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STOLEN
SINGER.
MARTHA BELLINGER
co/°y/r/cwr /?// th? eoabo-m/miu company
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starboard one evening when th<J aun
was low; and as the plumes of spray
from the incoming waves rose high in
the air a rainbow formed Itself In
the fleeting mist. It was a fairy pic-
ture, repeating itself two or three
times, no more.
"That's my symbol of hope," said
Aleck quite impersonally, to anybody
who chose to hear.
Mr. Chamberlain turned to Aleck
with his ready courtesy. "Not thwonly
one you have received, I hope, on this
charming voyage."
Madame Reynier was ready with her
pleasant word. "Aren't we all sym-
bols for you—if not of hope, then of
your success as a host? We've lost
our aches and our pains, our nerves
and ,our troubles; all gone overboard
from the Sea Gull."
"You're all tremendously good to
me, I know that," said Aleck, his
slow words coming with great sin-
cerity.
Melanie kept silence, but she re-
membered the rainbow.
Tbe headland was the landward end
of a small island, one part of which
was thickly wooded. A large unused
house stood in a clearing, evidently
once a rather pretentious summer resi-
dence, though now there were many
signs of dilapidation. The pier on the
beach had been almost entirely beaten
down by storms, and a Bmall, flimsy
slip had taken its place, running far
down into the water A thin line of
smoke rose from the chimney of one
of the outbuildings; and while they
looked and listened the raucous cry
of a peacock came to them over the
still water. Presently Chamberlain
suggested:
"I feel it in my bones that there'll
be lobsters over there to be had for
the asking. I heard your man say he
wanted lobsters. Van; and I believe
I'll row over there and see. I'm feel-
ing uncommonly fit and need some ex-
ercise."
"All right, I'll go too," s^ld Aleck.
"I'll bet a bouquet that I beat you
rowing over—Miss Reynier to furnish
the bouquet!" was Chamberlain's next
proposition. "Do you agree to that,
my lady?"
"And pray, where should 1 get
bouquet?
"Oh, the next time we get on land.
And we won't put up with any old bou-
quet of juniper buBhes and rocks,
either. We want a good, old-fash-
ioned round bouquet of garden posies,
with mignonette round the edge and a
rose In the middle; a sure-enough
token of esteem—that kind of thing,
you know. Is It a bargain. Miss Rey-
nier?"
"Very well, it is a bargain." agreed
Melanie; "but I shall choose bachelors'
buttons!"
So they took the tender and got off,
with a great show of exactness as to
time and strictness of rules. Madame
Reynier was to hold the watch, and
Aleck was to wave a white handker-
chief the minute they touched sand.
Mr. Chamberlain was to give a like
signal when they started back The
yacht slowed down and held her place
as nearly as possible.
Chamberlain pulled a great oar. and
was. in fact, far superior to Aleck in
point of skill; but his stroke waa not
well adapted to the choppy waves in-
shore. He had learned It on the
Bleepy Cam. where the long, gliding
blade counts best. The men stayed
ashore a long time, disappearing en-
tirely beyond the clump of trees that
screened the outbuildings. When they
reappeared, an old man was with
them, following them down to the
boat. Then the white handkerchief
appeared, and the boat started on its
return.
Aleck profited by Chamberlain's
work, and made the boat leap forward
bv a shorter, almost Jerky stroke. He
came back easily with five minutes to
spare
"Good work!" said Mr. Chamber-
lain "You have me beaten, and you'll
get the bachelors' buttons; but you
had the tide with you."
- Nonsense! I had tbe lobsters ex-
tra!" asserted Aleck.
• Well, if you had been born an Eng-
lishman. we'd make a oarsman out
of you yet!"
"Huh!" said Aleck.
Put they hud news to tell the ladlea.
and while they were having their
dinner their thoughts weri turned to
fairly prosperous agricultural com- [ another matter. The island. It ap
munity. I'nder the shadow of the hills peared. had for some years been aban
were staid little homes, or fresh paint-1 doned by its owner, and its only In
ed smart cottages Sometimes a bold
nick-bank formed the shore for miles
and miles and the hills would vanish
for a space Here and there were
headlands formed by mighty boalders.
Against which the waves endlessly
•lashed end as endlessly foamed back
lalo the s.
8YNOPSIS.
