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CHAPTER XXII—Continued. "Till an hour gone It had not oc curred to me. Shall Ramabai. then, become your master, to set forth the propaganda of the infidel?” "No!" The word was not spoken loudly, but sibilantly, with something resembling a hiss. "No'." "And shall a king who has no mind, no will, no strength, resume his au thority? Perhaps to bring more white people into Allaha, perhaps to give Al laha eventually to the British raj?” Again the negative. “But the method?” Umballa smiled. “What brings the worshiper here with candles and flow ers and incense? Is it love or rev erence or superstition?" The bald yellow heads nodded like porcelain mandarins. “Superstition,” went on Umballa, "the sword which bends the knees of the layman, has and always will through the ages!” In the vault outside a bell tinkled, a gong boomed melodiously. “When I give the sign,” continued the schemer, “declare the curse upon all those who do not bend. A word from your lips, and R&mabai's troops vanish, reform, and become yours and mine!” “While tae king lives?” asked the Chief priest curiously. “Ah!” And Umballa smiled again. “But you, Durga Ram?" “There is Ramabai, a senile king, and I. Which for your purposes will you choose?” There was a conference. The priests drifted away from Umballa. He did not stir. His mien was proud and haughty, but for all that his knees shook and his heart thundered. He understood that it was to be all or nothing, no middle course, no half methods. He waited, wetting his cracked lips and swollen lips. When the priests returned to him, their heads bent before him a little. It represented a salaam, as much as they had ever given to the king him self. A glow ran over Umballa. "Highness, we agree. There will be terms.” “I will agree to them without ques tion." Life and power again; real power! These doddering fools should serve him, thinking the while that they served themselves. “Half the treasury must be paid to the temple.' "Agreed!" Half for the temple and half for himself; and the abolishment of the seven leopards. "With this Stipulation: Ramabal is yours, but the white people are to be mine." The priests signified assent And Umballa smiled in secret Ra ttabai would be dead on the morrow. “There remains the king,” said the chief priest Umballa shrugged. The chief priest stared soberly at the lamp above his head. The king would be, then, Umbalia's affair. “He Is ill?” "He is moribund . . , Silence!” warned Umballa. The curtains became violently agi tated. They heard the voice of the young priest outside raised in protest, to be answered by the shrill tones of a woman. “You are mad!” “And thou art a stupid .fool!” Umballa'8 hand fell away from his dagger. "It is a woman,” he said. "Admit her.” The curtains were thrust aside, and the painted dancing girl who had •aved Umballa from death or capture 1c the fire of his own contriving rushed In. Her black hair was studded with turquoise, a necklace of amber gleamed like gold around her neck, and on her arms and ankles a pleni tude of silver bracelets and anklets. With her back to the curtains, the young priest staring curiously over her shoulders, she presented a pic turesque tableau. “Well?” said Umballa, who under stood that she was here from no Idle whim. “Highness, you must hide with me this night.” “Indeed?" “Or die,” coolly. Umballa sprang forward and seized her roughly. “What has happened?” “I was in the zenana, highness, vis iting my sister, whom you had trans ferred from the palace. All at once we heard shouting and trampling of feet, an a moment later your hous^ was overrun with men. They had found the king in the hut and had taken him to the palace. That they did not find you is because you came here” “Tell me all.” “It seems that the majordomo gave the poison to Ramabai, but the white goddess . . “The white goddess!” cried Dm fcalla, as if stung by a cobra’s fang. “Ajr. highness. She did not die on that roof. Nothing can harm her. It la written.” “And I was never told!” She lived, lived, and all the terrors bo had evoked for her were as naught! Umballa was not above superstition himself for all his European training. . Sorely this girl of the white people ' was Imbued with something more than mortal. She lived! “Oo on!” he said, his voice subdued as was his soul. “The white goddess by mistake took Ramabal’s goblet and was about to drink when the majordomo seized the goblet and drained the poison himself. He confessed everything- where the king Whs, where' you Were. T-hdy are again hunting through the eityforyou For the preset*: you" nn»r UTdr with me.” The Adventures of Kathlyn By HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Pictures from the Movintf Picture Production of the >ell| Polyscope Co. (Copyright by Harold HacOratti) “The white «oman must die,” said Umballa, in a voice like one being strangled. To this the priests agreed without hesitation. This white woman whom the people were calling a goddess was a deadly menace to that scepter of theirs, superstition. "What has gone is a pact?” "A pact, Durga Ram,” said the chief priest. With Ramabal spreading Chris tianity, the abhorred creed which gave people liberty of person and thought, the future of his own religion stood in imminent danger. “A pact,” he re flected. "To you, Durga Ram, the throne; to us half the treasury and all the ancient rites of our creed re stored.” “I have said It" Umballa followed the dancing girl into the square before the temple. He turned and smiled ironically. The bald fools! "Lead on, thou flower of the Jas mine!" lightly. And the two of them disappeared into the night But the priests smiled, too, for Durga Ram should always be more in their power than they in hlB. There was tremendous excitement in the city the next morning. It seemed that the city would never be permitted to resume itr old careless indolence. Swift as the wind the news flew that the old king was alive, that he had been held prisoner all these months by Durga Ram and the now deposed Council of Three. No more the old rut of dullness. Never bad they known such fetes. Since the ar rival of the white goddess not a day had passed without some thrilling ex citement, which had cost them noth ing but shouts. So they deserted the bazaars and markets that morning to witness the ^nost surprising spectacle of all; the king who was dead was not dead, but alive! bo, in the throne room, later, he gave the power to Ramabal to act In his stead till he had fully recovered from his terrible hardships. More than this, he declared that Pundlta, the wife of Ramabal, should ultimate ly rule! for of a truth the principality was lawfully hers. He would make his will at once, but in order that this should be legal he would have to de stroy the previous will he had given to Colonel Hare, his friend. "Forgive me, my friend,” he said. "I acted unwisely In your case. But I was angry with my people for their cowardice.” "Your majesty,” replied the colonel, “the fault lay primarily with me. I should not have accepted it or re turned. I will tell you the truth. It was the filigree basket of gold and precious stones that brought me back.” "So? And all for nothing, since the hiding place I gave you is not the true one. But of that, more anon. I want this wretch Durga Ram spread out on an ant hill . . And then, without apparent reason, he began to call for Lakshmi, the beautiful Lakshmi, the wife of his youth. He ordered preparations for an elephant fight; rambled, talked as though he were but twenty; his eyes dim, his lips loose and pendulent. And Where Was the Document He Had Given His Friend Hare7 in this condition he might live ten or twenty years. Raznabal was sore at heart. They had to wait two days till his mind cleared again. His first question upon his return to his mental balance was directed to Kathlyn. Where was the document he had given to his friend Hare? Kathlyn explained that Umballa had taken it from her. “But, your majesty," exclaimed the colonel rather impatiently, “what dif ference does it make? Your return has nullified that document." “Not in case of my death. And in Allaha the elder document is always the legal document, unless it is legally destroyed. It Is not well to antago nize the priests, who hold us firmly to this law. I might make a will in fa vor of Pundlta, but it would not legal ly hold in justice if all previous wills were not legally destroyed. You must find this document." "Did you ever hear of a law to equal that?” asked Bruce of the colonel. “No, my boy, I never did. It would mean, a good deal of red tape for a man who changed hla mind frequently, j He could not fool his relations; they would know. Thtf laws of fhe'-dark peoplSS-Have '-always'amazed mwjf b* cause if you dig deep enough into I them you are likely to find common sense at the bottom. We must search Umballa’s house ♦' oroughly. I wish to see Ramabal and Pundita in the shadow of their rights. Can't destroy a document off-hand and make a new one without legally destroying the first Well, let us be getting back to the bungalow. We'll talk it over there.” At the bungalow everything was systematically being prepared for the homeward Journey. The laughter and chatter of the two girls was music to their father’s ears. And sometimes he intercepted secret glances between Bruce and Kathlyn. Youth, youth; youth and love! Well, so it was. He himself had been a youth, had loved and been loved. But he grew very lonely at the thought of Kathlyn eventually going into another home; and