THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBUFG. PA The Old Home Prescription that 1 pleasant to take and sure to help, ia Hale's Honey Of Herehound and Tar Stxsts concha and relleTM eolrls. Contains uhu but aur thins Usurious. AO Dnn (at. Dies at i.mim kcn. K-et. h.l. and 0.., VrTi t. LabT An liai and unt M Of rh. l.flluufc n . . . . CAL-SlfltO CO. BALTIMORE. MO. J t DROPSY "5u:ir i m au di 1 renst, won igmom swe.nn and short bream, often gives entire rei ' in ' 19 to SS days. Tnn. treatment ent FKfcB. DR. THOMAS E. GKKKN. suri-euuf to lf H. H. (.rets s Sum. Bo A. Chaiivtortk. 04 Her Destiny. "Proftswor," laid Ming Skylight, "I want you to suggest a course In life for ma I have thought of Journal Urn " "What ore your own inclinations?" "Oh, my soul yearns and throbs and pulsate with an ambition to five the world a life work that shall be mar elous In its scope and weirdly en trancing In the vastness of Its struc tural beauty!" "Woman, you're born to be a mil liner." IS CHILD GROSS. FEVERISH, SICK -took, Mother! If tongue is coated, give "California Syrup of Figs." Children love this "fruit laxative," and nothing else cleanses the tender tomach. liver and bowels so nicely. A child simply will not stop playing to empty the bowels, and the result Is they become tightly clogged with vast j, liver gets sluggish, stomach aours, then your little one becomes crosB, half-Bick, feverish, don't eat. leep or act naturally, breath Is bad. system full of cold, has sore throat, stomach-ache or diarrhoea. IJsten, .Mother! See If tongue Is coated, then five a teaspoonful of "California 6yrup of Figs." and In a few hours all ths constipated waste, sour bile and undigested food passes out of the sys (em. and you have a well child again. Millions of mothers give "California Eyrup of Figs" because It Is perfectly harmli-Bs: children love It, and it nev er fails to act on the stomach, liver and bowels. Ask at the store for a SO-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs," which tias full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. Sew It Seems. "When does a man become a seam stress?'" "When he hns and haws." "No." "When he threads his way?" "No." "When he rips uiid tears?" "No" "Give It up." "Never. If he can help It." Chris tian Register. SAGE TEA DARKENS GRAY HAIR TO ANY SHADE. TRY IT! Keep Your Locks Youthful, Dark, Clotty and Th'ick With Garden Sage and Sulphur. When you darken your hair with Gage Tea and Sulphur, no one can tell, because it's done so naturally, so evenly. Preparing this mixture, tiieiigh, at home Is mussy and troublo aouiev For 50 cents you can buy at any drug store the ready-to-use tonic called "Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Hair Remedy." You Just dampen a ponge or soft brush with It and draw this through your hair, taking one small strand at a time. By morn ing all gray hair disappears, and, after another application or two, your hair becomes beautifully darkened, glossy and luiurlant, You will also dis cover dandruff Is gone and hair hat topped falling. Grav, . faded hair, though no dis grace, is a sign of old age, and as we all desire a youthful and attractive ap pearance, get busy at once with Wy eth's Sage and Sulphur and look yeart younger Adv. Strong Recommendation. Tlie guest sat down and frowned over the bill of fare In great perplex tty "What's good today?" he Inquired of !;e waiter. "Stowed steak, sir," answered the oilier, promptly, and then, leaning cvpr the table, he added, confidential ly, "It's very good Indeed, air. The waiters are having It themselves." Doubtless It is the unexpected that ti:Plens because one can never tell vhat a woman will do. 4O Granulated Eyelids, 2 U 11 ye 'nfla""d by expo sure to Sun, Dusl and Wind TZT-sm quicklyrelievedbyMlirlsS V V CJj tyelemedy.NoSmarting. ""W just Eve Comfort At tur Druggie SOc per Bottle Murine f y n vinTuLieit2Sc.ForDotkellbeEyeFreeask ' l. ukxists or Murine Eye Benedy C.. Ckicaas t au ff IS The Reliable Remedy V I for lambatfo, (rout And I I U RHEUMATISM 4KT AT TUB JOINTS ft V rUOMTUK INMOB For Ml hjr all 4 drugg-ibta Yy I Buo . t, pcom. Tf v.,vi r I The Call of the Cumberlands 3 By Charles Nevills Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play (Copriijlit ibis, br W 1 "ill ft CoJ SYNOPSIS. On MlKr-ry -t.