The Adventures of
Kathlyn
HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture
Production of the Scllg Polyscope Co.
SYNOPSIS.
Kathlyn Hare, believing her father, Col.
Hare, in peril, has summoned her, leaves
per home in California to go to him in
JlUaha, India. Umbaila. pretender to the
ifijtone. has imprisoned the colonel, named
fertile late king as his heir. Arriving in
IQmha Kathlyn is informed by Umbaila
£"*t her father being dead she is to be
and must marry him. She refuses
Jtnd Is Informed by the priests that no
woman can rule unmarried. She is given
peven 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
Bruoe, an American, saves her life. The 1
blephant which carries her from the .
scene of her trials runs away, separating 1
y£r frum Bruce and the rest of the party.
She takes refuge in a ruined temple.
CHAPTER VI—Continued.
, The premier holy man. satisfied that
understod Kathlyn’s gestures,
turned to the justly angered villagers
ted explained that with his aid their
priestess would, in five suns, recreate
Vishnu in all his beauty. Instantly the
villagers prostrated themselves.
"Poor things!" murmured Kathlyn.
The holy men sent the natives away,
for it was not meet that they should
Witness magic in the making. They
then squatted in the clay court and
Curiously waited for her to begin.
There was a well in the inner shrine.
iTo this she went with caution. The
tion was evidently foraging in the jun
gle. Kathlyn filled the copper vessel
With water and returned. Next, she
gathered up what pieces of the idol
fehe could find and pieced them to
gether. Here wae her model. She
then approached one of the fakirs and
Signified that she had need of his
knife. He demurred at first, hut at
length consented to part with it. She
bug up a square piece of clay. In fine,
bhe felt more like the Kathlyn of old
than she had since completing the
leopard in her outdoor studio. It oc
cupied her thoughts, at least part of
'them, for she realized that mayhap
her life depended upon her skill in
reproducing the hideous idol.
As the two old hypocrites saw the
clay take form and shape and the
tnocking face gradually appear, they
^ere assured that Kathlyn was In
deed the ancient priestess; and deep
flown in their souls they experienced
Something of the awe they had often
Inspired in the poor, trusting ryot.
: Kathlyn had talent bordering on
genius. The idol was an exact replica
pf the originl one; more, there was a
bubtle beauty now where before there
bad been a frank repulsiveness. It
featisfied the holy men, and the un
Velling was greeted by the villagers
with such joy that Kathlyn forgave
jfchem and could have wept over them.
She had made a god for them, and
they fell down and worshiped it
Five more days passed. On the af
ternoon of the fifth day Kathlyn was
feeding the fire. The holy jben sat in
the court at their devotions. Kathlyn
turned from the fire to see them rise
hnd flee in terror. She in turn fled,
£r the lion stood between her and the
rcophagus! The lion paused, lash
ing his tail. The many recent commo
tions within and without the temple
|iad finally roused his ire. He hesi
tated between the holy men and Kath
lyn. and finally concluded that she tn
Sie fluttering robes would be the most
esirable. .
: There was no particular hurry; be
kidi-s, he was not hungry. The cat in
him wanted to play. He loped after
Kathlyn easily. At any time he chose
h few swift bounds would bring him
to her side.
Beyond the temple lay the same
stream by which, miles away, Kathlyn
had seen the funeral pyre and about
which she had had so weird a fantasy.
Ilf this stream was deep there was a
(chance for life.
CHAPTER VII.
"Truce Water.”
When Kathlyn came to the river
Bhe swerved toward the broadest
(part of it. Twice she stumbled over
boulders, but rose pluckily and,
[bruised and breathless, plunged into
the water. It was swift running and
[shoulder deep, and she was forced to
iswim strongly to gain the opposite
/shore. She dragged herself up to the
hank and, once there, looked back.
What she saw rather astonished her.
ishe could not solve the riddle at first,
i The lion seemed to be struggling
•with some invisible opponent. He
Wood knee deep in the sands, tugging
land pulling. He began to roar. Even
(as Kathlyn gazed she saw his chest
touch the sand and his swelling flanks
'sink lower Fascinated, Bhe could not
withdraw her gaze. How his mighty
shoulders heaved and pulled! But
down, down, lower and lower, till
(nothing but tbe great maned head re
mained in view. Then that was drawn
'down; tbe sand filled tbe animal's
(mouth and stopped his roaring; low
|er. lower. . . .
