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Show s TWO fat DOLLARS -- splendid watch for a him to school boy. on time, and stand a whole lot of hard usage. Guaranteed Just the same as the expensive ones. Others at from $5, $7.50 and up. We pay the on all Buys Will get purchases of $S or over HE pulling down books he did not want and piling them up on his table. He selected a row of notebooks bearing title, The Grisons and the Italian Valleys. d He got out extensive Swiss survey maps, and files of the little "Ladin paper printed at Samaaden. He had got all this up thoroughly on his last journey, and now was the time to dip deep Into the pile of printed and annotated stuff. It would help him to forget anything so absolutely silly as a little wife upstairs in her room, the tears of temper still wet on her cheeks, and employing her small white teeth in reducing to tattered waste a soaked lace pocket handkerchief. felt himself very supeHenry Morrls-Moor- e rior. He was calm, cold, judicial, and above what he called infantile tempers. Upstairs Clara wept and fretted. To think, only to think scarcely ten months married, and it had come to this! Ah, if only she had known! Were all men so cruel, She so bitter? Did nobody care for her? would go to her mother No (Claras reflection came refreshingly cool, like a splash of cold well, not quite that! For one water), thing, she knew her mother; and Mrs. would pack her back to her husband. Clara heard her mother speak these very words. But it was over. So much was fixed. Never, never would it be glad, confident morning again. Henry had settled that when he spoke those words those cruel dividing words. He had said had said well, Clara could not white-blotche- ud PERA POSITIVE MANENT CURE FOR Drunkenness and Opium Diseases. irfcnn. U4m trutd u LEY baa. THE SakLEELaka Han b m (Hntdr as STITUTE. MbBdty, m ia than awa 334 W. Saath Taaib Stmt. IN- City. SEALS, 8TENCIL8. BADGES, TRADE CHECKS, Etc. Full line Rubber Type Outfit, and auppliea In etock. Mail order, receive prompt attention. ALT LAKE STAMP CO., Salt Lake City RUBBER STAMPS A Missing Souvenir. I have heard all kinds of queer names for much abused automobile drivers, said Contractor John L. Joyce, who himself Is an enthusiastic chauffeur, but the queerest I ever heard was used a few days ago by an old gentleman from Crab Creek. It was the day after Eearnest fire, and 1 was going out on the Albert street car line. The old gentleman took a seat alongside of me, and, the conversation turning to current events, we fell to discussing the fire. " That was quite a fire, wasnt it? eaid the old gentleman. Yes, 1 replied. Three machines destroyed. So I heard, said the old gentleman. Three machines destroyed and now they can't find the souvenir. Youngstown Telegram. Sa-lo- OIUiroTrirDE3k i SS . RL .CrocKet no-o-- o . Am Bread in Sheets. Women of the Moki Indians in the deserts of New Mexico make bread in sheets no thicker than a sheet of paper. The corn, of which the bread Is made, is ground between two heavy stones until it becomes very fine. Then It is mixed with water and a very thin batter is spread on a hot stone over the fire, where it is allowed to bake for considerable time. When one side is baked the other Is turned. Sheet after sheet is baked in this manner. No salt is used in the batter, and the bread has a sweetish taste. It is usually blue, taking the color of the corn from which it is made. Christian Science Monitor. cTTtMPJVG QV rie Just Stood Pat. No, replied the old man, replacing pillow, But while Im downstairs chasing the burglar youll be going through my clothes, so its about six In one and a half dozen in the other. Philadelphia Tele- his head upon the graph. The Sixth Sense. In a primary school examination, over which I once had the pleasure to preside, one of the questions was with regard to the five senses. One of the bright pupils handled the subject thus: The five senses are: Sneezing, sobbing, crying, yawning, coughing. By the sixth sense is meant an extra one which some folks have. This is snorWomans Home Companion. ing. Sorry He Spoke. Myrtillas beau was bantering Myr-tllla-s I hear, that sister. Jimmy Jenkins is, courting you, Elsie, he said;. now dont you think hes beginning rather young? Oh, no, said the wise child; "hell probably have his mind made up to propose by the time were both grown up! Specialization. What can I do for you? Patient I have cut my index finger. Doctor Very sorry. But I am a e specialist on the middle finger. Blaetter. Doctor File-gend- Shot at Teddy. Jed Prouty I see that Roosevelt is now workin on a Noo York magazine. Hi Holler Well, theyve got the right man in the right place if hes conductin the column. A ansewrs-to-correspond-n- All. Not Enough earth does the Tommy Pop, round? go Tommys Pop Yes, my son, but it wouldnt if it was divided among all the people who want it. Philadelphia Record. 