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Mrs. Whitney had schemed to make A marriage match between hiiu and Hermione Woodruff, a di­ vorcee, but the plan falls at the dinner. \ ,S v .CHAPTER II--Corrtlfttietf. She came up to him and, at arm's length, touched him with cautious finger-tips. "And do, please, there's a : M dear boy," she pleaded, "hurry as fast Uf. is you can, and then come down and be as nice as you can"--she hesitated --"especially to Hermione Woodruff. ff\ She thinks you're a wonder and 1 * don't want her to be disappointed. "The widdy?" he asked. "Sure I'll v l\< •; j be nice to her." * She looked after him rather dubious- 'iA K %'• ly as he disappeared In the direction e *f' " u of her husband's bathroom. There was I a sort of hilarious contentmefft about | him which filled her with misgivings. :C- •' •}• \ Well, they were justified! !-*»• i According to Violet Williamson's ac- *^^ 1 count, given confidentially in the drtiw- tag-room afterward. It was really Her- * 5" ' mione's fault. "She just wouldn't let . "T . " | Rodney alone--would keep talking v'Jabout crimes, and' Lombroso and fcj/-" » ,l!psychiatric laboratories--ril bet she'd •J^! K ; "1 got hold of a paper of his somewhere • * '• * |and read it. Anyway, at last she tsaid, i believe Doctor Randolph would !'"• »agree with me.' He was talking to me then, but maybe that isn't why ^ £* I she did it. Well, and Rodney straight- it;"' h> ^ ened typ and said, "Is that Randolph, ^ ,the alienist?' You see he hadn't * * J j caught his name when they were in- 3^1troduced- And that's how lt starte<L ifiC ^ I Hermione Was game--I'll admit that, i;• a (She listened and kept looking inter- fcf-t*' |?f> ested. and every now and then said | v- ^ ^ something. Sometimes they'd take the ^ ^trouble to* smile and say *Yes. indeed!' T ; j --politely, you know, but other times If -. fr " ^ they wouldn't pay any attention at all, t-! ' l°8t roll along over her and smash % 1 her flat--like what's his name--Jug- "f i gernaut." 4'* * "You don't need to tell me that,"* |rr said Frederica. ^ "All I didn't know S>v f " was how it started. Didn't 1 sit there . . and watch for a mortal hour, not able ^ * i to do a thing? I tried to signal fip iiii Martin, but of eonin he wasn't o{NP9- £~**< " site to me, and . . "He did all he coqld, really," Violet fei ' assured her. "I told him to go to the rescue, and he did, bravely. But If ^ what with Hermione being so miffy v about getting frozen out, and Martin / himself being so interested in what they were shouting iff each other *J m •%* ,Jr* "* / • rn: M- • i#S V' • *1^ i f t i X ' - %V,'* • . ; - • SH- ... j, L'fiV" % • 1 '* k --because it was frightfully interest­ ing, you know, if you don't have, to pretend you understood it--why, there wasn't much he could do." ! In the light of this disaster, she was "rather glad the men lingered in the dining-room as long as they did-- glad that Hermione had ordered her car for ten and took the odd girl with her. She made no effort to resist the departure of the others, with reason­ able promptitude. In their train. When, after the front door had closed tor the last time, Martin released a long yawn, she told him to run along to bed; she wanted to talk to Rodney, who was to spend the night while his own clothes were drying . out in the latmdrjr. "Good night, old «hap!" aaldjtfartln in accents of lively commiseration,^ *Tm glad I'm not In for what you are." 1 Rodney found a pipe, sat down astride a spindling little chair, settled his elbows comfortably on the back of it, and then asked his sister what Mar­ tin had meant--what ' was he in for? t Frederica, Curled up In a corner of the sofa, looked at him at first with a wry pucker between her eyebrows, then with a smile, and finally answered his question. "Nothing," she said. "I mean, 'I was going to scold you, but I'm not." Then, "Oh, I was furious with you an hour ago," she went on. "I'd made such a really beautiful plan for you and then I sat and watched you in that thoroughgoing way of yours kicking it all to bits. The plan was, of course, to .marry you off to Hermione Wood­ ruff." . He tupied this over In his deliberate way, during the process of blowing two or three smoke rings, began gradually^ to grin, and said at last: "That was some plan, little sister. How do you think of things like that? You ought to write romances for the magazines." "I don't know," she objected. "If reasonableness counted for anything in things like that, it was a pretty good plan. It would have to be some^ body lik« Hermione. You can't get An at all with young girls." > "I don't know," said Rodney, •"Whether Mrs. Woodruff knows wtfat sb* wants or not, but I do. She wants » run for her money. And she'll waht a nice, tame trick husband to manage things for her *and be Jolniny-on-the- spot whenever sBe wants hi in. And |£ the man happened to be me . . !