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THE YALE EXPOSITOR, THURSDAY. MAY 22, 1913. "
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lOMj.LWIN
, SYNOPSIS.
Bl!l Cannon, th bonanza kin, and hl
flaug-titer, Hon, who had paased up Mr.
Cornelius .Ky an d ball at Ban Francisco to
accompany hr fathr, arrive at Antelopa.
Pomlnlck Ryan calli on hla" mother to
tK a ball Invitation for his wife, and Is
refueed. Tli letermtned old lady refunea
to rctrni her daufrliter-ln-law. Dom
lnlck hti ttvi trapped Into a marriage
with IternUM Iverson. a stenographer,
evrral y-r hid senior. Bhe squanders his
motify, thy have frequent quarrels, and
he slips away. Cannon and his daughter
are Hnowed In at Antelope. Doniinlck
Hyan 1 nwiiad from storm In uncon--Ious
comiltlDii and brought to Antelope
hotel. Antelijpe 1.4 out off by storm. Rosa
'antion nursed Domlnlck bark to life.
Two weeks liter liernlce discovers In a
papr where husband in and writes letter
trying to smooth over difficulties between
them. Domlnlck at last Is able to Join
fellow snowbound prisoners in hotel par
lor. lie lones temper over talk of Ruford,
an actor. After three weeks, end of im
prisonment 1.4 Men, Telexrums and mall
arrive lomlnh-k pets letter from wife.
Tells Roh loesn't love wife, and never
did. Stormbound people begin to depart.
Ruse ami Domlnlck embrace, father sees
them and demands sn explanation. Rome's
brother nrt Is made manager of ranch,
and Is to get It If he nt.-iys sober a year.
'annon exprenes sympathy for Iomi
nlck's position In talk with Rose. Poml-rdi-k
returns home. Rerny everts herself
to plea st him. but he Is Indifferent. Can
non calls on Mrs. Ryan. They discuss
Pomlnlck' marriage difficulties, and Can
non suggest buying off Rerny. pomlnlck
iroes to park on Sunday with Rerny and
family, s.ies Miss Cannon, bows' to her
and starts uneasiness In Rerny. In Mrs.
Ryan's name Cannon offers Rerny JoO.OtK)
to leav her husband and permit divorce.
8he refuses Pomlnlck sees Rose. Cor
nelia Ryan engaged to Jack Puffy. Can
non offers Rerny $100,000 and Is turned
down. R.rny tells sisters of offer. Ru
fnrd. the actor, makes a hit In vaudeville.
Rose tells Pomlnlck that ha must stick
to wife, and first time acknowledges that
rht loves him. Cannon offers Rerny 1300,
X0 which shrt refuses, saying Cannon
wants Pomlnlck for Rose, dene wins the
ranch. Rerny accuses Rose of trying to
teal her husband and tells her of the off
fered bribe.
CHAPTER XVII. Continued.
"You didn't know anything; about It
then" the wlf said sullenly, wanting
till to be dodant and finding all her
defiance overwhelmed by an Invading
nensation of feeling small, mean and
contemptible.
"Know it?" said the girl, letting a
glance of acorn touch the questioner.
"Know It and let it go on? Hut I sup
pose you've a right to ask me such a
question."
"I guess I have," said Rerny, but her
voice did not have any assurance of
her conviction on the subject. It
sounded flat and spiritless.
"You have. You seem to me to have
a right to aay anything savage and
angry and insulting. And I can only
ay to you I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and I
ask your pardon for me and for the
others. -And that doesn't make it any
easier for you to bear, or do you any
good."
Rerny swallowed dryly and said:
"No, it doesn't."
"AH I can do now is to promise you
that It stops today and for ever.
You'll never be bothered again by any
thing of the kind. You can go back to
your home and feel that never again
trill any one belonging to me try to
come between you and' your husband.
I can't say any more. I can't talk
about it. Oood-by."
She turned away as she spoke and
without a backward look walked rap
idly down the gravel walk to the
street. With an Immovable, unwink
ing gaze, Rerny followed her figure as
it melted Into the fog. It seemed only
a moment before it was gone, appear
ing to dissolve Into the curd-like cur
rents that surrounded it.
