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Show THE LEW SUN, LEIII, UTAII . ..JwH(swwt3Et:,",'- Ihe S a" will ( (I PCfx Lida SYNOPSIS L k clchteenth birthday, Barbara, jL of Chriitopher Thorn, flnjraerieal arti.t, awake, to a lt wcip.ti of th. ioy. of th. rfrU n""f othe, presents, . rin. from Brucs MacLain, jrounf Mof the family, but more than d B- Wl Bruce she oes Irini o th. sands at Provincetown. &x ,rom uddeB ,ctrm B,f whom h. love and th. song ?Jm flute. She know. It U her own L Ik. Hw happineM turn, to lorrow T, , return home to learn her father JJaa -frowned in th. storm. 4 . CHAPTER III iEOI'LE were kinu. All day they came to the gray-shlngled house, jerjbody was sorry and kind and aixiotis to help. Cousin Evle arrived from Provi-liice Provi-liice and was Installed In Gay's il'in. Aunt Josephine, she reported, As Just getting over "one of her ills'1 and would come as soon 1 the doctor gave her permission 2 travel. Cousin Evle was tall and In with crimped yellow-gray hair 4d i long pink nose. In Providence e was merely Aunt Josephine's e o, a "poor relation," often enough iibbed and disregarded. In the 'j)HsMngled house she felt impor- tk'"' f'oiisln Julia came from Augusta, Jllne, and Jamie moved up with Kit. (fisin Julia felt Important, wher-der wher-der she was, because she was Aunt Jssepbine'i daughter. She was itje and rosy and handsome and rj efficient and kind. ;. punt Lola wired from Florida, iere she had gone for the winter, le was leaving at once, the tele-lam tele-lam said. Uncle Herbert wired Son. his office in Pittsburgh that isloess would detain him there un-I un-I the end of the week. After that, would start for Provincetown. He Aunt Emma and the boys sent rapatliy and love. jThe Thornes clung to each other, ad, bewildered, shaken with ief. The house no longer seemed icir own, a pleasant friendly place. 3 was, all at once, so painfully tidy ?d neat. They were more com-Artable com-Artable out of doors. There, at ast, everything was as it had allays al-lays been. JThey gat together on che studio in Gay pressing close to Kit, rale's head against Barbara's fiiee, "Chips" stretched out In the tablne across their fet Some-fnes Some-fnes they talked about Father, re-Itmberlng re-Itmberlng little things; sonie-ames sonie-ames they were silent and each few what the others were thinking wgh no one put It into words. ;ej were to be separated again Is time, perhaps, forever. I im thought was never far from I S mind. Shf crlpm. - ""c 6eu ior B deeply and sincerely, but the aSht that the children might be fcparated was, somehow, harder to war. TWo HrnTA flnn i , imiCa wuen sne m that it needn't happen. Ly-S Ly-S wake in the low carved bed, "J Gay asleep beside her, she eaborate plans, she would Ri i attlC- She would start In il the Studl0' h00kd rugs t st r!er8Jn theer.Some. fi;xragetokeepthe mZ 8e,emed possiWe AS a-?ke with Ga clos WJ eSldeher- lD e morn- T?,b Consin JuII oa in? everything and Cousin S r thUEh She 8m n.3y:..the. Pns would Pewn ir.sh- BH by bit would vanish t V. . i001 feel h. uu ,n.r ueart "J as lead. Sh color lift V grow thinner. reIt.he,,;cheeks and her I Bra We Really large. JoJewW PStponed nI 51 ThoJ.0rW8hcotantly Barbara .7 But he seldom . alone. She B&m ith,;,ttiechildren. Loving hM : ,'mL0knhowcomDWv '"e felt that of" h" lD his lWng had I 'e wasn't there. ! "4 helnU ren- He felt T, t)id she know ? i ef0rej her? n h" r"ithly:.h.ewed. when 1 1.; B knew k UrbinS emo-?.enh;ih emo-?.enh;ih a.rrn to New bedtime. The gray-shlngled house" filled with flowers. There were all sorts of letters and cards. Mr. Tubbs, the postman, brought a letter from "Uncle Stephen." It was a very nice letter. Barbara read It to the children chil-dren as they sat on the studio steps. "Uncle Stephen" had seen in a paper, pa-per, the letter said, an account of Father's death. He sent sympathy to his "little fillette." "What's a fillette'? Gay wanted to know, "That's French for goddaughter," Barbara explained. "Is he a Frenchman?" asked Jamie, to whom Frenchman meant the French-Canadians who lived In Augusta, Maine. "Of course not," Kit answered. "Don't you remember how Father used to tell us that he was the only other American, besides Moth er and Father, In the town where Bans was born?" The children talked, In low voices, about Father. Barbara read the letter let-ter again. It was nice and friendly, she thought She lingered over the concluding sentence. . . . "If a crusty old bachelor can be of assistance, assist-ance, please let him know at once. ..." A crusty old bachelor 1 Then he wasn't married. And he must be older than she had thought But he didn't sound "crusty." "Fillette" "Fill-ette" was a charming word. Saying It over made her feel that she knew "Uncle Stephen." ... "My little fillette." . . . She tucked the let ter inside her