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THIRTEENTH STORY
The Goad of Jealousy.
When Tom Wolcott came to his
lenses, la the hospital, his first
thought was that he had been trans-
ported to Paradise.
For, above the Injured man, leaned
Bomeonu who surely could be nothing
(ess than au angel.
Presently she moved away. And
Tom Olcott, closing his bloodshot eyes,
tried to think—to remember.
Little by little the events of the
day drifted back Into his confused
mind. lie recalled going, as usual, to
his physical culture school; chatting
a moment with MInua Blair, his splen-
didly efficient assistant; then going
Into the gymnasium where the first
class of the morning awaited him.
He remembered showing one of his
more stupid pupils an easy trick on the
"rings." Then, us he had swung from
one set of rings to the next, he had
heard the snapping of a defective
rope, lie remembered plunging down-
ward; fur beyond the friendly shel-
ter of the mat, headforemost on the
hardwood floor.
While he was digesting these un-
pleasant discoveries the vision In
white re-entered the room. And now,
his sight growing clearer, he saw she
was no fever-born apparition, but n
trained nurse; also that she was the
very prettiest and most winsome girl
he had ever beheld.
"How did I get here?" ^
The nurse replied:
"You were injured while, you were
conducting a class at yotirphysical
culture school. Your collar-bone Is
fractured, and so Is your right wrist.
And you are suffering from shock.
There was concusslou of the brain,
too. Hut you've come very nicely out
of that."
"What Is your name?" he asked
with au almost childish bluntness.
"My nume Is Olive Ilale," she made
answer, adding with mock severity,
"and now you must stop talking und
try to get some sleep."
The weeks of forced Idleness that
followed would have been torture to
Tom Olcott's active body and mind,
but for Olive Hale's almost constant
presence in his sickroom.
The only cloud athwart their
romance's dawning sun was caused by
Minna Blair's frequent visits to her
Injured employer. Whenever Minna
had spent a half hour at Tom's bed-
side Olive's manner toward him was
distantly frigid for the rest of the
day.
One afternoon Minna came to the
hospital for her twlce-a-week call.
Olive Hale was In the room when the
visitor entered, but she at once rose
with a stlflf nod and went out.
"I've news for you, Mr. Olcott," she
began. "I hope you'll take It as good
uews, though I'm afraid it'll put you
out In more ways than one."
"What is it?" lazily asked Tom,
amused by her formal preamble.
"Henry Wllklns usked me last eve-
ning to marry him."
"Henry Wllklns?" echoed Tom In
displeased surprise. "That ugly-tem-
pered, human bank account?"
"Don't call him names, please,"
begged Minna.
"Why not?" protested Tom. "It's,
the truth."
"Because," explained Minna, "I've
promised to marry him."
"No!" cried Tom, dumfounded.
"I have," she repeated. "And I am
as much in love with him as I could
be with anyone. He Is well-off. And
tie adores me. I won't have to worry
any longer about earning a living,
and—"
"And you'll earn a living In the
hardest way ever devised," he retort-
ed, "if you earn it by a loveless mar-
riage."
"Don't let's say anything more about
It, please," urged Minna. "It only
makes me unhappy. And I've given
Henry my promise. I'm sorry to leave
you without an assistant. Henry
wants to marry me at once. But I've
persuaded him to wait until you get
back to the school. I'll keep the
classes going till then."
"By that time." replied Tom, "I may
have some oews of my own for you.
1 hope so, with all my heart I'm
heels-over-head in love, Minna. I
haven't had the nerve, yet, to tell her
go. But—"
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WOODROW
AUTHOR OF "THE SIL
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PEARL," ETC
NOVELIZED FROM THE SE-
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SAME NAME RELEASED BY
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"Oh, I'm so glad, Mr. Olcott!" broke
.In Minna, clasping his uninjured hand
In botli of hers and smiling down at
him In eager sympathy. "I'm so glad 1
Who—?"
The opening of the door caused
them both to turn. But not soon
enough. On the threshold stood Olive
Hale, a clinical thermometer In her
hand.
