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George Barr MCutcheon
SYNOPSIS.
Chnllta Wrnrdnll la found niurJrr'J In
a road hound nnr New York. Mr. Wran
dall aummonei from the c-lly and Idun-tlflt-s
the body. A young woman who o
conipaniod Wranilfill to the Inn and nub
anquently dlappaared, la auaprctwL
Wniniliill, It uieiira. Iiad 1M a Kay Ufa
and n'KlfCIcd hla wlfn. Mr a. WrandnH
atarta baok tor New York In an auto dur
ing a blinding mow atorm. On (ha way
aha mrats a young woman In the mad
who pmvaa to b th woman who klllud
Wrandall.
CHAPTER II. Continued.
"There was nothing left tor me to
do but that"
"And why did you rob himT"
"Ah, I bad ample time to think of all
that Ton may tell the officers they
will find everything hidden In that
farmhouse cellar. Qod knowa I do not
want them. I am not a thiol. I'm sot
0 bad as that."
Mrs. Wrandall marveled. "Not so
bad as that!" And sho was a murder
ess, a wanton!
"You are hungry. Tou must be fam
ished." "No, I am not hnngry. I have not
thought of food." Sho said It In such
a way that the other know what her
whole mind had been given over to
since the night before.
A fresh Impulse seized her. "You
shall hare food and a place whore you
can sleop and rest," she said. "Now
pleaBe don't say anything more. I do
not want to know too much. The least
you say tonight, the bettor for for
both of us."
With that she devoted all of her at
tention to the car, Increasing the
peed considerably. Far ahead she
could see twinkling, wlll-o'-the-wisp
lights, the first signs of thickly popu
lated districts. They were still eight
or ten miles from the outskirts of the
city and the way was arduous. She
was conscious of a sudden feeling of
fatigue. The chill of the night seemed
to have made Itself felt with abrupt,
almost stupefying force. She won
dered If she could keep her strength,
her courage her nerves.
The girl was English. Mrs. Wran
dall was convinced of the fact, almost
Immediately. L'nmlHtaknbly English
and apparently of the cultivated type.
In fact, the peculiarities of speech
that determines the London show-girl
or music-hall character were wholly
lacking. Her voice, her manner, even
under such trying conditions, were
characteristic of tho English woman
of cultivation. Despite the dreadful
8 train under which she labored, there
were evidences of that curious se
renity which marks the English wom
an of the better classes; an Inborn
composure, a calm orderliness of the
emotions. Mrs. Wrandall was con
scious of a sense of surprise, of a
wonder that Increased as her thoughts
resolved themselves Into something
less chaotlo than they were at tho time
of contact with this visible condition.
For a mllo or more she sent the car
along with reckless disregard for com
fort or safoty. Her mind was groping
for something tanglblo In the way of
Intentions. What was she to do with
this creature? What was to become
of her? At what street corner should
uhn turn her adrift? The Idea of
, handing her over to the police did
not enter her thoughts for an Instant
Somehow she felt that the girl was
a stranger to the city. She could not
einlaln the focling. yet It was with
her and very porslstent Of course,
there was a homo of some sort, or
lodgings, or friends, but would he girl
dare show herself In familiar haunts?
She found herself wondorlng why
the noor wretch had not made way
with herself. Escape seemed out of
the Question. That must have been
clear to her from the beginning, else
why was she going back there to give
herself up? What better way f at of
It than self destruction. She would
advlso tho girl to leave the car when
they reached the center of a certain
brldffo that snanned the rlvor! No ono
would find her. . . .
Even as the thought tcok shapo In
bnr mind, she experienced a great
sense of awe, so overwhelming that
sho cried out with the horror of it
8he turned her head for a quick glance
at tho mute, wretched face showing
white above tho robe, and her heart
nched with sudden pity for her. The
thought of that slender, alive thing
Koine down to tho Icy waters her
soul turned sick with thi dread of It!
In that Instant Sara Wrandall no
philanthropist, no sentimentalist
made up her mind to give this erring
one more than an even chance for sal
vatlon. Sho would boo her safely
across that brldgo and many others
Clod had directed tho footsteps of this
clrl so that she should fall In with
the one best qualified to pass Judg
ment on her. It was In that person's
power to save her or destroy her. The
commandment "Thou shalt not kill.
took on a broader meaning as she con
sldered the power that was hors; the
power to kill.
