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CHAPTER IV. — (Continued.) That instant, under the spell of soft music, Peter Constable knelt as in a dream to drink at the fountains of inspiration. The dinner call aroused him. The music qeased, and he was again the faltering human lover. The path had been illumined only long enough to show him that there Was a shorter way. It seemed during dinner that Lara had something to say which the presence of the others forbade. Mrs. Stansbury went upstairs. Breen and the planter engaged in a smoky discussion of the literary peregrinations of one Herman Melville. The other two set out for the gardens. “I have wanted to tell you since morning how sorry I jam,” she said quietly. “I want you to know that, in spite of mother’s decision, I thank you for your kindness, and believe in your deeper knowledge of our danger.” “It’s good of you to say that,” he answered. “I never' tried to persuade anybody to do anything before. I may take Pelee too seriously, but I can’t help it, with you folks here.” She laughed, ( I thought that nothing short of an actual eruption could disturb your equanimity.” “Did you ever read ‘The Story of the Gadsbys’?” he asked. “Yes.” “There is a big fragment of truth back of that. Do you think I would have played upon your imagination and nerves, and made a mess of things, if I hadn’t been afraid?” “Afraid of the mountain? That’s not like you. Are we about to see you down /' below in the city, warning the people, ) like Cassandra in the streets of Troy?” i “I have a deafer service—before going ! down into the city,” he answered. It ! was as if Breen/and’ the day’s contemplaV tidn had made j this moment inevitable. | “That done, I could take up the work 'there with sleeves rolled up and burst- ! ng with antherhs.” “W.hat service?” she asked bravely, hough the trend of his words was as Jack on white. She was startled, unready. . - • “ITo put you put of the range of Pelee’s guns!” he said, with sudden vehemence. Spe had scarcely divined that there livejd a lover in this man. She felt futile beside him, and yet fused by his penetrating vitality. To her, it was the signal moment in which the woman discovers a ( jgiant besieger it her gates. f “They will hear you!” she found herr self saying, in a salf-stifled tone. “Let them hear me. I want you to be safe. Pelee; is no study to me now, but a grim warping—-because you are here ! I can’t keep my eyes from the volcano, nor my thoughts from you. Don’t you know—don’t you know that, you crept into the very heart of me—a bit of a girl, telling me how to live my life? Yesterday, when I found the mountain awake, all that I had ever done and thought and felt turned to nothing compared to your life. No matter what you think or say to. me—l am afraid for you I” : The head bending toward her face seemed huge in the dark, and his lowered voice charged with power. “But we will go to sea when the Panther comes,” she said huskily. “Lara!” The voice was from Mrs. Stansbury, in the upper window of the house —-that calm, fateful voice. . “I must go!” ■» “Listen-. I cannot bear to wait until the panther comes !” he went on impetuously. “I want to put you sifeiy ashore in Dominica this- night—or Fort de France, or even on shipboard—and I will come back here. Do this for me, Lady!” “Lara !” was called again. “Yes, mother. * * * No, I could not go alone! There would never be a home here again. I must go to mother — oh, I cannot speak now !” '• He stood'alone in the dark. A lizard ’ that had hearkened attentively, began to croak his comment to the mango trees. CHAPTER V. Sleeplessness ranged through Constable’s brain again, and he gave the night to the old work of watching the mountain, and keeping the woman at hand. From time to time, before midnight, he heard the voice of Mrs. Stansbury. The girl was wjith her, but seemed to make no answer. The house was all his own. Through (the lower hall to the , music room; out to the veranda, the garden paths and drives; from the window that faced the north, in his own room, to the summit of the Morne d’Orange and the shadowy lawns; through ash-fog and windless