The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 2, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 8 May 1913 — Page 6

WOMAN SUFFERED TEN YEARS From Nervousness Caused by Female 11ls —Restored to Health by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Auburn, N. Y. —“I suffered from nervousness for ten years, and had such

organic pains that sometimes I would lie in bed four days at a time, could not eat or sleep and did not want anyone to talk to me or bother me at all. Sometimes I would suffer for seven hours at a time. Different doctors did the best they could for me

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until four months ago I began giving Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound a trial and now I am in good health.” —Mrs. William H. Gill, 15 pleasant Street, Auburn, New York. “Doctor’s Daughter Took It.” St Cloud, Minn. —“ I was so run down by overwork and.worry that I could not stand it to have my children talk aloud or walk heavy on the floor. One of my friends said, * Try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, for I know a doctor’s daughter here in town who takes It and she would not take it if it were not good.’ “ I sent for the Compound at once and kept on taking it until I was all right. ” —Mrs Bertha M. Quickstadt, 727 sth Avenue, S.» St. Cloud, Minn. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound may be relied upon as the most efficient remedy for female ills. Why don’t you try it?

Get a Canadian Home In Western Canada’s Free Homestead Area THE PROVINCE Manitoba WJrR* < A has several New Home«a? M steading Districts that ■ • . A djß afford rare opportunity F* 'w StSSI to secure ICO acres ofexce I lent agricultural land I KES. For Grain Growing ?Spi and Cattle Raising ASuu this province has no superior and • in profitable agriculture shows an sl%>'A J unbroken period of over a quarter of a Century. _*/ JmLj Perfect climate: good markets; Eg{3=gs?Sf£S9 railways convenient: soil the very best, and social conditions most desirable. Vacant lands adjacent to Free .rv3 Homesteads may be purchased rtojtj and also in the older districts $> lands can be bought at reason- < able prices. For farther particulars, write to W. s. NETHERY, X 418 GARlixtK 81.110, Toledo, Ohio, or ' 21&Traeli«a Terminal Wdg., Indianapolis ** Canadian Government'Agents, or |RrV.,,, est. address Superintendent of BE.-« <. H? Immigration, Ottawa, Canada. RESINOL CURED AWFULPIMPLES Whole Face Covered, Now Clean Brooklyn, N. Y„ Oct. 9, 1912. “I was troubled with two or three pimples coming out on my chin.„ In a week or so my whole face was covered with them. Friends advised me to use different lotions and salves. I tiled them, but they did me little good, if any. I finally washed the pimples with Resinol Soap and applied Resinol Ointment before going to bed. In the morning I found the swelling gone down, and the Inflammation gone from the pimples. I tried this treatment for about a week, and found that most of the pimples had disappeared. I kept the treatment up for about a month, and then my face was clear of all pimples. I have used Resinol Soap since and find that the pimples do not come back.” (Signed) Walter A. Stenstrum, 54 Willoughby Ave. If you are suffering from itching, burning skin troubles, pimples, blackheads, dandruff, stubborn sores or piles, it will cost you nothing to try Resinol Ointment and Resinol Soap. Just send to Dept. 20-K, Resinol, Baltimore, Md., for a free sample of each. Every druggist sells Resinol. You Need NO “SPRING MEDICINE” ■ you ken* your liver active, your bowels regular and your digestion good Regulate the Bowels Stimulate the* Liver Improve Digestion and Purify the Blood FTTI ALLEN’S bj FOOT=EASE, ftaaL The Antiseptic powder shaken into ■JBMkbmo- the shoes— The Standard RemHHMSSB edy tor the feet for a quarter BHSgEaB century 30.000 testimonials. Sold Trade Mark, everywhere, 25c, Sample FREE. Address. Allen S. Olmsted. Le Roykfj Y. TheMiawhopotthe EEs in FEET. FREE TO WOMEN—PISO’S TABLETS •re recommended as the best local remedy lor women's ailments. Easy to use, prompt to relieve. Tws weeks'treatment, and an article “Causes of Diseases in Women" mailed free. THE FISH COMPANY, NX E, WARREN, PA. landfor sale Twenty thousand acres Improved and unimproved form land cheap, easy terms, In tracts 40 a. or more & Oaeman Co., Mich. Best of soil, near railroad* and town*, rood markets, numerous lakes and Streams, fine climate. If for a home or investment. Writeror full particular a terr,* For Kale— Beat payihg millinery bu*ine*a in Oakland, Cal. (»«.00» **tab. • year*; in eenter of bitoine** *ectlort; eomwlete stock, ete. For particular* addr. Ajß. FRIEND. 1B«B San Pa Mo Ave.. Oakland. Cai. FOR SALE —fOO A. NJEAR COTULLA, laA Salle Co. Tex.; «« < cult.. * outbldgs.. ete. I- B. Glle*. Cotulla. Tex. FOR SALE —520 A NR. IRONS, LAKE CO., Mich,; 70a. cult. bal. P a,tur XL?^v’' to H^?*ks l barns, ete. G. Sabano*, Irons. *Mlch., Box M. FOR SA LE— IJIO A NB 1 AR a LE h~,« N MtM~ ttt <>. Mteb f«S *• cult.. »r. houne. outblga. * i f r«un C. J. Severance. Lev.rln«.MMk.

