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The Washington times., 1913-11-22
Sheet Lead Gasket
Aid to Carburetion

Carburetion may sometimes be helped
by substituting sheet lead as a material
for manifold gaskets. instead of ashes
tos. The reason is that lead is a much
better conductor of heat than asbestos,
and hence some of the jacket heat
warns the manifold and consequently
the incoming mixture. If the manifold
Is cold, while the Jacket near it is
warm. and the studs to which the mani
fold is bolted are warm, the fitting of
a sheet lead manifold is likely to i'm
prove carburetion in exactly the degree
that the manifold is warmed by the
neat from the Jacket. OF course, the
lead. gssket should he very carefully
fitted to prevent leaks, and should be
made of soft sheet lead.
The Washington times., 1913-11-22
Weight About Alike.

There is little to choose as TO weight
in comparing the teams. Yale has the
edge for average weight by only L frac-
ton of pound. The average weight
of the Crimson is las pounds and that
of the blue lis ell. Harvards line ay-
erages lS3 against IFS 5-7 for Yale, but
the blue line showed stronger aginst
Princeton than did Harvard. The
Crimson backs average ten pounds
heavier than Yale's.
Ideal weather from the spectator $
point CT view, prevailed today. 1t was
fair, but the sprinS-like top was not
cut out for approval from the huskies
who will stage the battle.
Harvard mas two heavy over-hanging
traditions to break down if it ex-
poets to walk away with the tussle to-
day. Never since 1915. when the first
game between the two universities was
played, has a Crimson team come out
victorious in two successive years. Har-
ward won last year, 20 to 0, so, accord
ing to all prccedents, they are due for
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As the day advanced the temperature
rose and the crowds sweltered. The
sun beat down on the winter garb of
the enthusiasts. causing the greatest
discomfort The temperature was
around 70 at noon and still rising.
The Washington times., 1913-11-22
HARVARD FAVOR|TE
OVER YALE ELEVEN
Continued from First Page.)

of the station were choked with hu-
manity. There was a rush for break
fast, an investment in colors or a PEN
nant, and the great throngs then set
tied down to wait for game time and go
over the dope. -.
Hope of the Crimson.
This grand old nothingness favors the
Crimson. The official chiropodists as
sured inquirers that the toes of Eddie
Mahan and Charles Brickley were in
the best possible working order. AS the
best bet for a Harvard victory rests on
this pair of toes the chiropodical an
nouncement brought great relief to any
who might have felt a doubt
Many bets were made today that
Harvard would not score a touchdown.
Yale admittedly has a wonderful de-
fensive team. The blue line looks bet
ter than the Crimson. In the oack-
field Harvard has the edge. Mahan is
u great open field runner and punter.
Brickley Is likely to shoot over goal
from field from most any point and IT
is for these two men that Yale will
watch. In Wilson. Yale has one of
the greatest open field runners in the
game. He IS a wonder at running back
punts. Knowles is reliable punter
and in Guernsey the blue has the man
who will be stacked mp against Brick
ley in the attempts At goals from the
field
The Washington times., 1913-11-22
Captain Is Suspended
And Publicly Scored

Suspension for six months on haif
pay, with public reprimand. was the
penalty imposed today upon Capt Hcr-
ace B. West. of the Revenue Cutter
Service, by the revenue cutter court ae
Arundel Cove. Nd, for neglect OF duty,
violation Of the Secretary Of the Treas-
ury's regulations. and conduct unbos
coming an officer and n gentleman
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New York Curb Market.

Furnished to The Washington Times by
Hartman & Co.. New Ysrk: G. B. Chipman
Manager Local Branch. Colorado Building.
The Washington times., 1913-11-22
Must Pay Duties.

Mrs. May Van Allen Thompson, wife
of a New York banker, must pay duty
on valuable importations of clothes ana
Jewels, entered at Boston, under
ruling of Assistant Secretary OF tne
Treasurv Hamlin today, although she
claimed to be a foreign resident
The Washington times., 1913-11-22
Newborn Infant Found
Dead By StrangIing

