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WHY DRUGGISTS SWAMP-ROOT For msny years druggists have watched With much interest the remarkable record maintained by Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, the greet kidney, liver and bladder medi•ine. It is a physician’s prescription. Swamp-Root is a strengthening znedieine. It helps the kidneys, liver and bladder do the work nature intended they should do. . , . x . Swamp-Root has stood the test of years. It is sold by all druggists on its merit and it should help you. No other kidney medicine has so many friends. Be sure to get Swamp-Root and start treatment at once. J ' However, if you wish first to test this great preparation send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N1 Y., for a sample bottle. | When writing be sure and mention this paper.—Adv. Assuming Knowledge. < "Do you know anything about esparto?” “Oh, yes; we were entertained by his family when we were traveling in Spain.” GREEN’S AUGUST FLOWER The Remedy With a Record of Fiftyfour Years of Surpassing Excellence. Those ivho suffer from nervous dyspepsia, constipation, indigestion, torpid liver, dizziness, Jieadaches, coming up of food, wind on stomach, palpitation and indications of fermentation and indigestion will find Green’s August Flower a most effective and efficient assistant in the restoration of nature’s functions and a return to health and happiness. There could be no better testimony of the value of this remedy for these troubles than the fact that its use for the last fifty-four years has extended into many thousands of households all over the civilized world and no indication of any failure has been obtained in all . that time where medicine dould effect relief. Sold everywhere.—Adv. Evening Star. ! Any planet that rises before midnight is called an “evening star.” If it does not rise until after midnight It is a morning star. These terms are never applied to the real stars, which are called “fixed stars,” but only to planets, which are not stars. USE “DIAMOND DYES” Dye right! 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“HUNGRY—HUNGRY.” Synopsis.—Dissatisfied because of the seemingly barren outlook of his position as a school teacher in a Canadian town, John Harris determines to leave it, take up land in Manitoba and become a “homesteader.” Mary, the girl whom lie loves, declares she will accompany him. They are married and set out for the unknown country. They select a homestead, build a home and begin their life work of making the prairie fertile farm land. Returning from selling his first crop, Harris finds his wife despondent almost to insanity from loneliness, and with the (immediate expectation of becoming a mother. A son is born io them, to whom they give the name of Allan. The story now jumps forward twenty-five years. Harris is prosperous and all for getting rich. Mary is toil-worn and saddened over tile change in her husband. Allan works with his father. Beulah, the pretty daughter, is rebellious -at the shut-in farm life. Jim Travers is an unusual hired man.

CHAPTER IV—Continued. —7— “.Tim,” she said, after a while, when the noise of the milking was drowned in the creamy froth, “I’m getting near the end of this kind of thing. Father’s getting more and more set on money all the time. He thinks I should slave along too to pile up more beside what he’s got already, but I’m not going to do it much longer. I’m not afraid of work, or hardship either. I’d live in a shack if I had to, I’d—” “Would you live in a shack?” said Jim. v She shot n quick look at him. But he was quietly smiling into his milk pail, and she decided to treat his question impersonally. “Yes, I’d live in a shack, too, if I had to. I put in my first years tn a sodhouse, and there was more real happiness romping up and down the land then than there is now. In those days everybody was so poor that money didn’t count. . . . It’s different now.” Jim did not pursue the subject, and the milking was completed in silence. Jim finished first, and presently the rising hum of the cream separator was heard from the kitchen. “There he goes, winding his arm off —for me,” said the girl, as she rose from the last cow. “Poor Jim —I wish I knew whether it’s just human kindness makes him do it, or whether —” She stopped, coloring a little over the thought that had almost escaped into words; i When the heavy grind of the separating was finished Jiin went quietly to his own room, but the girl put on a clean dress and walked out through the garden. At the lower gate she stooped to pick a flower, which she held tor a moment to her face; then, toying lightly with it in her fingers, she slipped the latch and continued along the path leading down into the ravine. To the right lay the bench where the sodhouse had stood, not so much as a mound now marking the spot; but the thoughts of the girl turned yearningly to it, and to the days of the lonely but not unhappy childhood which it had sheltered. Presently she reached the water, and her quick ear caught the sound of a muskrat slipping gently into the stream from the reeds on the opposite bank; she could see the widening wake where he plowed his swift way across the pond. Then her own figure Stood up before her. graceful and lithe as the willows on the bank. She surveyed it a minute, then flicked the flower at her face in the water, and turned slowly homeward. She was not unhappy, but a dull sense of loss oppressed her —a sense that the world was very rich and very beautiful, and that she was feasting neither on its richness nor its beauty. There was a stirring of music and poetry in her soul, but neither music nor poetry found expression. And presently she discovered she was thinking about Jim Travers. Her mother sat in the dining room, knitting by the light of the hanging lamp. Her face seemed very pale and lovely In the soft glow. “Don’t you think you have done enough?” said the girl, slipping into a sitting posture on the floor by her mother's knee. “You work, work, work, all the time. I suppose they’ll have to let you work in heaven.” “We value our work more as we grow older.” said the mother. . . . “It helps to keep us from thinking.” “There you go!” exclaimed the girl; but there was a tenderness in her voice. “Worrying . again. I wish they’d stay home for a change.” The mother plied her needles in silence. “Slip away to bed, Beulah,” she said at length. “I will wait up for a while.” Late in the night the girl heard heavy footsteps in the kitchen and bursts of loud but indistinct talking. CHAPTER V. Notwithstanding Harris’ late hours the household ivhs 6iirly’astYr the following morning. At five o’clock Jim was at work in the stables, feeding, rubbing down and harnessing his horses, while Allan and his father walked to the engine, where they built a fresh fire and made some minor repairs. A little later Beulah came down to the corral with her milk-palls, and the cows, comfortably chewing where they rested on their warm spots of earth, rose slowly and with evident great reluctance at her approach. The Harris farm, like fifty thousand others, rose from its brief hush of test and quiet to the sounds [and energies of another day. Breakfast, like the meal of the night

