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CHAPTER I —(Continued.) 1 “Os course she is Quite right,” Constable went on, “but that doesn’t make it any easier, to bear. With all the impressiveness which comes of being twenty and a girl—that was the Madame’s first voyage, five years ago—she informed me that a man is a nobody, even if he has a billion, when he isn’t of some use in the world. Exquisite little • preacher I Such things were never thought of. nor spoken '■to, mortal man before I 1 explained my view, that having all the money needful; it was my privilege to play for culture instead of coin, to water my mental garden as a life pursuit, but she broke up all my arguments, beat down my ideals. I regarded my valueless past and yearned to become an abostle of action instanter. • “I see I am entertaining you, so I’ll finish. I went homo, buckled the Madame to Brooklyn, and disappeared—took her at her word I I shall do it again some time. For two solid months I didn’t hurt . anybody’s feelings, and earned seventy dollars and board, stoking. Good clean stoking. Back and forth from Savannah to Boston in the bowels of an, old coast liner, learning bunkers, boilers' and firebeds at first hand ; specializing in coals and callouses; I made fairly decent coal passer, and met D(mny Macready down there in the dark—Denny, who, now passes tea. Then I scrubbed up again and steamed the Madame down to Martinique, to tell Miss Stansbury all about ItJ and show her my recommend from the tlnrd engineer. She was away in Eunipe. Her father says she will never be a J beautiful as her mother. I thought perhaps we might look in on Martinique on Our way around the islands. The siatue of Josephine is there, you know.” | “Your sentences are becoming uncoupled. Peter. .You are shirring the narrative,” said. Breen. yWell, I’ve been taking an annual course in old Pelee since then. Saint Piovre sits in the shadow of the volcano, and from a geological standpoint ” “Exactly, but——” . “Oh, there is no joyous' cracker at the finish of this story. Lady Commander — that is the creature of splendor, the mother—is still at war with me, and Miss Stansbury still cherishes the view that 'I am ‘just sailing ’round.’” Peter Constable was singular in various ways, possessing a large fortune and no fixture, save the natural .bent of a student. He had specialized in geology for a dozen years. Exceedingly tall, bigboned, and angular, Constable had a plain, kindly face and large, quick hands. His nose was immense, and . not to be classified. He carried his head bent slightly forward, as many tall men do; and it was a well-browed head of goodly ’contour. There was a puzzling solemnity in his countenance. One would not have been Surprised to hear that this man was a gambler, a preacher, or a humorist; and, not knowing exactly why, one would expect it to be added that he was a good man in his class. . CHAPTER 11. Constable had an un-American capacity for waiting. He might have gone ashore in Saint Pierre that night, but .instead he sat alone on deck, in the windless harbor. Queerly restless,.he regarded the illumined terr’aces of the city. Back of all his levity and deliberation, it was not to be concealed from his own mind that before him lay the goal' of the cruise. She was there, far to the right, among the lights I on the mountain side —the little girl who had told him he was a nobody. Constable smiled, and grew serious from the start of an old thought. It was not impossible for her to have met some emperor who had demanded her heart for j his throne room. '.j » The harbor was weirdly hot. The heavy, moist sweetmess of a horticultural garden, to which he had likened the nights of Saint; Pierre, had been supplanted by dry, devitalized draughts of air. His throat and nostrils’were irritated, and tobacco became unpalatable. There was no moon, and the stars were so faint in the north that th? mass of Pelee was scarcely shaped against the sky. The higher lights of the city had a reddish, uncertain glow, as if a thin film of fog hung between |them and the eye; but to the south the night grew clearer. He followed the circling shore with his eyes to the Morne d’Orange, which marked the southern boundary of the city. Beyond the morne stood the great plantation house where she lived. The night was pure purple in that direction, and the torrid unsullied. Breen; essayed. to read the following forenoon away, leaving Constable tp make his first descent upon the <*ity alone. The Madame had already been sighted from the plantation house, and certain members of the establishment were out to welcome the guest. Indeed, Constable had scarcely stepped ashore from his launcn at the Sugar-Landing when he heard his name called and saw the flutter of a handkerchief above the burdened heads of the natives in the market place.. It was. Miss .Stansbury, in a carriage. She greeted him merrily : “Uncle Joey went out to the ship from the lower landing. I told him I would capture you if you touched here. We are vexy glad you’ve come, Mr. Constable.” He took her hand and gained the seat beside her in the carriage. “This is great luck,” he said nervously. *T feared you might be away somewhere—in Europe or the States. Would you mind me looking at this little book in your lap?” “It’s a little volume of essays,” she told him, “and I’m not sure that I greatly admire their spirit, nor. the views of the writer. He makes a statement, for instance, that women are incapable of the finer senses of friendship; that women cannot adhere through severe tests.” Miss Stansbury was to encounter, a few days later, stirring cause to remember these words and Constable’s reply, which is neither here nor there, ethical niceties not being his specialtv.

