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j The TWICE AMERICAN By ELEANOR M. INGRAM “Oh,” she faltered. “Oh!" All the way there, Noel had been planning with desperate anxiety what he would say to her when she was found. What words he would choose to hold her while be made his plea for pardon and another trial. He !iad not forgotten his two dismissals. Now he met her frightened gaze and was beside her with a movement as unpremeditated as a drawn breath. To her he went, catching both her email fair hands and resting his tired eyes against their cool softness. “Rosalind,” he said, “It is the beg gar again! Princess, be kind to a (shivering heart” Anitra slipped to the floor between them. Her wax eyelids fell shut as If to close out the ingratitude of these two human beings brought together through her agency alone. "Yes,” said Rosalind, qiilte Inno cently. “Yes, since you came first to me. If you had gone first to Con stance—never, never, never” By which speech the embittered Anitra might have judged the prin cess safe from too arjd perfection. After a time Rosalind grew serious once more. She put both hands on Noel’s breaHt to hold him sufficiently away from her to permit coherent in tercourse. "I knew you, David, before 1 spoke to you at the hotel window. Are you quite sure that you understand ? I never would have gone to that dance with you, no, never- if I had not known that you were you Not oven though I wanted the doll with ail my heart! You do not think lightly of me for Ihat. now? You never will? “Have ! not been punished enougli by your leaving me. Rosalind, with out ihat question?” “Oh, hnl I did not really leave you! I only moved us all across the hall, because 1 had to know whether you truly wanted me myself." “I want nothing else in all the world." “But I must tell you. Your name was written, David, on the box that held the turquoise rin'; you gave me so long ago. Had you forgotten? Papa knew all about you when we were children. Perhaps he even helped me a little to remember you. it at first. He always declared that he had seen the spirit of all the great lovers of the world in your poor, thin face and hollow eyes. And then— Corey wrote to me. Oh, a girl who knew nothing else of you must have loved you % >m his letters! After that why, you are a very distin guished personage! Papa and I have read all the things printed about you. Magnificent things, my Twice American! We read in ihe news papers when you arrived in New York, and 1 saw your picture. And— and perhaps I wondered if you still remembered the little girl you had the outrageous rudeness to kiss.” "You know lhat my life has been one memory,” he answered, un steadied by happiness. “Very well, sir! Now you may know that when I presented you to my father, that first evening, he re membered you so well that I was afraid every moment he would betray me to the superb gentleman who did not want the dancing girl at all.” “Will he forgive me, too? My dear, my dear, will you come with me to your own house? You and he, for ever?” “And Abel? You do not. know Abel yet—how he was loyal and good to my father when all the bril liant friends and flatterers drifted away. When my father was a very young man, lie saved Abel from a terrible massacre; and he never for go!. Abel shall come with us?” “If he will so far honor our home, it is his. By and by Bruce shall come there to you. also. Rosalind, I have been so long alone; tell me again that I am to have you.” She lifted to his gaze the clear beauty of her face. “Did 1 not, tell you that the woman whom you loved so long and well must feel your thoughts like a strong river rushing about her; must have vague dreams by night which shut her away from other men by day? Oh, David. I only told you what I had felt and known, from the day I gave you the shoes until now. And all the time you thought of Constance!” “Not of Constance,” denied David Noel, stooping his face to hers, "but of you my constant princess!” THE END. London Concerns Assert They Get Less Production From Greater Number of J Employes. f - _ ■ , By Reciprocal News Service. London,—Within five days there have keen three announcements of abandon ment of business In London because of an alleged Impossible situation created by the high cost and Intorferolng tac tics of labor. The first to announce a closing down was the piano manufactory of John Brtnsmead A Sons. The directors in (hair statement sadd that the closing Is tea to decreasing production, as it now takes X men to make a piano, compar ed with IS In 1918 and six befroe the war. They declared that the present cost of polishing a piano was equal to the total pre-war labor expense of completing a piano. In reply to the directors, a committee of the employes who number more than 300, say that a costly and awkward system was recently instituted at the piano