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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
J UST ahead glittered the huge ele-
tric sign “Maxim’s."
- I he six letters In the name of
this famous Paris cafe flashed out
and blazed Into light one at a time.
•'s they drew nearer Helen was
surprised to flnd the building Itself
rat.,er small and unpretentious, but
the waiting cabs, the lights and the
loitering crowd gave the place an air
«'1 festivity,
I her?, j'ou’ve always wanted to
-ee ,1 real bur—there’s your chance,”
commented Warren, as they entered
r ‘L f1 we J® confronted by a large un-
* S( recned bar which ‘ ran half way
across the room.
lb len gazed with astonished in
terest at the shining glasses, bottles
cm all the paraphernalia of a bar.
v ; hJch until now she had only
nmpsed behind swinging doors.
Hut even more astonishing than the
unscreened bar were the three young
Parched on high stools before
ll - ' he y "ere all in decollete gowns,
with their F'rench 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
oyer 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 fello-v 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
see,” 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 to
stand for it,” taking up the wine card.
"We could have seen just as much
in the front room," protested Helen,
'ill’s a shame to pay for champagne
\fhen neither of us like it.” -
-Well, you’re the one who was keen
on coming to Maxim's. We’re here
now, and if there's anything to see,
u ich 1 doubt, we're going to see it!’
\\ .11 not sit out in any front room to
save a 'few dollars."
At every place was a silver cham-
, li, holder with Us napkin-covered
ti„I lie. Very few were having any
thing lo eat, but all were sipping
-.vine and smoking cigarettes. As yet
no one was dancing, and the polished
floor space was deserted except for
the hurrying waiters.
“Well. 1 call this pretty slow,
mus d 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, you said there d be a
lot of' American sightseers—I don't
see 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
h&t.”
"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 anv 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 watt till we pass a fruitstand on
the way home. You'll pay from 4 to
10 francs for one of those. There's a
storv about a Chicago man who came
“■ ivcr here ate one of Maxim’s peaches
ami had to cable home for money/’
“Oh look at that girl crushing those
strawberries in her champagne!”
.•Hope that fellow’s pocketbnok can
stand the bill.” commented Warren
for in the leaf-lined box which had
evidently held six huge berries only
two remained.
'
'fruits in champagne seemed a favorite
trick at Maxim's, for strawberries and
peaches were being crushed into many
glasses by jeweled Angers A lttt.e
flat-end stick was used, and one was
laid suggestively by each box of fruit.
Everyone turned to look at a strik
ing’woman in a shimmering spangled
gown, Who now swept in unescorted.
The waiter who seated her handed
|, V'Yjl |
her a wine card, from hich she gave
an order, and then calmly opened a
cigarette case and lit a cigarette.
“Surely she isn’t alone?” whispered
Helen.
"Don’t see anyone with her, do you?
But don’t worry, she'll not be alone
long. Watch her size up the crowd,”
as the girl under her penciled eye
brows made a leisurely, almozt 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-vulgarlties 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 bar®
throat.
All the women smoked cigarettes,
most of them had jeweled cases t.f
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 we’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 dhink they want. 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
j got nothing but a played-out name
and your nerve! Bring that check, I
j tell you.”
"Oh, Warren, I'm sorry! I wish 1
! hadn’t said anything about the cham-
j pagne,” deplored Helen, who wanted
to stay longer.
J "Well, there’s nothing to see here,
i If you want this sort of thing—
there’s a dozen places in Paris where
1 you can get the worth of your money.
' But you’ll not get it at any of these
! cut-and-dried joints—fixed up for the
' tourist.”
Outside they were greeted by the
I supplicating cabmen. Warren glanced
at his watch.
"Come on,” putting Helen into the
: nearest cab. "It’s only half-past
j twelve—Paris doesn’t wake up until
< after one. I’ll take you to a place
j that Watson told me about. He says
it’s the real thing—hasn’t been spoiled
| by the guidebooks.”
Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
A Host of Valuable Hints from Pretty Carrie Reynolds
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories
Ever Written
Middle Course Needed.
It was after dinner at the club,
! when, after dining well, and seated
| in the depths of an easy chair, con-
; fidences were exchanged with im-
! punity. Young Brown looked aroupd
cautiously before remarking:
“My wife is so exceedingly nervous
| at night, Jones, that she scarcely
i sleeps at all.”
i "What’s she afraid of? Burglars?"
•, answered Jones, laconically.
"Yes.”
