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I* new ini if the tragedy Mra Sara
M"randat and Hetty attend the funeral
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mad U uam greatly lnteraatrd In Hatty
CHARTER VI.—Continued.
fin* fetid Hetty did not stay loog tn
teae. The f ear paper* announced the
man cf ChalHa W ran dal i a widow
and reporter* sought tier out Cor inter
ne*# The odd Interest was rented
sad columns were printed about the
SBttrdeT at Burton's ton. wl»h sharp
ediorial ocwnfcti on the : Allure of
the police to dear up the mystery.
*1 thall ash Leslie down for the
week-end.“ said Rara. the bird day
after Lbetr arrival to the country. The ;
tons*- was beg* and lonely, and time '
butit rather heavily despite the glori-1
t as uplift of ipri*(
Hetty looked up qulrkiy Im her
hook A took c>t dismay 1 rkered in
tier ew*s for an Instant and ‘hen gave
war to the calmtesk that had one »o }
d** in their depth* of late Her lips
part'd to the eudden Itnfwi «e to cry
cut against the plan, hut she checked !
the words Ter a moment her dark.
ttuiwtiotiBg eyes studied -..e face of
her ba-nefaetreac; then, as i e -thing '
had U**-s reveal'd to her. *h-» -Uioa***.
her gaae to drift pensively out toward
the a.naet St*
They were sitting on the broad ,
verandah overlooking the sound. 'The
du*k of evening was beginning to steal 1
over the earth. She laid her book
aside.
“Will you telephone In to bim after
dinner. Hetty?" went on Sara, after
a tong period of silence.
Again Hetty started Tb s time a .
look of actual tain flashed in her eye*. '
“Would not a note by post ’*e more j
certain to fend him In the— * she be- !
gar hurriedly.
“I dislike writing notes," said Sara ,
calmly. "Of course, dear, t you fee! 1
that you'd rather not telephone him.
1 can—“
"I dire say 1 am finicky. Sara.” apol- i
cgtzed Hetty to quick contrition. “Of i
eturse be is your brother. 1 should I
recieo—”
“My brother in law. dear,” -taid Sara,
a trifle too l i, rally.
“He will come often u> you? house.” j
wen* on Hetty rapidly. "I n.intake
the best of It."
“He is your friend, Hetty He ad
mires you."
' I canto' see him throszh your
•yea. Sara.”
“Hut he Is charming and liveable.
*ou'!l admit." persisted the jther.
"He is very kind, and be j devoted
to you. ! she aid like bite for that.” I
"Yon bare no cause for disliking ;
him ”
* 1 do not dislike him I—I am—Oh.
yw always have been so thoughtful. I
so considerate . Sara. I can *. under {
sti *d your fati ng to see hoe hard it
Is for me to—to—well, to eadure his
open hearted friendship.”
^ara was silent for a moment. “You
dr*v a pretty fine line. Hetty,” she
said gently.
Hetty fleshed. "You mean that
e ere is r.rtW to choose between wife
and brother? That lsat qsite fair.
You know everythin*, he knows noth
ing I wear a mask for bim you have
«*-es into the very heart of me. It
bat the asm-:."
14* r* came over and stood beside the
girl's chair. After a moment of inde
Matty Look ad Up Quickly From the
ctsioa aha laid bar band on Hatty's
sboaldar. Tba girt looked op. the arar
«■earring qaastloa la bar ayes.
' We ba*oa*t spoken of—of Lhasa
thing* la maay month* Hetty ."
"Hot since Mrs WrandaU sad Yie
laa caaw to Nloa. I waa upset—dread
rally upset Lbaa. Sara. I don't know
fegw I -««*H <• S*< through with
M."
"Bat yoa managed IL" pronounced
■an. Har Angers seamed to tighten
aaddealy oa tba girl s shoulder. "I
eai.s we wan qaito wonderful, both
et us. It wasn't easy for me "
"Why did wa coma back to New
tort ganr tent oat Hatty, clasp
IB* ter Wood's hand a. If suddenly
■gunrrart by term- "We ware happy
•nr then. Aad Baa!"
