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Matrimonial Adventures
Mrs. Redmond's
Maximilian Foster
4 Author of "Oi* vnuattbw
M*a." "KMplnr Up Appear
ance#," "Shocwtrln* "Th#
Whirlpool," "Rich Mao, Poor
*Un," ud "Tin Tr*p,"
Copyright by United r?*tur* SjradtoaU
BY
MAXIMILIAN FOSTER
Maximilian Foster says of him
self that he write* only when there
la no flahlng! And fishing U more
than a hobby with him, for he haa
Invented a fly that la not only a
winner In snaring trout, but haa
equal merit In catching salmon.
He will talk to you at length about
the piscatorial sport, but he Is
most reluctant to tell you how and
when he started his career as an
author.
I met him first some years ago
In Maine, and it took all day be
fore I elicited the following facts:
Due to a desire to support him
self by writing, he Joined the news
paper world for the reason that lie
believed that the newspapers sup
plied the best experience. "The
young writer," he says, "has little
experience of life, but on a news
paper he not only widens his own,
but gains a knowledge of other
people's."
Mr. Foster's first story, 10,000
words In length and sold to the
Atlantic Monthly, was written en
tirely at night In a newspaper of
fice. He was doing rewrite work
at the time, and would wrlto down
a page of that and then turn to a
page of hla own story. It was a
long and laborious Job, but after
that first succeas he sold many
stories to th? Atlantic Monthly.
He haa written much fiction which
appeared In the leading magazines.
Mr. Foster attributes his success
to his eight years of work In the
newspaper world, but he has an
other record. During the time we
were In the great war he was Unit
ed States government correspond
ent abroad.
"Mrs. Redmond's Shame," written
expressly for the Star Author Se
ries of Matrimonial Adventures,
carries lt? ovfn particular message
to the married. *
MARY STEWART CTJTTINO, JR.
It was a quarter to eight that morn
ing ? a full fifteen minutes past the
usual hour ? when the door of Red
mond's bedroooin opened and Redmond
hastily emerged. In the same haste
he hurried toward the stairs. He was
late, that was all there was to it ? late
at breakfast ; and, as he reached the
stairs, his eyes on the hall clock as he
brisked along, his absorbed, somewhat
boyish face wore on It a look of con
cern not unmixed with guilt.
"Dear, dear I" he clucked.
To be late at one's own breakfast
table Is, of course, not so heinous an
offense; but, as Redmond's haste de
noted, th$ case here was different.
Time ? and1 with It promptness ? natu
rally concerned a woman as active and
Influential as Redmond's wife. At any
rate, In the life, the career she had
made for herself, Mrs. Redmond long
had found It necessary to regulate her
day to a schedule, every minute of
' which was actively employed. She was,
In fact, that Myrta Redmond whose
prominence as president of the Wom
en's State Civic Federation was state
wide, If not national ; and with the de
mands this and h'er other activities
made upon her, It was only reasonable
that Redmond should do nothing to
conflict with her appointed plans. He
was, It seems, the minor official of an
Insurance company In the city.
An absorbed and reticent, self-ef
facing person, Redmond seldom If aver
came In contact with his wife's official
life. KveL If he had, however, It's un
Ufeoly that he would have made much
?f impression on her wide circle of
acqutdntances, her social and political
associate?. Among people of affairs,
the selected, active set that surround
ed Myrta Redfnond, he would have
been adjudged obscure, perhaps Inef
fectual ? In a word, one they termed
"domestic."
That, Indeed, was the word. True,
once In his wife's career, though It
was only once, Redmond had appeared
aR honorary secretary of a meeting
Mrs. Redmond had convened, the
original appointee having succumbed
at the final moment to a distressing at
tack of migraine. His shy embarrass
ment, however ? his Ignorance, too, of
the mere fundamentals of parliamen
tary law ? at once had betrayed his un?
fitness; and, propelled from one em
barrassing blunder Into another, the
ladles, his wife's associates and her
self Included, had diplomatically re
lieved him of the place.
