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4 .1 TLJTTe Inlll • • A Powerful Story of • • • • Adventure, Intrigue and Love © • WITHIN LAW • • 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: Oop’ ►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 >urled recipe vouId be bov ecret, mortar is as firm now as it ,0b0 years agQ; it has calmly ravages of time and the we; 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. ,aRING and we w ill *. ;.oo to OUR F LMS TO US relop them tree. We are film specialists! perfect results and quick delivery. Mail .free sample print Enlargements made Mctures framed. Chemicals. Cameras, Do Y ou Know Thai— *reah films to fit any camera—guaranteed not to stick rite for catalogue. Quick m all order service. EL H. CONE, Inc,, “A Good Drug Store”—(Tv'o Stores)—Atlanta. 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. 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Qnooinl Off**)- • For * limited time only, we will give three extra dry V7,1C1 * oells—practically e year's supply—free with each bat tery upon receipt of coupon printed below. Vou will enjoy the delightful effect of the electrical current, whether you use the battery for face massaging—with the electric hair brush to corfedl scalp troubles and promote beautiful hair—as a general tonic treatment—orjjfc aov of the many ways described in our Instruction Manual for specific needs. Life will take on new beauties when you fesl the vital blood of fcealfe coursing strongly through yonr veins. Rend in ysur order for the "Home” Battery to-day. Don’t wait a ofinte Yon can’t afford to delay. This is your opportunity to renew your strength and vigor, your oa portunitv to become physically fit, to step out from the weakling class, aufi he a winner. Give yourself a chance. Act now. Only $6.00 for th« com plot* outfit - your passport to health. Western Merchandise & Supply Co* 326 West Madison St., Near Market St. CHICAGO Money Back—10 £3 Trial Coupon This coupon, entitle* yc*j Health end *erv. complete, three extra dr shipped pi ten day*, satisfied a-t the « time, your $3.00 will b* promptly refunded upon return of machine. This offer is mede for « <imited trine only, coupon to-day. Use Name., Addreee^*