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paras PAGE SIX Copyright by Miss Elinor Merryweather went te bed ‘Thanksgiving even i less frame of mind--at least frame of mind ‘that may graceless in a woman of Nature as Miss Merr may go, Robbin: 3 faithful maid, “and (Harriet was the cook) ‘ou, nd Matilda” (Matilda was the waitress) “may all| chiscled. ‘Now, framed'in gottest’irom-i pista) were calloxised ‘and’ stained—i! ‘0 to that patty at Jans (James was| stay, they were ‘corfitnonly ‘described! Voi * fi “1 shall not need any] 8 “so distinguished.” “Ste was of a Werkingman’s hind the gardener). to leave you alone, Miss said Robbins, and’ hesitate Merryweather well her would she bé afraid, She did not do much better to blurt out: hey do ‘say there’s burgla n fown, ma'am.” ery weil,” résponded Miss Merry- weather with unshaken calm—what- éver her faults, timidity never. “wa Knowing enough not to well sec nt time to you. ns knew when her mistress tt argument would We vain; so, discomfited, and with more than ‘one wistful glance back- ward-in the hall, she retired. Miss Merryweather began to walk up and down the room. It an at- tractive room ‘with the gleam of the paint, and the old-fash‘oned flowers onthe ‘creamy walls. These walls werd tiickly hung with water- ' skctches, and pen- and-ink and ngs which gave one an eer jarity, like faces seem in a dream; and sometimes, by some clever people Gf long memories, were traced to a favorite illustrator, being, in fact, by fampus artists, their original drawings for well-known magazines. old- fashioned e of certain chairs and tables, luxuriantly carved in dull-hued oak, or tinted in old mar- queterie. In one corner of the room a cabinct stowed all the dazzling hues of rare old china; the sumptuous gild- ing of Satsuma, the delicate forms of the soldier opulence of ape of the great Englisa A davenport in e corner, a lounge with many pillo in anoth- er, and a tea-table with its shining equipage, hinted the room to be Miss Merryweather’s own special sitting room. She never called it a boudoir, and nothing made her more indignant than {> hear the name from anyone else. “Do 1 look like a woman who would have a boudoir?” she had been known to demand, almost with fierce- ness. “A boudoir is a place where girls with sloppy hair read poetry and write) rotes on scented paper, and make poor tea that they sip with sou- venir spoons. Look at my _ spoons, they are truly apostles; and isn’t that Eve sprawling by that ridiculous river on that Capo di Monti teapot delic- jous. - Taste my tea—a friend brough‘ it to me from Tussia; did you ever taste such tea in a boudoir? I think not!” ‘Miss Merryweather’s tea was celebrated by all who were so fortu- color and -nate as to drink it; but it was not the tea-table to which the eye of a newcomer instinctively turned—it was a heavy Italian chest, the lid adorned by two curiously wrought iron han- dics, the chest itself of age-stained | oak, having divers vague and grisly traditions connecting it with the treasure of a convent'and the murder of faithful guardians by vandal rob- bers. (By a natural divagation of the mind, the chest had become Miss Merryweathcr’s safe, and contained, it was said, a bona fide iron safe where: in sho deposited the famous Meiry- weather plate, some descended from colonial ‘Merryweathers, some pre- sented by brother officers to the late Gcneral Merryweather. Also, therein sparkled the jewels of Miss Merry- weather, which would not have been despised in a large city, and were re- garded with awe in an Towa town. Mies Merryweather, though a spinster and no longer young, was fond of mag- nificence in dress, on proper 0cCa sions, In general, she wore _ simple costumes, always of black, which rec- ognized, but did not slavishly defer to — OO How About : ; Your Stomach? If Aed, Sour, Ga nd You Bloat or Feel Stuffed