Neglected
Colds bring
Pneumonia
CASCARAE? QUININE
The old family remedy — in tablet
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Cures colds in 24 hour*—Grip in 5
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genuine box with
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24 Tablets for 25c.
At Any Drug Stora
LONG WALK TO JOIN HUSBAND
Soldier’s Wife, Unable to Purchase
Railroad Ticket, Tramped on Foot
for Many Weary Miles.
Soldiers at Camp Hancock, near Au
gusta, Ga., have ceased to complain
about a 20-mile bike since the arrival
there of Mrs. Anna Messinger of Chil
llcothe, O., who walked from I hat
place to Augusta, in order to he near
her soldier husband, who is with the
motor mechanics' regiment, the Wash
ington Evening Star's (Gn.) corre
spondent writes.
“I was nnxlous to be with my hus
band until his departure for France,
and I couldn’t afford the price of a
ruilway ticket, so I struck out on foot,
accompanied by my brother-in-law and
liis wife,” said Mrs. Messinger upon
her arrival here.
The party tramped their way
through the states of Ohio, Kentucky.
Virginia, Tennessee and northern
Georgia, arriving in Augusta 2(1 days
after starting from Chilllcothe.
Mrs. Messinger says they spent the
'nights at. farmhouses, where they had
tlie most courteous treatment. They
■walked through ice and snow almost
the entire distance, there being only
two fine days during the jaunt. She
says she wore out one pair of slippers,
three pnirs of shoes, and three pairs
of rubbers.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, that famous old remedy
for infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of(
In Use for Over 30 fears.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
Nothing Doing.
“I see your boy has a little hatchet."
“Yes; but I fear lie'll never make
a president."
“Doesn't chop down your favorite
cherry trees, eh?”
"No; be chops up my favorite golf
sticks.”
Soft, Clear Skins.
Night and morning bathe the fact
with Cutlcura Sonp and hot water. If
there are pimples first smear them
with Cutlcura Ointment. For free sam
ples address, “Cutlcura, Dept. X, Bos
ton.” Sold by druggists and by mall.
Soap 25, Ointment 25 and 50.—Adv.
Too Bad.
51 rs. Sayso—I should think that the
criticisms- that your son received on
his book would fairly make him smart.
Mrs. Ruyter Doun—Well, I guess
they do—but they don't make him any
smarter.
Poor Gamble.
Old Lover—I am only sixty.”
Young Maid—Yes, you are fur too
young; you may live to be eighty.”
THE SPRING DRIVE
Our boys are going “Over the top”
ami into "No man’s land’’ this spring.
No one has any doubt of their ability
to get there. There will also be u
spring drive on this side of the ocean,
because March is the year’s “blue Mon
day.” It is the most fatal mouth of the
year. March and April is a time when
resistance usually is at lowest ebb. It
is a trying season for the “run-down”
ntuu. But medical science steps in, and
says, “it need not be” ! We should cul
tivate a love of health, a sense of re
sponsibility for the care of our bodies.
Do not allow the machinery of the body
to clog. Put the stomach and liver In
proper condition. Take Dr. Pierce’s
Golden Medical Discovery, to be hadftit
most drug stores in tublet or liquid
form, tablets sixty-cents a vial, cotn
jiosed of native herbs. This puts the
stomach and liver in proper condition.
Tou may be plodding along, no spring,
no elasticity, no vim, but as soou as you
have put the body into Its normat physi
cal condition—oiled the machinery,* as
it were—you will find new vim. vigor
and vitality within you. A little “pep,''
and we laugh and live. Try it uow.
Send Dr. Pierce, Buffalo, N. V., 10c. for
lrial package. A little energy will save
ihe day. The prime necessity of life is
health. With spirit and energy you
have the power to force yourself Into
action. The Golden Medical Discovery
Is the spring t<#iic which you need.
