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7^ A* ir** 4 THE % 1^1 Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. M adamk jouvens U in the very heart of the Latin Quar ter. It U a dingy building with a faded, striped awning which shafjei* the tables outside, and with low-ceilinged 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 sit every table on the terrace was taken “Oh. how quaint! Look, th»- walls hto all covered with sketches!" ex claimed Helen, as one of Madame Jouven’s daughters led them insidt "Quaint enough." grumbled War ren “Hut I'm mighty scepth al about these places where they s< rve dinner for only two francs. That's too cheap. Something's wrong, some thing's wrong somewhere" "But Marion said all the art students came here - it must be all right. And everything looks clean.’’ “Well, art students may thrive on horse meat, Hut I don’t want any of it In mine. Remember those shops with the glided horse’s head? f'll wager these quaint little ‘restaurants' are their prize customers." “Don’t, dear -don’t spoil our din ner.’’ pleaded Helen, glancing around for Marlon, 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. “Phe’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 with "careers” for women. He thought their place was in the home and n%ver lost an opportunity of say ing HO. “Oh. there's Marion now,” eagerly, as a tall girl In a sailor hat, white shirtwaist ami blue serge skirt, came beaming by toward them. Helen tried to make her cordiality cover Warren’s lack of It. He had known Marlon 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 tljia prejudice. But Marion was ton genuinely fond of Helen and ton 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 ■live of tomato ami two tiny radishes. In a two-franc dinner the food must be served in very exurt 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 wina With our two-franc dinner?" "But Jt’e very good wine,” declared Marlon, resenting Warren’s sarcasm. “Tills 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. "(>h, I whh going to ask you about those,” interrupted Helen. "Read that one back of you—the versos are in English.” . Helen turned to a clever sketch of a French ballet girl, pirouetting on one toe. The verse underneath she road aloud: “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Here’s to keep you hh you ure 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 beat ones are on the other side,” said Marion. Every Inch of the opposite wall was covered with drawing*, 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 Mlmi," laughed Marion, dropping half her surdlne on the TWO WOMEN SAVED FROM OPERATIONS By Lydia E. Pinkh&m’a Vegetable Compound— Their Own Stories Here Told. Beatric®, Neb.—"Just after my inar- Wage my left aide began to pain me *nd the pain got so severe at times that I suffered terribly with It. I visited three doctors and each one wanted to operate on me. hut I would not consent to an operation. I heard of the good Lydia E Plnkhaiu'a Vege table Compound was doing for others and I used several bottles of it. with .the result that I 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 ISeb The Other Case Cary, Maine —*T feel It a duty I owe to all suffering women to tell what Lydia E Ptnkham’e Vegetable Compound did for me One year ago I found myself a terrible sufferer 1 had pains In both sides and such a soreness I could scarcely straighten up at times My back ached T had no appetite and was so nervous l could not sleep, then I would be so tired mornings that I could scarcely g«*t around. It seemed almost im possible to move or do a bit of work and I thought I never would be any better until I submitted to an opera tion, but my husband thought 1 had better write to you and 1 did so, stat ing my symptom" I commenced raking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vtgetabie Compound and soon felt like a new woman. I had no pains, slept well, had good appetite and could do al most all my own work for a family of four. I shall alwavs feel that I owe my good health to your Yrge- tp ‘ C a tv' Mr*. Harvard *H»S±S, tAteili, — ~ sawdust floor for the big gray cat. "\\ eh, I wish ‘Miml’ would claw the tablc'n leg instead of mine.” "<>h. isn’t she a beauty?” Helen leaned over to stroke her sleek fur "We’ve got the mos' wonderful Per- slon cat Pussy Purrmew. She’s taken three ribbons at the Madison Square Harden, bi sides a special- ”‘>h, cut it,” broke in Warren. “When Helen geln started on Pussy Purrmew you think we had the only cat that c*ver 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 thfty passed, and with an uir of being quite at home pushed two tables to gether, si*ated 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 scrawded “A Type.” He had the same closely-trimmed Van Dyke heard, 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, nothing Helen s glance of comparison "He’s very clever, but he’s too lazy to work. His folks live .somewhere in Michigan 1 believe they're well-off, and occasionally