Up Aiter Eating Try Stuart’s Dyspepsia Tablets, The stomach may be rather slug- gish in digesting the fried eggs you eat for breakfast and tne delicious You Radicate Happiness When a Good | yerryweather just then did not think Meal Sits Well in the Stomach, croquette and salad for lunch. It is a good meal add to the indigestion. rule to follow each Stuart’s Dyspepsia T..dlet to avoid} i ze - fs a a fearless squi; in the second nlace, dyspeptic results due to eating and | the voice was so mild, THE MERRY THANKSGIVING OF BURGLAR AND PLUMBER **"" By Octave Thanet. Published by Arrangement with the Literary Digest New: Syndicate. sh On top of this-a soda confection is apt to 1) oy» with a Tas Octave Thanet. »' fash‘ion. -| satins and” velve' t as her china. In person, Mi: erryweather was tall and th ndiy| She had a’ mantua-makor that unde “You | Stood “her business. and her hair was*black, Miss; wéather’s Poman features might When she »} have seemed’ laigée,)“howéve: finely fin: Streets; especially absent-minded’ ‘and had the habit of swaying tight hand from side to dressing an invisible audience in in- audible de. She had a warn heart and a quick temper; and she had béen known to arrest ‘(with the ail of sym tinal a did not keep In pussy’s place, she petted + mo. tic St, Bernard. ‘ Whatever h grant’ her some— loved by her fello' Wwnsmen, those who knew her bi loved most strongly. She had, howeve will of her-own. ‘And: she! was who, in the language of Holy kept her pnomise to her hurt. and Wril} Thus: somimes, an impetuous temper led) 'y| her into imprudcnt declarations out of which she ‘could not always’ extract herself withcut great exercise of her wits. ‘Her latest dilemma” engrossed her tonight. ‘Having had the plamb- ing of her dwelling repaired, in aa unlucky moment there had come a quarrel with the plumbers’ union over ‘a bill. The result was that she seuc) away “evc:y man swindler of them all’—I would not be understood to en-; dorse her words—and was left with the water service of the house cut off,, and water hauled from the cisterns) But for high toilets she ha » and lace as an- ay! ia 7 \¢an s8écyon,” said “Miss Merry weathef.” All'the while she was has- \ fily donning a wrapper and slippers. |'Then ehe turned on tie lights. Me did not look like a bur: alar; there/was nothing much in’ hi | pale face except the look of recent ! stcknese. antl Hopelessness. His clothes ‘were like-any workman's, a pair of | Dlue, sotled overalls with ‘like a bils' front, amd ay pat shirt, /His hat (it was a hat, p in which artists, for known to themselves, del t the burglar, was a very battoc: felt, and ‘it was! not pulled down over his ‘black brows; it wa’ pushed back from dark, brown lo looked like a’ workman “out of a blaze. ped The burglar stood directly under ene | For | The nicest cathartic-laxative in the | world to physte your liver and bowels ; When ‘you have Dizzy. Headache, ‘Colds, Biliougness, Indigestion, or Upset, Acid. Stomach is candy-like pe ut *ltoday?” said Miss ‘Merrywéather. \the police to nab me?” a job. * His“hands, one of which held, a! | ° When Miss ‘Merrywea. upon‘iiim“one ‘nay say darted dort e-want to | ma’am,’ he repeated,:“but' ‘have somé money?” es ' | said’ Miss Merrywoather. |“ She was quite ether case%and . 4 taken’ a’ rocking chair, Why? the: man echoed bitterly. Because I. prefer to stéal to see my wife dying for'want of things’ donc for! iher and my children without shies to | then feet, and never ‘a bite amongs. us all this day, by- 1 beg your don, lady; T wasu’t meaning to sv but I’m wore out!” |” “Haven't you @ gol toe He shook his head. A’ stiff lock which’ stood up on the a wageléd’ ‘at the’ d= |- e‘him a grotesque look. He, certaifly ‘was frightful ythin. ¢ ‘Humph,”* said’ Miss Merryweath “You' sit down in that rocking chai and’ stay. thi until 1 come ap again. Don't You c