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CHAPTER XXII—Continued.
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“Your brother—forced his way iuto—
jtay roonr.”
“What are you talking about?" Mrs.
'Fenuell drew her guest swiftly inside.
’“Hush! Don’t make a show of your
self.”
“Wha's all this?" came from Harden
iFeunell, who was sprawled in a ehintz
Irovered easy chair.
■ “Be still!” his wife cried, sharply.
“Will you send someone for Bob?”
S.orelei asked, more quietly. “I want
go—leave.”
But her hostess protested. “Now.
why stir up trouble? Bob is drunk; he
laud Bertie are old friends. Bertie will
apologize in the morning, and—after
Mil. it was nothing.”
“Will you send for my husband?"
| Mrs. Fennell’s gaze hardened; she
•tiffened herself, saying coldly:
“Why, certainly, if you insist upon
rousing the whole household; but he’s
in no condition to understand this silly
affair. You might have some consider
ation for us."
Bright disks of color were burning
In Lorelei's cheeks; she was smiling
peculiarly.
“Rest easy.” she said. “I've no wish
ito embarrass you nor drag my hus
band into this rotten business. It
seems he’s as modem as the rest of
you, hut I'm—old-fashioned."
There came a knock at the door,
and Hayman’s voice, calling:
“Betty! Let me in!”
His sister opened the door an inch
«r two. “You mustn’t come iu now,”
■he expostulated, then cried sharply:
■“Why. you're badly hurt. You're all
bloody!" As. Haytnan agreed in a
burst of profanity, she exclaimed fret
fully: “Oh. this is dreadful! Go to
your room, for heaven’s sake! I'll see
jwhat I can do with tills—with Mrs.
iWharton.”
Lorelei broke out sharply: “If you’ll
permit me to thank you for your hos
pitality. I'll leave at once."
“Leave? At this hour?"
Lorelei’s forced smiled hared her
!even, white teeth. “Of course, if it's
foo much trouble I can walk—"
“No trouble at all.” Mrs. Fennell
showed some relief. “I—I'm dread
fully sorry. Still. I can't permit yon—”
“In ten minutes, then. If there's no
train I may ask your chauffeur to drive
gne into the city.”
“Why, to be sure! Er—what shall
I tell Bob when he asks for you?”
“Use your own judgment, please.
You can handle drunken men better
[than I. And don't trouble to send
a maid to my room. I’ll be downstairs
iWhen the car comes.”
I She was pacing the gloom of the
porte-cochere when an automobile
■wung out from among the trees and
*wept the shadows flying with its
thrashes of flame. As she directed the
driver, from an open window behiud
ber came a drunken shout; a burst of
men's laughter followed the car as it
railed away.
• it****
' So that was the charmed circle to
which she had aspired, those the people
she had envied; behind her was that
life to which she had sold herself, and
•this was the end of her dream of fine
ladies and gallant gentlemen! Lorelei
scarcely knew whether to laugh or cry.
She reached the little apartment in the
hashed hours before the dawn, and
straightway began her packing. Since
•Bob was doubtless in a drunken stu
por which would last for hours, she did
not hurry.
Only once did she halt in her labors,
and then only from surprise. In a bu
reau drawer she uncovered a bundle of
Setters and documents addressed to her
husband, which in some way aroused
Iter curiosity. Swallowing her qualms,
site examined the contents. They
proved to be. In the main, letters from
Bob’s mother and fathen urging him to
break off his marriage. Those from
IMr. Wharton were characteristically
(intolerant and dictatorial; those from
•Bob's mother were plaintive and infi
nitely sad. Both parents, she per
ceived, had exhausted every effort to
win their son from his infatuation,
hqth believed Lorelei to be an infa
mous woman bent upon his destruc
tion, and. judging from the typewrit
ten reports iuelosed with some of^tlie
father’s letters, there was ample rea
son for such a belief. These reports
covered Lorelei's every movement, they
bared every bit of ancient scandal con
nected with ber. they recounted sala
cious stage gossip as .fact and falsely
construed those actions which were
capable of more than one Interpreta
tion. It gave the girl a peculiar sensa
tion of unreality to see her life laid
out before ber eyes in so distorted a
shape, and when she read the business
dike biographies of herself and the
members of her family she could only
•marvel at Bob’s faith. For evidently
'he had not answered a single letter.
