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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
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Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories
Ever Written
A Host of Valuable Hints from Pretty Carrie Reynolds
J UST ahead glittered the huge ele-
tric sign "Maxim's "
s * x letters In the name of
this famous Paris cafe flashed out
and blazed into light one at a time.
As they drew nearer Helen was
surprised to find fhe building itself
father small and unpretentious, but
the waiting cabs, the lights and the
loitering crowd gave the place an air
of festivity.
‘There, you've always wanted to
see a real bar—there’s your chance."
commented Warren, as they entered
and were confronted by a large un
screened bar which ran half way
across the room.
Helen gazed with astonished in
terest at the shining glasses, bottles
and all the paraphernalia of a bar.
which until now she had only
glimpsed behind swinging doors.
But even more astonishing than the
unscreened bar were the three young
women perched pn high stools before
it. They were all in decollete gowns,
with their French heeled- slippers
hooked over the rounds of the high
stools. Several men in evening dress
laughed and chatted with them, and
the white-coated attendants were
busy pouring out drinks.
“Now, if you want to sit up to a
bar, here’s the chance of your life,"
grinned Warren.
But Helen was toe absorbed in
studying the place and the women to
make an indignant retort. A red-
jacketed boy, with an opera cloak
over his arm and three silk hats car
ried aloft on as many canes, came by
now for Warren’s stick and hat, which
he hoisted up with the others.
"Guess that’s the liveliest room back
there.” and Warren led the way
through to the main room beyond.
Although it was only half-past
eleven, which Warren said was “earlv
for Maxim’s," the place was well
filled
The arrangement of the tables was
curious, for they were placed along
the walls, and the people sat behind
them on leather-covered benches. In
this way the guests sat side by side,
and every one faced the center of the
room, which was cleared for dancing.
A large orchestra, in bright red uni
forms, clashed a lively air.
Only Champagne.
Next to Helen was a girl in a
flimsy pale, yellow gown, with a black
aigret in her hair. As she leaned to
wards the man beside her, Helen
could see only her bare, powdered
shoulders.
"Let’s get rid of this fellow first,”
frowned Warren, as a waiter hovered
in front of them,” and then size up
the place. "No prices here either,”
glancing over the menu. “Well, let's
gee,” musingly. "Welsh rarebit, Maxi-
mette? Guess that’ll about do for us.
What do you want to drink—claret
lemonade?
"Sorry, sir,” suavely interrupted the
waiter in perfect English, for all the
waiters at Maxim’s speak several lan
guages, "but we serve only champagne
in this room. Other drinks you can
get out front."
"So that’s your hold-up, Is it? All
right, we’re here and we’ll have 10
stand for it,” taking up the wine card.
"We could have seen just as much
in the front room,” protested Helen.
"It’s a shame to pay for champagne |
when neither of us like it.” j
"Well, you’re the one who was keen
on coming to Maxim’s. We’re here j
now, and if there’s anything to see, j
which I doubt, we’re going to see it!
We’ll not sit out in any front room to
save a few dollars."
At every plijee was a silver cham-
pagne holder with Its napkin-covered
bottle. Very few were having any
thing to eat, but all were sipping
wine and smoking cigarettes. As yet
no one was dancing, and the polished
floor space was deserted except for
the hurrying-waiters.
"Well, I call this pretty slow,
mused Warren, as he reached for a
match safe. "Told you Maxim's would
be pretty tame. They've made their
name for wickedness—now they re
living on that reputation.'*
"But dear vou said there d be a
lot of American sightseers—I don't
gee any Americans at all.”
“You don’t? How- about that couple
over there by the orchestra—that
woman in the blue tailor-made. If
she isn’t a New England school marm
seeing the 'sights of Paris,’ I'll eat my
bat."
"But I thought one had to dress for
the smart supper places here,
laughed Helen, looking at the blue
tailor-made. .... ,
“Oh. Maxim’s isn’t smart. It only
has the name of being wicked—and it
even isn’t that any more. You can
wear anything here.”
"What wonderful peaches, ex
claimed Helen, as the waiter placed
before them a box of six hothouse
peaches packed in pink cotton.
