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The Adventures of Kathlyn » HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Selig Polyscope Co. (Copyright by Harold HacGrath) SYNOPSIS. ! Kathlyn Hare, believing her father. Cot. [Hare, in peril, has summoned her, leaves (her home In California to go to him in [Allaha. India. Umballa, pretender to the [throne, 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 Eueen, and must marry him. She refuses nd is Informed by the priests that no 'Oman can rule unmarried. She is given [seven 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 jliruce, an American, saves her life. The [elephant which carries her from the [scene of her trials runs away, separating [her from Bruce and the rest of the party. (She takes refuge in a ruined temple, but [this haven is the abode of a lion and she ps forced to flee from it. She finds a re treat in the jungle only to fall into the ihands of slave traders. Kathlyn is •brought to the public mart in Allaha and Isold to Umballa, who, finding her still un isubmissive. throws her into the dungeon with her father. She Is rescued by Bruce land his friends. Colonel Hare also is [rescued. Umballa, with soldiers, starts ■n pursuit Kathlyn Is struck by a bul gft The fugitives are given shelter in the *>alace of Bala Khan. CHAPTER XI—Continued. » Lowly and quickly fc’undita transla ted for Kathlyn so that she might miss jfcone of the conversation. ‘The Colonel Sahib looks worn." “I am." “Now. in my travels 1 have been to Bombay, and there I dressed like you white people. I have the complete dress. Perhaps the Colonel Sahib (would be pleased to see If he can wear jit? And also the use of my barber?” “Bala Khan,” cried the colonel, “you tare a prince indeed! It will tonic me [like medicine. Thanks, thanks!” , “It is well.” , , “You have a wonderful elephant out [there in the compound," said Bruce, [who had remained a silent listener to (all that had gone before. "Ah! That is a curiosity. He is wor shiped by Hindus and reverenced by imy own people. I am his official cus todian. There is a saying among the [people that ill will befall me should I [lose, sell or permit him to be stolen.” “And many have offered to buy?” [inquired the colonel. “Many." When the colonel appeared at sup jper, simple but substantial, he was a [new man. He stood up straight, Eough his back still smarted from the sh. Kathlyn was delighted at the lange. i After the meal was over and coffee jwaa drunk, the khan conducted his guests to his armory, (jf which he was very proud. Guns of all descriptions weed the walls. Some of them Bruce would have liked to own, to decorate the walls of his own armory, thou sands of miles away. The colonel whispered a forgotten prayer as, later, he laid down his weary aching limbs upon the rope bed. Almost Immediately he sank into slum ber as deep arid silent as the sea. Kathlyn and Bruce, however, went ■up to the hanging gardens and re mained there till nine, marveling over the beauty of the night. The Pathan city lay under their gaze, with a like ness to one of those magic cities one j They Set Out at Once. reads about in the chronicles of Sin- I bad the Sailor. But they spoke no word of love. When alone with this remarkable young woman, Bruce found ! himself invariably tongue-tied. At the same hour, less than fifty miles away, Umballa stood before the opening of his elaborate tent, erected at sundown by the river’s brink, and ■cowled at the moon. He saw no beauty in the translucent sky, in the ■livery paleness of the world below. He wanted revenge, and the word hissed in his brain as a viper hisses to the dark of its cave. Dung fires twinkled and soldiers lounged about them, smoking and gos siping. They had been given an earn est against their long delinquent wages, and they were in a happy frame of mind. Their dead comrades were dead and mourning was for widows; for them would be the pleasures of swift reprisals The fugitives had gone to ward the desert, and in that bleak ■tretch of treeless land it would not be difficult to find them, once they started to pursuit. Midnight. In the compound the moonlight lay upon everything; upon the fat sides and back of the sacred white ele phant, upon the three low caste keep ers, now free of the vigilant eye of thoir Brahmin chief. The gates were ;barred and closed; all inside the house lot Bala Khan were asleep. Far away je sentry dozed on his rifle, on the iwall. The three keepers whispered and chuckled among themselves. “Who will know?” Bald one. r“The moon will net speak,” said an % .... '• *» men let us go ana smo&e. The three approached the elephant A bit of gymnastics and one of them was boosted to the back of the ele phant, to whom this episode was more or less familiar. Another