The hall downstftlrs was long and
spaclout. It wan. In fact, In character
with all tha hout* spacious not only,
but even vast. However, though there
were only these two to occupy it ?
they, John ^tedmond and hla wife?'
this, too, had Ita explanation. Space,
or a? Myrta termed it, "scope," Myrta
In her actlv* life needed naturally;
and It waa for this the house had been
selected, a habitation suitably room*
able for comiplttee meeting*, tor cau
cuses and the like. But then, tMs air
of largeneaa, of "scope," was due Aot
entirely to the alte of the structut * ft*
self; the furnishings ? that, or, ratner,
the lack of them, accented this; and,
as Redmond hastened albng the hall,
the sight of lta present bare emptiness
prlckad him with another thrust o t
.
a ^ * Tonight a meeting,
crnocus, was to be held.
Myi^as candidacy and her campaign
Cor a state office were to be dlacuaaed ;
th? man-of-all-work,
on? ?h , ? t88k- h8d be^Q move
"? th< Uble8 and 0ther
U i?!??8, Later' they would be re
8 ?f fold,n* 8tooI? bar
tered from the local undertaker.
. ^ed,"ond'8 concern grew more evt
^aS 8tUl hurrying; but as he
reached the breakfast room and
,n8lde he stopped abruptly.
Hello!" he exclaimed.
Mr!?h<Tj^reakfa8t room *as vacant.
Mrs Redmond was neither there, nor,
88 appeared, had she already break
a!ld g?ne: aad' "taring at her
empty place, Redmond's astonishment
grew.
The d^ was one of vital importance
1 8 Kwlfe- ,At 8 p. m. the caucus
would be called ; and from now till
then every moment of her time would
e taken, planning, arranging, seeing
fellow members, marshaling all her
forces for the night. The office she
sought was that of state supervisor.
^ BPeX 0f aM her P^wnt
activities and ambitions; and, as Red
mond knew too, her candidacy for the
place was to be no easy victory. Al
ready opposition had reared Its head;
and his air of questioning, his astonish
h!h, *row,n* on him, Redmond hur
rledly drew out his watch.
He had made no mistake, however,
it was a quarter to eight? fifteen mln
ute? past the hour; and again Red
mond shot a glance at his wife's va
cant place.
. j88 8tl11 landing there, watch
in hand and wondering, when the pan
try door opened, and a gaunt, angular
ngure in cap and apron appeared. It
wag a maid, the Redmond's waitress.
bluntly? late'' 8he greeted ftt>rupt'ly,
Redmond knew he was. That, how
ever, did not concern him now. Neither
was he the more concerned In the
maid s brusque abruptness. Of his
own .choice, Redmond* would have
preferred a different, less thln-llpped,
sere and fllnt-eyed Hebe to serve him
his repasts; but Mrs. Redmond, natu
rally, had made the choice. The wom
an, Harriet Llpp, was a protoge of
hers, a fragment. In fact, of that hu
man social-wreckage Myrta Redmond.
In part with her career, made It ' a
habit to snatch from troubled waters
and relaunch again in life. The wait
ress, in fact, owed not only her pres
ent place to Mrs. Redmond, she owed
also her liberty to her, Mrs. Red
mond's influence with the state pardon
board having obtained Harriet Llpp'g
release from a three-years' sentence In
the penitentiary. As Mrs. Redmond,
however, had pointed out, It was for a
crime of violence, not one of Ignoble
meanness or stealth, for which Har
rlet had been committed ; but of this
distinction, a difference In Mrs. Red
mond's view, Redmond was not think
ing now.
"Where's your mistress?" he In
quired.
"Upstairs." the woman answered,
briefly.
The reply, too, was as blunt, as
brusque as it was brief; and, his dis
taste of her growing, Redmond stared
at the woman.
h?"Wv?1 18 Mrs- Rodraond coming
down?" he asked. *
Harrjet Llpp'H air did not alter.
She ain't," she answered, and Red
mond started.
"What?"
"She's breakfasting abed," said Har
rlet Llpp,
"In bed?" Redmond echoed
"Uh huh !" repeated Harriet Llpp.
