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{ -I-GU.ESS that now, George,” said
I the Manicure Lady to the Head
Barber, "Wilfred has got the
right idea at last —at least, as near as
I can figure It. He has almost got the
third act of what I think is a wonder
ful play about Arizona. It tells about
a English gent that got the can tied
to him at home and then went out into
the deserts of the great Southwest to
start a ranch. That's just like a Eng
lish feller, George, going out into a
desert to start a ranch. I suppose he
thought that it didn't matter a bit
whether or not he raised any fodder,
or anything of that sort, just so he had
a ranch. If there is anything a Eng
lishman likes in America, George, it is
to go out onto a ranch in one of them
deserts and look at the burning sands,
after he has planted a little garden
sass which is never going to come up,
and after he has turned a few sheep
loose on the ranch of sand, and a few
chickens. Then, after the garden sass
doesn't come up on his ranch, and after
the sheeps and the chickens have died,
he takes all his remittance checks, says
'That’s just like America,' and goes
back to New York, where he may or
may not get some sort of a clerical job
and all that sort of thing.
"But as I was saying. George, Wil
fred is writing this play about a ranch
er in Arizona, and in the climax of the
play it tells how the English rancher
is about to die of thirst. Brother is
in deadly earnest this time, George, and
I wouldn't be a lot surprised if he puts
one over at last.. He is so much in
earnest that he is going without water
to get the real feeling of thirst. You
see. George, the poor boy ain't got the
price to go out on the Arizona desert
and get the real local color, so he has
to lay, off on the drinking and pretend
that he is one of them thirsty pros
pectors.”
"I don’t thing that fasting and drink
ing is going to give no writer the regu
lar local color,” said the Head Barber.
"Pa doesn't think so, either,” said the
Manicure Lady. "Os course, George,
any girl or gent with one eye could see
why father would be against a course
of denying thirst. Thirst is one of the
best pals that the old gent ever had, and
it would sure take some stretch of im
agination to imagine father ever be
coming enough of a seeker after the
local color for a play to keep him with
a parched throat. Goodness knows,
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Anfy Drudge on Washing in a Flat.
JW/ Apartment “It's the hardest thing to get hot water
;iere; you’re not supposed to do any washing in the
rooms. And when I do get hot water, it takes so
’nog to wash that the rooms get awful smelly.”
71 r )rudge “Why don’t you use Fels-Naptha? Then
eu won’t have to use hot water. You will get
through with your wash in a jiffy and there’ll be no
steam to make your rooms offensive.”
To women who live in apartments
the washing of clothes is a problem. The
solution is Fels-Naptha soap.
No need of hot water; no boiler, no
washboard. For light washing you don’t
even need a washtub, because the bathtub
or basin will do auite well.
All you require is Fels-Naptha, cool
or lukewarm water and a place to dry the
clothes.
Say you have a shirtwaist or two, nap
kins, lingerie and other small things, that
you don’t have time or don’t want to send
out to be washed. You can do much bet
ter at home in this way:
Wet the clothes, soap well with
Fels-Naptha, roll and leave to soak in cool
or lukewarm water for a short time. Then
rub lightly, rinse and hang up to dry.
Takes but one-fourth the time and
one-tenth the work of the old way. Also
saves the clothes.
Follow directions on the red and green
wrapper.
By William F. Kirk
George, that Iff dear old dad’s whole ca
reer he never went to bed with a
parched throat, and when he wakes up
in the morning, when all them-sparrow's
is chirping, his throat only stays
parched long enough to let the bellboy
come up the hall with the ice that
clinks in the. pitcher.”
"I hope the kid makes a hit with his
play,” said the Head Barber.
“I hope so, too, George. He has to
raise S6O first to keep up his life insur
ance policy, and every time he looks at
me I can see in his eyes that 'twelve
pound look.' ”
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Up-to-Date Jokes
A commercial traveler at a railway
station In one of the Southern towns
included in his order for breakfast two
boiled eggs. The old darky who served
him brought him three.
"Uncle," said the traveling man, "why
in the world did you bring me three
boiled eggs? I only ordered two.”
"Yes. sir,” said the old darky, bow
ing and smiling, "I know you did order
two, sir, but I brought three because I
just naturally felt dat one of dem
might fail you, sir.”
A little boy with a pained expression
of countenance sat on a public seat.
"Are you ill?” some one asked him.
“No.”
"Have you lost anything?"
"Never had nothing to lose.”
"What is the matter with you, then?”