TOO MANY STATES NEGLIGENT Fall to Report Cases of Tuberculosis or to Class It as a Communicable, Infectious Disease. Os the 33 states where reporting of all living cases of tuberculosis is required, adequate or reasonably complete records are kept In not more than eight. Twenty states and territories have no laws or regulations requiring the reporting of tuberculosis, and in most of these states consumption is not classified officially by the health authorities as a communicable, infectious disease. These states are: Arizona, Alaska, Arkansas, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Illinois, lowa, Kentucky, Missouri, Montana, Nevada. New Mexico, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Philippine Island, South Dakota and Wyoming. Special laws requiring reporting and registration of tuberculosis have been passed in Colorado. Connecticut, District of Columbia, Kansas, Maine, Maryland, Michigan, Mississippi, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York. Rhode Island and Vermont. In twenty other states, tuberculosis is included in the lists of infectious diseases that must be reported by physicians. FACE ALMOST COVERED WITH PIMPLES AND BLACKHEADS Atchison, Kan. —“For a number of years I suffered very greatly from skin eruption. My face was very red and Irritated, being almost covered with pimples and blackheads. The pimples were scattered over my face. They were a fine rash with the exception a few large pimples on my foreheaj and chin. My face burned and looked red as if exposed to either heat cr cold. It was not only unsightly but very uncomfortable. I tried several remedies but couldn’t get any relief. I was recommended to use Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Ointment. “I applied the Cuticura Ointment in the evening, leaving it for about five minutes, then washing it off with Cuticura Soap and hot water. I washed with the Cuticura Soap and hot water also several times during the day. After about four months of this application, my face was cleared of the pimples. I still use the Cuticura Soap.” (Signed) Miss Elsie Nielson Dec. 29, 1911. Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post-card “Cuticura, Dept L, Boston.” Adv. Short Hatpin Law. We have observed a disposition in the newspapers outside of Massachu setts to belittle the law against long hatpins that will become effective early in April. There is one excep tion, however. The New York Sun, which used to boast that it “shines for all,” takes a sane view of the mat ter. “The protection of life and limb,’ declares the Sun, “capnot be deemed sumptuary legislation. Is it not rea sonable to approve the Massachusetts statute just passed providing that the deadly end of hatpins worn in public shall be sheathed? The rapier is not less beautiful with a foil. The bat pin scabbard can be made esthetic; the fears of man can be allayed, his miserable life spared. Sovereign woman can still slay with her eyes; she needn’t put out the other fellow’s.” No, she need not, and it is within her power to make the penalties of the new- law harmless by setting the sash ion of wearing a protector. Let her heed the advice of the Sun and make the scabbard of the hatpin esthetic. As already suggested, let the federated clubs address themselves to this troublesome problem and the affair can be settled to everybody’s satisfaction within a very short time. —From the Lynn Item. Much of World Unexplored. Despite the discovery of both poles, a large portion of the earth still remains unexplored. Roughly, it is estimated that about 7,000,000 equate miles, or approximately, one-eighth of the total land surface of the world, Is still a mystery to civilization. Included in this area are vast tracts of polar region, portions of Arabia, jungles and mountains in South America, spreading wastes in Australia, regions in the Himalayas, dark haunts in Borneo, and the Congo basin, and stretches of the Sahara. Youthful Diplomat Lola, five years old, wanted a pair of skates, but she was very naughty in school, and always seated in the last row-, father would not get them for her. He compromised, saying that if she were bright enough to get in the first row she could have them. A week later she came home saying she wes in the first row. Father said: “Fine! How’d you do it?” Lola said: “I told teacher I could’t see the blackboard from way back there, and she put me In the first row." Shrewd Business Trick. He had sold his farm to a neighbor for a young heifers (this was east of the Rockies) and he was chuckling visibly as he tied the heifer to tie back of the cart containing his household goods. “What you laughing at?" his wife asked him. “Why,” he chortled, “that feller thinks that farm is forty acres and It’s sixty acres. I’ve unloaded twenty more on him than he thinks!” Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a sate and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years. Children Ciy for Fletcher’s Castoria illogical. “Can’t teach and be a mother, too,” says the headlines on the antis* arguments. But It seems one can be a washerwomanmr a few hundred other things as well as a mother when necessity calls.—New York Tribune. Needing an audience for a job lot of hard luck stores, misery terras company. Delicious brown cakes made from Mrs. Austin's Bag Pancake Flour. All grocers. Adv. < Love levels all things, whea law Is cm the lavdL

