| The Adventures of
| Kathlyn
B T
HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Picture* from the Moving Picture
Production of the Seltg Polyscope Co.
(Oopyrigbt by Harold MacUratbJ
CHAPTER XXIV—Continued.
But Ramabai knew only the bridge.
They would have to investigate and
explore the bank. Half an hour's Jour
ney—rather a difficult one—brought
them to still and shallow water. Here
they crossed and made camp beyond,
in a natural clearing. They erected
the small tent for Xatblyn, inside of
which she changed her clothes, drank
her tea and lay down to sleep.
“What does Ahmed think?” aaked
Bruce anxiously.
“That we are being followed by
some assassins hired by our friends
the priests.”
“Colonel, let ub make straight for
the port and let this damnable bushel
of trinkets stay where it is,” urged
Bruce, the lover.
“That is not possible now," replied
Ramabai. “We can now reach there
only by the seacoast itself, or return
to the desert and journey over the old
trail. We must go on.”
The colonel smoked his pipe mood
ily. He was pulled between necessity
and desire. He had come to Asia for
this filigree basket, and he wanted it,
with a passion which was almost
miserly. At one moment he silently
vowed to cast the whole thing into the
sea. and at the next his fingers would
twitch and he would sigh.
Sometimes it seemed to him that
there was some invisible force work
ing in him, drawing and drawing him
against the dictates of his heart. He
h;>d experienced this feeling back in
California, and had fought against it
for weeks, without avail. And frequent
ly now, when alone and undisturbed,
he could see the old guru, shaking
with the venom of his wrath, the blood
dripping from his lacerated fingers,
which he shook in the colonel's face,
flecking it with blood. A curse. It
was so. He must obey that invisible
will; he must go on and on.
His pipe slipped from his fingers and
his head fell upon his knees; and thus
Kathiyn found him.
"Let him sleep, memsahib,” warned
Ahmed from across the fire. “He has
been fighting the old guru.”
“What?" Kathiyn whispered back.
“Where?”
Ahmed smiled grimly and pointed to
ward his forehead.
"Is there really such evil, Ahmed?”
"Evil begets evil, heaven born, just
as good begets good. The Colonel Sa
hib did wrong. And who shall deny
some of these gurus a supernatural
power? I have seen; I know."
“But once you said that w’e should
eventually escape, all of us.”
"And I still say it, memsahib. What
is written is written,” phlegmatically.
Wearily she turned toward her tent,
but paused to touch the head of her
sleeping father as she passed. Her
occidental mind would not and could
not accept as possibilities these mys
terious attributes of the oriental mind.
That a will could reach out and pre
arrange a man's misfortunes was to
her mind incredible, for there were no
precedents. She never had witnessed
a genuine case of hypnotism; those ex
amples she had seen were miserable
buffooneries, travesties, hoodwinking
not even the newsboys in the upper
gallery. True, she had read of such
thing^S but from the same angle with
which she had read the Arabian Nights
—fairy stories.
Yet, here was her father, thoroughly
convinced of the efficacy of the guru’s
curse; and here was Ahmed, compla
cently watching the effects, and not
doubting in the least that his guru
would in the end prove the stronger
of the two.
One of the elephants clanked his
chains restlessly. He may have heard
the prowling of a cat. Far beyond the
Are, beyond the sentinel, she thought
she saw a naked form flash out and
back of a tree. She stared intently at
the tree for a time; but as she saw
uothing more, she was convinced that
her eyes had deceived her. Besides,
her body seemed dead and her mind
too heavy for thought.
umoana, naving satisneu himself
that the camp would not break till
morning, slunk away Into the shadows.
He had failed again; but hla hate had
made him strong. He was naked ex
cept for a loin clout. His beard and
hair were matted, the latter hanging
over his eyes. His body was smeared
with ashes. Not even Ahmed would
have recognized him a yard off He
had something less than nine hours to
reach the cape before they did; and it
was necessary that he should have ac
complices. The fishermen he knew to
be of predatory habits, and the prom
ise of gold would enmesh them.
The half island which constituted
the cape had the shape of a miniature
volcano. There was verdure at the
base of its slope and trees lifted their
heads here and there hardily. It was
a mile long and a half mile wide; and
in the early morning it stood out like a
huge sapphire against the rosy sky.
