Tike Jacket Sale
A Great Opportunity to Buy
Women's and Misses Jackets
This Sale includes every Spring Jacket in our stock
whether Women's or Misses, and offers an unequal
led opportunity for the selection of a light Jacket, suit
able for traveling or cool evening wear. Note the
tremendous reductions offered NOW. There is a
good range in Black and Colored Cloth Jackets in the
most approved tailored styles.
$5.00
$7.50
3-Jackets CI fa fifi
Worth $15 to $27.50, at P -Ll.UU
Lot 1 Jackets
Worth 6.00 to 16.50 at
Lot 2-Jackets
Worth $10 to $20, at
Lot 3-Jackets
The Great -Suit Sale
Still offers Splendid Bargain Opportunities
THIS SALE includes every cloth suit in our stock, all this sea
sons styles Suits that are well tailored and made of excellent
materials. Colors: dark, medium and light and you will get
good service out of them for cool day wear and for traveling.
There is still a good range of sizes but they are going fast.
Lot No. 1 includes Suits worth 15.00 to
20.00, Choice at
Lot No. 2 includes Suits worth 20.00 to
35.00, Choice at -
Lot No. 3 includes Suits worth 27.50 to
45.00, Choice at
$10
$15
$20
A moderate charge will be
made for alterations
MILLER & PAINE
DON'T WAKE 'EM UP!
At Long A They Sleep They Are
Perfectly Harmless.
What did you tell that man just
now?
I to'.d him to hurry.
What right have you to tell him to
hurry? .
I pay him to hurry.
What do you pay him?
Five shillings a day.
Where do you get the money to pay
him?
I sell bricks.
Who makes the bricks?
He does.
How many bricks dots he make?
Twenty-four men can make 24,000
bricks a day.
How much do bricks sell for?
Seventeen shillings and six-pence
j thousand.
Tou give him five shillings and keep
the rest!
Sure!
Then, instead of you paying him, he
really pays you twelve shillings and
sixpence a day for standing around
and telling him to hurry?
Well, but I own the machinery.
How did you get it?
Sold bricks and bought It.
Who made those bricks?
Shut up you will wake the fools
up and then tney will make bricks
lor themselves. British Workman.
ILLINOIS LAW VOID.
Women Not Allowed to Work More
Than Ten Hours- Daily.
Score one decision in favor of la
bor and by a state supreme court.
The supreme court of Illinois has juut
declared valid the law limiting the
employment of women to not more
than ten hours.
The court reversed Judge Tuth;ll
of Chicago, who had issued an In
unction ordering District Attorney
Wayman and State Factory Inspector
Davles not to proceed against violat
ors of the law. Judge Tuthill claimed
that the law limited the right of free
dom of contract.
Supreme Justice Haud, author of
the opinion, said:
"To require a woman to stand on
her feet for ten hours a day and per
form severe manual labor while thus
standing, has the effect to impair her
health.
"As weakly and sickly women can
not be mothers of vigorous children,
it is of the greatest importance to tho
public that the state take measures
to protect the women."
A number of legislatures are consid
ing employers' liability laws; more
are looking into child labor problems;
in nearly every state where legisla
tures are or have been in session at
tention is given to sanitary laws.
The proud and haughty Sugar Trust
has "caved in" to its despised Slav
workmen, who struck for higher
wages and better treatment at Wil
liamsport, near New York. Only 2,800
men involved.
THE STUDY OF LIZA ANN
A Character That Was Not Read
Aright by the Author.
By AGNES G. BROGAN.
(Copyright, 1910, by American Press Asso
cia tion.
Lawrence Stanton had gained his
reputation as a great author through
a faithful portrayal of types. He de
termined now to combine business
with pleasure and take a trip to some
unfrequented mountainous country
where he might come in contact with
the people and make a study of tbem
in order to weave a story about them.
He especially desired to find one char
acter, an ignorant and attractive young
girl; but, though many could easily an
swer the first requirement, the latter
was always missing until he met her.
