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f Married Life the Third Year ... 1 "N JT\ *1 1 1 i~Y T rv V ^ f P - W a n f i fn :: A Girl’s Best Investment :: By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. By MABEL HERBERT URNER. • • • J Dcaiiiv oecreis oi Dainty Marguerite Clarke, lhe Actre i oeauu is, Tells Girls Whal Si 111 mpl i women ::: Rules Will Do 4 4 IJERK’S some of your thin I fl from tin bathroom,” at *- * Helen placed in the trui and trunk tray the tooth brush, tooth paste and bottle of glycerine, “i was afraid you might forget them.’’ Alice, who was throwing her clothes into her trunk with feverish haste, nod ded an ungracious “Thank you.” “Don’t you want me to help you pack.' ventured Helen. ‘‘Your dresses will be all mussed if you put them In like that.” ”i don't care HOW’ mussed they are! I don’t care for ANYTHING,” with an ang y sob, “if only I can get home!” ' 1 m sorry you feel this way, Alice. It s distressing to ail of us that your visit should end so unpleasantly.” Alice kept on rolling up and crush ing in one garment after another. She l ad swept everything out of the closet a hd bureau drawers into a confused ' cap on the floor by tlie trunk, and she vas packing them in regardless of how t'loy would look when taken out. Her lace was flushed, her hair disheveled, and her eyes red and swollen from weeping. NVith a sigh at the hopelessness of the situation. Helen went into the library to he sure that nothing of Alice’s was left in there. "Belter order that taxi now, hadn’t we? ’ demanded Warren. “Think she’ll be ready by 9:15? That’ll give us three-quarters of an hour to get down there and check her trunk ” "Yes, she’ll be ready—she's Just throwing in her things! Oh, Warren, it s too bad this thing had to happen! I feel perfectly wretched!" "Well, you’re a little fool to let it upset you If she wants to make a scene and insist on starting home this time of night—that’s her lookout. It’s not up to us to worry. Should think why Warren wanted her She knew he long drive with Alice would be in drained, awkward silence, and he had no intention of taking it alone. The elevator boy came up for the trunk. Warren got into his overcoat. 'id at the last moment Alice came out of her room carrying her satchel. They went down to the cab in silence. Helen took the back seat beside Alice, while Warren settled himself on the seat op posite. i he night air was heavy with a driz zling mist. In a constrained silence «-y gazed out at the wet pavements and blurred street lights. It was a relief when at last the cab Irew up and they hurried into the sta- ion. Warr- ’ '■ '* *' *m wMle he went •t the ticket and cheok the trunk When he ca.u ouck ne i.andetl Alice an envelope. "Your Pullman ticket’s in there, too.” brusquely. "Nothing left but upper berths.” An Awkward Moment. you'd be blamed ulad to get rid of her— T am.” The Explaining. Oh, yes,. I know, hut she was going home so soon, ’anyway: and now to have her rush off tike this—and make hard feelings between the whole fam ily! How can we ever explain it?” "We won’t. We’ll let her do the ex plaining.” “Oh, but she won’t tell it as it is— shel’il never say that she left because we followed her mother’s instructions in not letting her see that man. She may even make Aunt Kmrna think that we” “The deuce with what Aunt Emma thinks!” as he strode over to the phone. While he ordered the taxi. Helen again went in to Alice. She found her 1 rying to force down the trav in the overcrowded trunk. "Oh, you can’t close it like that! You ’ tyack your satchel and get, yourself ready—I’ll lock this for you. Are you sure everything's in?” With difficulty Helen finally got the trunk closed, but she had to call War ren to Jock it. Alice, who was trying on her veil, did not turn as he entered, hut Helen could see that she was . watching him in the mirror with angry eyes. In grim silence Warren locked the trunk, threw down the key and stalked out. Helen stood awkwardly pulling at the end of the trunk strap, wanting to say something to make the parting less strained. But there was nothing re lenting in Alice’s manner as she now swept the key into her purse, took up her gloves and announced coldly that she was ready. “The taxicab will be here in a mo ment.” murmured Helen, "Warren or dered it for a quarter past 9.” Then with hesitating embarrassment: ”J’m sorry you’re leaving live this, Alice, 1 feel that” “Well, you needn’t be sorry” (cold ly). “I’m very glad to go, and 1 think you’re glad to have me go. 3,t was a mistake that 1 came at all.” What little sympathy Helen had for hoe was chilled by this remark. Warren Is Worried. “Well, of course, Alice, if you feel that way about it perhaps It’s just as well that you're going. I’ll see if i.c taxi's come.” Helen hurried to look out of the front room window, but the taxi had not yet come. Warren, with his hands thrust