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^California Syrup of Figs” can’t harm tender stomach, liver and bowels. Wvery mother realizes, after giving her children “California Syrup of Figs” that this is their ideal laxative, , because they love its pleasant taste and It thoroughly cleanses the tender ■ttie stomach, liver and bowels with out griping. When cross, irritable, feverish, or breath is bad, stomach sour, look at the tongue, mother! If coated, give a teaspoonful of this harmless “fruit laxative,” and in a few hours all the toul, constipated wcste, sour bile and ondigested food passes out of the bow «!s, and you have a well, playful child •gain. When Its little system Is full of cold, throat sore, has stomach-ache, Blarrhoea, indigestion, colic—remem ber, a good "inside cleaning” should Olways be the first treatment given. Millions of mothers keep "California Byrup of Figs” handy; they know a teaspoonful today saves a sick child tomorrow. Ask at the store for a 50 «ent bottle of “California Syrup of ltg»,” which has directions for babies, wbQdren of all ages and grown-ups •Tinted on the bottle. Adv. His Regular Cue. Many a man who permits himself to be led forth to musical entertainments be does not care for will appreciate Che following: “What made you start clapping your bands when that woman stepped on year foot In the tramcar?” “I was dozing,” answered Mr. Cum rex. "I thought mother and the girls Were having u muslcale at home and ewe of them was signaling that It was time to applaud.” §•* } ___ The Size. Mother asked Davie one morning to ! fetch a small cabbage from the grocer. I “What would you call a small cab- ' bage?” Davie asked. "Oh, about the size of Jackie’s head," answered the mother, referring to the younger brother. A few seconds Slater a voice came from the doorway: "Mamma, I’m taking Jackie with me to measure by.” STOP EATING MEAT IF KIDNEYS OR BACK HURT Er _ Tako a Glass of Saits to Clean Kid neys If Bladder Bothers You— Meat Forms Uric Acid. Sating meat regularly eventually produces kidney trouble In some form or other, says a well-known authority, because the uric acid in meat excites fhe kidneys, they become overworked; , get sluggish; clog up and cause ail ' •arts of distress, particularly buckache and misery in the kidney region; rheu matic twinges, severe headaches, acid to Stomach, constipatiou, torpid liver, otoeplessuess, bladder and urinary Ir ritation. The moment your back hurts or kid neys aren't acting right, or If bladder bothers you, get about four ounces of Jad Salts from any good pharmacy; fake a tablespoonful in a glass of mater before breakfast for a few dayB and your kidneys will then act fine. This famous salts Is made from the Odd of grapes and lemon juice, com bined with lithla, and has been used for generations to flush clogged kid Beys and stimulate them to normal activity; also to neutralize the acldB lu We arine so it no longer irritates, thus ; wading bladder disorders. JM Salts cannot injure anyone; saako a delightful effervescent lithia water drink which millions of men and women take now and then to keep the fctdaeya and urinary organs clean, thus avoiding serious kidney disease.—Adv. All There Was for Him. A poor shoemaker's apprentice was | nmat to his master’s home with some t work- It was early in December, and when the lad arrived at the house he found the good wife engaged baking f the spiced bread ready for Christmas. ,h, The smell was delicious, and, sniffing strongly, the apprentice exclaimed |: heartily: j "Eh, missus, but your spice loaf 1? "Ah. well, iad, thee mun tak' some I flood smells, for it will be all thou will ■ London Tit-Bits. j CARE FOR YOUR HAIR l — ■ | fljf Fcwqucnt Shampoos With Cuticura Soap. Trial Free. s J' Precede shampoos by touches of j , CMfcws Ointment if needed to spots Iff «t dandruff, itching and irritation of J H Che scalp. Nothing better for the com- j jjife plexlun. hair, liands or skin than these | CBnerant supercreamy emollients. Also ] I; * mm »»«parations for the toilet. | Stem pie each free by mail with Book. &,T. Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. XY, * Boatosa. Sold everywhere.