’ Quicksands! The spot where he
(bad disappeared stirred and glistened
^nd shuddered, and then the eternal
lankness of sand.
* She was not. then, to die? Should
,Bhe return to the temple? Would
(they not demand of her the restora
tion of the lion? She must go on,
(whither she knew not. She regret
ited the peace of the temple in the
'daytime. She could see the dome from
'where she stood. Like Ishmael, she
must go on, forever and forever on.
/Was God watching over her? Was
(it hiB hand which stayed the on
jslaught of the beast and defeated the
baser schemes of man? Was there
'to be a haven at the end? She smiled
wanly. What more was to beset her
path she knew not, nor cared just
;then, since there was to be a haven
at the end.
Perhaps prescience brought to her
(mind's eye a picture: she saw her
father, and Bruce, and Winnie, and
hex vA uetheart, and they seemed to
iopjTight by Harold MacUraUU
be toasting her from the end of a
long table, under the blue California
sky. This vision renewed her strength.
She proceeded onward.
She must have followed the river
at least a mile when she spied a raft
moored to a clump of trees. Here
she saw a way of saving her weary
limbs many a rugged mile. She ford
ed the stream, freed the raft and poled
out into the middle of the stream.
It happened that the Mohammedan
hunters who owned the raft were at
this moment swinging along toward
the temple. On the shoulders of two
rested a pole from which dangled the
lifeless body of a newly killed leopard.
They were bringing it in as a gift to
the headman of the village, who was
a thoroughgoing Mohammedan, and
who held in contempt Hinduism and
all its amazing ramifications.
The white priestess was indeed a
puzzle; for, while the handful of Mo
hammedans in the village were fanat
ical in their belief in the true prophet
and his Koran, and put little faith in
miracles and still less in Imly men
who performed them, the advent of
the white priestess deeply mystified
them. There was no getting around
this: she was there; with their own
eyes they saw her. There might be
something in Hinduism after all.
When the hunters arrived at the
portico of the temple they found two
greatly terrified holy men, shrilling
their “Ai! Ai!” in lamentation and
beating their foreheads against the
earth.
“Holy men, what is wrong?” asked
one of the hunters, respectfully.
"The lion has killed our priestess;
the sacred fires must die again! AI!
Ai!”
“Where is the lion?”
“They fled toward the river, and
there he has doubtless destroyed her.
for in evil Siva, represented by the
lion, is more powerful than Vishnu, re
incarnated in our priestess. Ai! Al!
She is dead and we are undone!”
“Come,” said the chief huntsman.
"Let us run to the river and see what
these queer gods are doing. Weil
present the skin of Siva to our mas
ter!" He laughed.
The leopard carriers deposited their
burden and all started off at a dog
trot. They had always been eager re
garding this lion. In the temple he
was inviolable; but at large, that was
a different matter.
Arriving at the river brink, they
saw the footprints of the lion on the
wet sand which ran down to the *va
ter. To leap from this spot to the
water was not possible for any beast
of the jungle. Yet the lion had van
ished completely, as though he had
been given wings. They stood about
in awe till one of the older hunters
knelt, reached out, and dug his hand
into the innocent looking sand. In
stantly he leaped to his feet and
jumped back.
“The sucking sand!” he cried. "To
the raft!"
They skirted the dangerous quick
sands and dashed along the banks to
discover that their raft was gone.
Viehnu. then, as reincarnated, required
solid transportation, after the man
ner of human beings? They became
angry. A raft was a raft, substantial,
A Trace of the Fugitive.
necessary; and there was no reason
why a god who had ten thousand tem
ples for his own should stoop to rob
a poor man of his wherewithal to
travel In safety.
“The mugger!” exclaimed one, "let
the high priestess beware of the mug
ger, for he is strong enough to tip
over the raft!”
