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e e e ——————————— | , The Social Pi Story No. 10—Unmasking a Rascal It was Mona who first .oticed ihe gitl—a wisp of a creature with a muc» of dull gold hair, and large, frighter.ed eyes which stared out from a face that was almost child-like in its inno- cence, Just outside the swinging doors of The Frivolity—the newest of the glittering The Dansants of Broad- way—she was standing, her skirts clutched nervously in one small gloved hand, and her big, staring eyes never losing a chance to sweep the gay scene within, whenever the doors chanced to swing open. Mona Bur- nett reached across the small table in the corner of the cafe and, catching Mary Hartley's arm, directed the other’s attention to the girl outside the swinging doors, who looked so strangely out of place. Mary studied the furtively watching figure for a moment in silence. It was obvious that the girl outside was seeking someone—and that she was both hopeful and fearful that her search would be successful. The girl behind the doors had stepped in a quick, nervous fashion into the big cafe. For a moment she stood uncertainly, as though muster- ing all her-resources for the ordeal ahead of her. Then with a long breath she crossed the room hurriedly, her little head held high, her eyes cold and hard. Now the watchers could see that she was dressed with a quiet ele?ance, hinting vividly of a comfor- table income and a luxudious home, and that there wis the air of real breeding in every feature of her face. She had seen the object of her search, and he was a man—a stockily built man of middle age, with a florid face, and a carefully waxed mous- tache, who was acting as escort to a ¥oun woman, whose every feature, rom her penciled eyebrows to her ex- tremely cut gown, cried out her char- acter. The advancing girl reac the table and paused, as his companion, sensing the situation, also looked up. The three made a tableau, subcharged with emotion. It was the man who spoke first, but strive as they would, | neither Mary nor Mona was able to hear the words that fell from his lips. But they saw the girl's face g0 white, and then a dull red spot glowed in her cheeks, and she caught the edge of the table, leaning forward and speaking in a low, vibrant voice. The next instant, a waiter, beck- oned at a sudden gesture from the florid-faced man, glided to the scene and took the girl's arm. “The brute! The big, hulking, red- faced brute!” gasped Mona. “He is or- dering that poor little thing ejected!” It was true. The thing was done discreetly and with dispatch. Mona tossed a bill on the table and rose quickly. 3 “I am going to follow her! Hurry, Mary! ¢'ll be able to catch her at_the street!” The two girls reached the marble hall outside just in -time to see the diminutive figure ahead clutch for an instant at the street door and then step out onto the crowded walk. They caught her at the corner. “You poor dear!” said Mona in a low, soothing voice, as she took hold of the other's arm. “We saw what happened at the cafe, and we followed you on purpose. Won't you tell us all about it?"” The three turned into a quiet tea room on a cross street, where Mary selected a retired table in the rear. “Now, if you will tell us your story —or as much of it as you like, perhaps we can thiny of something that will help you!” d “My name is Meadows—Minnie Meadows,” she began. “I am, or rather was, the ward of Amos Fuller.” “Amos Fuller, the banker?” queried Mona. “Yes. That—that was Mr. Fuller whom I spoke to in the cafe!” Mona's glance expresssed amaze- ment, and the other shrugged bitterly. [ “T know it is hard to believe—hard to believe that a man like Mr. Fuller| would be found at a tango cafe at this hour of the day! But it is true! I am afraid that the call of the white lights has been more than he could refuse—and they say that when a man of his age goes astray he falls harder than anyone else! Until two or three years ago he was an entirely different man—patient, kind, giving me any- thing 1 asked. You see, when my father died T was left quite a lot of monev, and Mr. Fuller was made my guardian. T always supposed that I would have everything T wished, and wonld have thought it nothing but a nightmare had anyone ever hinted that T would some day find myself in the position T am now in. But grad- uallv thines hegan to change. “Mrs. Fuller, who is several years vounger than her husband, began to go out more in society, the kind of society that wasn't very good for her. At last, she took to pambling, and so on, and she and Mr. Fuller had many hitter quarrels. But she was very jealous of him in spite of these, and she took it into her head that her husband