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Custard Cup .--Continued recovering Penzie'd string y the child's fear was anger. Her criticized. 'bout Penzie," outa here, you aura--,' She dashed outflung arms, as a small .anLma! ; abruptl.- that she moment. "Excuse uO Lord!" She the house, bang- k door behind her. The were troubled a8 of a drum reappeared she was of boards, a to- rescued nails, and a Uetched blade. The POsse a hammer, highly specialized the hatchet had ty .." service. f Was still there, sitting Smoking a cigarette. while Lettie spread on the walk. lKfty notion . brief glance. "You I asked, what i O make a coop for--' Ikl sat back on her I'IrP-and-salt shlp-  helpfully. " defendtl PlYmouth Rock, gust- going to be a good her." She reflect- out nam sound. 'Tll call her she said aloud. honoring the two Weatherstone, was of tribute, being vn without lnten- I The young ladles I to Lettle, who had of ever seeing a l she had of blimps- t pine, rising out of lts aloft the flags t nations that ha-e dis- o t th Calico Curiosity," slow puffs. fill the color left tWo pieces of board together to see if the conventional ehlcken coop. They a SlFh she discarded another. observed the man. hslp me, then?' better thlngs lID she retorted. In the basement man !" o the clasp of his Lettle, was quick to told. n that carries a Place," Lettie pro- "I wouldn't leave same spot all time, 'tween them two oa Everidge street, Geraldine," she her new acqul- "round so. That hurt you. Here, htq. detent, can't 'qualnted and be YOU both lf" her. Switch- the wh/te ta  he growled. in your head If to Use It YdM' in any such play safe. you with somebody confronted hlm thrown back, What're you get. do you know way 'UL Who- me. D'YOU us- get me mixed up, Mr. Your number. told. I seen ones i and 'shamed If you want me outs here and of recovered to the stump, struck a the dflld disappointed. was mldng She was back first plae VOada for her ahekL uI've heard lady. I right on aoa;t- going now, there I go gotta * her th sliout- the steps and The wooden aud eonttnned When It back wear- down on the ]aalls out of to mort of Florence Bingham Livingston Copyright by George H. Darns Company be well pretty soon." Sle threw a nail back into the can, as being b  yond her skill in driving. She looked up at P, osley. "I really wlsh you'd go borne," she urged, in a voice of great reaonable- heSS. "We don't want you here; hon- est, none of us do. We don't tlink you're a good friend for Uncle Jerry and--" An Insolent laugh Interrupted her plea. "I mean It," she continued, with growIng vehemence. "We don't like you to come here. Please go away." "Dry up, you little fool. I'm tired of your patter. A.h, there you are, Winston. Say, old man, I thought you'd never come. How does It lookT' Jerry Winston walked into tbz yard. "Pretty good, I guess. Let's get somewhere and talk if'over." Lettie had risen and was watching them anxiously, her large eyes wid- enIng as her dismay increased. "Come on over to my house," sug- gested Frank Bosley. "All right." Lettie stepped forward. "Uncle Jerry," she begged, "don't go with that man. Penzle doesn't like It." Jerry Winston fixed her with 8 look such as she had never before received "Uncle Jerw," She Bg, "Don't Go With That Man." from him. "Keep still, Lettle. and mind your own busiest" "But, Uncle Jrry," she gasped. "you mustn't. It's making her un- happy. Oh, pleaqD don't." "Leftle," he returned, in a one that pierced her heart, "you 'tend to your own business, I tell you. You'r mak- ing a big mistake. I choose my own friends, and I choose good ones, too," "Oh---oh---oh !" she screamed, wring- Ing her hands In ag0ttV. "I can't have It. I can't stand it. It makes her so unhappy. Oh, Uncle Jerry, you got m going. Come back, or I'll--" She reached over and gathered npa hand- ful of nails ; then dropped her hand. The nails fell with a Jangle on the board walk. She was alone. Untie fferry bad gone with Frank Bosiey. During the moment that she realized her failure to frojtrate this friendship, her breath stopped, from the most acute despair. Then her anger rose. mount- lng to rage---against Uncle Jerry, aplnst Prank Bosley. "I'll show him; I'll show hlm l" she vowed in a fury. On a mad impulse she tore around th house--then whirled and tore back again. "O Lot'" he groaned, "why can't I re. member? I gaits remember, 'cause I gotta stay with Penzie." Again sh lted L tle Jdtchen _OfS }Iows rained on the board-- blo g' a ga.Jt   iwo a,n, blows of exasperatlon eve1, her fail- me, blows of wild wrath against her own temper. you shan't have me. You shan't; You hn't. Devil, do you hear? You--shan't--have--me l" Over and over she uttered this deft- ane and with every word she struck the gong till the heavy board swung