"Listen, my dear." said Sara, a
hard not* growing In her voice: "this
is my home. I do not love It, but I
can see no reason for abandoning It.
That Is why we came back to New
York."
Hetty pressed her friend's hand to
her lips. "Forgive me." she cried im
pulsively. "1 shouldn’t have com
complalned. It was detestable."
"Besides,” went on Sara evenly,
"you were quite free to remain on the
other side. I left It to you.”
"You gave me a week to decide.”
said Hetty in a hurried manner of
speaking “I—I took but twenty-four
hours—less than that. Over night,
you remember. I love you, Sara. I
could not leave you. All that night
1 could feel you pulling at my heart
strings, pulling me closer, and holding
me. You were In your room, I In
mine, and yet all the time you seemed
to be bending over me in the dark
ness. urging me to stay with you and
love you and be loved by you. It
couldn't have been a dream.”
"It was not a dream.” said Sara,
with a queer smile.
"You do love me?" tensely.
‘T do love you,” was the firm an
swer. Sara was staring across the
■ - ■ Tffll ■ J I I . w
"Good God, Sara!" Cried the Girl in
Horror.
water, her eyes big and as black as
night itself. She seemed to be looking
far beyond the misty lights that bob
b.ed with nearby schooners, far be
yond the yellow mass on the opposite
shore where a town lay cradled in the
shadows, far Into the fast darkening
sky that came up like a wall out of
the east.
Hetty's fingers tightened in a
warmer clasp. Unconsciously perhaps,
Sara's grip on the girl's shoulder
tightened also; unconsciously, for her
thoughts were far away. The younger
woman's pensive gaze rested on the
peaceful waters below, taking in the
slow approach of the fog that was
soon to envelop the land. Neither
spoke for many minutes: inscrutable
thinkers, each a prey to thoughts that
leaped backward to the beginning and
took np the puzzle at Its inception.
"I wonder—“ began Hetty, her eyes
narrowing with the Intensity of
thought. She did not complete the
sentence.
Sara answered the unspoken ques
tion. “It will never be different from
what it Is now, unless you make it so.”
Hetty started. "How could you have
known what I was thinking?” she
cried in wonder.
"It is what yon are always think
ing. my dear. You are always asking
yourself when will I turn against you.”
"Sara'”
o __f_i.ii. ■ ..
• '■'"U »UCCII15CUtC DUUU1U BUJT
ply the answer to all the questions you
are asking of yourself. It is too late
for me to turn against you." She ab
ruptly removed her hand from Hetty's
shoulder and walked to the edge of
the veranda. For the first time, the
English gir! was conscious of pain.
She drew her arm up and cringed. She
pulled the light scarf about her bare
shoulders.
The butler appeared in the doorway.
“The telephone. If you please. Miss
Castleton. Mr. Leslie Wrandall Is
calling."
The girl stared. "For me, Watson?”
“Yes. miss.”
Hetty had risen, visibly agitated.
“What shall I aay to him, Sara?”
she cried.
• Apparently it Is he who has some
thing t* say to you,” said the other,
still smiling. “Walt and see what it
is. Please don’t neglest to Bay that
»e’d like to have him over Sunday."
"A box of flowers has just come up
from the station for you, miss,” said
Watson.
Hetty was very white as she passed
i into the house. Mrs. Wrandall re
sumed her contemplation of the fog
ecreened sound.
i "Shall I fetch yon a wrap, ma’am?*’
asked Watson, hesitating.
"I am coming In. Watson. Open the
box of flowers for Miss Castleton. Is
there a fire In the library?”
"Yea. Mrs. Wrandall.”
"Mr. Leslie will be out on Saturday
Tell Mrs. Conkling.”
"The evening train, ma’am?”
“No. The eleven-thirty. He will
be here for luncheon.”
When Hetty hurried into the library
a few minutes later, her manner was
that of one considerably disturbed by
something that has transpired almost
on the moment Her cheeks were
flushed and her eyes were reflectors
of a no uncertain distress of mind.