some young chap would soon come and claim Winnie, and he would have no one but Ahmed. If only he had had a boy, to bring his bride to his father's roof! Pictures were taken down from the walls, the various wild animal heads, and were packed away in strong boxes. And Ahmed went thither and yon, a hundred cares upon his shoulders. He was busy because then he had no time to mourn Lai Singh. Bruce’s camp was, of course, in ut ter ruin. Not even the cooking uten sils remained; and of his men there was left but Ali, whose leg still caused him to limp a little. So Bruce was commanded by no less person than Kathlyn to be her father’s guest till they departed for America. Daily Winnie rode Rajah. He was such a funny old pachyderm, a kind of clown among his brethren, but as gentle as a kitten. Running away had not paid. He was like the country boy who had gone to the big city; he never more could be satisfied with the farm. The baboon hung^ about the colonel’s heels as a dog might have done; while Kathlyn had found a tiger cub for a plaything. So for awhile peace reigned at the camp. They found the much-sought docu ment In the secret chamber in Um balla’s house (just as he Intended they should); and the king had it legally destroyed and wrote a new will, where in Pundlta should have back that which the king’s ancestors had taken from hers—a throne. After that there was nothing for Colonel Hare to do but proceed to ship his animals to the railroad, thence to the ports where he could dispose of them. Never should he enter this part of India again. Life was too short. High and low they hunted Umballa, but without seccess. He was hidden well. They were, however, assured that he lingered In the city and was sinlsterly alive. Day after day the king grew stronger mentally and physically. Many of the reforms suggested by Ramabai were put into force. Quiet at length really settled down upon the city. They be gan to believe that Umballa had fled the city, and vigilance corresponding ly relaxed. The king had a private chamber, the window of which overlooked the garden of brides. There, with his sher bets and water pipe be resumed his old habit of inditing verse In pure Persian, for he was a scholar. He never entered the zenana or harem; but occasionally he sent for some of the women to play and dance before him. And the woman who loved Um balla was among these. One day she asked to take a journey into the ba zaars to visit her sister. Ordinarily such a request would have been de nied. But the king no longer cared what the women did. and the chief eunuch slept afternoons and nights, being only partly alive in the morn ings. An hour later a palanquin was low ered directly beneath the king's win dow. To his eye it looked exactly like the one which had departed. He went on writing, absorbed. Had he looked closely, bad he been the least suspi cious . . . ! This palanquin was the gift of Durga Rain, so-called Umballa. It had been built especially for this long waited-for occasion. It was nothing more nor less than a sunning cage in which a tiger was huddled, in a vile temper. The palanquin bearers, friends of the dancing girl, had overpowered the royal bearers and donned their costumes. At this moment one of the bearers (Umballa himself, trusting no one!) crawled stealthily under the palanquin and touched the . spring which liberated the tiger and opened the blind. The furious beast sprang to the window. The king was too as tonished to move, to appreciate his danger.. From yon harmless palan qufla fffis striped fury! The tiger in his leap struck the lacquered desk, broke it and scattered the papers about the floor. Ramabal and his officers w'ere just entering the corridor which led to the chamber when the'tragedy occurred. They heard the noise, the king’s cries. When they reached the door silence greeted them. The room was wrecked. There was evidence of a short but terrific strug gle. The king lay dead upon the floor, the side of his head crushed in. His turban and garments were in tatters. But he had died like a king; for in the corner by the window lay the striped one, a jeweled dagger in his throat Ramabal was first to discover the' deserted palanquin, and proceeded to investigate. It did not take him more than a minute to understand what had happened. It was not an accident; it was cold-blooded murder, and back of it stood the infernal ingenuity of one man. Thus fate took Allaha by the hair again and shook her out of the pas toral quiet What would happen now? This! On the morning after the tragic death of the old king, those who went early to worship, to propitiate the gods to deal kindly with them during the day, were astounded to find the doors and gates of all the temples closed! Nor was any priest visible in his usual