Nevertheless, after preparing an early
breakfast, she sent her trunks down
stairs and ’phoned for a taxicab.
i CHAPTER XXIII.
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On Tuesday afternoon a badly shak
en, exceedingly frightened young man
called at Campbell Pope's boarding
bouse.
“Bob! Been on another bat?” cried
Pope, at sight «! his caller. Wharton
took a fleeting glance at himself In a
mirror and nodded, noting for the first
time the sacks beneath his eyes, the
haggard lines from nostrils to lip cor
ners.
“I’m all in. Lorelei’s quit me,-’ he
isaid, dully.
“Quit you!” Pope frowned. “Tell mo
about it”
“Well, I climbed the vine again and
fell otT. She packed up—disappeared—
been gone since Saturday night and
I can’t find her. Nobody seems to
know tirhere rfie to. I . • . I’m hard
bit, Pope. . . . God! I keep think
ing that maybe she took the river. You
see, I'm all gone.” He sank into a
chair, twitching and trembling in a
nervous collapse.
“Better have a drink,” Pope suggest
ed; but Bob returned roughly:
“That's what broke up the sketch. I
got stewed at Fennellcourt—high-hat
week-end party—fast crowd, and the
usual trimmings. Never again! That
is, if I find my wife.”
"Fennellcourt! Suppose you tell me
all about it. If there’s a chance that
it's suicide—” Pope’s reportorial in
stinct bronght the last word into juxta
position with “Fennellcourt,” and hp
saw black headlines.
“Judge for yourself. Maybe you can
help me; nobody else can.” Bob re
counted the story of the house party.
He could remember little of Sunday’s
occurrences; not until late that evening
had be fully grasped the fact that Lo
I relei had gone; Even then he was too
befuddled to act. Neither Mrs. Fen
nell nor her husband could give him
any help, and Bert Hayman had'been
confined to his room all day Sunday ns
the result of a fall or an accident of
some sort. Monday morning, while
still suffering from the effects of his
spree. Bob had returned to the city to
find his home deserted, and he could
find no trace of Lorelei in any quarter.
So. as a last resort before calling in
the police, he had coine to Pope. When
he had finished his somewhat muddled
tale he stared at the critic with a look
of dumb appeal.
Campbell began in a mnttdr-of-faot,
positive tone. “She’s altogether too
healthy to think of suicide; rest easy
on that score. You’re weak enough
emotionally to do such a thing, but
not she. Besides, why should she?
I can’t imagine that any act of yours
could very deeply offend anybody, even
your wife. However—” He studied
briefly, “nave you been to see Miss
Demorest?” *
“Sure! Adoree hasn't seen her.”
“Possibly!'’ Pope eyed his caller
speculatively. “So you decided to
jimmy her into society, eh! Who was
at the party? Oh, heavens!” he ex
claimed, as Bob muttered over the list
of names. “How did she compare with
those sacred cows?’’
“Oh. great! The men went crazy
over her—I knew they would.”
“But how did the women treat her?”
“Why, all right. I didn’t notice any
thing.”
wnat.' >o, of course you diun t.
^ on were probably too drunk to no
tice much.” Bob flushed. “Well,
something must have happened to
alarm her. and. since you were too
maudlin to be of any assistance, she
evidently took the bit in her teeth. I
can’t blame her. For heaven’s sake,
why did you set her in with that
crowd? If you wanted to take her
slumming, why didn’t you hire a guide
and go into the red-light district?”
Bob defended himself listlessly.
“That’s the only crowd I know: it’s
the only set that’s open to a Pittsburgh
furnace man’s son. Those people aren't
so bad: I guess they’re no worse than
the rest. If a person goes looking for
nastiness he can find it nearly any
where. I never did—and I never saw
anything very scandalous around that
bunch.”
“One’s observations are never very
keen when they’re made through the
bottom of a glass,” observed Pope.
Bob exploded irritably. “All right,
lieutenant! Play ‘Jerusalem’ on the
cornet white I pass the tambourine.
I want my wife, not a ‘Ballington
Booth’ on the terrors of intemperance.
She’s the only person who can straight
en me up. ... I was doing fine.
Had a job . . . I’ll go straight to
hell again if I don’t find her.” There
was no doubt of the man’s sincerity:
his mental and his physical condition
were obvious.
