V THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURQ. PA. The Hollow Women wear so much false fca, nowadays that It Is extremoly cult to tell which Is switch. r1 ZP& Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets cure con. stipation. Constipation is the vhiih 0i many diseases. Cure tbe came and y0J our the disease. Kay to take. Adv. His Job. "How does your husband spwid hl Sundays?" "Cleaning up the automobile, tnoit of Her Hand 8YN0P3I8. C'hullU Wrandull In founil nmrdermj In Burton Inn nnr Now York. Mn. Wran dall Lm mmiinnned from the city to Identify th body. Wrandall. It a)ioar, had lad a Kay Ufa and miKlocted hla wife. CHAPTER I. Continued. "I'm not so sure of It," laid tho cor oner, shaking bis bend. "I bave a follng that she Isn't ono of tho ordi nary type. It wouldn't surprise rao 1' she belongs to well, you might say the upper ton. Somebody's wife, don't yon see. That will make It rather dif ficult, especially as bar tracks bave been pretty well covered." "It boats me, how she got sway without leaving a slnglo sign behind her," acknowledged tho sheriff. "She's a wonder, that's all I've get to say." At that Instant the door openod end Mrs. Wrandull appeared. She stopped short, confronting the cuddled group, dry-eyed but as pallid as a ghost Her eyes were wide, apparently unsoelng; ber colorless lips were parted In the drawn rigidity thut suggested but one thing to tho professional man who looks: tho "rlsls sardonlcus" of the strychnno victim. With a low cry, the doctor started forward, fully con vinced that she had swallowed the deadly drug. "For God's sake, nindain," he began, Hut as bo spoke ber expression changed; she seemed to be aware of their presence for tho first time. Her eyes narrowed In a curious manner, and the rigid lips seemed to surge with blood, presenting the effect of a queer, swift fading emtio that lingered long after her face was set and seri ous. "I neglected to ralso the window, Dr. Bbeef," she said in a low voice, "it was very cold in there." She shivered slightly. "Will you be so kind as to tell me what I am to do nowt What formalities remain for me" The coroner was at ber side. 'Time enough for that, Mrs. Wrandull. Tbe first thing you aro to do is to take something warm to drink, and pull yourself together a bit" She drew herself up coldly. "I am quite myself, Dr. Sheef. Pray do not alarm yourself on my account. I ahull be obliged to you, however, If you will tell me what I am to do as speedily as possible, and let me do it so that I may leave this this unhappy place without delay. No! I mean it, sir. I am going tonight unless, of course," she said, with a quick look at the sher iff, "the luw stands in the way." "You are at liberty to come and go as you pleaso, Mrs. Wrandull." said the sheriff, "but It Is most foolhardy to think of" "Thank you, Mr. Sheriff," she said, "for letting me go. I thought perhaps there might be legal restraint." She eeut a swift glance over ber shoulder, and then spoke In a high, shrill voice, Indicative of extreme dread aud uneas iness: "Close t!:e door to that room!" The door was standiug wide open, JUBt as she bad left it. Startled, tbe coroner's deputy sprang forward to close It. Involuntarily, ull of her lis teners looked In the direction of the room, as If expecting to see the form of the murdered man advancing upon them. The feeling, swiftly gone, was moBt uncanny. "Close It from the Inside," com manded the coroner, with unmistaka ble emphasis. Tho muu hesitated, and then did as he was ordered, but' not without a curious look at the wife of the dead man, whose back was toward him. "Ho will not find anything disturbed, doctor," said she, divining his thought. "I bad the feeling that something was creeping toward us out of that room." "You have every reason to be nerv ous, madam. The situation has been most extraordinary most trying," said the coroner. "I beg of you to come downstairs, where we may at tend to a few necessary details with out delay. It has been a most fa tiguing matter for all of us. Hours without sleep, and such wretched weather." They descended to the warm little reception room. Sho sent at once for the Inn keeper, who came In aud glow ered at her as if she were wholly re sponsible for the blight that bad been . put upon bis place. "Wlll you be good enough to send some one to the station wltli me In your depot wagon?" she demanded without hesitation. lie stared. "We don't run a 'bus In the winter time," he said, gruffly. Sho opened the little chatelaine bag that bung from her wrist and abstract ed a card which sho submitted to the coroner. "You will find, Doctor Sheef, that the car my husband came up bore In be longs to me. This Is the card Issued by the stato. It is in my name. The factory number Is there. You may compare It with the one on the car. 