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THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURO. PA.
I. I
The Hollow
of Her Hand
Georsfe Barr McOntnhftnn
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CHAPTER
March Comet In Like the Lion.
The train, which had roared through
a withering gale of sleet all the way
op from New York, came to a stand
still, with many an ear-splitting sigh,
alongside the little station, and a re
luctant porter opened his vestibule
floor to doscend"to the snow-swept plat
form: a solitary passenger had
reached the Journey's end. The swirl
of snow and sleet screaming out of the
blackness at the end of the station
building enveloped the porter In an
loetant, and cut his ears and neck with
stinging force as he turned his back
against the gale. A pair of lonely,
half-obscured platform lights gleamed
fatuously at the top of tbelr Icy posts
at each end of the station; two or
three frost-lncrusted windows glowed
dully In tho sldo of the building, while
one shone brightly where the oporator
at waiting for the passing of No. 33.
An order had been Issued for the
topping of the fast express at 13 ,
a noteworthy concession In these days
of premeditated haste. Not In the pre
vious career of Dying 33 had It even so
much as slowed down for the ineig
nlflcant little station, through which
It swooped at midnight the whole year
round. Just before pulling out of New
York on this eventful night the con
ductor received a command to stop
83 at B and let down a single pas
senger, a circumstance which meant
trouble for every dispatcher along the
line.
The woman who got down at I)
In the wake of the shivering but defer
ential porter, and who passed by the
conductors without lifting her face,
wm without hand luggage of any de
scription. She was heavily veiled, and
warmly clad In furs. At eleven o'clock
that night she had entered the com
partment In New York. Throughout
the thirty miles or more she had sat
lone and Inert beside the snow-
clogged window, peering through veil
aud frost Into the night that whizzed
past the pane, seeing nothing yet ap
parently Intent on all that stretched
beyond. As still, as Immobile as
death Itself she had held horself from
the moment of departure to the Instant
that brought the porter with the word
that they were whistling for B
Without a word she arose and fol
lowed him to the vestibule, where she
watched him bb ho unfastened the
outer door and lifted the trap. A
single word escaped her lips and he
held out his hand to receive the crum
pled bill r.he clutched in her gloved
Angers. He did not look at It. lie
knew that It Mould amply reward him
for the brief exposure he endured on
the lonely, wind-swept platform of a
station, the name of which he did uot
know.
She took several uncertain steps In
the direction of the station windows
nd stopped, as If bewildered. Already
tho engine was pounding tho air with
quick, vicious snorts In the effort to
got under way; the vestibule trap and
door closed with a bang; the wheels
were creaking. A bitter wind smote
her In the face; the wet, hurtling sleet
crashed against the thin veil, blinding
her.
The door of the waiting room across
the platform opened and a man rushed
toward her.
"Mrs. Wrandall?" he called above
the roar of the wind.
She advanced quickly.
"Yes."
"What a night!" be said, as much to
himself as to her. "I'm sorry you
would Insist on coming tonight. To
morrow morning would have satisfied
till"
"Is this Mr. Drake?"
They were being blown through the
door Into the watting room as Blie put
the question. Her voice was muffled.
The man In the great fur coat put his
weight against the door to close It.
"Yes, Mrs. Wrandall. I have done
all that could be done under the cir
cumstances. I am sorry to tell you
pi
A Man Rushed Toward Her.
that we still have two miles to go by
motor before we reach the Inn. My
car Is open I don't possess a limou
sine but if you will lie down In the
tonneau you will find some protection
from"
She broke In sharply, Impatiently.
"Pray do not consider me, Mr. Drake.
I am not afraid of the blizzard."
"Then we'd better be off," said he,
note of anxiety In his voice a cer
tain touch of nervousness. "I drive
my own car. The road is good, but I
hall drive cautiously. Ten minutes,
perhaps. I I am sorry you thought
best to brave this wretched"
"I am not sorry for myself, Mr.
