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A Hemorous Sheet Stery
It's All in the
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MiD the tenme silence filing 10 »
A clbmax the ace of hearts taads
a triumphant appearan:e
the fa'v's'le takie
Three weary-eyed but determin
odly genial mariners, suppressing a
cheer made unconvincing syYmpa
thetic molses in thely threats A
fourth bive. jerseyed Rgure reclining
in his bunk, leaned up on one sibow
te exchange ocular congratulations
with his shipmates
A landeman, leaning back In s
seat, blinked malevolently 8t the king
of hearts he had put down so ¢ anfi
dently & moment age and graduslls
Pecame immersed In the Maies of
mental ar thmetic
“That's Anished’ be siated at
last, with profound gloom That's
the jot'"
“fach o the game arily sum
mariged Mr. Sam FParkin 15 might
fust as sasily have bheen the other
way
The mariners, returning 1o the
to'c'sle, artiessly indulged their joy
in the success of the evening's diver
slon, honestly sttributing much of
thelr success to the peculinr ses ret
virtues of their pack of cards. A falr
share of praise was also aocorded to
the admirable esplonage work per
formed from his bunk by the re
cumbent cook
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The next evening, when work was
done, with the exception of the cook,
they were free to employ themselves
a 8 they desired. The cook, sent on &
fornging expedition by the skipper,
promised 10 be back at the earliest
moment.
“And you can lease it 1o me to
bring back & nice, plump card-player
with me,” he promised, as he took his
departure.
It wan & promise he did not hmme
@lately fulfill, and his shipmates, al
peady gathered in readiness round
the fo'c's’le table, began to be Impa-
Cent.
“Taking a long time like this'”
growled Mr. Parkin. “Wasting money
for us, that's what ‘e's doing. We
ought to ‘ave started playing a long
tme ago.”
“Tell you what!™ suggested Mr.
Forder; “we won't wait for "lm any
jonger. I'l sllp uptown and find
someone to make a fourth. If cookie
brings bsck someone, too, = much
the better; there’ll be twice the profit
soing.”
Mr. Forder, accordingly, hurried
from the ship and went in search of
the right, careless type of sportsman
Scarcely had he departed, than the
cook returned, triumphantly bring
:in mvoyll‘ big, Jovial m:\ of
age with a most promising
and alluring gold watchchain,
“Mr. "Enry Turling,” he announced,
introducing the mewcomer. “A gent
I've just .o& and ‘oo says 'e'd like to
.t.uzus ttle game of cards with
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“That's the idea” admitted Mr.
Turling. *1 like a flutter now and
then. Just a y ®ame, and no
whining nbol;l‘ or crowing over
winning—eh
Mr. Marlow and Mr. Parkin
caught the cook’'s glance, and paid
him mvm tribute for his acumen
in such a guest. Without
-!'1"5:’ the camis were reproduced,
re—they're rather a old
pack,” apologized Mr. Parkin, a little
nervously.
“So long as they ain't marked™
maul) returned Mr. Turling. And
others hglfll delightedly at
Wiu the mrs::‘:uon.
WaSs acco . & seal,
the ..fl:':.- disposed themselves
round the table.
‘w-'o-om' shouted the cook sud
our neuralgy, cookle?’ asked
Mr. Parkin, comprehending, ‘
“Yes; it's come on agaln, awful
“I'm afraid you'll 'ave to leave me
out. I'll lay down for a bit; it's al
better when I lays down.”
he crawled onto the
at rear of Mr. Turling's
1 sald Mr. Purkin “Well,
we'll just make it a three-'anded
game till Bob Forder comes back.
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and see if it docs not make a blessed
difference in vour skin. It aiso
lielps to make red, rough hands and
arms soft and wh'te.
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write to Dept. 1-P, Resinol, Baltmore, Md.
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| The visitor making no demur, the
(game was started The cooli’s ney.
lraleta abating Meall, be was present
' ¢ abdento lean up and ke & wateh
ful interest in the provesdings After
‘"u frst Tue minutes lnck went stead
iy sgainst Mr. Turitng
About half an hour iater, My Perd
or. having falled in his quest, came
back te the fo'"sie He actepted
Lan ptroduction to Mr. Turling and
khl down straghiaway 1o the game
| A glance st the winnings beside Mr.
