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and t*"* far to her wt ff*n*a Mr*
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CHAPTER IX.—Cent cued.
«u rojtir.f out on an evening
train Booth n commenting on this,
mg* r. *e marked a sharp change In Het
•f's eiann-r They had been convers
ing somewhat botsyantly up to the mo
ment be am tied Leslie * impending
v sit tc a fash her manner changed
A fWicic bat unmistakable frown suc
ceeded L»r smile* and for some rea
son she suddenly relapsed into a state
of reserve that was little short of sul
len lie was puzzled as he had been
before.
The day was hot Sara volunteered
to take him tense in the motor An
errand in the village was the excuse
she gave for riding over with him
H re* of ore she "had sent him over
alone with the chauffeur
dfce looked very handsome, very
tempting, a* she came down to the
car
-Br Jove " he said to himself, " she
ts wonderful**
H* handed her into the car with the
grace of a courtier and she smiled
Jpoa him serenely, as a princess might
have souled in the days when knight
hood waa In flower
When she aat him down at fcia little
garden gate, he put the question that
bad been seething is t.s mind all the
way down the shady stretch they had
traversed
Have you ever seen Hetty Glynn,
the English actress***
Sara was always prepared She knew
the question would come when least
expected
Ob. yea “ she replied, with Inter
*k "Have you noticed the resem
btaoce* They are as like as two peas
la a pod Isn’t it extraordinary***.
He was a bit staggered 1 have
never sees Hetty Glynn *’ he replied
"Oh? Tan have seen photographs
at her*” she inquired casually.
•What ha* become of her** he ask
ed. ignoring b-r question I* ahe still
uo the stage**
"Heaven kgows." she replied lightly
"Mia* < astietoc and 1 were (peaking
uf her last night We were together
tb* last time 1 saw her Who knows*
She may have married into the nobili
ty by this time She waa a very poor
wtreu. bat the loveliest thing in the
world—excepting our Hetty, of
U be could have seen the troubled
look In her eyes as she waa whirled
tt ta the village, he might not have
gone about the cottage with such a
bk'bcaMse air He was happier than
be bad been in days, and ail because of
Hetty Glynn’
Leslie Wrmndall did not arrive by
.be evening tram He telephoned late
M the afternoon, no* to Hetty but to
Harm to say that be was unavoidably
detained and would not leave Sew
York until the text iz.orr .ng Some
thing in hit voice in his manner ol
apeak t.g distil'bed her *he went to
-H*e AM Tommy-Mot.” He Growled.
tod that bight with taro source* of ud
aasiorsi threaten in* her peace o
toad She seen tec peril
The motor met him at the atatioi
and Sara «u sailing for him in thi
«H, a swing-covered verandah aa t)<
drove ap There »u n sailen. diseat
hltd kmh ta hi* face. She eras stretch
•d out comfortably, iaxily. In a grea
tonetoto. her black little alipperi
pr+pint out at him srith perfect aban
-to**- be said shortly. She gav<
him her hand. "Sorry I couldn't ge
00 ia,; n-ght " He shook her ham
rather unsrncmtoly.
We missrf yen." she said. "Pull B|
• hair 1 was never so la*y as nos
{war me. I am afraid HI «et stout am
greos*
j “Spring fever," he announced. He
was plainly out of sort*. "Ill stand, if
you don't mind. Beastly tiresome, sit
ting :n a hot. stuffy train.”
He took a couple of turns across the
. porch, his eyes shifting in the eager,
annoyed manner of one who seeks for
something that, in the correct order of
things, ought to be plainly visible.
"Please sit down, Leslie. You make
- me nervous, tramping about like that,
i We can't go in for half an hour or
( more."
• ”Can't go in?" he demanded, stop
: ping before her. He began to pull at
his little moustache.
“N'o Hetty's posing. They won’t
permit even me to disturb them.”
He glared. With a Anal, almost dra
matic twist he gave over jerking at
his moustache, and grabbed up a chair,
which he put down beside her with a
vehemance that spoke plainer than
1 words. '
1 say. he began, scowling in the
, direction of the dorrway. "how long is
he going to be at this silly Job?”
“Silly job? Why. it is to be a mas
| lerpiece." she cried.
“I asked you how long?"
'Oh. how can I tell? Weeks, per
haps One can't prod a genius."
'It's all tommy-rot,” he growled.
