rut t'. J-.l with nature hy
chewing Fees* a-mint. Wor!.« mildly
but effectively {n smrJI doses. Madera
— cafe — Bd.'rd.'Cc. For the facdly.
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English Chnlk Pit Gives
Up Victims of Tragedy
Wlmi in lfc<- griin secret of tlie III
He knoll os iwiMstahte downs (Knp
In ml? T j bee skeletons huve n;
to the »ire**M fci*n excavated fmn
owe hIkiMow depression. Forty skele
tons wore i<*<uid during rogcurch op
•ration* lejd year, and now exenva
tor<i tmre i wnrllod forty live mms
skeletons. Th y sre believed to In
tlie remutns at /rung men nnd worn
rn of curly >vmi times. One of tt)r
skeletons has « wmind In the temple
sinl others bear kIriis of othei
wounds, w.’iifr- a fe,v have their hand*
tied behind them. Wenpons linn
been found. a«d .ttso n brooch of tie
First con:ary It. (\ The excavator
m«* puzzled ill tlmllng this nneleni
brooch mtutug Macon remains. Many
Hush'** k-u-i? been ndvsnced hIioiii
the skrlKMM of the knoll. It l< sag
gested thnl there wag s whole sal*
nm ns* «r primmer* during
Snvow IHhnl mi-, hiiiI thst men iiih
women were killed and thrown Inti
• chalk pit.
t>« Has Felt It
“Daddjr, wlmt 1b the motlici
tongue?”
“"'HI, mij n<»y, It Is noiiiethlng IU:<
pleMed league, only more vinegary.'*
—Tit-IMtn.
Harold s Mother
Knew Answer
f “Vos, sir, ] am civ
tainly prom! of n.y
little boy,” says Airs.
II. M. Smith, 421 To
peka Avi1., Topolta,
Kansan. ‘‘He’s five
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you can we, and i feel like tie’ll a!
»«)•» be that way as long as 1 can
fiet t'ulifiraia Fig Syrup. I have
iwed 11 anil) him ever mince ho was a
year old. i know wlmt to ;tre liin
for nix colds ami his feverish, up . t
R|*cl.im «rv3s»» Mother used Califor
uia Fie. Syrup with all of us ns dill
dren. i lave used it freely with my
boy and be loves it. U always li\ ",
lilm up, ru'idt."
In MK«y borne*, like this, the third
*n<I fourth generations are using
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be.-atti- it has never failed to do
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quietly and thoroughly purges a
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tite or energy as long as it Is nllowe
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physician ; for 50 years, always honr*
the word “California ”
ss'iK Cowc^hs
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Write Cr*o A Chat:~y
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CALIFORNIA
THS
MASTER MAN
BY
RUBY M AY?.r3
Author of "The ^hentorr Lever." "The G.'t *-’»*! Dior" ets.
“Not even coming hark to
Clayton—with m-1” In? asked
ironically.
Patricia returned hi. gaze
ttp.idily.
That's different she said
“There's somethin, about this
letter that makes me feed as
if i hr, really wanted—as if she
really tares what becoirn * of
! me-"
“I see; and you mean that
I didn’t make yc-u feel like
that ?"
She diil not answer, muT he
turned to the door,
“I may still eoine and see
you sometimes, ! suppose?" he
usked, looking back at her.
“If you care to," said Pa
trieia. -“You have been very
kind; thank you very much—
1 don’t deserve that you should
have heen so kind to me at all,
I know."
lie hesitated a moment, then
be came back and took one of
ner hands in a hard grip.
“If I had asked you to
marry me this evening for the
good, old-fashioned reason," he
>aid. “because I loved you. and
could not be happy without
you, what would your answer
have been?"
She tried lo look away from
him, but hi 4 eyes compelled
her, and her heart was beating
so fast that it seemed to be
ahoking her. Then she forced
herself to smile.
“I don’t think that you’re
the sort of man who would
ever find it impossible to he
happy without any woman,
are you?"
Michael’s face hardened; he
turned away.
“I hope not," he said almost
roughly. “I’ve other things to
do with my life."