All Alone.
"Um-m, wonderful price, too. Bet
ter wait till we pass a fruitstand on
the way horn You’ll pay from 4 to
10 francs for one of those. There s a
storv about a Chicago man who came
over here, ate one of Maxims peaches
and had to cable home for money.”
"Oh, look at that girl crushing those
strawberries in her champagne!
"Hope that fellow’s pocketbook can
stand the bill,” commented Warren
for in the leaf-lined box which had
evidently held six huge berries onlv
two remained.
The crushing of these expensive
fruits in champagne seemed a favorite
trick at Maxim’s, for strawberries and
peaches were being crushed into many
glasses by jeweled fingers. A litt.e
flat-end stick was used, and one was
aid suggestively by each box of
Everyone turned to look at a strik-
her a wine card, from hlch she gave
an order, and then calmly opened a
cigarette case and lit a cigarette.
"Surely »he Isn’t alone?" whispered
Helen.
"Don’t see anyone with her, do you?
But don’t worry, she’ll nift be alone
long. Watch her size up the crowd,"
as the girl under her penciled eye
brows made a leisurely, almost In
solent survey of the room.
"Oh, is she one of the—the ‘demi
monde’ you read about?” asked Helen,
with breathless interest.
“Wouldn't be here alone—if she
wasn’t. Ah, that’s more like it!” as a
couple now left their seat and waltzed
out on the polished floor.
The girl’s clinging skirts wrapped
around her silken ankles as she
danced, and her satin slippers seemed
hardly to touch the floor. Now other
couples left the tables and glided into
the waltz. And it WAS a waltz, a
graceful, swinging waltz, with none of
the vulgarities of the turkey trot and
bunny hug which one sees everywhere
in New York.
"Of course, the French dance well,"
agreed Warren. “They're not going
to caper up and down and make mon
keys of themselves just to follow some
freakish fashion. Takes Americans to
do that.”
Oh, do you suppose she knows
him?” whispered Helen, as a tall
Frenchman who now came in took a
seat beside the woman in the shim
mering spangled gown and began to
talk to her.
"Probably not,” shrugged Warren.
More Ladies.
It was getting late and more paint
ed ladies came trailing in. They were
all beautifully gowned and glittering
with Jewels—good jewelry, too! Won
derful diamond pendants set in plati
num gleamed on almost every bars
throat.
All the women smoked cigarettes,
most of them had jeweled cases cf
their own. but some borrowed from
the case of their escort.
“What on earth are you doing?”
scowled Warren. “Salt in cham
pagne?”
“But it’s so sickening sweet,” pro
tested Helen, putting down the salt
cellar. "You know I can’t bear cham
pagne.”
“Well, that’s a convenient, econom
ical predilection that I’ll not discour
age," grinned Warren.
“But, dear, now' that w'e’ve complied
with their rule and ordered cham-
pagne—couldn’t I have a claret-lem
onade?". „ .. ,
■•We’ll see. Here,” signaling their
waiter. “This lady doesn’t like cham
pagne and wants a claret-lemonade. ’
“Sorry, sir, but we serve only
Champagne in this room. You can get
a claret lemonade in the front room,
sir.”
“Well, when we move from here—
it’ll not be into the front room, but
OUT the front door. Get that? You
can make a rule that everybody must
order champagne, if you choose. But
when they order it—It’s a blamed
outrage that they can’t have any oth
er drink they wapt. Get my check!”
The waiter started a mumbled
apology, but Warren cut him short.
“This place’s a blamed fake. What
have you got here to make people
buy champagne? It’s all right when
i place puts up a good show' or some
thing out of the ordinary. But you’ve
got nothing but a played-out name
and your nerve! Bring that check, I
tell you."
"Oh, Warren, I’m sorry!
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine
Green.)
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
O you do your own houseworK,
milady, and despise yourself
for the doing? Do you loathe
I wish 1 I the sim Pl e routine of daily tasks, and
D
hadn’t skid anything about the cham
pagne,” deplored Helen, who wanted
to stay longer.
“Well, there’s nothing to see here.