A great relaxation came over Sara
Wrandall. It was as If every nerve,
every muscle In her body had reached
the snapping point and suddenly had
given way. For a moment her hands
were weak and powerlOBs; her head
fell forward. In an Instant she
conquored but only partially the
strange fooling of lassitude. Then she
realised how tired she was, how fierce
ly the strain had told on bor body and
brain, bow much she had really suf
fered.
Her blurred eyes turned once more
for a look at the girl, who sat there
Just as she had been sitting for miles
her white face standing out with al
most unnatural clearness, and as rigid
as that of a sphinx.
The girl spoke. "Do they hang wom
an In this country r
Mrs. Wrandall started. "In some of
the states," she replied, and was un-
able to account for the swift lmpuls
4o evade.
"Out In tblf state?" persisted the
KJther, almost without a movement Of
"They send them to the electric
chair sometimes," said Mrs. Wran
dall. Thoro was a long silence between
them, broken finally by the girl.
"You have been very kind to me,
madam. I have no means of express
ing my gratitude. I can only say that
I shall bless you to my dying hour.
May I trouble you to sot me down at
the brldgo? I remember crossing one.
I shall bo ablo to"
"No!" cried Mrs. Wrandall shrill,
divining the other's Intention at once.
"You shall not do that I, too, thought
of that as a way out of It for you,
but no, It must not be that Give me
a few minutes to think. I will find a
way."
The girl turned toward her. Her
eyos were burning.
"Do you moan that you will help
me to got away?" she cried, slowly,
Incredulously.
"Let me think!"
"You will lay yourself liable"
"Let me think, I say."
"Dut I mean to surrender mysolf
to-"
"An hour ago you meant to do It
but what were you thinking of ten
minutes ago? Not surrender. You
wore thinking of tho bridge. LUten to
me now: I am euro that I can save
you. I do not know all the all the
circumstances connected with your as
sociation with with that man back
there at the Inn. Twenty-four hours
passed before they were able to Iden
tify him. It Is not unlikely that to
morrow may put them In possession of
the name of the woman who went
1th him to that place. They do not
know it tonight of that I am positive.
You covered your trail too well. But
ou must have been seen with blm
during the day or the night"
The other broke In eagerly: I
don't believe any one knows that I
that I went out there with him. He
arranged It very carefully. Oh, what
beast he was!" The bitterness of
that wall caused tho woman beside her
to cry out as If hurt by a sharp, al
most unbearable pain. For an Instant
sho seemed about to lose control of
horsolf. The car swerved and came
dangerously noar leaving the road.
A full minute passed before she
could trust herself to speak. Then
It was with a deep hoarseness In ber
voice.
You can tell me about It later on,
not now. I don t want to hoar It leu
me, where do you live?"
Tho girl's manner changed so abso
lutely that there could be but ono In
ference; she was acutely suspicious.
Her Hps tightened and her figure
seemed to stiffen In the seat
"Where do you live?" repeated the
other sharply.
"Why should I tell you that? I do
not know you. You"
"You are afraid of mer
"Oh, I don't know what to say, or
what to do," came from the Hps of the
bunted one. "I have no friends, no
one to turn to, no one to help me.
You you can't be so heartless as to
lead me on and then give me up to
God help mo, I I should not bo made
to suffer for what I have done. If you
only knew the circumstances. If you
only knew"
"Stop!" cried the other, In agony.
The girl was bewildered. "You are
so strange. I don t understand
"Wo have but two or three miles to
go, interrupted Mrs. wranaau. we
must think hard and rapidly. Are
you willing to como with me to my
hotel? You will be safo there tor the
present Tomorrow we can plan some
thing for tho future."
If I can only find a place to rest
for a Uttlo while," began the other.
I shall be busy all day, you will not
be disturbed. Hut leave the rest to
me. I shall find a way."
It was nearly three o'clock when
she brought tho car to a stop In front
I
HI iS J
She Sank to the Floor In a Heap.
of a small, exclusive hotel not far
from Central park. The street was
dark and tho vestibule was but dimly
lighted. No attendant was In sight.
