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J By A. RGunter
(Copyright. 1912, l.v AMoclnled Literary
There was a streak of paint on
Alice's nose, which made her feel
strangely cross-eyed, her hair hnd fall
en about her shouldcrB, and her back
was aching. David's letter lay un
opened In her lap, nnd that was queer,
"or David was III at an out-of-town
sanitarium, and n girl Is supposed to
tnke somo Interest In her fiance's
health. Hut Alice believed In art for
art's Bake, and David could wait To
morrow the entries would begin lor
the Worton art exhibit nnd she muBt
P"t tho finishing touches to her pic
ture. The room was bare and ugly, since
art for art's sake Is not always profit
able, but now that the hugo canvas
was there, to enter was like coming
from tho filth and din of tho streets
Into still mldsiimmcr woods, Into
haunted forest. Henoath a moBS-hung
oak, knee-deep In a tangle of bracken
and fern, stood a little girl, with wide
eyes and expectant face. She wan
looking for the fairies, that child, and
she would surely find them, for she
knew that fairies really lived. You
felt that they would peep out at her
the moment your hack was turned
Henry Maine, tho portrait painter,
tried to catch them at It by turning
awny over so carelessly and then
whirling suddenly back. They were
not to be tricked by a grown-up like
that; they whisked out of sight In a
second, but Dlalno declared that he
could see the grasses quiver He
shook bis finger at the little dream
child. "I caught them, didn't IT he
asked, but she would not tell on the
fairies, not she.
Every student In the building prais
ed It, and they were frank and unspar
ing critics. Even Billy Goldsby held
his glib tongue for fully Ave minutes
when he saw the picture. Billy had
been raised on tho streets of New
York, and he had never had a child
hood, nor wanted one. but for five
minutes he felt with vague resent
ment, that, as he himself put It, he
had been "done out of something."
Goldsby represented a large adver
tising firm, nnd he was always hang
ing around the studios In search of
novelties. Being entirely commonplace
himself, he had n wonderful faculty
for choosing pictures that would ap
peal to tho average person, and
though he could not have explained
that In this painting Alice hnd en
snared the universal heart of child
hood, he did know that the Dream
Child would attract attention any
where. "Say, Miss Wade." he announced,
approvingly, "tho kid's n regular hold
up. The blind man couldn't pass her
without looking back. I'll give you
$300 down for the picture."
Alice continued to slap on the paint
with loving strokes. "Sell the Dream
Child?" she repeated in horror. "Why.
I wouldn't sell her for anything In the
world. She's my life, my heart, my
When he was gone she climbed
down and surveyod her picture con
tentedly. It was good work, and she
knew it, and hoped that It would take
the Danelelgh medal. That high goal
of artistic ambitions was awnrded ev
ery five years, and Alice had set her
heart on winning It. She hnd been
savagely solflsh for her art, she knew,
had sacrificed everything to It and at
last it seemed about to reward her.
David Ardcn was one of the things
that she hnd sacrificed, nnd now she
opened his letter absently. It was
cheerful throughout, for sickness
could not cloud David's brave spirit,
but toward the end there wns a para
graph that startled her: "I am got
ting well rapidly here," he wrote, "hut
don't know whether I can stay. This
place eats up money like a tnxlcab.
But don't worry, little girl, for I'll soon
be on my feet."
Alice read that pnragraph over and
over again, with growing anxiety.
David had been a successful Illustra
tor, and It had not occurred to her
that he could be In want, yet the long
Illness must have cost him a great
deal of money. If he was Improving,
of course David must stay where ho
was, but when she tried to think
where the money was to come from,
Alice grew panicky. Her own re
sources had dwindled most painfully,
while she was working on tho Dream
Child. She looked about her room for
something to pawn or sell, but It was
practically bare. There was nothing
of any value In It, except the picture
of tho little girl the Dream Child.
