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Married Life the Third Year
By MABEL HERBEP.T URNER.
■w -» 7. iRRIKU and depressed, Helen
YA/ went in to atralghten up Alice's
* room the morning after her de
parture.
Everything was In disorder from
the hurried packing. Tissue paper,
strings and empty boxes lay scat
tered about, und where the trunk had
set \va* *i a dusty square.
The whole unpleasant scene of the
night before kept beating in Helen’s
mind. And not only had Alice cut
short her visit and left in a high
dudgeon—the memory of that was
distressing enough but even more
distressing was the fear of what Aunt
Emma and Warren’s other relatives
might say.
That Alice would not hesitate to
disparage both her and Warren Helen
knew, and about her visit she wouid
probably tell many tilings that were
not true.
Helen was always keenly sensitive
about what people "might say," and
now she could think of nothing but
the unpleasant surmises and com
ments that Warren's relatives would
make.
With bntoding anxiety, she put back
her clothes in the bureau drawers
and the closet that she hud emptied
for Alice’s convenience. Besides the
burnt bureau scarf she now discov
ered other evidences of Alice's care
lessness.
A black smudge on the rug showed
where she had glossed her shoes, the
wall paper was sprinkled with ink
where she had shaken a fountain pen,
and on the back of one of the chairs a
wet towel had been flung, leaving the
varnish dulled and whitened.
While Helen was still putting the
room to rights Warren called up from
the office.
“I won’t have time to write that
letter to Aunt Emma,” he announced,
"s 1 you’ll have to write it. And you’d
b ter get it off right away."
Helen at a Loss.
"But, dear, what . hall I say?” fal
tered Helen.
"Just say that Alice todk it into
her head to go and that we couldn't
keep her.”
‘But couldn't you write to-night or
to-morrow?” persisted Helen "You
could do It so much better than I.”
"Yes. and then Alice would have
time to tell her mother a lot of lies.
Now. you get that off right away! 1
want it to go out to-night.”
When Helen turned from the phone
it was witfi the greatest reluctance
that she went over to the desk to
write this letter. For her letter
writing was always most difficult, and
from a letter like this her mind re
coiled
, How should she begin it? What
could she say? She did not want to
hurt Aunt Emma, and yet it was only
fair to them that she .should know
just how headstrong and unruly Alice
had been.
After much chewing of her pen and
many discarded beginnings, the letter
was finally finished.
New York, April -4, 1913.
Dear Aunt Emma:
1 regret very much that Alice should
have ended her visit in this way. We
did everything we could to persuade
her not to start off last night, but. she
was so headstrong that nothing we
could say had any effect. She de
clared if we did not take her to the
station she would go alone—so what
could we do?
The only cause for all this was that
we tried to do what you asked to
keep her from seeing that Mr. Hamp
ton. He came on from Philadelphia
and called here at 7 to take Alic e out.
But Warren refused to let him see
her.
This so incensed Alice that she at
once began to pack her trunk, declar
ing that she would not stay with us
another night. I pleaded and l\ar-
ren scolded, but she would listen to
neither of us. She said she was en
gaged to this man and that she was
old enough to do as she pleased. I
think you arc quite^right in feeling
that a man of his age, and a divorced
man. is most unsuited for Alice. I
hope you will be able to break it all
off —but Alice is very headstrong.
I am sending by parcel post some
things she left in her haste. 1 hope
you have gotten the house in shape
again, that you are over the worst
effects of the flood, and that Alice s
unexpected return will not make
things harder.
We both regret more than I can say
that her visit should have such an un
pleasant ending, but we trust you will
understand that we did all we could
to prevent it. Sincerely, your niece, •
HELEN.
Helen was so far from satisfied
\f-ith this letter that she wanted to
call up Warren and read it to him
over the phone, but she know he
would be too hurried and impatient to
listen. So, reluctantly, she took It out
to the mall ehule.
The next two days were for Helen
most unhappy ones. She was con
stantly being forced to explain Alice’s
sudden departure. It was very em
barrassing, particularly when Carrie,
\\ arren’s sister, called up to Invite
Alice to a luncheon.
