The Adventures of
liathlyn
By
HAROLD MAC GRATH
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(Copyright by Harold MacCrath)
CHAPTER XXV—Continued.
Did Umballa have the treasure?
Bruce wondered, as at length his
hand reached up and took hold of the
gunwale of the boat he had picked out
to bring down. Would Umballa have
possessed tenacity enough to hang on
to it in face of all the devastation?
Bruce sighed as he drew himself up
and crawled into the boat. He knew
that treasure had often made a hero
out of a coward; and treasure at that
moment meant life and liberty to Um
balla. On his return to the island he
greeted the colonel somewhat roughly
Put for this accursed basket they
would have been well out of Asia by
this time.
“Umbaila has your basket, colonel.
If he hasn't, then say good-by to it, for
it can never be dug from under those
tons of rock. . . . Here! where are
those fishermen going?" he demanded.
The men were in the act of pushing
off with the boats, which they had only
just brought back.
Ramabal picked up his discarded
rifle.
"Stop!"
"They are frightened,” explained the
chief.
“Well, they can contain their fright
till we are in safety," Ramabai de
clared. "Warn them."
“Hurry, everybody! I feel it in my
bones that that black devil has the
treasure. Get these men into the
boats. Here, pick up those oars. Get
la. Kit; you, Winnie; come every
body!"
Kathlyn gazed sadly at her father.
Treasure, treasure; that first. She was
beginning to hate the very sound of
the word. The colonel had been nerv
ous, impatient, and irritable ever since
the document had been discovered.
Till recently Kathlyn had always be
lieved her father to be perfect, but
now she saw that he was human, he
had his flawed spot. Treasure! Before
her or Winnie! So be it.
"Colonel,” said Bruce, taking a
chance throw, "we are less than a
hundred miles from the seaport Sup
pose we let Umballa clear out and we
ourselves head straight up the coast?
It is not fair to the women to put them
to any further hardship.”
“Bruce, I have sworn to God that
Umballa shall not have that treasure.
Ramabai, do you understand what it
will mean to you if he succeeds in
reaching AUaha with that treasure,
probably millions? He will be able to
buy every priest and soldier in Allaha
and still have enough left for any ex
travagance that he may wish to plunge
in.”
“Sahib," suggested Ramabai, “let us
send the women to the seaport in care j
of Ahmed, while we men seek Umbal- j
la.”
“Good!” Bruce struck his hands to
gether. “The very thing.”
“I refuse to be separated from fath
er," declared Kathlyn. "If he is deter
mined to pursue Umballa back to Al
laha, I must accompany him.”
"And I!" added Winnie.
“Nothing more to be said,” and
Bruce signed to the boatmen to start.
“If only this breeze had not come up!
We could have caught him before he
made shore.”
Umballa paced the deck of the sloop,
thinking and planning. He saw his ■
enemies leaving in the rescued boats.
Had he delayed them long enough? As
matters stood, he could not carry away
the treasure. He must have help, an
armed force of men he could trust. On
the mainland were Ahmed and the loy
al keepers; behind were three men
who wanted his life as he wanted
theirs. The only hope he had lay in
the cupidity of the men on the sloop.
If they could be made to stand by
him, there was a fair chance. Once
he was of a mind to heave the basket
over the rail and trust to luck in find
ing it again. But the thought tore at
his heart. He simply could not do it
Perhaps he could start a revolt, or
win over the chief of the village. He
had known honest men to fall at the
sight of gold, to fight for it, to commit I
any crime for it—and, if need be, to '
die for it. But the chief was with his i
enemies, riuany ne came ro tne con
clusion that the only thing to be done
was to carry the treaure directly into
the chief’s hut and there await him.
He would bribe the men with him suf
ficiently to close their mouths. If Ah
med was on the shore, the game was
up. But he swept the mainland with
his gaze and discovered no sign of
him.
