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Are Children a
Duty?
A Romance of Great Wealth and the Game
of Finance as Played by Money Kings
THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS
A Novclizalion o) the Successful Play of the
Same Name Nou) Running in New York
By Virginia T. Van De Water.
What Has Gone Before.
Having backed heavily the peace of
Europe Nathan Rothschild la discon
certed to find that Napoleon has
burst forth again, and all the bank
er's outpouring of gold for national
development In England will be en
dangered The banker hastens to
Waterloo. There are the English,
who have guaranteed to him that the
peace of Europe shall be maintained
From a height above the field of bat
tle Rothschild sees the whole of It.
Rothschild sees that the wealth of
the world lies In l»ndon, his for the
taking If he can be firsl on the
ground with the news of the battle.
He hurries to London, and next
morning appeared on the Exchange.
That night he went to bed $10,000
000 richer.
Seven years later a great banker
left Vienna, another Naples, another
Paris and another London, and trav
eled to a little old house In Jews’
Iaine. in Erankfort-am-Maln. It
was a gathering of the house of
Rothschild. Perhaps some king was
very hard pressed for money.
Now Go on With the Story.
n.
S INCE parents do not have sons
and daughters because they feel
that In doing so they are fulfill
ing a duty to their children. Is it not
somewhat ridiculous for fathers and
mothers to keep up the fiction that
children should be grateful to them
for the gift of birth?
There are many things for which
one should feel tremendous gratitude
to parents—for all that they have
done for one over and above one’s
food, lodging, clothing and education.
The number of these works of super
erogation is In many cases so great
that no spoken thanks could ever ex
press what one feels, or should feel,
and years of loving service on the
grown child’s part would not cancel
the debt. But If one asks If that
child owes thanks to hls forbears be
cause, to quote the old hymn, they—
“Rescued him from nothingness
And placed him on life’s happy shore.’’
The answer may be emphatically In
the negative.
Destined to Be Mothers.
To look beyond graceful phrases
and century-old expressions to the
veal reason for our desiring children,
we can bring the matter down in the
last analvsls to selfishness, pure and
simple. The man gloried In his man
hood and wants a child to keep tip
hls family. A father loves hls daugh
ters tenderly and they help make the
home sweet to him; he thrills with
pride In a son to bear hls nam* and
carry it down to future generations.
He is proud, of that name and of all
that It stands for. and he likes to
think of It as continuing indefinitely.
th , at l" n K after he In deart he will j jon’t know how'itT.-my'wif e“s bread
lhe In grandson* and groat-grand- ] „ not „ gor)d as thls ...
S0 " R - , , . . .... | Jacob laughed. "Do you mean to
The womans longing for a child | uncle, that at your age you can
ha* been the subject of atory and stl fi flnd pleasure In food?"
verse for many centuries, but the Hlg unc ,«. turned to f ace htme fully
plain truth Is that women want chil- ~ *
dren because It will make them hAp-
py to have them. They were destined
to be mothers, and their whole nature
craves that for which they were cre
ated. The mother instinct is. with
the average woman, the strongest she
knows.
Even In dumb animals we see how
love for their young Is Instinctive be-
By KATHRYN KEY.
Copyright, 1913. by the New York Even
ing Journal Publishing Company.
His mother smiled. “Now. you are
boasting of your grand acquaintances
to make us feel humble.
“That's all very well.” said Jacob
seriously, “but Uncle Amschel i*
right, grandtnother. Paris, at least,
has taught me this—that every hand
shake with a prince means money.’’
“That's true—you understand,”
nodded Uncle Amschel, so energetic
ally that he nearly choked and
spilled hls coffee. "You’re your un
cle’s nephew, my boy,’’ He paused
and gazed lovingly at the last mouth
ful of roll he held In hls hand
and bent upon him a look of the
deepen! solemnity.
“My dear nephew,” he said, “when
you are my age you will know that
It Is the one pleasure. You may have
other Interest—but not pleasures.’’