'My husband took the car without ob taining my consent." "Joy riding," said Burton, with an ugly laugh. Then he quailed before the look she gave him. "If no other means Is offered, Doc tor Sheef, I shall ask you to let me take the car. ' I am porfectly capable of driving. I bave driven it In the country for two seasons. All I ask Is that some one be directed to go with mo to the station. No! Better than that, If there Is some one here who is willing to accompany me to the city, ha shall be handsomely paid for going. It Is but little more than 30 miles. I refuse to spend tbe night In this bouse. That Is final." They drew apart to confer, lonvlng ber sitting before tbe Ore, a stark fig' ure that seemed to detach Itself en tlrely from Its surroundings and their companionship. At last tho coroner enme to her side and touched her arm. "I don't know what the district at torney and tbe police will say to it. Mrs. Wrandall, but I shall tako it upon '.myself to deliver tho cur to you. Tbe JitD J- copy?cm:tW2 sheriff has gone out to compare the numbers. If be finds that the car Is yours, he will see to It, with Mr. Drake, that It Is made ready for you. I take It that we will have no difficulty In" He hesitated, at a loss for words. "In finding It again In case you need It for evidence?" she supplied. He nodded. "I shall make It a point, Doc tor Sheef, to present the car to the state after It has servod my purpose tonight. I shall not rldo to It again." "The sheriff has a man who will ride with you to tbe station or tho city, whichever you may elect Now, may I trouble you to make answer to certain questions I shall write out for you at once? The man Is Cballls Wrandall, your husband? You are positive?" "I am positive. He Is or was Cballls Wrandall." Half an hour later she was ready for the trip to New York city. The clock In the office marked tho hour as one. A toddled Individual In a great buffa lo coat waited for ber outside, hic coughing and bandying jest with the half trozen men who hnd spent the night with blm In tho forlorn hope of finding tho girl. Mrs. Wrandall gave final Instruc tions to the coroner and his deputy. who happened to be tho undertaker's assistant She had answered all the questions that had been put to her. and bad signed the document with a firm, untrembllng hand. Her veil bad been lowered since the beginning of the examination. They did not see her face; they only heard tbe calm, low voico, sweet with fatigue and dread. "I shall notify my brother-in-law as soon as I reach the city," she said. He will attend to everything. Mr. Leslie Wrandall, I mean. My bus- band's only brother. He will be here in the morning, Doctor Sheef. My own apartment is not open. I have been staying In a hotel since my return from Kurope two days ago. But I shall attend to tbe opening of the place tomorrow. You will And me there." The coroner hesitated a moment be fore putting the question that bad come to his mind as she spoke. "Two days ago, mhdam? May I In quire where your husband has been living during your absence abroad? When did you last see him alive?" She did not reply for many sec onds, and then It was with a percepti ble effort. "I have not seen him since my re turn until tonight," she replied, a hoarse note creeping Into her voice. He did not meet me on my return. Ills brother Leslie came to the dock. He he said that Challls, who came back from Kurope two weeks ahead of me, had been called to St. Louis on very important business. My husband had been living at bis club, I under stand. That Is all I can tell you, sir." "I see," said the coroner, gently. He opened the door for her and she passed out. A number of men were grouped about , the throbbing motor car. Ihey full away as she ap