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T ISABEL GORDON CURTIS
Author f "The Womarrom Wolver(foA5"
ILLUSTRATIONS ILL5 WORTH YOUNG-
COPYRIGHT, I9J4- BY f.G. DROWNE fa. CO. .
8YNOP8I8.
Rnoch Wontworth, Journalist, nnd An
drew Merry, nctor, piny a hand nt pokor.
tho stakes abitolute control or tho futuro
of the loner. Wentworth win. They do
cldo to Utcp tlio mutter eccrot. I)orcn.
knowing from nor brothor. Knoch, of
Merry's hortcomliiKS, tries to arouse his
ambition. Andrnw outlines the plot of n
olay he hn had In mind nnd sho urpes
him to no to work on It. When the piny
la completed Merry rendu It to Wrnt
worth. whoso life nmblllon la to write ft
successful plny. Ho tlemnnils Merry a
piny ns n forfeit of thd bond won In the
poker Knmo. Preparations for Ringing tlio
ptny are bcKtin. but Merry, who In to tnke
the IcuillnB part, Is mlsiliiR. Dnrcns
proven ft success In the lendlwr femnie
part nt rehearsal. film qunrrels with her
brother for taking credit for n play eh"
knowa to belong to Merry. ttorens finds
Merry among tho (lown-nnrt-mils In n
bread linn and pereundea htm to tnko his
part In- tho piny. Tho producer suKcests
rertnln rhnngea In tho plny, which WjMjt
worth trios to Induce Merry to make. The
nctor refuses, hut finally consents on con
dition that Wentworth renoa his nttori
tlona to Zllla Paget, tho heavy womnn In
the plny, who haa a, bnd reputation. Tho
play provca a great success. Dorcas ac
cuses her brother of theft. 'The blind
rhlld of Zllln Pncet nppeara nnd la heart
lessly repudiated by tho mother.
CHAPTER XVII.
- The Green Turquoises.
"Then," continued Dorcas, "QuloeBh
lifted tho lady to tho horso'a back and
leaped up beforo her. Sho put nor
arma about his walat nnd clung to
blm tightly. 'Rise, horBo, rlso,' ho
cried. Tho horso nnd all tho hun
dreds of horses bchlndhlm spread out
thoir wings and roso in tho air. They
wont flying swiftly across tho sea."
"MUs Dorcas," Interrupted Robin In
croduouBly, "I didn't know that horses
could fly. I thought thoy trotted on
tho Btreots llko this." Tho boy slipped
down from his chair and kicked with
his heels upon tho floor.
"Uuleosh's horso had wings nil
fairy horsoB havo wings," Dorcas
laughed.
"Did you over bco a fairy horso?"
"I'm afraid I never did."
"Then how do you know that It's
truo?"
"Fairy stories tell us so."
"Oh." Tho child's brown eyes turned
to nor eagerly. Thoy wore Interrupt
ed by a knock at tho library door.
Jason entered.
"I reckon yo'so awful bUBy dls artor-
noon, MlBByT"
"Not It there is anything I can do
for you, Jason."
"tBmlllne'a downstairs. You know
who Emlllne Is?" lie paused and
glanced at Robin.
Dorcaa nodded.
"It 't wan't bo inconvenlencln' she'd
llko to see yo"
"Why does she want to seo me,
Jason?" ,
"I can't tell, Missy. She's des kep'
a-plcadln' en a-plcadln' fo' yo' to soe
her, so I tol' her, I'd ask yo'."
"I'll aee her. And, Robin, suppose
you go with Jason for a littlo whllo.
He keeps a doughnut Jar in tho pan
try. Make Jason tell you a story. Fly
ing horses are nothing to tho wonder
ful things he has Been."
Emlllne entered timidly and stood
aitlng until Dorcas pointed to a
chair. Bho waa a neat-looking yellow
girl, but thero was a worried look on
her good-natured face.
"Anything wrong, Emlllne?" asked
Dorcas.
