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A T' A Y/ A Thrilling Story of
x rSA I Society Blackmailers
(Novellied by>
■Remember, that f love you.
1-night, father, ami remember that I
are taking with you the <JearcM !
| thing in all the world t*
The Police Return.
me.
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Thirty-nimh Street Theater. New York, tru* trlond Ciaod-nlKhl, my lady."
srrfai rights heM and <.mynghled 1-y Hdbrnok’a hand ea« on the spring
International New* Service.)
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
’ As District Attorney 1 take your
word. Captain Holbrook," said (rordon
Graham at last, and he little guessed
h<*w he was serving his daughter at
thRt particular moment.
• Thank you." aald the man on parole,
quietly.
lock a moment more and he would
have lifted it- to open the door for
his honored guests- hut there was the
thundering knock of authority on the
panels.
“Hello,’’ railed 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
“Come, Chief." said Graham.
“Both knobs, gentlemen," said Ho!
brook, as they tries! the door. “Its a
spring lock, remember. That s it.
Good-night.’
He stood quite still op his hearth
stone for a moment, listening to make
sure of retreating footsteps
“The Lord be praised!” ejaculated
Father Shannon piously.
“Yes. praise Him. b\ all means but
not 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 m.v 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 Hint the enemy
has been forced to retreat sbe thinks
the victory has been won. It i* men
who are trained In battle and who
know that retreat ma> mask an ahi
buseade a sortie and that first honors
do not decide the conflict.
“It is serious you don’t know how
serious," said the <'aplain. In a tone
to match his words then seeing the
mask of fear draw over the girl’s
hrighiened face, he determined to bring
a moment of relief again. “Surely it
Is serious wby. nayther of us dares to
drink a drop of the whisky”' he
laughed.
The girl smiled wanly.
Now listen. Aline, my dear SWKAll
TO ME THAT Y« >1 WILL 1C PI FI S E
TO TACK OF ANYTHING THAT’S
HAPPENED TO-NIGHT UNLESS 1
AM WITH YOU."
"To whom mustn't I talk?"
“To any one -even to Father Shan
non "
When the man who loves her gives
a woman his first command, and she
obeys, she answers him as well as if
she cried aloud. “I love you “ For
when an independent human soul takes
orders from another ami there is no f<
latlonshlp of fear of master to man
then the great ruling power that 1m
pels obedience is I»ve.
Aline raised her e • s to the fSce of
the man to whom she had given her
heart, but to whom she could not give
herself
“I promise."
“But take your ««ath ‘So help you
God!’
“You doubt her truth?" asked the
Father, gravely.
“No. Father, but 1 want her to be
able to 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 grdfet peril.
“1 sweat I swear!" she said, in a
tone that was a sacred promise
“And now good-night.” The man's
voice deepened to the tone of life's ten-
derest mush an unselfish, protecting
Dempster. The enemy had made a
sortie.
"Come In." cried Carry easily, wait
ing for Father .Shannon to regain his
position. “Oh. wait a minute excuse
me I'm always forget tin' 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 all assumption of
ease he was far from feeling
' There is a taxi wailing below, said
Dempster, sternly and accusingly, lo
Father .Shannon.
“Yes."
“For you. the chauffeur says."
“Yes but you're welcome to it." A
smile brushed across the Captain's face
what an apt pupil In the art of
finesse was his friend tin- priest!
“You came in it. .lames, the man told
me so- " This was man to man and
Father Shannon was only “.lames” to
th*- chief now.
“I did."
•Til 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 he loved but the church could not
take upon itself the black sin of an out
right lie and the father felt helpless in
tin net now.
“Yes the chauffeur says that!"
Holbrook bad crossed over to ids great j
Russian chair lie was leaning forward
across Its back, now quite relaxed per
fectly at ease or, so he must look to
any observer but in tin* second when
the other man had been observing I*a
ther Shannon and not Captain Hol
brook. a sly. thoughtful expression had
crossed his face that was now so bland
and childlike in its engaging honesty
There were still a tew cards left in Ills
pack he would play them one at a time
for bis queen.
“What's tiic use of further deception,
Mr. Graham!" exclaimed Holbrook In a
tone of determination to confess a mat
ter and get it over with.
The three men turned to hint with as
tonishment in various terms writ large
on their faces. Whai would he tell?
How tar was he prepared to go”
“Web?" queried Gruhum, impatiently
“That item about n>v engagement to
your daughter whs Inserted by the so
ciety editress a 'lady.' as you’ve Just
said, chief she says T was 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 the ages have put on the “Blar
ney stone" lifted Captain Holbrook's
lips in a smile «>f engaging candor and
in a simple little tone of emphasis he
told the truth as best calculated to de
ceive.
“I won't sny that any lady came here
with Father Shannon and I won't say
she didn’t But 1 do say that if that
lady WAS with Ritn she left before you
came, and that she's sorry enough for
her part in the matter."
