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i * 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 {Town 1 ' :5*s k . • * IV •: ❖ ❖ 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.