owned lands pay
ing taxes.
These are facts well worth the study of
those Georgians who heretofore have looked
askance at forestry legislation. The North
Carolina Survey truly declares that what
has resulted in the handling of the na
tional forest reserves illustrates the possi
bilities in State reservations. “Had these
lands been acquired by the State and the
purchase price secured by bonds at five
per cent, the incidental return from their
management already would have amounted
i
to half the interest, charge and demonstrated
that in a decade it would begin to exceed
it. Long before expiration of the term for
which the bonds would have been issued,
the increasing sale of timber would have
taken care of the interest and upkeep
charges and left heavy contribution toward
a sinking fund, w r hile all the time the
principal of the forest itself would have
been increasing tremendojisly in value. At
the expiration of a fifty-year term of the
bonds, the lowest possible valuation of the
timber alone would have been $12,000,000
as against a total for purchase price, inter
est, and upkeep of $6,160,000, leaving a net
profit, plus the land, of $5,850,000. A
more reasonable estimate would make the
timber value $22,000,000 for a net profit
of $16,350,000 —and to these profits prob
ably would be added from the returns inci
dental to management and preservation the
entire cost charged against interest and
maintenance. Conservation df forests is a
principle which has been established by the
logic of unescapable figures.” ! '
The least that Georgia can 'afford in this
important and profitable sphere of public
welfare is protection of her forests against
useless waste and destruction by fire. Once
the people realize how materially their inter
ests are involved, they will demand the es
tablishment of forest reserves. Meanwhile,
however, immense areas of timberland are
being overswept by flames, with a resultant
loss of millions of dollars. Surely, the Leg
islature, seeing that Georgia has twice as
many forest fires as any other State of the
Union, will not fail at its next session to pro
vide adequate safeguards against so flagrant
an ill.
From Southern Ports
THERE is a world of significance in the
news that from seven ports of the
South Atlantic and Gulf States there
will be, in the course of October, as many
as five hundred and eighty-six sailings to
foreign lands —to continental Europe one
hundred and eighty-two, to Cuba ninety
three, to the United Kingdom seventy-five,
to the Far East sixty-two, to South America
thirty-nine, to Mexico thirty-six, to the West
Indies other than Cuba thirty-three, to
Central America, thirty-one to the Med-'
iterranean twenty-two, and to the Pacific
coast thirteen. These figures are for
ports served by the Southern Railway Sys
tem, namely, Norfolk, Charleston, Savannah,
Brunswick, Jacksonville, Mobile and New
Orleans.
It was in the midst of the World war,
when congestion at North Atlantic terminals
grew insufferable, that the ocean gateways
of the South began coming into their own.
The country as a whole then discovered
careful observers long had perceived,
that the ports of this region lent themselves
admirably to certain lines of foreign trade
which had been bound by artificial and arbi
trary means to over-crowded points in the
northeast. The Government broke some of
the fetters by bringing Southern ports more
largely into service' for shipments of supplies
and troops to our expeditionary bases in
Europe, and also by adjusting, through the
federal railroad administration, certain of
the grosser freight rate inequities which
Northeastern syndicates had contrived to
maintain. The way once open, exporters in
, the Middle "West saw plainly that for many
foreign destinations the shorter and cheaper
route for them lay through the South At
lantic and the Gulf. Moreover, trial con
firmed the advantages of ports that are ice
free the year around and are prepared for
prompt, efficient service.
Something of the fruitage of these dis
coveries appears in the figures quoted. Five
hundred and eighty-six sailings for a month
may seem small indeed a few years hence,
but compared with a few years past the rec
ord is rich in cheer. The development and
use of Southern ports in national and inter
national commerce has only begun, but it is
a beginning splendidly prophetic.
MUSINGS OF ABE MARTIN
If you want t’ disguise your hand jest use
a pust office pen. It hain’t no time since
Mrs. Ike Lark give her husband a silver
flask, an’ now he’s dead.
