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Love is a sickness full of woes,
all remedies refusing:."
—Samuel Daniel.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
G K. writes: "I am seventeen
years of age and in love with
a girl one year my Junior. 1
am in love with her very much, but I
don’t know if she loves me. ,1 feel as
if I am getting sick, knowing not
what to do."
The letter bears a date of ten days
ago. If it were of yesterday, or the
day previous, there might be reason
for some uneasiness regarding the
condition of G. K„ but ten days is a
long, long time, and without doubt he
has gone through all the chills, the
fever, the pangs, and made a complete
' recovery ere this.
This boy and girl love—calf love,
some say—may develop into some
thing larger, truer, finer, but the
chances are all against it. A boy of
seventeen thinks he has found the one
love for life, and he also thinks he
will never become too old to prefer
pie to potatoes. He is sure that his
•heart will never waver from the
choice of his youth, and just as sure
that when he has grown old and gray,
and has earned the right to spend
money as he chjoses, that he will at
last gratify his youthful longing for
nut sundaes.
Seldom Serious.
The love of his extreme youth is
seldom serious, and does not even be
come a pleasant memory, for the rea
son that there were so many of them.
The one picture he thinks he will al
ways carry in his heart becomes the
composite picture of many, and he
forgets in a few years if Ethel had
blue eyes or brown, and if it were
Mary who gave him a lock of her
hair, or Susan.
His emotions are so short-lived
that calf love would be something to
laugh about were it not for the waste
of time every such love represents.
In the growing, developing, event
ful and impressionable period of life,
when a bey and girl should he study
ing their school books and laying the
foundation for helpful manhood or
womanhood, they moon around to the
neglect of everything in life that is
worth while, devoting every hope,
every energy, every thought, to whai
they call love, but which bears no
nearer resemblance to love than a
worthless pebble bears to a precious
j#W6l
It is most regrettable that so much
time is wasted in seeking for the
counterfeit, instead of preparing one s
self by study and training and self-
control to appreciate the genuine that
will cojire later.
Needless Waste.
G. K has recovered from the sick
ness that prompted his letter long
ere this. It is as if he called a physi
cian to minister to an ailment so
short-lived that it had vanished when
the physician arrived. But the physi
cian would warn him against anothei
such attack, and explain the folly of
needless pain, the waste of health and
energy that could be avoided.
I can do no more. The remedy lies
in his own hands. He must put such
devotion into the effort to make a
man of himself that there isn’t time,
room or inclination left for indul
gence in the emotions that are not
his due till he reaches man’s estate.
The Five Frankforters
A Romance of Great Wealth as Played by Money Kings
By KATHRYN KEY.
Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even
ing Journal Publishing Company.
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
"Solomon, you may come in. Our
tete-a-tete is quite over. We have
not much in common—his Highness
and I,” said the old woman sadly.
The five F*rankforters came quickly
at their mother’s summons. Char
lotte came too, and stood in the door
way where for one fleeting moment
she had touched the garments of the
God of Love as he sped by.
"Madame! Shall I speak now?”
asked Duke Gustavus with firm dp-
'cision. Then he turned from the old
mother to Solomon. "Sir—you know
already why I am here to-day. I have
the honor to beg for your daughter’s
hand in marriage."
With due solemnity Solomon an
swered: "We thank you, Duke Gus
tavus, for the high honor you confer
on our family. We accept that honor
—gratefully and gladly. 1 give my
daughter to you."
Who shall fathom the heart of a
maid? Who shall tell to what
knowledge of her woman’s heritage
charlotte had grown in one full hour 7
The girl came gently to her father
and put her hand on his shoulder and
looked deep into his eyes—into his
soul, perhaps. "Father, you CANNOT
without a word from me!"
"What do you mean?” asked her
father sternly.
"1 am ashamed! I know now that
you arranged this yesterday—and T
am ashamed."
The Crisis.
in growing anger the man ask £d
his daughter. “How ashaineUT’
“Ashamed to have been offered and
accepted in this way.”
