Nebraska Newspapers

    - - .,... - ,.
l-ft
I
RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
GfeLAPdE oA
EiSOCHMJSTWOFm
0- ISABEL GOKDON CURTIS
Author jf "The Woman Jrom Wolverifono"
ILLUSTRATIONS dr ILUWOKm YOUNG-
COPYRIGHT; 1914 BY F.C.DROWNE fa. CO.
8YNOP8I3.
Enoch Wontorth, Journalist, nnd An
idrew Merry, nctor, play 11 hand nt poker,
'the stake absoluto control of thn future
of tho loser. Wontworth wins. Thoy do
iclrfn In kfon llm mnttar secret. Dorcas.
knowing from her tirntlior, Enoch, of
iMnrru'ti miwlttnKmrn trlna In nrnllMI, Ills
ambition. Andrew outlines tho plot of a
lay ho linn had In mind nml Alio urges
Im to go to work on It. When tho piny
In 'completed Merry rcmln It to Wont-
worth, wiioho llfo-nmbltlon In to write a
successful piny. He demands Merry's
play as n forfeit of tho bona won in tno
pokor game. I'rcpnrntlona for nlaujng tho
uny tiro iiegun, nut Merry, wno is m tune
he leading part, In missing. Dorcas
proves a success In tho leading female
art nt rnnoarsnis. hiio quarrois wun nnr
irother for taking credit for a play she
knows to belong to Merry. Dorcas finds
Merry among tho down-and-outs In n
bread linn and persuades him to tnko his
part In tho play. Tho producer suggests
carxain cuangcs in me piny, which wmi
worth trios to Induce Merry to mako. Thn
actor refuse, but finally consents on con
dition that Wentworth cease his atten
tions to Zllla Paget, the heavy woman In
the play, who has a bad reputation. Tho
play proves n great success. Dorcns ac
cuses hor brother of theft. Tho blind
child of Zllla Paget appears and Is heart
leaaly repudiated by the mother. Zllla
Paget nnrts evidenco mat weniwonn is
not the author of the play and forces her-
If In as a momber of tho Wentworth
luaehold.
CHAPTER XVIII Continued.
'A. wave of scarlet swept over
Enoch's face.
"To think of Merry squaring up
Ithrough you. It's the most Infernal
lachomo ever concocted."
"That's a bally bad guess of yours.
(Merry does not como Into this at nil."
"Whero did you get thesoT" Enoch
poke fiercely and pointed to tho
sheets of paper that lay under hor
hand.
"It's rather an unusual story. Sit
down and I'll tell It to you. If you nro
searching for a plot for that new play
of yours, you might find this worth
while." v
Wontworth throw himself Into tho
chair In front of his desk and wiped
beads of perspiration from his forehead.
"Did you ever hear of Qoorgo Volk?"
tasked Miss Paget.
Enoch's forehead corrugated Into a
jwuled frown.
"I- met him In London seven years
go," sho continued, "and I was such
bally fool I married him. In those
days he waB a horolc looking figure. It
70a saw him as he Is today you might
ay I had showed poor taste."
Wentworth sat staring at her with
alien curiosity.
"I havo found out that he Is In New
Tork and that ten years ago ho had
(been married here. Also that his wife
1 . iif
it'
1IRL1
"Yes, Curse Itl" Repeated Zllla With
an Amused Laugh,
and child aro allvo. Interesting sit
uation. Isn't It? Digamy releases a
woman, though I had not felt terribly
fettered. I havo Georgo Volk to thank
for bringing that brat across. It was
tone of his masterly Uttlo schemes of
revenge. Then, In a curious way, I
learned that Volk'a wifo Is tho woman
you call Allco Bourno. Ho laid a
scheme to get money out of her yes
terday. I got a dotcctlvo and planned
to face blm when ho reached his
wife."
"What the devil has Volk nnd your
matrimonial affairs to do with that?"
Wentworth pointed to tho shoots of
paper besldo her on tho tabic
"Don't be In such a blooming hurry.
I tell you the situation Is dramatic.
