Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

4 o o- 1 Married Life the Third Year By MABEL HERBERT URNER. Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women Dainty Marguerite Clarke, the Actress, Tells Girls What Simple Rules Will Do t < \ 1 ,;:RKS sunn of your things I "'I from the bathroom,” ami * ■*’ Helen, placed in the trunk tray the tooth brush, tooth paste and bottle of glycerine. *‘T was afraid you might forget them. ’ Alice, who was throwing her clothes into her trunk with feverish haste, nod ded an ungracious ,r Thank you.” “Don’t you want me to help you pack?” ventured Helen. "Your dresses will be ull mussed if you put them In liko that.” "I don’t care HOW mussed they are! 1 don’t care for ANYTHING,” with an angry sob, “if only l can get home!” 4 I’m sorry you feel this way, Alice. It’s distressing to all of us that your visit should end so unpleasantly.” Alice kept on rolling up and crush ing in one garment after another. She had swept everything out of the closet and bureau drawers into a confused heap on the floor by the trunk, and she was packing them in regardless of how they would look when taken out. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and her eyes red and swollen from weeping. With a sigh at the hopelessness of the situation, Helen went into the library to be sure that nothing of Alice’s was left in there. “Better order that taxi now, hadn't we .’” demanded Warren, “Think she’ll be ready by 0:15? That’ll give us three-quarters of an hour to get down there ugd check her trunk." ”\es, .she'll be ready—she’s just thn wing in her things! Oh, Warren, it s too bad this thing had to happen! 1 feel perfectly wretchedY' “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 you’d be Mamed glad to get rid of her I am.” The Explaining. ♦ ‘ h, yes, I know, but she was going h< e so soon, anyway; and now to ha.e her rush off ike 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'H never say that she left because we followed her mother’s instructions in not letting her see that man. She may even make Aunt Emma think that we” :Tbe t aeuc e with what Aunt Emma Hunks. as he strode over to the phone. While he ordered the taxi. Helen again went in to Alice. She found her trying to force down the tray in the overcrowded trunk. “ () h, you can’t close it like that! You pack 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 r - n to lock it. Alice, who was trying on her veil, did not turn as he entered, i but Helen could see that she was watching him in the mirror with angry ^yes. In grim silence Warren locked ihe 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: "I’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. It was a mistake that I came at all.” What little sympathy Helen had tor . uce 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 .. r* taxi's come.” Helen hurried to look out of the front room window, but the taxi had not yet come. Warren, with his hands jiiru&t deep in his pockets, was walk ing up and down the room—a trick « i his when worried—and he was plain ly worried at this last performance of i,,.° wayward cousin. in Ailed he had met some one that lie couid not dominate. Because he had sent this man away without letting hnn see her. and had forbidden her to even talk with him on the phone, Alice . Jo 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. Hie declared if they did not take her to tiie station that she would go alone—that she would not stay another night in their house, r he knew there was a V' o’clock train, and she intended lo take it. So they had no. choice but to let her go. “Dear, . she's impossible,” exclaimed Helen. turning from the window. "I f tr.ed to say something nice to her ju-t row. but she cut me off by saying she was glad to go. and that she knew w< were glad to have her go; that it was . Mistake she ever came” “Hump! Well, she’s got that about rigid. I'll write Aunt Emma to-night and tell her a thing or two. This is the rescit of her pampering and spoil ing that girl all her life. There’s the taxi now. Hustle and get on your nr.ng?.” ”\s by, Warren, I'm not going!” "Like to know why you're not? Now hio-rv and ge*. ready.” Helen had not thought of going to he station, but now she understood why Warren wanted her. She knew to long drive with Alice would be in strained, awkward silence, and he had no intention of taking it alone. The elevator boy came up for the trunk, Warren got into his overcoat, nd 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 tlie sfcat op posite. i lie night air was heavy with a driz- :!ing mist. In a constrained silence «-v gazed out at the wet pavements and blurred street lights. It was a relief when at last the cab Lew up and th* v hurried Into the sta- on. Wa rr« • wM|» he went •et the ticket and check the trunk When he c... ..ai.ued Alice an envelope. “Your Pullman ticket’s in there, too,’ brusquely. “Nothing left but upper berths.” An Awkward Moment. The train was made up, and they passed through the gate and down the long platform. Warren led the way into the