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' heart! ‘Barbara Bret.ton’s ee Ambit.ion oo CHAPTER I. A Wager. “And you’ve not seen her? My dear ‘boy, never again display such lamenta- ble ignorance, or, better, immediately eonvert ignorance into knowledge. In this case it is the latter which brings the bliss. Not seen Barbara Bretton? Ere the morning dawn, I swear you shall be numbered in the list of her adoring and despairing swains!” So spoke Milton Lennox to his friend, Travis Meredith, as the two sat together smoking fragrant cigars and sipping the ruby liquid from their glasses in the luxurious bachelor apartments of the first named. The well-bred valet had retired. Of the elegant little dinner of which they had just partaken, the only evidence remaining was the salver of hot-house fruit in the center of the table, the glittering glass and silver which had not yet been removed. The room in which they sat, dining and sitting room in one, had evidently been fitted up with a lavish hand. Scattered here, there and everywhere were articles of vertu and bijoutry one would have sup- posed better fitted to a lady’s boudoir; but in spite of all these feminine be- longings, in spite of the sybaritean at- mosphere in which Milton Lennox lived and moved and had his being, no trace of effeminacy existed in the man himself. True, the white, elegantly shaped hand, which now and again toyed with the long, silken mustache, behind which the white, even teeth glis- tened, gave no evidence of daily toil, but the dark gray eyes, lighting the handsome face, the noble head, the breadth of shoulder, were in strange contradiction to the sleepy voice, the languid grace, the seeming laziness | apparent in every movement. The man whom he addressed was younger in years by full half a score. A physiognomist would have said weakness lurked in the corners of the well-cut mouth the down upon his lip in vain endeavored to conceal. Dis- sipation had as yet failed to drive the color from the cheek, fair as a girt’s. The figure, tall and young and straight, still lacked something of its full pro- portions, and almost a biush mantled the face women called beautiful as his friend ceased speaking. “No more chaff, Miltcn. No doubt I am as susceptible as you give me credit for being, but for all that I do not fear to be put to the test. How in the name of all that’s fair am I to Jhave seen this goddess when only two days have elapsed since I set foot “once more upon my native heath?” “Two days! Two centuries, my boy, “inasmuch as in them you kad noi yet) begun to live.” “Bosh, Lennox! Don’t talk non- sense! I don’t profess to be buliet-} proof, but for all that I’ve seen pretty actresses before, and beyond a bouauct or two, with a jewel hidden in the cen- ter, I have estaped scot-free. Come, I will wager a hundred dollars I do uot even think her pretty!” “and I will wager a thousand that | in one week’s time your acts, if ‘hot | your confession, proclaim you a votary at the shrine of her beauty.” “Done! Acknowledged her fascina- | tions to be as great as you picture! them, and (by Jove, Lennox! it strikes , me you have been singed yourseif) the amount wagered will be sufficient to enable me to withstand temptation for a week, at least. After that, I pre- sume I am at liberty to place myself in bondage?” “Certainly. The bet holds good for a week only. In regard to my own hurts, you are right, but it is a burnt ehild, you know, who dreads the fire. But come; it is now after eight o'clock. My box is standing empty. Fortu- mately I have it for the season, as there is not a seat to be had in the ‘house, nor at this hour even standing oom.” With these words the two young ‘men rose from the table; but, as they turned toward the door, the younger one paused before a pictured face which smiled down on him from the wall. It was the portrait, seemingly, of a girl of eighteen summers; her large, violet eyes, fringed with long, jetty lashes, which shadowed them like a ‘veil; her nose delicate and straight; her mouth exquisitely small, with her rose-red lips half parted in a smile ever the perfect teeth. Above the low, white brow waved the Titan-tiat- ed hair, arranged in careless abandon, yet perfectly displaying the well- shaped head, set so regally upon the white, sloping shoulders. Travis Meredith stood spell-bound, rooted to the spot, his eyes devouring the picture yet failing to detect the ‘amused twinkle in those of his friend, -who at last exclaimed: be impatient, “My horses will ‘Travis. Rather a pretty face that, is dt not?” “Pretty?” he replied, turning around. “Tt is the most exquisitely beautiful face I have ever seen! I would stake my life upon that woman's purity of Who is she? I would cross the ocean to meet and know her.” “That will nct be necessary,” re- torted Milton. “She is a particular friend of mine, and your curiosity will be gratified. But come;. Barbara awaits us. After seeing her you may change your