Newspaper Page Text
THE GEOSOIAM’S MAGAZIME,' PAGE
“The Gates of Silence”
A STORY OF LOVE. MYSTERY AND HATE, WITH A THRILLING POR
TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS.
' TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
“Retty, dear. I didn't bring you here,"
he said gentl> Don’t you remember? You
slipped away from my side whep the light
went out and got a wax, thank heaven—a
week ago. Betty. Do you realize that?"
*'A week ago, Jack? What do you
mean?" She raised her face from her
hands and looked at him with wide eyes.
**A week'
Had he ever been mdd enough to enter
tain the thought of her guilt? Looking
at her now, Rimington knew that, what
ever he had dreaded /luring the time of
hideous tension in the house in Tempest
street, whatever fears had racked him
during these past black days, now, face
to face with her. the thoughts had been
a blasphemy.
"Yes, dear, a week," he said. "You’ve
heard how fear ami pain have turned
people’s hair white in a night. Betty, ami
the fear ami pain of that night have
robbed you of a week of life. For a week,
ever since you came home that awful
night, you have been like a little child—
the Betty of ten years ago. Dr. Hardinge
hardly dared to hope the gales would roll
back again for you."
"A week out of life! You mean that
my memory went for a week? .lack, I
can’t understand. I can hardly believe It.
I can remember nothing, only that the
light went out and that you were near
me."
"Nothing nothing at all. Betty?" He
hardly dared to press her - she looked so
forlorn, so fragile: yet she was the Betty
he loved, must always love, come what
might, and, for all his remorse of a mo
ment since, he dreaded lest she might slip
away from him onbe again into those
strange, pale distances of the gray bor
derland where her little feel had been
p straying
"Only a vague, terrifying dream."
As gently as he could he told her ail
he knew, all that Mrs. Rimington had told
him of her return. But he did not dare
to mention the Lake of Blood, nor tell of
the man who lax beneath the shadow of
the rope -yet.
Nothing to Fear.
"But can you remember nothing?" he
asked her. "Dear heart, why were you in
Tempest street at all" Betty, why do you
tremble? There's nothing to be afraid of
I want you to understand that noth
ing.”
He spoke with conviction. She had
nothing io fear, because, though she was
the victim <»f some terrible coincidence,
though (he ugly octopus of mystery had
swept Its coils about her sts it had about
himself, of any participation in the nag
•dy that had taken place in that house
of the clocks she was as innocent as he
knew himself to be. The conviction came
to him with as absolute a certainty as
though an angel had descended from
heaven to confirm it.
"No oh. I am afraid Everything is
so vague black and vague and menacing.
What did happen, .lack? You were there,
and that thing at my feet. it didn't
serin human like a broken marionette.
A man that old man -done to death. So
horrible and evil as he was I had a knife
in my hand -you saw. Jack?’’
Her eyes met his with a pitiful eager
ness, almost as though she hoped for
contradiction.
"[ &Cw. yes,” he broke out, eagerly.
"But before, darling before. What hap
pence! first, Betty? Try to tell me; so
much depends upon it."
A change came over the girl's face.
"Oh. I don't know I don’t know." she
repeated. "I seem to see everything
pl ough'- a . veil a mist. Only when you
showed me ;he bug. 1 remembered- the
house with its clocks, the quiet room
with lie jewels on the table, and—it."
"You can't even remember why you
went t«» Tempest street?” Rimington
cried, aghast.
Betty hesitated. Then, as he repeated
bis question:
"Yes. I can remember that," she said: !
"but with a sudden little gesture of
At Fountains & Elsewhere
Ask for
"HOBLICK’S'
The QiiEina! and Genuine
MALTED MILK
* Ths Food-drink for All Ages.
At restaurants, hotels, and fountains.
D“licious, invigorating and sustaining.
Keep it on your sideboard at home.
Don't travel without it.
A quick lunch prepared in a minute.
Take no imitation. Just say “HORLICK S.
Not in Any Trust
SEASHORE
Excursion
; VIA
Southern Ry.
Premier Carrier of the South. 5
p Friday, June 28
. $6.00 JACKSONVILLE, limit 6 days
t SB.OO TAMPA. limit 8 days
| ■sfT6o"lßß UNSWICK, limit 6 days
I "$6.00 ST. SlMONS.limit B_days
■s6ibO _ CUMBERLAND, limit" 6 days
Tickets good returning on any
regular train within limit.
