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Dear Children: Lon Gaskin, of Anacoco. La., is a winner in this the final contest, and as you will see I am publishing the eleven best letters from lx>uisiana and Mississippi. Lon’s letter was considered well written and expressing and contain ing a wholesome patriotism. The first of the Christmas suggestions is. as you see. also printed thia week. Come along girls and boys we want to hear what you think will be acceptable, useful and possible gifts for this year. So many fine letters come to me from you dear nieces and nephews and you just watch out for them, for I'm filing them away for publication and there will be a list also from time to time of the cousins that join us, so that we may keep in close touch with each other. Lovingly, AUNT JULIA. Some cousins we all want to know; Roscoe Nix, route 3, Blountsville. Ala.; Leone Nelson. Millboro. N. C.: Geneva Underwood, Millboro, N. C.; Laura Adams. Route 7, Box 12. Elberton, Ga.; Gertie Morton. Wharrie. N. C.; Lena Wild. Leatherman. N. C.; W. L. Park. Route 7, Boaz. Ala.; Lizzie Belle Outlaw. Lock Box 3. Alamo. Ga. Hello. Aunt Julia anti Conains: I am knock ing for admittance. Plans* let tn* in. I am (lad IznPiana and Mla*lsstrpt arc next on the r»>n for a oontcct. ecprclally Louisiana. tbe historical and patriotic state. Louisiana ii the -tcheat state in tbe union with history. Just think: Louisiana was first owned and first >x plored by tbe French. Then later bv Spain, and Spain become tired of her and ••damped” her «n France again to be ••dumped” off on the Fnlted State*. Strange to aay. none of them -•alined the tme worth of her soil—some of the richest aoil tn the world—until the Fnlted States purchased it. Some fine people have given their fives tn her defense and they will do ft again, too. They have waded into red Mreri in battle and stand ready now. Louisiana is doing her part in the war. She is sending •boneant* of soldier bore to the red battle *leld in PYance. or rather they are volunteer ing. The volunteers are showing tbe patriot ■<rr of her dear people. And we are sbow ‘ng it by raising everything to eat possible re help the soldiers in the trenches. I am very, ver* proud to be a ••red-blooded” l/»nts tan’an. Some of the cousins mar think T am boasting, but Fra truly not. Wo aim to do our "bit” in this world-wide conflict, and T’li Ao my personal hit. With true affection to all. T will -lose. Anaenro. T>. TZIN GASKIN. Dear Aunt Julia and Consins: Perhaps you would like to hear from me again, as ft ha« seen quite a bit since I have written you. We are having some cool weather here now with frost. My favorite pastime io reading tbe deal old Journal and crocheting, but best of all T love to read onr dear Aunt Julta'e Letter Box. My father is a «hipbnU<ier and three of my sisters have registered. I expect to register about the 20th so you see we intend doing cur bit for Fneie Sam. This state is very productive and tbe exhibits at the different »air* of tbe parishes were just fine. The cli mate is mild Besides general farming of corn, -otton and sugar cane, a great deal of vege table* are grown for home consumption and also to ship to northern markets. We bare a great many dairies and a good market for anything grown on the farm. Wages are good. With •'-pools and churches Ixtulelana is a good place to live. Raving described rhe nearest cities and towns LEMONS BRING OUT THE HIDDEN BEAUTY Make this lotion for very Mttle cost and just see for yourself. What girl or woman hasn’t heard of lemon Juice to remove complexion blem ishes; to bleach the akin and to bring out* th* roses, the freshness and the hidden beauty? But lemon juice alone is acid, therefore Irritating, and should be mixed with orchard white this way. Strain through a fine cloth the juice of two fresh lemons into a bottle contain ing about three ounces of orchard white, then shake xeell and you have a whole quarter pint of skin ond complex ion lotion at about the cost one usual ly pays for a small jar of ordinary cold cream. Be sure to strain the lemon juice so no pulp gets into the bottle, then this lotion will remain pure and fresh for months. When 'applied daily to the face. neck, arms and hands it should help to bleach, clear, smoother and beautify the skin. Any druggist will supply three ounces of orchard white at very little cost and the grocer has the lemons.