Facts About Motherhood The experience of Motherhood is a one to most women and marks distinctly an epoch in their lives. Not -one woman in a hun dred is prepared or ^understands how to Iproperly care forher iself. Of course near i I ly every woman now ' aaays has medical )treatment at tho 'time of child-birth, )but many approach the experience with Jam unfitted for the trial of and when the strain is over _am baj received a shock from . H is hard to recover. Follow-1 .rht upon this comes the nervous Xtxson of caring for the child, and a . distinct change in the mother results. Then la nothing more charming than chappy and healthy mother or chil InSLtai indeed child-birth under right (KKbditioRS need be no hazard to health esrfaeaotw. The unexplainable thing is that, wt&all the evidence of shattered werveo «d broken health resulting Irma *oa unprepared condition, women will persist in going blindly to the trial. I* teal as though the experience op open them unawares. They have •state Mws in which to prepare, but Am for the most part, trust to chance oaf pay the penalty. I> many homes once childless there •xdnow children because of the fact thjfe Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Cal|y|and makes women normal, iby woman who would like a«0dil advice in regard to this " g la cordially invited to . ho Mrs. 1*1 nk ham at Lynn, Her letter will he held in > eon Mdcnce. Churches and Tuberculosis. SUthttca showing how serious a pOMK tuberculosis Is to the ordl ■i«qr church congregation have been teHKsfl by the National Association for tted Study and Prevention of Tubor ■vTqrti. From reports received from •wur 7M churches, with a membership off 4vcr *12,000 communicants ot twenty denominations, and from 208 ciHef and towns In 12 states In varl dusttiu in 1910, over 700 or 10 taw mat, were caused by tuberculosis. TflwtOMMM j 24 deaths for every thou <•008 member* or communicants. teJtelto the percentage of deaths from Owteorcul’Jit* compared with other dls v—| ta not higher in the churches, •wwrdlit to these figures, than In the «MO)l«y at large, the tuberculosis totm vale, as shown by the church imtaips, is higher per thousand com swsfaiiti than that for the general paurajaUbn In the registration area of (tea tJBtted States, which the census -haream gave as 1.67 In 1909. [* A'Herford Bon Mot. Oliver Herford and a friend were •m rolling through a section of town that) area plentifully strung with pul toy vmm on which many a family “'WadhT* was waving In the wind. Mr. itorwrft companion called attention fee taw meaner in which these gar meats shat out the sky and otherwise dtafigured the landscape. Mr. Herford ■oaed at them thoughtfully and then aomtly murmured: "The short and wed simple flannels of the poor.” n»J5rS!SS.lf SSTStti. t’AfrORlA, a safe and sure remedy for children, and see that It tea Bee For Om SO* ream Cry for Fletcher’s Castori* Not • Singer. “Johnny," the teacher said, "here la >a booh. Now, stand up straight and whoffUma little man." The mag was “Nearer. My God." 3to assw had the school commenced to stag than a Uttle girl waved her hsatdl frantically, stopping the sing fesgj the teacher inquired the cause. "Tlwu, teacher, I think Johnny will cat nearer if he whistles." lets sever clogs a man's memory, te Bearcely off with the old until hs» hi «a with the new. ARE YOU FREE —FROM— HntArlin, Colds, Indigestion, Plana, Constipation, Sour Stomach, HiuniJi? If you are not, the most nftutfiwb prompt and pleasant mrthnd of getting rid of them is to tdfcew now and then, a desertspoon W of tbe ever refreshing and truly htwftal laxative remedy—Syrup of Bos and Elixir of Senna. It u tnl known throughout the world >ns die best of famuy laxative reme because it acts so gently and Mnnglbeus naturally without irri Whg fbe system in any way. To get its beneficial effects it is always necessary to buy the genu ne, manufactured by the California 2Rg Syrup Co., bearing the name of the Company, plainly printed on die front of every package. - —.. - - - ----------1 i Half a Rogue Py HAROLD MAC GRATH Author of tho Man on tha Box, Tha Puppat Crown. Haarts and Masks, Ute, Copyright Bobbs-Merrlll Co., Indianapolis. | CHAPTER VH—(Continued.) These men ate quickly and digested slowly. McQuade took out two fat black cigars and passed one to Martin, ■who tore off the end with his teeth. "I want to find out all there is to know about Warrington. I can't ex plain why Just now: too many ardund." “Set Bolles after him. Bolles used to be with a private detective bureau. If thdre’s anything to learn, he’ll