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4- • • A Powerful Story of • • • » Adventure, Intrigue and Love • • THE "LAW *> • • • By MARVIN DANA from the • • Play of BAYARD VE1LLER ® • Mary Turner, young, Beautiful and a shop girl, is arrested for a theft she never committed. She’s convicted and “sent away” for three years. This is how it happened: Conyrljrht, 1113. b? the H K. Fly Com pany The play "Within the Uw" la copyrighted by Mr. VelUer and this novelication of li is published by his permission. The American Play Com pany Is the sole proprietor of the ex- -'•jslve rights or the representation |ind performance of "Within the IjHw" in all languages. CHAPTER I. The Panel of Light. r pHE lids of the girl's eyes lifted i slowly, and she stared at the panel of light In the wall. Just at the outset., the act of seeing made not the least Impression on her numb ed brain. For a long time she con tinued to regard the dim Illumina tion In the wall with the same passive fixity of gaze. Apathy still lay upon her crushed spirit. In a vague way she realized her own Inertnepe and rested ip It gratefully, subtly fearful lest she again arouse to the full hor ror of nor plight in n curious sub conscious fashion she was striving to hold on to this de&dnet* of sensation, thus to win a little respite from the torture that had exhausted her soul. Of a sudden her eyes noted the black lines that lay across the panel of light. And In that Instant her spirit was quickened once again The clouds lifted from her brain. Vision was dear now. Understanding seized the full Import of this hideous thing on which she looked. * * * For the panel of light was a window set high within a stone wali. The rigid lines of black that crossed 1t were bars prison bars. It was still true, then. She was in a cell of the Tombs. T.he girl, crouching miserably on the narrow bed, maintained her fixed watching of the window—that win dow which was a symbol of her utter despair. Again agony wrenched within her She did not weep; long ago she had cxhf£ist€d the Tellef of tears. She did npt pace to and fro In the comfort of physical movement with which the caged beast finds a mocking Imitation of liberty; long :fgo her physical vigors had been drained under stress of anguish. Now she was well-nigh incapable of any bodily activity There came not even so much a* the feeblest moan from her lips. The torment was far too rack ing for such futile fashion of lamen tation. She merely sat there in a posture of collapse. To all outward teeming, nerveless, emotionless, on abject creature. Even the eyes, which held so fixedly their gave on the win dow, were quite expressionless Over them lay a film like that which veils the eyes of some dead thing. Only an occasional languid motion of the lids revealed the life that remained. Injustice of Her Fate. So still the body. Within the soul,^ fury raged uncontrolled. For all the desolate calm of outer seeming, the tragedv of her fate was being acted with frightful vividness there in memory In that dreadful remem brance her spirit was rent asunder anew by realization of that which hud become her portion. • * * It was then, am once again the horrible In Justice of her fate racked conscious ness with Its torture*, that the seeds of revolt were Implanted In her heart The thought of revenge gave to her the first meager gleam of comfort that had lightened her moods through many miserable days and nights. Those seeds of revolt were to be nour ished well, were to grow Into their flower—a poison flower, developed through the three years of convict life to which the Judge had sentenced her. The girl was appalled by the mer cilessness of a destiny that had so outraged right. She was wholly In nocent of having done any wrong She had struggled through years of privation to keep herself clean and wholesome, worthy of those gentle* folk from whom she drew her blood. And earnest effort had ended at last under an overwhelming accusation false, yet none the less fatal to her. This accusation, a.fter soul-wearying delays, had culminated to-day In con viction. The sentence of the court hod been Imposed upon her; that for three years j*he should be imprls oned * * • This, despite her Inno cence. She had endured much—mis or ably much!—for honesty’s sake. There wrought the Irony of fate. She hod endured bravely for honesty’s sake. And the end of it all was shame unutterable. There was naught left her save a wild dream of re venge against the world that had martyrized her. "Vengeance is mine. 1 will repay, Balth.tha Uord.” * * * The admonition could not touch her now. Why should whe care for the decree t>f a God who had abandoned her? When Her Father Died. There had been nothing in the life of Mary Turner, befopre the catas trophe came, to distinguish it from many another. Its most significant details were of a sordid kind, familiar to poverty. Her father had been an unsuccessful man. as success Is esti mated by this generation of Mam mon worshipers lie was a gentle man, but the trivial fact Is of small avail to-day. He was of good birth, and he. was the possessor of an