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4 ■a 2 An Opportunity ToMake Money UvtAtort, oaea of 1dcms sad ability, *koui<4 dm/ far our lid •( MmCoai ur«(id prii*« ofmroJ Wy le* uunuf a. ttiirri Patents »«c u, *d at out ftre rtturmmd. **WSr IW - ! sil. "lie** to CVt Your Pslenf slid YM( b'foeey, ° vslasbl* bookie* free to «*v sddrMS. fiANDOLPH&CO Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. ttT-XEAR wi 1 ytray for viU you lift out trlst me?" “Where do you want it?” With his cigar in his mouth, Warren lifted the tray from Helen's trunk and stood looking around for a place lo put it. “Here, on the bed. No—wait, 1 wtnt to fold some things there. Just put it here,” shoving forward a chair. But the chair seat was not quite wide enough, and the next moment the tray toppled over, its carefully packed contents scattered over the floor. “The devil!" muttered Warren, scowling at the up-turned tray. “Oh, and I had it all packed!" be wailed Helen, almost in tears. “Well, why’d you tell me to put it there?” resuming his study of the steimer plan, while Helen turned over the tray and began to repack it on the floor. This outside room on Deck R looks pretty good,” he frowned, “but there’s tint promenade deck right outside, aid we don’t want any infernal band vaking us up every morning, as we lad coming over. What d’you say? "ake a chance on that room”" “Why, dear, whatever you think. brush his coat, take his hat and stick and start out. It was a wonderful night. A soft breeze blew aside the curtains, bringing in the strains of a distant hand organ, and the mingled street sounds of the summer night. Helen started up. It was their last night—oh, why hadn’t she gone with him? She could finish packing when they came back. What difference did it make if she didn’t get to bed at all! Breathlessly she ran to the door, but the hall was empty. Warren had gone down. Then she saw on the dresser the letters lie had left there when he brushed his coat. Would he come back for them?” Hurriedly she dressed for the street—to be ready in case be should come. Then she gathered up the let ters and started down to rcytil them. He might still be lingering about the office. Mails Letters. The lobby was full of people but Warren was not there. She dropped the letters in the box'and walked to one of the long, low French windows that opened out on the street. This was their last night in Paris. Never had the lights and gayety of the streets seemed so alluring. * She pictured Warren at one of the nurmvired. Helen absent-mindedly, I little outdoor tables before the Cafe ntent on repacking the tray. ! de la Paix, sipping 8 cognac and “Well, look this over when you get ! watching the gay throng through there." And Warren threw down the plan, thrust his cigar be tween his teeth, took off his coat and drew a bunch of keys from his pocket. When Warren packed, he went at it with a grim determination to get through, and it took him only about one-fifth the time it took Helen. Now he pulled out his trunk from the wall, unlocked it, strode over to the wardrobe and came back with an armful of suits. ■ Oh, do be careful." warned Helen, who was sitting on the floor, with the contents of the tray spread around her. But even as she spoke a box lid crunched under Warren’s foot. "Then don’t plant yourself right in the middle of the floor! Shove that stuff up against the wall or go into the front room—this bedroom isn’t big enough for us both to pack In.” H£len dreaded packing.’ It was al ways a trying time, for Warren hated the- confusion and was always irri table. Warren Finishes, How about these soiled clothes?” hi demanded, taking down the laun- dfy bag from the wardrobe door. ‘Want me to put these in my trunk?* “Oh. ye?, if you will. Dear I’m foing to be SO crowded—if you could inly spare me a little room”" “Well, T can’t. I told vou to buy fu extra trunk If you didn’t get it — / hat's your own lookout.’’ "But we’ve got more trunks at •heme than we’ve place to put them," (protested Helen. "I hated to buy an. / other." Then suddenly, "Isn’t that someone knocking'.* Won’t you see?' Warren strode into the front room and returned with a large basket of clothes. < “Oh. Td forgotten about the laun dry," exclaimed Helen in dismay. “How WILL 1 get all those things With a shrug Warren went on with his packing, and in a marvelously short time he was through. “Now. you can have the field to yourself.” as he locked his trunk and went into the nerxt room. "I’m go ing to write some letters." .... _ . For the next hour Helen anguished J He IS Angry, over her packing. Even her dainti est things had to be crushed into the smallest possible space. "Getting through?" Warren ap peared at the door with the stamped letters in his hand. “This is our last night in Paris. How about going over to the Cafe de la Paix?’’ “Oh. dear. I can't—I’m not nearly through." glancing around the room still littered with things yet to he packed. "And with that hard Channel trip to-morrow—won’t we be too tired if we go out to-night?" “We’ll have the whole week on the steamer to rest up in.” “Yes. I know, but I don’t believe I CAN go out to-night." “All right, suit yourself—but I'm going.” Her heart sank as she watched him that streamed by that popular corner. Then like an inspiration came a sud den thought that sent the color to her cheeks. Why could she not go now? If she took a cab—she would be perfectly safe. Whenever Helen yielded to an im pulse. she yielded quickly, knowing that if she stopped to think it over, she would probably not yield at all. And now she rushed up to the desk with an eager request for a cab. Three minutes later she was being whirled toward the Cafe de la Paix. What if Warren should not be there? But she need not get out of the cab unless she saw him. Her heart was beating fast. To be driving alone at night through the streets of Paris —the very daringness of it thrilled her with a sense of adventure. When the cab drew up. Helen gazed out in dismay. She had not realized how many tables there were in front of this famous cafe. How could she find Warren in all that crowd ? The driver opened the door expect antly. but Helen would not leave the sheltering refuge of the cab until she had located Warren. At length she saw him at a small table far back of the green hedgle. With eager excitement sr.e sprang out. paid the cabman and started through the maze of crowded tables. Warren was just as she had pictured him. his hat pushed back, leisurely smoking a cigarette with a small cor dial glass before him. He did not see her until, with an excited laugh, she slipped into the chair beside him. He did not seem surprised. War ren was never startled. Now he mere ly flicked the ashes from his cagerette and asked, with cold displeasure: “What sort of a caper do you call this?" "Oh. dear, 1 couldn't stay there alone. I should've come with you. It's our last night in Paris—and I couldn’t si>end it packing." "How'd you gpt here .’" "I took a cab—it was perfectly safe." “Suppose I hadn't been here?” SAVED FROM OPERATIONS Two Women Tell How They Escaped the Surgeon’s Knife by Taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound. Swarthmore. Penna. —"For fifteen years 1 suffered untold agon^ and for one period nearly two years I had hemor rhages and the doctors told me I would have to un dergo an opera tion. but I began taking Lydia ft. I'inkham’s Vege table Compound and am 1n good health now. I am all over the Change of Life and can not praise your Vegetable Compound too highly. Every woman should take It at that time. I recommend it to both old anl young for female trouble#’’—Mr#. EMILY SUMMBRSOILL. Swarth more, Pa. Baltimore Md —‘ My troubles be gan with the loas of a ehliu, and I had hemorrhages for four months The doctors said an operation was neeea- aary, but I dreaded it and decided to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. The medicine has made me a well woman and 1 feel strung and do my own work.”—Mrs .1. R. PICKING. 1260 Sargent St., Balti more. Md Since we guarantee that all testi- moniftl# which we publish are genu ine. Is it not fair tn #uppose *hai f Lvdia E. Pinkham’e Vegetable Com pound has tne virtue to hein these ■women it will help an'- othe- v oman who is sufl&riag -n a like manner? My Own Beauty Secrets" by ANNA HELD The Magic Thai Makes Scrawny Necks Appear Attractive AN. "I’d have gone back the cab until I saw you." “Well, you might expec t such es-. capades from a young girl—but you’re old enough to have more sense." “Please don't be cross, dear.’’ slip ping her hand into his under the ta ble. “I pictured you sitting hei ; and 1 couldn’t help coming." "What do you want to drink?" un graciously. as the waiter suggestively wiped off the little marble-topped ta ble. “I’d rather have an ice. Do they serve ices out here?" When, a little later, the waiter brought a tall, slender glass of mer- inque glace, Helen dipped into it with a