• "Well, you’ll have to expect that,
my boy. My wife was like that.
Every time phe heard a noise down
stairs she’d rout me out and send me
at once to investigate, an.1 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. “I’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! ”
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
D O you do your own housework,
milady, and despise yourself
for the doing? Do you loathe
the simple routine of daily tasks, and
feel sure thaf it will eventually net
you parboiled red hands, and thick-
lidded steamed eyes, and grimy dust
laden hair? No, stop, look and listen
to flaxen-haired Carrie Reynolds, who
appears on the various stages of the
Keith theaters under the managemenr
of Mr. Richard Lambert—and who
still finds time to be the mistress an]
housekeeper and maid of a daintj
four-room apartment out on River
side Drive, New York City.
From a long line of German an
cestors Miss Reynolds has inherltei
truly Teutonic flax-colored hair—and
ability as a “haus-frau.” Thrown in
for good measure are sparkling tawny
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 on ?
was Good Dame Common Sense.
Housework, enthusiasm, hard work
and a goal ahead are Miss Reynolds’
sign posts to success in life and pul
chritude.
Splendid Exercise.
"Now, you can’t think that any
able-bodied woman would warn a
maid around to bother her in a little
four-room-and-bath apartment,’’ said
Miss Reyonlds. "Think of all the
splendid exercise going to waste in
these days when one pound added to
your weight just about means a gray
Miss Carrie Reycclis.
hair. Why, housework is wonder* n
for the figure—sweeping and bed-
making and basting a roast in th«
oven are as good exercise as any
gymnasium can offer you. Wield .1
broom for the benefit of arms shoul
ders and su’-Mo waist mus* ■!« s. ^ •
down on the floor and s. rub to
strengthen your back; get in a glow
of stimulated blood circulation from
cleaning and sweeping and doling
and running the countless lit11* er
rands that the housekeeper kvo \ ■>.
Work up an appetite to enjoy vo.ir
food and so ward off indigestion Pr •-
pare sane, healthy dishes of wh
benefit you are s.ure. And then it* »<
with Joy and delight at your <* v 1
spick and span little home, and think:
‘Well, it gleams and glistens wit a
cleanness and order—and I did it.’
And if that does not make you well
and happy and pulsing with the
beauty of proud accomplishment, I a.11
a poor guesser—that’s all!”
"Bilt, 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 nit
overtime to get the possible fatal
pound of flesh off again?"
"Well,” confessed Miss Reynolds, "1
do not eat three meals a day. When
I am out on tour or when I am liv
ing in my own little home I have an j
8 o’clock breakfast and a 5:30 dinner,
and though I become fairly ravenous 1
in between I never indulge in any
thing more fat-producing that a glass
of grape juice. That is my staff wht n
I am hungry between meals: but 1
am now accustomed to but two meals
a day. And at those meals, potatoes
gravies .and white breads must bi
among those absent. And no sweets
-—1 have not eaten candy in fi e years.
It is not good for complexion or fig
ure or Peth. And all these things
are wor.h considering even at the
cost of a f’ w sweetmeats.”
A Tooth Secret.
"You probably show' your teeth a
little more consideration than just not
eating candy. Won’t you tell me
what separate benefits they have—
since they can scarcely get much help
from the housework?” said I.
“Oh, 1 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
handle is decorated with a wee rib
bon of distinguishing color, and I use
the brushes in rotation, giving them
a rest between jobs. 1 brush my
teeth four times per diem, and each
brush works once in 24 hours and
has all the time between to air and
rest and grow sweet and clean lie-
fore Its next usage. And 1 ,nd in
front of a mirror to cleanse my te^th
and am an interested observer as 1
work the brush up and down to makf
Mire that 1 am going over the ground
thoroughly. Housework and four
toothbrushes — was the interview
worth while?” asked Miss Reynolds.
And when you have tried house
work and four toothbrushes I think
that you will agree with me that it
was.
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine
Gfeen.)
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 to what the bearer of this has
to say. He will undoubtedly Interest
you.” j %
"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 quietly 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. Gryce 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 broke.”
"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 hut 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 corner behind the partly closed
door when I heard the sound of wheels,
and the next moment the slight hut un
mistakable noise of a small bottle shiv
ering to pieces 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
tlrely 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 sure I am very much obliged to
you,” rejoined Mr. Gryce. "U is cer
tainly an important piece of evidence.
I will not ask why it was not given
us before.”
