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By GEORGE
Bunch's "house in" the country that I
had borrowed and couldn't give back
bemuse Clara J. thought it was hers,
was banging on me like a millstone
cecklace. Clara J. thought I had
bought it with yie money I couldn't
produce on pay days, but' "the missing
numbers wre really in the jeans of
the race-track bookies, and I, hadn't
the hear? to, confess 'it But a glim
mer el hope was shining, for Unchj.
Peter had offered to buy the place
from me. He liked it
Eariy one morning I broke camp
and took the trail to town, determined
never to come "back alive unless
Bunch agreed to sell the plantation to
lUncle Peter.
The old gentleman had crowded his
check for 120,000 into my trembling
-Wids the night before with instruc
tions to deposit it in my bank, and
at my convenience I was to let him
'have the deed to the place.
I soon located Bunch, and to my sur
prise found him more inclined to josh
'than to jolt
"Ah! my friend from the bush!" he
'exclaimed; "are you In town to buy
limitation coal, or is it to get a der
Irick and hoist your home affairs away
'from ray property? Why don't you
!take a tumble, and let go?"
1 "Bunch," I said, "believe me. this is
;the cruelest game of freeze-out I ever
'sat in. My throat is sore from sing
ling, 'Father, dear father, come home
;with me now!' and every move I make
nets me a new ornamentation on my
neck. Why didn't I tell the good wife
:that the ponies put the crimp in my
poclcetbook, instead of crawling into
(this chasm of prevarication and
itrouble?"
"You can search me!" Bunch an
swered, thoughtfully.
"And that phony wire you sent me
yesterday almost gave me a plexus,"
I said, bitterly. Bunch had wired me
ithat "the two queens" were coming.
meaning his sister and niece, and it
jhad spoiled the day for Clara J. and
jme. -To make it worse, two Swedish
cooks had followed the wire, and I
hadn't known the difference! Tab
leau! . Bunch blinked his eyes solemnly,
but when I told him all about the
(trouble his telegram had caused he
simply rose up on his hind legs aud
ilaughed to a sit down.
"Well." he gasped, after a long fit of '
.cackling, "sister did intend going out
to Jieeersvillo and the only way I '
could stop her was to suddenly dis
cover that her health wasn't any too
'good, so I chased her off to Virginia
!Hot Springs for a couple of weeks."
' After all, Bunch had his redeeming
qualities.
! "I sent you that wire before I took
Ulster's temperature," Bunch ex
plained, "and I quite forgot to send
janpther which would put a copper on
Hhe queens." Once more he laughed
'uproariously.
' "Oh. quit your kidding." I begged,
j&nd then, suddenb'. "Say. Bunch, will
you sell the old homestead?"
! Bunch stopped laughing u d looked
ime over from head to foot. "Is this
jon the level or simply another low
jtackle?"
"It's the goods," I answered. "I sim
ply can't frighten, coax, scare, drive
or push my home companions away
from your property, so I'd like to buy
it if you're game enough to cut the
jcards."
"Been playing the lottery?" he snick
ered. "No, I have the Pierponts. all right;
ia.ll right," I replied; "will you put
14,0,00 in your kick and pass me over
Ithe baronial estate?"
! "Fourteen thousand!" Bunch repeat
ed, slowly. "Sure, I will. If you can
Morgan that amount I'll make good
twlth the necessary documents, and
then you and your family troubles
imay sit around on fly paper in Jig
Jgersville for the rest of your natural
Hives for all I care."
I explained to Bunch that I wanted
the deed made out in the name of
Peter Grant for the reason that Uncle
Peter was a bigger farmer than I. and
lin short order the preliminary ar
rangements were completed to the sat
isfaction and relief of both parties
concerned.
That evening I went back to Jig-
gersviile feeling as light as a pin
feather on a young duck.
Uncle Peter would have the proper
ty; Bunch could buy his sister another
castle, and I was ahead of the game
jjust $6,000, more than enough to
;square me for all the green paper I
fhad tern up at the track.
' Two days later Bunch had a certl
jfied check for $14,000 and Uncle Pe
Jter was the happy owner of the coun
'try estate.
A week later the second anniver
sary of our wedding would roll around,
and although Clara J. was a trifle
hard to win over. I finally coaxed her
to Kt me have Bunch out to spend a
few hours with us on that occasion.