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before, was eaten hurriedly, and at first without conversation, but at length Harris paused long enough to remark, “Riles is talkin’ o’ goin’ West.” “The news might be worse.” said Beulah. Riles, although a successful farmer, had the reputation of being grasping aAd hard to a degree, even in a community where such qualities, in moderation, were by no means considered vices. Harris paid no attention to his daughter’s Interruption. It was evident, however, that his mention of Riles had a purpose behind it, and presently he continued: “Riles has been writin’ to the department of the interior, and it seems they’re openin’ a lot of land for homesteadin’ away West, not far from the Rocky mountains. Seems they have a good climate there, and good soil, too.” “I should think Mr. Riles would be content with what he has," said Mary Harris. “He has a fine farm here, and I’m sure both him and his wife have worked hard enough to take it easier now.” “Hard work never killed nobody.” pursued the farmer. “Riles is good for many a year yet. and free land ain't what it once was. Those homesteads’ll be worth twenty, dollars an acre by the time they’re proved up.” Breakfast and Harris’ speech came to an end simultaneously, and the subject was dropped for the time. In a few minutes Jim had his team hitched to the tank wagon in the yard. The men jumped aboard and the wagon rattled down the read to where the engine and plows sat in the stubblefield. “What notion’s this father’s got about Riles, do you suppose, mother?” a&S a Pfl P-Wb wW ‘I “Say, Jim, Honestly, What Makes You Do It?’” asked Beulah, as the two women busied themselves with the morning work in the kitchen. “Dear knows,” said her mother, wearily. “I hope he doesn’t take it in his head to go out there, too.” ’‘Who, Dad? Oh, he wouldn’t do that. His heart’s quite wrapped up in the farm here. I wish he’d unwrap it a bit and let it peek out at times.” “I’m not so sure. I’m beginning to think it’s the money that’s in the farm your father’s heart is set on. If the money was to be made somewhere else his heart would soon shift. Here I’ve slaved and saved until I’m an—an old woman, and what better are we for it? We’ve better things to eat and more things to wear and a bigger house .(to keep clean, and your father thinks-we ought to be satisfied. But he isn’t satisfied himself. He’s slaving harder than ever, and now he’s got this notion about going West. Oh, you’ll see it will come to that. He knows our life isn’t complete, and he thinks more money will complete it. All the experience of twenty years hasn’t taught him any better.” Beulah stood aghast at this outburst, and when her mother paused and looked at her, and she saw the unbidden wells of water gathering in the tender eyes, the girl could no longer restrain herself. With a cry she flung her arms about her mother’s neck, and for a few moments the two forgot their habitual restraint and were but naked souls mingling together. “Your rathtr is hungry,” said the mother. “Hungry—hungry, and he thinks that more land, more money, more success, will fiH him. And in the meantime he’s forgetting the things that would satisfy—the love that was ours, the little dev o—Oh, child, what am I saying? What an unfaithful creature I am? You must forget, Beulah, you must forget these words—words of shame they are!” “The shame is his,” declared the girl, defiantly, “and I won’t stand this nonsense about homesteading again—l just won’t stand it If he says anything more about It I’ll—l’ll fly off, that’s what I’ll do. And I’ve a few remarks for him about Riles that won’t keepxmuch longer. The old badger—he’s fit the bottom of all this.” “You mustn’t quarrel with your father, dearie, you mustn’t do that.” “I’m not going to quarrel with him, but I’m going to say some things that need saying. And if it cqmes to a shewdown, and he must go—well, he must, but you and I will stay with the old farm, won’t we, mother?*’ “There, there now,” the mother said, gently stroking her daughter’s hair. [ “Let us forget this, and remember how i