back; then we'll see what we can do.” “You ain't going to teléphone’ to /. Miss Merryweather waved her ‘hand toward the wall‘ at'a teleptone. “It isn’t customary in houses of people who are not mi-lonaires to have two telephones,” she ‘said: “I am going to bring you something to and a single faucet in the garden. while friends sniffed apprehensively | whenever they entered the house, and! asked her was she not afraid of sewer gas? and her niece (wh was a daugh-/ ter to her) did not dare to bring the| baby to spend Thanksgiving, because} the child mtght catch diphtheria | through the deadly leaking pipe. | “Stuff!” said Miss - Merryweather, | who used strong expressions some-/; times, being by birth and breeding quite too great a lady to disturb he:- salf about the minor conventions; } “stuff and nonsense! There are no leaks, but I'm not going to argue, with you; I shall get a plumber and heve you come Thanksgiving,” hen, discerning a peculiar smile on the amiable features of Helen's hus- band, she added gravely: “‘He will net belong tio the union. If-I have to! wait:to hire a union plumber; I shall; wait until the pipes tumble to pieces!” But the importe] plumber who was to put the forces of organized labor. tu rout did not cme; although, such is the extraordinary working: of the fe- minine logic, he was offered as hight: wages as the. erring and grasping! urion plumbers had bo2n refused. Miss. Merryweather was sure that he had either, been: bought off or as- sassinated bythe union; she paid no heed to the theory meskly tendered by Helen’s husband, to’ wit, that, knowing ‘the man’s, habits, he had cause to ‘suspect he was simply cele- brating Thanksgiving in an ‘unholy manner, on his own account. “No, paor fellow,” she murmured} “mest likely he’ is lying dead in some alleyway with all his ribs broken?} They do stich things.” Therefore it was with a gloomy soul she beheld the night before Thanksgiving. “I never was so little thankful in my life,” she’ murmured, “and I was so bent on having that plumbing done in time for Helen, and show that Vance that T arta’ match-fot the plumbers’ union, if Tam a ‘lone woman.” ‘Miss Merry: weather was not tied to be beaten; it galled. She had mailed letters to different plumbers asking for bids by telegraph; but, péor as she might, she could not. seo a loophole of escape for her this time. She went to hed early, but for-a long while she ¢otild not sleep; she thought of the plumbers’ union and of her own defeat, and raged anew. is ‘And wheh, at last, she was just slipping off into the shadows of peace, she heard the softest of footfalls. Surely she had’ closed the door on Diogenes, the dog! ‘Hadn't she clos- ed the door? Her mind drove her ! backward over that. hasty journey | through the roonis downstairs, Diog- |enes had-a mat in the laundry and ‘range of the kitchen; she certainly had closed one of the kitchen doors.; ‘Hadn't she closed the kitchen door; (upstairs? She had—at least she had seen that the door to the cellar was ‘fast, and she thought she had bolted! | the door upstairs—how did people! jever feel certain about anything/ ‘encugh to swear that it happened?! The footsteps wore nearer, in the sit- tingnoom which adjoined the cham- ‘ber. Her first thought was for the \ sefety of the tea-table with its prec- i jous freight; she. was sure? if she | called to the, dog kindly, he would be- ‘gin wagging his tail, that tremendous i brush which, with one sweep, might ‘hurl her idols into irremedjable, ; Smashing, crashing ruin! z Sternness was: the only chance! + “Down charge, Di!” she commanied. | “Bad dog! Dpwn!” A particularly mild voice answered | (her: “It ain't a dog, miss; it’s a ‘ man!” | “A man?” repeated Miss Merry- | weather. “Well!” Of course it was not well: but Mis: (of the nicer meanings of words.. “Yes. ma'am,” the voice repeated; “den't be alarmed; I'm