At the appointed hour Bunch ar
rived and Clara J. greeted him with
every word of that telegram darting
forth darkly from her eyes.
"Mrs. John," said Bunch, "I'm slm
jply delighted to know you. I've often
'heard your husband speak well of
yon."
She had to smile in spite of herself.
"Xfrs. John," Bunch went on, with
jBplc Viid assurance, "you should be
jproi ! of this matinee idol husband of
lyours. for, to tell you the .truth, he's
Jail tScgoods he certainly is."
"You' surely have a wonderful in
fluence over him," the lad with the
Diarue tuunniicu. . mcnui au ago
;I threw some bait at him just to test
him an 1 he didn't even nibble. You 1
.know.
the old days John and I
;often lotted in double harness to the
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track bad place for young men
sure!"
Bunch surveyed the property with a
quick glance and said, "Yes, I sent
John a telegram. 'The two queens
will be out this afternoon,' I wired,
meaning two horses that simply
couldn't lose. 'They are good girls.
so treat them white,' I told him,
meaning that he should put up his roll
on them and win a hatful; but, Mrs.
John. I never touched him. He sim
ply ignored my telegram and sat
around in the hammock all day, read
ing a novel, I suppose. I apologize to
you. Mrs. John, for trying to drag him
away from the path of rectitude, but.
believe me. I dldu't know when I sent
the message that he bad promised you
to give the ponies the long farewell!"
Clara J. laughed with happiness, all I
ner doubts dispersed, and said. "Oh.
don't mention It. Mr. Bunch! I'm
simply delighted to welcome you to
our new home. You have never been
out here before, have you?"
Good old Bunch. He had squared
mo with ray wife and the world oh.
well, 'some day, perhaps. I'd get a
chance to even up.
"John," he said, a few minutes later,
when we took a short stroll around
the place. "Now that I've started In
to tell the whole truth I rausn't skip
a paragraph. This is a pleasant bit
of properly, but the solemn fact re
mains that I put the boots on you. I
gave you the gaff for 5G.000. old "friend,
and it breaks my heart to tell you that
I'm not sorry. Bunch for Number
One, always!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"This farm only cost me 8.000," he
said, giving me the pitying grin.
"It cost me 514.000 and I sold it for
20.000." I said, slowly.
We stopped and shook hands.
"Who's the come-on?" he asked,
presently.
"Uncle Peter." I answered; "but
the old boy had so much he has to
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"I've Often Heard Your Husband Speak Well of You."
kick a lot of it out of the house every 1 Uncle Peter put his arm around Aunt
once in a while, so it's all right."
After dinner we were all sitting an
the piazza listening to a treatise from
Uncle Peter on the subject of the
growth and proper care of wheat
cakes, or asparagus, I forget which,
when suddenly the cadaverous form
of the Sherlock Holmes of Jiggersville
appeared before us.
"Evenin all!" bowed Harmony
Diggs. clinging tightly to a bundle
which he held under his arm. Re
member? Bunch had played burglar
to pry us loose from his house, had
got caught by Constable Diggs. and
got away leaving his make-up behind.
"Find that robber yet?" inquired
Bunch, winking at me.
"That's just what I dropped around
for to tell you, thinkin' maybe you'd
be kinder interested In knowin the J
facts in the case," Harmony went on.
carefully placing the precious bundle
on the steps.
"I got a clue from this here gent."
he said, pointing a bony finger at
Bunch "and I ups and chases that
there maleyfactor for four miles, well
kuowin" that the cause of justice
would suffer and the reward of $50 be
nil and voidless if the critter got
away. But I got him. by crickey, I
got him!"
He looked from one to the other,
seeking a sign of applause, and
Bunch said, "Where did you catch
him?"
"About four miles yonder," Diggs
explained, indefinitely, "it was a fierce
fight while it lasted, but they ain't no
maleyfactor livln' can escape the
clutches of these here bands oncet
they entwines him. I pulled the dern
cuss out of his clothes!"
With this thrilling announcement
he opened the bundle and proudly
displayed the burglar harness which
Bunch bad worn on that memorable
night.
"And the burglar himself?" Bunch
questioned.
