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WOMEN OF j MIDDLE AGE —r I Mrs. Quinn’s Experience Ought to Help You Over i flie Critical Period. Lowelk Mass.—"For the last three years 1 have been troubled with the -- Change of Life and the bad feelings common at that time. I was in a very nervous condi tion, with headaches and pain a good deal of the time so I was unfit to do my work. A friend asked me to tiy Lydia E. Pinkhanra Vegetable Com Jpound, which I did, and it has helped me in every way. I am not nearly so nervous, no headache or pain. I must say that Lydia E. Pinkham'a Vegetable Compound is the best remedy any sick woman can take. ” —Mrs. Margaret Quinn, Rear 269 Worthen St, Lowell, Mass. Other warning symptoms are a sense of suffocation, hot flashes, headaches, backaches, dread of impending evil, timidity, sounds in the ears, palpitation of the heart, sparks before the eyes, irregularities, constipation, variable appetite, weakness, inquietude, and dizziness. If you need special advice, write to the Lydia E. 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Vactlass aid S.rwms unrftr u. S. kleense Tla CaUer UHntwy. 6crfcaf«, ©*., Cklaaii. Ilk The Man Who Forgot A NOVEL By JAMES HAY, JR. GARDEN CITY NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1915 CHAPTER NINE.—(Continued). “But don’t let me keep you from your work,” ho apologized. “I am now about to wrap my legs around the greased cable of pro found thought and sink into an abyss of reflection.” And he did, until Smith came in. Waller watched him while he went to Miss Downey and asked her to take bis card in to Mr. Man nersley. More than ever before, he seemed surcharged with vital ity, tremendous strength. Chollie wollie, lounging in his chair, thought he looked like a man in some way supernaturally alive, tensed, as if expectancy had turned him to the limit of human efficiency. It was as if a gorge ousness of virility was within him. “What it all about?” inquired the newspaper man, after Miss Downey had gone into Manners ley’s office. i “The line of duty.” Smith wheeled toward him, swiftly brushing his hand across his hair. “I’ve come to make a last appeal to Mannersley. lie and his com mittee are holding up this amend ment. I’ve come to ask him for the action the people of the coun try want.” j Waller sank deeper into his chair and became the picture of discouragement. “It’s bewildering — benumb ing,” he said drearily. “Why don’t you try to jump over the Washington monument—or make government clerks work—or train a dozen oysters on the half shell to sing a Greek chorus? ’ “I’m doing only tho fair thing,” Smith replied, unaffected by the other’s tone. “If the chairman of this committee is accessible to the lobbyists of the other side, why shouldn’t ho bo told what we have to say?” 9 voice that Rounds out imperiously in Washington nowadays is the people’s voice—really.” “That,” commented Smith, ‘‘brings me to my story of what I accomplished while 1 was in New York. 1 want to tell you He paused, checked by the en trance of a man through the door that led into the meeting room of the committee. The newcomer, hesitating in the doorway, looked casually at Waller, and, from that, stared at Smith. The men’s eyes met and held for a long moment. The stranger wore a flashy blue suit that had in it a broad, lateral stripe of white. Above, a vividly flowered vest he had spread a curi out cravat of brilliant red. His derby was slanted to one side. He looked like a low type of profes sional gambler. There was about him nothing striking except his vulgarity, but something in his stare built the encounter into a real scene. The hint of fear that had been in his eyes turned to ef frontery. Standing there, perfect ly still, his dissipated face a con fession of sin, his clothing an out rage against good taste, his whole bearing an advertisement of weak ness, he finally lowered his gaze from Smith’s and laughed. The insolence of it was so pro nounced, so direct, that Smith looked questioningly to Waller. The stranger, a smile of impu dence still upon his lips, turned to Miss Downey. ‘‘Where’s Mr. Mitchell?” he asked. Miss Downey evidently had seen him before. “He’s still with Mr. Manners ley,’’ she replied coolly. She even forgot to end the sentence on a high key. i “ Don’t