The Answer.
But even more distressing wag her
haunting dread of what Aunt Ennna
would think and of Just what Alic<
would tell her. It was Helen’s nature
to worry—and over this she worried
herself almost ill.
W hen the next morning at break
fast she found by her plate a thick
letter in Aunt Emma’s handwriting,
anxiously ?he tore it open.
Dayton, Ohio, April 27„ 1913.
My Dear Helen:
I believe Warren paid for Alice’s
ticket the night she left, and I
hasten to return the amount In
this. If there is anything else
that she owes you, will you kind
ly let us know, as neither George
nor I wish to be further indebted
to you? The check Warren sent
George the week after the flood
we will return the first of the
month. I regret that we can not
do so sooner.
It was, of course, a mistake
that Alice ever visited you. I
would never have suggested it had
I dreamed that it would end as it
has. As upset and distracted as
we were after the flood, I see now
that it would have been much
better for her to have stayed
here.
You seem to have failed wholly
to understand her. She has an
exceptionally nervous, sensitive
nature. She has always been del
icate, and we have always tried to
keep from her any needless irri
tation or excitement.
That you should have let her
start home at midnight, in an ex- >
cited, unstrung state, showed,, to *
say the least, a lack of consider
ation on your part. I would not
have let the most casual visitor
leave my house under such con
ditions. much less a girl like
Alice. I can not understand what
you and Warren were thinking of
to allow it.
When Alice arrived she was in
almost a state of collapse. It is
needless for me to try to conceal
the fact that I am very indignant
about it all. and I think George
shares my indignation, although
he may not admit it so frankly.
I am exceedingly sorry that we
ever troubled you, and I assure
you we will not trouble you again.
AUNT EMMA.
"What’s struck you?” demanded
Warren, as Helen gasped her dismay
and indignation.
"It’s from Aunt Emma—the most
AWFUL letter!” handing it across
the table.
No More Relatives.
Warren read the letter and thre v
it down with a grim:
"Well, that lets us out! 1 guess
we’re about through trying to help
any relatives. Understand? Your
relatives or ;nin“—we’ll steer clear of
the whole bunch.”
“But. dear. MY people have never
troubled us!"
“Well, I’ve noticed they’re not
above making it a convenience to stop
here when they come to New York. ”
"Why, Warren, you know very well
that Uncle Henry is the only one of
my family that’s EVER stopped here.
And he was going to a hotel if you
hadn’t insisted. I don’t see how you
CAN infer that my relatives have
made a convenience of us!”
"Well. I said we’re through with
I VI,L relatives, d-tdn’t I? And that’s
■ exactly what 1 meant. Hereafter If
I people want to come to Netv York
I for ten days or for one day—they!!
put up at a hotel. From now on
they’re going to find it pretty blamed
hard to work us! 1 guess one lesson
: along this line will be just about
enough!"
Ethel Barrymore Tells Girls Why
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True Modesty Is a
Real Aid to Beauty
Do You Know
That—
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times In the year. Forty years ago
the restaurant was famous for its food
and frequenters, who Included nearly
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though strongly dashed with bohemian-
ism. All that was best in the social and
artistic world was to be found there,
it was one of the few restaurants which
kept open through the siege, and there
w as ground for belief in the story that
it never remembered afterward to re
duce its prices.
The romance of a fortune that was
made out of revenge is recalled in New
York by the death of E. S. Welles, the
inventor of a world-famous rat poison.
When Mr. Welles and the man with
whom he then worked were living in
poverty, and had only a single loaf of
bread between them and starvation, this
last morsel of food was eaten by rats.
Welles swore vengeance and set about
discovering a means to rid the world of
rats. After numerous experiments he
began the manufacture of "Rough on
Rats’’ in an old barn in Jersey City,
and in four years he rose to affluence.
The new King of Greece Is among the
tallest of monarchs, but those who
ascribe his Inches solely to his Roman
off blood on his mother's side forget
his stalwart Danish ancestors. His
grandfather, King Christian IX, was re
markable for his height, as are nearly
all the princes of his house. King
Constantine's cousin, the present King
of Denmark, has carried on the tradi
tion as he stands well over six feet,
without hts boots.
