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9> my*# •"•.^,'»*r' '"'• "jri" -- • .." %V v. • -V -#T M IMMMWOTlfflS sr y ji. "jm-.'T-Mjm.ymz, "•*»- / 0[mw i& Mm*** vr/?/*&y /Y/y/xr vt*a am cetfAMnr r/ » ̂twur/av/./w.&r/YarsAr. &#0A/*o<w**r ct*-- » 1 CHAPTER I. In» the Diamond Horse* hoe. A girl's scream clashed with til* soprano's high note in the Jewel Song, and In a moment the Metropoli­ tan Opera House was In confusion. The cry, half suppressed, broke the spell peculiar to a "Faust" night. The somewhat portly Marguerite, her voice soaring like a cage-born bird suddenly treed, was docking her ma­ ture person with the glistening stage gems left on her scenic doorstep by the su&reat of devils. Aa the sieger hung about her neck the rope of pearls with which Mephisto planned to fet­ ter her sou!, Mrs. Missloner, swinging her fan with a freer motion, struck the slenderest part of her diamond collarette. The blow was sharp. The golden thread on which the choicest of the Mlssioner jewels In their per­ forated settings were strung, snapped. Instantly most of the freed drops of froeen fire that constituted Mrs. Mis­ sioned magnificent necklace--the one with the Maharanee diamond-- Were rolling on the floor of the box. Mrs. Miasioner, as the little scream broke from Dorothy March, a debu­ tante she iad taken under her wing for the evening, clutched at the few diamonds that fell into her lap. Miss March drew her skirts tightly about her ankles and shrank into a corner of the box, making room for'the man -who sprang to Mrs. MlSBioner's aid. Before another moment sped, Curtis Grlswold was on his knees scooping together the scattered jewelB with snow-gloved hands. Bruxton Sands, slower of movement, bent with more dignity to the task. In the next box, separated from Mrs. Mlssloner's only l>y a low velvet rail, a man of Orien­ tal features and complexion turned to watch the scramble for the Jewels: Though he did not stir from his place, his hawk-like face seemed to thrust Itself Into the center of the excited group. "Continue! Continue!" the singer urged, as she bent her gase from the box to the conductor. "What's the matter? Go on! Q© on!" the stage manager cried In un­ dertones from the wings. Ushers in the back of the house sought to cover the confusion with ill-timed applause. The moment was big with potential tragedy. One cry of "Fire!" might have sent those thousands of startled women and men battling along the aisles In an elemental fury of self- preservation. Mere prolongation of the situation without that terri­ ble tocsin might have ended in a smaller panic. But the liquid tones of the soprano soaring again in the pyrotechnics of the Jewel Song re­ claimed the attention of the audience. The conductor, evidently eager to hide his own momentary loss of poise, fair­ ly lifted his men through the intri­ cacies of the accompaniment. Promptness of action by the stage manager restored order behind the scenes. Nothing of all those incidents struck the sense of anyone in the Mlssioner box. All four of its occupants were concerned for the Immediate recovery of the diamonds that had sprung from Mrs. Mlssloner's neck to her lap, and then stampeded across the floor. Grlswold, still on his knees, rescued the greater number. Sands, a man of action as well as of millions, picked up the larger gems. Miss March shrank further Into her corner of the box, and dragged her petticoats ever more closely until her immature form seemed chiseled in tulle. "Look in all the corners--look everywhere," Mrs. Mlssioner urged. "There's one behind the chair," she pointed. "There's another," cried Dorothy, pointing at Grlswold's fept. A glance from the dark stranger In the next box directed the searchers toward still another part of the floor, and every move was rewarded by the re­ covery of a gleaming stone. One by one, by twos, by threes, the diamonds were gathered, and still the search went on. Fast as they scooped them up, Sands and Grlswold poured the glittering treasure into Mrs. Mls­ sloner's lap. "Are they all there?" asked the millionaire. "No, no," answered the widow. '"There are several more. Please look again--look everywhere. Dorothy, belp me count them." Grlswold and Sands renewed their •earch, peering into the remotest cor­ ners, pushing chairs about, looking, reaching, gasping