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Cecil Cunningham Tells Girls
How to Bleep Correctly
By MAUDE MILLER.
. t r WAN'T to tell ovory girl of to
day who has an imagination
of any kind to be very care
ful lest she overexerel.se it,” says Miss
rprji Cunningham, of the "Oh, I Say”
Musical Comedy Company. "Per
haps this will sound strange to those
of you who have always thought an
Imagination nothing less than a gift
from Heaven, but I have seen many
pretty girls lose thefr looks from
nothing more nor less than imagin
ing things that had not occurred, nor
were ever likely to happen.
•imagination—I will admit that it
gives us all an insight into the high
er ideals and meanings of life, that
without It life would be hardly worth
living but don't overdo it, or harm
will surely come of it. For instance,
every girl knows how necessary long
consecutive hours of sleep are to
beauty and good health. To sleep, we
must first relax, first the hands and
anus and then the rest of the body,
until every muscle »s resting, an '
then we must relax the mind. We
must forget that there is anything
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Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held end copyrighted by
lntfcril&tlonul News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“I am her father, Chief Dempster,
and I am District Attorney,” said
Graham, fighting as man will ever do
for hia ow/i. But the unasked, un
answered question was how far this
proud father would fight when he
learned the full measure of guilt that
he would never believe until it was
confessed as tin- black truth. A man
who will defend his woman against
the world until she is driven to con
fess the truth—a man who must be
lieve that' what he loves is pure and
innocent until she convicts herself
odt of her own mouth—may find that
guilt confessed—truth—has the power
to puench the flame of love that the
world's suspicion has only fanned
higher. Justice ami duty were Gor
don Graham’s fetish; his oath to his
country bound him; what would he,
what must he do, when he found how
far his daughter had brought herself
under the displeasure of the laws of
his land?
“That won’t stop nv now. I’ll take j
this case oyer your head to the At
torney General. * * * I arrest j
them both,” said Dempster, with cold j stayed close and warm in the sanc-
allegjance to duty jiv. he saw it. | mary of her lover’s arms—and then
“What can you gain by her arrest j in a tone that rumbled through het
to-night?” asked Graham. j consciousness with the Irresistible
“By a proper examination I’ll get | power f a car of steel on a track of
& Science
A Geological Aristocrat Who
Has Outlived His Time
“May I speak?”
Aline nodded her head • • •
“Yes,” she murmured.
“She has confessed to me—her
priest—HER SECRET MARRIAGE.”
There was an absolute hush of
waiting in the room. Amazement was
written on Graham’s face—and a
syptic smile played about the Chiefs
lips—the game moved fast, indeed!
Defying the world for her if ne *d
be, in exalted triumph Holbrook took
Aline Into his arms. She crept into
their sanctuary—and watched with
trustful joy, the while ho threw up
his head in challenge—and cried in
joyous triumph:
“THERE IS A LAW THAT PRO
TECTS EITHER HUSBAND OR
WIFE FR<)M T I: S T I F Y I N G
AGAINST THE OTHER—IS THERE
NOT?”
The other men slowly nodded.
“WELL. THE... G EX T L E M E N,
YOU’EE GET NOTHING FROM
EITHER OF US, FOR THIS LADY
IS MY WIFE!”
Gordon Graham felt In a flash that
this was why he had not liked Aline s
“world man”—because he had felt in
Holbrook ihe possibility for just such
clandestine sneaking of what he
wanted. And Chief Dempster hard
ened in his conviction that these two
were a clever pair who would bear
watching—and watching apart.
Aline Paroled.
And Father Shannon wondered if
ever a lie had been told in so noble a
cause.
For just one joyous moment Aline
Bv GARRETT P. SERVISS
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But the antagonists confronting |
This unusual
ERE again Is the war of races — j picture shows
the play of the terrible law the caenolestes
that life must live upon life , urpr U e d while
one another in this picture—the little j raiding a bird s
humming-bird, with Its defending j nest for eggs,
lance, and the mouse-like creature The mother bird
seeking the eg*.* -possess a partleu 1 furiously
lar Interest, because one o£ them is ; lrying tQ driv „
what a French naturalist calls a “reve ^ ^ thieving
nat”; that is to say. a “ghost.” thougl ' ,
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Miss Cecil Cunningham.
