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tywi . EXCUSE ME! Novelized from the Comedy of IheSacao Name) By Rupert Baches ILLUSTRATED Trom rhotetrapns ol Ilia riiy Produced By Henry W. Sarafe Copyright, ml, by 1 1. K. Fly Oo. CHAPTER XVIII. In the Compotlte Car. It was tho gentle stranger's turn to miss his gueBs. He bent over the chair Into which Mallory had flopped, and snld In a tense, low tone: "You look llko a t'oroughbrcd sport. I'm trying to mako up a game of stud poker. Will you Join mc?" Mullory shook his heavy head In re fusal, nnd with dull eyes watched the man, whose profession he no longer misunderstood, saunter up to tho bliss ful Doctor from Ypsilarrti, and mur mur again: "Will -you Join me?" "Join you in what, sir?" said Dr. Templo, with alort courtesy. "A little gamo." "I don't mind," the doctor smiled, rising with nmiablo roadinoss. "Tho checkers arc in tho noxt room." " "Quit your klddln'," tho stranger coughed. "How about a little freeze out?" "Frooze-out?" said Dr. Temple. "It sounds interesting. Is it something like authors?" The newcomor shot a quick glance at this man, whose innocent air he Buspcctod. But he merely drawled: "Woll, you play it with cards." . "Would you mind teaching me the rulejs?" said the old sport from Ypsi lanti. Tho gambler was growing suspicious of this too, too childlike innocence. He whined: "Say, what's your little game, eh?" but decided to risk the vonture. He sat down at a table, and Dr. Temple, bringing along his glass, drew up a chair. The gambler took a pack of cards from his pocket, and Ehuflled them with a snap that startled Dr. Temple and a dexterity that de lighted him. "Go on, it's beautiful to see," he explained. The gambler set the pack down with the one word "Cut!" but since the old man made no effort to comply, the gambler did not insist. Ho took up the pack again and ran off five cards to each place with a grace that staggered the doctor. MalLory was about to Intervene for tho protection of tho guileless physi cian when the conductor chanced to eaunter in. , The gambler, seeing him, snatched Dr. Temple's cards from his hand and slipped the pack into his pocket. "What's the matter now?" Dr. Tem ple asked, but the newcomer huskily answered: "Wait a minute. Wait a minute." The conductor took in the scene at a glance and, stalking up to the table, spoke with the grlmness of a sea-captain: "Say, I've got my eye on you. Don't start nothin'." The slranger stared at him wonder ingly and demanded: "Why, what you drlvin' at?" "You know all right," the conductor growled, and then turned on the be fuddled old clergyman, "and you, too." "Me, too?" the preacher gasped. "Yes, you too," the conductor re peated, shaking an accusing forefinger under his nose. "Your actions have been suspicious from the beginning. We've all been watching you." Dr. Temple was so agitated that he nearly let fall his secret. "Why, do you realize that I'm a " "Ah, don't start that," sneered the conductor, "I can spot a gambler as far as I can see one. You and your side partner hero want to look out, that's all, or I'll drop you at the next tank." Then he walked out, his very shouldor blades uttering threats. Dr. Temple stared after him, but the gambler staled at Dr. Temple with a homage. "So you're one of us," ho said, and seizing the old man's limp band, shook it heartily: "I got to slip It to you. Your make-up is great You Dearly had me for a .coins on. Great!" And' then he sauntered out, leaving th clergyman's head swimming. Dr. Temple turned to Mallory for explana tions, but Mallory only waved him away. He was not quit convinced himself. He was convinced only that whatever else anybody might be, no body apparently desired to be a clergy 9UO In these degenerate days. The conductor returned and threw Into Dr. Temple the glare of two basil tek eyes. The old men put out a be seeching band and began: "My good man, you do me a grave injustice." The conductor snapped back: "You say a word to me aud I'll do you worse than that. And if I spot you with a pack of cards in your hand again, I'll tlo you to the cow-ketcher." Then he msrehod off at.