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CHAPTER XVII.
THE VEIL 13 LIFTED.
In a moment we were hurrying along
five street. In the direction the notary
had pointed out to us. .Martlgny was
already out of sight, and we had need
of haste. My head was in a whirl. Ho
Rraju-es Holladay was not really the
daughter of the dead millionaire! The
thought compelled a complete readjust
ment of my point of view. Of course,
•he was legally his daughter; equally
of course, this new development could
make no difference In my companion's
feeling for her. Nothing, then was
really changed. She must go hack
with us; she must tuke up the old life
-- Hut I had no time to reason It all
out.
We had reached the beach again, and
we turned along It In the direction of
the cliffs. Far ahead, I saw a man
hurrying In the same direction—I could
miess at what agony and danger to
himself. The path began to ascend,
suid we panted up it to the grassy
down, which seemed to stretch for
miles and miles to the northward.
Right before us was a little wood. In
the midst of which 1 caught a glimpse
of a farmhouse.
We run toward It, through a gate,
and up the path to the door. It was
dosed, but we heard from within a
man's excited voice—a resonant voice
which I knew well. I tried the door;
ft yielded, and we stepped Into the hall.
The voice came from the room at the
right. It was no time for hesitation—
wo sprang to the door and entered.
Martlgny was standing in the middle
of the floor, fairly foaming at the
tnoulh. shrieking out commands and
imprecations at two women who cow
ored in the farther corner. The elder
one I knew at a glance—t lie younger—
®ny heart leaped ns I looked at her—
Was it Miss Holladay? No, yet strange
iinv,
He saw their .startled eyes turn past
film to us, and swung sharply round.
For an Instant he stood prised like a
•erpent about to strike, then 1 raw his
•yes fix In a frightful stare, his fare
turn livid, and with a strangled cry he
Cell back and down. Together we lifted
blm to tin* low window seat, pursuers
•a<l pursued alike, loosened bis collar,
chafed his hands, bathed his temples,
•Id everything we could think of do
ing; but he lay there staring at the cell
ing with clenched teeth. At last, Royce
bent and laid his ear against his breast.
Then he arose and turned gently to the
•rormin.
“It Is no use," he said, "lie is dead."
T looked to see them wince under the
blow; but they did not. The younger
•roman went slowly to the window and
•tood there sobbing quietly; the other's
Care lit up with a positive blaze of Joy.
“So,” she exclaimed, in that low. vi
brant voice 1 so w, n remembered, "so
be Is dead! That treacherous, cruel
fceart'has burst at Inst!"
Royce gazed at her a moment In as
tonishment. She looked not al him,
but at the dead man on the window
"Madame AIlx," he said nt last, "you
‘know our errand—we mu3t carry it
•ut.”
-She bowed her head.
'“I know it, monsieur," she answered.
"Tbit for him, there would have been
bo such errand? As it is. I will help
you all I can. Cecile," she called to
the woman at the window, "go and
bring your sister to these gentlemen."
The younger woman dried her eyes
•and left the room. We waited In tense
■•Deuce, our eyes on the door. We heard
"the Bound of footsteps on the stair; a
•moment. and she was on the threshold.
She came in slowly, listlessly—It gave
>zne a shock to see the pallor of her face.
Then she glanced up and saw Royce
• standing there; she drew In her breath
'with a quick gisp, a great wave of
• color swept over her cheeks and brow,
•a great light sprang Into her eyes.
“Oh, John!” she cried, and swayed
Howard him.
He had her In his arms, against his
feeart, and the glad tears sprang to tny
fyes us I looked at them. 1 glanced at
.the elder woman, and saw that her eyes
■vere shining and her Ups quivering.
‘‘And 1 have come to take you away,
•any love," he was saying.
“Ob. yes; take me away," she
'•obbed, "before the other comes."
She stopped, her eyes on the window
•eat, where "the other” lay, and the
.•color died out of her cheeks again.
"He, at least, has paid the penalty,"
••aid Royce. "lie can trouble you no
•Biare. my love.”