strangled and with an old stocking
tied about its neck, the body of a new
born male infant was found this morn
ing In Cox's alley, D street, between
Sixth and Seventh streets northwest
The body was in a small wooden box.
There were no marks on the box. and
no clothing that would give the slight
est clue ID its identity. 1t was taken
to the morsue- Tie police were unable
TO tell whether the child was white or
-olored.
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calmly, announcing his defeat and re-
leasing her from all ties.
Afterward, he had set stoically 10
work, straining every nerve and brain
cell to its capacity in the futile effort
TO give the lie 10 his own self-knowl-
edge. The result was inevitable.
His first failure was followed by
repeated others and he had finally
thrown down his pen and yielded
himself grimly 10 the sodden grind Of
a clerical desk in one of the big rail-
road offices.
All ambition was dead within him,
and though the only thing in life he
his for the asking, he vowed solemn
ly TO forswear II until he had proved
himself deserving.
Berringer was sitting before his
desk, tracing eccentric designs on the
blotter-pad and staring into space
where the events of his youth lined
themselves.
He thought with a little sigh of
the letter the girl had sent him in an
swer OF his own. Every word stood
forth wildly in his suddenly sur
charged imagination.
lmpelled by some incomprehensi-
BILE impulse to open the old wound.
he took out his KEYS and fitted one
OF them into the lock of a secret draw
er. The compartment yielded easily
70 MS pressure, and after 20 wears he
looked again on the things that had
oeen dear to him in his youth
Ihere was a packet of letters and
a bulky envelope containing the rem
nants OF his one great hope. He drew
them ont with sort Of timid rever-
ence and sat for a moment turning
them over in his hands, a poignant
] return Of the old bitterness making
him hesitate momentarily to 20 fur
Their
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Eleanor bent forward eagerly, her
face radiant Are you anybody's
guardian but miner" she asked breath.
lessly.
Mr.. Bob was leaning back in hii
chair, his eyes closed and his cigar
dead in his fingers.
No" he said, mo Eleanor"
Its my turn" and the happiness
in the girls voice would have arrest.
ed any mans attention.
i love a man who used to come &c
my house when was a little girl anc
bring me dolls and candy. He woule
take me up on his knee and tell me
the most beautiful fairy stories in the
world"
There was a little hutter of asher
as Mr.. Bob's cigar dropped on tn,
floor.
I was the happiest thing that drew
breath when he sent me on the day o
my debut party boxes and boxes o
Violets and lilies of the valley. Thel
are my favorite flowers and l though
Il hoped that he cared for me.
He is big, an intellectual giant
men say, and Just now, am wonder.
ing how could ever have expected
him TO love me. l was engaged Il
Dick because I thought that maybe
when he asked me-the man MANAGES
my worldly interests-he would not
give me up to Dick Now, will /
have to ask him to marry me?"
Eleanor felt herself lifted to, her
feet and her head tilted so that Mr..
Bob could look straight into the
depths OF her eyes.
DO you know what you are saw.
ing? Are you TESTING, Eleanor?
love you. Now you have a strons
mans secret without having had "a
shear his hair to get it. Who is this
man you love, Eleanor"
"You-always Just you" came the
smothered answer.
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lnr AT once Have you any choice OF
Insane asylums?"
Fred Hackett had motored down TO
ais brothers "gentleman's estate" for
brief visit, and was talking with
Ne siHter-in-law.
Erred Hackett was always falling in
ove. Sometimes the At lasted "a
hours, and on two or three occasions
Z had gone to SO. He took himself
lor very serious young man. and
I hurt his feelings that no one else
Id"
say, back here about two miles is
rhine house and farm" he said to
he sisterin-law.
irYes?"
House stands on a hill"
1T does"
"Staving-looking girl lives In the
1ouse that stands on a hill"
Just so"
s Staving-looking girl is to be seen
Reding Leghorn chickens"
q Yes, sometimes"
81 And I've fallen In love with that
ar and am going to marry her.
y Forget it,"
a Never, I tell you I'm hard hit. You
&now her, do your"
b Why, I know of her. Her father
an insurance man named Franklin.
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the table, of course?"
Eyes, and ground food and pre-.
pared food and peppers"
That's enough to win out on. I'm
TO go back in a day or two and te,.
her what the Leghorners feed them
on"
But you were never in Leghorn."
But I've been in Fall River. ami
it's the same thing"
''And you claimed to have a flock
Of chickens yourself, did you2"
Had TO-"
Suppose the young lady had asked
where you kept them?"
Il was already to answer in Cen.
traf Park"
Fred Hackett, you'll come dow
with very large bumpl" was the
prediction of the sister-in-law, based
on what she thought she knew of her
own sex.
Does one woman know another bet.
ter than a man does? No.
Music. poetry, moonlight, babbling
brooks, setting suns, Joy or sorrow
will create bonds between human, be-
ings Anything else? Nothing but
Leghorn chickens.
+ At Mr. Hackett's second call he was
invited to sit on the veranda and dis.
cuss Leghorns.
At his third he was invited to SIT
in the parlor and discuss Leghorns.
At his fourth, Leghorns rather TOOK
a back seat. and at his fifth the white
chickens went to roost entirely.
At the end of the three months he
whispered the words engaged" in his
sister-in-law's ear, and as she looked
at him in a puzzled way he exclaimed:
Irene Leghorns- told you sol
We are to be married six weeks
hence! Leghorns-love-luckl Say
you and Tom are back numbers OF
the getting married business"
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! asserting his manly rights.'