Between the land and the promontory
there lay a stretch of glistening sand;
there was half a mile of it. Over this
a flock of gulls were busy, as scaven
gers always are. At high tide, yonder
was an island in truth.
Sometimes a British gunboat would
drop down here suddenly; but It al
ways wasted Us time. The fishermen
knew nothing; nothing in the way of
guns and powder ever was found; and
yet the British raj knew that some
where about lay the things for which
it so diligently and vigorously sought.
On the beach fishermen were disem
barking. A sloop with a lateen sail lay
et anchor in the rude harbor. Some of
tha fishermen were repairing nets,
t&nd some were tinkering about their
fishing boats. Beyond the beach
nestled a few huts. Toward these
other fishermen were making prog
ress.
The chief of the village—the head
man—disembarked from th's sloop. He
was met by his wife and child, and
the little one clambered about his legs
in ecstasy. Among the huts stood one
more imposing than the others, and
toward this the chief and his family
wended their way. In front of the hut
stood an empty bullock cart. Attached
to one of the wheels was a frisking kid.
The little child paused to play with
her pet.
Absorbed in her pastime, she did not
observe the approach of a gaunt be
ing with matted hair and beard and
ash besmeared body. Children are
gifted with an instinct which leaves us
as we grow older; the sensing of evil
without seeing or understanding it.
The child suddenly gazed up, to meet
a pair of eyes black and fierce as a
kite's. She rose screaming and fled
toward the house.
The holy man shrugged and waited.
When the parents rushed out to
learn what had frightened their little
one they were solemnly confronted by
Umballa.
“I am hungry.”
The chief salaamed and ordered his
wife to bring the holy man rice and
milk.
“Thou art an honest man,” said Um
balla.
“It is said." replied the chief grave
ly.
"Thou art poor.”
“That is with the gods I serve.”
“But thou art not without ambi
tion.”
“Who is?” The chief's wonder grew.
What meant these peculiar sentences?
"Wouldst put thy hand into gold'as
far as the wrist and take what thou
couldst hold?”
“Yes, holy one; for I am human.
Whither lead these questionsWhat
is it you would of me?"
“There are some who need to be far
away to see things. Well, good man,
there is a treasure under your feet,”
' falling into the vernacular.
The chief could not resist looking
| down at the ground, startled.
"Nay," smiled Umballa, “not there.
Think; did not something unusual
happen here five years ago?"
The chief smoothed the tip of bis
nose. "My father died and I became
headman of the village.”
“Would you call that unusual?”
ironically.
"No. Ha!” suddenly. “Five years
ago; yes, yes, I remember now. Sol
diers, who made us lock ourselves in
our huts, not to stir forth on the pain
of death till ordered. My father alone
was permitted outside. He was com
pelled to row out to the island. There
he was blindfolded. Only two men ac
companied him. They carried some
thing that was very heavy. My father
never knew what the strange, shining
basket held. Then the soldiers went
away and we came out. No one was
allowed on the island till my father
died.”
"Did he tell you w hat it was he
helped bury yonder?”
“No, holy one. He was an honorable
man. Whatever the secret was, it
passed with him. We were not curi
ous.”
“It was the private treasure of the
king of Allaha, and the man was the
king himself."
The fisherman salaamed.
“And I am sent, because I am holy,
to recover this treasure, which was
willed to the temple of Juggernaut.”
“Hut, holy one, I know not where it
is hidden!"
“I do. What I want is the use of
your sloop and men I can trust To
you, as much gold as your hands can
hold.”
"I will furnish you with men as hon
est as myself."
That will be sufficient; and you
shall have your gold."
The word of a holy man is never
subjected to scrutiny In India.
Umballa was in good humor. Here
he was. several hours ahead of his
enemies. He would have the filigree
Kathlyn, Bruce and the Colonel Plan.
basket dug up and transferred to the
sloop before the Colonel Sahib could
reach the village. And Umballa would
have succeeded but for the fact that
the wind fell unaccountably and they
lost more than an hour In handling the
sloop with oars.