moonlight—he trod the night away. The hours fell asleep in passing; the moon drowsed for ages in the cloud gardens; the stars dimmed, disappeared, and tremjbled forth again, as they had been. It seemed left entirely to him that time passed; he had to grapple with the minutes <j>ne by one, and fight each back into the past. At the side of the great house to the north there was a trellis heavily burdened with lianas. Within, he found the orifice of an old cistern, partially covered by unfixed planking. He lifted the boards, and the moonlight shining through the foliage reflected in the water far below. A heavy wooden bar crossed the rim and was set stoutly in the masonry. Constable lit a match. His mind keenly grasped each dbtail. A rusty chain depended from the thick crosspiece. Slabs of stone from the side walls were scattered over the bottom of the cistern. He dropped several ignited batches into the chamber, and determined to examine the • place more thoroughly by daylight. From the native Cabins came the sound of a dog barking. A shutter clicked in one of the upper window's of the plantation house. “There’s be no doubt about it now,” he thought grimly. “They’ll proceed at once to shut me up for being mentally irreclaimable.” That was a parched but brilliant dawning. The blinding charge from the east changed the dew to steam before it touch;

ed the ground. The more delicate blossoms were Withered in the hectic burning when the sun was but an hour high, Lara’s face was ashen and darkly lified under the eyes. The night had been an evil one to her, evil with a struggle as yet unfinished. “Peter, you’re pulling yourself down,!’ said Uncle Joey after breakfast. “Don’t take Pelee quite so seriously. Go to bejd for a day, or, better still, steam th|e Madame out for a day’s run and get sOmje rest under the breezy awnings.” j “What sort of a graven image do yo|u think your sister’s boy is, uncle?” Constable inquired. “I’ll get you folks out of the war zone, or stay here until Pelge is cool —or a billion tons lighter.” “But don’t you overestimate the chance of an eruption, Peter?” “I haven’t finished my mathematical calculations, my dear relative. Holy nuptials and capitals of hell! —I’ve been all over this before.. Take my (word for lit, and get set for a start when the ma/ils come in to-morrow morning. You' are jail foolish virgins. I’m going down below to see how your city flourishes in this furnace bi a day. Who is the smug Authority on Les Colonies, who. undertakes to tell Saint Pierre editorially that there js no danger?” “M. Mondet is ths editor.” “I'should relish considerably the pleasure of calking up the throat of M. Mondet with several sheets of his political Conspiracies. I believe I shall call upon him.” “We look up to Les Colonies here, i Peter. Remember this is not Montana.’! “The tropics have enervated you, uncle. You'need to be born again.” j The hottest morning Saint Pierre I had known for years! The porteuses were gone from the highways. Rue Victor Hugo, the principal thoroughfare, was deserted at ten in the morning. Shop doors (were closed, the street venders silent. 'Volcanic ash lay in all the crevices, and!mingled with the, turf. Behind the / shut doors children wailed. The tough j little mules, some in their panniers and: with no one to lead them, hugged the east walls for shade. From the byways' came faintly the smell of death. In the offices of Les Colonies Constable found a breath of coolness, for the outer air was Admitted as little as possible. M. Mondet welcomed the caller. Constable explained his purpose, proffered a card, and/apologized for his French. M. Mondet was a tubby little main. His hands were white, soft, tapering, ringed. If you saw them alone, you would promptly uncover, as is customary! in the proximity of a woman. M. Mondet did not forget his hands. ’ I “Pelee has a bad look, monsieur,” Constable began. “I believe you could clear the city of ten thousand people ! if you printed a vigorous warning against the mountain; if you ordered the najtiveS to tak4 no chances, but to flee, regardless of their coats, chickens, coals, coins,) or their next city