learn It. There he Is now. Hey, waiter, ask that gentleman looking for a vacant table to come over. Hello, Bolles!” "How do you, Mr. Martin. Hot day, Mr. McQuade.” “Sit down,” said McQuade, with a nod of invitation toward the remaining vacant chair. “Cigar or a drink?” “Bring me a little whisky—no. make It an old-fashioned cocktail. That’ll be about right.” "Mr. McQuade has a Job for you, Bolles, if you're willing to undertake It.” “I’ve got some time on my hands just now," replied Bolles. “Contract work?” “After u fashion,” said McQuade grimly. "Eat your dinner and we’ll go up stairs to my office. What I have to say can’t be said here.” "All right, Mr. McQuade, If it’s da gos, I'll have plenty in hand in Novem ber.” "I shall want you to go to New York,” said McQuade. “New York or San Francisco, so long as some one foots the bills." “I’ll foot ’em,” agreed McQuade. "Hustle your dinner. We’ll wait for you at the bar." Bolles ordered. A Job for McQuade that took him to New York meant money, money and a good time. There were no more contracts till September, so the Junket to New York wouldn’t in terfere with his regular work. He had sublet his Italians. He was free. A few minutes later he joined McQuade, and the trio went up stairs in a cloud of tobacco smoke. McQuade nodded to the typewriter, who rose and left tho private office. The three men sat down, in what might be described as a one-two-three attitude: domination, tacit acceptance of this domination, and servility. “Do you know Richard Warrington, the play-writer?" “That snob? Yes, I know who he is, and I’d like to punch his head for him, too." McQuade smiled. This manifest ran cor on Bolles' part would make things easier than he thought. "Well, listen. I’ve just been tipped that big things are going to happen this fall. That fool Donnelly has queered himself, and Is making a muddle of everything ho touches. Senator Hen derson is a shrewd man, but he wasn’t shrewd enough this time. He should have conducted his little conspiracy In his own home and not at a club where servants often find profit in selling what they hear, Henderson Is going to put Warrington up for mayor." "The h—11 he Is!” said Bolles. Martin’s jaw dropped, and the cigar ashes tumbled down his shirt bosom, "It's no joke,” went on McQuade. “If he Is nominated, lie’ll win. The people are wanting a change. If the Hender son people get Into the city hall. I stand to lose a fortune on contract's. You both know what that means. War rington must never get a chance to accept.” Bolles looked at Martin. McQgtadt. saw the look, and, interpreting it, laughed. “These are no dime-novel days. We don’t kill men to get ’em out of the way. We take a look into their past and use it as a elub.” "I begin to see,” said Martin. "War rington must be side-tracked before the convention. Good. That'll be sim ple.” “Not very," McQuade admitted. "It's going to be a devilish hard job. You. Bolles, pack up and go to New York. I want some Information regarding this young fellow’s past in New York. It’s up to you to get It. No faking, mind you: good substantial evidence that can be backed up by affidavits. Get the idea? Five hundred and expenses, If you succeed; your expenses anyhow. Five hundred is a lot of money these days. But if you go on a bat. I’ll drop you like a hot brick, for good and all. Think It over. Puck up tonight. If you want to. Here's a hundred to start with. Remember this, now. there must be a woman.” “A woman?” "Yes. A man has no past, If there Isn't a woman in It.” "I can land that five hundred," Bolles declared confidently. "I can find the woman. I’ll write you every other day." "Well, then, that's all. Good luck. No boozing while you’re on the Job. Afterward I don’t care what you do. By-hy.” Bolles took his dismissal smilingly. Five hundred. It was easy. “If It’s possible, he’ll do It,” said Mar tin. "But what’s your campaign?” "Donnelly must remain another term. After that, oblivion. There’ll be bids this fall. If Henderson’s man wins, there'll be new aldermen. These bids of mine must go through and gas must be kept ut a dollar-flfty. I'm a rich man, but at present I'm up to my neck In southern contracts that aren't paying 10 cents on the dollar. Herculaneum's got to foot the hill." “flow'd you find out about Hender son's coup'.’" "One of the waiters at his elub said he had some information. ( gave him 110 for something I’d have given $1,000 for jusf as quickly. If Henderson had sprung Warrington In September, we’d huve been swumped. Now we have a 1 good chance to hang