THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBUEG, PA. The Hollow ' Not Out of Place. Twamley Wouldn't girls look funny If they had niustachos on their lips? . Suiutny I guess they have them there pretty often, but the lights aro generally turned too low to see If they look funny. of Her Hand SYNOPSIS. phalli Wrandall I found murdered In ",.. nr Nw York Mr. Wran- m ,t the boily. A youtiK woman who ac I n i- an miitnilRll lrwili ilia viij oiiu iu'it- imonnled Wrandall 10 we inn ana ub- u,ty iimapiwarcn. i ....hill u tiiam. had I'd UBOTCtCd. a Kay life r ,,t hark for New York In an auto dur- 1 1 " . fin ttlA Matt a t -rt II H WHO. MIK niawunii t blinding now ""' y" mofti a younir woman In th road 5 ranlull. Feelln- that the irl had done I r a Vrvlc. In rld.lln her of the man io ihotigh he loved him deeply, had m ,inl her (tmat aorrow. Mra. Wrandall I ermine. ! ihlaM her and take her to C, rn home. Mra. Wrandall hear the J ,rv nf Hetty Caatleton' life, except that ;", that relate, to Wrandall This tury of the tragedy she forbid t. girl ever to ten. dub i.uoij m, friendship and security from peril m aeemint of th. trniredy. Mr, fiarri f-iindnll and HottV attend the funeral Vhullla Wrandall at th home of hi aarrnls. CHAPTER IV Continued neildo Sara Wrandall, on the email, k divan, sat a stranger In this bohv r company: a yuuug ( irk, whoso pale face was uncovered. i,j whoiie lashes were lifted ao rareiy A at one rould not know of the deep Hal pain uiai in uoumu u,u, .u Ish blue eyes. She had arrived at the house an ,ur or two bofore the time set for 1- ..!. , U n i ceremony, in cuiuuuuy uu hid iilow. True to her resolution, tne tidow of Chains Wrandall had re- tjlurd away from the home of his pie until the last hour. She had Son consulted, to be sure, In regard the final arrangements, but the etlngs hnd taken place in her own jWiniunt, many blocke distant from J.) house In lower Fifth avenue. The (jvrnoon before she had received lidmond Wrandall and Leslie, his in. She had not sent for them. They avoo perfunctorily and not through aW tense of obligation. These two s) leant knew that sympathy was not 4hat the wanted, but peace. Twice tiring the two trying days, Leslie had time to see her, Vivian telephoned, ton the occasion of hie first visit, Cr.ilie had met the guest in the bouse. 15.9 second time he called, he made It a point lo ask Sara all about ber, Jli wag he wbo gently closed the Kir after the two women when, on tf morning of the funeral, they en- Ured the dark, flower-laden room in Jiiirb stood the casket containing the ttly of his brother. He left them tltme together In that room for halt I hour or more, and it was he who j:it forward to meet them when they (:ne forth. Sura leaned on his arm U she ascended the stairs to the room wt-re the others were waiting. The Jinn-faced girl followed. (Mm. Wrandall, the elder, kissed J; a and drew her down beside her the couch. To her own surprise, as ell as (hat of the others, Sara broke Jin and wept bitterly. After all. e was sorry for Chains' mother. It the human instinct, she could not IN out against It. And the older wproan put away the ancient grudge e held against this mortal enemy ad dlf8olved Into tears of real com Pi"sion. Ja little later she whispered broken- in Sara's ear: "My dear, my dear, 4ls has brought ue together. I hope Tf will learn to love me." j-drn caught her breath, but uttered J word. She looked into her mother Iaw s eyes, and smiled through her irs. The Wrandalls, looking on in tuze, a the smile reflected In the W'i of the older woman. Then it was lit Vivian crossed quickly and put f arms about the shoulders of her I'fr in law. The white flag on both letty Castleton stood alone and wa ving, Just Inside the door. No Banger situation could be Imagined the one In which this unfortunate r ,0UI11 herself at the present mo J nt. She was virtually in the hands 1 those who would destroy her; she J in the house of those who moot f Ply were affected by her act on ft fatal night. Among them all she ?"u, iac ne them itainin. v, Pans and sohs, and vet her limb did f live way beneath her. . . . ms one gently touched her arm. Leslie. Shn ahranlr KU r'Ul look in ir i- u i u . ;cb, iu iuo nil- nfss he fniied to note the expres- ,Pn't you sit here?" he asked. In W the Utile pink divan against C ,"ForB've me for letting you H o lone." jte looked about her, the wild light " 'n nor eyes. Sh u. ..t I n ll.. . . . a,. ' "ru, oui me r" mix nft, i t word of I' , ,"" nt come forth, A Btrange, T "lUlllt sound, almost a gasp, . Pallid b . .h.f instead. V 'imply to the divan, and dug S fasei . the BaUny 8eat- A I'jWnated, she stared over the J heads of the three women ,mme. ith 1 rnt 01 her at the fu St frnP ,r,alt banKln wne" the s r a dashing youth in riding i later Barm WrandaU came dTh hor- The girl warm I th a m'Khty rhl11 when