When the sloop left the primitive
landing the chief returned to his hut
and told his wife what had taken place,
like the good husband he was. They
would be rich.
Suddenly the child set up a wailing.
Through the window she had seen a
bold leopard trot over to the bullock
cart and carry away the kid. The
chief at once summoned his remaining
men, and they proceeded to set a trap
for the prowler. The cat had already
killed one bullock and Injured another.
They knew that the beast would not
return for some hours, having gorged
Itself upon the kid. But It was well to
be prepared.
Toward noon the other treasure
seekers drew up within a quarter of
a mile behind the village. The men
folk thought It advisable to reconnol
I ter before entering the village. One
never could tell. Winnie declared her
intention of snoozing while they wait
ed. and curled up in her rugs. Kath
lyn. however, could not resist the
longing to look upon the sea again.
She could see the lovely blue water
through the spaces between the trees.
Soon she would be flying over that wa
ter, flying for home, home!
She went farther from the camp
than she really intended, and came un
expectedly upon the leopard, which
stood guarding its cubs while they
growled and tore at the dead kid.
Kathlyn realized that she was un
armed, and that the leopard was be
tween her and the camp. She could
see the roofs of the village below her;
so toward the huts she ran. The leop
ard stood still for a while, eyeing her
doubtfully, then made up Its mind to
give chase. She had tasted blood, but
had not eaten.
Meantime the little child had forgot
ten her loss in her interdkt in the bul
lock cart with Its grotesque lure; and
she climbed into the cart just as Kath
lyn appeared, followed by the excited
leopard. She saw the child and
snatched her Instinctively from the
cart. The leopard leaped Into the cart
at the rear, while Kathlyn ran toward
the chief's hut, into which she stag
gered without the formality of an
nouncing her advent.
The father of the child had no need
to question, though he marveled at the
white skin and dress of this visitor,
who had doubtless saved his child from
death. He flung the door shut and
dropped the bar. Next he sought his
gun and fired through a crack in the
door. He missed; but the noise and
smoke frightened the leopard away.
And later, Bruce, wild with anxiety
over the disappearance of Kathlyn,
came across the chief battling for his
life. He had gone forth to hunt the
leopard, and the leopard had hunted
him. Bruce dared not fire, for fear
of killing the man: so without hesi
tance or fear he caught the leopard by
the back of the neck and by a hind leg
and swung her into the sea.
The chief was severely mauled, but
he was able to get to his feet and
walk. The white woman had saved his
child and the white man had saved
him. He would remember.
Thus the leopard quite innocently
served a purpose, for all her deadly in
tentions; the chief was filled with
gratitude.
When the colonel and -he others
came into view the former seized Kath
lyn by the shoulders and shook her
hysterically.
“In God's name. Kit, don’t you know
any better than to wander off alone?
Do you want to drive me mad?”
“Why, father, 1 wasn’t afraid!"
“Afraid? Who said anything about
your being afraid? Didn't you know
that we were being followed? It is
Umballa! Ah! that gives you a start!”
“Colonel!” said Bruce gently.
“I know, Bruce. I sound harsh. But
you were tearing your hair, too."
“Forgive me," cried Kathlyn, peni
tent, for she knew’ she had done wrong.
"I did not think. But Umballa?"
“Yes. Umballa. One of the keepers
found a knife by that bridge, and
Ramabai identifies it as belonging to
Umballa. Whether he is alone or with
many, I do not know; but this I do
know: we must under no circum
stances become separated again. Now,
I’m going to quiz the chief.”
But the chief said that no person
described had passed or been seen. No
one but a holy man had come that
morning, and he had gone to the island
in the sloop.
“For what?"
The chief smiled, but shook his
head.
“Was it not a basket of gold and
precious stones?” demanded the colo
nel.
The chief’s eyes widened. There
w’ere others who knew, then? Bruce
noticed his surprise.
“Colonel, show’ the good chief the
royal seal on your document.”
The colonel did so, and the chief
salaamed when he saw the royal sig
nature. He was mightily bewildered,
and gradually he was made to under
stand that he had been vilely tricked.
“To the boats!" he shouted, as if
suddenly aw’akening. “We may be too
late, lords! He said he was a holy
man, and I believed."