guess I'll wait any long er, then,” he announced, going toward the door leading into the corridor. As he went out he turned his head so that he might see Smith once more. He laughed again, this time as if lie felt some odd sort of embarrassment. He did not close the door after him, and Miss Downey rose quickly, as if by in stinct, to shut it and keep out some unpleasant thing. “Who on earth was that?” Smith asked, turning to Waller. Cholliewollie showed real ex citement. “I'll bet $1,000,000,” he said in a low tone, “that that fellow knows something about you — knew you years ago!” Smith did not reply. He had turned to meet Mannersley, who, followed by Albert Mitchell the lobbyist, was entering the room. CHAPTER TEN. ——■ i ■ ■ Manersley’s bearing had in it nothing of cordiality. Halting after a step into the room, he looked at the agitator coldly, without either welcome or in quiry. “Good morning,” Smith greet ed him. “Well,” he said, “what is it?” Waller, still lounging in his chair and watching the scene in tently, saw that the insult in the congressman’s voice stung Smith a little too much. He was afraid the agitator would lose control of the situation. He went to lie re lief. “By the way, Mr. Mitchell,” he drawled, as if trying to grasp a hazy recollection, “where was it you tended bar?” Mitchell, burly, red faced, each of his fat features a distinct defi nition of what whisky may do for a man when absorbed daily' in reg ular potations, scowled. Miss Downey, by a heroic effort, saved herself from a snicker. Even Smith smiled before he replied to Mannersley’s question : “l have come to make a last ap peal to you for action by this com mittee on the prohibition amend ment. ’ ’ Mitchell, maintaining his atti tude back of the congressman, de voted his attention to Smith. Wal ler’s smile had not been affected by the scowl. “You know my position on that,” Mannersley answered curt ly. “And you know the position of a majority of the committee. It’s useless to discuss it.” lou overrate lounvisis, >> ,u ler replied calmly. “How so?” “It’s a mistake that nearly ev erybody unfamiliar with Washing ton makes. The thing’s a joke. People talk of lobbyists as if they had some uncanny power, like Aladdin’s wonderful lamp, with which they influenced statesmen’s minds and caused the current oi legislation to change its course. And, of all the so-called lobbyists, this whisky crowd is the worst. Why, they know nothing at all.” “You go too far in your assump tion that they don’t count,” Smith argued. “Not a bit of it. Just take a look at them—imposing looking overcoats, heavy walking sticks, and wise looks! They haunt the hotel lobbies and slouch through the corridors up here at the eapi tol. That goes for all of them, the whisky crowd and all the rest. I’ve heard a lot about lobbying and what it docs. But in the 10 years I’ve been in Washington 1 don’t believe a lobbyist has ever changed a vote.” “That’s a sweeping statement.” “But not too sweeping. I tell you, this crowd you have to con tend with can’t affect a vote—not a single vote! They’re paid gos sipers, salaried scandal mongers— and that lets them, out. They can’t make members listen to them. If they could, they wouldn't know what to sav. If lobbying ever was worth anything in this town, it’s been a lost art ever since I’ve been here.” Miss Downey came in and went back to her seat. “Mr. Mannersley will see you in a few minutes,” she informed Smith. “Why not now?" asked Waller, with his first sign of impatience. “What’s he doing?” ! Miss Downey rebuked him with tip tilted nose as she replied: “He’s in conference with Mr. Mitchell.” i “Albert Mitchell—the whisky man!” | “Yes, Mr. Waller.” | “Ah,” smiled Smith, “l thought they couldn’t make members listen to them!” “This is different,” contended Waller. “The whisky people elected Mannersly. They got him in his home district. That’s the only way the crooks can affect leg islation nowadays, by hopping out and paying a man’s campaign ex penses. Outside of that. Hie only "But is it?” "Quite.” Mannersley turned on his heel. There came into Smith’s voice enough of command to prolong the interview. “At least,” he said sharply, "you will permit me to give yon my reasons for leaking this final appeal to you—particularly be cause there is connected with it a