Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

tornaneMoney Liven fora. men of idem nmd mroothro ability, should write to day ter our liat of iirwOow needed. and prize* offerod by lead in? manufacturer*. ?•*“*« #ccare ^ w ««r foe retunud. "Why 5occe tevontoi* * How to Got Your Patent and Your Money,** And other valuable booklets seat free to aay address. gggfe) RANDOLPH A CO. teteat Attsraeyib W 618 M P’ Street, N. W., sS^^yy WASHIHOTO*. D. c. The Manicure anv “I Should Worry” ** By NELL BRINKLEY ^ Copyright, 1918, by International Newt Berrioa. Daysey Mayme Ann Hpr nnllcs LjuUj By WILLIAM F. KEBJL : ~il 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- ** Shots 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 clothes and was bloated very ba I ly. I doctored 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 stronger than I have been for years 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 healthy woman- You may use this *?*-*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 women through this trying period as Lydia E. Plnkham’s Vegetable Com pound. If you want special sdvioe writs ts Lydia E. P ; nkh*m Medioine Co. (con fidential), Lynn, Maas. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a voman and hold in *LriQt gen-1 fidenve, — J 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?” $6 WRIGHTSVILLE BEACH AUG. 23 Round trip, six days. Special trains, sleepers and coaches leave 6 pm. Make reservations early. SEABOARD. 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. SPLENDID HOT WEATHER FOOD. You should eat meat very sparingly during hot weather— meat ■ heats the body. At the same time you must eat nutri tious food. Try Faust Spaghetti. It is a nutritious, non-heating food. Made from Durum Wheat, the cereal that overflows in gluten, a muscle, bone afld flesh builder. A 10c package of Faust’s Spa ghetti contains as much nutri tion as 4 lbs. of beef—ask 3 r our doctor. Write for free recipe hook and find out how many different ways Faust Spaghetti can be served to tease the palate. Sold in 5c and 10c packages. MAULL BROS. St. Louis, Mo. MAIL YOUR FILMS TO US For developing We are film epeolalists with the larg est laboratory in the South. AH prints made on Prtz6- Wlnning Cyko Paper. All roll films developed FREE, no matter where purchased Brownie Prints. 3c each Write for desorintrve Camera Catalogue G. Prices $2.00 to $85.00. Use that fast Ansco film; fits any camera or kodak; oosts no more, but also gives true oolor value®. Mail Order Department. E. H. CONE, Inc., 2 Stores, Atlanta, Qa. CHOICE OF ROUTES ANO GOOD SERVICE Every Woman is interested and should know about the wonderful Marvel 5 ’ r " Douche Ask yourdrugglst for it. If he cannot sup ply the MARVEL, accept no other, but send stamp for book. Marvel Co.. 44 E. 23d St.. N.T.