They all ran hastily down to the
beach to seize what boats they could.
Here they met a heartrending obsta
cle in the refusal of the owners. The
chief, however, signified that it was
his will; and, moreover, he command
ed that the fishermen should handle
the oars. They would be paid. That
was different. Why did not the white
people say so at once? They would
go anywhere for money. Not the most
auspicious sign, thought Ramabai.
They got into the boats and pushed
off.
«jn me way to me lsiana me colo
nel consulted the map, or diagram, he
held In his hand. It was not possible
that Umballa knew the exact spot.
A filigree basket of silver, filled
with gold and gems! The man be
came as eager and excited as a boy.
The Instinct to hunt for treasure be
gins Just outside the cradle and ends
Just inside the grave.
To return to Umballa. Upon land
ing, he asked at once If any knew
where the cave was. One man did
know the way, but he refused to show
it There were spirits there, ruled
by an evil god.
“Take me there, you, and I will en
ter without harm. Am I not holy?”
That put rather a new face upon the
situation. If the holy man was willing
to risk an encounter with the god, far
be it that they should prevent him.
An ordinary seeker would not have
found the entrance in a lifetime. Um
balla had not known exactly where the
cave was, but he knew all that the
cave contained. When they came to
it Umballa sniffed; the tang of sul
phur became evident both in his nose
and on his tongue. He understood. It
was simply a small spring, a mineral.
In which sulphur predominated. He
came out with some cupped in his
hands. He drank and showed them
that it was harmless. Besides, he was
a holy man, and his presence made In
effectual all evil spirits which might
roam within the cave.
Umballa, impatient as he was, had
to depend upon patience. By dint of
inquiries he learned that wild Moham
medans had cast the spell upon the
cave, set a curse upou its threshold.
Umballa tottered and destroyed this
by reasoning that the curse of a Mo
hammedan could not affect a Hindu.
Finally, he offered each and all of them
a fortune—and won.
Torches were lighted and the cave
entered. There were many side jra»
sages; and within these the astute IIm
balla saw the true reason for the curse
of the Mohammedans: guns and pow
der, hundreds and hundreds of pounds
of black destruction! A lower gallery
—the mouth of which lay under a slab
of rock—led to the pit wherein rested
the filigree basket. . . . For a time
Umballa acted like a madman. He
sang, chanted, dug his hands into the
gold and stones; choked, sobbed. Here
was true kingship; the private treas
ures of a dozen decades, all his for
the taking. lie forgot his enemies and
their nearness as the fortune revealed
itself to him.
As his men at length staggered out
of the lower gallery with the basket
slung upon an improvised litter he
espied his enemies marching up the
hill! Back into the cave again. Um
Umballa Counting the Gold.
balla cursed and bit his nails. He was
unarmed, as were his men, and he had
not time to search among the smug
gled arms to find his need.
“Heaven-born,” spoke up the man
who had known where the cave was,
“there is an exit on the other side.
We can go through that without yon
der people noticing us.”
"A fortune for each of you when you
put this on the sloop!”
Back through the cave they rushed,
torches flaring. Once a bearer stum
bled over a powder can, and the torch
holder all but sprawled over him. Um
balla's hair stood on end. Fear im
pelled the men toward the exit.
“There is powder enough hern to
blow up'all of Hind! Hasten!"
At the mouth of the exit the men
Wltil Uli: Alxiw
need of them, carelessly llai.^ men
aside.
“Fools!” roared Umballa; “you have
destroyed us!”
He fled. The bearers followed with
the burden. Down the side of the
promontory they slid. Under a pro
jecting ledge they paused, sweating
with terror. Suddenly the whole island
rocked. An explosion followed that
was heard half a hundred miles away,
where the gunboat of the British raj
patroled the shores. Rocks, trees,
sand filled the air, and small fires
broke out here and there. The bulk
of the damage, however, was done to
the far side of the promontory, not
where the frightened Umballa stood
A twisted rifle barrel fell at his feet.
“To the sloop!” he yelled. “It is all
over!"
On the far side the other treasure
seekers stood huddled-together, scarce
knowing which way to turn. The mir
acie of It was that none of them was
hurt. Perhaps a quarter of an hour
passed before their faculties awoke.