much we have to be c thankful for. W< have our health, and our home, r.ni the bright sunshind. and —I declare.’ she interrupted, catohing a glimpse oi something through the. window, “if tin cows haven’t broken from the lowei pasture and are alt, through the oat field! You’ll have to take Collie anti get them back, somehow] or bring then up to the corral." 1 Pulling a sun bonnet japoir her heac Beulah called the dog, which came leaping upon her until boisterous affection, and hurried dovyn the path tc the field where the sows stood almost lost in a jungie of gryeu oat's. She soon located the breach in the fence and, witli the help of the dog. quickly turned the cows toward it. But alack! just as victory seemed assured a rabbit was frightened- from its hidLigplace in the green oats and sailed forth in graceful bounjds across the pasture. The dog, of course, concluded that the capture of the rabbit was of much more vital importance to the Harris homestead ,tlum driving any number of stupid cattle, and darted across the field In pursuit, wasting his breath in sharp, eager yelps as he went. Whereupon the cows turned oatward again, not boisterously not insolently, but with a cilm persistence that steadily wore Out the girl’s strength and patience. ( She was in ric joyous mood at best, and the perverseness of things aggravated her beyond endurance. Her callings to the cattle became nfore and more tearful, anc presently ended In a sib. “There, now, Bt-qlah; don’t worry; we will have them in a minute," said a quiet voice, and looking about she found Jim almost at' her. elbow, his omnipresent smile playing gently about his white teeth. “I was down at the creek filling the tank, when I saw you had a little rebellion <tn your hands, and I thought re-enfofeements might be in order.” “You might *ve hollered farthei back.” she said, halt reproachfully, but there light of appreciation in hei eye when she dared, raise it towar l him. “I’m afraid 1 was beginning tc be very—foolish.” She tripped again on |the treacherous buckwheat, but he held her arm in a strong grasp against which the weight of her slim figure seemed but as a feather blown against a wall. Thee they set about their task, but the sober-eyed cows bad no thought of be ing easily deprived of their feast, anc it was some time before they were all turned back into the pasture and the fence temporarily’ repaired behinc them. - b “I can’t thank yoji enough,” Beulat was saying. “You just keep piling oik kindness on top of another. Say, Jim hofiest, what makesjyop do it?” But at that nibmfint | the keen blast of an engine whittle came cutting through the air—a long clear note, fol lowed by. a series in rapid sue cession. “I guess they’re Running short ol water,” said Jim. “I must hustle.” So saying he ran to the ford of the creek where the tank-wagon was still standing, and in a minute his strong frame was swaying back anjd forth to the rhythmic clanking of the pump. Meanwhile other things were transpiring. > Harris had returned from town the night before! with the fixed intention of paying an early visit tc the Farther West. He and Riles had spent more time than they’ should breasting the village bar, while the latter drew a picture o|f rising color ol the possibilities which the new lands afforded. Harris was hot a man whe abused himself with liquor, and Riles, too, rarely forgot that indulgence was expensive, and had to be paid for in cash. Moreover. Allan occasioned his father some uneasiness. He was young, and had not yet learned the self-con- ° trol to be expected in later life. More than once of late Allfin had crossed the boundary of moderation and John Harris was by no means indifferent to. the welfare of his only son. Indeed, the bond between the two was so real and so intense dhat Harris had never been able to bring himself to contemplate their separation, and the boy had not even so much as thought of establishing a home of his own. The idea of homesteading together assured further years of close relationship between father and son, find the younger man fell in whole-heartedly with it. But Jim smiled and said: “No accident at all. I have merely decided to go homesteading.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) PRIMITIVE SOUTH SEA CHART One Used by Native Navigators of the Marshall Islands Was Made of Sticks. A sea chart of the South Sea islands made of sticks, which served as an accurate and authoritative guide for the daring navigators of the Marshall islands just as modern maps do, is one of the exhibits to be seen in the South Sea island hall of the American Museum of Natural History in New York. The strange sea chart is the gift of Robert Louis Stevenson, who lived on the island of Samoa four years before his death. Distances between the islands were measured by hours, not miles. These charts are but little used now, but there was a time when each young chief was compelled; to pass his examination in the charts, knowing them by heart, as they never were taken to sea. 1 Some students say the sticks represent currents, as there are four distinct sets of swells from four quarters of the seas at various seasons of navigation, which were closely studied by the natives. Wanted to Be “Parked.” ' Mother, aunty and little Etta were downtown shopping. Etta was quite tired, and they still had many places to go to before they had finished their purchasing. Presently they happened to pass through the restroom and the leather-covered chairs looked inviting to Etta. Turning to her mother, she remarked: “CoulUn’t you park me here while you and aunty do the rest of your shopping?” After 30 you can’t make anybody mad by not lnvltlnj[‘him to a picnic.

