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| The Adventures of I Kathlyn ? By HAROLD MAC GRATH s ^ Illustrated by Picture* from the Moving Picture i Production of the Selig Polyscope Co. :_■_ « SYNOPSIS. Kathlyn flare, believing her father. Col. lisr ,n peril, has rumcwneil her. leaves •'er nonte in California lo go to him ia A 'aha. India. Utnbalia. pretender to the t* rone. lias imprisoned the colonel, named '1 Be late king as his heir. Arriving In alia. Kathlyn is Informed by UmbalL* ’1 r father being deal, she is to be n. and must marry him She refuses is .nformed by the priest* that no v man can rule unmarried. She is given » . n days to Think it over. She still re < - » am! Is told that she must undergo ,Wu or 1 eais with wild beasts. If she sur sbc aril! be permitted to rule. John l.r-; . an American, saves her life. The .int wl.i h carries her from the * rie of her trials runs away, separating *_• r from Br ..e aa-1 llie rest of the party. *"' 'aces refuge In a ruined temple, but *!.' haven is the abode of a lion and she .* i r. «d io flee from it. Stie tindu a r> • Jr,~' in the jungle only to fall into the I -.'is of siavr traders. Kathlyn is brought to the public mart In Allaha and *• >d to t"mb.-lla. w ho. tlnding her still un submissive. throws her into the dungeon with he* father. She is rescued by Bruce arj his friends. Colonel Hare also is ns* u<-d. I'ti.balls, with soldier*, starts In pursuit Katlilyn is struck by a bul let, Tie* fugitive* are given shelter in th" palace of Bala Khan. Supplied with cam • Is by th- hospitable prince, they star' for the Coast, but are captured by bri gands. I'rohalla journeys to the lair of i: » bandits, makes the colonel a prisoner sod orders Brj.e and Kathlyn killed The bandits quarrel over the money paid them Jj I mt-alla and during th- confusion KalUya and Bruce escape and return to Allaha They concoct a plan to rescue 1 h- colonel. The colonel is nominally k-ug but really a prisoner Kathlyn gain* •crews to tlie palace In disguise, and her rescue plans are succeeding when the tress,r> leopard* escape throwing the •sw.ri into i (infusion. During the panic lUaiibai and Brute rescue Kathlyn and ■er father, and the party sieais away from Allaha. CHAPTER XV—Continued. There is ■ village not far.' remind ed Ahmed. "They are a friendly peo ple It is quite possible, with the money we have, to buy some horses, an^sll bit sturdy. But there is one 1 thing I do not understand, sahib ' "And what is that?” asked the colo ML • be readiness with which T'mballa fi',‘ “P the pursuit. It's a loug walk; I'"- as be getting forward.” Late ;hat afternoon they were all mounted once more, on strong, tracts-j bl- ponies, with water and provisions. And the spirits of ail rose accordingly. Even Ahmed became cheerful. •Veil cake it. please God!” said t' e coioneL "Give me a telegraph of fice Thai s all 1 need lust now.” "Two days, sahib." said Ahmed, "we will reach the sea." Th-y rode all through the night, stopping only at dawn for breakfast and a cat nap after. Then forward again till they came upon a hunter's rent house, deserted Here they agreed to spend the night. Beyond the rest h’Asse were half a dozen scattered mud huts, occupied by natives who pretend ed friendliness, lulling even the keen \htoed into a sense of security. But at dawn, when they awoke cheerfully ■ to pick up the trail, they found their bones and provisions gone The colonel. Bruce and Ahmed, still armed, never having permitted the nres out of their keeping, set out grimly in pursuit of the thieves while Kathlyu proceeded to forage an her own initiative. iSbe came presently upon a magnifi cent ravine, half a mile in depth. There was a broad ledge some fifteen fe«g below. It was evidently used as e g-mt path, for n>*ar at hand stood a rhepherd * hut Stirred by the spirit f investigation, she made prepara Jttes foe descent by attaching the rope *h» had brought along to a stout boul der Leathers' They were coming up the path a ay b mad her. It would be simple enough to descend; but bow to get back to the rest house? There was no time to! plan. the must set st once She must drop dowa to the ludgs and trust to her scar. » She railed out loudly as she swung downward The shepherd came run w tg out of hla hut. duafoundsd at ht saw. CHAPTER XVI. Tuc Coronation of Winnie. With the assistance of the shepherd Kathlyn went dona the rope agilely and «a(H) Oner tirnjl) w her feet. et*r -on. d to thank the wild ejed hill •eeii ‘*«u her best Hindustani and she »a» able to speak and understand stile a 5*itle by now* fell on ears "• • - ■ I ■. m u -«• *.. i: •-*<» sail The tuiid and uarsiless entnut’ for all hi* w.Id eye*, shrank hack, for no mo mar. of b:s kind had i ever looked like this Kathlyn. with a daai of finrebodlng. rep»-at«d the phrase sad askeo the way bu< k to th** bun tor's re»*. house. He *hck hi* bend; l-« underatuod aothir,* Hut there is one language wLlch 1* St*versa! 