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f THE GE iOB GUAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE )aysey Mayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. the perfidy of friends. p. AYSEY MAYME APPLETON has A J j Most Intimate Friend. Os •s nurse, she had many friends, ut <, had only one Most Intimate fiend. Ever? girl who is a real girl has one r os t intimate Friend. It is the girl to fll „,n she confides her Fondest Hopes n d secret Ambitions. Others may y n k her commonplace and unlnter stlr.L. but the Most Intimate Friend nov . s that she has Ideals, and that she , planning to some day become Fa 10US. Tin Most Intimate Friend is the one r ]! o - nares pillow secrets, a route by r ych all the family skeletons reach he world at large. pays- .v Mayme Appleton trusted her lost Intimate Friend with her Dearest ecret. The Most Intimate Friend told it, and luglt'-'l behind Daysey Mayme’s back! That night Daysey Mayme discoursed ' m Friendship to her family. -There is no one in this world," she aid. bitterly, “whom one can trust, jvery one is false. Every one Is a raltor. Every one is a Judas at heart. never intend to have another friend s long as I live. Never again will I rust any one.” Aunt Marta Appleton said nothing. She had tasted the bitterness of losing isr lover the day before that set sot er wedding. He had eloped with het est friend! But she felt that her an ulsh was nothing compared with that if Daysey Mayme. So she put her experience in a buck tand listened with tender sympathy to iaysey Mayme. Lysander John had had friends who ebbed him both of his money and ood name, and he listened with scorn o Daysey Mayme’s tale of woe. As she grew more eloquent and her ears fell faster his scorn grew to such normous size that he left the room. But Aunt Marie Appleton, having the leirt of a woman, knew that the great - st sorrows of life are those that come o Youth, and sho comforted Daysey (ayme. "Life is so sad and dark,” moaned ter niece, “that I will be better out of t. The future Is more than I can bear, nd I intend to kill myself.” Aunt Marla Appleton agreed that life • s sad, ah's me! and then, knowing the ; least of a maid, produced a box of ihocolates which she always kept on land for just such Dark Days. No, Daysey Mayme couldn’t eat any. They would choke her, she said, readi ng for one. She splattered it wit a ears, but it tasted good, and she ate nother. "It is such a Comfort,’’ she said, when eaching for the third, “to pour out 'tie's soul to one like you! “Os course, you never experienced rief as great as mine, or you could ot go on living.” And Aunt Maria passed the candy. OBEYING THE DOCTOR. Salesman: “Shirt, sir? Will you have negligee or a stiff front?” Customer: "Negligee, please. The pctor said I must avoid starchy lings.” BROTHER HURRIES FROM THE WEST To See Sister, Thinking She Would Die, But He Helped Her to Re cover. Nashville, Tenn. —"I was passing Itrough the critical stage ot life." 'htes Mrs. Kate E. Weaver, of 1716 ockrtn street, thia city, “and for three ana nine months, to the day, I '** tn a serious condition. I could not f'tk alone across the floor, I was so '*k. brother came from Dallas. ***•• to see me, thinking I was going 0 ®*. But he gave me the money' to “ ’lx bottles of Cardul. the woman’s *• and I began to Improve with the OR d bottle. The six bottles made me * eI '' strong and hearty. • Since getting well I have been to *• my brother in Dallas. ’Have talked to several of my ladv | tnds, and now they are taking Car- | B| —my daughter for one. and ft Is ’’P'ng her. She Is 27 years old, and I m nearly Si. Cardul helped us all. certainly do not know how t> Mse Cardul high enough. You may i u * ) tsh this letter if you wish, for Car certainly saved my life, and I can #t Bd -y too much for it. * shall always recommend your enderfu] medicine.” is good for young and old. 1’ #,ts but little to try, and may mean s ,Uc h to you. t * es a bottle of Cardul today. to . k,‘ ! Write to: Ladles’ Ad vis. >ry Pen' Eh la ?°°*» Medicine Co., Chattanooga. •». f°r Special Instructions and "I Jt. book, '‘Home Treatment for Won; ’ ’mt in plain wrapper, on request (Advertisement.) “lhe Forest,” by Edwine Noye, Like Pieces of a Dream, Says Nell Brinkley ’ — 1 ■ Copyright, 1912, by Star Publishing Co. J ' J : sOBwS SI M-v • - W <' :/ tGoasiM «ikVV ■z" -vs <■ G ) :h .. .-■><« - .< ;w' / '-wv'Z’xt "I "s k ' J ,b, „> -. * -t. ';; ■- ■< ..... f< ■ ■' k ' A . «■' <'' ■ I v4v_±_ —— _ !> Here in the little green book is a woodsman—and his wife—a sweet, white dryad from the heart of a silver-birch and the wild god Pan. HERE I have in my two hands, while I sit and dream of long old myths, while 1 see half-shapem pictures of white Wood nymphs, while I scent in my nostrils the deep, strong smell of the forest and the sweet, wet odor of gray and green moss, while 1 writhe in my old hankering for the greenwood and a little brown house in its deeps; here, while I drift In wakened, lovely dreams, I hold in my two hands a little green book. All green and gold, it is like its name. And its name is THE EQREST." Could you or I. who love the wind in th. trees, and the green tree boles, the secret places and the hope for secret adventure, flnd th green and gold of a little thin book with the mystic name. "THE FOREST,” on its back without dipping into the tale between its white petal-leaves? And when you do, you will dip into a dream! Under the name, "THE FOREST,” is a tiny oak leaf and BROADWAY JONES (g By Bertrand Babcock Based on George M. Cohan's Play Now Running in New York. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. After Pembroke and John had left the office, the judge walked up to Jackson and put both hands upon his shoulders. ‘Td give ten years of ,my life, sonny, rather than miss that,” he said fer vently. Broadway was looking at Josie. She tried to speak several times and it was manifest that she was laboring under some great internal stress, when finally she managed to get out just: “It was simply— wonderful.” Then in the train of her multitude of duties she went out into the plant. The judge was quick to think of the effect upon the men of the factory of the news. "I'll tell Higgins Pembroke has gone about, his business,’’ he, said. “He'll spread the news in a jiffy.” And he left Wallace and Jackson to- “Well, what do you think of it.' Wal lace asked, half jovially and half ear nestly. . ~ Broadway fell himself very near to tht end of his mental resources and the re serves which would have been greater if he had had business training. "It's a good plot, but how are we going to play it"” he said dubiously. “(Vh) it's the biggest cinch In the world " returned Wallace enthusiastically, i “i'll bet you that if this plant showed the profit they say ” mi year-' The ringing "f the telephone upon the | ance stral d-sk of the Jones family cut i him short. “That's mj governor, I guess, he ex i plained to Broadway, as he put the re i 'river to his ear. "I called him up - Then into the telephone: "Hello-Hello-- Governor I'm up here in Connecticut— 'op no, strictly business- Say, governor, I can get a two hundred thousand dollar contract from the Jones Pepsin people. I Thev’re going in heavy, I hear. 1 can close this right away. What do you | think" -New owners take possession today _Th'ey're all right—l've looked them up Well w ill you < et me ÜBe ms own Judg ment about that" Thanks. I thiifk I’ll make a splendid deal. He looked up to " ,nk at 'acks, n No, 1 won’t be back until tomorrow Say. governor, will you , , „.. a wire authorizing me to use my own judgment and go ahead’-All rl “What’^re’ > vou going to do?” asked nroadwav as Bob left the instrument. ThP practical advertising soul of Wal . |..id been aroused. The possibilities of Jones Pepsin always with good adver tising -appealed thoroughly to him, and then, too, he foresees that he would spend much time in Jonesville. This latter con tingency was not at all displeasing. "I’m going to show Pembroke that we’re not bluffing,” Wallace explained. "I’m going back tomorrow and cover New York for a starter.” But the future of the situation was not so apparent to Jackson. "Two hundred thousand?” he lamented. “Where’s it coming from? What are you going to do —ruin me?” A SOFT DEAL. "I’ll draw the contract,” went on Wab lace. “You'll have a year to pay for it. You'll be the biggest advertised article in America a month from now. .Say* l ' will you give me all you make over a million in the next two years, if I give you this advertising free?” "1 should say I will.” “Shake hands with your partner. This i will be the quickest, softest and first Im- I portant money I've ever made.” "Do you mean it?” asked Broadway. “You bet I mean it.” Thtj hand of Broadway was placed on I the arm of Wallace. “Bob, J never felt so happy in all my I life," said Broadway. Into their consciousness the fat voice I of Sammy thrust itself. They had not seen him enter. "Mrs. Gerard to see Mr. Jones, ’ he an nounced. From sheer shock Johnson fell buck into the arms of Wallace, and the lat ter, grave as he knew the situation to ! ■ I | I I I II HIM A SPLENDID FOOD TOO SELDOM SERVED In the nverage American house hold Macaroni is far 100 seldom i served. Il is such a splendid food and one that is so well liked that it should he served at one meai every day. Let it take the place lof potatoes. Macaroni has as great a food value as potatoes and is ever so much more easily digested. Faust Macaroni is made from richly I glutinous, American grown Durum i | wheat. It is every bit as finely tla : vored and tenderly succulent as the im ported varieties and you can be posi- ‘ tlve it is clean and pure—matie by Americans in spotless, sunshiny kitch ens. Your grocer can supply you with Faust Macaroni in sealed packages 5c and 10c Write for free Book of Recipes. MAULL bros., St. Louis, Mo under the tiny oak leaf —a name—a winsome and delicious sort of name—of the twenty-ye tr-old girl who wrote "THE FOREST.” And it is EDWINE NO YE. And it stirred my fancy with its sheer, sweet'beauty; made forgotten and never known music pipe through my mind; made forest spirits dance for me; made all my old loves of Greek Fable walk for me. My red grate fire seems made of brush and sticks be hind a sheltering rock; my books and deep chair fade; the walls draw stealthily away; great trees loom round me, and the shadows seem to be black forest glades. And I hold the little thin green book between my hands and wonder how people of a dream can be so real. "Sylvan” comes homeward through the forest in a gale. The night, the gale, the pale sunset, the woodman’s name, are pieces of a dream—but yet, in the clamor of the wind he