Drake, but for you. You have been
most kind. I did not expect you to
meet me." .
"I took the liberty of telephoning to
you. It was well that I did it early
In the evening. The wires are down
now, I fear." He hesitated for a mo
punt, staring at her as If trying to
penetrate the thick, wet veil. "I may
have brought you on a fool's errand.
You seo, I I have seen Mr. Wrandall
but once, In town somewhere-, and 1
may bo wrong. Still, the coroner and
the sheriff seemed to think you
should be notified I might say ques
tioned. That Is why I called you up.
I trust, niudam, that I am mistaken."
"Yes," she said shrilly, betraying the
Intensity of her emotion. It was as
if she lucked tho ower to uttor more
than a single word, which signified
neither acquiescence nor approval.
He was 111 at ease, distressed. "I
have engaged a room for you at the
Inn, Mrs. Wrandall. You did not bring
a maid, I see. My wife will come
over from our place to stay with you
If you"
She shook her head. "Thank you,
Mr. Drake. It will not be necessary.
I came alone by choice. I shall re
turn to New York tonight."
But you why, you can't do that,"
be cried, holding back as they started
toward the door. "No trains stop here
after ten o'clock. Tho locals begin
running at seven In the morning. Be
sides "
She interrupted him. "May we not
start now, Mr. Drake? I am well,
you must see that I am suffering. I
must see, I must know. The sus
pense" She did not complete the
sentence, but hurried past him to the
door, throwing It open and bending
her body to the gust that burst In upon
thorn.
He sprang after her, grasping her
arm to lead her across the icy plat
form to the automobile that stood in
the lee of the building.
DlBdalnlng his command to enter
the tonneau, she stood beside the car
and waited uutll he cranked It and
took his place at the wheel. Then she
took her seat besldo him and permit
ted him to turk the great buffalo robe
about her. No word was epoken. Tho
man was a stranger to her. She for
got his presence In the car.
Into the thick of the storm the mo
tor chugged. Grim and silent, the
man at the wheel, ungoggled and
tense, sent the whirring thing swiftly
over the trackless village, street aud
out upon the open country road. The
woman closed her eyes and waited.
You would know the month was
March. He said: "It comes In like
a lion," but apparently the storm swal
lowed the words for she made no re
sponse to them.
They crossed the valley and crept
up the tree-covered bill, where the
force of the gale was broken. If ehe
heard him say: "Fierce, wasn't it?"
she gave no sign, but sat hunched for
ward, peering ahead through the snow
at the blurred lights that seemed so
fur away and yet were close at hand.
Is thut the Inn?" she asked as he
swerved from the road a fow moments
later.
"Yes, Mrs. Wrandall. We're here."
"Ia Is he In there?"
"Where you see that lighted window
upstairs." He tooted the horn vig
orously as he drew up to the long, low
porch. Two men dashed out from the
doorway and clumsily assisted her
from the car.
"Go right In, Mrs. Wrandall," said
Drake. "I will Join you In a Jiffy."
She walked between the two men
Into the feebly lighted office of the
inn. The keeper of the place, a dreary
looking person with dread In his eyes,
hurried forward. She stopped, stock
still. Some ouo was brushing the
stubborn, thickly caked snow from her
long chinchilla coat
You muBt let me get you some
thing hot to drink, madam," the land
lord was saying dolorously.
She struggled with her veil, finally
tearing it away from her face. Then
she took In the rather bare, cheerless
room with a slow, puzzled sweep of
her eyes.
No. thank you." she replied.
It won't be any trouble, madam,"
urged the other. "It's right here. The
Bheriff says it's all right to Berve it.
although It is after hours. I run
respectable, law-abiding house. I
wouldn't think of offering it to any
one If it was in vlolutlon "
"Never mind, Burton," Interposed
big man, approaching. "Let the lady
choose for herself. If she wants It,
she'll say so. I am the sheriff, madam.
This gentleman is the coroner, Dr.
