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. Noth
ing better to clear the skin of pimples,
blotches, redness and roughness, the
scalp of dandruff and itching and the
hands of chapping and soreness.
Sample each free by mail with 32-p.
Skin Book. Address postcard, Cuticura,
Dept. Y, Boston. Sold everywhere. Adv.
Her Portrait.
The painstaking artist, anxious to
please, remarked to a prospective cus
tomer:
“I can paint you a portrait of your
wife which will be a speaking like
ness.”
“H’m—couldn’t you do it in what
they call still life?”—Lippincott’s Mag
azine.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTOR1A, a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
No Reason.
“But I cannot understand why you
say no; your mother has no objection
to your marrying me?”
“No; and i have not the slightest ob
jection to my mother marrying you, so
there you are."—Houston Post.
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.
Big red—half-pound
can—
25c
Beauty
Is Only Skin Deep
It is vitally nec
essary there
fore, that you
take good care
of your skin.
ZONA POMADE
if used regularly will beautify and
preserve your complexion and help
you retain the bloom of early youth
for many years. Try it for 30
days. If not more than satisfied
you get your money back. 50c
at druggists or mailed direct.
Zona Company, Wichita, Kan.
SHOWING OFF” CHILDREN
Washington Youngsters Proved Them
selves Amusingly Adept at "Get
Quick” Foreign Language.
They had but recently arrived In
Washington, and in order to fit them
selves to shine in diplomatic circles
were taking especial pains to acquire
a certain fluency and understanding
of foreign languages.
Little Willie had heard so much
about the "get-quick foreign language”
habit that when he and his little neigh
bor were called upon to give an ex
hibition of their progress in modern
languages, they were quite ready to
do so. 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.
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