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Keatlrva that the rrl had har haw a arfito In r.4.1».e her af tha nan who ttnetl. ahr towed him ■««h*y, had cous-d her *r.»t m rrow «ra hTran tail dfinrnrl to ahirld hrr nod lain her ta b*r <>ara home. lira W randan lean ti.e story of Hetty On» r" t that portion that re Tt •• and the story of 1. a!- forl.-lr l!.r tf'.rl -\-r !.■ ■he attars Hatty a lnk». frlratakhl nut. !:■■» |W-, -n *■ r on**' «.f Ho k fd) her* WrsMLait and Hetty ro •ara to Sen York a fur aa afcsotr-r of a »«ar to lanyr looUr WmndalL hrothar if > -.aide, hvoil **e*Si» sot-rested tn Met:. harm nrao In teofer* •rttotuaHon pra *sitt r fur merer on tha WrandaUs ood ropers tm- »•:*■ tho nruojr* *?** nof f. red at thr ha- da <d I'tullh Wmoduli by aanyiat hda aawrdi wa. ltd* the taaalli trade. to nun > rnr with fata frtadi 1 Hrw Iw Bntfc an _r»t>t cwtta Sara at her • anlfy pdace Ireahr eoofeart* to Cara tho* he la r soh :a hare with Retie Nri ~r ■ WI ■ art! rolt. to yui a petore of ffl«r*r Booth taod a l a untinc InUny ttiai hr Ms at—a Hetty Me* I "*«t f 'react, a pswlfehM of ydrt nree hy *n un tonwa KodYdk arum he ttnde ooe of Hanj H# ayooha to her about ft Hetty dertaaen It mtmf he o p4cte-e of llrtty •ttyam oa Er-dat wtnia who renetntdm h-r aery ael It XS-"* to Ida rhaatir. tede ye refnord by Hrtty- Booth aad M«It nofro fhrW lose lor oi.li other, had the tall y dr-tarm that ahr con never sr.aery »* thee- m am i-aunea tiatatdr har rier to lie war. Hetty admits to Kara that a*r» km Boot* Cara dorta-ea that Hetty aawat aaarry Ira:* who must be i.»rr i». pi h*a bnUer'i debt to tl.r Ctrl Hetty adds attempts to tl.r anal defy at lire trsf-dy and Mrs threat eom to stesahtr her if she says a word Bars Kr.kt Hrtty by mmltnc that all this tame ahr has bri.ee ed Hrtty to have 1 to her i |>TI was owe. OhatHs Wear. lute- rl.r r. - 1 - ■ ' H-*v r lr«h uau. |f«p*» •’> H'tty *»etf irrpr** t» mere •hot ft r o l et has t.ap —mf- ao hat'* CHAPTER XIII.—Continue* 1 rsh» Aid am tarn up ai iti father • •dace in the High street that night •nth ttooth vaa safely ost of the vay. Me spent • dismal ever far at the boat (M Hie fa the' and mother mere la the library shea be came home st half past ten. Prom a dark comer of the garden ha had vfeneaaed Hoot ha early Oepartvm Vtrian had gone dona to the gale la the law-lying hedge with her lunar. She came ta a mo men: after I ashe s entrance ~liaRs. Lev." she said, hending as Inquiring eye upon him Isa t this enrtj tor yo*T“ Her brother vaa standi fg sear the Tham s a heavy dev tailing. Ma ler. be aald gruSy "Skut I touch a match to (he hladSingr” Mia mother came over to him quick ly. and laid her hand on his arm. "Year coal is damp." she aaid asm kuaty. -Tas light the fire * "It s vary sans ta this room, said Mr WraadaU. looking up from hia hook. They acre always doing some i comfort. to notice him. Les struck a match d Vivian. WHl what*" he demanded s tihoul Mis sister look a moment tor thought. Ta HaUy anoug to stay with its is Me stand erect, first rubbing hia tow ta dtstodgr the dost thee his "ho. she teat eom ag." he said He drw a very long breath—the first la several hours—and then ei jelled It vecatty. “She has refused to marry as Mr. Wrsndsll turned a leaf la his book. R awaadsd like the crack of deem, an still hod the room become Vtvtaa had the forethought to push a chair lonam her mother It vaa a ■mat timely act an her part, for lira VraadaR sat dews very abrupt!? aad limply. -She — vhaiT" gaaped Leslies Tamed me down— cold “ said Lea ls* brvafiy Mr Wmoduli laid hia book on the teMe vWheat thinking to pot the book mm wimrfiwpn lhIk'i Mctn*r. I re-read four or five pages before dis covering bis error. No one spoke for a matter of five minutes or more. Then Mrs. Wran dall got up. went over to the library , table and closed with a snap the bulky blue book with the limp leather cover, saying as she held it up to let him see that It was the privately printed history of the MurgaLroyd family: "It t-aine by post this evening from London. She is merely a fourth cousin. ! my son ” He looked up with a gleam of In terest in his eye. CHAPTER XIV. Crossing the Channel. Booth restless with a vague uneasi ness that had come over him during the night, keeping him awake until marly dawn, was hard put during the early hours of the forenoon to find occupation for his Interest until a seasonable time arrived for appearing at Southlook. He was unable