Dlse in the world but s! i «n
I most immediately sleej> will cony
1 dairrt us. But now take the im-
I aginative girl.
j She Is Weary.
She goes to bed weary of L-.
[but with a mind .alert and wid
[awake. She plans the doings of the
[next day- she remembers " b st *M.
/lephone message that sue lias for-
Dotten to deliver to some m« mber of
[the family, she decides to have a gown
made over, and wonders whether or
I t fur trimming would b upi-ro; r -
And eVefy minute she is getting
fr and Aider awake. She fosse*?
If'ssly from side to side, and tinudv
[Vhen slip does fhll asleep h*r
test is hiled with dreams. The per
lion Who gets the most henefl from
»>ep never dreams. A couple of
Dghts like this, and the girl’s nerves
1 will be all bn edge, she will be half
: nek, and all because of an over-
I f ver ised imagination.
Imagination has everything to do
| with one’s proper breathing, ar.d I ;
wi’d tell you why. Imagining any INnd 1
°f an experience plan's on the nerve.- - ,
I stimulates the heart action, and;
[makes the breath irreguar Art.
• wo don’t breatlte properly w •
:, 'e hollow chests and sallow skin. :
^ remember how 1 disliked having my J
I 1 ut to snow tn> fleck
Moulders when l first went on the i
but now i realize that it is
Kittipiv revealing the results of a n "d
' ’ ng ^.ppara tus; and I am ? •
!•' hf* able to show what I have don* ;
tot myself.
t’ < i8 Vocal Cords
• cnising the vocal cords is spU n- *
G-)bd nu iivm
£ h to good health—and to the
strength, comfort and cheerful
ness which depend on thecor.di-
tion of health—are the famous,
time-tested, safe and speedy
'jogq
“The person
who gets the
most benefit
from sleep
never dreame,”
says Miss
Cunningham.
‘ The imaginative
■'i gotrs to
d v. ea . y of
1 ’rjy, but
! r rt i a mind.
■ ■IlC lasses
ft bin side to side,
V and finally,
when she does
sleep, dreams.”
■r developing the neck and -s.'umi
never mind about your voice—•
nre not expecting to find in
Jio a!
you a second Tetrazzini just because
you have discovered a way to round
out the ugly hollows in ybur neck and
to regulate your entire breathing ap
paratus.
“Jf you can control your imagina
tion, I can think of no more delight
ful thing to possess. It will help to
while away many a long dreary hour;
but be careful, it is so apt to control
YOU, and when you have lost the
I upper hand, to lead you into paths
where excitement holds sway, and
where your nerves are liable to play
all sorts of tricks on you. I hope a
great many of you will recognize the
truth in these few suggestions and
benefit by them.”
something from him or her.”
While trie father ar.d the law fought
for the girl, Holbrook had stood pas
sively by—watching, watching keen
ly for a ray of light through some
chink in the armor of the law. Now
he threw up his head with a motion
of strength he might have learned
from some stag in the fore®* when
th(it crr.fiture tossed its head in ani
mal supplication to the power of some
god- of the wild.
“Aline,” he said in a tone of Quiet
conviction ami power that sent, a wave
of new strength to the girl who had
been cowering against the heavy ta
ble where her fat); r fought for Imr
against the merciless enem** she had
evoked. “Aline, there is a law thut
will prtoect—us!”
The Wav Out.
..“US”—ho\V that word carried com
fort to the girl! He was offering her
, an absolute partnership—to which he
brought everything of faith and loy
alty and clever, determination. He
was quietly sharing her burden here
before them all. And in another mo-
men! »he would know how absolute!V j
he vas xh ting \ ui might befall her j
for weal or woe!
“Let me ask Father Shannon on^ |
question, gentlemen? Only one, m n.l i
you—no niotc ” j
“FATN£R SHANNON. HAS NOT
THIS LADY CONFESSED TO YOU
HER SECRET MARRIAGE?”
HolbrrmU’^ eyes flamed with domi- |
nant purpose. The priest faced him
for a moment. There waj* a momen
pause—a moment linked with
great mystery of one man’s impelling
influence over his fellows. At lA3t
Father Shannon turned his eves from
the Captain to the girl.
steel, came Chief Dempster’s voice:
“You may take the girl home with
you, Graham—but she is—my pris
oner. Your parole that you will keep
her so.”
