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MAGAZINE.
Married Life the Third Year
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
W ORRIED and depressed, Helen
went 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 wan 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 would
probably tell many things 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 brooding anxiety, she put back
her clothes in the bureau drawers
and the closet that she had ejnptied
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 th'd
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,
“so you’ll have to write it. And you’d
better get it off right away.”
Helen at a Loss.
“But, dear, what shall 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
Ume 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 with 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 bedn.
After much chewing of her pen and
many discarded beginnings, the letter
was finally finished.
New York, April 24, 1913.
Dear Aunt.Emma:
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 say had .any effect. She de
clared if we did not take her to the
station she would go alone—so what
< ould 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.
Ion. He came on from Philadelphia
and called here at 7 to take Alice 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. 1 pleaded and War
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 are 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.. 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 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
with this letter that she wanted to
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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 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 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 bo further indebted
to you? The check Warren sent
George the week after the flood
we will return the flrst 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, shovs f ed, 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 Georg**
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 moat
AWFUL letter!” handing it across
the table.
No More Relatives.
Warren read the letter and threw
it down with a grim:
“Well, that lets us out! I guess
we're about through trying to help
any relatives. Understand? Your
relatives or mine—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 hero.
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
ALL relatives, didn't I? And that's
exactly what I meant. Hereafter if
people want to come to New York
for ten days or for one day they .1
put up at a hotel. From now on
they’re going to And it pretty blamed
hard to work us! I guess one lesson
along this line will be just about
enough!”
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Do You Know
That™”
Lthel Barrymore Tells Girls Why
True Modesty Is a
Real Aid to Beauty
r .&
Ethel Barrymore Says:
Tt is stupid not to know
how to bring 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.
I’ve just one pet theory-
two glasses of cold water
mornings and evenings.
Don’t let fat accumulate.
/ ,«■«&;:8s?
‘•‘On
the stage
I am
my part.
I lose
myself.”
A.
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
{{ S sh^ as pretty off the stage as
I S sh^ as pretty
on?”—haven’1
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. Tt was then
King Edward’s favorite restaurant in
Paris, always faultlessly conducted, al
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
was ground for belief In the story that
it neve A 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. hut 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.
’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?
T 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 mo to talk about beau
ty,” said Miss Barrymore. “Beauty
means Maxine Elliott to me. Maxine
Elliott, with her wonderful face and
figure, and the splendid brain that
animates It all. Brains, brains!—they
are the inspiration and real spirit of
true loeauty.
“It is stupid not to know how to
bring out your points or to let your
prettiness 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 are
wishing to look your prettiest, and
look tired and drawn instead, plentv
of cold water will bring the becoming
flush of color to your face.
“You know there is nothing im
moral about beauty, though soma old
fogies seem to think ho. 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 these things, so men
won’t need to come out of their
sphere and agitate about them,
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
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. CARBIDE.
A S kin Commissioner General of
the United States, Lysander
John Appleton occupies' a posi
tion the Importance of which is well
appreciated by his large and steadily
increasing kin-ridden constituency.
It lies within his jurisdiction to de
cide to which side of the warring fac
tion of a family belong th, family
jewels and the feather bed. When a
woman dies, he decides the right of
her children or her husband’s next
wife to her “things,” that being the
generic term for petticoats, hair
switcher, family albums, the butter
knife, the hot water hag 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 as 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
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 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 accorded to
Americans who voluntarily exile
themselves to warring foreign lands—
there has been a disposition to be
lieve that General Appleton was doing
his bust.
Therefore, when It became known
that he was to have a birthday every
one who was awaiting a kin decision
in his, or her favor, decided to pro
pitiate 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 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-
cks, sisters, cousins, aunts and all the
in-law.\ and everyone rejoiced as* a
man who 1» lost on strange roads re
joices when he sees a guide board.
The Presets 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
fleeps, 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
China, others of out glass, others of
bronze. Iron, copper, silver and one
man hated his rnother-ln-law to the
• xh-nt of sending one of gold. They
were piled on the dresser and the
chiffonier; they overflowed to th*»
chairs and covered the floor and the
bed — NINE HUNDRED AND SEV
ENTY-FOUR ash TRAYS
Cleek of the Forty Faces
Ey T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page A Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“W-
“If you think about yourself yo uwill be self-conscious.”
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 UNBEAUTIFUL.
"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 I 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 df 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 an.d
bard work will.
“This brings me to the beauty of a
happy home life. Now, I have my
husband, iny 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,” I mused.
“Brains cover it all. You have to
be wise enough to bring out your
good iKiints, and to cover your 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."> books up In Toronto last
week. I am always reading—and
studying muslic. 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 threatened Vase of laryn
gitis. “A simple life! Not too much
rich food—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 kiddles,
stood a bottle of mineral water.
“Has that a special medicinal
value?” I asked.
“No, I just try to be sure of clear,
pure water. I am not sure in the
average theater—so I drink bottled
water. But 1 never omit my before-
going-to-bed drink of water.
“I drink milk, top. Though It is not
‘rcife ;<► take much of that if you are
\hreatened with an accumulation of
pounds. You see, brains come in
again about not growing fat in these
days of sylphs. DON’T LET FAT
A(’< T M PLATE. For in the process
of losing it violently you are likely to
get a drawn and haggard look. That
means you arc going to appear old.
Soft facial contours guard against th*
appearance of age.”
