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
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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
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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
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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.”
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, 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
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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
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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
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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
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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-
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her tender being.
rgeon, touched with pity, looked
upon him, waiting patiently for his
is request. He
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“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 |
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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 |
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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