THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA. The Real Adventure By Henry Kitchell Webster Copyright 1916, Bobbs-Merrill Co. AFTER THE SUGGESTION OF MARRIAGE HAD BEEN MADE TO RODNEY ALDRICH, HE ' DIDN'T WASTE TIME IN FOLLOWING IT UP-ROSE SURPRISES HER MOTHER 8YN0PSIS. Itose Stnnton, student nt the University of Chicago, Is put olt a street cor In the rain after an argument with the conductor. She Is accosted by n young mnn who offers help nnd escorts her to another car line. An hour later this man, Itodney Aldrich, -a well-to-do lawyer, appears soaked with rain at the homo of his wealthy married sister, Mrs. Martin Whitney, to attend a birthday dinner In his honor. Mrs. Whitney sug gests that It's about time Itodney looked around for a wife. lie culls on Miss Stnnton, and what occurs at the meeting Is described In this Installment. CHAPTER III. Continued. "Oh," she said, "mother's written two or three books, and lots or muga sins articles, about women women s rights and suffrage, and all that. 8he's been well, sort of a leader ever since she graduated from college, back In Just think 11870, when most girls used to have accomplishments 'French, music, and washing extra,' you know." She said It all with a quite ndora ble seriousness, and his gravity mutch ed hers when he replied: "I would like to meet her very much. Ioinln Ism's a subject I'm blunkly Ignorant about." "I don't believe," she sold thought fully, "that I'd cull It feminism In talking to mother about It, If I were you. Mother's a suffragist, but" there cume another wave of fulnt mlnr alnnr with her smile "but well, she's awfully respectable, you know." She didn't seem to mind his laugh ing out at that, though she didn't Join him. "What about the other Interesting member of the family," he asked presently, "your sister? Which Is she, a suffragist or a feminist?" "I suppose," she said, "you'd call Tortla a feminist Anywny, she hasn't time to talk about It much. Tou see, she's a business woman. She's a house decorator. She tells you what kind of furniture to buy, und then ells It to you. Portia's terribly clever and awfully Independent." "All right," he snld. "That brings us down to you. What are you?" She sighed. "I'm sort of a black sheep, I guess. I'm Just In the univer sity. But I'm to be a lawyer,". Whereupon he cried out so explo sively thut she fairly Jumped. Then he apologized and said the notion of her In court trying a cose he was a law yer himself seemed rather startling. She sighed again. "And now I suppose," she said, "you'll advise me not to be." "Not a bit." he said. "It's the fln est profession in the world." But he said It off the top of his mind. Down below, It was still en gaged with the picture of her in a dismal courtroom, blazing up at a Jury the way she had blazed up at that conductor. "I suppose," she hnzarded, "that It's awfully dull and tiresome, though, until you get 'way up to the top." That roused him. "It's awfully dull when you do get to the top, or what's called the top being a client care taker with the routine law business of a few big corporations and rich estates going through your ofllce ljke grist through a mill. That's supposed to be the big reward, of course." lie was out of his chair now, tramp ing up and down the room. "The thing to beur In mind, If you're going to travel that road, is that a case Is worth while In a precise and unaltera ble ratio to the amount of money In volved In It If you question that axiom at oil seriously, you're lost. Thut's what happened to me." He pulled up with a Jerk, looked at her and laughed. "If my sister Fre derics were here," he explained, "she would warn you that now was the time for you to ask me If I'd been to see Maude Adams or something like that" She smiled In a sort of contented amusement. Then the smile trans muted Itself Into a look of thoughtful gravity, and there was a long silence which, though It puzzled him, he made do move to breuk. At last she pulled in a long breath, turned straight to him, and said: "I wish you'd tell me what happened to you." And, under the compelling sincerity of her, for the next two hours and a half, , or thereabouts, he did told It us he had never told It before. He told her how he had started at the foot of the ladder In one of the big successful firms of what he called "client caretakers." - He told of his discovery of a real legal problem and of the passionate enthuslusm with which he hud attacked