'he world over, and tnat is sigg language Kathlyn quickly stooped and drew in fbe dust the shape ! at the rest bouse Then she pointed In the direction from whence she had one He smiled and nodded excited \ if lie understood new Next, being unarmed, sbe felt the n<-ed of some : Sort of weapon iso she drew the shape jt a rifle In me dust, then produced tmr rupee*, all she had The sbep herd girgied delightedly, ran into the hut and returned with a rifle of mod ern make and a belt of eartr.dgea W tth a gesture he signified that it was undoes to him because he did not know bow to use it He took the rupees and Kathlyn <xok the rifle, vaguely wondering bow it came into the possession of this poverty stricken billman Of one thing sbe was certain; it bad become i-w either through violence of his own sr at others. She examined the breech and found a dead shell, which sbe cast sue The rifle carried six cartridge*, and she landed skilfully, much to the sstnulshmrm of the billman. Then she swung the buu to her shoulder sad fired up at the ledge where the part hers had last bees seen rftpyrlglu by Harold Macf.rathj scuttled away to his hut When he peered forth again Kathlyn made a friendly gesture and he approached timidly. Once more she pointed to the dust at the picture of the rest house; and then, by many stabs of his finger in the air, he succeeded in making the way back sufficiently clear to Kathlyn, who smiled, shouldered the rifle and strode confidently down the winding path; bnt also she was alert and watchful. There was not a bit of rust on the rifle, and the fact that one bullet had sped smoothly convinced her that the weapon was serviceable. Some careful hunter had once possessed it, for it was abundantly oiled. To whom had it belonged? It was of German make; but that signified nothing. It might have belonged to an Englishman, a Frenchman, or a Russian; more likely the latter, since this was one of the localities where they crossed and re crossed with their note books to be utilized against that day when the Bear dropped down from the north and tackled the Ldon. Kathlyn had to go down to the very bottom of the ravine. She must fol low the goat path, no matter where It wound, for this ultimately would lead her to the rest house. As she started up the final incline, through the cedars and pines, she heard the bark of the wolf, the red wolf who hunted In packs of twenty or thirty, in realty far more menacing than a tiger or a panther, since no hunter could kill a whole pacn. To this wolf, when hunting his kill, the tiger gave wide berth; the bear took to his cave, and all fleet footed things of the jungles fled in panic. Kathlyn climbed as rapidly as she could. She dared not mount a tree, for the red wolf would outwit her. She must go on. The bark, or yelp, bad been a signal, but now there came to her ears the long howl. She bad heard it often in the great forests at home. It was the call of the pack that there was to be a kill. She might shoot half a dozen of them, and the living rend the dead, but the main pack would follow on and overtake her. She swung on upward, catching a sapling here, a limb there, pulling her self over hard bits of going. Once she turned and tired a chance shot in the direction of the howling. Far away came the roar of one of the mountain lions, and the pack of red wolves be came suddenly and magically silent. Kathlyn made good use of this inter val. But presently tae pack raised its howl again, and she knew that the grim struggle was about to begin. She reached the door of the rest house just as the pack, a large one, came into view, heads down, tails streaming. Pundita, who was at the fire preparing the noon meal, seized Kathlyn by the arm and hurried her into the house, barricading the door. The wolves, arriving, flung themselves against it savagely. But the door was stout, and only a battering ram In hu man hands could have ra-ide it yield. f'r.fortunately. there was no know ing when the men folk would return from their chase of the horses, nor how long the wolves would lay siege. The two women tried shooting, though Pundita was the veriest tyro, being . 