was beginning to fall in love with me, ©Of course. that was absurd! Then one day Mr. Fuller came to me, and told me that If T made over to him the estate which father had left he could invest it so that it would bring in double as much Income for me. I don't know anything at all about business. and T had alwavs trusted him! So T did what he told me to do, and signed a lot of papers —and—and—" Mbna patted her hand softly as she realized what was coming. Minnie Meadows flashed her a glance of gratitude. “T guess the rest of it is the old. old story of a girl waking up to find that everything she had in the world has heen taken from her, and that she is helnless to save herself. Mrs, Fuller told me that she didn't like the attentions her husband was showing me, and made matters so unpleasant for me that T had to appeal to Mr, Fuller and ask him for enough of my money to take a little flat of my own. Then he fold me that he was sorry, but that T didn’t have any money any more—that it had been lost in udfor- tunate speculation, or something. Al T could understand was that T was thrown out into the world withont money or home, or friends, and that didn’t have any way to make a liv- ine for myself. T pawned the rings which T had, and got a little room in a chean boarding house and answered all sorts of newspaper ads for girls, but there didn't seem any place where 1 could fit. Then I grew desperate and tried to reach Mr. Fuller again, but whenever I called at his bank, they told me that he was ‘out,’ or ‘too busy’ to see me. I knew something of his habits, and_decided to wait for him at the Frivolity. The scene which you saw was the result. He deliberately laughed in my face and ordered the waiter to put me out!” The tears started to the girl's eyes, and her shoulders quivered. he proffered help of Mona and Mary was accepted. And they agreed to get her a position. Back in their own apartment the girls fell to discussing a means of dealing with Fuller. i “I have it!” said Mona, suddenly, “You remember that newspaper ar- ticle we were reading the other day, which told of the methods employed by the so-called tango cafes to find es- corts for women, and vice versa? You | remember that the article said most of those establishments employed pro- fessional ‘introducers,’ whose tusiness was to make strangers acquainted, and so on? Why can’t we get just such positions at the Frivolity?” “Splendid!” agreed Mary. “But—do you think we could?” “We can try, certainly! And there is no reason why we should not try at once!” The plan was at once followed, the manager of the Frivolity agreeing to the plan which Mary and Mona put before him. A week passed. On several after- noons and one evening the banker had drifted into the cafe, but only re- mained a short time on each visit, and at no time had an opportunity offered for the two girls to make his ac- quaintance. In the meantime Mona had succeeded in finding for Minnie Meadows a temporary position as model in an exclusive cloak house, during the vacation of one of the staff of regular girls, and had told their | young protege to hold herself in patience until she heard from them again. “I don't think it will be long before we shall have something encourag- ing to tell you,” she promised the girl. “In the meantime, if you need a friend, do not hesitate to call on us.” It was the next day that the girls’ vigil was rewarded. Mona was the first to see the stocky figure of Fuller as the banker, immaculate in frock coat and pearl gray trousers, entered the Frivolity a little before 4 in the afternoon. Fuller's glance wandered past Mona, and rested on Mary, who was seated alone at a table across the cafe. She made a demure, innocent picture as she sat idly reading a news- aper, and toying with a cup of tea. ona saw Fuller’s eyes light as the: appraised the details of her modis| costume and natty figure. Then he beckoned to the head waiter. “Who is the girl, Jules?” “I don’t know, sir. But, if you like, I will see if it can be arranged for you to meet the young lady.” “She doesn’t look like that kind of a girl, Jules—I mean the kind you can meet in a public place without the proper introduction.” “You are probably right. But we have recently introduced a new sys- tem here, sir. We have a professional introducer, whose business it is to make persons acquainted with one an- other—I mean in a perfectly proper manner, sirl” “Oh, I see,” continued Fuller curi- ously. “Quite an idea!l Well, I don’t mind! If the young lady is willing to stand my society, I am perfectly will- ing to be introduced! But I am afraid she is not the kind you think!” Jules crossed to where Mona was sitting and explained the situation to