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THE Their Mamed Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. W * rTH no prices on the menu!'* rf>i*%ateci Helen in amaze ment "Then they can charge us anything they please?" "That's the Idea Moat of the smart places in Paris never price their food They're supposed to cater to people a ho are concerned only with the qual ity of the dishes not with the price " "But, Warren, WE don't want to go o such a place! I'd he so worried about what the check was going to be I couldn't eat a thing "Well we re going to one right now for Jlnner - Cafe D’Armenonville • >ne of the 4how places in the Hols You'll see more smart Parisians there than you’ve seen vet. While we're over here we're go ng to do Paris What difference does h few dollars make one way or the other'.’" "But. dear. I’m not dressed for a pre tentious place." "Well, put on something light then anything will do They don’t expect Americans to dress much They think we all come from a sort of wild and woolly West All they want is our money." "Well, 1 don't think we've got so much." laughed Helen "Not enough to go to a place where they don't price their food." "Guess we can stand it for once Hur ry up it's almost 7." A little later they left the hotel Out side Warren raised his cane at a pass ing taxi. Warren Determined. "Of course we've got to have a <uh." impatiently, as Helen made her usual protest "It's the only way you can get to that place Now. you leave this to me We're going to Armenonville'a to-night, and we're going to do the thing right Hang the expense' When Warren started out in this spir it Helen knew It was useless to try to curb him He was in the mood to spend money—and he was going to spend it She leaned back In the cab with a sigh of resignation But as this was Helen's first drive through the Champs Ely see s, she soon forgot everything else In the beauty of tha scene. I'nder the trees along the drive, were chairs and tables, mostly deserted now But from the gay gowns of the few peo ple who still lingered Helen could Im agine what It must have been an hour earlier 'Til not have the time, hut you ought to come out to the Bo Is some afternoon for tea." suggested Warren. "Nothing like it in the world. There's Artnenon- vllle's througli there," pointing to a mass of brilliant lights glimmering through a grove of trees Cabs, taxies and victorias were lined up three and four abreast in the wide graveled driveways before this famous restaurant. "But we re not going to keep this taxi?" asked Helen anxiously, as they waited their turn to draw up before the entrance "That’s just what we re going to do," snapped Warren "We'll not take any chances of getting one when we're througli." To order dinner from an unpriced menu, and to fee) that a taxi was in dustriously ticking up the francs - the evening held little prospect of pleasure for Helen Warren led the way through the spa cious hallway to the garden beyond. The place was like fairyland, with banks of red geraniums, a gleaming fountain, and ropes of colored lights festooned through trees and shrubbery There must have been a hundred or more tables on the lawn, yet all were taken, and a group of people were waiting "You stay here." Warren strode off determinedly after a headwaher Helen's gaze followed him anxiously LIFE’S STRUGGLE WITH ILLNESS Miss Stewart Tells How She Suffered from 16 to 45 years old—How Finally Cured. HUPHEMIA, OHIO.-—"Because of total ignorance of how to care for myself when verging into woman hood, and from taking cold when go ing to school, I suffered from a dis placement. and each month I had s- vere pains and nausea which always meant a lay-tiff from work for t\\v» to four days from the time 1 was 16 years old "I went to Kansas to live with m\ sister, and while there a doctor toll me of the Pinkham remedies but I did not use them then as my faith in patent medicine wan limited After my sister died 1 came home to Ohio to live and that has been my home i«;r the last 18 years. "The Change of Life came when i was 47 years old. and about this tim T saw my physical condition pi.<in;\ described in one of your advert - ments. Then 1 began using Lydia E Pinkham'* Vegetable Compound, and I can not tell you or any one ih*-; relief It gave me in the first three months. It put me right where I need not lay off «-ver\ month, an! during the last is yours I have n c paid out two dollars to a doctor, and have been blessed w ith excellent health for a woman of my age. and 1 can thank Lydia K. Pinkham'? Vege table Compound for it “Since the Change f Life is ov*r 1 have been a matern tv nurse ant being wholly self-sup; ting 1 car not overestimate the value of good health. 