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THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS
A Novellzalion of the Plan Of the Same Name Now Running in New York.
Natural History Lessons
No. I---Ihe Hoofa W orm
Ey DOROTHY DIX
'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.
Jnstinctly Jacob had come closer
to Charlotte. He knew well what was
this “busines's” 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
voice 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 ail the stem
fatalism of his rate, at the men who
were to gamble with girl’s happi
ness, then he turned with gentle ten
derness to his fair-haired cousin.
Quite sure.” he saldl
Charlotte shyly held out her hand
to her cousin, and the Duke caught
th° other hand in his own, and a.s lie
softly voiced his* ‘An revoir" he put
his lips again to that little right
hfMid.
Was It an Omen?
Was it an omen that as Jacob drew
the girl away clown the long shady
alley of the great hedges, he held his
cousin’s left hand? \nd who can tell
what the little Princfss Evelyn
thought as she watched this other
pair of cousins strolling beneath her
tower 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 Pate
showed such remarkable ability to
play his game for mi.
At last Duke Gustavus broke this
silence so fraught ’itii meaning for
him: “If you plese. gentlemen”—
"Your Highness.” said Avschel
hopefully; "yofT~ar< quite ‘are you
wouldn’t rather have lun h earlier
and talk business afterward?"
The Duke was a bit amused: ‘‘O.
no!" said 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 $1-.*
ooo.000 florins?”
“O. we shall find good use for it,
\nu 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
dition. Why trouble himself? Was
it not the place of Providence and
these very Jew's of Frankfort to see
that royal treasuries do not collapse
for lack of proper support?
"Now, supposing that our firm
would advance such a sum as you
suggest,” said Solomon, ‘‘what is the
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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 he 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 he 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 Ixmdon, and trav
eled to a little old house in .lews’
Lane, in Frankfort-am-Main. 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 marrv Charlotte off to the Duke
of Taunus. He is backed up by Frau
Gudula. The Duke makes love to
Charlotte.
Now Go on With the Story.
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”
”1 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 cartful and prudent ad
ministration.”
‘‘Such a.s 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 (-loser about the loving
hearts if 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 rhust be
cast.
'I’he brothers stirred uneasily—
they knew what was coming. Am
schel spoke: “Pardon me. I should
like to leave you now.”
“T 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. “T apologize—but
I won’t slay.”
“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 a
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
vour permission to be quite eandid?
You are on the verge of bankruptcy.
Ore thing. I believe, and one thing
only, ran save you. and that is"—•—
Pl er( . even Solomon hesitated.
"Yes. yes?" impatiently.
"A ludioious marriage."
Gustavus laughed in evident relief.
■We have thought of that, haven't
sve, 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? "Youth, 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
realized the depth of its sacred im
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.
f Gustavus laughed,
j "If you compliment me you will
make me suspicious." A line of his
Virgil came to bis mind: "1 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 f to that?”
Fehrenberg answered with the stiff
ness of bis utter horror and amaze
ment :
"Your Highness, court etiquette has
not Considered such an emergency.
T have never heard of a precedent for
such a proposal."
“1 admit I am a little taken back.
But you might have chosen a mo
ment when I would have reanested
you to leave my house instantly as
the most convenient conclusion to
our conversation.”
Solomon answered the Duke:
“Sir. in the choice of the right
moment lies the success 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 you/ proposal
by my dread of bankruptcy?”
I calculated on my knowledge of
the world enabling you to consider
its advantage impartially."
"Ob, l 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 your peril!’
Such audacity is magnificent, but a
little unusual.”
He looked at the red 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 Evejyn! Alas
for Jacob! "Yet your persistence
commands a certain admiration and
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
signed at noon to-omorrow and the
money handed to you at once.”
To Be Continued To-morrow,
VTONG the mobt In- I
terestlng of the
native fauna and
flora to be found
In our midst if
the hook worm
This valuable!
creature oolongs]
to the categorv |
of domestic ani !
ma Is ( genus hen -
peckish and It
forms a useful
and indispensable adjunct to house
hold- wherfe 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 seatiering specimens of It
having ever been found in the coun
fry. Scientists differ concerning its
history, but a consensus of the 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 origin?? 1 hook worm was dis
covered by a fat woman with short
a rms.
