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LAX A* Tlvs BROMO QUIN INK. Look for signature of ft. W. GROVE. Cures a Cold iu Otis Lay. 25c.. The Effect. "Well, how did you Bleep last night? Ooethe spent the night there once." "Very badly. My husband adorns Ooethe, and he was spouting him all Bight” Cnutipation cause-t many serious dis eases. It is thoroughly cured by Doctor Pteree’s Flaunt Pellets. One a laxative, thres tw cathartic. Adv. Correction. -My poor husband got mixed up in nocently In that shooting affray, and they brought him home to me half dead." “No, madam; only half shot" Tour family Doctor can't do more for roar ooug'n than Dean's Mentholated Dough Drops; "they cure"—5c at Druggists. Talking Machines. "Ptipe. did Edison make the first talking machine?" "Net sou, the Ixrrd made the first talking Bsachine. but Edison made the am* that could be Bhut oft at will When a man heeds the admonition to “bear It and grin” the grin is too Coreed to fool anyone. It Is bard to forgive our enemies whan they have us by the neck. t A STERLING H3VSL OFTHE GREAT JTOBLEWE5T 'ffl^Wcrsoois.WRQoriia^ KEJFFFR efc. etc. ChrrHcM. awa. The Eabhe MeewH Correa**. CHAPTER XVI.—(Continued.) Harlan, from his office window, look ing absently across the square, saw Miss Norman come out of the News door and go down the street toward tho Parsons house presently. Then she paused at the corner ©f the court house park, to glance up at the splendor of the August maples. The birds were singing, and the sunlight flickered through. She crossed the lawn to a seat and sat down. Harlan could see her looking about, drawing In the air perfumed with the bloom of the corn and the golden stubble up tho hillsides. Her eyes closed, and after a while she slept Just a tired woman of 40 who ■ had worked hard and had no illusions. ; who was Just what the inevitability of ! work and life makes of all of us. But j about the square In lf> minutes, gossip ran. The bleached-hair lady who had come back with Aurelio Idndstrom from her triumphant $100,000 prize beauty tour of tho west ' wearing the ill-gotten McFetridge diamonds, was asleep in tho park! No other woman had ever slept In Romo’s park. Nothing could have so Jabbed convention, nothing so focused comment on Aurelie Eindstrorn. All about the square, the stores, the billiard parlor, at Playter’s corner, at the hank and around the hitching rails the buzz run. Harlan heard talk of it from his window. Clerks stopped and told others; farmers stared. Some one asked where was old Marshal Bee; and others said the sheriff’s office had jurisdiction as the park was county property. Wiley Curran, talking to Aurelie in his shop, saw Mias Norman drowsily lurch back under all the mid-summer1 glory and sleep as a child sleeps. "Poor Ad!’’ murmured Aurelio, "she’s been tired for 10 years and never had such peace and air as this. It’s just fine to see her!’’ And Aunt Addy, who had hurried down, wiping her floury hands to settle back her "specs" and kiss the wanderer, looked over in the park and said: "Poor dear- -let her sleep till supper time if she will. What else is the park good for except tired people, and maybe heart-sick, too." But meantime Rome rocked with scandal. Old Marshal Bee was routed from his midday meal and told to do something and he ambled into the sheriffs office and said they ought to do something. Old Deputy Amos pulled his whiskers and protested. The undertaker came in and denounced both of them, and the district at torney was appealed to, hut ho shook his head. Never would he wake any body up Just before the primaries! And while the agitation grew and seethed in the court house and about tho square, Miss Norman slop- Slept a whole, long beautiful hour, and then awoke slowly, luxuriantly, to stare up at the splendor of the sky through the maples. Afar off came a drowsy cow hell and the singing of a reaper. Hhe hated to come hack to her banal world of grease paint and tho hunting of jobs. Just peace—that was what she longer for. But Hhe rubbed her eyes and went over to tho Parsons house as Aurelie had directed her. Aurelie and Mr. Curran were laughing together over old times; and Uncle Michigau, who had been sum moned by a small boy, was sitting spellbound listening to Aurelie’s ad ventures, her hand tucked