1 ■■1 ... i Wipme* Dark, Proud Face Showed No Terror. more frightened at the weapon in her hat ds than at the howling animals out 'ioe. They did little or no damage to 'he wolves, for the available cracks v.. re not at sufficiently good angles. An hour went by. Kathlyn could hear tie wolves as they crowded against the door, sniffing the sill. The colonel, Bruce, Ramabai and A lined bad found the horses half a dozen miles away; «and they had U rashed the thieving natives soundly *:id Instilled the right kind of tear in ti eir breasts. At rifle point they had forced the natives back to the rest •-rose. The crack of their rifles soon announced to Kathlyn that the dread of wolves was a thing of the past. She wisely refrained from recounting her experiences The men had worry enough. ■> After a hasty meal the journey to ward the seaport began In earnest I mbaHa's attack had thrown them far on; of the regular track. They were now compelled to make a wide detour. Where the journey might have been made in three days, they would be lucky now if they reached the sea un der five. The men took turns in^stand ing watch whenever they made camp, and Kathlyn and Pundlta had no time for idleness. They had learned their lessons; no more carelessness, noth ing but the sharpest vigilance from now on. On* day, as the pony caravan made a turn round a ragged promontory, they suddenly paused. Perhaps twen ty miles to the west lay the emerald tinted Persian gulf. The colonel slipped off his horse, dragged Kathlyn from hers, and began to execute a hornpipe. He was like a boy. “The sea, K.‘t, the sea! Home and Wianie; out of this devil’s caldron! You will come along with us. Bnlce?" “I haven’t anything else to do," Bruce smiled back. Then he gazed at Kathlyn, who found herself suddenly filled with strange embarrassment In times of danger sham and subterfuge have no place. Heretofore she had met Bruce as a man, to whom a glance from her eyes had told her secret Now that the door to civilization lay but a few miles away, the old conventions dropped their obscuring mantles over her and she felt ashamed. And there was not a little doubt. Perhaps she had mistaken the look in his eyes, back there in the desert, back in the first day when they had fled together from the ordeals. And >’6t . . . ! On his part, Bruce did not particu larly welcome the sea. There might be another man somewhere. No wom an so beautiful as Kathlyn could pos sibly be without suitors. And when the journey dotvn to the sea was re sumed he became taciturn and moody, and Kathlyn’s heart correspondingly heavy. ine colonel was quite oblivious to this change. He swung his legs free of the primitive stirrups and whistled the airs which had been popular in America at the time of his departure. There was no lightness in the ex pressions of Ramabai and Pundita. They were about to lose these white people forever, and they had grown to love, nay, worship them. More, they must return to face they knew not what. As for Ahmed, he displayed his ori entalism by appearing unconcerned. He had made up his mind not to re turn to America with his master. There was much to do In Allaha, and the spirit of intrigue had laid Arm hold of him He wanted to be near at hand when Ramabai struck his blow. He would break the news to the Colonel Sahib before they sailed. It was four o'clock when the caravan entered the little seaport town. A few tramp steamers lay anchored in the offing. A Rritish flag drooped from the stern of one of them. This meant Rom bay; and Bomba}-, in turn, mean: Suez, the Mediterranean, and the broad At lantic. The air was still and hot, for the In dian summer was now beginning to lay its burning hand upon this great peninsula. The pale dust, the white stucco of the buildings, blinded the eye. They proceeded at once to the single hotel, where they found plenty of ac commodation. Then the colonel hur ried off to the cable office and wired Winnie. Next he ascertained that the British ship Simla would weigh anchor the following evening for Bombay; that there they could pick up the Delhi, bound for England. There was noth ing further to do but wait for the an swer to the colonel's cable to Winnie, which would arrive somewhere about noon of the next day. And that answer struck the hearts of all of them with the coldness of death. t'mballa had beaten them. Winnie had sailed weeks ago for Alla ha in search of father and sister! Ahmed spat out his betel nut and squared his shoulders. Somehow he ! had rather expected something like this. The reason for Umballa's half hearted pursuit stood forth clearly. “Sahib, it is fate,” he said. “We must return at once to Allaha. Truly, the curse of that old guru sticks like the blood leeches of the Bengal swamps. But as you have faith in your guru, I have faith in mine. Not a hair of our heads shall be harmed." “1 am a very miserable man. Ah med! God has forsaken me!” The colonel spoke with stoic calm; he was more like the man Ahmed had former ly known. “No, Allah has not forsaken; he has forgotten us for a time." And Ahmed strode out to make the arrangements for the return. “Bruce,” said the colonel, “it Is time for you to leave us. You are a man. You have stood by us through thick and thin. 1 cannot ask you to share any of the dangers which now confront us, perhaps more sinister than any we have yet known.” "Don’t you want me?" asked Bruce quietly. Kathlyn had gone to her room to hide her tears. “Want you! But no!” The colonel wrung the young mans hand and turned to go back to Kathlyn. “Wait a moment, colonel. Suppos ing I wanted to go, what then? _ Sup posing 1 should say to you what I dare not yet say to your daughter, that I love her better than anything else in all this wide world; that it will be happiness to follow wherever she goes . . . even unto death?” The colonel wheeled. “Bruce, do you mean mat: “With all my heart, sir. But please say nothing to Kathlyn till this affair ends, one way or the other. She might be stirred by a sense of gratitude, and later regret it. When we get out of this—and I rather believe in the prophecy of Ahmed's guru or fakir— then I’ll speak. 