ly asserting his manly rights"
But have always felt that /
wouldn't marry him and I didn't
want to have any bitter memories"
A quiet, triumphant light beamed
suddenly in the shrewd gray eyes of
the lawyer
Il am glad, Eleanor" he said. that
you are keeping the flower of YOUR
youth white for the right man, when
ever he comes. Why did you ever en-
ter into an engagement with Dick?"
Il am sorry that you asked me
that. / don't like TO appear mean and
small in your eyes, but was fat.
tered and pleased with Dicks gener.
GUS wooing and just allowed my
] self 70 be engaged TO show another
, man that l was desirables in some-
body's eyes at least, and" concluded
Eleanor with a rueful little laugh. II
had all my trouble for nothing for
the other man didn't even notice"
That sounds as II you had fallen
IN love, Eleanor"
"Yes, Il sounds that way" she an
swered automatically.
Suppose you let me take you to
the opera tonight! am not so old
that / have forgotten the gallantry
due a pretty woman"
60 home with me and let's talk in
stead, II you are really willing to
give me one of your valuable even
ingsl"
Il am glad that you are not going
to marry Dick" said Mr. Bob as they
crossed the snowy pavement to his
car. Il thought you loved him and
that was the only reason did not
try 10 interfere. Are you sure. per-
fectly sure. that you don't love Dick
now?"
YES" Eleanore replied quickly.
dick has no ability and II he didn't
have money, he couldn't make any. I
] always measure men by you since
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for your hour of triumph-and mine
when you come to claim me.
Alice"
For a brief moment, Berringer held
the yellowed sheet to his lips; then
suddenly thrust il back into the pack
ct with a gesture Of self-contempt.
What right had he-a failure-to
desecrate him-as she surely must by
now-she could not despise him as he
did himself
He frowned as he picked up the
manuscript and snapped the rotten
cord that held IT, The seal on the
envelope was still unbroken-after a
score OF years.
He smiled cynically in anticipation
of the polite printed slip Of regret
that doubtless reposed between the
sheets just as the editor had placed
it a couple of decades ago
A strong impulse rushed over him
to toss the whole thing into the fire
but an equally potent one OF curiosi-
ty assailed him to look inside once
more-and he broke the seal.
A blur of penscript confronted him
He gave a little start, lifted the let
ter with shaking fingers and read:
MY Dear Mr.. Berringer-You have
handled this subject in a mastery
manner-nothing short Of il. We pre-
dict a big success for your book and
intend to spend a small fortune in ad-
vertising it,
However, we are somewhat puzzled
"a bit isappointed-over the ending.
II seems hazy. incomplete. We are
quite certain that you can readily
remedy this defect and will willingly
do so under persuasion Of the as
sured sale We foretell for your work.
We accordingly return the Ms. for
your correction.
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I'm the event that you do not wish
to be guided by your counsel in the
above matter we will consider the
matter closed. Otherwise, kindly
communicate with us at your earliest
convenience.
"Hardwick Brothers,
Publishers.
"(per G. Md "
Berringer read the letter three
times, laid it down-picked it up and
read 1t again. What a fool he had
been to throw the manuscript aside
without even opening it.
He recalled wildly the day it came
back. his bitter disappointment, the
blank future that doomed before him,
the thought of her. Twenty years of
hopelessness and gloom and some
times despairl
And now it was too latel Was IL?
He sat up suddenly in his chair. His
heart throbbed heavily with excite
ment.
The publishing house was an old
and reliable one. The same editor
was in the chair Without even leav-
ing his seat he drew up pen and ink
and paper and dashed down a hasty
line, Enclosed II with the bulk Of
manuscript. sealed and addressed II
to Harwick Brothers. Publishers. New
York.
It was a weary month of waiting
and hoping and fearing that followed;
period Of alternate ecstacy and de-
preston.
The long-looked for letter came at
last. Berringer opened it dazedly
dreading to look inside. But he pull
ed himself together sharply and un-
folded the cracking, typewriter
sheet
The editor remembered the story
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ready-w-h-ewl"
She closes her eyesr' joyously ex-
claimed the girl as she danced
around.
"She does, Miss Franklin, and let
me congratulate you on possessing
one of the very few iocks of pure
Leghorns in America"
Thank you. l shall be prouder
than ever Of them now"
And now about the feed" said Mr..
Hackett as he put on a wise look.
But please tell me what you feed
yours?"
"Um. Uh. must look up the writ
ten instructions they gave me in Leg
horn and copy them off for YOU"
Il shall be so grateful 10 you'll"
Well? queried Mr.. Hacketts sis
ter-in-law, as he returned with a
grin on his face.
Il told you I'd do it."
You haven't been to Franklin's!"
Il have"
You didn't see Irene!"
Had a long talk with her"
II can't believe it."
But you must 1t was about Leg
horns"
But how one earth do you know
anything about Leghorns?"
Saw 'em at the chicken show a
few weeks ago. Say. you've got TO
help me out"
IF you've been lying to that girl"
But there was no lying. mean
there was no such lying as that cor
respondent up in Connecticut sends
in to the daily papers every week or
two. You've got hens here What do
you feed them on?"
But they are not Leghorns." was
protested
Its all the same thing. whether a
hen came from Leghorn or Kalama-
zoo. You feed them the leavings Of
