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I M'HEXRY PLAINDEALER, M HEXRT, ILL. TEe Last® - Shot FREDERICK PALMER (Ooprrtcbt. 1BU. fey C&Miea ricrlbMr* Soaa) n CHAPTER XX--Continued. In the inner room, whose opening door save glimpses of Lanstron and the division chiefs, a m,aglc of secret council which the JuAiors could not quite understand had wrought the won der. Lanstron had not forgotten the dead. Ho could see them; he could see everything that happened. Had not Partow said to him: "Don't Just read reports. Visualize men and events. Be the artillery, be the In­ fantry, be the wounded--live and think in their places. In this way oniy can yon really know your work!" His elation when he saw his plans going right was that of the instrument of Partow'e training and Marta's serv­ ice. He pressed the hands of the men around him; his voice caught in hiB gratitude and his breaths were very short at time, like those of a spent, happy runner at the goal. Feeding on victory and growing greedy of more, his division chiefs were discussing how to press the War till the Grays sued for peace; and he was silent In the midst of their talk, which was interrupted by the ringing of the tunnel telephone. When he came out of his bedroom, Lanstron'B distress was so evident that those who were seated arose and the others drew near in inquiry and sym­ pathy. It eeenied to them that the chief of staff, the head of the machine, who had left the room had returned an Individual. "The connection was broken while we were speaking!" he said blankly. "That means it must have been cut by the enemy--that the enemy knows of Its existence!" "Perhaps not. Perhaps an accident --a chance shot," said the vice-chief. "No, I'm sure not," Lanstron replied. "I am sure that It was cut deliberately and not by her." "The 53d Regiment is going forward In that direction--the same regiment that defended the house--and It can't go any faster that it is going," the vice-chief continued, rather incoherent­ ly. He and the others no less felt the news as a personal blow. Though ab­ sent in person, Marta had become in spirit an intimate of their hopes and councils. "She Is helpless--in their power!" lanstron said. "There is no telling what they might do to her in the rage of their discovery. I must go to her! I am going to the front!" • • • • • • • A young offlcer of the Grays who was with the signal-corps section, try­ ing to keep a brigade headquarters In touch with the staff during the retreat, two or three miles from the Galland house, had seen what looked like an in­ sulated telephone wire at the bottom of a crater In the earth made by the explosion of a heavy shell. The in­ structions to all subordinates from the chief of Intelligence to look for the source of the ieak in information to the BrownB made him quick to see a clew in anything unusual. He jumped down Into the crater and not only found his pains rewarded, but that the wire was Intact and ran under­ ground In either direction. Who had laid it? Not the Grays. Why was it there? He called for one of his men to bring a buzzer, and it was the work ot little more than a minute to cut the •wire and make an attachment. Then he heard a woman's voice talking to "Lanny." Who was Lanny? He wait­ ed till he had heard enough to know that it was none other than Lanstron, the chief of staff of the Browns, and the woman must be a spy. An orderly dispatched to the chief of intelligence with the news returned with the or­ der: "Drop everything and report to me in person at once." "For this I have made my eacrifice!" Marta thought. "The killing goes on by Lanny's orders, not by Westerling's, this time." Leaving her mother to enjoy the prospect, a slow-moving figure, trance­ like, she went along the first terrace path to a point near the veranda where the whole sweep of landscape with its panorama of retreat mag­ netized her senses. Like the gray of ^aTa» the Gray soldiery was erupting from the range; in columns, still under the control of officers, keeping to the defiles; in swarms and batches, under the control of nothing but their own •motions. Mostly they were hugging cover, from instinct if not from direc­ tion, but some relied on straight lines of flight and Bpeed of foot for escape. Coursing aeroplanes were playing a new part Their wireless was inform­ ing the Brown gunners where the mosses were thickest This way and that the Brown artillery fire drove re­ treating bodies, prodding them