Acidity
The common cause of digestive dith
cullies iti excess arid, Huda cannot
alter tlda condition, and It burns tin
stomach. Uometliiiu tti.it will ncu
traiiire 1lie aridity ii tlie sensible
tiling to trike. That is why physician
tell the public to use I’iii lips ‘I lk oi
BIngi.e.a,!.
One lipoonftil of this delightful prep
aration cm noulralbto in uy times lt>
Tolonre in acid. It a Instantly; re
lief is I'jlc'r, and v • apparent. All
gas is dispelled; nil sonrueas is soon
gone; Mm whole «y. ' i Is sweetened
Do trj lids perfect anti-acid, and re
member it is just ns good for children
too, and pleasant for them t » take.
Any drug store has the genuine, prr
acriptional product.
©f Magnesia
Shiny
Teuonrr --You nil know Hie proverb,
"All tlmt Blisters is not mold." so now
give tne an example.
Pupil—Your rout, sir.— I.usilue Kol
ner Zolluug (Cologne).
Hanford’s
Balsam of SMyrrH
Since 18(6 has promoted healing
for Man and Beast
All dealers are authored to r&tvnd your money
lur the first bottle it not suited.
Edison ns n Humorist
Among I he oldest of the "I’ioneers’
wlio were associated with Edison Ir
the day* when he was struggling with
the electric light, Is II. M Imubleday
of Brooklyn, aged seventy seven, win
recently said the following about hit
former associate: “To my notion, Toir
would have been a second Mark Twain
If he'd turned his efforts to literature
He could always see the funny side ot
things. When things took a had turn
Toro would ulways revive the spirits
of the men with a good joke. lit
seotiKsI lo have an unlimited fund ot
funny stories, ami he was a master
of what would be called ‘wise cracks'
today."
tJictdin cydur &ood £ooks
How frequently a woman thinks, "Am
I still attractive?" How
_ much thought and
study she devotes
to her looks!
That’s natural. A
woman hates to
think she is grow
ing day by day
less charming and
attractive. DR.
PIERCE’S
I«A VORITE
P R ESC RIP
TION helos to
preserve in a woman the charm and
health of youth. It contains no harm
ful ingredient. This splendid herbal
tonic is sold by all druggists in both
fluid and tablets.
Write to Dr. Pierce’s Invalids Hotel,
Buffalo, N. Y., if you desire free medi
cal advice. For 10c Dr. Pierce will
send you a trial package of tablets.
Cold* Headed Off
Chlorinated air Inis been used very
successfully as a preventive of colds
and Inns lroubles by die students nl
the chemistry division wf the Unlver
sity of Missouri. A small amount ot
chlorine is mixed with the air and this
Is sent into the room through special
ventilators, Hy this means the air is
puritled as it enters the room, and the
use of air outlets makes It possible
for the air to be changed as often us
It Is thought necessary. A decided Im
provement has been noticed so far as
the prevalence of colds is concerne''
among the students.
Mors Time to Remember
“Frown was married oa the twenty
ninth of February.”
“How fortunate!”
“Why so?"
“lie cun forget the anniversary only
once In four years.”
Utter folly: Trying to remember
something that would worry you If
you could only remember It.
f Mpyt alljncnts atart from poor elim
j TnatiofT'cc.nstipation or semi-consti
| tt potion). Intestinal poisons aap vital
' M ity, undermine your iieullh and mate
B |,fe miserable. Tonight try hR —
B Nf.TliltE'-S REMEDY —all-vegetable
B corrective—not on ordinary laxative,
f See how M? will aid in restoring your
f noprtita and rid you of that heavy,
logty. pepiraa feeling.
Eiid. »«i». partly vefetaWe — at d'artuti, aa’y 2Sc
FEEL LIKE A Mir.IJO. . TAKE
MASTER MAN
BY
RUBY M. AYRES
Author of "Tho Phantom Lover," "The Girl Next Door,'
etc.
