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The Hollow - - - of Her Hand .pGeoErfe Barr McCutcheon AV SYNOPSIS Chalis Wrandall is found murdered in a road house near New York. Mrs. Wran dall is summoned from the city and iden tifes the body. A young woman who ac companied Wrandall to the tnn and sub sequently disappeared. Io suspected. Mrs. Wrandall starts back for New York in an auto during a blinding snow storm. On the way she meets a young woman In the road who proves to be the woman who killed Wrandall. Feeling that the girl had done her a service in ridding her of the man who though she loved him deeply had caused her great sorrow. Mrs. *randall determines to shield her and takes her to her own home. Mrs. Wrandall hears the story of Hetty Cas tleton's life. except that portion that re lates to Wrandall. This and the story of the tragedy she forbids the girl ever to tell. She offers Hetty a home, friendship and security from peril on account of the tragedy. Mrs. Sara Wrandall and Hetty attend the funeral of Challis Wrandall at the home of his parents. Sara Wrandall and Hetty return to New York after an absence of a year Ir. Europe. Leslie Wrandall. brother of Challis, makes him self useful to Sara and becomes greatly Interested In Hetty. Bara sees in las lie's infatuation possibility for revenge on the Wrandalls and reparation for the wrongs she suffered at the hands of Challis Wrandall by marrying his mur deress into the family. Leslie. In com pany with his friend Brandon Booth. an artist. visits Sara at her country place. Leslie confesses to Sara that he is malhv in love with Hetty. Para arranges wth Booth to paint a picture of' Tetty. Booth hasu haunting feeling that he hag sen Hetty before. Lonking through a port folio of pictures by an unknown English artist he finds one of Hettv. lie speak' to her about it. Hetty declares it must ba plcture of Hetty Olvnn. an Enlish actress. who u resembles her very much. Leslie Wrandall becomes impatient and jealous over the licture painting and de clares he Is golng to propose to Hetty at the first opportunity. Much to his cha grln 'Leslie is refused by Hetty. Sara. between whom and Hettv a strong mu tual affection has grown up. tries to per suade the girl that she should not let the tragedy prevent her from marrying. CHAPTER XI--Contlnued. "Yoo do know It, don't yout" be went on. "I-God knows I don't want you to love me. I never meant that you should-" she was saying, as it to herself. "I suppose it's hopeless," he said dumbly, as her voice trailed off In a whisper. "Yes, It Is utterly hopeless," she said, and she was white to the lips. "I-I sha'n't say anything more," said e. "Of course, I understand bow It is. There's some one else, Only I want you to know that I love you with all my soul, Hetty. I-I don't see how I'm soing to get on without you. But I-I won't distress you dear." "There isn't anyone else. Brandon," she sid In a very low voice. Her on ger tlghtead oa his in a sort of de peratlo. "I know what you are think nag. It isn't Islio. It sever can be asils." "The.-them-" he stammered, the bleed surging back into his heart "there may be a chance-" "Ne, nol" she cried, almost vehe mestly. "I an't let you go on hoping. It is wreag-so terribly wroag. You must ferget e. You must-" he edsed her other hand sad held Sthem both ruly, masterfunly. "oee here my-look at me, dearest! What in wrong? Tel ml You are unhappy. Do't be afraid to tell me Tmo-you do love me?" She draw a ass breath through bet halteled ps. Her eyes darkeed with pas. "Ne. I don't ove you. Oh, I am on sorry to have given you-" He was almost radiant. "Tell me the truth." e ried trlumphantly. "Don't old anything back, darling. if ther is anything troubling you, let me shoulder t. I aen-I will do say thing In the world for you. Liste: I know there's a mystery somewhere. I have felt It about you always. I have seas it to your eyes, I have al ways sensed It stealing over me when 1m with you-this strange, bewilder. lag atmosphere of-" "Rush! You must not my anything more." she cried out. "I cannot love you. There is nothing more to be ld." "But I know it now. You do love me. I ould shbout It to-" The mis erable, whipped expresslo in her eyes eeeakd this outburst. He was struck by It, even dismayed. "My dearest oe, my love" he sid, with Infinite