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Hi When Your Back is Lame—Remember the Name' Sold by ell Deafen. Price 50 cents. Foster-Milbum Co., Buffalo, N. Y* Proprietor* Wit in This Powerful Story of Adventure, Intrigue and Love Will Begin On This Page Next WEDNESDAY-—READ IT. Most Gripping Story That Was Ever Written. Ingenious Plot Talks With the Unknown Nora, the Cook By LILIAN LAUFERTY. P RETTY, red-haired Irish Nora had been the presiding deity of our kitchen for three years, and I had always prided myself on the kindly, firtendly spirit—entirely free from con descension—I had shown toward her. Bat I have recently learned a little maxim, to wit: When you feel pleased with yourself for the charming demo-, cratic spirit you are showing toward some one, you are probably treating that individual in a sufficiently Lady Clara Yere DeVere, Haughty Beauty manner to make the word “sister” slink in shame right out of the English lan guage. Nora, as an individual, introduced herself to me in this wise: “Do you think your mother would be willing to get another vegetable man and ler Mr. Hobbs go?" "Why do you ask that. Nora?” Too Much the Gentleman. “Just as a favor to me, Miss. You see lt’a this way: Mr. Hobbs keeps a**cornin’ to see me; I have asked him not agin and agin, and last evening he asked me to marry him, an’ I said no, so I think it would be best to get a new vegetable man.” I was Inclined to treat the matter facetiously; it was only an affair of the cook’s. “Do you think he will revenge himself by giving- us inferior vegeta bles in future. Nora?” “Oh, no. Miss he is far too much the gentleman for that! You see that is where the trouble lies; he is too much the gentlem^uy” "You see he owns his own vege table farm and has a high school edu cation and his folks stand well in the community. Now, how would it do for him to marry a servant girl? He does not belong to my world, Miss; T don’t belong to his class, and as I don’t hold with such marriages, and there ain't much happiness in them., ah’ he will probably go tryin’ to make love to me, I just thought maybe your mother would fix things so r won’t be tempted to do what wtrulrl never come out well for any of us both. 4 ’ I considered! Nora as a gjrl like my self. Suppose you consider her; too, little sisters, in your home nests. Think her over as a girl—a real girl—not merely as a cook, and a representative of the servant class. Chance To Rise. Suppose a man of a class that hod more of education, more of refinement and more of social position than, your own, suppose such a maij asked you to marry him. Suppose he offered you a haven of refuge—money, protection and freedom from work. Would you ♦ ‘ hold with such a marriage?’,; .'J think so. And though ^ou misfit uop&idcr the queatlmr'of %^dft^ubt very much It yon Would etfer «top to weigh the vast, quegtibh- of suitability. Most of us mddest little feminine per sons think that, gJyen a position, w£ oanMttl it—and so, given a chance to j rise in the world, we GRAB! Neva's idea is different- and very sim ple once you grasp all its modest sub tlety. She is actually proud of beijtg a servant; proud that she can earn an honest living by her own efforts; proud that out ef her $6 a week she can save enough to send the little mother In Ireland $5 each month; proud that she could bring her younger sister over and fit Annie.out so “she wouldn’t look such a greenhorn that no one would be want ing her except to tind the extreme back door.” In het own world Nora has many friends. She worlds hard and plays with gusto, and is quite sure that God called her to a certain place in the world, so why not fill that place to the best of her ability. Instead of trying to leap two or three rings of a social ladder to a place she might be entirely un able to till when she got there? That is Nora's philosophy. Ambition and Avarice. “Now, don’t think that I have no am bition at all, MIm. I Just would like to go on slow and sure in this world and when 1 am going to go anywhere make sure first that I can Htay put after I arrive.” “Now me brogue. I’ve almost losht thot, ye’ll be afther noticin', please, Miss, dear .” I laughed. It was fre»h, but refresh ing, and Nora had been proving herself a girl who knew her place. "I’ve tried other things besides being a servant I could just live along on the dollar and a quarter a day I could make as a seamstress. Working up in that .to where I could support myself