. As a matter of fact, Ahmed had ar
ranged his elephants so that they could !
start at once up the coast to the sea
port. He was waiting on the native
highway for the return of his master,
quite confident that he would bring the
bothersome trinkets with him. He
knew nothing of Umbaila's exploit.
The appalling thunder of the explo
sions worried him. He would wait for
just so long; then he would go and
seek.
Every village chief has his successor
In hope. This individual wa3 one of
those who had helped Umballa to
carry the treasure from the cave; in
fact, the man who had guided him to
the cave itself. He spoke to Umballa.
He said that he understood the holy
one's plight; for to these yet simple
minded village folk Umballa was still
the holy one. Their religion was the
same.
“Holy one,” he said, “we can best
your enemies who follow."
“Hbw,” eagerly.
“Yonder Is the chief’s bullock cart.
I myself will find the bullocks.”
“What then?”
“We Bhall be on the way south be
fore the others land.”
“An extra handful of gold for you!
Get the oars out! Let us hurry!”
“More, holy one; these men will
obey me.”
"They shall all be well paid.'
Umballa had reached the point
where he could not plan without
treachery. He proposed to carry the
basket into the jungle somewhere,
bury it, and make way with every man
who knew the secret; then, at the
proper time, he would return for it
with a brave caravan, his own men or
those whose loyalty he could repur
chase.
The landing was made, the basket
conveyed to the bullock cart, which
was emptied of its bait and leopard
trap; the bullocks were brought out
and harnessed—all this activity before
the fishing boats had covered half the
distance.
"I see light,” murmured Umballa.
He tried to act coolly, but when he
spoke his voice cracked and the blood
in his throat nigh suffocated him.
"Sand, holy one!”
“Well, what of sand?"
"You can dig and cover up things in
sand and no one can possibly tell. The
sand tells nothing.”
They drove the bullocks forward
mercilessly till they came to what Um
balla considered a suitable spot. A
pit was dug. but not before Umballa
had taken from the basket enough
gold to set the men wild. They were
his. He smiled inwardly to think how
easily they could have had all of it!
They were still honest.
The sand was smoothed down over
the basket. It would not have been
possible for the human eye to discover
the spot without a perfect range. Um
balla drove down a broken stick di
rectly over where the basket lay. He
had beaten them; they would find
nothing. Now to rid himself of these
simple fools who trusted him.
The man who longed to become the
chief's successor was then played upon
ty Umballa: to set the two factions at
each other's throat; a perfect elimina
tion. Umballa advised him to rouse
his friends, declare that the white peo
ple had taken the gold away from the
holy man, to whom it belonged as
agent.
Thus, in this peaceful fishermen’s
village began the old game of gold and
politics, for the two are inseparable.
Umballa, in hiding, watched the con
test gleefully. He witnessed the rival
approach his chief, saw the angry
gestures exchanged, and knew that dis
sension had begun. The men of the
village clustered about.
"Where have you hidden it?” de
manded the chief. "It belongs to the
sahib."
"Hidden what?”
“The treasure you and the false holy
one took from the forbidden cave!”
“False holy one?”
"Ay, wretch! He is Durga Ram, the
man who murdered the king of Alla
ha.”
The mutineer laughed and waved
his hand toward the smoking ruins
of the promontory.
"Look for it there,” he said, “under
mountains of rock and dirt and sand.
Look for it there! Aiad who is this
white man who says the holy one is
false?”
"1 say it, you scoundrel!” cried the
colonel, advancing; but Bruce re
“Where Have You Hidden It?” De
manded the Chief.
strained him, seeing that the situation
had taken an unpleasant and sinister
trend.
'Patience, colonel; just a little diplo
macy,” he urged.
“But the man lies!”
"That may be, but just at present
there seem to be more men standing
back of him than back of our chief
here. We have no way of getting a
warning to Ahmed. Wait!”
"Jackal,” spoke the chief wrathfully,
“thou liest!”
"Ah! thou has grown too fat with
rule.”
"Ay!” cried the men back of the mu
tinous one.