Diggs raised his bead slowly, and
with theatrical effect answered. "!
give the cussed scoun'rel the doggon
est drubbin' a mortal maleyfactor ever
got and let him go. That was nearly
two weeks ago, and he ain't showed
up since, dang him!"
'"You win, Mr. Ananias!" said Bunch,
handing Diggs a ten dollar bill, as he
whispered to me. 'That story Is worth
the mcuey."
-What's' that for?" Inquired" Diggs,
somewhat taken aback.
"That's my contribution to the re-
ward for the robber." Bunch .told him.
Well." spluttered Diggs. "It don't
seem zactly right, secia' as how I
aa palled the cms oat of his clothe
and then lerhlmmwtth-a-lanv
DastlaV
tTlHJ teb-spot ti for the' clothes "yea"
palled Ms ot of." Bunch said. jlck-img-
ay ' tka garments Sd v- haadthg
them to me. "Keep them John, as a
soureair of jraar Irst' burgis and
true friend, Baach!
- I took them reverently, and said.
"Foryour sake, Bunch, they'll be hand
ed down from generation to genera
tion.; ,
, Clara J. blushed and- said,. "Oh.
John!" and I thought Uncle Peter
would chucklo himself intt a delirium.
"Good night Mr. Ananias!" Bunch
called, as Diggs made a farewell bow
and turned to go.
"Good night, one and all." replied
Diggs; then a thought struck him and
he turned with. "Say. who's this here
Mr. Ananias? Seems like the name's
familiar, but it ain't mine."
"Mr. Ananias Is the first detective
mentioned In history," Bunch ex
plained, and Mr. Diggs beamed over
us all.
"Wait a moment. Mr. Officer," Aunt
Martha piped in; "have a drop of re
freshment before. you go. Tacks, run
in and pour Mr. Officer a drink from
that bottle on the sideboard!"
Diggs stood there swallowing his
palate In delightful anticipation until
Tacks handed him a brimming glass
from which the brave thief-taker took
one eager mouthful, whereupon he
emitted a shriek of terror that could
be heard for miles.
"Water! water! quick! I'm burning
up!" cried the astonished Diggs.
When, finally, the old fellow was re
vived be faintly declined any more re
freshment, and with 'a sad "good
night." faded away in the twilight
"Gee!" exclaimed Tacks, as he
watched the retreating form, "I'm
afraid I upset some tobascum sause
in that glass by mistake."
Presently Bunch went off to the
depot to take a train back to the city,
and for some little time we sat in
silence on the piazza.
"Grand, isn't it?" Uncle Peter said,
breaking the spell.
"Couldn't be any nicer, now. coulcT
it?" Then he went over and stood
near Clara J.
"Little woman," he said; "ever
since we first talked of moving out
here I noticed how worried John was."
"So did I," she answered, taking my
hand in hers.
"A day or two ago I found out that
the trouble was," the old gentleman
continued: "this property was too
heavy a load for a young man to
carry, especially when he's just mar
ried, so I bought it from him!"
Before Clara J. could express a word
Martha's waist and continued. "Aunt
Martha and I talked it all over last
night and In relebratlon of your sec
ond anniversary we want you to ac
cept this little present." and with this
he placed a document in Clara J.'s
hands.
"It's the deed to the property," Aunt
Martha said; "all for you. Clara J., but
if you don't mind, we'd like to live
here!"
"Yes." said Uncle Peter; "that gar
den certainly needs some one to look
after it!"
Clara J. was crying softly and hug
ging Aunt Martha.
My own eyes were damp and I
yearned to have somebody run the
lawn mower over me.
"I'll race you down to the gate and
back." I suggested.
"You're on." laughed Uncle Peter;
"I believe I do need a little exercise!"
Copyright, by C. W. Dillingham Co.)
The Gravy. ,
A certain Dr. C was once reading
a very strenuous paper on total absti
nence before a clerical club so the
story goes when the entertainer
went out to tell his wife how many
she was to provide for at supper.
"What are they doing?" she asked,
and was told the subject of the essay.
"What shall I do?" she cried. "Here I
"nave brandicd peaches, and it is too
late to change."
"Make no change." said her hus
band. "It will be all right."
The essayist had the post of honor
at the right of the lady of the house,
and she presented him with a dish of
the peaches. After a while she said
to him. "Dr. C . won't you allow me
to give you some more of these
peaches?"
