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NIL Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women Drink Buttermilk, and Don't Cry, Says Smiling Dorothy Brenner fhm Qtnnarn of Bernhard T«rti*n Hopyrlghtad. 101*. bw d Vwit*, Berlin. English tr&nststtoa ul lomplUtioe by ♦©■Wnghted. 1*1 A. by IaUn)ttioa*J Tfewi TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Something gripped Allan's heart like a steel band. "You do not mean to say that the public opinion of the world would tol erate the utter abandonment of the enterprise after all the money and ef fort that has* gone into it?” he cried. Uoyd nodded slowly. **What I mean to say is something very much to that effect,” he replied, gravely. "I do not know—T do not think that it will always be so; but that is undoubtedly the feeling to day.” “But I can't believe it!” Allan in sisted. “Yet, the explanation is simple and clear,” said Mr. Lloyd. "Until the tun nel is actually completed and in op eration it is a money-devouring lia bility and in no sense an asset. We have had stroke after stroke of bad luck. There is a sort of superstition in many minds that the tunnel will never be finished, no matter ■ *how much is put in or how much money is sunk.” "But I don’t see how we can he wire of this without at least making the effort! ” "There is some justice in that.” con ceded the financier, "but I can assuie you that you can take my word for what I say. Here is one of the best indications—there is no trading at all in Tunnel securities.” The expression of Allan’s face in dicated that he did not understand how this proved anything. "You see, Mr. Allan, there are a number of men who make a good liv ing on the Stock Exchange—fortunes often—by determining accurately what public opinion is on a given matter. Now, if there were any re mote possibility that the public would demand a resumption of the tunnel digging or that the public could be induced to finance it, these men wouid be quietly buying up securities, which have practically no market value to day. The Reason. "Men who have the securities now are for the most part investors, not speculators. They have not sold them to the speculators, simply because the speculators won’t buy at any price. To get rid of them they wound litb^ally have to give them away. So there is no trading in tunnel stock at all.” "But if we began operations on thf smaller scale that I suggested—if among the .big financiers we could raise the money necessary for a start, wouldn’t it turn the current of public opinion in our favor aga>n?” demand ed Allan. “On the contrary.” returned the other, "if the people’s money is i\v build the tunnel the people’s money must do it. To raise a sum—no matter how large—for limited work would be a transparent bluff, a con fession of weakness. We must eith r go ahead at full blast—or stand still.” "And it is not possible to go ahead at full blast?” "I am sorry to say that it is quite impossible." declared Lloyd. Allan was silent for a full minute trying to rally his line of attack, hopelessly shattered by this blow. “What dp you think of it vour»eif. Mr. Lloyd?” he asked at last. “D > you believe in the tunnel?” “Absolutely.” was the instant re ply. “1 more than believe in the tun nel. Mr. Allan—I believe in you. But the pubiic, unfortunate’y. does not. And we must wait—wait.” It was on the tip of Allan’s tongue to say something about faith with out works, but he wisely held him self in. He knew Lloyd and his as sociates could finance the whole of the work that remained to be done, if they were willing to risk their pri vate fortunes; but he could not sug gest this plan: the offer must come voluntarily from their side. s ***** The conference with TJoyd wa* held on a November evening. Two days later Allan went quietly to Europe, despair in his heart. His goings and comings were unnoted save for an occasional line or two In a metropolitan paper. New names and new enterprises were before the world'. MacKendree Allan was as dead as his tunnel. In the spring he returned to Tunnel City, but no one paid anv attention to the fact. This is a little less than the truth. One person noted the J act with much in terest. She was Ethel Lloyd. Her father ha. spoken to Allan of his daughter’s admiration for him. This strange, beautiful and powerful- minded young woman did not think of her feeling for Allan as admira tion. It was characteristic that she was honest with herself, though hon est with others, sometimes, only when it suited her convenience. She knew