proached, silently fading Into the shadows, like so many vast, unwhole some ghosts. The sheriff and Drake camo forward. "This man will go with you, ma dam," said the sheriff, pointing to an unsteady figure beside tbe mnchlne. "He is the only one who will under take It. They're all played out, you see. He has been drinking, but only on account of the hardships ho has undergone tonight. You will be quite safe with Morley." No snow was falling, but a bleak wind blew meanly. The air was free from particles of sleet; wctly the fall of the night clung to the earth where it had fallen. "If he will guide me to the Post- road, Unit Is all I ask," said sho hur riedly. Involuntarily she glanced up- "This Man Will Go With You, Madam," Said the Sheriff. ward. The curtains In an upstairs window were blowing inward aud a dim light shone out upon the roof of the porch. Sho shuddered and then climbed -up to the seat and took her place at tho wheel A few momenta later the three men standing In the middle of the road watched the car as It rushed away. "By George, she's a wonder!" said tho sheriff. CHAPTER II. The Passing of a Night. The sheriff was right Sara Wran dall was an extraordinary woman, If I nmy be permitted to modify bis rath er crude cstlmato of her. It Is difficult to understand, much less describo a nature like hers. Flno-mlnded, gently bred women who can go through an ordeal such as she experienced with out breaking under the Btrnln are rare Indeed. They must be wonderful. It Is bard to Imagine a more heartbreak ing crh.ls in life than tbe one wblcb rasp Georefe Barr MCutcheon or cVRcf&AM mcurcw&vr: copyvcfr,r?a by podd, mead & cqmwiy confronted ber on this dreadful night, and yet she faced It with a fortitude that seems almost unholy. She bad loved ber handsome, way ward husband. He bad burt ber deep ly more times than she chose to re member during tbe six years of their married life, but she bad loved blm In spite of the wounds up to tbe in stant when she stood beside bis dead body In tbe cold little room at Bur ton's Inn. She went there loving him as he had lived, yet prepared, almost foresworn, to loathe blm as be bad died, and she left him lying there alone In that dreary room without a spark of tbe old affection In ber soul. Hor love for him died In giving birth to the hatred that now possessed ber. While be lived It was not In her pow er to control the unreasoning, resist less thing that stands for love in wom an; be was ber lover, the master of ber Impulses. Dead, be was an un wholesome, unlovely clod, a pallid thing to be scorned, a hulk of worth less clay Ills blood was cold. He could no longer warm her with it; it could no longer kill the chill that bis misdeeds cai t about bor tender sensi tiveness; his Hps and eyes never more could smile and conquer. He was a dead thing. Her love was a dead thing. They lay separate and apart. Tho tlo was broken. With love died tbe final spark of respect she had left for him In her tired, loyal, betrayed heart. He was at last a tblu? to be despised, even by ber. She despised him. She sent the car down tbe slope and across the moonless valley with small regard for ber own or her compan ion's safety. It swerved from side to sldo, skidded and leaped with terri fying suddenness, but held Its way as straight as the bird that files, driven by a steady band and a mind that bad no thought for peril. A Bober man at ber side would bave been afraid; this man swayed nsjjdly to and fro and chuckled with drunken glee. Her bitter thoughts were not of tbe dead man back there, but of tbe Mrs years that she was to bury with blm; years that would never pass beyond her ken, that would never die. He had loved ber In his wild, ruthless way. He bad left her times without number In tbe years gone by, but be had always come back, gaily uncbaa tened, to remold the love that waited with dogllko fidelity for the touch of his cunning hand. But he bad taken his lust flight. He would not come back again. It was all over. Once too often be bad tried his reckless wings. She would not have to forgive him again. Uppermost In her mind was the curiously restful thought that his troubles were over, and with them her own. A hand less forgiving man ners hnd struck blm dead. Somehow, she euvled the woman to whom that hand