This was the day that be had fol
lowed the lonely trail up and up,
through sunshine and shadow, until he
came upon her suddenly where she
was sitting upon a fallen log. She
arose, startled at Stanton's appearance.
"Don't go." he said quickly. "I am
only resting for a few moments."
She hesitated, pulling at her bonnet
strings undecidedly as he lit bis pipe.
Then curiosity overcame prudence.
"Whar you from?" she asked.
He waved a hand indefinitely toward
the east. "My home is over there," he
said. "And yours?" The girl dashed
a smile at him aud imitated the vague
movement of his arm.
"Up thar," she answered.
Stanton laughed. "Got a mother and
father?" he asked. She nodded vig
orously. "And what is your name, O maid of
the mountains?"
She resumed her seat upon the fallen
log. "Liza Ann," she answered, and
then, "What you here for?"
"I am here." said Stanton gravely,
"to obtain information which may be
valuable to me in the production of a
book."
Liza Ann looked puzzled.
"Did you ever read a book, my
child?"
She shook her head.
"Have you ever been away from
home. Liza Ann, farther away than,
the village?"
"Never been nowhar," said the girl
contentedly. Then she looked up at
"yOU WILL MAURY THE BEAUTIFUL LAST."
him. "Tell me about that place whar
you come from."
And Stanton told her.
Slowly the sun sank down behind the
tall trees. Liza Ann slipped to the
ground. "I'm goin'," she said.
"You will come here tomorrow after
noon, will you not?" Stanton begged.
He intended to have his notebook with
him then. "I will bring a book to
show you, with pictures of the places
we have been talking about."
Liza Ann smiled delightedly. "Yaas,
I'll come," she drawled, and Stanton
wondered how she could run so lightly
and gracefully up the mountain path
in the heavy shoes that were so many
sizes too large.
He had just settled himself comfort
ably at the same picturesque spot upon
the following day when Liza Ann ap
peared. Her shyness seemed to have
vanished, for she responded merrily to
his sallies, then silently turned the
pages of the book which he had
brought, while Stanton wrote rapidly,
pausing to look up at her from time to
time.
She came again and again at the
mau's bidding to sit beside him as he
worked. Stanton studied her moods
and emotions as a naturalist might an
alyze some wonderful butterfly, while
the book progressed rapidly. He
brought his camera, too, and took
many successful pictures of the obedi
ent little subject. The one which
pleased him most was that of Liza
Ann just as be had first seen her, the
sunshine sifting down through the
leafy trees to rest upon her upturned
face. This, he decided, would make a
charming frontispiece for the new
book. She was very proud of the copy
of the photograph which he gave her.
So the golden days passed, and later,
when the early moon came peeping
over the mountain peak, they would
walk together up and up the fragrant
pathway. On one of these evenings be
told her such parts of the story as he
thought she might understand of the
winsome girl who lived In a log cabin
home and dressed in calico.
"That's me!" cried Liza Ann and
clapped her hands gleefully.
Then he told her of the beautiful
lady who wore satins and jewels. She
looked up at him with startled, widen
ing eyes.
"Who's that?" she demanded.
"That, my child," Stanton answered,
with an odd smile, "is only a woman
of the world."
"I don't like her," the girl burst out
passionately; "1 don't like her." And
in a moment she had left him.
The man laughed amusedly. He
knew that she would come back to
him again, and she did. He found her
waiting at the old trysting place on
the night that he was going away.
Her face was very pale in the moon
light. "What a doleful Liza Ann!" he
teased. She looked at him dumbly.
"I will come back, little one," the
man comforted. "You must not forget
me, and one day you shall lead me up
the lonely trail again, while I tell yon
how much I have missed you since we
said goodby."
The girl raised her dark and solemn
eyes to his. "You will never come
back," she said quietly.
Stanton laughed. "Well," he answer
ed evasively, "there will be the book to
finish, first, and then"
"Then," said Liza Ann in that same
dull monotone, "you will marry the
beautiful lady."
Stanton did not reply to this. "Good
by, my little mountain maid," he said.
"I will send the book to you, and re
member that the man who wrote it
will be thinking of you always."
