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'Her Right j toVote Ry Marian Gordon Assoclated opyright, 112, :L‘) Literary “I hope you appreciate your privi- Seges in this respect,” boomed Miss Millent’s deep voice. Little Mrs. Cabot drew her face in- %o proper solemnity to meet the coun- i tgnance of her guest. ! “Indeed I do, Miss Millent,” she sald earnestly. “I told my husband last night that I should certainly ex- ert my privilege as a voter and cast & ballot at the school board election tomorrow.” “And what did Mr. Cabot say to that?” asked Miss Millent aggres- sively. Mrs. Cabot blushed warmly. “He didn’t say anything,” she admitted; *“he just smiled—well, you know the way men smile when & woman at- tempts anything out of her sphere—" “Pardon me, Mrs. Cabot, but I take exception to that phrase! Enjoy- ment of the suffrage is entirely with- fn woman's sphere, as you call ft, and especially in the election of a school board, should a woman come prominently to the front and declare Rer sentiments.” “Of course you are right, Miss Mil- lent,” fluttered Mrs. Cabot. “I told Mr. Cabot that I should consider it my duty to vote upon the school mat- ter for the sake of the baby if moth- ing else. He will be growing up very soon and the question of his educa- tion must be discussed.” “You must vote for the sake of the eause,” Insisted Miss Millent in a displeased tone. “Well, If it wasn't for the children there wouldn't be any cause—they are future citizens,” protested Mrs. Cabot. Miss Millent waved this argument aside and arose to her tall height. “I can count on you to vote for Mrs. Ely?” she asked, “Of course!" assured Nelly Cabot shocked voice. “Belle Ely mar- ried my cousin, you know.” Miss Millent cast a baffled look at the rosy little woman in the doorway and her farewell was frigid indeed. “Dick,” said Mrs. Cabot to her hus- band that evening, “Hannah Millent was here today and reminded me “| can count on you to vote for Mrs. Ely? that I must vote on the school board tomorrow night. “Going?” asked Dick laconically. “If you will stay home with baby.” | “Sure I'll do that—only get home in time for me to go down and cast my ballot. Suppose you're going to vote for Belle Ely.” “Of course! She married Jim, you know."” Dick Cabot threw back his head and laughed. “You can laugh, Dick, if you want to. I suppose my attempts to take my prop—proper pl—place in the w—world of men and women of af— fairs looks rid—ridiculous in your importance!” quavered Nelly with tears in her eyes. Her husband arose and came around the table to wipe the tears away with his dinner napkin. “Honey girl,” he said soberly, “it makes me downright mad whenever you mention Hannah Mille: B! “Why, 3“1 I know she’s plain—" “It s her looks, Nelly—she's good looking enough for some man to break his heart over!” “What man?" asked Nelly so quick- 1y that her husband laughed gleefully and went back to his seat, “It's strictest confidence, Nelly, and | I would not tell you if I didn't think you might help him out.” “Who is it?” repeated Nelly. “Arnold Russell.” “Your bookkeeper—why, I thought he was a confirmed old bachelor!” “If he is Hannah is responsible for | it. He's never looked at a woman | since she turned him down.” “Why, Mr. Russell would have made a perfectly lovely husband, he is so | kind and seems so fond of a home. 1 always feel sorry for him. I won- der why Hannah did it?” i “Told him she was going to devote her life to the cause of woman— | downtrodden woman, I believe she | called it. Arnold told me the other i day” Ie “May I do what I can?” asked Nelly with shining eyes. “Of course.” “Then ask Mr. Russell to dinner to- mmorrow night.” “Good—T'll do it.” oon Mrs. Cabot »t Ly telephone. Daily Thought. | Gentleness and cheerfultess, these e before all morality; they are perfect duties—R. L. 8 Marvelous Activities. A diner in a restaurant thought he would have a joke with the waiter, and asked him if he had ever seen a saus- “Of course you are going to the board meeting, Miss Millent?” she asked. “Certainly,” came Hannah’s clear, crisp tones. “I hope we shall see you there before 7 o'clock.” “Oh, yes, I