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MEADE COUNTY NEWS, MEADE. KANSAS.
The Real
Adventure
A NOVEL.
B7
Henry Kitchell Webster
(OwillU 11)18, Ttia KoOM-MihtIU Uuntwur)
CHAPTER XIV Continued.
10
"Ton wont even give me the poor
(satisfaction of knowing what you're
ttoing," he said.
"rd love to," she sold, "to be nble to
write to you, hear from you every day.
(But I don't believe you want to know.
DC think It would be too bard for you.
(Because you'd have to promise not to
Kry to get me beck not to come and
Jreacue me If I got Into trouble nnd
things went badly nnd I didn't know
(where to turn. Could you promise
that, Roddyr
He gave a groan and burled his face
la his hands. Then:
"No," he said furiously. "Of course
K couldn't See you suffering and
stand by with my hands In my pockets
Md watch P lie sprang up and seised
h by the arms In a grip that actually
left bruises, and fairly shook her In the
mgoaj of his entreaty. "Tell mo It's a
nightmare, Rose," he said. "Tell in a It
Isn't true. Wake me up out of It"
But under the Indomitable resolution
of her blue eyes he turned away. This
fwmj the last appeal of that sort that
be made.
Til promise," she said presently, "to
M sensible not to take any risks I
doot have to take. I'll regard my Ufa,
and my health and all, as something
fra keeping la trust for you. m take
plenty of warm, sensible clothes when
I go lots of shoes and stockings
things like that t and, If you'll let me
IT! borrow hundred dollar to start
myself off with. It Isn't a tragedy,
Koddy not that part of it You
wouldn't be afraid for anyone else as
big and strong and healthy as L"
Gradually, out of a welter of scenes
Bis that the thing got Itself recog
nised as something that was to happen.
But the parting come at last In a little
different way from any they had fore-
j Rodney came homo from his office
arty one afternoon, with a telegram
that summoned him to New York to a
(conference of counsel In a big publlc
vtillty case he had been working on
for months, no must leave, If he were
going at all, at five o'clock. He ran
aacked the house, vainly at first for
Hose, and found her at last In the
trunk room dusty, disheveled, sobbing
quietly over something she hugged In
Iter arms. But she dried her eyes and
came over to him and asked him what
It was that had brought him home so
early.
He showed her the telegram. Til
fcave to leave in an hour," ho sold,
pi rm to go,"
I She paled at tint and sat down
rather giddily on the trunk. "You
must go," she said, "of course. And
boddy, I guess that'll be the easiest
way. I'll get my telegram tonight
pretend to get It from Portia. And
yon can give me the hundred dollars,
and then, when yon come back, I'll be
gone."
The thing she had been holding in
her bands slipped to the floor. lie
stooped and picked It up stared at It
with a sort of half-wakened recogni
tion. "I f-found it" she explained, "among
some old things Portia sent over when
she moved. Do you know what It Is?
It's one of the notebooks that got wet
that first night when we were put off
the street car. And Roddy, look I"
She opened it to an almost blank
page, and with a weak little laugh
pointed to the thing that was written
there: "March 15, 1012 1"
"Your birthday, yon Bee, and the day
me met each other."
And then, down below, the only note
she had made during the whole of that
lecture, he rend : "Never marry a man
with a passion for principles."
"That's the trouble with us, you see,"
she said. "If yon were Just an ordi
nary man without any big passions or
anything, It wouldn't matter much If
your life got spoiled. But with us,
you see, we've got to try for the big
gest thing there is. Oh, Roddy, Roddy
darling I Hold me tight for Just a
minute, and then I'll come and help
you pack."
CHAPTER XV.
The World Alone.
' "Here's the first week's rent then,"
said Rose, banding the landludy three
dollars, "and I think you'd better give
me a receipt showing till when It's
paid for."