"Wrong! Eboryt'lng's wrong, Mis'
Wentworth. I'so let Miss Paget fo'
good en all. Lawd, what a whack sho
hit me when I tol her somot'lngB I
thought!"
"Sho struck you?" Dorcas stared
at tho girl In astonishment.
" 'Deed, Mis' Wentworth, sho struck
mo bard, straight 'cross my mouf wld
her ban'. I could tako do law to her,
I reckon, en git damages, but I ain't
a-goln' to. I'se scared to death ob
havln' anyt'ing to do wld her." The
girl's faco seemed to whiten, and she
clasped her hands In an agony of tor
ror. "I wouldn't wuk fo' her nohow
I'd ruther go on de streets. Mis' Went
worth, her tuqquolses am a-turnln'
green!"
"What do you moan?"
Emlllne spoko in a frightened whls
por. "Her tuqquolses am a-turnln' green,
I 'clar fo' Gawd, doy 1b!"
Dorcaa laughed. Tho octoroon's
statement waa so lrrolovant It was al
most funny.
"Lawdy, Mis' Wentworth, don' go to
laughln. I reckon yo' don't know what
an awful t'lng dat Is to happen. 1
nebber heard tell ob hit but once. Hit
don' happen exceptln' when a woman's
es wicked ex do ol' sorplnt horselt!"
"Emlllne, what on earth are you
4-11,1.... .kintt'l
"My granny onco worked fo' a wick
ed lady was back in slave days. I
'member hearln' her toll 'bout It when
I waa a little gal. Hor Misses was
an army lady, rich on beautiful ez
could bo, but sho dono hatod her hus
band en dor was anodder man sho
was sho' sot artcr. Her husband, do
lino ol' army man, ho died Buddon one
night. She had er necHlaco on, do
bluest tuqquolses yo' ebbor. see, en de
next day dey turned green. Don doy
found out sbo'd poisoned blm. Doy
would bare hung her, but sho drowned
horself. Do tuqquolses was on her
neck when dey pulled ber out ob de
rlbber dey was green as grass."
Dorcas shivered. "Emlllne, what
has this to do with Miss Paget?"
Tho girl's eyes grow round with ter
ror. "Sho had er necktaco obdo swcllest
tuqquolses gib her a month ago by a
gemman. Sho's always glttln' pres
ents frm gemmen. Dey was ez palo
blue ez do sky whon sho got dom. Sho
wears dem all do tlmo, day and night.
You seo dom on her when sho was
nctln'?"
Dorcas nodded.
"Sho nebber takes dom off. Ono
day I tol' her dey wa'n't near ez bluo
ez dey used to be. Sho took dem to
a Jowoler man en bed dem cleaned. Hit
didn't do dem a mtto ob good. Dls
mornln'," Emlllno. paused na in terror
of repeating it, "dls mornln', MIb'
Wentworth, ez sho' ez Gawd mado me,
dem tuqquolses was turned green!"
Dorcas sat staring at her.
"I Bcrcnmed whon I sot my eyos on
dom." Tho girl's tooth chattered. "Sho
asked what was do matter, on I tol'
"Mis' Wentworth," sho asked hesi
tatingly, "ef yo' hear ob er good placo,
would yo' send fo' me? Jason, he
knows whero to fin' mo anytime." Sho
pausod irresolutely. "You don' wont
a nurso fo' de littlo blind boy, I reck
on. I'so er born nurso. I like Itt"
"I don't know yet, Emlllne, what
plans I can ninko, or what will bo done
with Robin; but I'll try to And some
work for you."
CHAPTER XVIII.
WWII
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Wf
The Girl's
Eyes Grew
Terror.
Round
With.
hor do story ob do ol' Colonel's Misses.
Dat's when sho whaled me 'cross do
mouf."
"Hut," queried DorcoB with a puz
zled frown."what does it all mean?"
