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AIDE OF MACMILLAN
 IS DEAD IN CALIFORNIA

BERKELEY, Cal, Feb. g. - Her. man G. Schwesinger, who was secrc. tary to Emperor Maximilian when the latter ruled Mexico, died at his home in Berkeley, at the age of IS years.
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TURKEY WILL TAKE A CENSUS
 OF POPULATION

AMSTERDAM, Feb. - For the
 first time in the history of Turkey complete census of the whole empire is to be taken. A German statistician
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Among the most popular fiction k the story about some people having more money than they know what to do with.
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War Bread Tor Sale-at the Broad way Bakery. Three pounds for 25c. M5.
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Extra good [ reel program
 l5c and BOG
LATEST HEARST PATHE
 NEWS NO. 94

War Bread for Sale-at the Seward Bakery. Three pounds for 25C. MI
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Watch for the Brown & Hawkins Weekly Economist Bulletin. If
Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1918-07-16
CREED WORTH LIVING UP TO
Man Who Wrote 1t Had Proper Appre-
citation of the Advantages of
Life in the Country.

If any country boy ever becomes dis
contented with his lot and thinks there
might be more opportunities elsewhere,
or better place to live than in white
farmhouse, let him read the creed COM
posed by Edwin Osgood Grover. The
lines might be pinned up on his bu-
reau, where he can see them the first
thing in the morning and the last
thing at night.
81 believe that the country, which
God made, is more beautiful than the
city, which man made; that life out
of doors and in touch with the earth
is the natural life of man.
II believe that work is work where
ever we find 1t, but that work with
nature is more inspiring than work
with the most intricate machinery.
81 believe that the dignity of labor
depends not on what you do, but on
how you do it; that opportunity comes
to boy on the farm as often as to a
boy in the city that life is larger and
freer and happier on the farm than in
the town; that my success depends not
upon my location, but upon myself ;
not upon dreams, but upon. what l
actually do; not upon luck, but upon
pluck.
81 believe in working when you work
and in playing when you play, and in
giving and demanding a square deal in
every act of life"
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APPEALS TO EUROPEAN EYES
Picturesque Island of Zanzibar Has
Charm Possessed by Few Other
Places in Africa.

The little island of Zanzibar is one
of the most picturesque places in AT
rica-one of the few places of the
dark continent that is picturesque at
all. That is because 1t is an old
historic island, with traces of van
ished peoples, accretions of old GUS
toms, memorials of forgotten events.
The greater part of Africa is primi-
tive, nature In state of nature, and
nature is magnificent, beautiful awe
inspiring; terrifying, but rarely pic
turesque. The latter is characteri-
zation of the works of man, which
comes to them with time. The frame
is what makes the picture, and it is
only man who builds frames.
The narrow streets of Zanzibar, the
massive caryen doorways, the stern
old houses, the time-worn markets, the
crooked, mysterious alleyways, the
riot of color and the. babel of tongues,
the still heat that throws over 1t all an
illusion of vagueness like play seen
on the stage, make a picture that will
remain fresh in the memory for years.
The island is set like fiuted emerald
in a green sea, with still blue sky
burning changeless overhead. In the
past Zanzibar was the home of all the
wonder and cruelty of the East, set
tied and harried by the Arab and Mos
lem traders from Egypt and Turkey.
Today it is British protectorate.
with a figurehead sultan, who spends
much of his time and money in Euro
pean travel.
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CHAPTER XVII.
Rosa.

'Look!" Jacket clutched at O'Reilly
and pointed a shaking finger. "More
beggars Christie! And those little
children!" The boy tried to laugh, but
his voice cracked nervously. "Are they
children, or gourds with legs under
them?"
O'Reilly looked, then turned his
eyes away. He and Jacket had reached
the heart of Matanzas and were facing
the public square, the Plaza de la Lib
ertad it was called. Matanzas ap-
peared poor and squalid, depressingly
wretched; its streets were foul and
the Plaza de la Libertad-grim mock
cry of a name-was crowded with a
throng such as it had never held in
O'Reilly's time, a throng of people who
We're, without exception, gaunt, list
less, ragged. There was no afternoon
parade of finery, no laughter, no noise !;
the benches were full. but their occu-
pants were silent, too sick or too weak
to move. Nor were there any romping
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Getting On in Life.