"Slip Into this," commanded Mrs.
Wrandall, beginning to divest herself
of her own fur coat "It will cover
your muddy garments. I am quite
warmly dressed. Don t worry, no
quick. For the time being you are my
guoBt here. You will not be ques
tioned. No one need know who you
are. It will not matter If you look dis
tressed. You have just heard of the
dreadful thing that baa happened to
me. You"
"Happened to you?" cried the girl,
drawing the coat about ber.
"A mombor of my family has died
The? know It In the hotel by this
time. I was called to the death bed-
tonight That Is all you will have to
know."
"Oh, I am sorry n
"Come, let us go In. When we
reach my rooms, you may order food
Please try to remember that It Is
who am suffering, not you."
A sleepy night watchman took them
up In the elevator. He was not even
Interested. Mrs. Wrandall did not
speak, but leaned rather heavily on
tho arm of her companion. The door
had no sooner closed behind them
when the girl collapsed. She sank to
the floor In a heap.
"Oet up!" commanded ber hostess
sharply. This was not the time for
soft, persuasive words. "Get up at
onco. You are young and strong. You
must show the stuff you are made of
now It you ever mean to show It I
cannot help you If you quail."
The girl looked up plteously, and
tbon struggled to ber feet She stood
bofore her protectress, weaving like
a frail reed In the wind, pallid to the
lips.
"I bog your pardon," she murmured.
"I will not give way like that again.
I dare nay I am faint I have had no
food, no rest but never mind that
now. Teit me what I am to do. I will
try to obey."
"First of ull, get out of those muddy,
frozen things you have on."
Mrs. Wrandall herself moved stiffly
and with unsteady limbs as she began
to remove hor own outer garments.
The girl mechanically followed her ex
ample. She was a pitiable object In
the strong light of the clectrolior.
Muddy from head to foot, water
stained and bedraggled, her face
streaked with dirt she was the most
unattractive creature one could well
Imagine.
These women, so strangely thrown
together by Fate, maintained an un
broken silence during the long, fumb
ling process of partial disrobing. They
scarcely looked at one another, and
yet they were acutely conscious of the
Interest each felt In the other. The
grateful warmth of the room, the ab
rupt transition from gloom and cheer
lessness to comfortable obscurity, bad
a more pronounced effect on the
stranger than on her hostess.
"It Is good to feel warm once more,"
sho said, an odd tlmldness In her man
ner. "You are very good to me."
They were sitting In Mrs. Wran
dall's bedchamber, Just off the little
sitting-room. Three or four trunks
stood against the walls.
"I dismissed my maid on landing
She robbed me," said Mrs. Wrandall.
voicing the relief that was uppermost
In her mind. She opened a closet
door and took out a thick elder-down
robe, which she tossed across a chair.
"Now call up the office and say that
you are speaking for me. Say to them
that I must have something to eat
no matter what the hour may bo.
will get out sonio clean underwear for
you, and Oh, yes; If they ask about
me, say that I am cold and I1L That
Is sufficient Here Is the bath. Please
he nn ouick about It as possible.'
Moving as It In a dream, the girl
did as she was told. Twenty minutes
later there was a knock at the door.
A waiter appeared with a tray and
service table. He found Mrs. Wran
dall lying back In a chair, attended
by a slender young woman In a pink
eider-down dressing-gown, who gave
hesitating directions to him. Then ho
was dismissed with a handsome up,
Droduced by the same young woman,
You are not to return ior wesu
thlncB." she sold as he went out.
in silence she ate and drank, ner
hostess looking on with gloomy lnter-
oaf Tt was no shock to Mrs. Wran
dall to find that tho girl, who was no
more than twenty-two or three, pos
sessed unusual beauty. Her great eyes
were blue the lovely Irish blue her
skin was fair and smooth, her fea
tures regular and of the delicate mold
that defines the well-bred gentlewom
an at a glance. Her hair, now In or
der, was dark and thick and lay sortiy
about her small ears and nock. ' She
was not surprised, I repeat, for she
had never known Challis Wrandall to
show Interest In any but the moBt
attractive of her sex. She found her
self smiling bitterly as she looked.
