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From Suffering by Getting
Her Lydia E. Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound.
Pittsburgh. Pa. " For many jnonthi
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a weauncBB wnicn
caused backncho
ond headaches. A
friend called m y
attention to one of
your newspaper
advertisements and
immediately my
husband bought
threo bottles of
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Vegetable Com
pound for me.
After taking two
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nr.d my troubles caused by that weak
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Women who suffer from any form of
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inflammation, ulceration, irregularities,
backache, headaches, nervousness or
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Tor over forty years it has been
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(ISTCMTC WHon K. Oolnmnn,
k& t E.&H I fiS 'attntI.inTr,WahlniUn,
in l ttaa V ,i0i AdrlcaBDdbookiTrea.
lUtloircu'inabln lllgbctUBfercncni. Uonliervlcoa.
Lw-i.n thing In the world even re
sjK'Ct - Is to be bought. Auerbnch.
Curt plmplM, heartache, had lirrtth hy tialof
May Apple, Aloe, Jalap rollvil Into a tiny aiigar
till cilltil Doctor I'lctce'i rifiiant l'elleti. AilT.
Km to err In opinion, though It ho
nnf the pint of wise men, Is nt least
iiiititun. Colotos.
In our efforts to get more money for
Insit work wo often llnd ourselves do.
Ing inoro work for Jews money.
Cutlcura Soothes Itching Scalp
On retiring gently rub spots of dan
drug and Itching with Cutlcura Oint
ment. Next morning shampoo with
Cullciiru Soup nnd hot water. Make
them your overy-duy toilet preparations'
and have a clear akin and soft, white
fhundu. Adv.
Flowery Language.
.Snicker I suppose these society
IiihIh dewlop Into wall Unworn.
Simek Not on your mot Ion picture;
,1!", jlicy have nny luck they become
blooming lirhk'H. '
Would Get Even.
Thif American negro soldier has
.laughed In France nnd who would
not melt In bin nuiislilno smile?
Itjughod without getting fut ; which
3'liTiunKtuiieo lets one tell n story. It
Isliboiij a hefty hliu-l; niiiii who, being
tired of tlm iirniy hardtack, exclaim-
cult "Vas, when I git homo to Lou-
Invlllu, Kentucky, God's own country,
I'tH' goln' to de lies' restaurant In tic
'lwn, an' I'se goln' t'onlor t'herythlng,
specially spring chicken, hut obery-
,lhliig; mi' I'se goln to iiuiliu this here
.duiii liiuMlncI; mid heiius see ino eat
II I" Loudon Graphic.
Knew All About It.
v ft was young Mrs. ltohlnson'H llrst
'Iii1k(iiihh party, nnd she was suffering
ml the usual terrors of tho luoxpc
' i Wtiiiri'd hosless. However, tho cook
jiohc to the occasion splendidly, tmtl, so
fiir as the dinner Itself was concerned,
Mrs. Ilolilnsoii was wellghted.
The only lly In the ointment was
'.Ittno, I lie new pnrloriuald; she was
hIow. cliiniMy, Mini her waiting was hud,
Hut, In mlilitloii to these faults, him In
(.l.ilcd mi l.eeplng her mouth wide open.
'I'lils mi col on Mrs.' ltohlusoiCs
lU'iM's Unit nt last she exclaimed:
"lune, your mouth Is wide open!"
" lttim withdrew' her gaze, from tho
celling, mid Mild, looking down with
,U cheery smile:
, ,tj "I lino
Siywir"
I know It Is, iiiitiiiii ; I opened It
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Save
Sugar
by eai-ing
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as your
cereal dish
This standard
food needs no
added swee-t-eninp$
for, rb
is rich in rts
own sugar,
developed
from wheat
ond barley
by the special
Grape-Nuts
process of
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The Thirteenth Commandment
FOREWORD.
"The Thirteenth Com
mandment" is an American
story written by an Ameri
can for Americans. It is,
according to a famous Eng
lish critic, "American to the
bone and to the marrow of
the bone." It deals with
that eternal conflict be
tween finance and romance.
It tells the story of what one
lovable, modern American
girl did when she discovered
how often the checkbook's
groan drowns the love song.
In this story Rupert Hughes
is at his best, and that best
cannot be surpassed by any
American author of the
present day. If you start
"The Thirteenth Command
ment" you will finish it, and
when you have finished it
you will be glad that you
started it.
CHAPTER I.
As usual nowadays, Instead of
knocking nt the door Fate called up
on tho telephone.