If you want this sort of thing—
there’s a dozen places in Paris where
you can get the worth of your money.
feel sure that it will eventually net
you parboiled red hands, and thick-
lidded steamed eyes, and grimy dust
laden hair? No, stop, look and listen
to flaxeis-haired Carrie Reynolds, win
appears on the various stages of the
Keith theaters under the managemen
But you’ll not get it at any of these j yj r Richard Lambert—and who
cut-and-dried joints—fixed up for the 1 stin fin(is tlmfe to be the mistress and
tourist.” j housekeeper and maid of a daintj
Outside they were .greeted by the j four-room apartment out on River-
supplicating cabmen. Warren glanced j side Drive, New York City,
at his watch. , From a long line of German an-
“Come on,” putting Helen into the cestors Miss Reynolds has inheritel
nearest cab. “It’s only half-past truly Teutonic flax-colored hair—and
twelve—Paris doesn’t wake up until ability as a “haus-frau.” Thrown in
after one. I’ll take you to a place ! for good measure are sparkling tawnj
that Watson told me about. He says
it’s the real thing—hasn’t been spoiled
by the guidebooks.”
Middle Course Needed.
brown eyes, clear skin, a good figure
and teeth that combine beauty and
strength. Of course, Providence sent
a few good fairies to the christening;
| but one of the most important ones
was Good Dame Common Sense.
It was after dinner at the club, j ^oa^’ahead^r^Miss*Reynolds’
in the dept r hs o n f an easy chair, con- j t0 SUCCeSS in Hfe and pUl '
fidences were exchanged with im- 1 n ’
punity. Young Brown looked around Spl6Ildid. Exercise,
cautiously before remarking: , y OU can’t think that any
“My wife is so exceedingly nervous ab i e _ bo ^ e d woman would want a
at night, Jones, that she scarcely maid around to bother her in a littD
Q . ah four -ronm-anrt-bnth apartment,” said
“What’s she afraid of? Burglars? Mjss ReyonWgi “Think of all the
answered Jones, laconically. 1
Miss Carrie Reynolds.
hair. Why, housework Is wonderful
for the figure—sweeping and bed
making and basting a roast In the
oven are as good exercise as any
gymnasium can offer you. Wield a
broom for the benefit of arms, shoul
ders and su’-'ele waist muscles; go
down on the floor and scrub to
strengthen your back; get in a glow
of stimulated blood circulation from
cleaning and sweeping and dusting
and running the countless little er
rands that the housekeeper knows.
Work up an appetite to enjoy your
food and so ward off indigestion. Pre
pare sane, healthy dishes of whoso
benefit you are sure. And then look
with joy and delight at your own
—I have not eaten candy in five years.
It is not good for complexion or fig
ure or teeth. And all these things
are worth considering even at the
cost of a few sweetmeats.’’
A Tooth Secret.
“You probably show your teeth
little more consideration than just not
eating candy. Won’t you tell me
what separate benefits they have—
since th^y can scarcely get much help
from the housework?" said 1.
"Oh. I have a tooth secret, and I’m
quite proud of it and quite as willing
to pass it along. I use four tooth
brushes! No, not a contortion act
and not all at a time. Each brush
a
S w C n S ?t d ^orm^'an^^irten^witn ! handle s decorated with a wee rib-
cleanness and orderiand I did it; bon of distinguishing color, and I use
And
and
“S7alP’“‘ C I brush works once in U hours and
a poor guesser -thats all. . ! has a „ the tlme between to air and
"be brushes in rotation, them
»riM, 1 Si i tee^r= ^
‘Yes.
“Well, you’ll have to expect that, !
my boy. My wife was like that.
Every time she heard a noise down
stairs she’d rout me out and send me :
at once to investigate, and it ended |
with me getting no sleep, as well as
herself. After a time, however, I con
vinced her that if a burglar did get
into the house he wouldn’t make any
noise at all.”
"That’s rather a good idea!” ex
claimed the young one. ‘T’ve a good
mind to try that myself."