to ac count for this feeling of uncertainty and irritation. At nine he set out to walk over to ! S. uthlook. realizing that he should j iiu-.e to spend an hour in profitless go-sip with the lodge keeper before ; - . nting hiosell at the villa, but 1 -oaehov relishing the thought that I ev. n so be would be nearer to Hetty ' :ban :f he remained in his own door j yard Hail way there we was overtaken by j Sara’s big French machine returning ( frt m the village. The car came to a stand* ill as he stepped aside to let ;• pass, and Sara herself leaned over j and cordially invited him to get in and ! r»de home with her. What an early bird you are." he ex claimed as he took bis seat beside her. She was not in a mood for airy per siflage. as he soon discovered. ’ M:-* Casrieton lias gone up to , town. Mr. Booth," she said rather 1 ur-ics»ly. "I have just taken her to * the station. She caught the eight I thirty.” He sas at once solicitous. "No bad iit-ms. 1 hope?" There was no thought in hii mind that her absence was other than temporary. She Is not coming back. Brandon." -he Lad not addressed him as Bran tion telore. He stared “You—you mean—“ The ! words died on his lips. • rfte is not coming back." she re pe&ted. Aa act js.ng gleam leaped into his I eyes. “What has happened. Mrs. Wran iai!’ * he asked. She was quick to perceive the I change in his voice and manner. She prefers to live apart from me. That is all.” When was this decision reached?” “Bat yesterday. Soon after she came in from her walk with you.” “Do—do you mean to imply that that had anything to do with her leav er your home?” he demanded, with ) a flush >>n his cheek. Sl.e met his look without flinching. * ' it was the beginning." "You—you critit ised her? You took her to task—“ “1 notified her that she was to marry ie Wrandall if she marries anyone at all,' she said in a perfectly level | tone. Good Lord. Mrs. Wrandall!” ; “ iut she is not going to marry Lea ! lie.” know it—I knew it yesterday," he c«*-d triumphantly. "She loves me, Sara. Didn't she say as much to . you?” ‘ Yee. Brandon, she loves you. But I she a ill not be your wife.” ■ What Is all this mystery? Why can t she be my wife? What is there to prevent?" She regarded him with dark, inscru table eyes. Many seconds passed be j fore she spoke. ■Would you want her for your wife 1 if you knew she had belonged to an other man?” He turned very cold. The palms of ’ hn hands were wet, aa with ice-water. Sdnetning dark seemed to flit before hit eyei i will not believe that at her,” he ~* U shaking his bead with an air of finality. Thai is uot an answer to my ques i !«• ” "Yes. I would still want her.” he declared s'eadily. "I merely meant to pnt you to the harshest lest.” she said, and there was relief in her voice. “She is a good v r!. «he is pure. I asked my question b“cause until yejterday I had reason , to doubt her.” “Good heavens, how could you doubt • those honest, guiltless eyes of—” She shook her head sadly “To an sscr you I would have to reveal the ►eoret that makes it impossible for her to become your wife, and that I I 'anno;, ail! not do.” I “Is it fair to me?” "Perhaps not, but it is fair to ber. and that is why I must remain silent,” ■ Before God, I shall know the truth —from her, if not from you—and—” • if you love her. if you will be kind to her. you will let her go her way ! in peace.” i He was struck by the somewhat sin , inter earnestness of her words. “Tell me where I may find her,” he sa<d. setting his Jaw. “It will not be difficult for you to find her." she said, frowning, “if you insist on pursuing ber.” “You drive ber awny from your house. Sara Wrandall. and yet yon ex pect me to believe that your motives are friendly. Why should I accept your word aa final?” ' "I did not drive her away, nor did 1 ask her to stay." He stared hard at her. “Good Lord, what Is the meaning of all this?” he cried In perplexity? ■*What an 1 to understand ?” The car had cone to a atop under the porte cochere. She laid her hand on his arm. “If you will come In with me, Bran don, I will try to make things clear to you.” He left in half an hour, walking rap idly down the drive, his coat buttoned closely, although the morning was hot and breathless. He held in his hand a small scrap of paper on which was written: “If I loved you less, I would come to you now and lie to you. If you love me, Brandon, you will let me go my way. It Is the only course. Sara la my