"I suppose I'd better take the next
train back to town."
' Don't you like talking with me?”
, si e inquired, with a pout.
"Of course I do." he made haste to
say "But do you mean to say they
won't let anybody in where— Oh, I
say! This is rich'”
Spectators upset the muse, or
words to that effect."
He stand gloomily at his cigarette
j case for a momeut. Then he carefully
aele* 'ed a cigarette and tapped it on
the back of his band.
"See here, Sara. I’m going to get
this off my chest.” he said bluntly.
'I've be.-n thinking it over all week.
, 1 don't like this portrait rainting non
sense "
"Dear me' Didn't you suggest it?”
■he inquired innocently, bnt all the
time her heart was beating violent
time to the song of triumph.
He was jealous. It was what she
wanted, what she had hoped for all
along. Her purpose now was to en
courage the ugly flame that tortured
him. to fan it into fury, to make it un
• endurable. She knewr him well: His
supreme egoism could not withstand
an attack upon its complacency. Like
all the Wrandalls, he had the habit
of thinking too well of himself. He
possessed a clearly-defined sense of
humor, but it did not begin to include
elf-sacrifice among its endowments.
He had never been able to laugh at
himself for the excellent reason that
some things were truly sacred to him.
She realized this, and promptly
laughed at him. He stiffened.
' Don't snicker, Sara." he growled.
He took time to light his cigarette, and
at the same time to consider his an
swer to her question. “In a way, yes.
I suggested a tort of portrait, of
i course A sketchy thing, something
like that, you know. But not an all
summer operation.”
“But she doesn't mind.” explained
Sara. “In fact, she is enjoying it She
and Mr. Booth get on famously to
gether."
"She likes him. eh?"
"Certainly. Why shouldn’t she like
him? He is adorable."
He threw his cigarette over the rail
ing. "Comes here every day, I sup
pose?"
"My dear Leslie, he Is to do me as
soon as he has finished with her. 1
don't like your manner.”
"Oh." he said In a dull sort of won
der No one had ever cut him short
in just that way before. “What’s up.
I Sara’ Have 1 done anything out of
the way?"
i on are very loucny. u seems to
me”
"I'm sore about this confounded por
trait monopoly.”
'in sorry, Leslie. I suppose you
■ ill have to give in, however. We are
‘ * hree to one against you—Hetty, Mr.
Ilooth snd I.”
I see,” he said, rather blankly.
Then he drew his chair closer. “See
here Sara, you know I'm terribly keen
?bo«it her. I think about her, I dream
about her, I— oh well, here it is in a
nutshell: I’m in love with her. Now
do you understand?"
"I don't see how you could help be
rg in love with her,” she said calmly.
I believe It is a habit men have where
«he is concerned."
'You're cot surprised?" he cried,
himself surprised.
' Not in the least.”
“1 mean to ask her to marry me,”
he a&Dounced with finality. This was
intended to bowl her over completely.
She looked at him for an instant,
acd then shook her head. ‘Td like to
be able to wish you good lock.”
He stared. "You don't mean to say
she'd be fool enough—” he began in
j credulously, but caught himself up in
time. "Of course. I’d have to take my
i chances." t e concluded, with more hu
mility than she had ever seen him dis
play ' Do you know of any one else?”
"No.” she said seriously. “She doesn't
confide in me to that extent, I fear.
I've never asked."
"Do you think there was any one
| back there In England?” He put It
| In the past tense, so to speak, as If
i there could be no question about the
' present
“Oh, I dare say."
He was regaining his complacency.
' That's neither here nor there,” be
' declared. The thing 1 want you to do,
| Sara. Is to rush this confounded por
I trait I don't like the Idea, not a little
> bit"
• T don’t blame yon for being afraid
> of the attractivs Mr. Booth.” she said,
with s significant lifting of her eye
> brows.
‘Tib going to have it over with be
I fore 1 go up to town, my dear girl.” hs
, announced, la a msttarof fset way
i "I've given the whole situation a
deuce ot a lot of thought, and I've
made up my mind to do it. I'm not
| the sort, you know, to delay matters
; onge my mind's made up. By Jove.
Sara, you ought to be pleased. I’m
not such a rotten catch, if 1 do say It
who shouldn't.”
! She was perfectly still for a long
time, so still that she did not appear
to be breathing. Her eyes grew dark
er, more mysterious. If he had taken
the pains to notice, he would have seen
_that her fingers were rigid.