1 “The man is an arrant fool, and probably couldn’t get a woman to live with him,” he said with finality. a The ponies were ascending the rise in -Rue Victor Hugo, at the 'southern end of the city. The potteuses, coming down from - the hill-trails, j the lithest, hardiest women of the Occident, bore a pitiable look of fatigue in their faces. The pressure of the heat, and the dispiriting condition of the atmosphere, were revealed in the distended eyelids and colorless, twisted lips of the 'burden bearers. As Miss Stansbury ..looked ,out toward harbor for Uncle Joey's boat, Constable regarded her profile. The delicacy of color and contour brought to him an imperious realization of her fairness. It appeared that in his absence the rarest touches of perfection had been set. “You haven’t changed much,” she said laughingly. were always willing to agree that T was right, and all men, yourself most of all, deeply in the wrong. Don't you remember how I used to preach to you about a man’s need of doing something emphatic?” “Indeed I remember. *Your lessons made a deep impression.” “At least, you bore very gracefully with an oppressive companion,’ she declared. “Just as if you didn’t know best how to | dispose of your time and talents I” “On the contrary, you were more nearly right than you knew. I was in need of just such moral stimulus. The sorry part, Miss Stansbury, is that I don’t bring you admirably invested talents even now.” She glanced at him quickly. “I believe I understand better some of the difficulties you have had to contend with, .she said.' “We all read how you kidnaped the entire New York newsboys’ association—_how you fed the grimy little chaps oceans of charlotte russe and mountains of plum-duff, giving them a Sunday afternoon at sea, and presents to remember. That was fine.” “I forgot to tell Breen about that,” he remarked, smiling at the recollection. “Breen is a friend of mine, who was good enough to come along.* He’s a rar? fellow, and you’ll like him.” “You make people find out by themselves so much about you,” she observed. “Think how you let me believe you were absolutely without interests or ambitions —even last year, while you were making daily visits to the jaws of Pelee. It was months afterward that I learned what those journeys meant —and then through the press. We all read the paper you delivered before the geological society on Antillean formations. Think hOw I felt while recalling some of my lectures bn your careless attitude toward life. You might have told me!” “I failed to discover the secret, Miss Stansbury,” he said quickly. “Old Pelee has a big story for the right man, but I was finable to drag it forth. I had nothing to be proud of to tell you.” The ponies had gained the eminence of the Morhe d’Orange. Ahead was the broad,' white plantation house, where the Stansburys and Constable’s uncle lived. To the .right was the dazzling, sapphire bay, where the Madame was moored among the shipping; behind and below, the red-tiled roofs of Saint Pierre, and behind the city, back of all, La Montagne Pelee, hung like an emperor of the Romans, paled in the intense light of morning, and wearing a delicate white ruching of cloud about his crown. “It is different with most people,” she replied. “They have.so much to tell of little things. The silent men who are dreaming of big things all the time — think of a conversation like this when the. island is glowing like a brazier!” “What is the meaning of this terrific sultriness and the white scum in the gutters?” he asked suddenly. ' “Why, I supposed you understood ——” “Understood what, Miss Stansbury?” “Why, old Pelee has been showering us with ash from time to time during the past ten days. It is the taint of suphur 