sigh of content. For almost an hour they sat there, watching the changing crowds at the tables and the never-ceasing stream of people passing by. "Dear, wouldn't you think they’d have these street cafes in New York?" “Sidewalk space too narrow and taxes too high." answered Warren, who by this time was in a better hu mor. “This sort of place isn’t so profitable. See that fellow over then with the Panama hat? He’s been sit ting there all evening and he’s or dered only that glass of beer. The management’s losing money on that table, all right." # The theaters were out now, and cab after cab rolled up, from which step ped women in conspicuous toilets Many of them were actresses, and some of them looked as though the> had come direct from the stage. Their escorts were dapper Frenchmen with opera hats and light gray spats. One tall blonde In a trailing white gown was followed by a huge white bulldog with a jeweled collar. From the next cab swept a pale, slender woman with gleaming dark eyes—a famous French actress. "Dear, this IS a wonderful place, isn’t it? You do see tilings here. No —no. let’s not go vet," as Warren pushed back his glass Mod glanced at his watch. "They’re just beginning to come in from the theater. We may never be in Paris again—oh. I’d love to stay a little longer.” "Well, you’re a marvel of consist ency." shfrugged Warren. “You didn’t have time to come at all—now you want to stay all night. But all right. T’ve no packing to do—I’m game." as he lit .i fresh cigarette ami shoved his empty glass toward the waiter. Home, Sweet Home. It was* midnight. The burglar had entered the house as quietly a# pos sible. but his shoes were not padded and they made a little poise. He had just reached the door of the bedroom when he heard sonic one moving in the bed as if about to get up, and lie paused. The sound of a woman's voice floated to his earn “If you don’t take your boots oft when *you come into this house, it said, “there’s going to be trouble, and a whole lot of It. Here it’s bee n raining for three hours, and you dare to tramp over my carpets with your muddy boots on. G<> downstairs and take them off this minute." He went downstairs without i word: but he didn’t take off his boots Instead he went straight out into the night again. and the “pal" who was waiting for him saw a tear glisten in his eye “I can t roi> that house," lie said, “it reminds me of home." By ANNA HELD (Heading ‘Anna HeUTs All-Star Variety .Inoilce," Under Management of John Oort.) (Copyright, 191$, International News Service) H AVE you beautiful white shoulders? Is your neck white and swan-like? Do you dare turn your back to people with the pleasant certainty that they must praise, not criticise? Of course y ou want the slender, graceful, youthful figure that is so fashionable to-day—but if you have dieted and exercised and taken medicated baths to acquire it have you produced a youthful contour and at the same time brought on a scrawny neck, protruding shoulder blades and a back in which every rib seems fighting for a place in the world? I have a message of cheer for you if you have. Smooth, white, plump shoulders I V of rose water and add it to the mixture. This will keep your skin free from roughness all during the winter weather, and in summer it will prove a foe to sunburn. Now wash your neck and shoul ders. Of course, you say? Yes, but I mean wash in a way that you have probably not thought neces sary. First, prepare for the cleansing process by taking a few simple arm and shoulder and throat exer- cj s so ;,s to get the blood in cir culation and thi' skin glowing. Then rub the neck, arms, shoul ders and back with the cold cream and remove every bit of it with one of the soft cloths. Gray and grimy the cloth will be. That means that, the pores have yielded some of the dust they have been attempting to secrete. Now wash thoroughly with a tine white lather of your soap (unperfumed soap unless you can afford the finest and most expen sive of the perfumed kinds), and use your brush of rubber or soft, silky bristles to scrub away any lingering soil. Next make a paste of the cool- line at your throat, will not this dainty strap be a blessing? My long string of pearls gives ihe “V" line that is so kind to the plump face and the short neck. A bit of ribbon and a pretty little locket will produce the same long line from neck to throat. In the same way the long "V" at the back of my dress gives a chance to show the long line