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Show WOMEN ACTIVE IN WORLD OF TRADE Many Figure on Boards of Large Corporations. Womans place may be in the home, but the annual reports just issued by numerous leading corporations in the United States disclose that she is n'so making a place for herself in the financial world through the medium of stock ownership. A few years ago the names of women were seldom found on the rolls of stockholders, but if figures are to be believed feminine investors are encroaching steadily on a field hitherto dominated by men. . Furthermore, the. women are not content merely to own a few or many shares of stock and sit idly by and let the men run affairs. Many women today are members of the boards of large corporations and they are not mere figureheads.' They are active members and the men have come to respect their judgment. Stock records Indicate that the women like railroad shares. One great railroad has 250,506 shareholders as of last January 1, and of this number 108,210 are women, or 43.19 per cent of the total. With an average holding of 39 shares they owned 33.27 per cent of the outstanding stock. Brokers who have handled their purchases say that the women are uncommonly wise in their selections, most of them excelling male investors in this respect. Moreover, when they lose they prove themselves to be good sports and accept their losses with good grace. St. Louis . side-wis- ' Globe-Democra- ' t. Dr. Pierces Pleasant Pellets are the original little liver pills put up 60 years ago. They regulate,, liver and bowels. Adv. Natures Beneficence To be busy is the greatest foe of grief. Exchange. POISON bowels! in Your Poisons absorbed into the system from souring waste in the bowels, cause that dull, headachy, sluggish, bilious condition; coat the tongue; foul the breath; sap energy, strength A little of Dr. and nerve-forcCaldwells Syrup Pepsin will clear up trouble like that, gently, harmlessly, in a hurry. The difference it will make in your feelings over night will prove its merit to you. Dr.. Caldwell studied constipation n for over years. This long experience enabled him to make his prescription just what men, women, old people and children need to make their bowels help themselves. Its natural, mild, thorough action and its pleasant taste commend it to everyone. Thats why Dr. Caldwells Syrup Pepsin, as it is called, is the most popular laxative drugstores sell e. forty-seve- Dr. W. B. Caldwell's SYRUP PEPSIN A Doctor's Family Laxative Large Pimples on Face Twelve Years Healed by Cuticura SYNOPSIS her eighteenth birthday, Barmotherless daughter of Christopher Thorne, lovable but impractical artist, awakes with lively anticipation of the joys of the day. On bara, CHAPTER I Continued 2 Aunt Josephine was Mothers aunt Barbara had lived with her two years after Mother died when the children had been parceled out among the relatives and Father had gone away. It wasnt a happy two years. Aunt Josephine didnt approve of artists. She didnt approve of Father. Barbara, remembering, sighed. She had missed the children so much. Three years of being together again hadnt made her forget Sometimes, even now, she thought for a dreadful moment that they were separated. . . . What are you thinking?" Fathers voice, olessedly near, routed the dismal thoughts of those past times. But she didnt tell him about them. It didnt seem quite polite. Father might think she didnt trust him. He had promised that they should never be parceled out again. I was thinking, she answered in stead, that the harbor wont look the same when the Ariel isnt there. They taw her swaying at anchor, her sails gleaming white in the sun, Mr. Lorings sloop, the Ariel, beautiful as a dream. Father Jim is leaving tomorrow. He asked me to spoke regretfully. go for a farewell sail this afternoon. That will be nice. Barbara was glad for Father. He loved sailing and boats. The ships he ' painted were the pictures people called Father them. Tripe, bought They werent as nice as the things he did before Mother died. They were up in the attic collecting dust People preferred the ships. Fathers attention strayed from the Ariel. Babbie, he asked, taking a letter from his pocket, do you remember Mr. Schwartz? That dreadful old man with the whiskers? Be more respectful, young lady. He Father pretended to be stern. was an angel in disguise. Barbara asked, thinking "Why? that old Mr. Schwartz looked less like an angel than anyone she had ever seen .in her life. Hes building a swanky home, a castle on the Rhine. No, not the Rhine Father consulted the letter the Hudson, to be exact, and he wants ship panels in his library and He wants you to paint Father them Thats the reward for being polite to gentlemen with whiskers. Father! Barbara was bouncing We can buy the with excitement. house and put in a heater of the jest A gulp and mend the roof and stemmed the torrent of words. The prospect of sudden riches had taken Father, she urged away her breath. when she had found it again, go send him a telegram right away. 1 ! Im going. Father swung down the walk and hurdled the picket fence. Barbara, watching, saw him turn down Pearl the wind tossing street, his hair. How young he looked and healthy and brown. Lovely day i Oh, everything was. so nice I They could finish buying the She loved housje. Dear Mr. Schwartz even his whiskers. Aunt Josephines letter couldnt bother her now. But it was a blot on the day. She would bury it out of sight She found a stick and scooped out a hole under the willow tree. That was the end of Aunt Josephine. She heaped up the earth