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J ~ SYNOPSIS. 'Wrandall is found murdered In near New York. Mrs. Wran from the -ity to identify I, it appears, had led lected his wife. I.-Continued. of it," said the cor head. "I have a one of the ordi 't surprise me if you might say dy's wife, don't ake it rather dif her tracks have vered." w she got away single sign behind the sheriff. "She's I've got to say." door opened -and ed. She stopped huddled group, a ghost. Her tly unseeing; parted .in the sted but one man who cus" of the a low cry. adb fully con * wallowed the dam," he began. her , expression ed to be aware of the first time. Her in a cdrious manner, lips seemed o surge senting t of a Aing 6 rekl her and seri ted to the window, Dr. iheeW~he said In a low voice.; "It was very cold in there." She shivered slightly.>"Will you be so kind- as to tell me what I -am to do now?- What -ormalties remain for me-" The coroner was at her side. "Time enpigh for that, Mrs. Wrandall. The fizt ..thing you are to do -is to take something warm . to drink, and pull Yourself together a bit-" She drew herself up coldly. "I am quite iyself, Dr. Sheef. Pray do not ..alarm yourself on my account. I-shall be obliged to you,,however, if you will tel me- what I am to do as speedily as possible;. and let me do it so that I may Iave- this-this unhappy place without delay.. No! I mean'.It, sir. ani going tonight-unless, of course," e said, with a'quick look at the'sher "the law stands in the way." "You are at liberty to come and go ayou please, Mrs. Wrandall," said the eriff, "but It is -most foolhardy 'to of--" "T'hank you; Mr. Sheriff," she said. oletinjme go. I thought perhaps might be legal restraint." She it a swift glance pver her sh'oulder, dtheupke in a high, shrill voice, licatV .extreme dread and uneas "Close the door to that room!" The door was standing wide .open, st ,as she had left it.. Startled, the roner's deputy sprang forward to close it. ,Involuntarily, all of her lis teners looked In the, direction of the room, as iffexpecting to see the form of the murdered man advancing upon them. The feeling, swiftly gone, was most, encanny. "Clse it from the inside," comn manded the coroner, ,with unmistaka ble emphasis. The man hesitated, and then did as he was ordered, but not without a curious look at the wife of the, dead' man, whose back was toward, him. "He will not find anything disturbed, doctor," said she, divining his thought. "I had the feeling that something was creepings toward us ouf of that room." "Y!oul have every reason to be nerv ous, "madam. The situation has been -*most., extraordinary-nmost trying," *said the. .coroner. "I beg of you to -conte downstairs, where we may at tend to a few necessary details with T out delay. It has been a most fa tiguing matter for all of us. Hours *without sleep, and -such wretched weather." They descended to the warm little reception room. She sent at'once for the inn keeper, who came in and glow ered at her as if she were wholly re sponsible for the blight -that had been put v~on his place. -. ':WilJ~'ou be good enough to send some one to the station with me in your depot wagon?" she demanded without hesitation.. -~ He 'stared. "We don't run a 'bus ithe winter time," he said, gruffly. She opened the little chatelaine bag that hung from her wrist and abstract ed a card which she submitted to the coroner. "You will find; Doctor Sheef, that the car my husband came up here in be longs to me. This Is the card issued by the state. It is in my name. The factory number is there. You may compare It with the one on the car. My husband took the car without ob taining my consent." "Joy riding," said Burton, with an ugly laugh. Then he quaied before the look she gave him. - "If no other means is offeref>-oc itor Sheef, I shall ask you to let me .take the car. I am perfectly capable of driving. I have driven It in the country for two seasons. All I ask'is that some one be directed to go with CURIOS FROM SOUTH POLE V i sts and Students of World Physics Welcome Collection Re cently Received In England. Representative selection from the various objects brought home by the scientific staff attached to the Scott Antarctic expedition is now on exhi bition at the British Natural History museum, South Kensington. The ob jects include the rock fragments brought back to within 11 miles of One Ton depot by Dr. Wilson. These fragments are from Buckley island, or Mount Buckley, which appears out of the Ice cap where the glacier begins to descend 'toward the barrier Ice. This "Island" as It were parts the stream of ice. There appear to be other summits entirely buried beneath the ice stream. The fragments tell 11s of warm. weather conditions, of t'7' ~ 4 - Qc~py///?"