—Adv. | That Would Be Plenty. Kks “Well, my good woman,” said the E|.. stammer, "I must be going. Is there Bil ""Staly5 that,”* responded the sub- j I lone wearily. I mtCGGIST WILL TKLL TOl I e Kye Keimdy for Ked. Weak. Waterj ___Cininulatod Eyelids; No Bfuartinii— Eft %e eomii.rt. Write for Book of tbe Eye ■ &-• MBflii fnvh Murine Eye Ut-uiedy Co., Chicago. | It’s Nature. I “Tse got work with a circus, tend R’: Jag to the animals.” ; "ISUjaj „ her. V; I BELGIUM MAY HAVE KING NAMED 'OTTO' Candidate For Throne of Con quered Nation Figured In Tragedy That Made Prin cess a Murderess. Paris Special: The Germans are de Ing their utmost to force upon th« Belgians the conviction their countrj Is definitely conquered and will become a German state, after the fashion ol Bavaria and Saxony. They even hint that the future Belgian ruler will b« Prince Otto of Windlschgraetz. who marled Princess Elizabeth, daughter ol the late Archduke Rudolph and hi* widow, Stephanie, now Countest I-—-1 PRINCE OTTO OF WINDI3CH QRAETZ. Lonyay, daughter of the late King Leo pold. Prince. Otto and his wife have three sons, the eldest born In 1904. Princess Elizabeth Marie, wife of Prince Otto of Windeschgraet.z, Is the daughter of the late Crown Prince of Austria, whose death was one of the I most shocking of the many royal trag edies that have marked the reign of Francis Joseph. The crown prince waa found dead in his hunting lodge beside the body of a beautiful young noble woman with whom he was Infatuated. He had married a daughter of King Leopold of Belgium, but never loved her. One daughter waa born to them and Bhe la the wife of Prince Otto. Tragedy also has stalked her foot steps. The prince. It appeared, ,pad been carrying on attentions to an ao- ; tress. The princess surprised the ac- ] tress with the prince In a room In the j palace, and there shot her rival to ; death. The official anouncement waa that the actress committed suicide. This was in 1908. Since then there has been no public scandal in the family. GIRL BRIDE WAS IE TO BANDIT HD IND uracksman 3 Death Reveals Romance of Ohio Parson's Daughter. Frank Hohl. who was killed after fobbing two banks in Clnoinnati last week, probably lived as dare-devil and fearless a life as any bank robber who ever plugged up the nitroglycerin with soap and turned on the electrio current. Looting banks and breaking Jail composed the routine of hla dally life. But in his life of lawlessness there was a romance—a romance which led to the daughter of a Methodist minis ter becoming his wife. The romance was not revealed until yesterday, when Hohl lay dead in Cin cinnati, having been killed last week when an automobile in which he was rushing away from the scene of his last robbery turned turtle. A subse quent revolver duel with the police re sulted in Hohl’s death. The story was revealed last night by Detectives Edward Ooggln and Domi nick Gevigan, of the detective bureau, who have been searching for Hohl ever since Joseph Kauffmann, of 2629 Orchard street, confessed jhat he aided Hohl rob banks in Homestead and Al toona, Pa. That was four months ago. Three years ago Hohl stopped blow ing the steel doors off bank vaults long enough to court Miss Ivu Ormsby, daughter of a Methodist minister In Salem, Ohio. Miss Ormsby was only 17 years old when she met Hohl in a Missouri town, where he was stop ping and looking over the ground, sup posedly preliminary to robbing a bank. They were married. Soon she learned his occupation. But her love for her bank-robber husband is said to have been so great that she remained true to him. It was a far cry from the daughter of a minister to the wife of a bank robber, but she kept her secret. Twice during the last few months detectives nearly caught the couple in Chicago. For a time they lived at 4231 Wentworth avenue and later under the name of Mr. and Mrs. James Wilson at 2626 North Clark street. While there Hohl was working in a nearby garage, constructing an automobile. They left both places just a few days before the police arrived. “The Salutation of the Dawn." (Text from the “Sanskrit.") Look to this Day— For It Is Life, the very Life of Life. In Its brief course He all the Realities of your Existence: The Bliss of Growth: The Glory of Action; The Splendor of Beauty. For Yesterday is only a Dream And Tomorrow Is only a Vision; But Today, well lived, makes Every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope Look well, therefore, to this Day. Geologtsts say that the Caspian sea is sinking. ^4 44*44444444444444444r444_ ♦ FOOLISHNESS. 4 X C. F. Morris. I 4 Few carving knives are sharp 4 4 enough for a fellow that has not 4 4 the skill. 4 4 4 »-4*»+»++.»++..».-e+4.+444+.4.»4444 >-- y The Mystery of the Boule Cabinet -.-by— BURTON E. STEVENSON Copyright, 1913, by Burton E, Stevenson. ■ CHAPTER XXVIII.