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CHARTER XI—Continued
"Tun do know It. don't you*" be
1—Cod known t don’t wnnt you to
lew me. I never meant that yon
should * ahe wan saying aa If to
Wrvetf
"I suppose Hi hopeless be said
dsmhiy as her voice trailed oE la a
Rklnpir
"res. it In utterly hopeless " she
earn, nod she was white to tbs lips.
~t—1 sha'P't nay anything more,
said be "Of course. 1 understand
bow U is There's some one else. Only
I want yen to know that I love you
• Ml aO my soul. Hetty I—I don't
one bow I'm going to get on without
yon But 1—1 won't distress you.
"There Mat anyone eta*. Brandon."
ehe said la a eery low voice Her Un
gers tightened oa hit in a sort of do
praUua "I know what von are think
lug H lent Leslie. It never can
ha Leslie ~
Thnd the*—" he stammered, the
bland surging back tote bu heart —
*Xs, no'" ahe cned. almost vehe
ment *1 can't let yon go on hoping,
k is wrong—an terribly wrong Tou
meet forget me. Too most
He aetiad her other hand and beld
them both firmly, masterfully
"Bee here, my—look at me. dearest!
h’bM la wrongT Tali me! You are
•shaggy Don't he afraid to tell me
Tun—yon de love mc*~
She drew a long breath through her
half-closed Kgs Her eyes darkened
with gala
'No I don't love yon Oh. I am
so sorry to have given yon—”
He was almost mdL.ni "Tell me
the truth.” be cried triumphantly
“Usnt bold any thing back, darling
tf the— Is anything troubling yon. let
me ■boulder It. I can—I will do any
thing M the world lor you. Listen
I knew there'a a mystery somewhere
I have fett it about you always,
have sewn it In your eyes. I have al
ways sensed i? stealing over me nbe*i
Tm with yon—this strange, bewilder
ing ataaosgbsre ot—**
Hows' You most not say anythin*
•vore,” she cried out. "1 cannot love
Km The— Is nothing more to he
Hut 1 know it non. Ton do love
•v I could shoot It to—" The mis
erable, whipped repression In her eyes
cheeked this onthn—i. He was struck
By is even dismayed. "My dearest
•aw. my leva.” be said, with infinite
fmsrrwrw. "shat la It* Tell me*"
. He mew her to turn His arm went
bbowi her shoulders 1 be unal 'hull
•*»—« Oar Vae Will Tall Me—Evary
i through hie value.
The wonderful
of bar! His j
mad vast whirl
Jfca aat tkwt very still sad lore
Mi nag, bar head to bar Ups. uttering
■i ward, scarcely brrathlag Ha wait
ed. He gave bar use After a little
white her bageea strayed to tbs crown
Of her IraipL rakish pans ms. They
to«ad tba sinnte hatpin and draw it
aat Ha awhlS as ba pushed the bat
Her hand stole upward and caressed
hts brown cheek and throat. Tears of
Joy started in his eyes—tears of ex
quisite delight.
"Good God. Hetty. I—I can't do
without you.' he whispered, shaken
by his passion. "Nothing can come
between us. 1 must have you always
like this."
* Che sara, sara,'* she sighed, like
the breath of the summer wind as
it sings In the trees.
The minutes passed and neither
spoke. His rapt gaze hung upon the
glossy crown that pressed against him
so gently. He could not see her eyes,
but somehow he felt they were tightly
shut, as if in pain.
"1 love you. Hetty. Nothing can
matter." he whispered at last. "TeH
me-srhat it is."
She lifted her head and gently with
drew herself from his embrace. He
did cot oppose her. noting the serious,
almost somber look in her eyes as she
turned to regard him steadfastly, an
unwavering integrity of purpose In
their depths
She had made up her mind to tell
h m a part of the truth. "Brandon. I am
Hetty Glynn."
He started, not so much In surprise
as at the abruptness with which she
made the announcement.
