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> 'THE MAGAXIML Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. M ADAME JOUVEN’S Ik in the very heart of the Latin Quar- ter. It is a dingy building, with a faded, striped awning which shades the tables outside, and with low-cetlinged rooms and sawdust floors within. The small, round tables are placed so close that Madame Jouven and her three daughters who serve you can Hardly squeeze through. Although it was only half-past six. even table on the terrace was taken. Oh, how quaint! Look, the walls are all covered with sketches!” ex claimed Helen, as one of Madame Jouven s daughters led them inside. enough,” grumbled War- ren. ‘‘But I’m mighty sceptical about tnese places where they serve dinner for only two francs. That’s too ?u? a P' Something’s wrong, some- thlng’s wrong somewhere.” "But Marion said all the art students came here—it must be all F And everything looks clean.” “Well, art students may thrive on horse meat, but I don’t want any of it in mine. Remember those shops wi-th the gilded horse’s head? I’ll wager these quaint little ‘restaurants' are their prize customers.” “Ekm’t, dear—don’t spoil our din ner.' pleaded Helen, glancing around for Marion, who had said they would find her there any night. Warren had come most reluctantly. He had been very unresponsive to Helen’s enthusiastic account of the meeting with her old school friend. "She’d be a blamed sight better off at home than living here in the Quarter,” was his verdict, when Helen told him of Marion’s studio and her independence. Marion Arrives. Warren was never in sympathy wMth “careers” for women. He thought their place w’as in the home and never lost an opportunity of say ing so. “Oh, there’s Marion now,” eagerly, as a tall girl in a sailor hat, white shirtwaist and blue serge skirt, came beaming by toward them. Helen tried to make her cordiality cover Warren’s lack of it. He had known Marion only slightly in the old school days, and now he was un doubtedly prejudiced against her work and her Bohemian life. Possibly Helen’s admiration and enthusiasm increased this prejudice. But Marion was too genuinely fond of Helen and too delighted to be with her to notice Warren aloofness. One of Madame Jouven’s daughters now brought them each a plate on which was a sardine, two olives, one slice of tomato ana two tiny radishes. In a two-franc dinner the food must be served in very exact portions. She also brought three pint bottles of claret, with a dab of red wax over each cork. “So we get a bottle of sealed wine with our two-franc dinner?” “But it’s very good wine,” declared Marion, resenting Warren’s sarcasm. “This is the best two-franc dinner in Paris. Every student in the Quarter swears by Madame Jouven. Look at the testimonials of our gratitude.” nodding to the penciled sketches which covered the walls. “Oh. I was going to ask you about those,” interrupted Helen. “Read that one back of you—the verses are in English.” Helen turned to a clever sketch of a FTench ballet girl, pirouetting on one toe. The verse underneath she read aloud: “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Here’s to keep you as you are. Twinkle now. for you’ll grow fat, And stars don’t twinkle after that!” Even Warren grinned an appreci ative, “That’s not bad.” “Some of the best ones are on the other side,” said Marion. Every inch of the opposite wall was covered with drawings, most of them caricatures. Some of the verses were in French, some in English, and most of them screamingly funny. Mimi. “Hello, what’s that?” demanded Warren, looking under the table. “Oh, that’s Mimi,” laughed Marion, dropping half her sardine on the TWO WOMEN SAVED FROM OPERATIONS .H By Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound— Th6ir Own Stories Here Told. Beatrice. Neb.—“Just after my mar riage my left side began to pain me and the pain got so severe at times that I suffered terribly with it. I visited three doctors and each one wanted to operate on but I would not consent to an operation. I heard of the good Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound was doing for others and I used several bottle* of it. with the result that T haven't been both ered with my side since then. I am in good health and I have two little girls."—Mrs R. B. Child. Beatrice, The Other Case. Cary. Maine.—“I feel it a duty I owe to all suffering women to tell what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound did for me. One year ago I found myself a terrible iufferer. 