"Sahib,” said the chief, without los
ing any of his natural dignity, "the
man has betrayed me. I see the lust of
gold in their eyes. Evil presage. But
you have saved the life of my child
and mine, and I will throw my strength
with you.”
"Father, can’t you see?” asked Kath
lyn.
“See what?”
“The inevitable. It was In my heart
all the way here that we should meet
with disaster. There is yet time to
leave here peacefully.”
But her pleading fell upon the ears
of a man who was treasure mad. He
would not listen to reason. Ahmed
could have told Kathlyn that the old
guru stood back of her father, push
ing, pushing.
“He is mad,” whispered Bruce, “but
we cannot leave him."
“What would I do without you,
John!”
From down the beach the chief’s lit
tle girl came toddling to the group of
excited men. She was clutching some
thing in her hand. Her father took
her by the arm and pulled her back to
him. Kathlyn put her hand upon the
child’s head, protectingly. The child
gazed up shyly, opened her little hand
. . . and disclosed a yellow sovereign.
The argument between the chief and
his mutinous followers went on.
“John,” said Kathlyn, “you speak the
dialect. I can understand only a word
here and there. But listen. Tell the
chief that all we desire is to be per
mitted to depart in peace later,” she
added, significantly.
“What's up?”
“The child has a coin—a British
sovereign—in her hand. She knows
where Umballa has secreted the treas
ure. Since father cannot be budged
from his purpose, let us try deceit You
speak to the chief while I explain to
father.”
To the chief Bruce said: “The treas
ure is evidently lost. So, after a short
rest, we shall return to our caravan
and depart. We do not wish to be the
cause of trouble between you and your
people."
“But. sahib, they have the gold!”
“The false holy one doubtless gave
them that before the explosion.” Bruce
laid hold of his arm in a friendly fash
ion, apparently, but in reality as a
warning. “All we want is a slight rest
in your house. After that we shall
proceed upon our journey."
The mutineers could offer no reason
able objections to this and signified
that it was all one to them so long as
the white people departed. They had
caused enough damage by their ap
pearance and it might be that it was
through their agency that the prom
ontory was all but destroyed. The
fish would be driven away for weeks.
And what would the herce gun run
ners say when they found out that their
stores had gone up in flame and
smoke? At, ai! What would they do
but beat them and torture them for
permitting any one to enter the cave?
"When these men come,” answered
the chief, with a dry smile, ‘ I will deal
with them. None of us has entered
the cave. They know me for a man of
truth. Perhaps you are right," he add
ed to the mutineer. "There could not
have been a treasure there and escape
the sharp eyes of those Arabs. Go
back to your homes. These white peo
ple shall be my guests till they have
rested and are ready to depart.”
Reluctantly the men dispersed, and
from his hiding place Umballa saw an
other of his schemes fall into pieces.
There would be no fight, at least for
the present The men, indeed, had
hoped to come to actual warfare, but
they could not force war on their chief
without some good cause. After all,
the sooner the white people were out
of the way the better for all con
cerned.
Did the leader of this open mutiny
have ulterior designs upon the treas
ure. upon the life of Umballa? Per
haps. At any rate, events so shaped
themselves a3 to nullify whatever
plans he had formed in his gold-dazzled
brain.
The colonel was tractable and fell
In with Kathlyn’s idea. It would have
been nothing short of foolhardiness to
have openly antagonized the rebellious
men.
“You have a plan. Kit, but what is
It?”
“I dare not tell you here. You are
too excited. But I believe I can lead
you to where Umballa has buried the
basket. I feel that Umballa is watch
ing every move we make. And I dare
say he hoped—and even instigated—
this mutiny to end in disaster for us.
He is alone. So much we can rely
upon. But if we try to meet him open
ly we shall lose. Patience for a little
while. There, they are leaving us.
They are grumbling, but I do not be
lieve that means anything serious.”
"Now, then, white people," said the
chief, “come to my house. You are
welcome there, now and always. You
have this day saved my life and that
of my child. I am grateful.”
