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Y wmm mmm * w- r - T^S *> % * > < < f t > - k 1 ^ * 7 ^ v , ILL. V VL«fT" "^".gr *gy ••*"> - . a; ,- £ ' • * \ 1 f:<» 4 .' •"W^ h V4&UKL2 f/ A Story That Combines the Thrill of Modenf Detective Fiction With ^Kfhi ,"'"!-'Vg '*£*.• ••"-**:- i'l-- "h kr (MAaUwMsnS "WW omance o lan WHEN ISMAIL AND THE OTHERS COMPOSING KING'S SUARD DISCOVER THE CLEVERNESS OFHIS DISGUISE " THEY ARE FIRST PUZZLED, THEN DELIGHTED. Synopsis.--At the beginning of the world war Capt. Athelstan King of the British Indian firmy and of Its secret service, Is ordered to Delhi to meet Yasmini, a dancer, and go with her to Kirijan to meet the outlaws there who are said by spies to be preparing for a jihad or holy war. On his way to Delhi King quietly foils a plan to assassinate him and gets evidence that Yasmini is after him. He meets Rewa Gunga, Yasmini's man, who says she has already gone north, and at her town house witnesses queer dances. Ismail, an Afridi, be­ comes his body servant and protector. He rescues some of Yasmini's hUlmen and takes them north with him, tricking the Hangar into going ahead. The Rangar deserts him at a dangerous time. He meets bis brother at All Masjid fort. 5 , •/; ! Si ?$y~ fr> (f / '. 'X.* ' " • <7*Ar^ CHAPTER VH I--Continued. The packs were laid on the ground, and the mules shook themselves, while the jackals , that haunt the Kliyber came closer, to sit in a ring and •watch. King dug a flashlight out of one of the packs, gave it to Ismail to hold, sat on the other pack and began 'to write on a memorandum pad. It was a minute before he could persuade Ismail that the flashlight was harm­ less, and Another minute before he could get him to hold it still. Then, however, he wrote swiftly. In the Khyber, a mile below you. Dear Old Man--I would like to run in and see you, but circumstances don't permit. Several people sent your their regards by me. Herewith go two mules and their packs. Make any use of the mules you like, but store the loads where I can draw on them in case of need. I would like to have a talk with you before taking the rather desperate step I In­ tend, but I don't want to be seen enter­ ing or leaving All Masjid. Can you come down the pass without making your In­ tention known? It is growing misty now. ought to be easy. My men will tell you where I am and show you the way. Why not destroy this letter?--Athelstan. He folded the note and stuck a post­ age stamp on it in lieu of a seal. Then he examined the pocks with the aid of the flashlight, sorted them and ordered two of the mules reloaded. "You three!" he ordered then. "Take the loaded mules into All Masjid fort. Take this chit, yoo. Give it to the sahib in command there." "To hear is to obey!" said the near­ est man. They took the mules' leading Wins and before they had gone ten paces were swallowed in the mist that had begun to flow southeastward. The (tight grew still, except for the whim­ pering of jackals. Ismail came nearer and squatted at Sing's feet. Darya Khan came closer too. King had tied the reins of the two horses and the one remaining mule together in a knot and was sit­ ting on the pack. Solemn, almost motionless, squatted on their hunkers, they looked like two great vultures watching an animal die. They sat in silence lor five minutes. Then suddenly the two hillmen shud­ dered, although King did not bat an eyelid. Din burst Into being. A volley ripped out of the night and thundered down the pass. "How-utt! Hukkums dar?" came the insolent challenge half a minute after It--the proof positive that Ali Masjid's guards neither slept nor were afraid. A weird wall answered the chal­ lenge, and there began a tossing to and fro of words, that was prelude to a Shouted invitation: "Ud-vanee-frrrennen-orsss-werrul1" English can be as weirdly distorted as wire, or any other supple medium, native levies advance distortion to the potht of art; but the language •minds no less good In the chilly gloom of a Khyber night. Followed another wait, this time of half an hour. Then a man's foot­ steps--a booted, leather-heeled man. Striding carelessly. Not far behind him •was the softer noise of sandals. The " j#|m began to