-.-k Sally Millar finds Oenrir.- I.'.'itt. h liitnlMciipe ;iliitr. un consrlutiH. Jii I'urvy nf the Hiillnmn i-lan Iiiim tn-i-n h I m it utul HatiiHon I sus-p'vti-il f ti e i i line. Hum.mii ileiilna IU The ahuotliiK bnuKs the truce In tlio H"!n.nn-Smn It teiiti. l.eHi-mt tllneovera artistic ability In Hamsun. Hamsun Ihnixtit-g Tiim.mu'k Spii-er and denounces hint uh tin- "trin-e-hiiMU'r" whi)th(t riu-vy. Stimson tells the Houth elan' thut ht Is ffotnv to leave the muuntulnu. lArentt Kes liome tit New York. K-intKon bldtt Kpiier and H.i II y farewell and fiillimn. In New York SarnH'tn stndieH art utid learns murh of ettv wnyti Mrtntile I.eH'-rtt ptr ut'lii Wilfred llnrton. her dilettante lover, to di u man's wurk In tint world. lToinptr-d hy her love, Paily teuehes her self to rl;e. llortnn throws liliiiHnlf Into tiie tiiinlii.-iis world nnd becomes well hated by predatory financier') and pollil-t-iftna. At h Hoheniian resort Hanmon meets Wllllmn KnrhiKli. Hporty social par aslto. ami Morton's enemy. Furbish' con spires wllh others to make Morton Jeal oi.s. and hiiccim-iIm l-'arblsh brlnss Morton and Knrnnn tocether at the Kcninore rhih's si Unit IimIuo. and forces an oten nipture. exiK-ctlnir SattiKon to kill Morton srnt so rhl the political and financial thints of the cnihailer. SattiHon exposes the plot and thmxlKS the conspirator. CHAPTER XI Continued. "George lscott brought me up here and befriended me. I'ntll a year ago I had never known any life except that of the Cumberland mountains. I'ntll I met Mist Lescott. I had never knon a woman of your world. She was good to me. She saw that in spite of my roughness and ignorance 1 wanted to learn, and she taught me. You chose tA misunderstand, aud dis liked me. These men saw that, and believed that, If they could mako you Insult me, they could make mo kill you. As to your part, they succeeded. I didn't ee lit to oblige them, but, now that I've neltled with them, I'm willing to give you satisfaction. Do we fight now and shake hands after ward, or do we shake hands without fighting?" Morton ttood silently studying the mountaineer. "Good God!" he exclaimed at last. "And you are the man I undertook to criticize!" "You ain't answered my question," suegertted Samson South. "South, if you are willing to shake hands with me I shall be grateful. I may as well admit that, if you had thrashed me before that crowd, you could hardly have succeeded in mak ing me feel smaller. I have played Into their hands. 1 have been a damned fool. I have riddled my own self respect and If you can afford to ac cept my apologies and my hand 1 am offering you both." "I'm right glad to hear that," said the mountain boy. gravely. " told you I'd just as lief shake hands as fight. . . . lint just now I've got to go to the telephone." The booth was In the same room, nnd, as llnrton waited, he recognized the number for which Samson was calling. Wilfred's face onre more flushed with the old prejudice. Could It be that Samson meant lo tell Adrl enne Lescott what had transpired? Was he, after all. the braggart who boasted of hit lights? And, if not. ns It Samson's cmstom to call her up every evening for a good night message? . He turned and went Into the hull, but, after a few minutes, re turned. "I'm glad you liked the show . . ." the mountaineer was saying. "No, nothing special is happening here except that the ducks are plentiful. . . . Yes, I like it fine. . . . Mr. Morton's here. Wait a rtiuiite I guess maybe he'd like to talk to you." The Kentuckian beckoned to Mor ton, and, as he surrendered the re ceiver, left the -room, lie was think ing with a smile of the unconscious humor with which the girl's voice had Just come across the wire? "I knew that if you two met each other you would bcome friends." "I reckon," said Samson, ruefully, when Morton joined him, "we'd better look around and see how bad those fellows are hurt in there. They may need a doctor" And the two went back to find several startled servants assisting to their beds the disabled combatants, und the uext morning their inquiries elicited the informa tion that the gentlemen were all "able to be about, but were breaktuHting in their rooms." Such as looked from their windows that morning