Mrs. Wrandall was standing before
the treplace, as exquisite figure in the
slinky black evening gown which she
affected In these days. Her perfectly
modelled neck and shoulders gleamed
like pink marble in the reflected glow
of the burning logs. She wore no Jew
elry, but there was a single white rose
la her dark hair, where It had been
placed by the whimsical Hetty an hour
earlier as they left the dinner table.
"He is coming out on the eleven
thirty. Sara,” said the girl nervously,
"unless you will send the motor in for
him. The body of his car is being
changed and it's in the shop. He must
have been jesting when he 6aid he
would pay tor the petrol—I should
have said gasoline.”
Sara laughed. "You will know Him
better, my dear.” she said. "Leslie is
very light-hearted.”
“He suggested bringing a friend,”
went on Hetty hurriedly. “A Mr.
Booth, the portrait painter.”
“I met him in Italy. He Is charm
ing. You will like him, too, Hetty."
The emphasis did not escape notice.
“It seems that he is spending a fort
night in the village, this Mr. Booth,
painting spring lambs for rest and
recreation, Mr. Leslie says.”
“Then he Is at our very gates." said
Sara, looking up suddenly.
"1 wonder if he can be the man I
saw yesterday at the bridge." mused
Hetty. "Is he tall?"
"I really can’t say. He’s rather
vague. It was six or seven years ago.”
“It was left that Mr. Wrandall is to
come out on the eleven-thirty,” ex
plained Hetty. "I thought you wouldn’t
like sending either of the motors in.”
“And Mr. Booth?"
“We are to send for him after Mr.
Wrandall arrives. He is stopping at
the inn, wherever that may be.”
“Poor fellow!" sighed Sara, with a
grimace. “I am sure he will like us
immensely if he has been stopping at
the inn.”
Hetty stood staring down at the
blazing logs for a full minute before
giving expression to the thought that
troubled her.
“Sara,” she said, meeting her
friend’s eyes with a steady light in her
own, “why did Mr. Wrandall ask for
me instead of you? It is you he is
coming to visit, not me. It is your
house. Why should—”
“My dear,” said Sara glibly, “I am
merely his sister-in-law. It wouldn't
be necessary to ask me if he should
come. He knows he is welcome."
“Then why should he feel called up
on to—”
“Some men like to telephone, I sup
pose,” said the other coolly.
“I wonder if you will ever under
stand how I feel about—about certain
things, Sara,”
“What, for instance?"
"Well, his very evident interest in
me,” cried the girl hotly. “He sends
me flowers—this is the second box
this week—and he is so kind, so very
friendly, Sara, that I can’t bear it—I
really can’t."
Mrs. Wrandall stared at her. "You
can’t very well send him about his
business," she said, “unless he be
comes more than friendly. Now, can
you?”
“But it seems so—so horrible, so
beastly," groaned the girL
Sara faced her squarely. “See here,
Hetty," she said levelly, “we have
made our bed, you and I. We must lie
in it—together. If Leslie Wrandall
chooses to fall in love with you, that
is his affair, not ours. We must face
every condition. In plain words, we
must play the game.”
“What could be more appalling than
to have him fall in love with me?”
“The other way ’round would be
more dramatic, I should say.”
“Good God Sara!" cried the girl In
horror. “How can you even speak of
such a thing?"
“After all, why shouldn’t—’’ began
Sara, but stopped in the middle of her
suggestion, with the result that it had
its full effect without being uttered in
so many cold-blooded words. The girl
shuddered.
I wish, Sara, yon would let me un
burden myself completely to you," she
pleaded, seizing her friend's hands.
“You have forbidden me—"
Sara jerked her hands away. Her
eyes flashed. “I do not want to hear
it,” ebe cried fiercely. “Never, never!
Do you understand? It is your secret.
I will not share it with you. I should
hate you If I knew everything. As it
is, I love you because you are a wom
an who suffered at the hand of one
who made me suffer. There is noth
ing more to say. Don't bring up the
subject again. I want to be your
friend for ever, not your confidante.
There is a distinction. You may be
able to see how very marked it is in
our case. Hetty. What one does not
know, seldom hurts."
