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• • Bv MARVIN DANA from the •
• • Play of BAYARD VE1LLER •
‘Man Turner, voting, beautiful and a shop girl,
•■fib*
ip arrested for a theft she never committed.
She’s convicted and “sent away” for threel
years. This is how it luippened:
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►Tight. 1*13. by the H l\. Fly Com
ity The plav "Within the Law' is
opyrlfrhted by Mr Yeillor and this
Aovtluation of It is published by his
permission Tire American I’lav Com-
pfiny is the sole proprietor of the ex
clusive rights of ttie representation
and performance of "Within the l«iw”
In nil languages.
CHAPTER I.
The Panel of Light.
g-w~>FUC lids of the girl’ ey< s 11ft \
I slowly, and she stared at the
panel of light In the wall. Just
»t the outset, the act of seeing made
Hot. •the least impression on her numb
ed brain For a long time she con*
1 laved to regard the dim illumine-
1i«o in the -wall with the same passive
■fixity of gsute Apathy still lay up >n
110t crushed spirit. In a vague wav
she realized her own inert net s and
lasted in it gratefully, subtly fearful
left she again arouse to the full hor
ror of her plight. In a curious sub
conscious fashion she was striving to
hold on to this deadness of sensation,
thus to win a little respite from the
torture that had exhausted her soul.
Of a sudden her eves noted tho
Mack lines that lay ncrows the panel
of light. Ami In that instant I
»p1r1t was quickened once again V >
clouds lifted from her lira In. Vision
was cImt now. Understanding seiz'd
the full Import of this hideous tiling
on which * : t
panel of light was a window set high
within a stone wall. The rigid 1 in<
«jf black that crossed it wore bars
prlfpon bare. It was still true, then.
She was in a cell of the Tombs
The g,rl. crouc hing miserably <>n th*
narrow bed. maintained her lived
watching of the window that win
dow which was a symbol of her utter
deepalr Again agony wrenched
vrtthJn her Hhe did not weep, long
ago she bed exhausted the relief <f
tears. She did not pace to and fm
In the comfort of physical movement
W’fth which the caged beast tin' a
anocking imitation of liberty long
her physical vigors had been ora in. .!
under stress of anguish. Now slu*
wu well-nigh Incapable of any bodily
activity. There > -ame not • \ .
ffjauch as the feeblest moan froM V
Tip*. The torment was r t•► ?
ling for such futile fashion "i il
lation She merely at tin r< In a
posture of collapse. To all outward
©earning. nerveless, emotionless an
abject, creatfire Kven the eyes, whi h
held so fixedly their gaze on the win
dow. were quite expressionless. Ov r
them lay a film like that which v<T
the eyes of some dead thing. < 'nly
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 th<
desolate calm of outer seeming, the
•tragedy of her fate was being acted
with frightful vividness then* In
memory. In that dreadful r**n • m-
hrance her spirit was rent asund r
•new by realization of that whh’h h <
become her portion. ® * • It was
then, as once again the horrible in
justice of her fate lacked conscious
ness with Its tortures, 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 ligl ■ nod her moods through
many miserable days and nights
Those seeds of revolt were to be nour
ished well, were to grow Into thetr
flower—a poison flower, developed
through the three years of convict life
to which the Judge had sentenced heT.
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, after soul-wearying
delays, had culminated to-day in con
viction. The sentence of the court
had been Imposed upon her. that for
three years she should be Impris
oned. * * * This, despite her inno
cence. She had endured much—mis-
( rably much!—for honesty's sake.
Then* wrought the irony of fate. She
had 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-
vonge against the world that had
martyrized her. "Vengeance is mine.
I will repay, saith the Lord.” * * *
The admonition could not touch her
now. Why should .‘■•he care for the
decree of a VIod 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 tills generation of Mam
mon worshipers. He was a gentle
man, but the trivial fact Is of small
avail to-day. He was of good birth,
and ho 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,
| nfter a brief period of wedded hap-
} linoss, gave her life to the birth of
j ih.* single child of the union, Mary.
I 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 th«
! high school when her father llnally
gave over his rather feeble effort of
living. Between parent and child the
intimacy had been unusually close.
At his death the father left her a
The World’s Lost Secrets
ARTS AND CRAFTS THAT HAVE VANISHED.
