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Jinks—That’s commendable— Blinks—No, hardly; you see, I use the time It takes it think tip meaner things to say than I could if I spoke right out.—Cincinnati Enquirer. OLD FOLKS SAY DR. CALDWELL WAS RIGHT The basis of treating sickness has not changed since Dr. Caldwell left Medical Cbllege in 1S75, nor since be placed on the market tba laxative prescription he had used in his practice. He treated constipation, biliousness, headaches, mental depression, indigestion, sour stomach and other indispositions entirely by means of simple vegetable laxfttiies, "hertie and roots. These are still the basis of Dr. Caldwell’# Syrup Pepsin, a combination of senna and other mild herbs, with pepsin. The simpler the remedy for constipa tion, tbo safer for the child *ud for you. And as you can get results in a mild and safe" way by using Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Popsiti, why take chances with ■irobg drugs? A liottlo will last several months, and all can u#» it. It is pleasant to ths taste, gentle in action, and fr«o from narcotic*. KlJerly pe<*f>l>> Had ideal. All drug stnrca have the generous bottles, or write “Syrup Pepsin,” Dent BB, Mont.cello, Illinois, for frt* trial bottle. Slleitllll <•»% l»uj lain I All Win tor long I IlHt.lt — IIuUU-W^I Hwitlr^ .■»!«<«• HaniUiii fr »*• • Fhm w rt,. gaged In tha manufacture of fu; goods. other than felt hau. has in creased from 1.300 In 1314 to 2.000 In 1923. while the numbrr of work ers has advanced fmm 9 000 to IT. 000. ani the wholesale vslue of their 18 trance. The leader fluttered an official looking paper and Jimmy frowned, lie had seen such papers often, and inevit ably, when their coming was unexpected, they had spelled trouble. “It is my painful duty to inform you, Monsieur Brandon, that you are my prisoner and under arrest!” Jimmy gasped, stunned for a moment. “WhatT Say that again!” Obligingly, as though ac customed to the process in which not even the grace of humor remained to him, the man repeated the formula. The guard starpd with all the avid curiosity of his kind, and then watched interestedly as Jim my, inhaling deeply and keep ing a check on his nerves, took the document which was hand ed him, and ran over it briefly. It was true enough. Al though he had spent some time as a correspondent in Moscow, he was not wpII acquainted with the eccentricities of Rus sian spelling. He could read enough, however, to grasp the purport of the officially sealed statement. He was under arrest, charged with being a spy! Also, he dis covered, he was suspected of having written material derog atory to the soviet government —material which it was ex pected that he, as a newspaper man, would publish on his re turn to the United States.” “There s some mistake here,” he said quietly. “I’m the man you describe, all right -—but this thing is all wrong. Why, see here, I have friends in every commissariat in Mos cow—ail over Russia, in fact, except this town. You’ll have to give me the chance to ex plain.” “You shall be given every opportunity, monsieur,” the leader protested. “Every op portunity. This, however, is an order, as you will see. Be lieve me, I am desolate—” “Desolate? You won’t know what desolate means until you’re sitting where I am this minute!” Jimmy exploded. Then he groaned, as the train gave its warning whistle and the guard climbed the coach steps. “You will please step into the station, monsieur,” sug gested the leader firmly. “You are to be examined at once.” Jimmy felt a panicky feeling inside him. This was a desper ate moment, and even with all his resource, he saw no escape. The young leader was cour teous enough, but he was de termined. Jimmy looked about hii-i helplessly. The soldiers drew nearer, tentatively; there was something in their atti tude which suggested that they would be pleased at an order to drag him to the station. The guard coughed. Jimmy | held his calm with a deep ef fort. He must not lose his dig nity for a moment; that would be fatal. The train whistled again. There was no one—no one to help—and to stop here meant disaster. ^ et there was , no alternative. Without tnis train, l:c would miss the air plane in the morning to Ko nigslterg, and the trip would be lost! CT1APTKR XVI You will step into the sta tion, monsieur—at once.” .1 iminv looked up. There was nothing to he gained by J waiting for the guards to drag hint along—nothing except a complete loss of his dignity. Hi* shrugged, and then bright ened with a sudden thought. There was Rogers! Rogers could at least identify him; the man couldn’t refuse that. Possibly the identification might change the man's ntti aggrrtate product has Increased from $44,000,000 to I2i4.000.000. Although the Mi '.vUppi valley I* rated u the largest tur produc ing area In the world and supplies a large proportion ot ttie annual $79 0O0.000 catch, which U double that of <"*anad« it U n*cw«sry to Impart same iUiWIOM worth ot fu ml ,» b;i; 4 in p up) *‘"i r'n trorn Alaska to meet the demand Imports corn# from all aectiona ol the world, only su countries supply mg more ;aau $ > OOo.'Juu worth year 1 