“Don’t do it,” pleaded Jones. "Wom
en never listen to logic, for if your
wife’s anything like mine she’ll wor
ry every’ time she doesn’t hear a noise
downstairs!”
splendid exercise going to waste in
these days when one pound added to
your weight just about means a gray
"But, Miss Reynolds,” interposed
the girl who interviews, "after all
your housework, are you not fairly
ravenous, and don’t you have to eat
so heartily that you must work a bit
overtime to get the possible fata)
pound of fiesh off again?”
“Well,” confessed Miss Reynolds,"!
do not eat three meals a day. When
I am out on tdur or when I am liv
ing in my own little home I have an
8 o’clock breakfast and a 5 30 dinner,
and though I become fairly ravenous
in between I never indulge in any
thing more fat-producing that a glass
of grape juice. That is my staff when
I arn hungry between meals; but 1
am now accustomed to but two meal.-
a day. And at those meals, potatoes,
gravies and white breads must be
among those absent. And no sweets
rest and grow sweet and clean be
fore its next usage. And I stand in
front of a mirror to cleanse my teeth
and am an interested observer as 1
work the brush up and down to make
fcure that I am going over the ground
thoroughly. Housework and four
toothbrushes — was the interview
worth while?” asked Miss Reynolds.
Arid when you have tried house
work and four toothbrushes I think
that you will agree with me that it
was.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
And so another week went by.
But the next was not destined to
pass without an event. As Mr. Gryce
was deliberating at his own house one
morning a stranger entered, in whose
important air and courteous but myste
rious manner he read news.
"Are you the detective, Gryce?” this
person asked.
“That is my name and calling," was
the ready answer.
"I have a line or two here which I
will trouble you to read.” said the gen
tleman. handing him a note.
It was from the superintendent of po
lice, and ran thus:
“Listen tp what the bearer of this has
to say. He will undoubtedly Interest
you."
"May I inquire your name?" inquired
Mr. Gryce.
The stranger nodded and gave it. It
was one well known in the Union
League, and Mr. Gryce, upon hearing
it. looked with renewed interest at Its
owner, whose face and form were of a
marked elegance almost approaching
dandyism.
New Facts.
Your business?" the detective now
asked, laconically, but not ungraciously
This young scion of one of New York’s
oldest families had never forfeited the
respect of any one. Indeed, he was
very favorably known as a young man
of great good nature and unquestioned
honor.
The young gentleman posed himself—
he was not above producing small ef
fects—and then qyletly remarked;
There was an inquest held not long
ago over the remains of a young girl
who died from poison. Mildred Farley
was her name."
Mr. Oryc4 nodded. He had no diffi
culty in hiding his intense and sudden
interest, for his confidant at this junc
ture was the elegant seal which hung
from the watch chain of his visitor, and
that seal was a sphinx.
"I read the account of that Inquest,”
continued the young man, "and one
statement made by the gentleman who
professed to know the most about the
matter was false.”
“Ah! let us hear," returned Mr. Gryce.
"He said, if you remember, that he
found the young woman on a stoop in
Twenty-second street, and that he lifted
her up to carry her to his phaeton,
when a bottle fell from her hand to
the sidewalk and brok^."
"I remember."
"As that bottle had held poison and
Just the poison from which the young
girl is known to have died, it is a mat
ter of some importance, I presume, to
know the exact truth about it."
"It certainly is, Mr. K .”
The young gentleman took another at
titude, less graceful but more impressive
than the first.
"I can tell you something about it,"
he affirmed; "I was there.”
"There?”
"I had been—well, It does not matter
where, but in a place where I do not
smoke and where I should consider It
the height of ill manners to light a
cigar till I had shut the street door
behind me. I therefore prepared to do
this in the vestibule, and it being
rather a windy night, I had withdrawn
into a comer behind the partly closed
door when I heard the sound of wheels,
and the next moment the slight but un
mistakable noise of a small bottle shiv
ering to p’ -cs on the pavement be
fore me. Not understanding the matter,
I felt curious, and. looking out, beheld
the doctor's phaeton Just beyond the
house going in the direction of Broad
way. It had not stopped in passing and
no young woman had been lifted from
the steps. For I had glanced down them
the moment before and they were en
tirely unoccupied. I stepped on some
of the pieces of that broken phial as
I went on my way, and I remember
the smell that arose from them dis
tinctly. It was that of bitter al
monds.”