I went to the houao whero Allco Volk
lives In Harlem oh, I was disguised,
I tell you; you would never havo
known mo. Tho detective got in tirst
and opened tho area door, I slipped
in and waited. Ho was to give me a
signal when Volk arrived. A servant
camo clumping down tho collar stairs
latter coal. I hid In a closot wlioro
Ithey storo trash and wasto paper."
' Enoch's eyes narrowed and a yellow
(pallor crept over his face. "Curse It?"
lie spoke In a hoarse whisper.
"Yes, curse It!" repeated Zllla Paget
-with asK amused laugh. "My wordl it
was n. blooming auccr accident! 1
closed tho door, tho latch caught and
I couldn't get out. Thero I was,
lockod In that beastly liolo. I struck
a match. It wnB lucky I had a mutch
box along. Then I found an electric
light. The first thing my eyen lit on
among that .wasto was a sheet of pa
per. I picked It up. I had seen tho
writing before."
"Whose wna It?" stammorod Wont
worth. "Whoso was It? Don't put up that
bluff on me," cried tho actress scorn
fully. "It waB Merry's, of courBo. You
recognized It In a second. It was the
last speech I made In tho second act
as It used to bo boforo you, tho
author, changed it."
"Well," cried Enoch fiercely. The
woman paused and turnod to him with
an amused smllo.
"I had forgotten about Ocorgo Volk.
Ho never showed up. Ho does not
count anyway. I found tho whole play
In that closet"
"Then what did you do?" Enoch's
faco was full of hatred and defiance
His eyes flamed with tho tumult of an
animal at bay.
"Thero waB only one thing to do."
Zllla Paget lay back in tho chair and
smoothed tho chinchilla of her muff
caressingly. "Of course I brought It
away with mo, every scrap of it. You
would not havo let such a valuable
aBsct Into tho hands of a duBtman,
would you? Thero nro only two pages
missing. Do you care to seo It?"
"Damn you, no! I havo no wish to
see it," snarled Wentworth. '
"Any fool can tell at a glance It is
a first draft. Merry must have written
llko mad. Thero 1b hardly a chango
In It. Except for my own rolo, every
lino stands almost as It was written."
Enoch suddenly leaned forward In
his chair. "You think you'vo got the
strangle hold on mo?"
MIbb Paget laughod triumphantly.
"The strangle hold! You Americans
havo such Jolly strong words! That's
great tho strangle hold."
Sho roso and folded tho pages of
manuscript, put them in her bag, then
sho drow off her coat and hung it on
tho chair behind her. She lifted a
gold caso from the pocket, picked out
a cigarette, and scratching a match
lit it, blowing a delicate- ring of smoke
across' tho room. It flitted Into Went
worth's face.
"I always knew," Bhe bent over to
drop a fleck of nshea on a tray be
sldo her, "or rather I havo guessod for
a long tlmo, that you did not writo
Tho Houso of Efltorbrook.' "
"What gavo you that Impression?"
"For one thing, everybody tells how
you and Merry wero friends once
Castor and Pollux sort of guyB, don't
you know. You hato each other now.
An owl could sod that with its eyes
Bhut."
"If you over left tho atago you could
mako big money In the detcctlvo busi
ness." Enoch laughed harshly. ,
"Perhaps," Bho acceded. "Then I
havo rehearsed too many plays not to
know tho author .when I bump Into
him. I know months ago that Merry
wrote 'Tho Houso,' but I could not
prove It You haven't got it In you
to do that sort of work."
"Thank you." Enoch laughod un
steadily. "Hero'B tho who. I'tuatlon. If MIbb
Wentworth and you do not fancy hav
ing me here us a guest, no better
word than that pecurs to me now,
Grant Oswald might bo Interested; at
least he might Insist on paying the
royalties to tho author. Or, I could
get a fancy price for the story from a
Now York paper. I am told thoy pay
tremendously on this side for a rip
ping sensation. This would mako one,
don't you say so yoursolf?"
"My God!" Enoch stared at hor
with despcrnto eyes.