/9/2 me to the station. No! Better than that, if there is some one here who is willing to accompany me to the city, he shall be handsomely paid for going. It is but little more than 30 miles. I refus6 to spend the night in this house. That Is final." 'They drew apart to confer, leaving her sitting before the fire, a stark fig ure that seemed to detach itself en tirely from its surroundings and their companionship. At last the c6roner came to her side and touched her arm. "I don't know what the disttict at torney and the police will say to it, Mrs. Wrandall, but I shall take it upon myself to deliver the car to you. The sheriff has gone out to compare the numbers. If he finds that the car is yoirs,. he will see to it, with Mr. Drake, that it is made reaqy for you. I take It that we will have no difficulty in-" He hesitated, at a loss for words. "A finding it again in case you need it for evidence?" she 'supplied. He nodded. "I shall make it a point, Doc tor'Sheef, to present the. car to the state after It has served my purpose tonight. I shall not ride in it again." "The sheriff has a man who will ride with you to the station or the city, whichever you may elect, Now, may I trouble you to make answer to certain questions'I shall write out for you at once? The man is Challis Wrandall, your husband? You are positive?" "I: am positive. He is-or was Challis Wrandall." Half an hour later she was ready for the trip to New York city. The clock in the office marked the- hour as one. A toddied individual in a great buffa lo coat waited for her outside, hic couhIng -and bandying jest with the half-frozen men who had spbnt the night with him in the forlorn hope of finding the girl. Mrs. Wrandall gave final instruc tions to the coroner and his deputy, who happened to be the undertaker's assistant. She had answered all the questio s that had been put to her, and 0 signed the document with a 'firm, untrembling hand. Her veil had been lowered since the beginning of the fxamination. They did not see her face; they only heard the calm, low voice, sweet with fatigue and dread. "I shall notify my -brother-in-law as soon as I reach the city," she said. "He will attend to everything. Mr. Leslie Wrandall, I mean. My . hus band's only brother. He will be here in the morning, Doctor Sheet. My own apartment is not open. I have been staying in a hotel since my return from Europe two days ago. But I shall attend to the -opening of the place tomorrow. You will find me there." The coroner hesitated a moment be fore putting the .question that had come to his anind as she spoke. . "Two days ago, madam? May I In quire where your husband has been living during your absence abroad? ,When did you last see him alive?" She did not reply for many sec onds, and then It was with a percepti ble effort. "I have not seen him since my re ~I -" "Ts Man WilG ih oMdm "His broae Lelie cam toithe Mdam,. He-he said that Challis, who came back from Europe two weeks ahead 'of me, had been called to St. Louis on very Important business. My husband had been living at his club, I under stand. That is all I can tell you, sir." "I see." said the coroner, gently. He opened the door for her and she passed out. A number of men were grouped about the throbbing motor car. They fell away as she ap proached, silently fading into the shadows like so many vast, unwhole some ghosts. Th'e sheriff and Drake came forward. "This man will go with you, ma dam,"~ said the sheriff, pointing to an unsteady figure beside the machine. "He is the only one who will under take It. They're all played out, you see. He has been drinking, but only on account of the hardships he has undergone tonight. You will be quite safe -with Morley." No snow was falling, but a bleak Among other interesting objects Is the skin of a young Weddell seal. The fur is of an attractive light brown color. The birds brought home by the expedition are not yet stuffed. One is a very fine emperor penguin, whose breast feathers glisten under the elec tric light A gray-headed mollymaub is another fine bird. The only known insect (wingless) proper to the Ant arctic is also shown. There are two sponges from the Ice seas of Antarc tics. The Higher Life. A big Chicago concern has solved the