and stuck in a She tried . . twig for a headstone. to compose her features and think of a dismal hymn Hello, there Happy Birthday! Barbara looked up from Aunt Josephines premature grave. She felt her heart beat faster. Bruce was unlatching the gate. bare-heade- 1 I was troubled with pimples all over my face, neck, back and arms. They were hard, large and red, and hurt when I touched them. They festered and scaled over and at times I could hardly stand to have my clothes touch my back and arms. I could get no rest or sleep and was in that condition about ten or twelve years. I read an advertisement for Cuticura Soap and Ointment and sent for a free sample of each. I purchased more and after using two cakes of Cuticura Soap and two twenty-fiv- e cent boxes of Ointment I was healed. (Signed) Mrs. Marsha Nevils, Rfi, Box 125, LaGrange, Texas, July 26, 32. Cuticura Soap 25c. Ointment 2oc and 50c. Talcum 25c. Sold everywhere. One sample each free. Address: Cuticura Laboratories, Dept Adv. R. Malden, Mags. WNU W 1833 I e, J . ' Gracious! she cried. Were stand- Josephines ing on top of Great-aun- t grave 1" The car, a roadster with battered fenders and one blind headlight, rattled along, threatening at every jounce to shake itself into bits. Comfortable? Bruce asked, above the noise of the engine. She nodded. Bruce was looking, at the small excited person whose shoulder brushed his arm. When he was alone he thought he knew her by heart, the way her hair waved back from her forehead, her tilted nose, the dimple that woke when she smiled. And yet, each time he saw her again, she was a fresh surprise. Darling he thought Lovely child ! . . . tfhey left the town behind. Bruce gave the car the gas. Barbara liked to travel at top speed over this stretch of road. He heard her little excited Schwartz who had turned out to be squeals. He felt her hand clutch an angel in disguise. his arm. She enjoyed things so. Life Now he was in the kitchen talking was an adventure to Babbie. It would secrets with Martha. Barbara had be always, he thought. Good Lord! tactfully remained In the living room. Was that waddling thing a goose . . . The car swerved with a sudden Jolt Waiting was difficult Why didnt Bruce hurry? It was after eleven and stopped on the brink of a ditch. oclock ! Barbara tumbled against him. He felt She looked at herself In the mirror her hair, silky and soft, brushing above the book shelves set In its frame across his cheek. . . . of tarnished gilt The freckles were Did we hit it? she asked breathgrowing fainter, she thought lessly. I dont think so. He found it diffThe kitchen door opened and there icult to keep his mind on the goose. was Bruce. Bruce tanned a lovely color, she thought, sort of golden They looked back. The goose, safe brown, too, like beech leaves in the at the side of the road, glared at them, fall. His eyes were blue. That was scolded shrilly, smoothed its ruffled always surprising. You expected them feathers. to be brown. The car rattled on down the curvThey were smiling, . . . corners. at the road. Barbara chattered gayly, ing crinkling Do you like her?" Bruce asked. discovered wonders along the way. Do you? She whirled around, bold Bruce was silent, lost in thought. as brass because it was her birthday. What would she have said, he wonHis eyes said dered, if he had put the ring on her Shes pretty nice. more than that Or maybe she just other hand? He had wanted to but he had been afraid. She looked so young in that yellow jersey with the ribbon around her hair. Did she understand that he loved her, as a man loves a woman, that he wanted to share the adventure of her life? There were times when she seemed grown up. But this morning, under the willows, except for a moment, her eyes had been younger than Gays. Better wait. But suppose he should lose her. Someone would always be falling in love with Barbara. He was leaving to- I The picnic basket was packed with lunch. The presents had been displayed: Fathers coral necklace, Kits water color of the willows, Gays slipper buckles, the window box Jamie had made, filled with vines and blosBruce had admired soming plants. them alL He had heard about old Mr. 1 morrow. of They Were Alone In a World Sand and Sunshine. ...it imagined Bruce. You couldnt tell about "Are you ready? Hq came into the room with the basket of lunch. Ive been waiting hours ! She didnt feel bold any longer. She felt sort of happy and shy. They went out through the dining room door, under the arbor that led from the house to the studio, under the swaying willows. Babbie Bruce stopped suddenly and set the basket on the grass. Barbara stopped, too. She looked up at him wonderingly. His eye3 werent smiling now. They looked at her so strangely. Did you think I hadnt brought you a present? be asked. ... I didnt know. Would you have minded hadnt? he said gravely. I couldnt have borne it, if shq I an- swered. Shut your eyes and give me your hand. Barbara screwed her eyes together and held out her small right hand. She knew the present was a ring before he said she might look. Such a lovely ring ! It was made of twisted gold and from a tiny clasp In the center hung a small gold heart which made a tinkling sound whenever she moved her hand. She lifted her face, flushed Bruce framed In blowing and starry-eyetendrils of soft brown hair. A smile that was close to tears trembled across Bruce! she marveled. It her lips. just exactly fits! It should, he said. It was made for you. The heart is to match your face. They were silent for an interval. The wind in the willows was a song that was happy and sad. Barbara moved