under his own black paw, when Miss Norman came in. "Well," she drawled with her good humor, "tho old dame put me out proper!” "Old dame? Miss Amelia? "1 suppose so. Never had such a frost. The old catamaran—zing!" "What’s the matter?” cried Aurelie. "She said," drawled Miss Norman salmly, "that no friend of that Lind strom girl could get a room In her house. Said it had been a respectable house since 1856. We could take our diamonds and beat it to Karlville. Lord, Aurelie. our diamonds!” Aurelie colored to her ear tips. Tier eyes began to blaze. And to damp the kindling fires, Wiley called up Amelia Parsons on the telephone. She declined to explain. She woudn’t have "them actresses," and that ended it. Aurelie caught his lamely repeated phase. "Them actresses!” "I wish some of the managers could hear that,” went on Miss Norma, “They’ve told me, now and then, I wasn't actress enough to hurt.” But Aurelie could see no humor in it. "Oh, this town! It always did hate me!” And she burst out of the News office to stare at the court house. "That’s just where they sent Papa Lindstrom to Jail and made him crazy! And it’s just where they laughed when I went to school wearing daisies in my hair. And no shoes!" "Now, dear,” protested Aunt Abby, "it's just proud of you!” “I won’t stay here a night!” She came back and threw her arms about Uncle Mich's grizzled head. "We’ll go over to Earlvllle and stay at the Metropolo and take you, Uncle Mich, and Mr. Curran and everybody that's good to me." She was on the verge of tears. "And the rest I hate ’em! They say I’m different and I'm glad I’m different’ 1 hate ’em!" Uncle Michigan had sat rubbing the brass band of his peg leg. This radiant Aurelie; his old rabbit hunting Aurelie? The same child Aurelie who used to dive among the water hyacinths in futile chasing of the baby sharks in the south Louisiana bayous? Done come to occupy the land! But now he was more bewildered. "Reckon I’d take you out home, Aurelie, but John he’s got so tilled with the holiness spirit. The holiness brethern done turned John hard against the show business.” "We won’t stay another minute!” cried Aurelie. ‘Til call up the Metro pole and have ’em send their taxicab!” Wiley fell in his chair. Aunt Abby stared. That would be the last word. Aurelie skipping out of town in a taxi. For. there was a titxi. Karlville had a tax. Where there is an Elks' club in browmstone and a hotel tapestried dogs in four colors—there must be a taxi. But never hai} tills blatant taxi desecrated the streets of Rome. "Aurelie!” gasped Mr. Curran. "Take the street car from the Junction. Put the taxi- gee whiz!” Too late. She flew to the telephone and ordered the taxi. Miss Norman sat back and settled her skirt under her belt. "Well, she trawled. "I had a nap, anyway, on the old town. And, seeing that we’ve put it on the blink, I might just as well light a pill.” She took a cigaret out of her bag. "Mr. Curran, this country air gives me a pleasure." She lighted it Aunt Abby stared. 22 ! "I'm a church member in good ; standln'!’’ she cried, and fled through the office and back t» her peach pro- i serves. Mr, Curran looked wildly across the ■ square. People were standing about watching the News office. Old Marshal Bee was sticking his head out ! of the undertaker’s and even tho prisoners In tho basement jail of the court house were gazing across the lawns. Mr. Curran retreated farther into his shop. Great heavens, here be was entertaining a blonde haired actress and she smoking a clgaret in broad day light in front of the News, too! And ho running for congress! Then up the street that taxi came whooftng, and stopped before the News. All the consternation before was as nothing. Business ceased all about tho square. The grocers’ clerks stood with Jaws hanging and potato measures In their hands. The cook came out of the Gem restaurant—Chicago home cook ing—and lawyers and dentists put their heads out of the old stone slabbed win dows; and Vawter, the artist, came down with his camera to get a post card picture. And all the time the county deputy, Amos, and old Marshal line doddered at each other across ti*-» square as to whose Jurisdiction should extend to Miss Norman’s noonday nap. But when the taxi stopped they stopped also. ’’If that-alr machine," shouted Dep