tils iB,r,oped k in a flrm cia,,p- H -nw " kl88ed me'" W-Porad It ,D you seer fta 0 fl7?notreP,y- She could KeSn ,tbeopeBdoor- A ema11' VI ma" come up from "hlsk man with short '1 i era, and a sepulchral look P from't Then' having received a It mlnn 'e' he away. Al- tiote ', y ,cara from some distant Inn ??not the house. iiy !,,. - " aier, me per tflulated VOIce ofa manpln iiLLin Uq q , indai,.. I' WrandallB; beside her, fDtiaii8: ueneath her, friendB of the would "hble, those iU Join With hn hlnV copr?CffrjW2 raven-like specters in tearing her to pieces if tbey but knew! The droning voice came up from be low, each well-chosen word distinct and clear: tribute beautiful to the irre proachable character of the deceased. Leslie watched the face of the girl, curiously fascinated by the set, emo tionless features, and yet without a conscious interest in her. He was dully sensible to the fact that she was beautiful, uncommonly beautiful. It did not occur to hlra to feel that she waa out of place among them, that sti4 belonged down stairs. Somehow she was a part of the surroundings, like the specter at the feast. If he could have witnessed all that transpired while Sara was in the room below with her gueBt her companion, as be had come to regard her without having In fact been told as much he would have been lost In a maze of the most overwhelming emotions. To go back: The door had barely closed behind the two women when Hetty's trembling knees gave way be neath her. With a low moan of hor ror, she slipped to the floor, covering ber face with ber hands. Sara knelt beBide ber. "Come," she said gently, but firmly; "I must exact this much of you. If we are to go on together, as we have planned, you must stand beside me at bis bier. Together we must look upon him for the laBt time. You must see him as I saw him up there in the country. I bad my cruel blow that night. It is your turn now. I will not blame you for what you did. Dut if you expect me to go on believing that you did a brave thing that night, you must convince me that you are not a coward now. It le the only test I shall put you to. Come; I know it is hard, I know it Is terrible, but it la the truo test of your ability to go through with it to the end. I shall know then that you have the courage to face anything that may come up." She waited a long time, ber hand pn the girl's shoulder. At last Hetty arose. "You are right," she said hoarsely "I Bhould not be afraid." Later on they Bat over against the wall beyond the casket, Into which they had peered with widely varying emotions. Sara had said: "You know that I loved him." The girl put her hande to her eyes and bowed ber head. "Ob, how can you be so merciful to me?" "Because be was not," said Sara, white-lipped. Hetty glanced at the half-averted face with queer, Indescrlb able expression In her eyes. If Leslie Wrandall could have looked in upon them at that moment, or at any time during the half on hour that followed, he would have known who was the slayer of his brother, but it le doubtful if he could have bad the heart to denounce her to the world When they weee ready to leave the room Hetty had regained control of her nerves to a most surprising extent. a condition unmistakably due to the Influence of the older woman. "I can trust myself now, Mrs. Wran dall," said Hetty steadily as they hes ltated for an Instant before turning the knob of the door. "Then I shall ask you to open the door," said Sara, drawing back. Without a word or a look, Hetty opened the door and permitted the other to pass out bofore her. Then ehe followed, closing It gently, even deliberately, but not without a swift glance over her shoulder into the depths of the room they were leaving. Of the two, Sara Wrandall was the paler as they went up the broad stair case wJth Leslie. , The funeral oration by the Rev. Dr. Maltby dragged on. Among all his hearers there was but one who be lieved the . things be said of Challis Wrandall, and she was one of two per sons wbo, eo they saying goes, are Hetty's Trembling Knees Gave Way Beneath Her. the last to find a man out; his mother and his sister. But in this Instance the mother waa alone. The silent, attentive guests on the lower floor listened In grim approval: Dr. Maltby was doing himself proud. Not one but all of them knew that Maltby knew. And yet how soothing he was. By the end of the week the murder of Challis Wrandall was forgotten by all save the police. The lnqueet was over, the law was baffled, the city was serenely waiting for IU next sensa tion. No one cared. Leslie Wrandall went down to the steamer to Bee his sister-in-law off for Europe. "Qoodby, Miss Castleton," he said, as he shook the hand of the slim young Englishwoman at parting. "Take good care of Sara. She needs a friend, a good friend, now. Keep her over there until ih has forgotten." George Barr