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Drnver Mother
Tells Story
Nature control# all
the function# of our
digestive organs ex
cept cao. We have
control over that, and
Jt’a the function that
causes the most trou
ble.
See that your chll
area form regular bowel habits, and
at llie first sign of bad breath, coated
tongue, biliousness or constipation,
give them a little California Fig
Syrup. It regulates the bowels and
stomach and gives (hc«e organs tone
and strength so they continue to act
as Nature Intends them to. It helps
build up and strengthen pale, listless,
underweight children. Children love
Its rich, fruity taste and it’s purely
vegetable, .so you can give it ns often
as your child's uppetite lags or he
seems feverish, cross or fretful.
Leading physicians have endorsed
It for 50 years, and its overwhelming
sales record of over four million bot
tles a year shows how mothers depend
on It. A Western mother, Mrs. It. W.
Stewart, 4112 Raritan Sh, Denver,
Colorado, says: “Raymond was ter
ribly pulled down by constipation. lie
got weak, fretful and cross, had no
appetite or energy and food seemed
to sour In his stomach. California
Fig Syrup bad him romping and play
ing again in just a few days, and
soon he wok back to normal weight,
looking better than he had looked In
months.”
Protect your child from Imitations
of California Fig Syrup. Tho mark
of the genuine Is the word ‘‘Cali
fornia” on (he carton.
Thinks Lite Naedi Spice
It’s awfully hard for a man to get
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;i YOU HAVE A DOCTOR'S
WORD FOR THIS
/ LAXATIVE
In 1875, an earnest young man
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THE 1
MASTER MAN
BY
RUBY M AYRES
Author of “THo Phantom Lovtr“Tho 0 rl N»*t Dior" afs. 1
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*‘I thought she was always
very fond of him,” Mis. Smith
answered wistfully. “I only
them together once or twice,
hut lie was such a gentlunan. I
used to liopp Patricia would ;
marry him ”
Michael did wot answer. and
presently he was walking
quickly away from rhe house.
f'I.esney suited to her indeed!
Surely tile girl’s own mother
should hvo known better than
that.
He took a fa*c! at the corner
and was driven back to Mrs.
Flannagan’s. It was nearly five
o’c!o-k then Patricia would
probably ha hack.
Patricia was back! So Mrs.
Flaniiagan| informed him in a
slag* whisp*r. ‘‘Tbit it's not
s)iure I am that she’ll see ye!”
she added. “If you’ll not mind
waiting I’ll just foind out!”
Michael stepped past her into
the narrow hall.
‘‘Thank you,” he said coolv.
‘‘I’ll find out for myself.”
Patricia was crouncliing over
tlie fire in an attitude of the
deepest dejection when Michael
entered the room.
She had taken off her| hat.
but.she still wore her coat, and
something hopelessly dispirited
in the droop of her shoulders
and the despondent manner in
which her nrracefnl bend rested
on her hands.
She was foelin* sore and an
gry and miserable. She was
sure that Michael had deliber
ately missed his appointment
with her; e'en the fact that he
had turned up late did not mol
lify her. She only shrugged her
shoulders when Mrs. Flanna
gnn drew an elabor®te picture
of Ids deep distress when he
round that she had gone.
She had not had any lunch,
and the tray of unpretentious
eohl mpat and potatoes which
Mrs. Flannagan had hurriedly
brought stood unnppotisingly
on the table behind her.
“You can take it away, Mrs.
Flannagan,” Patricia said
without turning as Michael en
tered. “I don’t want anything
—Pin not hungry. You can
bring me a cup of tea, if von
like.”
“It’s not Mrs. Flannagan,”
said Michael. He came in and
shut the door behind him, look
ing at her with a little uncer
tain smile.
Patricia rose to her feet,
angry waves of color beating i
into her pale cheeks.
“T told Mrs. Flannagan I
would not see you. Who said i
yon could come inf”
“Nobody; I just c»iiio,” He
moved forward. “I am more
sorry than I can sav about be
ing late this morning. 1 met
Bernard Chesney, and could
not get rid of him.”