uty Amos, "runs more’n four mite an hour In this town. It air your boundeu duty as a city officer to stop 'em!" "I’ll stop 'em,” cackled Marshal Bee, "if I can catch 'em!” Mr. Curran was In despair. "Aure lle, don't go. It makes It worse than ever. Why, people aren't against you! Only some old tabble—-lots of folks are proud of you—they ask me about you!” Aurelle was pushing Uncle Michigan Into the taxi. Miss Norman followed languidly. They had trouble with Uncle Michigan’s wooden leg and the chauffeur assisted. "Uncle Mich," whispered Aurelle, “you're Just going to surprise ’em. They never thought of you and your Bhlny old leg In an au tomobile!” uone goin to see me worm; chuckled Uncle Mich; and Miss Nor man patted his hand. “Ain’t he the game old sport—leg and all!" "Oh, Aurelle!” gasped Mr. Curran again. “Tell Miss—er—what’s her name—to put out that cigaret; I'm runing for congress!" "Well, run along! We ain’t going to hurt congress!” She sat up very straight, and then gave the taxi man a dollar. “You Just tear around the square as fast as you can three times and then out High street. And If you get arrested we’ll pay your fine. And run over everybody you can except dogs and babies and chickens!” Young Mr. Van Hart, from his law office windows heard every word, ^le saw hts mother driving up High street slowly and dignifiedly as the Van Hart trap was wont to go. And he saw the red taxi start, Aurelle sitting up with her odd foreign air. And Miss Nor man with that cigaret, while all the populace of Rome, la., marveled. He stood clutching the window shade and groaned. "Aurelle! And I loved you, Aurelle!” He heard the taxi go whoofing by. Then he heard Old Dutch snort as his mother's trap turned out of High street. He looked out and then dashed down stairs. When he reached the corner the taxi was making its second lap, and his mother was speaking calmly to the backing horse. Harlan ran to seize Old Dutch's bit. And then the taxi went past them hurling the comer dust clear Into Dickinson's vegetable boxes. People simply waited. Kven the dogs gaped mutely. Neither to right nor left did Aurelle glance. Old bootlegger Mich sat still between her and this cheerful woman with the cig aret. Then the taxi, with a final derisive snarl, made Its last circuit of the square and shot out High street. Old Dutch flew up on his hind legs, while a tall, dignified young man stood pulling him down In the whirl of dust and leaves kicked by the taxi all over his tnunuculate summer BUlt. Mrs. Van Hart looked calmly after the taxi. "Harlan, wasn't that Auro lie Lindstrom?" "It was, mother,” he answered quiet ly. Across the square, old Deputy Amos was burning. "Hey, Marshal—why don't you stop 'em?” "I would,” retorted Marshal Bee, "If I could catch 'em!” In the taxi Miss Norman patted Uncle Michigan's hand. ”1 think,” she murmured, “the old town will re member Aurelle!" CHAPTER XVII THE BACKWARD TRAIL Harlan did no know what haunting of loneliness took him the next evening to the hills. It was the flrnt day of September, and already a veil of haze lay in the wooded little valleys, and tho far slopes had the first bronze of the ripening corn. Yet it was summer, with a harvest moon drawing up across tho river round and full and golden. He wandered down old trails from Eagle Point, northward along the bluff were glimpses of the distant Missis sippi over the sycamores and window sloughs. He crossed the last glade to the ridge over which was Tanner’s quarry. Already through tho laurel and maples and young elms a patch of white sheer rock arose. And on tliis point he stopped to look down in tlie valley. From the quarry bed the road ran on winding past the fringy corn patches of the pocket squatters. But all the unloveliness of their meager homes was hidden in the shadow, and all the beauty of the hill beyond lay revealed by tho moon. Harlan had not been on the back trail for more than a j year. When he came to the old fa miliar rock Jutting over the cliff he started to climb the last step and then paused. Some one was before him, sit ting where ho had intended to sit, look ing ns he had wished to look out over the valley and the town. And before he came out of the shad ow he knew it was Aurelie. Aurelie. who could not leave without one visit to the home trail. She