w ysx-
HAD TO HIRE
THE WASHING
Hrs. Daniels Tells How She
Solved That Problem and Sev
eral Others As WelL
Slip, Ky.—"l was so sick for Sor 4
Tears," says Mrs. J. F. Daniels, of tills
place, "that I had to hire my washing
-done most of the time. I had given up
hoping for a care, but my husband kept
begging me to try Cardul, so at last I
began to take it, and I hadn't taken
half a bottle before 1 could tell It was
helping me. Now I can do my waahing,
and tend my garden. I am fleshier than
I ever waa before In my life and Car
•dul made me so. I believe that I would
.have been in my grave. If I had not
taken Cardul. Tour medicine is all
right. I can't praise it too much."
Cardui is purely vegetable and gen
tle-acting. Its Ingredients are mild
herbs, having*a gentle tonic effeot on
the female constitution.
Cardul makes for increased strength,
Improves the appetite, tones up the
nervous system, and helps to make
pale, sallow cheeks, fresh and rosy.
Cardui has helped over a million
weak, tired, worn-out women, and
•hould certainly bene&t you.
Try it today.
N. B.— Writ* it: Ladles' Advisory Dept.,
Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chattanooga.
Tenn., (or Strriml Instruction t. and 64-
page book. "Home Treatment for Wom
en," aent In plain wrapper, on request.
i. ————
She Raved.
Mr. Burble—That elocutionist is
•ome queen, isn't she?
Mr. Bored—A raving beauty.
* His Wife.
"What do you do for a living, MoseT"
"I'se de manager ob a laundry."
"What's the name of this laundry?"
"Ellia Ann."
CHILL TONIC. Ton know what yon are taking.
Tim formula la plainly printed on *v*ry bottle,
•bowing U lajlimply Oalnlne and Iron In a taate
leee form. The Quinine drive* oat the malaria
and the Iron bnlld* op tbe system. Hold by aU
Sealers (or Ml years, Prlo* M cents.
Burning Money.
Blobbs—Mow did be make his
money?
Slobbs —In smoking tobacco.
Blobbs—ls that so? I've been
amoklng tobacco Nearly all my life,
but I never made any money at It. —
Denver Times.
Long Time Coming.
Real College Boy (waiting for his
change in department store) —This
suspense is simply maddening. Earne
rs ldo! Hadn't you better start a
, tracer after my change?
Saleswoman (meanly, but sweetly)
—Just like money from home, isn't it,
Archibald?— Drake Delphic.
A Poultry Problem.
"Which is correct," ask the sum
mer boarder who wished to air his
knowledge, "to speak of a sitting hen
or a setting hen?"
"I don't know," replied the farm
er's wife, "aifii what's more, I don't
care. But there's one thing I would
like to know: when a hen cackles,
has she been Isylng, or is she lying?"
Malady Wortn Having.
- "I can't understand my husband,
doctor- I am afraid there is some
thing terrible the matter with him."
"What are the symptoms?"
"Well. I often talk to him for half
an hour at a time and when I get
through he hasn't the least idea what
—l>e been saying."
"Don't worry any more about your
husband. I wish I had hia gift."—
Stray Stories.
——————— a*
A Christmas Criticism.
Orvllle Wright, discussing flying la
New York, aald to a reporter:
"The French claim to make tbe
best machines, but our foreign order
books tell a different story.
"Our foreign order books give the
game awsy like the little Dayton boy
at the Christmas treat He got from
the tree at this treat a pair of troiu
ers, and. waving them around his
head, he electrified tbe entire Sunday
achool by shouting In a loud and Joy
oua voice:
" 'Oh, ma, these pants must be new.
Fa never had a suit like that."
OLD COMMON SENSE.
Change Food When You Feel Out ef
Isrts.
"A great deal depends upon yourself
and the kind of food you eat." the
wise old doctor said to a man who
eame to him sick with stomach trou
ble anil sick headache once or twice a
week, and who bad been taking pills
and different medicines for three or
tonr years.
