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Gently cleanse your liver and sluggish bowels while you sleep. Get a 10-cent box. Sick headache, biliousness, dizzi ness, coated tongue, foul taste and foul breath—always trace them to torpid liver; delayed, fermenting food in the bowels or sour, gassy stomach. Poisonous matter clogged in the in testines, instead of being cast out of the system is re-absorbed into the blood. When this poison reaches the delicrke brain tissue it causes con gestion and that dull, throbbing, sick ening headache. Cascarets immediately cleanse the stomach, remove the sour, undigested food and foul gases, take the excess bile from the liver and carry out all the constipated waste matter and poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will surely straighten you out by morning. They work while you sleep—a 10-cent box from your druggist means your head clear, stomach sweet and your liver and bowels regular for months. Adv. Couldn’t Beat Her. Ellanora had been the negro maid at Mrs. Hopson's for several years, and left to get married, says the Delinea tor. She moved to another city and nothing had been seen of her for a couple of years, when one day she called on her former mistress. “And so you have a little son, Ella nora?” said Mrs. Hopson. “Yes'um,” smiled the woman. “A nice little boy." “And what did you name him?” queried Mrs. Hopson. “Well, we calls him Eggnogg,” re plied the colored woman. “Eggnogg!” said the other. “That's a funny name for a boy.” “Well, yo’ see, missus.” explained Ellanora, “det cullud woman what lived nex’ doab to me named her twins Tom and Jerry, an' I didn’t want to bo outdone by her.” To Mend Pipes. When the pipes are rusted in spots and unsafe to use, by applying strips of wet asbestos paper on hot pipes the paper will adhere closely and so seal the pipes. This has been found a great economy, as the fur nace pipes last a year longer with out repairing them than they other wise would. If the kitchen range contains an ugly crack, you may fill it with a ce ment made by beating one egg. to which add sifted ashes and stove pol ish until thick enough to spread. Work the paste smooth over the top. This will harden almost like iron and will take a polish that will render the break unnoticeable. Wanted More Definite Orders. Comment on the perfect marksman ship now displayed in the navy was made in the form of an anecdote by Sergeant Jones of the United States Marine Recruiting corps. The captain called up a gunner and, pointing out a battleship several miles away, said: “You see that ship?” “Aye, aye, sir,” said the gunner. “You see the officer on deck?” “Aye, aye, sir.” “Well, you hit him in the eye with a 16-inch shell.” “Aye, aye, sir. Which eye, sir?” asked the gunner. CLEAR YOUR SKIN By Daily Use of Cuticura Soap and Ointment. Trial Free. You may rely on these fragrant supercreamy emollients to care for your skin, scalp, hair and hands. 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Change of Program. “Why do you insist on moving ev ery year?” “By the time a year is up I know all the tunes in the neighboring phono graphs by heart.” Literal Travel. “Did you take the fast express out of New York?” “No; the engineer did.” YOUR OWN DRUGGIST WILL TELL TOO fry Marine Kve Remedy for Red, Weak, Water] Eyes and Granulated Eyelids; No Smarting— Just Eye comfort. Writ© for Book of the Hy< iy mail Free. Murine Eye Remedy Co., Chicago. It’s the little things that count, but don’t lose sight of the fact that it’s the biggest fish that always get away. Always use Red Cross Ball Blue. Delights the laundress. At all good grocers. Adv. Some men are ambitious to do good; others to make good. If you can’t talk of anything but your troubles, shut up. The Adventures of Kathlyn HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Sell! Polyscope Co. (Copyright by Harold MacGrathi SYNOPSIS. Kathlyn Hare, believing her father. Col. Hare, in peril, has summoned her, leaves her home in California to go to him in Ailaha, India. Umballa, pretender to the throne of that principality, has imprisoned the colonel, named by the late king as his heir. Upon her arrival In Ailaha. Kathlyn Is informed by Umballa that, her father being dead, she is to be queen and must marry him forthwith. Because of her re fusal she is sentenced to undergo two or deals with wild beasts. John Bruce, an American, saves her life. The elephant