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| The Adventures of I ' Kathlyn HAROLD MAC GRATH vj Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Selig Polyscope Co. (Copyright by Harold guOntU SYNOPSIS. Kathlyn Hare, believing her father. Col. Harr, in peril, has summoned her, leaves her home In California to go to him in Allaha, India. Umballa. pretender to the <hrone. has Imprisoned the colonel, named by the late king as his heir. Arriving in Allaha Kathlyn Is Informed by Umballa that her father being dead she is to be uueen, and must marry him She refuses and is Informed by the priests that no woman can rule unmarried. She is given •even days to think It over. She still re fuses. and is told that she must undergo two ordeals with wild beasts. If she sur vives she will be permitted to rule. John iBruce. an American, saves her life. The elephant which carries her from the CHAPTER V—Continued. Outside the palace courtyard stood Rajah, the howd&h securely attached once more. Kathlyn was bidden to uaount. A water bottle and some cakes were placed in the howdah beside her. Then a drunken mahout mounted be hind Rajah's ears. The elephant did not like the feel of the man s legs, and began to sway ominously. Never theless. he permitted the mahout to direct him to one of the city gates, the soldiers trooping alongside. It appeared that there was a much shorter route to Allaha. Time being essential, Bruce had had to make for the frontier blindly, as it were. The regular highway was a moderately de rent road which led a?feng the banks -- , Set Off With a Shuffling Gait. of one of these streams which eventu ■‘ally Join the sacred Jumna. This, of icourse, was also sacred. Many Hindus iwere bathing in the ghats. They rpassed by these and presently came upon a funeral pyra Sometimes one sleeps with one's «ye open, and thus it was with Kath ryn. Out of that funeral pyre her feverish thoughts builded a frightful dream. . . . The drunken mahout slid off Rajah; the soldiers turned aside. Hired fe imale mourners were kneeling about, wailing and beating their breasts, while behind them stood the high caste widow, her face as tragic as Dido's at the pyre of Eneas. Suddenly she threw up her arms high above her bead. ■ “I am suttee!” 1 Suttee! It was against the law of [the British raj. The soldiers began prguing with the widow, but only half heartedly. It was a pious rite, w orthy of the high caste Hindu's wife. Better death on the pyre than a future life like that of a pariah dog. For a will who preferred to live after her husband was gone was a social out cast, permitted not to wed again, to (exist only as a drudge, a menial, the Iscoff snd contempt of all who had iknown her in her days of prosperity. The widow, having drunk from a cup which contained opium, climbed to the ■top of the pyre where her husband lay, swathed in white. She gazed about wildly, and her courage and resolve took wings. She stumbled down. A dow hissing ran about. ' Make the white woman suttee in Iher place!” cried the drunken mahout. The cry was taken up by the specta tors. Kathlyn felt herself dragged (from the elephant, bound, and finally !laid beside the swathed figure. There could be no horror in the wide world iiike It. Smoke began to curl up from the underbrush. It choked and stifled !her. Sparks rose and dropped upon ,her arms and face. And through the smoke and flame came Rajah. He*llfted her with his powerful trunk and ear ned her off, for hours and hours, tack Into the trackless jungle. . . Kathlyn found herself, all at once, sitting against the roots of an aged banyan tree. A few yards away an ape sat on his haunches and eyed her curiously- A little farther off llajah browsed in a clump of weeds, the how dah at a rakish angle, like the cocked hat of. a bully. Kathlyn stared at her hands. There were no burns there. 8he passed a hand over her face; •there was no smart or sting. A dream: she had dreamed it; a fantasy due to ■her light headed state of mind. A dream! She cried and laughed, and the ape gibbered at her uneasily. In reality, Rajah, freed of his un welcome mahout, had legged it down the road without so much as trumpet tog hie farewell, and the soldiers had not been able to stop him. How she managed to get down would always remain a mystery to her. Food and water, food and water; In her present state she must have both or die. Let them send her back to Alla ha; she was beaten; she was without the will to resist further. All she wanted was food and water and sleep, sleep. After that they might do what they pleased with her. I