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' SYNOPSIS.
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| "Orel* Jim" Borden. nan id from a red
B Met i. mark on Lis luend, ha* served his
rj.o 1 prison term One m tacit Borden
1 paster .tun always a ..rm-ii.ai. ha« borne
lie Red Ot» i* it..irk Jim and his son
Ted •» the usd) known living of the
Bardens Max Lamar, a dr It* tire, is de
B tail'd to keep an e n <>n Jm Ju . Travia
I and Bee toother i. -5 Jim a* hr Is re
dlass.Q Jim and 1
4a) Lamar see »l e ilod CVrcle on a mobi
pa‘s Land outsit] a curtained suloint Idle.
Juste, marked with tb Red cir< I*, robs
Grunt a loan soar.. Mary. June s nurse.
pBacoeen her then ami tails her she Is
■■C-riio Jim*' 1. .cm. though Mrs.
*Trarl# does n**t .now Mary tricks La
imas June, drearrd as a tony, recovers
Mary's sti from the police. t.ai .nr visits
"Smillmr Pam." Jim * old crime partner.
1 At tb- soar dr June steals aar invention
piaas tin Todd I>rew and sink* them in
ttoa ara with her boy's clothe* Sent to
xPurftiMi toy Sin.i * San . Alma lui Malle
X)Vt la ft.. Red rirle on her h ind and
rvta (toe (tasti at a ball Mary t-es her
waal. off the mark and point* her out
to lar.w wtoo follows her back to town.
capSurew b*r with the Jew-is and Roes
tafter asotling Mam" On the edpc of a
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NINTH INSTALLMENT
g -DODGING THE LAW”
The beach comber was shuffling
I along the sands like some furtively
} uncouth night animal. He was a
l forlorn spectacle—unshaven, ill clad.
Vhr a week, now he had dwelt in a
■ tumble-down shack at the far end
*nf Serf ton heath
“ Only after dark did he venture forth
I in search of food or firewood. The
few people »h'i hat: < n him on
these night premia ih ight him a
mere tramp and nicknamed him
■ Mike "
’ This evening Mike was scouring
the shore for driftwood. His gaze was
caught and gripped by something that
.swayed and reeled eccentrically on the
verge of the cliff far above him.
He looked mere el-.sely. There, sil
houetted against the brightness of the
midnight sky. he could make cut two
done lacked b'dtes fighting tor very
life on the dif ecg<
“ Mike stared up wan, spellbound.
*Tbea to sL .ted ft night wind
"carried away Lis cry of warning.
Galvanized into feverish activity, he
earn aside his carefully hoarded ann
fui of wtod and ran to the base of
the cue
Forget;«tl of bis own safety. Mike
hogan to swarm up the steep trail,
(•ward the summit
Mag Lamar was yielding, inch by
tmefe to the fearful pressure of his
toe V. :th every ounce of his 240
J •iewfy They Set Off Toward the Hotel.
pound* and with every atom of hia
mighty strength, * Smiling Sam' Kagan
van striving to drag I-amar to the
dlf hnsk and hurl him over.
Max realised his enemy's intent, and
tough! Ilka a wildcat t' overcome the
, ,tamb.« handicap of weight. He
^wrenched one arm free and struck.
~Hi* left (1st '.altered thuddingly
■garnet the sweating flesh of Kagan's
eptsinu-; face.
Kagan shifted his hold, so as to
piaioa the fiercely driven left arm,
and twisted his '-road face to cneside
to evade the abcwtr of blcws.
The maneuver enabled Max to tear
free Bin right arm Bra'ing himself,
he threw every atom of his weight
and his waning strength into a short*
arm upfe-rr sL His fist caught Sam at
th* point of the Jaw.
Kagans mighty arms relaxed their
hold under the impact of the Plow.
| Before ne could brace himself, La
■tar struck again Kagan reeled back
| ditty an; ail but h*- V. :th
s intuit km. Max knew a -
woald end tne fight. He braced
Met to deliver u. throwing his
•sot several inches behind the
The right foot aid not toucn ground.
