EiRLS! LOTS OF
BEAM HAIR
A small bottle of “Danderine”
makes hair thick, glossy
and wavy.
Famoves all dandruff, stops itch,
ing scalp and falling
hair.
I
To be possessed of a head of heavy,
beautiful hair; soft, lustrous, fluffy,
wavy and free from dandruff is merely
a matter of using a little Dnnderlne.
It Is easy and Inexpensive to hove
nice, soft hair nnd lots of it. Just get a
smull bottle of Knowlton's Dnnderlne
now—it costs but a few cents—all drug
stores recommend It—apply n little as
directed and within ten minutes there
will be an appearance of abundance,
freshness, fiufllness and an Incompara
ble gloss and lustre, and try ns you
will you cannot find a trace of dandruff
or falling hair; but your real surprise
will be after nbout two weeks’ use,
when you will see new hair—line nnd
downy at first—yes—but really new
hair—sprouting out all over your scalp 1
—Dander!no Is, we believe, the only
sure hair grower, destroyer of dan
druff and cure for Itchy scalp, nnd it
never falls to stop falling lialr nt once.
If yon want to prove how pretty nnd
soft your hair really Is, moisten n cloth
with a little Dnnderlne und carefully
draw It through your hair—taking one
small strand at a time. Your hnlr will
be soft,' giossy and beautiful In just
ft few moments—a delightful surprise
•waits everyono who tries this. • Adv.
Why He Didn't Hit Him.
I heard some loud voices among the
children In front of the house, nnd tu
a moment Arthur came In. I asked
what was the trouble and lie explained
that a new coiner was picking n light
with the boys.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Well,” replied Arthur, “I’d have hit
him If It hadn’t been for Ids strength
fulness I”—Chicago Tribune.
When a young tnnn Is renlly In love
he doesn't hesitate to propose Just be
cause the girl lias money.
• 1
It always makes a widow mad when
«he hears of a woman who abuses lier
husband.
THIS WEAK,
NERVOUS MOTHER
TeBs How Lydia E.Pinkham’«
Vegetable Compound
Restored Her Health.
Philadelphia, Pa.—“I waa very weak,
always tired, my back ached, and 1 felt
sickly most of the
time. I wont to a
doctor and he said
I had nervous indi
gestion, which ad
ded to my weak
condition kept me
worrying most of
the time — and ho
said if I could not
stop that, 1 could
not get well. I
heard so much abo ut
, LydiaE. Pinkb im’s
VP"""**1*81*4*1 Vegetable Com
wawi my husband wanted mo to try it
I took it fora week and felt a little bet
ter. I kept it up for three months, and
I fed fine and can eat anything now
without distress or Arvoosness. —Mrs.
rWorSurotTsisJ? North Taylor St,
Philadelphia Pa.
The majority of mothers nowadays
overdo, there are so many demands
apontheir time and strength; the result
Is invariably a-weakened, run-down,
nervous coedition with headaches, back
ache, irritability and depression - and
soon more serious ailments develop.
It is at such periods in life that Lydia E.
liskbam’a Vegetable Compound will
restore a normal healthy condition, as
it did to Mrs. Worthline.
For Coughs and Coltfs
.fVf • tried sad tested remedy—one t!-.at
sets prompt’r sod effectively and contains
poovUtea. Y»u«et that remedy by asV;u*£or
PiSO’S
; ' • ." \
THE
J TEETH OF THE TIGER S
V. BY J
MAURICE LEBLANC
TRANSLATED BT
ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS
N.
CHAPTER NI NET EE N—Con tlnued.)
lie picked up something from
the ground. It was a stick shaped
like a crutvh. He put it under
his left arm and, .still bent in two,
began to walk like a man who
lias not the strength to stand
erect. Then suddenly and with
no apparent enure to explain his
change of attitude, he drew him
self up and used his crutch as lie
would a cane. lie then walked
round tlie outside of the grotto,
making a careful inspection, the
meaning of which escaped Don
Luis for the time.
He was of a good height in
this position; and Don Luis easily
understood why the driver of the
yellow taxi, who bad seen him
under two such different aspects,
was unable to say whether he was
tall or very short.
But his lege, slack and un
steady, gave way beneath him, as
if any prolonged exertion were
beyond his power. He relapsed
into his first attitude.
The man was a cripple, smitten
with some disease that affected
his powers of locomotion. lie was
excessively thin. Don Luis also
saw his pallid face, his cavernous
cheeks: the face of a sufferer
from consumption, a bloodless
face.
When he had finished his in
spection, he came up to Florence
and said:
“Though you’ve been very
good, baby, and haven't screamed
so far, we’d better take our pre
cautions and remove any possibil
ity of a surprise by giving you
a nice little gag to wear, don’t
you think?’’