“It is the custom of our people to
arrange marriages in this way."
Solomon's growing anger would not
brook long delay—or argument.
“A hateful custom! A shameful
custom!" cried Charlotte.
“Shameful?" Solomon's wrath was
threatening to overwhelm his digni
fied manners.
"Yes. Yes—shameful. Your High
ness. I will not be a party to a bar
gain so shameful to both of us. I
thank you—and refuse.”
“Do you know what you are sav
ing?” thundered the baffled father.
“Do you know what I am FEEL
ING? Father, do you believe that I
could ever be happy without a home?
For 1 could never find a home In that
castle, with the very servants laugh
ing at me behind my back. And the
portraits on the walls staring at ne
and seeming to say: “If you please
you have come here too soon: watt
another century or so!' No, no! If I
marrv, I—Grannie " And poor
little Charlotte, having fought her
first battle—life's great battle ' >T
.-the right to happiness--fell sobbing
at her grandmother’s feet.
“Grannie!” Poht little banker's
daughter, who has never known •<
mother, will you plead In vain to
the dear old woman who has been
the saint of your girlish dreams?
Solomon spoke. He was very an
gry, but it was that cold. Implacable,
anger that brooks no interferenre
with his desires. “Your Highness will
forgive this exhibition? My daughter
will soon see reason?”
But Gustavus was to atrugg.e
slowly to-day to his full heritage of
manhood. “1 beg you—I insist that
you shall not persuade her against
her will." ...
"Her will?” said Sollomon, In. th-.g
family the children obey their pa -
ents."
A Boomerang.
Erau Gudula rose with quiet dignity
from her great arm chair. |he n
YOU obey ME—and let the child have
her way‘in this. Duke Gustavus. I
ihink you at last are wise enough to
understand it must be so. Dove■ ie
greater than any of us. No. little
“harlotte. get up! Grannie wont .et
tnyone hurt you. "
Gustavus smiled. “Madame, I have
looked into the souls of three women
lo-day—and I think I understand.
But now, Baron, if I do not fulfil my
Solomon spoke bitterly: “Count
Eehrenberg has the money! He is
lalf way to the castle by now."
“It will be returned to you. ot
•ourse " began Gustavus, quietly, and
‘hen his old merry, devil-may-care
spirit finished the sentence—“if there
s any left."
Fr^u Gudula spoke with stately au-
ihority: “No, Duke Gustavus, be
■tjankfu! you have it. Perhaps it will
make a great difference in all of
rour life. If I know' my sons, they
> will not be losers.”
‘■Mv mother is right." said Am-
,tchel. "We have never yet taken
Hack a signature."
"If your Highness is not too anx-
Extremes of Fashion From Paris
ious to return to Neustadt Castle at
once." said Nathan, "we can discuss
the situation over the rest of the Bur
gundy. Will you come. Carl, Am-
schel? I think we still feel that
Your Highness’s personal security is
what we want.”
And as they discussed the salt
mines and great forests that might
yet make the Duchy of Taunus a
wealthy province, the brothers little
dreamed of the hidden wealth Gus
tavus was finding in his dream of a
pair of eyes that had not lied. For
suddenly the Duke of Taunus knew
that the old home was his and he
must not leave it—that a man must
not abdicate for the woman he loves
—but that when he is worthy to rule,
then he is worthy to win even her
love. And the money? Oh. Gustavus
of Taunus could always find plenty
of use for that! Love may work mir
acles. but because his sweetheart’s
hair is spun gold, a spendthrift does
not learn to scorn ^11 other gold!
The Real Reason.
And Solomon was thinking of the
plans that had gone so sadiy amiss
—and of his twelve millions of flor
ins! They might have been better
invested!
“Who could have believed it!” said
he. "A young fellow like that to
have the best of us! Providence has
helped him.”
"Perhaps he is sharper than you
thought,” said his mother.
"Then I am all the more sorry to
lose him as a son-in-law. Now—
Fraudlein Charlotte—you will be so
good as to give me your reasons for
what you have done.”