Inatvnd. it swung out into space For
fasur was an tne very edge ot tne
precipice Cnderstanding bis peril,
ha flung umseif forward.
The movement caused a cave m ot
the cremating verge beneath his right
•sot Ha tan* out his arms to save
htmnelt But it was too late to re
—ear hla balance Over tne edge nls
body -raahed.
Sam. aw brain nearing from the
jar of the two jaw-blows, lurched for
ward to peer down at Ills vanished
foe. But at the first uncertain step,
he paused. Over the side of the
cliff, some ten feet beyond, appeared
the head and shoulders of a man. A
moment later the lean body of Mike
; scrambled to its feet on the sum
mit.
Panting anil exhausted from his
■ steep climb, the beach comber moved
' forward uncertainly. Sam, seeing him
approach, fancied the whole man hunt
was upon nim. and that a dozen or
more pursuers might be at band. He
snarled like a wild beast cornered.
With one smash of nis beefy fist he
knocked the panting beach comber
half senseless to the ground; then
made ztt at top speed along the sum
mit of the bluff.
As Mike blinked uncertainly about
him. ne heard a muffled cry that
seemed to come from the ground be
neath his feet. He jumped to one
side, in superstitious dread.
“Who's—who's there?’- he mum
bled.
Six feet below him. and hanging
over a sheer three-hundred foot drop,
clung a man—a man who had broken
his fall by seizing an outcropping Jut
of stone.
To the stone the unfortunate Lamar
was clinging with both hands.
Mike drew back from the edge,
yanked off his ragged coat, twisted it.
ropewise, and tied one end firmly
around his thin waist. He wound both
his spindling legs around an upcrop
ping rock near the edge and once more
leaned over.
The collar of the coat brushed
against Lamar’s face. Max seized it.
The weight nearly tore the tramp
loose from his impromptu anchorage.
But he set his teeth and hauled up
ward.
After what seemed a century of
age ■ ized effort, Max rolled over the
edge on to the crisp grass of the sum
mit. There, side by side, he and his
rescuer lay for a space—panting.
■lax was in horrible condition. His
evening clothes were torn to ribbons.
i( is face was bloodsmeared and
bruised. His palms were raw and
bleeding.
Where shall I take you?" asked the
beach comber.
To the Surfton hotel, please," an
; swered Max, “if you can.”
Slcwly, Immar leaning heavily on
his new-found friend, they set off to
ward the hotel. Ten minutes later,
, they were in Max's own room; and
Mike was easing the injured man care
fully down into a chair. As he did so,
their eyes met full in the glare of the
electric light above them.
The beach ccmber started violently;
his pallid face turned battleship color.
He turned and made as though to
leave the room.
’ Wait!” panted Lamar. “I can’t let
1 you go like this, old man. You've done
me a mighty big service—bigger than
I can ever repay. What can I do for
you in return?”
“Nothing at all, Mr. Lamar,” was
the beach comber s reply. “I'm glad
to have been of service to you.”
“You know my name!" ejaculated
Lamar.
“I—I have seen you several times,”
evaded the other.
“If you won't let me try to repay
you now,” urged Larmar, "at least
let me be of use to you if ever you
need help. Here.”
Shakily, he drew out one of his
! cards, from his torn vest pocket,
| scrawled a word or two on it and
handed It to Mike. The latter took
the card, pocketed It and—uneasy un
der the increasing curiosity in Max’s
j gaze—shuffled hurriedly from the
| room.
Lamar stared after him; bewilder
ment momentarily making him forget
I his pain and fatigue.
“I knew I’ve seen him before,” he
murmured aloud. “But where and
when? It wasn't with that tallow
white face and hunted look and two
weeks’ stubble of beard. I know that.
But—but—who is he?”
» w m w * w
The morning sun was blazing on
i the waves and turning Surfton beach
; into a vista of glittering silver.
From a half-hidden cave-mouth
j near the base of the bluffs peered
forth a puffy and bruised face.