To Be Continued To-morrow.
t
dt The Manicure Lady •
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
^^r-psHAT word 'wise' is a funny
| word, ain’t it, George?" said
^ the Manicure Lady “There
was two gents In here this morning
to have their nails did, and both of
them was wise, only in different
ways The first gent that came In
was a middle-a g«-d fellow’ from a
small town. He told me frank
enough that he didn’t have the habit
of getting manicured, and he said the
only reason he came in was because
he had three or four hangnails and
had heard somewhere that a mani
cure could fix hangnails fine. He was
aw ful nice and gentlemanly to me.
and told me that he liked It in the
small town better than In the city
He said that he was a merchant it
the small town and was doing sc
well that he wouldn’t care to move
into a city where everything was new
and strange He wasn't dressed very
swell, as far as style goes, and he
didn't have no flip talk, but I could
♦
see that he had lots of brains, and 1
knew he was a man."
"1 noticed him when he went oat.
sa d the Head Barber. "He didn’t
give you no tip, though."
"1 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 t‘ps, or
he would have tipped me as li>*r«l
as anybody. And now 1 want to tel
you about the other kind of a wise
guy that was in.
“This young fellow telis me before
he is in the chair a minute that he
Is a wise flsh. He thought he was so
deep that he was all the time saying,
'Do you follow me?’ I couldn't have
lost him in his cheap chatter if I
had been ten times as stupid as I am
which I ain't- Yes. he says he is s
wise flsh, or a wise owl. I forgo?
which he said, but anyhow wise all
the way. ‘If there is anything that
anybody ever put over on me.' he :
says. ‘I want somebody to walk up
and tell me. I am good and hep to
everything.' he says.
Jaet when the nice middle-aged
fellow was going out this young wart
comes in. The middle-aged man asked
I
teUe* says, ’Wliy ava i you 40 dov>:
to the Aquarium and ask a flsh?'
That made me kind of tired, so I
tells the middle-aped gent where
there Is a big hardware store, and !
after be had went I gave young !
sporty a swift call for getting fresh
with his ciders 1 talked to him
until I had desausted all my eleaanro. 1
and it didn't do no f^hod. He Just !
kept grinning that wise grin of his 1
at me and winking his light eye. He
sure did give that wink a merr>
game. "They’ve got to get up earls
in the a m. when they pul one over
An me, Ambrose the live one,’ he says
to ine. ’Maybe I might have let one
g » over my head once, but if 1 eve:
did I must have been when 1 Just got
up and was rubbing my eves,’ he says.
He pulled three of the latest stag*
Jokes, gave me a imitation of himself
imitating George Mohan, 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 w’ise guys that
our big city is getting choked up
with, George When they know-
enough slang to keep everybody
guessing about what the> 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 *
wise flsh."
He Was Careful.
Little Tommy was bDnglng In the
new kittens to show the visitor. He
brought the flrsf 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. madam. I won't," Tommy re
plied. I'm carrying them by the
stems "
A Boon Indeed.
“At last." exclaimed the long-haired
inventor. "I have evolved the g:
practical blessing of the age!"
"Oh, tell me. Theophilus, tell me
what it is." begged^ his wife
‘ A collar button with a little phono
graph inside that will call out when
it rolls int«> a dark jer under the
dre&ser. Here 1 am: litre 1 ami' "
An Opportunity
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FULLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE
T HIS evening sown 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.—0L1VKTTE.
Tabloid Tales
1 \ t
V/V'* vorce?
It is that form of marital
separation, Precious One. that a gen
eration ago was» a disgrace and now
is a habit.
Wh\. Mother, do >011 : a ay* > obi
the child for carrying iis pie from the
table
You have so much to learn. My
Daughter. The child that carries its*
pie from the tabic so as not to miss
anything going on in the games out
side. will some day be a man and eat
on the run In order not to miss his
sharp of business life. And. believe
me. my dear, what he might miss
when der is no.t much more
important than what ho might miss
as a child.
Is there anything in Die world.
Mother, that could take the conceit I
out of a man ‘
ALirri go is one remedy. Child Vn- j
other effectual way would be to let
him look back into a loom two min- I
utes after he ins' made a call, livery |
woman in it yawning.
What is Charity. Mother?
It is that noble trait. My Child, that i
attributes the failure oi a bachelor to
' 10 ho-k of a wife to art as an ineen-
tive to success anil the failure of a
married man to the domestic burden
he carries.
What, Mother, is meant by Soulful
Ye 1 filings ?
It is that quality which, in one’s
self. Little (me. signifies* a poetic
temperament, and which In others
denotes biliousness.
What is meant by the Blue Pencil?
It is that. My child, which every-
ot • ii.'fds. but that only those unfor-
• urate beinus 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 w ishes to save time. Little One.
in order that later in the day she may
hav« more of it to waste.
e
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 m-.rabou.