Miss Paget roso, unpinned her hat
and tossed It upon tho tablo. Sho
stood surveying Wentworth with n
gleam of amusomont In her eyes. Than
Bho crossed tho room and leaned out
at tho window. "HI, thero, Cabby,"
Bho called, "wnko up. Bring In the
reBt of that luggage"
although n quiver In her chin belled
tho bravery.
"Jason, don't ask mo again to tako
you with mo," sho pleaded. "If you do
j shall weaken. I do not know where
I am going mysolf. I have nowhere
to tako you. I shall miss you terribly,
you understand that But you must
stay hero and look after Enoch and
tho house and everything. You are
needed hero as you never wero In your
llfo before."
"Fo dc Lawd sako, tako mo wld yo
Missy, I'll sleep anywhar. A corner
in a cellar '11 do fo' mo."
"Undo Jason, do you remembor tho
story you havo told about mother
leaving you to caro for Enoch and
mo? Sometimes I think of that day.
You wheeled mother out on the piazza
whero tho locust trees wero In bloom,
nnd I almost believe that you did not
tell mo, but that I remembor It my
self." "Yes, honey." Tho tears rolled down
tho negro's wrinkled face. "Sho called
to Lucy to bring yo' out. Yo' wan't
nuflln but or Uttlo pink faco en two
doubled-up flats dat wan't oz big ez a
cotton blossom."
Tho old man paused to wipe his
eyes with a red bandanna handker
chief. "And sho said?" continued Dorcas.
Tho girl was trying to smllo.
"Sho said, 'Promlso me, Jason, ez
long ez yo' lives, to caro fo' my baby,
my sweet Uttlo gal baby, she'll never
remembor she saw her mother. Take
caro ob her, Jason, oz if de Lawd his
self had gib hor in yo' charge.' I
promised, honey," tho husky voice
died. away in a Bob; "I called de Lawd
to witness right thar dat I'd look out
fo' yo' all my life, ez well ez an ol'
darky could do."
"You have done It, Uncle Jason."
Dorcas took tho sooty hand between
her palms. "If mother could know
how faithfully you havo filled your
promlso and somehow I feel, Uncle
Jason, that sho does know sho would
say that you havo tho whitest soul God
over put Into a black body."
"Oh Lawdy, MUsy, can't I como wld
yo'? I don' need no money. Yo'
needn't pay fo' mo anywhar "
"Jason, you blessed old saint, It Isn't
monoy I am considering. I havo plenty
of monoy. Mother left Enoch in your
caro as much as sho did mo. You
havo told mo that"
Tho negro bowed his head solemnly.
"Won't you stay with him?"
Jason pointed to tho inner door of
tho vestibule. "Honey, what's a-goln'
to happen? Do yo' .reckon dat Marse
Enoch'B a-goln' to marry dat pus
son?" "Jason, I don't know. Only you
must stay here."
"I will." Tho old servant spoke
with slow lmpresslvcness. " 'Fore de
Lawd, I will, Missy."
Sho ran down tho steps. Jason fol
lowed to close the carriage door when
she entered. As they moved away,
Dorcas leaned out to glance at the
homo which had been hers since
school days ended.
"Drive mo to tho Gotham Theater,"
said Dorcas; "then I wish you to tako
this little boy to Harlem."
acntly each quick scuff of tho broom.
Onco tho maid dropped It and the
stick fell on tho floor with a startling
rap. Occasionally her dragging foot
steps clattered across a bit of bare
floor or Bho paused to thump tho pil
lows vigorously. Dorcas was roused
from her reverlo by tho Imperative
call of tho telephono. Sho listened
whllo Mrs. BUlerwoll answered It
Then tho doorbell rang and she heard
Morry's volco. Sho began to grope
about tho dim room In search of
matches to light tho gas. Sho was still
In darkness whon ho tapped at the
door.
Andrew seated himself In a shadowy
corner bcBldo the window. A glimmer
of light from a street lamp fell upon
tho girl's faco. In her eyes waB an
appealing loneliness which he had
never Been before.
"Miss Dorcas," ho began with gravo
gentleness, "what can I do for you?
