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TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“As District Attorney I take your
word, Captain Holbrook," said Gordon
Graham at last, and he little guested
how he waA serving his daughter at
that particular moment.
Thank you.” said the man on parole,
quietly.
"Come, Chief." paid Graham
"Both knobs, gentlemen." said Hol
brook. as they tried the door. “Tt's a
spring lock, remember That's it.
Good-night."
He stood quite still on his hearth
stone for a moment, listening to make
sure, of retreating footsteps
"The T jr>r<\ he praised!" ejaculated
J-ather Shannon piously
"Yes. praise Hi*, by 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 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.
W hen a woman finds that the enemy
ha« been forced to retreat she thlnka
the victory has been won. Jt is men
who are trained in battle- and who
know that retreat mav mask an am
buscade a sortie pml that first honors
oo not decide the conflict
"It Is serious—you don’t know how
serious." sakt the Captain. In a tone
to match his words then Boding the
mask of fear draw over the girls
brightened fate, he determined to bring
a moment of relief again. "Surely It
is serious why, nayther of us darea to
drink a drop of the whisky!” he
laughed
The girl smiled wanly.
Now listen, Aline, my dear SWEAR
TO ME THAT YOU WILL REFUSE
To TALK OF ANYTHING THAT'S
HAPPENED 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 give*
a woman his first command, and she
obeys, she answers him aa well as if
she cried aloud, ”1 love you.” For
when an Independent human soul takes
orders from another and there Is no re
latlonship of fear of master, to man
• then the great ruling power that im
I*els obedience is Love
Aline raised her eyes to the face of
the man to whom shT had given her
heart, but to whom she could not give
herself
' I promise "
"But take your oath So help you
God!'
"You doubt her truth asked the
Fattier, gravely.
No. Father, but I want her to be
able to say that she is under a vow of
silence."
Mine’s eyes had not left her captain’s
fa< e There was h thrill of underlying
joy in being directed by him In her
hour of great peril.
"I swear 1 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 music an unselfish, protecting
love "Remember, that I love you.
Good-night, father, and remember that
i you are taking with you the dearest
1 thing in all the world to me.’’
The Police Return.
I "Good-night, my lad
"ftood-night, and God bless you for a
j true friend Good-night, my lady."
Holbrook’s hand was on the spring
! lock a moment more and be would
i have lifted it to open the door for
j h:s honored guest* 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 Khannon to regain his
position. "Oh. wait a minute—excuse
me Im 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
ease he was far from feeling
"There is a taxi waiting below." said
Dempster, sterniy and accusingly, to
Father Shannon
’ Yes.”
"For you. the chauffeur says
“Yea—but you’re welcome to it." A
smile brushed across the Captain's far*
what an apt pupil in the art of
finesse was ills friend the priest!
"You came in It. James, the man told
me so— This was man to man—and
Father Shannon waa only ".lames' to
the thief now
"I did."
“I’ll phone for another sli down, all
of you/’ said the Captain, as if suddenly
reminded of his duties as a host.
<’hlef Derapater chose to ignore ibis
"The man says, with a woman
"The chauffeur says that?” The fa
ther would do his heat for i be lad and
lass he loved—but the church could not
take upon itaelf the black sin of an out
right lie and the father felt helpless in
the net now.
"Yes the chauffeur says that!"
Holbrook had croaaed 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 but in the second when
the other man had been observing Fa
ther Shannon and not Captain Hol
brook, a *1>, thoughtful expression had
crossed his face that was now so bland
and childlike In its engaging honesty.
There were still a few cards left in his
pack he would play them one at a time
for his queen.
"What's the use of further deception.
Mr. Graham!" exclaimed Holbrook in a
tone of determination to confess a mat
ter and get it over with.
The throe men turned to him with as
tonishment In various terms writ large
on their faces What would he tell?
llow far was he prepared to go?
"Well?” queried Graham, impatiently.
"That item about my engagement to
your daughter was inserted by the so
ciety editress a ‘lady.’ as you’ve just
said, chief she says twas Flagg .the
dead man round the corner that \old
het my call on the man related to
that ”
All the kisses that all the \agabonds
of all the ages have put on the "Blur
ney stone" lifted Captain Holbrook's
lips In a smile of engaging candor and
In a simple little tone of emphasis tie
told the truth as beat 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 sav that if that
lady WAS with fTInv she left before you
came, and that she’s sorry enough for
her part in the matter "
To Be Continued To-morrow.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
f^r-|-^HAT word ‘wlae’ is a funny
j word, ain't It. George?" said
^ the Manicure Lady. "Ther*
was two gents in here this morning
to hav.
* the!
r nail* did.
and
them
waa
wise, only
in
w»j a.
