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Stiv* 0\WSM IS MUM* A NOVEL by REX BEACH, •m; J 4 111 •'%r Author of ••THB IRON TRJUk" **TH1 SPOILER*," i -HEART OF THB MJNSBT." ftt* T ' , •; __ •, •'•'&.*£- . (Conrriih*. br Henwend ' ; p- ESTEBAN AND HIS LITTLE BAND ARRIVE JU^F IN TIM£ T0 SAVE ROSA FROM HORRiBLE FATE. f Synopsis.--Don Esteban Verona, a Cuban planter, hides his wealth --money, jewels and title deeds--In a well on his estate. The hiding place Is known only to Sebastian, a slave. Don Esteban's wife dies at the birth of twins, Esteban and Rosa. Don Esteban marries the avaricious Donna Isabel, who tries unsuccessfully to wring the secret of the hidden treasure from Sebastian. Angered at his refusal, she urges Don Esteban to sell Evangellna, Sebastian's daughter. Don Esteban refuses, but In the course of a gambling orgle, he risks Evangellna at cards and loses. Crased by the loss of his daughter, Sebastian kills Don Esteban and is. .himself killed. Many years pass and Donna Isabel is unable to find the hidden treasure. Don Mario, rich sugar merchant, seeks to marry Rosa, who has returned from school In the United States. Johnnie O'Reilly, an American, who loves Rosa, wins her promise to wait for him until he cab return from New Tork. Donna Isabel falls to death while walking in her sleep. Esteban's connection with the Insurrectos Is discovered and he and Rosa are compelled to flee. In New York, O'Reilly gets a letter from Rosa tell­ ing of her peril and urging him to rescue her. O'Reilly immediately returns to Cuba. Pauclio Cueto, faithless manager of the VeroAa estates, Is balked in his efforts to find the hidden treasure and betrays Esteban and Rosa, leading Colonel Cobo, notorious Spanish guerilla, to their hiding place. v m ..if- |T". 111 v -^ r>; chapter • Marauders. The surprise was easily effected, for Colonel Cobo's men were accom­ plished in this sort of work. Rosa, crouching upon her bench, heard nothing, raw nothing, until out of the shadows beside her human forms ma- - W&*terialized. She 8crearned once, /twice; then a palm closed over her mouth and she began to struggle like * a cat ' v If £ Evangellna, who had waked at the first outcry, met the marauders as I?*' " they rushed through the door. There f * *. 1 were shouts and curses, loudly bel- Hlf;y7:; lowed orders, a great scuffling and paundingof feet upon the dirt floor lv,'# ct the hut, the rickety, bark-covered € * walla bulged and creaked. Over all ' t% atnutded the shrieks of the negress f f% * battling In the pitch-black interior like an animal in its lair. Then some- one set fire to the thatch; the flames * licked up the dead palm leaves to the ridgepole, and the surroundings "leaped into view. %'"• j Rosa saw a swarthy, tjilckset man £1 -in the uniform of a colonel of vol' I anteers, and behind him Pancho Cue* £*§• ' to. Tearing the hand from her lips ,;,T ?<•? s segment, she cried Cueto's j-aame, but he gave no heed. Rosa K »sfecfaked his name again; thai she kesard the officer say: . "Where is the young fellow? I -bear w»tMsg but the squeals of that ^cobbbbob wench." Cfc , •atanjcrilna's cries of rage and de­ ceased, and with them the of combat. From the blazing inn two armed men, brushing from their elothing. A third >\IfoBowed, dragging Evangellna by one ^ , aafced arm, ^ ? 2 Rosa felt herself swooning, and she ^ ••rlmew^ nothing of what * immediately ;,•< * followed." After a time she felt her- v* , aelf shaken, and heard the colonel ad- pf. dressing her. "Come, come!" he was saying. "Where Is your precious brother and that black fellow?" Rosa could only a tare dully. "It seemi* we missed them," said Oueto. "More of your bungling," Cobo . broke out at him, wrathfully. "Fool I • I've a mind to toss you into that fire." I'lgjf/. He turned his attention once more ||[' to Rosa, and with a jerk that shook her into fuller consciousness repeat- , ; - : ed: "Where are they? Speak to me." ' fl '"Gone!" she gasped. "Gone!" She struggled weakly toward Cueto, Im- 't - « ploring him, "Pancho, don't you know js,/ mer A "Well, we've taught him a lesson," |> i , said Cueto, grinning apprehensively "We've accomplished some- ± Esteban turned a sick, white face over his shoulder and jerked out his orders; then he 'kicked his tired mount into a swifter gallop. It was he who first broke out into the clear­ ing. One glance, and the story was told. The hut was but a crumbling skel­ eton of charred pole*. Strung out across the little field of malangas, yuccas and sweet potatoes were sev* eral hilarious volunteers, their arms filled with loot from the Cabin. Be­ hind them strode an officer bearing