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A T n A Y A Thrilling Story of
Tx 1 D/v I Society Blackmailers
(Novelized by>
!■ m the play by George Scar-
b. ■ u'h, now being presented at the
i-n-ninth Street Theater, New York,
r ghts held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
v- District Attorney I take your
w . captain Holbrook,” said Gordon
(; rah am at last, and he little guessed
v. he was serving his daughter at
that particular moment
Thank you,” said the man on parole,
quietly.
• Come, Chief,” said Graham.
Both knobs, gentlemen,” said llol-
t )r0 ok, as they tried the door. “It’s a
i ng lock, remember. That’s it.
doocl-night.”
He stood quite still on his hearth-
- ne for a moment, listening to make
sure of retreating footsteps.
•The Lord be praised!” ejaculated
bather Shannon piously.
Yes, praise Him. by all m^ans—but
r nt too loudly—those walnut doors may
have ears.”
Holbrook listened for a final second—
and then opened the door that led to
his own rooms.
Aline my dear,” he called,
safe?” called the girl, in exquisite
relief.
“Yes—I’m on parole.”
You both look very serious—what
was it?” asked the girl, in surprise
Alines Oath.
When a woman finds that the enemy
has been forced to retreat she thinks
n - victory has been won. It is men
who are trained in battle—and who
k; >w that retreat may mask an am-
i'uscade—a sortie—and that first honors
. - not decide the conflict.
ft is serious—you don't know how
.“ftrlous.” said the Captain, in a tone
i match his words—then seeing the
rra.sk of fear draw over the girl’s
heightened face, he determined to bring
p moment of relief again. “Surely it
1= «erious—why, nayther of us dares to
cirink a drop of the whisky!” he
laughed.
The girl smiled wanly.
Now listen, Aline, my dear SWEAR
T* 1 ME THAT YOU WILL REFUSE
Tii TALK OF ANYTHING THAT'S
H YPPENBD TO-NIGHT UNLESS I
AM WITH YOU.”
To whom mustn’t I talk? - '
• To any one—even to Father Shan
non.”
When the. man who loves her gives
b woman his first command, and she
<->hevs. she answers him as well as If
she" cried aloud, “I love you.” For
uven an Independent human soul takes
•rlers from another and there is no re
lationship of fear—of master to man
then the great ruling power that im
ppis obedience is Love.
Aline raised her eyes to the face of
W.p man to whom she had given her
art, but to whom she could not give
herself.
T promise.”
“P,ut lake your oath ‘So help yo
You doubt her truth?” asked the
Father, gravely.
"Xu. Cat her, but I want her to he
able t<> say that,she is under a vow of
silence. ”
Mine’s eyes had not left her captain’s
face. There was a thrill of underlying
Joy in being directed by him in her
hour of great peril.
”1 swear—I swear!” she said, in a
tone that was a sacred promise
“And now good-night.” The man’s
ire deepened to the tone of life's len-
''r-ert music an unselfish, protecting
j love. “Remember, that I love you.
Good-night, father, and remember that
; you are taking with you the dearest
! thing in all the world to me.”
The Police Return.
“Good-night, my lad."
"Good-night, and God bless you tor a
true friend. Good-night, my lady.”
Holbrook’s hand was on the spring
lock—a moment more and he would
have lifted it—to open the door for
his honored guests—but there was the
thundering knock of authority on the
panels.
“Hello,’’ called the Captain. The fa
ther led the terrified girl back to the
door behind which she had once before
hidden.
"Captain,” called the voice of Chief
Dempster. The enemy had made a
sortie.
“Come in,” cried Larry easily, wait
ing for Father Shannon to regain his
position. “Oh. wait a minute—excuse
me—I'm always forgettin' that spring
lock.”
He opened the door. Chief Dempster
and Robert Graham re-entered his
rooms. Their faces were cold and
stern.
“Did ye forget something.’ ' queried
dauntless Larry, with an assumption of
east- he was far from feeiing.
“There ns a taxi wailing below." said
Dempster, sternly and accusingly, to
Father Shannon.
"Yes.”
