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Feeling that the girl had done her a service In ridding her of the man who though she loved him deeply, had Caused her great sorrow. Mrs. "Wrandall determines to shield her and takes her to her own home. Mrs. Wrandali hears the atory of Hetty CaatJeton's life, exoept that portion that relates to Wrandall. This and the story of the trapedy she forbids the Rlr! ever to tell. She offers Hetty a hom<5, friendship and security from peril on account of the tragedy. Mrs. Sara Wrandall and Hetty attend the funeral Of Challis Wrandall at the home of his parents. Sara Wrandall and Hetty re­ turn to New York after an absence of n y»>Jir in 'Kiirop", T,«j!le Wrandall. brother •f Challis. makes hlmeeff useful to 3ara <m<J becomes greatly interested In Hetty CHAPTER VW--Continued. •. - *"'•*** and Hetty did not stay Ion* ta town. The newspapers announced the return of Challis Wrandall's widow and reporters sought her out for Inter­ views. The old Interest was revived and oolnmns were printed about the murder at Burton's inn, with sharp editorial comments on the failure of the police to clear up the mystery. "I shall ask Leslie down for the "week-end," said Sara, the third day after their arrival in the country. The house was huge and lonely, and time hung rather heavily despite the glori­ ous uplift of spring. Hetty looked up quickly from her book. A look of dismay flickered In her eyes for an instant and then gave way to the calmness that had come to dwell in their depths of late. Her lips parted in the sudden impulse to cry out against the plan, but she checked the words. For a moment her dark, questioning eyes studied the face of her benefactress; then, as If nothing had been revealed to her, she allowed her gaze to drift pensively out toward the sunset sea. They were sitting on the broad verandah overlooking the sound. The dusk of evening was beginning to steal over the earth. She laid her book aside. "Will you telephone In to him after dinner, Hetty?" went on Sara, after a long period of silence. Again Hetty started. This time & look of actual pain flashed in her eyes. "Would not a note by post be more certain to find him in the--" die be­ gan hurriedly. * "I dislike writing notes," Baid Sara calmly. "Of course, dear, if you feel that you'd rather not telephone him, I can--" "I dare say 1 am finicky, Bara," apol­ ogized Hetty In quick contrition. "Of course he la your brother. I should remem--" "My brother-in-law, dear," said Sara, a trifle too literally. "He will come often to your house," went on Hetty rapidly. *1 must make the best of it." "He is your friend, Hetty. He ad- &VV'- f ; ' •** " . • Xff ' • • • -• •U.? 4w; 0:: S|S-?; fe' yA >• •-• 'if*" If.: fe« mires you. "I cannot see him through your eyes, Sara." 1 "But he is charming and agreeable, you'll admit," persisted the other. "He Is very kind, and he Is devoted to you. I should like him for that" "You have no cause for disliking htm." - "I do not dislike him. I--1 am--Oh, 3rou always have been so thoughtful, 1;^ ^ • rso considerate, Sara, I can't under- '«taml your failing to see how hard it 2is for me to---to--well, to endure his 'open-hearted friendship." Sara wae silent for a moment. "You draw a pretty fine line, Hetty," she *aid gently. i Hetty flushed. "You mean that there is little to choose between wife and brother? That isn't quite fair. You know everything, he knows noth­ ing. I wear a mask for him; you have -seen into the very heart of me. It Hsnt the same." t Sara came over and stood beside the tori's chair. After a moment of inde- ^0: •J i "14sten, my dear," said Sara, a hafti note growing In her voice: "this Is my home. I do not love it, but I can see no reason for abandoning it. That is why we came back to New York." Hetty pressed her friend's hand to her lips. "Forgive me,'* she cried Im­ pulsively. "I shouldn't have com* complained. It was detestable." "Besides," went on Sara evenly, "you were quite free to remain on the other side. I left it to yoo." "You gavt> n§e a week to decide," said Hatty in a hurried manner of speaking. "I--1 took but twenty-four hours--less than that. Over night, you remember. I love you, Sara. I could not leave you. All that night I