deep in his pockets, was walk ing up and down the room—a trick of his when worried—and he was plain ly worried at this last performance of his wayward cousin. In Alice he had met some one that he could not dominate. Because he had sent this man away without letting him see her, and had forbidden her to even talk with him on the phone, Alice uttd fiercely declared that she would go home, that she would start that night. She would listen neither to Helen’s ,pleadings nor to Warren’s angry or ders. She declared if they did not take her to the station that she would go alone—that she would not stay another night in their house. She knew’ there was a 10 o’clock train, and she intended to take it. So they had no choice but to let her go. "Dear, she's impossible, exclaimed Helen, turning from the window. ”1 teded to say something nice to her .nisi now. but she cut me off by saying she was glad to go. and that she knew we were glad to have her go; that it was . fnistake she ever came ” "Hump! Well, she's got that about right, f’ll write Aunt Emma to-night and tell her a thing or two. This is ■ he result of her pampering and spoil ing that girl all her life. There’s the taxi now. Hustle and get on your things.” "Why, Warren, I'm not going! “Like to know why you're not? Now’ harry and gel ready.” Helen had not thought of going to The train was made up, and they passed through the gatt» and down the long platform Warren led the way into the sleeper, found the num ber of the berth and deposfted Alice’s bag on tlie red plush seat. Then came the most awkward moment of all the moment of parting. “Well, Alice, I hope you will get home all right.” Helen held out her hand and made an uncertain embar rassed movement a9 though to kiss her good-bye, but Alice drew coldly back and merely shook hands "Thank you,” frigidly, “I’m sure 1 will." “I’ll telegraph your mother from lhe station here,” announced Warren, as he said “Good-bye” with cold formality. That was all. Still smarting under Alice’s haughty refusal to kiss her. Helen left the car with Warren. Out side as they went back along the plat form, she glanced up at the windows, thinking that Alice might wave them a more cordial good-bye. But when they passed the window by which she sat, her head was deliberately turned away. Warren was striding angrily ahead, walking so fast that Helen could hardly keep up with him. He crossed over to a telegraph window and wrote rapidly on a yellow blank: “Mrs. G. A. Willard, “ Street, Dayton. Ohio. “Alice starting for home to-night. Meet her on the four-thirty to-morrow. “W. E. CURTIS.” “That's twelve words, dear,” looking over his shoulder, “can’t you leave out ‘for' and some other word—there’s no use paying for over ten.” But Ignoring this bit of economy. Warren shoved the telegram unchanged toward the operator, and demanded: “How much?” He flung down the 46 cents and left the window with a sar castic: “Well, that about ends this pleasing little episode. Now I’ve just one more thing to do—and that’s to write Aunt Emma a piece of my mind. And I’ll get that letter off to-night, too!“ “Oh, Warren, you must be careful what you write! There’s no use caus ing any more unpleasantness—now that she’s gone.” “Well, all the same. I’m going to write a few things about that head strong, snippish young lady that’ll open her mother’s eyes.” When they reached home It waa al most 11, and Warren’s ardor for letter- w’riting had weakened. Not So Eager. “Guess I’ll take my bath and turn in,” he yawned, “and leave that letter until morning.” ‘‘Yes, dear, I would; you’re too tired to write it to-night,” urged Helen, knowing that by morning his anger would cool off and his letter be less se vere. if he troubled to write 1t at all.” But Helen's own indignation at Alice’s conduct still smoldered. What story would she tell w’hen she reached Da> - ton? What excuse would she give for starting home so suddenly at midnight? Helen had seen enough of Alice to know that she was not always truthful, and she feared she would not hesitate to exonerate herself at their expense. Ever since her marriage Helen had made It a point to keep tree from any •‘mix-up" with any of Warren’s rela tives. She dreaded their gossip and criticism. For this reason she had been reluctant to have Alice visit them, fear ing it would end In some family ill-feel ing. And now that Alice had left highly incensed, Helen felt she would be quite capable of making still further trouble for them all. Cleek of the Forty Faces By T. W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. I out with hearts that alternate be tween hope and fear were to ask all the sweet-faced old. women they know this question. “What is the best Investment for a young girl to make?” can you Imagine their answer? I am very sure it would not be “In the love of man.” for man’s love Is at tended by much toil and regret and