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i * A Bachelor’s Diary * O rf * » £iL XY? 1 ! E/iz heth Freeman and Advice to the Lovelorn By MAX. I aglolb Ol lllL VV UI1U fhe English Militants By BEATRICE FAIRFAX WME who biles ARCH 24.— When the wrongs of tills miserable old world ore finally lighted, and the slaves, now ride around in utitomo- from pink teas to matinees, emerge from inglorious serfdom to exercise the sacred and inalienable right of casting a vote for dog catcher and coroner; when, in brief, wornun is emancipated, 1 hope to have the privilege of miking one lit tle suggestion. True, it will be a faint squeak, like that of a dying mouse, and 1 can not hope that it will be heard ex- , e]it by other male mice who have been driven to their holes and whose ltnal squeaks are as faint, but 1 must make it nevertheless. It is the hone that when the women take charge of the Government pie counter, they hand out the Ambassa dorship pie to such clever representa tives of their sex as Mrs. .Tack Spen cer and The Widow. Such fact, such grace, such diplomacy, sucli oil' W hat a pity it was devoted to such a trifling object <i8 on© 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. Each took silent measure of the other’s wit and beauty and skill with eyes that ex pressed nothing but innocent pleas ure. •‘I am so pleased to meet you,” said 'he Widow; “l have heard so much about Koney Drips. “And I about you. ' returned Mrs. Spencer. “Well, you may guess how anxious I was to know you when I tell you that Jack and I were return ing from a dinner party completely tired out when we met Max. and he insisted that we turn right back. If it had been for any other purpose / should have refused him.” Shot Number One! T hadn’t asked her to come; she had guessed where I was going and insisted upon com ing. * The 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; 1 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 waa a Avaste of poAvder. It had no effect on the situation, and made me rather ridiculous. I am the “dearest man in the world" to only one of the fufrer 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 l 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- dil.erence. When we reached a cozy little private dining room of a near by hotel she continued to ignore my existence. Hut she didn’t ignore* Jack’s. X can’t recall who planned it, but she was seated between Jack and me, and sue 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 the ambitions, hobbies and pecul iarities of friends'-, and all their pet prides and prejudice*, when told to a Spin, sen*' only for the purpose of entertainment. When told to a widow, they become tinder, mutches and powder, and she stores them carefully to use when tlio game comes within range “I have been so interested,” Vhe said, turning her eyes fondly on Jack Spen cer, “in your collection of scimitars and ' he wonderful history that at tache*. Do tell me how you bocame interested 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. Hut she would have been interested had hit' 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 I took a sneaking joy in the re flection that it served her right. If a woman knowingly takes her husband in tho presence of a widow like Mrs. Brown, she may expect just such results'. “T'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 t!*a‘ 1he way it always is: a dan» v’gii to a Spin becomes an in vitation to the woman Avho has lo©t a hueband either in the court house or cemetery. Mrs. Brown had heard me casually remark that scimitars were Jack Spencer's fad. 1 didn’t know [ was giving her ammunition. But then. I confess it, I never knew anything when I was with the Widow. He Gets It. I have been with her many time? By LILIAN LAUFERTY. \ LMOBT daily from across the ■ ater tl €ti comet the storj of a new move ip the campaign o. destruction planned by the Militant Suffragist v. The foes of Suffrage use Militancy as a strong argument against “Vo; * for Women.” The Bishop of Lincoln, although himself a Suffragist, has ex pressed himself against the Militant alone when her hand has been Avithin ease leach, and I have never had any desire to squeeze if. but that evening at the tJble when ;he talked so inces santly to Jack Spencer, 1 felt that 1 had to get hold of her hand or die. T watched my chance, and when she rested it on her lap. with her face turned toAvard 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 ho never kneAV (I imagine she had read up on them for just such an occasion), and giving my hand*the most affectionate squeeze all the Avhile. “My wife," I heard Jack fc*a>\ rather reproachfully, looking across the table at her, “has never been interested in scimitars. She thinks I 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- Movement: “Who takes the sword preciative person like that!" ©hall perish by the sword.” Oh. Diary, the mischief a woman | Ho the questions naturally arise: edn do by sympathizing with a man : What real cause is there for mili- Avho is married! J tancy? What influence lias it on the I hope the time will soon come whet World’s Woman Suffrage Movement: women $re made diplomat'. I want ‘ For tho answer to these questions I the “Widow sent to on© corner of the went to Elizabeth Freeman, an Auicr- globe, and Mrs. Jack, with her bus- j iean girl, who has recently returned band fastened under her thumb by! from six yean? spent in England and. special legislation, sent to the corner who was*there swept into th© gr.