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Tic Adventures of Katllyn By HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Picturea trout the Moving Picture Production, ot the Sellg Polyscope Oh 8YN0PSI8. _ Kathlyn Hara, believing her father, CoL Hare. In peril, has summoned her, leaves her home In California to go to him In Allah*. 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 Allaha, Kathlyn Is informed by Umballa that, bar 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 scene of her trials runs away, separating her from the rest of the party. After a ride tilled with peril Kathlyn takes refuge In a ruined temple but her haven la also the abode of a lion and she Is foroed 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 Allaha to the public mart. She Is sold to Umballa, who. finding her still unsubmissive, throws her Into the dungeon with her father. Bruce and his friends effect 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 la overpowered by a band of bri gand^ and ths encounter results In the colonel being delivered to Umballa, Kath lyn and Bruce escape from thler captors and return to Allaha, where Kathlyn learns that her father, while nominally king, is In reality a prisoner. Kathlyn rescues him, and once more they steal away from Allaha, 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 Allaha. 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 his friends. Kathlyn. disguised as an ani mal trainer, takes part In a public exhi bition. CHAPTER XV111—Continued. Matters came to pass as Ramabat had planned: the night work in the arena, the clearing of the tunnel, the making of the trap, the perfecting of all the details of escape. Ahmed would be given charge of the exit, Lai Bingh of the r*>ad, and All (Bruce’s manl would arrange that outside the city there should be no barriers. All because Ramabai thought more of his conscience than of his ambitions for Pundita. And when, late in the afternoon, the exhibition was over, Kathlyn stepped upon the trap, threw aside her veil, and revealed herself to the spectators. For all her darkened skin they recog nized her, and a deep murmur ran round the arena. Kathlyn, knowing how volatile the people were, extended her hands toward the royal box. When the murmurs died away she spoke in Hindustani: ’T will face the arena lions!” The murmurs rose again, gaining such volume that they became roars, which the disturbed beasts took up and augmented. Again Kathlyn made a sign for si lence, and added: “Provided my sister stands at my side!” To this Umballa said no. The mul titudes shouted defiance. In the arena they were masters, even as the popu lace in the old days of Rome were masters of their emperors. Winnie, comprehending that this was her cue, stepped forward in the box and signified by gestures that she would join her sister. The roaring began again, but this time it had the quality of cheers. A real spectacle! To face the savage African lions unarmed! A fine spec tacle! Winnie was lowered from the box, and as her feet touched the ground she ran quickly to Kathlyn's side. "Winnie, I am standing on a trap. When it sinks be not alarmed.” “My Kit!” cried Winnie, squeezing her adored sister’s hand. The arena was cleared, and the doors to the lions’ dens were opened. The great maned African lion stood for a moment blinking in the sunshine. One of them roared out his displeas ure, and saw the two women. Then all of them loped toward what they sup posed were to be their victims. That night in the bazaars they said that Umballa was warring in the face of the gods. The erstwhile white queen of the yellow hair was truly a great magician. For did she not cause the earth to open up and swallow her sis ter and herself? CHAPTER XIX. The Uprising. through the tunnel, into the street, ftto the care of Ahmed and Lai Singh, then hurriedly to the house of Rama bai. The fact that they had to pro ceed to R&mabai's was a severe blow to Bruce and the colonel. They had expected all to be mounted the instant they came from the tunnel, a swift, unobstructed flight to the gate and freedom. But Ahmed could not And his elephants. Too late he learned that the mahouts he had secretly en gaged had misunderstood his instruc tions and had stationed themselves Bear the main entrance to the arena! The cursing and railing against }ate is a futile thing, never bearing fruit; so Ramabai suggested his house till transportation could be secured. They perfectly understood that they could not remain in the house more than a few hours, for Umballa would surely send his men every where, and quite possibly first of all to Ramabai'a. Still Ramabai did not appear very much alarmed. There were secret stairways in his house that not even Pundita knew, and at a pinch he had a plan by which he could turn away investigation. Only in the direst need, though, did he intend to execute the plan. He wanted his'friends out of A Huh* without the shedding of any blood. “Well,” said Ahmed, angrily cast ing aside hla disguise, “well, Ramabai, th4« (a the crisis- Will you strikeT” Lai Singh’s wrinkled face lightened np with eagerness. “We are ready, Ramabai,” he said. "We?” Ramabai paused in his pacing