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Gapyx'Awrm ear 8YNOPSI* ; \ :"% :** : .yvr^ui ; ^ : , 4 > : - V * S4«$SrV':-' SF3PW?* *V' '• : ' iff*-' •' w^vr;.\ /,: •;• •• v j ».*• •\'i'4.-1 •v,-'..i.i'i#-"^iii 5i- '."i^V-': 'e Barr M°Cutcheon ' K: Challte Wrasdtll to found mMend to ••••*.;-# road house near New York. Mrs. Wraa- ; sf^dall is summoned from the city and icteh- Hvj tlftrs the body. A young woman who ac- ' oonmanied Wrandall to the Inn and aub- it •.; •equently disappeared, ia suspected. <,*.»?;• Wrandall, it appears, had led a gay life - :.v'; and neglected his wife. Mrs. Wrandall ..' starts back for New York in an auto dur- , f-Jng a blinding snow storm. On the way ^i<*»he meets a young woman in the road X>v tXfi^ho proves to be the woman who killed Av5Wrandall. Feeling that the girl had done :j.Mier a service in ridding her of the man who though she loved him deeply, had "fcS? -V caused her greit sorrow. Mrs. Wrandall jdetermines to shield her and takes her to V.; ~i' sher own home. Mrs. Wrandall hears the v«\3';-iP';«tory of Hetty Castleton's life, except that ^; !"*»:portion that relates to Wrandall. This ^jgftand the story of tha tragedy she forbids "the girl! ever to tell. She offers Hetty Wran&aM at the home of hte M' CHAPTER IV.--Continued. Besfcle Sara. Wrandall, oil the small, . v ^pink divan, sat a stranger in this som- ij'.̂ Jber company: a young -woman in & /S-black, whose pals face was uncovered, , 0 f-Jand whose lashes were lifted so rarely ^ "f > ,that one could not know of the deep. ;v<*£fSreal pain that lay behind them, la her '̂̂ Irlsh blue eyes. • :>1 She had arrived at the house an % 'C • %®lour or *wo ^'ore the time set tor ^ji^the ceremony, in company with the :r\ widow. Tnie to her resolution, the i. •* v wido* of Challis Wrandall had re- &WF from the home of his fflf*/r^^ipcoplB until the last hoar. She had been consulted, to be sure, in regard f*X > ' the fina* arrangements, but the jpCV «^iv- '^meetings had taken place in her own ^ "apartment, many blocks distant from §i , ithe house in lower Fifth avenue. The "r v5 ̂ ternoon before she had received 0\- Redmond Wrandall and Leslie, his IK" Utf't'®on- She had not sent for them. They ff&sV' $-1 «aine perfunctorily and not through bt?* ' «ny sense of obligation. These two sipv ; tat least knew that sympathy was not ghe wanted, but peace. Twice < iduring the two trying days, Leslie had •'*:&' <°°me to see her, Vivian telephoned. ; On the occasion of his first visit, JLeslie had met the guest in the house. "The second time he called, he made It a point to ask Sara all about her. It was he who gently closed the tfoor after the two women when, on iteming of the funeral, they on tered the dark, flower-laden room in Jwhich stood the casket containing the ?^r<, ,-ibody of his brother. He left them '** • "alone together in that room for half E I' '&€• •>-:;vV.v.^-?^r»d0wn an hour or more, and it was he who -"went forward to meet them when they -icame forth. Sara leaned on his arm •. ias she ascended the stairB to the room where the others were waiting. The _ ashen-faced girl followed. fit*' tilC Mrs. Wrandall, the elder, kissed '- ^4 ̂ Sara and drew her down beside her on C0UC*L To her own surprise, as *" v well as that of the others, Sara broke and wept bitterly. After all. she was sorry for Challis' mother. It ? was the human instinct, Bhe could not , hold out against it And the older : woman put away the ancient grudge v she held against this mortal enemy and dissolved into tears of real com­ passion. A little later she whispered broken­ ly in Sara's ear: "My dear, my dear, this has brought us together. I hope you will learn to love me." Sara caught her breath but uttered *'•- ' <00 wor^* S*16 looked into her mother-, jf l- . inlaw's eyes, and smiled through her tears. The Wrandalls, looking on in amaze, saw the smile reflected in the ||f;; face of the older woman. Then it was Vivian crossed quickly and put 3her arm8 about the shoulders of her i$il «ister-in4aw. The white flag on both •>mv' «ides. ^ .4V' .• •'A:!'