N UMKROtJR are the trade secrete
handed down Reiteration 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 amons the numerous manufac
turers of piquant sauces and the
countless venders of patent medi
cines
But there Is also. It must he re
membered. another side to the case
Many, alas! are the priceless trade
secrets burled far down below the
molderlnR dust of thi misty t si.
and lost to the world, perchance ry?ver
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 Rive to he possessed of
the secret held by the old masters—
Raphael. Rubens. CorreRlo, Van Dyck,
and their compeers—for mixinR their
e.aors so as to render them imperish
able and Impervious td the ravages of
time?
The red colors, especially, of these
artists of a by-gone epoch are every
whit as bright now as they were
three long centuries apo. On the con
trary, the colors of picturr 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 thi m.
In another branch of art—treasured a
reertpe for a varnish that sank into the
wood of their incomparable instru
ments. and mellowed it as well us
preserved it.
With such extreme, relentless jeal
ousy. however, did they guard their
great secret that it. too, is b st. to all
appearance, irretrievably.
Rather more than a hundred years
ago thare lived in a quaint, old v < i i
village In Wales a worklr.;. bla«
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 in\
and the temper of the steel as fine •
c*n the day it left the tester's hands.
By his process he wag able to join the
very finest of sword blades, and after
he had finished with them they were
absolutely ac good and as’ sound as
when they had left the factor?'.
•The blacksmith’s fame spread far
and wide, and, naturally, he attained
a great reputation; but ho made a
point of Invariably working in soli
tude. He was offered large and
tempting sums to divulgf 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 substance
which we call Greek fire, and which
they used in naval warfare.
Their method of employing it was
simply this—to throw the substance
upon the surface of the water, wliere
it flamed up and set fire to the ships
of the enemy. What was it? The
only known .substance of the present
day that would do this is the metal
potassium, but to set fire to a ship
in the manner described would ne
cessitate the use of at least half a.
ton of the metal. Where did the]
Greeks obtain the substance they'
used with such elToct? Or how did'
they make it? If Greek fire 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 wen- they erected? With
all the scientific and practical knowl
edge at the command of the engl-
! neers of fhe present day, they are
I 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
as 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 as that of
which they are constructed.
The man who could disinter the
for Roman mortar
ed down to and wor-
buildors of the pres-
v they made it is a
and bids fair to re-
character well instruc ted in the excel
lent principles that had been his own.
That was his Hole legacy to her Of
worldly goods, not the value of a pin.
Yet, measured according to the
stern standards of adversity, Mart
was fortunate. Almost at once she
procured a humble employment in the
Emporium. the great department
store owned by Edward Gilder. To
be sure, the wage was infinitestimal
while the toil was body-breaking,
soul-breaking. .Still the pittance could
be made to sustain life, and Mary
was blessed with both soul and body
to sustain much. So she merged her
self in 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 re
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 girl 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 t choice between complai
sance end loan of position.
Hhe 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 be 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 sixteen-year-
old girl learned that she might eke
out 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 tlie teachings of a father
wise in most things, though a fool in
finance. Thus she remained un-
smirehed, though well Informed as to
the verities of life.
She preferred purity and penury
rather than a slight pampering of the
body to be 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 the unique bond of union. In
their association she found no real
companionship. Nevertheless, they
were wholesome enough. Otherwise
they were illiterate, altogether uncon
genial.
A Mind Keen and Earnest.
In such wise, through five dreary
years, Mary Turner lived. Nine hours
daily she stood behind a counter. She
spent her other waking hours in ob
ligator?* menial labors. cooking
her own scant ineals 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, necesShry 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. JGven 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 u nu t hod of bet
tering it. Under er> impulse, hope
mounted high In hef heart. Ambi
tion was 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 he 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 tho mind, with the
added graces born of tho spirit. Just
now, as she sat, a figure of desolation,
there on the bed in the Tombs cell, it
w ould have required a most analytical
observer to determine the actualities
of tier loveliness. Her form was dis
guised hv 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 pall of tresses.