to gaze keenly into the eyes of the •*M onsplralor. (Copyright by Harold U “Yea, we. For I, Lei Singh, propose to take toy stand at your right hand. I have not been idle. Everywhere your friends are evincing impatience. Ah, I know. You wish for a blood less rebellion; but that cannot be, not among our people. You have said that In their zeal your followers, if they knew, would sweep the poor old king out of your path. Listen. Shall we put him back on the throne, to per form some other road thing like this gift of his throne to the Colonel Sa hib r Ramabai, watched Intently by the two conspirators for the British raj and his white friends, paced back and forth, his hands behind his back, his head bent. He was a Christian, he was not only a Christian, he was a Hindu, and the shedding of blood was doubly abhorrent to his mind. "I am being pulled by two horses," he said. “Act quickly,” advised Ahmed; "one way or the other. Umballa will throw his men round the whole city and there will not be a space large enough for a rat to crawl through. And he will fight like a rat this time; mark me.” Ramabai paused suddenly in front of his wife and smiled down at her. "Pundita, you are my legal queen. It is for you to say what shall be done. I had in mind a republic.” Lai Singh cackled ironically. “Do not dream,” said Ahmed. "Com mon sense should tell you that there can be no republic in Allaha. There must be an absolute ruler, nothing less. Your majesty, speak,” he added, salaaming before Pundita. She looked wildly about the room, vainly striving to read the faces of her white friends; but their expressions were like stone Images. No help there, no guidance. “Is the life of a decrepit old man,” asked Lai Singh, “worth the lives of the white people who love and respect you?” Pundita rose and placed her hands upon her husband's shoulders. “We owe them our lives. Strike, Ramabai; but onljr if our need de mands it.” “Good,” said Lai Singh. “I’m off for the bazaars for the night. I will buy chupattles and pass them about, as they did in my father's time at Delhi in the great mutiny.” And he vanished. Have you ever witnessed the swarming of bees? Have you ever heard the hum and buzz of them? So looked and sounded the bazaars that night. At every intersection of streets and passages there were groups, buzzing and gesticulating. In the gutters the cocoanut oil lamps flickered, throwing weird shadows upon the walls, and squatting about the lamps the fruit sellers and candy sellers and cobblers and tailors jab bered and droned. Light women, with painted faces, went abroad boldly. And there was but one word on all these tongues: Magic! Could any human being pass through what this white woman had? No! She was the reincarnation of The Sietere Reunited. some forgotten goddess. They knew that, and Umballa would soon bring famine and plague and death among them. Whenever they uttered his name they spat to cleanse their mouths of the defilement. For the present the soldiers were his, and groups of them swaggered through the bazaars, chanting drunk enly and making speech with the light women and jostling honest men into the gutters. All these things Lai Singh saw and heard and made note of as he went from house to house among the chosen and told them to hold them selves in readiness, as the hour was near at hand. Followed the clicking of gunlocks and the rattle of car tridges. A thousand fierce youths ready for anything—death, or loot, or the beauties of the zenanas. For patri otism in southern Asia depends largely upon what treasures one may wring from It But how would they know the hour for the uprising? A servant would call and ask for chupatties. Good, And the meeting place? Ramabal's garden. It was well. They would be ready. Flicker-flicker went the lights; flick icOnth) • er-flicker went the tongues. And the peaceful oriental Btars looked down serenely. TJmballa remained In the palace, burning with the fires of murder. Mes senger after messenger came to report that the fugitives were still at large. Contrary to Ahmed’s expectations. Um balla did not believe that his ene mies would be foolhardy enough to seek refuge in the house of Ramabal. The four roads leading out of the city were watched, the colonel’s bungalow, and even the ruins of Bruce’s camp. They were Btill in the city, but where? A king's peg, and another, and Dm balla stormed, his heart filled with Dutch courage. Ramabal made his preparations in case the hunters entered the house. He opened a secret door which led into a large gallery, dim and dusty, but still beautiful. Ancient armor covered the walls—armor of the days when there existed in Delhi a peacock throne; armor inlaid with gold and silver and turquoise; and there were jewel lncrusted swords and daggers, a blazing helmet which one of Pun dita’s ancestors had worn when the Great Khan came thundering down from China. “Here,” said Ramabal to the colo nel," you will be safe. They might search for days without learning this room existed. There will be no need to remain here now. Time enough when my servant gives warning.” They filed out of the gallery solemn ly. And Kathlyn went out into the garden, followed by Bruce. ”Do you know,” said