BETWEEN FLOORS j By SOPHIA B. COHAN. ■■bbhbhmhmh (Copyright, U>lB, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) "And I don't think there is any vir tue in helping all these war funds with money given, to me by dad, so I'm going to work, and besides buying more War Savings stamps and contributing to the Red Cross, I'll be releasing some man for the service." Marcia Gray spoke earnestly, at the same time unfolding a small piece of paper, which she proudly displayed to Bob Eaton's as tonished eyes. "An elevator operator's license," he gasped, then smiled. "To think of a woman running an elevator, and of all women you!" And Bob, usually so sympathetic, could control his mirth no longer, and was now shaking with laughter. Marcla's eyes filled with tears. She had worked so hard to gain that pre cious bit of paper, and had been so in earnest, and here was Bob ridiculing her! Her chagrin gave way to anger. Folding the license with a snap she ran into the house with a curt, "Well, you'll see, Mr. Robert Eaton, and don't ever speak to me again," and shut the door in his face. The following day, as Bob stepped into the elevator in his office building, he was amazed to see Marcia at the wheel. Then, regaining his composure, he greeted her cheerfully. Marcia met his smile with a cold, unseeing glance as she closed the door and started the elevator. Bob had ample time until Marcia let him off at the eighth floor to change his mind about her capabil ity. He had to admit she was much more polite and eflicient than the boy whose place she had taken —and she looked sweeter than ever in her plain gray uniform! All that day Marcla's face, framed in the black curls which rebelliousiy refused to stay under her severely serviceable little cap, was hopelessly mixed with Bob's, letters and reports, and it was with difficulty that he restrained himself from running to the elevator. At last, at five o'clock, he saw her again, and again she ig nored him. So Bob rode up and down in the ele vator, hoping against hope that she wculd relent. Then, when a month had passed without any result he decided to walk, rather than see her so often and not be able to speak to her. Perhaps Marcia missed him, for many times as she saw him running swiftly up the stairs, she felt an im pulse to call to him. However, she still remembered how he had laughed at her, and restrained herself, happy that In spite of his unbelief, she was suc ceeding far better than she herself had dared hope. Then one day, at the end of two months of arduous stair climbing Bob was very late, and to save time, took the elevator. Besides, he was wearing a new, wonderful ollve-drab uniform, which he was very anxious for a cer tain little lady to see.- Bob was the only passenger in the elevator. Mar cla's heart leaped, but she said nothing. And then a curious thing happened. She stopped the elevator between the seventh and eighth floors, and, turning around, said warmly, "I congratulate you, Mr. Eaton." She turned swiftly back, the light in her eyes forbidding Bob to say anything. Marcia's heart sank —the brakes re fused to yield! Bob was at her side immediately. She silently'accepted his solicitous offer to help, and for fifteen minutes they worked together. Marcia sank to the floor when Bob finally told her it was no use for them to try, and that they would have to wait until they were pulled up. Half an hour later they were re leased from the elevator. Marcia's face shone radiantly through the oil from the brakes as she stepped out. And the radiance from her countenance was reflected in Bob's, for hadn't she promised to become Mrs. Eaton, and wait for him until he came back from "Over there?" And Bob, having a true diplomatic instinct, had agreed to let Marcia work for the time being. Eskimo Names. Eskimos are not able to trace their ancestors back for more than a genera tion or two because the Eskimo names do not run from generation to genera tion, and in every Eskimo family each person has a separate name. This is pointed out by Charles Menadalook, an Eskimo teacher, writing in a recent is sue of the Eskimo, the only publica tion issued for the benefit of his race. Short but Eventful Career. Timgad, or as it was known in Ro man history, Thawugas, was built in 100 A. D. by the order of Trajan. The city had an eventful history during its short career, repeatedly invaded, de stroyed and restored. Finally, af ter the Arabian invasion of 649 A. D. it was left to the mercy of the wind and desert Corks of Pine. Owing to the scarcity of true cork In Sweden, wooden corks are being used in that country, the substitutes being made from quick-growing pine. This wood has wide annual rings, and one of its characteristics is its tend ency to swell somewhat after it has been fashioned into stoppers. —Popular Mechanics Magazine. London's Only Street Archway. St. John's gateway, which spans the north end of St. John's lane. Smith field, is the