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ie ~ PAINS IN LEFT SIDE AND BACK $ 1 _Doctor Said an Operation Other Troubles Women Often Have Vegetable Compound advertised in the ds aps Rapouibegt io "I qo mee prte e mds o on oo atteion 1 feanoin o io: B Htiee tw "Now, Mr. Sullivan, what do you mean by holding up my poor little car, on its way to its gasoline supâ€" per, to ask insulting questions? Jail? No. Not sinceâ€"a week! What do you think the chief said?" With that the Viking aboutâ€"faced. Something , Tom had said? Rosalie, interested, watched his eyes search the crowd till they reached her. ‘There they stopped. She knew, as people do know intangible facts, that a hand would go to his hat on a sign of a smile. And she did pot. give the sign. 6 Queer thing, a girl! If one likes a man, much, it‘s ten to one that at some time she will go out of her way to be peculiarly disagreeable to him. ‘The psychological second was over. The Viking had disappeared with Tom. And Rosalie, a heavy spot within her, started home. Suilivan was on his corner; traffic was minus, Rosalie did not long for banter tolay, but he held up his hand, and the car seemed to stop of its own accord. She greeted the policeman cheerfully, and was glad all her life. He marched across, big. beaming, and blue, his brass butâ€" tons glinting in sunlight. ‘‘Why," went on Rosalie, "he just looked up, with my yellow tag and I came in, and I made my speech, ‘I didn‘t mean to leave the car so long." That‘s what I say, you know. ‘Well,‘ the chief said, ‘don‘t come here any more. Just mail ‘em in!" SBuHivan slapped his knee. "A good one! Yes, sir, that‘s a good one," pronounced Sullivan. "But you know, miss and the Squad knows, you‘ll not be tagged much, if you‘re not overwicked.It‘s one cop passes it to another: ‘Don‘t tag the girl‘s car.‘....‘She‘s all right; she‘ll be out in a minute, it is. And who started it, miss? Me. Sulliâ€" van{* . McLane. â€"Nice name! But a strugâ€" gling youngâ€"and driving a newâ€" well, lots of cars are not very exâ€" penaive. ‘"Been to jail lately?" asked Sulliâ€" van, genially. Rosalie shifted a hand, and stuck it out of the window. "You‘re a darling, Mr. Sullivan,". she threw at him, squeezing titanic fingers. "You are the kind of friend worth hayâ€" ingt" o The car took up its tin anthem. While one of the city‘s blue guarâ€" dian angels looked after it with softened eyes. ‘‘The great sort of a girl!" murmuréd Mr. Sullivan. "A darling! Me! I‘ll tell that to Lizzie." structed as to who she was, and all about her. "And its none of his affair." A lawyer. Name of Graham "Then what?" inquired Sullivan, twinkling with anticipation. Tom ‘saluted. Rosalie, looking after him, saw him join the Viking. The Viking‘s name was, Graham McLane. Tom was conversing with animation, and she knew that the / «.. * ~ A Love Story 5 Bvllnhm*.hn. 'V.‘w E. Pinkham‘s The Traffic Squad **I took saw the _ Nest morning Rosalie came l-tg town by another street, and the car misbehaved and had to be sent to a reformatory, so that its mistress went home on a trolley. Rosalie was fagged; troubled in mind, #1so, becayse the coupons on ber bonds, due the day before, had not been paid.. Must a "For Sale" sign go up on the old house? She gazed out of the window as the trolley rushed The girl discovered that she was listening and wishing she might throw a glance over her shoulder to pick the owner of voice Number One. It was particularly~ a ~nice voice, and wasn‘t itâ€"wouldn‘t that way of speaking fit the Viking? He had been sparing of words on the one day when .she had heard_him speak. â€"Butâ€" The men were not talking now, and soon the trolley glided into Carytown. C aware that two men were talking "Three or four times a week," the voice spoke. "When f=can cut an hour at the office. Tennis is the way I keep fit for work." Voice Number Two asked a quesâ€" "Met a good many; don‘t know them," the attractive voice answerâ€" "There‘s one," the clear, low, other voice answered, "that I‘d like to live in. You can just see it now. I‘d rather live in that piace than anywhere I know!" Out of the winâ€" dow Rosalie saw her beloved old house lifting. * Voice Two. Her own name; something about "only a girl," and "will have to sell." Her temper blazed. She would notâ€"she would not sell. A murmur from the other, and she knew that the man of The Voire had recognized her, was stopâ€" ping the flow of language of Buxby. Voice Two slid a sentence, and suddenly she knew who it was. Buxby, the man from the city who was buying up property, who had tried to buy Cary Court. "Old villâ€" age," was audible, and something about, "Fine old houses." Rosalie made her way to the trolley door. She had the glance; it was; it seemed a comfort that the Viking‘s tanned face was as scarlet as she felt her own. ‘"‘Nora! Oh, Nora, Nora!" She fell into a chair and turned her face to its faded covering and kissed it. Nora came trotting. Rosalie gave her entire attention to crying. After a while, swallowâ€" ing and sniffliing, she told. "It ain‘t nothing," Nora asserted. ‘‘They don‘t know nothing aâ€"tall!" ‘"But,â€" Nora,". sniffied _ Rosalie, "maybe they‘re right. I‘m scared to death for fear T‘ll have to séll it. You darling, .shabby, beautiful old barn!