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HEY have built a monument on
top of Town Hill, Province
town, Muss., which 8 the
jumping-off point when going down
Cape Cod, to commemorate the first
landing of the Pilgrims, a month or
80 before they salled across the bay
to Plymouth
This mounment beats Bunker Hill
in the matter of height and was the
occasion of the visit of two Presi
dents to the plcturesque village, but
as far as 1 am concerned, the (lam
Pie 1 discovered while t{ouring the
Cape in my car last summer im
pressed me fur more than the monu
ment did, and might well be dedi
cated to the historical event of which
all the natives are so proud
1 begged and obtained the recipe
for this delicious dish from Miss
Louise (. Paine, president of the
Nautilus Club, an organization that
provides afternoon tea for thirsty
visitors and drinking fountains for
horses and dogs, whether visitors o 1
Tesidents, Migs Paine comes of an
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Peculiar Way in Which Ladyi
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Laurel Hill, Fla.——The following |
advices from this town tell in dvl.nl“
of Mrs. Nellie Moore's peculiar con
dition . |
“About three months ago, I was
taken down with terrible eramp 1
didn't pay much attention to it at
first, but slowly and surely | got
worse until T conld hardly walk, and
I had to go drawn up in a knot. when
I did walk
My busband got me some med®
cine, but it did me no good. | suf
fered that way for a weel Finally,
a motherly old lady told me to get
a Dbottle of Cardui, v'w‘ woman's
tonic, and 1 knew it was a good
medicine from the start I took it
according to directions and in a
short while 1 felt like a new person
“Cardui is like a dear friend to
come and take hold and do woman
tiresome work Now, when | have
heavy work, such as washing, iron
ing, sweeping, or sewing, 1 take a
dose of Cardui, and it seems to go
to all my aching places and relieve
me almost instanth
I advise all suffering wome 0
give Cardui a trial It will do won
ders for them
Give Cardui a trial for your trou
bles. It has helped over a million
women in the past H 0 vears Why
not vou?
At your druggist’s
N. B.—~Write to Ladies Adyvisory
Dept., Chattanvoga M e Co.,
tanvoga, Tem for Special Instructions.
and s4-page book, "H Ireatment for
Women.” sent in vlain wrapper, ou re
quest.—Advi,
Blanche Ring.
{old New England family that, while
| the first members didn’t came over on
| the Mayflower, they are sald to have
| crossed on a smuller veesel of the
same line,
Miss Paine tried to tell me all
about the history of the town, but 1
interrupted her long- enough to ob
tain the following:
One pint soft shell clams. Remove
#acks, wash in several waters to free
from sand. Chop fine. ¥ry out three
medinm slices of fat pork and re
move scraps. Into this put the pre
pared clams and cook a few minutes.
Thicken with flour mixed with a lit
tle rold water. Btir until it becomes
quite thick, Seagon with a little but
ter, pepper and salt if necessary.
00l and bake between crusts same
as apple pie. Serve hot.
‘ Do You Know— |
The invitation cards to a recent
dinner at the Royal Automobile Club
were printed upside down, At the be
ginning of the dinner the.toastmaster
announced, “Gentlemen, you may‘
smoke,” and the coffee was served,
’ then dessert, and so on, working back
to the soup, which came last. Mr.‘
Hucks and Mr. Hamel responded to |
the toasts of their health before they
had been proposed. They sat under
large mirrors, which reflected them
upside down.
The first woman to take up the
diplomatic service as a profression
has just been appointed at Chris
tiania. Miss Henrietta Hoegh, a
pretty woman of 27, is now KFirst Sec
retary of Legation at the Norweglan
Legation in Mexico. She passed her
examination in international law and
political economy two years ago. As
a First Secretary she will have the
privilege of wearing the usual diplo
matic uniform, with the exception of
the ornamental sword and gold
braided breeches.
As a means of preventing small
boys from “hanging on” to motor
cars an engineer has fitted up a con- |
trivance which gives an elertri(‘}
shock to the delinquent. It consists
of a 4 small battery and a coil of wiro.}
80 that by the pressing of a button
the metal parts of the vehicle are
electrically charged, \
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i B. 2. Holloway, secretary of the
Mexican Railways Company, in a lec
ture to the members of the Chartered
Institute of Secretaries, said that Mex
lcans had a special weakness for hats
of the cartwheel tyvpe. It was nothing
lln see @ man wearing a hat worth $3O
or §35 while his sult of clothes was
not worth 10 cents. In one part of the
|~uun|r,\ it had been considered neces-
SArY to pass a law which imposed a
| fine on_every man having & hat more
Cthan 20 inches wide,
! Joseph VonMadarasz, a HWungarian
| Wwho has entered his one hundred an(‘
l“"' vear, is the oldest |'mrllu|nontulun
.’l'x the world “Urcle Joseph,'' as he
s faniliarly called, was clected a dep
ity of the Presburg Diet in 1832, Until
| four vears ago, when he retired, the
ifllw‘lu:‘s of his constituency have never
t failed to return him,
Suggested Compromise.