with the seal of Klondlkers, urged again and again 1>y the owner of the Jewels. The glittering horseshoe of the Met­ ropolitan deserves Its name. The Kaffirs of Klmberly, the pearl-divers of Polynesia, the gold-seekers of the Klondike, the diggers into earth 'n se­ crets the world over toil ceaselessly to maintain the brilliance of that big Jewel show. They send their dia­ monds and rubies and emeralds and samphires, their pearls and opals and gold, to gleam on the heads and breasts and gowns of women whom the industry of one generation, or the stock-market luck of another, has crowned with riches. A night at the •opera is a parade of the wonders fems can work and of that which, too -often, gems can buy. In all that electric sparkle, no gems outshone the Missloner Jewels, of which the necklace Mrs. Mlssioner wore that night was the masterpiece. For in its center blazed the famous Maharanee diamond. "I think we've found them all," said Sands, rising and emptying his cupped hand into the miniature moun­ tain in Mrs. Mlssloner's lap. Sands and Grlswold returned to their chairs. Reluctantly realising the thrilling little by-scene was at an end, the other members of the audi­ ence again focused theii .attention on the stage. Mephisto befooled Dame Martha, Faust won Marguerite, and the curtain descended on an operatic triumph, only to be raised and low­ ered and raised again as boxes, or­ chestra and balconies recalled the singers for their meed of praise. As they passed, bowing and smiling before the curtain, a low cry came from Mrs. Mlssloner's throat. "O-o-ooh!" she exclaimed, half- rising In her excitement, "the largest of all is gone! The Maharanee!" Instantly the turmoil was renewed. Dorothy sprang to her feet and, be­ fore either of the men could antici­ pate her, began pushing the chairs about until all save Mrs. Mlssloner's were grouped In a corner of the box. Then the little debutante, regardless of her fluffy frock, raked the floor with her fan, with her free hand, her feet, in almost hysterical quest of the still missing diamond. Grlswold, nearly as excited as the women, recom­ menced his own search. All the action In Sands le&ped to the fore. Stretching a long arm across the bent backs of Grlswold and little Miss March, he thrust a thumb against an electric button. "It can't be in the box," he said de­ cisively, and when a breathless usher rapped on the door, the millionaire tore it open and whispered: "Run down to the orchestra and look every­ where arodnd this box. A diamond has fallen over the rail." "Dorothy Dorothy, I cannot go un­ til we find it," sobbed Mrs. Misslon­ er. The woman who, with a sweep of her pen, could summon all the artists who had sung their souls out on the stage to sing as soulfully In her salon, who, with another pen- sweep, could recompense them be­ yond their most arrogant demandB, was in tears because she had lost a diamond. But such a diamond! Its prisoned fire held the history of an alien race. "After all," said Grlswold in a swift aside to Dorothy, "she has recovered the other gems, and even if she can­ not And this one--" "Don't you know?" returned little Miss March excitedly. "Don't you really know, Mr. Grlswold 7" "Know what. Miss Marchf" asked the clubman. "Why, the history of that stone! Don't you know Mrs, Mlssloner's hus­ band bought it from a Maharanee, that they brought it all the way from India? Don't you know it's the finest diamond In America?" Grlswold shook his head. He was pursuing the search perfunctorily. His hands were busy, but his eyes roved over the house. Idly he noted the slowly ebbing interest of the audi­ ence, the departure of hundreds by twos and threes and larger groups, the thronging toward the lobby for the usual visits between the acts. It was with faint interest that he saw sev­ eral swarthy faces weaving through the cro^rd. Had his eyes been able to follow those faces, he would have seen them converse in the corridor behind the box--the box in which sat the Oriental with the face of a hawk. The hawk watched the Missloner box. So stealily did he direct his gaze at Mrs. Missloner that she was on the point of averting her glance when the stranger's flashlight gaze struck a spark from her memory. She bowed, coolly, as she began the incli­ nation of her head, but in the end gra­ ciously. Her dark neighbor was sat­ isfied with that dubious encourage­ ment. "You are fond of your Jewels as ever, I see," he said, in a low tone, as of one claiming a share In intimate memories. "Yes," she answered with an ab­ stracted air. She was harking to days long gone, and evidently the recollection was not unpleasant. "I cannot blame you," said the Ori­ ental. "Every one knows you have the most wonderful" Jewels in the world--one of them, at any rate." "These," returned Mrs. Missloner, "are among my very finest diamonds. But they are nothing to the Mahara­ nee. and that Is gone." A leaping flash in the Oriental's eyes soon faded to a gleam of polite interest. "You are brave," was all he said, "to wear them in public. Many a woman, save In her' own ballroom, would content herself with the dupli­ cates." "Duplicates!" There was unmis­ takable contempt In Mrs. Mlssloner's tone. "I trust," the Easterner continued, "you will recover the Msharanoo. too." Mrs. Missloner had no time for more than another slow bending qf her head when the usher who had • gone to the orchestra hunted tnto the L VUA. "I've looked thoroughly, sir," he said to Sands, "and I can't find the diamond anywhere." The millionaire slipped a banknote into the man's hand. "Try again" he said quietly. "There's a good deal more than this in it for you If you find it." Grlswold,. as he moved to let the usher pass, stepped backward with such abruptness aa to drive his heel sharply down upon something that slipped under his tread like a peach kernel. In the very moment when Mrs. Mlssioner, resuming her talk with the Oriental, said, with empha­ sis, leave imitations to others." that blundering heel crushed into and through the velvet carpet, crushed, against the unyielding hardwood of the floor, what had been the most con­ spicuous diamond in all the richly Jeweled oollarette-^rusbed it until only Si tiny h«ap of pallid powder lay there, save where a great flake had slipped from the pressure and remain­ ed to betray what the little pile of d**t had been. "The Maharanee!" gasped Dorothy. The widow paled.. The light In the Oriental's eyes flar­ ed to a flame. With a smile as in­ scrutable as his thoughts, he leaned across the low partition, picked up a pinch of the powder and the telltale flake and laid them deferentially on Mrs. Mlssloner's outspread fan. "Your maid Is more cautious," he said, his smile softening slightly, "or, it may be, your'Jeweler has made a mistake." Mrs. Missloner did not faint She only clutched the soft hand of little Miss March so tightly that the de­ butante with difficulty suppressed a scream. This time there was silence in the Missloner box, for Grlswold, even as he began to stammer an apol­ ogy for his -awkwardness, let the words die On his lips as he saw the cruel pallor of the widow's faoe. The silence of£>ands was grim, that of the Oriental suavely self-effeclng. "Then." said Mrs. Mlssioner at last, Not until a click announced that the bolts were thrown did Sands speak. "You are sure all the other stones are here?" he asked, picking up Mrs. Mlssloner's lorgnon bag, into which she had slipped the recovered gems on leaving her opera box. "Yes," the widow replied, "but, Brux­ ton, the Maharanee, the beautiful Ma­ haranee diamond! If you could know how I prize i t !" Sands, absently counting the lesser Jewels, did not see the massive safe door swing open. His disciplined mind was working slowly, steajllly. Doro­ thy, her small face cameo clear in the Intense light of the mercury, watched the shining gems as the millionaire's strong fingers flicked them delicately from the silken bag to the table. Plainly «he, too, was groping for a clew. Grlswold alone, therefore, saw the widow's gloved hand tremble *s, swiftly, she turned a smaller knob controlling the combination of the compartment in which she kept her Jewels. His eyes still upon her, be felt for a cigarette. The match fell from his lingers as the inner door opened to his search­ ing glance. Lances of many-colored light slashed the comparative gloom of the compartment as Mrs. Missloner brought forth tray after tray from the Jewel vault. The steel box in the cen­ ter of the safe was an Aladdin's cave in miniature. It held stones of every sort In settings of every fashion, ranging from the product of twentieth century jewelers back to the loved works of Byzantine artificers. Little Miss March gasped again as the wid­ ow spread the trays on the Persian rug. The widow's guests saw what few persons other than Mrs. Missioner had seen--all the Mlssioner Jewels at once. The gems were the collection of a lifetime. Missloner, in the intervals of amassing millions, had devoted himself to gathering them from the earth's four corners. "You have aa inventory, of coarse?