pain. Neither would It be ‘‘In saving your, money*" for the sweet-faced old women have found out that there is much more worth while. T am sure that if one of these old women would look back to the dav» of her youth, she would reply: "My best investment was tn the love of one of my own sex. First my mother, then my sister, then my daughter. ! have found- no love like the love of these.” A Mother’s Love. It is vour mother. Uifle girl, who loves you whftn no one else will, and whose love lasts as long as she lives. Her love is not dependent on your wit, your beauty, your accomplish- merits or your •worth in financial re turns. She loves you because It is YOU; she would love you if you were all that is rape 11arit find hideous in face and character It is the Fove of a sister that smoothes over the rough places that even a mother can't comprehend. Her youth make* her a more sympathetic listener to the trlaJs of youth, and it is the only love left in the wreck of the home when mother has left it foneVer. A Sister's Love. There is an understanding in a sis ter’s love—a sympathy, a guidance and strength. If two sisters love each other, and each gives to the other confidence is given without reservo neither slater will go astray. A young girl can make no better investment than in the love of ap older sister, tor the older sister, having so recently trod the same path, knows all the pit- falls on th< way. An older sister can make no better investment than, vn the love of the girl who is younger, for the realization that she is th* guide makes her autious of her own foot steps. When the years have come and gone, and the girl who was shielded by her mother's love and guided by her sister’s, becofhes a mother, then Life can make her no greater-gift than the love of a daughter. Son Falls in Love. A son may Intend to take care of hi» mother some day; many of them do. bless them! But there are many sons who fall in this obligation, and but few daughters. The son falls in love and marries, and his wife comes first. The daughter never marries if her marriage means that her mother will be deprived of some one to love her and make her a home. It is the daughter who Ip patient, and self-denying, and watchful and tender when the years bring their in firmities; it is the daughter who stands between the mother and neg lect, and who in more instances than this unappreciative old world ever knew’, sacrifices her own little happi ness to take her place between her mother and the poorhouse. The best investment, girls, is not in the love of the man who woos you to-day and forgets you to-morrow. It is an investment you will make. The voice of nature commands it, but in making this investment don’t slight the love that will last longer, and that is the love of your mother and sister ■■ A 1 jtti e Bobbie’s By WILLIAM F KIRK. Pa F & me was to n horse market last week, I dident want to go, but Pa wanted to go, beekause he sed that a fretjd of his naimed George Crowley wanted to go & buy a teem of horses for his farm. So Pa & me went to the horse market & looked at sum horses. Pa was the rnan that, interduced Mister Orotyley Jto :fle man who owned the horse , larket, & all the way down to the market h e was tell ing Mister Crowley what a wunder- ful borgenn he. was going to get. Moart of the horses that they have in this market, Pa toald Mister Crowley, is old thorobreds, the kind that Mis ter Keene used to race at the track in the days when racing was racing In deed. It is true. Pti sed, that most of the horses I mefifthun hah done a littel l*te roadwork laJtly. such as on St. cars et-c., but I am sure that you will find them of. the good old stock ihat sent Colip & Sysonby & Rose- ben under the wire as winners. I doant care for any blooded horses, sed Mister Crowley. All I want Is a cuppel of old skippers for my farm. AH I want them to do is to drag a plow aronnri kind of peace ful, & not to think of the days wen the bookmakers- had it all thare own way. He Was Surprised. I thot all the time that Mister Crowley was a piTtty smart man, & I newer thought Pa knew’ very much about horaes, but for onst 1 w as sur prised in Pa. It turned out that he These beautiful pictures are the latest taken of this oi.aiming actress, who in the accompanying interview tells how she finds it eas> to retain the freshness of youth through simple m* am knew raoar than Mister Crowley did. Pa A- and the man In the horse mar ket showed Mister Crowley a lot of good horses, but he kep saying No, I want a slmpel, gentel team for farm work. I want a team that will not run away with the plow*, a team that my wife can drive her guests around with after they have done thare days work on the farm, a cup- pel of horses that is as trac-tabel & eesy to drive as T am, sed Pa’s frend. So w’e all went to another stabel. I cud see that Pa dident want to go to another place, & I knew’ that T w’ud rather be <»ut sumwaje playing ball with the kids, but we went to this other place & thay showed a team of horses that was the moast tired looking team 1 ewer seen, excep Roosevelt & Johnses after elecksbun The rnan that was showir.