Il'flH UilVlhlrRT liolnlacolxr V-. ,
‘■boulder, but us the moments passes
•he grew more calm, and at last stood
Upright from him. The younger wom
an had come back Into the room, und
■was watching her curiously, with no
truce' of emotion.
‘ Con e let us go," said the girl. “Wo
unit t take th e first boat home."
Hut Hoyce held back.
‘•Then there lias been a crime <oni
Ui'tted." he said slowly. "We must
Bee that it is punished."
‘‘A crime'.’ Oh, yes, but I forgive
them, dear.”
■"'I me Clime against yjuisrlf you may
Torgtve: hut there was another crime
‘‘Thera was no murder," burst in
Cecil a Aik:. "I swtur it to you, mon
sieur. Do you understand. There was
■<» mu d. i
l inw Miss Holladay wlr.ee at the
sthcr's . tact:, and Royct saw it, too.
••f must g.t her to tne inn,” he said.
■“This ia more than she can bear—
1 fear she will break down utterly.
Do yon s:ay and gat the story Lester.
Th*n we’ll decide what it is best to
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tie. h t: her away, out of the house,
«i. 1 down the path, not once looking
buck. I waclnc them till the trees hid
tl“ n and tlv r. turned to the women.
"i*i v.," i sai i, "i shall be happy to
In- ui the story.”
"it i as that man vender who was
*bc i nus of it i.ll.” said the mother,
•Clan;:.:;; hi r hands tightly in her lap
-to help them still. "Hour years age
du ia -■ Horn 1‘aiis litre to spend the
J3um:: r-‘-.a>■ was vc r' ill—his heart
VV had b'-'in living happily, my
duL’gh. r ind I, but tor the one anxiety
of Si-r not n.arytr.g. He met her ami
jOic;<i d marraigo. He was ver’ good
ie us'c d i.o dowry, and, besides, my
cL . ... r was t'.v.n'.y-tlve years old
T~«t her first youth. But she attracts*:
tolrv uni l a y were married. He tool
ter b ...: to I’.i is where lie had a littli
th-; 'i.i. hail of the dance—but hi
fi... woiau again and came bad
be was tin li that he found ou
lie t J j ei ai.oikir daughter whom
.'a >n to a rich American. I wa
ve , o. monsieur." she added pite
«o: . . .. •..j : . i he i dl-d-’
[■: ••»' s load .i.o. . know," I said
*> . iy h • motion. Plainly sli
v :s t I l j 11 tl Util.
i writ, lo 11lends in Aineri
<J-... epu .Elions about Mon
sleur Holladay. Ho learned—oh, that
he was ver’ rich—what you call a man
of millions—and his daughter—my
daughter, monsieur—was living still.
From that moment ho was like a man
possessed. At once he formed his plan,
building I know not what hopes on
it. Il< drilled us for two years
in speaking the English; he took us for
six months to Bondrcs that we might
better learn. Day ufter day, we took
our lessons there—always and always
English. Cecile learned ver' well,
monsieur; but I not so well, as you
can see—I was too old. Then, at last,
we came to New York and my daugh
ter—tills one—was sent to see Monsieur
Holladay. while I was directed that I
write to Celeste—to Mademoiselle Hol
lady. She came that ver’ afternoon,”
sho continued, "and I told her that It
was I who was her mother. He was
with me and displayed to her the pa
pers of adoption. She could not be
convinced. He talked to her as aij an
gel—oh, he could seem one when he
chose—he told her that I was in pov
erty—ho made her to weep, which whs
what he desired. She promised to
bring us money; she was ver* good;
my heart went out to her. Then, just
as sho had risen to start homeward,
in Celeste came, crying sobbing,
stained with blood.”
She shuddered and clasped her hands
before her eyes.
"But you have said It was not mur
der, madame,” I said to the younger
woman.
"Nor was it,” she cried. "Bet me
ten you. monsieur. I reaction the great
building which my husband bad pointed
out to too; I went up In the lift; I
entered the office, but saw no one. I
went on through an open door and
saw nn old man sitting at a desk. I
Inquired If Mr. Holladay was there.
The old man glanced at me nnd bowed
toward another door. I saw It was
a private office and entered It. The
door swung shut behind me. There was
another old man sitting at a desk
sharpening a pencil."