Nearly every village which lies
close to a stream has its family croco
dile. He Is very sacred and thrives
comfortably upon suicides and the
dead which are often cast into the
river to be purified. The Hindus are
a suicidal race; the reverse of the oc
cidental conception, suicide is a quick
and glorious route to heaven.
The current of the stream carried
Kathlyn along at a fair pace; all she
had to do was to pole away from the
numerous sand bars and such boul
ders as lifted their rugged heads above
the water. 1
Round a bend the river widened and
grew correspondingly sluggish. She
sounded with her pole. Something
hideous beyond words arose—a fat
aged, crafty crocodile. His corrugated
snout was thrust quickly over the
edge of the raft. She struck at him
wildly with the pole, and In a fury he
rushed the raft, upsetting Kathlyn.
The crocodile sank and for a mo
ment lost sight of ; Kathlyn, who
waded frantically to the bank, up,
which ahe scrambled. She turned In I
time to see the crocodile’s tearful
eyes staring up at her from the wa
ter’s edge. He presently slid back
into his slimy bed; a few yellow bub
bles, and he was gone.
Kathlyn’s heart became suddenly
and unaccountably swollen with rage;
she became primordial; she wanted
to hurt, maim, kill. Childishly she
stooped and picked up heavy stones
which she hurled into the water. The
instinct to live flamed so strongly in
her that the crust of civilization fell
away like mist before the sun, and
for a long time the pure savage (which
lies dormant in us all) ruled her. She
would live, live, live; she would live
to forget this oriental inferno through
which she was passing.
She ran toward the jungle, all un
conscious of the stone she still held
in her hand. She lost all sense of
time and compass; and so ran in a
half circle, coming out at the river
again.
The Indian twilight was rising in
the east when she found herself again
look'ng out upon the water, the stone
still clutched tightly. She gazed at
the river, then at the stone, and again
at the river. The stone dropped with
a thud at her feet. The savage in
her had not abated in the least; only
he;- body was terribly worn and wear
ied and the robe, muddied and torn,
enveloped her like a veil of ice. Above
her the lonely yellow sky; below her
the 6ickly river; all about her silence
which held a thousand menaces.
Which way should she go? Where
could she possibly And shelter for the
night?
The chill roused her finally and she
swung her arms to renew the circula
tion. Near by she saw a tree, in the
crotch of which reposed a platform,
and upon this platform sat a shrine.
A few withered flowers hung about
the gross neck of the idol, and with
ered flowers lay scattered at the base
of the tree. There was also a bundle
of dry rushes which some devotee had
forgotten. At least, yonder platform
would afford safety through the night.
So, with the last bit of strength at her
command, she gathered up the rushes
and climbed to the platform, arrang
ing her bed behind the idol. She cov
ered her shoulders with the rushes
and drew her knees up to her chin.
She had forgotten her father, Bruce,
the happy days in a far country; she
had but a single thought, to sleep.
What the want of sleep could not per
form exhaustion could, and presently
she lay still.
Thus, she neither saw nor heard the
pious pilgrims who were on their way
to Allaha to pray in that temple
known to offer protection against
wild beasts. Fortunately, they did not
observe her.
The pilgrim is always a pilgrim in
India; it becomes, one might say, a
fascinating kind of sport. To most
of them, short pilgrimages are as tame
as rabbits would be to the hunter of
lions They will walk from Bombay
to Benares, from Madras to Lhassa,
begging and bragging all the way.
Eventually they become semi-holy,
distinguished citizens in a clutter of
mud huts.
They deposited some corn and fruit
at the foot of the tree and departed,
leaving Kathlyn in peace. But later,
when the moon poured its white, cold
radiance over her face it awakened
her, and it took her some time to
realize where she was.
Below, belly deep in the river,
stood several water buffaloes, their
sweeping horns glistening like old
ivory in the moonshine. Presently a
leopard stole down to the brink and
lapped the water greedily, from time
to time throwing a hasty, apprehen
sive glance over his sleek shoulders.
