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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.
To avoid disappointment ask for “2 1-2
ounces of Pinex" with full directions
and don’t accept anything else. A guar
antee of absolute satisfaction or money
promptly refunded goes with this prep
aration. The Pinex Co.. Ft. Wayne. Ind.
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may secure one
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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
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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
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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. In the other war the’
folks at home used the supply of wooij
in the south to weave into men’s clothes’
and to knit socks and sleeping capsl
for the boys at the front. I appreciated!
the economy and thrift of my good(
neighbor who was "doing her bit” ir>(
this thrifty way. I will wager any-(
thing that the women of America will’
conserve and save to the utmost.
WINTER TIME COMES EARLY. (
In this gable-end of old Georgia we
do expect frosty weather much
than in the southern parts of the state,
but we are accustomed to late frosts —
sometimes in middle November.
But this year the vegetation was early
killed and I am writing by a good fire,
and am satisfied we are dealing with
real winter time.
Generally there is a spell of autumnal
'sunshine In November, which we are
want to call Indian summer—to my mind
one of the most delightful periods of
the entire year. Nature seems to be rest
ing herself after the strenuous struggle
with heat and storm, and all the other I
things with which the farmer contends |
in making a crop. The days are short
and when night comes there is a cheer- I
ful tire and restful quiet for man and I
beast. In the daytime the sunshine is
so softly glowing that it feels good to
everybody with no need for umbrellas
or to shiver in cold winds. My dear
mother lived to reach her eighty-sixth
year, and she always rejoiced In this
Indian summer season; said it made the
world look restful and at peace with it
self. Our climate in Georgia is a fine
one. because we are not frozen up in
September like they are in Montana or
Canada, and we are not melted in March,
like they are in lower Florida or Cuba.
May the kind Father grant us ’reason
able weather throughout this coming
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