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BEATRICE FAIRFAX’
Novelized from the Great Film Play by BEATRICE V'AIRFAX
Episode 12, Installment 3. }
““CURIOSITY." |
(Novelized from the scenario ofl
Basil Dickey and produced in motion
riflurn by Wharton, Inc, Stu,dio-i
or the International Film S.rweo.)l
By Beatrice Fairfax. |
(Copyright, 1916, International Nown‘
Service,)
“S O vou're not afraid, my h--ulrl
ty?" said Brown. He linger
ed on the last word with a
certain grim suggestiveness which
made me shudder. But | covered the
shudder with a smile.
“Not afrald, eh? Well, we'll see
From one of his pockes thé man
pulled out a large-mouthed bottle,
which my brain mechanically regis
tered must hold about four ounces
~of something . Very carefully he
uncorked it. 1 found myself watch
ing with a certain fascinated feeling
that I must not lose a single move
ment on the part of this big, brutal,
gorilla-like man, Slowly and with
infinite caution he spilled a drop or
two of the ligquid on the wooden cen
tertable.
As the first Arop fell to the var
nished surface a puff of smoke rose
A second f ‘lowed it and | saw there
were two t. .y holes burned in the
table.
The man turned toward me and
held the bottle poised as if to throw
In full in my face,
The Terrible Threat.
“We won't shoot you, my beauty,
but we'll spoil your face’ sald hc-.l
Every word fell grim and meas
ured and slow. What | had seen
carrfed conviction and utter horror
to my mind.
To go through life mutilated
hideous, a thing from which peopie
would turn with a shuddering too
great for any sympathy they might
feel! 1 have always felt the most
Intense pity for th tragic people who
bear on their faces isfiguring birth
marks., even while I know that they
are so accustomed to the affliction
which has grown up with them since
childhood that it can not have for
them the shock of horror it has for
one beholding it for the first time.
But mutilation in later life! Mu
tilation which leads to horrible dis
figurement’ 1 shivered at the thought.
To go with these men to torture 1
could dare Fear of the future al
ways carries with it the hope of
rescue. But the immediate present
was so horrible that it shattered all
my power of endurance at a blow.
[ tfound myself afrald! Of all the
momnentary experiences which life can
bring 1 think there is none more
terrible than abject, numbing, over
whelming fear.
. “You'll come with us?’ asked the
man,
We acquiesced. Brown wrapped the
bottle in apiece of paper open at the
top. He took it in one hand undl
clitched my arm with the other. Then
he led me out with a casual air nt'i
chatting gayly, as if he were off mak- |
ing holiday with his sweetheart, |
That trip back over the dusty, |
winding road was horrible. Particles
of the dust seemed catching in my-dry
throat. Clouds of dust choked me
and blinded my eyes as they scin
tillated in the sunlight. And all the
while there was that terrible fear in
my heart! -~
And then rescue came into view-—
come and passed'
It was as if one waked to the hor
ror of buoing buried alive and then
realized that all about was daylight-—
that immolation in a living tomb was
only a horrible dream. Around the
corner came Jimmy Barton—smiling,
cheerful, wNolesome Jimmy. He
would save me. But Brown saw him
as goon as 1 did and he muttered with
' an accompanying gesture of the hand
which held the bottle:
“This guy acts like he knew vou.
- Chase him away or-——"
Beatrige Snubs Jimmy.
I knew all too well what that “or"
meant. And when Jimmy came to
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/ Woman Thinksy,
[ver) an Thinks
seriously over the question of
motherhood-—it used to mean
such agouny and sacrifice, that
one could easily overlook the
pleasure and honor of children
in the homeoe—but ““Mother’'s
Friand” has changed the
views of thousands of women
from that of distress to a
pleasant anticipation of the
happiness of being a mother.
z external application “Mothei's
" assists nature n the won
derfu! transformation of the physical
in ease and comfort. Get
%md“ at any druggist
|Mm book on
R will be malled free to
expectant mothers.. Ad&n— B
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ward me with the usual Jimmy
friendliness and demanded an intro
duction to the rest of the party, |
told him quietly that I was on private
business.
