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• V WOE McM|5NRY PLAINDEAJ,ER, McHENRT, 7 % ~ r H .••»' * »V_ HENRY KITCHELL WEBSTER • 4 :;•* - H. , < Copyright 1916, Bobbs-Merrill Co. THE BIG STEP Most romantic fiction ends with the hero and heroine about to marry and "live happy ever after." The author of this un­ usual serial begins his story with marriage and carries the romance for a period „©f several years into the realm of "double harness." Taking a couple .from the well-to-do scale of the Middle West social scheme, Mr. Webster uses them to bring out some of the important -problems confronting a great many young men and women who enter the bonds of matrimony in these days of equal suffrage, of wom­ en who'd rather work down­ town than stay at home, and of new complications in the busi­ ness of raising a family. "The Real Adventure" is thoroughly alive with action. You will en- Joy the story not only for its ro­ mance but for the element in it that will make you think--and ponder the intimate happenings In your own family and in the families of your neighbors. THE EDITOR. -m:-- . '•* * • CHAPTER.I. Beginning an Adventure. - "Indeed," continued the professor, glancing down at his notes, "if one were the editor of a column of--er-- ladvice to young girls, one might crys­ tallize the remarks I have been making this morning into a warning--never Imarry a man with a passion for prin­ ciples." It got a laugh, of course. Professor­ ial jokes always do. But the girl didn't laugh. She came to with a start --she had been staring out the window --and wrote, apparently, the fool thing down in her notebook. It was the only note she had made in thirty-five minutes. All of this brilliant exposition of the paradox of Rousseau and Robes­ pierre (he was giving a course on the ;French revolution), the strange and vet inevitable fact that the softest, most sentimental, rose-scented religion •ever invented, should have produced, through its most thoroughly Infatuated disciple, the ghastliest reign of terror jthat ever shocked the world; his mas­ terly character study of the "sea-green Incorruptible," too humane to swat a jfly, yet capable of sending half of IFrance to the guillotine in order that Ithe half that was left might believe (unanimously in the rights of man-- iall this the girl had let go by unheard, jin favor, apparently, of the drone of la street piano, which came In through Ithe open window on the wings of a iPrematurely warm March wind. Of iall his philosophizing, there was not a •pen-track to mar the virginity of the page she had opened her notebook to when the lecture began. And then, with a perfectly serious -'face, she had written down his silly little joke about advice to young girls. There was no reason in the world for his paying any special attention to her; it annoyed him frightfully that lie did. Hie was good-looking, of course,-- «a rather boyishly splendid young crea­ ture of somewhere about twenty, with a heap of chestnut hair that had a sort of electric vitality about it. She !had a strong chin, with a slight forward ithrust, good straight-looking, expres­ sive eyes, and a big, wide, really beau- itiful mouth, with square white teeth lln it, which, when she smiled, ex­ erted a sort of hypnotic effect on him. All that; however, left unex­ plained the quality she had of making jyou, whatever she did, lrrestlbly aware ;of her. And, conversely, unaware of (everyone else about her. j Her name was Rosalind Stanton! but ihis Impression was that they called her !Kose. The bell rang out in the corridor. iHe dismissed the class and began ^stacking up his notes. Then, "Miss .Stanton," he said. * I She detached herself from the 'stream that was moving toward the ,door and, with a good-humored look 'of inquiry about her very expressive eyebrows, came toward him. "This is an idiotic question," he saidr as she paused before his desk, "but did you get anything at all out of my lecture except my bit of face­ tious advice to young girls about to marry?" She flushed a little (a girl like that hadn't any right to flush: it ought to be against the college regulations), drew her bows together in a puzzled sort of way, and then, with her wide, boyish, good-humored mouth, she smil­ ed. "I didn't know it was facetious," she said. "It struck me as pretty good. But--I'm awfully sorry if you thought me inattentive. You see, mother brought us up on the "Social Contract" and the "Age of Reason," such things, and I didn't put it down because . "I see," he said. "I beg your par­ don." . She smiled, perfectly cheerfully begged his pardon, and assured hip •he'd try to do better. Another girl who had been waiting to speak to the professor, perceiving