against the walL "O Pensie," she sobbed brokenly, '*I'm " trying--Pro trying. Houe, rm--" On and on she pounded, bur emo- tton reaching frenzy, a frenzy like that of the worn #per who dances till he falls. Her arm churl. but her energy did not relax. Her blood went queer, llke a great wve, leaving her head told. Then another great wave that flooded her with het. rolled over her, hut off her breath, receded I A black wave ! She was 11 lyh there on the floor beneath the temper gong when bLrs. Penfleld came in---her face white In its frame o black curls, her right hand limp on the rolling-pin tiiat had c.ome down wlth her on Its brokea string CHAPTER Xlll Calamity Coal Oil. The days of Lorene Percy's engage- meat had been s:ormy ones in tier home, but through neighborly persua- sion and intercession, Mrs. Percy bad raised no permanent obstacle. L/o- rene's friends felt certain that her re- lease from home rule was assured. It was the evenlng before the mar- riage ceremony. All the little Pen- fields had long since retired to their sleeping-hexes; and that they :night not be disturbed by the light, Mrs. Penfleld was sewing In the kilchen. It was late and she was very tired. Twice she had caught herself nap- ping and had gone to the back door to breathe in the fresh air and get" thor- oughly awake again The moon was full; the sky was intensely blue ex- cept where quills of white cloud were labl across it : the back yard was filled with soft radiance that transformed the ugly clothes.poles into slender shafts of light. "What a beautiful world It is'." she said to herself. "And we all go so fast that we don't have time to h)ok at it the way It is. I wonder why we get fretted up over a lot of pesky de- tails that we forget all about In a week, when the universe is calm and happy. Looks like we ain' In har- mony with it. I wish I had time-- No, I don't. What I wish is that I can stay awake and sew an overcoat." Resolutely she went back to her chair and fitted sections of the coat together. Footsteps sounded on the board walk. There was a quick knock. The door opened. "Oh, I knew something would hap- pen. I Just knew it would. And it has. Oh--oh !" Mrs. Penfleld sprang to her feet. The voice was familiar, but she would hardly have recognized, with- out this evidence, the figure that con- fronted her. "Lorene!" she gasped. "Look at me!" cried the girl. Her tragic tone emphasized her ludicrous appearance. Her face and hand were covered with fine seal in flecks, in streaks; her fair hair was curiously darkened, as If a thin black veil had been drawn ever It; her light blue house dress looked greasy and soiled. "Vqy, my dear, I can see you've had a little accident," said Mrs. Pen- field briskly, "but 'twon't take long to get you washed up again. I'll help you. Oil heater. I s'pose." The girl nodded. "My--Mrs. Percy lighted it and put It In my room. I was going to pack. She said I'd take cold If the room wasn't warmed. And--and when I went in a few minutes later. I couldn't see. The a was full of black soot--everywhere---clouds of it. Oh. dear; oh. dear. what can I daY' "Why, Lorene, ]['11 help. We---" "Mrs. Penzle," rieked the girl, wrlnblng her hands In distree& "you don't understand. Eve is ru- laud." "Ev'rythlng'F "Yes, everything. All my clothes l I had them all laid out, ready to paek on the bed, the chairs. The clothes- press was open. They're all black, sticky, spa-oiled." She threw herself , on the wash bench and broke Into wild sobbing. "Vhy, by the thne I'll been In there two minuta--look at me" "Oh, my deer," begged Mr& Pen- field, "don t cry. We've got to think of something." "We can't," wailed the girL Isn't anything to be-begin ik They were all there--everything I own In the world, everything rye been eavfng for all these me-month." She lifted her bet d and looked at Mrs. Penfleld with streaming eyes. "Yes. I suppose they can be O-cleaned, but there isn't time before tomorrow, There Isn't fl-ti-time." Her vo'ce broke. "Dick has Ills leave of absence and the tic- tlchets and all the de-details arranged. e ca/it put it off and--and we ran'I- X can't be m-m-marcisd like this. can I__?" She thtw ot her arms t a ge Mrs. penqeld g..ld not'rain't sml'le she gazed at the forlorn bride-elect, huddled on the wash bench, too bJect to reaIlse her own 'that ws half reproof and half caress. "Grab your nerve, Lorene, and we'll work a way out of this. So long u there ain't nothing more vital in that path than soot and cinders, I predict you're going to be married tomorrow noon, as ?heduled--and all fresh and dainty, too. You left your windows open. didn't youY' "Oh, ye but -- rhen the air must be clear by this time. I'll turn out the lamp, and we'll go right over and see how thinp loolL" BID CONTINUED.) .Attractive