Parkin and My Marlow gave paint
1o Wl espressed regret for not hav.
| rg returned sooner
Pyt presently 1t was obvious that
something was perplexing Mr. Porder,
[ He kept glancing st the visiter and
glancing thoughtfully away agsin
'm sure Pve come across you be
fore somewhere ™ he remarked as
last
‘And your face i= familiar to me”
sald Mr. Turling “Walt & bit. Al
Now | remember! About Seven
months age!™ "he prompted. “In
MHigh street. Then nest morning at
[the town “ail"™
| “That's i!” agreed Mr Forder,
'nurhly dismayed |
| “No ill-will, 1 ‘ope? asked Mr.
Turling propitiatingly. "It was my‘
dooty, you know.”
* “That's all right” mumbled Mr.
Forder. .
The gmme continued, but Mr
Forder was plainly (] at ease. Soon,
in pretended response to & shout
he pretended (o have heard, he
withdrew to the deck, and & moment
jater he returned to his shipmates
with the statement that the skipper
required the presence of all of them.
“It's only for & minute,” he eox
plained to Mr. Turiing. “You just
stay where you are. We'll be back
in ‘alf a tick, and then we can got
on with the game again”
Reaching the deck with the other
mariners, he drew them to a coign
which promised secrecy.
“A nice thing the cook's done!™
he complained. “Do you know ‘oo
we're playing eards with? Do you
know ‘oose money we're raking In?
A copper's!” |
“A-@ Coppers!’ grasped Mr. Par
kin, ‘
“We're done for” prophesied Mr.
Forder. “This is a pot-up jJob!
We'll all be collared for this Ten]
quid aplece or a month's ‘ard. Cookle
would go and manage a thing mul
that for us, wouldn't ‘e?
“l] couldn't ‘elp 11" said the
ook wretchedly, “It—it wasn't my
fault. 'E sort of made friends with
me and Inviled ‘lsself almost.”
“This is jall for us and promo
tion for 'im!"™ groaned Mr. Parkin
“You're sure ‘e is a pollceman?®
“You ‘eard what ‘e sald to me
Ran me In, ofé night, In the °lgh
street for wanting to find someone
to fight with”
“l supposeé ‘e 'as come ‘ere to catch
us?” sald Mr. Parkin.
. “What else does & copper play
cards for? asked Mr. Marlow. “It's
very plain that chap last night went
and made a complaint at the police
station, and they've put Turling on to
conlnfi us fixed."
“Well, the more 'e loses, the
‘eavier 'e'll manage to make it for
us,” said Mr. Parkin, “What we've
got to do is to let ‘im win. If ‘e wins
off of us, ‘e might not think it worth
‘s while to prosecute. 'E'd rather
pocket the swag and say nothing, 1
should think, by the ook of "fm."”
“That’s right. It's just the chance
we've got to depend on. Let ''m win;
let 'im win every blessed farthing
we've got. It'll come cheaper than
paying ten-pound fines or going to
jail for ‘em, efther. So 'e's got to win,
Understand, cookle?" |
It was evident, half an hour later,
that the cook well understood, for
luck had gone amazingly in Mr. Tur
ling's direction.
“By the way,” =sald Mr. Parkin
presently, endeavoring to take a
careless tone, “we 'ad a little short,
dark chap down ‘ere last night. Won«
der if you've ever come across 'im
by any chance?”
“I ‘ave,” replled Mr. Turling. I
met 'im only this morning, funhy
enough; in fact, it was 'im told me 1
might find a game on down 'ere, if 1
troubled to look for it.”
The shipmates exchanged glances,
and, their worst fears confirmed, luck
was allowed to favor Mr. Turling so
constantly that another twenty min
u‘tu brought the gamé to a conclu
sion, ;
“Well, I'll be going then,” sald Mr.
Turling. *“And thanks for a very
pleasant game. Good sports, you all
are—not to make a fuss when you've
fost down to vour very last lucky six
pence and French pennies and what
nots. It's the first time I've ever won
a silver watch. T think I know a man
I can sell it to.”
“Yes,"” sourly agreed Mr. Marlow,
“to the same man as# you'll sell them
braces to. 'E'll be glad to get 'em
back!”
“Ah, well, 'e’s a bit of a pal of mine,
to tell the truth,” agreed Mr. Turling,
making his way on deck., “And I owe
‘im a good turn. Besides, 'e's a great
believer—a very great believer—in
my skill at cards, so I ought to be
nice to 'im. Well, good evening, gen
tlemen,” he concluded, stepping on to
| the wharf, “I must be getting along.”