• (Copyright, 1923.)
FLOWING GOLD
BY REX BEACH
CHAPTER Nil
Four Against One
IF Gray-cherished any lingering doubts
as to the loyalty of Mallow, erstwhile
victim of his ruthlessness, or of McWade
and Stoner, the wildcat promoters, those
doubts vanished during the next day or
two. As a- matter of fact, the readiness,
nay, the enthusiasm with which -they fell in
with his schemes convinced him /hat he had
acted wisely in yielding to an impulse to
trust them.
At their first council of war Gray gave
each of them a number of definite things
to do or to have done, the while he sought
certain facts; when they assembled for a
second time it was to compare, to tabulate
and to consider an amount of information
concerning the activities of Henry ‘Nelson
that would have, greatly surprised that gen
tleman had he been present to hear it.
For some time longer the conspirators
busied themselves over the details of their
plans, and Gray was beginning to feel some
satisfaction at his rate of progress when
an interruption took the form of a call from
a group of highly excited and indignant
purchasers of stock in the Desert Scorpion
Company, that promotion’ in which Profes
sor Mallow had assisted oft the morning of
Gray’s arrival.
They had been solzl, victimized, flim
flammed, skinned; the' scorpion had stung
them and the poison was boiling in their
veins, i Briefly, the swindle was this: in
vestigation had shown that the land owned
by the Desert Scorpion was not where it
had been represented to be, but more than
a Virile distant therefrom. Chance alone
had brought forth the truth; the hour of
vengeance had struck.
Calvin Gray withdrew quietly from tha
hubbub and asked Mallow, “Can that, be
true?’’ .
. The eminent scientist shrugged; out of
the corner of his mouth he murmured:
“Why not? It all looks alike.’’
McWade and Stoner were not in the least
dismayed by this amazing intelligence; as
a matter o‘s fact, the former 'assumed an
air of even,greater geniality than usual and
nodded a careless agreement to every accu
sation hurled against him.
“Right you are, men! Absolutely right.
We 'were victimized, but we’re tickled to
death to rectify the error. Mighty fortunate
hiistake, as a matter of fact. Brick, out
with the old check book and give these
birds back , their money.’’ With alacrity
Mr. Stoner cleared off his desk and seated
himself, pen in hand. “Step up and get a
dollar a share—just what you paid. Fair
enough, I calls it. The banks are open and
the checks are good.’’
Immediately the repurchase of stock be
gan, but anger and suspicion still smolder
ed; there were dissatisfied mutterings. One
investor, a field man in greasy overalls,
spoke out:
“We’ll get ours, all right. Don’t worry.
But how about the other suckers? There’s
fifty thousand shares out. What are you
going to do about that?”
“We’ll pay a dollar and a half a share
for all you can get tomorrow.”
There was a stir- among the indignant
speculators; the man for whom Sooner was
writing a check inquired: “What’s'the idea?
Why not a dollar and a half now?”
Stoner and McWade exchanged a meaning
glance—-it was not lost upon their attentive
audience—but the .latter shrugged and
smiled provocatively. “That’s our business,”
he declared, lightly. “You'ghost dancers
want your money back and we're giving it to
you. You're letting up a holler tha>t you
were robbed, so come and get it. The faster
you come the better it’ll suit us. Scorpion
stock will dose at a dollar and a half or
better tomorrow night.”
“Bluff!” somebody growled.
Stoner finished bis signature with a flour
ish, blotted it, then lie hesitated. He flung
down his pen and turned defiantly upon his
partner, crying:
“This ain't fair to these men, Mac. They’re
customers of ours and we owe ’em the
chance to make a. killing. It’s up to us to
tell ’em the truth.”
McWade was angry. His indignation
flamed. Vigorously he denied the charge of
unfairness. A spirited argument ensued.
