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JN THE FITTING ROOM By OLIVE WENQLER. "No, I have not been waiting very [long. At least, lt has not seemed Eong, for I have my book with me, and can even forget clothes when I have i good novel. Yes, I almost always (take a book with me when I go for a [fitting, and, really, the books I have Igot through with while waiting for Klreas makers would fill a library. "It's funny how some of my dresses (suggest certain books. I never put on liny lavender chiffon without thinking (of 'Burled Alive.' By brown velvet ls Associated with 'Under the Greenwood 'Tree.' I Just can't bear to wear an old 'white voile of mine, because lt re ?minds me of the sad end of 'Anna Ka renina.' "Oh, is that my dress T I thought ?mine was a lighter shade of blue. I .think this dark blue makes my eyes .looked kind of washed ouL But never .mind: I can wear a jabot next to my ?face and that will relieve the strong (Color. "No, don't make lt too hobbly. I may be old fashioned, but I do like a .dress that I can walk in and sit down iin, though I know it's the style now to .have your dresses made so that you Kan do either. "I have a friend whose new spring isuit is so tight about the ankles that Mie simply can't take a step without holding It up. She says she does't care, for her shoes are so tight that there's no comfort in walking in them, so she might as well sit still. I think women are perfect geese about clothes, or, rather, they are like sheep, .and where one goes the others follow. "Well, I think you have got that .skirt a little bit too full. One doesn't want to be so old fashioned that one 'looks like a scarecrow, and, of course, this ls an easy dress to hold up In case .1 can't walk In lt easily. "Don't you ever get tired of sticking 'pins into women? Or, rather, dont :you ever long to stick pins into them instead of just into their clothes? That would give them something to be fus ?8y about: I often wonder that we .don't hear of shocking crlmeB com mitted in fitting rooms by maddened .modistes. So far as I know", no woman has ever met with foul play when she went for a fitting. It seems strange, loo. "This reminds me of my book. I mad just got to an awfully exciting Don't Make lt Too Hobbly. .part in 'Clayhanger' when you came in. It was where the hero suddenly learns that the girl he's engaged to ?has just married another man, and I i&m crazy to know why she did iL But probably I will be as long in finding ont as I will ia getting this dress. I .'have learned that there are two class ?es of people you never can hurry, and ?they are novelists and dressmakers. :ReaUy, though, they both give one -such delicious suspense that one idoesn't mind th? waiting. "Make the collar a little tighter, ?please; I like my collars very tight [and very high, for my neck ls so long. .Yes, you may make the skirt two 'inches from the floor; that's one thing jl won't do, and that is clean up Chi cago streets with my dresses. It real ly makes me Ul to hear women rave [about sanitation and hygiene, and go 'into fits about microbes In unwrapped (bread, while all the time they are de fying the rules of health and gather ing up all the microbes in sight with itheir long skirts. "No, I'm not a bit tired, thank you. 1 know that some women always get feint when they are being fitted, but .somehow lt seems to brace me up. "Perhaps this is because my book sort of fortifies me for a fitting. But I know I shall never wear thiB dress ?without thinking of that uphappy hero. J do hope that he will turn out well, so thac I may have some pleasant thoughts about my gown while I'm (Wearing iL "Oh, yes, I'm sure the dress win turn ont well, and you needn't mind 1f it is a wee blt hobbly-Just enough .to allow me to take decent steps. You .will try and send the dress tomorrow night? Well, good morning. "Oh, I mustn't forget my poor 'Clay hanger.' "-Chicago Dally Newa Making Cotton Goods. More than a million persons are em ployed in the textile mills of Great Britain, Are You an Average? The b'.ood of an average maa .welghe twenty pounds. HIS GREAT KNOWLEDGE By NELLIE MULHERN. Mrs. Pollard looked up from tue I closely written, transparent sheets she ' was reading at the breakfast table. . "Adelaide says that if I write her im ' mediately after getting this letter I'll be able to catch her in London before 1 she sails. She says to address