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‘BEATRICE FAIRFAX'
! Novelized from the Great Film Play by BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
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Episode 12; Installment 3.
““QURIOSITY "’
(Novelized from fl.'.“ scenario of
Basil Dickey and produced in motion
’ktum by Wharton, Inc, Studios
or the International Film Service.)
By Beatrice Fairfax.
(Copyright, 1916, International News
Bervice.) f
“S O you're not afrald, my beau
ty?” sald Brown. He linger
ed on the last word with a
ocertain grim suggestiveness which
made me shudder, Hut I covered the
shudder with a smile,
“Not afrald, eh? Well, we'll see
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From one of his pockes the man
pulled out a large-mouthed bottle,
which my brain mechanically regis
tered mrust hold about four ounces
—of something . Very carefully he
uncorked it. 1 found myself watch
ing with a certain fascinated feelink
, that I must not lose a single move*
ment on the part of this blk, brutal,
gorilla-ltke man, Slowly and with
infinite caution he spilled a drop or
two of the liquid on the wooden cen
tertable.
As the first drop fell to the var
nished surface a puff of smoke rose
A seeond followed it and I saw there
were two tiny 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 spoll your face” sald hvl
Bvery word fell grim and meas
ured and slow. What 1 had seen
carried conviction and utter horror
to my mind.
To go through lite mutilated
hideous, a thing from which people
would turn with a shuddering too
great for any sympathy they might
feel! 1 have always felt the most
intense pity for the tragie people who
bear on their faces disfiguring birth
marks, even while 1 know that they
are so accustomed to the affliction
~which has grown up with them since
ehildhood that it can not have for
them the shock of horror it has for
one beholding ft for the first time.
But mutilation in later life! Mu
tilation which leads to horrible dis
figurement! I shivered at the thought.
To go with these men to torture I
could dare. Fear of the Jfuture 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.
I found myself afraid! Of all the
monentary experiences which life can
bring | think there is none more
terrible than abject, numbing, over
whelming fear.
“You'll come with us?’ asked the
man. T
We acquiescel. Brown wrapped the
bottle in aplece of paper open at the
top. He took it In one hand und‘
elutched my arm with the othér. Then
he led me out with a casual air ur‘
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 seeméd 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 terfrible fear in
~my heart! |
And then rescue came into view-—
‘come and passed’ |
It was as if one waked to the hor
ror of being buried allve and then
_realized that all about was daylight—
that immolation in a living tomb was
sufly a horrible dream. Around the
i came Jimmy Barton-—smiling,
gm wholesome Jimmy. He
;,_fi"uld gave me. DBut Brown saw him
_as soon as 1 did and he muttered with
_an accompanying gesture of the hand
which held the bottle:
~ “This guy acts like he knew you.
EM him away or-—"
_\.-lutflu Snubs Jimmy.
1 knew all too well what that “or™
mt. And when Jimmy came to
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7 Every Woman ThinksY
seriously over the guestion of
motherhood——it used to mean
such agouy and sacrifice, that
one could easily overlook the
pleasure and honor of children
in the home-—but “Mother’'s
Friend” has changed the
views of thousands of women
from that of distress to a
pleasant anticipation of the
happiness of being a mother
By external application. *Mother's
Friend" assists nature In the won
derful transformation of the physical
tystemn in ease and comfort. Cet .
Mother's Friend” at any druggist
m "!""*"Y |Mlnstin{ book on
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ward me with the usual Jimmy
friendliness and demanded an intro
duction to the rest of the party, 1
told him quietly that 1 was on private
business
Snubbing Jimmy could not haive
i been pleasant under any circum
| stances, but under these circums
| stances, when Jimmy looked like the
| rescuing party arrlving 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 gesticuluied, He went
through & whole pantomime of ex
pression to give weight to the words
that 1 was pretty snippy to an old
friend.
But the more impressive gesture
was Brown's, as he polsed 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 alr, leaving me to my doom-—and
it was a horrible doom, you must ad
mit, \
Brown's face wore a satisfled grin,
| which was more terrifying even than
hils habitual expression of surly cruel
ty.
There was no hope for us now. We
must go on, for that bottle in Brown's
hand renewed my terrors and con
quered every thought of rebellion
which leaped to life. They led us
into the doorway of a hideously di
lapldated house.
