Pa., January, 13, 1911. IN MEMORIAM. In loving memory ot Walter H.Crosthwaite, who died December 4, 1910. "Twas evening, and the shadows closed around, ‘The stars came, one by one; ‘The world seemed hushed and still, For a life was nearly done. ‘The old familar church bells note, Pealed out the close of day, As "round his bed we stood ‘When our lov'd one passed away. ‘The frail little bark the homeland has reached Out of the waves of the deep: And its master has been julled, To along and dreamless sleep. ‘There's a vacant place in the household, And here stands an empty chair, We listen in vain for the sound Of a well-known step on the stair. Yes, vainly we look from the window, Or watch to see him come, 1 For a kind and all-wise Father, Hath taken our Waiter home. Eisie PHiLipra MURPHY. THE WHITE MERCY. Wikat & melancholy, moping fellow that a is,” said Dr. Horace Dwin- Chief law Hi The aristocratic and vlegant surgeon laughed mockingly, then made answer in his calm and cultured voice: “How foolish of the man—how foolish of any man—to allow any such sentimen- tal debris of a love-affair to lie in Everyman. him sets our patients back a month—and I don’t wonder with that green hatchet face of his and those sleepy, dog-like eyes. Watch him closely, Miss Chalmers. Wi cannot risk errors made by love-sick swains. Modern surgeons must beware of sentiment.” And she who, because of the height and excess of her sentiment, had been thwarted in her own heroic and love, reflected that there was no fear or likelihood of Dr. Horace Dwinelle ever in- curring an encroachment of perilous sen- timent. The milk of affection, the wine of emotion, the fire of passion, would be cast in vain upan the smooth and polish- ed marble of that egotistic and ambitious nature. The familiar, plangent, and explosive clangor of the rubber-tired ambulance came suddenly to their ears, and the rat- a-pat of ‘horse's hoofs as the vehicle roll- silently into the courtyard below. Five minutes later the wide doors of the ele- vator in the side corridor swung and two small-wheeled Sarriages of white enamel were pushed forth. of these was wheeled toward the woman's section; the other came rolling noiselessly down the barren hallway toward the doctor mm—— verre TT d i Z 7 E ! i ! : | ; 1 f : | i : : : 7 : 2 3 i : i gE : 2 ei: if i & g f 8 8 7 TR i ; Fit g ‘ i f i i i 2 3 : i 7 i ! i § ge k : g I 2 F A is ft i 2 8% | £2 : i § E g =} § it : £ : : index of his features it was apparent that some tumult within him. Then he slouched from the room. His mind was sunshine, heard him howling dolefully as he lifted a limp and broken arm shrieked for the to set the to use chloroform. Well Fremont remembered how the pulse and respiration of Hillis had sunk beneath the anaesthetic, his heart had almost ceased to beat, how they had labored over him and brought back the life slipping into the shadows. As he hurri lindly along the corri- dors toward the laboratory belowstairs, another face uprose before him. It was a young woman’s serene®and fair and wistful, but marked with a trace of in- genuous selfishness or helplessness. It was the face that still stood between him and the fulness of his life. Once it had been a sun to him, bnt now it had a cold, dead moon, a frozen sphere that would not leave the orbiit of his life, but eclipsed the vast ambitions he had once fed so valiantly with hope. This was the o A : tgs 55 Ie tif : 2 to to in his heart, that gnaw- ig i ba exhausted bras. Bt one thought arrested Sasperave on ine Toa that t him his seven-year-olu sister Emily, whom he had brought to the ci after their parents’ death, would be e. She and . who needed him, who loved ‘him, and whom he loved. So in a truce with fate he had lived on in grim and sullen moodiness, lethargic, his ambition ehergy, and incentive seemingly gone to ruin. At still felt himself hunted and harried by monstrous temptations toward bi op ness. rtney Hillis now, up- operating-table, with a ull and a heart that might per bag. With silence i have Soom him, but he . Now it was by express com- mand of the chief surgeon himself that the chloroform from which Hillis t never awake was to be given him e, the interne, stood absolved then—he had done all that honor and the code had 2 2 i § the ic weakness of the heart with a I ars an extreme, interest, for it had been one of the hereditary afflic- tions in his family. Of this his mother had died and the same fatal symptoms had begin to develop in little Emily. “1 Dwinelle would take to using ether like other surgeons” said the hos- ital druggist, as fe honed Fremont the e. “Our supply of it is hardly touch- ed. This is the last of the chloroform. 