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rmmMrnim rsf^m MiflM # -a*- '?jfc <*« g T' a' % '«,•" 1 M *«,-" MAKES NEW MAN A Romaics of In# Slack Bawk War Aatkor ®f "Oilrabui11 "ftn •llklritk Brigade." •ojlffleM br A. O. McOlnrr * Oo. >i n » ^|»n t f • -? ;* Wilderness Vx »i %IW By RANDALL PARRISH ,"•!•. MilrtfliM bflrwh Mytll - nft' • II *%f'» II'^1) II frjflji * "I CANNOT ORDER; (AM A SLAVE." Synopsis .--Tn 1!® TJeutenant Knox of the regular army is on duty at Port Armstrong, Rock Island, 111., In territory threatened by disaffected Indians. The commandant sends him with dispatches to St. Louis. He takes passag* on th« •t«a.mer Warrior and makes the acquaintance of Judge Beaucaire, rich planter, and of Joe Klrby (the Devil's Own), notorious gambler. Knox learns Judg» Beaucaire has a daughter, Elolse, and a granddaughter, Rene, offspring of a son whom the Judge has disowned. Rene's mother is a negress, and she and her daughter, never having been freed, are slaves under the law, although the girls have been brought up as sisters. Kirby induces the Judge to stake his plantation and negro servants on a poker hand unfairly dealt by Joe Carver, Kirby's partner. Klrby accuses the Judge of cheating. Beaucaire, infuriated, drops dead. Knox tries to induce Kirby to give up 'his stolen winnings, Klrby and Carver throw Knox overboard. The lieutenant swims ashore and reaches a hut. Knox lies unconscious for ten days. Recovering, he finds h« is in a cabin owned by Pete, a "free nigger," who had shot him, mistaking him for an enemy. His dispatches have been forwarded. Recovering from his wound. Knox sends Pete to bring Haynes, Beaucaire's lawyer, and they arrange, with Pete's help, to get the women to the cabin of an abolitionist Amos Shrunk, before Kirby comes, At the Beaucaire place Knox overhears a conversation between the sheriff and his deputy, and learns the truth about the situation. He is witness to an Interview between Klrby and a girl who says she is Rene Beaucaire. Kirby insuUs the erirl, and Knox attacks him. Believing Klrby dead, Knox explains affairs to the girl, and she agrees to try to escape with him. They fail to And Pete where he had been pw»ted, bo Knox seij;»s the sheriff's keeiboat, along with Sam, the slave left in charge, ar.d they begin their voyage up the river. Next day a steamer passes and Sain recognises Klrby on board. At Shrunk's place they find a dead negro, treacherously shot down from behind, lying In the woods hear the cabin. It Is a stunning surprise. - CHAPTER V111--Continued. He vu slow in following, hanging bade a* I approached closer to the motionless form, and I could hear the muttering of his lips. Unquestionably the maH was dead; of this 1 was assured before I even knelt beside him. He lay on his face in a litter of dead leaves, and almost the first thing I noticed was the death wound back of his ear, where a large-caliber bullet had pierced the brain. His exposed hands proved him a negro, and it was with a feeling of unusual repugnance that I touched his body, turning it over sufficiently to see the face~ All at once I knew him, unable wholly to repress a cry of startled surprise as I stared down Into the upturned face--the dead man evidently murdered, shot treacherously from behind, was Free Pete. I sprang to my feet, gazing about blindly into the dim woods, my mind for the Instant dazed by the Importance of this discovery. What could It mean? How conld It have happened? By what means had he reached this spot In advance of us, and at whose hand had he fallen? He could have been there only for one purpose, surely--tn an attempt to guide EloJse Beaucaire and the quad- ,roon Delia. Then what had become of the women? Where were they laow? ( i stumbled backward to the support ! of the log, unable to answer any one of these questions, remembering only .In that moment that I must tell Rene j*the truth. "Tell me--please," she begged. "Is ji the man dead? Who Is he, do yon know?" "Yes," I replied desperately. "He Is dead, and I recognized his face. He 3,1s the negro Pete and has been killed, ^ shot from behind." "Pete," she echoed, grasping at the $./ log to keep erect, her eyes on that '•% dimly revealed figure In the leaves. ;,:j "Free Pete, Carlton's Pete? How-- *1 could he hare got here? Then--then % the others mtrat have been with him. :> What has become of them?" .