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,» 'V '- ' , . > .' v s THE McHEXRY fMLAIXDEALER, MCHENRY, ILL. i ,.. . W'rO.^' -••;. -• 1>V> '" "iiilii' It 'mMfffTfiiH i 'iTi ill iiii'iiiiiiitr'-t--'^ ^^ ? r : , ' v xx: ' - • " * • • J . V v » , - ^ i > THEHEART NIGHT WIND #V STORY Of Tfie GREAT NORTH WEST Oy viNGie e. Roe Mj ILLUSTRATIONS 6y /&f(OAlrsfcS CQPYfr'Cxr OY PCD2, K£AD AND COVPANr SYNOPSIS. Sllets of Daily's lumber ramp directs A «tranter to th? camp. Walter Sandry Introduces himself to John Daily, fore­ man/as "the Dillingworth l.uml«-r Co.. or most of it." He makes aiijuaintanee with the camp and the work. He g^ves 8He:z permission to ride Hlack Bolt, his saddle horse. In an emergency he proves to the fort-man that lie does not luck Judgment. Silot* tells him of the Prt-ncli- er. He discovers thai Siletz bears the •ign of the Siletz tribe of Indians, and wonders what her surname is. In the flush of a tender moment he calls her "the Night Wind in tin- Pines." and kisses her. Poppy Ordway. a magazine writer from New York, conies to Daily's to Ret materia] for a romance of the lumber region. Hampden of the Yellow Fines Oo wants Sundry to keep off a tract of atumpa^re he claims title to and Sandry thinks he has bought as the Kast Belt. Hampden sets up a cabirr on the East Belt and warns trespassers off. Sandry can find no written evidence of title to the tract. His men pull down the cabin. Sandry compares Siletz and Poppy. San- dry's and Hampden's men tight over the disputed tract. The Preacher stops the fight. Sandry finds that the deed to the East_ Belt has never been recorded. He decides to get out his contract first and fight for the stumpage afterward. Poppv scents trickery and flirts with Hampden to gain his confidence. She tells Sandcy that Hampden is crooked and that she'll get him. Poppy goes to Salem' in search of evidence against Hampden. Sandry and Siletz ride to the seashore and Siletz sees the ocean for the first time. also--holding it tight in his own L»r a moment, "Right you are. ma," he answered, and sat him down. CHAPTER XIV. The Call of the Wind. The night lay thick over the iMletz country. High above, the pine fops sang with a roar, soft-voiced bif. :*ar reaching as thunder. Mystery aud loneliness pressed upon the wihler- ness like a finger. It quivered the sharp ears of Black Bolt, pricked for ward, listening, it padded tfie feet of Coosnah running ahead in the trail but upon Siletz its touch was lost She, too, was of the forest on a night like this; she, too. was free of its hid­ den paths. Hour after hour they threaded the familiar way. and pres ently the forest lightened, fell away left them at the steep shore of the Siletz river, gurgling along in the darkness, swift and shallow. Fields and pastures lay here upoTT" an(* hinted at great things CHAPTER XIII.--Continued. Even as he spoke she lost her footing and went headlong down the cliff, roll­ ing over and over in the sliding sand, to bring up fifteen feet below where the path turned sidewise on a little shelf. Without heed she gathered her- Belf, threw back her braids and rushed on. leaping downward like a deer. When Sandry reached her she was ankle deep in the surf, gazing with all her starved nature in her eyes, that yet shone with a martial fire Then, suddenly, through some rent in the sodden sky, a beam of light shot through the mist, transfiguring it. Sandry saw the look of intoxication creep into her eyes, the drunkenness of emotion that dulled them drowsily. LJnes drew in her oval cheeks and •lowly her face broke into a look of anguish. She put up an arm and cov­ ered It, turning toward the beach. held her, weeping hard, against his breast. "I cannot bear it!" cried Siletz from this shelter, "oh, I hurt! I hurt!" "Sit! S'h!" whispered Sandry husk­ ily, "it is too great--too great--for the Night Wind to behold." The ride home was silent, with San­ dry in the lead, his spirit still stirred aad shaken by what he had beheld. They did not speak again until the •amp lay before them at the big bend "S'letz," said Sandry then, "Black Bolt is yours. None other shall ever Mde him again." •he said nothing, but her fingers tightened in the gallant crest tossing fcefore her. When they rode up across the small toridge that spanned the slough below the foot-log the foreman was standing beside the hammer-block. He reached «p huge, bare arms and swung the «irl lightly down, sending a glance across her shoulder that arrested the •wner's attention instantly. "Mr. Sandry, '•' he said simply. "Hampden's