1 have now earned a com fortable little home just by s. win and nursing since l w as f»2 years ■ : ! I have recommended the Compound o many with good results, as it is <- cellent to take before and after child birth.”—Miss Evelyn Adelia Stew r Euphemia, Ohio. If you want special advice wrC.e to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co confidential i. L w nn. Mass. Your let ter will be opened, read and an swered by a woman and held in strict --onfidence. The Brighter Side of Turkey Trotting An Expert's Advice of How This Famous Dance Can Be Purged of All (objectionable Features. She saw hint slip some money into tin hand of the suave Frenchman, and a moment later they were being seated at one of tiie few tallies that had been "reserved "Warren. I thought you didn't believe in hr.ting head waiters?" "Well, you've got to do It here. This la h show plat *-, i tell you, and you’ve got to come across. We'd have stood there all night without a table if I hadn't forked up.” Helen's first concern was In the menu a large card with a fantastically dec- j orated border of lobsters and crabs. She had hoped all along that Warren was wrong and that the prices would be | given, but there was not a single figure. I This bill of fare was to show only what you could get not what you would have to pay for It. "Oh. dear. Just order one or two I things' I’m not very hungry and you I had luncheon, didn't you?" But Warren only glowered at her. and gave his order to the waiter by check ing off with his pencil some, of the 1 dishes with the longest and. as Helen 'hough!, most expensive looking French ! names "Now. see here." when the waiter had gone, "this isn't so bad as you think Hie theory of this Is that they charge in proportion to what you order. For ; instance, if you only have a roast and a salad, you pay more proportionately for those two dishes than you would If you had four or five That’s fair enough " "Well, If that's their method, then I why don’t they put down the prices and deduct a certain percentage when you order a number of things'* Wouldn’t that be a good idea for any restaurant - Think how much more people would order if they felt they were getting ^discount." "Huh! Sort of on the principle of ! five cents apiece, six for a quarter! grinned Warren. "But don’t you see people WOULD order more." insisted Helen, growing en thusiastic over her idea "I’m sure any of the big New' York restaurants would | coin money on that plan." "Better try to sell ’em the idea when you get back," scoffed Warren. "They might pay you something for It." "Well, they might!" defiantly, j Just then a striking beauty, in a | clinging white gown and a drooping , leghorn bat with red poppies, swept by, leaving a trail of perfume. "Dear, some of the gowns ABE beau- | tiful.” mused Helen, now giving hersell I tin to a study of the place A Pretty Girl. "Not a had-looklng girl over there In yellow." commented Warren. "I was just going to speak of her—* that’s the most WONDERFl’L gown!” | The girl was dark and slender, with ! heavy brown hair drawn low into u slm- ; pie coll on her neck. Her dress was of j pale yellow chiffon, with brown fringe; j her hat of the same chiffon was wreathed with yellow-petaled. brown eyed daisies, and the streamers of j brown velvet ribbon were knotted un- :rier her chin Most of the hats had either ties or streamers, with the trimming placed at : some daring angle. While they must | have looked very extreme in the shop windows. the> were charming on the women who wore them "After all. the French women DO know how to wear their clothes." "The ones you see here ought to," 1 was Warren’s comment "That’s about their only Job." | "Dear. 1 haven't any Idea what I'm eating." Helen exclaimed suddenly. "Well, It’s good, Isn't it? That's sweetbread with truffles anil wine sauce, j en casserole one of their specialties ' here. Only place in Baris you can get ! it like this.” But. to Helen the foot! was always secondary to the atmosphere of the place and the people. And now she ah I sent-mlndedly ate her dinner, intent upon the scene about her. "A woman never has any palate." grumbled Warren. "This dish la a work of art There’s a smoothness and tla- vor to this sauce that you wouldn't get 1 