followed; the third was pulled up, and from the elephant's back they made the top of the wall and disappeared down Into the street. Here they paused cautious ly, for two guards always patroled the front of the compound during the night. Presntly the three truants stole away toward the bazaars, which,in this desert town occupied but a single street Down they went Into a cellar way and the guru's curse stalked be side them. For opium is the hand maiden of all curses. Perhaps twenty minutes later slight sounds came from the front of the compound wall. A rifle barrel clat tered upon the cobbles. Then, over the wall, near the elephant, a head ap peared, then a body. This was repeat ed four times, and four light-footed nomads of the desert lowered them selves into the compound. They ran quickly to the gate and noiselessly un barred it. Outside were five more des ert nomads, gathered about the insen sible bodies of the sentries. These nine men were the dancers who had entered the town in advance of Kathlyn. For weeks they had lain in wait for this moment. They had spied upon the three low caste keepers and upon learning of their nocturnal junkets into the opium den had cast the die this night. With the utmost caution they ap proached the sacred elephant, took off his chains and led him from the com pound. Immediately six of the maraud ers trotted far ahead toward the gate they knew to be the least guarded. The sacred elephant, passing through the streets, attended by three men, aroused no suspicions in any strag gler who saw. So remote was the wall city, so seemingly Impregnable, and so little Interfered with that it was only human that its guardians should eventually grow careless. When the keepers, staggering under the fumes of the drug, returned near daybreak, first to find the gate open, second to find their sacred charge gone, they fled in terror; for it would be death, lingering and painful, for them to stay and explain how and why they had left their post. The wild and lawless Brigands knew exactly what they were about There were several agents of European and American circuses after this white ele phant; and as it could not be pur chased there was BO reason why It could not be stolen. When the Brahmin arrived at sun rise to find his vocation gone he set up a wailing which awakened the household. The khac was furious and ordered a general search. He vowed death to the foul hands which had done this sacrilege! Kathlyn and the others were genu inely sorry when the khan announced what had taken place. Said he: “Come, you are all skilled hunters. Find me my elephant and these guns and newer and surer ones shall protect you from Durga Ram, should he take it info his head to come this way.” The colonel, Bruce and Ramabai set out at once. After they had gone a camel rider entered the compound and sought an audience with Bala Khan. Kathlyn and Pundit* were in the com pound at the time and the former was greatly Interested ih the saddle bags, attached to one of which was a binocu lar case. Kathlyn could not resist the inclination to open this case. It con tained an exceptionally fine pair of glasses, such as were used In that day in the British army. No doubt they were a part of some loot. Suddenly an idea came to her. She asked permission (through Pundlta) to ride the camel outside the town. After some argument the servant In charge consented. Upon a knoll outside the city—a hillock of sand three or four hundred feet in height—Kathlyn tried the glasses. From this promontory she had range of something like fifteen to twenty miles. Back and forth her gaze roved and suddenly paused. CHAPTER XII. Captured by Brlganda. When Kathlyn returned to the com pound It was with the news that she had discovered a group of men, some twelve or fifteen miles to the west. They had paused at what appeared to be a well, and with them was the sa cred white elephant. Bala Khan was for giving orders at once to set out with his racing camels to catch and crucify every mother's son of them on the city walls. But Ramabal Inter posed. As I came toward the compound I was given a message. The man who gave it to me was gone before I could Set a good look at his face. These men who stole the sacred white ele phant are brave and desperate. At the first sign of pursuit they promise to kill the elephant.” “And by the beard of the prophet,” cried Bala Khan, his face purpling with passion, “these men of the desert keep their promises. And so do I. I promise later to nail each one of them to the walls to die hanging to nails!” ‘But just now,” said Ramabal quiet ly, the main thing la to rescue the elephant, and I have a plan.” "I^t me hear it.” "Prom what you told me laat night," went on Ramabal, "those nomads or brigands are opium fiends.” Bala Khan nodded. “Bruce Sahib here and I will under take to carry them doctored opium. 