• ipiSRfifiag^ IIpPS!^ ^t#fKliksii;;ift^ , s " ' v v v " ' " ' ' • " ' * " " . " " * T " " " V ' ;^" , i : v -•- '••••:* • - •-•*• - s' ^ ^ - %* - •»*-«*«« 4* -V ': A" ? v? v*i*> u r'4>*' ~~X THE McHENRY PLAIXDEALER, McHENRY, ILL* WV.sU'* >*•{%£ if-; •$&:• :ir • 'm* • ft THE HEART NIGHT Wl A STORY OF THe GREAT I 0y viNGie e. «oe ILLUSTRATIONS 6y /tHf CJ^rsfcsJ WEST COPY/?/CMT OY PODO. fi£AD AND COMPANY CHAPTER XXXI. --16 The Red Death. 8o they were left, these two--the £ast and the West--alone upon the mighty pyre of the jumbled peaks. Only the forbidding spine of the Hog Back, running like a great thin blade high between the red surf creeping at i Its base, carried a passage out of the roaring death. Siletz had planned that the splendid blsuek should mftke It first. Now she turned back to the two men she loved--the Preacher, silent under the shielding ferns with his Bible and his flute, Sandry prone upon the earth, his face in the pine nee dles. She passed him and knelt beside the other. Her eyes were dim with the old look of emotion. She bared the white face and gazed long upon it. The call of blood had ever held her to this man mysteriously, though both were ignorant of the vital tie between them, the Preacher because of the dreamy blank in his mind since the tragedy of that far-off day, Siletz because Kolawmie, wise beyond his generation, had seen how blood takes to Its own, even at its cost. He had loved her mother and had tried to make her Indian, though she was white, a waif of the old frontier, and he had seen her break her heart and die. Therefore, after silent hours by the Great Waters he had accepted the mandate of Destiny and had taken the babe of the Broken Sign and given her to the only white woman he would trust. Ma Daily, who took her with few questions when she saw he would not tell her history. So now Siletz looked for the first and last time con sciously upon her own. Presently she leaned over and kissed him softly, re placed the ferns and rose. Beside Sandry she stopped, stood a moment gazing around at the pine boles that loomed like fearful ghosts In the smoke, and sat down beside him, tucking her feet with the age-old motion of the blanket-wearers beneath her skirt, so deeply had she absorbed the ways of the dusky people whom she loved. She did not speak. When at last the mac, his face drawn out of all Bemblance to itself, raised his eyes to her she was calm as the hills before the fire. He looked at her, raising himself on his elbow, looked long while Knowledge was born in him. 8o this was the West, the world he had once thought so unbearable, this was the wild, the untaught, the crude --this slim forest creature who served him without question because he had bought her with a kiss, who asked nothing, who stayed by him to die be-- cause she loved him! Who still be lieved in him despite that other's dec laration that she was his promised wife! And yonder went his world, ' his cultured, polished East, riding down to life and safety, her love for gotten in the face of danger! Yonder "went what he had thought "the best blood of the land!", Nay, he had been wrong! It was here beside him,Jits feet tucked under it in meekness, the savagery bidden in Its dim black eyes! The last barrier •went down in Walter Sandry, the last last strand of prejudice broke with a snap. He rolled near and caught the ' hem of her ragged skirt. "Little S'letz!" he said brokenly, **oh. Little S'letz! What am 1 that you Should have done this thing!" She looked down at him and the rare smile curled up the .corners of the lips above the sign. "You are my man," she said softly, "the king of the whole world! You •re the light on the waters, Sandry, the mist in the valleys, the path to the feet of God! Only I have lost my footing thereon." A tender wistfuiness rang in her Voice. She fell silent, after her fash ion when great emotions stirred her. Sandry's eyes smarted under blind ing tears. His chin was quivering with the mighty emotions that swelled bis heart to bursting and his scorched and blackened hands clung, trembling, to Siletz' skirt. "See, little |gie! I come at last to your 'God above the sea!' Take my hand that we may go together, and pray." But the girl raiBed a calm face to the unspeakable heavens--a face in which all struggle had been stilled, where there was neither hope nor fear, only great content. "No," she said, "I cannot pray for WHY MILK REFLECTS LIGHT I have lost it as the I have no soul. price of love." The man could not speak and she answered the look In his face. "We will go together. You have had no God. I have forsworn mine. We will go to hell--it is the right