"I have been sure of it. dear, from
toe beginning,” lie said quietly.
Then her tongue was loosed. The
words rushed to her lips. “I was
Hmwkrlght's model for aix months.
I pawed for all those studies, and for
the big canvas In the academy. It
was either that or starvation. Oh.
jou will hate me—you must hate me.”
He laid bis hand on her hair, a
«aim smile on his lips. ”1' can't love
and hate at the same time," he said.
"There was nothing wrong In what
you die for llawkrigbt. I am a paint
er. you know. 1 understand. Does—
■lot* Mrs. Wrandall know all this?”
"Ves—everything. She knows and
understands. She is an angel, Bran
don. an angel from heaven. But," she
burst forth. ”1 am not altogether a
sham. I am the daughter of Colonel
Castleton. and 1 am cousin of all the
Murgatroyds—the poor relation. It
isn't ss if I were the scum of the
earth. Is It? I am a Castleton. My
father comes of a noble family. And,
Brandon, the only thing I've ever done
in my life that 1 am really ashamed
of is the deception 1 practiced on you
when you brought that magazine to
me and faced me with it. I did not
lie to you. I simply let you believe
1 was not the—the person you thought
1 was But I deceived you—"
"No, you did not deceive me," he
said gently. "I read the truth in your
dear eyes.”
"There are other things, too. 1 shall
not speak of them, except to repeat
that I have cot done anything else
In my life that I shonld be ashamed
of." Her eyes were burning with ear
nestness. He could not but understand
what she meant.
Again he stroked her hair. "1 am
sure of that.” he said.
"My mother was Kitty Glynn, the
actress My father, a younger son,
fell in love with her. They were mar
ned against tne wishes of his father,
who cut him ofT. He was in the serv
ice. and he was brave enough to stick.
They went to one of the South Afri
can garrisons, and I was born there.
Then to India. Then back to London,
where an aunt had died, leaving my
father quite a comfortable fortune.
But his old friends would have noth
ing to do with him. He had lived—
well, he had made life a hell for my
mot'icr in those frontier posts. He de
serted us in the end. after he had
squandered the fortune. My mother
made no effort to compel him to pro
vide for her or for me. She was
proud She was hurt. Today he Is
in ’ndia. still in the service,-ta mar
tinet with a record for bravery on
the field of battle that cannot be
taken from him. no matter what else
may befall. I bear from him once or
twice a year. That te all I can tell
you about him. My mother died three
years ago. after two years of Invalid
ism. During those years I tried to
repay her for the sacrifice she had
made in giving me the education,
the—’ She choked up for a second,
and then went bravely on. "Her old
manager made a place for me in one
of his companies. 1 took my mother's
name. Hetty Glynn, and—well, for a
,-euaon and a half I was in the chorus,
f could not stay there. I could not,”
she repeated w ith a shudder. "I gave
-t up after my mother's death. I was
lately well equipped for work as a
children's governeas, so 1 engaged my
self to--”
She stopped in dismay, for be was
laughing.
And now do you know what I think
of you. Miss Hetty Glynn?” he cried,
seizing her hands and regarding her
with a werlouB, steadfast gleam in hta
ej *a. “You are the pluckiest, sandiest
girt I've ever known. You are the
k.tid that heroines are made of. There
is nothing tn what you’ve told me that
couid in the least alter my regard for
you. except to Increase the love I
thought could be no stronger. Will
you marry me. Hetty?”
She jerked her hands away, and
held them clenched against her breast.
“No! 1 cannot. It la impossible,
Brandon. If I loved you less than I
do, I might say yes, but—no, it Is Im
possible.”
His eyes narrowed. A gray shadow
<rept over his face.
"There can be only one obstacle so
serious ss all that," he said slowly.
"You—you are already married."
