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TOC DED CKLE ^^Alber/Pa><^on Terhun<&) O SYNOPSIS. >• I.m” Borden, who derives his ! g!- erj law fnai an angry red h;nh »i the to a of hi* right hand, is ate it ty be released frurn priseii after *er% lc* fe* third term. It 1* a matte: of hi*' O that woe member of every Ken.ra Cb«i «>f tne Borden family ha* been brand ed with the lied Circle hirtlitnarit and tlia: Be mb -r i as always been a criminal. Jim •*11 I is wayward n n. Ted Borden, are the raj, known living representatives of the Hre-- ten kin. Mat lama: a detective, hi dr taned to keep an eye on 'Vir. le Jim ' Jut- Trw. i* and l.er mother, member* of the wens''.Jr art who are tot- rest' d in the reform -A . k-eontnet*. meet Borrl- as he Is i- h jja-d “Circle Jim" catches in* son la ti act of stealing Realizing tliat his family •# a menace to society, he enters th- befrirutn where T-*d is sleep,::g aru! turn* <a the gas Meanwhile. I-snar ehatr e» epon an underground pa-sage Wt-'-re "«'.frle Jim" lias taken refuge and la a Ms. Jim is killed. "Th. last of th. he iiM and dm end of the Ked Circle." ssya Lamar. But the nest da \ he is- a* to-ided t-y th. sight of a woman's hand •wiside a curtained automobile, showing th* R*d Circle on the white flesh. I-am a: srr.the, down the tuimfrer on fh«* lU*<»ns** | June Travis. mark#**! with lh* Red On > r >tw Grant, a loan shark. Mary, krr r.an*. discovers the theft THIRD INSTALLMENT “TWENTY YEARS AGO” “The Red Circle' God help us!” It,uf err-d the nurse once more, as June looked at her. dazed, incredulous. • You know about the Red Circle? Mont you please tell me?” she en treated. “You must know, because I ean see you recognize it. Don't you •ee how terrible it is for me? Mary, won't jou tell me?” The nurse's arm tightened around Ike Sira young body. Unconsciously •he lapsed Into the soothing, automatic patting that the had used so often to put the baby June to sleep. “1 don't know, lamb I don't know anything, precious.'* she stammered. Mar. 's face took on the haggardness of on* who is awakened from what •eerne.* to be g gruesome nightmare. ' •oly to find that It is a grim truth. She turned from the kneeling figure and went quickly through the door and ! down th* stairway, one nand pressed ! to h»r throat June looked after her. stunned by 1 a awtft. certain fear. Then, slowly she roa** from her knees. walked over to he? dressing table and sank into the little chair before the mirror. In a moment she had decked Hum ming softly, sbe ran down the steps and i-to the garden Down a side path, in a little clump •f bushes was a stone bench Sitting •a this bench, swaying to and fro. with tightly clasped hands, wts Mary. Jane reached her side, breathless and kiarmed As sh« approached Mary looked up in piteous supplication. •This t ask tr.e precious! Don't ask me dear! I dont know. I couldn't toil .ftwi. blessed.” she moaned, and j raise 1 her hand* to ward off June's . embrace. The girl sat down and put a loving arm heroes her shoulders. “People who bring up children and lose them.” she began slowly, “always forgi * those children are grow n. Once "Get Yourself Together, Mumsio ! Someone Is Coming.” a baby always a baby, to loving moth ers ana dear, foolish old nurses. But I I'm not a baby any more. Mary. Es PKbBf not since the horrible thing that happened today. I am branded— j I am guilty of—guilty of—" "Hush? OU. darling, hush!" she be •ougfct. "They will hear you a* the bot.se You mustn't say a word about It any more, not even to me—you muitr't think of it ever again. Prom fee ' *T can't promise anything," per atsted Jane, fighting to regain her com posure. * unU'. you tell me. about this uit that has soiled my hand—tell me what yon know of it." “I'm afraid—I'm afraid," she repeat ad weakly. “Tell me." "Twenty years ago Mrs. Travis went Wort on a trip with Mr. Travis." said Mar>. speaking rapidly, as if forcing •soi word. "I went along—1 was the J maid. It was a terrible place, out West was. in those days. And the place we went to was a mining town where there was nothing but shacks and saloons and rough-looking men and half-dead looking women. “At the end of the trip Mrs. Travis was pretty near spent. She oughtn't to have been traveling at such a time. Hut she just would insist on coming along. I rcmimber Mr. Travis and me had to pretty near carry her into the place where we were going to stay while we were there It wasn't a regu lar hotel—the sign said 'Gem Saloon. Also Rooms.' 