'that spoils the air. The city would have bken white now, except for the heavy rain that washed the ashes away just before dawn.” • “ Constable turned appruehnsively toward the volcano. He had come into an inheritance of winged thoughts in the presence of the woman, but ( the news of Pelee’s activity disordered the very root of things. Mrs. Stansbuky was standing on the porch of the great house, whose walls, verandas and porlduinSe? were cooled and perfumed by embroidering vines. The driveway was bordered by Rose of Sharon hedges, and the gardens flamed with poisettiga and roses. There was a cool grove of mango and India trees St the end of the lawn, edged with moon-flowerets and oleanders. Back of the plantation house waved the sloping seas of cane; in front, the Caribbean. On the south up-reared the peaks of Garbet; on the north, the Monster. Constable advanced eagerly to give his band to Mrs. Stansbury, who received his greeting with cooling repression. He would have been dismayed, had he not felt on former occasions polar draughts from this source. Still, he paid her unquestioning homage. It was enough for him that Mr. Stansbury, an admirable American gentleman, honored her with a life of one-pointed devotion; that his uncle, Joseph Wall, of sound mental balance and heart vastnesses, cherished her good-will.' It was enough for Constable, indeed, that Mrs. Stansbury mothered a daughter. He was by no means above conceiving that another should 'dislike him; although Mrs. Stansbury was in other respects an Isis veiled too darkly for his perception. The years had not touched the elder woman. She had the same tendril-like delicacy of figure and refinement of face. Her eyes had often startled, him with their world-weariness and world-knowledge. They were always wonderful—the eyes of a mystic and vibrant with the suggestion of undiscovered continents in their depths. The cool, gracilent fingers slipped quickly from his hand.

“I have always remembered your gracious hospitality,” Constable said. “I remember, too,” Mrs. Stansbary replied, with scarcely a trace of a smile. “Who could forget the dentist-*—the 'dentist to La Montagne Pelee? Have you come again to look into the mouth of the mountain?” CHAPTER 111., Constable had incurred the especial displeasure of the mother on a, former visit, through the unabashed fashion with which he had endeavored to pry into the secrets of the volcano. Old Pelee was identified with the inner life of Martinique, like the memory and the statue of Josephine. Mrs. Stansbury felt that the mysteries of the mountain were not for the eyes of man; least of all, for the eves of an American, in whom the spirit of I veneration was not. She had a very clear \ picture in her mind of Constable as he peered, and possibly spat, into the appalling chasms of the summit, and pottered about in the dim gorges which seamed the Titan’s flanks. The daughter had shared ; a tithe of her mother’s opinion until Con-1 stable's monograph on the moiintain had ; ■ fallen into her hands. Then she realized ! ' that this was no parvenu who had car- ■ tied on his studies in their midst. Mr. Stansbury was away on his annual trip to the States. The mantle of host fell, accordingly, upon the ample shoulders of Uncle Joey. He arrived within ’ an hour, and his trip out to the Madame had' not been futile, since he brought Breen with him. The latter seamed to divine at once the defective current between Mrs. Stansbury and his friend, and forestalled any slight tension during dinner that evening by sprightly narratives of the voyage. He seemed to attrct the attention of the elder woman, and to be stimulated by her close scrutiny of his face and personality. That evening, after ; dinner, the men