“And, naturally, you did not
wish to bring him to see ue.”
ebe retorted. “I suppose one
could hardly expect you to ^ie
proud to admit you know
anyone living in a house like
this.” _
“You are quite light about
my not wishing him to s<e
you." Michael answered calm
ly. “But as far as the house
goes if it’s good enough for
you. i*s a thundering sight too
good for him. But we won’t |
argue. 1 hope you will accept
my apology.”
“There is no need to apo!og
iso. I did not expect you r<>
keep your word.”
“That.” said Michael, “is
not the truth. You did expect
me—you were very angry and
disappointed when I did not
come.*’
“How dare von!”
Mi ha el smiled.
“Tome, Patricia, don’t be
childish. I thought we were go
ing to he friends. I was angry
and disappointed, too. I had a
horrible lunch.”
He stood looking down af
her reflectively.
"Look here.” he said sud
r
n
denlv, “you’d l»e much easiei
to talk to if you wouldn’t look
so determindly imeom.ortaol".
Take off your coat and let me
fetch you a cushion.’’
He drew the coat from her
shoulders and f tclieil tli ■ best
cushions the room could mus
ter; then he went down on his
knees end banked up the
smoky fire.
“Hove j mi given Mrs. Flau
nagan notice*/’’ lie asked.
“Of course, I haven’t; I’ve
got nowhere to go."
“Nowhere? With all the
many friends you have?’’
The ready tears sprang to
her eyes.
“You seem to like taunting
me about my frion Is,*’ she said
bitterly. “I am beginning to
wonder if I ever really had
anv.’’
“I am not speaking of people
like Effie Shackle,” said Alice
ael gently.
i’atiicia looked at him.
“You don’t know Effie
Shackle.”
“I do. 1 met her on the road
near Clayton one night—the
very night before you ran
away I think it was. something
had gone wrong with her car
and it was getting late and so ]
drovp her bom«. and
ask 'd me to stao to dinner.
“Yea. tbev would— if the'
]<nn"'ho mn ”*'>re.* ’
“TM»**'F didn't t'"0’" f'll T
'1>p*'1_nnft T don*' '*''*'1*
wi(*j„ li’-ed it wfi -*n c',r*
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"I* 'mvi* t|lO,,,T'’*
he^n deli^lit'-d "
A littl * smile crept info M'ch
po]\ eyes ®s lie recalled the
dhmnv his announcement had
ears''d.
Patriein was watching him
with faint jeal uisy.
“Have you ever been there
again?” she asked. “Not thal 1
care,” she listened to add.
“1 never supposed you would
care,” Michael answered, still
intent on his lire building
“But 1 have not been, though
they gave me a most pressing
invitation and a formal one
came by post this mompig for
dinner tonight.
He rose from his knees and.
turning, faced her.
“Shall 1 go?’’ he asked.
P«tricia tried to laugh un
concernedly.
“Please yourself—it is no
business of mine.”
“That’s what you sav.’
Michael answered coolly. “And
all the time you know you
don’t want me to go—you
know you don’t want me to gn
—you know you lnte the idea
of my going—at lea d . . . !
hope you do,” he added.
Patricia spr*ng to her feet.
“IIow dare vou! As if I care
-as if .
“Tea and foine parcel.'
said Mrs. Flannagan at the
door.
Michael turned avav, there
was a little pleased smile in his
eves.
Mrs. Flannagan’s ‘‘foine par
e *l” turned out to he violets. s
“Floors they are, by the
smelling of them,” she insisted,
taking a good sniff at- the wrap- i
in vs before she laid them down
in Patricia's lap
Patricia looked at the little
h^m'ner.
“There is no one at all likely j
to send nu* flowers,” sin* said,
but slip cut the string rather !
eagerly, and gave a littl* cry j
of delight when she saw tin* j
mass of violets.
She looked up at Michael.
“You sent them!” she said,
breathlessly.
swered. He was pouring out
the tea and wondering why he
felt so happy and at home in
this comfortable room. Pat
ricia bent her face to tin* flow
ers.
"My favorites,” she said.
“ How kind of you !”
