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Mrs. Laurence^ Tri?s Her By KATE TUCKER. (Copyright, 1920, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) THE bugbear of Dr. Laurence'* life as general practloner in the small town of Crawford was cases that are generally known as "nervous." He wad courageous and versatile, as most small town doctors have to be. He would go his rounds fourteen hours out of the twenty-four during epidemics; would go with steady nerve Ht-ough operations that would have (Red a more celebrated surgeon; he 1 * would listen patiently to the queries of young mothers over their infants' teething difficulties?all that -sort of lllnrv Ph.fr Mtkoa 1 ? > *? iont ootri "nerve*" Dr. Laurence wished to give' Mrs. Laurence, however, had been' reading upon modern methods or treating nervous disorder's la.tlie doctor's medical Journals and In tho popular maga/fnei. Ps/chopatblc was her latest hobo?, and somehow in spite n? tho flvo little Laurencn, Mr*. Laur.ence always had time for some bobby or nnoth "I really fool." she told the doctor one evening, while the-mother's heip4 er> Vera, was patiently putting the younger .two Laurences to bed and the older two were dancing an Indian war dance as a preliminary to putting ' themselves to bed. "I really think that I would have a positive talent for psh i,1 . chlo healing. You know reputable ' doctors are taking It up now. There v:-ls a wonderful future for It. I don't see why you don't go In for that sort of thing. All tlie best doctors are doing It. Take Robert Ludwell for Int | stance. His caso Is purely psycho, pathlc?perfectly absurd for you to look at the case In any other way. What yon want to do Is to got down . deep at the root of the matter. He j| -doesn't sleep and he's losing weight, not because he has overworked on that book of his, as you tell him, but because of some foar Image that lurks in bis mind. It is your duty to probe down till you find it and. Uien, through j the force of your mentality over his, to dispel that fear image." : > . "So you said," commented Dr. Laurence, and then?"'perfect bosh, perfect bosh." He paced back and forth before the living room open fire. . "I wish I could do, something for L Robert, however." There was suddenly an unusual note of pleading in Mbs. Laurence's 'voice. "WU1 you let me try?" she | .said, and apparently Dr. Laurence ' agreed, although It he did agree It was surely not because he had any i Interest In his wife's theory of psyfcj, cblc healing. The firsi step lri Mrs. Laurence's L-'c campaign to cure Robert Ludwell took f*1 : place the next evening, when the docL asked him to snend th? fivonlnp -at Ms house, without, of course,, suggesting to him that Mrs. Laurence was ' going to admihlster her first treat - -ment in psychic healing. \ I There was considerable confusion. .Vera, tfie mother's helper, had been ;away oh her very rare afternoon off. L.' .-LThe twins refused to be put to bed i- > ,J>y any one else and their rebellion 71gave the cue to the older child to fall .-down stairs, with considerable injury to his tired feelings, but no great P id-bruising. So dinner was late and the ?;;vconfu8ton still was discernable when .'.Robert arrived. There were -Intermittent walls from I the nursery, a slamming of "dishes In I . the kitchen and glimpses of the rather ' ^ flush-faced, distracted Vera as she I * -pursued the older children through the | living room In her effort to pack there ". of to bod. But Mrs. Laurence was | Snot one to be much ruffled by such ?.>7'mild domestic confusion and oventu-j ally she managed to sit beside Mr. | Ieu aione uerorc tne {(replace and the first probing, discovered one thing. Ho had ror of boarding houses. He disboarding house coffee. He likehad a horror of any sort of coni. He ' intimated when Mrs. snce ashed him point-blank why id never married that poalbly it because he w*s a recluse by naHe had to have quiet for his Mrs. Laurence decided to Invite Ludwell to leave his boarding s and to spend a month at the snce establishment. There he 1 have no more boarding house e, there would be no more conn, she was sure. s was surprised when he acceptand the doctor's invitation. She 't expected he would come so Jgly. And the doctor was even 3 surprised. e Bays he wants to be away confusion?" gasped the doctor, am sure you don't think there! er any confusion here," said Mrs. race, "and the coffee is certainly ir than the kind one gets in ai ding house." Mrs. Laurence was! ning now for her system of psy-j athic treatment on Mr. Ludwell. I I u ?w oubbovuw wiui aim sue might take the work up as a careor?she might become quite a specialist. I Meantime Dr. Laurence had been making observations, and he had ob" ' .served a pair ol pretty blue eyes vrhich I he had come to regard with something akin to fatherly affection. He " noticed that at times those eyes turn-! ed a very soft limpid blue and then' dropped In confusion. And then he would glance across the