moved out upon the ve-, randa to smoke. . “Thia, is second-hand air, Uncle Joey,” Constable remarked. “I shut my eyes a moment, ago and thought I was down among the steel mills of the lower Monongahela.” “You’re the expert in Pelee, not I, Peter,” the old planter answered. “April and May aren’t our best months, but I never knew such heat betwen rains as we are having now.” Constable moved otit into the garden to look at the sky. In no way did he underestimate the seriousness of the time. In the south, low and to the left of the Carbet peaks, the new moon arose, but without the sharpness of outline pecu-’ liar to the tropics. It was an orange hue, instead of silvery, and blurred. as if seen through a fine wire screen. A faint, low rumbling was heard from: the north. It was like thunder, but th? horizon above and around Pelee was unscathed by lightning. Miss Stansbury had been at the piano, but) the music now ceased. “How long is it since the mountain has had a session "Os grumbling, Uncle Joey?” Constable asked. “From time to time for the past ten days. Before that, twenty years, Peter.” i “This is quite a novelty—this addledegg moon,” Constable added., “It’s the ash-fog lying between. If there isn’t a heavy rain in the night, we’ll have a white world to-morrow.” Miss Stansbury appealed on the veranda, and moved out upon the lawn, where Constable was standing. “Are you really so greatly worried, Mr. Constable?” she asked in a low tone. “Why, the fact that Pelee is acting out of the ordinary is enough to make any one skeptical of his intentions. There are a few man-eaters among the mountains of the world —Krakatoa, Bandaij-san, Cotopaxi, Vesuvius, Etna —chronic old ruffians, whom you can’t tame. A thousand years is nothing to them. They wait, still as crocodiles, until cities have formed on their flanks and seers have built temples in their rifts. They have tasted blood, you see, and the madness comes back. Pelee is a suspect.” (To be continued.) Hard on the Janitor. * In some of the downtown skyscrapers the elevator service is suspended on Sunday and the janitors and their families, who in many buildings are quartered on the topmost floor, have to descend and climb from 20 to 30 flights of stairs whenever they want to get in touch with the outside world, says a New York paper. In ode building, which is 24 stories high, the 10-year-old daughter of the janitor makes three round trips each Sunday one when she goes to church In the morning, one when she attends Sunday school in the afternoon and another when she goes to meet her playmates after dinner. Each flight consists of 20 steps, making 960 steps to a round trip. Three trips make it 2.880 steps—a mountain climbing record. ! Similarity. .— “Beezness I” boasted the Parisian portrait painter. “Why, monsieur, I remember when patrons were packed in that little room like sardines, waiting to have their portraits painted.” “Like sardines?” echoed the man from Montana. “Oh, I see.. Waiting to be done in oil, eh?” Just Like a Bee. ,f Why doesn’t that lazy: Philander find something to do?” “Find something to do? Why, he’s busy as a bee.” “But he hasn’t done a tiling thia winter but loaf.” “Well, that’s what a bee does in win- , ter, doesn’t it?” That Gas Bill. “Say,” exclaimed the irate flat dwell- 1 er, as he rushed into the gas office, “do j 1 you mean to say this bill represents the i 1 amount of gas we burned last month?” ’ “Not necessarily,” calmly replied the man behind the desk. “It merely represents the amount you have to pay for.'* —- | Unnecessary Naw. . “They used to give such splendid entertainments, but they never seem to ( have anything worth going to any i ( more.” i, “No. They have an established posL 1 ( ♦ion in society now.”