Ethel Barrymore Says:
It is stupid not to know
how to bring out your good
points, or to let your pretti
ness fade.
Brains, bruins, they are
the inspiration and the real
spirit of true beauty.
There is nothing immoral
about beauty, though some
old fogies seem to think so.
For beauty—-brains, mod
esty. self-forgetfulness, hap
py home life and good
taste.
ve just one pet theory-
two glasses of eold water
mornings and evenings.
Don’t let fat accumulate.
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
\ S kin Commissioner General off
/-A the United St.it*' Ly-ituD*.
John Appleton occupies a posi
tion the importance of which ■ • vs ell
appreciated by his large and steadily
increasing kin-ridden constituency
It lies within his jurisdiction to de
cide to which side of the warring tac
tion of a family belong the family
jewels and the feather bed. When a
I woman dies, he decides the right of
hur children or her husband’s next
wife to her “things," that being the
generic* term for petticoats, hair
switches, family albums, the butter
knife, the hot water bag and the
cameo pin the deceased left, and
which assume great value when her
husband marries again.
Speedy Opportunity.
It is he who draws .m immovable
line between kinship and friendship.
"Is a man as near kin to his wife's
ugly sister as he is to her sister who
is beautiful?” was a question that re
mained undecided until Lysander John
Appleton was elected to office, and it
was he who decided in plain and un
mistakable terms that a young hus
band’s embarrassment in calling his
mother-in-law —Mother” was not se
rious because of the speed> oppor
tunity that would be offered for ad
dressing her as "Grandma.”
While there has been some com
plaint that battleships have not been
ordered out to enforce his decisions—
the helpless kin-hampered citizens be
lieving that they had a right to enjoy
the protection so* freely accorded to
Americans who voluntarily exile
themselves* to warring foreign lands—
there has been a disposition to be
lieve th*t General Appleton was doing
his best.
Therefore, when it became known
that he was to have a birthday •♦very
one who was awaiting a kin decision
in his, or her favor, decided to :*r«-
pltiate him with a gift.
But what could it be? For it is con
ceded that to buy a suitable gift for
a man requires a wisdom that is al
most divine.
“He h-mokea!” was the joyous dis
covery of a woman w ho wanted a de
cision against her husband’s mother.
"He smokes,” rang down the line o?
grandparents, fathers, mothers, un
cles, sisters, cousins, aunts and all the
in-laws, arid everyone rejoiced as* a
imin who is? lost on strange roads re
joices when he sees a guide board.
The Presents Arrive.
n ’ present* arrived by messenger,
by vanloads, and by carloads. "Wo
will unwrap them,” said his wife, "and
put them around his bed when he
sleeps. and his eyes may behold them
the first thing on his birthday morn
ing.”
They did so. And when Lysander
John opened his eyes the next morn
ing lie saw them. Some were of
(’hina, others of cut glass, others of
bronze, Iron, copper, silver and ono
man hated his mother-in-law to the
••xtent of sending one of gold. Thev
wen piled on the dresser and th.-
chiffonier; they overflowed to t.b#
chairs and covered the floor and the
bed NINE HUNDRED AND SEV
ENTY-FOUR ASH TRAYS
Cleek of the Forty Faces
By T. W. HANSHAW
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
((tS she as pretty off the stage as
| on?”—haven’t you often won
dered that about your favorite
star, or even some of the lesser lights
who dazzle your eyes with their love
liness?
I know one stage beauty who is far
lovelier in her little dressing room
than all the glare and tinsel of stage
Illusion can make her. Ethel Barry
more’s wonderfully expressive gray
eyes, flower-like white throat and
gracious manner are little private
lovelinesses so fine and rare that you
must miss them except at close
range. And she Is modest. THAT
MODESTY ADDS A CHARM TO
HER BEAUTY SUCH AS LIT
TLE MISS SELF-SATISFACTION
WOULD DO WELL TO STUDY.