••*$§ «n ia aii mystery; the only way to ; <*1 eolve It is for us to go on. It can do no pne any good to stand here, staring at this dead body. When we reach the cabin we may learn what has occurred. Go on ahead, Sam, and we ' will follow--don't be afraid, boy; It Is not the deid who hurt us." 8be clung tightly to me, shrinking past the motionless figure. Slle was 83 I, tv. v 8he Clung Tightly to Me, Shrinking Past the Motionlesf Figure. not sobbing; her eyes were dry, yet every movement, each glance exhlBtt-l ed her depth of horror. I drew her closer, thoughtless of what she was,, my heart yearning to speak words of comfort, yet realizing there was nothing left me to say. "Do not mind me," she said, pausing before the utterance of each, word to steady her voice.- '"I-Ml adi not going to break down. It--It is the suddenness--the shock. I--I riiWH be strong again in a minute." "Ton must be," I whispered, "for - their irres may depend on us." It was a short path before us and r became more clearly defined as we ad- . vanced. A sharp turn brought us Into full view of the cabin, which stood In a small opening, built against the - sldehlll, and so o»<*rhnng with trees as to be invisible, except from the di- • rectlon of our approach. We could see ,, only the side wall, which contained one open window, and was a one-room affair, low and flat-roofed, built of logs. Its outward appearance was ' peaceful enough, and the swift beat of my pulse quieted as I took rapid survey of the surroundings. "Sam," I commanded, "yon are to remain here with Rene, while I learn the truth yonder. Yes," to her quick protest, "that will be the better way there is no danger and I shall net be hat for a moment.* I seated her on a low stump and left them there together, Sam's eyes rolling about in a frightened effort to perceive every covert In the woods, but the girl satisfied to watch me Intently as I moved cautiously forward. A dozen steps brought me within view of the front of the cabin. The door had been smashed in and hung dangling from one hinge. Another step, now with a pistol gripped In my hand, enabled me to obtain a glimpse within. Across the puncheon threshold, his feet even protruding without, lay a man's body; beyond him. half concealed by the shadows of the Interior, appeared the outlines of another, with face upturned to the roof, plainly distinguishable because of a snow-white beard. CHAPTER IX. The Trail of the Raiders. Shocked and unmanned as I was at this discovery, to pause there staring at those gruesome figures would have only brought fresh alarm to the two watching my every movement from the edge of the clearing. Gripping my nerves, I advanced over the first body, watching for any sign of the presence of life within the cabin. There was none--the work of the murder had been completed, 'and the perpetrators had fled. The dead man, with ghastly countenance upturned to the roof rafters, and the snowy beard, was undoubtedly the negro helper, Amos Shrunk. Pete's description of the appearance of the man left this identification beyond all dispute. He had been stricken down by a savage blow, which had literally crushed in one side of bis head, but his dead hands yet gripped a rifle, as though he had fallen fighting to the last. The other man, the one lying across the threshold, had been shot, although I did not ascertain this fact until after I turned the body over sufficiently to reveal the face. This was disfigured by the wound and covered with blood, so that the features could scarcely be seen, yet I instantly recognized the fellow--^Carver. Surprised out of all control by this unexpected discovery, 'I steadied myself against the log wall, fully aroused to the sinister meaning of his presence. To a degree the complete significance of this tragedy in stantly gripped my mind. If this fellow Carver had been one of the assailants then it was absolutely certain that Kirby must also have been present-- the leader of the attack. This inevitably meant that both men had been aboard the steamer, and later were put ashore, at the mouth of the Illinois. And, now that I thought about it, why not? It was no accident, »nd I wondered that the possibility had never occurred to me before. The gambler naturally knew all the gossip of the river, and beyond question he would be aware of the reported existence of this underground station for runaway slaves. It was common talk as far down as St. Louis, and his miad. would instantiy revert to the possibility that the fleeing Rene might seek escape through the assistance of Shrunk. The mysterious vanishing of fMe boat *ould serve to Increase that suspicion. Even if this had not occurred t£ him at first,--the iteamer would have broilghJ dWs that po keelboat had been seen on the low^r river, while the captain of the Jfthn B. Glover, or someone else, on- board, would have been sure to have mentioned the negro helper and fuggest that he iftlght have had a hand in the