haunts. The people were stunned. For there could be but one Interpretation to this act on the part of the guras: the gods had denied the people. Wny? Wherefore? Twenty-four hours passed without their learning the cause; the priests desired to fill them with ter . roj-. bef6re_they struck. . Then came the distribution of pam phlets wherein it was decreed that the populace, the soldiery, all Allaha, in fact, must bow to the will of the gods or go hereforth accursed. The gods demanded the reinstatement as regent Durga Ram; the deposing of Ramabai, the infidel; the fealty of the troops to Durga Ram; 24 hours were given the people to make their choice. Before the doors of all the temples the people gathered, wailing and pour ing dust upon their heads, from Brah min to pariah, from high caste ma trons to light dancing girls. And when the troops, company by company, be gan to kneel at the outer rim of these gatherings, Ramabai dispatched a note to Colonel Hare, warning him to fly at once. But the messenger tore up the note and flew to his favorite temple. Superstition thus won what honor, truth and generosity cou'.d not hold. Allaha surrendered; and Umballa came forth. All this happened so quickly that not even a rumor of it reached the colo nel’s bungalow till it was too late. They were to have left on the mor Death of the Real King of Allaha. row. The king dead, only a few minor technicalities stood in the way of Ra mabai and Pundlta. Bruce and Kathlyn were fencing one with the other, after the manner of lovers, when Winnie, her eyes wide with fright, burst In upon them with the news that Umballa, at the head of many soldiers, was approaching. The lovers rushed to the front of the bun galow In time to witness the colonel trying to prevent the intrusion of a priest. "Patience, sahib 1” warned the priest. The colonel, upon seeing Umballa. made an attempt to draw his revolver, but the soldiers prevented him from carrying into execution his wild im pulse. The priest explained what had hap pened. The Colonel Sahib, his friend Bruce Sahib and his youngest daugh ter would be permitted to depart In peace; but Kathlyn Memsahlb must wed Durga Ram. When the dazed colonel produced the document which had been legally canceled, Umballa laughed and de clared that he himself had forged that particular document, that the true, which he held, was not legally de stroyed. Burning with the thought of re venge, of reprisal, how could Durga Ram know that he thus dug his own pit? Had he let them go he would have eventually been crowned, as sure ly as now his path led straight to the treadmill. Ahmed alone escaped, because Um balla had In his triumph forgotten him! CHAPTER XXIII A Woman Scorned. There is an old saying In Rajput that woman and the tour winds were born at the same time, of the same mother: blew hot, blew cold, balmily or tempestuously, from all points at once. Perhaps. In the zenana of the royal palace there was a woman, tall, lithe, with a skin of ’ivory and roses and eyes as brown as the husk of a water chestnut. On her bare ankles were gem-ln Activities of Women. Russia has several woman priests. Cleveland has a mounted park po licewoman. For every 17 men physicians there is one woman doctor. The majority of Japanese girls mar ry at the age of twenty-one years. If the bill introduced in congress by Senator Jones of Washington becomes a law, all widows of Civil war vet erans will receive a pension of $20 a month instead of $12, which they are receiving at the present time. Among the women workers there are today 30 times as many book keepers, clerks and office workers as there were a generation ago, SO times as many saleswomen, 60 times as many journalists and a hundred times as many packers, shippers and agents, and no less than 200 as many woman lawyers. Give Both a Chance. Urbue—They ought to get up a etaow consisting of the last acts of the va rious plays in town, for the benefit of you suburbanites who have to leav£ early to catch the last train home. Suburbus—I don't think It’s any more needed than a show consisting of the first acts of the same plays, for the benefit of you city people who have to come In late because you wont dine early.—Judge. Manifestation of Grace. Going with the stream is nature, go ing against the stream is grace, and grace is manifest when you see a man struggling against his evil propensi ties.