+ Ong, RHEUMATISN WAS ~~ MOST SEVERE Dreadful Pains All The Time Until He Took "FRUIT-A-TIVES", MR. LAMPSON . Verona, Ont., Nov. 11th., 1915, "1 suffered for a number of years with Rhewmalism and severe Poins in Side and Back, from strains and heavy lifting. When I had given up hope of ever being well again, afriend fecommended " Fruit-a-tives" to me and after using the first box I felt so much better that 1 continued to fake them, and now I am enjoying the best of heath, thanks' to your remedy ". 3 W. M. LAMPSON. If you -= who are reading this -- have any Kidney or 'Bladder Trouble, or «suffer with Rheumatism or Pain In The lack or Stomach Troulle---give 'Fruit. a tives" a fair trial, This wonderful fruit medicine will do you a world of good, 85 it cures when everything else fails, | G0¢. « box, 6 for $2.50, trial gize, 25e. At dealers or sent postpaid on receipt of price by Fruit.-a-tives Limited, | Ottawa, p ! A AAA NA mia i ois airnd | BO Be Be eed | Lemons Whiten the Skin Beautifully! Make Cheap Lotion | oe A lee el ee ee | { The juice of two fresh lemons strained into a bottle containing three ounces of orchard white makes a whole quarter pint of the most re- markable lemon skin beautifier at about the cost one must pay for a small jar of the ordinary cold creams, Care should be taken te strain the| lemon juice through a fine cloth so no lemon pulp gets in, then this lo- tion will' keep fresh for months. Every woman knows that lemon juice is used to bleach and remove such blemishes as freckles, sallowness and tan, and is the ideal skin softener, smoothener and beautifier, Just try it! Mike up a quarter pint of this sweetly fragrant lemon lotion and inassage it daily into the face, neck, arms and hands. It should naturally help to whiten, sof- ten, freshen and bring out the hid- den roses and beauty of any skin. It is wonderful for rough, red hands. Your druggist will sell three oun- ces of orchard white at little cost, and any grocer will supply the lem- GOOD BLOOD - a wi " od wl Blotches and : out, unless the blood is Ed A BEECHAM'S "PILLS eR a var ab aver National Breweries Manutaccurers of the Famous 'Dow's and Dawes { | blend to a surprising climax. Ri | Spread out his palms, v i 7 PROLOGUE "Inside the Lines" first appeared as a stiming war drama of today, the best of its kind since "Secret Service." lis author, Earl Derr Biggers, is known to fame as the author of "Seven Keys to Bald- pate." His later play has been noy- elized by Robert Welles Ritchie, and the story opens at the outset of the present great war drama in Eu- rope. Caught by the swirl of gvents, a lovely American girl is detained in Europe and becomes innocently enmeshed in the machinations of i | spies and of the secret service of two contending nations. Every chapter is replete with mysiery and cident, skillfully woven threads that rept steal CHAPTER I. Jane Gerson, Buyer. : HAD two trunks--two, you ninny! Two! Ou est Iau tre?! : The grinning customs guard shoulders to his ears and "Mais, mam- LU lifted his selle'--, "Don't you 'mais' me, sir! trunks ~ deux I had two troncs -- when 1 got | aboard that wabbly old boat at Dover this morning. and I'm net going to budge from this wharf until 1 find the other one. Where did you learn your French, anyway? Can't you under- stand when 1 speak your language?" The girl plumped herself down on top of the unhasped trunk and folded ber arms truculently, With a quiz gical smile the customs guard looked down into her brown eyes, smoldering dangerously now, and began all over again his speech of explanation. "Wagonlit? She caught a familiar word. "Mais oui; that's where I want to go--aboard your wagon-lit, for Par- Is. Voila!" The girl earefully gave the word three syliables. "Mon ticket pour Paree!" She opened her patent leath- er reticule, rummaged furiously there- ' *The guard, you see, does not under- stand good French." In, brought out a bhandkereblef, a tiny mirror, a packet of rice papers and at last a folded and punched ticket. This | she displayed witli a triumphant flour: ish, : "Voila! II dit 'Miss Jane Gerson'-- i. THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG, SATURDAY, JANUARY. 