"For you. tUe chauffeur says."
“Yes but you’re welcome to it. A
smile brushed across the Captain s fare
what an apt pupil in the art of
finesse was his friend the priest!
“Yon came in it, James, ihe man told
me so " This was man to man—and
Father “Shannon was only “Janies” to
the chief now.
“I did.”
"I’ll phone for another- sit down, all
of you.' said the Captain, as if suddenly
reminded of his duties as a host.
Chief Dempster chose to ignore, this.
“The man says, with a woman.”
“The chauffeur says that?" The fa
ther would do his best for the lad and
lass be loved but the church eou d not
take upon itself the black sin of an out
right lie—and the father felt helpless in
the net now’.
“Yes—the chauffeur says that!"
Holbrook had crossed over to his great
Russian chair—he was leaning forward
across its back, now quite relaxed—per
fectly at ease or, so he must look to
any observer -hut in the second when
the other man had been observing ba
ther Shannon and not Captain Hol
brook. a sly, thoughtful expression had
crossed his face that was now so bland
hi dlike in its engaging i
There were still a few cards left In his
pack—he would play them one at a time
for his queen.
“What’s ihe use of further deception
Mr. Graham!" exclaimed Holbrook in a
tone of determination to confess a mat
ter and get it over wdth.
The three men turned to him with as
tonishment in various terms writ large
on their faces. What would he tell?
How far was lie prepared to go?
“Well?" queried Graham, impatiently.
"That item about my engagement to
your daughter was inserted by the so
ciety editress a Mady,’ as you’ve just
said, chief- she says ’twas Flagg—tHe
dead man ’round the corner—that told
her—my call on the man related to
that -—”
All the kisses that all the vagabonds
of all tile ages have put on the "Blar
ney stone" lifted Captain Holbrook's
lips in a smile of engaging candor and
in a simple little tone of emphasis lie
told the truth as best calculated to de
ceive.
“1 won’t say that any lady came here
with Father Shannon and I won’t say
she didn’t. But I do say that if that
lady WAS with film she left before you
came, and that she’s sorry enough for
her part in the matter."
To Be Continued To-morrow.
/
I
S The Manicure Lady S
$4t"TsHAT wi
I word,
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
HAT word ‘wise’ is a funny
ain’t it. George?* said
the Manicure Lady. "There
n 'i5 two gents in here this morning
have their nails did, and both of
them was wise, only in different
*ays. The first gent that came in
w a* a middle-aged fellow from a
"mall town. He told me frank
enough that he didn’t have the habit
of getting manicured, and he said the
r, T' reason he came in was because
had three or four hangnails and
had heard somewhere that a mani-
r,,r c could fix hangnails fine. H*> was 1
**fu) nice and gentlemanly to me.
*nd told m* that he liked it in the
•* !r nall town better than in the city
He said that he was a merchant in
the small town and was doing sc
W ®11 that he wouldn’t care to move
Into a city where everything was new
and strange. He wasn't dressed very
s *ell, as far as style goes, and he
H dn’t have no flip talk, but I could
sr e that he had lots of brains, and I
knew he was a man."
I noticed him when he went out,’
8a 'd the Head Barber. "He didn’“
* !v e you no tip, though."
"J didn't want no tip from him,"
declared the Manicure Lady. “Let
the fresh guys tip me, as long a
they have the habit. He probably
never lived where folks give tips, or
w-ould have tipped me as liberal
he
38 anybody. And now I want to tel
nu about the other kind of a wise
Kuy that was in.