IWO SPECIAL TRAINS FROM ATLANTA
8:00 p m,. solid Pullman train;
I Arrive Jacksonville 7:00 a. tn
8:30 p itv. coaches only;
Arrive Jacksonville 7:30 a. in
These trains will not stop at local
stations. Tickets will be sold from
Allanta only.
Brunswick Passengers.
Passengers for Brunswick. Cum
berland and St. Simons will he
handled In extra coaches and
sleeping cars attached to the regu
lar train leaving Atlanta at 0:30
p. m.. arriving Brunswick 7:4f>
a m . connecting with boats for
the islands.
For further information write or
call on James Freeman, division
passenger agent Southern Railway.
No. I Peachtree st.. Atlanta. ■
JOHN I. MEEK. A. (J. P. A ■
pleading she put out her hands to him—
"you mustn't ask me to tell you that,
for 1 can't. It's not my own secret. T
haven't the right to tell you that."
The eagerness which had flamed up in
Rlmingtorfs eyes went out. The memory
of the story Saxe had told him In the
back parlor of the curio shop in West
minster came back to him now with a
rush —the financier's extraordinary sug
gestion that Fitzstephen and Betty had
not met that night for the first time.
What was this secret that Betty could
not share with him, though she shared it
with another? Now for the first time dur
ing thi§ interview his thoughts reverted
to the stone he had found in Betty's bag,
the stone that lay securely now for all
time in its sordid setting of Thames mud.
Did she remember nothing of that? In
spite of himself, a little creeping doubt
raised its head in his heart. It was all so
inexplicable—so bitterly hard to believe
that Betty had no knowledge of how she
had come home.
The watching girl saw how his face
darkened.
"You’re angry, Jack." x
The words died in her throat with a
pitiful quiver, her hands fell to her sides
with a desolate little gesture that left
Rimington strangely cold. He was hurt
and he told her so, hardly realizing how
hard a note rang in his voice.
"No: not angry, Belly but hurt a lit
tle. I confess, that you. whom I have
trusted so much, should trust me so lit
tle."
"Jack aren't you a littlo unjust? It is
not my own secret, dear. The whole
happiness of another person depends on
my given word."
"And if your own happiness mine
pended on your speaking'."’
"1 have given my word," he girl said,
nervously.
"Your word yes, that’s all very well.
Betty. " Rimington said, with a touch of
impatience; "but you don't understand
how important this is a mailer of life
and death. During the w£ek that has
dropped so inexplicably out of your life
things have happened. A man has been
arreste<l for the murder in Tempest street
a man I firmly believe to be innocent,
but unless you or I can help him he'll be
hanged undoubtedly 1 looked for so much
from you some explanation that it
seemed only you could give of that night's
happenings and now you speak of your
given word."
Perhaps it was the thought of Saxe. a
vision of his dark, complacent face, that
had obtruded itself between him and
Betty's white one, that had lent a bru
tality to his words of which he wa< quite
unconscious. Certainly effect on the
girl before him took him quite unawares.
She turned to him quickly, looked at
him tor a moment In silence, then:
"There is only one explanation 1 can
give. Jack." she said, in a quiet, curious
ly clear voice, "and that I can give with
out violating any confidence. I was at
Tempest street on the night of the mur
der. and in a moment of panh; I stabbed
a man this man you say is Fitzstephen.
the money lender. I must tell the police
ail I know. <»f course this man who has
been arrested is innevent."
Something That Stirred in the Trees.
For a moment her meaning evaded him:
then, with a horror-stricken exclamation,
he moved toward her.
"Betty- hush! You -don't know vyhat
you are saying " He gave a half-glance
over his shoulder, dreading lost even in
that place of white loneliness some eaves
dropper might start up
“It's the truth! I killed him." Her
voice rang out almost shrilly, though
with word and sign again he urged her
to silence. "I cant deceive myself,
though I have tried to do so. Everything
came back to me at the sight of that bag
which I dropped in my flight. I remem
bered everything—everything up to a
point—your coming. The room, the knife,
the blood on my hands. Heaven knows,
it wasn't premeditated: even now I can’t
understand how it happened. But I re
member —the body lay there —there at my
feet, and I stood with the knife in my
hand" —
Her voice faltered and died. Riming
ton looked at her. gripped to silence b>
the tragedy and horror of the scene Ids
blundering had evoked. She had never
seemed so lovely, so desirable in hi? eyes
as at that moment. No doubt now in his
heart this admission which had sprung
to her lips with heroic self-sacrifice at the
first hint of another's danger was not
t rue.