1 have always been rather a lonely man. There's been no real good reason. I have always de sired to be loved for my own sake, and not for the money I have." “Money?” repeated the colonel. Never had he in any way associated this healthy young hunter with money. Did he not make a business of trap ping and selling wild animals, like himself? “Mohey! I did not know that you had any, Bruce.” "I am the son of Roger Bruce.” “What! The man who owned near ly all of Peru and half the railroads in South America?" “Yes. You see, colonel, we are something alike. We never ask ques tions. It would have been far better if we had. Because I did not question Kathlyn when I first met her I feel half to blame for her misfortunes. I should have told her all about Allah* and warned her to keep out of it I should have advised her to send native investigators, she to remain in Pesha wur till she learned the truth. But the name of Hare suggested nothing to me, not till after I had left her at i Singapore. So I shall go back with you. But please let Kathlyn continue to think of me as a man who earns his own living." "God bless you, my boy! You have put a new backbone in me. It’s hard not to have a white man to talk to, to plan with. Ahmed expects that we shall be ready for the return in the morning. He, however, intends to go back on a racing camel, to go straight to my bungalow, if it isn’t destroyed by this time. Perhaps Winnie has not arrived there yet. I trust Ahmed.” "So do I. I have known him for a long time—that is, I thought 1 did— and during the last few weeks be has been a revelation. Think of his being your headman all these years, and yet steadily working for his raj, the Brit ish raj!” "They can keep secrets." "Well, we have this satisfaction: when Pundita rules it will be under the protecting hand of England. Now let us try to look at the cheerful side of the business. Think of what that girl has gone through with scarcely a scratch! Can't you read something in that? See how strong and self-reliant she has become under such misfor tunes as would have driven mad any ordinary woman! Can't you see light in all this? 1 tell you, there is good and Umballa Greets the New Queen. evu working for and against us, and that Ahmed's fakir will in the end prove stronger than your bally old guru. When I am out of the Orient 1 laugh at such things, but I can't laugh at them somehow when I'm in India.” ' “Nor L? That night Kathlyn signified that she wished to go down to the beach beyond the harbor basin. Bruce ac companied her. Often he caught her staring out at the twinkling lights on hoard the Simla. By and by they could hear the windlass creaking. A volume of black smoke suddenly1 poured from the boat’s slanting fun nel. i'he ship was putting out to sea. I “Why do you risk your life for us?” she asked suddenly. “Adventure Is meat and drink to me. Miss Hare.” The prefix sounded strange and un familiar in her ears. Formality. She : had been wrong, then; only comrade ship and the masculine sense of re sponsibility. Her heart was like lead “It is very kind and brave of you, Mr. Bruce; but I will not have it.” “Have what?” he asked, knowing full well what she meant. "This going back with vs. Why should you risk your life for people who are almost strangere?” “Strangers?” He laughed softly "Has it never occurred to you that the people we grow up with are never really our friends; that real friendship comes only with maturity of the mind? Why, the best man friend I have in this world is a young chap I met but - three years ago. It is not the know- j ing of people that makes friendships. It is the sharing of dangers, of bread in the wilderness; of getting a glimpse of the soul which lies beneath the con- i ventions of the social pact Would you call me a stranger?” “O. no!” she cried swiftly. “It Is merely that I do not want you to risk your life any further for us. Is there j no way I can dissuade you?” “None that I can think of. I am going back with you. That’s settled Now let us talk of something else. Don’t you really want me to go?” “Ah, that isn’t fair,” looking out to i sea again and following the Ught9 aboard the Simla. It was mighty hard for him not to sweep her into his arms then and there. But he would never