But who may know the thoughts or
the other occupant of that llttlo sitting-room?
Who can put herself In
the place of that despairing, hunted
creature who knew that blood was on
the hands with which Bho ate, and
whose eyes were filled with visions of
the death-chair?
So ereat was her fatigue that long
before she finished the meal her tired
lids began to droop, her head to nod
In spasmodic surrenders to an over
oowerlne desire for sleep. Suddenly
sho dropped the fork from her fingers
and sank back In the comfortable
chair, her head resting against the
soft, upholstered back. Her lids fell,
her hands dropped to tho arms of the
chair. A fine line appeared between
her dark eyebrows Indicative of pain.
For many minutes Sara Wranaau
watched the haggardness deepen In
tho face of the unconscious sleeper.
Then, oven as she wonderod at the
act she went over and took up one of
the slim hands In fter own. The hana
of an aristocrat! It lay limp In hers,
and helpless. Long, tapering fingers
and delicately pink with tho return of
warmth.
Rousing herself from the mute con
templation of her charge, she shook
the girl's shoulder. Instantly she was
awake and Btarlng, alarm In her dazed,
bewildered eyos.
"You must go to bed," said Mrs.
Wrandall quietly. "Don't be afraid.
No one will think of coming here."
The girl rose. As she stood before
her benefactress, she heard her mur
mur as If from afar-off: "Just about
your size and figure," and wondered
not a little.
"You may sloep late. I have many
things to do and you will not be dis
turbed. Come, take off your clothes
and get Into my bod. Tomorrow we
will plan further '
"But madam," cried the girl, "I
cannot tak your bed. Where are you
to"
"If I foel like lying down, I shall
He there beside you."
The girl stared. "Lie beside me?
"Yes. Oh, I am not afraid of you,
child. You are not a monster. You
are Just a poor, tired"
"Oh, please don't! Flease!" cried
the other, tears rushing to ber eyes.
She raised Mrs. Wrandall's hand to
her Hps and covered it with kisses.
Long after she went to sleep, Sara
Wrandall stood beside the bed, look
ing down at the paln-strlcken face,
and tried to solve the problem that
suddonly had become a part of ber
very existence.
"It Is not friendship," she argued,
fiercely. "It la not charity, It Is not
humanity. It's the debt I owe, that s
all. Sho did the thing for me that I
could not have done myself because
I loved him. I owe bor something for
that"
Later on she turned her attention
to the trunks. Her decision was made.
"The Black Pile Is Mine, the Gay
Pile la Yoursl"
With ruthless hands she dragged gown
after gown from the "Innovations" and
cast them over chairs, on the floor,
across the foot of the bed; smart
things from Paris and Vienna; ball
gowns, tea gowns, lingerie, blouses,
hats, gloves and all of the countless
things that a woman of fashion and
means Indulges herself In when she
goes abroad for that purpose 'and no
other to epeak of. From the closets sho
drew forth New York "tailor-suits" and
other garments.
Until long after six o'clock she
busied herself over this hugo pile of
costly raiment, portions of which she
had worn but once or twice, some not
at all, selecting certain dresses, hate,
stockings, etc., cack of which she laid
carelessly aside; an Imposing pile of
many hues, all bright and gay and glit
tering. In another heap she laid the
somber things of black; a meager as
sortment as compared to the other.
Then she stood back and surveyed
the two heaps with tired eyes, a curi
ous, almost scornful smile on her
HpB. "There!" she said with a sigh.
"The black pile la mlno, the gay pile
.Is yours," ehe went on, turning toward
tho sleeping girl. "What a travesty I"
Then sho gathered up the soiled gar
ments her charge had worn and cast
them Into the bottom of a trunk, which
she locked. Laying out a carefully se
lected assortment of her own garments
for the girl's use when she aroee, Mrs.
Wrandall sat down beside the bed and
waited, knowing that Bleep would not
come to her.
CHAPTER III.
Hetty Castleton.