law-- the sure and Just wage of sin." she was falling into the stately Btble lan guage. Taking on the simple dignity of the Preacher's way land manner, "but we will go together. I give my soul to you." Biting his ashen lips Sandry rose on his knee and gathered hW into his arms. He held her to him with all the yearning of his breaking heart and buried his face in her throat. The dull rumbling again broke through the howling of the storm of fire that was fast surging its way to the cup among the Deaks. Behold the Hog Back running out from the jumbled peaks, a blade be tween the surges far below. Behold «. great black horse, carrying a double burden, staggering blindly. See a mammoth mongrel who tugs at the rein tied to his collar and strains to follow the dim trail which calls only to the heavy muzzle hugging the earth. And listen! A woman's golden voice, shrill with exquisite agony. "Help! Help! My God! ^h, my CJoci! I'm choking! I can't breathe! Save me! Save me, Hampden! You great brute, can't you do something?" In her wildness she turned and struck the man behind her and she never knew that her beautiful hand was red with the blood of his wound. As Hampden looked into her face, distorted like a maniac's, his hard eyes softened. He knew how slim the odds that they would beat the flames to the foot of the trail. Also he knew in that moment that they would never make it. "Yes," he said, swiftly, "there is somethin' I can do." He slid ofT the horse. With heavy hands he seized the skirt of the woman's gown and ripped it from her, tearing it into strips which he wound about her and fastened securely to the saddle horn. "When you come to th' Hog Back shut yer eyes an' don't look down. He'll take you all right. Now--Good bye." He stepped back, then caught her arm for one fleeting second." "Poppy girl," he said hoarsely, "kiss me--just once. I'm done for. but I love you. My God! How 1 love you!" But Poppy Ordway shook his hand loose and shrieked to the horse, which started forward with renewed heart under the lighter load. Out upon the two-foot blade of the Hog Back crept Coosnah, his long body flattened to the rock, his pale eyes contracted to pin-points. Black Bolt stopped at the awful point where the spine left the moun tain, trembling in every limb, and snorted with fear. Far below in the path. Almost fainting, the woman In the saddle shut her eyes and clung to the saddle horn, every nerve in her body stretched to the utmost and her breath held hard. Once she swayed, opened her eyes unconsciously, and saw the pine tops far below where a cross-gust of wind blew the smoke aside. A- way stood on the ptiitform of the j sling and was filled with a generous dreary station at the lost little town I Joy in that be had found these two orf the backwater, bound for the out-' Alive, wound slowly down from the A Great Black Horse Carrying a Dou ble Burden. sea of smoke long red streamers licked up toward them and blazing torches lighted them like searchlights But the dog pulled ahead on the long reins, as he was bidden to do. He was going home, faithful, wistful hy brid that he was. And the horse was of that fine mettle which does its best in the tace of danger. Therefore he shook him self slightly, gathered his feet an0 stepped out carefully on the narrow CHAHTER XXXII. The Blessed Rain. At camp at the upper rollway John Dally was searching wildly in the crowds of silent, exhausted men for trace of Sandry, of Siletz and of Miss Ordway. His face was ghastly, for love tore at his heart with double force. Ma Daily had not seen him for two days and when she met him she said straightly: "S'letz went into th* fire, son, after Sandry. That was hours ago. An' th' Jezebel woman went, too." That was the hardest knock of the big man's life and he came near not taking it standing. He staggered as from a blow and looked away to the | inferno they had left at the north -- the great dun canopy that covered the sky. Then he started on a wavering run among the men. calling for volunteers, shrieking hoarsely that two women were lost up there and that he was go ing after them. As he ran. looking up, something fell from the hidden heavens and splashed upon hia face. It stopped him in his tracks. Then another fell and another, big. plash ing drops that struck him like stones in their portent. They thickened swiftly, beating up the light ashes in tiny puffs, and from the gathered men, busy with roll-call and accounting, there came fir^t astounded exclama tions and then, as the drops gathered headway, a mighty cheer that rent the covered skies, even as a heavy clap ot thunder shook the hills. "The rains!" they