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THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS
A Nooeilzation of the Play of the Same Name Now Running in New York.
Natural History Lessons
No. I ---The Hook W orm
By DOROTHV DIX.
: Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women :
How Girlish Willet Kershaw Employs Simple Methods to Retain Her Natural Loveliness
“What is the nature of the security you could offer us?’’
By KATHRYN KEY.
Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even
ing Journal Publishing Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Instinctly Jacob had come closer
to Charlotte. He knew well what was
this "busineps” they were about to
discuss.
“My nephew will take care of her.”
.said Solomon firmly, “your'presence is
’not necessary here. We know your
views.” And Solomon never guessed
the riot of feeling beneath Jacob’s
.calm exterior—nor what that feeling
'might threaten to his own well-laid
plans.
“Will you come with me?” Jacob's
teoice thrilled with all the tenderness
he must never put into words.
“But you are quite sure you ought
not to be here?”'Charlotte asked.
Jacob looked with all the stern
fatalism of his race, at the men who
were to gamble with a girl’s happi
ness, then he turned with gentle ten
derness to his fair-haired cousin.
“Quite sure,” he said.
Charlotte shyly held out her hand
to her cousin. and the Duke caught
the other hand in his own, and as he
softly voiced his 'An revoir” he put
his lips again to that little right
» hand.
’ Was It an Omen?
Was it an omen that as Jacob drew
the girl away down the long shady
alley of the great .hedges, he held his
cousin's left hand? And who cau tell
what the little Princess Evelyn
thought as she watched this other
pair of cousins strolling beneath her
tGwer window?
The Duke stood at the great hedge
gate and watched the little white
figure until it was dim and far. There
was a long pause. Even Solomon
hesitated to speak, when Dame Fate
•howed such remarkable ability to
plav his game for ml.
At last Duke Gustavus broke this
silence so fraught with meaning for
him: “If you plese. gentlemen”—
"Your Highness." said Avschel.
hopefully; “you are quite 'are you
wouldn’t rather have lun.h earlier
and talk business afterward?"
The Duke was a bit amused; “O,
no!" aaid he
’’Oh, well, It was only a suggestion."
But just at this hungry juncture,
luncheon seemed more essential to
our country gentlemen than financing
all the reigning princes in the em
pire.
Solomon spoke: "Your highness, we
have considered the question of a
loan to you. May I ask how you
purpose to Invest such a sum as SI2,-
000,000 florins?”
”0, we shall find good use for it,
.you may be sure. Speaking gener-
. ally, I shall devote it to the improve
ment of my circumstances."
Gustavus’ tons showed the airiest
amusement at his own bankrupt con-
dtton. Why trouble himself? Was
s not the place of Providence and
bese very Jews of Frankfort to see
hat royal treasuries do not collapse
.or lack of proper support?
“Now, supposing that our firm
would advance such a sum as you
suggest,” said Solomon, what is the
A WHOLE FAMILY MEAL
FOR 5c.
A 5c package of Faust Spa-
lietti will make a whole meal
>r a family of five. And it will
e a real meal—nutritious, tasty
[Unsatisfying.
A" 5c package of Faukt Spa-
hetti contains as much nutri-
on as 2 lbs. of beef. It is a glu-
nous food—gluten is the food
intent that makes bone, muscle
ad flesh.
You have no idea how tnany
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What Has Gone Before.
Having: backed heavily the peace of
Europe Nathan .Rothschild is discon
certed to find' that Napoleon has
burst forth again, and all the bank
er's outpouring of gold for national
development in England will be en
dangered. The banker 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 it.
Rothschild sees that the wealth of
the world lies In London, his for the
taking if be can be first on the
ground with the news of the battle.
He hurries to London. 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
Paris and another London. and trav
eled to a little old house in Jews’
Lane, in Frankfort-am^Iain. It
was a gathering of the house of
Rothschild. Perhaps some king was
very hard pressed for money. “Lit
tle Jacob’’ opposes Solomon’s plan
to marry Charlotte off to the Dike
of Taunus. He is backed up by Frau
Gudula. The Duke makes love to
Charlotte.