"You want me to talk about beau
ty,” said Miss Barrymore. “Beau'v
means Maxine Elliott to me. Maxine
Elliott, with her wonderful face and
figure, and the splendid brain thit
animates it -all. Brains, brains!—they
are the inspiration and real spirit of
true beauty.
"It is stupid not to know how to
bring out vour points or to* let your
prettir.ess fade.
Cold Water for Youth.
“A frilly black ruff back of a long,
white throat, and a sparkling face
animated by brains, will bring out the
charm of the foreground. If you TV
wishing to look your prettiest, an.l
look tired and drawn instead, plent.v
of cold water will bring the becoming
flush of color to your face.
“You know, there is nothing im
moral about beauty, though some old
fogies seem to think so. Thihk of
making laws about the width of
women's sklrtfc, and whether two
inches or two and a quarter inches
of white throat should be shown by
the low-cut blouse!
''Good cold cream will do a lot
toward assuring you of a white
throat. Good taste will tell you
where to cut your blouse. Women
ought to study those things, so men
won’t need to come out of their
sphere and agitate about them. I
told one fat old hypocritical mayor
out West, who when forced to have
a vice crusade in his wicked town
began by making laws about the
width of women's skirts, that what
worried him was not having those
feminine skirts wide enough to hide
behind any more.”
The star, who is ’’headlining" this
week in the Palace Theater, laughed
merrily.
"You interest yourself in divers
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TO-I)AY’S INSTALLMENT.
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causes?” The interviewer was laugh
ing too.
"Oh, yes. Women must. Interest
yourself in things outside yourself,
FOR IF YOU THINK ABOUT
YOURSELF YOU WILL BE SELF-
CONSCIOUS, AND THAT MEANS
AWKWARD AND UN BEAUTIFUL.
"Now. I am shy." Think of that
you little blushing girls whose self-
consciousness worries you to the
point of tears. Beautiful, talented
Ethel Barrymore is "shy.” And her
cure for self-consciousness is to be
interested in things outside your own
petty little self.
“On the stage 1 AM my part. I
lose myself. In society I am one of
the guests, and I forget Ethel Bar
rymore. But if I am asked at a din
ner to get up and recite; or if in a
public place people stare and force
self-consciousness, I am not happy.
ONE NEVER IS HAPPY IF THINK
ING OF SELF. Posing and acting
unconcerned won’t help it; brains and
hard work will.
"Thi? brings me to the beauty of a
happy home life. Now, I have my
husband, my two children, my tasks
and duties. The glaring restaurant
life does not bring out contentment,
seif-forgetfulness—or a consequent
sweet expression.”
"For beauty—brains, modesty, self
you think about yourself yo uwill be self-conscious.”
forgetfulness, happy home life and
good ta.«te," I mused.
"Brains cover it all. You have to
be wise enough to bring out your
good points, and to cover >*our poor
ones until you can overcome them.
You must have brains, and study to
develop them, if you want to be mere
than a pretty picture that people
glance at and forget.”
“Haven’t you some personal beauty
secrets?” I asked boldly.
"I? Beauty secrets?” in a tone of
honest amazement.
"Yes, you indeed.”
“Oh. no. I study a lot. of course.
I read 2 r > book- up in Toronto land
week. I am always rending—and
studying mufie, And I guard my
health.” Miss Barrymore laughed
and took an earnest nibble- at the
lemon she is relying on to help her
overcome a ihreatened case of laryn
gitis. “A simple life! Not too much
rich fo6d—high thinking. I’ve just
one pet theory—two glasses of cold
water morning and evening. That is
such a gentle stimulus to the physical
well-being.”
Lots of Water,
Over on the mantel shelf, next to
the picture of two dear little* kiddies,
stood a bottle of mineral water.
"Has that a special medicinal
value?” 1 asked,
"No. I Just try to be sure of clear,
pur* water. I am not s«ure in the
average theater—so I drink bottled
water. But I never omit my before-
going -to-bed drink of water.