"'Is it you, Frances?’ lie asked.
"'No,'" I said, stepping before him.
‘It Is her sister, Monsieur Holla
day!’
“He stared up at me with such a
look of dismay and anger on his face
that I was fairly frightened; then, In
tho same Instant, before I could draw
breath, before I couid say another word,
his face grew purple, monsieur, and
he fell forward on his desk, on hts
hand, on tho knife, which was clasped
In It. I tried to cheek the blood, but
1 could not, It poured forth In such a
stream. I knew not what to do; I was
distracted and In a frenzy, I left the
place and hurried to my lodgings. That
Is the truth, monsieur, believe me."
“1 do believe you," I said; and she
turned again to the window to hide her
tears.
' Tt was then,” went on her mother,
“that that man yonder had another In
spiration. Before it had been only
—what you call—blackmail—a few
thousands, perhaps a pension; now it
was something more—he was playing
for a greater stake. 1 do not know
all that he planned. He found Celeste
suspected of having killed her father;
he must get her release at any cost;
so he wrote a note
"Yes," I cried. “Yes, of course; I
see. Miss Hclladny under arrest was
beyond his reach.”
"Yes,” she nodded. “So he wrote a
note—oh, you should have seen him
In those days! He was like some fur
ious wild beast. But after she was
set free, Celeste did not come to us
as she had promise'. We saw that she
suspected us that she wish to have
nothing more to do with us; so Victor
commanded that I write another letter
Imploring her, offering to explain.”
She stopped a moment to control her
self. "All, when I think of it. She
came, monsieur. We look her gown
and put tt on Ccclle. She never left
the place again until the carriage stop
ped to take her to the boat. As for
us—we were his slaves—he guided each
step—ho seemed to think of everything
—to be ready for everything—he plan
ned and planned.”
There was no need that she should
tell me more—the whole plot lay bare
before me—simple enough now that I
understood It. and carried out with
what consummate finish!
"One thing more," I said. "The
gold."
She drew a key from her pocket and
gave It to me.
“It is In a bex upstairs,” she said.
"This is tho key. We have not touched
It.”
I took the key and followed her to
the floor above. The box. of heavy oak
uuunu Mint iron, ivnn sieamsmp and
express labels fresh upon It, stood in
one corn r. I unlocked It and threw
back the lid. Package upon package
lay In It. just as they had come from
the sub-treasury. 1 locked the box
again, and put the key In my pocket.
“Of course,“ I said, as I turned to
go, "I can only repeat your story to
my companion, lie and Miss Iiolladay
will decide what steps to take. But I
am sure they will be merciful."
They bowed without replying, and I
went out along the path between the
trees, leaving them alone with their
dead.
And It was of the dead I thought last
and more sorrowfully; a man of char
acter, of force, of fascination. How I
could have liked him!
CHAPTER XIX.
THE END OF THE STORY.
Paris in June! Do you know’ it,
with Its bright days and its soft nights,
murmurous with voices? Paris with its
crowded pavements—and such a crowd,
where every man and woman awakens
interest, excites speculation! Paris,
with its blue sky and its trees, and Its
color—and its fascination there Is no
describing.
Joy is a great restorer, and a week of
happiness In tins enchanted city had
wrought wonders in our junior and his
betrothed. It was good to look at
them—to smile at them sometimes; as
when t hi y stood unseeing before some
splendid canvas at the Lourve. The
past was put aside, forgotten; they
lived only for the future.
Anil ;i near future, too. There was
no reason why It should be deferred:
we had all agreed that they were bet
ter married at once; so, that decided,
the women sent us about our own af
fairs, and spent the Intervening fort
night in a riot of visits to the cos
tumer; for. in Paris, even for a v/y
i quiet wedding, a bride must have her
. trousseau. Rut the great day came at
last; the red tape of French udinfi
l tstration was successfully unknotted;
i and at noon they were wedded, with
only we three for witnesses, at the
pretty chape! of St. Duke’s, near the
, Boulevard Montparnasse,
j There was a little breakfast after
ward at Mrs. Kemball’s apartment, and
then our hostess bade them adieu, and
■ | her (laughter and I drove with them
across Paris to take train for a fort
night on the Riviera. We waved them
off and turned back together. ,
"It is a desecration to use a carriage
on such a day." said my companion; so
we dismissed ours and sauntered afoot
down the Boulevard Diderot toward the
river.
