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THE GEO OGHAMS MAGAZINE PAGE
“The Gates of Silence” &
By Meta Sim mins, Author of "Hushed Up"
His tone was eminently reasonable;,
Rimington realized that. Yet, much as
he desired to see Betty, essential as it
was that he should tell her about the dis
covery of her bag, an almost womanish
instinct prompted him to refuse. The
* thought of that hour of vigil in the silent
house in Tempest street rose up again
within him. of Saxe’s voice outside in
4 earnest colloquy with the besieging po
lice. Then, looking up, he encountered
the gaze of Paul Saxe’s steady eyes, yel
low now in the sunlight like the under
markings of a snake.
“But you will not refuse,” Saxe re
peated.
And something in that look, as utterly
beyond reason as his own prompting in
stinct. told Rimington that he could hot
i efuse.
At the Sign of the Toby Jug.
The wind that had risen with surpris
ing suddenness, swept savagely around
the corner of the street. It raised a com
pact column of dust and leaves from the
scorched plane-trees in the adjoining thor
oughfare. and sent it circling about the
creaking signboard of the corner shop,
whereon an obese gentleman in flowing
waistcoat and three-cornered hat stared
across the way with bellicose eyes. The
swaying movement gave to the low-front
ed figure an odd semblance of life: the
pursy,, incarnadined countenance seemed,
to glow with wrath, the thick lips to
quivef and gobble with indignation.
The door of the shop opened, and a little
girl canfc out and looked up at the sway
ing sign
“Looks fit to bust ’imself. grandad,”
she called over her shoulder into the
r shop. “Gee! Ain't ’e angry? Not ’alf ’e
ain’t."
She gave a little squeal of laughter as
she spoke, looking up at the pictured man,
herself a weird, eltish little figure, with
black-clad legs looking extraordinarily
long under the abbreviated skirts of a
frock of Rob Roy tartan. Her haid. of
a crude, uncompromising red, was parted
with geometrical precision from her brow
to the nape of her neck, and tightly
plaited in two long pigtails.
The sound of her laughter was as elfin
as her aspect. It conveyed an impres
sion that she found a deliberate joy in
the contemplation of the imaginary suf
fering with which she credited the figure
on the signboard an uneasy suspicion
that, had they been the actual sufferings
of a real person, her pleasure would have
been augmented, not impaired.
The sound served to bring her unseen
auditor to the shop door.. He showed
himself as a small, fragile-looking man,
greatly bent, as through age or illness,
with a pale, rather well-featured face,
that was refined and even sweet in ex
pression until he smiled, as he did now.
* laying his hand on the red head of the
little girl. But when he smiled the thin,
arched nose came down a little too low
over colorless lips, and the bushy eye-
• brows, black and plentifully sprinkled
with gray, went up a little too high into
the lined forehead to be pleasant, and re
vealed a pair of eyes just a trifle too
near set,
He stood for a moment with his hand
on the child’s head, looking down the
windswept street, where the first slow
drops us a thunder shower were begin
ning to patter on the pavement.
“Seems to be blowing up for a storm,
Bess," he said. “That’s what's bother
ing our friend up there He’s feelin’
twinges of rheumatism been livin’ too
well. I expect."
His voice had a pleasant quality, even
a certain refinement of tone, despite a
distressing huskiness. He drew out his
watch, cumbrous and old-fashioned, that
had bulged on his waistcoat like some
monstrous growth, glanced at it: then,
pulling the little girl’s pigtails gently,
bade her get back into the shop.
“Go into your mammy." he said. "She
will be feeling frightened-like. She al
ways knows when there's a storm coming.
I shouldn’t be surprised if this was a
pretty sharp one. T heard the first peal.’’
The child scampered back obediently,
but the old man himself stood for a
moment or two in the doorway, looking
up the street. Presently from the shop a
cat came sidling out. It rubbed itself.
MRS. STEVENS
RECOVERS
After Years of Suffering.
Tells How Her Health
Was Regained.
Waurika, Okla. — “I had female trou
bles for seven years, was all run down,
[ffTjVftq
its use. and wrote to you for special
advice. In a short time I had regained
my health and am now strong and well. ”
-Mrs. Sallie Stevens, R.F.D., No. 2,
Comanche, Okla.
