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X •! . PLAINDEALER, McHENRY, / -k vi>- •'"*& 1 • « V it ...*<-•*> 14 . ; i Mi' <1 ' r ^ .•"!, : f v > -•: • - " • * <«-> I r ' , '> ' . * .v. w« * rj. r inr-'C^c- By TALBOT MUNDY >£ : - x&v • • < The Most i Picturesque Romance of the Coprrictrt by Tb« BobtM-MerrOl Ci--lT Decade t , CHAPTER XIV--Continued. Rewa Gunga, spoke truth ia Delhi * "ifhen he assured King he should some 4ay wonder at Yasmini's dancing. f She became joy and bravery and jwmth! She danced a story for them f , «f the things they knew. She was the -N i 4awo light, touching the distant peaks. r She was the wind that follows It, \ .) Sweeping among the junipers and kiss- ' <og each as she came. She was laugh- tpr, as the little children laugh when the cattle are loosed from the byres at ...last to feed In the valleys. She was T-\ , the scent of spring uprising. She was Y*" ' Ijlossom. She was fruit! Very daugh­ ter of the sparkle of warm sun on >*now. she was the "Heart of the Hills" ••'lierselfI " R** ^ever WttS such dancing! Never - - -)«uch an audience ! Never such mad fVvV " ' Jlpplouse! She danced until the great t fought guards had to run round the °$rena with clubbed butts and beat " fcaek trespassers who would have mobbed her. And every movement-- •every gracious wonder-curve and step with which she told her tale was as purely Greek as the handle on King's knife and the figures on the lamp-bowls , and as the bracelets on her arm. <3reek! - And she tialf-faodein Russian, ex- ftrl-wife of a semi-civilized hill rajah! Who taught her? There Is nothing new, even In Khinjan, In the "Hills!" And when the crowd defeated the arena guards at last and burst through the swinging butts to seize hor and fling her high and worship her with mad barbaric rite, she ran toward the Shield. The four men raised it shoul­ der high again. She went to it like a leaf in the wind--sprang on it as If wings had lifted her, scarce touching it with naked toes--and leapt to the bridge with a laugh. She went over the bridge on tiptoes, like nothing else under heaven but Yasmlnl at her bewltchlngest. And without pausing on the far side she danced up the hewn stone stairs, dived into the dark hole and was gone! "Come!" yelled Ismail In King's ear. He could have heard nothing less, for the cavern was like to burst apart from the tumult. "Whither?" the Afrldl shouted in Disgust. "Does the wind ask whither V Come like the wind and see! They will remember next that they have a bone to pick with thee! Come away!" That seemed good enough advice. He followed as fast as Ismail could shoul­ der a way out between the frantic hlll- inen, deafened, stupefied, numbed, al­ most cowed J>y the ovation they were Jfivtng "Heart of their Hills." : CHAPTER XV. As they disappeared after a scramble through the mouth of the same tun­ nel they had entered by, a roar went tip behind them like the birth of earth­ quakes. Looking back over his shoul­ der, King saw Yasmlnl come back into jthe hole's mouth, to stand framed in it ' and bow acknowledgment. For the space of five minutes she stood in the jjreat hole, smiling and watching the crowd below. Then, she went, and the guards began to loose random volleys at the roof and brought down hun­ dredweights of splintered stalactite. Within a minute there were a hun­ dred men busy sweeping up the splin­ ters. In another minute twenty Zakka Khels had begun a sword dance, yell­ ing like demons. A hundred joined them. In three minutes more the whole arena was a dinning whirlpool, and the river's voice was drowned in shouting and tb« stamping of naked feet on stone. "Come!" urged Ismail, and led the v way. King's Inst Impression was of earth's womb on fire and of hellions brewing wrath. The stalactites and the hurry­ ing river multiplied the dancing lights Never Was Such Dancing. :M "'W4-totot a million, and the great roof hurled the din down again to make confusion with the new din coming up. Ismail went like a rat down a run, V* and it became so dark that King had to follow by ear. He imagined they were running back toward the ledge under the waterfall; yet. when Ismail called a lialt at last, panting, groped behind a great pock for a lamp and lit the wick with a common safety match, they were in a cave he had never seen before. "Where are weT* Dni 'i "Where none dare seek us. Art thou afraid?" asked Ismail, holding the lamp to King's face. "Kuch dar nahln hai!" he answered. "There is no such thing as fear!