in the back with the fearful shepherdry of their shells. Officers' swords flashed In the faces of the bolters or in hold­ ing rear-guards to their work. Officers end orderlies were galloping hither *nd thither with messages, in want of /'('Wires. Commanders had been told to 'fj,' jbold, but how and where to hold? They ±1 . *"^aw neighboring regiments and bri- vU ilteades going and they had to go. The " ^'{machine, the complicated modern war ' (machine, was broken; the machine, >'il * 'with its nerves of intelligence cut, be- KJ. ® thing of disconnected parts, V-f/'Kj £«iSeaeh part working out its own salva- ' si'WV., " ... $1tton. Authority ceased to be that of : ;*jth« bureau and army lists. It was that . -^lof units racked by hardship, acting on ithe hour's demand. , * Gorged was the pass road, ofw* flowing with the struggling tumult of llan and vehlaiaa. Self-preaerraUapi ~ . l ' * • . . . of discipline was in ihe ascendant, and it sought the highway, even as water keeps to the river bed. Like specks on the labor­ ing tide was the white of bandages. An ambulance trying to cut out to one side was overturned. ,The frantic chauffeur and hospital-corps orderly were working to extricate the wound­ ed from their painful position. A gun was overturned against the ambulance. A melee of horses and men was form­ ing at the foot of tEe garden gate in front of the narrowing bounds of the road into the town. as a stream banks up before a Jam of driftwood. The struggle for right of way became in­ creasingly wild; the dam of men, horses, and wagons grew. A Brown dirigible was descending toward the great target; but on closer view its commander forbore, the humane Im­ pulse outweighing the desire for retri­ bution for colleagues in camp and mess who had gone down in a holo­ caust In the aerial battles of the night. Under the awful spell of the pano­ rama, she did not see Westerllng, who had stopped only a few feet distant with his aide and his valet, nor did he notice her as the tumult glazed his eyes. He was as an artist who looks on the ribbons of the canvas of his painting, or the sculptor on the frag­ ments of his statue. Worse still, with no faith to give him fortitude except the materialistic, he saw the altar of his god of military efficiency in ruins. He who had not allowed the word re­ treat to enter his lexicon now saw a rout. He had laughed at reserve armies in last night's feverish defiance, at Turcas's advocacy of a slower and surer method of attack. In those hours of smiting at a wall with his Sets and forehead, in- denial of $11 the truth so clear to average military logic, if he had only even a few conventional di­ rections all this disorder would have been avoided. His army could have fallen back in orderly fashion to their own range. The machine out of order, he had attempted no repair; he had al­ lowed it to thrash itself to pieces. The artillery's maceration of the human jam suddenly ceased; perhaps because the gunners had seen the Red Cro98 flag which a doctor had the presence of mind to wave. Westerling turned from a sight worse to him than the killing--that of the flowing retreat along the road pressing frantically over the dead and wounded in growing disorder for the cover of the town. Near by were Bellini, the chief of in­ telligence, and a subaltern who had arrived only a minute before. The sub­ altern was dust-covered. He seemed to have come in from a hard ride. Both were watching Marta, as If waiting for her to speak. She met Westerling's look steadily, her eyes dark and still and in his the reflection of the vague realization of more than he had guessed in her relations with him. "Well," she breathed to Westerllng, "the war goes on!" "That's it! That's the voice!" ex­ claimed the subaltern in an explosion of recognition. A short, sharp laugh of irony broke from Bellini; the laugh of one whose suspicions are confirmed in the mix­ ture of the eubllme and the ridiculous. Marta looked around at the interrup­ tion, al^rt, on guard. "You seem amused," she remarked curiously. "No, but you must have been," re­ plied Bellini hoarsely. "Early this morning, not far from the castle, this young offlcer found in the crater made by a ten-Inch shell a wire that ran in hitherto he recollection of it. "You said I could not win." He drew out the words painfully. "When you said that you brought on this war to gratify your ambition. I chose to be one of the weapons of war; I fought for civilisation, for