Prom this he worked up to a lec
ture on the Joy of eating and the ex
cellence of hls grandmother’s table,
which his mother heard with smiling j
tore the mother has seen the living | p r j ( ] e anf ] the nephew with open
creature that Is soon to need her care
nnd protection. The bird will wait
through long days and nights, In
storm and sunshine, sitting upon her
eggs, refusing to be tempted by hun
ger or thirst to remain away a mo
ment longer than is entirely safe to
the budding life within the shell.
All animals show the satisfaction
and pride in their young thrt to a
greater degree, is evinced by the hu
man mother. It Is but a port of the
great and beautiful plan of Nature to
perpetuate the race. To bring about
the perfection of this great scheme
there must he maternal devotion.
Add to this the yearning that most
women have for the possession of
something to love and to return love,
a creature that shall be all one’s own.
and dependent upon one, nnd the de
sire for children is intensified. When,
ns is frequently the case, even In this
materialistic age, a marriage Is one In
which the wife loves her husband de
votedly, the thought that her child
shall partake of hls nature and hear
his name makes her happy. More
over. If a woman takes her mother
hood seriously, reverently, as a gift of
God, she may exclaim with Eve. “I
have gotten a man from the Lord!”
But. to revert to our original state
ment, she did not have the child be
cause she thought he wanted to he
horn! Nor did she bring him into the
"orld because she thought It wns her
duty to do so. She followed instinct,
afTection. ambition. Each of these
feelings was a part of herself, nnd the
.satisfaction of them a form of pe~-
sonal joy.
Justice to Childhood.
amusement until it was cut short by
the return of Nathan.
The London banker was the direct
antithesis of hls .older brother. An
outside might have noted with Inter
est aa these five men gathered how,
though the four were brothers and the
fifth a nephew, nnd all Jews, yet each
had unconsciously moulded himself to
his environment -each had taken on
something of the character of the
people among whom he dwelt. Thus,
while Amschel had remained the pro
vincial German. Nathan was the Lon
don banker in every line of his face
and costume. His coat, with the
high rolling collar of the first quar
ter of the last century, fitted him
without crease or blemish. His man
ner was reserved, even cold at times,
among his own kin. His face was
pale, but not like Nathan’s—set and
lmmoble. He never raised hls voice,
and It seldom betrayed the slightest
emotion. Hls curly black hair wns
cut somewhat short.
Carl, on the other hand, was quite
the Neapolitan dandy. He dressed in
the latest mode of the South and
carried a quizzing glass, with which
he gesticulated constantly, and his
manner wai effervescent. Solomon,
possihlj' the ptrongest personality of
the five, was a burly, massive, heavy-
headed man, with mutton-chop whis
kers and a habit of domineering that
might have come from association
with tho “Royal and Imperial” throne.
No Reason Given.
Nathan kissed hls mother, shook
hands cordially with his nephew and
nodded to his brothers.
“Hnve any letters come for me.
“H’m!” he frowned and turned to
Jacob. "When were you instructed
to he In Frankfort?”
"On the seventeenth without fall
Do you know what It Is for?”
"No,” replied his uncle shortly
“And I suppose you do not, Amschel?”
Amschel made a gesture indicating
that as soon os hls mouth was free of
"1 wish." said a physician, as he .
walked through the slums and pushed i mother?” he inquired
aside the children crowding the pave- : “No—nothing.”
ments—“I wish that the advocates of
an increased birth rate could go down
this street once on a hurry call!”
There are a-plenty of babies born;
unfortunately they are not of the
light sort. I know that the argument
is that those who can give birth to
the right sort should do so. and to
that one wo may agree, with limita
tions. Could the birth rate of the
undesirable kind be decreased, there
would be less need for talk of the
advisability of more children being
horn to the better classes. I may he
wrong, but to my way of thinking it
1s better to have a few children and
havp b !f hSlf'down''o*r mo'Vand'din? | A MAN ' Tlfe lla<1 ,he chcery
the o' that to which they are entiled. / \ habit of calling him up by tele-
— phone from twenty to twenty-
Wire From the Cage. ! five times a day has petitioned the
Not every victim of over minute in- court to commit the lady to an insane
atruettons has the joyful opportunity of | aay,u " 1 , on . * h ® * r0 " nd ’ h( '’ " he ,s
such revenge as did the husband of ** t
“Jacob,’* she cried, “Little Jacob! How you startled me.”
the remnant of the third roll he would
reply. Nathan waited patiently.