it, the thrill ing weeks of labor he had put upon It And then he told her how the head of the firm, un old friend of his fa thcr's, had called him In nnd sold the work he had done was very remark able, but, unfortunately, not profitable to the firm, the whole amount Involved In the case having boen some twenty dollars. In other words, he was fired. He told her how he'd got In with an altruistic bunch the City Homes association. And from the- way he told of his labors In drafting a new city ordinance, she felt that it must have been one of the most fascinat ing occupations In the world, un til he told her how It had drawn him Into polities, and then how after an election a new state's attorney had of fered him a position on his stuff of "assistants. In a sense, of course, It was true thut he had, as Fredcrica would have put It forgotten she was there. The girl knew he had forgotten, and her only discomfort came from the ffr that the spell might be brukea and he might remember suddenly and stop. In the deeper sense and she was breathlessly conscious of this, too he hndu't forgotten she was there, Ho was telling it ull because she was there because she was herself and nobody else. She knew though how, she couldn't have explulncd with that Intuitive certainty which la the only real certainty there Is, that the Rtory couldn't have been evoked from him In Just that way by anyone else In the world. At the end of two years In the state's attorney's ofllce, he told her, he figured he had his training and was ready to begin. "I made Just one resolution when I hung out my shingle," he said, "nnd thut was Hint no matter how few cases I got I wouldn't take any that weren't Interesting that didn't give me something to bite on. I wasn't willing to be bored for any reward they hod to offer me. It's cynical to be bored. It's the worst Immorality there Is. Well, and I never have been." It wasn't all autobiographical and narrative. There was a lot of his deep-breathing, spacious philosophy of life mixed up in It And this the girl, consciously nnd deliberately, provoked. It didn't need much. She suld something about discipline and he snatched the word away from her. "What Is discipline? Why, it's stnndlng the gnff standing It not submitting to It U's accepting the facts of life of your own life, as they happen to be. It Isn't being conquer ed by them. It's not mnking masters of them, but servants to the underly ing things you want" Sho tried to make a reservation there suppose the things you wnnted weren't good things? But 'he wouldn't allow It "What ever they are," ho Insisted, "your de sires are the only motive forces you've got. No matter bow fine your Intelligence Is, It can't ride anywhere except on the back of your own passions. Learn to ride them control them spur them. But don't forget that they're you Just as essentially as the rider is." It was with a curiously relaxed body, her chin cradled In the crook of her arm, which lay along the back of the couch, her eyes unfocused on the window, that the girl listened with more nnd more poignantly vivid con sciousness of the man himself, the driving power of him, of something carelessly cxuitnnt In his own strength. She got to thinking of the flight of a great bird wheeling up higher' and higher on his powerful wings. Sud denly nnd to her consternation, she felt her eyes flushing up with tears. She tried to bInk them away, but they came too fast Presently he dropped short In his walk stopped talking, with a gasp, in the middle of a sentence, and looked into her face. She couldn't sie "What Is Discipline? Why, It's Stand ing the Gait." him clearly, but she saw his hanfls clench nnd heard him draw a long breath. Then he turned abruptly and walked to tho window and for a mor tal, endless minute there was a silence. Something happened during that moment while he stood looking Into her tenr-Dushed eyes something mo mentous) critical which no previous experience In her life had prepared her for. And It had happened to him, too. Ills silhouette as be stood there with his hands clenched, between her and tho window, showed her that What underlay her quiet was won der and feur, and more deeply still, a sort of cosmic contentment the acqui escence of a swimmer in the still, Ir resistible current of a mighty river. It was distinctly a relief to her when her mother came In nnd, presently, Por tia. She Introduced him to them, and then dropped out of the conversation