'Jake' was the name of the man who kept it. “Jake led the way up the stairs and Mr. Travis and me put our arms around poor Mrs. Travis and just lifted her up that rickety staircase into the bed room on the second floor.” “And than we put her to bed.” be tween us, Mr. Travis and me. He had to go down and speak to some men. on business. He had gone out West on some business about a gold mine he was interested in. you know. And the reason Mrs. Travis went along was because she was so sick and nerv ous. she said it would 'a' killed her to stay behind. And then, that after noon. Mr. Travis and most all the men in the town went into the moun tains to see a new gold claim. They were the roughest looking lot, an' there was one a big. powerful fel low. a gambler—‘Jim Borden’ they called him.” “Jim Borden!” cried June. “Why—!” "And he was rougher even than the rest of 'em; but they all minded what he said. They went off riding on horses and mules with packs and guns slung on their backs and 1 remember I lifted Mrs. Travis out of bed and into a rickety, old rocking chair near the window so's she could wave her hand good-by and throw a kiss to Mr. Travis. That night her little baby was born. I was ail alone there and it went awful with her—-I thought she was dying. After a little while I called Jake and I told him about the baby. He said it was tine and he'd send one of the boys out to the mine to Mr. Travis with a note and tell him about the good news. ''Then, just as he was going down the stairs again he turned around and said he'd have to make it a double note; because J;m Borden's wife had just had a baby an hour before and Jim would want to know. too. “Jake sent the note. Oh. the night was long! Mrs. Travis was uncon scious. And every minute of the time when 1 wasn't trying to bring her to, I walked the floor with this mite of a baby of hers trying to save them both. The nest morning early, it seems outlaws outside the town heard that a big shipment of gold was in the road house waiting to go out. They knew most of the men was away at the mines, so they attacked the place. I'll never forget the minute I heard the first firing. Short and sharp— mostly revolver shots. "I could hear the women and chil dren herding in. in the barroom down stairs. I could hear 'em calling, fright ened. for their husband that wasn't there. Then I heard the doors slam ming and the bolts shot into place. And in the midst of it all the door of the bedroom dung open and Joe and Jake came in dragging a sick wom an between 'em. “ "This is Jim Borden's wife,’ says Jake to me a:id here's Mrs. Toole carrying Jims baby—you an’ her'll take care of the two sick women and the babies, won’t you? And we said ’yes.’ "Mrs. Toole put Jim’s baby down on the bed next to Mrs. Travis—it was one of them narrow, no ’count beds— and went to fussing over Mrs. Borden. And I just walked the floor with the other baby and prayed. The fight was awful: Every now and again some woman downstairs would scream and a child would cry for its father. "The shooting lasted all morning— our men were getting near the end of their bullets and their strength; and ’Slim Bob.’ the head of the outlaws, was firing at the saloon door—that near he was—when he heard a shot from a different direction and we raw ‘Slim Bob’ duck and dodge away, slink ing alongside a high wood fence; and at the same time one the three men that was carrying a big timber that they were going to use to batter in the saloon door, dropped dead in his tracks! “Away off in the road at the edge of the town we saw galloping horses, and then men scrambling off horses' backs and running toward us. They was the men back from the mines: They fired as they ran and the out laws turned tail, trying to escape— all except a few—‘Slim