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MTIEXRY PLAINDEALER, MHEXRY, ILL. ig? •fw»- : *y.'fe •*.; . • •" lEeLast Shot i (Oopyrlght, 1811, br Cbarles Sorlbner'a Sons) ID CHAPTER XXI--Continued. By FREDERICK PALMER TP?"-- l'P .<w }id f. i' - "We are going on, I and my guns, on'to the best yet --on In the pursuit! Nothing can stop us! We ehaii hit the Grays so fast and hard that they can never get their machine In order agam. God bless you! Everything that is fine in me wiil always think finely of you! You and Lanny--two fired stars for me!" "Truly!" She was radiant "Truly?*" she asked wistfully. "Yes, yes--a yes as real as the guns!" "Then it helps! Oh, how it helps!" she murmured almost inaudibly. "Good-by! God bless you!" he cried as he started to go, adding over his shoulder merrily: "I'll send you a pic­ ture post-card from the Grays' capital of my guns parked in the palace square." She watched him leap the garden wall as lightly as he had come and gallop away, an impersonation of the gay, adventurous spirit of war, count­ ing death and wounds and hardship as the delights of the gamble. Yes, he would follow the Grays, throwing shells in the irresponsible joy of toss­ ing confetti in a carnival. Pursuit! Was Feller's the sentiment of the army? Were the Browns not to stop at thd frontier? Were they to change their song to, "Now we have ours we shall take some of theirs?" The thought was fresh fuel to the live coals that still remained under the ashes. A brigade commander and some of his staff-officers near by formed a group with faces intent around an op­ erator who was attaching bis instru­ ment to a field-wire that had just been reeled over the hedge. Marta moved toward them, but paused on hearing an Outburst of jubilant exclamations: "A. hundred thousand prisoners!" "And five hundred guns!" "We're coming in on their frontier *11 along the line!" "It's incredible!" "Bat the word is official--it's right!" From mouth to mouth--a hundred thousand prisoners, five hundred guns --the news was passed in the garden. Eyes dull with fatigue began flashing as the soldiers broke into a cheer that was not led, a cheer unlike any Marta had heard before. It had the high notes of men who were weary, of a ter­ rible exultation, of spirit stronger than tired legs and as yet unsatisfied. Other exclamations from both officers and men expressed a hunger whetted by the taste of one day's victory. "We'll go on!" "We'll make peace in their capital!" "And with an indemnity that will •tagger the world!" "Nothing is Impossible with Lan- stron. How he has worked it out-- baited them to their own destruction!" *A frontier of our own choosing!" "On the next range. We'will keep All that stretch of plain there!" "And the river, too!" "They shall pay--pay for attacking as!" Pay, pay for -the drudgery, the sleep­ less nights, the dead and the wounded --for our dead and wounded! No mat­ ter about theirs! The officers were too Intent in their elation to observe a young woman, standing quite still, her lips a thin line and a deep blaze in her eyes as she looked this way and that at the field of faces, seeking some dissentient, some partisan of the right. She was seeing the truth now; the cold truth, the old truth to which she had been untrue when she took Fel­ ler's place. There could be no choice of sides in war unless you believed in war. One who fought for peace must take up arms against all armies. Her part as a spy appeared to her clad in a new kind of shame; the desertion of her principles. Nor did the officers observe a man of thirty-five, wearing the cords of the staff and a general's stars, coming around the corner of the house. Mar- ta's feverish, roving glance had noted him directly he was in sight. His face Beemed to be in keeping with the other faces, in the ardor of a hunt un­ finished; hand in blouse pocket, his bearing a little too easy to be conven­ tionally military--the sajbe Lanny. She was cimly conscious of surprise not to find him changed1, perhaps be­ cause he was unaccompanied by a re­ tinue or any other symbol of his power. He might have been coming to call on a Sundaj afternoon. In that first glimpse it was difficult to think of him as th* commander of an army. But that he was, she must not forget. She was sh&Hen and trembling; and a mist rose before her, so that she did not see him clearly when, with a ges­ ture of rslief, he saw her. "Lanstron!" exclaimed an officer in the first explosive breath of amaze­ ment on recognizing him; then added: "•His Excellency, the chief of staff!" But the one word, Lanstron, had , "keen enough to thrill all the officers Into silence and ramrod salutes. Marta noted the deference of their glances as «. they covertly looked him over. --* "I