The gown shown on the
left is of blue satin with
belt and surplice foid3 of
brown velvet.
Vanila brown velvet forms
the centre of the scarf—
and the ostrich or marabou
should he of the same tone.
On the muff are three
hards 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.
dt*
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A Bachelor’s Diary h
E WRITEC^OF HALLOWE’EN ADVENTURE
By MAX.
O CT. SI.—The spirit of Hallow
een 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.
She wore a scarlet coat, and oy
"she" I mean my pretty companion,
and I did not know until to-night
what It means 1 to be a woman and for
one brief evening kick all the con
ventions off at one’s heels. This
sounds mixed- -scarlet coat and the
cbnventlons, 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
and all the cabarets; we did an im-
Is no telling what will happen. When
she wears those golden browns and
delicate grays Richards selected for
her her eyes take on the expression
of a saint, and every hair on her head
seeks its place and stays in it.
But that scarlet coaut puts a devil
try In her eyes that isn't at all sooth
ing. and there comes a flush In her
I believe she is on her way to Eu
rope-"
ml'redVr"* P ” Uy - °' ad ^ * a ’
"I can t glv. her your me,...,
though no doubt it would please h,r
to have won the admiration of a
as discriminating as yourself. v 0I ,
see, i haven't her address, and I never
expect to see her again."
“Yes, it is too bad.
Good-bye
cheeks to match It, and her hair flies! ? * r ? tu , rn 1 U . l ° the Iibrar Y to
— fmed K1C Th r . d Vr°.u; n L 8 r 0 sT eWha '
in li'ttle wayward
man long to push
around her face
curls that make
ea
right for a girl the age of Manette
to wear a scarlet coat, bu<t I ehall re
buke the nurse for appearing in such
a defiant color. The sight of her isn’t
good for me.
November 3.—It Is 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,
my».
wasted no
promptu song and dance ourselves at ,but h#ln * a woman is different,
one restaurant, and fled before the
tumult of applause. I caught a taxi
cab and we ^ode for an hour after
that to get back our breaths. I
know now what I can do for a living
when my business goes to smash—
buy a hand organ of an Italian, as I
did to-night and get my pretty nurse
to do a dance In front of it. and then
pass around the hat. There were
three or four hundred dollars In her
hat when we fled, leaving the hand
organ behind us, 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 be very inconvenient to be a
woman.
THE COAT TO BLAME.
But the scarlet coat was entirely
to blame. I have felt like anything
but a Methodist prayer meeting every
time 1 have seen her put It on, and
if she will persist in wearing it there
Whenever I think that I—I, who was
brought up so strictly-—got trp on the
platform In that dance hall, and
danced the tango, and sang-—why, I
am overcome with shame. Yo*u ought
to be ashamed of yourself for getting
me Into it!"
"It wasn't me," I retorted. *It was
the scarlet coat you were weaving."
I saw her later in the day suart 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.
ONE SIDE.
If you had ears, Diary, you wooild
have heard only one side of the taJk,
so what is the use of telling y>ou
more?
"Hello!”
"Yes, this Is Max.”
“Oh,” a little coldly. "It Is you. Is
it? Yes. I’m better, thank you?’
"No; no bad effects from the day I
spent down town.”
"How Is my companion, you say?"
(Fros; in my voice.) "She is not
here."
*‘I can’t tell you where she is now.
time in expressing herself,
ch curl back In place. It is all ‘Y«u were talking about me,”
.0 „ .1*1 ♦ k B * ,d ’ “ and you were talking to th*
gentleman who took us to lunch the
day we ?pent down town."
it?’^ eI1 ° n thC def ® n8ive * "YV’hat of
“Nothing; only I wanted you
know that I know” ™
Then she went back to the book
and I saw that Richards was trying
to suppress a laugh. I presume m
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 mv
pretty nurse. It Isn’t Jealousy, at all
I hope I am too big a man to feel
such a sentiment as that. It U f or
the girl’s sake I feel that way. The
man is wealthy and a spender, and
if he came out here and paid her
any attention it would mean late
hours and dinners at midnight and
all those things that are not at all
good for a girl. As long as she Is *
member of my household 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 nE HAPPY.
I know the man is not married,
but you see. 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 with 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 her 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?"
It isn't the right way to treat a
sick mar
Do You Know-
Little Bobbie’s Pa
Up-to-Date Jokes
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
can 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 < a bse n t -m indedly’) — A bout
$10 a lesson if the piano holds out.
Every Woman
U tntoreatad and should
know about tba wonderful
Marvel
Douche
T HERE was a man here this aft
ernoon selling a fine book, sed
Ma. I toald him to cum back
Ionite when you were here, so you
cud see it. Missus Jenkins bought
one & all the other nabors. The naim
of the book is Beekun Lites of Lit
ers tur.