Chance of weather may have acs
counted for the mood that seized old
Finick as he entered the principal ho
tel of the little country town,
Carefully he chose his seat, leaned
comfortably back, and beckoned the
elderly waiter. 1
“Breaktast, sir?” |
“Yes, i want two eggs,” slowly an
swered Q. F. “l want one fried on
one side, and the other fried on the
other,” s |
The waiter's eye narrowed as he
guzed ut the unperturbed old face, but,
although puzzled, he withdrew, to pass
on the order,
A moment later the kitchen bell
rang furiously,
“Beg pardon, sir”" said the waiter,
“but would you mind repeating your
order? I'm afraid 1 didn't get it quite
corvectly.”
“Certainly. I want two eggs, one of
thiem fried on one side and the other
on the other.”
Into the dim realms of the kitchen
vanished the waited, determination on
his hrow, and returned five minutes
later, red in the face and evidently
flustered
“Excuse me, sir” he said, insinuat
ingly, “but the cook and I have hagd a
few words about your arder. Would
You wind having those eggs scram
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It Is Rather Hard To Be Wide Awake and Contented At the Same Time
The WomanThoul
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By HALL CAINE.
Copyright, 1412, by Hearst's Magazine.
Copyright, 1912, by llearst Magazine.
Copyright ‘n Great Britain. Copyright,
1912 by J. B Lippincott Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Twenty-seventh Chapter—Continued.
She christened Jne her little Irish
bambino, meaning her child; and one
‘l;lzhl in her drawing room, after din
ner, hefore the men had jJolned us,
| «hie catled rae (o her side on the couch,
1t o cigarette, crossed her legs, and
gave us with startling candor her
views of the marriage bond.
! “What can you expeci, you wom
en?’ she sald. “You run after the
'nu'n for their titles--they've very liL
tle else. except debls, voor things—
and what Js the resuit? The first
result i that though you have hought
them vou belong to tnem, Yes, your
Ihrr!.nui owns his beautiful woman,
Just as he owns his Lezutiful horse or
his beautifal dog.”
This was so pointed that I felt my
face growing crimson, but Alma and
the other women only laughed, so the
Countess went on:
“Wait then? Once in a biue moon
cach goes his and her own way with
out £in. -You agree to a sort of part
ner<hip for mutual advantage in which
you live tozether in chastily under
the same roof. What a life! What an
icehousge!”
- Agaln (he other women ‘aughed, but
I felt myse!f blushing deeply.
. “But in the majority of cases it 8
quite otherwise., The business pur
pose achieved, each is open to other
emotions. The man becomes unfaithful
'and the woman, if she has any spirit,
pays him out tit for tat—and why
shouldn’t she?”
| After that [ could bear no more,
1:!7\:1 before 1 knew what 1 was saying
1 blurted out:
~ "But I find that wrong and wickzd.
Infidelity on the part of the man does
‘nnt justify infidelity in the woman.
"I‘he prayer-book says =o0.”
Alma burst out laughing, and the
Countess smiled and continued:
. “Once in a hundred years there
comes a great passion—Dante and
Beatrice, Petrarch and Laura. The
woman meets the right man too late,
What a tragedy! What a daily and
hourly ecrucifixion! Uniess,” said the
C‘cuntess, with nm;,hasig, “ghe is pre
pared to renounce the law ard reject
society and live a life of complete
emancipation. But in a Catholic
country, where there is no divor e,
what woman can afford t 6 do that?
Nobody in the higher class can—espe
clally if she has to sacrifice her title.
So the wise woman avoids scandals,
keeps her little affair with her lover
and herself, and * * * and that's
marriage, my dears.,"”
twitter of approval, led by Alma.
came from the other women, but 1
was quivering with anger and [ said:
“Then marriage i a hypoerisy and
an imposture. If 1 found [ loved some
body better than my husband, I should
go to him in spite of the law, and
gociety, and title and . . . and
everything.”