Longer Skirt Is to Be Fashion

All signs point to the longer skirt, and the silhouette is still straight, long and reasonably lacking in fullness. ! Those who have just landed In this country fresh from the Parisian showings of later models say that the creations which the smart couturiers are presenting to their private patrons adhere minutely to the general rules. Simplicity is carried to the last degree of perfection. It is the sole standard that is considered worth while. They seem to be aiming to gain the utmost in this direction, for there are no telltale signs that the era of gingerbread is returning. Indeed, one importer states that the very smartest day dress shown at the Molyneux opening was of silk duvetyn, with no trimming whatsoever added to the loveliness of its texture. It was simply an arrangement of lines so subtly conceived that simplicity led ajl other characteristics. As for the skirts —those important parts of the newer dresses, around which all Interest centers —well, they are really long, judging by two new creations from the Parisian designer Lucien Lelong, whose reputation has grown during the last few s?asons. Lw/ ■ Fjj” Navy Blue Serge Embroidered in Yellow. One design is a variation of the blue serge frock, which holds its own through all seasons and weathers. We hear a cry, writes a fashion corre-. spondentj that dark blue serge is scarce, and that women really should be sensible and wear some other kind of material, but they dp not do it. They appear regularly in the same old serge, or some varintion of this weave, ind there always seems to be plenty if material to go around, after all. In this newest model the long, flowing sleeves are made of chiffon in the same •sluide as the frock and the embroidery is done in brighter tones. The fringed sash is of black satin, and the whole line of the frock, including that across, the shoulders at back, is one of an attractive dropping effect. The Black Satin Suits. Another model is one of those black satin suits which have all sorts of things done to the inside to make them cozy and fit for all temperatures of winter weather. To begin with, the satin is rich and thick, the prouif possessor of a great deal of “body.” as they say in the trade. Then it is lined and interlined in such away that it takes on every quality of a warmthgiving wrap. The sleeves are the new-

Suggests New Neckline

This suggests a new neckline. It is :he oval line that shapes itself under the chin to a greater or a less depth, as may he the preference of the one who is to wear the gown. Sometimes these oval shapes dip way down in front, and then are filled in with quaint little gilets plaited or ruffled, but always handmade, with the most delicate of stitches. It is sometimes a jreat relief, on an otherwise plain frock, to see this bit of freshness peeping odt at some place under the open nec|tV it is a touch that is always always beautiful. The tong waistline, either formed from a bodice that is long and shows a belt underneath its slight blousing character or made by the little tie boelts on the one-piece frocks, is decidedly the preference of the season. Os the high waistlines there are some, but these are usually on the more quaintly designed frocks for dancing or for the very young people, or for those whose figures are of the uncompromisingly straight up and down variety. The long waist helps with the