The buffaloes never stirred; where
they were it was safe. Across the
river a bulky shadow moved in the
light, and a fat, brown bear took his
tithe of the water. The leopard
snarled and slunk off. The bear
washed his face, possibly sticky with
purloined wild honey, and betook
himself back to his lair.
Kathlyn suddenly became aware of
the fact that she was a spectator of a
scene such as few human beings are
permitted to see; truce water where
the wild beasts do not kill each other.
She grew so interested that she forgot
her own plight. The tree stood only a
few feet from the water, so she saw
everything distinctly.
Later, when his majesty the tiger
made his appearance dramatically, the
buffalo simply moved closer together,
presenting a formidable frontage of
horns.
I
in ever naa Kathlyn seen such an
enormous beast. From his great pad
ded paws to his sloping shoulders he
stood easily four feet in height, and
hit. stripes were almost as broad as
her hand. He drank, doubtless, eying
the buffalo speculatively; some other
time. Then he, too, sat on his haunches
and washed his face, but with in
finite gracefulness. It occurred to
the watcher that, familiar as she was
with the habits of wild beasts, never
had shegwltneseed a tiger or a lion
enact this domestic scene. Either they
were always pacing their cages, gaz
ing far over the heads of those who
watched them, or they slept. Even
when they finished a meal of raw ‘
meat they merely licked their chops;
there was no toilet.
Here, however, was an elaborate
toilet. The great cat licked his paws,
drew them across his face; then
licked his beautiful sides, purring; for
the night was so still and the beast
was so near that she could see him
quite plainly. He stretched himself,
took another drink, and trotted off to
the jungle.
Then came a herd of elephants, for
each Bpecies seemed to have an ap
pointed time. The buffalo emerged
and filed away into the dark. The ele
phants plunged into the water, squeal
ing, making sport, squirting water
over their backs and rolling, head un
der; and they buffeted one another
amiably, and there was a baby who
seemed to get in everybody’s way and
the grownups treated him shabbily.
By and by they, too, trooped off. Then
came wild pigs, and furtive antelope,
and foolish, chattering apes.
At last the truce water became de
serted and Kathlyn Icy down again,
only to be surprised by a huge ape
who stuck his head up over the edge
of the platform. The surprise was
mutual. Kathlyn pushed the idol to
ward him. The splash of it in the wa
ter scared off the unwelcome guest,
and then Kathlyn lay down and slept.
A day or so later Bruce arrived at
the temple. Day after day he had
hung to the trail, picking it up here
and losing it there. He found Rajah,
the elephant, the howdah gone, and
only the ornamental headpiece dis
covered to Bruce that he had found
his rogue. Rajah was docile enough;
he had been domesticated so long that
his freedom rather irked him.
Bruce elicited from the mourning
holy men the amazing adventure in
all it3 details. Kathlyn had disap- i
peared in the jungle and not even the
tried hunters could find her. She was
lost. Bruce, though in his heart of
hearts he believed her dead, took up
She Had But a Single Thought, to
Sleep.
the trail again. But many weary
weeks were to pass ere he learned
that she lived.
He shook his fist toward Allaha. "O.
Durga Ram, one of these fine days
you and I shall square accounts!”
Kathlyn had just completed for her
self a dress of grass. Three years be
fore she had learned the trick from
the natives of Hawaii. The many
days of hardship had made her thin- :
ner, but never had she been so hardy. :
so clear-eyed, so quick and lithe in her ,
actions. She had lived precariously,
stealing her food at dusk from the |
fields of the ryots; sugar cane, raw |
vegetables, plantains, mangoes. Some
times she recited verses she remem- ,
bered in order that she might break j
the oppressive silence which always
surrounded her.
She kept carefully out of the way of :
all human beings, so she had lost all
hope of succor from the brown peo
ple. who had becomd so hateful to her !
as the scavengers of the jungle. There '
was something to admire in the tiger, i
the leopard, the wild elephant; but i
she placed all natives (perhaps !
wrongly) in a class with the unclean ;
jackals and hyenas.
Tanned deeply by wind and sun, I
Kathlyn was darker than many a na
tive woman. Often she thought of
Bruce, but hope of his finding her had :
long since died within her. Every
night when she climbed to her plat
form she vowed she would start south ,
the next morning; south, toward the
land where there were white people;
but each morning found her hesitant.