her. Mona rose from her chair, and sauntered over to Mary’s table. For several moments she talked to her, and one would judge from the view of Fuller’s chair that Mary was not in a receptive mood. In the end Mona walked back to Fuller’s table. “Jules told me, Mr. Winters,” she began, using the name under which Fuller selected .to be known at the cafe, “that you wished to meet the young lady at the opposite table.” “Of course, it is somewhat irregu- lar, and the management insists that it know personally the persons who ask such a courtesy, so that it can vouch for them to the lady patrons, ules tells me that you are known ere, and I have explained to Miss Goodman this fact, and asked if you cannot be introduced. She hesitated. I will be frank, but I am quite sure !hat”she will be delighted to know Fuller chuckled, and the next mo- ment was beaming his broadest smile, and bowing in his most gracious man- ner, Mary received him with just the right degree of hesitation and cold- ness. When Mary Hartley chose, she could appear delightfully credulous and unsophisticated—and could carry out the deception in a way that in- creased her charm. On this occasion, she assumed the part of a young girl, anxious to see the gayer side of the city’s life, but fearful at the fascina- tion it held for her, and not at all cer- tain as to whether she ought to re- main in the cafe, or go back to her apartment. She explained that she was from a small town in the upper part of the state, and had come to the city with the idea of studying art —that her folks were wealthy enough to allow her a generous income, but worried at the thought of her being in the great city alone, without a chap- erone, They danced once or twice and then Mary announced her intention of go- ing home, When they parted before the apart- ment building, where ‘the two girls had their home-like little flat, Fuller Krolonged his goodby, and asked if e could call for her the next after- noon in his automobile, and take her for a drive through the park. She demurely agreed. True to his promise, Fuller made his appearance at the apartment build- ing on the next afternoon with a uni- formed chauffeur. He tucked Mary into the rear seat, and ordered the driver to make a leisurely circuit out through the park and along the river. It was nearly dusk when they re- turned’ after tea at a rather “smart” road house—and it was plain that Fuller was rapidly becoming in- fatuated—that Mary's innocence and apparent indifference to their uncon- ventional relationship were so dif ferent from the feminine cyuicism to his acquaintances of the cafes and cabarets that he was losing his native | caution and shrewdness. Mary evaded | his _invitation for the next day, but | hesitatingly promised to let him call lon the ?o{lowing afternoon. Fuller took his departure, on the whole very | well contented. | Mona had decided to continue her | role_of “professional introducer” at | the Frivolity, at least for the present. ;To begin with, there was nothing which she could do to aid Mary's cause, and in the second place, their funds were beginning agiin to run alarmingly low. It was this second factor which induced her to approach | the manager of the cafe, and ask for an advance, The man agreed prompt- ly, for the girl's services had proven more valuable than he had expected. | “If you don’t mind, I will give you a check,” he said. “I'll make it out on the Ajax National, and witness | your endorsement so that you will have no trouble in cashing it.” | “Thanks!” said Mona. The words, Ajax National, meant nothing to her —then. It was not until the next morning when she presented the check at the paying teller's window that she appreciated the unexpected good fortune that had been given her with the conventional pink ll? of paper. The paying teller turned the check over several times, made a movement as though to count out the bills in payment for the sum desig- nated, and then, apparently seeing some real, or fancied defect in the endorsement, he got down from his stool, and called an assistant. Mona saw the two whisper together for a | moment, and then caught the words, “Better see Mr. Fuller, Ed, and avoid any trouble!” Mona flushed. Fuller! Could it be that fate had sent her to the bank of Amos Fuller—the man who they had marked for poetic retribution? Her questicii was answered when a mo- ment .