in herited competence. He had, as well, intelligence, but It was not of a finan cial sort. Ho, little by little, his .fortune be came shrunken toward nothingness by reason of Injudicious Investments He married a charming woman who, after a brief period of wedded hap piness, gave her life to the birth of the single child of the onion, Mary Afterward, in his distress over his loss, Ray Turner seemed even more Incompetent for the management of business affairs. As the years passed the daughter grew toward maturity in an experience of ever-increasing penury. Nevertheless, there was no actual want of the necessaries of life, though always a woful lack of Its elegancies. The girl was In the high school when her father finally gave over his rather feeble effort of living. Between parent and child the Intimacy had been unusually close. At Ills death the father left her a The World s Lost Secrets ARTS AND CRAFTS THAT HAVE VANISHED. N UMEROUS are the trade secrets handed down generation after generation from father to son, and vast is the capital made out of some of them in the commercial world of to-day. Particularly, perhaps Is this the case among the numerous manufac turers of piquant sauces and the countless venders of patent medi cines. But there Is also. It must be re membered, another side to the case. Many, alas! are the priceless trade secrets burled far down below the molderlng dust of the misty past, and lost to the world, perchance never again to be recovered. To cite the first example that oc curs to the mind of the writer, for In stance. what would an artist of the present day give to be possessed of the secret held by the old masters— Raphael, Rubens, Correglo, Van Dyck, and their compeers—for mixing their colors bo aa to render them Imperish able and Impervious to the ravages of time? The red colors, especially, of these artists of a by-gone epoch are every wfblt as bright now at they were three lor* centuries ago. On the con trary, the colors of pictures painted only a hundred years ago have lost their luster and are faded and de cayed to a deplorable extent. A Violin Varnish. Again, In the world of music, the manufacturers of violins—old mas ters. as one may justifiably term them. In another branch of art—treasured a recipe tor a varnish that sank into the wood of their incomparable Instru ments, and mellowed it as well as preserved It With such extreme, relentless Jeal ousy, however, did they guard their great secret that It. too, Is lost, to all appearance, irretrievably. Rather more than a hundred years ago thore lived in a quaint, old-world village In Wales a working black smith who had managed by some means or other to bring the welding of steel to such a pitch of perfection that the joint was absolutely invisible, and the temper of the steel as fine as on the day it left the tester’s hands. By his process he was able to Join the vary finest of sword blades, and after he had finished with them they were absolutely as good and as sound as when they had left the factory. The blacksmith's fame spread far and wldo, and. naturally, he attained a great reputation; but he made a point of Invariably working In soli tude. He was offered large and tempting sums to divulgp his secret; but kept It obstinately to himself, and when his span of life had run Its course he took It with him to another world. Greek Fire. The ancient Greeks had a oubstanoe which we call Greek Are, end which they used In naval warfare. Their method of employing It was simply thle—to throw the substance upon the surface of the water, where It flamed up and set fire to the ships of the enemy. What was U? The only known substance of the present day that would do this Is the metal potassium, but to set Are to a ship in the manner described would ne cessitate the uee of at least half a j ton of the metal. Where did thej Greeks obtain the substance they used with such effect? Or how did they make It? If Greek Are was potassium, the secret of the process Is another that must be numbered with the lost. Yet another perennial and ever green conundrum. What were the Pyramids of Egypt Intended for? And how were they erected? With all the aclentlflo and practical knowl edge at the command of the engi neers of the present day, they are not capable of building the Pyramids, In the first place, because we have no machinery’ of sufficient power to raise enormous blocks of stone such a, form them to a height of four hun dred and odd feet; and, secondly, we should be at a loss where to obtain the said stone. Again, there Is no granite within fifty miles of the Egyptian Pyramids of the same character aa that of which they ar» constructed. The man who could disinter the burled recipe for Roman mortar would be bowed down to and wor shiped by the builders of the pres ent day. How they made It Is a profound secret, and bids fair to re main so. The mortar Is as firm now as 1t was 2,000 years ago; it has calmly- scoffed at the ravages of time and weather The above are but a few—a very few—of the lost and burled secrets of antiquity which modern scientists and mechanicians would give much to learn. 