friend, and she is yours. Be guided by her, and believe in my love for you. Hetty.” • ••••*• And now, as things go in fairy sto ries, we should prepare ourselves to see Hetty pass through a season in drudgery and hardship, with the ulti mate quintessence of joy as the re ward for her trials and tribulations. Happily, this is not a fairy tale. There are some things more fantastic than fairy tales, if they are not spoiled in He Stood Looking Down Into Her Se- j rious Blue Eyes. I the telling. Hetty did not go forth j to encounter drudgery, disdain and ob- ] loquy. By no manner of means! She went with a well-filled purse, a definite purpose ahead and a determined fac tor behind. In a manner befitting her station as the Intimate friend of Mrs. Challis Wrandall, as the cousin of the Murgat royds, as the daughter of Colonel Cas tleton of the Indian corps, as a per son supposed to be possessed of in- [ dependent means withal, she went, with none to question, none to cavil. Sara had insisted on this, as much for her own sake as for Hetty’s; she argued, and she had prevailed in the end. What would the world think, what would their acquaintances think, and above all what would the high and mighty Wrandalls think If she went with meek and lowly mien? Why should they make it possible for anyone to look askance? And so It was that 6he departed in state, with a dozen trunks and boxes; i an obsequiously attended seat In the! parlor car was hers; a telegram in‘ her bag assured her that rooms were I being reserved for herself and maid j at the Ritz-Carlton; alongside it re posed a letter to Mr. Carroll, instruct ing him to provide her with sufficient funds to carry out the plan agreed upon; and in the seat behind sat the] lady's maid who had served her for | a twelvemonth and more. The timely demise of the venerable I Lord Murgatroyd afforded the most j natural excuse for her trip to Eugland. ] The old nobleman gave up the ghost, allowing for difference In time, at the ! very moment when Mrs. Redmond I Wrandall was undoing a certain pack j age from London, which turned out to be a complete history of what his forbears had done in the way of prop agation since the fourteenth century. Hetty did not find it easy to accom modate her pride to the plan which was to give her a fresh and rather imposing start in the world. She was to have a full year in which to deter mine whether she should accept toil and poverty as her lot, or emulate the symbolic example of Dicky, the canary bird. At the end of the year, unless she did as Dicky had done, her source of supplies would be automatically cut off and she would be entirely depend ent upon her own wits and resources. In the interim she was a probationary person of leisure. It Iml required hours of persuasion on the part of Sara Wrandall to bring her into line with these arrangements. “But I am able and willing to work for my living,’’ had been Hetty’s stub born retort to all the arguments brought to bear upon her. “Then let me put It in another light. It is vital to me. of course, that you should keep up the show of affluence for a while at least I think 1 have made that clear to you. But here is another side to the matter; the ques tion of recompense.” “Recompense?” cried Hetty sharply. “Without your knowing it, I have virtually held you a prisoner all these months, condemned In my own judg ment if not in the sight of the law. 1 have taken the law unto myself. You were not convicted of murder in this Unitarian court of mine, but of an other sin. For fifteen months you have been living under the shadow of a crime you did not commit. I was reserving complete punishment for yon In the shape of an ignoble mar riage, which was to have served two bitter ends. Well, 1 bad the truth from yon. I believe yon to be abso lutely Innocent of the charge I held over you, for which I condemned you without a hearing. Then, why should 1 not employ my own means of mak ing restitution?” "You have condescended to believe in me. That la all I ask." “True, that is all you uk. But U It altogether the fair way out of It? To illustrate: our criminal laws are lees kind to the innocent than to the guilty. Our law courts find a man guilty and he is sent to prison. Later on, he is found to be innocent—abso lutely innocent. What does the state do in the premises? It issues a formal pardon—a mockery, pure and simple— and the man is set free. It all comes to a curt, belated apology for an error on the part of justice. No substantial recompense is offered. He is merely pardoned for something he didn’t do. The state, which has wronged him, condescends to pardon him! Think of it! It is the same as if a man knocked another down and then said, before he removed his foot from the victim’s neck: ’I pardon you freely.’ My fa ther was opposed to the system we have—that all countries have—of par doning men who have been unjustly condemned. The innocent victim is pardoned in the same manner as the guilty one who comes in for clemency. 1 accept my father’s contention that an innocent man should not be shamed and humiliated by a pardon. The court which tried him should reopen the case and honorably acquit him of the crime. Then the state should pay to this innocent man. dollar for dol lar, all that he might have earned dur iug his term of imprisonment, with an additional amount for the suffering he has endured. Not long ago in an ad joining state a man, who had served seventeen years of a life sentence for murder, was found to be wholly Inno cent. What happened? A pardon was handed to him and he walked out of prison, broken in spirit, health and purse. His small fortune had been wiped out in the futile effort to prove his innocence. He gave up seventeen years of his life and then was par doned for the sacrifice. He should have been paid for every day spent in prison. That was the very least they could have done.” "I see now what you mean.” mused Hetty. "I have never thought of it in that way before.” "Well, it comes to this in our case. Hetty: I have tried you all over again in my own little court and 1 have ac quitted you of the charge I had against you. I do not offer you a silly pardon. You must allow me to have my way in this matter, to choose my own means of compensating you for—” ’’You saved my life,” protested Het ty, shaking her head obstinately. “My dear, I appreciate the fact that you are English,” said Sara, with a weary smile, "but won’t you please see the point?” Then Hetty smiled too, and the way was easier after that for Sara. She gained her quixotic point, and Hetty went away from Southlook feeling that no woman in all the world was so be wildering as Sara WrandalL When she sailed for England, two days later, the newspapers announced that ihe beautiful and attractive Miss Castleton was returning to her native land on account of the death of Lord Murgatroyd, and would spend the year on the continent, where probably she would be joined later on by Mrs. Wran dall, whose period of mourning and distress had been softened by the con stant and loyal friendship of “this ex quisite Englishwoman.” Four hundred milee out at sea she was overtaken by wireless messages from three persons. Brandon Booth's message said: "I am sailing tomorrow on a faster ship than yours. You will And me waiting for you on the landing stage.” Her heart gave a leap to dizzy heights, and. try as she would, she could not crush it back to the depths in which it had dwelt for days. The second bit of pale green paper contained a cry from a most unexpect ed source: “Cable your London ad dress. S. refuses to give it to me. I think I understand the situation. We want to make amends for what you have had to put up with during the year. She has shown her true nature at last.” It was signed “Leslie." From Sara came these cryptic words: "For each year of famine there will come seven years of plenty.” All the way across the Atlantic she livqd in a state of subdued excitement. Conflicting emotions absorbed her waking hours but her dreams were all of one complexion: rosy and warm' and full of a joyousness that dis tressed her vastly when she recalled them to mind in the early morning hours. During the day she intermit tently hoped and feared that he would be on the landing stage. In any event, she was bound to find unhappiness. If he were there her joy would be short-lived and blighting; if he were not there, her disappointment Vould be equally hard to bear. He was there. She saw him from the deck of the tender as they edged up to the landing. His tall figure loomed in the front rank against the rail that held back the crowd; his sun-bronzed face wore a look of eager expectancy; from her obscured posi tion in the shadow of the deck build ing, purposely chosen for reasons only too obvious, she could even detect the alert, swift-moving scrutiny that he fastened upon the crowd. Later on, he stood looking