-ain. The doctor foil back into a chair, trying tc figure it out. Then Ashton and Fos- dick and littlo Jimmio Wellington and Wedgewood strolled In and, dropping Into chairs, ordered drinks. Before tho doctor could ask anybody to ex plain, Ashton was launched on a story. His mind was a suitcase full of anec dotes, mostly of tho smoking-room order. Wherever three or four men are jjathered tozethcr. thov rauldlv nrcan- Saved! "I refused to be operated on, the morning I heard about Cardul," writes Mrs. Elmer Sicklcr, of Terre Haute, Ind. "I tried Car dui, and it helped me greatly. Now, I do my own washing and ironing." E63 CARDUI Take The Woman's Tonic Cardui is a mild, tonic remedy, purely vegetable, and acts in a natural man neron the delicate woman ly constitution, building up strength, and toning up the nerves. In the past 50 years, Cardui has helped more than a million women. You are urged to fry it, because we are sure that It will do yoj ood. At all drug stores. &&aasFTm jze a crearing-houso of off-color stories. Tho doctor listened in spite of him self, and in spite of himself he was amused, for stories that would be stupid if they were decent, tako on a certain verve and thrill from thelt very forblddenness. The dear old clergyman felt that It would be priggish to take flight, but lie could not mako the corners of his mouth behave. Strange twitchlngs oi the lips and littlo steamy escapes of giggle-jets disturbed him. And when Aehtou, who was a practiced racon teur, finished a drolatic adventure with tho epilogue, "And the noxt morning they were at Niagara Falls," the old doctor was helpless with laugh ter. Some superior force, the devil no doubt, fairly shook him with glee. "Oh, that's bully," ho shrieked, "I haven't heard a story like that for ages." "Why, where have you been, Dr! Temple?" asked Ashton, who could not imagine where a man could have concealed himself from such stories rtut he laughed loudest of all when the doctor answered: "You see, I live in Ypsilanti. They don't tell me stories like that." "Tli ey who?" said Fosdick. "Why, my pa my patients," the doctor explained, and laughed so hard that he forgot to feel guilty, laughed so hard that his wife in the next room heard him aud giggled to Mrs. Whit comb: "Listen to dear Walter. Ho hasn't laughed like that since he was a a medical student." Then she burled her face guiltily in a book. "Wasn't It good?" Dr. Temple de manded, wiping his streaming eyes and nudging the solemn-faced English man, who understood his own nation's humor, but had not yet learned the Yankee quirks. Wedgewood made a hollow effort at laughter and answered: "Extremely very droll, but what I don't quite get was why the porter said " The others drowned him in a roar of laugh ter, but Ashton was angry. "Why, you blamed fool, that's where the joke came in. Don't you see, the bride groom said to the bride " then he lowered his voice and diagramed the story on his fingers. Mrs. Temple was still shaking with sympathetic laughter, never dreaming what her husband was laughlnp at. She turned to Mrs. Whitcomb, but Mrs. Whitcomb was still glaring at Mrs. Wellington, who was still writ ing with flying fingers and underscor ing every other word. "Soma people seom to think thoy own the train," Mis. Whitcomb raged. "That creature has boon at tho writ ing desk an hour. The worst of it Is, I'm sure she's writing to my hus band." Mrs. Temple looked shocked, but an other peal of laughter came through the partition between the male and fe male sections of the car, and she beamed again. Then Mrs. Wellington finished her letter, glanced it over, ad dressed an envelope, sealed and Stamped Jt with a deliberation that maddened Mrs. Whitcomb. When at last she rose, Mrs. Whitcomb was in toe seat almost before Mrs. Welling ton was out of It. Mrs. Wellington paused at another wave of laughter from the men's ioom. She commented petulantly: "What good times men have. They've formod a club in thero al ready. We womon can only sit around and halo each other." ."Why. 1 don't hate anybody, do "you?" Mrs. Temple oxclaimod, look ing up from tho novel she had found on tho book Bhelvrj. airs. Welling ton dropped iuto tho next chair: "On a long railroad journey I hato overybody. Dou't you hate long jour neys?" "It's tho first I ever took," Mrs. Temple apologized, radiantly, "and I'm having tho what my oldest