"I don't want your book!" she burst
out fiercely.
He tried to put his arm about her,
but she darted from bim and went
running fleetly up the narrow path.
Far above a mossy bank lay bathed
in moonlight. Stanton, watching, saw
the girl pause a moment here and then
throw herself face downward upon the
ground. The man lit a cigar leisurely,
then picked up his valise. Still the lit
tle figure lay quite motionless. "Strange
creatures these," he said musingly and
continued his journey downward.
Much work had accumulated during
Stanton's absence, and he was very
busy for some time after reaching
home. Then he returned to the book
once more, walking to and fro as was
his custom wh"e thinking out the de
tails of a story. Often he would pause
before the picture of Liza Ann which
had been" placed upon the mantelshelf.
He seemed to gain inspiration from
the witchery of her laughing face.
Another picture stood near in a gold
en frame that of a woman serene and
beautiful who was wearing a wonder
ful gown. The author ended bis walk
abruptly this evening and seated him
self to read the paper; then, with a
sharp exclamation, he looked more
closely at the printed page. The pic
ture from the mantelshelf in some
unaccountable way had been trans
ferred to the paper before him. Liza
Ann, seated upon n fallen log. the old
sunbonnet framing her tangled curls,
smiled happily out upon the world
with childish wonder in her eyes. Be
neath the picture Stanton read, "Miss
Judith Jerrold, who is appearing at
the Star theater this week in 'The
Transformation of Liza Ann.' "
Feverishly the man turned to the
theatrical notes: "Miss Judith Jer
rold comes to the Star theater this
week In a new play which has been,
written expressly for her by Henry
Clayton. Miss Jerrold has been spend
ing the summer months in a remote
part of the mountains, resting after an
exhausting winter season and study
ing the speech and mannerisms of the
simple folk who will live upon the stage
in Mr. Clayton's production of 'The
Transformation of Liza Ann.' There
are many emotional actresses. There
is but one Judith Jerrold, and she will
move us to laughter and tears with
the mishaps of Liza Ann."
Stanton jumped to his feet. It was
late, but he must see her tonight, must
know for a very certainty the truth.
Half bewildered, he entered the the
ater and sat through the performance
as one in a dream. The great actress
was holding an impromptu reception
upon the stage after the play, so he
pressed forward through the crowd
which surrounded her. She advanced
to meet him and graciously extended
her band, but a mocking light shone
in her dark eyes.
"So," she said laughingly, "1 am dis
covered. My only ajTology is that,
having been in seclusion so long, the
desire to act a part became irresistible.
I had read many of your delightful
character studies aud longed to see
if I could impersonate the unsophisti
cated mountain girl so truly as to de
ceive even you. a student of types.
The result has been satisfactory to
myself, but disappointing. 1 fear, to
the author, as you will find that many
of the original and ingenuous sayings
which so amused you at the time
were merely quoted from the play
which" you have seen tonight."
Stanton's face grew very stern. "A
greater part of the book will have to
be rewritten," he said. "The incident
has been an unfortunate one for me."
The actress was wearing the trailing
.lace robe in which she appears, you
will remember, during" the last act
when the half wild little creature is
transformed suddenly into a great
heiress, but she looked up at the man
now with the soft, wide eyed reproach
of the innocent mountain girl. . Again
he seemed to see her lying prone In
the moonlight.
"Yes." she said slowly, "it may have
been unfortunate for your book, Mr.
Stanton, that this ignorant, lovable
child never existed, but it was rather
fortunate, don't you think, for poor
little Liza Ann?"
With a bright nod she dismissed
him and turned to greet a new ad
mirer. Stanton turned to follow her,
hesitated a moment, then silently mads
his way out Into the night
THE VALUE OF :
INSTRUCTION
By DONALD CHAMBERUN
Copyright, 1910. by American Press
Association.
"I was taught my business," said the
old detective.
"I went into Bliffin's office a green
hand. The first job be gave me was
to trap a gang of counterfeiters. Coun
terfeiting is a risky business, and those
engaged in it are therefore extraordi
narily wary. They must have a place
in which to manufacture and to get
rid of the stuff when manufactured.