sleeper, found the num ber of the berth and deposited Alice’s oag on the red plush seat. Then came r hc most awkward moment of all—the moment of parting. “Well, Alice, l hope you will get home all right.” Helen held out her hand and made an uncertain embar rassed movement as though to kiss her good-bye. but Alice drew coldly back ami merely shook hands. “Thank you,” frigidly. “I’m sure I will.” “I’ll telegraph your mother from the 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 us they went back along the plat form, she glanced up at the windows, thinking that Alice might wave them a mere 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., 44 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 4fi 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 was al most 11, and Warren's ardor for letter- writing had weakened. What Miss Clarke Says: Sun, rain or wind, 1 believe in fresh air. walk and walk whenever I can. 1 went twenty in ontlis onee without a vacation. Every spring 1 take a tonic —dear, little, new ear- rots. They are a wonderful blood tonic and purifier. Powder looks flaky and is faky. 1 never go to late suppers in restaurants. No woman can afford to dissipate. To preserve one's looks you must be clean—clean all tlie time. Not So Eager. “Guess I’ll take my bath and turn in,” he yawned, "and leave that letter until morning.” "Y r es. dear, 1 would: you’re too tired to write it to-night.” urged Helen, knowing that by morning his anger would roo\ off and his letter be less se vere, if he troubled to write it at all." But Helen’s own indignation at Alice's conduct still smoldered. What story would she tell when she reached Day- ton? What excuse would she give for starting home so suddenly at midnight 0 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 free from any “mix-up” with any of Warren’s rela tives. She dreaded their gossip and criticism. Kor 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 41 A —■ m Miss Marguerite Clarke. These beautiful pictures are the latest taken f this charming actrere, who in the accompanying interview tells how she finds it easy to retain the freshness of youth through simple means. F By T. W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. I ^ tNDEED, Mr. Headland, 1 am glad—I am very, very glad— By LILIAN LAUFERTY. ROM "Happyland” to "Baby Mine’ then on to “Little Snow White”; and now to the part of Ruffles- 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 that fortune has sent you into the rehearsal of the third act twice, this neighborhood at this terrible and then with unflagging zeal started time,” said Miss Renfrew, when 0,1 act H a,1< ' "Where do you find Cleek was introduced. "I do not >' our unfailing enthusiasm?" I inquired , , , ... .. f when she came over for a chat in a far wish o say anything: disparaging of corner Qf , hB st of thc bea ,niful Mr Nippers but you can see for your- la)ngarre The ater. where I was self how unfitted such men as he anti . R his assistant ar e to handle an affair playing audience. of this great import. Indeed, I can 1 “Oh, I get it outdoors, said the lit- not rid my mind of the thought that tie star whose name just suggests her if more competent police were on duty own sweet daintiness. "I don’t need here, the murder would not have hap- (outdoor exercise because I get plenty pened—in short, that the assassin, i cf exercise on the stage, but I do need whoever he may be, counted upon , t ^e wonderful, bracing, soothing, stimu- the blundering methods of these men i effeots of fresh air flo , walk as his passport to safety. , ,, . . . "Mv nj and walk whenever I ran- to and from j purifier. They do make your skin nice,” „ | added Miss Clarke ingenuously. They do all of that for a smoother, more absolutely guiltless-* f-the faint est -trace-of-powder skin than Miss Marguerite Clarke’s you never saw. "Don't you believe in cosmetics—pow der. ev^n?” T asked. "Well, I have to be made up on the stage all thc time, you know—so be tween whiles I like to give my skin time to breathe. Absolutely just that— ■. A Girl’s Best Investment By EEATRICE FAIRFAX I F the young girls who are starting out with hearts that alternate be tween hope and fear were to ask fill the sweet-faced old women they know this question, "What is the best investment for u 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 days of her youth, she would reply: "My best investment was in the love of one of my own sex. First my mother, then my slater, then my daughter. ! have found no love like the love of these.” A Mother’s Love. It Is your mother, little girl, who loves you when no one else will, and whose love lasts as long as ahe lives. Her love is not dependent on your wit, your beauty, your accomplish ments or your worth in financial re turns. She loves you because It is YOU; she would love you if you were all that is repellant and hideous in face and character. It is the love of h sister that smoothes over the rough places that even a mother can’t comprehend. Her j youth makes her a more sympathetic listener to the trials of youth, and it j is the only love left in the wreck of the home when mother has left it forever. ! 