which carries her from the sceno of her trials runs away, separating her from the rest of the party. After a ride filled with peril Kathlyn takes refuge in a ruined temple but her haven is also the abode of a lion and she is forced to flee from it. She finds a retreat in the Jungle, only to fall into the hands of slave trad ers, who bring her to Ailaha to the pubic mart. She is sold to Umballa, Who. finding her still unsubmissive, throws her into the dungeon with her father. Bruce and his friends efTect the release of Kathlyn and the colonel, and the fugitives are given shelter in the pal ace of Bala Khan. Supplied with camels and servants by that hospitable prince, the party endeavors to reach the coast, but is overpowered by a band of bri gands, and the encounter results in the colonel being delivered to Umballa. Kath lyn and Bruce escape from their captors and return to Ailaha, where Kathlyn learns that her father, while nominally king, is In reality a prisoner. Kathlyn rescues him. and once more they steal away from Ailaha, 'but return when they learn that Winnie, Kathlyn's young sis ter, has come to India. Umballa makes her a prisoner. She is crowned queen of Ailaha. Kathlyn. in disguise, gains ad mission to Winnie’s room, but is discov ered by Umballa. who orders that she be offered as a sacrifice to the god Jugger naut. She is rescued by the colonel and fits friends. CHAPTER XVIII. In the Arena. While Brace and two of his men Carried Kathlyn out of harm’s way to the shelter of the underbrush, where he liberated her, Ahmed drove Umbal la and his panic-stricken soldiers over the brow of the hill. Umballa could be distinguished by his robes and tur ban, but in the moonlight Ahmed and his followers were all qf a color, like cats in the dark. With mad joy in his heart Ahmed could not resist propel ling the furious regent down hill, using the butt of his rifle and pretending he did not know who it was he was theat ing with these indignities. And Um balla could not tell who his assailant was because he was given no oppor tunity to turn. “Soor!” Ahmed shouted. “Swine! Take that, and that, and that!” Stumbling on, Umballa cried out in pain; but he did not ask for mercy. “Soor! Tell your master, Durga Ram, how bites this gun butt as I shall tell mine the pleasure It gives me to administer It. Swine! Ha, you stum ble! Up with you!" Batter and bang! Doubtless Ahmed would have prolonged this delightful entertainment to the very steps of the palace, but a full troop of soldiers ap peared at the foot of the hill and Ah med saw that It was now his turn to take to his heels. "Swine!” with a parting blow which sent Umballa to his knees, “tell your master that If he harms the little mem sahib in the palace he shall die! Let him remember the warnings that he has received, and let him not forget what a certain dungeon holds!” Umballa staggered to his feet, his sight blinded with tears of pain. He was sober 'enough now, and Ahmed’s final words rang in his ears like a clamor of bells. “What a certain dun geon holds!” Stumbling down the hill, urged by Ahmed’s blows, only one thought occupied his mind: to wreak his vengeance for these indignities upon an innocent girl. But now a new fear entered his craven soul, craven as all cruel souls are. Some one knewf He fell into the arms of his troop ers and they carried him to a litter, thence to the palace. His back was covered with bruises, and but for the thickness of his cummerbund he must have died under the beating, which had been thorough and masterly. “What a certain dungeon holds!” In his chamber Umballa called for his peg of brandy and champagne, which for some reason did not take hold as usual. For the first time in his life Durga Ram, so-called Umballa, knew what agony was. But did it cause him to think with pity of the agonies he had caused them? Not in the least When Ahmed rejoined his people Kathlyn was leaning against her fath er's shoulder,- smiling wanly. “Where is Umballa?” cried Bruce, seizing Ahmed by the arm. "On the way to the palace!” Ahmed laughed and told what he had accom plished. Bruce raised his hands in anger. “But, sahib!” began Ahmed, not comprehending. “And, having him In your hands, you let him go!” Ahmed stood dumfounded. His jaw sagged, his rifle slipped from his hands and fell with a clank at his feet. “You are right, sahib. I am an un thinking fool. May Allah forgive me!” "We could have held him a