tsadernes, "what is it? Tell me?" He drew her to hlm. His arm went about her shoulders. The final thrill Some Day Yeou Will Tell Me-Everyl. thing" at estasy bounded through his relns. The feel of her! The wonderfl, enmbtle, feminine fueel of her! His brani reeled in a new and vast whirl ot Intoxiastion. She sat there very still and unre dstian, her hand to her lips, uttering us word. searoely breathling. He wait. d. He gave her time.a After a little while her fngers strnayed to the crown f bher Ilmp, rakish panama. They found the singale hatpin and drew It t He smiled as he pushed the hat err d thein pressed her eark uittle ead glmet his breast. He blue "lsit this sank, st ths ones," she m ra d wih a sobh in he valu . --. . ,,..ms Her hand stole upward and caressed his brown cheek and throat. Tears of joy started in his eyes-tears of ex quisite delight. "Good God, Hetty. 1-1 can't do without you,' he whispered, shaken by his passion. "Nothing can come between us. I must have you always like this." "Che sara, sara," she sighed, like the breath of the summer wind as it sings in the trees. The minutes passed and neither spoke. His rapt gaze hung upon the glossy crown that pressed against him so gently. He could not see her eyes. but somehow he felt they were tightly shut, as it in pain. "I love you, Hetty. Nothing can matter." he whispered at last. "Tell me what it is." She lifted her head and gently with drew herself from his embrace. He did not oppose her, noting the serious. almost somber look in her eyes as she turned to regard him steadfastly, an unwavering integrity of purpose in their depths. She had made up her mind to tell him a part of the truth. "Brandon, I am Hetty Glynn." He started, not so much in surprise as at the abruptness with which she made the announcement. "I have been sure of it, dear, from the beginning," he said quietly. Then her tongue was loosed. The words rushed to her lips. "I was Hawkright's model for six months. I posed for all those studies, and for the big canvas in the academy. It was either that or starvation. Oh. you will hate me-you must hate me." He laid his hand on her hair, a calm smile on his lips. "I can't love and hate at the same time," he said. "There was nothing wrong in what you did for Hawkright I am a paint er, you know. I understand. Does does Mrs. Wrandall know all this?" "Yes-everything. She knows and understands. She is an angel, Bran don, an angel from heaven. But," she burst forth, "I am not altogether a sham. I am the danghter of Colonel Castleton, and I am cousin of all the Murgatroyds-the poor relation. It isn't as if I were the scum of the earth, is it? I am a Castleton. My father comes of a noble family. And. Brandon, the only thing I've ever done in my life that I sm seally ashamed of is the deception I practiced on you when you brought that magazine to me and faced me with it. I did not lie to you. I simply let you believe I was not tho-the person you thought I was. But I deeived you-" "No, you did not deceive me." he said gently. "I read the truth in your dear eyes." "There are other things, too. I shall net speak of them, except to repeat that I have not done anything else in my life that I should be ashamed of." Her eyes were burnaing with ear nestness. He could not but understand what she meant. Again he stroked her hair. "I am sure of that," he said. "My mother was Kitty Glynn. the actress. My father, a younger son. fell in love with her. They were mar Tred against the wishes of his father, who cut him off. He was in the serv Ice, and he was brave enough to stick. They went to one of the South Afrl can garrisons, and I was born there. Then to India. Then back to London, where an aunt had died, leaving my father quite a comfortable fortune. But his old friends would have noth ing to do with him. He had lived well, he had made life a hell for my mother in those frontier posts. He deo sorted us In the end, after he had squandered the fortune. My mother made no effort to compel him to pro vide for her or for me. She was proud. She was hurt. Today he is in India, still in the service, a mar tinet with a recoord for bravery on the feld of battle that cannot be taken from him, no matter what else may befall. I hear from him once or twice a year. That is el I can tell you about him. My mother died three