boy would call the time of my life. And dear Walter such goings on for him I A feY minutes ago I strolled by tho door and 1 saw him playing cards wirn a stranger, and smoking and drinking, too, nil at once." "Boys will be boys," said Mrs. Wil- lington. ' "But for Dr. Templo of all people " "Why shouldn't a doctor? It's a shame the way men have everything. Think of It, a special smoking room. And women hnvo no place to take a puff except on the sly." Mrs. Templo stared at her in nwe: "The woman In this book smokes 1 perfumed things!" "All women smoke nowadays," said Mrs. Wellington, carelessly. "Don't you?" Tho politest thing Mrs. Temple could think of in answer was: "Not yet." "Really!" said Mrs. Wellington, "Don't you like tobacco?" "I never tried it." "It's timo you did. I smuko cigars myself." Mrs. Templo almost collapsed at this double shock: "CI cigars?" "Yes j cigarettes are too strong for m; will you try ono of my pets?" Mrs. Temple wns about to express her repugnance at the thought, but Mrs. Wellington thrust before her a portfolio In which nestled such dainty shapes of such a warm and winsome brown, that Mrs. Temple paused to stare, nnd, llko Mother Eve, found the fruit of knowledge too Interesting once seen to reject with scorn. Sho j hung over the clgnr case in hesitant excitement ono moment too long. Then she said Jn n trembling voice: "I I should like to try once just to seo what It's like. But there's no place." Mrs. Wellington felt that she had already made a proselyte to her own beloved vice, and she rushed her vic tim to the precipice: "There's tho ob servation platform, my dear. Come on out." Mrs Temple was shivering with dis may at the dreadful deed: "What would they say In Ypsilanti?" "What do you care? Bo a sport. Your husband smokes. If It's right for him, why not for you?" Mrs. Templo set her teeth and crossed tho Rubicon with a resolute "I will!" Mrs. Wellington led tho timid neophyte along tho wavering floor of the car and flung back the door of the observation car. Sho found Ira Lath rop holding Anne Gattle's hand and evidently explaining something of great importance, for their heads were very close together. They rose and with abashed fnces and confused mumblings of half swallowed explana tions, left the platform to Mrs. Wel lington and her new pupil. Shortly afterward Little Jimmio Wellington grew restive and set out for a brief constitutional and a breath of air. He carried a siphon to which he had become greatly attached, and made heavy going for the observation room, but reached the door in fairly j good order. He swung it open and brought In with it the pale and waver-' lng ghost of Mrs. Temple, who had been leaning against it for much-needed support. Wellington was stupefled to observe smoke pouring round Mrs. Temples form, nnd he resolved to perform a great life-saving feat. He decided that the poor little woman was on Are and he poised the siphon like a fire extinguisher, with the noble intention of putting her out. He pressed the handle, and a stream of vlchy shot from tho nozzle. Fortunately, his aim was so very wobbly that none of the extinguisher touched Mrs. Temple. Wellington was about to play the siphon at her again when he saw her take from her lips n toy cigar and emit a stream of cough-shaken smoke. The poor little experimentalist was too wretched to notice even so large a menace as Wellington. She threw tho cigar away and gasped: T think I've had enough." From the platform came a voice very well known to Little Jlmmlc. It said: "You'll llko the second ono bet ter." Mrs. Temple shuddered at the thought, but Wellington drew himself up majestically and called out: "Like second one better, eh? I suppozhe it's tho same way with husbandsh." Then he stalked back to the smok tni mom fwllnc that ho had annlhl- For Women Who Care Of course you use an nntisepticin your family and in the care of your own por son, and you want the boat. Instead of what you have been using" such as liquid or tablet antiseptics or peroxide, won't you please try Pastine, a ooncentrhU;d uutiBeptic powder to be dissolved in water as needed. Pa tine is more economical, more cleansing, more germicidal ana more healing than anything you ever usee. ANTISEPTIC Tn iinllt-t(w1pfir.rtf