saw an unexpected cli max, when the car of Mr. Wilfred Morton drove away from the club carrying-the man whom they had hoped to see killed and the man they had MUCH SOUND; LITTLE EFFECT Protett of Champ Clark Reminded Alabama Statesman of Humorous 8tory. The most dramatic day of the Sixty third congress was w hen Champ Clark, tho speaker of the house, took the floor for his famous speech explaining why he opposed President Wilson's policy of repealing the Panama canal tolls exemption law. Clark was on the los ing side, and everybody knew that the vote would certainly uphold the presi dent. While the speaker was delivering his remarks in his vibrant, booming voice, Tom Meflin of Alabama walked through the Democratic cloakroom. Even there the thunder of Clark's voice was audible. Hefiin stopped, laughed and said: "Thut reminds me of an old colored man down In my state. Me was work ing out in the middle of a field on a hot summer day. It was so hot that the heat seemed to be simmering vis ibly wheres-er you looked. Arter a while tU-e midday train rushed by hoped to see kill him. The two ap peared to be in excellent spirits and thoroughly congenial as the car rolled out of sight, and the gentlemen who were left behind decided thut, In view of thy circumstances, the "extraordi nary spree" of lust night had best go unadverllsed Into ancient history. CHAPTER XII. Tho second year of a new order brings fewer radical changes than the first. Samson's work began to forge out of the ranks of the ordinary and to show symptoms of a quullty which would some day give It distinction. Heretofore his instructors had held him rigidly to the limitations of black and white, but now they took off the bonds and permitted him the colorful delight of attempting to express him self from the palette. It was like per mitting a natural poet to leuve prose and play with prosody. One day Adrienne looked up from a sheaf of his very creditable lundscape studies to Inquire suddenly: "Samson, are you a rich man or a poor one?" Mo laughed. "So rich," he told her, "that unless 1 can turn some of this stuff into money within a year or two I shall have to go back to hoeing corn." She nodded gravely. "Mayn't It occurred to you," she demanded, "that In a way you are wasting your gifts? They were talk ing about you the other evening sev eral painters. They all suid that you should be doing portraits." The Kentuckian smiled. Mis mas ters had been telling him the same thing. Me had fallen In love with art through the appeal of the skies and hills. Me had followed its call at the proselyting of George Lescott, who painted ouly landscape. I'ortrniture seemed a lees artistic form of expres sion. He said so. "That may all be very true," she conceded, "but you can go on with your landscapes and let your por traits pay the way. And," she added, "since I am very vain and moderately rich, I hereby commission you to paint me, just as soon as you learn how." Farbish had simply dropped out. lilt by bit the truth of the conspiracy had leaked, and he knew that his useful ness was ended and that well-lined pocketbnoks would no longer open to his profligate demands. Sally had started to school. She had not announced that she meant to do so, but each day the people of Misery saw her old sorrel mare making Ita way to and from the general direction of Stagbone college, and they smiled. No one knew . how Sally's cheeks flamed as she sat alone on Saturdays nnd Sundays on the rock at the back bone's rift. She was taking her place, morbidly sensitive and a woman of eighteen, among little spindle-shanked girls In short skirts, and the little girls were more advanced than sho. Hut she, too, meant to have "l'arnln' " as much of it as was necessary to sat isfy the lover who might never come. And yet. the "fotched-on" teachers at the "college" thought her the most voraciously ambitious pupil they had ever had, so unflaggingly did she toll, and the most remarkably acquisitive, so fast did she leum. Hut her studios had again been interrupted, and Miss Grover, her teacher, riding over one day to find out why her prize scholar had deserted, met in the road an empty "jolt wagon," followed by a ragged cortege of mounted men and women, whose faces were still lugu brious with