years ago, after two years of invalid ism. During those years I tried to repay her for the sacrifice she had made in giving me the education, the--" She choked up for a second, and then went bravely on. "Her old manager made a place for me in one of his companies. I took my mother's name, Hetty Glynn, and-well, for a season and a half I was in the cborus. I could not stay there. I could not," she repeated with a shudder. "I gave it up after my mother's death. I was fairly well equipped for work as a children's governess, so I engaged my self to-" She stopped in dismay, for he was laughling. "And now do you know what I think of you. Miss Hetty Glynn?" he cried, seizing her hands and regardingt her with a serious, steadfast gleam in his eyes. "You are the pluckiest, sandiest girl I've ever known. You are the kind that heroines are made of. There is nothing In what you've told me that could in the least alter my regard for you, except to increase the love 1 thought could be no stronger. Will you marry me. Hetty?" She jerked her hands away, and held them clenched against her breast "Nol I cannot It is impossible, Brandon. If I loved you less than I do, I might ay yes, but-no, it is i_ possibla" His eyes narrowed. A gray shadoe crept over his fae. "There can be only one obstacle a serious as all that," he said slowly "You-you are already married." "No!' she cried. lifting her pathetl eyes to his. "It isn't that Oh, pl.eas be good to mei Don't ask me to sa anything more. Don't make It bard for me, Brandon. I love youa-I love you. To be youar wife would be thi maet glorious-No, not I must nr meen think of it. I most put it oei t ay mind. There is a barrier, desar st. We eamat srmemattL Dae ask me to tell you, for I cannot. I-I 1 am so happy in knowing that you love me, and that you still love me after I have told you how mean and shame less I was in deceiving-" He drew her close and kissed her full on the trembling lips. She gasped and closed her eyes, lying like one in a swoon. Soft, moaning sounds came from her lips. He could not help feel ing a vadt pity for her, she was so gentle, so miserably hurt by some thing he could not understand, but knew to be monumental in its power to oppress. "Listen, dearest," he said, after a long silence; "I understand this much, at least: you can't talk about it now. Whatever it is, it hurts, and God knows I don't want to make it worse for you in this hour when I am so selfishly happy. Time will show us the way. It can't be insurmountable. Love always triumphs. I only ask you to repeat those three little words, and I will be content. Say them." "I love you," she murmured. "There! You are mine! Three little words bind you to me forever. I will wait until the barrier is down. Then I will take you." "The barrier grows stronger every day," she said, staring out beyond the tree-tops at the scudding clouds. "It never can be removed.' "Some day you will tell me-every thing?" She hesitated long. "Yes, before God. Brandon, I will tell you. Not now, but-some day. Then you will see why-why I cannot-" She could not complete the sentence. "I don't believe there is anything you can tell me that will alter my feelings toward you," he said firmly. "The barrier may be insurmountable, but my love is everlasting." "I can only thank you, dear, and love you with all my wretched heart." "You are not pledged to some one else?" "No." "That's all I want to know," he said, with a deep breath. "I thought it might be-Leslie." "No, no!" she cried out, and he caught a note of horror in her voice. "Does he know this - this thing you can't tell me?" he demand ed, a harsh note of Jealousy in his voice. She looked at him, hurt by his tone. "Sara knows." she said. "There is "She Doesn't Seem Especially Q Joyed to See Me." no one else. But you are not to ques tion her. I demand it of you." "I will wait for you to tell me," he said gently. CHAPTER XII. Sera Wrandall Finds the Truth. Sara bad kept the three Wrandalls over for luncheon. "My dear," said Mrs. Redmond Wrandall, as she stood before Hetty's portrait at the end of the long living room, "I must say that Brandon has succeeded in catching that lovely little something that makes her so-what shall I say?