‘ she apostrophized the walls. ‘"Nora, my bonds, all I‘ve got, they‘re shaky, andâ€"" ly When the imprisoned angel 6f Nora was convinced that Miss Ros alle wouldn‘t, the old woman reâ€" membered something. "There‘s a letter for you," she said. "Mr. Vanâ€" Dorn‘s shofer left it." Nora‘s eyes were staring dimly. On the fat face came a look worthy of a longâ€"limbed, trumpetâ€"bearing angel. "Miss Rosalieâ€"" whe came close and stood, transfigured by the lovely ‘split clamped within her chubby bodyâ€""Miss Rosalie, 1 got & fAveâ€"hundred dollar bond n the bank in town, and it‘s yours!" I want you to take it!" Mr. VanDorn‘s chauffeur; a thought crept ‘forward icily. Mr. VanDdrn had placed her tiny money in bonds of electric Speciaity. Mr. VanDorh had whrned her lately that Klectric Speciaity wasn‘t doing well. Mr. VanDorn,...sending a letterâ€"t "Dear Rosalle," the lettor ran, "It pains me to t you that Riectric Specialty has gome into bankruptcy. 1 am chagrined, because 1 advised itz purchase; but 1 used my best Judgment. You have the house, and you must loge no time in mfl on it. 1 conaldered it a mistake all along to keep a6 much money tled up. It should soll for enough to live on, as it attracts attention from "Oh, Miss Rosalie! Oh‘ now what is it? Oh, my gracious!" Then Rosalle cried more earnestâ€" With that the gentleman‘laid the long Box down and brought out a bit of paper. "Mrs. Sulliyanâ€"" He glanced at the other visitor, then went on, "We‘ll talk business later. Butâ€"I thought you might need this now." He slid a cheque toward her. "I was very fond of your husband," he said. "I‘ve known him sinceâ€"a small accident at his corners. He came to me as a lawyer after that, Innd I‘ve got to considet him as a friend." â€" ® the name.â€" She stared at it. "Patrick Sullivan, 321% Martha Srteet." Mr. Sullivant It was yesterday, no, the day vetore,â€"that. she had struck ‘her hand through the car window and ealled him & friend worth nmn.l Half an hour after that handshake, a reeling, reckless driver had rushâ€" ed toward the intersecting corners and, disregarding signals, had torn through. Leaving the big body and the big heart of Patrick Sullivan 1yâ€" ing at his post in the middle of his corners. "The "boss" was good to her when she. showed him‘ those headlin@, and she ~went to 321% Marths Street. "IT‘thâ€"a frâ€"friend of your husâ€" little company back of the woman at the door, an awed little company ranging from eleven to two in age: "I was his friend," gasped Rosalie. "I‘m Miss Cary." ‘The quiet woman lifted the girl‘s hand, and kissed it. "Sure, I know about you. Sullivan would tell me. A lot he thought of you, miss!" "I didn‘t see the papers yester. day," Rosalie whispered. "Lord bless you, child," the woman spoke; her calmness seemed terrâ€" ible.â€""I wish I could die foo. Butâ€" the childrenâ€"" Two or three broke into sobs. "Shâ€"sh!" The mother quieted . them. "Don‘t disturb the lady. Wohld you like to see Sulliâ€" van, miss?" The calm woman patted her arm, and Rosalie, in shame at this unâ€" selfishness, wiped her eyes, and saw a little chap pulling at his mother. "A gentleman, ma; a big gentleâ€" man ‘wants to see you." Rosalie, still mopping her face, followed Mrs. Sullivan out. The man whom the two women faced was the Viking, and in his arm was a huge, long box. He started when he saw Rosalie, but he turned to Mrs. Sullivan. In a dark room her friend lay very still, in his <uniform, two candles burning at his head, She thought of the powerful figure in the June light of his corners; ruddy face, keen, gay Irish eyes, and the singing heart. So much use to the worldâ€"and then she thought of the wretch who had snuffed out that good life, and gome on, disregardâ€" ing How the girl cried by Mr. Sulliâ€" van‘s coffin‘ An emotional person, this Rosalie Cary. C Wempa‘h, EPE RTEe AOe o ceR t hss ie e n o e e G « CGet a small bottle of Kiy‘s Cream| Lord‘s dying prayer, "That they all Automobile Vistim 8460UMb® ‘â€") parn, from your dréggist. Appiy &|may be one." The exintence of the | Her cyes shifted; she was in 90| mne in the nostrilsâ€"and get instant W.;;j--,wu\m‘ m”m““'":“wmmummmi’mu m'“",';r“"“"“z known tor more than Afty years: muwfimm: reoult of dmmken" acoais iL 48 & cmmmmmmmmmmmm~m~â€"â€"....