"Lawdy, dem tuqquolses would have
stayed sky-blue on "o, MIb' Went
worth, er on any lady dat wa'n't doln'
all dem kind ob wicked rings."
"Rubbish!"
"I swar to do Lawd bit's truo," crlod
Emlllno appealingly. "l'vo beard my
granny tell hit many a time."
Dorcas laughed. Although tho story
was absurd, her skin had grown chilly
whllo Emlllno talked.
"I'll tell yo'." The girl's voice grew
Intense "Don' yo' 'member Bhe had
dem tuqquolses on las' night when yo'
come in wld do little blind boy? Lawd,
1 could er choked her dead wld my
own ban's! Sho was do ol' dobll his
self, en der's a Judgment a-comln' on
hor. When yo' was gone, do t'lnga
she done say was curdlln' to de
blood!"
"MIbb Paget is not a good woman I
know, but "
"Good!" Interrupted Emlllno. "She
didn't murder nobody don, en I reck
on sho ain't since, but dar waB murder
In her heart! En den, dls mornln'
'fore she woun' out 'bout de tuqquolses
somet'lng queer happened, somet'lng
torrlblo queer!"
"What?"
"Sho como upstairs wld er bunch ob
letters In her hand, right arter lunch
tlmo. Sho laid dem down: but bofo'
sho dono took off her t'lngs she took
anodder ono out er her muff. 'Fo' she
took ber hat oft sho openod It en
road It. Sho dropped do envelope on
do floor. I saw It. Hit wa'h't ad
dressed to hor, hit was somebody
oIbo'b lottor.' Tho negro girl paused
Irresolutely for a moment,
"Well?" queried Dorcas.
"Hit waa fo' 'Mrs. Allco V. Bourne,
Gotham Theater.' "
"'Allco V. Bourne'!" Dorcas Jumped
to hor feot. ,
"Yc8sum." Emlltne's tonguo ran on
excitedly. "Miss Paget, she was took
wld do queerest fit yo' ebber seo arter
sho done read It. Sho lay back en
screeched en laughed. Sho got clear
hystoricky. Don, all of or suddon, Bho
started to Are questions at mo 'bout
littlo Julio Bouruo en Mrs, Bourne, en
whora doy lived en whoro doy como
fr'm. I didn't know nuflln' but whore
doy lived. I wont up onco to Harlem
wld Mrs, Bourno to help hor bring
some Btuff ob Miss Julio's to or,"
"Whero did sho get tho letter?"
asked Dorcas.
"Yo' kin search rao," answered Eml
llno briskly. "Dat 'omnn 'ould steal
or murder or any ol t'lng." .
Thoro waB a long sllcnco. Emlllno
I roso to go.
The Irony of Fate.
Wentworth locked himself In tho li
brary ono Saturday morning. Oswald,
with quiet Insistence, had continued
tho demand that ho break away, go
homo, and begin work on another play.
"Business can bo carried along with
out you," was his daily assurance.
"'The Houso of Estcrbrook' Is good
for anothor season, perhaps for more
than ono, and we ought to look ahead.
I am asked every day If you aro writ
ing another play. You ought to striko
whllo tho Iron is hot. Tho luck we
aro having should bo an Inspiration to
you."
Tho Wavcrly Placo house, was per
fectly still. Enoch seated himself be
foro tho desk, cleared off the blotter,
laid out n heap of ropy paper, filled
tho Ink-well, and adjusted a new pen.
He leanod his hni-l upon his hand
for a fow minutes, and his listless
eyes fell upon n calendar. Ho dis
covered that It boro the dates of
March Instead of April. Ho toro off
tho record of weeks which had passed
and dropped It Into tho waste basket.
The pen rested listlessly between his
lingers. , When ho tried to wrlto with
it tho ink had dried. Ho did not dip
It in the bottle again. A trail of Bleep
Icbb days and nights lay behind him
ho felt as If his brain had drowsed
at its post.