-so mysterious? Is that what I want? The word is as elusive as the expression." "Subtle is the word you want, mother," said Vivian, standing beside Leslie. tall, slim and aristocratic, her hands behind her back, her manner one of absolute indifference. Vivian was more than handsome; she was striking. "There isn't anything subtle about Hetty," said Sara, with a laugh. "She's quite ingenuous." Leslie was pulling at his mustache, and frowning slightly. The sunburn on his nose and forehead had begun to peel off in chappy little flakes. "Ripping likeness, though," was his comment. "Oh, perfect," said his mother "Really wonderful It will make Bran don famous." "She's so healthy-looking." said Vivian. "English," remarked Leslie, a if that covered everything. "Nonsense," cried the elder Mrs. Wrandall. lifting her lorgnette again. "Pure, honest, unmiaed blood, that's what it is. There is birth in that girl's face." "You're always talking about birth, mother," said her son sourly, as he turned away. "It's a good thing to have." said his mother with convlctlon. "It's an easy thing to get in Amer Ica." said he. pulling out his cigarette It was then that Samr prevailled upon them to stop for luncheon. "Hetty al ways takes these long walks in the morning, and she will be disappointed if she finds you haven't waited-" "Oh, uas for that-" began Leslie and stopped, but he could not have been more lneid if he had uttered the sean tene in full, "Why didn't we plok hr p sad bring her home with you?" asked Sara, as they moved off in the direction of jc the porch. R "She seemed to be taking Brandy al out for his morning exercise." said he surlily. "Far be it from me to- 11 Umph!" *< Sara repressed the start of surprise. ti She thought Hetty was alone. "She will bring him in for luncheon, I suppose," she said carelessly, al- ti though there was a slight contraction re of the eyelids. "He is a privileged character." ls It was long past the luncheon hour of when Hetty came in, flushed and st warm. She was alone, and she had been walking rapidly. "Oh. I'm sorry to be so late," she ca apologized, darting a look of anxiety 31 at Sara. "We grew careless with time. Am I shockingly late?" to She was shaking hands with Mrs. fi Redmond Wrandall as she spoke. Lee lie and Vivian stood by, rigidly await ing their turn. Neither appeared to be especially cordial. S " What is the passing of an hour, g my dear," said the old lady, "to one who is young and can spare it?" it "I did not expect you-I mean to o say, nothing was said about luncheon, t' was there, Sara?" She was in a n pretty state of confusion. a "No," said Leslie, breaking in; "we butted in, that's all. How are you?" II He clasped her hand and bent over it. i She was regarding him with slightly dilated eyes. He misinterpreted the steady scrutiny. "Oh, it will all peel I off in a day or two," he explained, go ing a shade redder. "When did you return?" she asked. "I thought tomorrow was-" h "Leslie never has any tomorrows, Miss Castleton," explained Vivian. a "He always does tomorrow's work t] today. That's why he never has any troubles ahead of him." a "What rot!" exclaimed Leslie. "Where Is Mr. Booth?" Inquired a Sara. "Wouldn't he come in, Hetty?" "I-I didn't think to ask him to stop for luncheon,' she replied, and a then hurried off to her room to make ii herself presentable. Hetty was in a state of nervous ex- t citement during the luncheon. The encounter with Booth had not resulted I at all as she had fancied it would. She t had betrayed herself in a most discon certing manner, and now was more deeply involved than ever before. She t had been determined at the outset. she had failed, and now he had a t claim-an incontestable claim against a her. She found it difficult to meet t Sar's steady, questioning gase. She wanted to be alone. t After luncheon. Leslie drew Sara e aside. "I must say she doesn't seem espe- I cally overjoyed to see me," he growled. "She's as cool as ice." "What do you expect, Leslie?" she demanded with some asperity. "I can't stand this much longer, t Sara," he said. "Don't you see how things are going? She's losing her heart to Booth." t "I don't see how we can prevent it." "By gad, I'll have another try at it-tonight. I say, has she said-any thing?" "She pities you," she said, a ma licious joy in her souL "That's akin to something else, you know." "Confound it all, I don't want to be pitied!" "Then I'd advise you to defer