CHAPTER IX
Michael went out into the
night feeling angry and
ruffled. Her complexity irri
tated him. He walked away
with angry strides and had just
reached the corner of the road
when a hand was laid on his
arm, and, turning sharply,
Michael looked into Bernard
Chcsney's white face.
“I saw you at Marnio's with
Patricia; 1 followed you
home,” Chesncy explained
hoarsely, llis eves loked their
fury into Michael’s. ‘‘I suppose
you think you’ve been clever
— lying to me and keeping her
to yourself. But you can’t do
it any longer; I’ve found her,
and nothing von can say or do
will keep me away from her.”
Michael shoo! his friend’s
hand away; this encounter was
the last thing he wa: in the
mood meet; he did hot really
care at all that Cluvney had
found Patricia; in his heart In
did not believe that anything
Chcsney could sav or do would
have any weight with her, bur
his own sense of implication
irritated him.
“Do what you like, only
don't come pestering me.” he
sad shortly. “You know where
she is living—go and call by
ail means. The bell doesn't
ring, but if you knock long
enough you’ll be let in, I dare
say*”
And he strode off and dis
nj poured into the darkness.
Chcsney stood looking after
him uncertainly; lie had waited
np ami down for half an hour
for Michael to leave Mrs.
l iinnaean's and he was burn
ing with jealousy.
How !o r bad Michael known
w! >to Petrie in was? And why
did lie allow her to live in such
a n i rl'b.ifboa ], he asked him
s1indignantly.
Y; c bos' was but a poor best
f< r Petri' i s. to his way of
thinking. How dared Mieluvl
allow her to be in sn *!i squalid
surroundings.
He looked at bis watch in the
light of th > stre *t lamp -not
yet half past nine—not too late
to call and see her.
Cl T WINE TRANSPORT TAX
Paris— <UP>—To encourage the
export of wines and to revive the
languishing industry, the council of
ministers has authorized a reduc
tion cf 20 per cent in the transpor
tation tax on French wines France
Is one of the few countries which
has transportation taxes on national
products. ,
Old Gypsy Menace.
Jay E. House, In Philadelphia Public
Ledger.
What we should like to ask Mr
Grover Whalen, who appears to be
greatly perturbed about the com
munists, Is whether he Is gjso afraid
IS
1J.* knock;* I a! Mr;. Khinna
can’s with ;*:i agitate I hand
When at last ill'* door opene I
and Parreh herself stood
: there, h * cou'd find no words,
lint It* w-s *!|i*ek to see til*
eagerrnss <i* from her face
when she reeogniied him. and
to hear t'e I !*b* nntp of <1 ^ap
pointment i:i I or voice as she \
Jin i d :
‘‘I di I not ev*p *t to see you.
Won’t you corn* in?”
Chen y fol'c ved h r iri
sil••n-e. As soon as they were
in tiie sitting room with its
bright file and scent of v’olets.
he eeuglt her hy lietii hands
“Patr'i-i-, it’s too good to lie
trn;*! I've hunted for you every
where. It’s lie purest lurk I
saw you at Mnrnio’s tonight
wit'n l»o!f. I 'o!lowed you home
and wait <1 for him to leave.
Oh, Pa'ri ia. can’t yen sav
that you are just a little glad
to see me?”
She lot her hinds li* pas
sively in his.
“I think yon ar** forgetting
the way in which you at s.vered
my last letter,” she said proud
ly, and the color rush; d to her
face.
“I think everything was sard
between ns then.”
He bent and pressed his lips
to her hands.
“1 love you! I’ve ahvay-.
loved you,” lie stammered- ‘‘1
was mad when I sent that
letter, it was not reid.y I who
sent it I wanted to come to
you—you don’t know what I've
suit' red since, knowing what
you must think of me. Marry
in1, Patricia, and let me take
you away fio.n all -this . . ’’
He looked round the room
with a little shiver of distaste.
“What in Heaven’s name is
Rolf thinking about to let you
stay here for a single day?’’
he demanded passion: telv.
“Doesn’t lie eare at all if you
are unhappy, or I ow you l ave
to live? With all his money,
surely it wou’d tie a little thing
to see that you were comfor
table.”
Patricia looked 10 and her
with a faint smile. Somehow
(luring the last two days this
room had not seemed quite so
bad aad impn-sible; Michael
had been there, and had looked
at home and almost comfort
able in it. She realized he had
been right when he had said
that she might come to many
a worse place.