"I drink milk. too. Though it is not
«nfr* to take much of that if you are
Ihreatened with an accumulation of
pounds. You see, brains come in
.'■gain about not growing fat in thece
days of sylphs. DON’T LET FAT
ACCUMULATE. For In the process
of losing It violently you are likely tc
get a drawn and haggard look. That
means you are going to appear old.
Hoft facial contours guard against tin
appearance of age."
1 looked approvingly at Mist* Barry
more’s smooth, facial contour and
wonderful skin. She smiled shyly.
"If you know you are thin and ema
nated—or tf you overhear a fat cre.i-
‘ ure of about 259 pounds net weight,
remarking, ’There> Ethel Barrymor*
at the next table, John. How stout
«he’s grown—dear me, she is stouter
than 1 am!’—why, then, in either ease
you are likely to become self-con-
solo up.
“So, you see. I have to avoid an
emaciated face and overweighted body
as the modern Scylla and Charybdi*
and so should at girls
“You see. It Is all a perfect circle
Tour sentinel brain’ must guard vou
against th** necessity of self-con-
sciousneps and T think that is the
best beauty secret I know."
jK never have supper in this
my uncle always
called It a useless extrava
gance. Instead, we defer tea until 6
•o’clock and make that the final meal
of the day. It was exactly five min
utes to 7 when I finished my accounts
and as J had had a hard day of it, I
decided to go to bed early, after hav
ing first taken a walk as far as the
old bridge, where I hoped that some
body would be waiting for me."
"I knew," said Cleek, gently. "I
have heard the story. It would be Mr
Charles Drummond, would it not?”
He Was Absent.
“Yes. He was not there, however—
something must have prevented his
coming.”
"Hum-m-! Go on, please."
“Before leaving the house, It oc
curred to me that I ought to look into
the laboratory and see if there was
anything my uncle would be likely to
i need for te night, as I Intended to go
* straightway to bed on my return. 1
did so. He was pitting at his desk.
Immediately under the one vvindqw of
which I have spoken and with his
back to me, when I looked in. He
answered my inquiry with a curt ‘No
—nothing. Get out and don't worry
me!’ I immediately shut the door and
left him, returning here by way of the
covered passage and going upstairs to
make some necessary changes* in my
dress for the walk to the old bridge.
When I came down ready for my
Journey I looked at the clock on the
mantel over there It was exactly 17
minutes to 8 o’clock. I had been, a lit
tle longer In dressing than I had an
ticipated being; so, in order to save
time in getting to the trysting place, 1
concluded to make a short cut by go
ing out of the rear door and crossing
diagonally through our grounds In
stead of going by the public highway,
ae usual. I had scarcely more than
crossed the threshold when I ran
nlump Into Constable Gorham. As hr
is rather a favorite with- good Mrs.
Armyroyd here, 1 fancied that he hud
been paying her a visit and was Just
coming away from the kitchen. In
stead, he rather startled me by stating
Up-to-Date Jokes
Some Use After All.
Diminutive Onlookei (after go fee
mak* s his sixth fruitless stroke)—If
ver digs up any wriggly worms, can I
’hv- 'em, guv nor, ’cos I’m goin a-flsh-
!n’.
Attorney—-Have you ever been to this
court before, air?
Witness—Yes, sir! I have been here
often.
Attorney—Ha, ha'. Been here often,
have you? Now. tell the court what for
Witness (slowly)—Well, I have been
here at least a half dozen times to try
and collect that tailor’s bill you owe me.
• * *
The handsome hospital nurse who
married an old wealthy man the other
day was very happy In her reply to a
friend, who asked why she wedded such
a fossil. , _ ,, ,
"I thought I might as well be en
gaged in nursing one old man as a
dozen.”
• * *
She—I sent a dollar to a young wom
an for a recipe to make me look young
"What did you get?”
card saying: ’Always associate
with women twenty years older than
yourself.’ ”
• • •
He: "Shall I bring you an ice while
Miss Yellfort Is singing? Pray take
some."
ghc (a rival of Miss Y.): ’’Thanks,
ro. If I took anything H would be
chioroform."