Mid whiten the teeth, remove, urtar ami prevent decay. To dlsinfeot the mouth, destroy diseases germs, and purify tho bronth. To keep artificial teeth and bridgework clean and odorless. To remove nicotine from the teeth aud purify tho breath after smoking. To cradicato pcrsolra tion odors by sponge bathing. As a medicinal ncnt for local treatment of foinlniuo ills whore pelvic catarrh, intlummatlon and ulcerution exist, nothing equals hot douches of Paxtine. For ten years tho Lydia E. Pinkham Med. Co. has been regularly advising their patients to uso it because of its extraordinary cleansing, healing nnd frnrmtMflnl nnmflP. For this TfUr- 1 5'- m poso alono Paxtino is worth its weight In gold. Also for nasal catarrh, 6oro throat, inflamed eyes, cuts and wesnds. All druggists, 25 nnd 50 cents & box. Trial box and testimony of 31 women free on request. THE PAXTONTOILeTCO.,BoTPN,Mfct Uted his wife, ktrt Knowing rrom ex perience that she always had a come back. He knew it would be good, but he was afraid to hear It. He rolled into the smoking room, and sprawling ncross Doctor Temple's shoulders, dragged him from the midst of a highly Improper story with alarming news. "Doc, your wife looks kind o' seedy. Better go to her nt once." Dr. Temple leaped to. his feet and ran to his wife's aid. Ho found her a dismal, ashen sight "Sally 1 What on earth alls you?" "Been smok-oklng," sho hiccoughed. Tho world Bccmed to bo crashing round Dr. Temple's head. Ho could only gurgle, "Sally!" Mrs. Templo drew herself up with weak defiance: "Well, 1 saw you play ing cards and drinking." In tho presence of such Innocent deviltry ho could only smllo: "Aren't we having nn exciting vacation? But to think of you smoking! and ft cigar!" She tossed her head in prldo. "And It didn't make me sick much." Sho clutched a chair. Ho tried to support her. IIo could not help pondering: "What would they Bay in Yp-hip-si-lanti?" "Who cares?" she laughed. "I I wish tho old train wouldn't rock so." "I I've smoked too much, too," sal J Dr. Templo with perfect truth, but Mrs. Temple, remembering that long glass she had seen, narrowed her oyes at him: "Arc you sure It was tho smoke?" "Sally!" he cried, In abject horror at her Implied suspicion.. Then sho turned a pale green. "Oh, I feel such a qualm." "In your conscience, Sally?" "No, not in my conscience. I think I'll go back to my berth and Ho down." "Let me help you, Mother." And Darby and Joan hurried along the corridor, crowding it as tbey wero crowding their vacation with belated experience. CHAPTER XIX. Foiledl It was late in the forenoon before tho train came to the end of its iron furrow across that fertile space be-, tween two of tho world's greatest riv ers, which the Indians called "Iowa," nobody knows exactly why. In con trast with the palisades of the Missis sippi, the Missouri twists like a great brown dragon wallowing in congenial mud. The water itself, as Bob Bur dette said, is so muddy that the wind blowing across it raises a cloud of dust. A sonorous bridge led the way Into Nebraska, and tho train came to a halt at Omaha. Mallory and Marjorlo got out to stretch their legs and their dog. If they had only known that the train was to stop there tho quarter of an hour, and if they had only known some preacher there and had had him to the station, the ceremony could have been consummated then and there. The horizon was fairly saw-toothed with church spires. There wero preachers, preachers everywhere, and not a dominie to do their deed. After they had strolled up and down tho platform, and up and down, and up and down till they were fain of their cramped quarters, again, Mar jorle suddenly dug her nails into Mai- lory's arm. "Honey! look look!" Honey looked, and there before their very eyes stood as clerical a looking person as ever announced a strawberry festival. Mallory stared and stared, till Mar jorie said: "Don't you see? stupid! it's a preacher! a preacher!" "It looks like one," was as far as Mallory would commit himself, and ho was turning away. He had about como to the belief that anything that looked like a parson was something else. But Marjorie whirled him round again, with a shrill whisper to listen. And ho overheard in tones addicted to the pulpit: "Yes, deacon, I