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the text written et the top of the flf*t •beet of aennoo paper. It wee taken from the bdok of the prophet Jem- Coats for All Weathers Feel Lame and Achy? Cold* and grip leave thousands with orners tnlah. *“To write every word so'a to make folks that heard It huppler,’" he mur mured as he crumpled the sheet of pa per In his hand und dropped It in the waste-basket, CHARTER XV, .. coftrisht -asLLa-^h^v— DODD, MEAD and COMPANY. •/ The Awakening. With the openlug of spring and the close of the sledding seasou, Work frad stopped at Adams’ camp. Rather, ttre entire plant had been shipped twenty miles deeper into the forest—mill, bunkhouse, cook shed and such ccrro- gated-iron shacks as Were worth cart ing away. All that was left on the site of the busy camp were huge heaps of saw dust. piles of slabs, discarded timbers and the half-burned bricks into which had been built the portable boiler and engine. . • } And old Judy Mason. She was not considered worth moving to the new site of the camp. She was bedridden - with rheumatism. This was the report Tim, the hackman, had brought in. The old woman’s husband had gone with the outfit to the new camp, for he could not afford to give op his work. Judy bad not been so bad when the. camp was broken np, but when Tim went over for a load of slabs for summer firewood, be discovered her quite helpless in her bunk and almost Starring. The rbeumatle attack had become serious. Amanda Parlow had at once ridden over with Doctor Nugent. •‘How brave und helpful it Is of Miss Amamlii!" Carolyn May »'ried. "Dear me, when I grow up I hope I can be a gradjerute nurse like Miss Mandy.” “I reckon that’s some spell ahead,” chuckled Mr. Parlow. to whom she said this when he picked her up for a drive after taking his daughter to the camp. "Mr Parlow," the girl ventured after a time, "don't you think now that Miss Amauda ought to be happy?" "Happy!" exclaimed the carpenter, startled. "What about, child?" ’ “Why, about everything. Yon know, , once I asked yon about her being hap py. and—and yon didn't seem tn- v'rable. You said ’BahI’" * The old man made no reply for a minute and Carolyn May had the pa tience to wait for her suggestion to "sink In." Finally be said: “I dunno but you’re right, Carilyn May. Not that It matters much. I guess, whether a body's happy 01 not in this world." be added grudgingly. “Oh. yes. It does, Mr. Parlow I |{ matters a great deal. I am sure—to os and to other people. If we’re not happy Inside of us. how can wa bo i cheerful outside, and so make other ' people happy? And that la what I mean about Miss Amanda." "What about Mandy T" "She Isn’t happy." sighed Carolyn May. "Not really. She's Just as good as good can be. She Is always doing for folks and helping. But she can’t • be real happy." "Why not?" growled Mr. Parlow, his < face turned away. “Why—’cause— Well, you know. | Mr. Parlow. she can’t be happy as long as she and my Uncle Joe are mad at each other." Mr. Parlow uttered another grunt, but the child went bravely oq. ■ "You know very well that’s so. And I don’t know what to do about It. It Just seems too awful that they should hardly speak, and yet be so fond of each other deep down." "How d’you know they’re so fond of each other—deep down?" Mr. Parlow ■bettrve- 1 was n*-«r death with jHftm kidney trouble as MV anyone could be. I 'XS was troubled with dizziness and h*ad- 1Wm aches My kidneys |H didn’t a<t right either I lost weight and couldn't get a iiWfcTCt wink of sleep at night. I Anally be- !