— (AdvtA Cough Nearly Gone in 24 Hours That’s the usual experience with this home-made remedy. Costs little—try it. Anyone who tries this pleasant tasting home-made cough syrup will quickly un derstand why' it Is used in more homes in the United States and Canada than any other cough remedy. The way it takes hold of an obstinate cough, giving immediate relief, will make you regret that you never tried it before. It is a truly dependable cough remedy that should be kept handy in every home, to use at the first sign of a cough during the night or day time. Any druggist can supply you with 2 1-2 ounces of Pinex <6O cents worth >. Pour this into a pint hottie and fill the •ottle with plain granulated sugar syrup. The total cost is about 65 cents and you have a full pint of the most effective remedy you ever used. The quick, lasting relief you get from this excellent cough syrup will really surprise you. It promptly heals the in flamed membranes that line the throat and air passages, stops the annoying throat tickle, loosens the phlegm, and soon your cough stops entirely. Splendid for bronchitis, croup, whooping cough and bronchial asthma. Pinex is a highly concentrated com pound of Norway pine extract, and is fa mous the world over for its healing ef fect on the membranes. 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You may secure one by sending your request along with your father’s, or some friend's sub scription, or by sending us ten cents In stamps to help pay cost and mail ing charges. heretofore, will close with love and good wishes to dear auntie and the cousins. I am you Louisiana cousin, DAVTDA CORALIE LAWRENCE. Bolivar. I.a„ R. F. D. No. 1, Box 40. P. S. —Would like to hear from some of you consins. I’ll do my best to answer all let ters received. Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: Will you please admit me once more into your happy band of boys and girls ? Aa it has beeu some time ago aluce 1 wrote a letter to the dear letter box. I think tbe letter box surely Is progressing rap idly, and I certainly do like to read tbe cous ins letters. And Aunt Julia's letters, also. 1 live, on a farm and like farm life fine. I live about three miles from the little town of Juka, Miss. I will guess at Miss Pearl Sta ley's age. I guess you are eighteen years old. Am I correct! We farmers are busy at tbe present time gathering our crops. That is what little we made. Tbe boll weevil ruined the most of tbe cotton in this part of Mis sissippi, the corn crop does very well. As dear auntie says, be brief, I will close for this time and if this poorly composed letter misses tbe wastebasket I will come again In the near fnture. Dear Aunt Julia, if you think this Is worthy of printing. I would be very glad to see it in print. Many thanks to you for printing my other letter. I close by wishing Aunt Julia and tbe cousins much success. Your nephew and cousins, ELLIS OSBORN. Juka. Miss.. R. F. D. No. 4, Box No. 5. Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: Will you let a little Mississippi girl join your happy circle? Papa takes Tbe Journal and we like it fine. I have been going to school ever since the first Monday in September. My teacher's name is Miss Lucille Mcßae and I like her fine. I stayed at home .yesterday and today to pica cotton, but haven't picked much. Aunt Julia you are so kind and good to let the children have a letter box. it Is so nice. I think. What do you cousins du for pastime? I do a little of everything, milk, churn, cook, wash dishe». sweep floors, wash clothes. I haven't learned to crochet yet but expect te learn soon. Come Again. Carrie Lee Robinson, 1 certainly do enjoy reading your leters. I must describe myself to the cousins. I have black hair, brown eyes and fair complexion, weigh 108 pounds. 4 feet and 10 inches tall. Aunt Julia. I would like to have your picture. I must be going, as I bear Mr. Wastebasket coming, yet I just did escape. If you wish to correspond with a lonesome girl, let your letters and cards Hy to h NARCIE ROBINSON. Gholson, Miss. Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: As sister is writing. 1 win write, as 1 like to read the letters just fine. I have gone to one teacher four sessions, and made a grade each year, and got the prize each year in my class for spelling. My teach er’s name wis Miss Fannie Vpton. I am thir teen years old and study the seventh grade. For pets I have a little sister three years old. She in a twin. The twins' names were Ethelyn and Evelyn, but little Evelyn died when she was one and a half years old. 1 will ring off. With lore to Aunt Julia and COU « ,BS NANNIE MAE BOONE. Star, Miss.. R. F. I>. 