STOP YOUR COUGHING
No need ta let that cough peraist. Stop the
Irritation, and remove tickling and hoaree
ticd*. by relieving the inflamed throat with
PISO’S
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CIIAi V.T. FOTTn. (Continued.)
“By Jove!” he thought. “IIow
difficult it is to defend one’s self
when one is innocent. There’s my
right wing and my left wing driv
en in. Will my center be able to
stand the assault?”
M. Desmalions, after a whis
pered colloquy with the examin
ing magistrate, resumed his ques
tions in these terms:
“Yesterday evening, when M.
b’auville opened his safe in your
presence and the sergeant’s, what
was in the safe?”
“A heap of papers, on one of the
shelves; and, among those papers,
the diary in drab cloth which has
since disappeared.”
“You did not touch those pa
pers?”
“Neither the papers nor the
safe, Monsieur le Prefet. Sergeant
Mazeroux must have told you that
he made me stand aside, to insure
the regularity of the inquiry.”
“So you never came into the
slightest contact with the safe?”
“Not the slightest.”
M. Desmalions looked at the ex
amining magistrate and nodded
his head. Had Percnna been able
to doubt that a trap was being laid
for him, a glance at Mazeroux
would have told him all about it.
Mazeroux was ashen gray.
Meanwhile, M. Desmalions con
tinued :
“You have taken part in in
quiries, monsieur, in police in
quiries. Therefore, in putting my
next question to you, I consider
that I am addressing it to a tried
detective.”
“I will answer your question,
Monsieur le Prefet, to the best of
jny ability.”
“Here it is, then: Supposing
that there were at this moment in
the safe an object of some kind, a
jewel, let us say, a diamond out of
a tie pin, and that this diamond
had come from a tie pin which be
longed to somebody whom we
knew, somebody who had spent
the night in this house, what
would you think of the coinci
dence?”
“There wo are,” said Perenna
to himself. “There's the trap. It’s
clear that they’ve found some
thing in the safe, and next, that
they imagine that this something
belongs to me. Good! But, in that
ease, we must presume, as I have
hot touched the safe, that the
thiug was taken from me and put
lu the safe to compromise me. But
I did not have a finger in this pie
until yesterday; and it is impossi
ble that, during last night, when I
saw nobody, any one can have had
time, to prepare and contrive such
a determined plot against me.
So-”
The prefect of police inter
rupted this silent, monologue by
repeating: :
“What would lie your opin
ion?”
“There would be an undeniable
connection between that person’s
presence in the house and the two
crimes that had been committed.”
“Consequently, we should have
the right at least to suspect the
person?”
“Yes.”
“That is your view?”
“Decidedly.”
M. Desmalions produced a piece
of tissue paper from his pocket
and took from it a little blue stone,
which he displayed.
“Here is a turquoise which we
found in tlm safe. It belongs,
without a shadow' of a doubt, to
the ring which you arc wearing
on your finger.”
1 Ion Luis was seized with a fit
of rage. He half grated, through
his clenched teeth:
“Oh, the rascals! How clever
they arc But no. I can’t be
lieve-”
lb* looked at bis ring, which
w as formed of a large, clouded,
dead turquoise, surrounded by a
circle of small, irregular tur
quoises, also of a very pale blue.
Om* of these was missing; and the
one which M. Desmalions had in
his hand fitted the place exactly.
“What do you say?” asked M.
Desmalions.
“I say that this turquoise be
longs to my ring, which was given
me by Cosmo Mornington on the
first occasion that I saved his
life.”
“So we are agreed?”
“ \ es, Monsieur le Prefet, wo
are agreed.”
Don Luis Perenna began to
walk across the room, reflecting.
The movement which the two de
tectives made toward the two
doors told him that his arrest was
provided for. A word from M.
Desmalions, and Sergeant Mazer
oux would be forced to take his
chief by the collar.
Don Luis once more gave a
glance toward his former accom
plice. Mazeroux made a gesture of
: entreaty, as though to say:
“Well, what are you waiting
for? Why don’t you give up the
criminal? Quick, it’s time!”