■ gan using Doan's ‘Kidney Pills as ev- else failed to do me .good for Doan’s I wouldn’t be coming nearer. “Did you ever have to CHAPTER XIV—Continued. write a composition?' “Yes, Carolyn May, I have to Write one or two each week." And he sighed. ' \ _ "Oh, yes! So you do!” the little girl agreed. “You have to write sermons. And that must be a terribly tedious thing to do, for they have to be longer than my composition—a great deal longer." "So it is a composition that is troub ling you,” the young minister re marked. “Yes, sir. I don’t know what to write—I really don’t. Miss Minnie says for us not to try any flights of fancy. I don’t just know what those are. But she says, write what is in us. Now. that don’t seem like a composi tion,” added Carolyn May doubtfully. “What doesn’t.” “Why, writing what Is In us,” ex plained the ttttte girl; staring in a “Pick him up^nd put him on the sled here, boys,” Mr. Stagg said. “I’ll carry Hannah’s Car’lyn myself.” The party, including the excited Prince, got back to the docks without losing any time and without further accident. Still the chapel bell was Tinging and somebody said “We’d have been up a stump for knowing the direction if it'hadn’t been for that bell." “Me,, too,” mattered Chet Gorraley. “That’s what kep’ me goin’, folks— the chapel bell. It just seemed to be callin’ me home." Joseph Stagg, carried his niece up to Mrs. Gorinley’s little house, while one of the men helped Chet atong to *he same destination. The seamstress aet them at the door, wildly excited. “And what do you think ?" she cried. They took Mandy Parlow home in Mtu’s^hack. She was Just done up, .hey tell' me. pullin’ thjtt eh«t»ei bell. Did you ever hear of such a silly crit ter—Just because she couldn't find the sexton 1" “Hutu! you and I both seem to be mistaken about what constitutes' silli ness, Mrs. Gonuley," grumbled the hardware dealer. “I wus./or calling your Chet silly, till I learned what he'd done. And you'd better not cull Miss Mandy silly. The sound of the chapel bell gave us all our hearlug*. Both of ’em. Chet and Miss Mandy. did their Hon. C. P. Grandfield’a Testimonial Endorsing EATONIC Is Evidence ‘of Ita Real Worth S«rt at tra 4oa« a Pootol S*r<l4 • Otfi. Wl put hlmolf U on r« .rf-tl Id till* w*7. Ad<| <ii*t d<> i<ow ■ Ilou tb.n. C. t* GraD.lA.-Ul, la th# After a winter of vwliiuimoiis Wrap* and a great showing of uinple capes for spring, some trim and very prac tical coats linve appeared among new arrivals in outer garments. These pur poseful and businesslike wraps have no superfluous fullness. To see one is to begrudge Its wearer the Joys It suggests—sea voyages., motor tours, trump* afield, till sort* of outdoor ac tivities, to lie enjoyed without" fear of -u+toi.of .meoJ4«eg.. , Ao4 they utv Utore S ? ^ mantrr udrr Taft, M* i ha taadCn to the oka T g of EATONIC and Ita bra** lal reulla. plat-#* KATUN 10 atx>*a tb* - ordlaarjr ao e*D*4 B Mwaii'k rum a oil tadl itO * **at bar*, at laat, ta *aw* > w. thlnz that will roller* all am forma of atoaarb alwn- IO'll(*ii|->n. lalukw*. b-att ban. e»mr. arid or *a»*j ,ibna< h. Tbo loiter, deruld of all aan*re««arjr word*, ta prlatod be fc-w. It kill tb* aaU •quarelr uo tb# bead. K*ery auff- ror fr- tb atumarb a»i*ery aboaid da wbat ba tolls tbo* V Waabtagtoa, D. C. “W* *aweb proeaawaT * W (too* ttne* tt giH*d ueeiiiiiit t*f themselves oil coxy, convertible eollur, where do «hity la.fastening It up iiIkmii ieek when needed. There are two 1 poekets, one at etich sitle. sts of this kind tire from ftuir to itches shorter Mum" the dress un hem. Tltey ere cqonl t«» tevttri mC trnrtr. nnrt ttre therefore Wm th:in present abte Carolyn May was taken home In i Tory trot# fomn. a r. GHA MitTKLD.