Magazine fJllllllllil i Something to Think About - - Bq F. ,%. IDALKER i mIiiiiI pack their bags, hie to the hills and work out of doors. They return to .their studios with new impressions and energy. Monotony dulls the brightest wits; frequent change sharpens them. An unvarying sound lulls us finally to slumber, but If the noise suddenly i ceases or changes in character, we awake and wonder what has hap- pened. To do our best work we should often run away from it. Consider not the time lost, but count It as well Invested, compounding in- terest and makipg us more capable of larger and loftier achievement. (c 1923, bMcClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Galloping Time. An old colored woman had stopped on the street corner to chat with an- other member of her race. Suddenly, as the town clock struck five, she started and exclaimed:, "Mah good- ness, tempua suttinly am fugltin'. Guess Ah'd bettah go on home count dem chlllern." IMPRESSIONS IlE introduction of a fresh object into a room, a new picture, a vase or a piece of furniture will frequent- ly arouse a dorumnt mind end stir It to mental wakefulness. The old, familiar things are quite forgotten in the presence of the late comer with its novel shape or color. If it happens to be comely, so much the better, fSr It xerts a more poten- tial power in stirring new thoughts. We all know the effect a bouquet produces In a dingy room unfamiliar with bright tints and sweet odors. The inmates of the house will pause frequently in their work to admire the flowers and poke their noses among them to Intmie the fragrance. An invalid will experience a new'in- terest In life In the presence of a freshly cut bunch of roses. Melan- choly thoughts vanish and the mind goes afield picturing green swards where the sun Is shining and the birds are singing. In-stead of the doleful tick of the clock, he bears the gurgling brooks, the tinkling bells of the herds in pas- tures and the rustling of quivering leaves. Under the changed Impression, the Invalld's whole mentality is trana- formed. Hope llv anew. He has at last found the "lost chord" and proceeds to take up the refrain and carry it through to the end. In mental life, especially, change of impression Is necessary. Those who think most, whose minds are constantly employed, whether they know It or not, need more changes. All chnge or transition of the thinking faculties from one state to another acts as a stimulus. The more pronounced the change, the greater the awakening effect. Painters lost for color harmonies, LITTLE DIFFERENCE TN THIS world there are more than la billion and a half people, most of them 80 per cent or more like you. They have eyes and ears and arms and legs. They need the same kind of food, and take the same kind of meth- ods to get it. They love and hate, and fight and quarrel, and laugh and cry. They marry and have children. They see the same sky and the same sun and the same moo and stars. They are subject to heat and cold and pain and sorrow. What chance have you got to rise above that deadly average? A very excellent chance, indeed. For 20 per tent of you is unlike that of the rest of humanity, and that 20 per cent is In your brain. --The head of Darwin and the head of the man who made his shoes were not so greatly different--outside. But they were tremendously different It is the difference betFeen you and the rest of the world that will lift you above the average--if you are to be fitted t alL If the difference la in your favor, It will count. And It need not be a reat difference.  ..... - i *'- ]if ,aork whfleche average ltn loaf you will surpass him. If you think while his brain is Idle, you will surpass him very rapidly. The disposition of most people to SCHOOL OAqS loaf, to idle, to cultivate bad habits, Is in your favor. If you do none of these th/ngs you cannot help stand out as an unmmai man or woman. , If In addition you eonSdously try to do better in all things than the vet'- ge, you will succeed In doing SO. Remember that out of that billion and a half there are only a few who will be your active opponents. Those few will give you real competition, but competition is the food that success Is made of. Be better than the average, Similar as you are to most men on the outside of your head. try to be different in,ida of your head. It will not be euy, but It will be worth doing. Man Natural Iml. For lmltalon is natural to man t-am his hl.aney. Man differs from o an'[mals particularly In thLs" that he is imitative, and acquires his rudl. merits of knowledge In this way; be. sides, the deligttt fit It b unLvernb- apptmrance atthe moment or to ears [mo! Cool 00ooLl about It compared with the greater calamity at home. "What can I do, Mrs. Penzte? I can't ask DICk