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The Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F. KIRK. I GITF3BS it’s all up with Wilfred,” said the Manicure Lady som berly. “Ever since he gave up everything else for poetry I have felt the day would come when we would see him being dragged away between two keepers to be put In some nice, quiet place, where everybody thinks he Is Julius Caesar or Wellington. It ain’t quite come to that yet, George, but it is earning, I guess. Dear broth er won’t be with our happy house hold much longer.” “What makes you think he is going ur&zy?** asked the Head Barber. •'‘Maybe It’s just the hot weather.” ‘'No, It ain’t the hot w r eather,” argued the Manicure Lady. “The poem he wrote the other day and tried \ to read to us was wrote on the cold est day we have had this summer. ' He has been reading a lot about the mysteries of India, and all them old mystics that believe in a lot of junk about having two bodies, one here and one goodness knows where. Yo gis, he calls them, or Bogis, or some thing like that. Wilfred says they .set in front of their huts for years, ♦'Sometimes, never going away and al ways thinking, thinking. I guess It » wouldn’t do my brother any harm if he could find a nice hut and set in front of it long enough to do a little thinking. Anyhow, get this poem: ” ‘My soul Is now in India, beside The soul of some grand Hindu long since dead. My soul holds converse with the soul of him And his soul smiles at mine as might a seer Smile at a toddling child. The Hin du’s soul Knows more and seness more than ten such souls As my poor soul which dares to speak to his.’ “That does sound kind of nutty,” admitted the Head Barber. “I can’t make any sense out of it, anyway. Of course, that ain’t no sign your brother Is losing his mind, because there is a lot of poetry that was wrote by sane men and is beyond me just the same.” ‘‘This ain’t no real poem; this is loony stuff,” insisted the Manicure Lady. “Kindly listen some more, George: “ ‘Yet I am living, as my soul well deems, And thus my soul is not within a ghost, But in my living body. Is the soul Of one long dead as good a soul As one like mine while I am still alive? The Hindu’s soul stands baffled and aghast i\ At this grim question, and it swal- * lows hard, If any soul can swallow. But it an swers not.’ ” “Lay off on that!” exclaimed the Head-Barber. “I don’t aek you to stop gabbing very often, klddo-; but you have went too far to-day. The next time you start reciting poetry tG me I am going to walk right away k from this head chair and get a job r in some other shop. I suppose there will be a manicure girl there without no more sense than you; but maybe she won’t have a nut brother who thinks he can write. Now. stop, and remember what I say goes!” “Gee, I hope you do go!” snapped the Manicure Lady. “I like to see new faces once in a while, and I think that new barber which has went out to lunch would fit in fine In your place. I think he is a interesting talker, too. He talks so soulful and has such fine teeth. There is lots of worse pests in the world than me, George, and may be after you have went you will often think of me with unrevailing sighs.” A Matter of Doubt. Two Irishmen, both members of the building fraternity, were busily en gaged recently in affixing slates to the roof of a newly-erected house, when suddenly a horrid mishap oc curred. Murphy slipped. In vain he sought for something at which to clutch in order to save himself from falling. His hands grasped nothing but empty air, and by their frantic exertions caused Murphy completely to lose his foothold. So Murphy fell. Mike saw him fall, and presently, after what seemed to him hours of hideous suspense, heard 1 his friend’s body strike the ground with a dull thud. I Fearfully Mike leaned over the edge of the roof. "Are yex dead, Murphy?” he called | in apprehensive tones. "Oh, Oi’m aloive all right!” gasped Murphy feebly. Mike gazed at the prostrate bodj wonderingly. “Sure, I don’t know whether to be lieve you or not,” he remarked. "You always was a liar!” fCv Painfully Murphy raised himself on one elbow. V “Then Oi’m dead!” he wailed. “ “You’d never dare call me a liar were I aloive!” See Your Skin Grow Lighter Daily D O you want a fairer oonv plexion? If you have a very dark, sallow, coarse skin, and you want to make it soft and fair, use Palmer’s Skin Whitener and watch the result It i« marvelous and it works quickly. You cannot realize what it will do until you use it. Postpaid2 5 C AnyU ’ here All Jacbos’ Stores And Druggists Gensrally. SHOULD HAVE PLENTY OF WATER TO DRINK. KEEP OFF FLIES WITH A SCREEN. One Woman’s Story . By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER They were talking about that terri ble cry, “Man overboard!” “Only those who have been roused from midnight slumber on board ship can comprehend its meaning,'’ said the traveler. “The. .sudden alarm, the 1 fear and horror——” “Oh. yes, they can!” replied a very fittie shoemaker, who had no repute as a traveler. “I heard it once *vhen I wasn’t on a ship, and I realized the horror of it more than anyone else.” “You coilldn't,” said the great trav eler. scornfully. And t!