factory by efficiency experts. Systems of work originated by men who Sever had had experience In thq piano Industry, they said. Interfered with the Speed and facility of the work. This goems to be corroborated by a state ment Issued by various other British piano makers, Including the British Ae olian Co., who say that their experience is totally different from Brlnsmead’s. The next concern to confess Itself overcome by the trade union burdens was Spiers A Pond, who operate a Jine of railway eating houses and whole sale and retail grocery shops. They are closing down their retail shops because the high wages and short hours of the clerks make it Impossible for them to operate without lose. The third con cern to announce discouragement by labor was the Junior Army and Navy Stores, which has transferred part of Its business to the Haymarket stores. Labor replies to this charge that the transfer was organised months ago when there was no soc-cnlled labor domination. Harnessing Alpine Streams. The Swiss, who arc great engineers. Will set the torrents of the Alps to turn bigger wheels for them than those of picturesque saw mills. The war and the dearth of coal that It brought on the Swiss have only quickened a change that began long ago when the great electric works In the Rhone valley were started. Among recent projects Is one for a set of great reservoirs in the Basil valley. The Golden Voice. From the Los Angeles Times The Russian soviet government claims to have $500,000 to gold as well as three tons of platinum to exchange for the manufactured wares of America, Eng land and other producing countries. When any peoples speak with a golden voice It is hard for commercial nations to resist. Even when wealth la a matter Of loot and plunder It seems a certain form of power In the hands of him who Bolds It. The appearance of a Russian representative with a few tons of yellow gold Is apt to sidetrack the ideals of MvaraJ nations. Makes Them Hysterical. From the Milwaukee Journal. A Chicago republican organ declaims that Mr. Hoover Is popular with women voters, but declares his weakness will be with the soldiers. Can anyone guess why the soldiers should boycott Mr. Hoover? Wouldn’t you think that a man whose genius for organization re sulted In Increased production of food. In hitherto unheard of saving of food for the sustenance of our armies and the armies of our allies would com mend himself to our soldiers But the Chicago newspaper say no. It says that Hoover will be weak with the soldiers because "he was not In tho fighting forces and ho was not In the service of supply which encountered danger and met hardships." And then follows more about Hoover's having i comfortable quarters when the Boldter had a shell hole and Hoover’s riding In' a comfortable railway coach when 1 the soldier had to ogo on his feet and so ad neauseam. Mr. Hoover no doubt should have Insisted on upsetting the r&llroads by riding In a box car and should have slept In the mul. But since no candidate did these things, this newspaper’s objectloon must bo not that Mr. Hoover did not do them, but that he did help win the war. ] One Is amazed that anybody could Imagine the American soldier so great a fool as either to think of such things or be taken In by them. Of course, If Hoover can be attacked In this way, every single civilian concerned In the winning of the war at home, every member of congress, every department head can be so attacked. The soldier Is hardly such an easy mark for In sinuation as the politicians are quess lng. But is the newspaper In questloon really so afraid of Hoover that It loses Its balance In an attempt to hurt hlmf Shopkeeper Talks. "Merchants everywhere are disposed to sell out,” said a London shopkeeper, "and of course the very large shops are anxious to acquire neighborhood bran ches. But the merchant, whose success has been founded on the loyalty and cheapness of his clerks, no longer has heart to stay in business. The division between employers and employes has been made acute. The employe la s part of the trade union machine and the employer Is aligned with other em ployers. I think it must hve been this mingling together of employers which started to break down the competitive spirit In British trade. "There Is no longer any fight left In business. Merchants are no longer bitter enemies. They are more like members of a club. Goods are bought at the low est prices and to the original cost la scientlflally added the selling expense plus the usual percentage of profit. It Is all cold and mathematical.'