** Suddenly the Afridi blew the lamp oat, and then the darkness became solid. Thought itself left off less than a yard away. "Ismail!" he whispered. But Ismail did not answer him. He faced £bout, leaning pgalnst the rock, with the flat ifc .Wth hands pressed tight-against if for the sake of its company; and almost at once he saw a little bright red light glowing in the; distance. It might have been below him; ft was perfectly impossible to judge, for the darkness was not measurable. "Flowers turn to the light!" droned Ismait's voice above sententiously, and turning, he thought he could see red eyes peering over the rock. He jumped, and made a grab for the flowing beard that surely nuist be below them, but he missed. "Little fish ewim to the light!" droned Ismail. "Moths fly to the light! Who is a man that he should know less than they?" ; He turnednagaln and stared at the light. Dimly, very vaguely he could make out that a causeway led down­ ward from almost where he stood. He was convinced that should he try too climb back Ismail would merely reach out a hand and shove him down again, and there was no sense in being put to that Indignity. He decided to go forward, for there was even less sense in standing still. So he stooped to feel the floor with his hand before deciding to go forward. There was no mistaking the finish given by the tread of countless feet. He was on a highway, aid there are not often pit­ falls where so many feet have been. For all that he went forward as a certain Agag once did. and it was many minutes before he could see a certain glowing blood-red in the light behind two lamps, at the top of a flight of ten stone steps. When he went quite close he saw carpet down the middle of the steps, so ancient that the stone showed through in places; all the pattern, supposing it ever had any, was worn or faded away. Carpet and Bteps glowed red too. His own face, and the hands he held In front of him were red-hot-poker color. Yet outside the little ellipse of light the darkness looked like a thing to lean ngainst, and the silence was so intense that he could hear the arteries sing­ ing by his ears. He saw the curtains move slightly, apparently In a little puff of wind that made the lamps waver. Then he walked up the steps and at the top he stooped to examine the lamps. They were bronze, cast, polished and graved. All round the circumference of each bowl were figures in half- relief, representing a woman dancing. She was the woman of the knlfe-hllt, and of the lamps In the arena! But no two figures of the dance were alike. It was the same woman dancing, but the artist had chosen twenty differ­ ent poses with which to immortalize his skill, and hers. Both lamps burned sweet oil with a wick, and each had a chimney of horn, not at all unlike a modern lamp chimney. The horn was stained red. As he set the second lamp down he became aware of a subtle, interesting smell, and memory took him back at once to Yasmlnl's room in the Chandni Chowk In Delhi where he had smelled it first. It was the peculiar scent he had been told was Yasmlnl's own--a blend of scents, like a chord of music, In which musk did not predominate. He took three strides and touched the curtains, discovering now for the first time that there were two of them, divided down the middle. They were of leather, and though they looked old as the "Hills" themselves, the leather was supple ns good cloth. "Kurram Khan hal!" he announced. But the echo was the only answer. There was no sound beyond the cur­ tains. With his heart in his mouth he parted them with both hands, startled by the sharp jangle of metal rings on a rod. So he stood, with arms outstretched, staring--staring--staring--with eyes skilled swiftly to take In details, but with a brain that tried to explain-- formed a hundred wild suggestions-- and then reeled. He was face to face with the unexplalnable--the riddle of Khinjan caves. The leather curtains slipped through his fingers and closed behind him with the clash of rings on a rod. But he was beyond being startled. He was not really sure he was in the world, lie was not certain whether it was the twentieth century, or 55 B. C., or ear­ lier yet; or whether time had ceased. The place where he was did not look like a cave, but a palace chamber, for the rock walls had been trimmed square and polished smooth; then they had been painted pure -white, except for a wide blue frieze, with a line of gold leaf drawn underneath it. And on the frieze, done in gold-leaf too, was the Grecian lady of the lamps, always dancing. There were fifty or Sixty figures of her, no two alike. A dozen lamps were burning, set in niches cut in the walls at measured intervals. They were exactly like the two outside, except that their horn chimneys were stained yellow instead of red, suffusing everything In a golden glow. ^Opposite him was a cor Lain, pulier .