Rosa struggling against his breast Esteban drove his horse headlong through the soft rsd earth of the garden. Hta sudden appearance seemed briefly to paralyze the ma­ rauders. It was a moment before they could drop their spoils, unsling their rifles, and begin to fire at him, and by that time he had covered half the distance to his sister. A bullet brought his horse down and the boy went flying over Its neck. Nothing but the loose loam saved him from injury. As he rose to his feet, breath­ less' and fcovered with the red dirt, there came a swift thudding of hoofs ahd Asenslo swept past him like a rocket. Esteban caught one giimpse of the negro's face, a fleeing vision of white teeth bared to the gyms, of distended yellow eyes, of flat, distort­ ed features; then Asensio was fairly upon Colonel Cobo. The colonel, who had dropped his burden, now tried to dodge.' Asenslo slashed once at him with his long, murderous machete, but the next instant he was engaged with a trooper who had fired almost In his face. Cobo's men, led by the terrified Pan­ cho Cueto, turned and fled for cover, believing themselves in danger of an­ nihilation. Nor was the colonel him­ self In any condition to rally them, for Asensio's blade had cloven one, full dark cheek to the bone, and the shock and pain had unnerved him. The field was small, the Jungle was close at hand. A moment and the in­ terlopers had vanished Into it, all but. one, who lay kicking among the broad' malanga leaves* and over whom Asen­ slo kept spurring his terrified horse, hacking downward with Insane fury. This was the first hand-to-hand en­ counter Esteban's men had had, and their swift victory rendered them fero­ cious. Flinging their guns aside, they went crashing Into the brush on the trail of their enemies. Rosa found herself in her brother's arms, sobbing out the, story of the out­ rage and quivering at every sound of the chase. He was caressing her, and telling her to have no further fears; both of them were fairly hysterical. Evangellna, thanks to her thick skull, was not dead. In the course of time under Rosa's and Esteban's ministra­ tions she regained her senses, and when the other men returned they found her lying sick and dazed, but otherwise quite whole. Then, there beside the ruins of the hut, was a strange scene of rejoicing. Asenslo recovered now from his burst of savagery, was tearful, compassion­ ate; his comrades laughed and chat­ tered and bragged about their prodig­ ious deeds of valor. Over and over they recounted their versions of the encounter, each morp fanciful than the other, until It seemed that they must have left the forest filled with corpses. Esteban was grave. He had heard of Colonel Cobo, and, remembering that denim-clad figure out yonder In the trampled garden, he knew that se­ rious consequences would follow. The volunteers were revengeful; their colonel was not the sort of man .to forgive a deep humiliation. Doubt­ less he would put a price upon the heads of all of them, and certainly he would never allow them another en­ counter upon anywhere like even terms. Then, too, the narrowness of Rosa's escape caused the boy's heart to dissolve with terror. After a conference with Asenslo he decided that they must nrepnre for flight, and late that afternoon they all set out to seek a safer refuge, Evange­ llna In tears at leaving her precious garden plot Their led horse, one of those Lorenzo bad captured, carried a pitifully light burden--only some toots, some pans and kettles, and a roll of charred bedclothes. claiming : "Who are you?" "I'm a friend, Johnnie summoned smile, then he extended tne package he had carried beneath his arm. "I come from your brother Tomas. He asked me to hand you this book and toaay that he Is return ing it with his thanks." "What are you saying?" Plainly the speaker did not comprehend; there was nothing but apprehension in his voice. O'Reilly tore the wet paper from the volume and laid It in Alvarado's hand "Look at It, please, and you'll under­ stand. I didn't take time to knock, for fear I .might be followed. Alvarado stared first af the book, then at his caller. After a moment he made a sign to his wife, who left the room. Wettiag his Hps, he inquired, with an effort "What do you want?" O'Reilly told him In a few words. Alvarado showed relief; he even smiled. "I see, but--Carambat Ton gave me a start And this book! Ha ! Tomas will have his jokes. It is well you took precautions, for I.ajn under surveillance. I'll help you, yea.! But you must not come here again. Return to your hotel and-- Let me think. Senor Alvarado frowned in deepest thought; then he said: "1 have It! Ev­ ery morning at half past nine a man ...JiU* th« Began to fttruggle Like a Cat thing, anyhow, eh?" He nodded at Rosa. "She's all that I told you. Look at her I" Colonel Cobo took time to scruti­ nize his prisoner. 