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.”