“1 am no staying here any
way,” sue said after,a moment.
“Tomorrow I n:n geing to iiv -
with so:.i * fri.aids. They nave
offered me a home til! some
thing deiinite can tr* dr« ided
upon. Oil. pleas* don’t loo!: ><>
t tragic! I'm ready not tin
happy.”
“How long has Michael
knov ii yon v, re I ere
“The ds> 1 cam* l.e l'nind
sue -two days ago ”
(’ll sneyfnc * dnrkev.e I.
“He told me he did not 1 no*v
vrlmre you wer *. dint a ii.-. I
suap-se, to keep you ik-om i ••*."
Sb" dal not an-wer. and he
; went on again p- ss ornately.
“1 soil never I t you go
a mi i. Pa vi a. ’vlr a \ i I von
marry m >? \V'*’v* w isf *d ton
nidi line. !’l! nr*’''* vn*» mo
h 'pny, niv qu*:*n—’ ll th * jnsr
shall he for otto • ”
Sh> listen'd rpaih ■ t i ■- * 11*’. A
few weeks -go «’• > w'"*’ I li-n***
j riven her s-ul f v 1 i? ! 'n 1
1 pres nee ami nrot e*i >n. bur
now it areri d to <*on"t as .a
v■"•>* nia’I fli'ho* lie "-as
offor ng her rvewikin-* fo
I wlieh she lull once air.oit
; rs’-ed him.
Site soiled f'intly, slaking
J her head.
“T haven’t any nnr ,v now
■ Rprnr.rd,” a!:;* -aid < nt'v. “I
haven’t anyt’ ing :n all th»
\V0"Id rjreeot k st •' fr\v elot'-es
and a few li tie thii :rt ''h:oh !
hrou'_Tht rwa ' rmn P’ayto*.
of gypclee. Very veil, we will ask
him. There probably are as many
gypsies as communists. There may
be more. Are you afraid of them.
Mr. Whalen?
Time was, we shall add, when
nearly everybody was afraid of gyp
sies They were, of a fact, the old
original menace. The fear of even
mother was that her child wouii
be stolen by them, although what
the gypsies wanted with additional
children was never quite apparent
But, in time, the country got over
its fright. By most people, gypste
began to be rated for what they are
There may be a few people left whr
are scared of them. We dedicate r
,, uli in 1 iu nor toe hiss Rolf
you knew any more— ”
“i lit \ou can be,” lie urged
*n»!»ri . “ We can wip 1 our ail
rlie p.-st. I'll give you »>verv
thi.iyou want. Only marry
or. Patricia, and you ij so n
i’ rget this nightmare, and b**
hapoy "gain.”
S'i. s'.i tok h r head.
••hut 1 don't think I want
to,” s ,c said slowly, as if in
soar.* wonderment at herself.
•*J’as not really unhappy—and
I’ve learned, oh, I’ve learned
lie i a lot of tilings since I lost
tny money.”
"You shall be happier than
you Ye ever been if you’ll be
tny wife,” he u:g d
hut she would give him no
answer, and she suit him away,
unJ'appy and puzzled.
11* had Michael to blame for
the change in Patricia, he was
sur , and he hated Michael for
it.
Michael cared for her him
-eli' in a fever ot jealousy he
mi ;!.ed off to Michael's rooms.
II'.- stormed up and down and
accused him of having taken
Patricia from him.
“You've always pretended
to despise her,” he raved.
“You said she was selfish and
worthless, and yet you thought |
it worth while, to take her |
away from me, and keep me j
from ever seeing her again.” |
He stopped and looked at i
Michael with furious eyes. “Is
that what it is? lie demanded,
chokingly. “Are you going to
marry her yourself?”
Michael turned in liis chair !
r.nd looked up at his friend
with a frwn.
“1 most certainly am not!”
he said emphatically. “My i
dear chap, if you don’t believe
me, ask Patricia vourself. j
She’ll tell you.”
Chesney answered stormily
that he did not believe any
body. He considered that he
had been treated abominably;
made a complete fool of.
Michael yawned.