Inside the hut Kathlyn drew the
child toward her and gently pressed
open the tightly clutched Angers. She
plucked the sovereign from the little
pink palm and held it up. The child s
father seized it, wonderlngly.
“Gold! They lied to me! I knew
It!”
Yes, said Hruce. rtiey did nnd
the treasure. They brought it here
and buried it quickly. And we believe
your little girl knows where. Question
her.”
It was not an easy matter. The child
was naturally shy, and the presence of
all these white-skinned people struck
her usually babbling tongue with a
species of paralysis. But her father
was patient, and word by word the se
cret was dragged out of her. She told
of the stolen bullock cart, of the dig
ging In the sand, of the holy one.
In some manner they must lure Dm
balla from his retreat. It was finally
agreed upon that they all return to the
camp and steal back at once In a
roundabout way. They would come
sufficiently armed. Later, the chief
could pretend to be walking with his
child.
So while Umballa stole forth from
his hiding place, reasonably certain
that his enemies had gone, Umballa
got together his mutineers and made
arrangements with them to help him
carry away the treasure that night, the
rightful owners were directed to the
broken stick in the damp sand.
That night, when Umballa and his
men arrived, a hole in the sand greet
ed them. It was shaped like a mouth,
opened in laughter.
CHAPTER XXVI.
Ended Trouble*.
It was Ahmed’s suggestion that
they in turn should bury the filigree
basket He reasoned that if they at
tempted to proceed with it they would
be followed and sooner or later set
upon by Umballa and the men he had
won away from the village chief. The
poor fishermen were gold mad and at
present not accountable for what they
did or planned to do. He advanced that
Umballa would have no difficulty in
rousing them to the pitch of murder.
Umballa would have at his beck and
call no less than twenty men, armed
and ruthless. Some seventy miles
beyond was British territory, and
wherever there was British territory
there were British soldiers. With
them they would return, leaving the
women in safety behind.
"The commissioner there will ob
ject,” said the colonel,
t “No, sahib,” replied Ahmed. "The
memsahlb has every right in the world
to this treasure. You possess the doc
uments to prove it, and nothing more
would be necessary to the commission
er."
“But, Ahmed,” interposed Bruce, “we
are none of us British subjects.”
“What difference will that make, sa
hib?”
"Quite enough. England is not In
the habit of protecting anybody but
her own subjects. We should probably
The Treasure Is Found.
be held up till everything was verified
at Allaha; and the priests there would
not hesitate to charge us with forgery
and heaven knows what else. Let us
bury the basket, by all means; return
for it and carry it away by piecemeal.
To carry it away as it is, in bulk,
would be courting suicide.”
Ahmed scratched his chin. Trust a
white man for logic.
“And, besides,” went on Bruce, “the
news would go all over the Orient and
the Thugs would come like flies scent
ing honey. Xo; this must be kept se
cret if we care to get away with it. It
cannot be worth less than a million.
And I’ve known white men who would
cut our throats for a handful of ru
pees.”
For the first time since the expedi
tion started out the colonel became
normal, a man of action, cool in the
head and foresighted. The hardships
of his incarceration, the many dangers
through which he had passed and the
constant worry over his daughters had
had their effect upon his mental and
physical being. Heretofore he had
been content to let others lead and
blindly follow, apparently hoping little
for ultimate success and freedem. Now
he was the colonel of old. the intrepid
and resourceful man whom Ahmed
had followed In many a hunting expe
dition.
‘‘Ahmed, spread out the men around
the camp," he ordered, briskly. “In
struct them to shoot over the head of
anyone who approaches; this the first
time. The second time, to kill, flruce
has the right idea; so let us get busy.
Over there, where that boulder is. The
ground will be damp and soft under it,
and when we roll it back there will be
no sign of its having been disturbed. 1
used to cache ammunition that way.
Give me that spade.”