the effort of recent mourning. Her question elicited the Information that they were returning from the "bury-In"' of the Widow Mil ler. Towards tho end of that year Sam son undertook hie portrait of Adri enne Lescott. The work was Hearing completion, but It had been agreed that the girl herself was not to have a peep at the canvas until the painter was ready to unveil It In a finished condition. Often, as she posed, Wil fred Morton Idled in the studio with thein, and often George Lescott came to criticize, and le without criticiz ing. The girl was Impatient for the day when she, too, was to see the pic ture, concerning which the three men maintained so profountfa secrecy. She knew that Samson wne a painter who analyzed with his brush, and that his picture would show her not only fea tures and expression, but the man's estimate of herself. "Do you know," he said one day, coming out from behind his easel and studying her. through half-closed eyes, "I never really began to know you un til now? Analyzing you studying you In this fashion, not by your words, but by your expression, your pose, the very unconscious essence of your per sonalitythese things are illuminat ing." "Although I am not painting you," she said with a smile, "1 have been studying you, too. As you stand there before your canvas your own person ality ie revealed and I have not been entirely unobservant myself." "And under the X-ray scrutiny of about half a mile away, whistling for a crossing and roaring and thundering as It went. "The old man watched it go by, took hold of his hoe and stooped over his work once more. Then he said, talking to himself: "'Boom! Ding! Hum! Hum! But I's gwine to ride jou nex' Sadday night!' "Popular Magazine. A Spendthrift. A man and his best girl walked Into a North Illinois street drug store. The man bought u one-cent picture post card and a one-cent postage stamp. As he started to place the stamp on the postcard the woman walked toward the front door. "Wait a minute, Susie," said the num. "I'm not near through." The man turned to the clerk and bought a package of chewing gum. As the cou pi i) walked out of the drug store the man was heard to remark: "There's no limit to me, Susie, when I'm out with you." Indianapolis Newt. l.et It content thee that thou art a man. this profound analysis," ho suld with a laugh, "do you like me?" "Wait and see," she retorted. "At ull events" he spoke gruvcly "you must try to like me a little, be cause I am not what I was. The pur- son that I mil Is largely the creature of your own fashioning. Of course you had very raw material to work with, and you can't make a silk purse of" he broke off and emiled "well of me, but In tlmo you may at least get mo mercerized a little." For no visible reason she flushed and her next question camo a trifle eagerly: "Do you mean I have Influenced you?" "Influenced me, Drennle?" he re peated. "You have done more than that. You have painted me out and painted mo over." Sho shook her head, and In her eyes danced a light of subtle coquetry. "There are things I have tried to do, and fulled," she told him. Mis eyes showed surprise "Perhaps," he apologized, "I am dense, and you may have to tell me bluntly what I urn to do. Hut you know that you have ouly to tell me " For a moment she suld nothing, then hook her head again. "Issue your orders," he insisted. "I am waiting to obey." She hesitated again, then said, slowly: "Have your' hair cut. It'a the one uncivilized thing about you." For an instant Samson'i face hard ened. "No," he said; "I dou't care to do that." "Oh, very well!" she laughed lightly. "In thut event, of course, you shouldn't do It." Hut her smile faded, and after a moment he explained: "You see, It wouldn't do." "What do you mean?" "I mean that I've got to keep some; thing as It wne to remind lue of a prior claim on my life." For an Instant the girl's face cloud ed and grew deeply troubled. "You don't mean," she asked, with an outburst of Interest more vehement than she hud meant to show, or real ized she was showing "you don't mean that you still adhero to ideas of the vendetta?" Then she broke off with a laugh, a rather nervous laugh. "Of course not," she answered her self. "That would be too atwurd!" "Would it?" asked Samson, simply. He