1 know something about the drug. I to lieve that we saw the thieves last eve ning as we came Utrough the etreete. My plan la this: we will take five rac ing camels, go north and turn, making the well from the west. That will not look like pursuit." "But five camels?” Bala Khan was curious. "Yes. In order to allay the suspi cions of the brigands, Kathlyn Memsa hib and my wife must accompany us.” The rolonel objected, but Kathlyn overruled his objections. "But, Kit, they will recognize us. They will not have forgotten me. They will know that we have come from the town, despite the fact that to all ap pearances we come from the west.” Bruce also shook his head. “It doesn't look good, Ramabai. Why not we three men?” "They would be suspicious at once. They would reason, if they saw Kath lyn Memsahlb and my wife with us that we were harmless. Will you trust me?” "Anywhere,” said the colonel. “But they will simply make us prisoners along with the elephant." “Ah, but the Colonel Sahib forgets the opium.” Ramabai laid his hand upon the colonel's arm. “Let them make prisoners of us. The very first thing they will do will be to search the saddle bags. They will find the opium. In a quarter of an hour they will be as dead and we can return.” “It is a good plan," said Eala Khan, when the conversation was fully trans lated to him. “And once the elephant is back in the compound I’ll send a dozen men back for the rogues. Ah! they will play with me; they will steal into my town, overcome my guards, take the apple of my eye! Ramabai, thou are a friend indeed. Haste and Allah fend for thee! Umballa may ar rive with an army, but he shall not enter my gates.” Guided by a servant, Bruce and Ra mabai set off for the opium den. The proprietor understood exactly what they desired. There were times when men entered his place who were in need of a long sleep, having money tucked away in their fantastic cum merbunds. So, mounted upon five swift camels, the party started off on a wide circle. Whether they caught the brigands at the well or on the way to their moun tain homes was of no great importance. Ramabai was quite certain that the result would be the same. The colonel grumbled a good deal. Suppose the rascals did not smoke; what then?” “They will smoke,” declared Rama bai, confidently. “The old rascal of whom we bought the opium has enter tained them more than once. They are too poor to own pipes. Have pa tience, Colonel Sahib. A good deal de pends upon the success of our adven ture this morning. If I know anything about Umballa, he will shortly be on the march. Dala Khan has given his word.” Had it not been for liberal use of opium the night before, the brigands would not have tarried so long at the well; but they were terribly thirsty, a bit nerve-shattered and craved for the drug. The chief alone had fully recovered. He cursed and raved at his men, kicked and beat them. What! After all these weeks of waiting, to let sleep stand between them and thou sands of rupees? Dogs! PigB! Did they not recollect that Bala Khan had a way of nailing thieves outside the walls or nts cuy: w en, ne for one would not wait He would mount the sacred elephant and head toward the caves in the hills. Let them who would decorate the walls of Bala Khan. The threat of Bala Khan put life into the eight followers, and they were getting ready to move on when one of them discovered a small cara van approaching from the west Camels? Ha! Here was a chance of leaving Bala Khan’s city far in the rear. And there would be loot besides. Those helmets were never worn by any save white men. The chief scowled under his shading palm. Women! O, this was going to be something worth while. When the caravan came within hail ing distance the chief of the brigands stepped forward menacingly. The new arrivals were informed they were prisoners, and were bidden to dis mount at once. “But we are on the way to the city of Bala Khan," remonstrated Rama* bai. “Which you left this morning!” Jeered the chief. “Dismount!" “But I am selling opium there!" “Opium!” “Where is It? Give it to us!” cried one of the brigands. The chief thought quickly. If bis men would smoke they should suffer the penalty of being left at the well to await the arrival of the tender Bala Khan. The white elephant was worth 10,000 rupees. He might not be obliged to share these bags of silver. His men could not complain. They had dis charged him. Let them have the pipes. He himself would only pretend to smoke. But the first whiff of the fumes was too much for his will power. He sucked In the smoke, down to the bot tom of his very soul, and suddenly found peace. The superdrug with which the poppy had been mixed was unknown to