Someone whose hair was growing
iron-gray said: 81 am getting on in
life" His friend. who knew him
very well, had his doubts. He mis-
took getting on in years for getting
on in life. He was morally and spir-
itually just about where he had been
30 years before. Nobody gets on in
life except those that ACHE q spirit
ually. When boyhoods bad temper
persists into manhood, when one is ir-
ritable, disobliging, selfish, naughty,
proud, self-sufficient, immoral, goddess,
one should not talk about getting on
In life, even if one is as rich as Croe-
sus. To get on in life is to rise In
moral stature. 1t is to have a soul
big enough to love and admire without
envy, to be content with treasures Of
the mind, to set character first Of
all. The man who is "rich in faith"
gets on. The others drift down the
years, or accumulate great possess
siOns, but in the essential things, the
things of eternity, they are water
logged and stationary.
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"Such Nonsense" Exclaimed MIR.
Indigo.

their new home, lovely grassy nest
which they had built in a low bush.
And only a short time after this Mr..
and Mrs. Indigo Bird seemed quite
nervous. They twitched and trem-
bled and shook when they saw people
nearby.
"Cheep, cheep," they would say.
Then Mr.. Indigo Bird to make people
forget about Mrs. Indigo would slowly
and carefully, flying little distance
at time, reach high branch or top
most part of shrub and there he
would sing his very best song.
The song began bravely every time.
He sang at the top of his lungs, but
each time he sang the song his voice
grew weaker and softer towards the
end--just as though he had lost all
interest in the song.
But then he would begin again, sing
Ing Justify once more, and still another
time the same thing would happen.
For this is the way Mr.. Indigo Bird
has of singing! But still this time he
had great secret, and Mrs. Indigo
Bird had one too.
Back in the grassy nest were little
blue and white eggs, such precious
little eggs! Soon they would become
dear little Indigo Bindings and how
happy and excited Mr.. and Mrs. In
digo Bird were. The little birdlings
would soon come into the world then
they would learn to fly, after that they
would learn to hunt for food-and Ia
ter on they too would guard other lit
tie nests of blue and white eggs.
So Mrs. Indigo Bird dreamed on
through the months as she looked at
the little eggs. And so Mr.. Indigo
Bird thought as he sang so bravely
10 all the world.
1t was all he could do to keep from
singing, "Cheep, cheep, the little bird
lings, the little birdlings" But Of
course he was too wise daddy to do
thati Only that was the little song
which was singing in his heart, ana
his tiny breast fiuttered and beat as
he thought of those tiny eggs and of
all the joy they would mean to him
self and Mrs. Indigo.
Soon the birdlings came out Of the
eggs, and Mrs. Indigo whispered to
her mate. "Aren't they beautiful? Do
you wonder / wear old clothes? And
what dosthe gossips know" For Mrs.
Indigo likes her dull brown feathers
for she can't be seen by cruel people
who hunt for the eggs of little birds
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Know Them by Their LAUGHTER.

The far-seeing man with sense of
humor laughs in his throat In spas
modic little bursts. He looks before
he leaps. He takes a good survey Of
question before committing himself.
Neither laughter nor speech escapes
easily. He lets them out judiciously.
Those who laugh inside. shake their
generally a gooG-tempered sort, gen.
erous and aboveboard. But look round
the corner when you see the man COM
ing who swallows his laugh as though
it would defile his lips. If he is your
master he viii sweat you; if your par
ent, he will bully you; if your husband,
he will make you miserable.
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|. DADCNSEl[N|NG|
fairy TALE
~ MADN f,OAuhM RflNNrR
THE INDIGO BIRDS.