“But I will tell you.” responded the
other frankly, v'l am not much in the
habit of mixing in police matters and
I had a naiurai disinclination to put
myself forward. So I let the affair go
by. But conscience w’as 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.
I.et these facts be considered as ours
alone, sir.”
"I would be very happy to do this,
but unfortunately I was more ready to
spea*k to my friends than I was to the
officers of the law Several members
of piy 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 w r hen he knew he
should find Dr. Molesworth at home he
went to see him with a writ of arrest in
his pocket.
The Darkening Cloud.
A SQUARE, dull-looklng room with
two dim windows facing a high
brick wall; a large table covered
with phials, boxes of Instruments,
writing materials and a few books; a
black hair-cloth sofa and two chairs; a
dingy carpet and a ceiling which has
been unwhitened for years; at the table
and confronting ihe 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
Molesworth’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 juit what his course of
treatment should be 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 i J
in it which tells the observer that, ex
pected or unexpected, his hour has
come, and the hopes W'hlch 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 soma
cherished ambition or secret all-ab
sorbing wish. %
"But you have some business! I
recollect yo»r 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; tho
fewest words will answer with you. I
am an ofTlcer armed with a warrant,
and I have come to arrest you as the
suspected murderer of Mildred Farley.”
The doctor, who had been standing
with his back to the table, turned
slightly and took up a paper lying
there. There w r ere 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 ijoor 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 same
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 ca*n he easily read
by any physician. Keep it till I ask
you for ft.”
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 thlB was done, he rose,
and confronting the detective, ob
served : t
"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 a^d 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 t
am willing to name and whom I only
desire to see in your presence and, if
wish, in your hearing.”
To 3e Continued To-morrow.
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The Mexican View
By MINNA IRVING.
I N Mexico, not long ago,
We used to bait the bull,
With much beribboned 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 take the bold American
And hit him on the head,
Or slice him up in little strips,
Or pepper him with lead,
Or shut him in a dungeon cell,
Pretend to set him free,
Then stab him neatly in the back,
Or hang him from a tree.
The Yankee navy loafs around,
Their capitans talk big.
But pooh! These gringoes only have
Th.e 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.
Have Mercy on Mother
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
I F someone did not occasionally
point to the burden on every
Mother’s shoulders, the world
w r ould 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 inappreeiation 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 coqI 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 iz 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 th?
two hands she has at other seasons,
and the strength poured into them is
not so great.
There are preserves, and Jams, anl
Jellies to be made, all labor that calls
for a hot fire; there are basting and
beating and stirring, all exertion that
quickens the blood and adds to tho
heat, which is already intolerable.
The puddings and cakes and pies
which Daughter spreads on a cool,
mossy picnic bank in tlje evening were
prepared in a hot, steamy kitchen in
tho morning, and they represent the
w’ork of Mother's hands. Every call
made upon Mother from May til! Sep
tember seems to carry a hot fire wit it
it. There is no one who can do these
things but Mother. No one will *i•
them but Mother, and many girls
argue there is no one who SHOULD
do them but Mother.
It is to these girls the ^**ea 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 in;iv
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 it to t her mother that
they be of a fashjon 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
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 w'ho has no mercy
on Mother complains all evening be
cause she had to work in it, taking
into no account that the hottest office
in town is a delightful cool sum
mer resort compared with the kitchen
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 hugs 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 a
fond heart that would be satisfied if
paid in love alone, but see that she
get* iuura.
^ Facts in Nature
pOR centuries ; t has been known that Nature’s most valuable health giv- V
* 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 ...
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
! (golden Medical discovery j
and has enjoyed a large sale for all these years in every drug store in the
jQr) land. You can now obtain the powdered extract in sugar-coated tablet form of
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 stamps 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 ROAD ATLANTA
THE SOUTHS MOST BEAUTIFUL SCHOOL
DISTINCTIVE J- t.Ai UHJa>.
1. Boarding Department limited. $100,000 0V in Grounds and Buildings.
2. New School Building, modern In equipment, with provision for open-air
class rooms.
3 Cournes In Domestic Science and Physical Tmining a part of regular cur
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4 Departments: Kindergarten, Prlmar>, Academic. College Preparatory,
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T» !:ty- xth Session begins SEPTEMBER 11th, 1913
The Call
of the
Cool
<1 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?
<1 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.
*1 Why don’t you arrange to go? Take a holiday In this wonderful
country, where a thousand sparkling lakes
teeming with garry 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
NW2035
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