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The Manicure
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“I Should Worry” **
By NELL BRINKLEY ^
Copyright, 1918, by International Newt Berrioa.
Daysey Mayme
Ann Hpr nnllcs
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By WILLIAM F. KEBJL
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l lllU 1 1LI 1 UlikO
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
f{'|-SEU In the paper* that the
I Prince of Wales got a call-
down from Kins George for In
dorsing a note and setting atnn* for
12,500,” said the Head Barber.
"That’s nothing," said the Manicure
Lady. "Lots of Prince* has got stung
for Indorsing notes, and they wasn\
all Princes of royal blood, either. 1
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.”
“I 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 about so mad with
out getting apoplexy. A King can’t
call you down no harder than Paddy
the Pi,7. There Is only so many words
In the English language, and a rough
neck can say them as loud and as
often as a King."
No King Madder.
“Yes, there is a Rood 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 oould 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 1 found it and know I
had been careleas. Oh, well, what is
money, any bow 7 Why should the
King of England be sore at his son?
The kid’s grandfather was the same
sort of a sport. He wa* more than a
King, George, that Edward inan. He
was a regular guy. He knew 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 have 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 ot
Wales did, only it wouldn’t do the
poor kid no good to indorse a $2,500
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. ButY didn’t have
th<> heart to tell Wilfred that ht
would never be able to indorse a note,
and I 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
azine, and this is the copy of it:
“ 7 do nof care f<tr boundless wealth
Or anything it brings tit me,
Just so long as I have my good health
And every songbird sings to me.
The richest brewer in the land
Is only rich in gold and silver,
And 1, who have friends on every
hand.
Their love all gold / would not kill
for:
People Made Happier.
“Wilfred said that he knew 'silver'
and kill for 1 was a bum rhyme, but
he explained to me that there wasn’t
no real 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 as mine. I
don't know how much money Edward
the Seventh had when he died, and J
don'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 as he is talked about as a
good King. 1 am afraid his son ain’t
much like him, with all his court
doings and pomp, but 1 am glad to
know his grandson is a human being .’
“Here, too,” said the Head Barber.
“I 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’a
Vegetable Compound
Made Her a Well
Woman.
T HE great need ot every home, ac
cording to the princess In it, Is
some means whereby the earn
ing capacity of father could be dou
bled.
Daysey Mayme Appleton is a prin
cess, and, like all princesses, she lets*
her subjects do the worrying.
things cost more, then father should
earn more, and after carefully dust
ing a place on the carpet where uer
mother could have her dally fit on
returning from market and finding
further advances in prices, she felt
that she had done her full duty.
All herllfe she had had to curl one
hair to make It do the work of two,
and the experience had made her an
economist.
She felt the other day that ah*
owed herself some great Joy, and
realized that the securing of It must
hot prove a drain on her pocket.
So she put on her qpllt skirt with
out a curlHin 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 was
neither for ribbons nor 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 eyes glowing with happiness
“There is nothing i.n this talk of
the high cost of everything!” she
said, exultingly, at dinner that night.
“I went downtown this afternoon
and bought three loyers, 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 w'ho 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.”
‘1 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!”.
Observant,
The teacher had beerj telling tht
class about the rhinoceros family.
“Now. name some things.” said she,
“that are very dangerous to get near
to, and that have horns.”
“Motor cars!” replied little Jennie.
-Nell Brinkley Says,
Y beaux are many! Back of the clutter of little bot
tle* and ivory things, vials of orange seem from
Arabia and Poudrc de Riz from Paris, their pictures
stand, worshipping every time I look at my pretty eyes in the
glaaa. When I first stir under my silk-and-down coverlet I can
hear the rustle of paper and I 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-fillrd chocolates in my cheeks.
I put my face down in 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-
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fOLA, KAN’S.—“During the Chang*
of Life I was sick for two years. Be
for© I took your
medicine I cou!d
not bear t h e
weight of my
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with thrae doc
tors but they di 1
me no good. They
said nature must
have Its way. My
sister advised n«
to take Lydia E. 1
Plnkham’s Vege- j
table CompounJ
and I purchased
a bottle. Before It was gone the
bloating left me and I was not so
sore. I continued taking It until 1
had taken twelve bottles Now I am
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and can do all my work, sven the
washing Your medicine Is worth Its
weight In gold I cannot praise 11
enough. If more women would take
your medicine there would be more
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*?*-*Jsr tor the good of others.”—Mrs.
D. H. Brown, 809 N. Walnut St.,
Iola, Kang.
Change 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
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Lydia E. Plnkham’s Vegetable Com
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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-imposslble she.
1 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.
Who knows, and knows he knows,
is wise. Cleave thou to him.
And nevermore forsake him.
Who knows and knows not that he
knows—he sleeps;
Go thou to him and wake him.
“Who luioweth not and knows he
, knoweth not is a child.
(lo 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.''
Oh, the world has its gloom, and 'tis
gloom to spare;
Twill make you w r eary 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 shadows will fall at your
back.
• • •
The happiest women—like the hap
piest nations—have no history.
—GEORGE ELIOT,
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
By ANNA KATHARINE _GREEN
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
(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 did receive a prescrip
tion that night by the hand of Dr.
Molesworth’s colored driver. But it was
ndt 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 wish the Inquest to be held
immediately ?”
“As soon as your convenience will
permit.”
“Well, well, we will have the in
quest.” Then, as Mr. Gryce rose to go,
"liow 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,
hut 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 day 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
doctor, could his testimony be shaken or
bis 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 no 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 was 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 when you 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 the note contained.”
“None whatever if 1 could. But It was
a string of unmeaning phrases of which
only one sentence was clear.”
“And that was?”
“T 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 nfan-
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 deli
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 learn 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 sorpe 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 I
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 vt. y 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 O Hotel when this
Interview occurred of which you speak.”
“Most certainly, sir.”
“A room containing an alcove shu A . off
by curtains?”
“I believe there were curtains there,
but I did not look to see what they
shut off.”
“How then do you know that you
two were alone?”
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How Lame Comes
It was but a light*; ; flash, that
look of irrepressible shoc^ 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 yod 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 v 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
quaintance 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
day 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
yvouid have gained credit from the offi
cers who conducted his examination, as
well as from the public who listened
to it
To 3e Continued To-morroyv.
Scribbler—It took me nearl> ^
years to learn that I couldn’t write
poetry. 1
Friend—Gave it up then, did you?
you?”
Scribbler—Oh, no. By that time I
had a reputation.
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