The
flrat gent t
hat
wan a
middle aged fellow
email
town
He told
nr
frank
enough that he didn’t have the habit
of getting manicured, and he said tha
only reason he came in was because
he had three or four hangnail* and
had heard somewhere that h mani
cure could fix hangnails fine. He whs
awful nlca and gentlemanly to me,
and told me that he liked it In the
• mall town better than In the city
He said that he was a merchant In
the email town an<J k was doing ac
well that he wouldn't care to move
Into a cHy whore everything ws» new
and etrange He wasn’t dreseod very
swell, as far as etrle gees, and he
didn’t have no flip talk, but I could
see that he had lots of bralna, and 1
knew he w»i a man.**
"I noticed him when he wont oat, *
•aid the Head Rarber. "He didn ’t
give you no tip, though."
"I 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 tip*, or
he would have tipped me as liberal
ts anybody. And now I want to tel
you about the other kind of a wise
guy that was In.
"This young fellow tells me before
se is In the chair a minute that he
la a wlae flah. He thought he was so
deep that he was all the time saying.
Do you follow me?' I couldn’t have
oat him In hit cheap chatter If I
nad been ten tlmee as etupld as I am
which I ain’t. Yes. he say* he !• a
•rite fish, or a wise owl, I forgo'
which he said, but anyhow wise all
the way. ’If there la anything that
anybody ever put over on me,’ he
•aya, I want somebody to walk up
and tell me. I am good and hep to
everything’ he says
*'Jset when the nice middle aged
fellow was going out this young wart
comes in. The middle-aged man asked
the young fellow which wav to go to
* nd r »«m of scales, and the young
A **«t 49** i go dOWiJ
to the Aquarium and aak a flah?*
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 I gave young !
sporty a swift call for getting freah
with his elders I talked to him
until I had desauated all my eleeanr*
and It didn’t do no good He Just
kept grinning that wise grin of his
at me and winking his right eye He
sure did give that wink a merry
game. "They’ve got to get up earl)
In the a. m. when they put one over
on me. Ambrose the live one.' he sava
to me. ’Maybe I might have let one
go over my head once, but If 1 eve;
did I must have been when 1 Just got
up and was nibbing my eyes, he aaya.
He pulled three of the latest stagf
Jokes, gave me a Imitation of himself
Imitating George Cohan, and polled
a lot of flaah conversation, all during
the time I waa hurrying madly to
get his nalla did and get him out of
the shop
"That le the kind of wise guyo that
our big city Is getting choked up
with, 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 tn 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 fish.”
For the woman who
find* fur beyond her means,
we suggest the use of os
trich combined with velvet
—or of the ever-useful and
warm marabou.
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
bands 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 HtS 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.
Tbe blouse fastens beneath the arm and is held bv straps of beads
that cross under and above the shoulder and finish In ornaments that
tall 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 tunlo of the velvet.
The sleeves are of Bash >olored tulle.—OLIVETTE.
He Was Careful.
Little Tommy was bringing In the
new kitten* to show the visitor. He
brought the flrat two Into the room,
carrying them painstakingly by the
;aila, while they howled and aplt with
! rigor.
Oh. Tommy!” exclaimed the visi
tor, * you muain’t hurt the poor little
jthings "
■ No. madam. I won’t," Tommy re
plied. "I'm carrying them by tho
item*"
A Boon Indeed.
At last,” exclaimed the long-haired
.nventor, 1 have evolved the gi-ate»t
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 tha' will rail out when
• mil. in to a dark orner unde- the
Heie 1 am! He; • 1 amj ”
TT THAT, Mother Dear, is a di-
W 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 that carries its
pie from the table so as not to miss
anything going on in the games out
side. will some day he 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
as 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 he 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’
It is that nohle trait. My Child, that
attributes the failure 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
h© 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-
| ifieation. Child, the ability to cook
well enough to he prepared to keep I
j boarders for a living.
Mhy, Mother, does the woman spend
so much time looking for things at
the grocer's which are the quickest
i to cook?
She wishes to save time. Little One.
, in order that later in the day she may
hav« more of it tdfwastx
A Bachelor’s Diary s
E WRITEC OF A HALLOWE’EN ADVENTURE
By MAX.
O CT. 81.—The eptrlt of Hallow
e'en took possession of my
pretty nurse and of me at ex
actly the lame 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
• wake there ia no use going to bed.
Hhe wore a scarlet coat, and oy
"she” I mean my pretty oompanion,
and I did not know until to-night
what it means to be a woman and for
one brief evening kick all the con
ventions off at one's heel*. Thia
sounds mixed—scarlet coat and the
conventions, but I claim that the
color of the ooat 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 tho cabarets; we did an im
promptu song and danoe ourselves at
one restaurant, and flod before the
tumult of applause. I caught a taxi
cab and we rode for an hour after
that to get back our breaths I
Is no telling what will happen. Wh$n
*he 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 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 files
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 the age of Manette
to wear a scarlet coat, but I ohall re
buke the nurse for appearing in such
a defiant color. The eight of her ien't
good for me.