You know mo fairly well. 'There Ib
nothing heroic about mo. I doubt if
I could fight a duel. It makes me
shiver even to touch a pistol but 1
am ready to stand up to be shot at If
It will make things easier for you."
"I bellevo you would," said Dorcas
with an unsteady laugh.
"I Bwear I would," he assured her
with simple gravity. Tho girl felt
docply moved.
"Thero will not bo any shooting, and
I don't know exactly what you can do
for mo. I don't even know what to
ask you to do. I thought of turning
to Mr. Oswald at first I didn't I felt
I could come to you moro easily."
"Thank you for saying that." An
eager happiness flushed Into tho man's
BBBBBBBSbW mvft .MSBBBBSaslSBiSKy1slS
MLS
WM
rf I'M!
"Fo' de Lawd'a Sake, Take Me Wld
Yo', Missy."
CHAPTER XIX.
A Break In the Waverly Place Home.
"Thero la another bit of baggago."
Dorcas spoko to tho cabman, who
stood besldo a carrlago in front of tho
Waverly Place houso. Ho lifted Ut
tlo Robin and net him on a seat 'with
a grip besldo him. Dorcas paused with
her hand on tho carriage door.
"Walt," sho ordered, as tho man
turned to go In tho Uoubo; "horo
comes Jason with a vallae.
Tho cabman lifted It from tho hands
of tho old negro and awung It up ,on
tho front Beat
"JaBon," Bnid tho girl, beckoning to
him as alio ran up tho steps of tho
house. Tho servant followed her. Thoy
stood under tho dull gleam of a lamp
In tho vestibule. Sho laid her lingers
on tho nob of tho inside door and hold
It pB one dooB whon in fear of an In
truder. "Jason," Bho ropentocl, "I
want to talk with you for a ralnuto."
"Yes, Mlifay." Thero wna a tremor
In the old nogro's volco.
Dorcaa stood gazing at him steadily,
CHAPTER XX.
An Everyday Miracle.
That night, when the curtain fell
upon the third act, Dorcas turned eag
erly to Merry. "You are my friend?"
sho whispered.-
"Miss Dorcas," tho actor's voice was
profoundly gravo, but his eyes smiled,
"I would bestrido the whirlwind or sot
my foot upon a cyclone for you."
Tho girl lifted her eyes with a swift
glancp. Sho remembered tho lino It
waa ono tho actor used to Bpeak in
"Tho King at Large."
"I believe you would." Hor volco
was low and Impetuous. "I need a
friend, a strong, patient, wise friend,
as I never did In my life before."
"Miss Dorcas, you make me wish
this moment that I wero a Samson and
a Solomon. I am not Btrong or very
'wise, but I am patient, and thero la
no task upon God's earth that I would
not try to do for you. You believe me,
don't you?"
Tho crimson blood flushed into her
face.
"Yes." Her voice waB scarcely aud
ible. ''The curtnln began to ascend for
an encore. "Come to Airs, uiucrweus
tomorrow night I am going thero to
stay with Alice over Sunday. I need
your help."
Ho regarded her curiously for a mo
ment. "I will como," ho answered gravely.
Then ho took her hand and led her
down to tho footlights.
On Sunday evening DorcaB sat star
ing down Into a crowded street of
Harlem. Under tho vivid glare of
electricity tho city looked sordidly
ugly. It was a strange contrast to her
own nome. ino uoubo at vvaveriy
Placo had retained much of Its stately
old-tlmo dignity and Us outlook upon
tho thrco-Bhadcd square was quiet and
pleasant Upon Harlem's sidewalk
throngs of children romped and
shrieked in tho midst of a city's din.
A balmy wind had been blowing all
day long and had driven a wintry chill
from tho air. Kuots of women sat
talking on doorsteps or thoy leaned
out to gossip from adjacent windows.