wanted a gjimpse of the front as 1 well as the rear," Lanstron remarked in explanation of hie presence to the general of brigade as he passed on toward Marta, who was thinking that she, at least, was not In awe of him she, at least, saw clearly and truly his »*rt "Marta! Marta!" Lanstron's voice was tremulous, as If he were In awe of her, while he drank in the fact that she was there before him at arms' length, safe, alive •be did sot offer her hand In greeting of spur mnv such t»ss her emotion; and he, too, f the wreck appeared was hfeld m a spell, as the reality of {could see every detail of his loolu; her, after all that had passed, filled his eyes. He waited for her to speak, but she was silent. "Marta--that bandage! j You have been hurt!" he exclaimed. "It's the fashion to be Woffnfled," she said, eyebrows lifted and lashes low­ ered, with a nervous smile. "I played Florence Nightingale, the natural wom­ an's part, I believe. We should never protest; only nurse the victims of war. After helping to send men to death I went under fire myself, and--and that ! helped." "Yes, that would help," he agreed, wincing as from a knife thrust. Her old taunt: Bending men to death and taking no risk himself! She eaw that he winced; she realized that she had stayed words that were about to come in a flood. She was marshaling her thoughts to begin when the brittle silence was broken by a rumbling of voices, a stirring of feet, and a cheer. "Lanstron! Lanstron! Hurrah for Lanstron!" The soldiers in the garden did not bother with any "Your Excellency, the chief of st&fT" formula when word had been passed of his presence. Marta looked around to see their tempestu­ ous enthusiasm as they tossed their caps in the air and sent up their spon­ taneous tribute from the depths of their lungs. Conqueror and hero to the living, but the dead could not speak, whispered some fiend In her heart Lanstron uncovered to the- demon­ stration impulsively," when the conven­ tional military acknowledgment would have been a salute. He always looked more like the real Lanny to her with his forehead bare. It completed the ensemble of his sensitive features. She saw that he was blinking almost boy­ ishly at the compliment and noted the little deprecatory shake of his head, as much as to say that they were making a mistake. "Thank you!" he called, and the cheerinees of his voice, she thought, expressed his real self; the delight of victory and the glowing anticipation of further victories. "Thank you!" called the private with a big voice. "Yes, thank you!" repeated some Qf the officers in quick appreciation of a compliment as real as human courage. He stood smiling for a moment in reply to their smiles; then, still smil­ ing, but in a different way, he said to Marta: "As you say, that helpe!" with a nod toward the bandage on her forearm, and hurriedly turned away. She saw him involuntarily clutch the wrist above the pocket of his blouse to still the twitching; but beyond that there was no further sign of emotion as he went to the telephone. Instantly he was through he started toward the pass road, not by the path to the steps, but by leaping from terrace to terrace and waving his hand gayly to the sol­ diers as he went. The officers stared at the sight of a chief of Btaff break­ ing away from his communications in this unceremonious ' fashion. They saw him secure a horse from a group of cavalry officers on the road and gal­ lop away., Marta having been the object of Lanstron's attention now became the object of theirs. It was good to see a woman, a woman of the Browns, after their period of separation from femi­ nine society. She found herself hold­ ing an impromptu reception. She Have Been Hurt," claimed. heard some other self answering their polite questions; while a fear, a new kind of fear, was taking hold of her real self; a fear inexplicable, In­ sidiously growing. Lanstron was still in the officers' minds after his strange appearance and stranger departure. They began to talk of him, and Marta listened. He said something about being a free man now!" Yes, he looked as eager as a ter­ rier after fats." He knows what he Is doing. He pees so far ahead of what we are thinking that it's useless to guess his object. We'll understand when it's done." J "How little side he has! So per­ fectly simple. , He hardly seems to realize the Immensity of his success. In fact, none of us realizes it; it's too enormous, overwhelming, sudden!" "And no nerves!" Of course, they guessed nothing of Marta's part in his success. The very things they were saying about him built up a figure of the type whose character she had keenly resented a f« w minutes before. "But, Miss Galland, you seem to know him far better than we. This ie