Now Go on With the Story,
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nature of the security you could
offer us?”
“Security? Would it be customary
to offer security in a matter of this
kind?”
Gustavus did not often trouble his
royal self with the details of such an
every day matter as mere business.
"It is usual,” said Amschel, dry
ly. He was still considering the way
in which his suggestion as to lunch
ing had been received.
The Duke looked at Fehrenberg as
at a master. "Well, we could pledge a
part of my revenue—of my taxes”
“I must remind your Highness that
you have already anticipated the
next five years’ income,” said Fehren
berg. "But, gentlemen, the produce
of the duchy could be enormously in
creased by a careful and prudent ad
ministration.”
"Such as I will give it when he is
my son-in-law,” thought Solomon.
Fehrenberg went on, unconscious
of how he was drawing the net
closer and closer about the loving
hearts of two unconsidered cousins
—Jacob and Evelyn.
"There are extensive forests some
coal and mineral springs”
A Brilliant Idea.
The Duke had a brilliant idea He
broke in: "Cannot I give you my per
sonal security?”
And here was the cue for Solomon
to make his great suggestion. The
time had come when the die must be
caat.
The brothers stirred uneasily—
they knew what was coming. Am
schel spoke: "Pardon me, I should
like to leave you now.”
"I don’t understand,” said Gustav
us. And in truth-he did not. What
turn were matters taking?
Ceremony was beyond Amschel.
"At this point I beg to retire.” he
said plaintively. "I apologize—but
I won’t stay.”
"Carl, with suave elegance, follow
ed him; but the Duke and Solomon
managed to retain Count Fehren
berg and Nathan, the impassive Eng
lish brother, as seconds, in the duel
of wits that was about to follow.
There was an elaborate tensity in
the atmosphere. The air. that great
medium for carrying all "wireless”
messages, conveyed in its taut still
ness some foreboding to the four men
who were about to play fate, of what*
this moment might mean to many
lives.
Gustavus was nervously toying
with Evelyn’s crimson rose. At <
moment like this he vaguely sensed
the presence, the influence,.of his girl
ish cousin. "I am getting inquisi
tive.”
You Are Bankrupt.
“Your Highness.” began Solomon
with solemn intensity; "you give me
your permission to be quite candid?
You are on the verge of bankruptcy.
One thing, ! k*lieve. and one thing
only, can save you. and that is”
Here even Solomon hesitated.
“Yes. ves?” impatiently.
“A judicious marriage.”
Gustavus laughed in evident relief.
“W> have thought of that haven't
we, Fehrenberg? We looked about for
an alliance of that kind, but we could
find nothing suitable!”
He considered the beauty of the
glowing red rose for a moment, and
then, with a sudden access of feeling,
buried his lips in his flaming crimson
heart. Little Evelyn, little Evelyn,
the time has come when all your good
fairies must guard you!
"What would your Highness con
sider suitable?” asked Solomon with
grave insistence.
The Duke laughed, but was there
an undercurrent of bitterness flowing
beneath the nonchalance of that
laugh? < "Y’outh, charm, beauty—and
—and a great deal of money!”
Still more gravely, Solomon made
answer:
“I can offer you these qualities.”
The Duke was evidently amused.
"YOU can! I am overwhelmed by
the versatility of your enterprise!
Where have you found a lady of my
rank so admirably fitting?”
Then Solomon voiced a truth so
deep that even he who spoke scarcely
j realized the depth of its sacred im-
i port.
"Your Highness, the conception of
equality is not the same to-day as it
was yesterday. Times change. Your
Highness is not one of those who re
fuse to advance with the times.”
Lifting the Cloud.
Always there is a little time of lift
ing cloud before the storm breaks.
Gustavus laughed.
