ne Bellefonte, Pa., October 22, 1915. THE PERFECT CURE. | By Donald Blair. Mrs. Sargent patted the silk cov- erlet in a helpless sort of way and followed the physician into the hall, where she faced him with sorrowful eyes. “Can’t you do anything for the girl, «octor?” she whispered. He shock his head. “Not withcut her help, Mrs. Sar- gent,” he said gravely. “If she had the slightest desire to get better—" he paused tentatively. “That wretched affair with Ralph Dearing—I can speak freely to you, Doctor Lane, because you know all about it! Of course, no one outside of the family knew that they were engaged, and Elsie was saved that humiliation, but the shock of his jilt- ing her and the sudden announce- ment cf his marriage to Barbara Kent were too much for the child's sensi- tive soul. Who can blame her if she has no desire to live?” “Pooh — fiddlesticks!” sniffed the bluff doctor, patting Mrs. Sargent cn a plump shoulder. “Elsie is young and this is her first love affair — it must not be her last; it is our duty to sec to that—yes, yours and mine! Before she grieves herself cut of the world, you and I, Mrs. Sargent, must endeavor to create a new interest for her—scmething to make her want to live forever.” “What can we do?’ asked Rlsie’s mcther. “I have an idea which I will ex- plain later, and now, good afternoon —and don’t worry!” Early the next mcrning Mrs. Sar- gent came into Elsie’s sickrocm with a troubled face. “Dearie, you are to have a new doc- tor today,” she announced when the nurse had left the room. “Doctor Lane has been called to New Ycrk and young Doctor Phelps is taking care of his practice. I hope you don’t mind.” | Elsie shook her golden head. She didn’t mind anything any more — not since that awful day when Ralph had | called her on the telephcne and nerv- ! ously anncunced that he Lad just mar- | ried Barbara Kent; that she must not | mind; he wasn’t werth bothering about, anyway. In view of his be havicer this last remark was entirely | superfluous, but Elsie ¢id mind. She had just swocned away in the library, ; and for weeks the doctcr and her de- | voted family had tried to keep her from drifting away into eternity. “It doesn’t matter, mother,” she ‘whispered, and turned her face to the wall. At two o'clock that afternoon Doc: ‘tor Phelps made his first call at the Sargent’s pretty home. He sat down at the bedside, scanned the nurse's repert and nodded ap- proval. Then he lifted Elsie’s white little hand and laid kis strong, warm fingers cn the feetle pulse. Mean- while he regarded the pale face on ‘the pillow with a queer expression in his cccl, gray eyes. The nurse had taken care that Elsie ‘skould, lock charming. Miss Whelan ‘was middle-aged and still romantic, ‘which might have explained why she had put her patient into her frilliest dressing saccue and her daintiest lace cap. The blue ribbcns were no bluer than Elsie’s pathetic eyes. The doc- tor realized that when the dark lashes lifted and disclcsed them. “Feeling better, eh?” breezed Dce- tor Phelps. ; Elsie’s eyes widened ever so slight- ly. She shook her head. “I feel about as usual,” she murmured. She didn’t close her eyes again Le- cause she was interested in the vision of a tall, broad-should:red young man, black haired and gray eyed, with sun- tanned face and hands, who was wear- ing white flannels. A tennis racquet was tossed on a chair beside his whitc felt hat. A “You don’t look a bit like a dce- “tor!” she said, to her own amaze- | “ment. ! “You don’t lock a bit like a sick “girl,” reterted Doctor Phelps, cheer- fully. : Elsie was interested. “But I am ill,” she protested. a1. am very, very ill—and ycu cught to | #know it, Zoctor Phelps,” with growing _petulence. “That’s the trcuble—I don’t sce | much the matter with you, save that “you're too tired to sit up and eat a ‘lot of nourishing things—ard to go «down to the club and hcld your repu- “taticn in the singles—" Elsie sat up in bed, a rose pink waving in her cheeks. “Tennis sin- gles?” she repeated. “Who is en- tered for the match? Not Myra Hat- field?” ‘The doctor nodded. “Miss Hatfield ‘has strong hopes of taking the cup frcm you. I'm downright sorry, too, Miss Sargent, for tkey tell me you play a ccrking game. I'll have to test that heart action.” After he had applied the stetho- scope he replaced it in its case and looked very cheerful. “Heart's all right, Miss Sargent. Don’t worry. Miss Hatfield may not carry off the cup after all.” “She wouldn't have a ghest of a chance if 1 could only get out,” was Elsie’s confident