2, Box 34. Hello. Aunt Julia and my dear cousins. Will yon please admit a Mississippi girl into your happy band of girls and boys? Well, cousins, autumn Is here with its cool mornings, and tbe brown leaves come fluttering down from their long resting place to keep dear old Mother Earth «ara while the sleet and anow falls this win ter. I am always glad when autumn comes, for I know dear old school days are near at hand. Our school began September 10. My sister is the assistant teacher. I will take eighth grade this winter. Auntie. I have not been laxy this summer, I have helped mamma can and dad work in the field. We have canned 250 quart and half gallon Jars of fruit and vegetables, and have dried nearly four bushels of peaches and apples. Cousins, I notice lots of you that live on the farm have raisec some chickens this year. I have not. but am thinking of joining tbe poultry club for another year. Will describe myself: I twve dark brown hair, blue eyes, dark com plexion. am fire feet five Inches high, weigh 124 pounds and am e.ghteen years old. Who bas my birthday. November ,231 Mr. G. I>. Kainey. your letter was fine. Wish you would tell ua some more about your part «nf Alabama. With love to Aunt Julia, I remain vour niece and cousin. MYRTLE CARTER. His Creek, Miss.. R. F. D. No. 1, Box 20. Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: Here comes a little Mississippi girl to Join your happy circle. I lire tn the country and wonld not change for the city. 1 am fourteen years old. I have one brother In the army and one in the Bury. They both seem to tnlnk it is grand. For pets I have a little pig and four chicks. My pic's name is Cleo. nn letter is getting quite lengthy, guess I will have to close for this time. Hoping to see this in print. I would like very much to ■ orrrspond with the consins. With best wishes to Aunt Julia and all the cousins, your friend. HERBIE WINDHAM. I Laurel. Miss.. R. F. D. 4, Box #2, Iwar Aunt Julia: Will you please admit two little Mississippi girls into your happy '•and? We are consins. Our birthdate is Jan uary 1. Our age Is between twelve and six teen. We go to the same aehool. We would l>- cla<i to correspond with some of the cousins. Aunt Julia, please slap Mr. Wastebasket if he -wallows this. Will dose with a riddle: What is most like a horse's foot Your now nieces,, MARTHA STEWART, SUSIE GRANTHAM. Hattiesburg. Miss.. Route 4. Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: Here comes a Mississippi girl. 1 wrote once before, but it was not printed, so I thought I would write agate. I will describe myself: I am four teet and elevon inches high, weigh I<io pounds ■ It Works! Try It : I Tell, how to loosen a sore, I tender corn so it lifts | out without pain. Good news snreads rapidly and drug gists here are kept busy dispensing: *reezonr. the ether diseovety of a Cin cinnati man, which is said :o loosen any corn to it Lfts out with the fln- Ask any pharmacy for a piarter ounce of freczone. which will cost very little, but is said to be sufficient so rid ons’s feet of every hard or soft corn or callus. Yon apply just a few drops «>u the tender, aching corn ano instantly the soreness :s relieved, and soon the corn is so shriveled that it lifts out with out pain. It is a sticky substance which dries when applied and never inflames or even irritates the adjoining ti«sue. This discovery will prevent thousands of deaths annually from lockjaw and infection heretofore resulting from the suicidal habit of cutting corns— . LAdvtJ THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1917. ONE WOMAN’S I STORY 1 CHAPTER CXII. IN spite of my declaration that I needed; no change, 1 was languid and easily tired. My sleep was still broken. As I passed Robert’s office one aft ernoon after a shopping expedition. 1 thought I would run in and rest for a moment. I had nothing in particular to say to him, and rather hoped he would be out. I had developed a new timidity, almost an embarrassment, when with him since that terrible scene with Har per. As I opened the door the pretty blond stenographer looked up in a peculiar manner, and when I spoke to her she was seemingly relieved, al though embarrassed. "You are surprised to see me." 1 said to put her at ease. “I don’t won der. I do not come often.” “Yes—no—it wasn't that. 1 thought it was Mrs. Lawson!” she blurted out. then added hastily. “Mr. Drayton is away. He went to Lawrence this morn ing, but will be back this afternoon.'” "Oh, you expected Mrs. Lawson, did you?” I asked, ignoring, scarcely