and do a little for my folks was too slow, for what I seemed to work up most of all was an appetite. And I could not live on what I could buy. So I took a place and tried to learn mani curing the while. I wasn't the kind for a shop—not bright enough in the way a manicure girl has to be. I seemed lost somehow, and here I am found; so here I stay in the class I belong. And maybe I’ll get married, but I’ll marry a man who will be having just as much ad vantage havin’ Nora. Doyle for a wife as she Is goln’ to get out of being his missis. “I don’t hold with avariciousness eifher, Miss, and though I’m going to carry myself as far as I can I'm not for pullin’ for some one else or shovin’ on my own part,” Do You Enjoy Life? “But you are young like me. Nora. Don’t you want to enjoy life? Don’t you ever want a good time?” "Indeed I do, Miss, and I have it. Please don't think I’m fresh to say it, but sometimes I think I have more fun than you and your friends. I can go to a dance in a white shirt waist and en joy it .fine; if I haven’t got a fellow to take me, I can go about by mesilf and have a good time without any one say ing a word against me. And oh. Miss, dear, if you . only knew what fun it Is to have no worries about my own way, working all I can, and havin’ all the fun I have tiine for, and there’s no one I envy or who envies me—so now what more should I be after wantin’?” Pretty red-haired Irish Nora—I think you have Just missed the greai secret after all. “A hair, perhaps, divides the false and the true." V “And upon what, prithee, does youf life depend?” potherine, the chambermaid, who was, ashamed of her Afirl who -dared ndty ./eV,£er frien.i^wiow* Lb t e nature trf? .fiat tpfi lest they cast her aside .‘ i scorn—Catherine had no^Iew to The Se cret*' of that I am sure. And Nora, far all- her wholesome * self-respect^ misses The Secret Man’s" in her calm acceptance of the probable verdict of the “Vegetable Man’s’’ world. There is a middle ground, little sisters, between '•avariciousness” and ambition—there is a fair chanoe for us all to win the respect of a world that may be socially above us, but is never above us if we can pronounce the “Open Sesame” of in telligent, earnest striving forward and upward. True Sense of Value. Somewhere among my sisters of toll there is a arirl who does her work well, who is proud of the doing, and who has the feat-less democracy that will enable Ji’er to rise to the place where the In terviewer who comes after me will talk to her-and not report that chat as an '"Interview With an Unknown." A Spring Song “J * OHN,” said Mrs. Snitzer, “Mrs. Gifford has a new' hat.” “What of it?" asked John, innocently. “John Snitzer! Mrs. Gifford is the last! All the other neighbors got spring hats long ago. As long as Mrs. Gif ford kept me company It was endura ble. But now she has deserted me and joined the majority. I can’t stand Enjoy— Maxwell House Blend Coffee Ask Your Grocer For It. The Favorite in Homes Where Quality Reigns. Cheek-Neal Coffee Co., Masicrill*, Hou*t«n, Jaekcoa-riile. it! I must have a new hat!” “I am surprised at Mrs. Gifford!” growled Snitzer. "She always seemed such a sensible woman. She could re tain her status independent of her hats. She is a woman of intellect apd horse sense.. It is allVright for climbers to dress' up In the latest styles. They have to. But Mrs. Gifford could wear her husband’s hat.” ‘‘That is what I thought,” said Mrs. Snit?er. “But she has weakened and now she wears a new hat.” “Very well. I give up. Do likewise. However, 1 hope you will not buy a hat that will look like an explosion in a hothouse.” “No,” said Mrs. Snitzer. ”1 will not.” “Nor like a scrambled rainbow'.” “No.” , . , “Ah, I am much relieved! It’s to be really a hat, then?”. “Yes." “A hat to wear?” “Yes, to kind of wear, you know'.” “Yes, l know. It will either conceal one eye and one ear or one eye and both ears or both eyes and one ear or both eyes and both ears, or it will be suspended on top of the head and not touch anything.” “No. it will be a hat. and it will look like a hat, and it will have just one little feather sticking up like a question mark, or rather it is a good deal like a sickle or a shepherd’s crook. “The olckle idea is good. It signifies that the old man gets trimmed. The crook is good* too. The bigger the crook on the hat the bigger the crook the old man has to be to be able to pav for it. Yours will have to be mo;e like a but ton