Though tho hell shrilled almost In
Mrs. Kip's ear she would not nnswer
It. Sho winced, shook her head, agi
tated her rocking chair with petulance,
embroidered vindictively, and hardly
so much called out as sighed very
loudly toward tho hallway:
"Daphne 1 0-oh, Daphne 1 tho tele
phone nguln I"
on tno utnlrs there sounded n
nmtlled scurry Hko tho rush of nn
April shower chased down a hillside
by the sun. An allegory, of April dart
ed across tho room and raised tho tel
ephone to her lips as If it were a
beaker of good cheer.
Her mother was used to this humor
of Daphne's and paid no heed till a
sudden frost chilled thu warm tone of
tho girl's voice. The smile of hospi
tality wasted on tho telephone had
given place to u look of embarrass
ment. Mrs. Kip whispered anxiously, "Who
Is It?"
Daphne motioned her not to inter
rupt, and her volco grew deep and
Important. It became whnt her brother
Hiiyurd called her "reception voice."
In fior grandest contralto she said:
"This Is Miss Kip. Yes, I have. Yes,
ho does. I beg pardon? Oh ! Oh I Ohl
How do you do, Mr. Wmbwm."
"Mr. Who?" her mother keened.
, Dnphnu whispered to quiet her, "A
young man from New York friend cf
Bayard's samo otllce. I haven't got
his namo yet."
Into tho telephone she was saying,
and bowing and nodding tho while
with her politest fnco. "Indeed I'll try
to be. Of course Cleveland's not New
York, but By tho way, do you
dance? That's good. That's right;
might as well ho deaf If you don't I
How long will you ho In Cleveland?
Oh, Is thnt all? Well, then, you must
como out hero and havo tea with us
this very afternoon. I'll call for you
at tho hotel In my little car. No; It's
not ono of those; It's an electric. I
run It myself. Afraid to risk It?
Bravo man I I'll ho thero In fifteen
minutes, and you might bo on tho
stepB. Goodby, Mr. Wmbwni."
This lust was said In the fond tone
of ancient friendship, add sho hung
up tho receiver with a gesture like
shaking hands.
She turned to find her mother thin
ning her lips In a long, tight Hue; her
cheeks bulged explosively. Daphne
forestalled her:
"lie's n young fellow In tho samo
firm as 'Bayard. Says bo's here on
business for ten days. Bayard told
him to call mo up and tell me to he
nice to him. That sounds like Hy.
Also said ho hadn't time to write. Thnt
sounds llker still. Bayard told htm
to kiss you for him, so he must he all
right. I was going to take him to
the hotel to a tea-dance, hut I thought
1M better give him u lookover first.
So I'll roll him out here. Get out the
nice china uud the napkins I mono
gmmmed, and"
, "But, Daphnol Wnltl I can't "
, "I haven't tlmo to nrguo wtt.i you,
ninmniu. Please do as I tctt ou for
once, and don't fiwa. AL. Wmhwin
Will prouub'j luiTt a lot of news to
tell yon about your prodigal son.
Q'tiyl"
Sho popped n kiss on the forehead
thnt anxiety had turned to corduroy
and run upstairs llko another April
shower chasing this sun uphill. She
dished down ncaln with hut and
rIovph, ami, with noso repowdorel
slammed tho front door gayu
thrummed the steps, and strode acri-
J the long lawn to tho little electric car
By
standing under the portc cochere. The
car was very large for a beetle but
pretty small for an automobile.
CHAPTER II.
The night train from New York had
deposited Cloy Wlmburn In tho grimy
cavern of the station nt an early hour.
IIo had dawdled over his breakfast,
feeling lost without his Now York
morning papers.
When at last It grew late enough to
telephone for an appointment with the
mnn he had come to sec he was dis
gusted to learn that tho wretch would
not be visible till tho next day.
It was then that Bayard Kip's part
ing behest to call up his sister re
curred to Wlmburn. IIo planned to
compose a formal note of self-Intro-ductlon,
but Bayard had forgotten to
tell him his Bister's name or his fa
ther's Inltinls. There were several
Kips in tho telephone book, and he
could not tell which would bo which.
IIo decided to cnll up each number
and 'ask a maid or Homebody If Mr.
Bayard Kip's people lived there.
The very llrst number he called
brought Daphne herself suddenly
volco to voice with him. Voices are
characters, and it was a case of love
at first hearing with him. She had
him smiling and cooing at the second
phrase. Ho felt that she was going to
make his stay In Clovcland plcnsant.
lie formed all sorts of pictures of
her while he waited on the hotel steps,
but when she stepped out of her car
utid looked about she was none of tho
Misses Kip he hnd planned. She was
n round, pretty little thing, amiable
of eye and humorous about the lips,
ond cunningly dressed. She looked
n's If sho would he a plucky, tireless
nportswomnn; yet sho had a wistful,
tender huggnhleness that a girl ought
not to lose, however well she plays
tennis.