«ter the paying teller opened the door of a private office, and asked her if she would be good enough to accompany him. The girl followed without hesitation. She had no idea what was wrong with the check or what was wanted of her, but this was too good an opportunity to lose! If this were, indeed, the institution pre- sided over by Amos Fuller, who choose to mark his double life under the alias of “Winters”— Her specu- lations were cut sHort by the sight of the stocky, familiar figure of Fuller, himself, who turned from a mahog- an¥ desk at their entrance. or a moment he sat staring at her without recognition. And then a frown gathered swiftly on his face as he saw the girl smile, and he snapped a hasty order to the paying teller to wait outside, It was not until the door had closed behind the other that he turned again to the girl. Mona had thrown herself into a chair, and was lapghing in unaffected abandon. “Well—this is rich!” she gasped, holding her handkerchief to her mouth. “It is a Pleaun,t day, is it not—Mr. Winters?” Fuller scowled. “There isn't any need to laugh!” he snapped. “Can’t a man have any fun at all these days?” “Of course, he can, you old dear!” returned Mona, giving him a playful nudge under the chin, which made Fuller scowl again. What if one of his clerks should come in suddenly? Or, what if— “I say, what is wrong with my per- fectly good check?” laughed Mona. “Nothing at all,” said Fuller hastily, “That fool of a paying teller fancied there was something wrong with the endorsement. The Frivolity has two accounts here, and he didn’t know just where to credit the check.” “I see,” said Mona without interest, but without making a motion to rise. She could see that her presence an- noyed Fuller, and it gave her a sort of mischievous satisfaction to pro- long his uneasiness. “I haven't seen you for two or three days,” she said, seeking for some ex- cuse to prolong the conversation. “I have been busy, very busy,” evaded Fuller, getting to his feet, and moving to the door. Before he could reach it, someone turned the handle, and a clerk entered. . “Mrs. Fuller is outside! Shall I show her in?” Fuller barely smothered a curse. “Tell her I will be free in just a moment.” The door closed behind the clerk’s wondering face, and Ful- ler mopped his face with his handker- chief. ona laughed aloud. “Why not have your wife come in at once? It seems to me rather dis- courteous to have her wait while you entertain another lady visitor!” Fuller glared at her silently, ob- viously revolving a problem in his mind. He stepped quickly to the door of a small inner ante-room. “Step in here!” he snapped. “You will have to wait until she goes!” “I don't like it!” pouted Mona. “I don’t see any reason why I should hide. I have done nothing wrong‘l" “Who says you have?” growled Ful- ler. “But there is no need for you to make trouble for a friend, is there? My wife is absurd enough to be jeal- ous—you may as well know the truth, It won’t be long to wait, I'll cut the interview short—and I'll ap- preciate it.” Mona rose slowly, shaking her head doubtfully. “Since you put it that way, I sup- pose I'll Klve to agree. But, under- stand, please, if you grolong the con- versation, I lhal{m e myself known —no matter what happens! I have nothing to conceal, and I am not in the least concerned with your record, my friend!” She suffered Fuller to lead her into the ante-room, and heard the door close behind her. She dropped into a chair, laughing, silently. This was— rich! If she had had the ordering of events, herself, she could not have designed a more perfect situation! Fuller was playing against fate, as- suredly. A jealous wife—his own double life, and alias—it would not be her fault if the cruel injustice done his innocent ward, Minnie Meadows, went unpunished! And then she stole back to the door, and peered through the keyhole, She could see a modishly gowned woman in her later thirties, and in- clined to a fleshiness, which even the arts of the masseur, the corsetiere, and the dressmaker could not conceal, She was standing in a rather aggres- sive attitude before which Fuller was obviously cringing. “I want $1,000, Amos!" she said icily. “But, my dear—" “I said that 1 wanted $1,0001" rates - which the man was accustomed from | | has been overdrawing her allowance, “All right, my dear!” And Fuller turned to his desk, and pressed an| electric button. | “Gee, but you're ecasy!” breathed Mona. She chuckled, as she heard | Fuller give orders to his secretary to | flay to Mrs. Fuller the amount she| ad asked, and charge it against his ersonal account. “Evidently wifey and needs some pocket money,” com- muned the concealed Mona, “and quite as evidently hubbie is afraid not to give it to herl If she only knew the real facts about him—whew!” | She broke off as Fuller ushered his wife to the door, and stood with his | back against it, again mopping his| face. It was apparent that Amos Ful- ler was not enjoying his morning! A few minutes later he opened the door of the ante-room, and let