affair. To follow that trail 4as, indeed, the most natural thing tpr Klrby to db. He had nbt overtaken Rene because she was not yet there, but he had unexpectedly come upon the other fugitives, and, even though the encounter had cost the life of his henchman; Carver^. It alio resulted in the death pf two men who had come between him and his prey--the negro and the abolitionist. The. scene cleared in my brain and became vivid And real. I could almost picture in detail each act of the grim tragedy. The two revengeful trackers--if there were only two engaged, for others might have been recruited on the steamer-- must have ^rept up t9 the hut in the night or early morning. Possibly Kirby had learned of some other means of approach from the big river. Anyway the fact that Shrunk had been trapped within the cabin would Indicate the final attack was a sur prise. The negro might have been asleep outside and met his death In an attempt at escape, but the old white man, finding flight Impossible, had fought desperately to the last and had killed one antagonist before re* celvlng his death blow. This'was all plain enough, but what had become of Klrby, of the two women--Elolse the quadroon mother) Uncertain what to do or how to act, I could only turn to the waiting girl and the negro to tell them what I had found. They listened as though scarcely comprehending, Sam uttering little moans of horror, and appearing helpless from fright, but Rene quiet, merely exhibiting her emotion In the whiteness of her face and quickened breathing. Her eyes, wide open, questioning, seemed to sense my uncertainty. As I ended the tale and concluded with my theory as to what had occurred following the deed of blood, her quick mind asserted Itself. "But this must have happened very lately; the fire still smoldered, you said. When do you think that steamer could have landed here?" "Why, perhaps eferly last evening." "And it has not occurred to you that the boat might have waited here while the man Klrby wntlfeshorer?" "No; that could scarcely,be true, If the steamer was transporting troops; what was it you were thinking about?" "It Is all dark, of course," she said slowly, "we can only guess at what happened. Bnt to me it seems impossible that the man Kirby could have accomplished this alone--without assistance. The boat we saw at the landing was not his; it must have been Pete's, and there Is no evidence of pny other trail leading here from the river. If, as you imagine, he knew the captain of that steamer, and some of the other men aboard were Mlssour^ ans and defenders of slavery, he would have no trouble in enlisting their help to recover his runaway slaves. They would be only too glad to break up an abolitionist's nest. That is what I believe has happened; they came ashore in a party, and the steamer waited for them." And you think the prisoners were taken along? Yet Kirby would not want to transport them up the river." "As to that," she insisted, "he could not help himself. He needed to get away quickly, and there were no other means available. He could only hope to connect later with some craft southbound on which to return." I You may be right," I admitted, impressed, yet not wholly convinced. "But what can we do?" She looked at me reproachfully. "You should not ask that of a girl." The words stung me. "No; this is my task. I was thoughtlessly cruel. Neither can we remain here, only long enough to bury those bodies. It would be inhuman not to do that. Sam, there is an old spade leaning against the cabin wall-- go over and get it." He started on his mission reluctantly enough, glancing constantly backward over his shoulder to Insure himself of our presence and carefully avoiding any approach to the open, door. Unpleasant as our task was It proved to be less difficult of accomplishment than I had anticipated^, There were blankets in the cabin' bunks, and in these I wrapped the bodies. They were too heavy, however, for me to transport alone, and It required some threatening to induce Sam to give me the assistance necessary to deposit them in the shallow grave. Only the fear that I would not have him with us longer compelled his Joining me. He was more frightened at the thought of being left alone than of contact with the dead. Sam filled in the loose earth, rounding it into form, and the two of us stood above the fresh mound, our bent heads bared to the sunlight, while I endeavored to repeat brokenly a few words of prayer. Now our first necessity was food. Of this I found a fair supply, and compelling Sam to assist me, we hastily prepared a warm meal over the open fire. It was eaten without, no one of us desiring to