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AR up on the northwest coast of America, in the Land of the Midnight Sun, is a country which still defies the hardiest traveler; a land where huge mountains rise, sheer out from the water's edge on an ice-bound, storm-swept coast; the home of vast

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glaciers, unknown lakes and rivers, silent valleys and unpeopled wastes. Ponder a moment on these lines from the able pen of one who has lived the

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life and tramped the trails across the great unknown: No! There’s the land. (Have you seer It?) It’s the cussedest land that I know. From the big-, dtzzy mountains that screen it. To the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it; Some say it’s a fine land to shun; Maybe: but there’s some as would trade It For no land on earth—and I’m one. So, indeed, does the wanderer feel, once he has fought Nature in her sternest moods, or reveled in the short but glorious summers of Alaska. The rapid changes of climatic conditions In the arctic are constant sources of wonderment to the man who has never previously experienced them. Today he may roam over countless miles of

GREAT HEN IN GtHWON GLAY Models by C. A. BEATY Words by SENE HORGAN | r or fl *• ’ jst • n jS 'CSsr* Th JIM HILL. They laud the mountains of the west, those peaks with which the landscape’s blessed, but e'en Pike’s summit seems quite nil when measured with the great Jim Hill. His top is snow-capped, somewhat bare, but mines of value nestle there, not coal or ore of any kind, but lodes of vast financial mind. He put the tracks in “trackless plains” until scarce any trace remains, of all those wild and wooly scenes except, on moving picture screens. Long freight trains labor up the heights whkh once beheld cruel Indian fights and in the valleys farmers toil, inducing the reluctant soil to give forth wheat in wealth untold where once the bison’s snort was bold. The “prairie schooner” now gives place to motor cars of dizzy pace and where smoke signals once did curl, we hear the telephone’s sweet purl. The city where they make the flour is where James J. upholds his +ower and warns the eager countryside to store what nature doth provide. All titles haughty doth he scorn, he doesn’t need to blow his horn. This fact is good enough for him: Throughout the state they worship “Yim.” . (Copyright, 1912, by Universal Press Syndicate.)