cried, "the rains! The first rains!" And it was even so. Nature took a hand and sent Destiny skulking from the havoc of her carnival. The plashings turned to a downpour. Among the mountains the effect was indescribable. The thing that took place was too big for man to grasp. It was greater than the fires had been alone. Long sheets of water fell athwart the world, slanting from some tilted sea of the infinite. They dashed in among the canyons, played along the ridges, lashed slope and ledge and val ley. The smoke was beaten to the earth in a blanket that spread over a hundred miles and more. It writhed and twisted and was lost in the clouds of steam that fled, hissing, high above the hills. The gods played with the Coast country. Daily turned his face away from any man and the general went to the little south room in the cook-shack for Unaccustomed prayer. The world turned blue with rain as it had been white with smoke. And the pygmies, men, who had fought so long and failed, tossed their blackened hands in triumph and shout ed with the last of their voices. For an hour, two, it rained, until the black spikes on the devasted slopes werte blotted out. "It's mighty onusual, a rain's hard's this--specially the first rains," said a man from Toledo, earnestly. "Don't ever remember one's hard. D'you, Bill?" And Bill didn't. Presently, in the second hour of the downpour, a strange procession loomed out of the gray-blue sheets, startling the men who were out in it, too glad to shirk its worst, standing like ducks in the ashmud. It was the long, shining body of a giant dog, still tugging at the reins tied to his collar, a dripping black horse, tired to the point of falling, and a woman who sat fastened to the can- tie with strips of broadcloath, and whose face was not good to look upon. It bore upon its featiires the brand of too much horror. They flocked around her with cheers and eager hands, and questions that tumbled over each other. But John. Daily thrust them all aside to seize her wrist and demand word of Sandry and Siletz. "They're -- up behind -- the Hog Back," she shuddered as she spoke that name. "We found Hampden--set ting the--fires--with candles." Here there were awed mutterings. "He--shot that--Preacher. He said --the East Belt deed--was recorded all right--but that--he owned--the recorder." , She seemed dully bent on straight ening out some tangle. "Sandry is--a man--despite all. Get Hampden--if --he's alive. No. I don't mean--that. He--sent me down. The horse was-- near done." As she slid down into Daily's arms she said with her lust ounce of strength but with such com manding spirit that he knew she was in deadly earnest. "Get me--a convey ance--at once. 1 want to be in Toledo --for the--night train--out." side world and the far cities. At the same moment yet one more procession was coming slowly down from among the peaks, a line of men-- a long line, for weary as they were dozens had followed the foreman into the wreckfed, mud-deep forest--who bore tenderly among them two slings. It was a significant fact that scat tered along that scarecrow line was every man of Sandry's old crews who had gone over to Hampden. In one sling there swung gently the still figure of the Preacher. Its Book upon its breast, its martial flute beside it, its glimmerings of the Past for gotten. its wistful searchings ended. In the other lay Sandry. his right hand clasping two small dark ones whose owner trudged faithfully beside him refusing all offers of assistance. A holy joy was in his heart, his lips moved noiselessly in the rolling Latin mm A Huddled Heap Lay at Its Base. of a "Te Deum." This was the hour tor which he had carelessly learned it at college. Unashamed he acknowledged the ex istence of that Power which he had once denied to Siletz. And the little maid who had lost her soul for love lifted wondering eyes toward the west ridge, hidden in the dim distance, where her sanctuary, the seven-foot fir stump, waited in vain for her rites of worship. There was a wistful pathos in her calm acceptance of the mighty price which had been asked of her, and yet she was content. She had offered both her soul and bodjj, exalted, glorified. In that she might serve this man. Where her soul had been there wa3 a sweeping, burning, glorious passion which tightened her clasp on Sandry's hand. Neither she nor the young own er realized that they had exchanged places on the path of life. The procession, headed by John Daily who carried one end pf Sandry's cup behind the Hog Back, penetrating that fringe of pines at Its foot which had formed the trap. They were now but hideous blackened shapes, mon