"No!* she cried, lifting her pathetic
eyes to his. "It lan’t that Oh, please
be good to me! Don't ask me to say
anything more. Don't make It hard
lor me, Brandon. I love you—1 love
you. To be your wife would be the
most glorious—No. no! I must not
even think of It. I must put it out
of my mind. There is a barrier, dear
est. Ws cannot surmount it. Don’t
ask me to tell you. for I cannot. 1—1
am so happy in knowing that you love
me, and that you still love me after
I have told you how mean and shame
less 1 was in deceiving—■“
He drew her close and kissed her
full on the trembling Ups. She gasped
and closed her eyes, lying like one in
a swoon. Soft, moaning sounds came
from her lips. He could not help feel
ing a vast pity for her, she was so
gentle, eo miserably burt by some
thing he could not understand, but
knew to be monumental in its power
• to oppress.
"Listen, dearest,” he said, after a
long silence; “I understand this much,
at least: you can’t talk about it now.
Whatever it is. it hurts, and God
knows I don’t want to make it worse
for you in this hour when 1 am so
selfishly happy. Time will show us
the way. It can't be insurmountable.
Love always triumphs. I only ask
you to repeat those three little words,
and I will be content. Say them.”
”1 love you.” she murmured.
"There! You are mine! Three
little words bind you to me forever.
I will wait until the barrier is down.
Then I will take you.”
"The barrier grows stronger every
day," €he said, staring out beyond the
tree-tops at the scudding clouds. “It
never can be removed.’
“Some day you will tell me—every
thing?"
She hesitated long. “Yes, before
God. Brandon, I will tell you. Not now,
but—some day. Then you will see
why—why 1 cannot—” She could not
complete the sentence.
”1 don’t believe there is anything
you can tell me that will alter my
feelings toward you,” he said firmly.
"The barrier may be insurmountable,
but my love is everlasting.”
"I can only thank you, dear, and—
love you with all my wretched heart."
“You are not pledged to some one
else?”
"No.”
"Tliat’e all I want to know,” he said,
with a deep breath. “I thought it
might be—Leslie."
"No, no!” she cried out, and h#
caught a note of horror in her voice.
"Does he know this — this
thing you can’t tell me?” he demand
ed, a harsh note of jealousy in his
voice.
She looked at him, hurt by his tone.
"Sara knows.” she said. “There is
"She Doesn't Seem Especially Over
joyed to See Me.”
no one else. But you are not to ques
tion her. I demand it of you.”
“I will wait for you to tell me." he
said gently.
—
CHAPTER XII.
Sara Wrandall Finds the Truth.
Sara had kept the three Wrandalls
over for luncheon.
"My dear,” said Mrs. Redmond
Wrandall, as she stood before Hetty’s
portrait at the end of the long living
room. “I must say that Brandon has
succeeded in catching that lovely little
something that makes her so—what
shall I say?—so mysterious? Is that
what I want? The word is as elusive
as the expression.”
"Subtle is the word you want,
mother,” said Vivian, standing beside
Leslie, tall, slim and aristocratic, her
hands behind her back, bar manner
one of absolute indifference. Vivian
was more than handsome; she was
striking.
"There isn't anything subtle about
Hetty,” said Sara, with a laugh. "She's
quite ingenuous.”
Leslie was pulling at his mustache,
and frowning slightly. The sunburn
on his nose and forehead had begun
to peel off in chappy little flakes.
"Ripping likeness, though." was his
comment.
“Oh, perfect,” said his mother.
“Really wonderful. It will make Bran
don famous.”
"She’s so healthy-looklng,” said
Vivian.
"English," remarked Leslie, as if
that covered everything.
• Nonsense,” cried the elder Mrs.
Wrandall, lifting her lorgnette again.
“Pure, honest, unmlxed blood, that's
what it is. There is birth in that
girl's face."
“You’re always talking about birth,
mother," said her son sourly, as he
turned away.
“It’s a good thing to have," said his
mother with conviction.
“It's an easy thing to get In Amer
ica," said he, pulling out his cigarette
case.