Goldsby hnd said that he would give
her $300 for the Dream Child
Alice covered tber faco with her
bandB nnd tried to fight off that hor
rible thought. She could not, would
not sell tho Dream Child. It would bo
more thnn the ruin of her ambitions,
It would be liko soiling part of her
own soul. Sho had planned the pic
ture In her enrly girlhood; It was wov
en of the long, long thoughts or youth,
embodied the sweetest memories of
bcr childhood. And all the time she
realized with sickening clearness that
thero wbb no other way to got the
i Very slowly and miserably she put
on her coat. If she delayed, Goldsby
might chnngo his mind. With fuce
averted, for sho could not meet tho In
nocent eyes of the Dream Child, she
walked over to tho canvas, and took It
from tho easel. Soberly, as If It were
a sacrament, she laid one kiss on the
little girl's soft hair, then hurried over
to Goldsby's oince. A few minutes
Inter sho stumbled out, with tear
blinded eyes, and $300 In her pocket.
David would not take the money
from her, she knew, but he had a
queer old cousin, Baxter Artlen, who
worked for a meager pittance In a
downtown office. Alice had nlwnys
liked this shy, crumpled little man,
and sho wns sure that she could per
suade htm to send the money to David
In bis name. She would tell him It
was a lonti, which David would not
lot her repay, v.
At Baxter's lodgings, however, she
wns disappointed. Mr. Ardcn was
out of town nnd the lnndlndy did not
know when he would return. There
was nothing to do but wait, so Alice
spent three miserable days with
Goldsby's check burning In her purse
like blood money. Sho could not bear
tho emptiness of her room; Bhe wan
dered in tho parks all day, and nt
night kept up her courage by writing
lovo letters to David.
Dnvld was not allowed to write
often, but the third day she received
an answer from him, n letter full of
.frank adoration. He had been receiv
ing flvo or six lovo letters a day from
a sweetheart who was usually rather
neglectful, and he wns fairly maudlin
With Joy. For pages he raved, but at'
tho very end of the letter he gnvo Im
portant news Old Baxter Ardcn whs
thero on a visit. "And he's pathetic
ally proud of my work," wrote David
"cuts out all my lllustrntlons nnd
flnves them. You ought to hear him
Rpeak of 'my cousin, the famous llltis
trntor.' And hero's tho wonderful
thing, Alice, the old man has saved
up quite a small fortune by the sim
ple method of never spending any
thing, and he offers to lend me all I
need. I'm to stay on here, nnd the
doctors tell me I'll be well before
many weks. So get your wedding
dress made, for when I do get up you
enn't put me off again."
Then David did nut need the money!
Alice saw that at a glance. She sprang
up and ran dizzily, wildly, for her hat.
It was not too late to compete for the
Danelelgh medal, the would give
Goldsby back his check, she would
6natch her little dream girl from the
polluting gaze of the vulgar herd that
filled his office and carry her to the
lofty atmosphere of the Worton gal
leries. She hurried through the streets, so
Intoxicated with her new happiness
that she was quite unconscious of the
attention her breathless haste attract
ed. Near Goldsby's office she was
forced to stop. A sign paster was put
ting up a poster and a crowd hnd
gathered eforo It. They were shabby,
ordinary people, but they stared at
the picture In dumb admiration. Even
the policeman on the beat was steal
ing a peep nt It. With a sudden catch
at her heart, Alice made her way to
ward tho billboard It was a very
simple picture, yet it seemed as if one
turned from the din and filth of the
street Into the haunted forest. There
beneath a moss-hung oak, knee-deep In
bracken and fern, stood n little girl
with wide eyes nnd expectnnt face.
But she would necr see the fairies,
that child, though she knew that
fairies really lived, for all day nnd nil
night the street before her was filled
with the roar of traffic, and the pave
ment echoed with the footsteps of the
worldly wse. the weary, the sinful
So poignant was the nppenl of the un
turned face that you would not notice
that she held a small object tightly
clasped In one hand, would not notlcf
it until the sign paster, with a last
sweep of his brush, stuck a lurid cap
tion beneath the picture. "Have you
used I.nvlna? The purest soap on
Kor a long time Alice gazed In si
lence, then she smiled, though there
were tears In her eyes. "You'll never
see the fairies," she whispered to the
child, "but you'll see n grent deal ol
life, my little dream girl, and real peo
ple are better than make-believes. As
for me, I'll use the money for n trous
seau. Anybody enn try to be an art
ist, hut only one woman In the world
can bo Dnvld Arden's wife "
At The Phone.