problem which confronts many large business houses of providing a recreation spot for their employes, by utilizing the roof of its new building. In one section of the space the men and boys play indoor baseball behind strong- wire netting. A continuation of this space, roofed over and fur nished with plenty of comfortable / 4.ofJ ,or e Bar WV OV6R MsC=/?r//ON: CO) wind blew meanly. The air was free from particles of sleet; wetly the fill of the night clung to the earth where it had fallen. "If he will guide me to the Post road, that is all I ask," said she hur riedly. Involuntarily she glanced up ward. The curtains in an upstairs window were 'blowing inward and a dim light shone out upon the roof of the porch. She shuddered and then climbed up to the seat and took her place at the wheel. A few moments later the three men standing in the middle of the road watched the car as it rushed away. "By George, she's a wonder!" said the sheriff. CHAPTER ii. The Passing of a Night. The sheriff was right. Sara Wran dall was an extraordinary woman, if I may be permitted to modify his rath er crude estimate of her. It is difficult to understand, much less describe a nature like hers. Fine-minded, gently bred women who can go through an ordeal such as she experienced with out breaking under the strain are rare indeed. They must be wonderfikl. . It is hard to imagine a more heart-break ing crisis in life than the one which confronted her on this dreadful night, and yet she faced it with a fortitude that seems almost unholy. She had loved her handsome, way ward husband. He had hurt her deep. ly more times than she chose to re member during the six years of their married life, but she had loved him in spite of the wounds up to the in stant when she stood beside his dead body in the' cold little room at Bur. ton's inn. She went there loving him as he had lived, yet prepared, almost foresworn, to loathe him as he had died, and she left him lying there alone in that dreary room without a spark of the old affection in her soul. Her love for him died in giving birth to the hatred that now possessed her. While he lived it was -not in her pow er to control the unreasoning, resist less thing that stands for love in wom an; he was her lover, the master o her Impulses. Dead, he was an un wholesome, unlovely clod, a pallid thing to be scorned, a hulk of worth less clay., His blood was cold. He could no longer warm her with it; it could no longer kill the chill that his misdeeds cast about her tender sensi tiveness; his lips and eyes never more could smile and coqquer. He was a .dead thing. Her love was a dead thing. They lay separate and apart. The tie was broken. 'With love died the final spark of respect she had left for him in her tired, loyal, betrayed heart. He was at las~t a thing to be despised, even by her. She despised him. She sent the car down the slope and across the moonless valley with small regard for her, own or her compan ion's Esafety. It swerved from side t0 side, skidded and leaped with terri fying suddenness, but held its way as straight ass the bird that flies, drives by a steady hand and a mind that had no thought for peril. A sober man al her side would have been afraid; this man swayed mildly to ~ and fro and chuckled with drunken glee. Her bitter thoughts were not of the dead man back there, but of the live years that she was to bury with him; years that would never pass beyond her ken, that would never die. HE nad loved her in his wild, ruthless way. .He had left her times withoui number in the years gone by, but he had alwa'ys come back, gaily unchas. tened, to remold the love that waited with dog-like fidelity for the touch 01 his cunning hand. But he had take' his last flight. He would not come back again. It was all over. Once tot often he had tried his reckless wings She would not have to forgive 'bin again. Uppermost in her mind wa! the enriously restful ;hought that hi! troubles were over, and with them hei own. A hand less forgiving than hern had struck him dead. Someh'ow, she envied the woman t< whom that hand belonged. It has been her divine right to kill, and ye1 another took it from her. Back there at-tihe inn she had sait to the astonished sheriff: "Poor thing, if she can escape pun ishnment for this, let It be so. I shal not help the law to kill her simp13 because she took It in her own hand! to pay that man what she owed him I shall not be the one to say that hi did not deserve death at her hands whoever she may