"But before?” he urged once again.
"Can you remember what happened be
fore you saw the body? Betty, darling,
speak. So ‘much depends on it. Did this
man insult you*”
"I don't know I can't remember," she
said, dully. "It’s so strange. I went
to Tempest street yes. I can tell you
that not to see him: 1 had never seen
this man before. Yet I know he was evil
and horrible. Oh, Jack. Jack! will this
veil ever lift?"
"Bettv" he interrupted her with a
rough vehemence —"it's preposterous what
you say. It's absurd on the face of it.
Because I found you in the room with a
murdered man what does that prove? I
suppose yon blundered. Into the room, saw
something that drove you half mad with
fright, and in your fright you picked up
the knife. Can’t you see that’’ Why on
earth should you kill a man you had never
seen before?"
Yet even as he spoke a remembrance
Hashed up in his mind of words until
that moment forgotten the faltered
words this girl had uttered when she
tottered toward him in that silent room:
"This man this man tried" They
seemed tn fit in like the pieces of a puz
zle that form a tantalizing portion of an
uncertain picture with those other words
uttered by her a minute since: "Yet I
know' he was evil and horrible."
His voice had lost nothing of its ring
of conviction when he spoke; "There is
some hideous veil of mystery over the
matter, hut you can't pierce it hy a false
and ridiculous statement:" hut for all bis
conviction he realized what an ugly mys
tery it was-, and remembered also how
even he had doubled.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
Searchlight on the Sky
Mrs. E. A. Bishop, <>f Brooklyn, N.
Y„ says: "1 should like to have the
merits of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound thrown on the sky with
a searchlight, so that all suffering
women could read and be convinced
that there Is a remedy for their ills.
Eor years I was a great sufferer from
organic female troubles and had de
spaired of ever being well again, but
found relief in Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound, which I tried as
a last resort. ’’ ■
Eor nearly forty years Lydia E.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound has
been the standard remedy fol' fernale
Ills.
By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
THE newest thing is a wading suit.
It's the aristocratic cousin to the
bathing suit ami "never goes
near the water."
It can be made of anything you like
from brocade io ordinary plain silk,
but, of course, silk it must be, and
there must be all kinds of pretty things
to go with it like caps and hats and
parasols and reticules and even lunch
baskets, marie er trimmed with the
same kind of material as the wading
suit.
But why a wading suit? Because
every one can wade, dear reader, and
it doesn't spoil one's beaullful suit, or
get one’s hair out of crimp or make one
look forlorn and bedraggled as does
swimming in the wet, wbt water.
Another Reason.
Then let me whisper it to you, wad
ing is done by our most exclusive set,
so, of course, it has the stamp of ap
proval aside from the example set by
the major general's daughters in "The
Pirates of Penzance." Rut if you think
wading is just a simple Gilbertian
thing when you take off your stockings
and saunter into the waves up to your
ankles, you are mistaken. Wading ne
cessitates the elaborate costume pic
tured above or one equally handsome.
You must wade in silk stockings and
canvas or satin shoes, with a parasol
held over your head to protect you from
tlie sun, and your handkerchief, mirror
and powder rag in a silk bag dangling
fiom 'our wrist and your well dressed
and marveled hair showing from under
the prettiest cap-in the worftl.
You step into the water uttering ap
propriate cries of "Oh! how ’Cold," etc,.
'll / •;' I!
rl / \ I n
‘ll/7 \\ |A
I/ 1 Y \\ \\
A a-
—-
\\ I Jtr j^* Blß j
\\ \ ' I X z/Z
\\ \ J/!
and tile entire beach and all the peo
ple on the pier look on in admiring as
tonishment at your perfectly fitting
costume and your expensively corseted i
figure. ,
Lest I forget to describe the newest
wading costumes to you—this one is
of black satin, a thick quality with
trimmings of plaid taffeta; others are i
of different kinds of silk heavily em
broidered. Tlie most impressive one I
have seen, designed for the trousseau
of a summer belle, Is of black silk with
a lose design embroidered in colored
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * By Beatrice Fairfax
DON'T MARRY UNTIL YOU CAN
AFFORD IT.