whistle "Annie Laurie." •'Charles? That you?" called King. Ismail smote him! Can a man with a bellyache stand guard? His moaning will betray both him and me!" ob­ jected "Lord of the Rivers." "Take him and go!" commanded King. "But--" . King was careful now not to show his bracelet. But there was something in his eye and in his attitude--a subtle, suggestive somethlng-or-other about him--that was rather more con­ vincing than a pistol~or a stiek. Darya Khan thrust his rifle's end into the hurt man's stomach for encouragement and started off in the mist. "Come and ache out of the sahibs' sight!" he snarled. In a minute King and his brother stood unseen, unheard in the shadow by a patch of silver moonlight. Athel­ stan sat down on the mule's pack. "Well?" said the younger. "Tell me. I shall have to hurry. You see I'm in charge back there. They saw me come out, but I hope to teach 'em a lesson going back." Athelstan nodded. "Good !" he said. "I've a roving commission. I'm or­ dered to enter Khlnjan caves." His brother whistled. "Tall order! "What's, your plan?" "Haven't one--yet Know more when I'm nearer Khlnjan. You can help no end." "How? Name It!" "I shall go in disguise. Nobody can put the stain on as well as you. But tell me something first. - Any news of a holy war yet?" His brother nodded. "Plenty of talk about one to come," he said. "We keep hearing of that lashkar that we can't locate, under a mullah whose name seems to change with the day of the week. And there are everlasting tales about the 'Heart of the Hills.'" "No explanation of 'em?" Athelstan asked him. "None! Not a thing!" "D'you know of Yasmini T' "Heard of her, of course," said his brother. "Has she come up the pass?" His brother laughed. "No, neither she nor a coach and four." "I have heard she's up the pass ahead of me," said Athelstan. "She hasn't passed Ali Masjid 1" said his brother, and Athelstan nodded. "Are the Turks in the show yet?" asked Charles. "Not yet. But I know they're ex* pected in." "You bet they're expected in!" The young man grinned from ear to ear. "They're working both tides under to prepare the tribes for it. They flatter themselves they can set alight a holy war that will put Timour Ilang to shame. You should hear my Jezailchies talk at night when they think I'm not listening!" -- "The jezailchles'U stand though," said Athelstan. "Stake my life on It1" said his leather bag that had caused Ismail so much concern and shook out from it a pile of odds and ends at which his brother nodded with perfect under­ standing. The principal Item was a piece of silk--forty or fifty yards of it--tfiftt he proceeded to bind into a turban on his head, his. brother lending him a guiding, understanding finger at every turn. When *hat was done, the man who had said he looked in the least like a British officer would have lied. One after another he drew on native garments, picking them from the pile beside him. So, by rapid stages he de­ veloped into a native hhkim--by creed a converted Hindu, lilcb Rewa Gunga --one of the men who practice yunani, br modern medicine, without a license and with a very great deal of added superstition, trickery and guesswork. "I wouldn't trust you with a ha'pen­ ny !" announced his brother when he had done. "The part to a T," "Well--take these into the fort for me, will you?" His brother caught the bundle of discarded' European clothes and tucked them under his arm. "Now, remember, old man! We've got to hold the Khyber. and we can't do it by rid­ ing pell-mell into the first trap set for us! Be a coward, if that's the name you care to give it. You needn't tell me you've got orders to hunt skirmish- erj, to a standstill because I Joiow bet-_ ter." "How d'you know better?" "Never mind! I've been seconded to your crowd. I'm your senior, and I'm $ ; 1 "That you, old man?" A man in khaki stepped into the '|,;<;.