•‘Not at all. Do yon take su
gar?' He added a second kitou
to her cup absent iniuded.y.
“You know there are lots of
little things I could do for y ill,
if you’d only be sensible *nd
let me.” He brought the ten
over to her. “It seems to ms
1 that you're uncommonly «.\
; trnvaganl with valuao.e tin-j,”
he added, sutibugly. “Look at
th<* good times we might Live
had together already! Why, we
might have got so fond of -aeh
other th*t you would even Lave
consented to come to live at
Clayton—if I’d asked you,” he
added, audaciously.
Patricia did not smile.
“Ifvoustil I think that |
“l‘ you still lliink that
you're going to be clever and
manage me—” she b ‘gan.
slowly.
“LJhss your heart. I do i’t!”
Michael drained his cup and
sat it down. “I’ve given that
idea up—given it up so eora
pletely that if you’d like me to
lecll Chesney >vhere lie can find
you I'll go straight orf vhen I
leave here and give him your
address—there?”
Patricia bit her lip.
‘‘You mean that yon want to
be rid of all responsibility of
me. ”
“I mcan that lliate to see
you unhappy, and to know that
in your heart yon are blaming
in" for it ”
She sat very still. The scent
of the violets filed the room
and mode her think of Clayton
Wold, and the gardens, and the
woods, and life as she had
known it there, and she felt as
:f desolating miles lev between
her and it—rail's to wH"h this
man ivfls add'ng with every
in’d lie ntfer"d.
fl* wanted to be rid of her—
be wanted Imr to marry Chea
po and se'tle down, and vet
not so long a0'o ho had urged
'■•or •>ori|injt tb’s ver'' thing—
h"d told h«r she would not be
|,a os Chosnev’s wife.
“Th"nlt vou.” she said,
coldly. “But 1 am quite capable
of sending for Mr. <‘hosti"V if
1 should ever want him. whicK
is not very likely after all that
has happened.”
“That disposes o1 Chosney,”
Michael said cheerily. “And
now I’ve got another brilliant
idea—that we forget all that’s
haoponed, and you come back
to live somewhere near Clayton
and let me make you an allow
ance.”
“Thank you, but of the two
1 would sooner marry Bernard
Cliesney. ”
Michael went over to the
window; the drizz’ing rain had
begun agaiu, and the narrow
street, with its rows of houses
that were all alike, save for
slight variation of curtains,
looked depressing and dreary.
This was no place for Pat
ricia, he told himself angrily;
and yet—what could he do for
her?
“And there is nobody—no
no real friend, I moan,” he
said rather abruptly, “with
whom you would rather live
than—with Mrs. Flannagan?”
“There is nobody that you
would approve of; not flint 1
care if you approve or not. . ”
“Vou mean that there is
soru ‘body?”
“There is somebody I
thought of this morning—when
you did not come. ...”
“When I came late, you
mean,” he corrected her.
“Very well, when you came
late.” She raised her dark eyes
to his face with a queer little
smile in them.
“And who is this someone?”
Michael asked.
“She used to make some of
my frocks—she used to come to
Clayton sometimes and \vorl<
for me.”
“A dressmaker!” said Mich
ael. He purposely spoke dis
paringly ;he knew Patricia
well enough to know that the
way to drive her to do a thing
was to appear to wish to pre
vent it.
“And what if she is a dress
maker?” Patricia flashed out
at him.
“She was always kind to me,
and I know she really liked me,
no matter how strange it mac
seem to you that anyone could
) like me! And she is a lady
anyway—much more of a iau’
than your friend Kr'fi*
Shackle- ”
Michael turned away to hid?
the smilp in his eyes.
“Miss Slmekle is net a friend
of mine.’’ lie said calmly. “And
j as to this other lady. . . ”
“Her name is Mrs. Smith,’
Patricia broke defiantly.
suppose you will say the nam*
is too common. She is quit*
poor, certainly; so poor that 1
used to semi her my old clothes
If you’ve got anything to sa>
against her . . . .”