A Kit ha Redmond, opera singer, starting
for an auto drive In New York, flnds a
stranger sent a« her chauffeur. Leaving
tile car. «he goes Into the park to read
the will of an old friend of her mother,
who has left her property. There she is
accosted by a stranger, who follows her
to the auto, climbs In and chloroforms
her. James Hambleton of Lynn. Mass..
witnesses the abduction of Agatha Ked-
tnund. Hambleton sees Agatna forcibly
taken aboard a yacht. He secures a tug
and when near the yacht drops oyer-
ftoard. Aleck Van Camp, friend of Ham-
bleton, had an appointment with him- Not
meeting Hambleton, he makes a call upon
trlpnds. Madame and Miss Melanie Rey-
nier. He proposes to the latter and Is re-
fused. The three arrange a coast trip
n Van Camp's yacht, the Sea Gull.
Hambleton wakes up on board the Jeanne
D'Arc, the yacht on which Is Agatha
Redmond. His clothes and money belt
have been taken from him. He meets a
man who introduces himself as Monsieur
Chatelard. who Is Agatha's abductor,
they fight, but are interrupted by the
•inking of the vessel. Jimmy and Agatha
are both abandoned by the crew, who
take to the boats. Jimmy and Agatha
swim for hours and Anally reach shore
in a thoroughly exhausted condition. Re-
covering slightly, the pair find Hand, the
chauffeur who assisted In Agatha s ab-
duction. He agrees to help them. Jim is
delirious and on the verge of death, nana
goes for help. He returns with Dr.
Thayer, who revives Jim, and the party
Is conveyed to Charlesport, where Aga-
tha's property Is located. Dr. Thayer is
the brother of Agatha's benefactor.
CHAPTER XII.—Continued.
But such a condition was, after all,
more apparent than real. In hla heart
Aleck knew that he did love Melanie
"enough," however much that might
be. He loved her enough to want,
not only and not mainly, what she
could give to him; but he wanted the
happiness of caring for her, cherish-
ing her, rewarding her faith with his
own. She had not seen that, and it
was his problem to make her Bee It.
There was only one way. And so, In
forgetting himself, forgetting his
wants, his comforts, his studies and
hla masculine will—herein was the
bloasoming of Aleck's soul.
Melanie instinctively felt the sub-
tle change, and knew in her hefcrt
that Aleck had won the day, though
she still treated their engagement as
an open question. Aleck would read
to her in his simple, unaffected man-
ner, sometimes with Madame Reynier
and Mr. Chamberlain also for audi-
ence, sometimes to her alone. And
since they lived keenly and loved, all
books spoke to them of their life or
their love. A line, a phrase, a thought,
would ring out of the record, and each
would be glad that the other had
heard that thought; sometime they
would talk It all over. They learned
to laugh at their own whimsical preju-
dices, and then InslBted on them all
the harder; they learned, each from
the other, some bit of robust optimism,
some happiness of vision, some
further reach of thought.
After they had read, they would play
at quoits, struggling sternly against
each other; or Chamberlain would ex-
amine Melanie in nautical lore; or to-
gether. In the evening, they would
trace the constellations In the heav-
ens. During their first week they were
in the edge of a Btorm for a night and
a day; but they put Into harbor where
they were comfortable and safe, and
merry as larks through It all.
So, day by day. Aleck hedged Me-
lanie about with his love. Was she
thoughtful? He let her take, as she
would, his thoughts, the best he could
give from his mature experience. Was
she gay? He liked that even better,
and delighted to cap her gaiety with
his own queer, whimsical drolleries.
Whatever her mood, he would not let
her get far from him in spirit. It waa
[ not In her heart to keep him from
v her; but Aleck achieved the super-
mundane feat of making hla influence
felt moat keenly when she waa alone.
She dwelt upon him In her thoughta
more Intensely than she herself knew;
and that Intenseness was only the re-
flection of his own thought for her.
They bad been sailing a little more
than a week, changing the low.
placid Connecticut flelda for the
rougher northern shores, going some-
times farther out to sea, but delight-
ing most in the sweet, pine-fringed
coaat of Maine. There were no more
large cities to visit, only email vil-
lages where fishermen gathered after
their week's haul or where slow, prlmi-
tlve boat building was still carried on.
Most of the inhabitants of the coast
country appeared to be farmers as
well as fishermen, even where the soil
waa least promising The aspect of
the ahorea was that of a limited but
on the mainland opposite encouraged
hla benevolent delusion, if delusion It
might be called. They contrived to
send him provisions at least once a
week; and they had supplied him with
a flag which, It was understood, he
would fly in case he was in actual
need. So, alone with his cow and his
fowls, the old hermit spent his daya,
winter and summer, tending his lamp
when the dark came on.
