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BELTON EVENING NEWS
The
Awakening
B/ MINNIE M. TOWNSBND
(Copyright. 1Í18. by the McClure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)
*"By, Myrn, I'll be lute for lunch, but
If you get hungry don't wait. Molly
won't mind warming mine over."
Myra, comfortably settled In the
easiest chrlr of the sitting room, lazily
waved u slim white hand to her
mother's cheery good-hy, and turning
toward the window watched the lively
little body cross the street and Join
several other dear mother people on
the corner. Myra laughed scornfully.
"I'm surprised at mother; such a
motley crowd, tall, short, fnt, lean,
rich and poor."
Myra. however, failed to take note
of the one connecting link among the
women. Each one carried a huge sew-
ing bag and everyone from old Mrs.
McPane's worn brown lining mon-
strosity to the wealthy Mrs. Van
Raton's creation of satin and ribbon
was overflowing with its burden of
brown and gray yarn and partially
finished garments for Uncle Sam's
soldier hoys.
Myrn yawned ami turned lazily to
a hook In her lap, but somehow she
rould not get interested. A coming
party was uppermost in her mind and
she was having rosy visions of her-
self In the new satin gown which she
had ordered Just that morning. She
was wondering If she could get slippers
to match the delicate hue of her dress
material, and If she had better have
her hair done by a hair dresser or trust
to her own nimble fingers to get just
the correct amount of wave Into the
glossy strands of bronze. Pleasant
reveries were Interrupted by the In-
sistent peal of the telephone bell.
Her eager greeting of her dearest
chum wns cut short In horrified dis-
may.
"Cut out the party? Surely, yon
must be mistaken, Dora—why I or-
dered my dress today. On account of
the war? My soul. This old war makes
me tired. I don't see what this country
got into It for, anyhow. I wish to
goodness I lived In a warless age
.. . . What's that—make comfort
l>ags Instead of dance? Well, of all
the nonsense. No, I won't help. It
makes me tired. No, I said, Dora.
'By."
Myra returned to her easy chair,
pouting dreadfully. She caught up the
book she had tried to read and flung
It to a far corner of the library table.
Her childish spite thus appeased, she
slumped down Into the luxuriant
depths of the chair and sulked herself
to sleep.
Her brother awakened her later by
flinging the morning newspaper Into
her lap. Myra turned lazily to tho
woman's page and read the fashion
talk first. Then she skimmed the love-
lorn letters and read the next chapter
In a thrilling serial of love and ad-
venture. That digested, she turned in
a bored fashion to the Jokes.
One or two rather scandalous head-
lines caught her eye, but as far as the
remainder of the paper was concerned
it might Jurt as well have been blank.
Her brother finally turned wistful
eyes toward the feminine heap In the
eusy chair.
"AwfuY, Isn't It?" he Inquired glum-
ly.
Myra surveyed him lazily. "What's
awful, Bob?"
"Didn't you read the war news?" he
asked sharply.
She grunted In disgust:
"I should say not; I hear enough of
the old war. Why. Just think, Bob,
they've postponed our club party on
account of the war, and I ordered my
dress—"
"Myrn!"
There was a new note In her broth-
er's voice. She glanced up quickly,
and the expression on his face made
her get slowly to her feet, her eyes
wide and questioning.
"Don't you dare talk like that," he
continued, huskily. "An old party—
and real men dying for their country
and for right. Read that."
Mechanically she took the sheet he
held out to her and glanced over It
carelessly, as though a cursory look
would reveal the cause of his pertur-
bation. "Do you mean this, Bob? Why,
It's only a list of the casualties," she
said, reprovingly, as though such a list
could be of no special Interest to them.
"Only! Read 'em, I said."
Duinfounded, she read them down
Suddenly she stiffened, peered closer at
the printed sheet and then turned In a
bewildered fashion to her brother.
"It can't be he, Rob; why, Bert was
only a boy—Just a boy—he can't be
dead."