Ho picked up a rubber band, twisted
It about his lingers, then pulled it
thin till It suddenly snapped In two.
Ho shook himself as if a strenuous
effort to wako up. For days he had
been evolving what seemed like a
vlrllo plot for a play. He tramped the
streets to do his thinking and planne'd
tho scenario from beginning to end.
Tho night beforo ho had locked him
self In his ofllco at tho Gotham and
In a frenzy of hasto shaped out each
sceno on his typewriter.
Tho manuscript lay at his elbow.
Ho read It through. Suddenly be re
alized that the stuff tell short, of
what ho could not decide. It lacked
reality. Ho compared It with Merry's
drama. Tho story In that rose up out
of tho papor, each character a living,
breathing man or woman. This story
waa dead, absolutely dead. Ho lifted
tho sheets and deliberately tore them
across, gritting his teeth while the
paper zipped, as a man does when he
is In pain.
He picked up a letter wblcb lay be
side him on the desk. It was ad
dressed in Merry's irregular writing.
There was nothing Inside the envelop
but a check for an amount In five
figures. Wentworth glanced at It, then
tore It across. He bad Bent the check
to the actor without a word; It repre
sented the entire royalties on the
"Houso of Estcrbrook." The mall
brought It back to him as It had gono.
A small clock tlckod out the time on
top of the desk. He remembered It
was a ChrlBtmaa gift from Merry. The
ceaseloss round of Its second-hand fas
cinated him.
"It would be great If one could work
as that ridiculous needlo does," be
thought. "It Is such a lifelike thing.
It goes on with a regularity that
fcazes a man, never pausing day or
night, never dropping out or balking
as we humans do when the brain goes
numb. I wondor," Enoch loafed back
In his chair, "I wonder If it Is too late.
to como back. It doea not seem pos
slblo that a man could undergo a phy
sical change In a few months while he
Is still hale and hearty. They say such
a thing does come, though quick as
scat, when your arteries harden, or
something of that sort happens. I'm
forty-two? A man isn't old at forty
two, and yet I feel old today. I sup
pose," ho stared steadily at tho face
of tho littlo clock as If It were a hu
man countenance, "I supposo this is
part of tho scheme they call retribu
tion." Ho uttered the last word in an un
dertone as it sqmo one were within
bearing. There bad been moments
especially In tho dead of night when
he had longed to lay bare his soul to
a father confessor. Tho conscience
worth's say so," cried the old negro.
"I'm gwlno tell him 'bout hit."
When a woman's volco from tho low
er hall answered, Enoch's faco went
pallid white.
"You dippy old black fool, I know
my business. Cabby, tako up that
trunk as I toll you to."
Wentworth could hear Jason expos
tulate again. "Marso Enoch don' know
you'ro comln'. Missy Dorcas am out
en she ain't gib me no orders 'bout
cpmpariy."
"Missy Dorcas!" repeated tho wom
an with a contemptuous laugh. "Get
this out of your noddlo straight away:
I'm not company Miss DorcaB Ib ex
pecting. And hero's a bit of advice,
Iobo your doddoring old Jaw, then an
hounco mo to your master."
Enoch, with a few quick steps,
reached tho top of the stair and leaned
over the balusters. Tho cabman
glancod at his stern faco, then drop
ped tho trunk from his shoulder and
steadied It on thd edge of a step.
"Stay right whero you are," ordered
Wentworth abruptly.
Ho turned to tho woman, who stood
on tho stair. She lifted her faco and
greeted him with a derlslvoJaugh.
'Vlll you bo good enough, Miss
Pagot, to tell me what this Intrusion
means?"
The Englishwoman laughed again.
It was a peculiar laugh, a Bweet, shrill
rlpplo, without a ghost or merriment
In It. It hnd a thrill as of something
domontac. Sho did not answer his
question, but turned to the cabman.
"Tako that trunk up and set it on
tho landing. I can't pass whllo you
block the stair. Then go down and
wait until I call you."
