of these notes. Look for changed address in August number.

Yours fraternally,

MRS. FLORENCE P. PIERCE, Grand Secretary and Treasurer, 2021 Longwood St., Walbrook, Baltimore, Md.

Providence, R. I., Local No. 4.

June 18th a meeting of Local 4, Div. 35, was held at the home of Sister Emma Welch, Auburn, R. I., and seventeen memhers and two children were in attendance. All officers present, Sister Mehring, general chairman, presiding.

The regular business was transacted, and a committee of three, Sisters Couant, Joslyn and Vanderbeek, were appointed to assist, by request, a committee from Div. 35, O. R. T., and help perfect plans for Memorial Day, July 12th.

Sister Clara A. Wood was appointed as local correspondent.

Seven new members have been added to our membership since the May meeting. Our charter will close July 11th, and we hope for the largest list of charter members in the history of the Ladies' Auxiliary.

On August 20th we meet with Sister Callis, at Touisset, at 2:30 p. m., and we hope that all will come early and enjoy a long afternoon near the shore.

MRS. CLARA A. WOOD, Local Cor.

Southern Pacific, Local No. 18. "Judge O'Neill's Day" and Grand Rally of the O. R. T. was held at Mojave, Easter Sunday, April 12th. It was an open meeting for the brothers and sisters and their friends. About fifty were present in all. The meeting was undoubtedly the largest and best ever held on the San Joaquin Division, Bro. O'Neill being the host.

The meeting began at 5 p. m. and lasted nearly three hours. I am glad to say that the Ladies' Auxiliary was very well represented, and both the O. R. T. and the Auxiliary were themes of discussion. Sister Blume made an address on the meaning and benefit of the Auxiliary, and Bro. Manion, the Fifth Vice-President of the O. R. T., made an excellent address on the same topic, in addition to his address to the brothers.

I am sure that the ladies present who were already sisters will work with renewed interest, and those who do not yet belong will soon be welcomed among us. After the meeting all partook of an excellent six course dinner at the Harvey House.

Upon returning to the hall each lady present was presented with a pound box of chocolates. All enjoyed a social good time until 2 a. m., when their trains were due to carry them home.

I wish we might have such a meeting every time and see the good-fellowship and brother and sisterhood shown that was shown at this meeting.

I hope that every sister will consider it her duty to boost for the Auxiliary. Educate those with whom you come in contact daily and bring them to see what the words “Organize” and “Unionism” mean. Bring them to see of what vital interest it is to them.

Although we are not actually engaged in working to better the schedules, yet the working conditions affect our happiness and comfort. Therefore we should lend all the encouragement possible.

The brothers are lending valuable aid in this work, and I surely wish to thank them. The brothers on the "San Joaquin Division" have adopted the motto "Solid San Joaquin for 1915." Let us see if we can not make that mean a "Solid Ladies' Auxiliary" also, but not on the San Joaquin only, but on entire Local 18.

I shall endeavor to find some sister on cach division to act as local chairman on that division, in order to better keep after the nons. I ask the hearty co-operation of all in this work, that we may build up our local to the highest standard.

I am, indeed, glad to welcome the sisters who have joined us recently. Let us all work harder than ever before with the idea of solidity in view. Keep the wheel turning and be a booster.

I would like to see a write-up from Local 18 in the journal each month, and would be glad to have all the members contribute. Send me your items so they will reach me not later than the 10th, and I will get them in order and send them to the Editor.

W. E. BLUME, General Chairman.

P. R. R., Local No. 21. Our last meeting was held at Sister Thompson's house, Camden, N. J., and it was held in due form. Sisters Thompson, Maurer, Hitchner, Albertson, Nightingale, Coles and Austin were present. Business was transacted in due form and everyone seemed to take hold.

It was unanimously agreed that we thank the brother O. R. T. men for the nice entertainment given us on May 28th. We thank the visiting sisters for their encouraging remarks and hope to have them with us again.

We have an invitation to come to Local 16's meeting, and we are going to try and do so later, possibly about September.