"So that is the end of the story,” she
said musingly.
"Of their story, yes,” I interjected.
"But there are still certain things T
do not quite understand," she contln
used, not heeding me.
"Yes?”
"For instance—why did they trouble
to keep her prisoner?"
"Family affection.”
“Nonsense! There could be none.
Besides, the man dominated them; and
I believe him to have been capable of
any crime.”
"Perhaps lie meant the hundred thou
sand to he only the first payment. With
her at hand, he might hope to get more
indefinitely. Without her-”
"Weil, without her?"
“Oh, the plot grows and grows, the
more one thinks of it! I believe it grew
under his hands in Just the same way,
I don't doubt that it would have come,
at last, to Miss Holhulay's death by
some subtle means; to the substitution
of her sister for her—after a year or
two abroad, who could have detected
it? And then—oh. then, she would
have married Fajolle again, and they
would have settled down to the enjoy
ment of her fortune. And he would,
have been a great man—oh, a very
great man. He would have climbed
and climbed.”
My companion nodded.
"Toucher" she cried.
I bowed my thanks; I was learning
French as rapidly as circumstances per
mitted.
"But Frances did not see them
again?”
“Oh, no; she preferred not.”
“And the money?”
was leic in me oox. i sent name tne
key. She wished it so. After all, it was
her mother-’’
"Yes, of course; perhaps she was not
really so bad.”
"She wasn’t,” I said decidedly. "But
the man-”
”Wn3 a genius. I’m almost sorry he’s
dead.”
"I’m more than sorry—it has taken an
interest out of life."
We had come out upon the bridge of
Austerlltz, and paused, involuntarily.
Below us was the busy river, with its
bridges, its boats, its crowds along the
quays; far ahead, dominating the
scene, the towers of the cathedral; and
the warm sun of June was over all. We
leaned upon the balustrade and gazed
at all this beauty.
"And now the mystery is cleared
away," she said, "and the prince and
the princess are wedded, just as they
were in the fairy tales of our child
hood. It's a good ending."
"For all stories,” I added.
She turned and looked at me.
"There are other stories,” I ex
plained. "Theirs is not the only one."
"No?”
The spirit of Paris—or perhaps the
June sunshine—was in my veins, run
ning riot, clamorous, not to be re
pressed.
“Certainly not. There might be an
other, for instance, with you and me as
the principals."
I dared not look at her; I could only
stare ahead of me down at the water.
She made no sign; the moments
passed.
"Might be.” I said desperately. “But
tlu-re’s a wide abyss between the possi
ble and the actual.”
Still no sign; I had offended her; I
might have known!
But I mustered courage to steal a
Sidelong glance at her.
She was smiling down at the water,
and her eyes were very bright.
"Not always,” she whispered. “Not
always.”
(The Bnd.)
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First Kid—Wot’s yer hurry, Jimmy?
Jimmy—Sister’s feller says if I’ll go
down and get him a left-handed mon
key wrench, and not stop until I And
it, he'll give me a quarter.
One on the Class.
From the Philadelphia Bulletin.
President Hadley of Yale was talkiru
about his student days. “I remember a
stately and venerable professor," he said,
"upon whom some sophomores once tried
to play a trick.
"The professor one morning, being un
able to attend to his class on account of a
cold, wrote on the blackboard:
“ ‘Dr. Dash, through Indisposition, Is un
able to attend to his classes today.’
"The students erased one letter in this
notice, making it read:
“ ‘Ur. Uash, through indisposition, is un
able to attend to his lasses today.’
“Hut it happened a few minutes later
that the professor returned for a box he
had forgotten. Amid a roar of laughter
he detected the change in his notice, and,
approaching the blackboard, calmly
erased one letter in his turn.