Tho man obeyed. Tho actress
paused on tho top step and looked
down at Jason. "As for you," she
looked at blm with a sneering smile,
"mind your own business now. I havo
announced myself to your master."
Wentworth stood with hl8 band
upon tho railing of the stair. Hla face
was stern and there wero hard linos
about his mouth. Ho held tho door
of tho library opon.
"Como In hero," ho said. There was
no cordiality In his welcome.
Tho actress brushed past him with
a short, unpleasant laugh. Her man
ner wub full of self-confldonco. Went
worth realized that bo had nover seen
her look more beautiful; still bis
pulses did not quicken by a beat. She
wore a gown of strangely lurid blue
which fow women would have dared
to affect. Tho harmony between tho
dead gold of her hair and a willowy
bluo plumo that swept down from hor
hat waB almost startling. Her atti
tude was aggressive and a certaiu
sense of powor lay -behind ber the
atrical entrance Enoch's face settled
into a frown, although his eyes were
full of scowling perplexity. He rapped
the door shut and turned the key in
the lock.
"Now," he demanded sharply, "be
good enough to tell me what this
means."
"Aren't you going to ask me to sit
down?" Tho woman spoke with an
enticing smile.
"No. I have no intention of asking
you to stay so long."
Zllla Paget laughed and sank lan
guidly Into a chair beside the fireplace.
"I would suggest that you sit down,"
sho said suavely.
Enoch shook his head.
"You may get tired before I am
through talking. It will take some
tlmo to discuss this affair."
"What affair?" Wentworth turned
on ber with quiet scorn. "Don't be
which bad slept for monthB awoko
and was raging at him like a demon.
Ho Bat silent, going over his llfo stop
by step from the day when he was
confronted by temptation and fell.
Dorcas had branded him as a thief.
Still sho had kept her word and nover
again questioned the authorship of tho
play. Hor accusation loft a welt In
his 60ul like a stroko from the thin
end of a whip. It was a wolt which
had not healed. Ho knew aho had
spoken the truth. Ho dropped his
head upon his arms. It waa years
slnco ho had said a prayer. Ho had
forgotten tho form that prayer takes.
"God," ho murmured, "If thero. Is
any way for mo to como back and
begin again show mo that way."
Ho did not ralso his head; In an
apathy ho waB listening curiously to
a commotion In the lower part of the
houso. From a wranglo of voices lu
tho hall roso tho clear tones of a
woman. Ho Jumped to his feet with
consternation In his eyes and (lung
tho door opon. Whllo ho stood mo
tlonless listening his forehead wrink
led in perplexity, A cabman was car
rying a trunk upstairs. It was so largo
that it blocked the stairway. A fow
stops below Jason tried In vnln to
pass.
"Yo' ain't got no right to toto dat
trunk up dar without Marso Went
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'I iii lvvjiBflaBi'Yi 1 I
"Tell Me What Thla Means," He De
manded 8harply.
foolish enough to try blackmail. Any
thing llko," bo paused tor a moment
aa if trying to And a suitable word,
"like sentiment for Instance or call
It what you wish died a natural
death ono afternoon whon I tried to
explain things to you. The minute a
woman lets herself go and shows tho
dovll In bor makeup at white heat,
sentiment can die dlo a very sudden
death. Besides, I havo nothing on my
conscience. I treated you as gener
ously na any man would havo dono
under tho circumstances."
MIbb Pagot throw back hor bead and
laughed. "Sit down," sho advised.
"Tills la a different affair entirely.
Do not flatter yourself; thoro Is not
a ghost of sentiment In this."
Enoch walked to tho mantol, leaned
his elbow upon It, and stared down
nt ber. "I'll glvo you exactly ton min
utes to explain what you want; If it
la about your child, I am quite as anx
ious to get blm out of u house as
you are."