that their conversation was at an end. came and stood beside her at the desk j««-a scrawny;, girl with an eager voice, ~*nd a question she wanted to ask about Robespierre; and for some reason 6r other, Rosalind Stanton's valedic tory smile seemed to include a con­ sciousness of this other girl--a con­ sciousness of a contrast. It might not ; have been any more than that, but - aomehow It left the professor feeling hi) h«H of von hlmnolf owa« There is nothing cloistral about the University of Chicago excqpt its architecture. As she went out Rose felt that the presence of a fat abbot or a lady prioress in the corridor outside the recitation-room would have fitted in admirably with the look of the, warm gr&y walls and the carven pointed arches of the window and door casements, the blackened oak of the doors themselves. She wasn't fully conscious of it on this March morning, but Something had happened that made a difference. If she'd been ascending an impercep­ tible gradient for the past months, today she had come to a recognizable step up and taken it. Oddly enough, the thing had happened buck there in the class-room as she stood before the professor's desk and caught his eye wavering between herself and the scrawny girl who wanted t6 ask a question about Robespierre^ There had been more than blank, helpless exasperation in that look of his, and it had taught her something. She couldn't have^xplalned what. She went s™nging along alone, her shoulders back, confronting the warm March wind, drawing long breaths into her good deep chest. She had just had, psychically speaking, a birthday. She played a wonderful game of basketball that wfternoon, and it was after five o'clock when, at the con­ clusion of the game and a cold shower, a rub, and a somewhat casual re­ sumption of her clothes, she emerged from the gymnasium. High time that she took the quickest way of getting home, unless she wanted to be late for dinner. But the exhilaration of the day per­ sisted. She felt .like doing something, out of the regular routine. Even a preliminary walk of a mile or so before she should cross over and take the elevated, would serve to satisfy her mild hunger for adventure. So, with her notebooks- under her arm and her sweater-jacket unfasten­ ed. ajt a good fpur-mlle swing she started north. In the purlieus of the university she was frequently hailed by friends of her own sex or the other. But though she waVed cheerful re­ sponses to their, greetings, she made her stride purposeful enough to dis­ courage offers of company. They all seemed young to her today. All her student activities seemed young. As if, somehow, she had outgrown them. The feeling was none the less real after she had laughed at herself for entertaining it. She noticed presently that It was a good deal darker than it had any right to be at this hour, and the sudden fall of the breeze and a persistent shimmer of lightning supplied her with the explanation. When she reached Forty-seventh street, the break of the storm was obviously a matter of minutes, so she decided to ride across to the elevated--it was another- mile. perhai^B--rather than to walk across as she had meant to do. She found quite a group of people waiting on the corner for a car, and the car itself, when It came along, was crowded. So she* handed her nickel to the conductor over some­ body's shoulders, and moved back to the corner of the vestibule, which did ,very well until the next stop, where half a dozen more prospective passengers were waiting. They were in a hurry, too, since It had begun in very downright fashion to rain. The conductor had been chanting, *Gpr tn the > car, . please!" in a per- She Went Swinging Along, Alone. functory cry all along. But at this crisis his voice got u new urgency. "Come on now," he proclaimed, "you'll have to get Inside!" From the steps the new arrivals pushed, the conductor pushed, and the sheep^ke docility of an American crowd helped him. Regretfully, with the rest, Rose made her way to the door. . ' . • "Pare, please V*'" he said sharply as she came along,!