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* A Bachelor’s Diary *
C rC . f . 1 ^ V J | 1 Eliziheth Freeman and
Advice to the Lovelorn
By MAX.
Llil Fclfcjlolo Ol U1C Vv Olid the English Militants
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
-» tARC'H 24. - When the wrongs of
p Ivl this miserable <>ld world are
finally righted, and the .slaves,
who now ride around in automo
biles from pink teas to matinees,
emerge from inglorious serfdom to
esereise the sacred and inalienable
yr right of casting a vote for dog
catcher and coroner - , when, in brief,
.woman is emancipated. I hope to
hate the privilege of yaking one lit
tle suggestion.
I True, it will be a faint squeak,
like that of a dying mouse, and 1
•tan not hone that it will be heard ex
cept by other male mice who have
been driven to their holes and whose
gf# final squeaks are as faint, but 1 must
f intake it nevertheless.
VV It is the hope that when the women
take charge of the Government pie
V, counter, they hand out the Ambassa-
v, dership pie to such clever representu-
- tines of their sex as Mrs. Jack Sprn-
g,' per and The Widow. Such tact, such
® grace such diplomacy, such oil! What
a pity it was devoted to such a trilling
object as one mere man!
When they faced each other that
night in the station each carried a
dagger in the hand she extended so
.cordially to the other. Kach took
. silent measure of the other's wit and
; -A beauty and skill with eyes that ex-
* pressed nothing but innocent pleas
ure
"t am so pleased to meet you," said
The Widow; "I have heard so much
about you."
Honey Drips.
“And 1 about you.” returned Mrs.
Spencer. "Well, you may guess how
anxious l was to know you when I
tell you that .lack and T were return-
i ing from a dinner party completely
tired out when we met Max. and he
insisted that we turn right back, if
I It had been for any other purpose I
* should have refused him
Shot Number One! I hadn't asked
[| her to come; she had guessed whore
I was going and insisted upon com-
I inK ’
Tlie Widow’s eyes never changed.
[ ' Yes.” she said. “I told the Dearest
Man in the World over the telephone
that he must bring you to the station
* with him; l did so want to know
you.”
Shot Number Two! She had told
me nothing of the kind. 1 didn’t blame
her for shooting right back, but I did
think her description of me was a
waste of powder. It had no effect
on the situation, and made me rather
ridiculous. \ am the “dearest man in
the world’’ to only one of the fairer
sex. and she is only four.
They grew more diplomatic and
more polite, each taking a shot in
turn with such rapidly growing cor
diality .that neither Jack nor 1 was
surprised when they walked off with
their arms linked, leaving us to fol-
| low. After her first greeting The
W : low would have feigned equal in-
| diherence. When we reached a cozy
little private dining room of a near
by hotel she continued to ignore my
existence.
But she didn't ignore Jack’s. I
t < an’t recall who planned it. but she
was seated between Jack and me, and
she devoted all her attention to him.
Everything that enters the brain of
a widow becomes ammunition, and
those who give her this ammunition
do it unconsciously. Little anecdotes
of tlie ambitions, hobbies and pecul
iarities of friends, and all their pet
prides and prejudices, when told to a
Spin, senpe onlv for the purpose of
entertainment.
When told to a widow, they become
tinder, matches and powder, and s'.iu
stores them .carefully to use when the
game comes within range.
“I have been so Interested," she said,
turning her eves fondly on Jack Spen
cer. “in your collection of scimitars
and the wonderful history that at
taches. Do tell me how you became
Inter *ted in anything quite so thrill
ing.”
That just suited Jack, and the
recital of the source of his collection
became a matter of absorbing interest
to the widow. But she would have been
interested had his* hobby been tadpoles.
We were at the table two hours, and
within that time I did not get five
words in the talk, and Mrs. Spencer
did little better. I will confess. Diary
that 1 took a sneaking jov In the re
flection that it served her right.
If a woman knowingly takes her
husband in the presence of a widow
like Mrs. Brown, she may expect just
such results'- “I’m a Married Man.”
when pinned on a man’s coat, may
cause Spins to take the other side of
the street, but it attracts the widows.