Mona come forth. The girl laughed into his face. “I ought to hold you up for a few hundred,” she said mockin%ly. “But T'll let you off—this time! Maybe, you'll buy my dinner the next time you see me!” “A dozen!" protested Fuller with assumed heartiness as he saw her de- part, | “The old crook!” thought Mona. “It is men like that who make a woman lose her confidence in humanity!” She received the amount of her check, and hurried to the street, glad to be in the open air again, She walked home so that she could think the situation out clearly. When she reached her apartment she had come to a decision. She recounted to Mary the events at the bank, and finished with the gleeful prophecy. “Unless 1 am absolutely mistaken, we shall have Brother Fuller in a corner and whininF for mercy before a weck has passed!” “What is your plan?” : Mona laughed. “That would be telling! And, besides, I haven't all of the details Eerfec!ed yet. You re- rfiemb}e’r Ralph Stokes, don’t you, ary P “The attor?” And Mary nodded. “I met him yesterday, and I think he will fit into my little denouement excellently. And—Mary. Do you think that you could lead our worthy | Pa! friend of the banking fraternity on to the point of an actual proposal?” Mary considered the question re- flectively, “I don't know, dear. I rather think that I might—under the right condi- tions! Is that what I am to do?” "Exactlgé You are to be given the honor of being asked to be Mrs, Win- ters. That is the name by which Ful- ler is known to you, remember. If you can do that much, I am confident that I can do the rest!” “Leave it to me!” promised Mary. “When I think of that scene at the cafe when Fuller ordered his ward ejected from the place, I could do anything!” ona nodded. “The same herel He deserves all that we can do to him—and always bear in mind that we are not doing it from a selfish motive, but only for the purpose of seeing that a belated justice 18 meted out to n;oll*l:er one of those richly deserving of itl” ¥ When Mona returned to the apart- ment that evening she announced that she; had had an exlrcmelsy satisfac- tory interview with Ralph Stokes, and that their friend was prepared to do anything possible to aid them. “When you are ready, we will be on hand to supply the artistic touches!” she con- cluded. “Oh, I'll be ready!” promised Mary. “Fuller has asked me to go drivin with _him tomorrow afternoon at J, and I have consented.” Mona considered swiftly, “Do you think that you can man- age the proposal then?” she asked doubtfully. Mary nodded. “Sure of it!" “Then I will get in touch with Ralph tonight for final instructions.” ona met 'the Koung actor after she had concluded her evening's work at the Frivolity, and the two repaired to a quiet, all-night restaurant for a| cup of chocolate and a sandwich, Mona studied the other’s trim, well set up figure approvingly, and then as the waiter vanished, she leaned across the table, and lowered her voice. “I think our trap will be ready to lprinq sometime tomorrow after- noon.” she said. “Fuller will call for Mary at 3, and she is to plead a sick headache, and ask him to visit her in the apartment. I want you to stay down in the lobby by the telephone stand. When I am ready, I'll call you and you are to come up at oncel’ Stokes grinned appreciatively. “Let me see—I am to be Amesbury of The Evening News, and you are to give me the facts of Mr. Winters’ or rather Mr. Fuller's engagement to your friend! I understand. And I am to be the aggressive newspaper reporter, who Is overjoyed at the prospect of a sensational story! I J:ink I can play the part. Leave it to me!” “I willl” smiled Mona, as she sipped her chocolate. Fuller was on time the next day. Punctuality, when it came to engage- ments with members of the fair sex, was one of his few virtues. Mary asked him to come up when his pres- ence was announced over the house telephone, and when Fuller appeared, he found her lying back in an easy chair, her head bound with a hand- kerchief, and a bottle of smelling salts in her hand. “What in the world is the matter?” he demimdcd, bending over her anx- iously. “A woman's proverbial complaint— headache,” smiled Mary, allowing him to hold her hand, as he drew a chair up beside her. “I am afraid I shall have to postpone our drive. But, if you don't mind, you can stay here with me—and later we can have some tea sent up!” “Fine!l” assented Fuller enthusiasti- cally. His hand wandered to her hair, and he ventured to stroke back some stray locks which had fallen down across one of her cheeks. She looked very alluring and dainty as she re- clined in the huge chair—and she knew it. She closed her eyes, and felt Fuller's hand linger on her cheek. She