Jn unspeakable agony the father
bowed his shamed head.
“As for Captain Holbrook—he may
come with me.”
“Where? Where? Oh, no—it isn’t
fair—not him—I
A line's voice rose in the shrill stac
cato of onruehlng hysteria.
“Aline!” commanded Holbrook
sternly, while his arms tightened
their strength-giving, tender hold.
“They are to get nothing from either
of us. You are to say no word. Re
member—I command you to be si
lent.”
”1 will—my vow—oh, Larry, Lar
ry,” she murmured, weakly, lying
spent and inert in his arms.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Daysey Mavme
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Attacking a humming bird’s nest.
By FRANCES L. GAJRSIDE.
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Up-to-Date
Jokes
© © The Manicure Lady ©
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
^4 WAS reading a poem last night year. Wilfred wrote some line® on
£ that was wrote by ft gent the back of a looking glass up to the
* house last night. There was a lot of
named Mister Poe,” said ‘he
M. nicure Lady. “The name of it was
the name of some bird, something like
a ' V and, gee! George, that poem
a d • i'ii chills run up and down my
.-pine for fair. I think it must be
grand to be able to write poems and
frighten people/’
’ i don't see any class to frighte*?-
ing people,” declared the Head Bar
ber. “Why didn’t he write something
to make them laugh?”
Vnv clown could do that,” said ths
AT a a; cure Ladj “But this piece was
;r>i• urd for a clown to write. Part
of i' w nt, 'Ah, distinctly I remember,
it v is in the bleak December.’ I
cor/d see the dead leaves flying when
! r* a*l them lines And that makes
in- • link,. George, of something that
l.n/ 1 me a let of times. Why Is it'
8 b UM r in tiic fati
ih in the spring? I try ‘ to be
hr and merry like a. little song-
i ; all of a sudden I think about
ho'-. A'ort a time we are here, or
. . - iij• . that died in a railroad
wi < r the Giants in the last
■i s Se ries, and all my happiness
-hot to pieces. That’s the way I
m -i every fall since 1 can re-
Tiber.”
paper and a fountain pen in the writ
ing desk, but Wilfred noticed that
Burns and the other old poets wouid
go around and write lines on window
! panes and in the front of books, so
| he has to do the same. These here :S
! the lines he wrote:
‘The trees are bare .and everywhere—
The smell of frost is in the air.
The mind grows somber as it thinks
Of winter, and my poor soul shrinks
At the thought of wind howling from
the north,
Snow drifts, frozen pipes, and so
forth.
Each life is like a single year—
First in the spring we happy appear,
Then in the summer life we enjoy,
And in the winter we can find no
Joy.”
“You naughty, cruel boy!" said the
very fashionably dressed young wom
an, who was taking a stroll in the
park, to the urchin whom she found
despoiling a bird’s nest. “How can
you be so heartless as to take those
eggs?. Think of the poor mother-bird
when she comes back and ”
“That's all right, miss,” interrupted
the boy; “the mother-bird is dead.”
The young woman’s expression re
flected disbelief.
“How do you know?” she asked,
6harply.
“ ’Cos I sees ’er on your at,” was
the reply.
* * *
The cabby regarded with ft gleam
of delight the taxi which had broken
down, but did not speak.
The chauffeur began operating on
his machine. He turned a,nd twi»t*d
it, and banged it, but to no Avail, and
still the cabby spoke not. Then the
chauffeur wiped hLs brow, and tho
cabby, still with the gleam !n his eye,
crossed over.
“’Ere,” he exclaimed, grimly, hold
ing out his whip. “ ’Ere yer are, mis
ter; ‘it Mm with this.”
“It rhymes all right,” said the Head
Barber, but I can’t see no gr/At j That is a good story which has been
amount of sense to it.” ! told about < ecil Rhodes and the but-
“I 'thought it was kind of minor j tons of his jacket. A habit with him
league myself,” said the Manicure ! was to mak* a particular coat «o
Lady, “but I suppose po«ts has thc.'f i much ;i favorite that he would wear
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off days the same as barbers.”
Anticipation.