We expect to hold our next meeting on August 26th, at the house of Sister Maurer, Elwood, N. J.; take Train No. 255, leaves Broadway, Camden, at 7:46 a, m. All wel

come.

Come, brothers, let us have your wife's application at once; it will put us in a position to have more such affairs like the one on May 28th. Talk to your wife, get her to fill out an application; she will like it once she attends a meeting.

We are glad to report a few new members. We have promises of four more; hope they come in July. CORRESPONDENT.

Northern Pacific Ry., Local No. 24. All Members:

Comparative statement for the current term, just issued by Sister Maude M. Graham, general secretary and treasurer, shows that nine new members were admitted during the term. While this number may seem small, it is very encouraging, in that it demonstrates that we are moving forward and that with each new member added we are gaining new workers and new incentive to work.

I desire at this time to urge each individual member to become active in the work of adding to our membership. Do not leave this work entirely to your general and local officers, for while they are doubtless willing to do all that lies within their power, there are always a great number of prospects that they can not reach, and where such are located in your vicinity you

should leave nothing undone toward enrolling them in our cause.

We are pleased to announce the addition of Sister J. W. King, of Hurdsfield, N. D., secured through the activity of Sister Jaynes, local chairman of the Dakota Division.

Sister E. P. Wilcoxon, of Almira, Wash., local chairman of the Idaho Division, visited friends in Trout Creek and Athol during Bro. Wilcoxon's sojourn in the Tacoma Hospital.

The future address of our general secretary and treasurer, Sister Maude M. Garham, will be Lakeview, Wash., Bro. Graham having accepted an assignment at that place, effective July 1st.

On June 1st there was but one delinquent member in Local 24, which indicates loyalty and interest on the part of the membership. With increased effort on the part of all, we should be able to double our membership before the expiration of the year. MRS. B. E. NASON, General Chairman.

A. B. & A., Local No. 26.

A joint meeting of our local and Division 146 of the O. R. T. was called at Manchester for Sunday, June 28th, but on account of the notices not being received until Thursday, the attendance was not as good as we had hoped for. However, those who were present had a pleasant and profitable time, and we expect a larger crowd at the meeting in Fitzgerald, which will be called later in the summer.

I was very delightfully entertained at dinner by Bro. and Mrs. Rock, and all of us enjoyed a watermelon cutting at their home in the afternoon.

Several brothers present secured application blanks for their wives, saying they would come in right away.

Account of ill-health, Sister Pye has asked that someone else take the secretaryship. It was decided to ask Sister Awbrey, of Cragford, Ala., to assume the office. We have not had time to hear from her yet, but trust that she will accept. She is very highly recommended, both as a business woman and an Auxiliary worker.

DITA MAY WEST.

M

OUR SANE FOURTH.

Y brother's wife looked up from the paper she had been reading. "There will be no fireworks at our house this year," she said firmly. “I shall see that Dot and Bobbie at least are withheld from the general sacrifice."

"What are we going to do," Jim questioned meekly-"play checkers?"

"This is my plan, and I know Nan will think it a good one. Upon the eventful day we will take a nice, big lunch and go to some lonely, woodsy place along the lake shore. In the evening we will build a fire on the beach and roast corn and things, coming home later in the moonlight."

Jim's face brightened visibly. "Sounds pretty good," he said. "Who's to be Nan's attendant cavalier upon this occasion?"

Mollie cast a troubled glance in my direction.

"That is for Nan to say," she responded. "A month ago I should have asked Allison without even consulting her, for we all supposed that affairs were settled between those two, but since, he has ceased calling and Nan avoids him in every possible manner."

"Affairs had been settled" between Allison and me, but how could I tell her that our bitter quarrel had sprung from the very fact that I had insisted upon keeping our engagement secret? It was all so new and wonderful, this great happiness which had come into my life, that I longed to keep it jealously for a little time, but men do not understand. When Allison found that pleadings were useless he turned from me indignantly.

"I can see no reason for concealment, Nan," he had said. "When you are pleased to recognize our engagement you will send for me."

Send for him, indeed! Why, my heart could break in little bits before I would do a thing like that.