I hoap he dosent cum back, sed Pa,
I am sick & tired of these book agents
with thare chop whiskers Sir 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 nice fur overcoat. He looked like
a man in a show wich I seen onst. Git
Rich Quick Somebody. Moast of the
book agents wich eums to our house
looks as if they was jest working at
It long enuff to git sumthing to eet &
then git a better job, but this man
looked vary prosper-us.
He dident wait for Pa to ask him
to set down, he sat down in the big-
best chare & started in.
My good man, he sed to Pa, you
have within yure grasp a wunderful
opportunity to delve Into the ded
master minds of the ded past. Thay
are all in yure reech, to borrow from
or disagree with, these wunderful
minds. You can chat with Shake- |
speer, Milton, Byron, Dickens. Thack-
ery—a thousand noabel men. You
will be enchanted to read nitely the,
peris of buty and wisdom that are
contained in this marvelus volume.
Beekun Lites of Llteratur. It is buti-
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, S: is printed
in English, maiking it eesy for you to
reed it. This marvelus volume I am
offering on thL«* trip only for the
ridiculusly low tigger of fifteen dol
lars. Beekun Lites of Literatur, the
moast compre-hensiv work of that
title wich i* in the market to-day.
Fifteen dollars buys it—the works of
the masters.
Has it got the records of the fiters
in- it? sed Pa.
Thare is a grate dcscripshun of the
battle of Waterloo in it, sed the
agent. A* aliushuns to Caesar & other
gra*e fiters. yer, sir.
Has It got Packev McFarland’s rec
ord'.’ sed Pa. & Battling Nelson’s ca
reer?
1 do not understand, sed the agent.
Has it got Ty Cobb's batting 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.
T am afrade not. sed the agent. He
was looking at Pa kind of funny.
Then I doant want it, sed Pa. Any
book that doant have the records of
the grate prize fiters and ball players
in it is no Beekun Lite for me.
I suppoased that I was catling upon
a gentleman of intelligence and ree-
finement, sed the agent. 1 see I.was
mistaken & I will bid you goodnite.
Goodnite. sed Pa. After the agent
was gone Pa beegan to laff. That is
the way to git rid of them, he sed. I
bet I know' moar about the reel
Beekun Lites of Literatur than that
mutt, but I wuddent let him know it.
Husband, sed Ma, sumtimes you
seem reelv brite.
An Unexpected Gift.
He was a shy young man, but in
his 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, w’ould pave the way
to the popping of the great kuestion.
That night he called at her house
and found her alone. Producing a
small, square box from his pocket, he
said, nervously:
"I have ventured to bring you a
small present. Miss Finn, but I am
afraid that perhaps it will not fit your
finger. Will you try it on?”
“Oh, dear,” said the girl, blushing
most becomingly, "this is quite un
expected! \yhy, I never dreamed that
you really oared enough ”
Poor fool! Instead of grasping the
opportunity in both hands, he 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, but had not
yet reached the age where she could
understand the silence that may wrap
itself around a wordless intimacy. In
fact, she demanded speech, frequent
and loving.
One night her brother was study
ing most assiduously his arithmetic
lesson, and. after calling to him sev
eral times without receiving an an
swer. she appealed to her father.
"George is busy.” said father.
“1 know," replied Faith; "but h€
might at least have said, ‘Shut up.’ ”
The largest estate in the United
Kingdom is that belonging to the
Duke of Sutherland, which extends to
729,200 acres.
TT10 female brain commences tn de
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 Fwin, of New York, is contest
ing the will of his aunt. Mrs. Caroline
Ewin. who died in April last, leaving
$100,000 to rescue oats in all parts of
the world—including London’s deserted
house cats 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.
Between Women’s
EtaaSth or Suffering
The main reason why so many
women suffer greatly at times
is because of a run-down con
dition. Debility, poor circula
tion show in headaches, lan
guor, nervousness and worry.
BEECHAM’S
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(Tils Largut Salt •( Any Msdlelne In tfts Wsrlrf)
are the safest, surest, most
convenient and most economi
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system of poisons, purify the
blood, relieve suffering and
ensure such good health and
strength that all the bodily
organs work naturally andprop-
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looks, thousands of women have
proved that Beecham’s Pills
Make All ^
The Difference
Sold everywhere. Ia boxes, 10c.. 25c.
Women will find the directions with every
very-valuable.
Art rowrdra#rtst for
It. If he cannot sup-
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NATIONAL SURGICAL
INSTITUTE
For (he Tre«tm«nt of
DEFORMITIES
EotablUlMd 1*74
•CUTe the deform
ed children a
chance.
Send us their
names, we can
help them.
This Institute Treats Club Feet
Diseases of the Spine. Hip Jolnta
Paralysis, etc. Send for Illustrated
catalog.
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