** asked Sands. Even his sturdy indi­ viduality paid passing tribute to the magnificence of the collection. ogd Vi 8he Went 8tralght to the Room In Which She Kept Her Jewels. In iow, tense ^one, "this Is--this "Not the Maharanee diamond," re­ plied the Oriental." "In a sense, madame, I congratulate you." She stopped him with a look. "This--this thing is--" She could say no more. "Paste!" thundered Sands. "I have been robbed," said Mrs. Missloner in a stifled voice. "Take me home, Bruxton." CHAPTER II. The Man of Action. The conference that followed in the quiet of Mrs. Mlssloner's library threw no light on the mystery of the Maharanee's disappearance. Mrs. Missloner was not of the fainting type, and when she entered her Fifth Avenue home, followed by Dorothy, Sands, and Grlswold. she went straight to the room In which she kept her Jewels. Mrs. Missloner herself switched on the lights to their full radiance. She hastened across the room, her opera cloak slipping from her white shoul­ ders. and" paused in front of the safe. "You don't expect to find your dia­ mond there?" Inquired Grlswold amaz- edly. "Perhaps all the otner stones are paste," she answered. I am going to see how many have been stolen." She dropped to her knees before the steel door of the bank like .vault built into the wall, and turned the nickel knob to right and left. The door, painted to harmonize with the Flemish oak of the wainscot, was ornamented with only the widow s crest. Silence held the others as her gloved fingers whirled the little knob. left the stones of the necklace on the table and strolled over to stare at the rubies and emeralds, the sapphires and tourmalines and amethysts, above all at the unrivaled group of diamonds graded from a firefly's sparkle to the gloryburst of radium. Mrs. Missloner drew from a shelf In the Jewel box a catalogue of her treasures. Item by Item she read from It, the others checking tray by tray until the last stone was account­ ed for, the last save the wonderful Maharanee diamond. "The big stone gone," mused Sands. "Then, Doris," and there was convic­ tion in his tones, as he gathered up the Jewels scattered on the table, "these others are false, too." "Oh, do you think so?" asked Doro­ thy, her fingers interlacing In re­ pressed hysteria. "Sure of It," said Sands, holding one of the suspected gems to the light. "I'm not an expert, but I haven't the slightest doubt" "Let me see them," Grlswold Inter­ posed. He scrutinized three or four for more than a minute. "They look genuine enough to me." He offered them to Miss March, whose fingers did not unlock to take them. "We can be certain very quickly," said Mrs. Missloner. She was study­ ing Grlswold's whitening fingers-^- steady enough, but deadly white. It was a peculiarity of the man that he turned pale only !n his hands. "I will send for a Jeweler." "My dear! At this hour?" in Dorothy's child treble. Mrs. Mlssioner smiled in a way that said there were Jewelers of no small importance In commercial circles who would be glad to answer a summons from her at any hour--that it was not In vain she was known to dealers as one of the most liberal collectors in the world. She turned to a rosewood desk and took up a telephone. "Gramercy, 9--7--4--6," she called. "The Effingham?--Mr. Ranscome, please.--This Is Mrs. Missloner, Mr. Ranscome.--Yes, I am at home.