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“Bossy” From Eminence
Here are a couple of “Belleve-It
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missed:
According to Food Industries, a
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with dog fish, but, anyway, he ob¬
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milk daily. 1 And this milk has proved
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Students at Massachusetts Tech
have built a rat-trap consisting of a
“cannon” and a photoelectric cell
rigged up in such a way that Mr. Rat
is put on the spot as he ambles down
his favorite pathway and intercepts
the light beam. For economy's sake,
the “cannon ball” is tied to a string.
—Scientific American.
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fidently, her cheek against Martha’s.
“You won’t do any such thing.”
Martha surrendered herself uncon¬
ditionally to the charms of the four
Thornes. “There’s no fool like an
old fool. I won’t do any such th'ng.”
They told her about the problem of
getting away In the morning. Martha
considered, her forehead smocked In
a frown.
“Jake Preble drives his truck to
New Bedford Thursday mornings,”
Martha said after an Interval of
thought. “Early, though. He leaves
around five o’clock.”
Tomorrow was Thursday morning.
It seemed an act of providence.
“We’ll leave a note,” Barbara said.
"We’ll tell them we've gone to Uncle
Stephen. They don't know where he
lives. That will give us time. But
Martha,” she added, a shadow slip¬
ping across her vivid face, “I’m afraid
it won’t be pleasant for you. They’ll
make a dreadful scene. They’ll prob¬
ably explode.”
“Don’t mind about that.” The light
of battle flamed in Martha’s eyes. “I’ll
speak my mind and pin on my hat and
leave.”
They fell upon her with strangling
hugs.
“You're an angel, Marthy-Ann,” Bar¬
bara whispered gratefully, her arm
around Martha's neck.
“I’m an idiot!” Martha pushed the
children away. Her voice sounded
scolding and cross. “I’ll probably live
to regret It. But you have a way
about you. There’s no fool like an old
fool! I’m goin' to see Jake Prehle.”
Barbara lay, wide awake, in the low
carved bed that Father had made.
Gay, curled beside her. was fast asleep,
worn out by excitement and plans. The
alarm clock was set for four. Martha
had "managed” Jake Preble. They
were to leave at five o’clock In the
morning.
Everything was arranged. The chil¬
dren, quaking for fear they would be
discovered, had hidden their luggage
In the studio. Sitting together on the
sofa in the attic, a quilt around the'ar
shoulders, Kit's lantern lighted beside
them, he and Barbara had marked the
way they would go. By seven o’clock
tomorrow night they would be at
Uncle Stephen’s.
For the children’s sake, Barbara had
suppressed her uncertainties and
doubts. Lying awake in the low carved
bed, with the rain falling outside and
the wind In the willows singing a
mournful song, the doubts and uncer¬
tainties could no longer be suppressed.
It was impolite to be runniing away.
The relations meant to be kind, though
they had never approved of Mother
marrying Father and having four chil¬
dren and living “like a gypsy.” It was
appallingly Impolite to leave them and
run away.
The money troubled her, too. Was
it stealing to use Aunt Josephine’s
check for the purpose of running
away? Aunt Josephine would say that
it was. “What can you expect?” she
would say. “They’ve been brought up
heathen!” She wouldn’t blame them
so much. She would blame Father’s
happy-go-lucky way of letting them
do as they pleased. It seemed a
treachery to Father. But, deep in her
heart, she knew that Father would ap¬
prove. He wanted the children to be
happy. He had promised that they
should never be “parceled out” again.
What would Uncle Stephen think?
His letter had been so friendly. . . .
“If a crusty old bachelor can be of as¬
sistance, please let him know at
once.” . . . He had called her his
“little fillette.’’ It was a caressing,
intimate word. A ’’crusty old bach¬
elor” wouldn’t have thought of such
lovely things to write. Perhaps he
was lonely and wanted some children.
Surely he would appreciate the charms
of Kit and Jamie and Gay.
And Bruce? What would he think?
It would be lovely to be with Bruce.
She loved him so much, his golden
brown hair, his teasing ways, his eyes
that were as deeply blue as the sky on
a frosty night. . . .
Thinking of Bruce, she felt warm
and drowsy and not afraid any more.
Darling Bruce! She told herself a
story . . . “Once upon a time there
was a gypsy boy. . . ..” The sound of
the rain was pleasant now. Doubts
and uncertainties vanished. She nes¬
tled close against Gay. . . . “The
flute knew only one song—‘I love you,
pretty gypsy girl with the roses In
your hair. . . .’”