that she loved him. She also knew, with the sublime egoism of the truly great, that the man she loved could not have in him the elements of fail ure. She was certain that Allan would build the tunnel as she was of the tides and the sunrise. If he need ed her help, that was only a part of the plan. The big thing was that somehow, some way, he would win. T HERE was jnuch of the primi tive in Ethel Lloyd. She did not rise to the heights of ail- sacrificing love in her love for Allan. She loved him and she wanted him: she played accordingly. At the same time she knew that he did not love her. She felt that he cared more for her than any living woman, but sho knew it was not love. 1 No Reply. She waited p few weeks longer for him to call, but he gave no sign that he was even alive. Then she wrot* 1 him a cordial note, saying that sh knew he had returned, hoped that ne w r ould have called on them by this time and asked him to come to see them. There was no rep’v. She was at first shocked, then angry and th*n amused. Then she ordered her fa ther’s private detective agency to find out positively if Allan was in Tun nel City and what he was doing there. The report was that Allan was working every day in the tunnel. Ho lived in absolute seclusion and did not receive a single visitor of any sort or for any purpose. He eouid not be reached only through O’Mal ley, and as O’Malley had orders that he was not to be reached at all, this was not much nelp. A love of adven ture stirred in her. Allan had mad* up his mind not to see her. Very well —she would see him In spite of him- selfT Prom the detectives she learned the hour when Allan was always to be found in the administration build ing—that is to say. he was there, but not to be found. She motored down to Tunnel City and timed her visit carefully, so as to reach the admin istration building when Allan would certainly be in. Dressed in a magnificent motoring costume, she presented herself before the impassive O’Malley. SJhe had seen him at the time of Allan’s trial and knew r him by reputation, but he had never been presented. He, of course, knew her by sight, and when she. came into his office he rose and bowed with the greatest courtesy. "You are Mr. O’Malley?” she smiled sweetly upon him. “I am Ethel Lloyd. I feel that I know you—have known you for a long time.” And she held out her hand. O’Malley, who. though an Irishman, did not pride himself on his ease with women, mumbled some reply to the compliment and asked with some un easiness: "Is there anything I can do for you. Miss Lloyd?” "Indeed, you can!” she assured him, with a bubbling laugh. “T am very anxious to see Sir. Allan.” A Fib. O’Malley looked more uncomfort able than ever. "I am very' sorry. Miss Lloyd, but Mr. Allan is not here just now.’’ he said. The young woman expressed a sur prise that was not all feigned. “I think you must be mistaken. Mr. O’Malley. T had definite assurance that Mr. Allan would be here at this hour.” Tt was very cleverly worded. It im plied fiat she had an appointment with Allan, but did not say so in a« many words. For an instant she believed that O’Malley would fall into the trap, but he did not. “I’m very sorry.” he said again, “but there must be some mistake about it. Mr. Allan isn’t here.’’ He did not know that the visitor knew he was lying, but the expres sion of her great eyes was enough to add to his embarrassment without that knowledge. “But I am certain." she said slowly and with sudden coldness. "1 am cer tain that he must be here." ‘ I can not compel you to believe me. Miss Lloyd." he said, with some coldness on his side. “But I can not produce Mr. Allan when he is not here.” "Where is he?” she demanded sud denly. To Be Continued To-morrow. ••Buttermilk is my very pet panacea for what ever ails me— and Huttermilk never fails me! I never let my self get very fat— but when I find myself plus about eight or ten un desirable pounds I proceed to go on the buttermilk treatment. Two quarts a day suf fice to feed me and supply me with drinkables, and never a drop or a crumb of any other re freshment do I permit myself. „ 7v«. ' ; r /1 ; , ; For two weeks 1 live on my allowance of two quarts of but termilk per day. I have no stated time for drinkina It—just when ever I am thirsty I indulge in a glass—also when ever I am hun gry. After the first day or two it is not hard to deny yourself food, and at the end of two weeks I am eight pounds thinner and much clearer as to com plexion than when I started on the •cure.’ ” At the Mercy of the Air By CONSTANCE BURLEIGH. t< r p CHINESE DREAMS T0 - DAYS COMPLETE SHORT STORY “L ITAIPE, the poet, has fallen a victim to the moon!” When the mandarin had pronounced these strange words, he rested his chin in his hand, x A victim of the moon? In India, I have heard, moonstrokes are con sidered worse than sunstrokes, and that when you walk in the garden in the evening you always carry a moor.shade. Was this what the man darin meant? I was waiting to hear. But my august friend, the man darin, began to sway back and forth rhythmically while he sang these verses: "The moon ascends to the heart of the nocturnal sky and rests there filled with love. “Across the shining sea glides the soft evening breeze and kisses the delighted waves. "Oh. what beautiful harmonies arise from the meeting of elements created to unite! "But the things created to unite so very seldom do unite.” How? Has not the music of poetry been forgotten in China? Has not the lyre of the Chinese Orpheus been broken? Alas! it is only too true. Even in China nobody dreams anv more. The bacchantes of progress rush by and disturb the careless dreamer who looks behind him in the moonlight. "There is a way of reaching even the moon.” he murmured. •"Who ever reached there?” The Legend. A wizard, or rather a saint, had Ibng been dwelling at court. One beautiful summer night, when th© full moon was bathing the landscape In its silvery light, the Emperor, who was walking with the saintly man, admired the bewitching light which fell on the leaves glittering with the diamonds of the dew and on the rush ing river and th© foaming cascades. Then he looked up at the twinkling stars and sighed because they were so far away, so beautiful and still so unattainable. His companion, who guessed his thoughts, said to him. "Do you want to rise with me to the moon?” The Emperor looked at him for a moment in surprise and then said: "I Smoothest, X10 & Softest V 3 T alcum Powder \ box Made^’«;v,^ I, ^ j J**if *»*** * ■ * >0 Borated. Delightfully Perfumed. White or Flesh Tint. Guaranteed pure by TALCUM PUFF CO., Pfrrf Waimli'fBrpn B’vk Terminal Bldg.. Brooklyn, N. V. understand What you want to say. Your intellect, which is superior to my common mind, is able to fly ahead of me on the paths of thought, but to lengthen the fetters is not the same as to set the prisoner free, and tve shall not get very far." "Oh, Lord, you do not understand me at all,” the wizard exclaimed; I mean that we are to fly up to the moon fully conscious of everything that we meet and see.” “1 will not permit even a saint to mock me,” said the Son of Heaven. But the saint slowly opened his fan, threw it up into the air and sate “Look that way.” ... The fan remained suspended in tne air and the creases of the paper formed a stairway which reached all the way up to the moon. The Em peror titrew up his hands in amaze ment. The Ascent. “Have you the courage to accom pany me now? A ruler must be de void of fear, and. besides, the stairs are brosM and comfortable.” The saint already 1*1 climbed over the railings of the pi iilion: he held out his hand to the Son of Heaven, | who followed him. and almost with- i out anv effort they began to ascend, j Soon thev had passed the palace j walls, the three glittering streams. | the eight branches of the river which surrounded the waits of the city. Shortly afterward the city disap peared in the distance. More and more indistinct mountains, plains and cities passed by the wanderers, who kept on ascending, bathed in light. "What part of the country- is under neath us now?” asked the Emperor, looking dow-n. "We are passing the frontier of Tientschi.” said the saint; "the moun tains of the we't are disappearing, and now we are above another prov ince.” ”1 know very well that I am dream ing,” said the’ Emperor, "and still it seems to me that I am awake. What I see is only a dream picture, but to morrow you will try to persuade me it was real and that I did not dream at all. But how will you prove it to me?” “Hare you anything with you. O Lord, the like of which nobody else possesses?” "In my belt I have two gold coins: they were coined at the mint this morning, and there are no others like them in the world." The Coins. "Now I know exactly above which part of your empire we are. We will throw the two gold coins down the stairs, and we will surely find them again.” The next morning when the Em peror awoke in his palace "What! Does the story end thus? What about his arrival in the moon and the wonderful things he