"I am sur£ I am very much obliged to
you," rejoined Mr. Gryce. "It Is cer
tainly an Important piece of evidence.
will not ask why it was not given
us before.”
"But I will tell you." responded the
other frankly. "I am not much In the
habit of mixing In police matters and
I had a natural disinclination to put
myself forward. So I let the affair go
by. But conscience was too much for
me at last. I took my Information to
the superintendent of police, and he
sent me here. That is the history of
the matter."
“I accept it,” was Mr. Gryce’s re
sponse, "and I only ask you to be as
careful in the future as In the past.
Let these facts be considered as ours
alone, sir."
"I would be very happy to do this,
but unfortunately I was more ready to
speak to my friends than I was to the
officers of the law. Several members
of my club know what I have just told
you, and while this is to be regretted,
perhaps, it is also the real cause of
my being here. For It was in my talk
to them that I was led to see the harm
which might ensue upon my silence. I
will talk no more about it In the fu
ture, however."
"And I will be much obliged,” re
marked Mr. Gryce.
As soon as possible after he had dis
missed his visitor the detective went
down to police headquarters. He had a
talk with the superintendent and that
same day at an hour when he knew he
should find Dr. Molesw’orth at home he
went to see him with a writ of arrest in
his pocket.
The Darkening Cloud.
A SQUARE, dull-looking room with
two dim windows facing a high
brick wall; a large table covered
with phials, boxes of instruments,
writing materials ami a few books; a
black hair-cloth sofa and two chairs; a
dingy carpet and a ceiling which has
been unwhltened for years; at the table
and confronting the only bright thing in
the room, a hard coal fire, the stern,
immovable figure of a man buried in
the deepest thought. Such is Julius
Molesw'orth’s office and such the ap
pearance of Julius Molesworth "himself
on the afternoon of this, his most mo
mentous day.
But first, what Is he brooding over?
Such intentness and absorption argue
the existence of some heavy subject on
his mind.
The opportunity of his life was be
fore him, and he felt bound to Improve
It. Was he meditating upon this case
and determining just what his course of
treatment should he as he sat there
before the fire? His gradually lighten
ing brow seemed to say yes, and the
startling fervor with which he sudden
ly broke the spell which bound him and
arose told of a secret found rather
than a secret buried.
"Yes, it is"—he cried—"in small but
oft-repeated doses. I would willingly
stake my life upon it."
And raising his head, he suddenly dis
cerned In the looking glass which hung
opposite him over the mantelpiece a face
turned toward him from the open door,
which though quiet and composed in
every feature, had yet that something
in It which tells the observer that, ex-*
pected or unexpected, his hour has
come, and the hopes which he has cher
ished are vainer than the vainest show.
The Arrest.
He saw this face, I say, but he did
not at once turn. He had a shock to
get over, a course to be resolved upon.
When he did turn, it was with cour
tesy and a slight show of surprise.
"Excuse me,” said he, "I do not re
ceive patients at this hour.”
"I am not a patient," returned Mr.
Gryce.
The doctor gazed slowly round his
room. He did not love It, but It held
his all, and there was not an object
within it but spoke to his soul of some
cherished ambition or secret all-ab
sorbing wish.
"But you have some business! I
recollect yosr face, but I can not place
you."
"My face is of no account; my busi
ness is. Dr. Molesworth. you are a
physician of an unrelenting school; the
fewest words will answer with you. I
am an officer armed with a warrant,
and I have come to arrest you as the
suspected murderer of Mildred Farley."
The doctor, wko had been standing
with his back to the table, turned
slightly and took up a paper lying
there. There were a few words writ
ten on it. and he read them before he
gave the detective that slight bow
which was his only answer to this
dread announcement.