repressed a shiver of dis- ust as she remembered the goal be- fore her—and thought of Mona wait- ing in the next room, ready to appear at a given signal. “I was feeling so home sick and blue and lonely before you came!” she sighed contentedly. “Were you?" asked Fuller, beam- ing, and venturing to stroke her hair again. Suddenly he leaned forward, and before she realized his purpose,) THE OMAHA SUNDAY 'BEE: JUNE 11, 1916. Plot by George Bronson Howard e e kissed her full on the lips. She sat erect, with a little scream. “Oh, you should not have done that! You should not have done that!” she cried. “And why not?" demanded Fuller, making as though to repeat the ac- tion “Because it is wrong for a girl to let any man kiss her unless she is engaged to him—and, and I-" “Are going to be engaged to me!” said Fuller recklessly, forgetting him- | self as he leaned over her, and ex- haled the fragrance of her hair. “You love me—don't you? do—as | love you!” For a moment Mary stared up into his florid face—made even more florid by the sudden riot of his emotions. “Then we are to be married!” she breathed. “It seems too good to be truel [ am rellhy to be your wife!” “You are!” said Fuller boldly. “May 1 kiss you again?” Mary’s hand wandered absently to the wall at her side, and her fingers pressed the hidden electric bell. Fuller did not notice the movement. He was concerned only with the intoxicating vision of the girl's loveliness — so tantalizingly near him. And in that moment he forgot everything. Mary sprang to her feet, as his arms sought to embrace her. “You—you frighten mel I really believe that you do love mel” “Love yout” cried Fuller, “If you only knew how much I do care! If you only knew—" Through the flat pealed sudden!: the electric bell. Fuller started bac with a scowl, and Mary's hands flashed instinctively to her hair. “T wonder who that can be?” she murmured, as she looked at a mirror. The bell continued to ring, and she hurried to the door to reveal the fig- ure of Mona in the corridor outside. The other girl entered with a torrent of superlative feminine adjectives, It was not until her arms were about Mary's neck in an exaggerated hug that she noticed, or affected to no- tice the sulky figure of Fullgr in the room. She drew back with a little gasp. “f didn't know that you had com- ny, dear. 1 lhou%ht T would droj in for a little chat, but maybe this is a case where two is company, and three is—" “You can be the first to congratu- late me!” broke in Mary , proudly, stepping back. “Mr. Winters has just asked me to be his wifel” Mona whirled, and stood surveying the shrinkin, flgure of the banker, who recoiled before her flashing eyes. “So you have tried to decieve the girl, have you, Mr. Winters?" she sneered, “I rather guess I was just in time, Mary! Do you know who this man is?” “What do you mean?”’ “I mean_that his name is not Win- ters, but Fuller—and he already has one wifel” “Oh, you can't be telling me the truth? You can't be!” wailed Mary, And then she turned piteously toward Fuller. “Sl{ this isn’t so! 'Say that it is all a lie—a wicked lie! = Why don’t you say something?” Fuller shuffled his feet uneasily, and then, seeing that Mona had turned, he tried to slip between her and the wall and thus gain the door. But the 'irl was too swift for him. He found him- self staring into the muzzle of a re- volver. “I warn you that I shall shoot!” she said grimly. “You are to stay here for, the present, my friend! I am not done with you—not by any means!” She picked up the receiver of the telephone, and called a number into the transmitter, It was the signal to Ralph Stokes, and a few moments Novelization by Hugh C. Weir Say that you | later th energetic youig man | stepped into the room and stood sur- | veying the group uncertainly. | “This is Mr. Amesbury of the Even- ling Star,” said Mona, introducing the caller to Mary. “We have a rather interesting bit of news for you, my friend!” And she made the other ac- quainted in a few rapid sentences with the 'story of Fuller's masquerade, and | his proposal to her chum under the jalias of Winters. Fuller withdrew to | the background, staring glumly from the window. Suddenly he turned. “This farce has gone far enough!” | he grated. “You are trying to black- mail me, all of you! You must think I am a Reuben to let you get away with it! Publish anything you please --but always remember that I have a reputation for business integrity be-| hind me, and that I shall denounce it all as a lie, and sue for libel.” 