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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 ging down pains. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound hi ored my health and the pains are Mrs. F. A. Peaslee, R. F. D., Box 88. Because your case is a difficult one, doctors having done you no good, do not continue to suffer without giving Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound a trial. It surely has remedied many cases of female ills, such as inflammation, ul ceration. displacements, tumors, irregu larities, periodic pains, backache, and it may be exactly what you need. If you want special ad rice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co, (coufi ,dential) Lynn. Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence. 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. \W rj <• / J W a biA- I ML; fl 1 ■ . .W' V ''ass 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. them, DURUM WHEAT A Most Valuable Food. The original Durum wheat was grown on the banks of th'- Black S< a, and be cause of its richness in gluten has al ways been used by the Italians for the making of macaroni. The I'. S. Agri cultural Department imported some of the best specimens of this Durum wheat and tested it out. When they found the right soil and climatic conditions they produced the finest Durum wheat in the world. From this wheat, :o rich in nourish ing elements, Faust Macaronis made. For this reason Faust Macaroni is the most nutritious food of all -and, best of all, it contains that nourishment in the most easily digested form. It Is all food, good food without waste. Faust Macaroni is a cheap food, 100. A 5c package will make the principal part of a meal for a family of five—lt will take the place of many times its value In meat. Use more Faust Macaroni and cut your butcher bills in half and be bet ter f,-d, to.. AH good dealers sell Faust Macaroni 5e ami lu*- a package. Write for our fi'i i- Book of Re* ipi-s. MAULL BROS., 1221 St. Louis Avenue, St. Louis, Mo. 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 Bowels are Basis of Child Health The careful mother, who watches closely the physical pecuMeritfea of her 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 well’s Syrup Pepsin at night on retir ing and repeat the dose the following night if necessary—more than that will scarcely be needed. You will find that 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- I Dr. E. G. Griffin's Dental Rooms I 24 1-2 Whitehall Street, Over Brown & Allen’s Drug Store. Lowest Prices —Best Work. $5 Set of Teeth $5.00 Impressions —Teeth Same Day. ESTABLISHED 22 YEARS. Crowns, $3,00 Bri( te e Wor|( ' 54.00 PHONE 1708. Hours Bto 7. Sunday 9to 1. Lady Attendant. GRAND CANADIAN TOUR McFarland’s Seventh Annual Tour offers one solid week of travel through seven states and Canada, covering 2.500 miles, Including .100 miles by water, vis iting Cincinn:.. 11, Detroit. Buffalo, Niaga ra Kails and Toronto, Canada. A select and limited party leaves Atlanta, Ga., July 8 in a special I'ullnian train through physical perfection to make a pretty girl. First of all, it takes a good disposi tion and a sense of humor. The pretty girl must master her moods, because a mood, if it’s an un pleasant one, often clings and becomes 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. HE WAS PIPED. 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. gether too powerful for * stitld. Th« homes of Mrs. Vallie Utley, Keytter, N. C., and Mrs. E. L. Hair. Dalton, Ge ars always supplied with Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin, and wtth them, aa with thousands of others, there is no sub stitute for this grand laxative It 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. 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