be. No, I shall off e: no rewar-1. If you 'catch her, I shal be sorry for her, Mr. Sheriff. Believi me, I bear her no grudge." "But she robbed him," the sherif had cried. "From my point of view, Mr. Sher 1ff, that hasn't anything to do with the case," was her significant reply. "Of course, I am not defending him." "Nor am I defending her," she has retorted. "It would appear that she 1F able to defend herself." Now, on the cold, trackless road, shi was saying to herself that she dil have a grudge against the woma! who had destroyed the life that be longed to her, who had killed thi thing that was hers to kill. She coulh ployes, a library and a rest room anm an emergency hospital are on thi other side of the building, and open ing from this section is a roof gardei exclusively for women's use. Wind lng walks are bordered with flowers and palms, and in them the womer sand girls may saunter during thei: recreation hour, gaze far out over thi city and lake, and forget the "nerves sharpened by the daily grind. Kissing in Public. London is always alive with alie1 customs. While An~erican states ar< passing laws against kissing' in put lic there was an en' unter the othe: day in Regent streets quite proper an< continental) which s~ artled me for moment. A young ~an met thre< young women-bro er and sisters should say at a lrried glance. Th1 young man took of his hat and plani ed a kiss on l*bth eeks of'each girl six kisses blocking e pavement tral V6 r McCutc ARY/h7)9/2 BY60DD,fEAD &- C01 not mourn for him. She could only wonder what the poor, hunted, ter rified creature would do when taken and made to pay for the thing she had done. Once, In the course of her bitter re flections, she spoke aloud in a shrill. tense voice, forgetful of the presence of the man beside her: "Thank God they will see him now as I have seen him all these years. They will know him as they have never known him. Thank God for that!" Theman looked at her stupidly and muttered something under his breath. She heard him, and recalling her wits, asked which turn she was to take for the station. The fellow lopped back in the seat, too drunk to reply. For a monlent she was dismayed, frightened. Then she resolutely reached out' and shook him by the shoulder. She had brought the car to a full stop. "Arouse yourself, man!" she cried. "Do you want to freeze to death? Wlhere is the station?" He straightened up with an effort, and, after vainly seeking light in the darkness, fell back again with a grunt, but managed to wave his hand toward the left. She took the chance. In five minutes she brought the car to a standstill beside the station. Throug the window she saw a man with his feet cocked high, reading. He leaped to his feet in amazement as she en tered the waiting-room. "Are you the agent?" she demanded. "No, ma'am. I'm simply staying here for the sheriff. We're looking for a woman-say!" He stopped short and stared at the veiled face with wide, excited eyes. "Gee whiz! May be you-" "No, I am not the woman you want. Do you know anything about the trains?" "I guess I'll telephone to the sheriff before I--" "If you will step outside you will find one of the sheriff's deputies in my automobile, helplessly intoxicated. I am Mrs. Wrandall." - "Oh," lie gasped. "I heard 'em say you were coming up tonight. Well, say! What do you think of-" "In there a train in before morning?" "No, ma'am. Seven-forty is the first" She waited a moment. "Then I shall have to ask 'you to come out and get your fellow-deputy. He is useless to me. I mean to go on in the machine. The sheriff understands." The fellow hesitated. "I cannot take him with me, and he will freeze to death If I leave him in the road. Will you come?" The man stared at her. "Say, is it your husband?" he asked agape.. She nodded her head. "Well, I'll go out and have a look at the fellow you've got with you," he said, still doubtful. IShe stood in the door while he crossed over to the car and peered at the face of the sleeper. '"Steve Morley," he said. "Fuller'n a goat'' "Please remove him from the car," she directed. Later on, as he stood looking down at the inert figure in the big rocking chair, and panting from his labors,~he heard her say patiently: "And now will you be so good as to direct me to the Post-road." He scratched his head. "This is mighty queer, the whole business," he declared, assailed by doubts. "Sup pose' you are not Mrs. Wrandall, but -the other one. What then?" As If in answer to his question, the man Morley