Another Woman Recovers.
Newton, N.H. —“ For five years I suf
fered from female weakness and drag
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Vegetable Compound hi ored my
health and the pains are Mrs.
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Because your case is a difficult one,
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and so nervous I
could not do any
thing. The doctors
treated me for dif
ferent things but did
me no good. I got
so bad that I could
not sleep day or
night. While in this
condition 1 read of
Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Com
pound, and began
after the servile manner of Its kind, about
hfs feet and legs: then, using his coat as
a support for Its claws, sprang up and
settled itself on his bent shoulder, as on a
watch-tower.
A Strange Pair.
They seemed strangely in keeping, old
man and gaunt, gray-striped cat, with
this tiny shop, whose windows looked into
two of those fast-disappearing streets of
old Westminster that survive here and
there, hidden away and dwarfed by great
modern buildings, by flaunting highways,
as they stood the>e looking for nothing
up the street where so few feet woke the
echoes.
The legend over the shop, as well as
several fly-blown cards in the windows,
announced that it was occupied by “Sam
uel Jex. Goldsmith and Dealer in Anti
quities.' The various trivial articles in
the jvindow—china figures, fragile, hand
less cups, divorced for all time from their
wedded saucers, old-fashioned jewelry,
heaped together heterogeneously on little
trays under one set price, together with a
got <1 deal of old brass —suggested that
Samuel lax wsa a dealer in a very small
way Indeed.
Rain was falling, not In heavy splashes
now. but in a white, driving sheet that
hid the virta of the streets. The grum
bling of the thunder sounded momentarily
loutler ami more threatening, following
tearing zigzags of lightning that lit up
the dark interior of the shop.
In the extraordinary stillness that pre
vailed between the thunder crashes every
sound appeared intensified. The echo of
rapid footsteps, ringing out monotonously
down the street, seemed almost prepos
terously loud.
At the sound of those approaching feet
the cat pricked up its pointed ears, and
stared out before it with round, unblink
ing eyes that took no heed of the light
ning-shot sheets of rain. The eyes of the
man also stared out intently. There was
something predatory in this absorbed gaze
of man and animal.
The steps <ame nearer and paused. Out
of the solidly blinding rain a man stepped
into tlie entrance of the shop and greeted
Jex~by name. He was umbrellaless,*but
wore a long white mackintosh coat that
covered him from head to foot.
“Good heavens!" he said “You and
your cat—you don’t appear to mind the
thunder and lightning, either of you, do
you?"
“No, no: we mind nothing of that sort,
sir." the old man said. "Leah is Inter
ested in the rain: she has an inquiring
mind. And you care nothing for the
vagaries of the weather neither, Mr.
Saxe."
"Not a—”
An Uncanny Moment.
The words were stilled on Saxe’s lips
by an almost deafening crash of thun
der. As he followed Jex into the shop
a flash of lightning cut through the dark
ness of the shop like a sword.
The cat, thak up till now had sat un
moved on its master's shoulder, accommo
dating itself to his every movement with
an agility born of long practice, uttered
a frightened cry. and, jumping down,
ran helter-skelter into the shop.
Saxe took off his dripping hat and shook
it unconcernedly on the floor.
"Quite an operatic entrance, my excel
lent Jex." he said. “Enter Mephis
topheles with thunder and lightning—eh?
Appropriate —what? I'm expecting a
friend to meet me here —I suppose he
hasn’t come yet? I can have the room as
usual?" he added, casually.
“Surely, sir; surely." The old man
made an awkward little bow. “You, or
any friend of yours, are welcome to my
house."
He spoke with an accent of almost
groveling servility, but there was nothing
of servility in the glance that he cast at
Saxe. who. with his back to him, was
divesting himself of his long mackin-
« Fables of the Wise Dame *
By DOROTHY DIX.
ONCE upon a time there was a
Man who was the proud Father
of an interesting little Boy.
Now, the Father was one of those
Conscientious Men who take a serious
View of a Parent's Responsbility, and
as he was most anxious that his Son
should not do any sidestepping from
the Straight and Narrow Gauge Way
he went aside and thus communed with
himself
"1 do not desire.” lie reflected, "that
my Son should burn up as much Time
and Money as I did exploring the Wilds
of Life, anil while it is True that 1 had
my share of Fun. T opine that I paid
more than One Hundred Cents on the
Dollar for it. and that it was not worth
the Price.