“Now, the notice .read:
“ ‘Ur. Dash, through indisposition, is un
able to attend to his asses today.’ ’*
The Obedient Maid.
From Exchange.
A lady was giving instructions to hei j
new maid: “Before removing the soup
plates. Mary, always ask each person if
lie or she would like any more.”
“Very good, madam.’’ replied the maid.
At dinner that evening Mary, respectful
ly bowing to a guest. Inquired:
“More soup, sir?’’
“Yes, please."
“There isn't any left.” was the reply.
Satisfaction.
From the Chicago Tribune.
The man with the long hair and the
cowboy hat stuck his head inside the door
of the little cigar 6tore.
“Do you own this weighin’ machine out
in front of your shebang?” he inquired.
"No, sir,” said the proprietor. “What's
the matter with it?”
“It’s a holdup game. I stepped on it,
dropped my coin in the slot, and I didn't
get any action. 1 want to find the chap
that owns It.”
“You'll have a hard time finding him.
It's owned by a trust.”
The man with the cowboy hat went back
to the machine, took out his revolver and
fired six holes through the dial.
“I reckon that makes us about even,”
he said, replacing his shooting iron and
walking on. “1 don't keer a durn for the
coin, but nothin' that stands on end kin
play a bunko game on me and get more’n
an even break out’n it.”
Every man ought to marry a woman
who is a good mangger, because few
men are any good unless they are prop
erly managed.
MICRO-DRAMA-GRAPHS
By Frank J. Wilstach,
In the Billboard.
--- ---—*
Dead heads should not look gift seats in
the springs.
j In vaudeville, one good turn deserves
{another engagement.
j Admirers of women should never over
Ihear two of them discuss a third.
i
, A good cook should be a good shot, being
busy most of the time about the range.
, The critic evidently considers the actor a
salt fish. He Is forever “soaking" him.
_
! Capacity to think rarely precedes the at
tempt to act.
I The actor who depends upon the bar
room mirror for reflection will fail as sure
ly as water freezes with the slipper side
up.
The actor who keeps his eyes steadily
flxed on the three stars on a brandy bot
tle Is Anally convinced that he is one of
them.
Why is it that our dramatists do not em
ploy our critics to point out their errors
In advance of production, and thu3 ever
avoid failures.
Fame, It is said, is a flower that grows
on the graves of writers. The actor dis
covers by the floral alandales whether
they are dead ones.
If an actress sallows her hair to turn
pray, you may put It down that she either
has not the price or is a hundred miles
from the colorine establishment.
The number of times an actress has fig
ured in a divorce court is no more an in
dication of her cleverness than that the
*ize of a grave stone tells how big a man
Tas.
TO CURE STUTTERING.
If the people who stutter were called.
Ipon to provide the mode of punish
ment to be meted out to the wicked,
they would probably not hesitate the
hair’s breadth of a second to reply, but
as fast as their stumbling tongues
could articulate would order that all
speech be tied.
Just what kind of a nervous afflic
tion stuttering is, and It is generally
conceded that in the nerves lie the real
cause, it is not necessary to know, the
really important point is that it can be
cured.
Schools for stuttering are every day
turning away patients once hopeless
stutterers who can express themselves
as they please without ever becoming
entangled in a maze of reiterated syll
ables.
The fundamental principles taught in
these schools are simple enough. Men
and women who cannot afford to take
a course of instruction at them or who
are so situated that they cannot get
away from their business for a long
enough time to attend, can with a lit- I
tie patience cure themselves at home.
The one successful test against
which stuttering cannot stand is
rhythm, so that is made the first les
on in the course of training. Every
thing must be said to beats in a sing
song way. Tne stutterer is told to re
peat a certain sentence marking each
syllable with a baton or a swing of
the hand, at first to very slow time,
then increasing as to faster and faster.
After this has been practiced until
it seems to be completely mastered a
word is allowed a beat instead of a
syllable, then two words, three, a
clause, and finally a sentence.
Of course for the cure to be at all
successful, it is necessary to repeat ev
ery sentence spoken in this manner,
and to allow several hours a day going
over words and clauses to every kind
of lime used in music.