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 1 u r«
provides for a*11
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 silver dollar, and it cannot
distinguish an invisible loop from a
chance to tear a hole with a hook in
the^ack of an imported dinner gown.
Likewise the hook worm is .very
S : beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women :l!
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j Now Girlish I! illct Kershaw Employs Simple Methods to Retain Her Natural Loveliness
By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.
awkward and clumsy in the way in
which it manipulates its antenna**,
It having been estimated »hat it
makes
different motions
and dabs and fum
bles In trying to
Insert a perfectly
plain hook in a
perfectly obvioifs
eye.
These faults of
the hook worm
are accounted for,
however, by sci
entists on the
theory that, tt is
■tt|1 a u importer*
lv developed ani-
nial, and It yet
C.uiLftEHTabout sev-
I$trawl ‘ nte**n efliVUcmal
SRJi/nr n -hands and four
more pairs of eves In order to per
form satisfactorily the function for
which It was crea'ed. Doubtless these
will be acquired in the process of
evolution, and our great-great-great-
great-great-granddaughters may re
joice in the possession 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 habi‘s of the
hook worm. as. although it is a do
mestic animal, it absents itse’f from
the house all day. only returning at
night to be fed. Its 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, t h o ugh.
that opinion
among women is
equally divided as
to whether it is
best to catch a hook worm when hr
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 waist*. 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 s 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
I’he 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 that
is muffled and indistinguishable, but
that sounds as if it started with a
big. big D.
B
KAl’TY is exactly like a spring
that wells up clear and
sparkling from a pure
source,’* 1 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 fall n on the five
artistic plays at the Princess Thea
ter, in New York, and Any Night”
was a memory instead <»f a presen
tation of a shamefully bitter reality.
But it was a potent, poignant mem
ory. fcnd the sweet, wistful-eyed girl
sitting with me in the quiet office had
Just presented n death-in-life portrait
of Mary Magdalen of to-day.
"Take the sad. sodden consumptive
I have just portrayed: she lias the
same features; she is really a differ
ent phase of the Fancy l bad just
been in Fancy Free." But the but
terfly Fancy Js sovod. her wings are
not trailed in the mud. and even
though site is not a line, deep, spir
itual creature, -!u* : 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 «nd mouth, is
almost repulsive to look upon."
"1 have never posed as a beauty.
The only facts in my appearance that
please me are hair and eyes—-so 1
take very good raju* of them - and of
the source of the fourttain. ’
Her Secret.
“Ah, do lell^ me how you care for
the beauty you -don’t think you pos
sess." said I, eagerly. Willette Ker
shaw is so genuinely girl so dainty
and attractive tti the well-bred‘Sim
plicity of simple blue serge and black
and win • hat that she seems an ideal
model for Miss Sweet and Twenty t»
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
idU HKX 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 t he 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 cask 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 coifies to
all in the spring to have greens for
dinner.
She had bought a peck In the be
lief that there would be enough left
to last a week, and vt'hen she. poured
out cold water preparatory to wash
ing them she fixed her mind on all
that they represented: Springtime,
freshening showers, the sunlight, the
singing of the birds, blue skies, the
drowsy humming of ins« *ts and fra
grant zephyrs that stirred the leaves
to dancing motion.
She washed and washed and re
washed, digging 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 hack
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
lose 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 holl and there seemed n Great
Plenty, and when she dressed to meet
the man of whom she could not have
thought more 1f he had been hand-
painted, they boiled and boiled and
boiled, looking a little less every
time she lifted the lid.
"It’s a whole 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 green mess no bigger than
a bug that had been stepped on.
Miss Willett Kershaw in Two Charming Poses.
Being Kind to Children
hildren,” 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 r 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 sec Jhe man come, and he seemed
to-be a very good sort of fellow. He
was fon 1 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. 'I’he conversation J or 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 w’ould
just swallow a little fire and burn 'em
" ‘Well, ain’t you really afraid of
Ha, ha! That
“‘Me? Afraid?
makes me laugh.’ •
‘Well, ain’t you ?’
“ ‘No; I’m used to ’em. I’m a cir
cus man. Did you ever see the m^n
ir, the cage with the lions at the cir. j
cus?’