1 had pains in both sides and 6uch a soreness I could scarcely straighten up at times My back ached. I had no appetite and was bo nervous I eeuld not slef-p, then I would be so -tired mornings that I could scarcely got pround. It seemed almost im possible to move or do a bit of work end I thought I never would be any better until I submitted to an opera tion. but my husband thought I had hotter write to you and I did so, stat- i ing my symptom?. I commenced » is king Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound 3nd soon felt like a new ‘ woman. I had no pa’ns, slept well, rfcad good appetite and could do al most all my own work for a family four. I shall always feel that I w rnv good health to your Vege- Mli. Hazard -j yv uio t CjUji Vi***!!*! — sawdust floor for the big gray cat. “Well, I wish ‘Mimi’ would claw the table’s leg instead of mine." “Oh, isn’t she a beauty?" Helen leaned over to stroke her sleek fur. “We’ve got the most wonderful Per- sion cat — Pussy Purrmew. She’s taken three ribbons at the Madison | Square Garden, besides a special—” “Oh, cut it,” broke in Warren. "When Helen gets started on Pussy Purrmew you think we had the only cat that ever took a prize.” “He’s just as proud of her as I am.” teased Helen. Here a crowd of eight students came in, nodded to Marion as they passed, and with an air of being quite at home pushed two tables to gether, seated themselves, and began rearranging the silver. Geniality. They were all Americans who had evidently been long in the Quarter. Helen instantly noticed a marked resemblance in one of the men to a large cartoon on the side of the wall under which was scrawled “A Type.” He had the same closely-trimmed Van Dyke beard, the same slouch hat. flowing tie and black velvet coat. He needed only the portmanteau under his arm to complete the pic ture. “Yes, that’s a caricature he drew of himself,” smiled Marion, noticing Helen’s glance of comparison. “He’s ve^y clever, but he’s too lazy to work. His folks live somewhorr in Michigan. I believe they’re well-off. and occasionally he gets a check from home. The one next to him is Paul Colomore—he had a picture in the Salon last year. The girl he’s with is Elsie ClaypoOl—she does minia tures.” The man with the Van Dyke beard went over to a shelf on which were a dozen or more napkins in varied colored rings. “Get mine! Get mine!” clamored the others, catching them dexterously as he tossed them over. “Here’s yours, Marion. Want it?” holding it up, poised to throw. Marion laughed and shook her head. “No, I’m company to-night, so I’m flaunting a fresh one.” “Oh, ail r-i-g-h-t,” with a comic drawl as he put hack the napkin. Two of the other men had gone after the claret, glasses, relishes and bread, which with noisy merriment they distributed around their long table. “Oh. yes, when It’s crowded here we often wait on ourselves,” smiled Marion. “And we all have our nap kin rings—it saves Madame a lot of laundry.” Helen was beginning to feel the charm of it all. and even Warren unbent somewhat in this atmosphere of geniality and good fellowship. As the dinner consisted only of relishes, soup, fish, chicken, salad and cheese, the possibility of horse-meat was eliminated. Marion suggested that they take their coffee and iiquor out to one of the now vacant tables on the terrace. Everyone was having a cordial, for a dinner in Paris, however inexpen sive, is not complete without a cognac, anisette, menthe, or grenadine. Old Marie. The group of American students at the long table grew- more merry. Every now and then they broke into a chorus of some popular song, beat ing time on the table with their glasses. Almost everyone had finished his dinner, but they all still lingered on. Some were playing checkers, others had pushed aside their coffee curs and were writing letters. The check ers ana the well-worn portfolios with the notepaper and pink blotters were supplied by Madame. These Latin Quarter restaurants are not merely places to eat, for they contribute much to the social life of the student. A little old woman, bent and shriv elled. now paused in the street before the terrace and began to sing in a piping voice. Between the verses she executed a tottering pas seul. “That’s old Marie. She used to be a famous dancer at the opera." “But surely some society would take care of her,” asked Helen. Marion shrugged her shoulders. “There’s so many worn-out artists in Paris. And perhaps old Marie would rather have this vagrant life and her glass of absinthe.” ns Warren and some of the students threw her a few sous, “than to be shut up in an old ladies’ home.” A