Ja*ue,y ^rturbed now,
Redmond wondered to the table In
the same wonder he drew out a chair
Trl Meate!luhim8e,f' the ma,d wash
ing him with hard, oggresslve eyes. It
^nnHn?ihln,K, new' thon*h, that Red
mond should breakfast alone. Often
was up and away even before he had
come downstairs. There were days
22 oftZ we?T *hen her off,c,ai d?:
i **' pwubll<; affairs, called her entirely
from her home. No, to be alone was
nothing new. But now . . . Mrs Red
mond breakfasting in bed. That was
new, yes.
* woman's trick-that breakfast In
bed It was a trick, too, a woman's
k 8 8?rt thRt Myrta heretofore
would have scorned. The soft, the In
dulgent. the femininely feminine thing*
MrP?Ularif, Presumed of womankind,
Mrs. Redmond Instinctively and con
temptuously disdained. To her thev
meant but on. thm*. ? con^on Z
sex, the weakness a confession of
*Z ? Thp par,ty nt the sexes,
the abolition, rather, of all sex. that
was Mrs. Redmond's watchword
"Here!" Redmond sold sharply to
fee ,,ni 'hrln* m? my efirsrs and cof^
He sat there! staring at his hands.
Something had happened, ho nnw that ;
something visibly out of tho way. Red
mond, In fact, in the twelve years of
hlf*? married life, had grown, If only
subconsciously, too familiar with his
wife's ways, her habitude, not to sense
that something unusual had occurred
to her. Its Indications, however, were
not merely the otherwise trivial cir
cumstance* .of her breakfasting In
bed ; of Ikte he had noted In his wife's
usual calm, her somewhat complacent
self-restraint, a hint of nerves, of tem
perament ? a reaction as If she labored
unde^ some secret weight, a burden.
Uneasy, now, a frown puckered on his
brow. What had troubled her? he
pondered, his uneasiness gaining
ground.
It was rarely, If ever, now, In these
liter years that Mrs. Hedmond con
flded In the man she'd married. Be
tween the two It was ss if the usual
marital situation had become reversed
? ha, hot she, the dependent; she the
master hand. The change, however. If
such hart happened, *aa not Ju*t
equitable ; ft>r Redmond, tf he
the Inferior, bent under whet t1 Anal
ly was a double responsibility, tl it of
the provider, the one who broug it In
tho living ; with that, he. to a 1 In
tents and purposes, ran the houa hold
as well. Of that never mind, however.
With all the other calls on Mrs. *led
rnond there might have been no house
hold, save that John Redmoud had
stepped Into the breach. He had not
complained. Overshadowed by his
wife, submerged In her growing promi
nence, the added task John Redmond
had shouldered as If a duty, his."
He was not thinking of It now4 He
was not thinking, either, of how he
himself had become submerged, thrust
inconspicuously Into the background
of their married life. Wonder still
reigned among his thoughts ; and, In
their confusion, his mind leaped with
a quick Informality from one thought
to another. It Is the way with those
who mull things over, solitaries. Some
thing wns wrong, wrong with Myrtn
Redmond ; and his mind dwelt on that ;
something wrong with Myrta.
With Myrta, yes, not Just Mrs. Red
mond. You understand, no doubt. In
other words, there were In Redmond's
mind two figures, always two : Myrta.
first ; then ? well, the other, Mrs. Red
mond. The two were vividly distinct.
Myrta, the one he'd married, had (to
him) never changed; she still was the
one. the same; but the other, the Mrs.
Redmond who'd taken his name, still
was using it ? she and Redmond were
far apart. It was only at odd Intervals
now, brief and far apart, that the
Myrtn he'd married came back to him.
She wan still there, though. She was
there now. Trouble ....
A "mere" husband, an appendage
Well, the term fitted well enough. It
was queer, though, the twist the mo
ment gave to it. In trouble, if she
were; Mrs. Redmond was not merely
Mrs. Redmond. He was a husband ?
yes ; and Instinctively to him she be
came transformed. She was Myrta ;
and as Myrta, his wife, if Myrta need
ed help ....