Kathlyn, “the sight of all that armor, old and still magnificent, seemed to awaken the recollection of another age to me?” He wanted to take her in his arms, but he waited for her to continue the thought. I wonder if in the dim past I was not an Amazon?" “I wonder, too,” he said. “It is marvelous how this horrid country has brought out in me things, emotions, and the like, that I never dreamed existed. Tonight I feel like a pagan. I want to put on one of those amazing chain armors, take a sword and go forth." She stretched out her arss and sud denly he caught them or 4 drew them down. “Kathlyn, we may or may not get out of this alive. I have my doubts, for all Ramabai's thousand guns. There will be desperate men about, taking whatever side promises the most loot; and they will be every where, like poisonous flies. Ood knows I ought not to speak, to say anything, but my heart is too full this night" She tried to draw away her hands. “I love you. Kathlyn!" “No, no!” She struggled back from him. “With all my heart and soul. You are as irresistible as breathing. And I waiit you for my wife, Kit!” “No, John! Perhaps my poor father is right A curse of some sort seems to be hanging over us. For look: how many times has everything looked bright, only to turn out like this! The cable saying that Winnie was on her way, the brigands, Ahmed’s long sleep, the mistake this afternoon of the mahouts. I wonder if my own God has forsaken us?" “Kit!" “No, no! I refuse to let you be dragged into this. I want you to go, to go now while there is time. I com mand It. As you say, we cannot tell what may happen. The rebellion may prove a fizzle; but, one way or the other, there will be death. I want you to leave us, for we are indeed ac cursed!” The man at her side laughed. To her ears it was the same laughter she had heard in the desert. In her heart she knew that he would not go. Was she glad? “My life Is mine, Kit," he said, re leasing her hands, “and I give it to you. But I promise not to speak of love again till you are safe and sound on the broad Pacific. There are Ah med and Lai Singh and Ramabai, and I will be their lieutenant. By the Lord Harry, besides yourself there is only one thing I want: my hand round the throat of the black devil who has caused all this. He seems to bear a charmed life. Never have I had a good opportunity to get near him. But pa tience!” “Let us return to father and Win nie,” she said. "Besides, perhaps 1 ought not to have come out here at all.” And Winnie! The change which had taken place in the child was the most remarkable of all to Kathlyn. Winnie was a woman, quiet, brave, un murmuring, and Kathlyn now real ized that the child had been flighty simply because they had coddled her and given way to her whims in the old days. The old days! Ah, could either of them ever go back to the placid, humdrum contentment of home after all this strife? During this talk in the garden Um balla had not been Inactive. The white people could not possibly have left the city; they were still within the walls. For all that he had rea soned shrewdly regarding the house of Ramabai, he could not dismiss the possibility from his mind. So at length he ordered his captain of the guard, roughly and with curses—for Umballa was not pleasant in his cups —to proceed at once to the house of Ramabai and learn if they were there, or had been; to bastinado all the serv ants in the house till the truth was dragged from their UpB. Dead or alive! The captain salaamed and departed with his men. He was the same cap tain whom Umballa weeks before had marked for death because of his in iolence. But the regent had found 1 llm so necessary that he dared not harm the man till real quiet was fully estored In Allaha. And well the cap tain knew this; knew that his master was only biding his time and that once Umballa had his desires his (the cap tain’s) throat would not be worth a copper piece. But the captain was a gambler, and Umballa’s rupees were as necessary to him as air and water. Still, if Umballa had hidden fangs, so had he. Let the regent strike. As Bruce and Kathlyn reached the door leading Into the house they were met by Ramabal, whose face was grave. "Ah, memsahib. you ought not to have come out here. You might be seen. Perhaps Umballa Is merely playing with us, cat and mouse wise.’* He might have had more at his tongue’s end, but he was destined not to utter It. The gate was flung open violently and the servant who had been watching the street burst In with the cry: "Soldiers!" The colonel, Winnie and Pundlta ap peared. For a moment they believed that Ramabal was going to guide them Kathlyn in Armor. to the secret gallery. But suddenly he raised his hand and stared boldly at the gate. And by that sign Bruce and the colonel understood; Ramabal had taken up the dice to make his throw. The two men put their hands to their revolvers and waited. Soon the captain and his men came rushing In only to stop short at a sign from Ramabal. “Captain,'' he began, “Is Durga Ram a good master? Does he keep his promises?” The captain turned and eyed his men. "Does he look out for your welfare as an honest man should, or does he simply use you as his tools and dupes? For