saw”" “Alas, I did not accompany them on the voyage." said the mandaiin. • All 1 ran tell is that the gold opine were found more than 100 Chinese mile* from the city, but I am told tiiat in the moon ail the dreams of the poets have been realized and that their beauty surpasses all understand ing.” ■ But can not you tell at least how Litaipe was destroyed by the moon?” “Oh. everybody knows that. One evening t' • poet ate his evening meal on the r • :\ The air was unusually clear anu the water so transparent that you could not see it at all. Far down in its depths the moon was glistening just as the sky, and there were as many stars below as above. Litaipe leaned over the edge of the boat and stared longingly down into the depth. ’In the unknown,’ he said, there is neither height nor depth. The moon is calling me. and tells me that when 1 reach it, it does not mat ter whether I go up or down.’ At this moment a wonderful harmony filled the air, a breeze floated across the river and two young gods earn ing silken banners stood before the poet. They had been sent from the ruler of the Heaven to conduct him to his place in the heavenly regions. A dolphin came swimming up to the boat, and Litaipe mounted its back and, preceded by the diving youths, he slowly vanished in the deep.” "Perhaps your great poet was sim ply intoxicated and fell into the river.” The august mandarin shook his head as if he did not hear, and a fur row of sorrow came upon his fore head. The airy foam of the cham pagne had vanished, and with it the images of a beautiful past. A cloud passed across the moon. Will it open? Will the fan of the wizard once more form a broad stair way to the luminous disc? The moon which science now brings within a few meters distance is no longer the moon of the poets, the dreams of imagination fly before the dissecting knife of the scientist. And with Li taipe we must in the depths of the river look for all the beautiful images which found their tomb there with the youth of the world. Bv LILIAN LAUFERTY. x -r TilEN Dorothy Brenner smiles V Y and golden hair glints to an ac companiment of dimples and white j-eeth and bubbling joy you do not analyze Beamy—you just enjoy it. Bui. merry-hearted Dorothy Brenner can an alyze and tabulate for you just how to be cheerful and keep cheerful, and to . keep watchful eye on skin and figure- | on digestion and disposition alike. Miss Brenner and Harry Carroll are playing "The Little Song Shop" on the Klein circuit under the management of Max Hart, and of course we all like to know just how our favorite enter tainers keep their figures and maintain a high average of complexion and of cheerfulness, come rain or come sun shine. "Buttermilk.” says Miss Bren ner. "and cry w’hen you feel like it.” Worth investigating anil i>articular izing a bit w r hen you come to lactic fer ment and lachrymal glands cheerful proximity! said Miss Brenner: Her Very Pet. •Buttermilk is my very pet pana cea fer whatever ails me—and butter milk never fails me! I never let myself get very fat—but when 1 find myself plus about eight or ten undesirable pounds I proceed to go on a buttermilk treatment. Two quarts a day suffice I to feed me and supply me with drinka bles* and never a drop or a crumb of any- other refreshment do 1 permit my self. For two weeks I live on my allowance of two quarts of buttermilk per day. I have no stated time fo- drlnkink it —just whenever I am thirsty I indulge in a glass—also whenever I am hungry. After the first day or two it is not hard to deny .yourself food, and at the end of two weeks I am 8 pounds thinner and much clearer as to complexion than when I started on the ‘cure.’ When I go off the buttermilk diet. 1 do not plunge into heavy eat- \ /. j */ ! in such To particularize— Miss Dorothy Brenner. zles and curdle.- and ravels at the ends —if any one article in the world nHi do all three things! Anyway, even a perfectly good disposition will go back on the owner now and then! And a girl generally feels called upon to keep her self above par; to smile however she feels—to smii£ so earnestly that ‘her noble expression aches;’ to smile until she wonders if she can ever untangle her real feelings from the expression- garment she has put on her poor, tired face. "Does that help her disposition and character? IT DOES NOT. It curdles all the milk-and-honey sweetness in her I nature. I say—express your feelings; if you are blue and don’t know why. or . discouraged and do know why, go off by yourself where you can’t annoy the neighbors