-- Can you come up for a few minutes? --Thank you," and as she returned the receiver to the hook, she explain­ ed: "Ranscome is the oldest expert in New York." "While we are about it," said Sands elowly, "we may as well call head­ quarters." He reached for the tele­ phone, but his hand was stayed by Dorothy's fluttering fingers. "Oh, Bruxton," she said, "please don't call the police," and as his eye­ brows went up, she added, "I am so frightened." "I wouldn't be hasty, Sands," said Grlswold. "The newspapers follow the sleuths, you know." "I'm not think of the newspapers,** replied Mrs. Mlssioner, "but maybe we'd better wait for Mr. Ranscome. You see," and there was perplexity In the glance that swept the group, "this is no ordinary theft." "Not a burglary, you think?" asked Grlswold quickly. He had lighted his cigarette, and. leaning back in a cosy corner of the inglenook, was smoking with little abrupt puffs that con­ trasted with the ease of his position. He studied the widow covertly through weaving wreaths. "If a burglar could reach this room, I must reorganize my household," she murmured. She was gazing into the flames. Her shoulders drooped, and Sands, noticing her weariness, switched off the lights. The rainbow sparkle of the Jewel trays varied fan­ tastically the pattern of the rug on which they lay, but the background of dusk rested her. "And there is no one you suspect?" "There is no one in the house I can suspect" "You are to be congratulated," Grls­ wold commented, with a smile dis­ creetly divided between sincerity and satire. "And, of course, having such an Impeccable household--" "If I were you, Doris," Sands broke in impatiently, "I'd send for the po­ lice at once." His slow logic had car­ ried him to the fact that even now the thief might be on the road to es­ cape. Little Miss March glanced at him admiringly. 8wlft or slow of wit, the man of action appeals. "I think Mr. Sands Is right, Mrs. Missloner," she said softly. "It fright­ ened me at nrst, but Bruxton kuOwo." "Advise me," said the widow, her satin slipper tap-tap-tapping the fen­ der of burnished brass. "I am not jesting when I say I am in the hands of my friends. All this is more than puzzling." "Puzzling!" echoed Dorothy. "It's a mystery--and It's all very dreadful, too." Sands looked at her, smiling. There was eloquence in those rare smiles of his, much more than in his speech. Not without cause did Wall Street know him as "Silent" Sands. "Why not a private detective?" Grlswold suggested. "It Is the best way to recover stolen property." "Mr. Ranscome, madam." A footman of conventional pattern stood on the threshold as if on a pedestal and looked at Mrs. Missloner from a carven face. "Let him come up, Blodgett," she responded. The carven features blurred into the background. A round little man with the face of a dreamer and the eyes of a student entered, al­ most on his toes. Mrs. Missloner greeted him pleasantly, and as she pressed the button that filled the room with light again, she presented him to her friends. "Mr. Ranscome," she added, "is an expert of experts." Briefly the widow recounted the ac­ cident in the opera box, the discovery of the supposed Maharanee dia­ mond's worthlessness, and her sus­ picion as to the other stones of her necklace. During her recital Rans- come's glance caressed the gems In the scattered tr»y«; and it was by a visible effort that he wrested his eyes from them to look at the stones on the table. "Are they real?" asked the widow. The little man seemed not to hear her. "Did you say, madam, the Mahara? nee diamond?" "Ye&," she answered, and waves of pain rippled across her face. "Oh, M>r. Ranscome, think of it--think of It!" She clasped her hands so tense­ ly the rings upon them bit her flesh. "Think of it, Mr. Ranscome!" "The Maharanee!" he ffaurmured-- say, rather, groaned In an undertone. "A glorious Jewel, a wonderful Jewel, a queen's Jewel! Gone, did you say? Absolutely gone--not a trace of It?" With the flat of his hand, he spread the smaller stones on the table, strok­ ing their gloss with sensitive fingers. He held three or four to the light, then, with a disdainful gesture, smear­ ed the glistening pile broadcast across the board. "None," replied the widow. "And those ?" "These, Mrs. Missloner," the expert said, as if waking from a dream, "are the most beautiful imitations I have ever seen." Sands reached for the telephone again. CHAPTER III. / A Searching Examination. When the millionaire stopped talk­ ing over the telephone, he turned to the widow with an air of finality. "I hate taken It on myself," he told her, "tf inform the Detective Bureau. This li no time for Sherlocking. There'll be a couple of detectives here In half an hour." Mrs/ Missioner looked at him ad­ miringly. But her eyes turned to Grl8wbld with a light it would have taken a