room, only to find a pair of supposedly melancholy dark eyes suddenly delve deep in a book or newspaper. At times Mrs. Laurende was profuse .in her apologies to Mr. Ludwell. At .breakfast, she would ask him how he slept. "I hope you didn't hear the Itwlns," she would say. "They were up I 'earlier than usual, and Richard fell 1 out of bed. Ton may have heard him I screaming In the night; not hurt. I merely frightened. "And you might I have discerned her confusion^ which I was deep-seated. because It had been I part of her plan to have theXAurence 1 ' household breathe that calm mid quiet I .which -would be the proper antldate I -far the boarding house fear image. Then one evening you might, had you been hidden somewhere beside the I side veranda of the Laurence homeI stead, have heard the following con versation. It was an evening whpn I .Dr. and Mrs. Laurence were attendI lng some board meeting or other and r Vera was at home to look after things, I as usual, Mr. Ludwell, In spite of;a New Idea in Tailoring tor Spring Wear j 7T By CORA MOORE, New York's Fashion Authority. NEW YORK, Feb. 26.?One of the attractive suits that illustrate the coming mode Is worn by a popular actress In tVe new Dillingham play, "The Night Boat," and an adaption from it is shown herewith. It has a narrow sk(rt, longer than the skirts that belong to other types of suits, hoisted a little at the back to give It the dragged-in appearance that opens over a vest of lemon-colored silk trlcolette, the suit Itself being of navy blue -serge which, Incidentally, Is very scarce and high-priced. Attached to the vest Is a high muffler collar with ends crossing each other at the back. previous engagement; had remained home also.. "Did,you get any sleep last night at all?" asked Vera wearily. some," commented Ludwell; "what was the row in the nursery?" "Well Richard woke up at 1. and decided It was a good time to bite his sister Bell's big toe. He ,has been waiting for a chance to get even. That; woke the twins, and so it went on, ana, of jpourse, some one is always sure to I wake at 5 and then they begin again." "Hard on you," said Ludwell sympathetically. "But there's this about it. When I do get a chance to sleep I .sleep hard. I never saw such confusion?the boarding house was Eden compared to this bedlam." "Then why do you stay?" came a < rather shy question that seemed to trail off weakly toward the end. "Yoif don't suppose I'd leave you hero, do you? And I'll tell you, Vera, that what has set me sn my feet again after the exhaustion that followed getting out mylast book in such a frightful short ttme was because I felt that I wanted to know you. After I knew you and saw how hard you worked here I felt I had to pull myself together so I could take care of you. I wanted to, be able to offer you a i,,, ? ?.w ?. - uwuio nucio juu VUU1U aWBJT IT0111 this confusion." Then there was a silence, during which, it you had listened, you would have heard nothing. Then from Robert Ludwell: "How wonderful you are, Vera." And from Vera: "You?you are wonderful, too." Robert and Vera left the Laurence household in more confusion than they found it. Confusion of course, because the mainstay and prop in the guise of Vera was going. But then there was the satisfaction to Mrs. Laurence that she had succeeded amazingly well in this, her first effort in psychopathies. Easy Teacher?Can you tell me how many commandments there are? . Pupil?Ten. "And what happens when you break one?" "There are nine left"?Harper | (Stockholm). Just As Well. Man?What are you fishing for, little boy? T??? r?? *?s juuj?omirs?: i Man?But there are no shark! In that little pond. i Boy?<No?nor nothing elie, so I might as -well fish for sharks.?Houston Post. ' [ ?; ? | Tom. Itwsw Woo Viou comc ! straight h0m1 from ths office to*, vjjfc v/amt to go to I The. movies - i mF \ m | y wiivc. <NOOi -Once-Up Whisk! The magic green shoes Just Csn Town like little light feathers, and town called Once-Upon Town. Of course, it too, was In The Land < ed to stay a while or two whiles or ma: key wasn't there. Now the things in Once-Upon Tow need houses. They were the houses! ' IW?/b J(a The lost books In Once-Upon Town tents?whole streets of 'em. out like a tent and let the leares hang < need a house, does It??it Is a house. That's the way In Onoe-Upon Town, Just spread out their covers like tentsAnd now?you'll never believe this worn out n1av4nir nnri lhr> twine rn-on ^ was Hl-Dlddle-Durapllng-Jotan with one Goose was calling him back. ''John, coi the way with you, you shiftless boy. Y then run all over the streets with one i John hung his head after such a sc book covers where lie belonged. Nancy and Nick felt sorry for him, a good thing. As a rule books knew moi ed that the mushroom was right, for i were misbehaving. Tom Tucker was s< the Piper's Son, was pushing rudely, am Goose was very1 busy! \ (Copyright, 192C I CONFESSIONS 1 (Copyright, 1920, t The Poverty of the People Hurt M The thousand