It was good to Kathlvn’s ears to hear
her father talk like this.
At a depth of three feet the basket
was lowered, covered and the boulder
rolled Into place. After that the colo
nel stooped and combed the turf where
the boulder had temporarily rested.
He showed his wonderful woodcraft
there. It would take a keener eye than
Umballa possessed to note any disturb
ance. The safety of the treasure ulti
mately. however, depended upon the
loyalty of the keepers under Ahmed.
They had been with the colonel for
years; yet . . . The colonel shrugged
He had to trust them; that was all
there was to the matter. Here was a
treasure that might well test the hon
esty of any man. No one could fore
tell whether the loyalty of his keep
ers would stand up against a tempta
tion such as this. But there was no
alternative, he must trust them.
A sentinel came rushing up—one of
the keepers.
“Something is stampeding the ole
phants!” he cried.
Ahmed and the men with him rushed
off. In Ahmed's opinion, considering
what lay before them, elephants wrere
more important than colored stones
and yellow metal. Without the ele
phants they w’ould indeed find them
selves in sore straits.
“Net us move away from here," ad
vised Bruce, picking up the imple
ments and shouldering them. He
walked several yards away, tossed
shovel and pick into the bushes, tore
at the turf and stamped on it. giving
it every appearance of having been dis
turbed. The colonel nodded approving
ly. It was a good point and he had
overlooked it.
They returned hastily to camp,
which was about two hundred yards j
beyond the boulder. Kathlvn entered
her tent to change her clothes, ragged,
soiled and burnt The odor of wet i
burnt cloth is never agreeable. And
she needed dry shoes, even if there
was but an hour or two before bed
time.
Only one elephant had succeeded in
bolting. Jn some manner he had
loosened his peg; but what had started
him on the run they never learned.
The other elephants were swaying un
easily, but their pegs were deep and
their chains stout Ahmed and the
keepers went after the truant on foot.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
NOT A RACE OF APE-MEN
Abundant Proof That American Cave
Dwellers Knew Advantages of
Vegetable Diet.
The American cave-dwellers were
not ape-men, not even big-jawed,
low-browed meat eaters like the al
leged associates of the famous albeit
anonymous owner of the "Neander
thal Skull." Corn and squash seeds,
three kinds of gourds, the stone met
ate and the slender bones of birds
tell of the largely vegetable diet of
these primeval cave-dwellers.
Evidences of religious worship
abound; little estufas, with places for
the sacred fire among the dwellings,
and larger ones in the open canyon,
where circles of communal huts in
closed the central floor, hardened by
the feet of thousands of dancers.
Here, still unexplored, are hun
dreds of tiny cavern bouses burrowed
in cliffs &00 and 600 feet high, col
ored in maroon, ochre, sober gray
and gypsum white—hues that in the
sunset glow in furnace-reds and royal
purple and deep, lavender.
Not far away, at Casa Grande, a
race of tall men lived in larger caves,
and left their mummified dead to tell
of six-foot brave6 and broad-hipped
women; while at Frijoles the bodies,
swathed in woven cloths, were of me
dium height, with here and there a
taller warrior. Reservoirs to im
pound water for siege or drought;
ditches for irrigation; pictographs
that are a melange of bird or reptile,
beasts and weird imitations of the hu
man form divine; pottery in shards
and unbroken: splintered bows and
featherless arrows; fiber soled san
dals. and blankets thickened with rab
bit fur are found in some of these
ancient cavern houses. — National
Magazine.
Was It for Him?
Blithers and Smithers were neigh
bors. They were friends before they
became neighbors. The enmity start
ed by Blithers' boy pushing Smithers'
kid off a high picket fence and nearly
breaking his young neck. Then
Smithers killed four of Blithers' chick
ens. After that they glared at each
other like a couple of horse thieves.
Blithers hired a colored man to
mow his lawn. 'Rastus threw the
grass over the fence into Smithers
yard.
"Hey you!” yelled Smithers. “What
in thunder are you doing?”