"I am charged with placing you In
custody,” continued the detective; but
if there Is anything you wish to do ”
"I would like a half-hour,” the doc
tor responded firmly. “I have a case"
—his voice broke; he turned to his
desk and sat down. "Don’t interrupt
me," he said, laying down the paper
he held and taking up his pen. "I have
some memoranda to make. They are
important—a matter of life and death
to one poor woman.”
"Write." said the detective; "I am
no gabbler."
And Dr. Molesworth wrote, calmly,
thoughtfully, with entire absorption in
his subject, or so It seemed to the eye
who saw all, though It dwelt only on a
vial marked "Poison’’ that stood on
the doctor’s table. Nor did that sa*ie
eye detect any break In this extraor
dinary calmness when, the last word
written, the physician turned and hand
ing him the paper, said:
"It will probably prove unintelli
gible to you, but it can be easily read
by any physician. Keep it till I ask
you for it.”
Then he turned again to his table
and wrote three or four letters, all of
which he handed over to the other for
inspection, before sealing and directing
them. When all this was done, he rose,
and confronting the detective, ob
served : ,
"Now I am ready to go with you.
The question is where will you take
me. You have arrested me on sus
picion of murder; for this you must
have good reasons, better reasons than
appeared at the Inquest, or you would
not have delayed this arrest. I will
not question them. I will only say that
your evidence against me Is circum
stantial, must be. since I did not do
this deed; and as circumstantial evi
dence is never absolute proof, you are
doing me a great injustice by this ac
tion, and my patients an irreparable
harm. But you are not the principal
in this matter and I will not argue with
you concerning my innocence, but only
ask one favor in return for the possible
wrong you do me. This is the privilege
of a short interview with a person I
arn willing to name and whom I only
desire to see in your presence and, if
you wish, in your hearing.’’
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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N Mexico, not long ago,
We used to bait the bull,
With much berlbboned little darts
We stuck his carcass full.
But now we have a grander sport—
The gringo is our game;
Such loads of fun we have with him,
It makes the bull-fight tame.
We taJte the bold American
AlS 'T&l'mZJ «— ^ead,
Or slice him up in llttie strips.
Or pepper him with lfttk.
Or shut him in a dungeon cell,
Pretend to set him free,
Then stab him neatly In the bark.
Or hang him from a tree.
The Yankee navy loafs around,
Their capitans talk big.
But pooh! These gringoes only have
The spirit of a pig.
Si. Senor. they’re afraid of us
No* matter, what they say.
Our cochero could snap his whip,
. And they would run away.
F someone did not occasionally
point to the burden on every
Mother’s shoulders, the world
would forget she carried one, for she
never complains. Could she have the
longing of her heart gratified, her
burden would always remain invisible
to those she loves.
She is happy so long as the burden
rests on her back. It is when neg
lect and inappreciation from her chil
dren lift the burden to her heart that
her sorrow begins.
Mother is in need of mercy all the
year, and her need is particularly
great in the hot days of summer. It
is then that husband and children
seek every bit of cool air in the house
and out, and Mother is left in the
kitchen. The steam from the cooking
vegetables, the wave of hot air from
the oven where the strawberry short
cake the family demands is turning
a delicate brown; the heat curling up
from the iron that is pressing out
daughter’s dainty white dress—all
these, if Justice is done, are some
where. in a world not visible to mortal
eyes, turning into the smoke of in
cense before Mother’s shrine.
There must be more garments In
summer, which means more making,
more mending and a larger pile for
the laundry, and Mother has only the
two hands she has at other seasons,
and the strength poured into them is
not so great. .
There are preserves, and jam9, ani
jellies to be made, all labor that calls
for a hot fire; there are basting and
beating and stirring, all exertion tha:
quickens the blood and adds to the
heat, which is already intolerable.
The puddings and cakes and pies
which Daughter spreads on a coo!,
mossv picnic bank in the evening were
I prepared in a hot, steamy kitchen in
1 the morning, and they represent the
work of Mother's hands. Every call
made upon Mother from May till Sep
tember seems to carry a hot fire with
it. There is no one who can do thes<*
things but Mother. No one will de
them but Mother, and many girls
argue there is no one who SHOULD
do them but Mother.