he gets a check from home. The one next to him la Paul Folornore — he hud a picture In the Salon last year. The girl he’s with is Elsie f’laypool—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 us he tossed them over. “Here’s yours, Marion. W«nt it?” holding It up. poised to throw. Marion laughed and shook her head. “No, I’m company to-night, so I'm Haunting a fresh one.” "Oh, ail r-i g h-t,” with a comic; drawl as he put back the napkin. Two of ihe other men had gone after the* claret, glasses, relishes and bread, which with noisy merriment they distributed, around their long table. "Oh. yes, w’hen 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 ftdlowship. Ah the dinner consisted only of relishes, soup, fish, chicken, salad anti cheese the possibility of horse-meut was eliminated. Marlon suggested that they take their coffee and liquor 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, ano*ttc, menthe, or grenudine. Old Marie. The group of American students at the long table grew more merry. Everv 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. Home were playing checkers, others had pushed aside their coffee cuns and were writing letters. The check ers anu the well-worn portfolios with the notepaper and pink blotters went supplied by Madame. Those Latin Quarter restaurants are not merely places to cat. 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 *<tng in a piping voice. Between the verses she executed a tottering pas soul. “That’s old Marie. She used to be a famous dancer at the opera.” "But surely some society w'ould take care of her" asked Helen. Marion shrugged her shoulders. "There's so many worn-out arti ’ts In Paris. And perhaps old Marie would rather have this vagrant life and her glass of absinthe,” as Warren and some of the students threw her a few sous, “than to be shut up in an old ladles' home.” A number of students who had evi dently dined somewhere else now came in to have u cordial and a chat at Madame Jouven’s. Every one seemed to know everv one else. It was after ten before they left. Marlon 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, ehe’d no business to insist. She saw 1 didn’t want to go. I've had enough Bohemiantsm for one night Where’s that underground sta tion we saw on the way dowr ?” "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 suhwav 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!” Playing the Game. Two Scots met in a golf match. On one side of the course there was a high railway embankment. Over thh railway It happened Jock drove his ball. They hunted for it a long time, but could not find tt. Sandv wanted Jock to give It up. but Joik wouldna, for a lost ball means a lost hole. Finally Jo< k took a new ball frae his poke, dirtied it, and pretended J to find it. "Here ’tis. Sandy!” he called. I "Ye're a leear, Jock!” responded Sandy. “I tn no a leear! Here ’tis!” “Ye’re a leear. for I’ve had it in ma I pockt; tor fufteen nnvnits!” i. Greatest Story of Its Kind Since Jules Verne ] Jtt e Bobbie’s , By WILLIAM F KIRK. Pa iTrom rt\s Otrmea 'A F**rnhsrS Rsll«rm*nn— ffrm.an *t:rstur. riopjrrijjiitffl. IftlH. *<j> •». Ki* her Veriag. Lterliu Luglii-h translation sn<l (onjpU«t'.c.ii c, 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 ih« night. They wanted to know who Mat K< n Ire* Allan was, and who was har k of him and when- his tunnel would be. All of these things might mean fortunes to them. 4 4 S EVEN billion conference,” billions represented it 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 O. H. Lloyd!” Another paj>er showed In moving pictures the arrival of Vanderstyfft at the momentous conference in his monoplane, and supplementary pho tographs and sentences to show how tho operator of the machine was run down and nearly knocked from tha roof. Then a photogranh of Spinna- wav the injured photographer. Then moving pictures showing Allan help ing Mrs. Allan into n 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 ; “F. 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 suve 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 tim *s where he went once to-day. And so on. But little of this was grist for the brokers' mills. Already ihe news *' Allan’s real estate operations was m(»re or less substantially before them one great opportunity snapped up. Others might be slipping away every second. Who was going to had the financing” Lloyd? Wittersteiner? How would the money lie raised—in the open market? What would the capitalization he the bond Issue? Others than the small fry brokers were busy that nigh’*. 