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4 | The Manicure i 1 o/Jlt “I Should Wi )rrv” v* ^ By NELL BRINKLEY j. j / / f Copyright, 1918, by International New* Service. < Daysey Mayme And Her Folks Laay • iiiiu l ici l U1K.5 “I By WILLIAM F. KIRK. ■sfcE In the paper* that the Prince of Wale* got a call- down from King George for In dorsing a note and getting atung for 12,500,” raid the Head Barber. "That's nothing,” said the Manicure I.ady. "Lot* of Prince* ha* got atung fur Indorsing notes and they wasn’t all Princes of royal blood, either, I seen that same piece In the paper, but it was quite a while ago. Gee, George. I'll bet he felt awful when the King of England bawled him out. A King's anger must be terrible to behold. That's what the historical novels tells, anyhow.” T don't see how a King can be any madder at his son for monkeying with indorsed notes than any dad Is with his boy,” said the Head Barber. "A man can only get ubout so mad with out getting apoplexy. A King can't tall you down no harder than Paddy the Pig. There 1b only »o many words in the English language, and a rough neck can say them as loud and us often as a King." No King Madder, “Yea, there is h good deal in that,” agreed the Manicure Lady. “You re member when I lost my purse last week, George. I was just as mad as a human being could be when I seen I had lost It. No King could have been madder. I could have bit the head off anybody that said I mis placed It, until I found it and knew I had been careless, oh, well, what is money, anyhow? Why should the King of England he sore at his son? The kid's grandfather was the same sort of a sport. He was more than a King, George, that Edward man. He wum ,i rtfttlai guy. Ha knaw more about the value of money than peo ple thinks he did. He knew so much about the value of money that he knew it didn't havt no great value at all. He had friends that was rich and friends that was poor, and he would stick to a friend that was poor just as surely as he would walk away from a pest that was rich. “Wilfred says that he would have did the same as the young Prince oi Wales did, only it wouldn’t do the poor kid no good to indorse a $2,600 note. It makes an awful difference whose name is on the back of a piece of paper, George It ain't the color of the ink or the penmanship or the pen it was wrote with. Hut 1 didn't have the heart to tell Wilfred that he would never be able to Indorse a note, und 1 guess he don’t care much for what little money he ever made, ex cept to be happy with it. He wrote a poem yesterday and sent it to a mag- uzine, and this is the copy of it: “ '/ do not run for boundlcHx wealth Or anything it brinyx to me, dust xo long ax I hare my good he«ilth \nd every xonghird xingt to me. The rirhext brcicer in the land lx only rich in gold and silver, 0 And /. irho have friendx on every hand, Their love all gold I would not kill for: People Made Happier. “Wilfred said that he knew’ 'silver' and 'kill for’ was a bum rhyme, but he explained to me that there wasn't no leal rhyme for 'silver,' and I sup pose the magazine editor will let it go at that. Anyhow, them sentiments of his is about the same us mine. I don’t know how much money Edward the Seventh had when he died, and I <-on't care, .but there is a lot of peo ple In the world that was made hap pier when he was here, and he will be talked about as a regular man Just as long us he is talked about as a Rood King I am afraid his son ain’t much like him, with all his court doings and pomp, hut I am glad tc know his grandson Is a human being “Here, too,” said the Head Barber. ”1 wish somebody would indorse a note for me. The landlord is bark ing; like a hound." HOW MRS. BROWN SUFFERED During Change of Life- How Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound Made Her a Well Woman. By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. T HE great need of every home, ac cording to the princess in It, is some means whereby the earn ing capacity of father could be dou bled Daysey M&yme Appleton Is a prin cess, and, like all princesses, she lets her subjects do the worrying. if things cost more, then father should earn more, and after carefully dust ing a place on the carpet where q»r mother could have her daily fit on returning from market and finding further advances in prices, she felt that she had done her full duty. All her life she had had to curl ono hair to make it do the work of two, and the experience had made her uri economist. She felt the other day that she owed herself some great Joy, and realized that the securing of It mus: not prove a drain on her pocket. So she put on her split skirt with out a curtain underneath, proving that she applied economic principles In the smallest detail of her attire, and left the house. Her destination was away down town. and it was plain from the ex terior of the little one-story building she entered that her errand w.ta neither for ribbons no-r chocolates. Passing into an anteroom, she was detained for five minutes till an at tendant gave word that she would be received. Dark red curtains hung between the doors connecting the rooms, and at the sound of a silvery- tinkling bell Daysey Mayme parted the curtains and entered. Twenty minutes later she emerged, her cheeks pink with excitement, and her eves glowing with happiness. “There is nothing in this talk of the high cost of everything!” she said, exultingly, at dinner that night. “I went downtown this afternoon and bought three lovers, two hus bands. five beautiful cnildren, a Jour ney across the water, another across the land, two dark complected friends, four rivals, one enemy, who will try to injure me. but who will be van quished, and a noble millionaire, who will die soon and leave me his vast estates—all for Ten Cents!” She had her fortune told! The Last Hope. Scene: Far out at sea; stateroom on board a huge transatlantic liner which is being tossed about like a