altogether. As If It were a long way off, she heard him retailing last night's adventure and expressing his regret that he hadn't taken her to hlo sister to be dried out before he sent her home. She was aware that Portia stole a look at her In a puzzled, penetrating sort of wny every now and then, but didn't concern herself as to the basis of ler curiosity. It wasn't until ho rose to go that she aroused herself and wuit with him Into tho hall. There, after he'd got Into his overcoat and hooked his stick over his nnn, he held out his hand to her In fyminl lenvc-tuking. Only It didn't turn out that way. For the effect of that warm, lithe grip flew Its fiug In both their faces. "You're such a wonder," he sold. Site smiled. "So are y-you." It was the first time she bad ever stammered In her life. When she came bock Into the sitting-room, she found Portia Inclined to be severe. "Did you ask him to come agalu?" she wanted to know. Itose smiled. "I never thought of It," she said. "Perhaps It's Just as well," snld Portia. "Did you hove anything nt all to say to him before we come home, or were you like that all the while? now long ago did he come?" "I don't know," suld Rose behind a very real yawn. "I was asleep on the couch when he came In. Thnt's why I was dressed like this." And then she sold she was hungry. There wosn't, on the whole, a hap pier person In the world at that mo ment ' But Rodney Aldrich, pounding along at five miles an hour, In a direc tion left to chance, was not happy. Or, If he was, he didn't know it He couldn't yield Instantly, and easily, to his Intuitions, as Rose had done. He felt that he must think felt that he had never stood In such need of cool, level consideration as at this moment But the process was impossible. Anyway, it was a remark Fredcrica hud mode last night that gave him something to hold on by. Marriage, she had said, was an adventure of which no amount of cautious thought taken In advance could modify the es sential adventurousness. There was no doubt In his mind thnt marriage with that girl would be a more won derful adventure than anyone had ever had In the world. CHAPTER IV. How It Struck Portia. It was Just a fortnight later that Rose told her mother she was going to marry Rodney Aldrich, thereby giving that lady a greater shock of surprise than, hitherto, she had ex perienced la the sixty years of a tolerably eventful life. Rose found her neatly writing a paper at the boudoir desk In the little room she called her den. Mrs. Stanton suld, "What dear?" Indifferently enough, Just In mechani cal response of the matter-of-fact In flection of Rosalind's voice. Then she laid down her pen, smiled In a puzzled way up Into her daughter's face, and added: "My ears must have played me a funny trick. What did you say?" Rose repeated : "Rodney Aldrich and I are going to be married." But when she saw a look of painful incomprehension in her mother's face, she sat down on the arm of the chair, slid a strong arm around the fragile figure, and hugged It up against her self. "I suppose," she observed con tritely, "that I ought to have broken it more gradually. But I never think of things like that." As well as she could, her mother resisted the embrace. "I can't be lieve," she said, gripping the edge of her desk with both hands, "that you would jest about a solemn subject like that. Rose, and yet It's Incredible . . .1" The mother freed herself from the girl's embrace, rose, and walked away to another chair. "If you'll talk rationally and seriously, my dear," she said, "we can continue the conversa tion. But this flippant, rather vulgar tone you're taking, pains me very much." The girl flushed to the hair. "I didn't know I was being flippant and vulgar," she said. "I didn't mean to be. I was Just trying to tell you all about It" ; "You've told me," suld her mother, "that Mr. Aldrich has asked you to marry him and that you've consented. It seems to me you have done so hastily and thoughtlessly. He's told you ho loves you, I've no doubt, but I don't see how It's possible for you to feel sure on such short acquaintance." "Why, of course he's told me," Rose snld a little bewildered. "He can't help telling me all the time, any more than I can help telling him. We're rather mad about ench other, really. I think he's the most wonderful per son In the world, and" she smiled a little uncertainly "he thinks I am. But we've tried to be seuslble about It, and think It out