#* bed. lay hand in hand, and. the woman was so exactly like Yasmlnl, even to her clothing and her naked feet, that it was not possible for a man to be self- possessed, They, both seemed asleep. It was minutes before he satisfied himself that the man's breast did not rise and IfalJ under the bronze Roman armor and that the woman's jeweled gauzy stuff was still. Imagination played such tricks with him that in the still­ ness he imagined he heard breathing. After he . was sure they were both dead, he went nearer, but it was a minute yet before he knew the woman But he did not need to look. The man on the bed was not so much like himself as the woman was like her, but the resemblance seemed to grow under his eyes. King was the taller and the younger,by several years, but tlie noses were the same, and the wrinkled foreheads; both men had the same firm month; both looked like Romans. CHAPTER XVI. L On It, Above the Linen, a Man and a Woman Lay Hand in Hand. like that through which tered. Near to the curt whose great wooden cracked with age. In sp] It was spread with- fin#. Richly embroidered, not Indian draperies hung to the floor on either above the linen, a man were liti>n. §»«*»'«t was not she. At first a wild thought possessed him that she had killed her­ self. The only thing to show who he had been were the letters S. P. Q. R. on a great plumed helmet, on a little table by the bed. But she was the woman of the lamp-bowls and the frieze. A life-size stone statue in a corner was so like her, and like Yasmlnl too, that it was difficult to decide which of the two It represented. She had lived when he did, for her fingers were locked in his. And he had lived two thousand years ago, be­ cause his armor was about as old as that, and for proof that he had died in it part of his breast had turned to powder inside the breastplate. The rest of his body' was whole and per­ fectly preserved. Stern, handsome in a high-beaked Roman way. gray on the temples, flrrn- llpped, he lay like an emperor in har­ ness. But the pride and resolution on his face were outdone by the serenity of hers. Very surely those two had been lovers. Both of them looked yonng and healthy--the woman younger than thirty--twenty-five at a guess--and the man perhaps forty, perhaps forty- five. Every stitch of the man's cloth­ ing had decayed, so that his armor rested on the naked skin, except for a dressed leather kilt about his middle. The leather was as old as the curtains .at the entrance, and as well preserved. But the woman's silked clothing was as new as the bedding. Yet, they both died about the same time, or how could their fingers have been Interlaced? And some of the jewelry on the wom­ an's clothes wa^ very ancient as well as priceless. He looked closer at the fingers for signs of force and suddenly caught his breath. Under the woman's flimsy sleeve was a wrought gold bracelet, smaller than that one he himself had wofn in Delhi and up the Khyber. He raised the loose sleeve to look more closely at it, and the movement laid bare another bracelet, on the man's right wrist. Size for size, this was the same as the one that had been stolen from himself. *• Memory prompted him. He felt Its outer edge with a finger nnll. There was the little nick that he had niade In the soft gold when he struck It against the cell bars in the jail at the Mir Khan palace! He touched the gold. It was warm. Be repeated the test on the woman's wrists. Hers was warm, too. Both bracelets had been worn by a living being within an 'hour-- He muttered and frowned in thought, and then suddenly jumped backward. The leather curtain near the bed had moved on its bronze rod. "Aren't they dears?" a voice said in English behind him. "Aren't they sweet?" Yasmlnl stood not two arms' lengths away, lovelier than the dead woman because of the merry life In her, young and warm, aglow, but looking like the dead woman and the woman of the frieze--the woman of the lamp-bowls-- the statue--come to life, speaking to him in English more sweetly than If It had been her mother tongue. The English abuse their language. Yas- mini caressed it and made it do its work twice over. Being dressed as a native, he salaamed low. Knowing him for what he was, she gave him the senna- stained tips of her warm fingers to kiss, and he thought she trembled when he touched them. But a second later she had snatched them away and was treating him to raillery. "Man of pills and blisters!" she said, "tell me how those bodies are pre­ served ! Spill knowledge from that learned skull o£ thine!" He did not answer. He never shone In conversation at any time, having made as many friends as enemies by saying nothing until the spirit moves him. But she did not know that yet. "If I knew for certain why those two did not turn to worms," she went on, "almost I would choose to die nOw. while I am beautiful! What would they say, think you. King sahib, if they found us two dead beside those two? Speak, man, speak! Has Khin­ jan struck you dumb?" But he did not speak. He was star­ ing a t her arm, where two whitish marks on the skin betrayed that brace­ lets. had been. "Oh, those! They are theirs. I would hot rob the dead, or the gods would turn on me. 1 robbed you, In­ stead. while you slept. Fie, King sa­ hib, while you slept!" But her steel did not strike on flint. It was her eyes that flashed. He would have done better to have seemed ashamed, for then he might hav«» fooled her, at least for a while. Bur having judged himself, he did not cart a fig for her judgment of him. She realized that instantly and having found a tool that would not work, discarded it for a better one. She grew confidential.