my home, with the only means I had against the wickedness of a victory of conquest--the precedent of it in this age--a victory which should glorify such trickery as you practised on your people." "I should like to shoot you dead!" cried Bellini. "And you let me make love to you!" Westerllng said in a dazed, groping monotone to Marta. Such a wreck was he of his former self that she found It amazing that she could not pity him. Yet she might have pitied him had he plunged into the fight; had he tried to rally one of the broken regiments; had he been able to forget himself. "Rather,. you made love to yourself through me," she answered, not harsh­ ly, not even emphatically, but merely as a statement of passionless fact. "If you dared to endure what you ordered others to endure for the sake of your ambition; if--" She was Interrupted by a sharp zip in the air. Westerllng dodged and looked about wildly. "What is that?" he asked. "What?" Five or six zips followed like a charge of wasps flying at a speed that made them invisible. Marta felt a brush of air past her cheek and Wes­ terllng went chalky white. It was the first time he had been undeT fire. But these bullets were only strays. No more came. "Come, general, let us be going!" urged the aide, touching his chief on the arm. "Yes, yes!" said Westerling hur­ riedly Francois, who had picked up the coat that had fallen from Westerling's shoulders with hie start at the buzzing, held it while his master thrust his hands through the sleeves. "And this is wiser," said the aide, unfastening the detachable insignia of rank from the shoulders of the great­ coat. "It's wiser, too, that we walk," he added. "Walk? But my car!" exclaimed Westerling petulantly. "I'm afraid that the car could not get through the press In the town," was the reply. "Walking is safer." The absence in him of that quality which is the soldier's real glory, the picture of this deserted leader, this god of a machine who had been crushed by his machine, his very lack of stoicism or courage--all this sud­ denly appealed to Marta's quick sym­ pathies. They had once drunk tea to­ gether. "Oh, it was not personal! I did not think of myself as a person or of you as one--only of principles and of thou­ sands of others--to end the killing--to save our country to its people! Oh, I'm sorry and, personally, I'm horrible --horrible!" she called after him in a broken, quavering gust of words which he heard confusedly in tragic mockery. He made no answer; he did not even look around. Head bowed and hardly seeing the path, he permlted the aide to choose the way, which lay across the boundary of the Galland estate. CHAPTER XXI. She envied the peaceful d no nightmares--as she aided the doctors in separating the bodies that were still breathing from those that were not; and she steeled herself against every ghastly sight save one, that of a man lying with his legs pinned under a wagon body. His jaw had been shot away. Slowly he was bleeding to death, but he did not realize it. He realized nothing in his delirium except the nature of his wound. He was dipping his finger In the cavity and, dab by dab, writing "Kill me!" on the wagon body. It sent reeling waves of red before her eyee. Then a shell burst near her and a doc­ tor cried out: "She's hit!" But Marta did not hear him. She ^heard only the dreadful crack of the splitting shrapnel Jacket She had a sense of falling, and that was all. The next that she koew she was in a long chair on the veranda and the vague shadows bending over her grad­ ually identified themselves as her mother and Minna. "I remember when you were telling of the last war that you didn't swoon at the sight of the wounded, mother," Marta whispered. "But I was not bounded," leplied Mrs. Galland. Marta ceased to be only a conscitrtM- ness swimming in a haze. With the •K- A" Insulated Telephone Wire at the Bottom of a Crater. a conduit underground. The wire waB intact. He tapped it. He heard a voice thanking some one for her part in the victory, and it seems that the woman's voice that answered is yours. Miss Gal­ land. So, General Westerllng, the leak in Information was over this wire from our staff into the Browns' headquar­ ters, as Bouchard believed and as I came to believe." So long had Marta expected this mo­ ment of exposure that it brought no shock. Her spirit had undergone many subtle rehearsals for the occasion. "Yes, that is true," she heard herself saying, a little