Utterly misreading the meaning of
their attitude, Olive turned sharply
on her heel and left the room, shutting
the door behind her.
Presently unother nurse came in
with the thermometer. Nor did Olive
appear In Tom's room again that day.
Tom, when the second nurse had de-
parted, broke out in dismay:
"What In blazes can be the matter
with Miss Hale, Minna?"
"Is—Is she the girl you're In love
with, Mr. Olcott?" usked Minna. "You
looked at her us if she were an angel
of light."
"She is!" declared Tom. "She's all
that and then some. But she seemed,
Just now, to be offended at me. Why,
do you suppose?"
"Perhaps," ventured Minna, "per-
haps she didn't like my holding your
hand."
"Nonsense I" laughed Tom. "Why,
I've told her ail about you a dozen
times. Besides, she knows you don't
care u snap for me, except as a good
old chum. Olive Is too perfect to let
herself be Jeulous. But—but I almost
wish she were. It would show she
cared. What am 1 to do, Minna, to
square myself?"
"Let me think," mused Minna; then,
"why not send her some (lowers? A
dozen Americnn beauties, for in-
stance?"
"Fine I" applauded Tom. "Fine and
dandy! I've never yet given her n
present. I've never been where I
could buy one. Get the roses for her,
won't you, on the way home?"
Minna Blair departed, promising to
attend to the commission at once.
Half an hour later an enormous sheaf
of American Beauty roses was hand-
ed to Olive by a hospital orderly.
Olive's face flushed with pleasure at
sight of the magnificent flowers. Then
her glance fell on Tom Olcott's card
In the bottom of the long florist box.
With a frown and a tightening of
(he lips she thrust the roses careless-
ly back Into their box, along with the
card, and handed the box Itself to the
grinning orderly.
"Carry those up to Room 40," she
bade him, "and give them to Mr. Ol-
cott. Tell him I say he must have
sent them to me by mistake."
Tom duly received his rejected gift
and the curt message. But that was
the last word lie had from Olive Hule
for many a long day.
At last came a morning when he
was fully dressed and, with his right
arm and shoulder still In the plaster
cast, was helped out upon the hospital
veranda for an airing. There he was
Installed In one of a line of long
chairs with several other convales-
cents as near neighbors.
Then, all at once, Tom's Inspection
of his fellow-sufferers ceased. lie felt
as though the sun had burst through
a pall of clouds.
For, along the veranda, toward him,
Olive Hale was hurrying.
Olive was carrying a glass partly
filled with a greasy-looking brownish
medicine. She did not meet Tom's
brightly welcoming smile, nor turn her
head In response to his eager word of
greeting.
Instead she walked past him with-
out a look and paused beside the chair
of a big longshoreman.
"It Is time for your tonic, Hirsch,"
Tom heard her say, pleasantly.
The longshoreman looked up at her
with a scowl.
"Take that stuff away, you smirk-
ing little fool, or I'll hand you u wal-
lop over the head!"
As he spoke the longshoreman flung
out one of his hamlike hands to re-
enforce his threat. The big hand
struck hard against Olive's extended
arm. The glass was knocked out of
her grasp. Its muddy contents cas-
caded down the front of her white
dress.
An involuntary cry from the girl
was answered by a growl of animal
rage from Tom Olcott. Forgetful of
his own weakness and remembering
only the affront offered to the girl he
loved, Tom had sprung from his chair
and hurled himself bodlljr upon the
swearing longshoreman.
With l ls one available fist Tom
iMided a blow on Hlrsch's face that, '
ordinarily, would have seut the brute
to sluinberlund.
The longshoreman grappled with his
feebler opponent, seeking to crush him
under superior weight.
Tom, holding his own as best he
could with the prowess of his tired
left arm, felt his partly healed right
shoulder blade break again, under
the concussion of Hlrsch's fist. Stung
to fresh wrath by the pain, he drove
Ids left fist once more Into Hlrsch's
face.
Before he could follow up the blow
the orderlies threw themselves be-
tween the combutants.
Tom opened his eyes In his own
room in the hospital. And, for the In-
stant, he fancied he was back again
at that first hour of ills urrlval there.