"Smiling Sam" Eagan had blundered
I up .n this cave in the course of his
llight. after his battle with Lamar.
He looked up and down the gleam
ing beach, wondering if he might dare
venture forth to appease his goading
hunger, but, even as he took a step
I forward, he halted and shrank back
again.
Along the shore, a *urlong distant,
tt|0 men were strolling, and to Sam’s
keen eyes their faces were clearly vis
ible.
’’Jacobs!'’ he sputtered wrathfully.
"And Boyle! The two fly central office
detectives that used to work with La
mar. Gee: The police haven’t wasted
much time in hitting my trail. ’
He drew back Into his cave pausing
only for an instant to peer down the
beach In the opposite direction from
that whence he had seen the two de
tectives. There, In the distance, two
women were sitting on a rock. In me
sunshine; and toward them a man was
hurrying. The man’s back was toward
Sam; but the watcher recognized the
two women as June Travis and Mary.
June and her old nurse had set forth
on their morning walk along the sands
and had paused at the rock to pick
out a site for the picnic lunch the girl
had planned for later in the day. As
they sat in the sunshine, June pointed
to a flat-topped bowlder, farther in
shore, as an ideal natural lunch-table.
They wero about to go over and in
vestigate it when a quick step behind
them in the sand made them turn.
Max Lamar was coming toward them.
Mary shuddered, involuntarily, and
shrank back. But June, with a smile
of genuine welcome, held out her hand
in greeting to him.
Suddenly, her arms still extended,
and before her fingers could touch his,
she exclaimed in quick sympathy:
“You’re hurt! You’re badly hurt!
What is it?’’
Mary, at the girl's alarmed exclama
tion, glanced at Lamar. His right hand
was bandaged. His under lip was cut.
“What is it?” repeated June, anx
iously. "How are you hurt. Mr. La
mar? Tell me.”
"That?” said Lamar lightly, as he
held up his bandaged hand. "Oh. that's
just a little souvenir from your dear
old friend, ‘Smiling Sam’ Eagan.”
“Tell me!” urged June.
Briefly—and still treating the theme
in Jest rather than seriousness—Max
told her the story.
"Last night, when this tramp took
me home.” he ended, "I was so rattled
I let him get away without half thank
ing him.'
"Excuse me. Mr. Lamar,” said a
voice behind Max. “They told us at
the hotel that you’d started for the
beach. May we interrupt you for a
minute?”
Lamar got up from the rock, glanc
ing not overfriendly at the two men
who had broken in on his talk. Then
as he recognized the interlopers his
face cleared.
“Hello, Boyle!” he said cordially.
“Hello, Jacobs! Miss Travis, will you
excuse me? I sha n't be long. I'll be
back in five minutes.”
He moved away, the two detectives
walking one on either side of him.
"Sorry to butt in, Mr. Lamar. Chiefs
June, excited. “TTiey’ve traced him
to Surfton?”
"Worse. They’ve traced him to his
hut. They’re on the way there. At
least, they were. See. they’re starting
back, now, to meet a boy who is going
to guide them. And—Chief Allen
writes asking me to help them. I—’’
‘‘But,’’ urged June, “you can't. You
can’t! Why, he saved your life. He—"
“Do you suppose I’ve forgotten that?”
retorted Lamar, miserably. “That’s
why I tried to delay them. I’d give my
left arm to be able to get there ahead
1 of them and warn him. But how can
I? I'm a sworn officer of the law
and—’’
“But I’m not!” cried June, springing
to her feet. “And I’m going to warn
him!”
Around the headland she vanished,
just as the two detectives met the boy
who was to guide them and started off
at a fast walk toward the point. They
did not see June. But she, glancing
over her shoulder as she rounded the
headland, saw them advancing. And
she quickened her own run.
Before her was the shack—closed,
seemingly deserted. She reached it
in a few seconds. She noted that
while the door was apparently locked
a window at the rear was not. With
out hesitation, she flung open the win
dow and climbed on over the sill.