got us. There hain't a Jack in the camp but Collins. He's ftought the mill at Toledo an' offered • two-dollar-a-day raise to every tim •erjack an' riverhog in the county. Mlven Harris." Daily's big voice deep­ ened with bitterness, "that we was •ayin' seven dollars a day--an' he was worth it. for there hain't a filer like fcirn this side o' 'Frisco--has gone-- fcr nine! Hampden come to the very <ate up there on the road an' gath­ ered 'em out fer a talk--an' they comi Wck an* packed like sheep! Damn their hides! He had contracks fer ®wo years at them wages--an' they aigned like fools--scrambled fer the ahance! An' some of 'em's ben fight- SB' him a couple o' years! He had wagons waitin' in a. string at the bend •' the road--ready to move 'em that luwl cabins! BursoiJ an' Glick an' McMasters--they all loaded their atnffle an' hiked. An' I don't know of another bunch o' loggers this side o' Portland!" Sandry, his face gone white as sand •nder his hat brim, stared at the blank windows of the cabins. "Hat. Bon," said Ma Daily firmly wnen he entered the long room, "eat flrst an' think after. A empty stom- •nlck's a poor boiler for workin' •team." And Sandry, looking into her kindly »td face, saw the sanity of her ad­ vice. He took her fat hand--and a •Boon and the end of a dish towel TRAVELS ON {.AND OR WATER "**nDhibious" Motor Boat. Invention •f Austrian, Seems to Have Been Proved a Success. A number of people have been work- tog of late years to solve the problem atf constructing a vehicle capable of traveling upon both land and water. Kore than one has had some degree of •uccess, but none is better, perhaps, vti'an that invented by a Viennese engi­ neer named L. Zeiner. This "land motor boat" resembles an •wdinary touring car in appearance ex- _ - «ept that the body is rather higher. F 'i^But besides its wheels, it 1b provided with a propeller placed at the rear. The power of the motor can be r.-awitched from the running gear to the propeller screw and vice versa. It is '/ fcuilt so as to take quite steep grades 'S "with ease. Hence one may ride down ?/•; >he sloping bank of a river, fhunge into *' «he current, switch the power to the propeller and cross the stream in a practicable motor boat. Arriving at ffee other side, the engine is switched put the wheels In commission once right and left and cabins stood squat in the shadows. This was the headquar ters of the reservation. Through the small settlement, up a lane and across a woods-lot went the trio, and pres­ ently Siletz drew rein where a sorrv shack crouched forlornly beneath a mammoth fir. The sound brought to its door a bent figuru that came and stood at Black Bolt's head like a shadow. Siletz spoke in jargon, slid down, trailed the reins on the earth and en­ tered the little house. An hour later she stood against its closed door, facing a dusky circle of squatting figures, her trim form straight in the lamplight, her shirt open a bit at the throat, her slim hands eloquent in quiet gestures. Ne^r the pine liable that held the fitful light stood old Kolawmie, % splendid illustration of the white man's ways. He might have been fifty years of age, he might have been a hundred. Pure blood of chiefs ran in his veins. knows if we can whip 'em in line, for it wr>uld take the devil himself to make a Si wash work." But it did not take his majesty. It took only the-word of Kolawmie. who had f.iven a command which a quiet half-breed who seemed the leader of the crew artlessly repeated to Sandry "We will work till the contract's saved." he said; "in giving to you we give to S'letz. who is your woman." And Sandry, astounded beyond meas­ ure, opened his mouth and closed it without speech. And it was work indeed for all San dry himself, as he had grimly threat ened once, "learned how" and tended hook. Collins took Hastings' place at the roading donkey, selecting a slim, brown boy as fireitian. while the fore man proved his worth a dozen'times over, by being everywhere at once, by filing things down to the most rigid system, by planning, executing, finishing, with the hand and mind of an artist. It would have been contrary to hu­ man nature if Sandry had not felt a thn'I of triumph when he next ran across Hampden at Toledo. The Yellow Pines owner grinned. "Siwashes?" he said insolently. "Si washes!" "Yes." flamed the younger man. "Sl- washeB--but I have five million feet oi logs at the mouth of my slough! I'll float my contract on time, Mr. Hatnpden--and then I'll look into the little matter of my East Belt." That day he got his first