"For mo, life hns been so satisfy
ing that my curiosity lies pretty nenr
dormant," an old man said: "but even
now I am capnble of wondering over
persons whor blush at the, telephone.
People do blush then very often. A
pretty girl whom I wntched tbo other
day turned the color of a pink rose at
something told her over the wire. I
wish 1 could have heard. It must
have been something nice, for only a
pleasinr message could make a girl
look 'so happy and foolish as she
"The man who used that same tele
phone an hour later also got pretty
red In the face, hut It wasn't a compli
ment that made him color up. I'll
swear. Ho looked mad enough to eat
somebody, and If ho could nave laid
hands on the fellow, who had made
him blush I suspect there would have
been some lively doings In that neigh
hnrhood." Cemetery for Pets.
Tho picturesque village of Moles
worth, Huntingdon, Knglnnd. possesses
nn unusual cemotery. It hns been es
tablished about seven years, and up
to dato there have been Interred
about 200 pets, mostly dogs, although
thore are a few birds, about fifty
cats, a marmot, and four monkeys.
The place Is beautifully kept, the
graves being planted with (lowers.
v,hllo the stones and curbs aro prin
cipally of white marble with suitable
(By E. O. SKI.t.i:itH. Director of Even
ing Depnrtnicnt, Tin- Moody Ulble In
stitutes of Chk-iiKO.)
LESSON FOR JUNE 23
THE PENITENT WOMAN.
T.KKSON VKXT-I.uke "-.Sfi-M.
OOt.DKN TKXT-"Knlthful Is the sny
ltitf nmt worthy of all acceptation, that
Christ JratiH ciinie Into tliu world to
euvo sinners." 1 Tim. 1:15.
Jesus hnd nccepted nn Invitation to
visit the home of tho aristocrat Simon,
but instead of being treated with
courtesy ho is humiliated by studied
neglect nnd Insult. Thero wan one,
however, who fully appreciated his
real worth, a woman of tho street who
had doubtless seen him enter or else
observed him at nient through tho
opon doorway. Knowing htm is ono
thing, but to love him Is quite an
other. Do not confound this woman
with Mary Magdalene, thero la no con
nection nt all. Jesus always drew to
himself the sinful ones; It was for
that purpose he camo Into the world,
to bear our slna (Matt. 1:21; Isa
B3:6). This woman was, however, n
pinner who no longer ran nfter her
sin, but ono who was repentnnt. This
ts shown by (1) her sorrow (weep
ing); (2) her humble service (wiping
his feet), and (3) her gift of lovo (the
alabaster box), this latter having un
doubtedly been nn accessory of her
life of sin, but now devoted to a more
noble use As the odor filled the
house the self-sntlBflcd Pharisee spake
"within himself," but he who discern
eth the thoughts nnd Intents of tho
heart knew not only how grent a sin
ner sho hnd been, but knew also tho
rloak of eelf-rlghteousncs worn by
Simon. Her purity nnd holiness hnd
been shattered like the alabaster box
and Jesus proceeds to shatter Simon's
shell of self complacency by putting
forth one of his matchless parables.
Jesus Speaks to Simon.
A certain creditor, undoubtedly
meaning himself, had two debtors, by
inferenco this woman and this Phari
see. Both alike were bankrupt, one
owed about $81)0 nnd the other ten
times as much, about $85. Both
alike, however, received forgiveness.