mind.” “Never, Lennox! You have lost your bet, old fellow. This picture settles that matter forever. I may be a tool —or worse, a susceptible boy, as you appear to deem me—but to win that woman’s love I would travel to the ends of the earth; aye, cast my in- heritance to the winds for one smile from those glorious eyes. But come; now I am ready for Barbara. Never will she have found a knight’s armor so invulnerable as this pictured mem- ory will have rendered mine.” And with one backward glance the young man followed his friend from the room. The curtain had but just fallen at the end of the first act of “Camille;” the echo of the enthusiastic applause, which had recalled the favorite act- ress before the curtain, had scarcely died away as the two friends entered the brilliantly lighted theater and slowly wended their way through the throng to their box. But it was not, as they had expected to find it, empty. Seated far back ‘mid the shadows, where, unseen by the audience, he could command a full view of the stage, was a man, who looked up at their entrance, and whom Mr. Lennox cordially grasped by the hand. “My friend, Doctor Hayes, Travi8— Mr. Meredith, Doctor Hayes. Glad to see you, Dick, and still more glad that you have taken possession. An empty box pays Miss Bretton a poor compli- ment.” “One which, if glances indicate any- thing,” the stranger answered, “she is not slow to resent. She has evidently been expecting you, and is at a loss to understand your tardiness.” “Nonsense, Dick! All your own mod- esty, old fellow. The rising young surgeon, Doctor Richard Hayes, would quite eclipse any absent star, if he did not pale the light of any present lumi- nary.” The man’s face flushed as he was thus addressed. It was a dark, paie face, whose keen, restless eyes be- trayed a passionate depth to his na- ture, to which his usual calm manner gave the contradiction. Looking into it, one was not sur- prised at the growing fame which at- tended him in his profession, the quick insight, the cool, calculating decision, the unflinching, skillful handling of the knife, which already made older men glad to call him into their coun- cils, and oft-times defer their judg- ment to his. But it was not a face one watched to soften at a woman's smile, or gladden at the sound of children’s voices. Somewhere in that life there had been a struggle—a fight fought, perchance a victory gained; but some- thing had been lost—something over which.a mother would have mourned, though tke world missed it not. “You forget that I am _ to-night, thanks to your courtesy, in the in- truder’s place. Doubtless Miss Bretton so considers me,” he replied, in low. musical tones, the flush dying away as he spoke, while his eyes hastily scanned the face and figure, not of the man whom he addregsed, but of the one to whom he had just been present- ed. “A beardless boy!” he muttered to himself. “Another moth to flutter round the candle. Oh, that her light should burn, even for another’s de- struction, let alone their brief dream of bliss!” “How is the queen to-night?” Lennox’s question roused him. “Regal, as she ever is. But hush! the curtain is about to rise.” CHAPTER Il. The First Impression. The clash of the orchestra ceased, the lights were lowered throughout the house; a hush of expectancy fell upon the audience, and the rising cur- tain once more exposed the stage to view. For full five minutes young Mere- dith sat quiet in the chair on which he had thrown himself, his eyes riveted on the program he held in his hand. But suddenly a voice roused him—a voice so magically sweet in its utter- ances, so magnetic in its revealings of hidden force and passion, that he list- ened spellbound. From where he sat he could not see the speaker. He had at present no wish to do so, as it would but break the spell. The possessor of that voice should be the original of the pictured face still floating in his memory. It seemed desecration that it should belong to some painted stage beauty; yet he no longer wondered at her strange power. The curtain fell; the applause burst forth; flowers rained in profusion as she was recalled before the footlights. For a moment, with the subtle mag- ic of that voice no longer sounding in his ear, Travis Meredith bent for- ward, half curious, half dreading to have the visions his mind had conjured up dispelled; but, great heaven! he grew white to the very lips, as his breath came in short, feverish gasps, and his eyes dweit on the living beauty of the woman whose portrait he had seen that night hanging on Milton Lennox’s wall. He had thought the copy all the painter could conceive of beauty; he now knew uo human hand could copy nature’s masterpiece. ‘| smile, as the wonderful eyes swept She wore a dress of white silk, her neck and arms bare, the brilliant gems flashing upon their dazzling whiteness —fit ornaments to their faultless out- lines; her hands were laden with the fragrant flowers she had stooped to gather, many