1 back to the operating-room. He felt that it was Hillis's death he held in his hand. And in a few weeks this man was to be married to her! If he did not die of his injuries, this drug might end him. Well, what matter?—the surgeon as destiny—it was no fault of his—~Fremont's how | —still, he might have insisted—might still insist—the druggist had said that this was the only flask of chloroform left in his stores. He saw her face very plainly then —knew that even now she must have learned of the accident, that she suffered for the sake of this man she loved—sure- ly she loved him! He let the bottle drop tothe led floor close to the door of the operating-room. pungent sme the volatile anaesthetic instantly filled all theair. At the crash Dr. Dwinelle and grown | Miss Chalmers rushed to the door. “I've dropped the bottle,” said Fremont, dully, pointing to the spreading liquid and the glass shreds. “It was the last of the chloroform, the druggist said.” Hh § fi RL 5 2 7 , quivering finger,the blue, blood-shot eyes an with fright, and terror roving the plump, moon-face in its white swath- lings. An hysterical fear rang in the voice, i “That man!” he hoarsely. | "What is he doing here? He hates me, Doctor! Take him away: he'll poison— hel kili me!” Then Mary Traske turned and looked - | full into the face of her former lover. She too cried out at sight of that pallid mask | with all its darkness and its t brow and ie Sa. tly; “Oh, 1 fancy not, Mr. Hillis. | assure of solicitous t instead of chloroform for the operation. Being of a tender heart, he remarked that you had a weak one.” “It is true?” exclaimed the and gray-haired Mrs. Hillis, as she t her startled face toward the doctor. "Dr. Krantz, the great heart ialist, said at Shlgmterm would death for Harvey Hillis, the silent millionaire, who had scarcely spoken a word since enter- ing, opened his lips to support the state- ment of his . This was Siew ak a disagreeable surprise to Chief-su Dingle, for it yas Bis desire to make a bright a avoral mpression upon these two—arbiters, each, of society and finance. Bland and affable was his reply, and directed chiefly at the lady: “I assure you, my dear Mrs. Hillis, there was not the slightest danger—even had chloroform, which I habitually use in my practice, Beet Suiinidieted, Owing 2 an accident, cleverly engineered , Fremont here, we were forced to fall back ga ether. Jere 5 » common Te tion ulged in ayman— some a in chloroform is murderous and ether quite harmless. Nevertheless,” said he, turning to Fremont, who stood staring dully at the wall, “I owe you an a A The interne made no reply, but with the same dazed and suffering look upon his pathetic features left the room. graciously took his leave of the ww and his family and hastened after remont. “Dr. Fremont, Iam for this mis- understanding,” he said, simply, and in a much softer tone. “Wiil you be so kind pi accompany me to the women's sec- Hillis asked me to give it my personal attention.” The interne halted, smiled faintly, turn- ed, and walked behind the chief surgeon. As they entered the women's operating- room at the extreme right wing of the builaing, the ¢ came toward them with a ed in a paper wrapper. ne chloroform has just arrived," said The surgeon motioned him to give it | to the interne. Fremont took the bottle and placed it on a stand within the ope- rating rcom, and went to sterilize the in- struments. The examining physician and his assistant stood close ide the dis- tinguished Surgeon at the head of the op- erating table. Two little feet peered forth “It is useless,” the examining physi- cian w to Dwinelle. “The wheels splin the bones of both legs beyond hope. It's a clear case for amputation. I've given her an injection of morphine for examination.” Miss Chalmers now entered and re- moved the sheet from the little form up- on the cold metallic table. Without the unforgettable face that still tettered him, | Dr. Horace Dwinelle a the | storm was now raving and bowling nd the purse. A Sling head and a face | clouded his mind and unravelled his life | interne, his white.clad trembled, he | through the heavens. gust-driven pale and drawn with the tension and —the very beautiful face of Mary