number of students who had evi dently dined somewhere else now came in to have a cordial and a chat at Madame Jouven’s. Every one seemed to know every one else. It was after ten before they left. Marion insisted on their coming to her studio. They walked with her to the gate of the old garden, but to Helen’s disappointment Warren re fused rather curtly to go up. “Dear. I’m afraid Marion was hurt.” as they turned back into the Boule vard St. Michael. "You were almost rude.” “Well, she'd no business to insist. She saw I didn’t want to go. I’ve had enough Bohemianism for one night Where’s that underground sta tion we saw on the way down?” “Oh, Warren, we’re not going back in the underground?” “Why not?” “After dinner in the Latin Quarter —to take the underground? We might as well be in the subway at home. It would spoil the atmosphere of the whole evening.” “Atmosphere be hanged! Should think those fellows’d be glad to get back to less atmosphere and more civilization. This Latin Quarter life’s only camping out.’’ “But ‘dear, their work—their ca reers—” “Careers! If a few of those yaps would cut their hair, shake their greasy velvet jackets, and go back home, they might make a decent liv ing, which is a whole lot more than they’ll do here!” THE fTVnm th* Gorman of Barnhart! R*11®rm*nn— German version Copyrighted, 1913. by S. Puoher Verlag, Berlin. English tranalaUon and ipilation by Greatest Story of Its Kind Since Jules Verne ] ritt, e Bobbie’s By WILLIAM F. KIRK. Pa > T Playing the Game. Two Scots met in a golf match. On one side of the course there was a high railway embankment. Over this railway it happened Jock drove his ball. They hunted for it a long time, but could not And it. Sandy wanted Jock to give it up. but Jock wouldna, for a lost ball means a lost hole. Finally Jock took a new ball frae his poke, dirtied it, and pretended to find it. “Here ’tis, Sandy!” he called. “Ye’re a leear, Jock!” responded i Sandy. “I’m no a leear! Here ’tis!” “Ye’re a leear, for I’ve had it in ma i pocket for fufteen meenits!” The hundreds who made a com fortable living snapping for the scraps that fell from the financial orgies of the great, watched the great screens in front of the news paper offices far into the night. They wanted to know who MacKendree Allan was. and who was back of him and where his tunnel would be. All of these things might mean fortunes to them. < 4 0 even Tj confe billions represented at conference,” the screen an nounced, in big black letters against the blinding white. But the first big sensation came when the following appeared: “Europe will be a suburb of New York, says C. H. Lloyd!” Another paper showed In moving pictures the arrival of Vanderstyfft at the momentous conference in his monoplane, and supplementary pho tographs and sentences to show how the operator of the machine was run down and nearly knocked from the roof. Then a photograoh of Spinna- way. the injured photographer. Then moving pictures showing Allan help ing Mrs. Allan into a cab the next morning and kissing her good-bye. "Great announcement!” was the next sign, and there was a roar of nervous laughter when the follow ing appeared: G. Hunter, broker, books first passage on first train through tun nel.” Great Possibilities. In quick succession came state ments from the Secretary of Com munications that the tunnel would save a year in the life of every busi ness man—from a famous tobacco merchant that a carload of goods could be shipped from Los Angeles to St. Petersburg without reloading— from another money king that a man would go to Europe a dozen times where he went once to-day. And so on. But little of this was grist for the brokers’ mills. Already the news >t Allan’s real estate operations was more or less substantially before them —one great opportunity snapped up. Others might be slipping away every second. Who was going to lead the financing? Lloyd? Wittersteiner? How would the money be raised—in the open market? What would the capitalization be—the bond issue? Others than the small fry brokers were busy that night. The great Trans-Atlantic Shipping Trust saw its control of the sea traffic headed for a tremendous disaster if the great plan should prove feasible. The heads of this great combine were among the few excluded from the conference, omitted from Lloyd’s invitation list. With their friends and allies they were deep in a council of war, laying shrewd plans to grease the wheels of international politics so that they would operate against the tunnel. Rives found the elderly financier in a secluded corner of the ^moking room, where a window commanded a view of the Jersey hills and the air ships winking and flashing against the sky and the occasional upward leaping shafts of light that guided them across the A’leghenies on the line for New York. After Mr. Wtitersteiner had hos pitably seen to the wants of his guest as to liquid and nicotine refreshment he nodded to a disordered profusion of telegrams scattered on the little table among the bottles and cigarette boxes. "Your friend, Mr. Allan,” he ob served with a quaint smile, "has no: let any grass grow under his feet.” Rives feigned a puzzlement that was not all real. "In what way, Mi . V ittersteiner ?