This young fellow tells me before
,e is in the chair a minute that he
' a wise fish. He thought he was so
that he was all the time saying,
you follow me?’ I couldn't have
lost him in his cheap chatter if J
llJi, J been ten times as stupid as I am
hieh I ain't. Yes, he says he is a
y fish, or a wise owl, I forgot
• h he said, but anyhow wise all
way. If there is anything that
oody ever put over on me,’ he
I want somebody to walk up
f -nd tell me. I am good and hep to
everything.’ he says
Just when the nice middle-aged
'• ow was going out this young wart
hmes in. The middle-aged man asked
r " : oung fellow which way to go to
a se; of scales, and the young
49U i X.9U *© aowj
to the Aquarium end ask a fish?*
That made me kind of tired, so I
tells the middle-aged gent where
there is a big hardware store, and
after he had went 1 gave young
sporty a swift call for getting fresh
with his ciders I talked to him
until T had desausted all my eleganr*.
and it didn’t do no good. He Just
kept, grinning that wise grin of his
at me and winking his right ej e He
sure did give that wink s merry
gam*. "They’ve got to get up carl:
in th* a. m when thpy put one ove
on me, Ambroi e the live one.’ he say*
to me. ‘Maybe I might have let one
go over my head once, but if I eve
did r must have been when I just got
up and was rubbing my eyes,' he says
He pulled three of the latest stage
Jokes, gave me a imitation of himself
imitating George Cohan, and pulled
a lot of flash conversation, all during
the time I was hurrying madly to
get his nails did and get him out of
the shop
“That is the Kind of wise guys that
our big city is getting choked up
w’ith, George When they know
enough slang to keep everybody
guessing about what they are talking
about they think they are deep. They
ain’t any deeper than a saucer, and
nobody ever got drowned in a saucer.
If you ever want to get in dutch with
me, George, Just come around some
morning and tell me that you are a
wise fish.”
He Was Careful.
Little Tommy was bringing In the
new kittens to show the visitor. He
brought the first two into the room,
carrying them painstakingly by the
tails, while they howled and spit with
vigor.
•Oh, Tommy!" exclaimed the visi
tor, you mustn't hurt the poor little
things.”
“No, rnadam, I won t. iommy re
plied. "I'm carrying them by the
stems." _
A Boon Indeed.
\t last.” exclaimed the long-ftaired
inventor, "I h» v « evolved tne g. eteet
practical blessing of the age!"
-Oh tell me, Theophilus, tell me
„ h ,, it is. begged his wife.
... collar button with a little phono-
,.,nh ins Id* “ •>•'« ra " ° ut wheTl
•I ander the
^ewtr. U.«!««■ Her. i "
Two Magnificent Styles ,*«
• e ^
FULLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE
A Bachelor's Diary
HE WRITEC. OF A HALLOWE'EN ADVENTURE
For the woman who
finds fur beyond her means,
we suggest the use of os
trich combined with velvet
—or of the ever-useful and
warm mnrabou.
The gown shown on the
left is of blue satin with
belt and surplice folds of
brown velvet.
Vanila brown velvet forms
the centre of the scarf—■
and the ostrich or marabou
should be of the same tone.
On the muff are three
hands of the velvet—and
four of the feather trim
ming.
Bows of satin in rosette
form finish the outer bands
of the velvet—and long
ends of the ostrich fall from
them
This will be found a very
useful way to utilize old
material.
T HIS evening gown of Copenhagen blue velvet on the right de
pends for its effectiveness upon line and color. And the two
combine In the shading draperies of the rich material.
The blouse fastens beneath the arm and is held by straps of beads
that cross under and above the shoulder and finish in ornaments that
fall straight in front.
Pink and red roses mark the line of the draped belt in front, and
a smaller bouquet holds the skirt where it crosses above the left foot.
The skirt ends in a long, und train, and at the waist there is a
folded tunic of the velvet.
The sleeves are of flesh 'olored tulle.—OLIVETTE.
W HAT, Mother Dear, is a di
vorce?
It is that form of marital
separation, Precious One, that a gen
eration ago was a disgrace and now
is a habit.
Why, Mother, do you always scold
the child for carrying its pie from the
table?
You have much to learn. My
Daughter The child ihat carries its
pie from the table so as not to miss
anything going on in the games out
side, w ill some day be a man and eat
on the run in order not to miss his
share of business life. And, believe
me, my dear, what he might miss
when he Is older is not much more
important than what he might miss
a* a child.
Is there anything in the world.
Mother, that could take the conceit
out of a man?
Marriage is one remedy, Child. An
other effectual way would be to let
him look back into a room two min
utes after he has made a call. Every
woman in It yawning.