Inhabitants of the r hacienda emerged from their wrecjted r habitations to meet Travers and me. t They did not welcome us. They merely tolerated us. The manager of the E hacienda was courteous,, but not ob- s Ilging. Evidently the attitude of the 8 Mexicans toward Americans had changed in that particular abode. , "Where is Dr. Cdrteis?" I asked as soon as I l)ad replied to the elaborate If not hospitable greetings. Don Jose shook his head with a melancholy expression on his face and in his attitude. "The master is not to be found," he Bald very solemnly. "Nor Don Manuel. Nor the Signora Camilla. All?.alt have vanished from the earth!" i 'fThey have been swallowed up by the earthquake!" came from the lips of a bwstander. ^ "Maybe not. Perhaps we can find them," I said, for I flrnjly helieevd that they were all sealed with Bob in the secret chamber. "Where is Mr. Robert Lorlmer?" "He was carried off ,by the bandits ?th^?devils who attacked this house the day of tho earthquake," replied Don Jose. "Then you are manager here now? With full authority?" I asked. "At your servibe, Signora." "Then set your men to digging through that pile of plaster," 1 demanded. "Dir. Certeis?Don Manuel and the lady Camilla are buried there. My husband 1b there. 1 am sure of it. Get the men to work, t pleaded. Again Don Jose shook his head. "There's a secret chamber under the debris," I insisted. "You can follow the shape of it. It's walls are ancient and firm as the rocks of the earth. It was a fortress long ago. You will find your master safe?alive!" rinn Tnco nVlru rrn-nd Vila rV~"l wu vwuv MU1 UBQint litD dUUUIUGIDi <1 "Tomorrow?the men will work," he i said. "Today?they are unwilling." < I realized suddenly that B'o'n Jose didn't care much about finding his ft ' CA and get your complete EM log and hear,this one. imnsi When It Comes to ] 1U1U5\ Give Me the Sultar H. G MAC< Over Deitzs The Up Sta ,D [ HELLo/T&M? JCALieO . OP Tq BEMWO VoO " ABOUT C0M1W6 MOMF EABLN SO WE CAkl / ?_ go To A movie m II lifted Nancy and Nick oat of Peach- || set tbem down gently in another | ' Lqst Things. They were determln- II 'be three. Just to be sore their mon- || 1 were unusual, because they didn't || 'ake a book and' spread its. covers || SSB just spread out their covers like lorn. There! That booh doesn't where all the lost books lived. They -whole streets of 'em. , I'm sure?the pictures In the books [zed a lot of them right away. There shoe oft, hopping all around. Mother ne here or you'll catch cold. That's ou go to bed in your stockings and ihoe off. Come here at once." :olding and crept back under the but the magical mushroom said it was re than people, anyway. And it seemmany of the Mother Goose people rreanjing that he was hungry. Tom d his' pig was squealing, too. Mother I, N. E. A.) > of a bride] ly the N. E. A.) 1 ' e. It Was Habitual Poverty. naster or any of those who had tornerly occupied places of authority at he hacienda. Dr. Travers jumped out of the car ind took Don Jose aside and began to irgue the case in his best- Spanish. 1 tudied the man and the crowd. Don Jose might have been Villa's win brother from his looks. He Was a lapable man. He perceived what a ;rund chance he had to set up a lice little government of his own at he hacienda. That was why he ouldn't persuade tho people to searcn or the master! Probably. Certeis had iriglnally employed him because of his bility to'control the male inhabitants if .the hacienda. . Not .more, than a vlurth of them would ever be loyal to iny jeaaer, i aeciaea alter a rapid currey of the crowd. Probably some of hem were out and out revolutionists, ome were Carranzlsts, some were folowers of one popular "general," some railed after each new political star. The poverty of the people hurt me. t was habitual poverty, the poverty it those for whom a government does lothlng. The people were so used to heir misery that it never occurred to hem to resent political exploitation. Theirs was the poverty of an uniducated people?the poverty of the azy. Everything man uses come from the oil and is maile fit for man's conumption by the work of man's hands. Vhen men refuse to work, either from physical laziness as It is developed In tot climates, or from the mob spirit is developed in Russia, or from falso deas of ease and comfort as has haplened in more than one civilized counry since the war?whenever men reuse to labor they court starvation for hemselves and their neighbors. 1 oncluded my reverie with the comnent, "Mexicans are not the only lazy | leople I've evfer seen since Jhe war,"' vhen Dr. Travers returned. "Nothing doing,'' he said briefly. (To Be Continued.) LL ERSON RECORD cataLoving the Girls i's Harem DOLLAM Madison St. irs Store. - ^eu* Ji>sr- have. A COLO SUPPEP- i&Micwr 1 AMD WE CAM GeT ?J 1 AWAS TO "THE- r h MOVIE eaplW i * jglglfc& .j^^BL?' ., & ? M?*|.. v$< Ssl v,v'f.;*; 'fev-. ' <?' i,v ..-: i;'8BpMi tffaTli ii i' T ' r I' |V &:/! 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