"1 apprehend, however, that while
Virtue is its own Reward the Con
sciousness of Doing Right is not a Suf
ficiently Glittering Prize to attract the
Youthful Fancy, so it's up to me to
show my Son that if he wishes to enter
the Oldest Inhabitant Class, and be
quoted in the Papers as the Rip Van
Winkle who remembers the Coldest
Winters and the Hottest Summers, he
must train on th*' Water Wagon with
plenty of Plain Food and Hard Work. '
Hunting a Shining Mark.
Thereupon the Man took his Son by
the Hand, and, they started forth in
search of a Shining Example that
would teach the Little Boy that if tie
Did everything he Didn't Want to Do,
and Cut out all that he Did Want to
Do. he might reach a Doddering and
Toothless Old Age where he would be
the Champion Bore. v
So the Father and Son wended their
Way to the Park, where they soon per
ceived two Ancient Mariners sitting in
the Sun, and the Father approached
them and thus addressed them:
"Venerable Sires.” he said, "I per
ceive that you are Headliners in the
Antique Class, and as I make no doubt
that your Advanced State of age Is due
to a Corn-ct and Well Spent Life, 1
entreat you to tear off a Bunch of
your Experiences so that my Son may
emulate your Noble Example.”
"if you desire Advice ’about how to
Reach the Age Limit.” replied one of
the Hoary Dodos, "you have come to
the Right Spot, fol I am the Real
Thing, anil while I do uoi wish to Cn
duly Praise myself I fl-el hound io ad
mit that the reason that 1 am tile great
tosh coat. His eyes, widely opened in
that quick glare which betokened some
thing oddly akin to hatred, showed them
selves to be very ugly, very sinister eyes
indeed.
“I was beginning to fear you had for
gotten the way to Armadale street. You
—no, nor Mr. Fltzstephen neither—haven't
been near the place for many weeks now
And he, poor gentleman—well, we can
look for him coming here no more, that's
sadly certain A terrible affair that!
Dear, dear, how very unfortunate."
"Very," said Saxe. "And the con
founded nuisance of an inquest tomorrow
also."
"An inquest?” One might have imag
ined that there was almost a startled
note In the old man's voice as lie
turned.
“Yes--I’ve plenty to worry me without
you starting to complain. If 1 haven't
been here, you’ve not been the loser,
have you?”
"Complaining—Mr Saxe. the very
ideer!” The old man made a hasty dis
claimer. - His tone ran on in an almost
whining apology, as he led the way Into
the little back shop.
"We always miss your visits, sir; and
the little lass has been dull-llke the last
weeks."
“Dull, has she!" Saxe gave a short
laugh. "How is the little scapegrace?"
He did not wait for. nor appear tp pay
any heed to the old man’s reply. He had
followed him into the back parlor, low
rafted like the shop, and packed with a
heterogeneous collection of furniture, and
was examining a eollection of prints that
hung without any pretence at arrange
ment on the smoke grimed walls. But
that he had heard was evident b.v the
words with which he broke in carelessly
on Jex's flow- of talk.
“Getting on well at school. Is she?
That’s good. Cockney accent ripening. I
suppose? How's her mother* No need
to ask —her sort are"——
He paused, for at that moment the
shop hell rang and. glancing over the cur
tain that obscured the lower half of the
shop door, Saxe saw that Jack Rlmington
had entered the shop.
He went forward to meet him.
Samuel Jex lingered a moment in the
low-ceilinged parlor, a man whose face
was suddenly transformed by a look of
livid hatred, whose thin lips moved, ut
tering voiceless imprecations.
Such hatred speakings in the watching
pose of that bent figure, such malignancy
in the suddenly curled lips and the wide
staring eyes. It almost seemed as
though, if looks were an index to the
thoughts of the heart, If wishes had sud
denly been vivified into deeds, perhaps
sensation-loving London might have giv
en a second mystery of life and death to
gloat over when the later editions of the
evening papers came reeking hot from
the press.
“Grandad! Grandad! Mammy's need
ing you!”