from (he nape of fhe neck to the back. The fluffy feather finish across my shoulders is very softening and becoming. Out of such a filmy mass a long white throat and curved shoulders rise most effectively. If feathers are beyond your pocketbook, tulle will again prove the friend in need. A little study of line, a little patience in doing away with hol lows or surplus fat and care to whiten the skin are the first steps toward acquiring the beauty of perfect arms and shoulders. Then artistic clothes and a good arrangement of ornament and— Mademoiselle Pupil, or Madame Student—I think you will be the belle of your next ball! One Woman’s Story . By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER ‘ Study Your Lines. " and throat and a chest and back to match are waiting for you and for every woman who is not loo lazy to help herself to them. Two Principles. There are two great principles at stake in the beauty search. The first is. cure all the defects you possibly can. The second is. cover over in some artistic way all the defects you can not conceal. For instance, if you can bleach the skin of your throat white, clear milk white, and it still insists on being a bit too thin for actual beauty, cultivate the habit of ar ranging some soft folds of tulle at your throat. The. shadowing effect of the tulle will throw hollows and bones into the background and bring out your beauty of skin. On the other hand, if your skin is yellow and the flesh of your throat is firm and plumply out lined a hit of black velvet will make you look comparatively fair, while your beauty of outline is un concealed. However. I think it a very easy matter to cure all defects—both of color and line. I hope that by the time you are through reading you will agree with me. In the first place lay in a supply It Is Easy to Cure Defects. ” CHAPTER XXXV. M ARY anawored Gordon rralfffl let ter. writing a short and formal reply, thanking him for his syra- pathy and Maying that ah© hoped hi# little daughter would he a greaf com fort to him. Hhe did not su&gest that she might ever see him again. Indeed, she never allowed herself to think of this possibility. The man was dead to her. Nor did her sentiments change when, six months later, she received a San Antonio newspaper, containing a marked notice that Gordon Craig would Bonn move to New York to open there a branch office in connection with his business in Texas. She was Interested, to be sure, but still she told herself again that his coming East meant noth- Irg to her. She wondered for a minute where his baby poor motherless mite— was. As Craig did not tell her that his own mother was caring for his little daughter, Mary’s heart ached at the thought of the child’s loss of the mother- love that had been her own portion and which her own child received in gener ous measure. Her little boy continued delicate, and Mary was always anxious about him Once she asked her physician why the boy was not strong and well. "1 give him the beat care of which I am capable, she said, "and Just the food that you say he should have, yet he does not gain flesh and color. What is the trouble with him?’’ The doctor looked grave "To be frank. Mrs. Fletcher, "he answered, "you were overworked for months before the child came. and. of couiae, your ner vous condition told upon him. But we | will hope to overcome this congenital weakness and make a strong man of him yet." Even an he spoke the physician did not. feel confident of the hope he held out to the anxious mother. Yet doctors must say such things If they would keep their patients brave When the child was eighteen months old. Bert told Mary that he "had to go a way on a three weeks' trip to the West . " "Business demands it." h« said The wife was ashamed of the wave of re lief that swept over her as t-he appre ciated what It would mean to be un afraid of his condition for the length of time he mentioned She. reproached herself, for she knew that if he drank when in New York, he would certainly do go out In a far off city where there was no danger of his delinquencies be ing suspected by hia wife or mother. Then another thought seized her "You will leave me with enough money to live on while you are absent, won't you, Bert ?" she asked "You know out rent Is overdue, and T have no ready money in the house ." *T11 manage to pay the rent before I leave." returned hei- husband gruffly, "but I can't let you have any other cash. I need it for traveling expenses” “But