Pope did his best to repair the wreck
age in some degree, and, having qui
eted the sufferer, he set out for Miss
Demorest’s home.
Adoree. clad in slightly soiled neg
ligee, answered his ring, then, recog
nizing him. blocked the door hastily,
exposing a fnce overcast with defiance
and contempt.
“Aha!” she exclaimed. “Aha!” and
Hope’s sensitive ego recoiled before the
fierce challenge of her tone. Invariably
she greeted him with contumely; in
variably he arose to the challenge and
overcame her attack; invariably she
fought him on every subject. And yet
all the time he vaguely suspected that
they were really in complete accord
and growing to like each other.
"I’ve come to see Lorelei,” he ex
plained. affably.
“She’s not here.”
“Then I'd like to talk with you.” The
door opened slightly, and Pope smiled,
whereupon the opening narrowed.
“No. You" can't come in. I’ve just
cleaned house.”
In desperation the man exclaimed:
“I won't sit down, but I must talk to
you. Really, I must, bout—ducks, if
nothing else.”
“Ducks!” Adoree’s expression al
tered.
uri a ur ocusiuic. 1 waul yuu |0
like me.” Pope tried to appear amiable,
but the effort resulted in a painful
smirk.
“Huh!"
“We like the same things—let’s be
friends. You needn’t tell me anything
about Lorelei, but I do want your ad
vice about Bob.”
“I suppose there's no reason why
you shouldn’t come in. You’ll probably
wriggle in somehow, even if you have
to steal a key. If you don’t know the
truth you’ll probably make up some
thing about Lorelei, as you did about
me—buzzard!” Pope began to per
spire. as he always did when deeply
embarrassed. But the door swung
wide, and he entered with a strained,
unnatural smile upon his face.
“You see I’m not concealing her any
where,” Miss Demorest challenged.
“Of course not. We never suspected
you, but we’re afraid something has
happened to her.”
“I should, say there has! You want
scandal? I’ll give you some.” Ado
ree’s eyes were flashing now. Have
you any idea what that girl went
through out there on Long Island?
Listen.” She plumped herself down
beside Tope and began to talk swiftly
with an Intensity of indignation that
made her forgetful of her dishabille.
When she had finished her story her
shocked blue eyes interrogated his. and
the critic roused himself with an effort.
He found that he was tightly holding
the fingers of her right hand, but
dropped them and cleared his throat.
“You say she’s staying here with
you?”
"I didn’t say so. but she is.”
“Doesn’t she care for Bob any
more?”
“Y-yes! At first she was furious,
but we’ve talked a good deal, and I
think she does care—away down un
derneath. She may not know it her
self. but she does. But she won’t go
back. She declares she won’t spoil her
whole life for a drunken wretch like
him, and she’s quite right, of course.”
“She's quite wrong, of course! Bob's
done pretty well for a man of his type,
and lie's had a hard lesson. After all,
it’s a woman's part to sacrifice—she's
not happy unless she gives more than
she gets. You and I must bring them
together.”
"How?”
Pope had been thinking while he
talked, and now he sketched his plan
eagerly.
"You are perfectly detestable and
horrid,” she told him. when he had fin
ished, “but I suppose there must be
some good in you.” She laid her hand
upon his arm again, and Pope’s sallow
cheeks were glowing and his eyes as
bright as hers.
“Gee! You're all right!” he said.
“I’ll call for you after the show.”
Adoree's smile was uncertain as she
demurred. "Perhaps you'd better
meet me here. What will people say?”
But Pope was insistent.
We are accustomed to resent the ef
forts of our friends to arrange our af
fairs for us, and we pray for deliver
ance from their mistakes, yet without
their assistance we would often make
miserable failures of our lives. Lore
lei was surprised when Adoree brought
Campbell Pope home with her that
night, and she was somewhat diverted
by the complete change in their mutual
attitude. Now that the first clash was
over, now that they had expressed their
dislike and disapproval of each btlier,
they no longer quarreled. Pope was
frankly admiring, and Adoree could
not conceal her awe at Campbell's lit
erary and musical ability. Sbe ex
plained to Lorelei: “I asked him in for
tbe sake of the piano. I knew you
were blue, and there's nothing so cheer
ing as music.”