Don Luis smiled.
“What’s the matter?” asked
the prefect, in a tone that now en
tirely lacked the sort of involun
tary politeness which he had
shown since the commencement of
the examination.
“The matter? The matter?—”
Perenna seized a chair by the
back, spun it round and sat down
upon it, with the simple remark:
“Let’s talk!”
And this was said in such a way'
and the movement executed with
so much decision that the prefect
muttered, as though wavering:
“I don’t quite see-”
“You soon will, Monsieur le
Prefet.” #
And, speaking in a slow voi6e,
laying stress on every syllable that
he uttered, he began:
“Monsieur le Prefet, the posi
tion is as clear as daylight. Yes
terday evening you gave me an
authorization which involves your
responsibility most gravely. The
result is that what you now want,
at all costs and without delay, is a
culprit. And that culprit is to be
myself. By way of incriminating
evidence, you have the fact of my
presence here, the fact the door
was locked on the inside, the fact
that Sergeant Mazeroux was
asleep while the crime was com
mitted, and the fact of the discov
ery of the turquoise in the safe.
All this is crushing, I admit.
Added to it,” he continued, “we
have the terrible presumption that
I had every interest in the re
moval of M. Fauville and his son,
inasmuch as, if there is no heir of
Cosmo Mornington’s in existence,
I come, into 100,000,000 francs. Ex
actly. There is therefore nothing
for me to do, Monsier le Prefet,
but to go with you to the lockup
or else——”
ur else wnats
“Or else hand over to you the
criminal, the real criminal.”
The prefect of police smiled and
took out his watch.
“I’m waiting,” he said.
“It will take me just au hour,
Monsier le Prefet, and no more, if
you give me every latitude. And
the search of the truth, it seems to
me, is worth a little patience. ’ ’
“I’m waiting,” repeated M.
Desmalions.
“Sergeant Mazerous, please tell
Silvestre, the man servant, that
Monsieur le Prefet wishes to see
him.”
Upon a sign from M. Desma
lions, Mazeroux went out.
Don Luis explained his motive.
“Monsieur le Prefet, whereas
the discovery of the turquoise con
stitutes in your eyes an extremely
serious proof against me, to me it
is a revelation of the highest im
portance. I will tell you why. That
turquoise must have fallen from
my ring last evening and rolled on
the carpet.
“Now there are only four per
sons,” he continued, “who can
have noticed this fall when it
happened, picked up the turquoise
and, in order to compromise the
new adversary that I was, slipped
it into the safe. The first of those
four persons is one of your detec
tives, Sergeant Mazeroux, of
whom we will not speak. The sec
ond is dead: I refer to M. Fauville.
We will not speak of him. The
third is Silvestre, the manservant.
I should like to say a few words
to him. 1 shall not take long."
Silvestre s examination, in fact,
was soon over, lie was able to
prove that, pending the return of
Mme. Fauville, for whom he had
to open the door, he had not left
the kitchen, where lie was playing
at cards with the lady’s maid and
another manservant.
“Very wall,” said Perenna.
“One word more. You must have
read in this morning's papers of
the death of Inspector Verot and
seen his portrait.”
“Yes.”
“Do you know Inspector
Verot?”
“No.”
“Still, it is probable that he
came iiere yesterday, during the
day.”
“I can’t say,” replied the serv
ant. “M. Fauville used to receive
many visitors through the garden
and let them in himself.”
“Yrou have no more evidence to
give?”
“No.”
“Please tell Mme. Fauville that
Monsieur le Prefet would be very
much obliged if he could have a
word with her.”
Silvestre left the room.
The examining magistrate and
the public prosecutor had drawn
nearer in astonishment.
The prefect exclaimed:
“What, monsieur! You don’t
mean to pretend that Mme. Fau
ville is rnived up-”
“Monsieur le Prefet, Mme. Fau
ville is the fourth person who may
have seen the turquoise drop out
of my ring.”
