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spo*«. The corasMm of intn his hwslltatisn." the white man's victory, wouM t» vk moment had passed, end of tiie fat time. Hasten) Why should they, and shorten their day of When the Colorado Burst Its Banks and Flooded the Imperial Valley of California Copyright, Bobbe-ttenfllOoeipany Her hand met his, hut not her eyes, woman "who could wash." The two If he did not go quickly something women were on their way to their would happen; he wotild see her cry- tents from the mess breakfast. Senora tk-: CHAPTER XXIII--Continue^. --11-- ^ • The veil of fear was torn from her eyes. The trembling women was gone. ,A vengeful wildcat in her place. "Left tne, Maidonado? Left his home, where he traps the Indian with one -foin in his pockets? No, nenoV. He brought her to our home, there; Lnpe, the wife of Felipe, the Degulao. I ;|0ld him not to fool with' Felipe J the Indian was dangerous he had hot |>lood. Maidonado struck nfe--he -/.Sicked me--he said I was jealous-- 'And hit me again. f;'v> "Maidonado told tee to get a big C,-:,#ieal. I told him that it was for Felipe. When I said I would not cook for that treachery he cursed me, he Jtlcked me again." - teboso, dragging ' -, * Don't," frowned She thaew off the her dress loose. Rickard. He had ;f - «een a welt across her shoulder--« ^ Screaming line of pain. She wound the reboso aronnd the ; 1 fllshonored shoulder. "I cooked his -Jlnner! There was a lot of liquor-- Felipe was drunk; the tequila made film mad, quite mad. He seemed to know something was wrong; he fought as Maidonado dragged him to the cell, the senor remembers the cell? The next day Maidonado sent for two rurales. They started the next day for Ensenada, taking Felipe; that day Maidonado brought Lupe home. I said she could not stay and he laughed in my face, senor. He put me outside the walls. I beat that gate until my fingers bled. I retnem- - bered the kind face of the senor, and then I came here. You wiU help Sae, senor?" Rickard shook his head. "I shall have to look into this thing. If this , Is true it's prison for your husband. %ou won't have to fear Lupe." "When be sets oat he will kill me, senor.** The terror was seizing her again. Before she could begin her pleading lie called to MacLean. "Ask Ling to And a tent for Senora IMaldonado. Tell him to gi#e her a good meal." He must trap the rogue. That In* ~r%eraal place must be closed. The ~ |woman had come In the nick of time. dfThose tribes were to be guarded a* , <«jrestless children. CHAPTER XXIV. tw : • r- Rickard Makes a New Enemy an<K a New Friend. The coming of the Indians gave the Impetus the work had lacked. Under Jenks of the railroad company a larg» force was put on the river; these, the weavers of the brush mattresses that were to line the river bed. On the banks were the brush cutters; tons of willows were to be cot to weave into froti Will Help Me, 8en<*1* the forty miles of woven wire cable waiting for the cross strands. Day by day the piles of willow branches grew higher, the brush cutters working ahead of the mattress workers in the stream. In the dense undergrowth the stolid Indians, Pimas and Maricopas and Papagoes, struggled with the fierce thorn of the mesquit and the overpowering smell of the arrow weed. As tough as the hickory handles they wielded, they fought a clearing through dense thickets In the intense tropic heat. TQown stream the Brobdlngnagiatt an* of tljf dredge fell into the mud of the by-pass, dropping its slimy burden on the far bank. Down the long stretch of levee the "skinners" drove their mules and scrapers; two pile drivers were setting in the treacherous stream the piles which were to anchor the steel-cabled mattresses to the river bed. It was a well-organized, active scene. Rickard, in his office, dictating letters and telegrams to Mac- Lean, Jr., felt his first satisfaction. Things were beginning to show the resalt of months of planning. Gars were rushing in from north and east; every quarry between Los Angeles and Tucson requisitioned for their undertaking. A shadow Jell on the pin® desk. Ling, in blue ticking shirt and white butcher apron, waited for the "boss" to look up. He stood wiping the perspiration from his head, hairless except for the long silk-tapered Queue. "Well, Ling?" "I go tamale." His voice was soft as silk. "I no stay" It was a thunderclap. Thieve 'was no one to replace Ling, who was drawing down the salary of a private secretary. Lose Ling? It would be more demoralizing to the camp than to lose an engineer. "Money all lite. Bessee all lite. No Ilkee woman. Woman she stay, Ling go." , • - "Mrs. Hardin f Rickard woke up. "She all time makee trouble. She clazy. She