But when Pope finally got around to
play, the result was not altogether
happy. Adoree. to be sure, seemed de
lighted, hut Lorelei felt herself gripped
by a greater loneliness than usual.
Pope's music was far from lively, and
be had cunningly chosen the hour when
it exerts its greatest emotional appeal.
He was artist enough, moreover, to
work his effects with certainty.
Lorelei sought relief at length in the
seclusion of Adoree's rear room, and
there, in the midst of a “crying speil,”
Bob-found her.
Her first quick resentment at the de
ception practiced upon her melted at
sight of him, for lie had suffered, and
he was evidently suffering now. He
“Don’t You Understand, Stupid?’’ 8ha
Said.
was not the Bob she had known, but
chastened, repentant, speechless with
a tremulous delight at seeing her again.
In the next room Campbell played on.
smoothing the way for a reconciliation.
Lorelei found herself In her hus
band's arms, listening dazedly to his
passionate protestations and his ear
nest self-denunciation. Bob had re
ceived the fright of his life, his lesson
had been seared into him, and he lost
ho time in telling his wife about it.
At last Lorelei laid her fingers upon
his lips, her eyes misty and luminous
with the light of a uew and wondrous
certainty.
“Walt! Let me speak,” she said.
"I’ve done a lifetime of thinking in
these few days. I'm not sorry that I
left you. for it hus enabled me to see
clearly. But I’ll never leave you again,
Bob, no matter what you do; I can’t—”
He crushed her to him, then held her
away at the hint of something unsaid.
"You mean you’ve begun to love me?”
lie inquired, gladly.
“Perhaps. I don’t know. Some
thing has changed—tremendously.”
Under his bewildered gaze the blood
rose, warming hef cheeks; her eyes
swam, but not with tears; her bosom
was tremulous with the knowledge
that clamored for freedom, and yet re
fused to come.
“Don’t you understand, stupid?” she
said, seeing him still mystified. She
hid her face, then whispered in bis
ear, whereupon he fell to trembling,
and the fervor of his embrace relaxed.
He held her gently, tenderly, as if he
suddenly found her to be a fragile
thing.
“My dear:—my—dear!” And then
he, too, hid his face as if blinded by a
pitiless light. When he raised it tears
glistened on his lashes, and a happiness
that was like pain pierced him. “Oh!
If I had only known—” he choked.
“What a fool I’ve been, never to think
that this might come! I—can’t believe
it.”
“It’s true,” she smiled, and her
cheeks were still dyed with that vir
ginal flush. "Perhaps that’s why I’ve
changedi toward yon—something has
happened. Bob. and you mustn’t leave
me now. I couldn’t bear to do with
out you.”
“You may forgive me,” he cried, “but
I’ll never forgive myself. To think that
l should learn of this right now—after
what I did. Well. I’m through making
new promises; I'm going to keep some
of the old ones.”
“I think it’s about time we both
came to earth.”
“No need for you—you’re the sen
sible one. If I can’t straighten up on
my own marount aud on yours, surely
I can and will for—this.”
An hour later Adoree tiptoed back to
the piano after a surreptitious peek
into the back room, whence nothing
but the faintest murmurs issued. Her
face was radiant.
“You played some high-priced di
vorce lawyer out of a good case, Mr.
Cricket,” she beamed on Campbell.
“She's in his lap." Pope's rippling lin
gers paused, his bands dropped, and
he sighed.
“I could have set them quarreling
just as well, but the role of eupld suits
me tonight.” His shoulders drooped
wearily; the feverish brightness of his
eyes and the pallor of his thin face
indicated that he had indeed spcut all
his nervous force.
"Cupid in a sweater!” Adoree ex
claimed. “Well, I believe it, for your
playing made me positively mushy.
I've been hugging a sofa cushion and
dreaming of heroes for ever so long.
Why, at this moment I'd marry the
janitor.”
With the eager shyness of a boy. he
inquired; “Ho you really like to hear
me play? Can I come and play for
you again?”
“Xot without a chaperon." she told
him, positively; "wool tickles my
cheek.”
Pope rose hastily and in some em
barrassment. He could write about
love with a cynic’s pen, but he could
not bear to talk about it even in a
joking way. He eyed the speaker with
the frightened fascination of a charmed
rabbit, until she laughed in mischievous
enjoyment of his perturbation.