hostage, and tomorrow morning we all could have left Allaha free, unhindered! God forgive you, Ahmed, for not think ing!” “In the heat of battle, sahib, one does not always think of the morrow.” But Ahmed's head fell and his chin touched his breast That he, Ahmed of the secret service, should let spite overshadow forethought and to be called to account for it! He was dis graced. “Never mind, Ahmed,” said Kathlyn kindly. “What is done Is done. We must find safety. We shall have to hide in the jungle tonight. And there is my sister. You should have thought, Ahmed.” “Umballa will not harm a hair of her head,” replied Ahmed, lifting his head. “Your work has filled his heart with venom,” declared Bruce hotly. “And my words, sahib, have filled his veins with water,” replied Ahmed, now smiling. “What do you mean?” demanded the colonel. “Ask Ramabal. Perhaps he will tell you.” “That," returned Ramabai, “Is of less importance" at this moment than the method to be used in liberating the daughter of Colonel Sahib. Listen. The people are angry because they were not permitted to be present at the sac rifice to Juggernaut. To pacify them Umballa will have to invent some amusement in the arena.” “But how will that aid us?” inter rupted the colonel. “Let us say, an exhibition of wild animals, with their trainers.” "Trainers?” “Yes. You, Colonel Sahib, and you, Kathlyn Memsahib, and you, Bruce Sa hib, will without difficulty act the parts.” “Good!” said Ahmed bitterly. “The three of them will rush into the royal box, seize Winnie Memsahib, and carry her ofT from under the very noses of Umballa, the Council and the soldiers!” “My friend Alyned is bitter,” said Ramabai patiently. “Ai, ai! I had Umballa in my hands and let him go! Pardon me, Ramabai; I am indeed bitter." “But who will suggest this animal scheme to Umballa?” inquired Bruce. “I.” Ramabai salaamed. “You will walk into the lion’s den?” “The jackal's,” Ramabai corrected. “God help me! If I only had a few men!” groaned the colonel, raising his hands to heaven. "You will be throwing away your life uselessly, Ramabai,” said Kath lyn. “No. ' Umballa and I will understand each other completely.” “Ramabai,” put in Ahmed, with his singular smile, “do you want a crime?” “For myself? No again. For my wife? That is a different matter.” “And the man in the dungeon?” ironically. Ramabai suddenly faced the moon and stared long and silently at the brilliant planet. In his mind there was conflict, war between right and ambi tion. He seemed to have forgotten those about him, waiting anxiously for him to speak. “Ramabai,” said Ahmed craftily, “at a word from you a thousand armed men will spring Into existence and within twelve hours set Pundita on yonder throne. Why do you hesitate to give the sign?” Ramabai wheeled quickly. “Ahmed, silence! I am yet an hon orable man. Y'ou know and I know how far I may go. Trifle with me no more.” Ahmed salaamed deeply. “Think not badly of me, Ramabai; but I am a man of action, and it galls me to wait.” “Are you wholly unselfish?” It was Ahmed's turn to address mute Inquiries to the moon. “What is all this palaver about?” Bruce came in between the two men impatiently. “God knows!” murmured the colo nel. “One thing I know, if we stand KatKIyn Disguised as a Bear Tamer. here much longer well all spend the rest of the night in prison.” There was wisdom in this. They marched away at once, following the path of the elephant and the loyal keepers. There was no pursuit Sol diers with purses filled with promises are not over-eager to face skilled marksmen. The colonel and his fol lowers, not being aware of this inde cision, proposed camping in the first spot which afforded protection from the chill of night, not daring to make for the bungalow, certain that it was being watched. In this they were wise, for a cordon of soldiers (with some thing besides promises in their purses) surrounded the camp on the chance that its owner might hazard a return. “Now, Ramabai, what is your plan?” asked the colonel, as he wrapped Kath lyn in the howdah blanket. “We are to pose as animal trainers. Good. What next?” "A trap and a tunnel.” “Ah!" "There used to be one. A part of It caved in four or five years ago. It can be re-excavated in a night The men who do that shall be my own. Your animals will be used. To Kath lyn Memsahib your pet leopards will be as play fellows. She has the eye, and the voice, and the touch. She shall