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By DOROTHY DIX 1 OFTEN think that mothers are the worst press agents on earth, and that they do far more to queer their daughters’ fortunes than they do to boost them Practically every woman who has girls is on a still hunt for husbands for them She wants to see them married off and settled In homes of their own. with their shopping tickets assured for life To this end she attempts to present her daughters in an attractive light to the masculine eye. and it Is the blunders that she makes In this direction that are so appalling and so pathetic, for nine times out of ten Instead of casting h rosy halo about the girl, mother suc ceed# in robbing her of whatever charms she has For instance, the other day J was at s dinner given in honor of a woman from the Middle West and her very i pretty and attractive daughter. There were several delightful young men pres ent who were just beginning to get their j feet well planted on the ladder of sue- , cesa. and any one of whom would have bean a good match for the girl, for they wore all men with futures But mother calmly announced: “Ma bel told them all at home that she was going to New York In search of h millionaire, and that no pikers need ap ply ’’ Possibly the speech wan intended as a Jest, but It was an expression of a desire so sordid, so mercenary, so vulgar that It fell like a wet blanket over the entire company, and. push it aside as we might, none of us could see the girl as anything but a miserable lit tle fortune hunter, willing to sell her self to the highest bidder Left Her Alone. "That lets us out. doesn’t it?” one of the young men said with a scarcely veiled sneer to the other men, "we can’t qualify In the millionaire class by about $999,999 75.” Furthermore, not one of the young men who was invited to the dinner to meet this girl paid her the slightest at tention while she was In the city, al though they would have liked her and been nice to her. and made her have a good time had it not been for her moth er's assertion that she was in search of a husband with money. The girl’s moat malicious enemy could not have done her a worse turn than her mother did by her idiotic speech. Nor is this type of mother rare. I have known hundreds of women mar ried tp men In moderate circumstances »ho made no bones of proclaiming to any one they knew that they didn’t in tend that their daughters should marry peer men and have, to work and econo- i Ize as they had had to do. A mother of this sort Is as good a scarecrow to keep suitors away from her daughters as human ingenuity can Invent. The man who has his own fortune to make certainly does not want to marry the daughter of a woman who had not the courage to do her part in assisting her husband, nor the affection to make her feel that It Is a privilege to help bear the burdens of one you love, so the level-headed man, who wants a wife who will be a helpmate instead of a hindrance, keeps away from girls that l ave been brought up by Buch a mother Nor does the man who has money yearn "t> marry a girl whose mother has :aught her to look at his check hook be fore she looks at the man. Even a mll- • ualre likes to think that he was mar- ed for himself alone, and that the woman would have said “yes” Just as lickly whether he had offered her a iarlem flat or a Fifth Avenue mansion Another mother who Is a hoodoo to daughter Is the woman who brags >out how helpless her daughters are. nd how tenderly she has reared them. 1 never let Mamie be wakened In the morning I always let her sleep until 10 or J1 o’clock, until she feds like get ting up.” "I always keep everything that is unpleasant from Gladys. She’s oich a sensitive nature I feel she must be shielded.” “Sadie couldn't sew on a button to save her life. I always do that for her. She really doesn’t knnw how o hold a needle In her hand “Gwen dolyn has never put her foot Inside of the kitchen scarcely. She couldn't boll water without scorching It. 1 don’t want my daughters to work as long as I can keep them from It. There’ll be plenty of time for them to learn *to cook and «ew after they g**f married.” L THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS A Novelizaiion -sj the Successful Play of ini Same Name Now Running in New York Insane Talk. These are familiar utterances of moth ers and daughters, and with daughters at they are anxious to marry off, too. -»’t that an insane line of talk to hand out as a recommendation for wives? As well had a clothing salesman say to a man, “Sir, I’d like to sell you this suit of clothes whitfu I can conscientiously recommend to you as a misfit that you will regrei taking if you do take It -to the longest day you live It’s true It’s pretty and good to look at, or at least t will be good to look at until It fades, which will be soon, but It’s utterly no (•count, and useless, and It will rip and (ear at the llrHt strain, for It hasn't got one thread of genuine