woman to read, a woman more experienced than little Dorothy March. Ranscome, ignoring the counterfeits, stood in absorbed study of the jewel trays' kaleidoscopic contents. That peculiar pallor returned to Grlswold's hands. With fingers that bent and straightened ceaselessly, he drum­ med his fist "The robbery Is the more incom­ prehensible," said Mrs. Missloner thoughtfully, "because of the extraor­ dinary precautions I have taken against burglars. I cannot understand how the thief got to the necklace." "Your safe seems strong enough," Ranscome ventured. Stepping around the trays, he passed his hand over the outer door and looked at the twenty-four steel bolts curiously. "It should be strong," returned Mrs. Missloner. "It was built on the lines of the great safe in the Gramercy Na­ tional. It differs only in size and In the absence of a time lock." Ranscome. staring at the safe, shook bis head. Sands walked over to him and, thrusting both hands in his pock­ ets, stood gazing at the bolts. "I wish you'd put those away, Doris," said Grlswold suddenly. "With all this mystery in the air, I don't like to see them lying around." "Surely they're safe among us," she answered, graciously including Rans­ come with an extra smile. She drew ofT her gloves decisively and. rising as If from folds of conjecture, rang for Blodgett. "I think--" she said, then Btopped with her hand on Doro­ thy's shoulder. Inquiry reached toward her from four pairs of eyes. "I think," she went on, "Miss March wants Borne tea, and--I think we all need something to drink." It was when Blodgett tray-laden, was tinkling his way to the library that the detectives arrived. The hostess and her guests, the footman having been bidden to show the po­ licemen in, heard heavy breathing outside the door, where Donnelly and Carson, of the Central Office, were gripped In a panicky pause. Next moment, a large man with a small head, and another so aggressively av­ erage as to be a nondescript, came in. Donnelly, the big man, turned out his toes as he walked. A charm the size and shape of a double eagle, bearing a Bacchante whose pose would have been Indecorous If It had not been impossible, swung from his equatorial waist line. One could tell at a glance he used perfume. Que could teil nothing in many glances about Car­ son. There was nothing to tell. "We've come up here, Mrs. Mls­ sioner," said Donnelly, addressing Miss March, "to find your diamonds." "Oh, thank you!" murmured the widow, sweeping toward him. "I am Mrs. Missloner. Won't you be seat­ ed?" "Why,--huh!--no, Miss Missloner-- Mrs. Mlssioner--no, thanks!" answer­ ed the sleuth, with all the airy ease of a highly embarrassed man. "We'll Just--huh!--walk around a little, thanks--Just walk around." Dorothy and Grlswold exchanged glances. Sands stared stolidly at the sleuths. Mrs. Mlssioner, with a per­ missive Inclination of her head, began chatting with Ranscome. Even as he spoke with her, the veteran expert could not drag his eyes from the jewels. "Now, then, Mis' Mlssioner," said Donnelly briskly. "Who--huh!--do you suspect?" There seemed to be a sort of astigmatism in his breath­ ing. Carson faced the group with an expression that said bluntly he sus­ pected everybody. "I don't suspect anybody," Mrs. Mis- Bioner replied, resuming her talk with Ranscome. "You notice that--huh!--Carson?" said Donnelly, wheeling on his mate. "Nobody suspected -- huh!" -- He breathed in dialect Carson, Instantly complaisant, ban­ ished suspicion from his look. "Now, you know, there's iiwiji somebody, ma'am--huh!--Mis' Mis­ sioner," Donnelly persisted. "Some­ body suspected In every case. Think a moment. Have to suspect before you convict, you know. Never heard --huh!--of a case without suspects-- eh?" The "eh" was meant to be a Javelin hurled straight at the widow's lnne: consciousness. It fell short "There is no one to be suspected-- no one I can suspect," she said. Feet at right angles, Bacchanti dancing desperately as the fob rost and fell, the large man from the Cen tral Office moved toward the safe Mrs. Missloner shuddered at thought of the peril to her Jewels from his plate armor soles. Her Imploring eye- sweep brought ready response from Sands and Grlswold, and In a second's fraction they were piling the trays on chairs and tables. Ranscome, help­ ing. handled the morocco cases with loving touch. Donnelly stopped short at sight of the gems in the trays. An interroga­ tive snort vibrated somewhere inside him. but found no oral expression. He passed on to the safe. With a master­ ful grasp, he swung the great door to and fro. "We'll soon know," he Bald reassur­ ingly, "who to--huh!