*’ The old man chuckled. “I have been getting some information from some of my European agents about his activities in the real estate field.” Rives Surprised. Rives could hardly conceal his em barrassment. "Why. surely, Mr. Wit tersteiner”—he began, but the old man interrupted him with a gesture. “Tut. tut! You need not defend him—it was perfectly obvious, but it is the obvious that the small man overlooks. It augurs well for the suc cess of the main plan that the man at the head of it is prompt and clear headed.” "I am glad you feel that way about it,” said Rives, with some relief. “You are interested?” Mr. Witter steiner smiled shrewdly. “A few millions,” confessed the other with a laugh. “I never should have thought about it. but I am being kidnaped into slave labor, and Al lan let me In as balm to ruffled ease.” Mr. Wittersteiner nodded approv ingly. “That is good. He Is a gifted man—Mr. Allan—a farseeing man. He will go far. But,” he added gravely, “I hope not too far.” “How do you mean?” asked Rives quickly. “Why, it was very shrewd of him to select for the entrance sites deserts and waste places where the land could be had for a song, but it would not do to try that same principle with the stock of the company—it would not do for him. I hope he will re member that older and more respon sible heads are concerned.” “I am sure that Allan has no idea of anything but that Mr. Lloyd and his allies shall conduct the financing in their own way with the proper safeguards for himself.” A Bigger Game. "That is right,” apporved Mr. Wit tersteiner. "The profits from this real estate transaction will not be in considerable. but at the same time you must not forget that it is only a trifle—a side show. No matter how great the profits are, it is simply the work of a real estate operator. The game of finance is different. But, as I say, it speaks well for him. I am glad that he is not merely an engi neer. You have known him long?” "Ever since our college days.” “He is of a wealthy family?” "Not by a long shot!” declared Rives, with energy. "He worked in a coal mine when he was twelve years old and was the only man in the mine with brains enough to find a way out when most of 4 caved in. That brought him to some promi nence iu the news, and a wealthy old woman in Chicago undertook his ed ucation. He told me that watching the drums hauling cages up and down ^HARK was a awful funny cuppel calm to visit Pa & Ma last nite. Thare naim was Mister it Missus Blume; 1 think thare naim shud have been Gloom. Thay was both of them as sad as if the wurld was dimming to a end. I knew that Pa dident like them, beekaus he is awful jolly moast of the time, but Ma sed that thay was old friends of the fambly so thay wu 1 have to # be entertained. I wud be glad to entertain them, 1 Vi sed to Ma out in the kitchen, but thay look so sad that I doant know what to do for their plesur, inless I spank littel Bobbie & maik him cry I have newer did that yet, sed Pa, and I hate to start in now. Oh, 1 guess thay aint as bad as all that. Ma seal. Jest go out now entertain them till I cum. So Pa «SL- me went out into the living room wile Ma was gltting sum laie supper for the cumpany. Well, sed Pa to Mister Plume, I see that Matty won another galm yester day. He is doing pritty well for a poor old cripple that Is all in, isent he? sed Pa. I do not pay much attention to the petty triumfs of a baseball player, se 1 Mister Blume. He may be a id il among the unthinking, but was Cae sar a baseball player? No. He was a grate general! <>h, 1 see, sed Pa, you want to talk about generals. Well, sir, I think that Napol.vun was about the niftiest gen-, eral that ever told his men to go & git drilled by bullets. He was a far- sited man. sed Pa. Wen his starving, frozen Grand Armee was blundering ! from Moscow he cud look far muff ahed to git out of it hisself, so he took six of the best horses & the best carriage & took a bee line for Paris, leeving his poor soljers to git hoam the best way thay cud. Oh, yes, he was a inhuman man, s°3 Mister Blume. He waded to his tri- umfs thru a sc a of blood, of blood, blood, blood. Then Mister & Missus Blume looked awful blue & sad. Pa sed he had been in a awful war, too, but dident git no medals, al though he was intitled two them. Mister Blume looked at Pa kind of hard for a minnit, but Pa dident turn red. I turned kind of red for him, but Mister Blume wasent looking at me, so he dident knuw that Pa was lying. Well, sed Mister Blume, you may have been in that awful war, but wether you were or not, thare were reely grate men in those days. & the peepul reely loved them. Now we have no reely grate men. Jest wen we begin to think one of them Is grate, up cums a inquiry A. somebody produces a lot of canceled checks, the grate man’s naim Is mud. The grate men are all moldertng in thare graves, sed Mister Blume. the grate wimmeBL too, sed Missus Blume. Oh. dear me, what is this wurld dimming too? Oh, I think you must be a grate woman, I toald Missus Blume. Then she reely smiled & called me a deer littel man. It made me think of a littel verse I herd on the stage: The wise man is wise in his wisdom. The fool thinks he’s wise in his folly; But the high & the low, warever you go Are all easy marks for a jolly. Do You Know— Private Doughty, of the Royal Ma rine Light Infantry, completed a re- m, ik il.b piano-playing performance at the East Cowes Town Hall re- cently. having played without a stop for 25 hours. Doughty finished re markably fresh his only food having boon a few hard-boiled eggs, grapes, and a little milk, relieved by an oc casional puff at a cigarette. The most powerful locomotive in the world has just been built by the American Locomotive Company for a Virginia railroad. It can haul 155 loaded 5ft-ton capacity goods trucks at ten miles an hour. It has sixteen driving wheels. The locomotive and tender weigh 752,000 pounds, and the fire-box is large enough to hold a shunting locomotive. The profession of prompter Is more suited to women than to men, as their voices carry better across the stag?, anti are less audible in the audito rium. Tutter—Awfully pretty baby of yours, Bender, but—er—what is it, a boy or a girl? Bender—Can’t you tell it’s a girl? "No. How on earth do you tell?” “Can’t you see? &he’s reaching up to put her mother’s hat on straight.” “Oh, doctor, I feel so discouraged— whooping cough, measles, mumps, and croup, one after the other, and now my child is ill again!" “Why, the boy’s a genius!” “A genius?” “Yes—infinite capacity for taking pains, you know.’’ Wedderly—I’d hate to have any business dealings with Slyker. He’s too smart. Singleton—Do you mean to ray that you consider him smarter than your- 8< If” Wedderly—I certainly do. Why, he had a chance to marry my wife—but he didn’t. "4 WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The story opens with Rives, who is in charge of the technical work ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tun -! trains, with Baermann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They are traveling at the rate of 118 miles an hour. Rives is in love with Maude Allan, wife of Maekendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the great tunnel scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean Rives gets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems t<» burst. There is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives is badly wounded. He staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3,090 men have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4 ltlves finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out. The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from t\ H. Lloyd, “The Money King.’’ John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al lan. Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres ent. Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3.100 miles long. The financiers agree to back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Bark Club to meet Wit tersteiner a financier. At Columbus Circle news of the great project is being flashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Now Go On With the Story. At 4 o’clock the camp was roused by the whistle of a locomotive. Wil son, working all night with the help of most of the freight masters at ! Toms River and his own men, had i started another train of a hundred cars and telephoned that more would be along in a few hours “Get those cars unloaded and shoot ’em back to me as quickly as you can,” he telephoned to Rives. “Allan is not only using all of our private cars, but till he can steal from the railroads, and the traffic manager is beginning to holler ‘Murder! the shafts gave him his first taste for engineering. Then he went t< work for the electrical people and de veloped Allanite. I helped him tc finance it and that gave him a mod erate fortune. Since that time he has worked continuously on his tunne project.” “Truly a remarkable history,” ob served the old man. “ And that was his wife with Miss Lloyd?” “Yes.” “Apparently a very charming and I directing intelligent woman.” Rives studied the end of his cigar ette. “Yes—a very charming wo man.” he agreed, slowly. 1 EAVINO the teams to toll along tin* sandy by-roada behind him. Rives cantered forward on his wiry little polo pony to look over the ground. It was the last bit of unclaimed land in the Jersey plains. Less than a hundred years before all of the country they had passed through af ter leaving Toms River, which was the ternoparv chief shipping point, had been sand waste and scrub pine. Now it was the most fertile garden land in the world. On the site of the tunnel entrance the government for esters had been busy and sturdy young trees all about him marked the end of the first step in their work of redemption. H E dismounted and scrambled tin one of these that grew on a hit • of rising ground, a sanc^-dune of twenty years before. Far to the southeast he could see the tall chim neys and the smoke of Toms Riv r and mark the shipping in the canal, where once had been the desolate flats of Barnegat Bay. And beyond that a faint strip of the blue At lantic. For a long time he sat dangling his leg9 from a limb and gazed out across the country until presently dusty col umns of wagons clos- d in around him and scores of men began unlimbor ing tripods and marking stakes. Wag on after wagon came up and dis charged its load of men and equip ment—axes for the most part—and soon the woods for miles around rang with the blows of the steel, and from These were freight cars 1< the roofs with building mat the more perishable sort, ai swore at his carpenters as they toiled by lahtern light to get root over it. The handling was faster than the roofing, for the top of each car was i | parked solid with workmen. . .. , . . The next train brought a complete yne it seemed to Rives that some | power plant> whlch was t „ until the 'bigger plants could be in stalled. and by the time it arrived the concrete bases for the dynamos were beginning to dry. . . .. . . . , , It was terrific pace. The run of a indicated the places temporary she Is few sh(irt mil ,, s fr „„, Toms River sprang up as if they had leaped from j VVilsun a big advantage, and. in the ground. Th. smoke of a hundred ite of hls furious efforts, the fires went up into the clear summer fr(1 j ffht piled up beside th*- tracks a * r - Rives got Allan on the telephone in And Rives was in the thick of it, New York. f axmen. hurrying j “What’s the matter?” he demanded, s D’ F.LIGHTFUL for dainty women ^ — Economical for women whose \ clothes have been faded and spoiled — Permanent relief for all women who suffer from excessive perspiration. h invisible giant the woodland, scythe. The least wooded portions were fir assailed, and as fast as the surveyo stalking through ping a mighty ODOR-O-NO THE ANTI-DRESS SHIELD TOILET WATER Keeps the armpits fresh, dry and natural. Eliminates excessive perspiration and its odor from any part of the body. 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Get some men tention to the two steel rails that “AH right, laughed Allan; were thrusting themselves toward | shoot some along, him from Toms River, a thousand feet to the hour. “Allan is swamping me here at the terminal,” Wilson telephoned. “I can’t handle everything that’s coming hero and see that the line goes through." “You have to,” Rives told him blandly. “If it isn’t through so you can get freight started out here be fore dark, you’ll he swamped worse than that in the morning—if I know Allan. You better stay on the job all night.” The Train Arrives. At 6 o’clock there was a wild cheer from thousands of throats. A train of 50 cars loaded with cooks, cookii; de rour | a do I “I’ll SOLD BY E. H. Cone Inman Park Pharmacy j Drown & Allen Palmer’s Drug Store Lamar & Rankin. Distributors Chamberlin-Johnson-DuBose And Other “Live Dealers in Toilet Articles. INSIST ON ODOR-O-NO—THERE’S NOTHING “JUST AS GOOD.” *Mo ;• ... A. G. 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