‘ ‘ And what then ? Have we the
right, in the absence of any real
proof, to suppose that a -woman
can kill her husband, that a moth
er can poison her son?”
“I am supposing nothing, Mon
sieur le Prefet.”
“Then—?”
Don Luis made no reply. M.
Desmalions did not conceal his ir
ritation. However, he said:
“Very well; but I order you
most positively to remain silent.
What questions am I to put to
Mme. Fauville?”
“One only, Monsier le Prefet:
ask Mme. Fauville if she knows
any one, apart from her husband,
who is descended from the sisters
Roussel.”
“Why that question?”
“Because, if that descendant
exists, it is not I who will inherit
the millions, but he; and then it
will be he and not I who would be
interested in the removal of M.
Fauville and his sou.”
“Of course, of course,” mut
tered M. Desmalions. “But even
so, this new trail-”
Mme. Fauville entered as he was
speaking. Her face remained
charming and pretty in spite of
the tears that had reddened her
eyelids arid impaired the freshness
of her cheeks. But her eyes ex
pressed the scare of terror; and
the obsession of the tragedy im
parted to all her attractive person
ality, to her gait and to her move
ments, something feverish and
spasmodic that was painful to
look upon.
4 4 T»_ A 3.. -1 ? » • -i
Jt ray sit down, madarae, said
the prefect, speaking with the
height of deference, “and forgive
me for inflicting any additional
emotion upon you. But time is
precious; and we must do every
thing to make sure that the two
victims whose loss you are mourn
ing shall be avenged without de
lay.”
Tears were still streaming from
her beautiful eyes; and, with a
sob, she stammered:
“If the police need me, Mon
sieur le Prefet-”
“Yes, it is a question of obtain
ing a few particulars. Your hus
band’s mother is dead, is she not?”
‘ ‘ Yes, Monsieur 1c Prefet. ’ ’
“Am I correct in saying that she
came from Saint-Etienne and that
her maiden name was Roussel ? ’ ’
“Yes.”
“Elizabeth Roussel?”
“Yes.”
“Had your husband any broth
ers or sisters ? ’ ’
“No.”
“Therefore there is no descend
ant of Elazabeth Roussel living?”
“No.”
“Very well. But Elizabeth
Roussel had two sisters, did she
not?”
“Yes.”
“Ermeline Roussel, the elder,
went abroad and was not heard of
again. The other, the younger—”
‘ ‘ The other was called Armande
Roussel. She was my mother.”
“Eli? What do you say?”
“I said my mother’s maiden
name was Armande Roussel, and
I married my cousin, the son of
Elizabeth Roussel.”
The statement had the effect of
a thunderclap. So, upon the death
of Hippolyte Fauville and his son
Edmond, the direct descendants of
the eldest sister, Cosmo Morning
ton's inheritance passed to the
other branch, that of Armande
Roussel: and this branch was rep
resented so far by Mine. Fauville!
The prefect of police and the ex
amining magistrate exchanged
glances and both instinctively
turned toward Don Luis Perenna,
who did not move a muscle.
“Have you no brother or sister,
madame?” asked the prefect.
“No, Monsieur le Prefet, 1 am
the only one.”
The only one! In other words,
now that her husband and son
were dead, Cosmo Mornington’s
millions reverted absolutely and
undeniably to her, to her alone.
Meanwhile, a hideous idea
weighed like a nighmare upon the
magistrates and they could not,rid
themselves of it: the woman sit
ting before them was the mother
of Edmond Fauville. M. Desma
lions had his eyes on Don Luis
Perenna, who wrote a few words
on a card and handed it to the pre
fect.
M. Desmalions, who was gradu
ally resuming toward Don Luis his
courteous attitude of the day be
fore, read it, reflected a moment,
and put this question to Mine,
i Fauville:
“What was your son Edmond’s
age?”
“Seventeen.”
