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Cirn Otd Saris, Other Remedies Won't Cure The worst cases, no matter of how long standing, are cured by the wonderful, old reliable L)r. Porter’s Antiseptic u vl’nir Oil. It relieves Vain and Heals at the same time. 24c. aoc, ii.CH I Nobody likes the man who .tlhuka he knows it all. I Why he constipated, when you can buy LIV-VER-LAX at DR. J. T. WAGES DRUG CO. The more a man practices econ omy the less popular he will be. t lass* ramrtfr Mari A Case of Too Many Wires By AGN£S G. BROGAN A great city. There is a noise in the streets, over the streets, under the streets. A whirling mass of human be ings in the morning rolls down from the north like the ebbing tide and flows up again in the evening. And all night the whirl goes on. but a different whirl. There is a glow of electric lights; the streets are full now not of workers, but of pleasure seekprs. They pour into the theaters. Into the hotels, into the restaurant. And then they pour out again. Captives in the cage of the city jail, men moved about like bees in some mammoth bive, and not unlike the buzzing of bees came the continual bum of their low voiced conversation Here rough faced men passed the anx ious hours, engaged boisterously In a game of cards, while over there others sat lost in deep brooding dejection One figure alone seemed to stand apart different from them all This difference might have been accounted for by the Jaunty suit and cup and the high white collar which the young man wore; but. after all. it was a cer tain Infectious light of good humor in the boyish blue eyes, an Irrespon sible air of happiness, which distin guished Peter Olaf from his compan ions in crime Once again be walked the length of the long room, keeping time to his step by a subdued though merry whistle; then he paused sociably at the side of a prisoner who glowered up at him. Peter spoke with a soft foreign accent. “That makes twelve times around," he said. The man addressed lumber ed to bis feet, joining the youth in his walk. “What chu here for?” be growled. The boyish blue eyes widened, while a dull red crept to the blond hair on Peter's forehead. “Bigamy," he an nounced briefly. The elder man stood still with a muttered exclamation “Bigamy.” he repeated, and exclaim ed again—“bigamy, a kid like you? What chu do it for?" Peter Olaf shook his head “1 didn't mean to.” he said slowly. ”I—l don't know. “It just happened. Far away in Rus sia was Mari. Before I came to this new country Mari and I were mar ried. “Some day I would spnd her money: then she must come to uie So I told her we would he rich here and happy. And Mari was glad. At first 1 wrote to her long letters, and then"— Peter stopped abruptly. When he spoke again his tone was harder, more con strained. “Well, in the house where 1 board ed lived Bianca. 1 was lonely here in the strange country—oh. very, very lonely. “Bianca was most kind and beautiful. Together we went to many places— out upon the ferryboats in the moon light, down to the sands of the sea And Mari seemed to fade away so far l could scarce remember her face. It grew dim like a dream one has almost forgot. “And so I did not send to Mari the money. May not one have anew wife in anew country when one shall nerer return to the old? Bianca also had a lover who would have married her. “This she told me.” The boy pass ed his hand across his forehead. “So what could I do?" he asked. “Could I lose Blanca?" And then that very day when we were married Mari comes along to this country. Alone she had worked and saved, and now she is here. “And Marl asks them to find me for her—the officials—and when they And me 1 am married again. So you see it is bigamy. That is what they tell me. and 1 must be held for trial.” The boy clutched the prisoner's sleeve fearfully. “What will they do with me?" he cried. The hardened man. whose own crime had brought suffering to many, stared disgustedly into the frightened face. “Do with you." he answered fiercely —“do with you? 1 don't know, but 1 hope they will lock you up I hope they make you work as she never thought of working—that little Russian thing you deserted. Chances are they won’t do it. though. That innocent, baby face of yours will carry you through. You’ll only be deported.” “Deported?" questioned the boy ea gerly. The man turned on his heel. “Yes." he answered gruffly—“sent back where your kind belong." Peter Olaf stood considering. He seemed to see again the little village that bad been his home, the tiny school house where he and Mari had gone so many yeaca together. Xhen acrpss his ii E •Anwr jr-fH.Vxv.fc' and closed with much grating of locks. As through a mist he saw the figures of an officer and a girl. “Forty-five!” rang out the officer’s voice, and the girl's slender figure came waverlngly. indistinctly, toward him. A moment she stood, her white face pressed close against the veiling wires, her dark eyes shining goiden black in the reflected light Then with a Joy ful. half Inarticulate Cry Mari clasped her trembling hands “Peter," she whispered—“oh. Peter!" Dumbly the guilty youth stood