"No,” said Amschel. “But Solomon
must have something really big on
hand.”
“It is reasonable to think so.” re*
turned Nathan, with faint irony, “or
he would not have summoned the
family In this way. But he Is a little
inclined to be masterful,” he added in
a tone that his mother caught up in
a flash.
“If he takes the lead,” she put in
sharply, “he always has shown the
way to success.”
“Oh. he i« an excellent business
man,” hastily agreed the Londoner
"However, it wns highly inconvenient
for me to leave London Just now. I
hnve business pending with the East
India Company. How are you pro
gressing in Paris, Jacob?”
"Slowly, uncle," replied the young
man, in a tone that did not Invite
discussion. His uncle’s arrogant Eng
lish manner jarred on his sensitive
Parisian nerves.
“Better so. nephew,” his uncle nod
ded, in a superior way that increased
the young man’s irritation. “What
you have to do is gain a firm footing
by unimpeachable reliability. Be con
tent with small transactions for years
—wait. Give the impression of being
Indifferent, but keep a keen eye on all
chances! And when the moment
comes, as It will, concentrate—con
centrate all your energies! Act with
determination—be hold!—we all sup
port you. Grasp your opportunity in
grand style—and then—”
“I understand, I think.” Interrupted
Jacob, with a touch of impatience.
Nathan understood and patted him on
the shoulder, smiling.
“You must forgive me for speaking
so to you,” he began with a modifi
cation of tone, “I am so much older
and—”
“You have had great experience—
and success,” broke In Jacob, resent
fully. "But you have forgotten one
thing necessary for my equipment.”
“What is that?” asked his uncle,
while even Amschel stopped chewing
to listen.
“Luck!”
Amschel grunted, the Frau shook her
head and Nathan laughed silently.
“My dear boy,” he said, “good luck
and bad luck are phrases for small
shopkeepers. When you have had
bad luck, remember you have mis
calculated. What terms are you on
with the Government?” he inquired,
with interest.
Jacob's irritation—always a matter
of a moment—vanished and he smiled.
“Well, the minister of finance calls
me hls ‘wonderful young friend.’ ”
“Ah!” remarked Amschel, suspi
ciously.
"He has been very polite to me from
the beginning,” continued the young
man.
Nathan’s lip curled slightly. “Min
isters of finance always show great
politeness to members of our family.”
"Lately he has been growing more
cordial every day,” added Jacob. “I
think I am beginning to scent a new
Government loan.”
Amschel wagged * fourth roll at
him impressively.
Went Out Together.
“You be careful.” he warned.
“Times are uncertain in France. Every
minute there may be a new King.”
“A loan—a French loan,” mus^d
Nathan. “I’m thinking it might be
possible to make it popular on
’Change. H’m! Well, that reminds
me—we must go on ’Change now.
Come on. Jacob.”
He started for the door and Jacob
rose, but did not follow at once.
“There is nothing to be done,” he
said. “I think it will stay here, un
cle.”
"Come—for a few minutes,” com
manded the older man. “It will be a
good thing to show ourselves—togeth
er! We should never miss an oppor
tunity of reminding people that we
hold together.
“Good-bye, mother—for a little
while.”
Amschel swallowed the last of the
rolls and rose hastily, taking Jacob’s
arm.
"A whole hour in Frankfort—and
not yet on ’Change!” he exclaimed.
“That won’t do—that won’t do!”
And the three bankers went out to
gether.
Frau Gudula summoned Rose when
they had gone and gave her particu
lar orders as to the favorite dish of
each of the five men, and how the
same was to be prepared. This took
a good deal of time and patient In
struction, and at the end of It the frau
felt ready for a nice nap before din
ner, when her only other servant, a
pert young maid, recently hired to aid
the aging Rose, announced that a
young lady at the door requested to
see Frau Gudula and declined to give
any name.