- "I borrow them," she explained, "but I put them back. I take them for so many days, and when the day comes--the gods like us to be exact 1, You were near death when I took the bracelet last night.The time was up. I would have stabbed you if you had tried to prevent me!" Now he spoke at last and gave her a first glimpse of an angle of his mind she had not suspected. "Princess," he said. He used the word with the deference some men can combine with effrontery, so that very tenderness has barbs. "You might have had that thing back if you had sent a messenger for It at any time. A wtird by a servant would have been enough." "You could never have reached Khinjan then!" she retorted. Her eyes flashed again, but his did not waver. "Princess," he. said, "why speak of what you don't know?" He thought she would strike like a snake, but she smiled at him Hfetead. And when 'Yasmlnl has smiled on a man he has never been just the same man afterward. He knows more, for one thing. He has had a lesson in one of the finer arts. "I will speak of what I do know,"' she said. "No, there is no need. Look! Look!" She pointed at the bed--at the man on the bed--fingers locked In those of a woman who looked so like herself. He looked, knowing well there was something to be understood, that stared him in the face. But for the life of him he could not determine question or answer. "What Is in your bosom?" she asked him. He put his hand to his shirt. "Draw it out!" she said, as a teacher drills a child. He drew out the gold-hilted knife with the bronze blade, with which a man had meant to murder him. He let it He on the, palm of his hand and looked from it to her and back again. The hilt might have been a portrait of her modeled from the life. "Here is another like It," she said, stepping to the bedside. She drew back the woman's dress at the bosom and showed a knife exactly like that In King's hand. "One lay on her bosom and one on his when I found them!" she said. "Now, think again !" He did think", of thirty thousand pos­ sibilities, and of one impossible idea that stood up prominent among them all and Insisted on seeming the only likely one. "I saw the knife in your bosom last night," she said, "and laughed so that I nearly wakened you." "Why didn't jou take it with the, bracelet?" King asked her, holding it out. "Take it now. I don't want it."; She accepted it and laid it pn the: man's bronze armor. Then, however, she resumed it and played with it. "Look again!" she said. "Think and look again!" He looked, and he knew now. JJut he still preferred that she should tell him, and his lips shut tight. "Can you guess why I changed my mind about you--wise man?" She looked from him to the man on the bed and back to him again. Hav­ ing solved the riddle. King had leisure to be interested In her eyes, and watched them analytically, like a Jew­ eler appraising diamonds. They were strangely reminiscent, but much more changeable and colorful than any he had ever seen. They had the baffling trick of changing while he watched them. "Having sent a man to kill you. why did I cease to want to kill you? In­ stead of losing you on the way to Khin­ jan, why did I run risks to protect you after you reached here? Why did I save your life in, the Cavern of Earth's Drink tonight? You do not know yet? Then I will tell your some­ thing else you do not know. I was In Delhi when you were! I watched and listened while you and Rewa Gunga talked in my house! I was In Rewa Gunga's carriage on the train that he took and you did not! I have learned at first hand that you are not a fool. But that was not enough! You had to be three things--clever and brave and one other. The one other you are! Brave you have proved yourself to be! Clever you must be, to trick your way Into Khinjan fftves, even with Ismail at your elbow? That is why I saved your life--because you are those two things and -- and -- one other!" She snatched a mirror from a little ivory table--a modern mirror--bad glass, bad art, bad workmanship, but silver warranted^ "Look in tt «|»4 then at himl" %ne ordered. < ^'Atbelstan!" ;iShe pronounced hie given name at if she loved the word, standing straight n|aln and looking Into Ills eyes. There were high lights in hers that out- gleamed the diamonds on her dreSs. Your gods and mine have done this, Athelstan. When the gods combine they lay plans well indeed !" I only know one God," he answered simply, as a man speakrf of the deep things in his heart. I know of many! They love me! They shall love you, tOOrl Many are better than one! You shall learn to know my