be sure of her till she was free of this country, free of the sense of gratitude, free to weigh her sentiments carefully and un biasedly. He sat down abruptly on the wreck of an ancient hull embed ded in the sand. She sank down a lit tle way from him. He began to tell her some of his past exploits; the Amazon, the Ori noco, the Andes. Tibet and China; of the strange flotsam and jetsam he had met in his travels. But she sensed only the sound of his voice and the de sire to reach out lier hand and touch his. Friendship! Bread in the wilder ness! • •••••• Ahmed was lean and deceptive to the eye. Like many Hindus, he ap peared anemic; and yet the burdens the man could put on his back r.nd carry almost indefinitely would have killed many a white man who boasfted of his strength. On half a loaf of black bread and a soldier’s canteer of water he could travel for two <l.-ys. He could go without sleep for 48 hours, and when lie slept he could sleep any where, on the moment Filling his saddle bags with three days’ rations, twe canteens of water, he set off on a hagin, or racing camel, for Allaha, 200 tailes inland as the crow flies. It was his intention to ride straight down to the desert and across this to Colonel Hare's camp, if such a thing now existed A dromedary in good condition can make from sixty to eighty miles a day; and the beast Ahmed had engaged was of Arab blood. In four days he expected to reach the camp. If Winnie had not yet arrived, he would take the road, meet her. warn her of the dangers which she was about to face, and con vey her to the seaport. If it was too late, he would send the camel back with a trusted messenger to the colo nel. to advise him. They watched him depart in a cloud of dust, and then played the most en ervating game ip existence—that of waiting; for they had decided to wait till they heard front Ahmed before tney movea. Four nights later, when Ahmed ar rived at the bungalow, he found condi tions as usual. For reasons best known to himself I'mballa had not disturbed anything. In fact, he had always had the coming of the younger sister In mind and left the bungalow and camp untouched, so as not to alarm her. She had not yet arrived. So Ahmed flung himself down upon his cotton rug. telling the keepers not to disturb him; he would wake himself when the time came. But Ahmed had overrated his powers; he was getting along in years; and it was noon of the next day when a hand shook him by the shoul der and he awoke to witness the ar rival of Winnie and her woman com panion. tor the nrst tune in many yars Ahmed cursed hi% prophet- He that had had time to warn the child had slept like the sloth of Ceylon! He went directlly to the point. He told her briefly what had happened. He had not the least doubt that i'm balla was already aware of her ar rival. She must remain hidden in the go-down of the bungalow; her maid also. That night, if Cmballa of his men failed to appear, he would lead her off to sr.fety. But there was no hope of stealing a wav in the daytime. In his heart, however, he entertained no hope; and like the good general he was. he dispatched the messenger and camel to the sea. The father and daughter were fated to return. Ahmed had reckoned shrewdly. Cm balla appeared later in the day and de manded the daughter of Colonel Iiare. Backed as he was by numerous sol diers. Ahmed resigned himself to the inevitable. They found Winnie and her maid (whom later they sent to the frontier and abandoned) and took them to the palace. There was no weeping or wailing or struggling. The dark, prond face of the young girl gave forth no sign of the terror and utter loneliness of her position. And Umballa realized that it was in the blood of these children to be brave and quiet. There was no mercy in his heart. He was power mad and gold mad. and his enemies lived because he could reach neither of his desires over their dead bodies. The rigmarole and mummery Win nie went through affected her exactly as it had affected her sister. It was all a hideous nightmare, and at any moment she expected to make op in her cozy corner at Edendaie. (TO BE CONTINUED.) SHOCKED BY HER GRAMMAR Little Wendell Holmes Emerson Re sented Criticism From One Evi dently So Uninformed. Little Wendell Holmes Emerson of Boston was resting sedately with his book in a park shortly after a picnic dinner. He had eaten too much. He knew perfectly well he had eaten too much and he was very much surprised and shocked at himself. He prayed fervently that no one would notice -his condition. Just then a kindly old lady appeared and sat down beside him. "Ah.” thought Wendell. “I have sadly injured her esthetic sensibilities.” By this time the kind old lady was firmly settled. “My little boy,” said she. “are you over eight?” , It was wonderful to see how the young Mr. Emerson recovered his dig nity. That a woman with such out landish grammar should dare to criti cize him was unbelievable. “No. madam,” said he, proudly. “I have overeaten!”