trust that the har vest will be plentiful at my new church. It grieves me to leave the dear brothers and sisters In tho Lord in Omaha, but I felt called to wider pastures." And a lady who was evidently Mrs. Deacon spoke up: "We'll rries you terrlblo. We all Bay you arc tho best pastor our church ever had." Maliory prepared to spring on his prey and drag him . to his lair, but afarjorie held him back. "He's taking our train, Lord bless his dear old soul." And Mallory could have hugged him. But he kept clcse watch. To the rap ture of the wedding-hungry twain, the preacher shook hands with such of bis flock as had followed him to the sta tion, picked up his valise and walked up to the porter, extending his ticket. But the porter said and Mallory coud have throttled him for saying it : "'Scuse me. posson, but that's yo' truin ova yondn. You botta move right bmalit, for it's gettln' ready to pull out." , With a little shriok or 'dismay, the parson clutchod his vallso and sat oft at a run. Mallory dnshod after him nnd Marjorlo after Mallory. They shouted as they rnn, but tho conductor of tho east-bound train sang out "All aboard!" and swung on. Tho parson mndo a Bprint and caught the ultlmato rail of tho moving train. Mallory mado a frantic leap at a flying coat-tall and missed. As ho and Marjorie stood gazing reproach fully at tho train which was giving a beautiful Illustration of tho laws of ro treating perspective, they heard wild howls of "Hi! hi!" and "Hay! hayl" and turned to see their own train in motion, and the porter dancing a Zulu step alongside. PAPER BAG COOKING Great System Perfected by M. Soyer, Famous London Chef. COOKING CHILDREN'S GOODIES. By Martha McCulloch Williams. Lives thoro a child with appetite so dead that his mouth never waters when tho word "Qoody" Is montloned? Goodies of all sorts aro tho especial gastronomic delight of all children, and let mo add that goodies of nil sorts can bo mado moro dlgcstlblo and moro delicious by being cooked in paper bags. It was nn acuto social observer who wrote: "Housekeepers instinctively add groaso and sweetening when cook ing for company." The same rule ought to prevail In cooking for chil dren. Food cannot bo too rich for young, thriving creatures, provided it is properly proportioned. Perfect pound cako is a meal In Itself, ginger bread as perfect, but littlo less satis fying, whilo ns for tea cakes of tho right sort, crisp, sugary, melting, an active healthy child may cat all it chooses of them, and bo better for tho eating. Make all theso not merely good, but attractive to the eye. Mako also sponge cako, raisin cake and many manners of fancy tartlets. Mako them individual in that will Ho tho su preme charm. Begin by cutting a big bag length wise Into Btrlps two inches wide. Grease each strip half an inch from one edge, and cut blunt notches into tho crease, three-quarters of an inch apart. From anothor bag, split open, cut rounds or ovals, four to flvo Inches across. Fasten tho notched strips to theso with small clips, letting the notches stand outside and clipping the ends whore they como together. Thus you havo a flat-bottomed individual mould, to bo tilled, after buttering, with anything you llko. Filled, tho moulds aro b'lid inside a Urge lightly greased bag, tho bag set on a trivot, and after sealing, baked in the oven. Let the cakes cool in tho moulds, then tear away the paper and frost thorn or decorato them with candy or nuts. Hero Is Mammy's Pound Cake and hotter never went In anybody's mouth. Tako ten eggs, a pound of flour, sifted with two teaspoonfuls of cream tartar and one of soda, a pound of sifted sugar, threo-quarters of a pound of best butter, a wineglass of brandy or sherry, a tablespoonful lemon extract. Cream the butter very light with half the sugar, add tho other half to the yolks of the eggs after beating them, foamy light, and then beat again. Put in tho butter and sugar, mix well, add the liquor next, then half the flour, putting In a cupful at a time. Fold in next part of the egg whites, which should be beaten "so stiff that they will stick to the inverted dish. Add tho lest of the flour, then the last of tho egg-white. Stir in the lemon ex tract last of all. . Pour into thickly buttered bags