think woman vellee fine cook. She show Ling cookee plunes. Teachee Ling cookee plunes! I no stay that woman." Unutterable finality In the leathern face. Rickard and MacLean, Jr., exchanged glances which deepened from concern Into perplexity. They could not afford to lose Ling. And offend Mrs. Hardin, the camp already Hardlnesque? Rickard grew placating. He spent •a half hour wheedling. They met at the starting place. "Ling go tamale." "Oh, Lord," groaned the manager, capitulating. "All right. Ling." With the dignity of an oriental prince, Ling pattered out of the tent, Rickard was puckering his lips at his secretary. "I'd rather- take castor oil." A half hour later, MacLean saw his chief leave his tent. He was in fresh linens. "I wouldn't swap places with him this minute! She'll be as mad as a wet hen!" Mrs. Hardin, from her bed by her screen window, saw him coming. She slipped into a seminegligee of alternate rows of lace and swiss constructed for such possible emergencies. She did not make the mistake of smoothing her hair; her Instinct told her that the fluffy disorder bore out the use of the negligee. She was sewing in her ramada when Rlckard's knock sounded on the screen door. Despite his protests she started water boiling in her chafing dish. He had not time for tea, he declared, but Bhe insisted on making this call of a social nature. -She opened a box of sugar wafers, her zeal that of a child with a toy kitchen; she was playing doll's house. Rickard made several openings for his errand, but her wits sped like a gopher from his labored digging. She met his mood with womanly dignity ; she tutored her coquetries, withheld her archness. He found he would have to discard diplomacy, blurt out his message; use bludgeons for this scampering agility, "My mission is a little awkward, Mrs. Hardin. I hope you will take it all right, that you will 'not be offended." "Offended?" Her face showed alarm. "It's about Ling. He's a queer fel low; they all are, you know." He was blundering like a schoolboy under the growing shadow in Gerty's blue eyes. "They resent authority-- that Is, from women. He is a tyrant, Ling is." "Yes?" Ah, she would not help him. Let him flounder! *^ "He wants to be let alone; he doesn't appreciate yoor kind help, Jlrs. Hardin." "Oh!" Her eyes were hot with tears--angry tears. She could not speak. or would not. She sat In her spoiled doll's house, all her pleasure In her toy dishes, her pretty finery ruined. He could not care If he could humiliate her so. It was the most vivid moment of her life. Not even when Rickard had left her, with his kisses still warm on her lips, had she felt so outraged. He was treating her as though she were a servant--dls charging her--because she was the wife of Hardin. Her eyes grew black with anger; she hated them both; between them, their Jealousy, their ri valry, what had they made of her life? She remembered the woman she had seen in his ramada; she had heard that the Mexican was in camp, em ployed by Rickard. Her thoughts were like swarming hornets. "He's an ungrateful beast, Mrs. Ilardin. I told him I would not let you waste your kindness one Instant longer--" Oh, she understood! A bitter pleas ure to see him so confused. Rickard before whose superior appraisement she had so often wilted! She would not help him out, never! She rose when be paused. He thanked her for meeting him half way, and her smile was inscrutable. - "So I'm discharged ?n . "You can't be discharged If you've never been employed, can you? Thank you once again, and for your tea. It was delicious. I wish Ling would give as tea like that" Boorish, all of it, and blundering! Why wouldn't he go? When he had hurt her so! had hurt her sol lng. The angels that guard blunderers got Rickard out of the tent without a suspicion of threatening tears. She threw off her negligee and the pale blue slip; the tears must wait for that Then she flung herself on her bed and shook it with the grief of wounded vanity. That evening the chief had a visitor. The wife of Maidonado, some of the fear pressed out of her eyes, brought in his laundered khakis, socks, darned and matched; all the missing buttons replaced. I haven't worn a matched sock," he told her, "for months. That's great, senora." He wanted to get to bed, but she lingered. She wanted to talk to him about her troubles; he had cautioned her against talking about them in camp, so she overflowed to him whenever she fotind a chance--about Maidonado, the children, Lupe. It was getting wearying, bujThe could not shove the poor thing efut. Senora Maidonado gave a sharp intake of breath, an aborted scream. Rickard, too, saw a man's figure outside the screen door. The Mexican