Behind her tree there was a clear
ing, then a jumble of thickly growing
trees; beyond those was another
clearing, upon which .stood a deserted j
elephant stockade. The grass had
grown rank in it for want of use. She :
w'as in the act of putting on grass san- j
dais when she saw, to her dismay, the
approach of men and elephants. Two
elephants were ridden by mahouts
Two other elephants were being jos
tled toward the stockade, evidently
new captives. They proceeded pas
sively, however, for elephants submit
to captivity with less real trouble than
any other wild beast Kathlyn
crouched low in the grass and waited
till men and elephants entered the
stockade; then she ran quickly to
■ward her haven, the platform in the
tree. She never went very far from
this, save in search of food. She had
also recovered the idol and set it back
in its place. It was not, fortunately,
a much frequented spot. It was for
the benefit of the occasional pilgrim,
the ryots having shrines more con
veniently situated.
She nestled down among her rushes
and waited. She could not see the
stockade from where she now was.
but she could hear shouts from the
mahouts.
Recently' she had discovered a
leopard’s lair near the stockade and
was very careful to avoid it, much as
she wanted ,to seize the pretty cubs
and run away with them. By this time
she knew the habits, fears, and ha
treds of these people cf the jungle,
and she scrupulously attended to he.r
affairs as they attended to theirs.
Sometimes the great striped tiger
prowled about the base of the tree,
sharpened his claws on the bark, but
he never attempted to ascend to the
platform. Perhaps he realized the
uselessness of investigation! since
the platform made, it impossible for
him to see what was up there. But al
ways now, to and from the truce wa
ter, he paused, looked up, circled the
tree, and went away mystified.
Only the grass eating beasts came
down to water that night, and Kath
lyn understood by this that the men
and the elephants were still in the
stockade.
The following morning she went
down to the stream to bathe; at the
same time the parent leopards came
for drink. They had not cared to seek
their lair during the night on account
of the fires; and, worrying over their
cubs, they were not in the most agree
able mood.
Kathlyn saw their approach in
time to reach her platform. They
snarled about the tree, and the male
climbed up as far as the platform.
Kathlyn reached over with a stout
club and clouted the brute on his ten
der nose.
A shot broke the silence and a bul
let spat angrily against the tree trunk.
Two cats fled. Immediately there came
a squealing and trumpeting from the
stockade.
This Is what had happened: The
chief mahout had discovered the cubs
and had taken them into the stockade
just as another hunter had espied the
parent leopards. The rifle shot had
frightened one of the wild elephants.
With a mighty plunge he had broken
the chain which held him prisoner to
the decoy elephant and pushed
through the rotteu stockade, heading
straight for the river.
Kathlyn saw his bulk as it crashed
straight through the brush. It shuf
fled directly toward her tree. The
ground about was of clay, merging
into sand as it sloped toward the river.
The frantic runaway slipped, crushed
against the tree trunk, recovered him
self, and went splashing into the wa
ter.
Kathlyn was flung headlong and
only the water saved her from severe
bodily harm. When she recovered her
senses she was surrounded by a group
of very much astonished Mohamme
dans.
They jabbered and gesticulated to
one another and she was conducted to
the stockade. She understood but two
words—"Ailaha” and “slave."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)*
UNIQUE SHIPMENT OF BIBLES
Books Destined for Instruction of the
Heathen Are Most Carefully
Sent Forth.
The Bible house at New York city
has recently made a shipment of 1,000
Bibles on a voyage of 15,000' miles.
Poison was worked into the covers of
the books to hinder the operations of
destroying insects. The Bibles were
soldered up in tin boxes containing ten
each for protection against waves and
weather. The tin boxes were repacked
in pairs in heavy wooden crates de
signed to withstand the hard knocks
incident to many reloadings and to
long journeys under varying condi
tions. These Bibles, being a part of
the eighth edition printe^ in the lan
guage of the Gilbert islands, are to ar
rive ultimately at Ocean Island, a
small speck in the Pacific 5.000 miles
southwest of San Francisco, lying al
most under the equator. Ocean Is
land is only a mile and a half in dia
meter, but it is visited by many steam
era on account of its rich deposits of
phosphate. Hence its choice as a dis
tributing center for Bibles in the is
lands of the Gilbert group. Mr. Rich
ard Grenfell of Australia, acting for
the American board, will send or car
ry these books on adventurous voy
ages of 200 miles or more to the mis
sion stations scattered through the is
lands.
