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BEAUTY SECRETS OF BEAUTIFUL WOMEN
Effie Shannon Tells Why Twenty-five Years of Work Has Only Made Her Younger
Their Married Life
By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.
By MAX.
M ARCH 25.—1 had thought con
stantly this morning of our
evening with the widow at the
station last night;* of Jack
Spencer’s evident infatuation: of the wav-
in which he monopolized her, and the
possessive manner in which he took her
to the train, though I had hoped to have
that privilege; of Sally Spencer's only
alf-concealed distress, and of the wid
ow’s triumphant look when she left us.
She is an unscrupulous woman. So
many women who are fascinating are.
and she holds a grudge against Mrs.
Spencer because of the efforts Sally
made last winter to prevent me from
marrying.
All this made me uneasf, and know
ing Jack to be weak, just as T am weak
and just as all men are weak, I felt an
-.•prehension that was almost womanish.
I was not surprised during the morn
ing to get a telephone message from
Mrs. Spencer to come over for a little
“plain talk," she said, and it was with
a decided feeling of relief that I as
sented.
He Walked In.
With the privilege granted an old
friend I did not stop to knock when I
reached Mrs. Spencer’s door, but walked
in unannounced, making my way to a
certain little sunny sitting room where
she always spent her mornings making
up her household accounts, sewing,
writing letters and engaged in similar
little tasks which take up so much of
a methodical woman’s time, and which
we men neither can comprehend nor ap
preciate.
She had been engaged in running a
ribbon through some dainty lace-trim
med garment, but it had fallen un
noticed to the floor beside her, and with
her hands lying idly on her lap she was
gazing intently through the window-.
I stepped behind her and looked over
her head to see what so engrossed her.
The window commanded a view of my
back lawn and the picture at w-hich she
gazed was so pretty I did not wonder
at her absorption. Richards had placed
a little table on the lawn, and Manette
companionship of his peers, and baby
talk does not satisfy me. 1 get down
to Manette s size every hour in the day,
and when evening comes and she has
gone to bed I long for the companion -
Lip of one who talks my own lan
guage. And," growing more emphatic
because of the look of disapproval In her
eyes, “It is a longing that the society
of men doesn’t satisfy, and as good and
patient as you and Jack are with me,
letting me come over here every even
ing to forget my loneliness, it is a crav
ing that even the companionship of two
such good friends can’t gratify. Oh.
Sally, you are a woman, and a woman
never understand*!"
was
giving
Hart it
a dinner party, with Sarah
eyed pup and two kittens as her guests.
The dolls were sitting bolt upright in
their chairs with faces so lacking in
expression that they looked like real
society ladies; the two kittens on one
side, not so well bred, were lapping
cream from tiny saucers on the table,
and the pup, on the opposite side, was
harking so fiercely it became necessary
for Manette to pause while feeding a
doll on her lap to pacify him by stick
ing a cake in his mouth. His anger
at the kittens, plainly because of their
111-breeding, could not be choked ofT by
cake, and we looked and he gave one
bound across the table, the kittens fled
without asking to be excused, and
sought shelter up the' nearest tree with
the pup at their heels.
I am proud of Manette for many
things, and one is that she seldom cries.
With her tea table upset and her tea
party broken up. she did not give a
howl like most babies, but dropped the
doll baby and ran after the pup. Tomp
kins caught him before he had caught
the kittens and restored him to Ma-
nette’B arms, who punished him by put
ting him to bed in a doll buggy. There
he lay, with his head on a pillow, his
brown eyes making a plea for pardon
and his pink tongue hanging out.
She Weeps.
“Does life offer any greater pleasure
titan that?” I said to Mrs. Spencer
when she had turned around and found
me there. Then I noticed that her eyes
were filled with tears.
•'Max.'' she said, drawing up a chair
for me. '‘that," looking to where Ma
nette was tying a doll bonnet on the
pup’s head, preparatory to taking him
for a ride, "is all there is in life worth
while. The love men and women have
for each other Is only a means to hap
piness. and that Is never attained unless
there Is a child.