fathers. To be .instrumental in saving the lives of ten thousand people ;is not a service given to all men,' monsieur,” Constable spoke slowly, and was angered by the reply of the editor: j “But, my dear M. Constable,! there is no danger—no danger, I assure you!” “Sir, this is tragedy—black, rumbling, naked tragedy! I say there is need for a giant here, who would paint the'possibilities of that monster in living fire. A man might die in the fbulest gutter, pursed by the demons, of drink and disease! but With a chant on his lips and ‘vine (leaves in his hair,’ if the memory of such 1 a service as may be yours were with him at the last !T The French editor found himself looking into a lean, tanned face that flushed and paled in turn. Moreover, he was uneasy on account of a pair of lean, tanned hands which lay lightly and restlessly upon the knees of the man before him. These hands seemed to (be the potent embodiments of hate and swiftness. The manner of their low leaping .created the impression that their leashes were insecure, and the immaculate cravat of M. Mondet felt tight upon his ( throbbing throat. s | “Perhaps it is well that you called,” he said with haste, leading opt his caller with the delicacy bred of the fear of dynamite. j . Constable left, unsatisfied.( The clock in the Hospital I’Militaire struck ■ the hour of eleven. Constable slowly made his way to the water front (and back to the Sugar Landing. His launch was still waiting there'at the stone pier. He had sent out word to Captain Negley for steam to be kept up night and day. A small crowd was gathering On the shore, slightly to the north of the (Sugar Landing. Constable hurrie,. thither. A black .woman had fallen, from the sun. Her burdens lay together on the burning sand —a tray of cakes; from her head, a naked babe from her arms. Constable had the, stricken creature placed in the launch and taken out to his ship for care, sending a native doctor after her. The negroes regarded him with curious adulation. The water front would knpw him when he came again. “Oh, I say, friends of mine,” he announced in French, “if any of you have sick wives or little ones, send them out to the ship yonder, and they will be cared for. No, it is not a hospital, where fees are charged—just a temporary refuge from the heat, for” the women and little ones. Tell your neighbors. Here is money to hire boats. 1 can crowd two hundred babes and mothers On board.” The thought of a breath of coolness turned his steps to Pere Rabeaut’s little stone shop in the Rue de Rivoli. Lightheaded from the heat, and the root of eacE hair prickling its individual warning, he ascended the terraces and sank down in the darkness at last, in his old seat under the round window. The shop was quite deserted. Moments passed, as he fanned himself with his limp straw hat. A large piece of cardboard lay upon the table. He turned it over idly. A pencil (ketch adorned the site which had

lain against the wood. The realization was instantaneous that no common hand had wrought (hi§ work. The figure was that of a grown girl— Soronia —and the attitude of expectancy brought out queerly the graceful and ardent lines of her figure. .A wreath of blossoms was entwined in her hair, and an old French urn hung from her hand. The sketch seemed to be a series of happy after-thoughts, with not a line too much. As he studied it, with interest and curiosity, Constable became conscious of low voices in the court behind. He arose, with no idea of stealth, and stepped to the rear door. Soronia and Hayden Breen were standing close together in the denser shade at the far end of the court. The song birds were stilled in the torrid noon. The girl’s a bewitching thing wrought of animated gold, was upturned to the eyes of Breen, and She was listening with soulful intent. Shy Soronia, mistress of the shadow's, was called from her hiding place at last to hearken unto the whisperings of an American. Her heart seemed to wait upon his words. A smile crept over the face of the watcher. His feelings were strange indeed. There was a nobility in the figure of Breen, standing there among the huge banana leaves! The