McCutcheon &r carta mm srsa7wrcw: corymn;r)2 3YPODD,w:iDZrcortPAtY CHAPTER V. Discussing a 8isterln-Law. "You remember my sister-in-law, don't you, Brandy?" was the question that Leslie Wrandall put to a friend one afternoon, as they eat drearily in a window of one of the fashionable up town clubs, a little more than a year after the eventa described in the fore going chapters. Drearily, I have Bald, for the reason that It was Sunday, and raining at that. "I met Mrs. Wrandall a few years ago In Rome," said bis companion, re newing Interest in a conversation that bad died some time before of its own exhaustion. "She's most attractive. I saw her but once. I think it was at somebody's fete." "She's returning to New York the end of the month," said Leslie. "Been abroad for over a year. She bad a villa at Nice thl winter." "I remember ber quite well. I was of an age then to be particularly sen sitive to female loveliness. If I'd been staying on in Rome, I should have screwed up the courage, I'm sure, to have asked her to alt for me." Brandon Booth was of an old Phila delphia family: an old and wealthy family. Loth views considered, he was qualified to walk hand In glove with the fastidious Wrandalls. Leslie's mother was charmed with him be cause she was also the mother of Viv ian. The fact that he went in for por trait painting and seemed averse to subsisting on the generosity of his father, preferring to live by his tal ent, In no way operated against him, so far as Mrs. Wrandall was con cerned. That was his lookout, not hers; if he elected to that sort of thing, all well and good. He could afford to be eccentric; there remained, In the perspective he scorned, the bulk of a hugo fortune to offset whatever idiosyncrasies ho might choose to cul tlvate. Some day, In spite of himself, she contended serenely, he would be very, very rich. What could be more desirable than fame, family and for tune all heaped together and thrust upon one exceedingly Interesting and handsome young man? He had been the pupil of celebrated draftsmen and painters in Europe, and bad exhibited a sincerity of purpose that was eurprlslng, all things con- sldered. The mere fact that he was not obliged to paint in order to obtain a living was sufficient cause for won. der among the artists he met and studied with or under. Ills studio In New York was not a fashionable resting place. It was a workshop. You could have tea there, of course, and you were sure to meet people you knew and liked, but It was quite as much of a workshop aa any you could mention. He was not a dabbler In art, not a mere dauber of pigments: be was an artist. Booth was thirty perhaps a year or two older; tall, dark and good look ing. The air of the thoroughbred marked bim. He did not affect loose, flowing cravats and baggy trousers, nor was he careless about his finger nails. He wae simply the ordinary, every-day sort of chap you would meet in Fifth avenue during parade hours, and you would take a second look at him because of his face and manner but not on account of bis dress. Some of his ancestors came over ahead of the Mayflower, but he did not gloat. Leslie Wrandall was his closest friend and harshest critic. It didn't really matter to Booth what Leslie said ot his paintings: ne quite under stood that be didn't know anything about them. "When does Mrs. Wrandall return?" asked the painter, after a long period of alienee spent in contemplation of the gleaming pavement beyond the club's window. "That's queer," said Leslie, looking up. "I waa thinking of Sara myeelf. She sails next week. I've had a let ter asking me to open hor house in the country. Her place is about two miles from father's. It hasn't been opened in two years. Her father built It fifteen or twenty years ago, and left It to her when he died. She and Challis spent several summers there." "Vivian took me through It one aft ernoon last summer." "It must have been quite as much of a novelty to her as It was to you, old chap," said Leslie gloomily. "What do you mean?" "Vivian's a bit of a snob. She never liked the place because old man Oooch built it out of worsteds. She never went there." But the old man's been dead for years." That doesn't matter. The fact Is, Vivian didn't quite take to Sara until after well, until after Challis died. We're dreadful snobs, Brandy, the whole lot of us. Sara was quite good enough for a much better man than my brother. She really couldn't help j the worsteds, you know. Im very fond of her, and always have been. We're pals. 