not news to you," remarked the bri­ gade commando**. "Yes. I saw the accident of his first flight when his hand was injured." she said, and Winced with horror. Never had the pio»ur» of htm as He rosa from feel his twinges of pajln while he emiled. Was the revelation the more vivid because it had once occurred to her since the war began,? It shut out the presence of the officers; she no longer heard what they were say­ ing. Black fear was enveloping her. Vaguely she Understood that they were looking away at something. She heard the roar of artillery not far dis­ tant and following their gaze toward^ the knoll where Dellarme's men had received their baptism of fire, now un­ der a canopy of shrapnel smoke. "That\about their last stand in the tangent, their last snarl on our soil, remarked the brigade commander. "And we're raining shells on It!' said his aide. "With our glasses we'll be able to watch the infantry^go In." "Yes, very well." "We're all used to how it feels, now we'll^see bow it looks at a distance," piped one of the soldiers. Not until he had shouted to them did they notice a division staff-officer who had come up from the road. He had a piece of astounding news to Im­ part before he mentioned official busi­ ness. "What do you think of this?" he cried. "Nothing could stop him ! Lan­ stron--yes, Lanstron has gone into that charge with the African Braves2" "Why?" Marta heard the officers around her asking after their excla­ mations of amazement at . the news that Lanstron was going in the charge. "Why should the chief of staff risk his life in this fashion?" Marta knew. All her tauqts about sending others to death from his office chair, uttered as the fugitive sarcasm of a mood, recurred in the merciless hammerbeat of recollection. For a moment she was aghast, speechless. Then the officers, occupied with the startling news, heard a voice, wrenched from a dry throat in an­ guish, saying: "The telephone! Try to reach him! Tell him he must not!" "We can hardly say 'must not' to a chief of staff," said the general auto­ matically. Tell him I ask him not to! Try to reach him--try--you can try!" "Yes, yes! Certainly!" exclaimed the general, turning to the telephone operator. He had seen now what the younger men had seen at a glance. They were recalling Lanstron's relief at seeing her; how he had passed them by to speak to her; the intensity of the two in their almost wordless meeting. Her bloodless lips, the imploring pas­ sion in her eyes, her quivering impa­ tience told the rest. Division headquarters!" called the operator. "They're getting brigade headquarters," he added while he waited in silence. "Brigade headquar­ ters says the Braves have no wire. It's too late. The charge is starting." So it is!" cried one of the subal­ terns. "Look! Look!" t Marta looked toward the rising ground this side of the knoll in time to see bayonets flash In the waning afternoon sunlight and disappear as they descended the slope. "There! They're up on the other slope without stopping!" exclaimed the general. "Quick! Don't you want to see?" He offered his glasses to Marta. "No, I can see well enough," she murmured, though the landscape was moving before her eyes in giddy waves. "The madness of It! The whole slope is peppered with the fallen!" "What a cost! Magnificent, but not war. Carrying their flag in the good old way, right at the front!" "Heavens! I hope they do it!" "The flag's down!" "Another man has it--it's up!"% "Now--now--splendid! They're ih!" "So they are! And the flag, too!" "Yes, what's left are in!" "And Lanstron was there--in that!" "What if--" "Yes, the chief of staff, the head of the army, in an affair like that!" "The mind of the army--the mind that was to direct our advance!" "When all the honors of the world are his!" Their words were acid-tipped nee­ dles knitting back and forth through Marta's brain. Was Lanny one of those black specks that peppered the slope? Was he? WaB he? "Telephone and--and see If Lanny is--is killed!" she begged. "I'll go--I'll go out there where he is!" she said incoherently, still look­ ing toward the knoll with glazed eyes jStae thought she was walking fast as she started for the garden gate, but really she was going slowly, stum blingly. "I think you had better stop her if you can," said the general to bis aide. The aide overtook her at the gate. "We shall know about his excellency before you can find out for yourself," he said; and, young himself, he could put the sympathy of youth with ro mance into his ton^r "You might mibs the road, even miss him, when he was without a scratch, and be for hours in ignorance," he explained. "In a few, minutes we ought to have word." Marta sank down weakly on the tongue of a wagon, overturned against the