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TITC BUFFALO EVENING TCIES, THURSDAY, AUGUST 15, 1012. MAGAZINE SECT: qwlb torn 'i the Pens of the Best Producers in the Lighter Vein Two Pages Bristling Full' of the Crlspest Chat and Current umor --tfij-tjxi riifcrxrxfr-ri The Strong Arm Squad -s By Robert Minor A PAINTED LADY ft By MARIOS GORDON'. Copyright, 1312, by the' Associated Literary Press. Oladwin looked around the fine old hall with satisfied eyes, his dreams of a home at last fulfilled. From his orDhaneil bovhood he had yearned for four walls of his very own to encompass him with friendly warmth and affection, and now he found them hers in- fine old mansion purchased from with the old place, but I feel quite differently now that I have met you." "You are very goody murmured Gladwin as he bent over her hand.

"Some day, when Mrs. Dill Is able to receive visitors I wTll ride over to Fairlawn." When he left the room Rosamond was looking at the portrait of her mother with the same tender gaze that the painted Rosamond bent upon her He found a badly frightened Martha lingering outside the door, when he reassured her and sent her Into the library with a tray of refreshments for the unexpected visitor, she smiled gratefully at him and thereafter was devoted to him. In time Gladwin's other dreams came true. Into his lonely life there came a beautiful love story, and the painted lady in the picture smiled tenderly down upon Gladwin and his wife, Rosamond, and their children, and upon the white-haired grandmother, who came back into the old home to partake of their happiness. QUESTION OF AMES.

In Borne of the country distrtcts in Ireland it is not lan uncommon thing to see carts with the owners name chalked on to save the" expense of painting. Practical Jokers delight in rubbing out these signs to annoy the owners. vA constabulary sergeant one day accosted a countryman whose name had been wiped out unknown to him. "Is that your cart, my good man 7" "Of course It is" was the reply. "Do you see anything tho matter wid It?" "I observe," said the pompous policeman, "that your name is o-blltherated." "Then y're wrong." quoth the countryman, who had never come across the long word be'ore, "for me name's O'Flaherty, and I don't care who knows It" (Youth's Companion.

In a low, sweet voice that thrilled him. 'You must not blame old Martha I begged her to let me come in for a few minutes. There was no light and we thought you had gone to bed." Her voice shook slightly, for she had been startled at finding him there. Gladwin; arose and wheeled another chair to" the fire. He tossed on some pine splinters and another log and turned to her with a charming gesture of hospitality.

"I am sure you will rest a little while," he said courteosuly. "Oh." thank you," she hesitated and then swept forward and sank into the Glad-win saw that she was indeed flesh and blood. He easily guessed that she must be the daughter of that fair Rosamond Dilly, who had eloped with her and displeased her stern "I am Rosamond Mallory," said the girl with a quick upward look at the portrait of her motner now visible in the candle light Gladwin had produced. "Today is my birthday and I wanted to come back to the old home and look at her picture Just once more. Grandmother does not know she would be horrified at such an act.

She doesn't understand how I feel about It. I never knew my mother, but I love her- memory so dearly." Gladwin's own eyes dimmed. He, too, had never known his mother and he understood the yearning for mother hands and a mother heart to lean upon. "I knew," he said hoarsely, and she "glanced at him and knew that be un derstood. "It is very good of you to tell me all this, and now, if you will honor me by remaining here as long as you please.

I will send Martha to you at once." She held out her hand, a firm pink flesh and bloodepalm that he covered in his own large grasp. "I thank you sincerely, Mr. Gladwin." she said simply "I am sure grandmother will be glad to meet you; of course, you know it hurt us to part that his money could buy the family heirlooms as well. "Tain't considered lucky to her dat pictur around, sah," said Martha as she opened the door. "Why?" he asked quickly, teen ting a story.

It's ha'nted." "Nonsense," he laughed. Martha tossed her white turban scornfully. guess ole Marse knew! He was sot against her marryin young Mallory he was handsum but he was -ore and when de baby was born Miss Rosamond died and her pa never forgive himself and he uster say she cum down outer de pictur and talk to him when he sat stnokin heah! I dun no de truf, sah, but ole Jedge died In dat belief, and so did Marse Mallory and dey ain't nobody left 'cept ole Miss and Miss Rosamond weartn her purty eyes' out teachin' dat white trash in Fairlawn!" Martha swung out of the room, and the aoor closed behind her with a bang that Gladwin did not notice. So his home was filled with memories of other, people! It was still alive with old tragedies old heartaches. All there were left, of the fine old family were the grandmother and the young girl who taught school in Fairlawn.