'Gad, it was a fearful slap at the home folks when Challis justi fied Sara by getting snuffed out the way he did." Booth made an attempt to change the subject, but Wrandall got back to It. Since then we've all been exceed ingly sweet on Sara. Not because we want to be, mind you, but because we're afraid ehe'll marry some chap who wouldn't be acceptable to as." "I should consider that a very neat way out of it," said Booth coldly. "Not at all. You see, Challis was fond of Sara, In spite ot everything. He left a will and under It she came In for all he bad. Aa that Includes a third Interest in our extremely refined and Irreproachable business, it would be a deuce of a trick on us if she mar ried one of the common people and eet him up amongst us, willy-nilly. We don't want strange bedfellows. We're too snug and I might say, too smug. Down in her heart mother le Baying to herself it would be just like Sara to get even with us by doing just that sort of a trick. Of course Sara Is rich enough without accepting a sou under the will, but she's a canny person. She hasn't handed it back to us on a silver platter, with thanks; still, on the other band, she refuse to meddle. She makes us feel pretty small. She won't sell out to us. She just sits tight That's what gets under the skin with mother." "I wouldn't aay that, Les, if I were In your place." "It Is a rather priggish thing to say, isn't it?" "Rather." "You see, I'm the only one who really took sides with Sara. I forget myself sometimes. She was such brick, all those years." Booth was silent for a moment, not ing tbe reflective look in his coinpan ion's eyes. "I suppose tbe police haven't given i ll w n1 "You Must Play the Game, Hetty." up tbe hope that sooner or later the er the woman will do something to give herself away," said he. "They don't take any stock in my theory that she made way with herself the same ulght. I wae talking with tbe chief yesterday. He says that anyone who had wit to cover up her tracks as she did, la not the kind to make way with herself. Perhaps he's right. It sounds reasonable. 'Gad, I felt sorry for the poor girl they had up last spring. She went through the third degree, if ever anyone did, but, by Jove, she came out of It all right The Aehtley girl, you remember. I've dreamed about that girl, Brandy, and what they put her through. It's a sort of nightmare to me, even when I'm awako. Oh, they've questioned others as well, but sho was tbe only one to have the screws twisted In just that way." "Where Is she now?" "She's comfortable enough now, When I wrote to Sara about what she'd been through, she settled a neat bit of money on her, and she'll never want for anything, She'a out west somewhere, with her mother and sis ters. I tell you, Sara's a wonder. She's got a heart of gold." "I look forward to meeting her, old man. "I waa with her for a few weeks this winter. In Nice, you know. Vlv Ian stayed on for a week, but mother had to get to the baths. 'Gad, I be lieve she bated to go. Sara's got a most adorable girl staying with ber. A daughter ot Colonel Castleton, and she'a connected In eomo way with the Murgatroyds old Lord, Murgatroyd, you know. I think her mother was a niece ot the old boy. Anyhow, mother and Vivian have taken a great fancy to hor. That's proof of the pudding.' "I think Vivian mentioned a com panlon ot some sort" "xou wouiun t exactly call her a companion," said Leslie. "She's got money to burn, I take it. Quite keeps up with Sara In making it fly, and that's saying a good deal for ber resources. I think it's a pose on ber part, this calling herself a companion. An Eng lish joke, eh? As a matter of fact, she's an old frlond of Sara's and my brother's too. Knew them In England. Most delightful girl. Oh, I say, old man, she's the one for you to paint" Leslie waxed enthusiastic. "A type, a positive type. Never saw such eyes In all my life. Dammit, they baunt you. You dream about 'em." "You seem to be hard hit," said Booth indifferently. He was watching the man In the "slicker" through moody eyes. "Ob, nothing like that," disclaimed Leslie with unnecessary promptness. "But If I were given to that eort of thing, I'd be bowled over in a minute. Positively adorable face. If I thought you had it in you to paint a thing as It really Is I'd commission you myself to do a miniature for me, just to have It around where I could pick it up when I liked and boni It between my hands, just as I've often wanted to hold the real thing." Sara Wrandall returned to New York at the end ot the month, and Leslie met her at the dock, as he did on an occasion fourteen months ear lier. Then she came In on a fierce gale from the wintry Atlantic; this time the air was soft and balmy and sweet with the kindness of spring. It waa May and the sea was blue, the land was green. Again she went to the email, exclu sive hotel near the park. Her apart ment was closed, tbe butler and his wife and all ot'tholr hastily recruited company being in the country, await ing her arrival from town. Leslie at tended to everything. Ho lent his re sourceful man servant and his motor to his lovely sister-in-law, and saw to It that bis mother and Vivian Bent flowers to tbe