5 • **• "Yes! quite a BBS thi< "ii ' She's a pretty little spy- prize, truly. Now, then! thick lips spread; he spoke to Iter more gently. "I want you to tell me about that brother pf yours, eh? Oneto said 1 would find him hei*e: Ha! Still frightened, I see. Well, I have a way with women; I dare say yonll be glad to tell me everything iby and by." Then, seeing that his men risked a scorching in their ,search of the but and were already quarreling over the scanty plunder which It afforded, he turned from Rosa to call them away. Profiting by his Inattention, Rosa wriggled out of his grasp and ran to Evangellna, who lay face down in the dirt, her limbs sprawled loosely. She flung herself upon the prostrate body and cried the black woman's name, but she could awaken ho re­ sponse. The first pink of dawn was now deepening in the east and as soon as it had grown light enough to see to travel Colonel Cobo prepared to re­ turn to his horses. The roof and walls of the bohlo had fallen away to ashes, its skeleton of poles and lts few pigces of crude furniture alone were smoldering when lie called his men together and gave the word to go. "Come, my sweetheart" Cobo ad­ dressed himself to the girl. "Leave that carrion for the buzzards." Rosa looked up to find him leering at her. She brushed the tears from her eyes, crying: "Go aWay! In God's name haven't you done harm enough?" "Oh, but you're going with me." The girl rose; her face was color­ less ; she was aquiver with Indigna­ tion. "Leave me!" she stormed. "What have I done to you? Don't--" "Caramba! A temper. And you have' strength, too, as I discovered. Must I bind those pretty hands or--" Colonel Cobo reached forth, laugh­ ing, and encircled her in his power­ ful arms. Rosa fought him as she had fought at the first moment of des­ peration, but he lifted her easily and went striding across the Add behind his men. • • • • • • Esteban's party made good time over tbe hills and into the 8an Juan, for Asensio knew the country well. Mid-afternoon found them in sight of La Joya. Cueto's cane was thick and high; It was ready for the knife or for the torch. The Incendiaries dis­ mounted in the shelter of a wood and removed the bags which they had carried on their saddles. Inside these bags were several snakes, the largest perhaps eight feet In length. To tbe tall of each the negroes fastened a leather thong, and then to each thong length of telegraph wire, the end of which had been bent into a loop to hold a bundle of oil-soaked waste. These preliminaries accomplished, they bore the reptiles into the cane fields at widely separated places and lighted the wnai«. Soon tongues of flame appeared and the green tops of the cane began to shrivel and to wave as the steady east wind took effect. Smoke bil­ lowed upward and was hurried west­ ward before the breeze; in a dozen places the fields burst into flame. From somewhere came a faint shout- lag, then a shot or two, and finally the ringing of a bell. Esteban waited only until he caw that his work of devastation was well under way, then he led his followers back toward the hills. In the shelter of a ravine the party took time to eat supper, their first meal since leaving home, and it was after dark when they finished. The negroes, who were thoroughly tired, were for spending the night here, but Esteban, more cautious than they, would not have It so. Accordingly, the men remounted their weary horses, though not without some grumbling, and set out At length they grossed the summit and worked down toward the Yumuri, but It seemed as if daylight would never ;©ome. Esteban suddenly reined in his horse. "Look!" said he. "Yonder is a light." i "What Is Evangellna thinking about?" Asenslo muttereo. ' "But see! It grows brighter." There followed a moment or two dur­ ing which there was no sound except the breathing of the horses and the Creak of saddle leathers as the riders craned th€lr necks to see over the low tree tops before them. Then Esteban cried: "Come! * fm--afraid it's our house." Fear gripped him, but he managed to say, calmly, "Perhaps there has been anr-accident." Asenslo, muttering excitedly, was trying to crowd past him; for a few yards the two horses brushed along side by side. The distant point of light had befeome a glare nyw; it winked balefully through the open ings as the party hurried toward It But It was still a long way off, and the eastern sky had grown rosy