or worry your mother over I what ails y ou. and just cry it out. Cry I it out once for all. and then forget it. 1 Cry it out and have /1 over with. Don’t be fcorry for yourself—notice what a fine old world it is how it lets you go off and have a little April shower ocular demonstration, and then how glad every thing looks w’hen you look at It through a smile. Allow yourself two or three good cries a year if you need them— and never exceed j*our allowance, or for get that the sun has to shine a little harder always after a shower. So aft^r you have had your cry out all by- your self. remember that you owe yourself and the world a lot of smiles to make up for those weak weeps!" There is a lot of philosophy iri that if y’ou will think it over, and just ex actly follow directions—but following directions means that you weep in pri vate and turn to the world ami Its peo ple a smiling face. Can you do it? HERE you are. Sis. that is Ronald Clavering, the tall chap with the bronzed face talking to aunt.” Cecelia Travers looked across the room, and at that moment the deep gray eyes belonging to the bronzed face met hers. Cecil, as she was familiarly called, blushed and turned away, and her usually well-regulated heart beat violently. "Isn’t he a fine looking chap?" pur sued Jack Travers. "And he is just as splendid as he looks, the bravest and most daring aviator in England. And he won the ” “1 know everything he has done." in terrupted his sister eagerly. "He is just grand, and I’ve always longed to see him." This was Cecil’s twenty-first birth day. and Mrs. Denton. Cecil’s aunt, was giving a dinner party in her honor. She now came over to them. "Jack, will you take Miss Marsh in to dinner? Cecil, dear. 1 have paired you off with Mr. Clavering. I know' you are crazy about aviation, though 1 dqp’t suppose 3'oU will get him to say much about his own exploits. He is so terribly modest!” Cecil looked up rather resentfully at her companion. She told herself she hated him, and felt angry that his voice and a glance from his eyes had power to set her heart heating furiously and make her blush like a flapper. And Ronald Clavering, the woman hater, found himself watching her sw r eet face with more than ordinary interest. Find ing how enthusiastic she was about the navigation of the air. he patiently an swered her many questions, and ex plained all he could to her.. A few days later Cecil sat sketching, and, as she w'orked. one face would come between her and her drawing board—a bronzed face, with deep, gray eyes. An angry little frown puckered her fore head.. "I hate him—I do!" she said to her self. “What Is It, Jack?" At last she pushed her work impa tiently away, and sat staring dreamily before her. A sudden exclamation from Jack, who was reading the paper, made her look up.. "What is it. Jack!" "You remember Mr. Clavering who took you in to dinner on your birth day?" Cecil’s cheeks burned at the mention of the man who had been filling her thoughts. "Yes, I remember him. Well, what about him?” "Oh, it only says here that he is going to take passengers for flights at $50 each from Peaham aerodrome this aft ernoon, and each day this w'eek. the money to go to a fund for the widows and children of the heroes of that ter rible mine disaster." Cecil glanced up. her heart beating rapkPy. "Then I’m going up with him." she said firmly’. A Talk to the Engaged Girl By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. W HAT shall a girl say when receives an engagement r I,..* , hen rin ( Well, now. what do you think of a question like that? Who gave you the ring, little sis ter. and what did you think when he gave it to you? Do you love him. were you 90 happy you could scarcely breathe? Well. then, why didn’t you say so. and be done with it? 1 you say, how shall you proper, is that right? What act; is lii The heart is the best judge w hen it comes to things like this. What have you done to your heart mg and overtax my digestion, but then J—frozen it up solic reading a lot vf I don’t believe in very hearty eating. 1 rtuff about \ hat is “the proper thing" anyway'. For breakfast, fruit, coffee and ; what >r-*n i done, and who oug it • *""<*• • <?«.