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BIIIOu HEADACH , SICK "CSCARETS" Gently cleanse your liver and sluggish bowels while you sleep. Get a 10-cent box. Sick headache, biliousness, dizzi ness, coated tongue, foul taste and foul breath-always trace them to torpid! liver; delayed, fermenting food in the bowels or sour, gassy stomach. Poisonous matter clogged in the in testines, instead of being cast out of the system is re-absorbed into the blood. When this poison reaches the delicate brain tissue it causes con gestion and that dull, throbbing, sick ening headache. Cascarets immediately cleanse the stomach, remove the sour, undigested food and foul gases, take the excess bile from the liver and carry out all the constipated waste matter and poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will surely straighten you out by morning. They work while you sleep-a 10-cent box from your druggist means your head clear, stomach sweet and your liver and bowels regular for months. Adv. Her Difficulty. A young lady who lisped very badly was treated by a specialist, and after diligent practice and the expenditure of some money, learned to say, "Sis ter Susie's Sewing Shirts for Soldiers." She repeated it to her friends at a private rehearsal, and was congratu lated upon her masterly performance. "Yeth," she said dubiously, "but it Ith thuth an ectheedingly difficult re mark to work into a converthathon ethpethially when you conthider that %I have no thithter Thuthie." Safety First. In a certain village down South there was a physician noted for his reckless automobile driving. One day when he answered the telephone, a woman's voice asked him if he were going out driving that afternoon. "No; I hardly think I will have time this afternoon," replied the doctor. "But why do you ask?" "Well," replied his anonymoys ques timer, "I want to send my little daugh ter downtown for some thread ift you are not." RESINOL A HEALING HOUSEHOLD OINTMENT The same soothing, healing, anti septic propertles that make resinol oeItmeat a standard prescription for skia-eruptions, also maki It the ideal hosehold remedy for burns, scalds, outs, wounds, sores, chafing., pimples, Mbiamads, irritations, and a score of ether troubles which constantly arise In every home, specially where there me dbldren. That is why resinol oint most should be on your medicine shelf, reJdy for instant use. Sold by all drug gIsts. Adv. Never Good at Mathematice Anyhow. "This yur town is getting to be too thundering mathematical for com "ofrtl"crumbled old Dad Bing. '"Tuth. al day, as was standing on a corner Staxicab run over my toes, and then stepped Just beyond me. "'Hers, confound you!' says I to we sher. "These yur toes that you fat samshed are mine!" " 'Wel why didn't you drag 'em ost ofthe way?' he asked. : ," s' eM 'Se devril? I yelled. 'How 414 I hw hbow fur they protruded? hMpout a visitr in your fair city to taoMlSil all the time but Asser up b-i" s.n lot? "-Kansas City Star. An ~lash corrmespondent said in SWarshysa: K e b tried to interview Lord lMeMIr, the bIlish war minister. I i tbIetd m atter dinner tin a ho W hag s b he sipped his cofree and S pAud en a huga cigar. He stared at m when I proered my request, then ho blow a eaud of smoke and msaid: S" I ewe 8sve aa lnterview ia my S18 I ever intend to.' ' ' seemed deciasive enoughb. I Igt mYlIf getting red, and I staUm a md.n I prepared to sgo: 4'Wel, thm, Lrd Kitchener, will *. at last give me your autograph? S would be worth having.' ",e blow aoothe cload of umoke. then be amnwred: "em'l better go of and make Per o aueomgraph worth baving.'" ,.gqee Wkb Nim Aoet Feed. .'A telnd i erse sys: "In the pro. A ps a m eassion I ohave fund so hL point i lv w er w e GrapeNots 't ~,t a nIr pte.i ' i" idlkcato and plolnag to tho ( oauenptiol in food for the d~ eas be adaprd to do ages. 4ghs mleoo d with mik or cream for tMh w wthe aued when doedcoey ot mi. rMm r masticuatios imposible. e f evkqr patiets or thoee oen lquid Gdt I find GrapNts and albumen t \- msr vewy nourshbing and rereshing. o S 'Thi realpe Is my own e and is em :: I selows: Beak a teaspeentl a Genpoe I1 in a a la of water for b - bour, strai and serve witb the a IbDUl rwhite of an egg and a spoontfl te -'-l t fuc for Savourlng. This af* t. :,ll &areSnt deal of nourishment that u - pee th weoakeast stomach can aselmi- p - I witbout any distress. he S"Iy aband Is a phiysclaan and he tl .88 GraleNuts himself and orders it ti time for his patients. t i snally u I regard a dish e OGrape with ftt or stewed truit uas the btIakst for anyone--well or ai I stomach truble, nervous prostra- h te a 10-day trial of GrapeNuts C Swork wenders towar i' san etiblldia and nla this oe troMbl. Name given by . Nbttle Creek. Mich. al h pkga. for the famous litl W Need to Wellvifle." * ,e buert A Sum lim e eos ~ its g bus, IY bu 00~r The Last Shot FREDERICK PALMER (Ccprht.1914. br Charles Scribz'a So) (Copyriht. 