-^ the team to Pa’s frond iAim rite oaver & leened his hed aggervst the hind heels <.•1 *ooth horses. You see, already, he sod, that thay are gentle, yet. Assure as my name is August thay havent kicked since September. I think that is a team such as I want, ped Mister Crowley. You may send them up to-morrow. How much are thay? Pa Is Wise. Wait a minnil, sed Pa, let me ex plain. You doant w ant to buy a horse or « team of horses without trying them on a livery or sum other rig, to see if thay are gentel. So Pa’s frend asked the man August to hitch the teem to a rig. I cud see that he dident want to do it vary bad, but he did it, & wen Mister Crowley & Pa & me got in, the team ran away & We had to be stopped by a policeman. I thought you toald me these horses was gentel. sed Pa’s frend to the man that called hisself August, What made them run aw’ay with me & my frends»? Go buy sum other horses sum- ware elae, then, sed August. As sure as my naim is August I rieffer seen them run away in May before. U r NDEED, Mr. Headland. I am glad—1 am very, very glad— that fortune has sent you into this neighborhood at this terrible time,” said Miss Renfrew’, when Cleek was introduced. ”1 do not wish to say anything disparaging of Mr. Nippers, but you can see for your self how unfitted such men as he anu his assistant are to handle an affair of this great import. Indeed, 1 can not rid my mind of the thought that if more competent police were on duty here, the murder would not have hap pened—in short, that the assassin, whoever he may be, counted upon the blundering methods of these men as his passport to safety.” “My own thought precisely," said Cleek. "Mr. Nippers has given me a brief outline of the affair—would you mind giving me th e full details. Miss Renfrew ? At what hour did Mr. Nos- uorth go into his laboratory? Or don’t you know, exactly?” “Yes, 1 know to the fraction of a moment, Mr. Headland. I was look ing at my watch at the time. It was * xactly eight minutes past seven. We had heen. going over the monthly ac counts together when he suddenly got up, and without a word walked through that door over there. It leads to a covered passage connecting the house proper with the laboratory. That, as you may have heard, is a circular building with a castellated top. It was built wholly and solely for the carrying on of his experi ments. There is but one floor and one window—a very small one about six feet from the ground, and on the side of the Round House which looks way from this building. Nothing , but the door to it is upon this side, ,'ight being supplied to the Interior by j a roof constructed entirely of heavy corrugated glass.” i T see. Then the place is like a huge tube.” “Exactly—and lined entirely with I hilled steel. Such few wooden ap pliances as are necessary for the equipment of the place are thickly oated with asbestos. I made no com ment w’hen my uncle rose and walked in there without a word. I never do. 1 For the past six or seven months he had been absorbed in working out the details of a new’ invention; and I have become used to his jumping up like that and leaving me.” • T© Be Continued To-morrow. By LILIAN LAUFERTY. F ROM "Happyland” to “Baby Mine” —then on to ‘‘Little Snow White”: and now’ to the part of Raffles- made Amy Herrick in “Are You a Crook?” has dainty Marguerite Clarke, the actress, well known in Atlanta, wended her triumphal way In six years of growth In power and ambition. And yet her face retains a sweet, childlike untroubled quality that is very allur ing. “Where does she find the energy?“ I thought as she went eagerly through the rehearsal of the third act twice, and then with unflagging zeal started off on act II—and “Where do you find your unfailing enthusiasm?” I inquired when she came over for a chat in a far corner of the stage of the beautiful new Longacre Theater, where I was playing audience ‘‘Oh, l get it outdoors.” said the lit- ] tie star whose name just suggests her ] own sweet daintiness. ”1 don’i need outdoor exercise because I get plenty of exereise on the stage, but I do need the wonderful, bracing, soothing, stimu lating effects of fresh air. So 1 walk and walk whenever I can—to and from the theater around the block—just so I am out in the air Sun, rain or wind, I believe in fresh air. “I take osteopathy, too- whenever f ain too tired to exercise myself, for that is a wonderful, lazy way of taking your exercise—so luxurious!” Miss Clarke laughed in pleased reminis cence. “You see, you can’t work and give all the energy and force it deserves to your work unless you keep your en ergy up. So I go outdoors and get a new supply of