-ct that is most remote. I eau©.? of ultrarv ur.d into the fore- Educating Husbands H T HAD to put cold water com- t presses on George’s head when it came home," confessed the president of the club. “He took :t awfully hard.” “Tom nearly had apoplexy," put in th© blonde secretary, gleefully*. “I never knew before that a human man could turn so absolutely purple!” ‘•I ju?t took mine out of the box to Avear to this meeting.” said a mere member. “Walter, when he ©aw it, rushed wildly from the house. If I didn’t know that he ahvays calms down after an unsettling shock 1 should really be disturbed and wonder Avhether he ever would come back.” •They always act that way over anything new.” said another member. “Edgar behaved just the same over the full skirts, and then over the skimpy 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 slammed just then and another member a’1 tost fell into the r oom. She wore on uer head a con coction that resembierl the famous ex plosion in a paint factory. Poor William. “I’m late!” she gapped. ”1 thought a t first that William had a stroke or paralysis, but when he came to and I found it was only my new spring hat I came away and left him. horrid thing!” “i know juct how you feel,” «aid 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 i.n it—yet you wouldn’t believe the time 1 hud with Tom! “After my first tour of the shops I With in your Coffee cup the presence of caf feine is largely done away with and your coffee bills practi cally cut in two. s /*., lib. und Jib. mnsei jrucers. Cheek-Neat Coffee Co., NatkviHe. Rousts*, J»cks»«*ilic 1 knew I should have to educate him j 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 der* running through his frame at sight of a cells, straw v. ith 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, I concluded that the time was at Ins; ripe to lead him to the theater. "IT e got there early eo 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 plurpes with a bit of palest lavender on the brim. "He groaned aloud. " Why, that's Mrs. Jipps!' I said. ‘They live in the big house at the end of our block, dearest rthe must havo brought her hat from Paris!’ “ 'She got that In a millinery shop attached to an insane asylum,’ Tom growled. "A minute later 1 directed his at-1 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 5100,000 h year and that she once invited me to a tea. “ 'If he's got all that misneT,- 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 vears? If you had to wear a hat like that " Then he stopped and stayed. Three Girls. “Three girls? had come in together | ^ I—| and one of them wore a hat of green JL JL and lavender, the second wore one of pink and yellow and th© third wore a combination of all the other colors that were left. “ Pity me!' Tom moaned and beat h<y hands together. 'What Is this country coming to? Oh, Sadie, take m© home, take- me h-o-m-c!’ “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 home a saddened and suffer, ing man. Then I sprung my new hat on iiim next day. “He didn’t say anything. He just rluuned feebly. Before he caught his breath I instructed hliri to thank h!s 8tars that it wasn’t any worse. ‘You’ve seen what women can do *n th© line of hats this year.* I told him, so rejoice that T was as merciful os this! I ©ouid haA*e done loi» meaner kings than get purple, orange and pink!' He’s beginning to wear that resigned look now!" crown [olonies & femTi'UTft Here Comes the Bride t t THEN a man and woman an* | \i\ nounce their intention of | getting married, don’t get i them into thinking seriously by usk- LET YOUR HEART DECIDE. ni.AU MISS FAIRFAX I am keeping company with u young man who claims he loves me dearly. He iH now out of town and has asked me to stay away from amusement places until he returns; especially dunces. Now. what 1 want to know is whether or not I shall do so, for I 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 love. H© really has no right to make this demand; only an engagement would give him this right. 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. I )EA K MISS FAIRFAX ^ I am a young girl of seven teen. and was introduced to n young man, who said he cares for me very much. H© Is very re fined In all his ways and bus a good position. But my girl friend* all tell me not to meet him be cause I’m too young, hut I care for him and hate to part. LONESOME. You are too young to l'orm any se rious heart entanglements. If 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. P)EAR MIBB FAIRFAX * J 1 am eighteen, and deeply in love with a young man of about twenty. 