hear ing, what she had said about Robert. “No—not exactly. But she comes in often, and when I saw a woman I thought for a moment It was she,” replied the girl, her awkwardness In creasing. “And you are glad It wasn’t,” I de clared smilingly. Like a flash came the thought that this girl also disliked Phyllis Lawion; perhaps «he. too, was jealous of her. Well, 1 would use her to satisfy myself concerning Robert's infatuation —as I called It to myself. “Why—l” she stammered. “Never mind, my dear,” I returned, conivnced by her manner that I was right. ”1 myself do not care much for her.” Then I blushed furiously that J would take such means to spy upon Robert. ■ “You see, Mrs. Drayton, she bothers me with my work,” the girl explained. “I will be getting along nicely with what I am doing, and she will come in with a story she wants done at once, and she makes me -waste an hour or two putting It in shape for her. Os course, Mr. Drayton tells me to do it.” “But you have plenty of time, do you not? You are not obliged to neglect any of Mr.. Drayton's work on her ac count?” I queried, to lead her on. “Oh. no!—it isn’t that! I have time enough, but I dislike her kind of work. It upsets me.” Then, as I did not reply, she continued, “I hope you won't tell Mr. Drayton 1 complained. I didn’t mean to. but I guess the work has got on my nerves. He might not like it if he knew I talked of office matters, even to you.” I knew very well that Robert would not like It, and while I reassured her, I smiled to think that I was as anxious as she could possibly be that he should know nothing of our conversation. I had already been too friendly, and simply said as I left the office: “I must run along now. You need ■ n<! have light hair, blue eyes and fair com plexion and freckled faced, and 1 am thirteen years old. Who has my birthday. August 6? I am the baby. I have two sisters and a father and mother. I live In the country and like country life fine. I go to school at St. Field. I am In the sixth grade. What do you ccusins think about the war? I think it is awful, but I have no brothers except oue, and , lie is in heaven, but I have uncles that will have to go. Well, as my letter is getting hugtbv, I will close. Your niece, MAUDE LUCILLE KEY. DeKalb, Miss., Route 2. Dear Aunt Julia: Will you please make room in your charming circle for a little seven year-old Mississippi girl who has been enjoy ing reading the many good letters for quite awhile! 1 have written several letters, but semehow failed to mail them to you. (Afraid of that big waste basket, I suppose). Well, cousins, the fall season Is here again, ; and the forests look so beautiful with the many varied hues of red. yellow and gold. I enjoy gathering chestnuts and hickorynuts. We have lots of peanuts and popcorn for the win ter store. Cousins, I enjoyed « nice trip this summer to Vandale and Parkin, Ark. We crossed three rivers—the great Mississippi. St. Francis and Tyronza: also St. Francis bay. I went to a big show October 8. Hacken i back and Wallace sure was fine, too. The i procession was over a mile long. Our school opened tbe Ist. 1 have five lessons each day and have made 100 on each legson. I love to go to school, only been one term and am nearly ready for third grade. I am very fond of rending and read several books during vacation. Would answer some of the cousins' riddles, but as this Is my firts letter am afraid it will be too long. Now, Auntie, will be .glad to see this in print for I want to sur- Lrlse Aunt Lucile. I think you know her. With lota of love to Aunt Julia and tbe cous ins, your little friend, LORAINE ROSSEL. Holly Springs. Miss. Dearest Aunt Julia and Cousins: Here comes a fifteen year-old girl to join your golden band. ! Come on,' you Mississippi girls and boys, and i don’t let the other states get ahead of us. Com» on and try with me. What have you . cousins been (Jolng? I have been helping fa tber on the farm tblß year and like farm lire fine. We raise lots of corn, peas, rice, pota toes and peanuts, and had A fine garden. W e | canned lots of fruit and vegetables this year. ! I think evervbody ought to can and raise some for our boys that have gone to war. I think all the plans Aunt Julia gives us fine. _ Who has my birthday. October 23? As this is my first I will hurry away, for Mr. Wastebasket may get It. With love to Aunt Julia anil the cousins. I am your new niece. DRUCILLE BOONE. Star, Mississippi. Dear Mintls and Cousins: As Christmas 1s almost upon us. I want to tell you of some simple, inexp-nsivc