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(. .. a proof brayer. . drubbing at the hands of the North Deliciousin the cup. B721 has no equal for quality and flavour. ' ior a u have not tried Salada, send us a post card_ Eggsample, stating the price you now pay and if you â€"â€" Elli? THE MOSSBAC He Teaches the Rattle-Brain a Few Fine Points of Small- Town Newspaper Ethics. By WILLIAM DUDLEY PELLEY. s‘l’s PART IV. ' The boy tried to defend himself. His grasping fingers tightened around He struck out insane-l ly. The hairy man went down and was trodden underfoot. But in thmn- stant other hands laid hold of Joe. He, . was jerked abruptly in another direc-“ tion. He felt himself being lifted bodily. He went through the door on the bobbing heads and shoulders of the mass. “Get :1 rope!” cried hoarse voices. “Smash the hardware store window and get a rope!” I The next instant something hit the Dicks boy. His head seemed to ex- plode. There was a searing pain all through him. He floated, floated, float- ed gently away on a merciful cloud of darknessâ€"into oblivion. [ They smashed Jeff Turner's window! in a twinkling and unreeled thirty feet of new hemp. It was thrown out. A noose was slipped around the boy’s wilted figure. ! “The telephone pole! The telephone; pole!" The boy’s body was torn sud-: denly through the dust and dirt. Men' who had fared badly in the fracas, and‘ were maddened with pain and the de-- sire for revenge, caught hold of the end that shot in the air. Poor Joe Pictks! It looked as if he were done or » 1 Only Joe Dicks wasn’t done for. Through that frenzied, fightin , cursing, milling mellee came a bury figureâ€"the figure of a hatless and coatless man. And he was dong some? cursing himself. He was doing more: than cursin . He was fighting also! He was fig ting dynamically. And wherever he hit out, men and heads were giving way before him. Sturdin at his back came a second slighter and; more youthful figure. But size was immaterialâ€"the younger man was ac- counting for as many heads as the older. The secret of their progress lay in, their weapons. They were armed 'with 2 ball club's. They had laid hold of the tats that the Paris boys had left in; cur office years before, after an awful‘ l-‘oxboro nine. And the bats maul: ex-' cellent bludgeons. It is really sur- prising what a man can do with a ball club when he desires to get attention: and action in the centre of a crowd. “Stand back!" roared Sam Hod-â€" breathless red-faced, hysterical himâ€"‘ self. "What are you boys thznking of? It’s murder your committing, but you’re too crazy with excitement to. know it! You can’t lynch a man up! here in this country! The town won’t: stand for it! Back out of the way there! Give i'. to 'cm. Pinkie! Lam- basi their etcrnul doylights out and. teach 'em common sense and coolness: and reason!" Through the great riot plowed the, fig ting editor, leaving a wake of but? tcrcd and bruised and bleeding human- ity behind him. Straight through to Joc- Diok's limp and unconscious figure with the halter about its head he clubbcd his way, and sccurcc the boy with his one frcc arm. . “I‘m a pom-cable man!" he mun-d. “I'm a pcuccnble mar. and generally known as something“ of a mossbnck. But I ain't forgttten how to go: law and order and justice. Burrows! Jam-l ison! Barncs! Wniermunf \tht do you think you're doing?" And hel swiped at four young men who stoop-i ed for the rope attached to Joe Dick’sl neck. Thcrc is nothing that will bring :11 mob to its senses quicker than calling; its individual members by name. It fixes responsibility for the damage; afoot. and when responsibility begins; to be fixed the mob spirit immediately. subdue-s. Lifclong habits of morality and obedience to law and order rc-, assert themselves. l Still hurt and hysterical. but \omcv what cowcd and sullen. they permitted the “fighting mossback“ to secure the unconscious boy firmly. Sam dragâ€" ged the young cditor back across the street, across The car tracks and the curb and the wall... He swung Joc around and dumped him in on the floor. of the "Telegraph" office. and pulled; the door closed. Tinll he turned and faced lbc crowd. llut the scrap wns over. in li\'id:1:.'. mischch makers had been recognized. and panic seized them at tin: rctri‘uiâ€" tiou that might follow. Tilt-y scattered. The râ€"i‘izor stood png‘nm-iously in his use Black, Green or Mixed Te ‘terest that haven't an ' louizi from the things lira: «lg _ " ' 21. Address Salada, Toronto it own doorway, his clothes half ripped. from his torso, his bronzed cheek bleeding from a gash near one eye, his knuckles swollen and battered. “The cowards!” he cried. “The cowards! And I was just getting ready to fight!” . He turned when he saw the danger was over. He stepped back inside. and laid his club or. the exchange table. “Half a dozen times in the past five years {I’ve been on the point of throw- ing them war clubs out.” he said. “Now I know what they’re good for. They beat editorial firearms all hol- low!” All night long. on a bed in Sam Hod's house up on Walnut street, the Dicks boy babbled senselessly and the little wife cried outside. Then, at noon of the next day, Sam entered the bedroom to find him