reasonably. He sold he couldn't guarantee that we'd be happy ; thnt no pair of people could ho suro of thnt till they'd tried. But, he suld, It looked to him like the most wonderful, magnificent adventure In thu world, and asked If it looked to mo like that, and I said It did. Be cause It's true. It's the only thing In the world that seems worth bother Ing nbout. And we both think though of course we can't be sure we're thluklng straight that we've got a good chance to make It go." "Even her mother's bewildered ears couldn't distrust the sincerity with which the girl had spoken. But this only Increased the bewilderment She hud listened with a sort of Incredu lous dlstoste she couldn't; keep her face from showing, and at last she bad to wipe away her tears. At that Rose came over to her, dropped on the floor at her knees, nnd embraced her. "I guess perhaps I un derstund, mother," she suld. "I didn't realize you've always been so In tellectual and advanced that you'd feel th.it way about It be shocked be cause I hadn't pretended not to care for him, and been shy hud coy" In spite of herself, her voice got an edge of humor in It "and a startled fawn, you know, running away, but Just not fnst enough so that he wouldn't come running after and think he'd made a wonderful conquest by catching me at last. But a man like Rodney Aldrich wouldn t plead and protest, mother, He wouldn't want me unless I wanted hi in just as much." It was a long time before her mother spoke, and when she did, she spoke "I Guess Perhaps I Understand, Mother." humbly resignedly, as If admitting that the situation was beyond her powers. "It's the one need of a womnn's life", Rose, dena," she suld, "the corner stone of all hor happiness, that her husband, as you suy, 'wants' her. Doubt of It Is the one thing thnt will have the power to muke her bitterly unhappy. That's why It seems to me so terribly necessary that she be sure about It before It's too late." "Yes, of course," scld Rose. "But that's true of the man, too, Isn't It? Otherwise, whore's the equality?" Her mother couldn't answer that ex cept with a long sigh. Ever since bnbyhood, Rose had been devoted, by all her mother's plans and hopes, to the furtherance of the cause of women, whose ardent champion she herself had always been. For Rose not Portia, was the devoted one. The elder duughtcr had been born at a time when her own activities were at their height As Portia her self had suld, when she and her two brothers were little, their mother had been too busy to luxuriate in them very much; and, during those early, and possibly suggestible years, Portia hud been suffered to grow up, as It were, by herself. She expected Rose to marry, of course. But In her day-dreams It was to be one of Rose's converts to the cause. Certainly Rodney Aldrich, who, as Rose outrageously had boasted, rolled her In the dust and tramped all over her In the course of their argu- mcnts, presented a violent contrast to the Ideal husband she had selected. In deed, It would be hard to think of him as anything but the rock on which her whole ambition for the girl would be shattered. That night, during the process of getting ready for bed, Rose put on a bathrobe, picked up her hairbrush, and went Into Portia's room. Portia, much quicker always about such mat ters, was already upon the point of turning out the light, but guessing what her sister wanted, she stacked her pillows, climbed into bed and set tled back for a chat "I hope," Rose began, "that you're really pleased about It Because moth er isn't She's terribly unhnppy. Do you suppose It's because she thinks I've well, sort of deserted her, In not going on and being a lawyer and all that?" "Oh, perhaps," said Portia, Indiffer ently. "I wouldn't worry about that though. Because really, child, you had no more chance of growing up to be a lawyer and a leader of the 'cause' than I have of getting to be a brigadier-general." Rose stopped brushing her hair and demanded to be told why not She had been getting on all right up to now, hadn't eho? "Why, Ju8t think," said Portia, "whut mother herself had gone through when she was your age: put herself through college because her father didn't believe in 'higher education' practically disowned her. She'd taught six mouths In that awful school remember? She was used to being abused and ridiculed. And eho was working hurd enough to have killed a cfluui. But you I . . . Why, lamb, you never really had to