** Frederica stretched her slim arnn ©utwartb and then clenched her hands over them. He had got up and was ranging comfortably up and down the room. "I know I look more or less like * nut to the people who've always known as. But I give you my word, ^reddy, that most of them look like nuts to me. Why a man should load himself up with three houses and a yacht, a stable of motorcars, and heavens knows what besides, is a thing I cant figure out on any basis except of defective intelligence. I suppose they're equally puzzled about me when I refuse a profitable piece of law work they've offered me, because I don't consider it interesting. All the same, I get what I want, and I'm pretty dubious sometimes whether they do. I want space--comfortable elbow room, so that if I happen to get an Idea by thef tall, I can swing it round my head without knocking over the lamp." "It's a luxury, thougtv Rod, that kind of spaciousness, and you aren't very rich. If you married a girl with­ out anything . * " He bt.ike in on her w{th that big laugh of t*s. "You've kept your sense of humor pretty well, sis,' considering you've been married all these years to a man a* rich as'Martin; but don't spring remarks like that, or I'll think you've lost it. Jf a man can't keep an open space araund.fiiim, even after he's married on an income, outside of what he earns, of tea or twelve thou­ sand dollars a year, the trouble Isn't with his income. It's with the content of his own skull." She gave n little shiver and snuggled closer into a big down pillow. "You will marry somebody, though, won't you, Roddy? I try not'to nag at you and I won't make any more silly plans, but I can't help worrying about you, living alone in that awful big old house. Anybody, but you would die of despondency.** ' "Oh," he said, "that's what I meant, to talk to you about! I sold it today --fifty thousand dollars--Immediate possession. Man wants to build a printing establishment there. You come down sometime next week and pick out all the things you think you and Harriet would like, and I'll auction off the rest." She shivered again and, to her disgust, found that her eyes were blurring up with tears. She was a little bit slack and edgy today anyhow. What he had just referred to In a dozen brisk words, was the final dis­ appearance of the home they had all and came over to him. "AH right, since it's been a good day, let's go to bed." She put her hands upon his shoulders. "You're rather dreadful." she said, "but you're a dear. You don't bite my head off when 1 urge you to get married, though I know you want to. But you will some day--I aon't mean bite my head off--won't you, Rod?" "When I sete any prospect of being as lucky as Martlhr-find a girl who won't mind when I turn up for dinner looking like a drowned tramp, or kick her plans to bits, after she's tipped me off as to what she wants me to do . Frederica took her hands off, step­ ped back, and looked at him. There was an ironical sort of smile, on her lips. "You're such an innocent, Roddy dear. Don't think the girl you marry will ever treat, you like that." "But look here!" he exclaimed. "How in thunder am I going to know about the girl I get engaged to, before it's too late?" , • "You won't," She said; "You haven't a chance in the world." "Hm!" he grunted, obviously struck with this Idea. "You're giving the prospect of marriage new attractions. You're making the thing out--an ad­ venture." She nodded rather soberly. "Oh, I'm not afraid for x#u," she said. "Men like adventures--yOu more than most But women don't. Tfiey like to dream about them, but they want to turn over to the last chapter and see how It's going to end. It's the girl I'm worried about . . . Oh, coiae along!' We're talking nonsense. I'll go up with you and see that they're giving you pajamas and a tooth-brush." She had accomplished this purpose, kissed him good-night, and turned