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The Adventures of Kathlyn HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Selitf Polyscope Co. (.Copyright by Harold MacUrath) CHAPTER XXVI—Continued. The noise of the chase died away. Bruce was lighting his pipe. The colo nel was examining by the firelight a few emeralds which he had taken from the basket. Ramabai was pleasantly gazing at his wife. Kathlyn and Win nie were emerging from the tent, when a yell greeted their astonished ears. The camp was surrounded. From one side came Umballa, from the other came the mutineers. Kathlyn and Winnie flew to their father's side. In between came Umballa. with Bruce and Ramabai and Pundita effectually separated. Umballa and his men closed in upon the colonel and his daughter. Treasure and revenge! Bruce made a furious effort to join Kathlyn, but the numbers against him were too many. It was all done so suddenly and effectually, and all due to their own carelessness. They had not fully realized the resourcefulness and devilish ingenuity of the arch vil lain, Umballa. He had caught them off their guard and they were again apparently in his power. What new form of cruelty were they now to be subjected to? ■‘Kit," said her father, “our only chance is to refuse to discover to Um baila where we have hidden the bas ket. Winnie, if you open your lips It will be death—yours. Kit’s, mine. To have been careless like this! O, Kit. on my honor, if Umballa would undertake to convey us to the seaport I'd gladly give him all the treaiure and all the money I have of my own. But we know him too well. He will torture us all.” "1 have gone through much; I can go through more,” calmly replied Kathlyn. “But I shall never wear a precious stone again, if I live. I abhor them!” I am my fathers daughter, said Winnie. "Put the howdahs on the two ele phants," Umballa ordered. The men obeyed clumsily, being fish ermen by occupation and mahouts by compulsion. Kathlyn tried in vain to see where they were taking Bruce and the others. Some day, if she lived, she was going to devote a whole day to weeping, for she never had time to in this land. The thought caused her to smile, despite her despair. Of adventure and suffer ing and hardship she had had more than her share since coming to this be nighted country. If she ever escaped she would be content to settle down to the quiet humdrum of ordinary ex istence for many months. When the elephants were properly saddled with the howdahs Umballa gave his attention to the prisoners. He hailed them jovially. They were old friends What could he do for them? “Conduct us to the seaport." said the colonel, “and on my word of honor I Ramabai Drink* to His White Friends. will tell you where we have hidden the treasure.” “Ho!” jeered Umballa, arms akimbo, ‘'I'd be a fool to put. my head into such a trap. 1 love you too well. Vet I am hot wholly without heart. Tell me where it lies and I will let you go." "Cut our throats at once, you beast, lor none of us will tell you under any conditions save those I have named. Men,” the colonel continued, “this man Is an ingrate, a thief and a murderer. He has promised you much gold for your part in this. But in the end he will cheat you and destroy you." Umballa laughed. “They have al ready had their earnest. Soon they will have more. But talk with them —plead, urge, promise. No more ques tions? Well, then, listen. Reveal to me the treasure and you may go free, if you refuse I shall take you back to Allaha—not publicly, but secretly— there to inflict what punishments I see At.” ”1 have nothing more to say," re plied the colonel. "No? And thou, white goddess?” Kathlyn stared over his head, her face expressionless. It stirred him more than outspoken contempt would have done. “And you, pretty one?" Umballa ey-^d Winnie speculatively. Winnie drew closer to her sister, but that was all. “So be it. Allaha it shall be, with out a meddling Ramabai; back to the gurus who love you so!" He dropped his banter. “You call me a murderer. I admit it. I have killed the man who was always throwing his benefits into ray face, who brought me up not as a companion but as a plaything. He is dead. I slew him. After the first, what are two or three more crimes of this order?’ He snapped his fingers. "I want that treasure, and you will tell me where it is before 1 am done with you. You will tell me on your knees, gladly! Now, men! There is a long journey before us." The colonel, Kathlyn and Winnie were forced into one howdah, while Umballa mounted the other. As for the quasi-mahouts, they were not par ticularly happy behind the ears of the elephants: who, with that keen appre ciation of their kind, understood in stinctively that they had to do with novices. But for the promise of gold that dangled before their eyes, threats of violent death could not have forced these men upon the elephants They started east, and the jungle closed in behind them. As for Umballa, he cared not what became of the other prisoners. They were being held captive in one of the village huts. The chief had pleaded in vain. He was dishonored, for they had made him break his word to the white people. So be It. Sooner or later the glitter of gold would leave their eyes and they would come to him and beg for pardon. Moonlight. The village slept. Two fishermen sat before the hut confining the prisoners, on guard. An elephant squealed in the distance. Out of the shadow a sleek leopard, then another. The guards jumped to their feet and scrambled away for dear life to the nearest hut, crying the alarm. Bruce opened the door, which had no lock, and peered forth. It was natural that the leopards should give their immedi ate attention to the two men in flight. Bruce, realizing what had happened, called softly to Ramabai and Pundita; and the three of them stole out into me nigni, toward me camp, tsruce aid not expect to find anyone there. What he wanted was to arm himself and to examine the boulder. Meantime, Ahmed returned with the truant elephant to find nothing but dis order and evidences of a struggle. A tent was overturned, the long grass trampled, and the colonel's sola-topee hat lay crumpled near Kathlyn's tent. "Ai, ai!" he wailed. But, being a philosopher, his walling w’as of short duration. He ran to the boulder and examined it carefully. It had not been touched. That was well. At least that meant that his sahib and memsahib lived. Treasure! He spat out a curse . . . and threw his rifle to his shoulder. But his rage turned to joy as he dis covered who the arrivals were. “Bruce Sahib!" “Yes. Ahmed. Umballa got the best of us. We were tricked by the truant elephant. He has taken Kathlyn back to Allaha." "And so shall we return!” Ahmed called to his weary men. His idea was to fill the elephant saddle bags with the gold and stones, leave it in trust with Bala Khan, who should in truth this time take his tulwar down from the wall. He divided his men. one company to guard and the other to labor. It took half an hour to push back the boulder and dig up the bas ket. After this was done Bruce and Ramabai and Ahmed the indefatigable carried the gold and precious stones to the especially made saddlebags. All told, it took fully an hour to complete the work. With water and food, and well armed, they began the Journey back to Allaha, a formidably cortege and in no tender mood. They proceeded in forced marches, snatching what sleep they could during the preparation of the meals. Many a time the impulse came to Bruce to pluck the shining metal and sparkling stones from the saddlebags and toss them out into the jungle, to be lost till the crack of doom. There were also moments when he felt noth ing but hatred toward the father of the girl he loved. For these trinkets Kath lyn had gone through tortures as frightful almost as those in the days of the inquisition. Upon one thing he and Ahmed had agreed, despite Rama bai's wild protest, they would leave the treasure with Bala Khan and follow his army to the walls of Allaha. If harm befell any of their loved ones not one stone should remain upon an other. And Bruce declared that he would seek Umballa to the ends of the earth for the infinite pleasure of ta king his black throat in his two hands and squeezing the life out of it. Eventually and without mishap they came to the walled city of the desert, Bala Khan’s stronghold. Bala Khan of necessity was always ready, always prepared. Before night of the day of their arrival an army was gathered within the city, fierce eyed, lean loined men who asked nothing better than to go to paradise, where they had but to select what hourl they would and be happy eternally. For Bala Khan s army was wholly Mohamme dan ; and so long since was it they had fought that they romped toward Al laha with the spirit and effervescence of puppies. Ramabai sat in his howdah, sad and dispirited. He himself had ah ways been an honorable man, had never acted treacherously to any, had been a banker but never a usurer. In his heart he knew that he still held the love of his people; but they dwelt in the shadow of superstition. "Bala Khan, we have been friends, and nay father was your good friend." “It is true.” Will you do a favor for the son; "Yes, if the Colonel Sahib and his daughter live. If they are dead, woe to your people, son of my friend! f have given my word to the memsahib 1 have made a threat before ftiy men and must fulfil it if 1 would hold them hereafter. If the Colohel Sahib and his daughter live, ask what you will.’’ Uamabai bowed. “I will set my camp five miles be yond your walls and wait. When I see the memsahib I will salaam, turn right about face and go home. Now, | to you, Bruce Sahib: Leave not your treasure within my walls when I shall be absent, for I cannot guarantee pro tection. Leave it where it is and bring it with you. Save myself, no one of my men knows what your saddlebags contain. Let us proceed upon our junket—or our war!” *•••••• Umballa reached the ancient gate of Allaha at the same time Bruce stopped before the walls of Bala Khan’s city, lie pulled the curtains of the howdahs and threatened death if they called out FYom time to time he gave directions to the weary men astride the ele phant's neck. The thought of gold was not as tempting as it had been. There was fear in his heart. This false holy one was or had been the most power ful man in all Allaha. Here he would be among friends. And the man who had but recently been a peaceful fish erman felt intermittent hot flashes about his throat. Umballa had no intention whatever of making his presence known in Alla ha. He determined to wring the se cret from either the colonel or his daughter, return for the treasure and depart for Egypt down the Persian gulf. He could have tortured his cap tives on the way, but he was oriental; he wanted to feel all the luxuries he had formerly known, to enjoy himself physically as well as mentally. He missed the exhilaration of his king’s peg He made a wide detour and came out at the rear of his house. No one was in sight. He dismounted and en tered, found three or four of his whil om slaves, who, when he revealed his identity, felt the old terror and fear of the man. His prisoners were brought in. A slave took the elephants to the stables. He wanted to run away and declare Umballa's presence, but fear was too strong. Ironically Umballa bade the fishes men to enter, to eat and drink what they liked. Later he found them in a drunken stupor In the kitchen. That was where they belonged Umballa cast his prisoners into the secret chamber. Then he gave himself up to the luxury of a bath, had his hair and beard combed, his body anointed with perfumes, and put on his finest raiment Then be drank his peg. As for his prisoners, he did not visit them again that day nor yet that night The Initial torture of suspense was always excellent. One thing an noyed him, however—not a murmur from these calm-eyed white people who were about to face death. He raged against this lack of feeling, for it robbed him of half his pleasure. He liked his victims to whine and cringe and beg for mercy. Like many rich Asiatics. Umballa had his own menagerie. He had in herited it along with the demi-palace when the king's sister died, several years before. There existed what was called the Court of Death. There were four sides to this court, and in the center of each side were bars, and be hind these bars tigers or leopards or lions or wild boar—whatever pleased the owner's fancy. Many a royal bat tle had been waged in this court, some times between tigers, or a tiger and a lion, a leopard and a boar. Umballa, after his bath, asked if the old boar was still alive. The heaven born was told that the animal had died in the cage a few days ago. Umballa shrugged. He hari had in mind a fight between the b<fcr and a leopard, to start his circulation, as it were. He ordered his prisoners to be brought into the Court of Death and left there. Meditation was excellent for the end. A parapet ran round the court, and from there Umballa could see everything below. His victims en tered the court without struggling. They merely stood closely together in the center. “You see?” said Umballa. “Now, where have you hidden the treasure?” Kathlyn walked over to one of the cages and ;>eered into it. A sleek tiger trotted up to the bars and purred and Invited her to scratch his head. She did not accept the Invitation, how ever, knowing the species tolerably well. Usually these courts of death had solid steel doors which could be drawn up or lowered at will. The ani mal dens were more like cages. With no little curiosity she noted a singular arrangement of the three cen tral bars. The removal of these three bars left an opening sufficiently wide for the egress of the largest tiger or lion. “I am not answered," said Umballa. A click resounded from the four sides, and a bar disappeared from each of the cages. "That will be all for the present,” said Umballa. “Food and water you will not require. Tomorrow morning another bar will be removed.” And he left them. Overhead the blue sky was growing bluer and the shadows in the Court of Death a deeper black. Early the next morning the town began to seethe In the squares. Bala Khan’s army lay encamped outside the city! Those who possessed treasures dug pits for them in the cellars of their houses. Within the great temple there was a flutter among the robed ones. What could they do? They knew not where the