She could hear the song of the silver
flute If she kept very breathless and
still, showers of sprinkling silver notes,
thin and high and sweet.
Barbara’s lashes drooped. She
sighed and was fast asleep.
CHAPTER V
Stephen Drake, in an evening shirt
and well-pressed trousers braced with
black and white suspenders, stood be¬
fore a mirror tying with fumbling fin¬
gers a narrow black silk tie. The mir¬
ror was set in a wardrobe carved with
oak leaves and acorns and opulent
bunches of grapes. All of the furni¬
ture In the large high-ceilinged room
was of walnut and similarly carved. It
was a man’s room, unmistakably, the
room of a man of elderly habits and a
studious turn of mind. Books, pushed
together by bronze elephants, stood
on the bedside table. Books, handsome¬
ly bound, filled the shelves between
the windows.
There was but one unusual note Ic
the subdued symphony of the room.
Above the fireplace hufig a painting all
color and sunlight, red rocks, blue
sea, distant rust-colored sails, a girl,
slim and graceful, with the wind blow¬
ing her skirt against her bare brown
legs. The painting made you wonder
about the tall erect man, gray at the
temples, tying a neat silk tie into a
neat silk bow.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
!
The
SILVER
FLUTE
s. By ..
Lida Larrimore
©. Macrae-Smlth Company
WNU Service.
SYNOPSIS
On her eighteenth birthday, Bar¬
bara, motherless daughter of Christ¬
opher Thorne, artist, awakes with an¬
ticipation of the Joys of the day. She
receives a birthday ring from Bruce
Ma.cLaliv, young artist friend of the
family, but more than friend to Bar¬
bara. Barbara and Bruce go picknick
Ing on the sands at Provincetown. Ha
tells her a story of a gypsy boy, a lit¬
tle gypsy girl whom he loves, and
the song of a silver flute. She knows
It Is her own love tale. Her happiness
turns to sorrow when she returns home
to learn her father has been drowned.
Barbara fears she and her brothers
and sister will be separated. Rela¬
tives arrive and take charge of things.
Having been almost a mother to the
others, Barbara cannot think of Kit's
sensitive nature bruised in Uncle Her¬
bert's household by his rough-and
ready cousins, and Gay spoiled by her
association with silly Aunt Lola.
Bruce urges Immediate marriage, but
that would mean separation. Desper¬
ate, the four children plot to run
away to Barbara’s godfather, "Uncle
Stephen" Drake, whom they have nev¬
er seen. \
CHAPTER IV—Continued
“Four of us are quite a lot.” Kit’s
brow wore an anxious frown. “Do you
suppose he’ll have enough beds?”
“Uncle Stephen Is rich,” Gay said
with easy assurance. “He sends such
lovely presents.”
“I wouldn’t expect him to keep us
always,” Barbara explained. “Four is
quite a lot. But he’s a lawyer and he
can tell us what to do. I know he will
help us. He said he would.”
Kit was reassured. The frown
smoothed itself out and his face slow¬
ly brightened. Barbara felt more con¬
fident. She saw “Uncle Stephen,” a
nice old man, telling them what to do.
They needed a champion. Father
would have approved. It seemed a
sensible Idea.
“Where does ‘Uncle Stephen’ live?”
Gay asked, hoping It would be some
enchanting far off place.
“Near Philadelphia.”
“That Isn’t so far.” Gay felt dis¬
appointed. Florida was lovely. She
had been there with Aunt Lola before.
But it was fun to be running away. . . ,
“It’s not right in the city,” Kit said.
“Don't you remember? We looked It
up on a map. It’s far enough. Have
we any money? How will we get
there, Babs?”
“Hitch-hike,” Jamie said promptly.
“I’ll bet we could, as easy as any¬
thing.” His face was bright and ex¬
cited.
“Or we could dress up like gypsies,”
Gay, always dramatic, suggested. “And
dance and play on tambourines and
people would give us money.”
Gypsies! Barbara felt a pain In her
heart. . . . “Once upon a time there
was a gypsy boy who loved very dear¬
ly a little gypsy girl.” . . . But she
couldn’t think about Bruce. She kept
seeing Kit’s face streaked with tears
and Jamie looking at “Chips” and Gay
growing up into a silly little peacock
like Aunt Lola’s horrid Gwen. She
had to take care of the children. . . .