"I am pleased.” she said, very gently.
She could have shrieked the words.
How she hated all these smug Wran
dalls!
"I came to the decision yesterday.”
he went on, tapping the arm of the
! chair with his finger tips, as if timing
i his words with care and precision.
"Spoke to dad about it at lunch. I
was coming out on the five o'clock, as
I’d planned, but he seemed to think
I'd better talk it over with the mater
first. Not that she would be likely to
kick up a row, you know, but—well,
for policy’s sake. See what I mean?
Decent thing to do, you know. She
never quite got over the way you and
Chal stole a march on her. God knows
I'm not like Chal.”
Her eyes narrowed again. “No,” she
said, "you are not like your brother.”
"Chal was all right, mind you, in
what he did.” he added hastily, noting
the look. “I would do the same, 'pon
ray soul I would, if there were any
senseless objections raised in my
case. But, of couse, It was right for
me to talk it over with her, just the
same. So I stayed in and gave them
all the chance to say what they
thought of me—and, incidentally, of
Hetty. Quite the decent thing, don't
you think? A fellow’s mother is his
mother, after all. See what I mean?”
nTTTTT" J . ■> 3
He Blinked In Astonishment.
“She is quite satisfied, then, that
you are not throwing yourself away on
Miss £astleton,” said Sara, with a
deep breath, which he mistook for a
sigh.
“Oh, trust mother to nose into
things. She knows Miss Castleton’s
pedigree from the ground up. There’s
Debrett, you see. What’s more, you
can’t fool her in a pinch. She knows
blood when she sees It Father hasn’t
the same sense of proportion, however.
He says you never can tell."
Sara was startled. “What do you
mean?"
un, us noining to speas oi, uniy a
way he has of grinding mother once
in a while. He uses you as an exam
ple to prove that you never can tell,
and mother has to admit that he’s
right. You have upset every one of
her pet theories. She sees it now. but
—whew! She couldn't see it in the
old days, could she?"
"I fear not,” said she In a low voice.
Her eyes smouldered. ‘It is quite nat
ural that she should not want you to
make the mistake your brother made."
•’Oh, please don't put it that way,
Sara. You make me feel like a con
founded prig, because that's what it
comes to, with them, don't you know.
And yet my attitude has always been
clear to them where you’re concerned.
I was strong for you from the begin
ning. All that silly rot about—”
"Please, please!" she burst out.
quivering all over.
"1 beg your pardon.” he stammered.
‘‘You—you know how I mean It, dear
girl."
“Please leave me out of It. Leslie,”
she said, collecting herself. After a mo
ment she went on calmly: “And so you
are going to marry my poor little Het
ty. and they are all pleased with the
arrangement.”
"If she’ll have me.” he said with a
wink, as if to say there wasn’t any
use doubting it. "They’re tickled to
death.”
“Vivian r
“Viv’s a snob. She says Hetty’s
much too good for me. blood and bone.
What business. Bays she, has a Wran
dall aspiring to the descendant of
Henry the Eighth!"
“What!"
"The Morgatroyds go back to old
Henry, straight as a plummet 'Gad,
what Vlvvy doesn’t know about Brit
ish aristocracy isn't worth knowing.
She looked it up the time they tried to
convince her she ought to marry the
duke. But she's fond of Hetty. She
says she's a darling. She's right:
Hetty is too good for me.”
Sara swished her gown about and
rose gracefully from the chaise
longue. Extending her hand to him
she said, and he was never to forget
the deep thrill In her voice:
"Well, I wish you good luck, Leslie.
Don’t take no for an answer.”
"Lord, if she should say no.” he
gasped, confronted by the possibility
of such stupidity on Hetty’a part.
"You don’t think she will?"
Her answer was a smile of doubt,
the effect of which was to destroy his
tranquility for hours.
j "It Is time for luncheon. 1 suppose
well have to interrupt them. Perhaps
it is just as well, for your sake." she
said tauntingly.
He grinned, but it was a sickly ef
fort.
"You're the one to spoil anything of
that sort," he said, with some as
cerbity. . I
j ^
"Certainly.” he said with so much
meaning in the word that she flushed.
Hetty and Booth came into view at
that instant. The painter was laying
a soft, filmy scarf over the girl’s bare
i shoulders as he followed close behind
j her.