Snubbing Jimmy could not have
been pleasant under any circum
stances, but under these circum
stances, when Jimmy looked like the
rescuing party arriving In time to
save (he heroine from being burned at
the stake—under these circumstances,
it was torture,
Mr, Barton was amazed He ar
gued He gesticulated He went
through a whole pantomime of ex
pression to give weight to the words
that I was pretty snippy to an old
friend
But the more Impressive gesture
was Brown's, as he poised that bot
tle of acid ready to hurl it full in my
tace. 1 denied Jimmy, and in the
‘end he walked off with his head in
'the air, leaving me to my doom-—and
1t was a horrible doom, you n)ust ad
‘mit, {
| Brown's face wore a satisfied grin,
which was more terrifying even tha
| his habitual expression of surly cruel
: ty.
Thers was no hope for us now. we
1 must go on, for that bottle in Brown's
hand renewed my terrors and con
}querad every thought of rebelllon
‘which leaped to life. They led us
into the doorway of a hideously di
lapidated house.
What could they want of us? 1 re
‘mamberell the wagons in the woods—
the undertaker's wagon driving 01l
}und the other eart withdrawing into
;the dense stillnese. 1 had seen the
it'nd of & grim box protruding from
the undertaker's wagon—a casket,
\Whal was In it? What was to be
our portion for having seen s 0 much
as we had? What use could these
desperate men be planning to make
of us?
A Gloomy Prino!\.
The men led us into a deserted and
digorderly living room, which bore
signs of a carousal, All about were
empty bottles and solied ash trays.
Conlumop and disorder and darkness
mingled together, .
We were subjected to the unpleas
antness of a cross-examination and
then a search. That revealed noth
ing i particular except Mrs. Han
son’'s letter to me. The men «tudied
it with an angry sneer, and then
Brown called to someone who must
have been lucking in hiding.
A moment later two of the ugly
looking band we had seen In the’
woods led in Hanson. |
At sight of the pretty girl who bad '
brought me there, a strange gleam |
came into his eyes, and I thought he
was about to defend us—again rescue
seemed In view and passed us by.
The momentary impulse to fight for
us left Hanson, and, in spite of ms!
wife's pleadings, he wore an air b(‘
absolute indifference. l
“What does the letter mean?” ask
o Brown, shoving it at him grimly. ‘
I Hanson read it--then he shrugged
Lis shoulders and smiled indifferently.
l “she ain’t my wife, 1 only fooled
| her into thinking she is. She’s Juut'
| living over there with me, and I'm
' mighty tired of the way she always
butts in"”
More horrible than any of the fear
I had known must have been Mrs.
Hanson’s grief at the moment when
she heard herself callously denied by
the man she had thought te be her
husband. Pity for her and scorn otl
him suddenly overcame all of my own
personal fears. The man turped away
to avoid the eyes of the xomnn he
had wronged. And a moment later
we were bound hand and foot and
thrust, like inanimate bales of goods,
into a gloomy cellar which lay at the
festering foundations of the house 0(1
crime, !
To Be Continued Tomorrew. l
Where the Plan Failed.
l A white man, walking along a road
' where an old colored man was white
washing a fence, noticed that the brush
he “was using contained very few bris
tles.
“Look here, Rastus,'' exclaimed the
man, pausing and looking at the opera
tion, “why don't you get a brush with
more berM in 1t |
“What fo', Mistah Smith, what fo'?"
returned Rastus, glancing from the fence
to’ his questioner.
“What for?' expressively replied Mr.
Smith. “Why, if you had a brush with
more bristles in it, you could do twice
as much work."
“Dat’'s all right, Mistah Smith," sald
Rastus, negatively shaking his head,
“but I hain't got twice as much work
to do.”
