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JOANNA

SYNOPSIS With unusual solemnity, MR. HARKNESS, buyer in the silk department of a mammoth store, summonds JOANNa MANNERS, beautiful clerk, to appear before MR. GRAYON, owner of the store . Jonna shudders at the thought of possible dismissal and thinks of the bills that have been accumulating. She would pawn her fur coat if the worst happened, but she dreaded to do this. Her friends would notice. Only common. steady John, with whom she had quarreled last evening, would not think less of her for that. In stead of reproaching her. Graydon deillvers an overwhelming' message. Someone whose identity she is not to know has placed $1 000,000 on deposit at the Metropolitan Bank subject to her personal check. Graydon assures her ‘‘there are no strings tied to the proposition” and has his chauffeur take her to the banker. ANDREW EGGLESTON Graydon’e old friend. Joanna cannot comprehend the extend of her bank account, and when the elderly man asks her to write her first check for a liberal sum. she draws SIOO. A young man. whom Graydon introduced as Mr. Brandon, laughs, tears up her check and writes one for $lO,000. Graydon sends a messenger for the cash. _ . By H. L. Gates CHAPTER IV The First Triumph and Defeat JL JITH the crisp notes of her \)y SIO,OOO spread on the table before her, with Egleston, the grave, Impenetrable banker, and Francis Brandon, debonair, easy mannered courtier of the new world into which she was being ushered, silently watching her, Joanna closed her eyes in a quiet communion with herself. It was real! The fantasy had become a chapter of life with “Miss Twenty-seven of the silks” lifted from the valley to the hilltops where there couldn’t possibly be any shadows. Weakly, she made new battle for understanding, and again lost. They, those two men, one of which, she was sure, knew the whole of the mystery, would tell her nothing. Brandon professed to know no more than she; he declared that the banker had told him nothing of the motive or the source of her sudden shower of gold. “But,” said Brandon, “you will not shut me out, I hope, from the rest of the wonders. You will let me walk with you, now and then, along new paths?” With the feel of her first money in her fingers Joanna concluded that she must learn to have an answer for things like that. Men she had known were not gifted- at such sonorous phrasings. For the man who said “You look good to me, sister,” she had her rituals. Something like “Did you ever win any medals on your eyesight?” She wondered if there were books that taught the things that went with a lot of money. So she was silent a little while. But Brandon persisted: “I shall pay ardent court to you, you know! I shall use all the wiles of the fortune hunter. Perhaps I am first to enter the lists, and you will let me keep my advantage.” She felt that he was playing with her. Yet there was something sententious in his tone. She wished he hadn’t come so quickly into her new scheme of things. She was positive that he was a danger: that she didn’t like him. She made the only reply she could think of, and immediately knew that It was clumsy; that It didn’t match: “I guess you'd keep any advantage a girl would give you.” “You mustn’t be prejudiced against me,” he retorted, with elaborate earnestness. "I am your banker’s nephew; he will give me a splendid— what would you say, a reference?” Eggleston interrupted. "I imagine Miss Manners will want to begin readjusting herself. That will be a more pleasant task than skirmishing with you. She is a young lady of affairs.” * * t>

SHE erirl shot a grateful glance to the banker. She liked the grave, forbidding old man. She feared him, because of the knowledge he kept from her, but she felt that she could always trust him She was puzled, too, about the lights that changed so often in hfs eyes When she looked at him quickly he started a bit, as If caught by some queer surprise. She wondered what he was thinking about when he was watching her. But she must make the plunge, *Go out, outside! These men would give her no help—Brandon would help her, but his very manner of easy gallantry put her on guard against him. His was the way "Good Morning" would adopt if he knew how. For one thing Joanna had suddenly lost her respect for the importance of such personages as “Good Morning." Already aisle managers, department chiefs, even superintendents had become vague and remote. Summoning her courage, she rose. "If you don't want me any longer. If I may go now. I guess I will,” she said, faltering. "Jtfay I?” Eggleston got up from his chair and reached his hand across the table to her. "I shall give instructions,” he said, "that you must be brought to me at once, when you come to me, if you do. I hope you will let me advise you—as yqur hanker should. I shall try never to make you afraid of me.” Brandon held open the door for her. Joanna was still, uncertain of herself, for a while. Then, without speaking again, she left the banker’s room and went into the corridors of the bank. Brandon walked beside her. "You will let me show you to your car?” he said, smilingly. Mr. Graydon’s car! Waiting for her! Now and then she had had the experience of a taxi waiting for her, on one of those rare cabaret nights when one of the boys had succumbed to a lavish urge. Never "her car.” She’d never thought of it before, but she wondered if women felt guilty when they’d left their chauffeurs standing along time. Os course not! Foolish! She spoke to Brandon, who was guiding her toward the street entrance! "I’ll bet you’re laughing at how foolish I’m going to be," she confided to hinl. "I shall never laugh at such a delightful young person," Brandon assured her. "And if you are foolish—why not? You have acquired the right to be as much so as you wish.” “But I don’t want to be! I want to act as if I knew what I was doing—and I can't. I’d like to go along as if I had hundred dollar bills brought to me with my newspaper every morning for breakfast —and hero I am wondering what I am go-