-' bJ'i IS W - - • m i i h - M MU Ik ' 'vlf Hetty Castleton stood alone and war -vering, Just Inside the door. No stranger situation could be imagined than the one in which this unfortunate *irl found herself at the present mo­ ment. She was virtually in the hands of those who would destroy her; she -was in the house of those who most deeply were affected by her act on that fatal night Among them all she Stood, facing them, listening to the moans and sobs, and yet her limbs did aot give way beneath her. T . . Some one gently touched her arm. It was Leslie. She shrank back, fearful look in her eyes. In the semi- darkness he failed to note the expres­ sion. > "Wont yon alt here?" he asked, in dleatlng the little pink divan againBt the wall. "Forgive me for letting you «tand so long." She looked about her, the wild light •tiii ia her eyes. She was like a rat In a trap. Her lips parted, but the word of thanks did not come forth. A strange, inarticulate sound, almost a gasp came Instead. Pallid as a ghost, she dropped limply to the divan, and dug her fingers into the satiny seat As If fascinated, she stared over the black heads of the three women imme diately in front of her at the full length portrait hanging where the light from the hall fell upon it: the portrait of a datfhing youth in riding togs. A moment later Sara Wrandall came over and sat beside her. The girl shivered as with a mighty chill when the warm hand of her friend fell upon hers and enveloped it in a firm clasp. "His mother kissed me," whispered Sara. "Did you see?" The girl could not reply. She could only stare at the open door. A email, hatchet-faced man had come up from below and was nodding his head to X«slie Wrandall--a man with short • side whiskers, and a sepulchral look jln his eyes. Then, having received a sign from Leslie, he tiptoed away. Al- , most Instantly the volceB of people ; singing Boftly came from come distant remote part of the house. And then, a little later, the per- : fsctly modulated voice of a man in . prayer. ̂ Back of her, Wrandalls; beside her, 1 Wrandalls; beneath her, friends of the Wrandalls; outside, the rabble, those -who would join with these black. raven-like specters in tearing her to pieces if they but knew! Tiw droning voice came up trcsa bO* low, each well-chosen word distinct and clear: tribute beautiful to the irre­ proachable character of the deceased. Leslie watched the face of the girl, curiouely fascinated by the set emo­ tionless features, and yet without a conscious interest in her. He was dully sensible to the fact that she was beautiful, uncommonly beautiful. It did not occur to him to feel that she was out of place among them, that she belonged down stairs. Somehow she was a part of the surroundings, like the specter at the feast If he cohld have witnessed all that transpired while Sara was in the room below with her guest--her companiou, as he had como to regard her without having iii fact been told as much--he would have been loat in a maze o£ the most overwhelming emotions. To go back: The door had barely closed behind the two women when Hetty's trembling knees gave way be­ neath her. With a low moan of hor­ ror, she slipped to the floor, ooveifng her face with her hands. - Sara knelt beside her. "Come," she said gently, bat finely; *T must exact this much of you. If we are to go on together, as we have planned, you must stand beside me at his bier. Together we must look upon him for the last time. You must see him as I saw him up there in the country. I had my cruel blow that night. It is your turn now, I will not blame you for what you did. Bat if you expect me to go on believing that you did a brave thing that night, you must convince me that you are not a coward now. It is the only test I shall put you tp. Come; I know it is hard, I know it is terrible, but It is the true test of your ability to go through with it to the end. I shall know then that you have the courage to face anything that may come up." She waited a long time, her hand on the girlls shoaldsh At last Hetty arose. "You are right," she said hoarsely. "I should not be afraid." Later on they sat over against the wall beyond the casket, into which they had peered with widely varying emotions. Sara had said: "You know that I loved him." The girl put her hands to her eyes and bowed her head. Oh, how can yo« be so merciful to me?" "Because he was not," said Sara, white-lipped. Hetty glanced at the half-averted face with queer, indescrib­ able expression in her eyes. If Leslie Wrandall could have looked in upon them at that moment, or at any time during the half an hour that followed, he would have known who was the slayer of his brother, but it is doubtful if he could have had the heart to denounce her to the -world. When they were ready to leave the room Hetty had regained control of her nerves to a most surprising extent, condition unmistakably due to the Influence of the older woman. "I can trust myself now, Mrs. Wran­ dall," said Hetty steadily as they hes­ itated for an instant before turning the knob of the door. 