What could they want of us? 1 re
membered the wagons in the woods—
the undertaker's wagon driving off
and the other cart withdrawing into
the dense stillness. | had seen the
end of a grim box protruding from
the undertaker's wagon—a casket.
What was in it? What was to/be
our portion for having seen so much
as we had? What use could these
desperate men be planning to make
of us?
A Gloomy Prison.
The men led us into a deserted and
digorderly living room, which bore
signs of a carousal. All about were
empty bottles and solled ash trays.
Confusion 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 in particular except Mrs. Han
ron’n letter to me. The men studied
It with an angry sneer, and the}
Brown called to someone who mu
‘have been lurking in hiding. :
. A moment later two of the ugly
llookln‘ pand we had seen in tho'
woods led in Hanson. !
I At sight of the pretty girl who had !
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 thomentary impulse to fight for
us loft Hanson, and, in spite of his
wife's pleadings, he wore an alr oft
absolute indifference, i
“What does the letter mean?" ask
ed Brown, shoving it at him grimly. ;
Hanson read it—then he shrugged |
his sheulders and smiled indifferently. !
"Bh;xun'l my wife. 1 only fooled
her intd thinking she is. She's just
living over there with me, and I'm
mighty tired of the way she always
butts in."”
More horrible than any of the fear
1 had known must have been Mrs.
Hanson's grief at the mement when
she heard herself callously denied by
the man she had thought to be her
husband. Pity for her and scorn O
him suddenly overcame all of my own
personal fears. The man turned away
to avold the eyes of the woman 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 of
crime.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
Where the Plan Failed.
A white man, walking along a road
wherc 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 bristles in it \
“What fo', Mistah Smith, what fo'?’
turned Rastus, glancing from the fence
to his questioner, A
“What for?' expressively replied Mr.
Smith. “Why, it 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 a® much work
to do."
Infantile Wisdom.
A teacher in a mission school in &
Scottish town gives some interesting ex
amples of the answers which have come
from infant lips to her Bible questions.
Asked what Naaman did after washing
in the Jordan before he returned to his
native land, one mite gave the obvious
answer, “‘Dry hisself.”
The class was told the story of the
little Shunammite, his sunstroke, and
| his restoration by the prophet, and,
wishing to inculéate gratitude, the
i teacher asked what the mother would do‘
when she got him back.
‘ “Pit & bannet on his heid!" shouted a
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British Gujana, some of which have a
wing mro.luume.nt :)! 11 inches.
~ The world's turpentine output ucoed.l
25,000,000 gallons annually, the United
States being the greatest producing na
tion.
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Greenland have shown it to be about
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crossing between Shiloh and Bridgeton,
N. J., gets his winter supply of potatoes
free by -exacting a toll from each load
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fles of New York City is an apartment
hotel, sixteen stories in height, which
has been built on a plot of ground 12
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Japanese inlerests are endeavoring to
have the Japanese steamship line Nip
;pon Yusen Kaisha include New Zealand
ports in its territory, which, it is sald,
lwould greatly benefit Japanese trade in
New Zealand. i :
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‘ Not satisfied with the 126,000,000 stars
| now visible through proper inltrumenu.‘
'a well-known astronomer, indicating sin
l cere idealism, expresses the hope that a
| 100-inch telescope will soon be invent
.e(l and the belles that it will add no.
less than 100 new stars to these already
included in mortal charts of the firma
ment, ‘
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Burgomaster Langenbaus, of Koepen
fck, Germany, that man at whom the‘
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 joke 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 Langenhaus,
sent him to jail and made away with
the town funds. \
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From Dust to Dust.
It was the glorious autumn, bat it
was windy and dusty, and the dust beat
mercilessly into their faces as the young
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.
“Yes, sweetheart,’ she murmured,
gearching for her elusive handkerchief.
“Which eye, beloved?’ he pressed.
“The gight one, love! Did you get
any in yours?*
“Yes, dear heart!” he responded, using
the same corner of the handkerchief
that she had used.
“How sweet!” she exclaimed. “And
yours was in the right eye, too?'
“Yes, dearest."”
“Ah,” she thrilled, "do you suppose it
could have been part of the same piece
of dust that got in our eyes?’
“1 hope it was!” he exclaimed fer
vently, blinking a pleasurable beam
with his good eye.
“Wouldn't it be lovely, love?' she
cried.
