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\ Some Real Secrets of Beautv Told h\ Moit'. Una Cava Inti fk FTER the long winter In town I /-A Cel? th° need of n changi . In j - i x *■. week 1 muiif up »i : bid t > dr In on Caro! Xodtne for a llttie breath of country air. She appeared astonished when I drove up tej her house in the j rickety old siation ba<^k "How is this for a surprise party?” 1 J asked gayly, as she met me at the door. “I fear, Laid I**.” she answered, "that J you'll be the more surprised of the two. j Both children have the mumps and my i maid was so afraid of catching it that I she's gone away. Wait!” she called to the hack driver, who, having deposited my bags, was starting away, “Lucile. have you ever had the mumps'" i “Oh, yes. long ago," 1 replied. 1 So she waived to the driver to go on and invited me into the house. How ever, there was so little welcome in her voire or manner that for a moment 1 was almost sorry I had come. Then 1 readied that she was worried and pre occupied about the children, so 1 felt it my duty to her to overlook her apparent lack of hospitality. When Tom catne home late in the aft ernoon hit genial pleasure in findrng me made up for any lukewarmness on Carol’s part. Something To Do. "This la jolly,” he exclaimed. Then he said how nice it was of me not to run away when I discovered the family plight. “I'm hoping to be able to help Carol,” 1 told him. "Isn’t there something I can do about dinner, dear’.” I asked, turning to her. "It would scarcely be wise for you to venture Into the kitchen in ihat dress, she said, glancing at the pretty pink house gown I had put on after my nap. "Oh, there’s nothing regal about this," 1 assured her. “■Very well, then, if you wish to do something you may put on a big apron and hull the strawberries.” 9 “Delighted!” I responded. But I think it was inconsiderate of Carol to ask: me to stain my fingers with strawberries, when “she knows how careful 1 am with my hands. "Great Caesar!” Tom fairly shouted, when he began to eat his desert. “What’s on these strawberries?" "Powdered sugar, of course,” said his wife. ‘‘Powdered sugar, nothing. Carol! It tastes more like soap.” He gulped down a glass of water. Carol tasted her berries. Why, this • isn’t sugar,"%she declared. "It’s baking ■sepia.” "How in the world did you happen to & put soda on them?” asked Tom. Must by dipping into the wrong jar. 1 , suppose." was the tart answer. She glanced at me somewhat reproachfully, but I did not feel that I was to be blamed, as she should have told me more explicitly just where to get the sugar. ’’That evening, while Carol was looking } after the children, I taught Tom how to play poker-patience, and he was so in terested that w’e played until 11 o’clock. Then Carol came downstairs in a dress ing gow n and said that our laughter was disturbing the children. She did not ap pear in the least grateful to me for en tertaining poor Tom, who would have beenTonely and dismal, 1 am sure, had i t not been for me.” “If you’ll lend me your riding skirt, Carol. I’ll set*forth on your horse to explore the country,” I said the next morning after Tom had left the house, p.nd I foresaw nothing but a tiresome rlay in prospect. However, the roads were sc bad tty did not enjoy the ride as much av nad expected, and. coming home. 1 made a short cut through some private places to avoid the worst of the mud. An I was gal loping across a. pretty little stretch of green an old man. who was raking it, demanded if .1 didn’t know 1 was on a tennis court. "He was a picturesque figure,” I said to Card when I told her of the incident, * with his white hair and w-hite beard, but as dictatorial as if he owned the entire country.’ 