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Get the Habit of
Drinking Hot Water
Before Breakfast
Saya we can't look or feel right
with the syctem full
of poisons.
Millions of folks bathe internally
now instead of loading their system
with drugs. "What's an inside bath?"
you say. Well, it is guaranteed to per
form miracles if you could believe
these hot water enthusiasts.
There are vast numbers of men and
women who, immediately upon arising
In the morning, drink a glass of real
hot water with a teaspoonful of lime
stone phosphate in it. This is a very
excellent health measure. It is intend
ed to Hush the stomach, liver, kidneys
and the thirty feet of intestines of the
previous day's waste, sour bile and in
digestible material left over in the
body which if not eliminated every day
become food for the millions of bac
i teria which infest the bowels, the
quick result is poisons and toxins
which are then absorbed into the
blood, causing headache, bilious at
tacks, foul breath, bad taste, colds,
stomach trouble, kidney misery, sleep
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ailments.
People who feel good one day and
badly the hext, but who simply can
not get feeling right, are urged to ob
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phosphate at the drug store. This
will cost very little but is sufficient to
make anyone a.real crank on the sub
ject of internal sanitation.
Just as soap and hot water act on
Ihe skin, cleansing, sweetening and
freshening, so limestone phosphate and
hot water act on the stomach, liver,
kidneys and bowels. It is vastly more
important to bathe on the inside than
on the outside, because the skin pores
do not absorb impurities into the
blood, while the bowel pores do.
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Thereby hangs a tale!
Coal is so scare that they
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in some quarters.
We placed an order for 30 •
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dinary times this order would
be filled in a jiffy.
Not so to-day.
For instance in 6 weeks'
time 2 of the 30 carloads ar
rived. There arc no cars to
haul it.
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You'd better get busy with
your coal order.
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(Continued)
Amid that storm of distress there
came the insistently recurring question
in Tavy'e mind; why. oh, why? How
could this disaster have fallen on
her! What had she done to deserve
it? Why could not Billy have escap
ed this terrible deed? She could
scarcely believe now that he had done
it. It' was all so unreal. It was not
like him! There must have been
some cause, or Billy would never have
done this of his own volition. No
sane human being could will himscif
to descend to this hideous fall from
his god-hoad. Perhaps lie had been
ill. That hiust be it! There could
be no other explanation, unless she
chose to think of Billy as one of de
liberately besotted tendencies, who i
preferred to sink himself in gluttony, j
That thought was absurd. Billy had
never voluntarily put himself in this
condition, and If it had come upon him
involuntarily, lie was more to be pitied
than blamed.
That was a startling thought! One
which dried her tears and stopped her
sobs. It Billy had been unfortunate,
if this aftliction had been brought up
on him against his will, he had need
ed her sympathy, her tomfort, even
her aid. And what.had she done! She
had let him go without a protest,
she, who had sworn herself to him,
as sincerely and as whole-heartedly
and as sacredly as she would upon the
day when they would kneel at the
altar and ask the blessing of God
upon their union! She had stood su
pinely, and allowed to be removed
from her finder the symbol by which j
sh*. had bound herself to him, in love,
and truth, and eternal fidelity! Inj
his hour of direst need, she lii.i been
traitorous to Billy; and now she I
heaped self-reproach after self-re
proach upon her own head. She did
not blame her mother. She was just
in this new agony. Her.mother's in
stinct of protection, that same instinct
which had shielded Tavy so tender!/,
and yet so vigorously, through all
these years, had led her to guard her
daughter promptly and decisively l'rom
this new menace; but her mother
had not known. She, like Tavy, lad
been stunned oy this unexpected ap
parition of poor Billy. The only guilty
one was Tavy! She had permitted
the ring to be taken from her linger.
She had allowed Billy, her Billy,
whom she loved with all her heart and
with all her life, to be sent away alone,
into the night -r- Where?
"Mother, I've been wrong! I want
Billy! We must find him!"
Jean Stuart looked at her daughter
pityingly. She had held her tongue
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through all this time, knowing, out of
the ashes of her own buried past, that
Tavy must light this first battle by
herself. Silently she had followed,
step by step, through all the mazes
of Tavy's reasoning and her emotion,
and she had been prepared, for the
heart of Tavy had been her heart,
for this conclusion.
"I hope you may never see him
again," she said. They had silently
been putting away their plteously
i wasted iineries, but now she drew
j Tavy into a chair and sat before her.
| "Tavy dear, the time has come when !