cork in a tremendous sea. The Bootlace King, a famous Yan kee multi-millionaire (clinging des perately to the sides of his bunk): “Steward! Steward!” “Yes. sir.” “I understand this ship has water tight compartments?” “Yes. sir.” “Then tell the captain I must have one Immediately. I don’t care what It costs!” -Nell Brinkley Says:- u M’ Y beaux are many I Back of the clutter of little bot tles and ivory things, vials of orange seen' from Arabia and Poudre de Riz from Paris, their pictures stand, worshipping every time I look at my. pretty eyes in the glass. When I first stir under my silk-and-down coverlet I can hear the rustle of paper and 1 know that means my morning consignment of love-letters, so I turn over, bury my nose in the curve of my arm and dream a little longer! After my chocolate I gather my letters, my. candy, gold-labelled and ribbon bound, my dowers in their tall and long boxes, and I rip them all open and revel. I solemnly absorb the praise in the mis sives. I tuck away bits of nectar-fill* d chocolates in my cheeks. I put my face down ii- the gloomy, dewy coolness of the fra grant flower nests. And then I shake out my hair, yawn a bit and smile. ‘I should WORRY!’ ” Snap- Shots By LILIAN LAUFERTY. A MODERN LOVE SONG. T O you, whoever .you are. Wherever you may be, I send this message—near or far— I’m the not-impossible she. I wish you'd make an effort. Oh. Mister Affinity, And not just sit a-waiting For the not-impossible me. I’m sure I’ve given you a chance, Whoever you may be, To realize this simple fact. I’m the wholly possible she. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS By ANNA KATHARINE J^REEN One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written IOLA KAMS —"During the Chan** i Ltiie I was sick for two years. Be fore I took your• medicine I could | not bear thel weight of my clothes and w a a - „ 7 bloated very ha i Tm JE7 ly. Idoctorel ' y rSfj with three doc- \ tor s hut they di 1 me no good. Th<?y said nature must have its way. My sister advised ne to take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table CompounJ and I purchased a bottle. Before It was gone the bloating left me and 1 was not so sore. I continued taking it until 1 had taken twelve bottles. Now I am stronger than I have been for years and can do all my work, even the washing. Your medicine is worth its weight in gold. I cannot praise it enough. If more women would take your medicine the’-e would be more healthy women. You may use this letter for the good of others.”—Mrs. D H. Brown. 809 N. Walnut St., Ida. K" ns. Fh*. - of Life is one of the most critical periods of a woman's exist ence. Women everywhere should remember that there is no other rem edy known to so successfully carry women through this trying period as L' da E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound. If you want special advice writ* to Lyd'a E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (con fidential), Lvnn. Mass. Your letter w" u e opened, read and ar>*v\*red tyan ar.d held in atrici con- r-t..... f 4 'Who knows, and knows he know’s, is Wise. Cleave thou to him, Vnd nevermore forsake him. Who knows and knows not that he knows—he sleeps; Go thou to him and wake him. “Who knoweth not and knows he knoweth not is a child, Go thou to him and teach him. Who knows not and knows not that he knoweth not is a fool. No light shall ever reach him.'' • • • Says Marcus Aurelius: "A man must stand erect and not be held erect by circumstance. “Everything is only for a day. with that which remembers and that which is remembered. "The present is the only thing of which a man can be deprived. “Everything which is in any way beautiful is beautiful in itself—and neither worse nor better is a thing made by being praised.’’ >h. the world has its gloom, and ’tis gloom to spare: Twill make you weary and sad; But there's plenty of gleam, as is only fair. To make you cheery and glad. Now the world may seem dark as the shrouding night, All clad in a pall of black. But somewhere tis day—so just walk toward the light, And the shadow’s will fall at your back. • » • The happiest women—like the hap piest nations—have no history. ** —GEORGE ELtiOT. (Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “I see; I see; and you have failed also to follow the trail of the doctor's wan derings*” "He left none; the only man who can tell us anything about his movements at that time persists in denying all knowledge of them.” "Is there a Mr. Monroe, of Seventy- second street?” "Yes, and he d)d receive a prescrip tion that night by the hand of l>r. Molesworth’s colored driver. But it was not as important a one as the doctor would make out. He would not have suffered if he had not received it till the next day.” "Then you w ish the inquest to be held immediately?" "As soon as your convenience will permit.” "Well, well, we w’Jll have the in quest.” Then, as Mr. Gryce rose to go, 'How about that spot of paint. Gryce? No clew in that, either?” Mr. Gryce sat down again. "There ought to be,” he acknowledged. “There is a mark on the lining of the phaeton, out it is very slight, while that on her dress Is very distinct, showing that the paint came off from her dress upon the phaeton. She had consequently been leaning against a freshly painted sur face somewhere, and as the paint was of a peculiar shade, I thought 1 should be able to trace It. But” -he shook his head—"like all the rest it proved a blind trail.'” He was going for the second time when the Coroner stopped him. "Have you thought that if Dr. Moles- worth's story is true and he lifted the dying girl from a stoop into his phae ton he would naturally have a smudge of paint on his sleeve?” "Don’t humiliate me! It is there!” The Inquest. The next oay the inquest was held, and the proceedings were voluminously published. Witnesses from all quar ters were examined and the matter was relentlessly sifted But no more was elicited from the