It was then that Sara prevailed upon
them to stop for luncheon. “Hetty al
ways takes these long walks in the
morning, and she will be disappointed
if she finds you haven’t waited—” •
“Oh, as for that—” began Leslie and
stopped, but he could not have been
more lucid if he had uttered the sen
tence in full.
[ '“Why didn’t you pick her us sad
| bring her home with you?" asked Sara,
I as they moved off in the direction of
i the porch.
‘ She seemed to be taking Brandy
j out for his morning exercise," said he
• surlily. "Far be it from me to—
i Urnph!”
i Sara repressed the start of surprise.
She thought Hetty was alone.
"She will bring him in for luncheon,
I suppose," She said carelessly, al
1 though there was a slight contraction
| of the eyelids. "He is a privileged
; character."
It was long past the luncheon hour
I when Hetty came in, flushed and
warm. She was alone, and she had
I been walking rapidly.
“Oh, I’m sorry to be so late." she
apologized, darting a look of anxiety
at Sara. “We grew careless with
time. Am I shockingly late?"
She was shaking hands with Mrs.
Redmond Wrandall as she spoke. Les
lie and Vivian stood by, rigidly await
ing their turn. Neither appeared to
be eepecially cordial.
"What is the passing of an hour,
my dear.” said the old lady, “to one
who is young and can spare it?”
"I did not expect you—I mean to
say. nothing was said about luncheon,
was there, Sara?” She was in a
pretty state of confusion.
“No," said Leslie, breaking in; “we
butted in. that’s all. How are you?"
He clasped her hand and bent over it.
She was regarding him with slightly
dilated eyes. He misinterpreted the
steady scrutiny. “Oh, it will all peel
off in a day or two," he explained, go
ing a shade redder.
"When did you return?” she asked.
"I thought tomorrow was—”
"Leslie never has any tomorrows.
Miss Castleton,” explained Vivian.
“He alwayB does tomorrow's work
today. That’s why he never has any
troubles ahead of him.”
“What rot!" exclaimed Leslie.
“Where is Mr. Booth?" inquired
Sara. “Wouldn’t he come in. Hetty?”
"I—I didn’t think to ask him to
stop for luncheon.’ she replied, and
then hurried off to her room to make
herself presentable.
Hetty was in a state of nervous ex
citement during the luncheon. The
encounter with Booth had not resulted
at all as she had fancied it would. She
had betrayed herself in a most discon
certing manner, and now was more
deeply involved than ever before. She
had been determined at the outset,
ehe had failed, and now he had a
claim—an incontestable claim against
her. She found it difficult to meet
Sara’s steady, questioning gaze. She
wanted to be alone.
After luncheon, Leslie drew Sara
aside.
“I must say she doesn’t seem espe
cially overjoyed to see me.’’ he
growled. “She’s as cool as ice.”
“What do you expect, Leslie?” ehe
demanded with some asperity.
“I can’t stand this much longer,
Sara.” he said. “Don't you see how
things are going? She's losing her
heart to Booth.”
“I don't see how we can prevent
it”
“By gad. I’ll have another try at
it—tonight I say, has she said—any
thing?”
“She pities you,” she said, a ma
licious joy in her soul. “That's akin
to something else, you know.”
"Confound it all, I don’t want to be
pitied!”
“Then I’d advise you to defer your
‘try’ at it.” she remarked.
“I’m mad about her, Sara. I can’t
sleep, I can’t think, I can't—yes, I can
eat, but it doesn’t taste right to me.
I've just got to have it settled. Why,
people are beginning to notice the
change in me. They say all sorts of
things. About my liver, and all that
sort of thing. I'm going to settle it
tonight. It’s been nearly three weeks
now. She’e surely had time to think
it over; how much better everything
will be for her, and all that. She’s
no fool, Sara. And do you know what
Vivian's doing thfs very instant over
there in the corner? She's inviting
her to spend a fortnight over at our
place. If she comes—well, that means
the engagement will be announced at
once.”