letter from Poppy Ordway. It was heavy and satiny and it breathed an insidious perfume. Also it was brilliant with excitement a slow affection. The. big. room had. in a sense, become home to Sandry and the evenings when Ma sat in her little rocker and Siletz braided her mats with Coosnah beside her filled his toil-worn soul with peace. The Preacher had slipped away as silently and mysteriously as he had come, with a blessing upon-all and a promise to return--"when you. thai) need me, my children." CHAPTER XV. ipmnriPH ot rnp limp wn«-»ri the Oregon country reached from the northern sound to the valley of the Sacramento. About him gathered a silent circle, young men who could speak good English and write essays on the evolution of man, older ones who accepted the modern modes with reservations, and a few like himself of the ancient time. To them Siletz was speaking. "Trouble has fallen upon the Night Wind." she said sweetly, "and she comfes to her friends for help. Sandry at the camp is deserted by his men. The camp falls, the work is stopped, the engines are silent, at their posts, and a big contract that means much i Is ready to be lost--and Hampden of the Yellow Pines laughs in glee, for he | has done this thing. Men there are not in the country--and to go.to Port­ land means loss of time on the great contract. Therefore Sandry sits with his head in his hands, thus--" With swift art she bent her dark head forward upon her palms, drooped her slim shoulders, and instantly De­ spair loomed before the dusky circle. "For which the heart .of S'letz sick­ ens, for she is Sandry s woman." There was silence for a space. The girl was an artist. "She would help him. Therefore she comes to her friends, whose hearts are large with friendship, though their hands are soft with leisure. The Si­ letz need not work. Will they give the free gift of labor for the Night Wind's man?" It was a heart-speech, it was in jar­ gon and it was successful, for with the early dawn, blue-gray with mist and sun shot with crimson, Sandry, who had not slept, standing with fur­ rowed brows on the office step, beard sounds of hoofs at the valley's head. He looked and beheld a cavalcade of horsemen, riding with ease on their ragged ponies, and led by Siletz ,upon Black Bolt, who still stepped proudly after his day-and-night's journey, while Coosnah rolled with swinging ears at his side. "Here," said the girl as she rode up. "they will work for the big contract." And she slid down with a little sigh of weariness before Sandry could of­ fer his arms. "Gosh!" said Daily to himself in the shadow of the office, "the Siwashes!" "Mr. Sandry." he said to the owner when the long tables were filled in every place with the best of the van ishing tribe that Siletz could pick. "I'm kickin' myself that I didn't think of the Indians myself, though Lord "I'm certain Hampden's crooked." she wrote; "I've found a man who knows him--and he's in the commis­ sioner's office. He's young and he's susceptible and he thinks I'm one of the 'ring!' Oh, but it's exciting. I 'passed him a tip'--isn't that the way you men would say it?--that I had a 'snap' in view, but that 1 already had a homestead in Arizona--and the thing progresses. The mention of Hampden and 'snap' did for him-^and I'm all but over the brink of a fraudu­ lent entry even now! He's offered-- in my case, specially--to come down on the price of my 'patent' two hun­ dred dollars--of course clandestinely; I'm to say nothing about it to the 'ring!' Ye gods! I'm wild with the luck. More later." February was passing. The days of fitful sunlight were becoming more frequent. The camp was humming "with business. Silent, bent on the thing in hand, the Indians worked without need of encouragement. The slough was bank-full and its CurfuCC 'yo c frAtr» ^onrn • « dark with a floor of logs slowly drift­ ing on every tide downward to the backwater. At the slough's mouth a huge cradle was slowly forming in its braces. Here tho little loading donkey puffed and tooted, grappling many-ton tim­ bers with its two drag-hooks, placing them he'*e and there. The mass of chains covered the bottom of the cradle a few feet apart. Twelve men worked continually at the great marine monster, packing the logs inside the cradle, carrying the Mystery and Loneliness Pressed Upon the Wilderness. giant chains up and over as the snug floor reached the top, lacing the whole together and at last lifting the center gently, thus giving to the thing its likeness to a vast cigar. A timber-sealer, sent down by the Portland