What is Charity, Mother'.’
I li >9 that noble trait My Child, that
attributes the lailure of a bachelor to
the lack of a’wife to act as an Incen
tive to success and the failure of a
married man to the domestic burden
he carries.
What, Mother, Is meant by Soulful
Yearnings?
It is that quality which, in one's
self, Little One, signifies a poetic
temperament, and which in others
denotes biliousness.
What is meant by the Blue Pencil?
It Is that. My Child, which every
one needs, but that only those unfor
tunate beings who work on a news
paper receives.
What. Mother, would you regard as
the most important qualification in
the wife of a politician? A knowl
edge of statesmanship?
I regard as a more important qual
ification, Child, the ability to cook
well enough to be prepared to keep
boarders for a living
Mhy, .Mother, does the woman spend
so much time looking for things at
the grocer's which are the quickest
to cook?
She wishes to save time, Little One.
;>i order that later In the day ehe may
have more of it to waste.
Up-to-Date Jokes
By MAX.
O CT 81.—The spirit of Hallow
e'en took possession of my
pretty nurse and of me at ex
actly the same hour last evening,
and after we had seen Richards pilot
ing Manette safely off to bed. we put
on coat and cloak and hats and
started out. It was 10 o'clock when
we left the house, and It is now 2
In the morning:, and I am so wide
awake there is no use going to bed
Khe wore a scarlet coat, and oy
"she" I mean my prettj companion,
and I did not know until to-night
what it mean* to be a woman and for
one brief evening kick all the con
ventions off at ones heels. Thlw
sounds mixed—scarlet coat and the
conventions, but I claim that the
color of the coat was to blame No
woman can wear bright scarlet and
feel entirely sedate in her soul
We have been to all the dance halls j
and all the cabarets: we did an Im
promptu song and dance ourselves at j
one restaurant, and fled before the
tumult of applause. I caught a taxi- j
cab and we rode for an hour after
that to get back our breaths ij
know now what I oan do for a living
when my business goes to smash—
buy a hand organ of an Italian, as 1
did to-night and get my pretty nurss
to do a dance In front of it, and then
pass around the hat. There were
three or four hundred dollars In har
hat when we fled, leaving the hand
organ behind ns. which a very peni
tent young woman will carry to-mor
row to some charity. The money. I
mean, not the hand organ.
She will be penitent. I know her
sex so well. We did nothing very
wrong beyond the injury to our di
gestions, but a good woman likes to
exaggerate her sins, and my nurse
will go around for a week looking as
if she had murdered some one. It
must he very Inconvenient to be a
woman
the coat to blame.
But the scarlet coat was entirely
to blame I hf.ve felt like anything
but a Methodist prayer meeting every
time 1 have seen her put It on. and
U she will persist in wearing It thers
Is no telling what will happen. When
she wears those golden browns and
delicate grays Richards selected for
her her eyes tako on the expression
of a saint, and every hair on her head
seeks its place and stays In it.
But that scarlet coat puts a devil
try in her eyes that isn’t at all sooth
ing. and there comes a flush in her
cheeks to match It, and her hair flies
around her face In little wayward
curls that make a man long to push
each curl back in place. It is all
right for a girl th# age of Manette
to wear a scarlet coat, but I shall re
buke the nurse for appearing In such
a defiant color The sight of her isn't
good for me.
November 3.—It I* Just as I pre
dicted. I have laughed many times
over the memory of Hallowe’en, but
the nurse never smiles.
"It Is all right for a man to forget
himself, and laugh about it after
ward." she exclaimed this morning,
“but being a woman Is different.
Whenever I think that I—I, who was
brought up so strlotly—got up on the
platform In that dance hall, - ’ and
danced the tango, and sang why. I
am overcome with shame. You ought
to be ashamed of yourself for getting
me Into It!”
“It wasn’t me." I retorted. "It was
the scarlet coat you were wearing."
I saw her later In the day start to
put It on when getting ready for a
walk and then look at It dubiously.
Then she ran upstairs and came
down wearing all black!