only medieval archway re maining over a London street, and was built in 1504. ALWAYS HUNGRY AT NIGHT Kansas City Man Beginning to Fear He Is Afflicted With an Un patriotic Stomach. A Kansas City man who is trying to be very patriotic is beginning to won der if he is not cursed with a pro- German stomach. During the daytime, when he is up on his feet, he has no trouble observing the food regulations, ; but just as soon as he lies down at night to go to sleep, his stomach takes advantage of the fact that he is flat on his back and refuses to give way to Morpheas until he eats again. "Sometimes I manage to get to sleep without taking on an extra cargo of food," he says. "But when Ido I usu ally wake up in the middle of the night with a mad craving for food, and the only way I can get back to sleep is to get up, go out to the kitchen and cook myself some hot food." The man says he has tried his best to overcome this hunger habit, but is unable to do so. Several times a week lie will go to the kitchen in the middle of the night, put on a skillet and fry a piece of ham, or bacon and eggs, and, after eating a a ordinary size meal, will go back to bed and sleep. He says he has tried eating fruits and light food, hut his stomach \. ill have none of these and insists upon Meats. Often when he is standing <>\vr a skillet dressed only iu his pajamas in the dead of night he says he feels like a thief stealing food, while others who patriotically observe all of Mr. Hoover's regulations are asleep. "Maybe you have a tapeworm with Teutonic leanings," a friend suggested. "Maybe I have," the man replied, sadly, "but 1 think it is an inherited habit that is just getting a grip on me. I remember when my folks lived on a farm near Pomeroy. When I was just a kid my father used to have to get up in the night and eat as I do. But it is only recently that I have becom) addicted to the habit, and it is only since the food regulations became so strict that I have worried about it." "Maybe your wife's cooking is not as good as it used to be," was the next logical suggestion. "Don't you ever think it isn't, young man!" the glutton of the darkness re plied indignantly. "My wife, sir, is the best cook in Kansas City! You may ac cuse me of having German tapeworm or of having an unpatriotic stomach, but you must not reflect upon my wife's culinary art. Good evening, sir!" —Kansas City Star. Eels Are Eels. John Treadwell Nichols, assistant curator of the department of ichthy ology of the American Museum of Nat ural History, has done his bit for the food supply by an effort to lessen the prejudice against eels. The chapter of the cookbook devoted , to eels should begin: "First catch ' your eel; then forget how it looks." The trouble with eating eels Is at the start. After the first plate of eels the reluctant customer is ready for more. Mr. Nichols assures us that eels have, In fact, no relationship with snakes. They have developed their form and sinuosity by their habit of poking Into cracks and crannies of waterbeds. They are true fishes and should not be victims of the prejudice against snakes. The classic way to cook eels is to skin them, clean them, cut them into lengths and fry in butter. "Many per- ■ sons," says Mr. Nichols, "find them delicious." That's no lie. —Buffalo En quirer. Unfortunate Expression. Although our new war secretary. Lord Milner, cannot exactly be said to shine as a humorist, he can enjoy a good story against himself, as wit ness the following, which he is fond of relating. Some years ago, fresh from hl» South African triumphs, he addressed an audience of undergraduates at his old university. "We must remember not merely* the beauty of the individual colleges, but the beauty of Oxford as a whole. And what a whole it is." "Hear, hear!" yelled the varsity men. "Yes, what a hole!" they groaned. "What a beastly hole!" Then it dawned upon Lord Milner that this was a sentiment he would rather have expressed differently.— Pearson's Weekly. Poland's Long-Lost Crown. When the Prussians took possession of Cracow, in 1704, fhe Polish king dom ceased to exist. The king of Prussia coveted the traditional dia- j dem-.of Poland's kings for his own adornment. It had, however, disap peared mysteriously, and the Prussian king was balked of his wish. In Janu ary, 1914, seven months before the world war broke out, during a severe storm, lightning struck a stately elm close to the city and brought to light a secret treasure which had lain bur led at its roots for 123 years, the long lost crown of Poland. Scenery on the Way. Writing home from France a St. Louis soldier says: "The first days out I was seasick, later I was homesick, but before the end of the trip I was feeling fine. "There was a negro battalion in the fore part of the ship and a white one aft. I think I saw every kind of a fish 1 f>n the way across." Marseilles Peanut Center. Marseilles, fiance, is the great cen tral market for