remain In the midst of that scene of death; and the very knowledge that the dread burial was completed and that we were now free to depart brought to all of us a renewed courage. It scarcely seemed probable that one man alone, or even two men, had com* mitted this crime, and the sole survivor disappear so completely with the prisoners. I had turned each detail over and over in my thought, Nvhlle I worked, yet to but little purpose. The only present solution of the problem seemed to be our return to that hidden basin where our boat lay, and then remaining there In concealment until the darkness of another night rendered It safe to once more venture the river. I spoke of this to her, as I finally approached where she rested on the stump, eager and glad to escape from all memories of that somber cabin I had just left. "You--you are no longer so confident," she said; "your plan has failed?" "I am afraid It lias," I admitted, for it was based altogether on the assistance of Amos Shrunk. He is no longer alive, and I do not know where to turn for guidance. There would seem to be danger in every direction; the only question Is--In which way lies the least?" You begin to regret your attempt to aid me?" No," Impulsively. "So far as that goes I would do It all over again. Your safety means more to me now than ever before--you must believe that." "Why should I? All I have brought you le trouble. I can read in your face how discouraged you are. You must not think I do not understand, I do understand--perfectly. What joe have done has been only a response to impulse; merely undertakes through a spirit of adventure. Thenthen why not let It end here, and-- Sam and I can go on to--to whatever is before us? It Is nothing to you," i "You actual)/ believe I would consent to that ?" I asked hv startled surprise at the vehemence of her words. "That I could prove such a cur?" "But why not? It werild not bei a cowardly act at all. I could not blame you, for I have no claim on your service--never have had. You have done a thousand times too much already; you have risked honor, reputation, and neglected doty to aid my escape; and--and I art nothing to you --can be nothing." "Nothing to me?" "Certainly not. Why apeak Ilk# that? Have you forgotten again that am a sl^ve--a negress? Think, Lieutenant Knox, what it would mean to you' to be caught in ray company; to be overtaken while attempting to assist me in escaping frosn my master. Now no one dreams of such a thing, and no one ever need dream. You have had your adventure; let It end here. I shall be. grateful te you always, but*--but I cannot bear to drag you deeper into this mire." "You ordef me to leave you?" "I cannot order; I am a slave. My only privilege is to request, urge, Implore. I can merely Insist that It will be best--best for us both--for you to go. Surely you also must realize that this Is true?" "You have been brooding over all this," I said gently, "sitting here alone, and thinking while we worked. I am not going to answer you now. There is no need. Nothing can be done until night, whatever we decide upon. You will go back with us to the boat?" "Yes; I simply cannot stay here"-- her eyes wandering toward the cabin. I took the lead on the return, finding the path easy enough to follow In the full light of day. The sincere honesty of her plea--the knowledge that she actually meant it--only served to draw me closer, to strengthen my determination not to desert. Her face was ever before me as I advanced--a bravely pathetic face, wonderfully womanly In Its girlish contour--appealing to every impulse of my manhood. I admitted the truth of what she said--it ha'd been largely love of k session of her these murders had been Committed. Why, then, should he ran away when he must have known the fclrl was already In his grasp? The tame thought apparently occurred to her. v- > "Yon--frou believe .jhat Klrby did thlgE' •*»•' -4«-. . "What other conclusion is possible? We know that he passed us on the steamer--Sam saw him plainly. It was his man, Carvefc, whom we found dead in the hut. It could have been no one else." "But," she questioned, unsatisfied, "be would have only one reason for being here--hunting me, his slave. That was his one purpose, was it not? If he saw us then he must have known of my presence, that I was here with you. Why should he make no attempt to take me with him? Why should he steal our boat and run away?" "One theory is as good as another," I said, "and mine so far have all been wrong. What do you make at it, Sam?" "Who, sah? Me, sahr "Yes, take a guess at this." " 'Pears like," he said, deliberately, rubbing his ear with one hand, "as how it