anywhere else in the world But you {don't appreciate It! A dinner like this is wasted on any woman " ; "Why, dear, that isn't fair." indig- nantlj "1 think it's delicious, and I’m eating every bit of it." A Treat. "Oh, you're eating it, but might as well be eating corned beef hash In a | dairy lunch room. I tell you this Is a treat' No wonder the chef who made that sauce didn't want a price put on it. You can't price a thing like that any more than you can price a rare picture." enthused Warren, growing eloquent un der the Influence of the vintage wine Even Helen forgot her dread of the check and became enthusiastic when the waiter served the fruits an cham pagne It was a tall glass dish of cut fruit, wonderful strawberries, cherries, pineapples and peaches flouting In an ice<i syrup of blended wines und cor dials. When later the check was brought face down on a plate, instinctively Hel en leaned forward to see the total. But Warren took It up quickly, glanced over the items, drew a crisp note from his wallet and laid it over the check Helen was not familiar enough with French nu t,* v to know the amount of the note. I nor could she tell by the change re- I turned. ! "Dear, how much was that check’*" unable to keep back the question. "Well, I’ve paid it, haven't l? And It was a blamed good dinner Now we ll have no harangues over expenses this evening Gome on let’s see if we can t find that cab." The cab' Helen had wholly forgotten that the < ab was walling and they had he*-n there almost three hours! Warren located their driver and In a few moments they were whirling back through the Ghamps Klysees, now more i beautiful than ever with the lights gleaming througli the dark trees, ami | with every now and then a glimpse of the Seine and its jeweled bridges. But the chatm of all this was lost on . Helen She wh> not. leaning back and enjoying the beauty of the drive. In stead she w- - sitting bolt upright, every muscle strained, as she tensely tried to figure out how much lhat din net and the three hours' wait of the cab must have cost. One Woman’s Story . By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER (Top picture) “This is a dance where shoulders count.’’ (Bottom picture) “There should be a foot of space between partners.’’ T By LILIAN LAUFERTY. AlIK new school of turkey trot ting has brought Into existent.* two groups of rabid partisans— those who do the dance and know how jolly is the dancing, and those who look on and see how shocking Is the prancing. And meanwhile turkey trotting is so earnestly done that it seems In a fair way to he done T o death—and a fallow field for humor ists will thus become sterile and bar ren of little jokes like the famous, "She is more trotted against than trotting." In our age of specialization, tur key trotting Is not sufficiently spe cialised, and every little freak step that wriggles its way into life mas querades under the one name or that of some barnyard or menagerie rein tive. There is a brighter side to turkey trotting; there is a possibility of having it become a dance as weil regulated as the two-step, and yet free to express the true dancing Jos of-living of the partners who merrily whirl through its mazes For confirmation of this theory, while in New York 1 went to Leon Errol, the clever originator of "turk Ish trottishness." one of the features of the Ziegfeld “Follh m of 1913." and with clever Stella Chatelaine, the partner of dances and of life to help him, Mr. Errol showed me how you should and how you shouldn't do th "trot." Correct Position. "Here is the correct position for learning the trot." said Mr Erroll, i! lustrating the while. "Th** girl places her hands on the shoulders of h«*:* partner The man places on*- hand under the elbow of his partner and his bent elbow under her other arm. In this .position ever- sway of a part ner who knows the dance throws the shoulders of the other partner Into the proper swing: not a wriggle or a suggestive movement, but the sway in~ to music that is the natural ex pression used in all dances that are a real expression of Joy s*-t to music In stead of conventional ballroom steps. "If you want to see the art of dan. - Itig. naturally you go to see (Jen*- and you enjoy without any thought of spending y ears in try ing to master tin- art <»f dancing as she has done. "Pint when you go to see the mod ern. up-to-date dancing of the stag - y ou have a weather *->*• on learning i»> do It. too an<l springing a new step at the next