Be was Induced to atop eating any
aort of fried food or meat for breakr
fast, and waa put on Grape-Nuts and
cream, leaving off all mediclnea.
In a few days he began to get bet
ter. and now be haa entirely recover
ed and writes that he is In better
health than he haa been before in
~ twenty years. This man la 68 years
old and says he feels "like a new man
all the time."
Read "The Road'to Wellville" la
pkgs. "There's a Reason."
Brer real tbe rteve letter* ibe*
•sc appears trass tlnse ts llae. They
are aeaalae, trae, aa4 fell ef heeen
latere* t.
b. 'T: v > - • .•
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% p? GOmrmxmm\rw STIUHUXX 1 1
•
SYNOPSIS.
0
Lawrence Blakeley, lawyer, goes to
Pittsburg with the (orged notes In the
Branson case to get the deposition ot
John Ollmore. millionaire. In the Utter'*-
house he Is attracted by the picture o( a
girl whom Ollmore explains la bis grand
daughter, Alison West. He says her fa
ther la a rascal and a friend or the (org
er. A lady requests Blakeley to buy her
a Pullman ticket. He gives her lower
eleven and refalna lower ten. He flnda a
man In s drunken stupor In lower ten
and goes to bed In lower nine. He awa
kens In lower seven snd finds that his
bag and clothes are mlaalng. The man
>!n lower ten. Is (ound murdered. His
name. It develops, is Simon Harrington.
The man wjio dlst%>peared with Blake
ler's clothes la suspected. Blakeley be»
comes Interested In a girl In blue. Clr
cumatantlal evidence places Blakeley un
der suspicion of murder. The train la
wrecked. Blakeley l» r»«fiuwl frnm th»
burning car by the girl In blue. His arm
la broken.
CHAPTER Vlll—Continued.
Her voice and my arm were bring
ing me to my senses. "I hear," I said.
"I—l'll sit up In a second. Are you
hurt?"
"No, only bruised. Do you think
you can walk?"
I drew up one foot after another,
gingerly.
"They seem to move all right," I
remarked dubiously. "Would you mind
telling me where the back of ray head
has gone? I can't help thinking It
isn't there."
She made a quick examination. "It's
pretty badly bumped," she said. "You
must have fallen on It."
I had got up on my uninjured elbow
by that time, but the pain threw me
back. "Don't look at the wreck." I
entreated her. "It's no sight fov- a
woman. If —if there Is any way to tie
up this arm, I might be able to do
something. There may be people un
der those ears!"
"Then It la too late to help," she re
plied solemnly. A little shower of
feathers, each carrying its fiery lamp,
blew over us from some burning pil
low. A part of the wreck collapsed
with a crash. In a resolute endeavor
to play a man's part in the U-agedy
going on all around. I got to my knees.
Then I realized what I had not no
ticed before: The hand and wrist of
the broken left arm were Jammed
through the handle of the sealskin
grip. I gasped and sat down sud
denly.
"You must not do that," the girl
insisted. I noticed now that she kept
her back to the wreck, her eyes avert
ed "The weight of the traveling bag
must be agony. Let me support the
valise until we can get it cut off."
"Will It have to be Cut off?" I
asked si calmly as possible. There
were red-hot stabs of agony clear to
my neck, but we were moving slowly
away from the track.
"Yes," she replied, with dumfound
lng coolness. "If I had a knife I
could do it myself. You might sit
here and lean against this fence."
By that time my returning faculties
had realized that she was going to cut
off the satchel, not the arm The diz
ziness was leaving and I was gradual
ly becoming myself.
"If you pull, It might come," I sug
gested. "And with that weight gone,
I think I will cease to be five feet
eleven inches of baby."
She tried gently to loosen the han
dle, but It would not move, and at last,
with great drops of cold perspiration
over me, I had to give up.
"I'm afraid I can't stand It," I said.
"But there's a knife somewhere around
these clothes, and if I can find It, per
haps you can cut tjie leather."