November 8.—It is just as I pre
dicted. I have laughed many times
over the memory of Hallowe’en, but
the nurse never smile*.
“It la 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 strictly—got up on the
platform in that dance hall, and
danced the tango, and sang—why, I
am overcome with shame. You ought
know now what I can do for a living | to be ashamed of yourself for getting
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. Thers were
three or four hundred dollars in her
hat when we fled, leaving the hand
organ behind us. whioh a very peni
tent young woman will carry to-mor
row to aome charity. The money, I
mean, not the hand orga^n.
She will be penitent. I know her
•ex 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 waa entirely
to blame. I have felt like anything
but a Methodist prayer meeting every
time I have seen her put it on, and
If she will persist in wearing it there
me Into it!"
"It wasn't me,” I retorted. "It waa
the scarlet coat you were wearing."
I saw her later In the day start to
put It on when getting ready fo r a
walk and then look at It dubioaaly.
Then she ran upstairs and came
down wearing all black!
We were sitting In the library th*s
evening, and I had Manette on my
lap. telling her & story, when Tomp
kins called me to the telephone.
ONE 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?
“Hellol”
“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.”
Plu-
”1 can t tell you where she is now. sick mar
I believe ©he l« en her way
rope ”
m£dVr*’ y Pr ' Uy - G1 ~*
.. 1 < ? a - nt her your messag.
fhouKh no dou bt u wouW pUafl( . , •
to have won the admiration of a man
as dlscrlmlratlng as yourself. y “
• ee, I haven t her address, and I nevej
expect to nee her again.”
"Yea, It la too bad. Good-bye"
Then I returned to the llbrarv
ftfl d a R1C mt r<1 ® lookin K somewhat mvs-
t fled The pretty nurse wasted no
time in expressing herself.
"Jeu were talking about me." , h ,
said and you were talking to the
gentleman who took us u, i um -h ■ «
day we spent down town."
u ^ e11 ’” “ n th ® defensive. "What ot
“Nothing; only I wanted you
know that I know."
Then she went back to the book
and I saw that Richards was trvlr.
to suppress a laugh I presume m®
determination not to let that shallow-
pated man ee© the nurse again win
confirm Richards In her suspicion
that a romance Is budding under he.
eyes, but I don’t care.
I am too sick a njan to be awnov.d
by any man’s admiration of
pretty nurse. It Isn't Jealousy, at alL
I hope I am too big a man to
such a aenttment as that. It Is foe
the girl’s sake I fee! that wav. The
man Is wealthy and a spender, and
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 «h. Is a
member of my household I feel »
moral obligation regarding her wel
fare. I should feel Just the sam* tf
it were the cook or one of the maids.
SEVEH RB HAPPTT.
I know the man is not married,
but you gee. 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 wtth 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 heme I can't
have every man I know calling me
up and saying. “Hello, Mas. who was
the queen you had out last night!
Are you gplng to introduce at or
do you Intend to keep her all for
yourself?"
It isn’t the right way to treat a
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 s^e 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 see it. Missus Jenkins bought
one & all the other nahora. The naim
of the book is Beekun Lites of Lit-
eratur.
I 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 nice fur overcoat. He looked like
a man in a show wich I seen onst. Git
Rich Quick Somebody. Moast of the
book agents wlch cums 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 Literatur. It Is buti-
fully bound, as you can see, in mocca
Java binding with a page marked
In the uppeT rit% hand of every leef.
The book opens eeslly, & Is printed
In English, malking It easy for you to
reed It. This marvelus volume I am
offering on thia trip only for the
ridiculusly low figger of fifteen dol
lars. Beekun Lites of Literatur, the
moast compre-hensiv 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 deseripshun of the
battle of Waterloo in it, sed the
agent, & allushuns to Caesar & other
grate 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 Tv Cobb’s batting aver
age foe 1913° sred Pa. & how many
bases he stole? I bet it hasent. 1 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.
Then I dodnt 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 calling upon
a gentleman of intelligence and ree-
flnement, sed the agent. I 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 reely brite.
The largest estate in the United
Kingdom is that belonging to the
Duke of Sutherland* which extends to
739,200 acres.
The female brain commences tc 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 Ewln, of New York. Is contest
ing the will of his aunt. Mrs. Carolina
Ewin. who died in April last, leaving
$100,000 to rescue cats in all part*
the world—including London's desert) >
house cats and those In the Island of
Madeira. In the latter place stray
are so scarce that each, under the will.
would receive about $1,000.
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, would pave the way
to the popping of the great kuestlon.
That night he called at her house
and found her alone. Producing a
small, square box from his pocket, he
said, nervously:
“T 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! Why, I never dreamed that
you really cared 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 w'here 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 he
might at least have said, ‘Shut up.’ ”
Between Women’s
Health 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
PILLS
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