* She told him she had paid her fare; but for sotue reason lie elected not to believe her. "When did yotl pay?" he demanded. "A block back," she said, "when all those other people got on." "You didn't puy It to me," he said truculently. "Come along! Puy your fare or get off the ear!" "I paid It once," she said quietly, "«ud I'm not going to pay it again." With that she started forward toward the door. He reached out across his little rail and caught her by the arm. It was a natural act enough--not polite, to be sure, by no means chivalrous. But it had a surprising result. The first thing lie knew he found both wrists pinned in the grip of two hands; found himself staring stu­ pidly into a pa|r of great blazing blue eyes--it's a wrathful color, blue, when you light It up--and listening, unCom- prehendlngly, to a vole? that said, ^Don't dare touch me like that!" The episode might have ended right there, for the conductor's consterna­ tion was complete. But her notebooks were scattered everywhere and had to be gathered up, and there were two or three of the passengers who thought the situation was funny, and laughed, which didn't improve the conductor's temper. Rose was aware, as she gathered up her notebooks, of another hand that was helping her--a gloved masculine hand. She took the books it held out to her as she straightened up, and said "Thank you," but without looking around for the face that went with it. The conductor hod jerked the bell while she was collecting her notebooks, and the car was grinding dowu to a stop. "You pay your fare!" he repeated, "or you get off the car right here!" "Right here" was In the middle of whot looked like a lake, and the rain was pouring down with a roar. Before she could answer a voice spoke--a voice which, with intuitive certainty, she associated with the gloved hand that had helped gather up her note­ books--a very crisp, finely modulated voice. "That's perfectly outrageous," it said. "The young lady has paid her fare." "Did you see her pay it?" demanded the conductor. "Naturally not," said the voice: "I got on at the last corner. She was here then. But if she said she did, she did." It seemed to relieve the conductor to have someone of his own sex to quarrel with. He delivered a stream of admonition somewhat sulphurously phrased, to the general effect that any one whose concern the present affair was not, could, at his option, close his- jaw or have his block knocked off.' Rose became aware that inside a shaggy gray sleeve which hung beside Jter, there was a sudden tension of big muscles; the gloved hand which had helped gather up her notebooks clenched itself into a formidable fist. She spoke quickly and decisively: "I won't pay another fare; but, of course,' you may put me off the car." "All right,'* said the conductor. The girl smiled over the very gin­ gerly way In which he reached out for liar elbow to guide her around the rail and toward the step. Technically, the action constituted putting hers off the car. She heard the crisp voice once more, this time repeating a number-- "twenty-two-ought-five," or something like that--just as she splashed down into the two-inch lake that covered the hollow in the pavement. The bell rang twice, the car started with a jerk, there was another splash, apd a big, gray-clad figure alighted In the lake beside her. "I've got his number," the crisp voice said triumphantly. "But," gasped the girl, "but what in the world did you get off the car for?" It wasn't raining. It was doing an imitation of Niagara Falls, and the roar of it almost drowned their voices. 'What did I get off the car for!" he shouted. "Why, I wouldn't have missed it for anything. It was Im­ mense! It'^ so confounded seldom," he went on, "that you find anybody with backbone enough to stick up for a principle. . . ." He heard a brief, deep-throated laugh and pulled up short with a "What's the joke?" "I laughed," she said, "because you have been deceived." And she added quickly, "I don't believe It's quite so deep on "the sldewatk, Is It?" With that she waded away toward the curb. He followed, then led the way to a lee wall that offered, comparatively- speaking, shelter. Then, "Where's the deception?" he asked. On any other day, It's probable she'd have acted differently--would have paid some heed, though a bit con- temptously, perhaps, to the precepts of ladylike bejumhfc in which she'd been admirably grounded. Today being to­ day, she consigned ladylike considera­ tions to the inventor of them, and gave instinct its head. She laughed again as she answered his question : "The deception was tnat I pretended to do it from principle. The real reason why I shouldn't pay another fare Is that I only had one more nickel. It's only about half a mile to the station, but from there home It's ten. So you see I'd rather walk this than that." "But that's dreadful!" he cried. "Isn't there . . . Couldn't you let me . . ." ^ "Oh," she said, "It Isn't as .bad as that. It's Just one of the silly' things that happen to you sometimes, you Know. I paid my subscription to The Mnroon. . . ." She didn't laugh audibly, but Without aeelng he* face he knew she smiled, the quality of her voice enriching itself somehow. . . . "And I ate a bigger lunch than usual, and that brought Uie down to ten cents." ? "You will