For Olive Hale was leaning above
him, her fiowerllke face alight with
pity and admiration. Dully Tom
noted thut she was very pale and that
she had been crying.
"Oh, how splendid of you!" she
sobbed. "You are a hero to have at-
tacked that great brute for my sake!"
"No," denied Tom, unsteadily. "Not
a hero. A dub. A hero Is a chap
who wins. A dub loses. I lost. You're
—you're crying!" he broke off, in won-
der.
"It Is because I'm so ashamed of
myself," wept Olive. "I've treated
you so nbomlnably. Those darling
flowers you sent me and all! What
business was It of mine if you're en-
gaged to Miss Blair?"
"Engaged to Minna Blair?" ex-
claimed Tom. "Why, what nonsense!
She's going to marry Henry Wllklns,
one of my patients. She came to tell
me so, that day. She got excited at
something I said and caught hold of
my hand, and—"
"Oh, forgive me! Forgive me!"
walled the girl. "I was so foolish!
So wickedly foolish! And I've been
so horribly unhappy all this time!"
"Olive!" demanded Tom, a ring of
glad triumph in his voice. "Were you
unhappy because you thought I cared
for Minna Blair?"
"Yes. Yes. And because—"
He reached upward with his unhurt
left arm and drew her face down to
his.
After awhile, when they had ex-
hausted the beautiful inanities of
love's sweet litany, Olive drew back
and said with a timid seriousness:
"Dear, I have a confession to make.
I've a fault—a grievous fault—that
has stood between you and me from
the first. It Is—Jealousy."
"Don't let that worry you, little
girl," was his light answer. "Jealousy
Is no crime. It is a sign of love."
"It is a crime, Tom," she insisted.
"And it'B not a sign of love, but of
distrust. Love and trust ought to go
together."
The next few months were n period
of absolute happiness to the lovers.
Tom's shoulder soon healed, under
Olive's careful nursing. But he did
not go back to his physical culture
school. Instead he branched out In
a business venture that was a suc-
cess from the very beginning.
With Ills own savings and some
money that Olive had Inherited, he
opened an institution for wealthy
health seekers—a place somewhat
similar to Muldoon's or Adam's.
Tom and Olive were married, with
splendid prospects for lasting financial
success, and settled down to a blissful
life together In a wing of the new
"Institute."
Olive made a gnllant fight to keep
her promise not to be Jealous. And
for a time she succeeded admirably.
When Olive saw him take hold of
a pretty woman's two hands and
show her how to swing a pair of In-
dian clubs, she was In misery.
Sho surrendered herself utterly to
the fault of the day when Minua
came to the Institute.
Tom was sitting In his office that
afternoon when the visitor walked in
upon him. He looked up in umazed
pleasure at sight of his former as-
sistant.
"Why, Minna Blair—Minna Wrllklns,
I mean!" he cried, hurrying forward
to greet her. "What good wind blows
you here? It's a sight for sore eyes
to look at you again."
He checked himself In his garrulous
speech of welcome and scauned Min-
na's face more carefully.
"What's the matter?" he demanded.
"You look ill."
"I'm not 111," she made weary an-
swer. "I'm only tired and unhappy.
Miserably unhappy. I've come to you
for advice and for rest. You were
right about a loveless marriage. And
you were right nbout Henry Wllklus.
He and 1 have separated."
"You poor, dear little girl I" Tom
was saying to her In quick sympathy
when Olive came into the office.
Olive heard the words and the tone
of tense feeling In which they were
spoken. She saw and misread Minna's
look of gratitude toward her old em-
ployer. And the Green Dragon leaped
Into undisputed possession of her
heart.
"You remember Minna, don't you,
dear?" Tom hailed his wife. "Well,
she's all run down and in bad shape.
She Is coming to stay with us here
till we can build her up again. And
as much longer us we can cajole her
Into staying."
Olive bowed freezlngly to the vis-
itor, ignoring the latter's proffered
hand, then made au excuse to leave
the office.
Once outside, Olive broke Into a run.
Nor did she pause until she was in
her own room behind locked doors.