blouse and felt she had found a friend. And then, on a day so blue and golden, so filled with sunshine and gentle wind and the smoky fragrance of autumn that it didn't seem possible pos-sible there could be sadness In the world, they left Father beside Mother Moth-er In the cemetery on the hill The house seemed desolate when they returned, too quiet too tidy and neat Father was gone. That evening they sat around the living room hearth. It grew chilly when the sun went down and Eruce had built a, fire. Cousin Evie had gone to bed with a headache. Cousin Julia, In Jamie's room upstairs, was writing a letter to Cousin WilL The children were glad to be alone. Barbara told them about the plans she made at night lying awake in the low carved bed. The children accepted them with enthusiasm. "I can get a job after school," Kit said, his face brighter than it had been since the day of the storm. "Dicky Woods says I can be his delivery boy," Jamie announced from the hearth rug. "I've already asked him about It" "If Martha goes, Til do the dishes," Gay said nestling close to Kit her head against his shoulder. "Stout fella' 1" Kit said softly, knowing how Gay hated washing dishes and dusting and making beds. ' "Other people have shops," Barbara Bar-bara continued, loving the children for wanting to help. She lifted her fac- to Bruce, feeling hopeful wanting want-ing to be assured. "We could, couldn't we, Bruce? Isn't It a sensible sensi-ble plan? Don't you think we could?" Bruce smiled but his eyes were grave. What a child she was, no older than Gay, making her fairytale' fairy-tale' plans. If he could bear It for her the certain disappointment She was too small to bear it herself, her-self, too young in spite of her courage. cour-age. If he could bear It for her he loved her, he loved her so much. . . . The plans seemed possible, talking talk-ing about them in front of the fire, surrounded by things that were familiar fa-miliar and friendly and dear. They needn't be separated. They could stay In the gray-shingled bouse. And then she knew that they couldn't The plans vanished like bubbles touched by a careless hand. Cousin Julia, rosy and handsome and very kind, appeared at the living liv-ing room door. "Ten o'clock," she said In the brisk cheerful voice that made Barbara Bar-bara feel small and rather foolish. "Time for tired kiddies to be In bed." "We cant, can we, Bruce?" Barbara Bar-bara asked when the children, marshaled mar-shaled by Cousin Julia, had gone upstairs to bed. "We can't stay here together." "I'm afraid not Babbie," he answered, an-swered, his face very troubled and grave. "I guess 1 knew it all along," she said wearily. "Fairy tales. Her voice quivered. Looking down, he saw that her lashes were Jeweled with tears. "Don't mind so terribly, darling. Please try not to mind so much." "I I can't help it Bruce." He knew that she couldn't help It He knew that words were useless. He held her close, wanting to bear It for her, racked by her shaking sobs. Gradually the sobs grew less She sighed and then was still, so still that he thought she had gone to sleep. But presently she stirred. "Bruce. . . "Yes, darling?" "When are you going back to New York?" . "Tomorrow. , . She clung to him for a moment then raised her bead from bis shoulder. shoul-der. I don't suppose " She paused and he saw, in the firelight, a faint pink flush creeping Into her cheeks. 'What, Babble?" ; "I don't suppose" Uer eyes were suddenly shy. You couldn't take us with you Kit and Gay and Jamie and me?" "Why, Babble" "No, I suppose you couldn't" She was grown up, now, and reasonable, reason-able, too reasonable, for her years. "Shoes and things are expensive and boys eat such a lot" "But I can take you." Bruce brushed the soft hair back from her brow. "You and I in my studio. We can count the stars through our skylight and every morning, for breakfast I'll sing you a brand-new song," Her eyes' brightened, A little smile touched her lips. "Bruce I" she whispered. "A new one every dayl" "And a special one for Sunday," he promised, loving the shine in her eyes. It faded away, leaving her forlorn. for-lorn. "You mustn't, Bruce. I have to think of the children." She squared her shoulders and lifted her firm little lit-tle chin. "I'm the oldest They've no one at all but me. Kit hates it at Uncle Herbert's." She steadied the quivering of her Hps. "They tease him because he wants to be an artist Uncle Herbert will probably prob-ably make him sell life Insurance or something he wouldn't like. And Kit's so splendid, Bruce. Don't you see And Aunt Lola Is so silly. She "Yes," She Sighed Contentedly, "Now We're Really Engaged." lives mostly In hotels since Uncle George died. That isn't good for a child like Gay. And Jamie" She paused and drew a long breath. "Don't Babbie," Bruce said gently. gen-tly. "You're