1 1 "He does pretty nearly,” she replied. "He amuses himself by taftiifg care of a part of his own grounds, and the tennis court is his special pride. I’m so sorry, Lueile. that you rode over it. I hope he isn't offended, for Tom is trying awfully lhard to get the contract for some new buildings of his. It does seem as if everything was going wrong.” Then she began to cry nervously without any , ^thought of how I must feci. The Scat Way. \ "Perr.aps." 1 said a little stiffly, “it Would be best for me to go back to towm, Carol. I’m afraid you’re not enjoying vny visit." I “Well, frankly, Lucile, 1 believe it Would be wise,” she said, with sudden Cheerfulness. "W’e should all have a mjuch pleasanter time if you were to come later when the children are well afod I have a maid.” I I was not sorry to leave, for I was paving a hopelessly dull time. Still T Certainly was surprised when .Carol Speeded my departure In that cool way. 1, wonder how ar y one as brusque and tactless as Carol is manages to retain her friends. Sifted. ' I was out motoring f "Sc.?” "Yes. and I came t Could fine nr» means machine over." 'Well, whtit did you d "Oh. ! jirarc tat down it oyt.” WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Inlringe and Love SYNOPSIS. Mary Turner, an orphan, employed in Edward Gilder's department store, is accused of theft and sent to prison, though innocent. Aggie Lynch, a convict friend of Mary’s at Burnsing, sees good ‘‘possibilities" for her in the world of crime. Upon Mary’s re lease she is continually hounded end in desperation throws herself into the North River. Joe Garson, a for ger. rescues her and keeps her and 'ggie in luxury, though living chaste lives. Mary becomes the leader of a hand of swindlers, robbing only the unscrupulous and keeping always "within the law." Gilder's son, Dldk. meets and loves Mary, who seeks to wreak ve ngeahee on the father through the son. She marries him. "English Eddie” Griggs is intro duced into the story. He tells of the stealing* of £300,000 worth of tapes tries and intimates that he knows where they can be found. Though ' English Eddie” tells her the tapes tries were smuggled into the coun try and that the owner, who turns out to be her sworn enemy, Glider, dare not “squeal.” Mary decides his proposition is not strictly "within the iaw.” Mary and Garson then discuss the probability of their being forced o abandon their blackmailing game by the pblice. Garson displays a re voiver equipped with a Maxim si lencer and smokeless cartridges. While Mary is waiting for her hus band, Inspector Burke and the law yer, Demarest, now prosecuting at torney, call and demand that she leave me city at once She displays an injunction preventing them from molesting her. As they parley, old oan (Rider arrives. He demands that Mary give up his son, evidently not knowing the two are wedded. Now the moment Mary has lived for has arrived. The hour of her revenge has struck. Dick enters. Mary commands him to tell his father of their mar riage. and lie does. Ami Mary’s re venge is complete. The inspector tells Dick that Mary has "done time” and Mary admits It. Now Go on With the Story Copyrighl, 1913. bv the 11. K. Fly Com pany. The play ‘‘Within the Law" is copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this novelization of it is published by hty» permission. The Americai> Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex- elusive rights of the representation ;md performance of “Within the Law’” in all languages. By MARVIN DANA from the Play by BAYARD VEILLER, TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. At last Gilder was restored in a meau re to his self-possession. He spoke with the sureness of a man of wealth, confident that money will salve any wound. "How much?” Jie asked, baldly. .Mary smiled an inscrutable smile. "Oh, I don’t need money,’’ she said. I carelessly. “Inspector Burke will tell you how easy it is for me to get it.” I Gilder looked at her with a newly dawning respect; then his shrewdness suggested a retort. * Mary Laughed. ^ "Do you want my son to learn what you are?” he said Mary laughed. There was some thing dreadful in that burst of spu rious amusement. "Why not ? ’ she answered. "I'm eadv to tell him myself.” Then Gilder show ed the true heart the other day.” j of him, in which love for hi> boy was ! before all rNc. Ho found himself fj a river, but wholly hi a less before the woman'.