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A Weekly Newspaper
When Brown Meets Brown'
Is the
Best Advertising Medium
BECAUSE
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2 It is not thrown aside on the da' of issue but
is fresh for a week.
3 Ten thousand dollars are spent for magazine
to one hundred in dailynewspaper advertising.
I ' -1 The weekl' newspaper is not put into the
w;iste basket.
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The Denver train had steamed otiL
of the Hannibal station just ten min
utes before and the St. Louis train,
suplKised to make close connection
witli it, came puffing in, each puff a
remonstrance orajxdogy. Both seemed
useless. The mule that had been en
countered lay by the side of the track
some miles back, no longer lcarjng
the semblance of a mule and not in a
condition to be remonstrated with,
and an indignant passenger, fuming
on the platform, having leaped from
the train before it was cither permiss
able or safe so to do, declined to listen
to any ajiology.
This passenger, a young New
Yorker, Hung his Itclongingsin a heap
on one of the settles in the waiting
room, common to liotli sexes, and ex
pressed his mind in forcible and con
cise words to the ticket seller. He
had changed his original plans and
taken this unlucky train in order to
reach his destination some three hours
earlier: he would now reach it some
ten hours later. He strode gloomily
up and down, indilTcrcnt to the assur
ance that he could get a very nice
meal in the dining-room opixisite.
He was a handsome fellow, blonde
in coloring, brown with exposure. As
he paced up and down he was sudden
ly conscious of the steady and ques
tioning regard of a pair of blue eyes
which looked shyly out from under
long laches, and did not turn away as
they met his resjmnsive glance. He
dropjMid down on the seat bssiclc his
traps, the girl passed ! front of him,
turned, iassed again. paus:d irreso
lutely, then stopped and, as he rcsa to
his feet, asked in a soft sympathetic
voice:
"Are you Mr. Brown?"
"1 am."
"Mr. John Brown?"
'Commonly called Jack I am."'
Tin Lizzie,'" said the girl, simply,
and to his delighted amazement she
raised herself on tip-toe and, lifting
her face, kissed him with a sweet
frankness that took his breath away.
"You didn't know me," she as
serted, smiling and blushing: then
adding. "Tom told me I was to lie
.sure to to do it, you know.''
'Tin most thankful to Tom. I'm
sure."'
"He said it would make you feel
more at home, you know not so
strange with me. Do you feel strange
with me?"
Not at all, now, thank you. How
did you know me?" asked the young
man. as they sat down and he had a
chance to study a young and very
pretty face.
Lizzie smiled as she indicated the
bag on the seat lefore them, clearly
marked J. 15., which letters were re
peated on the dress suit case.
"I thought it was you localise you
seemed to be waiting for someone and
you were so impatient, and when I
saw the letters on the bag I was
sure."'
'Ah. yes I see. How long have you
been here?"'
'1 must have come a little while be
fore you did, 1 supiose, and I waited
in the ladies' room until I thought
your train was in. I didn't know you
at lirst: the photograph isn't good."'
'Indeed! That's strange. You
really don't think it good?"
-Oh, no." witli a deep breath.
"When did you shave?"
"I? This morning, of course."'
"I mean, when did you shave off
your beard?"
'My ? Oh. yes, my beard! "When
was it. now. It must have been some
time ago."
"You should have told Tom. I
might have made a mistake.'
"Well, you see, I didn't think of
that. Of course, I should have told
him. What is the not-good photo
graph like?"
"Don't you reiiiemlcr? You sent
two the group and the other."
"I didn't rcmcinlier sending the
group. Which photograph was it?"
"The one you had taken in Dun
dee." "Oh. that accounts for it's noticing
good. I never had a good picture
taken in Dundee. Hut what did you
eqpect me to look like? How am 1
different?"
"You are younger and taller and
thinner, and" She was now study
ing his face as closely as he studied
hers, but more innocently.
"And?" he regaled, softly, landing
down to her.
"Less like the dad, and Oh, differ
cut altogether!"
"Worse altogether?"
"X-no, better altogether."' blush
ing, but laughing frankly and sweet
ly. Then, as the silence grew strange
ly long, and the liold, handsome eyes
still dwelt rtn hers, "Tom said we'd
have to wait an hour or two for our
train."
"So long as that?" Jack Brown re
sponded, giving himself an inward
shake. "I'm afraid you'll be very'
tired. Shall we walk up and down
the platform a bit? And tell
me about this place. How long have
you been here?"
"You know perfectly well ever
since the wedding."
"The wedding? Whose wedding?"
"Tom's of course." demurely.
"Doyoulikcit?"
The girl looked off across the hills,
a sudden shadow in her eyes, and they
had walked the length of the platform
liefore she answered after a sigh that
was almost a sob.
"Yes, of cours2 but you won't like
it. I'm sure of that, since I've seen
you."
-Why not? Won't you be there?"
"I? Yes. and Tom and the work
men: but there's nobody else in Bem
cnton." "Tom will lie interesting, no doubt:
but 1 think I'll prefer Lizzie!" She
laughed, a little sadly, but shook her
head. "Not after you know me. and
I'm afraid you'll be asdisappointed as
Tom is when you realize that I really
cannot learn one thing about music."
"Why should I be disappointed?"
"You all love it so."
"Not I: I don't care a rap for music
and know less than 1 care"
"You!" blue eyes full of surprise
were raised to his- "I thought you
had the best voice in the family."
"Is that saying much?"
"Signor Marelli wanted Tom to go
on the operatic stage." said Lizzie
gravely, "and your voice"
"Rubbish! I have better use for my
voice than singing. 1 much prefer
talking and making "
"Have you heard from the old ieo
ple lately?"' asked Lizzie, with sudden
haste.
"The old jieople? X-no, I don't be
lieve you would call it lately. Hare
you?"'
"Tom had a letter written the day
after you sailed."
"Sailed? Oh, yes. after I sailed.
They were well?''
"Yfi, thank you. Dad said the
muni was a little blue, of course, but
he was reading Shakspearc to her
while she was knitting socks for all of
you."
Jack looked ahead of him with a
little curious smile, wondering how
the governor would read Shakspearc
and what sort of stockings his gay,
handsome, frivolous mother would
knit especially if made to do them
in the companv of her husband. Who
could this little creature be. with eyes
like stars, high-held head, badly-shod,
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