'Then I shall ask yon to open the door," said Sara, drawing back. Without a word or a look, Hetty opened the door and permitted the other to pass out before her. Then ehe followed, closing it gently, even deliberately, but not without a swift glance over her shoulder into the depths of the room they were leaving. Of the two, Sara Wrandall was the paler as they went up the broad stair­ case with Leslie. The funeral oration by the Rev. Dr. Maltby dragged on. Among all his hearers there was but one who be­ lieved the things he said of Challis Wrandall, and she was one of two per­ sons who, so they saying goes, are vr <****&*%/9/2 con/wrr CHAPTER V. Hetty** Trembling Knaee Qavs Wmy Beneath Her. the last to find a man out; his mother and his sister. Bat in this instance the mother was alone. The silent, attentive guests on the lower floor listened in grim approval: Dr. Maltby was doing himself proud. Not one bat all of them knew that Maltby know. And yet how soothing he was. • • • • • • • By the end of the week the murder of Challis Wrandall was forgotten by all save the police. The Inquest was over, the law was baffled, the city was serenely waiting for its next sensa­ tion. No one cared' Leslie Wrandall went down to the steamer to see his sister-in-law off for Europe. "Goodby, Miss Castleton," he said as he shook the hand of the slim young Englishwoman at parting. "Take good care of Sara. 8he needs a friend, a good friend, now. Keep her over there until she has--forgotten/' Discussing i Tou remember my slat«rW»Vi don't you, Brandy?** was the question that Leslie Wrandall put to a Mead one afternoon, as they sat drearily ia a window of one of the fashionable op- town clubs, a little more than a year after the events described in the fore­ going chapters. Drearily, I have said, for the reason that it was Sunday, aad raining at that. "1 met Mrs. Wrandall a few years ago In Rome," said his companion, re­ newing interest in a conversation that had died some time before of its own exhaustion. "She's most attractive. I saw her but onoe. I think it was at somebody's fete." "She's returning to New York the end of the month," said Leslie. "Been abroad for over a year. She had a villa at Nice this winter." 1 remember her quite well. I was of fen age then to be particularly sen­ sitive to female loveliness. If I'd been staying on in Rome, I should have screwed up the courage, I'm sure, to hare asked her to sit for me." Brandon Booth was of an old Phila­ delphia family: an old and wealthy family. Both views considered, he was qualified to walk hand In glove with the fastidious Wrandalls. Leslie's mother was charmed with him bo- cause she was also the mother of Viv­ ian. The fact that he went in for por­ trait painting and seemed averse to subsisting on the generosity of his father, preferring to live by his tal­ ent, in no way operated against him, so far as Mrs. Wrandall was con­ cerned. That was his lookout, hot hers; if he elected to that sort of thing, all well and good. He could afford to be eccentric; there remained, la the perspective he scorned, the bulk of a huge fortune to offset whatever idiosyncrasies he might choose to cul­ tivate. Some day, in spite of himself, she contended serenely, he would be very, very rich. What could be more desirable than fame, family and for­ tune all heaped together and thrust upon one exceedingly interesting and handsome young man? He hari hc>p>n the pnpll of celebrated draftsmen and painters in Europe, and had exhibited a sincerity of purpose that was surprising, all things con­ sidered. The mere fact that he was not obliged to paint in order to obtain living was sufficient cause for won­ der among the artists he met and studied with or under. Hit? studio in New York was not a fashionable resting place. It was a workshop. You could have tea there* of course, and you were sure to meet people you