“I that way, too,” said the
He ad Barber. “All my creditors come
; ,r- .'i d then ami tell about that it Is
going to be a long, hard winter, and
at kl I please kick in with at leait
part of th«' amount.”
”lt ain’t no money trouble that
makes me blue in the fall,” said the |
Manicure Lady. "It must be because . . . 4 .. . „ , _
of %•;.!■ when eDIfy- | morT1,n untl * * at n l£ht, and only
_• i, getting through. Nothing | hour off. Think of it. mate!”
"Lumme!" replied the other. “And
bw long ’ave you been there?”
“ ’Alio, Bill! I ’aven't seen you for
weeks ” Bill’s pal stopped suddenly.
Then: “But wot's wrong, man?” he
asked. “You’re lookin’ mighty seedy.
Been ill—eh?” Mrs. Newlywed
Bill passed a horny hands Heroes hie J l e
brow. * - *
“No,” he replied, “I ain’t been ill. It’*
work wot’e doin' for me--work from 7 in
it every day.
One < oat which had beep through
this ordeal ho sent at last to the tailor
to be cleaned and mended, and he got
back the reply:
”\Ye regret that all we can do wlt.i
the garment is to make a new coat to
match the buttons.”
everywhere. Ia boxes, 10c., 25c.
ii be more sad to look at than a
without no leaves on It, but that
what your lamp® rests on the m‘n-
i)ii go for a drive in the park.
;;fred f els the same way I do about
He says that ever' dead leaf is
. ghost of some dead lover. Of
ii I don't take no stock in that
of it but he is all the time
. »nitt«r about love and we all let
m hav his wav up to the house,
; w it is wrong to cross a poet.
uM g. ni is the only one that geii
him. but I think down in hi*
he feels kind of proud of Wll-
when the ooor boy manages *o
or, of his poems in a magazine.
r n : ’ g again. As
- . . ing, this is a blue time of told im’they were out.
J
r
was . fairly
It was
jubilant
hubby's
"I ain't been there yet,” retorted Bill
“Begin to-morrer,” he added gloomily,
as he slowly mouched off.
Ker Vendetta.
Mrs. Tiptop—I am sorry you were not
at my reception last evening.
Mrs. Highup (coldly)—I received no
invitation.
Mrs Tiptop (with affected surprise),
—Indeed ? It must lmve miscarried. l| • -u
had among m> guests three fort -pi i Jen.”
counts. v ho w.-t
Mrs. Highup So that ;s where they
were 0 I desired to engage them last
evening to wait at table at our card
parti supper, but the employment agent
•Your mother never halted your fath
er a pie like that, dW she, darling?"
said she. as poor hubby tried to eat it.
"No, dear,' he replied. “Father Is
still alive and hearty. ’
* * *
“Yes.” said the meek looking man
“I've no doubt vou’ve had some great
hunting experience in your travels
abro- d."
“I have. Indeed.”
“Buffalo hunting”
“Y'es.”
“And beftr hunting”
“Of course.”
“Weil, you let my wif< take you house
huniing < xperier t . ? it yobr travels
Then you'll begin to know what reai
excitement is.”
jL the World’s a si age. and for
performance Is greater care
ken to provide fitting and
costly special scenery than when a gir!
expects her beau.
For him are provided the newest and
most artistic scenic drops; for him the
alluring, lllusionizing lights, and for him
every skill a girl may command to give
a finished and pleasing performance.
Daysey Mayme Appleton had put on I
all her special scenery. There was a j
big easy chair which would make a man '
long to stay forever; a lamp with a j
pink shade that reflected a becoming
tint on Daysey Mayme’s face, her most
becoming dress, her hair as fluffy as if
she had combed it with an egg beatfer,
and a plate of fudge in a melting rhcod
of stickiness.
The stage was set for 7:30, and Day
sey Mayme with a set srnile on her face
sat waiting for the audience and the
performance to begin.
He had not appeared when the clock
struck eight; no word had been received
from him when the clock struck nine,
and at ten Daysey Mayme, with her
hair beginning to show need of the egg
beatar and tho squares of fudge melt
ing into a sticky mass, turned out the
light,-retired to her room and took off
her special scenery with eyes filled with
tears.