Bob' was one of 'em. I saw Mr. Travis make for him and then I made up my mind I'd go downstairs and call Mr. Travis to come straight up to his poor, uncon scious wife. “On the table was Mrs. Travis’ open grip, just as I’d left it when the baby was born. It had a lot of soft, white, woolly thing*’ !jj it. So I lai<t the hah* on them when I ran downstairs—it was safer than the bed. It was safer than the bed—I thought it was safer than the bed,” she repeated incoher ently. "Mary—Mary!” June shook her slightly. "Don’t forget any of it now— you mustn't, do you hear? You mustn't! You left off where you went downstairs.” "And when I was going out of the room,” continued the old woman, talk ing as if she were in a trance. "Mrs. Borden must 'a' heard her Jim's voice downstairs, 'cause she kinda tried to pull up out of the chair and then when I was halfway down the steps I heard a shot and something falling. "Downstairs, in the barroom it was all shouting men. with women crying on their shoulders and little children hanging frightened to their mothers. And I heard big Jim Borden asking Jake about bis missus and then jump ing up the steps three at a time with a look like the smile of heaven on his stone-cut face. "But in all the crowd I couldn't see Mr. Travis and I began to be afraid, thinking of that woman who loved him so. laying unconscious in bed upstairs —and the baby. So. when no one was looking. I ran out on the street—and there 1 found him—Mr. Travis—shot through the heart! "I remember while 1 was there I heard someone come out. heavy, on the porch of the roadhouse and kind of stagger across the road. He must ’a’ passed close, because it seemed to me I heard the weak, little wail of a newborn child. But I didn't notice much, just then. “I just wandered back into the sa loon like I was in a nightmare and stumbled up the steps, falling over my skirts and picking myself up; until I got into the bedroom. There, in the middle of the room, hanging over the table, with her eyes glassy staring and her chin dropped, was Jim Borden's wife—dead! Over in the bed laid Mrs. Travis, still unconscious, with a baby beside her. "It was hours before 1 got the strength to get up from the chair again. It was only when I remembered how queer it was that the baby in the grip didn't cry that I jumped up sud den and went to get it. It was gone! The grip was empty. There was noth ing but the dent its little body had made in the soft, woolly things—and t 5 e355 i bSB "Nobody knows—nobody will ever need to know. And then—” "Look!” Jane broke in with great agitation. “That man standing on the walk, staring np at the house!” “Who is he?” asked the nurse quick ly. alarmed at the girl's trepidation. “It's Max Lamar—the crime special ist!” “A detective! "Oh. my precious—a detective!” "No." June's lips curled slightly, "not a detective. Mary—a crime spe cialist—there is a great difference be tween the two. you know. He says so. himself.” "There ain't any difference, lamb, when they're after you! And it’s you he's after—he's found out—he's found you out!" “Hush!'' June commanded, placing her hand over the old woman's mouth. “He couldn't have found out—he's com ing to see me. 1 asked him to the other day. at the prison. Were imag ining things, you and I—both of us— and it isn't good to do that. Come with me.” Seizing her hand June dragged her over the iawn toward the side porch. I»i spite of her attempted bravado she felt trapped. “Get yourself together, mumsie." Mary heard June say. gayly. “someone is coming to see us—to see me." she emphasized. “Do you remember Mr. Lamar—the crime specialist that we met at the prison? He's coming up the walk now. Will you tell him I'll be down in a minute.” Pulling at the fastenings of her morning dress she hurried to her boudoir. She would put on something fetching—and arrange her hair differ ently. A hundred ways and means of fascinating and hoodwinking this very calm and assured young man crowded into her brain. Standing at the door of her room was Mary, her eyes wide with fear. “You mustn't go down, darling." she urged nervously. “You dear old foolish!" June an swered