"Hello!" he cried, catching sight of
Wrandall. “Train late, old chap’
I We’ve been expecting you for the last
j hour. How are you?”
He came up with a frank, genuine
smile of pleasure on his lips, his hand
| extended. Leslie rose to the occasion.
His self-esteem was larger than his
grievance. He shook Booth’s hand
heartily, almost exuberantly.
"Didn’t want to di6turb you. Bran
I dy,” he cried, cheerily. "Besides, Sara
I wouldn’t let me.’’ He then passed on
, to Hetty, who had lagged behind.
Bending low over her hand, he said
something commonplace in a very low
tone, at the same time looking slyly
out of the corner of his eye to see if
iiooin wus laKing u ail in. nnaing
that his friend was regarding him rath
j er fixedly, he obeyed a sudden impulse
| and raised the girl's slim hand to his
! lipe. As suddenly he released her fin
I gers and straightened up with a look
j of surprise in his eyes; he had dis
; tinctly heard th^ agitated catch in her
j throat. She was staring at her hand
; in a stupefied sort of way, bolding it
rigid before her eyes for a moment
. before thrusting it behind her back
i as if it were a thing to be shielded
| from all scrutiny save her.own.
•'You must not kies it again, Mr.
I Wrandall,” she said in a low, intense
i voice. Then she passed him by and
hurried up the stairs, without so much
; as a glance over her shoulder.
He blinked In astonishment. All of
a sudden there swept over him the
unique sensation of 6hyness—most
unique in him. He had never been
ashamed before in all his life. Xow
. he was curiously conscious of having
overstepped the bounds, and for the
first time to be shown his place by a
girl. This to him, who had no
scruples about boundary lines.
All through luncheon he was vola
tile and gay. There was a bright spot
1 in his cheek, however, that betrayed
him to Sara, who already suspected
the temper of his thoughts. He talked
aeroplaning without cessation, direct
1 ing most of hie conversation to Booth,
! yet thrilled with pleasure each time
; Hetty laughed at his sallies. He was
beginning to feel like a half-biked
schoolboy in her presence, a most de
plorable state of affairs he had to
admit
“If you hate the trains so much,
and your automobile is out of whack,
j why don't you try volplaning down
from the Metropolitan tower?" de
i manded Booth in response to his lugu
brious wail against the beastly luck
I of having to go about in railway
i coaches with a lot of red-eyed, nose
blowing people who hadn't got used
I to their spring underwear yet
"Sinister suggestion, I must say,”
i__1.1_j oir_ __4 v.__
UC CALIA1UJVU. A UU AAi UOt uv tWfcVI ‘V
| see my life blood scattered all over
: creation. But, speaking of volplaning,
} I’ve bad three lessons this week. Next
week Bronson says I’ll be flying like
a gull. ’Gad, it's wonderful. I've had
two tumbles, that’s all—little ones,
j of course—net result a barked knee
j and a peeled elbow.”
“Watch out you're not flying like
an angel before you get through with
it, Les.” cautioned the painter. "I see
that a well-known society leader In
Chicago was killed yesterday."
“Oh, I love the danger there Is In
! it." 6aid Wrandall carelessly. “That's
what gives zest to the sport”
"I love Jt, too,” said Hetty, her eyes
i agleam. “The glorious feel of the
| wind as #ou rush through it! And 1
: yet one seems to be standing perfect- j
! ly still In the air when one is half a
mile high and going fifty miles an j
1 hour. Oh, it is wonderful. Mr. Wran-,
dall.”
"I’y take you out in a week or two. j
Miss Castleton, if you'll tn>6t your- !
1 self with me.”
“I will go,” she announced promptly.
Booth frowned. "Better wait a
bit," he counseled. “Risky business.
Miss Castleton, flying about with
fledgelings."
“Oh, come now!" expostulated
Wrandall with some heat. "Don’t be
a wet blanket, old man."
*‘I was merely suggesting she'd bet
ter wait till you've got used to your
wings."
“Jimmy Van Wickle took his .wife I
with him the third time up,” said Les
lie, as If that were .the last word in
aeroplaning.
“It’s common report that she keeps
Jimmy level, no matter where she's
got him.” retorted Booth.
“I dare say Miss Castleton can
hold me level,” said Leslie, with a pro
found bow to her. “Can't you, Miss
Castleton?”
She smiled. “Oh, as for that, Mr.