3 For a moment Mona stared at him silently. She knew that the man spoke the truth—that if it came to a ques- tion of veracity he had nothing to fear. She turned again to the telephone, and spoke into the receiver the number of Fuller's residence. She heard the banker's muttered curse behind her as she requested the butler to call Mrs, Fuller, and the next moment he raised his voice sullenly. “Come away from that telephone! “Well—you are a cool one!” “So were you when you robbed poor Minnie Meadows of her dead father's money!" Fuller's face went ashen. Without another 'word, he stepped to the tele- phone and gave the necessary instruc- Like a Boy at 50'B New York, N. Y.—Nat long ago & man came to me who was Iy half a century old and asked me to @ m & preliminary examination for life insurance. I was aston. ished to find him with the blood pressure of a boy of 20 and as full of vigor, vim and vitality as & young man; in fact, a young man he really was notwithstanding his age. The secret he said was taking iron—nuxated iron had filled him with renewed life. At 80 he was in bad health; at 46 careworn and Now st 60 & miracle of vitality ly all in. and his face beaming with the buoysney of youth, As I have sald a hundred times over, iron {s the greatest all strength bullders. If people would only throw away patent medicines and nauseous concoctions and take simple nuxated iron, I am e vinced that the lives of thousands of per- sons might mved, who now die every ear from pneumonia, grippe, consumption, {dney, liver and heart trouble, ete. The real true cause which started their dis- was nothing more nor less than a ened condition brought on by lack iron in the blood. Iron is absoultely nece: sary to enable your blood to change food into living tissue. Without it, no matter how much or what you eat, your food merely passes through you without doing you an good. You don't get the strength out of it and as a consequence you become weak. palo 472 grow in a sofl deficient in iron. If you are not strong or well you owe it to yourself to make the lallwln, test: Bee how long you can work or how far you can walk without becoming tired. Next take two five-grain tablets of ordinary nuxated iron three times per day after meals for two weeks. Then test ‘our strength again and see for yourselt ow much you have gained. I have seen dozens of nervous, run-down people who were Twentieth (entury The Ideal Farm Has the greatest farm paper circulation in its state. e Cbpyright Kalem Company of crisp and Fuller had duly receipted for them, the thoroughly cowe: did not break the silence. |out the contents of the picked up his hat. made a movement as though to speak, and then with a bitter shrug, passed on into the hall and slammed the door behind him. what was stolen! dollar of this mone{lmynelfl" you both come out and have and sickly looking just like & plant trying to | 8% tions to his bank. Even when the messenger appeared with the packet bills in a small leather bag, banker He counted fincket. and At the door he Mary turned to Mona with a little cry of relief. “Oh, I am so glad it is all over!” she breathed. The more Eracticll Mona was stow- ing the bank bills into a drawer of their writing desk. “Now it is up to us to find Minnie Meadows and give back to her part of I couldn’t touch a “Nor I!" agreed Mary with a little shiver. “Well, if that is the case, suppose inner with me,” invited Stokes. “I know a little Ttalian restaurant where we can eat the whole bill of fare for 60 cents!” (The End.) . T Tove. Mo bad a6, The young man 'Il‘.l. ady “( d his passion to clared Bl pasion ot You win! Now, how much do you want?” s “It 18 all right so far as I am " “Fifteen thousand!” said Mona |the old gentieman said, “but I sm a coldly, without moving. For another 'h:agflta,r'k"flmmm W, moment Fuller hesitated, and then A0d. “Has she—has she .:r drew his check book from his pocket. No.‘!' ,-r-nl‘a'(:: ;.u.':m':lm -m inl\l};’h" a check doi” he asked iron- | whs 0 ."".Pm Lt b L1 you to me. =] ol Ledger. “It will not!" snapped Mona. “Call a messenger from your bank to bring Robin's Nest tn Engine Resm. over the cash. You can fix up the de-| . vy Baley, steam shovel e tails later!” nesssd the building of s robin's nest fn his engine room while the plant was in epera- uofi in Bast W;lnult I'III-. natl " o that ubbling Over With Vitality— Taking Iron Did It Doctor says Nuxated Iron is greatest of all strength builders— Often increases the strength and endurance of delicate, nervous folks 200 per cent. in two weeks time. e doudle a‘ snd jurance and onf Iy o afling the while, i i o' fron the proper Xy 1 nths ::;:‘m.'" I:: dnn:'t take the old forms of d'nu\li iron, iron acetate simp! » b{n in_from A S tter she FHH = st with A while many another has mo lorious defeat simply for Inck of iron. o E. Sauer, M. D. 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