'T've heard them say" Mrs. Indig,
Bird commenced, shat you don't treat
me well, my DEAR.
"What dreadful thing for any one
TO say" Mr.. Indigo Bird replied en-
grily. show very terrible in fact I
How could any one say such thing?'
I'm sure l don't care" said Mrs.
Indigo Bird, "for 1 know better. And
besides the less one pays attention to
the idle words of other folks-the bet
ter one is"
"True words, Mrs. indigo, true
words ~
Now Mr. Indigo Bird wore beauti-
full blue suit-a deep, deep blue of the
most wondrous color and Mrs. Indigo
wore dull brown dress, with little
touches of blue on her wings. She
didn't seem to care how she dressed,
while Mr.. Indigo seemed to think
more of his appearance than of any
thing else.
He always looked so dapper and
stylish. She looked so dowdy and
dull!
'Why do folks-or birds-say that
don't treat you well2" asked Mr.. In
digo.
ITS this way" commenced Mrs. In.
digo. "They say that you wear all the
beautiful clothes and that 1 have to
have the old shabby things. And of
course, instead of knowing my reason
for my dull clothes, and my lack of In
terest in beautiful ones, they at once
say it is because you don't care for me
and so won't let nae have lovely feath-
ers ="
"Such nonsensei' exclaimed Mr.. In
digo. "Cheep, cheep, such nonsense"
he repeated.
Lets have some dinner and forget
all about it." said Mrs. Indigo.
"All right" said her husband, ''we
will"
They had a fine meal of seeds and
herbs and grasses, and for dessert they
had few insects. These they consid-
cred most deliciousi
Insects to the indigo birds are as de-
licious for dessert as ice cream and
cake would be for people
1t was little time after this that
Mr.. and Mrs. Indigo Bird moved to
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OReilly felt a sudden excitement
when Matanzas came into view. From
this distance the city looked quite as
it did when he had left 1t, except that
the blue harbor was almost empty of
shipping, while the familiar range of
hills that hid the Yumuri-that valley
of delight so closely linked in his
thoughts with Rosa varona-seemed
to smile at him like an old friend. For
the thousandth time he asked himself
If he had come in time to find her. or
if fate's maddening delays had proved
his own and the girls undoing.
O'Reilly knew that although Mstan-
zas was a prison and pesthole, a girl
like Rosa would suffer In perils inf
nitely worse than Imprisonment or dis
ease. 1t was thought he could not
bear to dwell upon.
Signs of life began to appear now.
the travellers passed small garden
patches and occasional cultivated
fields; they encountered loaded carts
bound into the city, and once they hid
themselves while column of mounted
troops went by.
O'Reilly stopped to pass the time of
day with wrinkled cartman whose
detected oxen were resting.
"Going into the city, are your? the
fellow inquired. STARVED out sup
pose. Well, It's as pleasant to starve
In one place as another"
jacket helped himself to a stalk of
cane from the load and began to strip
it with his teeth.
evil the soldiers allow Us to enter?'
Johnnie inquired.
"Of course. Why not? The old man
laughed mirthlessly; then his voice
changed. go back" he said, ego back
and die In the fields. Matanzas stinks
OF rotting corpses. Go back where the
air is Clean" He swung his long lash
over the oxen, they leaned against the
load, and the cart creaked dismally
on it's way.
1t Is never difficult to enter a trap,
and Matanzas was precisely that.
There were soldiers everywhere, but
beyond an Indifferent challenge at the
outer blockhouse, perfunctory ques-
ton or two, Narciso and Juan Villar
experienced no trouble whatever In
passing the lines. Discipline, never
strict at best, was extremely lax at
the brick fortinas along the roads, and,
since these two refugees were too poor
to warrant search, they were waved
onward by the sentries. They obeyed
silently; in aimless bewilderment they
shuff1ed along toward the heart of the
city. Almost before they realized it
they had run the gantlet and had
Joined that army of misery, fifteen
thousand strong. The hand of Spain
had closed over them.
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more than half glad of it. FL was
getting lonesome. / didn't know how
much I could miss you. But now we
must make some plans, we must have
an understanding and decide who we
are. Let me see-your real name is
NarciSo-"
"Narciso vilIar"
swell, then, I shall be Juan villar,
your brother. Henceforth we shall
speak nothing but Spanish. Tell me
now. what was our fathers name,
where was our home, and what are we
doing together?"
During the breathless interval be-
fore the shower the two sat with their
heads together, talking earnestly. AS
the wind came and the cooling rain be-
gan to rattle on the leaves overhead
they took up their bundles and set
out. The big drops drenched them
quickly. Their thin garments chung
10 them and water streamed down
their bodies; overhead the sky was
black and rent by vivid streaks Of fire,
but they plodded onward cheerfully. !.
Jacket was himself again; he bent
his weight against the tempest and
heightened his short strides to O'Reil-
ly's. He tried to whistle, but his teeth
chartered and the wind interfered, so
he hummed song, to drive the chill
out of his bones and to hearten his
benefactor. Now that he was at last
accepted as full partner in this enter
prise. it became his duty not only to
share Its perils. but to lessen its hard
ships and to yield diversion.
The rain was cold, the briers beside
the overgrown path were sharp, and
they scratched the boys bare legs cru
ely; his stomach clamored for COM
panion to that solitary sweet potato.
too, but in his breast glowed ardor
and pride jacket considered himself