As I gave her tbe knife she turned
It over, examining it with a peculiar
expreeslon, bewilderment rather than
•urprlae. But she said nothing. She
set to work deftly, and In a few min
utes the bag dropped free.
"That's better," I declared, sitting
up. "Now, if you can pin my sleeve
to my coat, it will support the arm
so we can get away from here."
"The pin might give," she objected,
"and the Jerk would be terrible." She
looked around; puzzled; then she got
up, coming back in a minute with a
draggled, partly torched sheet. This
she tore into a large square, and after
she had folded It, she slipped it under
the broken arm and tied it securely
at tbe back of my neck.
Tha relief was Immediate, and, pick
ing up the sealskin bag, I walked slow
ly beside her, away from the track.
The first act whs over; the curtain
fallen. The scene was "struck."
CHAPTER IX.
Tha Halcyon Breakfast.
We wire still dased, I think, for we
wandered like two troubled
our one idea at first to get as far
eway as we could from the horror be
hind as. We were both bare headed,
grimy, pallid through the grit. Now
and then we met little groups of coun
try folk Hurrying to the track; they
•tared at up curiously, and some
wished to question us. But we hur
led past them? we bad put the wreck
behind us. That way lay madness.
Only once the girl turned and look
ed behind her. Tha wreck was hid
den. but the smoke cloud hung heavy
and dense. For the first time I re
membered that my companion had not
been alone on tbe train.
"It Is quiet here," I suggested. "If
ym vtU sit d*wn on the bank 1 will
go back and make some inquiries.
I'to been criminally thoughtless. Your
traveling companion—"
She interrupted me, and something
of her splendid poise waa gone.
"Please don't go back," she said. "I—
am afraid It would be of no use. And
—I don't want to be toft alone."
Heaven knows I did not want her to
be alone. I was more than content to
walk along beside her aimlessly, for
any length of time. Gradually, aa she
lost the exaltation of the moment, I
was gaining my normal condition of
mind. I was beginning to realize that
1 had lacked the morning grace of a
shave, that I looked like some lost
hope of yesterday, and that my left
shoe pinched outrageously. A man
does not rise triumphant above such
handicaps. The girl, for all her disor
dered hair and the crumpled linen of
her waist, In spite of her missing hat
and the small gold bag that hung for
lornly from a broken chain, looked ex
ceedingly lovely.
"Then I won't leave you alone," I
said manfully, and we stumbled on to
gether. Thus far we had seen no
body from the wreck, but well up the
lane we came across the tall dark
woman who had occupied lower 11.
She was half crouching beside the
road, her black hair about her shoul
ders, nnd an ugly bruise over her eye.
She did not seem to know us, and re
fused to accompany us. We left her
there at last, babbling Incoherently
and rolling In her hands a dozen peb
bles she had gathered In the road.
The girl shuddered aa we went on.
Once she turned and glanced at* my
bandage. "Doe* It hurt very much?"
she asked.
"It's growing rather numb. But It
might be worse," I answered menda
ciously. If anything in this world
could be worse, I had never experi
enced it.
And so we trudged on bareheaded
"Then It's Too Late to Help," She Replied, Bolemnly,
under the summer sun, growing
parched and dusty and weary, dogged
ly leaving behind us the pillar of
smoke. 1 thought I knew of a trolley
line somewhere in the direction we
were going, or perhaps we could find
a horse and trap to take us Into Bal
timore. The girl smiled when I sug
gested it.
"We will create a sensation, won't
we?" she asked. "Isn't it queer—or
perhaps it's my state of miild—but I
keep wishing for a pair of gloves,
when I haven't even a hat!"
When we reached the main road we
sat down for a moment, and her hair,
which had been coming loose for some
time, fell over, her shoulders In little
waves that, were moat alluring. It
seemed a pity to twist it up again,
but when I suggested this, cautiously,
she said It was troublesome and got
in her eyes when It was loose. So she
gathered it up, while I held a row of
little shell combs and pins, and when
it was done It was vastly becoming,
too. Funny about hair: ▲ man never
knows be haa It until he begins to
lose It, but it'a different with a girl.