The sky was painted with
•unset colours, and incongru
ously Michael thought of the
evening, nearly 20 years ago
now, when he had walked just
this way out into the world.
lie could remember as if it
had been yesterday, how his
father had followed him to the
door of the house after their
storm v parting, and shouted
after him through the quiet eve
ning:
“And don’t yon ever darken
my doors again. You’ve made
your bed, and now you can lie
on it. Son or no son, I never
want to see you again—V
And he never had! Michael
thought now of the bitterness
that had been in his own heart
ns lie strode off, with his head
high, and his spirits down to
eero.
He had hated his father then
for having turned him out of
the home he loved, and he. won
dered if Patricia was hating
him now for having been the
means of driving her away.
And yet—what was he to do?
The place was his, and obvious
ly they could not both stay
there, unless . . . Then he
laughed aloud at the thought
that had unwittingly strayed
into his mind.
She was the last woman on
pnrth lie should ever wish to
marry, not in the least the sorr
of woman he admired, or even
respected; she was too selfish,
too much a woman of the
world. Then he turned the corn
er of the old yew hedge sud
denly and saw Patricia.
I She was not crying now; but
she was sitting there in a for
lorn little heap, her hands,
grasping her handkerchief,
clasped round her ftnecs and
her tearstained face turned
away from him towards the
sunset.
7
“In that case, I am wasting
my sympathies,” lie said la
conically.
There was a liltlc pause.
“Has Philips been here?” he
asked.
“Yes—and I told him just
the same as I told you—he was
very angry, or, at least, lie tried
to he. He said—as you did—
that he would like to shake me,
only he said it in a nice way,
which you didn’t, and he called
me 4my dear.’ ”
A faint smile flashed through
Michael’s grey eyes.
“I could have called you ‘my
dear’ as well if 1 had known
that you liked it,” he said.
Patricia hit her lip.
“I am going indoors; I have
a great deal to do.” She paused
with a fresh sense of humilia
tion. A great deal t» do, when,
after all, she was net going
to the Shaeklcs. She thought of
her packed boxes. Was there
nobody in all the world who
wanted her.
“I saw your luggage in the
hall as I came through the
house.” Michael Rolf said.
“Where are you going?”
Patricia laughed mirthlessly.
She wondered what he would
say if she answered him with
the truth and said:—
“I don’t know where I am
going; I haven’t anywhere to
go. There is nobody in all the
world who wants me.
No doubt he would be glad.
No doubt it would please liim
to know that she had been re
buffed for the second time.
Well, she would nor give him
the satisfaction of knowing. She
would not let anyone know,
ller boxes were addressed to
the Shackles, she would let
everyone think she was going
thpre when she left the house
in the morning.
She tried to answer lightly
and cheerfully:
“I told Mr. Philips and gave
him my address. T am going to
stay with the Shackles - they
are old friends of mine—’’Her
voice broke a lit tie, but she
went on bravely: “I know I
shall be very welcome with
them. . . .’’She looked up at
Michael with a sudden fear.
“You don’t know them, do
you?’’
“No, I have hardly any
friends in .England except the
Chesueys.”
The swift color rushed to
Patricia’s face at the mention
of that name. She supposed he
bad spoken it deliberately to
wound her.
“So this will be good-bye,’’
she said. She stopped and, turn
ing, looked back for a moment
at the wide, sloping garden,
with its high trees and velvety
lawns, and with sudden impulse
she said :—
“Did it look .just like this—
years ago—when you .wont
away?”
Michael was faintly surprised
at the question. Somehow he
had believed her when she said
she did not mind leaving the
old place.
“Yes—very much the saint*,
I think,” he answered.
Patricia nodded.
And, against lus will, Miuii
ael Kolf felt a pang of remorse
at his heart, and remembered
that she was very young and
that the queer circumstances of
her upbringing were all against
her.
Would he have been any bet
ter, in the same circumstances!
He doubted it, and there was
a gentle note in his voice as
he went forward and spoke her
name.
Patricia turned with a start
and sprang to her feet.
I The weary misery of her face
1 changed to a quick flush of an
ger.