watcher withdrew. The Sketch upon the table reminded him that Soronia had revived the art, longburied. Perhaps the vivid maiden had revived as well the lost youth of the world-jaded one. Constable departed. The sky had become overcast. Pelee’e cone was not visible from the streets. A sharp detonation cleaved the darkening air, and from the shut houses the answer issued, an answer partly stifled, but vibrant with fright—the quavering cries-of age and childhood, sharp, low screams from the mothers, the sullen undertone of men. A subdued drumming came from the north now, completing the tossing currents of sound in the streets. All this was rubbed out instantaneously by a series of thunder crashes. A deluge of ash complicated the -shroud of noonday, and the curse of sulphur pressed down. The highways filled magically with a crying, crouching, gray-lipped throng. . The American was funning through the burned, poisoned air. A woman stretched out her hands to him as he passed. A mulatto youth fell in at his heels. Others followed. The white man was the sublimation of flight. Down the terraces to the Rue Victor Hugo the runners made their way, augmented as an avalanche gains weight and impetus. At the main thoroughfare, the seemingly maddened leader turned toward the Morne d’Orange, and staggered up the slope toward the plantation house. (To be continued.) TWICKENHAM. Famous as the Abode of Many English Literary Giants. The place to which the lover of English literature will sooner or later turn his steps' is Twickenham. No other small town can boast of having been the residence and beloved abode of so many famous literary lights. Witit it are associated the immortal names of Pope; Horace Walpole, Swift, Gay, Lady Wortley Montagu, Gibson, BoSwell, Johnson, Tennyson and Dickens. Surely this is enough to make any place doubly immortal! Twickenham was well nicknamed by Horace Walpole the Baiae, or Tivoli; of England, for it has truly been to London what Baiae was to ancient Rome—indeed, in a far higher degree. The big red brick house in Montpelier road where Alfred Tennyson lived for so many years of his earlier married life was the one in which many of his earlier poems were written. There his son Lionel, the second Lord Tennyson, was born, and there the author of “Idylls” entertained many of his literary friends and .acquaintances. That house should surely be sacred to all lovers of English literature, which saw the dawn of “In Memoriam,” which witnessed those delightful gatherings graced by Tennyson, Hallan and kindred spirits within its walls. It is to-day called “Tennyson House.” —Westminster Gazette. An Apt Comparison. When Ab del Hakk was poor he was one day traveling across a weary plain, says the author of “Life in Morocco,’’ and was very hungry. So he came to the house of the Widow Zaidah, vho was also poor ; but when he made known his want she set before him two hard-boiled eggs, all the food there was in her house. Later, when Ab del Hakk lived in Marakesh and was, very rich, Meludi, the lawyer, disliking him, persuaded the Widow Zaidah to sue him for the eggs; but not. for the eggs alone, for they would have become two chickens, which in time would have so multiplied that the whole fortune of Ab del Hakk would not now pay for them. When the case came to trial the rich man was not in court. > “Why is the defendant not here?” demanded the judge. “My lord,” said his attorney, "he is gone to sow boiled beans.” “Boiled beans?” “Boiled beans, my lord.” “Is he mad?” “He is very wise, my lord.” “Thou mockest!” "Surely, my lord, if hard-boiled eggs can be hotcbecP, boiled beans will grow.” The suit was promptly dismissed, wth costs to the plaintiff. 1 A Casual Blunder. Doctor—Yes, madam, your two sons are getting on very nicely. The elder stood the operation for the removal of the appendix exceedingly well. Mother—Oh, good gracious, doctor! That’s the wrong one. He’s the measly one. It’s the other one that has appendicitis.—Baltimore American. Trousers, in their present shape, were introduced Into the British army in 1815, and tolerated as a legitimate portion of evening dress in 1816.