A gilt clock on the mantel struck
seven. DorcaB roso, opened tho door,
and stood listening. On the lower
floor sho heard a door slam. Sho was
trying to separato Insistent noises of
tho atreot from everyday household
bustle. Sho heard Mrs. BUlerwell give
an order to a servant, then Julio
laughed merrily, nnd a light footstep
sounded on tho stair. On tho other
sido of tho wall u sorvnnt was pre
paring a room for her. Sho heard tho
girl elam n window and begin to move
furniture- about, whllo castors
equeaked rebclltously. Then sho fell
to sweeping, and Dorcas counted ab-
face which seemed to warm each fea
ture beneath tho surface.
Dorcas stood, before him trembling
and Irresolute. "It is, so hard loving
my brother aa I do to sit in Judgment
on him or to discuss him, even with
you. You love Enoch, or rather you
did once?" sho asked quickly.
Merry nodded.
"Slnco things went wrong between
you," Dorcas hesitated for a moment,
"since that tlmo ho has changed; you
cannot reallzo how ho has changed.
Still, we wero together and alone, and
I kept thinking that the old happy
dayB would come back."
She stopped short and Merry's
browB wrinkled Into lines of perplex
ity. "What has happened? What can
I do to help you?"
"Yesterday," she began hurriedly,
"when I went home after the matinee,
Jason stood waiting in the vestibule
for mo. He did not say a word, but
I knew that something had happened.
I pushed him aside and ran upstairs.
I could think of nothing but that
Enoch had been taken ill. As I passed
the hall rack I noticed the queer um
brella Miss Paget carries. It has a
tlgor's head for a handle you remem
ber it? Even in my anxiety I thought
how Btrange It should be there. When
I reached the library sho sat beside
the Are, reading a magazine."
"Where waa Enoch?"
"In his Uttlo study, with tho door
locked. He camo out when she began
to talk to mo."
"What did Bho want?"
"Andrew," tho tears sprang to the
girl's eyes, "that woman has come to
llvo In our homo."
"To live In your homo!" Mer
ry's voice .had an Incredulous tone in
It. "Enoch has not-r-marrlod Zllla
Paget?"
"I do not know, I cannot under
stand. I think that Enoch hates her,"
"Then why Is Bho there?"
" do not know."
"Ho didn't explain?"
"No. He looked like a thunder
cloud. Bhe talked. She .said she had
come to llvo In our houso Her clothes
wero unpacked. She has taken the
spare room. Hor things, a lorgnette,
and 'a scarf and gloves wero scattered
about the library."
"Enoch must be Insane I"
"Oh I" cried Dorcas. Sudden horror
flashed Into hor face. "Oh! you don't
think that?"
"No. I'm a beast to havo frightened
you. It la not that Enoch la us sane
as you nro."
"Then what haB changod him?" Her
eyes searched his faco with a piteous
scrutiny. "You know, Won't you tell
mo?"
"I think it Is" Tho man hesitated
for a word which, would not hurt "Yes,
he haB changed. Ho la not the same
old Enoch. I cannot account for this.
He promised mo faithfully to drop her
for keeps."
"Months ago. Ho hoe kept his prom
lso until now I know he haB. The
strange pnrt of it Is, tho woman her
Belt hates him. She Bays vile things
about htm."
"To you?"
"No, not to me I" cried Merry
quickly. "Sho novor speaks to me.
Wo havo reached tho freozlng point In
our acquaintance."
DorcaB roso and walked to tho win
dow" with her hands clasped tightly
together. Thero were grave questions
to bo decided and burdens to be lifted
strange, unaccustomed burdens.
She began to speak in a strango, tone
less volco.
"I don't know what I'm going to do.
Ever since I was a little girl there was
Enoch. I never had anybody clso be
longing to mo, only I novor mlBscd
them, for I had him."
Sho stretched out hor hands ae a
child might havo dono and raised her
face to tho man beside hor as If In
appeal for help and guidance. Ho took
her flngors between his own with a
swift grasp, caught hor In his arms,
and kissed hor.
"Dorcas, tell mo, tell me the truth.
Do you lovo mo?"
Their eyes met, and tho girl under
stood. A bewildering happlnoBB which
transfigured life throbbed through her
heart nnd body. Merry's face was
luminous, his eyes shone, he seemed
transfigured, in 'one abrupt moment,
from a listless visionary to a man
allvo with' manly vitality.