on." "Force him to back down and with draw?" McQuade nodded. "It's simply got to be done. I didn’l give Henderson credit for so clever a move as this. A new man, famous and wealthy, under no obligations to his party; the voters would follow hint jusl for the novelty of the thing. Besides there are o^her reasons, but I’m keep ing them to myself. How about thal pavement deal In John street?" John street possessed but three oi four houses. The paving would be a $1'1.000 job. As a witty political speak er once said, they paved Herculanourr In the concrete and in the ahstruet. “It will go through Monday night smooth as butter.” "Canvassed the hoys?" More than three-fourths vote. Sure.' "I’m depending upon you." "Will you turn down Donnelly at the ■convention?" "I tell you he’s got to run again. I’l bring him to order, after a little heart to-heart talk. He's the only man Ir sight," "Why not play the same game at l*H< mderson?*’ *Tve thought it all out. There’s m one but Donnelly. Pick up anythin* you can about Warrington.” Martin telephoned for h’-s team. nn< 20 aalnutes later he was driving iouu try ward. McQuade dictated a few let ters, one of which he directed to be sent by messenger. Then he left the office and called upon the editor of the Times. This conference lasted an hour. Mc Quade was chief owner of the Times. Warrington was greatly surprised when, at 3:30, a message was brought to him requesting him briefly and po litely to do Mr. McQuade the honor to call on him between 4 and 5 that after noon He had met McQuade at the Chamber of Commerce dinner. The In troduction had been most formal. What the deuce did McQuade wish to see him about? Should be go? A natural aver sion to the man said no; but policy urged him as well as curiosity. He went to the telephone and called up Mc Quade's office. Mr. McQuade was not In, but would return at 4. Ah! It was the typewriter who spoke. Would she kindly notify Mr. McQuade on his re turn that Mr. Warrington would be at his office at 4:30? She would. Thanks. Warrington smoked uneasily. He had no desire to meet McQuade. Their ways were widely separated and reached nothing in common. But he readily recognized the fact that McQuade was not a man such as one might heedlessly antagonize. What could the politician want of the literary man? McQuade dabbled In racing horses; perhaps he had a horse to sell. In that event, they would meet on common ground. But his belief in this possibility was only half heartfd. He filled his pockets with cigars, wnistled for th2 dog, and de parted. Both of the Bennington houses were closed; the two families were up north In the woods. Promptly at 4:30 Warrington and his dog entered the elevator of the Mc Quade building and were dislodged on the third floor. They went along the dim corridor, scrutinizing doors, each hunting for one of his kind. Jove couldn’t read, but he could smell. Fin ally Warrington came to a stand. Upon the glass panel of the door he read: DANIEY M’QUADE & CO., : GENERAL. CONTRACTORS : He did not knock. He opened the door and walked in. It Is a sign of weakness for a man to knock on the door of a business office, unless it Is marked private. Nevertheless, the dingy glass had known the knocks of many knuckles. A girl was hammering on the typewriting machine. "I have an appointment with Mr. Mc Quade,” said Warrington pleasantly, "would you mind announcing me?" “Mr. McQuade will see you.” Warrington walked quietly Into the lion's den. CHAPTER VIII. “Glad to see you, Mr. Warrington,” said McQuade, pointing toward a chair. He did not offer his hand; something told him not to make that mistake. From under the desk McQuade’s dog . merged, stiff and bristling. On his side. Jove stood squarely on his legs, > head on, as they say, his lips writhing and quivering with rage. Warrington touched the chair that had been offered him. Jove begged. But the the- master was obdurate. Joe Jumped up, but turned quickly. The white dog stopped. He recognized that he was j at a complete disadvantage. McQuade watched these proceedings I with an amused twinkle. It was a clever maneuver. So far as he was concerned, a good clog fight would not have, been to his distate. “it doesn't hurt the brutes to fight once In a while. But, of course,” he added, “your dog is old." “Nothing is old till it is useless." “An c pigram from one of your plays?” “No: but It sounds good enough to use . Jove has strong teeth, however, and he comes from a lighting family. But for my part. 1 had much rather see two men pummel each other." "So would I. for that