"Thank you." he replied. "They are
excellent."
A little later she said. "Dr. C .
may I not give you another peach?"
"No, I thank you," said he apolo
getically, "but I will take a little more
of the gravy." Harper's Magazine.
When Taft Went Swimming.
One morning last summer President
Taft, wearing the largest bathing suit
known to modern times, threw his
substantial and ponderous form into
the cooling waters of Beverly Bay.
That afternoon Jesse Conway, a
newspaper correspondent, sent the
following to his paper:
"There was mighty little swimming
along the North Shore today. The
President was using the ocean." The
Popular Magazine.
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SYNOPSIS.
Lawrence Btakcley. lawyer, coos to
Plttnlmnj with the fenced notes in tin;
Bronson case to set tin deposition of
John Gllmoro. millionaire. A lady n
qucats Blakeley to buy tier ti Pullman
ticket. He Rives her lower II anil ri
Jains lower 10. Ho tlmls a drunken man
In lower 10 and retires in lower
9. He awakens in lower 7 and
finds Ids clothes and Itn? missing. The
man in lower 10 is found murdered. Cir
cumstantial evidence points to both
Blakeley and the .man who stole hi
clothes. The train is wrecked ami Blake
ley Is rescued from a burning ear by a
Rirl In blue. His arm is broken. The girl
proves to be Alison West, his partner'1
sweetheart. Blakeley returns home and
llnds he is aruier surveillance. Moving
Pictures oC thc train taken Just lefore
the wreck reveal to Blakeley a man leap
ing from the train with his stolen grip,
"ivestigation proves that the man's namo
Is Sullivan. Mrs. Conwav, the woman for
whom Blakeley bought a Pullman ticket,
tries to make a bargain with him for the
"HTJd notes, not knowing that they an
missing. Blakeley and an amateur de
tective investienlo tli linmn .if Snltlvnn's
sister. From a servant Blakeley learns
that Alison West had been there on a
visit and Sullivan had been attentive to
her. Sullivan is the husband of a daugh
ter of the murdered man. BlakelcVs
house is ransacked by the police. He
learns that the affair lclween Alison and
his partner is oft. Alison tells Blakeley
about the attention paid her by Sullivan,
whom she was on her way to marrv when
the wreck came. It is planned to give
Mrs. Conway the forg-d notes In ex
change for Sullivan. Mrs. (Touwav kills
lierself and" Bronson. and the allies of
the forged, notes are found in the room.
MuiHvan Is found and explains how he
got In the power of Bronson.. who unlered
him to steal the forged notes from Blake
ley. CHAPTER XXX. Continued.
"He would probably be accused of
the crime. So, although when the
wreck occurred I supposed everyone
connected with the affair had been
killed, there was a chance that you,
had survived. I've not been of much
account, but I didn't want a man to
swing because I left him in my place.
Besides, I began to have a theory of
my own.
"As we entered the car a tall, dark
woman passed us. with a glass of wa
ter in her hand, and I vaguely remem
bered her. She was amazingly like
Blanche Conway.
"If she, too, thought the man with
the notes was in lower ten, it ex
plained a lot, including that piece of
a woman's necklace. She was a fury.
Blanche Conway, capable of any
thing." "Then why did you countermand
that mssage?" I asked curiously.
"When I got to tin Carter house,
and got to bed I had sprained my
ankle in the jump I wont through
the alligator bag I had taken from
lower nine. When I found your name.
I sent the first message. Then, soon
after. I cane across the notes. It
seemed too good to he true, and I was
crazy foflear the message had gone.
"At first I was going to send them
to Itronson; then I began to see what
the possession of the notes meant to
me. It meant power over Itronson,
money. Influence, every tiling. He was
a devil, that man."
"Well, he's at home now," said Mc
Knigut. and we were glad to laugh
and relieve the tension.
Alison put her hand over her eyes,
vas if to shut out the sight of the man
she had so nearly married, and 1 fur
tively touched one of the soft little
curls that nestled at the back of her
neck.
"When I was able to walk." went on
the sullen voice. "I came at once to
Washington. 1 tried to sell the notes
to Bronson. but he was almost at the
end of his rope. Not even my threat
to send them back to you. Mr. Blake
ley, could make him meet my figure.
. He didn't have the money."
McKnight was triumphant.
