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Grandmother, watching beside a red-brick gate with quassey little wooden vases painted white on their sober square tops. Grandmother peered through the soft twilight of a trees-darkened lane, with her little two feet on mother earth in the deepest heart of the garden when grandmother came. And grandmother came on mother earth, pounding along on his sleek black mare, with the dust clouding along behind. And his hat. As to the Perfect Woman For any woman wishes to know if a perfect specimen of her sex, she has only to apply the rules laid down for ascertaining the fact, and figure out the results. First as to height, tastes differ, but the Medicean Venus is 6 feet 6 inches in height, and this is held by many sculptors and artists to be the most admirable stature. For a woman of 6 feet 5 inches, 138 pounds is the proper weight and if she be well formed, she can stand. Another ten pounds without greatly showing it. When the arms are extended, she should measure from tip of middle finger to tip of middle finger just 5 feet inches, exactly her own height. The length of her hand should be just a tenth of that, of her foot just a seventh, and the diameter of her chest a fifth. From the thighs to the ground, she should measure just what she measures. "Something Hot" Maxwell House Blend Coffee. QUALITY. Always Pleases. Always Pure. Ask your grocer for it. Cheek-Neal Coffee Co., Jacksonville, Nashville, Hoastos. If You Have a "Host of Friends," How Many of Them Are Ready to Be Your Host? A-Horse and A-Wing from the thighs to the top of the head. The knee should come exactly midway between the thigh and the heel. The distance from the elbow to the middle finger should be the same as the distance from the elbow to the middle of the chest. From the top of the head to the chin should be just the same as the length of the foot, and there should be the same distance between the chin and the armpits. A woman of this height should measure 24 inches about the waist and 24 inches about the bust if measured under the arms, and 43 inches over them. The upper arm should be 13 inches round and the wrist 6 inches. The calf of the leg should be 144 inches, round the thigh 25 inches, and the ankle. 8 inches. There {a another system of measure ments which says that tha distance twice round the thumb should go once round the wrist; twice round the wrist once round the throat; twice round the throat once round the waist, and so on; hut the firet are the standards used by 'ia"!murs who have gained them by measurements of the Greek statues Brinags Instant Relief and Quickly Clears Away Skin Eruptions N natter ahi have bheen A e hat soothing, an- RATY xnd 1} suffering stops righ er H ng gins t very mir t nd S BOLs We 0 Q k s o : n axceller. ns hing of hkrsh ar i - 1T 1 T Nt \ “ Reats k ADVERTIS Gran’'mother waitéd in the garden—but now Betty waits on the roof. was very tall and his spurs jing-a-linged with & tiny music when he strods up the gray-stone steps and kissed the face of the flower at the top. Now it's a new picture—with nothing the same but the hearts of the girl and the man. And they—they are the same, young and un steady, and wrapped in flame as ever gran'mother’s-and-father’s could be. But now M’swestneart listens for the growing purr of a mighty motor—a far-away numming that grows terrifying and heart gladdening somewhere out of the twilit sKy. She walts in her soft, blowing frock like a slim, lighted candle held high. She watches beside a rearing stone chimney on the tlles Hats the Wide World Over N Russia the malden who is free may dress her locks as she wishes. But not so the wife—she must hide her hair. So, as a recom pense for this sacrifice, she dons a hat which may well be callad welrd. In shape, it is not unlike a bishop's miter, and it is adorned as the fancy or the purse of the wearer dictates. Gold, silver, and even precious stones have been used in decorating this kokoschink, as it is called. In certain parts of Spain, a hat similar to the Russian style is worn, particularly in this popular with the dancers among the Toledo peasantry, although it must be very hot and uncomfortable for this purpose. The Dutch maiden of Amsterdam pins her faith—and her head—to a hat which resembles in shape an inverted flower pot. It may not be the style most suited to her round, placid face, but she would not change it for the latest “thing” in millinery. On the Island of Marken, in the Zuyder Zee, the fashionable hat is again of the miter shape, but with the addition of wide, flapping wings. Further north, in Norway, a maiden on her bridal day dons a traditional erection which can't be likened to an eccentric castle of a gigantic chessboard. In Alsace-Lorraine, the women wear a huge winged headdress. The wonderful thing about the Alsatian hat is—how is it supported? Are there concealed wires? And how does it “stop on” in a high wind? Precisely. “I can tell you,” said the accurate man, "how much water flows under Brooklyn Bridge every day to a quart.” Obviously. How much?" asked his skeptical friend. "Two pints." The Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F. KIRK. ILFRED has got a new hunch on the poetry game," said the Manicure Lady. "He wrote three sad poems a little while ago and sent them to a magazine that prints some of his best things when they need