garden wall in the melee of the re­ treat. and leaned her shoulder on the wheel for support. "If the women of the Grays waited four weeks," she said with an effort at stoicism, "then I ought to be able to wait a few minutes." "Depend on me. I'll bring news as soon as there is any," the aid con­ cluded, and, seeing that she wished to be alone, he left her. For the first time she had real ob­ livion from the memory of her deceit of Westerling, the oblivion of drear, heart-pulling suspense. All the good times, the sweetly companionable times, she and Lanny had had to­ gether; all his flashes of courtship, his outburst in their last interview in the arbor, when she had told him that if she found that she wanted to come to him she would 'come In a flame, passed in review under the hard light of her petty ironies and sarcasms, which had the false ring of coquetry to her now, genuine as they had been at the time. Through her varying moods she had really loved him, and the thing that had slumbered in her became the drier fuel tor tfe* (lam*-<- Without him--what then? It seemed that the fatality that haM let him es­ cape miraculously from the aeroplane accident, made tym chief of staff, and brought him victory, might well choose to ring down the curtain of destiny for him in the charge that drove the last foot of the invader off the soil of the Browns. ... A voice was calling. . . . She heard it haz­ ily, with a sudden aocess of giddy fear, before it became a cheerful, clar­ ion cry that seemed to be repeating a message that had already been spo­ ken without her understanding It "He's safe, safe, safe, Miss Galland! He was not hit! He is on his way back and ought to be here very soon!" She heard herself saying "Thank you!" But that was not for some time. The aide was already gone. He had had his thanks in the effect • of the news, which made him think that a chief of staff should not receive con­ gratulations for victory alone. Lanny would return through the garden. She remained leaning against the wagon body, still faint from hap­ piness, waiting for him. She was drawing deeper and longer breaths that were velvety with the glow of sunshine. A flame, the flamo that Lanny had desired, of many gentle yet passion'ate tongues, leaping hither and thither in glad freedom, was in pos­ session of her being. When his figure appeared out of the darkness the flame swept her to her feet and to­ ward him. Though he might reject her he should know that she loved him; this glad thing, after all the shame Bhe had endured, Bhe could confess triumphantly. But she stopped short under the whip ofc conscience. Where was her courage? Where her sense of duty? What right had she, who had played such a horrible part, to think of self? There were other sweethearts with lovers alive who might be dead on the morrow if war continued. The flame sank to a live coal in her secret heart. Another passion possessed her as she seized Lanstron's hand in both her own. "Lahny, listen! 'Not the sound of a shot--for the first time since the war began! Oh, the blessed silence! It's peace, peace--isn't it to be peace?" As they ascended the steps she was pouring out a flood of bro­ ken, feverish sentences which per­ mitted of no interruption. "You kept on fighting today, but you woh't to­ morrow, will you! It isn't I who plead it's the women, more women than there are men in the army, who want you to stop now! Can't you hear them? Can't you see them?" In the fervor of appeal, before she realized his purpose, they were on the veranda and at the door of the dining-room, where the Brown staff was gathered around the table. 'I still rely on you to help me, Mar­ ta!" he whispered as he stood to one side for her to enter. "Ton are appointed actual chief of staff and a field marshal!" said the vice-chief to Lanstron. "The premier says that, every honor the nation can bestow is yours. The capital is mad. The crowds are crying: 'On to the Gray capital!' Tomorrow is to be a public holiday and they are calling it Lanstron Day. The thing was so sudden that the speculators who de­ pressed our securities in the world's markets Jiave got their due--ruin! And we ought to get an Indemnity that will pay the cost of the war." Seated at one side, Marta could watch all that passed, herself unob­ served. She noted a touch of color come to Lanstrop's cheeks as he made a little Bhrug of protest Then she saw their faces grow busi­ nesslike and keen, as they gathered around the table, with Lanstron at the head. They were oblivious of her presence, Immured in a man's world of war. "Your orders were obeyed. We have not passed a single white post yet!" said the vice-chief impatiently. "As the Grays never expected to take the defensive, their fortresses