sobâ€" bing like the fatherless, friend-less, and altogether pitiful 'lad that he was. The editor smiled sadly. He swung over a chair. “Feeling better, sonny ?" he asked. “Narrow squeak you had! Hope it won’t happen again.” “Oh, what’ll 1 do? What’ll I do? They’ve wrecked and ruined my paper. My money’s all gone, and I haven’t even got a job to support Nan and the ba‘byâ€"" “Sure you’ve got a job, sonny. On the ‘Telegraph,’ my boy. You see, I want a boy to go around this town and collect locals. I want someone who can write bright and spicy little items of human interest for the ‘Telegraph’ and liven up its prosy old columns. But it’s got to be someone who can watch out for and write stories of local in- gaff in them to jab into human fol s and leave a little hurt, and youâ€"" “But meâ€"me for that job, after what’s happened?” “Certainly you for that job, sonny. Why not? After what happened I, couldn’t get a better man if I traveledl a thousand miles and searched a hunâ€"‘ dred years. What’s happened has vac-l cinated you sonny~vaccinaied you against being rambunctious and imâ€" pertinent and given to any more fits of literary indiscretion. It’s been a tough lesson, sonny, but I think you've- lcarned itâ€"” ,- “But the town won't stand for me!”[ "Oh, yes, they will. I've had-.Mainy Street cleaned up and settled mostly" for the promiscnus damage. I've had your shop straightened outâ€"the damâ€" age, outside of some smashed desks' , and spilled type, doesn’t amount to a great lot. You can offer the place for sale, and reimburse me after you get your money. The town’ll stand for you if you go to each man whose pr0-‘ perty suffered or whose feelings you're hurt, and tell him you're sorry‘ and apologize like :1 man and showi him you did it all through misundch ancc wheels for those who would make the world over in a day and do a rushed and badly bctchcd job. “I've run a little papcr in a little town for over a quarter century, sonâ€" .ny, and I've learned that going: care- ‘fully and making sure I'm right about 'things and bcing considcrntc of other folks's feelings. and printing only thing: I'd like to scc printcd about mysclf if conditions were rcvcrscd, is [the course that pays best in the cud. 'Now, how about it. sonny? Do you lwant to come back and take that job ?" I l l thing. “All rightgthen it's all settled," an-1 nounced the old editor. Leaving the thoroughly chastcncd boy alone with his girl wife, whose eyes were shining through her tears, Sam passcd out of the room and the house, and walked leisurely down to School Street. to report a local for that night's “Telegraph.” He wrote it himself: Miss Angelina Lasher, who has made friends by the hundreds during her long term as a successful school teacher in our town, is convalesxcing very successfully from a recent indis- position at her home with Mrs. Eben- ezer Mathers on School Street. Then he heaved a sigh, lighted a cigar, and turn-ed to his list of “Acâ€" counts Receivab‘le" to learn where he could collect eighty dollars’ worth of bills to meet his pay roll on the fol- lowing afternoon. ”This business is just one thing after another," he commented bitterly. (The End.) 0', o Home. Home's not merely four square walls, Though with pictures gilded; Home is where affection callsâ€" Filled with shrines the heart builded. has Home! Go, watch the faithful dove Sailing 'neath the heaven above us; Home is where there‘s one to love! Home is where there’s one to love us! Home's not merely roof and roomâ€" It needs something to endear it: . Home is where the heart can bloom, Where there’s some kind heart to cheer it. What is home with none to meet, None to welcome, none to greet us? Home is sweet, and only sweet, Where there’s one who loves to meet US. :H‘ Minard’s Linimen-t Relieves Colds, etc. .0 o Forbids Poppy Cultivation. The cultivation of poppies in Tunis has been forbidden by the Government and the destruction of the wild poppy plant decreed. But the Dicks boy couldn’t say any“. He turned in at Mrs. Mathers’ gatcy dam' , hung and l I Mystery. One of the most ilnpl‘csuyo spiriluul farts Ol‘jhc opening twcnlicih century is [ho vastnevs of human iezumuxncc. For. just humus“ m: likinzl :15 u whoh‘ has lcurncd so much. mun us :1“ indi- vidual has so much to learn; and we have so grcully Witlé‘lZO’l the llm't< (if our collectivo knowledge that curb of us finds it difficult to fill any common measure of the inforinzllion of others. in this Confusion and chaos of possible intellectual ncquiremout the chief masterful assertion of the intelligence ,is‘ to recognize how limited and iuconr petent it is. Stupdity limmves it knows, trumphnntly proclaims that it knows, nets with wild. blind fury on the boundless ignorance that it mis- takes for knowledge. intelligence is icaulious, quiet, looks in front, behind and about, before it takes a step, ad- mits that every day it is learning new ‘views, seeing new lights, old convctions, cannot and will not not until it gets some idea of the full' bearing of its action. l Intelligence goes further and reach- lcs its greatest achievement in trans- forming lgnorance into mystery. The difference between the two is not a ‘difference of fact but of attitude. Ig- norance