“You look so young--”
“Edmond was not my son, but
my stepson, the son of my hus
band by his first wife, who died.”
“Ah! So Edmond Fauville—”
muttered the prefect, without fin
ishing his sentence.
In twTo minutes the whole situa
tion had changed. In the eyes of
the magistrates, Mine. Fauville
was no longer the widow' and
mother who must on no account be
attacked. She had suddenly be
come a woman whom circum
stances compelled them to cross
examine. However prejudiced
they might be in her favor, how
ever charmed by the seductive
qualities of her beauty, they were
inevitably bound to ask them
selves, whether for some reason or
other, for instance, in order to be
alone in the enjoyment of the
enormous fortune, she had not had
the madness to kill her husband
and to kill the boy who was only
her husband’s son. In any case,
the question was there, calling for
a solution.
The prefect of police contin
ued :
Do you know this turquoise?
She took the stone which he
held out to her and examined it
without the least sign of confu
sion.
“No,” she said. “I have an old
fashioned turquoise necklace,
which I never wear, but the stones
are larger and none of them has
this irregular shape.”
“We found this one in the
safe,” said M. Desmalions. “It
forms part of a ring belonging to
a person whom we know. ’ ’
“Well,” she said eagerly, “you
must find that person.”
“He is here,” said the prefect, ‘
pointing to Don Luis, who had
been standing some way off and
who had not been noticed by Mine.
Fauville.
She started at the sight of Per
enna and cried, very excitedly:
“But that gentleman was here
yesterday evening! He was talk
ing to my husband—and so was
that other gentleman,” she said,
referring to Sergeant Mazeroux.
“You must question them, find
out why they were here. You un
derstand that, if the turquoise be
longed to one of them-”
The 'insinuation was direct, but
clumsy; and it lent the greatest
weight to Perenna’s unspoken
argument:
“The turquoise was picked up
by some one who saw me yester
day, and who wishes to compro
mise me. Apart from M. Fauville
and the detective sergeant, only
two people saw me: Silvestre, the
manservant, and Mine. Fauville.
Consequently, as Silvestre is out
side the question, I accuse Mine.
Fauville of putting the turquoise
in the safe.”
M. Desmalions asked:
“Will you let me see the neck
lace, madame?”
“Certainly. It is with my other
jewels, in my wardrobe. I will go
for it. ’ ’
“Pray don’t trouble, madame.
Does your maid know the neck
lace?”
“Quite well.”
“In that, ease, Sergeant Mazer
oux will tell her what is wanted.”
Not a word was spoken during
the few minutes for which Mazer
oux was absent. Mmc. Fauville
seemed absorbed in her grief. M.
Desmalions kept his eyes fixed on
her.
The sergeant, returned, carry
ing a very large box containing a
number of jewel cases and loose
ornaments.
M. Desmalions found the neck
lace. examined it, and realized, in
fact, that the stones did not re
semble the turquoise anti that
none of them was missing. But, on
separating two jewel cases in or
der to take out a tiara which also
contained blue stones, he made a
gesture of surprise.
“What are these two keys?”
he asked, pointing to two keys
identical in shape and size with
those which opened the lock and
the bolt of the garden door.
Mme. Fauville remained very
j calm. Not a muscle of her face
moved. Nothing pointed to the
I least perturbation on account of
j this discovery. She merely said:
tContlnued Next Week.)
THE BIG WORK
JIM WAR
The War Lord Salutes the Field
Marshall.
Such is the striking title to a well
timed cartoon in an agricultural pa
per, showing the War Lord in salute
to the farmer. The meaning of it is
that without the assistance that the *
farmer renders in the matter of pro
viding food for the army the fighting;
ability of that body would be propor-j
tionally decreased. While the army
is fighting, the farmer is busy. The
promptness with which he sprang
into the breach was a patriotism equal
to that of the man who enlisted and
the farmer’s record in this particular
.was worthy of the high record that
has become his. All over the United
States the appeal is being met by more
production. Fields are enlarged, inten
sive agriculture has taken the placo
of slipshod methods, more cattle are
being fattened, more hogs grown, veal
and lamb have become scarce com
modities. This is all in keeping with
the food-controller’s demands, and
with the heartiness that Is now preva
lent, it would seem as if the require
ments of the boys at the front and the
allies in Europe would be fully met.