Traske. | compressed his lips, the plated instrument rain beat and streamed against the great rigor of some great convulsive shock lay | Unerring had been the of Head- | he held in his shook, his | window of plate-glass, and the racing reales a Sleam of Spon Siow the nurse Chalmers! Mary had been eyes were like gray agates as he sought | drops were as Stale wn the curiously at the face of the man as the the playmate of he Youth In thei I ive 10 Plunge othe S08 of the young re irom! Dre Fremont,” said Walle Caltisge Basu imed. “it is |i Which had drawn them both from Yau lie, Dr. Fremont.” he said, simply. the chief surgeon. trey Hiller Mie: exclaimed, ‘it is | home. And now—now she was the joy- “but I will attend to that hereafter. The interne, having prepared the in- Courciey is! Miss Chalmers, I'll at- ous and exquisite fiance of Courtney Hil- | your place at the table. Miss struments, advanced to adjust the tend 5 case Sivseli, Please order the yj, please send for the ether, and tell the | Then, for the first time. his eves fell up. i upltie Mrs. Harvey | ‘For Hillis had no sooner met Mary | druggist to order more at|on the victim of Hillis's automobile. H shersonisin my hands. Dr. Traske than he had been enslaved by | once. There is that case waiting in the | Three paces off he stood transfixed with Tk : to the pensive in- | her fresh and unusual beauty. Ruthless | women’s section.” sudden horror, a blank and terrible light terne KBE listlessly at the end of the | 30g unscrupulous in love, like his father Fremont administered the ether through | in his widened eyes, his jaw drooping, a corridor, Y prepare my Instru-|in finance, the young, wealthy, and debo- | the gauze cone. Hillis's head had been strange and ments. nair Hillis, indifferent to tie that | shaved Robert Fremont turned from the win- dow through which he had bee i into the sullen and heated afternoon, and went into the sterilizing-room. Courtney Hillis was the son of one of the richest men in the city, and the neph- ew of old Henry Laidlaw. Dr. Dwinelle had met him more than once at certain fashionable houses. This very afternoon the reckless unbridled ng millionaire, or Whom the laws a> tate or ay Were ut prin paragra that legal elo- quence and the coin of his sire could strike into meaningless and futile words, had driven his new motor at cyclonic through one of the quiet residen- tial streets not far from the hospital. A | the little girl who sought to cross the street had paused terrified in the very path of the careening car. She seemed spellbound by its furious onset, its glitter, and the hoarse trumpeting of its horn. She dart- ed forward as the motor swerved to pass her, then turned suddenly and ran back. Hillis, consused by her erratic movements, drove his h machine straight upon her, giving a last te turn to the steering-wheel. He felt the shock of her little body and the hideous rise of the left-hand wheels as they rushed over the prostrate girl. Ere he could slacken speed or bring the curving Juggernaut into its proper track again, the motor had swerved furiously into the curb, stormed Jeainet 2 tree, and flung him headlong. ambulance was summoned, and the unconscious Hillis and his little victim were both hurried to the Laidlaw Hos- Here Hillis lay—inert upon the cold, hard Opsralng table, his blue. eyes sl pa lossy air stain- Td fi his look the conscious soul still seemed to look forth, but the eyes beheld nothing, the lips were dumb, and the as fu to ep the spok- en message surgeon meant to con to the blank and unreceptive brain. Dr. in his white sur- I RAZINg | had bound the girl and his former classmate, besieged her with a steady, tumultu- ous address and the most flattering atten- tions. She who had been bred simply, half in comfort, half in periodical . ty, who had never hoped to a 1 r metropolitan world of wealth and rn expecta of what might fall to the future wife of a future country physician, suddenly felt herself distinguished and exalted the wild homage and royal tribute of the son of the millionaire. He was himself as one of the most princely heirs of the city, the much-admired, the much-desired, and constantly pursued. Craft, calcula- tion, and ambition awoke in Mary Traske. Under the onslaught of the fascinating oe i se. open. devotion aggressive, ant di or troth with the simple, grave, and studious Fremont, Mary felt the bonds between her and the book-pori practiceless physician begin to