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"Yes, I'm sure she's very bland. But I wouldn't tell ber my heart's secrets it [ wers you, my dear. In in- sist that there's only one profession- alman"s wife dn this town who doesn't plot, and that is you, you | ness blessed, credulous outsider!" "I won't be cajoled! I won't belMeve that medicine, the priesthood of heal- ing; can be turned into a penny-pick- ing business." "See here: Hasn't Kenniocott ever finted to you that you'd better bs nice to some old woman because she _ tells her friends which doctor to call which Kenicott had offered regarding the Widow Bogart, She flinched, fooked at Guy beseechingly. He sprang up, strode to her with a ' pervous step, smoothed her hand. She - srondered if she ought to be offended fie carress. Then she wondered if p Mked her hat, the mew Oriental desk-chair, his thin back s"ocop- picked up the cloisonne vase. it he peered at her with such she was startled. But § 11; ¥ i Beg apt of rebellion. Tell me «What is Gopher Prairie pT "How could you?" "1 don't kmow. Perbaps by listen- . 1 haven't done that tonight. But . mormally-- Can' I be the confidant of the old French plays, the tiring- maid with the mirror and the loyal ears?" "Oh, what ds there to confide? The : iy I couldn't "alk to you without twenty old hexes watching, whisper- . ng." "But you will come talk to me, once in a while?" "I'm not sure that I ehall. I'm I've fatled at every positive thing I've tried. I'd better 'settle down,' as they call it, and be satisfied to be--noth- "Don't be cynical. It hurts me, In you. It's like blood on the wing of a hummingbird." "I'm not & hummingbird. I'm a | hawk; a tiny leaséd hawk, pecked to wormy hens. But I am grateful to you | for confirming me in the faith. And " - I'm going home!" : "Please stay and have some coffee with me." "1d Mke to. But they've succeadad in terrorizing me. I'm afraid of what people might say." "I'm not afredd of that. I'm only afraid of what you might say!" Ho ' talked to her; took her unresponsive hand. "Carol! You have been hippy - here tonight? (Yes, I'm degging!)" She squeezed his hand quickly, then snatched here away. She had but Jittde of the curiosity of the flirt, and none of the intrigante's joy in furt- fveness. If she 'was the maive girl, i Healing Cream roar» every air passage r head as i. Instant How good it feels. Your head is , Your nos are open. You realy. 0 more hawking or uffiing. Head colds, and catarrh 3 like magic. Don't stay stuffed phen choked up and miserable. Relief -- wn WS aw, amr UE ? se s 90 DITB: 218 To hot. LA - | 'Prince Charming' like a bachfisoh MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott By SINCLAIR LEWIS Guy Pollock was the clumsy boy. He | raced about the office; he rammed | his fists into his pockets. He stam- | mered, ("I--I--I-- Oh, the devil! Wiby do I'awaken from smooth dusti- ness ito this' jagged rawness? I'll make-- I'm going to trot down he hall and bring dn the Dillons, aad we'll all have coffee or something." "The Dillons?" "Yes. Really quite a decent young pair--Harvey Dillon end bis wife. He's a dentist, just come to towa. They live in & room behind his office same as I do here. They don't know much of enybody--"' "I've heard of them. And I've never thought to cell. I'm horribly esham- ed. Do bring them--"' She stopped, for no very clear rea- son, but his expression said, her falt- ering edmitted, that c<hey wished they bad never mentioned the Dill- ons. With spurious enthusiasm he eadd, "Splendid! I will." From the door he glanced at her, curled in the peeled leather chair. He slipped out, oame back with Dr. and Mrs. Diil- on. The four of them drank rather bad coffee which Pollock made on a kero- sene burner. They laughed, end spoke of Minneapolis, and were tre- mendously tactful; and Carol started for home, through ¢he November wind. OHAPTER XIV. She was marching home. "No. I couldn't fall in Jove with him. I like him, very much. Bui he's too much of a recluse. Could I kiss him? No! No! Guy Pollock at twen- ty-six-- I could have kissed him then, maybe, even if I were married to some one else, and probably I'd have been glib in persuading myself that 'it wasn't really wrong.' "The amazing thing #s that I'm not more amazed at myself. I, the virtu- ous young matron. Am I to be trust- ed? If the Prince Charming came-- "A Gopher Prairiae housewife, married a year, and yearning for a of sixteen! They say that marriage is a magic change. Bui I'm not changed. But-- "No! I wouldn't want to fall in love, even if the Prince did come. I wouldn't want to hurt Will. I am fond of Wil. 1 am! He