Sheef. We waited up for you after
Mr. Drake said you'd got the rast train
to stop for you. Tomorrow morning
would have done quite as well. I'm
sorry you came tonight in all this
blizzard."
He was staring as If fascinated at
tho white, colorless face of the woman
who with nervous Angers unfastened
the heavy coat that enveloped her
slender figure. She was young and
strikingly beautiful, despite the In
tense pallor that overspread her face.
Her dark, questioning, dreading eyes
looked up Into his with an expression
he was never to forget It combined
dread, horror, doubt and a smoldering
anger that seemed to overcast all
other emotions that lay revealed to
him.
"This Is a what is commonly called
a 'road house'?" she asked dully, her
eyes narrowing suddenly as If in pain.
"It Is an inn during the winter. Mrs.
Wrandall, and a road house In the
summer, If that makes it plain to you.
I will say, however, that Burton has
always kept well within the law.
This is the first er real bit of
trouble he's had, and I won't say it's
his fault. Keep quiet, Burton. No one
Is accusing you of anything wrong.
Don't whine about it"
"But my place Is ruined," groaned
the doleful one. "It's got a black eye
now. Not that I blame you, madam,
but you can see how "
He quailed before the steady look
In her eyes, and turned away mum
bling. "There Is a fire In the reception
room, madam," said the coroner; "and
the proprietor's wife to look out for
you If you should require anything.
Will you go in there and compose
yourself before going upstairs? Or,
If you would prefer waiting until
morning, I ehall not Insist on the
er ordeal tonight"
"I prefer going up there tonight,"
said she steadily.
The men looked it each other, and
the sheriff spoke. "Mr. Drake is quite
confident the the man Is your hus
band. It's an ugly affair, Mrs. Wran
dall. We had no means of identifying
him until Drake came in this evening,
out of curiosity you might say. For
your sake, I hope he Is mistaken."
"Would you mind telling me some
thing about it before I go upstairs? I
am qulto calm. I am prepared for any
thing. You need not hesitate."
"As you wUh, madam. You will go
Into tho reception room, If you please.
Burton, Is Mrs. Wrandall's room quite
ready for her?"
"I shall not stay here tonight," in
terposed Mrs. Wrandall. "You need
not keep the room for me."
"L'ut, my doar Mrs. Wrandall"
"I t-hall wait In the railway station
until morning if necessary. But not
here." (
The co.-oner led the way to the cosy
llltlo room uff the offlce. She followed
with tho she.ifr. The men looked worn
and haggard In the bright light that
met them, as if tbey bad not known
sleep or rest for many hours.
"The assistant district attorney was
here until eleven, but went home to
get a little rest It's been a bard case
for all of us nasty one," explained
the Bheriff, as he placed a chair In
front of the fire for her. She sank into
it limply.
"Go on. please," she murmured, and
shook her head at the nervous little
woman who bustled up and inquired if
she could do anything to make her
more comfortable.
Tho sheriff cleared his throat "Well,
It happened lust nlgbt. All day long
we've been trying to find out who he
Is, and tver since eight o'clock this
morning we've been searching for the
woman who came here with him. She
She Sank Into It Limply.
bus disappeared as completely as If
swallowed by the earth. Not a sign
of a clow not a shred. There's noth
ing to show when she left the Inn or
by what means. All we know Is that
tho door to that room up there was
tandlng half open when Burton
passed by It at seven, o'clock this
morning that Is to ' say, yesterday
morning, for this Is now Wednesday.
It Is quite clear, from this, that she
neglected to close the door tightly
when she came out, probably through
haste or fear, and the draft in the hall
blew it wider open during the night.
Burton says the Inn. was closed for
the night at half-past ten. He went
to bed. She must have slipped out
after everyone was sound asleep.
There were no other guests on that
floor. Burton and his wife sleep on
this floor, and the servants are at the
top of the house and In a wing. No
one heard a sound. We have not the
remotest Idea when the thing hap
pened, or when she left the place. Dr.