If An expart buatnaaa uiso has been tude; it might persuade him to send on one or two men to Moscow, at least, where Jimmy knew he could be exonerated of any charges in a moment. Breaking from the group, he rau forward toward his rival’s compartment. The train was beginning to move. He scarce ly noticed the three soldiers who ran at his heels with their rifles at port, nor that another of the squad had taken his bag. Austin Rogers was lying back indolently and smiling out of his opened window. His dark eyes were ironically gay as they fell on the soldiers. Jimmy halted and rapidly ex plained his predicament, edg ing sidewise as the train jerked ahead. “You’ll identify me, of course!” he demanded. “They’re taking me for a spy, you see. You can tell ’em who I am!” The engine was puffing nervously, the wheels turning. Rogers shook his head slowly and a little smile played about his lips. “Damned inconvenient, isn’t it?” he drawled. “But T can’t see what I can do about it, Brandon. How the deuce am I to know whether you’re a spy or not?” Jimmy stepped back, his eves narrowed, his face froz en. Even before Rogers had spoken, with the man’s ironical smile, he had known what to expect. Everything seemed whirling madly about him. The train got under way slowly— agonizingly slow! He turned with desperation to the leader, who had come up. “Can’t you send a man with me to Moscow—or come your self?” he demanded. “I won’t be able to get away, and I can be identified there!” The young soldier was sorry, extremely sorry. ‘‘It would be quite impossible, Monsieur Brandon. But if they can iden tify you at Moscow, it will only mean a slight delay here. Your belongings must be ,searched comprenez? The Commissar’s orders were definite. You must be brought to him at once— then, if he says so, you may communicate with Moscow.” Jimmy groaned aloud with sheer helplessness. A slight de lay ! ITe watched the coaches pull past him as the train got un der way—a long succession of them, veiled in a mist. There was a last glimpse of Roger’s face, and his slow ironic smile. Jimmy’s eves flashed. Could it have been he—? But what matter? lie had lost. He stood there helpless, in a dull silence. It was useless to plead further with his captor —too late now. Suddenly his head jerked up. The cloud which fogged his vision cleared away just as the last coach came opposite him. Just for an instant—the most fleeting instant, he caught sight of a white, troubled face at a compart ment window: a white face with red. familiarly curved lips—a single glimpse as fleet ing and as fragilelv elusive as the haunting perfume of black narcissus and the slim figure he remembered on the Harbin platform. That was all. The train was gone; he could see only the hack of the last coach, its door and tail lights making of it a grinning image of irony. Then lie was alone, and he stood on the platform with only the waiting soldiers. The young leader stood at j Ins shoulder. “You will eome with me. Monsieur Brandon. My men have your hag.” Jimmy nodded lifelessly, j For the moment, he was stunned by the extent of his misfortune. Later—even he I knew it. hack in his mind, he i would recover and rearrange his plans. In some way. he would get out of this, if it were humanly possible. For the present, there was nothing to be done; lie had lost every thing. developed, with the United King- . dom. Canada. Oermany and Franc#) I the beat customers Exporta last year were valued at $31,000,000. Musk i at. opossum. skunk and raccoon are the «"i**tandlng com mercial fun product tn this cotin try, but numerous other pelta enter the trad< in small volume. Tata! production, which varies little from year to year. Is 13.000.000 muskrat pelts. 8 000 000 skunk and 800.000 to 1.000 000 raccoon. Marked development in fur farm ing ‘n this country tn recent years, tha survey adds, has resulted In There was a dilapidated mo tor waiting outside the station. ' Few people were about, to stare at the curious company which emerged and entered it. Jimmy had a hazy recollection of a few porcine yokels hang ing near by, a stretch of cob blestone pavements, and an empty, dreary street that was entirely without interest. Viat ka seemed as careless of life as he did at that moment. All but two of the soldiers were sent on foot. The re mainder occupied the automo bile with himself and the lead er. Jimmy summoned a grim smile when he glanced at the worn condition of the car. “Hardly befitting such an ac complished criminal,” he told himself. “Pardon?” murmured the soldier in charge, leaning for ward politely. Jimmy looked up, frowning. For a moment, he studied the good looking, deferential face. Then he shook his head and a grim smile came to his lips. “I was just thinking,” he rep’ied. “I didn’t think it pos sible to hate one person as much as I do you.” “Really?” The man smiled as though his captive had com plimented him hugely. “Really,” Jimmy agreed. “You’ve a great career ahead of you. mon ami. You couldn’t have been more courteous to me if it had been I who killed the Tsar. I imagine murder ers in this country must have town houses pla-xl at their disposal, to ju