to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a heap of <fomp, warped, pasteboard- bound notebooks, which she remem­ bered having observed in his side pock­ ets when he first came in. She went over and picked them up, peered at the paper label that had half peeled off the topmost cover, and read what was written on it "Who," she asked with considerable emphasis, "is Rosalind Stanton?" "Oh," said Rodney, very casually, be­ hind the worst imitation of a yawn she had ever seen, "oh, she got put off the car when I did." "That sounds rather exciting," said Frederica behind an imitation yawn of her own--but a better one. "Going to tell me about It?" "Nothing much to tell," said Rodney. "There was a row about a fare, as I said. And then, we both got put off. So, naturally, I walked with her ovtir to the elevated. And then.I forgot to give her her notebooks and came away with' them." "What sort of fooktng girj?" asked Frederica, "Is she pretty?" "Why, I don't know," said Rodney judicially. "Really, you know, I hard­ ly got a fair look at her." Frederica made a funny-sounding laugh and wished him an abrupt "good night." 4 She was a great old girl, Frederica-- pretty Wise aboyt lots of things, but Rodney was Inclined to think she was mistaken In saying women didn't like adventures. "You're a liar, you know," remarked his conscience, "telling Frederica you hadn't a good look at her. And how about those notebooks--about forget­ ting to give them to tier!" "The Plan Was, of Course, to Marry You Off to Hermione Woodruff." grown up JLn. Their father, one of Chicago's great men during the tweiity odd years from the Fire to the Fair, had built It when th« neighborhood included nearly^all the other big men Of that robust period, and had always been proud of It. Of course for years the neighborhood had been impossible. Her mother had clung to it after her husband's death, but Rodney had sim* ply stayed on, since her death, waiting .for an offer for it that suited him. His cut-t announcement that the long- looked-for change had come, brought up quick, unvveicomedl tears. She squeezed them away wirn her palms. "Is that," she asked, "why you've been looking so sort of--gay, all the evening---as if you wef-e licking the last of the canary's feathers off your Thoughtful-faced, she made ] whjskers?" too comment unless there was one" in the deliberate way in which she turned her rings, Sine at a time, so that the brilliant masses of gfems Were inside, "Perhwps so," he said. "It's been a ^pretty good day, .take it all round." She got up from the couch, shook her&dlf down Into her clothes ft little, CHAPTER III. , Tht Second Encounter. Portia Stanton was late for lunch; so, after stripping off her jacket and gloves, rolling up her veil, and scowl­ ing at. herself In an oblong mahogany- framed mirror in the hall, she walked into the dining-room with her hat on. Seeing her mother sitting at the lunch- table, she asked, "Where's Rose?" "She'll be down, presently, I think," her mother said. "Does your hat mean you're going back to the sho£ this afternoon?" Portia nodded, pulled back her chair abruptly, and sat down. "I thought that on Saturday , . her mother began. - "Oh, 1 know," said Portia, "but that girl I've got Isn't much good." You'd have known them for mother and daughter anywhere, and you'd have had trouble finding any point of resemblance In either of them to the Amazonian young thing who had so nearly thrown a street-car conductor Into the street the night before. The mother's hair was very soft ant* white, and the care with which It was arranged Indlcatrtt a certain harmless vanity in It. ilm-e was something a little conscious, too, about her dress. If ydu took it in connection with a certain resolute .amiability about her smile, you would be entirely prepared to hear her tell Portia that she was to talk on "Modern Tendencies" before the Pierian club this afternoon. -A very real person, nevertheless-- you couldn't doubt that. The marks of passionately held beliefs and eagerly given sacrifices were etched with un­ deniable authenticity In her face. ' Once you got beyond a catalogue of features, Portia presented rather a striking contrast to this. Her hair was done with a severity that was fairly hostile. Her clothes were brusquely worn. Her smile,,if not ill- natured--it wasn't that--was distinct­ ly ironic. A very competent, good- looking young woman, Just no«v droop­ ing a little over the cold lunch. "So Rose didn't' come down this morning at all. Nothing particular the matter with her, Is there V asked Por­ tia. There was enough real concern In her voice, to save the question from sounding satirical, bat hep mother's manner was a little apblOgetUT when she answered It "No, I think not," she said. "But she was In such a state when she came home last night--literally wet through to the skin, and > blue with cold. So I thought it wouldn't do any harm. . . ." "Of course not," said , Portia. •Rose is all right She won't spoii badly." - "I'm a little bit worried about the loss of the poor child's notebooks," 'said her mother. "I don't believe Rose Is worrying her head off about them/' said Portia. The flush in her mother's cheeks deepened a little, but It was no* long­ er apologetic. "I don't think you're quite fair to Rose, about her studies," she said. "If she doesn't seem always to appreciate her privilege in getting a college education as seriously as she should, you should remember her youth. She's only twenty." "I'm sorry, mother," Portia Inter­ rupted contritely. "I didn't mean any harm anyway. Didn't she say the man's name was Rodney Aidrich?" "I think so," her mother agreed. "Something like that" - "It's rather funny," said Portia. "It's hardly likely to have been the real Rodney Aidrich. Yet it's not a common name." "The real Rodney Aidrich T* ques­ tioned her mother. But, without wait­ ing for her daughter's elucidation of the phrase, she added, "Oh, there's Rose!" The girl .came up behind Portia and enveloped her in a big, lazy hug. "Back to work another Saturday afternoon, Angel?" she asked commiseratingly. "Aren't you ever gol/ig to stop and have any fun?" Then she slumped into a chair, heaved a yawning sigh, and rubbed her eyes. "Tired, dear?" asked her mother. She said It under her breath In the hope that Portia wouldn't hear. "No," said Rose. "Just sleepy!" She yawned again, turned to Portia, and, somewhat to their surprise, said: "Yes, what do you mean--the real Rodney Aidrich? He looked real enough to me. And his arm felt real '--the one he was going to punch the conductor with." "I didn't mean he was Imaginary," Portia explained. "I only meant I didn't believe it was the Rodney Aidrich---who's so awfully prominent; either somebody else who happened to have the same name, or somebody who just--said that was his name." "What's the matter with the promi­ nent one?" Rose wanted to know. Why couldn't it have bpen he?" Portia admitted that it could, so far as that went, but insisted on an in­ herent improbability. % A millionaire, the brother of Mrs. Martin Whitney, wasn't likely to t>e found riding In street cars. "Millionaires have legs," said Rose. "I bet they can walk around like any­ body else. However, I don't care who he Is, if he'll send back my books." Portia went back presently to the shop, and it wasn't long after that that her mother came downstairs clad for the street, with her "Modern Tenden­ cies" under her arm in a leather port­ folio. Her valedictory, given with more confidence now that Portia was out of the house, was a strong recom­ mendation that Rose stay quietly with­ in doors and keep warm. "I wfts going to,,anyway," she said. "Home and fireside for mine today." The house was deserted except for Inga in the kitchen, engaged in the principal sporting event of her domes­ tic routine--the weekly baking. Rose hadn't meant to go to sleep, but the detective story she tried to read was so flagrantly stupid that presently she tossed the book aside and began dreatiiing one of her own in which the heroine got put off a street-car In the opening chapter. The telephone bell aroused her once or twice, far enough to observe that Inga was attending to It, so when the • •irV*" •• 1" • • ' ' front-door bell rang she left that t« Inga, too -- didn't even sit up and saving her legs off the, couch and try, with a prodigious stretch, to get herself awake, until she beard the girl say casually: "Her ban right In the sitting-room!" So it fell out that Rodney Aidrich had, for his second vivid picture of h«r--the first had been, you will re­ member, when she had seized the con­ ductor by both wrists, ai}d had said in a blaze of beautiful wt«wh: "Don't dare touch me like that!"