of whose sisters still lay about her feet. The footlights shed their fullest rays upon the lovely face, but no rouge was needed on the rounded cheeks, or the ripe, red lips, half parted in a brilliant the house, then for one instant flashed into the box, for one instant burned their way into Travis Meredith’s soul. Then the fringed lashes curled up- ward on the rose-tinted cheeks, there was a momentary silken rustle, and only the fallen’ flowers marked the place where she had stood. And this was Barbara Bretton! Could time or eternity give him, back the half hour he had spent in the re- cesses of the box, when her peerless beauty was before him? “Well, sir, what have you to say now? Is my wager won?” broke in Lennox’s hearty tones, as a hand fell familiarly upon his shoulder. Travis looked up. A bright. flush had replaced the pallor upon his cheeks; his eyes were radiant with ex- citement; his lip quivered with the fullness of his feeling. “Help me to lose it, Lennox,” he an- swered, “and I wil! repay it tenfold. It is sacrilege for that woman to re- ceive even men’s homage—a shaft for women’s envy. How more than beau- tiful she is!” Hé spoke with a boy’s earnestness, unheeding of the young surgeon’s dark eyes fixed upon his face, with a lool of scorn which verged closely upon the stronger feeling—kate. It was a dark, sinister look—a look which might haye warned one noz to cross this man’s path. But on Milton Lennox’s brow there swept another ex- pression—a troubled, anxious look, mingled with the kindly glance ho fent on the impetuous speaker. “Don’t be too hard hit, youngster! I’d almost call the bet off to undo my share in this night’s work, As I told you before, it’s a burnt child that dreads the fire, and full well Barbara Bretton knows how to feed the flames. I should be sorry, Travis, to see you really scorched.” But for once Lennox received 20 answer. Of this woman, whom he had seen but one fleeting moment—whose eyes had met his but once only— ‘Travis could not even speak to his friend of years.. It seemed desecva- tion to as much as mention her name; and yet men breathed it lightly on their lips—discussed it as though it were their right. : Meantime, in all her radient loveli- ness, Barbara Bretton had resigned herself to the hands of her maid. “Has he come, madam?” the maid asked, respectfully, as, with skillful fingers, she made the necessary changes in her mistress’ toilette. “Yes, he has come,” Barbara an- swered abruptly, the little slippered foot impatiently beating time on the earpeted floor. There is a stranger with him—a handsome boy.” “Another conquest for madam.” “Hush, Marie! Nonsense! Who gave you permission to discuss my con- quests?” “Madam sometimes finds it neces: sary for Marie to serve her,” replies the French girl, giving a stealth-like glance into the mirror at the exquisite ‘face its depths discovered—a face which, thus closely scanned, surpassed any effort at art. “Madam—always madam!” inter- rupted the beautiful woman. “One would suppose me married, Marie, to hear so dignified a title.” “It is our custom in France, when ladies are of an uncertain age. Madam must excuse Marie.” But ere the last word had passed her lips a swift blow from the ivory- handled brush, held in the white, per- fectly molded hand, had answered her, (To Be Continued.) FIRST PUBLIC SCHOOL. It Was Established in 1639 and Was in Boston. The first public’school in America to be supported by direct taxation “upon the inhabitants of a town,” was estab- lished at Dorchester, Mass., in May, 1639. In 1639 David Thompson had settled: upon Thompson’s island, ,off the coast of the colony town, and in 1638 he gave the island to the town on the payment of twelve pence yearly rental. Having transferred the island to the town, the town council met May 20, 1639, and adopted the following order: “It is ordered the 20th day of May, 1639, that there shall be a rent of £20 a year imposed forever on Thompson’s: island, to be paid by every person that hath property in said island, according to the proportion that any such person shall from time to time enjoy and pos-+ sess there, and this toward the main- tenance of a school in Dorchester. This rent of £20 a year to be paid tol such schoolmaster as shall undertake to teach English, Latin and other tongues, also writing. The said school- master to be chosen from time to time by the freemen, and it is left to the discretion of the elders and the seven men for the time being whether maids shall be taught with the boys or not. For the levying of this £20 yearly from the particular persons who ought to pay it according to this order, it is further ordered that some man shalt be appointed by the seven men for the time being to receive this, and on re- fusal, to levy it by distress, and not finding distress, each person as so re- fuseth payment shall forfeit the land he hath in propriety in said island.” Here the first teacher was the Rev. Thomas Waterhouse. It