The girl moved slowly, almost as
one in a dream, across to the father
had -so aorely disj>ie$>ed. Her
tie scene was set and she must play
out her part before her audience.
Grannie was sitting again in her
great arm-chair by the little break
fast table. Old So! still shone across
the rose arbor and traced a pattern of
flowers and leaves on the soft green
carpet Across the room, stood her
Cousin Jacob—intent, waiting—one
would scarcely dare guess for what.
But Charlotte and her father stand
ing close—close in The little heart of
that sunny room, were talking to each
other across grim, gray seas of mis
understanding.
"Your reasons, Charlotte,” said the
man. This was not father talking to
daughter—it was t,he man of busi
ness talking to the woman who had
dared to balk his dearest plans.
"You know them, father. If I
mar- it will not be for a castle,
and iX grand title, and position—the
Duke would have given those to me
—but 1 want more—far more—than
he could ever give me."
"Go on."
"And I must be able to give more
—infinitely more than I could ever
give to him. Then I would be con
tent to live anywhere- as dear Gran
nie was.”
The Truth Comes Out.
Solomon sank into a great chair
across the room from his mother.
On Frau Gudula s face was a sweet
smile of memory—and hope for this
younger generation whom she loved.
And Jacob? Jacob was waiting—.
waiting with throbbing pulses and
yearning eyes for that supreme thing
for which he would have given the
world had the world been his!
"Is there anyone to whom you
could give-—and who could give to
you—all you mean?" asked Solomon
with slow' insistence. He would sift
this matter of his daughter’s daring
disobedience to the bottom.
"I—I—believe so, father."
"Will you tell me who he is?"
The girl did not answer. Pulsing,
telltale blood stained her cheeks with
lovb’s own royal crimson—but she
could not lift her stfury eyes.
"So! It is all arranged between
you. I suppose. What is his position
in life?”
Charlotte answered so low that one
might scarcely hear her timid tones:
"He is—a business man. I think you
would call it.”
"Every tailor calls himself that.
What kind of a business is his?”
"Banking”—still lower.
A banker?”
"Yes; like you.” The girl wondered
if this torture would ever cease
would she ever be at peace—and
happy?
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DON’T WORRY.
|P\HAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am nineteen and for some
time past have been keeping com
pany with two young men, K. and
G. Now . as they are having numer
ous disputes over me, 1 decided to
meet Just one of them and stop
their quarrels. I prefer the society
of G.. and I told this to U.. thinking
it best to be honest with him. He
became very angry and said I had
done him a great wrong in not tell
ing him before. He als accused me
of encouraging him. He has vowed
he will cause trouble between G. ami
me. I am only a little girl and such
a thing as love never occurred to
me GLADYS
1 think R. is blustering in the hope
of frightening you If you prefer G.
you have the right to show your prefer
ence. It will be much better for you
to go with neither than to try to meet
brtth.
THEY ARE RIGHT.
TAKAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I anl seventeen and deeply in
love with a girl one year my Junior,
whom I have known three years.
Now, as my parents think 1 am too
young to have anything to do with
girls, I would like to have your ad
vice on the matter. JACK.
Your constancy for three years is in
your favor. Be constant a few years
longer and this will prove your love
more than any protestations.
In the meantime remember your par
ents know best
KNEW A LITTLE
opyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play "Within the Law” 1*
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelization of It Is published by his
permission. The American IMay Com-
iHiny is the sole proprietor of the ex
clusive rights of the representation
and performance of "Within the Law
in all languages.
The ultra extreme of evening dress.
One of the longest concrete viaducts
in the world is being erected over the
Cuyaroga River in Cleveland. It has
a length of 2,880 feet and is a double-
decker, the upper deck carrying a drive
way 42 feet wide for automobiles and
other vehicles, with 12 feet of "side
walk" on each side. The lower deck
will carry four street railway tracks.
