Life — September 21, 1911 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE- cipally others, in some movement for the betterment of the human race.” “I know them,” said Jeremiah, not without a tinge of bitterness in his tones. They are ever offering some new breakfast food which they say will make us as the gods, knowing good and evil More than once have I guilelessly eaten and found to my surprise and disap- pointment that I didn’t grow god feath: ers all at once, but still remained my child.’ I wonder,” he added, moment's keen scrutiny, “why they al- ways have that gray-green tinge to their complexions and that particularly dank- looking hair?” “It’s their livers,” returned the Doll “That is why they are Cause people, born to bay the moon. Forever at war with their own livers, they cannot be at peace with the world. Never good diag- nosticians, they invariably idealize the same old self, ‘haif devil and half liver rampant and call it a conscience HARD OIL, because ceners are deeply interested—they pay the PANHARD OIL was produced to friction scientifically, We have > ‘udied oils 35 years, The result of this practical Ive icating experience has been put into PANHARD IL. It will not carbonize if properly used. Dealers Write For GEORGE A. HAWS, 69 Pine Ste New York The Beginning of the New Serial The Turnstile By A. E. W. Mason Author of “‘At the Villa Rose,’’ “‘The Broken Road,” etc. The Hobble Lady and Her Doll A story with an absorbing plot that takes hold of the |reader’s interest at the very start and holds it to the lend. It will prove the great serial of the year. BY MRS. WILSON woopKow It was about five o'clock in the after: nd Jeremiah had stopped lobbl bn she wa Meg able hauls: ae ste sas "General Grant’s Letters to General Beale. by people th ¢ could not get near her, so he took his way to a window se * deat, whére'ihe Doll'sht; bee anus ily Cleveland’s Administrations, by JAMES FORD RHODES. held out and a broad yellow sash across her chest with “ Votes for Women” dis. played upon it Jeremiah could not help smiling as he took her waxen hand. “TL suppose,” he said tentatively, “that you are what might be called a silent witness to the truth.” “Unless you apprecia the rather ob- vious humor of the ation,” she re- plied, “a doll erying in the drawing- room, ‘the kingdom of woman is at hand!’ A symbol of her animate pro- Wor ane anting someting “hes o- TPhe conclusion of MRS. WHARTON’S Ethan Frome. “it tet m sien fromthe animate One of the greatest stories this author has ever written. to the inanimate,” said Jeremiah, gazing longingly toward the Hobble Lady. “A step down,” corrected the Doll somewhat egotistically, “from the gold The Greatest Horse Show. The International of London. severtinias ven it tance dense ine | BY ES. NADAL. Illustrations by FRED. PEGRAM. sawdust, we are all the same.” | JACOB A. RIIs, A Modern St. George—the growth of | organized charity in the United States. A brilliant article about the |] Hamburg and Its Harbor, life and work of Liszt, by | by RALPH D. PAINE. JAMES HUNEKER. Illustrated. z. For the next three months the PUBLISHERS of SORIBNERS Special Offer: MAGAZINE offer extraordinary inducements secures 2 specified number of eeiteriptions a ‘the Mijasties Agente Wanted 'Mavovety tomerr wie Sonrten Decktot A, giving full particulars. Addeoss SCRIBNER'S MAGAZINE, New York Clty. Three Dollars.a Year “Who are those indigestible looking people gathered about the tea-table?” asked Jeremiah, his eyes still upon the Hobble Lady. “Cause men and Cause women,” the doll answered. “ They are always try- ing to lose themselves and others, prin- Twenty-five Cents 2 Number