I'm sitting on .a wasp.”
"Good gracious! Why on earth don't
you get up?"
"I'm thinking that maybe I’m hurt
ing the wasp as much as he’s hurting
me.”
Mrs. Peck—We have been married
twenty years today, John.
John (with a sigh)—Yes, for twenty
years we've fought—
Mrs. Peck (scowling)—What?
John (quickly)—Life’s battles to
gether, Maria.
“Shall I make a hash of this meat
for tomorrow’s dinner?” asked the land
lady.
“Well, it don't matter whether you
biles it agin or roasts it,” replied the
lodger; “you're bound to make a hash
of it."
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eg “The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Simmins, Author of “Hushed Ip
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
A great blast of chill air rushed into
the cottage, drawing a gust of smoke and
white ash from the open fire—white ash
that powdered the figure of the woman
standing before it like snow. Only one
of the officers entered the kitchen, but
Betty had the impression of other figures,
black against the white, glimmering
background of the starlit night. He
was a big man, clean shaven and heavy
jowled; his eyes beneath the peaked cap
swept the kitchen with a comprehensive
glance. It needed no superlative wit, no
deductive power removed above mere
comthon sense, to tell the man uJI he
needed to know’—that his quarry was run
to earth. There were telltale traces
everywhere—the track left by the clumsy
boots, all mired by the red Devon earth;
the tables, with its evidence of a hasty
meal; this girl’s white face.
“Where’s oqr man?’’ he asked. The
question was addressed to Betty, but his
eyes rested curiously on Mrs. Rimington’s
immobile figure by the fire. “We know
he's here — so don’t give us trouble un
necessarily, miss. We’ve had enough, out
on the moor all night."
“What man? What do you mean?”
said Betty. There was something in her
eyes and bearing that daunted the man
in spite of himself. “There is no one
here, as you see, save this lady and my
self. Why do you come in so alarming a
way—”
The man made an impatient click of
his tongue against his teeth and tilted
back his cap a little. He was in no mood
for gentleness; he was physically weary
and mentally sore by reason of certain
criticisms brought against him (with
some injustice) by his superiors regarding
the singular failure to, up to the present,
secure either of the prisoners who had
made so audacious a bid for freedom.
But he made an effort to control his
temper.
“We happen to know’ that Rimington’s
here, miss," he said, not uncivilly. “Just
you ask him to come out of that room in
there—we don’t wan ter go searching in
your room, I do assure you and it’ll be
all the less unpleasant for 'lm if be comes
quiet. It’s a fair cop, miss. Can’t you
see that?”
I have already told you there is’’—
“Stop!”
Betty’s clear voice, with its Dote of
chill indignation that. In spite of httpself,
was making Its impression <»n the officer,
was cut short by a word of peremptory
command. Mrs Rimington, who, up to
the present, had remained passive by the
Are, her black dress and whitened hair
powdered with the gray ash which the
sudden draught from the door had drawn
from the tire, had turned with an up
raised ham)
“Stop, girl!" she said, in a strained
voice ”K«nieml*r the Word that a He
is an abomination to the Ix*»rd officer,
John Rimington, nn nephew, is here a
you think In that Inner room ”
The man made a spring forward toward
the door Indicated by that nliexible
pointing finger, Belly, »h<* Mund
Copyright, 1912, by National News As
' sociation.
stricken by amazement, dumb with indig
nation, was reminded by his forward
> plunge of the sudden spring of a long-
I crouching, hungry cat.
A Command.
• “Stop! Officer, I have an important
> communication to make to you.”
Mrs. Rimington’s voice rang out in
, sharp command, but the warder paid no
; heed to her; he had turned toward the
. cottage door and was giving the signal
' that in an instant materialized those 1
> shadows lurking black against the frost- 1
• bound background of the night into liv- j
, ing, eager, hurrying shapes that sw’armed
• in and about the cottage. Then, almost
• before tne white-faced woman by the fire
i realized that he was disregarding her
; command, he was at the second door, his
- hand on the knob.
; “Stop’’’ For a second time the sharp
> command rang out There was a curi
ously harsh and guttural note in Debo- ,
» rah Rimington’s usually clear voice.
5 Betty was conscious of this even in that |
i moment of tension. The warder, his hand !
• on the door, was conscious of it, too, and
turned. The red glow from the firelight
showed the watching girl the scene; the
eager, expectant faces of the search
party, th? irritated surprise on the face
• of the man by the door, and Deborah
i Rimington’s face, chalk-white and hid-
> i eously distorted, as though by some over-
mastering spasm of fear and pain.