distantlyj but very quietly and naturally. Westerling fell back as from a blow in the face. His breath came hard at first, like one being strangled. Then it sank deep In his chest and his eyes were blood-shot, as a bull's In his final effort against the matador. He raised a quivering, clenched flat and took a step nearer her. But far from flinching, Marta seemed to be greeting the blow, as if she ad­ mitted his right to strike. She was without any sign of triumph and with every sign of relief. Lying was at kn end. She could be truthful. "Do you recall what I said in the re­ ception-room at the hotel?" she asked. The question sent a flash Into a hid­ den chamber of his mind. Now the only thing he could remember of that interview wit# the on* remark which & ' The Retreat. Marta remained where Westerllng had left her, rooted to the ground by the monstrous spell of the developing panorama of seemingly limitless move­ ment. With each passing minute there must be a hundred acts of heroism which, if Isolated In the glare of a day's news, would make the public thrill. At the outset of the war she had seen the Browns, as part of a pre­ conceived plan, in cohesive rear-guard resistance, with every detail of per­ sonal bravery a utilized factor of or­ ganized purpose. Now she saw de­ fense, inchoate and fragmentary, each part acting for itself, all deeds of per­ sonal bravery lost In a swirl of disor­ ganization. That was the pity of it, the helplessness of engineers and of levers when the machine was broken; the warning of it to those who under­ take war lightly. The Browns' rifle flashes kept on steadily weaving their way down the slopes, their reserves pressing close on the heels of the skirmishers In greedy swarms. A heavy column of Brown In­ fantry was swinging in toward the myriad-legged, writhing gray caterpil­ lar on the pass road and many field- batteries were trotting along a parallel road. Their plan developed suddenly when a swath of gun-gre was laid across the pass road at the mouth of the defile, as much as to say: "Here we make a gate of death!" At the same time the head of the Brown In­ fantry column flashed its bayonets over the crest of a hill toward the point where the shells were bursting. These men minded not the desperate, scat­ tered rifle-flre into their ranks. Before their eyes w%i the prize of a panic that grew with -their approach. Kinks were out of l*gs stiffened by long watches. The 'sot breath of pursuit was in their nostrils, the fever of vic­ tory in their blood. In the defile, xiie impulse of one Gray straggler, wh*> shook a handkerchief aloft in fatalldttc submission to the in­ evitable, bet-$tne the impulse of all. Soon a thousand white signals of sur­ render were blossoming. As the firing abruptly ceiled, Marta heard the faint roar of the uilghty huzzas of the hunt­ ers over the size of their bag. Some doctors of different regiments thrown together in the havoc of rem­ nants of many organizations, with the help of hospital-corps men, were try­ ing to extricate the wounded from among the dead. They beard a wom­ an's yolce and saw a woman's face. They did not wonder at her presence, for there was nothing left in the world for them to wonder at Had an Imp from hell or an angel from heaven ap­ peared. or a shower of diamonds fallen from the sky, they would not have been surprised. Their duty was clear; there was work of their kind to do, endless work. Unite of the broken ma­ chine. in the Instinct of their calling they struggled with the duty nearest at hand. They -begged her to go back to the house; this was no plaoe tor her. But Marta did not want safety. Dan­ ger was sweet; it was explatlofi. She was helping, actually helping; that He Was Dipping His Fingers in the Cavity and Writing, "Kill Me!" return of her faculties, she noticed that both her mother and Minna were looking significantly at her forearm; so she looked at. it, too. It waB bandaged. "A cut from a shrapnel fragment," said a doctor. "Not deep," he added. "Do I get an Iron cross?" she asked, smiling faintly. It was rather pleasant to be alive. "All the crosses--iron and bronze and silver and gold!" he replied. All firing except occasional scattered shots had now ceased in the immedi­ ate vicinity, though in the distance could be heard the snarl of the firmer resistance that the Grays were mak­ ing at some other point. The Galland house, for the time being, was isolated --in possession of neither side. "Isn't