At the sound of that shrill-calling voice
a mask seemed to fall over Samuel Jex’s
face, veiling anger and hatred and malice
with that look of half-smiling resignation
that had shown there as he stood looking
down the street. With a sw’ift Inter
rogatory glance at the men, Saxe and. his
companion, now talking together in the
shop, he opened a door that gave on to a
woden staircase and went slowly up to
the rooms above the shop.
Jack Rimington and Paul Saxe faced
each other in this little shop like cau
tious duelists.
Rimington was pale’ and strained-look
ing. but master of himself now; no longer
the uncertain, half-dazed man of the
morning. He took in the surroundings of
the place where Saxe had made his curi
ous assignation with keen eyes. The fact
did not escape Saxe.
Continued Tomorrow.
Main Shine is because I have ever been
a Model of all the Virtues.
Painting His Own Halo.
"I've never tasted anything stronger
than Church Lemonade, nor has To
bacco ever stained my Lips. I have
lived on Health Food Messes that were
good for my Digestion, and I have al
ways gone to bed with the Chickens
and Risen with the Milk Man, and de
voted myself to Honest Toil. Like
wise. when a Female made Googoo
Eyes at me I fled down the Other Side
of the Street.
“As a Result of this Exemplary Con
duct. and of always observing the Rules
of Health. 1 am still hobbling about
while most of mv Friends are tucked
under the Daisies.”
"Behold, my Son. the rewards of a
Life of Self-Denial and Industry," cri* d
jhe Father to his son, and then he
turned to the Other Old Gabfest. and
begged him to a id the Story of His
Life to the Impressive Lesson they had
just received.
"Alas!" replied the other Old Man,
"after the beautiful Picture of a Noble
Career we have just seen lam ashamed
to exhibit my Tin Type, for 1 regret to
sav I am one of those who have Burned
the Candle at Both Ends and in the
Middle when things did not seem to be
Lighting I’p enough, ami the Things I
have done to all the Laws of Hygiene
are a plenty.
"I have painted my Share of the
Town a. deep Vermillion Hue, and when
I mounted the Temperance Platform it
was because the Fizz had given out.
Never has a Peacherino had to Flag me
Down but once, and I grieve to admit
that the only Manual Labor that has
ever Appealed to my Taste has been
Dealing the Pasteboards.
"I have also passed up the Humble
Cereal in favor of Welsh Rarebit and
Lobster Newburg, and while my
Friends have prophesied that I would
dig my Grave with mv Teeth, you will
observe that I am still on the Job, and
not In ft. I fear that lam not aa Good
an Example as my Aged Friend here,
but I am just as much Alive and Three
Years Older.”
"Father.” said the Little Boy, "what
lesson do we learn from these Two Ex
amples?”
"We learn," replied the Father, "that
th- < mly Infallible Ruh- for Attaining
u Hale Old Aage is not to Die Young.”
Moral: This fable teaches that most
Rules of Conduct work both Ways.
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
, SHE IS NOT FAIR TO YOU.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 21 and am very much in love
with a very beautiful young girl. But,
In spite of all my efforts, she does not
recognize tny love, but receives all
presents which I have given her.
F. R. W.
She should not accept your gifts un
less an engagement exists, and you
wrong yourself by hanging around in
this dangling fashion. Unless she will
positively accept your love, take it to
some girl who will treat It better.
YOU ARE TOO TRAGIC.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am in love with a young man. He
seems to care for me a little, but
every time he sees me talking to any
young man he joins us. and to make me
jealous he tells the other young man to
tell some of his other girl friends he
wants to make a date. E. L.
If that is his notion of a pleasantry
you must accept it as such and refuse
to let It annoy you. I am afraid you
have encouraged him in it by showing
that he is making you jealous. Don't
ever display any jealousy and I am sure
he wiil quit the silly practice.
DON’T LET HIM CALL AGAIN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
For the last three weeks' there has
'been a young man calling on me quite
often, but he has also been keeping
steady company with a girl acquaint
ance of mine for at least six months.
While in my company he has hinted to
me of being tired of this young lady,
although he still calls on her.
W. L. W.
In calling on both he is loyal to
neither. That is enough to condemn
him, and when he adds to this offense
by telling one girl he Is tired of the
other he Is too fickle to deserve ordina
ry respect. Have nothing more to do
with him. Such a man brings happi
ness to no woman.