“Look!” cried Kathlyn, pointing sea
ward.
What she saw was Umballa, setting
adrift the boats which had brought
them from the mainland.
Came a second explosion, far more
furious than the first In the down
ward rush Kathlyn stumbled and fell,
the debris falling all about her.
CHAPTER XXV.
Complications.
Blinded by the dust, tripped by the
rolling stones, Bruce turned to where
he had seen Kathlyn fall. The explo
sion—the last one—had opened up
veins of strange gases, for the whole
promontory appeared to be on fire.
He bent and caught up in his arms
the precious burden, staggered down
to the beach and plunged into the wa
ter. A thin trickle of blood flowing
down her forehead explained every
thing; a falling stone had struck her.
“Kit, Kit! I hope to God the treasure
went up also." He dashed the cold
water into her face.
The others were unhurt, though
dazed, and for the nonce incapable of
coherent thought or action.
“The boats!” Bruce laid Kathlyc
down on the sand and signed to Win
nie. “Tend to her. I must take a
chance at the boats. We could cross
the neck of sand at ebb, but Umballa
will be far away before that time. Kit,
Kit; my poor girl!” He patted her
wrists and called to her, and when
finally her lips stirred he rose and
waded out into the sea, followed by
four hardy fishermen. The freshening
breeze, being from the southwest, aid
ed the swimmers, for the boats did not
drift out to sea, but in a northeasterly
direction. The sloop was squaring
away for the mainland.
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
NO ROOM FOR THE WHINER
World Ha» Little Use for Man Who
Looks Habitually Through Eyes
of Gloom.
He who thinks the world Is full of
good people and kindly blessings is
much richer than he who thinks the
contrary. Each man’s Imagination
largely peoples the world for himself.
Some live in a world peopled with
princes of the royal blood; some In a
world of paupers and privation. You
have your choice.
This Is a big, busy world. It cares
precious little what you think of it.
or what faults or troubles you find in
It. It is a choice that concerns your
self more than all others combined,
whether you grouch in the gloom, the
companion of hateful goblins, or stride
In the sunshine, seeing smiles and
catching shreds of song.
Men and women In God's image were
not made as whining, groveling beings.
They were made to stand, erect, men
tally as well as physically; to labor
well and Joyously; to take the gifts of
Providence, whether they be joy or sor
row, and bear them cheerfully and
with courage; to add ever something to
the world’s store of happiness. If It be
anly a smile_
Look up! See how flooded with sun
shine this beautiful world Is when
Faced with smiling eyes.
If you would win anything, do any
thing, be anything, don’t whine.—
Christian Herald.
Old Seem Bad.
Jeems McTavish was a well-known
gardener of Peebles, and sometimes
be Imbibed too freely. It was on one
or these occasions that be wandered
Into the kirkyard one night and fell
asleep with his back against a tomb
stone. At sunrise a coaching party
iame down the lane. The horn ring
ing loud and clear awoke McTavish.
Half asleep and still somewhat mud
lled, he started up and glanced
about "Th' judgment morn and I’m
th’ only mon that's up!” he exclaimed.
‘This disna speak weel for Peebles.”
Poison Little Understood.
A poison whose action is little un
lerstood by the medical profession,
although it is one of the most useful
)f all, namely, strychnine, is being in
vestigated. It is used as a stimulant
luite generally, up to one-thirty-second
)f a grain being administered with im
punity. But if the doee be increased
aver so little, the dangers of tetanus
»re very great When tetanus does
'ollow, however, paradoxical as it may
seem, the cure applied is the admln
stration of more strychnine.
Not So Far Back.
"I see where one of me schoolmates
ias been pinched again,” said Bill the
3urglar.
"You an’ him wux kida together?”
jueried Frieco Frank.
“Nope. Me an’ him went to night
school in de same pen."
HONESTY AMONG THE POOR
Happening in New York Department
Store That It Is a Pleasure to
Record.
A shop girl in a big New York de
partment store had two customers.
One bought five yards of expensive
lace. The other bought a small piece
of inexpensive net to finish a cap she
was making to put in the Woman’s
exchange.