At half past six she went to the tele
phone and called for the morning
newspapers. At tho same time sho
asked that a couplo of district messen
ger boys bo sent to her room with the
least possible delay. Tho hushed,
scared voice of the telephone girl
downstairs convinced her that news
of the tragedy was abroad; sho could
Imagine the girl looking at the head
lines with awed eyes even as she re
sponded to the call from "room 416,
and ber shudder aa she realized that
it was the wife of the dead man speak
Ing.
One of the night clorks, pale and
agitated, came up with the papers.
Without as much as a glance at the
headlines, she tossed the papers on
the tablo. "I have sent for two mes
senger boys. It Is too early to ac
complish much by telephone, I fear.
W1U you be so kind as to tolephone at
soven o'clock or a llttlo after to my
apartment? You will find the number
under Mr. Wrandall s name. Please
Inform the butler or his wife that they
may expect me by ten o'clock, and
that I ehall bring a friend with me a
young lady. Kindly have my motor
sent to Haffner's garage, and lookod
after. When tho reporters come, as
they will, please soy to them that I
will see them at my own home at
eleven o'clock."
The clerk, considerably relloved,
took his departure In some haste, and
she was left with the morning papers,
each of which she scanned rapidly,
The details, of course, were meager,
There was a double-leaded account of
her visit to the Inn and her extraor
dinary return to the city. Her chief
Interest however, did not rest In
these particulars, but In the specula
tions of the authorities aa to the Iden
tlty of the mysterious wonfan and
her whereabouts. There was the like
lihood that ehe was not the only one
who had encountered the girl on the
highway or In the neighborhood of the
Inn. So far as she could glean from
the reports, however, no one had seen
the girl, nor was there the slightest
hint offered as to her identity. The
capers of the previous afternoon bad
published lurid accounts of the mur
der, with all of tne Known aotaiis, me
name of the victim at that time still
being a mystery. She remembered
roadlne the story with no little Inter-1
est The only new feature In the case,
therefore, was the Identification of
Challis Wrandall by his "beautiful
wife," and the sensational manner In
which It had been brought about
With considerable Interest she noted
the hour that these dispatches had
been received from "special corre
spondents," and wondered where the
shrewd, lynx-eyed reporters napped
while she was at the Inn. All of the
dispatches were timed three o'clock
and each papor characterized Its Issue
as an "Extra," with Challis Wrandall's
name In huge type across as many
columns as the dignity of the sheet
permitted.
Not a word of the girl I Absolute
mystery!
Mrs. WrandaU returned to her post
besldo the bed of the sleeper In the
adjoining room. Deliberately she
placed the newspaper on a chair near
the girl's pillow, and then raised the
window shades to let in the bard gray
light of early morn.
It was not her present intention to
arouse the wan stranger, who slept as
one dead. So gentle was her breath
ing that the watcher stared In some
fear at the fair, smooth breast that
seemed scarcely to rlBe and fall. For
lone time sho stood beside the bed,
looking down at the face of the sleep
er, a troubled expression In her eyos.
I wonder how many times you were
a 1 I U
seen witu mm, ana wnere, uuo uj
whom," were the questions that ran In
single strain through her mind.
Where do you come from? Where
did you meet him? Who Is there that
knows of your acquaintance wltn
him?"
Her lawyer came in great haste and
perturbation at eight o'clock. In re
sponse to the letter delivered by one
of the messengers. A second letter had
gone by like means to her husband's
brother, Leslie Wrandall, Instructing
him to break the news to bis father
and mother and to come to her apart
ment after he had attended to the re
moval of tho body to tho family homo
near Washington square. She made It
quite plain that she did not want Chai
ns Wrandall's body to He under the
roof that sheltered her.
Hie family had resented their mar
riage. Father, mother and sister had
objected to her from the beginning,
not because she was unworthy, but be
cause ber" tradespeople ancestry was
not so remote as his. She round a
curious sense of pleasure In returning
to them the thing they prized bo high
ly and surrendered to her with such
bitterness of heart She had not been
good enough for him; that was their
attitude. Now she was returning him
to tbcm, as one would return an article
that hnd been tested and found to be
worthless. She would have no more
of him!