ing to do with a fist full of them.” Her voice dropped Into a murmur. “Gosh! I wish mother, or father, were around the corner!” • * • HATEVER It was that BrandlyX/i on would have said, he I I didn’t say it. % They had come to the street door and Brandon touched her arm to guide her across the crowded pavement to Graydon's car. But Joanna suddenly stood, plainly confused. “Walt a minute!” she exclaimed. Then, smiling, wanly: “You see, I don’t know where to go!” Brandon seemed to consider this unexpected statement. Joanna was looking up at him frankly, not confidingly, for she wouldn't trust him, but in brave effort to impress him that she was amused at her own dilemma. “I don’t suppose I'm expected to go back to the store,” she went on, her voice quavering, a little; “And there isn’t any place else —except Mrs. Adams’—she’s my lanctlady, you know. I don’t want to go there yet, because when I do I’ll go up to my room and cry like blazes. I’ll put that off as long as I can; it spoils your eyelashes and besides, its so darned old-fashioned!” “Do you then, avoid everything that is old-fashioned?” Again the girl was overwhelmed with a sense of distrust of the man beside her, with the conviction that, in some way or other, that man, a stranger of the iporning, would be one of the figures of the fate into which she was blindly plunging. She couldn’t think of anything appropriate to retort—and again she realised that she must read up on how people with money in their handbags said things to other people who had money they didn’t have to spend before they got it. So, she replied a bit viciously: “You mean something you don’t say; I’ll have to think that over. “Now I suppose I’ve got to go—the Lord knows where!” “It would be frightfully easy for me,” Brandon assured her, “to suggest that I go along, and help you. But I know, as my banker uncle remarked, that you will want to be with yourself. I warn you, though, that I shall soon pay my court.” Because he smiled at her, Joanna smiled back at him. She gave him her hand, ■when they had reached the door of her car—the door held open by the wonderingeyed chauffeur. Brandon asked if he might give her directions, “where

GLORIAS”