Bert." she reminded him, “baby and 1 must live And you know I have not a cent of my own “You might have had some." he said brutally, "If you had not spent the little your mother left in burying her. To be sure it was only a couple of hun dred. but you could have made cheaper funeral antfogements than you did ” This speech proved to Mary Flet cher. more than anything else had ever done, to what depths of coarseness her husband had been sinking of lale fthe remembered his seeming grief ai her mother’s death, and wondered how he could apeak as he now did of the wo man he had respected Yet she did utter any protest, but. returned, after a moment, to the matter In hand. F^e she and the baby muat five. “What do you propose to have me dr» ituring your absence, Bert?” she aeked., "I am sorry' to seem »o per sistent, but 1 must plan for caring for the ohll/1 ." "Oh, I’ll see about it." said the msr "Don’t fuss any more There’# time enough to arrange all that." Three days later Mary received a let ter from her mother-tn-law. Bert had told her. sh« wrote, of hfs projected trfp While she did not approve of it. she had so far lost all Influence over her son that what she said to him went for lit tle He had asked her to len<j him money to leave with his wife while he was away. This she could not do. She had already lent him so much money to as he hald told her put Into his busi ness that she simply could not afford to give him any more In fact she her self was living more economically than ever before and had moved Into a flat smaller than the other one she had oc cupied. an<i in a very undesirable neigh borhood. She had kept all this from Mary as Bert had asked her to do, but the time had now come when the wife muM know It The proposal Bert’s mother now had to make was that Mars and the baby come and stay with her during Bert's absence. "The child ain't well.’’ she wrote, hurt perhape the change would do it good You’d better be here with me, getting your food and the child's than out in that lonely village starving Mary's face flushed as she read. How could she bring herself to be an ©hler* of her mother-in-law's charity” Then she reminded herself that she was not going to town for her own sake, but for the sake of the child. an<j that tt wa» also Bert's child, and hia mother's grand son. What right had the wife to allow her personal pride to stand beiween her and what might he for the baby's good? She remembered a pixrvarb of her hue hand *, and the full meaning of It made her smile bitterly as she repeated “Needs must when the devil drive**** She no longer deceived herself by trying to see the good points tn her hueband’s character. They were too hard to find. But she must endure for the aake of the baby. As long a* he lived that would be her duty. When Bert came home that nighi she told him of his mother’s letter “Ye*” he said, "mu said shed write an<j ask you down You'd better go to her. for Lord knows T haven’t a cent to keep you on while I'm away. Times are harder than ever'." Mary was not Impressed by this last remark, for when her husband had been spending money recklessly he always explained the lack of ready funds by de claring that times were hard or thst there was “nothing doing in the busi ness world." Miss Anna Held in Pictures Especially Posed for This Page. of good soap, h complexion brush, plenty of soft cloths, some cold cream, almond meal and a lotion of cucumbers, that 1 will tell you how to make. Peel the cucumbers and remove th 1 seeds. Put the cucumbers and their juice in a clean saucepan and let this simmfer for tin hour. Cool, strain through a clot It. add one tablespoonfu) of alcohol and one of glycerine for each pint of juice. Take one-fourth the total amount SNAP By LILLIAN SHOTS LAUFERTY The poetry of earth is never dead; When all the birds are faint with the hot sun And hide in cooling trees, r voice will run From hedge to hedge above the new- mown mead That ia the grasshopper's- he lakes the lead In summer luxury he has never done With his de-lights, for. when tired out with f tin He i rents at ea at be nealh some i weed The poetry of earth is - easing On a ions w inter evening, wi frost Has vvrougl it a sil* ■nee, from tl there i shrills The cricket s son g. in warmth i’ig ev er. And seems one in drowsine lost. The grass In opt jer’s among some 'Hie death of earth is to become wa ter. and the death of water is to be come air. and the death of air is to be come lire—and reversely.