peanuts, more than 120,000 metric tons of peanuts In the shell and 240.000 tons of shelled nuts being there in a single year. =a The Motor Lady By ROSALIE FAVIER V* m (Copyright, 1918, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Thompson crawled from under the car, his face, hands and clothes streak ed with a combination of perspiration, tar, gravel and grease that bespoke d«,om for the light gray trousers, and a visit to the manicure for the hands. And worst of all, the automobile still refused to budge! "1 give up!" groaned Thompson. Sinking despondently on the grass. "The blame thing won't go, and that's aJ there is to it." "Never say die," cautioned a voice at bis elbow. "Faint heart never won over a stubborn motorcar." "My dear young lady" —Thompson hurriedly drew his grimy handkerchief over his face, and tried anxiously to find the part in his touseled hair — "iust at present I haven't any heart '.t all, after all I have been through." "What have you done?" "Well," he began, "I looked to see if i had any gasoline." "That was clever of you." smiled the girl. "So many men would knock <u> engine to pieces first, and discover an empty gasoline can later. Is there water in the radiator?" 'Yup!" 'Car well oiled?" "Certainly." "How are the spark plugs? A cracked one will cause no end of trou ble, you know." The man gulped. Evidently she did know a little about motors. "No," he sa'd, "the plugs are all right. Besides, if one of them was broken the engine would have given warning; it wouldn't lu»ve stopped dead." 'lt's your ignition!" Beth squinted her eyes, deep in thought. "There is a wire loose somewhere." "There is not!" Thompson cried em phatically. "I've followed every blame wire up, and they are all O. K." "Then I know just what the trouble is. Your timer Is dirty." "Just wipe it over and the car will run with ease," flaunted Beth, her eyes twinkling merrily. "And, so long." On the way to the village, for he started a few minutes later, Thompson speculated on who the "Motor Lady" might be, and why she had I-nrrled away so quickly. He was thinking of ner when he stored the car away In the hotel garage, and engaged his room for the night. He even sat on tne veranda to watch all the women that passed, hoping that she would r r-ss, too. When night came hope fled. He was in town for the one night only, to sell tires to the E. B. Sterns Garage com pany, and would leave for the next big town directly after breakfast He strode up and down the long cor ridor puffing thoughtfully at his cigar, waiting for the manager of the garage, who had arranged to meet him that ♦ vening. At eight o'clock on the min uet the call boy motioned to the rest less man. "E. B. Sterns is out on the veranda waiting for you, sir." Thompson threw away his cigar. His mind was wandering and he need ee to concentrate, for the Sterns peo ple were customers he wanted to se cure. He hurried out. A slender fig ure rose from a rocker to meet him. "Good morning, Mr. Thompson." "Yes," Thompson hesitated. "Sorry I can't stop, but I have a pressing en gagement just now." 'I know —with me," laughed the girl. "I am E. B. Sterns. You wish to in terest me In a certain make of tire. I have a full stock of shoes on hand just now, so you will have to do some talking to make me buy." Thompson thought of his afternoon's plight; he noticed the twinkle in Beth's eyes; he made up his mind to win or die! So he talked. Fabric, en durability, strength, flexibility, relia bility, mileage. Never before had any tire been so lauded to the skies. He talked till his throat was sore, and •ontlnued till his voice was husky and fu panted for breath; and he did not ?ease until she lifted her hand in pro test. Instead of saying, "I'll take a hundred on trial," she asked: "Mr. Thompson, what Is your salary?" Thompson was too surprised to say anything but the truth—"Thirty per." "I'll give you forty, if you care to »vork in my garage." "You mean that? Why, you don't know me from Adam." "I know that you are a good sales man, and also a gentleman. There's ncbody in town that can help me in '.he garage, and since my brothers went to war I can't handle the place a*one. I need help, and I have liked ycur manner towards me ever since we met. Will you accept?" It was some 12 months later when a large touring car came to a halt H.ong the roadside, and an athletic ycung man turned to the woman be side him. "Now what's the matter? Going to play tricks on us, just as we hre starting off on our honeymoon, is it? I call this tough luck." "So do I for your new suit. What do you think is wrong?" "I don't know. I paid special atten t.on to every blame part of the car tins morning. Honest I did, Beth," he exclaimed, as the girl laughed mer ri.y 'Except to the oil which you poured everywhere in your excitement. I -i mpose a man - liable to lose his n wet'. ':n ; day, Sweetheart." loaned over and kissed the v.