so tired. Don't think about it tonight" "I can't help thinking. You've seen It Bruce, the way Jamie looks at 'Chips.' Cousin Julia won't have a dog in the bouse. She's kind, of course, but she doesn't know about boys. And Jamie's so funny and dear." "But what can you do?" "Something . . . I don't know." Bruce felt a vague sort of fear. She looked so small and determined, so very dear in her velveteen frock with its childish white collar and cuffs. If he should lose her "Babbie" he held her closer, afraid she might slip away "if you can't manage it you'll come to me?" "Yes, Bruce if I can't" He wanted to be further assured. Very gently he changed the birthday birth-day ring from her right hand to her left "Now we're engaged," he said. "Yes," she sighed contentedly. "Now we're really engaged." CHAPTER IV AUNT LOLA'S car stood at the gate, a beautiful car, dove-gray with silver fittings and a chauffeur named Pierre. Aunt Lola, small and plump, with massaged-looking skin and hair a shade too golden, sat beside the living room fire wrapped In moleskin as soft as velvet vel-vet Gay was bewitched by Aunt Lola, her clothes, her Jewels, the dove-gray dove-gray car, the chauffeur named Pierre. Already she was different. Barbara thought watching Gay adopt Aunt Lola's mannerisms, her gestures, the affected tones of her voice. She didn't want Gay to grow up into a silly little peacock, like Gwen. Aunt Lola's daughter, married mar-ried now and, according to family gossip, "leading her husband a life." Mother would have hated it so. And Father, too. Gay could be so nice Uncle Herbert came and went attending at-tending to business matters, interviewing inter-viewing the real estate agent and the officials at the bank. Uncle Herbert was not above medium weight ruddy and stockily built But you felt that be was very tall and Imposing. Uncle Herbert was kind to the children. He was especially kind to Kit "Well Michael Anselo." he would say. "have you painted a masterpiece master-piece yet?" Or, pinching Kit'a arm. he would say: "No muscle!" He would pretend io do terribly shocked. "See here, young fellow, that won't do. Wait 'til we get you out In Pittsburgh. Roast beef Is what you need." Did he think they hadn't been properly fed? Barbara would try to choke back her indignation, knowing know-ing that Uncle Herbert meant only to be kind. He would talk about Pnul who played on his college football team and Joe who was a prep school star and Junior who had six medals for swimming, although he was only fifteen. Barbara, an ache In her heart would see Kit's flush deepen and a frightened look creep Into his eyes. Kit couldn't play football He would never be very strong. Her last hope had vanished. She had pinned up her hair and worn her longest frock, but she knew that she looked as young and frightened as she felt when she asked them to let her keep the children there In the gray-shlngled house. "We could manage." Barbara felt her couragt slipping away with the pins that held her hair. "You can live so cheaply In Provincetown. If live so cheaply in Provincetown." "It isn't only a question of money," Uncle Herbert said not unkindly. un-kindly. "There are many things to be considered. You're too young to assume such a responsibility. Besides," Be-sides," he added, "It isn't necessary." neces-sary." It was necessary. She knew, in her heart that It was necessary to keep the children together. But she couldn't put it Into words. They confused her with grown-up logic. She shut herself up in the studio and cried helplessly with her cheek against Father's coat Aunt Josephine had decided not to come. The change In the weather, weath-er, she wrote, made the Journey too great a risk, since she wasn't as young as she used to be. Barbara was to come to Providence with Cousin Evie. She enclosed a generous gener-ous check. Barbara looked thoughtfully at the strip of pink paper signed in spidery writing with Great-aunt Josephine's Jo-sephine's name. The check would take her to New York and buy her a winter coat A dress, perhaps. Her wedding dress. Aunt Josephine Joseph-ine would make a fuss about Bruce. She didn't approve of artists. But Mother had married Father. It would be lovely to be with Bruce, she thought curled up in a corner of the davenport watching the lights in the fire. She wouldn't mind if they hadn't much money. Darling Bruce 1 She twisted his ring on her finger and heard the tinkling of the small gold heart She hadn't told anybody. The children thought it was a birthday ring. The relations rela-tions might make fun. She couldn't bear that Darling Bruce! If it weren't for the children. ... The house was to be sold. Uncle Herbert decided that was best. They couldn't understand why Barbara minded so much. "Why should you want to keep it?" Cousin Julia asked In