*-Heraclitus. • * * GLEANINGS FROM THE PHILISTINE. Anybody can give fifty-seven reasons for not doing the thing he does not want to do but should do. Dame Nature seems to consider that anything you do not utilize is not need ed: and she. is averse to carrying dead freight, so drops it. not work together long. A city supplies inspiration- bur onh front a distance Once mix up in it arid become a part of It and you are ironed out and subdued People who do big things in h city have their homes In the countr> The commuters arc lh" Inns, lug almond meal and allow this to remain on your sklu for fifteen minutes. Finally wash in very cold water. Splash ii on jn great handfuls so that 11s force will give you « natural massage. How your skin will glow and tingle! Blood is coming to feed the tissues and to round out your contours In beautv. Finally, rub on the cucumber lotion and let it stay on. This treatment night and morn ing, or even every night, will help a sallow skin and cure scrawny shoulders. And it is very simple, is it not? More Hints. Now, let me tell you of a few aids to beauty that T find useful If you can not afford jewels you may make yourself ornaments of tulle or soft gauze ribbon, of vel vet or of filmy chiffon. It takes but a little patience and ingenuity, and once you begin to study what pretty effects you can get with a line here and a shadow there you will never be guilty of an ugly line or arrangement of jewels. Notice the strap of pearls that I wear under my chin. You can gel the same softening effect with a hit of pink or white maline. If high collars have made an ugly Do You Know— Not His Business to Inquire. "GuVnor” said fhe dusty traveler, "how far is it to Gloucester? " Bout a mile and a half," replied the farmer "Can I ride with you?" “Certainly. Climb in” At the end of three-quarter? of an hour the traveler began to be uneasy “Ouv’nor” he asked, "how far are w* from Olouceater now?" “ Bout four mile and a half "Great haystacks! Why didn't you tel! me we were going away from Gloucester?" "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go there?" No machine ha? yet been invented in France which can supersede man ual labor in the manufacture of champagne bottles. The men per forming this difficult work are well ( paid. | In the west of England, especially j t umbetiand. the greater part of the rain falls in winter; but In the east the fall is heavier in the summer half of the year. The heart of a standing man beats M times a minute: of n sitting one. 71 times. When the man is lying down, its boats are reduced to 66 per minute. The moat common letter Is E. in 1,000 letters. E occurs 137 times in I English, 184 times In French, 145 in Spanish and 178 in German. Ebony is always soaked in 'water for from six to eighteen months as soon ar cut. It comes chiefly from j Mauritius and the East Indies India grows 16 800.000 tons of rice yearly and eats 15,700,000. All Eu rope eats only two and a half million. Horses, giraffes and ostriches have the large -t eyes of land creatures, cuttlefish of sea beasts Consumption causes one seventh of all the deaths in the world. London uses 20,000.000 tons of coal a year. There arc nearly 2.000 stitches in u pair of hand-sewn boots. KODAKSEE?. First Clae* Finishing and En larging. A oornplete stock 'lima. _ plates, papers, chemicals, etc. Special Mall Order Department for out-of-town customer* Send for Catalogue and Price List. * K. HAWKfSCO. Kadsh Ocparhn**' | 14 Whitohjll St. ATLANTA. GA 10c Package^Equals 4 lbs. of Beef in JiFood Value You spend too much money on meat—it’s the one hig item in your high cost of living. Cut your meat hilt two-thirds and substitute Faust Spaghetti for awhile. A 10-cent package contains as much nutrition as 4 lbs. of beef. SPAGHETTI is m*dr from Durum wheat the cere*; that is tt tremoly rich in aluten. the protein that makes muscle, bone and flesh Faust Spaghetti makes a savory, relishable. nutritious meal Free recipe hook tells how Spaghetti can be cooked to tickle the palate. 'At mil groemro’ — St mmd lOt pmckmgmt. MAULf. BIOS, St. L*wla. Mo. CHOICE OF ROUTES AND GOOD SERVICE —John Keats. SEABOARD EXCUR SION TO BIRMINGHAM Monday, September 22, $2.50 round trip. Leaves Old Depot 8:30 a. m. Tick ets {rood returning on regu lar trams. Every Woman Is inter** ited and ahould | k iio'v about the wanderttd Marvel I Ask votirdrugglst for it. If he cannot ,-<p- ply th* MARVEL, sr’nd stamp f of boou. ‘JarvelCo.. 14 L ??dSt .:i?.