He stooped over her and wound
a large handkerchief round the
i lower part of her face. Then,
| bending still farther down, he be
gan to speak to her in a very low
voice, talking almost into her ear.
But wild bursts of'laughter, hor
rible to hoar interrupted this
whispering.
reeling trie imminence or the
danger, dreading some movement
on the wretch’s part, n sudden
murderous attack, the prompt
prick of a poisoned needle, Don
Luis hail leveled his revolver and,
confident of his skill, waited
events.
What was happening over
there? Wliat were the words
spoken? What infamous bargain
was the villain proposing to Flor
ence? At what shameful price
could she obtain her release?
The cripple stepped back
angrily, shouting in furious ac
cents :
“But don’t you understand
that you are done for? Now that
I have nothing more to fear, now
that you have been silly enough
to come with me and place your
self in niv power, wliat hope have
you left? To move me, perhaps:
is that it? Because I’m burning
with passion, you imagine—-- -?
Oh, you never made a greater mis
take, my pot! I don’t care'a fig
if you do die. Once dead, you
cease to count.
“What else? Perhaps you con
sider that, being crippled, I shall
not have the strength to kill you?
But there’s no question of my
killing you, Florence. Have you
ever known me kill people?
Never! I’m much too big a cow
ard, 1 should be frightened, 1
should shake all over. No, no
Florence, l can’t touch you, and
yet
“Here, look wluit’s going to
happen, see for yourself. 1 tell
you the thing’s managed in my
own style. . . . And, what
ever you do, don’t be afraid. It’s
only a preliminary warning.''
He had moved away and, help
ing himself with his hands, hold
ing on to the branches of a tree,
he climbed up the first layers of
rock that formed the grotto on
the right. Here he knelt down.
There was a small pickaxe lying
beside him. He took it and gave
three blows to the nearest b«np
of stones. They came tumbling
down in front of the grotto.
Don Luis sprung from his bid
ing place with a roar of terror.
He had suddenly realized the po
sition: The grotto, the accumula
tion of boulders, the piles of gran
ite, everything was so placed that
its equilibrium could be shattered
at any moment, and lhat Floreucc
44
ran the risk of being buried under
the rubbish. It was not a ques
tion, therefore, of slaying the
villain, but of saving Florence on
the spot.
lb* was halfway across in two
or three seconds. But, here, in
one of those mental flashes which
are even quicker than the mad
dest rush, he became aware that
the tracks of trampled grass did
not cross the central circus and
that the "scoundrel had gone
round it. Why? That was one
of the questions which instinct,
ever suspicious, puts, but which
reason has not the time to answer.
Don Luis went straight ahead.
And he had no sooner set foot on
the place than the catstrophe oc
cured.
It all happened with incredible
suddenness, as though he had
tried to walk on space and found
himself hurdled into it. The
ground gave way beneath him.
The clods of grass separated, anti
he fell.
He fell down a hole which was
none other than the mouth of a
well four feet wide at most, the
curb of which had been cut down
level with the ground. Only this
was what took place: ns he was
lulling very fast, his impetus
flung him against the opposite
wall in such a way that his fore
arms lay on the outer ledge and
his hands were able to clutch at
the roots of plants.
So great was his strength that
he might just have been able to
drag himself up by his wrists.
But responding to the attack, the
scoundrel had at once hurried to
meet his assailant and was now
standing at ten paces from Don
Luis, threatening him with his
revol ver:
‘‘ 1 )on/t move!” he cried, ‘‘or
I'll smash you!”
Don Luis was thus reduced to
helplessness, at the risk of re
ceiving the enemy’s fire.
Their eyes met for a few sec
onds. The cripple’s w’ere burning
with fever, like the eyes of a sick
man.
Drawling along, watching Don
Luis’s slightest movement, he
came and squatted beside the
wall. The revolver was levelled
in his outstretched hand. - And his
infernal chuckle rang out again:
“Lupin! Lupin! That's done
it! Lupin’s dive! . . .
What a mug you must be! I
warned you, you know, warned
you in blood red ink. Remember
my words: ‘The place of your
death is chosen. The snare is laid.
Hcxvare, Lupin!’ And here you
are! So you’re not in prison?
You warded off that stroke, you
rogue, you! Fortunately, 1 fore
saw events and took my precau
tions. What do you say to it?
What do you think of my little
scheme* I said to myself, ‘All the
police will come rushing at my
heels. Hut there’s only one who’s
capable of catching me, and
that's Lupin. So we’ll show him
the way, we’ll lead him on the
leash all along a little path
sty-aped clean by the victim’s
victim’s hotly.