"Tell me," says the Master, "which
debtor will love most?" The Phari
see's reply was the logical one; they
both depend upon the mercy of the
creditor, hence the gratltudo will be
in ratio to the amount forgiven. Much
hnd been required, henco much for
given. Jesus immediately .turns the
Pharisee's answer to a prnctlcal appli
cation Taking the words out of
Simon's mouth he makes one of the
most .complete nnd practical applica
tions of applied Christianity In tho
( gospel record. To paraphrase Jesus
I cays: "Simon, I came Into your houso
. and tho most common courtesy of
washing n guest's feet yon neglected,
yet this womnn hns washed my feet
, with her tears, nn evidence of her ro
pentnnce, while you sit there with dry
eyed cynicism Sho hnB wiped my
feet with tho hnlrs of her head, her
glory and crown has be.cn inld at my
feet while you have not so much nB
offered mo a towel to wipe the dust
off my feet bh I left my sandnls at
,your door. Sfmon you gave me no
kiss, that common mark of a courteous
welcome, yet this woman has not
censed to kiss my feet since tho time
I came into your house. The annolnt
ing oil, common olive oil, you neglect
ed to use, yet the precious oil of her
treasure sho has thankfully poured
upon my feet. Simon, your life Is a
life of works so are these acts of this
, woman, but your life is one of zeal
wnne her acts havo been prompted
In another place Jesus tells us thnr,
If wo love him we will do tho things
he commands us and that he and tho
Father will como and abide with- us.
Hers was tho heroic love of ono who
having lOBt her shame dared to thrust
herself Into an unbidden houso of re
freshment nnd perform those neglect
ed menlnl duties, the result of which
wns that reward for her faith that
meant forgiveness of hor sins. By
her attention to these duties sho wns
unconsciously rebuking tho vanity of
Rlmon'o self merit while at tho snmo
tlmo she wbb showing to the world n
flno example of tho gratitude of a
saved one. Paul later expressed It
most forcefully In the fourth chnpter
of his letter to tho Romans.
The Great Creditor.
This womnn know sho had no merit
of her own nnd hence sho threw her
pelf nt tho feet of Jesus, claimed his
righteousness and compassion and nt
tho same tlmo by her nets sho showed
tho attltudo of hor heart nnd of courso
she had the dcslro of her heart It
has always been bo for hns not tho
Master enld, "Hnppy are they who
nunger nnd thirst after righteousness,
for they shall be fed?"
After this "practical sermon of ap
piled Christianity" to Simon, Jesus
turns to tho womnn, nameless so fnr
ns the Scripture record is concerned,
and with Inflnlto nnd a heavenly thrill
In his voice he said: "Thy fnlth hath
enved thee, go In peace." "Who Is tho
rrontor," they a iked
Jcsub teaches us that though thero
bo degrees of guilt, nil nllko must
como to God for forgiveness. Also
that ho, tho Great Crentor, Is tho one
to whom we owe cur debt of sins and
who nlono can without merit dis
charge that debt anil sond uo forth In
"Bound to a cur."
ECZEMA DISFIGURED BABY
"Our little boy Gilbert wbb troubled
with eczema when but n few weeks
old. 111b little face wbb covered with
sores even to back of his cars. The
poor little fellow Buffered very much.
Tho sores began as pimples, hlB little
face was disfigured very much. We
hardly knew what ho looked liko. Tho
face looked like raw meat. Wo tied
llttlo bags of cloth over his hands to
prevent him from scratching. Ho was
very restless at night, his llttlo face
"Wo consulted two doctors nt Chi
cago, where wo resided nt that time.
After trying all tho medicine of the
two doctors without any result, wo
read of the Cuticurn Remedies, nnd
at once bought Cuticurn Soap nnd
Ointment. Following the directions
carefully nnd promptly wo enw tho
result, and nfter four weeks, the dear
child's face was as fine and clean aa
any little bnby's face. Every ono who
snw Gilbert after using the Cutlcura
Remedies was surprised. He has a
head of hair which is a prldo for any
boy of his age, three years. Wo caw
only recommend tho Cuticurn Reme
dies to everybody." (Signed) Mrs. H.
Albrccht, Box 883. West Point, Neb.,
Oct. 20, 1910. Although Cutlcura Soap
and Ointment aro Bold by druggists
nnd dealers everywhere, n Bumplo of
each, with 32-pnge book, will be mailed
free on application to "Cutlcura,"
Dopt. L, Boston.
Zti'.e Knew Rufe.