ship. Redmond Wran- j mm dall called at the hotel immediately after banking hours, klescd bis daughter-in-law, and delivered an ultimatum second-hand from the power at home: she was tocome to dinner and bring Miss Castleton. A little quiet family dinner, you know, because they were all In mourning, he said In conclusion, vaguely realizing all the while that It really wasn't necessary to supply the information, but, for the life of him, unable to think of anything else to say under the circumstances. Some. how it seemed to him that while Sara was In black she was not In mourning in tbe same sense that the rest of them were. It seemed only right to acquaint her with the conditions In his household. And he knew that ho de served the scowl that Leslie bestowed upon him. Sara accepted, much to his surprise and gratification. He had been rather dubious about it It would not have surprised him In the least if she bad declined the Invitation, feollng, as he did, that be bad in a way come to her with a white flag or an olive branch or whatever It is that a combative force utilizes when It wants to sur render In the cause of humanity. As soon as they were alone Hetty turned to hor frlond. "Oh, Sara, can't you go without me? Toll them that I am 111 suddenly 111. I I don't think It right or honorable of me to accept " Sara shook her head, and the words died on the girl's lips. "You mut play the game, Hetty.' "It's very hard," murmured the other, hor face very white and bleak. "I know, my dear," said Sara gently. "If thoy should ever find out," gasped the girl, suddenly giving way to tbe dread that bad been lying dor mant all those months. "They will never know tbo truth unless you choose to enlighten them said Sara, putting her arm about the girl's shoulders and drawing her close. "You never cease to be wonderful. Sara so very wonderful," cried the girl, with a look of worship in her eyee. sara regarded ner in suenct ror a moment, reflecting. Then, with a swift rush of tears to her eyes, she cried fiercely: "You must never, never tell me all that happened, Hetty I You must not speak it with your own lips." Hetty s eyes grew dark with pain and wonder. "That Is tho thing I can't under stand In you, Sara," she said slowly. "We must not speak of it!" Hetty's bosom heaved. "Speak of It!" she cried, absolute agony In her voice. "Have I not kept it locked In my heart since that awful day " "Hush!" "I shall go mad If I cannot talk with you about" "No, no! It Is the forbidden sub ject! I know all that I should know- all that I care to know. We nave not said so much as this In months lo ages, it seems. Let sleeping dogs lie We are better off, my dear. I coula not touch your lips again." "I I can't bear the thought ot that!" "Kiss me now, Hotty." "I could die for you, Sara," cried Hetty, as she impulsively obeyed tbe command. "I mean that you shall live for me." said Sara, smiling through her tears. How silly of me to cry. It must be the room we are in. These are the same rooms, dear, that you came to on the night we met Ah, bow old I feel!" "Old? You say that to me? I am agee and ages older than you," cried Hetty, the color coming back to ber soft cheeks. "You are twenty-three." "And you are twenty-eight." Sara hnd a far-away look in her eyes. "About your size and figure," said she, and Hetty did not compre hend. CHAPTER VI. Southlook. Sara Wrandall' house In the coun try stood on a wooded knoll overlook ing the sound. It was rather remotely CURE DOGS OF EATING EGGS Small Amount of Tartar Emetlo Wl'l Break the Habit, According to Authority. When eggs are bringing top rices In the market nothing Is more dis couraging than to find, on making the round ot the nests that tbe dog has been there before you. Often this parasite on hennery profits Is a fam ily pet that the owners do not wish to kill. But as with other pests, remedy lies only with killing or curing. Here Is a cure which I have used success fully: Buy one dram of tartar emetic this is a poison and should be handled w ith the greatest of care. Under no circumstances sholud the powder be placed where it Is accessible to chil dren. Pip a small piece out of an eggshell, pour out a little of the contents and put about aa much of the tartar emetlo as will cover the point of a small pocket knife Into the shell. Paste a small piece of white paper over the broken portion, and place the egg In one of the nests, preferably In a se cluded spot, where the dog has been accustomed to pilfer. Put It where he can get It quickly before tbe hens have a chance to crack the treated egg. Having eaten this poison the do( be located, so far as neighbors were con cerned. Her father, Sebastian Gooch, shrewdly foresaw the day when land in this particular section of the sub urban world would return dollars for pennies, and wisely bought thousands of acres: woodland, meadowland, beachland