had not been to Bindstrom’s house, but tonight had rid den over from Earlville. tied the livery mount at the Sinslnawa creek bridge, and clambered up to where she could look either way. to the village or to her foster father’s place below the quarry. Harlan watched her long. She was mute, dry eyed, very still; but when, at length, he came out and stood before her. curiously she did not start. She move slowly and looked up at him. Her face had ail that grave purity of outline that belled alike her temper and her humor. "It Just seems.” she murmured. "a» If I was to find you here.” He remembered now that she said she was coming to the hills. "But I never thought of It, Aurelie. And yet—” He stopped and she sat forward to se his face. "Yet you came. Oh. the moonlight made me come, Harlan! I was restless and—unhappy—and I re membered such beautiful nights here Oh. very wonderful! September—like this." She moved over with a little friendly gesture. "Sit down." But he stood with ihs hand on the llchpned rock above her. She did not seem to notice his re straint. "When I was a little ragged kiddle. I used to climb up here. Al ways I loved It. Harlan.” “But I tell you,” he answered quietly, "you came tonight because you remem bered something else, Aurelie." "Yes.” she answered simply. "Our nights. I couldn’t quite forget the last one. The night you took me to your mother’s. Harlan.” She laughed brief ly. “And she tricked me and I ran away. I saw so clearly. I just woke up that night, Harlan." "She didn't trick you. Aurelie. Moth er couldn't—’’ "Oh, well!” she smiled wisely. "If you could realize how I’ve changed! That night I was breathless before tier. She appealed to me—she wanted me to let you go—to help you. Harlan. I thought It was fine that night—but I tell you, I paid I I did love you, Har lan.” He watched her face In the moon light. "Mother did something. I knew. I wasn’t sure; but that, wasn’t what hurt. Aurelie. It was afterward—your going on the stage—In that way. Every thing—hurt.” She made a blithe protest at a grim ace of mockery. “Oh. well—boy! It’s all different with you and me. I was a weak and silly girl to hang on you and love you. and confuse into think ing that you loved me! And that night I saw all the girls of your set and the dancing and the music—it all rushed over me—the difference.” She smiled with a tender mystery she could not deny—he was amazed to find how Im measurably older she could bo in her womanhod—”1 knew you’d forget if I made you.” She smiled bravely. “And I'm glad. We both ought to be glad. My!"—she was laughing now. “We were hoth kids, weren’t we? Now' I know the world a bit—I’m a heap dif ferent Done grow'ed up. Uncle Mich says, and he’s scared about it! I'm going to be a real leading lady some time. and come back and play In the tin opera house—play in a piece that hasn't so much shooting in It—and you will be fat and prosperous and married and bring your kiddies to see me. And you'll be mighty, glad. Harlan, you nev er married that Cajun girl from down river.” But he would not smile. In the moon light on the hillside she had the same defying gipsy charm as of old; wilful, mocking, humble, buoyant, when she wished it. All the Inevitable vulgarian stamp of her upbringing was vanished; and he felt the old pathos for her—that what was dear and simple In her he could find and save and make Ills own. The rest would not matter. He could not fathom how the Invincible heritage of his family was now shamed before her gay, proud honesty, the sense of woodland freedom from all the conven tions of his sort. He wanted to be as honest as she. as fearless as she, but he did not know the way. “Aurelle.” he muttered, "be still. You know I love you." She was very still. The shadow ol the rock was not more mute. Only her face was turned, evading him, a pre tenso of tinhearing. “I tell you so again. Aurelle. It costa a lot. I bucked through school and forgot you—almost. I came back here and set my teeth together and w'orked. And all the things they said about you —this tow'n never will get over talking about you—all this mis erable notoriety—it hurt. I said nothing. But I knew I loved you, for all the talk hurt—hurt! I didn’t want you to go on in this miserable; cheap show business. There was so much to do—to make