—National Monthly. Daily Thought This world’s i|o blot for us nor blank; it means intensely and means good.—Robert Browning. THOUSANDS OF SWEET WORDS Baroness’ Breach of Promise Story Is Considerably Longer Than Most Novels. Depositions containing 76,000 words . of the international love story of the “Baroness” Barbara Ursula von Kalin owski have arrived in St. Louis and are ready for filing in the federal court in her $2,500,000 breach of promise suit against Michael J. Hurley, secre tary of the Central Paint & Supply company. The average love story as novels go is about forty-five thousand words, so that the baroness' romance outdoes fic tion in point of bulk at least The 318 typewritten pages, averaging 242 words to the page, consist mainly of testimony given by the baroness her self at a hearing instituted by Hurley in New York. She told in great detail of her meeting with Hurley, her al leged betrothal in Europe, and her chase over America in her efforts to Induce the paint man to keep his prom ise.—St. Louis Republic. Bully! Oh, Very Bull-eyl Irish Policeman—If ye want to smoke here ye'll have to aKher put j out yer cigar or go somewhere Use. ROAD MOVEMENT IS GROWING Question of Public Highways Now In volves Nation as Whole—Values of Farm Property Enhanced. Many of the southern and western states have made remarkable progress within the past two or three years in the enactment of laws which provide for the extension of their highway systems, and for the construction and care of improved roads. The new con ditions arising from the development of automobile traffic have enlarged the question of public highways from one of purely local consideration to an economic principle involving not only the entire commonwealth, but the na tion as a whole. When the traffic consisted of wagons drawn by oxen, or mules, or horses, open roads to the nearest railroad station or boat landing were ail that was required. The fact that even such roads were not well built, nor kept in repair, was due to a variety of causes, writes Robert P. Hooper, in Farm Home. Each particular locality had an explanation, purely local, to account for the conditions. But, as a rule, these explanations did not explain, even to the satisfaction of those mak ing them. The fact still remained that nearly, or quite, 90 per cent of the farmers of A Good Road in Michigan. the country were keeping themselves poor by reason of the excessive cost of marketing their products. These prod ucts could be hauled only at seasons when everybody bad to haul. This resulted in temporarily overworked railway service, congested markets, and low prices. The older and wealthier states saw the point first, and began giving aid to counties and towns in building im proved roads, so that produce could be marketed at any time in the year. The result was almost electrical in its ef fect Thousands of farms which, be cause of their relative unprofitableness under a bad road system, had been practically abandoned, became pro ductive again. The general values of farm property were enormously en hanced. This was accomplished by the building of a few town and county roads purely for local purposes. Then the automobile became a factor in the road question, and the road problem became widened and en larged. With vehicles, which would cover 100 or 200 miles a day, the con ditions in each county rapidly became known to tlie people in adjoining counties, and a broader comprehen sion of the whole highway question was inevitable in a country where intelligence predominates. HIGH VALUE OF GOOD ROADS Cost of Hauling Farm Products Over Common Reads Is Twenty-Five Cents a Ton Per Mile. After careful inquiry it has been found that the average haul of the American farmer in getting his prod uct to market or to the nearest ship ping station is 12 miles, and the aver age cost of hauling over the common country roads is 25 cents a ton per mile, or three dollars a ton for a 12 mile haul, says Portland Oregonian. An estimate places the total tons hauled at 300,000,000 a year. On the estimate of three dollars a ton for 12 miles this would make the total cost of getting the surplus products of the farm to the local market or to the railroad no less than $900,000.000—a figure greater than the operating ex penses of all the railroads of the Unit ed States. If anything could make an argument for good wagon roads this statement surely may. Important Duty of People. The making of good roads is one of the most important duties of the peo ple and their prompt repair and care- ; ful maintenance is essential. There | is probably no subject in which the : progressive farmer is more deeply in terested than that of having roads j connecting him with his markets over which he may