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^PE-RIMCA] I Entirely Free from Catarrh ot the Stomach •'Peruna haa positively dona for me what maay doctors faded te do. I have been time and again compelled to taka to my bed for daya The first battle of Peruna gave relief and while I always Keep It In tbs houae for emerg encies, I coaalder myself entirely free from catarrh of the atemach, the trouble from which 1 suf fered for so long before taking this remedy." Hr. I*. VaaBurea. Engineer, O. Uauld or Tablet Form Tt. A I, Ry., lj Highland St., Orand Sold Kerry where Rapids, Mich. _Ash. Veer Dealer HOHSES COUGHING? U9K Spohn’s Distemper Compound to break It up and g*t them bark In condition. Twentynlx years' us* has made ••Spohn's’* Indispensable in treating Toughs and Colds. Influenza and DI stein par. with their resulting compli cations. and all diseases of the throat, nose and lungs. Acts marvelously as a preventive, atrts equally well as a cure. $0 cents and $1.15 per bottle a» drug stores. Bronx MEDICAL COMPANY. Lu*hen. In«L 'ranee Establishes 30 as Bachelor Age. The time-honored q Host Ion of the tges nt which n nmn becomes n Jitohelor nnd » woman n spinster is (bout to be settled b.v Franco. The _ innni-c committee of the clmmhcr of Jeputies Intends to fix 30 years as the tge nt which nn unmarried man In franco becomes liable to the bachelor <nx of 10 per cent. It is expected that this tux will become effective on Jane 1. The Impending decision was mbl to have hastened many marriages during the Easter holidays. Catarrhal Deafness Cannot Be Cured by local applications as they cunnot reach the diseased portion of ths ear. There I* onlv one way to cure Catarrhal Deafness, and that Is by a constitutional remedy. HALL'S CATARRH MEDICINE act* Ihrough the Blood on the Mucous Surfaces of the System. Catarrhal Deafness Is caused by an inflamed condition of the mucous lining of the Eustachian Tube When this tube la Inflamed you have a rumbllnr sound or Imperfect hearing, nnd when It .i < .illrely closed. Deafness Is the result. Fnless the Inflammation can be re duccd and this tube restored to Its nor mal condition, hearing may be destroyed forever. Many cases of Deafness are reused by Catarrh, which la n.n Inflamed tondltlon of the Mucous Surfaces. ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS for any rase of Catarrhal Deafness that cannot he cured by HALL'S CATARRH MEDICINE All Druggists “tic. Circulars free. F. J. Cheney ft Co., Toledo. Ohio. ALL SHE WANTED TO HEAR Possibly Clerk Had More Information to Give Out, but Elizabeth Wouldn't Wait. Elizabeth tripped blithely Into the country post office. ”1 wnnt to know,” she demanded with n tell-tale blush ns she handed the clerk n pink communication ad dressed to her lover, “how long It will be before 1 get an answer to thts letter.” “That depends,” he answered; "If lie's In Jail they will let him write once a month only; If he's dead broke lie'll have to watt till he can earn the price of a stamp, and I have no data upon which to base an opinion of his earning capacities. If he’s 111 In bed he may not care to dictate to a disinterested third party, and If It’s smallpox they tfon’t let him write at all; ditto. If he’s dead. Then, again, tf he’s got a new girt—” At which moment he realized that the fair Elizabeth had flown.—Pitts burgh Chronicle-Telegraph. How He Did It. Jones was very much surprised to see a lot of quite nice looking clocks displayed In a window, marked $5 each. lie went Inside and asked to see one. “I don't know how you can do It at the price,” he remarked. "It must cost that to make one of these.” "It does,” replied the Jeweler. "Then where does your profit come In?” asked Jones In amazement. "In repairing them,” the Jeweler In formed him bluntly. H '8 Advantage. Sunday School '1'eaclicr—The vtan with five Intents Inereascd them to ten, but the mnn with one hid his, That was wrong, wasn't it? Willie Willis -Huh! Think of 'the laugh he hud mi the other guy whfn the income tnx man came around and took away 05 per cent of the ten tal ents.—Judge. FRECKLES ° Now It the Tune to Get Rid of These Ugly Spots* There’H no longer the slightest need of feeling ashamed of youf freckles, as Othins , —double strength—is guaranteed to remove these homely spots. Simply get an ounce of Othlne—double strength—from your druggist, and apply a llttl* of It night and morning and you should noon see that even the worst freckles have begun to disappear, while the lighter ones have vanished entirely. It In seldom that, more than one ounce Is needed to com pletely clear the skin and gain a beautiful clear complexion. Be sure to ask for the double strength Othlne. as this Is sold under guarantee of money back If It falls to remove freckles. BELOVED GOLF CAME FIRST Lttle Things Liks Marital Ties and the Demands of Business Didn’t Worry These Devotees. A golfer’s wife had just told her hus band that she intended to leave him forever, not because he was it golfer, but for some