a man, a bur- ‘glar! ‘| "Miss Merryweather showed no signs long shriek of remonstrance. of alarm; in the first place, she hadl eat.” OT EN ' “EF won't touch a thing, — lady,” Le ‘promised. thé ‘burglar; ‘‘l've ‘been druy to this, I turiy have.” Miss Merryweather encouraged him by a nod; and departed, lightea candle ia hand. ‘ ‘ Never, it seemed to her, had she heard so many’ sinister notses as pricked her ears while her candle flitted from pantry to sideboard, | the royalty-loving newspapers of Eur- Boards creaked under her tread as /OPC queens are always beautiful, they never creaked in the daytime, | Whereas in fact‘most of them I have ‘and every door she touched sent up a|8een over here are very plain pet: sonages with some ‘very dowdy clothes, eh But Queen Marie isn’t in that cate- her bead, She carried a revolver in Ware She z really spt to s4o08 bya In fact it is‘a sort of traditional piec> Her namie Htc ae ele) ou the tray: of luck for Rumania-that most of the “He seems like a decent sort of sub- merged ‘unfortunate’—thus ran her |Uecns of that country and’ most.of the princesses ard. vory pretty. meditations’ while she provided the | s tray—“but he may be wicked, and | Ti Covel ot pena ase ma tun after me downstairs. If he does, | \../ tt, ° . Shiva,” vat Divand the gun will have to hurt him.” | Bcwinte BS Cees He was leaning back in his chair, pa me fe beatity of yvaaes alae his “pistol still in one limp hand, his q ‘of iEnlatid: y, isvan tf lish head’ jaid back, showing his miserably | ne A Simer. father was Dee: ‘ot thin. neck; and the white glare full Taitnureh, so that she is, a. .grand- on tie‘haggard pallor of his face. daughter of: Queen sVictoria, a nieze of His eye brightened at the sight of | King Edward ahd’# cousin’ of King the -tray. | Miss./Merryweather, :nak- 'Georgé. (She was born in 1875 and ing ‘no comment, lighted the lamp it thea whioh ‘she was’ 18: under the silver chafing’ dish; and, 8s |“ Fair-haired: with blue-gray eyes and it*buriiéd, she buttered the slices of |* D ‘ ote) bread: aid placed ‘beef between them: ‘“T am‘afraid the beef is a little un derdone for your tasté,” observed she kitidly, “arid I hope you don’t care for c mustard, ‘for I forgot it; but I've put ‘have’come hatiral tp you to rob.” on salt and pepper, and they were the | The burglar acknowledged the sally best done pieces I could find. The by a faint ‘smile. We ain't so bad soup will’be warm in a minute. Now: as they: make’ us., Out? ,, Well, hard you urink this glass*of wine.” ‘titmes‘came and work’ fell off, and the ‘The man drank it, keeping his eyes union wouldn't let us‘ ‘work’ below - PRINCESS (By. Milton Bronner) London, \Nov, .22—Some time in De- cember. Amzica may be visited by one’ of the most beautiful women in Europe—Queen ,Marie Alexandra Vic- ‘toria of Rumania. In story books for children and in But Diogenes slept calmly in the laundry. Miss Merryweather shook truth. I was working in Chicago. I belonged: to, the. junior: plumbers——” “Oh, it you Were a)plumber, it must | on her. Then he laid the pistol on wages, so I left the ‘union, fact is. I the table. “f ain't going: to use it,” coutdn’t keép*up my dtes-——” he’ said. “Do you: mean ‘ to tell. me,” cried ‘Much better not,” returned Miss Miss Merryweather, gnringing from Merryweather. “The truth is, I lave her/ chair §n_ strong agitation—‘do long liad a curiosity to see a ‘burg- you mean to tell me.you are not a lat, and [-rather have planned things union. man? Don’t think of burgling that way; but I didn’t expect he would me! —I can give you'/a great deal be''so ‘decent as you seem. How do better: job, and I will* advance you you like that wine?. It’s old Jacques mone on its. too.