J "If you compliment me you will
make me suspicious.” A line of his
Virgil came to his mind: "I fead the
Greeks even when they come bearing
gifts.”
Nathan broke in: "Solomon—your
Highness—I thing we should recon
sider our proposal”
"Before I hear what it is,” exclaim
ed Gustavus, impatiently. "Come,
Baron, what have you on your mind?”
"I propose that you should marry
my daughter. Charlotte.”
Duke Gustavus of Taunus rose.
His sword clattered against the stone
rim of Cupid’s fountain. Evelyn’s red
rose slipped from his fingers and fell
unheeded at his feet. Perhaps he
could soon trample on that blood-red
rose and crush it. Perhaps, but the
Second sped on.
"Sir! Fehrenberg, you hear? What
do you say to that?”
Fehrenberg answered with the stiff
ness of his utter horror and amaze
ment :
"Your Highness, court etiquette has
not considered such an emergency.
I have never heard of a precedent for
such a proposal.”
"I admit I am a little taken back.
But you might have chosen a mo
ment when l would have requested
you to leave my house instantly as
th£ most convenient conclusion to
our conversation.”
Solomon answered the Duke:
"Sir, in the choice of the right
moment lies the suocess of the game.”
"Are you a gambler?” the Duke
asked with slow earnestness.
"All games are not games of
chance. I do ont trust to luck, but
to calculation.”
Knowledge of the World.
“And you calculated on my being
driven into accepting your proposal
by my dread of bankruptcy?”
"I calculated on my knowledge of
the world enabling you to consider
its, advantage impartially.’
"Oh, 1 appreciate the advantages,”
said GustavuS with slow scorn of
himself who could be bought, scorn
of the man who sold in his turn.
"Advantages to both our families,’
said Solomon.
"Sir, you tempt me to speak with
out reserve. You make me think of
a highwayman gone mad; who says
to me: ‘Stand! Take my money! It
is yours. Refuse it at vour peril!’
Such audacity is magnificent, but a
little unusual.”
He looked at the rod rose that lay
on the ground, and then picked it up
very gently and threw it in the clear
waters of the Fountain of Cupid.
Alas for the Princess Evelyn! Alas
for Jacob! “Yet your persistence
commands a certain admiration aha
attention.”
Solomon bent over the Duke, who
had sunk to a seat on the fountain’s
edge. “And your Highness will come
to a decision? This is the great mo
ment. If your Highness will but say
‘Yes’ now. the agreement shall be
. sigifed at noon to-omorrow and the
u v handed to you at once.”
VIONG the most in
teresting of the
native fauna*, and J
flora to he found j
in our midst Is •
the hook worm.
This valuable
creature Belongs ;
to the category
of domestic ani- i
male (genua hen- j
peckis), and 1 t j
forma a useful
and indispensable adjunct to house
holds where no maid Is kept.
The hook worm is indigenous to.
the United States, and it flourishes
most plentifully in cities, only a few
rare and scattering specimens of It
having ever been found in the coun
try. Scientists differ concerning its
history, but a consensus of thV best
authorities indicates that its origin
was contemporaneous with the com
ing in of the fashion of frocks that
button up the back, and that the
great original hook worm was dis
covered by a fat woman with snort
arms.
From this small and humble begin
ning sprang the millions of hook
worms that now
pervade the land
and make glad
the waist places
of swell dressers
by pulling togeth
er belts that do
not meet by four
inches. Thus do
we see how mar
velously n a t u re
provides for aJl
contingencies.
In appearance
the hook worm is
an elongated and
tubular - looking
animal with two
feet, two anten
nae (technically
known as hands), and two eyes situ
ated near the top of its head, which
is not infrequently bald. Also It has
a tongue, which it shoots off with
great rapidity and volubility upon
occasions.
Apparently the eyesight of the
hook worm is very poor, as it is un
able to see a button unless it Is the
size of a sliver dollar, and it cannot
distinguish an invisible loop from a
chance to tear a hole with a hook in
the back of an imported dinner gown.