lightly, "come in and help me dress. Get me a pretty dress. The brown one, I think. And, Mary dear.! make me fascinating enough to addle the head of even a crime specialist." She leaned forward and pressed her laughing face close to the mirror of her dessing table. A little, blown wisp of hair tumbled into her eyes. Impatiently, she brushed it back then “The Fight Was Awful!" over on the bed was the other one— Jim Borden's—a girl it was. and ours had been a boy.” Her voice broke off with a sudden dry gurgle in her throat. As June shrank away from her, a dawning hor ror in her eyes, she stretched out two worn, trembling hands in an effort to draw the girl back. “You see, it must have been like this: Jim Borden had leaped into that room with his heart all bursting with love and pride, and he found his wife dead before him. lying near the baby in the grip. and. looking over he saw the other woman on the bed with her baby beside her. He took the baby he thought was his own and went away—where, no one knew—and 1 never found out—till too late/' For a moment there was a silence, more compelling than sound. Sudden ly, flinging her arms wide. June cried hysterically: "What does it mean? Don't stop there. Go on! Go on! What are you trying to make me believe?” “1 did as I thought best at the time.” Mary wen* on tonelessly, weary in be*rt and body from the purgatory or deal. “Mr. Travis was dead. When Mrs. Travis came to. what could I tell her A baby was there. No one but me knew it wasn't hers. It would ’a' killed her to tell her. I never told. She didn't know—she doesn't know— no one knows.” “And I—I am—” June gasped out the words. Mary looked steadily into her ter rified eyes and gripped her hands firmly. “On the back of Jim Borden's right hand,” she said heavily, “there was a queer Red Circle—they called him ‘Cir cle’ Jim out there. Just, as later, they—” “No! No! I don't believe it—I'm not—I’m not—” June crumpled into a Bobbing heap at Mary's feet. Very gently the old woman lifted her and held her close: “You are Jim Borden’s daughter!” she declared with a solemnity that brooked no dispute. “Marked with the crime curse. But we must guard the secret. She must never know. “We’re going to keep the secret, aren't we. lamb?” Mary was saying. stared open-mouthed at her lifted hand. Speechless, she pointed to it. As they watched, with unbelieving eyes, the ring of scarlet faded to a deep rose, then paled to pink. Almost im mediately it vanished, leaving an un blemished white surface. At sight of it June bent and kissed the spot in a paroxysm of joy. It's gone—it's gene!” she cried in hysteric glee, and wrapped Mary in a crushing bear hug. “That's a good sign. I believe in signs, don't you. yfou poor, nervous, old thing. Do I iook ail right, in this gown? Do I look pret ty and fascinating and—?" “Don’t be so gay!" pleaded the old woman, fearfully. “Somehow, it seems so awful for you tc be laughing just now. and thinking you're going to get the best of that man. I—” June reached down grasped her wrinkled, trembling hands and started whirling her about in a mad, merry circle, laughing at her breathless ex postulations. the while. Suddenly, in their wild gyrations, her elbow struck a pedestal in the cor ner of the room. It swayed perilously ‘ for a second, then toppled to the floor —the large case upon it smashing to a thousand fragments. The old woman eyed the shattered bits with superstitious misgiving. ‘‘It's an omen!” she muttered half to herself. "See what you've done!” “Oh. everything’s an omen to you, you sweet old calamity croaker!” ridiculed June, "have Tama clean it up—there's a dear. And Mary, peek down through the banisters and watch me disarm the suspicion of Mr. Lamar —the great crime specialist!” And laughing at the horrified expres sion on the old woman's face the mis chief-possessed girl darted down the stairway and into the library. ”1 am so glad you came.” she said simply, as she took Lamar’s hand. “When I asked you I was afraid you never would—you’re so busy—and so important" Lamar laughed, but somehow there was not keen enjoyment in the sound that came from his