of ourselves—be fore w'e—before It would be right for us to marry.” It was badly put to such as Aurelle. “Oh, a girl doesn’t want a lover who thinks of what there is to do, or make of her before he marries her. That ! what you mean, of course!” She blurt ed on. checking her hot tears. "I don’t care! I came back here yesterday— perfectly happy! And the way this awful town treated me!” "Aurelle!” he said sternly, white wit!, a battle to be master; forever this de sire to shelter her and teach her. min gled with his passion. "You do so many things! Racing around the squaro yesterday in that machine. And you ought not to have kissed Wiley Cur ran!” “Why not?” She looked up inno cently. "I felt happy—and he was so glad to see me.” He sighed with discouragement. "And then there’s that story—Aurelie. did Hen McFetridge give you any dia monds?” ’’Yes. A tiny one—” She held out her hand with naive pride. “And h« said he’d have given me lots more If he’d sold more oil stock.” (Continued next week.) China's Religion by Law. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer. From superficial inspection little fault can be found with Yuan Shih Kai for the action which he has dictated to the ad ministrative council. Hut a glance below the surface shows that the adoption of th« state religion is merely one more reaction ary stop by the powerful old man who holds China In his two hands. Sun Yat Sen und nearly all the Import ant leaders of the revolution were Chris tians. Their religion was not advertised, as It was feared the masses might look upon the revolution as a movement to Christianize the country. The Christian Chinese represented nearly all the ad vanced thought and occidental learning ol the nation. They were the men who con ceived the republic, and it was their in telligence which brought the republic inta being. They did not seek to establish Christianity as the state religion, however devoted they themselves may have been to its teachings. Their fight was politi cal and not religious. They destroyed th« old order, but they did not destroy Con I fuclanlsm, although Confucianism was ' one of the props of the empire. Yuan was placed at the head of the re public by these Christian leaders becaus« they appraised him as Chirm’s strongest man. Vie has repaid them by dismissing them, even by beheading them, till not a single progressive is left at the mock-im perial court at Pekin. And now, by dic tating the establishment of Confucianism he serves notice that even the religion of the reformers Is banished from his court Yuan and Christianity are naturally an tagonistic; the Ideas and ideals of the I Christian leaders are .lust what the reac tionary president has been battling. Lowest Infant Death Rato. From the London Globe. New Zealand can produce with its 5.1 per cent by fur the lowest infant mor tality rate in the world. London's rec ord being about 11 per cent and Rus sia's nearly double that. In one tows in New Zealand, Dunedin, where the Society for the Promotion of the Health of Women and Children started only six years ago, only 3.8 per cent ol babies die in their first year. From Jaffrey, N. H., comes the story of a cold morning on which the lid of the tea kettle was found frosen on, even while there was a fire in *be etove. FINDS RAGE OF GAVE MEN IN WILD AFRICA American Explorer Return* With Wonderful Story \ of Discovery. Frank Edward Johnson, traveler and lecturer of the National Geographic so ciety, has arrived in Washington, after having spent nearly two years in Tu nisia, where he discovered numerous tribes of cave dwellers housed in sugar loaf mountain peaks, some of which were more than 2,000 feet high, un earthed old Roman ruins and made friends with warlike tribes which never before allowed a foreigner to come among them. In his first Interview since his return to tiie United States, at the offices of the National Geo graphic society in Washington, he said: “Although I have made numerous trips to northern Africa, the last was the most successful of them all. Through the initiative of Gilbert H. Grosvenor, director of the National Geographic society, letters were se cured from the Secretary of State ask ing the French government to extend all courtesies to me in my explorations and original research work throughout