firm, was constantly In at­ tendance. A shack had been thrown up at the head of the raft and a watch was kepf by day and night. "We can't trust Hampden a minute, John," said Sandry; "I'm learning sus­ picion." Indeed he was learning many things. Only John Daily in the sanitv of his just nature watched this Johnny Eastern take his rough knocks and come up with hiB teeth set. These two were growing together in "There Is No Law for a Genius." March came in like a lamb with delicate weather, crystal clear and ftpal bright, and with it came Miss Ordway. Sandry was glad to see her but the critical point was at hand and he scarce took time to eat or sleep from the great work of the contract The mammoth raft was ready, the largest, according to Daily, that the camp had ever sent otft in all its life, and a special boat from the Portland Mills company would lay tiff Yaquina to receive it on the sixteenth. On the nfght of the second. Daily caught a glimmer of white on the lin­ tel. It was a paper, stuck in with a thumb-tack. "Watch your raft," it said, "for pow der." That was all, and it was unsigned Daily told Sandry of the incident and showed the warning. So for the remaining nights the great raft was lighted from end to end and four of the Indians patrolled it in shifts, armeh with rifles and un der orders to shoot at the first sign of trouble. The work went forward rapidly. The Siwashes. born and raised in the tim­ ber country, knew all the work of the camp and they needed no driving They were a godsend to Sandry in the pressing days and he came to look upon them with a wide tolerance. "'In serving you we serve S'letz.'" he quoted to himself, " 'for she's your woman.'" And an odd sensation prickled his skin, tingled at the roots of his hair. Some way. somehow, these were Siletz' people--these silent, shiftless, well-taught creatures, who made no use of their talents, yet who did hard, unnecessary labor at the call of the blood. That night, with the raft and even the two engines under guard and all the length of track patrolled, he came in tired, worn to a thin edge with sleeplessness, tense and taut as a sing­ ing wire, to meet Miss Ordway. She slipped her hand into his arm with a little, familiar gesture and turned him about. "Come along and relax," she said "you're almost hysterical." "I believe I am," said Sandry wea­ rily though as he stepped out into the night, soft already with the breath of spring as is the way with the coast country, where the seasons shoulder each other suddenly for place, he looked uneasily for Siletz. "Let's go up to the old rollway. It's deserted and I have things to tell you--oh, many things!" She laughed, her little rippling laugh that was so soft and rich, and it soothed the man's strained nerves like a narcotic. Miss Ordway sat down, or rather climbed up, on a log that lay beside the rollway and drew her gray broad­ cloth aside. Sandry settled himself beside her and took off his hat. The soft, changed ; breath of the night air was grateful to him. "Whe-ew! I'll be thankful when this strain is over, that raft headed out to i sea and my contract fulfilled! I never , knew business was so strenuous." I Miss Ordway looked at him through i the dusk with admiring eyes. I "But look how you're succeeding! I Why, it's great!" I "Yes--but for how much of it car. I thank myself? Hampden has me in a bad hole about my great East Belt-- the best timber in the region and the base, practically, of the Dillingworth's future--and but for these Indians I would be now--well, I hate Tto think where I'd have been." "S'h!" said Miss Ordway; "not so I fast about that bad hole. Instead, Mr. Walter Sandry, we've got your friend | Hampden in the deepest hole he was ever in in all his life. In fact, when we say the word, he'll turn over the East Belt with both hands." Sandry held out a hand and Mis* Ordway took it. not after her usual manner of hail-fellow, but with a gentle, proprietary motion. She tapped the £>reast of her princess gown. "I have right here copies of filings on sixteen claims, all duly put through by 'cash entry' by as many different men--and I know that Hampden owns all these numbers, that he furnished the money for building the cabins, for filing fees, for advertising, for final proofs at the land office and for the government price of the land. In re­ turn for all this these bogus entry- men--your drifting gentry of the spiked boots and the 'turkey' in most cases--received four hundred dollars each for the breaking of their faith with the government. No wonder Hampden