* - "Vassembled company sided with him man. “But I could,” persisted the cob bler. “You map. I was the man who * ’• ^vn-hoarU!” “I don’t know whether to accept this testimonial or not,” mused the hair restorer man. “What’s the matter with it?” de manded the advertising munager. "Well,” explained the boss, “the man writes, ‘I used to have three bald spots on the top of my head, but since using one bottle of your hair restorer I have only one.' • • * “What d<^ we want with gold and precious s-tones?” said the proud young mother, gazing fondly uj>on the baby. “This is format- enou( h for us.” “Huh!” grunted th« father, w' lo had been walking the floor neal^y all night. "I'm glad *Wtune K HIRODA, at the fag end of her youth, woke up one morning to find that her lover had depart ed in the night, leaving her destitute. She found that, in all the 38 years of her life, she had not even made one person her own, nor earned the right even to the corner of a home in whicn to live and die. She realized that life had no pity upon her and would relax none of its claims which must be at tended to down to the smallest detail, and she rolled on the floor, beating its hardness with her forehead in an agony of despair. Evening came and it grew dark. Khiroda had not the heart to tidy the room, nor to light the lamp. Her hungry child cried till it could cry no longer, and fell asleep. A knock came to the door and a man’s voice called out, “Khiro, Khiro.” Khiroda flung open the door and rushed out at him who stood there with her broom put ting the youth to precipitate flight. Then, convulsively clutching the child to her bosom, she went out of the house and jumped into the well. The splash brought the neighbors hurrying to the spot and the bodies were fished out. The mother was un conscious. but the child was dead. Khiroda was brought round in the hospital and was committed to the sessions by the magistrates. II. Mohit Datta was the Sessions Judge. He sentenced Khiroda to death. Her advocates tried their utmost to get some mitigation of the sentence, but without success. There was some reason for this se verity of his attitude toward feminine frailty, as a glimpse into his earlier history will disclose. His Youth. Mohit in his undergraduate days lived near the house of an elderly couple with a young widowed daugh ter, Sasi. What little of the world Sasi used to see from behind the bar rier of her lonely widowhood seemed to her like some golden land of mys tery. where happiness stalked abroad. Unsatisfied longing cramped the beat ings of her heart. In the intervals of her domestic du ties Sasi sat at the window watching the crowd on the public road. She thought to herself how happy were the pas«er*by, how free the tramps, what gay characters were the hawk ers in the comedy of life, and morn ing and evening she saw the well- groomed Mohit strutting past in tha fullness of his self-conceit. To her he was n demi-god, far above the mortals she saw around her. Perhaps Sasi could have cheerfully spent all her life playing with her demi-god in the heaven of her fancy had not her evil star made the demi god smile upon her and materialize the heaven within her reach. It is needless to relate at length when Mohit’s covetous glance first fell upon Sasi, how he began to write to her under the false name of Binode, when the first trembling, ill-spelt reply reached him; how, at last, the whole of the poor little widow’s world was turned topsy-turvy In the whirlwind of ecstatic surrender. Late one night Sasi left her father and mother and got into a carriage brought by Mohit, alias Blnode. When her demi-god. with all hi* tinsel showing, got inside and sat close be side her, a sudden inrush of remorse bowed her to the dust. And when the carriage actually began to move she fell at his feet, crying, “For pity’s sake, let me go back home.” But the carriage rapidly drove away. To narrate all the episodes of Mohit’s early career would grow monotonous. This will serve as a sample. Reformed. To-day there was no one to remem ber the escapades of young “Binode.” Mohit Datta was quite a reformed character. His reading of the sacred books was incessant; he even prac tised austerities. A few r days after passing sentence on Khiroda, Mohit happened to be in the prison garden, with a view to se curing some nice, fresh vegetables for his own table. He heard from in side the jail the sound of high words, and entering, found KhirfMa In the midst of a vigorous bickering with the warder. Mohit smiled a superior smile. This is what woman is! Death at her door, and yet she must quar rel. She would dispute, thought he, amused at his conceit, even with the doorkeepers of Hades! As he drew nearer, Khiroda with clasped hands, addressed him, saying. “Mr. Judge, for mercy’s sake, tell him to give me back my ring!” On inquiry, he found that a ring had been hidden in the loops of Khi- roda’s hair, which the warder dis covering. had appropriated. Mohit was again amused. This desire for a bauble on the steps of the gallows! Oh. woman, woman! “Let me see the ring,” said he to the warder, who handed It over to him. Mohjt started as if it had been a piece of live coal. In the ring was set a miniature portrait on ivory of gold rim was engraved the name a young beardless youth. In its gold rim was engraved