Redmond, startling, had half risen
from his. chair when the pantry door
opened, and the woman, Harriet Llpp,
stalked forth.
"There's y'r eggs," she pronounced.
Redmond resumed his seat. To
Myrta he could have flown, offering
aid. To Mrs. RedmOnd ? well, that was
different.
He sat there, mooning. The Llpp
woman had withdrawn; and his eggs
grew cold within the cup. Mulling It
over, his thoughts were now going at
full tilt, galloping. In the way with
those who moon, who mull, one thing
ran Into another, piling up in magni
tude. If something really was wrong,
what was It? A hundred thoughts
raced Into his mind . . . Politics , , ,
Schemes . . . Plots for place, for pow
er, . . . With women, women didn't
differ much from men. Politics, too,
were Mrs. Redmond's dally pabulum.
Had she done something? Had she
compromised herself? Unwitting had
she let herself Into something ugly?
Vague stories, sinister whispers of poli
tics, public affairs, leaped Into his re
membrance. Her ambitions he knew.
He knew^ too, that she ? that Is, Mrs.
Redmond ? would make no distinction
in methods. "In politics no sex" was
the watchword of these women, Mrs.
Redmond's associates, hers as well.
They fought with the same tools as
the men. Rut If Myrta ....
Myrta again ? Myrta, not Mrs. Red
mond. An exclamation, sharp, ex
plosive. escaped him. Shoving back
ills chair he rose abruptly.
Harriet Llpp, as If her eye had been
glued to the crack in the pantry door,
at once shoved It open.
"Say, you ain't et y'r breakfus* !"
she barked.
Redmond had flung down his napkin
on the cloth. He looked at the figure
in the doorway.
"What did your mistress say?" he
demanded.
Harriet Lipp's eyes narrowed de
fensively.
"Say when?" she countered.
"This morning? Just now!" rapped
Redmond, his temper rising. "Is she
HIT' he snapped again.
"No, she ain't!" the woman an
swered.
"Then why Isn't she coming down?"
asked Redmond.
With direct finality the woman an
swered him. "She's a-breakfustln' a
bed," nnld Harriet Llpp.
That ended It.
For a long moment afterwards the
hard-fentured maid stood there at the
pantry door, one hand at her breast,
her face strained as she gazed after
him. A hrenth escaped her. The mys
tery of all this, though, was not re
vealed to Redmond. Already he was
at the stairway hurrying upward.
Mrs. Redmond's room was at the
front of the house, on the floor above.
For years ? four years now, nearly
five ? she and her husband had occu
pied separate rooms. As Redmond
reached the door he ppused. Ills hand
uplifted, he made as If to knock, tlien
desisted. Standing there, he put one
ear to the panel and listened.
It was only for an Instant, though.
The next lajdant, without even the
formality of a knock, he thrust open
the door and stepped Inside.
"Myrtn I" he exclaimed.
flhe lay there among the coverings
of the bed, her back to him ; and as he
entered, calling to her, she did not
move. Along the pillows the masnes
of her thick, silky hair, like ropes of
burnlahed copper, lay strewn; and
above the counterpane a limp, slender
arm, girlishly rounded and pink, re
vealed Itself. flhe wri still young,
only a year or so over thirty; and now,
as Redmond looked at her, her figure
among the coverings seemed appeal*
ingly alight and youthful. Mora than
that, though, In Ita supine poae at the
moment there waa a (aggestlon of lax
lty, of halpless dejectloa that ho wm
Quick to ?Qe.
"Myrta !'N he cried again.
She answered him then. It was,
however, Mrs. Redmond rather than
the Myrta he called who spoke. Nor j
did she turn. From among the pillows
her voice rose, formal and precise ? j
the voice of Mrs. Redmond, the public
woman's voice.
"What Is It?" she inquired.
Redmond paused midway across the
room. His air, his look, eager and
anxious, altered, too.
"You all right?" he questioned.
A pause. She still did not turn,
and In the pause he stirred uncomfort
ably. Thfcn from the bod came her ;
voice, Its note, as before, still precise. I
"All right? . . . Why do you ask, !
pray?"