Carroll, her lawyer, an elderly man
of vast experience, was not surprised
to find her qulto calm and reasonable
He had come to know her very well
In the past fow years. He bad been
her father's lawyer up to the time of
that excellent tradesman's demise, and
he had settled the estate with such un
usual dispatch that the heirs there
were many of them regarded him as
an admirable person and kept hlra
busy ever afterward stralgtenlng out
their own affairs. Which goes to prove
that policy Is often better than hon
esty.
I quite understand, my dear, that
while It Is a dreadful shock to you,
you are perfectly reconciled to the
er to the well, I might say the cul
mination of his Uoublcs," said Mr.
Carroll tactfully, after she had re
lated for his benefit the story of the
night's adventure, with reservation
concerning the girl who slumbered In
the room beyond.
Hardly that Mr. Carroll. Resigned,
porhaps. I can t say that I am recon
ciled. All my life I shall reel tnai
have been cheated," she said.
He looked up sharply. Something in
her tone puzzlod him. "Cheated, my
doar? Oh, 1 see. Cheated out of years
and years of happiness. I see."
She bowed her head. Neiuier spose
for a full minute.
"It's a horrible thing to say, Sara,
but this tragedy does away with an
other and perhaps more unpleasant al
ternative: the divorce I have been
urging you to consider for so long."
"Yes, we are spared all that ne
said. Then she met his gaze wltn a
sudden flash of anger In her eyos. "But
I would not have divorced him never.
You understood that, didn't you?"
"You couldn't have gone on for ever,
my dear child, enduring the"
Sho stopped him with a sharp excla
mation. "Why discuss It now? Let
the past take care of Itself, Mr. Car
roll. The past came to an end night
before last, so far as I am concerned. I
want advice for the future, not for the
past."
He drew back, hurt by ber manner.
She was quick to see that sho had of
fended him. '
"I beg your pardon, my best of
friends," she cried earnestly.
Ho smiled. "If you will take pres
ent advice, Sara, you will let go of
yourself for a spell and seo If tears
won't relieve the tension under"
"Tears!" she cried. "Why should I
give way to tears? What have I to
weep for? That man up there In the
country? The cold, dead thing that
spent its last living moments without
a thought of love for me? Ah, no, my
friend; I shed all my tears while he
was alive. There are none left to be
shed for him now. Ho exacted his
full share of them. It was his pleas
ure to wring thcra from me because
be knew I loved him. She leaned for
ward and spoke slowly, distinctly, so
that he would never forget the words.
"But listen to me, Mr. Carroll. You
also know that I loved him. Can you
believe me when I say to you that I
hate that dead thing up there in Bur
ton's Inn as no one ever hated before?
Can vou understand what I mean? I
hate that dead body, Mr. Carroll. I
loved tho life that was In It It was
the life of hlra that I loved, the warm,
appealing life of him. It has gone out
Some one less amiablo than 1 suffered
at his hands and well, that Is enough.
I hate the dead body sho left behind
her, Mr. Carroll."
Tho lawyer wiped the cool moisture
from his brow.
"I think I understand." he said, but
he was filled with wonder. "Extraor
dinary! Ahem! I should say Ahem!
Dear me! Yes, yes I've never really
thought of it In that light"
"I dare say you haven't," she said,
lying back In the chair 'as if suddenly
exhausted.
"By tho way, my dear, have you
breakfasted?"
"No. I hadn't given it a thought
Perhaps It would be better If I bad
seme coffee "
"I will ring for a waiter," he said,
springing to hie feet
"Not now, please. I have a young
friend In tho other room a guest who
arrived lost night She will attend
to It when sho awakes. Foor thing, it
has been dreadfully trying for her."
"Good heaven, I should think so."
said ho. with a glance at the closed
door. "Is she asleep?"
"Yes. I shall not call-her until you
have gone."
"May I Inquire"
"A girl I met recently an Englinh
girl," said she succinctly, and forth
with changed the subject "There are
a few necessary details that must be
attended to, Mr. Carroll. That Is why
I sent for you at this early hour. Mr.
Leslie Wrandall will take charge
Ah!" she straightened up suddenly.
"What a farce It Is going to be!"
(TO BE CONTINUKD.)
Overexertion.