lips. “I want you to tell me such lots of things,” she began enthusiastically. : “Your profession must bring day after J Dressing Wounds With Celluloid. To remove one of the worst terrors „f the wounded man in hospitals—the often agonizing dressing of the heal ing wound—Sir Almroth Wright has -arrested placing a thin piece of per forated celluloid over the bare wound to-fore the ordinary dressings are ap plet. The result is that, instead of havtig to tear the lint away in dress- I iiag the wound, often an extremely i painfnl process, the dressings come | away easily and quite painlessly. The ] crilu'otd. which seems to be more holes than material, is first rendered soft and pliable by soaking in a 20 per cent solution of carbolic acid, then washed in weak salt solution, and then laid directly on the raw granulating sur face. Fine lint soaked in a five per cent solution of common salt in sterile water is then placed over the celluloid, after which firm bandages ore applied. Wise Youngster. They have some precocious young sters in the schools down Shepherd’s Bosh way. Look at this, for instance: “Oh, Miss Tuttleson,” said little Bob bie. who had been kept after school, “whenever I see you I can't help think in’ of experience.” “What do you mean?” the lady de manded, with a good deal of asper ity. “Experience is a dear teacher, yon know.” Then she gave him a pat on the cheek and said that he might go if he would promise not to make faces at any of the little girls again.—London Tit-Bits day of thrills, suspense—tragedy. Win you tell me something of criminals as you know them? I've tried to study them just a little and—” There was a smothered exclamation; it was in anotKbr sound that came from the stairway. June looked up just in time to see a portion of a black shirt move from the hall out on to the porch. Then followed a low toned order in Mary’s voice—the words ■'broken" and “vase” drifted in through the open window. By a length ened shadow and a reflection in the window pane June saw that the nurse was standing, hidden, just outside the sill. It amused the girl. It reminded her of a lioness standing over cub when the hunter drew near. But this man I-amar was so miid. so prefectly harm less—doubtless he was a sleuth of great reputation, but under this roof he was merely a courteous man of the world, who called because he was in terested in her. “1*11 raise the ante.” Lamar broke in on her musings—then caught him self, “1 beg your pardon. Miss Travis. I have no reason to believe that you are familiar with poker terms. I meant that I'd bid one hundred times the orthodox amount of one cent if you’ll tell me what your thoughts were just then. Whatever they were, they were indulgent, cynical and amusing; be cause your eyes mirrored each one of those moods.” June managed a mock-serious shud der. “You appall me. Mr. Lamar." she answered laughingly, “I was thinking just then of the number of criminals you must have met.” “All kinds; and many of each kind,” he started gravely. “And. if you really don’t mind talking of such things, I'd like to ask you something. Before we met yesterday in the park. Miss Travis, did you see anything of a veiled wom an in black?” Outside, on the porch, a chair scraped along the floor. June heard the sharp intake of Mary's breath. “1 believe I did pass such a woman.” she brought out the words slowly, as if unwilling to make the statement positive. “Yes, now that I think about it, I’m sure I did.” I.amar leaned forward in his chair and half-unconsciouslv placed a hand upon her arm. “Think, Miss Travis—think!” he UI gt?u. Down the stairs came the sleek, pat ter of Japanese feet in American shoes. Lamar turned, impatiently, as Yama advanced to the center of the room balancing a dustpan and brush in one lean, yellow palm—the other extended with a bit of charred paper fluttering stiffly, from it. “Pardon. May this be honorable value to Miss June?” he intoned flatly. Lamar started, at sight of the frag ment. June reached out vaguely, nod ded, smiled as best she could and took the paper from the butler's hand. ‘Thank you. Y'es. You may go.” With Lamar's eyes