other reason. “Will nothing alter your decision? Will nothing induce you to stay?” he risked. Tin- wife was obdurate. "Well, he said, "It Is a terrible shock, but while you are packing, I think I will go out on the lawn and do n little putting!” This Is reminiscent of a story of one of the heroes of golf, an Edinburgh Innkeeper who lived a hundred years ago or thereabouts. He was so devot ed to the game that tie started playing at dawn and was seen qt night putting on the greens by the light of a can dle. At last his wife applied for a. separation on the ground that her hus band was not attending to his busi ness. He went to the court, admitted the Impeachment, and said: "She can have all I got If she will give me so much a week to buy golf balls. She can look after the business 1” R ______________ identified. "This,” smiled the fond young wife, as she passed a plate of pudding to her husband, "Is cottage pudding. I made It myself.” The husband tasted It. "I’d have known It was cottage pud dlng,” he returned. "Would you?" she asked, delighted. “Tea; I can taste the plaster and the wall paper.”—The Queenslander. A Jawbreaker. "What dreadful name are you apply ing to that man?” “Merely his own," responded th« Russian courteously. Instant Post still sells at the same low price as before the general rise in costs —and great is the number of families who now use this table beverage in place of coffee. '-■V •'•* *. '.*81. Attracted to its use by continued low cost, they found its agreeable coffee like flavor much to their liking. With no health intent behind their action they discovered better nerves followed the change. All Grocers sell Postum and your trial is invited u There's a Reason" Made by POSTUM CEREAL CO., lob. BATTLE CREEK. MICHIGAN P -l_u li;_. | ^ # ‘ —--\ " ' - ’ - - - . n. _ a ■ — “ " " ' ' ' " " " ' ' “ - I 11 THE ROSE-GAR-1 FT DEN HUSBAND By MARGARET WIDDEMER Copyright, by J. P. Lippi neott Co. "Phyllis. Thank you.” ho said wearily. . . . "Phyllis, don't let go! Talk to mo!” His eyes were those of a man in torment. 'What siiull I talk about?" she asked soothingly, keeping the two cold, clutching hands in her warm grasp. Shall I tell you a story? I know a great many stories by heart, and 1 will say them for you if you, like. It was part of my work.” "Vets,'' he said. "Anything."' Phyllis arranged herself more com fortably on the bed, for it looked as If she had same time to slay, and be gan the story she knew best, be cause her children liked it best, Kip ling’s "How the Klephant Got His Trunk.” “A long, long time ago, O Best Beloved. . . Allan listened, and. she thought, at times paid attention to the words. He almost smiled once or twice, shew was nearly sure, irhe vent straight on to another story when the first was (tone. Never had she worked bo hard to keep the interest of any restless circle of children as she worked now, sitting up in the pink light in iter crepe wrappings, with her school-girl braids hanging down over her bosom, and Allan Harring ton's agonized golden-brown eyes fixed on her pitying ones. "You must be tired,’ he said more connectedly and quietly when she had ended the second story. “Can't you sit up here by me. propped on the pillows'.' And you need a quilt or something, too." Tliis from an invalid who had been given nothing but himself to think of tliis seven years back! Phyllis's opinion of Allan went up very much. She had supposed he would lie very selfish. But she made herself a bank of pillows, and ar ranged herself by Allan's side so that she could keep fast to his hands without any strain, something as skaters hold. She wrapped a down quilt from the foot of the bed around her mummy-fashion and went on to her third story. Allan’s eyes, as she talked on, grew less intent—drooped. She felt the relaxation of his hands. She went monotonously on, closing her own eyes—just for a minute, as she finished her story. “I’ve overslept the alarm!” was Phyllis’s first thought next morning when she woke. “It must be—” Where was she? So tired, so very tired, she remembered being, and telling some one an interminable story. . . She held her sleepy eyes wide open by will-power, and found that a silent but evidently going [ clock hung In sight. Six-thirty. Then she hadn’t overslept the alarm. But . . . she hadn’t set any alarm. And she had been sleeping propped up in a sitting position, half on—way, it was a shoulder. And she was rolled tight In a terra-cotta down quilt. She sat up with a jerk—for tunately a noiseless one—and turned to look. Then suddenly she remem bered all about It, that Jumbled, excit ed, hard-working yesterday which had held change and death arid marriage for her, and which she had ended by perching on “poor Allan Harring ton’s" bed and sending him to sleep by holding his hands and telling him cnuareu s siuncs. ouo luuav u»vo fallen asleep after he did, and slid down on his shoulder. A wonder it ‘ hadn’t disturbed him! She stole an other look at him, as he lay sleep ing still, heavily