“My dear child! How can
possibly have? I am sure, if sh>
is a friend of yojirs, that she e
everything that is good am
charming, hut as to whet he’
you would really he happy
living with her! Well, that’s an
other question.” •
“1 don’t suppose she woul*
have me, anyway,” said Pat
ric-ia dispiritedly. “She’s onl)
written to me once since Mr
Rolf died. 1 suppose, like th*
rest of the world, she think*
I'm no use now I haven’t an)
money.”
ion can t accuse me oi
sharing that'idea, anyway,’
said Michael quickly.
Patricia flushed.
“Oh, you!” she said. “It’f
only pity that brings you here
I know that—pity and a sort oI
duty. You feel responsible foi
me, I know—Mr. Philips'toll'
me so. . . . ”
Michael looked angry.
“1 object to that,” he said
“You’ve no earthly right t(
say such a thing- I’ve tried tc
undo any mistakes that I mac
have made in the past and 1
was beginning to think I had
succeeded, and now you— now
you go and make an—an abom
inahle statement like that. You
really are enough to goad any
one beyond all endurance, Pat
ricia.”
To his dismay she broke
1 down into tears.
“Why do you come here
then?” she demanded, sobbing.
“I didn’t ask you to come. I
went away and I should never
have troubled you again if you
hadn’t followed me. Why ean’l
you leave me alone?”
“Good heavens!” Michael
was distressed. He paced the
length of the room, coining to a
standstill behind Patricia's
chair. “Are you going to stop
crying?” he demanded. “Mrs
Plannagan will think I am ill
treating you.”
“I don’t care what she
thinks!”
“Well, Ido. Patricia!” He
waited a moment; then a little
determined smile crept into his
eyes. “Very well, if you will
behave like a hahv you must
expect me to treat you like
one,” and, stooping, he raised
her face all flushed and tear
stained as it was. and kissed
her.
There was a moment of abso
lute silence, Patricia sat quite
still; then she rose to her feet
scattering the lapful of violets
all about and, turning, faced
him.
Michael was very flushed
and defiant.
“Well—have I offended past
forgiveness this time?” he
asked. “I’m not going to say
I’m sorry, anyway. I wish I’d
done it before. Well—are you
angry?”
Patricia looked at him help
lessly- She wanted to be angry
She was quite sure that she
ought to be angr.v, and yet
somehow for the life of her nc
emotion would rise in her heart
save a little fluttering fear.
I’m angry with you for
sneering at my friends—you’ve
no right to do it—” She broke
off, releasing the feebleness ol
her reply. She stamped her foot
her reply. She stamped her foot
at him.
“Why don’t you help me
pick tlmse flowers up instead
of standing there staring at
of standing there staring at
| me ”
Michael laughed outright a*
| lie went down to liis knees te
I obey.
—
(TO B* t'ONTJNtlRD)
Q. Which state produces the
most eggs? L. M.
A. Iowa leads.
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Tariffs of Other Nations.
From Minneapolis Tribune.
The question is frequently raised
a* *« what country has the highest
tariffs. The answer is net easy, be
cause many confusing elements en
ter into the picture. One country,
for example, might have very high
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another would have low but effec
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much more given to the high tariff
than the second, yet the second
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None the les certain crude meth
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light on the approximate relative
ratings of the various countries.
It is possible to group the coun
tries roughly according to the height
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Such a table would show the fol- i
lowing results:
(a) Tariff indices of over 40 per
cent: Spain.
<b) Tariff Indices of over 25 per
cent: The United States.
(c' Tariff indices between 20 and
25 per cent: Argentina. Hungary,
Poland, the Kingdom of the Serbs.
Croats and Slovenes.
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Czecho-Slovatcia, Italy.
, (e' Tariff indices between 10 and
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many. India Sweden. Switzerland
(ft Tariff indices between 5 and 1
10 per cent: Berglum and Den
mark.
(g) Tariff indices under 5 pei
cent: The Netherlands, the United
Kingdom.
About all one can safely sai Is
that the United States is decidedly
among the high tariff countries, bul
it has not the highest tariff in ‘.he
world. It is also apparent that e
great many other countries havt
tariffs much like our own.
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