her in ' care of the British Linen bank. Odd name, isn't it?" "British Linen!" repeated Pollard. "That can't be right, Jane. That's a highly feminine name for a bank." He laughed indulgently. "Feminine or not, that's what she's written quite plainly." "Quite plainly!" scoffed Pollard. "Adelaide was never known to write plainly. And why in the name of all that's legible does she use such dia phanous paper? I suppose she ?B try ing to save enough on her postage to pay the duty on the Paris outfit she's bringing home. It would take a Phila 1 delphia lawyer to decipher that letter j of hers. No wonder you imagined ; that absurd name for a bank!" "Imagined!" It's perfectly plain. ! Look at lt yourself. Perhaps with j your superior masculine intelligence you can make something else out of it besides British Linen bank." "Shouldn't wonder." replied Pollard, entirely unperturbed by his wife's good natured Irony. "Why, now, let's see. British London bank-that's what it is." "British London! Do you think that's a more reasonable name? Why, British London is perfectly ridiculous. Everybody knows London is British. Can you imagine a bank called the United States Chicago?" "Um-well that's different. Oh, I Bee now. It's British Line bank. That's it, of course." Mrs. Pollard took the letter back Into her own hand and scrutinized the disputed address carefully. "It doesn't look like 'Line' to me, Jim, and be sides, what possible meaning could British Lino have? That's not a plau sible name at all." "It's vastly more plausible than 'Linen,' my dear." Pollard rescued his newspaper with the air of having said the final word. For a few moments Mrs. Pollard allowed the subject to rest. Then she said: "I should be dreadfully an noyed If I misdirected my letter to Adelaide, for she is counting on hear ing from home before she sails. I wouldn't disappoint her for the world. Tm So Glad You Thought of IL" I wish I knew what the silly old ad dress really ls." "Well, if you're not willing to take my word, call up the Kayes or some of our other English friends and ask them." Mrs. Pollard adopted the suggestion at once, and Just as Pollard was light ing his cigar in the hall, preparatory for his departure for the day, she Joined him with the letter in her hand. "Violet says that Reg declares he never heard of a British Line bank in London, nor a British London bank, either." "Did you call up Tucker?" "Yes. and he says we muBt have misread the address, as he is sure there 1B no bank In London with either of those names. I wish I had asked him if he knew whether there was a British Linen bank." "I think, Jane, that as you are en deavoring to convert Tucker to the suffragist's estimate of woman's abil ity, lt's Just as well that you refrained from making that inquiry." "Well, what shall I do? I must get my letter off tonight." "I might take Adelaide's hieroglyph ics down to our bank and ask the for eign correspondent." "Yes, do. I'm so glad you thought of it." "I can usually be trusted to find a way out of difficulty." Follard kissed hiB wife complacently and left the house. At six o'clock that evening, when he returned, Mrs. Pollard looked at him expectantly. "Did you find out about the bank?" she asked. "Yes, lt was a severe case of much ado about nothing, my dear," he re plied with elaborate carelessness. "Well, what ls the right name?" "Why, lt's the-the British Linen bank. If you hadn't raised the ques tion, Jane, we should never have thought of Its being anything else." Mrs. Pollard opened her Hps, then closed them tight, only to open them again for the escape of a hearty 'augh. Whereupon Pollard marched away In dignified silence to prepare or dinner.-Chicago Dally News. m ii ATLANTA, CA. Open June 30, 1913 The South's finest and most modern hotel. Fireproof. 