force. And 1 get on for the longest whiles without vacations. I went twenty whole months once with out a bit of vacation—just getting made over new each day by the wonderful outdoor world.” Gives Outdoors the Credit. “Perhaps you give too much credit to freeh air—maybe ii is just your own private supply of energy and ambition that works on unceasingly.” I sug gested. “I think not Ambition does keep you keyed up and full of the desire to ad vance. There you have the incentive, and then you must take every possible means to make yourself capable of car rying out your ambitions "Every spring I prescribe a wonderful tonic for myself—dear, little new car rots. I ice them till they are cold and delicious—yes, really delicious- and then I just add salt for a flavoring and eat away. Quite raw. you know Just tr> them and see how good they taste, and they are good for more than taste, too. They are a wonderful blood tonic and purifier. They do make yOuh skin nice,” added Miss Clarke ingenuously. They do all of that for a smoother, more absolutely guiltless-of-the-faint- est-trace-of-powder skin than 'Miss Marguerite Clarke's you never saw. “Don’t you believe in cc der, even?” I asked. “Well, I have to be made up on the stage all the time, you know—so be tween whiles 1 like to give my skin time to breathe. Absolutely just that time to breathe. And besides the point of view of the health of my skin, 1 do so dislike seeing powder uncompromis ingly betrayed by the glaring -sunlight. Jt does look so FLAKY and F.\KY! ”1 have one little notion about ac tresses. ami I suppose it applies to our whole sex.” mused Miss Clarke. “We must he veiled in a little mystery to he truly charming Now, if you are paint ed all pink and white, anti have shad ows done under your eyes, and* fill the paraphernalia of trying-to-be attractive, how can you he elusive or mysterious or charming, when there are all the se crets of ‘how’ laid hare for the least discerning eye to see? No Tango Tea. “In keeping with my f do not go to the r< And that works out 1 keeps me from.eating, 1 a. m.. ami saves healt and hurries me along t able hours. “An actress, of all w Her Favorite Photograph. a of ‘mysteT turants muc anno) af ford to dissipate, you know But then no woman who wants to look her best and to win success in the world can af ford to dissipate, which means waste her energies in any way. You can t Use yourself up in food or excitement or late hours and have any self left for worth while things.” said the little lady, sagely. You have made a careful study of taking care of the precious human body, haven’t you?” asked the interviewer. “Oh. there is a lot more to 1t,” re plied the inierviewed. ‘T am very earn est about the importance of cleanliness. That sounds almost insulting as if ev ery one else wern’t, too. But then if people want to preserve the looks they already have or acquire some more, they must think about being clean, clean, all (he time. Clean means clean from the crown of your head to the tips of your fingers, and to the soles of your little pink feet, too. And it means that ev erything you wear must be Just as sweet and fresh as yen are. Somehow when you are all clean and sweet and rested and out of doors, you don’t get wick very often Being in Condition. "That’s being in condition. I suppose. Why, when I waa "Snow White” this w’inter every one told me that I must la* sure to rub my feet carefully in al cohol or I’d catch dreadful oolds. I didn’t -and I didn’t! 1 never dreamed what a wonderful, free feeilng going without shoes would give. I think it must he good for us to go barefoot occasionally— l did feel so aplendldly with my feet free to my beloved air. "But then i love free, untrammeled motion of every kind. I don’t wear cor sets off the stage. I don’t like them, and 1 am quite sure they were not thought of in the original scheme of things. I can’t see why we must be all wrapped up and bound up, and kept hidden from air and sunlight No shoes, no corsets freedom and suppleness—wouldn’t t.haJ be ideal? “Women are agitating for so much don’t you think they might agitate for these health and beauty causes, too?” T HERE was evidently something on Mrs. Nerviss’ mind. For sev eral days she had been very much preoccupied, and finally Nerviss him self, fearful that he might In some way have been the cause of it. made certain inquiries designed to clear up the situation. “I hope you didn't mind my com ing in so late from the club last Tues day night. Maria,” he said. “One o'clock is an unholy hour. I know, hut really I couldn't help it very well. You see"—— “Not at all, James dear,” the good lady answered. “I should hate to have your friends think you were henpecked. Really, I was glad you stayed as, long a* you wanted to ” Nerviss drew a deep sigh of relief. • Then what is the matter with you, Maria?" he demanded. “You can’t de ceive me. You