glanced at his watch. "Two min utes up," he announced. "The model will please resume the pose. By the way, may I drive with you tomorrow afternoon?" The next afternoon Samson ran up the street steps of the Lescott house and rang the bell, aud a few moments later Adrienne appeared. The car was waiting outside, und, as the girl came down the stalra in motor coat and veil, she paused and her lingers on the banister tightened in surprise as she looked at the man who stood below holding his lint In his hand, with his face upturned. The well-shaped head was no longer marred by the mane which It hud formerly worn, but was close cropped, and under the trans forming Influence of tho change the forehead seemed bolder and higher, and to her thinking the strength of the purposeful features was enhanced, and yet, had she known it, the man felt that he had for the first time sur rendered a point which meant an aban donment of something akin to prin ciple. She said nothing, but as she took his hand In greeting her fingers pressed his own In handclasp more lingering than usual. Late that evening, when Samson re turned to the studio, he found a mis- elve in his letter box, and, a be took it out, his eyes fell on tho postmark. It was dated from Mixon, Kentucky, and, as the man slowly climbed the stairs, he turned the envelope over in his hand with a strange sense of mis giving and premonition. The letter was written in the cramped hand of Brother Spencer. Through its faulty diction ran a plain ly discernible undernote of disapproval for Samson, though there was jio word of reproof or criticism. It was plain that it was sent as a matter of cour tesy to one who. having proved an apostate, scarcely merited such consid eration. It Informed him that old Splcer South had been "mighty pore ly," but was now better, barring the breaking of age. Everyone was "tol erable." Then came the announce ment which the letter had been writ ten to convey. The term of tlie South-Hollinan truce had ended, and It had been renewed fur an indefinite period. 'Some of your folks thought they ought to let you kuow because they promised to give you a say," wrote the Informant. "Hut they decided that It couldn't hardly make no difference to you, since you have left the moun tains, and if you cared anything about It, you knew the time, and could of been here. Moping this finds you well." Samson's face clouded. Me threw the soiled and scribbled missive down on the tuble and sat with unseeing eyes fixed on the studio wall. So, they BANQUETS THAT ARE FAMOUS Old Romant Would Send to' the Ends of the Earth for Delicacies That ' Appealed to Them. At the famou-t banquet of Trlmal chlo w hich, I. shouli be remembered, was not merely a banquet, but a bur lesque, and was given by a multl-mll-liunaire. as -. should call him toduy, the gustus v ould hove served the most of men for a dinner. A donkey of Corinthian bronze held two baskets of olives, white on ono side, black on the other. Then there were dormice cov ered with honey and poppy seed, hot sausngo on a silver grill aud beneut'i them damsons and pomegranate seeds. But a Roman dined with Trlmal :h!o as rarely as with Lucullus, and the freedman's fancy was separate ar.d his own. After the pustus came the regular courses (fercula they are called), which might be three, or even seven, In the houses of epicures. The satir ists and historians, as we know, con demn the extravagance, which vastly Increased under the empire, and which hud cost hi in out of their councils! iney aireauy tnougni oi mm as one who had been. In that pasi ionate ruttl) of feeling everything that had happened since he had left Miwery seemed artlflclul and dreamlike. Me longed for the realities that were forfeited. Io want ed to press himself close to the great, gray shoulders of rock thnt broke through the greenery like giants tear ing off soft raiment. Those were his people back there. He should be run ning with the wolf pack, not coursing with beagles. Me had been telling himself that he was loyal aud now he realized that be was drifting like the lotus eaters. He rose and paced the floor, with teeth and hande clenched and the sweat standing out on his forehead. His advisers hud of late been urging him to go to Furls. Me had