white goddess was, nor Umballa. They dispatched a peace messenger to the camp, but the messenger was sent back before he had passed the outposts. When Bruce, Ramabal, Pundita, and Ahmed halted their elephants before the temple they were greeted by the now terrified priests who begged to be Informed what Bala Khan proposed to. "Deliver to us the memsahib.” The priests swore by all their gods that they knew nothing of her. “He speaks the truth,” volunteered Ramabai, as the chief priest fell be fore one of his gods. “Umballa has doubtless entered secretly.” * “What would you advise? For God’s sake, think of something, Kamabai! He may be torturing them!” "Let us enter the temple,” said Ra mabal. “Ahmed, bring the treasure and leave it In the care of the priests.” A few moments later Ramabai ad dressed the assemblage. "Bala Khan is hostile, but only for the sake of hie friends. He lays down this law, how ever—obey it or disobey it: The Colo nel Sahib and his daughters are to gc free, to do what they please with the treasure. Pundlta, according to the will of the late king, shall be crowned Obey or disobey. I warn you that these are not my dictates, but Bala Khan's.” "Peace, peace!” The cry rose from all directions, even from the priests themselves. The high priest held up his hand for silence. "We obey, on one condition— Umballa In the Treadmill. that the new queen shall in no manner Interfere with her old religion nor at tempt to force her new religion into the temple.” To this Pundita agreed. “Ramabai, soldiers! To the house of Umballa! We shall find them there!’’ cried Ahmed. Umballa squatted upon his cushions on the terrace. The second bar had been removed. The beasts were press ing their wet muzzles to the openings and growling deep challenges. “Once more, and for the last time, will you reveal the hiding place of the treasure?" Not a word from the prisoners. If they told or did not tell It would have made no difference with the man above. He was drunk. “The third bar!" But it did not stir. “The third' bar; remove it!” The slave who had charge of the mechanism which operated the bars refused to act. Perhaps his refusal saved the lives of the colonel and his daughters. The bastinado was or dered for the poor, disobedient wretch. Then he was thrown out into the street. And there Bruce found him and learned what was toward. The events which followed were of breathless rapidity. Raraabai and Um balla met upon the parapet in a strug gle which promised death or the tread mill to the weaker. At the same time Bruce opened the door to the Court of Death as the Anal bar dropped In the cage. At the sight of him the colonel and his daughters rushed to the door. Roughly he hurled them outside, slamming the iron door, upon wrhich the infuriated tigers Bang them selves. A week later, Kathlyn, Winnie, their father and Bruce, accompanied by the faithful Ahmed, reached the coast and set sail for their beloved California. The parting with Ramabal and Pun dita, the real queen of Allaha, who at last had come into her own, was a sad one. Kathlyn and her friends had come to respect the devotion and loy alty of this couple who had shared with them so many trials and hard ships. • •••••• The young newspaper man to whom Winnie was engaged and the grizzled Ahmed sat on the steps of the bun galow in California one pleasant after noon. The pipe was cold in the hand of the reporter and Ahmed's cigar was dead, which always happens when one recounts an exciting tale and another listens. Among the flower beds be yond two young women wandered, followed by a young man in pongee, a panama set carelessly upon his hand some head, his face brown, his build slender but round and muscular. “And that, sahib, is the story,” sighed Ahmed.” “And Katiilyn gave the treasures to the poor of Allaha? That was fine.” "You have said.” “They should have hanged this Cm balla.” “No, sahib. Death is grateful. It is not a punishment; it is peace. But Durga Ram, called Umballa, will spend the remainder of his days In the tread mill, which is a concrete hell, not ab stract. Always round his ankles there will be iron, the galls of the night chains. Always his wrists shall be bruised and torn; for sometimes he will lose his step and hang by his wrists. So much for ingratitude; so much for the blindness of revenge.” “Do you think England will ever step In?” “Perhaps. But so long as Pundlta rules justly, so long as her consort abets her. England will not move. Per haps, if one of them dies. . . . There! the maids are calling you. And I will go and brew the Colonel Sahib’" tea.” I THE END. GO THROUGH HARDEST ROCK' No Substance on Earth Can Resist the Action of Prepared Steel Wires. Stone Is still sawn by hand, even In great cities where the latest appll- 1 ances of the mechanical art are to be found. Yet the