down into her serious blue eyes; her hands were lying "limp in his. His own eyes were dark with earnestness, with the restraint that had fastened itself upon him. Behind her stood the respectful but immeasurably awed maid, who could not, for the life of her, under stand how a man could be on both sides of the Atlantic at one and the same time. “Thank the Lord, Hetty, say 1, for the five-day boats," he- was saying. “You should not have come, Bran don,” she cried softly, and the look of misery in her eyes was tinged with a glow she could not suppreaa. “It only makes everything harder for me. I—I— Oh, I wish you had not come!” "But isn’t it wonderful?” he cried, “that I should he hen and waiting for, fou! It la almost inconceivable. And you were in the act of running away from me, too. Oh, I have that much of the tale from Sara, so don’t look so hurt about It,’’ "I am so sorry you came," she re peated, her lip trembling. Noting her emotion, be gave her hands a fierce, encouraging pressure and immediately released them. “Come,” he said gently; "I have booked for London. Everything Is ar ranged. I shall see to your luggage. Let me put you in the carriage first." As she sat in the railway carriage, waiting for him to return, she tried In a hundred ways to devise a means of escape, and yet she had never loved him so much as now. Her heart was sore, her desolation never so complete as now. He came back at last and took his seat beside her in the compartment, fanning himself with his hat The maid very discreetly stared out of the win dow at the hurrying throng of travel ers on the platform. “How I love you. Hetty—how I adore you!” Booth whispered passion ately. “Oh, Brandon!” “And I don’t mean to give you up,” he added, his lean jaw setting hard. "You must—oh. you must” she cried miserably. "I mean it Brandon—” “What are your plans?” asked he. "Please don't ask me,” she pleaded. “You must give it up, Brandon. Let me go my own way.” “Not until I have the whole story from you. You see, I am not easily thwarted, once I set my heart on a thing. I gathered this much from Sara: the object is not insurmount able.” “She—said—that?” “In effect, yes,” he qualified. "What did she tell you?” demanded Hetty, laying her hand on his arm. “I will confess she didn't reveal the secret that you consider a barrier, but she went so far as to say that it was very dark and dreadful.” he said light ly. They were speaking in very low tones. “When I pinned her down to it, she added that it did not in any sense bear upon your honor. But there is time enough to talk about this later on. For the present let’s not discuss the past. I know enough of your history from your own lips as well as what little I could get out of Sara, to feel sure that you are in a way, drifting. I intend to look after you, at least until you find your self. Your sudden break with Sara has been explained to me. Leslie Wranda'.l is at the back of it Sara told me that she tried to force you to marry him. I think you did quite right In going away as you did, but on the other hand, was it quite fair to me?” “Yes, it was most fair,” she said, compressing her lips. He frowned. “We can't possibly be of the same I opinion,” he said seriously. "You wouldn't say that If you knew everything.” "How long do you intend to stay in London?’’ "I don’t know. When does ftis train arrive there?” “At four o’clock, I think. Will you go to an hotel or to friends?" He put the question very delicately. She smiled faintly. “You mean the I Murgatroyds?” “Your father is here, I am informed. ; And you must have other friends or relatives who—” “I shall feo to a small hotel I know near Trafalgar square,” she interrupt ed quietly. “You must not come there to see me, Brandon.” "I shall expect you to dine with me at—say Prince's this evening." was his response to this. She shoos her head and then turned to look out of the window. He eat back in his seat and for many miles. with deep perplexity in his eyes, stud ied her half-averted face. The old uneasiness returned. Was this ob stacle, after all, so great that it could not be overcome? They lunched together, but were singularly reserved all through the meal. A plan was growing in her brain, a cruel but effective plan that made her despise herself and yet con tained the only means of escape from an even more cruel situation. He drove with her from the station to the small hotel off Trafalgar square. There were no