are in­ ferior. Every hour we wait means more time for them to fortify, more time to recover from their demorali- s CHAPTER XXM. The Last 8hot. "Miss Galland!" Blinking as she came out of -the darkness Into the bright light, with a lock of her dew-sprinkled dark hair free and brushing her flushed cheek, Marta saw the division chiefs of the Browns, after their start when Lan­ stron spoke hfer name, all Btand at the salute, looking at her rather than at him. The reality in the flesh of the woman who had been a comrade in service, sacrificing her sensibilities for their cause, appealed to them as a true likeness of their conceptions of her. In their eyes she might read the finest thing that can pass from man's to woman's or from man's to man's. These were the. strong men ef her peo­ ple who had driven the burglar from her house with the sword of justice. Their tribute had the steadfast loyaltv of soldiers who were craving to do anything in the world that she might ask, whether to go on their knees to her or to kill dragons for her. "I may come in?" she asked. "Who if not you is entitled to the privilege of the staff council?" ex­ claimed the vice-chief. The others did not propose to let him do all the honors. Bach mur­ mured words of welcome on his own account. "We are here, thanks to you!" "And. thanks to you, our flag will float over the Gray range!" She must bo tired, was their next thought. Four or flvie of them hurried to place a chair for her, the vice-chief Marta 8ank Down Weakly. / . zation. Our dirigibles having com­ mand of the air--we had a wireless from one reporting all clear half-way to the Gray capital--why, we shall know their concentrations while they are ignorant of ours. It's the nation's great opportunity to gain enough provinces to even the balance of popu­ lation with the Grays. With the unre­ mitting offensive, blow on blow, using the spirit of our men to drive in mass attacks at the right points, the Gray range is ours!" Marta scanned the faces of the staff for some sign of dissent only to find nothing but the ardor of victory call­ ing for more victory, which reflected the feeling of the coursing crowds in the capital. Though Lanny wished to stop the war, he was only a chip on the crest of a wave. Public opinion, which had made him an idol, would discard him as soon as he ceased to be a hero in the likeness of its desires. She saw him aloof as the others, in preoccupation, bent over the map out lining the plan of attack that they had worked out while awaiting their chief's return from the charge. He was taking a paper from his pocket and looking from one to another of hia colleagues studiously; and sue was conscious of that determination in hia smile which she had first seen when he rose from the wreck of his plane. "This is from Partow:. a message for you and the nation!" he an­ nounced, as he spread a few thin, type­ written pages out on the table. "1 was under promise never to reveal its contents unless our army drove the Grays back across the ^frontier. The original is in the staff vaults. I haye carried this copy with me." At. the mention in an arresting tone of that name of the dead chief, to which the day's events had given the prestige of one of the heroes of old, winning over his rivals, more through the exercise of the rights of rank than i there was grave attention, by any superior alacrity. (TO BE CONTINUED.) SLEEP TO AVOID EXHAUSTION take its sleep at night, since the stim- ull which govern the animal's vital ac- Theory of 8wlss Physiologist Seems to Fit Into the Common 8ense View of the Matter. Most of us believe we sleep because we are exhausted. But Dootor Clapa- re<Je. Swiss physiologist, advanced a new theory, which is to the effect that we sleep to avoids being exhausted. The theory is that sleep, Instead o^ being the result of fatigue, is an im-'> pulslve self-disinfection which the body conducts in order to get rid of the waste products before they have time to produce exhaustion. Just as combustion of fuej for the production of heat and energy always is attended by ashes and slag, so the slow combustion which produces heat and energy in the body likewise is at­ tended by waste. * fa "Since the senses never voluntarily come to rest or shut themselves off from the outer world, a point eventu­ ally would be reached when the or­ ganism would perish as a victim of general nerve exhaustion hinder this nature arranges betimes, i. e., before exhaustion can seriously in­ jure the organism, to get In motion that opposition current we term Sleep " Tbe «lght-endowed anlraal tap da to tivities are then cut off. For animals endowed with other special senses, but not with sight, the night is not so great a factor. These can only block­ ade stimuli