or very thin tin moulds thickly buttered. Seal the loaded bags and set on a trivet in tho oven. Put moulds inside greased bags, seal and put on the grid shelf. Have the oven hot enough to turn white paper yellow in five minutes. If the paper scorches it Is too hot cool It by setting a very shallow pan of cold water upon tho floor just before putting In tho cake. Tako out tho pan after a few minutes, of course, first turning down tho gas flame, or pushing in the dampers to reduce heat. Cook at moderate heat until done through. It will tako an hour to an hour and a half, accord ing to tho thickness of tho cakes. Midway tho baking they should bo shifted those from the grid shelf set low on tho broiler, those from tho broiler put high, so that they will cook evenly. Make hole3 in the bag tops and test tho cakes before taking' them up by thrusting In a clean straw or thin knife blade. If tho thing thrust In comes out with no stickiness cling ing to it, the cako is done. Bag cook ing prevents crusting over, and there by facilitates rising. It also saves ifrom burning and avoids tho risk of jarring by too much opening of the 'oven door. Baking powder can bo ' U3ed in place of soda and cream of tartar, but to my thluklng tho old way is tho host j Raisin cako is made almost tho same as pound cake, but takos a littlo longer and slower baking. 1 Every household almost has its own favorite glngerbiead and tea-cake. Make them in your own way, but re member to make them festive. You can do this easily by cutting them out in all manner of fancy shapes be- ' sides thoso already suggested, from frosting them in many colors white, pink, green, yellow and brown, and sprinkling them before tho frosting hajdena, with tiny colored candies, or chopped nuts, or candied peel, or I citron very flnoly shredded. Mako Stars, Ciescouis, mooseo, uiuimiua, what not tho moro, certainly tho merrier whon you como to sot them on ypur dish. Pound cako and raisin cako baked in paper bags can bo cut in cubes, rounds, fingers, or any shapo desired, frostod all over, and bo moro thau ornamental. A centerpleco for a child's party can be built in tho shapo. of a log cabin, using alternately long strips frostod white and other strips of chocolato brown. Or it may bo wbito and pink, or all white, with a root of frosting snow and candy-icicles hanging along the eaves. Vegetable coloring, which Is cheap and perfectly wholesome, can be bought from any first class grocer. (Copyright, 1911, by the Associated Literary Press.) CBURCn DIRECTORY Cliverport Churchis a Baptist Church Bnpttot Sunday School. P:30 a, m. C. If J ugnttoot, superintendent. I'rayer Mw Misty; Wflnaj 7-30 p. m. Baptist Aid SodeiTJ eocieiy mccta Monday nner spcowi stinwjyg over V month. Mm. A. It. Sklllmiin. I'tMUMt PMnchlnjr every Second nnd Fourth Sunday,' Her. E. O. Cottroll, PnJtor. Hethodlst Church Methodist Sunday Scliool. 0:30n. m. Ira ft. ,i lichen. Suncrlntenflmr.. I'rrnelilnir rrr tJ Sunday nt il a.m. nnd 7:30 p, tn. I'raok Lpwh 7i Pastor, Prayer meeting Wednesday, 7:10 fl m. i-.pwonn i.engue, regular icrvicesumiiur. fl'44 p, n: business meeting Orst Tuesday tlUtl A.IStll MHil. lll t.. .! llA. 111 v vni.il iiitiii bi i .tj 15 illtlHril.u Jilt I Us ijwn President, kit dies' Aid foclcty meets Hrsi .",1 Ml nn rl n Alt B.iMfcS l LV . I Jvl t 9 jfe A A President. Lndlcs'-Mlsslonary Society mi-ets l Seconu Sunday In every month, Mrs. Virgil jTI II..1.I.AMA ll.AUlnH. Sit l .....- -l.. H nllit7:20, A, II. Murray. Director. Presbyterian Church I'resnvtcrlun Sunday School DM5 n. m. -'1 Conrnd Slppt-1, Superintendent. Prpnclilrwt H every uitra sunuity, icev.AURir. Minister, PrayrrmcotliR Tuesday. 7:30 )j. m. Ladl Aid Society meets Wednesday nfter Third . Surdity nvcry month. Mrs Clms SatterficJd. President. Catholic Church Klrst Sunday of pnch month. Mns.Svrtnbni und Hcnedietfon, 0:00 a. m., other three Sun days tit 10 1J u. m. On week dnjs .Mass nt 7:W u. m. Catechetical Instruction for tho child-' rcnonSaturdaysatMiKOn.nl , and on Sun clays ut !i:30 a. tn. nnd 2-30 p.m. DR. H. J. BOONE , Permanent tJ Dentist Dr. Owen's Office, Main Street Hours: 8 to 12 a. in. 1 to 5 p. rn, Clovcrport, Ky. Dr.W. B.TAYLOR i.Permanent.. 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