woman pressed a frightened hand to her heart. Of course it was the vengeful Maidonado---he would kill her-- "It I am Intruding," It was the voice of Hardin. "Come right in," welcomed Rickard. Get along, senora." The Maidonado slipped out into the night, her hand still against her heart. Hardin, a roll of maps under his arm, entered with a rough sneer on his face. A dramatic scene, that, he had interrupted! And Rickard, who did not like to have women in camp. White women! Rickard, still sleepy, asked him to sit down. , "I wanted to speak to yon about those concrete aprons. They tell me you've given an order not to have them." Rickard resigned himself to a long argument. It was three o'clock when Hardin let him turn in. When he was getting ready for bed he remembered the melodramatic scene Hardin had entered upon. He stared comprehendingly at the screen door--seeing with understanding Har» din's coarse sneer--the Maidonado, breathing fast, her hand over her heart. "Of course he'll think--good lord, these people will make me Into an old woman! I don't care what the whole caboodle of them think!" Five minutes after blowing oat his candle he was deeply sleeptyjgjb.,. Maidonado was leading MacLean's tent with a large bundle of used clothes under her arm. "She washes for the men." I'm going to ask her to do my khakis for me. Perhaps this woman would be willing to do all our laundry?" Gerty had been wondering what she would say to Innes. The speech which CHAPTER XXV. Smudge. -iv.' VMn her lent, where she ^writing a letter that lagged somehow, Innes Hardin had seen Rickard go to her sister's tent. She did not need to analyze the sickness of sight that watched the dancing , step acknowledge its intention. It meant wretchedness, for Tom. At a time when he most needed gentleness and sympathy rasped as he was by his humiliations and disappointments--how could any woman be so cruel? As-for Rickard, he was beneath contempt--if it were true, Gerty.'s story, told in shrugs and dashes. She had jilted him for Tom; and this hU revenge? She had^ not known that she had such feeling as the thought roused in her. It proved what the blood tie is, this tigerish passion sweeping through her, as her eyes watched that closed tent--It was for love for Tom, pity for Tom. Sex honor--why, Gerty did not know the meaning of the words! How long would it be before Tom would see what every one else was seeing? What would he do when he knewl Hating Rickard already, bitter as he was-- She was not so biased as he. She could see why Marshall had had to reorganize. Estrada had shown her and MacLean. Her sense of justice had done the rest Rickard had proved bis efficiency; the levee, the camp, the military discipline all showed the general. whether he were anything of an engineer, time would tell that. It was a/long call he was making! Suppose Tom were to come back? She ranst jwateh for him--make some ex cuse y> pull him in If he should come back before that other went--- Hateful, such eavesdropping! A prisoner to that man's gallivanting! For an Instant she did not recognize the figure outside Gerty's tent Her fears saw Tom. She reached the screen door in time to see Rickard lift his hat to a disappearing flurry of ruf fles. Angry eyes watched Rickard' step swing him away. From the levee that day, she had glimpse of the Mexican woman on her knees by the river, rubbing clothes against a smooth stone. A pile of tight-wrung socks lay on the bank. In< nes stood and watched her. "I must remember to speak of her to Gerty," she determined. "She probably does not know that there is washerwoman In camp." It was a week later before she remembered to speak of the Mexican Angry Eyes Watched Rickard. needed only an introduction was stirred into the open. "You must not" her voice trembled with anger, "you must not ask that woman. She is not to be spoken to." The girl asked her bluntly what she meant. You must not give her your washing-- must not speak to her. I've not mentioned it before. I--I hoped it would not be necessary. Tom told me not to speak of it." "Tom told you not to speak of It? Not to speak of what?" You must have observed--Mr. Rickard?" The girl's ear did not catch the short pause. "Observed Mr. Rickard?" The coolness between us. I scarcely speak to him. I don't wish to speak to him." When had all this happened, Inhec demanded of herself? Had she been sleep, throwing pity from outdated dreams? "I won't countenance a common affair like that." Her eyes, sparkling with anger, suggested jealous wrath to Innes, who had her first hint of the story. She had learned never to take the face value of her sister's verbal coin; it was only a symbol of value; it stood for something