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The three-quarter-length wool cape replacing the sweater. Combinations of sapphire and black are favored in millinery. An attractive ivory bracelet has as decoration a ring of black elephants. Belts or narrow moire ribbon have large jeweled and composition buckles. Among dress silks the leading shades are browns, tans, green and blues. Leather trimmed sweaters are out of the ordinary. Leather is used to trim sweaters of fiber silk. A pretty strap pump for afternoon wear is laced across in the Greek fashion, although it has high French heels. A recent mode is that of having an evening costume all tn one color gown and jewels—and there are jewei colored materials which make harmonious backgrounds for the various stones. Long lines, tight sleeves, high collars, three-quarter length beltless

est feature of the coat, and eertainly they are an achievement. - They diverge enough from the wrap coat, which has, in spite of all our love for it, beconie a bit monotonous, but they keep that fullness of character which gives the grace that is one of the demands. It is astonishing how many of the newer models hdhere to the one-piece idea. Many and many of them appear which are simply two straight pieces of material sewn together—by an artist. We add this later phrase because the one-piece dress is the hardest thing to make in a good-looking manner, in spite of all the apparent simplicity of its construction. If there Is a slip anywhere in the construction, all hope Is gone, for there is no extra bit of fullness to hide the discrepancy, no ruffle or flounce that can be adjusted* Over the discordant spot. The one-piece frock is not a job for an amateur to undertake with confidence, and perhaps -that is the reason that its vogue has lasted beyond all expectations and hopes. It must be done by some one who understands his business superlatively well before it can be classed among the successes, and that fact alone saves it from becoming one of those “models” which become common In no time. Then, again, a figure must be reasonably graceful and slender in order to z carry off a one-piece dress of tills character with any degree of satisfaction. Curves Cannot be too wide, neither can lengths be too extended, for in either case the proportions of the frock upon which all, the art of the simplicity depends are thrown out of key and must necessarily leave some imperfect line exposed. Therefore these little frocks de luxe are confined to an extremely exclusive class, and cannot be lured from the narrow ness of their limits. Afternoon Dresses. The coming winter promises to be one of many festivities, and that brings the reception gown or s,ujt to the attention of the feminine population devoted to the pursuit of style. All of the softer gllk afternoon dresses that are being designed by the smartest of dressmakers are made of some variety of crepe de chine. Nothing else will do if the frock is to be the last word in fashion. The skirt must be reasonably full, so that the whole effect of the garment is one of gracefulness and softness in the most extreme representations. This Is all the restriction that there seems to be, for there is as much latitude in the matter of trimming as ever there has been when other materials were in question. But trimming is not one of the points upon which the interest hangs. Some of them are entirely or nearly without trimming of any sort. The material and the line of the garment are the interesting points of consideration. Embroidery there is plenty, but it is of the sort that is massed over some portion of the material, so it becomes more a part of the g-wn than any extraneous decoratiMl. One of the newest gowns made of this soft and draping material war ‘ on the *one-plece lines so generally popular. It had a skirt that was covered with little flounces no wider than two inches at most, and as narrow as one inch as the folds graduated toward the waist. The color was a warm, red brown, and there was only a narrow. tied belt to suggest an irregular jwaistline. Another was, in gray, with a side-plaited skirt, the plaits being wider than thos ethathavejustflnished their run of popularity, and the waist was a simple affair that draped at the waistline and had a turnover edge of real Duchess lace around the oval neckline.

straight line, especially on figures that are inclined to tend toward fullness, for. if the belt or the lack of it. is cleverly managed, then all minor discrepancies are lost sight of in the beauty of the gown’s line. An afternoon frock of Premet’s is made of marine blue silk duvetyn material, something that goes by another name, but is still of this same family. It has a long and rather severely fitting bodice, terminated by a flat embroidered belt, the blue and green silken stitches being interspersed_with steel beads. Then there is an overskirt, made of panels lying close together, but swinging free from the skirt, and the underskirt, which extends for a space below the edges of the panels, is embroidered in the same manner as the belt. The high and rolling collar is also embroidered, as are also the wide kimono sleeves which reach the wrists and are not confined by cuffs. It is one of the smartest reception frocks that has; been seen this season and bids fair to become the inspiration =fpr many more gowns.

coats, skirts suited to the individual are some of the new features of costumes. Kid Gloves. 1 One method that has seemed practical for cleaning kid" gloves is to rub the soiled parts of the gloves with cornmeal moistened with enough gasoline to keep the meal from scratching the gloves, then to dry them thoroughly in the air. Another method is to shake them up and down in a fruit jar partly filled with gasoline, changing the gasoline until It remains clear. Gasoline must always be used In the open air, because It is highly inflammable and explosive. White kid gloves clean more satisfactorily than colored ones. For Child's Frock. • A child’s frock of greenish blue jersey may be effectively embroidered in red wool,

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