And that is the way it always is; a
danger sign to a Spin becomes an in
vitation to the woman who has lo?t a
husband either in the court houst* or
cemetery.
Mrs. Brown had heard me casually
remark that scimitars were Jack
Spencer’s fad. I didn’t know I was
giving her ammunition. But then I
confess it. 1 never knew anything
when I was with the Widow.
He Gets It.
I have been with her many time*
alone when her hand has been within
easy reach, and I have never had any
desire to squeeze it. but that evening
at the tabic when ohe talked so inces
santly to Jack Spencer. I felt that 1
had to get hold of her hand or die. I
watched my chance, and when she
rested it on #h<?r lap, with her face
turned toward Jack. I reached my
hand over and caught hers.
Did she repulse me? Not for a mo
ment? She looked at Jack with a par
ticularly sweet expression, telling him
a lot about scimitar^ which he never
knew (I imagine she had read up on
them for just such an occasion), and
giving my hand the most affectionate
squeeze all the while.
“My wife,” I heard Jack say. rather
reproachfully, looking across the table
at her. “has never been interested in
scimitars. She thinks 1 am foolish
about them.”
The Widow gave him such a pitying
look. “Poor fellow,” it said, “to be
tied down all these years to an unap
preciative person like that!”
Oh. Diary, the mischief a woman
can do by sympathizing with a man
who is married!
I hope the time will soon come when
women are made diplomats. I want
the Widow sent to one corner of the
globe, and Mrs. Jack, with her hus
band fastened under her thumb by
special legislation, sent to the corner
that is most remote.
Educating Husbands
I
^fHAD to put cold water com
presses on George’s head when
it came home.” confessed the
president of the club. ‘‘He took it
awfully hard.”
“Tom nearly had apoplexy,” put in
the blonde secretary, gleefully “I
never knew before that a human man
could turn so absolutely purple!”
"I just took mine out of the box to
L wear to this meeting,” said a mere
| member. “Walter, when he yaw it,
I rushed wildly from the house. If 1
I didn’t know that he always calms
| down after an unsettling shock 1
I should really be disturbed and wonder
I whether he ever would come back.”
“They always act that way over
I anything new," said another member,
i “Edgar behaved just the same over
f the full skirts, and then over the
I ykimpy one. over that collar that runs
\ up to the ends of your eyebrow? and
! over the Dutch neck! There’s no use
paying any attention to them!"
The door slamnu d just then and
another member 1'ost fell into the
room. She wore on her head a con
coction that resembled the famous ex
plosion in a paint factory.
Poor William.
“I'm late!'' she gasped. “I thought
i at first that William had a stroke of
paralysis, but when he came to and T
\ found it was only my new spring hat
1 . rune away and left him. horrid
i thing!”
“I know just how you feel,” said the
blonde secretary. “Now. this spring
hat of mine is really mild compared
with some of the others you see—it
has only purple and orange and pink
on it—yet you wouldn’t believe the
rime I had with Tom!
“After my first tour of the shops 1
With
<X
in your Coffee cup
the presence of caf
feine is largely done
aw^y with and your
coffee bills practi
cally cut in two.
^Iblib. and 5lb. ran* at
grocers.
Cheek-Neat Coffee Co.,
Nashville, Houston. Jackaoavillt
knew I should have to educate him
very carefully to the new Bulgarian
color scheme of life. I took to leading
him by shop windows and pointing out
the loudest examples. After he ceased
to halt like a stricken deer with shud
ders running through his frame at
sight of a cerisi straw with a Wash
ington monument in yellow run up
one side of it and could view without
alarm a grass green canoe with a
masthead of violet crimson tipped
with orange, ] concluded that the
time was at last ripe to lead him to
the theater.
"We got there early so we could see
the audience gather. Tom sat bolt
upright, looking as if he had been
stung, when there floated down the
aisle a dream of a hat in those won
derful flame color plumes with a bit
of palest lavender on the brim.
"He groaned aloud.
—‘Why, that’s Mrs. Jippsi’ I said.