Meanwhile it became evident that the
alarming rumor about Desert Scorpion was
rapidly spreading, for other investors were
climbing the stairs now, and the office was
becoming crowded. The later arrivals were
in time to witness McWade finally defer
to his partner and to hear him announce
that a rare stroke of fortune had favored
purchasers of this particular issue of stock,
for the land which really belonged to the
company had turned out to be much better
than that which it owned. Certain informa
tion from the field had arrived that very day
which was bound to send the stock to two
dollars.
The refunding of money halted; there was
a deal of noisy argument. Some of the
disgruntled investors still insisted upon sell
ing out; others decided to hold on; even a
few asked to repurchase the stock they had
turned in, and they were reluctantly per
mitted to do so at an advance of 50 per cent.
When the last callqr* had .disappeared,
Gray inquifed, curiously: “How are you go
ing to make good on your assertion that the
stock will rise?”
“Easy,” said Stoner. “I’ll change into
my old clothes, put four mud chains on
car, and drive up to the exchange in
a, hurry, then give some gabby guy a tip
to grab Desert Scorpion for ,me at a dollar
and a half—all he can get. After that i’ll
shoot out of town on high, with the cut-out
open. There will be a string of cars after
me inside of hqlf an hour, and the stock
will be up before I can get back.”
Continued Tuesday. Renew your subscrip
tion now so as not to miss a chanter of this
splendid story. *
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin S. Cobb
Years ago in one of the smaller cities along
the eastern seaboard, the local leader of the
dominant political party was one Mr. Michael
Dempsey. Mr. Dempsfey carried the organiza
tion in the hollow, as the saying goes, of his
hand. 7 rue, there was a selfish motive behind
his activities because he held the most lucrative
local office within the gift of the populace.
As might be inferred from his name, he
was of Celtic antecedents. Naturally, what
with his powers of leadership and his com
pelling personality,, he was the idol of all the
Irishmen among his constituents. Those
among them who had come, as he had a penni
less greenhorn from the Old Country, re
garded him a!s the greatest man in the state
if not in the nation..
In the fullness of time, and largely through
his patriotic efforts, a* bond issue was voted
for the erection of a new county building.
On the day after the cornerstone of the new
structure had been laid, two of his followers
chanced to pass the spot. Upon the face of
the stone, in the* customary Latin numerals,
the year had been engraved, as follows -
MDCCCXCIX.
One of the passers-by stared at this curious
inscription. He spelled out the letters. To
him they had no meaning.
“Larry,” he said wonderingly to his com
panion, “what’s the purpose of that?”
“Simple enough,” said his learned friend;
“that MD stands for Mike Dempsey, and
. thiTn three C's in a row means Clerk of the
THE COUN
BY MRS. W.
THE TAX RECEIVERS’ CARAVANSERIE
THE governor of Georgia has accompa
nied a group of excellent gent(emen all
over the Empire State of the South,
and they have-sent runners ahead to notify
the common people that mighty men of valor
are near at hand, to inform the citizens of
Georgia that they (the citizens)- can bask
for several hours in the sunlight of their be
nign countenances, and also that they will
make a report to the general assembly at
the called November session, which will
make it so plain “that he who runs may
read” —as to how these hewers of wood and
drawers of water can pour out more tax
money to run the state government
In the dim distance of my modest, humble
home I have heard just one of these great
men deliver a sane and sensible word, to
my notion. It was te the following effect:
“The state is loaded down to the gunwales
with over-salaried officials. Nothing will
help until there is a real determination to
cut down salaries and drop off deadheads In
official circles.”
A prominent man in Georgia writes me
thusly: “I note what you say about the fu
tility of certain investigations, and I under
stand it is not whether—is a liar, a thief
or a perjurer; the real question at Issue is
the bad system, not the individual. Is the de- i
partment filled, up with unnecessary em
ployes? How much money of the taxpayers
is absolutely wasted there? How much
could be saved by the needed economy and
retrenchment in tha-t one place?”