*- of getting my i in’ xpectf'd jeply ant him to know," he “Bu; I don’t w, md thought NEURALGIA r AND LAGRIPPE stammered. "Why. I’ve spared the ,ov all his life If he really loves you —it will ” At that moment the son himself en- iered hurriedly from the hallway. In us eagerness he saw no one save the voman whom he loved. At His en- iiame Mary rose and moved back ward a step involuntarily, in sheer surprise over his coming. ev**n though she had known he must come—per haps from some other emotion, deep er, hidden as yet even from himself. The young man. w ith his wholesome face alight with tenderness, went swiftly to her. while the other three men stood silent, motionless^ abashed by the event. And Dirk took Mary’s hand in a warm clasp, pressing it ten ded y. % “I didn’t see father,” he said, hap- 1 pilv, “hut 1 left him a note on his I desk at the office i Then, somehow, the surcharged at- I niosphere penetrated his conscious- • ness, and he looked around to see his l father standing grimly opposite him. But there was no change in his ex pression beyond a more radiant smile "Hello, dad!” he cried, joyously. Then you got my note?" The voice of the older man came with a sinister force and saturnine. "No, Dick, 1 haven’t had any note.’ “Then, why ?” The young man broke off suddenly. He was become aware that here was something ma lignant, with a meaning beyond his present understanding, for he saw the inspector and Demarest, and he knew the two of them for what they were officially. A Pawn in the Game. "What are they doing here?" he de manded suspiciously, staring at the \ W’O. “Oh, never mind them.” Mary said. There was a malevolent gleam in her violet eyes. This was the recompense of which she had dreamed through soul-tearing ages. "Just tell your fa ther your news, Dick." The young man had no comprehen sion of the fact that he was only a pawn in the game. He spoke with simple pride. "Dad, we’re married. Mary and I were married this morning." Always, Mary stared with her eyes steadfast on the father. There was triumph in her gaze. This was the vengeance for which she had longed, for which she had ploL.d, the ven geance she had at last achieved. Here was her fruition, the period of her su premacy. Gilder himself seemed dazed by the brief sentence. "Say that again." he commanded. Mary rejoiced to make the knowl edge sure. "I married your son thi.«i morning." she said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "I married him. Do you quite under stand. Mr. Gilder? I married him.” In that insistence lay her ultimate compensation for untold misery. The father stood there wordless, unable to find speeceh against this calamity that had befallen him. It was Burke who offered a diver sion. a crude interruption after his own fashion. "It’s a frame-up,” he roared. He glared at the young man. “Tell your father it ain't true. Why, do yjou know what she is? She’s done time.” Hi* paused for an instant, then spoke in a voice that was brutally menacing. ’’And, by G , she’ll do it again!” The young man turned toward his bride. There was disbelief, hope, de spair, in his face, which had grown older by years with the passing of the seconds. "It’s a lie. Mary,” he said. “Sav it’s a lie!” He seized her hand pas sionately. There was no quiver in her voice <•- she answered. She drew hf*r hani from his clasp and spoke evenly. "It’s the truth. " "It’s the truth!” the young man re peated. incredulously The Son Interrupted. "It is 'the truth.” Mary said, firmly^ "1 have served three years in prison.' There was a silence of a minut* , that was like years. It was the father j who broke it, and now his Voice was | become tremulous. "I wanted to save you, Dick. That’s why I came.” The son interrupted him violently. "There’s a mistake—there must be." It was Demarest who gave an offi cial touch to the tragedy of the mo ment. "There's no mistake." he said. There was authority in his statement. "There is, I tell you!” Dick cried, horrified b\ this conspiracy of defa mation. He turned his tortured face to his bride of a day. "Mary,” he said, huskily, "there is a mistake.” * Something in her face appalled him. He was voiceless for a few terrible instants. Then he spoke again, more beseechingly. "Bay there’s a mistake." Mary preserved her poise. Yes — she must not forget! This was th^ hour of her triumph. What mattered it that the honey of it was as ashes n her mouth? She spoke with a sim plicity that admitted no denial. "It's all quite true.” The man who had so loved her, so trusted her, was overwhelmed by the revelation. He stood trembling for a moment, tottered, almost it seemed would have fallen, but presently steadied himself and sank supine'y into a chair, where he sat in impotent suffering. To Be Continued To-morrow. ♦ TXOfO COVtXlC.H 1 ! 