* All Fixed for Rain. From the Louisville Courier-Journal. "Why don’t you provide something for a rainy day!” “Ain’t 1 got everything! Nenskld tires and chains.” Modern Circuit Rider*. Seven Pullman chapel cars, built at an average cost of (20,000 each, are solving the transportation problem of the pres ent day circuit rider of the Northern Baptist convention. The cars are oper ated over railroad lines that have opened up new sections of ths country where churches, auditoriums and schools are conspicuous by their absence. In connection with the chapel cars tho church also maintains three steam yachts. &8 prairie schooners and II col portage automobiles. They carry the gospel to people who can be reached la ; no other wa^. _ LESS MEAT IF BACK AND KIDNEYS HURT Take a Glase of Salt* to Flush Kidneys If Bladder Bothers You. Eating meat regularly eventually produces kidney trouble in some form or other, says a well-known authority, because the uric acid in meat excites the kldney8, they become overworked: get sluggish; clog up and cause all sorts of distress, particularly back ache and misery In the kidney region: rheumatic twinges, severe headaches, acid stomach, . constipation, torpid Itver, sleeplessness, bladder and uri nary Irritation. The moment your back hurts or kid neys aren’t acting right, or lf*bladder bothers you, get about four ounces of Jaci Salts from any good pharmacy; take a tablespoonful In a glass of water before breakfast for a few days and your kidneys will then act fine. Thjs famous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, com bined with lithia. and has been used for generations to flush clogged kid neys and stimulate them to normal activity; also to neutralize the acids In the urine so ft no longer Irritates, thus ending bladder disorders. Jad Salts cannot Injure anyone: makes a delightful effervescent llthta water drink which millions of men and women take now and then to keep the kidneys and urinary organs clean, thus avoiding serious kidney disease.—Adv. Beginner’s Luck. “Stranger," said I’lute Pete, “you've won quite a little money since we be gan to teach you this game known as draw poker.” “I’ve had wliat might he called be ginner's luck." “You sure have. And me and Three Finger Sam here has decided it’s about time to change the entertainment to some kind of a game that you know and we don’t.” !: 100% PEP! If Constipated, Bilious or Headachy, take “Cascarets.” Feel bully! Be efficient! Don't stay sick, bilious, headachy, constipated. Remove the liver and bowel poison which is keeping your head dizzy, your tongue coated, your breath bad kind stomach sour. Why not spend a (few cents for a box of Cascarets and jin joy the nicest, gentlest laxative-ca thartic you ever experienced? Cas ta rets never gripe, sicken or incon venience one like Salts, Oil, Calomel ]or harsh Pills. They work while you bleep.—Adv. High-Priced Language. “Hey, Bill!" “What Is It?” “Your doctor's out here with a flat tire.” “Diagnose the ease ns flatulency of !ho perimeter and charge him accord ugly,” ordered the garage man. That's the way he does biz.”—Louis ville Courier-Journal. RUB RHEUMATISM OR SORE, ACHING JOINTS - • Rub Pain Right Out With Small Trial Bottle of Old “St. Jacobs Oil.” Rheumatism Is “pain” only. Not Ione case In fifty requires Internal reatraent. Stop drugging. Rub sooth ng. penetrating “St. Jacobs OH” right nto your sore, stiff, aching Joints and nuscies, and relief comes instantly. I‘St. Jacobs Oil" is a harmless rheu matism cure which never disappoints and cannot burn the skin. Limber up! Quit complaining! Get b small trial bottle of old, honest f‘St. Jacobs Oil” at any drug store, and In just a moment you’ll be free from rheumatic pain, soreness, stlff fless and swelling. Don’t suffer! Re lief awaits you. “St. Jacobs OI1” has cured millions of rheumatism sufferers in the last half century, and is just as good for sciatica, neuralgia, lumbago, backache, sprains.—Adv. Extreme Economist. , “Are the locomotives going to ring bells and blow whistles when their en gineers’ wages are raised?" “I don't know," replied Mr. Dustin Stax, cautiously, “whether we can af ford to use up all that steam and man power." ’i -- > $100 Reward, $100 Catarrh Is a local disease greatly influ enced by constitutional conditions. It therefore requires constitutional treat ment. HALL’S CATARRH MEDICINB Is taken internally and acts through the Blood on the Mucous Surfaces of the Sys* tem. HALL'S CATARRH MEDICINB destroys the foundation of the disease, gives the patient strength by improving the general health and assists nature in doing its work. $100.00 for any case of Catarrh that HALL’S CATARRH MEDICINE fails to cure. Druggists 75c. Testimonials free. F. J. Cheney A Co., Toledo. Ohio. The Retort Courteous. He—Don’t you try to make a fool of me. . She—Not after your boasts of being b self-made man and doing the Job Much better than I could. Youth doesn’t value Its youth. *~jA even a million In later years has Its disappointment. Says an amateur poultry fancier: “The only money in chickens Is what they swallow,” Ill THE ROSE-GAR-1 IT DEN HUSBAND By MARGARET