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Married Life the Third Year
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
t ~T rORRIED and depressed, Helen
\iwent in to straighten 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, and where the trunk had
set way. 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 wei 1
('iatFetoc;.«g enough but even more
distressing was thu 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 vislj: she would
probably tell many things that were
not true.
Helen was always keenly sensitive
about what people "might say,” and
q now she could think of nothing but
the unpleasant surmises and com-
y menu that Warren’s relatives would
make.
With brooding anxiety, she put back
her clothes in the bureau drawers
and the closet that she had epaptied
for Alice’s convenience. Resides 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,
fifnd on the back of one of the chairs a
wet towel had been Hung, leaving ths
varnish dulled and whitened.
While Helen was still putting the
room to rights Warren called up from
the office.
”1 won't have time to write that
letter to Aunt Emma,” he announced,
“i-.j you’ll have to write It. And you’d
h Her get it off right away.”
Helen at a Loss.
"Rut. dear, what -hall 1 say?” fal
tered Helen.
"Just say that Alice took 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! J
want it to go out to-night.”
When Helen turned from the phone
it was witti 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-
< Tcoilea.
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
ywas iinally finished.
New York, April 24, 1913.
* Hear Aunt Emmn:
I 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 sav had any effect. She de-
elared if we did rot 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 Alice out.
Rut Warren refused to let him see
h*r.
This so incensed Alice that she at
once began to pack her trunk, declar
ing that she would not stay with us
another night. 1 pleaded and War
ren scolded, but -he would listen to
neither of us. She said she was en-
gagt d to this man and that sin* was
old enough to do as she pleased. I
think you are quite right in reeling
that a man of his agf, and a divorced
man, is most unsuited for Alice. 1
hope you will be able to break it ail
off—but Alice is very headstrong.
I am sending by parcel post some
things she left in her haste. I 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 1 can say
that her visit should have such an un
pleasant ending, but we trust you will
understand that vve did all we could
to prevent it. Sincerely, your niece,
call up Warren and read it to him
over the phone, but she know he
would be tot» hurried and impatient to
listen. So, reluctantly, she took it out
to the mail chute.
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,
Warren’s sister, called up to invite
Alice to a luncheon.
The Answer.
But even more distressing was her
haunting dread of what Aunt Emma
would think and of just what Alice
would tell her. It was Helen’s nature
to worry'—-and over this she worried
herself almost ill.
When the next morning at break
fast she found by her plate a thick
letter in Aunt Emma’s handwriting,
anxiously she tore it open.
Dayton, Ohio, April 27, 1913.
My Dear Helen:
I believe Warren paid for Alice’s
ticket the night she left, and 1
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
1 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
vou 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 til res
it down with a grim:
' Well, that lets uj out! I guess
we're about through trying to help
any relatives. Understand? Your
relatives or .nine—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 wet
that Uncle Henry is the only one of
mv family that's EVER stopped her.
And he was going to a hotel if you
hadn't insisted. I don’t see how you
pan infer that my relatives have
made a convenience of us!”
••Well. 1 said were through with
ALU relatives, didn't 1? And that's
exactlv what I meant. Hereafter if
people want to come to New York
ifor ten days or for one day they
i 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!”
\ Helen was so far
0. ilit this letter that she wanted to
HELEN'
from satisfied
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Do You Know
Thai—
Ethel Barrymore Tells Girls Why
1 rue Modesty Is a
Real Aid to Beauty
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
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On
the stage
I am
my part.
I lose
myself. ’ ’
Ethel Barrymore Says:
It is stupid not to know
how to brintr out your good
points, or to let your pretti-
ness fade.
Brains, brains, 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.
Fve .just one pet theory
two glasses of uold water
mornings and evenings.
Don’t let fat accumulate.
A
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By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
“I
g? FsfciUty of Artists
■ Offers . -’nerior advantages in all
J branches of IV: -fie, Oratory and Lan-
I gruagee. Summer ^'salon begins wtn
| June 1313. For full > formation au-
■***’■ drest . The sretary.