amazement. amaze-ment. "We like it, Cousin Julia." Never had the long low room seemed so charming aaid friendly and dear. But she knew it was useless to explain; ex-plain; They never could understand. under-stand. Her eyes brimmed over with tears. ' Cousin Julia, assisted by Martha, thoroughly cleaned the house. Things were burned In the fireplace. There was little worth keeping. Cousin Julia said. Barbara packed her sea-chest with treasured odds and ends. Everything else would be sold. Their last day together arrived, a rainy day, chilly and " depressing. Martha's eyes were rimmed with red and her scolding voice was gentle. gen-tle. People from the town came to say good-by. "We'll miss you," they said. "The house won't seem the same." . Never the same again I Barbara realized it all at once, with a sickening sick-ening lurch of her heart The house would belong to somebody else, the house that Mother had loved. They wouldn't see the willows grow green, next spring, and the apple tree burst into bloom. They wouldn't sit on the studio steps with "Chips" stretched out In the sunshine sun-shine across their feet . . . Barbara ran blindly from the room, up the stairs, along the hall, up Into the attic. She heard a sound of sobbing. Kit lay on a broken sofa In the unused un-used part of the attic, his face buried In his arms. "Kit!" she cried softly, running to him, kneeling beside the sofa. He raised a tear-stained face. His cheeks were hot and flushed. A feverish light burned in his hazel eyes. "Sorry, Babs," he gulped, ashamed of crying, trying to be manly. "Do you mind so much about going go-ing with Uncle Herbert?" she asked, her heart breaking for Kit "You don t know what It's like. Babs," he sobbed, no longer ashamed. "Uncle Herbert's boys are so strong. I 1 couldn't keep up. They laugh at things I say. They they think I'm sort of crazy. I'd rather die than ?o back there." It was dreadful to hear him sob. Kit so seldom cried ; not even when he was a little by and had to' sit In a chair. He minded things so terribly. ter-ribly. Those great boobies of Uncle Herbert's, Barbara thought. It wasn't fair. She must do something Kit shouldn't sner so. TO BE CONTINUED.) ill WATCH GOOD LAYER TO PICK BEST EGGS Shape of Body and Head Is Mot Reliable Guide. Science blasted a persistent mvth of the American barnyard when Department De-partment of Agriculture Investigators Investiga-tors announced that there is no-mathematical no-mathematical relationship between me shape of a hen's egg and her potential egg production. Months of delicate measuring. weighing, counting, tabulating and cross-indexing were required to demonstrate the scientific truth that neither the shape of a hen's body nor the shape of her head bears any relationship to her egg production. Apparently," the scientific in quiry concluded, "a hen's ability to lay depends upon egg-laying ancestry." ances-try." To gather the Information upon which these general conclusions were based, the department's Investigators Inves-tigators devised a trap nest Under the general direction of J. P. Qulnn, a poultry specialist in the bureau of animal industry, the government test was checked on two widely divergent di-vergent types of chickens. "Investigators measured the live birds, the dressed carcasses, and the bones of about 400 trapnested White Leghorn and Rhode Island Red hens," the report says. "They could find no relationship between egg production or egg size and the shape of the hen's body. They conclude con-clude that the shape of the body, as Indicated by length of keel and the width and depth of the body, have been much overemphasized in culling practices. Similarly, the shape of the head, often regarded as an indicator of laying capacity, was not a safe guide. Head and skull measurements revealed no factorlength, fac-torlength, breadth, or depth of skull associated with high capacity for egg production. The weight of the brains was not a criterion as to the nufnber, total weight or average weight of the eggs the bird had laid." The surest way to pick out good producers, the bulletin suggests, is by the empirical method that Is, by watching the suspected good layers lay-ers and counting their eggs. Blood Spot in an Egg Does Not Indicate Age A small blood spot in an egg does not Indicate that the egg Is stale or bad, says the United States De partment of Agriculture, In response to frequent inquiries. Blood spots are found occasion ally in fresh eggs, although this lin perfection seldom occurs in the best grades of eggs that are candled and sold on the market Eggs from farm flocks are not so likely to con tain blood spots as those from com nierclal flocks that are fed for maximum max-imum production. The seasons when blood spots are most likely to occur are late spring when the hens are laying heavily, and in the fall