*uThis house is port.” ‘The burglar looked rather be- only about half plumbed; if you will wildered, but answered that it was the teke hold and get this.plumbisg done ‘pest wine he had ever* tasted. - He py six o'clock tomofrow, I'll pay you added, ingenuously, that he had “not: well! And you shall have two men ‘ th#ted much wine.” BY to, help you who areii’t plumbers, hut “You are not at all like a profes- have some sense. And a boy to run to sional burglar,” remarked the lady, thes! to get the tools. Are .you'a who had now come to ladling out gcod plumber?” the steaming soup; “I think you must ~ “Yes'm, I’ was; but, You Jee, 1 be’ an amateur.” went to Pullman and worked there , “T- never’ touched a thing that till the strike came.. I didn’t strike; | wasn’t! my: own before, lady, so help put I joined the A. R. U. afterwards, the—!” : z so as to get the relief... The strike *“Well:’ you haven’t.. touched: any-.i2s.ed so long I used: up all my sav- thing YET, now,” interrupted. Miss {hgs;°and then I didn’t git back, after Merryweather, who had a mania for all. So I’m \.ttle out of practice. But acéuracy. ‘She coritinued; “I sup- { guess 1. can satisfy.you. [ll try pose you are putting that sandwich hard.” ; 1 tito your pocket for Your family—' “You shall have a’ chance, any- don’t do it! I'll make you up a bas- how. ‘So you went to Pullman; and ket for them, Tell me what has why didn’t you.get back there when ! brought, you, such a decent man, to the strike ended?” , this pass?” “They didn’t take all >the men! ‘The man smeared ‘his eyes with ma'am; and I-heard of a job in Chi- hig hand before he began. “I never cago, 86 I moved there; and | got it, geen a lady like you,” he said; I'm sure enough, but it only: lasted a lit- just going to tell you the honest tle while; and then. Iwrote to the) : new factory they. was starting here, the glucose works, and I got a job, but the first week I\come down with typhoid fever, and I worked with the ‘fever'on me; and J did:take whiskey to kinder hold me upi-for Iwas wild to think of loging: my: job; but 1 wasn’t ( jdrunk, thcugh somebody said so. So IT lost it, another feller. got it—well, | I guess he needed it;had, tov, But | that’s how it was. F/went home and. 5 * was ‘sick’ awful bad.for. six. weeks; i and Wheht J: got? up again there was nothing I could get;:and the baby of coughing ee. bt Ny Dont nm come just them, God: forgive it! And. I-guess ‘he knowed -he. Was none too welcome, for he’s been hollering ever since. Doctor says: hé heeds some kinder food, Nestling food, or some sich name, and I want him: to git it, ‘for I someway dog’t jest want him Te violent paroxysms goon: eased by Dr, King’s New Discovery. Fifty years @ standard remedy for colds. Children tike it. + “No harmful drugs. All druggists, 0c. so almost drinking. Should the stomach sour,’ spotogetic, that, it aroused her sens? with water-brash, bilivusuess, and the: o¢ pumor. : peculiar gassiness due ‘o indigestion, | these tablets bring relief ecause they) qt a yniganee than the dog would b supply the alkaline effect to the stom: ach and thus offset the xcidity of such dyspeptic conditions. “I don’t know but that you are les: =, she said. “You stay right where you jare, and T will turn on the electric + lHghts. Don’t move, or you'll hit some- It is well to kriow :his and not deny! thine!” yourself the pleasures of the good! things to eat and drink through feu! “All right, ma’am,” said~ the bur- T/ glar;” only no pulling out a pop, you of indigestion. | You will find Stuart's! know, and firing it off at me in the Dyspepsia Tablets on saic in all drug| dark, hit or miss.” stores at 60 cents a box. “Certainly not; at least, not unt to die: if hé is mean! :Then I wanted jto git my woman things;” she’s an awful nice woman, I'll say that, and jabout ail we've got she’s,earned wash- ling. I have been’ ont’a Week walking about a hundred: miles,“ guess, hbeg- Dr. King’s | New Disco For Colds and Cou; Make Normal. Nature's. ‘ging for a job éverywhere I heard | way.is.the way of Dr. 