“Ob, never fear! It will take'more
than music to make me forget what
you are. Say!” She yawned, doubled
up her little fists, and stretched.
“Won’t you play something to make
those lovers go home, so I can go to
lied?”
CHAPTER XXIV.
Bob's work as a salesman continued
to be so effective that Kurtz finally
offered him a salaried position. But
instead of accepting, Bob made a coun
ter-proposition that caused the little
man to gasp. Briefly, it was to extend
the scope of the present business by
laying in a stock of extravagant, high
priced shirt and necktie materials, with
Bob as partner in the new venture.
Kurtz protested that he was not a ba
berdasher, but be was constrained to
admit that Bob had the right i^ea of
smart business, and after some discus
sion accepted his employee's noncha
lant offer to go halve® on the new ven
ture and share in its profits. The
fact that Bob had no money with
which to carry through his part of the I
deal troubled that youth not in the
least—Kurtz’ credit was ample. Bob’s
theory of securing the Fifth avenue
trade was to double existing prices,
and if this did not bring the business,
to double them a second time: and this
theory was correct, as he demonstrated
when the new department was organ
ized.
But despite the excellent income he
now began to make there was never
anything left in the Wharton bank ac
count, for Bob moved his wife to a
more pretentious apartment on River
side drive and managed to increase
their expenses so as to balance his
earnings very nicely. It was quite a
feat to adjust a fixed outlay to a vary
ing Income so that nothing whatever
should remain, and he considered it a
strong proof of his capacities that he
succeeded.
By Christmas the haberdashery ven
ture had shown such a profit that he
began to pile up a small bank account
in spite of himself: so he bought an
automobile, which served to eat up any
monthly profits and guarantee a deficit
under the most favorable circum
stances. Being thus relieved of finan
cial uncertainty, he laid plans to wrest
from Kurtz a full partnership in the
tailoring business itself.
The Whartons’ new home was charm
ing, and Bob provided his wife with
every luxury. Lorelei did not regret
that she was prevented from going out
as much as formerly—her experience
at Fennellcourt had cured her of any
desire to get into her husband's social
set—and unconsciously she and Bob
began to develop a real home life.
As time went on and evidences of
prosperity showed themselves Lorelei's
family forgot some of their dislike of
Bob and became more companionable.
Strangely enough, too. their cost of liv
ing Increased In proportion to their
friendliness: but Bob never questioned
any amount they asked him for, and
he swelled their allowance with char
acteristic prodigality.
Lorelei was proud of him, as she
had reason to be, but she had occasion
for sorrow as well. His generosity was
really big, his pagan joyousness ban
ished shadows, but he was intensely
human In his failings, and in spite of
his determination to stop drinking, in
spite of all his earnest promises, the
old appetite periodically betrayed him.
For a month, for two months at a
time, he would manfully tight his de
sires, then without excuse, without
cause, just when he was boasting loud
est of his victory, he would fall. And
yet drinking did not brutalize him as
it does most men: he never became dis
gusting; liquor intoxicated him, but
less in body than in spirit. His re
pentance followed promptly, his cha
grin was intense, and his fear of Lore
lei almost ludicrous. But the girl had
acquired a wider charity, a gentler pa
tience; she grieved, she tried to help
him, and his frailty endeared him to
her. Love had been slow to awaken:
in fact, she had not been definitely
aware of its birth; but suddenly she
had found it flowering in her soul, and
now it flourished the more as that other
interest intensified and began to domi
nate her.
Bob responded to all her efforts save
one: she could not make him serious.
On kthe whole, however, they were
more happy than they had ever been.
One day, during the slack holiday
season, Hannibal Wharton appeared at
the Kurtz establishment. He ap
praised the elaborate surroundings with
a hostile eye and stared at his son
impassively.
“So! You're a seamstress now,” he
began, and Bob grinned. “Merkle told
me you repaid his ioan and had an au
tomobile.”
mats true.
“Second-hand car?”
“No.” ‘~t j
“How much do you owe?”
“Nothing, except for stock.”
“Stock! What do you mean?”
“Kurtz and I are partners in one end
of this business.”
“I’ll be damned!” breathed Mr.
Wharton. Then he inquired, curiously,
“Do you like this work?”
“It's not what I prefer, still there
is a margin of profit.”