The Leg/al Status of Woman. The judgment of the Supreme Court of the United States, with reference to the constitutionality .of the Oregon law limiting the laboring hours of women, decides authoritatively a much disputed question. Oregon, like some other'States, has a law which prohibits employers from requiring of women more than ten hours’ labor a day In’ mechanical and manufacturing establishments. The Supreme Court of Oregosi upheld th law against the contention that it interfered with the right of contract secured by the fourteenth amendment es the When the case came to the Supreme Court of the United States, it Was argued by defenders of the law that constitutional privilege is not infringed by a provision which protects the health of women and So of the race, that the State has a right to forbid employers from exacting from wqmen an amount of labor inimical to health, just as it has a right to demand sanitary workshops and take other pm® 9 ' ures to secure human life against disease and unhygienic conditions. This argument is embodied in the opinion of the court, delivered by Mr. Justice Brewer, who further, and establishes the principle that women, the same as children, are entitled to special protection of a sort that would not be recognized by the law in the case of men. “Her physical structure and a proper discharge of her maternal functions, having in view not merely her own health, but the wellbeing of the race, justify legislation to protect her from the greed as well as i the passion of man. The limitations which this statute (the Oregon law) places upon her contractual powers, i upon her right to agree with her em--1 ployer as to the time she shall labor, are not imposed solely for her benefit, but also for the benefit of all.” Twenty States besides Oregon have similar laws, and Justice Brewer's decision Axes their constitutionality and

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lays the principle for corresponding laws in other States. It emphasizes the power of the commonwealth to legislate for the common welfare, and places the mothers of the race in a sacred position above the sordid interests of business and property.—Youth's Companion. Head of ftreat Gas Works. Miss Ina G. Richmond, a young Irish girl, has been appointed manager of the great Magherafelt gas works, Dub-

lin. She is the first woman to occupy such a position and all Ireland is proud of her. Miss Richmond first entered the postoffice service and became an expert in telegraph and postal wotk. Later she studied gas manufacture and

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When Making a Visit. When you contemplate a visit try to make it a point to arrive at your destination during the daytime. It is sLoften difficult to locate a place at night aikl is embarrassing to the hostess aud guess. Many women could confess to their geat annoyance at receiving a card stating that h guest would arrive that day “please meet me at the train.” there is not a vacant room in the house for a guest and hundreds of trains may come in during the* day, yet the writer never states what train to meet, and the of preparing meals -and the like makes a guest of this kind anything but welcome. Some women sweep down upon

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a hostess, never sending word, but an excuse is made that she wished to surprise them. She does. A woman is a hospitable creature, and entertaining is one of her delights, but she does hot want it a compulsory affair and she wants time to prepare for it. When you desire to visit a friend write her relative to your desire, wait for her repJXprepare for the appointed day and go on the train you tell her to meet, or telegraph any change. A woman who has no consideration for her hostess is not deserving of a very cordial welcome. A good way to hang a skirt for one’s self is to sew up seams, press nicely, baste tucks or plaits in place, put on band, then fold skirt in half and. lay on table and take a finished skirt which hangs correctly and lay over same, putting a basting or row of pins around bottom edge to show where to turn up new skirt, an easy and satlsfactory way. To put in sleeve correctly, told armhole, having center fold come one inch back of shoulder seam, and where the half comes join under seam of sleeve. This always insures a perfect fit. J The drawing string is now obsolete,

as is the appendix of the ear-moving muscles. Formerly the main reliance of woman’s undergarments, it has been relegated by the new sheathlike skirts to a position which is completely ignored, by the up-to-date dressmaker. For the up-to-date dressmaker realizes the importance of underwear in a perfect fitting gown, and she insists that the lingerie be adjusted to the figure as carefully as the dress itself. Now, the drawing string never guaranteed anything save convenience even in the days when skirts were flaring as a peony, and in these days their use is sure to' produce great bungling welts under the skirt and bodice. For this reason, no woman who pretends to dress well now acknowledges acquaintance with the drawing string. Wladom’a Whispers. Familiarity may serve a purpose in disarming suspicion. The use of flattery comes in handy to boost a desperate cause. Good luck may come in siich a shape as to be anything but a satisfaction: We all feel that nature made many more mistakes in others than she did in us. Good temper has the advantage of always carrying with it a pleasure to someone. One of the really rare things is a love letter that will command publie praise. Marriage in middle life has the flavor of affection and the beauty of constancy. There is always a feeling that those who differ with ub are lacking in sound sense.