mought have happened dls yere way, sah. Ah ain't a-sayln' It wus-rit mought be. Maybe Massa Klrby nebber got no sight ob us 'tall, an' wus afeerd fer ter stay. He Just knowed a party wna yere--likely 'nough sum Black Abolitionists, who'd be huntin' him if he didn't cl'ar out, just so soon as dey foun' dat Amos Shrunk wus dead. Here ^us his chance, an' he done took it." He bent suddenly forward, his glance at the edge of the log, "Dey ain't took but just de one boat, sahf fer de odder am shoved under dar out'r sight." As I stooped further over I saw that this was true, the small rowboet, with the oars undisturbed in its bottom, had been pressed In beneath the concealment of the log wharf, almost completely hidden from above, yet to all appearances uninjured. The very fact that It should have been thus left only added to the mystery of the affair. If it had been Kirby's deliberate purpose to leave us there stranded ashore why had he failed to crush in the boat's planking with a rock? Could the leaving of the craft In fit condition for our use be part of some carefully conceived plan; a bait to draw us Into some set trap? Or did it occur merely asv an incident of their hurried flight? These were unanswerable questions, yet the mere knowledge that the boat was actually there and in navigable condition promised us an opportunity to escape. While hope remained, however vague, It was not my nature to despair. Whether accident or design had been the cause made no odds--I was willing to match my wits against Klrby and endeavor to^wln. And I must deal with facts Just ia they were. Fitting Work for the "Devil's Own." (TO BE CONTINUED.) PUT UP FIGHT FOR BROOD "Certainly Not; Why Speak i-ike That? Have You Forgotten Again That 1 am a 8lave--a Negress?" adventure, the rash recklessness of youth, which had brought me here. But this was my Inspiration no longer. I had begun to realize that something deeper, more worthy, now held me to the task. What this was I made no attempt to analyze--possibly I did not dare--but, nevertheless, the mere conception of deserting her In the midst of this wilderness was too utterly repugnant for expression. No, not that; whatever .happened it would never be that. . The last few rods of bur journey lay through thick underbrush, and beneath the spreading branches of interlacing trees. Suddenly I emerged upon the bank of the creek, with the rude log wharf directly before me. I stopped transfixed, staring at the water-- nothing else greeted toy eyes; both the boats were gone. This unexpected discovery came to me like a blow; the very breath seemed to desert my lungs, as I stared down at the vacant stream. We had been outgeneraled, tricked, and all our theories as to what had occurred were wrong. The duty we had performed to the dead had cost us our own chance to escape. Instead of being alone, as we had supposed, we were In the midst of enemies; we had been seen, watched, and while we loitertd ashore the murderers had stolen our boat and vanished, leaving us there helplessly marooned. All this was plain enough now, when it was already too late to remedy the evil. The struggling girl emerged through the tangle of shrubs and paused suddenly at my side, her lips giving utterance to a cry of surprise. "The--the boat I It Is not here?" "No; there is not a sign of It. Those fellows must be still in the neighborhood ; must have seen us when we first came." "But what are we to do?" 1 had no ready answer, yet'the echo of utter despair in her voice stirred me to my own duty as swiftly as though she had thrust a knife into my side. Do? We must do something! We could not sit down idly there in the swamp. And to decide what was to be attempted was my part. If Klrby and whoever was with him had stolen the missing boat, as undoubt edly they had, they could have possessed but one purpose--escape. They were inspired to the act by a desire to get away, to flee from the scene of their crime. They must believe that we were left helpless, unable to pursue them or create alarm. Yet if it was Kirby why had he fled se swiftly, making no effort to take Rene captive also? It was she he was seeking; tojr the purpose of Old White Hen Proved Herself Worthy of the Best Traditions of the Barnyard. W® usually think of roosters as proverbial fighters and of hens as decidedly lacking in spirit. On occuslon, however, the hens can be as brave as the bravest. I once witnessed, writes a subscriber, an exhibition of courage on the part of a ben that deserves to be recorded., She was a white topknot of eccentric disposition, which is one way of saying that she preferred to select her own nests. She chose the spareroom