How they must hate him for occupying their home. He felt like an interloper as he sat there pondering the story Martha had told him. "From the fragments she had related he -pieced together romance and tragedy and pathos until the room seemed peopled with these ghosts of other days. The dock, striking the half hour eleven aroused him to the fact that the lamp was burning low, and he extinguished it, sitting there by the from the embers In the fireplace. Now he could no longer see the portrait over the mantel.

It was a blurred shadow like the dark corners of the room. The house was very quiet. Martha and her assistants were asleep in the east wing, and he had the empty rooms to himself. "It is home, but it is very lonely, he murmured regretfully. Then something strange happened.

When he opened his eyes again he was. conscious of a presence in the room beside him. He stared up at the black space where the portrait had been, and then at the dim corner of the room where the firelight flickered over the paneled wall making an unsubstantial background for the slender form of a girl gowned in gauzy black. pink rose nestled in her bosom and her fair race set in its frame of misty dark hair looked like another rose. So Martha's story was true! The fair Rosamond of the picture had the impoverished members of an almost extinct Samuel Gladwin had made himself Tich and successful at forty-two.

'Samuel, my boy." he said to himself, this is better than bachelor apartment or splendid hotels this Is home! It only lacks one thing. I must get me a wife." He looked a little wistfully through the vista of untenanted rooms. His own money and cultivated taste had perfected the shabby interior, which etili retained its fine old mahogany and china. In the library, which was his own especial den. hung several family portraits that had passed Into his hands.

Over the fireplace hung the portrait of lady a sweet, fair, brown-haired girl, with dreamy gray-blue eyes and rosa-tlnted cheeks. Her hair framed her face mistily, and her white throat and arms were veiled with some sheer black gauzy stuff. At her bosom nestled a pale pink rose. Gladwin threw himself into a low chair and blew a cloud of smoke upward. Through the -blue haze the painted lady smiled tenderly down at Mm.

So he would have his wife look at him so would he have her gaze at th.ir children. Presently black Martha brought some fresh logs for the fire, and her keen old eyes caught the expression on his face as he iued up "at the picture. "Kin I do anything more, Marse Gladwin?" she asked. lingering near the door. "No, thank you; Martha that unless you can tell me something more about the picture over the mantelpiece." He colored slightly, fearing that ha had betrayed the real Interest that he felt.

A fllm seemed to cover Martha's eyes she looked like a wise old tortoise as she drew her lean neck back into the folds of her "Excuse me Marse Gladwin," she said drily, "seems like I done tole you all about dat It's de pictur of Miss Rosamond Jlly she's daid and buried this twenty year like all de Dillvya "cept old Miss and young Miss." "Who is 'old Miss?" "Missis Jedge Dilly -her as sold you de house, sah," returned Martha crisp- -''Oh, I ne'er met her; I transacted all the business through her lawyers. And who is 'young miss'?" "Miss Rosamond Mallory granddaughter to Missis Jedge Dilly that's iliss Rosamond's ma befor' she was married. Martha pointed to the portrait above the mantel. I Beneath her respectful manner there was a veiled resentment that this newcomer should have had the power not only to purchase the home of her old master, but I Ms -M Cf -S? How to Be Healthy BY WALT MASON. at IS Eschew the things you like the best the steaks and oyster fries, and swallow down with eager zest, the things that you despise.

Pill up with stepped down from her frame and come) greens and milk and bran ana toastea granam Dreaa, ana 1 I you will be a healthy man. providing you're not aeaa Health Is the thing without a price it surely Is the roods, eo read the safe and sane advice of men like Hutchywoods, and bathe yourself ten times a day in shredded gasoline, and eat three kinds of clover hay, and eat them when they're green. Be sure and wear a Cheese cloth suit when you are on the street, and have a -screen door in each boot to ventilate your feet. 'RememBer, to reproach mm ror wnair ror our ing her old home of course, he toid himself as he stared at her with fascinated eyes. All at once he realized that she was staring back at him in a frightened way.