7.1 vtmFjeA' as ViVi'i csuetff1? herself swept off the piano stool and Installed where, on the rounded arm of a big easy chair, she had little more liberty of movement than that of swinging her feet naughtily and rebel-llouslwhile her husband questioned her. What book were you reading so Intently this afternoon when I came upon you in the corridor? Let me see it? Ehant! (A time). 'Oh, you coward! Because you are strong! I shall go to to Where? To whom? said Harry, easily. To my to Aunt Laetltla. She wouldnt have you, child, laughed her husband, and besides, she would charge you board which I should have to pay! Well, I would pay it out of my own money there! "What own money? My house money! " said her "You forget, Mrs. if you run away you husband, gravely, wouldnt have any house money! Then in a burst, as he shook her, Oh you great baby, he cried, "make up. Bring the book! It was a volume of your diary. I knew exby the lock. Ill show you mine. Fair with Off you! change! said Clara, Well, come with me, then, bolding out her hand, but dont you think Im giving in. Its only yielding to brute force. My spirit is unconquered. Never mind your spirit, said her lord, fetch the book!" And in these books, the greater and the lesser, they read late Into the night. And this was what they found. said Clara, begin Christmas eve there! And she paused, waiting, with her finger in its place. "Oh," said her husband, "I dont think there is much! "And you call yourself a writer! Clara was all on "Well,' shall I begin? She now. could hardly keep needles and pins still. The quarrel was forgotten. " Christmas eve' (she read). 'A dull day Paid calls in the lane Went to Margarets. Baby is adorable and Tom begins to love me Came home by and calls me Aunty dee-aGrants and brought back fruit for dinner. There Is a man coming, a friend of fathers. It is a horrid nuisance. " Here Clara Moore broke off suddenly. "Ob, I wrote everything fresh, you see. 1 wanted to remember. Yu've no idea how bad my memory used to be in those days. Being married helps. One has to remember ones husbands iniquities. Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote, murmured Harry. His wife stopped and looked severely at him. Well, she said, I did write a lot, I know, and yours is no fair exchange. 1 did it partly as an exercise, you see, for I was considered very good at composition at school, whatever you may think. Besides, I dont believe you have anything in that book at all." and he flourished a Oh, yes I have! closely written page of memoranda before her eyes. Well," she said, with a sigh (and her eyes were dim and distant), I will read though I never thought to let anyone see not even you. But since you have been so horrid to me. I y eyes' UPAiCXD wp Gjeej5v37vrr quite remember what. But, at any rate, it was over. She could never forgive him for saying that yes, about dear Aunt Laetltla. Oh, yes, she remembered, that he could never get her a single night to himself without some stalking old with a reticule coming in to spoil everything." Clara would not have her family spoken against not by a score of Henry Moores. She had been educated carefully in the Murray-Linklate- r cult, and no Vere de Vere could be prouder of her name. Clara, in her bolted bedroom, was getting out her blotting book and pad to write to her poor wronged aunt. She was going to ask a refuge for the few remaining days of a blasted life. Yes, that was the adjective she was using, and (strange coincidence!) the villain below stairs was also using it, though perhaps in a more colloquial sense. He had just knocked over a whole pile of the neat notebooks in which he stored away his literary material, and was passing off his own clumsiness in invective against inanimate things. This was his mans way of biting his handkerchief. But the strong arm of coincidence reached yet further. Stumbling and grumbling, Harry gathered up the fruit of his travel experiences and bethem in the little gan shelves where he kept such things, for reference. Work would not go somehow. One remained in his hand a small pocket notebook with rounded corners, which served to carry about him for the shortest personal jottings.- Usually it lay among his keys on the dressing table, and when he shaved he was in the habit of putting down a word or two oh, as brief and bald as possible. But this particular stubby volume happened to be his diary of two years ago, and he stood there with one hand mechanically pushing the notebooks into their places, while his eyes, entangled by what he read, transported him to the ragged carpet, the peremptorily furnished lodgings, the solitary walks, hands deep in pockets, overcoat collar up, cap pulled low But stay, what was of the days when first Clara doing? She had got out her blotting book from under The Songs of the North. The new maid-v- ery hard on the temper of young wives are new maids, as a class had jammed it into the rack, bending the corners shamefully. And so, when at last