gifts that are always wel come for lady friends. Sofa or chair cushions made of velvet or silk scraps and worked, or ‘ even gingham cushions, if done in cross-stitch, etc arc pretty. Pin cushions are quickly and easi’lv made. Wall pockets and napkinholders are good gifts. For men, a watch ease made of velvet or silk in shape of a slipper with cardbosrd as foundation, with holder at toe of slipper—their Initials worked on a twelve inch piece of ribbon as book and hat markers, are nice: tie holders, made of an embroidery hoop neatlv wrapped with ribbon with ribbon hang er i« nice for children. Rabbits, cats and dogs ; can bo made of canton flnnnel and stuffed I Tjist yuletl lc 1 was given a beautiful pntr ! of thoroughbred Kentucky Red Bourbon turkeys, and I now have a fine big bunch of them. They arc so tame they lay with the chickens and arc Just as easily raised as chickens, and cost two-thirds less to feed them. Yon know lust how hard it is to raise the old-fashioned turkeys, and how they wander off to lay. and arc so stupid—this is caused by inbreeding. My i turkeys are so intelligent and they are bean ; ties. It would do you good to see thorn. How 1 rrany of von love flowers? I have some pretty ones’ Easter lilies and the hie ones with nlnk strit»cs pure white waterlilies. water hya cinth. spider lilies and the cnlla-flame vine that grows a hundred feet in one season and has. oh. su<h hanks Christmas Hni"S -thick, fearherv leaf, mile n-mtnute vino ami many others.' With love. Itl'TH GOODALE. Mt. Dora. Fla.. Box 462. | Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: This is my I second letter. Mr. Wastebasket got the other. I Please don't let him get this one. Who has n ' birthday April 1«? I will answer Gladys Brown's riddle: A cherry. Ain I right? 1 will ring off by asking a riddle: Round as a ring, deeper than a cup. all tbe king's horses ean’t null it out. With love to all. CHARLIE BOLICH. R. F. D. 2. Barber. N. C. Dear Aunt Julia and Cousin*: Will you ad mit me into your happy band of girls and toys? I live in Augusta county. Virginia. Fa ther and mother wore raised in Virginia, nnd five years ngo wc moved to Arkansas, and I came back here last fall. I like Arkansas best, but father had 'hills nnd fever. Well, 1 am fifteen years of ngc. api four feet, nine inches tall, weigh 85 pounds, have light brown hair and eyes, dark complexion. Well, cousins, what do yon do for pastliqe? Papa takes The Journal. I like it just fine, especially the letter box. Well, cousins, what do you think of this war? 1 Just think it awful. Well. I will close by asking n riddle: Four stiff stand ard*. four down hangers, two lookers, two erooker* and one switch about. Well, good-by. Your new noice nnd lousin, MARY JESSIE HATTER. Vesuvius, Va., September 7, 1917. By Carolyn Beecher not worry Mr. Drayton by telling him of my call. I haven't been very well, and he might think it was because of that I came in, and worry.” “I shall not mention it, Mrs. Dray ton,” the girl replied respectfully enough, but 1 imagined 1 detected a peculiar gleam in her eyes as she turn ed again to her typewriter. Two things were in my mind as I walked along. Pearl* Bailey,, the handsome stenog rapher, was in love with Robert, and resented Phyllis Lawson's intimacy with him; and he had probably dis charged Miss Perkins because she ob jected to doing Mrs. Lawson’s work. But why was a man like Robert in teresting to a girl like Pearl Bailey? Was it because of his unusual per sonality, his dignity, his seriousness? He was unlike the men of her own class. Os a sudden I knew that as far as she was concerned my fears had been groundless. She would not so fear offending Robert, would not so dislike doing Mrs. Lawson’s work if he had shown any fondness for her. “Hextra! Hextra!” my thoughts were interrupted by the shrill call of a news boy, “Hextra! all about the train wreck.” Mechanically I motioned the boy. With no special interest I bought a paper. “Wreck on the C. and N. Local. Many prominent citizens Injured. Among them District Attorney Drayton.” I read no further. My knees trem bled so I could scarcely stand. Robert injured—perhaps killed. Just as I turn ed to retrace my steps I met Tim Mul hany. “They have taken him home, Mrs. Drayton. You mustn't give way, he may need you. Y’es, he is alive,” he an swered my look, and taking my arm he turned back with me. I didn’t try to answer, but hurried along, dragging on Mr. Mulhany’s arm to hurry him. I was almost running in my aijxiety to reach Robert. The doctor met us