be veiled to her eyes, with a bit of ochre on her forehead. Who will recognize her?” “The sight of you, Ramabai, will cause him to suspect” “That remains in the air. There must be luck in it” "If Umballa can be lured to drink his pegs.” Then, with an impatient gesture, Ahmed added: "Folly! What! Umballa and the Council will not rec ognize the Colonel Sahib’s hair, the memsahib’s golden head?” “In the go-down of Lai Singh, the cobbler, there are many things, even wigs and false beards,” retorted Ra mabai slyly. Ahmed started, then laughed. “You are right. Ramabai. So then we have wigs and beards. Go on.” He was sitting cross-legged and rock ing back and forth. “After the tricks are done Kathlyn Memsahib will throw aside her veil and stand revealed, to Umballa, to the Council, to the populace.” Bruce jumped to his feet. “Be patient, Bruce Sahib,” reproved Ramabai. “I am not yet done.” Bruce sat down again, and K&thlyn stole a glance at his lean, unhappy face. How she longed to touch it, to smooth away the lines of care! The old camaraderie was gone; there seemed to be some invisible barrier between them now. “She will discover herself, then,” proceeded Ramabai. “Umballa will at once start to order her capture, when she shall stay him by crying that she is willing to face the arena lions. Remember, there will be a trap and a tunnel.” “And outside?” said Ahmed, still doubting. “There will be soldiers, my men. But they will at that moment be else where.” “If you have soldiers, then, why not slip them into the palace and have them take the young memsahib by force?” “My men are not permitted to enter the palace, Ahmed. Umballa is afraid of them. To go on. Winnie Mem sahib will stand up and exclaim that she will join her sister to prove that she is no less brave.” “But the lions!”—from Bruce. From his point of view the plan was as ab surd as it was impossible. Ramabai, however, knew his people and Bruce did not. “Always remember the trap and the tunnel, Bruce Sahib. At the entrance of the lions the trap will fall. Inside the tunnel will be the Colonel Sahib and Bruce Sahib. Outside will be Ah med and the brave men he had with him this night. And all the road free to the gates!” Ah, for those thousand men! sighed Ahmed. “I cannot forget them.” “Nor I the dungeon-keep,” replied Ramabai. “I must go my own way. Of the right and wrong of it you are not concerned, Ahmed.” “By the Lord!” exclaimed the colo nel, getting up. "I begin to under stand. He is alive, and they hold him there in a den, vile like mine was. Alive!” “Umballa did not put him there. It was the politics of the Council; and this is the sword which Umballa holds over their heads. And if I sum moned my thousand men their zeal for me . . “Pardon, Ramabai!” cried Ahmed, contritely. “Pardon!” “Ah! finally you understand?” “Yes. You are not only a good man but a great one. It you gave the sign to your men ihere would be no one in yonder dungeon-keep . . . alive!” •“They know, and I could not stay tempest once I loosed it. There, that is all. That is the battle I have fought and won.” The colonel reached down and of fered his hand. “Ramabai, you’re a man.” “Thanks, sahib. And I tell you this: I love my people. I was born among them. They are simple and easily led. I wish to see them happy, but I cannot step over the dead body of one who was kind to me. And this I add: When you, my friends, are free, ] will make him free also. Young men are my followers, and in the blood of the young there is much heat. My plan may appear to you weak and absurd, but I know my people. Besides, it is our only chance." “Well. Ramabai, we will try your plan, though I do so half heartedly. So many times have we escaped, only to be brought back. I am tired, In the heart, in the mind, in the body. I want to lie down somewhere and sleep for days.” Kathlyn reached out, touched his hand and patted it She knew. The pain and terror in his heart were not born of his own miseries, but of tt.eirs, hers and Winnie’s. “Why doesn’t my brain snap?” she queried Inwardly. “Why doesn’t the thread break? Why can’t I pry and laugh and grow hysterical like other women?" “I shall take charge of everything,” continued Ramabai. “Your tribulations affect my own honor. None of you must be seen, however; not even you, Ahmed. I shall keep you informed. Ahmed will instruct the keepers to obey me. No harm will come to them, since no one can identify them as hav