“Going on night duty?’ suggested
Mr. Forder.
“No, I'm going straight ‘ome. Mat
ter of fact, the night air don’t agree
with me. Gets on my chest. That's
why I 'ad to resign from the police
force some six months nso. Once
‘again, good night, all, and thanks
very much! You played well. But I
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F OR evening wear the hair is drawn high,
puffed over the top of the head and rolled
into & loose knot as shovn in this sketeh. Curls
are also a feature,
By GARRETT P, SERVISS.
¥ you will watch a cat li Mna\
I and smoothing her fur until it
fits her everywhere like a silken
coat, or & bird sedulously pruning
its feathers until their beauty I»
fully displayed, you will perceive
the working of the same instinct
which causes human beings to
spend a great deal of time and labor
upon the care of their bhair.
The hair has been called “the
greatest natural adornment of the
human body,” and, under the condi
tions of civilized life, it is, perhaps,
more ornamental than useful.
There is certainly no part of the
body which has always, In every
country, and in every state of wo
clety, been treated with so much dis
regard of natural tendencles as the
hair. The interference with It ranges
from efforts at total extirpation to the
most careful training and cultivation.
Thegtorm; Doctor’s Wife
By THE WIFE.
CHAPTER XXL
T was only §:3O--less than two
I hours since Marian Farley had
told me that my husband had
found his mate in Lenore Wallls: In
a wild rage of jealousy, in & tumult
of unwillingness to be pitied, in a
mad desire to strike batk after any
fashion, and to prove to Peter, my
self and the world that, though he no
longer desired me, 1 had not lost all
charm for men, 1 had rushed to the
telephone and recklessly, though de-
Überately, made an appointment to
meet Judge Snow. Once 1 had
fought off his advances. Now I was
inviting them.
Slowly 1 walked homeward. I meant
to put on my most attractfve gown
and my most alluring hat. For a mo
ment 1 was kin with all the desper
ate, deserted women in the world,
who, when love goes, rush to meet &
tawdry substitute. I walked to the
edge of the precipice and looked over,
1 was going to sacrifice my gond
name rather than have the world loog
at me pityingly. 1 told myself about
dying game. Nothing mattered now
—.not my love for Peter nor my chil
dren, nor the parents who bad al
‘ways been so proud of me. Then a
queer thing happened.
~ Out of a gaudy limousine stepped
a bepaipted and bejeweled woman, in
‘whose hard eyes there lay the marks
of the legions of the lost. I looked at
her for a moment, She stood for one
thing in womanhood, I for another, |
And quietly and deliberately—
knowing that 1 was woman enough
to face the agony I had made for my
self in life—ll walked to another tele
phone and broke my engagement with
Judge Snow,
1 knew now that whatever life
brought me I would face it. Isa fight
meant & victory, I could thank God
for that. But at least I must always
make the fight. 1 might have been
unworthy of all who loved me and all’
I loved—but 1 could not be unworthy
of my womanhood. , Something had
come down to me through the ages:
something 1 must reserve and Keep
sacred, '
1 did not know there was anything
melodramatic in my actions. I Knew
only that 1 had expressed myself, and
that in expression I had found relief.
Connie Begins to Realize.
Straight home to the nursery 1
went, and, holding my babies in my
T!fl'.'liulo hepnin, & headdress covered by a
veil which fell over the shoulders. The
husbands of the fifteenth ecentury inveighed
against the fashion.
Fashion has played with the hair
in the most capricious Way, among
savages and civilized men alike. The
hair of the face, which is generally
confined to men, has been more
subject to extreme changes of taste
and fashion than that of the head.
It is comparatively rare for the
head to be shayed or otherwise
artificially denuded of halr, but the
shaving of the face seams Always
to have been practiced from the
time when man first managed to
make cutting instruments of suf
ficient keennes to sever the beard.
The history of the rise and fall of
the mustache, repeated over and
over again, like the swing of &
pendulum, records the fluctuations of
the ideal of masculine beauty, which
seems never to become fixed. Of
course, a great deal depends upon in
dividual peculiarities; nevertheless
there is a cycle of maximum and
)nrms, it came over me suddenly th.u]
Lenore had done much for them, too.
