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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 Watch Your Complexion 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 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!” (Faculty of Artiste _ Offers superior ad vantages In all I branc lea of Music. Oratory and Lan- ■ guag<s. Summer Session begins 9th ■ June 1913. For full information ad dress. The Secretary, cbtree and broad Sts^, ATLANTA, GA. 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. % **• ; ij§, ■* Over the Bonita Theater and Zakas’ Bakery. New York Dental Offices 2Sy 2 and 32Vi PEACHTREE STREET. Oi Gold Crowns . - - Bridge Work - . . $4.00 .All Other Work at Reasonable Prices,