"My child! I will relievo your mind
on that point Immediately. It Is not
my child 1 want. It your Bister wants
to play foster-mother, sho la quite
welcomo to him. When I think of If
sho began slowly to draw oft Iwf
gloves, "MIbb Wentworth haa really
dono mo a great favor."
"Obllgo mo then," Enoch's voice waa
full of cold indifference, "by getting
down to business as quickly as pos
sible. You must bo gone before my
Bister comes In." -
"Indeed."-The actress looked up Into
his faco with an Insolent smile. "Why
should wo hurry? I want to ask you
a fow questions. I understand you aro
writing a new play." Sho turned "to
glanco at tho litter of manuscript" on
his desk. "Is thero a part In It for
mo?"
"I havo not bogun to place parts
yet."
"Ah!" Sho watched him with calm
scrutiny. "How Is It coming along!
Will it be as big a go as "Tho Houso'
has been?"
"Ib It any of your business?"
"Probably not; Btlll, 1 am Interested.
I havo boon wondering," Bho Bpoke
Blowly, as if thinking aloud, "If It can
possibly como up to tho expoctations
of tho public. A second play Is often
bucIi a rotter."
' "What In thunder aro you driving
at?" asked Enoch fiercely.
Sho sprang to her feet and faced
him. Thero was a malevolent sneer
in her faco.
"My opinion is that anything you
could do woul 1 bo a rotter."
"Why?"
Zllla Pagot drew one band from ber
muff and pulled out a fow sheetB of
crumpled paper. Sho laid them on
tho table, smoothing them carefully
with the blank sldo up. Suddenly she
turned them over and placed both her
hands firmly on tho paper.
Enoch took a few steps forward and
peered down through his glnsseB. His
gait grew unsteady and his fingers
gripped at the edge of tho tablo. A
purplish flush swept over his cheeks,
then ho became ghastly pale. His very
lips grew white. Thero wcro gray
hollows about his eyes like' tho shad
ows which creep Into a face after
death. His mouth moved, but he did
not utter a word, because his tongue
touched dry lips.
"I knew you would underetand."
murmured tho woman.
Wentworth's hands sprang at her
wrists like tho grip of a wild boast
snatching at Its prey.
"Don't," entreated tho actrcsB. "You
hurt terribly. You do not know how
strong you are. Besides you are fool
ish, horribly foolish. If you should
tear this, it la nothing but Exhibit A.
There nro hundreds of sheets where
It como from. And let mo tell you
they aro where you won't find them."
Wentworth unclasped her wrists,
but his eyea wero blazing with mur
derous fury. He turned with a quick
gesture to tho wail behind him.
Against a rug of Oriental matting
hung a collection of savage weapons.
Tho woman watched blm with cool
unconcern. Ho seemed to be search
ing rapidly with his eyes for some
thing. He laid his band upon a long
thin dagger. Here and there its blado
had rusted to blackness, but Its edge
was deadly keen. He Jabbed tho point
of It Into his blotting pad. It curled
ovor llthely, aa a Ferrara doeB. Then
he glanced at the woman beside the
tablo. His eyes wero glittering with
the bloodthirsty passions of the primi
tive man.
Zllla .Paget lifted a lorgnette which
bung at her wrist by a Jeweled chain.
Sho clicked It open, raised It to ber
eyes and laughed.
"I wonder," Bhe murmured, "If you
realize how ridiculous you look. You
are too wblte-llvered to do such a
thing as that. Besides," Bho glanced
about the sunlit room, "where could
you hide the body?"
Enoch tossed tho blade upon bis
desk and began to walk up and down
the floor. Ho rolled his handkerchief
Into a hard ball and dabbed with it
continual! at his moist forehead. The
woman sat perfectly still. She turned
to fold the sheets of papor, then she
laid one hand upon them and lay back
gracefully In her chair. "
Wentworth turned on her wltb a
sudden question. "How much do you
want for Exhibit A and tho rest of
the evidence?"
She shrugged ber shoulders. "I have
no Intention of selling It."