wool In It, and It’s shoddy through and through, because the woman who made If made It that way.” What Inspires any woman to think hat a man that's got sense enough to he out of a feeble-minded Institute would deliberately marry a girl who has been trained to be lazy, and selfish, and In competent, and worthless, and who Is neurotic To boot, passes comprehension. Hut mothers go about advertising these lisiuallfleations for wifehood In their laughters, and then are surprised be- tu«e they have a lot of old maids left n their hands. Another Mistake. Then there are the mothers who think that the way to catch husbands for their daughters Is to pile finery they can’t af ford on the girls’ backs They think that attracts men, whereas It scares men off When a sensible man sees a poor girl dressed like a millionairess he sets her down as heartless, selfish and frivolous. He says to himself that she’s working her poor old father to death to get good clothes to flaunt .herself about In, or she’s going In debt for them, or she's willing to starve the family to adorn herself, and none of that for him, thank you. He wants something in a wife with more to it than a fashion plate. • >f course mother means #well She’s doing the best she can to boost daugh ter, but she doesn’t understand her business as a press agent because it never seems to occur to her to say that Sallie 1s a nice, strong, healthy girl, who knows how to work, and Isn’t afraid of i.* and Is ready to help any young man that she falls in love with hustle for a fortune. Yet that's the dope that would to with men. prjrp' 7 q " Cl Jr \ >»■ #!*•• '* v*" ‘1 ' *' ' N W3 i jy ) >1: s “Jove!” cried Gustavus. "The sight of an angel flying through the air does improve t,>.3 prospect of heaven, and almost makes a chap wish he deserved Rut, alas! Madame, you must come down to eerth and occupy yourself suitably here by sitting where I can look at you—without troubling myself to move. For I am extraordinarily comforta ble—considering the state of my bank account.” Daysey Mayme and b By FRANCE8 L. GARSIDE ler ] Fol ks r HE vender of fruit who Is a stu- I dent in that gentle art of dupllc- **- ity which has for its object the ocrviiaser of something which fs not as it seems, puts a rose-pink net over a basket of green peaches, and, lo, the net gives the fruit the tint of per- fe«t1r,n the purchaser seeks, and he T»U JTS. Perhaps those who are students In human nature will Rome day discover that the widow s veil In a similar man ner covers the imperfections of the woman underneath It tones down that which is immature and harsh, and throws the softening Influence of sorrow over blemishes that would stand out In uncompromising unattractiveness were the woman a spinster. Wouldn’t Put It Off. In no other way could Daysey Mayme Appleton account for the manner In which men are attracted by widows. The life insurance left by the Dear De parted may sometimes allure, but statis tics prove that men are not governed • ntirely by mercenary motives, the spinster with an inheritance of ten thousand dollars standing only half the chance to wed of the widow whose hus band netted her half as much It Is as if the woman who marries gets the habit, and Daysey Mayme, who had hoped to he a widow in her next reincarnation, concluded not to put It «»rf that long; she would get the habit now. All she needed was a veil and a grave; the former was within her means, tnd the latter would cost nothing "There are always graves lying around lnelaimed," said Daysey Mayme. “1 What Has Gone Before. Having hacked heavily the peace of Europe Nathan Rothschild Is discon certed to And that Napoleon tias burst forth again, and all the bank er’s outpouring of gold for national development in England will be en dangered The hanker hastens to Waterloo. There are the English, who have guaranteed to him that the peace of Europe shall be maintained. From a height above the field of bat tle Rothschild sees the whole of A *. Rothschild sees that the wealth of the world lies in London, his for the taking If he can be first on the ground with the news of the battle He hurries to l.ondon. and next morning appeared on the Exchange. That night he went to bed $10,000 000 richer. Seven years later a great banker left Vienna, another Naples, another F’arls and another London, and trav eled to a little old house in Jews’ Lane, In Prankfort-am-Main. It was a gathering of the house of Rothschild, l’ernaps some king was very hard pressed for money. '‘Lit tle Jacob” opposes Solomon’s^jpn to marry Charlotte off to tho # .i®ke of Tauntis. He Is backed up Wx Ulu Gudula. Now Go on With the Story. will go C lut to the cemetery and adopt one.” All of which explains why Daysey Mayme Appleton passed through the ites of a cemetery one m lornlng. wear- Do You Want White Skin ? I DLE wishing never yet changed an ugly com plexion Do something Find the remedy. There Is a rem edy for every evil. If you have a very