matter." Mc Quade pushed the matchbox toward Warrington but Warrington drew out i his own and struck a light. McQuade shrugged. “Mr. McQuade. I am interested to learn what is back of your note. , Horses?” INO, IlO l I1UIBOB. McQuade viewed the young ntan through half-closed eyes. The con tractor was a big hulk of a man. phys ically as strong as a bull, with reddish hair, small twinkling eyes, a puffy nose mottled wtih veins thin lips shaded by a bristling red mustache, and a heavy Jaw. The red fell of hair on his hands reminded Warrington of a sow’s back. "No, Mr. Warrington, I haven't any horses for sale today,” he began. "Not very long ago you met Senator Hen derson at your club. He offered you the nomination for mayor this fail, and you accepted it.” Warrington could not repress a start of (Turprlse. ’’That Is true. What mystifies me.” he supplemented. "Is how this know ledge came to your ears.” "I- generally hear what’s going on. My object in asking you to call Is to talk over the matter on a friendly basis." "Politically, we have nothing In com mon.” "Politically or socially. But the point is this: What have you done that you should merit this honor? I’ll talk frankly. What have you done toward the building up of your city? What have you done toward Its progress In manufacturing and building? You have done nothing but buy a house on the fashionable street and pay the taxes.” “You might add that I once peddled vegetables.” said Warrington. It was McQuade’s turn to be sur prised’. "Then you are not ashamed of the fact that you sold vegetables?" "In truth. I’m rather proud of it. It was the first step In the fight. And I tell you honestly, Mr. McQuade that I have fought every inch of the way. And I shall continue to fight, when there’s anything worth fighting for. I’m not a manufacturer or a builder, but I am none the less eligible for public office. What little money I have was made honestly, every penny of It. It was not liullt on political robbery und the failures of others. But let us come to the point. You have something to say.” "Yes. I have. And It Is this: 1 don’t propose to have you meddle with the politics of this city. I hope we can come to a peaceful understanding. I don't want to war against you.” "Mr. McQuade. you talk like a man out of his sense. Who's going to pre vent me from accepting the nomina tion?" i "I an," answered McQuade. bring ing a list down on his desk. The dogs growled. They seemed to I realize that war or some kind was in tire air. “How?” asked Warrington. The man was a fool! “You will go to Senator Henderson and tell him that you have recon sidered.” Warrington laughed. "I believed I knew all phases, but this one surpasses any I ever heard of. You have the nerve to ask me, of the opposition party, to refuse the nomination for mayor?” "I have." "Are you afraid of me?” “Not of you, my lad,” McQuade ans wered sardonically, spreading out his great hands. “Do I look like a man afraid of anything? But the thought of a stranger becoming mayor of Herculaneum rather frightens me. Let us have peace, Mr. Warrington. “I ask nothing better.” “Withdraw.” ”1 never withdraw. I am not afraid of anything. I even promise to be good-natured enough to look upon this meeting as a colossal Joke.” McQuade’s eyes narrowed again. “Personally, you are nothing to me,” he replied; “politically, you are a med dler, and you are In my way.” “Oh. I am in your way? That is to say, if I am elected, there’ll be too much honesty In the city hall to suit your plans? I can readily believe that. If you can convince me that I ought not to run for mayor, do so. I can accept any reasonable argument. But bluster will do no good. For a man of your ac credited ability, you are making a poor move, even a fatal one.” “Will you withdraw?” “Emphatically no!” “All right. Whatever comes your way after this, don’t blame me. I have given you a fair warning.” “You have threatened.” ”1 can act also. And »ou can put this In your pipe, Mr. Warrington, that be fore October comes round, when the republican convention meets, you will withdraw your name quickly enough. This is not a threat. It’s a warning. That’s all. I'm sorry you can’t see the matter from my standpoint." “Come, boy,” said Warrington to hfs dog. "You had better keep your ani mal under the table.” McQuade did not move or answer. So Warrington grasped Jove by the collar and led him out of the private office. McQuade heard the dramatist whistle on the way to the elevator. “So he’ll fight, eh?” growled Mc Quade. "Well, I’ll break him, or my name’s not