—(Continued). Then he signed to the two men to take up the cabinet, and himself laid a protecting hand upon it as it was carried through the door and down the steps to the van which was backed up to the curb. It was lifted carefully in side, the two men clambered in beside it, the driver spoke to the horses, and the van rolled slowly away up the ave nue. M. Armand watched it for a moment, then mounted into the cab which was waiting, waved a last farewell to me, and followed after the van. Wo watch ed it until it turned westward at the first cross street. “Mr. Godfrey’s occupation will be gone,” said Parks, with a little laugh. “He has fairly lived with that cabinet for the past three or four days. He was here last night tor quite a while.” "Hast night?” I echoed, surprised. “I was sure he would be hero today,” I added, reflecting that Godfrey might have decided to have a final lqok at the cabinet. “He half premised to be here, but I suppose something more im portant detained him.” The next instant I was Jumping down the steps two at a time, for a cab in which two men were sitting came down the avenue, and rolled slowly around the corner in the direction taken by the van. And Just as it disappeared one of its occupiants turned toward me and waved ills hand—and I recognized Jim Godfrey. CHAPTER XIX. “LA MOOT!” That my legs, without conscious ef fort of my own, should carry me up the avenue and around the corner after the cab In which I had seen Godfrey was a foregone conclusion, and yet it was with a certain vexation of spirit that I found myself racing along, for I realized that Godfrey had not been en tirely frank with me. Certainly he had dropped no hint of his intention to fol low Armand; but, I told myself, that might very well have been because he deemed such a hint unnecessary. I might have guessed, in spite of his seeming unconcern, the he would not allow the cabinet to pass from his sight; if he had been willing for me to turn it over to Armand, it was only because he expected developments of some sort to follow that transfer. And it suddenly dawned upon me that even I did not know the cabinet’s destination! It had not occurred to me to injuire where M. Armand proposed to take it, and he had volunteered no information. So. after a moment, I took up the, chase more contentedly, telling myself that Godfrey would not have waved to me if he had not wanted me along, and I reached the corner in time to see the van turn northward into Sixth avenue. As soon as it and the cabs which fol lowed it were out of sight, I sprinted along the sidewalk at top speed, and, on arriving at the corner, had the ,4r»^ isfaction of seeing them only a little way ahead. Here the congestion of traffic was such that the van could proceed but slowly, and I had no diffi culty In keeping pace with it, without the necessity of making myself conspic uous by running. Indeed, I rather hung back, burying myself In the crowds on the sidewalk, for fear that Armand might chance to glance around and see me In pursuit I saw that Godfrey and Simmonds had the same fear, for the cab In which they were drew up at the curb and waited there until the van had got some distance ahead. At Sixteenth street it turned westward ogafn, and then northward Into Seventh avenue. What could Armand be doing in this part of town, I asked myself? Did he propose to leave that priceless cabinet in this dingy' quarter? And then I paus ed abruptly and slipped into an area way, for the van had stopped some dis tance ahead and was backing up to the curb. Looking out discreetly, I saw the cab containing Armand stop also, and that gentleman alighted and paid the driver. The other cab rattled on at a good pace and disappeared up the avenue. Then the two porters lifted out the cabinet, and, with Armand showing them ‘he way, caried it into the building before which the van had stopped. They were gone perhaps five minutes, from which I argued that they were carrying it upstairs; then they reap peared, with Armand accompanying them. He tipped them and went out also to tip the driver of the van. Then the porters climbed aboard and it rat tled away out of sight. Armand stood for a moment on the step, looking up and down the avenue, then disappeared An instant latter. I saw Godfrey and another man whom I recognized as Simmonds. come out of a shop across the street and dash over to the house Into which the cabinet had been taken. They were standing on the door-step when I joined them. It was a dingy building, entirely typ ical of the dingy neighborhood. The ground floor was occupied by a laun dry which