||*>onllght. He was so nearly the liu- ' age of Athelstan King that Ismail and Darya Khau stood up and stared. Athelstan strode to meet him. Their Walk was the same. Angle for angle, line for line, they might have been one man and his shadow, except for three- ; , quarters of an inch of stature. ; p J "Glad to see you, old man," said "f Athelstan. yj "Sure, old chap!" said Charles; and '** f>ey shook hands. |§',.'k:'v "What's the desperate proposal?" w' * Msked the younger. ;*y," "I'll tell you when we are alone." ifc y His brother nodded and stood a step •side. The three who had taken the Bote to the fort came closer--partly to «all attention to themselves, partly to Claim credit, partly because the outer . Silence frightened them. They elbowed Ismail and Darya Khan, and one of them received a savage blow In the Stomach by way of retort from Ismail. Jr ̂ Before that spark could start an $x* I*108100 Athelstan interfered, f ; "Ismail! Take two men. Go down ,, , $he pass out of earshot, and keep §f / 001,16 back when 1 whistle rf " ^ thus--but no sooner!" $ T - He put fingers between his teeth and until the night shrilled back at |»im. Ismail seized the leather bag and -ftarted to obey. j "Leave that bag. Leave it, I say!" But some man may steal It, sahib, ow shall a thief know there is no inoney In it?" "Leave it and go!" Ismail departed, grumbling, and C*'V\jJ'^IKing turned on Darya Khan, fir" •Take the remaining men and go up It* - tjth® pass!" he ordered. "Stand out of Come when m ; an / ̂ earshot and keep watch. rm whistle !w "But this one has a bellyache where brother. "They'll stick to the last man!" "I can't tell you," said Athelstan, "why we're not attacking brother Turk before he's ready. But my job is to help make the holy war seem unprofit­ able to the tribes, so that they'll let the Turk down hard when he calls on 'em. Every day that I can point to forts held strongly in the Khyber is a day In my favor. There are sure to be raids. In fact, the more the merrier, provided they're spasmodic. We must keep 'em separated--keep 'em swarm­ ing too fast--while I sow other seeds among 'em." His brother nodded. Sowing seeds was almost that family's hereditary job. Athelstan continued: "Hang on to Ali Masjid like a leech, old man! The day one raiding lash­ kar gets command of the Khyber's throat, the others'll all believe they've won the game. Nothlng'll stop 'em! Look out for traps. Smash 'em on sight. But don't follow up too far!" "Sure," said diaries. "Help me with the stain now, will you?" With bis flashlight burning as If Its battery provided current by the week instead of by the minute, Athelstan dragged open the mule's pack and pro­ duced a host of things. He propped a mirror against the pack and squatted in front of It. Then he passed a lit­ tle bottle to his brother, and Charles attended to the chin-strap mark that would have betrayed him a British of­ ficer in any light brighter than dusk. In a few minutes his whole face was darkened to one hue, and Charles stepped back to look at it. "Won't need to wash yourself for a month!" he said. "The dirt won't show!" He sniffed at the bottle. "But that stain won't come off If yon do wash--never worry I You'll do finely." "Not yet, I won't!" said Athelstan, picking up a little safety razor and be­ ginning on his mustache. In a min­ ute he had his upper lip bare. Theu his brother bent over him and rubbed In stain where the scrubby mustache had been. After that Athelstan unlocked the PtALT OA) V^Ltf-MTV/vC1 In a Few Minutes His Whole Face Was Darkened to One Hue, and Charles Stepped Back to Look at It. giving you orders. Hit hard'when you have to, but for God\s sake, old man, ware traps!" "All right," said his brother. "Then good-by, old man!" "Good-by, Athelstan!" They stood facing and shook hands. Where had been a man and his reflec­ tion in the mist, there now seemed to be the same man and a native. Athel­ stan King had changed his very ma­ ture with his clothes. He stood like a native--moved like one; even his voice was changed, as if--like the actor who dyed himself all over to act Othello-- he could do nothing by halves. " 'By, Charles!" Officers in that force are not chosen for their clumsiness, or Inability to move silently by night. His footsteps died in the mist almost as quickly as his shadow. Before he had been gone a minute the pass was silent as death again, and though Athelstan listened with trained ears, the only sound he could detect was of a Jackal cracking a bone fifty or sixty yards away. I'"- ff •' CHAPTER IX. King repacked the loads, potting everything back carefully into the big leather envelopes and locking the empty handbag, after throwing in a few stones for Ismail's benefit. Then he went to sit In the moonlight, with his back to a great rock and waited there cross-legged to give his brother time to make good a retreat through the mist. When there was. no more doubt that his own men, at all events, had failed to detect the lieutenant, he put two fingers ln^ his mouth and whistled. Almost at once he heard sandals come pattering from both directions. As they emerged out of the mist he sat silent and still. It was Darya Khan who came first and stood gaping at him, but Ismail was a very close sec­ ond, and the other three were only a little behind. For full two minutes after the man with the sore stornach had come they all stood holding one another's arms, astonished. Then- Our sahib--King sahib--where la he?" asked Ismail. "Gone!" Even King's voice was so completely changed that men who had been reared amid mutual suspicion could not rgcog nize it. "But there are his loads! There Is his mule!" "Here is his bag!" said Ismail, pouncing on It, picking it VfMend shak­ ing It. "It rattles not as formerly! There Is more in It than there was I" "His two horses and the mule are here." said Darya Khan. "Did I say he took them with him?" asked the hakim, who sat still with his back to a rock. "He went because 1 came! He left me here In charge! Should he not leave the wherewithal to make one comfortable, since I must do his work? Hah! What do I see? man bent ntnrrly double? That means a bellyache l Who should hav« a beHy- Always there are timid patients who ^ .'4 ache when I have potions, lotions, balius to heal all Ills, magic charms and talismans, big and little pills--and at such a little price! So small a prico! Show roe the belly and pay your money! Forget not the money, for nothing is free except air, water and the Word of God! I have puid money for water before now, and where Is the mullah who will not take a fee? Nay, only air costs nothing! For a . rupee, then--for one rupee I will heal the sore belly and forget to be ashamed for taking such a little fee!"'.:'., ' "Whither went the sahib? Nay- show us proof!" objected Darya Khan; and fsniail stood back a pace to scratch his flowing beard and think. "The sahib left this with me!" said King,, and held up his wrist. The gold bracelet Rewa Gunga had given him gleamed In the pale moonlight. "May God be with thee!" boomed all five men together. King jumped to his feet so sudden­ ly that all five gave way in front of him, and Darya Khan brought his rifle to the port. "Hast thou never seen me before?" he demanded, seizing Ismail by the shoulders and staring straight into his eyes. "Nay, I never saw thee!" "Look again!" - He tiirned his head, to ehow his face In profile. "Nay, I never saw thee!" "Thou, then! Thou with the belly! Thou! Thou!" They all denied ever having seen him. So he stepped back until the moon shone full In his face and pulled off his turban, changing his expression at the same time. "Now look!" "Ma'uzblllah! (May ,G.od protect ns!)" Now ye know me?" Hee-yee-yee!" yelled Ismail, hug­ ging himself by the elbows and begin­ ning to dance from side to side. "Hee- yee-yee! What said I? Said I not so? Said I not this Is a different man? Said I not this is a good one--a man of unexpected things? Said I not there was magic in the leather bag? I shook It often and the magic grew! Hee-yee-yee! Look at him ! See such cunning! Feel him ! Smell of him! He Is a good one--good!" Three of the others stood and grinned, now that their first shock of surprise had died away. The fourth man poked among the packs. There was little to see except gleaming teeth and the white of eyes, set in hairy faces in the mist. But Ismail danced all by himself among the stones of Khyber road and he looked like a bearded ghoul out for an airing. Hee-yee-yee! She smelt out a good one! Hee-yee-yee! This is a man after my heart! Hee-yee-yee! God preserve me to see the end of this! This one will show sport! Oh-yee-yee- yee!" King watched the faces of the other four men. He saw them slowly waken to understanding