Wrandall, I think we can all trust you
to cling pretty closely to your own
level.”
“Rather ambiguous, that,” he re
marked dubiously.
“She means you never get below it.
Leslie.” said Booth, enjoying himself
"Tbat's the one great principle In
aeroplaning,” said Wrandall, quick to
recover. “Vivian says IU break my
neck some day, bnt admits it will be
a heroic way of doing It. Mach nobler
than pitching out of an automobile or
catapulting over a horse's head in
Central park.” Ha paused for effect
before venturing his next conclusion.
“It most be Ineffably sublime, being
squashed—or is it squshed?—after a
drop of a mile or so, isn’t itT”
He looked to see Miss Caetleton
wince, and was somewhat dashed to
find that she was looking out o' the
window, quite oblivious to the peril
he was in figuratively for her special
consideration.
Booth was acutely reminded that
the term "prig” as applied to Leslie
was a misnomer; he hated the
thought of the other word, which re
flectively he rhymed with "pad."
It occurred to him early in the
course of this onesided discussion
that the hostess was making no ef
fort to take part in it, whether from
lack of interest or because of its friv
olous nature he was, of course un
able to determine. Later, he was
struck by the curious pallor of her
face, and the lack-luster expression
of her eyes. She seldom removed her
gaze from Wrandall’s face, and yet
there persisted in the observer’s
mind the rather uncanny impression
that she did not hear a word her
brother-in-law was saying. He, in
turn, took to watching her covertly.
At no time did her expression change.
For reasons of his own, he did not
attempt to draw her into the conver
sation, fascinated as he was by the
siuuy 01 mat ueauuiui, emouomess
face. Once he had the queer sensa
tion of feeling, rather than seeing, a
haunted look in her eyes, but he put
it down to fancy on his part.
And Leslie babied on in blissful
ignorance of, not to say disregard for,
this strange ghost at the feast, for,
to Booth's mind, the ghost of Challis
Wrandall was there.
Turning to Miss Castleton with a
significant look in his eyes, meant to
to call her attention to Mrs. Wrandall,
he was amazed to find that every ves
tige of color had gone from the girl s
face. She was listening to Wrandall
and replying in monosyllables, but
that she was aware of the other wom
an's abstraction was not for an in
stant to be doubted. Suddenly, after
a quick glance at Sara's face, she
looked squarely Into Booth's eyes, and
he saw in hers an expression of actual
concern, if not alarm.
Leslie was in the middle of a sen
tence when Sara laughed aloud, with
out excuse or reason. The next in
stant she was looking from one to the
other in a dazed sort of way, as if
coming out of a dream.
Wrandall turned scarlet. There had
been nothing in his remarks to call
for a laugh, he was quite sure of that
Flushing slightly, she murmured some
thing about having thought of an
amusing story, and begged him to
go on, she wouldn't be rude again.
He had little zest for continuing the
subject and sullenly disposed of it in
a word or two.
“What the devil was there to laugh
at. Brandy?” he demanded of his
friend after the women had left them
together on the porch a few minutes
later. Hetty had gone upstairs with
Mrs. Wrandall, her arm clasped tight
ly about the older woman's waist.
"I dare say she was thinking about
you falling a mile or two,” said Booth
pleasantly.
But he was perplexed.
CHAPTER X. ,
Man Proposes.
The young men cooled their heels
for an hour before word was brought
down to them that Mrs. Wrandall
begged to be excused for the after
noon on account of a severe head
ache. Miss Castleton was with her,
but would be down later on. Mean
while they were to make themselves
at home, and so on and so forth.
Booth took his departure, leaving
Leslie in sole possession of the porch.
He was restless, nervous, excited:
half-afraid to stay there and face Het
ty with the proposal he was deter
mined to make, and wholly afraid to j
forsake the porch and run the risk of
missing her altogether If she came
down as signified. Several things
disturbed him. One was Hetty's de- !
plorable failure to hang on his words ]
as he had fondly espected her to do;
and then there was that very disqui
eting laugh of Sara's. A hundred
times over he repeated to himself that
sickening question: "What the devil
was there to laugh at?" and no an
swer suggested itself. He was decid
edly cross about It.