pall, then to gall, and finally to loosen. Hillis fi of - fered her marriage, her last feeble defenc- es fell. A golden, careless, and queenly existence was opened to her with one Ww nature was more akin to her own than that of the sruggling Fremont. Quite lightly she broke the strained, un- welcome word by which she had promis- ed to be the wife of her former playmate, and thenceforth wore right the million- her. She Save office, at uest of Hillis's mother went to them in their large and fashion- In a few weeks were to be mar- The black Shey , and the renowned ceeded swiftly with his delicate task. it grown dark, the skies were and a mutter ran She fine Darmony fn wn Lean, de- and blasted the h inna, once blossomed ! Ah, the fingers girl—almost a to one side, a braid of straw-colored hair whom he had chosen to on and give battleto his fate; it was she who had been rendered up as a bleeding sac- rifice to Hillis'’s lust Soul} Yet she breathed—the frail little still flut- tered in the flat and narrow chest. But the irremediable havoc t by the “Are you ill, Dr. Fremont?” He gave no answer and seemed not to hear. He dropped the crumpled net; he approached table, his knees, and threw his long arms t the little figure, kissed the colorless and into deep-drawn and terrible sobs. “Emily —my sweet little —my lit- tle sister,” keard him say in a voice that undid r Now and despair, the radiant. flower-like little Emily, shorn of her pre- cious limbs, dragging about a maimed and helpless trunk, doomed to a ghastly i Jace ute, vegetating like a plant, or tot- og She let the of itary family evil, a heart . Dwinelle spoke, laughing | weak, as well he knew who i We've another case there—Mrs. | heard cone. | and disturbed. To tering th years like an an- tomaton—she that had been the ight- ly, beautifu, winsome little Emily. If she survived the shock of this twofold ampu- tation she mi live; she might be doom- years to this intolera- ble and unjustifiable existence; she might live to curse his cruel and mistaken mer- cy, and seek for herself the oblivion de- nied her now. And, though he lived for her and fostered her like a flower until her death or his own, how could even his devotion make up to her this tragic and everlasting loss? She had already suffered enough, for ever since birth she had borne the hered- organically had studied this condition in her and had nursed her more than once. The issue was ten times you he is quite harmless. He was even more certain than in the case of Hillis. If ; t, for your sake, I use ether ! chlorofonm was used her end was as in- evitable as he plunged a lan- cet into her heart. In had his own I i 1 t she should be to tie ® nd misery mu a too her tender being. rgeon, touched with pity, looked upon him, waiting patiently for his is request. He i. hands £55 : :f H g 3 5 i; ns AR gi gal ing at his chair with a convul- sive ty he muttered these two : i “Use chloroform.” Then, while the assistant of the examin- 30 40 whap a lul Jer her to slot. e grew conscious of a presence him, felt a soft hand upon his sleeve, and some one weeping softly. The plump white hand of Miss Chalmers in its starched cuff Jay Spon his arm. He felt the pulse his sister flutter feebly and bagin to fall away. Dr. Dwin- | elle and the assistant also noticed some- thing irregular in the respiration of their subject. "Oxygen!" cried the chief surgeon,with | blanched face, looking ly at Fre- mont. “Quick! a tank of oxygen!” Miss Chalmers hurried out. Robert Fremont did not move, but kept his finger | upon the wrist of little Emily. The pulse i grew fainter and fainter, and by the time | the ig was brought it had ceased altogether. Ti.en, s nly, for him too . the outer world With some difficulty they withdrew his | hand from that of his sister. A moment | later he found himself at the win- | dow in the hall. Some one him by | either arm. As he slowly turned his weary and woful head from side to side, | he looked into the mild and compassion- ate face of Nurse Chalmers—into the: streaming and remorseful eyes of Mary Traske.