to take me like this." "No, dear, you aren't going to." Mrs. penfleld put her hands on the glrl' shoulders and gave her a gentle shake _ IIIII IIIIP  I I I I I IIIII CHIEF DESIRE IS TO MAKE NOISE Qur ',Musl Irumm That A In Use AmonM the 8avage T in Afri When visitors of prominence tour Africa they are greeted .by the most amazing efforts on the part of a native band. One of the favorite instruments is a htige zyiophoue, many yards in length, upon which a score of blacks whack and bang to their heaH' co- tt. Those at one end pound small 4pfece of wood. which give out high notes, while pieces of consideral}te size A few empty It ;1 not our failures that ruin ; sible to extract all the liquid. Add but our fear and trdiness In mgklnlg to the Juice pint of sugar, the Juice lew beg.,lnga after failure. It Isn't the fact that you're down tl.t of a lemon and two orange& the grat. counts; it's how do you Utko itT ed rind of a whole orange and half of a lemon. Freeze until firm. Serve MIDSUMMER DISHES In cone-shaped helpings with soft custard poured around each cone. HIS Is the season when garden parties, porch parties and dinners Frl ot[ Carre st the country clubs flourish. It de- Steam three or four large carrots. pends upon the ideas of the hostess Gtte two medium-sized onions and whether the function be a breakfast, brown in a pan with one-h elf cupful luncheon, tea. dinner, supper or Just of butter, stirring them until they are light refreshments, of an even deep brown color. Cut A cake to serve with ices that l the carrots into slices one-fourth inch delightful to the eye as well as the in thickness. Add the ctrrots to the palate Is prepared from a rich white pan and cook ttl lightly browned. cake batter, baked in small oblongs or Dredge the whole with two tablespoon- eat into such shape, frosted with white fuis of flour, one teaspoonful of salt, frosting and decorated with stems of a few dashes of pepper and a cupful angelica cut into narrow strips, five to of Huh stock ; let the whole come to a six on each cake. pping the stem boil and serve garnished with lnced with different colored cordial drol parsley. which may be purchased in any conies- fir)we,, garden and thus the cakes ar named Flower Garden cakes. ( lSgl. Wttern Newsbaper union.) Four Frul Sherbet. Measure one pint each of sweet cher- Can Risa Above Circumstances. Idea, red currants, strawberries and "He who wills can do," said the an- raspberries. Crush the fruit with a cleat philosopher. Life itself Is large- wooden potato masher, add a pint of ly exercise of will power, rather than water and set over the fire until the the result of circumstance. To plead water is nearly boiling, strain the the latter Is virtually to confess weak. Ju'e, press the pulp as dry s pea- ae of ialnd d heart, : THE LONELY : By GRACE E. HALL I drum effects. As a rule the savage pre- fers something that he can bang, but any noise is better than none, In the east wild music Is played on pipes made of bmboo, while hollow gourd of various sizes iyrovlde the Airless suvage.with home-grown ,flutes, clarb nets and baSsoon. 8omettmea be will arrange them so that they form a kind of plane. He sits surrounded by a clr- cle of dried fruits, whose hollow skins give out high or low note& ccordlng to their size, as he taps them with his fin- ger sm ((. 192, by McC1ure Newpaper Syndate.) THE two men. lounging in :hairs upon tim veranda of Clover club, talked in undertones. All through the long June afternoon they had, Intermittently, ta]keG of Barlow lIartly, and his strange passing. Yesterday he had played golf wtth them; todaythere was no today for larlow Hartly. "There is, no doubt, a woman up In it," Jackson, the younger of the two, retteratel. The other man, Judd, did not s- awer. He contemplated the HERE are so many lonely! Per- ollve green awnlng that ahnost haps you do not know, the top of the bayberry hedge border- Or maybe you have never thought, as ing the veranda. on your way you go; Beyond the bayberry hedge lay Not all are gifted with the charm that road, black and shin/rig, and ove r tt wins your nod and smile, swept a sream of motorcars. Thought you might find a noble mind and then a girl's laugh or a lf you but paused a while, song, mingling with the of a hme robin, came to the two men Some grow by cultiwtion, but give upon the veranda. no hint or glow, After a hmg silence, freckles spoke Unless consideration some kindly agaln." "Hartiy had wealth and health frlend shall show;, and--and position. Only a woma Then, /ike the leaves of some new could" book, fresh pages they unfold, "IIartly was not mixed up in any And in surprise you analyze and find affair of that kindI knew Hartiyl" them purest gold. Jmdd tartly asserted. "I don't know"--there was a chela There are so many lonely1 You mre lenge in his grsy eyes as he turned ly know a few again to Jacksnn. "I don't know Just W2mse lives tnlgt broaden greatl$ how, why or when Hartly got his through kindness shown by you; of living and dying mixed up, but I do It need not cost in dollars--not much know this: The thing that happened in any line, happened because Hartly did ot have a friend--s real friend. Mere cordial tone can hush a moan, "No friend?" Jackson quettoned, like soothing anodyne. "He had more friends than" (( by Dodd. Me.d & Company.) "Yes." 3udd broke lnl " lnow th kind of friends he hadthe kind that you and ! have. Good fellows, doubt, but--" "But?' Jackson Insisted. 