DOES LAUNDRY
WORK AND
HOUSEWORK TOO
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The Shadow of the Sheltering Pines
A New Romance of the Storm Country
W EA TH ER COCK U HOWLS tong streuks and poor Weathercock
By GRACE MILLER WHITE
Copyright by the H K Fly Company
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CHAPTER XI—Continued.
—11—
"God. how I've prayed for this min-
Ite,” lie exclaimed, turning on her
uddenly.
“I have, too,” said Tonntbel In a
ihy, sweet voice. “I thought you’d
orgotten about me."
"Why, I couldn't do my work half
ray well. I’ve thought about you so
nuch," cried the boy. ’and I've been
•lanning a lot for you and me. You
•ce. Dr. John is a sort of a guardian
o me, and next year I'll be twenty-
hree. Them I have al! my own money.
. can get married then. If 1 want to."
“Oh,” said Tonnibel in a queer little
•olce.
“Yes. I believe In early marriages,'
’hilip went on emphatically. “Wasn't
t a queer thing that all the while
: was haunting the shore you were In
he house, my house almost? You
ee. I live just next door to you.”
“Oh!" Tony said again. Something
•ad hurt her dreadfully, Something he
tad said. He (night be married next
’ear and, of course, It would be to
Catherine.
“And time and again I heard how
nuch some little girl was helping Dr.
*aul," he went on. “But somehow I
•ever heard your name and hadn't
he last idea—" He stopped. Then
ie slipped his arm about her. “I
lidn’t know she was my little girl,"
•e finished.
Tony closed her eyes. All the un-
•appiness of the past weeks left her
hat moment like a vanished burden.
Je had said she was his little girL
low very lovely the world was!
“Lean against me, dear," murmured
’hilip. "And this time—-Oh, Tony,
lon't leave me today without telling
ne you love me a lot.”
Tony glimpsed him with one little
ipward glance. Her eyes were star-
•right.
♦ “I love you more'n the whole world,'
ihe trembled. “More'n I know how
o tell.”
It Isn't any one's affair just how
nany times Philip made Tony tell Iti m
ihe’d marry him, nor Is it any one’s
tffalr how many times he kissed her,
•ut it is our business to listen to
*hilip’s conclusion.
“I’m going to tell Cousin John and
’ousln Paul tonight that we’re going
» be married,” he said, and Tonnibel
•ad no inclination to forbid him.
With dark thoughts, Katherine was
catching for them to come back again.
She saw the happy shining face of
lie girl, saw Philip lift the little figure
!rom the car and draw her up the
tteps. Her teeth came together in
tharp misery as she turned from the
rlndow and went upstairs.
lay staring hopelessly about the room.
Then suddenly out of the shadows In
the corner floated Tonnibel Devon. He
groaned and turned slowly In the bed.
Instead of getting better he was ge
ting worse. The ghost of Devon
daughter was haunting him In ever
one of his sober hours. He hate
Ithaca and every one in It. If D
Paul were dead—
He sat up, his head whirling. 11
crawled to the floor, went to the batl
room ami soaked his head In cold wi
ter. Then he sent a servant for
pot of strong coffee.
So happy was Dr. Paul to have Tot
nibel back that he insisted on slttin
up to his dinner.
“it was a long hour, my dear," h
said, smiling. "But Fm glad you wer
out. He’s a nice fellow, Philip. M
brother and I have often wished ou
young cousin would pattern after hlrt
but It does seem as if nothing can b
done with him. Even his mother
no influence over him.”
“I’ve never seen him,” stated
nibel.
"He’s scarcely ever at home,'
swered Dr. Paul, “and the worst
it is, he gives no explanation as
where he goes."
Then after dinner as usual Tonnil
with Gussie Piglet in her arms, n
from the Bible, The clock struck te;
when she arose softly and began t
prepare for the night. By the evei
breathing of the man on the bed sir
knew he was asleep, and as quiet a:
a mouse she crept about softly so a;
not to arouse him. The suite direct!)
back of Paul Pendlehaven’s had beer
given to her. She went into her lied
room and made ready to retire,
over her night robe she drew a
kimono.
She turned off the electric swl
and stood near the window I
out Iler heart sang with gladness
She had but to hearken back to th«
afternoon to hear a dear voice telling
her of a great love, love for her. Ton
nibel Devon. How very much she had
to be thankful for!
Suddenly she saw the tall tree di
rectly in front of Dr. Paul’s room
shake as if a giant hand were clutch-
CHAPTER XII
A Little Drop of Something.