Something of the unconventional situ
ation began to dawn on her as she put
in the last hair pin and patted some
stray locks to place.
"I have not told you my name,"
she said abruptly. "I forgot that be
cause I who you are, you know
nothing about me. lam Alison West,
and my home is in Richmond."
So that was it! Thia was the girl
t* photograph ee John Otlmore's
bedside tabla. Tfce girl McKnlght ex
pected to see In Richmond the next
day. Sunday! She waa on her way
back to meet him! Well, what differ
ence did It make, anyhow? We had
been thrown together by the merest
chance. In an hour or two at the
moat we would be back In civilization
ana she would recall me, if she re
membered me at all, as an unshaven
creature in a red cravat and tan shoes,
with a soiled Pullman sheet tied
around my neck. I drew a deep
breath.
"Just a twinge," I said, when she
glanced up quickly. "It's -very good
of you to let me know. Miss West. I
have been hearing delightful things
about you for three months."
"Prom Richey McKnlght?" She was
frankly curious. ~
"Yes. From Richey McKnlght," I
assented. Was It any wonder Mc-
Knlght was crazy about her? I dug
my heels into the dust.
"I have been visiting near Cresson,
in the mountains." Miss West was say
ing. "The person you mentioned, Mrs.
Curtis, was my hostess. We —we
were on our way to Washington to
gether." She spoke slowly, as If she
wished to give the minimum of expla
nation. Across her face had come
again the baffling expression of per
plexity and troubhr l iratf seen before.
"You were on your way home, I sup
pose? Richey—spoke about seeing
you." I floundered, finding It necessary
to say something. She looked at me
with level, direct eyes.
"No," she returned quietly. "I did
not intend to go home. I—well, it
doesn't matter; I am going home
now."
A woman in a calico dress, with
two children, each an exact duplicate
of the other, had come quickly down
the road. She took in the situation at
a glance, and was explosively hospit
able.
"You poor things." she said. "If
you'll take the first road to the left
over there, and turn In at the Becond
pigsty, you will find breakfast on the
table and a coffee pot on the stove.
And there's plenty of soap and water;
too. Don't say one word. There Isn't
a soul there to Bee you."-.
We accepted the Invitation and she
hurried on toward the excitement and
the railroad'. 1 got up carefully and
helped Mise West to her feet.
"At the second pigsty to the left," I
repeated, "we will find the breakfast
I promised you seven eternities ago.
Forward to the pigsty!"
We Bald very little for the remaind-
er of that walk. I had almost reached
the limit of endurance; with every
step the broken ends of the bone
grated together. We found the farm-,
house without difficulty, and I remem
ber wondering If 1 could hold out to
the end of the old stone walk that fed
between hedges to the door.
"Allah be praised," I said with all
the voice I could muster. "Behold the
I coffee pot!" And then I put down the
! cup and folded up like a jack-knife on
the porch floor.
When I came around something hot
was trickling down my neck, and a
despairing voice was sayThg, "Oh, I
don't seem to be arde to pour it. into
your mouth. Please open your eyes."
"But I don't want It In my eyes," I
replied dreamily. "I haven't any idea
what came over me. It was the shoes,
I think; the left one is a red-hot tor
ture." I was sitting by that time and
looking across into her face.
Never before or since have I faint
ed, but I would do it joyfully, a dozen
times a day. If t could waken again
to the blissful touch of soft fingers on
my face,, the hot ecstasy of coffee
spilled by those fingers down my neck.
There was a thrill in every tone of
her voice that morning. Before long
my loyalty to McKnlght would step
between me and the girl he loved;
life would develop new complexities.
In these early hours thg -Wreck,
full- of pain as they were'there was
nothing of the suspicion and distrust
that came later. Shorn of our gauds and
baubles, we were primitive man and
woman, together; our world for the
hour was the deserted farmhouse, the
slope ,of wheatfleld that led to the
road, the woodland lot, the pasture.