upon her it was an effort to say even that. As Yama disappeared through the doorway, Lamar turned upon her. “What is that?” he said sharply. ‘This?" she inquired faintly, holding the paper before her. “Yes. What is it?” Without waiting for her answer and before she had a chance to regain her shattered composure, he took the burned document from her hand and examined it carefully. “Where did you get it?" he asked at length and his tone implied that con-' viction had taken place of suspicion. "Why— er— why, the veiled woman j in black dropped that note as she hur- j ried by me.” Lamar walked up close to her and looked steadily into her wavering eyes. "Miss Travis.” he said gravely, "are you quite sure of that?” “Sure? Of course I'm sure!" she was trying desperately to laugh. “Would you mind showing me just where you saw this woman in black?" June laughed easily. "Why, of course, i won't mind, Mr. Lamar. You're making this - trifling incident such a frightfully serious af fair. that it rather amuses me. Do detectives—I beg your pardon—do crime specialists always have to fasten on such silly things to track their criminals?" Lamar ignored the sarcasm. “You will come?" he repeated. “IH be ready to go out with you. in two minutes.” she promised, running ugiiuy up roe siairs. A black figure moved quickly across the porch and entered at a small side door. Lamar darted to the window too late to see more than its shadow Upstairs, in the boudoir, June dragged a hat from its box and stood before the mirror swinging it on her hand. There was a curious buzzing sound in her ears and things didn't look sharp and clear cut to her eyes. As she turned to leave the room. Mary, breathless and shaking with ter ror, hurried through the door and threw her arms about her. "You shan't go!’’ she declared pas sionately. *'My precious, my lamb— you shan't be led to the slaughter. He suspected you. He has from the first. He came to sny, not to visit you. Don’t go. dearie—don’t ;o!” "I have brought it on myself," June answered dully. ‘Tve got to go. With his suspicion aroused, don’t yon see it’s the only thing left to do? Ill be able to turn his suspicion aside—I don't know how—but I’ll do it. Oh, I'm so tired!” Just for a moment she weakened and placed her head on Mary's shoul der. She had always felt secure that way—as far back as her memory went. Even now. a woman grown, she found a* strange sense of solace, resting there. A stifled exclamation from the nurse broke into ber dream of rest, worried she raised her head. She saw a black sleeve, tightly gripped by a white hand in which a vivid circle of blazing red had sudden ly been reborn. Horrified, she traced the flaming mark with a trembling forefinger. Then the tension snapped and she sank to the floor, a whimperingly help less girl, with both hands pressed to her lips to muffle her frightened sob bing. Abruptly June got to her feet, and tenderly lifted the old woman up be side her. “You're going to be good and do just as I tell you,” she commanded, “be __—- -i “Did You See Anything of a Veiled Woman in Biack?’’ cause that is the only way you can help me. And I need help so, dear.’ And in less than a minute she had gone, her face wreathed in smiles, waving a gay good-by with the gloves she was drawing on. At the foot of the stairs Lamar was waiting for her. His manner was now a trifle overcourteous. Upstairs at the window of the girl’s sitting room, Mary stood behind the draperies, motionless, and watched them go. “God, he suspects her! There is danger for my little girl. God. tell me what to do! God—hear me in my trouble—tell me what to do!” From far down the street the echo of June's merry laugh came back to her as she prayed in agony. “Ycu will remember precisely where she passed you?” Lamar was saying, suavely. “You see, ordinarily, it is enough to remember just about where a thing happened. But when you’re tracking criminals it must be exactly where.” “If you become any more profession al and technical I shall get so mixed up I won’t remember anything.” June warned him. jokingly. “I’m all shiv ery, right now! I’m thinking it great fun to be a