Infantile Wisdom.
A teacher in a mission school in &
Scottish town gives some interesting ex- l
amples of the answers which have come
from infant™ips to her Bible questions.
\sked what Naaman did after washifg
In the Jordan before he returned to his
native land, one mite gave the obvious
answer, “Dry hisself." e
| The class was told the story of the
| little Shunammite, his sunstroke, and
' his restoration by the prophet, and,
[‘ wishing to inculeate gratitude, the
| teacher asked what the mother would do
| when she got him back.
| “Pit a bannet on his heid!"” shouted &
practical yeuth. :
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The largest butterflies are found in
British Guiana, some of which have a
wing measurement :)t 11 ipches.
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The world's turpentine output exceeds
25,000,000 gsllons annually, the United
States being the greatest producing na
tion.
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Corrections made recently in maps of
Greenland have shown it to be about
150,000 square miles larger than former
ly believed,
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| A one-armed watchman at the central
{monulng between Shiloh and Bridgeton,
{ N. i, gets his winter supply of potatoes
free by exacting a toll from each load
! that passes his wa)
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One of the latest architectural curiosi
{les of New York City is an apartment
| hotel, sixteen stories in height, which
‘huu been built on a plot of ground 12
| feet wide at one end and 50 at the other
| and 190 feet in length.
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! Japanese interests are endeavoring to
| have the Japanese steamship line Nlp
pon Yusen Kaiska Include New Zealand
ports in its territory, which, it is said,
would greatly benefit .lepaneu trade in
New Zealand.
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’ Not satisfied with the 125,000,000 stars
lnow visible through proper instruments,
A well-known astronomer, indicating sin-
I cere idealism, expresses the hope that a
100-inch telescope will soon be invent
‘ad and the belief that it will add no
less ti-: 100 new stars to these already
’included in mortal charts of the firma
ment.
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{ Burgomaster Langenhaus, of Koepen
| ick, Germany, that man at whom lhe‘
whole world laughed in 1906, has been
promoted by the Emperor to the position
of Mayor at Lomza, Poland. He was
the butt of a criminal 4oke perpetrated
by a shoemaker, William Voight, who
donned a captain's uniform, placed hlm-i
self at the head of a squad of soldiers, |
“arrested”’ Burgomaster Langenhaun,‘
sent him to jail and made away wlth‘
the town funds. ‘
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From Dust to Dust. |
It was the glorious autumn, but it
was windy and dusty, and the dust beat
mercilessly into their faces as the youns
man and maiden turned the corner of
the street.
“Did you get any in your eyes, darl
ing?' he asked, fondly drawing her
“closely to him.
L TR, sweetheart,”” she murmured,
'searching for her elusive handkerchief,
) “Which eye, beloved?' he pressed.
. “The right one, love! Did you get
[nny in yours?"
| “Yes, dear heartl” he responded, using
[the same corner of the handkerchief
that she had used.
“How sweet!"” she exclaimed. “And
yours was in the right eve, too?’
“Yes, dearest.”
“Ah,”™ she thrilled, “do you suppose it
lvou\d have been part of the same piece
of dust that got in our eyes?’
“I hope it was!" he exclaimed fer
vently, blinking & pleasurable beam
with his good eye.
“Wouldn't it be lovely, love?” she
cried,
“Oh, love, wouldn't lla’/ he wriggled.
’ And the wind howled as though in
pain, and from the house opposite a
“Votes for Women" board fell with a
sickening erash upon the pavement.
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The teacher had given the boys this
subject for composition: “What I would
do if 1 suddenly came into possession of
$10,000.”
One little fellow, after chewing his
peaholder for some time, returned a
blank sheet.
! ““That,” replied the precious youtn, “'is
what I'd do if I had $10,000.”