's Pille— |Jobs were to be had; but you see we | gently and firmly regul. ‘were strangers, and there ain't eliminating the intestine ’ logging ‘enough work to go round ‘mong the | waste. druggists, At all ‘old men. Today, as T.went back from seen all the turkeys in the winders, PR ee ee aroma ‘for tomorrow, and looked at the rich | \wild, I guess. I never had gredged | \wiliing to work hard; and not ‘to lis all alone by her self, and I can git a democratic manner, she is belovot| all over her adopted country for her charity, When Rumania number of years ago, had a chol plague, she was foremost in the labor of providing hospitals. Whe her country. went in- to;the great, war and was almost wiped out*by the German hoste, she worked night and day as a Red‘ Cross nurse. As such she came in contact | with thousands of the soldier sons of the nation. . Whenover she comes to © London, she usually slips out of the kingly palace of her cousins and goes shiop- ping in Bord street, just like any oth- er imearied woman and ,a bunch of| ‘Her mission in America will _be/ mainly to interes! Cross and other charitable work in| Rumania. t means recovered from the tragedy of) the war and the powers that be want outside help. Her traveling compan-; ion will bé the: Princess Tena, one of; her younger children, who bids fair to| be the beauty of the family.” The Rumanian embassy here tells me there is only one point that makes | them doubtful ‘atjut the date of the queen’s visit to America ‘being De- king and, queen have not \yet “been ercwhed’ and this ceremony. may not take. ‘place until next fall. In that event the que»: may postpone her; visit until next year. yey i folks that don’t loye their families. 3 | mite better’n I love mine, I got kinder |; rich folks their money before. “I was have ‘very much; but now. it seems as if there wasn’t an inch of room for me‘and my’ family-on this earth. We'd: pawned’ every coulld pawn, and there we. was—a- starving!” “But, goodness. gracious!” ex- claimed Miss Merryweather, who had with difficulty refrained from inter- rupting him before, “why didn’t, you go to the Associated Charities or to the Industrial Aid?” “You see, lady, we ain't used to being poor; we didn’t know. about them places. Lady I tell you, it ain't | ‘the’ poverty poor that gits squeezed the hardest when there’s hard times} bless: you, no! They're used to lean: in’ on other folks, and they just lop over a leetle heavier; but it’s the de- cent folks that-never knew the way to the poor overseer’s office before or even to the pawnshop, that-catch it. They suffer and don’t hofler about it.” “T) gee,” said. Miss Merryweather; “go on!” “There ain’t much more,” said the man, véry neatly folding the napkin. “I told my wife I had a job and would have the money for a turkey tomor- row; not to fret, I'd git some ad- vanced. I went straight out, mean- ing to enter somebody’s house and git enoygh' to buy a Thanksgiving dinner. I prowled about for a, long time, first deciding on one house and then on another. By and by the folks in your: kitchen going out, and the light upstairs; and, says I, ‘that lady some money easy.’ So I come.” “But how did ‘you get in? windows are barred downstairs—" “Yes'm; they look like good win- ders. But I come in by the :door— the kitchen door, I. reasoned like the girls would have some _ place where they hid the kitchen key, and I could hunt it up.’ Most) likely ‘ft STOP DISEASI Coughs,colds,epasmodiccrot whooping cough, la grippe aga bronchial cough should ein i diate treatment, or more dengerous i. ness may result. Don’tdelay. mop Folcy’s Honey and Tar undisputedly the best known end mi successful cough medicine on the markets It's wholesome and j remedy known. Jobh Vornno, Elberton, Ge., writes thie tell wnat severeeold cae ope |to have spru! \the’ ingtarte Will Seek Aid — \hix hands drop; Yankees in Red /away?” chied Miss Merryweather. The country has by no {deprecated the. burglar, cember;-for various state. reasona the downstairs would work ‘splendid; we! ' in try going down.’ But these heré’ galvanic. batteries. are mighty unre- | weather gathering, dined Table, Neyer mind, 1 kin fix 4t all “Do, revolver, last thing we | ” Qne or two tonight will i 5 ; {would be under the door-mat Th: iwhere it was, too.” } “Whey shalt’ have a latch-key, every \ohe’ of them; of course: you got in. ‘\But didn’t you wake the dog?” \ “No, mp/am} he siept jest like the dead. Them big dogs is jest like men |apout sleeping, they sleep so sound.” | “But’ when ‘you came up the stairs |what did yon do about the mat at the toot of the stairs? The lights ought ‘up and the bells rung, mr foot touched the mat!” eg ‘ “Wty, you see, lady,” said the burg- lar apologetieally—he seemed to fear jlest shé should be hurt by the failure of her carefully planned burgtar traps —-“you see; I Raturally struck a match ow and ‘then, to see my way, and hen, T come on thet plain. common it: in that beautiful hall with the handsome rugs about, I knowed iteto he a bitgiar mat, so I jest steppe over it. : l've:np doubt all the things would have happened if I had stepped jon-it right.” ‘I, don’t: know,” sald: Miss Merry- weather, gloomily; “maybe the plumb- ers got it out-of order. But, come here,open::that: chest!” She pointed to the nui’s chest against the wall, and the burglar ‘obediently. laid his pistot down to do her bidding. An inner chest of iron was disclosed, having tWo projecting handies. “Lift the cover,” commanded Miss Merryweather, A smile of grim expectation parted her firm Nps; row approached her triumph. The burglar laid his hands on the knobs and pensively nodded his head, screwing up h's mouth like a man récogniziiig a fami tar flavor. “Yes'm,” said he; “galvanic battery, ain’t it? Kinder prickiy!”’ “Pll weaker the current.” said Miss Merryweather; “you must be a perfect Spaftan not to call out.” “Well, you see, I ruther suspicioned it was,” the burglar replied letting “How can you get Your hands “Hain’t you weakened the current?” “Pshaw, I} hought you had, or I wouldn't ‘ aken them down. I’m real sorr; ‘Miss Merryweather laughed. “Ev- rything {3 a failure,” ‘said she. ‘You ought to be held a prisoner, with our shoulders: hunched up. It’s all Cx.) % “Oh, no, it ain't, ma’am,” the burg— ar tried fo teassure her. “I ain't © manner of doubt that. them mats Gonstipated Bowels, Sick Headache, ' Sour Stomach, Bilioys Liver . empty, your bowels completely morning, and you will feel splendid. ‘They work while you sleep.” Cas- carets never stir you up or gripe like , Snits, Pills, Calomel, or ON and they cost only ten cents a box. Children | tove Cascarets too. \sake come downstairs and let me give | You that basket and get you off before the servants conie.” Miss Merryweather had very much thé sensations of a burglar in her oWn house, as ‘she despoiled the’ larder, the friendly burglar holding the can- jdle. They hurried at’ every glimpse of the clock, they trembled at al the creakings of the floor. _ “Robbing never did stay out be- fore later than twelve or one; it’s a quar—Great heavens” Miss Merry- weather jumped. Suddenly she was bathed in a flood of light, and bells seemed to be finging all over the house. “I guess the mats is straight goods,” sald the burglar; you ‘trod on it by mistake, ma’am. Say, what's that? They''e hollering in the yard. ‘I'll ty this door—” “No: you will not,” said Miss Mertyweather, all herself again; “you will stay where you are, while Jopea the door.” She was at the hall door before shc ended, calling-loudly-to the shrieking: maids, who ‘came in, timidly” (except Robbins) in the rear of two men, who were none’ too valorous. “Nothing is tho matter,’ said Miss Merryweather; “ stepped on the.mat