THE STORY SO FAR Gloria Gordon, beautiful flapper, marries Pick Gregory, a struggling lawyer. Her idea of marriage is fun and fine clothes . . but no work or children. She refuses to do her own hone -work, and hires a maid But Dick has to let the maid sro Glpria has swamped him with debts for her parties and clothes. She becomes infatuated w th an out-of-work actor Stanley W ayburn, and follows him to New York. But he spurns her. Then aho tries to yet a jejb as a chorus girl and falls. Piseourag“d, she comes home to Dick. Ho takes her back, but not as his wife. Gloria begins to suspect that he is in owe iwth his secretary. Susan Briggs. At last she wrings from M ss Bngg# a confession that she is in love with Dick, and insists that Dick discharge her When he refuses she goes home to her mother . . realizing too late that Dick is the man she loves. Dick puts his house up sos sale, and goes home to live w‘th his father and mother. He sends Gloria snO weekly, but she sends it back to him and roes to work. Her employer makes love to her and she resigns her position. She can’t screw up her courage to go out to look for another job. Homesick and lonely for Dick, she rets the kev of their house Trom Miss Brlggo and goes there to spend the night. She can't bear to stay at her mother's so- another night. . Dick earns from Hiss Briggs that Gloria has grone hoine. By Beatrice 1 Burton CHAPTER LX VIII LORIA darkened the house G turned the key in her bedK __ room door and lay down to try and go to sleep. But it wasn’t the kind of night for sleep. A ray of moonlight lay like a slim beckoning finger on the wall beside the bed. The darkness seemed to bo filled with' an expectant hush. \ There was a high excitement in Gloria. She swung her naked feet over the side of the bed and crossed the room to the window. A large white moon hung low in the sky like a Japanese lantern. It turned the fluttering leaves of the poplar trees to silver spangles. The world outside seemed unreal —disturbing in its- beauty, but the lonely woman at the window hardened her heart against its magic. She had a feeling that the only way for her to go on was to harden her heart against everything—not only against things, but against people—against Dick. She must never let the thought of him into her heart again, she told herself with a kind of dull anger. And then she went on thinking about him. Somewhere out there in the breathing night, he was. And suddenly Gloria remembered another night when she had stood at another window and wondered where Dick was. That had been long ago—on the night before she had married him. She remembered how he had driven up in the middle of the night and whistled softly in the darkness for her —a low “Bob White” whistle. He had begged her to come downstairs for Just a second to kiss him- -and she had refused. “What a fool I was!” she told herself, “and how glad I’d be now if he wanted to kiss me! How glad I’d be! But there’s no chance of that ever again....” The tears that she had felt in her eyes all day—and in her heart—overflowed. She dropped to her knees on the floor and laid her head down on the window sill and sobbed. And then she seemed to hear a low whistle —a long, clear note followed by a shorter one. She held her breath and listened... .Was it Dick’s “Bob White” call? Oh, no; it couuldn’t he....And then it came again! Gloria raised her head. Down on the lawn in the shadow' of the trees was a darker shadow. It detached Itself and moved out into the moonlight. It W T as Diok! Gloria’s heart leaped In her breast. “Dick!” she said. And there wars a note of relief and sudden happiness In her voice.

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to go” to the driver. "Tell him to drive around in a circle till I make up my mind,” she ordered. As they drove away Joanna felt again that burning at the back of her neck. She knew Brandon was standing at the curb watching her car disappear. • • • : . IND then began the rcadjust- | I ments of Joanna, around 1 M whom everything swam in a hodge podge The driver, his anticipations illumined by the prospect of that suggested call “after ten,” boldly stopped the car when they had turned Into a cross street, got down from his seat, and put his head into the door. “How about it, kid,” hg inquired in his most friendly and cohfider.tial way. did they put you up against?” Joanna nodded at him, brightly. “Oh, a lot of things. This, for example.” She hail to show that bag 'ull of bank notes, hundred and five hundred dollar bills, to somebody, and to somebody who would share her wonders. As well the chauffeu, who had at least put his telephone number at her disposal, as any one else. The man's eyes widened. From the bag. which she held open for him to look into, he looked up into her sac the face to which had returned much of the alertness, much of the taunting challenge, that had made it a baffling ornament to the silk counter. But the man didn’t smile with her. Instead, he stiffened into something of the attitude with which he met his era ployer, the “Old Man.”

“Come i|own and open the door,” he said. Without stopping to pm on her kimono or slippers, Gloria ran across Ihe room and down through the darkened house where the moonlight lay in patches here and there on the walls and floor. She unlocked the door and pattered out’ onto the porch. She stood there in the mingled radiance of the distant moon and a street lamp just in front of ‘the house. . . . Some passing neighbors stopped to stare as she threw herself Into Dick’s arms. But neither he nor Dick saw them. For they In that moment were oblivious to all the world. . . . except themselves. Dick’s arms drew her up. He bent his head and kissed her as if he never would let her go again. Then, abruptly he freed her. “I thought you never were going to kiss me again,” Gloria said breathlessly. “You said you nevei would, you know!" “We say a lot of things we don’t mean in this world,” Dick’s voice answered her. He put his arm around her and drew her into the dark house. His hand groped for the lights. Under their glare Gloria saw that his eyes were almost black in his haggard face. There were lines there that the last weeks had written indelibly. “We do a lot of things we don’t mean to do, too,” Gloria faltered. “Life seems to carry us along like bubbles along a wave. .. . Dick, I’ve done a. lot of things I haven’t meant to do. . . .” Dick made a gesture of finality. “Well, there’s no use talking about it now," he said. “Spilled milk, you know. . . .’’ Gloria followed him. “Have you come home for good?” She was half afraid to ask him that. And in an agony of uncertainty she watched him fill his pipe.... waiting tremulously for his answer. Slowly, as things seem to happen