Dear Miss Fairfax;
I have been going with a young latly
six months younger titan myself forth"
last three years. We love each other
dearly and her parents approve.
But I am not earning enough to mar
ry on! She says she wdll be willing to
wait a wear or more.
Are such long engagements desir
able? I may have to leave the city for
several months. Would it be right to
marry her before I go? JOHN B.
A long engagement, while not al
ways desirable, is infinitely better than
a marriage on inadequate means.
Don't marry until you can remain
with your wife To marry her and
then to leave her exposes her to the
charge that she is a neglected wife. If
she loves you she will wait until your
income warrants the expense of a home
and wait patiently and faithfully.
UNDER CIRCUMSTANCES. YES.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a lad of eighteen anil deeply in
love w ith a girl of sixteen, who returns
her sincerest love. Though we are very
young, wc have promised each other to
stay together until we are old enough
to marry. She is a Catholic and I am
Protestant. She has asked me to be
come a Catholic, and I am willing to do
so. Let me state thait my parents arc
Catholics. At what age do you think
young people ought to be engaged'? I
do not intend to marry till I am 23.
which w ill make her 21. Is this a good
age? A. S.
She wants you to become a Catholic;
you are willing, and your parents are
Catholics. Cnder the circumstances,
there could be no objection save this:
You are only eighteen, and may love
many times before you w>ed. Do you
intend to change your religion to suit
every girl?
You are young to become engaged,
though 23 and 21 are not too young to
marry.
Continue your engagement, and tr
happy in it, but don't change your re
ligion until your wedding day is set.
HOW ABOUT YOUR MOTHER?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
A gentleman friend of mine, whom I
have seen three times, but during that
time we seemed to understand one an
other very well, asked me for my ring,
and In exchange gave me his. My
mother is very much against it, hut I
The Bathing Girl of Today
The Wading Suit—A Necessary Adjunct tn a Mountain Trip
y JBgratj *»
/S'/ w
silks running around the bcm and dec
orating the w ide sleeve.'-.
The white bathing suit, forbid
den on various beaches, w lien it reap
pears as a wading suit wiil be proper
ly appreciated, for it is anything but
immodest. Like Madame Sans Gene,
the wader may exclaim: "I have fewer
clothes on when I'm dressed than when
I'm wading."
There is no indication that the luxu
rious bathing and wading suits are
merely a fad or a passing fashion.
Those of us who are swimmers view
'■laitn it is only a fad. as w e have mere
ly loaned to one another, and will re
turn them at same future date. I am
very much distressed, as mother wants
me to return the ting the next time I
see him. I am afraid of embarrassing
him. and would not <'are to lose his
friendship. R. L. G.
( You do not want to hurt itis feelings.
Do you consider your mother's? You
■ are putting him paramount, and T am
sorry. My dear girl, your mother Is
’ right. It is silly to exchange rings with
a man who 1s almost a stranger, and no
( plea that it is a fad will excuse it. Re
turn his ring and get back your own
! if it offends him, let the incident end
I your acquaintance.
MEET INDIFFERENCE WITH IN
DIFFERENCE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am acquainted with a young man
whom I love very much. I have known
him from childhood. Al times he seems
devoted to me a.nd then again he seems
indifferent. How can I win this young
! man's love? MIRIAM B.
, There is one sure way in which you
■ can NOT win if, and that is by letting
1 him see you want it. If he is ’cool, be
1 cool yourself. Instead of worrying over
his indifference, let him realize that he
> is not sure of you. The man who knows
’ he can wander off from a, girl ami come
' back when he chooses usually doesn't
' choose to come back.
i
IT IS HER PRIVILEGE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
For the last year I have be n visiting
, a girl and during that time win-has
been out onlj twiie with an> other fel
’ low. Lately she told me people said
, she was foolish io settle down and keep
company with only one. She said in
the future she intended to sec all the
fellows. Previous to this she always
. told me she cared fol me only and even
i set a date for our engagement. R. C.
At least give her the medit for frank
ness and honesty of purpose. If she Is
showing evidence that she i- tired of
you. that Is largely your fault. You
either have been too devoted, or not do.