bed for that purpose, and had accumulated four eggs before she wa? discovered and ignominiously shooed out of the window. Highly indignant, she disappeared under the barn, whence she emerged several weelu later with eleven chicks. Beyond Introducing the eleven Into the kitchen one day when the door had inadvertently been left open, Madam White displayed no more eccentricity thnn any ether hen. But one day there arose a mighty uproar in the back yard. Such a cackling, squawking and peeping surely portended dire calamity. We rushed to the door Jutt In time to see a hawk getting the sui> prise of his life. He had evidently swooped down for one of the chickens, and Madam White, with beak and claws and wings, was giving him a drubbing that threatened permanently to disable him. Suddenly a dark shape swept down to the ground, there was a piercing peep, and Madam White turned to see the hawk's mate in the act of seizing one of her brood. Quick as thought, she flew to the rescue. Up Into th« air went the hawk, and with It went Madam White. The hawk tried Its best to shake her off, but the hen hung on, fighting desperately, until the hawk was forced to drop the chicken and beat a retreat. Madain White came to earth with a thud and a flop, gathered her flock about her, and retired to the sheltei of the currant bushes, where she talked about the occurrence In guttural! for some time. Neither of the captured chickens sustained any seriou* Injury, and the old grenadier brougbt the entire brood to maturity.--Youth'# Companion. Aged Convict Rejuvenated by Transplanting of Glaildt : From MurdereE^^lI' NOW SEES NEW HOPE Chicago 8urgeon la Given the Credit for Originating the Grafting P<*»; ' ass by California Prison Physicians. 8an Quentln, Cal.--"I am a new man. Already I can feel -the new energy in me, and my ambition has returned." That statement was made by J. , the old man who was given interstitial glands taken from the body of Tom Bellon, who had been hange£ at a«n Quentln prison. As J. spoke he stretched out his arms and flexed them like an ath* lete. His eyes sparkled and there was resonance In his voice. J. --:-- still Is confined to the hospital ward of the prison, and he lay on his cot. He has been permitted, however, to take short walks. He repeated time and again that he felt "like a new man." The prison physicians^ Dr. L. I* Stanley and Dr. G. David Kalker, who Implanted the glands In J , said there had been a marked change In their patient. Sees New Hope. Jt "1'1' himself said he seemed normal In Vigor for the first time in 25 years. He le» serving a 60-year term, and since he has once violated his parole there Is slight chance that he will be paroled again. He looks on life with a new hope, however. The controversy as to who first performed the gland Implantation operation continues. Doctor Stanley received a cablegram from Dr. Serge Voronoff. the Paris doctor who claims to have originated the operation. The cablegram reads: "Hear with pleasure of your application of my method. I do grafting by dividing glands into many pieces and putting them in their natural place." Credit, however. Is given by Doctor Stanley to Dr. G. Frank L'ydston of Chicago for first performing the operation as a report on a successful transplantation of glands was made, one ERITMV l« tm IMS All CIT B0WIT1EES Only one man, or em a boy, with tike Improved Ottawa Engine Log 8aw can easily cut twenty-five to forty cords a day, and at a cost of less than 2c per cord. This machine, which out' does all pthers, has a heavy, cross cat saw driven by a powerful especially designed 4-cycle gasoline engine. Itfe a fast money-maker for those using it and does more than ten men could dky either cutting down trees, sawing logit or^ buzzing branches while you reft. 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They have a large colony of guinea pigs segregated as to color and will experiment to ascertain whether transplanted glands carry with them any physical characteristics of the dondr. Ancient Musical Instrument. 'The organ Is a very ancient instru ment. Its Invention being credited 1* Ctesiblus of Alexandria, a barber 0 the Egyptian city, In 2JW B. C. It wai not until a thousand ye*rs later, how ever, that they were first used in thj churches of wester^ Europe. On» chronicle asserts that Tope Vltallanuf Installed ap orgau in q church lx Rome In the year 658, *-hi!e an an cient French work records that Kln| Pepin erected one of the lnstrumenti In the Church of St. Cornellle at Oem pelgn, In France, in 787. The Falling Due. Dora--Edith declares that the fol low she Is marrying is a mart of note Flora--Quite right. Like a note hi exists on promises and Is dlecountat ia financial circles.