“Oh, love, wouldn't it?"' he wriggled
And the wind howled as though in
pain, and from the house opposite a
“y ates for Women'' board fell with a
sickening crash upon the p.vem'ent. l
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Nothing. |
The teacher had given the boys this
subject for composition: *““What I would
do if 1 sudden!y came into possession of
$10,000."
One little fellow, after chewing his
penhelder for some time, returned a
blank sheet.
“That,” replied the precious youth ‘‘is
what I'd do if 1 bhad §10,000."
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| A Daily Task in a Shipyard
The Need of Truth
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o I is false; and can never be safe
\ to suppress what is true,'” said
a gentle, kindly philosopher. ‘
Modern society differs with him. It
finds it tactful to suppress the truth
and amusing to circulate lies. |
But as a matter of fact there is hard
ly a circumstance in which it is mot
actually advisable as well as ethical to
tell the truth. ; |
~ Oh—but suppose my best friend has a
new dress which is hopelessly unbecom-“
ing to her—how can 1 hurt her by
making her miserable over " a frock‘
which she will have to wear?'" asks Jane‘
promptly.
Well, Jane, if you are a coward youi
may take refuge in silence and puzzle
your friend by your lack of interest ini
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
ih ignorance looking unattractive and
dowdy, and will continue to patronize
a dressmaker who doesn't trouble to
bring out her good points—or that
some braver person than you will tell
the truth and that your friend will have
to question either your sincerity or your
good taste.
The frock can probably be changed 1f
you make your kindly suggestion in
time—and there won't be a series
like it to make your friend a caricature
of herself.
| The case of the frock is symbolic of
every situavion in which ~people whose |
tact is of a lazy, indifferent sort get‘
themselves out of difficplities by whuat
they call “white lies” But white lies
shade into gray andgray to black and
the habit and reputation for untruth
come together to harm your popuhrny‘
and character and attitude toward life
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The gossip who is entertaining be—
cause of her bmelland stimulating wit
and the little tales and innuendoes she
has at her tongue's end may be popular
for a time with people who like the
stimulation of suggested evil. But even
if that gossip is not mglicious, some day
she is zound to start a story in circu
lation fwhich will do infinite harm and
bring havog in its wake.
There is no Mmeasure for truth but ab
solute truth; and there is no name for a
lie but falsity. )
The habit of honesty is easy to form
‘even in a character which is not basicly
‘honest; and so also for falsity. One lit
tle departure from truth and an honest,
‘straightforward soul has admitted the
wedge of exaggeration or “‘tactfulness’
lor whatever we choose to name a de
viation from a high standard of clear
|seeing and straight talking :
“The truth, and nothing but the
truth” is the only safe motto for speech
and the only worth-while model for
living.
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Inherited.
Amos Whittaker, a miserly million
aire, was approached by a friend who
ased his most persuasive powers to
have him dress more in accordance with
his station in life.
“I am surprised, Amos,” said_ the
friend, “that you should allow yourself
to become shabby.”
“But I'm not shabby,” firmly Mmter
posed the millionaire miser.
“Oh, but you are,” returned his old
friend. “Remember your father., He
was always neatly, even elaborately.
dressed. His clothes were “'ways finely
tailored and of the best material."
“Why,” shouted the miser, triumph
lntly. “‘these cicthes l've got on were
hthpr‘.!" 4 ; i
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! Good Housekeeping
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All measurements are level, stand
ard half-pint measuring cups, table
spoons and teaspoons being used. Six
teen level tablespoonfuis 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
ful salt, 1 compressed yeast cake,
about 6 cupfuls bread flour.
Pour the boiling water ovas the
meal, add lard, molasses and salt, mix
thoroughly and let stand till luke
‘l9lEA WwleM JO s[nyuoodsaiqe)] oMI uj
warm. ‘Add the yeast cake, dissolved
and beat in fldur to make a stiff bat
ter, about six cupfuts. Let rise ti 11
light, put in deep muffin tins, let rise
again, and bake about twenty minutes
in a rather quick oven. This may be
made also into small loaves. If start
ed at night the muffins may be used
for breakfast. This amount “makes
eighteen large muffins.
English Chutney Sauce.
One-half pound ripe tomatoes, 1
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
mustard, mix all the ingredients to
gether, and allow them to stand at
least ten days before using, stirring
them occasionally. This will keep
indefinietly.—Mrs.” F. O. Blake, No.