is rich!" For a long moment Sandry sat in a silence so deep that he ceased to more, the bank is easily climbed, and tho journey continued without more ado. The vehicle has made good under practical tests and !s expected to he particularly valuable for military use. It is so built as to go well in swampy and muddy country, in shallow water wheels and propeller may be used si­ multaneously; thiB is a particular ad­ vantage when a sand bank is acciden­ tally encountered in a stream, since it removes the danger of "getting stuck." The power is supplied by a 16-horse power, four-cylinder motor which gives a speed on land of 45 miles per hour. This speed is diminished in water to about twelve miles per hour.--Literary Digest. Queer Lack. "Wouldn't you like to visit the great desert?" "Indeed I would, but I haven't got the sand."--Exchange. . PARISIANS IN SOBER MOOD An international exposition of elec­ trical appliances and a general Span- .oLrsrWU1 teld * | a ;;u;d;r';„Mr;;r«;tre;ra;r„rtL':; jway to duty as nurses in one of the War Has Wrought an Immense Change in the Life of the "Gay Capital." "Many of the leading French artists." says a writer in Cartoons Magazine, "are at the front, painting war as it is. Others have remained at home to por­ tray little incidents of Paris. Among the latter is L. §abattier, for many years cartoonist of Le Figaro, and who is remembered for his broad, sweeping style In crayon. "Perhaps the most notable of his recent drawings is 'Les Matinales'-- the early morning wanderers of the Paris streets in war times. In the small hours of the long night they pass by. these women, as unnoticed atf the good angels that guard us against evil. Under the veils that shroud their faces--somewhat drawn by the long vigil--one perceives the white hair of a mother, or the blonde or brown locks of a young girl. Some are returning from a night's watch at the bedside of breathe.' He was graBpfcg the maftnt tude of the man's daring--the gigantic risk he ran with his safety in the un­ certain hands of sixteen men. And also he was beginhing to conaP prehend, wonderingly, the daring oK this woman, her finesse, her clever ness and her success. ^"Wonderful!" he said at last; •it Is past belief! And how, for the love of heaven, did you ever wind up that commissioner to put his own bead in the noose by giving you those proofs?" Miss Ordway looked away down the fast darkening slough, and there was that in her narrowed, smiling eyes which, had Sandry seen, would have shocked him from her. "He didn't give," she said oddly; "I tdok." And something in the speech si­ lenced the man. "Sometimes," went on this clever woman, "one will take -- providing many hotels and clinics now converted into Red Cross hospitals. All traverse Paris at the hour when not so long ago they used to return from the ball or the theater. No more of the gay night flaneurs in evening dress, who hailed a taxi while they finished a cigar. The morning wanderers pass in silence, alone with their thoughts, theirs the satisfaction of duty accomplished." Shot Squirrel With 410 Bill. Ground squirrels were damaging grain left in a field by Wlnfleld Scott, manager of the San Fernando hotel in the town of that name, says the Los Angeles Times. A guest had left a loaded shotgun at the house a few days before. Manager Scott decided to put an end to the squirrels and started on a fetill hunt, finally drawing a bead on one of the marauders. He shot it, and, having scared the others away, re­ turned home. The guest arrived and asked for the gun. When he discovered it had been discharged he wilted. "I stuck a $10 bill in the barrel for said keeping," ht> said. Under Orders to Shoot at the First Sign of Trouble. there is a great enough incentive. I had a great incentive." She ceased, waiting, and against his will Sandry supplied the question. "What?" "You," said Miss Ordway' in a whis­ per. ^ With her pretty, inimitable gestur* of daring she put up a hand, laid it against his cheek and drew his face towardvher. "Boy,'^ she said in curiously choked tone, as if emotion dominated her, "oh, boy! With your youth and j cur CujsCrness, your inucrviit str6uAtu and your losing battle! Did you not know that you were &s fire to me?" SI19 slipped off thr «md stood be­ fore him, her hands cr/sped h*^' breast and all her mai/tiiflcent beauty a lure.in the spring dus"^. "Ah!" she laughed rerXlessly, "you have set ic? Naming, like n line of flr$ at night! And 1 care» *!J«Jiing that I tell you--there is no law for a gen­ ius!" And, turning swiftly, she