One could know nothing accurate-
1?’ 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. There won’t be a day or an hour that I won’t re
member that at last it was your word that sent me to prison.”
entice, with a. gentlo 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 quite scarlet, either;
only a red gently enchanting, which
turned one’s thoughts toward tender
ness—with a hint of desire. It was,
too, a generous mouth, not too large;
still, happily, not so small as those
modeled by Watteau. It was olto-
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 instinoj 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 tho 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 the ghastly experience
into which 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 made. 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
was only a thief in duress. At the
last the trial was very short. Her
lawyer was merely an unfledged
proctltionei 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 I
him that he rather assisted than oth
erwise the District Attorney in the!
prosecution of the case.
At the end. twelve good men and j
true rendered a verdict of guilty
against the shuddering girl in the
prisoner’s dock.
So simple the history of Mary Tur
ner’s trial. * * * The sentence of the
judge was lenient—only three years!
CHAPTER II.
A Cheerful Prodigal.
rpHAT 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.
Mary 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 ha* ob
served, we secretly enjoy the misfor
tunes of others, particularly • of out
friends, since they are closest to us.
Most persons hasten to deny this
truth in its application to themselves.
The?* 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 is essential as the background for
an?' 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 gossip
ing* to and fro through the store.
The girl’s plight was like a shuttle
cock driven hither and ? r on 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* workers chatted dee-
ultoril?' of her as they had opportu
nity, and complacently thanked their
i gods that they were not as she—with
i reason. Perhaps a very few were
kind-hearted enough to feel a touch
of s?onpathy for this ruin of a fife.
Grave Attention to Girl.
Of such was Smithson, a member of
the excutive 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^ as she
w*as passing through one of the de
partments that morning, to ask her if
the ow r ner had yet reached his office.
"Been and gone,” was the secreta-
r?*’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.”
"He'll be back, a^l 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: “I hope
the poor girl gets off. She was a nice
girl—quite the lady, >*ou know, Miss
Edwards.”
"No, I don’t know.” Sarah rejoined,
a bit tartl? r . Truth to tell, the sec-
retar?’ was haunted by a grim suspi
cion that she herself was not quite the
lady of her dreams, and never w’ould
be able to acquire the graces of the
Vere De Vere. For Sarah, while a
most efficient secretar?', was not in
her person of that slender elegance
Mary had endured much—miserably much!—
for honesty’s sake. At the end of it all was
shame unutterable. There was nought left
her save a wild dream of revenge.
A NAUGHTY LITTLE COMET
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Mother and
Father
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mortar is as firm now as it
,0b0 years agQ; it has calmly
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her.
The above are but a few—a very
few—of the lost and buried secrets
of antiquit?* which modern scientists
and mechanicians would give much
to learn.
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Strange methods of greeting the spring
are practiced in the commune of Nagy-
halmagv. Wales, ever?* year. It is a
kissing market, and the Institution this
year has been more successful than
over 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
Easter arrive at the kissing market and
kiss strange men to their hearts' con
tent.
A new device made its appearance
on a fair ground during the recent
holidays a target is affixed to a can
vas screen, below which sits a man,
protected from the ball by a net. Three
shots a penny is the price. The thrower
who hits the target releases the seat
on which the mm is ensconced, and he
falls into a tank of water beneath him
A ducking follows every successful
Copyright, 1913, by Amerlcan-Journal-Examiner.
rr*? HERE was once a little comet who lived near the Milk?’ Way!
She lov’ed to wander out at night and jump about and play.
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 stars to sup,
And who asked no better pastimes than gobbling comets up.
But Instead of growing cautious and of showing proper fear.
The foolish little comet edged up nearer and more rear.
She switched Ter saucy tail along right where the Sun could see,
And flirted with old Mars just as bold as bold could be.
She laughed to scorn the quiet star*, w ho never frisked about,
She said there wo* 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 sad, her cheek grew wan and pale.
For she had lived there in the skies a million years oi more,
And ?he had heard gay comets talk In Just this way before.
And h?' and b\* there came an end to »his gu\ come* 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 lahghed to scorn are twinkling ever?* night.
which always characterized her fa
vorite heroines in the novels she af
fected. On the oontrar? - . she was of
a sort to have gratified B?'ron, who
declared that a woman in her maturi
ty should be plump. Now, she re
called with a 4 ;e of envy that the
accused girl had been of an aristo
cratic slimne-ss of form "Oh, 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 9ee, they put her
In m?’ department, when »ha first came
here to work. She was a good salee-
woman, as saleswomen go. For the
matter of that,” h© 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 when Mr. Gilder arrives? There
are one or two little matters I wish to
discuss with him.”