Clara had released the folio, lo! a cascade of solidly built' volumes in red basil clattered to the ground. She had Just time to spring back; for the volumes had solid brass locks, all opened with the same little gold key. She wore it about her neck, and no one in the three-cornere- t, d world, not even Harry, had ever been allowed to peep within. Indeed, since she was married she had not often done so herself. But now-n- ow that the happiness of her life had foundered beneath her, she would go back it might be all the pleasure (sob) that was left her thus to live over a happy past. (A time.) Watkins, the Moores new maid, experienced some surprise (and not unnaturally) when, in the exercise of her vocation, she was carrying a copper jug of hot water to Mrs. Moores dressing room before Bounding the 'first gong, she observed her master and mistress approach each other from opposite ends of the corridor, both intently reading, like people on a stage he in a small black book, she In one large, fat and red. A still poorer opinion had Sarah Watkins of her new place when she saw the readers look up simultaneously, suddenly and guiltily close their books, turn on their several heels, and so exeunt. "And them sez as what they has only been married ten months! she meditated. "Well well see whats to come of this! The family dinner that night was distinguished by extreme correctitude of demeanor, and an etiquette almost Spanish in its stateliness. They were nothing If not polite that is, when Watkins was in the room. But Watkins knew, and stayed a moment on the mat, listening to the silence that dropped liko a pall. She entered, smiling to herself, knowing (oh, experienced Watkins) that she would find Clara looking sideways at the pattern of the carpet as though she had never seen it before, while at his end of the table Harry was molding bread pellets as if for a wager. These things do not vary. But even Watkins the wise did not know Penny fiction does not inform everything. its readers what real people do. So as soon as Clara had escaped out of the dining room, before he had time to open the door for her, Harry sulkily sat down and felt for his cigarette case. He was sure he had left It in the drawing room. Yet he would not go for it. He could hear Clara playing a noisy jig, the wriggle and stamp of which he particularly loathed. The little wretch, he said, laughing in spite of himself, she knows quite well. "Good evening, Mr. Moore, said his wife, Your cigarette case is and he rose and went. in the smoking room. But this time Harry had It all his own way. Six feet of blonde colossus made short work of mere pinpricks of the tongue. Clara found ously. . ting her brows. he You did begin from the beginning, sm lied as he spoke, why not continue? She glanced up with sudden shyness, almost as he spoke, why not continue? She glanced up with sudden shyness, almost like a surprised Eve. You were saying that It was a horrid nuisance, having me come to dinner," said Harry Moore, did you change your mind? Here it is, said his wife, running her eye close-kni- t 11:00 writing. down the columns of was not so horrid after It is gone. He But I think he likes Edith best. He is big and badly dressed. Why cant writers and artistic people dress humanly? He had on the funniest tie I ever saw, and a beard, and he came in a big gray cloak like one of Millets was worth shepherds. But he talked yes, it Of Uttla Nonsense! said Harry Moore. Stonor? 1 think I see myself! Read the next day go on go on! No, tha day you came to Elton again! Went to make my digestion" call. Took some flowers up to Elton, and talked to the old lady. Think I made a conquest. But the Lady of the Eyes did not show up. Waited an hour and a half, but dont think I wasted my than . entirely. Dear old lady! (, wrejeb! Harry, you are a Very much the contrary, Mrs. Moore! And without giving "Now shall I read? him time to answer, Clara opened the solid Dec. 28th: Wont, basil boards and continued, out all the afternoon with Miss Grierson. Down the lane soup kitchen, girls club, and went home with her to tea. When I got hom f You always knsir saw mother had a secret. by the satisfied way she ha of looking mysterious. She would be disappointed If you didnt ask her at once. So I teased her to tell. Do you know whom Ive been entertaining all afternoon? she said, her shoulders shaking with repressed laughter. I understood well enough. A Oh, the curate, 1 said, as carelessly an 1 could. I saw him going down the lane like a pair of compasses let loose. Do you think the curate would bring mm And ska those? said mother, triumphantly. showed me a lovely bunch of roses, a wagon-loa- d nearly, which she had set well back In the dusk of the piano, so that I should not sew them before mother had her little triumph. My! they must have cost heaps of money thin time of year. They are all mine,' said mother, 'but If you are good you can have Just one bnd for