'Rastus blinked.
“Das foh yo' mool, mister,” he
smiled.
"Mule!” roared Smithers. “I ain’t
got no mule!”
'Rastus stared.
“Ain’tcha?” he gasped. Then he
scratched his head. "Das funny," he
added. “De gemman what lib here
say de grass foh de jackass nex’ doh;’’
—S. E. C. Smyth in Judge.
i HOW CRAB SHEDS ITS ARMOR
Takes Only a Quarter of an Hour, if
Crustacean Is Not Injured Dur
ing the Process.
It would be contrary to t!.e laws of
nature for a fully grown male crab to
lose his armor for an instant, as he
I is always protective of females. The
I first sign of shedding Is a white line
j on the afterdeck of the crab. When
this turns red he is a comer.
Next the shell fractures on the rim,
and the flesh bulges as part of the
process of throwing it off. He is now
a buster. If not injured while in this
state the shell may be thrown off in a
quarter of an hour. If injured, the
process may take several days or
cause the death of the crab.
The crab really undresses, pulling
its legs and claws out of its clothes by
steady work, all the shell parts soft
ening sufficiently to complete the proc
ess. Undressed, the crab at once be
comes larger in flesh. In 12 hours a
new shell has reached parchment
, form, and the crab is then a buckler.
Three days are required to complete
the hardening until a carapace is
formed.
When a crab loses a limb it grows a
new one often, although in some cases
mere healing of the severed section
takes place. Where a wound has
healed Instead of the limb being re
grown, it may be assumed that the
crab lost that samel limb three or
four times previously, and has not
power to continue the process of com
plete new growth of leg or claw.
Appropriated H»r i ea.
The most embarrassing moment of
my life was when touring in Ireland
I stepped from our train on to the
platform at Athlone and saw a boy
running along the platform with a cup
of tea and bread and butter. "How
much is it?” says It. “Sixpence.” he
says.
I was devouring it ravenously when
a lady with two children thrust her
head out of the next compartment.
Looking at me angrily and yet good
naturedly, she said: “That’s a mean
Yankee trick. I ordered that at the
station above to meet me here.”—Ex
change.
What They Want.
“So this woman, who has never
done anything but attend to her home,
wants to have the advertising of our
theater, yob say? What qualifications
has she for the job?”
"Well, she tells me she knows how
to keep a house In print."
Laid Nest Full of Chicks.
One day little Imogene ran Into the
house greatly excited, and exclaimed:
“Oh, mama, what do you think? Our
old speckled hen ban laid a nest full
of little chicks!"
PROCESS OF STEWING
REGULATION OF HEAT IS THE
MAIN CONSIDERATION.
On That Account It Is Best to Use
Gas, When Possible—Glazed Earth
enware Jar Should Be Re
ceptacle Employed.
Stewing is a method of food prepara
tion that approaches the soup-making
process. It is to some extent a pro
ceeding that occupies a middle posi
tion between boiling and baking; the
latter is often called roasting. In
stewing, the cook’s endeavor should
be to extract from the meat its nutri
tive juices, and then to employ those
juices, suitably treated, to finish cook
ing the remainder of the meat. For
successful stewing, the most impor
tant point is the power of regulating
the heat at which the operation is
conducted. In order to stew success
fully the heat must be absolutely un
der the cook’s control. The up-to-date
cook, therefore, prefers gas for stew
ing purposes on account of the perfect
control that can be exercised over the
temperature.
For successful stewing, meat should
be divided into small portions for the
easy extraction of the juices. Where
bones exist, these should be broken
into small pieces, and form an under
layer in the stewing vessel. The meat
and bones ought always to be placed
in cold water and the water should
cover everything in tlie pan or jar.
The lid or cover should be carefully
secured, and the temperature must be
gradually raised to a steady heat,
which must, of course, be below boil
ing. The extraction of the meat juices
then proceeds, and when vegetables
are to be added to the stew they are
placed in the vessel at a later stage.
