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Help That Achy Back! Are you dragging around, day after day, with s dull, unceasing backache? Are you lame in the morning; bothered with headaches, dizziness and urinary disorders? Feel tired, irritable and discouraged? Then there's surely some thing wrong, and likely it's kidney weakness. Don't neglect itl Get back your health while you can. Use Doan't Pi 111. Doan't have helped thousands of ailing folks. They should help you. Atk your neighbor.' A North Carolina Case Mrs W. F. Bell, Greenwood St.. Scotland Neck N. J C , «ays: "At times sharp pains cut ln xaiVFV to my back nnd It /.JM? 1 i\ waa hard to I I I JpfJl straighten My kld- IWjtM i' \,• lf?I iieys acted too often. Dizziness liewrW Jtnd weak spells ■lSSt*jfefjiMicame on and my Wllr^r' Al.ead seemed to ' whirl. Specks ap peared In front of my eyes and blurred my night. Af ter using one box of Doan's Pills I was relieved." DOAN'S STIMULANT DIURETIC TO THE KIDNEYS Fostat-Milbum Co., M!f. Cham., Buffalo, N. Y. 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New Task Mother of Nine Convinced After One Doae I m mfatng fron limmlkKm rim sKtrs&EMt sua: avyre^fi^Tagars 1 ilk H.U visas, £er qs!n! I Pee ran lAimi-nfe. SJ-gT,sxzstzz&zz trk m mU Beeriws's Pills 1' 11^EDNA, ft IIFERBER U illustrations 7/W%^§&ns&SmMM BY CLARK AQNEW. ROEL.F POOL SYNOPSIS. lntroducing "So Bl>?" (I»lrk DeJong) In his In fancy Anil his mother, Sellna DcJonK. daughter of Simeon Peake, Kamblnr" and gentleman of fortune. Her life, to young womanhood In CJAlbhto In 1888, has fjeen unconventional, some what seamy, but generally enjoy able At school her ehum Is Julie Hempel. daughter of August Hempel. butcher. Simeon Is killed In a Quarrel that 1s not his own. "Sellna Is nineteen years o)d and practically destitute. Hellna sa* cures a position as teacher at the t High Prairie school, In the out skirts of Chicago, living at the home of a truck farmer, Klaas Pool. CHAPTER ll—Continued Sellna's quick glance encompassed the room. In the window were a few hardy plums In pot* on a green-paint ed wooden rack. There was a sofa with a ■ wrinkled calico covfr; three rocking chairs; some stark crayons of Incredibly hard-featured Dutch an cients on the wall. It was all neat, stiff, unlovely. But Sellna had known too many years of boarding-house ugli ness to be offended at thla. Munrtje hud lighted a small glass bowled lamp. A steep, uncarpeted stairway. Inclosed, led ofT the sitting room. Up this Maartje Fool, talking, led the way to Sellna's bedroom. Se llna was to learn that the farm wom an, often Inarticulate* through lack of companionship, becomes a torrent of talk when opportunity presents Itself. A narrow, dltn, close-smelling hall way, uncarpeted. ,At the end of It a door opening Into the room thut was to be Sellna's. As Its chill struck her to the marrow three, objects caught her eyes. The huge and not unhandsome walnut mausoleum, reared Its somber height almost to the room's top. The mattress of straw and coruhusks was unworthy of this edifice, but over it Mrs. I'ool had mercifully placed a feather bed, stitched and quilted, to that Sellna lay soft and warm through the win ter. Along one wall stood a low chest so richly brown as to appear black. The front panel of this was curiously carved. Sellna stooped before It and for the second time that day said: "Uow beautiful!" then 4ooked quick ly round at Maartje Fool as though fearful of finding her laughing as Klaas Pool had laughed. But Mrs. Pool's face reflected the flow In her own. She came over td Sellna and stooped with her over the cheat, hold ing the lamp so that Its yellow flame lighted up the scrolls and tendrils of the carved surface. With one dis colored forefinger she traced the bold flourishes on the panel. "See? How It makes out letters?" Sellna peered closer. "Why, sure enough! This first one's an S!" Maartje was kneeling before the rhest. now. "Sure an S. For Sophia. It la a Holland bride's 1 chest. And here Is K. And here Is big D. It makes Sophia Kroon DeVries. It Is anyways two hundred yeursf