opened his blear-eyes and tried to get to his feet. "What-what are we doin' here, Mis' Wran'all? Wha's up?" "Stay where you are, Steve," said the other. "It's all right." Then he went forth and pointed the way to her. . "It's a long ways to Columbus -Circle," he said, "I don't envy you the trip. Keep straight ahead after you hit the Post-road." He stood there listening until the whir of the motor was lost in the distance. "She'll never make it," he said to himself. "It's more than a strong man could do on roads like these. She must be crazy." Coming to the Post-road, she in .creased the speed of the car, with the isharp wind behind her, her eyes in tent on the white stretch that leaped up in front of the lamps like a blank wall beyond which there was nothing but dense oblivion. But for the fact that she knew that this road ran -straight and unobstructed into the out tskirts of New York, she might have lost courage and decision. The natural confidence of an experienced driver was hers. She had the daring of one who has' never met with an accident, and who trusts to the instincts rather than to an actual understanding of conditions. With her, it was not a question of her own capacity and strength, but a belief in the fidelity of the engine that carried her forward. It had not occurred to her that the task of guiding that heavy. swerving thing through the unbroken road was something beyond her powers of en durance. She often had driven it a .hundred miles and more without rest ing, or without losing zest in the en terprise; then why should she fear WITH THE BREAK OF DAWN -Birth of a New Day as Seen and De scribed by One Who Had the Vision of the Poet As we proceeded, the timid approach of twilight became more perceptible, the intense blue of the sky began to sften, the smaller stars, like little children, went first to rest; the eister beams of the Pleiades soon melted together, but the bright constellations of the west and north remained un changed. Steadily the wondrous trans - figuration went on. Hands of angels hidden from mortal eyes shifted the scenery of the heavens; the glories , of night dissolved into the glories of Sthe dawn. The blue sky now turned [more softly gray; the great watch stars shut up their holy eyes; the~east began to kindle. Faint streaks of purple soon blushed along the sky; the celestial conclave was filled with nd ieon. the small matter of 30 miles, even un der the most trying of conditions? Sharply there came to her mind the question: was she the only one abroad in this black little world? What of the other woman? The one who was being hunted? Where was she? And what of the ghost at her heels? The car bounded over a railroad crossing. She recalled the directions given by the man at the station and hastily applied the brake. There was another and more dangerous crossing a hundred yards ahead. She had been warned particularly to take it care fully, as there was a sharp curve in the road beyond. Suddenly she jammed down the emergency brake, a startled exclama tion falling from. her lips. Not 20 feet ahead, in the middle of the road and directly In line with the light of the lamps, stood a black, motionless figure-the figure of a woman whose head was lowered and whose arms hung limply at her sides. The woman in the car bent forward over the wheel, staring hard. Many seconds passed. At last the forlorn object in the roadway lifted her face and looked vacantly into the glare of the lamps. Her eyes were wide-open, her face a ghastly white. "God in heaven!" struggled from the stiffening lips of Sara Wrandall. Her fingers tightened on the wheel. She knew. This was -the woman! The long brown ulster; the limp, fluttering veil? "A woman about your size and figure," the sheriff had said. The figure swayed and then moved a few steps forward. Blinded by the lights, she bent her head and shielded her eyes with her hand the better to glimpse the occupant of the car. "Are you looking for me?" she cried out shrilly, at the same time spread ing her arms as if in surrender. It was almost a wail. Mrs. Wrandall caught her breath. Her heart began to beat once more. "Who are you? What do you want?" she dried out, without knowing what she said. The girl started. She had not ex pected to hear the voice of a woman. She staggered to the side of the road. out of the line of light. "I-I beg your pardon." she cried It was like a wail of disappointment "I am sorry to have stopped you." "Come here," commanded the other, still staring. The