Life — June 25, 1914 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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In the Realm of Sweet Surcease (Rejected Manuscripts from Unknown Authors.) HEA brushed a bushel of soot from her silken shirt- waist and settled dreamily against the carrying handles of a greasy toolbox. “Wan-awan-aweee,” sighed the giant traveling. crane above her golden head. “Brrr trrrr,” sang the pneumatic hammers, as they sped the glowing rivets to their sockets of unyielding steel. A low drilling sound and now a screech of saws of “‘Standish’? triple gear tearing thei: way through stubborn metal came / to her ears as sweetest minstrelsy. “Thank you so much for bringing me here, Max,” she said, gazing from slanted eyes into the ruck of s™oke and grime, where strong-backed toilers plied their mighty sledges and cursed blithely, the one-to the other. If you “Not at all, Thea,” and the young man toyed almost - nervously at his Poiret tie. “The fact is—the doctor told ‘Te me that I had been going the pace a little too hard myself. For w I wonder if we have the same prescription?” greate HE new ARROW Satin Laundry “What fun,” she answered archly, lifting from her the pi Finish duplicates the appearance lap an oil-can which had fallen from the crane, and Natior bsently watching the thin, amber stream of lubricant flow be ab in smoothly gliding rivulets over her dainty skirt. “It was WOR only a minute ago that I was nearly brained by a monkey- as $I. highest cost Collars exclusively. wrench.” tion 2 for 25¢ | “It's a relief and no mistake,” lilted the youth through has ¢ a jet of steam. losopt Just then came the dynamics of din. The girders above deseri vibrated in unison with the beat of sledges and the meas- contai ured tattoo of the air-driven tools, A six-foot section of that is steel cylinder hurtled between them as they stepped lightly With aside. On her downward dip a flange of metal caught vel W the heels of her slippers and tore them neatly from to H/ their leather moorings. And he, sitting on his hat, crushed POWER. into the blackened earth, looked anxiously across the still- The t S'S ibratit i to yo vibrating windrows of wreckage. LAWN MOWER “That was rather careless of you,” she murmured from aos $375. 00 her enameled fips. “How did you manage in that back ives two-step to touch both a gell’s heels at once?” lect ”- Ici wrist no soe thought of sachs lanrs miorey othe belo. “Tt was only an accident, dearie,” he answered, as he mane (ee Ascl Bones Lace More site ‘do for you what it is lightly rose to his fect and whisked the grime out of the ek doing for many ater meshes of his sheer-and-purple hose. “I am afraid that of the much sought hand-laundered fabric heretofore to be found in the CLUETT,. PEABODY & CO.,, Ixc. Makers of ARROW SHIRTS, Troy, N.Y. ate ras ae ees weed enon wah ames He vl the tt el “Tt was intended to be restful, no doubt,” she brightened. of M lower is just the thing for parks, boulevards, golf cours and “It might have been just what we needed. Do you feel be se better than you did, my Max?” NOW “I begin to live anew," came the voice of the young a LV! ‘The hueal, Power La country places. It is fast Ses hone-drawa mowers ee cee UE Cookies “Lawns of Velvet.” ond leern more about this ethcient, low-priced mower. 7 THE IDEAL POWER LAWN MOWER CO. 408 Kalamazoo St., Lansing, Mich. man, clear and strong. It had an unwonted timbre, He Fastera Canwilan Agents: Reo Sales Co., St. Catharines, Oat Z : : 4 ? Cansdlun Price, $48, F. O. B. Cars, Lan Duty Paid was becoming himself again. ai “Do you know, Ma: she said softly, “that for one dreadful moment I thought that we had gone back to the old life. It seemed that we were once more in the Café our 3 d 5 the des Bruits.” Auth “Tt will be many days before we shall go back, dearest,” tiona' and he was bending tenderly toward her, as his words tion rose and fell in the tide of a great love. “It was an sol inspiration which made good old Dr. Tangard banish us oak from the thés dansants to a rest cure in a boilershop.” She laid her soft head upon his padded shoulders, and sank into a refreshing cat-nap to the swing of the falling sledges.