sters that towered frightfully into the rain, their bases smoking here and there where a bowlder shielded stub born fires. Close along the tace of the giant cliff they pressed, taking the shortest way. Suddenly, without warning, they came full upon a huddled heap that lay at its base. It was pitifully flat and broken, as If it had fallen from a great height, and - It bore upon a shoulder a dreary crimson stain, washed and widened by the fain. Daily halted and sent a cry along the line. They touched the thing wit* awed amaze, turning up in the blue dusk the heavy face of the Yellow Pines owner. Hampden, with the aid of the tow ering spine and the sheer depths, had made good his words. They would never send him to the chair. Arid with the passing of the won drous face under the disheveled gold hair had gone his last desire. They hastily constructed another sling and added one more burden to the procession. So at last and forever Walter San dry came unto his own. There was yet timber in the Coast country. The East Belt was all but free of the shadow. Those old hidden records should be unearthed through Hamp den's boast, or he would file on It legitimately himself, for that confes sion of FVazer's recorded deed ^ould invalidate the O'Connel filing. His enemy was gone--In shame and wrath and dishonor. He had won his fight. That old crime, done in poetic jus tice under the Right Law of primal man, troubled him not at all.^for he saw the glory of his father's face, heard his "1 am at peace." Beside him walked that love of which he had dreamed, the pearl of price which Le had so nearl. lost in his blindness. Before him went his tried friend, big John Daily, whose heart had shut on own pain and opened to him the more. At the camp waited the white-haired general who was a mother to him. Here was his life from this time forth, amid the stark forces of a vir gin country. The cities were far way, remote. He had heard the Winds of God upon the Sounding Board of the Hills and they had Bhown him Deity. He was no longer a questioner, an agnos tic. He had come too close to the bare heavens. Thus he was borne down the drip ping valley, filled with a vast peace, content--a Westerner at last. • • • • • • • "Sandy," whispered Siletz, as the procession wound up the slope to the cook-shack, lifting troubled, adoring dark eyes to his, "will it make any difference to you that I have no soul? Will my heart do?" And Sandy could only hold more tightly the two small brown hands. THE END. RED WIG TOO MUCH FOR A FAIR BRIDE She Left Mallad After Wedding Him and Finding Out, and Wouldn't Return. Detroit.--Alia Mallad was In com plete disguise at the time of his mar riage to May Hassan. <- His new little red wig didn't look like a wig at alL It looked just like his own hair. His bride hadn't discovered the dis guise when friends in Highland Park, near this city, gathered to welcome the couple to their new home. It was then that Mallad drew bis bride to him for the first kiss and -It was then that she discovered the disguise. Instead of a soul kiss or any other klndt oH,& kiss. Mallad discovered him- V r- Staring Into Eyes of Many Surprised Friends. self staring into the eyes of many sur prised friends. His bride had gone home. "I don't know what was the mat ter with tha^-woman." Mallad sajjl to Judge Mandell, while testifying'for a divorce. "She never kissed me and never lived with me." "It does seem strange," said the judge smiling as he looked over the expansive head of Mallad, with Just a tuft of hair near the neck. "She must have been an unappreciative woman." Mallad said that the wedding was quite expensive, as he gave his bride $100 to purchase her trousseau. This matter and all others she refused to discuss after the wedding, according to Mallad. _ It was nearly two years ago that their wedding took place, and daily since then until recently Mallad has visited his bride in the hope of win ning her love again. "She lets me see her just twenty minutes each day," he said. "But that was no good for a fellow in love." A decree was granted. Mother! If tongue fit coated, give "California Syrup of Figs." Children love this "fruit laxative^" and nothing else cleanses the tendef stomach, liver and bowels so nicely. A child simply will not stop playing to empty the bowels, and the result la they become tightly clogged with waste, liver gets sluggish, stomach sours, then your little one becomes cross, half-sick, feverish, don't eat, sleep or act naturally, breath Is bad» system full of cold, has sore throat, stomach-ache or diarrhoea. Listen, Mother! See If tongue is coated, then give a teaspoonful of "California Syrup of Figs," and in a few hours all the constipated waste, sour bile and undigested food passes out of the sjr»- tem, and you have a well child again. Millions of mothers give "California Syrup of Figs" because it Is perfectly harmless; children love it, and it nev er falls to act on the stomach, liver and bowels. Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs," whicli has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. ENGLISH AS SHE IS SPOKE HORSE TIED IN BARN A YEAR WOULD TAKE BIBLE TO RICH x&V m m • Consisting of Minute Droplets o^f Fat, It Throws Back Rays in Every Direction. One is often apt to forget that color is merely a reflection of light, and that anything which reflects light per fectly will the color of that light The most nearly perfect form to re flect is a sphere. The moon is bright because it reflects the sun. The earth is bright for the same reason, aB one can see""at the time of new moon, when the part of the moon hidden from the sun by the earth shines faint ly froui reflected earth light. Milk is like a collection of moons, ^t IB a liquid filled with minute drop lets of fat, each of them a perfect inhere. When the light strikes these, TT IB reflected at every angle, reflect ed on to bther droplets of fat and by tbem reflected on and on, until from fivery point in the milk the white light strikes on the outside is re jected. Thinfi of marbles made of looking several thou sand could be put on the head of a pin, and you will see the reason for the reflection, or the white coior ot milk. When, in the case of milk, the num ber of these little reflecting drops grows smaller, then the light Is not re flected so-much, and the liquid grows more transparent. Absence of full re flection makes milk less white, or. In a sense, more bluish, as the semitrans- parency of air makes blue sky, and of water blue sea. Thus it.came, that, as night closed down blue with rain over the tortured cqjmtry, two things of import to the fortunes of the Dilllngworth and its owner were taking place. Poppy Ord- GREEK WOMEN STILL DRUDGE Electric Steel Production. EleQtric steel appears to be making much progress In Germany. A report for 1914 shows the total production of crucible and electric steel to have been 184,400 tons and the electric product was nearly 90,000 tons--only 8,500 less than the output of crucible steel. And more electric furnaces were expected. Of the.20?plans pro ducing electric steel eight were mak ing high grade material to supplant crucible steel and 12 employed the electric furnace to melt ferro-manga- nesa. The Induction furnace was most used of the various types. Modern Emancipation of the Sex Has Not Yet Arrived in That Country. The position of women in modern Greek life is semioriental. to say the least. While the great ladles of Ath ens have an active .social career, ireek women, generally speaking, have no individuality. At parties the women generally sit apart, while In the country they are almost never to be found at table if guests arjj present, and upon tbem fails the greater portion of the labor of the household. Following the plow, harvesting and work upon the reads are common em ployments for the Greek peasant woman. Unmarried, her parents and her brothers control her conduct, and a husband means merely a chapge of masters for whom she toils while be sits at ease. An improvement, however, is gradu ally developing. The Greek, much more than Bome of his Balkan neigh bors, has outgrown the notion that They Do Not Take Time for God's Word, Is Assertion by New York Pastor. "Pity the poor rich, for they are the poorest of all. They are barricaded against the Bible. If the Master him self were to undertake to carry his message personally to the hotels and apartment houses of New York be would be turned aside by the door man with the Information that 'No peddlers are allowed.' " So Rev. Joseph W. Kemp, pastor of Calvary Baptist church, explained to me the Sunday sermon in which he said that "the crying need of religion in this city is to put Bibles in the homes of the wealthy." "How hardly shall they who have riches enter into the kingdom of heaven," tb<e divine earnestly quoted. "It is not t|jtat the possession of riches is inconsistent with Christianity, but that the rich grow to worship the creature of their own brains--money. They believe that riches may be count ed in the palm. This is aot so. True riches are within. There are millionaires of the mind, Rockefellers of the soul, and they are found often- er than not among the poor--the rich poor whose dooi% and whose intel- the sole occupation fit for a man is warfare. Through schools, endowed and under royal patronage; through other enterprises, and especially throygh the demands of modern busi ness life, new avenues for employ ment and advancement are opening for women, and in another generation it is altogether likely that the wom en of Greece will be found with heir sisters of the West, demanding as rtghts what they now regard w great privileges.