--a splendid lazy, tousled creature. In a chaotic glory of chestnut hair, an' unlaced middy-blouse, a plaid skirt twisted around her knees, and a pair of ridic­ ulous red bedroom slippers, with red pompons on the toes. The creature was stretching herself with the grace of a big cat that had just been roused from a nap on the hearthrug. If his first picture of her bad been brief, his second one was practically a Snapshot, because at sight of him, she flashed to her feet . So, for a moment they confronted each other about equally aghast flushed up to the hair, and simultane­ ously and Incoherently begged each other's pardon--neither could have said for what, the godfiess out of the machlga being Inga, th»> uaaid-of-aJl- work. But suddenly, at a twinkle she caught In his eye, her own big eyes narrowed and her big mouth widened Into a smile, which broke presently into her deep-throated laugh, where­ upon he laughed too and they shook hands and she asked him to sit down. "It's too ridiculous," she said. "Since last night, when I got to thinking how I must have looked, wrestling A Splendid, Lazy, Tousled Creaturft. with that conductor, I've been telling) myself that if I ever saw you again, I'd try to act like a lady. But it's no use, Is It?" He said that he, too, had hoped to make a better Impression the second time than the first That was what he brought the books back for. "I'm awfully sorry mother's not at home--mother and my sister Portia. They'd both like to thank you for-- looking after me last night. Because really you did, you know." "There never was anything less al­ truistic In the world," he assured her. "I dropped ofT of that car solely In pursuit of a selfish aim. I'd enjoy meeting your mother and sister very much, but what I came for was to get acquainted with you." She flushed and smiled. ""Why, Fm nobody much to get acquainted witlr," she said. "Mother's the Interesting one--mother and ' Portia. Mother's quite a person. She's Naomt Rut* ledge Stanton, you know." ^ , "I know I ought to know," Rodney said, and her quick appreciative smile over his candor rewarded him for not havlog pretended. The "bee In his bonnet" worked rapidly on Rodney and his acquaintance with Rose de­ veloped with much speed--as de­ scribed In the next installment (TO BJC CONTINUED.) BABIES MURDERED IN CHINA EASY TO HANDLE BIG LOADS 6ne Mother Laughingly Admitted 8h« Had "Disposed Of Seven cf Her Nine Daughters. A Chinese mother told me the other day that she had disposed of seven of her own daughters: She told It with a laugh! She had borne nine; had given away two, and had drowned the other seven In the slop bucket. When I tried to find some appeal to conscience--to a) sense of wrong--It simply was not there. And tho pas­ tor's wife, who was with me ut the time, when I asked her what thejse peo­ ple do regard a sin, said, "Why, noth­ ing! They do not think anything Is wrong! If they carry the Idois round twice a year they tnay do as they like." I went home with this murderess and found her sweet, young daughter-la- law, who has studied a little in our schools, very sad and heartbroken be­ cause her two little daughters had been killed at birth or thrown away by their father. Of course, the roother-fu-luw had also Insisted upon this. Her one son had been killed when five days old by the malpractice of the midwife, who had taken him in hand when some baby ailment developed, and burned nis head, hands and breast with live coals. So the poor little mother was left childless. "My little baby girls cling to my heart night and day!" she cried. "1 don't, know what became of them, i loved them just as I loved the boy, all the time they were with me before they were born. I panted them so! But he was unwilling, so they had to dig,'* and she Juried h« t face in her handf.7- Uvelyn W. Sltet*. ic World Outlook, Attachment Devised for Trucks Makes the Work of^the Wheeler 50 Per Cent Easier. In order to make it possible for ft workman to. manage a heavily loaded tWo-wheeled hand truck with less phy­ sical exertion than Is ordinarily re­ quired an attachment has been devised which holds the cargo In place, allow* lng t!