of what Ismail meant by "worker of spells" and "magic in the bag" and knew that he had even greater hold on them now than Yas­ mini's bracelet gave him. Ma'uzblllah!" they murmured as Is­ mail's meaning dawned and they recog­ nized a magician In their midst. "May God protect us!" "May God protect me! I have need ftf it!" said King. "Wlfat shall my new name be? Give ye me a name! Khan 1b a title of respeet. Since I wish for respect, I will call myself Khan. Name me a village the first name you can think of--quick!" "Kurt-am," said Ismail, at a hazard. "Kurram is good. Kurram I ami Kurram Khan is my name hencefor­ ward! Kurram Khan the dakltar!" "But where is the sahib who came from the fort to talk?" asked the man whose stomach ached yet from Ismau and Darya Khan's attentions to It.. Gone!" announced King. "He went with the other one!" Went whither? Did any see him go?" "Is that thy affair?" asked King, and the man collapsed. It is not considered wise to the north of Jamrud to argue with a wizard, or even With a man who only claims to be one. This was a man who had changed his very nature almost under their eyes. "Even his other clothes have gone!" murmured one man, he who had poked nbout among the pacl(£? "And now, Ismail, Darya Khan, ye two dunderheads!--ye bellies without brains!--when was there ever a dakl­ tar--a hakim, who had not two assist­ ants at the least? Have ye never seen, ye blinder-than-bats--how one man holds a patient while his boils are lanced, and yet another makes the hot iron ready?" "Aye! Aye!" They had both seen that often. "Then, what are ye?" They gaped at him. Were they to work wonders too? Were they to be part and parcel of the miracle? Watch­ ing them. King saw understanding dawn behind Ismail's eyes and knew he was winning more than a mere ad­ mirer. He knew it might be days yet. might be weeks before the ti^ith was out, but it seemed to him that Ismail was at heart his friend. And there are no friendships stronger than those formed in the Khyber and beyond--no more loyal partnerships. The 'Hills' are the home of contrasts, of blood- feuds that last until the last-bu't-one man dies, and of friendships that no crime or need or slander can efface. If the feuds are to be avoided like the devil, the friendships are worth hav­ ing. "There Is another thing ye might do," he suggested, "if ye two grown men are afraid to see a boll silt open. hang back and refuse to drink the medicines. There should be one or two among the crowd who will come jforward and swallow the draughts eagerly, in proof that no harm results. iBe ye two they!" ^ Ismail spat savagely. "Nay! Bismillah! Nay, nayI I will hold them who have bolls, stttlng firmly on their bellies--so--or between their shoulders--thus--when the boils are behind! Nay, I will drink no draughts !* I am a man, not a cess­ pool!" "And I will study how to heat hot irons!" said Darya Khan, with grim conviction. "It -is likely that, having worked for a blacksmith ohce, I may learn quickly! Phaughghgh ! I have tasted medaceen ! I have drunk Apsin saats (Epsom salts).** He spat, too, in a very fury of remi­ niscence. "Good !" said King. "Henceforward. then, I am Kurram Khan, the dakltar, and ye two are my assistants, Ismail to hold the men with boils, and Darya Khan to heat the irons--both of ye" to be my men and support me with words when need be!" "Aye!" said Ismail, quick to think of details, "and these others shall be the tasters!" "We will not drink the medicines!" announced the man who had a stom­ ach ache. "iSay, nay!" But Ismail hit him with the back of his hand in the stomach again and danced away, hugging himself and shouting "Hee-yee-yee!" until the jackals Joined him in discontented chorus and the Khyber pass became fijll of weird howling. Then suddenly the old Afridi thought of something else and came back to thrust Sals face close to King's. 'Why be a Rangar? Why he a Raj­ put, sahib? She loves us hillmen bet­ ter !" 'Do I look like a hlllmasi of the •Hills'?" asked King. 'Nay, not now. But he who cajj. work ofie miracle can work another. Change thy skin once more and be a true Hillman!" 