answer. “When dees the match come off, Doctor Phelps? I've lost all track of time.” “Not for eight weeks.” “I wonder—do you think if I am very, very careful that I might be well enough to play?’ she asked wist fully. “Do you want to?” | “Do I?” She smiled adorably. “Then you can—that's all there is to it. ‘You can do anything you like if you only want to hatd enough. Think that over, Miss Sargent.” He held her hand in his warm clasp for a moment, smiled down into her eyes, picked up his hat and racquet and disappeared with the nurse into the hall. Elsie gazed after him, conscious of an acute pang of jealousy that Myra Hatfield could play tennis with Doctor Phelps while she, the woman cham- pion of her club, had to lie in bed. A sudden terror smote her that she might die after all. She had so ear- nestly prayed for death in these first horrible days. “Oh, I don’t want to die!” she cried suddenly. And Miss Whelan ran back tc hcld her hands and assure her that the doctor had promised Mrs. Sargent that Elsie would be running around the garden in a fortnight. “And you know doctors don’t make rash promises, Miss Elsie,” admon- ished Miss Whelan kindly. “l am so glad,” said Elsie quietly. Then, “What is that?” she asked as the purring of a motor fell on the summer air. “That's the doctor's car. He's go- ing down to the club now,” said the nurse as she lifted Elsie to a sitting posture so that she cculd see the vista of straight road that ran past the house. “You can just see it skim- ming along now.” Elsie looked eagerly at the small, shining car, was amazed at her sense | of relief that the doctor was riding | alone, and actually blushed because | her heart beat faster at the thought | of his coming visit the next day. When | the little car had disappeared Elsie | laid her head on her ruffled pillow and went to sleep with a smile touching her pink lips. The acute Miss Whe- land winked at her own reflection in the mirror. Mrs. Sargent came in and kissed her child's peaceful face and cried a little on the nurse’s broad shoulder. Then she sat dewn at the bedside | while Miss Whelan went out and sent this telegram to Doctor Lane, in New York city: | “Werking finely. Dor’t come home yet!” The next day Elsie was sitting in the window when the doctor arrived. ! They talked tennis for half an hour and Elsie declared that she felt worlds better and wanted to talk longer, but the docter was as wise as he was en- thusiastic, and, again sporting his ten- | nis flannels, he went on to the club. Inside cf a week Elsie Sargent waw | downstairs and within the promised | | fortnight she was rather slowly try- | ing out a new racquet in the tennis court in the Sargent grounds. It was a whole month before Decctor Phelps wculd permit her to ride down to the clubhouse with him in the shining lit- tle car, and he felt quite as triumphant as Elsie at the tennis match when Miss Sargent still held ker place as champion. Mrs. Sargent wept a few tears when she tried to thank Doctor Lane for her child’s life. “Tut—tut—thank Phelps, if he will let you,” he interrupted. “I had hopes, for he is the best fellow in the werld, ’ 3 EA that but I hadn't the slightest icca > : without his presence being detected. everything would come out so well and that—well, Flora Sargent,” said the doctor, with a sudden tenderness in his tcnes as he laid his hands on the little widow’s shoulders, “if you | are truly grateful, prcmise me one thing.” “Anything you like, Dick.” “Then, if Elsie marries Bert Phelps will you marry me?” “Yes—she won't need me then.” “Very well, Flcra; ccnsider your- self as good as engaged to me!” he said, putting his arm around her. “Look!” Through the window they saw Elsie and the young doctor walking in the | garden below. Suddenly they paused and Elsie lccked up into Phelps’ com- pelling eyes. “See?” asked Doctor Lane tenderly. “Yes,” said Mrs. Sargent contented- fy. “The cure is perfect.” (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- rer Syndicate.) STREETS THAT ARE CANYONS ' Some Thorcughfares of Manhattan Are the Most Highly Congested in the World. Many of the highly congested streets of lcwer Manhattan mean- while have a beauty, or at least an impressiveness, peculiarly their own. It is cnly when cne of these canyons is isolated from its surroundings by a photograph that the effect of mass may be fully appreciated. An effect of startling novelty may be had by standing in the riddle of one of these streets and lcoking directly upward. The perspective from this point of view still