Likewise the hook worm is very
ft shaving been
awkward and clumsy in the way in
which it manipulates its- antenna**,
'stimated? that it
makes 11,406,831
different motions
and dabs and fum
bles ip trying to j
Insert a perfectly
plain hook in a
perfectly obvious
These faults of
the hook worm
are accounted for, |
however, by *ci- |
entists on t h e j
theory that it is
stili an imperfect
ly developed ani
mal, and It yet
lacks about sev
enteen additional
hands and fouri
more pairs of eyes in order to per- 1
form satisfactorily the function for
whiyn it was created. Doubtless these
will be acquired in the process of
evolution, and our great-great-great-
great-great-granddaughters may re
joice in the ppssession of hook worms
with a full complement of faculties
that will be able to do their appoint
ed tasks and fasten up a French con
fection before you could say "Scat!”
Little Is known of the habits of the
hook worm, as, although it Is a do
mestic animal, it absents ltsen’f from
the house all day, only returning at
night to be fed. Jta period of great
est activity is just before dinner and
theatre time, when
It gets busy . and
may be heard
making weird and
profane noises.
The hook worm
is exclusively a
lady’s pet, men
seeming to have
no use for .the
animal, though
they are so highly
esteemed by wo
men. It should be
stated in this con
nection, tho ugh,
that opinion
among women is
equally divided as
to whether it is
best to catch a hook worm when he
is young and break him in to your
own style of fastenings, or to tie up
with a hook worm that has been
thoroughly trained by some deceased
lady who was addicted to lingerie
shirt waists. Much is to be said in
favor of each side of the question;
but, alas! there are many problems
in life, and even the young hook
worm who a conscientiously bent on
doing his duty sometimes gets in bad,
for in his excess of zeal he displays
a skill that sets the woman who
owns him to guessing.
The hook worm has a very limited
vocabulary, the only two expressions
that it has ever been heard to use
being "Helen Blazes" and a word thal
is muffled and indistinguishable, but
that sounds as if it started with a
big, big D.
By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.
{ { EAUTY is exactly like a spring
rS that wells up clear and
sparkling from a pure
source,” said Willette Kershaw to me.
Slowly and gropingly I was find
ing my way back to sunshine and the
simple facts of every day after the
final curtain had fallen on the five
artistic plays at the Princess Thea
ter, in New York, and "Any Night”
was a memory instead of a presen
tation of a shamefully bitter reality.
But it was a potent, poignant mem
ory, and the sweet, wistful-eyed girl
sitting with me in the quiet office had
just presented a death-in-life portrait
of Mqry Magdalen of to-day.
"Take the sad. sodden consumptive
I have just portrayed; she has the
same features; she is really a differ
ent phase of the Fancy 1 had just
been in "Fancy Free.” But the but
terfly Fancy is saved, her wings are
not trailed in the mud, and even
though she is not a fine, deep, spir
itual creature, she is still a woman.,
with the joy-of-living in heir veins—
so she is sweet and pretty. And the
other creature, with a different story
written on her eyes and mouth, is
almost repulsive to look upon.”
“I have never posed {is a beauty.
The only facts in my appearance that
please me at e hair and e> es—so I
take very good care of them—and of
the source of the fountain.”
Her Secret.
"Ah, do tell me how you cane for
the- beauty you—don’t think you pos
sess." said I. eagerly. Willette Ker
shaw is so genuinely girl so dainty
and attractive in the well-bred sim
plicity of simple blue serge and black
and white hat that she seems an ideal
model for Miss Sweet and Twenty to
follow over the road to Springtime
loveliness.
"it is not much of a secret—and yet
so few seekers after beauty seem to
have heard of it,” said Miss Kershaw,
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
“W’
HEN engaged in washing
dishes,” a woman of ex
alted ideals advised in a
woman's magazine, “fix not your mind
upon the sordidness of the task. Rise
above it by looking with appreciative
eyes at the delicate tints in the china,
its pure transparency, the softness
of its curves. Learn the history of
Dresden. Limoges and Sevres, and the
task becomes an intellectual joy.”
