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The LASH of
CIRCUMSTANCE
by Harry Irving Greene
Author <y”’Yosonde of the Wilderness"
» llhislvatlona I jy Magnus O. K-oTtner*
corwioHT wo w.aoayMAii Tf,
BYNOPBIB.
Abner Halllday, a nilm*rly mtlllonnlro.
IH r.iiiml gagged. bound ami Inaenidblo In
Jils room, hla an fa rilled and $40,000 mlss
inK. The thread of tin- story In taken up
hy hla nephew Tom. Living In the annn
aru ot h*-*r relatives; reckless Bruce
Halllday un d pretty (.’lure Wlnton. Uruee.
who I* a bond broker, baa been trying to
ralao SIO,OOO to put through a deal und
nave himself from flnuolal ruin. lie baa
applied to his miserly uncle and to others
Tor the loan but has been refused. Tom
sends for William LoDuc. an old-time
rrlond conected with a detective agency,
in relating tho story Tom reverts to bis
acquaintance with a Mrs. I»ace. a wealthy
widow, whose business agent Is Kldiard
Mackay. a boodler and political boss.
CHAPTER V.—(Continued.)
**7ou have come ut last. I was
growing Impatient. I was lonesome
to-night and wanted some ono to talk
to me—preferably you. Do you know,
I had been thinking -of you Just be
fore you called me up. Perhaps It
was thought transmission that made
you ring me a moment later. Who
knows?" She laughed musically as I
took her Angers and bent my lips to
them.
"Mrs. Dace, thought transmission
to remind mo of you would be grossly
superfluous. I am going to be per
fectly plain with you. It Is barely pos
sible that I have thought of something
else since I saw you Inst, but If I have
I do not now remember what It was.
However, you flatter me." Sho with
drew her hand with a sudden avert
ing of her eyes, smiling again.
"No. It was not flattery. I also am
a plnln person and do not speak in
parables. Resides, what harm to
think of one’s friends?” She half
turned an easy chair for me and I
seated myself In It. my eyes running
over the room. The quiet richness of
its furnishings wus a revelation. Ex
quisite taste was In the very air.
Several of the darkly rich pictures
were either original masterpieces or
copies so cleverly that I
could not detect the difference. The
oriental vases were magnificent to
kens of barbaric art, and were over
flowing with great clusters of blood
red roses. Tho furniture was of the
handsomest and the tapestries heavy
and rich. As to Mrs. Dace's Income
I had no but at least her
apartments were high of rental and
equipped with extravagance. For
some reason, Richard Mackay's name
came creeping through my mind like
an evil thing, and I squirmed Inward
ly nt the thought. I had never seen
the man s' faco outside of the papers,
but that in Itself was enough. While
It was not unhundsome In a strong
animal way, the stamp of vice was In
delible upon It. It seemed a sacri
lege to even mention his name In con
nection with that of this exquisite
woman, for his reputation wus as
contaminating as his personality was
poisonous. Furthermore. he was
married.
It Is not my Intention to go further
Into the particulars of my private af
fairs with Mrs. Dace than Is neces
sary for a complete understanding of
the circumstances which surrounded
the mysterious crime against my
uncle. Briefly, I will say that In the
next month we were much together,
and most of the time alone. She
seemed to prefer it that way; I cer
tainly did. and under those auspicious
surroundings our friendship rapidly
thickened. It was a delirious time to
me. wherein during the days I walked
like one In a trance when apart from
her; dreamed rapturously of her by
night and was In a chafing fever of
discontent when not by her side. Of
Bruce's dragon I saw nothing, while
ns for other would-be suitors, sho tact
fully kept them nt bay. Having oc
casion to notice this, and of course
being secretly delighted by’ It. I nev
ertheless one day asked her why she
shunned those who wished to pay her
attentions. She stifled a yawn be
hind her handkerchief.
"Most men bore me." she answered,
quietly. I leaned closer.
"I wish you to toll mo frankly—
And do 1?"
She swayed away from mo slightly,
not answering, her cheeks swept by
her falling lashes and her bosom
swelling; to Its round fullness. I drew
so close that her soft hair brushed my
face. "Matle —tell me," I pleaded.
Her eyes, in whose fathomless
■depths the soul of any man might well
have been drowned, looked up at me.