}e mass to be tilted forward until Its- center of gravity is ovw the wheel axle. When wheeling on level Dntrlng a man is thus relieved of the wevght of the article he is moving; his concern Is merely to maintain its balance whll« propelling the truck. ' lite device consists of an anchor &A<| chain attachment, housed In a tub* which is attached beneath a truck. By tipping the latter forward against the object it is to carry, the chain Is drawn out to the required length, locked by dropping one of the links Into a narrow slot in the neck of the "tube and the hook engaged at any convenient point Promoting Thrift In Colombia. The Colombian congress has adopt> ed a measure providing for the ap­ pointment by the minister of public instruction of a commission to investi* gate methods for promoting saving throughout the country. This commis­ sion will work uut a general plan of organization of publld and school sav« ings banks, retirement funds, and so* cletles for mutual aid and co-opqrativ» buying. . I : The water of the Antarctic ocean le colder than" that of the Arctic. Colonel Roosevelt Relates Excft- infl Episode of Huntina Jrip. lit ifcTf-Dfcfense to Kill Anlrrlal Which Trailed and Attacked ^ Party in Woods. "A Book-Lover's Holiday In the Open," Col. Theodore Roosevelt takes his readers Into the less familiar cor­ ners of both North and South Amer­ ica. Many of his experiences were ex­ citing, but perhaps the most thrilling was his encounter with a bull moose when on* a recent hunting trip in Quebec. ! * "When we were half a mile from the landing," he says, "we saw a big bull moose on the edge of the shore ahead of us. He looked bigger than the one I had shot that morning, and his ant­ lers were rather more pal ted. Wt paddled up to within a hundred yards of him, laughing and talking, and re­ marking how eager we should have been if we had not already got our moose. "At first fie did not seem to notice us. Then he looked at us, but piald no far­ ther hee<L We were surprised, but paddled on past him; we supposed that he did not realize what we were. But another hundred yards put us to wind­ ward. Instead Of turning into the for­ est when he got our wind, the moose merely bristled up the hair on his withers, sheok his head and walked along the shore after us. Plainly he meant mischief. So we turned the canoe round and paddled on our back track. But the moose promptly turned and followed us along the shore. We yelled at him, and Odlion struck the canoe with his paddle, but with no ef­ fect. "For more than an hour he thus kept us from the shore, running to meet us wherever we tried to go. The after­ noon was waning, and q cold wind be­ gan to blow. He was not a pleasant- looking beast to meet in the woods in the dusk. We were at our wits' ends to know what to do. At last he turned, shook his head and, with a flourish of his heels, galloped--not trotted--ijor &0 yards up along the little river that paralleled the portage trail. I called Arthur's attention to that, as he had been telling me that a big bull never galloped. Then the moose disappeared at a trot around the bend. We waited a few minutes, cautiously landed and started along the trail, watching to see if the bull were lying in wait for us. Artfcur^told me that If he now at­ tacked us I must shoot him at once or he would kill someone. "A couple of hundred yards pn, l;he trail led within a few yards of the lit­ tle river. As we reached that point a smashing in the brush beyond the op­ posite bank'caused us to wheel; "and the great bull came headlong for us. Arthur called to me to shoot. With a last hope of frightening him I fired over his head, without the slightest effect. At a slashing trot be crossed the river, shaking his head, with his esfrt JMW back ftnd the hair on his withers bristling. 1 j "'Tirez, m'sieu, tlrez; vltev vljte!' called Arthur, and when the bull was not 30 feet away I put a bullet into his chest, ip ti*« sticking point. It was a mortal wound, and stopped him short. "I was sorry to have to kill him, but there was no alternative. As it was, I only stopped htm in the nicfc of time, and had I not shot straight at lpast one of us would have paid forfeit with his life. Even in Africa I have never known *fnything except a rogue elephant or buffalo, or an occasional rhinoceros, to attack so viciously or with such premeditation when he was neither wounded nor threatened."