“Your home, though you are a bach
elor. Is happier than mine because of
the presence of a child. I tell you, Max,
you don't know how well off you are."
"But," I argued, feeling that In some
Indefinable way 1 was put on the de
fensive, “there are lonesome moments
even when there is a child. I am a man
grown with all a man's longing for the
A Suggestion.
“No,” she said sadly, “a woman never
understands. Ami a man never under
stands either, and here we are. tied to
gether for life, and neither understand
ing the other. If. is a wonder we are as
happy as we are. You have no wife to
‘understand’ you," a little sarcastically,
"and I have a husband who doesn’t
'understand' me. but you have a child,
and are better off than I."
"If you feel that way about it, why
don’t you adopt one? There's Sarah
Rae, for instance. I have an Idea her
parents would be glad to give her
away."
She paid no heed to what I had said,
but gazed out of the window with her
mind so far away that her eyes took
no note of the efforts Sarah Rae was
making to hold the pup in the doll
buggy while Manette dragged it back
and forth on the garden path.
She turned toward me very suddenly.
"What Is Mrs. Brown’s address?”
"But why—” I stammered.
"I Intend to ask her here to spend a
week,” she replied.
“Sally," I said, “you are mad. If Jack
is infatuated with the widow, why do
you want to make his infatuation worse?
She is gone. He will never see her
again, and why, for the Lord’s sake,
f ive him a chance to play with fire by
avlng her here?”
"You say a woman never under
stands. You are wrong; it is your sex
that is stupid.''
“But—” I began. Then I decided it
was no use. There is never any use of
arguing with a woman, so I pulled a
notebook out of my pocket, copied Hrs.
Brown's addrees on a card I found on
the table, and handed It to her without
a word.
"By the way. as if she had almost
forgotten it: "Margaret Hill is com
ing also."
Margaret Hill! The girl I asked to be
my wife, but who refused me when she
learned there was a breach of promise
suit pending against me. The good lit
tle Puritan, who was so good she was
too good! I am sure my face showed
my surprise.
A Bitter Cry
"I tried to tell you at the station
last night," she continued, "but you
were so absorbed Ita the coming of the
.T/.1. ♦ A ban, mA '
widow- you refused to hear me
"Max." abruptly changing the subject,
“is a man’s love ever won for all time?
I won Jack Spencer’s love when I was a
girl twenty years ago, and I have been
engaged in trying to keep it won ever
since. I sometimes wonder”—a little
bitterly—“if the love of a husband Is
worth the struggle a woman must make
to hold it. It is fight, fight, fight, all
the time; a fight to retain my personal
charms, a fight to keep him interested,
a fight to forget myself In satisfying
every longing he may have, physical,
mental or spiritual; a fight to give him
just so much of myself that he will never
know satiety and will always want more,
a fight to keep him from the clutches
of that Other Woman, always standing
like a threatening phantom in the back
ground; and then, when I have his love,
what do I possess? Something about as
lasting as a soap bubble, and never
worth the price!”
“Look here, Sally Spencer.” I said in
real alarm, for this was so unlike her,
“you arc getting morbid, and 1 won’t
stand for it. Come with me," draw
ing her from her chair, and leading her
to the door.
Five minutes later we were highly
honored guests at the table of Sarah
Rae, who was hostess this time, each
holding a kitten and a doll as a special
mark of honor.
But is that so, T>iary, what she said
about the love of man?
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T IE “Everybody’s Doing It” of to
day is—trying to look young. Pow
der, pencil, patches, paint—art and
artifice—these are the methods most of
us accept; and these methods are all
wrong; they “gild the surface" and
scarcely deceive the most casual ob
server.
But there is a way to be so young
and charming In spirit that the years
creep on as friends, rather than ene
mies. There is a secret of eternal
youth—and Effie Shannon knows it.