5, 1918. BIGGERS | and Copyright, -1915;, by the Bobbs-Merrill ¢'n "A Httte misunderstanding, Miss Ger son. The customs guard says your f | other trunk has already been exam- | ined, passed aud placed on the bag: | gage van. He was trying to tell you { that it would be unecessary for you to i permit a porter to take this trunk to | the train before time for starting. { With your permission' 4 | The stranger turned aud halloed to a | porter, who came running. Miss Ger son had the trunk locked and strapped | In no time, and it"was on the shoul | ders of the porter, "You have very little time, Miss Ger- | son. The train will be making a start | directly. If 1 might--ah~--pilot you | through the station to the proper train { shed. I am not presuming?" | "You are very kind," she answered { hurriedly. | They set off, the providential Samar- | itan in the lead. Through the waiting { room and on to a broad platform, al- {most deserted, they went. A guard's { whistle shrilled. The stranger tucked | a helping hand under Jane Gerson's | arms to steady her in the sharp sprint | down adlong aisle between tracks to | where the Paris train stood. Jt began i to move before they had reached its | midlength. A guard threw open a | carriage door, in they hopped, and with | a rattle of chains and banging of buff. | ers the Express du Nord was off on | its arrow flight from Calais to the cap- | ital The carriage, which was of the sec ond class, was comfortably filled, Miss | Gerson stumbled over the. feet of a | pully Fleming nearest the door, was { launchea into the lap of a comfortably upholstered widow on the opposite i seat, ricocheted back to jam an elbow {into a French gentleman's spread | newspaper and finally was catapulted into a vacant space next to fhe win- dow onthe carriage's far side. She giggled, ticked the skirts of her pear gray duster about her, righted the chic sailor hat on ber chestnut brown head and patted a stray wisp of hair back into place. Her meteor flight into and through the carriage disturbed her not a whit. t As for the Samaritan, he stood un- certainly in the narrow cross aisle, | swaying to the swing of the carriage and reconnoitering seating possibili- ties. There was a place, & very nar- row one, next to the fat Fleming; also there was a vacant place néxt4o Jane Gerson. The Samaritan caught the | girl's glance in' his indecision, read in it something frankly comradely and chose the seat beside ber. "Very good of you, I'm sure," he murmured. "I did net wish to pre- sume" "You're not," the girl assured, and there was something so fresh, so in- i genuous, in. the tone and the level { glance of her brown eyes that the Sa | maritan felt all at once distinctly sat. Isfied with the cast of fortune that -{ had thrown him in the way of a dis- tressed traveler. He sat down with a lifting of the checkered alpine hat he wore and a gtiff little bow from the waist. ew "If I may, Miss Gérson--I am Cap- : tain Woodhouse of the signal service." | "Ob!" The girl let slip a little gasp, the meed of admiration the feminine | ear? always pays to shoulder straps. | "Signal service; that means the army 7" " iis majesty's service, yes, Miss Ger: ! son. i | "You are, of course, off duty?" she | suggested, with the faintest possible tinge of regret at the absence of the stripes and buttons that spell "soldier" with the woman, | "You might say se, Miss Gerson. { Egypt--the Nile country--is my sta. tion. Iam-on my way back there aft. vt 'er a bit of a vacation at bome-- | don of course." | She stole a quick side glance at the ' i face of her companion. A | face it was, lean and school \hat's me--moi-meme. 1 mean. And # | dit "deux troncs." Now, you can't go Uebind that, ein you? Where is that | geat other trunk ¥ _ Pardon, but if | sistance" Miss Gerson turned. A taliish man may be of ay aw noth- dng of the beau or the boulevadier about his face or manner. Miss Ger .8on accepted bis interveution as heavs on sent, SE : 3 "Oli, thank you ever so much! guard, you see, doesn't : » - nd : broad, humorous mouth aud tiny nose slightly nibbed upwa Miss Up to the Minute New York, indeed' From the cocked red feather in her hat to the dainty spatted Loots Jane Gerson appeared in Woudlipuie's eyes a per fect, virile, vividly alive American zirl, He'd met ber kind Lefore: bad seen them ULrowbenting lazaaf wer- chants iu Cairo and riding desert don- j keys like strong young queens. The type appented to him. The first stiffness of informal meet- Ing wore away speedily. The girl taet- folly directed the channel of conversa- tion jute lines familiar to \Woodhouse. What was Egypt