knew and liked, but it was quite ~as much of a workshop as any you could mention. He was not a dabbler in art, not a mere dauber of pigments: ha was an artist Booth was thirty--perhaps a year or two older; tall, dark and good look­ ing. The air of the thoroughbred marked him. He did not affect loose, flowing crarats and baggy .trousers, nor was he careless about his finger­ nails. He was simply the ordinary, every-day Bort of Chap you would meet in Fifth avenue during parade hours,' and you would take a second look at him because of his face and manner but not on account of his dress. Some.otf his ancestors came over ahead of the Mayflower, but he did not gloat. Leslie Wrandall was hla closest friend and harshest critic. It "didn't really matter to Booth what Leslie said of his paintings: he quite under­ stood that he didn't know anything about them. When does Mrs. Wrandall return?" asked the painter, after a long period of silence spent in contemplation of the gleaming pavement beyond the club's window. That's queer," said Leslie, looking up. "I was thinking of Sara myself. 8he sails next week. I've had a let­ ter asking me to open her house in the country. Her place is about two miles from father's. It hasn't been opened in two years. Her father built it fifteen or twenty years ago, and left to her when he died. She and Challis spent several summers there." "Vivian took me through it one aft­ ernoon last summer. It must have been quite as much of a novelty to her as It was to you, old chap," said Leslie gloomily. "Wh?t dr> you ir.??.n?" "Vivian's a bit of a snob. She never liked the place because old man Gooch built it out of worsteds. She never went there." But the old man's been dead for years." "That doesnt matter. The fact Is, Vivian didn't quite take to Sara until after--well, until after Challis died. We're dreadful snobs. Brandy, the whole lot of us. Sara was quite good enough for a much better man than my brother. She really couldn't help the worsteds, you know. I'm very fond of her, and always have been. We're pals. 'Gad, it was a fearful slap at the home folks when Challis justi­ fied Sara by getting snuffed out the way he did." Booth made an attempt to change the subject, bat Wrandall cot oack to it "Sines then we've all been exceed­ ingly sweet on Sara. Not because we want to be, mind you, but because we're afraid she'll marry some chap who wouldn't be acceptable to us. "I should consider that a very neat way out of it," said Bootli coldly. "Not at all. You see, Challis was fond of Sara, in spite of everything. He left a will and under it she came in for all he had. As that Includes a third interest in our extremely refined and irreproachable business, it would be a deuce of a trick on us if she mar­ ried one of the commop people and set him up amongst us, willy-nilly. We don't want strange bedfellows. We're too snug -- uau 1 might say, too smug. Down In her heart mother is saying to herself it would be just like Sara to get even with us by doing just that sort of a trick. Of course Sara is rich enough without accepting a sou under the will, but she's a canny person. She hasn't handed it back to us on a silver platter, with thanks; still, on the other hand, she refuses to meddle. She makes us feel pretty small. She won't ssll out to us. She just sits tight That's what gets under the skin with mother." *1 wouldn't ssythaVLeskff Iwere in your place." "It is a rather prfgtfctii thin* to say. Isn't ltf "Rather." "You see, I'm the only one who really took sides with Sara. I forget myself sometimes. She was such a brick, all those years." Booth was silent for a moment, not­ ing the reflective look in his compan­ ion's eyes. "I suppose the police haven't given dall called at the hotel immediately | located, so far as neighbors were con- after banking hours, kissed his daugh-1 cerned. Her father, Sebastian Gooch, "You Must Play the Game, Hetty." up the hope that sooner or later the-- er--the woman will do something to give herself away," said he. "They don't take any stock In my theory that she made way with herself the same night. I was talking with the chief yesterday. He 'says that anyone who had wit to cover up her tracks as she did, is not the kind to make way with herself. Perhaps he's right It sounds reasonable. 