-rinkled brow. "Cheer up, it's only that your timer dirty." LEARN FINE ART Oh RESTING Ability to Do and Work Depends on One's Knowing Just How to Spend Leisure Time. Rest is a blessing laid up Co? the tired only, not for the pleasure seeker. It is a relaxation from toil, not a new thrill for the bored. It is not a pickle following a feast of cake, nor is it within reach of the lazy. It is a gift for the sole use and behoot of him who has toiled. No one reaches the door leading to rest without first pass i ing through the workroom. Most tired folk have wasted much good strength, but this folly does not bar them from entering into the house of rest. If all lived wisely there would be need of few hospitals, and if only those who labored wisely rested there would be no rest for the race this side i of the cemetery. "Stonewall" Jackson, whose army corps was swift of foot, used to say: "I like to see my men lie flat on their backs. A man rests more that way." That is the primitive way of resting. Mother Earth has a broad lap and a restful way of holding her children. A wise physician, when sending a patient on his summer vacation re cently, said: "On your drive don't try to get anywhere. Any place is a good place to stop, if you stop before you • are tired. Don't try to cover any pre scribed distance in one day. Don't make or keep any engagements. Be criminally lazy. Avoid folks. Fish. When tired of fishing, lie down under a tree and look up. If you fall asleep, sleep. When you wake up, fish some more. Forget that you ever lived be | fore that one day." The ability of a man to fill his mind full of one day depends on his having trained himself to see things out of doors, to fill himself with the immedi ate pleasant present without having to draw on the unpleasant past. Happy is that man who can get 14 days of rest out of a two weeks' vacation. The ability to live well the remain der of the year may lie wholly in knowing how to occupy those two weeks, for if one learns on this sum mer outing that the art of resting in cludes the fine art of forgetting, he may practice the same art throughout the year at home in his little rest spells. What a man brings out of the rest room depends largely ou whether or not, when going in, he remembered to shut the door behind him. Why America Succeeds In China. "Chinese-Japanese friendship has long been on the lips of both Japanese and Chinese, but with little result," says the Tokyo Nichl-nichL "Equally true it is that a feeling of reliance on America is growing apace in China." The editor then explains the situation by mentioning the consideration shown to China by the government of the United States in renouncing the Boxer indemnity, in generous treatment giv en to Chinese students, and in Amer ican educational work carried On in China. The chief reason which is de laying the realization of Chinese-Jap anese cordiality, the editor thinks, is that the Chinese do not accurately un derstand how necessary is political and economic friendship for the good of the two countries. Japan needs raw materials and has money enough to pay for them, while China's resources are inexhaustible, but she has no mon ey to develop them. Then, too, the Russian menace is at China's front door. In conclusion, the editor of the Nichi-nichl urges a Chinese-Japanese chamber of commerce. Getting Ready to Work My son tells a story of when he was at Camp Logan. He is a nographer, and part of his duties were to carry daily reports from camp to brigade headquarters, and from his let ters at the time, was kept pretty busy. Along his route were civilian mechan« ics and laborers working, one of whom always seemed to be getting ready to work, usually measuring a piece ol pipe or looking at it. One day the soldier stopped and ( looked on. The workman noticed him, I and after laying the piece of pipe care fully on the edge of the ditch said. "Well, young feller, they keep you humpin', don't they? How do you like the army so far? You don't get much time to loaf, do you?" The soldier answered, "I like this army all right, but the next army 1 join I'll tell them I'm a plumber."— Chicago Tribune. Minor Consideration. "You are mispronouncing the names of places where these battles oc curred." "That's all right. If our boys had stopped to argue about the pronun ciation they might not have won the battles so quickly." Country Board. "I'm tired of canned beef," complain ed the summer boarder. "Some fish wouldn't go bad." "That's easily fixed," responded the genial farmer. "Ezry, open a can of sardines." The Difference. "That man is telling of the most wonderful exploits he accomplished wben he was on the firing line." "Was he ever overseas?" "Well, he might have been half seas over." Page Mr. Hoover. First Suburbanite—l understand he was arrested by the government. Second Suburbanite —Wba for? First Suburbanite —He ca-i !..< :*ead upon the waters r ■ was a wheatle.