is well to be off with the old foe before you can fight with the new. TAKEN IDENTITY AGAIN Some More of Dickey Davis’ Press Agent Matter. ‘ Richard Harding Davis, after tasting the success of a playwright, has sailed for London, where he will tempt the gods of the stage again. A number of years ago, during a first visit to Eng- land’s gloomy capital, he met a plain- looking man at a social function. The rooms were crowded, and they got into conversation without being formally | introduced. i “Great many literary lights here,” said the plain little man. ‘ “Yes,” replied Davis. “I hear that woman’s novel writer Davis is here from America. Can you point him out to me. “No,” came the reply. “I don’t see what the public wants with such books when they can get good Scotch stories.” “That’s so,” answered Davis. “They have the pleasure in reading these Scotch stories of finding persons witp are more deficient in the language even than they are.” 5 “Sir, lam a writer of Scotch stories. mH’ “I am Mr. Davis.” There were no Anglo-American con- gratulations—New York Times. Saved His Life. Whitehall, Ill, June 8th.—Mr. Lon Manley had Bright’s Disease and after his home doctor had treated him for some time he finally told him that he could do nothing more for him and that he would surely die. A friend who had heard of what Dodd’s Kidney Pills had done in cases.of Kidney Trouble advised Mr. Manley to try a treatment of thia remedy. He did so and every one was sur- prised and delighted to see an im- provement in a very short time. This improvement gradually kept on as the treatment proceeded, till now Mr, Manley is weli. He says: “The doctor said he had done all he could for me. He gave up. A friend advised me to take Dodd’s Kidney Pills and in a few weeks } was nearly all right again. “I am not dead and can truthfully say that I feel better to-day than | have for years. Dodd’s Kidney Pills are a wonderful remedy and I will always praise them and recommend them to every one suffering as I did.” Mr. Manley’s recovery has caused a profound sensation, as no one ever thought he would recover. Ambiguous. Weary—What was Raggles sayin’ about bulldogs? Willie—He said he had a strange at- traction for them, an’ they took such a bold on him.—Detroit Free Press. Stops the Gough and Works Off the Cold Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. Price25c. Passing Belief. Miss Gidday—-What did he say wher you told him I was married? Miss Speitz—Well, he seemed sur. prised. y Miss Speitz—No, but he asked ‘how it happened.”—Philadelphia Press. Longfellow and Holmes. One afternoon in the years of which I am writing I chanced to call upon Mr. Longfellow just after he had received a visit from Dr. Holmes. “What a delightful man he is!” said he. But he has left me, as he general- ly does, with a headache.” When 1 inquired the cause he replied: “The movement of his mind is so much more rapid than mine that I often find it difficult to follow him, and if I keep up the strain for a length of time a headache is the penalty.” Every one who knew the autocrat must have been impressed by this trait ascribed to him by Longfellow—the extraordinary rapidity of his mental processes. Not that he talked fast, but that his turns of thought were surprisingly bright and quick, and often made with a kind of scientific precision, agreeably in contrast with the looseness of state ment commonly characterizing those who speak volubly and think fast.—At- lantic Monthly. THAT'S THE TIME When Proper Food Is Necessary. Proper food is never more necessary than when recovering from a wasting sickness, when over-eating would be fatal, and yet the body needs nourish. ment and plenty of it. At this time the condensed food Grape-Nuts is shown to be one’s most powerful Friend. Four teaspoonfuls of Grape-Nuts and cream will sustain a healthy man for half a day, and a less quantity in warm milk will build up the convalescent wonderfully. No stomach is too weak to digest and rel- ish Grape-Nuts. “I was taken °sici with typhoid fever and every one who has had this disease knows how weak and lifeless a person feels when be- ginning to recuperate. “I had to be very careful about @y diet and could eat only very light foods. These did not seem to nour- ish me and instead of getting better every day I was just at a standstill and everyone began to fear a relapse. One day while lying in bed very much dis- couraged my sister, who was reading to me from the paper, read an article about Grape-Nuts and we decided to send for a package. “From the very first meal of Grap2- Nuis I began to improve, strength came in bounds and leaps, with «he result that I was soon out of bed; my change for the better seemed simply marvelous. My mind is clear and strong and my body sturdy. I am now entirely reccvered.