—Rev. J. Taylor Blnns. crusted anklets, on her arms bracelets of hammered gold, round her neck a rope of pearls and emeralds and ru bies and sapphires. And still she was not happy. Ftom time to time her fingers strained at the roots of her glossy black hair and the whites of her great eyes glistened. She bit her Ups to keep back the sobs crowding in her throat She pressed her hands to gether so tightly that the little knuck les cracked. "Ai, ai!” she wailed softly. She paced the confines of her cham ber with slow step, with fast step; ot leaned against the wall, her face hid den in her arms; or pressed her hot cheeks against the cool marble of the lattice. Human nature Is made up of con traries. Why, when we have had the courage coolly to plan murder, or to aid or suggest it, why must we be troubled with remorse? More than this, why must we battle against silly impulse to tell the first we meet what we have done? Remorse: what is it? Now, this woman of the zenana Be lieved not in the God of your fathers and mine. She was a pagan; her heaven and hell were ruled by a thou sand gods, and her temples were filled with their Images. Yet this thing re morse, wan stabbing her with its hot needles, till no torture devised by man could equal it. She was the poor, foolish woman who loved Durga Ram; loved him as these wild Asiatic women love, from murder to the poisoned cup. Loved him, and knew that he loved her not but used her for his own selfish ends There you have it. Had he loved her. remorse never would have lifted its head or raised its voice. And again had not Umballa sought the white woman, this butterfly of the harem might have died of old age without un burdening her soul. Remorse is the result of a crime committed uselessly Humanity is unchangeable, for all its variety of skins. And here was this woman, wanting to tell some one! Umballa had done a peculiar thing: he had not laid hand upon either Ra mabal or Pundita. When asked the reason for this generosity toward a man who but recently put a price on his head, Umballa smiled and ex plained that Ramabai was not only broken politically, but was a religious outcast. It was happiness for such a peTson to die, so he preferred that Ra mabal should live. Secretly, however, Ramabal's revo lutlonary friends were still back oi him, though they pretended to bow tc the yoke of the priests. So upon this day matters stood thus: the colonel, Kathlyn, Bruce and Winnie were prisoners again; Ahmed was in hiding; and Ramabai and his wife mocked by those who once had cheered them. The ingratitude oi kings is as nothing when compared to the ingratitude of a people. A most ridiculous country: tocrowr Kathlyn again (for the third time!) and then to lock her up! Next tc superstition as a barrier to progress there stands custom. Everything one did must be done as some one else hud done it; the initiative was still chained up in the temples, it belonged to the bald priests only. But Umballa had made two mis takes: he should have permitted the white people to leave the country and given a silken cord to the chief eunuch to apply as directed. There are nc written laws among the dark peoples that forbids the disposal of that chat tel known as a woman of the harem or zenana. There are certain cus toms that even the all powerful Brit ish raj must ignore. The catafalque of the dead king rested upon the royal platform. Twc troopers stood below; otherwise the platform was deserted. When Rama bal and Pundita arrived and mounted the platform to pay their last respects to a kindly man, the soldiers saluted gravely, even sorrowfully. Ramabai for his courage, his honesty and Jus tice, was their man; but they nc longer dared serve him, since it would be at the expense of their own lives. “My lord!” whispered Pundita pressing Ramabal's hand. "Courage!' For Pundita understood the man al her side. Had he been honorless, she would this day be wearing a crown. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Far From Barracks. A minister one day got into conver sation with an Irish soldier who hap pened to be stationed in Liverpool and of whom he asked several quqs tlons as to what regiment he was in, and so forth. Ultimately Pat thought it was his time to ask a few questions. “Now,” said he, “I'd like to know what you are?” “I'm a soldier, too." said the minister. “And what regi ment are you in, and where is it sta tioned?” The minister, pointing to ward the Bky, Bald: “My regiment is in Heaven.” “Oh, man,” replied Pat, “shure ye're a long way from the bar racks.” Buncoed Again. “I would like to get a warrant for a man for obtaining money under false pretenses,” announced the angry man. “What is the trouble?” asked the clerk. “A fellow sold me a half interest in a petticoat factory," replied the angry man. “Well, what is the matter with petti coats?” asked the clerk. “There ain't no such animals," re plied the angry man. Bad Teeth as Marriage Barrier. “Many of the illnesses from which children suffer can be traced to the bad teeth of the mother," said Dr. U A. Hawkes, late assistant school medical officer to the London county council at a meeting of the council of the Charity Organization