when the pullets begin be-gin to lay. Poultrymen who. desire to remove all questionable eggs from those marketed should candle their en tire production and use such eggs at home. Less forcing for egg production pro-duction and liberal feeding of green feed will tend to reduce the forma tion of blood spots in eggs. Scientific Scien-tific American What Pullets Cost Records on 40,121 pullets, kept during a period of three years in six leading poultry producing counties in California, give the net cash cost of raising pullets to six months of aee as 70 cents. When labor, de preciation, and interest on invest ment were added, tne net cost or raising each pullet Increased to 09 cents. The total cost was $1.38, but there was an Income of 33 cents from sale of cockerels and pullets, of three cents from sale of eggs, and a miscellaneous income of one cent These figures, according to L. D. Sanborn, assistant farm adviser ad-viser In Los Angeles county, were gathered by the agricultural exten sion service of the University or California. Los Angeles Times. POULTRY HINTS Plenty of rich mash with an ample supply of cracked corn will Improve the quality of market turkeys. tur-keys. About 92 per cent of all farms In Wisconsin have chicks, 17 per cent raise geese or ducks, and 8 per cent keep turkeys. Clean litter on the flood every day in the year makes the poultry house more sanitary and neips in keeping the flock healthy. a Ecr production Is lower this year in Wisconsin. There are 4 per cent fpwpr hens and nearly 9 per rent fewer eggs per hundred birds. Hens will normally molt once a year and if you have been getting a good production rrom your mras the entire year, yon are fortunate that they have not molted itertre The best layers molt in late fall. Good Bread High 4 in Food Values Contains Large Percentage of Calories Needed for One's Health. Bread In some form or another has been from the beginning of civilization civ-ilization an important contribution to the nutrition of mankind. After man discovered that he could grind wild grain Into meal, mix this with water and bake bread between hot stones, he began the cultivation of grain for food and the establishment of a settled home. It was centuries later that the use of "leaven" was discovered. Bread in anything like Its modern form is said to have been first made by the Egyptians. The first bread was merely cakes of coarsely ground meal held together by water. wa-ter. A great variety of grain was and Is used for bread. In this country coun-try we find wheat bread Is used almost al-most to the exclusion of other grains. Most of this bread, Is made from refined wheat flour, known as "white" flour. In France and England Eng-land this Is the favorite bread. In the other countries of Europe we find rye bread, known in some places as black bread, used largely. "A fine white loaf was a symbol of luxury food, and used only by the great until the last centuries, when large scale milling operations began to produce fine white flour In large quantities. Within a much shorter space of time commercial bakeries turning out thousands of loaves of bread each day have taken over the task of baking bread for large communities. The majority of this bread is made from white flour and the quality produced Is often excellent, sometimes much better than the average loaf of homemade home-made bread. Large scale operations has put the loaf on the market at a cost which little more than covers the cost of the material and fuel for a home-baked loaf. Prices per pound differ, depending largely upon the other ingredients besides flour used in its preparation. "Milk" bread is preferable from the food value standpoint. We depend upon bread for a goodly good-ly percentage of the calories needed dally in our diet We get from It an appreciable amount of protein. Bread, made as It is from a good quality wheat, with the addition of shortening, shorten-ing, milk and yeast is a valuable food for the sake of Its "fuel" and protein. It is also so easy for digestion di-gestion that It Is completely utilized. At the same time it is an Inexpensive Inexpen-sive source of food. Bread must, of course, be supple Finger Print at Scotland Yard Room "Is getting scarce In the finger-print library at Scotland Yard, where there are now 515,000 finger prints recorded. In the first year of the system, 1902, there were 1,722. Aa Whippoorwill Perches Unlike the great majority of birds the whippoorwill perches along and not across a bough. This Is a peculiarity pe-culiarity which the whippoorwill shares with other weak-footed birds. Giraffe Can Run Fast In spite of its awkward method of getting over the ground, moving as it does the fore and bind legs of one side simultaneously, the giraffe can run with the speed of a good horse, Detect Faulty Reading Habit Motion picture