unsteady figure advanced. Halt ing beside the car, she leaned across the spare tired and gazed into the eyes of the driver. Their faces were not more than a foot apart, their eyes were narrowed in tense scrutiny. "What do you want?"; repeated Mrs. Wrandall, her voice hoarse and trem ulous. "I am -looking for an inn. It muist be near by. I do-" "An inn?:' with a start. ",I do not recall the name. It Is not' far from a village,.in the hills." "Do you mean Burton's?" "Yes. That's it. Can you direct Ime?" The voice of the girl was faint; ?she seemed about to fall. "It is six or eight miles from here," said Mrs. Wrandall, still looking in -Wonder at the miserable night-farer. The girl's head sank; a moan of de She Knew-This Was the Woman. spair came through her lips, ending in a sob. "So far as that?" she murmured. Then she drew herself up with a fine show of resolution. "But I must not stop here. Thank you." "Walt!" cried the other. The girl turned to her once more. "Is-is It a- matter of life or death?" There was a long silence. "Yes. I must find my way there. It is-death." Sara Wrandall laid her heavily gloved hand on the slim fingers that touched the tire. "Listen to me," she said. a shrill note of resolve ringing in her voice. "I am going to New York. Won't you let me take you with me?" The girl drew back, wonder and ap prehension struggling for the mastery of her eyes. "But I am bound the other -way. To the inn. I must go on." "Come with me." said Sara Wrandall firmly. "You must not go back there. I .know what has happened there. from above the horizon and turned the dewy .teardrops of flower and leaf into rubies and diamonds. In a few sec onds the everlasting gates of the morning were thrown wide open and the lord of day, arrayed in ;iories too severe for the gaze of ma~n, began his state.-Everett. National Pride. The belief that all .foreigners are Inferior to one's own people is not pe culiar to the so-called civilized na tions. Professor Sumner of Yale used to call this national egotism "ethnocentrism," and cited an instance of It from a message sent south by' a native Greenlander, extolling his land and Its inhabitants as greatly su perior to the countries and races of white men. In the Journal of Re ligious Psychology the anthropologist Crantz.is quoted as saying~ "The Greenlanders consider .them selves as~the only civilizedrnaionin the world. They are far superior In Come! I will take care of you. You must not go to the inn." "You know?" faltered the girl. "Yes. You poor thing!" There was infinite pity in her voice. The zirl laid her head on her arms. Mrs. Wrandall sat above her, look ing down, held mute by warring emo tions. The impossible had come to pass. The girl for whom the whole world would be searching in a day or two, had stepped out of the unknown and, by the most whimsical jest of fate, into the custody of the one per son most interested of all in that self same world. It was unbelievable. She wondered if it were not a dream, or the hallucination of an overwrought mind. Spurred by the sudde# doubt as to the reality- of the objec, before her, she stretched out her hand and touched the girl's shoulder. Instantly she looked up. Her fin gers sought the friendly hUnd and clasped it tightly. "Oh, if you will only take me to the city with you! If you only give me the chance," she cried hoarsely. ' "I don't know what impulse was Adriv Ing me back there. - I only know I could not help myself. You really mean it? fou will take me with you?" "Yes. Don't be afraid. Come! Get in," said the woman in the car rapidly. "You-you are real?" The girl did not hear the strange question. She .was hurrying around to the opposite side of the car. As she crossed before the lamps, Mrs. Wrandall noticed with dulled inter est that her garmbnts were covered with mud; her small,%comely hat was in sad disorder; loose wisps of hair fluttered with the unsightly veil. Her hands, she recalled, were clad In thin -suede gloves. She would *be half frozen. She had been out in all this terrible weather-perhaps since the hour of her flight from the inn. The odd feeling of pity grew strong er within her. She made no effort to analyze it, nor to account for It. Why should she pity the slayer of her hus band? It was a question unzsked, un considered. Afterwards she was to recall this hour and its strange Im pulses, and to realize that it was not pity, but mercy that moved her to do the extraordinary thing that followed. Trembling all over, her teeth