We were sitting in the library this
evening, and I had Manette on my
lap. telling her a story, when Tomp
kins called me to the telephone.
0*B SIDE.
If you had ears. Diary, you would
have heard only one side of the talk,
so what is the use of telling you
more?
••Hello!”
•‘Yes, this is Max.”
"Oh," a little coldly "It Is you. Is
it? Yes. I’m better, thank you.”
“No; no bad efTeots from the day I
spent, down town."
"How Is my companion, you say?”
(Fros; in my voice.) "She is not
here."
"1 can i tail you waere she is now.
I believe she is on her way to Eu
rope ’’
"Yes, very pretty Glad you ad-
hilred b^r.”
"I can’t give her your message,
though no doubt it would please nt-r
to have won the admiration of a man
as discriminating as yourself. You
see, 1 haven’t her address, and 1 never
expect to see her again.”
“Yes it la too bad. Good-bye.”
Then I returned to the library to
And Richards looking somewhat mys
tified. Ths pretty nurse wasted no
time in expressing herself
“You were talking about me,” she
sold, "and you were talking to the
gentleman who took us to lunch the
day we spent down town."
Well ” on the defensive. “What of
it?”
"Nothing, only I wanted you to
know that 1 know"
Then she went back to the book,
and I saw that Richards was trying
to suppress a laugh. I presume my
determination not to let that shallow-
pated man see the nurse again will
confirm Richards in her suspicion
that a romance is budding under her
eyes, but I don’t care.
I am too sick a man to be annoyed
by any man’s admiration of my
pretty nurse. It Isn't Jealousy, at all.
I hope I am too big a man to feel
such a sentiment as that. It is for
the girl's sake T feel that way. The
man is wealthy and a spender and
If he «anie out here and paid her
any sttentlbn It would mean late
hours and dinners at midnight and
all those things that are rot at all
good for a girl. As long as she is a
member of mv househo’d I feel a
moral obligation regarding her wel
fare I should feel Just the same if
It were the cook or one of the maids
NEVER RE HAPPY.
I know the man is not married,
but you moe. In a way. that makes It
worse. He might hope to marry
her, and she would never be happy
with HIM!
I will have a plain talk wdth her
In the morning and tell her she will
have to look a little less fascinating
when she goes out with me. or other
wise I will leave hec at home I can't
have every man I know calling me
up and saying, "Hello, Max. who was
the queen you had out last night?
Are you going to introduce me. or
do you intend to keep her all for
yourself 0 ’’
Ijt Isn’t the right way to treat a
sick mar
Some probable Investors were being
shown over a building estate In the
country.
"Come this way, gentlemen," the
agent said. “On the rising ground you
ran see how the land lies."
“Or the land agent," quietly re
marked one of the party.
* * *
Mother What do you think you will
make out of my daughter’s talent?
Professor (absent mindedly)- About
$10 a lesson if the piano holds out.
T HERE was a man here this aft
ernoon selling a fine book, sed
Ma. I toald him to cum back
tonite when you were here, so you
! cud . c ec if. Missus Jenkins bought
one & all the other nabors. The naim
of the book is Beekun Liles of Llt-
eratur.
1 hoap he dosent cum back, sed Pa.
I am sick & tired of these book agents
with thare chop whiskers & thare
nerve. I have a noshun to give him
the gate beefoar he gits a chanst to
show the book at all.
Jest then the book agent cairn. He
was a tall, fat man with rosy cheeks
A- a nice fur overcoat. He looked like
a mg.ii in a show wich I seen onst. Git
Rich Quick Somebody. Moast of the
book agents wich cunts to our house
lookH as if they was jest working at
It long enuff to git sumthlng to eet &
then git a better Job, hut this man
looked vary prosper-us.
Ilo (lident wait for Pa to ask him
ter set down, lie sat down in the big-
best chare & started in.