306 rooms. Rooms with running water and private toilet $1.00 per day. Rooms with connecting bath $1.50 per day. Rooms with private bath $2;00 per day and up. Finest Rathskellar, Cafe and Private Dining Rooms in the South. J. B. POUND, Pres. J. F. LETTON, Mgr. L CHAS. G DAY, Ase't Mg?, Notice. My office will be closed from July S.'ird to Aug. 4th, as I shall be away during that period. See Mr E. J. Mims at Bank ot Edgefield who will deliver any work which has been left with nie. Geo. F. Miras. Light Saw, Lathe and Shin gle Mills, Engines, Boilers. S upplies and repairs, Porta qle , Steam and Gasoline En dues, Saw Teeth, Files, Belts and Pipes. WOOD SAWS and SPLITTERS Gins and Press Repairs. Trv LOMBARD, AUGUSTA. GA. FOR SALE Real Estate Desirable five-room house and half ;;cre lot, with half story that can be made into two large rooms. Nicely finished inside, good garden spot with pecan trees, grape vines, and currants all bear ing. Terms if desired. See me for buying and sell ing your Real Estate. I am at your service, 0. P. BRIGHT WAGONS. We are offering Wilber and Columbus Wagons for the next sixty days at very much reduced prices and on1 easy terms. Mowers and mower re pairs. We handle the im proved McCormick mowers and repairs and sell on easy terms. We also have the Disc and peg harrows on hand. We buy cotton-seed for the Planters Cotton Oil Com pany of Augusta and always pay the highest market prices and keep hulls and meal al ways on hand and will make liberal exchanges. Adams Warehouse Co. July 29, 16i3. HER LAST LONG SIGH By GRACE G. BOSTWICK. "It isn't as though she had cared," Atherton said, in a tired voice, turn ing the letters and telegrams over listlessly. "It isn't as though she had cared," he repeated, dully, opening and closing the small drawers, one by one. He was searching for a photo graph that she had kept on her desk -a likeness taken in her early girl hood, long before he had met her. As he felt clumsily about among the papers a letter fell out. He start ed to replace it, but caught sight of his own name in the familiar writing and paused. He opened it with trem bling fingers. "I did the best I could," he said, slowly to himself. "I couldn't help not caring. I thought I could-at first I thought it would come with time. God! how hard lt has been, how bitter hard!" He passed his thin, nervous hand wearily across his col orless face. "At least, she never knew, never suspected, nor cared, either way," he said, bitterly. "She was as indifferent as-as I was." "I wonder if she knows now," he breathed. "I wonder if she knows and understands. She never seemed to understand anything. I used to wonder how anyone could feel so lit tle and live. I tried once to tell her how I felt and she laughed. Said I needed something to tone me up. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps I am a morbid chap. Poor Helen 1" he sighed as he pored over the letter in the falling light. He sat up, startled. "Dear," he read, "I couldn't hope ever to make you understand how I love you. You have Just left me cold, unloving, careless, as you always are-and I (poor foolish, loving thing) put my starved arms about your chair and laid my lips passionately against the spot where your dear head has lain. Dearest, no man was ever loved more deeply, more tenderly, than you are. 0, the sadness, the heartbreak of it alli "I want you to know If you are left -.and you will be-that I have always cared. D?ar, I know how it is with you. I know that the bonds have be come so irksome that they have worn into your very soul. If you had cared. John, we should have been very hap py. I love your work, your interests, but I have not dared voice it for fear -0 that look! that cruelly indifferent, hard, careless look! It burns into me as I write and I writhe under the torture of iL" He sat with his head on his arms for hours. Once he cried out in agony: "My God, if I had known! If I had known!" At last he climbed the heavy, dark Btairway to the room above to face his dead. He turned back the white coverlid with hands strangely steady after his long vigiL Her face was oddly girlish as it was in the little photo. He felt a vast tenderuess welling up within him as he looked. "If I could tell her just once and see her smile as she used to smile before!" He buried his face in the clothes at her side at the recollection. He remembered suddenly that she had been possessed of a horror of burial with life still existant. He started and looked again, piercingly, Into her still face. It was not mar ble-like as the faces he had seen in death. A sudden hope clutched at his heart "Heien," he cried, "come back! You are mine, child; I have always loved you-always. I didn't know. I O child, open your eyes to me!" His face went gray with the effort of his life. He was straining, striving against death, the conqueror himself. He prayed by all he held sacred. By his mother's memory. By his belief in love, by the prayers of the long gone dead, and