I I must myself deal you a blow which
J I had hoped always to spare you. If
; I did not know what I know, J would
j say, too, that we should iind Billy,
| and take care of him, and save him
: from ever again falling u victim to
that loathsome disease which gripped
him to-night; but no young man who
could, under any circumstances, arrive
at the state in which Billy presented
himself here, is worth the appalling
danger of saving. He is not worth
the absolute sacrifice of any beautiful
young girl's entire life."
Tavy half rose. She made a move
as if to speak, but her mother silenc
ed her with a gesture. Jean Stuart's
face had lost every trace of its health
ful hue, and there was a greenish cast
beneath its gray. Bitter lines, erased
by tifteen years of patient sweetness,
had sprung out of their old hiding
places around her nose and mouth,
and into her eyes had come that spir
itual deadness which follows the ruth
less mangling and crushing of the
soul. It was a face the commands
; of which were carried out by awe;
land Tavy sat back in her chair, with
i a vague horror of something worse
to come creeping into her mind.
"Tavy dear. I am going to destroy,
because I must, a pride which I have
fostered in you for iifteen years. I
am going to destroy the noblest ideal
of your life, up to this time. I am
going to strip the veil of hero wor-
I ship from the name you most revere.
' I am going to tell you the story of a
! drunkard. I do not know if he is
living or dead, but I loved him as
j you love Billy, and I shall still love
him when I die; and that drunkard
j was Harrison Stuart, your father!"
CHAPTER XVIII
Ucraltline, The Comforter
The round moon slipped down out
i of the sky and sank behind the Jersey
! hills, and with its disappearance
| came blackness, except for that faint,
vague trace of glow in the western
I horizon. Up from the sleeping city
! there came now the plodding and the
| rumble of the very earliest stirring of
1 drowsy life; huge, dim wagons drawn
I by stolid thick-necked, heavy-rumped,
! big-footed horses; a. lonely elevated
j train rattled and clattered in the dis
! tance with sharp clearness, and pre
sently another, the intervals between
| them growing less as the darkness
deepened. A far-off clock chimed the
j hour, a policeman's shrill whistle, the
! sound of running feet, silence again;
then long, slow, dragging minutes. In
i the east a faint radiance began to
appear, not a streak of light, but a
: lesser blackness, and with its coming,
| the bent figure in the window
j straightened and sighed. The standing
i figure, at the window in the other end
I of the lounging-room, moved.
"Hadn't you better go to bed, sir?"
' Burke extraordinary tall and spectre
j like in his heavy striped robe.
"No, I think not." John Doe, his
| voice quiet, full of patience. "The
| nights are still a little chilly. Burke."
"Yes, sir." The hint was enough,
j Burke touched a match to the paper
| and kindlings in the big fireplace, and,
|as the flames leaped up, the first
i light since midnight came into the big
! lounging-room. and revealed the old
, man as still dressed, from pumps to
j white tie, just as he had been when
jhe came in from the theater. It had
been a very dull show, and the fold
ing opera glasses still lay on the table.
They had not been used. Box A had
been empty!
Burke looked at his watch, then
he went into the pantry. Presently
he came back with a tray, and stop
ped at the mantel. He set up a glass
of the green liquid, and stood and
looked at it a moment, then he crossed
to John Doe with his tray.
"I thought you might like a cup of
hot coffee sir."
"Thank you." The old man drew
a tabourette beside him, but his eyes
were fixed on the glass of green liquid
on the mantel. Neither of them said
j anything more. Burke set the tray
: on the tabourette. and went back to
| his post at the window in the far end
iof the room, leaning, in tall ease,
j against the casing, and ' gazing som
berly down into the street, with its
j long perspective of lonely lights.
The dawn was advancing now; there
; was a dull red streak in the east, al
most sullen in its heaviness; there
| was a mist in the air. It would be a
■ gloomy day.' John Doe sipped at his
j coffee in silence.
j There was the click of a key in the
i latch. Burke straightened instantly
| and turned. John Doe set down his
I coffee. The door swung open, and
i Billy stood, for a moment, framed
| against the dim light of the hall. His
i liair was matted upon his forehead
j with the dampness of the night, his
i cravat was awry, his face was hag
: gard, but his eyes, though there was
I a hollowness about them, were clear
and steady, and his mouth was lirm.
He swayed as he stepped into the
room and closed the door behind him
but it was from weariness.
He walked across to the table, and,
as Burke strode forward to meet him'
he handed over his hat and gloves'
and let Burke divest him of his top
i coat.
"You haven't been sitting up all
j night, Hal?" His voice was husky, and
there was a deadness in it which fitted
j with the deadness of his eyes. He
I reached for a cigaret. The decanter
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that I forward some every month.
was in front of the matches, and he j
moved it to one side.