Tho landlady had tight gray hnlr
and a hard-bitten hatchet fuco. She
bad no charms, one would have said,
of persbn, mind or manner. But It
was nevertheless true that Rose was
renting this room larcelv on the
strength of the landlady. She was so
roucn more humanly possible thttn any
of the others at whose placarded doors
Rose had knocked or rung . . .1 '
The landlady went away to write out
a receipt Rose closed the door after
Jier and locked It
She didn't particularly want to keep
anybody out But in a sense in which
t had never been guite true before,
ROSE ALDRICH LEAVES HER HUSBAND AND THE TWINS
AND GOES FORTH INTO THE UNKNOWN WORLD TO
MAKE A LIVING AND LEARN LIFE'S VALUES
8YNOP8I3. Rose Stnnton, a young woman living In modest cir
cumstances, marries wealthy Rodney Aldrlch and for more thun a
yeur lives In luxury find IusIiipss. This life disgusts her. She plans
to do something useful, but feels thnt tho profession of motherhood
is big enough for any woman, anil looks forward eagerly to the birth
of her baby. She has twins, however, nnd their care Is taken entire
ly out of her hands by a professional nurse. Intense dissatisfaction
with tho useless life of luxury returns to Rose. Sho determines to go
out nnd earn her living; to make good on her own hook. She nnd her
doting husband have some bitter scones over the wife's "whim." Whut
she goes and does Is described In this Installment
this wss her room, a room where any
one lucking her specific invltution to
enter would be an Intruder a condi
tion which had not obtained cither In
her mother's house or In Rodney's,
She smiled widely over the absurdity
of indulging in a plensurablo feeling of
possession in a squalid little cubbyhole
like this. The wall paper was stained
and fuded ; there was on Iron bed the
mnttress on the bed was lumpy. There
was a dlngy-loolilng oak bureau with a
small mirror; a mnrble-topped black
walnut wnshstand and a pitcher stand
ing in a bowl on top of it
As for the hurrying life she looked
out upon from her grimy window, the
dlflerenci between it and that which
she had been wont to contemplate
through Florence McCrea's exquisitely
leaded casements was simply planet
ary. And yet quecrly enough, In terms of
literal lineal measurement the dis
tance between tho windows themsolves
was less than a thousand yards. And,
such Is the enormous social and spir
itual distance between North Clurk
street and The Drive, she was as safely
hidden here, as completely out of the
orbit of any of her friends, or even of
her friends' servants, as she could
have been In New York or San Fran
cisco.
Of course, wherever she went what
ever she did, there'd always be the risk
that someone who could carry back
news to Rodney's friends would rec
ognize her. It was a risk that bad to
be taken. At the same time shfAl
protect the secret as well as she wold.
There were two people, thosgh, it
couldn't be kept from Portli and her
mother. The story gtveo out to Rod
ney's friends being th-Jt Rose was in
California with her mother and Portia,
left the chance always open for some
contretemps which would lead to her
mother's discovering the truth In a sur
prising and shocking way.
Btft the truth Itself, confidently stat
ed, not as a tragic ending, but as the
splendid, hopeful beginning of a life of
truer happiness for Rose and her hus
band, needn't be a shock. So this was
what Rose had borne down upon her
In her letter to Portia.
... I have found the big thing couldn't
be had without a Ufa-lit," she wrote. "You
shouldn't be surprised, becauiie you've
probably found out (or yourself that noth
ing worth having comes very easily. But
you're not to worry about me, nor be
afraid for me, because I'm going to win.
I'm making the fight, somehow, for you
as well as for myself. I want you to
know that I think that realizing I was
living your life as well as mine, la what
has given me the courage to start. . . .
"I've got some plans, but I'm not going
to toll you what thoy are. But I'll write
to you every week and tell you what I've
Cone, and I want you to write to Rodney.
I want to be sure that you understand
this: Rodney Isn't to blame for what's
happened. We haven't quarreled, and I
behove we're farther In love with each
other than we've ever boon before. I
know I am with him. .... Break this
thing to mother as gently as you like, but
teU her everything before you stop. ....
This letter written nnd dispatched,
she hud worked out the details of her
departure with a good deal of care.
In her own house, before the servants,
she had tried to act Just as she would
have done had her pretended telegram
really come from Portia. Her bag was
packed, her trunk was gone, her motor
waiting at the door to take her to the
station, when the maid Doris brought
the twins home from their airing. This
wasn't chance, but prearrangement
"Give them to me," Rose said, "and
then you may go up and tell Mrs.
Ruston she may have them In a few
minutes."
She took them into her bedroom and
laid them side by side on her bed.
They had thriven finely Justified, so
far as that went Harriet's decision
In favor of bottle feeding. Had she
died back there In that bed of puln,
never come out of the ether at all,
they'd still be Just like this plump,
plucld, methodical. Rose had thought
of that a hundred times, but it wasn't
what she was thinking of now.
The tltlng that caught her as she
was looking down on them, was a
wave of sudden pity. She saw them
sudenly as persons with the long roud
nil ahead of them, as a boy and a girl,
a youth and a maid, a man and a
woman.