hook, ray dear. 1 am outclassed in that line. “Oh, you have selected' It already?" “Not exactly. I can not decide be tween a yellow crook and a black one.” “Take a black one, by all means. It sounds rather operatic. Yes. 1 ant sure It should be a crook of the deepest dye. Kindly take, this coat of mine, my dear, and hold it near the light I want to see to part my hair, so T will use the coat for a mirror.” Morning and Evening as Dame Fashion Wills A THEATER WRAP. This wrap is made np of white embroidered net. It is trimmed with a high collarette of black plaited net. The wrap is draped in a very pretty movement of pannier, and is finished by a high flounce of embroidered net, held up by a Ion a long cord of passementerie. A MOfMjNG OR TEA DRESS. T^orTaTo morning lounging or an aft'i riKvon<jffa gown, a slip of lemon accordiUF? . plaited silk muslin, and a small .cqa? tussor striped emb.erald green, bordered by piping of the same color. . . A DINNER GOWN. Persian blue charmeuse is this gowm’s material. The bodice is made of a band of ivory satin. The decollete is fastened in front by a huge rose of red velvet. The pkirt is made in two parts, a flat slip with a draped train, the second crossing in front and making a draped knot on the side at the knee. Do You Know That— Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. The ‘Woman’s Court,’’ inaugurated in Chicago, has proved a great suc cess. Convinced that there were many cases in which a woman w’ould prove a belter arbitrator with her own sex than a mere man, Judge Pinckney ap- ; pointed Miss Mary Bartelme to take over all essentially feminine cases. She has proved most successful in dealing with w’ayward girls, or those “w'ho never had a chance.” No men are admitted to “Judge” Liarttflme’s court when cases of this class are ; being dealt with, the probation offi cers, court bailiffs, clerk and official stenographers and reporters being all women. Tan Teong. a Chinaman, residing in Malay Straits, was recently fined $100, with the alternative of three weeks im prisonment. for selling his adopted baby rl for $50 to buy a coffin in which to bury his wife. In the stomach of a crocodile which was shot by Mr. Wells on the Merguan estate, Madras, were found a python 13 feet long, two tobacco pipes, a number of pieces of w’hisky bottles and a pair j of trousfcrs. The average number of horses killed i In Spanish bull fights every year ex ceeds 5,000, while from 1.000 to 1,200 bulls are sacrificed. More newspapers are printed in the ( United States than in England, France and Germany combined. The first electric railway in the world was built in Ireland, from Bushmills to Giants Causeway. Shipping casualties of all nationali ties last year totaled 108 vessels, with a tonnage of 114,231. In London only >f sixteen may p; persons over the age iwn goods. Great Britain owns 65 submarine na val vessels. France 58, the United States and Japan 12. DON’T SPEAK TO HIM AGAIN. FA EAR MISS FAIRFAX; I am 16 years of age. Last summer I met a man six years my senior whom I have learned to love dearly, and know that my love is reciprocated. My father was opposed to him, and insulted him. which he took like a. man, and 1 was forbidden to speak to him. I had not spoken to him for about three weeks, and pile day 1 met him. Breaking my father’s command, I spoke to him, and, found we love each other dearly. . I speak to a number of other men, but 1 find that Y couldn’t love any as I love him. TRUSTFUL. You are only 16 and yotir father 'knows better than you know who ife the best company for you. Don t speak to the'man again: make no a’- tempts to see him. and don’t deceive your father or disobey him again. * IT CERTAINLY IS. D ear miss Fairfax: In riding in the elevator of an office building is it not the proper thing for a gentleman to remove his hat when a lady is riding op the same elevator, even though he is not acquainted with her? ETIQUETTE. Thank you for asking the question. It furnishes opportunity for making a statement I hop<* many men will read. A gentleman always removes hi-a hat when riding in an elevator with a lady whether he is acquainted or not. YOU ARE VERY FOOLISH. £)EAR MISS FAIRFAX: am 18 and about three months ago met a young man who. called on me frequently, and I though* he cared for me. One evening he made an appointment but never came. On the follow ing day he sent word he had gone on a distant business trip for an indefinite stay. I found