Sara did not marvel at hie assur
ance in the face of what had gone be
fore. She knew him too well. In spite
of the original rebuff, he was thor
oughly satisfied in his own mind that
Hetty Castleton would not be such a
fool as to refuse him the second time.
“It is barely possible, Leslie.” she
said, “that she may consider Brandon
Booth quite ae good a catch as you,
and infinitely better looking at the
p/esent moment."
“It's this beastly sunburn," he la
mented. rubbing his nose gently, think
ing first of his person. An instant
later he was thinking of the other
half of the declaration. “That's Just
what I’ve been afraid of," he said. "I
told you what would happen if that
portrait nonsense went on forever. It's
your fault, Sara.”
“But I have reason to believe she
will not accept him, if it goes so far
as that. You are quite safe in that
direction."
“Qad, I'd hate to risk it,” he mut
tered. “I have a feeling she's in love
with him.”
Vivian approached. “Sara, you must
let me have Miss Castleton for the
first two weeks in July.” she said se
renely.
“I can’t do It, Vivian,” said the other
promptly. “I can't bear the thought
of being alone in this big old barn
of a place. Nice of you to want her,,
but—”
"Oh, don’t be selfish, Sara,” cried
Vivian.
“Tou don’t know how much I de
pend on her,” said Sara.
“I’d ask yon over, too, dear, if there
weren’t so many others coming. 1
don’t know where we’re going to put
them. You understand, don’t you?”
“Perfectly,” said her sister-in-law.
"But I’ve been counting on—Hetty."
"I say, Sara,” broke in Leslie, “you
; could go up to Bar Harbor with the
l Williamsons at that time. Tell her
about the invitation, Vivie.”
"It isn't necessary,” said Sara cold
ly. "I scarcely know the William
eons.” She hesitated an Instant and
then went on with sardonic dismay:
"They're in trade, you know.”
“That's nothing against ’em.” pro
tested he. “Awfully Jolly people—
really ripping. Ain’t they. Vlv?”
“I don't know them well enough to
say,” said Vivian, turning away “I
only know we're all snobs of the worst
sort.”
"Just a minute, Viv,” he called out.
"What does Miss Castleton say about
coming?” It was an eager question.
Much depended on the reply.
"I haven't asked her,” said his sis
ter succinctly. "How could I, without
first consulting Sara?”
"Then you don't intend to ask her?"
“Certainly not.”
After the Wrandalls had departed.
Sara took Hetty off to her room. The
girl knew what was coming.
"Hetty," said the older woman, fac
ing her after she had closed the door
of her boudoir, “what is going on be
tween you and Brandon Booth? I
must have the truth. Are you doing
anything foolish?”
“Foolish? Heaven help me, no!
It—it is a tragedy,” cried Hetty, meet
ing her gaze with one of utter despair.
' \\ hat has happened? Tell me!”
"What am I to do, Sara darling?
He—he has told me that he—he—”
"Loves you?”
”1^8.”
“And you have told him that his
love ie returned?"
”1 couldn’t help It. I was carried
away. I did not mean to let him see
that I—”
"You are such a novice in the busi
ness of love,” said Sara sneeringly.
"You are in the habit of being carried
away, I fear.”
"Oh, Sara!”
"You must put a stop to all this
at once. How can you think of marry
ing him, Hetty Glynn? Send him—”
"I do not intend to marry him,’’ said
the girl, suddenly calm and dignified.
"I am to draw but one conclusion,
I suppose,” said the other, regarding
the girl intently.
"What do you mean?”
"Is it necessary to ask that ques
tion?”
The puzzled expression remained in
the girl's eyes for a time, and then
slowly gave way to one of absolute
horror.
"How dare you suggest such a
thing?” she cried, turning pale, then I
crimson. "How dare you?”
Sara laughed shortly. "Isn’t the in- I
ference a natural one? You are for- j
getting yourself.”