Invisible Aeroplane.
A G.erman engineer has invented for
military use an aeroplane that is vir
tually invisible. According to the En
gineer, the wings of this novel aero
plane are made, not of the usual cloth
fabric or other visible material, but of
a transparent celluloid that is said to
be quite fireproof. These transparent
wings have two advantages: The aero
plane can hardly be seen at all when
half a .mile In the air, and the aviator
has an unobstructed view in every di
rection. The motor of the new aero
plane is fitted with a silencer, so that
the machine is not only invisible, but
virtually noiseless.
LOT OF THE POOR IMPROVED
Consideration Will Show That the
World Has Been Steadily Advanc
ing During the Century.
Heaven knows we have not. been un
selfish. We have been hard enough
and grinding enough and buried deep
enough in plans for money and for
comfort, but the sense that the poor
are with us has never quite gone from
our minds. We have trimmed the
’ lamp of charity and kept it burning
Little by little, the flame has grown
brighter and clearer until, iii this cen
tury we have passed, we have begun
*■0 see how it may light the world.
Tlere in America we have made educa
I Uon free to all. We have given homes '
fo 30,000,000 people. In countless ways
we have alleviated suffering and ex
tended opportunity. There is a cen
tury's work for you! And now we are
creating parks and playgrounds, and
Revolutionizing the living conditions of
:he poor in cities, banishing disease,
•organizing from the moneys of the
rich, huge unselfish companies to aid
in the emancipation of the poor, and
we are gradually introducing into busi
ness life the honest principle of divid
ing profits with the workers. To the
trite platitude that the world was
never advancing so fast in material
prosperity as it does today, it may
truthfully be added that the vast in
crement in life’s satisfaction goes, In
the main, not to the rich, not to the
middle class, but to the poor.—From
the Atlantic.
> i
Belts Cause Appendicits?
Doctor Mayo of Rochester, Mian.,
points out the interesting fact that
within the last five years operations
for appendicitis have increased over
300 per cent, and he says that this
alarming condition is due to the prac
tise of wearing belts instead of sus
penders.
Bad Luck.
Bad luck is one of the things that
come to those who sit down and wait.
FINE FRUIT IS PINEAPPLE
Healthful, Delicious, and Not Ex
pensive, It Is Deserving of Much
Wider Recognition.
For pineapple mousse, make a sirup
with one cupful of sugar and quarter
of a cupful of water; add gradually
the yolks of four eggs, stiffly beaten,
beating all the while. Cook in a
double boiler until the custard begins
to thicken, then strain and cool, stir
ring occasionally. Put two cupfuls
of shredded pineapple through a sieve
and add to the custard; lastly, fold
in two cupfuls of cream, 3tiffly
whipped. Pack in ice and salt, and
let stand several hours to harden.
Another dessert for hot weather is
pineapple charlotte: Dissolve a
tablespoonful of powdered gelatin in
two cupfuls of boiling water; add the
juice of a lemon, a large orange, two
tablespooufuis of sugar and a little
grated rind of the orange. Stir over
the fire until the sugar is well dis
solved. Strain over a cupful of shred
ded pineapple; pour the mixture into
a dish which has been lined with
ladyfingers, and set in the refrigera
tor to harden. Serve with whipped
cream.
Pineapple cream also calls for gela
tin and is a dessert specially good in
hot weather. To make this, dissolve
two teaspoonfuls of powdered gelatin
in a cupful of boiling water. Add a
cupful of sugar, two cupfuls of cooked
shredded pineapple, and two table
spoonfuls each of chopped candied
orange, lemon peel and cherries.