Ramabal, but he had often witnessed tests of its potency. It worked with the rapidity of viper venom. Within ten minutes after the first inhalation the nthe brigands sank back upon the sand, as. nearly dead as any man might care to be. At once the elephant was liberated, and the party made off toward the town. Colonel Hare, suspicious of everything these days, marveled over the simplicity of the trick and the smoothness with which it, had been turned. He began to have hope for the future. Perhaps this time they were really going to escape from this land accursed. There was great pow-wowlng and salaaming at the gate as tire sacred white elephant loomed into sight. The old Brahmin who had charge of him wept for joy. He was still a person age, respected, salaamed to, despite the preponderance of Mohammedans. His sacred elephant! Bala Khan was Joyous. Here was the sacred elephant once more in the compound, and not a piece out of his treasure chest He was in luck. In the midst of his self-congratulations came the alarming news that a large body of men were seen approaching across the desert from the direction of Allaha. Bala Khan, his chiefs and his guests climbed to the top of the wall and beheld the spectacle in truth. It required but a single look through the binoculars to discover to whom this host belonged. “Umballa!” said Ramabai. “Ah! Durga Ram, to pay his re spects." Bala Khan rubbed his hands together. It had been many moons since he had used a tulwar. The colonel examined his revolver, coldly. The moment Umballa came within range the colonel Intended to shoot. This matter was going to be settled definitely, here and now. So long as Umballa lived, a dread men ace hung above Kathlyn's head. So, then, Umballa must die. « Bala Khan was for beginning the warfare at once, but Bruce argued him out of this. I/et them first learn what Umballa intended to do. There might be no need of shedding blood. “You white peoplo must always talk,” grumbled the khan, who was a fighting man, born of a race of fight Preparing Opium for the Brigands. ers yet to bow the head to the yoke. "It is better to kill and talk after ward. I have given my word to pro tect you, and the word of Bala Khan is as sound as British gold.” “For that,” said Bruce, “thanks." “Keep your men from the walls,” cried Kathlyn, “and bring me the white elephant I would deal with this man Umballa." Her request wds granted. So when Durga Ram and his soldiers arrived before the closed gates they beheld Kathlyn mounted on the white ele phant, alone. “What wish you here, Durga Ram?” she called down to the man on the richly caparisoned war elephant. “You! Your father and those who have helped you to escape.” “Indeed! Well, come and take us.” “I would speak with Bala Khan,” im periously. “You will deal with me alone,” de clared Kathlyn. Umballa reached for his rifle, but a loud murmur from his men stayed his impulse.” “It is the sacred white elephant, highness. None dare Are at that,” his captain warned him. “Those with him or upon him are in sanctity.” “Tell Bala Khan,” said Umballa, controlling his rage as best he could, “tell Bala Khan that I would be his friend, not his enemy.” “Bala Khan,” boomed a voice from the other side of the wall, “cares not for your friendship. Whatever the memsahib says is my word. What! Does Allaha want war for the sake of gratifying Durga Ram’s spite? Be gone, and thank your evil gods that I am not already at your lying, treach erous throat. Take yourself off, Durga Ram. The people of Bala Khan do not make war on women and old men. The memsahib and her friends are under my protection.” “I will buy them!” shouted Umballa, recollecting the greed of Bala Khan. “My word is not for sale!” came back. Kathlyn understod by the expres sion on Umballa’s countenance what was taking place. She smiled down at her enemy. “So be it, Bala Khan,” snarled Um balla, his rage no longer on the rein. “In one month’s time I shall return, and of your city there will not be one stone upon another when I leave it!” “One month!” Ramabal laughed. “Why are you always smiling, Rama bai?'’ asked Bruce. “I have had a dream, sahib,” an swered Ramabai, still smiling. "Um balla will not return here.” “You could tell me more than that.” “I could, but will not,” the smile giv ing way to sternness. "If I only knew what had become of Ahmed,” said the colonel, when the last of Umballa’s soldiers disappeared whence they had come. “I should feel content.” “We shall find, or he will find us, if he is alive,” said Kathlyn. “Now let us make ready for the last journey. One hundred miles to the west is the Arabian gulf. It Is a caravan port, and there will be sailing vessels and steam ships.” She shook him by the shoul ders joyously. "Dad. we are going home, home!” “Kit, 1 want