The coming destruction of the Cafe
Anglais in Paris is awakening many
recollections among the older London
ers who used to visit Paris a dozen
times in the year. Forty years ago
the restaurant was famous for its food
and frequenters, who included nearly
every celebrity in Europe. It was then
King Edward’s favorite restaurant in
paiis. always faultlessly conducted, al
though strongly dashed with bohemian-
iam. 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
was 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 K. 8. 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 his boots.
Some Use After All.
Diminutive Onlooker (after go fer
inak's his sixth fruitless stroke;—If
v( r digs up any wriggly worms, can I
• a ve ’em, guv’nor, ’cos I’m goin a-fish-
in’.
S she as pretty off the stage as
on?”—haven’t you often won
dered that about your favor 1 te
star, or even some of the lesser lights
w ho dazzle your eyes with their love
liness ?
I know' one stage beauty who is far
lov|Jier in her little dressing room
than all the glare and tinsel of stage
illusion can make her. Ethel Barry
more’s wonderfully expressive gray
ayes, 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,’ eaid Miss Barrymore. "Beauty
means Maxine Elliott to me. Maxine
Elliott, with her wonderful face ami
figure, and the splendid brain that
animates it all. Brains, brains!—they
are the inspiration and real spirit of
true beauty.
“It is stupid not to know’ how 10
bring out your points or to let your
prettiness fade.
Cold Water for Youth.
"A frilly black ruff back of a iong,
white throat, and a sparkling face
animated by brains, will bring out the
charm of the foreground. If you arc
wishing to look yout prettiest, an.l
look tired anrl drawn instead. Ill“u11
of cold water will bring the becomii s
nus'i of color to your face.
"You know there is nothing im
moral about beauty, though some old
fogies seem to think so. Think of
making laws about the width of
women’s skirts, 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, wl’.o when forced to have
a vice crusade in his wicked town
began by making laws about the
width of women’s skirts, tha'- 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
A
S kin Commissioner General c
the United States, Lysunder
John Appleton occupies a posi-
I lion the Importance of which h. well
J appreciated by his large and steadily
increasing kin-ridden constituency.
It lies within his jurisdiction to de
cide to which side of the warring rac-
I tlon of a family belong the family
jewels and the feather bed. When a
I woman dies, he decides the right of
her children or her husband’s next
I wife to her “things,” that being the
j generic term for petticoats, hair
switches, family albums, the butter
I 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 an immovable
line between kinship and friendship.
"Is a man us near kin to his wife’s
ugly sifter 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
wan he who decided in plain and un
mistakable terms thut a young hus
band’s embarrassment in calling his
mother-in-law "Mother" was not se
rious becaufe of the speedy oppor
tunity that would he 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 acyorded to
Americans who voluntarily exile
l themselves to warring foreign lands—
there has been a disposition to be
lieve that General Appleton was doing
his best.
Therefore, when it became known
that lie was to have a birthday every
one who was awaiting a kin decision
in his, or her favor, decided to pfw-
pitiate him with a gift.
Hut 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 smokes!” was the joyous dis
covery of a woman who wanted a de
cision against her husband's mother.
“He smokes,” rang down the line of
grandparents, fathers, mothers, un-
clt s, sisters, cousins, aunts and all the
in-laws, and everyone rejoiced as a
man. who is lost on strange roads re
joices when he sees a guide board.
The Presents Arrive.
The presents arrived by messenger,
by vanloads, and by carloads. "We
will unwrap them," said his wife, "and
put them around his bed when he
deeps, 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 he saw them. Some were of
< hina, others of cut glass, others of
bromcc. iron, copper, silver and one
man hated his mother-in-law to the
extent of sending one of gold. Thpv
were piled on the dresser and the
chiffonier: they overflowed to tR«
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
‘If you think about yourself yo uwill be self-conscious.”
causes?" The interviewer was laugh
ing too.
"Oh. yes. Women must. * Interest
j yourself in thing outside yourself,
| FOR IF YOU THINK ABOUT
YOURSELF YOU WILL BE HELF-
I CONSCIOUS, AND THAT MEANS
AWKWARD AND UN BEAUTIFUL.