My mother she gave It to me when I waa married, and her mother she gave It to her when she was .married, and her mother guve It to her when at* was married, and her— * "I sh»ull think so!" exclaimed Se llna. rather meanlngfessly; but stem- Ing the torrent. "What's In It? Any thing? There ought to be brlde'a clothes in It. yellow with age." "It la!" cried Maartje Pool and gave a little bounce that Imperiled the lamp. "No!" The two on their knees ut Milium at eai h other, wide eyed. Ilk* schoolgirls. "Here —wait," Msartje Pool thrust the lamp into BeUna't hand, raised the lid of the client, .dived expertly Inttf Ita depth* amidst a sreat rustling of old newspa|>era and TO«t»il red faced with a Dutch basque and volum lnoua skirt of ailk; an age-yellow cap whose wings, stiff with embroidery, stood eat grandly on either aide; a pair of wooden shoes, stained terra cotta like the mils of the Vollendam flailing boats, and carved from toe to heel In a delicate and Intricate pat tern. A bridal gown, a bridal cap. briiial shoes. "Weil!" said Sellna. with the feel ing of a little girl la a rich attic on a rainy day. She clasped her handa "May i dress up In it sometime?" Uaartje Pool, folding the garments hastily, looked shocked, and horrified. "Never must anybody drees up In a bride's dress, only to get married. It brings bad uck." Then, as He Una stroked the atlff silken folds of the skirt with * slim and cartas lag fore flngei: "80 you get married to a High Prairie Dutch man I let you wear It." At thla absurdity they both Isughed again. He I Ins thought that 1 thla sahool-teai-hing venture w*a start • Ing out very well. She would have such things to tell he* father—then she remembered. She shivered a lit tle as she stood up now. There surged over her a great wave of longing for her father —for the theater treats, for his humorous philosophical drawl, for the Chicago streets, and the ugly Chicago houses; for Julie; for' Miss Flster's school; for anything nnd any one that was accustomed, known, and therefore dear. She had a horrible premonition that she was going to cry, began to blink very fast, turned a little blindly In the dim light and caught sight of the room's third ar resting object. A blue-black cylinder of tin sheeting, like a stove and yet unlike. It was polished like the length of pipe In the sitting-room be low. Indeed, It was evidently a giant flower of this stem. "What's that?" demanded Sellna, pointing. Maartje Pool, depositing the lamp on the little wash-stand preparatory to leaving, smiled prldefully. "Drum." "Drum?" "For heat your room.". Sellna touched It. It was Icy. "When there !#> fire," Mrs. Pool added, hastily. Sellna was to learn that Its heating ppwerg were mythical. Even when the stove In the sitting room was blazing awaytrlth a cheerful roar none of the glow communicated Itself to the drum. It remained as coolly In different to the blasts breathed upon It as a girl hotly besieged by an un welcome lover. "Maartje!" roared a voice from belowstalr*. The voice of the hnngry male. There was wafted up, tao, a faint smell of scorching. Then catne sounds of a bumping and thumping along the narrow stairway. "Og heden!" cried Maartje, In a panic, her hands high In air. She was off. Left alone In her room*Sellna un locked her trunk and took from It two photographs—one of a mild-looking man with his hat a little on one side, the other of a woman who might have bt>en a twenty-flve-year-old Sellna, minus the courageous Jaw-Une. Look ing about for a fitting place on which to stand these leather-framed treas ures she considered the top of the chill drum, humorously, then actually placed them there, for lack of a better refuge, from which vantage point they regard ed her with politely Interested eyes. Perhaps they would put up a shelf for her. That would serve for her little stock of books and for the pictures aa well. She waa enjoying that little flush of exhilaration that comes to a woman, unpacking. She took out her neat pile of warm woolen underwear, her stoat shoes. She shook out the crushed folds of the wine-colored cash