warning.” Mannersley, facing him again, appeared affronted. “ A warning?” “Say, rather,” amended Smithy “a statement of what we intend t<k do.” The congressman knew enough of what Smith had done already. If there was something more coming, it would do no harm for him to know it. "Go ahead!” lie assumed in difference. Waller, describing the thing afterward, said: "When Smith began to talk, he became immediately clothed in the purple of sincerity. There was upon him the regality of earnest ness. He was imperious—an un crowned king.” The agitator’s figure seemed, all of a sudden, more erect. The feel ing back of his words chiselled bis features to a finer pattern. "Then, Mr. Mannersley,” he said, "I ask you and your commit tee to report favorably the resolu tion authorizing this amendment to the constitution. I ask it of you, first, for financial reasons— money.” He waved his hands widely. His smile was persuasive. “That appeals to everybody— money. I ask you to do your share in putting liquor out of the way because the cost to the public of caring for the crime, the pauper ism, and the insanity caused by alcohol is more than $2,000,000, 000 every year. Two billions every year for housing and feeding and clothing the world of wreckage that is the work of rum—$2,000, 000,000 every 12 months! And tlin t A+ol 1 1 All A« 1A 1 1 1 ■! r. -- »v ^ w**-* v* euuil try, the mere purchase price of the alcohol that is bought by the drink and in bottles and barrels, is $2,000,000,000 a year. Two bil lions every 12 months for the stuff that is drunk! There alone you have $4,000,000,000. Ah, don’t smile yOur contempt! Those are figures that even the whisky peo ple never have been able to dis prove or combat. They are of of ficial and medical record. Nothing can go behind them. Add to that the reduced efficiency, the un timely deaths, the careers ruined and cut short, the lack of employ ment, and you have the grand, commanding total of $6,000,000, 000 a year—$0,000,000,000 a year as the tribute this country pavs to alcohol! ’ ’ Mitchell, shifting from one foot to the other, shrugged his big shoidders and laughed. Smith, extending his right hand with lightning like rapidity, ac cused him: “You cannot deny it! It has never been denied successfully! That is what you, and the men like you, take away from the American people every year—6-, 000,000,000 of dollars, six times more than is used to pay all the expenses of running this govern ment for a year.” He turned to Mannersley, his head thrown slightly back, his chest expanded, his tense right arm compelling attention. “That’s the money argument. Secondly, I present this thing to you from its moral aspects. Nine ty-five per cent of all the cases of lawlessness and crime that crowd our court dockets today were caused by men being put back to lower levels of mentality and emo tionalism by the use of whisky. Ponder that in your spare mo ments ! Out of the whisky bottles has come 95 per cent of our na tional disgrace! ’' Mannersley stirred uneasily, like a soldier who realizes for the first time that bullets are falling too close about him. “Oh,” he said impatiently, “I don't believe all this stuff.” “Then Smith challenged him, his vqice sharp and quick, “you don't believe facts—facts and fig ures that have been published time and time again, and never controverted.” He advanced a step nearer to the congressman. “Finally,” he took up the story he hqd come to tell, “I speak in the name of charity—the women and the children.” His smile was at the same time an appeal and a denunciation. “Mr. Mannersley, every evil thing that has been wiped out of existence has gone to destruction before the awful strength of woman’s tears. Have not enough women wept enough ? Every lovely thing that has come into the world has been buihled | out of the fabric of women's dreams. Are not the dreams of the women to he realized? In this evil thing, as in all the others, the prayers of the kneeling women will avail. Their tears cannot he denied. Their dreams must be ful filled.” Mannersley started to interrupt but Smith, his voice bell like, his attitude heroic, swept on, refusing to be quieted. Two members-of the House and several employes in the building, attracted by the sound of the discussion, had opened the corridor door and were