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CJ writing of her experience with Cardui, the woman’s
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HIS FIRSMJOW
Edward IV’ist Have Enjoyed It So
Much ...,er That Long
Illness.
By MARY STEWART CUTTING
Good evening, Mrs. Callender —
good evening, Mr. Callender. You
see I have my husband with me! Ed
ward has said all through his illness
that the very first time he went out it
would be over here to your house, so
you see it’s quite an event.
The doctor said this morning,
when he found Edward so depressed,
that if the weather continued to be
mild it would be the very best thing
in the world for him to have a little
change of scene and thought —to be
taken out of himself; that’s what he
really needs now.
He wanted to come over here
alone, but I said to him: No, Ed
ward, I don’t dare let you go with
out me. I’m so afraid you might do
something imprudent.
Os course he doesn’t realize it; but
he has to be watched every minute,
especially now that he begins to
seem all right. Y'ou have to be so
careful about ptomaine poisoning.
Mrs. Callender, would you mind
moving your chair a little, so that
Edward can move his out of the
draft? No. Edward, you don’t feel
it now, but you will feel it.
Thank you, Mrs. Callender, Per
haps I shall be more at ease about
him if the window’s shut. It’s all
very* well for you to say you like the
air, Edward; you don’t realize now
how dangerous air is, but if you wake
up in the middle of the night with
a pain in the back of your neck and
I have to go down and get hot water
bottles for you, you’ll wish that you
had been more careful.
What do you think, Mr. Callender
—I have heated 117 water bottles for
him in the last three weeks!
Edward, dear, put your feet up on
this ottoman —I know Mrs. Callen
der will excuse you. I’ll throw my
cape over them, in case they might
get chilled.
Edward! How can you act like
that, so perfectly silly? Very well,
then, never mind about the cape.
Aren’t men just like children? I’m
sure you wouldn’t behave like this,
Mr. Callender, if your wife took you
out after such a severe illness as he
has had! Well, it’s very kind of you
to speak that way.
I’m sure I have tried to do all that
I could —nobody knows what I’ve
been through. I’ve had to keep ev
erything to myself. He was so ter
ribly ill that first week —he doesn’t
realize how ill he was. If it wasn’t
the dreadful pain in his head it was
pain all over him.
I put sixteen plasters on him a
day, and when you consider what
that means, Mrs. Callender, running
up and down two pairs of stairs to
the kitchen and back again to make
each plaster, besides everything else
that came on me —0, yes, I know
that I ought to have had a trained
nurse, but at the time I was so anx
ious about Edward —when it’s your
husband you feel as if you must do
everything yourself for him.
Yes, that’s what uses you up so,
standing on your feet. I said to Ed
ward today: Edward, if you realized
all I go through, standing on my
feet—
Yes, dear, I knew you wanted me
to send for your mother to help me,
but—. He doesn’t understand, as
you would, Mrs. Callender, how
much work it makes to have an
other person —and especially an old
er person, like your husband’s
mother —in the house during sick
ness.
Mrs. Delaney is perfectly dear and
considerate, but you can’t treat her
like anybody else —you wouldn’t
want to. of course, and besides, she’s
one of those people who can only eat
very simple things, and you know
how much trouble that makes with
the girl in the kitchen —it means
something extra cooked for each
meal, and we are always getting out
of the right cereal, no matter how
I try not to!
I really 'felt, just now. that with
Edward as he is, I really couldn’t
stand anything more on my mind.
He looks a great deal better, I
know, but his color isn’t quite right
even vet —you can notice it around
his nose and under his eves. Y’ou
ought to have seen him at first—he
was actually green. Y’es, you were,
Edward ; the doctor said —
Why, Edward ! Very well, dear,
it’s all right; we won’t say any more
about it. Just let me feel your hands
a moment. You don’t think you’re
i getting too tired? No. dear, I know
you don’t like me to ask you how you
feel, but it is nect sary sometimes.
D m’t y hi think you’d better have
a glass of milk, dear ? I know, Mrs.
Callender, that you’d just as lief
get it for him. Never mind, Mrs.
Callender, when he speaks like that
I just let him alone. Why don’t
you talk to Mr. Callender, dear?
Is that a cigar? Now. you don’t
want to smoke? 0, Edward, I wish
you wouldn’t I Why can’t you just
enjoy seeing Mr. Callender do it?
Well, if you must!
You’ve no idea how irritable he
gets, Mrs. Callender —he doesn’t
hear; he’s talking to your husband.
It’s his nerves, of course; ptomaine
poisoning upsets you all over—it
seems to come out in a new place
even’’ day.
Yesterday I bought him some
shirts at a sale in town —they were
really beautiful quality—the only
thing the matter was that they were
a little tight in the neck, and he
really became almost—uncontrolled
—at the idea of wearing them.
Even when I pointed out to him
that as I bought them at a sale they
couldn’t be exchanged, it made no
difference to him. Men have no idea
of economy.