Hamlet In Japan. We can never hope to see in London Shakespearian productions on the same lines as those which find favor In Japan. Not long ago the Kobe Herald described a performance in that town of “Hamlet,” with the scene laid In modern Japan. “The Prince of Denmark appears first in a silk hat and a ewallow-tail coat; then on a bicycle, clad in a bright blue cycling suit and striped stockings; and then in evening dress again, with a flower in his buttonhole. This up-to-date collegian

Seeking Long Buried Gold. A Wisconsin college professor has formed a company to dig for £2,000,000, believed to have been buried more than 200 years ago on Oak Island, a short distance from the port of Chester, Nova Scotia, says the Minneapolis Journal. Capt. John Welling, for fifteen years first officer on a government steam dredge has charge ol the work. An unsuccessful attempt was made by three men to recover this treasure in 1795. They abandoned the work after reaching a depth

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desolate, barren wastes, where snow and frost still hold the earth beneath their iron grip. If perchance he passes there again within a few weeks’ time, when once the sun’s warm rays have played their part, the face of Nature seems to have entirely changed. Here, in this valley, where a short time since nothing but snow lay deep, far as the eye could reach, what sight is it that meets the gaze? Luxuriant grasses waving in the wind and countless flowers all bursting into bloom. The tender green of spring shows forth on every bush, while birds, and even butterflies, besport themselves where formerly no living thing was seen. Down through the' smiling valley runs a babbling stream, and in its crystal waters numerous trout are busy feeding. What marvel, too, has brought to life myriads of mosquitoes

has little more resemblance to e the Hamlet whom Shakespeare conceived I than a Jew of the modern type would ■ bear to the Shy lock of ancient Venice.” Ophelia, for the purposes of the play, was transformed into a fellow . student of Hamlet at the University of Tokyo.—London Chronicle. In Defense of Mother Tongue. Italy, as well as France, now has ■ the football craze, and the fact has caused Sig. Luciano Zuccoli to raise a . 1 cry of alarm on behalf of his mother

of thirty feet. E arl y in the nine- ; teenth century another attempt was • made to reach the treasure, but after I gging ninety-five feet and unearth- j Inga large stone on which was carved, “Ten feet below are £2,000,000 buried,” the pit filled with water , and the work was abandoned. Strange Artificial Eye. In order to Increase the resolving • | power of the microscope, a European doctor employs for illuminating the , 1 j object to be examined the ultra-violet |

and other insect I life from beneath those great stretches of snow and ice which lay for iloonths upon the ground? No man san tell nor any pen describe these ms nifold mysteries of the frozen north. Here, in these brief, sweet surimer months, the nomad may linger, gazing by day or night on a never-setting sun, breathing an •air the purest and most invigorating that ever was wafted on the breeze, coming from snow-tipped peaks and down their slopes which are densely clad with hardy mountain pines. But let the wanderer in quest of sunshine beware lest he overstaps his welcome, since once that great magician, King Frost, asserts his sway, this is 110 land for the weaklings: Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones. Them will I take tb my bosom, them will I call my sot’s. For this is the! stern law of Alaska, and woe betide pirn who scoffs at it. Even among tile ones and hardy pioneers of today terrible indeed are signs I written on many of their bodies. Starred and rugged veterans show, with a smiling face, places where once fingers or toes adorned, their hands or feet, but which have now gone forever, a token of man’s struggle; against Nature’s cruelty. Let thjjse who sit in a comfortable chair b| the fireside at home, in 20 degrees oil frost, think what life is like in a tent with the thermometer ready 50 degrees or 60 degree below zero. Only thoijse who have been and felt it can realipe what this means. Probably no country on earth has lured so many people to ruin and destruction, in proportion to the numbers visiting ill, as Alaska has done in many of thle great gold rushes which have tpkeh place in recent years. The writer, during three seasons spent in I that country, and in trips extending from its southernmost portions to the, arctic shores, has personally been an eye-witness of many pitiful scenes there. The time has already arrived! when fast steamers make pleasure) -trips during summer, and convey tolurists in comfort along the southern c basts of Alaska, through some of the filnest fjords and scenery on earth. But! probably none of these luxurious travelers has any idea of the privations suffered by many of the old-time pioneers who followed this route on their- way td the new Eldorado. Nor cs|.n they hope to realize what a winter is like within the arctic circle. Mr. R. W. Service has more accurately described this than any other writer in the following splendid lines;: The winter! tire brightness that blinds you, The white land locked tight as a drum. The cold fear 'that follows and finds you. The silence that bludgeons you dumb. The snows tlttlt are older than history. The woods vjhere the weird shadows slant. The stillness, he moonlight, the mystery. I’ve bade ’em good-bye—but I can’t. No more a we- inspiring scene can be witnessed than that of the ice breaking up on soime big river, such as the Yukon, or many others in Alaska, when the p«|nt-up waters burst their way in spritg through many miles of icy fetters, with an accompaniment of appalling noises which bewilder the on looker. Or again, let the traveler gaze a while at some spot where one of the huge glaciers ends abruptly in the sea, towering aloft above the waters. Here vast masses of ice constantly fall off, drift aimlessly about, and form a continual source of menace to unwary mariners.