Reginald was sitting In his mother’s
•oom that evening when his sister
ipened the door and entered, The
firl looked about for Sirs. Curtis, then
picked up a cigarette and lit it. She
ras so white and drawn looking that
ler brother stared at her.
“What's the matter, sis?" he asked
kith no particular Interest In his voice.
“I hate everybody in the world,"
mapped the girl.
“Whew 1 Thafs some hate,” laugb-
:d Reggie.
Katherine threw lierself down on
he divan.
“Worst of any one I hate Paul Pen-
llehaven and next—well, next I hate
?ousln John,” she said between her
:eeth. “I wish, oh. how I wish Paul
could die tonight I'd almost like to
till him myself. If ft weren’t for him,
ce'd all have money, and If it weren’t
!or that girl with him, he'd die.”
“Well, I might cheer you up a little
f I told you that perhaps before long
tour illustrious Cousin Paul will be
mder the sod.”
The girl sat up and stared at him.
“Don't be a fool, Reggie,” she said
A-lth a sneer. "Cousin John says Paul
»•ill be able to go out of the house very
roon, that by next week he can go
tnywhere he likes.”
Reginald got up lazily, He said
tometlilng under his breath that made
11s sister struggle to her feet. She
itood a moment and gazed with star-
¡led eyes at Ihe door that hail closed
Reggie on Ihe other side of it.
“Now, what’d he mean by that?”
die wondered dully. “What did he
aiean by saying that If he could help
t Cousin Paul would never drive again,
L wonder just what he meant by that!”
Reggie knew what he meant by his
words if Katherine didn't. He Intend-
id Io put Dr. Paul out of the way,
thus helping his mother ns well as
Himself. He wanted to get away from
Ithaca, to leave the town that always
put Idin In mind of Tonnibel Devon.
Die least wind that blew brought back
the awful moment when he ami Devon
Pad discovered the girl had drowned
herself, and because of his tormenting
conscience he drqnk more heavily ev
ery day. After leaving his sister he
went to his room where he filled him
self up with brandy. The drunker
he got the more dim grew the picture
pf Tony's pule, terrified face.
He slept soddenly for an hour or so
»nd only awoke when a servant rapped
at the door and told him dinner was
ready. He was too ill to get up and
Through the Break in the Netting She
Thrust Her Fist.
dl<l not have a minute to rest.
Surprised to Find Her
But after a while the wind Stopped
self Feeling So Well
blowing mid aguln he began to coin-
plain. "Look ut me," he said, “drip
ping wet mid creaking hi nil my Joints.
Taunton, Mana. — *1 used to have pains
It Isn’t fair, I say, to expect mo to In my back and legs so badly, with other
work till the time.
troubles that women
“Now I have caught cold mid I will
some times have, that
my doctor ordered
be stiff and creak worse than ever. I
mo to atuy in bed a
have a good mind to Jump right off
week in qvery month.
Oils bare, mid then I wonder wliat
It didn't do me much
they will do without me. They will
got al, so one day after
not know when it Is going to mln or
talking with a friend
which way the wind Is blowing.
who took Lvdia E.
“It Is time folks began to take no
Pinkham’s Vegeta
ble Compound for
tice of me, and I'll make them. I
about the same trou-
mn going to Jump. One, two, three"—
bles 1 had, I thought
bung went Weathercock on the ground |
1 would try it also.
by the bam, sending nil th« hens I find that I can work
in the laundry all
scrambling away, for they were sure through the time and do my housework,
the sky hail fallen.
too. Last month I was so surprised at
All day long Weathercock Iny on myself to be up and around and feeling
his side In the mud, and nil night, too, so good while before I used to feel com
mid lie begun tn wonder If. after all. pletely lifeless. I have told some of the
there wan much fun in doing nothing. Siris who work with me and have such
'oublca to try Lydia E. Pinkham’aVege-
“Better be up there whirling around
Compound, and I toll them how it
thnn here, and I can’t see a thing. I table
has hel|M-d me. You can use my t< sti-
wonder how those barnyard fowls live monlal for the good of others.’ Mrs.
shut In this place. Oh, dear, I wish B ianche S ilvia , ¿»Grant St., Taunton,
M um .
I had not jumped."
Just then the farmer mm* along,
It's the same story—one friend telling
nnd seeing Weathercock on th« ground •another of the value of Lydia E. Pink-
he picked him up mid cnrrlisl him Into barn’s Vegetable Compound.
the barn, where he gave him a new
coat of paint, nnd the next day put
Hint to Precautlous.
him back on the pole on the barn.