sleuth.” “Really?” observed Lamar eyr'ng her keenly. "I trust you will continue to find it 'great fun,’ Miss Travis.” “Here!”cried June mock-dramatical ly. “right, on this spot is where 1 should say passed the veiled woman in black—that is, where she passed me, I mean.” She was pointing a tragic forefinger a small spot in the flagging. Then suddenly a startled cry burst frombei and she raised her arm limply—and pointed. Turning, the detective saw a woman in black—a long coat hid her figure a thick veil shrouded her features. She stood motionless on the walk, in front of a huge tree. Incredulous, Max looked from the sable-draped figure to the half-faint ii_g girl beside him—then back again The woman hadn't moved. She seemed unconscious of their presence. “Is that the one?” he muttered hoarsely. “Is that the woman whc passed you?” Stunned by the horror of it all, June nodded her head. Immediately Lamar left her side and started to stroll aim lessly toward the woman in black. The sound of his steps on the pave ment roused the veiled woman from her lethargy. She turned her head with a quick, startled movement and walked rapidly away. Lamar quickened his pace. June fearful of what she had done, started after him. Suddenly the woman it? black, cut across a lawn, breaking into a run. June saw the crime specialist clench h>s fist fiercely. His quarry had giveD him the slip. The girl found a wonder ful exhilaration in the fact. As she watched him his chin sud denly shot forward—his eyes strained from their sockets, and a smile, cruel yet suave, dawned around his mouth. At the rear of the house stood a gar age. Across its freshly painted, light gray door sprawled a blotch of inky black, plastered there by the wind. The breeze died. The black patch fluttered and fell, hanging in limp folds. With three bounds Lamar had reached the garage door and was pull ing at the soft cloth. He strained at the door, thinking it would give under the pressure. But it was locked. ■When Lamar turned to June great beads of sweat stood on his forehead and rolled from his temples. ‘‘At last!” he said exultantly, “1 have the veiled woman this time, and perhaps—the mystery of the Red Circle!” June stared at the edge of the black cloak that he gripped so tightly. She recognized it It was—her own! Inside the garage, flat against the door (imprisoned by the cloak edge she could not tear free) the woman in black pushed the veil back from her gray-white face and prayed: “God keep my lamb from harm!” ‘END OP THIRD INSTALLMENT.) The True Values. "You ask me what values impress me as being the true ones. I am very sure, for one thing, that it is the in ner far more than the outer resources on which one must depend for lasting happiness. Do you see that pala'1* of my neighbor’s across the river?” In the treetops beyond the Hudson loomed the roofs of a great house—i mansion copied almost whole from Italy and set down in the New Tork woods. "There are a hundred rocnw In that house," said Mr. Burroughs. “It needs a dozen maids to keep them dustless and it needs a dozen gardeners to keep the grounds. There is a ceiling in it 200 years old and a carpet 400 years old and relics and ♦'ensures from feudal Europe without number; but I would not give Slabside or Wood chuck Lodge for it all. if I had to live there.”—John Burroughs. May Nationalize Coal Mines. Lord Rhondda, whose coal interests in Wales are very large, has taken over the Gwaun Cae Gurwin colliery, the largest in the Swansea district and said to be the largest in the world. It has a capacity of 300,000 tons a year. Farther mergers are expected and the nationalization of the coal In dustry of Great Britain is expected. Heavy. “They say a lot of the bread you get now is underweight” “That so? Well, my wife helps to mate up the average.”—Boston Eve ning Transcript __— IWhy That Lame Back?, Morning lameness, sharp twinges when bending, or an ull-daj imck ache; each is cause enough to sus pect kidney trouble. Gel after th-j cause. Help the kidneys. 'V*| Americans go it too hard. 'V j overdo, overeat and ncglet•• our! sleep and exercise and so « j I fast becoming a nation of ki t’ sufferers. 