his so- called "trip" was a'falsehood. He did not offer an apology, but said he would tell me some time later. He saw me home that evening and made another appointment, but when the time, came he spjit a note saying he could not, come and offered a fairly good excuse. He made another appointment for a week later, but he never came. In spite of all. I love him still. HEARTBROKEN. If you permit this man to make an other appointment with you, you will deserve the neglectful treatment you are receiving. TIME WILL AID YOU. IAEAR MISS FAIRFAX: ' Recently I returned to my home town, ’and while there most of my time was spent with the girl dearest to me. Some of the town boys, who were envious of me. did their best to put me in a false light. They succeeded in doing so as far as her mother is concerned. The consequence is that I am not allowed to visit at her house any more. T. P. C. This is unfortunate, but so long as the girl remains true you have no cause for worry. Conduct ^ourself in such a way the mother will be con vinced she has been unjust to you. No pleading, no argument, no inter vention of friends will help you as much as your own good conduct. A MATTER OF NO MOMENT. I A EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am 16 and was going with a boy the sam^ age. The other day he sent me a letter, and my father would not give it to me. I wrote and told the boy not to write me any more letters and I would state why the next time I saw him. I have not heard of him since. Do you think 1 hurt his feelings? E. F. (i. Your father was right, I am sure, and the joung man should not blame you for an obedience which is really both rare and commendable. You said you would explain when you saw him. If ho avoids you. it is evident he doesn’t care for the explanation. Try to put him out of your mini. Some Missing. Bulkins was very pious, very fond of the ladies and very bald on the back of his head. The other evening he was calling on a girl, and was giving her considerable church talk. “Ah, Miss Mary,” he said, "we are watched over very carefully. Even the hairs of our heads are numbered.’’ "Yes. Mr. Bulkins.” she replied, “but some of the back numbers of yours ap pear to be missing!” Daysey Mayme and Her Folks A Loyal D. A. R. By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. YSANDER JOHN APPLETON al ways look* on the bright side. It is a good habit for a man of fam ily to cultivate, or else hut why di gress? Lysander John has the bright side habit in such perfect development that If he had preacher kin he could find pleasure in bragging that when the preacher kin preaches they have to put chairs in the aisles. An Optimist. His wife is an enthusiastic member of the Daughters of the Revolution. When she added D. A. R. receptions and D. A. R. meetings and D. A. R. excur sions to club, society, home missionary and church work, he ate his cold pota toes without complaint, remembering that he had read somewhere cold meals are better for the stomach than hot. He cultivated the bright sab* habit so as siduously that he became a veritable Little Kay of Sunshine on a rainy day. He even ventured to Inquire with some Interest one evening while eating his cold meat what was the good of the or* der. He wanted to impress his wife with his lack of resentment, hut, alas, the question suggested skepticism, igno rance and doubt, and aroused her to spirited defense “What is the good of it?” she ex claimed. “Isn’t it Just like a man u« ask such a foolish question? The goiM we do is boundless.” * In her wrath she took a quick beeath that snapped her corset string. “It Is boundless,” she repeated, snapping an other. “I’ll recall one noble deed out of ten hundred equally noble. ‘T^ast summer we got trace of a. man who fought in the Revolutionary war. and who was buried in a little country grave-yard in Western Nebraska. Hi« poor grave was ail sunk in and neg lected.” What They Did. Here she stopped to wipe away a-*yui- pathetic tear. “Do you know wlutt we did? We gave a fair that lasted three days and raised $38.64 for a wreath of tuberoses to be sent by express and laid on that poor, sunken, neglected grave! “Oh. it Is a beautiful thought that after all these weary years that poor dead man’s grave was remembered on last! Think what such a tribute means to posterity! Look at its influence on patriotism! Think what it means to HIM!” Here the picture of a wreath lying on that poor man's grave after so many unflowered years caused such emotion that she broke more eorset strings, and had to leave the room fur repairs. The Omniscience of Love By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. “A lover sees his sweetheart in ev erything he loks at. just as a man bitten by a mad dog. secs dogs in his meat, dogs in his drink, dogs all around him.”