and quietly. After all, she was married to him, and she had a perfect right to recite him to sleep if she wanted to. She unrolled herself cautiously, and slid out like a shadow. She almost fell over Wallis, Sleep ing too iRlUfi clothes outside the door, on Allan’s day couch. He came quickly to his feet, as if he were used to sudden waking. “Don’t disturb Mr. Harrington," said Phyllis os staidly as if she hud been giving men-servants orders In her slipper-feet all her life. “He seems to be sleeping quietly." "Begging your pardon, ^Mrs. Har rington, but you haven’t been giving him anything, have you," asked Wil lis. "He hasn’t slept without a break for two hours to my knowledge since I've been here, not without medi cine.” "Not a thing," said Phyllis, smil ing with satisfaction. "He must have been sleeping nearly three hours now! I read him to sleep, or what amount ed to it. I got his nerves quiet. I think. Please kill anybody that tries to wake him. Wallis.” "Very good, ma’am,” said Wallis gravely. "And yourself, ma’am?”’ “I’m going to get some sleep, too," she said. “Call me if there’s anything —useful." She meant “necessary," but she wanted so much more sleep she never knew the difference. When she got Into her room she found that there I also she was not alone: the wistful wolfhound was curled plaintively across her bed. which he overlapped. l'i-om his nose he seenfed to have been dipping largely into the cup of chocolate somebody had brought to iier, and which she had forgotten to drink when she found it. on her first retiring. "Vou aren't a bit high-minded,” said Phyllis indignantly. She was too sleepy to do more than shove him over to tlie back of the bed. ‘‘All— the beds here are so—full,” she com plained sleepily; and crawled inside, and never woke again till nearly aft ernoon. There was all the grave business to be done, in the days that followed, of taking Mrs. Harrington to a quiet place beside her husband, and draw ing together again the strings of the disoignnised household. Phyllis found herself whispering over and over again: "The sweeping up the heart And putting love away We shall not need to use again, I'ntil the Judgement Day." And with till there was to see after, it was some days before she saw Allan again, more than to speak to brightly as she crossed their com mon sitting-room. He did not ask her. She looked after his comfort faithfully, and tried to see to it that his man Wallis was all he should be —a task which was almost hopeless from the fact that Wallis knew much more about his dulies than she did, even with Mrs. Harrington's pains takingly detailed notes to help her. Also his attitude to his master was of such untiring patience and wor ship that it made Phyllis feel like a rude outsider interferring between man and wife. However, Wallis was inclined to approve of his new mistress, who was not fussy, seemed kind, and had giv en his beloved Mr. Allan nearly three hours of unbroken sleep. Allan had been a little better ever since. Wal lis had told Phyllis this. But she was inclined to think that the better ment was caused by the counter rr- v-r*~ », - - shock of his mother's death, which had shaken him from his lethargy, and perhaps even given h is nerves a better balance. And she insisted that the pink paper stay on the electric lights. After about a week of this. Phyllis suddenly remembered that she had not been selfish at all yet. Where was her rose-garden—the garden she had married the wolfhound and Allan and the checkbook for? Where were all the things she had intended to get? The only item she had bought as yet ran, on the charge account she had take over with the rest, ‘T doz. checked dish-towels; ' and Mrs. Clancy, the housekeeper’s, pressing demand was responsible for these. "ft’s certainly time I was selfish,” said Phyllis to the wolfhound, who followed her round unendingly as if she had patches of sunshine in her pocket: glorious patches, fit for a life-sized wolfhound. Perhaps he was grateful because she had ordered him long daily walks. He wagged his tail now as she spoke, and rubbed himself curvingly against her. He was a rather affected dog. So Phyllis made herself out a list in a superlatively neat library band: One string of blue beads. One lot of very fluffy summer frocks with flowers on them. One rose-garden. One banjo and a self-teacher. (And a sound-proof room.) One set Arabian Nights. One set of Stevenson, all but his novels. Ever so many Maxfield Parrish pictures full of Prussian-blue skies. A house to put them in, with fire places* A lady’s size motor car that likes me. A plain cat with a tame disposi tion. , A hammock. A sun-dial. (But that might be thrown in with the garden.) A gold watch-bracelet. All the colored satin slippers I want. room big enough to put all fath er’s books up. It looked shamelessly long, but Phyllis’s “discretionary powers" would cover It, she knew. Mrs. Har rington's final will, while full of ad vice. had been recklessly trusting. She could