belonged. It bad been ber divine right to kill, and yet another took It from her. Back there at tbe Inn she bad said to tbe astonished sheriff: "Poor thing. If she can escape pun ishment for this, let It be so. I shall not help the law to kill ber simply because she took It in ber own hands to pay that man what she owed blm. I shall not be tbe one to say that he did not deserve death at hor bands, whoever she may be. No, I shall offer no reward. If you catch her, I shall be sorry for her, Mr. Sheriff. Bollove me, I bear her no grudge." "But she robbed blm," the sheriff had cried. "From my point of view, Mr. Sher iff, that hasn't anything to do with the case," was ber significant reply. "Of course, I am not defending him." "Nor am I defending her," she had retorted. "It would appear that she Is ablo to defend herself." Now, on the cold, trackless road, sho was saying to herself that Bhe did have a grudge against the woman who had destroyed the lifo that be longed to her, who had killed the thing that was hers to kill. She could not mourn for blm. She could only wonder what the poor, hunted, ter rified creature would do whon taken and made to pay for the thing she had done. Once, In the course of her bitter re flections, she spoke aloud in a shrill, tense voice, forgetful of the presence of the man beside her: "Thank God they will see blm now as I have Been him all these years. They will know him as they have never known him. Thank God for that!" Tho man looked at ber stupidly and muttered something under his breath. She heard him, and recalling her wltB, asked which turn she was to take for the station. The fellow lopped back in the seat, too drunk to reply. For a moment she was dismayed, frightened. Then Bhe resolutely reached out and shook him by the shoulder. She had brought the car to a full stop. "Arouse yourself, man!" she cried. "Do you -want to freeze to death? Where Is the station?" He straightened up with an effort, and. after vainly seeking light in the darkness, fell back again with a grunt, but managed to wave his band toward the left. She took the chance. In five minutes Bhe brought tbe car to a standstill beside the station. Through the window she saw a man with bis feet cocked high, reading. 'He leaped to his feet In amazement as she en tered the waiting-room. "Are you the agent?" Bhe demanded. "No, ma'am. I'm simply staying here for the sheriff. Wo're looking for a woman say!" He stopped short and stared at the veiled face with wide, excited eyes. "Gee whiz! May be you" "No, I am not the woman you want. Do you know anything about the trains?" "I guess I'll telephone to the she? befora I" "If you will step outside you will find one of the sheriff's deputies In my automobile, helplessly Intoxicated. I am Mrs. Wrandall." "Oh," be gasped. "I beard 'em say you were coming up tonight. Well, say I Wtat do you think of " "In there a train In before morning?" "No, ma'am. Seven-forty Is tbe first" She walled a moment. "Then I shall have to ask you to come out and get your fellow-deputy. Ho Is useless to me. I mean to go on In tbe machine. Tbe sheriff understands." The fellow hesitated. "I cannot take blm with me, and he will freeze to death If I leave him In tho road. Will you come?" Tbe man stared at ber. "Say, Is It your husband r he asked agape. She nodded her bead. "Well, I'll go out and have a look at the fellow you've got with you," he said, still doubtful. She stood In the door while he She Knew This Was the Woman. crossed over to the car and peered at the face of tbe sleeper. "Stevo Morley." he said. "Fullor'n a goat." "Please removo him from the car," she directed. Later on, as be stood looking down at the Inert figure In the big rocking chair, and panting from his labors, be heard bor say patiently: "And now will you be so good as to direct me to the Post-road." He scratched his head. "This Is mighty queer, the whole business," he declared, assailed by doubts. "Sup pose you are not Mrs. Wrandall, but tbe other one. What then?" As If In answer to bis question, the man Morley opened his blear-eyes and tried to get to bis feet "What what are we doln' here, Mis' Wran'all? Wha's up?" "Stay where you are, Steve," said the other. "It's all right" Then he went forth and pointed the way to her. "It's a long