When the girl who had bought the
net reached home she found she had
the lace. Now, she was poor as a
church mouse and dependent on her
needle for a living. The lace was ex
actly what she had been longing for.
She knew that she could make needle
work from it that would bring her In
ten times its original cost
She carried it back early the next
morning to the shop. No sooner had
she reached there than the shopgirl
with swollen eyes and pallid cheeks
rushed up to her. The other custom
er even then was handing her the net
and telling her of the mistake.
“All night long I’ve prayed," the
shopgirl said to the latest comer, “that
you were poor enough to know 1
couldn't afford to make the mistake
good out of my weekly salary. And
the other woman said that of course
you wouldn't be such a fool as to re
turn it—that nobody ever did."
“A rich woman might not have uh
derstood," replied the needleworker
"but I did. I wasn't thinking of hei
loss, but of yours.”
And so a friendship was cemented
that has lasted ever since.
A Horsa for Sale.
The late Senator Elkins used to tell
a story If Bige Brown.
Blge, he explained, lived In Elkins
Meeting him one day in the main
: street the senator said:
“Bige, do you know of anybody
that’s got a horse for sale?”
Bige, chewing gum, gave the senator
a patronizing smile.
‘(Well, senator,” he said, “I guess
Bill Hurst has. I sold him one jester
day.”
Better Sport.
A little boy was sitting on one ol
the benches of Central park watch
ing some of the people ride the don
keys. An exceedingly tat woman hired
a donkey and was about to mount
when she saw the small boy and said
to him:
"Little boy, don’t you want me tc
hire a donkey for you?”
"No. thank you. I’d rather sit here
and laugh."
A Slow Poke.
“I never want to ace Mr. Dryerly
again!”
“Why not, Bettlna?”
“He sat In a hammock with me for
an hour and couldn’t think of anything
more Interesting to talk about than so
clallam.”
BREADS WITHOUT EGGS
WILL BE WELCOME ON MENU AS
A CHANGE.
Buttermilk Gems and Biscuits Are
Two of Five Recommended—Sweet
Potato Pone—Recipe for Quick
Cinnamon Buns.
Buttermilk Gems or Muffins.—Add a
teaspooufu! of soda dissolved in a tea
spoonful of water to a pint of thick,
sour buttermilk, stir in quickly suffi
cient flour to make a batter that will
drop from the spoon. Grease gem pans
or muffin rings, fill them partly full
with this mixture, and bake quickly
in a hot oven. If the batter is thin
enough to pour it may be baked on the
griddle.
Buttermilk Biscuits.—Sift one quart
of flour with a level teaspoonful of bi
carbonate of soda and a half teaspoon
ful of salt; rub into it a tablespoonful
of shortening Grease a shallow bak
ing pan, and see that the oven is hot.
Add to the flour mixture one pint of
thick sour milk or buttermilk; knead
quickly, using sufficient flour to pre
vent sticking.
Sweet Potato Pone-—-Pare and grate
sufficient sweet potatoes to make one
pint, add one cupful of sweet milk, a
teaspoonful of ginger, two level table
spoonfuls of butter, melted, and two
tablespoonfuls of sugar; beat thor
oughly. Sift two level teaspoonfuls of
baking powder with one and a half
cupfuls of flour; add this to the pone,
beat a minute, turn into a buttered
baking dish, and bake in a moderate
oven three-quarters of an hour. Serve
in the dish in which it is baked. This
is a spoon bread and should be served
as soon as taken from the oven.
Bachelor’s Buttons.—To a pint of
flour add two level teaspoonfuls of
baking powder and a half teaspoonful
salt; mix; rub in two tablespoonfuls
shortening; add two tablespoonfuls
sugar, and milk to just moisten. Roll
into small pieces, brush with milk,
dust with sugar and bake in a quick
oven twenty-five minutes.
Quick Cinnamon Bun.—Sift a quart
I of flour into four teaspoonfuls baking
powder and a half teaspoonful salt;
rub in two tablespoonfuls shortening;
I add milk to just moisten. Mix. roll
I into a sheet, spread with butter, dust,
I thickly with sugar, lightly with cinna
mon, and sprinkle with dry clean cur
rants. Make into a roll, cut into two
inch lengths, stand these, cut side up,
in greased pan, and bake in moderate
i oven about forty minutes. Serve warm,
j —Good Housekeeping Magazine.