“I have some money,” she said,
swallowing hard to banish the lump In
her throat. She showed it to them, a
very slim roll of bills, provided by
Great-aunt Josephine’s check.
It looked like a fortune. The chil¬
dren’s eyes widened. They felt like
millionaires.
“When are we going?” Gay asked,
her voice fluting high with excite¬
ment.
"Tomorrow morning.”
That made it seem real and frighten¬
ing but very thrilling, too.
“Won’t we tell anybody, Babs?”
Jamie wanted to know.
"No, Indeed.” Barbara was firm.
“We'll go early in the morning before
anybody it up.”
“Bnt the train doesn’t leave until
eight o’clock,” Kit reminded her.
“They’d miss us by that time, sure.”
She hadn't thought of that. The
pink faded out of her cheeks. Here
was a problem, indeed. Her spirits
dropped. The children felt it. If Babs
was discouraged, there was no hope.
They pressed closer together, subdued
and defeated, feeling that the grown¬
up world was In hostile league against
them.
It was Martha who solved the prob¬
lem. She came into the studio with a
warning about taking cold. The warn¬
ing was merely an excuse. She wanted
to be near them this last evening to¬
gether.
“You're up to somethin’,” she said.
Martha had lived with them before
Mother died. She was a familiar
friend. They knew that Martha loved
them. They told her about It, Bar¬
bara taking the lead, the children In¬
terrupting. They drew her into the
circle and talked away her objoetlons.
"I oughtn’t to listen.” Martha’s
Yankee conscience battled against her
affections. "I ought to go right in
the house this minute and tell them
what you’re up to.”
“But you won’t,” Barbara said con¬
CLEVELAND COURIER
Attitude of Age
to Be Avoided
Graceful Posture Is Vital
When Years of Youth
Have Passed.
A woman should be very attentive
to the postures she gets Into the hab
P of taking. At no time should she
become careless about them, for the
older she gets the more necessary Is
it for her to have them graceful.
The bones are supple and the mus
eles are elastic when one Is young.
Motion is free and there is a beauty
of rhythm in attitudes In early years.
There are, of course, awkward young
people, but they are not the average.
Grace and youth go together.
It is Important duvi»g these years
to recognize the fact of the grace of
motion, not to be self-conscious, but
to be appreciative that everyone nor¬
mally is graceful at this stage in life.
The body functions thus In action
and in relaxation. It is when peo¬
ple grow older that they lose this
grace unless they are careful. By
refusing to let these graceful motions
Blip away, persons retain Just so
much of their youthfulness. It will
be seen, therefore, that It is well to
realize what youthful attitudes are,
lest they go without one being aware
of it.
A young woman, for example,
stands with feet well together, and
legs straight. Older women often
get into the habit of standing with
feet separated even as much as 12 or
more Inches. This is anything but
graceful. Arms akimbo may be com¬
fortable, but It certainly is an awk¬
ward posture. Moreover it is an atti¬
tude of age. It Is foreign to youth.
Round shoulders are common in
old folk. They are lacking in young
people who are normally well. Guard
against getting such shoulders. They
are a mark of advancing years. Hold
the head well up. Do not let the
chin sag. If you do you will get a
double chin. It betrays age. It Is
not always possible to avoid having
a double chin, but it can be mini¬
mized, if not altogether prevented by
attention to posture.
If one has difficulty in getting up
from a low chair when the bones and
muscles lose some of their youthful
flexibility, note the chairs which are
high, when calling, and avoid the
low ones. It is easy to rise from a
higher chair, and one gives no evi¬
dence of stiffness when getting out
of it. This hint is given for those
also who have a tendency to rheu¬
matism, which sometimes makes one
less agile than age would warrant.
©, 1933, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Servic..
Poplar Lasted Long
Water does not always cause de¬
cay of wood, as is shown by the fact
that a bell tower In Venice was built
on poplar piles In S00 A. D., and
these piles needed only re-enforcing
to be used when the tower was re¬
built a few years ago.—Kansas City
Times.
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“Charm” Found by Poet
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Once when a printer was handed
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took one look and cried: “Good
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writing on the wall, lie would hnve
been more terrified than lie was.”
Thomas Bailey Aldrich, noted
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Into the matter of illegibility even
more thoroughly in a letter to Prof.
E. S. Morse, naturalist and educator;
“It was very pleasant to get a let¬
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