--yes, who to suspect. Carson!" The echo crossed thp room with whispering tread. Both detectives be­ gan an examination of the door. Eyes close to the daintily tinted steel, they dragged their combined gaze along Its front from top to bottom, from side to side. Then they shifted their eyes to the thick edge of the door, and their scrutiny bored its way past bolt after bolt until It switched to the inner panel. That done, they exam­ ined the rectangle into which the big door fitted as thoroughly. (TO BE CONTINUED.) C : ' '-'¥W' •unyon't Stomach Treat Performing Miracles. MUNYON TELLS YOU HOW TO GET WELL FREE OF CHARGE A few days ago I received a letter from a young man, who states he is 2S years of age, and. haa occupied several Important positions, but owing to Indi­ gestion and inability to sleep he has been unable to concentrate his mi mi upon work and has consequently been dis­ charged on the ground of neglect of duty. He goes on to aay that he is & young man of steady habits, but for years he has suffered from dyspepsia, which has so affected his nerves that he is aaaWs to sleep, and that it is not neglect upon his part, nor lack of interest In the busi­ ness, but simply physical weakness. Urn asks my advice in this matter. "For the benefit of a targe number of those similarly situated I propose to answer this letter publicly, hoping that It may be the means of helping many who may bs affected In this way. "In the first place, the stomach must be made well before the nerves can b* made strong. The nerves must be made strong before one can sleep well. No one is capable of doing his best who is in any way troubled with insomnia or any form of nervousness. The greatest gen­ erals have been men of Iron nerve and Indomitable will. They have had perfect digestion, being able to eat well, and di­ gest all they ate. "It is said that Napoleon lost the btt- tie of Waterloo because of a lit of tndt* gestion. Grant's enormous reserve power was due to a well stomach. Abraham Lincoln said that 'he did not know that he had a stomach.' Grover Cleveland, It is said, could work 18 hours a day. ?eat a hearty meal at 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning, go to bed and sleep soundly un­ til 9 o'clock and get up refreshed, ready for a new day's work. "Pres. Taft is another type of healthy manhood. Who thinks for one moment that he would be the President of the United States today had he been o dy­ speptic or affected with some nervous ailment? I claim that two-thirds of all the failures In professional and business life are due to weak and deranged stom­ achs. "No business house would care to en- ploy a dyspeptic representative to sell goods for them on the road. One-half the men who stand behind counters to­ day, earning from $12 to 115 a week, will never get beyond these flsrurcs, for ths reason that they are physically weak. They lack the nerve power and' com­ manding strength that come from a good, sound stomach. "No one cares to hear a dyspeptio preacher. No matter how pious he may be, he is bound to reflect his bilious and Jaundiced condition. He will unconscious­ ly imvuiate his hearers with Ms melan­ choly feelings. "No one would think of entrusting aa important legal case in the hands of a dyspeptic lawyer, any more than be would care to entrust his own life. OP that of a dear one, in the hands of a phy­ sician who is nervous, irritable or a dy­ speptic. Men must have good digestion, strong nerves and vital manhood in or- fier to render a clean, clear-cut decision either in medicine, law or business. "I believe that more than half of the : flivorces can be traced to ill health. I want every dyspeptio to try my stomach treatment, for It corrects nearly all forms of Indigestion and nervousness. It makes old stomachs almost as good aa new. Its marvelous power for digesting food and getting the best out of it makes for good rich, red blood. This, In turn, strength­ ens the nerves, builds up the general sys­ tem. and will surely