myself. I've engaged a plumber, and he is té work all night, and the plumbing will be done by tomorrow afternoon. if you need thos’ extra tools, you bet- ter'go home and get ‘them tow’ turning upon, the bewildered “burglar —“and you don’t ne t_candlé any more, put it down. n't forget the basket.” “No, ma’am, thank you, ma’am” the burglar responded méekly, “and I'll be back—” “AS soon as. you can; there’s no time to lose,” said Miss Merryweath- er. ‘He fs a good plumber,” she an- nounced calmly to hor dazed domes- tle staff, “and I was lucky to get him, I have sent a basket of things to his family. Get him a good breakfast to- morrow morning; and f hope we shal! have a Thanksgiving after all. I ; shan‘t forget how good you all are in these emérgencics.” The household knew. too well Miss Merryweather’s gene-osity, for thesc special efforts, to-be unhappy; but Robbins summed up the general mix- tore ‘of disapprobation and’ admira- tion. She said: ‘Did you ever see the'like! I believe Miss Elinor would gét her will if she had to tear the wotld up: by the roots!” The plumbing was done, and well |dohe, by four of the next ‘afternoon. right tor you... I'm glad I. came, hay am,” said i Merryweather- you think something Is the mat- too?” displaying her It'was’a-big revelver of glossy, ir- ridescent black, hot a feminine frip- ter with this, pery about it—no pearl, no afiver; a revolver that meant business and showed its intentione, honorably. ‘No! it's’ all right,” said the burg- dmitingly, “you could’’a’ plugged ‘sure.’ ‘ : “Unless you shot me first.” “Humph!- that would ‘a’ been diffi- cult, “seein” “mine “Ain't loaded and there's Bomething the matter with the' trigger so It.can’t go off, else it would’ "’a’ heen in the pawnshop Well” sighed Miss Merryweather, “{t’'g a mercy you triéd to burgle me Sludeléts thing, instead : of Now, for goodness SUPINE Eds “Pape's Cold Compound” Don’t stay stuffed-up! Quit blowing and ‘snuffling! A dose of “Pape’s Cold Compound” taken every two hours until three doses are taken usually breaks up a cold and ends all grippe misery. ‘The first dose opens clogged-up nos- trils and afr passages of head; stops orders early so as to our samples. - and remembered how. there wasn't a bite in our house. for.’ today nor 1 “(WON'T GRIPE = shoe factory ’croay’the river, and ° ’ | Phone 32. - Engraved Holiday Greeting Cards eee ee) We Gould’ suggest that. you plese your “as the Holidays approach. Bismarck Tribune Co. Th burgiar's family, as the Merry- late that Thanksgiving. I cannot’ find any good moral in this table unless it be, contaiged in Miss. Metryweather’s own subsequent réficctions. “Now, areh't the ways of providence queer? Here's my burglar got a good plumber shop and lots ci custom; simply by an unsuccossful at- tempt ti rob, But then, it is a mer- citi thing that, as our’best inten- tions are liabfe to britig harm and mitefortune, so our bad ones run off the track sometimes, too. And, anyhow, it wasn’t becauwe he was a burglar he was so lucky, but becausc he was such a remarkably. gentle and pro- pitiating burglar! If ‘he hadn't. been. T should ‘have had to shoot him or ‘sic’ Diogenes on him. I hope it will be a lesson to, us both that it is far better to rule by love than fear, and kint wotds can never die, and all that kind of thing! And certainly a mercy 19 me that I feel truly thankful for: I don't know how I could Have beaten the plumbers without fim!" ( ~ is Quickest’ Relief Known nose running; relieves headache, dullness, “feverishness, sneezing. “Pape’s Cold Compound” ‘is the quickest, surest relief known and costs only a few cents at drug stores. It “acts without assistance.’ Tastes nice. ©ontains no quinine. Insist upon ‘Pape’s. © avoid the usual rush Call and inspect. Bismarck, N. D. It works perfectly. Harriet, } WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 23