They live in the big house at the end
of our block, dearest. She must have
brought her hat from Parie!'
"'She got that, in a millinery shop
attached to an insape asylum,' Tom
growled.
“A minute later I directed his at
tention to the woman who was taking
a seat just in front of us. She had on
a perfect beauty of a hat—a purple
straw with roses shaded from pale
green through pink and yellow and
blue—a work of art, my dear—and I
told him that her husband’s income
was JtM.OOl) a year and that she once
invited me to a tea.
" ‘If he's got all that money,' said
Tom, feebly, 'why doesn’t he buy his
poor wife a real hat instead of having
her wear one made up of scraps from
the leftovers of fifteen years? If you
had to wear a hat like that ” Then
lie stopped and stared.
Three Girls,
"Throe girls bat! come in together
and one of them wore a hat of green
and lavender, the second wore one of
pink and yellow and the third wore a
. < ombination of all the other colors
I that were left.
‘‘‘Pity me!’ Tom moaned and beat
hands together. What is this
country coming to? Oh. Sadie, take
J me home, take me h-o-m-e!’
I really felt sorry for him at the
end of the play when all'those wom
en put on their hats simultaneously
and the lights were turned on I
took him homo a saddened and suffer,
mg man. Then I sprung my new
hat on him next day.
“Ho didn’t say anything. He just
l oaned feebly. Before he caught his
-roath I instructed him to thank his
iais that it wasn’t any worse.
You've seen what women can do »n
• line of hats this year,’ I told him,
'so rejoice that I was as merciful j.«
* 1;3 ! 1 could have done lots meaner
j ‘hings than get purple, orange and
j , ‘ink!' Go’s beginning to wear that
’resigned look now!”
They needn’t talk!” grimly added
he woman with the paint factory
j xplosion. “They only have to look at
| the things—we have to do that and
l wear ’em. too!”
A Fox Pass.
“Where is Mary now?' Mother
I M 4 la prop was asked.
“She is in Pari* and site wQuId
j end cH! of be; time there if she
i-iild She'« the greatest Parasite I
ever knew.”
By LILIAN LAUFEKTY.
A LMOST daily from across the
water there comes the story of
a new move in the campaign of
destruction planned by the Militan
Suffragist?.
The foes of Suffrage use Militamw
as a strong argument against “Vo; s
for Women." The Bishop of Lincoln,
although himself a Suffragist, has ex
pressed himself against the Militant
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SUFFRAGISTS OF EAST INDIA.
This picture shows the Indian Empire contingent
they appeared at the coronation ceremonies. Few per
who have made the question of wort:an suffrage a stu b , are
this great question is sx> far-reaching, even extending into the Punjab
trict. That young girls, as weli as women of maturer age. ai vital \
terested in the fight for better conditions, is strikingly shown b> the
pea ranee of the characters in the picture.
LET YOUR HEART DECIDE.
I )1L\U MISS FAIRFAX:
I am keeping company with a
young man who claims he loves
me dearly. He is now out of town
and has asked me to stay away
from amusement places until ho
returns; especially dances. Now.
what T want to know is whether
or not I shall' do so, for L have
many offers to go with other
young men to dances. S. G. B.
He is not very considerate of you,
but that is the manner in which many
a man proves his lpve. He reully
has no right to, make this demand;
only an engagement would give him
j this right.
I This leaves the decision solely with
you. You must ask yourself which
is worth, more, his love or going to
| dances with other men.
THEY ARE RIGHT.
T)EAR MISS FAIRFAX;
I am a young girl of seven
teen, and was introduced to a
young man, who said he cares for
me very much. He is very re
fined in all his ways and has a
good position. But my girl friends
all tell me not to meet him be
cause I'm too young, but I care
for him and hate to part.
LONESOME.
You are too young to form any se
rious heart entanglements. Ff he
really cares for you he will not regard
a year's delay in courting you as a
final parting.
Talk it over sensibly with him.
•
I AM SURE HE DOESN’T.
TXEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
^ 1 am eighteen, and deeply in
love with a. young man of about
t wenty. I have been out with him
twice, but in the company of oth
er young couples. He has always
treated me real nicely, but I
would like fo know if he cares for
me. He is my ideal of a man and
J know that l could never care for
any one else. I meet him going
to business some mornings, but
he is always cold. I feel that he
likes me but he is afraid to say
anything. He never asks me to
go out with him directly. He al
ways says the four of us will go.
which means his cousin and his
lady friend (cousin’s) and I.
If he cared for you he would maka
an opportunity to see you alone. He
never would insist that there be oth
ers in the party. You are only eigh
teen and hearts soon recover at that
age Make up your mind you don't
care for him.
RESPECT HER WISHES.
EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 have been going with a girl
for six months and have been en
gaged to her for about a month and
a half, and when we go out evenings
I have, many times, offered to assist
her tn putting on her gloves, and she
seems to take offense at this. I
have never acted as though I meant
It as a caress, but only as assist
ance Who is right, she or I?.
A TRUE DOVER
The girl is light. She needs no jsuv-
sistanee In putting on her gloves.
Save all that excess gallantry for -4he
time when she will really need your
help, after you are married.
GIVE HIM NOTHING.
T~\ EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young lady eighteen
years of age and am in love with a
young man twenty, who also love*
me. What do you think I could give
him for his birthday, as he does not
read? We are not engaged.
DOUBTFUL.
A man of twenty in thia day and age
who can’t read is a strange object to
inspire love. Are you sure you love him.
He needs a primer most of all. Could
you give him that without offense? I
am glad there is no engagement.
Movement: “Who takes the sword
s»hall perish by the sword.”
So the questions naturally arise:
What real cause is there for mili
tancy? What influence has it on the
World’s Woman Suffrage Movement?
For the answer to these questions I
went to Elizabeth Freeman, an Amer
ican girl, who has recently returned
from six years spent in England, and
who was there swept into the great
cauF'e of suffrage and into the fore
front of the militant movement.
Is Ready to Die.
“The Woman Militant is herself
ready to perish for the Cause—but
she respects human life since she has
the mother Instinct to save, not to
destroy life," said Miss Freeman
’’The militant attitude of mind is
forced on women—take my case, for
example: One night I was on my way
to meet some friends after the thea
ter. As my bus went through Parlia
ment Square I looked down from the
top and saw a big policeman striking
a little woman I got down and pro
tested He said, You come along o'
me. Missie.’ ’Gladly,’ said X. meaniivt
to bear witness to bis brutality—I did
not know I had been arrested. But 1
spent ten days in Holloway prison—
amidst the most frightful conditions -
and in a state of mental agony. 'As
sault and obstruction' was the charge
—you see that offleer had been subdu
ing a suffragist.
"This whole movement seems to
rouse the brute In Fngtl.'-hmen But
they confess they are beaten by their
fear of letting the suffragists starve
themselves to death in jail or go free.
And 'forcible feeding' is horrible. It
tears and lacerates the throat beyond
hope of recovery. But the treatmen-
to which gentlewomen arp subjected
before they are dragged off to jail is
absolutely repellent.
A Terrible Experience.
“Let me tell yon of one riot 1 went
through. November 18, 1910. was
known as Black Friday—riot and
bloodshed marked that day in Parlia
ment Square. But on th* fo'.h»\vir
Tuesday, when we found that Park ;
ment had risen without keeping :
promi-se-to present our bill. mark
ed round to the side entrances
Downing Street.
“Now, Downing Street is a litr
blind alley less than a’block long, w:r
the fence of St. James Park markinj
its end.
“We reached the head of tile ^tr<
and suddenly the police arrived. YY
were crushed find n forward
forward against the iron palings/>t‘ th
park—on and on againe* an impas
able barrier, so that at' last we be< am
like cattle milling around and around
in dazed horror.
"Stones as big as a man’s ft-t hur
tied through the air—they found then
mark. t«x>. One woman was thrown
to t,he ground again and again, sol
that her chest bone was hrok.en and {
mangled; and a man who tried t
stop her tormentors was arrested for;
his pains.