order everything in one afternoon, she was sure, all but the house, the garden, the motor, which she put checks against, and the plain cat, which she thought she could pick up in the village where her house would be. Next she went to see Allan. She didn't want to bother him, but she did feel that she ought to share her plans with him as far as possible. Besides, it occurred to her that she could scarcely remember what he was like to speak, to, and really owed it to herself to go. She fluffed out her hair loosely, put on her pal« 'green gown that had clinging Hoc*, (and pulled some daffodils through her sash. She had resolved to avoid anything sombre where Arlan was concerned—and the green gown was very becoming. Then, armed with her list and a pencil, she crossed bold ly to the couch where her Crusader lay ii4 the old attitude, moveless and with half-closed eyes. "Allan.” she asked, standng above him, "do you think you could stand being talked to for a little while?” “Why—yes.” said Allan, opening his eyes a little more. “Wallis, get— Mfs. Harrington-—a chair.” He said the name haltingly, and Phyllis wondered if he disliked her having it. She dropped down beside him, like a smiling touch of spring in the dark room. “Do you mind their calling me that?” she asked. "If there’s any thing else they could use-” "Mother made you a present of the name,” he said, smiling faintly. “No reason why 1 should mind." "All right,” said Phyllis cheerfully. After all, there was nothing else to call her, speakng of her. The ser vants. she knew, generally said “the young madam.” as if her motheiin luw were still alive. “I want to talk to you about things,” she began; and had to stop to deal with the wolfhound, who was trying to put both paws on her shoulders. "Oh, Ivan, get down, honey! I wish somebody would take a day off some time to explain to you that you're not a lao-dotr! Do you like wolfhounds specially better than any other kind of dog, Allan?” “Not particularly.” said Allan, pat ting the dog languidly as he put his head in a convenient place for the purpose. “Mother bought him, she said, because he would look so pic turesque in my sick-room. She want ed him to lie at my feet or something. But he never saw it that way—neith er did I. Hales sick-room. Don't blame him.” This was* the longest speech Allan had made yet, and Phyllis learned several things from it that she had only guessed before. One was that the atmosphere of embodied grief and regret in the house had been Mrs. Hu.rrington’s, not Allans—that he was more young and natural than she had thought, better material for cheering; that his mother’s devotion had been something of a pressure on him at times; and that he himself was not interested in efforts to stage his illness correctly. What he really had said when the dog was introduced, she learned later from the attached Wallis, was that he might be a cripple, but he wasn't going to be part of any confounded tableau. Whereupon his mother had cried for an l.wur, kissing and pity ing: him in between, and his night had been worse than usual. But the hound had stayed outside. Phyllis made an instant addition to her list. "One bull-pup, convenient size, for Allan.’’ The plain cat could wait. She had heard of publicity campaigns; she had made up her mind, and a rather firm young mind it was, that she was going to con duct ’a cheerfulness campaign In be half of this listless, beautiful, dark ness locked Allan of hers. Unknow ingly, she was beginning to regard him as much her property as the check book, and rather more so than the wolf hound. She moved back a little, and reconciled herself to the dog, who had draped as much of his body as would go, over her, and was batting his tail against her joyfully. "Poor old puppy,” she said. “I want to talk over some plans with you, Allan,” she began again deter minedly. She was astonished to see Allan wince. “Don’t!” he said, “for heaven’s sake! You'll drive me crazy!” Phyllis drew, back a little indig nantly, but behind the couch she saw Wallis making some sort of face that was evivdently intendr^l for a warn ing. Then he slipped out of the room, as if he wished her to follow soon and be expected to. “Plans” must be a forbidden subject Anyhow, crossness was a better symptom than apathy! “Very well^’ shs. said^ brightly, smiling her old, useful, cheering-a bad-ehild library smile at him. “It was mostly about thing I wanted to buy for myself, any way—satin slip pers and such. I don't suppose they would interest a man much.” 1‘ph, that sort of thing,” said Allan relievedly. "I thought you meant things that had to do with me. If you have plans about me, go ahead, for you know I can’t do anything to stop you—but for heaven’s sake, don’t dis cuss it with me first!” He spoke carelessly, but the pity of it struck to Phyllis's heart. It was true, he couldn’t stop her. His fool ish, adoring little desperate mother, In her anxiety to have her boy taken good care of, had exposed him to a cruel risk. Phyllis