—By Herman auer, in Har | per's Weekly. i Divas re the rates of the sea of sleep. t a pleasant voy- age through the t becomes a fearful | struggle against foes. Dreams | j are often symptoms of disease. When | the stomach and organs of digestion and | onan ine is ry broken | sleep well is a neces- | sity to health. Sleep is Nature's “sweet ' restorer,” and “knits up the raveled sleeve | of the results of the use | Pierce's cures ninety-eight per cent. of all those : who give it a fair and faithful trial. The Peanut’s Perfections. The man who buys five cents’ worth of peanuts off the Italian's portable stand | fertilizer. The vines | i w for forage. peanuts that are not sold on the | are up into butter and in- | is used in the manufac | confections of various kinds. But | the most y prized by- uct | peanut, which a 1 will ; about a galion. Visitor {concolingty to Tommy, ink on the new ut, my boy. there is no use over t milk. i not. Any duffer knows that. All you've got to do is call | in the cat and she'll lick it up. But this don't to be milk, an’ mamma will do the Tomi: ie 5 2 : 2 " 2 8 : ing the foul breath. It is a natural med- iciste, not forcing Nature but coaxing ——The Lawyer—Madam. | find that ' r husband's will leaves you nothing ! oe: the law compelled him to leave forgetful— The widow angry and Just wait till T see hin! , ruin the gown worn over them. ; often the reason of uncomfortable waist yin the room at & shop + purpose, with a capa hand . shape of corset to choose. | girdle corset with i : : 2 FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN DAILY THOUGHT. Our cares are all today; our joys are all today. And in one little word, our life, what is it but today? Tupper. The trying on ot corsets 1s important. The woman who goes into a shop and or- ders a pair by looking at them knows lit- tle of the art of dressing. ison a line with the one who orders the make that her friend wears because her friend's figure looks well in it. Now a corset that fits the figure is worth a hundred that looks pretty in the hand: and a friend's figure is not more like ours than her face is like our face. All people may be built on the same general structure, but a half-inch rise or fall in the torso makes a great dif- ference, and may require a different kind of corset. a ef ng about getting a usually does it on the old plea of having a figure that any corset will fit. This is never true. It might have been in other days, when there were few differences in corsets, and all of them followed It is better not to wait until one badly heeds a Sai: of corsets before them omen do not seem to that corsets that are stretched out of § 7 bands, of burst seams, of broken hooks. . | It is also wise to have two pairs of cor- sets at a time, so as to give each pair a . time to rest. The fitting should be done without ne or fitter on When the corsets are adjusted and laced and fastened to the stockings then the | wearer should sit and stand, reach up and Naik. in, ods er tn get at the defects. It is y importan corsets, for it is rare that the bones do not have to be cut from the hips, and this is the way to gauge their correct Jesgt), They are usually too long at the back. for only a woman who is very stout can stand the two long spiral bones that run down the modern corset. These are cut out for a small price, and not only does their shortening give greater com- fort, but it prevents their curving out from the hips which they will assuredly do when they are too long for the shape of the figure. If a woman's figure is so full that she needs to be bound in below the hips, she should use corsets with rubber exten- | sions, or even plain coutille. Either of these can be pulled in and thereis no ' dangerous pressure of jarge stcel bones against the soft flesh. If for no other reason in the world than the scare of can- : cer, which it is now staied can be caused by the w pressure of corsets, a wom- an should eliminate any chance of bruis- ing the flesh from the constant prodding of a long steel bone. There is no way to give advice on what requires its own treatment. flesh, and the the abdomen the immediate majority of graceful women All dismal ies ti Smee ny on way, a " among there are numbers of very blouses ft Blouses in white washing silk, designed the sim most severe tailor fashion, 0 Nitiueis ot doitie bux. pleats closely stitched, wi worn coats and skirts in cloth serge, and also which made in black and striped materials. blouses finished with black made ei in satin or in crepe de chine. Very useful blouses for morning wear, being made in Shantung silk, colors to match the gowns. E E | 858 w 3 ; sits is C i : gE Bs i 8 i il LH i g i : if i i | | gE 3 § 3 8 i ge iL Ht 1 §2ge”® hi Lt it E 2 8 8 i BE : i i 2 E R: i: |
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