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So she merged her self Jn the army of workers in th* vast battalion of those that give their entire selves to a labor most stern and unremitting and most ill r« warded. Mary, nevertheless, avoided the worst perils of her lot. She did not flinch under privation, but went her way through it, If not serenely, at least without, ever a thought of yield ing to those temptations that beset a tfrl who Is at once poor and charm ing. Fortunately for her, those In closest authority over her were not so deeply smitten as to make obligatory on her a choice between complai sance end loan of position. She knew of situations like that, the cul-de-sac of chastity, worse than any devised by a Javert. In the store such things were matters of course. There Is little Innocence for the girl in the modern city. There < an he none for the worker thrown Into the storm-center of a great com mercial activity, humming with vi cious gossip, all alive with quips from the worldly wise. At the very outset of her employment the slxteen-year- old girl learned that she might eke out 16 weekly by trading on her per sonal attractiveness to those of the opposite sex. The idea was repug nant to her, not only from the maid enly Instinct of purity, but also from the moral principles woven into her character by the teachings of a father J wise in most things, though a fool in j finance. Thus she remained un smirched, though well informed as to the verities of life. She preferred purity and penury rather than a slight pampering of the body to he bought by Its degradation. Among her fellows were some like herself; others, unlike. Of her own sort, in this single particular, were the two girls with whom she shared a cheap room. Their common decen cy In attitude toward the other sex was ti e unique bond of union. In their association she. found no real companionship. Nevertheless, they were wholesome enough. Otherwise j they were Illiterate, altogether uncon genial. A Mind Keen and Earnest. In such wise, through five dreary ; years. Mary Turner lived. Nine hours J dally she stood behind a counter. Sh« spent her other waking hours In ob ligatory menial labors; cooking her own scant meals over the gas; washing and Ironing, for the sake of that neat apeparance which was re quired of her by those in authority at the Emporium—yet. more espe cially, necessary for her own self- respect. With a mind keen and earn est. she contrived some solace from reading and studying, since the free library gave her this opportunity. So, through most of her hours, she was able to find food for mental growth. Even In the last year she had reached a point of development whereat she began to study seriously her own position in the world of econ omy, to meditate on a method of bet tering it. Under 1ftn Impulse, hope mounted high In her heart. Ambi tion wa* born. By candid comparison of herself with others about her she realized the fact that she possessed an Intelligence beyond the average. The training by her father, too, had been of a superior kind. There was as well, at the back vaguely, the feeling of particular self-respect that belongs Inevitably to the possessor of good blood. Finally, she demurely enjoyed a modest appreciation of her own physical advantages. In short she had beauty, brains and breeding. Three things of chief Importance to any woman—though there be many minds as to which may be chief among the three. I have said nothing specific thus far us to the outer being of Mary Turner—except as to filmed eyes and a huddled form. But, in a happier situation, the girl were winning enough. Indeed, more! She was one of those that possess an harmonious beauty, with, too, the penetrant charm that springs from the inlnd, with the added graces horn of the spirit. Just now, as she sat, a figure of desolation, there on the bed In the Tombs cell, it would have required a most analytical observer to determine the actualities of her loveliness. Her form was dis guised by the droop of exhaustion. Her complexion showed the pallor of sorrowful vigils. Her face was no more than a mask of misery. Yet the shrewd observer, If a lover of beauty, might have found much for delight, even despite the concealment Imposed by her present condition. Thus the stormy glory of her dark hair, great masses that ran a riot of shining ripples and waves. And the straight line of the nose, not too thin, yet fine enough for the rapture of a Praxiteles. And the pink daintiness of the ear-tips, which peered warmly from beneath the pail of tresses. One could know nothing accurate ly of the complexion now. But It were easy to guess that In happier places It would show of a purity to “Three years isn't forever. When I come out you are going to pay for every moment of them. Thero won’t be a day or an hour that I won't re member that at last it wai your word that sent me to prison." entice, with a gentle blooming of roses in the cheeks. Even In this hour of unmitigated evil, the lips re vealed a curving beauty of red—not quite crimson, though near enough for the word; not