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There is a reason. A dessert that helps the body, that’s the thing! Any number of them in the little receipt book in each package of Grape-Nuts. HE HAD THE MONEY. pueiieoatte {nebriated Man Satisfied Clerk He Could Buy Ship. In Washington, as in all other large cities, hotel men see some of the queer- est phases of human nature. The ex- hibitions and antics of , inebriated guests are occasionally of uncommon interest. To deal with this class often presents as tough a proposition as the boniface has to meet. As a rule, the visiting pilgrim at the capital is as “mild a mannered man as ever cut a throat or scuttled a ship,” yet now and then one proceeds to perpetrate high jinks in a way he would not perform at home in a century. A case in point was that of a well- fixed Westerner, who, with his wife and children, had a suite of fine rooms recently at one of the best hotels. The husband and father went on a spree, and his wife begged the proprietor to watch his guest, as she knew he car- tied a big sum of money about with him. He kept drinking to excess, however, and one evening walked up to the cashier and annouced his pur- pose to take his family to Norfolk by boat. “To-day’s boat has already gone,” said the employe, “and you'll have to wait over another day.” “I guess not,” quoth the inebriated one. “I’m going to-night if I have to buy a steamer. “Maybe you think I haven’t enough money to buy one, but I’ll show you differently,” and forthwith he dived down into an inside pocket and, bring- ing up a thick leather book, _pro- ceded to count out before the eyes of the astonished cashier $86,000 in big bills and New York exchange. It is needless to say he didn’t pur- chase a ship, but it took a whole lot of diplomacy to get him to a hospital, and when it came to separating him from his wealth more than one man had to join in the struggle. When he came out of the institution at the end of ten days he was thoroughly sobered and said he hadn’t the slightest re- membrance of the crazy things he tried to enact.—Washington Post. Things That Never Die. The pure, the bright, the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses of wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth; The longings after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The striving after better hopes— ‘These things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aid A brother in his need, A kindly word in grief’s dark hour That proves a friend indeed; The plea for mercy softly breathed, When justice threatens nigh; The sorrow of a contrite heart— ‘These things shall never die. The memory of a clasping hand, ‘The pressure of a kiss; And all the trifles, sweet and frail, That make up love's first bliss; If with a firm, unchanging faith, And holy trust and high, Those hands have clasped, have met— These things shall never die. those lips ‘The cruel and the bitter word, That wounded as it fell; The chilling want of sympathy We feel but never tell; The hard repulse that chills the heart, Whose hopes were bounding high, In an unfading record kept— ‘These things shall never die. Let nothing pass, for every hand Must find some work to do; Lose not a chance to waken love— Be firm and just and true. So shall light that can not fade Beam on thee from on high, And angel voices say to thee— These things shall never die. —Charles Dickens. Novel Method of Blackmail. As a personal experience an Eng- lishman offers the following: “By the grace of the czar foreigners are al- lowed to live and trade in Vladivostok; but the governor can deport any per- son or persons he thinks fit at twenty- four hours’ notice, no reason given. This power, which is absolute, has some curious results, and proves a large source of income to the gov- ernor. I was much surprised one evening at the serious effect produced by what I thought an item of mere local gossip: ‘The governor had ‘been losing heavily at cards.’ But I altered my opinion a little while after when a Russian official came into the office and remarked, in substance, if not in actual words, ‘You’re Jones & Co, Ah!’ turning to a list in his hand, ‘the governor is raising a subscrip- tion for a bust of the czar; you are down for 1,000 rubles. Pay up.’ The money was paid and promptly. But the bust has not yet arrived.” Russell Sage’s Jest. Only on ‘high occasions does Mr. Sage permit himself to jest. Ordinar- ily his habit is what the late Joseph Cook made so much of as the “soul’s laughter at itself.” But when he can get in a dig at the expense of a great nabob of the financial world he does so in the most sardonic style. His chance came last week with the departure of Mr. Morgan for Europe, which—as readers of real estate news will recall—had been preceded by the announcement that Mr. Morgan fad sold his “troublesome Park avenue flats.” Thus spake Uncle Russell: “So, Morgan has gone, hey? And he has disposed of his interests in those Park avenue flats? Well, I don’t know about the flats on Park avenue; but I’H bet you a doughnut against a double eagle that he has not parted with his interest in the flats on Wall street."