ing been Umballa’s assailants. My wife will not be molested in any way for remaining at the bungalow.” Without another word Ramabai curled himself up and went'to sleep; and one by one the others followed his example. Bruce was last to close his eyes. He glanced moodily round, noted the guards patrolling the boundaries of their secluded camp; and then he looked down at Kathlyn. Only a bit of her forehead was exposed. One brown, shapely hand clutched the howdah blanket. A patch cf moon shine touched her temple. Silently he stooped and laid a kiss upon the hand, then crept over to Ahmed and lay down with his back to the Moham medan’s. After awhile the hand clutching the howdah blanket slid under and finally nestled beneath the owner’s chin. But Winnie could not sleep. Every sound brought her to an upright po sition; and tonight the palace seemed charged with mysterious noises. The muttering of the cockatoo, the tinkle of the fountain as the water fell into the basin, the scrape and slither of sandals beyond the lattice partitions, the rattle of a gun butt somewhere in the outer corridors—these sounds she heard. Once she thought she heard the sputter of rifle shots afar, but she was not sure. Kit, beautiful Kit! O, they would not, could not let her die! And she had came into this land with her mind aglow with fairy stories! One of the leopards in the treasury corridors roared, and Winnie crouched into her cushions. What were they going to do to her? For she under stood perfectly that she was only a prisoner and that the crown meant nothing at all so far as authority was concerned. She was the veriest pup pet. W’hat with Ahmed’s disclosures and Kathlyn’s advice she knew that she was nothing more than a helpless pawn in this oriental game of chess. At any moment she might be removed from the board. fane became tense again, sne neara the slip-slip of sandals in the corri dor, a key turned in the lock. The door opened, and in the dim light she saw Umballa. He stood by the door, silently con templating her. “What a certain dun geon holds!” still eddied through the current of his thoughts. Money, money! He needed it; it was the only barrier between him and the end, which at last he began to see. Money, baskets and bags of it, and he dared not go near. May the fires of hell bum eternally in the bones of these greedy soldiers, his only hope! His body ached; liquid fire seemed to have taken the place of blood In his veins. His back and shoulders were a mass of bruises. Beaten with a gun butt, driven, harried, cursed—he, Dur ga Ram! A gun butt in the hands of a low caste! He had not only been beaten; he had been dishonored and defiled. His eyes flashed and his fin gers closed convulsively, but he was sober. To take yonder white throat in his hands! It was true; he dared not harm a hair of her head! “Your sister Kathlyn perished under the wheels of the car of Juggernaut” Winnie did not stir. The aspect of the man fascinated her as the near ness of a cobra would have done. Vipers not only crawled in this ten rible land; they walked. One stung with fangs and the other with words. “She is dead, and tomorrow your father dies.” The disheveled appearance of the man did not in her eyes confirm this. Indeed, the longer she gazed at him the more strongly convinced she be came that ho was lying. But wisely she maintained her silence. “Dead,” he repeated. “Within a week you shall be my wife. You know. They have told you. I want money, and by all the gods of Hind, yours shall be the hand to give it to me. Marry me, and one week after I will give you the means of leaving Alla ha. W’ill you marry me?” “Yes.” The word slipped over Win nie’s lips faintly. She recalled Ah CHINA’S MOST ANCIENT CITY Sianfu Believed to Have Been a Metropolis Two Thousand Years Before Rome. Sianfu is probably tno most vener able city in China, and perhaps has had a longer continuous existence than Athens and Luxor. The Chinese themselves believe with some warranty that it was flourishing 2,000 years be fore Rome was founded. On the one hand, its story touches the first ap pearance of the Chinese race; on the other, it was again brought into a fore front of Chinese history when the late Empress Dowager Tzuhsi sought within its wall a refuge from the troops of the allies. It has been the stronghold of many monarchs, the bul wark against many revolts and inva sions and the shelter of many reli gions. Sianfu became a