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! t is> s 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 Watch Your Grow Lighter D O you want a fairer com plexion? If you have a very dark, sallow, coarse skin, and you want to make it clear and soft and fairer, use Dr. Palmer’s Skin Whitener and watch the result. It is marvelous and it works quick ly. You can not realize what it will do until you have used it. Try it. 25c postpaid anywhere. FOR SALE BY All Jacobs' Stores And Druggists Generally 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. r y 4 « 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 *7 v 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. New York DentaS Offices 28i/ 2 and 32y 2 PEACHTREE STREET. Over the Bonita Theater and Zakas’ Bakery. . $3.00 . $4.00 All Other Work at Reasonable Prices. Gold Crowns . Bridge Work -