Sheef says the man had been dead six
or eight hours when be first saw him,
and that was very soon after Burton's
discovery. Burton, on finding the door
open, naturally suspected that bis
guests had skipped out during the
night to avoid paying the bill, and lost
no time In entering the room.
He found the man lying on the bed,
sprawled out, face upward and as
dead as a mack I should say, quite
dead. He was partly dressed. His
coat and vest hung over the back of
chair. A small service carving
knife, belonging to the inn, had been
driven squarely into bis heart and was
found sticking there. Burton says
hat the man, on their arrival at the
nn, about nine o'clock at night, or
dered supper sent up to the room.
The tray of dishes, with most of the
food untouched, and an empty cham
pagne bottle, was found on the service
table near the bed. One of the chairs
was overturned. The servant who took
the meal to the room says tbat the
woman was sitting at the window
with her wraps on, motor veil and all,
Juet as she was when she came into
tho place. The man gave all the direc
tions, the woman apparently paying
no attention to what was going on.
The waitress left the room without
seeing her face. Sho had instructions
not to come for the tray until morning.
That was the last time the man
was seen alive. No one has seen the
woman clnce the door closed after
the servant, who distinctly remembers
hearing the key turn in. the lock as
she went down the hall. It seems
pretty clear that the man ate and
drank but not the woman. Her food
remained untouched on the plate and
her glass was full. 'Gad, It must have
been a merry feast! I beg your par
don, Mrs. Wrandall!"
"Uo on, pleaBo," said she levelly.
"That's ull there Is to say so far aa
the actual crime Is concernod. There
were signs of a struggle but It Isn't
necessary to go Into that Now, as to
tneir arrival at the Inn. The blizzard
had not set In. Last night was dark,
of course, as there is no moon, but it
was clear and rather warm for the
time of yoar. The couple came here
about nine o'clock In a high power run
about machine, which the man drove.
They had no band baggago and appar
ently had run out from Now York.
Burton eays he was on the point of
refusing them accommodations when
the man handed him a hundred dollar
bill. It was more than Burton's cu
pidity could withstand. They did not
register. The state license numbers
had boon removed from the automo
bile, whkh was of foreign make. Of
course it was only a question of time
until we could have found out who
the car belonged to. It Is perfectly
obvious why he removed the num
bers.
At this Juncture Drake entered the
room. Mrs. Wrandall did not at first
recognize him.
It has stopped snowing," announced
the newcomer.
"Oh, It is Mr. Drake," she murmured.
"We have a little French car, painted
red," sho announced to the sheriff
without giving Drake another thought,
"And this one Is red, madam," said
the sheriff, with glunce at the coro
ner. Drake nodded his head. Mrs,
Wrandall's body stlffenod perceptibly
aa it deflecting a blow. "It is still
standing in the garage, where be left
It on his arrival.
"Did no one eee the face of of the
woman?" asked Mrs. Wrandall, rather
querulously. "It seems odd that no
one should have seen her face," she
went on without waiting for an an
swer.
"It's not strange, madam, when you
consider all the circumstances. She
was very careful not to remove her
veil or her coat until the door was
locked. That proves that eho was not
the sort of woman we usually find gal
lavantlng around with men regardless
of ahem, I beg your pardon. This
muBt be very distressing to you."
"I am not sure, Mr. Sheriff, that it Is
my husband who lies up there. Please
remember that," she said steadily. "It
Is easier to hear the details now, be
fore 1 know, than It will be afterward
If it should turn out to bo as Mr.
Drake declares."
I see," said the sheriff, marveling
Besides, Mr. Drake is not positive,"
put in the coroner hopefully.
I am reasonably certain," said
Drake.
Then all the more reason why I
should have the story first," said sho,
with a shiver tbat no one fulled to ob
serve.