As the governor cannot appeal directly tp
the legislature (and why not, I would like to
know) on tax revision, but must secure a
“preachment” from his peregrinating convoy
of wise men, I would like at -this time to rise
up from a rear bench in their place of con
fabulations to say, “We had a rare good tax
law enacted in 1877, where plain directions
were given to tax receivers to carry doubtful
tax returns to the grand jury, and made
it the grand jury’s duty to pass on them to
a finish, if perjury had been committed.”
No maker how many revisers or doctors
of science, law and literature cogitate and
declaim on this subject, you will never im
prove on the ad valorem law when tax re
ceivers and grand juries face the music and
do then* duty. »
I can remember the first noted case of
“appendix removing” in the state of Geor
gia. It was performed in Atlanta and the
patient was a governor. If the present gov
ernor will come out in the open and say to
the legislature, remove that tax- assessor ap
pendix from the honest ad valorem law of
1877, he will be heralded as a brave man
who knew how to save the life of a good
patient. It is the tax assessor feature which
makes the trouble. Operate with courage
and the thing will cease to afflict (he bodv
politic.
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FARM LAND IN BARTOW COUNTY
For years we have been more heavily taxed
than some counties adjoining. We were met
by the oft-spoken statemet: Bartow county
has the best and high-priced lands bring
heavier taxation. For one. I have done my
little Utmost to have the tax authorities ex
amine into land values—without doing any
thing more as they do than copy high taxes
from last year's digest and let it go at that.
It has so happened that a big estate in land
had to be settled and divided without a will, I
and after several years of ups and downs the i
decision was made to auction off to the high- '
est bidder. On October sale day—the sale |
was made. A splendid auctioneer came from ;
Atlanta to “cry” off the various farms—in '
good order.
CRYPTOMERIA
By Dr. Frank Crane
CRYPTOMERIA is the name given to the
tallest, largest and most majestic trees
in Japan.
The cryptomeria is a kind of jfine tree, or
rather hemlock, at least it belongs to. that
family.
I found it in it s most beautiful display at
Nikko.
Nikko is a place about five hours by train
north of Tokip.
Here are the tombs of the great lords of
former time and many temples are grouped
around them.
These temples, blazing in their richness of
barbaric coloring, gold and silver, red lac
quered panels and floors, carven walls and
gates covered with every form of naturj and
of dreams, ducks and cranes, birds of Tara-I
dise, lions, elephants, twisting dragons, fan- '
tastic demons, all wrought with infinite la-;
bor, Conceived by genius, and softened and
mellowed by centuries of time —these tem
ples owe fully as much of their beauty to
their natural surroundings as to their work
manship.
Back and above them rises the green
mountain, and nothing ever lifted the soul
of man as does the mountain.
It is Nature’s Altar.
It is the Earth trying to reach Heaven.
It Is the Finite yearning toward the
Infinite.
It becomes, therefore, the most appro
priate symbol of Mankind endeavoring .to
say “God.” j
And all around the gleaming temples and
mausolea, ranging up the mountainside and
stretching away to the valley, stand these
sentinel trees.
There is a sheer majesty in their upward
sweep, straight as an arrow.
There is a shattering sense, of power in
them, for their trunks are massive, many of
them twenty feet or more in circumference.
There is an overpowering dignity in their
soldierly pose.
They overawe and impress one as does an
army of soldiers, for they stand in thick
ranks, and it is as if nature here were parad- I
ing her crack regiment, her King’s Own, the
very tallest and fittest of her troops.
Surely the noblest, most appropriate spot
on earth for noble men and women to be
buried.
Not that those buried here were really ;
great, for it i s to be feared they were far !
from it; but then the gesture of men’s honor
has always been finer than .the object ol
their honor.
The fineness of loyalty is subjective.
(Copyright, 1923)
POINTED PARAGRAPHS
How foblish a man feels when he hears
of a baby being named after him.
Many a man pulls down'his character in
an effort to build up his reputation.
. If you have money to burn save it until |
next winter and turn, it over to the coal ;
dealer.