WIDDEMER The Liberry teacher lifted her eyes from a half made catalog card, eyed the relentlessly slow clock and checked a long wriggle of purest, frankest weariness. Then she gave a furtive glance around to see if the children had noticed she was off guard; for if they had she knew the whole crowd might take more liber ties than they ought to, and have to be spoken to by the janitor. He could do a great deal with them, be cause he understood their attitude to life, but that wasn't good for Liberry teacher's record. It was four o’clock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it Is anything from Monday to Friday the average library attendant goes around thank ing her stars she isn’t a school teach er; but the last day of the week, when the rest of the world is having its relaxing Saturday off and coming to gloat over you as it acquixes its Sunday reading best seller, if you work in a library you begin just at noon to wish devoutedly that you'd taken up scrubbing by the day. or hack driving, or porch climbing or— anything on earth that gave you a weekly half holiday! So the Liberry teacher braced her self severely and put on her reading glasses with a view to looking older and more firm. “Liberry teacher." it might be well to explain was not her official title. Her description on the pay roll ran “Assistant for the Children's Department, Greenway Branch, City Public Library.” Grown up people, when she happened to run across them, called her Miss Braith waite. But “Liberry Teacher” was the onlV name the children ever used, and she saw scarcely anybody but the children, six days a week. 51 weeks a ▼ear. As for her real name, that nobody ever called her by. that was Phyllis Narcissa. She was quite wining to nave sucn a name as that buried out' of sight. She had a sense of fitness; and such a name belonged back in an old New England parsonage garden full of pink roses and nice green caterpillars and girl dreams, and the days before she was 18; not in a smutty city li brary, attached to a 25-year-old young woman with reading glasses and fine discipline and a woolen shirtwaist! It wasn't that the Liberry Teacher didn’t like her position. She not only liked it, but she had a great deal of admiration for it, because it had been exceedingly hard to get. She had held it firmly now for a whole year. Before that she had been in the cataloging, where your eyes hurt and you get a little pain between your shoulders, but you sit down and cantalk to other girls; and before that In the circulation, where It hurts your feet and you get Ink on your fingers, but you see lots of funny things happening. She had started at IS years old, at $30 a month. Now she was 25, and she got all of $5*, so she ought to have been a very happy Liberry Teacher Indeed, and generally she was. When the children wanted to specify her particularly they described her as “the pretty one that laughs.” But at four o’clock of a wet Saturday afternoon. In a baddy mentllated, badly lighted room full of damp little unwashed foreign children, even the most sunny hearted Liberry Teacher may be excused for having thoughts that are a liUle tired and cross and restless. She flung herself back In her desk chair and watched, with brazen in difference, (llovannl and Liberata Bruno stickily pawing the colored Bird Book that was supposed to be looked at Only under supervision; she Ignored the fact that three little Czechs went fighting over the Wall ing library cat; and the counds of conflict caased by Jlmsy Hoolan’s desire to got the last surviving Alger book away from John Zanowski moved her hot a white. The Liberry Teacher had stopped, for five min utes, being grown up and responsible and she was wishing—wishing hard and vengufully. This is always a risky thing to do, because you never know when the destinies may over hear you and take yon at your exact word. With the detailed and careful accuracy one acquires In library work she was wishing for a sum of money, a garden, and a husband—but prln B%fore the Police Came. Fr«n the Boston Transcript. "Pleat® help a poor feller wot only got one arm left." “Whir. I can see your other arm." “Yes. but that's mo right.” A Prodigal's Mistake. Fftm the Boston Transcript. when I W"lndeodl 1 suppose the tears flowed freely when you returned!” “Yes; X mads the mistake ef return ing whies father was st homs^” ._ of pally a husband. This is why: That day as she was returning from her long deferred twenty minute dairy lunch, she had charged, um brella down, almost full into a pretty lady getting out of a shiny gray li mousine. Such an unnecessarily pretty lady, all furs and flufflee and veils and perfumes and waved hair! Her cheeks were pink and her ex pression was placid, and each of her white gloved hands held tight to a pretty picture book child who was wriggling with wihK excitement. One had