wanted to ask if you wouldn't please stop for me on your way to the hall.” Mrs. Cabot winked at the reflection of her wicked eyes in the nickeled mouthpiece. “With pleasure,” returned Hannah heartily, and the conversation ended with Nelly Cabot dancing a little jig, to the great astonishment of the wide- eyed baby. “I do hope she puts on something frilly and pretty tonight” thought Nelly as she waited for the sound of the bell that should announce Miss Millent's arrival. Mr. Cabot had been instructed to answer the door and to show Miss Millent into the library to wait for Nelly, who was supposed to be fin- ishing her tollet upstairs. Sitting in the library, enjoying the quite home- like atmosphere with a wistful con- tent that was really touching, was Arnold Russell, turning the pages of & book. “As soon as you show her into the library, Dick, go right into the par- lor and start the player piano. I've put the right roll in—the intermezzo from ‘Cavalleria,’ you know. If they don't make it up I'll never believe another word I read in the papers; 80 there!” “Ah, there's the bell!” cried Dick. Nelly listened in breathless sus-; pense. She heard her husband admit ' Hannah and she saw with delight | that Miss Millent was attired in & charming frock of pale gray with a foam of white lace at the throat and a large hat, of which, however, Nelly could only view the crown. She heard them enter the library, heard a murmur of surprised voice heard Dick’'s step pass into the p: lor, and then came the soft beginning of the intermezzo, “Oh, 1 hope it works!"” Nelly had read in her favorite news- paper—on the woman’s page—that a sure cure to reunite estranged lovers | was to seat them together in a theater | and permit them to listen to the or-| chestra while it rendered the beautiful | composition. Dick played it through and then, Nelly could have hugged him for it, | he played De Koven's “Oh, Promise ' | | In the Grip of Fear By HAROLD CARTER (Copyright, 1k by W. G, Ohapmaa) “Tomorrow!” said Cynthia softly. “Tomorrow!” Charley Askew swung round in his chair and faced his wife decisively. “Cynthia, dear, I don’t want you to do it,” he said. “Not once more, dearest? For the last time before we are free?” “Oh .Cynthia,” he cried, “if you knew ‘what it means to me. I sit here every night like a timid woman until the time comes to go round to the circus entrance for you. Even one night more will drive me mad, Cynthia.” “But you must bear up one night more, for both our sakes, dearest,” his young wife answered. Three weeks before Charles Askew, 8 young clerk in a broker’s office, saw no future before him. On twenty dol- lars a week, which might perhaps rise to gtmy by the time he was a middle- aged man, he was trying to support Cynthia, whom he had married six months before. They boarded—and how they hated the boarding-house! How they longed for that home which always eluded them, phantomlike, even with the possibility of installment fur- niture, simply because it was impos- sible to get the bare monthly rent | ahead. They had married for love, and love was all—except the twenty dol- lars a week—that they had to live on. | However, they forgot their troubles in their mutual love until Cynthia de- wveloped signs of lung trouble. It was not as yet serious—it would never be- | come serious, and would probably be- come perfectly well if he could take his wife West. But that was totally out of the question. ‘They had dreamed all their lives of At first he positively refused to: sanction it. It was only after a ter-: rible scene, 'in which Cynthia lied brazenly about the work she was to ' do, that her husband consented. And | that was because he knew that if they couldn’t earn this money it meant that | Cynthia must die of the lung trouble | that was becoming obvious. ' ‘Three nights passed, during 'Mch‘ period Charley thought his wife was simply a passenger in a racing auto- | mobile. On the fourth he went to the circus and discovered the truth. Then | there was another scene. He even ‘went to the manager, but that worthy showed him the agreement and laughed in his face. | “No money till Saturday,” he said. . “If