Codfish Omelet.
Allow one egg for each person to
be served. Separate yolks and whites,
beating the latter until stiff. Heat
one level tablespoonful of butter in a
fryer. Whip the yolks, with two ta
blespoonfuls of milk for each four
eggs used, then mix in the whites
carefully, adding a dash of pepper.
Have a cupful of cooked flaked cod
fish. Pour the egg into the hot fry
er, and as the bottom of the egg sets
spread the fish over; then begin with
a broad-bladed knife and turn the
omelet gently from the bottom, tip
ping the pan to allow the uncooked
egg to drain out and cook.
To Clean Glass Oven Doors.
Glass front ovens are frequently
complained of as not sufficiently light
and clear to be satisfactory. Such
glass doors will do their duty if the
housekeeper does hers, for the glass
needs frequent thorough washing on
both sides with some fine scouring
powder or scouring soap; ordinary
soap and water will not accomplish the
results desired, as in baking the fumes
and steam generated sometimes make
a coating difficult to remove. In addi
tion a small searchlight may be used
where stoves are not well placed for
light.
Vegetable Compote.
Chop vegetables left from a boiled
dinner, such as cabbage, parsnips or
potatoes. Sprinkle with pepper. Then
place a frying pan over the fire with
a piece of butter the size of a hickory
nut in it and when butter begins to
melt tip the pan in order to oil the
bottom. Add the vegetables and one
or two spoonfuls of hot water which
has been boiled. Cover quickly to keep
in the steam. When heated thorough
ly take off cover, stirring contents oc
casionally until well cooked. Serve
hot.
Practical Household Tips.
Cooked Beans.—If a little baking
soda is added when cooking navy
beans or shelled beans, they need not
be soaked over night, and will be soft
in about half the usual time.
£a3y Cleaner.—Grease spots on wall
paper may be removed by rubbing
thoroughly with camphorated chalk.
Scorched Cloth.—Bread crumbs not
too -.tale, rubbed over scorched cloth
will cause the burn to disappear.—Mc
Clure’s Magazine.
Hamburg Roast.
Try this and see if It isn't good;
Make a dressing of stale bread soaked
until soft. Then squeeze the water
off and season with a little pepper,
salt, sage, one egg and a few bits of
butter. Stir it into your meat and
put into a greased tin; add a little
hot water and bake about one and a
half hours One pound of steak fixed
this way is plenty for four.
French Puffs.
Cream a third of a cupful of butter
with a cupful of sugar and add two
eggs, beaten separately, a cupful of
milk and two cupfuls of flour sifted
with a teaspoonful of cream tartar,
half a teaspoonful of soda and a pinch
of salt. Bake in patty pans until
brown and serve hot with maple
sirup.
For the Cream Pitcher.
If you have a small pitcher that has
the trying habit of “pouring back,”
just rub a bit of butter under the nose
and you will not be troubled more.
This will prevent the dripping from a
pitcher used for any purpose and thus
save many spots on the tablecloth.
WHEN KIDNEYS ACT BAD
TAKE GLASS OF SALTS
Eat Less Meat If Kidneys Hurt or You
Have Backache or Bladder Misery
—Meat Forms Uric Acid.
No man or woman who eats meat
regularly can make a mistake by flush
ing the kidneys occasionally, says a
well-known authority. Meat forma
uric acid which clogs the kidney pores
so they sluggishly filter or strain only
part of the waste and poisons from
the blood, then you get sick. Nearly
all rheumatism, headaches, liver trou
ble, nervousness, constipation, dizzi
ness, sleeplessness, bladder disorders
come from sluggish kidneys.
The moment you feel a dull ache in
the kidneys or your back hurts, or if
the urine is cloudy, offensive, full of
sediment, irregular of passage or at
tended by a sensation of scalding, get
about four ounces of Jad Salts from
any reliable pharmacy aad take a
tablespoonful in a glass of water be
fore breakfast for a few days and your
kidneys will then act fine. This fa
mous salts is made from the acid of
grapes and lemon juice, combined with
iithia and has been used for genera
tions to flush clogged kidneys and
stimulate them to activity, also to neu
tralize the acids in urine so it no
longer causes irritation, thus ending
bladder disorders.