what does he want the soldiery? To guard the weak and the oppressed from the strong, or to fortify himself In such a manner that it will be easy for him to take what money he wishes and flee? Is he a good master who persecutes for his own ends?” "Ramabai,” said the captain, ' speak out your thought frankly and clearly.” Thus challenged, Ramabai said: "Join our side, and tomorrow at dawn we will strike a blow for the better ment of Allaha!” ' “And what of the old man in the dungeon?” dryly. “Wait till we overthrow Umballa and the cowardly Council; then we shall speak of him. Well?” proudly and fearlessly. "Ramabal,” replied the captain, “I, too, will be frank. I will be loyal to the hand that pays me best, for I am not an Allahan by birth. I am a mercenary. I have said it.” “Be with me on the morrow and I promise out of my own chest will I pay you your arrears and earnest money for the future. On the other hand, what will you gain by talcing us prisoners to Umballa?” “My lord’s word is known. I my self will take charge of the alfalrs at the palace; and Umballa sball go to the burning ghats. I will announce to him that I found you not When you arrive at the palace you will find everything In readiness. But till you come I dare not lift a hand." And at that moment he meant every word he said. Ramabal was the rich est man in Allaha. He turned again to his men, to And that they were ready to follow Ramabal anywhere and at any time. Ahmed, who knew the Asiatic heart thoroughly, could scarcely repress a smile. No matter. If they proved loyal to Ramabal on the morrow much would be forgiven. The captain and his men departed, while Ramabal and his friends reen tered the house, to find the Imper turbable Lai Singh decked out In hts lawful- finery. He was Ramabai’s right hand, and the British ra] vanished Into nothingness. “All Is ready,” he announced. “Dawn,” replied Ramabal. “The servant goes forth for the chupattlea.” Dawn. The garden waa filled with silent armed men. With Ramabai in the secret gallery were the chiefs. Ra mabai indicated the blazing swords “My friends, choose among these weapons. The gems are nothing, but the steel is tried and true." Lai Singh selected the simplest, sa laamed, and slid the scabbard through his cummerbund. As for Kathlyn, she could not keep her eyes off tbe beautiful chain cuirass which had once upon a time been worn by one of Pundlta’s forbears, a war rlor queen. "Beautiful, beautiful!” she ex claimed. "Pundita, may I put it on! And tell me the story of the warrioi queen. To be brave like that, to fight side by side with the man she loved!” She put the cuirass on. Quite involuntarily her eyes roved to Bruce, who was staring at her like one entranced. The hearts of both ol them leaped, but their lips remained mute. There was, however, a message in the eyes which each read with equal clearness. Oh, to be tree, to be back in the old familiar world! Lowly Pundita told the story. Ae she unfolded the tale Kathlyn ex perienced a strange exhilaration, un like anything she had previously known. She wanted to snatch down one of the swords, start out for the palace, to stand in the midst of bat tle. And the odd part of it was this exhilaration was not transient; it grew and expanded magically, like a fakir’s peepul tree. The sky was yellow when the little army started off upon its desperate emprise. A guard was left behind for the women. “God be with you,” said Kathlyn, ae she gave her hand to Bruce. "Kathlyn, I'm afraid of you,” he said earnestly. In what way: “What made you put on that chain armor? And your eyes look so strange! Ah, promise me that you will stay here and obey the men left to guard you! You know the way to the secret armory. Fly to It at the first sound of firing. No one knows how this is go lng to end. I would not give a rupee for the word of any soldier in Allaha Promise, or I shall not be able to keep my mind on what is before me.” “I promise that only in the matter of life and death will I stir. Oh,’ impulsively, “why was l’ not bora a man!” “I much prefer you as you are.’ He smiled, kissed her hand, and took his place among the eager revolution ists. "Kit,” said Winnie when the worn en were alone, “Kit, that man loves you!” “And, Winnie, girl, if anything happens to him it will kill me!” Katb lyn wrapped her arms about her sis ter. Pundita solemnly gave each of the girls a dagger. "What is this for?” Kathlyn asked. "If my lord fails there will be worse things than death in store for us.’' Pundita was again the fatalist “Mj husband strikes openly now. He must win or die." War! Rebellion! Great clamoi and shouting before the palace stairs! "Give us Umballa and the Council!” “Give us the gutter rat. Durga Ram!” "We will bury him with the swine!" “Umballa!" From one end of the city to the other there was turmoil. Umballa heard the shouting and at first did not understand; but soon the truth came to him. The city was in revolt. He summoned what servants he could trust and armed them. And when the captain of the guard entered to seize Umballa he was himself over powered. The dispatch with which this was accomplished stunned the sol diers. who knew not what to do with out their leader. (TO BE CONTINUED.) No Fre*h Air for Hire' No doctor would ever have made Lord Brampton—be8t remembered as Sir Henry Hawkins—subscribe to the new theory that it is beneficial to sit in a draft. "Few people had greater objection to fresh air than Hawkins,” writes Mr. J. A. Foote, K. C. “At one time he had a sort of movable sentry box constructed for his use in court, in order to prevent any possibility of a draft. He once expressed his preference for suffoca tion rather than chill on the ground that it was a slower death.”