fillers. The editor sent the pieces back and wrote Wilfred a letter. He said that he didn't have any room in his magazine for sad poetry, but that if Wilfred wanted to write some nice, sunny poems he could use them. The editor told Wilfred in the letter that there was some money in funny, sunny stuff, but that sad poetry was a drug on the market." "I thought all of Wilfred's good was pretty sad," said the Head Barber. "It is, I guess," admitted the Manicure Lady. "But, anyhow, poor brother is all worked up now on his new experiment. He was feeling kind of sad when he saw the poems come back, and he told us up to the house that as soon as he could get in a sunny frame of mind he would go to the sunshine verses." "He wanted to borrow five dollars from father to make him feel sunny, but the old gent was looking out of the window. He told Wilfred that if he wanted to get some he could go in the library and sample some of father's best, but Wilfred tried that once and found that he wasn't enough of a hero to drink what father likes, so he just went to the theater." ARKE. NE saw a homely cottage small O Against a beetling hill, Some straggling trees that dropped their leaves Upon the low door sill, The loneliness of all outdoors. So deep, and dark, and still The other glimpsed a dying fire Upon a hearthstone wide, A twinkling flame of candle light That fitfully descried A woman in a low armchair, A cradle by her side. “One was a stranger” doomed to roam The other called the hovel homs, By NELL BRINKLEY of the roof, and the curtains of the open dormer-window, where she slambared out with her field glasses, whip whitely in the night wind. “Sweetheart now lifts her face and searches the waste of the sky, her little two feet gripping the roof high up above the floor of the feathery tree-tops, “up above the world so high,” when her sweet heart comes. And HE drops out of the heart of the sky—on a singing wing, the roar of his engine filling the world—star-dust drifting behind. And his headgear is very snug and onion-skin close—and he strips the goggles away from his eyes when he lights to kiss the face of the now-a-days sweetheart.—NELL BRINKLEY. waited and waited till his mind got to bubbling. Last night he was in pretty good form, for him, and here is one of the happy poems he wrote: “The sweetest thing in all this world Is sunshine in the summer; It has a cheering effect on one Like an order gave to a drummer. It brings the blades of grass high up And keeps the green things growing. If it always shined, where they would stop Have no definite way of knowing. “The human soul needs sunshine, too,” To keep it from rusting and molding, So it seems to me that I and you Should refrain from frowns and scolding. So scatter sunshine everywhere When to you a ‘chance does come, And you will then feel free from care And not like a poor old bum.” I don't think he can sell that stuff To any magazine,” declared the Head Barber. “I don't know, George," replied the Manicure Lady. “but Wilfred always seems to have great faith in magazines, somehow. He says they have encouraged him more than newspapers.” “I don't think your brother needs no encouragement,” said the Head Barber. “What he needs after writing stories like the one you just read is a few quiet months over on the Island.” Their Silver Anniversary They were celebrating their silver wedding, and, of course, the couple were happy and affectionate. “Yes,” said the husband, “this is the only woman I ever loved. I shall get forget the first time I proposed to you:” “How did you do it?” burst out a young man who had been squeezing a pretty girl's hand in the corner. They all laughed, and he blushed, but the girl carried it off bravely. “Well, I remember as well as if it were but yesterday. It was at Cape May. With some friends, we had gone down for the day, and she and I got wandering alone. Don't you remember, my dear?” The wife smiled. “We sat by the shore. You haven't forgotten, love, have you?” The wife nodded. “She began writing in The sand with the point of her parasol. You recall it, sweet, don't you?” The wife nodded again. “She wrote her name, ‘Minnife’ and I said, ‘Let me put the other name to it.’ And I took the parasol and wrote my name, ‘Fibkins’ after it.” And she took back the parasol and wrote below it, “No, I won't.” Then we went home. You remember it darling? I see you do.” Then he kissed her, and the company murmured, sentimentally, “Wasn't it pretty?” The visitors had all departed, and the happy couple were left alone. “Wasn't it nice, Minnie, to see all our friends around us so happy?” “Yes, it was, John. But that reminiscence!” “Ah, it seems as if it were only yesterday.” “Yes, dear: there are only three things you're wrong about in that story.” “Wrong? Oh, no!” “John, I am sorry you told that story, because I never went to the seaside with you before we were married; I was never at Cape May in my life, and I never refused you.” “My darling, you must be wrong.” “I am not wrong, Mr. Fibkins, I have a good memory, and, although we have been married 25 years, I'd like to know who that minx was. You never told me about her before.” A Story of Love and Laughter A Pair of Sixes Based on the Great Broadway Play of the Same Name. (Based on the great Broadway play by Edward Peple, now playing at the Longacre Theater, New York City.