“Well, Nan?” Mollie spoke impatiently. "We might ask Mr. Armstrong," I suggested, coolly, "or Jack Meads. Either would be glad to come." Mr. Armstrong called as I sat on the veranda that after

noon.

When I told him of our Fourth of July plans his face lit up with pleasure. "Jove," he said delightedly, "that will be great! Won't you let me come along, Miss Harmon? I could take you all out there in my car." This was just what I had expected, so when my brother came home at night I told him of the arrangement. Jim whistled.

"I asked Jack Meads to go," he said, “and he did not lose any time accepting the invitation. What are you going to do about it?"

Mollie came to the rescue. "Never mind," she said cheerfully. "I will ask my sister Nell to join the party, and you young people can all enjoy yourselves together." I tried to look pleased, but even if Nell is Mollie's sister I must say

Well, I was busily engaged mixing a cake preparatory to the great event when Jim approached me on the following morning.

"Nan," he began apologetically, "I happened to mention this picnic of ours to Allison today, and he grew quite enthusiastic-hinted openly for an invitation, in fact. You will not mind if he comes in his runabout, will you? He says Armstrong's car will carry only seven comfortably, and he might help out by taking one of us along."

I looked straight into Jim's eyes. "I shall ride on the front seat of Mr. Armstrong's car," I said meaningly. We had intended to make an early start, but it was after

lunchtime when the big red auto, followed by the white runabout, rolled down the beautiful lake shore drive, leaving the deafening noise of shot and shell far behind.

"We will not stop at any of the picnic places," Mollie said. "We will ride on until we come to some pretty isolated spot." But this time Mollie "reckoned without her automobile," for the car stopped suddenly of its own accord just in sight of one of the despised picnic places, and we were all unloaded unceremoniously, while Mr. Armstrong dived under the machine, to reappear presently flushed and disheveled.

"Can I help you?" Allison called, but to me it sounded like a half-hearted offer, and I was not surprised at Mr. Armstrong's curt refusal.

"All right," Allison responded. "We will ride up the road in search of an ideal resting place. Let you know when we find it."

Mr. Armstrong threw off his coat and went to work with a will, Jim acting as assistant. Why is it that the nicest men turn savage when a spark plug or some other queer thing about an automoible goes wrong?

"Do you think you can mend it?" I asked sweetly, and this man, who a short time since would have done anything to gain my favor, now glared at me.

"When I can locate the trouble I will answer you," he said, so I turned to Jack. "While he is thinking it over," I suggested, "you might take me for a walk down the beach." And as we strolled along Mollie and Dot went back to sit in the shade of the trees. Jack helped me into a deserted rowboat which lay on the sands and seated himself before me.

"This is good, to be alone with you, Nan," he was beginning, when a man who had passed us retraced his steps.

"Jack Meads!" he cried, ignoring my presence. "What luck! The boys from the office are out here today, and we are trying to make up a baseball nine. All we lack is a good pitcher, and we know your fame in that line. It's going to be a short game. Come on over and join us."

Jack looked fieldward, and his eyes

shone.

"You wouldn't mind, would you, Nan?" he asked eagerly.

"Certainly; I do not mind," I answered effusively, "but I prefer not to walk over to the field."

He hurried away without one backward glance. It was another humiliating moment. Following an idle impulse, I lifted the solitary oar which lay in the boat and poled myself out into the water. Perhaps when Allison came back he might see me. He used strongly to object if I ventured to row alone. I must have drifted out pretty far, for the automobile looked like a speck in the road, while the baseball field was just a green blur. With a splash my one ore slipped from my grasp and quickly floated just beyond reach. It would have been useless to call for assistance, for no one appeared upon the beach. I was really becoming frightened when a canoe came gliding toward me. Its occupant stood up and waved his arms wildly.

"Aunt Nan!" he cried. "Aunt Nan!" It was Bobbie. I could scarcely believe my

eyes.

"Save me, Aunt Nan!" he entreated. "I never thought when I climbed into the canoe that it would float away."