knew herself to be trustworthy. She knew that she could no more put her own pleasures before her charge’s welfare than she could steal his watch. Her con science was New England rock. But, oh! suppose Mr. De Guenther bad chosen some girl who dtdn t care, who would have taken the, money and not j Uav* done the wbrk! Bh« shivered at I the thought of what Allan had es | raped, and caught his hand ixnpul Isfvely, as she had on that other night of terror. "Oh, Allan Harrington, I wouldn't do anything I oughtn't to! i know It's ’ dreadful, having a strange girl i wished on you this way. but truly I mean to be as good as I can. and i never in the way or anything! In deed, you may trust me! You—you don't mind having me round, do you," | Aflan’e cold hand closed kindly on j hers- He spoke for the first time as I a well man speaks, quietly, connected ly, and with a little authority. “The fact that I am nyur ied to , you does not weigh »n mo at all, my dear child," he said. “1 shall he dead, you know, this time five years, and what difference does it make whcth er l’m married or not? I don’t mind j you at all. Vou seem a very kind and pleasant person. I am sure 1 can trust you. Now are you re-, assured?" “Oil, yes," said Phyllis radiantly, "and you can trust me, and I won't fuss. All you have to do if I boro you is to look bored. You can, you know. You don't ktiow how well you do it! And 111 stop. I'm going to ask Wallis how much of my so ciety you'd better have, if any." “Why, I don't think a good deal of it would hurt me.” lie said indiffer ently. Hut he smiled in a quite friendly fashion. "All right,” said Phyllis again brightly. Hut site fell silent then, i There were two kinds of Allan, she reflected. This kind of Allan, who was very much more grown-up and wise than she was, and of whom she still stood a little In awe; and the little boy Allan who had clung to her nervous dread of the dark the other night—whom she had sent to sleep with children's stories. title wondered-which was real, which he had been when' he was well. ”1 must go now and have something out with -Mrs. Clancy,” she said, smil ing and rising, "She's perfectly cer tain carpets have to coine up when you put down mattings, and 1 in per fectly certain they don t." She tucked the despised list, to which she had furtively added her bull-pup, into her sleeve, took her hand from his and went away. It seemed to Allan that the room was a little darker. ; CHAPTER IX. Outside the sitting room door stood Wallis, who had been lying in wait. ”1 wanted to explain, madam, about the plans,” he said. "It worries Mr. Allan. You see, madam, the late Mrs. Harrington was a great one for plans. She had, If I may say so, a new one every day, and she'd argue you deaf, dumb, and blind -not to speak ill of the dead—till you were fair beat out fighting it. Then you'd settle down to it—and next day there be another one, with Mrs. Harrington rooting for it just as hard, and you, with your mouth fixed for the other plan, so to speak, would have to give in to that. The plan she happened to have last always went through, be cause she fought for that as hard as she had for the others, and you were so bothered by then you didn't care what.” warns s caremny impersonal swr vant-English had slipped from him, and he was talking to Phyllis as man to man, but she was very glad of it. These were the sort of facts she had to elicit. “When Mr. Allan was well,” he went on, ‘‘he used to just laugh and say, ‘All right, mother darling.' and pet her and do his own way—he was always laughing and carrying on then, Mr. Allan—but after he was hurt, of course, he couldn’t get away, and the old madam, she'd sit by his couch by the hour, and he nearly wild, making plans for him. She’d spend weeks planning details of things over and over, never getting tired. And then off again to the next thing! It was all because she was so fond of him, you see. But if you’ll pardon my saying so, madam” —Wallis was resuming his man-ser vant manner—"it was not always good for Mr. Allan.” "I think I understand,” said Phyllis thoughtfully, as she and the wolf hound went to interview Mrs. Clancy. So that was why! She had imagined something of the sort. And she— she herself—was doubtless the out come of one of Mrs. Harrington’s long-detailed plans, insisted on to Allan till he had acquiesced for quiet's sake! . • • But he said 'now he didn’t mind. She was somehow sure he wouldn’t have said it if it had not been true. Then Wallis's other words came to her, "tie was always laughing then,” and suddenly there surged up in Phyllis a passionate re solve to give Allan back at least a little of his lightness of heart. He might be going to die—though she didn't believe it—but at least she could make things less monotonous and dark for him; and site wouldn t offer him plans! And it he objected when the plans rose up and hit him. why, the shock might do him good. She thought she was fairly sure of asi ally in Wallis. “ (To bo Continued next week.)