"It Is true. He was only a boy, but
he died for his country, while you—
hate to give up an old party."
She did not heed -the reproof. Star-
ing at the familiar name, she was hark-
ing back over the year to their high
school days. Albert Blake had gradu-
ated In her alass, Just barely acquir-
ing the necessary points to let him
pass out Into the world with a diploma.
Back Over the years she slipped. In
the grammar grades he was a big, over-
grown tease. Too silly to be really
popular, he had laughed his way
through the grades. The feminine pop-
tlon of the school had always steered
clear of him, as wherever a Jolly, ftood-
natured face shone there was always
to be heard the squeal of a hair-pulled
lasa.
Myra's ejre* were misty as «he re-
membered the boy. Suddenly she
brightened. Across memory's page
was coming a long-forgotten incident.
Ttjf vjie u<'"
mired the lud and forgot his mucfrbe-
f reck ted countenance. Wie turned ani-
matedly to her brother, uuxlou* to telj
him of this one worth-while thing Bert
hmi done In her presence.
"Bob, Bert did have a brave nature,
even though perhaps we didn't realize
It at the time. I remember one beauti-
ful summer day, when he and I were
going home from school together. We
were crossing a swampy field over a
narrow path. Suddenly a risty, little
green snake reared its bead Just ahead
of me In the path. Horrified, I squealed
my loudest. Bert, who was chasing a
butterfly just in back of me, hurried
near to see what the trouble was. I
suggested that we step aside and let
the reptile go Its way, but Bert em-
phatically said no, the younger chil-
dren were coming Just behind us and
they, too, would come across the snake.
Though I remonstrated, boldly he took
heavy stones and crushed the menac-
ing creature before the other children
came along."
She paused remlnlscently, and then,
as if some sudden understanding bad
taken possession of her, her eyes wid-
ened and a new light came Into their
dark depths.
"Oh Rob. I never thought about It in
that light before, but what Bert did
that day was what he tried to do when
he enlisted, wasn't It? It's j'.ist what
all the soldier boys are trying to do—
make tills world safer for those who
come after. I see It all now. Oh what
a selfish creuture I've been! Oh Rob,
I—I—"
Sobbing, she turned shamed eyes to
her brother, and he, boyishly caught
her against his shoulder and patted her
tousled head comfortingly. After she
had quieted down a bit he arranged
the chair pillows about her In a some-
what embarrassed fashion, and then
stood before her eager eyes, asking the
question which his parted lips were
shyly refusing to do.
Myra sensed the situation Immedi-
ately. as she looked up Into his face.
She sighed a bit woefully, but there
was real bravery In her voice as she
said wistfully:
"I know what you are aching to ask,
Rob, seeing that I hnve been the ob-
jector until now."
"Until now—does that mean that
you consent. Sis?"
She nodded, though It cost her a
brave effort.
"Yes, I couldn't say otherwise now.
Rob. Uncle Sam needs every young
man, and—and Bert's place In the
ranks is empty."
"Thank you, Sis, he does need us,
every one, and I've wanted so much to
answer the call. I know mother'll be
glad."
An hour later, when Mrs. Crane en-
tered the house, smiling happily with
the thought of a morning well spent, a
distinct odor of scorched potatoes
crept up her nose. Hurrying Into the
kitchen through the sitting room, a
surprising sight met her eyes.
Molly, supremely unconscious of
burnt potatoes, was busily superintend-
ing the cutting out of a big red cross,
while Myra's untrained fingers were
clumsily following instructions. The
boy. whistling happily, was gathering
tip the remains of tnn silk, from which
the dainty sewing bag, hanging across
the chair arm, had been cut.
At a glance the mother knew that
something unusual had happened, and
burnt potatoes and everything else
were forgotten until she heard the
story of the casualty list and how It
had awakened the heart of her daugh-
ter at last.
With her arms about her daughter,
the mother's eyes looked over the
bronze tresses and smiled bravely,
proudly at her son, who was soon to
be one of Uncle Sam's soldier boys.