the name "Binoae.” He raised his eyes from the ring, and for the first time looked Khiroda keenly in the face. Ho seemed to see there the fresh, fond, tear-bedewed countenance of twenty-four vears ago. But, ah! and what a difference. PLAYING WITH NO CLOTHES ON. GIVE BABY A PAN OF WATER TO PLAY WITH—CANT GET COLD. BE A WOMAN By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. T HE boy, a big, husky youth of 18. had complained incessantly of his troubles all day. “Oh,” I said at last, in some impa tience, “why can’t you be a little braver? For pity’s sake, try to be a man!” The words had no sooner left my lips than I fell to wondering. I had urged him to be a man! If I could take him by the arm and lead him to some man who would be to him a shining Example, where would I find him? Where could I find a man who would bare his back to the rod and make no complaint? Was there a man who could teach him patience, gentleness, forbearance, charity, tenderness? Was there a man whom he could emulate, day after day, and increase his strength in so doing? I cast my eyes around all the men 1 knew In search of one who on all occasions knew how to be a man. One was quick of temper, irritable, rash, headlong, ami though withal a good man, the boy would find no in structions there in the lesson of pa tience everyone must learn. Another blustered about his bravery and fooled all but those who knew that when there was a mysterious noise at his house in the night, his wife had to investigate. Another had a reputation wide spread for philanthropy, and only the close-observing saw that his family lacked the necessities of life in order that he might enjoy seeing his name on the billboards with an imposing row of figures after it. All cared more for their own crea ture comforts than for the welUJping of the wife who supplied thej All complained loudjv of a little there was not a man among did not say often to his wife. “Look what a burden our marriage has put on my shoulders!” taking no note of the greater burden bending her back. All wore selfish, thinking only of the gratification of their own desires and showing a regard for others* 1 only in the degree to which they supplied them. There were few wjio had both phys ical and moral courage, and almost none as good in their thoughts as the law compelled them to be in their actions. Then there passed before my ^yes a procession of women, patient under CHAPTER X. T O young people the commonplace drudgery .of the workaday world is accomplished swiftly and pleas antly If they have some happiness in anticipation as a sort of objective point toward which they are progressing Mary Danforth dirt not appreciate that, from the time she received and ac cepted Craig's invitation, each task completed and ea^h hour pussed were to her Inner consciousness but stepH nearer to Wednesday night when she would again be with the man who had begun to mean much to her. She did not oee the Texan in the four days which intervened between the receipt of hia note and the night on which “Aida" was to be sung. On Monday evening her father again men tioned casually that Craig had once more called at his office. "He dropped in this morning,’’ he remarked “and I asked him up to dinner to-night, but he said he was going over to Phila delphia for a day or two, so he could not accept. He sent his kindest re gards to you, my dear”—turning to his wife—“and wished also to be re membered to Mary.’’ As he spoke he bestowed upon his daughter another of the Searching looks with which he regarded her frequently of late, but she made no comment. She was at a loss for something to say, and, under the ircumstances, sought safety In silence. On Wednesday afternoon, returning from school earlier than usual, she found that her mother had gone out, but that, before leaving, she had laid on her daughter's desk a penciled memorandum. It ran: “Mr. Craig telephoned this morning just after you had left the house. He wished to re mind you that he is to call for you at a quarter before eight.” The girl’s heart beat faster as she read the few words. He must care a great deal, she thought, to go to the trouble of emphasizing by a tele phone message an arrangement al ready made by letter. As if she could forget! She smiled happily an<i hum med gayly to herself as she went about her various tasks. Yet It was charac teristic of her that later, when her pa rents spoke of Craig and her plans for the evening, her demeanor was cool and almost indifferent. At dinner she was quiet and demure, although the glow of excitement burned on her cheeks, and she lingered after she had finished her dessert, chatting with her father and mother while they drank their coffee, always keeping the conver sation upon commonplace matters. “You have never looked prettier than you do this evening, sweetheart," her father declared as she roae to go to her room to don her wraps. "Upon my word, mother,’’ he continued, ap pealing to his wife, “does it seem pos sible that this is our little girl all grown up into a beautiful lady so soon?” The girl tunned impulsively and threw her arms about the speaker's neck. “The ‘beautiful lady,’ as you call her, is never going to grow up so far as you are concerned, daddy dear,” she whispered, clinging