After a quarter of a century on the
stage, Effie Shannon stands before us,
slender, vibrant with life, magnetic and
lovely, with the beauty of a clean-cut
cameo. DELICATE, DAINTY EFFIE
SHANNON HAS BEEN A WORKER
FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. Think of
that, you little girls who fret lest your
days of toil cheat you of youth and
make you old before you have crossed
life’s threshold! .
As the curtain falls on the evening-
hushed rose garden in “Years of Dis
cretion” at the Belasco Theater. Miss
Shannon is happily echoing her lover-
husband’s. “It is wonderful to be old."
IT IS WONDERFUL TO BE OLD. IF
YOU HAVE THE INNER SPIRIT OF
ETERNAL YOUTH—like Effie, of the
play, and the charming woman who
portrays her.
In the close intimacy of the dress
ing room. Miss Shannon is absolutely
fresh and untouched by time, and yet
she calmly said: “I am glad I am not
young any more. Think of all the
experience—the richness and fullness of
life that I know. Think how high
my spirit has fed. Do you think I’d
give any of it—any line on my face—
and retrace the years, and have a
pretty mask with no background of
life and feeling?
“Then to you true beauty is expres
sion, is it not?” I asked.
Beauty Is Expression.
t with tight shoes on? TIGHT 'SHOES
TORTURE YOUR MIND AS WELL
AS YOUR FEET. And ‘five pair* of
garters' strapping you down firmly
you could not feel In tune with life
Sou would feel only pain in this
world full of l>cauty you woulVl be
conscious only of a body painfully
striving for fashionable contours. Good
corsets, shoes that fit, suitable clothes,
they will, when properly adjusted and
selected, help you give the impression
of youth. But they are the lesser aids.
“Youth is a matter of spirit and feel
ing, you know. Feel young. think
young eager thoughts; love life in Its
fullness of work and play and joy and
sorrow.
“But to be beautiful, you must be
young in spirit—not in years. TIME
AND EXPERIENCE AND FEELING
MUST CHISEL A FACE TO MAKE
IT REALLY BEAUTIFUL; THE SPIR
IT OF KNOWLEDGE MUST ILLUMI
NATE BEAUTY TO MAKE IT LOVBr
LY AND PERMANENTLY ATTRAC
TIVE.
"Express your own true self always
better and better—and then it is
‘wonderful to be old’—for your spirit
will be gloriously young, and your
SPIRIT WtL T MAKE YOU GLOW
WITH THE FIRES OF ETERNAL
YOUTH.”
And as Miss Shannon’s voice, vibrant
with imagination and sympathy, alight
with feeling, and truly expressive of
her own rare self, brought me her mes
sage, I knew l had heard a vital
truth. Youth is deeper than powder
and paint and clothes—Youth is Soul.
“Yes; true beauty IS expression—
and to acquire beauty or to accent it,
a woman must have imagination and
sympathy.
“I never can sufficiently emphasize
imagination and sympathy. Cultivate
them—they are a woman's greatest
friends. They give a deeper meaning
to loveliness, and they veil plainness.
"Imagination means dreaming—seeing
deep into life and interpreting it. Sym
pathy means being in tm*e w?th all of
It.
“And as the years pass, a woman
becomes more and more capable of
them. So why should not a woman
who cultivates these qualities become
lovelier with the years?”
“ ‘We must cultivate our garden
Do you remember that quotation? You
seem to live It.” I said.
Her lovely illuminating smile lit
Miss Shannon’s face. “I do remember
—‘The Beloved Vagabond’ said it—
and women who value their great
gift, beauty, must cultivate the flowers
of imagination and sympathy in the
garden of mind and soul. And live:
Live life in fullness. Remember you
are an individual—a separate soul and
learn to be your true self. Don’t you
think that will insure a beautiful ex
pression—deep, tender eyes, a sweet
mouth and a happy soul to illuminate
he face?*’ asked the charming star ear
nestly.
Beware of Fat.
“I do, indeed,” I replied. “We all
must cultivate our gardens. But how
about uprooting the weeds—fat for
instance?”
“Fat is a noxious weed," laughed
Miss Shannon. “Girls must never get
fat if they want to be beautiful.