could feel you pulling at my heart strings, pulling me closer, and holding me. You were in your room, I in mine, and yet all the time you seemed to be bending ever me in the dark­ ness, urging me to stay with you and love you and be loved by you. It couldn't have been a dream." "It was not a dream," said Sara, with a queer smile. "Yon do lore me?" tensely. "I do love you," was the Arm an­ swer. Sara was staring across the i "Qeotf God, Sara!" Cried the Girl Horror. In Hetiy Looked Up Quickly From the Book. , atolon she laid her hand on Hetty's • iboulder. The girl looked up, the ever- recurring question in her eyes. "We haven't spoken of--of these things in many monthB. Hetty." "Not since Mrs. Wrandall and Viv­ ian came to Nice. I was upset--dread­ fully upeet then, Sara. I don't know* how I managed to get through with iL" "But you managed it," pronponced Bara. Hef fingers seemed to tighten mddenly on the girl's shoulder. "I think we were qutt|Lwonderful. both Of us- It wasn't fMfm me." "Why did we sqfeyWck to New . York, Sara?" bursr%t Hetty, clasp- ' "fiBg her friend's hand as If suddenly •pwred fcy terror., "We were%a •ver tb?re. Add free!" WVJ water, her eyes big and as black as night Itself. She seemed to be looking far beyond the misty lights that bob- bled with nearby schooners, far be­ yond the yellow mass on the opposite shore where a town lay cradled in the shadows, far Into the fast darkening sky that came up like a wall out of the east. Hetty's fingers tightened in a warmer clasp. Unconsciously perhaps, Sara's grip on the girl's shoulder tightened also; unconsciously, for her thoughts were far away. The younger woman's pensive gaze rested on the peaceful waters below, taking in the slow approach of the fog that was Soon to envelop the land. Neither spoke for many minutes: inscrutable thinkers, each a prey 10 thoughts that leaped backward to thi> beginning and took up the puzzle at its inception. I wonder--" began Hetty, her eyes ( narrowing with the Intensity of thought. She did not complete the sentence. Sara answered the unspoken ques­ tion. "It will never f>e different from what it Is now, unless you make it so." Hetty started. "How could you have known what I was thinking?" she cried in wonder. It Is what you are always think­ ing, my dear. You are always asking yourself when will I turn against you," "8ara!" "Your own Intelligence should sup­ ply the answer to all the questions you are asking of yourself. It Is too late for me to turn against you." She ab­ ruptly removed her hand from Hetty's shoulder and walked to the edge of the veranda. For the first time, the English girl was conscious of pain. She drew her arm up and cringed. She pulled the light scarf about her bare shoulders. The butler appeared ta the doorway. "The telephone, If you please, Miss Castleton. Mr. Leslie Wrandall is calling." The girl stared. "For me, Watson?" "Yes, miss." Hetty had risen, visibly agitated. "What shall I say to him, Sara?" she cried. "-Apparently It is he who has some­ thing to say to you," said the other, still smiling. "Walt and see what it Is. Please don't neglest to say that we?d like to have him over Sunday." "A box of flowers has Just come up from the station for you, miss," Watson. Hetty was very white as she passed into the house. Mrs. Wrandall re­ sumed her contemplation of the fog- screened sound. "Shall I fetch you a wrap, ma'am?" asked Watson, hesitating. "I am coming in, Watson. Open the box of flowers for Miss Castleton. Is there a fire in the library?" "Yes, Mrs. Wrandall." "Mr. Leslie will be out on Saturday. Tell Mrs. Conkllng." "The evening train, ma'am?" "No. The eleven-thirty. He will be here for luncheon." When Hetty hurried Into the library a few minutes later, her manner was that of one considerably disturbed by something that has transpired almost on the moment. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were reflectors of a no uncertain distress of mind. Mrs. Wrandall was standlug before the fireplace, an exquisite figure In the slinky black evening gown which she affected in these days. Her perfectly modelled neck and shoulders gleamed like pink marble in the reflected glow of the burning logs. She wore no Jew­ elry, but there was a single white roee ' \v -St *v~ v? • • >>•' ,> -i> in her dark hair, where it had been placed by the whimsical Hetty an hour earlier as they left the dinner table. "He Is coming out on the eleven- thirty, Sara," said the girl nervously, "unless you will send the motor In for feinv The body of his car Is betas changed and it's in the shop. He must have been Jesting when he eaid he would pay for the petrol--I should have said gasoline." Sara laughed. "You will know him better, my dear," she said. "Leslie is very light-hearted." "He suggested bringing * friend," went on Hetty hurriedly. "A Mr. Booth, the portrait painter." "I met him in Italy. He la charm­ ing. You will like him, too, Hetty." The emphasis did not escape notice. "It seems that he Is spending a fort­ night in the village, this Mr. Booth, painting spring lambs for rest and recreation, Mr. Leslie says." "Then he is at our very gatea," said Sara, looking up suddenly. '1 wonder if he can be the man 1 saw yesterday at the bridge," mused Hetty. "Ie he tall?" "I really cah't say. He's rather vague. It was six or seven years ago." "It was left that Mr. WYandall Is to come out on the eleven-thirty," ex­ plained Hetty. "I thought you wouldn't like sending either of the motors in." "And Mr. Booth?" ."We are to send for him after Mr. Wrandall arrives. He is stopping at the Inn, wherever that may be." "Poor fellow!" sighed Sara, with a grimace. "I am sure he will like ua immensely if he has been stopping at the inn." Hetty stfcod staring down at the blazing logs for a full minute before giving expression to the thought that troubled her. "Sara," she said, meeting her friend's eyeB with a steady light in her own, "why did Mr. Wrandall aBk for me instead of you? It la you be Is coming to visit, not me. - It Is your house. Why ehould--" "My dear," said Sara glibly, "I am merely his sister-in-law. It wouldn't be necessary to ask me if he should come. He knows he Is welcome." "Then why should he feel called up­ on to--" "Some men like to telephone, I sup­ pose," said the other coolly. "I wonder if you will ever under­ stand how I feel about--about certain things, Sara," "What, for instance?" "Well, his very evident- interest In me," cried the girl hotly. "He sends me flowers--this is the second box this week--and he is so kind, so very friendly, Sara, that I cant bear it--I really can't." Mrs. Wrandall stared at her. "You can't very well send him about his business," she said, "unless he be­ comes more than friendly. Now, can you?" "But it seems so--so horrible, so beastly," groaned the glrL Sara faced her squarely. "See here, Hetty," she said levelly, "we have made our bed, you and I. We must lie in It--together. If Leslie Wrandall chooses to fall in love with you, that, is his affair, not ours. We must face every condition. In plain words, we must play the game." What could be more appalling than to have him fall In love with me?" The other way 'round would be more dramatic, I should say." Good God Sara!" cried the girl In horror. "How can you even apeak of euch a thing?" After all, why shouldn't---" began Sara, but stopped in the middle of her suggestion, with the result that It had its full effect without being uttered in so many cold-blooded words. The girl shuddered. I wish, Sara, you would let me un­ burden myself completely to you." she pleaded, seizing her friend's hands. You have forbidden me--" Sara Jerked her hands away. Her eyes flashed. "I do not want to hear it," ebe cried fiercely. "Never, never! DO you understand? It is your secret. I will not share it with you. I should hate you if I knew everything. As It Is, I love you because you are a wom­ an who suffered at the hand of one who made me suffer. There Is noth­ ing more to say. Don't bring up the subject again. I want to be your friend for ever, not your confidante. There Is a distinction. You may be able to see how very marked It is in our case. Hetty. What one does not know, seldom hurts." But I want to Justify myself--" It Isn't necessary," cut In the other so peremptorily that the girl's eyes spread into a look of anger. Where­ upon Sara Wrandall threw her arm about her and drew her down beside her in the chaise-lounge. "I didn't mean to be harsh," she cried. "We must not speak