“We know what that means,” said
the old lady, sadly, and fumbled in
her bag. “Well, my sons will be
around me to-day—you can give her
this gold piece.”
The maid opened her eyes and drew
back.
“Please, madam,” she said, “she’s
not that sort! A big coach is waiting
for her at the corner. She looks like
a princess.”
“Well, show her In,” said the frau.
putting the coin back in her bag.
“Rose, put my scarf straight.”
Presently there entered to the old
lady a girl who, Indeed, looked like a
princess. She might have been 20
years old. Little wisps of gold
strayed out from under a big travel
ing hat that framed a sweet, delicate
ly carved girlish face and two great
dark blue eyes. Frau Gudula, hastily
estimating that only a woman of high
degree could wear such clothes with
such grace, rose to receive with gen
tle dignity that told of respect for
Phone Phobia A Popular Malady--Have You Got It? gy Dorothy DlX
A waiting world will hang breath-
certain^ masterful^ New England woman lessly on this judge’s decision, hoping
and praying that the law will tak»
cognizance of the sufferings of those
who are the victims of people with
the telephone mania and set a prece
dent whereby Individuals may be con
signed to padded cells who have been
shown to have an incurable case of
telephonitts.
For of all the woes and burdens of
modern life there is none equal to
the telephone. If there is a shatterer
of our peace, a destroyer of our pri
vacy, an enemy to our repose, it is
the telephone. If ever there was \
blessing turned Into a curse, It Is tho
telephone, and there are times when
even the most patient, and long suf
fering of us are tempted to call dow n
curses upon it and its inventor, and
to wish that Instead of telephone cat's
being reduced to 5 cents they would
be put up to 35 for the first minute,
a million dollars for the second, and
that there could be some sort of
Lot’s-wife attachment rigged to the
infernal machine that would strike
She had left the house In charge of
her husband, with careful Instructions
about ventilation, care of furniture, wa
tering plants, and so forth.
While passing through New York the
woman remembered with remorse that
she said nothing about her bird. So she
telegraphed husband, “Feed the bird.’’
Several days later, when the owner
of the bird reached her destination, in
laos Angeles, she found a telegram from
her husband:
“Bird fed Hungry again Wire In
st ructions,”
Styles in Hats.
“I can’t see the hats.’’ complained the
American lady in I»ndon
“Why not?” Inquired her husband.
“All the shop windows are boarded up
on account of the militant suffragettes.”
"Well. .»t’s pike alogg. We may find
a board with a knothole In It.”
MR. D. BERKO WITZ
Room Clark of Mia
Atlantic Beach Hotel
Formerly Continental Hotel
Is at the Piedmont Hotel for a few days and will be fried
to make Reservations or give full information about the
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the Individual dumb who conversed
over the wire for more than five
minutes.
Of course, on the face of it, the tel
ephone looks a marvelous conven
ience and a wonderful labor-saving
and tlme-Fftving device. How con
venient to be able to call up the man
with whom you are doing business,
find thrash the trade out by word of
mouth! How nice to be able to speak
to your loved ones, and hear their
dear voices It sounds perfectly love
ly, but that is Just part of the de
ceitfulness of the telephone.
A Time Waster.
In reality it Is the greatest time
waster on earth, for more hours aro
thrown away uselessly chatting over
the phone than any other way. It
Is a robber, and an Inciter of ex
travagance, for people order dozens
of purchases over the phone that
they wouldn't take the trouble to
dress and go downtown to buy. And
over and beyond anything else In the
way of iniquities, it Is the staff and
prop and stay of the long-winded
bore who is ten times as tiresome
over the phone as he or she Is face to
face.
But the worse offense of the tele-
J phone i9 that you are absolutely at
its mercy. There’s no way to defend
,! yourself against It. It used to be that
you could lock yourself In your room
for an undisturbed morning’s work,
or go to bed at night assured of a
night’s repose. Alas, no such lux
ury Is possible now.