holding her two cold hands in his own, he chafed and warmed them unweariedly, repeated ly, calling to her, pleading with her. begging her to come back. The passionate warmth of his ap peal softened the cold stillness of her fl agers. They seemed to him to be growing pliant, human. "Helen," he called for the last time, "Helen child, lt is I-open your eyes to me!" If ww the impassioned ap peal of soul to souL Then a. owly, wearily, unwillingly, as of some child waking from a sleep of deep exhaustion, the cold, white lids lifted and the familiar eyes looked into his own, though faintly as from a long distance. The shadow of a smile parted the gray lips-the lips of death. "You are going to live!" he cried, loudly. "You are going to live-for me" He felt her cold, cold face against his own hot cheek. He heard her sigh-a long sigh of rapture that was almost a sob-then blackness. ***** In the little study below the sick room-the room of resurrection-a few hours later Atherton again fum bled about his wife's desk for the lit tle photo. Again his awkward hands tumbled the contents of the drawers in reckless confusion, but at last they closed on the treasured picture. Tears of joy, the great tears that rise out of the deepest feeling of a strong man's heart, fell thickly, unrestrained ly, on the child-like face of the woman who had been his wife for four long, miserable years. (Copyright by Dally Story Pub. Co.) She Knew lt Mr. Gazip-That romantic Miss Passe says there ls a secret connect ed with her birth. Miss Pickles-Bo I've heard. Ifs the date. THE BEST ME'S TASTELESS HI TDK The Old Standard, General Tonic? Drives out Malaria? Enriches the Blood and Builds up the Whole System? FOR GROWN PEOPLE AND CHILDREN, It is a combination of QUININE and IRON in a tasteless form that wonder fully strengthens and fortifies the system to withstand the depressing effect of the hot summer. GROVE'S TASTELESS chill TONIC has no equal for Malaria, Chills and Fever, Weakness, general debility and loss of appetite. Gives life and vigor to Nursing Mothers and Pale, Sickly Children. Removes Biliousness with out purging. Relieves nervous depression and low spirits. Arouses the liver to action and purifies the blood. A True Tonic and Sure Appetizer. A Complete Strengthener. Guaranteed by your Druggist. We mean it. SO cents. FIRE INSURANCE E. J. NORRIS, Agent Edgefield, South Carolina Representing the HOME INSURANCE COMPANY, of New York, and the old HARTFORD, of Hartford, Connecticut. The HOME has a greater Capital and Surplus combined than any other company. The HARTFORD is the leading com pany of the World, doing a greater Fire business than any other Co. See Insurance Reports PRUDENTIAL LIFE "HAS THE STRENGTH OF GIBRALTAR." E. J. Norris, FIRE AND LIFE INSURANCE. 160-Page Poultry Book Free Lousy Hens aro never profitable. They cannot lay when tortured ni?rht and day by lice and mites. DUG?, the hens with Or?jP Powdered Lice Killer * ' 25c ?nd 50c to exterminate the body lice, and paint or spray the roosts and nests with p-??? Liquid Lice Killer O 35c, soc and $1 to Hweeten them up and destroy mites. That means bigger profits. ?Voir Boner back if lt taila." Oet Pratts Proflt-sharintr Booklet. W. E. LYNCH & CO., L. T. MAY, JONES & SON, TIMMONS & MORGAN, Edgefield, and S. T. HUGHES, Trenton Don't Read If not interested. But you are obliged to be interested where mon ey is to be saved in the purchase of necessities of life both for your self and livestock. We are now in our warehouse, corner of Fenwick and Cumming streets, two blocks from the Union Passenger Station where we have the most modern warehouse in Augusta with floor space of 24,800 squa.e feet and it is literally packed with Groceries and feeds from cellar to roof. Our stock must be seen to be appre ciated. Our expenses are at least $450.00 a month less since discon tinuing our store at 863 Broad street, and as goods are unloaded from cars to warehense, we are in a position to name very close prices. If you really want the worth of your money see or write us ARRINGTON BROS. & CO. Augusta, Ga. _ I/aid Right Over Wooli Shingles No Dirt, No Bother-In a very short time any building can have ?ts fire trap covering turned into a modern fire-proof, dorm-proof, lightning-proof roof at a very node rate coat-a roof that will last as long a* the building and never need repairs. For Salt hy Stewart & Kernaghan