Take a piece of heavy copper wire
Weathercock went swinging merrily
around, without on« creak, so glad was 11 inches long and bend it in the shape
he to get back to bls home, nnd in he of a hairpin. Lock the door, leaving
whirled he said: “It Is better to wear the key In the lock, then place the
out than rust and that Is whnt I curved angle of the wire over the
should have done down there In the shank or spindle back of tho knob and
barnyard.
“Those hens are n Inzy lot, never do put the two ends of the wire through
anything. I don’t see how they stnnd tho head of tho key. The key cannot
It, but I know whnt will hap|>en to bo pushod out not turned. This Is a
creaked his displeasure at every turn them. Some dny they will rust and light device which one can carry In
he made.
full to pieces. Hurrah, here comes a a handbag If so desired nnd use In
Weathercock was right, as he usual nice stiff breeze. I would rather wear
ly is. There was a storm on the wny out thnn rust," and nway he whirled, hotel rooms when traveling.
and such a storm ns It was. The glad he had some work to do.
Celebrating Derby Night.
wind blew and the ruin enme down In
(Copyright.)
On Derby night the waltera in one
of the faahlonable restaurants in Ix>n-
don are dreaaed aa Jockeys and the
THE RIGHT THING
head waiter aa a bookmaker.
N TOP of the barn Stood the
Weathercock looking down nt the
barnyard where the hens and chick
ens were eating their dinner.
“It Is a wonder 1 have n minute to
myself," said Weathercock. “I urn nt
j the beck nnd cull of every passing
। bn-eze, never have any time to myself,
j while those hetis and chickens mid tho
। rooster who live down tn the barnyard
have nothing to do nil dny but ent.
“It Isn't right for them to have all
the good tilings ii bile 1 have -yea.
Just ns I thought, the wind Is oust
and we will have a storm, nnd here
will I be getting wet while those hens
and tho rooster enn run under the
shed or under the bushes and keep
dry. It fsp't fair."
Weathercock had time for no more
grumbling, for along came east wind
and whirled him around, but he
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noiselessly and picked up the |>ellets
one after another ami dropped them
silently Into tho medicine. As quietly
the covers were restored, and the arm
slowly withdrawn. Directly beneath
the window, Tonnibel rose up.
There through the faint light she
was staring Into the face of l^glnald
Brown. Instantly she recognized him,
and all the terror of that day when he
and her brutal father had placed a
menacing shadow over her swept her
nearly off her feet, Reginald had come
not only to harm Puul Pendlehaven,
but to get her!
“Stand by. Salvation of the Lord,”
shot across her tortured soul, and then
through the break in the wire netting
she thrust her clenched fist. Reginald
took the blow she gave him without an
audible sound and fell backward Into
the garden below. He was paralyzed
by the blazing eyes and the memory
that the body of the ghost-girl was
somewhere beneath the broad surface
of Lake Cayuga.
Tonnibel heard him land on the soft
grass, and for a few seconds she stood
panting against the window. Then she
withdrew her arm and crouched down
on the floor.
What had her father's pal put In
Dr. Paul's medicine? Minute by min
ute she became more acutely sure that
no good had been intended. Silently
she took up the glasses and carried
them to her own room. Then she slip
ped out into the halt, ran along the
corridor and rapped softly on John
Pendlehaven’s apartments. Twice she
repeated her summons In nervous little
rap-taps that penetrated Dr. John’s
sound slumber. When he recognized
her, opened the door and noticed how
white stie was, he drew her Instantly
to him and shut the door.
Between chattering teeth she began
to tell him the dreadful tale. As she
went on »1th the story the listener's
face grew much concerned.
at the
Somebody’s tried to poison him,”
he cried, taking a long breath. "My
RIGHT TIME
God, who could be so damnable as
that? Come, let me get the stuff."
By MARY MARSHALL DUFFEB
Together they stole back to Tonnl-
iel's room and Dr. John carried away
It Is better to letra Ute tbtn sever.—
he medicine with him, leaving Tony Publius Byrua.
vlth a caution not to speak of the
MANNERS AND FEET
natter to his brother. Putting on his
lothes, John went outside and made
. tour of the house. It wasn’t difficult A SK any farmer’s wife what Is the
find the place where the man had ** bane of her existence and the
len, but there was no sign of him chances are even that she will answer
“muddy boots." The better the house
Tonnibel dld not sleep at all that wife the more she abominates them.