June found herself in a cubbyhole
of a room whose only articles of fur
niture were a tumbledown cot bed and
a rickety table, on which stood an oil
lamp.
A crazy door led from this tiny bed
room to the room beyond. June threw
wide the door—and confronted a
scared, crouching man, who blinked at
her in dumb terror.
“Mr. Gordon!” she said, incisively,
as If talking to a delirium victim.
‘ The police are after you. Get out
of that bedroom window and make
for the rocks. I’ll hold them till you’re
out of reach. Go!”
She seized him by the arm, as she
spoke, drawing him toward the win
dow. As she did so, a thunderous
knocking sounded at the outer door
followed by a sharp summons of:
“Open, In the name of the law!”
Gordon hesitated no longer. He
bent and kissed June's hand. Then,
he bolted out through the rear win
dow and ran like a chased rabbit
Lamars Gaze Was Fixed on Her Own Right Hand.
orders. Here’s a letter from him. If
you don't want to read all of it. I’ll
give you the gist now. We're down
here looking for Charles Gordon—you
remember? The lawyer who embez
zled $75,000 worth of Farwell corpo
ration securities and then got away
from a couple of our men? Well,
we've traced him down here. Got a
pretty good line on him. too. And
we’ve run down to gather him in.
Chief wants to know if you’ll help us
out. Not that there's any need. But—”
“Gordon!” exclaimed Max. a light of
memory leaping into his face. “Gor
don! Charles Gordon, the crooked
lawyer! That's the man!”
"We have a tip that he’s living in a
hut, down below here, on the shore.
Just beyond that point over there. We
were on our way there and we were
keeping a lookout for you at the same
time. What's the matter with your
hand?” he broke off.
“Your lip’s cut. too,” put in Boyle.
“How does the other fellow look after
the scrimmage? Is he in the hospital
or buying a championship medal?”
“He’s at large,” replied Lamar, ea
gerly grasping the change of subject.
“And he's ‘Smiling Sam' Eagan.”
“What?” cried both men in a breath.
“I saw him last night, and I gave
chase. I caught up with him at the
top of the bluff over there. We had a
tussle and—and—”
“And what?” demanded Boyle.
“And he got away,” finished Max,
lamely. “Now, if you want a real cap
ture, why not start in after Eagan?
“Our guns are loaded for runaway
lawyers,” returned Jacobs—“not for
Sam Eagan. When we've got Gordon
neatly caught we can take a whirl at
Smiling Sam.”
He left them and walked hastily
back to where June and Mary sat. His
face was clouded and sad. June at
once read the trouble in his alert eyes.
“Bad news?” she asked.
"The worst sort of bad news—for
me,” he made worried answer. “And
for the ’tramp’ who saved my life. The
‘tramp,' by the way, Is Charles Gor
don, an embezzling lawyer. He’s in
hiding here. Those two men are cen
tral office detectives and—"
“They are looking for him?” queried
toward the shelter of the headland
rocks.
“He’ll never make It,” she mut
tered, “unless—”
She slammed shut the door leading
from the bedroom to the front room.
Picking up one of a handful of scat
tered matches on the bedroom table,
she lighted the dirty little kerosene
lamp.
At the same moment the two detec
tives burst open the outer door and
piled into the front room. There,
for a second, they halted in wonder.
Before them was the slightly open
door of the bedroom. Through the
crack between door jamb and door
way. appeared a white hand—a wom
an’s hand—and part of an arm.
The hand grasped a burning kero
sene lamp whose smoky chimney wab
bled dangerously. Yes, and on the
back of the white hand shone a cir
clet of scarlet.
“The Red Circle!” ejaculated Boyle;
and started forward—a human hound
upon the scent.
“Back!” shrilled a woman's voice
from behind the half-sh^ut door—a
voice that echoed through the bare
shack like a silver bugle's call. “Back!
If you take another step forward
I’ll throw this lamp.”
“Rush her!” yelled Boyle. “We’ll
get ’em both. Gordon and the Red
Circle woman! Rush her!”