she don't stay out the week she don’t get a penny.” Cynthia stayed out that week, and another, and most of the third. This was the last night, the last Saturday, and Charley had pleaded with her to let the week’s salary go and be con- tent with the six hundred. But three hundred dollars seemed a stiff price to pay for a single night, and at last he sullenly acquiesced. But when Cynthia had gone he sat in their room overwhelmed with the fears that would insist in creeping upon him, numbing his brain and paralyzing his courage. The last night! Reason told him that no harm could come to her, and i yet in his mind’s eye was a picture of that awful leap of the heavy automo- bile through space. He saw Cynthia upside down, strapped helpless, the automobile missing the track and hurl- ing its tons of metal through the air, | pinning Cynthia beneath the wreck- age. She would have no chance at all; | she would never even know that she had died. The sweat dripped from his bmw.' He remembered their happy life to- | gether. On Monday they had planned to start for the West with their nine hundred dollars. He had already re- signed his position. Now it was unbearable. The fearful premonition would not down; it grew and grew until it be- came certainty. At last he flung on his hat and ran down the stairs, out into the street, and toward the circus entrance. Something had seemed to snap in his heart, and he was sure now that Cynthia was dead. He tore, panting, along the street, reached the side door ;. ing a splendid constitution. | was no nine-hour rule at the Davis Me.” | & little farm. Both were city bred; Then he came upstairs. | both longed for the country life as one “I started to go into the library, but ' in which they could find their high- —hang it all, I think Hannah was | est ideal come true. And if only they crying and—" “It's all right, then,” declared Nelly contentedly. “I don’t belleve she’ll ) care to go to the meeting.” I | " “Bet she does and takes Arnold ”f I ‘ I along, too! Hannah Millent isn’t the il I el i sort that changes all her opinions at [l I“"r J il ‘U (I one time. I don’t object to a woman’s | [l l ‘Nllu“ | !; exercising her privileges—so long as | I g ’ | — she attends to her husband flrn!,”l k= grinned Mr. Cabot. “And suppose she has no husband ?” | “Then she ought to consult you and 1 get one—just as Hannah has done,” ! he declared. i Never Again! 11:05 A. M.—*“Hello, is dis der brew- ery?” “No, this {8 the Y. W. C. A.” “Oh, oxcuse me, please, lady.” 11:06 A. M.—“Hello, John, is dis you?” | “No, you've made a mistake, guess.” “Who is dis, please?” “This is the Y. W. C. A.” | “Lady, I beg your pardon; I was 1 | calling der brewery.” | 11:07.—"Hello, John, haf I got you, | at last?” “Who is It you want, please?” “I vant der brewery. Isn't dis der brewery?’ “No, sir, this is the Y. W. C. A" “Vell, vat is der matter mit dot cen- tral, anyvay? I am sorry I disturb you, lady.” 11:08.—“Hello, John, vy do you haf . a number like der Vy. W. C. A. any- way? Effry time I call you I get a Christian lady, und ve are getting 80| =l ,l‘fl@«“‘( N 7 | “My Wife!” Gasped Charley. could raise seven hundred dollars they ! saw their way clear. Seven hundred? They might as well have cried for sev- enty thousand. Then Cynthia had done a daring | thing. She had seen an advertisement for a young woman of courage—Cyn- vel acvainted like old friends already.” “You've got the wrong number, sir. This is the Young Women's Christian | Association.” “Ach! ain’t it a shame! Lady, it you forgif me dis time I vill neffer try to get agaln my friend at der brew- ery on der phone. I vill write him & letter.”—Newark News. The Editor at the Circus. By the way, the editor attended the circus last week. And in the hippodrome races there were cowboys, cowgirls, Mexicans, Texicans, mossbacks and Cossacks. Also there were Orlental riders. There were dashing fellows from the Steppes, high steppers from Dashland. One bunch of reckless riders impressed us. “Golly,” we exclaimed, “those fel- lows are just the cheese!” “Of course,” agreed our “Those are the Kurds.” And as the fellow says in “The ‘Witching Hour,” “Could he think of a sweeter whey?”"