else. The yellow eyes were on the dredge bucket as It swung across the channel, but they did not register. She was angry, outraged; she did not know with whom. With Gerty for telling her, with Rickard, with life that lets such things be. She jumped up. "Oh, stop it!" She rushed out of the tent, followed by-a strange bitter smile that brought age to the face of Gerty Hardin. In her own tent, Innes lOttfiu excuse for her lack of self-control. She did not like the color of scandal; she hated smudge. Gerty had salt} the whole camp knew it; knew why the Mexican woman . was in camp! She did not trust Gerty in anything else; why should she trust her in that? She would forget Gerty's gossip. But she remembered it vividly that Week as she washed her own khakis; as she bent over the Ironing board in Gerty's sweltering "kitchenette." She thought of it as she returned Rlckard's bow in the mess tent the next morning; each time they met she thought of it And it was In her mind when she met Senora Maidonado by the river one day, and made a sudden wide curve to avoid having to speak to her. CHAPTER XXVI. • . „ Time the Umpire. The river was low; its yellow waters bore the look of oriental duplicity. Each day was now showing its progress. The two ends of the trestle were creeping across the stream from their brush aprons. A few weeks of work, at the present rate, and the gap would be closed, Hardin's big gate in it; the by-pass ready; the trap set for the Colorado. The tensity of a last spurt was in the air. It was Inspiring activity, this pitting of man's cumulative skill against an elemental force. No Caucasian mind which did not tingle, feel the privl leged thrill of it To the stolid native this day of well-paid toil was his mil lennium, the fulfillment of the prophecy. His gods had so spoken Food for his stomach, liquor for his stupefaction; the white man's money laid in a brown hand each Sunday i^nmtng was what the great gods foreopportunity? Between the two camps oscillated Coronel, silently squatting near the whites. Jabbering his primitive Raperanto to the tribes. His friendship with the white chiefs, bis age and natural leadership gave him a unique position in both camps. Assiduously, Rickard cultivated the old Indian who crouched days through by the bank of the river. The engineers felt the whip of excitement. Never a man left the camp in the morning who did not look toward that span crawling across the treacherous stream, measure that widened by-pass. Would the gate stand? The Hardin men halloed for the gate, but looked each morning to see if it were still there. The Reclamation Service meq and the engineers of the railroad were openlj skeptical; Sisyphus outdone at his own game! Estrada and Rickard looked furtively at the gate, with doubt at each other. Hardin, himself, was repressed, an eager live wire. His days he spent on the river; his nights, long hours of them, open-eyed, on his back, watching the slow-wheeling, star-pricked dome of desert sky. His was the suspense of the man on trial; this was his trial; Gerty, Rickard, the valley, his Judge and Jury. The gate grew to be a symbol with him of restored honor, an obsession of desire. It mast be all right! Rickard was all over the place. "Watching every piece of rock that's dumped in the river," complained Wooster. "Believe he marks them at night!" They were preparing for the final rush. In a week or two, the work would be continuous, night shifts to begin when the rock-pouring commenced. Large lamps were being suspended across the channel, acetylene whose candelpower was that of an arc light. Soon there would be no night at the break. When the time for the quick coup would come, the dam must be closed without break or slip. One mat was down, dropped on the floor that had already swallowed two such gigantic mouthfuls; covered with rock; pinned down to the slippery bottom with piles. Another mat was ready to drop; rock was waiting to be poured over It ; the deepest place In the channel was reduced from fifteen to seven feet Each day the overpour, anxiously measured, increased. A third steam shovel had been added; the railroad sent In several work trains fully equipped for Service; attracted by the excitement, the hoboes were commencing to come in. It was a battle of big numbers, a duel of great force where time was the umpire. Any minute hot weather might fall on those snowy peaks up yonder, and the released waters, rushing down, would tear out the defenses as a wave breaks over a child's fort made of sand. This was a race, and all knew it. A regular train dispatch system was in force that the inrushlng cars might drop their burden of rock and gravel and be off after mqje. The Dragon