to him. “I always want to be Just your little girl.” He kissed her fondly. “Run alor* and get ready, dearie,” he said huskily. “I hear the Texan hero’s ring at the door now." He laughed teasingly, but there was a note of sadness In his voice, and he looked wistfully after the slight figure as the girl hurried away. Craig, handsome and distinguished In bearing in his correct evening dress, rose to greet Mary as she entered the drawing room, cloaked, with a filmy scarf thrown over her hair. “Behold a wonder among women!” he exclaimed smiling. “You are on time to the minute.” Mary’s greeting was cordial, but un ruffled by any inward perturbation. “My father is to be thanked for the punctual habits of his daughter," she said after salutations had been ex changed. "It is he who has made me a bit more careful in that matter than girls usually are." "I have already learned," the man answered gravely, "that you are dif ferent from all other girls In many ways. If your father la responsible for this fact, society In general, and I In particular, owe him a debt of thanks ” The entrance of Mr. and Mrs. Pan- forth caused a diversion that Mary found welcome, and soon she and her escort bade the elderly pair good night and took the elevator down to the street dopr. Here a taxicab stood, its engine throbbing with a clam disre gard to the cents and dollars that were being marked off on the dial at the chauffeur’s side. Craig assisted the girl into the semi-darkness of the limousine, gave an order to the driver, then followed her, sinking Into the seat by her with a sigh of content. " ‘Who knows but the world may end to-night?" he quoted laughingly. “In a taxicab that sounds more like a grlsiy prophecy than a delicate com pliment," retorted Mary. "Are you fond of Browning?" "If the note of surprise in your voice Implies that you did not know that Texans were capable of enjoying him,” he responded, "I shall be forced to say ‘Yes’ to your question. Otherwise, I will confess that I like only parts of him. Yet I can appreciate the truly beautiful just as well as a New Yorker can—even if I am theoretically wild and woolly.” He gazed admiringly at her flushed face as he spoke. a;.d his voice held a significance that Mary recognized. But she pretended not to notice it. "Tell me about the wreck,” she com manded hastily. "It was hell," he said simply. "And I am too nead the seventh heaven Just now to want to think of it.” "Who taught you to say such pretty things?" asked the girl, laughing to hide her embarrassment. "Nobody taught me,’’ the man an swered calmly. "If I say them at present, they are but the result of re flected radiance and the outcome of my great happiness as being with you again.” And. as once before this evening, the girl found refuge in silence. ATHEN8 COLLEQE, ATHENS, ALABAMA. Governed by Women, for Girls and Women. Recognized by General Hoard of Education as an A-Grade College ofi 14 entrance unit basis. In the foothills of North Alabama, between 800 and I.OuO feet above sea level Pure freestone water. On main Un© of L. & N. Rail- 1 road. Academy A Grade attached. Twenty-eight In Faculty. Beautiful new School of Music, Art. Oratory, Domestic Science, Resident Oroduate Nurse. i i certificate required of all students. Rates moderate—not cheap, gn. Apply now Seventy-first session begins September IT. Health thorou_ MARY NORMAN MOORE, President. References—Our patrons and the people of the State of Alabama. but long suffering, brave when everyone around them faltered, denying them selves that they might give to those they loved, cheerful and smiling when there wasn't a scrap of hope left, in spiring, cheering, urging on the men who walked beside them, and throw ing arms of Wotecting tenderness around husband and children! It was a noble sight. It filled my eyes with tears, and I felt an emotion too deep, and somehow too sacred, to find vent In cheering. “I will take it hack,” I said to the | young man. “Don’t be a man! Be u woman!” B l Id U A M CflUAAl *C central purpose for 120 years has been inUnAm dLnUUi. 3 to make Men of Boye. Asheville climate world renowned. Organisation Military. Two details from U. 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Departments: Kindergarten, Primary. Academic, College Preparatory, Music, Art, Expression. Thirty-sixth Session hrg'ns BEPTKM TR 11th. 1913 Wrli^ for illustrated catalogue ft. 1. P and EMMA B. SCUTT, Principals. Yellowstone National Park typifies the Great West as it was years ago. It is the one region where man has not distorted the natural beauty for commercial gain. See the wonders of the West as nature made them. • They are all to be found in the Park. Low Round Trip Fares in effect now and excellent daily train service from Omaha, Kansas City, St. Louis or Chicago. Visit Denver and Salt Lake City enroute. Let us help you to plan your trip. Write for booklets giving com plete informa- ion about the Park and the best way to see it. Union Pacific Standard Road of the Wed The direct toute of heavy double tracks, well ballasted roadbed and Automatic Electric Block Safrtv Signals. A. J. rtUTCHER, G. A. 90S Olive Street St Louie, Mo. C. M. ROLLINGS, T. P. A. 620 Woodward Bldg. 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