Jane Oaker, leading woman with the
Wm. Eackaye company, has an uncle
who for years has been one of the
busiest stock buyers in the Chicago
yards. Hut he stuttered about as bad
as any man could and finally make
himself understood. One day when he
had a little leisure on his hands he
sat down and figured out just how
much valuable time he had wasted in
hi) life trying to make his sentences
intelligible. It amounted to some
thing like three years and ten months.
Then he figured out just how much
more he would waste in the same way
if he lived to an average age, and it
made almost the same number of
years. A course at a certain school
guaranteed to cure in three months,
and in less than a week someone else
was doing his work and he was in
stalled as an interested pupil beating
out his words with a baton. To help
things along he bought boxes of soap,
matches, and everything else he could
think of to peddle from door to door
in order to try his new method under
the most embarrassing of situations
where he would be most apt to stutter.
Hut it proved to be all that was
claimed for It, and even before the
three months were up he went back to
his business completely cured.
It is not necessary "to stand up be
pie little rhymes, nor to peddle matches
from door to door. The same methods
can be practised behind one's own
floors and In everyday life when talk
ing to friends. If, only time and at
tention enough Is devoted to the cure,
the worst stutterers may be freed from
the tolls that are so painfully embar
rassing to those afflicted.
[CARING FOR VIOLETS.
Violets, which are worn as they are
almost universally at this season, will
revive wonderfully when taken off if
the stems are well moistened under the
faucets and again wrapped up in tin
foil, the whole being folded out in the
illr In oil paper and placed In a cool
place. They should not be placed di
rectly on the ice, but left in one side
of the refrigerator or put In a box
Outside the window for the night. Some
people think that if the bunch Is hung
Upside down the flowers revive more
satisfactorily, because by this means
the water and sap is forced up Into the
wilted blossoms. In the morning after
this treatment they should be pulled
apart a little and caressed Into a
spreading bunch, while the wilted flow
ers which have refused to revive are
carefully cut off the bunch, leaving the
fresher blossoms in a wonderfully re
vived condition, which admits of their
being worn for another day.
TINTED WAISTS.
White waists are not the only pretty
ones we see this spring, for the dainty
tints in batistes are all the rage. These
can be made beautiful with the addition
of lace fronts which widen to round lace
yoke effects. Short sleeves are trimmed
with lace, making the colored ones very
dressy in appearance. They come In light
blue, lavender and many of tile coffee
shades.
The man who thinks he Is always
right does more harm than the one who
i its willing to admit that he is. sometimes
I jin the wrong.
LATE FRILLS OF FASHION.
The new belts are rather high and
round but are pointed slightly in front.
White wash leather gloves, elbow
length, are the chic things for morn
ing wear.
Black leghorn hats will be trimmed
with flower wreaths made of every
kind of bright field flowers.
Some of the new slippers are laced
over the instep with ribbons in such a
fashion that the stocking shows under
neath.
Some of the pretty old-fashioned
checked tissues in pinks and whites
are to be seen among the thin materials
for new summer frocks.
Gingham dresses are to be very pop
ular again this summer. All sorts of
little fancy checks or striped tub frocks
will be made up simply for morning
wear.
Pongee petticoats are among the most
practical that can be made for summer
wear. They do not show soil readily,
but wash well and will outwear two
ordinary silk ones.
A new fad that is being adopted by
bridge players is the wearing of a large
fantastic ring on the first finger. These
rings, however, must be as as beautiful
as they are unusual. If possible some
design made to order is employed for
the purpose.
New bags of tan and brown leather,
something on the order of the Anthony
or old-fashioned Boston bag have stiff
bottoms studded with small steel nail
heads. They are lined with moire silk
and have a pocket inside for carrying
thf» nnrsp
Linens made especially for the strict
ly tailored shirt waist have light col
ored or black stripes. The patterns
that seem to be most desired are much
like those of the madras cloths and
ginghams. They are made of the very
finest quality of linen.
With all the new leather shades now
being shown in dress materials yellows
of the most unbecoming tones are be
ing introduced. Sulphur yellow, the
lemon shades and the dull mustard
colors are being carried to the extreme,
but only the very radiant woman,
whose complexion and hair can with
stand the livid lights of her gown, can
buy with impunity.