chat tering, her breath coming in short lit tle moans, the girl struggled up be side her and fell bank in the seat. Without a word, Sara Wrandall drew. the great buffalo robe over her and tucked it in about her feet and legs far 'up about her body, which had slumped .down in the seat. "You are very, very good," chattered the girl, almost inaudibly. "I shall nev er forget-" She did not complete the sentence, but sat upright and fixed her gaze on her companion's face. "You you are not doing this just to turn me over to-to the police? They must be searching for me. You are not going to give me up to them, are you? There will be a reward I-" "There la no reward," said Sara Wrandall sharply. "I do not mean to give you up. I am simply givin'g you a chance to get a'way. I have always felt sorry for the fox when the time for the kill drew near. That's the way I feeL" "Oh. thank you! -Thank you! But [what am I saying? Why should I per mit you to do this for me? I meant to go back there and have It over with. I know I can't escape. It will have to come, it is bound to come. Why put it off? Let them take me, let .them do what they will with me. I-" "Hush! We'll see. First of all, un derstand me: I shall not turn you over to the police. I will give you the chance. I will help you.. I can do no more than that." "But why should you help me? I I-oh, I can't let you do It! You do not understand. I-have-committed -a-terrible-" she broke off with a groan. "I understand," said the other. some thing like grimness in her level tones. "I have been tempted more than once myself." The enigmatic remark made no impression on the listener. "I wonder how -long ago it was that it all happened," muttered the girl, as if to herself. "It seems ages-oh, such ages." "Where have you been hiding since last night?" asked Mrs. Wrandali, throwing in the clutch. 'The car start. ed forward with a jerk, kicking up the snow behind it. "Was it only last night? Oh, I've been-" The thought of her suffer ings from exposure and dread was too much for~ the wretched creature. She broke out in a soft wall.. "You've been out in all this weath er?" demanded the other. "I lost my way. In the hills back there. I don't know where I was." "Had you no place of shelter?" "Where could I seek shelter? I spent the day in the cellar of a farm er's house. He didn't know I was there. I have had no food." "Why did you kill that man?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Guarding Against Expense. It took a New York millionarie to hit upon the best scheme yet for cut ting down household expenses If one must wed; he married a fashionable milliner.-Baltimore News. I titude of arrogant superiority adopted by many white men in their inter course with so-called savages." How It Happened. His wife had made a little quiet In vestigation of his coat. "Henry," she said in no pleasant tone, "you never mailed the letter I gave you last week. I can feel -It right In the corner of your coat." Her husband brought out the coat in- a rather shame-faced way. There was no doubt, the letter was just where she said. Reaching Into the in sire pocket, he groped down and down until he at last grasped the envelope, "Yes, my dear," he replied; "you see, it slipped down through the torn lining you promised to sew up more than a month ago." Costly Justice. A colored gentleman,Ibn trial for his life in a remote Tennessee town, was asked by the judge if-he had anything to say. wherimpon' le reolied: "Al Reliable eviden s 4hunant-that areco tatybigr t4 t tfT 4 Lydia E. Pinkian ' V The many testimonial letter* lishing in the newspapers-hund me, true and unsolicited expre for the freedom from suffering tY s women solely through the use du Vegetable Conipound. Money could not buy nor any ofind o U such recomm ns youniay depend upo testimonial we pulsVshoetadtre n g doubt of this write to the.wome IlAre addeses realways gien, and* ler O ,m Read this one froni Mrs. W Wet Cmmmr, NJ.-"I was sick for two yeasm with my kidneys were affected. I had a doctorR. the galvanie battery, but nothing did me any ood to bed, but spent my time on a couch orn asleepmg became a1most a skeleton. Finall my doctorwe health, and my husbandheard daEPnk Compound and got me some. In two*n nths Id p1 am like a new woman and am at 3xy usual your medicine to every one-and so does mi hu n 11 Knight St., Camden,N And thisuone from Mrs. H UTrIC, O-A.