rooms to be had. It was the week of Ascot and the city was still crowded with people who awaited only the royal sign to break the fetters that bound them to Lon don. Somewhat perturbed, she al lowed him to escort her to several ho tels of a like character. Failing in each case, she was in despair. At last she plucked up the courage to say to him, not without constraint and embarrassment: "I think, Brandon, if you were to allow me to apply alone to one of these places I could get in without mnch trouble.” “Good Lord!" he gasped, going very red with dismay. “What a fool I—” “I’ll try the Savoy,” she said quick ly, and then laughed at him. His face was the picture of distress. "I shall come for you tonight at eight,” he said, stopping the taxi at once. "Goodby till then.” He got out and gave directions to the chauffeur. Then he did a very strange thing. He hailed auother'taxi and, climbing in, started off in the wake of the two women. From a point of vantage near the corridor leading to the ‘‘American bar,” he saw Hetty sign her slips and move off toward the left. Whereupon, seeing that she was quite out of the way. he approached the manager’s office and asked for accommodatons. “Nothing left, sir,” “Not a thing?” “Everything has been taken for weeks, sir. I’m sorry.” “Sorry, too. I had hoped you might have something left for a friend who expects to stop here—a Miss Castle ton.” “Miss Castleton has just applied. We could not give her anything.” “Eh?” “Fortunately we could let her have rooms until eight this evening. We were more than pleased to offer them to her for a few hours, although they are reserved for parties coming down from Liverpool tonight.” Booth tried the Cecil and got a most undesirable room. Calling up the Savoy on the telephone, he got her room. The maid answered. She in formed him that Miss Castleton had just that instant gone out and would not return before seven o’clock. “I suppose 6he will not remove her trunks from the station until she finds a permanent place to lodge,” he In quired. "Can I be of any service?” “I think not, sir. She left no word, sir.” He hung up the receiver and straightway dashed over to the Savoy, hoping to catch her before she left the hotel. Just inside the door he came to an abrupt stop. She was at the news and ticket booth in the lobby, closely engaged in conversation with the clerk. Presently the latter took up the telephone, and after a brief con versation with some one at the other end, turned to Hetty and nodded his head. Whereupon she nodded her own adorable head and began the search for her purse. Booth edged around to an obscure spot and saw her for and receive something in retun “By Jove!” he said to himself, amazed. She passed near him, without seeing him, and went out into the court. He watched her turn Into the Strand. iTO BE CONTINUED.) I _ _ I CAT AND RAT EQUAL PESTS Former Especially Hgve Wrought Havoc Among the Smaller Native Animals of Australia. In the Monte Bello islands domestic cats have most unfortunately been in troduced. which do much damage amongst the wallabies, and have ex terminated the bandicoot. The cats thrive exceedingly wherever they are introduced, growing to great 6ize. They soon become wild and cunning, and breed fast. It may be safely said that these animals are doing more damage than anything else to the na tive fauna of the Australian region; indeed, the same remarks apply to the greater part of the world. Cats are carried almost universally on small trading ships, with the idea that they keep down rats. When they be come too numerous or otherwise ob jectionable, they are simply marooned, for to kill a cat is considered among the sailors as most unlucky. The black rat is another introduced species which does great harm. The animal is found universally over the Monte Bello group, even on the small outlying islets, which are never vis ited, on which it occurs most abun dantly. Its presence is attributed to a schooner which was wrecked some twelve 'years ago, for it is well known that this rat is a gom^ swimmer. It is curious to find that this animal, which is now so rare in Its native countries as to be looked upon as a great curiosity, should usually be one of the first species to populate new lands where It Is comparatively free from competition. Driven from all civ ilised countries by the brown rat. It has taken to the sea, being better adapted for a life on board ship than its otherwise victorious rival.