Shantung is going to be the favorite
material for separate coats this season.
It will take the place of the linens to a
great extent and is to be preferred
to pongee on account of its weight and
weave. The short coats will be made
up in the light shades such as oyster
white, biscuit and ecru, while the long
er ones will be seen in tans and all the
shades ranging down to the darkest
browns.
HEALTH HINTS.
Have plain papers put on the ceiling
of your bed room if your eyes are
not very strong.
It is a good idea to keep a box of
unslaked lime in the cellar at this time
of year, for the sake of healthful
rrcss.
A physical culture teacher claims
that by walking backward for at least
ten minutes the most severe case of
nervous headache can be cured.
A good bath for the tired, nervous
woman, is of tepid water, in which 1
ounce of tincture of camphor, V2 ounce
of tincture of benzoin, and 2 ounces
of cologne have been poured.
If the hands are always becoming
moist from excessive perspiration,
dust over them a powder made of 7
ounces of talcum, 1 ounce of salicylic,
and 2 ounces of prepared chalk.
If the feet or ankles are swollen from
long standing and ache like the tooth
ache, put a few drops of carbolic acid
into some warm water and bathe them.
In half an hour all the soreness will
have entirely disappeared.
If the hair is continually falling out
rub sage tea well into the scalp every
night for two or three weeks. After
the first two or three applications it
will be much better and at the end of
that time will have ceased falling en
tirely, unless of course, there is some
particular scalp disease that requires
special medical attention. The sage
tea is apt to make the hair darker,
however.
HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS.
Wash out the Ice chest at least once
a week with warm water and soda to
keep it sweet and clean.
Add a pinch of salt to ground coffee
just before making it. The salt will
not only give body to the drink, but
will also bring out the flavor of the
berry.
Keep your silver always in bags of
unbleached muslin if you do not want
it to become discolored. Something,
probably the sulphur, used in the pro
cess of bleaching, Is apt to turn the
silver black.
To destroy moths in furniture or car
pets with naptha, place over the spots
where the most damage seems to have
been dono cloths wet in hot water
and place on them hot irons allowing
them to steam for ten or fifteen min
utes, later pouring on the naptha.
The dark ring that is often left after
cleaning a spot with turpentine or gas
oline can be removed by dipping the
finger in chloroform and rubbing all
around the edge of the ring, rubbing
al: the time toward the center. Re
peat the process until the material is
dry and the spot has disappeared.
SCISSORS AND THIMBLE.
Hat rests covered with white or deli
cate colored embroidered with white
ribboft in watteau designs make suit
able presents for this season of the
year.
Hem half a dozen squares of Turkish
toweling not larger than six inches each
way for wiping the face after applying
cold cream or skin foods.
The very newest underw’ear is made
from French mull and is so soft and
fine that it can scarcely stand more
than half a dozen launderings. It is
made after the new princess patterns
that combine two or three pieces in
one, all cut with gores, so that there
will be no fullness around the waist.
On the new shirt waists embroidery
and lace designs are set into the sleeves
in elaborate designs. The sleeves are
stretched out on a stiff paper to which
they are basted and the lace whipped
on over and over before cutting out the
material underneath.
Presence of MIncf.
From Harper's Weekly.
A negro minister from Georgia, who was
risking friends in New York City, went
one Sunday to the Cathedral on Fifth ave
nue.
He was very much Impressed by the,
service, especially by the choir-boys in the
processional and recessional. When he
returned to the south he resolved to in
iroduce the same thing into his church;
so he collected fifteen or twenty little
darkies and drilled them until he had them
well trained.
One Sunday the congregation were
greatly surprised to see the choir-boys
marching in, singing the processional. The
minister noticed that something was
wrong; the boy in front was not carrying
anything. He leaned over the pulpit, and
m order to avoid attracting attention, he
chanted in tune to the song they were
ringing;
“What—have you done—with the in
cense-pot?”
The little darky, with great presence of
mind, chanted back;
“I—left it in—the aisle— it was too—
lamn hot.”