"I understand,” said the girl, through |
pallid lips. Her eyes were dark with
pain and misery. “You think I am al-1
together bad.” She drooped percept- j
ibly.
"You went to Burton’s inn,” senten
tiously.
“But, Sara, you must believe me.
I did not know he was—married. For (
God's sake, do me the justice to—” I
"But you went there with him,” in- j
seated the other, her eyes hard as I
steel. "It doesn't matter whether he !
was married—or free. You went.”
Hetty threw herself upon her com- '
panion's breast and wound her strong !
arms about her.
"Sara. Sara, you must let me ex-1
plain—you must let me tell you every- !
thing. Don't stop me! You have re- j
fused to hear my plea—”
“And I still refuse:” cried Sara,
throwing her off angrily. "Good God.
do you think 1 will listen to you? If j
you utter another word, I will— \
strangle you!”
Hetty shrank back, terrified. Slowly j
she moved backward in the direction
of the door, never taking her eyes
from the impassioned face of her pro
tector.
"Don't. Sara, please don't!” she '
FELT SHE HAD BEEN FAMILIAR
Horrible Discovery by Mrs. Flint Had
Considerably Disturbed Her
Composure.
Ellen Terry, the famous English
actress, tells this story:
"Mrs. Flint came home from a caH
one day in such a disturbed condition
that it was evident thaf tears were
not far in the background. Her hus
band gazed at her inquiringly for a
moment but she made haste to ex
plain before be could advance any
questions.
“ ‘Will,’ said she. I am so morti
fied that I don’t know what to do!’
“‘What’s up. little one?’ Mr. Flint
inquired flippantly.
"‘I have just been calling on Mrs.
Boutelle. You know her husband.
Major Boutelle?’
" ’Yes.’
“ ‘Well, I just learned today that
"Major” Isn't his tittle at all. Major ’
is bis first name.’
“’Why. sure it Is. I've always
known that. What Is there so morti
fying about it?*
“ ’Nothing,' Mrs. Flint answered,
with a groan, ‘only that I’ve been
calling him "Major” every time I've
met him for the last six years!’”
Good Reason.
William J. Burns, at a banquet In
New York, told a number of detective
stories. "And then there was Lecoq,”
said Mr. Burns. ’ "Lecoq, late one
night, was pursuing bis homeward
way when, from a dark, mysterious
looking house set in a weed-grown
I garden, he heard loud shouts and
, roars of: Murder! Oh, heavens!
Help! You're killing me! Murder!'
• It was the work of an instant for
Lecoq to vault the crumbling fence,
tear through the weedy garden, and
thunder at the door of the mysterious
house.
' A young girl appeared.
‘"What's wanted'.” she asked ro
litely.
“ ‘I heard dreadful cries and yells,’
panted Lecoq. -Tell me what is
wrong!’
The young girl blushed and an
swered with an embarrassed air:
" Well. sir. if you must know, ma’s
putting a patch on pa’s trousers and
he's got 'em on.’ ”
Go Deeper for Plumbago.
In the plumbago district of Ceylon
the supply near the surface has been
practically exhausted, and the mine
owners in going deeper are confront
with the water problem, which they
now recognize means the installation
of modern maohineiy, including now
erful pumps. The picturesque wUl be
come a matter of memory, for buckets
and hand pumps operated by coolie la
bor will be discarded. Plumbago 1.
the most important mineral exI)0rt
from Ceylon, and more than half of
the total output comes to the United
States.
Each a Law Unto Himself
Men are like trees; each one must
pnt forth the leaf that is created In
him. Education Is only like good cul
ture; it changes the size but not the
sort—H. W. Beecher.
.. ' SL-. ■- , -■ • . ■ iv\
i begged. "Don’t look at me like that!
I promise—I promise. Forgive me! I
would not give you an instant's pain
for all the world. You would suffer,
you would—”
Sara suddenly put her hands over
her eyes. A single moan escaped her
Ups—a hoarse gasp of pain.