Berny sat without moving on the
bench, staring In the direction in
which it had disappeared. Her hands
lay limp in her lap, tho fog beaded in
a crystal hoar on her clothes. She did
not notice its growing chill nor the
rapid downcomlng of the dark. Her
body was as motionless as a statue,
but her mind was like a still, rankly
overgrown lake, suddenly churned in
to activity by unexpected galea of
wind.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Wall Across the Way.
It was dark when Rose reached
home. She had walked rapidly, me
chanically taking familiar turns, crest
ing the long slope of the hill at a
panting speed, rounding corners where
rushes of light revealed her as a dark,
flitting figure hurrying by almost at
a run.
She was aa oblivious to her sur
roundings as Rerny, left motionless on
tho park bench. Never before in her
life had anything like this touched her.
Such few troubles as she had known
had been those of a sheltered domes
tic life tho life of a cherished child
whose dainty self-respect had never
been blurred by a coarse breath. Now
bad come this horrible revelation. It
shook the pretty world she had lived
In like aa earthquake. Idols lay
broken la the dust. She had often
seen her father rough and brutal as
be was to Gene, but that was a dif
ferent thins; to her father's buying
that wretched woman's husband, buy
ing him for her. Rerny's face rose up
on the darkness with its pitiful assump
tion of Jaunty ' bravado, its mean
shrewishness under the coating of
powder and rouge.
"How could they do ltr tho girl
panted to herself. "How could they
ever do such a thing V
She did not suspect Domlnlck. Bhe
could not have believed he was party
to such an action unless ho had told
MENSBOBEN
DrGLRALMNE LONNER,
Aulior of TIE rJUNIXK.
her so with his own lips. As she hur
ried on the thought that this was the
woman he had bound himself to for
the rest of his life mingled with
the other more poignantly-hateful
thoughts, with a last sickening sense
of wretchedness. The sudden, aghast
consciousness of chaos, of an abrupt
demolishing of the pleasant, familiar
settings of a life that never comes to
some, came to Rose that evening as
she ran home through the fog.
She entered the house noiselessly
and sped up to her room. It was time
to drees for dinner, and an old woman-servant
who had once been her
nurse was waiting to. help her. The
mistress and maid were on terms of
affectionate intimacy and the progress
of the toilet was generally enlivened
by gossip and laughter. Tonight the
girl was singularly silent, responding
with monosyllables and sometimes not
at all to the remarks of her assistant.
As the woman drew the fastenings of
the dress together, she could feel that
the body the gown clipped so closely
quivered, like the casing of machinery,
vibrating to powerful concussions
within.
The silence that continued to hold
her throughout dinner passed unno
ticed, as Gene was there and enlivened
the passage of the meal by contrib
uting an almost unbroken stream of
talk. The night before he had been to
a play, the plot of which, and its de
velopment in four acts, he now related
with a fullneBs of detail which testi
fied to the closeness of his attention
and the accuracy of bis memory. As
each course was removed from the
table, and the young man could once
more give his undivided attention to
the matter of discourse, he leaned
back in his chair and took up the
dropped thread with a fresh zest and
some such remarks as:
"In the beginning of the next act,
the hero comes in with his hat on,
and first he says" and so on.
With each of these renewals of the
narrative the Bonanza King subsided
against his chair-back in a limp atti
tude, staring with gloomy fixity at his
boy, and expelling his breath in a long
audible rush of air, which was some
times a sigh and sometimes ap
proached the proportions of a groan.
At the end of dinner, when Gene
announced his intention of leaving as
he was to attend a vaudeville perform
ance, the old roan began to show signs
of reviving animation, going so far as
politely to ask his son where he was
going and with wSom. Ills manner
was marked by a warm, hearty encour
agement, as he said:
"Get the whole vaudeville program
down by heart. Gene, and you can tell
It to us tomorrow night. There'll be
about twelve parts to It, and Rose can
order two extra courses for dinner,
and we might hire some men with
stringed Instruments for an accom
paniment." Gene, with Innocent good-humor, re
sponded gaily:
"All right, father. 111 give It my best
attention, and If there's anything es
pecially good, I'll report to yqu. You
and Rose might like to go some night."