Voted enough. A girl soon tires of a
man she can walk all over, and she also
' tires of one who doesn't make an ef
fort to entertain her. Look yourself
over for the fault. If atislled yottr
Bonduel has'been above reproach, give
her up and forget her.
the increasingly extravagant bathing
suit Nith alarm because no one can
swim in it. and to wear a serviceable
swimming .‘mil will soon stamp one as
very conspicuous. However, now that
this elaborate costume has a real pur
pose of its own there is no reason why
we shouldn’t all he happy.
If you swim, stick to the old-fash
ioned. comfortable garment and hide
your lack of fine clothes in the water.
If you can't swim, walk in sartorial
splendor and bask in the admiration of
the crowd.
YOU HAVE THE PREFERENCE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been keeping company with a
girl about two years and a few months
ago I 'noticed her attention was being
cooled off by keeping company with
' other young men 1 have had many
quarrels with her and still she seems
willing to have my company, while she.
doesn't, care for any of the other boys
when she has a falling out with them.
J. S. G.
Somc.women love most the man with
whom they quarrel the hardest. Her
1 desire to make up with you, ami her
indifference to results when she quarrels
with others, gives you every reason to
hope. 1 do not believe, however, that
quarrels—even love quarrels—are safe
or san.e If you can't get along now
without fighting, how do you expect to
get along when there are more serious
things to cense disagreement'?
WHEN YOUR HAIR BRUSHES OUT
Your hnir is as sensitive as your skin
even more so. It stands up under heavy
hats, curling irons, and diseases of the
scalp, etc. But there is a limit.
When you comb and brush your hair in
the morning, watch for the “TRAILERS"
that turn grey, fall out, and comb out with
the first morning brush.
i , You MUST know that there’s something
! wrong. If your hair was in good health,
| it wouldn't fall out, nature never intended
i that. There is something wrong at the rool
1 of things the hair needs a tonic a restorer.
When you are sick you take medicine.
That is your first thought. Its turning grey,
falling out, are both ways the hair has of
“complaining of illness.” It can't do it
in any other wav. —Do YOUR part. Use-
HAY’S HAIR HEALTH
SI.OO ond !>o<: at Drutf Store* or direct upon
receipt of price and dealer’* name. Send 10c lot
trial bottle. Philn H«y Spec. Co., Newark. N. J-
FOR SALE AND RECOMMENDED
BY JACOBS’ PHARMACY.
Daysey May me and Her Folks
THE hero who is sung is never so
heroic and appreciative that he
is above criticising the singer
and the song.
Lysander John Appleton will be a
hero tomorrow. He is a father, and to
morrow is Father's day. One day in
the year has. been set aside Io be de
voted to singing Father's praises, and
instead of calmly accepting the homage
paid him, Father objects to the manner
in which It is paid.
Lysander John began Ills protest
against this annual libnization of fa
thers (Inattguiated, he dedans, to make
IIP for a n of neglect I over a we. k
ago. He wiil continue to emit little
squeals of protest from his throne all
day tomorrow.
But that will make no difference to
Mrs, Lysander John and Daysey May
mc. He is FATHER, and must be hon
ored in their way if they have to bind
him with ropes, gag him with a towel
and diag him to his pedestal to do it.
Lysander John's conversations may
begin with an audience, but thee al
ways terminate as a soliloquy. This
has been especially line all this week in
his wails against being butchered to
morrow to make a holiday.
Objects <o the Flower.
The woman have selected the white
: use as the emblem for Father's day.
"It's the (lower they send to the
dead." howled Lysander John. "No one
eonneels a real live wire with a whit'
!osr. I insist that our emblem be a
daisy! That's what we men are dai
sies . ,nd I want a sprig of boy's love
and old man thrown in.
"I also demand that a bachelor's bnt-
Up-to-Date Jokes
Dixon My wife is fearfully cross.
It's a sign site's getting better, 1 sup
pose. •
Enpec (resignedly) M\ wife is al
ways in robust health.
Sally Gay What a cunning little fel
low Mr. Callipers is!
Jenny Swift <'uniting? Why. he's
dt i adfully how -legged.
Sally Gty Yes, but tiiat gives him
such an arch-look, \ou know.
Messrs. Grinder <K- Molar, teeth ex
perts, were having their premises
painted, and on a caul attached to the
door were the words "wet paint" in
large letters. Mr. Molar.was wander
ing why so many persons paused in
passing by the door and went off laugh
ing.