’’Dearest!" cried Hetty, springing to
her side. ,
Sara threw her head up and met her
with a cold, repelling look.
"Wait!" she commanded. “The time
has come when you should know what
Is in my mind, and has been for
months. It concerns you. I expect
you to marry Leslie Wrandall."
Hetty stopped short.
“How can you jest with me. Sara?"
she cried, suddenly indignant.
“I am not jesting.” said Sara lev
elly.
"You—you—really mean—what you
“If You Utter Another Word, I Will
Strangle You!”
have just said?" The puzzled look
gave way to one of revulsion. A great
shudder 6wept over her.
“Leslie Wrandall must pay his
brother's debt to you."
“My God!” fell from the girl’s stiff
lips. “You—you must be going mad—
mad! ”
Sara laughed softly. “I have meant
it almost from the beginning.” she
said. “It came to my mind the day
that Challis was buried. It has never
been out of it for an instant since that
day. Now you understand.”
If she expected Hetty to fall into
a fit of weeping, to collapse, to plead
with her for mercy, she was soon to
find herself mistaken. The girl
straightened up suddenly and met her
gaze with one in which there was the
fierce determination. Her eyes were
steady, her bosom heaved.
“And I have loved you so devotedly
—so blindly,” she said, in low tones
of 6corn. “You have been hating me
all these months while I thought you
were loving me. What a fool I have
been! I might have known. You
couldn't love me.”
"When Leslie asks you tonight to
marry him, you are to say that you
will do so,” said Sara, betraying no
sign of having heard the bitter words.
“I shall refuse, Sara.” said Hetty,
every vestige of color gone from her
face.
“There is an alternative," an
nounced the other deliberately.
“You will expose me to—him? To
his family?”
‘T shall turn you over to them, to
let them do what they will with you.
If you go ue his wife, the secret is
safe. If not. they may have you as
you really are. to destroy, to annihi
late. Take your choice, my dear."
"And you, Sara?” asked the girl qui
etly. "What explanation will you
have to ofTer for all these months of
protection?”
Her companion stared.' "Has the
prospect no terror for you?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Hadn't Tested Him.
“Is he a friend of yours?” “I don't
know. I've never tried to borrow inou
ey from him or asked him to get a
relative a job. "—Detroit Free Press.
TOP.. JWIf DRPGGIST WII.I. TEH. YOU
Try Murine fcye Remedy for Red. Weak W ilerr
^•yes and Granulated KyeUdx .No Smartinu
just Rye Comfon. Write for Book of Hie Kv«
mail tree. Murine K;e Remedy Co., CUiua«o!
Days of Grace.
"Say, have you forgotten that you
owe me 100 francs?”
“No. not yet; give me time!”
Ten smiles for a nickel. Always buy Red
Cross Ball Blue; have beautiful clear white
clothes. Adv.
The electric fan is more apt to keep
us cool than the baseball fan.
Experience Has
Taught You
that if you neglect the
Stomach, Liver and
Bowels you must pay
the penalty — that
means Sick Head
ache, Loss of Ap
petite, Indigestion,
Constipation, Cramps
and Biliousness. Be
wise, and resort to
HOSTETTER’S
STOMACH BITTERS I
promptly. It will help I
“sidetrack''such troubles. I
35 BUSHELS PER ACRE!
_ was the yield of WHEAT i
on many farms in
Western Canada in
1913, some yields
being reported as
high as SO bushels
per acre. As high
as 100 bushels were
_ recorded in some j
districts for oats, 1
SO bushels for barley and I
! from 10 to 20 bus. for flax. I
d J. Keys arrived in the ■»
country 5 years ago from If
fl Denmark with very little it
-J means. He homesteaded, wft
d worked hard, is now the Kfi
JE owner of 320 acres of land.
iJs in 1913 had a crop of 200 Jg
t acres, which will realize him l*S
g» about $4,000. His wheat HP
vfi weighed 68 lbs. to the bushel #i
Sffl and averaged over 35 bushels F
JL to the acre. :;'
J Thousands of similar in
J stances might be related of the (I
f homesteaders in Manitoba, Sas- 1
B katchewan and Alberta. 1
I The crop of 1913 was an abun- M
dant one everywhere in Western
Canada.