Aleck and Mr. Chamberlain bad
picked up some of this information at
the last port which the Sea Gull made;
but what was of new and real interest
to them was the story which the old
man told them of a castaway on the
island a few days before.
"All hands had abandoned the
yacht just before she went down, it
appears. The owner was robbed by
his own men and marooned, on the her-
mit's island—that's the gist of It,"
said Aleck.
"The hermit said the man wouldn't
eat off his table," went on Mr. Cham-
berlain; "but asked him for raw eggs
and ate them outdoors. Said that ex
cept when he asked for eggs he never
spoke without curBing. At least, tbe
hermit couldn't understand what he
Bald, so he thought It was cursing.
And while the old man was talking,"
added Chamberlain resentfully, "that
blooming peacock squawked like a
demon."
"The yacht that went down, accord-
ing to the man, was the Jeanne D'Arc,"
said Aleck, who had been grave
enough between all their light-hearted
talk. "I didn't tell you, Chamberlain,
that my cousin, my old chum, went
off quite unexpectedly on a boat
called the Jeanne D'Arc. Where he
went or what for, I don't know. Of
course, it may have been another
Jeanne D'Arc; It probahly was. But
it troubles me."
Melanie was Instantly aroused.
"Oh, I had an uncanny feeling when
you first mentioned the Jeanne
D'Arc!" she cried. "But could you not
find out more? What became of the
man that was marooned?"
"He got off the island a day or two
ago," said Aleck. "The people that
brought provisions to the old man
took him to the mainland, to Charles-
port."
"The beggar left without so much
as thanking the old man for hla
eggs," added Chamberlain.
"We'll put into Charlesport tonight,
if you don't mind," Baid Aleck. "If
I can find the man that was marooned,
I may be able to learn something
about Jim, if he really was on the
yacht. You can all go ashore, if you
like. There's a big summer hotel near
by. and it'B a lovely country."
"We'll stay wherever It's most con-
venient for you to have us," said
Melanie. looking at Aleck, for once,
with more than a friendly Interest In
her eyes
"And perhapa I can help you. Van;
two heads, you know," said Chamber-
lain.
The village still rang, if so staid a
community could be said to ring, with
reports of the event of the week be-
fore. Doctor Thayer had been sphinx-
like, and Little Simon had been imag-
inative and voluble; and It would have
been difficult to say which had teased
the popular curiosity the more. Aleck
found a tale ready for his eare about
the launch and ita three paasengers.
with many conflicting details. Some
said that a great singer had been
wrecked off Ram's Head, others that
It was the captain and mate of the
Jeanne D'Arc, others that It waa
daughter of old Parson Thayer's sweet-
heart and two sailors that came
ashore. Little or nothing was known
about the island castaway. Aleck fol-
lowed the only clue be could find,
thinking to get at least some inkling
of the truth.
CHAPTER XIII.
waa fresh and clean, with * tang of
the distant salt marshes.
A long row of hemlocks and Norway
spruce bordered the road, and, with
the aid of a stone wall, shut off from
the highway a prosperous-looking
vegetable garden. Farther along a
flower garden glowed In the fantastic
coloring which gardens acquire when
planted for the lore of flowera rather
than for definite artistic effecta.
Farther still, two lilac bushes stood
sentinel on either side of a gate-
way; and behind, a deep green lawn
lay under the light, dappled shade of
tall trees. It was a lawn that spoke of
many years of care; and In the mid-
dle of Its velvet green, under the
branches of two sheltering elms, stood
the old red house. It looked comfort-
able and secure, In its homely sim-
plicity; something to depend on in the
otherwise mutable Bcenes of life.
Aleck felt an Instantaneous liking for
it, and was glad that his errand, sad
as it might possibly be, had yet led
him thither.
Long French windows in the lowei
part of the house opened upon the
piazza, and from the second story
ruffled white curtains fluttered to the
breeze. As tbe shield-shaped knocker
clanged dully to Aleck's stroke,
large, melancholy hound came slowly
round the corner of the house, ap-
proached the visitor with tentative
wags of the tail, and after sniffing
mildly, lay down on the cool grass.
It wasn't a house to be hurried, that
was plain. After a wait of five or
ten minutes Aleck was about to knock
again, when a face appeared at one
of the side-lights of the door. Present,
ly the door itself opened a few Inches,
and elderly spinsterhood, wrapped in
severe inquiry, looked out at him.