->s d;.v. « -■ A Slight Misunderstanding By MARIAN YOUNG « (Copyright, 191 S. by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) It is bad enough to have one's wrist broken, but when It is the means of almost ending one's romance it is truly a calamity. Of course it had to be the left wrist; fate never chooses the lesser of two evils. On Natalie Carfleld's left hand was a make-believe engagement ring »>r. to be more exact, the diamond was genuine and only the engagement was make-believe. Natalie wore the ring on her engagement linger out of pure love of mischief, and it was fun while It lasted. But the end was bound to come, and it brought misunderstand ing in its wake. Everybody in Nata lie's home town knew that the posi tion of the ring was only a girlish whim: hut when she went among strangers it was a different matter. It was while she was attending a house party at Westbanks. the home of her friend. Margery Locke, that the ring began to make trouble. One of the guests at the house party was Doctor Jack Channing. How he ever fell in love with Natalie without knowing she was engaged is hard to tell. !-'ate chose that day to decree that Natalie should break her left wrist; and as Doctor Channing was the only physician who could be summoned, he was obliged to set the broken member. He set his lips fiercely and tried to think she was :m ordinary patient, but Natalie's name rang in his ears. "Hurry up with it, Jack, please," Natalie said bravely. Jack's lips framed a reply, but it was never uttered. For an instant his hands slackened as he gazed at the dia mond which sparkled on Natalie's left hand. That was all. He finished his task deftly and swiftly. "That will not take long to mend," he said when he was done. "And now do you feel well enough to walk a few minutes with me?" lie spoke coldly and without expression: on his face scorn, anger and pnln were written to gether. "I'm as good as new now. Shall wo go down to the river?" "Anywhere." I They walked in silence for a few minutes. Then Jack turned and faced j her. "I did not know you were engaged. Miss Carfleld, until I saw your ring a short time ago. I hoped to win your love, but I did not know It was prom ised to another. Now I ask you, why you led me on? It was not fair to me, nor your fiance." Natalie laughed. She had feared that Jack was angry over something really serious. "Oh, Jack, It is so easy to explain. You see this ring really doesn't mean anything." She pulled it from her fin ger. "I'm not going to wear It any more. Truly, Jack, it means nothing." "Then you will not tell me why you led me on? Very well. I won't trouble you any longer." He walked quickly away from her, but she called him hack. "Can't you be reasonable, Jack? Why, the ring means so little to me that I'd just as soon throw It away. See?" Natalie tossed it In the grass. "Oh, Jack, you make me so angry! I know you don't believe what I say." She was almost crying, and she didn't want him to know It; so she ran toward the house. Jack picked up the ring she had thrown away and follow ed her more slowly. Natalie had gone In search of her friend and hostess, Margery Locke. "Oh. Margery!" she said when she found her; "I'm in an awful fix, and I want you to help me. Do you think Tm engaged?" "I've known all the time that you weren't, dear, but I wouldn't let on. You see, I am good at keeping secrets. Don't you remember last summer I went to see you and you weren't at home? It was just after your uncle sent you the ring, and your little brother Billy told me you wore It on your engagement finger for a joke. But you haven't told me about the fix you are in yet." "You dear old Margery! Will you tell Jack that you know positively that I'm not engaged? He thinks I've been playing with him. Will you, please?" begged Natalie. "Of course I will—right now, too." That evening, while Natalie was alone on the porch, she heard a famil iar step approaching, and Jack ap peared on the step below her. "I've come to ask you to forgive me, dear, for doubting your word and to accept this." He held out a diamond ring. Natalie shook her head. "I never want to see that ring again. I forgive you. .Tack. I ought not to have been so silly as to wear it on my left hand. I'm too old for such jokes." "Look at it a little closer before you refuse to accept it." "Why, it is set iJftrher than mine, and much prettier," Natalie exclaimed, and held out her hand to Jack. "Will you please put it on? I want it very much." "With all my heart. But what are you going to do witb the other? You can't throw it away. I brought it hack to you. Here it is," Jack said, presently, after a short Interval, dur ing which there was no talking. "I think the best way to dispose o£ it would be to sell It and give the money to charity. One diamond is enough for me," said Natalie haoDllx. r- 7 Youthful Newfyweda. "You can always tell the newly weds when they register," remarked a New York hotel clerk, after a young couple had signed up and were follow ing the bell hop. " because the male member o? the firm always write* 'and wife' after his name. Take the married man who has been through the mill, he never registers that way. It is always his wife's name first and his afterward. "Yes, we have been av eraging about 10 bridal couples every day for the past three months, and. do you know, what has struck m» is the very youthful appearance : them and the fact that they are UL.ersked. 