—P. D. Montague in Geographical Journal. New Turbine Liner. The new German ocean liner Ad miral von Tirpitz, just launched at Stettin to ply between Hamburg and the Panama canal zone, is the first large vessel to employ the Foettinger turbotransformer in place of the usual turbines. Steam turbines give their best service when operated at a high speed, but the number of revolutions of the ship’s propeller muet not exceed a certain limit. To reduce the bpeed of the turbine in order to accommo date it to the speed of the propeller means a considerable loss of energy. Doctor Toettinger’s transformer, how ever, transmits the motion of the tur bine to the propeller shaft by a hydrau lic intermediary, whereby the turbines can be operated at a high speed while the propeller does not exceed its limit of revolutions. The loss of energy ia only ten per cent. Besides there is freedom from noise and vibration. Insect Pests as Food. Prof. Charles Lincoln Edwards says we may reduce the cost of living by eating grasshoppers, and calls atten tion to the cleanliness of their food. Bat if we are to get our insect food direct instead of through the medium of feathered and finny species, why a discrimination In favor of the hard «id horny grasshopper as agaiaet the fat and succulent cutworms, the army worm, the large and handsome “to mato worm,” and other similar spe cies who live quite as choicely as the grasshopper? Every farmer his own insect destroyer! Pass the good word along to gipsy-moth section*. SICK? TIRED? WEAK? If this describes your present con dition you should immediately get a bottle of KOSTETTER’S STOMACH BITTERS It will help Nature i overcome all Stomach, 1 Liver and Bowel Ills, re | store the appetite, pro 1 mote health and vigor. KaoHiHMaBB No man ever lived long enough to do all the things his wife wanted him to do. D'rft !,e misled. Ask for Red Cross Bad Blue. Makes beautiful white clothes. At all good grocers. Adv. Natural History. "My husband does nothing but f’ad.” "And mine is always going fishing. If a man isn’t a bookworm, he is an angle worm.” ECZEMA ON HANDS AND ARMS 1321 Douglas St., Omaha, Neb.—“My trouble began from a bad form of ec zema aii over my hands, neck and orris. I could get no sleep for the itching and burning. The small pim ples looked red and watery and my thin and scalp became dry and itch I i.ng. The pimples irritated me so that j I w ould scratch until they bled. I could not put my hands in water and if I once tried it they burned so that | I cov’d not stand it. I had to have 1 my hands tied up and gloves on all the Ime for nearly two months. Some times I would scratch the skin off it irritated so and I could do no work at ail. "I tried all kinds of remedies but nothing did any good. Then I saw in the newspaper about Cuticura Soap and Ointment and got some. I was completely healed In live or sis I weeks. They have not troubled me since.” (Signed) Joe Uhl, Jan. 31, ’14. Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold I throughout the world. Sample of each i iree.with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post | card “Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston.”—Adv. — A Stayer. “It isn't steadiness and «umdruir. , regularity that win a man success in New York today. No, indeed. It Is brilliance. It is audacity.’' The speaker was Joh~-;on Bowen, the successful Chicago promoter; the scene a banquet of advertising men in New York. He went on: "Two millionaire business men were ] lunching in Fifth avenue when -n oid graybeard stumped by. “ ‘That’s Brown. He works for me,’ said the first business man. “ ‘He’s an honest looking cfii.p. Haa he got staying powers?’ asked the sec ond business man. ” ‘He has that,’ said the iftrst. ‘H* began in at the bottom of the ladder in ’76, and he’s stayed there ever since.’ ” Just a Suggestion. “Me daughter, Mary Ann," said the newly rich Mrs. Cassidy, “wants to l’aru to play some music insthrument. i wonder w’at wan would come aisiest to ter?” "Well, now,” replied th» Jealous and caustic Mrs. Casey, “if ye could only get somethin’ that’s built like a \vast> beard ’twould be jist the thing.” No Chance for an Argument. “Waiter, there’s a green heir in this soup,” said the diner. “Yes, sir. Yea, sir,” replied the waiter. “It's the very latest thing, sir.” Probably two-thirds of a woman s troubles come because she reasons with her heart instead of her head. _. . —I—— -