at the door. “I have just left him, Mrs. Drayton. I will come back within an hour. Other poor fellows need me. He Is uncon scious. and will be for some time, I’m afraid.” Cold with dread I went in to my husband lying so still on his bed. CHAPTERICXIII. FOR an hour I crouched beside the bed, my eyes glued upon Robert’s face. Would he ever wake again? A desperate appeal for help was in my heart, but It found no expression on my Ups. / The doctor came in. He carefully examined him. "I feel positive he will be all right, although he may be unconscious some time longer,” he told me, as I touched him on the arm to attract his atten tion. I couldn’t speak. “It was a close call, though.” Was the doctor right? Would the splendid figure lying so inert and help less again resolve itself into my strong, virile Robert, self-sufficient, and mas ter of his faculties? Or might the doctor be mistaken? Ought I to have some other doctor, too? The door had scarcely closed behind Dr. Morton before I was on my knees beside the bed, unconscious that I was praying, but in agony begging God to spare my husband, to give him back to me. While I was still on my knees, my gaze on Robert’s face, his eyes opened and he looked at hie understanding!}', then smiled faintly. “I’m all right now, Margaret, but I guess it was a close shave. Some thing hit me on the head, but I’ll be as good as new tomorrow,” he whis pered. then closed his eyes wearily. “Not if you talk,” Tim Mulhany told him. He had entered noislessly. He took and pressed Robert’s hand which lay outside the covers. “I’m going to stay with Mrs. Drayton for a while. But you must keep quiet. The doctor almost tried to keep me out.” Robert turned restlessly on his pil low, and I made no objection when Mr. Mulhany took me gently by the arm and led me to the door. In truth 1 was beginning to feel faint from the effect of the fight and shock, and I knew I would better leave the sick room until I overcame the feeling. Tim helped me into the library, brought me a drink of brandy, then re turned to Robert. He had been gone but a few moments when the telephone rang. I waited, but as no one came I answered it. A woman’s voice asked after Robert: “Is he badly hurt?” her voice trem bled with anxiety, and caused every nerve in my body to quiver. “No. not badly,” I answered, with difficulty controlling my voice, and instinctively trying to disguise it. Then may I speak to him, please?” the voice, still tremulous, asked. “Who is it?” I returned, “Mr. Dray ton is in bed, unable to talk through the phone." "Never mind, I wish to speak to Mr. AFTER 14 YEARS OF SUFFERING This Lady Tried Cardui. Let Her Tell You in the Fol lowing Statement The Results She Obtained Wise, Va.—Mrs. J. M. Elam, of this place, in writing of her female trou bles, says: “This trouble went on for 14 years, often I was unable to work and suffered badly at . . . timek when I could not be on my feet at all. Really in bad health all the time during those 14 years, and was never without Pain with awful hackaohing, had no appe tite. was nervous, but at that time my husband's sister . . . recommended that I try Cardui. which I began to take . . . and which has caused me to be in better- health ever since. In a few days I felt that improvement had begun. My back got stronger and less painful. I got less nervous and my appetite be gan to improve. In a few weeks my improvement was noticeable, and i got into better health than I had had for 14 years. . . . My walking before had been ver}- painful, and could not stand on my feet to do any good. After us ing these medicines, hhwever. I could walk without pain and was able to do the work and housekeeping for ar. ordi nary family. My back and appetite were better and also my. nerves.” If you suffer as Mrs. Elam did, take Cardui. It may ‘be Just what you need. (Advt) Drayton. You are sure he isn’t danger ously hurt?” she evidently thought she was speaking to a servant. "This is Mrs. Drayton, Mrs. Law son,” I ventured, sure no one else would be so insistent. And also thinking that if I had made a mistake I could in some way smooth it over. “I will de liver any message you wish conveyed to him." She mumbled something, and imme diately hung up the receiver. I called central and asked who had rung up my number. She told me the call had been made from a pay station, so she could do nothipg for me. I had forgotten my weakness, my faintness had disappeared as m.y in dignation arose. 