He bounded forward as he spoke,
Jacobs at his heels. And, across tne
little room, like a flaming meteor,
whijzed the lamp.
The blazing Tamp crashed to the
floor at Jacob's feet. There wras a
flare, an explosion, and the room was
thick with blinding smoke.
Jacobs reeled back, gasping; his
lungs burstingly agonized with the
kerosene fumes he had swallowed.
He fell prostrated across the wooden
flooring which the burning kerosone
had already begun to ignite.
Boyle stooped and groped through
the smoke for the swooning man,
found him and dragged him through
the choking fumes to the outer door.
Meanwhile, as soon as she had
launched the lamp at her antagonists,
June had wheeled about and leaped
through the bedroom window.
While Boyle was seeking to get Ja
cobs out of the burning shack, she
was speeding along the sand toward
the rock where she had lett Lamai
and Mary.
Gordon, too, had profited mightilj
by her delay. From the rocks he
made his way to the highroad that
led from Surfton to the city. An autc
truck, city-bound, chugged past. Just
as he reached the road. With a lithe
spring, he swung himself up to a
precarious seat at its tailboard.
As she ran, June looked backward
The shack was a pillar of flame.
Presently, as she rounded the point
she dropped to a sedate walk. Marj
and Lamar were coming forward fron:
the rock, to meet her. She forced hei
labored breathing into some sort oi
regularity and answered the eager
question in their eyes by calling oul
to them:
I was too late. He had gotten
away. But I saw the detectives going
toward the shack. It seemed to be on
fire—or—or something.”
“A fire?” echoed Lamar, looking
toward the smudge of smoke that be
gan to crawl upward over the jutting
shoulder of the point. “I should say
so. And, look how everyone Is run
ning! Let’s go to see it”
Lagiar reached the scene of the
blaze to find a crowd already there.
The fire shared public attention with
two men, one of whom held the other’s
head on his knee.
Max shouldered his way through the
group that hemmed in these two.
Boyle looked up and recognized him.
"He’s coming ’round, all right, Mr.
I-amar,” he said “Smoke was too
much for him. Gee, but we had one
queer time in that shack!”
“In the shack?” repeated Lamar.
“You surely never went into that blaz
ing hovel to look for your man?”
“We sure did.” responded Boyle.
“Only it wasn’t blazing then. We bust
in the door and started for ah inner
door. And then a woman’s hand stuck
out through the opening and—it had
a lighted lamp. Threw the lamp at us
and—"
“A woman?” questioned the amazed
Lamar. “A woman—threw a lamp at
you?”
“It was a woman, all right,” insisted
Boyle. "No man ever had such a little
white hand. Besides—”
“Besides,” gasped Jacobs feebly,
“the hand had a Red Circle on the
back." .
“No!” gasped Lamar, dumfounded,
incredulous. "No! It couldn’t have
been! Not—”
“It was. though,” declared Boyle.
“We both saw it. We—”
“Miss Travis!” broke in Lnmar, as
he caught sight of June, who had Just
come up. “Do you hear this? These
men say a woman was in that shack—
that she threw a lamp at them—that
there was a Red Circle on her hand.”
“No, really?” exclaimed June. “A
woman—with the Red Circle—?”
She checked herself abruptly. La
mar's gaze was fixed on her own right
hand, carelessly displayed to his view.
Her guilty glance fell to the back of
her hand. It was snowy, velvety,
shapely. No sign of the Red Circle
was visible on its smooth surface.
“Can—can you explain it?” she fal
tered. “Can you explain how a wom
an — with the Red Circle — could
have—?”
“No.” he said brusquely, as he fought
to shake off a feeling of strange mis
trust that encompassed him. “No, I
can't. I—I can’t 1 ”
Then, with an effort, changing the
subject, he went on:
“My letter from Chief Allen begs me
to come back to town and consult with
him on the Gordon case. I must catch
the noon train, if I can. Good-by.”