“But X want to justify myself—■"
“It Isn’t necessary." cut in the other
so peremptorily that the girl’s eyes
spread into a look of anger. Where
upon Sara Wrandall threw her arm
about her and drew her down beside
her in the chaise-lounge. “I didn’t
mean to be harsh.’’ she cried. “We
must not Bpeak of the past, that's alL
The future Is not likely to hurt us,
dear. Let us avoid the past"
“The future!” sighed the girl, star
ing blankly before her.
“To appreciate what it is to be,”
said the other, “you have but to think
of what it might have been.”
"I know,”' said Hetty, in a low
voice. “And yet I sometimes wonder
If—”
Sara interrupted. “You are paying
me. dear, instead of the law," she said
gently. “I am not a harsh creditor,
am I r
"My life belongs to you. I give It
cheerfully, even gladly.”
"So you have said before. Well, if
It belongs to me, you might at least
permit me to develop It as I would any
other possession. I take It as an in
vestment. It will probably fluctuate.”
“Now you are Jesting!”
“Perhaps.’’ said Sara laconically.
The next morning Hetty set forth
for her accustomed tramp over the
roads that wound through the estate.
Sara, the American, dawdled at home,
resenting the chill spring drizzle that
did not In the least discourage the
She came to the bridge by the mill,
long since deserted and now a thing of
ruin and decay. A man in knicker
bockers stood leaning against tbe rail,
idly gazing down at tbe trickling
■ stream below. The brier pipe that
! formed the circuit "between hand and
! lips sent up soft blue coils to float
away on the drizzle.
She passed behind him, with a sin
gle furtive, curious glance at his hand
some. undisturbed profile, and in that
glance recognized him as tbe man she
had seen the day before.
When she was a dozen rods away,
the tall man turned his face from the
stream and sent after her tbe long
J restrained look. There was something
akin to cautiousness in that look of
his, as if he were afraid that she
might turn her head suddenly and
catch him at it. Something began
stirring in his heart, the nameless
something that awakens when least
expected. He felt the subtle, sweet
. femininity of her as she passed. It
, lingered with him as he looked.
, She turned the bend in the road a
I hundred yards away. For many mln
' utes he studied the stream below
without really seeing it. Then he
straightened up, knocked the ashes
from his pipe, and set off slowly in
her wake, although he had been walk
ing in quite the opposite direction
when he came to the bridge—and on
! a mission of some consequence, too.
There was the chance that he would
i meet her coming back.
..
CHAPTER VII.
A Faithful Crayon-Point.
Leslie Wrandall came out on the
j eleven-thirty. Hetty was at the station
with the motor, a sullen resentment
in her heart, but a welcoming smile
| on her lips. The sun shone brightly.
The sound glared with the white of re
flected skies.
"I thought of catching the eight
} o'clock," he cried enthusiastically, as
he dropped his bag beside the motor
r in order to reach over and shake
j hands with her. “That would have
gotten me here hours earlier. The dif
ficulty was that I didn’t think of the
eight o’clock until I awoke at nine.”
“And then tyou had the additional
task of thinking about breakfast,”
said Hetty, but without a trace of sar
! casm in her manner,
j “I never think of breakfast,” said
he amiably. “I merely eat it Of
course, it’s a task to eat it^sometimes,
but—well, how are you? How do you
iike it out here?”
He was beside her on the broad
. seat, his face beaming, his gay little
mustache pointing upward at the ends
like oblique brown exclamation points,
| so expansive was his smile.
“I adore it” she replied, her own
smile growing in response to his. It
was impossible to resist the good na
ture of him. She could not dislike
him. even though she dreaded him
deep down in her heart Her blood
was hot and cold by turns when she
was with him, aB her mind opened and
] shut to thoughts pleasant and unpleas
ant with something of the regularity
! of a fish's gills in breathing.
•’When I get to heaven I mean to
' have a place in the country the year
round,” he said conclusively.
“And if you don’t get to heaven?”
“I suppose I’ll take a furnished flat
somewhere.”
| Sara was waiting for them at the
: bottom of the terrace as they drove
up. He leaped out and kissed her
! hand.