People do eat too much in New York
—in all the big cities where dinners
and teas at home or in the restaurants
are occasions. Beware of too much or
too rich food!
“I will tell you how simply I live.
Breakfast: Tea, toast and a bit o*
fruit. Luncheon—nothing. Not a bite.
Dinner I have at five every day—and
it is a very simple meal. After the
play I have a simple supper, too. if I
am hungry. One needs to see people
to keep in touch with life—to have mo
ments of gayety and absolute self-for
getfulness—to be with friends. After
the play happens to be my free time.
So I go to simple little suppers and
njoy them.
"Food Is not the only practical con
sideration in connection with keeping
bin. A very important one is;
DON’T TAKE NAPS. Those little
afternoon sleepy times are dangerously
fattening—and life is too short to sleep
away. Keep buay—keep doing things,
and you will grow in strength, but not
In beauty-destroying pounds."
“Suppose all else failed to give you
the modern ‘straight silhouette,”
would you wear painfully tignt clothes
and shoes as you do in the play in or
der to be young and alluring,” I asked?
“NO!” said the graceful star em
phatically. “Who could be charming
Helen, from a Box, Looks Down Upon Warren at a
Banquet at the Astor-Ritz.
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
I T was just 9;30 when Helen, in an
evening gown and long white wrap,
hurried down to a taxicab.
“The Astor-Ritz," she called to the
driver as she gathered her chiffon skirts
about her white satin sllppors and
stepped in.
To be whirling through the streets
alone at 9:30 was for Helen a new
sensation, and always self-conscious,
she dreaded arriving at the Astor-Ritz
unescorted.
It was the night of the annual dinner
of the International Fraternal Society.
Mr. Jennings had invited Warren to the
dinner and had given him a box tteket
for Helen. Rhe was supposed to ar
rive about 10. to sit in a box over
looking the banquet hall and listen to
the speeches.
With a fluttering heart she left the
cab and ran up thf- awning-covered
! steps of the Astor-Ritz. Keenly con
scious that she was alone, she hurried
j through the lobby to the nearest ele
I vator.
At the entrance to the balcony of the
banquet hall the doorman took her
ticket and escorted her to one of .the
boxes in which were already seated
three beautifully gowned women.
Below was the banquet hall with a
long speakers’ table at the end. and
countless smaller tables crowded so close
“Prisoner at the bar.” declaimed the
learned Judge, “your offense is of such
a nature that, if you plead guilty, 1
will let jf>u off with a fine.’’
“Pardon me,” and the prisoner’s coun
sel popped suddenly up from his seat.
“Before we plead guilty. It will be nec
essary for us to know exactly how much
the fin® will be."
“But this is unprecedented, sir!” ex
claimed the Judge warmly. “You can
not bargain with the Court."
“Well, it may be a little unusual.
Your Honor," replied the lawyer, “but
I am sure, when you learn the full cir
cumstances of the case, you will entirely
agree to my proposition. Yon see, the
prisoner is in the possession of $60; my
fee Is $50. and so we cannot afford to
plead gullty r If you insist on fining him
more than $10."
Miss Effie Shannon in Two Charming Poses.
“BE SURE TO BURN LOVE LETTERS”
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
D ON’T keep love letters.
Unless you are receiving them
from your own wife or husband or
your fiance, you might better keep a
box of dynamite in your kitchen or in
troduce an infernal machine Into your
household than to guard a package of
love letters.
Let them perish in their own fires as
soon as absorbed by the eye and heart.
If your engagement is broken, even
though one or both swear never to mar
ry, nevertheless It Is worse than folly
to keep the letters exchanged during
the existence of tender relations
Fate plays such strange pranks with
us all. Your lover may some day be
President of the United States, or your
sweetheart the'wife of a great celebrity,
and unnecessary pain and annoydno* en
sue from the unearthing those old
letters by some accident.
Burn them, I say, burn them!
VERY FOOLISH.