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The Need of Truth
wie o Be SINENEENEIEG - oul Ll
“IT tust always be foul to tell what
{s false; and can never be safe
to suppress what is true,’’ said
a gentle, kindly philosopher.
\/Modern society differs with him. It
Ands it tactful to suppress the truth
and amusing to clirculate lies.
But as a matter of fact there is hard
ly a circumstance in which it Is nntl
actually advisable as well as ethical to
tell the truth. % '
Oh-—but supnose my best friend has a
new dress which is hopelessly unbecom- |
ing to her—how can I hurt her by’
making her miserable over a frock
which she will have to wear?"” asks Jane l
promptly.
Well, Jane, if you are a coward youi
may take refuge in silence and puzzie
your friend by your lack of interest inl
her appearance. But a lie will never do
—it is unfair and unkind and unjust to
every one concerned,
It means that your friend will go on
in ignorance looking unattractive and
dowdy, and will continue to patronize
a dressmaker who doesn't trouble to]
Pring out her good points—or that
some braver person than you will teil
the truth and that your friend will have
to question either your sincerity or your
good taste. |
! The frock can probably be changed if
lyou make your kindly suggestion in
time—and there’ won't be a series
like it to make your friend a caricature
of herself.
The cass of the frock is symbolic of
every situation in which people, whose
tact is of a lazy, indifferent sort get
themselves out of difficuities by what
they call “white lies” But white lies
shade into gray and gray to black and
the habit and reputation for untruth
come together to harm your popularity
S eL e e s eßitnds toward Mie.
The gossip who s entertaining he
cause of her bitter and stimulating wit
and the little tales and innuendoes she
has at her tongue's end may be popular
for a ttme with people who like the
stlmulnligz of suggested evil. But even
if that gosdkip 1s not maliclous, some day
she is bound to start a story in clreu
[ialinn which will do infinite harm and
'bring havoe in its wake.
; There is no measure for truth but ab
solute trutb; and there is no name for a
lle but falsity.
| The habit of honesty is easy to form
even in.a character which 1s not basicly
'honest; and so also for falsity. One lit
tle departure from truth and an honest,
lslralghtforwa!\d soul has admitted the
wedge of exaggeration or “tactfulmess’
lor whatever we choose to name a de
l\'iatlon trom a high standard of clear
seeing and straight talking
’ “The truth, and nothing but the
truth” is the only safe motto for speech
land the only worth-while model for
' living.
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Inherited.
Amos Whittaker, & miserly million
aire, was approached by a friend who
used his most persuasive powers to
% have him dress more in accordance wita
his station in life.
}\ “] am surprised. Amos,” said the
friend, “that yau should allow youmul
| to become shabby.” ]
’ “But I'm not shabby,” firmly inter
{ posed the mil’onaire miser. ‘
“Qh, but you are,” returned his old
friend. “Remember your father. He
was always neatly, even elaborately,
aressed. His clothes were ~lways finely
i tailored and of the best material.”
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Good Housekeeping
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s Recipes
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All measurements are level, stand
ard half-pint measuring cups, table
spoons and teaspoons being used. Six
teen level tablespoonfuls equal a half
pint. Quantities are sufficient for six
people unless otherwise stated. Flour
is sifted once before measuring.
_ Raised Corn-Meal Muffins.
One-half cupful yellow Indian meal,
1 pint boiling water, 2 tablespoonfuls
lard, 1-2 cupful molasses, 1 teaspoon
fui salt, 1 compressed Weast cake,
abeut 8 cupfuls bread flour.
Pour the boiling water ovas the
‘meal, add lard, molasses and salt, mlxl
thoroughly and let stand till luke-
JejRM WJIEM JO S[NJUOOASI[qE} OM) Ul
warm. Add the veast cake, dissolved
and beat in flour to make a stiff ba(-‘
ter, about six cupfuls. Let rise ti 1
light, put in deep muffin tins, let rise
again, and badfte about twenty minutes
in a ratffer quick oven.™ This may be
made also into small loaves. If start
ed at night the muffins may be used
Iror breakfast. This amount makes
' eighteen large muffins.