“Much obliged,” he murmured, with
| a slight twist of his head in the direc
tion of Hetty, who was giving orders
to the chauffeur.
“You’re quite welcome," said Sara,
with a smile of understanding. “She’s
j lovely, isn’t she?”
“Enchanting!” said he, almost too
I loudly.
Hetty walked up the long ascent
ahead of them. She did not have to
i look back to know that they were
; watching her with unfaltering interest
She could feel their gate.
"Absolutely adorable,” he added, en
larging his estimate without really be
j ing aware that he voiced it
Sara shot a look at his rapt face,
and turned her own away to hide the
j queer little smile that flickered briefiy
; and died away.
Hetty, pleading a sudden headache,
declined to accompany them later on
; in the day when they set forth in the
| car to "pick up” Brandon Booth at the
; inn. They were to bring him over,
| bag and baggage, to stay till Tuesday.
> "He will be wild to paint her,” de
clared Leslie when they were out of
sight around the bend in the road. He
had waved his hat to Hetty just be
fore the trees shut off their view of
her. She wae standing at the top of
the steps beside one of the tall Italian
vases.
“I’ve never seen such eyes,” he ex
claimed.
“She's a darling.” said Sara and
changed the subject, knowing full well
that he would come back to it before
long.
"I’m mad about her,” he said sim
ply, and then, for some unaccountable
reason, gave over being loquacious
and lapsed into a state of almost
lugubrious quiet.
She glanced at his face, furtively
at first, as if uncertain of his mood,
then with a prolonged stare that was
frankly curious and amuBed.
“Don’t lose your head. Leslie," she
said softly, almost purringly.
He started. “Oh, I say, Sara, I*m
not likely to—”
“Stranger things have happened."
she interrupted, with a shake of her
head. “I can’t afford to have you
making love to her and getting tired
of the game, as you always do, dear
boy, just as soon as you find she's
in love with you. She is too dear to
be hurt in that way. You mustn’t—"
“Good Lord!" he cried; “what a
bounder yon moat take me tori Why,,
if I thought she’d— But nonsense:
Let’s talk about something elpa.
Yourself, for Instance.**
She leaned back with a smile on
her lips, but not in her eyes; and
drew a long,' deep breath. He was
hard hit. That was what she wanted
to know.
They found Booth at the inn. He
was sitting on the old-fashioned porch,
surrounded by bags and boys. As he
climbed into the car after the bags,
the boys grinned and jingled the coins
in their pockets and ventured, almost
in unison, the intelligence that they
would all be there If he ever came
back again. Big and little, they had
transported his easel and canvasses
from place to place for three weeks
or more and his departure was to be
regarded as a financial calamity.
Leslie, perhaps in the desire to be
alone with his reflections, sat forward
with the chauffeur, and paid little or
no heed to the unhappy person’s com
ments on the vile condition of all vil
lage thoroughfares, New York city in
cluded.
"And you painted those wretched
little boys instead of the beautiful
things that nature provides for us out
here, Mr. Booth?" Sara was saying
to the artist beside her.
“Of course I managed to get a bit >
“Enchanting!" Said He, Almost Too
Loudly.
of nature, even at that,” said he, with
a smile. “Boys are pretty close to
earth, you know. To be perfectly hon
est, I did it in order to get away from
the eminently beautiful but unnatural
things I'm required to paint at home.”
“I suppose we will see you at the
Wrandall place this summer.”
“I’m coming out to paint Leslie’s
sister in June, I believe. And that
reminds me, I came upon an uncom
monly pretty girl not far from your
place the other day—and yesterday,
as well—some one I’ve met before, un
less I’m vastly mistaken. I wonder
if you know your neighbors well
enough—by sight, at least—to venture
a good guess as to who I mean.”
She appeared thoughtful.
“Oh. there are dozens of pretty ]
girls in the neighborhood. Can’t you j
remember where you met—” She
stopped suddenly, a swift look of ap
prehension in her eyes.
He failed to note the look or the
broken sentence. He was searching
in his coat pocket for something. Se
lecting a letter from the middle of a
small pocket, he held it out to her.