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Woman a Failure in Business. "Woman has failed to .‘make good’ as a leader and thinker in the professions and in business. While manysucceed in earning a very comfortable (living for themselves, few rise to the \ep in any of tho many lines of activity which they have invaded in recent years.. Very few are among physicians or lawyers of note. Few rise to l be executive heads of colleges, e<litors. i or directors of big business enterprises. | They have had control of fortunes ; ! fhey have hid sway in kitchens; they i have always taught; they have always acted ; yet men are the great financiers/ cooks, teachers, managers, of theaters. In no profession are they equaLla anvof the leading men who stand at the head of various occupations’and whose; names axe familiar to the public,” This is the sweeping arraignment brought against woman in business and | professional life by one of her own class, Mary O’Connor Newell, in Appleton’s Magazine. She quotes with approval the statement of a wellknown man that there are three kinds ; of women in business —the kind that marry, the discontented kind, and the desexed kind—and that only the latter are successful. The confession is made that even the women who seem to be most successful in professional occupations usually regard themselves as failures,. whether they will admit it or not. By the time they have reached the point where they are able to accomplish important results they feel keenly the lack of family ties and home’surroundings, and the more woihanly they are the more stronglj- does this lack, make itself felt. This is the explanation given of why so many young business women for whom brilliant careers are predicted abandon their chosen occupation for marriage. Value of Good Digestion. “To look young and keep your beauty you must have a good digestion,” says a beauty cultUflst. “We feed our patrons upon herbs; we give them greens and we advise them to take acid fruits. When a Gypsy woman gets out of sorts she lives upon dandelion greens; she mixes sweet herbs; she doctors herself with the fruits of the earth and she recovers. . “Outdoor life is everything for the woman who wants to keep young. “Her walk gives away the woman who does not want people to know how old she is. Usually she loses her elasticity. And she .takes to high heels and a stilted walk. Wear conventional clothing and be elastic in your gait; in that way you will look yoynger. , “I advise women generally to join a dancing class. By taking the steps one can keep up one’s elasticity winter and summer. I hare a class of four women who come three times a week to learn the Gypsy fandangoes and the Spanish dances. • They find that they breathe better, feel better and are more healthy generally from this exercise.” Dress for Little Girl. White pique or linen is very desirable fog a child’s frock, such as is shown in the sketch, as such fabrics are especially practical for tub frocks. Baby Irish insertion and edge are used for the trimming, with a. narrow Irish beading edge as a finish about the neck' and open sleeves. The sign would also be practical for chambrays and ginghams or colored linens, trimmed with embroidery. A Girl’s Room. A girl’s room can be furnished throughout with white furniture, white walls and white woodwork. But the artists at work on such lovely rooms do not leave the room in all white, for bright red te suggested for cushions, carpets and borders. Then cerise is used wr decorative scheme and often lavenjer or various Shades of green. The flast-mXitioned color is fresh and beauoful for a summer roots and one can itsily grasp an idea of its comfortable/} appearance. Opposes Woman Ib| Politics. Mrs. W. H. Taft oppifees women entering politics. In ar. interview she laid: “As the wife of Mr. Taft I would interest myself In anything' that vitally affected him or in which he was absorbed. Ide not believe in a woman meddling in politics or in asserting herself along those line*, but I think ally

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woman can discuss with her husband topics of national interest, and in many instances she might give her opinion of questions with’which, through study and contact, she has become familiar.” “Are you a clubwoman?” “Yes, just as Mr. Taft is a clubman. We are both honorary members of seveijal clubs, but we are seldom at any etubs. It is not because Ido not believe in clubs, I do believe in them, but I have my social and home affairs to attend to qnd don’t particularly feel the need of club life.” . “Do you believe in a business life for a woman?” “Not if a’ woman wants to have happiness and fulfill her greatest usefulness in this woisl. A happy marriage is the most complete and useful