She'd never thought of them like
that before. Tho baby sho had looked
forwurd to tho baby she hadn't had
hud never been thought of that way,
cither. It wiis to bo something to pro
vide her, Rose, with an occupation; to
make on alchemic change In the very
substnnco of her life. The transmuta
tion hadn't taken plnce. She surmised
now, dimly, that she hadn't deserved
It 6houId.
"You've never had a mother at
all, you poor little mites," she said.
"But you're going to have one some
day. You're going to be able to come
to her with your troubles, because
she'll have had troubles herself. She'll
help you bear your hurts, because
she's had hurts of her own. And
shell be able to teach you to stand
the gaff, because she's stood It her
self
For the first time since they wero
born, she was thinking of their neod
of her rather than of her need of them,
and with that thought cume, for tho
first time, the surgo of passionate ma
ternal love that she had waited for
so long in vuln. There was, suddenly,
an Intolerable ache In her breast thut
could only have been satisfied by crush
ing them up against her breast; kiss
ing their hands their feet.
Rose stood there quivering, giddy
with the force of it "Oh, you dar
lings 1" she said. "Cut wait wait un
til I deserve it 1" And, without touch
ing them at all, she went to tho door
and opened It Mrs. Ruston nnd Doris
were both waiting In the hall.
"I must go now," she said, "CJood-by.
Keep them carefully for me." Her
voice was steady, and, though her eyes
were bright there was no trnce of
tears upon her cheeks. But there was
a kind of glory shining in her face
that was too much for Doris, who
turned away and sobbed loudly. Even
Mrs. Ruston's eyes were wet
"Good-by," said Rose again, and
went down composedly enough to her
car.
She rode down to the station, shook
hands with Otto, the chauffeur, al
lowed a porter to carry her bag Into
the waiting room. There she tipped
the porter, picked up the bag herself,
and wnlked out the other door ; crossed
over to Clark street and took a street
cat. At Chicago avenue she got off,
and walked north, keeping her eyes
open for placards advertising rooms
to let It was at the end of about half
a mile that she found the. hatchet
faced landlady, paid her three dollars,
and locked her door, as a symbol, per
haps, of the bigger, heavier door that
she had locked upon her past life.
Strongest among all the welter of
emotions boiling up within her, was a
perfectly enormous relief. The thing
which, when she had first faced It as
the only thoroughfare to the real life
she so passionately wanted, had
seemed such a . veritable nightmare,
was an accomplished fact The week
of acute agony she had lived through
while she was forcing her sudden res
olution upon Rodney had been all but
He Was Counting Aloud the Bart of
the Music
unendurable with the enforced con
templation of the moment of parting
which they brought so relentlessly
nearer. There had been a terror, too,
lest when the moment actually came,
she couldn't do It Well, and now it
had come and gone! The surgery of
the thing was over.
Rose dusted the mirror with a towel
a reckless act ns she saw for her
self, when she discovered she was go
ing to have to use that towel for a
week and took an appraising look at
herself. Then she nodded confidently
there was nothing the matter with her
looks and resumed her ulster, her
rubbers, and her umbrella, for It was
the kind of December day which called
for all three. Then, glowingly con
scious that she was saving a nickel by
bo doing, she set off downtown afoot
to get a Job. She meant to get it
thnt very afternoon. And, partly be
cause she meant to so very deflnlteL.
sho did.
On the last Sunday before Rose went
away she bad studied the dramatic
section of the morning paper with
a good deal of care, and was rewarded
by finding among the news notes
an Item referring to a' new musical
comedy which was to be produced
at the Globe theater immediately
after the Christmas holidays. "The
GUI Up-Stalrs" waa the title of It It
u kp.tkea ol um outr of the regular
Globe productions, so It wns prohuble
Jimmy Wulluee's experlenco with the
production of nu earlier number In the
series would at leust glvo her some
thing to go by.
Granted that she wns going to be a
chorus girl for u while, she could hurd
ly find a better place than one of the
Globo productions to be a chorus gli-1
In. According to Jimmy, it was a de
cent enough little place, and yet it
possessed tho advantage of being,
spiritually, as well as uciuully, west of
Clark street. Rodney's friends were
less likely to go there, and so have a
chance of recognizing her, thun to any
other theater In the city.