“I sketched this from memory. She
posed all too briefly for me,” he said.
On the back of the envelope was a
remarkably good likeness of Hetty
Castleton, done broadly, sketchily,
with a crayon point, evidently drawn
with haste while the impression was :
fresh, but long after she had passed .
out of range of his vision.
"I know her,” said Sara quietly.
“It’s very clever. Mr. Booth."
“There is something hauntingly fa
miliar about it.” he went on. looking
at the sketch with a frown of perplex- i
lty. "I’ve seen her somewhere, but
for the life of me I can’t place her.
Perhaps In a crowded street, or the
theater, or a railway train—just a
fleeting glimpse, you know. But In
any event I got a lasting impression.
Queer things like that happen, don’t
you think so?”
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and
spoke to Leslie. As he turned, she
handed him the envelope, without
"comment.
"Great Scott!” he exclaimed.
“Mr. Booth is a mind reader," she
explained. “He has been reading
your thoughts, dear boy.”
Booth understood, and grinned.
"You don’t mean to say—” began
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. “Upon my word, it's a
wonderful likeness, old chap. I didn’t
know you’d ever met her.”
"Met her?” cried Booth, an amiable
conspirator. "I’ve never met her.”
“See here, don’t try anything like
that on me. How could you do this
if you’ve never seen—”
“He is a mind reader,” cried Sara.
"Haven’t you been thinking of her
steadily for—well, we’ll say ten min
utes?” demanded Booth.
Leslie reddened. “Nonsense!"
“That’s a mental telepathy sketch,”
said the artist, complacently.
“WTien did you do that?"
“This instant, you might say. See!
Here is the crayon point. I always
carry one around with me for just
6uch—”
"All right,” said Leslie blandly, at
the same time putting the envelope in
his own pocket; "we’ll let it go at
that. If you're so clever at mind pic
tures you can go to work and make
another for yourself. I mean to keep
this one.”
"I say,” began Booth, dismayed.
“One’s thoughts are his own,” said
the happy possessor of the 6ketch. He
turned his back on them.
Sara was contrite. “He will never
give it up,” she lamented.
"Is he really hard hit?” asked Booth
in surprise. ,
“I wonder,” mused Sara
“Of course he’s welcome to the
sketch, confound him.”
"Would you like to paint her?”
“Is this a commission?”
"Hardly. I know her, that's all.
She is a very dear friend.”
“My heart is set on painting some
one elsp, Mrs. Wrandall."
“Oh!”
“When I know you better I’ll tell
you who she is.”
“Could you make a sketch of this
other one from memory?” she asked
lightly.
“I think so. I’ll 6how you one this
evening. I have my trusty crayon
about me always, as I said before.”
Later in the afternoon Booth came
face to face with Hetty. He was de
scending the stairs and met her com
ing up. The sun streamed in through
the tall windows at the turn in the
stairs, shining full in her uplifted face
as she approached him from below.
He could not repress the start of
amazement. She was carrying a box
of roses in her arms—red roses whose
stems protruded far beyond the end
of the pasteboard box and reeked of
a fragrant dampness.
She gave him a shy. startled smile
as she passed. He had stopped to
make room for her on the turn. Some
what dazed, he continued on his way
down the steps, to suddenly remember
with a twinge of dismay that he had
not returned her polite smile, but had
stared at her. with most unblinking
fervor. In no little shame and em
barrassment he sent a swift glance
over his shoulder. She was walking j
clo6e to the banister rail on the floor
above. As he glanced up their eyes
met, for she too had turned to peer.
Leslie Wrandall was standing near |
the foot of the stairs. There was an j
eager, exalted look in his face that j
slowly gave way to well-assumed un- ■
concern as his friend came upon him
and grasped his arm.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ALMOST PERFECT IN SfSTEM
Modern Hotel a Wonderful Improve
ment Over Ita Predecessor of Only
a Few Years Ago.
“It is wonderful to appreciate tho
difference in hotel systems of today
and 15 years ago. And still, with all
tho conveniences that are offered to
guests at practically the same rates,
there is the man who finds fault.