72% more deaths ih.ui. in 1890 is the 1910 census story. Use Doan’s Kidney Pills. Thou sands recommend them. An Iowa Case ••Ii« r-" often extending into ‘ my shoulder. I felt nervous and had little ambition. 1 Knew my 1 kidneys weren't acting properly and I t.. ■pan using Doan’s Kidney Fills. They soon cur J me and toned up my sit’iii. x am iu JHBBBBfiliiUr say that the cure has b* * : nent." Get Doan’« at Any Sto-.-s. K: * Box DOAN’S R,,,DI"JVr FOSTER-MILEURN CO.. BUFFALO. N. Y. Too Much to Ask. “Is this train on time?” u.-» impatient passenger. “My friend,” replied the condo* impressively, “with all we’ve think about in connection with «■•*» gress, the Supreme court and tit*- in terstate commerce commission. yon surely aren't going to ask us to '.orders our minds with a minor detail like j that, are you?” !10 CENT "CASCARETS" IF BILIOUS OR COSTIVE F<* Sick Headache, Sour Stomach, oluggish Liver and Bowels—They work while you sleep. Furred Tongue, Bad Taste. Indie -• tion. Sallow Skin and Miserable H* id aches come from a torpid liver and | clogged bowels, which cause your | stomach to become filled with undi gested food, which sours anil ferments like garbage in u swill barrel. That's the first step to untold misery—tndi gestion, foul gases, bad breath, yellow skin, mental fears, everything that is horrible and nauseating. A Cascard to-night will give your constip st>-d bowels a thorough cleansing and straighten you out by morning. They wprk while you sleep—a ld-iv-r I >>v from your druggist will kee; . - i ing good for months.—Adv. No Delay. “Old Father Noah had the richr s lei When lie became convinced that pr pax-edness was the thing, lie d**tax • stand around talking about it. lb* went to work.” “True enough. But you ,nits’ her that old Father Noah didn't h iv to wait weary weeks and month- !i appropriation bills were being put through congress.” DANDRUFF AND ITCHING Disappear With Use of Cuticura Soap and Ointment—Trial Free. The first thing in restoring dry. fall ing liair is to get rid of dandruf: a ; itching. Itub Cuticura Oimmeut m * scalp, nest morning shampoo with Cuticura Soap anti hot water. Prevent skin and scalp troubles by making « u i cura your everyday toilet prepar..’ • Free sample each by mail with Boot Address postcard, Cuticura, I*<’pt. L Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv. When a Feller Needs a Fiberd She—Tell me about your early .-;ru_* gles. He—There's not much to tell. T! more I struggled the more the old ma:s laid it on.—Boston Evening Trans* -i;.i GIVE “SYRUP OF FIGS" TO CONSTIPATED CHILD Delicious “Fruit Laxative” ;an’t harm tender little Stomach, liver and bowels. Look at the tongue, mother! It coated, your little one’s stomach, i.ver and bowels need cleansing at on When peevish, cross, listless, doesn sleep, eat or act naturally, or is lev. - ish, stomach sour, breath bad. lias sore throat, diarrhoea, full of cold, give a teaspoonful of “California Syrup of Figs,” and in a few hours all the foot, constipated waste, undigested food and sour bile gently moves out of Its little bowels without griping, and you have a well, playful child again. Ask your druggist for a 50-cent bottle of “California Syrup of Figs,” which con tains full directions for babies, chil dren of all ages and for grown-ups.— Adv. Gentle Thrust. Miss Oldgirl—I remember when the girls married much younger than they do now. Miss Pert—Yes, so grandma tell* me. Many a picture of health is colored —by hand. Grippy weather this. Better get a box of— CASCAMgOIJININE The old family remedy- in tablet lonn—safe. sure, easy to take. No opiates—no unpleasant after effects. Cures colds m 24 hours—Grip in 3 «tays. Money back if it fails. Get w gf°!iine box with Red Top and Mr. Hill's picture on it—25 cents. At A as Drug Store I DITCIIT0 WsUonE.Col.man.Wut' KB I PR I X Ington.li.C. Hi..** rr»,. li'.ot ! ■ M ■ hll IWeu references. Best raaolia ! “BOUfiHonRATS’Te^Jo"^^ riww ■ ■ n | ▲▼old operations. Positive Liver St Stomach remedy CNo OU)—Res alts sure; home remedy. Write Today lMu4TC.-D.pt. W-l. IDS.D.ofenSL.CW W.~n7u., OMAHA, NO. 1-1917.