her hand and heard the tinkling of the heart She wanted to thank him. She couldnt find words. She looked down at the grass, afraid she was going to cry. Bruce saw the droop of the curly head. What was she thinking? Did the ring mean more to her than a . birthday gift? Babbie A low little laugh broke the spell of sunlight and shadow and the willows sad sweet song. Barbara raised her Her face sparkled with head. ! d, . . . Barbara, silent now, watched the trees running pnst. What was Bruce thinking? He was so quiet, looking straight ahead. Was he, too, feeling sad, in spite of being so happy? He seemed to have forgotten her. She had only imagined that, under the willows, he had looked at her in a different sort of way. She felt, all at once, very small and lost and forlorn. But the feeling vanished when they scrambled down the steep drop of She slipping sand to the beach. couldnt feel forlorn. It was such a beautiful day. They raced down the wide white beach. They played with a beach ball and invented a brand new game. It was fun to shout and sing and make a lot of noise. There was no one to hear them. They were alone in a world of sand and sunshine, a blue and golden world, sunshine and ocean and sky. They opened the basket of lunch and gobbled like greedy children. Everything tasted so good. And there was a' surprise in the bottom of the basket maple candy stuffed with hickory nuts. Martha had bothered to make it. Wasnt Martha a dear? When they couldnt hold another crumb, they stretched out on the blankets. Bruce lit a cigarette and blew smoke rings, one inside the other. Barbara admired them. She admired Bruce. He was so good looking, his golden brown tan, his eyes that were as deeply blue as the sky on a frosty night. It was fun to be with him, lying there, drowsy and warm, washed with waves of sunlight. Because she was happy she hummed the song that all day long had been singing through her mind We sail the ocean blue We catch-- a da plenty-- a fish Bruce propped himself on his elbow to see her more distinctly. She lay, curled like a kitten, her eyes half closed, her head pillowed on her arm. Tenderness swelled in his heart. Babbie, he said gently. Hmm? Babbie row. ... Im leaving Your best talker is he who can make others talk their best. Originating in generosity, this can also serve for anybody, if made to talk of what he best knows and most loves, is sure to say something worthy to be remembered. The tyro prefers to do all the talking himself. Next, he discovers this to be bad manners. Finally he learns that to bring out the best in experience not only gives that person pleasure but himself profit. To listen is a finer art than to talk. An actress of wide and rich talent tells me that on the stage if you listen well the audience looks at you instead of at the speaker. Their ears can tell them what the speaker says, it is through their eyes that they must guess what the listener is thinking. Listen well, and though you utter not a word you shall get the credit of being very Intelligent I But good listening is impossible to feign. The interest must be sincere, the sympathy genuine. Boston Globe. self-interes- t; aweacmcne There seems to be no safer way to end a headache and there certainly is no safer way than two tablets of Bayer Aspirin. Youve heard doctors say Bayer Aspirin is safe. If youve tried it, you know its effective. You could take these tablets every day in the year without any ill effects. And every time you take them, you get the desired relief. Stick to Bayer Aspirin. Its safe. It gets results. Quick relief from headaches, colds, or other sudden discomfort. Its Eternal Truth To get water you must dig and the same thing is true in getting other things, too. What SHE TOLD WORN OUT HUSBAND HE could have reproached him for his fits of temper his all in" complaints. But wisely she I saw in his frequent colds, his on edge condifagged out, tion the very trouble she herself had whipped. Constipation! The afvery morning -r ter taking NR Rem- (Natures edy). as she ad- vised, he felt like himself again keenly alert, peppy, cheerful. NR the safe, dependable, laxative and corrective works gently, thor- naturally.lt stimulates the eliminative tract tocomplete, regular oughly, functioning. a box. 25cTryat, dcuggists. Consider the Cost try everything once, but You can tomor- The humming ceased. Her brown eyes opened wide. Leaving, Bruce? "Going back to New York. Barbara turned her head. She didnt want Bruce to see her face. She knew she was going to cry. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Labor Colonies Labor colonies are agricultural communities, common In Europe but almost unknown in the United States. They are maintained for the purpose of giving employment and training to individuals who, because of misfortune or Inefficiency, have difficulty in earning a living. The oldest of these colonies are the four in Holland, which have a membership of 2,000 and were established about seventy-fiv- e years ago. Highest Value Set on Fine Art of Listening youd better not. Adviceto Daughters women YOUNG from monthly pains, or headaches, side aches, and women of middle age who suffer from heat flashes, nervous- ness, should take Dr. Pierces Favorite Prescription. This is advice of Mrs. J. A. Tobey of No. 320 7th Ave., Sterling, Colo., who says: At one time I the was very nervous and irritable. I had ; was sick to my stomach, too. But Dr. Pierces Prescription overcame the stomach complaint. I had more strength and energy and it drove away those awful headaches. 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