life for any woman. To.be the mother of sweet, healthy children is a heritage that is greater than being—than being——” “Yes, than being the mistress of the White House,” she said. Starching. Have collars and shirts quite damp, as the starch gets Into them better, and uSe the starch while quite hot. Dip and thoroughly squeeze the breast and collar of the shirt in the starch and wring out; do the same to the cuffs; clap the starched parts and hang up to get dry; afterwards sprinkle with water till damp; roll up for a few hours, then iron. Embroidery or trimming on under linen is sometimes dipped in very thin starch. It irons better and will keep smooth and uncreased longer if slightly stiffened. A cupful of stiff boiled starch added to every two gallons of the bluing water for under linen gives it a nice smoqthness without stiffening perceptibly. Lace Curtain, Lace curtains must on no account be ironed. In the country they may be stretched on the grass, pinning out every point; in the town a sheet spread on the carpet will be found more suitable. Dwellers in flats who find it difficult to dry such large articles, will be glad to know that if the, curtains are hung up wet at an open window over night they will be dry next morning and hang more gracefully than if dried in the usual way. Take them down next morning, fold lengthwise and pass through the mangle. Feathers may be washed by placing them in linen bags. Dip and squeeze these in soapsuds, rinse in clean water and dry in sieves In an empty room, turning the feathers frequently to prevent them sticking together. Slipptnc Shoes. Is there any woman who has not suffered with half shoes and pumps that slip up And down on the heel? In summer the streets seem to be crowded with humanity with painful expressions on their faces, treading as though terra firms were a much more fragile substance than it is. relief, however, has at last been discovered by some wise person whom necessity transformed into an inventor. Paste a piece of velvet inside the heel of the shoe, of course, with the ; side of the nap toward the foot, and this will effectually prevent any slipping or nibbing. It is very easy to dd, costs but a very few cents and any good liquid glue may be used, so that ; at lass an effectual and easy preventive i for slipping heels has been fteund, < ] For Sunburn. ] The brown or sunburn may be re- i moved by the following lotion, which i wijl restore the skin to its natural j color: Btehlorate of mercury in coarse >

powder, 8 grains; witch-hazel, 2 ounces; rose water, 2 ounces. Agitato until a solution is obtained. Mop over the affected parts. Keep the perparation out of the way of ignorant persons and children. Very often when one has a cold, the eyes feel hot and are red and inflamed. The best way to effect a cure is to bathe the eyes frequently, with a solution of boric acid and water. If the eyes do not feel improved after your cold disappears, it would be well to consult an oculist, Chile Coiffure. [ Al A pretty way to wear your hair for summer dances. Renewing; Oilcloth, r When oilcloth has been laid for a few is beginning to lose its shiny surface it can be renewed and made to last twice as long. Melt a* little ordinary glue in a pint of water, letting it stand bn the top of the oven until it is dissolved. Wash the oilcloth thoroughly and let it dry. Then at night, when no one will walk on it, go over the entire surface carefully with a flannel dipped into the glue water. Choose a dry day for doing it, and by morling you will have a fine gloss. Irons Easier. To lessen materially the difficulty of ironing shirt-waist sleeves, open the sleeve from shoulder to wrist after joining the under-arm seani, hem the raw edges, finish the forward lap with lace and join the sleeve again with buttonhoes and tiny flit pearl buttons. The result is not only practical, enabling oye to iron a shirt-waist in about half the time it usually takes, but extremely pretty. •’ ' —' To Prevent Chilblains. Take a piece of alum about the size of a nut and mek it in enough hot water.tc cover the hands. When the alum has quite dissolved, soak- your hands in the liquid for a quarter of an hour. Wipe the hands dry, then rub thoroughly with a piece of common new flannel kept for the purpose. Wearing loose gloves at night and as much as you can during the day is a great protection for the hands. —Housekeeper. Ice for Sickroom. When ice is broken in small pieces, ready for use in the sickroom, it melts rapidly. Keep a large piece in a basin or pail and cover wlth several thicknesses of newspaper and break off the pieces as needed. They can be broken any sine desired anh with little noise, simply by sticking the point a daming needle into the Ice and tapping It with a thimble.