You arc engaged In a piece of work
that requires every particle of con
centration of which you are capable.
Ting-a-ling-ling goes the telephone.
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With surging thoughts that make
your voice sound like a load of Ice
you answer It. It Is some casual ac
quaintance who ch erfully says that
he thought that he would Just call
you up and ask you how you felt
this perfectly charming morning. Tf
you said how you really felt the So
ciety for the Suppression of Profan
ity would get you, so you keep a
studied silence.
You go back to work and try to
collect vnur scattred Ideas, and
about the time you've got Into
trim. ting-a-llng-Hng goes the phone
again. This time It Is a fool friend
telling you some fool gossip, and sho
talks on and on until you think the
crack of doom will sound. Finally
you saw her oft and return to your
labors again; but not once, but a
dozen times or more, you are inter
rupted by the tlng-a-ltng-llng of the
phone that Is fatal to your labors.
At Night the Same.
And at night It's the same way.
Nobody gets a night of undisturbed
slumber any more. Sleep Is shivered
Into fragments by the telephone bell,
for none of us Is so fortunate as not
to possess one of those near-witty
friends who esteem it humorous to
call us up at 3 or 4 o'clock In the
morning to tell us a Joke or about
what a^good time he Is having. Un
doubtedly the great Increase In ner
vous prostration and the reason why
no great literature Is being written
nowadays Is because the human mind
reels under the ceaseless persecutions
of the telephone fiend.
The moral effect of the telephone Is
even more baleful than Its physical,
and It’s nothing short of shocking to
realize Its demoralizing Influence on
women. It robs them of reserve and
modeety, for they say things over the
telephone that they would never
dream of saying to a man In propria
persona. A girl, for Instance, who
couldn't bring herself to entreat a
man who was calling upon her to
come back, will call him up over the
phone and shamelessly demand that
he shall come to see her.
Also St Is the habit of girls to
call up young men during business
hours and hold long conversations
regardless of the fact that the youth
Is hired to work, and not to spoon
over the phone, and that every time
he Is dragged from hls desk or hls
customer to engage In such a talk-
fest he Jeopardizes hls Job.
Girls are not the only offenders,
however. Older women are also
guilty, and there is no other pest In
society more to be dreaded than the
aimless woman, with a comfortable
chair and a desk phone, who spends
three or four hours of every day
babbling Inanities over the wire to
her Innocent and unoffending friends.
These people are afflicted with
telephone madness.
They are crazy, bug house. They
have phones In their belfry, and It’s
time that science recognized this
terrible form of insanity and locked
up the unfortunates who are afflicted
with It. for that's the only way to
save the balance of us from going
stark, staring mad, too.
At present we have no protection,
and we can only envy the villain of
the "Pinafore" of whom It was said
"and no telephone connects with hls
dungeon cell.” Lucky, luckv man!
Called Him Pirate.
A Congressman, whose winning smile
and highly ornate neckties make him a
marked man, called a cab in New York
the other day to ride a short block and
a half, because It was raining. The man
charged a half dollar. The Congress
man thought that was too much.
“I’ll pay you,” said the Congressman,
handing him a coin, “but I think you’re
an Infernal pirate. You ought to be In
Jail.”
The cabman looke<L at the coin and
laughed.
“You’re all right!” he exclaimed, with
more cordiality than the Congressman
thought the occasion warranted.
It was an hour later before he dis
covered he had handed the man a $10
geld pteee Instead of a half dollar.
herself and a finer shade of respect
for her visitor. The habit of feudal
ism clings long after the substance
has been destroyed.
She Smiled.
The young lady smiled on her and
looked more ravishingly beautiful
than ever.
“It is very kind of a beautiful young
lady to call on an old woman In this
narrow lane,” she said with soft hu
mility.
A little gleam of mischief appeared
in the girl’s eyes.
“I have been here once before, but
when I was a little girl of three,” she
said in a rich, creamy voice.
The frau stared at her hard and
the girl looked smilingly into her face.