are worrying about something ” "l certainly am," said th© lady, her voice tremulous. “I am very much worried. Do you think the people at our bank are honest. James?” "Why. certainly,’’ laughed Nerviss. “Whatever made you think they were not ?” “Well, something very strange has Happened lately,” said Mrs. Nerviss, Items of Interest ” Advice to the Lovelorn :: By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. GIVE UP BOTH. D ear miss Fairfax: I have gained the , acquaint- of age who works in the same of fice as I do. I did hot seem- to • care for this young; .lady at first, but as our ftcqu&lntance grew we other ft company. About two weeks ago I was in troduced to another young lady, 18 years old. whom i seemed to take a liking to when I met her. I have not told either of the young ladies tliat I cared, very much for them. our ages would spoil our future happiness, as I know 1 can wfin the love of this girl, whom I really like the best, or would you advise me to forget this girl and try’ my friendship with a younger girl? L. H. B. Be a little fail’, young rnan, and don't ask any girl to wait six years for you. Let the waiting be on your own part. Wait till you have earned th- right to woo before you start out to conquer. Bettering your finan cial prospects means more to you than Now the question is: I am 19 years old, earning $12 a week and having the support of my mother on my shoulders, which will keep me from . getting married for about at least six years. 1 would then be 25 year's did'and fhe gif-1 in the first paragraph would he Zl, Do you think the difference in n EAR MI88 FAIRFAX: 1 Some time ago I met a STICK TO THE GIRL. FAIRFAX: go I met a girl keeping company with my ! churn, who was called away from her. ami while away he told me that | I ouhl call on her once in a while This J Aid and tell a victim to her \ charm! 1 . 1 won her love and lost j my eh urn’s friendship. ’ This giri has shown that her love for me Is strong, and what I want to know is, what am I to do? Here is a little proposal that 1 made to her: I would go away from her, and then she could forget me, win back her first lover and be hap py with him Her answer was that she did not want me to go, as she loved no one else but me H TNRT. You love each other. That \ ct stands out paramount to all claims of the other man on heir love or on your friendship I am sorry for him, hut his need of sympathy would be greater if she mar ried him while loving you. KEEPING EVERLASTINGLY AT IT. | A EAR MISS FAIRFAX I am deeply in love with a dear girl one year my junior. I have reasons to believe that she does not desire my company. Kindly tell me how to win her love. ANXIOUS. Be attentive, courteous, generous, kind and persistent If all them- fail, try a Itltle indif ference. Make love to another girl Tiger, the remarkable cat of the Great Eastern Railway Company’s goods sheds at Peterborough, England, who is reputed to he about 27 years old, is pnacefukly.-. ending ., a life crowded with rat extermination and other happy inci dents. Few eats live much beyond M or If. years. During her long life Tiger is said to have killer thousands of rats. She is a light tahhv. and came to the sheds for refuge during a fire at a tim ber yard close by over 26 years ago, having been driven from her home in a timber-stack by* the flames When she dies she will leave a numerous progeny of over 200 1o succeed her. “Barent Wonters lends donkeys on hire like his father, kills pigs, smokes hams, and occupies himself with all kinds of swlmsh detail work; also shaves and cuts hair, except on Sunday.’ runs the legend over a barber’s shop at Stierum. Holland. n I* KODAKS "Tb« Be«t FkiMtlRQ and Enlara- ln« Th«t Can Be ProduoR*." Wwrrr.on Film* and com plete alack amateur nupplloa. Quick mall aerrlce for out-of-town ruatr.u^era. Send for Catalog and Price Llat. A. K. HAWKES CO. WR 14 Whitehall at.. Qi. “and I think you ought to look into it. You know you have been giving me my allowance lately in bills, and I have been depositing them at the bank.” “Yes. I am aware of that,” said Nerviss. "Well, somehow or other I don’t like the looks of that receiving teller, Janies,” said the lady, “and bo. for the past three weeks I have been putting my initials on every bill de posited up in one corner, and yester day Mr. (’leaver, the butcher. in cashing a check for me handed one of those marked notes!” “Well, suppose he did?” di-manded Nerviss. “What of it?” “What of it?” echoed Mrs. Nerviss. "What of It? Doesn’t that prove that those bank people are letting other people use my money ” It was at this point that Nerviss was attacked by a violent spasm of coughing, which, in her description of it to the doctor, Mrs. Nerviss de clared was so like a laugh that at first she believed her husband had suddenly thought of something funny. 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