—New York Mail and Express. Canine Intelligence. Pete—“De lumberyard gang had dat yellow pup well trained.” Jimmy—“Dat so?” Pete—“You bet. Why, every time ‘dey’d tie a can to his tail he’d go down to Kelly's an’ bring it back full of beer.” WESTERN GANADA’S IMMIGRATION. Rapid Settlement of the Wheat Flelds Lying North of the 49th Parailel. (From the Chicago Record-Herald.) “Canada has anticipated a very heavy immigration this year, and she now has figures to show that she is actually getting it in a way to meet all her expectations. In the first four months cf this year the doors of the Dominion opened to 40,672 persons, according to a report prepared by the committee on agriculture and coloni- zation of the Canadian parliament. This is almost twice as large as the immigration in the corresponding months last year, and fully three times as large as in 1901, the respec- tive figures being 22,482 and 13,393. “Most of these newcomers have been attracted by the wheat lands of the Northwest territories. They have moved direct to Winnipeg and they have turned that city into a great camp, in which they have been fitting themselycs out for the last stage of their adventure for new homes. “Of the immigration of this spring @ little over a third has come from Great Britain, the figure being 16,457. This is three times as large as the British immigration of the correspond- ing months of the preceding year, and it is within 2,500 of the number of immigrants that the United States at- tracted from Great Britain and Ire- land in the same period this spring. As to the remainder of the immigra- tion into Canaua 13,7. settlers came from the United States, a 50 per cent increase over the preceding year, and 10,445 from Contirental Europe, a 40 per cent increase. “These 40,672 immigrarts into Can- ada may appear trifling in compari- son with 297,070 persons who entered the United States in the same period, but they are proportionately more im- portant to the country. Canada’s pop- ulation is one-fifteenth of ours, but her immigration is now two-fifteenths as large as ours. It is worth remem- bering also that Canada’s immigrants are almost entirely Anglo-Saxon and Teutonic races, while our immigra- tion is now two-thirds made up of Romance and flav elements.” “Speculation is natural as to the future of Canada in her relations to the United States when her North- west territories are filled up, but the one absolutely certain fact of the near future is that the United States is to have a great competitor in the grain markets of the world.” The above editorial article taken from the columns of the Chicago Rec- ord-Herald of May 26th, shows the condition of the Canadian immigra- tion, which as pointed out, has had a constant growth—a marvellously in- creasing growth—for the past six or seven years, until this year, it is con- fidently ass::med the increase to Can- ada’s population, by way of immigra- tion, will exceed 100,000. This is ac- counted for by the great agricultural resources which abound there. It is no fairy tale, but the mater-of-fact experience of the tens of thousands bear ample testimony to the wealth and riches in store for all who choose to accept of the opportunities of- fered. Those who wish to learn more of the country can secure illustrated at- lases, pamphlets, etc., giving full and reliable data issued under government authority, by applying to any of the authorized agents of the Canadian government. These agents whose names appear below will quote you the exceptionally low rates that take you to the free grant lands of West- ern Canada and render you any other assistance in their power: E. T. Holmes—315 Jaciscn street, St. Paul, Minnesota. For Women on the End Seat. “This year,” observed the woman with the acrid jowls, “the End Seat Hog, I perceive is an “ess”—the End Seat Hogess—to a singularly large and modifying extent. However, I derive acute enjoyment from pushing her flat, poke-forward hat over her eyes when I board the car, and stepping on her hot, low-cut pay-tent leather shoes —that hurt her, anyhow—and in jab- bing my elbows against the cute little freckle right underneath her makeup, and in otherwise rumpling her up—I do, that!”—Washington Post. Old Sofas, Backs of Chairs, etc., can be dyed with PUTNAM FADELESS DYES. Successful Experiment. “Mabel married that awfully dissi- pated young Flutterly to reform him.” “And is she satisfied with her choice?” “T should say she is. His uncle died last week and left him half a million.” —-Cleveland Plain Dealer. anently cured. No fs sness FITS Resrisyieize of Dr, kiine's Grent Nerve eenreee or. Send for FREE 2.00 trial bottle and treatives Ok. i H, Keuse, Ltd., 981 Arch Street. Philadelphia, Pa A woman may not be able to cook your chicken, but she can cook your geose. A woman of true worth looks and acts the same in a wrapper as in a Worth creation. 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