society. “If I had my way," he added, “1 would not allow a man or woman with a decayed tooth in his or her head to get parried.” ROAD4 BUILDING GUARD AGAINST ROAD ABUSE Some Punishment Should Be Meted Out to Those Who Deliberately Cut Up Highways Built for Public. You bought and paid for the road that runs by your doorway and the other roads in your township and county. That is, you paid your part in building the highway. If you are a property owner you paid that part directly in so many dollars and cents of road and bridge tax. If you are a renter you are not escaping. You are paying in rent and indirectly. The road is your road. If it is cut up by the hauling of heavy loads on narrow-tired wagons you will have to stand for the trouble and discomforts of next winter, when the ruts are hub deep. If you permit heavy rains to scour out the foundations of a wooden culvert and that culvert finally falls in or is washed out, you, as one of the daily users of that road, will be dis commoded. Most of our roads are dirt highways, writes H. S. Sullivan of Missouri in Farm Progress. Only a small, a very small, percentage of the highways of this country are "hard roads." One hundred years from now we may have the beautiful '‘metal'’ highways such as are found in the older European countries, but this is a big land ot ours. It is a country of magnificent distances, and the rock and concrete roads are going to be built very slowly. It is the dirt highway that suffers from carelessness. Two or three men in a neighborhood can spoil more miles of highway than the remainder of the community can build. They are abus ers of what other men build. They will pile on the heaviest load it is possible to pull and they never use the wide-tired vehicles that might help the wagon track stand up under the big loads. Good or bad weather is all the sajne to them If they have something they want hauled. The sensible man knows that, the use of a dirt road for heavy hauling in bad weather will spoil the highway. He won't do any team ing that he can avoid, but the road butcher will go right ahead. He will spoil his own roads and the roads oi others. There ought to be some punishment provided for the man who will delib erately cut up the roadway built by the community for the use of the whole community and paid for with the pub lic money. Some states have laws providing punishment for the man who overloads, who uses “skidding logs," who fills mudholes full of old rails, chunks and poles, and who will pile a wheelbarrow full of rocks in a rut, to become a menace to all vehicles as soon as the road dries off. But these laws are seldom enforced. Not from any lack of offenders or from the lack of knowledge as to just who the offenders are. Good people are afraid to complain against such men. They are found in every neighborhood and they go along for years in a dom ineering, overbearing manner, working all manner of injustices because they have their “bluff in” on the commu nity. They are the gentry whose cat tie are rogues, whose fences are al ways bad, whose dogs are “sheep kill Good Road in Georgia. ers,” and who are known in the neigh borhood as "bad men to have trouble with.” Most of our dirt roads are so abused in winter that they hare to be par tially rebuilt in the spring- This eats up the road tax and the days of road work that might be expected to make the roads of this year better than those of last. Late fall, winter and early spring are the seasons when the roads should be guarded against abuse. W hy not try a policy of “road conservation” In your neighborhood this year? Bridges Should Be Painted. Recent investigations'of the Illinois state highway department indicate that few highway steel bridges in that state are painted after their final com pletion and acceptance. Very serious corrosion results and is illustrated in a number of cases, says the En gineerlng Record. A serious factor in the corrosion of iron and steel is the use of salt to clear the roadway of snow and ice. This was considered at least partly responsible for the bad condition of truss members in a bridge fifteen years old. Seales Are Truthful. Many men think they are too busy to “fool with scales” at milking time so they guess what the cows give and guess miles off usually. The scales can guess closer than any of us. It Is not such an awful job to know about these things and knowing beats guess ing every time. Keep the Boar Penned. If the boar Is put In a pen from which he breaks out It is training him to a bad habit. Make his lot boar tight before confining him in it SIP OF FIGS FOR II CHILffSBOWELS It is cruel to force nauseating, harsh physic into a sick child. Look back at your childhood days. Remember the “dose" mother insisted on — castor oil, calomel, cathartics. How you hated them, how you fought against taking them. With our children it’s different Mothers who cling to the old form of physic simply don’t realize what they do. The children’s revolt is well-found ed. Their tender little “insides" are injured by them. If your child’s stomach, liver and bowels need cleansing, give only deli cious “California Syrup of Figs.” Its action is positive, but gentle. Millions of mothers keep this harmless “fruit laxative” handy; they know children love to take it; that it never fails to clean the liver and bowels and sweet en the stomach, and that a teaspoonful given today saves a sick child tomor row. Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of “California Syrup of»Figs,” which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly on each bottle. Adv. ’Teacher’s Triumph. Sir Herbert Tree told a story of his own school days when presenting prizes the other day at a school speech day. “On one occasion," he said, “my teacher admonished me thus: “ ‘Herbert, you will end your days on the gallows.’ “One night, quite recently, when 1 was acting Fagin in Oliver Twist, this same teacher turned up and he hap pened to come around to see me just when I was being led off with a rope around my neck. ‘“There, what did I tell you?’ he said, triumphantly.” OLD SOLDIER WISHES TO HELP SUFFERERS FROM KID NEY, LIVER AND BLADDER TROUBLES. I am frequently troubled with kidney and bladder trouble, especially in the Spring and Fall. Being an old Veteran of the Civil War, a little exposure or cold settles on my kidneys, and then I am laid up with kidney or bladder trouble. Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root was recommended to me a number of years ago, and I took a number of bottles of it and was more than pleased with the re sults. I consider Swamp-Root the great est and best kidney medicine on the market and it never fails to give quick results in kidney trouble, bladder trouble and lame back. Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root has done me so much good that I feel if any words of mine will be the means of relieving any poor sufferers, that you are at liberty to use this letter as you see fit. Yours very truly, GEORGE W. ATCHLEY, 1786 Walker St. Des Moines, Iowa. State of Iowa I • Poke County j8S' A. R. Hansen, a retail druggist of this city, being first duly sworn deposes and says, that he is well acquainted with George W. Atchley, who gave the above testimonial; that said Atchley made and signed said testimonial in my presence and that I have sold said Atchley a part of the Swamp-Root referred to in above testimonial. Affiant further says that George W. Atchley is a well known citi zen of this city and an honorable man. and that it was Mr. Atchley’s desire to give said testimonial. A. R. HANSEN. Subscribed to in my presence, and sworn to before me, this 23rd of March, 1909. E. J. FRISK, Notary Public. Letter to Dr. Kilmer 6> Co. Binghamton, N, Y, Prove What Swamp-Root Will Do For You Send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a sample size bottle. It will convince anyone. You will also receive a booklet of valuable in formation, telling about the kidneys and bladder. When writing, be sure and men tion this paper. Regular fifty-cent and one-dollar size bottles for sale at all drug stores. Adv. He Needn’t Despair. A Scotch girl who had accidentally cut the point of her index finger with a chopper was coming from church with her finger bandaged. “What's the matter wi’ yer haun’. Miss Parrish?” queried an admirer who accompanied her home. "Oh,” replied the young lady, "I chopped a wee bit off my forefinger.” FALLING HAIR MEANS DANDRUFF IS ACTIVE Save Your Hair! Get a 25 Cent Bottle of Danderlne Right Now—Alaci Stops Itching Scalp. Thin, brittle, colorless and scraggy hair is mute evidence of a neglected scalp; of dandruff—that awful scurf. There is nothing so destructive to the hair as dandrufT. It robs the hair of its luster, its strength and its very life; eventually producing a feverish ness and itching of the scalp, wliich if not remedied causes the hair roots to shrink, loosen and die—then the hair falls out fast A little Danderlne tonight—now—any time—will surely save your hair. Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton's Danderlne from any store, and after the first application your hair will take on that life, luster and luxuriance which is so beautiful. It will become wavy and fluffy and have the appear ance of abundance; an incomparable gloss and softness, but what will please you most will be after just a few weeks’ use, when you will actual ly see a lot of fine, downy hair—new hair—growing all over the scalp. AdT. The Reason. "Why was that man fired?" "I think it was because he was loaded.”