be­ fore the dense woods of the hillside gave way to the sparser growth of the low ground. | Asensio Slashed Onoe at Him With Hip Long, Murderous Maehste. wearing a Panama hat and a gray necktie with a large gold pin wilt pass along the sidewalk across the street from the Isla de Cuba. You will know him. One day, I cannot promise lipw soon, he will lift his hat thus, and wipe his face. You understand ̂ Good. Follow him. He.will give you final di­ rections. You know Manln, the drug- gist? Well, you can talk to him, and he will keep you posted as to our prog­ ress. Now go before someone comes." O'Reilly wrung the Cuban's hand. Then he stepped out Into the night, leaving a pool of water on the dean bine tiles where he had stoo$r f ; due' time til" iMt straw sartxnrladli widi^oilw whltdK they lnnocentlydlsposed CtfReltly began to consult such frequency 4hatUhe dl|«RKtCt^«d him. Manin's banter was interrupted by a bugle call. Down the etna per* haps two hundred moimted troops. They wheeled Into San Battel street at a gallop and disappeared In the di­ rection of the suburbs, "Now, what does that mean?" mur­ mured the druggist. "Walt hove while I go to the roof, where I can sea some­ thing." • :«• . O'Reilly tried to compose himself, meanwhile becoming aware of a grow­ ing excitement in the street. Then from the direction of the fort at the end of San Rafael street sounded a faint rattling fusillade, more bugle calls, and finally the thlat, distant shouting of men. "Rebels!" someone cried. "Dfos mlo, they are attacking the city!*' "They havA audacity, eh?1* The roofs were black with people now. Manln came hurrying down into the store. "Something has gone wrong," he whispered. "They're figbtlng out yon­ der In the woods. There has been some treachery It Is ten-fifteen," said O'Reilly. "I must be going." Manln stared at him. "You don't understand--" Those black fellows are getting their horses ready. Fm going.1 Tbe druggist tried to force Johnnie into a chair. "Madmanhe panted. I tell you our friends have been be­ trayed ; they are retreating. Go back to your hotel quickly." For the first time during their ac­ quaintance Manin heard the good- natured American curse; O'Reilly's blue eyes were blazing; he had let go of himself completely. I|m going!" he cried, hoarsely. "All the d d Spaniards In Cuba won't stop me. Lord! I've waited too long-- I should have made a break 'Idiot»" stormed the druggist "ton wish to die, eh?" O'Reilly ripped out another cmth and fought off the other's restraining hands. "Very well, then," cried Manln, "but have florae thought of us who have risked our lives for you. Suppose you should escape? How would our troops receive you now? Would they not think you had cunningly arranged this trap?" A light of reason slowly reappeared in the younger man's eyes. NO!" Manln pressed his advantage. "You must wait until--" He broke off ' abruptly and stepped behind his counter, for a man In the uniform of a Spanish lieutenant had entered the store. The newcomer walked directly to O'Reilly; he was a clean-cut alert young fellow. After a searching gl&nce around the place he spoke In a voice audible to both men. O'Reilly finds hlmseir blocked at every step in his efforts to find Rosa. Finally Ws receive a crushing blow. Watch for the developments fh the next installment. CHAPTER X. Johnnie O'Reilly had no difficulty In locating the residence of Ignacio Alva­ rado, but to communicate with him was quite another matter, inasmuch as his every step was dogged by that persistent shadow from Nuevltas. One evening, several days after his arrival, a sudden rain storm drove O'Reilly Indoors,,and as he ascended to"lils room he saw that the lamp in the hallway flared and smoked at ev­ ery gust of wind. It was very dark outside; he reasoned that the streets would be deserted.' Hastily securing that book which Alvarado, the dentist had given him, he took a position close Inside his door. When he heard the spy pass and enter the next chamber he stole out into the hall and breathed into the lamp chimney. A moment later he was safely through the win­ dow and was working his way down the shed roof, praying that his move­ ments had not been seen and that the tiles were firm. He nimbly scaled the wall, crossed an lnclosure, climbed a second wall, and descended Into a dark side street. Taking advantage of the densest shadows and the numerous overhanging balconies, he set out at a brisk trot A light showed through the barred windows of the Alvarado home, lndl eating that the family was In. After some fumbling O'Reilly laid hold of the latch; then, without knocking, he opened the front door and stepped In. His sudden appearance threw the occupants into alarm: a womah cried •. V..