-- Youth's Companion. f Privileges of Consuls. Consuls do not occupy the same fa­ vored position as diplomatic agents in the eyes of international law. Their, business Is not with affairs between state arid state, but with protecting the interests of Individuals- in a for­ eign country. Thus, though they en­ joy several of the immunities of u pub­ lic minister, they do so as not ns a right! All civilized custom, cures them a safe-condu papers and in many enses buildings are held inviol tice, though not by law, selves are not subject 1 for serious crime, and holds good also in the mats, though these w only be detained until t ow# country's custody. Why She Sent a The loan department board and the woman had agreed on the anioi she wished on the dial the Kansas City Star. "Your name?" the loi •It Isn't my ring," belongs to a friend." She named the owner, "Couldn't she come loan?" "No, not very well,'*SB||i|i9v.'<^<ed. "You see, her home WpP|plied last night and all her clothes atoMI. She must borrow money on the ring to buy new ones. She sent me to get th$ money and to buy the domes." The loan was made. their , Sincerity in Taete. lite only sure way to cultivate taste Is by the- exerrise of a fearless sincer­ ity. To adopt as to what we an absyrdity vate experleiM lng is a pecul; untruth- The ful beginner wiTf like ari( But a simple ness to acce show us will of Insight. As our k crease we Intolerant we did no I become . t 3L -... f. vil of another ht to feel Is ling is a prl- ense of feel- rous form of •rfectly truth- of pictures vengeance, leisurely readl- painter has to time to a growth nd receptivity In- we grow less !ngs which at first taste wlH r v rvj* TWO UUM MOCAGIS £5* HADE noun HOIST OAK BUHBM WHEAT CMKS III 12 NIRBRSi COOK BOOK FRKS SIMME* MFG. CO. OMAHA. US.A. Mxcuww Facfonj ip (linericft. DULEBS--BIB PROFITS--TOTE MONKEY GRIP, NO LBAK. NO CREEP MOCO SELF VULCANIZING! FABRIC PATCH ud Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk. Tm so sorry I missed that oppor­ tunity to kiss you." • "Oh, don't feel ibad 4!Sout it--ther| will be others." * v THE 3 O'S IN DODO'S ?>»: Mr. Robert W. Ferguson,'Hlngfcam, Mass,, writes: I suffered from kid­ ney disorder for years. Had Incessant backache and trouble. Nearly died from it at one time while in Vancouver, but overcame it by a persistent use of , Dodd's Kidney Pills. Finally I .was com­ pletely cured. I oc­ casionally use the remedy now in or­ der to keep the kid­ neys regulated. I have the highest praise for Dodd's. Be sure to get "DODD'S," the name with the three D's for deranged, disordered, diseased kidneys, just as Mr. Fergtt-, son did. No similar named article will He Knew. . "What is so rare as a day in Janets- she quoted. "Well, the twenty-ninth of Febru­ ary's got one beat a thousand said the fellow who knows. •• > J Send 10c to Dr. Pierce, Invalids' Hotel, Buffalo, for large trial package of Anuria | for kidneys--cures backache.--Adir» > Proper to the Subject, - .^ "What did you have in your medK •cal lesson today?" "^Vn essay on appendicitis Illustrated witb euts." - -•*" Important to Mother*' Examine carefully every bottle of CASTOKIA, that famous old remedy, for infants and children, and see i Bears the Signature of i In Use for Orer Children City for Fletcher's Castor ̂ I 11 , ~ ' Locked Out ft was very late when Mr. BIHgs came home. To his great annoyance he found that he had forgotten his latchkey and was obliged to ring tile bell. "-"4 • Mrs. Blngs opened the window* "Who's; there?" she inquired.* "It's me, love 1" said Blngs. "Where have you been at this time of night?" , , ' "I've been sitting up with a sick friend, my dear." "Oh, you have. Lave you?" snorted Mrs. Blngs. "Well, you'd better go right back to him. - You ought to be ashamed of yourself to desert him pt this hour. ' Then she slammed the window down and retired. for Usurping All Pleasured? < Vexation and grief struggled mastery in Gertrude's soul. "Mother, do come out and speak to Freddy," she said. "He's treading on all the ants in the garden." "How very unkind!" said mother. "Yes, that's what told him," saWf i Gertrude, "but he won!t let me tread on a single one." ^ Discharged. Bom--My man, it is my painful duj$ to discharge you. , Bossed--Well, sir, one should dli» charge his duty, even though that dapt is to discharge. ^ : If we are bound to forgive $i» li* my, we are not-bound to trust him. Scientific (acts pro# the drug, caffeine, fit coffee ia harmful to many, while the pW^L food-drink--- o POSTUMq la not only free from drugs, but ia economical, delicious and nourishing- Made of wheat aiid a bit of wholesome mo­ lasses, Postum is highly recommended by phy­ sicians for those with whom coffee disagrees. Postum is especially suitable for children. s • a Sold by Grocer* # v *