Whip two cupfuls of cream until stiff
and fold into the pineapple mixture;
pour into a mold, and put in the re
frigerator to harden. Serve with
whipped cream and decorate with can
died cherries and pieces of pineapple.
CONCERNING CHANGE IN DIET
Meat Eater Must Go Somewhat Slow
When He Becomes Convert to
Vegetarianism.
Many people are deciding to join
the ranks of the vegetarians, for a
time at least, but this should be done
with the greatest care and, thought.
It will be a step taken with extreme
danger unless the food values are
considered, and those who cannot
give time to study them had better
keep to the fieshpots, even if in a
limited way.
The meat eater cannot take up the
new diet at will, as the blood has to
be kept to a certain heat, and this
can only be done by foods with
which the constitution is already fa
miliar.
With regard to flour, the mainstay
of the home, it should not be wasted
on cakes and the like, but kept care
fully for bread, which is as necessary
as life itself. The housewife should
not be selfish in the borne in using
this valuable commodity recklessly,
and the maker of cakes, which also
require large quantities of sugar and
butter, at the present time is commit
ting a criminal act, even though it is
one that only her own conscience can
punish.
The principal meal in the day should
be the dinner, of course, and the
housewife who takes off a course or
two is doing an act of self-denial
Which is of inestimable value to her
country.—Exchange.
Veal With Mushroom Sauce.
Broil the steaks slow ly over a clear
fire, turning often so'that they will
not scorch. When done keep the
meat hot on a platter in the oven
while you make the following sauce:
Drain the liquor from a can of mush
rooms and cut the mushrooms in
halves. Cook together a tablespoonful
of butter and one of browned flour
until they are dark brown in color.
Pour upon them the mushroom liquor
and a cupful of beef stock. Stir to a
smooth sauce, salt aad pepper and
add the halved mushrooms. Cook for
two minutes, stirring constantly, then
pour over and around the veal steaks.
Corn Meal Cutlets.
The recipe for this good meat sub
stitute comes from the Battle Creek
sanitarium.
Turn the corn meal mush into
bread tins previously wet with cold
water. Slice when cold. Beat one
or two eggs slightly, add one table
spoonful of water or milk to each egg,
also one-eighth teaspoonful of salt.
Dip the sliced mush Into the bread
crumbs, then into the egg mixture
and back into the bread crumbs again.
Place in a buttered pan and bake in
a quick oven until a rich brown.
Serve with butter or maple sirup.
Walnut Cream Cake.
For the layers use any regulation
sake recipe. The following is very
good and easily made by beginners:
One cupful sugar, one-half cupful
butter, three eggs (whites and yolks
separately beaten), one and one-half
cupfuls flour, ose and one-half tea
spoonfuls baking powder, one-half cup
ful milk, vanilla flavoring. Bake in
three layers.
Corn Salad.
One dozen ears of green corn, two
large cucumbers, one large grcsen pep
per, half teaspoonful salt, fc.alf tea
spoonful flour, small head cabbage,
one large red pepper, three pints vine
gar, half teaspoonful mustard, one tea
spoonful tumeric.
Shave corn from cobs, cut cabbage,
cucumbers and poppers rather coarse
and simmer all together until tender.
Serve on lettuce leaves, cold.
Quince Pie.
Peel, slice and stew six quinces un
til soft Press through a sieve, add to
them one pint of milk and four well
beaten eggs and sweeten to taste.
Bake in a bottom crust three-fourths
of an hour In a moderate oven.
Banbury Tarts.
One cupful chopped raisins, juice of
one lemon, one cup sugar, one cracker
rolled fine, one egg. Mix thoroughly
and use as filling for tiny turnovers
Fine for children’s lunch boxes.
Elderberry Wine.
One quart elderberry juice, two
quarts water, then add one pound
sugar to every pint of the mixture and
let it work. We made ten gallons two
fears ago and it was delicious.
What a Cold Can Do
Many a fatal case of kidney disease starts
front a simple cold or chill. Congestion cl .1
and weakens the kidneys. Uric poisons 01 -
damage the kidneys and cause backache, rheu
matic pain, headaches and urinary disorders
When doctoring a cold, think of the kidr.cn.
