^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.
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♦ 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
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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?