"Is this Mr. " she began. He was
too nervous to notice her pause.
He retorted, "la this Miss Kip?"
IIo noted that she shook hands well,
with a boyish clench accompanied by
an odd little duck of the head.
"Mighty nice of you to take mo off
this desert Island," he beamed.
"Mighty glad to have the privilege,"
she said as she verlhed tho fraternity
pin on his overcoat. "Mother Is dy
ing to hear how Bayard Is."
Mothers have little power left as
guardlnus, but the children find thnt
tho title has a certain value at times
In keeping order.
"Won't you get in?" said Daphne,
pt intlng to her car. She made him
crowd In tlrst, then followed and
closed thu doOr and pulled the throttle.
Ho meditated aloud: "How wonder
ful It really Is that you should talk to
mo over the telephone nnd invite me
to your homo nnd come and get mo
llko this."
"What's so wonderful about that?"
said Daphne. "Kvcrybody does It."
"Kvery thing that everybody does is
wonderful," said Wlmburn. "But how
especially wonderful It Is to live In a
city where there are no walls about
the gardens. Look I thero aren't even
fences. Tho lawns are all Joined to-
Already Wlmburn Was a Member of
tho Household.
gether and tho houses aro mostly win
dows. Everything Is so open and free,
full of sunlight and frankness. You're
tnklng me homo in this charming llttlo
glass showcase to Introduce mo to
your mother. I tell you the world do
move I A woman of today has a lot
to ho thankful for. You ought to bo
mighty happy."
"Ought-to-be hnsn't much to do with
Is," Daphno sighed. "Wo'vo got a lot
to get yet and a lot to gel rid of."
Ue sunk hack discouraged. Tho
sex was htlll Insatiable.
After a short rldo they turned Into
n driveway leading through a spacious
expanse of grass dotted with trees aud
shrubs, to a homellko house without
beauty or uglluess u houso that bad
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grown with the personalities of tho
occupants. The only ostentations
about the place wcro tho cupola of an
earlier day and tho porto cochero
stuck out llko a broken wing.
She led him into the house and
waved him toward tho hall tree. When
ho had sot down his hat and stick sho
led him Into the drawing room.
"Mother, we're home."
"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Kip, who
called Daphne "denr" before com
pnny. "Mother," Bald Daphne, "I wnnt to
present Mr. " (mumble gulp). She
hnd not yet achieved his name.
Her mother shocked her by snylng,
"Delighted to meet you, Mr. I
didn't quite catch the name."
Daphne blushed for her mother's
query, but was glad to overhear tho
stranger's nnswer:
"I am Mr. Wlmburn, Mrs. Kip Clay
Wlmburn."
At this moment a tall, shambling
man walked in. ne looked as If ho
looked older than he wns. Ills spec
tacles overwhelmed n rather unsuc
cessful nose. Daphne hardly needed
to Introduce him as her father. Sho
gave Wlmburn a name now, and he
felt called upon to explain his Incur
sion. "I know your sou Bnyard very well.
I'm in his ofllce. Wo belong to the
same fraternity different chapters of
course. We struck up n great friend
ship. When ho knew I was coming to
Clcvclnnd he said, 'Tell my sister to
be nice to' you,' and and"
Wlmburn paused In some embarrass
ment before the ballroom manner of
Mrs. Kip, but the pompous disguises
pf timidity fell from her us sho mur
mured and blushed In a motherly
way :
"Daphne told me. He said for you
to kiss his mother for him."
"Ye-es."
"Well, I am his mother."
"Oh I May I?"
"Will you?"
no pressed his lips respectfully on
her check, but she, closing her eyes to
Imagine him her son, Hung her fat
arms about him and held him a mo
ment. He kissed her again with a
kind of vlcnrlous devotion.
"I'd wnnt Bayard to deliver such a
message to your mother," sho ex
plained. Already Wlmburn was a member of
the household; he had been kissed
nnd sympathized with.
Ho turned to Daphne with an npolo
getlc look and saw that sho was star
ing at lilin with softer eyes than he
had thought sho had.
Definite anxieties engaged Mrs. Kip,
for tea had come in tottering on a
tray carried by a panlc-smltten cook,
as agile ns a hippopotamus and as
shy as a violet.
Daphne nnd her mother nnd father
went through tho tea ceremony with
the anxiety of people In nn earth
quake, and tho "Swedish dromednry"
stared at tho unaccustomed sight ns
if tho tea bibbers were drinking poi
son and she watching for the convul
sions to begin.