| tongue. He complains that the most I musical of all languages is being debased by the introduction of harsh sounding sporting terms imported from England, although for many of these, such as “match.” “rush” and ; “trial,” there are satisfactory home- ; made equivalents. One of the largest ; athletic bodies in Italy has an entireI ly English name, “The Milan Football ' and Cricket club.” Yet football, Sig. Zucoli points out, is a direct descendant of the old Roman game, “harpastlim.”.

rays of the spectrum, which, though highly effective in photography, are totally invisible to the human eye. For I focusing and adjusting the.image a kind of artiheial eye is employed, vhich consists of an eye lens of crysal glass and a retina of fluorescent glass. The image formed on this reina by the ultra-violet rays can be 1 examined visually through an ordinary lens. The fluorescent light, however, is injurious to'the eye, and this method of examination is sparingly j used.

POLLY fflS ft BRICK Fen in Love With Rich Son and Then Married the Butler. BY W. P. QUAYLE. I remember well the day when Mr. James came home and told his mothcf that he was engaged to be married. I was butler then at the Stacey place They were not what you would call well-born; myself I’d call it rich-born. They had piles of money, and besides myself there were a first and second man, to say nothing of the maids and Mrs. Simmons, the housekeeper. James Staqey had been his mother’s idol. He had inherited all her pride, and he had her obstinacy too, and more. So when I heard of it I knew there would be a battle royal between them. You see, I knew the young woman. Polly Ryland was one of the smartest girls in old Stacey’s perfumery'department. You know, he died before the department store);, was as large as it is now, but it went on just the same and prospered, though young Mr. Stacey seldom went near it until he accidentally met Polly there. She was the prettiest thing—a country girl, small, vivid, as you might call it, with deep gray eyes and a mass of red hair. Pretty red, sir, not car-roty-like. That hair goes with a temper, they say, but sometimes they’re wrong; I guess. James Stacey had never been in love before. He was a quiet, studious chap, a good deal of a book-worm, and a good deal of a snob. I overheard him telling his mother about Miss Ryland. “Well, my dear James,” she said in her stately way, “if your heart has spoken to you I shall not interfere, provided the young lady is worthy of you. And 1 must say it will take a good deal of character, not to speak of worldly emoluments”—that was the word she used —“to be worthy of you. Can I guess, James? It is not one of the Sanger girls?” “No, mother,” said Mr. James, very subdued. “Then one of those charming daughters of Mrs. Lucas? No? Well, James, I will cease guessing. Who is she?” “Her name is Miss Mary Rylands,” said Mr. James. “She works—” “Works, James!” “In the perfumery department of our store.” Mrs. Stacey burst out laughing. “You are very amusing, my dear boy,” she said. “Amusing or not, mother, I am going to marry her,” said James Stacey, and then the battle was on. But that was all I heard that day, because 1 dared not wait any longer. “He’ll marry her,” said Mrs. Simmons when I told her that evening. “And