WHEN PLINY VISITED BELGIUM
Great Roman Has Left Us an Inter-
esting Description of Country
as He Saw It.
Pliny, the learned nnd Industrious
Roman naturalist, who perished In the
eruption of Vesuvius, 70 A. D„ visited.
In the course of his duties as an offi-
cial of the Roman empire, the heroic
country which we call Belgium. It Is
interesting, comments the Protection-
ist. to recnll his description of this
country.
"There," he wrote, "the ocean pours
in Its flood twice every day, and pro-
duces n perpetual uncertainty wheth-
er the country may be considered as a
part of the continent, or of the sea.
The wretched inhabitants take refuge
on the sand hills or in little huts,
which they construct on the summits
of lofty stakes, whose elevation Is con-
formable to that of the highest tides.
"When the sea rises thejj appear
like navigators; when It retires they
seem as though they had been ship-
wrecked. They subsist on the flsh left
by the refluent waters and which they
catch In nets formed of rushes or sou-
weed. Neither tree nor shrub Is vis-
ible on these shores. The drink of the
people Is rain Mater, which they pre-
serve with great care; their fuel, a
sort of turf, which they gather and
form with the hands. And yet the un-
fortunate beings dare to complain
against their fate when they fall un-
der the power and are incorporated
with the empire of Rome!"
Schwab's Only Political Speech.
"I have only one political speech to
my credit," says Charles M. Schwab In
his article, "The Shipbuilder's Job."
In the June Forum. "It was made over
at Bniddock thirty years ago when I
was young and Impulsive. I urged the
election of the Republican ticket. Aa
a consequence, or a fact, the town
went Democratic for the first and only
time, I believe, since the Civil war."
View of Muscat.
TO THE world the Persian gult
Is an unknown water, a land-
locked arm of the sen where
slave trading, gun-running
and piracy survive as legitimate occu-
pations, with a coast of towering cliffs
and desert wastes where yellow sands
rise In waves and float In stifling
clouds of heat—a region whose ob-
scurity and perils guard and screen
mysteries and romances that date
back to the beginning of mankind,
writes Louis A. Springer In Asia. To
the European statesman, however, the
Persian gulf Is an Issue fraught with
deep significance in the struggle for
world commerce and power In Eastern
politics.
The traveler after leaving Aden and
rounding the Ras-el-Hadd feels that
he Is truly departing from the beaten
lanes and entering a land that lies
burled In a world of Its own. The un-
friendly coast, range upon range of
high hills without a sign of vegetation
or life, seems to raise a barrier against
the mysterious Arabia beyond. In a
recess of the cliffs, and so securely
hidden that you do not catch a glimpse
of it until the ship suddenly points
Its prow to the nnrrow entrance of Its
harbor, lies Muscat, the first port.
Two towering rocks, crowned by the
ruins of old Portuguese forts, stand
sentry on either sloe, and below, built
close to the sen wall, is the town.
Few places have a more picturesque
situation nnd none could present a
more enticing picture than Muscat's
compact mass of little white houses set
In the azure of an eastern sky and re-
flecting in the shimmering waters of
its harbor. But unfortunately for the
foreigners who try to live there few
places havfe such an appalling heat, a
heat which a Dutch traveler described
as "so Intense thnt it burned tlie mar-
row in the bones, the sword In Its
scabbard melted like wax, and the
gems which adorned the scabbard
were reduced to coals."
Muscat Once Held by Portugal.
Muscat wns one of the first towns
of this region to fall to the western
conqueror. In 1506. Alphonse d'Albu-
querque began here the peculiar sys-
tem of domination, religious persecu-
tion nnd colonization undertaken by
the Portuguese In the time of their
naval supremacy. They held Muscat
against all attempts at capture by
Arabs and Turks until the middle of
the sixteenth century. The forts
above the town, n line of fortifications,
and a cathedral remain as evidences
of their occupation.