• * *
Girl: "Are you the man who was
washed ashore from the wreck last
right ?"
"ramp. "No, miss I never was
v. arliefl ashore in my life—nor afloat,
either, for the matter of that."
• • •
"Bertie.” said his mother "what
would you like to give your cousin Wil
lie f< r his birthday 0 "
“I know what I’d like »<> give him '
answered Bertie who had been bullied
by the older boy, "but 1 ain’t big
enough."
The Real Truth
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
Items of Interest
that he had seen something which he
thought bes; ro come round and in
vestlgate. In nhort. that as he was
patrolling the highway he had seen a
man vault over the wall of our
grounds, and, bending clown, dart our.
of sight like a hare. He was almost
positive that that man was Sir Ralph
Droger. Of course, that frightened
me almost out of m.v wits.”
Desires To Do Both.
’Why?”
I here is bad blood between my
uncle and Sir Ralph Droger—bitter,
bad blood. As you perhaps know, my
uncle held tills ground on a life lease
from the Drover estate. That if to
say, so long as he lived or refused to
vacate that lease, no Droger could
oust him nor yet lift one spadeful
of earth from the property.'’
"Does Sir Ralph desire to do
either?"
"He desires to do both. Borings se
cretly made have manifested the fact
that both Bovey coal and native cop
per underlie the place. Sir Ralph
wishes to tear down the Round Hou
arid this building and to begin mining
operations My uncle, who has been
offered the full value of’ every stick
ind stone, has always obstinately r< -
fused to budge one inch or lessen the
lease hv one-half hour. ’It Is for tin-
lerm of life,' he has always mid. ‘an,.'
for the term of my life I’ll hold Uf”
"Oho!” said Cleek; and then puck
ered up his lipe as If about to whistle
To Be Continued Monday.
T
HE real truth, children dear, is
that Sleeping Beauty slept with
her mouth open, and snored
You are always hearing women
talk of the "nameless longing” ' in
their hearts, as if it were something
beyond the comprehension of mere
man. If she is single this nameleus
longing is for a lover, and if she is
married, it is for money.
In the books a woman returns a
letter from a disc arded lover unread,
but in real life curiosity Would arouse
her from a deathbed, if need be. to
break the seal.
In the stories she gives a gulping
sob as she leaves the room after a
quarrel, and he is Gone Out of Her
Life Forever. In real life she has to
go to the shop where he works next
day to buy sausage, and he waits on
her.
The Suffragettes in speech and
pamphlet tell how wives have to ac->
count to their husbands for every
penny they spend. If the men had to
listen to the account of how their
wives spend every penny there
wouldn't be insane asylums enough to
hold them.
(n books a girl's neck looks like
while marble, and those who see it
are driven to writing poetry. In real
life a girl’s neck causes every house
keeper present to make a mental note
to buy spareribe for dinner next day.
In the books a young woman never
mentions “the* de ar old home" without
moist eyes, arid in real life she never
lives in one home longer than five
years. In the stories there is always
a trusted servant, who has been with
the family forty years; in reality no
servant is kept as long as forty weeks.
I rr fiction a poem or song about
“baby’s shoes" will cause a woman to
dissolve in tears, in real life, if the
stork whispers to a woman that he
is going to give her an occasion for-
buying a baby’s shoe, she is mad
enough to bite nails in two.
The books say a great deal about
the "children’s hour,” a period at twi
light when the children climb on
mother’s or father's knee and listen
to fairy stories. In real life*, if father
is a farmer, he is engaged at thi*
poetic period in feeding the hogs and
mother is doing the milking. Or, if
they live in town, he is hanging to a
car strap and she is running to the
delicatessen.
In the books the children gather- at
mother's knee for their good-night
prayers. In the days when every
mother believed in having her chil
dren pray, there were so many chil
dren in the family that they couldn't
have gathered around her knee* unless
her limbs were built like those of an
extension table.