Many of our antiquated pleasures are any
thing but pleasures after we get them.
County Court. ’Tis merely a deserved tribute
to Mike that’s been carved here.”
“Yis,” said jhe first speaker, thoroughly
convinced, “but whut does the rest of thim
marks stand for?”
“Oh, thim?” said l the scholar, “That's just
to keep track of the times whin he’s licked
the damn Republicans.”
(Copyright, 1923.)
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1923.
TRY HOME
H. FELTON >
There were nearly three thousand acres.
A good deal was known to be rich in minerals
—but the most attractive farms, were known
to be fine for corn and cotton—well watered
—good red land.
There are a good many rich men in the
limits of the county, and there was a pretty 1
full' attendance on sale day. I expected .a
rush and big figures. - 1 -went along to see—
not to buy—because my own farm lands are
more of a liability than an asset, with scarcity
of labor, boll weevil and other well-known
hindrances since World war time.
When the boom, was on some years ago
not a single acre would have fulled to bring
a desirable price. These farms did not ex
ceed four hundred and fifty acres each and
some had but little over seventy acres. Any
body xVanting a country home, or a big farm
or a little one could be gratified—in size and
quality.
The Lonisville and Nashville railroad went
along in easy reaching distance for all; some
of the best highway roads were in evidence.
Some had small clearings and much timber,
some had little timber and had been partly
cleared when the Cherokee Indians inhabi
ted the soil ninety years ago. The auctioneer
did his full duty. When the sale closed those
high-taxed lands did not average over fifteen
dollars per acre! a
Some of us were bewildered because the
land sold so lovF—and we all understood they
had been taxed too high. What’s the matter?
I am still bewildered—but a gleam of day
light is coming through the fog. Here’s the
final conclusion. People are not crazy about
farming any more. The labor is scarce and
not interested in owning land for themselves.
Those who desire to educate their children
must either move to town or send their big
children to distant schools. Day wages in
towns and in mines are so much more at
tractive than “waiting for the stuff to grow”
that the laborer prefers to rent a house or a
shack somewhere and get their pay on Sat
urday nights and take no risk on a growing
crop.
If this property could have waited for
single buyers, doubtless the price would have
repaid the heirs in good money. But they
were in a hurry. They preferred not to wait.
I now have clearer vision as to what forced
sales can do to a big estate —when the heirs
are in haste to see what the money looks like
—and are not bound to the land by any ties
of tender sympathy or.family tradition worth
a mention.
There is solid values dormant in those lots
of land. With skilled labor and progressive
energy they will repay their new .owners—
but the fault lies in the unwillingness of well
to-do people to live in the country and the
apathy among those who have no other choice
for their life work and their lack of energy.
People do not plant orchards as they used
to do. They do not spend money on drains
and ditches. There is no especial community
interest in such rural sections. Every year
the soil is half-worked and only for what they
can make pay in ready cash. I knew the de
ceased owner of this latge landed estate. He
took great pride in his farms until age en
feebled him. He made it hi§ real life work
to gain what everybody .decided was the road
Lto solid prosperity—good land and well
; worked.
I But he died and left no will. The
i auctioneer had to beg for bids—and with the
; tax gatherers leaping along after the bulk
of this year's profits we may well say with
J the Prophet: “yanity. All Is vanity.”
WIDEN YOUR INTERESTS
By H. Addington Bruce
FAR too many people seem to be unaware
that to think about a variety of things
is one of the essentials to a really satis
fying life.
Multitudes, in fact, are in a plight much
like that of a traveling man whom a friend
of mine encountered during a railway jour
ney from New York to Chicago. As my
friend tells the story;
"I had gone to the smoking compartment
to enjoy a cigar. There was only one other
person in the compartment, a middle-aged
man, and not unnaturally I fell Into conver
sation with him.
"He was willing enough to talk, yet sin
gularly‘unresponsive. No matter what sub
ject I broached he answered in monosyllables.