For the first time since the extraor dinary flight from Allaha Kathlyn recollected the "elephant talk which tAhmed had taught her. She rose wear ily and walked toward Rajah, who cocked his ears at the sound of lier-ap proach. She talked to him for a space in monotone. She held out her hands; the dry, raspy trunk curled out to ward them. Rajah was evidently will ing to meet her half way. She or I dered him to kneel. Without even : pausing to think it over Rajah bent his calloused knees, and gratefully Kathlyn crawled back into the how dah. Food and water: these appeared at hand as if by magic. So she ate and drank. If she could hold Rajah to a walk the howdah would last at least till she came to some village. Later, in the moonshine, she espied the ruined portico of a tempie. CHAPTER VI. The Temple of the Lion. In the. blue of night the temple looked as though it had been sculp tured out of mist. Here and there the heavy dews, touched by the moon lances, flung back flames of sapphire, cold and sharp. To Kathlyn the tem ple was of marvelous beauty. She urged Rajah toward the crumbling portico. It was a temple in ruins, like many in Hind. Broken pillars, exquisitely carved, lay about, and some of the tall windows of marble lace were punctur ed, as if the fist of some angry god had beaten through. Under the de cayed portico stood an iron brazier. Near this reposed a cracked stone sarcophagus: an unusual sight in this part of the world. It was without its lid. But one god now brooded here abouts—Silence. Not a sound any where. not even from the near-by trees. She saw a noiseless lizard slide jerkily across a patch of moonshine and dissolve into the purple shadow beyond. wnat was tms temple.' v\ hat gods had been worshiped here. And why was it deserted? She had heard her father tell of the ruined city of Chltor. Plague? . . . Kathlyn shuddered. Sometimes villages, to the last soul in them, were brushed from existence and known no more to man. And this might be one of them. Yet indications of a village were nowhere to be seen. It was merely a temple, perhaps miles from the nearest village, deserted save by prowling wild beasts, the winds, the sunshine, and the moonshine. She looked far and wide for any signs of human habitation. She commanded Rajah to kneel. So held by the enchanting picture wa# Kathlyn. that the elephant’s renewed restlessness (and he had reason, as will be seen) passed unobserved by her. He came to knee, however, and she got out of the howdah. Her legs trembled for a space, for her nerves were in a pitiable condition. Suddenly Rajah's ears went forward, be rose, and his trunk curled angrily. With a whuff he wheeled and shuffled off to ward the jungle out of which he had so recently emerged. “Halt!” cried Kathlyn. What had he heard? What had he seen? “Halt!" But even as she called the tall grass closed in behind the elephant. What water and food she had disappeared with him. She paused by the brazier, catching hold of it for support. She laughed hysterically: It was so funny; It was all so out of joint with real things, with everyday life as she had known it. Weird laughter returned to clock her astonished ears, a sinister echo. And then she laughed at the echo, be ing in the grip of a species of madness. In the purple caverns of the temple she suddenly became conscious of an other presence. A flash as of moon light striking two chrysoberyls took the madness out of her mind. This forsaken temple was the haunt of a leapord or a tiger. sne was lost. inai magnetism which ordlnarly was hers was at its nadir. She hesitated for a second, then climbed into the empty sarcopha gus, crouching low. Strangely enough, as she did so a calm fell upon her; all the terrors of her position dropped away from her as mists from the mountain peaks. She had, however, gotten into the hiding place none too soon. She heard the familiar pad-pad, the whiff-whlfT of a big cat. Immedi ately Into the moonlight came an African lion, as out of place here as Kathlyn herself; his tall slashed, there was a long, black streak from his mane to his tail where the hair had risen. Kathlyn crouched even lower. The lion trotted round the sarcopha gus, sniffing. Presently he lifted his head and roared. The echoes played battledore and shuttlecock with the sound. The lion roared again, this time at the insulting echoes. For a few minutes the noise was deafening. A rumble as of distant thunder, and the storm died away. By and by she peered cautiously. She saw the lion crossing the open space between the temple and the jun gle. She saw him