Abruptly be turned away, ignoring
the girl’s pretty gesture of farewell,
»*•***•
Mrs. Travis came down to the beach,
at noontide, in her car. On the front
seat, beside the chauffeur, rode Tama.
The tonneau was half tilled with ham
pers and baskets.
From the table bowlder they had
chosen for their luncheon board ear
lier in the morning June and Mary
waved to Mrs. Travis.
"Here,” directed June, as the Jap
came plodding up, “here is the rock,
Tama Spread the lunch there, and
put the car cushions on those rows of
stones to each side. Call us when
you’re ready. And be ready as soon
as you can. I'm starved. Mrs. Travis
wants to see where the fire was this
morning. We will be back in five min
utes. Try to have everything on the
table by that time.”
’ The three women strolled away.
Yama. as they left him, set to work
with a will to get the luncheon ready
within" the brief five minutes allotted
him.
As the Jap was not gifted with eyes
in his back, he did not see a frowsy
head emerge from a cave-mouth in the
lower part of the bluff, a few yards
behind him.
Sam Eagan had tried to sleep his
hunger away, until such time as it
might be safe to venture out on the
open beach without fear of meeting
the policy Suddenly his nostrils had
been tickled Dy the smell of food.
Then, at once, his whole starved sys
tem clamored ravenously for some
■ thing to eat. His craving for food had
redoubled since morning. Now it
drove away caution and common sense.
He must eat. though *>e go to prison
for life, in payment for his meal.
Eagan thrust out his head from the
cave. He saw Mrs. Travis walking
away with June and Mary. He saw
Just below him a dapper little Jap en
gaged in setting a picnic table. He
saw—heavenly sight!—a great basket
of food just behind the busy Jap.
No hale man who has gone hungry
for thirty hours will blame the fugitive
for laying aside his armor of prudence
at sight and smell of the feast that
filled the big lunch basket.
Noiselessly he crept from his hid
ing place. On tiptoe he made hia
way toward the table. Yama waa
stooping forward, arranging a handful
of silver at one of the three plates.
Sam leaned over him, and with light
ning motion caught up the edges of
the tablecloth and swathed the Jap's
meager body in them.
Knotting the cloth-ends firmly be
hind the back of the squealing and
vainly struggling little butler, Sam
made a rush for the food basket,
snatched it up and bounded lumber
ingly off among the rocks, seeking a
safe place where he might hide and
devour his fragrant prize.
Eagan had sense enough not to go
back to his cave with his plunder.
That was much too near the scene of
his theft. Possible searchers would
see the cavern-mouth and explore It
He must get far enough away to
dodge pursuit, before settling down
to the delights of his stolen banquet.
Ahead of him was a hillock made
up of broken bowlders in whose niches
a man could elude a whole cordon of
police. And toward this hillock. Eagan
ran.
His way took him along a rocky
bit of beach, where be most needs
jump from stone to stone. The tide
was in. The water swirled thirstily
among the rocks as he rushed on
ward.
He came to a place where he could
not stride from bowlder to bowlder to
He Set His Teeth and Hauled Upward.
bowlder, but must jump from one to
the next. He gathered himself for
the leap, and he made it in safety.
But the rock on which his two hun
dred and forty pounds landed was
slimy with wet sea moss.
Sam's feet slipped. Instinctively,
he threw out both arms to steady him
self. The basket of food slipped from
his outflung arms, struck the rock
and caromed off into three feet of
water; where a mischievous wave
promptly washed it out of sight.
Droop-jawed, goggled-eyed, Sam
watched his treasure vanish. For a
moment, he was dumb. Then came
a rush of words, t'p and down on the
slippery rock, Sam Eagan danced. He
threw his fists aloft. He cursed in
a way that would have been a liberal
education to an audience of longshore
men and lumberjacks and canal-boat
men.
At last, his vocabulary and his voice
failed him. And he tried to remem
ber whether or not there had been
more than one basket of food in that
picnic lunch. On Careful—and raven
ous—reflection, he rather thought
there had been a second basket. And
he turned hungrily back toward the
spot he had so nimbly quitted a few
minutes earlier.