She smiled and one hand fell feather
light upon my own, setting every
nerve to tingling as a harp vibratos
when swept broadcast by a hand. And
an earthwork Is annihilated by a
cloudburst, so was all my restraint
swept away by the flood of passion
that arose within me; my blood leap
ing like a mountain torrent and my
heart fighting its way to my throat.
Not stopping to think what I said or
did. scarcely realizing; only knowing
that I loved this creature with n pas
sion tlint would no longer he con
trolled, 1 crushed her to me and held
her helpless as I rained kisses upon
her eyes and lips and cried out my
love for her in broken, half-coherent
sentences. She did not resist, and I
doubt if I would have known it had
she done so. such was the intensity of
my fervor. Nor did she respond in
tho least, and when my first ardor
had exhausted Itself and my arn>B re
laxed she quietly broke away from
ine. Her face was flushed and her
hair disordered, but her voice was as
calm as the first time she ever spoke
AND THEN THE WORM TURNED
Remark Really More Than Suffering
Street Car Paßßcnger Could Stand
Without Complaint.
At either end of n seat in a Broad
■way open car was an Individual, the
one at the far end smoking a very
bad cigarette. Midway between these
two sat something very fat. Not only
was it very fat. but its hat was fat
with feathers, its fingers were fat
to me und she told me that 1 was for
getting myself And must leave her at
once. Uncertain as to whether she
had submitted to my outburst with
more or less indifference as the best
way of extricating herself from nn
embarrassing situation, or whether
she was secretly angry, yet worried
greatly over the consequences of my
impetuosity, I held out my hand ap
pealingly as I begged her forgiveness
that In my groat love for her I had
tuken advantage of my superior
strength. My hand she eluded by a
step backward and her perfectly mod
ulated voice once more bade me a non
commltal good night.
I threw my overcoat over my arm
and turned to the door. "But at least
you may tell me If 1 am forgiven," I
pleaded, as heavy of heart I paused
upon the threshold. Her expression
remained changeless.
"I have not fully decided. You will
know later."
"Then I may hope that I have not
sinned beyond redemption and that I
may see you again?"
"You may call me up In a few days
when you have recovered your bal
ance.”
"And until then I must wait for my
answer?"
"Until then you must wait. Good
night.”
I bowed, passed Into the hallway
and loft her, hope and fear battling In
my bosom.
CHAPTER VI.
When I called her up three days
later she seemed to have forgotten
that any such Incident had ever hap
pened. She passed the usual pleas
antries of the day over the wire,
laughed ns softly and musically as
ever, and ended by telling me that I
might call that evening. When I did
so she received me with neither more
nor less than her customary friendli
ness. I was mystified. As to what
was going on in the wonderland that
lay behind her eyes I had no concep
tion further than the evident fact that
she had not been seriously offended.
And that was solace enough for the
present. Of course I would renew* the
asnault-at-arms when the opportunity
seemed propitious, but for the time
being I would resort to steady siege.
I renewed my devotions.
As had been the case before, I again
haunted her. Necessarily this soon
became bruited around the circle of
our acquaintances, and occasionally
echoes of the gossip reached my ears.
Bruce spoke of It once or twice quiz
zically, but as I ignored Ills remarks
he soon quit bothering me with them.
Clare, as usual, had her little say.
"I hear that you and Mrs. Dace are
exceedingly good friends these dnys,
and that you are with her nearly
everywhere," she began sweetly. "I
wish you would tell me about It.”
Now as a matter of fact I was secret
ly proud to be recognized as the ac
cepted suitor of so beautiful a wom
an, and Clare was an entirely differ
ent proposition from Bruce to confide
in. So I admitted nonchalantly that
we were on excellent terms. She
frowned a little.
“Well, I suppose, of course, that it
Is all right, nnd anyway it is none
of my business. But she is such a
mysterious woman. She lives like a
duchess and everybody says her hus
band left her scarcely anything. When
that little is gone what will she do
unless she marries a rich man? And
how on earth could you get money
enough to support a woman of her
tastes as she would demand to be sup
ported? You Just answer me that,
Tom Halllday."