Daysey Mayme Appleton read, and
what she read sank in to come out
the next morning when she found
herself confronted with the task of
washing greens.
A young man, of whom she could
not have thought more if he had been
hand-painted, was coming and he had
expressed the yearning that comes to
all in the spring to have greens for
dinner.
She had bought a neck in the be
lief that there would he enough left
to last a week, and when she poured
out cold water preparatory to wash
ing them she fixed her mind on ail
that they represented: Springtime,
freshening showers, the sunlight, the
singing of the birds, blue skies, the
drowsy humming of ins*.-is and fra
grant zephyrs that stirred :he leaves
to dancing motion.
She washed and washed and re
washed, nigging hack into her brain
for some knowledge of botany. "That
is a scutate,” she said, taking a leaf
through seven waters, “and this is a
reticulate, and here is a beautiful ex
ample of the pinnated.’
She took the leaves through the
sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth wa
ters, unconsciously thinking less each
time of the tender zephyrs that had
stirred the leaves to dancing, the
bright sunlight and the gentle show
ers. There was an accumulation of
sand that proved her task was only
begun, and she washed the greens
through four more waters. Her back
ached, she stood first on one foot and
then on the other; her hands began
to feel as if they belonged to the
washerwoman, and her spirits began
to droop.
When she submerged the greens
into the twelfth water her soul was
submerged with them and it never
rose again to the plane of exaltation
advised by the woman of lofty ideals
in the magazine. At last her task
was completed and she put the greens
over to boil and there seemed a Great
Plenty, and when she dressed to meet
the man of whom she could not have
thought more 1f he had been hand-
paint'd, they boiled and boiled and
boiled, looking n little less every
time she lifted the lid.
"It’s a w hole peck of greens,” .she
said with a sob at the dinner table
an hour later, putting before her Best
Beloved a dish in the center of which
was a little tjrCen mess no higgerthan
a hug that had been stepped on.
Miss Willett Kershaw in Two Charming Poses
(IT T 1°
I chili
To Be Continued To-morrow.
oesn’t pay to be too kind to
ldren,” said Gritzen.
"Why?’* asked the motherly
woman.
"Well, I’ll give you an illustration.
We had a man come to dig our gar
den. I know well how it hurts to dig
An innocent man can do enough dig
ging in three hours to lame himself
for three weeks. We were all glad
to see the man come, and he sqemed
to be a very good sort of fellow He
was fond of children He said our
twins would not bother him at all.
"William and Theodore hustled into
their overalls and went out to watch
the man, delighted to have him for a
companion. The conversation for the
first half-hour was something like
this:
"‘Me afraid of snakes?’ said the
man. ‘Well, I should say not! I eat
’em.’
" ‘Do you like ’em?’ asked Theodore.
"‘Oh. no; I just eat 'em to show
that I can.’
" ‘Don’t they make your stomach
ache?’ asked William.
“ ‘Not a bit. If they did I would
just swallow* a little fire and burn ’em
up.’
"‘Well, ain’t you really afraid of
’em ?’
"Me? Afraid? Ha, ha! That
makes me laugh.’
“ ‘Well, ain’t you?’
" ‘No; I’m used to ’em. I’m a cir
cus man. Did you ever see the man
ir. the cage with the Hons at the cir
cus?’
"‘Yes; I saw a circus once, and
there was a man right in the cage
wKh the lions!’
"'I'm that man. Nothing can
scare me. But I've quit the circus
business for a little while. I took to
diggin' just for a change.’
“After an hour or so the conversa
tion was more like this:
"‘Here, you rapscallion! Move
vour foot!'
‘“What for?’
“ ‘What for? I want to dig there.
I’m not supposed to dig your feet.
Here, let them things alone!’
" ’What for?’