'Gad, I felt sorry for the poor girl they had up last spring. She went through the third degree, If ever anyone did, but, by Jove, ehe came out of it all right The Aehtley girl, you remember. I've dreamed about that girl, Brandy, and what they put her through. It's a sort of nightmare to me, even when I'm awake. Oh, they've questioned others as well, but she was the only one to have the screws tVisted in just that way." "Where is she now?" "She's comfortable enough/ now. When I wrote to Sara about what she'd been through, she settled a neat bit of money on her, and shell never want for anything. She'e out west somewhere, with her mother and sis­ ters. I tell you, Sara's a wonder. 8he's got a heart of gold." "I look forward to meeting her, old man." "I was with her for a few weeks this winter. In Nice, you know. Viv-« Ian stayed on for a week, but mother had to get to the baths^ 'Gad, I be­ lieve sue hated to go. Sara's got a most adorable girl staying with her. A daughter of Colonel Castleton, and she's connected in some way with the Murgatroyds--old Lord Murgatroyd, you know. I think her mother was a niece of the old boy. Anyhow, mother and Vivian have taken a great fancy to her. That's proof of the padding." "I think Vivian mentioned a com­ panion of some sort" j "You wouldn't exactly call her a companion," said Leslie. "She's got money to burn, I take it Quite keeps up with Sara In making it fly, and that's saying a good deal for her resources. I think it's a pose on her part, thie calling herself a companion. An Eng­ lish joke, eh? As a matter of fact, she's an old friend of Sara's and my brother's too. Knew them in England. Most delightful girl. Oh, I say, old man, she's the one for you to paint." Leslie waxed enthusiastic. "A type, a positive type. Never saw such eyes in all iu> li£e. D&uituil, they haunt you. You dream about 'em." "You seem to be hard hit" said Booth Indifferently. He was watching the man in the "slicker" through moody eyes. "Oh, nothing like that," disclaimed Leslie with unnecessary promptness. "But if I were given to xthat sort of thing, I'd be bowled over in a minute. Positively adorable face. If I thought you had it in you to paint a thing as it really is I'd commission you myself to do a miniature for me, just to have it around where I could pick it up when I liked and hold It between my hands, just as I've often wanted to hold the real thing." • • • • • • • Sara Wrandall \ returned to New York at the end of the month, and Leslie met her at the dock, as he did on an occasion fourteen months ear­ lier. Then she came in on a fierce gale from the wintry Atlantic; this time the air was soft and balmy and sweet with the kindness of spring. It was May and the sea was blue, the land was green. Again she went to the small, exclu­ sive hotel near the park. Her apart­ ment was closed, the butler and his wife and all of their hastily recruited company being in the country, await­ ing her arrival from town. Leslie at­ tended to everything. He lent his Re­ sourceful man servant and his motor to his lovely sister-in-law, and saw to it that his mother and Vivian sent flowers to the ship. Redmond Wran- ter-in-law, and delivered an ultimatum second-hand from the power at home: she was to come to dinner and bring Miss CaatletoTi. A little quiet family dinner, you know, because they were all in mourning, he said in conclusion, vaguely realizing all the while that it really wasn't necessary to supply the information, but, for the life of him, unable to think of anything else to say under the circumstances. Somfe- how it eeemed to him that while Sara was in black she was not in mourning in the same sense that the rest of them were. It seemed only right to acquaint her with the conditions in his household. And he knew that he de­ served the scowl that Leslie bestowed upon him. Sara accepted, much to his surprise and gratification. He had been rather dubious "about it It would not have surprised him in the least If she had declined the invitation, feeling, as he did, that he had in a way come to her with a white flag or an olive branch or whatever It is that a combative force utilizes when it wants to sur­ render in the cause of humanity. As soon as they were alone Hetty turned to her friend. "Oh, Sara, can't you go without me? Tell them that I am ill--suddenly 11L I--I don't think it right or honorable of me tp