1 had thought that the of marry ing had gone up. Outside of New York, this summer, at least, it seems to have gone down. The newly wed® that have been coming her* for their honeymoon for the last three months have seemed hardly more than boys and girls." Ceremonial Bat ; i. Considerable pomp ust J tc attend the entrance into the water of the Duchess de Berri, who, close on a hundred years ago, first nude sea bathing fashionable in France. When the duchess went bathing at Dieppe her arrival on the beach was hailed with a salvo of artillery. The holder of tho then newly created post of "in specteur des bains" had to be there to receive her, attired in a resplendent! uniform, cocked hat and white gloves. This functionary led her royal high ness into the sea until the water reached her knees, when he retired with three profound reverences. The duchess, who was an expert swim mer, then proceeded to enjoy her self. Good Listener. A lad who lives in a remote country town accompanied his father to church iu the village one Sunday and while there he saw a highly colored picture illustrating the topic for the day, and representing young Samuel talking with the Lord, and holding his ear to the telephone. Like all children who live in remote districts, the "talking machine" is a very in teresting article and the lad was much impressed with the lesson. The fol lowing Sunday he was taken to a church many miles distant from his j home and by a strange coincident, the picture hung in a conscpicuous place on the wall. With a look of intense surprise the boy cried out: "Oh, papa, there's Sam, listening yet!" Handel Died a Rich Man. Handel, for whom the kaiser has been expressing his admiration, made more money from his works than any composer before his time. For a "Te Deum" and a "Jubilate," written to celebrate the Treaty of Utrecht, he was awarded a pension of £2OO a year. This was doubled by George I. soon after his accession, and conflrm i ed by George 11., so that Handel drew the pension until his death, in 1759 Altogether for these two composition® Handel received £lB,BOO. Although he lost thousands of pounds running opera at Covent Garden, Handel died worth £20,000 —a sum, allowing for the difference in the value of money, equal to £60,000 nowadays. Why He Hurried Away. A supposedly confirmed old bachelor had lately fallen deeply in love and might be seen almost any day pass ing and repassing the house of hi® lady love. One day he picked up a small thimble, which had suddenly rolled down the steps. He stood a while meditating on the beauty of Its owner and looking at the thimble lov-i Jngly. Then he pressed it to his lip®, saying: "Oh, that it were the fair cheek of the wearer!" As he finished he looked upward, hoping for a glimpse of her, but instead, from the second story window a big negro woman looked out. "Boss," she said, "plea®© to toBB up dat flmble of mine. I wants to go on sewing." Pop Corn TW® W®y. The days of long evenings are com ing when corn popped over the em bers of an open fire will be a tempt -1 ing dainty. All well and good for those fortunate mortals among us who possess wide chimneys and hearths where we can burn a fire to embers. ' For the others of us, there is a con venient electric corn popper. It is in the form of a dome-like wire frame that fits on a plate heated with elec-; tricity. The corn is put in the pop-j per, on the plate, and as this heats j the corn bobs cheerfully up against j the wire frame, and then drops down 1 again in appetizing morsels of fluffy whiteness. What Women Are Doing. Woman evidently does not think that her place is only the home. Sta tistics recently compiled show that there are 239,077 women stenogra phers, 327,635 teachers and profes sors; 481.159 women in various trades; 770.%' women engaged in ag ricultural pursuits; 7,355 women phy-1 sfclans and surgeons; 7,395 women ' clergy "men;" 2,193 women journal ists; 1,037 women architects, design ers and draftsmen; 1,010 women law yers; 429,497 women in varioue pro fessions. Giving It Away. Being called to his feet unexpected ly at the gathering and asked to re spond informally to the toast "The Ladies," Mr. Gilfers hemmed and hawed and began: "My friends, all that I am, all that I have in the world, I owe to a woman —my wife." Here he was interrupted by that lady herself, who arose and said: "I told you, when you put the property in my name, you'd give it away first time you opened your mouth."
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