Throwing herself face downwnrd on
the bed she yielded to a spasm of
wild weeping.
All her olden Jealousy had once
more possessed her at sight of Minna.
She struggled for self-control, decid-
ing to say nothing; but to watch the
couple without rousing their sus-
picions and make certain whether or
not her fears were Justified.
As she formulated this resolve she
got up, crossed the room to the wash-
stand and began to bathe her redly
swollen eyes. A tap at the door made
her turn the key lu the lock. Tom
came in.
"What ailed you." he asked, "to run
away like that, without even a word
of welcome for Minna? She's hurt at
the way you greeted her. She thinks
you don't want her here. But I've ex-
plained to her how absurd that no-
tion Is. Your eyes look as If you'd
been crying."
"I—I have an unbearable headache,"
lied Olive. "I've had it all day. I
came to the office to get you to give
me some medicine for It. But I didn't
like to speak to you about it before
a stranger. That Is why I came away
so suddenly."
"I'm sorry!" said Tom, all his re-
sentment dying out at thought of her
suffering. "Walt a minute and I'll
get you something for your head."
He left the room, coming back a
little later with a stoppered phial.
"Take half a teaspoonful of this In
a glass of water," he said, handing
her the bottle. "And If the head isn't
well In two hours you can take un-
other dose of the same size. But
don't take more than that."
"Why not?" she asked, listlessly,
eying the phial. "Is It dangerous?"
"It's a heart depressant," he said,
"like all coal-tar products. For In-
stance, a tablespoonful of It would
probably put your heart out of busi-
ness forever. So be careful."
With Minna's arrival, life at the
Institute took a new turn. Mlnnu de-
clared that she would get much bet-
ter rest and recreation by helping Tom
with his other patients than by lolling
all day In bed.
This naturally meant that he and
she were frequently closeted together
In his office, consulting about the vari-
ous cases or mapping out new lines
of treatment. And Olive's cup of Jeul-
ous wretchedness was filled to over-
flowing. Once Minna said to Tom In
Impulsive enthusiasm over her new
work:
"I'm so happy here with you! I
never will go back to him! Never!"
And Tom, touched by her words, an-
swered :
"You know how much I think of
you, Minna. But you mustn't make
any resolutions you'll be sorry for."
The day following this harmless
dialogue Tom and Minna were sitting
nt the office desk reviewing some of
the exerclse-aud-development charts,
when the door of the office was flung
open and a man stamped noisily into
the room unannounced. At sight of
him Minna sprang to her feet.
"Henry!" she gasped In alarm.
"Mr. Wllklns," said Tom, coldly,
"It Is my custom to meet visitors in
the reception room, not in here. If
you came to see your wife—"
"Yes," intervened Wllklns, speaking
almost Incoherently In his anger, "I
did come here to see my wife. I came
to see you, too. Look at this letter!
I got It In this morning's mall."
He slammed down upon the desk a
sheet of paper on which, In a palpably
disguised hand, were written the
words:
"Some husbands are wise. They
watch their wives. Some husbands
are fools. They let their wives get
out of their sight. If you are wise
you will take your wife away from
the Olcott institute.
"ONE WHO KNOWS."
"What Is the meaning of this?" de-
manded Tom, tossing aside the anony-
mous note with an exclamation of
contempt.
"It means you are trying to steal my
wife from me!" flared Wllklns. "It
means she—"
"Henry 1" pleaded Mlnnat in fright.
She clung to Tom's arm terrified as
her husband strode toward them.
None of the three noted that Olive had
come into the office.
"You are drunk or insane, Mr. Wll-
klns," said Tom. "In either case—"
"In either case,** bellowed Wllklns,
"I'm going to thrash the cur who stole
my wife from me."
He made a bull-rush at Tom. The
latter, with ridiculous ease, eluded the
clumsy attack, and, with a quick half-
arm jolt sent Wllklns sprawling on
the rug.
Wllklns was up again at once and
charged his nimbler foe, only to find
himself deftly caught In a "double
Nelson" that left him powerless and
choking.
Now then," asked Tom, "wfll yon
go, or shall I break your neck? I
leave the choice entirely to you."