mere. Now, If ever, ahe should have regretted Its purchase. But she didn't No one, she reflected, as she spread It rosily on the bed. possessing wine-col ored cashmere could be altogether downcast. From below stairs came the hiss of frying. Sellna washed In the chill wa ter of the basin, took down her hair and colled It again before the swlmmy little mirror over the wash-stand. She adjusted the stitched white bands of the severe collar and patted the cuffs of the brown lady's-cloth. The tight baaque was fastened with buttons from throat to waist. Her fine long head rose above this trying base with such grace and dignity as to render the stiff garment beautiful. It was a day of appalling bunchlness and equally ap palling tlgbtneaa In dress; of panniers, galloona, plastrons, revere, bustles, all manner of lumpy bedevllment. That Sellna could appey In this disfiguring garment a creature still graceful, slim, and pliant waa a sheer triumph of spirit over matter. She blew out the light now ad de scended the steep wooden stairway to the unllghted parlor. The door be tween parlor and kitchen was dosed. Sellna sniffed sensitively. There waa pork for supper. She waa to learn that there was alwsys pork for supper. She hesitated a moment there In the darkness. Then, she opened the kitch en door. There awam oat at her a haze of smoke, from which emerged round blue eye*, guttural talk, the sroell of frying grease. of (table, of loam, and of woolen wush freshly brought la from the line. With an tnruah of cold air that sent the blue has* Into swirls the outer kitchen door opened. A boy. hla arm piled high with store-wood, entered; n dart, handaome sullen boy who stared at Betlna over the armload of wood. Bd|u stared back at htm. There sprang to life between the boy of twelve and the woman of nineteen an electric current of feeling. "Roelf." thought Sellna; and even took a step toward him. Inexplicably drawn. "Hurry then with that wood there r fretted Maartje at the stove. The boy llunc the armful Into the box, brushed THE ALAMANCE GLEANER. GRAHAM. N. C. - his steere and coat-front mechanically, still looking at Sellna. Klaas I'ool, already at table, thumped with hi* knife. "Sit down, teacher." Sellna hesitated, looked at Maartje. Manrtje was holding a fry ing pan aloft In one hand while with the other she thrust and poked a fresh stick of wood' into the open-lidded stove. The two pigtails seated them selves at the table, set with Its red checked cloth and bone-handled cutlery. Roelf flung his rap on a wall-hook and sat down. Only Sellna and Maartje re mained standing. "Sit down I' Sit down !" Klass Pool said again. Jovial ly. "Well, how Is cabbages?" He chuckled and winked. A duet of tit ters from the pigtails. Maartje at the stove smiled; but a trifle grimly, one might have thought, watching her. Evi dently Klass had not hugged his Joke in secret. Only the boy Roelf remained unsmiling. Even Sellna, feeling the red mounting to her cheeks, smiled a little, nervously, and sat down with some suddenness. Maartje Pool now thumped down on the table a great bowl of potatoes fried In grease; a platter of ham. There was bread cut In chunks. The coffee was rye, toasted In the oven, ground, and taken without sugar or cream. Of this food there was plenty. It made Mrs. Tebbltt's Monday night meal seem am brosial. Sellna's visions of Chickens, oly-koeks* wild ducks, crusty crullers, and pumpkin pies vanished, never to return. She had been very hungry, but now, as she talked, nodded, smiled, she cut her food Into Infinitesimal bites, did not chew them ao well, and de spised herself for being dainty. "Well," she thought, "it's going to be different enough, that's certain. . . . This is a vegetable farm, and they don't eat vegetables. I wonder why. . . . What a pity that she lets herself look like that, just because she's a farm woman. Her hair screwed into that knob, her skin rough and neglect ed. That hideous dress. Shapeless. She's not bad looking, either. A red spot on either cheek, now; and her eyes so bine. A little like those women in the Dutch pictures father took me to see In—where? —where? —New York, years ago?