to see Winnie!" The word sent a twinge of pain through Bruce's heart. Home! Would he ever have a real one? Was she to go out of his life at last? Kathlyn Hare. "But you, Ramabai?” said Kathlyn. "I shall return to Allaha, I and Pun dita," replied Ramabai. “It will be death!” objected Bruce and Kathlyn together. “I think not,” and Ramabai permit ted one of his mysterious smiles to stir his lips. “Ramabai!” whispered Pundita, fear fully. “Yes. After all, why should we wait?” “I?” “Even so!” "What is all this about?” inquired Kathlyn. “Allaha is weary of Umballa’s iron heel, wears' of a vacillating Council. And the time has arrived when the two must be abolished. A thousand men await the turn of my hand. And who has a better right to the throne of Allaha than Pundita, my wife?” “Good!” cried Kathlyn, her eyes sparkling. “Good! And if we can help you—” “Kit,” interposed the colonel, "we can give Ramabai and Pundita only our good wishes. Our way lies to the west, to the seaport, and home." Ramabai bowed. And the party returned to the com pound rather subdued. This quiet young native banker would go far. “And if I am ever a queen, will my beautiful memsahib come back some day and visit me?” "That I promise, Pundita, though I have no love for Allaha.” "We will go with you to the coast,” said Ramabai, “and on our return to Allaha will see what has become of the faithful Ahmed.” “For that my thanks,” responded the colonel. “Ahmed has been with me for many yearis, and has shared with me many hardships. If he lives, he will be a marked man, so far as Umballa . is concerned. Aid him to come to me. The loss of my camp and bungalow is nothing. The fact that we are all alive today is enough for me. But you. Bruce: will it hit you hard?” Bruce laughed easily. “I am young. Besides, it was a pastime for me, though I went at it in a business way.” “I am glad of that. There is noth ing to regret in leaving this part of the world.” Yet the colonel sighed. And Kathlyn heard that sigh, and Intuitively understood. The filigree basket of gems. Of such was the minds of men. But the colonel was taken ill that night, and it was a week before he left his bed, and another before he was considered strong enough to attempt the journey. Bala Khan proved to be a fine host, for he loved men of deeds, and this white-haired old man was one of the right kidney. He must be strong ere he took the long journey over the hot sands to the sea. A spy of Umballa's watched and waited to carry the news to his mas ter, the day his master's enemies de parted from the haven of Bala Khan's walled city. When the day came the khan insist ed that his guests should use his own camels and servants, and upon Rama bai’s return the elephants would be turned over to him for his journey back to Allaha. Thus, one bright morning, the caravan set forth for what was believed to be the last jour ney. And Umballa’s spy hastened away. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Scarcity of Competent Men. Alba B. Johnson, president of the Baldwin Locomotive works, in testify ing before the United States commis sion on industrial relations, said: "Large industries are hard pressed to find men capable of taking responsible positions: I know of half a dozen busi nesses that would be glad to pay $10, 000 a year to capable men.” The com plaint is becoming a common one. It raises a question whether American men are declining In executive ability or whether modern business ambi tions, by extending operations over wider fields and adopting more com plex methods, have not become too cumbersome in some respects and too confusing in others for any class of men to conduct successfully.—New York World. Genius Required. A kind-faced Bostonian, while wait ing on a corner for a car recently, was attracted by a melodious piano which a young Italian was grinding. "It must be somewhat difficult to turn that crank as steadily as you do and keep such good time,” Bald the BoBtonlan, as he dropped a coin into the performer's hat. "Not soa deeficult," replied the Ital ian, his face becoming illuminated with a smile. “You see, I no gotta da monk. To turn da crank dees way stead’ keepa da tim’. But turns da crank an’ watcba da monk earn’ tim’; ah! That taka da arteest—da true arteest Eet ees da monk, signor, that demands de genius!"—Buffalo En quirer. Why Wo Worry. Worry, when you come to analyze It, Is not a social vice. We worry chiefly over those things which con cern the ME. Show me that wliat im pends will leave My bank account in tact, My health unimpaired. My friends and family out, and any fur ther tormenting solicitude that I may feel is frankly academic. 