—Copyright, 1914, by International News Service, sole owner of serial rights.) Novelized By A A. WATERBURY, Novelizer of “The Family Cupboard,” “At Bay,” etc., etc. One Is Worried. "All right, I will," replied Net- A tleton. But there was desperate uneasiness in his tone. Nettleton and Johns looked at him mutely. There was confident amusement on Johns' good-natured and good-looking face. Nettleton rose as if in protest, and then sank down again shamefacedly as Vanderholt rapped out curtly: “Now, then! Who's to be the quitter? Speak up—don't mind me. Don't be afraid of having us know you for a short-sport. Speak up! No quitters present? Well, I am surprised!” he finished tauntingly. “Ready, Miss Parker?” And Sally very dazedly got out her book. “Yes, sir,” she answered. “And don't you interrupt me,” commanded Vanderholt, walking jerkily about and jerking out his dictation with rapid, nervous force. “This agreement, made and entered into this blank day of June, 1914, by and between George P. Nettleton, party of the first part, and T. Boggs Johns, party of the second part—-" Johns rose so quickly that he seemed fairly to pounce from his chair. “Hold on there! I decline—positively—to be known as the party of the second part!” Nettleton had been sitting nervously ramming his hands in and out of his trousers pockets. Now he rose dramatically to the occasion and belittled Johns: “H'm! Always the way with that pin-headed captain of industry—blocks everything!” “Thanks, George! I'll make you a party of the second part” said the dictator. “No; I'm hanged if you will! I wouldn’t give him that much satisfaction for worlds of contracts!” Vanderholt ran his hands wildly; across his forehead. But he was very careful not to disarrange the satanic whirl into which his hair was brushed just above his prostrate brow. “Whew! Miss Parker, strike that out! Take this: This agreement, made and entered into this blank day of June by and between the parties who have hereto set their hands and seals, witness: Paragraph. Where the parties hereto have found it impossible to continue as business partners, they hereby agree and do agree as follows: Paragraph. To play one hand of showdown in a game which for future legal reference may be known as poker—and the loser in said game, for the term of one year from date hereof, shall become the household servant of winner of said game; the winner hereafter to be known as the master, and the loser hereinafter to be known as the master. As the man, subject to the following conditions, to wit: ——" Turning in his nervous pacing, Van derholt faced his victims. “All right, boys?" Johns grinned with the jovous assurance of a sure winner. This was his lucky day—and he knew it! “Fine!” he acceded, looking derisively at Nettleton. That gentleman was sunk in deep and utter dejection low in his chair, and he was nervously mopping a damp and clammy brow. "Yes— that's splendid!" he jerked out. Johns boomed forth a jeering laugh. "Good!" snapped Vanderholt in his best legal manner. Then he continued his dictation to Sally: "Clause One—And the Master shall have full and absolute control of all matters pertaining to the Eureka Digestive Pill Company; without stay, let, hindrance or process of injunction on the part of the Man." Whereupon both partners rose with automatic precision and as one, to register deep and abiding protest. Summer Resorts. Summer Resorts, a high, cool, healthful resort in the heart of the Cumberland Mountains of East Tennessee, an unexcelled climate. Modern hotel—one thousand acres in an acre and grounds—eighteen holes golf course—saddle horses—fine five-piece orchestra for concerts and dancing. And that most famous of all American Mineral Waters. STATE SPRING NATURAL MINERAL WATER always a help, nearly always a cure in indigestion, nervousness and all ailments. Allments attributable to improper functions of the bowels, liver and kidneys. Rev. Dr. E. E. Hoss, Bishop Methodist Church, Nashville, Tenn., says: "It gives me the greatest pleasure to say that I regard Tate Spring water as the best remedy for all disorders of the stomach, bowels, liver, and kidneys of which I have knowledge." Enjoy the healthful water at the spring or have it shipped to your home. For sale by all druggists, in sterilized bottles, filled and sealed at the spring. Rates $15 to $42 per week, according to location and number of persons occupying room. Write for booklet. ON THE LINE OF THE SOUTHERN RAILWAY S. B. ALLEN, MANAGING DIRECTOR TATE SPRING, TENNESSEE Atlanta Mineral Water Co., Distributors Tate Wates, Vanderholt smiled paternally and held out his hands to quiet them. 66 UT-—the Master shall credit the Man's account with all income, commissions or other moneys rightfully his—" Whereupon, with automatic unity quite equaling that with which they had arisen, Nettleton and Johns sank down again great and evident relief, and Van continued: "And shall hold same, subject to deductions for bad behavior!" "Say, Van—what kind of bad behavior?" jerked out Nettleton in absolute terror. To Be Continued Tomorrow. Uneeda Biscuit Tempt the appetite, please the taste and nourish the body. Crisp, clean and fresh—  4 B NI % P ! \ Od’ /”‘;_,._-., ! QQ W, '3’4"’ ; | =2 g 2 Baronet Biscuit Round, thin, tender— with a delightful flavor —appropriate for luncheon, tea and dinner. 10 cents. 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