doesn't stir me, not any longer. But I depend on him. He js home and children. "I wonder when we will begin to have children? I do want them. "1 wonder whether 1 remembered to tell Bea to have hominy tomorrow fostead of catmeal? BShe will have gone to bed by mow, Perhaps I'll be up early enough-- "Ever so fond of Will. I wouldn't hurt him, even if I had to lose the mad love. If the Prince came I'd look once at him, and run. Darn fast! Oh, Carol, you are not herole nor fina. You are the immutable vulgar young femaile. "But I'm not the faithless wife who enjoys confiding that she's 'misunder- stood." Oh, I'm not, I'm not! "Am 1? "At least I didn't whisper to Guy about Will's faults and his blindness to my remarkable soud. I didn't! Matter of fact, Will probably under- stands me perfectly! If only--dif he would just back me up in rousing. the towa. "How many, how incredibly many wives there must be who tingle over Ci I) af nm i TS No? Tr rT a -- Beaver--glossy. Like to mun my fin- gers over it. Guy's mustache like beaver. How utterly absurd! "lI am, I am fond of Will, and-- "| 'fond'? "He's home, He'll think I was out "Why can't he ever remember lo pull down the shades? Oy Bogart and all the beastly boys peeping In. But the poor dear, he's absent-minded about minute--minush--whatever * [the word is. He has 80 much worry and work, while I do nothing but jab- * | ber to Bea. | NEVRR, ~ { "1 mustn't forget the hominy" She was flying into the ball, Ken- aidcott looked up from the Journal of the American Medical Association. "Hello! What time did you get back?" she cried. "About nine. You been gadding. Here I¢ is past eleven!" Good-natured close the lower draft in the furnace.' "Oh, I'm #0 sorry. But I don't often -| forget things ke that, do I?" (To be Continued.) Purchased a Home. Claude Weeks has purchased =a residence in Consecom from Mrs. Mabal Yori, Trauton, The place was formerly the property of the late Richard Osborne and Mrs, Osborne. Mr. Weeks and sisters are removing {to their new home accompanied by the best wishes of numerous friends and neighbors, CASTO R IA Can't I ever find another word then | 4 Dear Friends : -- LLU TTD Famous for Quality the World Over Commencing Saturday, Foliiary the Lith Oro-Time' CANDIES Will Be Home Maoe Before the creation of Laura Secord candies was known, it was impossible to procure the finest kinds of Candy at Bein ly near a moderate price, as you can easily remember, but today the people of Canada are able to secure the finest lines of confectionery known the world over at a very Moderate price. Laura Secord Candies are responsible for bringing about this change. We have always led the way, and today we make the very special announcement that LAURA SECORD CANDIES will be obtainable on, and afters February the 11th at the original price of Fifty Cents the Pound DAVID'S VISIT IN WATER LAND. David sat on the shore watching the waves wash back and forth on the sands, He was so busy thinking that he didn't hear the tiny footsteps until a hand touched his shoulder and a smiling face greeted his when he turned. "Oh, Squeedee, I thought you had forgotten me!" David cried, Jumping up and shaking the little elfin's hand. "I'm so glad you've come. I'm so lonesome that I don't know what to do!" "Just the chap I'm looking for," laughed Bqueedes. "I wonder if you'd like to come with me to call on Billy Lobster. I've been--" Oh, yes, indeed!" cried David, all * "I'm dying to see under der there are as happy as we folks): who live on land. Come along, Squeedee, let's before it's too "fed every one of his neighbors from old Mother Oyster to Snippy Crab was excited. He had never stayed away so long a time before, and old Mother Oyster was afraid something had happened to him, but when he did come in sight every one was happy to see him. 3 David had never beforo seen a lobster swim, and he laughed When he saw how funnily he doubled his tail up under his head, gave a big '| sters should--and vanished in the mark the difference between the two claws. "Why should they be alike?" laughed Billy Lobster. "They both have different work to do. This large claw with the blunt toeth ser- ves as a sort of anchor. I can cling to the rocks with it. Now, the other claw--this one with the fine teeth-- I use to capture and to tear up my food." Then straightoning out his body to its full length and drawing his tail up undgr his hoad until he look- ed like a shrimp, Billy Lobster dash- ed backward--as all good little lob- distance. David and Squeodee hopped upon their sea-horses and hurried back to ANN Fifty Cents the Pound ; Af ~ Co eer LL RE LH TH LL TT -