accept--" Sara shook her head, aw? the words died on the girl's lips. "You must play the game, Hetty." It's--very hard," murmured the other, her face very white and bleak. "I know, my dear," said Sara gently. If they should ever find out" gasped the girl, suddenly giving way to the dread that had been lying dor­ mant all these months. "They will never know the truth unless you choose to enlighten them," said Sara, putting her arm about the girl's shoulders'and drawing her close. "You never cease to be wonderful, Sara--so very wonderful," cried the girl, with a look of worship in her eyes. Sara regarded her in silence for a moment, reflecting. Then, with a swift rush of tears to her eyes, she cried fiercely: "You must never, never tell me all that happened, Hetty! You must not speak It with your own lips." Hetty's eyes grew dark with pain and wonder. "That is the thing I can't under­ stand In you, Sara," she said slowly. "We must not epeak of It!" Hetty's bosom heaved. "Speak of It!" she cried, absolute agony In her voice. "Have I not kept it looked in my heart since that awful day--" "Hush!" • , "I shall go mad it 1 cannrtt talk with you about-- "No, no! It is the forbidden sub­ ject! I know all that I should know-- all that I care to know. We have sot said so much as this In months--in ages, It seems. Let sleeping dogs lie We are better off, iny dear. I could not touch your lips again." "I--I can't bear the thought ot that!" "Kiss me now, Hetty/* -y> T could die for you, cried Hetty, as she impulsively obeyed the command. "I mean that you shall live for me," said Sara, smiling through her tears "How silly of me to cry. It must be the room we are In. These are the same rooms, dear, that you came to on the night we met Ah, how old I feel!" "Old? YOB say that to met I am ages and ages older than you," cried Hetty, the color coming back to her soft cheeks. "You are twenty-threei" "And you are twenty-eight?*. " ' Sara had a far-away look! ftt- her eyes. "About your site and figure," said she, and Hetty did not compre­ hend. . -> CHAPTER Vt; 5 jr 8outhlook. " • "'flara Wrandall's house DM eeun- try stood on a wooded knoll overlook­ ing the sound. It was rather remotely shrewdly foresaw the day when land In this particular section of the sub­ urban world would return dollars for pennies, and 'wisely bcugui thousands of acres: woodland, meadowland, beachland and hills, inserted between the environs of New York city and the rich towns up the coast. Years afterward he built a commodious sum­ mer home on the choicest point that his property afforded, named it South- look, and transformed that particular part of his wilderness into a million­ aire's paradise, where he could dawdle and putter to his heart's content, where he could spend his time and his money with a prodigality that came so late in life to him that he made waste of both in his haste to live down a rather parsimonious paat Two miles and a half away, in the heart of a scattered colony of purse- proud New Yorkers, was the country home of the Wrandalls, an Imposing place and older by far than South- look. It had descended from well- worn and time-stained ancestors to Redmond Wrandall, and, with others of its kind, looked with no little scorn upon the modern, mushroom struc­ tures that sprouted from the seeds of trade. There was no friendship be­ tween the old and the new. Each had recourse to a bitter contempt for the other, though consolation was small in comparison. Tt was in tfie wooded by-ways of this despised domain that Challis Wran­ dall and Sara, the earthly daughter of Midas, met and loved and defied all things supernal^ for matches are made In heaven. Their marriage did not open the gates of Nineveh. Sebas­ tian Gooch'e paradise was mqre com­ pletely ostracised than it was before the disaster. The Wrandalls spoke ot it as a disaster. ' Clearly the old merchant was not over-pleased with' his daughter's choice, a conclusion permanently es­ tablished by the alteration he made in his will a year or two after the mar­ riage. True, he left the vast estate to his beloved daughter Sara, but he fast­ ened a stout string to it, and with this string her hands were tied. It must have occurred to him that Chal­ lis was a profligate in more ways than one, for he deliberately stipulated in his will that Sara was not to sell a foot