McQuade. The damned meddling upstart, with his plays and fine women! You’re a hell of a dog you are! Why the devil didn’t you kill his pup for him?" McQuade sent a kick at the dog, who dodged It successfully, trotted out to the typewriter and crawled under the girl’s skirts. Warrington went home, thoroughly angry with himself^ Withdraw? It would have to be something more tan gible than threats. “There was a long distance call for you this afternoon,” announced his aunt. “The Benningtons want you to come up at once instead of next week.” Warrington brightened perceptibly. He went to work, but his heart wasn’t In it. The Interview with McQuade in sisted upon recurring. Why hadn’t he walked out without any comment what ever? Silence would have crushed Mc Quade. He knew that McQuade could not back up this threat; it was only a threat. Bah! Once more he flung him self Into his work. Half an hour later the door bell rang. • ••••<• Herculaneum had a unique character. He was a pompous little man to whom the Inelegant applied the term of runt. He never could have passed the army examination, for he had no Instep. Ho walked like a duck, flat footed, minus the waddle. He was pop-eyed, and the fumes of strong drink had loosened the tear ducts bo that his eyes swam in a perennial mist of tears. His wife still called him William, but down town he was Bill. He knew everybody in town, and everybody in town knew him. There was a time when he had been on intimate terms with so distinguished a person as Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene. He will tell you to This day how he was wont to dandle her on his knee. Bill was one of those Individuals of whom it is said: “He means well." In other words, he was a do-nothing, a ne'er do-well. He had been comparatively rtch once, but he had meant well with his money. One grand splurge, and it was all over. Herculaneum still recol lects that splurge. When in his cups. Bill was always referring to those gor geous days. Afterward, Bill and his family lived from hand to mouth. Bill had a wonderful memory; he never forgot those who laughed at him and those who nodded kindly. He was shiftless and laxy, but he had a code of honor. Bill could have blackmailed many a careless man of prominence, had he been so minded. But a man who had once dined a governor of the state could do no wrong. His main fault was that he had neglected to wean his former greatness; he still nursed it. Thus, it was beneath his dignity to accept a position as a clerk in a store or shop. Bill marched into the Warrington place jauntily. He wore a tie. Jove ran out and sniffed the frayed hems of his trousers. The door opened pres ently. "Is Richard in?” Bill asked. He had; had only two drinks that evening. (Continued Next Week ! GAVE HIM AWAT. Willie—Say. maw, pop muat tell you ' a lot of riddled His Mother—Why do you ask? Willie—Well, I heard him tell Mr. Jones last night that he had you guessing. " • » Nothing Wrong. From the Baltimore and Richmond Chris tian Advocate. "My! Miss Ma'r," said the old darke) ' to the young lady of the house, the morn i lug after her coming-out bail, "you sho ; did look sweet las' night. My! I hardlj knowed you. Bey wasn't a thing aboul 1 you dat looked najchel.” The Place to Die. From'the Atlanta Constitution. "My hero dies n the middle of my latest novel." said the young author. "That-.- a get .e mistake." replied the ed itor. ' !< -.t n.ld r.rt bit before the readui CALUMET Injuring powora sjjg 1 J\ The wonder of bak-Bk S S/I I ing powders—Calumet Bk j Wonderful in its raising V J powers — its uniformity, B Av/ *** never fading results, its B jr Jy purity. || Wonderful in its economy. B TV It costs less than the high-price B IJ trust brands, but it is worth as B ' j much. It costs a trifle more than B / the cheap and big can kinds— B it is worth more. But proves its B real economy in the baking, 1 U«e CALUMET—the Modem W Baking Powder. ^B \ At all Grocers. ANXIETY WAS FOR THE KEG Overcharge a Small Matter, but Cus tomer Old Hate to See Good Material Hurt. Every nail-keg in the store had its jccupant, the checker-board was work ing overtime, and mittens and muf flers were stuffed in bulgy pockets, as their owners drew closer round the big, rusty stove. The door opened noisily, letting in a blast of the storm raging outside, and in its wake followed Rufe Blevins, a giant wood-chopper, whose good na ture and ready wit made him a wel come addition to the store circle. The loafers moved a little closer to gether to make room for Rufe on a soap-box, but he