of the paet, that's alL The future Is not likely to hurt us, dear. Let us avoid the past." "The future!" sighed the gpit star­ ing blankly before her. "To appreciate what it is to be," said the other, "you have but to think of what it might have been." "I know,"' Bald Hetty, In a low voice. "And yet I sometimes wonder it--1« 9 Sara Interrupted. "You are paying me, dear, instead of the law," she said gently. "I am not a harsh creditor, am I r "My life belongs to 7M. I give It cheerfully, even gladly." "So you have eald befbre. Well, if It belongs to me, you might at least permit me to develop it as I would any other possession. I take it as an In­ vestment. It will probabl? fluctuate." "Now you are Jesting!" "Perhaps," said Sara laconically. The next toorning Hetty set forth for her accustomed tramp over the roads that wound through the estate. Sara, the American, dawdled at home, resenting the chill spring drlzsle that did not In the least discourage the y.n gl * • * % • ' • , ; / She came to the bridge by the mill, long since deserted and now a thing of ruin and decay. A man in knicker­ bockers stood leaning against the rail, idly gaslng down at the trickling stream below. The brier pipe that formed the circuit between hand and lips sent up soft blue colls to float away on the drisde. She passed behind him, with a sin­ gle furtive, curious glance at his hand­ some, undisturbed profile, and In that glance recognised him as the man she had seen the day before. When she was a dosen rods away, the tall man turned his face from the stream and sent after her the long- lf I (thought she'd-- But nonsense! Let's talk about something Yourself, for instance." She leaned back with a amlle on her lips, but not In her eyes; afid dre# a long, deep breath. He was hard hit That was what Bhe wanted to know. ' They found Booth at the inn. He was sitting on the old-fashioned porch, surrounded by bags and boys. As he climbed into the car after the bags, the boys grinned and jingled the coins in their pockets and ventured, almost in unison, the intelligence that they would all be there if he ever came back again. Big and little, they had hl& ai might akin to cautiousness in that look of as if he were afraid that she turn her head suddenly and catch him at it. Something began stirring in his heart, the nameless something that awakens when least expected. He felt, the subtle, sweet femininity of her ae she passed. It lingered with him as he looked. She turned the bend in the road a hundred yards away. For many min­ utes he studied the stream below Without really seeing it. Then he straightened up, knocked the ashes from his pipe, and Bet off slowly in her wake, although he had been walk­ ing in quite the opposite direction when he came to the bridge--and on a mission of some consequence, too.. < There was the chance that he would; meet her coming back. restrained look. There was something transported his easel and canvasses from place to place for three weeks or more and his departure was to be regarded as a financial calamity. Leslie, perh&pa in the desire to b$ alone with his reflection, eat forward with the chauffaur, and paid little or no heed to the unhappy person's com­ ments on the vile conditio^ of all vil­ lage thoroughfares. New York city in­ cluded. " "And you painted those wretched little boys Instead of the beautiful things that nature provides for us out here, Mr. Booth?" Sara was saying to the artist beside her. "Of course I managed to get a bit f HAPTlER V|l, A Faithful Crayon-Point. Leslie Wrandall came out on the eleven-thirty. Hetty was at the station with the motor, a sullen resentment in her heart, but a welcoming smile on her lipi^. The sun shone brightly. The sound glared with the white of re­ flected skies. "I thought of catching the eight o'clock," he cried enthusiastically, as he dropped his bag beside the motor In order to reach over and shake hands with her. "That would have gotten me here hours earlier. The dif­ ficulty was that I didn't think of the eight o'clock until I awoke at nine." "And then you had the additional task of thinking about breakfast," said Hetty, but without a trace of sar­ casm In her manner. "I never think of breakfast," said he amiably. "I merely eat