—yes. But that wom an's face was placid. This one's strained. Why need she look like that, frowsy, horrid, old! . . . The boy is, somehow, foreign-looking.— Italian. Queer. . . . They talk a good deal like some German neighbors we had In Milwaukee. They twist sentences. Literal translations from the Dutch, I suppose." Jakob Hoogendunk, Pool's hired hand, was talking. Supper over, the men sat relaxed, 'pipe In moutb. "Fields of Cabbages—What You Said —They Are Beautiful," He Stam mered. Maartje was clearing the supper things, with Geertje and Jorlna making a great pretense at helping. If they gig gled like that In school, Sellna thought she would. In time, go mad, and knack their plgtalled heads together. Koelf, at the table, sat poring over a book, one slim hand, chapped and gritty with, rough work, outspread on the cloth. Sellna noticed, without knowing she noticed, that the fingers were long, slim, and the broken nails thin and fine. Sellna wanted, suddenly, to be alone In her room—ln the room that but an hour before had been a strange and terrifying chamber with Its towering bed. Its chill drum, its ghostly bride's cheat Now it had become a refuge, snug, safe. Infinitely desirable. Bhe turned to Mrs. Pool. "I—l think ru go up to my room. I'm very tired. The ride, I suppose. I'm not used » . Her voice trailed off. "Sure," said Maartje, briskly. She had finished the supper dishes and waa busy with a huge bowl, flour, a baking board. "Sure go up. I got my bread to act yet and what all." "If I could have aome hot water—" "Boelff Stop ooce that reading ifd ■how school teacher where la hot Wa ter. Geertje! Joalna! Never la ay world did I aee auch." She cuffed a convenient pigtail by way of empbaala. A All arose. r~ I "Never mind. It doeaal matter. Don't bother." Selina waa in a aort of panic now. She wanted to be oat at the room. Bat the boy Roetf, with quiet awlftneaa. had taken a battered tin pail from Ita book on the wall, had lifted an Iron alab at the back of the kitchen atove. A miat of ateam arose. He dipped the pall Into the tiny waa voir tbaa revealed. Then, aa Selina made aa though ta take it. be walked paot her. She heard him aacendlag the wooden stairway. Bbe wasted ta be after him. Bat Oret ahe moat know the Mm of the book ova* arbieh ha had beer, poring. But between her and the book outspread on the table were Pool, - Hoogendunk, dog, pigtails, Maartje. She pointed with a deter mined forefinger. "What's that book Roelf was reading?" Maartje thumped a great ball of dough on the baking board. Her arms were white with flour. She kneaded and pummeled expertly. "Woorden boek." Well. That meant nothing. Woorden boek. Woorden b— Dimly the. mean ing of the Dutch words began to come to her. But It couldn't be. She brushed past the men In the tipped back chairs, stepped over the collie, reached across the table. Woorden —word. Boek —book. Word book. "He's reading the dictionary!" Sellna said, aloud. "He's reading the diction ary !" ' She had the horrible feeling that she was going to laugh and cry at once; hysteria. Selina flung a good-night over her shoulder and made for the stairway. He should have all her books. She would send to Chicago for books. She would spend her thirty dollars a month buying books for him. He had been reading the dictionary! Roelf had placed the pail of hot water on the little wabh-stand and had lighted the glass lamp. He was Intent on replacing the glass chimney within the four prongs that held .It firm. Downstairs, It* the crowded kitchen, he had seemed quite the man. Now, In the yellow lamplight, his profile sharp ly outlined, she saw that he was Just a small boy with tousled hair. About his cheeks, his mouth, bis chin, one could even see the last faint traces of soft infantile roundness. "He's just a little boy," thought Se llna, with a quick pang % He was about to pass her now, without glancing at her, his head down. She put out her hand; touched bis shoulder. He looked up at her, his face startllngly alive,- his eyes biasing. It came to