mechanical sawing of rock is at least sixteen centuries old, ! and in recent years has reached a : stage of perfection. The idea of using a metal cord and a mixture of sand and water for saw- j ing stone was patented by Eugene Chevallier in France in 1854. Ills ap paratus, with scarcely any change, j was used last year in cutting a trench through the Pont Neuf In Paris. The principle upon which the me chanical stone-saw works is described by Victor Raynourd in La Science et la Vie as follows: An endless rope composed of three steel wires twisted together Is set in movement and draws with it a grind ing granular substance, pressing this hard upon the stone that is to be sawn. The mordant substance is grit mixed with water. The stream of wa- . ter renders the movement easy and prevents the heating of the cable. The ends of the cable are Joined by splic ing. The hardest rocks, such as porphyry. . are now sawn more easily than the softer, such as marble, but not so rap idly. Marble is sawn at the rat* of nearly nine inches an hour, granite at from six to seven inches an hour. The Week-End Danger. It is easy to get one's system out of order; it is often liard to get it straight again. Therefore take no liberties with it when you go off for the week end. This means that one should try to live then as nearly as possible ac cording to his regular routine. If he is used to a light breakfast, it is easy, without attracting special at tention, to take it at a friend s house no matter how much more is served. If a noon dinner is provided instead of your usual light lunch, eat sparing ly of it, and partake freely of the light supper. It is almost always safe to eat less than you are used to, rath er than more. Be careful that the fruit you take is ripe. Don’t eat heartily. Just before or after swim ming, mountain-climbing or violent tennis or ball. Be moderate about everything. If you fall ill, you will not only spoil all your own pleas ure, but also that of others as well. Made in Cambridge. "Messallna, why is a poor baseball player like one who plcketh rosebuds T” ■•I know it not, dear Sappho.” “Because he goeth from bu.ih to bush.”—Harvard Lampoon. City Helps Its Poor. Prague supplies coal either free or at reduced prices to the poor. WHEN JENNIE LIND SALUTED Beautiful Tribute Which the Great Singer Once Paid to Our Na tional Flag. There is a pretty story told of the honor Jennie Lind once paid to the American flag. It was when she was in New York, more than 60 years ago The frigate St Lawrence had Just re turned from a cruise, and the midship men went to hear the Swedish night ingale sing at Castle Garden theater, and the next day they called on her in a body. Their enthusiasm and her graciousness soon brought about a visit to the ship and the acceptance of a luncheon tendered her. When she was about to leave the ship she looked up at the stars and stripes and said: "I wish to salute your flag." So. standing on the gangway, she sang "The Star-Spangled Banner.” Si lently from all over the ship men gathered with uncovered heads, until the ship’s family was all assembled on deck. Nor were they her only au dience, for borne upon the still air her song had been heard by many other vessels near by. and when the wondrous voice ceased steamers blew their whistles and exultant cheers rose from all sides, filling the harbor with their tribute of applause for the beloved artist and of loyal reverence for the flag she had so beautifully sa luted.—Rehoboth Sunday Herald. Her Answer. The school children had learned Eu gene Field’s poem. “Wynken, Blynken and Nod.” and one afternoon, for the entertainment of some visitors, the teacher had them repeat it. Thinking to display how well the children com prehended the meaning of the poem she began to ask questions about it "And what were the two little eyes and the little head doing in their lit tle boat that wae a trundle bed?” she said. No hand came up. "What happens when we go to sleep?” she went on. Still no sign. "Why, children, can’t any of you think what you do when you are sleep ing?" Up came the hand of a tiny, brown eyed maiden. “Well, Dorothy, you tell us.” In the sweetest lisp came the an swer: “I thnore.”—Ladles' Home Journal. Shake* peare. Shakespeare’s purpose was to write dramatic pieces for playhouses of his day, to which he belonged, and by which he was paid in good coin of the realm. Being a very great man, and therefore able to “hold the mirror up to nature” with a force and fidelity never before possessed by a play wright, he made at one and the same time a good-sized fortune and an ever lasting fame. BREAD DRESSING FOR STEAK Many Prefer Meat Prepared in a Casserole to That Broiled in the Regular Way. If you wish to stuff a flank steals use bread dressing; U3e it with veg etables and a small quantity of liquid in a casserole. If you do not own one (and you should in these times of high prices) use any tightly covered dish. He sure it is tight so the steam cannot escape. Bread Stuffing.