it Of course, It's a task to eat It sometimes, but--well, how are you? How do you like it out here f He was beside her on the broad seat, his face beaming, his gay little mustache pointing upward at the ends like oblique brown exclamation points, so expansive was his smile. "I adore it," she replied, her own smile growing In response to his. It was Impossible to resist the good na­ ture of him. She could not dielike him, eyen though she dreaded him deep down in her heart Her blood was hot and cold by turns when she was with him. as her mind opened and shut to thoughts pleasant and unpleas­ ant with something of the regularity of a fish's gills in breathing. ."When I get to heaven I mean to have a place in the country the year found," he said conclusively. "And If you don't get to herfven?" "I suppose I'll take a furnished flat somewhere." Sara was waiting for them at the bottom of the terrace as they drove up. He leaped out and kissed her hand. "Much obliged," he murmured, with a slight twist of his head in the direc­ tion of Hetty, who was giving orders to the chauffeur. "You're quite welcome," said Sara, with a smile of understanding. "She's lovely, Isn't shet" "EnchantingI" said he, almost too loudly. Hetty walked vp the long ascent ahead of them. She did not have to look back to know that they were watching her with unfaltering interest. She could feel their gaze. "Absolutely adorable," he added, en­ larging his estimate without really be­ ing aware that he voiced it Sara shot a look at his rapt face, and turned her own away to hide the queer little smile that flickered briefly and died away. Hetty, pleading a sudden headache, declined to accompany them later on in the day when they set forth in the car to "pick up" Brandon Booth at the Inn. They were to bring him over, bag and baggage, to stay till Tuesday. "He will be wild to paint her," de­ clared Leslie when they were out of sight around the bend in the road. He had waved his hat to Hetty Just be­ fore the trees shut off their view of her. She wae standing at the top of the steps beside one of the tall Italian vases. "I've never seen such eyes.1* he sac- claimed. ; "She's a darling," said Sara and changed the subject knowing full well that he would come back to it before long. "I'm mad about her," he said sim­ ply, and then, for some unaccountable reason, gave over being loquacious and lapsed Into a state of almost lugubrious quiet She glanced at his face, furtively at first, as if uncertain of his mood, then with a prolonged stare that was frankly curious and amused. "Don't lose your head, Leslie,* she said softly, almost purringly. He started. "Oh, I say, Sara, I'm not likely to--" "Stranger things have happened." She interrupted, with a shake of her head. "I can't afford to have you making love to her and getting tired of the game, as you always do, dear boy, Juet as soon as you find she's In love with you. Bhe is too dear to be hurt In that way. You mustn't--" "Good Jjord!" he cried; "what a bounder ycu must take ue for! Why, "Enchanting!" 8aid He, Almost Too Loudly. ' of nature, even at that," said he, with a smile. "Boys are pretty close to earth, you know. To be perfectly hon­ est, I did it in order to get away from the eminently beautiful but unnatural things I'm required to paint at home." "I suppose we will see you at the Wrandall place this summer." "I'm coming out to paint Leslie's sister in June, I believe. And that reminds me, I came upon, an uncom­ monly pretty girl not far from your place the other day--and yesterday, as well--some one I've met before, un­ less I'm vastly mistaken. I wonder If you know your neighbors well enough--by sight, at least--to venture a good guess as to who I mean." She appeared thoughtful. "Oh, there are dozens of pretty girls in the neighborhood. Can't you remember where you met--" She stopped suddenly, a swift look pt'&fc prehension in her eyes. He failed to note the look or the broken sentence. He was searching in his coat pocket for something. Se­ lecting a letter from the middle of a small pocket he held it out to her. "I sketched this from memory. She posed all too briefly for me," he said. On the back of the envelope was a remarkably good likeness of Hetty Castleton, done