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
DAISY FLY KILLER
placed anywhere, at
tracts and kill* all
flies. Neat, clean, or
namental. convenient,
cheap Lasts all
season. Made or
metal, can'tsplllortlp
over; win not soil or
i njure anything.
Guaranteed effective.
All dealers or« sent
express paid for ll.QO.
: UAttULU bumlas, 150 D#A*n> At* . Brooklyn, B. T.
Nebraska Directory
THE PAXTON i™
Rooms from H-00 up single, 75 cents up double.
CAFE PRICES REASONABLE
Hirl’e Trimmer, OmmmorGradesand High Jc tool.
UII1 5 All branches taught. Bo-trding department
ij _ i limited to twelve girls. Special department
Ideal lor little girls from six to thirteen rear.
_ . . Children nnder snpervlsion of teachers at.
\fhnnl all times. For terms, address Wlilttoo
ut,uuui t arjj„i0 School. Lincoln, Nshnuka
BLISS * WELLMAN
Livs Stock Commission Merchants
254-356 Kichauge Building, South Omaha
I All hiock c*>nsigm-d to ns is sold bv members of Urns
Tirru. and all employees have been selected and
trained tor the work which they do. WHic-phun^-.Aip a*
and supplies. Largest
laW Ul\ house in the west- All
PIPJKUIIIfi Kastman goods. W e pay re*
Ihlignmu turn postage on finishing.
THE ROBERT DEMPSTER CO., 1813 Famam Street
Eastman Kodak Co. Omaha, Neb.
Come direct to this store when you need glasses
GLOBE OPTICAL CO.
Northeast corner 16tti and
Farnam Sts.. Omaha. Nelrr.
Established 17 years. Kail us
your broken glasses, win re
pair and return the sau « tin«
Everybody’s Jewelers
Th© best by ©very test. 8© 11 and repair «Tery
kind of jewelry goods through price list or call.
T. 1„ COMBS ft CO., The Busy Jewe lers
1520 Douglas St., Omaha
WORMS KILL PIGS gM
Diamond W. Worm Bxpekier and
?og To,?ic will positively remove the
onr bogs in fine condition. Tell us
COMI'ANY, lao N. 11th St., Omahu. Neb.
DOCTORS
mach a mach
DENTISTS
k.2f?.FJ°*r P*‘*0I> Block
iloth&FarnamSts,Omaha
7 **••* equipped Dental Oflh es
In Omaha. Reasonable prices
Special discount to all people
living outside of Omaha
Anti-Hog Cholera Serum
cho:era°?nr immurii*l°K them apainst
utora ^.T8*91 Producers and distrib
®erum in th« world. Hogs call be im
mimed at a very low cost. Write or wire for
S)mpa\y”'*i"8 PETKRS SERUM
COMPANY, 251- O STREET, SOUTH OMAHA
BOWLES
Vm-?USI2CK COMMISSION COMPANY
SOUTH OMAHA—CHICACiO—PANSAS CITY
Good Sales —Satisfactory Fills—Prompt
Returns Order Buying a Specialty
B. B. COMBS
uptomotrist
1520 Douglas St.. Omaha '
Everything Optical
nVVTrv n__ ____
__ __MO., XM3L10TQO 90
DEFIANCE STARCH
is constantly growing in favor bscanse it
Does Not Stick to the Iron
and it will not injure the finest fabric For
i£‘r?°,ses '* has 00 equal. 16 or.
lnore starch f°r same money
DEFIANCE STARCH CO. Omaha. Nebraska
W. N. U, OMAHA, NO. 27-1914.