The sheriff resumed his conclusions
"Women of the kind I referrod to a
moment ago don't care whether they're
seen or not In fact, they're rather
brazen about it But this one was
different She was as fur from that
ae It was possible for her to be. We
haven't been ablo to find anyone who
saw her face or who can give the least
Idea as to what she looks like, except
Ing a general description of her figuro,
her carriage and the outdoor garments
she wore. We have reason to believe
Blie was young. She was modestly
dressed. Her coat was one of those
heavy uleter affairs, such as a woman
uses In motoring or on a sea voyage.
There was a small sable stole about
her neck. The skirt was short and
she wore high black shoes of the
thick walking type. Judging from
Burton's description she must have
been about your elzo and figuro, Mrs.
Wrandall. Isn't tbat so, Mrs. Bur
ton?"
The Innkeeper's wife spoke. "Yes,
Mr. Harben, I'd say so myself. About
five feet six, I'd Judge; rather slim
and graceful like, in spite of the big
coat."
Mrs. Wrandall was watching the
woman's face. "I am five feet six,"
she eald, as if answering a question.
The sheriff cleared bis throat some
what needlessly.
"Burton says she acted as if she
were a lady," he went on. "Not the
kind tbat usually comes out here on
such expeditions, he admits. She did
not epeak to anyone, except once in
very low tones to the man she was
with, and then she was standing by
the fireplace out In the main office,
quite a distance from the desk. She
went upstairs alone, and he gave some
orders to Burton before following her.
That was the last time Burton saw
her. The waitress wont up with a spe
cially prepared supper about halt an
hour later."
"It seems quite clear, Mrs. Wran
dall, that she robbed the man after
Blabbing him," said the coroner.
Mrs. Wrandall started. "Then she
was not a ludy, after all," she said
quickly. There was a note of relief
In her voice. It was as if she had
put aside a half-formed conclusion.
"His pockets wore empty. Not a
penny had been left. Watch, cuff
links, scarf pin, cigarette case, purse
and bill folder all gone. Burton bad
seen most of these articles In the
office."
"Isn't it but no! Why should I
be the one to offer a suggestion that
might be construed as a defense for
this woman?"
"You were about to suggest, madam,
that some one else might have taken
the valuables Is that It?" cried the
sheriff.
"Had you thought of It Mr. Sheriff?"
"I bad not. It isn't reasonable. No
one about this place is suspected. We
have thought of this, however: the
murderess may have taken all of
these things away with her In order
to prevent Immediate identification of
her victim. She may have been clever
enough for that It would give her a
start"
"Not an unreasonable conclusion,
when you Btop to consider, Mr. Sher
iff, that the man took the initiative In
that very particular," said Mrs. Wran
dall In such a self-contained way tbat
the three men looked at her in won
der. Then she came abruptly to her
feet "It Is very late, gentlemen. I
am ready to go upstairs, Mr. Sheriff.
"I must warn you, madam, that Mr.
Drako Is reasonably certain that it Is
your hutiband," said the coroner un
comfortably. "You may not bo pre
pared for the shock that "
"I shall not faint, Dr. Sheef. If it
is my husband I shall ask you to leave
me alono In the room with him for
llttlo while." The final word trailed
out Into a long, tremulous wail, show
Ing how near sho wns to the breaking
point in her wonderful effort at self
control. Tho men looked away hast
ily. They heard her draw two or
three deep, quavering breaths; they
could almost feel the tension that she
was exercising over herself.
Tho doctor turned after a moment
aud spoko very gently, but with pro
fessional firmness. "You must not
think of venturing out in this wretched
night, madum. It would be the worst
kind of folly. Surely you will be
guided by me by your own common
sense. Airs. Burton will be witn
you"
Thank you, Dr. Sheef," Blie inter
posed calmly. "If what we all fear
should turn out to be the truth, I
could not stay here. I could not
breathe. I could not live. If, on the
other hand, Mr. Drake is mlstuken, I
shall stay. But If It Is my husband, I
cannot remain under the same root
with him, even though he be dead. I
do not expect you to understand my
feelings. It, would be asking too
much of men too much."