great city because it stood In the province of Shensi and, therefore, on the borders of the Illim itable deserts and rolling uplands whence came successive hordes of barbarians to threaten the peace of the Flowery Land. It has never lost its protective character, and 40 years ago the great Mohammedan rebellion vainly spent Its strength against It Nor has Its strength entirely van ished. Its mighty walls, though use leas against modern artillery, are far more formidable, and now in better re pair, than those of Peking. It3 popu lation is variously estimated, but is numbered by the hundred thousand. Not Worth It “So you saw the woman drop her purse,” said Mr. Marks to his friend, “but lost her in the crowd. Did you advertise?” “Oh, yes," said Mr. Parks, "but I didn't get an answer. I put this in the papers: ‘If the plain woman about forty-five years of age wearing a dress and hat of last year’s style, who lost a purse containing $4.50 on Twenty-sec ond street on Saturday will apply to -, the property will be returned.’ ” “Good heavens, man!" said Mr. Marks. “No wonder you didn’t get an answer. No woman in the world would own up to that description for $4.60.** Cromwell’s Ironsides. Cromwell’s soldiers, known as the ‘‘Ironsides," were the moral elite of the nation—not “ragamuffins and tap sters.” They were rigor! sts of the first water, but were more strict toward themselves than toward oth ers. They never drank, never swore, never indulged for a moment in sensu ality or idleness, and were never once defeated in battle. med’s advice; to humor the man, to play for time; but she knew that if he touched her she must scream. “Keep that word. Your father and sister are fools.” Winnie trembled. They were alive, Kit and her father; this man had lied. Alive! O, she would not bo afraid of any ordeal now. They were alive, and, more than that, they were free. “I will keep my word when the time comes,” she replied clearly. “They are calling me Durga Ram the Mad. Beware, then, for madmen do mad things.” The door opened and shut behind him, and she heard the key turn and the outside bolt click into its socket. They were alive and free, her loved ones! She knelt upon the cushions, her eyes uplifted. Alone, with a torch in hia shaking hand, Umballa west down into the prison, to the row of dungeons. In the door of one was a sliding panel. He pulled this back and peered within. Something lay hidden in a corner. He Winnie Insists on Joining Her Sister In the Arena. drew the panel back into its place, climbed the worn steps, extinguished the torch, and proceeded to his own home, a gift of his former master, standing just outside the royal con fines. Once there, he had slaves anoint his bruised back and shoulders with unguents, ordered his peg, drank it, and lay down to sleep. On the morrow he was somewhat daunted upon meeting Ramabai in the corridor leading to the throne room, where Winnie and the Council were gathered. He started to summon the guards, but the impassive face of his enemy and the menacing hand stayed the call. “You are a brave man, Ramabai, to enter the lion’s den in this fashion. You shall never leave here alive.” “Yes, Durga Ram. I shall depart as I came, a free man.” “You talk like that to me?” furi ously. "Even so. Shall I go out on the balcony and declare that I know what a certain dungeon holds?” Umballa’s fury vanished, and sweat ooaed from his palms. “You?” “Yes, I know. A truce! The people are muttering and murmuring against you because they were forbidden to attend your especial Juggernaut. Best for both of us that they be quieted and amused.” "Ramabai, you shall never wear the crown.” “I do not want it.” ‘‘Nor shall your wife.” Ramabai did not speak. “You shall die first!” “War or peace?" asked RamabaL “War!” “So be it I shall proceed to strike the first blow.” Ramabai turned and began to walk toward the window opening out upon the balcony; but Umballa bounded after him, realizing that Ramabai would do as he threatened, declare from the balcony what he knew. “Wait! A truce for 48 hours.” “Agreed. I have a proposition to make before you and the Council. Let us go in.” Before the Council (startled as had Umballa been at Ramabai’s appear ance) he explained his plan for the pacification and amusement of the people. Umballa tried to find flaws in it; but his brain, befuddled by nu merous pegs and disappointments, saw nothing. And when Ramabai produced his troupe