broadly, Bketchily, with a crayon point evidently drawn with haste while the impression was freBh, but long after she had passed out of range of his vision. "I kno\r her," said Sara quietly. "It'e very clever, Mr. Booth," "There 1b something hauntlngly fa­ miliar about It," he went on, looking at the sketch with a frown of perplex­ ity. "I've Been her somewhere, but for the life of me I can't place her. Perhaps in a. erowded street or the theater, or a railway trai&--Just .a fleeting glimpse, you know. But in any event I got a lasting impression. Queer things like that happen, don't you think so?" y > Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and spoke to Leslie. As he turned, she handed him the- envelope, without comment "Great Scott!" he exclaimed. "Mr. Booth is a mind reader," she explained. "He has been reading your thoughts, dear boy." Booth understood, and grinned. "You don't mean to say--" began the dumfounded Leslie, still staring at the sketch. "Ijtyon my word, It's a wonderful likoness, old chap. 2 didn't know you'd ever met her." "Met her?" cried Booth, tin amiable conspirator. "I've never met her." "See here, don't try anything like that on me. How could yoi) do this if you've never seen-*/* "He is a mind reader," cried Sain, "Haven't you been thinking of her steadily for--well, we'll say Uin min­ utes?" demanded Booth. Leslie reddraed. "Nonsense!" * " "ThAt's a mental telepathy sketch," said the artist, complacently. "When did you do that?" "This instant you might (My. See! Here is the crayon point I always carry one around with me for just euch--" ' , "All right" said Leslie blandly, at the fame time putting the envelope in his own pocket; "we'll let it go at that. If you're sq clever at mind pic­ tures you can go to work and make another for yourself. I mean to keep this one." "I say," began Booth, dismayed. "One's thoughts are his own," said the happy possessor of the eketch. He turned his back on, them. Sara was contrite. "He will never give it up," she lamented. "Is he really hard hit?" asked Booth In surprise. "I wonder," mused Sara. "Of course he's welcome tb the eketch, confound him." "Would you like to paint her?" "Is this a commlseion?" "Hardly. I know her, that's all. She is a very dear friend." . "My heart is set on painting tome one else, Mrs. Wrandall." "Oh!" ; "When I know fWto better FH tell you who she is." "Could you make a sketch of this other one from memory?" she asked lightly. "I think so. Ill show you one this evening. I have my trusty crayon about me always, as I said before." Later in the afternoon Booth came face to face with Hetty. He was de­ scending the stairs and met her com­ ing up. The sun streamed In through the tall windows at the turn in the stairs, shfning full in her uplifted face as she approached him from belotf. He could not repress the start of amazement She was carrying a box of roses in her arms--red roses whose stems protruded far beyond the end of the pasteboard box and reeked of a fragrant dampness. She gave him a shy, startled smile as she passed. He had stopped to make room for her on the turn. Some­ what dazed, he continued on his way down the steps, to suddenly remember with a twinge of dismay that he had not returned her polite smile, but had stared at her with most unblinking fervor. In no little shame and em­ barrassment he sent a sMft glance over his shoulder. She was walking cloee to the banister rail on th« floor above. As he glanced up their eyes met for she too had turned to peer. Leslie Wrandall was standing near the foot of the stairs. There was an eager, exalted look In his face that slowly gave way to well-assumed un­ concern as his friend came upon him and grasped his arm. (TO BE CONTINUED.) h ALMOST PERFECT IN SYSTEM Modern Hotel a WondeiVul Improve­ ment Over Its Predecessor of Only a Few Years Ago. "It Is wonderful to appreciate the difference in hotel systems of today; and 15 yuars ago. And still, with all the conveniences that are offered to guests at practically the same rates, there Is the man who finds fault "Today guests have telephones in their rooms, whereas several yeani ago they had anything from a cow­ bell to a row of brass checks operat­ ed with a cord. "At the old Gobson house, about