Sellna that until now she had not heard him speak. Her hand pressed the thin stuff of his coat sleeve. "Cabbages fields of cabbages— what you said—they are beautiful," he stammered. He was terribly In earnest. Before she could reply he was out of the room, clattering down the stairs. Sellna stood, blinking a little. The glow that warmed her now en dured while she splashed about In the Inadequate basin; took down the dark soft masses of her hair; put on the voluminous lqpg-sleeved, high-necked nightgown. Just before she blew out the lamp her last glimpse was of the black drum stationed like a patient eunuch In the corner; and she could smile at tlukt; even giggle a little, what with weariness, excitement and a gen eral .feeling of being awake In a dream. But once In the vast bed she lay there utterly lost In the waves of terror and loneliness that envelop one at night in a strange house amongst strange people. She listened to the noises that came from downstairs; voices gruff, unaccustomed; shrill, high. These ceased and gave place to others less accustomed to her city bred ears; a dog's bark and an answer ing one; a far-off train whistle; the dull thud of hoofs stamping on the barn floor; the wind In the bare tree branches outside the window. Her watch —a gift from Simeon Peake on her eighteenth birthday— with the gold case all beautifully en graved with a likeness of a gate, and a church, and a waterfall and a bird, linked together with spirals and flour ishes of the most graceful description, was ticking away companlonably un der her pillow. Bhe felt for It, took It out and held it In her palm, under her cheek, for comfort She knew she would not sleep that night She knew she would not sleep— She awoke to a clear, cold November dawn; children's voices; the neighing of horses; a great sizzling and hissing, and scent of frying bacen; a clucking and squawking In the barnyard. It was six o'clock. Sellna's first day as a school teacher. In a little morr. than two hours she would be facing a whole roomful of round-eyed Geertjes and Jozlnas and Roelfs. The bedroom was cruelly cold. As she threw the bed clothes aside Sellna decided that It took an appalling amount of couragfe— this life that Simeon Peake had called a great adventure. ' Anyway, B«lina finds a kin dred soul in Roelf, who alao thlnka cabbagaa beautiful. (TO BB CONTINUED.) Scientific Futar* Love The matrimonial reports of onr day are undertaking to put love on a sound, scientific baaift. Let us skip a few hundred years and behold the synthet ic romance of a youth and a maid of some generations to come The young man, armed with a stethoscope, a tape measure and the means of making a blood test, goes to call upon the lady whoae charms have attracted him. He taps s vein, listens to the thump of her heart and to the wind whistling through her bronchial tubes and ends bis labors with a careful examination of the aolea of her teat Satisfied with the showing he makea a request for a klsa and obtalna one. duly hyglenlxed through i strainer whipped from a vanity bag. That is. be does unless the young woman wall ope him Instead. —Toledo Blade. * IfoMrt It la doubtful if anybody knows the exact spot where Mozart is buried. A violent storm waa raging at the time of (be funeral, and the bearae went Us way unaccompanied to Ota churchyard, and his body waa committed la the paupers' comer, la 185» the city of Vlsans erected on the probable spot ■ HOW TWO WOMEN AVOIDED OPERATIONS The Following Letter* of ivfr*. Thurston and Mrs. Beard Carry an Encouraging Message to Other Side Women _____ i:''' : v JBHMHHK MRS. ETHEL THURSTON •>« N. PINK aTiicrr, LIMA, OHIO Lima, Ohio.