and hills, inserted between the environs of New York city and the rich towns up the const. Years afterward he built a commodious sum mer home on the choicest point that his property afforded, named it South look, and transformed that particular part of his wilderness Into a million aire's paradise, where be rould dawdle and putter to his heart's content, where be could spend his time and bis money with a prodigality that came so late in life to him that he made waste ot both In his haste to live down a rather parsimonious past. Two miles and a half awayi in tbe heart of a scattered colony of puree proud New Yorkers, was the country home of the Wrandalls, an Imposing place and older by far than South look. It had descended from well worn and tlme-stalued ancestors to Redmond Wrandall, and, with others of Its kind, looked with no little scorn upon the modern, mushroom struc tures that sprouted from the seeds ot trade. There was no friendship be tween the old and the now. lch had recourse to a bitter contempt for tbe other, though consolation was small In comparison. It was In the wooded by-ways of this despised domuln that Challis Wran drill and Sara, the earthly daughter of Midas, met and loved and defied all things supernul, for matches ara made In heaven. Their marriage did not open the gates of Nineveh. Sebas tian Gooch'e paradise was more com pletely ostracised than It was before the disaster. Tbe Wrandalls spoke of It as a disaster. Clearly the old merchant was not over-pleased with hlu daughter's choice, a conclusion permanently es tablished by tho alteration he made In his will a year or two after the mar riage. True, he left the vast estate to bis beloved daughter Sara, but he fast ened a stout string to it, and with this string her hands were tied. It must have occurred to him that Chal lis was a profligate In more ways than ono, for he deliberately stipulated in his will that Sara was not to sell a foot of the ground until a period of twenty years had elapsed. A very polite way, it would seem, of making hie investment Bate in the face of con siderable odds. He lived long enough after the mak ing of his1 will, I am happy to relate, to find that he hud made no mistake. As he preceded his son-in-law into the great beyond by a scant three years, it readily may be seen that he wrought too well by far. Seventeen unneces sary years of proscription remained, and he had not. Intended them for Sara alone. He was not afraid of Sara, but for her. When the will was read and the con dition revealed, Challis Wrandall took it in perfect good humor. He had tbe grace to proclaim In the bosom of bis father's family that the old gentleman was a father-in-law to be proud of. "A canny old boy, ne nnu announced with his most engaging smllo, quite free from rancor or resentment Chnl- Us was well acquainted with himself. And so the acres were strapped to gether snugly and firmly, without bo much as a town lot protruding. So impressed was Challis by the far sightedness ot his father-in-law that he forthwith sat him down and made will of his own. He would not have It snld that Sara's father did a whit better by her than he would do. He left everything be possessed to ' his wlfo, but put no string to it, blandly implying that all danger would be past when Bhe came into possession. There was a sort of grim humor In the way he managed to present him self to view as the real and ready source of peril. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Gigantic Operation. Earth excuvated from Panama canal was sufficient to build sixty-three pyr amids the size of that of Cheops. comes violently sick and will subse quently shun eggs. This means of curing the habit, though drastic, Is effectual. It will not result in the death of tbe dog unless an overdose Is given. Some farmers use red pepper In stead of tbo tartar emetic, a pinch ot pepper concealed In a baited egg often being effectual. Throughout the Bouthorn states Indian turnips when available are used in the same man ner. This Is a pungent plant which, when eaten, causes the tongue to smart and burn and often to swell. George H. Dacy in tbe Country Gen tleman. The Only Way. Mrs. Pankhurst as the Majestlo sailed from New York, talked to a re porter about tbe comparative deceit fulness of men and women. "Women," said the reporter, "are the more deceitful." "No," said Mrs. Pankhurst, "men are the worse. Look at the way they de ceive their wives." "Do you claim," the reporter asked, "that men should never deceive tholr wives?" Mrs. Pankhurst smiled and tossed her head. "Oh, no," she said. "How could the average man ever get a wife If he didn't deceive berP x RINGWORM ITCHED TERRIBLY 1545 Alsqulth St., Baltimore, Md. "My children were aflilcted with what tbey called ringworm of tbe scalp contracted from a house-cat they were playing with. The