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 the fullest confidence, so long as that confidence is given without reserve neither sister will go astray. A young girl cun make no better investment than in the love of an older sister, for the older sister, having so recently trod the same path, knows all the pit falls on the way. An older slater ean make no better investment than in the love of the girl who is younger, for the realization that she is the 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, becomes 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 hie mother some day; many of them do. bless them! But there arc many sons who fail in this obligation, and hut few daughters. The son falls in love and marries, and his wife comes first. The daughter never marries if her marriage means th.it her mother will be deprived of some one to love her and make her a home. It is the daughter who is* 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 tlie 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 1 _dtt e Bobbie’s By WILLIAM F. KIRK. Pa P A nie was to a horse market last week. I dident want to go. but Pa wanted to go. beekause he sed that a fiend of his naimed George Crow lev wanted to go & buy a teem of horses for his farm. So Pa & me went to the horse market & looked at sum horses. Pa wus the man that in^erduced Mister Crowley to the man who owned the horse market. A all the way down to the market he was tell ing Mister Crowley w hat a wunder- ful burgenn he was going to get. Moast 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. Pa sed, that most of the horses I menshun has done a littel llte roadwork laitly. such as on . St. cars etc., hut 1 am sure that you will find them of the good old stock •.hat sent Colin A Sysonhy & Rose- | hen under the wire as winners. | I doant care for any blooded horses, sed Mister (.’rowley. All 1 want is a ctlppol of old skippers foi my farm. All I want them to do is to drag a plow around kind of peace- I ful, A- not to think of the days wen I the bookmakers had it all thare own I way. ! He Was Surprised. 1 thot all .he time that Mister I Crowley w as a pritty smart man. A- 1 newer thought Pa knew very much about horses, but for onst I was sur prised in Pa. It turned out that he knew inoar than Mister Crowley did. Pa & and ihe man in the horse mar ket showed Mister Crowley a lot of good horses, but he kep saying No, I want a simpel, gentel team for Her Favorite Photograph. time to breathe. And besides the point ford to dissipate, you know. But then of v’ew of the health of my skin. 1 do no woman who wants to look her best so dislike seeing powder uncompromis- and to win success in the world <’an af irg.y betrayed by the glaring sunlight, ford to dissipate, which means waste It does look so FLAKY and FAKY'! her energies in any way. You can't 1 have one little notion about ac- use yourself up in food or excitement or tresses, and 1 suppose it applies to our laie hours and have any self left for whole sex,” mused Miss Clarke. "We worth while things.” said the little lady, must be veiled in a little mystery to be sagely. truly charming Now, if you arc ..tint- .. You have , nati< . a oarefu , 8tudy of ed all pink and white, and have shad- ows done under your eyes, and all thc ,nkin K care ' f the Keclnus human body, haven’t you?” asked the interviewer. ilthe theater around the block—just so I My own thought precisely,” said Cleek. "Mr. Nippers has given me a brief outline of the affair—would you j am out ir. the air Sun. rain or wind, mind giving me the full details. Miss 11 believe in fresh air. Renfrew? At what hour did Mr. Nos- I “i take osteopathy, too-whenever I worth go into his laboratory? Or don’t I am too tired to exercise myself, for you know, exactly / i that is a wonderful, lazy way of taking "Yes I know to the fraction of a | exerdae-so luxurious:" Miss moment. Mr. Headland. I was look- ; , . , . . . , . ing at my watch at the time. It was <- larke laughed in pleased remlnis- exactly eight minutes past seven. We j cence. had been going over the monthly ac- j "You see, you can’t work and give counts together when he suddenly got \ all the energ> and force it deserves to up, and without a word walked j ycur work unless you keep your en through that door over there. It leads j ergy up j go outdoors and get a to a covered passage connecting the | auppij of force. And I get on for house proper with the laboratory • That, as you may have heard, is paraphernalia of trying-to-be-attractive, how can you be elusive or mysterious or charming, when there are all the se crets of ‘how’ laid bare for the least discerning eye to see? No Tango Tea. "In keeping with my idea of ‘mystery’ I do not go to the restaurants much. "Oh, there is a lot more to it,” re plied the interviewed. “I am very earn est about th* 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 < lean, clean, all And that works out very well, for it the time. Clean means clean from the