"I think you gentlemen will see rea
son in my theory now," he said. "Mrs.
Conway wanted the notes to force a
legal marriage, I suppose?"
"Yes."
The detective with the small pack
age carefully rolled off the rubber
band, and unwrapped it. I held my
breath as he took out, first, the Russia
leather wallet
"These things, Mr. Blakeley, we
found in the sealskin bag Mr. Sullivan
says he left you. This wallet, Mr. Sul
livan is this the one you found on the
floor of the car?"
Sullivan opened it. and, glancing at
the name inside. "Simon Harrington,"
nodded affirmatively.
"And this," went on the detective
"this is a piece of gold chain?"
"It seems to be," said Sullivan, re
coiling at the blood-stained end.
"This, I believe. Is the dagger." He
held it up. and Alison gave a faint
cry of astonishment and dismay. Sul
livan's face grew ghastly, and he sat
down weakly on the nearest ohair.
The detective looked at him shrewd
ly, then at Alison's agitated face.
"Where have you seen this dagger
before, ,young lady?" he asked, kindly
enough.
"Oh, don't ask me!" she gasped,
breathlessly, her eyes turned on Sul
livan. "It's it's too terrible!"
"Tell him," I advised, leaning over
to her. "It will be found out later,
anyhow."
"Ask him," she said, nodding toward
Sullivan.
The detective unwrapped the small
box Alison had brought, disclosing the
trampled necklace and broken chain.
With clumsy fingers he spread It on
the table and fitted into place the bit
of 'chain. There could be no doubt
that It belonged there.
"Where did you find that chain?"
Sullivan asked, hoarsely, looking for
the first time at Alison.
"On the floor, near the murdered
man's berth."
"Now, Mr. Sullivan," said the detec
tive, civilly. "I believe you can tell us.
In the light of these two exhibits, who
really did murder Simon Harrington."
Sullivan looked again at the dagger,
a sharp little bit of steel with a Flor
entine handle. Then he picked up the
locket and pressed a hidden spring
under one of the cameos. Inside, very
neatly engraved, was the name and
.date.
"Gentlemen." he said, his face ghast.
ly. "it is of no use for me .to attempt
a denial. The dagger and necklace be
longed to my sister, Alice Curtis!"
CHAPTER XXXI.
And Only One Arm.
Hotchkiss was the first to break the
tension.
"Mr. Sullivan." he asked suddenly,
"was your sister left-handed?"
"Yes."
'Hotchkiss put away bis notebook
and looked around with an air of tri
umphant vindication. It gave us a
chance to smile and look relieved.
After all, Mrs. Curtis was dead. It
was the happiest solution of the un
happy affair. McKnight brought Sul
livan some whisky and he braced up
a little.
"I learned through the papers that
my wife was in a Baltimore hospital
and yesterday I ventured there to see
her. I felt if she would help me to J
keep straight, that now, with her ra
ther and my sister both dead., we
might be happy together.
"I understand now what puzzled me
then. It seemed that my sister went
into the next car and tried to make
my wife promise not to interfere. But
Ida Mrs. Sullivan was firm, of
course. She said her father had pa
pers, certificates and so on, that
would stop the marriage at once.
"She said, also, that her father was
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"I Understand Now What Puzzled Me' Then."
in our car. and that there would be
the mischief to pay in the morning.
It was probably when my sister tried
to get the papers that he awakened
and she had to do what she did."
It was over. Save for a technicality
or two. I was a free man. Alison
rose quietly and prepared to go; the
men stood to let her pass, save Sulli
van, who sat crouched in his chair,
his face buried in his hands.
McKnight saw her, with Mrs. Dal
las, to their carriage and came back
again. The gathering in the office
was breaking up: Johnson had slipped
away as unostentatiously as he came.
Sullivan, looking worn and old. was
standing by the window, staring at
the broken necklace in his hand.
When he saw me watching him, he
put it back on the desk and picked
up his hat.
"If I cannot do anything more "
he hesitated.
"I think you have done about
enough," I replied, grimly, and he
went out.
I believe that Richey and Hotchkiss
led me somewhere to dinner and that,
for fear I would be lonely without
him, they sent for Johnson. And I
recall a spirited discussion in which
Hotchkiss told the detective that he
could manage certain cases, but that
he lacked induction. Richey and I
were mainly- silent My thoughts
would slip ahead to that hour, later in
the evening, when I should see Alison
again.