“Huh! I should think so, at ninety
dollars a suit. Well, this town is full
of fools.”
Bob agreed. “But we dress ’em bet
ter than they do in Pittsburgh.”
After a moment’s consideration Han
nibal said slowly: “Mother's at the
Waldorf; she wants to see you. You’ve
just about broken her heart, Bob.”
“We're not going out much, but per
haps we could call on her—”
“ ‘We!’ I said she wants to see
you.”
“And not my wife?”
“Certainly not. Neither do I. You
don’t seem to understand—”
Bob answered smoothly: “Certainly
I understand; you think ninety dollars
is too much for a suit. Perhaps I can
show you something in scarfs of an
exclusive design?”
“Don't be funny!” growled his fa
ther.
“Iteally. dad. you'd better go. That
suit of yours is a sight. Somebody
may think we made it for you.”
Mr. Wharton remained silent for a
moment. “The situation is impossible,
and anybody but you would see it.
We can’t accept that woman, and we
won't. She's notorious.*’
“No more so than I am—or you, for
that matter.”
“She’s a grafter. She'll quit you if
I paid her enough.”
"How do you know?”
“Her mother has been to see me half
a dozen times. I've offered to pay her
anything within reason, but they’re
holding out for something big. You
come back. Bob. Let her go to her
own people.”
“And what’s to become of the other
one?" Bob was smiling faintly.
“The other one? What do you mean?”
“I mean there will be three in the
family soon, dad; you’re going to be
a grandfather.”
The effect of this announcement was
unexpected. Hannibal Wharton was
momentarily stricken dumb; for once
he was utterly at a loss. Then, instead
of raising his voice, he spoke with a
sharp, stuttering incisiveness:
“So that’s her game, eh? I suppose
she thinks she'll breed her way into
the family. Well, she won’t. It won’t
work. 1 was willing to compromise be
fore— so long as Ihere was no tan
gible bond between that family and
mine—but they’ve got their blood
mixed with mine; they’ve got a finger
hold in spite of hell, arid I suppose
they'll hold on. But I won't acknowl
“So That's Her Game, Eh7”
edge a grandchild with scum like that
in his veins. Good God! Now listen.— ;
you.” Wharton’s jaw was out-thrust
his gaze hard and unwavering. “No
child tainted with that blood will share !
in one penny of my money, now or at
any other time. Understand?”
“Perfectly.” Bob’s color had reced
ed, but in no other way did he show
his struggle for self-mastery. “My
wife isn’t bearing a child to spite you.
and if it ever needs a grandfather we’ll
adopt one.”
“They’ve pulled you down into the
mud; now they’ve tied you there. He
redity’s stronger isan you or I; watch
your child grow ap. and watch Its
mother's blood tell. Then remember
that I tried to free you before -it was
too late. Well, Pm through. This
settles me. Good-by, and God help
you with that rotten gang.” Hannibal
Wharton turned and strode out of the
room shaking his head and mumbling.
CHAPTER XXV.
Rob had seldom been conscious of a
deliberate effort to please himself, for
to want a thing had always meant to
have it almost before the desire had
been recognized. The gratification of
his Impulses had become a sort of sec
oud nature to him, and one day, feel
ing that be owed a debt of friendliness
to the world, he was Impelled to liqui
date it.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
NOBLEST OF ALL VIRTUES
True Friendship Has Qualities Which
Render It a “Thing Apart"—Step
ping-Stone to Love.
Avowed with candor and maintained
with good faith, friendship is ever the
stepping-stone of love. John Hare
goes a trifle higher with his definition
of the term, calling it “Love, without
either flowers or veil.” Perhaps the
maximum breadth and depth of mean
ing, however, finds expression in Grim
wald's lines: “Friendship is the flavor
of flowers, the lively sprite of life, the
sacred bond of blissful peace, the stal
wart staunch of strife.” Accept this or
coin other definitions as we may, we
must not forget that even though it is
the freest of all the sentiments. It is
by no means the lightest; on the con
trary, true freindshlp, and I speak only
of this kind of a friendship in its sub
limest and fullest sense, is the noblest
of all the virtues. Such friendship,
whose laws are austere and eternal,
cherishes confidence and lauds fidelity.