keeps me from eating lobster salad at 1 crown of your head to the tips of your a. m., and saves health and digestion, fingers, and to tLo soles of your little and hurries me along to bed. at reason- pink feet, too. And It means that cv- able hours. ' erything you wear must be just as sweet "An actress, of all women, cannot af- t and fresh as you re Somehow when you are all clean and rweet and rested and out of doors, you don't get sick very often. Being in Condition. "That’s being in condition, I suppose. Why, when I was "Snow White” this winter every one told me that I must be sure to rub my feet carefully in al cohol or I’d catch dreadful colds. I didn’t —and I didn’t! I never dreamed what a wonderful, free feeling going without shoes would give. I think it must be good for us to go barefoot occasionally— I did feel so splendidly with my feet free to my beloved air. "But then 1 love free, untrammeled motion of every kind. I don’t wear cor sets off the stage Iclon't like them, and I am quite sure they were not thought of in the original scheme of things. 1 can't see why we must be all wrapped up ana bound up* and kept hidden from air and sunlight, No shoes, no corsets- freedom and suppleness wouldn’t that be ideal? “Women an? agitating for so much don’t you think they might agitato for these health and beauty causes, too?” 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 ilia re days work on the farm, a cup- pel of horses that is as trac-tabel A- oesy to drive as I am, sed Pa’s frend. So we all went to another stabel. I cud see that Pa dident want to go to another place. & I knew that 1 wild rather be out sumware playing ball with the kids, but we went to this other place* A- thav showed a team of horses that was the moast tired looking team I ewer seen, excep Roosevelt iSir Johnson after eleckshun. The man that was showing the team to Pa’s frend calm rite oaver & leened his hed aggenst the hind heels of both horses. You see. already, he sed, that thay are gentle, yet. At sure as my name is August thay havent kicked since September. 1 think that is a team such as I want, red Mister Crowley. You may send them up to-morrow. How much are thay? Pa Is Wise. Wait a minnit, sed Pa; let me ex plain. You doant want to buy a horse or a team of horses without trying them on a livery or sum other rig, to sc • 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 Ar Pa A* me got in. the team ran away Ar we had to be stopped by a policeman. I though, you toald me these horses was gentel. sed Pa’s frend to thc man that called hisself August. What made them run away with me & my fr ends*? Go A buy sum other horses sum- ware else, then, m d August. As sure as my naim is August I neffer seen them run away in May before. WHY SHE WORRIED I '. HERE was evidently something on Mrs. Nervlss' 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, but really I couldn’t help it very well. You see” “Not at all, James dear,’’ the good lady ahswered. "I should hate to have your, friends think you were henpecked. Really, I was glad you stayed as long as you wanted to. Nerviss drew a deep sigh of relief. “Then what is the matter with you, Maria?” lie demanded. “You can't de ceive me You are worrying about something" *'I certainly am.” said the 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. Neivlss, Advice to the Lovelorn Items of Interest the longest whiles without vacations. circular building with a'castellated 1 1 went twent > whole m ° nt "« wlth- top. It was built wholly and solely out a bit of vacation—just getting made 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 away from this building. Nothing but the door to it is upon this side, light being supplied to the interior by a roof constructed entirely of heavy corrugated glass.” “I see. Then the place is like a huge tube.” "Exactly—and lined entirely with chilled steel. Such few wooden ap- over new each day by the wonderful outdoor world.” Gives Outdoors the Credit. "Perhaps you give too much credit to fresh air—maybe it 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 pliances as are necessary for the means to make > ourself capable of car- equipment of the place are thickly rying out your ambitions, coated .with asbestos. I made no com- j "Every spring I prescribe a wonderful ^ mont when my uncle rose and walked tonic for myself—dear, little new car- 1 in there without a word. I never do. For the past six or seven months he had been absorbed in working out the details of a new Invention: and I have I become used to his jumping up like ( that nnd leaving me." To Be Continued To-morrow. rots. I ice them till they are cold and i delicious—yes, really delicious -and ther. ! I Just add salt for a flavoring and eat ' away. Quite raw, you know. Just try | them and see how good they taste, and j they are good for more than taste, t They arc* a wonderful blood tonic o . I By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. GIVE UP BOTH. T”\EAR MISS FAIRFAX: i have gained the ance of a young lady 25 years of age who works In the same of fice as I do. T did not seem to care for this young lady at first, but as our acquaintance grew we seemed to find we cared for each other’s 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 cither of the young ladies that I cared very much for them. 