Every woman’s morning attire is a
proof that all wash goods fade. Daysey
Mayme on the morning following her
disappointment, wore a cabco dress that
gave no hint of its original color, her
complexion was still on the dresser and
her hair was divided sharpiy into little
rectangular plot* like a nfewly laid out
suburban tract, with a wad of hair over
a curler in the center of each tract.
She was looking like the wash on the
kitchen olotheshorse and feeling as vi
vacious as a bottle of ginger ale left
uncorked since day before yesterday,
when the doorbell rang and she an
swered it.
There stood the man for whom the
stage had been set the night before! In
the semi-darkness of the hall he began
an explanation of how he had been de
layed by a wreck on the road, which
explanation ended with a yell of terror
and his sudden plunge down the hall
and out the door when the paflor was
reached and he had caught a look at
Daysey Mayme.
It is a rare misfortune for which re
dress may not be sought in suing a
railroad, and the farmer who loses a
scrubby, puny ealf and sues for the val
ue of an imported black-faced Hereford
is not the only on*- who sees exagger
ated post-mortem values and opportu
nities.
Daysey Mayme Also saw exaggerated
post-mortem values and opportunities,
and has brought suit against the rail
road for $0,000 for the lops of ft possible
road for $80,000 for the loss of a possible
husband!
hot In the ordinary acceptation of
that term. It looks like a mouse, but
Is none. It is a geological survivor,
ft left-over from the most remote an
tiquity, a representative of the inhab
itants of this globe millions of years
ego. During all that tremendous
lapse of time it has retained the
characteristics of its ancestors, whose
tombs are more ancient than the hills.
If length of pedigree and rarity of
connections are marks of aristocracy,
this animal must rank as one of the
bluest-blooded of the earth’s Inhab
itants. It dwells In Central America,
but is so seldom seen even by the In
dians who haunt the woods of Colom
bia and Ecuador that it has no gen
erally recognized popular name.
Around Bogota it Is called the "raton
runcho,” or opossum rat. Naturalists
name it the caenolestes.” It lives
among the upper branches of trees,
raiding the nests of small birds and
keeping itself .secluded from observa
tion, as if it felt that It does not be
long to the age in which It finds it
self.
ITS ANTECEDENTS.
To the unscientific eye there is noth
ing remarkable in its appearance. But
here outside looks go for nothing.
The naturalist finds that the caeno
lestes possesses anatomical character
istic* that it must have retained since
Trlassic times How long ago that
was it is useless to try to tell, because
the geological perioJb cannot be meas
ured in centuries. But It was before
what ?s called the Age of the Great
Reptiles. Those giants, coming after
it, have all disappeared, leaving their
wonderful skeletons In the rocks, and
yet this little creature survives, and
shows tue same peculiar set of jaw
that characterized its forefathers in
the beginning of time. It recalls that
famous royal family of Europe whose
representatives still sit upon thrones
and whose facial expression never va
ries.
MANY IN AUSTRALIA.
A curious fact in connection with
the caenoleates is that other ajiimaia
of a similar kind have survived in
much greater variety In Australia, a
ontlnent that is as remarkable for its
| curious animals as for its singular
| situation, away off by itself. Geolo
gists believe that before, and partly
! 'luring Trlassic times, a great conti-
j r.ental arm united Australia and South
America. Then, perhaps, the ances
tors of the caenolestes lived in all
portions of the huge continent that
was thus formed, but after tha con
vulsion that separated America from
Australia occurred the descendants of
these animals rapidly died out 1ft
America, leaving finally only the rare
little creature that we have described
to make war upon the humming bird*
of the tropics.
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are absolutely
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Impossible, El- !
s or the house, j keep
faultfinder. "1 lutel
were a lady’s
o f w:i . ma’am,” calmly re-
girl, “until L came to work
Hi* Sense of Humor.
“One of the characteristics of my old
comrade, Amos Stillman, was bravery
In actual figMIng service," said the Old
soldier. “Another characteristic was a
*pne»* of humor which stood him In
good stead, even in the face of danger,
find contributed not a little to the gay-
ety of hi« comrades.
“At the battle of Cold Harbor, Just
before making the charge and while un
der tl>e Confederate fire, our corporai.
who was more than 6 fe#* high, and
scarcely bigger around than a gun bar
rel, became excited as thb enemy * bul
lets plowed up the earth abcut him.