Tunisia, and as a result the Tunisian government placed a military escort at my disposal during the time 1 was in military territory. “Even as a boy I had a love for ad venture, my first trip to Africa being made when I was about 10 years old. My mother and I went to Biskra be fore the railroad was finished. Sines then I have won the friendship and esteem of the people in the countries in which I traveled. During the past few years I have been the guest in the j homes of the cliff and cave dwelling Troglodytes of extreme southern Tu nisia, and have mingled with them al most as a member of their tribes. On this last trip I came into a more inti mate contact with their innermost lives FRANK EDWARD JOHNSON. than ever before, and had opportunity to study them at a closer range than any other foreigner has ever enjoyed.’' In speaking of the cave dwellers of southern Tunisia, Mr. Johnson said: "There are probably more than 100, 000 of these people in a section hitherto supposed to be almost uninhabitable. They are pursuing an exceedingly primitive life, which from our point of view would seem hardly worth whil^ owing to the scarcity of water and food. The dwellings extend into the hardest rock for a distance of from 3# to 100 feet. I found one or two caves, used in past centuries as mosques, that would hold from 1,500 to 2,000 people These caves were presumably used in early times by the Troglodyte fire wor shippers.” HOW THE SOILS HAVE CHANGED Land Won’t Stand Dry or Wet Seasons as It Used To. From Wallace’s Farmer. The trouble with the soils in ths United States is that in growing food for our own people and other hungry nations, we have burned up the vege table matter. The more we plow, the more we harrow, the more rapidly we burn up the humus material, this veg etable matter. Then we meet with a great surprise. When farmers first settled in Illinois, Iowa and adjoining states, coming from the east, where the vegetable matter was more or less worn out of the land, they exclaimed: “I never saw land that would stand dry weather like this! I never saw land that would stand wet weather so well!” But when civiliza tion has gone on for a generation or so, they begin to complain and say that "the climate is changing, the sea sons have changed, times have changed. This land, which in my fa ther's time turned up mellow and kept mellow, now runs together in wet weather, bakes and cakes and crusts in dry time. It won't stand the dry weath er that it used to. and it won’t stand the wet weather.” Of course it won't, simply because you have worn out the vegetable mat ter in the soil. You have been undoing the work of the Creator, who took thou sands of years of patient growing of grass in order to store this soil with plant food for your use. In getting rid of the vegetable matter, you have got ten rid of a part of the plant food, and in reducing the vegetable matter you have allowed the land to get out of physical condition. New York Man Has $3 Bill. From the New York World. Middletown, N. Yr.—A man walked into a bar room here recently and asked: “Will you change a $3 bill, please?” The bartender went to the cash reg ister to get the money, then turned and said: "Ah, quit your kidding! There's no such a bill.” “I’ll bet you $10 there is,” retorted the stranger. "You’re on," the bartender replied. “Produce!" The stranger produced. The bill was one issued by the Connecticut State bank of North America in Seymour in January, 1852. On its face was: "State of Connecticut. The Bank of North America will pay to the bearer on de mand $3. Seymour, January 1, 1852. No. 16428. F. Atwater, cashier. G. F. De W’itt, president." When overhauling an old house here, which had been occupied by his father, the barroom’s customer had found the bill wedged between the floor and the siding. Mistletoe is popular on the English market for the holidays, and comes from France. Statistics are not avail able for last season, but in 1912 the London & Southwestern railway alone handled 1.500.090 bunches, weighing 660 tons, and worth $300,000. Women of the Portuguese provines of Mozambique, In Africa, make a white cosmetic by grinding a certain kind of wood in water. They assert it removes wrinkles and prevents erup tive blemishes. 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