Before Wllklns could sputter a re-
ply Olive stepped forward from the
doorway. Straight up to the trembling
Minna she came.
"Leave this house at once!" ahe or-
dered, shrilly.
"Olive!" cried Tom.
"This woman goes," flashed his
wife, "or I go!"
"And you go, too!" Tom growled to
Wllklns, releasing him. "But If ever
again I hear of you ill-treating Minna
I'll break your neck and every bone
In your body. Minna, I feel worse
about this than you can. If ever I
can be of help to you—"
The door closed on Wllklns and his
unhappy wife in the midst of Olcott's
apology. Tom whirled about upon
Olive.
"What do you mean by ordering my
assistant out of the house?" he asked,
harshly.
"I did more than that!" retorted
Olive, as angry as he. "I wrote the
letter that brought her husband here."
"You? My wife?" stammered Tom,
aghast. "You sank to the dirty trick
of writing au anonymous letter? I—I
can't believe It."
"It is less easy to believe," she
fuged, "than to believe that that wom-
an should boast of being 'so happy
here with you' and that she would
'never go back?' And you said to
her: 'You know how much I think of
you!' and you warned her not to de-
cide on anything she might bo sorry
for."
"How do you know that?" snapped
Tom. "That talk occurred here lu my
office. The door was shut."
The usually neat office looked as If
a cyclone had struck It. A chair had
been upset. The desk papers lay ev-
erywhere. A large picture, struck by
the flying shoulders of one of the two
bnttlers, had fallen from Its cord, and
lay on the floor, Its glass shattered.
Tom stooped to pick up the chair.
And Ills eyes fell upon the section of
the wall, In front of which the dis-
placed picture had hung.
Against the wall surface showed a
black rubber disk. Tom looked at It
for a moment, then sputtered in unbe-
lieving horror:
"A dictaphone!"
"Yes!" assented Olive, anger sweep-
ing her now beyond all fear of con-
sequences. "A dictaphone. I had It
Installed there, two days ago, when
you were away. It connects with my
room. And I heard enough to—"
"And this Is the woman I was crazy
enough to marry I" groaned Tom. "A
woman who sinks to anonymous let-
ters and to spying on me with a dic-
taphone ! Good Lord!"
"If you were not guilty," she an-
swered viciously, "there would be no
need—"
l'If you were not Insane with cause-
less Jealousy," he stormed, "it would
never have occurred to you to suspect
me. As for guilt, I can look my maker
In the face and swear I have been
true to you In thought and word and
deed. You know I am telling the
truth when I say It. The Green Dra-
gon has you by the throat. Olive. And
he can never be shaken off. I see that
now."
"Toml" she faltered, convinced,
despite her baser self, of the man's In-
nocence.
But It was too late. The injustice
to which he had been exposed had
sunk Into Tom Olcott's very soul, driv-
ing out all gentler thoughts.
"This Is the end!" he said, abruptly.
"I have stood your Jealous suspicion
for the last time. It has wrecked
our happiness, and I am not going to
let It wreck what remains of my life."
"What do you mean?"
"I am going away," ho replied. "At
once. The institute Is yours, to do
what you choose with. And make
what you choose of your life, now that
you've blighted mine. I'm through
with you."
He strode out of the room. Snatch-
ing up a hat from the hall rack he
left the house.
For many minutes Tom Olcott
walked on, his brain afire with resent-
ment. Then the rush of cool air In his
face and the exercise of Ills brisk walk
combined gradually to make him
calmer.
"She can't help It," he found him-
self muttering. "It's born In her. I—
I must go back. She needs me."
Dusk had fallen when Tom re-en-
tered the house. He went at once to
the wing of the building which he re-
served for Olive and himself.
He tapped at the door of Olive's
room. Receiving no answer he en-
tered. The room was dark. His hand
groped for the electric button, and a
pressure of his finger flooded the
whole place with light.
On the bed lay Olive, very white,
very still. At her side was the phial
of heart-depressant—empty.