"Now. I am shy." Think of that,
you little blushing girls, whose Helf-
consciout ness 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 I AM my part 1
lose myself. In society I am one of
the guests, and 1 forget Ethel Bar
rymore. But if I am asked at a din
ner to get up and recite; or t 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, 1 have my
husband, my two children, my tasks
and duties The glaring restaurant
life does not bring out contentment,
self-forgetfulness—or a consequent
sweet expression."
"For beauty—brains, modesty, self-
forgetfulness. happy home life and
good taste,” 1 mused.
"Brains cover it all. You have to
be wise enough to bring out your
good points, and to cover your poor
ones until sou can overcome them.
You must have brains, and study to
develop them, if vou want to bo mere
than a pretty picture that people
glance at and forget.”
“Haven’t you some personal beauty
secrets?" I asked boldly.
“1? Beauty secrets?” In a tone of
honest amazement.
"Yes. you Indeed.”
"Oh. no. I study a lot, of course.
I read l!T» book* up in Toronto last
week. I am always reading—-and
studying muPlc*. 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 ,hreatened case of laryn
gitis. "A simple life! Not too much
rich food—high thinking. I’ve just
one pet theory—two glasses of cold
Miter morning and evening. Yhat is
iuch a gentle stimulus to the physical
well-being.”
Lots of Water.
Over on the mantel shelf, next to
the picture of two dear little kiddles,
stood a bottle of mineral water.
“Has that a special medicinal
value?” I asked
"No. I just try to be sure of dear,
pure water. I am nut sure in the
average theater—so 1 drink bottled
water. But I never omit my before-
going-to-bed drink of water.
'fi drink milk. too. Though it is not
■uil'e to take much of that if you are
hreatened with an accumulation of
j pounds. You see. brains come in
! again about not growing fat in thee'
I 'luis of sylphs. DON'T LET FAT
AUUEMULATE. For In the process
of losing it violently you are likely t«.
get a drawn and haggard look. Thai
means you are going to appear old.
Soft facial contours guard against tin
nppfiarance of age."
I looked approvingly at Miss Bari ;*
more's smooth, facial contour and
wonderful skin. She smiled shyly.
“If you know you are thin and ema
ciated—or if you overhear a fat c-reu-
• ure of about 259 pounds net weight
remarking. ‘There e Ethel Barryinor.
at the next table, John. How stout
'file’s grown -dear me, she is stouter
than I am 1 ' why, then, in^ithe.r case
you are likely to become self-con
scioun
"So, you see. 1 have to avoid an
emaciated face and overweighted body
as the modern Scylla and Charvbdis-
and so should al girls
"You see. it Is all a perfect circle
Your sentinel brain' must guard you
against the necessity of self-con
sciousness -and I think that is the
best beauty secret I know."
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
^xSr TE never have supper in this
\/\/ house—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 1 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} wheVe I hoped that some
body would be waiting for me."
"1 knew," said Cleek, gently. I
have heard I he story. It would be Mr.
Charles Drummond, would it not?"
He Was Absent.
"Yes. He was not there, however
something must nave prevented his
coining."
"Hum-ni-! Go on, pleas**"
"Before leaving the house, it oc
ourreil to me that I ought to look into
the laboratory and see if there was
anything my uncle would he likely to
need for te night, as i Intended to gu
straightway to bed on my return. I
did so. He was* fitting at his desk,
immediately under the one window of
which I have spoken ami with hi.*
hack to me. when 1 looked in. H<
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 tjie
covered passage and going upstairs to
make some necessary change?' 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. H was exactly 17
minutes to s 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. J
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.
a>* usual. 1 had scarcely more than
crossed the threshold when I rai.
idurrrp into Constable Gorham. As he
is rather a favorile with good Mrs.
Armyroyd here, I fancied Jhat 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
Attorney—Have you ever been to this
court before, sir?
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 us a
dozen.’; , , .
ghe I sent a dollar to a young wom
an for a recipe to make me look young
••What did you get?”
“A card saying: ‘Always associate
with women twenty years older than
yourself.' "
* * •
He- "Shall I bring you an ice while
Miss Yell fort is singing Tray take
She (o rival of Miss Y.): ‘ Thanks,
no. If I took anything it would be
chioroform.”