"‘Yes; ( :-a\v a circus once, andl
therf was a man right in the cage j
with the lions!’
“ I’m that man. Nothing can
*care 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
your 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
be 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 sph, th<*y 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 kiddies I teach are as know
ing as an encyclopedia." said a teacher
j 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 bis
wife, ene-flfth to his son, one-eighth to
is brother, and the rest to the hos
pitals. What does each get?' ”
“Yes?" inquired the friend, not very
interested.
"Bark came the reply from the small
est boy in the clase. ‘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.
Plenty of water for my hair, and
plenty of cold water to bathe tired
eyes. That is how I keep m w pet as
sets in good condition. And I don’t
neglect the lesser favorites.”
The clear eyes looked at me with
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 war not.
"No." said this observing young
woman in answer to my interrogatory
glance, I do not make up for street
use. Apart from questions of good
taste it is not pretty. And 1 can’t see
why nice girls want - to take* their
ideas of beauty from women they
would 'never know. They would not
deliberately copy the lack-luster,
don believe anything-worth-while-
will-ever-happen-aga in expression
that a woman who has given all the
world for nothing naturally comes to
have. Then why copy her artificial
complexion V
“deannov-: 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, wors of all, her
eyes lose all power to radiate mag
netism and charm.
The Bitter Side.
"I speak from experienc
-he went
on in a hushed, hurt little voice it*
which I could hear the vibration of
deep tenderness. "My mother was
killed in a railroad accident. That
was a time of anguish 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 1 met. 1
almost went mad because I let my
sorrow turn my whole nature to bit
terness.
"Probably there is in all the world
S' a reel y one girl who has come to bo
20 without knowing life’s hurts. Think
of the young girls you know whore
faces have a sad and wistful expres
sion whenever they relax and stop
playing the game of keeping up ap
pearances.
“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 to tell all girls that bitter
ness 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 l was in the Brown of
Harvard’s’ company, that the indig
nant Harvard 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 what
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 von 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 trouble is what you make it;
And if 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. ;he fountain of beauty must
sparkle in the clear sunlight."
His First Mistake
O NE of the first tasks they set
the new curate, who was han
dicapped by youth and inexpe
rience. 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 irusband
been 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 summon®. "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 name is Selfna
Jackson, my bairns go to school, and
my 'usband’s doin’ what is necessary
to a plateful of steak and onions at
this very moment. Would you like
to know anything else? Where I was
born? When l 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 the bashful curate, redder in
the face than a poppy, was already In
full flight.
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, ane 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 frequent
wavings of her hediamone^ hands and
forceful noddings of her tiaraed head.
"Did you see the Dardanelles?" asked
a sprightly debutante.
"And the Himalayas?" inquired an
other fair young hud.
"I dined with them in Paris." replied
he dowager, triumphantly.
And she wondered why everybody
smiled.
NERVOUS
PROSTRATION
Severe Case of a Philadelphia
Woman—Her Symptoms.
Philadelphia, Pa.—”1 had a severe
case of nervous prostration, with
palpitation of thfl
heart, constipa
tion, headache*
dizziness, noisa
in my ears, tipi*
id, nervous, rest-
leas feelings Htad
sleeplessness. *
• I read in #>«
paper where. a
young woman
had been cux*ed
of the same
troubles by tak
ing Lydia E
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, so 1
threw away the medicines the doctoi
left me and* began taking the Com
pound. Before I had taken half s*
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
1 have recommended it in every
household 1 have visited.”—Mrs. Mary
Johnston, 210 Siegel Street, Philadel
phia, Pa.
Another Bad Case.
Ephrat.a. Pn.—"About a year ago 1
was down with nervous prostration,
I was pale and weak and would have
hysteric spells, sick headaches and a
bad pain under my shoulder-blade. 1
was underHbe care of different doc
tors. but did not improve. I was sc
weak I could hardly stand long
enough to do my dishes.
"Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound has made me well and
hpppy and I have begun to gain in
weight and rhy face looks healthy
now.”—Mrs. J. W. Hornberger. R No
3, Ephrata, Pa.
If you want special advice write to
Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (con*
fidential), Lynn, Mass. Your letter
will be opened, read and answered
by 9 woman and held in strict confl*
dence.