TT Is one thing to have your husband
* or wife tell you of an early rehearsal
of Cupid’s drama before you met. It is
another to encounter the love letters
written during that period -which seem
to your exacting heart more realistic
than the role you have been engaged to
play for life.
Sometimes a sensible moral being is
suddenly swept off his feet by a tidal
wave of passidn.
Sometimes he is safely landed on shore
by a happy turn of the wind or by the
life-saving crew of Providence.
He hides his bruises, and no one knows
of his brief disaster—unless he carries
about with him the incriminating let
ter.
Oh. the folly of it!
BURN THEM ALL.
IT is no easy task, however, to bum
* or destroy, a letter that is dear to
you. A genuine love letter breathes the
very fragrance of the writer's soul. Who
capable of understanding the grand pas
sion has not felt the keen sense of pleas
ure that was twin to pain at the sight
of the beloved one’s handwriting? Where
is the man or woman so stolid or com
monplace who has not at some time
kissed the page whereon a dear hand has
rested and then hidden It near the heart
whose accelerated throbs welcomed its
approach?
And who of deep feeling and wide ex
perience has not at some time felt his
own heart scorching with the parcel of
letters he tossed upon the coals?
But human hearts have a Phoenix-like
propensity for rising from their own
ashes, strong with new life and caj>able
of new emotions. I>et there be no ac
cusing records of the old.
I>et the dead bury its dead
However it hurts, whatever It costs,
burn your love letters.
that the waiters could hardly pass be
tween. It was a brilliant scene—the
lights, the flower-decked tables, the
high, glided ceiling and gleaming chan
deliers.
Helen’s first impulse as she leaned
over the red plush railing of the box
was to find Warren. But It was not
easy to locate any one in that great
crowded hall, with all the diners in
evening dress, and each with a white
carnation in his buttonhole.
Not Warren.
Was that Warren with his back to-
! wards her at that table by the pillar?
! 8he leaned forward eagerly, but as she
• aught a glimpse of the man's side
face her searching glance swept on to
j other tables.
The waiters were just bringing on the
dessert—a pinkish ice in tall slender
glasses. There were many things in
the table appointments that Helen was
eager to notice, but she could not be
content until she had located Warren.
Then suddenly she saw him at a table
near the center. Why had she not seen
him at once? Surely no one else looked
so distinguished!
If he would only look up! But he was
talking to the man at his right. He
had promised to look for her around 10
und it was that now. but he kept on
laughing and talking, not even glacing
towards the boxes.
The waiter had just placed before him
his frozen ice and refilled his wine glass.
Then Helen saw that every one et War
ren's table was drinking champagne.
Home of the other tables had cham
pagne. some had claret, and at a few
there were no wine glasses at all.
Warren was looking up now! He was
glancing toward the boxes! He saw
Helen and waved his napkin.
Helen flushed with pride as the other
women in the box turned to look at her.
In spite of their expensive gowns and
Jewels Helen felt certain that their hus-
ands were not at handsome and dis
tinguished as Warren.
The waiters had now all lined up by
the door, each Carrying a tray plied
nigli with small white boxes—the din
ner souvenirs. At a sign from the head
waiter, they filed in and out through the
’ables, leaving a white box beside each
plate.
Had the diners been women, they
would have Instantly opened the boxes,
but the men seemed hardly to notice
them. So Helen's curiosity was not
gratified.
The Dinner Over.
At length the dinner was over The
waiters began carrying out the dishes
and the pink-shaded candles, most of
which had burned out. The orchestra
that had been playing in a balcony
above the boxes now stopped.
The chairman at the speakers' table!
-ose and rapped for order. Helen won-j
.lered why he was chairman
Cleek of the Forty Faces
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday. Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“I knew her the instant I entered
the house; and. remembering the
Chanticler dress with its fowl's-foot
boots, 1 guessed at once what those
marks wduld prove to be when I came
to investigate them. She must have
stamped on the ground with all her
might, to sink the marks in so deeply
—but she meant to make sure of
the claws and the exaggerated scales
on the toes leaving their imprint. I
was certain we should find that dress
and those boots among her effects;
and- Mr. Narkom did. What I wrote
on that pretended telegram was for
him id slip away into the house
proper and search every trunk and
cupboard for them.