—London Chronicle. Linen Weaving In Bohemia. One of the oldest and most Im portant industries of northern Bohe mia is that of linen weaving, which furnishes employment under favor able conditions to fully 25,000 people who are so skilled and clever in the production of fine linens that these goods are favorably known and find a ready market in all parta of the world Flour Weevil. Sometimes weevils and so-called bugs found by a housekeeper in her flour are there because of carelessness in keeping the flour bins clean. Gen erally, however, these peats come from the mill from which the flour or meal was purchased. To avoid criti cism in this connection, millers should not only practise the greatest care in keeping the mills clean, but resort occasionally to fumigation. Hydro cyanic acid is the best agent for this purpose, since it in no way injures dry mill products of any kind, and the fact that it is extremely poisonous makes one very careful in handling it Trees 700 Years Old. Observations and records as to the general age of trees have shown that the pine tree attains 700 years as a maximum length of life; 425 years is regarded as the allotted span of the silver fir; the larch lives, as a rule, about 275 years; the red beech, 245: the aspen, 210; the birch, 200; th' ash. 170; the elder. 145; the elm, 13Q BENEFIT OF GOOD HIGHWAYS Main Market Roadc Reach Majority of Producing Areas and When Im proved Land Values Increase. The road-bulldlng specialists of the United States department of agricul ture in bulletin No. 136, entitled “Highway Bonds." have the following to say about the benefit of a well-con structed highway to property owners whose property is not directly on the road to be improved: In planning the highway system or the main market roads it will be found necessary to omit many roads the im provement of which Is greatly desired by abutting landowners. The fact that such property holders must pay a tax for the bond issue is only an apparent injustice, for if the highway system Is well planned the entire county will feel the benefits of the improvement. As a rule, main market roads reach the majority of producing areas, and when they are improved all land val ues tend to increase. The fact that citieB and larger towns a.n frequently taxed for bond issues to build highways outside of their own limits is sometimes made a Improved Road In the Woods. point of debate in bond elections. It is argued that because a large part of the county wealth is within the cor porate limit of such cities and towns highway bond money should also be used to construct their streets. It is even urged that the expenditure should be made proportionate to the assessed valuation within the city lim its. If the proceeds of highway bond issues were distributed in this way, their purpose in many cases would be defeated. The primary object of the county highway bond issue is to build county market roads and not to improve city streets, although a high percentage of the assessed valu ation may be city property. It is now known that the expenditure of city taxes on county roads is a sound prin ciple and that it is one of the best features of state ^jd for highways. In Massachusetts the city of Boston pays possibly 40 per cent of the to tal state highway fund, but not a mile of state-aid highway has been built within its limits. New York city valso pays about 60 per cent of the cost of the state highway bonds. Some state laws prohibit the expenditure of proceeds of state highway bonds with in corporate limits of cities or towns. The improvement of market roads results in improved marketing condi tions, which benefit \he city. Most cities are essentially dependent upon the surrounding country for their pros perity and development. The devel opment of suburban property for res idence purposes is also dependent upon highway conditions, and it is becoming evident yearly that what ever makes for an increase in rural population must be encouraged. Since the introduction of motor traffic coun try highways are used to an increas ing extent by city residents. In fact, the cost of maintaining many country highways has been greatly increased by the presence of city-owned motor vehicles. The general advance in fa cilities for doing country business from town headquarters when roads are improved is no inconsiderable fac tor in the commercial life of the com munity. Benefits of Wide Tires. On the common earth roads and in the fields horses can on an average pull 50 per cent more load on a wide tired wagon than one with narrow tires. In other words, two horses can pull as much load on the wide tires as three can on a narrow-tiTed wagon. The wide tires help