of wild animal trainers not even Winnie recognized them. But during the argument be tween Umballa and the Council as to the date of the festivities Kathlyh raised the corner of her veil. It was enough for Winnie. In the last few days she had learned self-control; and there was scarcely a sign that she saw Kit and her father, and they had the courage to come here' in their efforts to rescue her! It was finally arranged to give the exhibition the next day, and messen gers were dispatched forthwith to no tify the city and the bazaars. A dozen times Umballa eyed Ramabai's back, murder in his mind and fear in his heart. Blind fool that he had been not to have seen this man in his true light and killed him. Now, if he hired assassins, he could not trust them, his purse was again empty. Ramabai must have felt the gaze, for once he turned and caught the eye of Umballa, approached and whis pered: “Durga Ram, wherever I go I am followed by watchers who would die for me. Do not waste your money on hired assassins.” As the so-called trainers were de parting Kathlyn managed to drop at Winnie’s feet a little ball of paper which the young sister maneuvered to secure without being observed. She was advised to have no fear of the lions in the arena, to be ready to join Kathlyn in the arena when she signified the moment. Winnie would have en tered a den of tigers had Kathlyn no advised her. (TO BE CONTINUED.) One XTl more cup^ — smacking hot—of Van Houten’s Rona Cocoa will not hurt like too much coffee. 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Doting fathers, uncles and aunts sat about, and when the lesson had been completed, and proper praise had been bestowed, little Willie looked confidedtly at his audience, and with a shake of his little curls, said, "Res ervoir!” There w as a general disposl I tlon to laugh, which culminated in a universal guffaw when little Katrina, equal to the emergency, piped out: “T’anks! T’anks!”—“Affairs at Wash ington,” Joe Mitchell Chappie, in Na tional Magazine. Prisoners of War. Already a large number of German prisoners have been taken by ti lies. In the Franco-Ge:'m^n-^,ar rj{ 1870, the FYench prisoners re®c’'*« «j,. extraordinary total of 21,5(>Xf«^ijr-rs 4 and 702,048 men. Of these lefrly 250, 000 were the Paris garrison, d^nd over 90,000 represented the I'rench troops disarmed and interned in Switzerland. Prisoners of war are always an em barrassment and a source of consid erable worry and expense, though their numbers are frequently lessened by interchange of prisoners taken by the enemy. TAKE SALTS TO FLUSH KIDNEYS IF BACK HURTS Says Too Much Meat Forms Uric Acid Which Clogs the Kidneys and Irritates the Bladder. Most folks forget that the kidneys, like the bowels, get sluggish and clog ged and need a flushing occasionally, else we have backache and dull misery in the kidney region, severe head aches, rheumatic twinges, torpid liver, acid stomach, sleeplessness and all sorts of bladder disorders. You simply must keep your kidneys active and clean, and the moment you feel an ache or pain in the kidney region, get about four ounces of Jad Salts from any good drug store here, take a tablespoonful in a glass of water before breakfast fo:r a few days and your kidneys will then act fine. This famous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, cont ained with lithia, and is harmless to flush clogged kidneys and stimulate them to normal activity. It also neu tralizes the acids in the urine so It no longer irritates, thus ending blad der disorders. Jad Salts is harmless; inexpensive; makes a delightful effervescent lithia vater drink which everybody should take now and then to keep their kid neys clean, thus avoiding serious com plications. A well-known local druggist says he sells lots of Jad Salts to folks who be lieve in overcoming kidney trouble while it is only trouble.—Adv. Well, Isn't It? Willie—Paw, what is sheet music? Paw—Snoring, my son.—Cincinnati Enquirer. Be an optimist and save up a little sunshine for a cloudy day. Constipation Vanishes Forever Carters ITTLE IVER PILLS. Prompt Relief—Permanent Cure CARTER’S LITTLE LIVER PILLS never fail. Purely vegeta- i ile — act surely sut gently on die liver, stop after iinner dis tress-cure ' indigestion," improve the complexion, brighten the eyes. SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SM\LL PRICE. Genuine must bear Signature w. N. u„ OMAHA, NO. 1-1915.