dark, coarse, swarthy looking akin TRY Dr. Palmer’s Skin Whitener There la no doubt whatever about lta marvelous whiten ing effect upon a dark, sallow complexion, and It makes the skin aoft and clear. Of course you won’t believe this unless you try It. But one box will show you how easy It la to improve your complex ion. 26c postpaid anywhere Good agents wanted in every lawn, Write for ttrmi. FOR SALE BY All Jacobs’ Stores And Druggists Generally. Ing a widow's veil and carrying a basket f plants and flowers. “Grief Is so much more attractive when new." she murmured, selecting a rave only recently made, and weeping over It with one eye, and using the other like a real widow to gaze at a man at work In the next plot. As a gentle tribute to the spinster- > od from which it had given her means of escape she planted a border of old maid, ami was putting In a row of bach elor’s buttons down the middle when she felt a sudden grasp of her shoulder hat jerked her to her feet. Gets Patched Up. “What do you mean, you brazen thing?” screamed a woman In her ears, 'by planting flowers on my husband’s grave? What was he to you?” shaking her between every word. In the weeks that followed when Dav- et Mayme was being patched up in a vospital. she told In her delirium of try- ng to plant flowers, though she planted cods of suspicion instead, and raved of how the man in the next plot came the aid of the real widow and took her i his arms. This seemed to hurt worse than the fractured head and broken ribs “There is no use In a spinster ever trying to beat a widow to It.’’ she moaned. The Right Place. Parson—Do you know where little boys go to when they smoke” Boy—Yes; up the alley KODAKS ”TM Bwt Finishing and Enlarg ing Thnt Csn Ba Produced. Eastman Film* and com- plc*p at-x* amateur wppltaa. Quick mat! sendee for out-<y-t»wn customers Send for Catalog and Pries List A. K. HAWKES CO. K D ° e °A* 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Qa. By KATHRYN KEY. Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even ing Journal Publishing Company. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Evelyn was eighteen and a Princess —and a very pr.etty girl, so one would i naturally guess that her life was a matter of sunshine and roses, as she I sat idly on a great stone bench in the Garden of Hedges at Neustadt Castle. % The golden sunlight tillered in cool shadows through the great box hedges that towered above the fountain of the little broken-armed Cupid; on the sun-flecked grass at the girl’s feet lay the gold-haired owner of the castle, her handsome young cousin, Gustavus, the reigning Duke of Taunus. But that was only a temporary arrangement, and alas and alack for Evelyn, Cupid of the broken arm had a clever left hand and a trusty bow! So in the pretty Princess’ great brown eyes there was a wistful light because Gustavus* position at her feet was a temporary affair, as she knew all too well. But the little Princess believed in being happy while she might, and as the cousins sat there waiting for the return of Count Fehrenberg, who had gone to Frankfort to persuade the hankers there to bolster up the fallen fortunes of Duke and Duchy with a loan of 12,000.000 florins, the girl ev erted all her youthful charm, and tried to forget Madame St. Georges, the favorite of the moment, who was merrily swinging against the back ground of green and gayly tormenting her "Court High Swinger,” Baron Seulberg. “You Must Come Down." “Jove!" cried Gustavus. “The sight of an angel flying through the air does improve the prospect of heaven, and almost makes a chap wish he de served— But, alas! Madame, you must come down to earth and occupy yourself suitably here by sitting where I can look at you—without troubling myself to move. For 1 am extraordinarily comfortable—consid ering the state of my bank account.’ This was added in a lower tone as he raised dashingly tender eyes to I the little cousin, who tried to accept I calmly the intrusion of this angel on • her brief idyll. Better, she thought, 1 'hat Fehrenberg should return now i and discuss the details of those tire some business arrangements than that ! she should have to listen to Gusta vus' complimenting "that" woman! ’ And Evelyn never # guessed how Fell-' renberg's mieion was to terminate her j day-dream. Jew's Lane is —• eiy Lrvin the Castle of Neustadt -and pretty Char lotte, with her family millions, is a more dangerous rival than Madame Georges can ever dream of being. Fo, Evelyn, your smile of relief when tlie red-coated lackey announces “Count Fehrenberg” little presages your feel ings at the drama in which \<*u are so soon,to be called to take your part. Of course, every cfae was all impa tience to hear Feiirenberg’s news; for the State must sbon meet large lia billties, and the treasury was in a sadly empty condition. But Fehren- berg’s first tidings were calculated to startle rather than to cheer. • • • What, Have You Done? In eager Impatience the Duke asked "What have you done, Fehrenberg?” Perhaps in his great wallet the Count had concealed vast sums of money. Fehrenberg was so clever, nothing was Impossible where he was con cerned. Fehrenberg answered: "I have In vited the Frankfort Jews to lunch with you to-day. And they are com ing.” There was a very expressive silence for a few moments. “They are coming here—to lunch— to-day? Heavens!”