ringworm formed on their scalps about the size of a silver dollar and their balr fell out. leaving a round scale or crust on their scalps. Their hair fell out in round spots. There was terrible itching, and they Bcratchcd till the blood came. They were very fretful and could not Bleep at night, and they were very cross. "They were treated for several months with no Improvement whatso ever. ' I was told thoy would never have any balr and would always be bald. Then I began using Cutlcura Soap In connection with Cutlcura Ointment and tho first week I could see the wonderful remedies were do ing all they were claimed to do and In six weeks' tlmo they were entirely cured. They all havo a beautiful growth of hair." (Signed) Mrs. Sadie rollock, Jan. 1, 1913. Cutlcura Soap and Ointment Bold throughout the world. Sample of each free.wlth 32-p. Skin Hook. Address post card "Cutlcura, Dept. L, Boston." Adv. Ravaged Eastern Coast. One hundred years ago the British blocknders wero committing ninny depredations along the New England coast. Their method was to land boat crews from the vessels nt nightfall, surprise the Inhabitants of one of the smaller towtiB, and after plundering the storehouses and burning the ship ping at the w harves, ret rent to their boats before the villagers fully com prehended tho blow that hnd fallen upon them. Such occurrences took place ut many of the coast towns and, In most cases, the militia proved pow erless to check the enemy. All up and down the New England const, from Maine to the mouth of tho Connecti cut river, the people were kept In a Btntn bordering on pnnlc during the greater part of the summer of 1814. Embarrassing for Rector. A rector of a certain English church Is a somewhat portly gentleman, and a little inclined to bo pompous. He owns a small terrier called Rags. On one occasion Inst summer Rags escaped from his guardian and wan dered into the church Just as his mas ter was facing the congregation, hold ing up the alms basin In both hands. That was Rags' opportunity. He made a bee line for tho chancl, and pausing before his master, whoso eyes wero piously elevated to the celling, he sat up and begged! Delight of tho wicked and horror of the pious! Not That Stingy. "Hogan," propounded Schmidt, "If a hen unt a half laldt nn egg unt a half a day, how long vouldt it dake a hen to lay half on egg?" "A hln," promptly responded Pat, "wud scorn to short change her own er by layin' half an egg. An' nobody but a tlghtllst wud iver think av such a thing." Judge. At 11:30 P. M. "Wife, why does that young cub stay out so late?" "I believe he's pleading with Mabel for a good-night kiss." "Well, if that Is the only way to get rid of htm, authorize her to be stow It." Wants But Little. First Girl (at seashore) I don't care what kind of a husband I get. Second Girl Gracious! First Girl So long as lie's rich, handsome, kind and generous. Getting Rid of Indigestion. Church Has Bhe dono anything to Improve conditions In her home? Gotham Oh, yes; she's given away her chafing dish. And it Is easier to see through some people than it is to see through a glass eye. HER MOTHER-IN-LAW Proved a Wise, Good Friend. A young woman out In la. found a wlso, good friend In her mother-in-law, Jokes notwithstanding. She writes: "I was greatly troubled with my stomach, complexion was blotchy nnd yellow. After meals I often suffered sharp pains mid would have to lie down. My mother often told me it was tho coffee I drank at meals. But when I'd quit coffee I'd have a severe headache. "While vinltliig my mother-in-law I remarked that she always made such good coffee, and asked her to tell mo how. She laughed and told me It was ensy to make good 'coffee' when you use Postum. "I began to use Postum as soon as I got homo, and now we have the same good 'coffee' (Postum) every day, and I have no more trouble. Indigestion is a thing of the past, and my com plexion has cleared up beautifully. "My grandmother Buffered a great deal with her stomach. Her doctor told her to leave off coffee. She then took tea but that was just as bad. "She finally was Induced to try Post um which she has used for over a year. She traveled during the winter over the greater part of Iowa, visiting, something Bhe bad not been able to do for years. She says Bhe owes her present good health to Postum." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read "The Rond to Well vllle," In pkgs. . Postum now comes In two forms: Regular Postummust be well boiled. 15c and 25c packages. Instant Potum Is a soluble pow der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly In a cup of hot water and, with cream and sugar, makes a dellcloua beverage Instantly. 30c and EOc tins. Tho cost per cup of both kinds fa about the same. "There's a Reason" for Postum. sold by Grocers.
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