His father, disappointed that his
shaft had made no Impression upon
tho young man's invulnerable ami-
The Old Man's Pace Became a 8tudy.
ability, emitted a scornful snort, and
made no further response to Gene's
cheery "Good nlht"
"There," he said. In tones express
ing his relief, as the portiere dropped
behind his son's departing figure, "he's
gone! Now, Rosty, you and I can
have a talk."
"Yes." said his daughter, looking at
her coffee-cup, "that's what X wanted.
I want to have a long talk with you
tonight papa."
"Fire away," said tho old man. "I've
had to listen to that fool for an hour,
and It's broken my spirit You can
say anything you like."
"Not here," said his daughter; "In
the sitting-room. ITl go in there and
wait for you."
"Why not hero? What's tho matter
with here? Z like It better than the
sitting-room. I'm more comfortable,"
"No, tho servants will want to clear
the things away, and I don't want
them to hear what I say."
"Tell the servants to go to hell,"
said the old man, who, relieved by
Gene's departure, was becoming more
cheerful.
"No, this Is something something
serious. I'll go Into the sitting-room
and wait for you. When you've fin
ished your coffee, come in."
She rose from her chair and walked
to the door. He noticed that she was
unusually unsmiling and it occurred
to him that she had been ao all
through dinner.
"What is it, honey," he said, extend
ing his hand toward her, "short on
your allowance?"
"Oh, no. It's Just Just something,"
she said, lifting the portiere. "Come
when you're ready, I'll bo there."
She walked up the hall to the sitting-room
and there sat down In a low
chair before the chimney-piece. The
chill of th.e fog had penetrated the
house and a fire had been kindled in
the grate. On its quivering fluctuation
of flame she fixed her eye. With her
hands pressed between her knees she
sat immovable, thinking of what she
was going to say, and so nervous that
the blood sang in her ears and the
palms of her hands, clasped tight to
gether, were damp. She had never in
her life shrunk so before an allotted
task. It sickened her and she was de
termined to do it, to thresh it out to
the end. When she heard her father's
step in the passage her heart began
to beat like a woman's waiting for her
lover. She straightened herself and
drew an inspiration from the bottom
of her lungs to try to give herself
breath wherewith to speak.
The old man flung himself into an
arm-chair at one side of the fireplace,
jerked a small table to his elbow,
reached creaklngly for an ash tray,
and. having made himself comfortable,
took his cigar from his mouth and
said:
"Well, let's hear about this serious
matter that's making you look like a
tragedy queen."
"It is serious, she said slowly. "It's
something that you won't like to bear
about."
"Hit me with It," he said, wonder
ing a little what It could be. "Gene's
gone and a child could eat out of my
hand now."
Looking Into the fire, Rose said:
"I was out walking this afternoon
and down in the Union Street plaza a
woman stopped me. I'd never seen
her before. She was Mrs. Domlnlck
Ryan."
The old man's face became a study.
A certain whimsical tenderness that
was generally In it when he spoke to
his daughter vanished as If by magic.
It was as If a light had gone out. He
continued to look at her with some
thing of blankness In his countenance,
as if, for the first moment of shock,
every faculty was held in suspense,
waiting for the next words. He bold
his cigar, nipped between a pair of
stumpy fingers, out away from him
over the arm of the chair.
VWell," he said quietly, "and what
had she to say to you?"
"The most disagreeable things I
think any one ever said to me In my
life. If they're true, they're Just too
dreadful " she stopped, balking from
the final disclosure.
"Suppose you tell mo what they
were?" be said with tho same almost
hushed quietness.
"She said that you and Mrs. Ryan
were offering her money a good deal
of money, three hundred thousand dol
lars was the amount, I think to leave
her husband so that he could get a
divorce from her, and then " she
swallowed as If to swallow down this
last unbearable ICdlgnlty "and then
be free to marry me."
So Rerny had told all. If deep, un
spoken curses could have killed her,
she would have died that moment
"Is It true?" Rose- asked.