Now I had rather expected some
thing like this from Clare, but never
theless the question annoyed me
somewhat. It was the identical one
that had been making my sane mo
ments a bugaboo for many nights and
days past; still I hated to be remind
ed of it by another person. Even now
I was beginning to feel the drain of
her upon my resources, although I
had done nothing extravagant. I had
taken her to the theater, paid for car
riages, and bought her luncheons and
flowers, but beyond that had done
practically nothing. And in a certain
way there was much satisfaction in
tlie thought that I had offered her so
little in the way of allurement besides
my own society. While there were
men by the score who would have
been overjoyed to squander money
upon her. she had laughingly excused
herself to them for the sake of Inex
pensive little evenings with me. As
proof that she really preferred me It
seemed conclusive, and was the thing
that gave me the most hope. How
ever I did not speak and Clare went
on;
“Some of her gowns cost more than
you earn in a month, while as for
supporting an establishment at the
Arcadia—well, of course the very Idea
is preposterous. Now why don’t you
be sensible?” I smiled, scenting what
was coming.
“And what is your idea of sense,
Clare?” I Inquired.
"Well, take up with a nice little
girl like Mollle Osborn, for instance."
It was Just as I had suspected, for
Clare and Mollle are chums and de
voted in advancing each other's in
terests. But the idea that any man,
once knowing Mrs. Dace as I knew
her, could be content with a girl like
with many Jeweled rings, its neck
was fat with beads and its corsage
was superfatted witl chains, lorg
nettes, vanity (!) boxes and falls of
lace. It was In fact so fat and so ac
curately placed In the exact center
of the seat that between It and the
two Individuals at t* e ends there was
not room for the thinnest of passen
gers to right or left.
The car stopped to take on a small
Mollle struck me ns so deliciously
nonsensical thnt I could not refrain
from laughing.
"It Is absurd, Clare. Certainly Mol
lle is strictly all right, but she would
look like a mouse beside Mrs. Dace."
She nodded spiritedly.
"Now you are talking sense. Dike
a nice little white mouse beside a
leopardess, exactly." I did not like
the comparison.
"Do you mean to say that Mrs. Dace
Is a leopardess?” I demanded with
some warmth. Clare was as cool as
a cucumber.
"Oh, I don’t know. Anyway, she Is
as beautiful as one. And viewing
her as I have only from a distance, I
have somehow gained the impression
that there are traits In common be
tween them. She Is so wonderfully
smooth and soft and quiet moving,
you know.” She looked up at me side
ways, saw the displeasure that rested
upon my face and broke Into a laugh
as she gave my cheek a pat.
"Of course you must not mind what
I say, Tom, dear. I really know al
most nothing about your charmer,
and I trust to your level head to take
care of you. Only please do be care
ful.” So we laughed together and
dropped that subject hard then and
there.
Up to this time tne course of no
man’s love ever ran smoother than
had mine for Mrs. Dace. Yet It was
only a few days after this conversa
tion with Clare that there happened
a thing so awful to me at the time
that hades Itself could have offered
no torture more exquisite. I had never
been Jealous of Mrs. Dace for the sim
ple reason that I had seen no cause
to be; yet I knew that the fires of
that passion slumbered within me like
those of a latent volcano. The mere
thought of another making love to her
was a torment. She had told me that
few men Interested her, and the fre
quency of my attendance upon her
seemed to preclude the Idea of a rival
of consequence lurking In the back
ground. That I was being publicly
exhibited to attract attention and
thus used as a sheep-skin to cloak a
real wolf, had never entered my mind
until the thought In all its hideous
ness was forced upon me purely by
accident. I had spent the evening
downtownand was going home at about
eleven, when a circumstance occurred
to me. A few evenings before, when
at Mrs. Dace's, she had requested me
to open a bottle of wine, which I had
done by means of a folding corkscrew
I carried upon my key ring. When I
had reached my own door later In the
evening I had discovered that my
keys were missing, and remembered
at the time that I had laid tho ring
containing them and the corkscrew
upon tho table after opening the bot
tle. I had forgotten to replace them
In my pocket, but knowing they were
perfectly safe, I felt no uneasiness;
told myself that I would recover them
upon my next visit, and ringing the
bell was admitted by Mrs. Tebbets. I
had not seen Mrs. Dace since, and
now on my way home decided to stop
off for a moment at the Arcadia, and
If she or the maid were home I would
claim the keys in order to avoid dis
turbing the housekeeper, who retired
early. I therefore stepped from the
car at the point where it crossed the
boulevard upon which she resided and
hurried towards her building. I
chanced to be upon the opposite side
of the street from my destination,
and as I was about to cross the way
my steps were arrested by the warn
ing honk of a motor car. Pausing at
the curb I watched Its swift approach,
its lights glaring like the eyes of imno
speeding monster. By the street
lamps I saw that It was a ponderous
affair, and a pang of regret stabbed
me that I was not able to possess Its
like. Almost as huge as a locomotive
It looked as It rolled to a point oppo
site me. and then suddenly swinging
in a close circle stopped In front of
"From Out of the Car and Into His Grasp There Stepped the Woman I
Loved.”