The news Item In the paper told her
that the production was In rehearsal,
and It mentioned the name of the direc
tor, John Gnlbralth, referring to him
as one of tho three most prominent
musical-comedy directors In the coun
try. When she asked nt the box office at
the Globe theuter where they were re
hearsing "The Girl Up-Stalrs" today,
the nicely manicured young man In
side answered automatically, "North
End hull." '
"I'm afraid," said Rose, smiling a
little, "I'll have to ask where North
End hull Is."
"Not nt all," said the young man
Idiotically, nnd ho told her the ad
dress only a block or two from Rose's
room.
CHAPTER XVI.
The First Day.
With her umbrella over her shoul
der, Rose set sail northward aguln
through the rain, absurdly cheered.
The entrance to the North End hall
was a pair of white painted doors
opening from the street level up
on the foot of a broadlsh stair
which took you up rather suddenly.
At the head of the stairway, tilted
back In a kitchen chulr beneath a
single gas Jet whose light he was try
ing to make suffice for the perusal of
a green newspaper, sat a man, under
orders, no doubt to keep Intruders
away. The thing to do was to go
by as If, for such as she, watch
men didn't exist The rhythmic pound
ing of feet and the frayed chords
from a worn-out piano, convinced her
she was In the right place.
Her stratagem succeeded. The man
glnnced up and, though she felt he
didn't return to his paper again, he
made no attempt to stop her. She
walked steadily ahead to another oi;n
door at the far end of the room,
through which sounds and light enme
In.
Rose paused for a steadying breath
before she went through that farther
door, her eyes starry with resolution,
her cheeks, Just for the moment, a lit
tle pale.
The room was hot and not well
lighted. In the farther wull of It was
a proscenium arch and a raised stage.
On the stage, right and left, wero two
Irregular groups of girls, with, a few
men, awkwardly,' Rose thought dis
posed among them. All were swaying
a little to mark the rhythm of the mu
sic Industriously pounded out by a
sweaty young man at the piano a
swarthy, thick young man in his un
dershirt There were a few more
people sprawled In different parts of
the hall.
It was all a little vague to her at
first, because her attention ' was fo
cused upon a single figure a compact,
rather slender, figure, and tall, Rose
thought--of a man In a blue serge
suit who stood at the exact center of
the stage and the extreme edge of the
footlights. He was counting aloud
the bars of the music not beating
time at all, nor yielding to the rhythm
In any way; standing, on the contrary,
rather tensely still. That was the
quality about him, Indeed, that riveted
Rose's attention and held her, as still
as he was, in the doorway an ex
hilarating sort of Intensity that had
communicated Itself to the swaying
groups on the stage.
You could teU from the way he
counted that something was gathering
Itself up, getting reudy to happen.
"Three . . . Four . . . Five
. . . Six . . . Seven Now!"
he shouted on the eighth bar, and with
the word one of the groups trans
formed Itself. One of the men bowed
to one of the girls and began waltzing
with her ; another couple formed, then
another.
Rose watched breathlessly, hoping
the maneuver wouldn't go wrong for
no reason In the world but that the
man there at the footlights was so
tautly determined that It shouldn't
Determination triumphed. The num
ber was concluded to John Gulbraith's
evident satisfaction. "Very good," ho
said. "If you'll all do exactly what
you did that time from now on, I'll
not complain." Without pause he went
on: "Everybody on the stage big
girls all the big girls!" And to the
young mnn at the piano, "We'll do 'Af
ternoon Tea.' "
There was a momentary pause then,
filled with subdued chatter, while the
girls and men realigned themselves for
the new number.
Rose looked them over. The girls
weren't on an average, extravagnntly
beautiful, though, with the ndded
charm of make-up allowed for, there
were, no doubt, muny the audiences
would consider so. They were dressed
In pretty much anything that would
allow perfect freedom to their bodies,
especially their arms and legs; bath
ing suits mostly, or middy blouses and
bloomers. Rose noted this with satis
faction. Her old university gymna
sium costume would do perfectly. Any
thing, apparently, would do, because,
as her eye adjusted itself to details,
aha discovered romper suits, pina
fores, chemises, overalls all equally
taken for granted.
Gulbralth struck his hands together
for silence, and scrutinized the now
motionless group on the stage.
"We're one shy." he said. "Who's
missing?" And then nnswered his own
question: "Grant!" He wheeled
uiound and his eyes searched the hall.
Rose became aware, for the first
time, that a mutter of conversation had
been going on Incessantly since she
had come In, In one of the recessed
window scuts behind her. Now when
Galbrnlth's gaze plunged in thnt di
rection, she turned and looked too.