ways to Columbus Circle," he said. "I don't envy you the trip. Keep straight ahead after you hit the Post-road." He stood there listening until the wblr of the motor was lOBt In the distance. "She'll never make it," he said to himself. "It's more than a strong man could do on roads like these. She must be crazy." Coming to the Post-road, she In creased the speed of the car, with the Bharp wind behind her, her eyes in tent on the white stretch that leaped up In front of tho lamps like a blank wall beyond which there was nothing but donee oblivion. But for the fact that she knew that 'this road ran straight and unobstructed Into tho out skirts of New York, she might huve lost courage and decision. The natural confidence of an experienced driver was hers. She had the daring of one who has never met with an accident, and who trusts to the instincts rather than to an actual understanding of conditions. With her, it was not a question of hor own capacity and strength, but a belief In the fidelity of the engine that carried her forward. It had not occurred to ber that the tnsk of guiding that heavy, swerving thing through the unbroken road wbb something beyond her powers of en durance. She often had driven It a hundred miles and more without rest ing, or without loBlng zest in the en terprise; then why should she fear the small matter of 30 miles, even un der the most trying of conditions? Sharply there came to ber mind tho question: was she the only one abroad In this black little world? What of the other woman? Tho one who was being hunted? Where was she? And what of the ghost at her heols? The car bounded over a railroad crossing. She recalled the directions given by the man at the station and hastily applied the brako. There was another and more dangerous crossing a hundred yards ahead. She had been warned particularly to take it care fully, as there was a sharp curve In tho road beyond. Suddenly she Jammed down the emergency brake, a startled exclama tion falling from her lips. Not 20 feet ahead, In the middle of the road and directly In line with the light of the lamps, stood a black,' motionless figure the figure of a woman whose head was lowered and whose arms hung limply nt hor sides. The woman In the car bent forward over the wheel, staring hard. Many seconds passed. At last the forlorn object In the roadway lifted her face and looked vacantly Into the glare of the lamps. Her eyes were wide-open, her face a ghastly white. "God in heaven!" struggled from the stiffening Hps of Sara Wrandall. Her fingers tightened on the wheel. She knew. This was the woman! The long brown ulster; the limp, fluttering veil? "A woman about your size and flguro," tho BhcrllT hud said. The figure swayed and then moved a few steps forward. Blinded by the lights, sho bent ber bead and shielded her eyes with ber hand the better to glimpse the occupant of the car. "Are you looking for mo?" sho cried out shrilly, at tbe same time spread ing her arms as if in surrender. It was almost a wall. Mrs. Wrandall caught her breath. Her heart began to beat once more. "Who are you? What do you want?" Bho cried out, without knowing what she said. The girl started. She had not ex pected to hear tho voice of a woman.' She staggered to tho Bide of tho road, out of the line of light. "I I beg your pardon," she cried It was like a wall of disappointment "I am sorry to bave Btopped you." "Come here," commanded the other, still staring. The unsteady figure advanced. Halt ing beBldo the car, sho leaned across the spnre tires and gazed Into the eyes of tho driver. Their faces wero not more than a foot apart, their eyes were narrowed In tense scrutiny. "What do you want?" repeated Mrs. Wrandall, ber voice hoarse and trem ulous. "I am looking for an inn. It must be near by. I do " J "An inn?" with a start. "I do not recall tho name. It Is not far from a village, in the hills." "Do you mean Burton's?" "Yes. That's It. Con you direct me?" The voice of the girl was faint; she seemed about to fall. "It Is six or eight miles from here," said Mrs. Wrandall, still looking In wonder nt the miserable nlght-farer. The girl's head sank; a moan of de spair came through her Hps, ending In a cob. "So far as that?" she murmured. Then she drew herself up with a fine show of