make a <Somplalnjtf about that, won't you?" he urged. "Even If it wasn't on principle that you refused to pay another fare? And let me buck you up in It I've his number, you know." "You deserve that, 1 suppam" Ito* said, "because you did get off the car on principle. But--well, really, unless we could prove tliat I paid my fare, they'd probably think the conductor did exactly right. Of couijse he took hold of me, but then--well, think what J[ did to him'" ^ He grumbled that this was non- senser-the man had been guilty at least Of excessive zeal--but he didn't urge her, any further, to conjplpln. "There's another car coining," he now announced, peering around the end of the wall. "You will let me pay your fare on it, won't you?" She hesitated. The rain was thin­ ning. "I would," she said, "if I honest-; Jy wouldn't rather walk. Thanks, really very, very much, though. Don't you miss it." She thrust out her hand. "Good-by!" ; "I can't pretend to think you need an escort to the elevated," he said, „ "I saw what you did to the conductor.. Then in the Doorway She Saw Him. I haven't the least doubt you could haye thrown him off the cur. 'But I'd--really like it very muth If you would let me walk along with you.H "Why," she said, "of course, Fd like it, too. Come along!" CHAPTER II. that evening, Frederica Whitney was-- about ten minutes before the hour at which she had invited guests to dinner --not quite near enough dressed to prevent a feeling that she had to hurry. Ordinurlly she didn't mind. To Frederica at thirty, the job of being a radiantly delightful object of regard I ertainty--was almost too simple a matter to bother about. But tonight she wished she'd started half an -hour earlier. Even her hus­ band discovered it. He brought In a cigarette, and stood smiling down at her with the complacent look that characterizes a marrlecf man of forty when he finds himself dressed In eve­ ning harness ten minutes before ftis tfife. She shot a glance of rueful in­ quiry at him, and asked him what time It was. "Seven twenty-two thirty-Six," he told her. She made no comment ex­ cept with her eyebrows, but he must have been looking at her, for he want­ ed to know, good-humoredly, what all the excitement was about. "You could' go down as you are and not a man here tonight would know the difference. And as for the women--well, if they have something on you for once, they'll be all the better pleased." "Don't try to be knowing and philo­ sophical, and--Havelock Ellis, Martin dear," she admonished him, pending a minute operation with an infinitesi­ mal hairpin. "It isn't your lay a bit. Just concentrate your mind on one thing, and that's being nice to Her- mione Woodruff, and on seeing that Roddy Is." He asked, "Why Rodney?" In a tone that matched hers; looked, at her, widened his eyes, said "Huh!" to him­ self and, finally, shook his head. "Nothing to It," he pronounced. She dispatched the maid with th«» key to the wall safe in her husband's room. "Why Isn't there?" she demand­ ed. "Rodney Won't look at young girls. They bore him to death. But Her- mlone can understand fully half the things' he talks about. She's got lots of tact and Skill, she's good-looking and no older than I and I'm two years younger than Roddy. She'll appreci­ ate a real husband, after having been married five years to John Woodruff. And she's rich enough, now, so that his wild-eyed way of practicing law won't matter, "All very nice and reasonable,'* he conceded, "but somehow the notion of Rodney Aldrlch trying to marry a rich widow Is one I'm not equal to.' He looked at his watch again. "By the way, didn't you say he was coming early?" She nodded. They heard, just then, faint and far away, the ring of the doorbell. "Walt a second," 1M salt "Let's see if it'a Roddy." There was no mistaking the vote* door opened--a voice with a crisp ring to it that sounded always younger than his years. What they heard the but­ ler say to him was disconcerting. "You're terribly wet, sir!" Frederica turned on her husband a look of despair. "He's walked through' that rain! Do run down and send him up to me. I can imagine how he'll look." ' , v She was mistaken about that, though. For once Frederica had over­ estimated her powers, stimulated though they were by the way she heard her husband say: "Praise heaven you can wiar my clothes. Run along upstairs'amV break yourself gently to Freddy." She heard him come squudging up the stairs and along the hall, and then In her doorway she saw him. His baggy gray tweed suit was dark with water and toned down by a liberal stipple of mud spatters. Both his side pockets had been, apparently, strained to the utmost to accommodate what looked like a bunch