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“Oh, I see!” he breathed. “Excuse me, Miss, for thinking you would bother with giving me a date. I might a’ known you was bait for big fish only. Where to, did you say, Miss?’’ Joanna snapped her bag. The lines that some of her boys have recognized as sure signs of a squall, formed about her lips—the much too-red Ups. “Say, you!” she said, “Take a look at your license. It’s for driving, and it says nothing about fish. So get along and see If you can steer straight." The chauffeur was not impressed. “And where to, Miss?” he repeated, still very stiff. “I’d like to tell you one place—but you can go there when I’m done with you. Meantime, just pull up in front of mV furrier's, will you?” He touched his and received the address. "My furrier’s” proved to be in a neighborhood not frequented by the most fashionable shops—in fact, by the most unfashionable ones only, those that dealt in installments. The name was Cohen. • • • "1 R. COHEN came out of the back of his store, in response j to the clamorous clanging of the bell set off by the opening of his door. As was his custom, he had set his face into its blandest formations. When he saw that his c-aller was “Miss Twenty-seV&n" his face became stern. He assumed his most relentless manner, and tinged It with suspicion. “This isn’t a holiday," he greeted the girl: “Fired?”

in a dream, she saw’ him strike a match, blow out its flame and lay it in the ash try beside him. “Well,” he said finally, “It's this way, you see. This is the only place in the world where I feel at home, somehow or other and 1.... can’t get used to being without you.” Gloria laughed bitterly. “I'm a nablt of yours... .that you can’t break is that it?” she asked. “The most deadly dull of all things ....a habit?” Dick shook his head. "No,” he said, “it strikes deeper than that, Glory. You’re my woman. There ore a lot of men' who can love a score of women in their time, but I'm not one of them I'm the kind of a fool who can never care for more than one woman, I supposed "And am I that ore woman for you?” Gloria asked. Her eyes were wide and eager. “Are you sure?” Dick looked at her. His mouth tightened as he took her into the hard ring of his arms. “You are,” he answered, and his voice was thick and tense. Gloria leaned back In his arms and looked at him. “Then I won’t be jealous of Susan Briggs any more and I’ll stop heckling you about her,” she said. Dick waited a moment before he answered. “I’ve an Idea that Susan Briggs stopped working for me tonight," he said then abruptly. “I don't know what makes me think so, but I do, somehow.” Gloria laughed. “She’ll be right there when you get to the office tomorrow morning, just as usual!” she cried. “Unless she knows you’ve come back to me!” “I think she does know it,” Dick’s voice was grave, .“but don’t worry about her. You know I never cared about Susan Briggs, don't you?” He put his hands under her elbows and held her away from him. “And I never cared about Stan Wayburn, either!” Gloria broke in shrilly. “I’ve thought it all out, Dick, these last two weeks. He was just a part of jazz to me. like cocktails and dance music. I was hunting for a thrill and he gave it to me...■ Her small face with its uptilted lips sobered as she went on. “He told me all the things I wanted to hear from you how beautiful I was and how I could knock him off his pins. Oh, Dick, we women need flattery and 10ve....0r lovemaking! It’s our job, you know! To keep you men in love with us . . Dick laid his hand over her mouth. “All right, all right,” he said impatiently. “And that about ends Stanley Wayburn and Susan Briggs for good, doesn’t it? . . . What I want t< know just now is whether you’re going to be contented with me from now on?” “Contented? I’m going to be hap pier than any lark!” Gloria bubbled. “Why, it seems wonderful to me to be here in your arms again! I thought I’d lost you forever and ever—Just when I found out how much \ love y0u...." "Yes, but there’s more than Just love to this marriage business,” Dick answered. “Love’s only an occasional flash to brighten ' he whole. ... .You’re going to have to do your own work, for I shall always be poor. I suppose. And there'll be . worries ... .and illness....” “And babies, and bothers... .and all th®. things that make life worth living!” Gloria went on. She had one of her penetrating flashes. “Anjl I shall grow old and lose I ’ ' ' ' •