Finances In
Real Wisdom in Making Children
Realize the Actual 'Value of
' Thtlr Money.
"I do not see why a parent should
not say to a girl: 'Here is so much
a year; you have to pay your school
bills, your dress, your laundry, your
traveling expenses, and the cost of
your games and your sweets out of
it'" was the startling suggestion ad
vanced by a public speaker In a lec
ture on "Woman and Her Money."
given to a large gathering of women
recently In London.
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I irsasBi fa savaga haste anally
-waase-partfcaler st ' my tie
that. Mrs. Kloatoa gave up ia. desaair.
" "I wish, aatil your ana V1' better,
that, you woaM buy the kind that
hooka on." she protested, almost tear
fully. "I'm sure they' look very nice.
Mr. Lawrence. My late husband, al-
"That's-a" lover's knot you've tied
this time.' I snarled, and. jerking open
the bow knot she had so painfully ex
ecuted. looked out of the window for
Johnson until. I. recalled that he no
longer belonged in my perspective. I
ended by driving frantically to the
club and getting George to do it
I was late, of course. The drawing
room and library at the Dallas coun
try home was very empty. I could hear
billiard balls rolling somewhere and
I turned the other way. I found Ali
son at last on the balcony, sitting
much as she had that night on the
beach her chin in her hands, her
eyes fixed unseeingly on the trees and
lights of the square across. She was
even whistling a little, softly. But
this time the plaintiveness was gone.
It was a tender little tune. She did
not move, as I stood beside her, look
ing down. And now. when the mo
ment had come, all the thousand and
one things I had been waiting to say
forsook me, precipitately beat a re
treat and left me unsupported. The
arc-moon sent little fugitive lights
over her hair, her eyes, her gown.
"Don't do that." I said unsteadily.
"You you know what I want to do
when you whistle!"
She glanced up at me and she did
not stop. She did not stop! She
went on whistling softly, a bit tremu
lously. And straightway I forgot the
street, the chance of passers-by. the
voices in the house behind us. "The
world doesn't hold anyone but you."
I said, reverently. "It is our world,
sweetheart. 1 love you."
And I kissed her.
A boy was whistling on the pave
ment below. I let her go reluctantly
and sat back where I could sec her.
"I haven't done this the way i In-
tended to at all." I confessed. "In
books they get things all settled and
then kiss the lady."
"Settled?" she inquired.
"Oh. about getting married and
that sort of thing." 1 explained with
elaborate carelessness. "We could
go down to Bermuda or or Jamai
ca, say in December."
She drew her hand away and faced
me squarely.
"I believe you are afraid!" she de
clared. "I refuse to marry you unless
you propose properly. Everybody
does it. And it is a woman's privi
lege: she wants to have that to look
back to."
"Very well." I consented with an
exaggerated sigh. "If you will prom
ise not to think I look like an idiot.
I shall do it. knee and all."
I had to pass her to close the door
behind us. but when I kissed her
again she protested that we were not
really engaged.
I turned to look down at her. "It
Is a terrible thing," I said, exultantly,
"to love a girl the way I love you and
to have only one arm!" Then I closed
the door.
From across the' street there came
a sharp crescendo whistle and a
vaguely familiar figure separated it
self from the park railing.
"Say," he called, in a hoarse whis
per, "shall I throw the key down the
elevator shaft?"
The Nursery
In his capacity as a lawyer, the
speaker has seen much misery and
unhapplness for which extravagant
wives and daughters, reared in total
ignorance of the value of money, have
been responsible, and in bis opinion
many disasters could be avoided if
women were more wisely educated In
the handling and investing of money.
"The ideal father and mother give
their children an allowance," he went
on to say, "even if it is only a penny
a week. This allowance should be
increased as time goes on. and a girl
should gradually be allowed to pay
all her own bills and expenses."
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NEVER GOT TO KNOW HIM
Seeminfly, This Htisbsnd Waa Seme
what af a Hard Man te Get
' Acquainted With.
1 met a queer old womw charac
ter oa the train betweea here and
Buffalo one morning." remarked Po
lice Judge McGaaaon wiea talk; had
drifted around to queer people oaa
sseets. "She was traveling jrita her
grown son. whom I had met ia ths;
smoking compartment, and later oa
I got talking with the old lair. Sha
spoke, of several paopla sha knew
here la Cleveland.