* * •>»<“ : thuus^liil and a sandwich, and dinner, a simple, wor |,j be hungins in the balance? repast of the supepr variety. That is aj Etiquette—what etiquette is there good all-the-while custom for the eat- j about* being engaged? A shark's egg is one of the oddest- looking things imaginable. It is un provided with shell, but the contents are protected by a thick, leathery coveting, almost as elastic as india rubber. The average size is two inces by two and th»**»e-quarter inches, and it is almost jet black. The average height of the heavy- rain cloud is 1.680 yards; of the deli cate, fleecy cloud, 9,760 yards. Only 73 in 1,000 letters delivered in the United Kingdom come from abroad. Clippings from masculine heads of hair are used for making strainers through which ay mp3 ate clarified. Wine is sometimes potatoes. made from ing department About Crying. ‘ My next use of buttermilk is exter nal application I use it on my face and throat. Pfrst, I wash very thoroughly with hot water and pure castile soap. Next comes a careful drying process and then I take a bit of cotton or soft cloth and put buttermilk over my face and throat: ae soon as one aplication has dried 1 go over the surface again. Ten or fifteen minutes are allowed to pass and then I give my face a liberal wash- What do you think you’ll do when >'Ou come to die—ask some one to read an etiquette book to tell you how to .shut your eyes and bid fare well to this vain world? When titty put your first baby in your arms, how in the world will you know how to act unless some Mrs. Grundy is there to tell you? What! Shocking! Ob. yes, of course, babies are dreadfully shock ing, aren’t they, and mo is life and so is death and so is love and so a re lots and lots of things, but they are real just the same. And so, why don't you meet them like a real worn- man and not like some little, painted, Ing and splashing in cold water. At •Jointed doll that has to wait till you „ , . f , ,, pinch her even to sav Mama or the end of that time I feel as well as , !? papa .. „ er „ queakv | itU e artificial 1 look and look as well as I feel—and > vo j ce both effects are very satisfactory. But j What must you sav when he gives termilk is cheap, easy to get at any neighboring milk depot, and as It Is a foe to fat and to digestive troubles and a friend to skin and complexion, work ing from the inside and the outside for the inutuaJ benefit of both—I feel safe in saying: ‘No family should be with out it.’ "And now about crydng: 1 flon’t care how wonderful a disposition a girl is heir to, there a4e times when it fraz- you the ring, dear heart, what must you say when he’s sick and wants you to hold his hand and make him something good to eat and pull down the shade and make <he room comfy Funeral Designs and Flowers FOR ALL OCCASIONS. Atlanta Floral (‘ovinauy 455 EAST FAIR STREET." and read him something to send him to sleep? What must you say when you am he stay up ali night watching for tm dawn to tell you whether Mhe’s going to live or not?—the little girl you boih love dearlv. What must y ou do when somebody tries to la'kt him away from you am your heart is breaking and you don’ really know whether he cares or not! What are you. little sister, any how: a girl —a real live girl—or jus ;i make-believe, cut out of-some fa 1 : ion paper with nits of feet tha couldn't walk an honest step to •av anybody’s life and tiny hands tha couldn’t put a biscuit into shape i the fate of a nation depended on it' What musl you say?—why, sra what you think, say what you feel say what you mean—and stop think ing about it. that’s all. Consolation. "Doctor,” said tihe lady patient, suffer a great deal with my eyes." “Everybody does, madam.’ replie the fussy old M.D., "but you woul probably suffer a great deal mor without ’em." Palmer’s Skin Whitener Bleaches Dark Skin Removes Freckles Tans. Sallowness and Skin Eruptions. Postpaid^ £ Anywhere All Jacobs* Stores And Druggists Generally. * The afternoon proved dull and rather • rough, and not many’ people seemed I anxious for aerial honors, though very I large crowds had assembled when Jack and Cecil appeared. On account of the contrariness of the wind it was late before they marie start. Cecil's heart throbbed with wild excitement as she took her place In the machine with seeming calmness. There was a deafening noise from the engine, and then the monoplane rose with 1 he gra**e ond swiftness of a bird. At first Cecil felt as though she must scream for It seemed a Q if the breath was being forced out of her body and she must surely die. But that feeling soon passed off. and a sense of glorious exhilaration took its place as they rose higher and higher, till the cheering waving crowds became mere specks below them. Soon they had risen sufficiently high, the wind dropped and they went out over the water. "All right?” shouted Clavering. And