“Who told you I was here!
What do you want! llow dare
you follow me and spy on me
like this!
“I went to the house and
one of the maids told me you
were out in the grounds, so I
earae to look for you.” He
moved a step nearer. “What is
the matter!” he asked.
“Nothing,” said Patricia
sharply. She stooped and
picked up the letter which had
fallen to the grass at her feet.
“Nothing is the matter,” she
snid again defiantly.
“1 should not nave
you were the sort of pirl who
would cry for nothing,” Mich
ael said with a faint smile.
She did not answer, and he
went on impulsively.
“If it makes you unhappy to
leave Clayton Wold, Patricia,
why can’t you be honest and
tell me sot I .hate to feel tlia:
you are not happy. Why can‘1
you be frank with met”
Her eyes flashed sombrely.
“I’m not crying because I’ve
pot to leave here, so yon need
not imagine anything so roman
tic,” she said hardily. “I don’t
care if I never come back
again. I haven’t had much hap
piness here, goodness knows!”
But her voice quivered as she
spoke. Dear Clayton Wold!
where she had dreamed so
many dreams of a wonderful
future.
Michael’s face hardened.
it would be nice to think
that it will always bo the same”
she said, with a note of wist
fulness in her voice; '‘but of
course it will not. Some da\
you will let it or soil it to hor
rid rich people who will out
those trees down and soil them
for timber and cut down that
vow hedge and make a per
gola.” She laughed to hide ti e
unwonted emotion in her voice.
“It’s queer,” she said, “what
vandals some people are.”
“I could not sell the plaee if
I wished,” Michael said resent
fully. “It’s ail entailed, and I
am not at all likely to let it
either.”
“You mean that you will live
here!” she asked, disbelieveinyr
ly.
Record in Philanthropy.
From Minneapolis Tribune.
II it is more blessed to Rive than
to receive then Americans should
have a feeling of vast satisfaction
in entering the year of 1930, for
in 1929 they contributed $3,450,720,
000 to philanthropy.
They gave it to promote religion,
education charitable relief, the fine
arts, the public health, and what
not.
Seventy per cent of the givers
were more than 53 years old. They
were men and women who had
made the moat of their opportuni
ties in a financial way. Yet they
were not too iiusv to look about them
and find opportunities by which life
for others could be made tetter.
They realize that there are no
pockets In a shroud.
Significant features of the givim
show a tendency to provide far the
1 welfare of the pr( sent generation
i rather than to make provision fo.
1 perpetuity.
Senator Jamps Couzens of Mich:
pan gave $10,000,000 to promote th
health and welfare and educatid:
of children, with the provision tha
both principal and interest be e>.
pended in 25 years. Maurice Fai
Rave $10,000,000 to create a founda
tion for religious, charitable an
i philanthropic purposes. He pro
•‘Yes—for rbe present.
She turned away.
“1 should have thought it
would have been too dull
alone,” she said.
“Oh, but I’m not always go
ing to be alone,” Michael an
swered deliberately. “I hope to
marry. ”
Flis eyes met hers, and Pa
tricia flushed crimson at the
memory of her own foolish
words to him that day after
Peter Rolf's death.
She went on into the house
and Michael followed.
“If you can wait,” she said
presently, “I will tell the maids
to bring coffee and liqueurs.”
Slip paused. “I have had din
ner.” she added, “but I dare
say there is plenty if you are
hungry.”
‘‘Thank you, but 7 dined be
fore i came—and, anyway, I
must l)o getting back I came in
tbe ear, as usual.”
He took up a big eoat lying
on the hall chair and climbed
into it.
‘‘What time do you go to
morrow ha asked. Patricia
winced.
‘‘1 am not sure— 1 have not
decided.”
‘‘If you would care for me
to drive you over to the
Shackles—wherever they live!
—I shall be delighted.”
Patricia refused hastily.
‘‘Oh no, thank you, and be
sides . . . they will probably
send over for me,” Her lips
twisted into a wry smile, truly
her world was upside down,
and she wondered drearily if it
would ever again right itself.