of pasteboard- bound notebooks, now far on the way to their original pulp, and lopped de­ spondently outward. A melancholy pool had already begun forming about hjs feet. His face, above the dis­ mal wreck, beamed good-humored, In­ nocent affection at her. It was a big-featured, strong, rosy face, and the Unmistakable intellectual power of it, which became apparent the moment he got his faculties into action* had a trick of hiding, at other time#, behind a! mere robust Simplicity. "Good gracious!" he said. "I didn't know you were going to have a party. I thought it would just be the family. So instead of dressing, I thought I'd walk. And then it came on to rain, so I took a street car--and got put off. And here I am." "Yes, here you are," said Frederica. Don't be impossible, Rod. Don't you even know whose birthday party this is?" He looked at her, frowned, then laughed. He had a great, big laugh. I thought it was one of the kids'," he said. •Well, it Isn't," she told him. "It's yours. And the people we're having were asked to meet you. And you've got just about seven minutes to get into Martin's other dress suit. I'll send Walters to lay it out." SE This bluff young man sur- hts scheming sister with smart way In which he eludes her trap to marry him off--read it in the next Install* ment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) What Happened to Frederica's P»«"||/|0LD$ THAT FIT THE FEET At twenty-seven minutes after seven Invention of Shoemaker Expert En­ ables Even the Badly Afflicted 'to Walk With Ease. Work of truly remarkable character Is being done by a shoemaker--an or­ thopedic expert--of New York, in the fitting of shoes to those who find dif­ ficulty in walking in ordinary footgear, says Popular Mechanics Magazine. For ordinary cases a series of "Inner foot molds" has been prepared. In sizes to fit various feet. These resemble or­ dinary insoles in general appearance, but the upper surfaces are uneven, having Indentations and projections that Insure a contact anatomlcully per­ fect for the soles of the feet. The edges are curved slightly upward. When molds are found In which the feet rest In comfort, supporting the weight of the body in perfect balance, these molds are worn inside shoes of a suitable size. The feet then rest on a sort of cup-shaped cushiob and are kept from pressing unevenly against hard, flat surfaces such as are found, in ordinary shoes: In footwear thus fitted, the weight of the body is equally distributed to the parts of the feet best able to sustain It, all of the foot surface being used. A normal condi­ tion for the feet Is thus made pos­ sible, and the bones, muscles and liga­ ments are permitted to move nutural- ly. Some extraordinary cases have also been successfully fitted with footwear after walking had become a burden or a seeming impossibility. -H"* Glass and Razor as Diet.; Were it not for the foot that glass and hardware have taken such leaps In prices Charles Cooper, a big col­ ored fellow of Spokane, Wash., would have the high cost of living eliminated from life's worries, says the Spokane Chronicle. Cooper was arrested for larceny and while confined in jail heard that his sweetheart had gone back on him. He thereupon smashed up a Jelly glass and ate it. The county doctor set the date for his death as the glass slowly ground Into him. But Charles only had a bad stomachache. Later he ate a hatpin, some safety pins and other pieces of metal, according to the disclosures -of the X-ray. Now he is out of jail and on his honeynfoon trip. After it seemed that Cooper h«d be­ come reconciled to a diet of bread and potatoes he suddenly became rave­ nous one day and ate a safety razor blade, broken in small pieces. The doctor told the coroner to be reudy, tfut Cooper fooled him again and was reduced once more to moat and spuds and hardtack. • Multiplicity of Rolaa. •There goes a broken-down actor." ' "Has he played many purts?* "Oh, yes. In his burnsturming days K» UM, rl.Q niah 111 'I ll H11* (jiHuur,' " i' Extraordinary Inducements Being Offered. Previous articles have dealt with the necessity of producing extra quan­ tities of foods to feed the world dur­ ing this stress of high consumption and paucity of production. Instead of the condition improving it Is growing worse, and unless drastic and Immedi­ ate action Is taken, prices will con­ tinue to climb higher. It is hoped by the Canadian government that by offering extra inducements to secure a home­ stead of 160 acres of excellent land in the homesteading areas of Western Canada, with the combined effort of the former In extraordinary preparation of tillage and bigger wages than ever, that Western Canada, with the assist­ ance of a Divine Providence, may pro­ duce a greater number of million acres of wheat than ever in the past. The farm laborer can now secure a home­ stead on easier conditions than ever before. All the time that he works for a Western Canadian farmer dur­ ing 1917, after he makes his entry or filing will count as residence on his homestead for that year, leaving him but two additional years' residence, before getting title to a piece of land that should then be easily worth $1,600. The response to this offer has been wonderful, and hundreds have air ready taken advantage of It. The climate of Western Canada Is one that breeds energy, instils life and buoyancy, and with the soil that the country possesses, no greater asset could be desired. The country is past the pioneering stage; its ability to grow all the smaller grains better than any, other portion of the continent has been proven so often that it seems a waste of time to speak of it. The high name that has been given the country in the splendid class of live stock that It raises, has placed it in the high col­ umn with the best states of the Union. And then social conditions, something that every housewife asks about, are as nearly perfect as could be wished for. Thousands of miles of telephone line connect the remotest hamlet with the principal cities of the country and continent, miles of excellent graded roads, as well as the perfect natural roads of the p/airie, make driving and hauling easy. Grldironed aS these provinces are with ' railway lines bring the farm near to Atlantic or Pa­ cific, or United States markets, rural mall delivery brings the settler still closer to the homes abroad. Rural and consolidated schools everywhere are easy adjuncts to the colleges and universities, which are said to be nmong the best on the continent. Taxation is light, and only applied on the farm land, cattle, implements, etc., on the farm being exempt. Many farmers, having realized sufficient from one crop of. wheat to pay for their entire farm holdings, have In­ stalled their own electric light and beating plants, have their automobiles and raan-y luxuries they would not have possessed on their old home' abroad. Life is comfortable and ex­ istence enjoyable in Western Canada. In no country Is there a greater per­ centage .of contented farmers, and In no part of the continent is farming easier or more profitable. Land there will produce 30 bushels of wheat to the acre, while there are many cases where the yield was higher, as high as 70 bushels. What this means to the farm laborer does not fully appear on the surface. He will get good wages, he can secure a homestead worth at the end of three years about $1 600, while working for wages he can put in residence duties, and can also look around, and find a good location. Besides the homesteading attraction Cf Western Canada, there remains the other fact that other lands can be purchased at from $15 to $30, while improved farrfts may be had at rea­ sonable figures. ' The desire to have a piece of land Of one's own is a natural instinct in the heart of every properly developed man and woman. In earlier years, on account of the great areas of land available in the United States,, tto great difficulty was experienced by any ambitious settler of that country who wished to become his own landholder, but the rapid in-, crease In population, combined with the corresponding rise In the price of land, has completely changed this con­ dition. Land, which a generation ago might be had for the homesteading. now commands prices ranging to $100 an acre and over. At such prices It is quite hopeless for the tenant farmer or the farmer's son In moderate cir­ cumstances, or the city man with lim­ ited capital, to attempt to buy a farm of his own. To pay for It becomes a life-long task, and the probability is that he will never do more than meet the interest charges. If he is serious In his desire to secure a farm home, he must look to countries where there is still abundant fertile land available at moderate cost, and where these lands are to be purchased on terms which make It possible for tlio settler with small capital to become a farm owner as the result of a few years' la- 'ior. He will also want land In a coun­ try where the practices of the people are similar to those to which he has been accustomed; a country with the same language, same religion, same general habits of living, with laws, currency, weights and measures, based on the same principles as those with which he Is familiar. He wants a country where he can buy land from $10.00 to $30.00 an acre, which will produce as big or bigger crops as those he has been accustomed to from lands at $100.00 an acre. He wants this land where social conditions will be attractive to himself and his family, and where he can look forward with confldroce to being In a few years In­ dependent, and well started on the road to financial success. All these conditions he will find In Western Canada, and nowhere else. The provinces of Alberta, Saskatche­ wan and Manitoba, commonly called "Western Canada," provide the one and only answer to the land-hungry. The land Is here; It Is the kind of the |oadlU«of if «• nearly ideal as is possible, and ttia prices and terms are such that the man of moderate capital hps an op­ portunity not available, to him etf|P where.