peering through bis cage. The woolen shawl which the girl wore fell back from her head, revealing the well remembered clustering curls. The sound of bis home tongue upon her lips brought a sob to Peter’s throat. “I came,” Mari went on breathlessly, "to you, beloved. Because you had not been able to send me money, should that then keep us apart? So I worked and worked.” The words melted into a soft, little laugh. "Oh. you did not know that I could be so clever, Peter— could of myself earn so much money, enough to bring me to the far America. But me. alone—l did it" The trium phant tone turned now to one of deep compassion. “And you, my Peter”— the girl said quickly—“they have made you suffer. Because of a cruel, wicked mistake they have placed you here behind their great locked doors. “ ‘He is married in this country.’ the men tell me. but I ask them how can that be. It is foolish, for is not my Peter my husband, and have I not here our printed records? But the interpret er is very stupid, and be will not un derstand, and he tells me over and over again, ‘Peter Olaf is married,' so I come away angry.” The girl tossed her head. “Be brave, beloved." sbe said, “and all will yet be well. “Do not grieve that I must go back, for so they have ordered. ‘Re turn at once to your own country,' the stern man said, as though that were punishment to me. I am glad—glad to go. “Here the people are so strange and fine and grand; here no one cares.” Mari caught her breath sharply. Tears welled in the golden black eyes. She waited, wondering at his silence, and then, with a sudden hopeless gesture, Peter stretched forth his arms. "Mari,” he murmured brokenly, “if I could but touch your hand." “Have 1 not. then, the same long ing?” she answered tremulously. “But when they have learned their mistake. Peter, wheu they know of their wrong, then they will set you free, and you will hasten back to our happy home land. “There will I be to welcome you and see in the garden our fruits and flowers are growing and upon the hills our sheep. So you will be content and hap py forevermore, so you will never care again to wander." “Mari,” the boy cried out in despair, “how may I then come to you—l who am so unworthy?” An attendant laid a kindly hand upon the girl's shoulder “Time’s up,” he reminded. Mari looked back through the screen with reproachful eyes. “You unworthy, Peter?" she said ten derly. “You”— Then obediently Mari followed on up the stair. Outside be fore the jail a dark faced Italian paus ed to adjust the golden harp which he carried. At his side, in bizarre cos tume, tripped a red lipped girl. With a swift sidelong glance at the man she flirted her beribboued tambourine. “I go in there. Toni,” she said. “I not play on the boat today.” The Italian stood looking down upon her with a sort of dogged devotion. “You go to see him. Bianca,” he said —"he who was not your husband. He fool you and lie to you, yet you can for give?” The girl shrugged her shoul ders. “What do I forgive?" she asked pert ly. “He leave her for me. If he leave me for her"—Bianca’s eyes narrowed— “but Petro he not do that,” she said. Halfway to the impressive entrance she turned back to smile at him. “You wait for me, Toni?” she called, and the Italian answered with sad resigna tion: “Always I wait for you, Bianca.” She smiled at Peter also, showing her pretty white teeth, as he drew near the forbidding screen. “Ilello!" she greeted him gayly. “Hello, but I cannot shake hands.” “Would you?" Peter asked her grave ly. “Would you if you could?" “Why not?" laughed Bianca. “You will be free,” she added quickly. “I ask the man at the desk if they send you to jail, and he frown, and he say he think not They send you back per haps where you belong. But Petro,” she whispered softly, “wheu you are free you will come back to me? Prom ise. I am your wife.” The boy leaned wearily against the screen Through it came the fragrant breath of roses in her hair. “Promise, Petro," the girl caressing ly implored him "I will come back to you. Bianca," he answered evenly. She laughed a little as she turned away. “Goodby." she said. And as she came. out pgnjn into, the light..apd “No," she said, slowly shaking her head: "no. Toni; he never come back to me; never, any more.’’ The man leaned forward, unbelieving. “He told you rbat?” he asked eagerly. “He not tell iue,“ Bianca replied, with a shrewd little smile. "He not need to tell me; I know." “Beloved!" the man eutreated and spoke no other word. For a moment the singing girl swayed her tambou rine teasingly before ber mocking face; th£n. suddenly serious, sbe gazed at him across the tinkling bells. “Your kind. Toni.” she said gently; “the slow kind. It is the best” And far out upon the pier another girl sat her upraised face glorified in the light of the setting sun. ber dark eyes filled with dreams. “Deported.” murmured a pitying voice, but the im migrant girl was smiling happily as she followed the long line Into the great white ship. Mari had entered upon the journey Into ber promised land. LIV-VER-LAX FOR THE LIVER. 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