She shook hands with Mich
ael and went with him to the
door.
‘‘1 shall see you again soon,”
be said. ‘‘And you say that Mr.
Philips knows your address—”
‘‘Yes—he knows tlie Shack
les’ ad’dress.”
‘‘Then its goodbye for the
present. I liope you will have a
pleasant visit.”
‘‘Thank you—” The low,
grey bodied ear slipped away
into the dusk. Michael Rolf
turned in his seat as he reached
the boul in the winding drive,
and saw Patricia s‘dl standing
in the doorway where he had
left her, a solitary, black-robed
figure.
“i oor girl, he said aloud,
and then laughed at himself;
she did not need pitying. She
was quite able to take care or
herself.
He turned the car out into
the silent road and raced o»
ward towards London.
The country all around was
very still and deserted, as if
it had fallen asleep, and as he
ha*d traversed some 10 miles
and hardly met a soul, it was
all the more of a surprise to
Michael when, as he swung
round a corner, someone ran
across the road to him, calling
to him to stop.
He drove the brakes home
and brought the ear to a stand
still.
It was beginning to get dark
now; the last sunset tints lin
gered in the sky palely, and big
clouds were sweeping up from
the east.
Michael turned in his seat
and looked back at the figure
tb.at had called to .him— a girl
colored motor veil tied over
wearing a long loose coat and a
her hat.
She came running up to him
breathless and laughing.
“Oh, I was so afraid you
wouldn’t stop—and I’ve been
here for hours, and not a soul
has passed! Oh, I am so sorry
to trouble you.” She spoke in
rather a gushing voice. “But
my ear won’t go! It simply re
fuses to budge an inch; do you
think you could find out what
is the matter with it? I live
miles and miles away, and I
simply must get home soon, or
theyil be in a dreadful way
about me—’
Michael drew in clo;er to the
side of the road, opened the
door of his ear and pot out.
The girl was looking at him
with interested eyes.
“I’m afraid you must he
thinking me a perfect pest,”
she said with a sigh. “1 do hope
you are not in a hurry.”
“Not in the least. I shall be
vided that the gift be spent within
35 years.
Of the $990,300,000 Riven for edu
cation the greater part goes to col
leges and universities. Negro educa
ion gets $33,000,000.
If Americans know how to make
•'.oney. they aho know how to dis
o-:e of it where it will dc the most
cod. They are practical philan
’.ropists. They fight for money,
.metimes they invoke the law of
> tooth and claw. They call it
siness. But in the end they bestow
mir largess with inspiring gen
osity so that the greatest number
people may be benefited and op
jitunity increased for all.
delighted 10 nelp you if it'3
possible.”
lie walked down the road
with her till they reached a
small derelict car, enamelled in
delicate shade of mauve, and
Michael bent down in a bu»i
ness-like .rav to examine it.
The girl stood by, her eyes on
his face. She was thinking how
good looking he was, and hop
ing that he would not too
quickly be able to speed her on
her way again.
“Is it anything very bad?’'
she ased anxiously, ater a
moment.
Michael looked up and
laughed.
“It’s something which un
fortunately 1 can’t put right,’
lie said. “You’ve no petrol, and
neither have I —except what’s
in the tank, and that very little.
T meant to have got a tin before
I started from home, but for
got.”
“No patrol!” She gave a lit
tle scream. “Then what on
earth am I to do? There's no
place here where we can get
any, and 1 simply must get
home—”
Michael looked up and down
the road for inspiration.
“I can run your ear into that
ffate.” he said at last. “It will
be safe there till the morning
We’ll ask the people at the cot
tage to look after it—”
“But what about me?’’ she
asked in dismay. “I can’t stay
here all night.”
“ I was not suggesting tha»
you should,” Michael said with
a touch of impatience. ::There
is my ear—T shall be pleased
to drive you home.”
She looked the delight she
felt.
Oh, that is good of you!
Whatever should I have done
if you had not come along?”