do any thing In your life. If you felt like it all right and equully ait right If you didn't. You've never been hurt- never even been frightened. Yon wouldn't know what they felt like, And the result Is . . ." Portia eyed her thoughtfully. "The result Is," she concluded, "that you have grown Into a big, splen did, fearless, confiding creature, that it's perfectly Inevitable some man like Rodney Aldrich would go straight out of his head ubout And there you are I" A troubled, questioning look came Into tue younger sister's eyes. "I've been lazy and selfish, I know," she said. "Perhaps more than I thought I haven't meant to be. But ... do you think I'm any good at all?" "That's the real Injustice to It' said Tortla; "that you are. You've stayed big and simple. It couldn't possibly occur to you now to say to yourself : 'Poor old Portia 1 She's al ways been Jealous because mother liked me best, and now she's just green with envy because I'm going to marry Rodney Aldrich.'" She wouldn't stop to hear Rose's protest "I know it couldn't," she went on. "Thut's what I say. And yet there's more than a little truth In It, I suppose. Oh, I don't mean I'm sorry you're going to bo happy I be lieve you are, you know. I'm Just a little sorry for myself. Here I stuy, grinding along, wondering what It's all about and what after all's the use . . . While you, you babyt are go ing to find out" Portia began unpacking her pillows, "Open my window, will you? There! Now, kiss me and run along to by-byl And forget my nonsense." The wedding was set for the first week In June. And the decision, in stantly acquiesced In by everybody, was that It was to be as quiet as strictly a fumily affair as possible. Indeed, the notion of even a simple wedding Into the Aldrich fumily left Portia rather aghast But this feeling was largely allayed by Frederlca's first call. Being a cele brated beauty and a person of great social consequence, didn't, it appeared, prevent one from being human and simple-mannered and altogether de lightful to havo about. She was so competent, too, and Intelligent (Rose didn't see why Portia should find any thing extraordinary In all this, Wasn't she Rodney's sister?) that her conquest of the Stanton fumily was instantaneous. - They didn't suspect that it was deliberate. Rodney had made his great an nouncemcnt to her, characteristically, over the telephone, from his ofllce, "Do you remember asking me, Freddy, two or three weeks ago, who Rosalind Stnnton was? Well, she's the girl I'm going to mnrry." And .so, the "real adventure" of marriage begins for Rose Stanton. You'll find the next Installment of extraordinary Interest (TO Bli CONTINUED.) WAS MODEL FOR "PEER GYNT" Ibsen Inspired In Creating Masterpiece Partly by an Eccentric Young Dane. There are many models back ot "Peer Gynt," nnd among them a young Dune. Ibsen met the young mnn fre quently In Italy. He was a peculiarly conceited nnd affected young bluffer, Georg Bruudes writes in the Century Magazine. He used to tell the Italian girls at Ischla and Capri that his father, a schoolteacher In reality, was the best friend of the king of Denmark, and that he himself was one of the great est men In Denmark. To prove this, he often appeared In entire suits of white satin. He called himself a poet, but could find poetical Inspiration only In the wilderness or In desolate, drenry spots. He once went to Crete to write, he snld, a great drama of tragedy. He returned, however, without having ac complished his purpose. He averred that he could feel tragic emotion only In the mountains, and lived In self delusion and Illusion. Some of his characteristics have pnssed In "Peer Gynt." Otherwise "Peer Gynt" Is supposed to be on In carnation of Norweglun foibles. Peer's lies aro not really falsehoods, if this Implies the Intention to deceive others. They are rather self-deceptions. "Peer Gynt" has something In common with Cervantes' "Don Quixote," and Is more closely related to Daudet's "Tartarln." Height of a Camera. A safe rule In most cases, Is to have the camera at such a height that the lens Is about level with the eyes of a person of average height standing. This Implies that most tri pod stands, all ultra portable ones, are too short In the leg, as even those which allow the camera to be at this height only do so when the feet are so near together that the stand Is unstable. With lenses of short focus It Is usually advantageous, especially In Interior