marched past the friendly circle, plumped an empty molasses-keg down on the counter, and drew a staibed bill from his pocket, which he held out to the pro prietor of the store. An expectant grin went round the circle, for Storekeeper Jones had the reputation of never wronging himself by overweighing or underchu.ging. The merchant adjusted his glasses and looked expectantly from the bill to the wood-chopper. "Notice you charged me for five gal lons o’ molasses last time I had this four-gallon keg filled,” drawled Rufe. '1 don’t mind payin’ for the extra gal lon, Mr. Jones, but I do kinder hate to have a good keg strained to pieces.” —Youth’s Companion. DIDN’T CARE TO BE DONE. r* 'HillM I Howell—He does everything in his power— Powell—Then I’m glad that I’m not in his power. ALL RUN DOWN. A Typical Case of Kidney Trouble and How It Was Cured. 1 A. J. Adams, 242 Rose St., Roseburg, Ire., says: “My back aehed fiercely for hours and then eased np only to leave me so weak I could hardly move. Kidney secretions con tained heavy sediment and burned awfully in passage. Everything seemed to be gradu ally giving way; my limbs aohed, sight be came poor and blood circulation was so im paired that I reeled ind had to clutch something to keep .’rom falling. I grew worse and for weeks was unable to work. One thing after another I tried without., relief and then I began with Doan's Kidney Pills, I now feel like a different per son.” Remember the name—Doan’s. For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a iox. Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Net Exactly Patriotic. He was, let us say, Irish, was among leveral men of other nationalities, and lad imbibed several beverages. He was extremely anxious, moreover, to uphold the glories of Erin, but was >ot quite so sure of what was going >n about him. A foreigner near him -emarked; "An honest man is the noblest work jf God!” The Hibernian didn’t quite catch what was said "Get out!—an Irishman is!” he ■oared. Her Way. Mrs. Woggs—So you keep your hus band home evenings? I suppose you put his slippers where he can find em? Mrs. Boggs—No; I put his over shoes where he can't.—Puck. On Occasion. i "Pop, is it X that is an unknown quantity?” , “I have always found it so, niv son, j whenever I tried to borrow one.” 8HE WAS THE CAUSE. Hewitt—I am a ruined man. Jewett—Does your wife know it? Hewitt—No, she doesn't yet reallzs what she has done. SCRATCHED TILL BLOOD RAM "When my boy was about three months old his head broke oat with a rash which was very itchy and ran a watery fluid. We tried everything wf could but he got worse all the tima till it spread to his arms, legs and then to his entire body. Be got se bad that he came near dying. The rash would itch so that he would scratch till the blood ran, and a thir yellowish stuff would be alt over his pillow in the morning. I had to put mittens on his hands to prevent him tearing his skin. He was so weak and run down that he took fainting spells as if he were dying. He was almost a skeleton and his tittle hands were thin like claws. "He was bad about eight months when we tried Cuticura Remedies. I had not laid him down in his cradle In the daytime for a long while. X washed him with Cuticura Soap and put on one application of Cuticura Ointment and he was so soothed that he could sleep. You don't know how glad 1 was he felt better. It took one box of Cuticura Ointment and pretty near one cake of Cuticura Soap to cure him. I think our boy would have died hut for the Cuticura Remedies and I shall always remain a Arm friend of them. There has been no return of the trouble. I shaft bo glad to have you publish this true state ment of his cure.” (Signed* Mrs. Mf. C. Maitland, Jasper, Ontario, Slay 27, 1910. Recognize Value of Freeh Air. New York city now has In opera tion twelve open air sckeotfe and classes, and deAnlte provision has been made for fourteen slnsHav classes to be opened by next fall, according to an announcement made by tfl&e Na tional Association for the and Prevention of Tuberculosis. Chicago has six open air classes la Its Schools, and Boston has Ave. Happy Family. Mrs. Scrapplngton (in the midst of her reading)—Here is an account of a woman turning on the gas while her husband was asleep and asphyxiating him! Mr. Scrapplngton—Very considerate of her, I’m sure! Some wives' wake their husbands up, and then talk them to death.—Puck. Taking a Chance. Employer—So, then. Miss Willing, you're leaving us for good? Miss Willing—No Sir! fiVw better or for worse! Dr. Pierce’s Pellets, small, suga