1 have been out with him twice, but in tho company of oth er young couples. He has always treated me real nicely, but 1 would like to know if he* cares for me. He is my Ideal of a man and I know that I could never care for any one c!f©. I meet him going to business some mornings, b ho Is always cold. I feel that 1 likes me hut he is afraid to Si anything. He never asks me t > go out with him directly. He al way a says the four of 11s will g* which means his cousin and hi lady friend (rousin'*) and I. If he cured for you he would in; ' - an opportunity to set- you alone. II never would insist that there be o era in the party. You are only eif teen and hearts soon recover at tl , t ag©. Make up your mind you do t care for him. RESPECT HER WISHES. r \ EAR MISS FAIRFAX; ** I have l*een going with a & for six months and have been en gaged to her for about a month an* a half, and when we go out evenings I have, many times, offered to assift: her in putting on her gloves, and she seems to take offense at this. 3 have never acted as though 1 meant It as a caress, but only as assist ance. Who is right, she or I? A TRUE LOVER The girl is right. She needs no a sistanee In putting on her glover Save all that excess gallant!a for th* time when she will really need, yrre help, after you are married. GIVE HIM NOTHING. rx EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am a young lady eighteen years of age and am in love with a young man twenty, who algo loves me. What do you think 1 could give him for his birthday, as he does not read'.’ We are not engaged. DOUBTFUL. V man of twenty in this day an«i age who can’t read is a .strange object to inspire lov« Are you sure you love bh»i. 11« reeds a primer most of all. Could y«»u give him that without offense” l arn glad there is no engagement. SUFFRAGISTS OF EAST INDIA. This picture shows the Indian Empire contingent of suffragists they appeared at the coronation ceremonies. Few persons. < who havo made the question of woman suffrage a study, uiv this great question is rp far-reaching, even extending into th© triet. That young girls, as well as women of maturer age, a; terosted if) the fight for better conditions, is strikingly shown by ta* pea ranee of the characters in the picture. merit Square. But on 1 follow in Tuesday, when we found that Pari merit had risen without keeping promise to present our bill, we mar< ed round to the side entrances Downing Street. “Now, Downing S; r- < 1 © blind alley less than a block Jons'. the fence of St. James Park mark; its end. * “We reached the head of tin- sir and suddenly* the poih Daysey May me and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE ' front of the militant move , were crut.iod and driven Is Ready to Die. • fonv.-ird against t’..c i . n Hi. 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 1 forced 011 women-—take my care, tor example; One night I was on my way to meet spine friends aft :- the thea ter. A* my bus -v«pt through Parl!a-I meat Square 1 looked down from tht \ top and saw a big policeman striking J ti little vv« man. 1 got down and pro* tested. He said, You come along o’ me, Mlssle.’ ‘Gladly,’ said I. meaning to bear witness to his brutality*—1 did not know I had been arrested. Bui i spent ten day in Holloway prison amidst the most frightful conditiom* and in a state of mental agony. ‘As sault and obstruction’ was the charge —you see that officer had been subdu ing r suffragist. “This whole movement seems t<» rouse the brute in Englishmen. 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 i ‘I’ll go. otl’n er. but won't vou take I te;~rs and lacerates the throat beyond 1 the ©the arm?' I moaned. H< laugh-! 1 ed and gave the aching arm another) twist. 'Good bye, Lady Betty,’ called 1 some one, using my nickname—‘Lady I Betty From Across the Water.’ I was: led out of the street and released, j They do not like to uirest women of j title! “Of course, T went right ha just as I got into that pit of able barrier, so that a; last w© like cattle milling around and a in dazed horror. tied through the air- they founc ma,vk. too. One woman was t to t.lu* ground again anil again that her chest bon© was broken ; mangled; and u man \ ;<> tihd stop her tormentors was arrested his pains, “I saw a burly po’ietman with hands it Mrs. Pankhur*t's thro., throttling her and forcing her backward until I fancied that I hear her spine crack. In a nightmare of horror, in which 1 was not myself, but only ; spirit tl.nt must save that gray head from torture, I forced my hand through the bandage that wgrn around tho* London pollcemanh forearm as a badge of office, and tried to twist his hand away. With a quick jerk of his arm, he caught my