pause, bend his bead, then lope away in the direction taken by Rajah. To Kathlyn it seemed that she had no longer anything to do with the body of Kathlyn Hare. The soul of another had stepped Into this wearied flesh of hers and now directed its physical manifestations, while her own spirit stood gratefully and passively aloof. Nothing could happen now; the world had grown still and calm. The spirit drew the sleeves of the robe snugl^ about her arms and laid Kathlyn’s head upon them and drew her down into a profound slumber. Half a mile to the north of the ruined temple there lay, all unsus pected by Kathlyn, a village—a vil lage belonging solely to the poor, most ly ryots or tillers of the soil. The poor in Asia know but two periods of time, for rarely do they possess such a thing as a watoh or a clock: sunset and sunrise. Perhaps the man of the family may sit awhile at dusk on his . -3S „• r ., . •<- J , • mud doorsill, with his bubbling water pipe (If he has one), and watch the stars slowly swing across the arch. A pinch of very bad tobacco iu slowly consumed; then he enters the hat, flings himself upon his matting (per haps a cotton rug, more likely a “bun dle of woven water reeds), and sleeps. No one wakes him; habit rouses him at dawn. He scrubs his teeth with a fibrous stick. It is a part of his re ligious belief to keep his teeth clean. The East Indian (Hindu of Mohamme dan) has the whitest, soundest teeth in the wdrld If the betelnut is bat tem perately used. Beyond this village lay a ruined city, now inhabited by cobras and siinklng Jackals. Dawn. A few dung fires smoldered. Prom the doorway of one of the mud lyits came a lean man, his naked torso streaked with wet ashes, his matted hair hanging in knots and tangles on his emaciated shoulders. His aspect was exceedingly filthy; he was a holy man. which in this mad country signi fies physical debasement, patience, and fortitude such as would have adorned any other use. A human lamprey, sticking himself always at the thin and meager board of the poor, a vile parasite, but holy! The holy man directed his steps to the narrow, beaten pathway which led to the temple, where, every morning, ' he performed certain rites which the i poor, benighted ryots believed would some day restore the ruined city and the prosperity which attends fat harvests. The holy man had solemn ly declared that it would take no less than ten years to bring about this miracle. And the villagers fell down with their foreheads in the dust. He was a Brahmin; the caste string hung about his neck; he was indeed holy, he who could have dwelt on the fat of the land, in maharajahs' courts. The least that can be said is that he per formed his duties scrupulously. So. then, the red rim of the March sun shouldered up above the rolling jungle as he came into the beaten clay court which fronted the temple. The lion stalked only at night, rarely appearing in the daytime. Once a month he was given a bullock, for he kept tiger and leopard away, and the villagers dwelt in peace. The lion had escaped from Allaha, where the spe cies were kept as an additional sport. Since he had taken up his abode in the temple there had been fewer thefts from the cattle sheds The holy man was about to assume his squatting posture in the center of the court, as usual, when from out of the sarcophagus rose languidly a form, shrouded in white. The form stretched its lovely arms, white as alabaster, and presently the hands rubbed a pair of sleepy eyes. Then the form sat down within the sarco phagus, laid Its arms on the rim and wearily hid its face in them. The watcher was the most dum founded holy man in all India. For the first time in his hypocritical life he found faith in himself, in his puerile rites. He had conjured up yonder spirit, unaided, alone. He rose, turned, and never a holy man ran faster. When he arrived, panting and voiceless, at the village well, where natives were coming and going with water in goatskins and jars and ] copper vessels, he fell upon his face, | rose to his knees, ^nd poured hand- I fuls of dust upon his head. “Ai, ai!” he called. “It is almost done, my children. The first sign has come from the gods. I have brought you in human form the ancient priest ess!” And he really believed he had. "O. my children, my little ones, my kids! I have brought her who will now attend to the sacred fires; for these alone will restore the city as of old, the fat corn, the plenitude of fruit. Since the coming of the lion two rains ago the leopard and the striped one have forsaken their lairs. One bullock a month is