Dorcas heard the moments ticked
out by tho Uttlo gilt clock on tho man
tel. Tlmo did not count ) The world
had changed. She realized what hap
piness meant, a happiness which
closed a door upon every intolerant
thins In tho world. Sho remembered
how In tho play sho had simulated,
night after night, tho Joy of a woman
as Bho met her lover. She had spent
days In working up that semblance of
radiant gladneBs. Sho had played the
sceno many tlmea to an outburst of
applauso, now she smiled, It seemed bo
palo and Ineffectual to her today.
Andrew put his Angers under her
chin, raised her faco, and looked into
hor eyes.
"Dearest," he asked, "are you sure
suro that you love mo?"
"Yes," Bho whispered.
"Listen, don't answer for a minute.
I wnnt you to understand. I would
not bo satlBfled unless I have every
thing. I want you to trust me, to be
llevo In me, and to love me as a wom
an llko you could lovo a man. one
night, monthB ago, I had It In my
henrt tn nnk VOU this. That night I
felt like a man who, lonely and cold,
trampa through the streets of a city
looking Into flrellt, happy homes. That
night I wanted your love, your faith
yourself. You know the night I mean,
when you pulled mo out of hell and
set my feet on the high road. Then
you might have given me pity, per
haps" '
Dorcaa interrupted him. She put
up her hand and pushed aside tho lock
of hair which had Btrayed over his
forehead.
"I do not think, then, it would havo
been pity alone," Bho confessed.
Ho took her In his arms again. "A
man ought to havo pride and manli
ness enough," ho said passionately, "to
want hla wife to love him without one
touch of pity. And yet, I have wanted
you so long. I have not a hoet of
friends, like somo men. I ab lonely.
Llfo has been so empty for me. I want
a homo, whero a wife Is waiting to
welcome mo and little children, dear."
He lifted her hand nnd kissed It "You
would think mo a foolish fellow if I
confessed the dreama I have bad. I
have dreamed of you opening the door
of our home, of you coming to meet
me with a smile and outstretched
arms. I have dreamed of feeling your
kiss upon my lips, of holding you
cloBe to my heart as I do now. I have
been dreaming foolish dreams like
those," he laughed tremulously, "since
that night in November, and I have
scarcely dared to hope that you even
believed In me."
Dorcas smiled Into hlB eyes. "I have
always believed In you. I never lost
faith In you or in your genius for
ono moment And," ehe pauBed as if
making confesalon, "I havo loved you
for a long time, ever since that night,
tho same night, when you came back
and I was so happy."
"That night," said Andrew, "was the
miracle moment of my life'
"Was It bo wonderful as that?" she
whispered.
"Whon I think, dearest, of what you
havo stood for to me, It is a miracle."
"It ie an everyday miracle!"
"Thero are no everyday miracles,"
said Merry. Tnen no aissea ner
again. '
She turned away from him to Btare
out at tho window again: On the side
walks the rush of city life went on
tumultuouBly. Half an hour before
she had thought the Btroot sordid and
ugly. It had changed. The street
lights, now clear and white, were
circled aboiit by lovely haloe. The
voices of the children were sweeter
and gentler. Next door the servant,
who waB still at work, sang a lilting
Irlah ballad. Through It ran a con
stant iteration of "My own sweet lad.';
"Dorcas," Mowy bpoko nesitaungiy,
"you said you trusted mo?"
' "I do." The girl raised her head
with a quick gesture.
"I cannot explain now," he began.
"I cannot aak you to bo my wife until
something which looks like an utter
tangle has "been Btralghtoned our Can
you go otr trusting, even It I cannot
explain?"
"Yes," DorcaB laughed. "I can go
on trusting you Indefinitely."
i'Don't," ho crlod, "don't say Indefi
nitely. I want you now, darling, and
forever."
(TO DE CONTINUED.)
Soups
Soup making is an art Why trouble
with soup redriet when the bett chefs
la the country are at your service? A
few cane of Libby'e Soup on your pantry
helf assures 'you of the correct flavor,
ready la a few minutes. There are
Tomato, Vegetable, Chicken, Oxtail, Coo
soaame, Mock Turtle and other kinds.