Clay Wlmburn talked altogether
about Bayard and his wonderful prog
ress In business In spite of the hnrd
times. Bayard, ho said, was sticking to
his desk like a demon, and he let noth
ing distract him.
"It must be glorious living in Now
York," Daphne sighed.
"Why don't you come nnd pny Bay
ard n visit?" Wlmburn suggested.
"He wouldn't have time to take me
nnywhere, nnd I don't know anybody
else there."
"You know me. And I'd be only too
glnd to try to repay your hospitality
to me."
Mrs. Kip looked on nnd listened with'
the fond alarm of one who has seen
fatal courtships begun with Just such
fencing.
When at length Daphne suggested
that thero was still time lo rush down
to tho Hotel Statler for a dance or
two Mrs. Kip smiled at her. Wlmburn
did nbt know that he had been brought
home on approval. Mrs. Kip realized
that he was not to be returned ns Im
possible. Her fancy gambled In fu
tures. Wlmburn wns the victim of an onset
of that delirium nmans known ns love
at llrst sight. He was at the right age,
and he found something exotlcally
captivating In this strange girl In tho
strange city. He was poisoned with
love, and his opinion of Daphno was
lunatlcally fantastic. No one In the
world equaled her. No one ever had
equaled her or could equal her In any
future ever.
Spring and love nro the perennial
miracles, always new, always amazing.
It was springtime In Wlmhurn's jears
and In the calendar of the world; and
countless other youth of mankind, ant -
nial kind, bird nnd tlsh kind, flowers
nnd fruit Iret-w, nnd porhup.) of rlimn
lcals in the ground were feeling the
tame mnnla.
Daphne's cordiality wns at tlrst
merely the hospitable- warmth of her
unusually cordial community. But sho
caught the fever trniu Wiuilnirn and
decided that he was the final word In
human eoutlon.
They began to dread the society of
others, to resent the existence of a
squatter population on their prlvntc
planet. The world was too much with
them. Tho little enr was transparent.
Even nt night etiquette required them
to light It up within.
Wlmburn did not return to New
York so soon ns he expected. It
seemed impossible to uproot himself
from that pleasant soil. One nftcr
noon when he had already overstayed
his furlough Daphne nnd he were rid
ing In the llttlo enr through the outer
suburb known ns Shaker Heights a
section rapidly evolving from n sleepy
religious community to n swarm of city
residences.
Tho late afternoon moon had risen
In n sky still rosy with the afterglow
of sunset. The air was murmurous
with pleading.
Suddenly Wlmburn cried aloud, to
his own surprise and hers, "Daphne!
Miss Kip! I can't stand everything,
you know ! I'm only human, after all."
"What's tho matter?" she asked In
prosaic phrase but with n poetic flut
ter of breath.
"I lovo you, d n it! pnrdon me,
but I'm lnfernully In lovo with you.
I'm tormented. I enmo here on busi
ness, nnd Instead of my finishing it
you've finished me. I'm two days over
due In New York nnd I've had to lie
to the ofllco to explain why. And all
I can think of now Is that I'd rather
resign and starve to death than go
hack and leave you here."
"Honestly?" she barely breathed.
"Desperately I" he moaned. "Whnt's
to become of me?"
"You'd better go back, I suppose.
You'll soon get over it and llnd some
body else to love."
"There's nobody else In the world
worth loving. I'd die If I gave you up I
I'd simply die."
He went on with aching anxiety:
"Could you care for me just a llttlo?
If you could love me or just promise to
try to, I could fnce my exile for a
while. Do you think you could lovo
mo ever?"
She dropped her chin on her breast
and sighed.
"I guess I do now."
The miraculous felicity of this situa
tion overwhelmed them both. He dipt
her in his arms and she Hung hers
abdut him, forgetting entirely tho
steering wheel. The neglected little
car promptly scuttered off the rqad,
crossed a gutter Into n vacant lot,
scooped up a "For Sale" sign, and was
about to tip over Into an excavation
when Daphno looked up long enough
to shut off the power. Then In a blind
rapture sho returned lo where she be
longed his embrace.
Soon she wns assailed with fears for
the credibility of this wonder work,
and when he said:
"When shall we announce our en
gagement?" she protested
"Oh, not till wo are sure."
"I'm sure, now."
"But we must be terribly sure. It's
such a dnngerous thing, getting mar
ried. So many people who think they
love each other find out their mistake
too late. You don't know' me very
well." i
"You mean you don't know mo very
well."
"I'm not afraid of you, but for you.
I'd hate to disappoint you, nnd I don'
really amount to much. I can't do
anything except gad around ; nnd you'd
tiro of me."