the sign on the front win dow declared to be French; and the room which the window lighted extend ed the whole width of tire building ex cept for a door which opened pre sumably on the stairway leading to the upper stories. Godfrey’s face was flaming with ex citement as he turned the knob of this door, gently—gentry. The door was locked. He stopped and applied an eye to tho key hole. "The key Is in the lock," ho whis pered. Eimmonds took from his pocket a pair of slender pliers and passed them over. Godfrey looked up and down the street, saw that for the moment there was no one near, inserted the pliers In the keyhole, grasped the end of the key, and turned it slowly. “Now!" he said, softly opened the door and slipped inside. I followed, and Slmmonds came after me like a shadow, closing the door carefully be hind him. Then we all stooped, and my heart, at least, wras in my mouth, for, from somewhere overhead, came the sound of a man’s voice talking excitedly. Even in the semi-darkness. I could see the look of astonishment and alarm on Godfrey’s face, as he stood for a moment motolnless, listening to that voice. I also tood with ears a-strain, but I could make nothing of what it was saying; then suddenly I realized that it was speaking in French. And yet it was not Armand’s voice—of that I was certain. Fronting us was a narrow stair mounting steeply to the story overhead, and after that moment's amazed hesita 15 tlon, Godfrey eat down on the bot tom step and removed his shoes, mo tioning us to do the same. Simmonds obeyed phlegmatically, but my hands were trembling so with excitement that I was In mortal teror lest I drop one cf my shoes; but I managed to get them both off without mishap, and to set them softly on the floor at the stair foot. When at last I looked up with a sigh of relief, Godfrey and Simmonds were stealing slowly up the stair, revolver in hand. I followed them, but I confess my knees were knocking together, for there was something weird and chilling In that voice going on and on. It sounded like the voice of a madman; there was something about it at once ferocious and triumphant *,* * * Godfrey paused an instant at the stairhead, listening intently; then he moved cautiously forward toward an opendoor from which the voiced seemed to come, motoining us at the same time to stay where we were. And as I knelt, bathed in presperation, I caught one word, repeated over and over: "Revanche! Revanche! Revanche! Then the voice fell to a sort of low growling, as of a dog which worries its prey, and I caught a sound as of ripping cloth. Godfrey, on hands and knees, was peering into the room. Then he drew back and motoined us forward. I shall never forget the Bight which met my eyes as I peeped cautiously around the corner of the door. The room into which I wfas looking was lighted only by the rays which filtered between the slats of a closed shutter. In the middle of the floor stod the Boule cabinet, and befo"? it, with his back to the door, stood a inan ripping savagely away the strips of burlap in which it had been wrapped, talking to himself the while in a sort of savage sing song, and pausing from moment to moment to glance at a hud dled bundle lying on the floor against the opposite wall. For a time, I could not make out what this bundle was. then, straining my eyes, I saw that it was the body of a man, wrapped round and round In some web like fabric. And as I stared at him, I caught the glitter of his eyes as he watched the man working at the cabinet—a glitter not to be mistaken—the same glitter which had so frightened me once be fore . . . Godfrey drew me back with a firm hand and took my place. As for me, I retreated to the stair and sat there, feverishly mopping my face and trying to understand. Who was this man? What was he doing there against the wall? What was the meaning of this ferocious scene . . . Then my heart leaded into my throat, for Godfrey, with a sharp cry of "Halte-!a!” spnang to his feet and dashed into the room, Simmonds at his heels. I suppose two seconds elapsed before I reacted the threshold, and I stopped there, staring, clutching at the wall to eteady mys^f. That scene is so photographed upon my brain ttrrt I have orfy to close my eyes to see it again In every detail. There was the cabinet with Its wrap pings torn away; but the figure on the floor had disappeared, and before an open doorway into another room stood a man, a giant of a man, ills hands above his head, lilp face working With fear and rage, wlifle Godfrey, his lips