"Yes, I couldn't sleep. 1 turned out
the lights and went into the bedroom, |
but J came back." He had risen rom |
his chair, and stood gazing at Billy'
in wonder, a half light of Joyous hope ,
in his face. "Vou didn't go to the !
theater."
"No," and a spasm of pain crossed j
Billy's features, as the sudden real- I
ization smote him that he had fore-1
ed a night of misery on Hal, as well i
as on Hal's wife and daughter. He j
lit his cigarette arid glanced at
Burke. That handy man, broadly de- ]
lighted, took his glass of green liquid I
from the mantel, and left the room j
with a light footstep, every tousled !
red hair on his head alive with his I
gratification. Billy was sober; cold
sober!
Billy rose, and walked slowly over I
to the mantel and leaned upon It, !
staring down Into the lire, the old !
man studying him in anxious silence, j
"It's all off, Hal," he said, in the I
even, dead tone which had come out
of his night of miserable wandering. 1
His hand hung limply by his side, i
"I went up to the house to-night—
drunk!"
"Billy!"
The hand closed stiffly, and then it
opened again. He compressed his
lips and compelled himself to steadi
ness. There had been no reproach j
In the old man's voice. Billy had been j
prepared for reproach, prepared to i
accept it l'or his Just due; but lie
| had not been prepared for that tone j
I of pity.
"I went up there after nine o'clock,"
jho went numbly on. "I stood In the
j doorway, drunk. They were ail dress
;ed for the theater. Tavy's mother
gave me back the ring; then she
closed the door."
j "Jean! Jean!" The cry burst from
I the old man's lips as if he had been
I seared by sudden lire. Again Jean
had met her grizzly enemy face to
1 face, again she had been pursued and
[tortured by that ghastly demon which 1
i had wrecked and embittered her life!)
| His whole thought, in that llrst real
j ization of the picture, was for her. !
] Then for Tavy, Ills little Tavy, with
| the big glowing eyes and the glossy
j black curls. Even to her this hideous
monster must show its loathsome
face!
I "She was dressed in white, pure
| white," went on Billy, in that nion-
I otonously inflexible voice; "just soft
' and clinging white, with no adorn
: ment around her beautiful white neck:
i I had selected a string of pearls which
I had intended to give her for a wed
; ding present." Again he closed and
opened the hand which hung at his |
side. "Her black curls were caught'
In with .t band of lilies of the valley." I
"And Jean?" Even now Hal dwelt
with eager hunger on the visuallza- j
tion of her, on anything which would .
| bring a new picture of her to his!
! mind.
"All In black, Hal. She was very
I beautiful."
There was u long. lons silence ba
JANUARY 15, 1917.
j tween thorn, then, with u sigh, Billy
went into Ills own room.
There wore days liko this), days of
numb Buffering, in which neither
] man talked much; The blight which
: had fallen upon them all was too
big and too devastating for words to
; case. Billy rose early, and worked
I hard, and spent his nights at home
: with Hal and Tommy; silent evenings
i given over to fits of brooding and to
j stolid application. Hal was revising
! the proofs on the new book, and
Billy brought home, each night, some
! drawing on which he could toi! when
j the moment came In which he must
; not think. Tommy, voting them both
deadly bores, merely sat, the most of
I the time. Billy had made no attempt
Ito see Tavy, he had made no effort
at futile apology, he had written no
I despairing letters to be returned, and,
j day by duy, dull despondency settled
| upon htm, until the need of comfort,
more than Tommy could give became
desperately imperative. It was then
that he went to see Geraldine.
What a blessing it was to have a
i good. steadfast friend like Geraldine!
j She greeted Billy with all the old
'gaiety, and all the old, frank fond
. ness, and she listened In sympathetic
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' j patience to his tale of abject misery.
| When he had finished, she laughed;
' j and he had not seen in her eyes, nor
• did he see now the glitter of her sat
i isfaction and the dreaminess of her
i speculation. He could not divine how
< eagerly she had waited for this mo
j ment, longed for the opening. Sh®
! had known positively that it would
i come?
'j ( "It isn't a tragedy, Billy," she heart
; | ily assured him. "Tavy's too sweet
a girl to hold out against you for so
slight an offense."
"Slight!" Billy was horritled. "Why,
' 1 don't believe you realize yet, Ger
. aldine, what I did!"
"Why not? You did the same thing
here."
Billy knotted his brows. It wait
the samo, wasn't It? Exactly. Only
somehow It seemed vastly different.
Not being able to express the differ
ence, he gave it up.
"You don't know the circum
j stances." he soberly told her. "Thera
i are reasons why Mrs. Stuart will never
II forgive ire."
(To be continued)
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