‘‘‘Because your father will want to
he able to find them. Stop throwing
that dirt. Don’t you hear your mam
ma knocking on the window pane at
you? Here, who done that? I'll have
to tell your mamma on you. You
kids are a nuisance! Get out of
here! ’
"It’s all right being nice to children
for a while* but, you see. they can
stand it a lot longer than you can!’
concluded Gritzen.
Probably Right.
School children know a great deal
more than they used tc. In fact, some
of them, In their own opinion, at least,
are quite capable of tutoring their
tutors.
“Those kiddles I teach are as know
ing as an encyclopedia," said a teacher
i week or two ago.
“In what way?” asked his friend.
"Well.” replied the scholastic person,
the other day I set a problem in arith
metic: ‘A rich man dies and leaves a
million dollars. One-fifth is to go to his
wife, one-fifth to his son, onc-eighth to
j s brother, and the rest to the hos-
nitals. What does each get?’ ”
“Yes?” inquired the friend, not very
!interested.
j “Back came the reply from the small
est boy in the class; 'A lawyer, sir.’ ’•
whimsically. "It is just keep clean!
Wash and wash and keep very, very
clean—clean in body and mind and
soul, until you fairly exhale a per
fume of sweet, sane, cleanliness.
I Plenty of water for my hair, and
plenty of cold water to bathe tired
eyes. That is how I keep m*' pet as
sets in good condition. And I don't
neglect the lesser favorites.”
J The clear eyes looked at me w’ith
the grave sweetness that makes you
feel that this slip of a girl knows life
and the facts thereof. Not a trace of
make-up of any sort gave to Miss
Kershaw the appearance of being
anything she was not.
“No,” said this observing young
woman in answer to my interrogatory
glance, “l do not make up for street
use. Apart from questions of good
taste it is not pretty. And I can’t see
why nice girls want to take their
ideas of beauty from women they
would never know. They would not
deliberately copy tho lack-luster,
don believe anything-worth-while-
will -ever-happep-again expression
that a woman who lias given all the
world for nothing naturally comes to
have. Then why copy her artificial
complexion?
“Cleanness and simplicity.” 1
mused. "To you these make beauty.”
"These and being in tune with life."
answered the girlish star. “If a girl
is bitter and discontented—for just
cause or merely because she is de
liberately cultivating the bitterness
in her nature, she gets down-droop
ing lips, a pinched expression around
her nostrils, and, worst of all, her
eyes lose all power to radiate mag
netism and charm.
The Bitter Side.
“I speak from experience,” she went
on. in a hushed, hurt little voice in
Which I douid hear the vibration of
deep tenderness. “My mother was
killed in a rtvilroad accident. That
was a time of anguis*li and bitterness.
I hated the sun for shining. I could
have murdered the birds for singing.
I almost felt a desire to take the life
of any happy human being l met. 1
almost went mad because I let my
sorrow turn my whole nature to bit
terness.
“Probably there is in all the worid
scarcely one girl w ho has come to be
20 without knowing life’s hurts. Think
of the young girls you know whose
faces have a sad »nd wistful expres
sion whenever they relax and stop
playing the game of keeping up ap
pears rices.
“Perhaps bitter experiences are best
of all, as Elbert Hubbard has said.
They are if you use experience in
stead of letting it use you up.
“I’d like tp tell all girls that bitter
ne‘*s and paint spoil the face with
about equal thoroughness. And the
two in conjunction! They just de
stroy every claim to beauty.
“Life is pretty impersonal. I found
that out when I was in the ‘Brown of
Harvard's’ company, that the indig
nant Harvarc students abused be
cause the star (Mr. Woodruff) wore
the Harvard athletic H, to which, of
course, he had no right. I could not
be resentful nor bitter over their
treatment of me; it was just wh^t
they considered the wrongful use of a
sacred old custom that they were
protesting against.
“Well, life is like that—impersonal
she is not abusing you; she is just
going ahead, and if you get in the
way you will get hurt. So you have
to learn that, and take things imper
sonally- and keep in tune.”
"Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's
an ounce*
And a troubre is what you make it;
And it isn't, how much you are hurt
that counts*,
But only—how did you take it?”
I quoted.
‘‘Exactly,” assented the pretty phil
osopher. "If you keep clean and
sweet and simple, and in tune with
life, the fountain of beauty must
sparkle in the clear sunlight.”
O N E of the first tasks 'they set
the new curate, who was han-
dicapped by youth and inexpe-
rient e. was to investigate the bona
fldes of a "widow woman” who had
applied to the church for help. He
departed nervously on his errand and
knocked, as ill luck would have it, at
the wrong door.
“How long has your poor husband
h* en dead, my good woman? What
number of children have you? Are
any of• them working? If so, what
amount of money are they earning
altogether?" were the questions he
fired, like shots from a revolver, at
the slatternly woman who answered
his summons. "I presume I am ad
dressing Mrs. Harriet Smith?” he
added, noticing, with alarm, that she
looked angry.
"No, you ain't,” answered the wom
an, snappishly. "My riame is Selina
Jackson, my bairns go to school, and
my 'usband’s doin’ what is necessary
to a plateful of steak and onions at
tiiis very moment. Would you like
to know anything else? Where I was
born? When I was christened? At
what age I started courtin’? Per
haps,” she concluded, sarcastically,
rolling her tattered sleeve up above
the elbow, "you’d like to see my vac
cination mark before you go?”
But tlie bashful curate, redder in
the face than a poppy, was already in
full flight. 4
NERVOUS
PROSTRATION
Severe Case of a Philadelphia
Woman—Her Symptoms.
Philadelphia, Pa.—"I had a sever*
case of nervous prostration, with
palpitation of th*
heart, constipa
tion, headaches^
dizzinese. noise
in my ears, tlm-
Id, nervous, rest
less feelings and
sleeplessness.
"I read in the
paper where a
x j young woman
',/> bad been cured
of the same
troubles by tak
ing Lydia El
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, so 1
threw away the medicines the docto*
left me and began taking the Com
pound. Before I had taken half a
bottle I was able to s*it up and in a
short time I was able to do all my
work. Your medicine has proved
itself able to do all you say it will and
I have recommended it in every
household I have visited.”—Mrs, Mary
Johnston, 1110 Siegel Street, Philadel*
High Society.
A new-rich dowager, only recently re
moved from the environs of a Western
packing house, has afforded much
amusement while clambering up the
slippery rounds of the social ladder
One day, after she had returned from
circumnavigating the globe, she essayed
to entertain a drawing room with a
boastful account of her travels. She:
had been everywhere, and her flow of
English was augmented by frequar
waving* of her bediamoned hand/ .-s®
j forceful noddings of her tiaraed
‘‘Did you see the Dardanelles?" rxixc*
a sprightly debutante.
“And the Himalayas?” inquire*’; an
other fair young bud.
“I dined with them in Paris," replied
the dowager, triumphantly.
And she wondered why everybody
smiled.
Ep
Pa.
Another Bad Case.
t I'm t i, Pa.—"About a year ago 1
I was p?
hvsteric
bad paii
| was unc
tors, bu
weak I
enough to
"Lydia
igtund
coil
down with nervous prostration,
e and weak and would have
spoil/, vick headaches and ai
under my shoulder-blade. 1
•r the care of different doc-
did not in?>oi*Ve. I was so
vm harmv stand long
<£> my dishes. ♦
Iff, Pinkham’s Vegatg^lt
has made me well api
I have begun to gain
1 mS/k and my face looks bealtl#
* v d-. Mrs. J. W. Hornberger. R.
1 -. Ephrata, Pa.
If you want special advice write
Lydia E. Plnkham Medicine Co. (cot*
fidential), Lynn. Ma»s. Your letter
will be opened, read and answered
by a woman and held in strict eonfi.
I dence.