“ ‘And then a few landmarks,
scattered here and there. First,
the fair damsel's ring, with a
blade of grass twisted round it;
farther on a flower without its
petals; farther on the marks of
five fingers in the ground; next,
the sign of the cross.’ No mis
taking them, was there? Once
you thought me fool enough to
give Florence time to play Hop-'.
!o’-Thumb's game, it was bound to
i lead you straight to the mouth
j of the well, to the clods of turf
| which 1 dabbed across it, last
month, in anticipation of this
wind fall.
“Remember: ‘The snare is
jlaid.’ And a snare after my own
style, Lupin; one of the best! Ob,
11 love getting rid of people with
j their kind assistance. We work
together like friends and part
ners. You’ve caught the notion,
ihaven’t you?
j “I don't do my own job. The
! others do it for me, hanging
them; elves or giving themselves
j careless injections—unless they
I prefer the mouth of a well, as you
seem to do. My poor old chap,
'v.-hat a sticky mess you're in! I
never saw such a face, never, on
: my word! Florence, do look at
the expression on your swain's
mobile features!”
He broke off, seized with a fit
! of laughter that shook his out
j stretched arm, imparted the most
| savage look to his face, and set
j his legs jerking under his body
ilike the legs of a dancing doll.
[ His ep.euiv jvas growing weak
I or before his eyes. Hon Luis’s
{fingers, which had first gripped
i the roots of the grass, were now
vainly clutching the stones of the
wall. And his shoulders were
sinking lower and lower into the
well.
‘‘We’ve done it!” spluttered
villain, in the midst of his convul
siong pf merriment. “Lord, how
good it is to laugh! Especially
when one so seldom does. Yes,
j I'm i wet blanket, I am; a first
{rate man at a funeral! You’ve
; never seen me laugh, Florence,
J have you? But this time it’s real
ly too amusing. Lupin in his hole
and Florence in her grotto; one
dancing a jig above the abyss and
the other at her last gasp under
her mountain. What a sight!
“Come, Lupin, don’t, tire your
self! What’s the use of those
grimaces? You’re not afraid of
eternity, are you? A good man
like you, the Hon Quixote of
modern times! Come, let your
self go. There’s not even any
water in the well to splash about
in. No, it’s just a nice little slide
into infinity. You can’t so much
as hear the sound of a pebble
when you drop it in; and just
now I threw a piece of lighted pa
per down and lost sight of it in
the dark. Brrrr! It sent a cold
shiver down my back!
“Come, be a man. It'll only
take a moment; and you’ve been
through worse than that!
Good, you nearly did it then.
You’re making up your mind to
it. . . I say, Lupin!
. . . Lupin! . . . Aren’t
you going to say good-bye? Not
a smile, not a word of thanks?
Au revoir, Lupin, au revoir—— ”
He ceased. He watched for the
appalling end which he had so
cleverly prepared and of which
all the incidents were following
close on one another in accord
ance with his inflexible will.
It did not take long. The
shoulders had gone down; the
chain; aud then the mouth con
vulsed with the death grin; and
then the yesr drunk with terror;
and then the forehead and the
hair: the whole head, in short,
had disappeared.
The cripple sat gazing wildly,
as though in ecstasy, motionless,
with an expression of fierce de
light, and without a word that
could trouble the silence ami in
terrupt his hatred.
At the edge of the abyss noth
ing remained but the hands, the
obstinate, stubborn, desperate,
heroic hands, the poor, helpless
hands which alone still lived, and
which gradually, retreating to
ward death, yielded and fell back
and let go.
The hands had slipped. For a
moment the fingers held on like
claws. So natural was the effort
which they made that it looked
as if they did not. even yet des
pair, unaided, of resuscitating
and bringing back to the light of
day the corpse already entombed
in the darkness. And then they
in their turn gave way. Aud
then—and then, suddenly, there
was nothing more to be seen and
nothing more to be heard.
The cripple started to his feet,
as though released by a spring,
and yelled with delight:
“Oof! That's done it! Lupin
in the bottomless pit! One more
adventure finished! Oof!”
Turning in Florence’s direction
he once more danced his dance of
death. He raised himself to his
full height and then suddenly
crouched down again, throwing
about his legs like the grotesque,
ragged limbs of a scarecrow. And
he sang and whistled and belched
forth insults and hideous blas
phemies.
Then he came to the yawning
mouth of the well and, standing
some way off, as if still afraid
lo come nearer, he spat into it
three times.