“What's that? No, I don’t think
they really had any idea of incrim
inating Sir Roger Droger That
thought came into the fellow's mind
when you stepped out and caught
him stealing away after the mur
der had been committed. No doubt
he. like you. had seen Sir Ralph
practicing for the sports, and he sim
ply made capital of it.
“The main idea was to kill his fa
ther and to destroy the will; and. of
course, when it became apparent that
the old gentleman had died intestate,
even a discarded son must Inherit.
Where he made his blunder, however,
was in his haste to practice his ven-
triloquial accomplishment to prevent
your going into the Round House and
discovering that his father was al
ready dead.
He ought to have waited until
you spoke, so that it would appear
natural for the old men to know with
out turning who it was that had
opened ihe door. That is what put me
on the track of him. Until that mo
ment I hadn't the slightest suspicion
where he was nor under what guise
he was hiding.
"Of course, I had a vague sus
picion even before I came and saw
her that ‘the cook’ was in it. Her
readiness in inventing a fictitious
gypsy with a bear’s muzzle coupled
with what Nippers had told me of the
auimal marks she had pointed out,
looked a bit fishy; but, of course, un
til I actually met her nothing really
tangible began to take shape in my
thoughts.
“That’s all. I think And now good
night and good luck to you, Miss Ren
frew. The riddfl* is solved; and Mr.
Narkom und I must be getting back
to the wilderness and to our ground
floor beds in the hotel of the beautiful
stars! ’’
THE END.
haired regal-looking woman. She was
undeniably beautiful. Her gown of
white lace was cut strikingly low, and
there were strands of pearls about her
throat and in her hair. Helen was not
often Jealous, but somehow she felt
suddenly plain ami poorly gowned be
side the striking loveliness of that
woman.
The speaker finished now and sat
down amid much applause. He bowed
repeatedly, not seeming to realize that
the applause was only an expression of
relief that he was through. Again the
chairman rapped for order.
This time a United States Senator
was introduced. To Helen’s relief he
had no notes, his voice was deep and.
booming, and he was plainly used to
talking on his feet. But his ranting
eloquence was just words—empty
phrases. He had nothing particular to
say and was merely “orating."
Warren, who loathed after-dinner
speaking, and who rarely attended big
dinners because he would not be bored,
was becoming restive.
"How many more of these guys do we
have to stand for?” drawing from his
pocket the dinner menu, on the back of
which were the names of the speakers.
“Suffering cats! FOUR more? Well, I
guess not! We’ll cut it and make for
home.”
“Oh. dear, wed better wait a little
longer! It'll look rude to leave so early.
Mr. Jennings will think we didn't en
joy It.”
“Guess he's bored stiff, too. Why in
blazes don't they have some live talkers
instead of ringing in a lot of dead
ones?”
If the speech of the eminent sociolo
gist had been long, the Senator’s seemed
Interminable, He boomed on with high-
sounding phrases about "The Achieve
ments of the Nineteenth Century
The Splendid Strides of Civilization
The Advancement of Society,” and
something about “Shining Orbits in the
Sky of Future Progress Blazing in
Front of the Jeweled Crown of an Un
conquerable Race.”
Every one was becoming impatient
and restive, even the chairman had his
mallet poised as though anxious to rap
it, but still the Senator kept on shout
ing his oratorical phrases.
Missed the Souvenir.
“Gosh, that fellow loves to hear him
self talk,” growled Warren. “He's good
for another hour yet. Come ON!"
“But dear, we nn^t wait—we can’t
leave while he's speaking," whispered
Helen.
“Like to know why we can't? Here’s
where'1 get out!"
“And I didn't get the souvenir I
didn’t even see what they were!" be
wailed Helen, as Warren hurried her
out through the crowded corridors of
the Astor-Ritz.