your 'try' at it," she remarked. "I'm mad about her, Sara. I can't h sleep, I can't think, I can't-yes, I can eat, but it doesn't taste right to me. I've just got to have it settled. Why, people are beginning to notice the change in me. They say all sorts of things. About my liver, and all that sort of thing. I'm going to settle it tonight. It's been nearly three weeks now. She's surely had time to think it over; how much better everything d will be for her, and all that She's Sno fool, Sara. And do you know what SVivian's doing this very instant over a there in the corner? She's inviting e her to spend a fortnight ever at our ,t place. If she comes-well, that means Lt the engagement will be announced at e once." Sara did not marvel at his assur a, nce in the face of what had gone be e fore. She knew him too well. In spite r of the original rebuff, he was thor ir oughly satisfied in his own mind that n Hetty Castleton would not be such a e fool as to refuse him the second time. "It is barely possible, Leslie," she at said, "that she may consider Brandon a Booth quite us good a catch uas you, and infinitely better looking at the , present moment" u "It's this beastly sunburn," he la n mented, rubbing his nose gently, think ing first of his person. An instant is later he was thinking of the other half of the declaration. "That's just r what I've been afraid of," he said. "I a- told you what would happen if that portrait nonsense went on forever. It's Id your fault, Sara," "But I have reason to believe she if will not accept him, if it goes so far as that You are quite safe in that s. direction." n. "Gad, I'd hate to risk it," he mut 's tered. "I have a feeling she's in love wt with him." Vivian approached. "8ara, you must b, let me have Miss Castleton for the fe irst two weeks in July," she said se renely. Is "I can't do it, Vivian," said the other promptly. "I can't bear the thought r- of being alone in this big old barn te of a place. Nice of you to want her, but-" S"Oh, don't be selish, Sar." cried l- Vivian. e "You don't know how much I de ad pend on her." said Sara. "I'd ask you over, too, dear. if there ad weren't so many others coming. I m don't know where we're going to pet a- them. You understand, don't you?" "Perfectly," said her sister-inlaw. i- "Bat I've been oounting on-fett." "I say, Sara," broke in Leslie, "you 1 could go up to Bar Harbor with the I Williamsons at that time. Tell her about the invitation, Vivie." f "It isn't necessary," said Sara cold- 3 ly. "I scarcely know the William sons." She hesitated an instant and I then went on with sardonic dismay: 1 "They're in trade, you know." "That's nothing against 'em," pro- I tested he. "Awfully jolly people really ripping. Ain't they. Viv?" "I don't know them well enough to say," said Vivian, turning away. "I I only know we're all snobs of the worst I sort." "Just a minute, Viv," he called out. "What does Miss Castleton say about coming?" It was an eager question. Much depended on the reply. "I haven't asked her," said his sis ter succinctly. "How could I, without first consulting Sara?" "Then you don't intend to ask her?" "Certainly not." After the Wrandalls had departed, Sara took Hetty off to her room. The girl knew what was coming. "Hetty." said the older woman, fac ing her after she had closed the door of her boudoir, "what is going on be tween you and Brandon Booth? I must have the truth. Are you doing anything foolish?" "Foolish? Heaven help me, no! It-it is a tragedy," cried Hetty, meet ing her gaze with one of utter despair. "What has happened? Tell me!" "What am I to do, Sara darling? He-he has told me that he-he-" "Loves you?" "Yes." "And you have told him that his love is returned?" "I couldn't help it. I was carried away. I did not mean to let him see that I-" "You are such a novice in the busl ness of love," said Sara sneeringly. "You are in the habit of being carried away, I fear." "Oh, Sara!" "You must put a stop to all this at once. How can you think of marry ing him, Hetty Glynn? Send him-" "I do not intend to marry him," said the girl, suddenly calm and dignified. "I am to draw but one conclusion, I suppose," said the other, regarding the girl intently. "What do you mean?" "Is it necessary to ask that ques tion?" The puzzled expression remained in the girl's eyes for a time, and