Uncertainly, he took a step toward
her.
"Why, you see, you didn't come to
your breakfast," he faltered.
Again she replied, this time with a
change, a note of petulance in her
voice.
"I'm breakfasting here," she said.
"I know ? but the meeting ? tonight's ,
? your time," he faltered again.
Another pause. Then, from the pll?
lows the reply. It came slowly, as If, '
with the effort, ponderously.
"There Is to be no meeting, ** said
Mrs. Redmond.
"What?" interrogated Redmond.
A movement of restless Impatience
stirred among the pillows.
"I have called It off ? canceled It."
Perplexed, he ruffled up his brows.
"You have postponed It?" he In- ]
quired.
There was again a movement among
the pillows, sharp, vehement, visibly
emphatic.
"I have told you once," Mrs. Red
mond said, as sharply; "there Is to be
no meeting. That Is enough, Isn't It?"
seh uttered crisply.
"Myrta !" exclaimed Redmond.
Swiftly he hastened to the bed. In
the same haste, the alert alarm bred
of his concern for her, he laid a hand
upon her shoulder.
"Myrta ! . . . My dear I"
"Let me alone, pray !" Mrs. Red
mond directed annoyedly.
The hand on her shoulder she shook
away. With the same movement she
drew the coverings about her. This,
too, she did with a col<T, formal delib
eration whose dignity was unmistak
able. Now, however, wonder, trepida
tion, too, had the better of Rpdmond,
and he missed the majestic rancor of
the gesture.
"Myrta, what's wrong? What's hap
pened? Tell me I" he cried.
She turned then, momentarily tense,
her features vital with the emotion she
still strove to repress. Her voles
harsh, she spoke ? Mrs. Redmond.
"You, of course, would not under
stand. It's ended ? that's all," she
said.
Redmond gaped.
"Bnded ! What's ended?"
"Everything ? for the time, anyway,"
she replied. "I'm done for, that's
enough. Isn't It?"
"Done for?"
Her lip for an Instant curved bit
terly.
"You heard me!" she returned. "Yon
don't suppose for a moment, do you,
that I could run now for that office l"
She laughed harshly. "This year?"
She laughed again, the laugh more
rasping; and, his Jaw dropping, agape,
Redmond stared at her.
"Myrta !"
Among the pillows she again gave
her shoulders a shrug.
"Bah I . . , Fancy facing those wom
en now I"
The women she meant he knew.
They were those other women, her as
| soclates ? public women like Mrs. Red
mond herself. Why, however, she
could not face them Itedmond had yet
to grasp. Startled, he caught swiftly
at his breath. Then, as he stared down
at her, the thought, the suspicion al
ready that morning engendered In his
mind, Raw In her strained, embittered
face the answering echo, an affirma
tive.
Shame! . . .
"Myrta," said Redmond, his vole*
thick, "what hava you done?**
"ir
She looked up at him sharply, tosa
Ing from her brow the thick, bronsed
masses of her hair.
"What t You mean you don't ? don't
understand?"
"What's wrong, Myrta? Tell me,"
said Redmond, stoutly. "I'll help you,
I'll stand by you, dear. If It's trouble
? If even It's wrong?"
"Wrong?"
"Yes, If even shame ? H
He got no further. A laugh, sharp
and Intolerantly bitter nnd disgusted,
came 'from nmong the pillows. It ,
caught Redmond midway In his words,
nnd left him, like a stranded flnh, gasp
ing Impotently.
"You dolt, you numbskull!" said
Mrs. Redmond.
She told him then. It was to Red
mond, too, the news was, as If she,
Mrs. Redmond, had reached from the
bed and felled him to the floor. * He
stood riveted. Then Into his fare, his
eyes, leaped the light, transfiguring
like a swift burst of sunshine through
a cloud.
"Myrta!" he shrilled. Radiant,
quivering to his feet, had he dared he
would have reached down and gath
ered her to his arms.
He dared not, thongh. ft was Mrs.
Redmond, her face distorted with the
bitterness of her defeated ambitions,
that gaxed up at hlra from among the
plllowa.