What is that that you are telling
Mr. Callender, Edward? It isn’t the
latter part of May that Mr. Fales
had the accident ; it was the first of
Juno. 1 remember about it partic
ularly, for I was washing my hair
when it happened, and I always
washed it the first of the month, be
cause that woman I went to said it
stimulated the growth if you had
a regular time for it, although mine
comes out in perfect handfuls.
Well, clear, you always want me
to be accurate. I assure you, Mr.
Callender, I’ll never .forget that
morning. I heard Airs. Fales
scream, and then I saw Edward
rushing down the road with his hat
off, and the first thing Mr. Fales
said to him when he was regaining
consciousness was “Drive that fly
away—drive that fly away!” and all
that Edward could say —he was so
distracted—was, “Which one, which
one?” And Mr. Fales gasped, “The
one with the blue eyes!” Now, I
can’t see anything amusing in that,
can you ?•
Well, Edward, why didn’t you tell
it yourself, then; I’m sure nobody
was preventing you. Well, dear,
don’t talk if you don’t want to.
Was that your new maid who went
through the hall just now, Mrs. Cal
lender? She looks as if she had a
cheerful disposition.
0, yes, the one I have is neat, but
she doesn’t seem to get anything
done. She cries all the time, the way
they always do when they have a
lover. We have done nothing but
change all summer. Edward says he
is sick and tired of hearing about
servants, but I tell him if the burden
of it all fell on him, as it does on
me, he’d find out the difference.
The things they do pass belief; I
had a cook the first Christmas after
we were married, twelve years ago,
and she —yes, Edward, dear, I know
you’ve heard the story often before,
but Mr. and Mrs. Callender have
not, and I am telling it to them.
Well, dear perhaps we had better
go home. You see, Mr. Callender,
he’s not had as much dissipation as
this for a long time. When I think
of all those nights when I sat watch
ing beside him, with the light
turned down in the room so that I
could only just see his face, and with
all those queer, creepy noises around
that you seem to hear in the house
after midnight when everything else
is still, it made it seem as if nothing
was ever going to be the same any
more —as if the children and I —o,
when I think of that and look at him
now. it makes me so happy!
Why, Edward, dear, you mustn’t
help me down the steps; I ought to
be doing it for you!—Boston Globe.
QUEEN DISLIKES SHOOTING.
Queen Mary makes no secret of
the fact that she cares nothing for
sport. This season she has not
joined the “guns” even once at
luncheon.
Nor does Princess Mary like to see
animals killed. Some years ago,
when the Prince of Wales first start
ed shooting, he begged his sister to
come and admire his prowess. She
went, but the sight of the birds fall
ing made her ill, and forthwith she
decided the moors were no place for
her.
INDORSED.
Hobson —Are you in favor of that
curfew laiv?
Dobson—Yes; I’m in favor of any
law that reduces the number of
dogs.—Judge.
/faulty
“ROOKIE” OF THE NORTHWEST
Young Canadian Mounted Poiweman
Must Have Indomitable Courage
and Endurance.
If a murder is committed in an
English or American city, says a
writer in the Wide World, the whole
police and detective force of the
place, numbering perhaps hundreds
of men, is put into action. If a sim
ilar crime is committed in the Mac
kenzie river district one man only
is detailed to bring in the murderer;
and in nine cases out of ten he does
it. He is absolutely fearless in the
face of odds, for only men of indom
itable courage are retained in the
service. From six months to a year
is the time for a “rookie” to prove
himself. After that first year he be
comes either a “reliable” of the
Royal Mounted or a “discard.” In
the fifth month of his service a
young, smooth-faced “rookie” cor
nered three desperate cattle thieves
in the Cypress hills, east of Leth
bridge, fought them to a standstill,
and brought them into headquarters
single handed, one of them almost
dead of his wounds. A little over a
year later this same “rookie,” whose
name was Barry, was sent out after
a man-killer with those words which
are epic in the annals of the Royal
Mounted: “Don’t come back until
you get him.” The writer met this
man 800 miles north of civilization.
He had been after his man for three
months, and he was still after him.
He followed his instructions to the
letter. He did not come back until
he got him, though it took him seven
months to do the job, and he trav
eled over 2,000 miles.
HIS IDEA '
Maisie—Do you think a woman
can truly love but once?
Morton—Sure; if it’s her only
chance.
CHOICE OF THEORIES.
Two theories are advanced in an
effort to account for the presence of a
goat in the top of a 40-foot tree near
Classville, Mo. One is that the goat
climbed the tree to escape from
wolves and another is it laid down
on the tree when it, the tree, was
young, and was carried up by natural
growth. Based upon a rather limited
knowledge of the Missouri corre
spondent, our theory is that the goat
was carried to its lofty perch by a
brilliant flight of imagination.—Bir
mingham News.
SMOKING HABIT INCREASING.