A big blonde chorus girl wns in there
with a man, a girl who, with twenty
pounds trained off her, and that sulky
look out of her face, would have been
a beauty. She had roused herself with
a sort of defiant deliberation at the
sound of the director's voice, but she
still had her back to him and went on
talking to the man.
"Grant!" snld John Gulbralth again,
and this time his voice had a cuttinf
edge. "Will you take your pluce oa
the stage, or shall I suspend rehearsal
until you're reudy?"
For answer she turned nnd began
walking slowly across the room. She
started walking slowly, but under Gal
braith's eye she quickened her pace,
involuntarily, it seemed, until it was a
ludicrous sort of run. Presently she
emerged upon the stage, looking rutli
er Artificially unconcerned, and the re
hearsul went on again.
But Just before he gave the signal
to the pianist to go ahead, Galbrulth
with a nod summoned a young man
from the wings and suld something to
him, whereupon, clearly carrying out
his orders, he vuulted down from the
stage and came walking toward the
doorway where Rose was still stand
ing. But ho didn't come straight to her:
he brougiU up before a woman sit
ting in a folding chair a ll'tle farther
along the wull, who drew herself de
fensively erect when she saw him turn
toward her, assure-od a look of calculat
ed disdain, tuppeC a foot gave, on
the whole, an imitation of a duchess
being kept waiting.
But the limp yevng man didn't seem
disconcerted, and inquired In sp many
words what her business was. The
duchess said In a harsh, high voice
that she wanted to see the director;
a very particular friend of his had
begged her to do so.
"You'll have to wait till he s through
rehearsing," said the young man, and
then he came over to Rose.
The vestiges of the smile the duch
ess had provoked wre still visible
ubout her mouth when he enme up.
"May 1 wait nnd see Mr. Gnlbralth
after the rehenrsnl?" she asked. "If
I won't be In the way?"
"Sure," said the young man. "He
won't be long now. He's been rehears
ing since two." Then, rather explo
sively, "Have a chair."
lie struck Rose as being a llttU
flustered aud uncertain somehow.
It was a long hour that Rose sat
there in a little folding chair on hour
thut, in spite of all her will could do,
touk some of the crlspness out of hei
courage.
When at last a Hitle after six
o'clock, Gtilbralta said: "Quarter to
eight, everybody," and dismissed them
with a nod for a tcurry to what were
evidently dressing rooms at the other
side of the hall, the ship of Rose'
hopes had utterly gone to pieces. She
had a plunk to keep herself afloat on.
It was the determination to stay there
until he should tell her In so many
words that he hadn't any use for her.
The deprecatory young man wal
talking to him now, about her and the
duchess evidently, for he peered out
into the hall, then vaulted down from
the stage and came toward them.
The duchess got up, and, with a
good deal of manner, went over to
meet him. ' Rose didn't hear what the
duchess said. But when J.thn Gal
braith answered her, his voice easily
filled the room; "You tell Mr. Pike,
If that's his name, we haven't any
vacancies in the chorus at present It
we find we need you, we can let yoa
know."
He said It not unkindly, but he ex
ercised some power of making it evU
dent that as he finished speaking,
the duchess, for him, simply ceased to
exist Then, with disconcerting sud
denness, he looked straight at Rose
and said: "What do you want?"
She'd thought him tall, but he
wasn't. He wns looking on a perfec'
level Into her eyes.
"I want a Job in the chorus," said
Rose.
"You heard what I said to that oth
er woman, I suppose?"
"Yes," suld Rose, "but . . ."
"But you thought you'd let me say
it to you again."
"Yes," she said. And, queerlj
enough, she felt her courage coming
back.
Rose Aldrlch's luck in hunting
a job In the chorus of a musical
comedy and what happens after"
ward is described with thrilling
emphasis In the next Install
ment (TO BE CONTINUED.)
Resistance of the Wind.
Tests on a model of the naval collier
Neptune made in the wind tunnel of
the Washington navy yard by Naval
Constructor William McEntee show
that If this vessel were steaming
against a SO-mlle wind at 14 knots an
hour it would require abcut 770 horse
power to overcome the resistance at
the wind. This la aboat 0 per cent
of the power necessary to ffopel Ml
through the water.
FARM MORE LAND
Cultivate for the Soldier at the
Frnnt.