refused, and his uncon f cased reason had been that in Paris lie could not answer a sudden call. He would go back to them now and compel them to admit his leadership. Then his eyes fell on the unfinished portrait of Adrienne. The face gazed at li ) in with lie grave sweetness; Us fragrant subtlety nnd Us fine-grained delicacy. Her pictured Hps were si lently arguing for the life he had found among strangers, nnd her vic tory would have been an easy one, but for the fact thut Just now his con science seemed to be on the other side. Samson's civilization was two years old a thin veneer over a cen tury of feudalism and now the cen tury wus thundering Its call of blood bondage. Hut, as the man struggled over the dilemma, the pendulum swung back. The hundred years had left, ulso, a heritage of quickness and bitterness to resent Injury and injus tice. His own people had cast him out. They had branded him as the Hit Eyes Fell on the Postmark. deserter; they felt no need of him or his counsel. Very well, let them have It so. His problem had been settled for him. His Gordian knot wn cut. Sully and his uncle alone had his address. This letter, casting him out, must have been authorized by them. Brother Spencer acting merely as amanuensis. I hey, too, had repudi ated him and, If thut were true, ex cept for the graves of his parents, the hills hud no tie to hold him. "Sally, Sully!" he groaned, dropping his face on his crossed arms, while hie shoulders heaved In au agony of heartbreak, and his words came In the old, crude syllables: "I 'Iowp"? ou'd believe In me ef hell frozr;;" He rose after that, and made a fierce gesture with his clenched fists. "All right." he suld, bitterly, "I'm shet of the lot of ye. I'm done!" Hut It was easier to say tho words of repudiation than to cut the ties thut were knotted about his heart. Willi a rankling soul, the mountain eer loft New York. He wrote Sully a brief note, telling her thnt he was go ing to cross the ocean, but his hurt pride forbade his pleading for her con fidence, or adding, "I love you." He plunged into the art life of the "other side of -the Seine," and worked vora ciously. He was trying to learn much and to forget much. One sunny afternoon when Samson had been in the Quartier Latin for eight or nine months the concierge of his lodgings handed him, as he passed through the cour, an envelope ad dressed in the hand of Adrienne Les cott. As he read it he felt nlow of pleasurable surprise, and, wheeling, he retraced his steps briskly to his lodg ings, where he began to pack. Adri enne had written that she and her mother and Wilfred Morton were sail ing for Naples, and commanded him, unless he were too busy, to meet their steamer. Wlthlji two hours he was bound for Lucerne to cross the Itulian frontier by the slate-blue waters of Luke Mngglore. A few weeks luter Samson nnd Ad rienne were standing together by moonlight in the ruins of the Coli seum. The Junketing about Italy hod been charming, und now In that circle of sepia softness and broken columns he looked at her and suddenly asked himself: "Just what does she mean to you?" If he hnd never asked himself that question before he knew now that it bade the wealthy Romans send for their priceless delicacies to the en 1s of the earth. Satire hud no more effect than sumptuary laws, und the ban quets of t)u rich patricians and wealthy freedmen are legendary. First came the fish, for poor as for rich a necessity of the dinner. Sea barbel and the turbot of Ravenna were the favor ites, and tho haddock was not dis dained. Nathan Bedford Forrest. It Is not true that General Forrest was "an Ignorant man, never to his dying day able to reud or write," as haB been said. On the other hand, he wan a man of extraordinary natural ability and the possessor of a great deal of solid wisdom. The poverty of hlB parents prevented him from obtain iii3 an early education, but in mature life he learned to read and write. The best life of Forrest is that of Dr. John A. Wyeth. There Is a love which can And Its one expression in sympathy and all its hnpplness In understanding. John Oliver Hobbea. if fev mm uinWA Wm must some day be answered. Friend Bhip hud been a good and seemingly a sufficient definition. Now he was not so sure thut It could