- George Denison Prentice. man and young women in his office recently had this experi ence. “What,” he called to a young man, “is the address of the firm to which you made that consignment this morning?” The young man' looked up absently from his work and said dreamily, “Mad eline, Madeline Grey.” To a girl stenographer later, the em ployer put this question, “Have you finished the first bunch of letters?” She looked a little startled as she replied, "I didn’t know you wanted to know him. His name is Paul, and he is a civil engineer.” Why Do They Day Dream? In both instances the employer made some comment about the world going mad, and he would be gtart- when this falling in love had gone out of Tash- Un ''WJiy-v-’’ he complained to-me later, "If I give a young man a valuable blue print to study, I have to watefe hitiTIike a hawk to keep him from cohering it with drawings of a girl’s face, and I haven’t a girl working for me Who hears the first time she is addressed. She is uway off in some dream bqat with George or Bill or John.” It Is the omniscience of love. It Is d sweed Insanity that calls for renewed vigilance from those who are sane to keep the prosaic affairs of the world moving In their right grooves. This employer grumbled, but he also laughed, and a grumble with a laugh underneath indicates a sympathy which Is but poorly concealed. He knew what It wa?t from experience. I hope we all do. To have seen one’s sweetheart all around one has a most broadening ef fect on the sympathies. It also makes us charitable when suffering the annoy ance that this love madn&srf in others The girl in the kitchen fills the sugar bowl with salt; the girl on the car going to work rides ten blocks beyond her des tination anrl is late; the girl with no greater duties than presiding at pink tea tables sees only with the outer eyes the guests she is addressing. From the humblest walk to the highest everything is awry, misplaced, lost or forgotten, be cause those who love see the object of their love in all around them. The value of concentration is un known; the necessity of putting one’s thought on the nearest duty and keep ing at a safe distance all temptation to let the mind wander, has no place in the consciousness of those who are in love. Of Course Not! A young girl writes to ask if ifhe is to be blamed because she thinks so much of her lover she can’t keep her mind on her work. Bless her, no! The blame is not hers. It goes away back to the one who invented loving. On the shoulders of that great human itarian there rests the blame of ail the sweet folly that begins with the day wpen a man and woman discover they are in love, and ends when their dream boat bumps hard on tho shore of that barren-looking island called Matriroon} The bump will come soon enough It will also be hard enough. ■ It will come soon enough and hard enough to suit the most unsympathetic and unroraan- tlc. And so I say to this litle girl, Go on dreaming that you see your lover In all around you. Jt is your privilege and your right. Both Made Mistakes. •TM1ERE hae been many innocent mls- * takes made by parsons. Among them Is oe told of a certain clergyman who left a notice In his pulpit to be read by the preacher who exchanged with him The minister neglected to denote carefully a private postscript, and the people were astonished to hear the stranger end by saying: “You will please come to dine with me at the parsonage after service.’* Another amusing story is told of a minister. The reverend gentleman was inclined to he absent-minded* and while walking one d«^' met a young lady whose face seemed familiar to him. Taking her to be one of his parishion ers' daughters. and not wishing to pass her without notice, he stepped forward and cordially shaking her hands, en tered into conversation. After com paring notes about the weather, he had at last to confess: “I know your face quite well, but where have I seen you before?” “Oh, please, sir, I am your new parlor maid,” was the reply. An Atlanta Man Tells It Backache makes life a I burden. 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