"I think I understand," murmured
Drake.
"Come," said the sheriff, arousing
himself with an effort
She moved swiftly after him. Drake
and tho coroner, following close be
hind with Mrs. Burton, could not take
their eyes from tho slender, graceful
figure. She was a revelation to them.
Feeling as they did that she was about
to be confronted by the most appalling
crisis Imaginable, they could not but
mnrvel at her composure. Drake's
mind dwelt on the stories of the guillo
tine and the heroines who went up to
it In those bloody days without so
much as a quiver of dread. Somehow,
to him, this woman was a heroine.
They passed Into the hall and
mounted the stairs. At the far end
of the corridor a man was seated in
front of a closed door. Ho arose as
the party approached. The sheriff
signed for him to open the door bo
guarded. As be did so, a chilly blast
of air blew upon the faces of those In
the hall. The curtains in the window
of the room were flapping and whin-
ping In the wind. Mrs. Wrandall
caught her breath. For the briefest
Inetant It seemed as though she was
on the point of faltering. Sho dropped
farther behind the sheriff, her limbs
suddenly stiff, her hand going out to
the wnll as if for support. The next
moment she was moving forward res
olutely Into the Icy, dimly lighted
room.
A single electric light gleamed In
tho corner besldo-the bureau. Near
tho window stood the bed. She went
swiftly toward it, her eyes fastened
upon the tidgo that ran through the
center of It: a still, white ridge that
seemed without beginning or end.
With nervous fingers the attendant
lifted the sheet at the head of the
bed and turned It back. As he let it
full across the chest of the dead man
ho drew back and turned his face
away.
She bent forward and then straight
ened her figure to Its full height, with
out for an Instant removing her gaze
from the face of the man who lay
before her: a dark-haired man gray In
death, who muBt have been beautiful
to look upon In the flush of life.
For a long time she stood there
looking, as motionless as the object on
which she gazed. Behind her were the
tense, keen-eyed men, not one of
whom seemed to breathe during the
grim minutes that passed. The wind
howled about the corners of the inn,
but no one heard It They heard the
beating of their hearts, even the tick
ing of their watches, but not the wail
of the wind.
At last her hands, claw-IIke In their
tenseness, went slowly to her temples.
Her head dropped slightly forward,
and a great shudder ran through her
body. The coroner started forward,
expecting her to collupse.
"I'lease go away," she was saying
in an absolutely emotionless voice.
"Let me stay here alono for a little
while."
That was all. The men reluxed. They
looked at each other with a single
Great Shudder Ran Through Her
Body.
question In their eyes. Was It quite
safe to leave her alone with her dead?
They hesitated.
She turned on them suddenly.
spreading her arms In a wide gesture
of self-absolution. Her somber eyes
swept the group.
I can do no barm. This man Is
mine. I want to look at htm for the
lust time alone. Will you go?"
"Do you mean, madam, that you In
tend to " began the coroner In alarm
Sho clasped her hands. "I mean1
that I shall take my last look at him
now and here. Then you may do
what you like with him. He Is your
dead not mine. I do not want him.
Can you understand? I do not want
this dead thing. But there is some
thing I should say to him, something
that I must say. Something that nt
one must hear but the good God who
knows how much he has hurt me. 1
want to say it closo to those gray, hor
rid ears. Who knows? He may hear
me!"
Wondering, the others backed from
the room. She watched them until
they closed tho door.
Listening, they heard her lower the
window. It squealed like a thing In
fear.
Ten minutes passed. The group In
the hall conversed In whispers.
"I'oor thing," said the lunkceper's
wife.
"Well," said Drake, tuklng a deep
breath, "she won't have to worry any
more about his not comlnj? home
nights. I say, this business will create
a fearful sensation, sheriff. Tho Four
Hundred will have a conniption fit."