Rufe was telling Zekc about a ter
rible escapade he had had tho night
before after he had crossed tho dam
at the river and was making for his
cabin about n half mile through tho
"And Jest as I stepped inter de
brush I hears a funny noise like a
shoat snortln'. I looks up an' a blue
light jumps out er de groun' and
shapes Itself Into a ghost about six
foot tall. Red lire was a-filckorln' out
er its nose. It stood still kinder, then
lifted a loug. bony finger an' says:
'I want you, Rufe Jackson.'
"I walks up to It and slinkcs my
own finger right lu Its faco. 'You
mind yore business and I'll mind
mine,' 1 says, and turns on my heel
and goes right on.
"Now, whnt'd you cr done, ZeUe. In
a caso like dat?"
"I'd er done Jest whnt you done,
on durned lying nigger."
A Gentle Result.
She I thought prize lights were
He They usually are.
She Well, this ono I am reading
about could not have been very lively,
for it beems from this account the
fight ended becauso one of them went
"Tommy." queried the lenchor of a
imall boy In the juvenllo clat,s. "what
Is a swan?"
"A swan," replied the youthful ob
server, "is an animal with a turkey's
body and a Kirnffo'u neck and a gooso's
"It Is really by little things that ono
enn tell n man's character."
"Yes; I think that wbh tho reason
Julia broke hor engagement. Henry
jued to bring her such cheap choco
ateo." The young man who tells a plrl sho
Is n dream Is likely to luimpupngalURt
a rudo awakening thortly after uiur
Makes Home Baking Easy.
Gives nicer, better food than baker's.
There is no baking powder like it
for hot biscuit, hot breads and cake.
Made from Pure Grape Cream of Tartar,
The Chief Requisite.
H.ivld Helnm'o, In an Interview In
New York, condemned u certain ultra
modest type of society woman.
"This typo, which luckily Isn't
numerous," he said, "lives on noto
riety. To a woman of this type a law
jer n:ld ono day;
' 'Yes, madam, I can get you the
divorce you desire. For f&OJ I can get
you a divorce and get it without
"She wrinkled her smooth, white,
well-powdeied lorohend In a frown;
she bit her rouged and over-red lla
" 'But what would It cost,' she ask
ed, 'with publicity?'"
A fancy-dress ball was held In a cer
tain garrison town reV-cntly, at which
many military otllcers and men at
tended. A boldler attired as a lady
wns spokcu to by the reglmentnl chap
lain. "Well, young man," said the par
son, "you nro very well got up. Did
you win a prize?"
"Yes, chum; I got second prize. Did
you get a prize?"
"Me? Oh, no; I"
"Well, now, that's rotten bad luck,
I cal. It," said tho Tommy, wnrmly,
"for you are about the best get-up of
a parson I've seen lately." Iondon
Just to Accommodate.
Hungry Girl (one of a party of tour
ists who have arrived lato at a coun
try Inn) No fresh eggs? But you've
got hens, haven't you?
Innkeeper's Wife Yes, but they're
all asleep. ,
Hungry Girl Well, but can't you
wake them? Fllegende Blaettor.
a glass or
It makes one think qf everything that's pure
and wholesome and delightful. Bright, spark
ling, teeming with palate joy it's
your soda fountain old oaken bucket.
TTmaAA Our ncw booklet,
rree telling of eoca-
Cola vindication at Chatta
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Why doe. W. L. DougUi make and tel! more $3.00, $3.50
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The Last Word In Defense.
Tho angry mother returns horns
from a shopping tour down town to
find that Tommy has broken Into the)
jam closet, teased his little sister till
she cried, smashed n window pane
with his top. tied a tlu can on the tail
of the dog next door, nnd then wound
up further depredations by tracking
tho parlor carpet with IiIb muddy
IkootH "You young villain. I'm going;
to whip you till you can't sit down."
(Grabs hold of him.) "Now what hav
you got to say for yourself?"
Tommy Aw, say, ma, this looks
like n frnmo-up.
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"How Is It I havo such big telegram
"You told mo, sir, to ubo dispatch
In that correspondence, so 1 wired all
the letters." . t ,, ,, 1
1-Iirvea nml i-ureit Uohlnit, torturing die-.nm-H
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A etiperlor rile Cure. S3 ami (SO ceuta, by
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Tor regulation of tho stomach and bowel
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Woman concenls only what she does
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