a good thing too. It’ll be the making of him. He isn’t a man yet, he’s a ninny.” “Seems to me she’s too good for Mr. James,” said Louise, the first housemaid. “Most any girl would be.” “Hold your tongue and don’t be speaking disrespectfully of your betters,” cried Mrs. Simmons, who is English, angrily. It was about five days after that that Mr. James won the first battle of the war. He brought Miss Ryland up to the house and I was fortunate enough to be in the dining room when Mrs. Stacey swept down to receive her. She wouldn’t have her in her sacred reception room—l suppose she thought she would steal something. “Humph!” she said, looking at her through her lorgnette. “So you are the young woman whom my son wishes to marry!” “Yes, Mrs. Stacey,” answered Miss Polly demurely. I should have thought her looks would have softened anybody’s heart, but not hers. “James, you may leave us,” said his mother, and James, who knew when to yield, left the room submissively. I caught the look of surprise upon Miss Polly’s face. “Now, my dear young woman,” said Mrs. Stacey, dropping her airs, “let us have a frank talk. William!” William’s me, and that meant I wasn’t meant to hear. But I did hear. Eavesdrop? Not a bit of it, sir. I was uncorking wine in the back dining room beside the dumb-waiter, and if I overheard that was no fault of mine. “I understand that my son wishes to marry you,” Mrs. Stacey says. “I suppose you wish to marry my son?” I didn’t hear Miss Polly’s answer. “It would be a great change from your present mode of life,” said Mrs. Stacey scornfully, "“and let me say that you never will marry James. Now don’t misunderstand me. Os course, if you two choose to elope I cannot prevent it, but the property is mine absolutely and if you marry him not a penny will go to him. Is it worth while to ruin his life? Remember, I am a woman of my word. I never have changed and I never will change. Now! ” I couldn’t hear the answer, but I heard the rising note in Miss Polly’s voice. I think Mrs. Stacey had meant to offer her money but changed her plan in time. Anyway, by the time Mr. , James came in both women were cry- 1 ing and there was a three-cornered fight in progress. Miss Polly insisted that James should take her out of the house for ever. The next thing I have to tell you is that, having said she never changed, like all such persons, Mrs. Stacey did change. I guess her love for Mr. James was pretty deep after all. A couple of weeks later Miss Polly was installed in the Stacey house and bad given up her work at the store. This was the agreement: Miss Pol-1 ly was to be “educated” for one whole ■ year to see whether she could shake ; off her commonness sufficiently to make her marriageable to Mr. James. Os course nobody was to meet her, but then the Staceys hadn’t any friends anyway—they weren’t that kind. A few acquaintances, and once in a while one of them to dinner. But even then they wouldn’t meet Miss Polly, and if they did they wouldn’t know, because she came to us a& a companion, to Mrs. Stacey. Think of (hat, sir, to make your son’s future wife a companion. And she was to study and have a tutor and learn deportment—but it was all done in such a sly, malicious manner 11 don’t see how any girl could have stood for it. •