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English Chutney Sauce.
One-half pound ripe tomatoes, 3
pound tart apples, 2 cupfuls granu
lated sugar, 3 large green peppers, 12
small onions, 1-2 cupful chopped mint
leaves, 11-3 cupfuls seeded raisins,
3 cupfuls vinegar, 2 teaspoonfuls dry
mustard, 1 teaspoonful salt. \
Chop tomatoes, add salt, and ‘mix.
Chope together the apples, onions,
and raisins and add the mint. Scald
and cool the vinegar, add sugar, and
must?rd. mix all the ingredients to
gethér, and allow them to stand’ at
least ten days before dsing, stirring
them occasionally. This will keep
indefinietly.—Mrs. F. O. Blake, No.
i 506 Gower street, Los Angeles, Cal.
*‘Stickies.”’
Raking powder biscult dough; nut
or white.
meg; butter; sugar, elmjr brown
Spread the biscuit dough thickly
with the butter, basten to a cream.
Sprinkle thickly with sugar, and
grate nutmeg lightly over the whole.
Roll up, cut with a sharp knife, place
cut side down in a baking tin, and
bake in a quick oven. For biscuit
'dough made of two cupfuls of flour,
one-quarter cupful of butter and one
third cupful of sugar will be needed.\
These are delicious with afternoon
tea.—M. M, 8., No. 232 North Sixth
street, Fort Smith, Ark. ‘
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His Verse.
A little chap who thinks that a watch
ig ~ne thing that makes life worth liv
ing wa’ told that for the present a
wateh could not be given to him.
But he contipued to tease for onse,
until the whole famlily were wearied.
Then his father, after explaining that
he should certainly have a watch when
he was older, forbade nim tc mention
the subject again.
The next Sunday, the children, as was
the custom in that family, which is ra
ther religious, repeated Eible verses at
the breakfast table. When it was the
| boy's turm, he astonished them all by
saying: .
% «What I say unto you, I say unto
y¥du all: Watch!" " s
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Up-to-Date Heraldy.
A wealthy youn% man of Brookline,
the fashionable suburb of Boston, no
ticed a curious looking charm worn by
an equally wealthy young friend on his
wateh chain.
““That,” explained the latter, “is my
new coat of arms—chauffeur rampant,
policeman couchant, justice nf the peace
expectant.”
A Girl and a Man
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER.
In Addition to Hér Other Troubles Agnes Is
! Obliged to Hire a Trained Nurse for Aunt Luey.
W'v~'f
CHAPTER XLI.
(Copyright, 19186, Star Company.
GNES MORLEY stood facing
A Dr. Martin, her cheeks pale,
her eyes anxious.
The pair had just come out of
Miss Lucy s bedroom, where they had
left the invalid in a light slumber
following the alarming attack which
had caused the physician to summon
the niece from downtown.
The man closed the living room
door before speaking. Jennie had
been ordered to listen for Miss
Lucy’s lightest call.
“As 1 told you a few minutes
ago,” Dr. Martin said, “this seizure
igs the worst by far that your aunt
has had. I am afraid there may be
more trouble than I thought, that
;there may be some cause which 1
;had not suspected for these attacks.
However, that Is a matter that can
lonly be ascertained by observation
‘and, perhaps a little later, by a con
sultation. Meanwhile, the patient
must have skilled care. I did not
think she needed it at first. Now I
know she does.”
“Jennie O'Neill,” began Agnes. But
the doctor interrupted her.
“Jennie is absolutely inadequate at
this juncture,” he asserted brusqely.
“She can give certain medicines if
told to; she can wait on the patient
when nothing unforeseen occurs; she
can do housework satisfactorily, I
suppose. But a trained nurse is need
ed here.”