curling into a mocking smile, pressed a pistol against his breast. Then, as I stood there staring, it seemed to me that there was a sort of flicker in the air above the man’s head and he screamed shrilly. "La mort!" he shrieked. "La mort!” For one dreadful instant longer he stood there motionless, his hands still held aloft, his eyes staring horribly; then, with a strangle cry, he pitched forward heavily at Godfrey's feet. CHAPTER XX. THE ESCAPE. I luive a confused remembrance of Godfrey stooping for an instant above the body, staring at it, and then, with a sharp cry, hurling himself through that open doorway. A door slammed somewhere, there was a sound of run ning feet, and before either Simmonds or myself understood what was hap pening. Godfrey was back in the room, crossed it at a bound, and dashed to the door opening into the hall, just as it was slammed in his face. I saw him tear desperately at the knob, then retreat two 3teps and hurl himself against it. But it held firm and from the hall outside came a b*rst of mocking laughter that fairly froze my blood. "Come here, you fools," cried God frey between clenched teeth. "Don’t you see he's getting away!” Simmonds was quicker than I and together they threw themselves at the door. It cracked ominously, but still held; again they tried and this time it split from top to bottom. Godfrey kicked the pieces to either side and slipped between them, Simmonds after him. Then, in a sort of trance, I stag gered to it, and after a moment’s aim less fumbling was out in the hall again. I reached the stairhead in time to see Godfrey try the front door and then turn along the lower hall leading to the back of the house. An instant later a chorus of frenzied women's shrieks made my hair stand on end. How I got down the stair I do not know, but I, too. turned back along the lower hall, expecting any instant to come upon I knew not what horror. I reached an open door, passed through it and found myself in the laundry, in the midst of a group or excited and Indignant women, who greeted my ap pearance with a fresh series of screams. Unable to go farther. I sat limply down upon a box and looked at them. I dare say the figure I made was ridiculous enough, for the screams gave place to subdued giggles, but I was far from thinking of my appear ance, or of caring what impression I produced. And I was still sitting there when Godfrey came back, breathing heavily, chagrin and anger in his eyes. The employes of the laundry, con scious that something extraordinary was occurring, crowded about him, but lie elbowed his way through them to the desk where the manager sat. "A crime has been committed up stairs,” he said. "This gentleman with me is Mr. Simmonds, of the detective bureau," and at the words Simmonds showed his shield. "We shall have to notify headquarters," Godfrey went on, “ and I would advise that you keep your girls at their work. 1 don't sup pose you want to be mixed up in it." "Sure not,” agreed the manager t 1 promptly, and while Simmonds went to l the ’phone and called up police head quarters, the manager dismounted from his throne, went down among the girls, and had them back at their work in short order. Godfrey came over to me and laid his hand on my shoulder. “Why, Lester," he said, “you look as though you were at your last gasp.” “I am," I said. “I’m going to have nervous prostration if this thing keeps up. You're not looking particularly happy yourself." "I am not happy. I’ve let that fellow kill a man right under my nose—lit erally, under my nose!—and then get away!" “Kill a man?" I repeated. "Do you mean : . "Go upstairs and look at the right hand of the man lying there," said Godfrey, curtly, “and you’ll see what I mean!” I sat staring at him, unable to be lieve that I had heard aright; unable to believe that Godfrey had really ut tered those words . . . the right hand of the man lying there . . . . that could mean only one thing . . . Simmonds Joined us with a twisted smile on his lips, and I saw that even he was considerably shaken. "I got Grady,’’ he Bald, “and told him what had happened. He says he’s too busy to come up, and that I’m to take charge of things.” Godfrey laughed a little mocking Iaught. "Grady forsees his Waterloo!” he said. "Well, it’s not far distant. But I’m glad for your sake, Simmonds— you're going to get some glory out of this thing, yet!” “I hope so,” and Simmonds’ eyes gleamed an instant. "The ambulance will be around at once,” he added. "We’d better get our shoes on, and go back upstairs, and