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 thay were deep In a council of war, laying shrewd plans to grease the wheels o? international politics so that they would operate against the tunnel. Rives found the elderly financier in a secluded corner of the smoking room, where a window commanded t view of tiic Jersey hills and the air ships winking and Hashing against the sky and* the occasional upward leaping shafts of light that guided them across the A’leghenlos on the line for New York. After Mr. VVtltersteiner had hos pitably seen to the wants of his guest ns to liquid and nicotine refreshment he nodded to a disordered profusion of telegrams scattered on the littio table among the bottles and cigarette boxes. "Your fr'end, Mr. Allan,” he ob served with a quaint smile, "has not let any grass grow under his feet." Rives feigned a puzzlement that was not all real. "In what way, Mi. Y lttersteiner '** The old man chuckled. "I havo 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”—ho 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- hea ded." "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. “1 never should have thought about it, but I am being kidnaped Into slave labor, and Al lan let me In as balm to ruffled eas>e.” Mr. Wittersteiner nodded approv ingly. "Thut is good* He Is a gifted man—Mr. Allan—a farseelng 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 wu»te places where th« 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. 1 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 la different But, as 1 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 ho was twelve years old and was the only man in the mine with brains enough to find a way out when most of it caved in. That brought him to some \ romi- nence in the news, and a wealthy old woman lr. Chicago undertook his ed ucation. He told me that watching the drums hauling cages up and d ■ ■ iMSM c," - 5 T HARE was a awful funny cuppel cairn to visit Ra & Ma last nite. Thare naim was Mister & Missus Blume; I think thare naim shud have been Gloom. Thay was both of them as sad as if the wurld was cumming to a end. 1 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 wild have to be entertained. I wud be glad to entertain them, Pa sed to Ma out in the kitchen, but thay look so sad that I doant know what to do for their plesur, inless 1 spank lit tel Bobbie & maik him cry I have newer did that yet, sed Pa, and I hate to start in now. Oh, I guess thay aint as bad as ill that Ma sed. Jest go out now N: entertain them till I cdm. So Pa & me went out Into the living room wile Ma was gltting sum la.e supper for the company. Weil, sed Pa to Mister Plume, I see that Matty won another gatm yester day. He is doing pritty well for a poor old cripple that is all in, isent he? sed Pa. I dq not pay much attention to the petty triumfs of a baseball player, sed Mister Blume. He may be a idol among the unthinking, but was Cae sar a baseball player? No. He was a grate general! Oh, I see, sed Pa, you want to talk about generals. Well, sir, I think that Napolyun 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 back from Moscow he cud look far enuff 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 thav cud. Oh, yes, he was a inhuman man, sei Mister Blume. He waded to his tri umfs thru a sea 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 hard for a mlnnit, but Pa dident turn red. I turned kind of red for him. but Mister Blume wasent looking at me. so he dident know 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 wa nave no reely grate men. Jest wen we begin to think one of them is grate, up cums a inquiry A somebody produce! a lot of canceled checks, &■ the grate man’s naim is mud. The grate men are all moldering in thare graves, sed Mister Blume. & the grate wlmmea, too. sed Missus Blume. Oh, dear me r what is this wurld cumming too? Oh, I think you mu9t 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 A the low, warever you go Are all easy marks for a jolly. Do You Know- & ‘ \ mmtel ■ ifT’ i 5jS£ Private Doughty, of the Royal Ma rine Light Infantry, completed a re markable piano-playing performance at the East Cowes Town Hall re cently. having played without a stop for 25 hours. Doughty finished re markably fresh, ms only food having been 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 153 loaded 50-ton capacity goods trucks at ten miles an hour. It has sixteen driving wheals. 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 tt) men, as their voices carry better across the stag.}, and are less audible in the audito rium. Up-to-Date Jokes 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? She’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 iny 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 pay that you consider him smarter than your self? Wedderly—I certainly do. Why, he had a chance to marry my wife—but he didn't. 4 *•: An Aeroplane View of “Tunnel City.” 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 tin* tunnel trains, with Baertnann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They are traveling ut the rate of 118 miles an hour. Hives is in love with Maude Allun, wife of Mackendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the groat tunnel scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean 1 Rives gets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. There ! is a frightful explosion. Men are Hung to death and Rives is badly wounded. < He staggers through the b inding smoke, realizing that about 3,000 men ' have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4. Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild m«>b of frantic men who want < to climb on a work train. s»oiqehody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out. The scene Is tberj ehang d to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest ! financiers of the* country are gathered there at a summons from C. 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 t*• back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives K oes to the Park 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. the shafts gave him his first taste for engineering. Then he went to work for the electrical people-and de veloped Allanite. I helped him to finance It and that gave him a mod erate fortune. Since that time he has worked continuously on his tunnel project.” “Truly a remarkable history,” ob served the old man. ” And that was his wife with Mira Lloyd?” • Y. 8,” “Apparently a very charming and intelligent woman.” Rives studied the end of his cigar ette. "Yes—a very charming wo man.” he agreed, slowly. I LAVING the teams to toil along the sandy by-roads 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 temopary 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 no one of these that grew* on a bit of rising ground, a sand-dune of twenty years before. Far to the I southeast he could see the tall chiin- | neys and the smoke of Toms River I and mark the shipping in the canal, j where once had been the desolato fiats of Barnegat Bay. And beyond that a faint strip of the blue At lantic. For a long time he sat dangling his I legs from a limb and gazed out across the country until presently dusty col umns of wagons closed in around him and scores of men began unlimber 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 j with tlie blows of the sU-.el, and from his evrle it seemed to Rives that some invisible giant was stalking through the woodland, sweeping a mighty scythe. The least w ooded portions w’ere first assailed, and as fast as the surveyors indicated the places temporary she is sprang up as if they had leaped from the ground. The smoke of a hundred fires went up into the clear summer air. And Rives was in the thick of it. directing gangs of axmen, hurrying the cooks and the carpenters, dashing off across the country toward Lake- wood to “Jack up” the mei. who wejre running the temporary telephone line that should have been completed by daybreak. By 11 o’clock the line was into the little combination office and bedroom which was to be his home for the next few weeks. But most particularly he gave at tention to the two steel rails that were thrusting themselves toward him from Toms River, a thousand feet to the hour. “Allan is swamping me here at tlie 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 be 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, cooking paraphernalia and provisions, bed ding. blankets, boxes and bales of all | sorts drew up to the camp and began j discharging in a feverish hurry. It was 9 o’clock before the camu j was fed, and Rives gave orders that every man was to get as much sleep as he could, as quickly as he couM and in the most convenient plac**. ! There was roofin^ for less than half ! of the laborers, but Allan's agents ha j picked this vanguard of the tunnel | army with a view to hardship, and j they curled up in blankets on the 1 pine needles and slept under the stars. At 4 o’clock the camp was roused j 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 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 all he can steal from the railroads, and the traffic manager is beginning to holler ‘Murder! watch!’ ” These were freight cars loaded to the roofs with building materials of the more perishable sort, and Rives swore at his carpenters as they toiled by lantern light to get roofs over it. The handling was faster than the roofing, for the top of each car was packed solid with workmen. Tlie next train brought a complete power plant, which was to be used 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 few short miles from Toms River gave Wilson a big advantage, and. in spite of his furious efforts, tlfe freight piled up beside the tracks. Rives got Allan on the telephone in ,New York. “What’s the matter?” he demanded, only half-humorously. “Well—what is the matter?” de manded Allan. "Where are the workmen?” "What workmen?” “Why. 1‘ve only got about four thousand here now. and they can’t handle the freight and put up the buildings fast enough, let alone do any real work. Get some men!" "All right,” laughed Allan; “I’ll shoot some along.” To Be Continued To-morrow. Prevents Excessive Perspiration D ELIGHTFUL for dainty women — Economical for women whose clothes have been faded and spoiled V/. — Permanent relief for all women who suffer from excessive perspiration. 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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