Boiling and stewing are by no means
the same process. The proper tem
perature for stewing is about 180 de
grees Fahr. As almost everybody
knows, the boiling point is 212 Fahr.
A glazed earthenware jar with a
tight-fitting cover is most useful for
stewing meat, or for making soups. If
it has no cover, one should be con
structed by fitting a plate or saucer on
top of the jar and brown paper should
then -be tied over it. A jar with a
cover saves this trouble, and is, there
fore, worth the extra expense. Earth
enware or stone jars are very easily
kept clean, and food does not spoil
when left in them, as it may do if
left in a metal pan. They can be
placed on the top of the stove or in the
oven when it is necessary to reheat
the, food contained in them, or if
placed in a pan of boiling water the
contents of the jar will cook slowly
without attention frcra the cook. A
meat stew can be served in the jar in
which it has been cooked, if it is
neither too large nor too high. It must
of course, be wiped dry and a napkin
may be neatly folded around it. By
this process the great advantage of a
very hot dinner may be obtained in
the coldest weather, even when the
whole family does not reach the home
at exactly the same hour, as a stone
or earthenware jar, having been thor
oughly heated, will retain the heat for
some time.—American Cookery.
Lobster Cutlets.
Melt one teaspoonful of butter, add
two tablespoonfuls of flour and cook
thoroughly. Add one cupful of boil
ing water and cook until thick, stir
ring constantly. Add two cupfuls of
chopped lobster meat. Season with
salt, paprika, lemon juice and minced
parsley. Take from the Are, add the
beaten yolk of an egg and cool. Shape
into cutlets, Jip into egg and crumbs
and fry in deep fat. Stick a lobster
claw into the small end of each cut
let.
Bean Pot Roast.
Take one pound of beef, a cheap cut
is just as good if it is free from veins.
Cut in pieces about an inch square.
Put in all the fat, too. Put in a
bean pot, just cover with water and
put in the oven. As water boils away
add a little more. When about half
done add a little salt. When ready to
serve take from oven and put it in
the spider. Thicken with a little flour
mixed with water. The gravy is a rich
brown.
Creamed Sardines.
Remove skin and bones from two
boxes of sardines, then add four finely
chopped hard-boiled eggs, five table
spoonfuls of bread crumbs, two table
spoonfuls of melted butter, one and
one-fourth cupfuls of milk, one-half I
saltspoonful of salt, big dash of red
pepper. Heat this mixture to a boil
ing point, then pour it over four slices
of buttered toast.
For Cleaning Silver.
Precipitated chalk is excellent for
cleaning tarnished silver. Place a
little in a saucer and add just enough
liquid ammonia to moisten it. Rub
this lightly over the silver, and the
stains will quickly disappear. Then
wash in hot suds, dry carefully, and
polish with a clean chamois leather. I
Raw Carrots.
Take nice, fresh, crisp carrots,
scrape and put through a food chop
per. using the coarse knife. To each
pint of carrots add two tablespoonfuls
melted butter, one teaspoonful sugar
and salt to taste. Serve on lettuce
leaves.
Mince Pie.
Line pie plate with rich crust, put
in mince meat and cover with lattice
work of crust. Just before serving,
pour a little brandy over the top,
light, and send to table while blaz
ing.
Fig and Nut Salad.
Cook a few pulled figs and, when
cold, slice in thin slices, add a few
blanched and chopped almonds and
dispose on leaves of lettuce. Serve
with a cream dressing.
Fried Rice.
Pack well-cooked rice in a flat bak
ing pan. When cold, cut Into two-inch
squares, dredge with flour and fry
brown in drippings. Serve with a dash
of paprika.
Chas. E. George, Editor
and Publisher of the “Be nch
and Bar Review,” 825 Per
dido St., New Orleans, La.
Head
Catarrh
Cured by
Peruna.
Tried
Other
Remedies
Which
Failed.