—Two cupfuls soft bread crumbs, one-half cupful butter melted in one-third cupful hot water or milk, one-quarter teaspoonful pow dered sweet herbs or spiced poultry, seasoning, one beaten egg. Mis the ingredients together thoroughly. The bread should be 24 hours old and taken from the center of the loaf. The seasoning is a matter of indi vidual taste, so you can use the above quantities or suit your taste. The egg may be omitted if the flank is to be eaten hot, but will slice better when cold if egg is used. Cracker crumbs give a drier stuffing. Spread your flank steak with above and roll tightly. Fry out some suet and then browrn the flank so as to hold the juices. Put in casserole, add little water and when half done sea son with salt end pepper, chopped onions and plenty of fine minced vege tables or rice, whichever you may prefer. The flank is quite juicy, so you will need but little water. It lacks flavor, so the high spices and vegetables make up what the flank lacks. It is much better this way than broiled as regular steak. DO YOU KNOW THAT— Pickles will never become moldy if you put a tiny bag of mustard in the top of the receptacle in which they are kept? If your silk dress looks rusty you can revive it by sponging it with wa ter in which potatoes have been boiled? Mice can be most successfully ex terminated if you stuff all heir holes with a piece of rag which has been dipped in water and then in cayenne pepper? A very quick way to cool a hot liquid is to pass it through a clean cloth saturated with cold water? And if the liquor is soup no trace of grease will remain? If you lay your silver away in com mon flour it will remain bright for some time? You can warm over meat much more quickly if you wrap it in greased pa per? The steam will prevent the meat from becoming hard and dry? Perspiration stains can be removed from a thin shirtwaist by soaking it in cold water, to which' you have add ed a little sodium bicarbonate before it has been washed? There is a new square meshed veil ing that is much liked? Hot-Water Chocolate Cake. Two tablespoonfuls butter, one cup ful sugar, yolk of one egg, two table spoonfuls cocoa dissolved in one-half cupful boiling water, one teaspoonful of soda dissolved in one-half cupful boiling water, one teaspoonful of bak ing powder, sifted with one and one half cupfuls of flour and one teaspoon ful of vanilla. Mix in order given and bake in square tin about thirty min utes. Frost with white of egg beaten stiff. Boil one cupful sugar in little water till it hairs, then turn on egg and beat till stiff. When Steak Is Tough. To make a tough steak tender, put three tablespoonfuls of salad oil and one tablespoonful vinegar on a large flat dish. Lay the steak on the mixture and let it rest in this way for half an hour, then turn it over, and let it rest another half hour in the rame quan tity of vinegar and oil. The toughest steak will yield to this treatment and be nice and tender when served. Little Cake Decorations. Decorate your small cakes with white icing and form a bowknot on each cake with pale green icing. Be fore laying the knot place a narrow strip of white paper on, slightly raised. When the ends are set in the icing, ice over the knot with the green. Before serving slip a small spray of holly with the bright red berries on through the loop. Fish Puff. This is a delicious dish made from remnants of cold cooked fish. Chop fish and mix it with equal parts of mashed potato. Season with salt and pepper and a tablespoonful of melted butter. Stir into it two eggs, form into a roll, brush with a beaten egg. roll in bread crumbs and bake in a quick oven until brown. Wine Jelly. Take a half box of gelatin, soaked in a hatf pint of cold water lor 15 minutes, and add three gills of boiling water and two-thirds of a cupful of sugar. Let this come to the boiling point, then add seven tablespoonfuls of best sherry wine and two teaspoon fuls of French brandy. Boil up once, strain and cool. Cape May Omelet. Soak one-half cupful stale bread crumbs in milk. Beat one egg well, add salt, pepper and a tablespodnful melted butter. Add one-half cupful canned corn and mix with the bread crumbs. The mixture should be quite thick. Bake in a buttered dish just long enough to set the egg and brown the top. Rendering Leaf Lard. A quick way to render leaf lard is to cut it in strips. about the size that will fit into a meat grinder, using the largest opening, which will allow it to come through very fine. Put in kettle and place in a hot oven until the lard is extracted, strain through cheesecloth and put in crocks. Golden Buck. Prepare a nice Welsh rarebit, spread