better than fire, together with the kids and the children. Ai!” More dust. Naturally the villagers set down their water skins and jars and copper In the Shadow of Danger. vessels and flocked about this excep tional holy man. They wanted to believe him, but for years nothing had happened but the advent of the lion, whence no one exactly knew, though the holy man had not been backward in claiming it was due to his nearness to the god Vishnu. They followed him eagerly to the temple. What they beheld transfixed them. A woman with skin like the petals of the lotus and hair like corn sat in the sacred sarcophagus and braided her hair, gazing the while to ward the bright sun. The intake of many breaths pro duced a sound. Kathlyn turned in stantly toward this sound, for a mo ment expecting the return of the lion. Immediately holy man and villagers threw themselves upon the ground, striking their foreheads against the damp clay. The alien spirit still ruled the substance; Kathlyn eyed them in mild astonishment, not at all alarmed. “Ai!” shrilled the holy man, spring ing to his feet. “Ai! She is our an cient priestess, rising from her tomb of centuries! Ai, al! O, thou unholy children, to doubt my word! Behold! Henceforth she shall share the tem ple with the lion, and later she will give us prosperity, and my name shall ever be in your households.” Having secured a priestess, he wae now determined that he should not lose her. The future was roseate in deed, and when he took his next pil grimage to holy Benares they would bestrew his pathway with lotus flow ers. “Wood to start the sacred fires!” he commanded. The villagers flew to obey h!s or ders. He was indeed a holy man. Not in the memory of the oldest had a miracle such as this happened. Upon their return with wood and embers the holy man built the fire, handing a lighted torch to Kathlyn and signify ing for her to touch the tinder. The spirit in Kathlyn told her that these people meant her no immediate harm, so she stepped out of the sarcophagus and applied the torch. The moment the flames began to crackle the vil lagers pros&ated themselves again, | and the holy man besmeared his bony chest with more ashes. A second holy man appeared upon the scene, wanting in breath. Ills jaw Kathlyn Becpmes the Vestal in the Ruined Temple. dropped and his eyes started to leave their sockets. Knowing his ilk so thoroughly well, he flung himself down before the brazier and beat his forehead upon the ground; not in any chastened spirit, but because be had overslept that morning. This glory might have been his! Ai, ai! Later the two conferred. During the day they should guard the priest ess. because, having taken human form, she might some day tire of this particular temple. At night she would be well guarded by the lion. Several awe-stricken women came forward with bowls of cooked rice and fruits and a new copper drinking ves sel. These they reverently placed at Kathlyn's feet. Gradually the spirit which had com forted Kathlyn withdrew, and at length Kathlyn became keenly alive. It entered her mind clearly that these poor, foolish people really believed her a celestial being, and so long as ; they laid no hand upon her she was : not alarmed. She had recently passed I through too many terrors to be dis turbed by a bit of kindness, even if stirred into being by a religious fanati-! cism. Kathlyn ate. By pairs the villagers departed, and soon none remained save her seif-ap- ; pointed guardians, the two holy men. I Kathlyn felt a desire to explore this wronderful temple. She discovered what must have been the inner shrine. The chamber was filled with idols; here and there a bit of gold leaf, cen turies old, glistened upon the bronze, the clay, the wood. The caste mark on the largest idol’s head was a pol ished ruby, overlooked doubtless dur-, lng the loot. She swept the dust from ! the jewel with the tip of her Anger, I and the dull fire sent a shiver of de light over her. She was etill a woman. ‘ As she wandered farther in her foot touched something and she looked i down. It was a bone; in fact, the floor ; was strewn with bones. She quickly discerned, much to her relief, that; none of these bones were human. This [ was, or had been, the den of tbe lion. j There was an acrid, unpleasant odor, so she hurried back to the brazier. I Vaguely she comprehended that she must keep the fire replenished from time to time in order to pacify the two holy men. At night it would fend off any approach of the lion. Where was Bruce? Would he ever find her? That philosophy whicn she had inherited from