Cecil called back: "Yes. it’s fine." On they went, skimming through the air. high above the tossing waters: then suddenly,they seemed to get caught tn a wind eddy, and the plane swung right around. "Keep calm—hold tight!” roared Clavering, and Cecil saw that the bronzed face was set and anxious. For some time they fougnt a grim battle with the blustering wind; then •ame a short, sharp exclamation from Ronald, ar jarring of the machinery, and the aeroplane rocked violently. Something was evidently very wrong, but a calm, cool courage took pos- ession of Cecil. Now was the time to how that women have grit as tvell as •nen! "The steering gear's gone wrong!" houted Clavering. wondering how mch he should tell his passenger. “1 thought something was up." re lied Cecil calmly. “Is it serious?" >rifting. The aviator looked at her admiringly. A sudden dow-n ward swerve stopped my further conversation, and for a on g time Clavering was busily en raged doing his best to control the eroplane. which tossed about at the iercy of the wind. Cecil was getting cold and cramped. She knew they must have been in the air a long tim% for darkness was threatening to set in} yet. strangely enough, she felt no fear % though she was sure they were drifting to death, but she did not care wha* happened so long as that stern, bravg figure was with rier. Ah, how little she had thought her ad* venture would turn out like this! Shg had intended to get home quickly, un observed, directly she found herself bacl* in the aerodrome grounds; and now v “We are nearing the land!" Claver ing’s voice broke in on her reverie* "There is a chance after all ” The rest of his sentence was carried away by a violent gust of wind which tossed them about; then Cecil saw the long, low line of the shore. The plan* made a swift, vicious swoop. They wer# falling! t "Look out!" she heard Ronald’s ehort* sharp words. Then came a terrific crash. She struggled hard not to lose consciousness as she saw Clavering standing over her and heard his voice: “Saved by a miracle! I came down as gently as I could. Are you hart?* he asked anxiously, as she did nog speak, and he helped her gently to her feet. “You're a brick. Miss Travers! you had not kept up your courage 90 splendidly I might have lost my own nerve." Cecil blushed deeply, as she recovered consciousness, to find herself in Claver- lug's arms. "Ah, that's better! What a fright yon have given me!" he exclaimed. Shn tried to sit up. but he still held her. * "Take it easy—ymi’d best keep qul«l| a bit. The shock has been too mucfci for you. And I will get ^'ou home <H<* rectly you are able." His clasp of her tightened, and ther* was no mistaking the emotion in hi* voice. Cecil looked up into the gray* eyes, no longer stern, but with an ex pression of wonderful tenderness in theig depths, and suddenly, she scarcely knew why, she burst into a passion of tear* And Clavering felt that he loved her fog her w-eakness, even as he had admired her for her courage. "Dear little gill, what is the matter?^ he whispered gently-. "T—I had no right to do it,** sobbed. "What must you think of me? 1 * | But it was nearly a fortnight lateg when he told her what he reallj* thought. And now the famous aviator’* i charming wife accompanies him on most j of his w’onderful flights, but he often teases her about the first one. MRS. RIVERS DISCLOSES SECRET Matter Didn’t Prove Hr periment After All, and She Now Makes It Public. Mineral Springs. Ark.—In a lette# from this place Mrs. J. M. Rivem says: if it had not been for CarduJ, the woman’s tonic, no doubt, I wouM| | have been in my grave. I was sick all of the time for 10 I years, and took medicines constantly* I suffered terribly. At last, 1 decided} I 1 would just try Cardui on my owg hook and kept it a secret. It w-a* certainly a God-eend to me. Sinew I taking it. 1 have no pain whatever feeling good, and can wrestle with mj^ 16-year-old son. In fact, I don’t feel •ver it; myself. Am as happy- as % : 1 r! When T begun taking Cardui X | )r I> weighed 101 lbs. Now I weiglt 117 1-2 lbs and am going to continue | taking Cardui’until I w-eigh 135. I just an t say enough for Cardui, | and I belive if all women who suf- frr from womanly- troubles would I take it. there would be more happyf | homes.” I sing Cardui is no experiment I has stood the most severe of all testa the test of time. Cardui has been in use for over half a century, and in this time has benefited more than a million women. 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