fingers in that bandage as in a noose, and twisted it one© and yet again >0 my strained muscles ached in tortur . “Another officer arrested mo >1© took my arm and dragged me along. ELIZABETH FREEMAN. An interview with whom ap pears in the accompanying arti cle by Miss Laul'erty. hope of recovery- But the ifeatmeru to which gentlewomen are subjected before they *?r© dragged off to jail ;<• absolutely repellent. A Terrible Experience. “Let me tell you of one liol 1 went through. November IS, 7 910. -was known as Black Friday—riot and blocdohed marked that day in Parliu- • ing why Shortly uftc-r the. giri seta the date, ! the mun gives tlu* distress signal to j her father. II© doesn't want a pa- rad© wedding, and will th© futh> as sist him in rebelling? But the fu- * ther knows tin strength of the cut - guns, anil 1 ©spends that it D | no us©. One reason, the bride insists on a church wedding is that she realizes 1 ! ! is the last time sin will ever gel i the man sin* marries out to church. I No person, man or woman, who ! can’t look on th© bright side should : b« permitted to enti r the marriage ! slat©. When a man walks down the ciisle ' f a church stepping on Rowers which little girls have scat ©red before him ; ho must look like* a fool, but no one j has even looked at him di sc enough j to see. A man and woman going on a wed ding tour try hard not to look ha; ,»y. and on their return they try just h* hard to look lmppy. At a church wedding ..he girl at the altar all In white looks as if she had won the head prize, aftd every woman present who bus been married as long as a year looks as if sh, had won the consolation. He Sighs. When it is Raid of a bridegroom that he has money, every woman present remarks, “Apd you bet she knows how to spend it for him." Tlieie isn’t as much honey in th i honeymoon as reported, much of i i being lo.« in the ordeal of wiping or new towels after they have gone t j housekeeping, and breaking in nrv. IT THEN DAYSEY MAYMK AP- PLEToN returns to i r lit11 home town after extensive travel, tlie Impressions made on he 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 uflcr she got home. • “1 got into the habit while abroad,” she said apologetically, brushing th* sawdust off her skiit when .isiug from the mV tit market door. For tin* sum© reason she put on her bathing suit when she engaged the b.-.thiooi ; turned to the 1 - ft when out driving, and climbed to th© r.jp of her father’s automobile wher. starting for a ride. “iraV-i 1* educational,” slu* s *i. in a deprecating ton©.’’ but it i> also confusing. It L quite a tax on my mind to remember when l am iu the Ten Cent Store at home that 1 a • not in the Bon Mnrclie in Par's, un.l I catch myself uudress’ng the gi"l clerks in French.” There was to be a famil) reunion to witness the christening of a new and Daysey Mayme was In vited. - ..d had spent the morning in w. :*- Ing cf her impressions of a city n the cosst: its big naval yard*-. iL* ; battleships, ceremonials, etc., and her mind was filled with reminiscences of her visit as she dressed for the party. Sh© had started out the door when she recalled the occasion that was ©ailing the family together. A christening! She smiled in a happy reminiscent way as she hurried back to th© dining room. A moment later alio left the house with a brown pa per parcel under her arm. Slu* was late! What if she should be too lat©! She quit ki lled her steps and reached th© parlor of her kin s home just in time. .V little babw with o red, wrinkled face, had been put into the arms of the preacher., Days©y Miiyvne ©aught hlsarmwftf; on© hand while with the other *b quickly tore the wrapping off h / “What i>: it?” he asked in amate. “A bottle of champagne,” returned Daysy Mayme. “to break, over th© baby’s head!” Two of Then.. His companions bout over him with pitiful eavuestn©is, and stared be -•'©. liiiigly into Ids waxen features. Again fame tho llult ' of the eyelids, but this time Ids will mastered ap- I proaching death. Ills lipa weaklv struggled to execute his last coin- I mamls. and the I'i iends bent closer t«* j hear the faltering whisper: "I am— j • • ‘ v* I know. (Jo to Millv ! Tell i; r or—I died with—her name ins; that I—er—have loved*— alone—ei always. And Bes et tell Bessie the same. her—her tie—tell tiling.” CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES By T. W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleday, Pag<? & Co. Tl)-])AT'S TXSTALLAIEXT. UM-ll-H! That's extraordi nary. Deeply imprinted a-e they?" "Lummy! yes, sir. The animu’. made ’em must have weighed t»n 1 twelve stone at leaet. Soon as I so IIUU.'VI ;-.iin some one qrove an automobile shoes | Iu. briii. ing and knocking down the j They long during their engagenun' ; "on. *n in its way. but ki.ling no one. j f 0 g 0 somewhere after they are mar “Two days lad r Mrs. Pankhurst’s | rled where they will be all alom j sister died of tho injuries she had re- On the second day after they Imvt j ceivt d that day -hut the press gave ! been all alone, the bride says, “Would ‘ it only two lines notice. I not it be nice if some friend shouli “The c«-*nworship of the British press j ‘‘ome along? ’ And tho groom sighs does in timublo i.irm to the cause I “eYs, or even an enemy! ! it )*. ©. >• r< |. ii how w© fill Albert I About three months ater a nrloe uhh ! Hall—with its seating capacity of 11**^ her old home with her nose j 18.000— again ind . gam. It does not j turned up scornfully at the suggts i Cell how thinking men are coming to ! see the righteousness of our cause. It | only tells of our ‘outrages.’ “Sometimes th© press calls us hys- ! terics—fanatics—self-made martyrs, j Of course, a martyr Is ‘self-made’—he i chooses to suffer for a righteous j cause. And It Is only for a cause that suffering like ours can be endured. 'orne American newspaper women as “a friend of mine fr r j Scotland Yard, mis*,” found him.* . in the presence of one of those me 1 faced. dove-eyed “mousey” them. sir. I knotted I had my work | bodies who seem born to‘he ; cut out, so I left Gorham in charge j tient Griselda.c;” and. in Poking footprints and an interview with Mi« Renfrew. 1 want to meet that youn lady very much indeed.’* n. ; 'PWENTY minutes later bis de- h 1 sires in that resp< ct were grant 6 ed; and, having been introduced «>v©r for tin* prison experience. Mr. Nippers to the little gathering in ! After three days they paid their fines tho sitting room of the hops’© of ? - ; 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 Jailed. They 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 for gypfdes.” “Why?" Like a Muzzle. “ ’(’ause Mistress Armfroyd. she says a» she se© a gypsy lurkin’ round i resi;> was so the place just before dark, si:*; and ! out, in fact, that her lie was minded of tho 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 sh© looked older than sn.* J and so dragged Mrs. Armroyd, the tion that she take her old clothes with her, she comes hurrying back for them, and is mad if one garment is missing. As a rule a woman has to wear her wedding clothes so many years It is a , wonder her great-grandchildren don’t j find rice in them. The longer a woman has been mar- 1 lied the greater her wonder that she ever thought line clothes would cut j any figure in her happiness. were arrested for strop for parading: when the constitutional right t< king or his proxy—they “But tin* American Constitution al lows for oven better Constitutional procedure. If we petition Legislatures to re vv© receive courtesy- all wc care Up-to-Date Jokes speaking and went on their i T j. e teacher was intent un < ^^*'?% petition tne son ^ an( j continued impressively., - on arrested. **And vast swarms of files descend ed on the land and came Into the houses of the Egyptians and covered their clothing and their tables and all , . ... their food, hut (emphatically) there for. and more than w© expect frorr. j xvere no fjj eH 0 n the children ot Israel Break Down (he Cost of Living Your meat bill is far too high don’t need half the amount o’ 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. you of meat They needn't talk!” grbn’j added j ! the woman with the paint factory j alv ; '* : explosion. "They only hav© to ook:;t the tilings—we havo to do t. at and , wear 'em, too!” f • , °1'* 'y he had a queer thing like a bear’s i cook, appeared youthful and attr muzzle in hi*-; hand.” j tiv«* in contrast. Indeed. ' u.i "Ah. I see!” said cieek: and gave wonder that M :*. E|.’i: > m .Vpp, one of his odd smiles ns ne screwed | ha<* been attracted by Thai good sm round and looked at th© superin- for. although her hair v Mr© u t‘indent. “All ready, Mr. Xarkoni. with g a\ and her ti*'* < •.*. :> <.f i Good! Let us go over to the Rour 1 | “sack* of flour” o*d©r. and her ©\ House and uestigate this infer"*?; - j were ass'-Ld h. : u* i! ■ r ■ * you "* > ‘©.-bmvMi j b - *i f, _____ irtivan. if 1 was still youthful in eontou . and • wc are away more than a couple *f : Naiiomi. locking # r. «•....© houis, tumble into bed and go foi'hut :, t t ..* n: j -four * .,*• : w. * ; • politicians. “We need not lA militant —we need only feel deeply enough he*,* in Amer ica, and we will get the ruffrag©.” Two of Them. dm with ared be- fen lures. A small boy from the rear of the room interrupted: “Please, ma’am, there ain’t now. i either.” "U your ho.* e ,*rft*cdv gentle, Mr Dabst» r?’ “Perfectly gentle, sir. The onl> fault he l.as got. if that be a fault, is a painful habit of extending his | hinder hoots noss and then.” *‘Fy ©-herding his hinder hoofs you ieking*. I hope?'' A Fox Pass. “YvY.e.o !h Mary i:o*>* Vfa)ap]v»i> w* usked. “She ’> in I*a u‘- o*nl -'rd u’l or her tivu IV long one. J never knows.’ olrl chan? on t in© “Bom© *een. 1 it kicking, slight r«ac 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 Grocers—5c and 10c packages. MAUL BROS. St. Louis, Mo.