her father, that quiet acceptance of the inevitable, was the one thing which carried her through her trials sanely. An ordi nary woman would have died from mere exhaustion. Bruce, indeed! At that very mo ment he was rushing out of Kumar’s presence, wild to be off toward the road to Allaha, since Kathlyn had not been seen upon It. He found where Rajah had veered off into the jungle | again, and followed the trail tireless i 1> But it was to be his misfortune al ways to arrive too late. To Kathlyn the day passed with nothing more than the curiosity of the i natives to disturb her. They brought ! her cotton blankets which she ar ranged in the sarcophagus. There ! were worse beds in the world than ; this; at least it shielded her from the bitter night wind. She ate again at sundown and build ' ed high the sacred fire and tried to plan some manner of escape; for she did not propose to be a deml-goddess | any longer than was necessary. From Pundita she had learned many words and a few phrases in Hindustani, and | she ventured to speak them to the i holy men, who seemed quite delight ed. They could understand her, but she on her part could make little or nothing of their jabbering. Neverthe less, she pretended. Finally the holy men departed, after ! having indicated the sacred tire and | the wood beside It. This tire pleased Kathlyn mightily. While it burned brighly the lion would not prowl in 1 her immediate vicinity. She won dered where this huge cat had come from, .since she knew her natural his tory well enough to know the African lions did not inhabit this part of the globe. Doubtless it had escaped from some private menagerie. The tire, then, giving her confidence, she did not get into the sarcophagus, but wandered about, building in her fancy the temple as it had stood in its prime. The ceilings had been mag nificently carved, no two subjects alike; and the walls were of marble and jasper and porphyry. A magic continent this Asia in its heyday. When her forefathers had been rude barbarians, sailing the north seas or sacrificing in Druidical rites, there had been art and culture here such as has never been surpassed. India, of splendid pageants, or brave warriors and gallant kings! Alas, how the mighty had fallen! About her, penury, mealiness, hypocrisy, uncleanliness, thievery, and unbridled passions. . . . What was that? Her heart missed a heat. That pad-pad; that sniffling noise! She whirled about, knocking over an idol. It came down with a crash and, being of clay, lay in shards at her feet. < Unfortunately it was the holy of holies in this temple.) How she gained the shelter of the sarcophagus she never knew, but gain It she did, and cowered down within. She could hear the beast trotting round and round, sniffling and rumbling in his throat. Then the roaring of the pre ceding night was repeated. The old fellow evidently could not find those other lions who roared back at him so valiantly. Evidently fire had no ter rors, for him. For an hour or more he patroled the portico, and all this time Kathlyn did not stir, hardly dar ing to breathe for fear he might un dertake to peer Into the sarcophagus. Silence. A low roar from the inner shrine told her that for the present she was safe Tomorrow she must fly. whither did not matter. Toward four o’clock she fell Into a doze and was finally awakened by the sound of voices raised in anger. Poor sheep! They had discovered the shattered idol. It did not matter at all tfcat the return of their ancient goddess was to bring back prosperity. She had broken their favorite idol. Damnation would come in a devil’s wind that night. The liolv man who had missed the chance of claiming the miraculous ap pearance of Kathlyn as a work of his own now saw an opportunity to re habilitate himself in the eyes of those who had made his holiness a com fortable existence. With a piece of the idol in tali hand he roused Kath lyn and shook the clay before her face, jabbering violently. Kathlyn un derstood read-tlv enough. She had un wittingly committed a sacrilege. The native.1* gathered about and menaced her. Kathlyn rose, standing in the sarcophagus, and extended her hands for silejice. She was frightened, but it would sjever do to let them see it. What Hindustani she knew would in this case be of no manner of use. But we human beings can, by facial expression anil gesture, make known our message-5 with understandable clearness. From her gestures, then, the holy men gathered that she could recreate the god She pointed toward the sun and counted on her fingers. (TO BE CONTINUED.) A i (O — a