“I do not remember,” said the old
woman, gravely, at last.
"I remember you,” exclaimed the
girl, with a little tremor of emotion
in her voice. “I have never forgot
ten. You were sitting just where you
are now. And there, on that chair”
—she pointed to the one lately re
lieved of the weight of Amschel—
“sat my grandfather.”
“And who was he?” asked Frau
Gudula, still puzzled.
The girl laughed, but her eyes grew
misty.
“Old Maler Amschel!” she exclaimed
—and held out her arms.
The old woman took a step forward
and caught her breath. Then, almost
timidly, she opened her arms.
“Are you—are you my Solomon’s
little Charlotte?” she cried.
“Yes, Grannie, dear.” And the next
instant they were kissing and crying
in each other’s arms.
It w r as some time before Frau
Gudula reached a point of coherence
whore she could auk questions, which
was simple testimony of her emotion.
“How did you get here, child?” she
asked, when they had done embrac
ing for the time being and were com-1
fort ably seated.
“Father brought me with him.”
“Is he in Frankfort?"
"Yes. He has* gone on ’Change for
a while.” explained the girl with a
smile. Frau Gudula shook her head
gravely.
“He couldn’t wait to see his mother
first?” she said, soberly.
The girl hastened to explain that
her father had been out of touch with
the market ever since they had left
Vienna, and he could not rest until
he had gone to the Exchange.
Then the talk turned to other
things. It was arranged that she
should stay with her grandmother,
and her trunks were brought in from
the coach.
She did not know what her father’s
business was that had brought about
the family conference, but she was
sure It wns most important. Also he
had bought her a wonderful court
gown—she did not know why he had
bought her the court gown, but he
had taken care to see that she had
great quantities of new and fine
clothes for the journey. Would Gran
nie like to see them? Grannie would
love to later on, but she must see
that her little Charlotte’s room was
ready for hei Charlotte would
amuse herself until she returned.
“Pray Go On.”
Left to herself Charlotte strolled
aboqt the room, humming, and pat
ting her hair and pulling her dress
this way and that after the fashion
of women in all ages, and finally sat
at an old spinet in the corner by the
fireplace and began playing softly to
herself. It was a little air that she
loved—from “The Barber of Seville”—
and in her absorption she did not
hear a young man who came to the
door, stopped suddenly, and stood list
ening. At last he began to hum the
air and hls music rose above the
touch of the girl’s slender fingers.
She sprang up and turned on him
with a little exclamation.
“Pray go on playing, mademoiselle, ’
he begged, with a smile. “This old
house has not heard music for a long
time."
The girl regarded him gravely, hav
ing recovered from the surprise. He
was undeniably good-looking and In
teresting-looking. Doubtless he could
talk and he certainly had a right
there or he wouldn’t be there, talk
ing with such familiarity of the “old
house.”
“Yet I think music belongs to this
old house,” she said softly.
He nodded toward the spinet with
a tender look of reminiscence. “I be
lieve I was the last to play on that
old Instrument,” he said.
“You are a musician—and you lis
tened to me!” exclaimed the girl,
smiling.
“Please go on,” he begged. “Music
is the more delightful after the noise
on 'Change—where I have been. Do
you care for that opera?” he asked.
"It Is too difficult for me to play,”
she returned modestly.
If she thought him Interesting
looking, he evidently thought her a
great deal more than that, Judging
from the manner in which he leaned
toward her across the back of old
Maier Amschel’s arm-chair.
“You like Rossini?” he Inquired
again.
The girl smiled at him with de
light.
“Could you recognize him from my
strumming?’’ she cried.
“I wondered at a young lady being
so modern as to play him,” he re
sponded.
“I adore him!" breathed the girl,
fervently.
"I shall tell him.” he smiled. Char
lotte uttered a little cry of amaze
ment and delight.
“Do you know him?” she asked.
“Yes, he is a friend of mine,” an
swered Jacob, modestly. “He often
stays with me in Paris.”
Charlotte looked him over with new
interest. She had placed him now
and the little fun-lights began to
dance in her eyes.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
vice
to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?