“Oh, shut up!” he said,
irritably. “Don’t come here
and treat me to all these
heroics. You know where she
is; you’ve seen uer, and you
can see her every day of your
life for the next forty years for
all i care.”
Chesney looked at him with
sulky suspicion.
*■ “I don’t believe you. You
always were deep- I believe you
always have cared for her, and
that you’re saying all this be
cause she won’t look at you.”
Michael took up a paper.
“Co on! You won’t annoy
me if you talk till you’re black
in the face,” he said, imper
Ui'ha lily.
Coesnev paced the rom.
“Very well, then,” he said,
suddenly. “If what you say is
true, will you undertake not
f> go near her again? Not to
k ■-> her nt all?’"
Michael read on steadily.
“She’s going to stay with
s nue people at Ivensingron,”
Ch vsi’ey went on eagerly. 1
“She’s given me their address,
a-'d tool mol may go to see
- "i* there. Well, will you keep
out. of the way—give me a
•■'■urnce. She used to like me—1
know she did—”
It was all very boyish ami
rather pathetic, lmt Michael
only conseioue of a sense 1
: of dV-ust.
“1 won't go m-ar her—unless
s' e sends for me,” he said, 1
j e-imlv. “And as that's ox
i vuv-Iy unlikely we toed sav
1 n i aim'.”
You’ll give your word on
I * • n * >
| if
“Yes, if you think it’s worth
1 a!' v I li i a ’ ’
Chesney took his departure,
and Michael sent the paper
sp'nn'ng across the room.
It was all a storm in a tea
•'up Patricia did not want a
bev like Chesney hanging
round.
Put the next day teamed an
I otornitv. and the next a dift
| time. Michael could settle to
1 nothing. Tie felt all the time as
if lie were waiting for some- j
thing to happen—something
that would alter the whole
’•other weary aimlessness of his
"x’stenee.
Twenty tirr-'s lie almost
xnvv lines to a search for them, be
ginning with Mr. Whalen.
—-» ♦ - —
Unfair Means.
Prom Pages Gaies, Yverdon.
"Another new hat! How do you
‘nduce your husband to pay for
hem?”
“Quite simple. I go to see him
f. the office wearing the old thing
made myself.”
——-♦ ■- -—
FORTUNE GRABBER JAII.ED
Varna. Bulgaria—(UP)—In an ef
ort to obtain possession of an in
'.eritance left by a distant relative
o a girl whom he had betrayed
tnd driven into % suicide's grave
broKe fiis word to I'he-n^v in<'
%
went to Kensington
It* Patricia wanted him shf
eoulu sand, was his argument
and as she had not sent, pre
sumably she did not want him
Hut he went round to Mrs
Flannagan’s to assure himsell
that she was no longer there
Mrs. Flaimagan grieved tr
say that she had lost hei
lodger; such a nicp lady anc
all! She called upon the saint.
to witness I hat she had done
her part to make the pretty
lamb as comfortable as if sh»
had been her own child.
Michael said he was sure she
had, and gave her a sovereign
Three days later a letter came
from Patricia.
Tt was written from hoi
mother’s, and seemed a little
depressed, he thought, as he
eagerly read its contents.
,11 began “Dear Mr. Uolf,” and
in it she told hint that she was
quite comfortably settled and
that he need no longer worry
about her.
“1 wish I had thought about
coming here sooner, nobody
could be kinder to he than Mrs
Smith is. She could not do more
for me if she were my own
mother.”
Michael smiled as he read the
words.
Already he was vaguely
jealous of Mis. Smith, lie could
have found it in his heart to
wish that she was out making
Potricia quite so comfortable
Patricia added: “I give von
my address in case you might
want it.—Your sincerely, Pa
tricia Rolf.”
Michael wrote a reply at
once. He said he was glad that
she was happy and that he had
heard Chesney had been to see
her- He himself was very busy
and more out of devilment than
because it was the truth, he
added that he was going to
dine at the Shackles the fol
lowing night.
He had had no intention ol
going though he had been
asked, but the evening hung sc
intolarably long upon his
hands and everything seemed
better than his own company,
so at the last moment he de
cided that he would go. The
Shackles gave him a royal re
ception. Efiie was looking her
best, and did her utmost to
arouse him. She asked after Pa
tricia with every appearance of
affection and hoped that obey
would soon meet again.