—Cleveland Plain Dealer. guide. Good Taste, for Example. Good taste is the finest flower of the times in which it grows, Only a few years ago some of us thought brutal, atrocious, aye, cruel, horse- funny, calling it “practical” And now today we still have me who think a cat or n fight the height of joy It takes fine times and finest peoples to make good taste. Good taste is a true good understand- ing of due limits in speech, acts and manners. Where good taste is used by men in influence and authority it prevents many scandalous and silly doings. Daily Thought. Let us wipe out the past, trust In the future—and rejoice in the glorious Now. Now, Jasper! “There is one thing that has al- ways refused to ©oze through my noodle,” remarked Jasper Knox, the age roll. “Say,” said the waiter, “T bave not only seen a sausage roll, but I have seen a biscuit box, a teble $poon, a chimney swecp, a chain link, & nose gay, a camera slide, a gzarden fence, » sword fish and a wall flower.” | | sage of Piketown-on-the-Blink, “and that is this: If, as the newspapers would have us beileve, all brides are beautiful. where in Sam Hill do all the homely married women come from ?"—Judge thia felt sure she had courage—to play, a small part in the circus. Cynthia thought it was with the lions. She had gone, and had found herself one of five hundred applicants. There were tall girls and short girls, stout and thin girls, spruce girls and slatternly ones—but she—she was the one picked ; by the manager. { Indeed there was nothing strange | about that, for she had that air and breeding which were a sine qua non for the task. But Cynthia thought it was a miracle. She was to be strapped into an au- ' tomobile which looped the loop every i of the circus, and tried to force his way past the doorkeeper. “Now then, young feller,” remon- strated that bemedaled functionary. “My wife!” gasped Charley; but the doorkeeper saw in him only a jealous husband who had come perhaps to cre- ate a disturbance within. And Charley was too incoherent to explain. He struggled. The doorkeeper tried to fling him out. Circus hands came run- ning up. | “I tell you my wife' there!" i gasped the frantic man. e's dead! | She's in the dip of death, She—" They thought he was a madman now. And suddenly, as they were forcing him to the door, Cynthia stood before him, radiant. “Charley!” she cried. husband! How dare you strike him? Charley, what"is it? Why you were afraid for me?” He fell back, fainting from the re- action, while, under her directigns the doorkeeper, changed from a lion to a lamb, fanned the man's face and tapped him in kindly fashion upon the shouider. : “You didn’t have an accident?” gaspcd Charley Askew falntly. “Why, no, dear,” cried his wife. “And I've got the money, too. Three hundr =1 dollars—and we leave for the West Monday.” “Whoop!” shouted Charley, spring- ing upon his feet and trying to em- brace the doorkeeper. But that func- tionary had discreetly withdrawn, so Charley kissed the next most acces- sible person—whom he had often kissed before. TO DRILL HOLES IN GLASS Copper Wire With a Mixture of Emery and Oil, Will Do the Work Well and Quickly. “This is my The fc'lowing is a satisfactory method of drilling holes in glass: Take a plece of straight copper the size of the hole that it is required to drill. The tubing should have a wall of one-thirty-second of an inch or more in thickness, depending upon the diameter. The tube is set up in a drill chuck and driven at a speed cor- responding to that of a twist drill of the same size. The tube is fed down DEATH SAVED HIM By OLIVIA MEREDITH. yright by W. G. Chapman.) (c“l?lll"ed," "y:’v’v“ied’ Boyd Leslie, pre- scription clerk for Davis & Co. “I'm de‘g for the want of sleep. The end of a long day. Oh, my!” There was a tinge of relief in his first words, for a respite, relief seemed in view. He had put out most of the lights, he had just Jocked the street door, when the knob was turned and | a small boy breathless and perspiring, | shouted lustily: i “] must get in, doctor says | must | hurry,” and he waved a fragment of i paper which Boyd recognized as a pre- | scription He let the boy in. Mid- | night weariness made him sway, the lights were poor, he almost nodded putting up the prescription. It was @, “For Mr. Lewii noted that He was so done out, that as he gave the waiting boy the bottle he left the last phial he had used in filling the prescription upon the case counter. Then, without even undress ing, he flung himself on the lounge just behind the case and was plunged | 5 in sudden slumber immediately. bt Long hours, irregular meals, lack of | alr and exercise were fast undermin- There establishment. 