** flrrt'i IW aorro* bATONIC hto up tba tiff* aridltr, drhra tbo «TM aat of tb# Vdf — and tbo Bbiat Oaaa W|tb 111 It la fnaraa'r--d •a Mm toiuf or yw« got year aaary barfet ran -wty a root ar two a day ta aaa it- Got • baa Uday from yaar drawM. Tim a hack. too. To her surprise, Tim was ordered to atop at the Parlow house and go In to ask how Mlsa Amanda was. By this time the story of her palling of the chapel bell rope was all over Sunrise Cove and the hack driver was naturally as curious as anybody. So he willingly went Into the Parlow cot tage. bringing back word that she was resting comfortably. Doctor Nugent having Just left her. owl f»r general wear is pictured aleive It Is iloiihie-hreadted. with puuel front, full enough to lie roinfortshle. no matter what the demands u|n>ii It It i* of heavy cheviot iu a gray mix ture. and has everything to recom mend It to the active, outdoor woman. In |Milut of -atyle. H* neatness and fine adjustment place U nt the hetiip of Its class. It la cut cleverly and on orig inal lines, and I! Is faultlessly finished. A moderately wide helt la tacked to the coat and fasten* with a big tame When Off Duty. Nervous girls, even In the comfor table corset* Hurt ' loose one-piece dresses that are the style now, are apt tie feel restrained In street clothe*. However, afamt the ltoo«* there Is a ■ 'bailee to relax and every opportun ity to do mi should be taken. Is**** smocks middles or even * negligees should be indulged In. particularly by the business girl when "off duty." r ’An* she’s one brave gal." declared Tim. “Pitcher of Oetirge Washington I Hillin’ that bell rope ain’t* no baby’s • Carolyn May did not altogether un- lerstand wbat Mlsa Amauda hart done. >ut she waa greatly pleased that Cncle Joe had so plainly displayed his Interest In the carpenter’s daughter. The next morning Carolyn May seemed to be In good condition. In deed. she was the only Individual vi tally interested In the adventure who did not . pay for the exposure. Even 1 Some Lovely Blouses "Carolyn May," Ho Said, “What Am You Writing r puzzled fashion at her slate, on which she had written several lines. "You see, I have written down all the things that I ’member la in-me.” “For plty’a sake! let mo see It. child," said the minister, quickly reach ing down for the slate. When he hronght It to e level with his eyee be> was amazed by the following: “In me there Is my heart, tny-Hrer, my lungs, my verform pendicles, my stumraick, two ginger cookies, a piece of pepinint candy and my dinner." “For pity’s sake!" Mr. Drlggs shut off this explosion by a sudden cough. “I guess it isn’t much of a compo sition. Mr. Drlggs," Carolyn May said frankly. “But how can you make your Inwards Be pleasant reading?” The minister was having no little difficulty in restraining his mirth. Prince had barked his Tegs being hauled out on the ice. Uncle J<o» had caught a bad cold lu his head ami suf fered from it for some time. Miss Amanda remained lu bed for several days. But It was poor Chet Gorraley who paid the deurest price for par ticipation In the exciting Incident. Doc tor Nugent had hard work fighting off pneumonia. Mr. Stagg surprised himself by ehe Interest he took in Chet. He closed his store twice eueh day to cull at the Widow Gortuley's house. Mr. Stagg found himself talking with Go around to the door, Carolyn Chet more thun he ever hud before May, and ask Mrs. Drlggs to let yon in. Perhaps I can help you in this composition. writing." - * , ~' The btty was lonely and the man found a spark of Interest In his heart for him tat-Be Bad never previously discov- .