of the ground until a period of twenty years had elapsed. A very polite way, it would seem, of making hie Investment safe in the face of con­ siderable odds. * He lived long enough after the mak­ ing of his will, I am happy to relate, to find that he had made no mistake. As he preceded his son-in-law into the great beyond by a scant three years, it readily may,be seen that he wrought too well by tax. Seventeen unneces­ sary years of proscription remained, and he had not intended them for Sara alone. He was not afraid of Sara, but for her. When the will was read and the con­ dition revealed, Challis Wrandall took it in perfect good humor. He had the grace to proclaim in the bosom of his father's family that the old gentleman was a father-in-law to be proud of. "A canny old boy," he had announced with his most engaging smile, quite free from rancor or resentment ChflJ- • J ";ftv r fiv'm • • ij Taking LycU* E. '* Vegetable ^ Compound.' ' Cleveland, Ohio--"My left*sidr ! pained me so for several years that |l •xpeefced to^aave t# „ undergo an opera* : . , / tion, but the firs§ ̂ bottle I took of .* Lvdia F!. Pinkhssi'|| . ^ (Vegetable Com»/,% v:' pound relieved meojf ^ * the pains in my side ' </ \ '(iffi. and I continued ita*-V'• use until I became7 - ^ regular and free V' from pains. I asked several do$»/ tors if there was anything I couli \< * take to help me and they said then# r' , was nothing that they knew of. I ai$ thankful for such a good medicine anft * will always give it the highest praise. -- Mrs. C. H. GBIFFITH, 7305 Madiso^.: - " Ave., Cleveland, Ohio, Hanover, Pa,--"J suffered from fMi male trouble and the pains were so ba^t - at times that I could not sit down. Th* doctor advised a severe operation bu£ my husband got me Lydia E. Pinkham'i Vegetable Compound and I experience^ great relief in a short time. Now I feq| like a new person and can do a harjl day's work and not mind it .What jowv - and happiness itis to be well once mora; • I am always ready and willing to speag a good word for the Compound."--Mr " ADA WILT, 196 Stock St, Hanover, Pi It there are any complications yo do not understand write to Lvdia ~ Pinkham Medieine Co. (confident! Lynn,Mass. Your letter will be open lead and answered by a woman held In RtHct confidence# • 4." * . ̂ show you4, the very dog. lis was well acquainted with himself^ And so the acres were strapped to­ gether snugly and firmly, without flfe much as a town lot protruding. So Impressed was Challis by the far sightedness of his tather-m-iaw that he forthwith sat him down and made a will of his own." He would not have it said that Sara's father did a whit better by her than he would do. He left everything he possessed to his wife, but put no string to it, blandly , implying that all danger would be past when she came Into possession. There was a sort of grim humor in the way he managed to present him­ self to view as the real and. TVftdy source of peril. (TO BHJ CONTINUED.) * Gigantic Operation. Bnvth excavated from Panama emal was sufficient to build sixty-three pyis amids the Bize of that of Cheops. "51 CURE DOGS OF EATING EGGS Small Amount of Tartar Emetic WIM Break the Habit, According to Authority. ; When eggs are bringlikg ' top ricei in the market nothing is more dis­ couraging than to find, on making the round of the nests that the dog has been there before you. Often this parasite on hennery profits is a fam­ ily pet that the owners do not wish to kill. But as with other pests, remedy lies only with killing or curing. Here is a cure which I have used success­ fully: Buy one dram of tartar emetic-- this Is a poison and should be handled with the greatest of care. Under no circumstances sholud the powder be placed where it is accessible to chil­ dren. Pip a small piece out of an eggshell, pour out a little of the contents and put about as much of the tartar emetic as will cover the point of a small pocket knife Into the shell. PMte a small piece of white paper over the broken portion, and place the egg in one of the nests, preferably in a se­ cluded spot, where the dog has beert accustomed to pilfer. Put It where he can get it .quickly before the hens have a **»«""»*> to crack the treated egg- comes violently sick and will subse­ quently shun eggs. This means of curing the habit though drastic, is effectual; It will