"Well, yes," said tho old man in a
perfectly natural tone of dubious con
sideration, "It's a fairly accurate state
ment." "Oh, papa," cried his daughter,
"how could you have done It? How
could you have done such a thing?
Such a hateful, horrible- thing."
"Horrible thing?" he repeated with
an air of almost naive astonishment.
"What's horrible about it?"
"You know. I don't have to tell
you; you know. Dan't say to me that
you don't think it's horrible. Don't
make me feel as if we were suddenly
thousands of mllet apart."
The Bonanza King knew that In
many matters, In most matters involv
ing questions of ethics, they were
more thousands jdj? miles apart than
she even now suipected. That was
one of the reasons why he would have
liked to kill Berny, Who, for the first
time, had brought this dissimilarity In
their points of view to his daughter's
unwilling consideration. He spoke
slowly and vaguely to gain time. He
knew It was a critical moment In the
relations between himself and tho one
creature In the world he loved.
"I don't want you to feel that way,
dearie," he said easily. "Maybe there
are things In this matter you don't
know about or understand. And, any
wajr, what's there so horrible In try
ing to separate a man and woman who
are unhappily married and can't bear
tho sight of each other?"
"You were separating them for me,"
she said in a low voice.
"Well, now," he answered with a
slight rocking movement of his shoul
ders and a manner of almost bluff dep
recation, "I can say. that I wasn't, but
suppose I was?"
She paid no attention to the last
part of tho sentenoe, and replied:
"The woman said you were."
Ho did not answer for a minute, the
truth being that he did not know wha
It was best to say, and wanted tt
wait and let her make statements that
he could cither contradict or seek t
Justify. .
"What made you think X wanted to
marry Dominies: Ryan?" she said slow
ly, her eyes on the fire.
This was a question that went to
the core of the subject. He knew now
he could not put her off, or slip from
the responsibilities of the occasion.
Drawing himself to the' edge of his
chair, he leaned forward and spoke
with a sincerity and feeling that made
bis words very impressive.
"One evening when I was at Ante
lope, I came into the sitting-room and
saw my daughter in the arms of Doml
nlck Ryan. I knew that my girl wasn't
the woman to let a man do that unless
she loved him. That was how I came
to know."
"Oh," said Rose In a faint tone.
"Afterward I heard from Domlnlck
of what his marriage was. I heard
from his mother, too. Then I saw his
wife and I got a better idea from her
what it was than I did from either of
the others. That fellow, the man my
daughter cared for, was tied up in a
marriage that was hell. He was bound
to a woman who could only be man
aged with a club, and Domlnlck was
not the kind that uses a club to a
woman. What liking he'd had for
her was gone. She stuck to him like
a barnacle because she wanted to get
money, was ready to hang on, feet and
hands, till Delia Ryan was dead and
then put up a claim for a share of the
estate. Do you think a man's doing
such a horrible thing to break up a
marriage like that?"
"Yes," said Rose, "I do. It was a
marriage. They'd taken each other
for better or for worse. They'd made
the most solemn promises to each oth
er. Neither you nor any one else had
a right to Interfere."
She spoke with a hard determina
tion, with something of an inflexible,
unrelenting posltlveness, that was
very unusual In her, which surprised
and, for the moment, silenced her fa
ther. It rose from a source of convlo
tlon deeper than the surfaoe emotions
of likes and dislikes, of loves and
hates, of personal satisfactions and
disappointments. At the core of her
being, with roots extending through
all the ramifications of her mental
and moral nature, was a belief In the
inviolability of the marriage tie. It
was a conviction founded on neither
tradition, nor reason, nor expediency,
a thing of impulse, of sex, an heredi
tary Instinct inherited from genera
tions of virtuous women, who, in the
days of their defenselessness, as In
the days of their supremacy, knew
that the most sacred possessions of
their lives their husbands, their chil
dren, their homes rested on its sta
bility. All the small, individual preoc
cupations of her love for Domlnlck,
her pity for his sufferings, were swept
aside by this greater feeling that she
did not understand or reason about.
She obeyed an instinct, elemental as
the Instinct of motherhood, when she
refused to admit his right to break
the bond he had contracted.