"Not In this world nor In the next."
"It's darling of you to say It, and
you think you menn It now. But "
"I know it, Dnphne, honey, now nnd
forever. I don't want anybody but
you. Llfo won't be life without you.
You've promised to be my wife. I
hold you to your promise."
"All right." It was exceedingly sat
isfying to surrender her soul Into his
keeping. She hnd reached harbor al
ready after so brief and placid a voy
age. IIo ended n long, cozy silence with
the surprising remark, "I suppose I
ought to ask your parents' consent?"
Tho daughter of the twentieth cen
tury lnughcd : "Parents' consent ! You
do read a lot of ancient literature,
don't you?"
"Still I Imaglno we'd better brenk It
to 'em."
"You leave It to rac to break It to
'em. They'll bo glad enough to get me
off their hands."
"I'll never believe that."
When they reached her homo It was
late and his hotel was so far that,
since ho would he spending his Inst
evening with her, nnyway, she asked
him to stay to dinner.
She broke that news to her parents,
and It caused them acute distress. Her
father and her mother were deep In
the hnttlo that always broke out be
tween them when the monthly hills nr-
1 rived. Daphno was so used to this
. that sho hardly noticed It.
After dinner the parenta retired to
tho living room to read and hew and
mumblo over their mutual grievances,
whllo Daphno and Wlmburn sat and
thu piazza which the moon turned into
a blue portico of mystic spell.
CHAPTER III
The next morning Wlmburn woke
from dreams of bliss to the realization
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thnt his hotel bill would require all of
his funds except enough for the por
ter's tip and a few odd dollars.
no could not buy Dnphne an engage
ment ring with a few odd dollars, and
he wns afraid to leave her without tho
brand of possession on her linger.
But how wns he to come at the nec
essary sum? He could not decently
nsk tho firm he was. dealing with to
lend him money. He might have asked
It to cash a check on his bank, but
his account was at the Irreducible min
imum. After nn hour or two of meditation
he determined to benrd a Jeweler In
his lair and try to coax him into the
extension of credit.
He loitered In front of several win
dows, staring at the glittering pebbles
on the velvet beaches till he found a
tiny gem thnt he thought might feebly
represent his exquisite adoration. Ho
went In and asked the price. An ea
ger salesman peered at the very small
tag and nnnounced the very largo
price $185. It was not much for a
solitaire, but it was too much for that
bachelor.
He clung to the counter for support
and In a husky tone asked for tho
credit man. He was escorted to a'
burred window where a very sane old
"I Have the Honor to Be Engaged to
Miss Daphne Kip."
person gazed out at people Insano
enough to buy jewelry. Mr. Gassett
had a look of hospitality toward cash
and of shyness toward credit.
Wlmburn hemmed nnd blushed and
swallowed hard. With the plausibility
of a pickpocket he mumbled as ho
pushed a card across the glass sill:
"I am Mr. Clay Wlmburn of New
York city. I hnve been out here clos
ing up an Important deal for my firm
with one of your big mills. I hap
pened to see a llttlo ring In your win
dow rather pretty little thing. Took
n fancy to It. Hnd half n mind to buy
It. But rather short of cash nnd cr
and" .
Mr. Gassett waited with patience.
Clay went on: "I have no right to
ask you to glvo me credit. But "Pra
very anxious to leave the ring here."
"Lenve it here 1 I thought you want
ed to buy It!"
"Of course 1 I wnnt to leave It orl
tho finger of a young lady."
"Oh," said Mr. Gassett, to whom
ladles' fingers were an important mar
ket. Finally he said: "I don't suppose
you would care to tell me who your
fiancee Is. That might make a dif
ference." "Why shouldn't I tell you? I'm cer
tainly not ashamed to. I have tho
honor to be engaged to Miss Dnphno
Kip."
1
Daphne, accompanied by her
mother, goes to New York for
the purpose of buying her trous
seau. There the first shadow
is cast upon Daphne's romantic
dreams by the discovery that the
money which her father has
been able to raise for the pur
pose will not buy nuch of a
trousseau. Don't miss the next
installment.
(TO UK CONTINUED.)
Real Riches.,
no who has fortuue In love nnd
truth and beauty Is entitled to bo
ailed rich. Time and change and
erslty have no power upon th
They nre tho only things a man can
tako with him when he goes. In thri
process of acquiring them they be
come part of him Inseparably. Q
who has them "wears Ins commend
Hon m tils face, for li may tie ren
in. he passes Hint Ids converse la wlti
the highei and Um-r things and nil
dally wulk r in the plane where tbj
noblest meei unl greet famlliurly.-j
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