wort, to have the camera lower, while with very long focus lenses It may be higher to avoid a foreshortening of the ground. In the case of domestic Interiors, It Is Im portant to have the lens well above the level of a tablo top, as the effect of the furniture seen from a lower viewpoint will be unsatisfactory. Blind Children Learn. Here Is an original method used to teach a little blind child her alphabet that I hope may help other mothers who have little ones a filleted with the same handicap. Use the raised letters from old felt pennunts and paste on four pieces of cardboard. Dividing the alphabet Into four parts prevent the child from trying to learn too many letters at once. When the alphabet Is mastered, the letters can then be made into words and put on small card boards. The little one's touch soon learns to distinguish between letters and It Is Interesting to note how soon it grasps both letters and words. Warned. "Robert," said his teacher, sternly, 'you ore incorrigible. I shall certnlaly have to ask your father to come and see me." "Better not do that, teach er," responded the doctor's son; "pop charges two dollars a visit" empercince !N01c5H (Conducted . by the Nutlonn! Woman's Christian Temperance Union.) THIS FROM "COLLIERS'". In a few. years the statisticians ought to have some curves showing what no booze really meuns to our big cities. Under decent und good government the results are stnrtllngly similar. For example, here are Seat tle and Birmingham In opposite cor ners of the United Stutes, different In utmost every detail of ruclui make-up, business Interests, etc., but both tell ing tpe some "dry" tule. About one half us muny arrests, fewer piurders and suicides, but more bank clear lugs, less fire and more building, Increased trado and emptied Jails such are a few of the items. The drug problem Is easier because whisky hasn't done any subsoil plowing for It These fucts, and more like 'em, are noted by such papers as the Manufacturers' Record and by keen business men who wonder now why on earth they ever thought prohibition would hurt busi ness. (Probably they had read it In tho liquor ads!) The sameness is tiresome except to those who like to note soclul progress, and to the un fortunute women and kids who some times wonder drearily how long it will be before their homes, too, are In out of the wet. WHICH SHALL WE BELIEVE? The liquor Interests continue to send broadcast fulse statements concerning conditions In dry states. This Is ono of them: "In Colorado 05,000 were rendered Jobless by prohibition; they glutted tli labor market; Industrial condi tions became chaotic; wages were re duced ; thousands were thrown on pub lic charity." The Colorado state labor commis sioner, Mr. Alex Swanson, thus re plies: "Prohibition did not mnko 53,000 Job less. When the 2,000 Colorado su loons closed some 10,000 persons were affected. This number included bar tenders, porters, waiters, brewery workers, etc. They were quickly as similated In other lines. There was no glutting of tho labor market " Our greut trouble has been to get men enough for the Jobs. Wages have not been going up. Thousands were not thrown upon public charity. Perhaps a few saloon hnngcrs-on were, whe would not work anyway.. You will al ways find such In any town. Ther are more demands for men to All the Jobs sin co prohibition than there arc men to fill the Jobs." WHY GRANGERS ARE DRY. "Tin answer Is easy to give," says Mr. L. J. Tabor, master of the Ohio State Grange, explaining why the funnels are active In the flght for stote-wide nnd nation-wide prohibi tion. "The grunge Is a constructive forward-looking organization. The first plank In the grange platform Is not more money for the fnrmer, but better men and women on the farms and In America. This high purpose leaves but one course of action that the grange could possibly take In a moral Issue. It must be on the right side of the question. "The grange, state nnd notional, Is for absolute prohibition, not for fa natical or sentimental reasons, but be cause common sense nnd the cold facts In the cose conclusively demon strate that while the saloon Is the greatest enemy of the church and the home, It is also a great enemy of ru ral progress, of notional development and the best things in life." CRIME AND ALCOHOL. In granting probation to offenders, California courts require that the de fendant shall, during the probationary period, "absolutely and totally