To do both of these without getting
caught is difficult, and it makes them
very skillful In covering their tracks.
"Bliffin told me that a certain dis
trict was being flooded with spurious
coins and notes. I was to go and lo
cate the plant. I didn't know how to
begin, so be told me to find out some
persons who had recently come Into
the neighborhood. I was also to go
to the postoffice and learn if any mail
was being delivered to any suspicious .
person. I did as I was told and after
several days' hunt was discouraged. I
went to BlitJin and told bim there was
but one person who bad moved Into
the district, so far as .1 could find out,
and there wasn't anything suspicious
about him. He lived alone, it is true,
in a small bouse he bad rented and
had put in what furniture he needed
on the installment plan. Since be was
the only newcomer I bad watched bim
especially in the matter of his mail.
He went out in the morning after the
postman had . delivered his letters,
reading them on the street, and when
be bad finished would tea them up
and throw the fragments anywhere. I
picked tbem up, put them together and
read them. There wasn't one In which
there was anything incriminating.
" 'Let me see some of them,' said
Blifiin,
"I showed him two or three letters
I bad pasted together. He looked tbem
over and said:
" 'There's your man.
" 'What do you mean by telling me
that one who doesn't care who reads
his letters is my man?'
" 'Two of them have been written by -
himself to himself. He has torn them
up and thrown them on the street to
be picked up by greenhorn detectives.'
"You could have knocked me down
with a feather. I didn't say anything.
I went back and rented a room across
from where the suspected man lived.
One morning 1 rose rather "early and
stood at my window. , A milkman
drove up to the house opposite and de
livered a quart of milk. A cook took
the milk and handed the milkman the
can he had left the day before. I
watched the house for a week, then
went to Bliffin and told bim I hadn't
got any further. He was working on
some papers at the time and without
looking up from them asked me to tell
him anything I had seen. I mentioned
the milkman.
'You mean the postman,' said the
Inspector.
" 'No. the milkman.'
'"That's the way the -man you're
looking for gets his mall.
'"I said milk.'
" 'And 1 say mall.'
"'How did you come to think of
that?'
" 'Oh, experience, I suppose. You'll
find the milkman is a newcomer.'
"I went back to my room to think
ut a plan for capturing some of that
mail. But I couldn't find a way to do
this except by letting the young man
know it. This would spoil my game.
I concluded to capture the outgoing
mail. I watched for my man to go
to a letter box to drop in a letter.
When he had done so I stood by the
box, pot permitting any one to drop
in anything more, and when the post
man came along I showed him my au
thority aud demanded the letters in the
box. There were ten of them, and I
took tbem to my room, steamed them
and found one agreeing to turn oyer
green goods' to a countryman. I kept
this letter and dropped the others in
the box.
"The countryman was to call at a
certain house not far from where the
young man lived at a certain hour on
a certain day. Blifiin told me that In
the house referred, to the stuff was
made. Why. he iought so 1 didn't
know. He seemed to see things ahead
without even thinking about them. 1
would bare sworn the plant was In
the bouse where the young man lived.
"The matter at this stage was taken
out of my hands. Blifiin sent a man
to the house where tbe countryman
was to call for the 'queer,' supported
by enough men to surround the prem
ises. They captured the gang, finding
tbe machinery for making the money.
Another force went to the house of the
young man I bad been watching and
captured bim alfo. Among other
things taken was one of the milk cans.
It was made with a false bottom, ca
pable of containing quite a sizable
mail. The milkman was not captured,
but of course be was one of them, as
Blifiin had predicted. His milk wagon
didu't belong to any especial firm,
though be did carry "some milk In it.
"This was the beginning of my in
struction under Inspector Bliffin. I
gained more in one year under him
than I would have gained in ten years
alone. But it took me many years to
know things instinctively without
stopping to reason them out, One
thing I learned on that case. Ever
after if a suspect tried to act as If be
didn't care I felt pretty sure he did
care. If he didn't' be would act like
any other person under similar circumstances."