1919 2>v rvis X JC By MME. LINA CAVALIERI. The Distinguished Grand Opera Prima Donna and World-famous Beauty. \ J OU have brought yourself safely through winter with its disfig uring colds and its many aids to fleshmaking found on the tables at which you have eaten. You have es caped spring and its coarsening of thv3 skin and drying of the hair, caused by its cold, high winds. Summer ap proaches and I want to talk to you for a few minutes on how to avoid the perils to beauty that are peculiar to that season. The beauty destroyer of summer is dust—dust, which, flying through the air. lodges in the pores of your face and forms blackheads and pimples; dust, which s.ttles upon your hair, dulling its luster, and gathers about the hair roots, choking them and causing the hair to fall. Make a resolution at once, and let it be: "I will guard against beauty-destroying dust.” You can only do this by great vigilance, but you have long ago learned that vigilance is the price of ocaiiiv. 1 mignt express my \Vishes for you in this respect in other ways, but I choose to so put it that you will remember it. Keep clean. Fight dust with cleanliness. It is not always possible to run home and wash your face when it has been perspiring. You may be on the golf links or you may have been wait ings long time in an office. You can remove the perspiration from the fa v by dampening your handkerchief with a little witch hazel, with rose water or eau de cologne, which you can carry in a tiny bottle in your wrijt bag. Do not use water on the face : hat has been scorched by the burning rays of the sun. The effect is to coarsen the skin and cause w rinkles. Uhanse it before retiring with plenti ful applications of one of the oils I have so often recommended or with your favorite cold cream. The hair will also need greater at tention in summer. It will need more fr ouent shampoos, especially if the #calp perspires If you have "washed ,uji .l.i r twice a month, it will probably need a weekly shampoo in summer. Wash it whenever it needs it. Your hair brush will tell the story. If your sca'p has been perspiring free ly and you have not a chance to shampoo t at once, rub alcohol into the roots to dry the scalp. Perspira tion, drying upon tlie hair leaves the same deposit I described upon the face arid is as inimical to it. If it keeps the hair in a state of moisture, the hair rots and the weakened roots permit it to fall. Wished He Hadn’t. "Yod see.” he exclaimed, as he showed her the wishbone of the Christmas tur key, “you take hold there and I take hold tere. Then we must both make a wish and pull, and when it breaks the one who has the bigger part of it will have his or her wish gratified." "But I don’t know what to wish for,” she protested. “Oh, you can think of something, he said. “No. I can’t." she replied "I can’t think of anything ! w*ant very much.” "Well, I'll wish for you”’ he exclaimed. “You really w*sb for me?" she asked "Well, then, there’s no use fooling with the old wishbone," c ’-h° nterrupted. with a glad smile. "You can have me ” The Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F KIRK {{’IT Til VT'S the matter now. Y\ George?" asked the Mani cure Lady as she glanced at the Head Barber's long face "You look as though you had Just dreamed tnct there would never be no more racing at all. Is the folks sick, or ain't the tips coming regular this morning, or what?” "Everything 1s breaking bad for me.” replied the Head Burner. "The>v was an old gambler that used to **u> w hen he was losing at poker. 'Some t!me« the cards run that way fo» weeks and 'hen the> turn around and run worse!’ Well, thai's the win things are with me. The rent is du* to-morrow ,md I'm ten dollars shy oi thet. The grocer looks at me kind • North Polev when 1 drop, in to giv« him .an order nowadays, and th* butcher has lost his Dutch ’••mile an* seems to be growing peaked thinking about my little bill. I know every thing is going to turn out all righ' but 1t makes me feel blue sometime 1 t« think that I hadn't got a nice fa bang account Instead of all the time skating on thin ice” "So you think you are in hard luck do you?” said the Manicure Lad "You poor thing, you. What If j. should go jnto a slow’ decline? Georg us people that is all the time com plaining ami '-Tuning about being u: again*: it don’t know half of th thousand reasons ve have for belli** thankful. 