—"l want to tell yon bow your medicine has helped me. For weeks I suffered with awful pains from inflammation and I was in such misery that I had to bend double to get relief. I could not be touched or jarred, had awful pain all over my abdomen and could not touch my feet to the floor. It was impossible for me to straighten up and the pains never ceased. I took treatments for some time and finally was told I would have to have an operation. Ido not believe in operations, and I had read BO much about Lydia EL Pinkbam's THE BEST RECOMMENDATION ~ I* number who art trying to |H Wm imitate it. If Bare-to-Hair was not fl HI growing hair on bald bead* there 9 Hm would be no ifnitators. If there is I Sflfc. baldness or signs of it you can't af- jHm I ford to neglect to use "Font's ■ Original Bare-to-Hair." Correspondence Given Personal Attention IX9 W. H. FORST, Mfgr. ■ SCOTTDALE PENN'A. Insert Powdtr won^t •lain —or harm anything except fneerts. Household sizes, 10c and 25c —other eixes, SOo and SUM, at your druolit or grocer. Write for Free Booklet, It Kills Them". One Secret of Beauty Is Foot Comfort Frequently you hear people say, "My feet perspire winter and summer when I put on rubbers or heavier foot-wear— then, when 1 remove my shoes my feet chill quickly, and often my hose seem wet through"—in every community thousands now use ALLEN'S FOOT=EASE in the /oot-bath daily, and then dust the feet and shake into the shoes this antiseptic, healing powder. Full directions on box at all Drug Store*. Trial Package and a Foot-Ease Walking Doll sent FREE, address « ALLEN'S FOOT-EASE, La Iter, N. Y. , for tkt Perfection of Yomr ComtfUxkm IMa.san —M» enaa nn«v« til dlaocknitm fcUmtilm. plmln. «t«.. »»d prodoc— ■ woti .tin ■lcnaiasiWa mdU imill.HK IwttetwtmnlnMa AiMramL ea. c. a. anm co-»»ts a^cseeaee Nation'a Advance Wealth statistics were first taken In the United States In 1850. At that time the wealth of the country was $7,135,780,000. In 1922, the total wealth had risen to $320,803,800,000 while the per capita wealth has risen from $307.09 to 12.91 a yOT\ rJ Asnm SAY "BAYER ASPIRIN" Unless you sec the "Bayer Cross" on tablets you are not getting the genuiry Bayer Aspirin proved safe by millions and prescribed by physicians 24 years for f . * Colds Headache Neuralgia Lumbago Pain Toothache Neuritis Rheumatism Accept only "Bayer" package nvhich contains proven directions. s l t M ayr M > ar,g-&jgi£ Vegetable Compound that I told my husband I would try it before I gave up. 1 soon began to feel that it was doing me good. The awful misery began to leave me, also the backache. I have a good appetite and am gain ing in weight. Taking Jhe medicine was the best thing I ever did. I feel like it has saved my life and I do not hesitate to say so to my friends. At least it saved me from a dreaded operation and lam still taking it, 1 am willing to answer letters from women asking about the medicine." —Mrs. ETHEL THURSTON, 824 North Pine Street; Lima, Ohio. Mrs. Beard's Letter Eddy, Texas.—"l will write yoo a few words, thinking it will do some one else good. Two doctors said I would have to be operated on because for nearly twelve months I suffered from a weakness from which I could get no relief. I was restless and nervous and was not able to walk across the house. They said it was the Change of Life. I saw Lydia E. Vegetable Compound Vl vertised in the newspapers, and as I could not get any help from doctors I thought I would give that a triaL I began with the liquid and it helped me some, then you advised me to take the tabletform and I began to improve rapidly. I have gained m weight from 105 to 170 pounds. I recommend it to all women with tnia trouble." — Mrs. M. E. BEARD, R. No. 1, Bos 143, Eddy, Texas. Lowering Herself "Since Ethel married she has stopped wearing French heels; her husband disapproves of them." "I always said she'd lower heraeif by marrying that man."—Tlt-Blta. MOTHER! Child's Best Laxative is "California Fig Syrup" IT \ Tongue Shows If II \ Biltoui, Constipated Hurry Mother! Even fretful, peev ish child loves the pleasant taste of "California Fig Syrup" and It never falls to open the bowels. A teaspoon ful today may prevent a sick child tomorrow. Ask your druggist for genuine "Cali fornia Fig Syrup" which has direc tions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother 1 You must say "California" or you may get an Imitation fig syrup. Worst Joke I Ever Heard "Has that dove-eyed girl met her affinity yet?" "Yes; he'a pigeon-toed." —Em may Enn.