there something else I can do to help with the wounded?" Marta asked. She longed for action in order to escape her thoughts. "You've had a terrible shock--when you are stronger," said the doctor. "When you have had something to eat and drink," observed the practical Minna authoritatively. Marta would not have the food brought to her. She insisted that she was strong enough to accompany Minna to the tower. While Minna urged mouthfuls down Marta's dry throat as she sat outside the door of the sitting-room with her mother a number of weary dust-streaked faces, with feverish energy in their eyes, peered over the hedge that bounded the garden 011 the side toward the*pasB. These scout skirmishers of Stransky's men of the 53d Regiment of the Browns made beckoning gestures aw to a crowd, before they sprang over the hedge and ran swiftly, watchfully toward the linden stumps, closely fol­ lowed by their whole garden was overrun by the lean, businesslike fellows, their glances all ferret-like to the front. "Look, Minna!" exclaimed Marta. "The giant who carried the old man in pickaback the first night of the war!", Minna was flushing, but the flush dissipated and she drew up her chin when Stransky, looking around, recog­ nized her with a merry, confident wave of his hand. "See, he's a captain and he wears an iron cross!" said Marta as Stransky hastened toward them. "He acts like it!" assented Minna grudgingly. Eager, leviathan, his cap doffed with a sweeping gesture as he made a low bow, Stransky was the very spirit of retributive victory returning to claim the ground that he had lost. "Well, this is like getting home Again!" he cried. "So I see!" said Minna equivocally. Stransky drew his eyes together, sighting them on the bridge of his nose thoughtfully at this dubious reception. "I came back for the chance to kiss a good wopian's hand," he observed with a profound awkwardness and looking at Minna's hand. "Your hand!" he added, the cast in his eyes straightening as he looked directly at her appealingly. She extended her finger-tips and he pressed his lips to them. "I kept seeing the way you looked when you belted me one in the face," he went on, "and knocked any an­ archism out of me that was left after the shell burst. I kept seeing your face in my last glimpse when ttte Grays made me run for it from your kitchen door before I had half a chance for the oratnj? rcying for voice. You were in my dreak:*! You were in bat­ tle with me!" "This sounds like a disordered mind," observed Minna "I've heard men talk that way before" "Oh, I have talked that *ay to other women myself!" said Stransky. "Yes," said Minna bitterly. His can­ dor was rather unexpected. "I have talked to others In passing on the high road," he continued. "But never after a woman had struck me in the face. That blow sank deep--deep --deep as what Lanstron said when I revolted on the march. I say it to you with this"--he touched the cross--"on my breast. And I'm not going to give you up. It's a big world. There's rodm in it for a place for you after the war is over and I'm going to make the place. Good-by till I'm back--back to stay! Good-by, little daughter!" he added with a wavfe of his hand to Clar­ issa as he turned to go. "Maybe we shall have our own automobile some day. It's no stranger than what's been happening to me since the war began." "If you don't marry him, Minna, I'll --I'll--" Mrs. Galland could not find words for the fearful thing that she would do. "Marry him! I have only pet him three times for about three minutes each time!" protested Minna. She was aB rosy as a girl and in her confu­ sion she bysled herself retying the rib­ bon on Clarissa Eileen's hair. "He called you little daughter!" she eaid softly to the child as she withdrew into the tower. Marta remained in the chair by the doorway of the . tower, weak and llBt- less. Now her lashes were closed; again they opened slightly as her gaze roved the semicircle of the horizon. A mounted officer and his orderly gallop­ ing across the fielde to the pass road caught her desultory attention and held it, for they formed the most im­ petuous object on the landscape. When the offlcer alighted at the foot of the garden and tossed his reins to the or­ derly, she detected something familiar about him. He leaped the garden wall at a bound and, half running, came to­ ward the tower. Not until he lifted his cap and waved it did she associate this lithe, dapper artillerist with a stooped