As the capital of Omon, Muscat is
supposed to belong to the Ottoman em-
pire; hut, like other gulf provinces,
it Is necessary for the Turk to come
nnd get It if he is to hold It. As he
lias failed to do this, Muscat Is In
reality ruled by Its own sultan. While
Muscat is not n political dependency
of the Rrltlsh empire as Is Aden, It is
practically under the suzerainty of the
Indian government. This was brought
about early In the last century, when
It wns believed that Napoleon was
about to seize Muscat ns a base for
attack upon India, through a treaty
of which one of the stipulations wns
"thnt the friendship of the two states
may remtiln unshook to the end of
time, and until the sun and moon hnve
finished their revolving enreers."
Muscat has, however, proved for
years n constant source of trouble to
the British, by being the headquarters
of supplies for the persistent and
cunning gun-runner. Through the pro-
visions of an old treaty certain Euro-
pean nations hnve the right to ship
arms arid munitions to Muscat. There
they are purchased by unscrupulous
dealers, loaded upon dhows and land-
ed upon the coasts of Persia or Balu-
chistan to be transported by caravan
Into the interior of Asia. Through
this source arms and ammunition
reached the Africans of the Red sea
coast, the Afghan army and every
Afghan with money enough to buy a
rifle, the Hill tribes of India nnd Per-
sian and Arabian revolutionists.
Along the Arabian Coast.
From our steamship we catch a
glimpse now and then on the Arabian
coast of low whlte-walled, tile-roofed
houses clustered around a minaret.
On the opposite const Is to be dis-
cerned a forlorn little town built upon
the ruins of the grrnt trading city of
Task. n< .« wr.3 t'.j f!1j of the first
English factory on Persian soil, built
In 1017, and here the wires of the Indo-
Europeun telegraph line, after travel-
ing overland from Karachi, disappeur
under the waters of the gulf, to reap-
pear 500 miles away at Rushire to
complete their long Journey to west-
ern Europe. The shlmal, the dreaded
wind and rain squall of the region,
suddenly settles down upon the vessel
and seems for a time about to drive It
upon the rocks. But as suddenly as
they came, the thick, black clouds lift.
As they roll away thore appear ahead
a rocky promontory Jutting northward
out Into the sea and behind it rising
to the height of 7,000 feet from the
waves that pound at Its base the
mighty unscalable rock of Musendnn.
It towers a gigantic citadel built by
nature guarding the entrance to the
gulf.
The low. crescent-shaped coast, of
which the vessel Is abreast, Is broken
here and there by cliffs rising sheer
out of the sen. Behind, rise range af-
ter range of reddish hills, and far In
the distance the shadowy peaks of
South Persian mountains. The water
Is studded with Islands, some scarcely
more than rocky pinnacles, others rich
In the green of tropical growth nnd
showing minarets and mat roofs of vil-
lages. Here In this green bend much
of the modern history of the gulf was
made. Here after the capture of Mus-
cat came Albuquerque to continue his
conquest In the name of Portugal, and
following him the Dutch. French and
English In their early struggle for
Eastern dominion.
Built on Ruins of Ormuz.
The only port of entry Is Rander
Abbas!, once the stnrtlng point for the
grent caravnn trade to Shiraz and
southern Persia, now a sorry Utile vil-
lage with n shore line of stone and
mud structures that may In the past
have been defenses but are today
merely screens to the poor buildings
behind them. Rut Bander Ahhasl, old
and rugged as It looks. Is built upon
the ruins of nnother town, ancient Or-
muz. Its crumbling piers and founda-
tions of public buildings nnd palaces
show that Ormuz must have been n
place of Wealth and Importance. It
was nt least a prize worthy of fre-
quent raids of Tartar horsemen, raids
so frequent thnt the Inhnbltants rath-
er than suffer their wealth and trade
to be thus imperiled moved their town
to an island four miles from the main-
land.
The enstern const is rough ami for-
bidding; the cliffs drop In sheer preci-
pices of hundreds of feet nnd the
shore waters are strewn thick with
dangerous reefs nnd hidden perils to
the seaman. Nature generously aids
Persia in keeping her secrets and hold-
ing the veil of her excluslveness.