A mixture of castor oil with the white
of an egg lias been recommended for
burns. It allays the pain more quickly
and causes the wound to heal more
rapidly than any other application. The
■ggs are broken and emptied Into a
howl, and the castor oil gradually and
dowly poured in while the are
beaten. Enough oil is added to make a
hick, creamy paste, which Is applied
•o the burn with a feather. The appll
•ations are repeated often enough to
.•revent their becoming dry or sticky,
t is best to abstain from any dressings,
eaving the surface uncovered.
Thrills of a novel kind are promised
for tourists to Sicily if an American ho
tel proprietor can carry out Ills plans
He has bought the site on the summit
( f an inactive but not extinct volcano,
and will build a hotel there A special
feature of the hotel will be an under
ground chamber on the bed of the
crater, with an asbestos floor, where
those who are sated with excitement
can sleep in the expectation that they
may be called at any minute by an
eruption.
In England, where there are no fewer
than 616,000 women dressmakers, there
ere more women workers in proportion
to population than in any other country
in the world.
\ church at Clairefontaine. .France,
founded in the eleventh century, is ot-
fered for sale at the price of 11.00.
I ITTLE Johnny Squlldlg spoiled what
*■ J otherwise would have been a pleas
ant call last evening, and it is feared es
tablished a deadly hatred between the
Squlldlg and Snaggs households.
Mr. and Mrs. Snaggs had, "just
dropped in," and the conversation went
the full range of the weather and the
fashions and the health of the babies ol
the neighborhood between the women,
while the men exhausted the possibili
ties of the baseball season, and had got
well Into politics, when Johnny, who
found the talk uninteresting, asked Mr.
Sr.aggs if he had brought his Addle with
him.
"My fiddle?” replied Hnaggs, in sur
prise. "What fiddle?”
"Why, your second fiddle.”
"My second fiddle? Why. Johnny, I
am not a musician. I have no fiddle. 1
don’t play.
“But papa says you do,” persisted
Johnny
"Johnny, I think you had better go
upstairs to bed," said his papa
"Yes, it's quite time," added Mrs.
Hquildig "Little folks should be seen,
not heard."
But Johnny was not to be gagged in
that style. He went on:
"Papa says you play second fiddle at
your house, and 1 think you might have
brought it with you."
Then Johnny was marched out of the
room By his papa, and his mamma fol
lowed to assist in the subsequent exer
cises, while the Snaggs put on their
things and walked solemnly home with
heads unusually erect and a feeling of
unrest in their bosoms.
LIFE'S STRUGGLE
WITH ILLNESS
Miss Stewart Tells How SI
Suffered from 16 to 45 yeari
old—How Finally Cured.
EUPHEMIA, OHIO.—“Because of
total ignorance of how to care for
myself when verging into woman
hood, and from taking cold when go
ing to school, I suffered from a dis-
I placement,'and each month I had se-
l vere pains and nausea which always
; meant a lay-off from work for two
r to four days from the time I was
' 16 years old.
t 1 went to Kansas to live with my
sister, and while there a doctor told
me of the Pinkham remedies but I did
not use them then as my faith in
patent medicines was limited. After
my sister died I came home to Ohio
to live and that has been my home
for the last 18 years.
“The Change of Life came when I
was 47 years old, and about this time
1 saw my physical condition plainly
described in one of your advertise
ments. Then I began using Lydia E.
Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound, and
I can not tell you or any one the
relief it gave me in the first three
months. It put me right where 1
need not lay off every month, and
during the last 18 years I have not
paid out two dollars to a doctor, and
have been blessed with excellent
health for a woman of my age, and I
can thank Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound for it.
Since the Change of Life is over
I hav* been a maternity nurse, and
being wholly self-supporting 1 can
not overestimate the value of good
health. I have now earned a com
fortable little home just by sewing
and nursing since I was 52 years old.
1 have recommended the Compound
to many with good results, as it is
excellent to take before and after
childbirth."—Miss Evelyn Adeiia
Stewart, Euphemia, Ohio.
If you want special advice write
to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co.
(confidential), Lynn, Mass. Your let
ter will be opened, read and an
swered by a woman and held in
strict confidence.
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