be for his friend, could not restrain his laughter. “Tell her to wait a few minutes,” Wal lace directed when he was able. “The gentleman wants to see you first,, sir.” Sammy said to Broadway. The latter was now on his feet with a stricken look upon his unhappy features. "What gentleman?” he asked. “Mr. Rankin,” said Sammy. . .Broadway instructed Sammy to let Rankin in, but under no pretext what soever to permit the uyirnan to get by him at the door. "Where the deuce did she come from?” he asked Wallace. “How the deuce did she know 1 was here?” Rankin entered in a quite respectable way, yet a keen observer might have noted that something had happened to Famous "Pint of Cough Syrup" Receipt Vo Better Remedy nt Any Price. Fully Guaranteed. ■Make a plain syrup by mixing one pint of granulated sugar and % pint of warm water and stir for two minutes. Put 2*.j ounces of pure Pinex (fifty cents’ worth) in a pint bottle, and fill it, up with the Sugar Syrup. This gives you a family supply of the best cough I syrup at a saving of $2. It never spoils. ’I ake a teuspoonful every one, two or j three hours. The effectiveness of this simple remedy ' is surprising. Jt seems to take hold in | stantly, ami will usually stop the most l obstinate cough in 24 hours. It tones i up the jaded apnetite and is just laxa tive enough to be helpful in a cough, and has a pleasing taste. Also excellent, for bronchial trouble, throat tickle, sore lungs and asthma, and an unequiT d remedy for whooping cough and croup. This recipe for making cough remedy with Pinex and Sugar Syrup (or strained honey) is a prime favorite in i thousands of homes in the United States and Canada. The plan has been imita ’ ted, though never successfully. Jf you try it, use only genuine Pinex, which is the most valuable concentrated com pound of Norway white pine extract, and is rich in guaiacol and all tiie natural healing nine elements. Other pre pa ruc tions will not work in thia recipe. A guaranty of absolute satisfaction, or money promptly refunded, goes with this recipe. Your druggist has Pinex, or will get it for you. If not, send to The Pinex Co., FL Wayne, Ind. worries for the purple fruit of the plum tree by his door! And so we love him—for he's blood and bones and heart! Behind his veil of dream he is/a lusty mortal. Here in the little green book is a woodsman and his wife —a little, bashful child, a sweet, white dryad from the heart of a silver birch—the Gale—and Pan—the wild god— I’an! Here, too, the Kobolds of the tree roots peer at you. Plain witchery there is in this thin green book; it is a stealthy linger that stirs the deeps of the pool of dreams and the bubbles rise to your head. Yet. through the haze of mystic unreality a real tale throbs; there is warm, human love and human lire—and food and deep, warm bed! The little green book, “THE FOREST,” by EDWINE NOTE, is good to have abd good to know—for It s, ts your heart a-dreaming and a-singing, too. NELL BRINKLEY. Rankin’s point of view. He seemed more assured and less like a parasite. But this was manifest only in a number of small facial and physicia! details which Wallace and Broadway, keen on their own affairs, did not notice. "Mrs. Gerard’s here, sir,” said Rankin. 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I couldn’t help it. sir.” In a great agony of fear Broadway paced up and down the floor. "What am I going to do? We've got to get her uway from here. We've got to get her out of town,” he complained. "Take it on the run,” advised Wallace. "Go on! I'll get rid of her some way.” Continued in Next Issue. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. YOU CANNOT PREVENT THAT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am seventeen and in love with a girl tile same age. I take her to dances and other places of amuse ment every chance 1 get. When I call on her I go right up to her house. Her father and mother seem pleased with me when I call. There is another man, who lives near her, and every night she comes homes he meets her on the street and talks to her for a half hour. J do not know what he speaks about, but I think he is frying to fall irt love with her. X. Y. Z. You can not prevent others from loving her. But you can. I am confident, prevent her from giving her love to .-mother by winning it first. Go tn and win! You show yourself to be the better man by calling at her house instead of meeting her on the streets. THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am engaged to a young man three years m\ senior, and love him dearly, ami know my love Is ri-cfprocated. Tin- only thing that is keeping m? from marrying him Is that he has some vi ry bad habits, of which 1 do not like to consult him, and yet I feel that I must try and break him of them without hurting his feelings. X, Y. Z. A surgeon must use the knife in ar. operation. If this man li.ts bad habits your fear that you may hurt his feel ings should not prevent you from ap plying the remedy. Do not marrj- him with the hope of reforming him afterward. Let the reform come first, and make sure that it is sure. CRITICAL TIME OF WOMANS LIFE From 40 to 50 Years of Age. How It May Be Passed in Safety. Odd, Va.:—“l am enjoying bettei health than I have for 20 years, and I believe I can safely say now that I am a well woman. 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