cabaret you favor. Hex are three things to remember about stage dancing’—-it consists of tempo, a trick step and a bit of acting t<> catch the eve. In comedy dancing like mine, the tempo is very quick- whirlinely rapid without a break in j its movements, that fMrlv plb- up m top of one another. Then there is the trick atop worked out to be as differ ent as possible, and flna n ' the com; * element to make it p> with the audi ence. Allow For Freedom. The amateur turk. \ trotter must cony the first two parts of stage tur- kev tPitting and avoid the acting ilk • grim death. "Don’t ]day to the gallery don’t do an exaggerated step and fairly revel in the idea that the people are looking at you in admiring wonder. They are probably wondering all right—bow you cart be so vulgar or >x> foolish. "Take a refined position that leaves at least a foot of space between the partners and allow for freedom of motion. Holding your partner too closely not only makes the dance sug gestive. and gives too much chance to the critical enemies of turkey trotting to get in their work, but makes it Impossible for the amateur to dance with the graceful free sway that »s the chief beauty of turkey trotting. "Then w 1th a clear picture in your mind of what you want to do. work out a vtep. Sometimes Miss Chate laine and 1 see little children dancing to an organ grinder’s tunes on the streets -that suggests a step—and we may spend as much as two hours in working opt the one step. "Turkey trotting demands a free yet ftrrn position that lets the part ners work together; an absolute feel ing for time, and ability to follow the music without a break; the utmost patience in working out a step, and ability and imagination to work out little trick steps that will add to the mere sway that is the basis of all tur key I rotting and allied dances’. “We must always keep in mind that this is a dance in which shoulders count. In the now sedate waltz, the position of arm-around-waist used to be considered rather risque—well, you don’t have to assume that position if you are going to trot correctly. The position I suggest—girl's arms on man’s shoulders, and man’s arms used as levers under girl’s elbow’s, is staid, respectable and guaranteed to pro duce graceful rhythmical trotting. "As in other departments of life, and dancing.” concluded Mr. Errol, “there ie a right 'way and there is a wrong way. But the right way to turkey trot is pleasing to observe and pleasing to do. If the amateur will assume the position I teach and prac tice one step at a time patiently and in faithful effort to keep in perfect rhythm with the music, he will soon find himself able to do a modern dance without a shade of vulgarity and without a trace of amateurish ill- at-easeness." Little Bobbie’s Pa Bv WILLIAM F. KIRK. \ "1 7E got a other new white hired y Y gurl. her naim is Vera. Ma sed it is a pritty nalm. but I think it is a funny naim for a hired gurl. Hired gurls used to be called Bridget & Nora & thny was good hired gurls, to*) But things is different now. The last three hired gurls we had was Marguerite *v Sylvia & Belladonna. & now we have Vera. She Is vary pritty. Pa sed she had dree my eyes & Ma setl it was from sleeping too ho und that Iter eyes was dreemv. Vera is riteing a play. She wuddent tell Ba *£ Ma that she was riteing it, but sip toald me so 1 promised her that 1 w uddent say a word to Pa & Ma. T:,< naim of th*- pla> is Alone in Milledgeville, *fc it tells about a butiful young gurl that fell in luv with a k‘ per in the Milledgeville in sane usilum. lie was a vilyun. The gurl goes to Milledgeville to see him beekaus h * had toald her that ne owned a grate Itig estate, lie took the I gurl to the asilurn & toald her that till the insane peepul thare was his ' servants. She beleeved him at first | and then the horribel truth dawned i *»n her Then she sed In poetry to i the vilyun: ; You have me at pure men u here Of flint than ain't an doubt: I think l shall go bughouse. deer, ] j If gou don't git me out. | I'd rather he a peasant's bridt *( housekeep in a hut I Than teed a < hump in this here dump ! *( get fit be a nut. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. NOT WORTH YOUR WORRY. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 18 and recently met a young man about the same age. He made quite an impression upon me and w ,# * have met by ap pointment a few times. Last week I happened to misunder stand a date the young man made in his letter and disappointed him Now’ he is angry, and although I tried to exolain the matter to him. he will not believe my ex cuse. I am quite heartbroken over it. RAY. Your humble attitude doesn’t do you credit. You did no wrong and owed neither apology nor explanation. Please, for your own sake, let the matter end here, and if he attempts to see you. refuse THERE COULD BE NO OBJEC TION. Dear Miss Fairfax. I am 16. and have a friend two years my senior. His birthday is quite near and I would like to know if it is proper for me to send him a birthday card, so as to let him know I think of him. ANXIOUS. A cordial little note, wishing him many happy returns, will prove your friendship. You are so young; will you promise me to regard no man as more than a friend for a few years longer? CE RTAI N l.Y NOT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am deeply in love with a young man 21 years old. I meet him often and he gives me hints that he loves me. but he also tells me he hasn’t courage to propose. Now please tell me how I should act. Should I tell him that I love him or not? HILDA. The girl worth having is worth ask ing for. Tell him so the next time he hints. Also hint that there are other men not quite so slow. But save your avowal of love until he has earned It. THE DIFFERENCE IMMATERIAL Dear Miss Fairfax: I am in love with a girl four years my senior, which difference in our ages seems to stand be tween us. I have tried in every was possible to convince her of my love, but so far have not suc ceeded. I do not believe I can ever be happy without her. E. You do not state your age. If you are old enough to marry, her four years seniority should be. no bar. I iim convinced she refuses you be cause she does not love you. Be per sistent In your devotion, and if that does not melt her heart, try giving your atentlon to some other girl. CERTAINLY. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am eighteen and am keeping company with a young man for the past year. Now this young man's folks live out of town and invited me to their home. Should I accept their invitation? A. B. S. If the invitation is from his mother I would have you accept by all means, it wfill mean a great deal to your future happiness to get on good terms with them, and the visit may give you an enlightening view of youY lover. I hope it will prove favor able. Dear Miss Fairfax: vilyun. The second act is the saim as the first, in the asilum. One of the pashunts thare isent crazy at all. he is a rich young man wich to beeing kep in thare so his relatives can git all his mutiny. He falls In luv with the poor gurl wich Is being held thare b\ the vilyun & tells her that they will find some way to escape. She looked up into his eyes & ree- sited a other peece of poetry Sh* was all the time reesiting poetry sh* rote. Vera toald me. Vera sed that the longer the heroine stayed in the asilum the moar poetry fhe rote. Sin looked up into the eyes of the hero & reeslted. Oh ges. 7 trill fig a wag with gou And marrg gou for luv. \ urr muting all can stag with gou. / hare no use for it. duv. Hut what if gou mite be insane t(r not trhat gou representf Then to this place l wud return it- be sorrg / ever had went. If gou are reelg sane, mg own. Our tires will pleasant be. Hut if sum nite I’d heer you groan Til hide a wag from thee It is a awful, haunting feer To feer one's husband is dippg. rf if I ever see gou thus I'll jump in the Mississippi. The last act isent finished yet, Vera toald me. She is pritty smart for a hired gurl. She says wen she gits rich I can marry her wen 1 grow up. On Fancy’s Wings. A sweet young thing in white flut tered toward the aeroplane mechanic, and resolutely took possession of him. asking all those usual senseless ques tions that now have become the com mon lot of aviators and their assist ants. But this particular assistant—and who can wonder; was not the sweet young thing in white a damset quite adorable?