old gardener in blue blouse and torn Btraw hat who had once shuffled among the flowers at her service. "Hello! H^llo!" he shouted In clarion greeting at sight of her. "Hello, my successor!" Only in the whiteness of his hair was he like the old Filler. Mis tone, the boyish sparkle of tie black eyes, those full, expressive lips playing over the brilliant teeth, his easy grace, his quick and telling gestures--they were of the Feller of cadet days. "Wonderful--wounded! Wonderful f Was there ever such a woman?" he cried. "Destiny has played with us. It sent a spy to your garden. It put you in my place. A strange service, ours--iyes, destiny is in it!" "Yes," she breathed painfully, his suggestion striking deep. (TO BE CONTINUED.) GOOD IDEA TO WRITE •t"* MAFL WILL KEEP IN TOUCH WITH FAMILY IN FUTUFFK. Now Jersey Man Had Decidedly Un­ pleasant Experience as 1. Result of His Carelessness a - ' Correspondent.'v Patrick J. McMahon of Passaic, N. J., walked recently Into a saloon he had conducted in that city and was served with a drink by his son, who failed to recognize him. The reason was that McMahon, Sr., had disap­ peared from home eight years before and had been given up as dead. He asked his son a number of ques­ tions about his own disappearance and and the family pedigree, all of which were answered without the son's real­ izing he was being quizzed by a man who knew the answers to the questions better than he did. When McMahon, Sr., revealed himself the son felt sheepish for a week. James Osborn of Trenton, N. J., had an odd reappearance a few months ago. He went to Australia to look up the disposition of an uncle's estate in which he thought lie should have had a share. While he was in Melbourne he noticed in one of the daily papers an account of the death of a James Osborn who had come on from the United States to look up relatives. The similarity of the name struck him, of course, and he mailed a copy of the paper with the Item marked. He was never much of a letter writer, so he let five months go by without sending a line, deferring what he had to say until he should know whether or not his quest had been successful. Finally after nearly eight months so­ journ in Australia he arranged to Btart back, and wrote to his family. When he arrived in Trenton he found that his little wall paper busi­ ness had been sold out and that his wife and daughter had removed, no­ body seemed to know whither. But a clue soon came to view. Osborn filled out a check against his account and it was returned with the "no funds" comment An investigation revealed that every cent he had in the bank had been withdrawn by his wife, she having had power of attorney dur­ ing his absence. The bank officials, however, were able to give him the address of a Chicago bank where they thought from something dropped by his wife she would deposit her money. He telegraphed and received word to come on at once. He did so, and found his wife and daughter. They had received the' Melbourne paper, had cabled and had got no re­ sponse, and finally believed the re­ port true. A Chicago suitor for his daughter's hand urged their removal to Chicago and they had sorrowfully left their home in Trenton. While they were hugging and staring at Osborn the letter carrier delivered his letter announcing his departure from Australia. It had been forward­ ed from Trenton. Now Osborn says that a man should write at least once a week when away from home if it's only to say O, and good-by. PANHANDLED Pennsylvania Man Found Brooklyn Po­ licemen Easy to Work, and Worked Them. Grant Flemming, who says he's thirty-five years old and hails from Harrisburg, Pa., of good appearance and with an Ingratiating manner, hit on a new way of making a living with­ out work, and Introduced it to Brook­ lyn. Most of his tribe shun police­ men, but Grant Flemming took the police force Into hie Confidence. At night, when policemen are lonely and willing to talk to anyone for com­ pany's sake, the Pennsylvanlan poured hiB tale of woe into the ear of some sympathetic "cop." He told how he was a iqember of a prominent family, and was stranded in a strange city. He wanted just a couple of dollars, or maybe three dollars, to take him home. He would return it with Interest just as soon as he reached Harrisburg. Could the policeman let him have it? And It is eaid Flemming was success­ ful ; just how successful the records don't show. Occasionally the stranger dropped In at a police station and told the desk lieutenant his "hard luck" story. Usual­ ly he asked for a "flver," and It is said that he always got something. But when Flemming tackled PAtrol- man Macdonald of the Bedford avenue precinct he made a mistake, and the niee, pleasant-looking person was ar­ rested on the charge of vagrancy. In the Manhattan avenue court he was1 sent to the workhouse for three months.