fike? Who owned the pyramids, und why didn't the own- ers plant a park /areund them and charge admittance? Didn't te think Rameses and all those other old pha- raols had the right ided in advertising putting up stotie billboards to last all time? The questions came crisp and starting; Woodhouse found himself chuckling wt the shrewd incisiveness of them. Rameses au advertiser and the pyramids stone hoardings to carry all those oll hors' fame through the ages: He'd never looked on them in that light befure "I say. Miss epson. wd make an excellent business person, now, really," ihe captain~veied his admiration, "Just cable that ar my expense to old Pop Hildebrand, of Hildebrand's lepartment store. New York," she iasbed back at him. "I'm trying to couvince him of just that very thing." "Really, now-a department shop! What. may 1 ask. do you have to de for--ah--Pop Hildebrand ¥ "Oh, Vm his foreign buyer," Jane an swered. with.a conscious note of pride, 'I'm over hepe to Luy gowns for the winter senson, you see." "Mud this Hildebranl. he sends you over here alone just to buy pretties for New York's wonderful women? Aren't You just a bit--ab--nervous to be over in this part of the world--alone?' "Not 'In the least," the girl caught him up. "Not about the alone part, | should say. Maybe I'm fidgety and sort of "worried about makiog geod on the job. This is my frst trip--my very first as a-boyer for [lik¢drand. And. of course, if 1 should fall down'-- "Fall down? Woodliouse echoed, mystified. 'The girl laughed and gruck ber left wrist a smart blow with her gloved right hand. "There 1 go again--slang; 'vulgar American slang," you'll call ft. If 1 could only rattle off the French as easily as I do New Yorkese I'd De a wonder. I mean I'm afraid I wont make good." "Oh!" "But why should I worry about com- ing over alone?' Jane urged. "Lots of American girls come over here nlone with an American flag pinned to their shirt waists and wearing a Baedeker for a wrist watch. Nothing ever hap- pens to them." ' Captain Woodliouse looked oyt on the figing panorama of straw thatched houses and fields heavy with green grain. words. He glanced at the passenger across the aisle, a wizened little meu, asleep. Iu a lowered voice be began: "A woman alone--over here on the continent at this time! Why 1 very much fear she will bave great difficu~ ties when the--ab--trouble comes." "Trouble?" Jane's eyes were ques- tioning. "I do not wish to be an alarmist, Miss Gerson," Captain Woodhouse con. tinued, hesitant. "Goodness knows we've had enough calamity shouters awong- the Unionists at home. But. bave you considered what you would do--bow you would get back to Amer: ica in case of-war? The last word was almost a whisper. L "War?" stie echoed. "Why, you don't mean all this talk in the papers is'"'-- "Is serious, yes." Woodhouse an- swered quietly: "very serious." g "Why. Captain Woodhouse, I thought bere, just as our papers are filled each IT'S-YOUR LIVER! YOURE BILIOUS, ~~ HEADACHY, SICK! Don't Stay Constipated With Breath Bad, Stomach Sour or a ' A Enjoy Life! Bowels He seemed to be balancing you hud war ralk every summer overs Liven Your Liver and| Toni Feel | I. el spring With gossfp savour DOW Tyagner is going to retire from {he game or the Yanks are going to be sold. It's your regular midsntumer outdoor sport over here this stirring ap the atimais." i Woodhouse smiled. though his gray ! 'eyes were filled with something Bot | mirth. ; # "1 fear the animals are--stirred. as you say, too far this time" he re sumed. "The assassination of the Archduke Ferd -- "Yes. 1 remember I did read some. thing about that in the papers at howe. But archdukes and kings have heen killed before and no war came of it , in Mexico they murder a president be- fore he has a chance to send out 'At bome' cards." "Europe is so different from Mexl- co," her companion continued, the lines of bis face deepening. "1 am afraid you over in the states do not know the dangerous politics bere: you are so far away: you sbould thank God for that. You gre not in a land where 'one man--or tig or three<~may say,' 'We will now go Yo war,' and then you go, willy nilly." The seriousness of the captain's speech and the fear that he could not keep from his eyes sobered the girl | She looked out on the sun drenched plains of Pas de Calais, where toy villages, bedged fields and squat farm- houses lay all in