records of a person's per-son's movements while reading are made with an apparatus at the Unl versity of Minnesota which is la-tended la-tended to detect reading habits. Afghanistan Need Road Although there are 1,561 miles of roads in Afghanistan only a few miles are hard surfaced. About 850 motor vehicles are registered In the tountry. The Only Drawback How happy modern youth could be if a smart fellow could succeed without ten bard years of learning how. Atlanta Constitution. Make Heel-Print of New Babies Heel-prints are taken of all babies ba-bies borji In the hospitals in many American cities to avoid the risk of mistakes in Identity. Radlobeacon Signal Radiobeacon signals to guide mariners mar-iners were first applied In a practical practi-cal way off the entrance to New Tork harbor In 1921. WOULD you spend a few cents to save several dollars? Anyone would spend a few cents to save a dollar. And that is exactly what you do, again and again, when you buy this paper and read its advertisements and act on their advice. A single fortunate purchase saves you more than the price of a year subscription. And buys you better things for the table, for the house, for yourself. Smarter clothes, extra convenience, increased comfort. All sorts of new ubsfactions. Form the good habit of reading the advertisements with care. The news they contain is valuable and practical. News that's good. News that means better living. mented by. other foods which provide pro-vide more protein, minerals and vitamins. In a well-varied diet we will get the supplements easily from extra milk, meat eggs and vegetables and fruits. Whole wheat bread Is of higher value In minerals, especially iron, and in "vitamin B, than white bread. It Is not so generally gen-erally popular as white bread, but it is a good plan to use It to some extent In the weekly meal plan. Where the money to be spent for food Is too limited In amount to allow al-low of the purchase of liberal amounts of the more expensive foods, whole wheat bread should be counted upon to provide lrou and vitamin B. From the nutritive points of menus we should not discount the contribution of bread to the diet. We hear so much about the value of fruits, vegetables and milk that we somehow forget the importance of this inexpensive food. Pineapple Betty. 1 can crushed pineapple 1 cups dry fine bread crumba S tablespoons butter Mi cup sugar Drain pineapple and reserve Juice. Grate or roll crumbs and cook In butter until yellow. Add sugar to crumbs and mix welt Sprinkle greased baking dish with one-third of the crumbs. Arrange pineapple and rest of crumbs In alternate al-ternate layers and pour Juice over pudding. Bake in a hot oven (450 degrees Fahrenheit) twenty to thirty thir-ty minutes. Serve with hard sauce. , 1933, Bell Syndicate. WNU Service. Dr. Pierce'e Pleasant Pellets are the orig inal little liver pills put up 60 yeara ago. They regulate liver and bowels. Adv. Look for Opportunity One might some time, hope to devote de-vote a whole day (twenty-four hours) to not feeling Indignant about something some-thing or other. WHISPERED Secret ! I fessedtheaecretof her Aa.lUMInrwhit ltn Long ago (be learned mat no cosmeuc wouia hide blotches, pimples or eallowneaa. She found the secret of real complexion com-plexion beauty in NR Ta cleared the eurolnauve iraci correciea aiug-gish aiug-gish bowel action drove out the poiaonou wastes. She felt better, too, full of pep. tingling with vitality. Try thie mild, aafe, dependable, all-vegetable corrective tonight. See your eom- nlprinn imnrove. eee headaches, dullness vanish. At all dnigKWta. ruy zoc Rediscover Old Lead Mine Turkish engineers have dlscov- ered by accident in the River Araa near Kaghisman a mine that has been forgotten for 300 years and Is said to contain auriferous lead worth millions of dollars. Benevolence In the last 28 years the Motor and Cycle Trades Benevolent Fund of London has distributed $800,000 to 20,000 members and educated 100 children of members who had died. Water Softening Save Million Railroads have saved millions of dollars annually by studies and experiments In softening water for use In locomotives, to prevent the formation of "scale" Inside boilers. Misses It Purpose Silence is valuable If it encourages encour-ages thought" said Hi Ho, the sage of Chinatown. "If it leads to slumber, slum-ber, it may benefit only a robber." Washington Star. Paddy Paddy Is simply unhusked rice, either growing in the field or cut It comes from the Malay "Padi" and may, by extension, mean rice in general. Toad Aro Harmless In spite of the popular supersti tion to the contrary, the common toads are harmless. Handling them will not cause warts. Good Loser A good loser," said Cactus Joe, "is a man who doesn't care to add to bis losses by wasting time on unavailing sympathy." |