further exaggerates their height or rather depth. .In the Middle Ages it was common to build houses with each floor pro- jecting cut beycnd the line or the floor below until the cornices of the roofs on either side of the street all but touched. The effect of looking skyward from the middle of a modern New York street is much the same. . The sun never penetrates to the pavement at the fcot of some of these canyons, which are, therefore in per- petual half shadew, like the bottom of a deep well. The population hcused in these buildings is doubtless greater in proportion to the street width than in any other city in the world. It has been estimated that if all the occu- pants of these office buildings were to leave at the same time they would have to stand ten deep in the street in places. VARIES WITH THE SEASONS | RAY-G-LIGHT OIL. uF Foliage Colored by Nature to Corre- spond With the Changes That the Months Bring. The foliage of summer is generally mature, green, sober. There is a cer- tain warmth and gayety about the leaf- progress of June and early July, and a vast variety in shades, as well, so that any body of trees and shrubs of varying kinds will display anything from the youngest light yellow leaves of the Norway maples to the deep, even green of the horse-chestnuts. To- ward the first of August. the leaves are quite or nearly fullgrown, and they have settled down to their real work of elaborating food for the trees that bear them. My water-color friend, Little, has discovered in this color maturity an- other confirmation of his theory that there is a sort of color compensation, a chromatic balance, of the seasons. In spring, the air and the ground are cool, though slowly absorbing heat, and the leaves and flowers are warm in hue—there are the really hot col- ors of the tulips, the yellows of some tree blossoms, and so on. As the season warms, the foliage and flower hues become in general cooler, until in summer we have the deep green of mature leaves, the deep blue of the white-dotted sky, and t.z blues and whites of the garden. When cooler : nights begin to come, the summer foliage is likely to assume hints of brown, the corn takes on the colors of maturity, and we have the decided- ly warm-hued chrysanthemums, pur- ple asters, and the like, to compen- sate. The sharp weather of winter demands all possible heat from na- ture’s color scheme, and we have it in the browned leaf, following the brilliant and not cool hues of autumn, in the cornshock and the bare tree stem, and even in the shadows on the snow.—Countryside Magazine. TO MAKE AIRSHIP INVISIBLE Inventors at Work on Project That Would Seem to Present Some Difficulties. The newest idea in the construction of aeroplanes, especially for use in war time, is to render them as nearly transparent as possible. To this end studies are now being made of cel- luloids and other materials which might possibly be utilized as wings, and which would te sufficiently trans- parent to make them less conspicuous . in the sky than are materials now in use. While the primary object in making aeroplanes transparent is to prevent ' them from being seen by the enemy, . it would have an added advantage in permitting the aviator to see in all directions, and thus render his air scout work more efficient. Several : machines have been put into operation ' within the last three months which | are equipped with transparent wings of uninflammab’e celluloid and are al- most invisible when a few hundred . feet in the air. A new muffling box has also been devised which serves to still further | deaden the sound and thus enables the operator to get close to the enemy The substitution of the specially pre- pared celluloid for the canvas is ex- pected to mark a distinct advance in aeroplane manufacture, although it is as yet too recent a development to have established its reliability. Matter for Hope. On a hot afternoon a San Francisco attorney made a hurried effort to get a car. The day and the effort had made him uncomfertably warm, and he missed his object, but not © minis- ter whom he knew. ‘This .s hotter than hades,” said the lawyer, thought. lessly, mopping his brow. The minis- ter looked directly into his eyes, and replied earnestly: “I hope so.” : Medical. PENNSYLVANIA FOLKS Is Your Stomach Wrong? Sooner or later you will be wrong in every organ of your body. It is a well known facet that over ninety-five per cent. of all sickness is caused by ailments of the digestive organs. 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