“Of course, you would, my dear,”
gaid the Countess, smiling at me as
at a child, “but that's because you
are such a sweet, simple, innocent
little Irish bambino.”
It must have been a day or two af
ter this that we were invited to the
Roman Hunt. 1 had no wish to go,
but Alma. who had begun to use me
In order to “save her face” in rela
tion to my husband, induced me to
drive them out in a motor car to the
place in the Campagna where they
were to mount their horses.
“Dear, sweet girl,” sald Alma. “How
could we possibly go without you?"
It was Sunday, and [ sat between
Alma in her riding. habit and my
husband in his riding breeches, while
we ran through the Porta San (Ho
vanni, and past the osterle where
the pleasure-loving Italian people
were playing under the pergolas with
their children, until we eame to the
meeting ground of the hunt, by the
Trappist monastery of Tre Fontane.
The Young Doctor.
A large company of the Roman
aristocracy were gathered there with
their horses and hounds, and they re
ceived Alma and my husband with
great corvdiality. What they thought
of me 1 ¢o not know, except that 1
was a childish and complacent wife:
and when at the sound of the horn
the hunt began, and my husband and
Alma went prancing on with the rest,
without conce looking back, I asked
myself ‘n my shame and distress if
I eould bear my humiliation much
longer.
But then came a moment of unex
vected pleasure. A cheerful voice
o the other side of the car said:
“Good morning, tady Raa.”
It was the young Irish doctor from
the steamer, lis ship had put into
Naples for two' days, and, like Mar
tin Conrad before my marriage, he
bad run up to look at Rome,
“But have you heard the news?"
Le cried.
“What news?”
“About the South Pole Expedition
—they're on their way home.”
“So soon?"
“Yes, they reached New Zealand
onh Saturcay was a week.”
YAng .and . . . and Martin
Conrad 7"
“He's well, and what's better, he
has distinguished himselfl.”
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“So did 1! The way 1 was never
fearing that if they gave Mart half
a chance he would come out on top!
Do or die—~that was his watchword.”
“1 know! 1 know!”
His eyves were sparkling and so 1
suppose were mine, while with a joy
vus rush of racy words (unpunctuat
ed by me with “Yes,"” “Yes" “Yes')
he told of a long dispatch from the
lHeutenant published by one of the
L.ondon papers, in which Martin had
been svecially mentioned -how he
had been put in command of seme
difficult and perilous expedition, and
had worked wonders.
“How splendid! How glorious! How
perfectly magnificent!” [ said.
-~ "len’t {127 said the doctor, and for
& few moments more we bandied
quick questions and replies like chil-
L dren I'hen he said:
~ “But I'm after thinking it's morta!
strange 1 never heard him mention
vou There was only one chum at
- home he used to talk about and that
l\\'us a muan—a boy, 1 meun Mally
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Miss Wilson’s Favorite Photo.
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
LEANOR WILSON is the
daughter of the President of
United States. But that fact
does not serve as a card index %o
“Wilson-Eleanor.” °
Numerous good fairies brought
gifts to her christening, so the
“youngest princess” has claims to dis
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he was calling him--that's short for
Maloney, I suppose.”
“For Mary,” I said.
“Mary, is it? Why, by the saints,
so it is! Where In the name of St.
Patrick hus been the Irish head at
me that I never thought of that be
fore? And vcu were * * * Yes?
Well, by the powers, ye've a right to
be proud of him, for he was thinking
pearls and diamonds of you. 1 was
a little jealous of Mally, 1 remember.
‘Mally’s a stunner,” he used to say.
‘Follow you anywhere, if you wanted
it, in spite of the devil and hell.’”
The sparkling eyves were growing
misty by this time, but the woman in
me made me say—l couldn’t help it—
“l dare say he's had many gir!
friends stnce my time, though?”
“Narra a one. The girls used to be
putting a glime on him in Dublin—
they're the gueens of the world, toe,
thosge Dublin girls—but never a skute
of the eye was he giving to the one of
them. 1 used to think It was werk,
but maybe it wasn’'t * * * ingyhe
Hwan » ¢ » @
I dare not let him finish what T saun
he was going to say -1 didn't know
what would happen to me if he did
‘Bo I jumped in by telling him that, if
‘he would step into the car I would
drive him back to Rome.
He did so, and all the way he {alked
of Martin, his courage and resource
and the hardships he had gone
through, until (with backwerd
thougnts of Alma, and my husbhand
riding away over the Campagna) my
heart, which had been leaping like a
lamb, began tc ache and ache.