was being fed rude meals, its appetite whetted by the glut of pouring rock. Tod Marshall came down from Tucson in his car. The coming of the Palmyra and Claudia rippled the social waters at the front for days ahead. Gerty Hardin, too proud to tell her astonished family that she wanted to desert the mess tent, shook herself from her injury, affel "did up" all her lingerie gowns. Mrs. Marshall was not going to patronize her, even if her husband had snubbed Tom. It was hot, ironing in her tent, the doors closed. Everything carried a sting those indoor hours. She w,as aflame with hot vanity. Twice, she had openly encouraged Rickard; twice, he had flouted her. That was his kind! Men who prefer Mexicans--! She would never forgive him, never 1 She followed devious channefs to Involve Tom's responsibility. There was cabal against the wife of Hardin. Working like a servant! she called It necessity. Everything, every one punished her for that one act of folly. Life had caught her. She saw no way, as she ironed her mull ruffles, no way out of her cage. Her spirit beat wild wings against her bars. If she could see a way out I Nothing to do but to stay with Tom! Maddening, too, that at the mess table, she caught Rlckard's eyes turning toward, resting on, Innes Hardin. The girl herself did not seem to notice-- artful, subterranean, such stalking! That was why she had come running back to the Heading! That the reason of her anger when she had hinted of the Maidonado. She learned to hate Innes. Bitterly she hated Rickard. "Tom," she said one day. He turned with a Swift thrill of expectation, for her voice sounded kind; like the Gerty of old. "I have always heard that Mr. Marshall has terribly strict ideas. I think he ought to liear of that Mexican woman. It Is demoralizing in a camp like this." "I tell Marshall anything against his pet clerk?" The Hardin lip shot out. "Ile'd throw me out of the company." The pretty scene was spoiled. To his dismay, she burst into a storm of tears, tears of self-pity. Her life lay in tatters at her feet the pretty fabric rent, torn between the rude handling of those two men. She could not have reasoned out her Injury, made it convincing, built out of dreams as it was, heartless, scheming dreams. Because she could not tell it her sobbing wris the more violent her complaints incoherent. Tom gathered enough fragments to piece the old story "Ashamed of him. He had dragged He spent a few futile moment* tej- Wg to comfort her. "Don't come near me." It burst from her; a cry of revulsion. He stared at her, the woman meeting his eves In flmhori tiofinnw, Th» hatred which he saw, her bitterness, corroded his pride, scorched his self-love. Nothing wduld kill his love for her; he knew that in that blackest of moments. He would never forget that look of dread, of hate. He left her tent That night, the cot under the stars had no tenant Hardin had it oat with himself down the levee. That valley might fulfill Estrada's vision and his labor; might yield the harvest of happy homes; but his was not there. He had been the sacrifice. FINE CROPS SIKH THE MCHENRY PLAINDEAIJ3R, ILL. mm nma EDNAH AIKEN Outlook in Western Canada Never ^ More Favorable. VJ CHAPTER XXVU. , ix" Tike Walk MOmei ^Wftrdta Marshall sat at Sf her stately table In the Palmyra, mute as a statue but for the burning eyes which followed her Tod. To Innes, her guest, it was a tragic presence, of brooding solicitude. Late hoars, excitement, might abridge the life she so passionately policed; but she would not demand the sacrifice of his cigar. Marshall's cigar followed the coffee. Tony, the white-capped Italian cook of the Palmyra, was removing the cups. Innes was carrying her double Interest, listening to Tod Marshall's broad sweep, getting a new viewpoint as he minimized the local scheme--feeling that silent presence at the head of the table: Then something drove Claudia from her mind. What Mr. Marshall had said swept a disturbing calcium on Tom. What if, truly, the river fiasco could be traced to that overzealous hand? To Tom, this undertaking blotted out the rest of related big endeavor; but that was not the way her host was looking at it. He was too courteous to give her discomfort; he had not said it directly. But always It met her, rose up to smite her, wherever she was. Was it not egotism, personal pride, that was making her cover her eyes, like any simple ostrich? Her brother--assume him anybody else's brother! The dredge fiasco--the wild night at the levee--no isolated accidents those. Hardin's lack I A flush of miserable' shame came to her. How they had all been trying to spare her--Eduardo, these kindly Marshalls-- MacLean! She was turning, impulsively, to