person in n bee-hive hat, Just from
rehearsal. She Inventoried the car
with the sweeping glance of tho ex
perienced New Yorker and picked the
seat containing the individuals above
enumerated os offering the best
chances for room, seeing that it held
but three, counting the one In the
middle as only one passenger.
The newcomer Insinuated her small
frame between Mrs. Fatness and the
man with the bad cigarette. She
wriggled, pried and shoved, but got
no further than halfway hack In the
the entrance across tho way. Instinct
ively I paused In the shadow to watch
it.
Its door swung open and out onto
the pavement there stepped a great
mun with a massive bull-dog Bhaped
head and neck, and mustaches that
flowed from his lips like yellow foun
tains. By the gaslight I could see the
bear-like power of his arm as he
thrust out his hand to some one yet
within the car, and a cold premonition
of something wretched to come swept
over me. To my ears there came a
short, peculiar cough, and from this
mannerism of which I had heard, as
well ns from pictures which I had
seeu In the newspapers, I instantly
recognized him. The dragon had ar
rived in his Juggernaut. Richard
Mackay, the infamous, the moral lep
er, who. corrupt of soul and body, had
long reigned as autocrat of the under
world and prince of spoilsmen, loomed
across the way. Fearless and able,
powerful yet subtle, always a domi
nant force for evil, he was one from
whom any man might recoil with se
cret fear.
And an Instant later the wretched
thing came to pass. From out of the
car and Into his grasp there stepped
the woman whom I loved with all my
soul, and my heart seemed to stop.
With his arm around her waist, bra
zenly Indifferent as to who might wit
ness he passed across the walk by
her side and threw the door wide by
a sweep of his free Tiand. For some
reason—l learned later It was because
of a weakened spring—the door failed
to close promptly, and I distinctly saw
them in the subdued light of the In
terior as they stood close together
awaiting the descent of the elevator
car. It was but a fleeting glimpse,
yet had it lasted longer I believe I
should have cried outright In my ag
ony. For as plainly as I ever saw
anything In my life I saw him draw
her close to him as impetuously as I
had done In my outburst as he lifted
her face and half burled It beneath
his sweeping mustache. Then the
door mercifully closed, shutting out
the sight and leaving me with horror
filling my breast and the coldness of
death creeping over me. For an In
stant I was Incapable of movement,
then regaining partial control of my
self, lurched away. Benumbed of
brain, my knees turned to water, and
with Jealousy tearing at my vitals
like a vulture, I staggered homeward.
Upon the night of horror that fol
lowed I do not care to dwell. Like
one In a fever I tossed through the
hours sleepless save for the fitful
dream moments when I wandered far
Into the evil haunts of the nightmare.
Morning creeping grayly Into my
room found me with head splitting
and set eyes that stared at tho celling.
As one who Is crippled with rheuma
tism In every Joint. I arose stiffly,
bathed myself and crawled out Into
the air. It was Sunday morning, and
already the chime of distant bells mel
lowed In my ears. It was all plain to
me now, her deceit and treachery;
and had 1 been sentenced over night
to the gibbet I could not have been
more wretched. In the mlserahleness
of It I stood soul sick before the utter
hollowness of all things. There could
be but one Explanation of It. The
hideous Innuendoes that had haunted
my ears like the whisperings of a sea
shell had been less than the truth,
and I had been used as the false light
to mislead the world; as a dummy,
the fool. Oh. the treachery and the
wickedness and the black shamo of
It! And that this woman for whom I
would have given my heart’s blood
could be guilty of such cruelty to me!