1 wish you had been w 1 ’’ me yesterday afternoon If you b. - been there and saw what I seen.’ guess* 1 wouldn’t be heading no m o bard-luck talk from you. Broke a Heel. "I broke part of one of my high heels off yesterday when 1 was run ning to catch a car and stopped in to see a dabbler and have the stilt fix°ri. It was a dingy little dump on Sixth Avenue, abou* as poverty-struck a place as I have ever saw. "The cobbler wap a little German feller and the first thing 1 noticed was that he was paralyzed an both legs His little boy had to do all the fetch ing and carrying for him When I a.«ked him how long he had been that way he said three years. He said he could remember that it was three years because it happened about the time that he lost his oldest boy. He told me all he had left was the little fellow in the shops and hie invalid wife out in the back room. She hadn’t been able to move from her bed for over a year, and would never be abD to move again! He didn’t tell me ad this complaining like either. He said it kind of patient, because he seen that I wanted to know, not because he was looking for charity. He wouldn't have took none, because he wasn't tha - kind of a little sport. "Say, George, what do you think? That little shoemaker was working away on my shoe and he began whist ling a little German waltz tune! Think of it, George—he w as whistling at his work!" "I don't see nothing remarkable about that,” remarked the Head Bar ber. A Wonderful Sight. "You don’t see nothing remarkable about anything except the third race at Pimlico,” snapped the Manicure Lady. “Why. man. think of it* There was a human being with as little to be thankful for as a blind dog. and as much to be sad about as one of the Manchester martyrs—and he was whistling! He seen that I noticed him. and explained that he always whistled a little to make him cheer up and remember that he could work' He charged me 15 cents for the iob and wouldn't take no more, but I managed to slip his llt.le kid a aoilar on the way out. Why don't you try whittling a TittTo. George? Heavens knows you ain’t in no hard luck!" The Mistakes of Jennie By Being a Series of Chapters in the Lite of a Southern Girl 2 I T i ,I KM ? . - 4 —- J" .. - V d:—\ ---I :=■ ; '1 | UfU II ' l> Jv ' Mu). /r The Man Held Her Tight in His Arms. Up-to-Date Jokes w H s When Professor Rokitanski. of Vi enna. was asked if he had any sons he answered, “Four.” “And what professions have they chosen ?” “Two howl and two heal,” was the laconic reply. A couple of his sons were public singers and the other two were doc tors. CHAPTER V HEX Jennie got home that ght she told her boarding house keeper she was going out the next day - being Sunday— with Tom. They were going into the country and have dinner at some lit tle Inn that Tom knew about. So the next morning she hurried out *o where she was to meet THE MAN. He was waiting for her with a big 'ouring car and a chauffeur to drive it. And Jennie, in her plain little white dress, couldn't help but look in wide-eyed wonder at such luxury and grandeur, and could hardly realize that she was going to ride In it all day long. THE MAN helped her in. and was very careful to arrange the robes "just so,” and explained to her ;t would never do for his little "pal" to get echilled. Oo-! Golly! Thought Jennie, this !s "Where have you been. Frank?" In Manchester.’ "What were you doing there?" "I ran a photograph gallery.” "Did you get anything to do?” "Well, 1 should say I did. 1 pul out a sign. ’Babies taken here.’ and better t ban the taxicab—and the next morning there were four of them cushions were so soft and “comfy left on the doorstep.” ;', nd ,hev rol, " d “ n «"<> "»■ "n ,:! I early afternoon, when they came to doing ! th<? quaintest looking little hotel that nestled in the trees by the side of the • road. And THE MAN said they were i going to have the daintiest luncheon | that Jennie ever tasted. The landlord bowed and smiled, and seemed very is Go rat—W now ? Fish—Oh menagerie. Gorst—Pretty hard work, isn’t H ? Fish—Hard work? No; he’s noth Simpson traveling with happy to see* THE MAN, •and’ ushered 1" hi. head into | thT-li into p'r -a,; room whn ' 1 mouth t\r On a I B V The Spoils lion’s mouth twice a day the matter? You B { { ETWEEN my wife and my dog I have a pretty hard time,’’ said the head of the house hold. "Both are always bringing home things that I have to dispose of. My wife gets them at bargain sales and auctions and such places as that. But where my dog gets his treasures heaven knows! "We have a garret and a cellar full of things that my wife has bought that are utterly useless. There lias never been any other way of dispos ing of her wares. Lois of times I can’t even figure out what they are for, and I don’t believe my wife knows. They are Oriental sometimes. Aztec and Indian occasionally—but always they are a puzzle. "The dog does the same sort of thing, although his conquests are us ually recognizable, and once be Brought me a pair of perfectly good trousers! In the pockets were seven ty-five cents and a beer check, all of which proved acceptable. "On another occasion my know ledge : <>f anatomy enabled me to classify my dog's trophy as the dressed carcass • if a sheep. He was very proud of !that find. "As is the way with all profession als. my dog and my wife can never see any virtue in each other’s win nings. He sniffs at her Japanese* cot ton crepe aeroplane holder for all the world as if it were a bar of soap, and her receptable for meteors is about as interesting to him as a brush and comb. "My wife is equally unresponsive. In fact, she is mllitantly opposed to my dog’s discoveries. For exam ole, when he proudly strutted Into the drawing room, where my wife was entertaining ihe Elinor-Glyn Literary Society, and displayed there a sec tion of a cow’s bat kbone. my wife raised a scream of horror in which all of her guests joined. "So embarrassed did the poor dog become that he dropped the prize and retired in confusion. Then my wife gathered up the backbone with a pair of double embossed Louis XIV coal tongs, that otherwise mignt have gone forever unused, and car ried it out* I don't know but that she employed the tongs in hitting the poor dog over the head. But even so, that does not count in sum ming up the tongs' usefulness for it was not a legitimate purpose for w hlch to up® them. A broom or a comet eradicator would have done lust as well,” First Pat—Wot’s look broken-hearted. Second Pat—And so I nm 1 was a-siltin' 'ere in thi-- bar. dozin' and dreamin’. when a bloke came in an ordered drinks ‘round for everybody three times—and I slept through it all! * Just Dogs “NT OTHING is more like a man than a dog is,” declared the candy store proprietor. "I’m just like a dog myself I even know what a dog is thinking more than half the time when T am watching him. “Yesterday I saw a dog a block and a half away. 1 knew at once that some thing was wrong with him. He had a sneaky, uncomfortable look. He hung his head As I passed him the dog hailed me after the fashion of fellows of the same guild and with the same spirit of comradeship: “Suddenly—‘IDanny!’ The word of re proof smote the air. Danny had known all the time that the woman who owned him was watching him. waiting for a chance to give him a rebuke. 'That's why he had the famous hangdog ex pression. He knew that it was im possible for him to keep free from scolding I knew how he felt “Some dogs are very particular not to speak to you until you have spoken to them first. There Is a scraggy dog that conies to our house from time to lime, visits for a few days, and then departs, either to go home or to visit somewhere else. We may not see him again for a month or six weeks. ••Just the othy day he appeared at our house. The kids were playing on the porch and didn't see him. He saun tered into the yard in a casual sort of way and lay down on the law n. watching the children with a ver> alert expres sion. “Finally one of them saw him and cried. ‘Why, there's Baba!' That is our name for him. since we do not know his real name "At this greeting Babs tore up the porch steps and nearly wiggled himself into a frazzle in hie delight I am like that. "A