"John Alexander Dowie,” said a Zion
ZMty man, “had a grand knack of putting
things quaintly and forcibly.
“At one of his last meetings here he at
tacked the modern mother of society, the
mother who neglects her children.
“ ‘Why,’ he said, *1 overheard the most
remarkable conversation between two
nursemaids on a car yesterday.
“ ‘Are you going to the picnic?' said the
first nursemaid.
“ ‘No,’ said the second; ‘I’m afraid I
shan’t be there.’
“ ‘Why not?’ cried the first. ‘And you
10 fond, too, of picnics and dancing, and
young men, and all that there!’
“ ‘Oh,’ said the other nursemaid, Td love
dearly to go, dearly; but, to tell the truth,
I’m afraid to leave the baby with its moth
er.’ ”
Atchison Globe Sights.
Musicians never abuse a really bad mu
sician.
Some women chew gum Ilk® they were
employed on piece work.
Wherever you go you find people sleep
ing on their opportunities.
If you are a socialist, you can always
get a banquet by getting out of jail.
It Is always easy to find a toothpick
when you are looking for a match.
The little side dishes at a restaurant af
ford considerable amusement to farmers.
The average housekeeper has an idea a
restaurant kitchen isn’t a very tidy place.
The game of whist a woman plays is not
a reliable index to her useful accomplish
ments.
It is bad luck for a hack to drive up in
front of your house. The hack is liable to
contain kin.
People speak of boys “running errands,’’
but if they really do run, we have never
heard of It.
If a man’s first name is “Jake,” chances
•are quite favorable for his wife calling
him “Mister.”
A woman doesn’t think anything is quite
fit to eat unless she can serve it with
whipped cream.
Ever notioe how a man likes to find fault
with his job in the presence of men who
haven’t as good a one?
Although a woman knows she is not on
angel, she never fully forgives her hus
band for not being a hero.
A widower with seven children stands
a better show of getting married again
than a widow with one.
The way some men eat soup deserves
the attention of the Society for the Pre
vention of Usless Noises.
The only time a boy has any use for a
peace conference Is when he realizes it is
up to him to cry “Enough*”
It is a funny notion that old maids of 35
need chaperons, while married women of
25 do not need them.
Which is the mother of the chickens;
the hen that laid the egg, the hen that
hatched It, or the incubator that hatched
When a man abserves conventional hours
In calling on a girl. It Indicates, among
other things, that the affair Isn’t very
serious.
Some men live a long time, and are still
looking for an “opening’’ when they find
that one In the ground that Is coming to
all.
Talk with any man who doesn’t gamble,
and In due time he will tell you that he
believes he has a natural aptitude for it.
What has become of the old fashioned
man who. when he bought anything at a
store, asked the clerk: ’’What Is the dam
age?1’
The people of every locality possessed of
a creek or a duck pond, believe they would1
have excellent fishing if the game law
could be enforced.
There Is a good deal of cheap wit about
hugging girls In the waltz, but as a mat
ter of fact, when a man hugs a woman,
he does not do It in a crowd.
FIT THE GROCER.
Wife Made the Suggestion.
A grocer has excellent opportunity to
know the effects of special foods- on
Ills customers. A Cleveland grocer has
a long list of customers that have been
helped in health by leaving off coffee
and using Postum Food Coffee.
He says, regarding his own experi
ence: "Two years ago I had been
drinking coffee and must say that I
was almost wrecked In my nerves.
“Particularly In the morning I was
so Irritable and upset that I could
hardly wait until the coffee was serv
ed, and then I had no appetite for
breakfast and did not feel like attend
ing to my store duties.
“One day my wife suggested that
luasmuch as 1 was selling so much
Postum there must be some merit In it
and suggested that we try it. I took
home a package and she prepared It ac
cording to directions. The result was
a very happy one. My nervousness
gradually disappeared and to-day I am
all right. I would advise everyone
affected iu any way with nervousness
or stomach troubles, to leave off coffee
and use Postum Food Coffee.” “There’s
a Reason.” Read, “The Itoad to Well
vllle,” In pkgs.