* The Duke strug gled to grasp the magnitude of this strange departure from the custom and feeling and precedent of centu ries. Five Jews from Jews’ Lane to lunch with the reigning Duke of Tau nus! But royal blood must fit one to face any situation. “Seulberg." said the prince, "may I ask you to give orders to the steward to be ready for the caravan when it arrives?” "And now. you poor devil, you must have had a miserable time yesterday. Tell me all about it." "I was far from miserable. First the walk through Jew’s Lane was in teresting. 1 met stranger persons- than I have ever encountered elsewhere.” answered Fehrenberg thoughtfully. "And here our great court bankers have their home— here they always meet when they have important ventures to discuss. 1 think the* must consider us a mat ter of grave concern, or they would not have come from the four corners of Europe to consider us." He Has a Pretty Daughter. (’"'tavus laughed. "You lay too ir % . stress on the importance of sa g a duchy, Fehrenberg. This f'j|w gathering would have been caMl in any case to discuss the new barony. Was Solomon from Vienna there, and what did he have to say? 1 knew him—he has a very pretty daughter." “He seems to be their leading spirit but he said very little, though his manner was cordial.” "Oh. yes." said the duke, little dreaming that the man he ,was so idly discussing had already perfected plans for annexing a greater title than "barin." "Oh, yes. Solomon's manners are so serenely easy and as sured that they almost appear to be good. But nothing matters so that we get what we want from them.’’ And Gustavus did not reckon how very much these clever bankers might want—from him. "I invited them here, so that we might the more easily get ‘what we want’ from them. They will feel out of their element in Neustadt. and not quite sure of themselves perhaps. In their own offices they have us at a disadvantage. But here—who knows what may be accomplished?” A Very Clever Prophecy. Which was. indeed, a very clever prophecy on the part of Count Feh renberg. "What we propose to accomplish. Fehrenberg. is to set these Jews to work at their proper business finan cing a reigning prince.* But you said you had invited the ladies of the family. How many are there?" "The pretty girl, whom it pleased your highness to remember." As if. indeed, Gustavus ever was pleased to forget a pretty girl! "And the moth er* Frau Gudula. A very genuine old woman—I admire her." Gustavus reflected a minute. Here was a position calling for a bit of clever diplomacy. "Dear Evelyn,” he said, "you know that I am in great difficulties about money. Will you help me?” Evelyn’s great brown eyes grew lustrous. She had known that the coming of Fehrenberg would spell some good for her. "Gustavus, if T can help you ” “You can if you will overcome your one fault. Perhaps, dear, you were born a century too late. You are conservative, old-fashioned, maybe.” The girl’s bright face faded from a rose glow to a gray* twilight of color, and Gustavus, who never failed in his perception of the feminine mood, added: "But that is, after all, the fashion i most admired.” I Am Very Different. "But I am very* different from Madame St. Georges.” ventured Evelyn. "And yet she is delightful, too—-In her way." "I could never amuse you as she does,” mused the girl, but with world- old guile, she leaned very clofce, her white throat pulsing softly, her white arm close, ('lose to Gustavus on the old gray stone bench. The duke glanced idly toward the swing where Madame St. Georges had found an other “court swinger” in Count Fehrenberg. Then he raised his cousin’s little pink palm and kissed it very gently*. "You could interest me as she could not. And I think you can do some thing for me that, no one els£ at all could do. My Frankfort friends are going to put my money difficulties right for me. and you can help me greatly by being polite to them.” "Of course I will,” said Evelyn, softly. "That is so little to do for you. Gustavus. "Thanks kind little cousin." Gus tavus kissed the little hand again. A Coach Has Arrived. "A traveling coach has Just ar rived.” called Fehrenberg. The duke smiled a bit cynically at the eager girl by his side. "The Frankfort ers! Your duties begin promptly, Evelyn! ” But it was not the Frankforters at ail. for Instead of those simple folk, the lackey announced. "Their High nesses the Prince of Klausthal Agor- da, the Princess, the Canon of Rouen.” Even Gustavus was shaken from his reserve and from "kingly dig nity,” and exclaimed in dismay; "That