be able to haul the greatest possible load. Good roads, like all other good things, are too ex pensive to build and of too much value to be neglected. Crown the Roadbed. Crown the roadbed up so that water will run to the ditches at once. The ditches need not be over 24 feet apart and the crowned part 16 feet wide. Keep this crowned surface in shape with a “split-log drag.” Lessen Distance to Town. Good roads lessens the distance to town and cheapen the cost of living. Concrete Lasts Forever. Concrete poorly pat In is no good When properly pat in it lasts forever. the cup make it, with hot water, quick. Van Houten’s Rona Cocoa. A tasty drink. Half pound red can— 25c L WAMTPn to hear from owner of good farm V? All 1 « il/ for sale. Send description and price. BortBw catem IuImm Affeafv.Dept.A.HIaar* Nebraska Directory THEPflXfONSl Rooms from 11.00 up single, 75 cent* up double. CAFE PRICES REASONABLE BUSS & ICELUIA'n Live Stock Commission Merchants £54-956 Kxchange Uulitlinp', 8011th Omaha All stock consigned to ns la sold by members of the Arm, and all employees have been selected and trained fo« the work which they do. WrU*-#koa*-*ki|> u» DEFIANCE STARCH k constantly growing in favor because it Does Not Stick to the Iron ami it will not injure the finest fabric. For laundry purpose sit has no equaL It ox. package 10c. 1-3 more starch for same money. | DEFIANCE STARCH CO., Omaha, Nebraska HARD TASKMASTER IS GENIUS Possession That Sets a Man Apart From His Fellows Keeps Him Con stantly at Work. Genius, what la It but the power of beiug able to read? No respecter of birth, it chooses the cottage gladly, j hiding in the rags of a tinker, loving J the hovel, the plowiand, the grimed j and smoky roof. It is a persopal ! ity, a living creature, a gt^eater-than ■ man in man. a reading,waster, an angel of kindness and, a tyra it of ; cruelty, smiling at the pupif time, scourging him anothe^; and as the body comes to its power with years I it hears the master always teaching. 1 never at rest, speaking with a dis j tinct voice, unfolding pictures'w ithout ! end, and the amanuensis cannot keep j pace with this tyrant who hurries him | on with. "See this," and "See that." j working while the body sleeps, show i mg portions of the way and work of life which are still far ahead, | planning out the whole life right up ' to the end, giving everything eagerly. if with pain, when the time comes. ; That is genius, the power which works not for the man, but against him. • No labor can make what is not there, j Application makes a man able to ! learn, but not to teach, and if the ; master be absent no learning will call him, Just as without learning—or great tribulation—he cannot be awak ened; for genius is nothing but the power of reading what has been writ ten upon the mind of an unknown tongue: and without a Daniel the writ ing cannot be interpreted; and Chal deans and astrologers will strive in vain.—From "Granite,’ by John Tre vena. Legal Love Letters. "Who writes you so many letters, dear?” "A young lawyer.” “And does he write nice letters?" "In a legal way, yes. He says I have beautiful eyes and is constantly alluding to what he calls the afore said eyes, orbs or visual organs.' Explaining It. "Jim says he’s a self-made man ” "That accounts for his seamy ap pearance.” A clear conscience is more to be df* sired than a pull with the police. Most fire escapes are patterned after the straight and narrow way. MESMERIZED A Poisonous Drug Still Freely Used. Many people are brought up to be lieve that coffee is a necessity of life, and the strong hold that the drug, caffeine, in coffee has on the Bys tem makes it hard to loosen its grip even when one realizes its injurious effects. A lady writes: “I had used coffee for years; it seemed one of the ne cessities of life. A few months ago my health, which had been slowly fail ing, ’ became more impaired, and I knew that unless relief came from some source I would soon be a physi cal wreck. “I was weak and nervous, had sick headaches, no ambition, and felt tired of life. My husband vi*as also losing his health. He was troubled so much with indigestion that at times he could eat only a few mouthfuls. “Finally we saw Postum advertised and bought a package. I followed di rections for making carefully, and added cream, which turned It to the loveliest rich-looking and tasting drink I ever saw served at any table, and we have used Postum ever since. "I gained five pounds In weight In as many weeks, and now feel well and strong in every respect. My headaches have gone, and I am a new woman. My husband’s indigestion has left him, and he can now eat anything.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Postum comes in two forms: Regular Postum—must be well boiled. 15c and 25c packages. Instant Postum—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. —sold by Grocers.