order. established, seeming for all time in the comfortable | doze of security. The plodding mant- | kine in the fields. the slumberous oxen | drawing the barrows amid the beet rows, pigeons circling over the straw hutches by the tracks' sides--all this denied the possibility of war's cor rosion, "Ben't yon think everybody is suf- fering from -a bad dream when they say there's to be fighting?" she queri- ed. "Surely it is impossible that folks | over here would all consent to destroy this." Sbe waved toward the peaceful countryside. "A bad dream, yess But one that will end in a nightmare," be answered, "Tell me, Miss Gerson, when will you be through with your work in Paris and on your way back to America? "Not for a month, that's sure. May- be I'll be longer if I like the place." Woodhouse pondered. "A month. This is the 10th of July. I am afraid-- 1 say, Miss Gerson, please do not set me down for a med- | dler--this short acquaintance and all | that--but may I not urge on you thas | you finish your work in Paris and get | back to England at least in two weeks?" { The captain had turned and was look- | ing into the girl's eyes with an earnest intensity that startled her. *I cannot | tell you ali I know, of course. | may : not even know the truth, fhough I | think 1 have a bit of it) right' enough | But. one of your sort--to be caught | alone ou this side of the water by the | madness that is brewing! By George, 1 do not like to think of it!" "1 thank you, Captain Woodhouse. | for your-- warning," Jane answered | him, and impulsively she put out ber | 'hand to-his. "But, you see, I'll have to | run the risk. I couldn't go scampering back to New York hike a scared pussy- 'cat just because somebody starts a war " thank you, Captain Woodhouss, for your warning." over here. I'm om trial, This is my first trip as buyer for Hildebrand, and it's a case of make or break with me War or no war, I've got to make good. Anyway"-this with a toss of her round I Yury, Mother! Remove Poisons YOUR SICK CHILD | IS: CONSTIPATED! LOOK AT TONGUE! From Little Stomach, Liver, Bowels, . Give "California Syrup of Figs" if Cross, Bilious or Fev 0 . No matter what ails your child; a gentle, thorough laxative should al- ways be the first treatment given, It your little one is out-of-sorts, half-sick, isn't resting, eating and acting naturally--Ilook, Mother! see if tongue is coated. This is a sure sign that the little stomach, liver and bawels are clogged with waste. When cross, irritable, feverish, stomach sour, breath bad or has stomach- ache, diarrhoea, sore throat, full of cold, give =u teaspoonful of "Cali-' fornia Syrup of Figs," and ih a few hours all the constipated poison, un- digested food and sour bile gently moves out of the little bowels with- | out griping, and you have a well, playful child again, '1 Mothers can rest easy after giving! this harmiesss "fruit laxative," be- cause it never falls to cleanse, the little one's liver and bowels and Sweeten the stomach and they dearly love its pleasant taste. Fuli direc- tions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups printed on each bottle, . Beware syrups. a bottle of counterfeit fig Ask your druggist 'for of "California Syrup of Figs;" then see that it is made by the "California Fig Syrup Com- pany." A Pat of Butter. une pat or servin. vutter is a lit tle thing. There are about sixty-four of them in a pound, says the depart ment of agriculture. In many households the Lutter left on the plates probably would equal one put. or one-quarter of an ounce daily, scraped off into the garbage pail. But if every due of our 20,000,000 households should waste one-quarter : of an ouuce of butter daily on the av: erage it would medi 312300 pounds a day--1H1.062,500 pounds a year. To make this buttér would take 285, 201,500 gallons of milk, or the product of vver ball a milllon cows. Tlie Uuited States department of ag ricolture, Washington, or your state agriculture college will tell you how to use efery bit of bitter in covkery,-- Died For His Mates. There is a tablet in the saijors' home at Mélbourne to James Marr. He was a sailor before the mast on the Rip. On July 15. 1873, the Rip was caught in a squall. Marr sat astride of the gall when a great wave broke over the boat and brought déwn the mainmast. There was only one chance to save the Rip. 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