NOT GIVEN MEED OF PRAISE Inventors and Promoters of Agencies Which Have Enriched the World Too Frequently Overlooked. History bristles with the names of doughty warriors and rulers, describes at length their struggles and achieve ments, and dismisses the inventors and promoters of the great agencies which' have made modern civilization pos sible, with scanty, if any, mention. The invention of printing has had more influence upon the development of the race than any act pr any ruler that the world has ever known, and more than half of those who read this will not know the1’inventor’s name. The men who invented and devel oped the steam engine did more to lighten human toil and to make pos sible to each of the dwellers upon earth a larger meed of ojmfort and enjoyment than all. the generals who ever pitted men against their fellows. Hunt for their names in the indexes of your histories. Art and literature have been broad highways to fame. The high school scholar can tell you who wrote what and when he w rote it, but ask him who built the first railroad in America and when and where it was. The magnifi cent Albert memorial is covered with the names of authors and painters and sculptors, but Michael Angelo Is there because he was an artist, and Leonar do da Vinci because he was a painter, and not because he was an engineer, —Power. Joys of Companionship. Half the difficulty of fighting any severe battle or accomplishing any hard task vanishes when a man feels that he has comrades at his side ffght ing In the same cause, or that the eyes of those he loves are upon him, and their hearts praying for his vie tory.—C. J. Perry. Advance lit Formosa. People of Formosa want education. The English Presbyterian mission ia founding a high school In Tainan which will cost $60,000. Toward this sum no lesB than $30,000 has been contributed by non-Christian Chinese. ROAD • BUILDING ROADS AS CROP PRODUCERS Government Studies Show How Agri cultural Outlook of Country De pends Upon Its Highways. That an improved road will Increase vastly the productiveness of the area through which it runs has now been satisfactorily demonstrated by studies conducted by the United States depart ment of agriculture in Virginia. Con ditions in Spotsylvania county were in vestigated with particular care, and the results have proved surprising. In 1909 the county voted $100,000 to im prove 40 miles of roads. Two years after the completion of this work the railroad took away in 12 months from Fredericksburg, the county seat, 71, wv LUlia Ul ICUUUIcU illiU IUICBL products hauled over the highways to that town, before the improvement of the roads this total was only 43,000 tons annually; in other words the quantity of the county’s produce had risen more than 45 per cent. Still more interesting, however, is the in crease shown In the quantity of the dairy products. In 1909 these amount ed to 114,815 pounds, in 1911 to 273, 028 pounds, an increase of practically 140 per cent In two years. In the same time shipments of wheat had in creased 59 per cent, tobacco 31 per cent and lumber and other forest prod ucts 48 per cent In addition to this increase in quan tity the cost of hauling each ton of produce was materially reduced In other words the farmers not only pro duce more but produce more cheaply, for the cost of transportation to mar ket is, of course, an important factor in the cost of production. From this point of view it is estimated that the $100,000 spent in improving the roads in Spotsylvania county saved the farm ers of that county $41,000 a year. In the past two years the traffic studies of the federal experts show that approximately an average of 66, 000 tons of outgoing products were hauled over the improved roads in the county, an average distance of eight miles, or a total of 520,0000 “ten miles." Before the roads were im proved it was estimated that the aver age cost of hauling was 20 cents a “ton-mile;" after the improvement this ! A Pike In Eastern Iowa. fell to 12 cents a “ton-mile," or a sav ing of eight cents. A saving of eight cents per mile on 520,000 “ton-miles" is $41,000 a year. The county’s in vestment of $100,000, In other words, returns a dividend of 40 per cent an nually. Because this saving, In cases of this (character, does not take the form of cash put directly into the farmers’ pockets, there is a widespread ten dency to believe that it is fictitious profit, while as a matter of fact it 1b just as well a source of profit as the increase in the price of wheat. In Dinwiddie county, Virginia, for example, where peanuts is one of