"Can I see the lady, or either of the
gentlemen, who recently arrived here
from the yacht, the Jeanne D'Arc?"
Aleck's voice and manner were
friendly enough to disarm suspicion it-
self. Sallie Kingsbury looked at him
for a full second.
"Come in."
Aleck followed her Into the wide,
dim hall, and waited while she pulled
down the shade of the sidelight which
she had lifted for observation. Then
she opened a door on the right and
said;
"Set down in the parfor while I go
and take my salt risin's away from
the stove. I ain't had time to call
my soul my owiv since the folks came,
what with callers at all times of the
day."
Sallte's voice was not as inhospit-
able as her words. She was mildly
hurt and grieved, rather than offended.
She disappeared and presently came
back with a white apron on In place
of the colored gingham she had worn
before; but it is doubtful if Aleck no-
ticed this tribute to his sex. Sallie
looked withered and pinched, but more
by nature and disposition than by age.
She stood with arms akimbo near the
center-table, regarding Aleck with In-
quisftlveness not unmixed with liking.
"You can set down, sir," she said
politely, "but I don't know as you
can see any of the folks. The man,
he's up-stairs sick, clean out of his
head; the young man, he's nursing
him. Can't leave him alone a minute,
or he'd be up and getting out the win-
dow, f'rall I know."
Aleck listened sympathetically. "A
sad case! And what is the name, if
I may ask, of the young man who la
so ill?"
"Lor", I don't know," said Sallie.
"The new mistress, her name's Red-
mond; some kin of Parson Thayer's,
and she's got this house and a lot of
money. The lawyer was here yester-
day and got the will all fixed. She's a
singer, too—one of those opery sing-
ers down below, she la."
Sallie made this announcement aa
If she was relating a bewildering blow
of Providence for which she herself
was not responsible. Aleck, who be-
gan to fear that he might be the re-
cipient of more confidences than
decorum dictated, hastily proffered
his next question.
"Can 1 see the lady. Mlsa Redmond?
Or is It Mrs. Redmond?"
Sallie gave a scornful, Injured sniff.
1 Miss Redmond, sir, though she's
old enough to be a Mrs. 1 wouldn't ao
much mind her coming in here and
using tbe parson's china that I always
washed with my own hands if she was
a Mrs. But what can she, an unmar
ried woman and an opery singer, know
about Parson Thayer's ways and keep-
ing this house in order, when I've
been with him going on seventeen
years and he took me outer the Home
when I was no more than a child?"
Aleck'a heart would have been
Btone had he resisted this all but pas-
sionate plea.
"You have been faithfulness itself.
I am sure. But do you think Miss Red
mond would aee me, at least for a few
minutes?"
Sallie recovered her'dignity, which
had been near a collapse in tears, and
assumed her official tone. "I don't
know as you can. and I don't know as
you can. She's aick, too; fell over-
i board somehow or other, offer one of
those pesky boats, and get neuralagy
and 1 don't know what all. But I'll
go and see how she's feeling."
"Stay, wait a minute." aald Aleck,
seized with a new thought "I'll write
card from hla pocketbook, an* band-
ed leaf and card to Sallie. "Will you
pleaae give those to Mlsa Redmond?"
Sallie wiped her handa, whldh were
perfectly clean, on her white apron,
took the card and bit of paper and de-
parted, anlfflng audibly. When she re-
turned, It waa to aay, with a slightly
more interested air, that Miss Red-
mond wished to see him up-stairs.
She stood at the bottom of the wide
atairway and pointed to a corner of
the upper floor. "She'a in there—room
on the right!" and ao ahe a talked off
to the kitchen.
Aleck Van Camp aought the region
Indicated by 8allle'a gaunt finger with
aome misgivings; but he was pres-
ently guided further by a clear voice.
"Come In this way, Mr. Van Camp,
if you please!"
The voice led him to an open door,
before which he stood, looking Into a,
large, old-fashioned bedroom, from
whose windows the white curtains
fluttered In the breeze. Miss Redmond
was propped up with pillows on a
horsehair-covered lounge, which stood
along the foot of a monstrous bed.
She was clothea In some sort of wool
wrapper, and over her feet was thrown
a faded traveling rug. By her side
stood a chair on which were writing
materials, Aleck's note and card, and
a half-written letter. Agatha sat up
as she greeted Aleck.