"Today guests have telephones in
their rooms, whereas several years
ago they had anything from a cow
bell to a row of brass checks operat
ed with a cord.
"At the old Gohson bouse, about
twelve yean ago, we Installed a de
vice for lessening labor which was
called a teleseme. It was a sort of
punch button affair which waa sup
posed to signal for anything from a
San Francisco newspaper to a bag of
peanuts. Ton'd push the button so
many tlmee and different lights would
bob up on the board In the office after
the clerk had released the indicator.
"One day I pulled out the indicator'
on a certain room and the lights
flared up. The signal showed a very
difficult drink and I hastened to notify
the cafe.
"A boy took the drink'upstairs, but
could find no one. After a little In
vestigation we found the room had
not been occupied for two weeks and
that the signal had been given when
a maid bad pushed the had against
the room button.
I
"Another device was the old cord j
in the room at the Grand hotel. A
certain number of pulls would release j
brass checks on which was scheduled '
the desire of the guest. Whenever a
pull came on this indicator it sounded
as though some one had dropped a
couple of hundred brass checks on a
marble floor.
“This affair was a nuisance, for we
got to sending ice water to a room
every time it worked. Many times a
guest would receive three or four
pitchers of water.
“Then some one came along and
put In the telephone for hotels. The
modern day hotel is a wonderful In
stitution compared with that of but a
few years ago.”—Cincinnati Com
dal Tribune.
Legal Tangle.
The day was drawing to a close
Judge, jurors, witnesses and lawyers
were growing weary, says the Theoso
phi cal Path. Finally the counsel for
the prosecution rose to examine the
defendant
“Exactly how ter Is it between the
two towns." asked the lawyer. In a
weary voice.
The defendant yawned, and replied:
"About four miles ss the cry flows."
"No doubt" said the man of law,
“you mean as the flow cries."
The judge leaned forward. “No," he
remarked, suavely, “he means as the
fly crows."
Then all three looked at one an
other, feeling that something was
wrong somewhert
MIS. LYON’S
ACHES AND PAINS
Have All Gone Since Taking
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg
etable Compound.
Terre Hill, Pa.—“Kindly permit me
to cive vou mv testimonial in fav«» of
Lydia E. Pinkham'a
Vegetable Com
pound. When I first
began taking it I
was suffering from
female troubles for
some time and had
almost all kinds of
aches—pains in low
er part of back and
in sides, and press
ing down pains. I
could not sleep and
had no appetite. Since I have taken
Lydia E. Pinkham’a Vegetable Com
pound the aches and pains are all gone
and I feel like a new woman. I cannot
praise your medicine too highly.' ’—Mrs.
Augustus Lyon, Terre Hill, Pa.
It is true that nature and a woman’s
work nas produced the grandest remedy
for woman’s ills that the world has
ever known. From the roots and
herbs of the field, Lydia E. Pinkham,
forty years ago, gave to womankind
; a remedy for their peculiar ills which
has proved more efficacious than any
i other combination of drugs ever com
; pounded, and today Lydia E. Pinkham’s
j Vegetable Compound is recognized
from coast to coast as the standard
remedy for woman’s ills.
In the Pinkham Laboratory at Lynn,
Mass., are files containing hundreds of
thousands of letters from women seek
; ing health — many of them openly shite
over their own signatures that they ha ve
regained their health by taking Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound;
' and in some cases that it has saved them
from surgical operations.
—
w«i the yield ol WHEAT I
on~ many farms in ' ')A
* J Western Canada in '/ri
1913, some yields m
being reported ns j]
high as 50 bushels J
per acre. As high I e.
as 100 bushels were #» j
_I recorded in some flag
districts for oats,
50 bushels for barley and O',
from 10 to 20 bus. for flax. jf_«■
J. Keys arrived in the
country 5 years ago from BT.,
Denmark with very little It—
means. He homesteaded. It* •
worked hard, is now the l&T
owner of 320 acres of land. :Tv!