“I dare say somebody elsp
would have come, sooner or lat
er,” Michael said laconically.
“I don’t know the roads round
, here very well—s’ou’ll have to
direct me.”
“I know every inch of
them,” she said eagerly. “I've
lived here all my life, you
see—” She paused, looking at
him hesitatingly.
“We are very well known in
the county,” she added, with
overdone carelessness. “My fa
ther owns a great deal of prop
erty.” She paused again, but
Michael did not seem impressed
and she added with a touch of
exasperation, “I am Miss
Shackle.”
“Indeed,” said Michael Rolf
politely.
He was nt impressed,but he
looked at her with a new inter
est. So this gril was Patricia’s
friend 1 He was frankly sur
prised; he should never have
imagined her to be the type f
whom Patricia would care in
the very least. He followed j
her into the car and drove
away.
“You don’t live at Clayton,
of course,” Miss Shackle said
presently. She looked up at
him witli intrest in her blue
eyes.
“No—” Michael wondered if
he ought to introduce himself,
“I probablly shall though, in
the near future,” he added.
“Do I go to the right or left
here?”
“To the right. The other way
leads back to Clayton Wold—
do you know Clayton Wold?”
“I know the house,” said
Michael cautiously.
I
I
“I know it very well, too,
she answered. “The Rolfs are
friends of mine—or, perhaps.
1 should say they were! Mr.
Rolf is dead you know.”
“So I heard. He has a
daughter, hasn’t he?”
“An adopted daughter. Ev
eryone always thought she
would get all his money, but
she hasn’t. Por Patricia.”
Michael glanced down at her
sharply—there had been some
thing rather contemptuous in
her mention of Patricia’s name
“Miss Rolf is a friend of
yours.” he said, quietly. Effie
Shackle hesitated, then she
gave an odd little laugh.
(TO B* CONTINUED)
Coffee roasting on the Pacifi:
coast has increased 223 per cent ir
15 years.
In Mourning:.
Prom Tit-Bits.
“Waiter! Waiter!” shouted the
diner, "this steak is, burnt black."
"Mark of respect, sir,” the wait
er replied, solemnly. “Our man
ager died "yesterday.”
Forgot His Supports.
From Life.
Sunday School Teacher: What
killed Sampson?
Willie: Palling arches.
A piece of purple silk dyed by
Perkiu in 18t>0, soon after he dis
covered the first enilin dye, has
been presented to the United States
National museum.
Desperate
Irives k,« i*.
known to boil tbcir husbands’
pipes inlye.Thiskillsthelingerlng
authority of over-strong tobacco,
butgood-bye pipe! Well,it’s time
those husbands discovered Sir
Walter Raleigh’s favorite smok
ing mixture. It’s a blend of choice
tobaccos mellowed to a surpassing
mildness and flavor, and wrapped
in gold foil to keep it jreslt. And
fragrant? Wives positively love it.
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It's
m
57 milder
The Mdvtii
Habitual
“French diplomacy,” said Senator
Morati, “somethneB reminds me of the
absent-minded girl. It was during u
petting party that the girl’s ardent
suitor turned to her and demanded:
“‘Am I the first man you've ever
kissed?’
“ ‘Why, of course you are!’ ex
claimed the girl, adding absent-mind
edly. ‘Strange how all you men ask
tlie same question.’ ”
In 183". Dr. Caldwell made a dis
covery for which elderly people the
world over praise him today!
Years of practice convinced him
that many people were endangering
their health by r. careless choice of
laxatives. So lie began a search
for a harmless prescription which
would be thoroughly effective, yet
would neither gripe nor form any
habit. At last he found it.
Over and over he wrote it, when
he found people bilious, headachy,
out of sorts, weak or feverish;
with coated tongue, bad breath, no
appetite or energy. It relieved the
most obstinate cases, and yet was
gentle with women, children and
elderly people.
Today, this same famous, effec
tive prescription, known as Dr.
Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin, is the
world's most popular laxative. It
may be obtained from any drugstore