Her father stared at her for the mo
ment, chilled by a sense of unfamlll
arlty in her sudden assumption of an
attitude of challenge and authority.
He had often heard her Inveigh against
the divorces so lightly obtained in the
world about them. He had thought It
one of those pretty ornamental preju
dices of hers, that so gracefully
adorned her youth and that he liked
her to have when they did not Inter
fere with anything of Importance.
Now, set up like a barrier In the path,
he stopped before this one particular
prejudice, perplexed at Its sudden In
trusion, unwilling to believe that It
was not a frail, temporary obstruction
to be put gently aside.
"Now listen, honey," said he per
suasively, "that's all very well. I've
got no right to Interfere, and neither,
we'll admit, has anybody. Rut some
times you have to push away these
little rights and polite customs.
They're very nice for every-day use,
but they're not for big occasions. I
suppose the Good Samaritan didn't
really have any right to stop and bind
up the wounds of the man he found by
the wayside. But I guess the feller he
bound up was almighty glad that-the
Samaritan didn't have such a respect
for etiquette and wait till he'd found
somebody to Introduce them."
"Oh, papa, that was different Don't
confuse me and make me seem a
fool. I can't talk like you. I can't
express it all clearly and shortly. I
only know it's wrong;- it's a sin. I
wouldn't marry Domlnlck Ryan if he
was divorced that way If it killed me
to give him up."
"So If the woman voluntarily took
the money and went away and got
Domlnlck to grant her tho divorce,
Domlnlck being, as we know, a man
of good record and spotless honor,
you'd refuse to marry him?"
"I would, certainly I would. It would
be perfectly Impossible for mo to mar
ry him under those circumstances. I
should consider I was committing a
sin, a particularly horrible and unfor
givable sin."
"See here now, Rosey. Just listen to
me for a minute. Do you know what
Domlnlck Ryan's marriage is? I don't
suppose you do. But you do know that
he married his mistress, a woman who
lived with him eight months before he
made her his wife. Bhe wasn't an in
nocent young girl by any means. She
know all right where she was going.
She established that relation with hjm
with tho Intention of marrying him.
She's a darned smart woman, and a
darned unscrupulous one. That's not
the kind of woman a matt feels any
particular respect for, or that a firl
like you'd give a lot of sympathy to.
Is It?"
"I don't see that that would make
any difference," she said. "I'm not
thinking of her character, I'm thinking
of her rights."
"And don't her character and her
rights sort of dovetail Into each
otnerf
"No, I don't see that, they do. The
law's above the character or the per-
i -1 M W V ' 'PTrW"-' 'V-W..
ryr -
"Neither You Nor Anyone Else
son. It's the law, without any ques
tion of the man or the woman."
"Oh, Rosey, dear, you're talking like
a book, not like a girl who's got to live
in a world with ordinary people in
modern times. This woman that you're
arguing about as if she was the moth
er of the Gracchi, hasn't got any more
morality or principle than you could
put on the point of a pin."
"She's been quite good and proper
since her marriage."
"Well, now, let's leave her and look
at Domlnick's side. He marries her
honorably and lives with her for near
ly three years. Every semblance of
affection that he had for her gets
rubbed off in those three years, every
illusion goes. He's tied to a woman
that he can't stand. He went up to
Antelope that time because they'd had
some sort of a scrap and he felt he
couldn't breathe in the same house
with her. He told me himself that
they'd not lived as man and wife for
nearly a year. Now, I don't know
what you're going to say, but I think
to keep on living In that state Is all
wrong. I'll borrow your expression, I
think it's a sin."
She answered doggedly:
"It's awful, but she's his wife. Oh,
if you'd seen her face when she talked
to me, her thin, mean, common face,
all painted and powdered and so mis
erable!" He thought she was wavering, that
he saw in this unreasonable, illogical
dodging of the point at issue a sign of
defeat, and he pushed his advantage.
"And you a girl of heart and feel
ing like you would condemn that man
and woman to go on living that lie,
that useless, purposeless He? I can't
understand it. What good comes of
it? What's the necessity for it? Do
you realize what a man Domlnlck
might be if he was married to the
right woman, and had a decent home
where he could live like a Christian?
Why, he'd be a different creature.
