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.