AN HONEST DOCTOR ADVISED PE-RU-NA. Mr. SYLVESTERjE. SMITH, Boom 218, Granite. Blofek, St. Louis, Mo., writes: “Peruna is Ihe best friend • sick man can have. “A few months age I came here in a wretched coudition. Exposure and dampness had ruined my once robust health. I had catari-hal affections of the bronchial tubes, and for a time there was a doubt as to my recovery. “My good honest old doctor advised me to take Peruna, which I did and’in a short tiipe my health began to improve very rapidly, the bronchial tyouble gradually disappeared, and in three months my health was fully restored. i X “Accept a grateful man’s thanks for his restoration to perfect health.” Pe-ru-na for His Patients. A. W. Perrin, M.i D. S., 080 Halsey St., Brooklyn, N. Y., says: • “I am using your Peruna myself, and am recommending it to my patients in all cases of catarrh, and flhd it to bo more than you represent. Peruna can be had now of all druggists in this section. At the time .1 began using it, it was unknown.” | Stood Their Ground. * • “Hello, The last time 1 saw you, I think. y|u were in a peek'd trouble. Some fellow had bought a suburban lot alongside of yours and put uj a livery st;able on it’ Is lie there yet?” “No ; he’s gone away,, find taken th« stable with him.” . ' ' “Then he worked 1 his little scheme all ■ right, did he? Mac® the property holders in the block pay hjm a big price to gel out?” ■ “Not at; all! W<i bought the lot from him for about haff .’what he paid for it He was glad to get away.” “How did yott manage it?” “I bought a dozjen hives/of bees and put them alongside) the edge of my lot; next to his stable. The man on the other side of-him did the same. The fellow stood it till about the middle of June, and . then he hiked.. There’s more than one way to skin a cat, old chap.”—Chicago Tribune. BED-BOUND FOR MONTHS. Hope Abandoned After Physicians' ’ Consultation. Mrs. Enos Shearer, Yew and Washington streets, Centralia, Wash.,

“For years I wai weak and run down, could not sleep, my limbs swelled and. the secretions were troublesome; pains ivere intense. I wai fast* jn bed for foul jnonths. Three tors said there was no eure for me, and I

was feiven up to| die. Being urged, 1 used Doan’s Kidney-, Pills. Soon I was better and In a few weeks was about the house, well a!nd strong again.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box Foster-Milburn Clo,, Buffalo, N. J. _ One Important Item. “But, George, ejear, how can we possibly live? Your income won’t more than half suppoijt us.” * » “Q. jes. Tt will. After we are married pet. I won’t have!'to bring you any mdn hothouse fiowers, you know,”—Chicagi Tri juue. ' Are Your Clothes Fndedt Use Red Cross Ball Blue and make them white again. Large 2oz. package, 5 cent* Had Her Fears. Ketchum A. Cummin—You needn’t try to soften the blow;.. Do you think I’ll rush out'and make why with myself just because you’ve thrown me over? . Letta Rhipp—l think it’s quite likely you will. You’ll probably go and propost to that pumpkin faced, mutton headed Lil Sklmmerhorn. Mrs. 'Winslow's Soothing • Syrup tor Children teething: softens the gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain, cure* wind colic. 25 cents a bottle. Johnny’s Narrow Escape. “Johnny, came- mighty near choking to . death the other day,” said Mrs. Lapsling. “He was eating popcorn, and lie got Ja grain of it fast in his windpipe. At lqa|t that’s where i tWight it was, bu't wnra the doctor came lie said it yasn*t his windpipe, at all. The popcorn had lodged in his sarcophagus.”—Chicago Tribune. Fg ■■■ Q St. Vtt.us' Dance <nd all WervtXM Dlveaae* I I O Pernmnently Cwre4 by Dr. Kline'u Great Nerve Reetorer. Send feir Free jfcS'tnal bottle and treatise. DIL IL H. KLINE. Ld... W1 Arch Street, P* Good for Business. “What kind of glue do you use,” he asked, “to make your hair stick out in all directions?” \ “If you say another word to me,” She snapped, ‘‘l’ll break you in two across my knee.” ' “Hurry ! Hurry ! Hurry !” yelled the barker out in front. “'Somethin’ doin’ all’ the time! Come a running, ladies and gents ! Come a running I The OiraasSian beauty an’ the livin’ skeleton are havin’ tie golwhoppinest mixup you ever saw in the whole course o’ yer life!” —Chicago Tribune. *

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