Most Traveled Woman. Miss Celeste J. Miller of Chicago 1B probably the most traveled woman in the world. For twenty-seven years she has been “on the wing” continuously, and here is a partial record of her most remarkable travel ‘ achievements: Five times has she circled the glpbe completely, in addition to almost innumerable briefer European and. Asiatic journeys that would seem long to a less traveled person. She has visited every .known country and capital in the world, with practically every group of islands, however remote, and this, whenever possible, before the ordinary “tourist route” has been worked out. The first woman to traverse South America alone, she crossed the Andes twice on this trip, covered the entire region, and made original discoveries and explorations. The first woman to go over the Trans-Siberian Railway, she traveled 500 miles in Manchuria in a mule palanquin, sleeping in Chinese hotels, visiting the great Chinese wall, etc. Her first visit to Palestine and Syria was distinguished by a 500-mile ride on an Arab horse. During this journey she had no tent, passing her nights in native huts, with sheep herders and so Morocco she traveled —3OO miles —on muleback. In Central America, Newfoundland, etc., she lived with and studied all manner of queer people such as the Cheli Indians, Nubian negroes and Eskimos, it being one of her unbreakable “travel rules” to hobnob with the different, races : met, and to stay in each country long enough really to learn something of its ways, and inhabitants. Women Succeed as Gardensn, The women gardeners of England are doing a great work in their country in extending the knowledge of scientific methods of . cultivating the soil. * “ • For the most part they are young women of good social position, who have taken up with their vocation because it is more attractive to them than other callings that are open to the English woman, and because, also, it is fairly remunerative, whether they work tor others or operate on their own account. Many of them are employed on large estates, where they hold the important and responsible posts of head gardeners; others are specialists, haying charge d certain J)rqncheß of .the agricultural work ployers carry oh. A great many of the women, however, are in business for themselves, operating on lands which they own or control under lease. But whether these women gardeners work for others or on their own account, they are able to apply to their operations the scientific methods with which they have be<x>me acquainted in some one of the schools and colleges of England which undertake to prepare women for the proper discharge of the duties of farmer and gardener. All over England they are showing by their works how to attain the best results from farming and gardening, and how to till the land economically and profitably. Tenneasee’s Stingiest Man. Gallatin claims to have the stingiest man in Tennessee, if not in. the world, and a premium is offered for his superior in closefistqdness. He got married to a home girl to save expenses. They walked around the square for a bridal tour. He bought her a nickel’s worth of stick candy for a wedding present and then suggested that they save thfe candy for the children. —Danville Advocate. Return of the polonaise. Many of the tunic princess gowns have more than a suggestion of the old polonaise. One sees the effect not only in handsome afternoon costumes, but also in evening gowns. The tunic, whatever its shape, lends itself admirably to the embroideries, braidings arid border trimmings, all of whicn are so much used now. To Save Gas. A magazine contributor saves gas when ironing by placing a pan over the irons to conserve the heat. Get a pan large enough to cover the irons used, and make a hole in the middle of the bottom and insert a wjooden knob, to be found in hardware stores.. Mid-Summer Hat. ye j C/s. A genuine summer hat, appropriate for garden fetes, etc., is suggested in accompanying model. It is white Neapolitan of the large willowy type, sknr ply but artistically trimmed with beautiful large la France roses and toll-' age.