dog is very bitter in his hatred of flies, fleas, cats and firecrackers He hates like sin to have to get ^ut of the wav of an automobile, and music and carpet dust nearly kill him. He is so ilka mm in theee things.” table was all set as if waiting for them; And everything had an air of being prearranged. But Jennie was so happy she didn’t notice it. or th.; side glances of understanding between the landlord and THE MAN - as If he had been there many times before. THE MAN ordered cocktails. in,d it tasted so warm and nice to Jennie that she didn’t say no, when THE MAN asked her to have another one before they ate their luncheon. After the second one. Jennie felt so happy she wanted to sing and laugh both at the same time, and didn’t quite real ize at first when THE MAN held her tight in his arms and was kissing her. * * * * * An hour or two after Jennie had left the house that morning Tom came over for her to go out with him to spend Sunday Hs they both had be come accustomed to do. Jennie’s boarding house friend was greatly surprised when she saw Tom—for Jennie had told her she was going out with Tom that day. Tom told her there had b'*en no definite arrangement made, hut had I just come over to call for Jennie the same as he had always done. An 1 then Jennie's friend realized for t.h° first time that the little girl had lit 1 to her. HAL GOFFMAN. fTo B« Continued.) * Well Versed. Lord Dufferin delivered an address be fore the Greek ( lass of the McGill 1 ni- :e • ity. about w r hlch a reporter wrote: "His Lordship spoke to the class in he purest ancient Greek, without mis- prcnouncirig a word or making the '■lightest grammatical solecism." “Good heavens!" remarked Sir Hector I.angevin to the late Sir John A. Mac Donald, "how did the reporter know • ha t ?” "I told him,” was the Conservative statesman's answer. “But you don't know Greek." “True; but I know a little about poli- Do You Know Thai— The Canadian Parliament is one of the few Parliaments in the world where speeches in two languages are allowed. This, of course, is due to the large French and English ele ments in Canada. For instance, when the Canadian House of Commons is sitting in committee, should a French- Canadian start to address the House in French, you may see the English chairman retire from hip seat and allow* a French chairman to take nis place. Ir» the »nme manner the offi cial English reporters cease work and a staff of French shorthand writers begin. Owing, to the frequency of weak excuses for leave of absence from work many employers have framed a special code of rules to govern days off. The fes.»-ving are the regula tions of one fii\ 1. One day off for funeral of any relative where death certificate is produced. 2. All mar riages and honeymoons to be ar ranged during annual holidays or n.n at all. 3 The burying of more than three unrlea or aunts a year not ac cepted as an excuse for absence. 4. For s ckness where it is proved days off allowed." The Kaiser hay adopted a novel style of displaying the royal standard on his motor t ars. A fi$«- on which are emblazoned the words, “God with us.” will be painted on transparent glass, which will be electrically il luminated at night when he is in iha car. so that it will toe recognized a long way off. A Matter of Observation. LexLon Sake entered the room and critically examined the sur roundings. Then suddenly his eye lighted on the clew* for which he sought. "Aha!” he exclaimed. “It was from a hole somewhere in this room that the mouse emerged!" His companion opened his eyes wide in wonderment; then "Your power of scent," he remark ed, "is positively marvelous, Blexton." "Power of scent be bothered," re plied the great detective. "Can’t you soe the heel-marks of a woman’s shoe on this chair—eh?” Act Quickly Don’t wait until you have some ail ment caused by poor digestion, biliousness, or by inactive bowels which may lead te a serious sickness. Immediate relief is afforded by that best corrective and preventive Sold ,-frj'vhw*. (a b»u, 10c„ 25e. PLATES Made and Delivered DR. E.G. GRIFFIN’S GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS 24-i Whitehall Street (Over Brown & Allen’*) Gold Crowns S4-Bridj« Work $4 AH Work Guaranteed Ho.jrs S-6 Pho«. X 1738 Sundija 8-1