'Vell, II can't seem to find the 6   word for which my mind is--is grop. lngpehaps I can make myself ndep stood by---by telling you my own st "About ten years ago I had,  I a. sured myself, reached rope. I was thirty discouraged, disillusioned. stretched out before me like a 10g gray corrldor--a one-way pauage. ,i "I had in some way, without ing it, put a very high value on cheap things, and because these cheap ld slipped through my fingers ! see nothing before me but that gray corrldoT and the mysterious door wasting to close behind me. "It was an evening llke eveningwhen I decided to portals, of that mysterious door. lone among strangers. No one, myself, would greatly mind my gnE, But something, perhaps Just the ltw stinct of a wounded animal, to go away from the hotel where I wat staying--away from human habltatloL: "Toward midnight I found toiling up a hill a few miles outside tht' cry. Upon reaching the summit I tat" down, and before me, as before the eyes of a drowning man, there swea; picture of the pent--mother and homo and childhood friends; college, yo  manhood, a business venture, failUre--. and then thls---this blighting thing had made my life a burden. "Alone, under the stars, befo the mysterious door through bout to enter, I paused to pray.  s--'au'% a was not adece0tPraylng man,lmrdonbUt It on,y to .- f-- pr suming to enter that door unbiddes, A t You In the fllence I, lelt, but my lips werlt I},--o.---- BY RTHEL R. dumb---I had forgotten how to pray-,  DUU pRYSEP I how to talk to God. "With head bowed X kneltt You are afraid to 'try diving7  striving to find words for a rlOUYUM ! Mebbe their laughter wlU laugh you Into It and, therefore, it may do you some good. Yet diving to the land-lubber eer- tainly does look "dreadful". It takes a lot of good courage, pol- ished up to glistening point, to throw yourself on your head in. to water l You are losing a good time by not making this "head- way', but maybe if the laugh- era kep it up you will dive out of pique! 80 Your 0et-away here is: To puzzle out your rsaeens for fh 11 them, and die Ini Immmmmmmmmmmmmmma Our recent note on James Russell stream of thought that surged It. : tumbled throngh my mind. | then, ant of the silence, oqt of t night, tame the old, old comma : still and know that I am spirit of Truth within thee.' | "Like oil upon troubled warm" calmed i In some mysteriou way Truth had Indeed touched become vividly consciou --- new courage thrilled me. had come into my life, and I out upon a new vista. I thlnp for wMeh I had struggled w cheap things--cheap, pershablethl upon witch X had put a rtdieulouifl high value. Teen, in some way, out of turmoil and fret of  | hd folt Lowell's confession of"ineurable child- a golden line. hgod" has led a correspondent to sand "Before me Jll retehed'the oa us the following quotation from the way pelage with It mysterious letters of Franklin K. Lane: "Although bnt the passage now was dappled witlk an *aged man,' as I was once described sunshine, and there were plmSat IR, In my hcarint;, I am the youngest tle alcoves extending from lt-Bttl thing inside that I know, in my cut- restful Clover lubL where oe might osity and my truthfulness and my tarry along the way. tmablnatlon and my desire" to help and 4oar had lost its tet, ror, my bJlf in goodness and Justice." Boston Trensoript. Poise Plu. A North D Quincy street youngster listened the other day In silence to long, severe scolding, Then she said: walked alone, and the door, I felt ared, was Just the into another room. "And so, I say, pened to HartIy well, asw only the gray eotdor "Now, mother, you're aH nervotm atysterious door."- agtn."--Indlanapolls News. ffudd had finished. Xn the RE.CALL TH I"i1 'OV ANStRCP THAT NOT TACHf#f a veranda Jackson's cigar cmly the plaintive tall of a be the silence. , 8polled It. "You useu to heaven sent me to wife tearfully during their "And I say ao still---" Really?' she exclaimed, "Yes," he added coldly, "a| ishment."Boston Transcript, The Use Purple. a blue,- was used by hlgh by (}egree of use of mtou, He about 88 A. D, marter of, the