the staple crops, the average load for two ( mules on a main road was about one thousand pounds before the road was Improved. After its improvement the average load was found to be 2,000 pounds, and the time consumed in hauling the larger load to market was much reduced. In other words, one man with a wagon and two mules could do more than twice as much work with the improved road than with an unimproved road. This is the explanation of the extraordinary rise in the total output of agricul tural products in a county with a good road system. Bad Roads excepted. There is an excuse for everything except bad roads. Roads and the Schools. Improved roads make it possible to consolidate or centralize schools, and to establish graded schools in the ru ral districts. Such schools, centrally located, will accommodate all of the children within a radius of from four to five miles. New Road Machine. In a new road-making machine the asphalt is heated as it is being mixed by flames from the fire box of the boiler, blown iDto the mixipg drum by a powerful blast. Pack Eggs Well. Provide good cases for the eggs, hav ing plenty of dry excelsior packing un der the bottom layer of eggs. Don’t complain if the grocer candles your eggs when buying. 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The west wind howled in the branches, but they heard it not, for they were in the Swiffleworth parlor and plate-glass windows were down. “I admit there is a certain fasci nation about your stickpins,” she said, “but I cannot marry you. There are reasons.” “Name them!” he cried, and it was beautiful to 6ee the way his square Jaw set and his No. 40 chest expanded. “Father hates you." “I’ll ruin his business and bring him to terms.” “Mother despises you.” “I’ll come out for woman suffrage." “You have a terribly shady past.” “We'll surround the house with shade trees.” "And besides, I was married to Jack Billencoo last Wednesday.” For a moment he was quite at a loss for a reply.—Detroit Free Press. Worth the PunishmenL I well remember the time, although years have passed since then, when my brother and two chums caught a pocketful of young field mice and turned them loose in the kitchen. In the meantime I had spread the doorknobs with sticky tar. We ran out aqd closed the door from the outside, leaving my mother and auntie in the room. They were busy and had not noticed us. The boys all got a whipping and 1 had to stay in my room two days on a bread and water diet But the fun we had watching them through the window was worth the punishment.— Chicago Tribune. Pageant That Cost Millions. The most magnificent scene ever witnessed at the cathedral of Notre Dame, in Paris, was the coronation of Napoleon and Josephine. The ex pense of this was 85,000,000 francs. But the water wagon isn’t as popu lar at this season of the year as the gasoline Joy chariot LIGHT BOOZE. Do You Drink It? A minister’s wife had quite a tus sle with coffee and her experience is Interesting. She says: "During the two years of my train ing as a nurse, while on night duty. I became addicted to coffee drinking. Between midnight and four in the morning, when the patients were asleep, there was little to do except make the rounds, and it was quite natural that I should want a hot cup of coffee about that time. I could keep awake better. "After three of four years of cof fee drinking, I became a nervous wreck and thought that I simply could not live without my coffee. All this time I was subject to frequent bilious at tacks, sometimes so severe as to keep me in bed for several days. "After being married, Husband begged me to leave off coffee for he feared that It had already hurt me almost beyond repair, so 1 resolved to make an effort to release myself from the hurtful habit "I began taking Postum, and for a few days felt the languid, tired feel ing from the lack of the coffee drug, but I liked the taste of Postum, and that answered for the breakfast bev erage all right “Finally I began to feel clear r headed and had steadier nerves. Aft er a year’s use of Postum I now ft ! like a new woman—have not had ar y bilious attacks since I left off coT-•>" Name given by Postum Co., Br. Creek, Mich. Read "The Road Wellvllle,’ in pkgs. Postum comes in two forms: Regular Postum—must be w - boiled. 15c and 25c packages. Instant Postum—1? a soluble p> der. A teaspoonful dissolves quick in a cup of hot water, and. with cr- iiu and sugar, makes a delicious bev age Instantly. 30c and 50c tins. The cost per cup of both kinds is about the same. “There’s a Reason" for Postum. *~soid by Grocers.