to the senses either by creeping into some secluded spot or by the action of nature in causing an opportune production of a subBtance (a sort of hormone) which acts as an obstacle by entering the nerve path and deadening sensibility. Spanish Royal Bodyguard. The Spanish royal family has an ea pecial and historic bodyguard to pre vent such intrusions as that which has occurred at Buckingham palace at London. For centuries the Monteros, who must be natives of the town of Espinosa and have served with honor in the army, have had the exclusive privilege of guarding the royal pal aces by night. In their historic cos­ tume and wearing felt shoes they take up their t>osts at midnight outside the rooms of the king, queen and other In order to ' royalists, while detachments patrol the halls and corridors all night long. They speak no word, acknowledging each other's presence by aign and countersign. In the morblng they dis­ appear as silently, giving place to the ordinary sentries and attendants. BROTHERS IN MISERY JPOMRADESHIP OP WOUNOED OH THE BATTLEFIELD. Letter Written to His Fiancee by Dying French Officer Reveals Triumph of the Finer Feel­ ings of Humanity. A letter, which Is among th^ trost moving documents written since the beginning of the war, has been re- ceivad by a young American woman in Paris. It was written by her fiance, a French cavalry officer, as' he lay dying ip Flanders, and with the letter she received the news of his death. After narrating how he waB wound­ ed in the chest during a cavalry charge and temporarily lost conscious­ ness, the writer goes on: "There are two other men lying near me and I do not think there is much hope for them, either. One' is an officer of a Scottish regiment and the other a private in the uhlans. "They were struck down after me and when I came to myself I found them bending over me, rendering first aid. The Britisher was pouring water down my throat from his flask, while the German was endeavorinc to stanch my wound with an antiseptic preparation served out by their med­ ical corps. "The Highlander had one of his legs shattered and the German had several pieces of shrapnel burled in his side. In spite of their own sufferings they were trying to help me, and when I was fully conscious again the German gave me a morphia Injection and took one himself. His medical corps had also provided him with the injection and the needle, together with printed instructions for Its UBe. "After the Injection, feeling wonder­ fully at ease, we spoke of the lives we had lived before the war. We all spoke English, and we talked of the women we had left at home. Both the German and the Britisher had only been married a year. "I wondered, and I suppose the oth­ ers did, why we had fought each other at all. I looked at the Highlander, who w&8 falling to sleep exhausted, and in epite of his drawn face and mud-stained uniform, he looked * the embodiment of freedom. Then I thought of the tricolor of France and all that France had done for liberty. "Then I watched the German, who had ceased to speak. He had taken a prayer book from his knapsack and was trying to read a service for sol­ diers wounded in battle." The letter ends with a reference to the failing light and the roar of guns. It was found at the dead officer's side by a Red Cross file and forwarded to his fiancee. Germany's Dead Letter Mall. The German post office is to spare the feelings, so far as possible, of the families of soldiers who have fallen, in battle, when mall matter, nondeliv- erable for that reason, is returned to the sender. Hitherto it was the cus­ tom to stamp on the letter or package merely the word "fallen," or "dead," and send it baqk home to shock the relatives with this harsh brevity. Now the military authorities have been di­ rected to use the words "fallen for the fatherland," or "fallen on the field of honor." In still another way the authorities are trying to soften the blow of death notices from the front. Hitherto this was attempted only in country dis­ tricts, where the returned mail of the fallen soldiers was handed over to the local authorities or the clergyman, who then undertook to break the fatal news gently to the family. Something like this is now to be done also in the towns and cities. The local authori­ ties will now be asked to select some person suitable for bearing the mes­ sage of death. Defined as "Burglary." The supreme court of Washington in State vs. Corcoran holds that a clerk in a store who enters with a key furnished by his employer and takes away goods is guilty of burglary and larceny, since his act of entering un­ der such circumstances constitutes a "breaking." Ttye court said: "If the appelant had the right to enter the store by the use of