Recently the Department of Agri
ght. But very early in the morning
•e arose and slipped Into Dr. Paul’s culture in describing a simple brush
>om and put back the medicine Dr. ing device that could be set up out
side the farmhouse back door recog
>hn had given her.
nized this bugaboo of the neat fann
During the morning Dr. John Pen- er’s wife—recognized the fact that the
ehaven softly entered her room. He man who tills the soil has an ag
me forward, his hands outstretched, gravating habit of entering his house
s face white and very grave.
with muddy boots and the other fact
‘Darling little girl,1 " he whispered, that the woman who spends hours of
I much emotion, 'You have saved her time and calories of energy keep
brother’s life. The villain, who- ing her bouse clean and neat, scolds
ver he was, put the rankest kind of and frets when that mud is traped
iolson in it. He must have gotten it about the house. Perhaps the best
rom some doctor, for no druggist solution is this three-way brush that
could have sold it to him.
the Department of Agriculture sug
"Mebbe he's dead." replied Tony gen- gests.
ly, with an expression of awe. “It
But wouldn't it be a happy solution
vas a long tumble he took.”
of the difficulty, if American men
“No; he got away! I've hunted the could be orientalized to the extent of
Jace over for him. Would you know learning to leave off their boots and
ilm again If you saw him?"
don slippers when they come indoors?
“Sure,” replied Tony, nodding, but Rubbers and overshoes of various
said no more. To tell him who sorts are not popular with the average
man was would mean to break the outdoor worker, so there seems to be
mn oath she had made on the little help in that direction. Perhaps
the European peasant who wears heavy
1st to her mother.
A timid knock brought the conversa- stockings and wooden shoes, which
on to a close. Mrs. Curtis was at he removes in favor of soft carpet
ie threshold when Pendlehaven open- slippers Indoors, Is really doing the
most sensible thing.
1 the door.
But farmers are not the only of
“I’ve been looking the ’house over
There are many city folk
t you, John,” she began. “Boy’s got fenders.
headache! He said for you not to who are careless In trapsing mud in
•ther to come to him, but to give doors. The careful person, if she
comes in on a muddy day, removes
e something to make him sleep.”
“Is he drunk?” demanded Pendle- rubbers in the vestibule or entrance
hall of the house. While this is not
feasible when entering a church or
Mrs. Curtis began to cry.
“John, how unkind 1" she sniffled theater, you should at least wipe them
om the haven of her handkerchief, on the doormats that are almost al
[’he moment the child complains ev- ways to be seen at the entrance.
There Is one thing that no well-bred
ybody accuses him of drinking. No,
young man ought to be reminded not
' course, he isn't drunk.”
to do, and that Is to place his feet
For many days Reginald Curtis for the sake of his comfort 'fn the
ssed fitfully In bed, tortured by the seat of a street or railroad train. The
tight that he would never cease business man who kept his feet poised
ig haunted by Tony Devon's spirit, on hfs desk In order to gain full en
dared not get up, for he was cov- joyment of an after-luncheon cigar, la
1 with bruises from his fall, and fast becoming extinct. Perhaps thia
ed to his misery, he imagined ev- is because of the present-day tendency
tlme the door opened he was go for men to have ah^ler working hours
to be arrested. But no such thing and to work more and rest less during
ppened, and one afternoon when those hours.
(Copyright.)
•. John was gone and his mother
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d Katherine were shopping down-
vn, he crawled out of bed and made
A LINE 0’ CHEER
s way softly from the house.
Uriah Devon had ventured back to
By John Kendrick Bangs.
the Hoghole with hfs cnnnl boat, so
when Reginald appeared aboard her
MODELS
Devon met him with a growl.,
SEEK no anchored fixity
“Where In h—1 you been all this
Lika that of yonder tree,
tfme, Rcge?” he demanded in a «tnIs-
Nor would I restless be,
ter tone.
Ai la the sea;
Reggie shuddered, as he sank down
But somewhat of them both
Appeals to me:
on the bench.
The tall tree's steady growth,
“I'm going crazy,” he muttered.
With upward rise
“I've been awful sick.”
To Dod's own skies;
ing at its roots. How could that be?
There wasn’t any wind, not even a
breeze. Her heart jumped into her
throat as she crept away from the
window and back into Pendiehaven's
room. The little night lamp glimmered
dimly above the small table with its
load of medicine glasses. She stood
in the shadow and peered through the
screen. There among the dripping
branches was the quiet figure of a
man.
Her mind went immediately to her
father, but she put the thought of him
away, for the form In the tree was
much more slender than Uriah Devon’s.