Drink water freely to help flush ont the poison.
Take Doan's Kidney Pills to relieve conges
tion of the kidneys, give np a heavy meat do t
and take plenty of rest. Nature will assist in
the cure. Doan’s Kidney Pills are used with
success and are publicly recommended all over
the civilized world.
A Nebraska Case
J. F. Brewer. 3334
Boyd St., Omaha,
Neb., says: “Three
or four years my
back pained me In
tensely. After work
I was all tired out
and my loins ached
intensely. My kid
neys became Irregu
lar in action and
were inflamed. When 4
I read about Doan's*
Kidney Pills I used
some and two boxes
cured me. I have
had practically no
trouble since.”
i mtnri
» fteiurtTel*
L‘"‘
Get Doan't at Any Store. SOc e Box
DOAN’S VfAV
FOSTER-MILBURN CO., BUFFALO. N. Y.
A woman's idea of a bore is simply
a man who never flatters her.
If you can extract 50 per cent of
real joy from the enjoyments you plan
you are lucky
Red Cross Ball Blue makes the laun lrvsx
happy, makes clothes whiter than snow.
All good grocers. Adv.
Proper Forethought.
"Good marnin", Mrs lloriarr.y It #
well yer lookin’. And how's thor
delicate son av yours now?"
"It’s wurruking in a delicaiess-a
store, he is."
"Aha! Must be foine to have spe
cial stores jist for sickly byes to wur
ruk In, hey?"
DISFIGURED WITH ERUPTION
/ _
2406 Copeland St., Cincinnati, Ohio.
—"For one year my right wrist ^nd
left arm from elbow to shoulder re
disfigured with sore eruption. TU e
zema broke out with a rash and Kk ked
like raw beef steak. It itched and
burned continually and I had to k ep
my arms covered with soft linen
cloths. I could not sleep at night
"I was told it was chronic ca of
eczema and got medicine but it had
no effect. Then I sent for a sample of
Cuticura Soap and Ointment and ih-=>
first application seemed to help me
I purchased twro cakes of Cuticura
Soap and a box of Cuticura Ointment
and in six weeks my arms and v ri--»
were thoroughly healed.” (Signed
Mrs. John Clark, Jan. 26, T4.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment soid
throughout the world. Sample of each
free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card “Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston."—Adv.
War and Football.
Yale's Bowl, the "fell cirque or
stadium in which the great football
battle with Harvard will be played
this fall, will be the objective of 22
trainloads from New York alone or.
the day of the game. The whole
structure will seat 61,000 people. aim
It is announced that “every seat in
the Bowl is a good seat”—that Is. It
has an unobstructed view of the play
ing field. Despite Cleveland H Dot!., s
protest against holding these “aunu .'
mimic battles” during wartime, the
Yale Alumni Weekly says they should
go on. If the contest In Europe has
any direct reaction on American cu,
lege football It would seem to lie in
the direction of eliminating the bru’u
factors of the game.
Road Mirrors in India.
The success of highway mirrors at
dangerous turns and junctions of
streets and roads where there is con
siderable traffic in England, has led to
their adoption in India. At Bomba:
the largest mirror so far erected for
this purpose has been put Into use It
is ten feet by five feet in size The
use of the mirrors on English roads
has demonstrated their value in pr*
venting accidents and collisions on
blind approaches and highway Inter
sections. The usual size of the nut
rors now In use is between two and
ane-half and eight feet long by about
three feet wide.—Popular Electricity
Sure. 9
"Absence makes the heart grow
fonder,” observed the old fogy.
"So do presents." added the grouch
Breakfasts
of “Other Days”
ran something like this:
Ham, bacon or sausage;
fried potatoes; doughnuts and
coffee — prepared by over
worked mothers.
Today’s and
" Tomorrow’s
Breakfasts
run about like this:
Post
Toasties
— with cream or Iruits: a
poached egg or two; crisp
toast; and a cup of Postum —
a royal starter for any day.
Quick, easy to serve, ap
petizing, and —
“Mother" has it easier!
—sold by Grocers.