The Green Dragon had claimed his
own. It was easy to place the blaine
on It but when It really comes to de-
ciding Who's Guilty in similar cases
parents and teachers must also beaf
their share of the burden.
(END OF THIRTEENTH STOBX.)
WESTERN CANADA LEADS
AS WHEAT PRODUCER
342.000,000 Bushels Wheat in
1915; In 1916 Many Farm-
ers Paid for Their Land
Out of Their Crop.
That Western Canada Is Indeed
"Mistress of Wheat" to the extent that
Its 1915 crop exceeded, acre for acre,
the production of uny country on this
continent is a striking fact proved by
the following figures:
In 1915 the Dominion of Canada pro-
duced 370,000,000 bushels of wheat,
w hich represented an average yield of
29 bushels to the acre. The United
States produced 1,011,505,000 bushels,
yield of 17 bushels per acre. The only
serious competitors In wheat produc-
tion In South America were Argeutlne,
with 178,221,000 bushels, or less than
12 bushels per acre, and Chile, with
19,000,000 bushels or 13 bushels per
acre.
The three Western Canadian prairie
provinces of Manitoba, Saskatchewan
and Alberta produced between them
342,000,000 bushels out of the "total Ca-
nadian 370,000,000 bushels. It will be
seen, therefore, that, outside of the
United States, Western Canada pro-
duced considerably more than the com-
bined production of North and South
America. Canada Is of course u new-
settled country, and the fact that the
crop of the United States was practi-
cally three times as much Is no dis-
couragement. The United States has
at present more than twelve times the
population of Canada In approximately
the same area.
To Illustrate further the greater pro-
ductiveness of Wrestern Canadian land,
we submit the following figures, show-
ing the 1915 yields per acre In the
three provinces of Western Canada
and in the states which In that year
produced the greatest quantity of
wheat. The figures are taken from the
U. S. department of agriculture's an-
nual report and from the figures of the
Dominion census bureau:
Bushels per
acre 1915
All Canada 29
Western Canada only 291-5
Province of Manitoba 28 4-5
Province of Saskatchewan 281-2
Province of Alberta 32 4-5
United States, all 17
Montana 201-2
Washington 251-5
Wisconsin 22 3-4
Ohio ;20 2-5
Iowa 19 4-5
Illinois 19
Pennsylvania 181-2
Nebraska 18 2-5
North Dakota 181-5
Indiana 171-5
South Dakota 171-10
Minnesota 17
Texas 151-2
Virginia 13 4-5
Kansas 121-2
Missouri 12 3-10
Oklahoma 113-5
In 191G the crop was not as heavy,
but the yields In many districts were
very large. So large, Indeed, was the
acreage under cultivation In 1915 that
the resulting crop proved too large to
be all threshed the same fall. It over-
loaded railroads, and made marketing
slow. A less amount of fall plowing
was done than would have been done
In a h'ss heavy year, because the aver-
age farmer was too busy with his
threshing. All these conditions neces-
sarily reacted upon the acreage
seeded In the spring of 1910. Add to
this that labor last year, owing to the
great number of Canadians who have
enlisted, was scarce and lilgh-priced,
and one factor in the decreased yield—
smaller acreage under crop was evi-
dent.
Another factor is that this year
Western Canada has experienced, in
common with the entire North Ameri-
can continent, conditions that have
been less favorable to the production
of big crops. The conditions have re-
sulted In smaller yield per acre and
reduced grade of grain In certain local-
ities.
The average yield of wheat in the
three western provinces is estimated
by the government at about 10 bushels
per acre, oats 43 bushels, and barley
27 bushels.
The financial value of their crops to
Western Canadian farmers has been
greater this year than ever before.
Owing to the high prices of grain that
are prevailing, returns have been re-
ceived that are extremely profitable.
With wheat standing at the present
time nt over $1.90 per bushel at the
Great Lakes, a wheat crop at present
figures would pay the farmer, even
supposing he had only the average of
10 bushels per acre, over $30.00 per
icre. A large number are receiving
foO.OO per acre—some have received
J75.00, and a few even more than that.