yourself. You see what one gets by staying quietly at home! She was teasing me, of course, this dear mother. old sweet-hearteYou see what one gets for doing worka of charity and mercy! I said. He would have given them to me if Id been here. Ill never do a good action again!' Now turn on to Four Seas Cottage, and read about that, cried Clara. Her eyes were not gray now, nor yet hazel. The dark puptla had swallowed up ail the rest, overflowing everything with the soft blackness of a misty night of few stars. Lets see. Easter, wasnt it? said her husband. But why skip? Much water had flowed under bridges during these months of spring. Oh, I want to get to the end the endf Clara whispered, excitedly. Quick, quick I can't wait! Well, here it is: April 8th. We went a walk along the beach, she and I. We talked. I told her that unless something was going to come of this, I must go away. And What,' she said, 'for altogether? I eaid Y'es. Then she walked a good whila silent, and when I looked, I could see I could never No, you didnt said Clara. have been so silly! Tear after big tear rolling slowly down her cheek, Harry continued, imperturbably. I needed no more than that who would? You dont want me to go? I cried. She shook her head, still weeping, and not caring now whether I saw or not. So I stayed. cold-bloode- d r. will.' It seemed an odd reason, but Harry wisely nodded. Clara fluttered some leaves thoughtWhere shall I go on? she asked, knitfully. You see you were jealous alcried Clara, clapping her hands Joy Ah, ha! ready! Morrls-Moore,- His Hobby. A gentleman formerly attached to the American embassy at London tells ow an old country sexton in a certain glish town, in' showing visitors round the church yard, used to stop at one tomb and say: "This ere is the tomb of Enry Ooper, an is eleven wives. excalimed a tourist, on Eleven! Dear me! Thats one occasion. rather a lot, isnt it? the sexton, looking Whereupon gravely at his questioner, replied: Well, mum; yet see, it war an obby of isn. Harpers Magazine. Talk about being between two fires, a Camden man was aroused by his wife the other night, who said she thought a burglar was in the house and wanted papa to go downstairs and chase him. Papa promptly declined Whats the matter? scornfully asked wifey, are you afraid? hearing httn talk. Not much to though, but he looked at me a lot, and som-hoseemed to be conscious of everything E Dr. Stonor came in after, and! was doing. wanted me to look out music for him. W went Into the corner together and got out tbs folios, and though he was talking to father, I knew very well he was watching us. That all, Clara concluded. She had been reading very rapidly, as if anxious to get to the eng, Now for yours! Mine! oh, mines no great thing, said Harry, opening his little black pocketbook. Jot tings merely. Go on, please, cried Clara, stamping her foot, and mind, dont alter a word or put ta more. I shall know! Christmas eve workeg (began Harry) at Guardian article, took it round, saw proof of yesterdays. Chief wants me to go to Armenia about the atrocities. Shan't! To etnk Clifton, McCosh, Moxon and sew-erin afternoon of the fellows there, who wanted mo to stop. Told them I couldn't Had to go out to old Linklaters to dinner girls, music, bor-b- ut I should look in later. Oh! interjected .Clara, with her head denly haughty, a bore was it?" remarksg You said a horrid nuisance! her husband, and continued bis reading without troubling to defend himself further. I got there early long way out of town several false trails. At last found the place a big house under trees. From the doorwny I could see in the ball a girl standing on step, putting up holly and green stuff. Presently Thin old Linklater came and introduced me. I became conscious of two gres Is Clara! eyes. The dinnr dark, steady, grayish-haze- l went all right after that. Pretty well, I don't know: a fascinating and glamorous person cat tainly. There was also a Bister.' You are making Nonse'nse! said Clara. up as you go along. I know you. Her husband silently banded her the book Decidedly it was so written. Clara did not apologize for her unbelief. She only remarked, Oh. but you are a dear. And, rubbing her cheek against bis cost sleeve, she purred. Go on! she said. Dinner quite informal,' Harry continued. Talked too much, but got led on somehow. Everything went well. Doctor fellow ther side--sat who put on a lot of in a corner and talked to the girl with the while had Just had Morris-Moore- s their first no, not quarrel tiff. Harry was now in his study salt la at jtr d - - They sat long silent that night in their own near each other, and happy Harrys heart was softened. He was in the mood for concessions. Dear, he said, If you would like Aunt Laetltla to come and stay with us a month exclaimed Mrs. Oh, bother Aunt Laetitla! Henry Moore, I only want you! And thus did Clara Murray-Llnklate- r deny her father's house and cleave to her husband. home, |