--"Ijwas weak and M ap and searcely able to be on my-feet. I had A: tation of the heart, trouble with my bowsa tn th6 Lydia E. Pinkhm'A.veet Compo h ave been for twenty e . think cine and I have recomme 1M DoDr, Utica, Oklahoma. Now answer this question "yu can. woman continue to suffer withou irt giv Pinkham's Vegetable Compound a, %Yuno it has saved many others-hfhoni failnyou For '0 rs Lydia E.Plnkrms IF MOMpo ias been the standard male lsi. No one sick with woman's does jusiteeto herself if she does not thloi . mous medicine made from. rootseE has restoredstmany Efer Ig WritetoLYDI ELPI VNDO (CONIEIDEFmLLY XhSfors tvlee~ Your letter will be byawomanandhe in GOT AWAY WITH SOMETHING T'Cuivit _____Sydney Sm - Old Ben's Forebodings Turned dut to Be Correct, Though Booty a 7 Was Not Valuable.. T - Old Ben was a kleptomaniac. He realized his failing, which caused the such keen humiliation that it l witly difficulty he could be persuad7 to enter the homes of any of the neighbors.SGETAi One evening -an old friend of Bens - returned to the town for a visit an~ HAI AO called on Ben. Later he proposed they -' go together to make'a call on- a -mu- Keep oYu' Nodls a tual friend, but, to his surprise, Ben Glossy anifT refused. - Gardeai'~gb ah "No, no," he cried, shaking his head, - "I can't go." When j~drkeu "Why-not?" asked his friend. "It's Sage Tea it dSutu only a step away, and it's not late tell,.cut now; besides I don't know when I'lI evenly. be roun#' tese parts again." t oud,. at-ome, iT~ "wilY d Ben, "you know how I some. Ford/O ent~a n alway i, but If you promise to any Arag fsore t~a e - nd see I take nothing, I'll called' "Wyeth's Hafr Remedy"Y dhis friend, as they re. sponge o. soft bu~ turned, "you did nobly. I watched you draw ,T1stbogyo every minute, and you'never took a One~lIsman 6a a thing!" ing al a isy "Don't," groaned Ben, as he pulled anlotherapplct~ on a moist rag out of his pocket. "I've becomes ~b~~faHy got the dishcloth!" and luxuriant.'Y' ______________cover audunarno ECZEMA DISFIGURED FACE *** gra .'aeli Hampton Springs,Fla.-"I had had ec- gace de ~si a4i sema on my face and hands for about - three years. My face was 'badly 'dis.pa c e J4t figured. The eczema broke out in h4a adSlpira pimples and itched so very badly I -'' f s would scratch it all the time. It was dat the most irritating disease I ever had. The -stret&7 It started on,my face and.hands-and sage fren .the ~ It spread all over. my body. I bad Red ea are 6aU1e y~ great large sores all over me, caused "Gate of .Tear"ns he from the eczema. It bothered me day verdgeouslto and night so that I could not rest ~~ei s . eriy at all about-twenty' leid. t "I used three remedies for skin dis its inelancholy ns ease and they didn't give relief at all, of shipwreclks that' I was almost terrined until a friend recommended Cuticura Soap and Olnt- Maiyamz b'L - ment to me. They helped me from mnl the time I started to use them.. Ionly -...: 'used two cakes of Cuticura Soap and -- two boxes of Cuticura Ointment and . 2 was cured." (Signed) Mrs. H. C. Park- Ua4 er, Dec. 7, 1912. lL a - Cuticura Soap and Ointment~ sold J L throughout the world. Samsple of each Nine tie ens ~ wm~ free~with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post. right tieao& card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston."-Adv. CARTER'&2LIUE& LjVER- Fil3%r Concerning Grammar. etyxfil' A sweet little voice-that sounded"p a-:lazy. lver ~ like it usually used better grammar.- doits dt. Nell Brinkley in the Journal. Sounds ue like better grammar ain't being used :i;, ~ y. this 'season.-F. P. A., in New York MaiL. Henanh and' Distruas Dr. Peery's Verm~ifuge "Da Shot" kills 9gAI, PIL.m1DO~ and expels Worms in a very few hours -mi er in the Dentist's Chair. Miss Goodrich-I hear your hus-_ _ _ _ _ _ _ I band is a great lover of the esthetic. ____________ Mrs. Nurich-Oh, yes! He takes -~ one every time he gets his soothH A I STN The Cause. W l u t " "The doctor says that poor Smith's For GCay, Streaked, BlachdsdRd~' mind is a blank." Moutch.Matches Sliee-I '5 ' "I guess it Is his income tax blank." Black. Does not as& unrb4.S3/ .your Dragiut. Reguar size, GO60b Only a woman who is in love will I. Siadlo ,NM ' aok to e . man who is socially be- IH20 Aw.OU~b iU Wheneve r. YuNeed a Lag-erI Take Grove's The Old standard -Grove's Tastels chiII Tout Is Equsally Valuable as a General Strengleig n1, Beams It Aois LUver, DrIves Out Mialaria, Enriches the Blsed ald Builds lii the Wi18 You know what you are tang whentyou take Grove'sTae~-~ the formula is printed on.every IabeL. dh~""'