‘‘All right,” Sarah agreed briskly,
and she hurried jn toward tho private
office.
The secretary* was 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 his
glance went to the empty armchair
at the desk, he halted abruptly, and
his expression changed to one of die*
appointment.
"Not here!” he grumbled. Thea
once again the smile was on his lips
as his eyes fell on the secretary, w'ho
had now risen to her feet in a flutter
of excitement'.
‘ Why, Mr. Dick!” Sarah gasped.
"Hello, Sadie!” came the genial sal
utation. The youiur man advanced
and shook hands with her warm**
"I’m home again. Where’s dad?”
Even as lie asked the question, tho
quick sobering of his face beme wit
ness to his disappointment over not
finding his father in the offlee. For
such was the relationship of ttoa
owner of the department store to this
new arrival on the scene. And fh ffce
patient chagrtn under wlrtfth the fioil
now labored was to be found a
tain indication of character notJf
disregarded. Unlike many a ejlfia, he
really loved his father The deftfh of
the mother years before had left Mm
without other opportunity tor ttjfeo-
tion in tbe home, since he had iMWa«
brother nor sister. He loved hi*
ther with a depth of fleeMpg that made
the two a real camaraderie, deeptjA
great differences In fcempernametit in
that simple and stneere regard VPfcfch
he bore for his father, the boyie-
vealed a heart ready for love, wlfflng
to give of itself its beet tor the one
beloved. Beyond that as yet, theve
was little to bo said of him vrtth
exactness. He vwa a spoiled child of
fortune, tf you wiefa to tore tt so.
Certainly be was only a drone fb the
world’s hive. Thus far to tod to-
joyed the good things of USh wffeast
To be Continued To-morrow.
The Storage Egg
By PERCY SHAW.
1 MET a storage egg one day.
And, filled with snbtle agitation,
I asked him what he had to say
Upon suspended animation.
He made no move to speak and so
1 boldly put a simple question,
As to some facts I Bought to know
On superhuman indigestion.
And though he looked profound, my
eyes
Perceived he scorned all conversation
He even showed a dull surprise
For one in such a lowly station.
At last I smote him on the hip.
Half earnestly and half In banter.
He said no word. but. with a chip
He broke and ran away insrtanter.
Give Yourself a Chance
Are you sickly in any way? Are you
below par? Then you are not Irving right. You
are not vetting what might be yours Postpone
ment is the price of vour birthright.
Life has untold blessings if you will reach out
and grasp them. Great obstacles recede before the
onrushinz enthusiasm of the man or
woman who is vigorous and happy. The
world smiles what you are well. HeaWb
tinges everything with beauty.
Strong words, yon sejr—yeptrue. k
the men or woman who wit not ho deiuoA
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
W HEN the bab?’ gives a shrill cry
ever?' one in the house runs to
it, and when it keeps it up every
one runs from it except its mother.
* 0 *
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 baby sug
gests a girl with her doll, but there
Isn’t so much resemblance to pastime
when the 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
toys 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,’’ ever?’ mother
thinks, when the father loses an um
brella, "the*, 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
whart he can afford, and as every daugh
ter grows up she has one more to take
her side of the argument.
• • •
All father gets when he complains
to his children of the sacrifices he has
made for them is a mental comparison
with their mother, who has made great
er sacrifices and never mentions them.
>iog up auk rattf
be renewed. The sluggish blood .treed
may be quickened. The wealrened nerves ag£
muscle, may b* brought to new life and urii ng%
And yon wish to know what will do these thing, for you? BlauWtflity,
Electricity I.
Nature’s Greatest Health Builder
When old Ben Franklin drew the spark down the silken cord, het
to man a wondrous power—an agent to do his bidding and to i '
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The greatest achievement of the last decade has been to l
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Many there are to-day .healthy and happy, who ascribo-tbeipwetlMm
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Be you young or old, male or female, there is
new beauty, new life, new power, new happiness
for you in this wonderful modem invention.
The “Home”
Health and Beauty Battery
A few minutes each day will give wonderful
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Constitutional headaches grow less and finally
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Lame backs and lumbago lose their terrors
Rheumatism is relieved. Neuralgia slike, and
physieal weaknesses of nearly every descrip
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The skin becomes soft and velvety, free from
uuslghtly eruptions.
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