prolong life and make it a pleasure to live and do the things allotted to us." Professor Munvon makes no charge ftvr consultation or medical advice: not a pen- 1 nv to pay. Address Prof. J. M. Munyon, Munyon's laboratories. Fifty-third and ! Jsffsrson streets. Philadelphia. Fm i •4m Keeping Busy. We are told that at New York's com­ ing municipal budget exhibit bells will be rung and lights flashed to show a birth every four minutes, a death «r» ery eleven minutes. Just what sort of demonstration Is made every time a cafe bottle pops. or a bellboy is tipped, we are not told. The Moderation of <lael. Jael Justified herself. "I only used the nail on my fca» band," she cried. "I dldnft go around with a hairpin spiking Tom, Dick and Harry" Wasted Opportunity* Stella--What do you consider waste of opportunity T Sella--A freight t™-" ----- a tunnel. There is a certain amount of lye la soap, but that Is no reason why II should be injected into the adveitlM ments. Flowers Prevent Suicide (Missionary 8ays Roses and Carna­ tions Have 8aved Downcast From 8elf-Destruction. Flowers are the most persuasive in­ fluence In preventing suicide, in the opinion of Mrs. E. M. Whlttemore of New York, founder of the Door of Hope, through which more than 5.Q00 wompn and girls have passed. She is manager of the women's branch of the anti-auiclde department of the Salvation Army in New Torlc Sui­ cide is not an evidence of insanity, but the result of a detailed plan formed when the victim's condidon in life becomes unbearable, according to Mrs! Whlttemore. "Pink roses and white carnations are the most effective flowers in shat­ tering that plan %y reaching the re­ maining spark of love in the heart of the downcast person," she said "These blosM>ms bring back memo­ ries of childhood and rekindle love of life. They silently perform a mission n»f human voice cannot accomplish. Mrs. Whlttemore is a granddaugh­ ter of the late Dr. Valentine Mott, one of the foremost surgeons of New York. She was reared In affluence, was a leader in social circles, and her home has Ik en the scene of many re captions and entertainments. For thirty years, since she was cured of a long illness, she has devoted her -7W: life and wealth to aiding helpless and downcast women and girls. Discard­ ing her costly gowns, she donned the uniform of the charity worker and sought the unfortunate. London's Overhead Fog- The partial fogs In which certain portions of London have been sub­ merged during the last week or two culminated yesterday in a black pall, which covered the metropolis and the suburbs for a radius of from six tc seven miles. It was of the variety known as the "overheated fog." blot­ ting out the light of the sun, but bringing none of the unpleasant con­ sequences associated with the Lon­ don "particular." The air near the ground was fairly clear, even when (*ay was turned Into night As Is usual In 6uch circumstances, the can- ppy of fog was of varying density. Though there was a dead calm as far as the tops of the highest trees, Cur­ rents of air higher carried the smoke pall, now In one direction, now in an­ other. T» this reason were due the curious effects produced of twilight suddenly merging Into complete dark­ ness, which was exchanged half an hour or so later for a piebald dawn.-- London Chronicle. Will Be Back Soon. "How long does your husband as­ pect to be In New York?" "Oh, not long. He only took |60» with him." The door of adversity Is n#vef locked. Cement Talk No. 8 The appearance of any place can be greatly improved by using concrete wherever possible. If you have a nice home, whether in the city or in thecountiy, you can add greatly to its attractiveness by building not only the sidewalks, but the steps, curbs, fence-posts, cisterns, foundations, drive­ ways, cellars and so on, of concrete. Build of concrete and use UNIVERSAL Portland Ce­ ment. Concrete is cheap, easy to use, clean, fire, rat and rot proof. Concrete is the simplest building mater* ial and the most durable. You need only UNIVERSAL cement^ sand, grave I or < rushtd itone. But remember to use UNIVERSAL--it Is the best cement. It is always of uniform col­ or and great strength. Ask your dealer for )k> UNIVERSAL FOSTLAKD CEMEKT OX 72 W. ADAMS STREET. CHICAGO AMMDAL OUTPUT 10.000,000 BAUCU ' « k M E M B E R Jar COtiC-̂ S <79