Her hand moved! It flew up to her white throat with a gesture cf great fear! His picture was alive! "Don't be frightened. Miss Rosamond," he heard himself saying gently. "Oh!" cried -the apparition, turning as If to flee, "Please stay I thought you were a ehost or something he went on, still sitting there. "Old Martha has been telling stories to me." The girl sighed audibly. "I apolpize most she water should be fried before it's fit to If germs and microbes get inside, they'll put you on the blink.

Engage a specialist you will to manicure your teeth, and fumigate, with splendid skin, the hangdowns umierneatn. Deodorize your tainted wealth, wear medicated socks, and soon you'll have such perfect health they'll put you In' a box. WAXiX MASUIN. Copyright, 1912, by George Matthew Adams. --'gsaa 1 Boys' 05 Suits.

02-65 $5.00 Jtfedium and Dark All-wool Suits for boys 7 to 17 years Norfolk and double breasted styles -for one day only PC Friday. $-iUU Store Closed Saturday at Noon. Friday's the Time to Shop SOW: I pvbi IMJ A GIRL'S LETTER, 'THE -MAN'S TO BE ENVIED WHO GOT IT BY KATE BURR 8 M. SC3L DDE3 THE TTHE MAN WHO received the following letter from which I am Quoting copious extracts ought to be the proudest, happiest "Daddy In Curia! tendom, and I dont doubt that he is. 1 Jt was sent to a Buffalo man from an only daughter a beautiful girl CB Mr ZflS won.

is clothing thousand of school children (as we pre- dieted) and parents are happy over the savings. Friday's the time for yon! 39c Doublefold Poplins and Henriettas, 15c. OSW 50o Half-wool Suitings, Meltons and Tweeds, 19c. Remnants of Wool Dress Goods, worth up to 75c yard, for 25c. 56-inch $1.25 Scotch and English Tweeds, French Mixtures, Coatings, 35c.

$1.00 and $1.25 -Serges, Diagonals, Cheviots, Mohairs and Panamas, 50c. 65c and 75c Black Storm Serge, Mohair and Diagonals, 29c. 1C i of eighteen who was vacationing in a small town down the State. Dearest Daddy: Having tried in vain to deceive myself to the extent "of 'believing ithafl the thermometer, maintains a polite record of less than one hundred, take my pen in literally a tearful hand to write a few words as 'feww indeed as will reasonably and lovingly convey my mesaag; toitheMnort splendid Daddy a girl ever had. I am enjoying myself in: no uncertain manner in this little ancestral village, which is so quaint a mixture of the old-fashioned and the modern.

Of course there are undesirable features the limited-: water supply donated by fitful, and miserly wells, a hardware store where one can purt chase little more than can openers and washing machines, and the innocent but uncomfortably steady stare bestowed by the natives upon visitors; a Now I have written enough to tire you I haven't moralized. Daddy I you don't require it, but very seriously very earnestly I want to tell yotl that you CAN NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE TOD. I hava Iq previous letters exhausted the pitifully' small store of words we use Hr at tempting to express our affection, and can only send you a heart FUXii oi the love that only a daughter can give. I realize what a father's protection means, especially that of swih father as you have always been to men, ever since those babyhood dayj when I could climb into your lap and put my arms around you. A I can't do that any more and that's the only I regret about being eighteen years old.

i' But you will take your Itttla- girl's love as It comm. wont yevA BOUNDLESS AND TENDER AND FAITHFUL. AliWAYS. Write to tne soon. Daddy.

Your own devoted Uttle daughter. The man who received that letter has no excuse for falling short any of the manly virtues, for he owns a gem which money can't buy. Liove and admiration like that are fceyond barter and many a fath would sell his stocks and bonds for the outpouring of love an dt faith thi4 Buffalonian receives at first hand. t- Such a letter -'from -such a daughter almost makes the heart young. And the world does not seem to have gone utterly to the demnlfloil baw wows while the pure gold of a young girl's lov and trust remains In llj To outsiders the man who received this letter is Just an ordinary, every day man of the world, part good and part bad, with a white streak and I MR.

JARK LE.VRXS OF TROU-BLK THAT FOR ONCE ISNT POINTING ms WAY. Copjrright," 1912, by the Press Publish-in Co. (The New York World.) gollles! I ain't going to have no company any more at my house when my wife Is away up In Solomon County In the Klllskats mountains," said Mr. Slavlnsky, the neighborhood glazier. "Catskill, Catsklll!" corrected Mr.