his key at any time in the day or night, that is, had an unrestricted and unlimited right of entrance, he could not he guilty of the crime of burglary, even though he carried away the goods from the store. In such event the crime would be larceny, and not burglary. But if his right to enter was limited to the usual hours of em­ ployment, and after hours of employ­ ment he used the key for the purpose of entering the store with intent un­ lawfully to take articles therefrom, he was clearly guilty of burglary." In the Day of Temptation. Some day, in the great years to come, you will be wrestling with the great temptation, or trembling under the great sorrow of your life. But the real struggle is here, now, in these quiet weeks. Now it is being decided whether, in the day of your supreme sorrow or temptation you shall miserably fall or gloriously con­ quer. Character cannot be made ex­ cept by steady, long-continued process. --Phillips Brooks. China's Cattle Industry. Contrary to general belief, China not only raises cattle in large num­ bers, but exports frozen beef In quan­ tities which have now assumed a commercial magnitude of such sise th^t world-wide possibilities may be ex­ pected in time to come. Upward of 200,000 cowhides are annuall: export­ ed from Shantung. She Doesn't Save Them. "Young Mr. Twobble Is very digni­ fied. Do his letters to you burn, Pa­ tricia?" "Yes--eventually." Humane Turkish L«ws. It is unlawful in Turkey to seise a man's residence for debt, an^ suffi­ cient land to support him Is aim eat empt from seizure. IF HAIR IS TURNING GRAY, USE SAGE TBI Don*t Look Old I Try Grandmother's - Jtselps to Darken and Beautify . : Gray, Faded, Lifeless Hair. .«• ••*». Grandmother kept her hair beantl- folly darkened, glossy -and abundant with a brew of Sage Tea and Sulphur. Whenever her hair fell out or took on that dull, faded or streaked appeal^ ance, this simple mixture was applied with wonderful effect By asking at any drug store for "Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Hair Remedy," you will get a large bottle of this old-time recipe, ready to use, for about 50 cents. Thia simple mixture'can be depended upon to restore natural color and beauty to the hajr and is splendid for dan­ druff, dry, itchy scalp and falling hair. A well-Jtnown druggist says every­ body uses Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur, because it darkens so naturally and evenly that nobody can tell it has been applied--it's so easy to use, too. You simply dampen a comb or soft brush and draw it through your hair, taking one strand at a time. By morning1 the gray hair disappears; after an- other application or two, It is re­ stored to its natural color and looks glossy, soft and abundant. Adv. Embarrassing Demonstration. "Did they mob you when you tried to take a photograph of that distin­ guished gathering?" "Yes, I had to run." "They were incensed at" your au­ dacity?" * "No. Everybody tried to gat into the picture at once." Nothing equals Dean's Mentholated Cough Dr6p8 for Bronchial weakness, sore cherts, *nd throat troubles--fic at all Druggists. After a man gets on the shady side of life he regards his age and his bank balance as nobody's business but his own. Don't Give Up! Nowadays deaths due to weak kidneys are 72% more common than 20 years ago, according to the census. Overwork and worry are the causes. The kidneys can't keep up, and a slight kidney weakness Is usually neglected. If you have baokaohe .or urinary dis­ orders, don't mistake the cause. Fight the danger. More care as to diet, habits, etc., and the use of Doan 's Kidney Pills ought to bring quick relief. An Illinois Case ITT5T ^"1 J0K. Mrt- Narolssa 1 222J .«•'»> Waggoner, Missouri Ave., Cartervllle, 111., •ays: "For ten years I had terrible back­ aches and headaches along with dizzy aad nervous spells. I was restless and mornings felt so tired I could hardly do my hotieework. I steadily got worse and during one at­ tack was uncon­ scious. Doctors said that nothing could be done. The first box of Doan'e Kidney Pills helped me and six boxes cured me. I now feel stronger than I have for years." C*i Dom'i at Amj Stove, SOe a Bos DOAN'S "p'.IIV FOSTER-MILBURN CO., BUFFALO. N. Y. Don't Persecute Your Bowels Cut out cathartics and purgatives. They 8fS brutal, harsh, unnecessai#. Tr^g CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS Purely vegetable. Act gently on the liver, ^ eliminate bile, and _ soothe the delicate^ membrane of the^ bowel. Cure., Constipation, Biliousness, SicW Head* ache and Indigestion, so millions know. SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE. Genuine must bear Signature CARTERS ITTLE IVER PILLS. 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