“I saw’ a burly policeman with his l
hands at Mrs. Pankhurst’s throat-
throttling her and forcing her head j
backward until I fancied that I Could
hear her spine crack. In :i nightmare
of horror, in which I was not myself,
but only a spirit that roust save that
gray head from torture, 1 forced my
hand through the bandage that is
worn around the London policeman’s
forearm as a badge of office, and tried
to twist his hand away. With a quick
jerk of hk* arm. he caught my fingers
in that bandage as in a noose, and
twisted it once and yet again # so my
strained muscles ached in torture.
“Another officer arrested me. He
took my arm and dragged me along.
Til go. officer, but won’t you take
the other arm?’ I moaned. He laugh
ed and gave the aching arm another
twist.
“ ‘Good bye. Lady Betty," called
some on *. using my nickname ‘Lady
Betty From Across the Water.’ T was
led out of the street and released.
They do not like to arrest women of
title!
“Of course, I went right back, and
just as I got info that pit of horror
CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
Here Comes
the Bride
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARS IDE
W
ELIZABETH FREEMAN.
An interview with whom ap
pears in the accompanying arti
cle by Miss Lauferty.
By T. W. HANSHAW
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
^ ^ TTT UM-M-M! That's extraordl-
r“f nary. Deeply Imprinted a "e
they?”
Dummy! yes, sir. The animal s
made ’em must have weighed ten or
twelve atone at learn Soon as I see
them. sir. 1 k no wed I had my work
cut out, so l left Gorham in charge
of the house, rattled up these two men
and Mr. Simpkins, here—which all
three Is employed at Droger Park, sir
—and set out hot foot to look 'or
gypsies."
“Why?”
Like a Muzzle.
“’Cause Mistress Arrnroyd. she
says as she see a gypsy lurkin’ round
the place just before dark, sir; and
ho had a queer thing like a bear’s
muzzle in hia hand."
“Ah, I see!” aaid Cleek; and gave
one of his odd smiles as he screwed
round and looked at the superin
tendent. “All ready, Mr. Narkoni.
Good! Let us go over to the Round
House and investigate this interest
ing case. Dollops, stop where you
are and look after the caravan. If
we are away more than a couple of
hours, tumble into bed and go to
sleep. We may be a short time or
we may be a long one. In affairs
like this one never knows."
“Any ideas. old chap? "queried
Narkom in a whisper as they forged
along together in the wake of Nip
pers and his three companions.
“Yes—a great many," ansewered
Cleek. “I an particulaily anxious,
Mr. Narkom, to have a look at those
footprints and an interview with Miss
Renfrew. I want to meet that voung
lady very much indeed."
ii.
T.WENTY minutes latpr his tip.
1 sires in that respect were grant
ed; and, having been introduced by
Mr. Nippers to the little gathering in
the sitting room of the house of dis
aster as “a friend of mine from
Scotland Yard-, miss," found hims»t:
in the presence of one of those me?k-
faced. dove-eyed "mousey” little
bodies who seem born to be "Pa
tient Griseldas;" and, In looking at
her he was minded of the description
of ‘‘Lady Jane" in the poem;
"Her pulse was slow, milk white
her skin—
She had not blood enough to sin, *
Must Have Been Pretty.
Years of repression had told upon
her and she looked older than sn.*
really was—so old and so dragg.-J
out. in fact, that Mrs. Arrnroyd, th*‘
cook, appeared youthful and nttre -
tive in contrast. Indeed, it was no
wonder that Mr. Ephraim Nippers
had been attracted by that good soul;
for. although her hair was streaked
with gray and her fltrure was of th-
“sack of flour" order, and her eyes
were assisted in their offices by a pa*r
of steel-bowed spectacles, ‘her face
was still youthful in contour; and Mr
Narkom, looking at her. conclude:
that at twenty-four or twenty-fly*
she must have been a remarkablv
pretty and remark*tbl\ fascinating
woman. What Cleek’g thoughts w.-re
upon that subject It Is impossible
to record; for he merely gav- her one
look on coming into 1 the room rind
then took no further notice of her
whatsoever.
again some one drove an automobile
in, bruising and knocking down the
women in its way. but killing no one.