There was a soft thud as the boats came alongside. I had a confused vision of my nephew's white face and outreaching arms, and then we were both struggling in the water. Blindly I caught at the upturned boat as Bobbie clung to me in desperation. And surely it was hours afterward that some one snatched him roughly from my grasp; then two strong arms also lifted me to safety. I don't know just what I had been expecting, but it was rather disappointing to see a weather-beaten face looking anxiously into my own, while a gruff voice muttered something about "lunatics sailin' about in boats without no oars." And when our rescuer's boat reached the shore there stood Jim and Mollie, who regarded my wet and shrinking self with stern, accusing gaze. Jim carried his whimpering son back to the shelter of the trees, while Mollie lingered only long enough to say:

"If you did not care about risking your own life, Nan, you might at least have left Bobbie safe on land."

I stood still in bewilderment. Then a prolonged wail in Dot's shrill treble attracted my attention, and I hastened in its direction.

"Oh, Aunt Nan," she gurgled, "you do look so funny! Your hair is all sleek, like the seal's at the zoo."

The thought of my own ridiculous appearance had not occurred to me. Now I booked fearfully down the road to where the stalled auto could still be seen.

"Dot," I faltered, "where's Mr. Armstrong?"

My young niece divined my anxiety.. "Don't you worry," she said. "He is hammering away under his car."

"And Allison, Dot-where is he?"

"He won't see you," she answered comfortingly. "He is back in the woods getting flowers for Aunt Nell." Then Dottie turned to her own grievances. "Daddie kindled a fire to make some coffee," she confided, "and when they went away I put some corn in to cook and burned my hand. But it's better now, because I tore the front out of my dress and bandaged it up. This nice thin cloth tears easy," she added, with satisfaction.

Like Dot, I returned to my own troubles. "What shall I do? I deliberated aloud.

"Go and sit in the sand and get dry," my niece wisely suggested, and I followed her advice. Little lavender streams were trickling from every part of my new frock, and the woman who sold it had assured me that the color would not run. She might have traced me now by the violet drops along the sand. I sank down miserably. How could I go home in this plight?

Nell's ringing laugh aroused me. "Oh, Nan," she cried, "what in the world have you been doing? You look like a purple poster girl."

One horrified glance showed me Allison's tall figure. This was truly the last straw. I buried my face in my wet purple arms and wept. Then Allison turned to Nell. "Dot is alone," he said. "Had you not better see that she doesn't get into more mischief? And-and, Nan, dear, you may take cold. I will fetch my warm auto coat in a moment and wrap it around you." He did so, very tenderly, and as we sat

there long in the sand he said— But what Allison said is not for publication. I am glad that my hair dries out all fluffy and curly.

When Mr. Armstrong finally got the machine in order every one was either too badly damaged or too dispirited to go on farther, so we gathered about to have an early supper and then leave for home.

We reached our home at twilight, and as my brother deposited the sleeping, sotty Dot upon a couch, Mollie turned on the lights.

"This has been a great Fourth!" Jim exclaimed in disgust.

"Hasn't it?" Allison answered absently. "Just about the greatest Fourth that I have ever known." Then Mollie sank into a chair, overcome by helpless laughter.

"Oh, Allison," she cried, "if you could only see your purple face!"-By AGNES BROGAN, in Journal of Industry.

FA

TWO IN THE CAR.

AR down in the valley a headlight gleamed, and Carl Wilbur turned to his fireman.

"Here she comes, Jim," he announced. "Something's the matter," declared Jim; "she's running."

"That's what we'll be doing in half an hour," laughed Carl. "It's not often that we have the honor of pulling the president and whole board of directors. The old girl will have to do us proud tonight."

He glanced affectionately at the huge locomotive panting on the siding. It was one of the newest on the division, and with the five cars making up the president's special it would be better than a mile a minute most of the way after the "eight" had been passed.

The Haven section was on the south slope of the divide, and once in dropping down the grade they had to make a complete figure eight in order to make the turn properly about the spur of Mount Diavalo. Carl was lost in speculation as to just how far he could extend the leviathan, and not until Jim leaned out from the platform in front of the fire box did the latter realize that Carl was facing toward the approaching train.