‘Shc had helped save Peterkin. ShJ
had brought Dorothy through her baby |
delicacy to sturdy childhood. They |
loved Lenore, too—but nothing could
take them from me. They were my
bables. Suddenly I became a mo!hor|
in a deeper sense than suffering that
they might come Into the world badl
made me. |
For once in my life I forgot my
self. TFor once In my life my thought
was all for the thing it was right and
kind to do——. I loved Peter then as
1 had never loved him before, and 1
went to offer him his freedom. ‘
He was alone in his office holding
a letter in his shaking hand. On his
lips was the queerest expression I
bad ever seen there. Even in my
strange exaltation of feeling It seem
ed to me that he looked like primi
tive man deprived of what bolonaed'\
to him. ‘
“peter,” I said, “I know about you
and Lenore. I don’t blame you at all.
I haven't been a good wife, I've come |
to offer you your freedom—but let me
have my babies.” .
I bit my lips to steady them. 21
crlgd he might pity me so muech that
‘he would offer to give up Lénore. 1
suppose I got a certain satisfaction
from feeling very noble and good. In
the mldst of my pain I think I stood
off and admired myself. 1 had cast
myself for the injured heroine of my
play. And then Peter turned upon
me suddenly and thrust me into an
other part. ‘
Peter Reads a Letter. |
“Wait a minute, Connie. I want to
read you a letter,” he sald in a cold
voice. ‘“Listen——
“pear Jim-—~Come back. If you ever
cared for me at all, come back. My
little sister is breaking her heart for
you. I did you a teirible wrong when
I let you sacrifice yourself for me
and become engaged to her. And now‘
we mustn't make her suffer for that‘
moment of madness that found me in‘
yvour arms. Come back to Betty. She}
needs your love—and 1 need your
friendship and understanding. To me
you will always be Peter’s best friend. l
To you I will always be his wife—but
why should Betty pay because wo{
have a flght‘ to make? Come back,
Jim. Your duty is to Betty. Yourl
love will be to her soon, 1 think, as
minimum governing the mustache,
which la as rigorous as that of the
snapshots. .
We are now at a mustache mini
mum, and the severity of the soclal
law which produces it is plainly in
dicated by the scarified and uncom
fortably . denuded appearance of
many masculine upper lips which
have been forced into the new fash
fon after having begun life under
the subsiding mustache which was
at its helght In the days of Louls
Napoleon.
In dealing with the hair of the
head or scalp a real art has been de
veloped, which has been sarcastically,
and yet rather happily, called “hair
architecture.” Among clviliged na
tions this art has generally been ex
ercised only upon the halr of women,
but among savages it Is more often
the men who seek to improve their
appearance by such methods,
both my love and duty belong to Pe
ter.”
Peter read the letter slowly. I re
member just how desperately I had
written it at the time when | thought
my own blundering mismanagement
had lost for my little sister the man
she loved so dearly, but whe, through
an exaggerated idea of loyalty to me,
had plunged into an engagement
where his heart had rnot led him.
1 had meant to be tender enough to
call Jim back. 1 had wanted to ap
peal to his splendid but emotional
nature. I had known that logic eould
not move him, and so stupidly and
blindly—as I did in all things in those
days—l had seized on the only weap
on at hand to call Mfm back to Betty.
But that hysterical, ill-considered
letter sounded exactly as if I were
trying to call Jim back to me. It
marked the crowning idlocy of long
years of morbldness that seemed to
me suddenly to have been scarcely
sane, :
“So that's why you offered me my
freedom,” said Peter. There was
death in his voice. ’
(To Be Continued.)
Wireless Emphasis.
She sailed into the telegraph office
and rapped on the counter, As the clerk
came forward to meel her he remem
bered that she had been there about
ten minutes before. He wondered what
she wanted this time.
“Oh,” she said, ‘‘let me have that
telegram I wrote Jjust now; I forgot
something important. 1 wanted to un
derscore ‘perfectly lovely’ in acknowl
edging the receipt of that bracelet, Will
it cost anything extra?"
“No, ma'am,” said the clerk, as ha
handed her the message.
The young hdy‘drew two .heuvy lines
beneath the words and said:
“It's awfully good of you to let rhe
g:)uct'r’x!..t! It will please Arthur ever so
et e :
Only Human Nature.
* “That man wants his photograph to
look as natural as possible,” whispeerd
the assistant to the proprietor of the
studio.