I looked approvingly at Mis* Barry
more’s smooth, facial contour and
wonderful skin. She smiled shyly.
"Ityou know you are thin and ema
ciated—or if you*overhear a fat crea
ture of about 259 pounds net weight,
remarking. ‘There’s Ethel Barrymore
at the next table, John. How stout
*he’s grown—dear me. she Is stouter
than I am!’ why, then, in either case
you are likely to become self-con
scious
“S.i, you see. I have to avoid an
emaciated face and overweighted body
as the modern Scylla and Charybdis—
and so should a!, girls.
_ “You see, it is all a perfect circle.
\ our ‘sentinel brain’ must guard you
against the necessity of self-con-
8ciousnes*8—and I think that Is the
best beauty secret I know.”
E 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 i had had a hard day of it, I
decided to go to bed early, after hav
ing firK 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. *1
have heard the story. It would he 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
tile laboratory and see if there was
anything my uncle would be likely to
» need for te night, as I intended to g<
’ 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 and with hi-
back to me. when I looked in. Hi
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 sn
time in getHng to the trysting place, I
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,
ud usual. I had scarcely more than
crossed the threshold when I ran
plump Into Constable Gorham. As he
is father a favorite with good Mrs.
Armyroyd here, I fancied that he had
been paying her a visit and was just
coming away from the kitchen. In
stead, he rather startled me by stating
that he had seen something which he
thought best to come round and In
vestigate. In fc’hort, that as he was
patrolling the highway he had seen a
man vault over the wall of our
grounds, and, bending 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."
Cerires To Do Both.
"Why?”
“There Is bail blood between my
uncle and Sir Ralph Droger—hitter,
bad 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 lease, no Droger could
oust him nor yet lift one spadeful
of earth from the propfrty.”
“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-
I" r underlie the place. Sir Ralph
wishes to tear down the Round Hous*e
ami this building and to begin mining
operations. My uncle, who has been
offered the full value of everv stick
and stone, has always obstinately re
fused to budge one. inch or lessen the
lease by one-half hour. ‘It is for the
term of life,’ he has always .‘•'aid, ‘and
for the term of my life I’ll hold it!’”
“Oho! said Cleek; and then puck
ered up his lipe as If about to whistle.
To Bo Continued Monday.
’5?
iTRUGGLE
Up-to-Date Jokes
Some Use After All.
Diminutive Onlooker (after golfer
makes his sixth fruitless stroke)—If
yer digs up any wriggly worms, can I
’ave ’em, guv’nor, cos I’m goin a-flsh-
ln\
Attorney -Have you ever been to this
court before, sir?
Witness—Yee, sir! T 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 he 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?”
“A card sayfng: ‘Always associate
with women twenty years older than
yourself.’ ”
* * *
He- “Shall I bring you an ice while
Miss Yell fort is singing? Pray take
She (a rival of Miss Y.): “Thanks,
no. If I took anything it would be
chioroforni.”
* * *
Girl: “Are yon the man who was
washed ashore from the w’reck last
night ?”
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 for his birthday?”
"I know what I’d like to give him,
answered Bertie, who had been bullied
bv the older boy, "but I ain't big
The Real Truth
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
f | MIE real truth, children dear, is
I 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 alter a
quarrel, and he Is Gone Out of Her
Life Forever. In real life she has V+
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.
In books a girl's neck looks like
white marble, and those who see it
are driven to writing poetry. In real
life a girl’s neck causes qjvery house
keeper present to make a mental note
to buy spareribs for dinner next day.
In lhe 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 be
is going to giv.* 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 hogs and
mefther 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 unles;,
her limbs were built like those of an
extension table.
A mixture of castor oil with the white
of an egg has been recommended for
burns. It allays the pain more quickly
md causes the wound to heal more
rapidly than any other application. The
*ggs are broken and emptied Into a
bow!, and the castor oil gradually and
Jowly poured in while the eggs are
beaten. Enough oil is added to make a
hick, creamy paste, which is applied
• the burn with a feather. The appli
cations are repeated often enough to
'revent tf, efr becoming dry or sticky,
f Is best to abstain front 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
if 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
th< se 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
are more women workers In proportion
to population than in any other country
in the world.
A church at Clairefontaine, France,
founded in the eleventh century, is of
fered for sale at the price of $1.00.
T ITTLE Johnny Sqnildlg spoiled what ,
^ otherwise would have been a pleas- '
ant oall last eve ning, and It is feared es- •
tablished a deadly hatred between the f
Squildig and Knagg.n 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 oi
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, 1
am not a musician. \ 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.
SqulMlg “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 I think you might have
brought it with you.”
Then Johnny was marched out of the
room by bis papa, and his mamma fol
lowed to assist in Jhe subsequent exer
cises. while the Snaggs put on their
things amj walked solemnly hump with
heads unusually erect and a feeling of
unrest In their bosoms.
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 when 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
ltf ye^trs 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 I
was 47 years old, and about this time
I saw my physical condition plainly
described in one of your advertise
ments. Then 1 began using Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound,, and
I can not tell you or any one the
relief it gave rne in the first three
months. It * put me right w’here I
need not lay off ^very month, and
during the last IS 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 have been a maternity nurse, and
being wholly self-supporting I 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.
I have recommended the Compound
to many with good results, a.s it is
excellent to take before and after
childbirth.”—Miss Evelyn Adelia
Stewart, E up hernia, 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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