gods, for we are to be part­ ners, you and I!" - . She took his hand agntn, her eyes burning with excitement and mysti­ cism and ambition like a fever. She seemed to take more than.physical pos session of him. , i "What brought them here? Tell me that!" she demanded, pointing to the bed. "You think he brought her? I tell you she was the spur that drove him! Is it a wonder that men called her the 'Heart of the Hills?' I found them ten years ago and clothed her and put new linen on their bed, for the old was all rags and dust. There have always been hundreds--and sometimes thousands--who knew the secret of Khinjan caves, but this has been a secret within a secret. Someone, who knew the secret before I, sawed those bracelets through and fitted hinges and clasps. The men you saw In the Cavern of Earth's D/ink have no doubt I am the 'Heart of the Hills' come to life! They shall know thee as him within a little while!" She held his hand a little tighter and pressed closer to him, laughing softly. He stood as if made of iron, and that only made her laugh the more. "Tales of the 'Heart of the. Hills' have puzzled the raj, haven't they, these many years? They sent me to find' the source of them. Me! They chose well ! There are not many like me! - I have found this one dead wom­ an who was like me. And in ten years, until you came, I have found no man like him!" She tried to look Into his eyes, but he frowned straight in front of him. His native costume and Rangar turban did not make him seem any less a man. His jowl, that was beginning to need shaving, was as grim and as sat­ isfying as the dead Roman's. She stroked his left hand with soft fingers. "I used to think I knew how to .dance!" she laughed. "For ten years I have taken those pictures of her for my model and have striven to learn what she knew. I have surpassed her! I used to think I knew how to amuse myself with men's dreams--until I found this! Then I dreamed on my own account! My dream was true, my warrior! Yoti have come! Our hour has come!" She tugged at his hand. He was hers, soul and harness, if outward signs could prove It. "Come!" she said. "Is this my hos­ pitality? You are weary and hungry. Come!" She led him by the hand, for It would have needed brute force to pry She struck a golden gong th*-o, and a native woman came In, who stared at King as if she had seen him before and did not like him. Yasnini nodded to the servant, who clapped her hands. At once came a stream of hillmen, robed In white, who carrt«,*d sherbet in bottles cooled In snow and dishes fra­ grant with hot food. IJe recognized his own prisoners from the Mir Khan Palace jail, and nodded to them as they set the things down under the maid's direction. When they had fin­ ished eating Yasmlnl drove the maid away with a sharp word; he brought an ivory footstool and set it about a yard away from her waxen toes. And she, watching him with burning eyee, wound tresses tof her hair around the golden dagger handle, making her jew­ els glitter with each movement. **The gods of India, who are the only real gods, what do they think of it all! They have been good tc, the English, but they have had no thanks. They will stand aside now and watch a greater jihad than the world has ever seen! I love them, and they love me-- as you shall love me, too! If they did not love bpth of us, we would not both be here! We must obey them!" None of the East's amazing ways of courtship are ever tedious. Love springs into being on an instant and lives n. thousand years inside an hour. She left no doubt as "to her meaning. She and King'were to love, as the East knows love, and then the world might have just what they two did not care to take from it. His only possible course as yet was the defensive, and there Is no defense like silence. He was still. "The sirkar," she vent on, "the silly sirkar fears that perl.aps Turkey may enter the war. Perhaps a jihad may be proclaimed. So much for fear! I know! I have known for a very long time! And I have not let fear trouble me at all!" Her eyes were on his steadily, and she read no fear 1q his, either, for none was there, In hers he saw ambition-- triumph already -- excitement -- the gambler's love of all the hugest risks. Behind them burned genius and the devilry that would stop at nothing. As the general had told him in Peshawur. she would dare open hades gate and ride the devil down the Khyber for the fun of it. (TO BE CONTINUED.) No Raise I n P r i c e O f T h i s Great Remedy CASCARAf? QUININE * Tke standard colrl can tot 10 yet *-- ia tablet form--*afe,sure, BO opiata* <uiei cold ia 24 hours--grip it 3 4atys- Money backifitliils. Get Ike genuine box with Red top and Mr i Hill' s picture on it. Costs less, give* more, saves moaey. 24 Tablata for 2Sc. 