The clearance over the channel will
be 93 feet. Some 1,500 concrete spiles
are being driven to carry the nine piers
nearest the water
Experiments have been made in Ger
many In the use of pigeons for scouting
purposes. The pigeons are provided with
miniature cameras furnished with shut
ters that are released automatically.
The birds are set free from selected
points so that they fly over the enemy's
fortifications. When they return home
the photographs they have taken are
developed, and sometimes important dis
closures appear on the film.
At Loerracb, In the Black Forest,
there is a lake, the bed of which re
mains dry from 10 to 13 years at a
time, and then suddenly refills with
water from subterranean springs to a
depth of 12 to 15 feet. After ten years
the Eichener Sea, as it is calle-l, i ;is
again commenced to fill, and has de
stroyed all the crops which farmers had
planted on the bed.
Value of Bluff.
In a close encounter during the Ameri
can Civil war, two soldiers, one from
each army, came face to face within
short range.
Each put up his gun and fired, as it
subsequently appeared, his last car
tridge. Both missed. The bullet of one
man buried itself in a tree, and the shot
of the other passed through the coat of
his enemy. Each man. knowing his
ammunition was gone, supposed himself
to be at a disadvantage.
One of them made a great show of re
loading his gun, and, stepping forward,
demanded a surrender. The other threw
down his arms with a groan.
"If I had another cartridge l would
never surrender,” he exclaimed,
“That's all right," calmly remarked
the captor, marching off his prisoner
‘If 1 had another, you may be sure I
shouldn’t have asked yoq to surrender.”
T HE picture on the left show's a
rich and effective model for thea
ter or semi-evening wear. The
original gow r n was of sulphur-colored
brocaded satin over a foundation of
sulphur chiffon.
The under part of the bodice is
formed by a very high dnaped belt
which rises in two points from tne
under arm to the chest. Shadow lace
edged with beads starts from a
beaded ornament at the center front
and comes over the shoulder, falling
in the back in long ajigel sleeves,
which end in a beaded tassel.
The skirt is made in two pieces,
draped one over the other, and is
held at the light by a buckle of
beads, from which starts a small
round train.
For the Extremist.
The model on the right cannot be
recommended to the woman who
wishes to be modest. The considera
tion of what not to wear is almost as
important as what clothes to select;
and together with the extremes of the
overworked Balkan blouse fashion,
the wise woman will avoid the sleeve
less corsage and the skirt slit to the
knees. It will be easily seen how’ the
modifications that good taste suggests
to every woman will change these
dresses from extremes of freakishnen>
ink* really graceful dresses.
This model shows an evening gowr
of Persian blue and gold oVer a foun
dation of black chiffon; the bodice
' plain in corselet style, and the top
consists of a fichu of black chiffon
which drapes over the shoulder to
form small sleeves. The waist is
girdled by a belt of Persian bltif
satin, with a huge flower of the same
material In front. The plain skirt is
split at the knees to show the founda
tion of ideated chiffon. On one sid<
of this cut it curves up about thn <
inches from the floor, and on the let
it lengthens into a train with round
ing corners.
Up-to-Date
Jokes
"Do you think $20 will be enough
to give the minister?’’ inquired the
prospective bridegroom.
"You'd better make it $25,” replied
the best man. "He is going to be
married himself next week.”
"Do you know how to run a motor
car?”
"Well," replied Mr. Chuggins. "I
know all about Qie mechanism of the
tiling. But I haven’t yet mastered
the city ordinances."
A gentleman traveling some time ago
asked a one-armed mendicant by whom
he was accosted how he lost his arm.
"It was 'Ike this, sir. The last time I
went to sea w r e was caught In a typhoon
off Gape ’Orn. The ship went over on
her beam ends, so the cap'n 'e orders
me an’ Tom to go out on the yardarm
to keelhaul the bo’sprit and ter splice
the jib-boom to the mainmast. 1 was
a-hangin’ on to the top-gallant ratlin's
when Tom suddenly let go his end. an’
1 was pitched 40 f#et in the ’old.”