There Is no port of large vessels until
Rushire Is reached, near the head of
the gulf. Bushlre Is the largest town
and the most Important commercially
of the const.
Visit Your Parents.
If you live Iti the same place, let
your steps he, If possible, daily a fa-
miliar sound In the old home. If you
are miles nwuy—yea, many miles away
—mnke It your business to go to visit
your parents as frequently as possible.
In this matter do not regard time or
expenses; the one Is well spent, and
the other will be even a hundredfold
J repaid. When some day the word
] reaches you, flashed over the tele-
graph, that your mother Is gone, you
will not think them much, those hours
of travel which at last bore you to tin
loved one's side.—Exchange.
We Need Self-Confldenee.
The more friends we possess who
have faith In us, the hotter. There Is
something wonderfully Inspiring in the
atmosphere of confidence. Bt If every
one else goes back on us, be sure that
the friend within keeps his faith and
trust In us. We can better do without
the encouraging words that come to
us from outside, all the inspiration dun
to the faith of our friends, than wo
can dispense with self-confidence.—*
Olrls' Companion.
JUSTA
LITTLE
IT DEPENDS.
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"Should a man go to college after
fifty?"
"Well, lie might pass muster nt ten-
nis, but a man can't expect to do much
In baseball or football at that age."
Forceful Reminder.
Your trouble —never let 'em
I Matin I) your mental ease.
Bat liow can you forget 'oni
When the grip «erai makes you eneeieT
Prisoner In Doubt.
Lawyer—I can't tell Just now wheth-
er you should plead guilty or not.
Prisoner—Why not ?
Lawyer—Well. It depends upon cir-
cumstances.
Prisoner—Well, what 1 would like
to know. Just for my own curiosity, la
whether I committed the crime or not.
—Life.
Yes, Jim, Until You Kick In.
Jim—Your wife does know how to
dress, old man. You huve to hand It to
her for thnt.
Tim—Yes, and also foot the bills.—
Cartoons Magazine.
Sweet Innocence.
Author—I have books in my library
Mint cun be found In no other library
in the world.
Cílrl—Of course your own works are
all there.
A Coincidence.
Mrs. Hill—Heading Is my hushnnd's
greatest passion.
Mrs. Park—My husband Is affected
In th esntne way every time he read
a bill from my dressmaker.
The Man for the Job.
The (¡eneral --Your records are kept
In a very slovenly manner. They are
nil muddled up. Who has charge of
them?
The Aid de Camp—My orderly, sir.
His Only Trouble.
"1 don't see why you call Jackson
stupid, llf says a clever thing quite
often."
"Exacjly. He desn't seem to realize
that ft siiotihl be said only once."
REGULATION BRAND.
Ono Result.
"Why do yon persist In letting that
fako doctor treat your wlfa's throat?"
"Doctor's all right. Aha can't apeak
above a whisper now."
TRvOIM
Floorwalker- Did you huve a good
time on your vacation?
Dolly Dimples—Did I have a good
time? Say. it was a regular circus. 1
got engage *' three times.
Floorwalker—Sort of a tbree-rliif
elrcus, eh?
Too Numerous tc Mention.
We've ratted the rash In vartoui «raya
We did the trick with pride
We've got to *o ahead and ralee
A lot of thin** heatde.
An Alibi
"This scenario writer works for •
firm that floods the market wltjj
wretched photoplays. Yet he denier
•hat lie Is a hack."
"What docs he call himself?"
"A literary adviser."
"Well, he may get away with thai
on the ground I hat his adTlea !■
taken "
THE
CONSERVE SUPPLY OF FEED
Greatest Economy In Feeding Grain
During War 8hould Bo Prac-
ticed by Dairymen.
(Prepared by the United States Depart-
ment of Agriculture.)