"Two days later Mrs. Pankhurst’s
sister died of the injuries she had re
ceived that day—but the press gave
it only two lines notice.
“The censorship of the British press
does inestimable harm to the cause.
It never reports how we fill Albert
Hal! with it?- “ruing capacity of
18,000- again and again Ft-does not
tell how thinking men are coming to
see the righteousness of our cause. It
only tells of our ‘outrages.’
“Sometimes the press calls us hys
terics- fanatics—self-made martyrs.
Of course, a martyr is ‘self-made’—he
chooses to suffer for a righteous
cause. And it is only for a cause that
suffering lik• ours can be endured.
Some American newspaper women
went over for the prison experience.
After three days they paid their fines
and got out!
“The English women did not be
come militant until ‘the sword* was
forced upon them and all constitu
tional ways and means failed. They
w ere a nested for street speaking and
for para ling: when they went on their
constitutional right to petition the
king or his prox> they were arrested.
“But the American Constitution al
lows lor even better Constitutional
procedure. If we petition legislatures
here we receive courtesy—all we care
for. and more than we expect from
politicians.
“YVe need not be militant—vve need
only feel deeply enough here in Amer
ica. and we will get the suffrage.” •
Two of Them.
T T IS companions bent over him with
** pitiful earnestness, and stared be
seechingly into his waxen features.
Again came the flutter of the eyelids,
but this time ids will mastered ap
proaching death ills lips weakly strug
gled to execute his last commands, and
the friends bent closer to hear the fal
tering whisper
“1 am gone? Yes er I know. Go
to Mtlly. Tell her er 1 died with—her
earn' or my, lips; that I—er—have
loved 1 r -her alone er always. And
T’.i ns:* ell er tell Bessie the same
thing. ’
jHEN a man and woman an
nounce their intention of
getting married, don’t get
them into thinking seriously by ask
ing why.
Shortly after the girl sets the date,
the man gives the distress signal to
her father. He doesn’t want a pa
rade wedding, and will the father as
sist him in rebelling/ But the fa
ther knows the strength of the ene
mies’ guns, and responds that it is
no use.
One reason the bride insists on a
church wedding is that she realizes
it is the last time sh* will ever get
the man she marries out to church.
No person, tnan or woman, who
can’2 look on the bright side should
be permitted to enter the marriage
state.
When a man walks down the aisle
of a church stepping on flowers which
little girls have scattered before him
he must look like a fool, but no one
has even looked at him close enough
to see.
A man and woman going on a wed
ding tour try hard not to look happy,
and on their return they try just as
hard to look happy.
At a church wedding the girl at the
altar all in white looks as if she. had
won the head prize, and every woman
present who has been married as long
as a year looks ns if she had won
the consolation.
He Sighs.
When it is said of a bridegroom
that he has money, every woman
present remarks, “And you bel she
knows how to spend it for him.”
There isn’t as much honey in the
honeymoon as reported, much of it
being lost in the ordeal of wiping on
new r towels after they have gone to
housekeeping, and breaking in new
shoes.
They long during their engagement
to go somewhere after they are mar
ried where they will be all alone.
On the second day after they have
been all alone, the bride says, “Would
not it be nice if some friend should
come along?” And the groom sighs.
“eYs, or even an enemy!”
About three months ater a bride has
left her old home with her nose
turned up scornfully at the sugges
tion that she take her old clothes
with her, she comes hurrying back
for them, and Is mad if one garment
is missing.
Ah a rule a woman lias to w ear her
wedding clothes so many years it Is a
wonder her great-grandchildren don’t
find rice In them.
The longer a woman has been mar
ried the greater her wonder that she
ever thought fine clothes would cut
any figure in her happiness.
T X THEN DAYSEY MAYME AP-
\\' PLETON returns to her little
home town after extensive
travel, the impressions made on her
mind by foreign scenes and customs
are so vivid that unconsciously they
blot out the life-time impressions of
home life.