Vama, meantime, had at last freed
himself of his tablecloth winding
sheet, clearing away the last folds
of it from his head and face, just as
the three women returned. Loudly
and dramatically, he told them what
had befallen him. And, at discovery
that the food basket was gone, his
voluble indignation redoubled.
“Someone has played a silly prac
tical joke on you,” decided Mrs. Trav
is. “I am going to the coastguard ,
station below here to ask if anyone
there did it Yams,” she continued, ,
“Go back to the car, and ask if Gav- ,
roche saw anybody run in that direc
tion with the basket.”
Left alone, June and Mary stared j
at each other in dumb astonishment j
Then, all at once, the funny side of
the mishap struck June. She threw
back her bead and laughed.
The daring cleverness of the thief ]
appealed to the newly awakened
criminality in her nature. And, as
she laughed, the Red Circle began
to throb and glow on the back of her
hand.
Sam Eagan, having crawled as near
as he dared, to the spot where he
still hoped to find food, caught sight
of June and heard her gay laughter.
He paused, hesitant, behind a rock,
debating whether or not it would be
safe to come out and throw himself
upon her mercy.
He had half-coined a whining speech
of penitence for her benefit, when, of
a sudden, the girl clapped her right
hand across her mouth to stop her
hysterical laugh.
Clear as noonday sun could make
it, the scarlet sign on her hand-back
flashed forth.
“The—the Red Circle!” gurgled
Eagan, in stark amaze, "The—the Red
Circle!—June Travis!"
A gleam of wolfish cunning began
to replace the blank wonder on his
face.
(END OP NINTH INSTALLMEifej
DEADLY GASES IN WARFARE
Ch'sHne and Bromine Are Thooe
Chiefly Employed, Though Many
Others Will Do Same Work.
The irritating gases and fames most
ratable for warfare, as enumerated
by (luareschi la an address to the
(knuicoTt'talrtl society at Turin,
embrace rhloriae. hydrochloric acid
r,< tiromiae. hjdrotoromlc acid gas,
min-jci dioxide, nltrosjrl - chloride,
n. hydrocyanic add earn, cyano
gen chloride, cyanogen bromide, am
monia, hydrogen sulphide, sulphur di
oxide, phosphine and arsine. When
gas attacks are reported, a natural as
sumption is that chlorine or bromine
has been employed, because these
gases are usually to be had in large
quantities at low cost Next in avail
ability and effectiveness' are phosgen.
nitrosyl chloride, and other products
of chemical industries. Besides being
abundant and cheap, It Is requisite
that the gases be heavier than air, re
tain their offensive properties when
largely diluted with air, be easily
transported in liquid form, and be as
little as possible absorbed by water
or neutralized by chemical solutions
used on face sponges. In defense, al
kaline and weak acid solutions are
used for saturating the face masks,
soda-lime being probably the best neu
tralizer for the most poisonous gases—
chlorine, bromine, nitrogen dioxide,
hydrocyanic acid, sulphur dioxide, and
phosgen. The heavy offensive gases
do not all act by suffocating or chok
ing, but some—such as nitrochloro
form, benzyl chloride and bromide,
and various organic substances—dis
able by causing a flow of tears.
Striving to Please.
Jimmy Beamish had enlisted In his
“group” and was training near New
castle. His wife, on a visit to the
“toon,” became very ill. Thinking her
end was near, she said:
“Jimmy, lad, where are ye gannen
to bury me?”
“Well, Bess,” he said. “Aa had
thowts ov NewcasseU”
*"aiKQ!l*lV>fliys-irliT wwa it Tinumr MU
“Xo, binney,” she said, “Aa cuddent
lie in Newcassel. You must tyck me
back to Durham. Ta waddent like
to be buried about here.”
it “Tut, tut, Bess,” exclaimed Jimmy;
“Think ov the expense ov tyckin’ ye
anil the way to Durham.”