The gentleman smiled.
"That’s a capital yarn." he said.
“You ought to have been a sailor," and,
without giving him anything, went on
his way.
Crestfallen, the beggar watched his
interrogator, and saw a crossing-sweep
er touch his hat most deferentially to
him.
“I say, Jim, who’s ’e w’en 'e’s at
’ome?" he called.
"Him?” replied the sweeper. "Don't
you know who that is? Why, that's
Admiral Beresford."
Always Merry and Bright.
False to all the traditions of Scotland
and of farming. Sandy MoTavish w r as a
supreme optimist.
Nothing ever seemed to w'orry him.
One day-—so the story goes—during
the great floods, he was found by a
neighbor lucky enough to possess a boat
1 sitting j>eacefully on the roof of his
house, smoking his pipe while the wa
ters rose.
"Hello. Sandy!" cried the neighbor.
"Hello, Sam!” cried the cheerful one.
"All your fowls w r ashed away, I sup
pose?”
Sandy nodded.
"Ay,” he said; "but the ducks can
swim!"
“Apple trees gone. too. eh?"
"Well, the crop would have failed
anyhow."
"So will you." said Sam, "if you sit
up there much longer. Why, the wa
ters have covered your ground floor
windows already."
"1 know,” replied Sandy, as he smoked
on; "and a good thing, too. Them win
dows did want washin*’.’’
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
today’s Installment.
’’Why, Dad,” he said, "she Is young
She’s Just a little child in a hundred
ways. She loves the trees and the grass
and the flowers -and everything that’s
simple and real! And as for her lw*art—”
His voice was low and very tender.
"Why, her heart is the biggest I’ve
ever known. It’s just overflowing w*ith
sweetness and kindness. I’ve seen her
pick up a baby that had fallen in the
street and mothei* it ih a way that —
well, no one could do It as she did it,
unless her soul was clean."
Gilder in Despair.
The father was silent, a little awed.
He made an effort to shake off the feel
ing. and spoke with a sneer.
“You heard what she said yesterday,
arid you still are such a fool as to think
that."
The answer of the son came with an
immutable finality, the sublime faith of
love.
“I don’t think—I know!”
Gilder was In despair. What argu*
ment could avail him? He cried out
sharply in desperation.
‘Do you realize what you’re doing?
Don’t go to smash, Dick, just at the be
ginning of your life. Oh. I beg you.
boy, stop! Put this girl out of your
thoughts and start fresh.’’
The reply was of the simplest, and it
was the end of the argument.
"Father." Dick said, very gently. "I
can’t."
There followed a little period of quiet
between the two. The father, from his
desk, stood facing his* son,'who thus
denied him in all honesty because the
heart so commanded. The son rested
motionless and looked with unflinching
eyes into his father's face. In the gaze
of each was a great affection.
"You're all I have, my boy,” the older
man said at last. And now the big voice
wns a mildest whisper of love.
"Yes. Dad,” came the answer-another
whisper, since It Is hard to voice the
truth of feeling such its this. “If I could
avoid it, I wouldn’t hurt yo- for any
thing In the world. I'm sorry, Dad
awfully sorry—” He hesitated; then his
voice rang out clearly. There was in his
tone, when he spoke again, a recognition
of that loneliness which is the curse and
the crown of being:
“But." he ended, "1 must fight this out
by myself—fight it out in my own way.
. . . And I’m going to do it!”
CHAPTER XVI.
Burke Plots.
ry'MlE butler entered. "A man to
see you, sir,” he said. Gilder
made a gecture of irritation, as he
sank into the chair at his desk.
"I can’t see any one to-night, Thom
as,” he exclaimed, sharply.
“But he said It was important, sir/*
the servant went on. He held out the
tray Insistently.
The master took the card grudgingly.
As his eyes caught the name, his ex
pression changed slightly.
“Very well," he said, “show him up.”
His glance met the wondering gaze of
his son.
“It’s Burke.” he explained.