The reason was somebody for a joke
had erased the two "t's" from the card,
making the announcement read "we
pain."
“Say. mate, why did they bring you
here?" the old resident at the tjSylum
whispered cautiously to the new
comer.
"Me? Oh, 1 take fits," replied the
novice.
"So do 1." th- old stager cried, with
joy. “Come along and have one with
me!”
Comradeship, hospitality and tact
could go no farther. The two fled to
the garden together.
~ ", : 1
/YL 'jV' y ou w:int big game or only a big .JP
ll rest, take a mile high vacation in AM
Jwn Colorado.
You can divide your time as you please,
multiply your ability to enjoy, add to your (i/M I
wB happiness, and subtract your worries. I
The sum total of such a vacation is be
yond calculation. | '
KgJßfit4twSN'l|i!i|Hi! l .. .«'iHi<'d:ii l iiirH|^^^fnßi^|F|BlH||||ll| l>i <o*lWl}
MlimronL 1
•<dh/
A trip to Colorado is but a few hours
./ / of pleasant traveling if you go via the
Frisco Short Cut to Colorado
The Kansas City-Florida Special it equipped for the comfort and convenience of
Colorado vacationists.
f Splendid electric lighted Pullman, Jacksonville, Atlanta, Birmingham and
Memphis to Kansas City and Colorado without change. Modem electric
lighted chair cars and Fred Harvey dining cars.
A vacation in Colorado is an economy. Railroad fares are very low. Hotel
ana Boarding House rates are reasonable. Send for beautiful book on Colo
rado and fnll Information about low fares ..
A. P. MATTHEWS, District Passenger Agent
6 North Pryor St., Atlanta. Ga.
JWOPkmsl W—WILI wy uiibi
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE
ton he pinned on those men who have i
never married, and that they also be
slaughtered. It isn't fair to compel
only those who have married to go to
church and hear a preacher tell how
good they are.
"Instead of father getting a day off
on the only day in the year that is
given him, he is to get another day on.
He Is to sit on a porch all day instead S
of being allowed to go out and fish for
them.
"He must go to church, dragged there
by .ill bis women folks, which means
there is no one at home to get dinner.
lie is entitled to a feast, and wiil
find at night lie has been treated to a
famine. Accustomed to the cold pota
loes of life a ]| pis years, he linds on his
one day that his women folks are too
busy singing itis praise to prepare any
thing else.
"The onlv time It- likes poetry is
when he is in love, yet he will have it
flung at him with both feet, and be
compelled to applaud when it hits him.
Has to Pay For Them.
"He musl wear a bunch of w-hite
roses in his coat though they make
him look like .> soldier's grave. And
he alsy lias to pay. for them.
"Ho must look grateful when toasted
in weak tea. and if he demands any
thing stronger If will remind his wom
en folks of thoMrst -ong ever composed
in Father's honor, and that song was
'Father. Dear i' ttlier, Come Home Willi
Me Now '
"He wants a nice juicy steak; he will
get tides, lie want:, to road hi F inday
papfc’F in peace; lie w ill be compelled Io
attend so many church service: in Ills
honor Ito won't he fit to enjoy his Sun
day-papers before Tuesday noon.
"There ate some Isaints whose day
are observed as fasts, and other saini t
whose days are observed as feasts. Fa
ther is a saint whose da> is observed an
a fast, and why" Bo cause that Stiira , a
the women better!
“The sacred scr' ices will not be con
fined to those at church," added Ly
sander John grimly. "When Father
roaches home he will find some one still
taking up a collection, to be tontiijued
at inlet vals all day. ow ing to the melt
ing influence this hero-worship is hoped
to have on Father."
But his protests will accomplish J
nothing more than to increase his tem-
I mature. Ami an increased letnpera
tuie will wilt the laurels on his brow.
For there is nothing in the World as
futile as the protests of a married man.
Beautify the Complexion
@IN TEN DAYS
Nadinola CREAM
The Unequalcd Beautifies
USED ANO ENDORSED BY
THOUSANDS
Guaranteed to removs • |
tan, freckles, pimples,
liver-spots, etc. Extreme
cases twenty days.
Rids pores and tissues of impurities.
Leaves the skin clear, soft, healthy.
Two sizes, 50c. and SI.OO. By toilet
counters or mail.
NAT/O.VAL TOILET COMfANY. Tori,. Tenn.