Your grocer has them,
Ubby, M'Neill A Libby
Chicago' .
"
I FI1H .JBSBBBBBBBk' UlriSSl
REAL HOME FOR THE HOLE
Finds Secure Abiding Place After
Period of Troublous
Panderings.
Everett P. Dahlgren, the millionaire
opponent of woman suffrage, said at
a suffrage dobato in Boston:
"I always declare that woman
shouldn't enter politics till sho's ful
filled all hor prior duties.
"Prior duties! Prior duties! So
a young lady mocked mo ono day.
'What do you men mean by these
"prior duties" that you're always talk
ing about, Mr. Dahlgren?'
"So then I told tho young lady this
story:
"Onco upon a time, I began, a little
hole was born; and it looked around
to see where It should tako up its
abode.
"It first decided on a window, but a
man camo straightway and put in a
now pane. It next chose a chair seat,
but the housowlfe sent for a caner,
nnd In a Jiffy a now seat was put In
tho chair. The hole now selected a
baby's rattle' and tho baby was so
pleased that It began to tear the rat
tle to pieces, and the poor hole, halt
crazed with fright, had Just time to
escape. It threw Itself, moro dead
than alive, into tho first thing that
came to hand, .which happened to be
the sock of a suffragist's husband.
"There, at least, tho hole seems to
havo found a real home. Its pease
has not been troubled from the be
ginning, six months ago."
Died With Fortune Near.
That Benjamin Vance, prospector,
whose body was found In a gully at
the base of a 500-foot cliff near Palo
Itlto pass recently, was killed after
locating a rich mineral vein is the
belief of S. J. Vance of Tekemah,
Neb., his brother. In the prospector's
cabin were a number of high-grade
oro samples, cached tn a secret pas
sageway. Crestone (Colo.) Dispatch
to Denver Post.
In London.
Dressmaker If I were you, madam,
I would havo the skirt slashed up the
front, and it would look well to have
tho oleoves slashed up tho side, and
the bodice slashed for insert' on the
front '
Tourist Hold on, pleaael Do you
take mo for a fighting suffragette?
Also Barren of Wealth.
"So that foreign suitor of Ethel's
turned out to be no baron after all."
"Oh, he waa a baron, all right
Baron Munchausen."
Barring hand organs,
comes out of everything.
some good
Every girl on earth Imagines that
she would mako an Ideal wife.
I 'i
Cleanliness is next
to Godliness change
clothes' frequently
big wash of course
not much trouble
though. Use RUB-NO-MORE
CARBO NAPTHA
SOAP. No rubbing -clothes
soon on line
sweet and clean.
RUB-NO-MORE
CARBO NAPTHA
SOAP should also
be used to wash
tho finest fabric. It
purifies the linens.
Makes it sweet and
sanitary. Itdoesnol
need hot water.
Carbo Disinfects Naptha Cleans
' RUB-NO-MORE RUB-NO-MORE
Carbo Niptha Soip Washing Powder
Five Cents All Grocers
The Rub-No-More Co., Ft.Wayne.Ind.
University of Notre Dame
NOTRE DAME, INDIANA -
Thorough Education. Moral Training. Twenty
0110 coureru lending to ilrcrees lu Clanlcs,
Modern Letters, JouniftlUui.X'olltlcul Economy,
Commert'e. CliemUlry, Biology, ruannauy,
Engineering, Arcblleuturo, Law.
Preparatory School, various courses.
For Catalogues address
BOX II, NOTRE DANE, INDIANA
PATENTSSSHiif
aaWk?
IW. &lfB
fi
i
Y
A
HllKi;
1, . - ...
-ju..
XuU
J.,wVik4i ,
l- tJ.ft.'Jt ....,-r1L..I?l 1
,-i-rf,JiwwS. jAli,
JU&A
&.,, wMfl,? v.,.f .fS,
U;...i..i, .it,.
Ai.'.jltefl ..'rtcJui-M
40. ,w
--
...M J' ".'S