3 “U.um! just about half slept out,” | yawned Boyd at daylight, rousing up at the call of an alarm clock, unre- freshed for another day of hard work. “Well, if I can stand it out I'll soon have enough to start a course at the medical college.” Boyd cooked his sparse breakfast on a spirit stove. He tidied up and ventilated the store and set at put- ting the disordered prescription desk in order. As he picked up a phial Iy- | ¢ ing upon it he raised it slowly. A shudder passed over his frame. He turned deadly white. He uttered a great gasp. His horror-stricken eyes were glued to the label on the bottle. “The last I used last night in mak- ing up that prescription,” he spoke breathlessly, “and—poison!” How had he come to make the fatal | error? His dazed, tired eyes had read | “agcetina” for “arsenic.” He had un- wittingly substituted for a harmless | alterative enough of the deadliest | polson known to materia medica to kill | a dozen men. Sick at heart, Boyd Leslie dropped the fatal phial and sank to a chair, ' overcome. The deed was doue, with- out any doubt! Oh, was there the merest vestige of a hope that the pre- scription had not been used? Shak- ing from head to foot with anxiety and dread the young drug clerk hur- ried on hat and coat and rushed from the store. He knew where the Lewis home was located. His heart beat like a trip hammer as he turned into the street | upon which it fronted. It seemed to | halt with a shock as he saw on the | bell handle of the house—a streamer show that they rezulate their spzed | by changing the inclination of thelr How he lived through that day, | Wings rather than hy altering the He rapidity of their motion, of crepe! Boyd Leslie could not realize. heard that the physician attending Mr. Lewis had given a certificate of death from natural causes First an impulse came to his mind to confess his mistake publicly. Then dread of consequences made of him a coward. || The episode passed by. He was safe, { in the general acceptation of that IR word. But his mind was in torment. As to restitution—ah, there he could act! He had robbed the Lewis family || of a protector. He would take his place. His motives were never suspected | by Verona or her mother ‘ As the weeks passed on, however, the interest he took in the children, his kindness in loaning Mrs. Lewis a small amount that enabled her to renew a mortgage on the homestead, began to endear him to the lonely, lovable young girl i As to Boyd, an angel with a flaming il sword seemed to stand between him | |F and the beautiful girl who had won his | soul's devotion. “I dare stay here no longer,” he told | himselt one day. “I will find some | & way to give my little savings to Mrs Lewis and forget Verona. His heart smoie him the evening he announced to the family the demands of a fictitious position in another state. He saw no other way out ot his dif- || ficulty, however. They helped him pack | 3 heart tonic, Boyd g* | S e LD EEPEGOIIe +4 ““Om' Armour Star x Hams Uncanbassed at 18 Cents This Week Only IR TS IS [. 6. TWEEDELL PHONE 59 Causes of Unhappiness. The worst kinds of unhappiness, as well as the greatest amount of it, come from our conduct to each other. If our conduct, therefore, were under the control of kindness, it would be nearly the opposite of what it is, and so the state of the world would be almost reversed. We are for the most part unhappy, because the world is an unkind world. But the world is only unkind for the lack of kindness in us ! units who compcss it.