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hencel" laughed the sister-in-law.
Not quite a full day, o, false
prophetessl As soon as call there
tomorrow she'll have a feeling that
I'm the man / felt It in my bones
when / started out that / was going
TO meet the girl who'd change my
whole life over"
With that the subject was dropped.
The sister-in-law regarded II as one
OF Fred's impulses, and he had some
planning to do and went out for a
walk
He had a plan all perfected in an
hour, but nothing was heard OF It I'M
III the next morning, when he had or
dered his auto around.
whittier goeth thou. Fred?" asked
the sister-in-law.
ITO make the acquaintance OF nv
future bride"
You don't mean you are going to
Franklin'si"
That's what ! mean. may not
be invited into the parlor, but / shall
see Miss Irene"
But how? What excuse will you
maker"
Leghorn chickens, my dear. Best
excuse in the world. Without the
Leghorns should be in doubt. With
them l am a sure winner"
"But-but--"
Tell you all about It when / get
back. Delays are dangerous in cases
of love. Some other guy may get to
the Leghorns first"
Luck may or may not occasionally
help out man OF cheek, but she's a
sure friend Of man OF nerve.
She had Fred Hackett roll up to
the Franklin house just as Miss Irene
came out to feed her cherished Leg
horns a late breakfast. He descend
ed from his auto and entered the
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"oh no. but it might make you un-
happy"
1T couldn't make me any unhap-
pier than l am now. You deserve ev-
erything good that life can give and
It seems so cruel that you should be
denied anything A poet has said.
Mans love is Of mans life a thing
apart, but it wouldn't be a man like
you, Mr.. Bob"
You are forgetting your own hurt
IN sympathy for me. That is how a
woman's instructive mother feeling To
comfort helps her bear persona
sorrow better than a man can under
the same circumstances. There is not
a time when I can force myself to
forget"
Does the woman love your"
NO, that is why I have never had
the courage to ask her to marry me. -
You have never told her that you
love herr"
NO, never"
Why, maybe she loves you, Mr.
Bob. A woman doesn't carry her heart
on her sleeve, you know"
i knew this woman when she was
little girl" said the man reminis-
Gently. / watched her grow to wom-
anhood with many men to love and
court her There was no place for
me- She regarded me as a kind,
good-natured old fellow in whom she
could confide. That was all. Some
day shall be asked to give in mar
riage." Mr. Bob's voice was soft and
low and there was the mellow sound
Of music in It.
i shall feel her arm tremble with
in mine as we advanced to meet the
man she loves. Then when have
given her up to him. my arms will
drop at my sides, useless and forever
empty because Of her. cannot be
her guardian then"
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grounds and approached her. cap in
hand.
Somebody to see father" she mus
"or a book agent"
"or a windmill man"
mo, he's IA"
Excuse me, madam. but saw your
Leghoras and just had to stop for a
moment. They appear to me to be
the true breed"
20, they are" she found herself re-
plying as she received HIS card and
held II without looking at the name.
did you import them?"
NO. but ] got them from person
who did,"
Il hope he's reliable bought my
flock right in Leghorn, so as to be
sure of the breed. It's shameful how
some Of these alleged fanciers have
imposed on the unwary"
But ! don't think ! have been
swindled."
II sincerely trust not" said Fred
with a shake Of the head to signify
that he had his doubts.
But half a dozen people have told
me that they we're the true Leg
horns"
Yes, they look 10 be-"
But If you have the true Leghorns
can't you tell?"
20, yes. Do they lay every day."
yes, most Of them, and the eggs
are so white and clean that I want to
show you one"
She ran off TO the kitchen TO fetch
an egg, and while she was gone Mr..
Hackett winked at himself and said:
Not bad for a beginning, Ell? I
she'll bless the Leghorn forever more"
Miss Irene returned with three very
white and good-sized eggs and held
them out TO view with:
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distinctly; he was returning II unde,
separate cover with detailed instruc.
tons as to the exact line of correo.
tons he wished made and was mora
than ever eager to have the privilege
Of putting out such a powerful work
OF fiction
The paper slipped from Berringer's
nerveless fingers. For a little while
he felt blinded by the great good news
that had come to him.
Then gradually the chaos Of his
mind cleared and his thoughts beean
to disentangle themselves for con-
certed action. Alicel The dominant
thought was OF her. for her.
= A thousand miles lay between thor,
and II that were all But sunnoeo
she had ceased to care, to BELIEVE in
him-to wait, as she had promised?
AT least he could write and tell bor
OF all his triumphs-and in a Wool
ne would know the worst, or the best
Her answer came almost before he
mad expected 1t. He had no dif6cn1tV
IN recognizing the delicate ro.,n5
characters on the back of the envs.
lope, and his pulses gave an eaes,
bound as he glimpsed the daint,, eoIS
monogram on the flap. She was sill
Alice Rutledgei @''''
Her gentle words fiuttered TO his
heart like doves of peace.
Dear:
Through all the years that hava
come and gone have never ceased
TO hope and believe. The dav that
have been waiting for has come ana
am waiting now for YOU.
am inexpressibly glad of vour
victory, but infinitely gladden. that Won
Will come 10 me across the chasm OF
faith-kept years
"As always.
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ALWAYS==JUST YOU