pack the road, the narrow tires cut ruts. Good Road Building. One of the secrets of good road building is the perfectly rounded and well drained crown. Value of Warm Barna. Dairymen having warm barns and abundance of skim milk, can raise the fall and early winter calves with less trouble and with scarcely any expense as no feed will have to be bought and there Is plenty of time to feed and care for the little fellows. Feed for Dairy Cows. Clover hay is a very good feed and cotton-seed hulls rather poor for dairy cows. Cotton seed hulls can be used as a filler, but they do not furnish very much milk-making material. “CflSCARETS" ACT No sick headache, biliousness, bad taste or constipation by morning. Get a 10-cent box. Are you keeping your bowels, liver and stomach clean, pure and fresh with Cascarets, or merely forcing a passageway every few days with Salts, Cathartic Pills, Castor Oil or Purgative Waters? Stop having a bowel wash-day. Let Cascarets thoroughly cleanse and reg ulate the stomach, remove the sour and fermenting food and foul gases, take the excess bile from the liver and carry out of the system all the constipated waste matter and poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will make you feel great by morning They work while you sleep—never gripe, sicken or cause any inconvenience, and cost only 10 cents a box from your store Millions of men and women take a Cascaret now and then and never have Headache, Biliousness, Coated Tongue, Indigestion, Sour Stomach or Constipation. Adv. WHERE SHE DREW THE LINE Colored Lady Would Not Stand for Any Dickering With New-Fangled Religion. “How is your husband?" asked Mrs. Wells of her colored washwoman. "Porely, porely, ma’am. He's laid up with a misery in his back, but he's mighty glad it ain’t no toothache. He never could stand toothache.” "Too bad!" sympathized the lady "Did the clothes fit him that my hus band sent over?” “No’m,” was the regretful reply “No’m, they didn’t. They was toe bffe He had to gib them to his brother Eph. He was mighty glad they tit Epb.« though.” “Dear me! I'm sorry the clothes did not fit him. Has he worked any lately?” "No'm, he ain't. ’Pears like he can't get work. Says he's glad, though, that times is gettin' better.” “Well, I declare!” said Mrs. Wells greatly interested. "Your husband must be a regular optimist!” “No, indeed, he ain’t!” denied Aunt Matty, indignantly. “He’s a Method ist, an’ if he was to jine one of them new-fangled religions I’d get a di vorce.”—Judge. STOP EATING MEAT IF KIDNEYS OR BACK HURT Take a Glass of Salts to Clean Kid neys If Bladder Bothers You— Meat. Forms Uric Acid. Eating meat regularly eventually produces kidney trouble in some form o- other, says a well-known authority, because the uric acid in meat excites the kidneys, they become overworked; get sluggish; clog up and cause all sorts of distress, particularly backach and misery in the kidney region; rheu matic twinges, severe headaches, acid stomach, constipation, torpid liver, sleeplessness, bladder and urinary ir ritation. The moment your back hurts or kid neys aren't acting right, or if bladder bothers you, get about four ounces of Jad Salts from any good pharmacy; take a tablespoonful in a glass of water before breakfast for a few days and your kidneys will then act fine This famous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, con: bined with lithia, and has been used for generations to flush clogged kid neys and stimulate them to normal activity; also to neutralize the acids in the urine so it no longer irritates, thus ending bladder disorders. Jad Salts cannot injure anyone; makes a delightful effervescent lithia water drink which millions of men and women take now and then to keep the kidneys and urinary organs clean, thus avoiding serious kidney disease.—Adv Boarding-House Statistics. It was dinner time at Mrs. Meant leigh's high-class boarding establish ment. “Well,” said the statistical boarder, leaning back in his chair, "we have at this meal the representatives of two widely separated generations.” "How is that?” asked the inquisitive boarder, rising to the occasion. “Why, the hen we have been trying to eat was in all probability, the great-great-grandmother of this ome let!” Then there fell a palpable silence Judge. Reverse Irish. Mrs. Maloney—Thin yez think thot all min are deceiving?" Mrs. Casey—Oi do. They are a most contrary lot. Look at my Moike. Be fore we were married he was always kissin me on the bean, an’ since this he's been beanin’ me on the kisser —Puck. What the Neighbors Say. “NTo matter how sheltered a man may be. he receives some hard knocks while journeying through life.” "That’s true, and some of the hard est knocks he gets he’s unaware of Revelation. ‘‘Is Miss Bingle’s hair natural?” Of course, it is; so natural you can’t tell it from the real thing.” or mail Free. Murine Eye Kernel •- Co.. The only time we notice an imped, ment in the speech of some people is when an occasion arises to prai- ■ others. Every woman’s pride, beautiful, clear white clothes. Use Red Cross Ball Blue All grocers. Adv. All the world may love a lover, but "hen he gets ready to furnish the flat he has to pay all the freight himself.