“Souvenirs!" with a contemptuous
sniff. “Well I wouldn't have stood for
any more of that duffer’s speech for
dozen souvenirs. I’ll wager he’s spout
ing there yet.”
r 'Yes. he WAS tiresome,” Helen ad
mitted. sinking back in the taxicab with
a sigh of relief. Then laughingly,
"Dear, if you ever make an after-dinner
speech, don’t begin by saying you ‘feel
honored to address so distinguished a
gathering.' And don’t—PLEASE don't
use a lot of fine phrases that mean
nothing."
“Huh," snorted Warren. 'Cdon't you
Worry! If ever I make a puftlic speech
rlf have something to say, and I'll say it
blamed quick, and have gumption
enough to Hit down when I'm through.”
KANSAS WOMAN
WHO SUFFERED
From Headache, Backache,
Dizziness and Nervousness,
Restored to Health by
Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound.
Lawrence, Kans. —“A year ago I was
He wa-i suffering from a numberof ailments. I
small and insignificant with a thin voice
that did not carry After some tedious
remarks which no one could hear, he In
troduced the first speaker of the even
ing. Dr. Olony, an eminent sociologist.
Helen loaned forward with eager
terest. The speakers were all proml-i
nent men, and she felt thir addrasen
would be well worth hearing But Dr. j
Olony began with the usual trite pre-|
limlnary remarks about it being "an
honor to address so distinguished a|
gathering. Then to Helen's dismay he
produced a formidable manuscript andj
^receded to read It.
always had pain and
was irregular. Dur
ing the delay I suf
fered a great deal
with headache,back
ache, dizziness, fev
erish spells, nervous
ness and bloating.
I had been married
nearly three years.
I took Lydia E. Pink-
ham’s Vegetable
Compound and now
I feel better than I have for years. I
(everybody sal back resignedly After[ recommend Lydia E . p in kham’s Vege-
the first few moments Helen did not'
table Compound to all who suffer as I
conversation. ^ Mrs ' M - ZeuNER, 1045 New Jer-
Burns, Mont. — ** Lydia E. Pinkham’s
her kept up a running — —~ T
Several men had now come up to fhe,® e y Street, Lawrence, Kansas,
various boxes to sit with their wives' Montana Woman’s Case,
and friends. The eminent Dr. Olony was!
still reading in a monotonous voice.
Helen's glance never left Warren for Vegetable Compound cured me of awful
long, and now she saw him push back haekarhe which I had suffered with feu-
his chair and leave the table. He looked oacnacne wmen l naa sunerea witn ror
up and nodded. He was coming up t<. months. I was so weak I could hardly do
her! my work and my head and eyes ached all
he en < tered h fhe^ox'and"took the cha'ir the time - Your Compound helped ma
beside her in many ways and is a great strength-
“Oh, dear, it’s very interesting." hap- pnpr
•it o/l nno> that ab. or ia o ntltb tw.v CI1CI.
ily excited now that „he wax with her 1 always recommend it to ray
how wonderful he looked-how dis friends and tell them what a grand med-
1 romiiy he<1! Her ey<58 r€flted on hini icine it is for women. You may use my
' r< 'HoUen speaker.' he grumbled. £ or the Z 00 * of Others.’’-Mrs-
nan ought to be mobbed for reading a JOHN r RANCIS, Bums, Montana,
speech at a dinner like this. What peo , e T j- r tv i u *
pie want Is short pointed addresses ot Ine makers of Lydia L. xinknam s
say—five minutes. That boob’s beer. Vegetable Compound have thousands of
^“Oh, dear, you didn't bring me your BUC ^ letters as those above they tell
souvenir, l wanted so much to sec the truth, else they could not have been
th "Korgo. the blamed thing Get it fo . obtained for love or money. This med-
you later. Wonde. who that stunning Icine is no stranger —it has stood tha
woman is in that box over there?" test for years
Helen followed his glance to the dark-
Do You Worry?
Tom Powers, Ihe Famous
Cartoonist, Has a Scream
ingly Funny Feature in The
Sunday American
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