then slowly gave way to one of absolute horror. "How dare you suggest such a thing?" she cried, turning pale, then crimson. "How dare you?" Sara laughed shortly. "Isn't the in ference a natural one? You are for getting yourself." "I understand," said the girl, through pallid lips. Her eyes were dark with pain and misery. "You think I am al together bad." She drooped percept ibly. "You went to Burton's inn," senten tiously. "But, Sara, you must believe me. I did not know he was-married. For God's sake, do me the Justice to-" "But you went there with him," in sisted the other, her eyes hard as steel. "It doesn't matter whether he was married-or free. You went." Hetty threw herself upon her com panion's breast and wound her strong arms about her. "Sara, Sara, you must let me ex plain-you must let me tell you every thing. Don't stop me! You have re fused to hear my plea-" "And I still refuse;" cried Sara, throwing her off angrily. "Good God, do you think I will listen to you? If you utter another word, I will strangle you!" Hetty shrank back, terrified. Slowly she moved backward in the direction of the door, never taking her eyes from the impassioned face of her pro tector. "Don't, 8ar, please dont!" she JENWWI FELT SHE HAD BEEN FAMILIAR Horrible Discovery by Mrs. Flint Had Considerably Disturbed Her Composure. Ellen Terry, the famous English actress, tells this story: "Mrs. Flint came home from a call one day in such a disturbed condition that it was evident that tears were not far in the background. Her hus band gased at her inquiringly for a moment but she made haste to ex plain before he could advance any questions S'Will,' said she, 'I am so morti fled that I don't know what to do!' "'What's up, little one?' Mr. Flint inquired flippantly. "'I have just been calling on Mrs. Boutelle. You know her husband, Major Boutelle? "'Yes.' "'Well, I just learned today that "Major" isn't his tittle at all. 'Major" is his first name.' "'Why, sure it Is. I've always known that. What is there so morti tying about it? " 'Nothing,' Mrs. Flint answered, with a groan. 'only that I've been calling him "Major" every time I've met him for the last six years!'" Good Reason. William J. Burns, at a banquet in New York, told a number of detective stories. "And then there was Lecoq," said Mr. Burns. "Lecoq, late one night, was pursuing his homeward way when, from a dark, mysterious looking house set in a weed-grown Sbegged. "Don't look at me like that! I promise-I promise. Forgive me! I r would not give you an instant's pain for all the world. You would suffer. you would-" Sara suddenly put her hands over I her eyes. A single moan escaped her lips-a hoarse gasp of pain. "Dearest!" cried letty, springing to º her side. Sara threw her head up and met her with a cold, repelling look. " "Wait!" she commanded. "The time I has come when you should know what t is in my mind, and has been for months. It concerns you. I expect you to marry Leslie Wrandall." t Hetty stopped short. "How can you jest with me. Sara?" she cried, suddenly indignant. "I am not jesting," said Sara lev- e t elly. "You-you-really mean-what you r1 s i I "If You Utter Another Word, I Will Strangle Youl" s have Just said?" The puzzled look F. gave way to one of revulsion. A great shudder swept over her. d "Leslie Wrandall must pay his 1L brother's debt to you." 1, "My God!" fell from the girl's stiff g lips. "You-you must be going mad mad!" Sara laughed softly. "I have meant - it almost from the beginnins," she said. "It came to my mind the day n that Challis was burled. It has never a been out of it for an instant since that e day. Now you understand." It she expected Hetty to fall into a a ft of weeping, to collapse, to plead Swith her for mercy, she was soon to find herself mistaken. The girl a- straightened up suddenly and met her r- gaze with one in which there was the fierce determination. Her eyes were h steady, her bosom heaved. h "And I have loved you so devotedly - -so blindly," she said, in low tones t of scorn. "You have been hating me all these months while I thought you I' were loving me. What a fool I have been! I might have known. You * couldn't love me." or "When laslie asks you tonight to marry him, you are to say that you 'will do so," said Sara, betraying no w sign of having heard the bitter words. o "*I shall refuse, Sara." said Hetty, every vestige of color gone from her 5' face. S"There is an alternative," an nounces the other deliberately. "You will expose me to-him? To 7 his family?" "I shall turn you over to them, to let them do what they will with you. a If you go as his wife, the secret is d, safe. It not, they may have you as If you really are, to destroy, to annihl. late. Take your choice, my dear." "And you, Sara?" asked the girl qul. ly etly. "What explanation will you in have to offer for all these months of * protection?" o- Her companion stared. "Has the prospect no terror for you?