Broken-heartedly. I sobbed beneath
the oaks like a child.
Plainly there was but one thing I
could do. I must renounce her un
qualifiedly even though it well-nigh
killed me, for I could never share
her with anybody—as well might a
man he asked to cut his heart In
seat. Then she swept the cigarette
gentleman with a scathing glance.
"Kindly move over,” said she to him
with considerable acidity.
The gentleman had paid no atten
tion to her shovings and wrlgglings,
since he wns too tightly jammed
ngainßt tho rail to have them matter
one way or the other. But this was
too much. He slowly turned and
looked at her, pressing his lips togeth
er on one side to hold the cigarette
In Bafety. Then he growled; "Kind
ly direct your remark to the dime
“I Demand That You Tall Me Inatant Iy Why You Bay Theae Thlnga,
81 r I”
twain. I must not even see her again
for I dared not trust myself In her
presence. What I might do If I should
meet her alone I did not know.
Whether I would violently denounce
her for her faithlessness, break down
miserably as I was now doing, or com
mit some other scene I could only
conjecture. But In any case matters
would not be mended. The Injury was
Irreparable. I must cast her out of
my life and pursue my way in wretch
edness and silence. I returned to my
rooms.
Uncle Abner was already puttering
away somewhere and I threw myself
into a chair In what was nearly a
physical collapse. 1 felt shrunken and
hollow as though my vitals had been
drawn from my body and I had fallen
into myself. I was Incapable of think
ing logically and the weight that op
pressed me was stifling. Before me
life stretched away as a vortl, hope
less and destitute of light and through
which I must drift miserably until It
merged Into eternity.
I must have sat In a half stupor for
a long time, for as the tinkle of the
telephone bell sounded In my dead
ened ears like a death rattle I got
upon my feet and saw that It was
nearly ten o’clock. Mechanically I
picked up the receiver and asked what
wob wanted. Over the wire there
came to me a voice which at first set
every nerve to tingling and then
turned me sick and faint In the reac
tion. For It was the voice of Mrs.
Dace, softly musical, nnd filled with
the cheerfulness of the morning as
she Inquired for me. In tones that
sounded far away to my own ears I
told her It was I who spoke.
“I did not recognize your ‘hello,’ ’’
she went on briskly. "Your voice
does not sound at all natural this
morning. I am afraid you dissipated
last night. Anyway, it is such a love
ly morning that I have been thinking
perhaps you might wish to call and
take me to church and afterwards for
a little stroll along the boulevard. I
have thought of lots of things over
night that I wish to tell you. And
when wo come back. If you care to
give me still more of youi time, we
will take luncheon hero In my apart
ments. Will you come?”
My head swam and I leaned against
the wall for support. The day previous
an invitation such as this would have
brought me from a sick bed to her on
crutches, but now 1 shuddered as
though a toad had been dropped down
my spine. That she whom I had
adored, defended against the world,
and given my heart, could be so vilely
treacherous! And now with the
sweetness of an angel she would lure
me to her that she might resume her
play of cat and mouse! Yes, Clare
had been right. In stealth and cruelty
she was all leopardess. And she
would even have the scene of the next
act in the sanctuary of the blessed
disciple of love -and truth!
Softly, full of music as a bell. I
heard her voice calling to me and
asking why I did not reply to her, and
driven to Immediate action my mind
suddenly changed. I would go and
see her. I would look upon her once
more and then coldly tell her that our
relations must at once cease. I would
go no further, would give her no
satisfaction at all. but making my
forgotten keys the excuse for respond
ing to her call, would claim them and
bid farewell to her forever! In that
way I would end the whole miserable
business. Commanding my voice by
an effort I answered that I would
come at once, and hung up the re
ceiver without waiting for her to ad
dress me further. I went to the mir
ror and looked into It. My lips were
tense and colorless, my eyes blood
shot, and I seemed to have grown
pounds thinner and years older over
night. Once more I bathed my face
in cold water and set out for the Ar
cadia.
She opened the door at the first
sound of the bell, and royally beauti
museum thing on your right.”—New
York Presß.
Surely Queen of All Hens.
A certain Industrious hen. Interest
ed In the welfare of Petaluma, Cal.,
has gone so far In her efforts to
spread the renown of the city of eggs
and broilers that she recently pieced
four yolks In one shell. Her zealous
ness was discovered by a firm of egg
merchants, Whitcomb & Baker. The
egg was slightly larger than normal.