old High and Mighty and his retinue—to meet a family of bankers. What on earth will happen? I must go to them—” But it was too late for any diplo matic measures; for the garden was already taken possession of by a stately and magnificently attired man of 50. followed by a beautiful young woman in her early thirties, and by a black-robed canon. “My dear Gustavus,’’ said the man. with much ceremony, "we were told you were in the garden, so we came to you quite without ceremony. You will forgive us?” It is most kind of you,” said RuP tavus. But he as visioning one of the least successful luncheons that had ever graced the halls of Neustadt. On the Way to Paris. “We are on our way to Parle .o live there all the rest of our days.” cried the Princess in great excitement "But we could not pass your castle .without stopping to wish you good bye.” "A brief visit—for 1 have business to attend to in Frankfort this after noon. You see. I have abdicated. I have seen too much to enjoy playing at being a King any longer or. my petty throne. I was in Paris when they got rid of their good Louis.” “But—” The Prince did not propose to stop to < onsider amazement at his move. I am not afraid of the same proc- Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. es9 being applied to me. But I have watched the growth of a common democratic strain in this age with which I have no sympathy or pa tience. Oh, soon there will be no lasses In this world. All barriers are being removed. And the horror of it all is that the barriers go down at the hands of those rulers who should prefer to perish rather than sacrifice their privileges. For example—the Emperor in Vienna has lately enno bled a family of bankers. He has actually created barons from the Jews. Now, what do you say f o that?” “Lunch With Me To-day.’’ Gustavus had found the situation sufficiently embarrassing before It was so clearly defined, but this ©ra^ lion and the sound'of a postillion s horn just at the close of It made him feel as if the power of words was a very inadequate thing. “You can imagine what we are coming to,” concluded the Prince with a flourish. “My imagination is thoroughly oc cupied w*lth the anticipation of what is about to happen when those very barons of whom you speak so feel ingly appear upon the scene, as they will surely do at any moment. They have accepted an invitation to lunch with me here to-day!” The Princess of Klausthal-Agorda rose in great agitation. Every little fluted ruffle on her traveling gown of soft gray taffeta was aflutter in in dignant amazement. To lose a throne and to be compelled to lunch with these Jewish bankers all in one day was too much for any pretty aristo crat. Join the bourgeoisie at once and be done with it, she thought. Poor, guilty Feherenberg! “I fancy we heard their coach just now,” ho said in tone of great deprecation. Gustavus addressed the agitated Princess: “I trust that you will not feel obliged to run away?” The Prince was quite equal to the occasion: “No! No! I have business deal ings with these people and intend to see them In Frankfort. I have never had the pleasure of meeting them— socially. But it will be convenient— and interesting to me—to see them now*—away from their natural sur roundings We will.' gladly stay to luncheon.” And there was nothing else for the wife of the Prince of Klaus»thal- Agorda to do: so she acquiesced with w hat grace she could summon. To Be Continued Monday. Up-to-Date Jokes Fellow Passenger—Pardon me; your necktie has been sticking out for some time I refrained from telling you sooner because those young ladles seemed so much amused. Farmer—Thankee; an’ the oil from that lamp has been droppin’ on that ight overcoat o’ yourn for the last ten minutes, but every one seemed so tickled hat I hated to spoil the fun. • • * Murllla- Who is that gentleman you introduced me to a little time ago? I didn’t catch his name.” Millicent—That is the distinguished poet, Mr. Scrawler. % Murllla—Indeed! Now I understand why he seemed hurt when he asked me who was my favorite poet and I replied “Shakespeare.” • • • “What has become of the big man who used to beat the bass drum?” asked the private of the drum major. "He left us about three months ago." “Good drummer, too. wasn't he?" “Yes. very good: but he got so fat that, when he marched he couldn't hit the drum in the middle." H ELEN’S brown broadcloth suit, In w*hich she had felt so well- groomed all winter, seemed suddenly shabby and dusty as she came out In the bright spring sun light. Although she had brushed It be fore starting out, she stooped over now and with her gloved hand shook the front of the skirt, and brushed one of Pussy Purrmew’s hairs from her sleeve. The things that look so well all winter are apt to look disconcert ingly shabby on the first bright spring day. And Helen felt uncom fortably shabby as she took the car at the corner and sat down in the only vacant seat by a woman in an assertively