--Cartoon* . 5/ , . • Bolshevikl Slay Persians. London.--Details have reached here of the murder by bolshevikl of Ibadullabeg, the Persian consular agent at Armivir, Armenia, together with' 310 Persian subjects, of whom 270 were Mohammedans and 40 Christians. When the volunteer army evacuated Armavir. July 27, according to the reports. the bolshevikl called Ibadullabeg out. shot him down and mutilated his body with swords and bayonets. The bolshevikl then herded together all the Persians who had taken shelter under the protection of the Persian flag and shot them en masse with machine guns and buried them, partly In the consular graveyard and partly In a common Pit. Britons Breed Rabbits for Fur, Rabbit breeding in Great Britain, M supply a portion of the 3arge quantities of fur purchased in the country. Is stated by a commerce report to be the purpose of the new Beveren cluh. The fur of the blue beveren Is d#> scribed as having a lovely shade it lavender blue throughout, and as ba» lng long, lustrous, exceedingly fine an# silky; that of the Havana rabbit IS a rich chocolate color and Is thick and fairly long. From these varieties It Is hoped to produce natural furs'with a fine color that will not fade. / ' TONIGHT! Take "Cascarets" if side. Bilious, Constipated. Enjoy life! Straighten up! Youf system is filled with liver and bow# . poison which keeps your sktn sallov£ your 6tomach upset, your head duft and aching. Your meals are turning Into poison and you cannot feel right Don't stay bilious or constipated. Fee!/ splendid always by taking Cascarett occasionally. They act without grifl>»'---- lng or Inconvenience. They never sicl|» en you like Calomel, Salts, OH or nastf* , harsh pills. They cost so little, too--Ca#» ' carets work while you sleep.--AdT. Italian Forests 8mall. The total area of Italy, Including the Islands of Sicily and Sardinia, consists of abont 71,500,000 acres, which i* equivalent to the combined area of tha states of New York and Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Connecticut and New Jersey, says the Forestry Magazine of Washington. Within this comparatively small area a population of 96,000,- 000, more than equivalent to one-third of this country, is congested. Of tUs total area of Italy only 17.64 per cent 1* now covered with forests. "THESE AREMY JEWELS." "These are my Jewels," said Cornelia, the mother of the Gracchi, two thousand years ago, when asked to show her jewels, and presented her sons. And the best jewels of any manufacturer are his j>ro<l9cts enjoying a. world-wide renown. Every remedy has to live or die on Its merits. Trlner'a American Elixir of Bitter Wine was brought to market SO years ago. Today it has the reputation of tha .most dependable remedy for constlp* tion. Indigestion, flatulence, headaches, nervousness, and other stomach troubles. And Trlner's Angelica Bitter Tonic, Trlner's Liniment for rheumatism and neuralgia, Trlner's Cough Sedative and other Trlner's remedies which you can .all get at^your druggist are In the same favor with the people of the United States and Canada. "These are pur Jewels," says the Joseph Triner Company, 1333-43. S. Ashland dkvs^ Chicago, PL--Adv., f Alaskan PetrolcuJn. The petroleum produced in AlaslBS Is derived wholly from a single pa&» ented claim In the Katallo oil field. aQp cording to the United States geolo^ teal survey, department of the interior. The eld wells on this claim and the refinery were operated as usual la 1918.- Two new productive wells were also drilled in the-Katalla field. Tha total production In 1918 was somewhat larger than in 191?. Bey Mangled by Army Hamt Grenade. Columbus, Ga.--Ben E. Older, ten years old, was seriously injured when be exploded a hand grenade which he had picked up at the military exhibit at a fair. His entire left side was torn by the explosion. Playful Bear Nipped Off Man's Finger. Chrcago.--I. A. Studyvin lost the forefinger on his rtghf hand at a circus when a cinnamon bear, whose cage he was passing, thrust his paw through the bars, drew In the hand and bit 08 the finger. Freshen a Heavy Skis With the antiseptic, fascinating O# cura Talcum Powder, an exquisitely scented convenient, economical face, skin, baby and dusting powder and perfume. Renders other perfumes superfluous. One of the Cutlcnra Toilet Trie (8oap, Ointment. Talcum).--Ade. An enraged man tears his hair, bat an enraged woman tears her hatband's. - It's simply Impossible for one maa to love two women at the same time--i» after one of thein finds it out. m w ight *7M6rriing 'eepjfour Eyfes Cl*an - Clear •«< Haalth/ 'M