*.,, .. 8barpljri,r£ mm P'Mm tvTv k V ' x * * ' ^ } *" V / 'i: "• *' r^jrM I... .••I&i '^Rellly's Plans'Paife: In the days that followed his call on Ignacio Alvarado, O'Reilly behaved so openly that the secret service agent detailed to watch him relaxed his vigi­ lance. Manifestly this O'Reilly was a harmless person. But the spy did not guess how frantic Johnnie was be­ coming at the delay, how he inwardly chafed and fretted when two weeks had rolled by and still no signal had come. Then, too, his money was run­ ning low. At last, however, the day arrived when the man with the gray necktie raised his hat and wiped his brow as he passed the Isla de Cuba. Johnnie could scarcely hold himself In his chair. By and by he rose, stretching himself, and sauntered after the fel­ low. For several blocks he kept him In sight, but without -receiving any further sign. Without a glance over his shoulder the man turned Into a large, walled ln­ closure. When Johnnie followed he found himself In one of the old ceme­ teries. Ahead of him, up a shady ave­ nue bordered with trees, the stranger hurried; then he swerved to his left, and when O'Reilly came to the point where he had disappeared there was nobody In sight Apprehending that he had made some mistake in the sig­ nal. O'Reilly hastened down the walk. Then at last, to his great relief, he' heard a sibilant: "Past! Psst!" It came from behind a screen of shrubbery, and there he found the Cu­ ban waiting. The latter began rap- Idly: "Our plans are complete. Listen closely. One week from today, at ten o'clock in the morning, you must be In Manin's drug store. Directly across the street you will see two negroes with three horses. At fifteen minutes past ten walk out San Rafael street to the edge of the city, where the hos­ pital stands. The negroes will follow you. There Is a fort near by---" "I know." "It commands the road. Yoii win be challenged if you pass It, so turn in at the hospital. But do not enter the gates, for the negroes will overtake you at that point. They will stop to adjust the saron of the lead horse, ^That wljl be your signal; mount him and ride fast Now, adlos and good luck." With a smile and a quick grip of the hand the messenger walked swiftly away. O'Reilly returned to his hotel. At lastl One week, and this numb­ ing, heartbreaking delay would end; he would be free to take up his quest. But those seven days were more than a week; they were seven eternities. The hours were like lead; O'Reilly could compose his mind to nothing; he »W of Uwpetieuoy. v , (TO BE CONTINUED.) CAN WIN BATTLES AT HOME Housewife Finds Joy In Thought Hurt 8he Is Helping to Defeat tha Hated Boehe. a funny thing," satd the Man to his Wife the other night. "You used to like cooking, as I remember It Breaking a new maid In was always a time of great trial and tribulation. But every night I come home to dinner you emerge from the kitchen almost as though you hated to leave the master­ pieces you have evolved long enough to greet your hard-working husband properly. What's the reason?" "Well," said the Wife of her Hu» band, "It's ilke this, vlt's a sort of game. I may not ever see any fighting, but I feel that out there In the kitchen I am helping France, England and, last but not least, our own blessed boys. Every time I make a loaf of rye bread I feel like waving a flag. Every time I make my allowance stretch a little bit I feel as though I had won a battle. And so I have, I've beaten old General Hlghcostallvlng. Every time I squeese a War Savings stamp out of the food allowance I feel that I personally have flred a shot at the Boches." "Good girl," and the Man patted his Wife gently. "Since I can't go and Wt have no one to give, the best We can do Is to play the game over here a4 though we loved It" ̂ Dog's Death Led to 6uIcicle. Mrs. Margaret Dugdale, wife of Norman Dogdaie, J. P., of Dutton Manor, near Blackburn, was found dead with a bullet wound In her fore­ head in a field near the grave of her favorite dog, which had been de­ stroyed on account of old age. De­ pression caused by Its loss was sug­ gested at the Inquest as the cause of her suicide, says Lloyd's News, Lon­ don. When found she was grasping a humane cattle killer, at her feet was a mallet with which she had dis­ charged the weapon, and a loaded re­ volver was In a basket near her. She had fixed a mirror to the ferfce, and a note pinned to her dress gave direc­ tions for the disposal of her body. Mr. Dugdale satd he thought the dog's death, which his wife had taken great­ ly to heart was the