It looked like a regular egg until a
ful In her cool mcrnlng gown, stood
smiling before me. At first Bhe seemed
about to approach me even closer, but
as her eyes sought my face she drew
back and her smile vanished as the
sunshine behind a driving cloud.
“111?” she Inquired, quick solicitude
in her tones. I shook my head as I
stepped within.
She closed the door behind me. “Oh,
you men, you dissipate so,” she said
with an attempt at bantering. “But
I am really surprised at you, Tom. I
had thought your morals almost too
Immaculate. However, a walk in the
outer air will do you good. We will
omit the church if you don’t care to
go inside. I only used that as a sub
terfuge to get you to come, you know.
Can you forgive such deceit In me?”
I looked at her helplessly, marveling
at her duplicity. The shadow of a
frown came to her brow.
“Why don’t you say something?
You only stand there and stare at me
so unpleasantly,” she went on with a
trace of impatience. Thoroughly sick
at heart I addressed her as I changed
my mind again Into the determination
to confront her with her heartless
ness.
“Mrs. Dace, I have come to tell
you that I cannot see you any more.
That you made a fool of me for some
purpose of your own. It Is of course
not necessary that I should inform
you. That you have wounded me
greatly and caused me much suffering
you may not know; but If It Is any
satisfaction for you to have that
knowledge I now confess It to you. I
do not think that I have anything
more to say to you except to ask for
the keys I Inadvertently left here and
bid you goodby.”
Her eyes opened wide and she stood
staring blankly into my face. “I
don’t understand—what have I done?
—you look so strange— ’’she stam
mered. I did not answer.
Her mouth straightened a bit and
a chill came Into her voice. “But I
Insist upon knowing. You have sud
denly charged me with very unpleas
ant things and I have the right to
demand an explanation in justice to
myself. That right being given me, I
may or may not wish to avail myself
of my privilege to make a reply. But
having had that opportunity you need
not fear that I shall ask anything
further of you. Still, I feel that there
must be some mistake. You must ex
plain yourself.”
I turned my face from her as I an
swered bitterly:
“Had any one in the world told
me what I now know I should have
struck him down. When rumors came
to my ears I always shut them out be
cause of my faith In you. But what
my own eyes see I cannot doubt. I
hnd grown to trust you impllcity, and
you yourself molded and cemented
my faith by your protestations. That
I loved you better than my own life
I have told you and I think convinced
you. You have paid me back with
heartless treachery.”
“I demand that you tell me Instant
ly why you say these things, sir,” she
cried, the hot crimson flaring in her
cheeks. With the cold deliberation
with which a gladiator might dispatch
his crippled enemy I returned to the
attack.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
His Star of Mercy Had Set.
Little Arthur was very proud of
his membership in the "band of mer
cy.” He wore the badge, a small
star, as If It were a policeman’s in
signia. and could often be heard re
proving the other boys for their cruel
treatment of dogs and cats.
But one day a lady of the neigh
borhood was astonished to find him In
the very act of tormenting the cat
most cruelly. She protested, "Why,
Arthur, what are you doing? I
thought you belonged to the ‘band of
mercy?’ ”
*‘l did,” he said, "but I lost my star.”
—The Metropolitan.
candle gave an X-ray view of four
smnll yolks. A hunt Is still being made
to locate the hen. In the same ship
ment were a number of other eggs
containing two yolks, but the egg
with the four yolks is said to break all
records.
Willing to Overlook It.
Victim—Say. durn ye, you've pulled
the wrong tooth!
Dentist—From the way you hollered
I thought I had hold of the right one,
but we’ll call It my mistake.
RESTORED TO HEALTH.
After Suffering with Kidney Disorder*
for Many Yeare.
Mrs. John S. Way. 209 S. Bth St., In
dependence, Kans., says: “For a num
ber of years I was a victim of disor
dered kidneys. My back ached con
stantly, the passage
of the kidney secre
tlons was Irregular
and my feet and an- Cv
kies badly swollen. JL
Spots appeared be
fore my eyes and 1
was very nervous.
After using numerous
remedies without relief, I was com
pletely cured by Doan’s Kidney Pills.