not result in the death of the dog unless an overdose is given. Some tenners use rod pepper In­ stead of the tartar emetic, a pinch of pepper concealed in a baited egg often being effectual. Throughout the southern states Indian turnips when available are used In the same man­ ner. This is a pungent plart which, when eaten, oauses the tongue to smart and burn and often to swell. George H. Dacy ia the Coun^ „.Q^u- tleman. TKP Only Way. ̂ Hrs. Pankhurst a« the Majestic sailed from New York, talked to a re- porter about the comparative deceit- fulness of men and women. "Women," said the reporter, "are the more deceitful." "No," said Mrs. Pankhurst, "men are the worse. Look at the way they de­ ceive their wives." "Do you claim," the reporter asked, "that men should never deceive their wives?" Mrs. Pankhurst smiled and tossed her head. "Oh. no," she said. "Bow could the (average man ever get A Vlt» M Having eatea this poison the dog be- [ didn't deceive hssf* • ExCetSior. ̂ "You can never tell these days," r^':; marked the man in the armchai(^'- "where the upHft will bob up next Every time there are several const** a cutive days of rain and gloomy weatlt; , er I expect to read how a committc^,.., of earnest persons has got togethqfe , Mid organized a Society for the Pr#, motion *of Higher Barometric Goa# tions." . --T • HOW TO TREAT PIMPLES ANOF ' BLACKHEADS 1 i..» . For pimples and blackheads the fot> ^ lowing is a most effective and ec<i*\-' nomical treatment: Gently smear thefv. affected parts with Cuticura Oinf» ,> ft ment, on the end of the finger, but do not rub. Wash off the Cuticurg , - ;> ?• Ointment in five minutes with Cutj^.;(, r • cura Soap and hot water and contlnui* .? bathing for some minutes. This trea£, - ment is best on rising and retirin^/.;^ < At other times use Cuticura Soa|M.s" freely for the toilet and bath, to a*-./ ; siat in preventing inflammation, irrl. tation and clogging of the porea, common cause of pimples, blacknead£» < ' redness and roughness, yellow, oili* ^ mothy and other unwholesome condr's tions of the skin. t " i Cuticura Soap and Ointment solQ^ throughout the world. Sample of eaca' free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post­ card "Cuticura, Dept L, Boston."--Adv. As History !s Written. "Is this the plana where the remark­ able case took place that was pub-, lished lately of the dog that commit^ ted suicide by drowning for love of ltgT Iqst master?" . "This Is the place, sir, and I ca^ Here, To#» • • r-f • y., 'M SKAKIS IWTO YOUB SHOES Allen'a Foot-Base, the Antiseptlo powder for Urea Tender, swollen, nervous loet. Gives rest aui comfort. Makes dancing adeligbt. Sold every \7hor% f&c. Don't accrpt any substitute. For FKKIfl sanjf Allen 8. Olmsted* Boy, Jl* ; Had Parents Guessing. "What do you mean when you say he was a born diplomat?" "Well, when he was a week old hi# parents quarreled about which he loved best." C;;l The Source ofUricAdd Eating too much ia n, common habit that does a lot of harm. Meat, especiully, forms Uric acid and the constant filtering of acid- laden blood weakens the kidneys. Uric acid causes rheumatic and nervous trouble, Weakens the eves, forms gravel and leads to dropsy and Brighfs disease. Kidney weaksess gives early warnings, however, such as backache and urinary disorders and can be stopped by prompt treatment. Use Doan's Kidney Pills, the best rw>- ommendad «ad mow. wtdaly.;U«fiiii»p"iE*ir remedy., «$,' "• " Am nUaots Case "I had a dull. jpnin In my back and limbs." •ays" Mrs. Sarah M. Woods, of 7»31 Vln- cenncs Road, CIu- cagro, III. ' T hands, feet and Jtlea swelled and I was BO weak and miserable, I couldn t ! get around. When almost helpless. I used Doan's Kidney , PIIIl. They, acted. from tho Hrst. re-J roovintr the swell-1 ins and .driving the soreness and lameness out of mjr The cure has been permanent."- G«t Dou'i at Any Store, 80s A BOB DOAN'S "VfAV rafrna&MiLBURN co, BUFVALO, N, Y. I 'A te: The Wretchednest of Constipation Can quickly be overcome bf CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS, '1 a M Z M Purely vegetable --act surely and gently on the fiver. Cure Biliousness, Head­ ache, Dizzi­ ness, and Indigestion. 1TTLE ^ They do their dutjt " IMALL mil* SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRIC^f Genuine must bear Signstuic £ A'! CHICAGO, NO. 25-1914.'