ALL RUN DOWN. Miss Della Stroebe, who had Com» pletely Lost Her Health, Found Relief from Pe-ru-na at Once. Read What She Says: MISS DELLA STROEBE, 710 Richmond St., Appleton, Wis., writes: “For several years I was in a rundown condition, and I could find no relief from doctors and medicines. I could not enjoy my meals, and could ‘ not sleep at night. I had heavy, dark circles about the eyes. “My friends were much alarmed. I was advised to give Peruna a trial, and to my joy I began to improve with the first bottle. After taking six bottles I felt completely cured. I cannot say too much for Peruna as a medicine for women in a run-down condition?’ . Pe-ru-na Did Wonders. Mrs. Judge J, F. Boyer, 1421 Sherman Ave., Evanston, 111., says that she became run down, could neither eat por sleep well, and lost flesh and spirit. Perupadid wonders for her, and she thanks Peruna tor new life and Great Hawaiian Dock. It has practically been decided by the Navy Department, on the advice of the naval officers who have to do with the preparedness of ships tor war, to make the dock at the new Pearl Harbor station the largest of the naval structures of that sort. It will be-of the granite concrete type, which is best suited to withstand the influences of climate and resist the encroachments of water, and large enough to take in battleships which may be designed in. the next twenty-five years. There is a difference of expert opinion as to the ultimate size of ships, some officers believing that the battleship has attained (its maximum size, j Others. maintain that the 30,000-ton battleship is not far off. At all events, the Pearl Harbor dock will probably b& nearly 900 feet In length. It will be no mistake to givelthe dock-the largest possible dimensjlons, since a big dock can be used in accommodating several ships, and the space is not wasted. It is also purposed that the Pearl Harbor station shall be a model of Its kind. It will cost in its completed state about $lO,000,000, since it will have elaborate coaling, cold storage and handling facilities, as well as a plant for repairing ships. IT SEEMED INCURABLE. Body Raw with Ecieraa—DlncliarKed from Hospitals as Hopeless—Cutten r a Remedies Cured Him. “From tbe age of three months until fifteen years old, my son Owen's life was made intolerable by eczema in its worst form. In spite of treatments th<. disease gradually spread until nearly? every part of his body was quite raw. He used to tear himself dreadfully in his sleep and the agony he went through is quite beyond words. The regimental doctor pronounced the case hopeless. We had him in hospitals four times and he was pronounced one of the worst cases ever admitted. From each he was discharged as incurable. We kept trying remedy after remedy, but had gotten almost past hoping for a cure. Six months ago we purchased a set of Cutlcura Remedies. The result i#as truly marvelous, and to-day he is perfectly cured. Mrs. Lily Hedge, Camblewpll Green, England. Jan. 12, A Look Ahead. Queen Alexandra, of gracious presence herself, attended last spring’s annual Mansion House fete in London, find because of that auspicious fact there Is a tale to tell, says a writer in Harper’s Weekly, and worth the while. One of the diminutive flower maidens was both pretty and plump, and when her majesty stopped for an Instant to smile dowm upon her, what did she do put put up her wee mouth for a kiss, which she received. “Molly}!” gasped her astounded mother, after the distinguished visitor had passed on. “How could you?” Molly gave good reason. “I fought,” said she, “it ’ud be interestin’ to tell my grandchildren.” Red Cross Ball Bin* Should be In every home. Ask your grbeer for It. Large 2oz. package, 5 cents. Vnpoetlo Feet. Josselyn was feeling blue. He had come home from bls visit to a NewYork manager wltha his drama—“in rimed hexameters or something like that,” in his wife’s phrase—under his arm. As he sat gloomily turning the pages of his rejected manuscript, his wife Axed her eyes on him somewhat critically. He looked disheveled and untidy as well as dejected, and she could not help noticing it But she was ready to do the wifely part and encourage him £o fresh efforts. “If only you would ptill up your socks a bit," she said, “you might easily make a hit.” FIT Ch Vltus ’ Danc« and Narvoua Dlaeasaa ner> a ■ 1 manently cured by Dr. Klina’a Great Narva Reatorar. Saaul for FREE $9.00 trial .bottle and treatise. DR. B. H. KLINE, L<U 931 Arch Streep Philadelphia Pa Too Hwty. “Laura,” said Mr. Ferguson, crossing bis knife and fork on his plate and folding up his napkin, “what is the difference ——” “Now, George,” impatiently Interrupted Mrs. Ferguson, “you know I’m no good at answering conundrums.” “I was going to ask you,” he resumed, 'looking at his watch and rising from the' table, “what the difference in price is be- ( tween the parlor rug I picked out for ' you at the store the other day and the * one you thought you would rather have, but if it doesn’t interest you we’ll let the rug matter go by default. It’s time for me to start downtown. Don’t forget to feed Rover. Good-by.” Mrs. Winslows Syrap tor Children teething; softens the gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain, cure* Wind Colic. 25 cants a bottle.