“Before you touch that man, listen to
what I have to say. Before —I —it isn’t
' possible to keep silence"
I The words were hardly intelligible, de- j
I livered in spasmodic breaths that came
across the kitchen with curiously dramat
iic effect Betty, realizing that the woman
was ill and abnormally moved, yet felt ■
powerless to go to her assistance. For a
fraction of time that seemed to her to ,
last for hours she stared across at the j
woman, waiting for those disjointed words |
to form themselves into some coherent
message. The scene hung motionless be- 1
i fore her consciousness like some pictured I
incident rather thanan actual happening, 1
movement whs suspCTided the very work! 1
seemed to stand still, waiting.
Then—in the confusion of the happen
ing. Betty could never tell what really I
occurred; she had an odd imj ression that I
the first sound to snap that waiting si- ■
lence was the fall, preposterously loud, of
a collapsing peat-turf on the hearth |he
' scene broke? into sudden action She saw
the slim black swaying figure throw out
Its arms in a strange, stiff gesture and
plunge forward heavily, fare downward,
, on the floor No one heeded it the man
, with his hand on that inner door opened
It, rushed in. and from its recesses came I
a w ild, hoarse cry* of rage.
’Gone! Done* us. by George!”
’Ties of anger, hoarse exclamations ot
incredulity, the trampling of many let
In and out of the three rooms that com
prised the accommodation of the Hag*
all these sounded in Betty's mr- as sh«
knelt by the prot-irate figure sh« I <•!
turned on Its bark is it lay by the fire: j
but trom that figure no ound iron thos.
stiffened white lips no tin wetii : wliiq.f i 1
I of quvblion of ivttft-'Uiuiiu; or liar I
By Nell Brinkley
With a sinking dread at her heart Betty
strove to chafe those lax hands, to com
pose the rigid limbs.
A Sudden Stroke.
“Aunt! Aunt!” She hardly knew that
she called her by this title to which she
had no claim. “What is it that has hap
pened ?"
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
WOMAN DIZZY
PARTLY NUMB
Doctors Did Her No Good—
Testifies How She Was
Helped by Lydia E. Pink
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Zanesville,Ohio. “ Last fall I had fe
male weakness very bad, and was ner-
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women what Mrs. Pinkham’s medicines
have done for me and give you perrnis
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I had awful pains and felt sick nearly all
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out it in the house.”—Mrs. Anna Hig
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vous and run down.
I was dizzy and had
numb feelings and
my eyes ached. 1
took doctor’s medi
cines but they did
me no good, so I de
cided to try Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegeta
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so, and now I feel
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I have told other
Daysey May me and Her Folks
HOW SHE LOST OUT.
DAYSEY MAYME had "accepted"
a position stenographer, and
had become such an expert that
she could play the typewriter with
both hands crossed, just as one plays
the piano.
She was due at work at it o’clock,
and one morning after she had held the
position two weeks she left the house
at 8, which gave her ample time for
reaching the office.
She had so many buttons on her
dress that she looked like a charm
string. She wore her best hat, her
newest gloves, and had so cleverly dis
guised herself that she looked the
daughter of a millionaire.
All th«- way downtown she was both
ered with the tormenting thought that
she had forgotten something.
All her 300 buttons were on her dress
and her hat was on straight, and she
had her purse with her. What could it
be she had forgotten?
“I had reached the office door.” she
told later, “and was just on time. I
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By Frances L. Garside
was congratulating myself, when, like a
flash, I knew what I had forgotten!
T had forgotten to read The Thought
for the Day on My Uplift Calendar on
my bed room wall.
“It ‘would never do to begin a day’s
work without the inspiration found in
these mottoes, and which my poor sex
has found so helpful, so I started back
home When I got there, I found this
was the motto for the day:
"'Let the True Inwardness of Love
Penetrate to Your Sub-Conscious Self,
and All Will Be Well.’
"It was vital! It was noble! It was
inspiring! I returned to the office, say
ing it over 1 and over to myself, and
when I got there I was two hours late.
"My employer asked the reason. ‘Let
the true inwardness of love penetrate
to your sub-conscious self,’ I replied,
‘and all will be well.’
“He just looked at me a moment, then
ho whispered to two or three other men.
Then they all looked at me. and then
they all whispered together.
"Then he came to me. with the others
following him closely as if to protect
him, and told me I was discharged!”