"Then what's your price?" Enoch's
question snapped llko a pistol shot.
Sho looked up at him wltb a de
risive smile.
"My price Is ridiculously small,
much leBS Jban It Is worth. I am.
mcroly coming here to live."
"You aro coming here to live?
Hero In tho house with my slater?"
"Here In tho houso with your sis
ter," sho repeated mockingly. "Exact
ly. I have taken a fancy to thlB part
of tho city. It Ib rather attractive for
Now York. I think I Bhall enjoy tho
society of your slater. You will not
find me a troublesome guest. I can
tit In happily to your home circle.
Part of my luggage is there In the
hall, you know. The rest Is down
stairs." (TO, BE CONTINUED.)
SICK?
TIRED?
WEAK?
If this describes
your present con
dition you should
immediately get
a bottle of
HOSTETTER'S
STCMACI!
BITTERS
It will help Nature
overcome all Stomach,
Liver and Bowel llls.ro
storo the appotito, pro
mote health and vigor.
AWOKE THE HUNTER INSTINCT
Alert Traveler Evidently Imagined
Providence Had Thown "Game"
Within Hla Reach.
Gilbert Parker, tho English author,
tells of an English gentleman, who re
cently came to thla country to visit
Bomo frlendB In California. "In com
mon with most travelers ho supposed
game was plonttful everywhere In that
stato, so he carried with him the neo
cssary guns and ammunition.
"As his train neared San Bernard
ino Just before making the moun
tain climb thero was a delay. Sev
eral hours passed, and still the train
remained stationary; and our traveler
friend grew restive, and sought the
porter of tho Pullman car to ascertain
tho cauBo of the delay.
"It seems that In mounting the
grado a freight train had broken apart,
tho rear portion having descended the
grado and blocked tho track. The por
ter Informed him of tho accident to
tho freight train, nnd said, 'There Is a
cabooso on tho track.'
"Immediately tho 'hunter Instinct
was awakened; hastening to his berth,
he procured his gun and started foi
the door saying:
" 'Show It to mo! Show it to mo!' "
Oh, That Way!
"It's such'a silly superstition to be
always picking up pins!"
"You may call It a superstition It
you wIbIi, but I know a chap who
makes about $0 a week by doing It."
"How can a fellow gather that
many?"
"He works In a bowling alley."
Judge. "
No Kick Coming From Mule.
"Is that your mule," asked the man
going fishing.
"Yosslr," Bald the colored man, who
was sitting on a log by the road.
"DoeB he kick?"
" 'Deed, mlstuh, be ain't got no cause
to kick. He's glttln' his own way
right along. I'm de one dat's bavin'
de worry an' difficulty."
An Apposite Choice.
Bishop Evans Tyreo at a dinner it
Nashville was asked If ho had any
Idea of preaching on the new fashloni
the backless evening gown, slashed
skirt and so forth.
"No," said the bishop; "such an idea
baa not occurred to me. If, however, I
should preach on the new fashions 1
would assuredly choose my text from.
Revelation."
Up to Data.
He A husband must be obeyed.
She Ob, cut out your must-y philosophy!
Seemed Probable.
Henry Cabot Lodgo of Massachu
setts and a follow senator sat at
lunch in the senato restaurant ono
day, and Lodgo confided In his asso
ciate that ho hoped to die In ofllco.
Tho othor senator noted thut Lodgo
was eating greon npplo plo, with lota
of croam on it, and French sardines
Lodgo'a favorlto noonday repast
"Weil," ho observed, "If you keep on
eating combinations like that maybo
you'll soon got your wish."
Keep Cool
and
Comfortable
Don't spend so much of
your time cooking during hot
weather; and your family will
be healthier without the heavy
cooked foods.
Give them
Post
Toasties
They're light and easily
digested and yet nourishing
and satisfying. No bother in
preparationjust pour from
the package and add cream
and sugar or they're mighty
good with fresh berries or
fruit.
The Memory Lingers"
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