Jarr. "And you mean Sullivan County, too." "So?" replied Mr. glavineky. "Well, maybe. Anyway, my eon Shidney, who is an actor mlt the moving pictures, is out West, and he says In Denver no cats lives because they die on the high and for that I guess it is the reason the Klllscats or the CatsklUs mountains get a name." "How la Sidney doing?" asked Mr.

Jarr, and Mr. Blavlneky put down his glass-put-ln kit to ease his shoulders while he stood beside Mr. Jarr at Tony's bootblack stand. "Shidney Is doing fine," said Mr. it.

And now, you see, we'll have another inkstand in- the house to show company or use in cold weather." "Yes, and when the blustery winter draws the: family once more around the cheerful hearth i you can take up the great indoor sport of writing your name while the awed, and delighted children, with excitement, gather round and watch." said Mr. I Slavinsky. "And a pleasant evening at home like that aon't cost nothing, for Izzy can bring the ink from school." But you were going to say something about not having company any more while your wife was away?" remarked Mr, Jarr, as he glanced up from watching the progress of Tony's artistic shoe polishing. i "Tsurus!" said Mr. Slavinsky.

"What a bawling out I am going to get when my vife comes home! Muller and Schmidt and Beplertcome to the house to play skat with me last night, and Muller' ia smoking stogies and so Is all of us. and he asks for something to put. the stogie ashes in and I get down a fancy ash tray mit an Indian's head on it that my vife sends from the Catskilla as a present she bought herself to remember the place" "A souvenir of the Catskllls," suggested Mr. Jarr. i "That's It," replied Mr.

Slavinsky. "On the bottom it's marked 'Made in Germany. Well, Muller puts a stogie stump in it and it burst into an explosion and burns up and scorches all th paint off mommers new din-ing-xoom table, and bums a hole in the table cloth, and smokes up the ceiling. Oi! Ol! How It burned, like, gasolene." "It was oellulodr most likely?" said Mt. Jarr.

"Tou should have -been more careful." i i "It had on it an Indian's face mit a pipe in it, and wrote on it was 'May All Tout Troubles End in By Chorge! My troubles almost begun in a remarked Mr. Slavinsky plaintively. "You should have used a metal tray of some kind, See that you do it in the future," ladvlsed Mr. Jarr. "That only made more trouble," said Mr.

Slavinsky dolefully. "After we got the fire out of that Catskllls soowineor ash tray and get the game of ekat' going again, I said to my little Issy: 'Izzy you go get something out of the kitchen, a pan of some kind, for your Popper's friends to throw their stogie butts Izzy gets i Silks Half Price 50c to $1.00 Foulards, Pongees, Taffetas to be cleared out Friday, Price 39c Underwear, 19c Women's regular 39c Vests and Pants lace IQp 69c Sheets, 55c 72x90-inch Bleached Sheets-' worth 69c each RRn 65c linoleum, 32c Eegular 65c Linoleum, lengths up to 20 yards per-' 00 square yard 01U Corset Covers, 25c 39c Nainsook Sample Corset Covers, with 'lace and OCp ribbon, V. 012 Tables, $6.98 li lie Toweling, 8c Vz to 10-yard Remnants 18- incb Bleached or Brown rash Toweling per Slavlnsky. "I don't am got to sup uu $12.00 Golden Quartered Oak or Mahogany Parlor a yellow streak him like the rest of us. i ir-iirts Half Price $4 and $5 Corsets, $2.98 Broken lots $4.00 and $5.00 Corsets Nemo, American df $2.98 $3.98 Sweater Coats, $2.98 Women's $3.98 Sweater Coats, Byron Collar, white, cardinal and Ox- CO no vfciyu $1.50 Madras and Per But somewnere within tne mine or nis soul cnere-s pay an ana tn girl has struck it.

To her, the king can do no wrong," and that father will let a whoTrj lot of sneak actions "pass" trying to live up to his daughter's estimate of himj Tou can count on the man to play the square game with all his card on the table, just because of her, or -I'm missing my guess. Tables 30x30-inch Friday and Satur cale Shirts guaran top $6,98 75c teed fast day mornnig Ts 15c Stockings, 12Vc The lanterns, that hour for Tded, Th8 Cry of the Old House. Women 's 25c Gauze Lisle and Come back! port him any more, and once already he has wrote his mommer that when he comes back from the West he'll bring her an ink stand made out of a. hundred kinds of gold stones and silver stones and diamond stones. Tou know, the' stones they dig out of the mines out West to make Jewelry off of?" "Oh, yes, I know," said Mr.