1 was positive that it had been Mrs. Lawson talking, and was knowledgment of her identity, knowledgement of her identity. Before this interruption I had felt so grateful, so meekly forgiving, so happy that Robert had been saved to me. Now my heart was overflowing with bitterness at the thought that an other shared him with me: that she t'aared my anxiety, my fear, and would also share my gratefulness at his re covery. In half an hour I went in again to Robert, and to my joy found him calm ly sleeping. Tim Mulhany laid a gn ger on his lips as I stood looking down at my husband; this time my spirit of thankfulness was mixed with indigna tion against that other woman —who- ever she was. "I will lie here on the couch,” I told Mr. Mulhany, as he rose to go. “and will call if Robert wakes. Tell Martha please not to disturb me unless the doctor returns.” I wanted to be alone with my hus band and—my thoughts. Robert had been very near death, but had come out unhurt, save for the shock and the blow on his head, which the doctor had assured me would soon cease to trouble him. For a while I lay thinking of many things which troubled me, but gradually I forgot them all and fell into a light sleep. I dreamed that I was running away and that Mrs. Mulhany ran after and caught me. When she asked me from whom I was running I answered “My self!” “Isn’t that’ cowardly, Margaret? You can’t run away from your thoughts, and others need you, dear,” she replied in her usual sweet way. I woke with a start to hear Robert say “Margaret!” and then ask for wa ter. CHAPTER CXIV. YOU are better?” 1 said as I held the glass to his Ups. al though he winced when I raised his )(ead. ”1 am all right but for this infernal pain in my head, and even that is bet ter. I think I will go to sleep again. There’s no need to worry or to stay with me. Put a bell where I can reach it, and I’ll ring It if I want anything.” “I shall be on the couch," I told him, “and shall hear if you stir.” He made no objection and soon drop ped off to sleep again. This time I neither dozed nor dreamed, but lay rig id, thinking of Robert, of Mrs. Lawson, and of what the future might hold for me. And more than all I thought of the strange woman who had telephoned. Who was she? Yet in spite of my curi osity I determined to say nothing of the episode to him. I would not share him with another to that extent. While he was ill he was mine. As Dr. Morton had predicted, Robert was all right in a few days. And in those days I felt that he belonged to me more nearly than he had in years. His dependence, so unusual, made me very tender toward him; almost forget ful of all that had gone before. It seemed so strange to have Robert at home. To know he was in the house an entire day. He fumed and fretted, said it was nonsense, and all that, and finally Insisted on sending for Miss Bailey. He dictated some letters and had his mail brought to the house In spite of the doctor's orders. When the stenographer came in she laid a pile of letters on the library ta ble. I glanced toward them, and right on top lay an envelope with the same delicate handwriting I had once before noticed. Just as before, Robert picked it up, slipped it into his pocket without reading it. Then he attended to the others. When he had finished and dis missed Miss Bailey I remained in the library with him until dinner was served, hoping he would read the letter he had slipped into his pocket. But he showed no Intention of doing so, else he had forgotten it. My face burned as an idea came to me. I would go to his room after he went to sleep for the night, and if the letter was still in his pocket I would satisfy myself as to his correspondent. You may my pride did not pre vent my considering such an act; but so long as I could keep it from becom ing known I cared nothing any more for myself ,so long as I could satisfy my jealous suspicions. So about midnight I stole from my room into Robert’s. It was a wonder ful moonlight night, and as he slept with the shades up and windows open. I had no trouble finding his coat, and, to my delight, the letter. I made my way quietly back to my own room. For a moment I stood turn ing the letter over and oven. The lon ger I held it, the more positive I be came that it contained the proof of Robert’s faithlessness. Does it all sound horribly cheap and sordid? I know it must, but I am tell ing a true story, my own story, full of little joys and sorrows. But there war* through it all a jealousy of my hus band which made the joys less, the sor rows more keenly outlined. I have often wondered if other wom en in my place would have