"You frown like a pessimist."
wen,' repnea mo patient nun
"that's what I get for won-yin ,
self half to death trying to Ihlnkfl
something to be optimistic abur
BLOTCHES COVERED LIMBS
19 Roach St., Atlanta, Uu. "A rc
months ago I bad soma kind of ik:t
eruption that spread until my Htobi
and feet were covered with blutcbet
and watery blisters. It lookud lik,
eczema. When tho trouble nache
my neck and face I was almost drives
frantic. It itched and stung aa &
tensoly that I could not sleep or
any clothing on the affected parts. Alt
er two months I commenced to im
Cuticura Soap and Ointment und a!t
two days I noticed Improvement at!
In six days the trouble left. .My sii
was fair and smooth again au th
eruption never returned.
"My cousin was a sufferer from pin.
pies, known as acne, on his fare aiij I
seemed to grow worse all the time.
recommended Luticura boai ani
Ointment to him and now liU lac.
Is smooth for tho first time in tlir
years and he owes It all to ('uticiin
Soap and Ointment.' (blginili Y.'ii
ter Uattlt), Oct. 7, 1912.
Cuticura Soap and Ointtmnt tol: I
throughout the world. Sampli-ofuc:
free.wlth 32-p. Skin Book. Addn-mpor
card "Cuticura, Dopt. L, Boston. ' Ait
Army's Fight on Typhoid.
The edicacy of tho treat nn nl of!
pbold by vaccination Is fstabli.-lndl
tint remarkable statistics (or t:
Vniled States army during last i-
w hen only two cases of typlmiil fnt
among the enlisted force (if 8),
were recorded. IT tun two ciisrj, ot
was that of u man who hud not b
treated with the vaccine; tlm o'.i-1
was among the troops in Cliina. Tt
mun hud been Immunized in Kill, b. I
the history of. the case Is in doubt.
Before the vaccine treatment k
adopted the typhoid nverage w;isl
1,000; In 1910, before InoculuMou nl
practised, the rule was a
In 1911 It dropped to 0.S0, mid in u:.
to 0.25. .Engineering Heconl.
Couldn't Blame to Pump.
A lumberman having nwakcii'd'
a Sunday morning In u "dry ton
ofter a big spree of the nij;lit b'
searched his nockets in vain. Fc.l
very thirsty, he rcineinli' n J su:
bling over a pump in the alley M
of the hotel.
lie hastened to the pump and 11
gan pumping, hut without re?ulu, ,
1 1, mi in n li.-ul not been nrinnl. I-
slowly backed away and, eyeing f.
pump, said: "Well, I don't hlatne Ji
for not working, anyhow, i woult
patronize you when I hud money."
Pleasant for Preacher.
A mother sent her little d.iu
down to open tho door and ciiUrtj
the minister, Mr. Mlack, wliiln she .
ished dressing. When she uppei.-1
the little kitten ran in ahead o! M
and the tiny maiden lumped UP i
down and screamed at the top of b I
voice: "Oh, kitty, kitty, go out, que..
The mother was horrilied. and sa
"Daughter, what makes yon act k
"Well, mother, dad said hint c-
'that Mr. Ulack's sermons Mere em.
to make a cat sick,' und 1 don't
mine sick."
Consolation.
YeuHl It is said that o Ilftiml
illr will- lin elvell bv a cow W'-1
sung to aa sho is milked.
Ci imsonbeak After ail, there sM
to be some good reasons w liy 1
Qiinrfl.l thuiilc his lucky slurs twi
was not born a cow,
fin
ACT ON FIRST IMPRESSIONS!
Old Adage That "He Who Hesitates
Is Lost," Is a whole Bundle
of Truth.
In a letter to a friend at a great
moral crlsiB In his life Darwin ex
pressed an observation which Is con
firmed by general experience, me
action which had suggested itself to
him when he Brat taced the crlals he
had condemned as dishonorable. On
further consideration, when he was
sorely tempted to proceed, he told his
friend of the struggle he was having,
but addod, "First Impressions are gen
erally right," and he proposed to stand
by his first Impression that the course
In view would be dishonorable.
When a moral Question Involving
difficulties Is put up to a person bis
first Impression is on the merits ot
the question, without reference to the
difficulties of the course. Later the
difficulties begin to loom up, and cau
tion is apt to get the better ot the
doubter.