remain so. Then his thoughts went back to a cabin in the hills and a girl In calico. Ho heard a voice like the voice of a song bird saying through tears: "1 couldn't live without ye, Samson. ... I Jest couldn't do hit!" For a moment he was sick of his life. It seemed that there stood before bim, in that place of historic wraiths and memories, a girl, her eyes sad, but loyal, and without reproof. "You look," said Adrienne, studying his countenance in the pallor of the moonlight, "as though you were see ing ghosts." "I am," said Samson. "Let's go." Adrienne had not yet seen her por trait. Samson had needed a few hours of finishing when he left New York, though it was work which could be done away from the model. So it was natural that when the party reached Paris Adrienne should soon insist on crossing the Pont d'Alexnndrs 111 to his studio near the "Boule Mich" for an Inspection of her commissioned canvas For a while she wandered about the businesslike place, littered with the gear of the painter's craft. It was, in a way, a form of mind-reading, for Samson's brush was the tongue of bis soul. The girl's eyes grew thoughtful as she saw that he still drew the leering, saturnine fnce t.f J'.:n A-b"rry. He had not outgrown hate, then? But she said nothing until he brought out and set on an easel her own portrait. For a moment she gasped with sheer delight for the colorful mastery of the technique, and she would have been bard to pit use had she not been de lighted with the conception of her self mirrored in the canvas. It was a face through which the soul showed, and the soul was strong and flawless. The girl's personality radiated from the cunvas and yet A disappointed little look crossed and clouded her eyes. She was conscious of an In definable catch of pain at her heart. Samson stepped forward, aud his waiting eyes, too, were disappointed. "You don't like it, Drennle?" he anxiously questioned. But she smiled In answer, and declared: "I love it." He went out a few minutes later to telephone for her to Mrs. Lescott, and gave Adrienne carte blanche to browse among bis portfolios and stocked can vasts until his return. In a few min utes she discovered one of thoso ef forts which she called his "rebellious pictures." These were such things as he paint ed, using no model except memory perhaps, not for the making of finished pictures, but merely to give outlet to his feelings; an outlet which some men might have found in talk. This particular canvas was roughly blocked in, and it was elementally simple, but each brush stroke had been thrown ngalnst the surface with the concentrated lire and energy of a blow, except the Btrokes that had painted the face, and there the brush had seemed to kiss tho cunvas. Tho picture showed a barefooted girl, standing, in barbaric simplicity of dress, In the glare of tho arena, while a gaunt lion crouched eyeing her. Her head was lifted as though fhe wero listening to faraway music. In the eyes was indomitable courage. That canvas was ut once a declaration of love, and a miserere. Adrienne set It up beside her own portrait, and. as she studied the two with her chin rest ing on her gloved hand, her eyes cleared of questioning. Now she knew what she missed in her own more beautiful likeness. It had been paint ed with ull the admiration of the mind. The other hud been dashed off straight from the heart and this other was Sally! Sho replaced the sketch where she had found it, and Samson return ing found her busy with little sketches of the Seine. "Drennle," pleuded Wilfred Horton, as the two leaned on the rail of the Mauretanla, returning from Europe, "are you going to hold me off In definitely? I've served my seven years for llachel, ahd thrown in some extra time. Am I no nearer the goal?" The girl looked at the oily heave of the leaden and cheerless Atlantic, and Its somber tones found reflection In her eyes. She shook Jier head. "I widli I knew," she said, 'wearily. Then she added vehemently: "I'm not worth it, Wilfred. Let me go. Chuck me out of your life as a little pig who can't read her own heart; who la too utterly selfish to decide upon her own life." "Is It" he put the question witn foreboding "that, after all, I was a prophet? Have you and South wiped your feet on the