He did not seem to have any ideas or to have
formed any opinion about anything. Finally
I gave up in despair, and lapsed into an un
comfortable silence.
"Then it was that he turned his gaze upon
me, with a look of patho s of which I can not
describe, and offered the suggestion, 'Try
me with leather.’ ”
The incident is exceptional only in the
frankness wth which this salesman for a
leather firm acknowledged his intellectupl
limitations. Most people whose thinking is
virtually confined to the business in which
they are engaged, are unwilling to advertise
to others the narrowness of their interests.
Many, for that matter, do not themselves
clearly appreciate how little thinking they do
apart from business matters.
What they do clearly appreciate, though,
is their desperate need for diversions and
amusements when away from business. Be
cause of this need -they willingly help to swell
the revenues of theater owners, moving pic
ture corporations, the proprietors of base
ball companies, the publishers of light novels
and all-story magazines, and the makers of
playing cards.
r Nevertheless, ..nd this is the point I would
stress, for all their zeal in amusement-seek
ing, they are oppressed with chronic feelings
pf boredom and fatigue. They perhaps at
tribute this to overdevotion to their work,
but actually it is the result of under-thinking.
If they, typical tired-business men, would
but exercise their minds more vigorously, if
they would cultivate such thought-stimulat
ing interests as are provided by literature,
art, music, political and social problems, sci
ence, philosophy, aiid religion, they would
soon cease to be tired business men. For
they, would now be using their minds as
Nature intended them to be used, and this
response to an instinctive- craving of their
being would free them from the boredom and
fatigue of which they sometimes bitterly
complain.
Beside.s which, the enlarging of their in
terest-range and their thinking, would also
have the effect of helping them to be more
efficient business doers. The mind, it should
always be remembered, is invigorated by
exercise just as the body is. And, aside from
this, the mere b nishing of feelings of bore
dom and fatigue means increased ability to
do the daily tasks energetically and well.
So if you who read these lines know in
your heart that your business is the sole, or
virtually the sole, object of your thinking,
begin forthwith to accustom yourself to
think about many other things in your hours
of freedom from business. Don’t continue
to let leisure be a signal for mental stagna
tion. That is among the most serious of all
mistakes you could make.
(Copyright, 1923)
HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
What has gone before. — Althea Oros- .
by, dying, leaves her home and $50,-
000 in bonds to her orphaned niece
and namesake, whom she has .never
seen. Her lawyer finds the young
woman working in a department store
in New York and leaves with her a
copy of the will which discloses that the
$50,000 bequest will not become hers
until the day she marries and that she
must wed before she is thirfy-five.— t
Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER IV
ALTHEA'S salary was twenty dollars a
week, and two weeks’ vacation with
out pay was hers aiso. She had been
in the store since she was a little over sev
enteen. Almost as soon as she had finished
high school her mother had passed gway,
leaving her little save the memory of that
mother’s struggles to keep her in school;
and the wealth of love she had showered
on her fatherless girl.
But Althea was of a brave, courageous
nature and when the first agony of her /grief
had passed, she had found a situation,
determined to make good and so be inde
pendent.
She had a roommate, Molly Butler, her
opposite in every way—a gay, inconseqential
sort of a girl, who took everything, includ
ing life, ag a sort of a joke and laughed over
things that from another would have drawn
tears.
Althea scolded her, petted her, alternately.
*But she was very fond of the gay little
creature who worked in the notion depart
ment- and so invited her to spend her vaca
tion with her in her new home.
buy everything we can think of to
eat and have one grand feed,” Molly said,
her eyes shining with delight. “It’s dear of
you to ask me, Althea, eyen if I can’t have
any new dress to go with. The fare is all
I caif manage.”
“If Aunt Althea hadn’t left strings tied on
the money we'd have lots of things, but I
can’t touch a penny of it for ever and ever '
so many years,” Althea told her. She felt
she must make some explanation.