We returned bv the Old Appian
Way, where the birds were building
their nests among the crumbling
tombs, through the Porta San Paole,
and past the grave of the “voung
English poet” of whom [ have always
thought it was not so sad that he died
of consunmption as in the bitterness of
n broken heartl.
All this time 1 was so much at
home ywith the young Irish doctor
who was Martin's friend, that it was
not until 1 was putting him down at
his hote! that [ remembered 1 did not
even know his name,
It was O'Sullivan,
Forty-Eighth Chapter.
VERY day during our visit to
Rome [ had reminded myself
of the Reverend Mother's invi
tatlon to call on her, and a sense of
moral taint had prevented me, but
now 1 determined to see her at ieust
by going to benediction at her con
vent church the very next day
It happened, however, that this was
the time when the Artists' Club of
Rome was giving a Veglione (a kind
tinction quite apart from any inherit
ed halo. ‘
Just now she is centering her pow
ers on an effort to prevent the yearly
slaughter of birds that goes on in|
order that Milady Fashion may look
like a feminine version of a blood
thirsty tuft-hunter. 1
Lleanor of the Wilsons is a mod
ern Joan of Arc, who is riding a-tilt
at cruel custom and vicious vanity.
Insiead of a jeweled lance she is
lifting a musical voice. And her
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of fancy dress ball), and as Alma and
my husband desired to go to it, and
were still in the way of using me to
keep themselves in countenance, 1
consented to accompany them on con
dition that I did not dress or dance,
and that they would go with me to
benediction the following day.
“Dear sweet girl!” said Alma. “We
will do whatever you like, Of course,
we will.”
I wore my soft satin without any
ornaments, and my husband merely
put scarlet facings on the lapels of
his evening coat, but Alma was clad
in a gorgeous dress of old gold, with
Oriental skirts which showed her
limbs in front, but had a long train
behind, and made her Jook like a
great vampire bat. .
It was 11 o'clock before we reached
the theater, but already the audi
torium was full, and so well had the
artists done their work of decoration,
making the alr alive with floating
specks of many-colored lights, like
ihe fireflies of Nemi, that the scene
was one of enchantment.
It was difficyglt to believe that on
the other m(‘eaf the walls was the
street, with the clanging electric bells
and people huriying by with their
collars up, for the night was cold,
and it had begun to rain as we came
in, and one poor woman, with a child
under her shawl, was standing by the
entrance trying to sell evening
papers.
I sat alone in a box on the ground
tier, while Alma and my husband and
their friends were below on the level
of the poltroni (ihe stalls) that had
been arranged for the dancing, which
began immediately after we arrived
and went on without a break until
long after midnight.
Supper on Stage.
Then there was supper on the stage
and those who did not eat drank a
good Jdeal until nearly everybody
seemed to be undaer the influence of
wleohol. As a consequence many of
the people, especially some of the
women (not good women, [ fear),
seemed (o lose all control of them
selves, ainging snatches of nolsy
songs, sipping out of the men's
glasses, taking the smoke of clgar
ettes out of the men's mouths, sit
ting on the men's knees, and even
riding astride on the men's arms and
shoulders,
-1 hore these sights as long as 1
could, making many fruitles appeals
to my husband to take me home; and
I was just about to leave of myself,
being sick of the degradation of my
sex, wheu a Kind of rostrum, with an
empty chair on top of It, was caried
in on the shoulders of a number of
men.
| To Be Continued To-morrow, 1
cause is the® defense of her little
feather “broihers and sisters.”
So, for the sake of the birds she
loves, Migs Wilson has become an
actress. ‘
Let Paris rule the weak-minded
sisters who can not think for them
seives. Eleanor Wilson wears no
paradise or aigrettes or orioles’
breasts or wings of crimson warbler.
She can select a pretty hat—and de
sign and make one, too.
“Tvery woman should make her
millinery beautifully merciful instead
of barbarically murderous,” said Miss
Wilson, . %
“Each of us can start a little pri
vate ‘sanctuary’ for the hirds by
showing plainly that we would scorn
to wear these feathered trophies.”
“Then you think a hat unadorned
by the glegance of paradise can still
be as smart as those thousand-dollar
creations we used to see on million
aires’ wives and show girls?” I asked.
“Decidedly yes. Aigrettes and par
adise and soft breasts are absolutely
unnecessary to beauty of appearance
—and fatal to beauty of the spirit.