1 may still take thought and use preventive measures, but I cease, as if by magic, to worry over the outcome. On the contrary, I can now work for the ac complishment of my object better than ever before. For most worry is not only an arch form of selfishness, but it Is the great inhibitor of action. We say, “I am worried;" we mean, “I fear for myself.”—E. P. Frost, in Atlantic. To Seal Bottles. Bottles may be securely sealed in the following manner: Melt together a quarter of a pound of sealing wax, the same quantity of resin and two ounces of beeswax. When the mixture froths, stir it with a tallow candle. As soon as each ingredient is melted, dip the tops of the corked bottles in the mix ture. It will completely exclude the air. * London’s Government. Greater London, with a population of 7,000,000 and an area of 700 square miles, is a composite district made up of 38 city boroughs and 29 suburban towns, governed by various city and' town councils, but in certain matters subordinate to the London county council. DISHES LIKED BY ALL i _ PREPARATIONS WITH MAPLE SUGAR AS FOUNDATION. Maple Souffle, an Ideal Dessert Sugar Cake and Maple Mousse Two of the Most Popular Confec tions—Maple ToasL The delicious flavor of pure maple sirup and sugar accounts for its popu larity. There are innumerable inviting ways of utilizing it in the daily menu, and the following recipes will prove to the housewife that she should al ways keep some of the sugar and sirup on her supply shelf: Maple Souffle.—A cupful of maple sirup and the whites of five eggs are needed for the dish. Partly beat the whites then beat both together; cook until thick, in a double boiler, stir ring all the while; when cool pack in salt and ice for three hours. Serve in tall glasses and garnish with can died cherries. Maple Sugar Cake.—Mix together half a cupful of butter, one and one half cupfuls of sugar, the whites of six eggs, one cupful of milk, two and one half cupfuls of hour, two teaspoon fuls of baking powder and a teaspoon ful of vanillla extract. Make the icing as follows: One pound of maple sugar, half a cupful of butter, and enough 6weet milk to thicken; boil until thick when dropped from the spoon, remove from the fire and beat until it is of the proper consistency to spread. Cover the loaf with it and while it is still soft dot over with blanched almonds. Maple Mousse.—Mix together the yolks of eight eggs, beaten very light, and one and one-half cupfuls of maple sirup. Put on to heat in a double boiler, when hot stir in the beaten yolks and put back in the boiler to cook until thick. Remove from the fire and when thoroughly cold mix very lightly with two pints of whipped cream. Turn into a mold, pack it in ice and salt and let stand for four hours. Serve in sherbet glasses. Maple Ice Cream.—Scald in a double boiler a cupful of milk and when hot add three-fourths of a cupful of maple sirup; beat in two eggs until thor oughly mixed. Return to the dojibie boiler and stir constantly. As soon as the mixture thickens, strain, allow it to cool, then add a cupful of cream and freeze. Serve garnished with bits of ginger or pour nut sauce over it Maple Toast.—One or two eggs, one fourth teaspoonful salt, one cupful milk, six to eight slices stale bread. Beat the eggs slightly; add salt and milk and dip the bread in the mixture. Have a hot griddle. Butter each slice of bread on both sides and fry the bread until a delicate brown on each side. Butter the bread and not the griddle, as is usually done, as it takes less butter.—Juliet Hite Gallagher in the Mothers' Magazine. Sweetbreads and Mushrooms. Take one pound of fresh mush rooms, peel and use the tops only— the stems may be used in soup. Fry to a delicate brown in butter, sea soned with pepper and salt. Have ready a pair of sweetbreads that have been parboiled and blanched; dice and mix with the mushrooms. Make baskets of good pastry, shaping over patty pans; fill them with the mix ture, sprinkling a little grated cheese on top and pinching on the handle. Bake 15 minutes, serve on a doily and garnish with a spray of fresh cress. Hanging Pictures. A great deal of the harmony of the finished room depends on the way the pictures are hung. Round frames and square frames should not be all hung together in one grand ensemble. It is far more effective to hang the square frames together in one group and the oval in another. Then, too, it will be found much better to place a number of small pictures together instead of having them scattered, one here, one there. This hanging prob lem must be studied carefully so that j the effect may be symmetrical and not j disturbing to the eye. Brown Sugar Cake. One cupful of brown sugar, yolk ol one egg, one-quarter teaspoonful clove: same of cinnamon, one-half cupful raisins, one cupful sour milk, add two teaspoonfuls soda to milk, two cupfuls flour. Beat well. Bake In moderately hot oven. Frosting: One and one half cupfuls brown sugar, enough water to keep from burning, let boll until It threads from spoon, add white of one egg beaten stiff, one tea spoonful of vanilla. Take from stove and stir until nearly cold, then spread over cake. \ _ Steak Hath. Take remnants of steak and chop fine, with one small onion and pota toes. two-thirds of potatoes to one-half of meat. Heat stock or water In fry ing pan and add hash. Let simmer slowly for ten or fifteen minutes, watching it so it will^tot burn. Use the tough end of sirloin and porter house steak. , This makes the finest kind of hash. It makes a nice break fast dish if you use water instead of stock. Put a piece of butter in the hash. Season with salt and pepper. Fruit Rice Cups. Take small molds and fill nearly full with rice cooked and hot. When cool, scoop out the centers and turn out on to a baking tin. Brush them over with rice cooked and hot. When cool, put in the oven to brown. Mean time. cook any kind of fruit, making a rich sirup, and pour, while hot, into the warm rice cases. Serve with a thin custard sauce. White Sauce for Vegetables. Two tablespoonfuls butter, two ta blespoonfuls flour, one cupful milk (hot), one-fourth teaspoonful salt, sprinkle pepper. Melt the butter In a saucepan, add the flour and season ing and blend carefully with it. When this mixture bubbles up add the hot milk and stir constantly until it thick ens. Boll three mlnutea. Pelvic Catarrh 1 Would Not Do Without Peruna. MIsa Emelie A. Haberkom. 2 2 5 1 Oravols Ave., St. Louis. Mo., writes: •For over two years 1 was troubled with catarrh ot the pelvic organa. I heard of Or. H a rtman'a book, The Ills rtf Life.’ I read it and wrote to the doctor, wno answered my tetter promptly. I began taking treatment as soon as possible. Tongue cannot express how I suffered. I feel grate ful for what the doctor has done for me, and would not do without Peruna. 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I was forcibly im pressed first with the horrors of war and secondly with its enormous cost I saw- everything pertaining to war except actual fighting; large numbers of re-enforcements going to the front and many wounded returning to hos pitals; troops of all kinds, and arma ment. ammunition, supplies, facilities of every kind for offense and defense; engineer corps, aeroplane corps, etc. Thousands of refugees were fleeing from their homes to plaees of sup posed safety. The next day much of the territory traversed was occupied by the forces engaged in deadly conflict. The in struments of destruction, the methods of using the mand the facilities for moving armies have greatly changed, and therefore as the destruction of life will be so large and rapid it would seem as though the war must necessarily be sooner ended than in former times and under different con ditions. I saw temporary hospitals in private houses, under the control of Red Cross societies, on every hand, and many ambulances in use.— “France and Paris in War Times,” Judge Elbert H. Gary in National Mag azine. There are times when it takes a mighty strong-minded woman to hold her tongue. DOCTOR KNEW Had Tried It Himself. The doctor who has tried Postum knows that it is an easy, certain, and pleasant way out of the coffee habit, and all of the ails following and he' prescribes it for his patients as did a physician of Prospertown, N. J. One of his patients says: "During the summer just past I suf fered terribly with a heavy feeling at the pit of my stomach and dizzy feel ings in my head and then a blindness would come over my eyes so I would have to sit down. I would get so nerv ous I could hardly control my feelings. "Finally I spoke to our family physi cian about it and he asked If I drank much coffee and mother told him that [ did. He told me to Immediately stop irlnking coffee and drink Postum in its place, as he and his family had used Postum and found it a powerful rebuilder and delicious food-drink. “1 hesitated for a time, disliking the idea of having to give up my coffee, but finally I got a package and found, it to he all the doctor said. “Since drinking Poetum In place of coffee my dizziness, blindness and nervousness are all gone, my bowels ire regular and I am well and strong, rhat is a short statement of what Postum has done for me.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle -reek, Mich. Read “The Road to WeU rille,” In pkgs. Postum comes In two forms: Regular Postum —must be well boiled. 15c and 25c packages. Inetant Poetum—is a soluble pow der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly In a cup of hot water and, with cream and sugar, makes a delicious bever age instantly. 30c and 50c tins. The cost per cup of both kinds is about the same. - * “There’s a Reason” for Postum.