--G. H. Mo-er in the Na tional Geographic Magazine. lects are open to the Gospel of Christ." "To what do you attribute the re ligious apathy of the rich?" I asked Doctor Kemp. "The rich are obsessed with mate rialism," Doctor Kemp answered. "They have all the time in the world to read the latest novel, to go and see the latest play, but they have no time for the word of God."--Nixola Greeley-Smith, In N^v York World. Cow Makes New Butter Record. A world's iecord for butter produc tion has just been completed at Pine Groves farm, owned by Oliver Cabana, Jr., of Buffalo, by Lady Pontiac J<»- hana a tbree-and-a hair-year-old cow valued pt $20,000. In seven days Lady Pontiac Johana produced 4181-100 pounds of butter and 658 pounds of milk. This performance makes her the third highest classed cow in the world, the two higher ones being full-grown animals. She beat the for mer world's butter record by 6)4 pounds. Marketing Farm Products. United States Senator Fletcher has called a meeting of the national mar keting committee to devise means to aid the farmer in marketing his prod ucts, and also to enable the consumer to distinguish between the high cost of food and the high cost of serv ice. "The farmers of the country are pro ducing annually crops for which they receive $9,000,000,000, and for which the consumer pays, $27,000,000,000," said Representative W. S. Goodwin of Arkansas, a member of the committee. "The farmer gets 35 cents and the middleman gets 65 cents for each dol lar the consumer pays for the farm er's crops. There Is an enormous amount of waste, especially in perish able products, because of the lack of some central directing intelligence.'" Real "'Fish 8tory.M An ancient Californian Indian tribe whose relics have been found are said to have used the bones from a whale's head, painted red, as head and footstones for their burial cairns, al though the burial place was nearly 10d miles from the sea. These were obtained, of course, from the well- known flying whale of revered mem ory, which the Indians attracted by shouting in a loud tone their word for Jonah. Thereupon the whale, slath ering with anticipation, would think to perch on a mountain, which, al though 100 miles distant. looked near at hand in the pure western air, and before he could recover his equili brium he would fall to earth and be* come a victim of the savages ruds implements of war. The annual catch is supposed to have run as high as 80.000 whales.--Springfield Repub lican. Was Given Food and Water, but Hu mane Officer Rescued Him. St. Joseph, Mo.--A horse belonging to Ellas Chute had not been outside of the barn for more than a year until a few days ago. Through most of one winter, spring, summer, fall and part of another winter the old animal had stood tied in his stall. His hoofs had grown over his shoes, and his appear ance showed that he had been neg lected in everything but food and water. Humane Officer ZiemendorfT learned of the case, went to the little barn and gave the horse his first breath of out door air&Jn many months. Ziemen dorfT had the animal's hoofs trimmed, and exacted a promise from Chute that the horse would be exercised ev ery day in the future. The owner said he had no use for the horse, and, not wishing to sell him. had left him standing in the barn. Doctor's Instructions Evidently by No Means as Explicit as He Had Meant Them to Be. "Ah," said the North Illinois street doctor to the patient, as he examined his arm, "it is'only a boil, and you couldn't have a boil anywhere else that would give you less trouble, ex cept--" "Except where?" asked the patient. "Except when it's on the other fel low," and the doctor laughed heartily at his time-worn Joke. "Now all you have to do," said the doctor, "Is to take this prescription to the druggist. He'll give you a little plaster. Place the plaster above the boil, and it'll draw the boll to a head In a Jiffy." Two days later the patient presented himself again to the doctor "No good, doc," he said, "it didn't draw to a head, and It's worse than ever." "Why, man," said the doctor, "the plaster Isn't on the boil at all. It's two inches above It." "Well, you told me to place it above the boll." "Did I? Well, I meant for yon to place It over the boil. Next time