To wear them is to encourage whole
sale murder. To wear them is to
create
“‘A lawful market, where fine ladies
pay
For plumes to wear on Sabbath and
Christ's Easter Day!’”
Miss Wilson's idea is that we must
remove “murderous millinery” from
the market places of the world.
We have already forced the French
aigrette market to a very bearish
state. But the work has just begun.
Now stop and think, Milady, will
yvour Easter hat be fine and fair with
ribbon and flowers and tulle—or,
shrieking of blood and murder?
“Why are these priceless little lives
sacrificed to decorate us? Not to
keep us warm or fed, or well—just
to wear as tufts of trimming!” ex
claimed Miss Wllson.
All for the Cause,
Then she smiled and added in a
voice that suggésts her fitness to por
tray the musical-voiced bird-spirit or
any ‘right-princess, good-fairy char-!
acter:
“I am willing to talk for the cause,
but don't make this an interview, 1
want you to help me tell all our
country of the cause. It is beautiful
and worthy, so 1 am happy and proud
to play my part in helping save the
birds, But please make this a little
chat instead of an ‘interview.' Ask
me questions and I'll try to supply
the answers."”
Her smile warmed me even while
her words suggested that it would he
well to be quick and terse and allow
the leading lady to return to re
hearsal.
That smile serves as a handshake
and a welcome to my circle of ac
quaintances and an enrollment among
the Kleanor Wilson fans all at once.
It flashes a spark of sympathy fromn
grave gray-blue eyes and sets the
slender oval face, shadowed hy soft,
wavy hair, all aglow, That smile
wouid muake the fortune of a real
stage star-—or an aspirant to political
honors.
The Portia of the birds is a tall,
slender girl of the sane, wholesome
outdoor type. And she dresses with
the delightful air of wearing clothes
that belong to her instead of in some
shop window,
A dark blue velvet suit with deep
cuffs and square collar of mar'.in|
brought out glints of blue in her eves
and of martin brown in her hair anl
accented the whiteness of her throat,
A big black velvet hat with rolling
brim hore two uncurled ostrich feath.
ers whose king's Llue fronds deepened
to midnight darkness at the edges,
“Do you like to act?” asked the in
terviewer with businesslice hbreviiy,
“1s it the cause you are acling for or
for the joy of acting?”
“Indeed, 1 ‘do likte'ncting—it s one
of the arts. I feel just as any givi
would about that.”
“How about .our little four-footef
friends ?” asked the interviewer, look
ing guiltily at her own furs and neg
lecting to remember that Miss Wilson
was fortified agadinst winter's tar.iy
blizzard, too.
She smiled at the little fitch head I
was holding up for sympathy, and
snuggled into the warmth of her own
soft martin collar. .
“Honestly, I never ‘thought about
them,” she confessed. *I suppose that
will come next. But' it isn't such a
crying evil, since furs are worn for
protection. Animals prey and destroy
-—they can fight with tecoth and claw
and take care of themselves. But
when we have secured the safety of
the helpless birds—l suppose there
will be a decided ‘next’ in my heart.”
“You are giving yvour afternoons to
a cause somewhat superior to the
popular one—of tango teas,” I ven
tured—at random.
Eleanor Wilson's smile robbed her
answer of all sting. -
“But I won't talk about anything
but the cause. I am here to play big
gister to the birds. If my words will
help their sad case. you are welcome
to guote our little chat.” S
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fnal aviators!” said I in valedictory.
But I don't know whether or not
President’'s daughter approves of the
tango! Only lam sure the grace 8
sweet manner she brings to the
of the Bird Spirit when she appea
on the stage as Ornis would make h
a delight to the eyes as fairy sprit
or modern girl a-sway to music &
violin instead of bird notes.
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“Stella,”” he murmured passionatelf;
“I want—=""
“Just lock at that beautiful star,
coolly replied the maid.
“There is but one star for my eyes,
answered the lovesick youth.
“It's getting chilly,” cried Stel
drawing her cloak around her. “Let!
get inside.” i
» But determination had come to 1
vouth at last, and planting himself i
the middle of the garden path, he blurt
ed out:
“This is the last time I shall as
you—-""
“Look here, Jimmy,” impatientif
broke in theda msel, “how many tim
are you going to ask me to mar
you."
“Stella, I'm thinking this will be ¥o
last chance, Ono nfghe other th
girls 1 have proposed shows signs ¢
weakening!”’