Reflection on a matter of disagree
able duty often paralyzes action. The
adage, "He who hesitates Is lost" em
bodies a store of wisdom.
Saying Came True.
The discovery that Scottish bank
notes have actually been forged with
in the walls of Peterhead convict
prison recalls an amuBlng incident
Unlike the notes of the Bank of
England (which are destroyed as soon
as they Dnd their way back to the
bank), notes on Scottish banks are put
In circulation again and again. The
result Is that some of these notes get
very dirty, the one-pound notes get-
tins Dartlcularly grubby and worn
In the course of their travels.
An English barrlatar who was one
given a sheaf of these notes In pay
ment of a large amount, regarded
them with horror for a few seconds.
holding thorn delicately between bis
thumb and finger.
"Now," he Bald, holding them at
arm's length, "now I understand the
meaning of that saying about "filthy
lucer.' "
Triumph of Rusttan Art
Russian art has captured the world,
and today many Influences are accept
ed from the Slavonio people. Not In
opera and dancing alone, says the Pall
Mall Gazette, do the subjects ot the
Tsar excel, but long centuries ago the
peasants in remote and snow-bound
districts bad evolved art Ideas for
themselves, and they worked away
quietly during the winter evenings.
Hands, horny with the toll ot cultivat
ing the land, all winter produced mar
vels of delicate lace and of wood carv
ing as fine as any weft made on the
pillows during the summer. Recently
tho Industries have become known be
yond the confines ot a district that for
seven months In the year holds Its folk
snowed up In their bumble houses.
Credulous.
"Yep," said Enoch Flint, lounging
comfortably on the porch of the
Squam Corners grocery, "when I was
over to Russctvllle I seen a mighty
queer critter that they called a calf,
for want of a better name. Its mother
was a cow, an' It had the body an'
legs of a calf, an' tho feet wings an'
bill of a goose. On Its head It bad
feathers In the place o' hair. In the
daytime It bloats like a calf, an' at
night It honks like a goose."
"Wal, I'll be gol-twlsted!" ejaculat
ed Jason Squancb. "I must go right
home and tell mother about that"
Puck.
Some men are troubled with U'M
rary deafness; It all depend on !
Is talking and what Is wanuu.
lln.l Inek In nnn of the thi"sll
comes to those who sit down
LIVING ADVERTISEMENT
Glow of Health Speaks for Poi'l
It requires no scientific tralntai j
discover whether coffee disagrf
not.
Simply stop it for a time
and
u. i i., nr it then no""
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Dcneuciai uueuiu. j
pear.
"It unnra urn I Wflg In 1
-J 4 ... n -
condition," writes a Tenn.
suffered from Indigestion,
ness and insomnia.
"I was then an Inveterate e
drinker, but It was long b furo '
lair
be persuaded that It was -''
;JC"
JV.U vww " I'iTl
hurt n. mnnllv I rtec den i" I
off a fow days and find out tt,f!J
"Tho first morning I h,(l f
I had a raging headache, so ' J
f tnno hava anniptlllllg 1 lJ j
anwuv m...w ' - . ,,,, ,
,nfin " mm head!!"1'.
caused by tho reaction v -
A
"Having hoard of Tostum wJ
friend who used It, l doiik-'
and tried It. I did not like
but after I learned how to v
right, according to directions
I would not change tack to
anything. m$
...tTi t i rt use 1
an.. MnW I 1
weigneu oniy in iu-
170 and as I have not tune" -
. .u it f n ntilt atlrl .
Ill UIUI. UIUO 4 inn g;
present good health to tho
turn In place of coffee.
"My husband says I flm '
vertisement for rostum.
Name given by the Vosm
tie Creek, Mien. ,.rJ
rostum now comea
Regular Postum niu"'
boiled. 15c. and 2c P"0"8,,,.
Instant Postum is a ' (
dor. A teaspoonful dlssoiyj
In a cup of hot water n"; v
and sugar, makes a d'll'Bi
age Instantly 30o ond 60c i
The cost per cup ot
about the same. ,,
"There's a Reason for 1 c
soiu
and drink. You must do It Dot
Itho lips.