'Aye!" King laqghed. "And fall heir to a blood-feud with every second man I chance upon! Better b6 a converted Hindu and be despised by some than have cousins in the 'Hills'I Is that clear, thou oaf?" "Aye! Thou art more cunning than any man I ever met!" The great Afridi began to rub the tips of his fingers through his straggly beard In a way that might mean any­ thing, and King seemed to draw con­ siderable satisfaction from it, as if it were a sign language that just then he needed a friend, and he certainly did not propose to refuse such a useful one. "And," he added, as if it were an afterthought, instead of his chief rea­ son, "if her special man Rewa Gunga Is a Rangar, and is known as a Ran­ gar throughout the 'Hills,' shall I not the more likely win favor by being a Rangar too? If I wear her bracelet and at the same time am a Rangar, who will not trust me?" "True!" agreed Ismail. "True! Thou art a magician!" But the moon was getting low and Khyber would be dark again in half an hour, for the great crags in the dis­ tance to either hand shut off more light than do the Khyber walls. The mist, too, was growing thicker. It was time to make a move. King rose. "Pack the mule and bring my horse!" he ordered and they hur­ ried to obey with alacrity born of new respect, Darya Khan attending to the trimming of the mule's load in person Instead of snarling at another man. It was a very different little escort from the one that had come thus far. Like King himself. It had changed its very nature in fifteen minutes! They brought the horse and King laughed at them, calling them Idiots-- men without eyes. 'I am Kurram Khan, the dakltar, but who in the 'Hills' would believe it? ft I v OtHAj* "Kurram Kahn Is My Name Hencefor* wardl Kurram Khan the Dakitarl" Look now--look ye and tell me what is wrong?" He pointed to the horse, and they stood In a row and stared. "The saddle?" Ismail suggested. "It Is a government urrflcer's saddle.** "Stolen 1" said King, and they nodded. "Stolen along with the horse I" "Aye!" "Shorten those stirrups, then, six holes at the least! Men will laugh at me If I ride like a British arrflcer 1" "Aye!" said Ismail, hurrying to obey. "Now," he said, gathering the reins and swinging Into the saddle, "Who knows the way to KhlnjanX* "Which of us does not?" "Ye all know it? Then ye all are border thieves and worse! No honest man knowii that road I Lead on, Darya Khan, thou Lord of Rivers I Forward marchl" So Darya Khan led the. way with his rifle, and King's face jglowed in ciga­ rette light not very far behind him as he legged his horse up the narrow track that led northward out of the Khyber bed. It would he a long time before he would dare smoke a cigar again, and his supply of cigarettes was destined to dwindle down to nothing before that day. But he did not seem to mind. . "Cheloh!" he called. "Forward, men of the mountains! Kuch dar nahin hai!" "Thy mother and the spirit of a fight were one!" swore Ismail Just in front of him, stepping out lllse a boy going to a picnic. "She will love thee! Allah 1 She will love thee! Allah! Allah 1" The thought seemed to appal him. For hours after that he climbed ahead in silence. * Comes, the big adventure for King--he arrives at the entrance to Klnjan caves and learns he must prove he has slain an Eng­ lishman before the guard will admit him. (TO BE CONTINUED.) WRITER'S PEN IS FREAKISH There Have Been Many Instances of Authors Mechanically Saying Something Not Intended. Many, If not most, writers have had to bewail the occasional freakishness of the pen in putting down on paper something very different from that In­ tended by its author, says a writer in the Westminster Gazette. Readers of Sir George Trevelyan's "Life of Macau- lay" will recall the historian's horror when, too late, he discovered that he had written in the Edinburgh Review that "it would be unjust to estimate Goldsmith by "The Vicar of Wake­ field,' or Scott by "The Life of Na­ poleon," when he really Intended to say that it would be unjust to estiiftate Goldsmith by his "History of Greece." There was, too, an amusing slip of the pen perpetrated by the grave Sir Archi­ bald Alison in including Sir Peregrine Pickle instead of Sir Peregrine M* It- land among the pallbearers at the dufee