My good man, he Red to F'a, you
have within yure grasp a wonderful
opportunity to delve into the ded
master minds of the ded past,. Thay
are all In yure reeoh, to borrow from
or disagree with, these wunderful
minds. You tan chat with Shake-
vpcev, Milton, Byron, Djckens, Thark-
Vry—a thousand noabel men. You
will be enchanted to load nitely the
peris of buty and wisdom that arc
contained In this marvelus volume,
Beekun bites of Literatur. It Is butl-
fully bound, as you can see, In mocca
& java binding with a page marked
In the upper rite hand of every leef
The book opens eesily, * is printed
in English, malking it eesy for you to
reed it. This marvelus volume T »m
offering on this trip only for the
ridiculUFlv low figger of fifteen dol
lars. Beekun bites of Literatur, the
moast compre-henaiv work of that
title wich is in the market to-day.
Fifteen dollars buys It—the works of
the masters.
Has It got the records of the filers
In it? sed Pa.
Thare is a grate deacripahun of the
battle of Waterloo in it, sed the
agent, & allushuns to Caesar & other
grate flters, yer, sir.
Has it got Packey McFarland s rec
ord? sed Pa. & Battling Nelson’s ca
reer?
I do not understand, sed the agent.
Has it got Ty Uobb’s hatting aver
age for 1913? sed Pa. & how many
bases he stole? I bet It hasent. I bet
it hasent eeven got the life of Kid
Broad In it.
I am afrade not. sed the agent. He
was looking at Pa kind of funny.
Ask rovrdrt! gets t for
It. If ha cannot sud-
ply the MARV
■ r *n>* no other, but
j *end fcfatrip forbook
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INSTITUTE^
Eor the Treatment of
DEFORMITIES ^^
. ttibiisNtd 1874
Give the deform-
fyfti ed ohildren a
* ■ chance.
Send us their
name*, we can
help them.
'this Institute Treats Club Feet
Diseases of the Spine. Hip Joints
Paralysis, etc. Send for illustrated
catalog.
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Then I doant want It, sed Pa Any
book that doant have the records of
the grate prize flters and ball players
in It Is no Beekun Lite for me.
1 suppoased that 7 was calling upon
a gentleman of intelligence and ree-
tinement. sed the agent. I see I was
mistaken A- I will bid you goodnite.
Goodnite. sed Pa. After the agent
whs gone Pa beegan to laff That Is
the way to git rid of them, he sed. I
het I know moar About the reel
Beekun Lite* of Literatur than that
mutt, hut I wuddent let him know It.
Husband, sed Ma, sumtlmes you
«eem reelv brite.
The largest, estate in the United
Kingdom is that belonging to tie
Duke of Sutherland, which extends to
739,200 acres.
The female brain commences t«
cline In weight after the age of thirty;
the male not till ten years later.
The Moors of Arabia and Spain were
the first * to display colored globes in
chemists’ windows.
John Ewin, of New York, is contest
ing the will of his aunt. Mrs. Caroline
Ewin. who died in April last, leaving
$100,000 to rescue cats in all parts of
the world—including London’s deserted
hmipf‘ rats and those in the Island of
Madeira. In the latter place stray cats
are so scarce that each, under the will,
would receive about $1,000.
An Unexpected Gift.
He was a shy young man, but In
hie heart there raged a consuming
passion for the fair Florence. On his
way home from the city he managed
to screw his courage up sufficiently
to enter a Jeweler’s shop and pur
chase a small gift for the lady of his
heart.
This, he hoped, would yave the way
to the popping of the great kuestion.
That night lie called at her house
and found her nlone. Producing a
small, square box from his pocket, he
Raid, nervously.
"I have ventured to brlnr yon a
small present. Miss Finn, but 7 ani
afraid that perhaps It will not fit >om
finger. W'fll you try it on?”
“Oh, deal,” said the girl blushing
most becomingly, "this is quite un
expected! Why, I never dreamed that
you n-nih cared snough "
Poor fool! Instead of grasping the
opportunity in both hands, h< opened
the box and produced a. thimble! Then
the thermometer dropped about ten
degrees.
Her Brother’s Voice
Little Faith was possessed of a
most friendly disposition, hut had not
yet reached the age where she could
understand the silence that may wrsp
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