| g£o0d sigh is the stand taken by the || , and s T De abs n uie Nss it it : A "I‘m Mr. McLane. Your husband was my client, Mrs. Sullivan. I can‘t tell you how sorryâ€"" he stopped, for at the word that perâ€" functory, pitiful sobbing of children, of children who did not understand, began. The mother hushed them again. w ‘"Keep quiet, sure," she spoke, "the gentieman and lady will think you unmannerly." Patheticaaly inâ€" adequate word, "unmannerly!" "You‘d like to see Sullivan, sir?" It was Mrs. Sullivan‘s only way of hospitality. The girl put out a hand then. "Tl come again, Mrs. Sullivan, Maybe you‘ll let me help with the <chilâ€" dren ?" The woman clung to her. "Don‘t you go yet," she begged, and Mcâ€" Lafie spoke. > "Oh, ain‘t they grand!" sighed the woman, and the volces of the children echoed a. soft "grand." "How it would have pleased Sullt, vant" spoke Sullivan‘s wife. & The girl laid the heary sprays about / the figure between _ the There was emotion in McLane‘s voice, and Rosalie turned with a wistful smile. Rosalie lifted out great staiks of Mies, of snapdragons, of the love liest masses of color that the best florist in Wilchester could furnish. "And a poor young la#yer, she thought. "If Miss Cary woud see to this tisd the iwo m Samipon & ApOn@e of Son orusn wim |AnTnuUn FVSIEN ... ... manuge! * ons teY 10 [ i/ and drew this through your hair| B. E. BEOHTEL and _ _ 1 ~"I didn‘t see you~till you slid away. You dign‘t ~give me â€" a chance." a ‘Ladies! Darken | Your Gray Hair j You wouldn‘t speak to me, after the accident!" Asâ€"if sheâ€"had known ‘him years. * sB =® . HOh, 1 wouldt"" (S%â€" »~ mt 306 didn‘t" 5 , S When didn‘t 1?" â€"â€":"The day you were handing bouâ€" quets to that cross cop. You gentled "Didn‘t I%° ‘Thought L. stared brazenly. And the morning by the new hotel. When Qfficer O‘Brien told me who you were there, and I turned }o find you. "I gave you a competent chance then!" "Iâ€"I didn‘t know if you rememâ€" bered me." _ "If I remembered you!" He shift. ed in the car, looked at her. "It may seem sarly inâ€"the game, but I‘m. going to tell you. I‘ve been remembering you steadily ever since the accident."~ L For a long halfâ€"minute there was ailence which seemed to be climbâ€" ing mountains to some distant peak where dwelt one jeweled, priceless word. Then, with a swift drop, her ‘ cheek. was against the hand over hers, on the wheel. "Oh yef, Vikâ€" ilng!" She breathed. Suddenly a clock on a church tower clanged; its large face peered through the windshield. _ "My . goodness . graâ€" lc!ons!" cried . Rosalieâ€"Caryâ€"inâ€"theâ€" insuranceâ€"business. : "I said Td be ‘there at eleven. It‘s twelve!" "I‘tm walking," he said. And then with a rush at the words, "Unjess you‘ll give meaAift?"* It was a long stretch between Marths Street add the city, and at first they spoke little. All at onee, The little car rattléd, appeared to supply the only souBd toâ€"a dum»â€" struck universe. At length, "I‘m glad!" the girl stammered. _ . "I don‘t want to startle you. It seems as if I‘d known you all these months, while I‘ve scoured the streets for the sight of you. Since blessed old Bullivanâ€"" She lifted wide eyes to McLane. "It was Mr. Sulllvan who did it, wasn‘t it," she whispered. And turned cold. "Did it?" Did what? What would he think? She had time to wonder. With a long breath, the Viking nodded. Rosalie ran the car into the gutter and parked it at an ungodly angle. "I mustn‘t startle you. I must reâ€" member," he finished, And~ befinn again. "Look," he said, "we‘re ‘alâ€" most in town. I can‘t talk to you, driving, this way. Lookâ€"stop this bus, will you?" McLane stared at her; shook his head. "I haven‘t the nerve." Then, "I have. You‘ll think me a madâ€" man. The first time everâ€" Butâ€"" A big hand was covering hers on the steering wheel. "Time‘s nothâ€" ing," he spoke. "It‘s happened. It‘s ‘"He did. And it‘s one. isn‘t it done. It is for me. What about you, my dear. Barely he stopped. so. I love you, and 1 don‘t know your first name. Will you marry me?" . Ing at any drug store for a bottle Estabiished 1863 _ """{,‘;:: ::"::u":‘.‘:""fz AssETs OVER $1,400,000 preparation, improved by the addâ€"| GOVERNMENT DEPOAIT ml ition ot other ingredients which| : ~ o i Direct can be depended uporn to restore e natural color andâ€"beauty to the hatr.| L. W. Shuh ...... ... £ .. . President A wellâ€"known downtown druggist| W. G. Welche! ... ... Videâ€"Preaident says it darkens the hair so natural<| J. Howard 8impson * A. 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