506 Gower street, Los Angeles, Cal
‘‘Stickies.”’
Baking powder biscuit dough; nut
or white.
meg; butter; sugar, either 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
Idough made of two cupfuls of flour,
one-quarter cupful of butter and one
t‘ird cupful of sugar will be needed.
These are delicious with afternoon
tea.—M. M. S., No. 232 North Sixth
| street, Fort Smith, Ark. .
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: His Verse.
A little chap who thinks that a watch
i ~ne thing that makes life worth lv
ing was told that for the present a
watch could not be given to him.
But he continued to tease for one,
until the whole family were wearied.
Then his father, after explaining that
he should certainly have a watch when
ihe was older, for{nde him to mention
| the subject again.
The next Sunday, the children, as was
the custom in that family, which is ra
ther religious, repeated Bible verses at
the breakfast table. When it was the
boy's turn, he astonished them all by
saying:
% \What T say unto you, I say unto
you all: Watch!" ™
Up-to-Date Heraldy.
A wealthy youni man of Brookline,
the fashionable suburb of Boston, no
ticed a curious looking charm worn by
an equally. wealthy young friend on his
watch chain.
““That,” explained the latter, "“is my
new coat of arms—chauffeur rampant,
policeman couchant, justice of the peace
expectant.”
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’ A Girl and a Man
i By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER. 3
| In Addition so Her Other Troubles Agnes Is
Iz Obliged to Hire a Trained Nurse for Aunt Lucy. i
A T eSWD T
CHAPTER XLI.
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.
GNES MORLEY stood facing
A Dr. Martin, her cheeks pale,
her eyes anxlous. .
The pair had just come out of
Miss Lucy's bedroom, where they had
left the invalid in a lght slumber
following the alarming attack which
had caused the physician to summon
the niece from downtown.
The man closed the lving room
door before speaking. Jennie had
been ordered to listen for Miss
Lucy's lightest call.
“Ag 1 told you a few minutes
ago,” Dr. Martin said, “this seizure
lh’ the worst by far that your aunt
as had. I am afraid there may be
more trouble than I thought, that
there may be some cause which I
had not suspected for these attacks.
However, that is a matter that can
only be ascertained by observation
and, perhaps a little later, by a con
sultation. Meanwhile, the patient
must have skilled care. 1 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 brusgely.
“She can give certain medicines if
told to; she can wait on the patient
when nothing unforeseen occurs; she
can do housework satlsfact¢ly, 1
suppose. But a trained nurse is need
ed here”
“A trained nurse!” Agnes repeated
aghast. “Oh, Dr. Martin—you know
1 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 sald. It may be she
will only need one for a couple of
weeks—long 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?"
A Trained Nurse. |
She was sllenced 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 suppose you are worrying about
the cost of the thing, aren’t you?” Dr.
Martin broke in upon 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 s&ate of the
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?”’
“Clertainly not! HMave 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 patiei.t's room.”
“] see,” murmured Agnes.
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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 1s a prescription I want to
have filled,” Dr. Martin went on. “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 afternoon.
You can spend the rest of the day at
home—can't you? 1 mean, don't You
suppose you can be spafed from the
office just for this afternoon? What
do you think about it?”
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“Perhaps 1 can,” she said. “But 1
would rather make sure by telephon
ing and asking permission. 1 (m do
this at once, if you think best.”
“All right—that's a good idea,” the
physician agreed. “Your aunt will
sleep for the next hour or two, and
she is safe for that little while with
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 prescription with her, and called
up the office, asking for Mr. Bain
bridge. \
As soon as he heard her voice, he
inquired how her aunt was.
“More comfortable just now,” Ag
res told him. “But she has been and
still is very ill. I was going to ask
you ife——"
She hesitated, disliking to make a
request that suddenly seemed very
bold to her,
“If you can be spared for the rest
of the day?’ Hasbrook Bainbridge
finished the sentence for her., “Surely
you can. Valuable as yYou 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. “But
there’s nothing you can do.”
“I can, at all events, think of you
and hope for the best,” he assured
her.
Again she thapked him, then hung
up the receiver and went back home.
She was glad that Miss Lucy called
upon her for numerous attentions for
the next few hours, for these left her
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 ex
penses. :
- (To Be Continued.)
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