Jad Salts is inexpensive and cannot
Injure; makes a delightful efferves
cent lithia-water drink which all reg
ular meat eaters should take now and
then to keep the kidneys clean and
the blood pure, thereby avoiding se
rious kidney complications.—Adv
Tolstoy’s Teachings.
If people would but understand that
they are not the sons of some father
land or other, nor of governments, h t
are sons of God, and can. therefor**
neither be slaves nor enemies, one f
another—those insane, unnecessary,
worn-out pernicious organization*
called governments, and all the suff -r
ings, violations, humiliations and
crimes which they occasion, would
cease.—Leo Tolstoy.
A RICH MAN'S ROMANCE.
Would you believe it, the ordinary 1' >
tato has made Henry Schroeder. a po r :v.
grant boy, the Rich Potato King ■ t • a
Ued River Valley and wound around
a romance which every ambitious t
boy will want to read in SulzerV .-■■ .
Catalog.
Among Mr. Schroeder’s strong state
ments are: "In years of Potato pier
plant plenty Potatoes!” Or, in .
words, when Potatoes are plenty and ch • in
in Fall and Winter, plant plenty Pot »t n
the following Spring, and look for 7 -
90c Potatoes in Summer and Fall. Goo i
common sense advises that. Worth fci >w
ing every time!
Ten bushels enough seed to plant an acre
of Schroeder's Famous Ohio—that great
Potato—good in early Summer, good in
Winter, good in Fall, good all the year
around—the 10 bushels blood blue s- d
«toek cost but $15.00. Order now of u».
Headquarters for Alfalfa.
Fop 10c In Postage
We gladly mail our Catalog 1
tnd sample package of Ten Fa- "
mous Farm Seeds, including
Speltz, “The Cereal Wonder;” ,
Rejuvenated White Bonanza i
Oats, “The Prize Winner;” Bil- '
lion Dollar Grass; Teoainte,
the Silo Filler, etc., etc.
Or Send 12c
And we will mail you cur a
big Catalog and six generous 9
packages of Early Cabbage, f
Carrot, Cucumber, Lettuce, *
Radish, Onion—furnishing lots
and lots of juicy delicious
Vegetable* during the early
Spring and Summer.
Or send to John A. Salzer
Seed Co., Box 704, La
Crosse, Wis., twenty cents i
snd receive both above colleo- 1
tlons and their big catalog.
htory i eners.
"Do you find that set of books y «
bought interesting?"
“Not very.” confessed the naan who
tries to improve himself.
“Do you regret your bargain?"
“A little. I’d feel better about it it
the man who comes around to collect
the cash was as good at telling a funny
yarn as the one who sold me the
books."—Tit-Bits.
TAKES OFF DANDRUFF
HAIR STOPS FALLING
Girls! Try This! Makes Hair Thick*
Glossy, Fluffy, Beautiful—No
More Itching Scalp.
Within ten minutes after an appli
cation of Danderine you cannot find a
single trace of dandruff or falling hair
and your scalp will not itch, but what
will please you most will be after a
few weeks’ use, when you see new
hair, fine and downy at first—yes—but
really new hair—growing all over the
scalp.
A little Danderine immediately dou
bles the beauty of your hair No dif
ference how dull, faded, brittle and
scraggy, just moisten a cloth with
Danderine and carefully draw it
through your hair, taking one small
strand at a time. The effect is amat
ing—your hair will be light, fluffy and
wavy, and have an appearance of
abundance; an incomparable luster.
Boftness and luxuriance.
Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton’s
Danderine from any store, and prove
that your hair is as pretty and soft
as any—that it has been neglected or
Injured by careless treatment—that's
all—you surely can have beautiful hair
and lots of it if you will just try a lit
tie Danderine. Adv.
The New Grocer.
She—Have you any good farmers’
5ggS?
He—Er—wouldn’t hens’ eggs do.
na’am?—Philadelphia Ledger.