* * •
Girl: “Are you the man who was
washed ashore from the wreck last
nigh t?"
Tramp: “No, miss. I never was
washed 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 fcT his birthday?''
“I know what I’d like to give him
answered Bertie, who had been bullied
by the older boy, "hut I ain't big
enourh." •
The Real Truth
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
Bad for Johnny
that he hud seen something which he
thought best to come round and in
vestigate. In chort. that as he was
patrolling the highway he had seen a
man vault over the wall of our
grounds, $nd, bending 1 down, dart out
of sight like a hare. He was almost
positive that that man was Sir Ralph
Droger. Of course, that frightened
me almost out of my wits.”
Desires To Do Both.
“Why?”
There is bad blood between my
uncle and Sir Ralph Droger—bitter,
had blood. As you perhaps know', my
uncle held this ground on a life lease
from the Droger estate. That is< to
say. so long as he lived or refused to
vacate that lea>*e, 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 Houco
and tills building and to begin mining
operations. My uncle, who has been
offered the full value of every stick
and stone, has always obstinately n.* •
•’used to budge one inch or lessen
lease by one-half hour. ‘It is fcfr the
term of life,’ he has alvvavs ^atd. ‘and
for the term of my life I’ll hold it!”’
Oho! said Uleek; and then puck-
• red up his lipe as if about to whistle.
To Be Continued Monda/.
Items of Interest
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 nameless
longing is for a lover, and if she is
married, it is for money.
In the books a woman returns a
letter from a discarded 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
f ienny they spend. If the men had to
isten to the account of how their
wives spend every penny there
wouldn’t he insane asylums enough to
hold them.
In books a girl’s neck looks like
white marble, and those who sec 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 spareribs for dinner next day.
In the books a young woman never
mentions "the dear old home" without
moist eyes, and 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.
In 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 this
poetic period in feeding the logs 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 c hildren 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 ca«tor oil with the white
"f an eftK has been recommended fur
burns. It allays the pain more quickly
and causes the wound to heal mure
apldly than any other application. The
‘KKS are broken and emptied Into a
bowl, and the castor oil Kradualiy and
duwl.v poured In while the eggs are
beaten. Enough oil Is added to make a
'hick, creamy paste, which is applied
o the burn with a feather The appll-
■atlons are repeated often enough to
prevent their becoming dry or sticky.
is best to abstain from any dressings,
caving the surface uncovered;
Thrills of a novel kind are promised
for tourists to Sicily if an American ho
tel proprietor can carry out his plans
He has bought the site on the summit
of an inactive but not extinct volcano,
and will build a hotel there. A special
teat ure of the hotel will be an under
ground chamber on the bed of the
<rater. with an asbestos floor, where
those who are sated with excitement
can sleep In the expectation that they
may be cglled at any minute by an
eruption.
In England, where there are no fewer
ihan G! 6.000 women dressmakers, there
are more women workers In proportion
to population than In any other country-
in the world.
A church at Cl&irefonlaine, Fiance,
founded in the eleventh century, is of
fered for sale at the price of $1.00.
I ITTLE Johnny Squiidlg spoiled what,
^ otherwise would have been a pleas-
ant call last evening, ami it is feared es
tablished a deadly hatred between the f
Hqulldig and Snaggs households.
Mr. and Mrs. Snaggs had "just
dropped In." and the conversation went
the full range of the weather ami 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.
Snaggs if he had brought his fiddle with
him.
"My fiddle?” replied Snaggs, 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.
Squiidlg. “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, ami I 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 She
Suffered from 16 to 45 years
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 w’hen go
ing to school, I suffered from a dis
placement, and each month I had se
vere pains and nausea which always
meant a lay-off from work for two
to four days from the time I was
16 years old.
"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 1
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
Plnkhajn’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 J
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 C. Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound for it.
"Since the Change of Life is ov<«
I hav- been a maternity nurse, and
being wholly self-supporting 1 can
not overestimate the value of good
health. 1 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.”—Mias Evelyn Adetia
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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