“Aa cannnt help it. Jimmy; yen
hae te tyck me thor, for Aa cannot lie
quiet In Newcassel.”
Jimmy thought for a moment In si
lence.
Weel> Bess” he said, at last,
Aall tell ye what Aa’U de; Aa’ll gle
ye a trial in Newcassel, an’ If ye
divvent lie quiet thor, Aa’ll tyck ye te
Durham.”—London Answers,
American Chop Suey.
One pound hamburg steak, one me
dium-size slice pork, one medium-size
onion, one small can tomatoes and
spaghetti, half can tomato soup. Fry
out pork in frying pan, slice onion
and add, remove pork when well
cooked, leaving fat. Then add steak,
then tomatoes and spaghetti, then half
cau soup. Cook about tea minutes.
Your Health
IS
Paramount
and deserves utmost care
One of the greatest
drawbacks to health is
a weak stomach, but in
many cases this can be
corrected by careful diet
and the assistance of
HOSTETTER’S
Stomach Bitters
It is a Splendid First Aid i
A Hint.
“Oh, I just love animals; don't yon? ’
gurgled the sweet young thing.
“Sure. Let's have a Welsh ralihit."
said the accommodating youth.—Town
Topics.
FALLIN6 HAIR MEANS
DANDRUFF IS ACTIVE
Save Your Hair! Get a 25 Cent Bottle
of Danderine Right Now—Also
Stops Itching Scalp.
Thin, brittle, colorless and scraggy
hair Is mute evidence of a neglected
scalp ; of dandruff—that awful scurf.
There is noihing so destructive to
the hair as dandruff. It robs the hair
of Its luster, its strength and its very
life; eventually producing a feverish
ness and itching of the scalp, which
if not remedied causes the hair roots
to shrink, loosen and die—then the
hair falls out fast. A little Danderine
tonight—now—any time—will surely
save your hair.
ijet a go cent Dottle or tvnowitnn*
Danderine from any store, and after
the first application your hair will
take on that life, luster and luxuriance
svhich Is so beautiful. It will beccne
tvavy and fluffy and have the apr ar
tnce of abundance; an incompurub.-*
ilosg and softness, but what . ill
alease you most will be after just .
:ew weeks’ use. when you will aciua -
y see a lot of fine, downy hair—«e»
!»air—growing all over the scalp. *Adv.
;0AST GUARDS SAVED DEER
Rescued Animal When It Had Broken
Througe Ice, Revived It, and
Set It Free.
Humanitarian activities of the <oast
tuard extend to the salving of wild
inimal life. A deer chased by dog'
ittempted to cross the ice, crashed in.
.vas rescued, nearly done for, by the
roast guard crew of the station at
^uonocliontaug. It. I.; Was taken into
he station boat and thence to the sta
ion; was worked over until it re
rived, and then was set at liberty.
The tale conies in the report of
lie keeper of the station. The in.
lent happened on the morning of Jnu
tary 3, when, about tea o’clock, the
station crew sighted the deer, pursued
iy dogs, erossiug a marsh about a 1 t!f
nile away. The hunted animal nt
empted to cross a pond on thin and
•often ice. It was observed to fall
hrough, and try in vain to extricate
tself.
Three surfmen launched a small
;kiff and reached the deer after an
lour's work in breaking through the
ce. The deer was nearly dead from
ts struggle in the icy water.
Lived in One Room 82 Years.
Croydon, England, has lost by death
i trader who. In an interesting way.
•arried on the trading traditions of
he past. He was Robert Brnin, who
lied at eighty-five years old in a room
>ver the little old-fashioned shop in
vhich he had lived for 82 years. Mr.
3rain was reputed to be the largest
ndividunl ratepayer in the borough,
laying the corporation about £800 a
•ear.—London Chronicle.
There is a Catholic daily newspaper
mblished in Tientsin, China.
You Can Snap
Your Fingers
at the ill effects
of caffeine when
you change from
coffee to
postum
“There’s a Reason”