"Did yon ever happen tv know
James H. Soandso?" I askew her
casually, judging from something sha'
had said that she did know him.
"She gave me a strange sort of a
look. Well.' she replied. 'I Oont
know whether te say I know that
man or not. He's a queer sort, yoa
understand the kind of a man that
nobody really knows. Why. I waa
married to James Soandso. and lived
with him for four years, but I never
felt that I was really' acquainted with
him.'
"And the funny part of It," added
McGannon. "was the woman waa ia
deadly earnest about It She' didn't
make the remark by way of springing
any comedy at all." Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
STUBBORN ECZEMA ON HANDS
"Some nine years ago I noticed
small pimples breaking out on the
back of my hands. They became very
irritating, and gradually became
worse, so that I could not sleep at
night I consulted a physician who
treated me a long time, but it got
worse, and I could not put my hands
In water. I was treated at the hos
pital, and It was just the same. I was
told that it was a very bad case of
eczema. Well, I just kept on using
everything that I could for nearly
eight years until I was advised to try
Cuticura Ointment I did so. and I
found after a few applications and by
bandaging my hands well up that the
burning sensations were disappearing,
I could sleep well, and did not have
any itching during the night I began
after a while to use Cuticura Soap for
a wash for them, and I think by using
the Soap and Ointment I was much
benefited. I stuck to the Cuticura
treatment, and thought if 1 could use
other remedies for over ceven years
with no result, and after only having
a few applications and finding ease
from Cuticura Ointment, I thought it
deserved a fair trial with a severe
and stubborn case. I used the Oint
ment and Soap for nearly six months,
and I am glad to say that I have
bands as clear as anyone.
"It Is my wish that you publish this
letter to all the world, and If anyone
doubts It, let them write me and I
will give them the name of my physi
cian, also the hospital I was treated
at" (Signed) Miss Mary A. Bentley.
93 University. St, Montreal. Que,
Sept 14. 1910.
Their Last Hope Gone.
When the minister praised the rasp
berry jam at Mrs. Green's bountiful
Saturday night supper, he could not
Imagine why Angle and Horatio, the
twins, gazed at him so reproachfully.
"Don't you like raspberry jam, my Ut
ile man?" he asked Horatio.
"Yes. sir. I do." and Angle does."
said Horatio. In distinctly resentful
tones, "and mother told us that she
was afraid the last she made wasn't
quito up to the mark, and if you didn't
praise it. Angle and I could have It for
luncheon on our bread, for Mrs. Willis
and Mrs. Shedd never said a word
when they ate it. and you've made the
third; but now she'll use it for the
;hurch eociables," and Horatio looked
gloomily at his twin, who returned the
look in kind. Youth's Companion.
Father of the Man.
Miss Amelia Austin listened with
breathless attention to Mrs. Amasa
Hunting's radiant, account of the do
ings of James Hunting, her husband's
younger brother, who had left Wo-brook-in-the-Hills
In- his youth and
bad become a millionaire.
"Where Is Jim this summer?" Miss
Amelia inquired, at the end of the re
cital. "He has gone abroad for baths." re
plied Mrs. Hunting.
"I ain't one mite surprised to hear
that." MIsa Amelia said. "His mother
never could make him wash his
neck." Youth's Companion.
A Brush With Madam.'
Artist Madam, it is not faces aloaa
that paint It is souls.
Madam Oh, you do Interiors, then.
Boston Transcript
OLD COMMON SENSE.
Change Food When Yeu Feel Out ef
Sorts.
"A great deal depends upon yourself
and the kind of food you eat." the
wise old doctor said to a man who
came to him sick with stomach trou
ble and sick headacho once or twice a
week, and who bad been taking pills
and different medicines for three or
four years.
He was induced to stop eating any
sort Cf fried food or meat for break
fast, and was put on Grape-Nuts and
cream, leaving off all medicines.
In a few days he began to get bet
ter, and now ho has entirely recover
ed and writes that he is In better
health than he has been before la
twenty years. This nan is 58 years
old' and says hedeels "like a new man
all the time."
Read "The Road to Wellville," ia
pkgs. "There's a Reason."
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