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 years old and the girl In the first paragraph would be 31. Do you think the difference la our ages would spoil our future happiness, as I know I can win the love of this girl, whom I really like the best, or would you advise mo to forget this girl and try my friendship with a younger girl? L. H. B. Be a little fair, young man, and don’t ask any girl to wait six year- for you. Let the waiting be on your own part. Wait till you have earned th*- right to woo before you start <>ut to conquer. Bettering your finan cial prospects means more to you than STICK TO THE GIRL. T“Y EAR MI Sri FAIRFAX. Some time ago I met a girl who was keeping company with my chum, who was called away from her. and while away he told me that 1 c< i ld call on her "nee in a while. This I did and tell a victim to her charms. I won her 1< ve and lost my chum’s friendship. This girl 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 I made to her: 1 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 site did not w’ant me to go, as she loved no one else but me 11 NR V. You love each other. That \ ?t stands out paramount to all claims of the ocher man on hey love or < o your friendship. I am sorry for him, but his need of sympathy would be greater if she mar ried him while loving you. KEEPING EVERLASTINGLY AT IT. | YEAR MISS FAIRFAX I am deeply in love with a dear girl one year my Junior. 1 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 these fail, try a ltttle indif ference. Make love to another girl. ' Tiger, the remarkable cat of the ! Great Eastern Railway Uompany’s goods j sheds at Peterborough, England, who is reputed to be about 27 years old, is peacefully ending a life crowded with rat extermination and other happy inci dents. Few cats live much beyond 14 or 15 years. During her long life Tiger is said to have killer thousands of rats. She Is a light tabby, 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 j dies she will leave u numerous progeny of over 200 to succeed her. “Barent YVonters lends donkeys on hire like his father, kills pigs, smokes hams, and occupies himself with all kinds of swinish detail work; also shaves and cuts hair, except on Sunday.’ runs the legend over u barber's shop at Stierum. Holland. "and I think you ought to look into, it. You know you have been giving me mv allowance lately in bills, and 1 have been depositing them at the bank.” "Yes, I am aware of that,” said Nerviss. “Well, somehow or other 1 don't like the looks of that receiving teller. James,” said the lady, "and so, for the past three weeks T have been putting my initials on every bill de posited up in one corner, and yester day Mr. Cleaver, the butcher. in cashing a check for me handed one of those marked notes!” "Well, suppose he did?” demanded Nerviss. "What of it?” "What of it?” echoed AlVs. Nerviss. “What of it? Doesn’t that prove that those bank people are letting othe’ - people use my money ” It was at this point that Nerviss was attacked bv 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. KODAKS • The Rest FlnleMnfl nnd Enlarg ing Tlitit C*n Be ProducedV Km: man Films *n<l com plcfp stock nmateur supplies Quick mail service Ow - • '*>' cu*tc:..rr« Send for Catalog and Price List A. K. HAWKES CO. " 0 ° ( ?A K 1* Whitehall St., Atlanta, Qa. Praise This Remedy For Lung Trouble If the voluntarily written wflfrds of grateful people, living in all parts of tht- country, praising Kckman's Al terative, a remedy for the treatment of coughs, colds, throat and lung troubles, are to be believed, this med icine is certainly doing a vast amount of good for such sufferers. This is a sample taken from many: Si Mary’s Academy, O’Neill, Nebr. “Gentlemen: About seven years ago 1 was attacked with Tubercu losis I coughed unceasingly, could not sleep nor eat. even could not speak out loud and could do no work. I had three hemorrhages, raised blood most of the time and suffered with night sweats, fever and chills. A specialist of Columbus. Ohio, pro nounced my case hopeless. “Nearly live years ago I heard of your Alterative and procured some at once, with the result that I soon found myself restored to health. I consider your medicine, if faithfully taken, a most excellent remedy. Mother Superior permits this testi monial.” t Signed) SISTER .MARIE. Sisters of St. Francis. (Above abbreviated; more on re quest.) Kckman's Alterative has been proven by many years’ t$st. to be most *. fflcacious in cases of severe Throat and Lung Affections. Bron chitis, Bronchia! Asthma. Stubborn Golds and in upbuilding the system. Does rot contain narcotics, poisons or ha bit-forming drugs. For sale by all Jacobs’ drug stores and other leading druggists. Write thc Eck- ,r.n Laboratory, Philadelphia, Pa., for booklet telling of recoveries and additional evidence.