doormat marked 'Plutonic friendship?" Have you done thnt, Drennle?" She looked up into his eyes. Her own were wide and honest and very full of pain. (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Victim. ' A gentlemen's agreement usually means that the third gentleman Is go ing to get stung. Atchison Globe. ' 8neezlng as a Diagnosis. A sneeze is responsible for the dis covery by City Clerk Newton that he had three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder, says a Hanford (Cal.) dis patch to the Los Angeles Times. Sev erul days ago Newton and a number of friends were returning from an automobile ride when the machine turned over. Me was slightly tnjired but thought nothing of it. Luter he sneezed vigorously and the pain Increased; he sneezed again and then hastened to see a doctor The physician, after an examination, informed him thut he had three bro ken ribs and a shoulder out of Joint Since then Newton has been too 111 tc work. His friends are now wondering whether he would have felt the In juries If he had not sneezed twice. And No Otlerlzlng? Insurance authorities find that In tho last DO years the average man has Increased his length of life by seven years. At this rate, sb may easily be determined, the man of 2914 will live 140 years longer than the man of to day, in spite of the war. THIS WOMAN'S SICKNESS Quickly Yielded To Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable . Compound. Bridg-eton, N.J.-"I want to thank yoa thousand times lor the wonoerrru isood Lydia E. Pink- jham'a Vegetable iCompound baa done for mo, I snuered very moch from a female trouble. I had bearing dowa pains, was irregular and at times eonld ardly traBc across the room. I was Munablo to da my housework or attend to my baby I was so weak. Lydia E.i'inkhnm'B Vegetable Compound did me a world of good, and cow I am strong and healthy, can do my work Bnd tend my baby. I adrise all suffering women to take it and get well as I did. "-Mrs. Fankib COOPER, B.F.D., Bridgeton, N.J. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound, made from native roots and herbs, contains no narcofio or harmful drugs, and to-day holds the record of being the most successful remedy for female ills we know of, and thousands of voluntary testimonials on file m the Finkham laboratory at Lynn, Mass., seem to prove this fact. For thirty years it has been the stand ard remedy for female Ills, and has re stored the health of thousands of women who have been troubled with such ail ments as displacements, inflamnsation, ulceration, tumors, irreguluritiea, etc. If yon want special advico write to Lydia E. I'lnk ham Med icine Co., (confidential) Lynn, Mas. Your letter will bo opened, read and answered by a woruoa and held in strict confidence. k Women's Parents. Mrs. Bacon I see that nearly tout hundred women applied for jKitests in England last year.' Mr. Beacon Why, I didn't ksow there could bo as many akifiaes toi keeping husbands home Bsgkrta at that. Trying to Forget, He Don't you remember ate? She Why should 17 "We were engaged ta be snarrled last summer at the beoeV "Yes; but don't yon reeolsvst you told me to forgive and forget yoa?" YAGER'S LlftltnT The Oeenteet Kemertr ror PS.VtN I.M 111111.4 SPRAIN HV LK.NV.WOU.VUS. KWLWJ.NCi. ClIT o r. r-Tnrxrr's, t.-, Depot, v., write "Ifl'iit V.itfr'4 I.lnlmerit a sreat hrlp In the cart of OiT hnrwvt t'ho roenmruend It eallMiHt rOu.sli, for llralM., Rwulliag, rlnrnni . au for either man or rM-s.' LAIttiK ItOTTI.K, tKfl.. nt nestlers GILBERT BROS. I CO, Inc. B:lfl.iwm, IU Constipation Vanishes Forever Prompt Relief Permanent Cur CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS never fpil. Purely vegeta ble act surely Carter's t'ut gently on the liver. Stop after ITTLE IVER PILLS. dinner distress-cure indigestion. improve the complexion, brighten the eyes. SMALL PILL, SMALC DOSE, SMALL PRICE. Genuine must bear Signature TRIAL, BOTTLE FRtC. Writs (or It end menttoa ttala paper. Address) A. C A1EYEK & bO BAUIMORU. Ml PARSER'S HAIR BALSAM i toilet purpart.! to of merit. J!r torviiftvtdandnift. For Restoring Color and Boaut r toGrar or Fatfed Hair. Vta anil tl.iwat UnitiKtdtsj, W. N. U BALTIMORE, NO. 7-1915. 1 r mm j 74 '1
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