Having for years been af
flicted with Catarrh of the
Head I was finally induced
to try Peruna. It effected
a cure. I think Peruna the
best tonic ever put on sale.
Like the Implication.
Some men like to be considered
tightwads because of the implication
that they have money when the**
haven’t.—Houston Post.
SIS, DYSPEPSIA
—
“Pape's Diapepsiir’ settles sck.
gassy stomachs in Five
minutes—Time It!
You don't want a slow remedy wh-n
your stomach is bad—or an uncerta.n
one—or a harmful one—your stomach
is too valuable; you mustn't injur
Pape's Diapepsin is noted for
speed in giving relief: its han.l -
ness; its certain unfailing action n
regulating sick. sour, gassy stomach -
Its millions of cures in indigestion,
dyspepsia, gastritis and other stoma ‘
troubles has made it famous the world
over.
Keep this perfect stomach doctor in
your home—keep it handy—get a large
fifty-cent case from any dealer and
then if anyone should eat something
which doesn’t agree with them; if
what they eat lays like lead, ferment'
and sours and forms gas: causes he.’ i
ache, dizziness and nausea: eructa
tions of acid and undigested food—
remember as soon as Pape's D aiiepsin
comes in contact with the stomach all
such distress vanishes. Its prompt
ness, certainty and ease in overcoming
the worst stomach disorders is a reve
lation to those who try it.—Adv.
No Explanation Needec.
The lady jury was out longer than
the importance of the case would war
rant.
me judge grew impatient.
"What’s the trouble in there?" he
said to the bailiff.
•'Hold on," cried the judge. "Tell
'em if there's any knotty point a about
the case that bothers them they
should appeal to me.”
“Yes. your honor."
The bailiff goes to the door of th
jury room and returns.
“Well?"
“They ain't got to the case yet.
your honor—they're still diseussin'
th' plaintiff's clothes.”
New Anesthetic.
A new anesthetic is being used in
the treatment of wounael in the pres
ent war. It is understood to be re
lated to amalgersine, a preparation dis
covered, as this, too, has been, by M
Paulin, a distinguished French chemis
and a pupil of Pasteur. Its actiou is
not local; it operates upon the nerve
centers of the body, and produces a
state of obliviousness to pain which
may last for several hours. It is
claimed that by an injection of this
fluid into is system the wounded sol
dier may be rendered unconscious sur
fieiently long to cover the period of his
removal to the station, where the 6r'
serious treatment of his injuries ma>
be seen to.
„ Ever notice that the people who
are willing to share their dollar with
you never have a dollar?
KNOW NOW
And Will Never Forget the Experience.
The coffee drinker who has suffered
and then been completely relieved by
changing from coffee to Postuni knows
something valuable. There's no doubt
about it.
"I learned the truth about cofTee in a
peculiar way,” says a California wom
an. “My husband who has. for years,
been of a bilious temperament decided
to leave off coffee and give Postum a
trial, and as I did not want the trouble
cf making two beverages for meals I
concluded to try Postum, too. The re
sults huve been that while my husband
has been greatly benefited, I have my
self received even treater benefit.
“When I began to drink Postum I
was thin in flesh and very nervous
Now I actually weigh 16 pounds more
than I did at that time and I am
stronger physically and in m7 nerves,
while husband is free from :11 his ails.
“We have learned our little lesson
about coffee and we know something
about Postum, too, for we have used
Postum now steadily for the 1p.-» three
years and we shall continue to to so.
“We have no more use for coffee—
the drug drink. We prefer Postum and
health.”
Name given by Postum Co.. Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well
ville,” in pkgs.
Postum comes in two forms:
Regular Postum—must be well boiled.
15c and 25c packages.
Instant Postum—Is a soluble powder.
A teaspoonful dissolves quickly In a
cup of hot water and, with cresm and
sugar, makes a delicious beverage In
stantly. 30c and 50c tins.
The cost per cup of both ltlnda la
about the same.
“There’s a Reason” for Postum.
—sold by Grocers