"We've got to land that girl, who
ever she Is," grated tho official. "Now
that we know who he Is, it shouldn't
be hard to pick out the women he's
been trailing with lately. Then we
can sift 'em down until tho right one
Is loft It ought to be easy."
(TO BE CONT1NUF.D.)
AS SEEN BY NATURE LOVER
Frost and Drought Very Much Alike
In Their Effects Upon Good
Old Mother Earth.
Frost and drought are not unlike In
their results, or at leuBt their effects.
A winter meadow, bare of snow but
frozen hard, Is not very diBBlmllar to
the same meadow during a dry spell
after haying. Color Is gone, growth
le short, stones show like land turtles,
the soil Is Impenetrable, the wheel of
nature Is on a dead point. Only the
hedgerows, In either case, retain some
life and color.
You look at the foothole pits in the
ground, made when you rode that way
last fall or spring, as the case may
be. and wonder that the ground would
ever have been soft enough to receive
such Impressions, whilo that pools of
water could ever have stood upon It
seems Impossible. The earth, like the
face of a frightened cowboy, Is pale
to the obliteration of Its natural tan;
and, again like the cowboy, this only
departs when he draws rein at home.
Then it is good to see, even in win
ter, how the tints hasten back, and
brown skin and Btubby beard assume
their naturnl hues; for even In win
ter there Is color, whenever a snell
of mild moisture comes. From "A
Farmer's Notebook," by B. D. Phelps.
Rude Shock.
Americans traveling abroad soon
find out that the language they sneak
is not looked upon always as genuine
English, either by the haughty Eng
lishman or the natives of the con
tinent of Europe. One already aware
of this view, who thought he was
hnrdened to it. got the rudest shock
of all last summer.
In a Paris book store window he
saw several llttlo red books.
"How to Learn German," was the
title of one of them. Another was
called "How to Learn Spanish," anoth
er "How to Learn Italian," and so on.
The Amerlcun was looking at them
with an uninterested air when his ex
pression suddenly changed to one of
utter amazement Casting his eye
on still another of the little red books
he read on Its cover:
"How to Learn American!"
Family Dissensions.
Dissensions in families orten rise
from a lack of humility and too much
presumption on the part of the differ
ent members of the family. "Tho soft
answer that turneth away wrath" Is
forgotten for the hasty reply, the un
kind retorts that kindle the fire of ill
feellug and are the outcome of dis
orderly minds which are prone to re
sentment on account of lacking in the
gentle grace of humility. Love does
not linger in the house where petty
pride bIiowb Its unlovely qualities. It
chooses to dwell in the home where
the spirit of unselfishness, of self
control, of thoughtfulness and of
charitableness makes the atmosphere
sweet. Exchange.
Sees class Morality.
The following assertion of A. M. Glo
vannittl opens up nn Interesting discus
sion: "AH social morality today Is
class morality. We have a capitalists
morality, a middle class morality and
a proletarian morality, to speak only
of the three greatest subdlvls'rn of
modern society."
Awful.
Tommy Why do ducks dive?
Harp Guess they must wat,
liquidate their bills.
Important to Mother
Examine carefully every botti,
CABTORI A a sum anH aura r..
. H vujtjrjk
Infants and children, and see
Bears the
Signature of
In Use For Over 30 Ynm
Children Cry for Fletcher's CajJ
. Impossibility.
George Ade, cynical as usual,
at the Chicago Athletic club: 'it.
trust a girl with a secret, it ,
luird for the average girl to ke,.
secret as it would he for her to
her slashed skirt with the slab i
toned up when she had a new p"'
silk stockings on."
KtU, KUUGH HANDS
SOFT AND WHITE
For red, rough, cbnpped and h
Ing hands, dry, Assured, itching, U
ing paims, ana patnrui flnger-tr
with shapeless nails, a one-nMit r
cura treatment works wonders. ;
recuons: hook tne nanus, on n
Ing, In hot water and Cutlctira ft,
Dry, anoint with Cutlcura Olntm.:
and wear soft bandages or old, Ik,
gloves during the night. Tbee tD
sweet and gentle emollients pr.!f-,
the hands, prevent redness, rotiek
and chapping, and Impart In a nt(.
nigni mai veiveiy sormess and i
ness so much desired by women, p
those whose occupations tend to
Jure the hands, Cutlcura Soap and C:
tlcura Ointment are wonderful.