TELL HIM YOUR MOTHER'S
VIEWS.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am engaged to a young man who
has given me several costly gifts (ail
jewelry), but has not given me any
ring. He imagines, I guess that the
others answer the purpose. Now, my
mother will not buy me anything to
ward my coming wedding, nor will she
announce my engagement until he does
so. I did not think the ring neces
sary. My aunt, with whom I live savs
that I am right. EDITH.
An engagement ring is not a vital
necessity, but it is a pretty custom,
and I am sure your lover’s failure to
get one is due to thoughtlessness.
Tell him your mother insists on a
ring, and I am sure you will be wear
ing one ihe next day.
A FOOLISH GIRL.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 21 and keep company with a
young man three ’-ears my senior. We
have set the day of the wedding, but I
don’t think I love this young man as
one should love a husband. He loves
me very much and I don’t know of any
body 1 like better. My folks think It
will be a very good match. The only
thing against him is that he Is not an
American and speaks broken English.
Go back on my word I can not, and I
know It will break his heart.
TROUBLE.
You have been very foolish to let
matters drift in this way. You will hu
miliate the young man and distress
your parents by breaking the engage
ment at this late hour, but this you
must do rather than marry him unless
you love him "as one should love a hus
band.” But be sure of yourself first. A
great deal of unhappiness would he
avoided if you had known your own
mind from the first.
SHE HAS THAT PRIVILEGE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young man eighteen years old.
I have been keeping company with a
young lady five years my senior. She
seems to care for me quite a lot. but
she will pay attention to other fellows
when I am not around and let them
come to see her. I have spoken to her
about'lt, but can not get hr r to stop.
L. W. W.
You are not engaged, and she has the
privilege of accepting attentions from
other men. Moreover, a youth of nine
teen is too young to think of being en
gaged. So got over ttye notion that
you are being wronged, or that your
heart Is fatally involved.
Do You Know
That—
Russia is considering a gigantic plan
to connect by canal the Volga river and
the Black sea.
Norway is considering a hydroelec
tric scheme which is calculated to rep
resent a capacity of more than 200,000
horsepower.
A photographic map of the entire
sky, showing approximately 1,500,000
stars, has been prepared In sections by
the asrtonomers of Harvard university.
The whole map would cover more than
five acres.
One of the great trans-Atlantic
steamship companies has determined
to make use of the system of carrying
boats on deck known as "nesting.”
Nesting inquires a boat of special con
struction, for tins Standard lifeboat
could not be nested above two, or at the
outside three, deep.
At present the New Haven railroad
has 114 miles of electrical tracks
equipped for electrical operation. So
extensive are the increases which the
company is making in its electrical
equipment that b.v the end of next year
no less than .I'l2 miles of the company's
tracks will be electrically operated.
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By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER.
MY pretty girl has just graduated
and if there is any one thing in
the world that she doesn't
know perfectly I wish some one would
tell me about it so that I could study
up on that subject and now and then
confront that sweet superior being with
my own knowledge.
But I'm afraid it's hopeless. She
knows almost everything there Is to
know, and she has Just been given a
diploma which says so.
The other day I saw a row of pretty
girls receiving their ribbon-tied roll of
honor, and the head of the school said
something in his speech which 1 think
applies to our pretty girl, and which I
want her to repiember.
The occasion was the graduation of
tlie girls In one department of the
music school settlement, and as Direc
tor David Mannes, the violinist, gave
them their diplomas,. he. said that he
hoped this would b" the first of many
graduation days.
"Too many young people feel that
onie they have graduated that settles
til* matter Nothing mor*- is expected
of them, but tin- real artist knows that
he has to graduate many, many times.
Indeed, life is a series of graduation
days."
I want to repeat the same thing to
my pretty girl. Whatever • points of
perfection • ou have attained, don't be
willing to stop 'hero.
Becarre Very Dull.
Sn many girls graduate into the state
of matrimony for instance, and then
their <‘ffort ('(-.•isi-s. In a few years thi-y
are dull', unlnterest Ing wives, and one
wotjders what any man ever saw in.