Not only are the tilled acres of the
United States being brought into
requisition, but the wild pasture lands
arc doing tribute with their cattle and
sheep. Working in conjunction with
the United States, Western Canada is
also doing its share and a pretty large*''5-'*'
, share it is, too. By an arrangement
with the United States Government it
will now be possible through its em
ployment bureau to se<$ire for the
Western Canada fields such help as
can be spared. It is thought in this
way Canada will have its help to seed
its millions of acres of wheat land
fairly well met. The large number
of young men of the farms who have
enlisted and gone to the front has left
many of the Western Canada farms
weak in the matter of man power.
This means that Canada can take all
that the United States can spare. The
wages will be good and the housing
comfortable.
Tn <wLI.'t;nn 4-~ 4-1-4?__V___
in nutation to tnis the tree home
stead lands of Western Canada offer
the greatest inducement to the man
with limited means who is willing to
undergo some of the hardships natu
rally accompanying this enterprise.
There is also the large area of uncul
tivated lands that are waiting the
man with sufficient means to purchase
and equip. And this is not expen
sive. The lands are cheap ancf the
terms very reasonable. Equipped with
tractor or horse power the cultivation
cost is slight when the return is con
sidered. Yields of wheat varying from
20 to 40 bushels per acre may be re
lied upon, and with a set price of over
$2.00 per bushel, it is an easy matter
to arrive at the cost. Production, in
cluding interest on land, has been esti
mated at figures not exceeding ten
dollars an acre. With a twenty bushel
yield, at a two dollar price—forty dol
lars. Ten from forty and you have
the profits many farmers made in
Western Canada the past year.
The Dominion and Provincial Gov
ernments are working conjointly in an
increased production propaganda.
Among the important steps thaChave
been taken to bring this about is the
recent order by which it is made pos
sible to take into Canada traetors that
cost fourteen hundred dollars and’ less
in the country of production. This
will give those residing in the United
States, owning lands in Canada; the
opportunity to place them under cul
tivation at much less cost than in the
past. Another inducement is the privi
lege of taking sheep and cattle in
free of duty. Automobiles fotm a
necessary part of the outfit of a'igood
many farmers that would like to-move
to Canada. These are now accorded
free duty. Provision is also made’ that
those requiring seed and unable to ob
tain it in any other way. may get it
from the Government. So from- this
it will be seen that it is not only the
fertile lands of Western Canada' that
Invite tlie settler, hut the ease and
cheapness with which a farmer may
establish himself.—Advertisement.
Silent Sufferer. ^
“The leading man seems to be mak
ing love to the leading lady with con
siderable ardor.”
“Quite so. I dure say lie's had a spat
with his wife and is now gettiug;even.”
‘The leading lady is not his wife,
then?”
“Of course not. That’s his wife sit
ting over there in a box and looking as
if she’d like to bite a nail in two."—
Benninglmiu Age-Herald.
Nothing to Be Frightened About.
Emilie had a visitor about the same
age. Her father had bought her a
Mother Hubbard book and she began.
“Old Mother Hubbard went to the cup
board to get her poor dog a bone, but
when she got there it was hare—empty
—it won’t hurt you,” as she thought
her playmate might be frightened at
the word bare.
Dr. Pierce’s Pellets are best for liver,
bowels and stomach. One little Pellet
for a laxative, three for a cathartic. Ad.
American apples bring $8.h0 a barrel
in Liverpool.
When Your Eves Need Care
Try Murine Eye Remedy
go Smortlm — Jut Coafnrt. to c«nu u
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