on slices of toast and place a poached egg on each slice. Garnish with water cress. Gently cleanse your liver and sluggish bowels while you; sleep. Get a 10-cent box. Sick headache, biliousness, dizzi ness, coated tongue, foul taste and foul breath—always trace them to torpid liver; delayed, fermenting food in the bowels or sour, gassy stomach. Poisonous matter clogged in the in testines, instead of being cast out of the system is re-absorbed into the blood. When this poison reaches the delicate brain tissue it causes con gestion and that dull, throbbing, sick ening headache. Cascarets immediately cleanse the stomach, remove the sour, undigested food and foul gases, take the excess bile from the liver and carry out all the constipated waste matter and poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will surely straighten you out by morning They work while you sleep—a 10-cent box from your druggist means your head clear, stomach sweet and your liver and bowels regular for mon:hs. Adv. Chocolates in Fashion. Matinee girls make and break fash ions in confectionery, and just now there is a deadly set toward chocolates of all kinds. Time was when the chocolate cream was every girl's idea of luscious delight. Then came days when bonbons ruled and vrhen the clever girl behind the candy counter slipped only a small proportion of chocolates into a box of assorted sweets. But chocolate has come to its own again. Perhaps this is why Georgie Cohan introduced a touching scene in his play, ‘'Hello, Broadway You see, the girl he is in '.ovc with makes an awful discovery. And oh how she raves when the sec -et conies out! She finally throws Georgie o\er because he confesses he's a choeoiate fiend. “Oh, double O!” she again raves. “Ain’t it awful, and to think I always thought he was a perfect gen tleman." GRANDMA USED SAGE TEA TO DARKEN HER GRAY HAIR She Made Up a Mixture of Sage Tea and Sulphur to Bring Back Color. Gloss, Thickness. Almost everyone knows that Sage Tea and Sulphur, properly compound ed, brings back the natural color and lustre to the hair when faded, streaked or gray; also ends dandruff, itching 3calp and stops falling hair. Years ago the only way to get this mixture was to make it at home, which is mussy and troublesome. Nowaday' by asking at any store for “Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Hair Remedy,- you will get a large bottle of the famous old recipe for about 50 cents. Don’t stay gray! Try it! No on * can possibly tell that you darkened your hair, as it does it so naturally and evenly. You dampen a sponge or Boft brush with it and draw this through your hair, taking one small strand at a time, by morning the gray hair disappears, and after another ap plication or two, your ha..r becomes beautifully dark, thick and glossy.— Adv. Hard to Land. An English correspondent sa:J Washington: "I once tried to interview Lord Kitchener, the English war minister I tackled him after dinner in a ho tel lounge as he sipped his coffee and puffed on a huge cigar. He stared a me when 1 proffered my request, then he blew a cloud of smoke and said “‘I never gave an interview \u m life, and I never intend to.' "That seemed decisive enoagli 1 felt myself getting,red, and I stain tnered, as I prepared to go: “ ‘Well, then. Lord Kitchener. v ’! you at least give me your autosra. ' It would be worth having.' “He blew another cloud of s-: Then he answered: “ ‘You'd better go off ar:d tr your own autograph worth ha\:: j SELF SHAMPOOING With Cuticura Soap Is Most Comfort ing and Beneficial. Trial Free Especially if preceded by touches of Cuticura Ointment to spots of dan druff and itching on the scalp skin. These supercreamy emollients meet every skin want as well as every toilet and nursery want in caring for the skin, scalp, hair and hands. Sample each free by mail with Book. Address postcard, Cuticura. Dept. XV. Boston. Sold everywhere—Adv. A Mild Hint. “Can you understand why 1 can t get a job? I’ve been very patient and persistent." "You don’t go about it right." re plied Farmer Corntossel. "When yo ■; want a job you ought to ask some body besides your senator to get it for you.” Important to Mathers Examine carefully every bottle ol CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy foz infants and children, and see that it Bears the Signature of In Use For Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria Made a Cleanup. “So your cook left you without any warning?” “Yes, and without any spoons." They stop the tickle. Dean’s Menthol<‘cl Cough Drops stop coughs quickly. A pie** ant remedy—6c at all good Druggists. The world’s greatest misfit is ill*.a trated by the big opinio as of a siu.» : man. Always sure to please, Ked Cross rU Blue. All grocers sell it. Adv. Love Is the sugar that takes the bit ter taste out of Ufa.