"I am glad to see you, Mr. Van
Camp. Will you come in? I ask your
pardon for not coming downstairs to
see you, but I have been 111, and am
not strong yet."
She was about to motion Aleck to
a chair, but stopped In tbe midst of
her speech, arrested by his expres-
sion. Aleck stood rooted to the door-
sill. with a look of surprise on his
face which amounted to actual
amazement. Thus apparently startled
out of himself, he regarded Agatha
earnestly.
"Will you come In?" Agatha repeal
ed at last.
"Pardon me," he said finally In hla
precise drawl, "but I confess to being
startled. You—you bear such an ex-
traordinary resemblance to some one
I know, that I thought It must really
be she, for a moment."
Agatha smiled faintly. "You look-
ed as if you had seen a ghost"
Aleck gazed at her again, a long,
scrutinizing look. "It does make one
feel queer, you know."
"But now that you are assured that
I'm not a ghost, will you sit down?
That chair by the window, please.
And I can't tell you how glad 1 am
to see^you; for James Hambleton.
your flouBin, if he is your cousin, la
here in this house, and he is ill—very
ill Indeed."
Aleck's nonchalance had already
disappeared, In the series of sur-
prises; but at Agatha's words a flush
of pleasure and relief overspread his
face. He strode quickly over toward
Agatha's couch.
"Oh, I say—old Jlm—I thought. I
was afraid—"
Agatha was touched by the evi-
dences of his emotion, and her voice
became very gentle. "I fancy it is
the same—James Hambleton of
Lynn?" Aleck nodded and she went
on: "That's what he told -me, the
night we were wrecked."
Agatha looked at Aleck, as If she
would discover whether he were trust-
worthy or not, before giving him mora
of her story. Presently she contin-
ued:
"He's a very brave, a very wonderful
man. He jumped overboard to save
me. after I fell from the ladder; and
then they left us and we swam ashore.
But long before we got there I fainted,
and he brought me In, all the way,
though he was nearly dead of exhaus-
tion himself. He had hemorrhage
from overexertion, and afterward a
chill. And now there Is fever."
Agatha's voice waa trembling. Aleck
watched her as she told her tale, the
flush of happiness and joy still light-
ing up his face. As ahe finished re-
lating the meager facts which to her
denoted so many heart-throbs, a sob
drowned her voice. As Aleck followed
the story, his own eyea wavered.
"That's Jim. down to the ground.
Good old boy!" he said.
There was a silence for a minute,
then he heard Agatha's voice, grown
little and faint. "If he should die—!"
Aleck, still standing by Agatha's
couch, suddenly shook himself.
"Where Is he? Can 1 see him now?"
Agatha got up slpwly and led the
way down the hall, pointing to a door
that stood ajar It was evident that
she was wnk
iTO BE rOXTINTJED.)
NEARLY DEAD
MOTHER SAVES
Trail? AJriu of Ik&er Kdwm
Terrible Suffering of Dugkter,
and Possibly Prcveats aa
Untimely End.
Ready, Ky.—In the following advices
from this place, Mrs. Laura Bratcher
aaya: "I waa not able to do anything
for nearly alx months, and waa down
In bed for three montha.
I cannot tell you how I Buffered
with my head, and with nervousnsss
and womanly troubles.
Our family doctor told my huaband
he could not do me any good, and he
had to give it up. We tried another
doctor, but he did not help me.
At last, my mother advised me to
take Cardul, the woman's tonic. 1
thought it was no use, for I was nearly
dead and nothing seemed to do m«
any good, but I used eleven bottles,
and was then able to do all of my
work and my own washing.
I think Cardul is the best medlcins
in the world. My weight has Increased,
and I look the picture of health.
I will always praise Cardul tor what
it has done for me."
Remember that Cardul la a mild,
safe remedy, composed of valuabls
medicinal Ingredients, which help to
build up vitality, tone up the nervea,
and atrengthen the entire womanly
constitution.
In the past half century Cardni has
relieved more than a million women
Why shouldn't it do the same for youl
Try it It may be Just what you need.
Stfcis I Instruction* C
Home Treatment
wrapper. Adv.
Plata
PROBABLY.
Mandy—This writer says that col
lege life decreases the desire of glrli
to marry.
Hiram—It may be that it decrease!
the desire of the young fellows to
marry 'em.