yellow frilly hair and one had brown bobbed hair, and bojh were quaintly, immaculately, expensively kissable. They were the kind of children every girl wishes she could have a set like, and hugs when she gets a chanct. Mother and children were making their way, under an awning that crossed the street, to the matinee of a fairy play. The Libelry Teacher smiled at the children with more than her accus tomed good will, and lowered her umbrella quickly to let them pass. The mother smiled back, a smile that changed, as the Liberry Teacher passed, to puzzled remembrance. The gay little family went on into the theater and Phyllis Braithwaite hur ried on back to her work, trying to think who the pretty lady could have been, to have seemed to almost remember her. Somebody who took books out of the library, doubtless. Still the pretty lady's face did not seem to fit that conjecture, though it still worried her by its vague famili arity. Finally the solution came, just as Phyllis was pulling off her rain coat in the dark little cloakroom. She nearly dropped the coat. Eva Atkinson! she said. Eva Atkinson! * * * IE it had been anybody else but Eva! You see, back in long ago. in the little leisurely windblown New Eng land town where Phyllis Braithwaito had lived till she was almost IS. there had been a principal grocer. And Eva Atkinson had been his daughter, not so very pretty, and not so very pleasant, not so very clever, and about 6 years older than Phyllis. Phyllis, as she tried vainly to make her damp, straight hair go back the way it should, remembered hearing that Eva had married and come to this city to live. She had never heard where. And this had been Eva —Eva, by the grace of gold, radiantly complexioned, wonderfully groomed, beautifully gowned, and looking 24, perhaps, at most: with a car and a placid expression and heaps of money and pretty, clean children! The Li berry Teacher, severely work garbed and weather draggled, jerked herself away from the small greenish cloak room mirror that was unkind to you at your best She dashed down to the basement hurried by her usual panic stricken twenty minutes late feeling. She had only taken one glance at herself In the wlggly mlrrow, but that one had been enough for her peace of mind, supposing her to have had any left befora. She felt as if Bbe wanted to break all the mirrors In the world, like the wicked queen In the French fairy tale. Most people rather liked the face Phyllis saw tn the mirror; hut to her own eyes, fresh from the dazzling vision of that Eva Atkinson who had been dowdy and stupid In the far back time when 17-year-old Phyllis was "growln' np as pretty as a pic ture," the tired, 25-year-old, worka day face In the green glass was dreadful. What made her feel worst —and she entertained the thought with a whimsical consciousness of its impertinent vanity—was that she’d had so much more raw material than Eva! And the world had given Eva a chance because her father was rich. And she, Phyllis, was condemned to be tidy and accurate, and no more, Just because she had to earn her Ivlng. ’That face In the greenish glass, looking tlredly back at her! She gave a little out loud cry of vex ation now as she thought of it, two hours later. "I must have looked to Eva like a battered bisque doll—no wonder she couldn’t place me!” she muttered crossly. (To be Continued Next Week.) Upside Down. From the Atlanta Journal. Indulgent Mother—You must be aw fully careful, dear; the doctor says your system is all upset. Little Vivian—I guess It is. mamma, cause my foot's asleep, and people must be terribly upset when they go to sleep at the wrong end. The New Order. From the Current Opinion. Some wag has said that in this year of grace and prohibition the old line Wine, Women and Song should read Ginger Ale Wivea and Community Singing. 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I have been well ever since.”—Mrs. Ambrose Stein, 922 W. 3rd St. A Dusty Worm. “Why don’t you marry him?” “He has such freakish ideas. Says ! he's a worm of the dust.” "Hut as long as lie is a worm with the dust, wlmt do you care?"—Boston Transcript. Important to Mothers Kvainine carefully every bottle of f'ASTORlA. that famous old remedy for infants and children, and see (hat It Bears the Signature of In Use for Over 30 Yenrs. Children Cry for Fletchers Castoria Swabbing Varnst Slob—You have to keep things neat on sldplmnrd?" Go!;—Bi tch;; ! Smibbulously clean. —Cartoons Magazine. “O Happy Day” sang the laundress ns she hung the snowy wash on the line. It was a “linppy day" because she used Red Cross Ball Blue. Count your blessings every morning. It should make you an optimist till noon, anyway. I.ots of people come to grief by meeting trouble half way. One ton of water may be colored by a single grain of Indige. 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