We breakfasted together across the
homely table. Our cheerfulness, at
flrat sheer reaction, became less forced
as we ate great slices of bread from
the oven back of the house,
and drank hot fluid that smelled like
coffee and tasted like nothing that I
have ever swallowed. We found cream
in stone Jars, sunk deep in the chill
water of the springhouse. And there
were eggs, great yellow-brown ones—
a basket of them.
So, like two children awakened from
a nightmare, we chatted over our food;
we hunted mutual friends, we
together at my feeble witticisms, bdt
we put the horror behind us resolute
ly. After all, it was the hat with
the green ribbons that brought back
the strangeness of the situation.
All along I had had the impression
that Alison West was deliberately put
"No, I Did Not Intend to Go Home."
ting out of her mind something that
obtruded now and then. It brought
with it a return of the puzzled expres
sion th§t I had Surprised early In the
day, before the wreck. I caught It
once, when, breakfast over, she was
tightening \he sling that held the
broken arm. I had prolonged the
morning meal as much as I could, but
when the wooden clock with the pink
roseß on the dial pointed to half after
ten, and the mother with the duplicate
youngsters had not come back, Miss
West made the move I had dreaded.'
"If we are to get Into Baltimore at
all we must start," she said, rising.
"You ought to see a doctor as soon as
possible."
"Hush," I said warnlngly. "Don't
mention the arm, please; It Is asleep
now. You may route it."
"If I only had a hat," she reflected.
"It wouldn't need to be much of one,
but —*" She gave a little cry and
darted to the corner. "Look," she
said triumphantly, "the very thing.
With the green streamers tied up In
a bow, like this —do you suppose the
child would mind? I can put $5 or
so here—that would buy a dozen of
them."
It was a queer affair of straw, that
hat, with a round crown and a rlm
that flopped dismally. With a single
movement she had turned it up at one
side and fitted it to her head. Gro
tesque by itself, when she wore it it
was a thing of Joy.
Evidently the lack of head covering
had troubled her, for she was elated
at her find. She left me, scrawling a
note of thanks and pinning It with a
bill to the table-cloth, and ran up
stairs to the mirror and the promised
soap and water.
I did not see h?r when she came
down. I had discovered a bench with
a tin basin outside the kitchen door,
and was washing, in a helpless, one
sided way. I felt rather than saw that
she was standing In the doorway, and
I made a final plunge Into the basin.
"How is It possible for a man with
only a right hand to wash his left
ear?" I agked from the roller towel. I
was distinctly uncomfortable: Men are
more rigidly creatures of conven
tion than women, whether they admit
It or not. "There Is so much soap en
me still that if I laugh I will blow
bubbles. Washing with rain water
and home-made'soap Is like motoring
on a slippery road. I only struck the
high places."
Then, having achieved a brilliant
polish with the towel, I looked at the
girl.
She was leaning against the frame
of the door, her face perfebtly color
less, her breath coming in slow, dif
ficult respirations. The erratic hat
.was plntfed to place, but It had slid
raklshly to one side. When I real
ized that she was staring, not at me,
but past me to the road along which
we had come, I turned and followed
her gaze. There was no one in sight;
the lane stretched dust white in the
sun —no moving figure on It, no sign
of life.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Cold and Aloof.
"Lora Curzon, during the visit that
ended in his marriage t.O Miss Lelter
proved very interesting in his cold,
proud way."
The speaker, a Chlcagoan, smiled
and resumed:
"Cold and proud as young George
Curzon was, he regarded the house of
lords as colder and prouder. He told
me once that when he asked his fa
ther If his first speech in the house
of lords had been difficult the old gen*
tleman replied;
" 'Difficult! It was like addressing
sheeted tombstones by torchlight!"'
A Mother's Anxiety.
Willie—hu, can't I go out on the
street for a little while? Tommy
Jones says there's a comet to be
seen. • •
Mother —Well, yes; but don't yos
go too near.—Boston Transari^.
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