ask Tod Marshall if he thought, could he think it probable that they would fail, when a step that sent the blood to her face took the car's stairs at two leaps. Now, indeed, the dinner was spoiled. "Thafs Rickard. I forgot to tell yon that I asked hlni to dinner. He couldn't get away. He said he'd run in for coffee. Hello, Rickard. Thought you'd forgotten us!" She hadn't thought of that contingency! She found herself shaking hands with him. Could he not hear her mind, ticking away at the Maidonado episode? Of course he would Insist on seeing her to her tent Punctilious, always. Well, she just wouldn't. Perhaps she could slip out some way. She would watch her chance. "Can I talk shop for a while?" asked Rickard. They withdrew to a cushioned window seat. Innes had found her chance. She asked to be shown over the car. Innes confided her plan. Bhe wanted I I Perfect Weather Conditions Enable)! Early Seeding and Wheat Has L«nfli| Been Above Ground in the |v Land of Opportunity. The greatest optimism prevails * throughout every district In Westefi". Y ; Canada. From the eastern boundary. of Manitoba to the slopes of the Rocky ^ Mountains the farmers have been biisjjf for three weeks in seeding operation^ Last fall, even for Western Canad#v. * was an exceptional one. Threshinjg was completed at an early date an4 the amount of fall plowing made ready for crop from fifteen to twenty-five P«# cent more acreage than in any year IjlV. the brief history of the country. Ther||« fore there was ready for seeding thfj ; spring "an acreage away beyond anf«-'\ thing ever before experienced in tluft: v country. On April 20 Calgary (Alta.) report*'. 1 ed that in south country points thei#*\ was a notable spirit of optimlsiii amongst the farmers there. Moixtui* . and weather conditions were good»;. while land In most places was In the best possible condition. More tractoe# were being put into operation than la any previous year. In some parts of tft* south country, however, there was • marked shortage of labor, but in. ttiiy " consideration of the country as whole the labor outlook was bright. ^ Seeding operations were well under way in every part of Western Canada, by the fifteenth of April. The practice of the farmers in that country is to* commence as soon as the frost Is o«t of the ground enough to allow the few Inch seed bed to be worked up welt Beneath this the ground may still b#* frozeri, but from this frost the young and tender wheat roots get the niols* ture at first so necessary to Its exist* ence. The warm days of spring and the long hours of sunlight that ar* ushered In with it thaw the frost oat day by day and pay to the growing . plant the moisture as it is needed. Nature's way of producing moisture to the youhg wheat plant is one of the chief reasons why Western Canada has become world famous as a wheat-pro* ducing country. What may be said of wheat can as truly be said of oats and barley, and yes, in fact, corn, too. Rapid and strong growth is stimulated In this manner. Heavy spring rains usually occur after seeding is over and the grain well above ground. Already a report has been received,^ dated April 20, that a farmer near Cabri, Saskatchewan, had 180 acres ei~-- wheat showing above the ground. \ A good, strong and sturdy wheat - plant' is necessary when it is eS* pected that there will be produced f forty-bushel-to-the-acre crop of wheat of a quality that will weigh out it* sixty-five pounds to - the measured bushel. « • These spring wheat conditions rep» < resent but one of the reasons why Western Canada has been able to produce, with so little effort, world's record grain crops, wheat and oat» that have carried off all champion* ship awards at America's largest expositions. Western Canada has this sprtoS shipped ten thousand bushels of Maf® quls wheat, the variety that holds most of the world's championships, to Australia, where It Is to be tried outi Seventy-five tl?ousand bushels of the same variety has been sent to Franc® to be used for seed. The wheat lands of Western Canadft are probably the most undervalued dE , any on the continent. A comparatively small acreage et Western Canada's lands has been sold as high as $60 an acre. The greater " portion of the best farming land in its unimproved state may be purchased at $25 an acre. The comparison between these prices uiiu an aaniiai enue derived from grain-growing alone, with big yields and present prices, can but more firmly impress one with the certainty of a rppid increase witliia the next, few years.