various parties on oath than they had been willing to vol unteer at the solicitations of the detec tive; nor. though the utmost discretion was displayed in the examination of the I doctor, could his testimony be shaken or j assertions disproved. Some of his answers merit record ing To the question as to when and where he became engaged to Miss Far ley, he replied, with great dignity, but with r.o apparent reserve: “Miss Farley never said she would marry me until the morning of the day she died. Then I received a letter from her saying that she would marry me that day at the C Hotel. I had re ceived manifestations of affection from her before, but never any promise.” "You had professed attachment for her, then, some time previous to this event?” "I first offered myself to her beside her mother’s deathbed.” There was feeling in his voice and there was reserve, and the result upon the minds of those present w f as some thing like awe. No one blamed the Coroner for the respect with which he next inquired whether the letter re ceived from Miss Farley was still in Dr. Molesworth’s possession. “It is not,” was the reply. "I inva riably destroyed every line I received from her. It is a custom of mine to preserve no letters.” "Then you were but following out your usual habit w-hen yoif burned the note which Miss Farley left behind her at the hotel?” "If I may say so. yes.” "You have no objection to telling us what tho note contained.” "None whatever if I could. But it was a string of unmeaning phrases of which only one sentence was clear.” "And that was?” “ 'I want my friends about me; it isn’t respectable.’ Yet she was the one who proposed the marriage,” volun teered the doctor, “and at the Inter view we had in the afternoon no de mur was made by her, either as re garded the wedding itself or the man ner in which I proposed to have it con ducted.” “Will you give us the details of that interview ?” "As nearly as I can. sir. It was such a one as you would expect from a dell- cate-minded woman who had taken a very important step and was not quite sure how it would be received by her lover. At first she seemed only anx ious to ltarn how I felt about the mat ter. and when I could not truthfully say she had chosen a very auspicious time for our nuptials she burst into tears and then become so feverish and incoherent I saw she was not well, and at once began to comfort her. She thereupon grew calmer and listened with attention while I told her of the arrangements which had suggested themselves to me, not making, as I have said, any objection to them either then or at any time before I left.” “And what was the manner of your parting?” “It was affectionate on my part, but I am free to say there was some con straint on hers. With all my efforts to the contrary I had wounded her suscep tibilities, sharpened as they were by in cipient illness, and she was too much of a woman not to show it. But I never expected more than a little unpleasant ness and was as much shocked as any body when I returned and found her gone.” "One more question in this connection. Dr. Molesworth. The clerk testifies that the hour you set for your wedding was nine, yet you came back with the cler gyman as early as a quarter after eight. How was that? “I was anxious, sir. The more 1 thought of it the more I was convinced that Miss Farley was on the point of a serious illness. I went early on her ac count. All Satisfactory. This was all very satisfactory, too sat isfactory for Mr. Gryce. Telegraphing by a gesture to the Coroner that he had a suggestion to make, he sent him a line or two written on the back of a reporters' notebook, which upon reading the Coroner remarked to the witness: “You were alone with Miss Farley in room 153 of the C Hotel when this interview occurred of which you speak. "Most certainly, sir.” “A room containing an alcove shut off by curtains?” “I believe there were curtains there, but I did not look to see w’hat they shut off.” “How then do you know that you two were alone?” $6 WRIG-HTSVILLE BEACH AUG. 23 Hound trip, six days. Special trains, sleepers and coaches leave 6 p m. Make reservations early. SEABOARD. It was but a lightning's flash, that look of irrepressible shock and dismay which crossed Dr. Molesworth’s face at this intimation. But the Coroner saw it as Mr. Gryce had seen It on a former important occasion, and he felt as the detective had felt then, that It out weighed all the witness’ words and his most plausible explanations. "I took it for granted we were,” he was saying the next moment in his most even tones. “If you have a witness to the contrary, let her be produced; she may assist me in remembering just what did pass between Miss Farley and my self.” It was a bold stroke and it succeeded. They had no witness and he soon saw it, and the color which had slightly left his lips came back and his bear ing became almost disdainful. The Coroner, who was still following Mr. Gryce’s suggestions, regarded him with unabated respect. “You say her," he smiled. “Why not him?” “Because no man would stoop to lis ten.” "Dr. Molesworth, during your ac- tualntance with Miss Farley have you ever had reason to suppose she was re ceiving addresses from any other gen tleman than yourself?” It was an unexpected attack and the doctor paused a moment before reply ing. Then he answered distinctly: "No.” This closed the proceedings of the lay and Dr. Molesworth’s testimony. Clear, precise, and plausible had been all his replies, and had it not been for a nameless something, hard to describe, he would have gained credit from the offi cers who conducted his examination, as well as from the public who listened to it. To Be Continued To-morrow. How Fame Comes Scribbler—It took me nearly ten years to learn that I couldn’t write poetry. Friend—Gave it up then, did you? you?” Scribbler—Oh, no. By that time I had a reputation. Observant. 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