“Then make it as handsome as you
can,” came the quick reply.
' “But—but he's awfully ugly, and in
sists he doesn't want the portrait to
flatter him at all.”
“He wont think it flatters him,” said
the proprietor knowingly. He'll only
feel sure that at last some one has
';x;::?‘ed to catch him looking just
UNDKR large hats the hair is worn low in a
soft loose knot that just escapes the top of
the high collar. For old and young alike, this
style will be popular.
The scalp-lock of the American In
dians, with its attendant adornment
of feathers, and the curious towers
and turrets constructed on the heads
of some African warriors and chiefs,
are examples. On the other hand,
the pigtalls of the Chinese show that
& people posstssing & high degree of
civilization may cuitivate a similar
taste,
Like house architecture, the hair
builders’ art has taken several char
scteristic forms or styles. None of
these styles seems to have been more
beautiful than that of the ancient
Hebrews, whose women were AcCus
tomed to have thelr dark, glossy hair
skilifully plaited, and then confined
with gold and silver pins, and adorn
‘ed with precious stones. Says the
writer of “Solomon's Song” of the
prince’s daughter: “Thine head upon
thee is like carmel, and the halr of
thine head like purple; the king is
' Don’t Bluff in the Love Game,
® Says Dorothy Dix o
l By DOROTHY DIX.
! NE of the most curious things
fO about the love game Is that
I s 0 many men and women try
‘to win it on a bluff,
| Girls, In especial, have the mistaken
,notion that they render themselves
'more attractive by pretending to be
immelhlnc that they are mot. They
affect to be fragile and delicate when
ithey are husky and healthy; to he
esthetic and idealistic when they are
!uhun matter-of-fact; to be iilled with
vague poetic yearnings after the
what-ness-of-the-what when, in
reality, all that they are thinking of
is roast beef and potatoes.
And the line of conversation they
hand out! It is paralyzing! The ever.
thrilling subject of cooking is on the
carpet. The Young Lady Person
calmly observes that she loathes the
sight of a Kkitchen and that she
couldn’t boil water without burningz
it, and that the one thing in life that
she is determined never to do is to
demean herself by performing any
sort of domestic labor,
Can't Stand Children,
Or, perchance, the sonversation
turns upon children. Her exalted
highness tears off a shudder and says
that she doesn’t know how anyonhe
can endure .to have dirty, stickyzfin
gered, troublesome brats hanging
about her, and that, for her part, she
would go farther to avold meeting
a baby than she would a bear.
Or, it may be, that the discussion
’mw to modern extravagance and lit
tle Miss Spendit expresses the opin
’ion that the very least that anyone
‘can live on with any sort of decent
comfort is twenty thousand a year,
and that's genteel poverty,
To hear her talk you would think
that! the girl was a useless. brainless, |
heartless parasite, the kind of woman
who values everythlnd by the dollar
mark, and that a man had better Lie
a rock about his neck and cast him
self into the sea than to marry her.
But be not deceived. The reverse
of this is the truth. In reality the
girl is a sensible, warm-hearted, com
petent little person who will make
the best sort of a wife and mother
Nobody knows why she does it, but,
for some inexplicable reason, she
thinks that she makes herself attrac
tive by assuming what she considered
AHEADDRESSG!&QJMMM
1430, that is at the time of €
of France when the English were driven eutof
Orleans. .
hold In the galleries ™
The Greeks of Athens curled and
netted their halr, and adorned it with
pearis, gems, flowers and ribbons.
The Egyptian men appear generally
to have cut and shaved thair hair,
while the women wore theirs in long
plaits. The Assyrian men, on the
contrary, wore long hair, trained into
curls
The Roman women were among the
first to develop & taste for construc
tions of great height on their heads,.
composed partly of natural and part-
Iy of false, or borrowed, halr, which
was frizszed, colored and ornaménted
with jewels and flowers. Often these
constructions consisted of several
"uofln"pudu!b'muldmo!
Slaves, while the mistress watcied
their operations, and made sugges
tions, with the ald of a mirror, like a
modern Parisian lady superintending
the work of her coiffeur.
to be a grand and romantic attitude
toward life,
The Fibs They Tell.