see If anything can be done for that fellow.” “There can’t anything be done for him,” said Godfrey wearily; "but we’d better have a look at him, I guess,” and he led the way out into the hall. Not until Simmonds spoke did I re member that I was shoeless. Now I sat down beside Godfrey, got fura blingly into my shoes again, and then, followed him and Simmonds slowly up the stair. ’ I thought I knew what was passing in Godfrey’s mind: he was blaming him self for this latest tragedy; lie was telling himself that he should have foreseen and prevented it; he always blamed himself in that way when things went wrong—and then, to have the murderer slip through his very fingers! I could guess what a mighty shock that had been to his self-confi dence! The latest victim was lying where he had fallen, just inside the doorway leading into the inner room. Slmmond3 stepped to the window, threw open the shutters, and let a flood of after nocn sunshine into the room. Then he knelt beside the body, and held up tha limp right hand for us to see. Just above the knuckles were two tiny incisions, with a drop or two of blood oozing away from them, and the flesh about them swollen and dis colored. “I knew what it was the instant he yelled ‘La mort!’’’ said Godfrey quiet ly. "And he knew what it was the Instant he felt the stroke. It is evi dent enough that he had seen it used before, or heard of it, and knew that it meant instant death.” I sat down, staring at the dead man, and tried to collect my senses. So this fiendish criminal, who slew with pois on, had been lurking in Vantine's house, and had struck down first Drou. et and then the master of the house bimself! But why—why! It wras in credible, astounding, my brain reeled at the thought. And yet it must be true! .1 looked again at the third victim, and saw a man roughly dressed, with bushy black hair and tangled beard; a very giant of a man, whose physical ' strength must have been enormous—- ] and yet it lad availed him nothing against that tiny pin-prick on the hand! And then- a sudden thought brought me bolt upright. “But Armand!” I cried. "Where is Armand?” Godfrey looked at me with a half pitying smile. "What, Lester!” he said, “don’t you understand, even yet? It was your fas cinating M. Armand who did that,” and he pointed to the dead man. I felt as though I had been struck a heavy blow upon the head; black cir cles whirled before my eyes. “Go over to the window," said God frey, peremptorily, "and get some fresh air.” Mechanically I obeyed, and stood clinging to the window sill, gazing down at the busy street, where the tide of humanity was flowing up and down, all unconscious of the tragedy which had been enacted so close at hand. And, at last, the calmness of all these people, the sight of the world going quietly along as usual, restored me a portion of my self control. But even yet I did not understand. "Was it Armand," I asked, turning back into the room, “who lay there in the corner?” "Certainly it was,” Godfrey an swered. "Who tlse could it be?” (Continued next week.) I he Tear s fcnd. From the Saturday Evening Post. We come to the end of the year with cost of living decidedly below the mid August peak, money easier, business bet ter. On the material side we have fairly digested the war shock and adjusted our selves to the big change It caused in trade currents. From being a thing of Incal culable potentialities it has become a fac tor the effect of which, for the time be ing, we can count on with considerable as surance. We again have that tolerably stable outlook which Is essential to busi ness progress. There is a better feeling and we are on better terms with ourselves. Probably there will be ho more experi mental legislation for an Indefinite period. The November elections, by reestablishing a fairly even balance between the two big parties, tend to put politics on Its best behavior. On the largest view, confidence has been deeply wounded because civilized man kind has fallen under a staggering Indict ment. the validity of which no one can question. It Is as though, amid a wonted discussion of trade and politics, several of the participants suddenly rose and blew out their brains. The survivors have tjje old problems of trade and polities to deal with In much the same way, but they can not heip being deeply disconcerted. As a reaction from that, every citizen of the United States may feel more vitally than ever before how fortunate among na tions this nation Is. His citizenship Is an asset that Is now tangibly