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The Making of a Pretty Girl i 3
The Sweet Girl Graduate and the Vacation Question
The Sweet Girl Graduate
Others graduate into business. From
that time on they are content to bo
just business girls, without thought of
self-improvement, even along their spe
cial lines of work.
Again, others, the pretty home-stay
ing girls, are satisfied to be just pretty,
and think that prettiness means a good
complexion, large eyes, nice teeth and
hair.
Well, it does mean that, up to the age
of sixteen, perhaps, but after that it
means ever so much more, for each
pretty girl is building her character
into her face for him who reads to run
away from or to love.
It takes a good deal more than mere
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The careful mother, who watches
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children, will soon discover that the
most important thing in connection I
with a child's constant good health la
to keep the bowels regularly open.
Sluggish bowels will be followed by
loss of papetite, restlessness during
sleep. Irritability and a dozen and one
similar evidences of physical disorder.
At the first elgn of such disorder give
the child a teaepoonful of Dr. Cald
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night if necessary—more than that will
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the child will recover Its accustomed
good spirits at once and will eat and
sleep normally.
This remedy la a. vast improvement
over salts, cathartics, laxative waters
gnd similar things, which are alto-
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a bad habit that Is enough to spoil the
prettiest girl in the world.
Take all those pretty habits, de
spondency, peevishness, even laziness.
Such things can be conquered by a de
termined effort of the will and physical
exercise.
Rules For Laziness.
When you wake up feeling depressed
or lazy, jump up, take a quick sponge
bath and make yourself sing if you've
the slightest talent that way.
Hurry with your dressing and tidy
ing and get out Into the open air or
occupy yourself with something besides
your own thoughts—some piece of hard
work you shirked along up to
now. Plunge into it and get it done.
Learn to discipline your moods in this
way, and every time you do it you will
find it easier the next time.
While one sort of graduate simply
"stays put” naturally, the other kind
overworks, putting too much strain on
brain and muscle.
She is the girl who says she doesn’t
need a vacation, or who spends her va
cation in such a strenuous persult of
pleasure that she returns completely
frazzled out.
Vacation Is a very important thing.
So is Sunday.
One Day of Rest
The command to take one day of pest
in each week is being slighted more
and more when one thinks of the hard
work we all have enjoying ourselves on
Sunday, and many people, especially
young girls, refuse to realize that the
summer vacation is the time to recu
perate, not to spur one’s tired body to
further feats of physical endurance.
Whether you are spending your sum
mer vacation at home or in the moun
tains, at the seaside or visiting and
traveling, try to make the time one of
physical benefit, mental change and
rest.
Make an effort to be out of doors
whenever you can and have clothing of
the simple and sensible kind, the sort
you don't need to worry about.
Take an extra allowance of sleep.
Few' young girls sleep enough, anyhow.
Try a nap in the middle of the day.
If you are of the energetic type, make
yourself lazy. If you are indolent, use
the summer months to learn some kind
of profitable form or exercise or a
course of study which will be useful to
you in the fall.
Remember that the girl of eighteen
is not as strong as the normally healthy
woman of 30, and that she should con
serve her strength and energy during
the summer and lay in a supply of
health for the winter months.
If possible, I advise her not to get
tanned, but to wear hats and veils, even
if they are a nuisance, not so much
because of the complexion as because
of the eyes. The glaring sunlight is
bad for the eyes, and blinking at the
sun makes early wrinkles and ugly
faces. Bathe the face in a basin of luke
warm water with a teaspoonful of bak
ing soda for prickly heat or summer
rash. Put a good handful of the soda
into the bath tub. The red spots will
heal quickly.
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Manager—Where’s the living skele
ton, Joe? It’s his turn to go on.
General Utility Boy-—He’s went an’
slipped while he was washing his hands
and went down the waste pipe.
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really more than a laxative, for It con
tains superior tonio properties which
help to tone and strengthen the stom
ach. liver and boweta so that after a
brief use of it all laxatives can bo dis
pensed with and nature will do its own
work.
Any one wishing to make a trial oi
this remedy before buying it in the
regular way of a druggist at fifty cents
or one dollar a large bottle (ftunlly slse)
oan have a sample bottle sent to ths
home free of charge by simply address
ing Dr W. B. Caldwell, 405 Washing
ton Rt., Monticello. 111. Your nams and
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