twelve yeara ago, we installed a de­ vice for lessening labor which was called' a teleseme. It was a sort of punch button affair which was sup­ posed to signal for anything from a San Francisco newspaper to a bag of peanuts. You'd push the button so many times and different lights would bob up on the board in the office after the clerk had released the indicator. "One day I pulled out the Indicator on a certain room and the light* flared up. The signal showed a very difficult drink and I hastened to notify the cafe. "A boy took the drink upstairs, hut could find no-one. After a little in­ vestigation we found the room had not been occupied for two weeks and that the signal had been given when a maid bad pushed the bed sgalost the roc ni buttoi "Another device was the old cord in the room at the Grand hotel. A certain number of pulln would relca?e brass checks on which wets scheduled the desire of the guest. Whenever a pull came on thJs indicator It sounded as though some one had dropped a couple of hundred brass checks on a marble floor. "This affair was a nuisance, for we got to sending ice water to a room every time it worked. Many times a guest would receive three or totir pitchers of water. 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It resembled a large ringworm, only it pilfered, la that it was covered with watery blis­ ters that itched and burned terribly, made worse by her scratching it. Then the blisters would break through and let out a watery substance. She was very cross and fretful while she had it and had very little rest at night. When the eruption was at its worst the teacher of thd school sent her home and would not allow her to attend until the disfigurement of her face was gone. ' * "I wrote and received a sample of Cuticnra Soap and Ointment, which we used according to directions, and they gave instant relief, so we bought some more. It gradually grew better. We kept on using Cuticura Soap and Ointment and in three or four months the child was entirely cured." (Signed) Mt. Henry Prins, Oct 28, 1012: Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of «aek free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post­ card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston."--AdT. ft:* i ¥ Everything Lacking. Personally we have met pofene men who, if weighed in the balance, wool#.; be found wanting everything, IncliiA; Ing the balance.--Galveston News. Acid. Stomach, heartburn and nausea quickly disappear with the use of Wrigtyjfo Indian Vegetable Pills. Send for ttlpr box to 37a Pearl St., New York. Adv. Naturally.-;,... * *How tt Bangs getting on with his stock deals?" "He slipped up on the ice otict.* Use Somas: Eye Balsam Dor scalding Mt •stlon io eyes »nd Inflammation of •/H it •yelid^. Adv. / A woman may be a perfect shrallv without being all this rage. '" ̂ and Beans Delicious - Nutritious Plump and nut-like in flavor, thorougUQf eook«d with choice pork. Prepared the Libby way, nothing can be more appo» tiring and satisfying, nor of gi eater fboi value. Put op with or without tomato sence. An excellent dish served eitha* bet or cold. , htmai on IM$% Libby, McNeill & Libby, Chicago I 4\ , lagnmcem Crops in alt , Western Gt/tat' , All parts of the Provinces of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta, have produced won­ derful yields of Wheat. (His, Barley and Flax. Wheat graded from Contract to No. 1 Hard. welshed heavy and |MM from 20 to 4Sb<Ml»la per acre; 22 bushels was about the total average. Mind Farm-1 las may be considered fully as profit- * able an industry as grain raisins. The ' excellent grasses foil of-eiutrkioo, are \ the only food required either for beef' or dairy purposes. In 1912. aod again in 1913, at Chicago, Manitoba oarrisJ aff the Champleeship fee beef steer. Good ' schools, markets convenient, climate ex-1. cellent. For the homesteader, the man \ who wishes to farm extensively, or the \ investor. Canada offer* the biggest op» portunity of any place oe the continent. Apply for descriptive literature and [reduced railway ratBStS • Superintendent of Immigration, Ottawa. Canada, or (o C. a. Brot*kttw, 418 Bctttai L*T. ess,!* >i* mi la, M< Canadian I Government Agent! W. N, y., CHICAGO. NO. i i •••'J". : i