went down the slope, away from him, leaving him as she had done once before with his head whirling under the spell of her beauty and her daring. But this time she had left far more, for within him there surged and rioted emotions that defied control--joy and triumph and savage desire to even scores with the man who had so cruelly pressed him, relief at the prospect of saving so eas­ ily his East Belt and his future; and, bursting through the rest, the tingle of her words, the amazed comprehen­ sion of them. The days that followed were hard ones for the young owner of the Dil- lingworth. He did not see that he had taken the silent little girl of the hills, and that the dominant, clever woman of the world had taken him. Yet such were the facts in the vague, half- formed shape that affairs had as­ sumed. With a splendid tact Miss Ordway kept away from him, presenting at such times as they chanced to meet a serene poise that was as charming as her abandon had been that night by the rollway. On the other hand, Siletz watched him with troubled eyes. There was that in features and voice that frightened her, as a loving woman is ever frightened when trouble rides the shoulder of the beloved. Therefore one night soon after San- dry's talk with Miss Ordway, Siletz followed him as he went to the office after supper. It was a black night, and Sandry was not aware of her pres­ ence until a touch fell on his shoul­ der, almost as light and soft as that of the mist upon his face. "Sandry," said Siletz. He turned swiftly and all the vex­ atious ache of his heart seemed to cul­ minate suddenly in a desire to take her in his arms. "Yes?" he said, yielding to the in­ fluence of the misty darkness and the nearness of this girl who typified the wild so alluringly, "the Night Wind breathes upon my heart. Why is it. Little S'letz?" i (TO BE CONTINUED.) American Meat Products In China. The Chinese people very rarely eat beef, and its use is practically con­ fined to the foreign residents of the empire. The Chinese are extremely fond of pork, but it would be impossible for American firms to ship barreled pork to China and meet the competition of the native-grown article. Good Chi­ nese pork sells at retail at a far cheap­ er rate than it can possibly be put on the market in the United States, to say nothing of the freight cost half way around the world. The new trade in Chinese pork which has sprung up between southern China ports and England is a profitable one, owing to the cheap price of the hog. Pork grown in South China is said to be a very good article, comparing favorably with American pork.--Consul General Sam­ uel S. Knabenshue. * market in How Geese Geese are fatte^MUCor some parts of Eiuipe by confining them in dark roc is admitted at int< to eat seven or • HUM ,-M - V - ••f^lrkrti--Ifli iff ffiiifig'iii I fto which light rials, can sing them stills a day, -dl XUTHOR NOT WISELY GUIDED Baok May Have Deplorable Effect en Humanity, in the Possible Passing .•f .• of the Fat Man. ? An American author who has made a name for himself in American letters threatens to nullify his good work by standing sponsor for a volume entitled "Eat and Grow Thin." In this book he liberalizes to the proportions of an epicurean dream the food a fat person may indulge in and yet melt his "too, too, solid flesh." Fat men-- there are, of course, no fat women-- who have adopted the generous Thompson regimen asaert that they are steadily decreasing in avoirdupois and yet are enjoying bountiful repasts. It Is to weep. The fat man Is the deligh^ of the world. This is universally conceded. The fat man Is a philosopher, despite what Shakespeare makes Caesar say, by inference, in his expressed desire to have about him "fat, sleek-headed men," complaining that the lean and hungry Cassius "thinks too much." The fat man exudes a joyoun, unctuous op­ timism that inspires and cheers all about him. He thinks, however, that he would prefer to be thin, not realiz­ ing the origin of his blessings. The only thing that has prevented his be­ coming thin is the fact that most sys­ tems of diet require a sort of starva­ tion--^id hiB provender is more dear to him than a sylph-like form. But now that he may eat luxurious­ ly and grow thin he is likely to desert the society that has profited by his beneficent spirit and become skinny, unimpressive and pessimistic. Then in time of stress and trial thin, wor­ ried people will have no billowy shoul­ der upon which to weep, no fat phi­ losopher to encourage, sustain and soothe. In time of trouble a fat friend is in the shadow of a great rock in a weary land. He is a fortress against the slings and arrows of out­ rageous fortune--though Falstaff, fat and scant of breath, strangely failed to take advantage of his obesity. One trembles to think what the world will be when the fat man be­ comes extinct. Yet the facts must be faced in all their horrors. When the fat man has grown lean this will be a waste and desert world, given over to bony cynics who will howl in the high places and preach the gospel of despair. Therefore, the rash author Is entreated to take his baleful book off the market.