“I suppose she thought you was too young
to have it,” Molly answered, “but I think
it's a shabby trick! We’re only young once,
and that’s when we want money and a good
time. When you’re old* you cap go to the
old ladies’ home. But I haven’t heard of
anyone starting a young ladies’ home. It's
get out and hustle for us unless we've got
rich people. You're almost rich, aren't you,
Althea?”
It was a close, hot morning when the girls
took the train for Holden, the town where
Althea Crosby had spent her life, and that
this other Althea Crosby was to see for the
first time. They had to change cars at Bos
ton, and it was >dusk when they arrifed at
the litle station and’ inquired the way to the
“Crosby place.”
“Just a five-minute walk, Miss,” the sta
tion agent told Althea. “Miss Crosby’s niece,
I take it. Welcome to opr town, Miss.” He
touched his hat, then gave them more ex
plicit directions for reaching the house.
Althea had -written the lawyer when she
would arrive, and now he came hurrying
down the street to escort her to her home.
He unlocked the door, turned on the lights,
then hurried away, leaving the two girls
alone to investigate Althea’s possessions.
“Why, it’s lovely!” Mollie gasped. “Such
darling furniture! I’ll bet it’s a thousand *
years old—and worth millions!”
“It IS lovely,” Althea replied, “and to
think it is all mine, my very own! Come
on, let’s go all over the house! I can’t wait
a minute.”
Everything had been left in perfect order.
And every room only increased the first im
pression given by the living room. There was
the diningroom furnished in wonderful ma
hogany, old, and rich with the luster only
time and care can give. Then the quaint
its ruffled window curtains, and
quainter cooking utensils, iron pots and skil
lets. copper ones hung on the wall over the
stove and its oddly shaped chairs. The serv
ants’ room opening from it also held treas
ures —a fdur-poster bed, a bureau with a
tiny narrow mirror, chairs of another genera
ation. *
On the second floor were three bedrooms,
two good-sized,* one small. The two large
ones held the same rare old furniture. The
small one had been used as sort of a storage
room and was full of trunks and- odds and
ends, quaint sewing tables, work baskets, etc.
The lawyer had told them, in reply tea
question, that Miss Crosby had died in the
larger of the two rooms—that it had been
her own bedroom. The girls chose to occupy
the other one and brought up their bags.
“Now for something to eat and then let’s
go to bed,” Althea said. “I feel as if I were
in an old-fashioned fairy land. We haven't
really seen, anything tonight. Tomorrow we
will go over the house slowly and see every
thing.”
They made a hot cup of tea and found
jams and jellies in the cupboard, also boxes
of crackers and sardines. While they ate
they chatted of the wonders of the house that
even to their citybred eyes had proved so
fascinating.
“Why, even if you don't get the money for
a long time, you’d be rich if you sold tne
and all these wonderful things,” Molly
said. , *
“I don’t believe I’ll sell a single thing!”
Althea declared. \ . y
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Q. Why Is a goat always associated with
lodgb initiations? V. M. M.
A. The association of the goat with lodge
initiations is a result of superstitions origi
nating largely in the middle ages. There
was, in 1770, a society on the continent
known as “The Goats.” They used a goat
in connection with their initiations, and
wore imitation goat faces. As their meet
ings were' veiled in secrecy the ignorant
populace believed them to be In league with
the devil. Since Masonic initiations are also
held secretly many persons at the time be
lieved that satanic rites were practiced.
Thus the goat came tb be finally associated
with lodge initiations.
Q. Will you publish a diet for a football
team? C. A.
A. The following diet was given for th#
use of football teams in training by one of
the athletic instructors of a local college:
In the morning—plenty of fruit, cereal,
eggs »nd toast. A dry lunch—constituting
cold meat with water or tea, but no soups.
Very little coffee should he taken. A hearty
dinner can be enjoyed—but pastries should
be avoided. , *
Q. Why does David Belasco affect clerical
attire? A. K. D.
A. He was educated in a monastery,
which is said to account for his predilec
tion for such garments. x