fortunate persona very fortunate
person, indeed. Had he not found a
brother. and did not that brother love
him? There was no doubt about the
latter. for 0'Reilly's eyes, when he
looked down, were friendly and init
mate. Here was man to die for.
The downpour lasted but short
time, when the sun came out and dried
the mems clothes; on the whole, it had
been refreshing. When evening came
the vular brothers sought refuge in
an old sugar mill. or rather in a part
Of il still standing. They were on the
main calzada now. the paved road
which links the two main cities of the
island, and by the following noon their
destination was in sight.
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children. There were. to 0e sure. ,nss
numbers of understood figures in the
square. but one needed TO look twice
TO realize that they were not pygmies
or wizened little old folks. 1t was not
strange that Jacket had compared
them to gourds with legs. for all were
naked. and most of them had bodies
swollen into the likeness of pods or
calabashes. They looked peculiarly
grotesque with their spidery legs and
thin faces.
O'Reilly passed damp hand across
his eyes. "Just Heaven !" he breathed.
"She-she's one of thesei"
The reconcentrados overran Matan-
zas in an unclean swarm; streets and
plaZas were congested with them, for
no attempt was made to confine them
to their quarters. Morning brought
them streaming down from the sub
urban slopes where they lived, evening
sent them winding back; their days
were spent in an aimless search for
food. They snatched at crumbs and
combed the cutters for crusts. How
they managed to exist, whence came
the food that kept life in their miser-
able bodies, was a mystery, even to
the citizens of the city; no organized
effort had been made to care for them
and there was insufficient surplus food
for half their number. Yet somehow
they lived and fingered on.
At the time Of O'Reilly's arrival the
sight presented by these innocent vic
tins of war was appalling; 1t reused
in him a dull red rage at the power
which had wrought this crime and at
the men who permitted 1t to continue.
Spain was a Christian nation, he re-
f1ected; she had set up more crosses
than any other, and yet beneath them
she had butchered more people than all
the nations of the earth combined.
This monstrous, coldly calculating ef-
fort to destroy the entire Cuban people
seemed to him the blacklist infamy OF
ALL and he wondered If 1t would be al
lowed to succeed.
Fortunately for the two friends, Gen.
eral Betancourt's generosity served to
relieve them from any immediate dam
ger of starvation. After making a few
purchases and eating with the utmost
frugality, they began their search.
Later they stretched themselves out to
sleep on the stones beneath the portales
of the railroad station.
They spent horrid, narrowing night,
for now the general distress was
brought home to them more poignant
ly than ever. At dawn they learned
that these people were actually dying
of neglect. The faint light betrayed
the presence of new corpses lying
upon the station f1agstones. From
those still living. groans, signs, sick
mutterings rose until O'Reilly finally
dragged his youthful companion out OF
the place.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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ing sweet potato when a sound at
his back caused him to leap to his feet
in alarm. He whirled, then uttered
az exclamation of amazement. Seated
not fifty feet away was bare-legged
boy, similarly engaged in eating a
sweet potato. 1t was Jacket. His
brown cheeks were distended, his
bright. inquisitive eyes were fixed upon
O'Reilly from beneath a defiant scowl.
Jacket" cried the man. "What the
devil are you doing here"
"You goin' to let me come alongY'
challenged the intruder.
$50! You followed me, after said
didn't want your O'Reilly spoke re-
proachfully; but reproaches had NO
effect upon the lad With mild ex-
pletive, jacket signifed his contempt
for such a weak form of persuasion.
"See here, now" O'Reilly stepped
closer. Lets be sensible about this
But jacket scrambled to his feet and
retreated warily, stufing the uneaten
portion of the sweet potato into his
mouth. 1t was plain that he had no
confidence in O'Reilly's intentions.
Muttering something in muff1ed
voice, he armed himself with stout
stick.
"Come here" commanded the Ameri-
can.
Jacket shook his head. He made
a painful attempt to swallow, and
when his utterance became more dis
tinct he consigned his idol to warmer
place than Cuba.
"Fm a tough kid" he declared
Don't get gay on me-"
The two parleyed briefly then, when
satisfied that no violence was intended
him, the boy sat down to listen. But
as before, neither argument nor appeal
had the slightest effect upon him. He
denied that he had followed his bene-
factor; he declared that he was free
agent and at liberty to go where he
willed. If it so CHANGED that his fancy
took him to the city of Matanzas at
the same time O'Reilly happened to
be travelling thither, the circumstance
might be put down to the long arm OF
coincidence. If his company were dis
tasteful to the elder man, O'Reilly was
free to wait and follow later; it was a
matter of complete Indifference to
Jacket He had business in Matanzas
and he proposed to attend to it. The
boy lied gravely, unblushingly. New
ertheless, he kept a watchful eye upon
his nearer.
~very well,' O'Reilly told him final.
ly. 81 give in"
Jackets face instantly lit up. He
radiated good humor; he hitched his
body closer.
'By -! 1 get my own way, don't
If'' he laughed.
Indeed you do" O'Reilly laid a
hand fondly upon his loyal follower
"And don't mind telling you that I'm
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Value Eriendshin