Michael thought it extremely
unlikely, but did not say so
The whole evening bored him
lie kept thinking of Patricia
and tlie little eozy room at
Kensington and wondering why
he had been such a senseless
fool as to agree to stay away
merely because Chesney had
asked him to do so.
He left the Shackles early
and went back 1o his rooms and
there he found a telegram
awaiting him that had beer,
there some hours.
It had been sent off from
Kensington and was signed by
Patricia’s mother.
“Can you come at once?
I rerent.”
Something had happened tr
Patricia. The thought tore at
Ids heart as he raced off in a
taxicab.
Something was terribly the
matter. He cursed himself fot
not having gone to see her be
Tore. Now it was too late—lie
might never, see her again.
Mrs. Smith herself ad
mitted him. She looked whit
and worried.
‘‘You will never firgive me
T don't know how to explain
But inv daughter—niv youngei
daughter told Patricia qui*e by
accident that you were paving
me to have her. It was the
merest slip. I had impressed
upon her to be so careful. You
will never forgive me.” She
burst into tears.
‘‘And Patricia t” Michael
asked hoarsely.
She thrust a paper into his
hand; a paper bearing a
scribbled message in Patricia-'
writing.
“I have given up my lodg
ings.-’ was written on it. That
was all: but Patricia had gone
(TO B* OONTlWEm
a civil engineer of this city named
Wodenitscharoff bribed a priest tc
issue to him a marriage certificate '
bearing a date earlier than that or
which the girl had died. Word o)
his deed came to the ears of the
police and he is now in jail.
-—-—
Along the headwaters of the
Orinoco river in Venezuela, a race
of Indians live whose religious be
liefs make them fear to fish or eat
th» flesh of any animal. They be
lieve human souls are present in
the animals and fish.
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Diamond Dyes owe their superiori
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M-grtCst Quality for SO Yicrs
To Look Into Properties
of Odd Jungle Plants
I’iun!-t that kill, .plants that in
dre Strang:* dreams, and one that
; am!y:-. -s ti hi hot docs not make
I hem unfit for food, have been brought
’o Warlihigimi by scientists unde*
Doctor Killi)> of tin* Smithsonian in
j-titutinn, who have Just returned
from the headwaters of the Amazon
anil the n.mmiains of Peru.
Nearly i’.0.000 plan*:; from the Ama
zonian jungles in.(I Peruvian moun
tain lops were collected; thousands
of them have never been Identified.
One of these is the Avaiuiasce vine,
or t’aapi, front which Indian medi
cine men obtain a drug that produces
violent nervous reactions and is
swallowed to evoke prophetic visions.
Other plants in the collection yield
harbasco, a milky poison which,
poured into a river, paralyzes nil the
fish In a considerable area and en
ables the Indians to catch them
easily.—London Tit-Bits.
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Followed by Cough
Cedar Falls, Iowa
— 1 had the tlu and
did not get along
well afterwards, at
tiis least provocation
I would catch a cold
and it would settle in
ray bronchial tubes
• setting up an irrita
tion followed by a
severe cough. Every
winter I would have
these spells and
would have to give up my work for a
time, but since I have taken Dr. Pierce’s
Golden Medical Discovery I have not
had any of these spells. It has so
strengthened my bronchials and built
me up in health that I go all through
the winter without having any attacks
of colds or coughs.”—A. Wagner, 515
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Martin, age three, was having his
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‘•.Now, George had hotter stay
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freckles,” Martin warned.
Wisdom in the Home
"Do you believe all your husband
tells you?" "Anyhow, I don’t question
too much of it.’’
Words of wisdom are few, but there
are many echoes.
1 “About ten years ago I got
9 so weak and rundown that 1
felt miserable ail over. One day
my hue oar. I said, ‘Why don’t
you take Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound?’ When
I had taken two bottles I felt
better so I kept on. My little
daughter was born when I had
been married twelve years.
Even my doctor ss d, ‘It’s
wonderful stutf.’ ^ou may
publish this letter for I want
all the world to know how this
medicine has helped me.”—
Mrs. Horten 'ones, so3 48th
Street, Union City, N. J.
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