Cutlcura Soap and Olutim nt
throughout the world. Sample of i
free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address p,.
card "Cutlcura, Dept. L, Boston "-a,
Turning the Page.
A testator, after citing the obi;,
tlotiB he was under to a panic.
friend, bequeathed to him at the l
torn of the Hrst page of IiIh win
thouhund dollars, of' course, iiiim,
the delighted legatee, but on turn.
the page he found the missing word
bo "thanks."
A similar story Is told of an
... i.. . i. i i. I,,
muy who, in ner iai illness, m
iued the priest to leave him a r
of money for pariah purposes.
she was dying she asked the prieji
come nearer the bedside, ami gai
out: Father I've given yuu-'
"Stop," said the priest, anviout
have as many witnesses as possii
"I will call In the family," ami, op
Ing the door, he beckoned them all
"I've given you," panted out thei
ing woman, "a great deal of unuV,
Just Noises.
"Look here!" shouted the In
farmer. "What are yeou dolim tlshi
in my lake when It's lasted?''
"Aw, go on!" sneered the tough c:
lad. "Make a noise like a lump i:
roll away."
The old farmer took out his I:
and cut off a section of birch.
"Sonny," he said solemnly, "I mi
yeou'd be better making a noise li
a locomotive lor tne next tew d
utes."
"Like a locomotive, old clover s
Why?"
"Because you are going to
switched."
Aud the next moment the yells it
emanated from the clump of busi
made a noise like a band of India:
on the warpath, that could be her
for miles away.
So Glad.
A story Is ftolng the rounds to t
effect that at a performance of It
nard Shaw's delightful play of "A
tony and Cleopatra," by Forbes
ertson, the following conversation
heard between a sprightly damsel s.
her friend:
"Do you know, this Is the very fir-
of Shukespeure's plays I have
seen!" The friend: "No, really? 1
so glad we came."
Precipitate.
Itaby Cumel Mamma, can I ha'
a drink?
Mamma Camel Shut up! Why,
was only five weeks ago that 1 ga'
you one.
The Point of View.
"Health Is wealth," quoted the sal'
"Oh. no, It Isn't," replied the siang
"I am a doctor."
HAPPY NOW
Family of Twelve Drink Postum.
"It certainly has been a blessing t
our home" writes a young lady in f
gard to Poitum.
"I am one of a family of twelf
w ho, before using Postum, would nw
a healthy person uncomfortable )
their complaining of headache, dl;
neBS, sour Btomach, etc., from drinklw
coffee.
"For years mother suffered fr:
palpitation of the heart, sick art-
ache and bad stomach and at tin'1
would be taken violently ill. About
year ago she quit coffee and M1
Postum. tl
"My brother was troubled
headache and dizziness all the tic
he drank coffee. All those troubles'
my mother and brother have dW
peared since Postum has taken u
place of coffee.
"A sister was ill nearly all her U
with headache and heart trouble,
about all she cared for was coffee
tea. The doctors told her she tn!
leave them alone, aa medicine did $
no permanent good.
"She thought nothinr would t1;
the place of coffee until we IniW
r . .. . .Ml
her to try Postum. Now her iruu'
are all gone and she Is a happy
woman . enjoying life as P05
should."
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tie Creek, Mich.
I udiuiii nun ill
neguiar roiium musi
boiled. 15c and 25c packages
Instant Pottum Is a soluble V
der. A teaspoonful dissolves qui
In a cup of hot water and, with cr
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Instantly. 30c and 50c tins. t
The coBt per cup of both kind'
about the same.
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