What kind of a place is this to
man in?’ he demanded; ’abso-
ely without protection!’
“lie had no more than spoken when
Private fttiilman stuck his ramrod in
th«» ground:
“ ‘Here, Corporal/, said he, ‘get be
hind this.’ ” f
HIS morning I woke up in my
little white bed with the
thought that something out of
the ordinary was going to happen,
j My little French clock was ticking
vigorously out in the den on my desk,
the pink and white pillows on f he
couch were rumpled up just as I had
left them last night—and suddenly 1
remembered Dr. Hammond was com
ing down ana I was quite excited. I
was curious, and I did think he was
adorable when he told me quite
plainly that he was coming down to
sec me. I guess girls are all the
same. We all like th stormed-in-a-
castle feeling that some men use to
ward us quite as a matter of fact.
That was this morning, and now
here I am in the library reflecting on
the good and bad possibilities of my
latest caller. Ib isn’t as if I had the
chance to put out my hand and take
him — that would be absurd on mv part
—it’s just to be able to meet any kind
of a difficulty that mieht arise.
“You’re the strangest girl,” he said
to me to-night.
“Why am I Ptfange?” I answered.
"You might not like me to tell you,”
he said
“Yes, I would; please go on.”
“Well, I can’t quite make you out.
You are a combination of frivolity and
seriousness that is quite enough to
keep anyone guessing.”
“Are any of the c like me?” I
said, flippantly, “and why am I frivo
lous?”
Some Plain Truths.
“Well, no. to your first question, al
though I have a pretty good time with
them. An»l why are you frivolous?
Because you like to dress well, and
everything you wear Is out of the
ordinary.”
“Not very good proof,” I rejoined
“T don’t see why I have to be dubbed
frivolous for that. How would you
like to hear a f«*w thing* about your
self?”
He laughed. “Well, In the first
place,” I went on, “you are conceited.
I think the nurse* spoil you. In the
second place you are somnwhftt seif,
ish: you do only what you like to do.
and In the third place, you really
ARE nice.”
“Well, that’s something like,” he
said eagerly, pulling hi* cbaip closer;
"now let's get down to busings®’*
“Business?” } queried politely, and
he laughed.
“Gee, you ARE different,” he said
again, running hi* fingers through his
hair In a funny, boyish way he has
“T believe you fra id that before.’* I
»ald, demurely, drawing away from
the hand that was suddenly stretched
out for mine. And ihen I knew that I
really did like him
“I’m afraid,” I *ald. severely, “that
those nur® : spoil you worse than even
I imagined. You really need some
very severe discipline. I think I shall
being right now.” And I did, if stern-
Do You Know—
Iv repulping all his advances meant
severe discipline. I guess he liked
me as well as the nicest nurse, too, if j
I wouldn’t say good-night in the :
“proper way.” I’m not fond of having j
people touch me anyway, hut I sup
pose the right one WOULD make a
difference. But how am I to know j
when the right one docs come along, i
and when the right time cornea and !
all the other hundred and one things
that one has to know, I suppose?
Anyway, I don't think he's a bit .serl-i
ous with me.
“Gome and see me again,” I said, as
he was leaving.
“You haven't,.been so very nice to
me,” ho. anewdred.
"Don’t tell me that you have to be
bribed, and do you still think I'm very
strange?”
Not Changed,
“I haven’t changed mv opinion of
you at all," he said, decidedly,
“And still I have my Illusions,” I
interrupted, rather breathless!v.
“WhflLt do you mean?" he said, his
fingers tightening on mine.
“Nothing at all,” I said, drawing
back; ‘'that will give you something
to thing about.”
“Till next time," he said, under his
breath. And then the door closed, and
1 went slowly upstairs. My pink lamp
was lighted In the den and my clock
was ticking Just as it had been when
I woke up in the morning, t brushed
hack a lock of hair, reflectively, u n.l
my hand had that same funny medi
cine smell. Th« n I curled tin among
the pink and white pillows of ny
couch and had a good think
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and takes an almost human interest
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he barks disgustedly. If the shot Is
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During the evening the mrvnkeys dis
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