For instance: It was her privilege
to make a curtesy before royalty
when abroad, and she absent minded-
ly made a curtesy while ordering
liver of the butcher after she got
home.
‘I got into the habit while abroad,”
I she said apologetically; brushing the
1 sawdust off her skirt when rising
from the meat market floor.
For the same reason she put on her
bathing sqit. when she engaged th<*
bathroom: turned to the left when
out driving, and climbed to the top
of her father’s automobile when
starting for a ride.
“Travel is educational," she said
in a deprecating tone,” but it Is also
confusing. It is quite a tax on my
mind to remember w r hen I am in the
Ten Cent Store at home that I am
not in the Bon Marche in Paris, and
I catch myself addressing the girl
[ clerks in French."
There was to be a family reunion
to witness fhe christening of a new
bwbv, and Daysey May me was in
vited.
She had sp<mt the morning in writ-
: ing of her impressions of a city on
; the coast: its big naval yard's, its
battleships, ceremonials, etc., and her
mind was filled with reminiscences
of her visit as she dressed for the
party.
She had started out the door when,
she recalled the occasion that was
calling the family together. A
christening! She smiled in a happy
reminiscent way as she hurried back
to the dining room. A moment later
she left the house with-a brown pa
per parcel under her arm.
She was late! What if she shou.d
be too late! She quickened her steps
and reached! the parlor of her kin':*
home just In time. A Mttle baby,
with a red, wrinkled face, had been
put Into the arms of the preacher.
Daysey Mayme caught hlsarmwii%
one hand while with the other shfl
quickly tore the wrapping off her
parcel.
“What is it?” he asked in amaze.
“A bottle of champagne.,” returned
Daysey Mayme. “to break over th<s
baby's head!”
Two of Them.
His companions bent over him with
pitiful earnestness, and stared be-*
seechingly into his waxen features*
Again came the flutter of the eyelids,
but this time his will mastered ap
proaching death. His lips weakly
struggled to execute his last com
mands, and the friends bent closer to
hear the faltering whisper; “1 ara—
gone? Yes—er—I know. Go to Milly^
Tell her—er—I died with—her nam#
on—my lips; that I—er—have loved--*
her—-her alone—er—always. And Bes«*
sie—tell—er—tell Bessie the aamd
thing."
Up-to-Date Jokes
The teach
son, and cont
“And vast
ed on the lan
houses of th*
their clothing
their food. In
were no ffi*
Israel."
A small bo;
room fnterrup
“Please, rm
either.”
intent on the les-
inued impressively:
irms of flies descend-
and came Into the
Igyptians and covered
nd their tables and all
(emphatically) there
on the chtldren ot
from the rear of the
ed:
im. there ain’t now.
“Is your
Dabster?’
“Perfect!
fault he he
a painful
hinder no<“
“By exter
don’t mean
“Some pt
Green. Rm
of the mini
iorse perfectly gentle, Mr.
gentle, sir. The only
. got, if that he a fault, is
habit of extending his
s now and then.”
-fling his hinder hoofs you
kicking. I hope?”
•ople call it kicking, Mr
it’s only a slight reaction
She (r - ntlng)—And you will ad- r
mlt you v re wrong?
He (a young lawyer) No. but I’ll
admit th;i> an unintentional error
might htv* unknowingly crept inu j
my assertion.
Break Down the Cost o( Living
Your meat bill is far too high —
don’t need half the amount of meat
you’re eating now—cut your
meat bill two-thirds and
substitute a food
that is far more
nutritious and costs
one-tenth the price
— FAUST SPA
GHETTI.
A 10c package of FAUST SPAGHETTI contains
more real nutrition than 4 lbs. of beef and it is much
easier to digest.
is made from Durum wheat, the cereal so extremely
rich in gluten—that element which builds muscle,
bone and flesh. FAUST SPAGHETTI is a delicious,
savory, appetizing food that can be served in
many different ways. Write for free recipe
book. Eat less meat—eat FAUST SPA
GHETTI, cut down cost of living.
At all Grocera—5c and 10c package*.
MAULL BROS.
St. Louis, Ho.
To Be Continued To-morrow.