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
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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
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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. I now enjdy as good health
as ever. I find It has improved my
health so much that I will recommen#
it to tiny one cheerfully.”
Constipation
Vanishes Forever
Prompt Relief—Permanent Cura
CARTER’S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS never
fail. Purely vegeta- ^
ble — act surely
Due genuy uu
the liver. ^k
Stop after
dinner dis
tress—cure
indigestion.^
Carters
■ ITTLE
IlVER
jar
improve the complexion, brighten the eyes.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE.
Genuine must bear Signature
• Case. Sold by Druggists. Price$1.00. f
4 Trial Package by Mail 10c.
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HORROR AND COST OF WAR
Judge Elbert H. Gary Tells of Con
ditions as He Saw Them in the
Wake of Armies.
On Sunday, August 30. in company
with another, I rode by motor car
about two hundred miles in a semi
circle on the north and east of Paris,
going within ten or fifteen miles of
the line of battle, but taking good
care, of course, to keep beyond the
limits of danger. 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.