"Pshaw!" she said, her Hp curled
anew ? "you're like all men, all yon
husbands. That's alt you think about P*
She gave her shoulders another dis
gusted, embittered shrug. "Go away ? ?
leave me; I want to sleep," she s&M.
Redmond went. It was as if hs want
too, treading the notintalfttif*
MPftOm UMFOt* ?fTDUIATlOHM
SundaySchool
' Lesson '?
(By REV. P. B. FITZWATER, D. D.,
Teacher of Er,*Ush Bible tn the Mootljr
Bible Institute of Chicago.)
Copyright, lilt, Wuurn 'Newspaper Union.
LESSON FOR MAY 27
ISAIAH, THE 8TATE8MAN AND
PROPHET
- LESSON TEXT ? Isaiah 6:1-13.
GOLDEN TEXT-Here am I. send ms.?
Isaiah ti :8.
REFERENCE MATERIAI^-II Chron
icles 26:?J; 32:20; laalah 1:6; 7:1-17; 8:1-1;
9:1-7 ; 11:1-10.
PRIMARY TOPIC? Isaiah Who Was
Ready.
JUNIOR TOPIC? Isaiah's Call to Serv
ice.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC)
?Isaiah's Work for Hit People.
YOUNO PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC
?Isaiah, the Stateaoum and Prophet.
I. Isaiah's Vision of tho Lord (vt.
1-4).
No one's ministry will ever be fruit
ful until he has had a vision of Jeho
vah. The scope of his tasks and the
power to perform services will be lack
ing until he sees God.
1. He Saw the Lord on His Throne
(v. 1). The prophet's gaze penetrated
to the very throne of the eternal. We
need tiot so much know things con
cerning Qod as to have a vision of
Him, even to see Him on H1b throne.
Surely now, as perhaps never before,
with the awful darkness settling down
upon the world and the foundations of
culture and civilization, Institutions
and governments are tottering, we
need a vision of the enthroned Lord.
2. He Saw the Seraphim Above, (vv.
2, 3). Whatever form or rank these
things have, they clearly are ministers
of the Most High. Their standing In
dicates that they were In readlneas to
do His bidding. Their equipment with
six wings show s the celerity with which
they executed His will. In the Divine
presence they find different uses for.
wings. One pair was needed to veil the
seraph's head from the "intolerable ef
fulgence" of the glory. One pair veiled
the feet, which had been soiled In the
execution of the commission. The third
pair was suspended In midair while
waiting to depart on any errand which
the Lord willed. All ceaselessly cried,
"Holy, holy, holy." The suprem? at
tribute of Jehovah Is holiness. It Is
for this that His creatures worship and
adore Him. The treble repetition
doubtless refers to the triune Qod.
Holy Is the One who created us, holy
Is the One who redeemed us and holy
Is the One who sanctifies and keeps
us. From the position of God's throne
i they see tho whole earth filled with
His glory.
3. He Saw Manifestations of Majes
ty (v. 4). As the holy ones cried tha
very door posts moved and the temple
was filled with smoke. Smoke Indi
cates the Divine presence In anger
(Ex. 19:8; 29:18). This indicated that
the selfishness. Idolatry and ingrati
tude of Israel provoked God's anger.
II. Isaiah's Conviction of Sin (v. 6).
When the prophet got a vision of
the holy God he was smitten with a
sense of sin. This Is always true. The
reason that men think well of them
selves Is that they have never seen
God. Face to face with the Lord,
Isaiah saw himself as wholly vile. He
realized that he had sinned In speech
and, (t In speech, then In heart, there
fore the cry of despair. He was not
only guilty himself, but was living In
the midst of an unclean people.
III. laalah Cleansed From 8ln (fr.
0, T).
Having been convicted of aln and
having made confession of it, a burn
ing coal was taken from the altar to
purge away his sin. His penitential
guilt was forgtven and removed. Those
unclean lips were refined by Are and,
vi 1th pure speech, he expressed the
holy thoughts of God. Only fire from
God's altar can purge us from our sina.