cause of the tragedy, and the jury's verdict was that Mrs. Dugdale shot herself whUo of unsound mind. A mSm a SB* > mm Direct From the Farm. will the world be quite as good] as lt ought to be as long as the fresh- faced and Ingenuous-appearing Country women drive Into town early In the morning and stock up on cold-storage eggs und chickens at the places at which such things are purchased be* fore starting out on their rounds and selling their .produce direct from farm to consumer; and we have some evidence that this is a more or les* common practice now*--Ohio StaMj lJounwfc, w>",v V f - » * 'J% V r W-1 P".; -- Jj „ S **£• 53.. v V - -jf.t,* - £ ' K, ' ' V" ' -"4 Veal Loaf 'ffi' "I - ii '1^ '• t < »'«r 1 * v-' with such flavor! •w / •' i S delicately flavored Veal t J?* wiA sttch perfection bft i ?v,'8 c*Pert chefs in the imm&c#. *•# ulate Libby kitchens--that you will,! Igalwayswantthe* chefe tomakiit fbf vou. You find it so appetizing, so- nutritious a melt at such little catm and trouble. ; Order Lifeby's Veal Loaf for lunch' °n today. Serve either hot or cold, .{f -"f'/̂ your family will delight in it. , ill Lv$' M1MI* Ubb,. Chl-i, "' Ik. :• "Hi M „ \ ,> ̂ ~\ K 4 "5 • .v } "fit imn Cause for Manslaughter. It was a Scottish gathering in one of the colonies, and what the playing of one and only piper present lacked in skill was made up in energy. At the end of a particularly strenuous out­ burst, as the piper was taking a short rest, one of the guests went up to him. "That's capital," he said. "Thank you very much. Now Would you mind playing 'The Cock o* the North' for us?" "The Cock o* the North!'" almost shrieked the piper. "Man, do ye no ken A've. bin playln' It for the last quarter o' an* 'oor?" J-M *<v • •/'Tr Advice. ' *T*ant to know how to succeed to the world," said the young man,to,the older one. "Young fellow," said the gray-haired Individual, "right now you've got no business worrying about your own suc­ cess. All you've got to do is to get a Job in the army or navy and help to win the war, After that I'll be glad to give you a tip on how to beeoipe rich or fatuous;" Lift is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.-- Emerson. A woman's Idea of a congealal hns- band is one who lets her have her own way in everything. Bean Cake as Food in Japan. Bean cake, rhlch Is produced fji large quantities tn South Manchurife has been regarded locally as good for little else than fertilizer. The Man* churla Daily News now suggests lis use as food, stating tjiat Viscount Ta- jlrl, the new mayor of Tokyo, holds the cake as excellently suited to t$» Japanese palate. The News states that bean cake costs only one-third as much as rice, and contains more nu­ triment than wheat or barley. To pro- pare It for the table the cake Is mixta with an equal quantity of rice.--Coi&- merce Reports. Soothe Itching 8ca!ps. On retiring gently rub spots «f datk v draff and itching with Cuticura Oint­ ment. Next morning shampoo with Cuticura Soap and hot water. For free samples address, "Cuticura, Dept X, Boston." At druggists and by mail* Soap 25, Ointment 25 and 50.--Adt. V ̂ Success or Failure. v'V As far as appearances go "I caa" and "I can't" look very much aliksu But the difference between them is the difference bftween success ai|t failure. t f ' ' ' Mors Appropriate. ̂ "Has that birdman gone out 01) machine?" "No, I think he has out on a lark." , .tar u i },«• f> v" j i"" . -*-• It l •'•*"4 «' ,f ' v «t Siy J? '« v.44fCA „ £ J * -1 -ifv* 'J One Caroad wo Minutes *'* •*,*, >7 , sa. * feed axne trge rl» in ly tad •r) la, to tf the o tP tck- •' r t ade • »y the ' ̂wi ale- ackers sor jroi se «nd to. the ta- 70 I 917. M» * of ' • hen tr, the s y : < l j Ik" . i It"*,*'.' A t$,000 POUtiDS ' MEAT A MINUTE GOING TO ALLIES Ont Hog Out of Evtry Four Being Sent Abroad• , * *. kF i :m3* Shipments of meat have been going to the allies for some U the ret* of IS,000 pounds a minute. As the shipments are kept up during a ten hour day they amount to 9,000,000 pounds daily. The meat goes to sol­ diers of the United States and the al­ lies and to the civilian population of all the countries at war With Ger­ many. ^iii|pnf>sas XVAtm* Jmm i, tnt' These statements were made by a prom­ inent representative of the United States Food Administration. »/ 5 f 3V ,s«*iNo industry in the ivicountry has played a { - « more important part in = helping to win the war • than the American live- stock and meat-packing : **industry. SWiff Conipanijr'4 | alone has been forward- < ing over 500 car loads of > meat and meat products per week Jfef fwer&eas shipment _ , . Swift & Company, U.S. A. I I' ^f - l Wi 'v •