Nor was this enough for his
hatred. There were some broken
pieces of statuary on the ground,
lie took a carved head, rolled it
along the grass, and sent it crash
ing down the well. A little far
ther away was a stack of old,
rusty cannon balls. These also
he rolled to the edge ami pushed
in. Five, ten, fifteen cannon
halls went scooting down, one
after the other, banging against
the walls with a loud and sinister
tioiuo which the echo swelled into
I the angry roar of distant thunder
| “There, take that, Btopin! I'm
isiek of you, you dirty cad! That’s
I for the spokes you put in mv
jwheel, over that damned inherit
|ante! . . . Here, take this
too! . . . And this! . . .
An l this! . . . Here’s a choco
jlatc for you in case you're Tiun
I prry. ... Do you want an
iother? Here you are. old chap!
I catch!”
He staggered, seized with a
sort of giddiness, and had to
squat on his haunches. He was
utterly spcjj,D However, obeying <
“■ lflst convulsion, he still found
I strength to kneel denvn by the
well, and leaning over the dark- i
, ness, lie stammered, breathlessly : '
“Hi! I say! Corpse! Don’t
go knocking at the gate of hell at
ionce! ... The little girl’s
J joining you in t wenty minutes.
Yes, that's it, at four
j o’clock. . . . Yon know I'm
I punctual man and keep my ap
pointments to the minute. .* . .
|She'll be with you at four o’clock
| exactly.
“By the way, I was almost for
getting: the inheritance — you
know, Mornington’s hundred mil
lions—well, that’s mine. Why, of
course! You can’t doubt that I
|took all my precautions! Flor
|ence will explain everything pres
jentl.v. . . v It’s very well
thought out—you'll sec—you’ll
see-”
He could not get out another
word. The last syllables sounded
more like hiccoughs. The sweat
poured from his hair and his fore
head, and he sank to the ground
moaning like a dying man tor
tured by the last, throes of death.
He remained like that for some
minutes, with his head in his
hands, shivering all over his
body. He appeared to be suffer
ing everywhere, in each an
guished muscle, in each sick
nerve. Then under the influence
of a thought that seemed to make
him act unconsciously, one of his
hands crept spasmodically down
his side, and, groping, uttering
hoarse cries of pain, he managed
to take from his pocket and put.
to his lips a phial out of which
he greedily drank two or three
mouthfuls.
He at once revived, as though !
he had swallowed warmth and i
strength. His eyes grew calmer,
his mouth shaped itself into a
horrible smile to Florence and
said:
“Don't flatter yourself, pretty
one; I’m not gone yet, and I’ve
plenty of time to attend to you.
And then, after that, there’ll be
no more worries, no more of that
scheming and fighting that wears
one out. A nice, quiet, unevent
ful life for me! . . . With a
hundred millions one can afford
to take life easy, eh, little girl?
. . . Come on, I’m feeling
much better!”
CHAPTER XX.
Florence’s Secret.
It was time for the second act
of the tragedy. Don Luis Per
enn’s death was to be followed
by that of Florence. Like some
monstrous butcher, the cripple
passed from one to the other witli
no more compassion than if he
were dealing with the oxen in a
! slaughter house.
Still weak in his limbs, he drag
ged himself to where? the girl lay,
took a cigaret from a gunmetal
case, and, with a final touch of
cruelty, said:
“When this cigaret is quite
burnt out, Florence, it will be
your turn. Keep your eyes on it.
It represents the last minutes of
your life reduced to ashes. Keep
your eyes on it, Florence, and
think.
“I want you to understand
this: all the owners of the estate,
and old Langernault in particu
lar, have always considered that
the heap of rocks and stones over
hanging your head was bound to
fall to pieces sooner or later. And
I myself, for years, with untiring
patience, believing in a favorable
opportunity, have amused myself
by making it crumble away still
more, by undermining it with the
rain water, in short, by working
at it in such a way that, upon
my word, 1 can't make out how
the thing keeps standing at all.
Or, rather, I do understand.
“The few. strokes with the
j pickaxe which I gave it just now
■ were merely intended for a warn
ing. Hut I have only to give one
more in the right place, and
knock out a little brick wedged
in between two lumps of stone,
for the whole tiling to tumble to
the ground like a house of eards.
“A little brick, Florence,” he
chuckled, “a tiny little brick
which chance placed there, be
; tween two blocks of stone, and
[has kept in position until now.
j Out comes the brick, down come
the blocks, and there’s your ca
! tastrope!”
i (Continued Next Week.)
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> \ The deepest well in the world, more
• than 7.363 feet, is being drilled for oil
near Clarksburg. W. Va. Its depth—
‘ I rons'derably more than one mile and
ona-third—exceeds the height of Mt.