—strove bravely to satisfy the curiosity of his fair inquirer; and explained with remarkable clearness the working of a monoplane. Still, there is a limit even to the patience shown by susceptible man toward charming maid. "Tell me." inquired the sweet young thing in white, "what happens when your engine stops in th e air? Can't you come down?" "That’s just the trouble." sighed the mechanic, mastered by his sense of the ridiculous. "D’you know, there are a dozen or so airmen now strand ed above France. Their engines have stopped; they can’t get down, and they are starving to death!” Later she learned the truth. So ended what might have been a ro mance. CHAPTER XV. ry*> HERE Is a numbing quality to I all sudden and great sorrow. A Psychologists tell us that the mind is so dazed by the shock of gTief that it can not grasp the fearful truth in all its details. Whatever causes this partial Insensibility, we are thankful for It. Mary Danforth was like one stunned during the days that followed her fath er's death. She listened In stony si lence while the facts of his seizure were related to her. He had come up from the office, and after dinner dressed to go to her graduation exercises, but had dropped to the floor as he started to leave the apartment, and in five minutes stopped breathing. He had never regained consciousness. This was no time for subterfuges. an<j Mrs. Danforth was soon made acquainted with the state of affairs between her daughter and Gordon Craig. She was told that no formal engagement existed, hut that the pair loved each other and were going to wait for each other until such time as they were ready to mar ry. The bereaved wife, made suddenly old by the great sorrow- of her life, clung to the young man, and sobbed out her woe and her trust in him. "I have found a son." she said at last. “God bless you, dear boy!" Craig bent his tall head to kiss her pale cheek. "I shall try to be worthy of your daughter," he whispered, "and of your confidence in me." He remained in New- York for a w-eek. The changes in his business, of which he told Mary, would keep him from the road hereafter, another man having been deputed to travel for his firm, while he was to remain at the home of fice. "Hard times fiave hit us as well as rh© rest of the world,” he said regret fully. "and matters do not look as bright as they did. But I shall stick to one job and shall hope for a salary that will warrant my marrying in a year or two. Heaven speed the time!" And Mary was not ashamed to add a sincere "Amen!" to this hope. It was on the day after the funeral that the mother and the daughter learned that, added to the loss of hus band and father, another trouble had befallen them. Investigation of Mr. Danforth’s affairs brought to light the fact that his business was in a desper ate condition and that he had lived right up to his income. His lawyer told the two women the painful truth that when the fqneral expenses were paid and a few bills that Mr. Danforth had con tracted were settled the pair would be well-nigh penniless except for a small life insurance the deceased had carried in favor of his wife. “Your husband took that Western trip on the chance of saving the day," the lawyer explained to the widow. "He hoped to put a business deal through out there, but he failed. I think the disap pointment. coupled w-*th the dread of w-hat was before him. hastened his death." "He did it all for us," Mary told Craig. "He lived just to make us hap py. He wanted us to have a pretty home and all that we wanted, and he could not bear to tell us that we must part with these things. Now I can see why he was taken from us. It would have broken his heart had he lived to see us lose what we have been accus tomed to.” Mary spoke firmly, yet gently. "I am going to work, mother," she asserted. "No, do not look distressed at the idea! It is what father would wish—w-hat he always told me I must be prepared to do If the need arose." "It will not be for long." Craig re minded the mother. "1 hope that mat ters will go so well with me that I can come for you and Mary soon. Then we three will have a little home of our own." "I could not accept it even from Gor don," remarked Mrs Danforth later to her daughter, "if I did not have that in surance money of my own." The daughter said nothing. She could not bear to tell her unsophisticated mother what a little way the money, of which she spoke so confidently, would go. The income from it would not sup port one woman, no matter how eco nomical she might be. and the girl knew the principal would he drawn upon gradually until it was all gone. And then? "I will be able to support her my* self." she thought bravely. "She shall use as little of her own money as pos sible. I would not want her to be en** tirely dependent upon Gordon—even hough he is willing tq care for her. t -*t eet to work at once.