in 1913 had a crop of 200
acres, which will realize him
about $4,000. His wheat
weighed 68 lbs. to the bushel sj
and averaged over 35 bushels w
to the acre. |,
Thousands of similar In- iP
J stances might be related of the
homesteaders in Manitoba, Sas- it
katchewan and Alberta. t
The crop of 1913 was an abun- -I
dant one everywhere in Western J
I Canada. 1
Ask for descriptive literature and '
reduced railway rates. Apply to *
Superintendent of Immigration,
Ottawa. Canada, or
W. V.BENNETT,
Bee Building, Omaha, Neb,
Canadian Government Agent
DEFIANCE STARCH
is constantly growing in favor because it
Does Not Stick to the Iron
and it will not injure the finest fabric For
laundry purposes it has no equal. 16 or.
package 10c. 1-3 more starch for same me ney.
DEFIANCE STARCH CO., Omaha. Nebraska
DAISY FLY KILLER »*:
flies. Neat, clean, or
namental. convenient
cheap. Lasts all
season. Made of
metal, can'tspill or tip
over, will not e>II or
1njure anyth 1ng.
Guaranteed effective.
AM dealersor6sent
HAROLD 8OXERS, 150 DeRilb Av«.. Brooklyn. H T.
rni\i\bn o
HAIR BALSAM
A toilet preparation of merit.
Helps to eradicate dandrutf.
For Restoring Color and
Beauty to Gray or Faded Hair.
60c. and $1.00 at Druggista.
1,000 80MESEEIERS WATTED
ley land; greatest inducements ever offered to tho*e
who buy for future home®. Cheap lumber forb->me*»:
lone work at fair wages. Hi*preservatives wanted
everywhere. Trinity V alley Land Co.. Trinity, lex.
STOP—LOOK—RE AD i! arn‘< *Ti
necklaces 49c, sterling silver stieKpins 15c, penknives
49c. gold tilled penknives "4c. gold tilled pencils .loo
M. A. TAYLOR COII’AAT, «« HALL sTRKKT, AkH Tottt « ITT
W. N. U., OMAHA, NO. 23-1914.
Nebraska Directory
DOCTORS
MACH & MACH
DENTISTS
3rd Floor Patton Eiloclc
116th 4 Farnam Sts. .0 maha
Best equipped Dental OlBree
in Omaha. Reasonable price*.
Special discount to all people
living ouuide of Omaha.
BLISS * WELLMAN
Live Stock Commission Merchants
254-256 Exchange liulldinp, South Ouaaba
Ail stock consigned to ns Is sold by members of tbw
firm, and all employees hare been selectee and
trained for the work which they do. Wrlt*-»h«M»-«kip»
VAHAV and supplies. Largest
|\ w UMIV house in the west. All
ClillCUIIIiS Eaitmanpoods. Wepnyre
|l 111 dll Hill turn postage on flnisliing.
THE ROBERT DEMPSTER CO.. 1813 Famam Street
Eastman Kodak Co. Omaha. Nab.
THEPAXTONlUi
Rooms from 11.00 up single, 75 cents up double.
CAVE PRICES REASONABLE
Anti-Hog Cholera Serum
Bare your hog. by Immunizing them against
cholera for life. Largest producers and distrib
utors of serum in the world. Hogs can be iiu
muued at a eery low cost. Write or wire for
information. MASON 8. PETERS 6£Rm
COMPANY, 2512 O STREET, SOUTH OMAHA
^BOWLES
LIVE STOCK COMMISSION COMPANY
SOUTH OMAHA—CHICAGO—KANSAS CITY
kzood Sales—Satisfactory Fills—Prompt
Returns — Order Buying a Specialty.
Some direct to this store When TOO npbd .laaaae
GLOBE OPTICAL CO.
Northeast corner 16th and
Ftrnam Sts.. Omaha, Nebr.
Bstabllshed 17 years. Mali os
your broken glasses, will re
pair and return the same day.
WORMS KILL PIGS m
>n your feed. Diamond W. Worm Bxpeller and
diamond W. Hog Tonic wtllpoaitively remove tbe
forms and pat yoar bogs In fine condition Tell vs
many bogs yon have and average weight and »•
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