—Frederick Wil- Bubonic Plague Ravages. Bubonic plague appeared in Eu in 1302 It had started in Asia, i more than 200,000,000 of human ings perished. After reaching Eum the plague lasted 20 years, and durl that period it carried off 40,000,000 sons. When it began Norway had population of 2,600,000, when it e this great population had been duced to fewer than 300,000 liam Faber. China's Cattle Industry, Contrary to general bellef, not only raises cattle in large nu bers, but exports frozen beef in qu titles which have now assumed commercial magnitude of such s that world-widespossibilities may be pected in time to come. Upwar 200,000 cowhides are annually expo ed from Shantung. How Insects Regulate Speed. Motion pictures of insects in fiight TOT] MODERN DENTISTRY| CAPITAL STOCK $10.000,00 : This is a day and age of Specializing. We are Specialists§ in every branch of GOO D DENTISTRY. . Our Modern Equipment and years of practical exper- § tence nsures you Best Work at Reasonable Prices. L RO Set of Teeth $8.00 Up Ha Work§ Fillings soc Up b Crown and $4.00 Up Ten Years Practical Experien Bridge Riggs disease, Loose Teeth treated and cured. Teeth extracted without pain. Come and let me examine your teeth and make you estimate. L OFFICE UPSTAIRS FUTCH AND GENTRY BLDG Offie Hours 8 to 6. Suite 10-12-14 By Appointment 7 to 9 Evenings night. And for the five minutes which | on to the glass with an intermittent the whole duty required she was to re- i movement, and a mixture of emery ceive fifty dollars nightly for three and oil is dropped on to the glass at weeks—in all nine hundred dollars | the point where the hole is to be his effects, and during the process | Verona brought a small chest of odds | and ends, to find for Boyd a blood thermometer he had loaned her moth- er when she had a touch of fever. Children's Separate Rooms and Equipment for White and Colored Teeth extracted, under ten vears, FREE.- 4 | “There ain't no risk at all,” the manager explained. “We've tried it out a hundred ti ' sh ou” | Cynthia saw the old performer, who was retiring that week, go throuzh the performance. When sirl ne back from her terrifying ride, she was white and shaking ; “Lost her nerve,’ the ' plained. “They all do soc Then it's for the next one. No, I don't know why it is. They dou't mind it | the first week or two, but a month's | about the limit for all of ‘em. How- ever, the show moves South in three | weeks, and I ain't going to take you | | with us, because your time to lose your nerve would come as soon as we'd | paid your fare to Cuba. So it's just | for three weeks. Are you on?” | Cynthia was “on.” But, after she had signed her agreement and told | Charley the hardest task lay before her, mnager ex or later. Humane Turkish Laws It is unlawful fn Turkey to selze ® man's residence for debt, and sufi- clent land to support him is also ex- empt from selzure Sharpening a Worn File “When a file gets dull” said the master mechanic, “you can restore its effectiveness by pouring a little nitrie acid over it This roughens the raised parts and deepens the sunk parts so that it will again file your nalls or cut a bar of iren.” drilled. 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The special constable was chaffed by his friends for appearing on parade without his badge. “You see,” ex- plained the “special,” “I was in rather @ tough crowd getting on the car the It contained some papers of the | dead father, some phials of medicine, a sealed bottle. As his eyes fell upon this, Boyd Leslie grasped it with a sudden eagerness that fairly startled Verona. “This—this 1s a prescription you had filled the night before your tather died?” he uttered hoarsely | “Yes. Poor. dear father!™ replied | Verona, sadly. “He died before broth. | le: got back from the drug store with | ‘Innocent—he never took it!" cried ! Boyd Leslie. and then he fell to his | knees—and prayed, the tears of relief | and joy pouring down his happy face. “I need not go now,” he told Verona a little later, “if you do not wish it.” Her little hand stole into his shyly | :ut ::::d!ng, those dear sweet Iipl l rea one throbbi | bk ing. thrilling Trapped. 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