Jarr. "Those souvenir Inkstands ornamented with Colorado mineral specimens. They have little numbers on the bits of mineral, and then, printed on the bottom of the stand, are descriptions of minerals, numbered correspondingly. "No. 33 Moss 'No.

18 Iron pyrites or fool's and so on." "Sure, that's said Slavln-sky, "I had a fine Inkstand "with a A charmed, but homely red. Went flickering; from shed to sneOt The ifagots crumbling, spicy, good. Brought in from the great wood; The dark that held you all about; Th. wlnil that vonld nnt STO? My i little leds, come nacK! My 'little maids, with starched frocks; Cotton Stockings, 12ic My lads, my tnaias, como uku Th poplar trees are DiacK Ajrainst the -kefin, lone. throtblng sky; Rompers Dresses, 39c 59c Rompers and Dresses chambray and plaid ginghams 2 to 5-year QQp wuu sizes.

picture of Atlantic City on It vonce, Baoement Glass Jelly Molds, with metal top, 3 for 5c All-glass Seal Fruit Jars, 75c dozen. Complete Gas Lights, with half-frosted globe, 29c, 24-inch Window Screens, open to 33 inches, 18c Silver-plated Tea Spoons, 5c UcIi Qczncnts 5c Shepherd Plaids, fo'r children's school dresses, 12 yard. y'v 7c Apron Ginghams and Indigo Prints, 5c yard. but my Iittly izzy was always crying for it. and we give It to mm ana ne Corae back, my women and iny tnei And take them 'all again! Come back! Come up the still, aceustomed, lands, The poplar haunted lands; Tou need not call.

For I shall know, And light the candles tall, fiet wine and loaf a -row. Come back! Unlatch the door, And fall upon my heart once more. For I shall comfort you, oh lad; Oh. daughter, I shall make you whoRJ glad! Tbe wreck, the wrong. The unavailing throng.

The sting, the stnart, Shall be as they were not. Forgot, forgot! Come back, AwA fiii.nniMi m-v Iteart! Men's 35c Hose, 15c Men's 35c Black Thread-silk' Hose sizes 11, 11 IE and 12 only Friday luU $2.25 Curtains, $1.50 $2.25 Fine Linen Scrim Curtainsecru color wide hem, lace on edge jjQ 50c Underwear, 25c Men 's regular 50c Balbriggan Shirts and Drawers ORn Friday scraped the picture of Atlantic City The tang: of ths da tox Fills the clear dusk from wall to wall. And the dews fall. Come back! I watch. I cry; Leave th rude wharf, the mart; Come back! Else I shall break my heart.

Am I forgot? My days as they were The warm, sweet, crooning tunes; The Sunday afternoons, -V Wrought but for you; The larkspurs growing talL You wreathed in pink and blue. Within your prayer books small; The cupboards carved both in and out. With curious, prickly And smelling far and fine; The pictures in a row. Of folk you did not -know; The tova. the games, th shrill, gy rout; something and sets it on the 'floor, and we- play for a long time," and when the game is through what -do jrou think I found out?" "I can't imagine," replied Mr.

Jarr. "What did you find out?" "That Izzy he had brought In from the kitchen that pan is full of holes to strain things through!" "The colander?" suggested Mr. Jarr. j'-- "Sure," said the. worried 4 Mr.

Sla'lnsky. "And what do you think it will cost me to clean that rug before my vife gets home and sees- it?" "Slavinsky." said Mr. Jarr, as he hopped down from the bootblack stand, "the only place that's safe for a Tnarried man's social activities is a place like Gus'. Get me?" "Sure," said the glazier, i Bathing Suits, $3.50 Women's $6.98 Mohair and Brilliantine Bathing Suits, black or navy CO RQ CJivJU 98c Dressing Sacques, 49c 98c Muslin. Dressing Sacques, roU collar, belted at Att i oft It and traded that for a roner skate, and he traded the mitout the picture for a wagon.

But I missed that inkstand. Some nights in the winter I'd use it and my vife would say to the young ones: "Now keep quiet, children, popper Is writing his name! "But when summer come I didn't use it much, so I let little Izzy have tJb waist. Llsette Woodworth Beece in Atlantl4.