qu\e scarlet, either; only a red gently enchanting, which turned one’s thoughts toward tender ness—with a hint of deeire. It was, too, a generous mouth, not too large; still, happily, not so small as those modeled by Watteau. It was alto gether winsome—more. It was gener ous and true, desirable for kisses— yes! - more desirable for strength and for faith. She Showed Possibilities. Like every' intellifent woman, Mary had taken the trouble to reinforce the worth of her physical attractiveness. The Instinct of sex was strong in her, as it must be in every normal woman, since that appeal Is nature’s law. She kept herself supple and svelte by many exercises, at which her com panions in the chamber scoffed, with the prudent warning that more work must mean more appetite. With arms still aching from the lifting of heavy bolts of cloth to and fro from the shelves, she neverthe less was at pains nightly to brush with the appointed 200 strokes the thick masses of her hair. Even here, In the sordid desolation of the cell, the lustrous sheen witnessed the fi delity of her care. So in each detail the keen observer might have found adequate reason for admiration. There was the delicacy of the hands, with fingers tapering, with nails perfectly shaped, neither too dull nor too shining. And there were, too, finally, the trimly shod feet, set rather primly on the floor, small and arched like those of a Spanish Infanta. In truth, Mary' Turner showed the possibilities at least, If not just now the realities, of a very beautiful woman. Naturally, in this period of grief, the girl's mind had no concern with such external merits over which once she had modestly exulted. All her present energies were set to precise recollection of th« ghastly experience Into w'hlch she had been thrust. In its outline, the event had been tragically simple. There had been thefts in the store. They had been traced eventually to a certain department, that in which Mary' worked. The detective was alert. Some valuable silks were missed. Search followed immediate ly. The goods were found In Mary ’s locker. That was enough. She was charged with the theft. She protested innocence—only to*be laughed at In derision by' her accusers. Every thief declares Innocence. Mr. Gilder himself was emphatic against her. The thieving had been long contin ued. An example must be ttmhJs. The girl was arrested. The crowded condition of the court calendar kept her for three months in the Tombs awaiting trial. She was quite friendless. To the world she Strange methods of greeting the spring are practiced In the commune of Nagy- halmagy, Wales, every year. It is a kissing market, and the Institution this year has been more successful than ever All the women and girls are at liberty to kiss strange men. From the surrounding district all the young wom en who have been married since last Faster arrive at the kissing market and kiss strange men to their hearts’ con tent. A new device made its appearance on r fair ground during the recent holidays. A target is a*'fixed to a can vas screen, below which sits a man, protected from the ball a net. Three shots a penny is the price. The thrower who hits the target releases the seat on which the man is ensconced, and he falls into a tank of water beneath him A ducking follows every successful shoU * A NAUGHTY LITTLE COMET By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Copyright, 1918, by American-Journal-Examiner. rj> HERE was once a little comet who lived near the Milky Way! She loved to wander out at night and Jump about and plajr. The mother of the comet was a very good old star— She used to scold her reckless child for venturing out too far; She told her of the ogre, Sun, who loved on star* to sup. And who asked no better pastimes than gobbling comets op. But instead of growing cautious and of showing proper fear. The foolish little comet edged up nearer and more rear. She switched her saucy tail along right where the Sun could see. And flirted with old Mars just as bold as bold could be. She laughed to soom the quiet stars, who never frisked about. She said there w*» no fun In life unless you ventured out. She liked to make the planets, and wished no better mirth Than Just to see the telescope aimed at her from the Earth. She wondered how so many stars could mope through nights and days. And let the sickly-faced old moon get all the love and praise. And as she talked and tossed her head and switched her shining trail. The staid old mother star grew *ad. her cheek grew wan and pale. For she had lived there In the skies a nxUTfon years or more. And ?he had heard gay comets talk In Just this way before. And by and by’ there came an end to this gay comer’s fun— She went a tiny bit too far—and vanished in the Sun! No more she swings her shining trail before the whole world’s sight. But quiet stars she laughed to scorn are twinkling every night. whs only a thief in duress. At the last the triul was very short. Her lawyer was merely an unfledged practitioner assigned to her defense as a formality' of the court. This nov ice in his profession was so grateful