--Chicago News. Electric Furnace Proves Best. An electric furnace for the heat treatment of steel used in automobile construction has been introduced. Its method of producing uniform, depend­ able heat that is so urgently sought by automobile manufacturers is quitt; novel in electric furnace practice, al­ though its principle is comparable to that of the well-known Nernst lamp. Both the floor and the domelike cov­ ers of this furnace are of a refractory material which is practically noncon­ ducting at ordinary temperatures. To start the furnace, a current is passed through a bed of coke laid on its floor. On being sufficiently heated the floor becomes a conductor and in turn heats the walls and top, rendering them conductive, until Anally the entire fur­ nace becomes incandescent. It is stated by those who have tried the furnace that its use in the heat treat­ ment of automobile parts promises to be extensive in the future. " Hopes Women Will Adopt This Habit As Well As Men Glase of hot water each morn­ ing helps us look and feel : clean, sweet, fre«h. Happy, brignt, alert--vigorous vivacious--a good clear skin; a nat­ ural, rosy complexion and freedom from illness are assured only by clean, healthy blood. If only every woman and likewise every man could realize the wonders of drinking phosphated hot water each morning, what a grat­ ifying change would take place. Instead of the thousands of sickly, anaemic-looking men, women and girls with pasty or muddy complex­ ions; instead of the multitudes ot "nerve wrecks," "rundowns," "brain fags" and pessimiists we shonld see a virile, optimistic throng of rosy- cheeked people everywhere. An inside bath is had by drinking, each morning before breakfast, a glass of real hot water with a teaspoonful of limestone phosphate in it to wash from the stomach, liver, kidneys and ten yards of bowels the previous day's indigestible waste, sour fermentations and poisons, thus cleansing, sweeten­ ing and freshening the entire alimen­ tary canal before putting more food Into the stomach. Those subject to sick headache, bil­ iousness, nasty breath, rheumatism, colds; and particularly those who have a pallid, sallow complexion and who are constipated very often, are urged to obtain a quarter pound of limestone phosphate from any drug­ gist or at the store which will cost but a trifle but is sufficient to demon­ strate the quick and remarkable change in both health and appearance awaiting those who practice internal sanitation. We must remember that inside cleanliness is more important than outside, because the skin does not absorb impurities to contaminate the blood, while the pores in the thir­ ty feet of bowels do.--Adv. Clean sweepers--a new broom, and a straight flush. When all others fail to please Try Oenison's Coffee. Economy of Language. Passenger (entering car)--Fine morning, conductor. Conductor--Fare. Deep-Sea Diving Hard Work. "Yes, sir; it seems simple enough to put on a diving dress and go down into the sea, but I can assure you that it is not quite so easy as it looks," said a deep-sea diver. "The farther ones goes down below the wa­ ter, the greater the pressure, and, con­ sequently, the labor and exhaustion of working is greater. You would prob­ ably find 70 feet quite deep enough for your first dive. The pressure on your head would be so great that, not being used to it, your earar and nose might bleed. In diving the rate of ascent is important. If the diver is less than 80 feet below the surface he can be pulled up two feet a second with safety; for greater depths the rate of ascent must be slower." Putting a Kick in Cider. Farmers in a western section of the country have found a way to "beat" the local option laws. Thousands of gallons of cider were made in that sec­ tion last fall, and the farmers have discovered that by running it through a cream separator the water is ex­ tracted, leaving little but the pure al­ cohol remaining. "It's