new light gray suit. As she took out her carfare, even her brown suede gloves looked con spicuously dark and dusty beside the fresh gray kids that held, with -in air of superior daintiness, a gold- meshed bag. The air^was quite chilly In spite of the bfflll&nt sunlight. yet the brow*n suit seemed suddenly much too warm and too heavy. The reali zation that spring la far advanced and that she has no spring clothes Is a dismaying one to any woman Helen had started out to get the material for an afternoon gown, something in foulard or some soft summer silk. It would take her two w*eeks before she could get it made, and she needed it now. She left the car and hurried 1n to McCormick’s. The store was crowd ed, and the silk counter the most orow’ded of all. There was no chance of being waited on for some time. But Helen was glad of the opportunity to look over the many silks displayed on the counter and draped on skirt forme over the shelves. She had read and seen enough of the new* spring fabrics to know they were gayly col ored. but In McCormick’s display to day the colorings w*ere riotous. Had Nothing Else. Just w*hv American women should wear barbaric hues because there has been a w*ar in the Balkans was not quite clear to Helen, and she had no intention of making herself conspic uous for any such freakish fashion. But when the clerk was free to w*ait on he.r she found they had al most nothing In quiet colorings and , small designs. “Everything’s large figured and bordered this season, he informed her. “Then haven’t you something from last season that is more quiet! ff “We never carry anything over, haughtily, with a glance that im plied she must be a most peculiar person to want anything from last season. _ , , There was nothing to do but try some other shop, and Helen hurried over to Gordon's. But the crowd around the silk counter here was even greater than at McCormicks and the display of colorings and de signs fully as spectacular The counters were covered wltn a confusion of holts, which the over- rushed salesmen had not had time to put back. As Helen glanced over these she started joyfully. Here at last was just what she wanted-—a dull pastel blue foulard with a tiny indistinct white figure. The bolt was underneath several others, but on the exposed end was marked the width and price—“42 In. $3 00 ” It was more than Helen want ed to pay, but all the silks were high this spring, and she was so relieved to find something quiet amid this glaring effulgence of color that the words “Six yards of this, please.’ hov ered on her lips. She looked impatiently up and down the counter, but every clerk had a customer with two or three others waiting. Her chances were just as good with the clerk nearest, her. A woman w*ho had been w*aiting for this same clerk now got up from the seat beside Helen with an audible: “Well, 1 can’t wait any longer.” Helen quickly took the seat, glanc ing up at the clerk to remind him she was next. But the customer he was now serving, an excessively stout woman, with huge dangling pearl earrings, was plainly taking her time. “No this isn’t quite what I wanted,” as she held up a fold of green and red flowered foulard. “Haven’t you something else in these same shades but not quite so dark?” The Fat Woman. “I’ve showed ""you everything we have, madam. answered the clerk with an unmistakable note of weari- ness. “Well, let me see that piece w*1th the purple figure again. No. that isn’t the one I meant,” as he drew out a bolt from a dozen or more others he had evidently been show ing her. "Didn’t you show me some thing with a purple figure on a red and orange ground? Yes, that’s it,” throwing an end of the silk over her arm and viewing it complacently. Helen gasped as she pictured this ponderously fat woman in a dress of that silk. “I suppose those colors are fast? I expect to wear it at the seashore— you don’t think the salt air would fade it?” The clerk gravely assured her t.hAt the colors were fast. “How wide is this? You said six yards would be enough, didn’t you?” “That’s 42 inches, madam. Six yards is what we usually sell, but perhaps,” apologetically, "you might require a trifle more." "This light is so poor to judge colors by,” after another ten minutes hesitation. "Could you take these to the window?” The colors were raw and glaring enough to be seen in any light, yet the clerk patiently took the three bolts out In the aisle. Helen knew now that her chances for being waited on would be better with any other clerk, but she was curious to know just how much more of this clerk’s time this woman would have the presumption to take. “Well, this isn’t quite what I want —but I suppose I’ll take it,” she mur mured at length, reluctantly. "You’re quite sure you haven’t anything you haven’t shown me that T might like better?" “Madam. I’ve shown you every piece of foulard In stock,” helplessly. “Well, **ix and a half yards of this, then.” in an injured tone that implied