father died. / remember he said to
me one day, Daughter, never marry a
man who can't make living. If he
has money, he may lose it. To tell
you the truth, Mr. Bob, Dick has been
getting on my nerves. He was always
somewhere around"
That objection would only have
held until you we're married" laugh
ed the lawyer.
Il can't believe that you are Gym
ical at heart. You say things like
that because you want TO cover up
your real thoughts and sentiment
from too curious world"
"Why?"
Il don't know. Nice womanly rea-
son TO back up my assertion, isn't
it?"
They had reached the girls home
and after chatting with her mother
for a while, they sat down to warm
comfortably before a big open fire in
the library. Mr.. Bob, as Eleanor
called Robert Ogden, had been her
fathers partner in the law firm and
1t had been at the older mans re-
quest that he was made Eleanor's
guardian
Why" he asked, watching Eleanor
narrowly, why do you think that
am not cynical at hearth"
Because you have shielded both
mother and me from every bit OF care
since father died"
That was my duty. Your father
helped establish me in my profession
when / was young man"
Many men forget to feel or to
show gratitude. / know OF poor. sick
little children, that you have taken
10 the hospital and cared for at your
expense. No man TO whom a child
appeals is really cynical"
That" he said. lis charity. and
charity In a cynic is not an impossi-
BILE or unknown characteristic"
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I am always worsted in an argu-
ment with you, but / am not always
convinced" laughed Eleanor Then
seriously, I have often imagined that
you loved somebody who died or went
away from you"
you needn't put It in the past
tense, for the only woman 1 ever
loved still love. can't tell her
about II. 60 after all am willing to
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slant over the family inscribed words.
Then he drew a deep breath and de-
voured them with starved eyes:
Dear Boy;
Your letter containing the news Of
your failure has reached me. / am
sorry, you Will never know Just how
sorry, Arthur. For I know that the
best Of you, the whole Of you. went
out in that one supreme effort And
! belieVe in you. dear
You are right in your determina-
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But if they should turn out not to
be true Leghorns!"
Il can decide that point in one
minute. Please catch me one. Now
then, her eyes are wide open. If they
close up when l blow in them you
need no longer doubt. It's a test
they told me of in Leghorn. All
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an by his side It must come to you
through unremitting toll And il will
come.
success for its own sake, in bring
ing one fame is no very great thing.
and as such do not crave it for you.
But desire that in a mantle man
/ love-which makes him break down
every barrier to attain IL.
Some day you will come 10 me
with laurels on your brow. and / shall
be waitine-even into eternity dear