National necessity during the war re-
qulres the greatest economy in thu
feeding of grain to live stock. Human
beings must be fed first, yet milk pro-
duction must be mulntuined. That
does not mean thut our duiry cow*
should lie starved or even that they
should he required to live on half ra-
tions. This Is the very time they should
be fed, and well fed. In order to main-
tain sufficient supplies of dairy prod-
ucts for our own urmles and the armies
of our allies, und still have enough for
our civilian |Kipulatlon. In order to
feed the dairy herds well, with the min-
imum of grain, substitutes must be fur-
nished for at least part of the grain.
With a good pasture during the entire
summer and with rich corn silage and
first-class legume hay for winter feed-
ing, good dairy cows will yield a heavy
flow of milk at a minimum of cost
Clover, ulfalfa, cowpea, soy bean, velvet
bean or other legume hay, when fed
with good silage, will maintain a me-
dium production of milk at a relatively
low cost. Under ordinary farm condi-
tions it Is not to he expeeted that
legume hay will take the place of the
entire grain ration, but If It Is substi-
tuted in part, large quantities of grnlo
will be released for human food.
The flrst step In bringing this condl- '
tlon about must be the planting of more
legumes, and the sooner it Is done the
better It will be for the Individual
dairyman, as well as for his state and
nation. Every dairy farm should pro-
duce, when possible, at least one ton
of legume hay for each cow on the
place. '**<9"
Fruits and green vegetables are
canned so as to supply succulent and
palatable foods for the family during
the winter. Succulence Is Just as es-
sential to cows as to a human being.
The abundant milk flow obtained from
June pasturage probably la due, to a
large extent, to the succulence of the
grass. Silage provides succulent feed
during winter when pasturage Is not
available. With silage In the ration,
dairy cattle can be kept In the condi-
tion of health common to animals on
pasture. The digestive system of n
cow Is well suited for the utilization
of large quantities of green grasses
and other conrse, succulent material.
Silage Is palatable, and no other feed
will combine so well with dry hay and
a little grain to produce maximum eco-
nomical results.
The preservation of the mature corn
crop or the saving of one which for
any reason must be harvested beforn
maturity by placing It In silos Is de-
servedly Increasing In popularity.
About 40 per cent of the total food ma-
terial in the corn plant Is In the stalks
and leaves. When only the ears are
harvested nearly one-half of the crop
Is lost; on the other hand, when the
crop 4s put into the silo the losses are
very small.
No feed crops can be so successfully
harvested under such widely varying
conditions us those thnt are put into
the silo. Only In case of drought or
frost Is It neeesBory to rush the filling
of the silo; rain or dew on the forugv
does not injure the silage.
PREPARE PASTURE FOR COWS
««ood Feeding and Protection Krom
Storms Are of Utmost importanca
—Cool Milk Quickly.
(Prepared by the United States Depart-
ment of Agriculture.)
Nothing is gained by turning dairy
cows into stalk fields or on to pasture
during tin' early spring months. Pro-
tection from storms und good feeding
are of the utmost Importance If the
Cows are to lie kept from losing flesh
•r from falling off In milk. Much
damage will lie done also to pastures
it' th«*y are tramped and cut up while
they are wet nnd before the grasses
huve gotten well started.
A small patch of sorghum should be
planted In u rich spot near tlie burn
or pasture as a safeguard ugulnst a
shortage of pasture In the early sum-
The War Has Brought About a Great
Demand for Better Dairy Cattle.
mer, due to drought. Plan to plant a
large enough acreage of corn or sor-
ghum to fill a silo. If planted early
the alio can be filled early. In readiness
for use during the eurly fall, when the
pasture may be short.
Now that the warm days are here
every farm should arrange so that
milk can be cooled as soon as drawn
from the cow, unless the cream W to
he separated with a separator. Cresm.
as soon as separated or skimmed,
should be cooled and kept cool tratll
churned. Quick cooling of the milk
Insures more rupld and more com-
plete rising of the cream. Cream Wpt
properly cooled remains sweet tai
produces a better grade of batter,-
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