*ed. He began to probe into his . rang employee’s thoughts, to learu • imethlug of his outlook ou life; per- aps, even, he got some inkling of Chet’s ambition ~ - ■ That week the Ice went entirely out of the cove. Spring was at hand, with its muddy roads, blue skies, sweeter airs, soft rains and a general revivifying feeling. Aunty Rose, declared that Carolyn May began at once to “perk up.” Per haps the cold, long winter' had been, hard for the child to bear. One day the little girl had a more than ordinarily hurd school task to perforin. Everything did not come easy to’Csrolyn May, “by any manner of means,’’-as Aunty Rose would have said. Composition writing was her bane and Miss Minnie had instructed Carolyn May’$ class to bring in a writ ten exercise the next morning. The little girl wandered over to the church yard with her slate and pencil—and Pfince, of course—to try to achieve the composition. The windows of the minister’s study overlooked this spot and Tie Was sit- 'Oh, wTTI you, Mr. Drlggs?” cried the little girl. “That Is awful kind of you.” The clergyman did not seem to mind neglecting his task for the pleasure of helping Carolyn May with hers. He explained quite clearly just what Miss Minnie meant by "writing wbat Is in you." * "Oh! It’s wbat you think about a thing yourself—not what other folks think,” cried Carolyn May. “Why, I can do that I thought it was some thing like those piiyserology lessons. Then I can write about anything 1 want to, can’t I?” “I think so,” replied the minister. “I’m awfully obliged to you, Mr. Drlggs, the little girl said. "I wish I might do something for you in re turn.” “Help me with_jny sermon, ..per haps?" he asked, smiling. “I would if I could, Mr. Drlggs.” Carolyn May. wes very earnest. "Well, now, Carolyn May, how would you go t^>out writing a sermon if you had one to write?” ’ j “Oh, Mr. Drlggs!" exclaimed the little girl, clasping her hands. “I know Send 2c stamp for illustrated Winsor & Newton catalogue Artists’ Materials and ^ Colors, including Special Chart for mixing, FREE, a most valuable aid. Gives explicit directions for right colors for all subjects and how to mix. v American $lue Print Co., Inc. Special Ax cut* nlouses, I lint lend the spice of variety to the tailored suit, we migltt finally grow tired of that mainstay, of^riie American woman’s wardrobe. 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Send $2 00 and pay balance on arri- aL CHICAGO f LFXIBL.* SHAFT COMPANY Seat. A art. U* atr##t aaa Caawel Am.. ■*. :i rtlstunew she look's like h circus hal loon tlmt ha* InmJcil iu the wron? place. Flowing r^ilitary cujh-s shoult also Ih* debarred from the stout worn an’s \yardrobc. TIi***** garments art hurd to wear and none nave tajl. slen der women, with beautifully grn« , cfu. carriage*, and young Red Riding Hooc type# of girl* look well Jq them. ting at his desk while Carolyn May was laboriously writing the words on ter slate (having learned to use a late), which she expected later to opy into her composition book. The Rev. Afton Drlggs watched her uzzled face and laboring fingers for some moments before calling out of his windowj^to her. Several sheet* of senpon paper tay before him on the dash and perhaps he was. having al most as hard a time putting on the paper what be desired to say ax Car olyn May was having with her writ- “You do? Tell me how, then, my dear.” he returned, smiling. “Perhaps you have an Inspiration for writing sermons that I have never yet found.” . "Why, Mr. Drlggs, I'd try to write every word so’s to make folks that heard It happier. That’s what I’d do. I’d make ’em look up and see the sun shine And the sky—and the moun tains, ’way off yonder—so they’d see nothing but bright things and breathe only good air and bear birds sing— Oh. dear me. that—that la the way I’d ATHENS HIDE CO.. Athens, Cm FAT ’ Made With Dsep Hems. Many of the-new organdie and othej *heer friwk* are made with heat* *t deep a* to meet midway from tb* icikl»*N to the w alii line. Tin* tnaket the frurfc art father better ihaa other 1 «*f wise. Ie«m»« of the added*weight a* • the the lo*r«v kntf of the skirt, and a lax the reader* a shirt made of transf-emr Irritating Coughs write a Finally, be