“A trained nurse!” Agnes repeated
aghast. “Oh, Dr. Martin—you know
I am willing to do all that is possible
—but would it not be cheaper for me
to stay at home and take care of my
aunt?” |
“You couldn’t do it!” was the stern
reply. “She should have a trained
nurse—as I just said. It may be she
will only need one for a couple of
weeks—llong enough for us to find out
just what's wrong. But there must
be someone who can take the pulse
and temperature and watch certain
symptoms, as only a professional can.
You could not do this. Besides—
where would another job come from
were you to give yours up? And who
the dickens would support you?”’
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She was silenced for a minute,
‘while she appreciated the force of
every word he uttered. Yes, Aunt
Lucy should have a trained nurse.
She must have the best that could
be procured. But what about the ex
‘pense? Where was the money to
‘come from for all this? It was hard
enough to pay Jennie's wages and
help with the rent, and buy the sup
'plies for the small household.
\ “I guppose you are worrying about
the cost of the thing, aren’t you?”’ Dr.
Martin broke in upor her musings.
“Well—it can’t be helped, and it won't
be for long. Surely your aunt has a
little something laid aside against
her old age—hasn’t she?”
Pride for her aunt, pride on her
own account, kept Agnes from tell
ing him of the pitiful state of t‘he
family exchequer.
“Never mind about the cost!” she
parried. “I want to know about the
nurse. Do you engage her for us?”
“Surely. She will come this after
noon."” .
“And Jennie? Shall I let her go?”’
“Certalnly not! Have her come
every day as she has been doing. A
nurse is not a machine—and she must
take her rest and her hours off. Jen
nie will have to be with Miss Morley
at such times—except when you are
at home. Moreover, a nurse is not
supposed to do any housework beyond
caring for the patient’s room.”
“1 see,” murmured Agnes.
She saw only too plainly that she
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was facing a problem that well-nigh
baffled her. But she would not con=
fess it to the physician, who stood
eyeing her so keenly.
“Here is a prescription 1 want to
have filled,” Dr. Martin went oR, “You
can take it out yourself, or stay with
the patient while Jennie takes it out
for you. But get it at once. I may
not be able to secure the nurse I
want before late in the afternoons
You can spend the rest of the day at /
home—can’t you? I mean, don't Yoy #
suppose you can be spared from tha
office just for this afternoon? Whai
do you think about it?”
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“Perhaps I can,” shé said. “But %‘.
would rather make sure by telephon<
ing and asking permission. 1 will do
this at once, if you think best.”
“All right—that's a good idea,” tha
physician agreed. “Your aunt will
sleep for the next hour or two, and
she is safe for that little while withh
Jennie.”
Agnes feared to make a nuisance of
herself by going upstairs to use her
neighbor’s telephone too often, so now
she went to the drug store, taking
the prescriptidn with her, and called
up the office, asking for Mr. Bain
bridge.
~ As soon as he heard her voico,/ ha
inquired how her aunt was.
“More comfortable just now,” Ag-,
res told him. “But she has been and' ¢
still is very ili. I was going to ask
you if——" :
She hesitated, disliking to make a
request that suddenly seemed very
bold to her.
“If you can be spared for the resg
of the day?" Hasbrook Bainbridge
finished the sentence for her, “Surely
you can. Valuable as You are here,
we will get along without you some=
how. Remember, If you come down
today you will be disobeying my or=
ders. 1 wish I could help you, child!"
“Thank you!” she murdered. His
kind tone shook her self-control. “Bug
there’s nothing you can do.”
“I can, at all events, think of you
;nd hope for the best,” he assured
er.
Again she thapked him, then hung
up the receiver and went back home.
She was glad that Miss Luecy called
upon her for numerous attentions for ,
the next few hours, for these left hed °
little time to think, and :she knew
there was a question she must soon
answer for herself. It was the ques<
tion as to where the money was com« {
ing from to meet all these new exs« ‘
penses. /
(To Be Continued.) ‘
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