refrain nnd desist from the use of intoxicating liquors In any form." If this provision could come before tho mnn committed crime, would It not act as a preven tlve? LIQUOR GETS NO JOBS. No man ever held a Job because of his capacity to use liquor, and no mnn was ever given one because he wos fond of John Barleycorn. Workers will have to realize this, and their realiza tion of It will be for their betterment, California Liberator. DRINK. No reputable life-insurance company considers the drinking man a good risk. The expectation of life for a young mnn' of twenty addicted to drink Is 10 years, while that for an abstainer at the some age Is 44 years. Rev. L. A. Crandull, Baptist, Minneapolis. NEW SLOGAN. "Beer nnd whisky, They're a curse;' We drink water, Safety first." THE NATION'S GOING DRY. There ore now 25 prohibition states. The District of Columbia Is dry by net of congress. Alaska is dry by a 2 to 1 vote of the people ratified by con gross. Including the dry territory In wet states, more than 87 per cent of the area of the United States and more than GO per cent of the population are under prohibition. Eight states are In submission cam paigns. At least two of these will vote on the question In November of this year, tho others In 1013. Ohio Is in a wet and dry flght. NO REASONABLE USE. 'Because some men use liquors un wisely Is no reason all men should ho denied their reasonable use," says an nutl-prohlbltlon Journal. According to the findings of science there Is no reasonable use of alcoholic beverages. The laboratories hove set tled that question. NEW PACKING PLANT. Macon, In prAlbltlon Georgia, has a new million-dollar packing plant Tho property of a former brewlug com pany is utilized in tho new enterprise. iorsemo. " Liniment for general liable ."" For strained liR,meMl . barnaas galli. nwew.y, ,nJ oree. cute and any eaW, it gives quick relief. ul4'Wn A 25 cent bottle COnt . times a. much a. theu.u? ol liniment .old at that At all dealers. CILRRRT Iinos.i JUUlmore,l FERTILIZERS rol MUNICIPAL xiSA Wate f mm eltlM and town ,,., Boll.HtrwfltMwonplngii, (),,,," l fcarmnm lake advantano t. t,i,u '."'J Ladies! Send MelOrl k...i.fl'llMl,l..k , . ,WV,1 17 U. a fidelity fluarnou B; JiJ E . There Is ulwnys i-uum M , fate Is continually taking t J on me top. SOFT, CLEAR SKINS Made 80 by Dally Use of fcl soap and ointment Trial fI The Inst thing at nlsht and" In the morning, bailie the fa with Cutlcurn Soap una i)tn there are pimples or daudnl them with Cutlcurn Ointmnt burning. rsotliing better thauM for dully toilet prcpnriitlnin Free sample each by mailt!;.- Address postcard, ('utlciira, Loston. Sold evcrywhert.-itl It's astonishing lew f;:ti car goes when you ure ni: catch It. Whenever You Nerd a Geoen! Take Grove's The Old Standard Gron'ilJ chill Tonic is equally valuable tl eral Tonic because it contains! known tonic properties if Ql'R; IKON. It acts on the I.ivtr. Lr Malaria, Enriches the Blood a. up the Whole System. SO cm Quid Pro Quo. "It's a raw ileal I pit fuel "Well, ain't you giving merl Kiiltlmore Anierli an. One bottle of Dr. Pw"i "fc will aave you mmi-v, time, w health. One doae t:illclvnt. i;x-.l Ull in addition. Adv. Too Much Noise. "Why did they exH It from tho Ariel club':" "Oh, for caws." Their Predicament "It seems that Hie tlons on short rations arc lug the usual order." "What Is that?" . "They ore whlnlag but oot She's Found a Place ttisl "Now thut we are nt have to practice rigid po: "All right, my dear, I W"' lost yenr's hot this inoriiiDrtl sure it will do again furtlN A Babylonian Epit In the midst of It nil, ami: delphlu, a professor, is raln' l Intlnir a IJubylimlaa eiilc. U' fore him certain tablets burled In Mesopotamia" P I snnds of years ago, upon MM time of Abraham, certain r j nbiinnil rlinrneters were In I many years ago the key to u- acters was discovered, in nn Inscription In two lanfJf of which was known, nnauH of the oueer chnrnrtm emerged. The l'lillndil'Wif has discovered that the 'j nn rule noem. He Is epic and finds it t he the stcr unv In which a tain, nnmcd Knkldu, m"1 from 0 career of tyranny by the love of n woman. A - linr u lilln the millers areW anil wickedness, and tliel limit nn the streets, lmlll! (lent nfl'l tniiiNlntlnir Into good I'M1'! of Knkldu nnd his love. w if f ffiQM, GOOD L tained by to the daily a ration of Grape Goodness-ftf lent Flavor all found in ft V.Mt and wP 'c
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