resolution. "But I must not stop here. Thank you." "Walt!" cried the other. The girl turned to her oura more. "Is Is It a matter of life or death?" Thero was a long silence. "Yes. 1 must find my way there. It Is death." Sura Wrandall laid her heavily gloved linnd on tbe slim fingers that touched the tire. "Listen to me," she said, a shrill note of resolve ringing In her voice. "I am going to New York. Won't you let me tako you with me?" Tho girl drew bnck, wonder and ap prehension struggling for the mastery of her eyes. "But I am bound the other way. To tho Inn. I must go on." "Come with mo," snld Sara Wrandall firmly. "You must not go back thero. I know what has happened there. Come! I will take cure of you. You must not go to tho Inn." "You know?" faltered the girl. "Yes. You poor thing!" There was Infinite pity In her voice. The irl laid her head on her arms. Mrs. Wrandall sat above her, look ing down, held mute by warring emo tions. Tho Imposslblo had come to pass. The girl for whom the whole world would be searching In a day or two, had stepped out of the unknown and, by the most whimsical Jest of fato, Into the custody of the one per son most Interested of all In that self same world. It was unbelievable. She wondered If It were not a dream, or the hallucination of an overwrought mind. Spurred by the sudden doubt ar to tho reality of the object before her, she stretched out her hand aud touched tho girl's shoulder. InBtantly she looked up. Her fin gers sought the friendly baud and clasped It tightly. "Oh, if you will only take me to the city with you! If you only give me the chance," Bho cried hoarsely. "I don't know what Impulse was driv ing mo bark there. I only know I could not help myself. You renlly ?J 1 t V WITH THE BREAK OF DAWN Birth of a New Day at Seen and De scribed by One Who Had the Vision of tha Poet As we proceeded, the timid approach of twilight became uioro perceptible, the Intcnso blue of the sky began to soften, the smaller stars, like little children, went first to rest; the elster beams of the Pleiades soon melted together, but the bright constellations of the west and north remained un changed. Steadily the wondrous trans figuration went on. Hands of angoU hidden from mortal eyes shifted the scenery of the heavens; the glories of night dissolved Into the glories of the dawn. The Ulue sky now turned more softly gray; tbe great watch stars Bhut up their holy eyes; tho cast began to klndlo. Faint sfreaks of purplo soon blushed along the sky; the celestial conclave was filled with the Inflowing tides of the morning light, which came pouring down from above In ono great ocean' of radiance, till at length, as we reached the Blue hills, a flash of purplo fire blazed out from abovo the horizon and turned tho dewy teardrops of flower and leaf Into rubies and diamonds. In a few sec onds the everlasting gates of tbe morning were thrown wide open and the lord of day, arrayed In glories too severe for the gaze of man, began his state. Everett National Pride. The belief that all foreigners are Inferior to one's own people Is not pe culiar to the Bo-cnllod civilized na tions. Professor Sumner of Yale mean it? You will take me with you?" "Yes. Don't be afraid. Come! Get In," said tbe woman In the car rapidly. "You you are real?" The girl did not hear the strange question. She was hurrying around to the opposite sldo of the car. As she crossed before the lamps, Mrs. Wraifdall noticed with dulled Inter est that her garments were covered with mud; her small, comely hat was In sad disorder; loose wisps of hair fluttered with the unsightly veil. Her hands, she recalled, were clad In thin suede gloves. She would be half frozen. She had been out In all this torrlhlo weather perhaps since the hour of her flight from the Inn. The odd feeling of pity grew strong er within her. She made no effort to analyze It, nor to account for it. Why Bhould sho pity tbe slayer of ber hus band? It was a question unasked, un considered. Afterwards she was to recall this hour and its strango Im pulses, and to realize that It was not pity, but mercy that moved her to do tbe extruordlnary thing that followed. Trembling ull over, hor teeth chat tering, her breath coming In short lit tlo moans, tho girl struggled up bo sldo ber and fell back