worth life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to him. No merely theoretical or debatable advantages now mark the difference be tween citizenship In America and In Europe. The difference Is measurable In concrete terms of life, limb, freedom to further his real Interests, and security In his possessions. Pondering that 1n humble gratitude. Americans may well go Into the new year with high courage. _ The Wise Office Boy. From the Indianapolis News. Mr. Llnch called again this morning,' said the new office boy as Mr. Wilson entered the office. "Did you tell him I had gone to Cal ifornia ag I told you, Frank?'' “Yes, sir." “What did he say?” "He asked when you would be back and I said, ‘After lunch.' “ I Took Cold It Settled In ' My Kidneys. I Used ; Peruna. Am all Right » I owe my Health to Peruna. Mrs. Anna Linder, K. F. D. 6, Das sel, Meeker Co., Minn., writes: “For two years I suffered with that ter rible disease, chronic catarrh. "Fortunately. 1 saw your- adver tisement in my paper. I got your advice, and I took Peruna. Now I am well and the mother of two children. I owe It all to Peruna. “I would not be without that great tonic for twice its cost, for I am well and strong now. I cannot speak In too high terms of its value as a medicine." The Censor. The Washington Star relates that Mayor Baker of Cleveland, in defense of a political movement that had been attacked, said the other day: “It’s an honest movement and a straightforward movement, and they who attack it are as censorious as the Seabright old maid. "A Seabright old maid was talking to a sunburned college boy on the beach. A pretty girl passed and the old maid said: " ‘There goes Minnie Summers. You. took her to the hop last evening, didn’t you?’ “‘Yes,’ said the college boy, and he added politely: ‘As I was taking leave of Miss Summers after the hop it dawned upon me—’ ” “ ‘It dawned!’ said the old maid: 'You kept her out till dawn! That’s V what these new dances lead up to!”’ OVERWORK and KIDNEY TROUBLE — Mr. James McDaniel, Oakley, Ky., writes: ‘‘I overworked and strained myself, which brought on Kidney and Bladder Disease. My symptoms were Backache and burning in the stem of the Blad der, wdiich was sore and had a constant hurting all the time broken sleep, tired feel ing, nervousness, puff ed and swollen eyes, shortness of breath and J. McDaniel. Rheumatic pains. I suf fered ten months. I was treated by a physician, but found no relief until I started to use Dodd’s Kidney Pills, I now feel that I am permanently cured by the use of Dodd’s Kidney Pills.” Dodd’s Kidney Pills, 50c. per box at your dealer or Dodd’s Medicine Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Write for Household Hints, also music of National Anthem (English and German words) and re cipes for dainty dishes. All 3 sent free.—Adv. No Room for a Third. Ex-President Taft was on one occa sion in consultation with Senator Pen rose of Pennsylvania. Now, as every body knows, Mr. Taft is gigantic and the senator is taller and weighs more than any other member of the senate. While the two were in earnest con versation an aggressive politician en deavored to enter the room, but an alert secretary politely interfered. ‘‘What are they doing in there?” asked the politician, inquisitively. This pertinent question nettled the secretary and he answered tersely: ‘‘Holding a mass meeting, I pre> sume.” No sick headache, biliousness, bad taste or constipation by morning. Jet a 10-cent box. Are you keeping ycur bowels, liver, and stomach clean, pure and fresh with Cascarets, or merely forcing a passageway every few days with Salts, Cathartic Pills, Castor Oil or Purgative Waters? Stop having a bowel wash-day. Let Cascarets thoroughly cleanse and reg ulate the stomach, remove the sour and fermenting food and foul gases, take the excess bile from the liver and carrv out of the system all the constipated waste matter and poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will make you feel great by morning. They work while you sleep—never gripe, sicken or cause any inconvenience, and cost only 10 cents a box from your store. Millions of men and women take a Cascaret now and then and never have Headache. Biliousness, Coated Tongue, Indigestion, Sour Stomach or Constipation. Adv. Hadn’t Noticed It. Tomdix—Your wife is certainly out spoken, isn't she? Hojax—Not that I know of. I never met any one who could outspeak her. Life is made up of surprises. Have you ever noticed that the things that don’t seem possible happen so often?