But Miss Polly was a brick. She knew that Mr. James loved her and; she was willing to undergo a good deal; for him. I know that he went down,' on his knees to her when she refused I at first and begged her to overlook his mother’s oddities. “When we are married it will be different, dear,” he said. And if Mr. James had been the right sort it mightn’t have mattered much, because, after all, we can make pretty nearly what we wish of ourselves. But between them they gradually crushed all the spirit and brightness out of the I girl. They were trying to educate her up to them. I’ve seen her crying tv hen shb thought nobody knew. And yet she wasn’t the kind to be untrue to her word. She’d promised Mr. James and she megnt to keep her word. They used to tell her little things at ■ the table. “Don’t hold your fork so I low down, Miss Ryland.” “Soup should ; be drunk from the side, not from the point of the spoon.” "Do not cut yohr bread —break it. And remember never to ask for butter at dinner.” And ten minutes later Mr. James would be begging her pardon and pleading witH her to stay. She used to confide in me a little,, and sometimes she’d stop in when I was polishing the silver and speak to me. And she knew that I knew. It was after a couple of months of this that I heard Mrs. Stacey say to her sOn that Miss Polly would never do for a wife for him. “She would ma”ke a capital helpmeet for William,” she said,, “but not for you, my dear. Corqe, now; be a man and conquer your infatuation. Will you?” Half an hour later Mr. James came out, looking very white and shaky, an'd asked Miss Polly. I knew then that he had been won over and the pair of them were going to turn her out intothe street. Because of course she had never accepted a penny from, them and never would, and she had no place to go to. But 1 wasn’t going to let her leave that night “Miss Ryland has a headache, Mr. James,” I said. “I heard her telling Mrs. Simmons that she was going to bed.” “All right, tomorrow will do, I guess,” he said, and went away with a sort of relieved air about him. But what I had said was a lie; because at that moment Miss Ryland was sitting in my pantry, where I’d been telling her about my home, and how it was ’ near to hers, and I’d made her laugh with my stories and the color had come back into her pretty cheeks, and she flashed her eyes in the way she had and laughed more merrily j than I’d ever known her to since she. came into the Stacey home. When I came back from speaking to Mr. James outside the pantry Miss Polly was standing up, rather white again. “What made you teli Mr. James that awful falsehood?” she asked, and I didn’t know what to. say. But somehow’ she wasn’t so very angry with me and I saw a twinkle of amusement in those deep eyes of hers, sc.- L plucked up courage. “He’s awful peculiar, Mr. James I answered. “Maybe he wouldn’t think it fitting that you should be in: here talking to me.” “And pray why fiot?” she asked. “Because,” I answered, “I’m a ser-' vant and you are a lady. Leastways, X hope you’ll never be the sort of lady Mrs. Stacey is,” I continued. She was going to flash out at me. I thought, but instead suddenly burst into tears and put her handsout on the table and het head in her hands and I think she cried then for all the days of misery that those two had made her go through. “You are my only friend, William,” she said to me. “You don’t know bow * unhappy lam here. I love James and he loves me, but we were never madeto live the same sort of life. I can’t understand all those things they tell me and they make my head acheand —” “It’ll be worse after you’re married,, my dear,” I says. You see, I felt now that we were equals in spite of our stations, and I thought a good deal of Miss Polly—as a friend, 1 mean. “It’ll be worse after you’re married,” , I says. “What they do to you now won’t be a particle to what they'll do to you then.” You understand, sir, it was up to me now to get Miss Polly to break it all off, so that she should never be humiliated by knowing that they nieant to do it for her. They were tired of her, they thought they hatefl her breed- - ing and were ashamed of it, but what they really couldn’t stand for was hegenuineness. . ” “I’m not going to get married,” Miss Polly sobbed. “I hate men anyway. I’m never going to marry any man.” And then I don’t know what put it into my head. I suppose it was some devilishness bred in me—l’m Irish on my father’s side —but I had a thought then that I hadn’t dared to think before. And besides, I happened to remember that I had twelve hundred' dollars in the savings bank. “O, yes, you are, my dear,” I said, “You are going to marry me. I’m not only a butler, but I’m going to be a gentleman tomorrow. I’ve got twelve hundred in the bank and I’m going Into the coal business. Run upstairs and put your bonnet on and I’ll meet you in five minutes at the side door.” That’s the true story of this Stacey affair. What! You’re a newspaper reporter? I wish you’d told me before and I’d have let you know a thing or two more besides, because I want to let those Staceys down good and hard. But say, don’t you write a word about him having meant to give her the mitten. She’ll never know that. (Copyright. 1913. by W. G. Chapman.) Safe. The nervous little man dashed Inta the office of the superintendent of the office building. “Is this building fireproof?” asked i the little man. “No, sir, it is not,” replied the superintendent. “Thank heaven,” exclaimed the US tie man. “Can you rent me an office at once?” Preparing for Dad. “Get your toys off the couch, m, dear,” said the mother. “What for, ma?” asked the young hopeful. “Your father is going to stay home this evening and, of course, he'll want to He down and go to sleep Immediately after supper."