for the first recognition ever afforded him that he rather assisted than oth erwise the District Attorney in the prosecution of the case. At the end. twelve good men and rendered a verdict of guilty against the shuddering girl in the prisoner’3 dock. So simple the bistory of Mary Tur ner’s trial. * * * The sentence of the judge was lenient—only three years! CHAPTER II. A Cheerful Prodigal. T HAT which was the supreme tragedy to the broken girl in the cell merely afforded rather agreeable entertainment to her for mer fellows of the department store. Mar.v Turner throughout her term of service there had been without real intimates, so that now' none was ready to mourn over her fate. Even the two -roommates had felt some slight offense, since they sensed the superiority of her, though vaguely. Now' they found a smug satisfaction in the fact of her disaster as empha sizing very pleasurably their own continuance In respectability. As many a philosopher has ob served, we secretly enjoy' the misfor tunes of others, particularly' of our friends, since they are closest to u*. MoSt persons hasten to deny this truth In Its application to themselves. They’ do so either because from lack of clear understanding they' are not quite honest with themselves, from lack of clear Introspection, or because, as may be more easily believed, they are not quite honest in the asser tion. As a matter of fact, we do find a singular satisfaction in the troubles of others. Contemplation of such suffering renders more striking the contrasted well-being of our own lot. We need the pains of others to serve as a background for our joys—Just as sin Jr essential as the background for any appreciation of virtue, even any knowledge of Its existence. * • So now, on the day of Mary' Turner's trial, there was a subtle gayety of gossfp- ings to and fro through the store. The girl’s plight was like a shuttle cock drtoen hither and yon by the battledores of many tongues. It was the first time In many years that one of the employees had been thus ac- cused of theft. Shoplifters were so common as to be a stale tonic. There was a refreshing novelty In this case, where one of themselves was the cul prit. Her fellow w orkers chatted des ultorily of her aa they had opportu nity. and complacently thanked their god* that they were not as she—with reason. Perhaps a very few were kind-hearted enough to feel a touch of sympathy foT this rutn of a Ilfs. Gave Attention to Girl. Of such was Smithson, a member of live excuttve staff, who did not hesi tate to speak his mind, though none too forcibly. As for that, Smithson, while the possessor of a dignity nour ished by years of floor-walking, was not given to the holding of vigorous opinions. Yet his comment, meager as it was, stood wholly in Mary's favor. And he spoke with a certain authority, since he had given official attention to the girl. Smithson stopped Sarah Edwards, Mr. Gilder’s private secretary, aa she was passing through one of the de partments that morning, to ask her If the owner had yet reached hie office. “Been and gone,” was the secreta ry’s answer, with the terseness char acteristic of her. "Gone!” Smithson repeated, evi dently somewhat disturbed by the In formation. "I particularly wanted to see him.” “HeTl be back, all right," Sarah vouchsafed, amiably. "He went down town to the Court of General Sessions. The judge sent for him about the Mary Turner case.” "Oh, yes, I remember now,” Smith- son exclaimed. Then he added, with a trace of genuine feeling: ”1 hope the poor gtrl gets off. She was a nice girl—quite the lady, you know, Miss Edwards." "No, I don’t know," Sarah rejoined, a hit tartly. Truth to tell, the sec retary was haunted by a grim suspi cion that she herself was not quite the lady of her dreams, and never would be able to acquire the graces of the Vere De Vere. For Sarah, while « most efficient secretary, was not in her person of that slender elegance Marv had curium! much—miserably much!— for honesty’s sake. At the end <>f it all was shame unutterable. There was nought left her save a wild dream of revenge. j which always characterized her fa- I vorito heroines in the novels she af- i fected. On the contrary, she was of | a sort to have gratified Byron, who ! declared that. u. woman in her maturi ty should be plump. Now, she re called with a * c of envy that the accused girl had been of an aristo cratic slimness of form. “On. did you know her?’ she questioned, without any real interest. Smithson answered with that bland stateliness of manner which was the fruit of floor-walking politeness: A Good Saleswoman. “Well. I couldn’t exactly say I knew her, and yet I might say, after a manner of speaking, that I did—to a certain extent. You see, they put her In my department when she first came here to work. She was a good sales woman, as saleswomen go. For the matter of that,” he added with a sud den access of energy, “she was the Last girl in the world I'd take for a thief.’’ He displayed some evidences of embarrassment over the honest feeling into which he had been be trayed, and made haste to recover his usual business manner, as he contin ued, formally: “Will you please let me know w’hen Mr. Gilder arrives? Thero are one or two little matters I wish to discuss with him.” “All light,” Sarah agreed briskly, and she hurried jn toward the private office. The secretary wa* barely seated at her desk when the violent opening of the door startled her, and. as she looked up, a cheery voice cried out: “Hello, dad!” At the same moment a young man entered with an air of care-free as surance, his face radiant. But, as hi* glance went to the empty armchair at the desk, he halted abruptly, and By FRANCES L. GARSTDE. W HEN the baby gives a shrill cry every one tn the house runs to It, and when it keeps tt up every one runs from It except its mother. • • • When a mother puts away her first baby's worn-out shoe it Is with the self- expressed belief that some day the State Historical Society will send for It. • * • A mother with her first babir sug gests a girl with her doll, but there Isn’t so much resemblance to pastime when tha second, third and fourth ar rive. • • • A mother feels worse when she can’t afford to buy a certain toy for her child than the child will feel if It gets no toy* at all. • • • The modem mother does so much to spare her children pain, it Is a wonder she doesn't think up some plan of tak ing their pills for them. • • • “It’s a good thing.’’ every mother thinks, when the father loses an um brella, “that bringing the children home doesn’t depend on their father.” • • • Every -father cherishes a secret re sentment because his wife will forgive their son so much more than she will forgive him. • • • Mother and father never agree upon what he can afford, and as every daugh ter grows up she ha* one more to take her side of the argument • • • All father gets when he complains to hi* children of the sacrifices he has made for them is a mental comparison with their mother, who has made great er sacrifice* and never mention* item. his Repression changed to or.e of dis appointment. "Not hero!” he grumbled. The.i once again ihe smile was on his lips as his eyes feil on the* secretary, who had now risen to her feet In a flutter of excitement. "Why, Mr. Dick!” Sarah gasped. “Hello, Sadie!” came the genial sal utation. The younv man advanced and shook hands with her warm.y. “I'm home again. Where’s dad?” Even as he asked the question, the quick sobering of his face bore wit ness to hjs disappointment over not finding his father in the office. For such was the relationship of the owner of the department store to thi* new arrival on the sedne. And in the patient chagrin under which the son now labored was to be found a cer tain Indication of character not to be disregarded. Unlike many a child, he really loved his father. The death of the mother years before had left him without other opportunity for affec tion in the home, since he had nelthe* brother nor sister. He loved his fa ther with a depth of feeling that made the two a real camaraderie, despit* great differences in temperament In that simple and sincere regard which he bore for his father, the boy re vealed a heart ready for love, willing to give of Itself its best for the one beloved. Beyond that, ae ye*, there was little to bo said of him with exactness. He wa* a spoiled child of fortune, if you wish Co have It aa, Certainly he was only a drone In the world’s hive. Thu* far he hid en joyed the good thing* of lit* without ever doing aught to deeerve them by contributing In return—«ave by hie •miles and his genial air of happi ness. To be Continued To-morrow. The Storage Egg By PERCY SHAW. I MET a storage egg one day, And, filled with subtle agitation, I a*ked him what he had to say Upon suspended animation. Be made no move to speak and so I boldly put a simple question. As to some facts I sought to know On superhuman. Indigestion. 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You will enjoy the delightful effect of the electrical current, whether yom, use the battery for fnee massaging—with the electric hair brush to coffee* scalp troubles and promote beautiful hair—as a general tonic treatment—or hi any of the many ways described In our Instruction Manual for specific needs. Life will take on new beantles when you feel the vital blood of hoaltk coursing strongly through your vein*. Tin ‘ ~ Don't wait a mfimsta* Send Tn y*>ur order for the ''Home" Battery to-day. You CRn't afford to delay. This Is your opportunity to renew your strength and vigor, you* ope e ortunlty to become physically fit, to step out from the weakling class, snfi e s winner. Give yourself a chance. Act now. Only $540 for the complete outfit! —your passport to health. Western Merchandise & Supply Co, 326 West Madison St., Near Market St. CHICAGO Money Back—10_ Day Trial Coupon This coupon, with fCMMk entitles you to one Horn* Health and Beauty Bat tery, complete, (laeAuding three extra dry oells free) •hipped preceid. Try it ten dey*. if not entirely S tkfied »t the end of tbsl ne, your $3.00 will b* promptly refunded vpo* return of machine. This oner is made for s ■imited time only. Um coupon to-day. Namx.,.. Address.