HAIR CAME OUT BY HANDFUL
68 Lewis St.. Nashville, Tenn.—
"About three years ago I had the ma
laria fever, and when I recovered mj
hair was falling out so that the do©
tor told me to cut it off. My hair cams
out by the handful, and I had dandrufl
so that 1 had to scratch it out everj
week, and my scalp Itched so that 1
pulled my hair all down trying to
scratch it. I tried and and
but they failed to do any good
▲t last I tried Cutlcura Soap and Oint
ment.
"First I combed my hair out, madi
a patting on tbe side and rubbed mj
scalp with the Cutlcura Ointment Th«
wait morning I washed with the Cutl
cura Soap and water, and continued
until the third application gave a com
plete cure." (Signed) Mlaa Neill*
M. Currin, Dec. 6, 1911.
Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. 8ample of each
free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address
post-card "Cutlcura, Dept. L. Boston.'
Adr.
Not at All Inspiring.
Friend—"How did your sermon go
off? Was the congregation Inspiring?"
Rector—"No, she snored."
habitant was a gray and grizzly old
man, known to the region as the her
mil. His fancy was to keep a light
hurafeiit always by night In the laod-
waru window of his cabin, ao as to
warn sailors off the dangerous head-
land There was no liabthouse in the
Aleck Sees a Ghost.
Little Simon drove leisurely up the
long, rugged hill over which Agatha
and James had so recently traveled.
and drew rein In the shade at a dis-
tance of a long city block from his
destination He pointed with hla whip i a message to Miss Redmond and then
while he addressed Aleck, his sole she'll know Just what 1 want. If you'll
passenger. I be so good as to take It to her?"
"Yonder's the old red house, mister i "Why. certainly, of course I will."
The parson, he bated to have his trees said Sallie Kingsbury "Only you
gnawed. and Major here's a great needn't take all that trouble. I can
hor?e for gnawing the bark offer trees 1 tell her what you want myself "
So 1 never go no nearer tbe bouse Sallie waa otje of those persons who
than this." | regard the pen as the weapon of last
"All right. Simon: you wait for me resort, not to be used until necessity
here " i compels. But Aleck continued writing
Aleck walked slowly along the coun-1 on a blank leaf of bis note-book. The
try road, enjoying the fragrant fields, message was thla:
the quiet beauty of the place. It was i "Can you give me any information
■till early in the day. for he had lost concerning jny cousin. Jamee Hamble-
no Ume In following the cluea gath-1 ton. who was thought to be aboard the
Cast-1 ron Magnets.
The difficulty of making good caat-
Iron permanent magneta haa been
overcome by a very simple process.
The Iron casting, after being machined
to the required dimensions, la heated
in a gaa furnace until the iron can Juat
be handled without diatortion through
softening.
It Is then plunged In a chemical
bath, which removes superfluous ma-
terials and leaves the iron clean. Fi-
nally. It is magnetized by means of
electric coila.
In strength of Held, cast-Iron mag-
nets ore from ten to fifteen per cent.
Inferior to those of steel, but they are
equal In magnetic permanence, and
cost, for Intricate patterns, only on*
half as much as steel magnets.
Gossips repeat everything they heat
—and a lot they dont.
For
Backache Rheumatism
Kidneys and Bladder
H m> F—iwDwo
vicinity and by a kindly consent the I ered from the village as to the sur- i Jeanne D'Arc?"
Such a headland loomed up on their j p^pj. on the neighboring islands and| virora of the Jeanne D'Arc. The air, Ue tore the leaf out.
extracted
Sweet Peraulsite.
Candy Is a perquisite of theater ush-
ers seldom taken Into account. After
a Saturday matinee the enterprising
usher ran secure enough bonbons and
chocolates to last a week. The more
absorbing the play the larger the sup-
ply. At an interesting climax the emo-
tional mstinee glr! forgets her candy
box and lets It slide to the floor with
several pieces sticking In the corners.
Immediately after the performance all
enterprising ushers search the house
a 1 for discarded s weeta.
Why Scratch?
"Hunt'tCure" ia guar-
anteed to atop and
permanently cure thai
terrible itching. It is
compounded for thai
purpose and your money
•rill be promptly refunded
WITHOUT QUESTION
if Hunt's Cure faula to cui*
Itch, Beams, Tetter, Ring
Worm or any other Skin
Dtaeaae. 50c at yooi druggist's, or by maB
direct if he tenth. Manufactured oohrby
K I. KHMBS KNK CO* Sfcrnjoa
MTpijii
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