is hateful, painful. torment- ling. Mystery is one of the most [beautiful things in the world. Instead ,0r rebelling against our universal ig- :norance, of crying out for final, in- stantaneous, clear-cut truth. we must learn to enjoy the perpetually renewed wonder of life. We must be on the Watch for the sweet surprises that await us daily. New secrets are being unveiled about us. New, strange re- sources ot the natural world, new hid- den powers Of the spirit, spring up constantly to refresh and rejoice us. Columbus and the great explorers of the sixteenth century discovered ioceans and continents, but there are {deeper oceans and wider continents to be traversed in the unsearched re- gions of the soul. ‘ And as the aesthetic correlative of [mystery is wonder. so the spiritual {correlative is reverence. Once show us how ignorant we are, and we must be humble. Make us feel that with .our greatest efforts we can but touch the hem of Truth’s garment, and our ‘souls must be purified and simplified. In the face of mystery we must drop our vain conceit and selfâ€"assertion and be ready to look, listen and learn. even as little children. ‘.._..___ o C Cork Substitute. An excellent substitute for cork is now obtained from turf, which, treated by a newly invented process, furnishâ€" es a material for insulation and build- ing purposes quite equal to cork. The product is said to be equally light, firm and damp-proof as well as sound- proof. standing and thoughtlessness and inâ€"; experience. They‘re very human folk, in this town. If you've learned your: lesson and confess your missicp, a‘ hundred bands will be extended to help and guide you. iiE‘CElUSL' all of us make mistakes, sonny. All of us doj thing's. at liner that \"c’rc sorry for aftcrwurd and wish we could undo. Al hczirt ordinary small-town folk are lenient and forgiving and sympathetic and easygoing". Thc perwrn who dcâ€" clarcs to the contrary lnsn'i livcd long enough among" them to got down to~ ihe bed rock and the hard pan of human nature and know them thorâ€" oughly. The Dicks boy was humbledâ€"71cm- ribly humbled and ~1<hamcd und poni- tcnt. "And i culled you a n21)S\ivnl‘l(l” he said. 1 "Well. maybe I am a nimsback. But it‘s better to bc :1 mussbm-k than u i‘attlebruin. any time. sonny. After all, come right down to it. and what are mossbacks? Aren't they mostly ipeoplc who have g‘onl- through a lot‘ ‘and learned to makc hastc slowly. and be cautious and long-headed und givcn ‘to looking at :1 proposition from all‘ sides before being willing to plunge uhcad‘.’ Aren't the}; folks who have ‘ aid for their ex ericnce with money" . or shame or bitter cxpericvcc, and learned to distinguish the i in ‘l ‘ file in. . All of u n'n'.r court? All of us gather :l . as we grow older. sonny. ,cool down and go slower uni think : before we act. There have to run backs in scriety. sonny. to act ' 5 '.u. v A. _‘7._ , .. 3.-.,” \, {or his nonâ€"rcsuh-sfss \ipiagzne watcenp'auth hnqi inst- _fi,,~3.,. ‘ 'S‘portrman' Orient 430.1; modifying; Vim we was Nipiuon 'I'mpilgj c'onnpgitcd Repreren tot i ve cones ALT LAND SALT Bulk Carlots TORONTO SALT WORKS c. J. CLIFF . TORONTO A Cheery Place. The weary wrrldi: :1 cheery place, For those wih hearts to win it. Thank God. there's not a human face But has some laughter in it. The soul that comes with honest mirth, Though health and fortune vary. IBrings back the childhood of the: ; earth And keeps it sound ind merry. l ;A busy, bonny. kindly place ‘ Is this old world of ours, For those who work and love apnea And fill their hands with flowers. To kind and just and grateful hearts The present grace is given, To find a heaven in themselves And for others make a heauen. k. Growth of Titles in England. The eightleth Peerage. just issued, shows a great in- crease in titled names in England. There are 81 new peerages, 162 new baronetagcs and some 1.800 new knightages recorded. More than 30,- 000 names have been added to the lists of the various orders of knight-- hood. The Order of the British Em- pire accounts for 24,000, and its num- bers are so great that the editor of Burke’s is publishing a special hand- book dealing with the order. The war is responsible for this tre- mendous growth of titles, but Burke’s. which began with 400 pages in its first edition ninety-five years ago, has grown steadily, until it has reached 3,300 pages in this edition. 0 oâ€"__.._. o Dolphin Fast Swimmer. The dolphin is said to be the fast- est swimmer in the seas. It has been observed to dart through the watel at a speed of twenty miles an hourl and it is often seen swimming round and round a vessel which is sailing at its highest speed.‘ - Unfortunate Query. Ali English story tells of a merchant finding his clerk on the floor looking dazed and battered. "What's happened?" he inquired. “An Irishman came in for an over- coat and I asked him it no wanted on ulster," replied the vanquished one. oâ€"â€"_. 9 «march Llnlment For Burns. Eta Wflfl a WH'Jerrup offercmton - DA. winner" of‘ l92O CNQihield 33 ~“ Mn! ~ lmf-y,3,â€"‘$2«42 .24; ' Neil M? Douqall and 3 Specimen.” of Brook V'lâ€"roul ’ ' the lower OF which if VMr. Jerrupr which captured. the 'Fropliq~ edition of Burke's. ~\.,.