This price of course, la not all profit;
It represents the gross return, and the
cost of operation must be deducted,
but It does not, even nt the highest fig-
ures, cost more than 05 cents to raise
a bushel of wheat In Western Canada,
so that the profit can be figured accord-
ingly. It must be emphasized that the
acre which produces a $30.00 crop costs
in the first case, probably less than
flint. In the United States the same
class of land would cost In many dis-
tricts from $100 to $200 per acre, and
ven then n return of $30.00 would be
•onsldered extremely satisfactory. In
Western Canada the best class of ag-
ricultural land, capable of producing
rops that In size compare with any
untry In the world except, perhaps,
me European countries, can be ob-
tained at, on the average, from $20 to
$30 per acre, with Irrigated lands some-
what higher. It Is no exaggeration
whatever to say that a number of
Western Cunadlan farmers have paid
for their lund entirely from the pro-
ceeds of last year's crop, and this In-
cludes men who last year began for the
first time.—Advertisement.
JUST TOLD WHAT HE KNEW
Witness' Effort to Comply With Law-
yer's Demand on a Par With Diffi-
culty of Simplifying Laws.
Apropos of President Wilson's de-
sire to simplify laws and legal pro-
cesses, Senator Henry It. Hollis of
New Hampshire said In Concord:
"It Is true, as the president points
out, that all other countries of first
rank have simplified their laws. We,
too, will come to It in time. But it Is
a difficult proposition.
"It's a proposition that gets the kind
of reception everywhere that the law-
yer's demand got. This lawyer said to
a witness:
" 'Now, my man, tell us only what
you know. Don't tell us what some
other person knows, or what you
heard, or what you think, or anything
of that kind. Tell us what you know
only. Only what you know.'
"The witness gave a solemn nod of
assent.
" 'I know,' he said, with emphasis
on every word, 'I know, sir, that Kill
Sloan said that Jim Alden told him
that he heerd Joe Schemm's wift tell
Joe Adams' daughter that her man
said Tom Bailey wasn't fur off whea
the scrap took place, and he heerd say
they fit each other all 'round thut bar-
room right considerable.'"
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No sick headache, sour stomach,
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Get a 10-cent box now.
Turn the rascals out—the headache^
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Millions of men and women take a
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Don't put In another day of distress.
Let Cascarets cleanse your stomach;
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A Cascaret to-night straightens you
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and bowel action for months. Chil-
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Couldn't Remember.
"Before we were married," sobbed
Angelina, "did you not always call me
your little drop of cream?"
"Well, you know," answered Har-
old, "cream turns sour If you keep It
long enough. I was a fool when I mar-
ried you."
"And didn't you tell me you had
plenty of money behind you?" asked
Angelina.
"That was correct. I lived In front
of a bank," the wily Harold replied.
'And you never tuke me out uow,"
said the wee wlfle.
"Not since you took me In," was
Harold's cold rejoinder. "I used to
enjoy single life, but now I'm that mis-
erable I don't know myself until I feel
in my empty pockets; then It's easy
to remember who I am."
Whenever You Need a General Tonic
Take Grove's
The Old Standard Grove's Tasteless
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Unmarried and Crossl
"Pop!"
"Yes, my son."
"My schoolteacher Isn't married, la
she?"
"No, I believe not, my boy."
"What makes her so cross, then,
pop?"—Yonkers Statesman.
AVOID A DOCTOR'S BILL
on the first of the month by taking
now a bottle of Mansfield Cough Bal-
sam for that hacking, hollow cough.
Price 25c and 50c.—Adv.
Natural Question.
Mrs. Gayly—I read of a hen yestei*
day that was worth a fabulous amount
of money.
Jack Golltely—Well, what did sh#
do—marry a chorus man?—Judge.
l>r. Pierce's Favorite Prescription maker
weak women strong, sick women well n
alcohol. Sold in tablets or liquid.—Adv.
Survival of the Fittest
Hart Schaffner—I sure hope the
tailor gives me a fit.
Stein Block—Never mind. You'll
probnbly have one If he doesn't.—
From Chaparral.
Some Shot.
He—If you refuse me I will blow
out my brains.
She—You flatter yourself I—Puck.
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