got an awful 'kick,'" declared one farmer, who allowed his tf&rrel of cider to sit in the warm November sun for two weeks before giving it the cream separator test. Since his discovery others are filling their cellars with jugs of the extracted juice to tide 'em over the winter months. Well-Divided Wealth. In few countries is wealth more evenly distributed than in France, whose people are now pouring their savings into the war loan. Most men are rightly considered to have ac­ quired a certain degree of comfort when they own the house they live in, and M. de Foville, in "I'Habitation en France," tells us that 61 per cent of the rural population of the republic live in their own houses, whilst in cer­ tain districts over 80 per cent are thus housed. Small wonder that our allies are the best taxpayers in the world, a summons for rates and taxes in France being almost unknown. -- Loudon Chronicle. ^ Fowls Haunt Him Thirty-Five Years. A conscience-stricken citizen of For­ est Grove surprised Dunham Wilson of Mlllville, aged ninety-one years, by in closing in a letter a $1 bill. The note accompanying the bill stated that about thirty-five years ago, when Wil­ son lived at Forest Grove, two of his chickens strayed to the writer's prop­ erty and he confiscated them; The writer said that he had had no peace of mind for a number of years and that he now wanted to ease his con­ science by making due restitution. The note was not signed, and Wilson does not recall the incident of losing the chickens.--Millville (N. J.) Dis­ patch Philadelphia Keoord. IUI D.U....J k.. K73 4. A -- II . I uvo ixviivtvu v j f • aio* n|/p|ivai And cured in 6 to 14 dayt by PAZO OINTMENT, the universal remedy for all form* ot PU<M Druggist! refund money if it fiik soa What Happened. "So our friend speculated once too often ?" "Yes," replied Mr. Dustin Stax. "He started a big game of freezeout end got caught in his own frost." Too Deep for Him. "Young Mrs. Dubwaite is a roman­ tic person. ^>he has an idea that her soul and Dubwaite's soul were seek­ ing each other for centuries before they met." "When she starts to talking that way how does Dubwaite act?" "He appears so ill at ease that I'm sure if the poor fellow really thought he had a soul he would apologize pro­ fusely." Rather Discouraging. "Well, Twobble, how are you get­ ting along in politics?" "Can't say that I'm making much progress." "No?" "I've climbed Into half a dozen po­ litical bandwagons and every one of them broke down before I'd traveled far enough to reach an office." His Summer Experience. "Do you have many servants at your summer home, Hawkins?" asked Wigglethorpe. . "Well, last year we had eighteen." said Hawkins. "Eighteen!" echoed Wigglethorpe. "Great Scott, man! how can you man­ age that number on your Income?" "Oh, seventeen of 'em are cooks that stayed on an average of five days apiece," said Hawkins. "The rest was our hired man." PUZZLED Hard, Sometimes, to Raise Children* Children's taste is ofttlmes more accurate, in selecting the right kind of food to fit the body, than that of adults. Nature works more accurately through the children. A Brooklyn lady says: "Our little boy had long been troubled with weak digestion. We could never persuade him to take more than one taste of any kind of cereal food. He was a weak little chap and we were puzzled to know what to feed him on. "One lucky day we tried Grape-Nuts. Well, you never saw a child eat with such a relish, and it did me good to see him. From that day on it seemed as though we could almost see him grow. He would eat Grape-Nuts for breakfast and supper, and I think he would have liked the food for dinner. "The difference in his appearance is something wonderful. "My husband had never fancied cereal foods of any kind, but he be­ came very fond of Grape-Nuts and has been much improved in health since using it. "We are now a healthy family and naturally believe in Grape-Nuts. "A friend has two children who were formerly afflicted with rickets. I was satisfied that the disease was caused by lack of proper nourishment. The children showed It. So I urged her to use Grape-Nuts as an experiment and the result was almost magical. "They continued the food and to­ day both children are as well and strong as any children in this city, and, of course, my friend is a firm be­ liever in Grape-Nuts, for she has the evidence before her eyes every day." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Ever read the *boYe letter? A itn appeara from time to tine. They are graula*, true, aad fall •( kiaua