IV. Isaiah's Call.
God did not call the prophet until
after he was cleansed. The purged
soul Is the soul ready for the Lord'a
service. Indeed, the unconvicted, un
forglven and uncleansed soul cannot
even hear the Divine call for service.
V. Isalah'a Dsdioatlon (v. 8).
Following the cleansing from sin
there was the quick response for serv
ice. The one purged and sanctified
nnd made meet for the Master's use
readily .responds to the call of God.
They did not Inquire ns to the Issue,
did not desire to see the end from the
beginning, but with freedom came for
ward to serve.
VI. Isaiah's Commission (vv. 9-13).
Tho previous outlook was not prom
ising. He shrnnk back from the re
sponsil llty and Instnntly cried, "How
long, Lord 7" The people were steeped
In selfishness and the Lord assured
him that their blindness and sin,
though long, would not continue for
ever. The people would go on in sin,
to be taken captive nnd tho land be
made desolate. ?
Economy.
The regard one shows economy la
like that we show an old aunt who Is
to leave us something nt last. ? Shen
stone.
Conscience. \
Th?* wnpm of conscience Is the com
panion of the owl. The light Is shunned
by sinners nnd e\il spirits only. ?
Schiller.
Neighborly Love.
year neighbor, yet pull not
down your hedge. ? George Herbert,
6 Bellans
Hot water
Sure Relief
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JUST > SHADOW,
WEAK AND NERVOUS
Kentucky Lady Says That She
Was in a Bad Condition, but
Took Cardui With
Great Benefit
Ashland, Ky. ? Mrs. Cora Ne*som, ot
this city, says: "Some time ago I be
gan suffering with womanly weakness
and was In a very bad condition. My
trouble was weakness and nervousness.
I was Just a shadow ? I didn't weigh
but a hundred pounds.
"I was so nervous I couldn't rest nor
sleep. I didn't have an appetite, In
fact, did not want to eat. I Just dragged
around ? seemed like I couldn't lift my
feet.
"I heard of Cardui as a good tonic
and I began to use it. I can't begin to
tell how I Improved. After six bottles
I was like a different person. I worked
and enjoyed life. I began to eat heart
ily, sleep well, and weighed 100 pounds.
"I certainly can recommend Cardui.
I also used it during. . .and it gave me
strength and relieved the tired, weak
feeling In my back."
Thousands of women, suffering from
female ailments, have taken Cardui
with good results. Perhaps you, too,
may need It. Why not try It? It may
be Just what you need.
Cardui contains no dangerous drugs.
It Is a mild, harmless, purely vegetable
tonic medicine for women. Your drug?
gist sells It Try It.
lake
CARDUI
The Womanls Tonic
Cuticura Talcum
FMclaatiacljr Prurut
Always Healthful
Smp 25c, (HbUmU 25 aa4 SOc. Talcma 25c.
VITO
Unrivalled ? Different
The greatest enemy of the lovoly hftlr for
which southern women are noted !a DAN
DRUFF. VITO. a phyalolan'u remedy for
Dandruff. Ecxema, etc.. appeals to the re
fined tamo, aa It oontalna no grease, alcohol or
cheap perfume. Only 60c per bottle, poatpald.
THE VITO CO.
P. O. Box GOrt Baltimore. Md.
Slightly Significant.
GernJd ? "You don't know what you
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SWAMP- ROOTFOR
KIDNEY AILMENTS
There ii only one medicine that really
stands out pre-eminent as & medicine for
otirable ailments of the kidneys, liver and
bladder.
Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root stands the
highest for the reason that it has proven
to be just the remedy needed in thousands
upon thousands of distressing cases.
Swamp-Root makes friends quickly be
cause its mild and immediate effeot is
soon realized in moot cases. It is a gen
tle, healing vegetable compound.
Start treatment at once. Sold at all
drug stores in bottles of two sites, medium
ana large.
However, if you wish first to test this
great preparation send ten cents to Dr.
Kilmer k Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a
?ample bottle. When writing be sure and
mention this paper. ? Advertisement.
Important to Chorus Qirls.
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perintendent.
"It teaches how to get the fatted
calf." answered a boy at the foot of the
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