Friendship is too precious, if It is
real to be lightly thrown away. The
time Will come, no matter how many
acquaintance you may have, when
your heart will turn to that deeper re-
lationship, and when nothing can take
the place of that voice you know and
the touch Of that hand that has cIasped
yours so many times. But 1t you have
deliberately given up that friendship
can you expect 20 call II back 70 yoV
at your will?
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Doc is Mans Friend.

However much or little the average
dog costs, he pays back to humanity
in affection, fidelity, intelligence, serv-
ice and companionship more than he
costs. This. all outside his value as a
creature, by his very presence among
men, cultivating the spirit of kindness
and humanity which man stiIl so sore
ly needs. The real dog lover puts no
price in dollars and cents on his dog.
He simply says: money can't buy
him."
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New and Valuable Oils

The results were recently announced
of an investigation into a series Of
oils prepared during the Australaslan
antarctic expedition. These materials
included sea leopard oil. WeddeH seal
oil and penguin oil. The oils have
been carefully examined In order co
determine their characters in compari.
son with commercial oils Of similar
kind. They were found TO be Of good
quality, and could be used Sd SOAP
making leather dressing burning. sEn
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Salegmanship

Every man has something to SELL
perhaps merchandise, possibly expert
ence, perchance work, mayhap Just
plain bluff. Anywhere, any time. man
has something; TO sell. We are all mer-
chants, brokers, bankers, iobbers,
hawkers. hucksters. From the clerk to
the cabinet from the buyer to the sell
err. from the regrater to the retailer all
men are concerned in craftsmanship.
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Eues With Eaa4

Mamma, has Mr.. Forbes eyes got
feet?"
Certainly not, dear" replied the
mother. But why do you ask"
"'Cause 1 heard Cousin Susie say
that Mr.. Forbes eyes followed her ell
around the room last night"
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soIIcitude.

ais Chuggins considerate of his FAM
ilyT'
81 should say so. There are times
when he seems to be almost as much
worried about his folks as he is about
his automobile
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still Keens IFS Hold.

"a ship isn't so dependent on its
anchor"
why isn't itP
Because If it Loses it it still keeps
its hold"
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A Born General.

Mrs. Exe-The cook and the janitor
have quarreled. What shall we do?
Exe-Recognize their belligerency
and take steps to protect our crock
cry, brooms and ash cans.-Boston
Evening Transcript.
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Truthful Edwin.

Edwin" said father to his small
son, who had been fishing all after
noon, "did you catch any fish,"
mo, sir" replied truthful Edwin,
"but l drowned lot of worms"
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Optimistic Thouobt

Riches do not exhilarate' so much
with their possession as they torment
with their loss.
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more than half glad of it. II was
getting lonesome. / didn't know how
much I could miss you. But now we
must make some plans, we must have
az understanding and decide who we
are. Let me see-your real name is