I'll be more explicit In my Instructions." --Indianapolis News. HE FEARED TO GO FURTHER Lawyer Had His Own Reasons for DIs- continuing thlt Examination of the Witness. Many years ago a trial waS in prog ress in San Francisco. an(* counsel for defendant was cross-examining a wit ness for plaintiff. An earthquake shook the chandeliers and dislodged c portion of the ceiling. Jurors, wit nesses and spectators started for the door, but the Judge checked the exodus of the lawyers by retaining his seat and his composure and exclaiming: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, flat Justitia ruat ceiling." The seimic disturb ance being over the crowd returned. "You can proceed with the cross- examination of the witness," said the Judge to the counsel for the defendant. "Pardon me, your honor," was the reply, "but after the late exhibition of the displeasure of the Almighty at the lies this witness was telling, I do not care to further invoke divine wrath. 1 will ask him no more questions."-- Case and Comment. TREASURE IN OLD CHEST While Arranging for Sale of Man's Effects a Little Roll of $1,000 Is Discovered. Hamburg, Pa.--While preparations wore being made for the sale of the personal effects of* Daniel Stoudt, an old chest, supposed to be empty, was removed from the garret. A rolling noise was heard, but could not be lo cated until his son broke open with an ax what proved to be a secret drawer. He was amazed at the glitter of gold," amounting to $800, and other coins and currency, totalling about $1,000. But for the noise the chest would have been aold for a trifle. Jackal a Gleaner. The Jackal follows In the wake o» lions and tigers and feeds from th« remains of the Inaraudlag expedition* of the larger aalmala. PREFERS DEATH TO PARTING Meat Market Clerk at Newport Shoots Self When Wife Is About to Leave Him. Newport, R. I.--Spreading photo graphs of his wife and only child on the floor in front of him, William A. Ferrent, a clerk in a meat market here, fatally shot himself in the head. Ferrent was despondent because his young wife had told him that she •ould go back to her parents because of poor support, but would be at home Friday evening to say good-by. He is twenty-two7 years old. DRINK LOTS OF WATER TO FLUSH THE KIDNEYS Eat Less Meat and Take Salts Backache or Bladder Trouble- Neutralize Acids. for Deer Has Auto Ride. Altoona. Pa.--Shoppers in the busi ness part of this town stoppedi and stared at a live deer out on an auto mobile ride. It was the buck that has b0w living with the cattle on Frank Wej^ndt's farm in Frankstown town ship for some time. Deputy game wardens captured it, bound its legs and placing it in the car hauled it to an other part of the county-and turned it loos'*. Uric acid In meat excites the kid neys, they become overworked; get sluggish, ache, and feel like lumps of lead. The urine becomes cloudy; the bladder is irritated, and you may be obliged to seek relief two or three .imes during the night. When the kid neys clog you must help them flush off the body's urinous waste or youll be a real sick person shortly. At first you feel a dull misery in the kidney region, you suffer from backache, sick headache, dizziness, stomach gets sour, tongue coated and you feel rheumatic twinges when the weather is bad. Eat less meat, drink lots of water; also get from any pharmacist four ounces of Jad Salts; take » table- spoonful in a glass of water before breakfast for a few days and your kidneys will then act fine. This fa mous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon Juice, combined with lithia, and has been used for generations to clean clogged kidneys and stimulate them to normal activity, also to neutralize the acidts in urine, so it no longer Is a source of irrita^ tion, thus ending bladder weakness. Jad Salts is inexpensive, cannot In jure; makes a delightful effervescent lithia-water drink which everyon* should take now and then to keep the kidneys clean and active. Druggists here say they sell lots of Jad Salts to folks who believe to overcoming kid ney trouble while It Is only trouble.-* Adv. _i * Evidence st Hand. "It is said," remarked the boards® who reads the scientific notes in pa* ent medicine almanacs, "that the scan ty garments worn by the savages ̂so count %r thelf unusual longevity." "1 dop't dphbt it." rejoined the old bachelor at the pedal extremity ot ths mahogany. "Just look at the great age attained by our ballet girls." Japan has found valuable deposits of coal on an Island In Nagasaki har bor and close to Its Sasebo naval st»- UUIl. Coal oil was first need as Mtld>a Careful Investigation reveals trutlh . w# i v?