“Yep!” she returned, with a brightness that irritated him. "So that’s how it seems to you, Miss?” he threatened her. “Well, just hear this, you pony up the sl2 that’s overdue on that coat, and you give me two weeks ahead, that’s sl2 more, or you leave the coat, understand?’’ “Sure I understand,” Joanna returned. “But if you’ve got time to put the conversation on ice for a bit, suppose you slip me that second hand thing you’ve had in your window since your grandmother died, the one that looks like a good imitation of mink. If Its not motheaten maybe I’ll take it along.” "Her furrier,” sl2 her creditor, sl2 that he saw vanish in the abyss of a lost job, advanced upon her with his hands speaking in eloquent announcement of a threatening torrent of words. But before the words came he glanced through the glass panes of his shop door, the expensive limousine at the curbing. •He gave a puzled glance at the girl and saw in her a connection between the automobile, her—and her absence from the store. “How do you like my car?” Joanna inquired, sweetly. “I’m having my other one done in mauve, to match the upholstery, you know.” Mr. Cohen’s blandness returned. He nodded as if his wisdoms were satisfactory to him. Mr. Cohen knew many things that were, more or less, connected with his business of ! decking pretty young women in furs. He was paternal—almost overwhelming. "I knew it, my dear. I knew it. j I always said you was one who’d make her way in the world. The mink one, did you say? I’ll make jit a bargain because you didn’t forj get old Daddy Cohen. Its straight | from Fifth Avenue.” “Never mind the Daddy Cohen stuff.” Joanna admonished him. “Trot out the wrap. I've been looking at it for three years now. I Just want to get it out of your window—its tiring on the eyes.' Mr. Cohen was not to be bantered: even about his famous mink wrap, which he kept in his window in the day time and in his safe at night—his one real bit of honest merchandise, and his proudest advertisement. He brought the wrap, with elaborate tenderness, from its window stand, i Joanna; her own cloak thrown across | the pounter, put on the coveted mink with true nonch-lance. She 'found all sorts of fault with It, ac

Dick and Gloria Are Reunited —Story Ends Happily.

my looks, and you’ll grow staid and pompous and prosperous.” she went on with a wry little smile. “But we’ll still love each other, won’t we” And let me tell you something ... you’ll have to set your foo down harder than you ever did be fore with me! A woman loves a man to run her to a frazzle! If you'd done that in the beginning I wouldn't have got into so much mischief!” Dick threw back his head and laughed. “Glory, you’re a wonder!' he said, his eyes twinkling. “I knew that, somehow or other, you’d layall this trouble we’ve had on my doorstep Well, all rs rht, it war my fault you got into mischief What else did I do that I shouldn’t have done?” “Your technique as a husbat was all wrong.” Gloria made sweeping gesture with one sm:. dramatic hand. "You shouldn’t hav let me leave you and go home to m. mother. .. . But thank heaven we’ve both fallen on our feet, ant we’re here' together at last! . . . Oh, 1 can’t believe it. I thought you were gone for good." She drew his head down to hers. .' . . Ah, it was good to be here. . . to be held ... to surrender herself! Gloria felt as If she were in a globe of happiness. “Dick,” she said drowsily, contentedly, from the shelter of his arms, "did you ever stop to think how it is for two people to care for just each other . . . and to have iittle children because of their caring so? Don't you think there's something very fine and sweet about it?” Dick held her closer. “Os course, I do,” he answered. “I’ve been trying to tell you that an along. Flap per, but you never w-ould believe it before, would you?” She shook her head. "Oh, my dear, to think that I almost lost y-ou!” she cried, half strangling him with her arms. Most surprisingly she burst into a storm of crying. “What a simp I am to cry like this!” she sobbed against his coat. “What am I doing it for when I'm so h-happy?” Dick patted her soft hair. “There, there, cry all you want to!” he said. "I know. ... I understand.” He • raised her hidden face and kissed the tremulous scarlet mouth . . . the wet white eyelids. Then he moved away from her, toward the outer door. “Where are you going now?” Gloria cried in foolish panic. “Just out doors for a second,” Dick answered. “Wait here for me . . . . I want to pull that ‘For Sale’ sign out of the front lawn.’’ • * • | * \ND so the story of Gloria, the Flapper Wife, ends, and the —J modem chronicle of Gloria, he Wife and Mother, begins. We say today that we have a New Woman who votes and drives hewn car, who plays golf and—someimes—smokes a cigaret. But she’tot a New Woman at all! At heart ;he is*the same woman who brought up her stalwart young in a cave who reared them in log cabins or he New England coast three cen uries ago. who took them with he: ! nto the Covered Wagons that web' part of a westward moving army al most a hundred y’ears before our Ume! . . . And she is the same woman everywhere, whether you find her n an igloo in an Eskimo village or in many-tow-ered Manhattan . .ot :n the romantic islands of the south era seas. THE END.