Another hour passed. His heels
were quite cool by this time, but his
blood was boiling. This was a deuce
of a way to treat a fellow who had
gone to the trouble^ to come all the
way out in a stuffy train, by Jove, it
was! With considerable asperity he
rang for a servant and commanded
him to fetch a time table, and to be
quick about It, as there might be a
train leaving before he could get back
if it took him as long to find it as
it took other people Jo remember their
obligations! His sarcasm failed to
impress Murray, who said he thought
“What the Devii Was There to Laugh
at, Brandy?”
there was a schedule in Mrs. Wran
dall's room, and he'd get it as soon
as the way was clear, if Mr. Wrandail
didn't mind waiting.
“If I minded waiting,” snapped Les
lie. "I wouldn’t be here now.”
As the footman was leaving, Sara's
automobile whirled up to the porte
cochere.
"Who is going out, Murray?” he
called in surprise.
"Miss Castleton, sir. For the air,
sir.”
"The deuce you say!” gasped the;
harassed Mr. WrandalL It was a
pretty kettle of fish!
Hetty appeared a few minutes later,
attired for motoring.
”Oh. there you are,” she said, espy
ing him. "I am going for a spin.
Want to come along?”
He swallowed hard. The ends of
his mustache described a pair of ab
solutely horitontal exclamation!
points. "If you don't mind being en
cumbered,” he remarked sourly.
”1 don't in the least mind,” said 6be
sweetly.
"Where are you going?” he asked
without much enthusiasm. He wasn’t
to be caught appearing eager, not he
Besides, it wasn’t anything to be flip
pant about.
“Yonder,” she said, with a liberal
sweep of her arm. taking in the whole
landscape. “And be home in time to
dress for dinner," she added, as if to
relieve hifi mind.
“Good Lord!" he groaned, “do w»
have to eat again?”
“We have to dress for it, at least.”
she replied.
“I’ll go." he exclaimed, and ambled
off to secure a cap and coat.
“Sara has planned for a run to
Lenox tomorrow if it doesn't rain,"
she informed him on his return.
“Oh," he said, staring. “Booth gets
a day off on the portrait, then.”
“Being Sunday,” she smiled. "Wf '
knock off on Sundays and bank holi
days. But, after all. he doesn’t really
get a holiday. He Is to go with ue,
poor fellow.”
(TO BE SOXTIXCEP.)
.
HAD SOMETHING LEFT OVER
Senator Was Wondering Just How He
Would Employ the Remnant of
His Salary Left.
Senator John K. Shields of Tennes
see ie a homelover and likes his own
fireside better than the gilded glories
of a gaudy hostelry. On his big planta- j
tion out in his state he has a large,
colonial mansion surrounded by soy- i
eral hundred acres of fine land on j
which he pastures cattle, ponies and
goats.
But when he came to the capital
and sought to get a house suitable for
his lares and penates. he found it a
difficult task. An energetic real es
tate agent motored him and his wife
from one house to another, each time
the price rising skyward for the renL
Now. the senator receives $7,000 a
year, and if he pays out much for rent
he will have to be pretty economical
in his food and clothing.
So he and Mrs. Shields tramped
over houses of all kinds for days. At
last the agent got them cornered in a
lovely mansion big enough to house a
regiment and ornate enough to suit
the Shah of Persia. He took them
over it from top to bottom and at last
stood up before them In the handsome
library.
“What Is the rent?” asked the sena
tor, who was mightily pleased with the
place.
"Very reasonable,” replied the agent.
“Only $*.600 a year.”
Shis Ida want over to a win
dow and stood for a time in deep
thought.
“Well, sir, what is it that is puz- ;
zling you?” inquired the agent.
"Nothing much.” remarked Shields, ;
"I was only thinking what I would do ■
with the other five hundred of my sal
ary.”
—
She Was No Easy Mark.
Martha is seven, and has shown
more t^ian ordinary childlBh aversion
to learning lessons, being washed and
having curls made smooth and shiny,
and less than the average delight in
fairy-tales.
One day upon her return from Sun
day school she was questioned as to
what she had learned from her nice
teacher this time. She cried out with
flashing eyes and an indignant toss of |
her pretty head, "Why, mamma; my i
teacher told me today that story abrut
the Children of Israel walking across
the Red sea and not getting tbelr
selvee wet one single bit—and aba
ea-pected me to believe It!**
Tough Steak.
Cass Gilbert, the noted architect of
New York—the Woolworth Building Is
one of his creations—said of a recent
criticism of skyscrapers: “This criti
cism is not fair. It Is prejudiced.