--Brooklyn Eagle. Cow Secretly Adopts Fawn. Following a Jersey cow which'had developed a habit of disappearing every morning and coming home in the evening without her usual supply of milk, James Wilson discovered that the cow Is raising a motherless fawn. Wilson followed the cow to the outer edge of his farm. He was sur­ prised to see a pretty fawn come from among the underbrush and' start to nurse at the cow's side. The cow Btems well pleased with her charge and the fawn shows affection for its foster mother.--Greensburg (Pa.) Dia- patch to New York American. At the Battle Front. British soldiers on the march have taken a hint from their French broth­ ers in arms, and among many thou­ sands seen lately up-country in France, every other man had a long loaf of bread strapped on the top of his kit. At many places bakers have had big contracts, but the soldier buys the bread for himself as well, and so long as he can get a great loaf he does not mind how long he is in the train or on the road. Matches seem no longer a trouble, and .cigarettes, coming in duty free, are now quite plentiful. Ra­ tion tobacco, too, is'taken up by the officers as being the best obtainable for pipe smoking. Incidentally, it is remarkable how some younger men who were known to be confirmed cigar­ ette smokers have taken to the more rational form of smoking, but a half grown mustache is just as odd a sight as to see them sucking at a briar pipe. His friends would scarcely rec­ ognize the campaigner as compared with the "nut" of a few weeks ago. GRANDMA USED SAGE TEA TO DARKEN HER GRAY HMD TM Up • Mlxturt of to Bring Gloss, Thickness. Almost everyone knows that Sage Tea and Sulphur, properly compound­ ed, brings back the natural color and lustre to the hair when faded, streaked or gray; also ends dandruff, itching scalp and stops falling hair. Years ago the only way to get this mixture was to make it at home, which is mussy and troublesome. Nowadays, by asking at any store for "Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Hair Remedy," you will get a large bottle of the famous old recipe for about 50 cents. Don't stay gray! Try it! No one c6A possibly tell that you darkened your hair, as it does it so naturally and evenly. You dampen a sponge or soft brush with it and draw this through your hair, taking one small atrand at a time, by morning the gray hair disappears, and after another ap­ plication or two, your hair becomes beautifully (lark, thick and glossy.-- Adv. A Woman's Logic. The following fable, which is prob­ ably of Turkish origin, is not without a touch of truth: As a woman was walking, a man looked at and followed her. "Why," said she, "do you follow me?' "Because," he said, "I have fallen In love with you." "Why so? My sister, who is coming after me, is much handsomer than 1 am. Go and make love to her." The man turned back, and saw a woman with an ugly face, and, being greatly displeased, returned and said: "Why should you tell me a false­ hood?" The woman answered: "Neither did you tell me the truth; for, if you were in love with me, why did you look back for another woman?"-- The Pathfinder. SYRUP OF FIGS FOR A CHILDWLS It is cruel to force nauseating, harsh physic into a sick child. Look back at your childhood days. Remember the "dose" mother insisted on -- castor oil, calomel, cathartics. How you hated them, how you fought against taking them. With our ^ children it's different. Mothers who cling to the old form of physic simply don't realize what they do. The children's revolt Is well-found­ ed. Their tender little "insides"' are Injured by them. If your child's stomach, liver and bowels need cleansing, give only deli­ cious "California Syrup of Figs." Its action is positive, but gentle. Millions of mothers keep this harmless "fruit laxative" handy; they know children love to take it; that It never fails to clean the liver and bowels and sweet­ en the stomach, and that a teaspoonful given today saves a sick child tomor­ row. Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs," which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly On each bottle. Adv. Terrier Is a Vegetarian. Mrs. M. R. L. Freshel of Boston, president of the Millennium Guild, an organization which opposes the slaugh­ ter of animals, has a Yorkshire terrier that is a vegetarian. Sister, as the terrier is known, according to Mrs. Freshel, has never eaten meat This is what Sister likes: Lentils, peas, beans, celery, carrots, radishes, let­ tuce, apples, nuts, eggs, oatmeal and buttered toast. Heir to Forty Millions. The czarevitch, the future ruler of all the Russias, has been deEcriJjod as the most valuable child in the world. When he succeeds to the throne he will inherit all the huge fortune of the Romanoff family, which is estimated at no smaller a sum than forty million pounds. In addition to this, as ruler of the Russian people, he will enjoy an income of £2,000,000 a year, and have the absolute control of 500 estates em­ ploying 30,000 servants. At present the child is the recipient of an allowance of £15,000 a year, a banking account having been opened for him soon after his birth, (when, in­ cidentally, his life was insured for half a million pounds. Mineral May Be of Much Value. V Virginia produced all the American output of rutile produced In 1913. A large part of the rutile produced in 1913 was used in the manufacture of titanium carbide electrodes for aro lamps. A part of the ilmenlte found in the deposits and separated by means of a magnetic separator has been sold for use in making electrodes for electric lights, and the experi­ ments with the electric furnace point to the possible use of ilmenlte in the direct production of tool steel. Holding Back the Hudson. "One of the greatest single pieces of cofferdam work ever undertaken In this country," says Popular Mechanics Magazine, "is now in the course of con­ struction In New York harbor, where the Hudson river is being dammed preliminary to the building of threw 1.050-foot steaniship piers for the ac­ commodation of the largest linens afloat. The dam is being extended be­ tween Forty-fourth and Forty-eighth street to hold back the river, inclose the shore line, and allow excavations to be made, and Uie piers built. When completed It will be approximately 800 feet long and will have cost about five hundred thousand dollars." fOUB OWN DRUGGIST WILL TBLL TOB ry Murine Bye Remedy for Red, Weak, Watery yes and Granulated Eyelids; No Smarting-- IQBt Hye comfort. Write for Book of the Kyo >jr mall Free. Murine Kye Remedy Co., Chicago* He Needn't Despair. A Scotch girl who had accidentally cut the point of her index finger with a chopper was coming from church with her finger bandaged. "What's the matter wi' yer haun'. Miss Parrish?" Inquired an admirer who accompanied her home. "Oh," replied the 'young lady, "I chopped a wee bit off my forefinger.** Vocally Overwhelmed. "You say that man has no science?" * "Well," replied Farmer Corntossel, "mebbe I oughn't to say that. But if he has one, it can't be much use to him. They say conscience is a still, small voice, an' the way he talks would keep It drowned out all the time." No Motorist. "I Judge from what you say of your financial condition, that you would not worry if there were a diamond famine." "No and to emphasize my imp©- cuniosity still further, I wouldn't even worry if there were a shortage of gasoline." Armenian Vocabularies. Przemysl has bothered us exceed­ ingly; but it is far from being the last of the tongue twisters that will .be set by the war. As a bit of training you might practice saying, "Strez prst skrz krk." This is the standard vowel- less shibboleth of the Bohemian lan­ guage, and It means: "Put your thumb down your throat." Or a course of Ar­ menian might be recommended. Speci­ mens -are "jshmarid," true; "pzhishg," a doctor; "prrngthsnel," to kindle; "aghohig," a girl, and "dsnoghkh," par ents.--London Chronicle. To Be 8ure. "Pa, what is the short and ugly word?" "It depends on the circumstances, •on. A word that is pleasing ordinar­ ily can be quite transformed when spoken by a person who is in an ugly mood." Must Be. "You say that she is sending year letters back unopened. Then you may be sure that she has given you up." "Why?" "Well, it shows that her contempt la greater than her curiosity." Pitiless. "DM Miss Howler stag with av feeling?" "Not oi feeling for her audienoet"--• Boston Transcript. A married woman ls fond ot having feer own way--and she can't under why her husband Isn't.