** The place she secured was not a bril liant one, hut she had not expected that it would be. She was engaged as ste- nograpner and typew-riter to a kindly, middle-aged real estate agent. He had a small office and her salary matched the office. But what else could a be ginner hope for? Thus It came about that when Gor don Craig turned his face westward again he knew that the girl he loved was the sole dependence of her widowed mother. His heart ached w-hen he re membered that the pretty home must be given up. and the handsome furniture sold—except such pieces as the two lonely women would need to furnish the tiny fiat they would take in an unfash ionable part of town. He longed to stay and help them. “But my job won't wait for me!" he muttered with a bitter sign. ‘Tf I were only rich!" Which exclamation is such a common one that it is hardly worth recording. Barber—Poor Jim has been sent to an asylum. Victim tin the chair)—Who Is Jim? “Jim is my twin brother, sir. Jim has long been brooding over the hard times, an’ I suppose he finally got crazy.” "Is that so?” "Yes. He and me has worked side by side for years, and we were so alike we couldn't tell each other apart. We both brooded, too. No money in this business now.” "What’s the reason?” "Prices too low. Unless a customer takes a shampoo it doesn’t pay to shave or hair-cut. Poor Jim! t caught him trying to cut a custo mers throat because he refused a shampoo, so I had to have the poor fellow- locked up. Makes me sad. Sometimes 1 feel sorry I didn’t let him slash all he wanted to. It might have saved his reason. Shampoo, sir?" "Yes! ’* It was Pat’s first day in the saw mill. and his duties consisted of working the circular saw. The fore man directed him as to its use, then left him in order to attend to some pressing matter. Having occasion, however, to pass Pat’s way again, ho was somewhat annoyed to see him standing idly surveying his hand. "Well, what’s wrong?” he said sharply. "Sure and begorra I’ve lost a fin ger," replied Pat. "How did it happen?” inquired the foreman. ‘.‘Sure, I was jlst doin' like this when—bejabbers! There's anither one off!” • * * The daughter of the house had Just returned from a visit to her cousins, during which she had become engaged to a rising young man whom she had met at the home of her relatives. T:> her mother she was extolling the vir tues of Her intended. "Oh, mother,” she exclaimed, “he's just grand! So square, so upright, so highly polished. Why, even in his notes there is such a sympathetic tone that sometimes I wonder if I am not reading the music of the gods!" "Mercy’s sake, child!” interrupted mother, ‘‘are you talking about a young man or a piano?” * * * "T want you to put up some wall paper T have bought,” said the coun try clergyman. meeting the local mun-of-all-work. "When can you do it?" “Well, sir,” he exclaimed, “you see. I’m rather busy just now. I hung Mrs. S yesterday; I’m hanging your church warden to-day; but, if it’s convenient. I’ll drop round and hang your reverence on Wednesday.’* J* Then Y-ra toald me that finished the first act. The curtain goes down wen she is reading them lines to the Excused. Bob— Will you take a ticket in thh raffle for a poor widow Simp—Nix. I wouldn't have an; j use for a poor widow if 1 won. $1,000 Reward Offered for every ounce of adulteration or in ferior grade cof fee found in a sealed can of Max well House Blend. Aak your grocer for it. Cheek-Neal Cof.ee Co. Naskrille Houston Jacksonville Low round trip fares if* North and West Commencing June 1st and daily thereafter round trip tickets over the Louisville & Nashville Railroad will be sold at greatly reduced fares to all the principal lake, mountain and sea shore resorts and to many of the larger cities in the North and West. These tickets will be good returning until October 31st, and bear liberal stop-over privi leges. Round trip fares from Atlanta are Cincinnati $19.50 Charlevoix 38.08 Chautauqua Lake Pts. 34.30 Chicago 30.00 Colorado Springs 47.40 Denver 47.40 Detroit 29.00 French Lick Springs... 21.70 Indianapolis 22.80 Louisville ....... 18.00 Mackinac Island 39.50 Mammoth Cave $17.40 Marquette 45.70 Milwaukee ...... 31.75 Minneapolis ..... 43.20 Niagara Falls 35.85 Petoskey 38.08 Put In Bay 28.00 Salt Lake City 60.40 St. Louis 25.60 Toronto 38.20 Yellowstone Park 67.60 These are but a few of the points. There are a great many others and we will be pleased to gir# fall i a format ion upon application. Proportionately low fares from other points in Georgia. Let Us Arrange Your Vacation Trip 4 Peachtree St. CITY TICKET OFFICE I Atlanta 178 PHONES * Bell • LOSS ATLANTA