“What on earth can he want—at this
Mme of night?” Dick exclaimed.
The father smiled grimly.
“You may as well get used to visits
from the police.”
There was something ghastly in his
effort toward playfulness.
A moment later Inspector Burke en
tered the room.
Oh, you’re here, too.” he said, as his
eyes fell on Dick. “That’s good! I
wanted to see you. too.”
Inspector Burke was, in fact, much
concerned over the situation that had
developed. He was a man of undoubted
ability, and he took a keen professional
pride In his work.
He possessed the faults of his class,
was not too scrupulous where he saw
a safe opportunity to make a snug sum
of money through the employment of
his official authority, was ready to
truckle to those whose influence could
help or hinder his ambition. But, in
spite of these ordinary defects, he was
fond of his work and wishful to excel
In it.
Thus. Mary Turner had come to be a
thorn in his side. She flouted his au
thority and sustained her incredible ef
frontery by a restraining order from the
court. The thing was outrageous to him.
and he set himself to match her cun
ning. The fact that she had involved
Dick Gilder within her toils made him
the more anxious to overcome her in the
strife of resources between them.
After much studying, he had at last
planned something that, while it would
not directly touch Mary herself, would
at least serve to intimidate her, and as
well mtfke further action easier against
her.
It was in pursuit of this scheme that
he now came to Gilder’s house, and the
presence of the young man abruptly
gave him another idea that might bene
fit him well. So he disregarded Gilder's
greeting, and went on speaking to the
son.
Dick's Eyes Flashed.
"She’s skipped!" he said triumph
antly.
Dick made a step forward. His eyes
flashed, and there was anger in his voice
as he replied:
“I don’t believe it.”
The inspector smiled, unperturbed.
"She left this morning for Chicago,”
he said, lying with a manner that long
habit rendered altogether convincing. ”1
told you she’d go.” He turned to tfie
father, and spoke with an air of boast
ful good nature "Now, all you have
to do Is to get this boy out of the scrape
and you’ll he all right.”
"If we only could!”
The cry came with deepest earnestness
from the lips of Gilder, but there was
little hope in his voice.
The inspector, however, was confi
dent of success, and his tones rang
cheerfully as he answered.
To be Continued To-morrow.
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worry, because the child would get
over its troubles as he grew older.
But the parents did w'orry. They
could not help it, seeing their child
in such constant misery. They
called at Coursey & Munn’.s Drug
Store and obtained a treatment of
Quaker Extract. The child was
given this remedy regularly ac
cording to directions, and the re
sults came to light. He took one
bottle and a half of the Extract,
and expelled not one but a handful
of small worms, some alive and
some dead. These were the cause
of the child's sufferings. and
Quaker Extract, by removing the
cause, cured the child. These worms
were two inches long each. To-day
the little fellow is happy as a lurk
and his happiness is shared by his
loving parents, his cheeks are red
and rosy.
The case again proves the powers
of the wonderful Quaker Extract.
If you suffer from rheumatism, ca
tarrh or stomach worms, call at
Coursey & Munn’s Drug Store, 29
Marietta Street, for Quaker Ex
tract, 6 for $5.00, 8 for $2.50 or $1.00
a bottle. Oil of Balm, 25c, or 5 for
$1.00. Do not fail to call to-day and
obtain good health. We prepay ex
press charges on all orders of $3.00
or over.
National
Conservation
Exposition
p KNOXVILLE
' TENN
Sept I st
lo >'
Nov. I st
1913
LOW RATES
ON ALL
RAILROADS
The big event of the year, na
tional in scope, with the South as its
special field. Grounds cover more
than 100 acres. Eleven large build
ings and a number of smaller struc
tures. Ten acres of exhibit space.
The Industrial Progress of the South
to be shown in a special All-South
Building. Many large exhibitors
taking from 500 to 2,000 square
feet for their displays. Attractions
new and on extensive scale.
Make your plans to visit the
largest exposition ever held in the
Southern States. Reduced rates
from all points. Write for illustrat
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