--Advertisement. - Nicknaming R»y«jty.v 1Bdgar?" "Yes, mother--" "What are you ehthfom "Playing royalty." "Indeed." r , - "Yes. I pun a Knlght of the Ofph ter." "I see--" "And Eft win is Saturday." > { "That is an odd name fo rroyalty^! "Oh, it is just a nlckriame on count of his title." "W.hat is his title?" ^ "Night of the Bath." •: Gently cleanse your liver sluggish bowels while you sleefc " . CS#fc a 10-cent box. Sick headache, biliousness, dizsl* ness, coated tongue, foul taste and foul breath--always trace them to torpid liver; delayed, fermenting food In tha bowels or sour, gassy stomach. Poisonous matter clogged in the in­ testines, instead of being cast out of the system is re-absorbed into the blood. When this poison reaches th« delicate brain tissue it causes con­ gestion and that dull, throbbing, sick­ ening headache. Cascarets immediately cleanse the stomach, remove the sour, undigested food and foul gases, take the excess bile from the liver and carry out all the constipated waste matter poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will surely straighten you out by morning. They work while you sleep--a 10-cent box from your druggist n^eans your head clear, stomach sweet and your liver and bowels regular for months. Ad?, New Sayings Attributed to Jesus. The dean of St. Paul's preaching af St. Martins-ln-the-Fields said that in one of the recently discovered say­ ings of Jesus, found in the sands of Egypt, was the passage: "Jesus said: 'I stood in the midst of the world and In the flesh. I was seen of them and I found all men drunken and none athrlrst.'" BOSCHEE'S GERMAN SYRUP Why take ordinary cough remedies when Boschee's German 8yrup has been used for fifty-one years in all towns In the United States, Canada, Australia, and other countries, for coughs, bronchitis, colds settled in the throat, especially lung trouble. It gives the patient a good night's rest, free from coughing, with easy expec­ toration in the morning, giving nature a chance to soothe the inflamed parts, throw off the disease, helping the pa­ tient to regain his health, assisted by pure air and sunshine when possible. Trial -size 25c, and 75c family size. Sold in all towns in the United States, Canada, Australia, and other couil* tries.--Adv. . - •• The Real BOM, "Say, little boy, who. is the bom In your house?" "The boss?" "Yes, I've got something to sell, and I want to know whether to ask for ybur father or your mother." "Well, mamma Is the real boss, but papa thinks he is, so you would sa*» time* by asking for her in the begin­ ning, and if she does not want it she will say that she can't do anything without asking papa." WOMEN! IT IS MAGIC! OFT OUT ANY CORN Apply * few drops then lift terns er calluees off with flngera--no pain* Just think! You can lift off any corn or callus without pain or soreness. A Cincinnati man discov­ ered this ether compound * and named it freezone. Any druggist will sell a tiny bot­ tle of freezone, like hore shown, for very little cost. You apply a few drops «u- rectly upon a tender corn or callus. Instantly th" soreness disappears, then shortly you will find the corn or callus so loose th^t you can lift It right off. Freezone ii wonderful. It dries instantly. ic doesn't eat away the corn or cal­ lus, but shrivels it up wili*.- out even irritating Uie sur­ rounding skin. Hard, soft or corns be­ tween the toes, as well as painful calluses, lift right off. There Is no pain be­ fore or afterwards. If your druggist • hasn't freezone, tell him to order a small bottle for you from hia whole­ sale drug house.--adv. Nothing to Him. "I'm not Interested In the artistic side of money," said the low-browed person. "No?" "I'm strictly utilitarian. If a new coin had the same purchasing power a» the old one, I wouldn't care whether It was designed by a great artist or the creator of a comic strip." Electric traction lines in the United states in 1916 had an estimated gross Income of $750,000,000. Granulated Eyelids. 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