Hence it will do more harm than good
—like the remark of the waiter. ‘Wait
er, confound it, this steak isn't tender
enough!’ ‘Not tender enough?’ the
waiter snarled. 'Aw, what do yon ex
pect. Do you want it to jump up and
hug and kins youT *
NOW WOMEN
AVOID
OPERATIONS
By Taking Lydia E. Pink
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Compound.
Cleveland, Ohio—“My left side
pained me so for several years that I
(•' 1 ^ exneetiwl tn have tn
ij undergo an opera
jj tion, but the first
. bottle I took of
I Lydia E. Pinkhara's
f Vegetable Com
| pound relieved me of
; the pains in my side
: and I continued its
|j use until I became
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from pains. I had
i - - —’ asKea several aoc
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thankful for such a good medicine and
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— Mrs. C. H. Griffith, 7305 Madison
Ave., Cleveland, Ohio.
Hanover, Pa. —“I suffered from fe
male trouble and the pains were so bad
at umes that I could not sit down. The
doctor advised a severe operation but
my husband got me Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound and I experienced
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like a new person and can do a hard
day’s work and not mind it. What jcy
an i happiness it is to be well once more.
I am always ready and willing to speak
a good word for the Compound. ”—Mrs.
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If there are any complications you
do not understand write to Lydia’ E.
Pinkhani Medicine Co. (confidential)
Lynn,Mass. Your letter will he opened,
read and answered by a woman and
hold in strict confidence.
I
Can quickly be overcome by
CARTERS LITTLE
LIVER PILLS.
Purely vegetable
—act surely and
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liver. Cure
Hiliousness,
Head
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CARTER'S)
• ITTLE
flVER
Spills.
l i. 4. - W
ness, and Indigestion. They do their duty,
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE.
Genuine must bear Signature
3 PARKER’S
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A toilet preparation of merit
Helps to erad irate dandrutT.
For Restoring Color and
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60c. and SLOP at Hrucyists.
Confidential.
The dull routine of the day in tlie
bank was one day lightened by the
receipt of the following communica
tion:
“Dear Bank: What interust would
you give on a Depossit of 15 dollers?
What interust per annium and allso
(confidenshial) could my Husband
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is it the Law and that I would have to
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Yours with respeck.’'
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle ot
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy fot
Infants and children, and see that it
Sii
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
Accounting for Expense.
Redd—I understand that golf enthu
siasts in Massachusetts yearly spend
about $800,000 on the game.
Greene—Gee! They must put away
a lot of Scotch!
, Where the Adage Is True.
Gobang—I attended a spiritualistic
seance last night and the spirit of
my lather appeared.
Grymes—You should remember that
appearances are deceptive.
SHAKE INTO VOCK SHOES
Allen's Four Vase, the Antiseptic powder for Tired,
Tender, swollen, nervous feet, ‘.lives rest and
Comfort. Mukcstianclngadellght. Sold everywhere,
J&c. Jtorf't aic-'Pt «o|/ juhi/tfufr. For FUKB sam
ple, address Allen S. Olmsted, l,o Hoy, N'. V. Adv.
A young man who Imagines that
he has been called to preach the gos
pel may discover later that few peo
ple have been called to listen to him.
Don't be misled-. Ask for Red Cross
Hull Blue. Makes beautiful white clothes.
At all good grocers. Adv.
Among others, the forger appreci
ates a good name.
The Source of Uric Acid
Eating too much is a common habit that
does a lot of harm. Meat, especially, forms
uric acid and the constant 8 lteriDg of acid
laden blood weakens the kidneys. IJric acid
causes rheumatic and nervous trouble,
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to dropsy ami Bright's disease. Kidney
weakness gives early warnings, however,
such as backache and urinary disorders
and can be stopped by prompt treatment.
Use Doan's Kidney Pills, the best rec
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A Nebraska Case
my health was all
run down and I ,
dropped away to a
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Mrs. Martha Woods,
of 703 Tenth St.,
Aurora, Neb. “I
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and had terrible
pains throughout my i
body. Mornings I
felt all tired out and
my ankles and feet „
swelled. My blad- -
der was Inflamed}
and I was laid ini
C.VWTJ
Fitturt
T*Ut a
Sun"
bed for fourteen ^" i
weeks. Four or five boxes of Doan’a Kid
ney Pills cured =o and for five y ars I
haven t had one sign of the old trouble.’'
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