of Wellington's funeral. Another striking instance of the pen mechanically writing something not in­ tended came1 under notice the other day on the title page of a reprint of a once famous book, Jane Porter's "Scot­ tish Chiefs." This edition, published some years ago by a well-known Lon­ don house, describes Miss Porter as author of 'Pride and Prejudice,' 'Sense and Sensibility,' etc., etc!" Doubtless the Christian name of "Jane" Induced the slip. All remember, and nearly all --Charlotte Bronte was one .notable ex­ ception--love Jane Austen; not so many remember Jane Porter. Mexico an Indian Country? It is of importance to inquire into the attitude taken by the southern Indians of Mexico toward the official Spanish civilization, says the New Re­ public. If it Is difficult for an out­ sider only slightly acquainted with the southern Indians to understand the reasons for their marked hatred of the Spaniards . . . it seems self- evident of anyone "who has spent any time with them. 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During the year 1915 the comi panles realised a profit of 7,900,975 marks, which was much In exoess of their average earnings, and the busi­ ness of the year showed an Increi.M in Insured values of 40^000,000 marks --Scientific American* I Woman's Burdens are lightened when she turns to the right medicine. If her existence Is m^de gloomy by the chronic weaknesses, deli- derangements, and painful disorders chat afflict ner sex, she will find relief and emancipation from her troubles In Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription. If she's overworked, nervous, or " run-down," she finds new life and strength. It's a power­ ful, invigorating tonic ana nervine which was discovered and used by an eminent physician for many years, in all cases of * female complaints" and weaknesses. 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Hannah Kibey, 4822 Fairfield Ave. Qutnct, III.-- "Some years ago I suf­ fered from a nervous breakdown, brought on by woman's weakness. I saw Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription advertised and bought a bottle. Two bottles restored me to absolutely perfect health and I have never had any return of woman's weak­ ness since. I am very glad indeed to rec­ ommend Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription as an ideal medicine for women.'*--MBS. M. A. Giu.?, 403 S. Third Street. Stop That Cold At Once CASCARA M QUININE Tha old family remedy--in tablet form--safe, sure, eaay to take. No opiate*--no unpleasant after effects. Cures colds in 24 hours--Grip in 3 Money back if it fails. Oct the days. genuine box with Red Top and Mr. Hill's picture on it 24 Tablets for 2Sc. At Any Drug Stee* much Boom in African Trade. "The wrist watch has done for our trade." . "Where is your trade?" "It is mainly in Africa. Formerly we couldn't sell a native a watch be­ cause he wore no pockets to carry It In." The Straight Tip. He--Are you sentimental T She--It depends. He--On what? She--On the restaurant and the (H&- ner,--Passing Show. ' With the Pacifists. "Terflble about the Smith de Pia­ sters, isn't It?" "What's the matter now?" "Oh! they are constantly fighting about which one is the more peaceably Inclined." * Machine Men. Major--Who will take charge of Our machine gun? Private Smith--Corporal Hlggtns was one of the best machine men In our ward; let him do it.--Puck. One's Duty. If duty were always pleasant there would be no particular credit in do­ ing it. What They Say. A bachelor's exclamation is, "A lass!" A BTPiBmBtion is, "Al men I** Britain has 5,000,000 working wom­ en. Two GREATGRAINS are combined in the perfected ready-cooked cereal-- This appetMngbfend of Wheat and Barley is over 98% Food. f (ECONOMICAL HEALTHFUL DELIGHTFUL "MM Another Suggestion. "I hope there won't be any shortage of fuel." "So do I," returned Miss Cayenne^ "If there Is, I am going to suggest that baseball be played the year round. No­ body seems to pay the slightest atten­ tion to the climate when he can stand out in the street and watch a score­ board." Liberal Givers. , The trouble with advice It that- those who have done the least have the most to give. :.3 • •Mk