This question of conservation of
food has become so agitated by those
who have a knowledge of what It
means In the preservation of life, who
have made a study of the food condi
tions, and the requirements of the
country, that it is beginning to arouse
the entire nation. The economist
whose duty It is to study the output
and compare It with the consumption,
sees a rapidly creeping up of one on
the other, and, when the appetite of
consumption gets a headway on the
output where will the nation be I It
la time the people were aroused, for
there Is danger ahead unless the In
telligence of the people Is awakened to
tho facts. The crop of 1917 will be
less than an average one, and see the
work It has to perform. It has to
feed the man producing it and he la
of less efficiency today than a year
ago. His strength has been reduced
by the drawing away of the thousands
from the farms, who are now in the
ranks of the consumer Instead of in that
of the producer. . There Is an Inverse
ratio here that can only be under
stood when confronted with the ap
palling figures presented by those In
charge of the conservation work. The
army hns to be fed, dependents cared
for, the navy has to have provisions,
and we cannot sit idly by and see the
women and children of the countries
across the sea starve. There Is such
a great call for active participation In
the matter of providing food, that
those who are left at home in charge
of this work have a responsibility
nlflfOrl nmn fhaiil full, na ir.niit a ktva
j.Hku ujmu ...... u .uuj iu no un,
the man at the front who has gone out
to protect the homes, the sanctity and
the honor of those who are left behind.
The producer should think only of
this; there should be economy, not
only of labor. Every acre of avail
able land should be producing. AaV
vantage should be taken of every day
light hour. It must not be a ease o2
how much can we make. It must b
a case of "fight" with those who have
gone overseas, but in our way, fight to
win the war. Where that spirit per
vades will be found the spirit of tMe
patriotic American. There is no diffi
culty in securing land In any of the
states. It may be rented on easy teru
or purchased at low prices, and there
should be little difficulty arranging
with bankers to get the necessary
funds to carry on operations. Should
you not be able to get what you want
In your own state, Western Canada
offers an immense wide field for opef
ations at the lowest possible cost and
Americans are welcomed with open
arms. Homesteads of ICO aorea each
may be had on easy conditions, and
other lands may be purchased at low
prices on easy terms. The yields of
all kinds of small grains are heavy.
The prospects for a 1017 crop are ex
cellent, and it looks today as if then
would be as good a return as at any
time In the past and when it is real
ized that there have been yields of
forty and forty-five bushels ef wheat
over large areas this should be ea
couraglng. Now that the two coun
tries are allies and the cause is a com
mon one there should be no hesitation
In accepting whatever offer seema to
be the best In order to increase the
production so necessary, and which
should it not be met will prove a se
rious menace. Particulars as to Cana
dian lands, whether for purchase or
homestead, may be had on application
to any Canadian Government Agent
Advertisement Total Loss.
Mr. Knlcker As a patriotic duty
we should eat the perishable things,
Mrs. Bocker Everything Is perish
able when Jack sits down at Hie ta
ble. Life.
THI3 13 THE AGE OF YOUTH.
Yon will look ten years younger if yoa
darken your ugly, grizzly, gray hairs by
using "La Creole" Hair Dressing. Ada.
General Worry Note.
Nothing hns alarmed us more la
years than the talk of a general sub
stitution of kilts for trousers. We da
not think we would look well la kllta.
New Orleans States.
To Drive Oat Malaria
And Build Up The System
Take the Old Standard GROVE 3
TASTELESS chill TONIC. Yon know
what you are taking, as the formula is
printed on every label, showing it is
Quinine and Iron in a tasteless form. The
Quinine drives out malaria, the Iroa
builds op the system, jo cents.
Horrors of War.
Mrs. Peck They are going to arrest
all susplcieus persons.
Mr. Peck Maybe they won't Maria,
so long as you are suspicious only of
me. Judge.
60AP IS 8TR0NGLY ALKALINE
and constant use will burn out tha
scalp. Cleanse the scalp by shampoo
ing with "La Creole" Hair Dressing,
and darken, in the natural way, thosa
ugly, grlaaly hoirs. Price, $1.00 Adv.
Many a man who canes nothing for
art worships the portrait of the blonde
lady on a $20 gold piece.
Seattle Is the home of two sur
vivors of Qxnmtreirs CHvll war guerril
la gang. '
When Your Eyes Need Care
Try Marine Eye Remedy
He Smntaf J r Oonrffen, M mow a
brsirfu or milt Writ for Viae Book.
aisiiii arte raumroo., cuta-aso