Dr. Pendlehaven still slept, his face
turned toward the wall, and Tonnibel
squatted down at the foot of the bed,
keeping the dark figure in the tree in
the Une of her vision. She dared not
leave the room, nor dared she call
out. How often Dr. John bad told
her that his brother must be kept free
from shocks of every kind. For an-
other ten minutes she leaned her chin
on her hand, still keeping her eyes
on the window. Then she saw the
flutter of a wistaria branch against
tne screen and knew that the hour
had come. Another tense silence for
several minutes, then a little scraping
sound as if a sharp instrument was
moving over wire. Some one was try
ing to get in. Tonnibel crawled for
ward on her knees until she was di
rectly in front of Dr. Paul.
She sank back against the bed and
waited.
The scraping sound at length ceased.
With a forward shove of her head,
Tonnibel saw that the wire netting had
been ripped fully a foot, and then she
saw a hand move little by little
through the opening, until a long arm
was fully inside the room. Tony
watched It, fascinated. Then she saw
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
It waver toward the table, pause, open
and lay some little pellets down with
The trouble with too many children
out a sound. Then long white fingers 1« that the education of the parents
drew off the covers of the glasses has been? sadly neglected.
I
The sea's unceasing effort, and Its
power.
And In Its quiet hour
Its serenity.
(Copyright.)
“What’s in a Name?”
By MILDRED MARSHALL
What Kind of Pipes?
Fact» about your name; It» hlrlory;
rutaning; ichenc» It u>a» dtrlocd;
tlgnificanct; your lucky day
The Literary Digest prints an article
on “No Smoking in Shakespeare."
What about the “piping times of
peace?"—San Francisco Bulletin.
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Jaw Pressure 534 Pounds.
Those who study these matters say
that the average human jaw can exert
MJTABEL Is translated to mean be- a force of 534 pounds.
loved and certainly the name has
Woman’s Tesrs.
a right to Its significance, since it
comes from the word meiidhnll, mean
A woman's tears are the greateat
ing “Joy." The fashionable miss of to water power known to man.—Atchison
day who spells her good old-fashioned (Kan.) Mall.
name "Maybelle" does not realize that
she Is trying to pnlnt the Illy; no
Women Careful With Letters.
name more redolent of poetry exists
today than Mabel.
Women, as a rule, are more careful
Mabel appears first as Meadhbh. In addressing their letters than are
The daughter of Eochaid Freldhleach, the men, according to a veteran at
king of Erin, was so called and was tache of the dead letter office in Wash
such a beloved heroine of Irish ro ington.
mance that Congal Claen, according to
the old story, bld the men of Can
Seema So.
naught, her husband*!« kingdom, to
“Remember Meave In battle."
One reason why it would be a waste
Meave, the diminutive of Meadhbh, of money to maintain a chorus girls’
became popular in, Ireland and, in home is that no chorus girl ever gets
honor of its first possessor, was be
stowed on the Queen of the Fairies. old enough to retire.
Irish settlers brought her fame to Eng
Surely Would.
land, where she was made Immortal
by Shakespeare and Ben Jonson.
The optimist says to remember that
Mabel means “beloved," a signifi even If your mother-In-law has the gift
cance probably given by the Irish who of tongue, it would bo a lot worse if
nre naively fond of fairy stories. Ln she was a mind reader.
France she Is called Mabelle. The
name is too Keltic to nppea^ to the
Mrs. Esther Wolfe
Latin countries, so she has no equiva
lents In Spain and Italy. Maybelle Is
merely an affectation and has no
raison d'etre except In the realms of
fashion.
Coral Is Mabel's talisman stone. It
gives Its wearer wisdom and bodily
strength, possessing the power to fade
In color ns a warning of fatigue or
disease. If It Is broken or even
chipped, this power vanishes. Monday
is Mabel’s lucky day and' two her
lucky number.
MABEL
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Lose Weight and Appetite
Take This Advice
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of Bcarlet fever I was in n wonk,
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anything. My friends did not ex
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ness I had a bad cough. I had
heard my parents speak of Dr.
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of tho ‘Golden Medical Discovery'
and began to take it. Before 1 had
used all of the first bottlo I knew
it was doing me good, tor I felt a
det. o lor food, my cough ceased
and I bernn to have color and to
take an interest In life. I continued
to take the Golden Medical Discov
ery till 1 felt strong and well. To
day I am enjoying the best of
health.“—Mrs. Esther Wolfe, 2311
Tyler Avo.
As soon as you commence to take
this “Discovery” you begin to fe< 1
its bracing, appetizing effect. Buy
it of your druggist, in tablets or
liquid. Write Dr. Pierce, President
Invalids' Hotel in Buffalo. N. Y., I
you desire free medical advice.