It is to these girls the "lea is made;
have mercy on Mother! She will not
ask it for herself; she will not seek
it for herself. She will plunge Into
that fiery furnace of love and service,
commonly called the kitchen, and suf
fer there all day that her family may
have all the comforts of midsummer
without paying the price. ,
A girl must have wash dresses In
summer. She owes that to herself,
and she owes R to her mother that
they be of a fashion easy to make
and easy to launder. Fruits are a
summer joy and a necessity, but the
benefit gained is lost if the fruit is
smothered between rich pie crust that I
increases the heat of the kitchen in
its making, and the heat of the body
in its digestion.
The office downtown was hot all
day, and the girl who has no mercy
on Mother complain.® all evening be
cause she had to work In it taking
into no account that the hotti • -‘Ace
in town is a delightfu^v co«- .n-
mer resort compared with the V chen
at home.
• And all Mother gets in pay is her
board and clothes, a great deal of
complaint, and an occasional scrap of
love which she glorifies and huvs to
her breast, and magnifies after the
manner of al) mothers.
Have mercy on Mother! Lessen h'*r
labors and increase her wages. Pay
no heed to the foolish longing of x
fond heart that would be satisfied if
paid in love alone, but see that she !
gets more. i
^ Facts in Nature
F OR centuries *t has been known that Nature’s most valuable health giv- ^
ing agents for the cure of disease are found in our American forests.
Over forty years ago Dr. R. V. Pierce, chief consulting physician to the Invalids’
Hotel and Surgical Institute at Buffalo, N.Y., used the powdered extracts as well as
the liquid extracts of native medicinal plants, such as Bloodroot and Queen’s root.
Golden Seal and Stone root. Cherry bark and Mandrake, for the cure of blood
diseases. This prescription as put up in liquid form was called
DR, PIERCE’S
Qolden Medical Qiscovery
and has enjoyed a large sale for all these years in every drug store in the
Ly land. You can now obtain the powdered extract in sugar-coated tablet form cf
^your medicine dealer, or send 60c in one-cent postage stamps for trial box to^
Dr. Pierce’s Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, N.Y., and tablets will be mailed, postage prepaid.
The "Golden Medical Discovery” makes rich, red blood, invigorates the
stomach, liver and bowels and through them the whole system. Skin
affections, blotches, boils, pimples and eruptions—result of bad blood
—are eradicated by this alterative extract—as thousands have testified.
Send 31 one-cent 3tamps to pay cost of mailing only on a free copy of Dr.
Pierce’s Common Sense Medical Adviser, 1008 pages, clothbound
ADDRESS DR.R.V, PIERCE, BUFFALO, N. Y.
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WASHINGTON SEMINARY
1374 PEACHTREE HOAP ... - ATLANTA
THE SOUTH’S MOST BEAUTIFUL SCHOOL
Distinctive i eai uked.
1. Boarding Department limited. $100,000 00 In Grounds and Buildings.
2. New School Building, modem in equipment, with provision for open-air
class rooms.
3. Courses In Domestic Science and Physical Tnslning a part of regular cur
riculum.
4. Departments: Kindergarten. Primary. Academic, College Preparatory,
Music Art, Expression
Thirty-sixth Session begins SEPTEMBER 11th, 1913.
The Call
of the
North Woods
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<J Have you ever felt the thrill
of an out-of-doors vacation —
a few weeks of real life by the side of some
picturesque lake — away from everything that
savors of your daily toil?
flf From the Great North Woods of Wisconsin and
Northern Michigan Wild Nature — innumerable beauti
ful lakes and streams — the breath of the pine — the
gamy bass — the vicious muskellunge — the a^ile trout
and the toothsome pike—send out a call that ‘the man
who knows” finds hard to resist.
Each summer he returns to the scene of his last year’s
sport; each summer the appeal reaches many more who
have not known the charms of this region.
q Why don't you arrange to go ? Take a holiday in this wonderful
country, where a thousand sparkling lakes
teeming with gamy fish await you.
For full particulars apply to ticket agents
or address
Chicago and North Western Ry.
N. M. BREEZE, G. A.
434 Walnut St., Cincinnati, Ohio — NW2935
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