Between 1903 and 1912 the num
ber of cigarettes consumed yearly has
leaped from three billions to twelve
billions. During the same ten years
the increase in the use of little cigars
has been from 640,000,000 to a little
more than 1,000,000,000 a year, or
about 65 per cent. Cigars themselves
have passed the 7,000,000,000 mark.
But whereas, ten years ago, half as
many cigarettes were smoked as
cigars, now half as many cigars are
smoked as cigarettes.
HAS SERVED CHURCH LONG.
Choirmaster Wecker of St. Hed
wig’s church, Berlin, who recently
celebrated his eighty-fifth birthday,
has held his position for 53 years.
St. Hedwig’s is the principal Roman
Catholic church of the city.
BEYOND THE PALE.
“They’re impossible people, aren’t
they ?”
“Well, I should say they were!
Why, they are the kind of people
who, when they economize, actually
save money!”—Life.
WARNING.
“Do be careful with that revolver
or it may go off while you are hold-1
ing it.”
“That’s so. and fingers are things j
which should always be kept on I
hand.”
THE FLMENT
His name was Kemaledin and he
was rich and noble like a grand vi
zier. Every morning he went to the
bazaar, where he sold cost 1 v nigs and
curtains. But on his way he stopped
to worship at the Suleiman mosque.
Since the death of his wife, Ne
fisse, u ho was sleeping peacefully un
der a cypress tree, at Scutari, he was
a widower, but he still possessed a
costly treasure at his house, a pearl
among pearls, his daughter, Nadje.
Those who had caught a glimpse of
her said that there was not a girl
like her in Eyoub and Stambul.
Kemaledin adored his daughter
and fulfilled all her wishes, but it
goes without saying that he guarded
her most carefully. In his magnifi
cent house near the Adrianople gate
he passed his happiest hours together
; with her. Nadje’s laugh was like
the chirping of swallows.
One morning old Kemaledin took
I Nadje abroad, and, as they turned
i the corner of the street they caught
j sight of the blue expanse of the Mar
mora sea far below them.
“Do you see the islands?” Kema
ledin asked. - “You may remove your
veil, there is nobody here to see you.”
Nadje dropped her yasmak, and
looked at the sea with her face un
■ covered. The sea breeze played with
her hair and put color into her cheeks
and her eyes beamed. She stood
three steps from him, and Kemale
din thought he had never seen her
look so beautiful. He thought her
: fit to be the wife of a Murad or a
Solnnan, and then suddenly, while
they were enjoying the lovely view in
silence, somebody passed close to
Nadje and looked at her with a sen
suous light in his dark eyes.
“He stared at you,” said the fa
ther angrily; “who is he?”
“Oh, please do not be angry, sir,”
cried Nadje.
She pretended she had never seen
him before, but she remembered very
well having seen this dark face sev
eral times before when she had vis
ited the bazaar.
“Where has he seen you ? He
smiled at you. Who is he? Answer
me,” exclaimed her father.
She swore she did not know thia
man’s name. But lying was difficult
to her. She knew very well that his
name was Djemal and that he was a
merchant dealing in silks and per
fumes from Bagdad and Syria. In
: deed she had seen him many times
before and was to see him again, for
on that very evening he came to her
where she walked in her garden and
made violent love. He wanted to
carry her off and marry her and dress
her like the wife of an emir or a
khan of Persia, and he said he would
buy her a palace at Candili on the
Bosporus, and that they would sail
together on the beautiful sea every
night in a swift caique. And his
voice was so tender and the evening
so beautiful that she consented.
“Ask my father tomorrow,” she
said.
Then she ran away.
The next day at the twelfth hour
Djemal went to the rich Kemaledin’s
place inside the grand bazaar. He
pushed aside the yellow silk cur
tains and entered with the expres
sion of a softah who enters the
, temple of the prophet. i
i When Kemaledin saw him he sud
denly recognized him, and his face
grew red with fury. In a thunder
ing voice he roared:
“Are you not the scoundrel who
stared at us the other day?”
“Yes, sir; and because I have laid
eyes on your daughter I now ask
her in marriage.”
He said this with his face turned
toward Mecca as if calling Allah to
witness. But Kemaledin’s fury in
creased and his eyes shot fire.
“My Nadje, the wife of a son of
a dog —my Nadje!”
He roared so loud that people
came running from all parts of the
bazaar to learn about the impudence
of young Djemal. They had no love
for him. Chefket, Chaine, Muktar
and Huseein, who were outside, had
fought with him and been beaten.
They raised their voices in horror at
his audacity.
Then Djemal spat on the ground
in front of Kemaledin and with his
fists he cut a path for himself
through the crowd. Out of the ba
zaar he ran all the way to Edirne-
Kappu, where Kemaledin’s house
was. He told the servants that he
was the friend of the rich Kemale-.
, din and had come to see his daugh
i ter. Nadje came out.
i “Your father is willing,” he whis
| pered. But he did not take her to
i the bazaar and when she wanted to