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But there were several magnificent mountains higher than any along the Flnlay. Much the finest of all these lay far to the northeastward. It was a vast afTalr with three great sum mlts, two of them peaks, the third and tallest an Immense square block. This mountain was big enough to have aroused our enthusiasm, and yet we gave comparatively scant heed to It. Far down the south slope of It, fill­ ing a great valley miles and miles wide, there flowed a perfectly Im­ mense, glistening glacier. "That is what makes the Quadacha white," .Toe conceded. There could be no doubt about It. For a long time I had realized that It would require a good-sized rock mill to grind up enough silt to color such ii big stream as the Quadacha, but where was a mill big enough for the We were at least forty miles from It, for we were not fully twenty miles west of the works, and from the forks ro the glacier must be at least twenty more. We were eight as one must travel In that region. Yet there that srreat white mas? loomed up far and away the most notable phenomenon In that whole magnificent panorama. It I<i the biggest thing In the whole Fln­ lay country. I venture to predict that \^hen the glncler has been more closely examined it will be found to be one of the biggest, if n'oj, the very biggest. In the whole Rocky Mountain system. VACfc*MVA>e- "Can You Guess Why I Changed My Mind About You--Wise Man?" her fingers loose. She drew aside the leather curtain that hung on a bronze rod near the bed, led him through It* and let It clash to again behind them. Now they were In the dark together, and it was not comprehended in her scheme of things to let circumstance lie fallow. She pressed his hand, and sighed, and then hurried, whispering tender words he could scarcely catch. When they burst together through a curtain at the other end of u passage In the rock, his skin was rsed under the tan and for the first time her eyes refused to meet his. "Why did they choose that cave to sleep in?" she asked him. "Ia not this a better one? Who laid them there?" He stared about. They were in a great room far more splendid than the first. There was a great fountain In the center splashing in the midst of flowers. They were cut flowers. The "Hills" must have been scoured for them within a day. There were great cushioned couches all about and two thrones made of ivory and gold. Between two couches was a table, laden with golden plates and a golden jug. on pure white linen. There were two goblets of beaten gold and knives with golden handles and bronze blades. The whole room seemed to be drenched In the scent Yasinini favored, and there was the same frieze running round all four walls, with thf woman depicted on it /I dancing. "Come, we shall eat!" she said, lead­ ing him by the hand to a couch. 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The familiar winter bird, the white- breasted nuthatch, is the champion "steeplejack" of the world, says an exchange. It can travel headforemost down any tree trunk In the forest and can perform other dizzy gymnastic feats with astounding ease. The nut­ hatch makes nothing of thrillers. The winter hawks occasionally try to catch asleep this weasel of a bird. The nuthatch, however, can scuttle around a tree trunk, thrice outpacing the squirrel at the same trick. The bird braves the bitter cold, and if It knew how it probably would hearten us in the winter days with something more cheerful than "Quank. quank." It does not know how, however, anfl so we must take it for ftl beauty and Its society and let the rest go. Sea-Lion Perfonmera. Any boy who has gone to a clrcui knows what remarkable "stunts" sea- lions can perform--human beings can^ do some of tliem. There is, of course the trick of balancing a big ball OL their snouts and tossing It from one to another in that way. The sea-lion or­ chestra is not particularly musical, but the"animals can create an awful din by means of horus, drums and bells. The more clever of them can walk up a ladder aud down, with a baton on their snout; while others roll over or dive when there is a tank. Each traiu- er tries new tricks with his lions, mak­ ing sure at first that he can do th» most common ones. Crushed Possibilities. Jonea, the cub reporter, was fat, bat he looked as melancholy as a: fat man can when he entered the city editor's office. "Why was my story killed?" ha asked gloomily. "An act of mercy," said the editor. < Ton fell down on U first" Over the quick, short, direct, low-altitude ; Golden State Route-- thmElPeuto Short Lintv f All the comforts, and many of the luxuries, , of a first-class hotel. Justly famous as the model through train-- yet it costs you no man. Daily from Chicago and St Louis. • • • The California/* is another famous fast train to Southern California See th« apadha trail en route. < Our representative will be glad to plan your tripforyou. Write for booklets. L. M. ALLEN Passenger Traffic Manafsr Rock (stand Lines 790 U Salle Station, CMcag*