--Advertisement. "Thought You'd Forgotten Us." to slip out "She would not interrupt their evening; Mr. Marshall had business to discuss--" Mrs. Marshall would not hear of tt. She said that Mr. Marshall would never forgive her If she let Miss Hardin go home alone. Her opposition was softly implacable. Innes went back to the sitting room of the car angrily coerced. Rickard was still closeted, conversationally, with his superior. At last, desperately, she rose to go. Of course, he must insist upon going with her. Of course! "•I was going back early, anyway. Tm to be up at dawn tomorrow." The good-bys were said. -She found herself walking rebelliously by his side. "No, thank you!" to the offer of his arm. «. (TO BE CONTINUED.) According to the statistician of a New York trust company, there are 19,- 125 millionaires in the United States. KITS FOR YANKS IN SIBERIA Cross Train Distributes 10,000 Comfort Bags to Soldiers In Russia. Vladivostok.--A Red Cross train car Wing more than 10,000 comfort bags for American soldiers along-the trans. Siberian and Ussuri railways has been gent from Vladivostok. ' Each soldier will receive two bags, one packed by the Red Cross in Vladivgetok and one which arrived recently from the United States by transport. The combined comforts Include candy, tooth paste, tooth brush, cigarettes, chewing gum, comb, pencil, shaving stick and cigarette lighter, beside a "housewife" with a variety of utilities for mending. The train was in charge of Director S. \T. Short of the department of mlHtary relief. , - Seek Jan Sentence fofCiiH. St. Louis.--Two middle-aged men, drug fiends, visited several offices In the federal hulldj nj^ the officials In each office to have them placed In jail, declaring they were addicted to the use of drugs, had for several days been on a '"party" and believed 30 days In Jail would cure,£tuua of the drug habit. yP » Alibi for Baldheads. - Niagara Falls, N. Y.--Here's a good alibi for men with barren domes. Barbers declare most of their patrons who had "fin" are becoming absolutely bald, and the thicker the hair the harder it YANKS PROVED NOT GUILTY One Crime Attributed to Americans In Paris Committed by Frenchmen. Ptrlg.--At least one of the crimes attributed by Paris newspapers- to renegade Americans in the city has turned out to be* neither of American planning nor execution. The case was that of the theft of an automobile attributed by the Intransald to be making a specialty of this kind of crime. » The men who stole the automobile have been arrested. There were three of them and one proved to be a deserter from the French army and the others French civilian accompiicea. Loses Kidney in Operation. Boston.--Because Dr. R. H. Seel ye of Springfield Is alleged to have taken a perfectly good kidney from the left _ side of Edward R. Purchase instead of twft w^fti operating on the right side for hernia, the full bench qf the state supreme court has ruled that the patient Is entitled to a new trial of his flfUWO damage salt. Ban en Wooden Cars. Albany, N. T.--No more wooden cars will be permitted in New York state If the legislature passes a blU recently introduced. Within a yea^ all companies murft use steel can^ according to the jolll. Self-preserva^oa is m They Still Exist. "The peace-at-any-price man doesnt exist any more." "Doesn't, eh? Dont the married men count at all?" WAS IN MISERY Mrs. Jobes Was in Serious Condition From Dropsy. Doan'a Made Her Well. "I don't think man^ have gone through such misery as I,' says Mrs. C. Jobes, 139 Federal St., Burlington. N. J. '"Hiat awful pain in my back felt m though mv spine were crushed. My head ached and I had reeling and failing sensations when everything would turn black. Though the kid-, ney secretions passed ten or fifteen times in an hour, only a few drops came at a time and they felt like boiling water. I soon found I had dropsy. I bloated all over: mara My face was so swollen 1 could hardlv see out of my eyes. My ankles and feet felt as though they would burst if 1 put any weight on them. My night clothes became wringing wet with sweat and I would get chilly and shake all over. Uoan'M Kidney Pill$ soon had me feeling like a different woman. My kidneys were regulated and all the swelling went away. The achea and puins left me and after 1 had finished my eighth box of Doan't, I was as well as ever. My kidneys have never bothered tne since Doan't Kidney Pill* cured me." Snb*crib9& and sicom to hefort . J. LEEDOM SMITH. Notary Public. Gat Dms'i al Any Store, SOe a Bos DOAN'S "V.^V FOSTER MOJBURN CO, BUFFALO. N. T. There are twice as many blind pe®> pie In Russia as la the whole of the rest of Europe. * A shoal of herrings is often five es she miles in length and two or three ts breadth. Wbeo Yoor Eyes Need tart Try Marine Eye Remedy Mo Smarting -- Bjra Comfort. SO eestt •taw at mall Writa tor fnt Bya '.iiJL