done very differently? If they would have had more faith, more trust, fewer suspic ions, and so have been happier? At times I had valiantly tried to believe, hut the neglect, the loneliness, had been hard to bear —too hard. I Imagine that no matter how many friends a married woman has. how many comforts, she is lonely if her husband is not with her, U she Is not sure of his love. So now as I stood turning the letter over and over a flush of shame swept oxer my face, but it did not deter me irom taking the thin, closely written sheet from the envelcyse and reading it There was neither date nor beginning. I stared at the page for a moment, then read; “I have had everything life has to give. By every standard of the world 1 should have been happy. But listen to the truth as I shall tell it to you: The only real happiness I have ever known has been in anticipation—an ticipation of the things I expected would bring happiness and did not. “My beauty that has been so admir ed. 1 have hated it; but now I shall take care of it, since it means so much to you. “Love there has never been until — I met you—what has been falsely call ed love and given me has been chiefly a hindrance and an interruption in my career. Love at best is, I think, a ter rible thing, but, as I knew it, a horror. “It was a torment and an exaction which took all, but gave nothing. That is why I long for a considerate, under standing comrade rather than for a fox er. or—a husband” That was all. Tiiere was no signa- I ture, nothing to show from xvhom it came. But as I read it over and over each word was burned upon my mind’s memory as with a branding iron. i HOME Vs Ttr\eiy "Topics JKsWWnir ' y•' Con dur teaßy where will the price of shoes GO TO? Some weeks ago I noticed that a shoe factor} - in Wichita. Kans., was turning out army boots at* twenty-four dollars ! a pair. I suppose officers buy those hig-priced boots Only yesterday I no ticed that the U. S. governm.nt had con tracted for seven million pairs of army shoes, for which the wholesale price would reach considerably more than thirty-two millions of dollars. Small children’s shoes in any town bring four dollars per pair, and baby shoes two j dollars and a half. Young women’s i shoes in the city of Atlanta range from J five dollars to twenty. These stilted prices cannot go down • as leather and labor to make shoes is going up all the time. I am examining my last winter’s shoes to see if they will bear half-soling, and the new soles and the labor will cost ninety cents— maybe a dollar, by the time the work must be done. The price of beef cattle Is so high that the farmers are selling all their milk cows, and the stock of beef cattle is constantly diminishing in the United States. It may be that hog leather can be utilized and shoes and bags can be made of it, after suitable preparation. There is nothing to fall back upon but cloth and wood when leather plays out. The Indians could make moccasins, and I suppose children and women in the house could wear such footgear, but the men, who do hard outdoor labor must have better and stronger shoes. The extremity of this situation is puzzling to me. There are people who can buy shoes at any price, but there will be many people who will not have sufficient money to buy at any of these prices. With cold, wet feet there will be colds and much suffering. What can be found to make cheaper shoes? WAR TIME ECONOMIES. A good neighbor-of mine dilllgent and careful, was telling me how she was preparing for the coming winter. She has saved all the vegetables that would bear canning, and made enough pre serves to give her young people some thing sweet occasionally; and made over her last winter’s dress, until it looks good to me and she is now going over her old quilts, recovering where I they were worn and rebinding where | they were getting frazzled, and she remarked. “I have plenty of bed cloth ing to do me as long as the war lasts.” She used up old dress skirts for re covering and except the thread she used not a cent has been paid out. I saw much of this kind of economy in the Civil war and I knew the good neigh-- bor was looking well to the ways of heij household, right now. There is mortL in saving than there is in spending, even in peace times and flush times*| but the necessity is forced upon youH mind, when war times are upon thd country. The price of wool has gontl soaring high. Yarn for soldiers’ sweat-j ers was selling at 12.75 a pound at the’ last quotations. 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