It's a strange phase of feminine
psychology, but we are all familiar
with it. We have all heard angel
faced young girls calmly lie as they
told that they paid $l5O for dresses
that they ‘made themselves, and that
didn’t cost sls; that they-didn't know
whether you bought a quarter of lamb
or a whole sheep for dinner when
|!hey could beat the butcher down to
the last cent on a cheap cut, and
that they wouldn't think of marry
ing a man who didn't keep a limou
sine, when they would have jumped
at any good young fellow with street
car tlckets.
The more fools the girls in think
ing that they make themselves de
sirable to men by pretending that
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‘they are helpless dolls or extravagant
Efuhlon plates. That's not the sort
of wives men are looking for, and
many a girl's affectation has cost
her a good husband.
When a man thinks about getting
married he is bound to figure the
price, because it's up to him to pay
the bills, He could afford to marry
if he could get a wife who would be
a helpmeet, who could cook and sew,
and manage a house thriftily, and
who wouldn't expect to wear import
ed hats and gowns. But when he
hears a girl talk about a S2OO dress
being a bargain he gets cold feet
and sheers away from the altar,
“ Men Do It, Too.
Men are quite as silly and even
more criminal in the bluff that they
put up about making more morey
than .they do, for when a girl marries
a man underghe delusion that she
is going to shatfe with him in a cham
pagne income it is a Dbitter and
blighting disappointment to find out
A Contented Mether.
A quiet, tranguil mother will trans
mit a more healthful influence than 1
she is extremely nervous from undu
pain. That is why experienced moth
srs are constantly urging expectan
pothers to use the old time remedy
Viother’s Friend, a dependable ex
.ernal treatment obtained at an)
irug store. It relieves undue tensiu:
on the cords and ligaments resultin
from muscular expansion and gent)
soothes the network of fine ner.
threads. It is the one splendid a:
sistant to ease, comfort and safety.
£t Paul ts eredited with having hall
!n decisive influence on the style of
{m with his dictum that &
was shameful for men to wear long'
’Nr and for women not to do so.
| The reign of Elizabeth in England
‘was & period when immense con
structions of hair on women's heads
‘were most popular, bdut in Queen
Anne’s tme this fashion was again
prevalent, and was even carried to
greater lengths. The preparation of
‘& lady's hair for a ball at that time
was often an undertaking requiring
‘two days. About that time, too, the
fashion of powdering the halr becume
common. Simlilar styles prevailed in
France. ‘
If we think that some of these
things wepe ridiculous we have only,
to remember the “chignons” of ths
nineteenth century in order to pers
ceive that nobody can predict or es
cape the vagaries of Dame Fashlen
l(hu! he hasn't even the price of hy
drant water
; One of the main reasons why there
are so many divorces In this country
is because it is considered indelicite
to mention the subject of money be
| fore marriage, though after marriage
| that is bound to be the chief tople
!u{ discussion.
| This isn't giving the girl a square
| deal. Before he marries her, a man
;shu'.!d make it perfectly plain to ay
woman exactly how much money he
;mm\es and what sacrifices she will
have to make If she marries him.
iThcn she can take him, or leave himy
| as she likes,
. There should be no biuffing in the
| love game. It should be played with
Em' the cards, face up, on the table.
WELL, STRONG
EDoctor Recommended Care
dui to Build Up Her
Strengh. Said It Was
a Fine Medicine. _ ;
' MANDARIN, FLA.—%“About 1%
’roeu'l ago, after the birth of wmy
~child,” writes Madame C. Blllard, ot
‘this place, “I was in a very low and
rundown state of health, and was
very weak. Dr, ————— then of
——— .. recommended that I take
Cardul. He was treating me, and
he told me to take it to buvild up my
strength. Said it was a fine medi
cine. 1 took three bottles and It
bullt me up. After the use of two, I
was greatly improved in flesh,
strength and health, in fact was en«
tirely well, but took one more bot
tle to be sure I'd taken enough. I
was able to do my work and was n.'*
well, strong woman.
“l highly recommend !t as a tonle. T
have never had bad health since, have
been well and strong and healthy
ever since.”
Cardul, the woman's tonle, 1= a
medicine prepared from vegetables,
medicinal Ingredients, which have
been found to exert a tonic, bullding
influence.
For over 40 years this medicine has
been used by the women of this
country, and tre thousands of ‘et=
ters, which cone to us every year,
are proof of its real therapeutic,
beneficial mzdicinal value.
If you are in need of a remedy sos
womanly ills, take Cardui, the wo<!
man's tonle. For sale by all druge
gists.——Advertisement‘