In the seat. Without a word, Sara Wrandall drew tho great, buffalo robe over her and tucked It In about her feet and lezs far up about her body, which had slumped down In the seat. "You are very, very good," chattered the girl, almost Inaudlbly. "I shall nev er forget" She did not complete the sentence, but sat upright and fixed her gaze on ber companion's face. "You you are not doing this Just to turn me over to to the police? They must be searching for me. You are not going to give me up to them, are you? There will be a reward I" "There Is no reward," said Sara Wrandall shurply. "I do not mean to give you up. I am simply giving you a chanco to got away. I have always felt sorry for the fox when the time for the kill drew near. That's tho way I feel." "Oh. thank you! Thank you! But what am I Baying? Why should 1 per mit you to do this for me? I meant to go back there and have It over with. I know I can't escapo. It will have to come. It Is bound to come. Why put It off? Let them take mo, let them do what they will with me. I" "Hush! We'll Beo. First of a!l. un derstand me: I shall not turn you over to tho police. I will give you tho chance. I will help you. I can do no more than that." "But why should you help me? I I oh, I can't let you do It! You do not understand. I have committed a terrible " she broke off with a groan. "I understand," said the other, some thing like grlmncss In her level tones "I bave been tempted more than once myself." The enigmatic remark made no Impression on the listener. "I wonder how long ago It was that It all happened," muttered the girl, as If to herself. "It seems ages oh. such ages." "Where have you been hiding since last night?" asked Mrs. Wrandall. throw ing In the clutch. Tho car start ed forward with a Jerk, kicking up tbe snow behind It "Was It only last night? Oh, I've been" Tho thought of her suffer ings from exposure and dread was too much for the wretched creature. She broke out In a soft wall. "You've been out In all this weath er?" demanded the other. "I lost my way. In the hills bnck there. I don't know whero I was." "Hnd you no place of bhelter?" "Where could I seek shelter? I spent the day In the cellar of a fa'm er's house. Ho didn't know I was there. I have had no food." "Why did you kill that man?" (TO HIi rONTINl'KD.) t , used to call this national egotism "othnocentrlsm," and cited an Instance of It from a message sent south by a native Greenlnndor, extolling hla land and Us Inhabitants aa greatly ' su perior to tbe countries and races of white men. In tho Journal of Re ligious Psychology the anthropologist Crantz Is quoted as saying: "The Greunlnnders consider them selves as tho only civilized nation In the world. ' They are far superior in their own estimation to the Euro peans, who supply an Inexhaustible subject of ralllory for their social par ties. They do not appreciate the at tltudo of arrogant superiority adopted by many white men In their Inter course with eo-callod savages." , How It Happened. Ills wife had made a little quiet In vestigation of bis coat. "Henry," she said In no pleasant tono, "you never mailed the letter 1 gavo you last week. I can feci It right In the corner of your coat." Her huBband brought out the coat In a rather shame-faced way. There was no doubt, tho letter was Just where Bhe said. Reaching Into tho In sire pocket, he groped down and down until he at last grasped the envelope. "Yes, my dear," he rcpllod; "you see, It slipped down through tbe torn lining you promised to sew up more than a month ago." Guarding Against Expense. It took a New York mllllonarle to hit upon the best Bcbeme yet for cut ting down household expenses If one must wed; he married a fashionable milliner. Baltluoro Nttws. Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle 4 CASTOR1A, a sar and sure remedy Infants and children, and see that l Bears tbe Signature ( In Use For Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher's Castorij With an Ax. George B. Luks, the profound liumot of whose painting has given Mm t high place In the world of art, wa( visiting a "futurist" exhibition In xe York. Mr. Luks paused before a pic-lure which resembled an purtlifu;ik though It was entitled "Portrait of 1 Sleeping Babe," and, with a smile and a shake of the head, he said: "How I wish sometimes I was 1 suffragette!" HUMOR DISFIGURED BABY Clarendon, N. C. "My baby wm broken out with a red, thick and rough-looking humor when about two months old. It would como In iuu Im and went almost all over her In that way. The places were like rln.n'.wira Biiil ns they would spread they woulj turn red nnd inako sores nnd itch. Tha trouble went to her faee anj disfigured her badly. Her clothes Ir ritated It. "I saw tho advertisement of Cutl enra Soap and Ointment nnd I gut 1 rnmplo and In one night's time I rou'J see a change In the redness ami 11 two days the ,place would be nearly gone. I Bent and got one twcuty-iivt c nt cake of Cuticura Soap and Uo fifty-cent boxes of Cuticura Ointment, which cured my baby. She was well In three months." (Slgnpd) Mrs. Ber tha Sawyer, Oct, 11, 1912. Cuticura Soap and Ointment soil throughout the world. Samplo of each free.wiih ?,2-p. Skin Book. Address post card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston." A,1r, The Difference. A Waco heiress had Just announced her engagement to an iinpeninliris Sicilian nobleman. A fellow-congressman, knou'm Representative Henry's feelings 00 the subject of International alliance, showed Mr. Henry this announeemetii, and suld with a laugh: "Well, Henry, what do you think 0! that?" Tho other heaved a mighty skh. "In the olden days," ho said, "the pj ince used to marry the beggar maid. Now the maid marries the ln-;;af prince." Displeased With Bargain. Jean sorely wanted a kitten; but, lie: mother not liking felines, this Joy a denied her until a severe operati'ii became prospective. Then a bureau was made with the frightened chili "If you will bo a brave girl, Jean, und go through the operation without fussing you shall have the nicest kit ten I can find." The child, delighted, climbed upon tho operating tablo and took the etln w ithout a struggle. As she came out of the anesthetic and began to M horribly sick and weak, she nmrimir something. The nurse leaned over to catch tho faintly uttered words: "What a bum way to gel a tat!" Getting a "Thrill" In Formosa. Tho traveler who Is tired of 't ventlonal journeys and who is aiu lous to visit an "iinsnoilt" countrj where he can enjoy tho comforts clvllizutlon and at the same lime tas some of the thrills nnd excitement ai teudant upon encounters with tn dued savage tribes should certniiil' make a trip to Formosa, that wi'iid" ful Island lying off tho coast of "lit"- which paRsed Into Hip possession ' Japan In 1R33. .. ... ... . ,.1 h Mere, Hioug me funihiii h """ -will find prosperous towns, wiili harbors and wharves, spacious stn" and magnificent residences, sriw'j and churches, electric llgliH "!,g ample water supply nil tho luxurW In fact, of a European city. CJ! journey comfortably by tram int one place to another, passing tlir,,u' vnt tea irnrrieiiM nnd rice IM'1 Kveiythlng la civilized, orderly ' safe. Yet only a few miles in'r'1 among tho mountains and f,r''s" dwell fierce, unconquered tiuw . . . . ...... 1.. hit whose chief aim and amnitmn ... ... 1 l.,,u,U.-l IM HI KUllli-i nullum World Magazine. riiiccr itin FFFECT Good Digestion Follows Right M Indigestion and tho attendant d!J comforts of mind and body are c( l..l In fnllou nnntlniinlt I1SO 01 " Those who are still young n"d bust aro likely to overlook the j that, ns dropping wuter will w stone away at last, so will the u heavy, greasy, rich food, finally w loss of appetite and Indigestion. Fortunately ninny aro th"?' , enough to study themselves and the principle of cause and effw their dally food. A N. Y. vouhk .1.... i. v,.in.,a thus: uu w intra ih;i ti'i-i icii,." "Sometime ago I had a lot of ble from indigestion, caused W rich food. I got so I wbs unaw digest scarcely anytning, - 1 - .1 ......! ...... Clues seenn'u ueie. .pf "A friend advised me to try Nuts food, praising it highly ,: a Inst resort, I tried it. 1 am f in Ihnt rn np.Vll 1 8 not on" "'"v . .ulj;' Hevcd me of my trouble out f nn nnd ntrenethaned my nH?('B". ,. : , , .,.t kiytn gUIlS BO II1UI 1 LUU nun - - . desire, uut i suck to uir ivame given Dy rumum . ( Creek, Mich. Rend "The ' Wellvllle," In pkgs. "Then- s son." A . ... f...n. tlmo III '" ,' Krnulne, true, nod lull 0 lutrrot.
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