she had been hurried to her decision Helen gave a quite audible sigh of relief. The clerk measured off th* silk and took out his scissors. "Oh, w*ait—just a moment! Before you cut it—just let me see this other piece again. I wonder after all if I wouldn't like this better? Yet I don’t quite like that striped, effect. There was one here very much like this without that— Oh. here it is. Now, if I could see this in the light." i Helen knew that If she had been that clerk she would have screamed. Rut the clerk, with an imperturbable face, took the bolt to the light, brought it back and gazed expressionless into space, while the woman began again to pull over all the other silks. “You didn’t show me that, did you?” pointing to a* piece the clerk next to them was showing. “That’s taffeta, madam You said you wanted only foulard.” "Well, of course, if I can’t get what I want in foulard I may have to take taffeta. Let me see what you have, anyway.” By this time Helen felt that she herself wanted to shriek, yet with a perverse curiosity she was deter mined to see it through. ) With divine patience the clerk now brought out bolt after bolt of taffeta. When he finally said "That is all we have in taffetas, madam,” she again > w*ent back to the foulards. To have room to show the taffetas he had put some of the foulards away. These he got out once more. "Well, I really don’t think any of those are exactly what I want. But you can give me a sample of this. And yes—I’ll take one of this, too. Oh, , thank you.” And she walked off serenely. f With the same expressionless face the clerk turned to Helen. "I’ll take six yards of this, please.*' The astonishingly brisk curtness of Helen’s voloe was due both to her tenseness and to a perverse desirs to emphasize the swiftness of her decision. She hoped the other woman heard her. "Yes. madam,” In grateful appre ciation as he pulled out the bolt. But to Helen’s horror, when she saw the other end, she discovered that it had a aix-incji border of glar ing greens and yellows. Was Thinking Fast. She gave a little gasp and stared at It in dismay. “Oh, wait, just a moment!” am th» clerk started to measure It oft. Was there a faint mockery In hi* glance as he looked up? "Have you anything like this with out a border?" Helen asked, timidly. "No, madam; but I will show vou what we have ” Helen was thinking very fast. She had seen all the other silks as he had shown them to that woman— and there was nothing among them. She could take this and cut the bor der off! The clerk had placed before her several bolts and was now watch ing her with the same, lack of ex pression. Plainly he was expecting another siege. Perhaps It wan this that goaded Helen into saving quick ly, almost defiantly: "No, you needn’t show me anything else You may give me eight vards of this instead of six. I'll cut off' the border.” . measured off the lengths and held the scissors for a moment, as 1 though expecting her to stop him again. Then, with a triumphant he ran ,hpm through the silk. . ^ * le ^ w0 extra yards had cost her six dollars, but she had the silk she wanted And after that woman had spent three-quarters of an hour and then taken only samples, it was al-‘ most worth six dollars tit be able • i say in two minutes: "I’ll take eight yards of this.” * amom ? r > t later Helen paid for the silk and walked out of the was ' n ' , t h a pleasing sense of conscious superiority. Cubist Models. “Well,” said the artist’s wife ‘Tm glad on one account that Reginald nag become a cubist.” “Why is that?" her friend asked. . ® he making more moftey than he did while he was painting real pic tures? "No; he really Isn't making as much, but formerly he had to hire girls to act as his models. Now all he needs Is a pile of kindling wood." Primeval Reproach. Adam and Eve were leaving the Garden of Eden. "It’s all your fault," said Adam. "It Isn’t, either," replied Eve. It s your fault. You ought to have had us put under civil service so we couldn't be turned out.” HOWTHIS WOMAN FOUND HEALTH 1 Would Not Give Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound for All Rest of Medicine in the World. TTtlca, Ohio.—"I suffered everything from a female weakness after haby came. I had numb' spells and was f dizzy, had black spots before my eyes, my back ached and I was so weak I could hardly stand up. My face was yel low, even my fin ger nails were colorless and I had displacement. I took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound and now I am stqut, well and healthy. I can do all my own work and can walk to town and > back and not get tired. I would nof give your Vegetable Compound for all the rest of the medicines In the world. I tried doctor's medicines and they did me no good.”—Mrs. Mary Earlewlne, R. F. D. No. 3, Utica, Ohio. Another Case. Nebo, 111.—“I wag bothered fbr ten years with female troubles and the doctors did not help me. 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