He'd have a future: He'd make his
place In the community. All the
world would be before him, and he'd
mount up to where he belongs. And
what Is he now? Nothing. All the
best In him's paralyzed by this hell of
a box he's got himself into. The man's
Just withering up with despair."
It was almost too much. For a mo
ment she did not answer, then said In
a small voice like a child's:
"You're making this very hard for
me, papa."
"My God, Rosey;" ho cried, exas
perated, "you're making It hard for
yourself. It's you with your cast-Iron
prejudices, and your obstinacy, who
are making it hard."
"Well, I've got them," she said, ris
ing to her feet "I've got them, and
they'll stay with me tUl I die. Noth
ing's going to change me In this. I
can't argue and reason about them.
They're part of me."
She approached the mantelpiece,
and, leaning a hand on It, looked down
at the fire. The light .gilded the front
of her dress and played on her face,
down-drooped and full of stern de
cision. "It's quite true,"' she said slowly,
"that I love Domlnlck. I lovo him with
the best I've got It's true that I
would like to be his wife. It would be
a wonderful happiness. But I can't
have It and so there's no good think
ing about it or trying to bring It
about It can't be, and we you too,
papa must give It up."
He pressed himself back In his chair,
looking at her with lowering, somber
disapprobation'-a look he had seldom
had cause to level at his daughter.
"So you're going to condemn this
poor devil, who loves you and whom
you say you love, to a future that's go
ing to kill any hope In him? You're
going to aay to him I Tou can be free, ,
Had a Right to Interfere."
and make something of your life, and
have the woman you want for your
wife, but I forbid all that, and I'm go
ing to send you back to prison.' I
can't seem to believe that It's my
Rosey who's saying that, and who's so
hard and Inhuman."
Rose turned from the fire. He
noted an expression almost of auster
ity on her face that was as new to
him as the revelation of obstinacy and
indifference to his will she had shown
tonight
"Papa, you don't understand what I
feel. It's not what you want, or what
I want, or what Domlnlck wants. It's
riot what's going to please us and
make us comfortable and happy. It's
something that's much more Impor
tant than that. I can't make Doml
nlck happy and let him make bis life
a success at the expense of that wom
an. I can't take him out of prison, as
you call it because he's got a re
sponsibility in tho prison, that he vol
untarily took on himself, and that
he's got to stand by. A man can't
stay by his marriage only as long as
it's pleasant He can't throw down
the woman he's made his wife just
because he finds he doesn't like her.
If she's been disagreeable that's a
misfortune, but It doesn't liberate him
from the promises he's made."
"Then you think when a man like
Domlnlck Ryan, hardly more than a
boy, makes a mistake that ruins his
life, he's got to stay by it?"
"Yes, ho must He's given a solemn
promise. He must keep It Mistake
or sin doesn't matter.
The old man was silent. He had
presented his caBo as strongly and per
suasively as he knew how, and be had
lost it There was no longer any use
in arguing with that unshakable fem
inine obstinacy, rooted, not in reason
but in something rock-like, off which
the arguments of reason harmlessly
glanced. He had a dim, realizing sense
that at the bottom of the woman's il
logical, whim-driven nature, there was
ttfat indestructible foundation of
blind, governing Instincts, and that In
them lay her power.
"I guess that lets me out," he said,
turning to knock off the long ash on
hla cigar. "I guess there's no use,
Rosey, for you and me to try to come
to an agreement on this matter."
"No, there Isn't And don't let's
talk about it any more." She turned
from the fire and came toward him.
"But you must promise me one thing
that that woman Is to be let alone,
that no one you or any one you have
any control over makes any more of
fers of money to her."
She came to a stand beside his
chair. He wanted to hold out his
hand to her as was his custom when
she stood near him, but he was afraid
that she might not take it
"Yes, I can promise that" he said.
"IH not offer her any more money. 1
don't want to see her again, God
knows."
It was an easier promise to make
Hi an Rose guessed. The old man, un
der an air of mild concurrence In her
demands, experienced a sensation of
cynical amusement at the thought that
tho first move for a reopening of nego
tiations must come from Berny.