I Washington (8.293 foot), and of Mt.
' Mitchell <6.711 f-et). tha highest
- j peaks in the caste on United State*.
LOOK AT CHILD’S
! TONSOE IF SICK,
CROSS, FEVERISH
t-~., ——_r —
HURRY, MOTHE&l REMOVE POL
s SONS FROM LITTLE STOMACH,
i LIVER, BOWELS. ^
GIVE CALIFORNIA SYRUP OF FIGS
AT ONCE IF BILIOUS OR
CONSTIPATED.
coated, it is a sure sign that your lit
tle one’s stomach, liver and bowels
needs a gentle, thorough cleansing at
once.
When peevish, cross, listless, pale,
doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat or act natu
rally, or is feverish, stomach sour,
breath bad; has stomaeh-nclie. sore
throat, diarrhoea, full of cold, give a**";
teaspoonful of “California Syrup of '
Figs,” and in a few hours ail the foul,
constipated waste, undigested food
and sour bile gen[ly moves out of the
little bowels without griping, and you
have a well, playful child again.
You needn’t coax sick children to
take this harmless “fruit laxative;”
they love its delicious taste, and it
alwnys makes them feel splendid.
Ask your druggist for a bottle of
“California Syrup of Figs,” which has
directions for babies, children of ail
ages and for grown-ups plainly on the
bottle. Beware of counterfeits sold
here. To he sure you get the genuine,
ask to see that it is made by the “Cali
fornia Fig Syrup Company.” Refuse
any other kind with contempt.—Adv.
Given and Taken.
A strange incident occurred the oili
er day at the railway station of Krem
sier, Austria. A young woman, with
an infant in her arms, asked a soldier
on furlough to bold her child for a few
moments as she* wanted to buy a
ticket. Before tho soldier was aware of
it he held already the little load in his
ai ins. Ho waited patiently for the moth
er’s return, but when the train and all
the persons had long left the station
lie realized that the vanished mother
wanted to rid herself of her child.
When the child started to cry the sol
dier found a slip of paper that read:
“A soldier has given it; a soldier has
taken it.” The soldier took the found
ling to his home and intends to bring
it up.
THE BLUE THAT'S TRUE.
Red Cross Ball Blue gives to clothes
n clear, dazzling white, whiter than
snow, not a greenish yellow tinge like
cheap bottle blue. Buy Red Cross Ball
Blue for next washday. You will be
happily surprised. Large package at
your grocers, 5 cents.—Adv.
- i. i ■- ■ ^ <
Exactly. <
“King George gave a wagonload of I
wine to the Red Cross.” 1
“Now that shows the real spirit.” 1
Money is a minor consideration with
some men and a minus consideration
with others.
Keep ycur liver active, your bowels clean by
taking Dr. Pierce’s Fleasant Pellets aud you’ll
keep healthy, wealthy and wise. Adv.
Even n woman will sit tip and take
notice when money talks.
—————————————
HEALTHTALK
Spanish Influenza or Grip
BY DR. LEE H. SMITH.
An old enemy is with us again, and
whether we tight a German or a germ, we
miist put up a good fight, and not be afraid.
The influenza runs a very brief course
when the patient is careful, and if we keep
the system in good condition and throw
elf the poisons which tend to accumulate
within our bodies, we can escape the dis
cast;. Remember these three C’s—a elean
inoath, a clean skin, and clean bowels.
To carry off poisons from the system and
hoop the bowels loose, daily doses of a
pleasant laxative should be taken. Such
a one is made of May-apple, leaves of aloe,
root of jalap, and called Dr. Pierce’s Pleas
ant Pellets. Hot lemonade should.be used
freely if attacked by a cold, and th" pa
tient should be put to bed after a hot
mustard foot-bath.
To prevent the attack of bronchitis or
pneumonia and to contro the pain,
Anuric tablets should be obtained at the
drug store, and one given every two hours,
with lemonade. The Anuric tablets
were first discovered by Dr. Pierce, and,
as they flush the bladder and cleanse the
kidneys, they carry away much of the poi
sons and the uric acid.
It is important that broths, milk, but
termilk, ice-cream and simple diet be given
regularly to strengthen the system and in
crease the vital resistance. The fever is
diminished by the use of the Anuric tab
lets. but in addition, the forehead, arms
and hands may be bathed with water
(tepid) in which a tablcspoonful of sal
aratus has been dissolved in a quart. After
an attack of grip or pneumonia to
(build up and strengthen the system, obtain
at the drug store a good iron tonic, called
“Trontio" Tablets, or that well known
! herbal tonic, Dr, Pierce’s Golden Mtd'.C*!
Discovery. _ _