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) garden, he heard loud shouts and roars of: 'Murder! Oh, heavens!l Help! You're killing me! Murder!' 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Each a Law Unto HImself. Men are like trees; each one must a put forth the leaf that is created in I him. Education is only like good cul - ture; it changes the size but not the Ssort.-H. W. Beecher. MRS. LYON': ACHESANDP Have All Cone SiceT Lydia E. Pinidham'e y etable oeLmL" Terre Hill, Pa.-" Kindl to give you my ta stimonail SLydia t ! pound. - I begpabl in I r. _female some this * almost al ýb er *aches-pai er partr to in sides, lug down B or col not Shad no appetite. Since I bias Lydia E. Pinkham's Veget - t pound the aches and painme, and I feel like a new womae. I r praise your mr dicine toohiglmy. AUGUSTUs LYON, Terre Hill, It is true that nature and a ?" worN as produced the grandst for woman's ills that the v. ever known. From the.roe herbs of the field, Lydia E. u forty years ago, gave to w a remedy for their peeuliar ih has proved more efficacious other combination of drugs ee pounded, and today Lydia E. Vegetable Compound is recog from coast to coast as the remedy for woman's ills. In the Pinkham Laboratoryl Mass., are files containing thousands of letters from wosn ing health - many of them over their own signatures that regained their health by takin E. Pinkham's Vegetable Comr and in some cases that it has from surgical operations. French Women Lawya, Mdlle. Vedone, who with Grumberg is to assist li the of Mme. ('aillaux, has the larpg tise of any of the woman admitted to the Paris bar, havhg notably successful when In AI Tense in criminal cases. She stripped the senior "advoeat4 - Chauvin. whose appearances courts are now few and far ok The latter won her doctorshi at so far back as 1592 with a the subject, "Professions is Women." After five yeas fessor, Mdlle. Chauvin become a barrister. Her was strongly contested, but tie decided that the law was as at and she was duly sworn la h he being the first woman adultil ay bar in Europe. por mt A TREATMENT THAT ITCHING, BURNIM ad Don't stand that itching th" one day longer. Go to the druggist and get a jar of lbit ment (50Oc) and a cake of (25c). Bathe the ecsema realnol soap and hot water. apply a little resinol olatas It's almost too good to be tU torturing itching and bnerl stantly, you no longer have r " scratch, sleep becomes Shealing begins. Soos the meting eruptions disaplr to ly and for good.-Adv. At 11:30 P. M. "Wife, why does that de stay out so late?" 'I believe be's pleadiag Sfor a good-night hiss" "Well, if that is the 6m get rid of him, sathodts h stow It." . CABTORIA,a ssafe sfl is inftants an childmi , iaM as Bear tbe 8h* 8gnatureo lIn U e P er Ov s s Chd(n Crf forJlt d d' of WelI Paved. It's a good thing the W transgressor is hard, r I stand the heavy trde--M Public ledger. Good Cause for SDeaths from kidaey rE eresb in tweety eea. do nowadays Ino .tasay stant flherig of 5 edw the kidoeys. Bewar of fatal Bright's ad bckache or urinary His asl kdneys. mse Da's sIldry , water freely and rede the coff*, ts and liquor. for Dan's Kidnoey PUbFills c, deace, for no other e.set y. uased or so generally s L A. Aasmisis C5, 1 suifered terrlbly f rom rheumatle pains and an dull. g heavy ache in thb small of my back." mays J. U. Bates of i,' Rone Hill. Dd leQlcn. is pells aond spotl seemed to flash be fore my eyes The a. Ik idn y eecretlEon contained sedimentI and burned in pse m' sge. I couldn't gel much relief untl Ii and used Doan's Kidney Pll In two weeks they made me well and now I alwaY keep them on hand' Ion Ce Dsm'es n As uIm.i heyC .. o DAISY FLY KILLER ~ ow lttd must cvl -m f ,_...e. - 5,, .