"Oh, yes. Ill promise that," he said
amicably. "You needn't be afraid than
I'm going to go on offering her a for
tune. ' The thing's been done, the
woman's refused it and there It
stands. I've no desire to open It
again."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Prison Delicacies.
Iced champagne, black currant Jelly
and soda water are among the articles
of diet which a prisoner In hospital
can choose at Wandsworth prison,
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Mean Man Made His Suggestion and
Departed In Some Haste From
Meeting of Indignant Women.
With tense, eager faces, the great
audience of women leaned forward In
their seats, eagerly drinking In the
noted speaker's every word.
"Mere man," she was saying, "is
wont to belittle woman's ability to en
ter the fields already usurped by him.
As a matter of fact, she is capable of
filling any post of public or private
office now held my man, and if ap
pointed to it, could even perform
man's tasks with greater faithfulness
and greater daring.
"Name, if you can, one post for
which she cannot fit herself! Name
one office to which she would not,
could not, give the greatest meas
ure of capability, the highest degree
of courage, the "
A mere man, who bad slipped un
noticed into a back seat, rose at this
point, and the light of sudden Inspira
tion gleamed in his eye.
"Rat catcher!'" he shouted. And
then be fled.
Need of Sun and Air.
"A certain morbidness among girls
and women, which reBts so heavily on
modern life," Is due to lack of sun, air
and sunshine, according to Professor
Manjon of Nice.
"Sun-bathing, air-bathing and fre
quent physical exercise in loose gar
menta, are indispensable to good
health and good temperament In wom
en," declared the lecturer.
Hunts Hares With Auto.
Sport in a new form now appeals CO
a New Zealand farmer. Driving In a
motor car with two powerful head
lights, he bags nightly between six
and a dozen hares, the animals being
so fascinated by the glare of the
lamps that they become stationary
targets.
t Naturally Indignant
"Did you tell your troubles to ft
policeman?" "Yes," said the man
who had been robbed. "And I tell
you that policeman was Indignant
The hold-up man hadn't even asked
his permission to operate on his
beat"
Retort Courteous.
"Wouldn't it be nice If we could
have our brains cleaned oat now and
then?"
"You would have to have yourf
done with a vacuum cleaner." .
No Wonder.
"Why did you order that weU
dressed lady out of the store?"
"She's a well-known kleptomanlao.
"Did she take anything here?"
"She took umbrage." IJj
A pessimist is a man who thinks
that when he gets to heaven it will be
a waste of time for him to look around,
for his earthly neighbors.
HER "BEST FRIEND )
A Woman Thus Speaks of Postunru
We usually consider our best friends
tho8Q who treat us best.
Some persons think coffee a real
friend, but watch It carefully awhile
and observe that It is one of the
meanest of all enemies, for It stab
one while professing friendship.
Coffee contains a poisonous drug-"
caffeine which Injures the delicate
nervous system and frequently sets
up disease In one or more organs of
the body, if Its use Is persisted In.
"I had heart palpitation and nerv
ousness for four years and the doctor
told me the trouble was caused by
coffee. He advised me to leave It off.
but I thought I could not" writes ft
Wis. lady.
"On the advice of ft friend X trie!
Postum and it so satisfied me I did not
care for coffee after a few days' trial
of Postum.
"As weeks went by and I continued!
to use Postum my weight Increased
from 93 to 113 pounds, and the heart
trouble left me. I have used it ft year
now and am stronger than I ever was.
I can hustle up stairs without any
heart palpitation, and I am free from
nervousness.
"My children are very fond of Post
Dm and it agrees with them. My sister
liked It when she drank it at my house;
now she has Postum' at home and has
become very fond of it Ton may use
my name if you wish, as I am no
ashamed of praising my best friend-
Postum." Name given by Postum Co
Battle Creek, Mich.
Postum now comes In new concen
trated form called Instant Postum. It
Is regular Postum, so processed at the
factory that only the soluble portions,
are retained.
A spoonful of Instant Postum wltk"
hot water, and sugar and cream to
taste, produce Instantly ft dallelows.
beverage.
Write for the little book. The Road
to Wellville,"
TWit' a Season" for Postum.-
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