It writes faults and frailties upon the
waters, and virtues and victories upon
the rocks. It downs bigotry, dissolves
doubts and destroys the egotistical “I”
for the co-operative “we.” Like all
knowledge, it is free—divine and hu
man. It runs along to where the nat
ural ends and the supernatural begins.
“It keeps company with the sallies of
the wit and the trances of religion.” It
underlies the whole superstructure of
fraternalism and links us with home
and with all that we understand and
love. Take it away, and it disjoints
and dislocates everything. Lost, It is
“chaos come again.” Loynl and obedi
ent, it is a shield and a high tower,
standing for equnlity and justice, and
leading tlie world on on one sys
tem of laws for all people, and
a fraternal recognition of the solidarity
of the rage.—“Friendship, Charity and
Benevolence,” George Leon Varney, in
National Magazine.
Indictment of Mosquito. x
In a large percentage of the biting
insects the piercing organ consists of
a tube, or gutter, in the hollow of
which lie certain rods, with sawlike
edges, and tlie outer gutter incloses
an inner gutter facing the other way,
up which ultimately the blood the
mosquito sucks will flow. In tlie mos
quito there is also a median structure,
like a double-edged sword, the pro
longation of the lower lip. This Is
traversed by the duct from which
flows the so-called saliva of the in
sect. This saliva carries with it the
microscopic unicellular animals which
cause malaria. A writer on the dan
ger of the mosquito has said that,
“down this minute, microscopic duct
has flowed the fluid which has altered
the fate of continents and played a
conspicuous part in destroying civiliza
tions of Greece and Rome," and that
malaria is “a disease which has prob
ably played a bigger part in the his
tory of the world than that conveyed
by any other insect.”
To Prevent Broken Flower Pots.
Those who have flower pots on piaz
za railings know how easily they are
knocked off, and both pot and flower
broken. All flower pots have a hole
In the bottom. By nailing a small
beaded nail about three or four inches
long on the top of the banisters, over
which to slip the pot, all the trouble
is ended. They are secure, and strong
winds will not blow them ofT.—Farm
ind Fireside.
GIRL COULD
HOT WORK
How She Was Relieved from
Pain by Lydia E. Pinkham's
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Taunton, Mass.—“I had pains in both
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Xrom work and suf
fer a long time.
One day a woman
came to our house
and asked my
mother why I was
suffering. Mother
told her that I suf
fered every month
and she said, ‘ Why
don’t you buy a
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mother bought it and the next month I
was so well that I worked alt the month
without staying at home a day. I am
in good health now and have told lota of
girls about it.”—Miss Clarice Morin,
22 Russell Street, Taunton, Mass.
Thousands of girls suffer in silence
every month rather than consult a phy
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Esinful or irregular periods, backache,
eadaehe, dragging-down sensations,
fainting spells or indigestion would take
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from roots and herbs, much suffering
might be avoided.
Write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine
Co., Lynn, Mass, (confidential) for free
advice which will prove helpful.
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NEW FOOTWEAR FOR ARMY
Improved Shoe Model Will Be Hob
nailed for Service in
Mexico.
The war department appointed a
shoe commission In 1912 to design a
model embodying the best points of
all the army shoes, surpassing them,
if possible. The shoe which was
adopted was of good materials, well
made on a rational last designed by
the department. The interior is per
fectly smooth, with heel broad and low
and sole moderately thick. The arch
is flexible and without metal shank or
other stiffening. Eyelets are used
rather than hooks. The shoe reaches
but little above the ankle; it is wide
across the ball of the boot and has a
high toe cap. It is comfortable, neat
looking, light in weight and easily re
moved or put on.
As soon as the soldiers wear out the
shoes of the tvpe which they are now
using on the border they will be refit
ted with the new type which the gov
ernment has ordered, says a writer in
the Outlook. The newest shoe is hob
nailed and weighs three pounds seven
ounces. It has been adopted for Mexi
can service because the present type
has not worn well in mountain climb
ing and has been readily cut up by the
malpais rock in Mexico. The shoe is
similar to that in use in the Italian
army.
Whether this model will be perma
nently adopted is open to considerable
doubt. The weight of the shoes and
the stiffness of the leather used de
tract from the comfort of It. It has
some disadvantages, therefore, but the
severe usage in Mexico made it desir
able to give this type a thorough try
out in regular service.
Don’t expect a soft answer when you
call men hard names.
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