standing, silent, caught up by the imperious scene. Neither Mannersley nor Smith knew that they were there. Walkr wrote about it afterward for his paper. “Think of it, Mr. Mannersley! his words rang out. You stand there, a whisky agent at your back, and utilize your official po sition to uphold the thing that starves children and impoverishes men—the thing that some day may break the hearts of your own daughters. It is useless to deny it. It is folly to call it by any other name. The statistics of investiga tors and the voice of your own conscience must be in accord There is no escape from it! It i3 written on the face of this coun try—that whisky, the thing you , defend, is our national disgrace, j our foe, and our degradation. I have given you my arguments— the money, the sin, the misery. I ask you : what is your answer?” i He fell back a step, waiting. 1 Miss Downey, surrendering to the spell of what he had said, placed her arms on the desk and, lower- J ing her face into them, sobbed, j The sob was almost a groan. The ’ group in the corridor doorway was motionless, like figures on a . piece of tapestry. “And the right of personal lib- I erty,” Mannersley answered him, ' his voice cold and cynical, his manner reluctant, as if he argued unwillingly with the man con fronting him, “the right of per sonal liberty, which is the key stone in the arch of our govern ment, our democracy? What of that?” inuignaiion took nom oi <Jonn , Smith—indignation and scorn. “Personal liberty!” he made the phrase a scourge. “An argument , for murder and a motto for anar chists ! The cry of the coward— the refuge of the rascal! Mr. Mannersley, when will you realize ' that there is no such thing as per sonal liberty? When will you, and those like you, understand that nowhere under the stars of heaven can there be such a thing as per sonal liberty in the sense in which you have just profaned it? None of us can do as he pleases. Each of us is bound to many others by tho golden chains of duty, the beautiful bonds of sympathy Separate us and we are grains of . sand, blown hither and thither by ! the winds of wildness, mere shad- ; ows that pass and leave behind ' nothing that is good, nothing that is strong. You are your brother’s keeper. Deny that, and you deny j all decency, all government, all civilization. You are your broth- j er’s keeper. You are!” He paused, his right hand drop- 1 ping to his i^de. “So that’s what you had to say?” Mannersley attempted to disregard him. Smith smiled a little wearily. j “Surely,” he said, “it is i enough?” j “ Quite the congressman re plied dryly. “And, of course, it doesn’t change the situation. Wo shall not report,the resolution. You know that.” j “You won’t?” There was in Smith’s tone the promise of menace. Mannersley, cheeking the move he had made to turn away, laughed at him: “Certainly not!” “Then—one moment, Mr. Man nersley ! We’ll put this resolution through tlie House, through con gress, in spite of you! Do not de lude yourself with the idea that j eight or 10 men can stand in the j way of the' wishes of the nation. Your committee will hold its first meeting in the first week of De cember, the beginning of the next session of congress. And we will make you report that resolution— compel you! You will report it because, on the day of your meet ing, there will be on the outside of the eapitol thousands, tins upon tens of thousands, of men and women demanding that you do 1 this thing.” Tie lurned, with one of bis flash-, | like movements, toward Waller, j “That’s voTir story for tomor-: j row. Waller,” he declared, exul tation in his manner. “In a little more than a month from today the multitude, the troopers of temper ance, from every state in the 1 union, will thunder at the doors of i I the eapitol, will drive this commit j tee to do the will of the public.” 1 (Continued Ne*t \V*ek.i u Lie, BOWELS For sick headache, bad breath, Sour Stomach and constipation. Get a 10-cent box now. No odds how bad your liver, stomach or bowels; how much your head. aches, how miserable and uncomfort able you are from constipation, indiges tion, biliousness and sluggish bowels —you always get the desired results with Cascarets. Don’t let your stomach, liver and bowels make you miserable. 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