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cused it of being not second, but third hand, and pointed out to Mr. Cohen a score of mythical mothnests. Then she announced, quite calmly: * “Just to do you a favor, you old skinflint, I'll take it along. I’m going to give it to my maid,” she said. “Oh, yes!” the installment furrier retorted, with the smile of a trader who has traded well: “Furs for maids, that’s the golden rule, my dear!” • • • mOANNA knew the price. It had been displayed with the same pride as had been the coat, in the window. “One Thousand Dollars. “And,” Joanna remarked as she opened her bag, ‘Worth every cent of half that much." Mr. Cohen’s eyes watered, gleamed and grew wiser than ever when the girl who owed him twelve dollars “back,” and fifty odd to come on her last year's wrap, handed him three five hundred dollar bills with the reminder that she could count change as well as he could. As she turned to parade out of the store, triumphant In her first conflict with the unpleasant figures of her meager days, Mr. Cohen touched her softly on her shoulder. Reaching his lips close to where her cars nestled under her bobbed brown hair, he whispered: “Maybe the rich gentleman will buy you another one, soon; maybe an ermine this time. I’ll have one for you. cheap—right from Fifth Avenue.” Joanna turned upon him. “What do you mean, ‘rich gentleman'!’’ she demanded, glints of steel emerging from ehr deep brown eyes. Mr. Cohen meek and apologetic, but insidious still: “Os course, I don’t know anything about a rich gentleman. But when a pretty girl like you buys one

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74c Keep a large bottle of Listerine always in your medicine chest. It is indispensable for a mouth wash, gar/gle or sore throat and its use overcomes unpleasant breath.

Corn Popping Time Is Here—and With It a New Style Popper E-Z Corn Popper

practical corn popper tmit to j

Will pop corn with or without butter and is easy to k*.ep clean. Built strong and durable—will last a lifetima W were only able to get 300 in the first shipment, and so QO advise early purchasing. $1.50 value %/OC

FRIDAY, NOV. 6, 1925

deep brown eyes. Joanna went, stumbling a little, to her car. Before the chauffeur's formal stiffness, she shrank. Who gave him a ber and a street. ™ “It’s where I live,” she said. “I've got Something to do there, and 1 guess I’ll go and do it now Instead of putting it Off." (Copyright, 1925—H. L. Gates.) (To Be Continued)

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An Electric Room Heater $5 Value $3.98

Be warm and comfortable early morning or late at night, l’lace the Star Kite electric heater on a nearby table or chair, attach to a plug and the room will be warm ami comfortable in no time. A cheery polished copper bow! radiates the heat, nlchrome heating element, heavy cast base. Com-ilc with full length $3.98 Two-Way Socket Plug, 49c gVrttytoJtbcA Compacts Pjer-Klss Loose Powder Vanltla, double 82.50 Hudnut’s Single Compact, silver finish, odors of Nardasus bweet Orchid #I.OO Nnrldii Loose Powder Vanltle silver or gilt finish, single 181.50 Harass Compact, silver and gilt finish, single #I.OO SI.OO Coty’s L’Origan Compact, with its chic powder puff design ..80# Trejnr Thinnest Compact, the popular size 50# Harass Vanlpat Loose Powder Compacts, In silver or gold each #1.50 SOtito to JBbotb Window Ventilators, 45c 3 for $1.25 TTso ventilators In the bathroom. They Insure privacy and at the same time provide the best means of supplying fresh air to replace steamy, stuffy and exhausted air. Ventilators provide just enough fresh air to give the room a healthful temperature. 9x28 to 37 Inches

Hook’s Famous Chocolate Malted Milk, 15c