D F.AR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man, 21 year*
of age, and deeply In love with
one of the beat and noblest of
women, some years my senior
She not only tells me she loves
me, but proves it in many beauti
ful ways, by making my comfort,
happiness and pleasure her first
consideration. We are perfectly
happy while together now and I
feel sure we would continue to be
if married, though I am the
younger. Don’t you agree?
HONEY BOY.
"Some years my senior" may mean
five years; It may mean twenty. Hon.
ey Boy can not expect a reply unless,
he Is more definite.
GO TO HER EMPLOYER.
D ear miss Fairfax:
I have an only daughter who
refuses to live at home. She gets
$25 a week where she is em
ployed. She refuses to let ms
know where she Is living. How
can I find out without any pub
licity?
A DISTRESSED MOTHER.
If you can not get the Information
from her girl associates, go to ha*
employer. I am sure he can not re
fuse his assistance after hearing you*
plea. Hiring a private detective 1»
another plan, but this is not advisa
ble, for the girl’s take, so long as any
other plan has been untried.
Do You Know—
Chocolate
Fudge
% capful Red Velva Syrmp,
2 squares bitter chocolate, %
capful cream or milk, 2 cap-
fait granulated sugar, I cap
ful chopped nut meata, I tea
spoonful ginger extract, 2
heaping tablespoon fats of
butter.
Melt chocolate in saucepan,
atfS Velma, batter, sugar and
milk or cream. Stir over fire
till they boil for four minutes.
Test in cold water and remove
from the fire when it forms a
soft ball or registers 240°F.
on the thermometer. Add ex
tract and nuts and beat until
smooth. Pour into buttered
nan and cut in squares when
cold.
Here, Madam,
Is the Better Syrup
Yonr family will en|oy Velva more than any other
syrnp, on griddle cakes, waflles. biscuits and mufitns.
Yon can make better cakes and candles, better lodge,
better cookies with Velva, the batter myrup, In the red
can. You’ll get the very top notch of flavor Into your
goodies because
eIw
Is made to satisfy yon rnd to keep you satisfied. It
Is doing that In conntless thousands of homes and
we want yonr home to be one more* We want yonr
syrup trade and we know that one can of Velva will
bring yon back again and again. Ten cents and up*
according to size —at yoar grocer's. Velva In the
green cans, too, tf yon prefer It. Send for book of
Velva Recipes. No charge.
C ANADA is taking the lead in tha
matfer of prison reform. A
prison farm has been establish
ed at Guelph, In the Province of On
tario, which wears the semblance of
a prosperous agricultural settlement.
The prisoners wear ordinary clothes.
They are merely confined within a
prescribed area, being otherwise free.
The foreman carries no arms. Games
are provided and allowed. Even the
sleeping apartments are without
bolts and bars. The discipline ap
peals to the better nature of the pris
oners, and so far with striking suc
cess. It is stated that a similar pris
on farm is about to be established by
the government of the Province of
Alberta, near Big Island, on the River
Saskatchewan.
There is a curious belief attaching
to the tombstone of Pope Sylvester
II, in St. John Lateran, Rome. This
stone is said to become covered with
moisture like dew shortly before the
death of every Pope. It is reported
that the marble, usually dry is
“sweating” in this way now, and the
populace regard it as a sinister omen.
The phenomenon is believed to have
continued through the past ten cen
turies.
In Ipoh (Malay peninsula) one of
the pioneer motor cars in the country
is now in almost constant use as a
funeral hearse. Hauled by coolies,
the proud old pioneer wends its fre
quent, slow, laborious way to the
cemetery.
Too Talkative.
It was a beautiful evening, and Ole,
who screwed up courage to take Anna
for a ride, was carried away by the
magic of the night.
“Anna,” he asked, “will you marry
me?”
“Yes, Ole,” she answered softly.
Ole lapsed into a silence that at last
became painful to hls fiance.
“Ole,” she asked desperately, “why
don’t you say something?”
"Ay tank,” Ole replied, “they bane too
much said already.”