In view of my advanced age, my cur*
seems remarkable.”
"When Your Back Is Lame, Remem
ber the Name-DOAN’S. 60c. all stores.
Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
COMPARISON.
He —Ah! Genevieve, when I looks
it the Immense expanse of boundless
ocean. It actually makes me feel
small!
LAWYER CURED OF ECZEMA
"While attending school at Lebanon,
Ohio, in 1882, I became afflicted with
bolls, which lasted for about two
years, when the affliction assumed the
form of an eczema on my face, the
lower part of my face being Inflamed
most of the time. There would be
water-blisters rise up and open, and
wherever the water would touch It
would burn, and cause another one to
rise. After the blister would open,
the place would scab over, and would
burn and Itch so as to be almost un
bearable at times'. In this way the
sores would spread from one place to
another, back and forth over the
whole of my upper lip and chin, and
at times the whole lower part of my
face would be a solid sore. This con
dition continued for four or five years,
without getting any better, and in fact
got worse all the time, so much so
that my wife became alarmed lest it
prove fatal.
"During all this time of bolls and
eczema, I doctored with the best phy
sicians of this part of the country, but
to no avail. Finally I decided to fry
Cutlcura Remedies, which I did, tak
ing the Cutlcura Resolvent, applying
the Cutlcura Ointment to the sores,
and using the Cutlcura Soap for wash
ing. In a very short time I began to
notice Improvement, and continued to
use the Cutlcura Remedies until I was
well again, and have not bad a re
currence of the trouble since, which Is
ov<,r twenty years. I have recom
mended Cutlcura Remedies to others
ever since, and have great faith in
them as remedies for skin diseases.”
(Signed) A. C. Brandon, Attorney-at-
Law, Greenville, 0., Jan. 17, 1911.
Although Cutlcura Soap and Oint
ment are sold everywhere, a sample
of each, with 32-page book, will be
mailed free on application to "Cutl
cura,” Dept. L, Boston.
Mean People.
Henry Russell, the head of the Bos
ton opera, was descrtning his foreign
tour in search of talent.
"They were mean people,” ho said
of the singers of a certain city. "I
could do no business with them. They
thought only of money."
Mr. Russell smiled.
"They were as bad as the man who
discovered the Blank theater lire.
"The first Intimation the box office
had of this fire came, at the end of
the third act, from a fat man who
bounded down the gallery stairs,
stuck his face In at the ticket window
and shouted breathlessly:
"'Theater’s afire! Gimme me mon
ey back!’ ”
Ladies’ Diplomat.
Miss Lillian Russell, more beautiful
than ever, was serving tea at the Pro
fessional Woman's league bazar at
the Waldorf-Astoria. A member of
the Spanish legation passed with two
charming girls, and Miss Russell Bald:
"No wonder that young man Is so
popular with the ladles. He Is a la
dies’ diplomat.”
“How a ladies' diplomat?” a com
poser asked.
“Well,” explained Miss Russell, "he
Is the sort of chap who always remem
bers a woman’s birthday and forgets
her age.”
Hadn’t Brought It.
Teacher (disgustedly)—My boy, my
boy, where is your intuition?
Boy—l ain’t got any. I’m only here
a few days, nnd I didn’t know what I
had to git.—Judge.
A QUARTER CENTURY
r» uvnu ■ kii whii i w.. ■
IJpforo tho Public. Over Klto Million Free Sample*
given away each year. The constant and Increas
ing sales from samples proves tho gonulno merit of
AI.LBN'B FOOT-KABB, tho antiseptic powder to
be shaken into tho .shoes forTlred. Aching. Swollen.
Tender feet. Kelleves corns nnd bunlonsof all pain.
Hutnplo Kitke. Address, AllcnS.Olnihtod.LoUoy.N.Y.
At the Bank.
"Your husband has stopped pay
ment on your alimony check.”
“I know it; he no longer loves me.”
Only to find our duty certainly, and
somewhere, somehow, to do It faith
fully, makes us good, strong, happy,
and useful men.—Phillips Brooks.
Makes the laundress linppy—that’* Red
f, roßs Bag Blue. Makes beautiful, clear
white clothes. All good grocers.
Love may not make the world go
round, but It seems to make a lot of
people giddy.

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