191 bry C M SYNOPSIS. At their home on the frontier hetween the Ilpowns and Grays Marta Galland and her rnl,ther, entertaining Colonel Wester i ng ,of ti,.- Gray.. see Captain Lanstron of the Brownls injured by a fall in his aeroplane Ten .ears later. Westerling. nominal vie, hbut real chief of staff. re-en firs Soutih la Tir and meditates on wear. M.arra tells him of her teaching children the fllie..s of war and martial p.itriotism. and i L-. hiin to prevent war wile he is chief ,f st.;ff. l.a atr,,n calls on Marta at her horn,. Sh tells Lanstron that slhe heli '.is 'ell,-r. the gardener, to he a spy Lan.tron confesses it is trio- aind sihiws her a telephoune which Fillir has cn coaled in a secret passage under the tower for use. to ben-fit the hBrowns in war. nemergencies. Lanstron declarres his lot'. for Marta. Westerling and the Gray premnlir plan to use a trivial intrna:tional affair t(o foment warlike patriotisnl .in1 st rlk*e bi-fore de.claring war. 'artw. Brown chief of staff. ri\-eals his plans to L.;nrlstron, made vi.ce-c hief. The Gray army crosss. the h,trder line and attacks. ThI. (Irown.s ,h-ck thern. Artillery. in fantry. aeroplan, s and dtlrigiblhs engagP. Marta has her first gllnimps' of war in its imodern. ol.d. scientific, nturderoUs bru tality. The. l:rowns fall back to the (Gal lalrid lholii e. Mart s(es a nilit attatck. The- G;rays attack in force. I.,Iler leaves lis secret tcli-phone and guoes hirk to hii gliuns. Ilarld to hand flthting. The Browns fall halk agailn. Marta asks l.anstron over th, I phon tIo ppial to l'artow to stop the flightir, Va1ndalism in Ithe, Galland housl. WiV siterling a nd his staff onculpvy the Gal land h,,iuse and he he-gins to woo, Marta. whoi, apparently throws her fortunes with the Grays and offers valuable information. 1She calls up Lanstron on the secret tel. phon, and plans to give Wi-sterling Infor niation that will trap the Gray army. Westerling firms his plan of attach upon what he learns from her. The Grays take Bordllr. Through Marta W.-sterling is led to concentrate his attack on the main line at Engadlir. A leak of lnfiormantin is sus peeted,. htouchard is relieved as chief in telligence officer. CHAPTER-XVII-Continued. All on the subject for the present! When it was taken up again his suc cessor would be in charge. He, the indefatigable, the over-intense, with medieval partisan fervor, who loathed in secret machines like Turcas, was the first man of the staff to go for in competency. "And Engadir is the key-point," Wee terling was saying. "Yeo." agreed Turess. "80o we concentrate to break through there," Westerling continued, "while we engage the whole line fiercely enough to make the enemy uncertain where the crucial attack is to be made." "But. general, if there is any place that is naturally strong, that-" Tur cas began. "The one place where they are confi dent that we won't attack!" Wester ling interrupted. He resented the staff's professional respect for Turcas. After a silence and a survey of the faces around, he added with senten tious effect: "And I was right about Bordir!" To this argument there could be no answer. The pne stroke of general ship by the Grays, who, otherwise, had succeeded alone through repeated mass attacks, had been Westerling's hypothesis that had gained Bordir in a single assault. "Engadir it is then!" said Tarcas with the loyalty of the subordinate eo hdo the In My Own Defense and for Your Aid." who makes a superior's eonvictio his own, the better to carry it out. Hllsily, Bouchard had heard the talk. while he ras looking at Westerling and seeingl him, ot at the head of the eounell table, but in the arbor in eager a ppeal to rarta. "I shall find out! I shall find out!" wa drumming in his temples when the eouaeil rose; and. wlthimt a word or a backward glace, he was the firet to leavf the room. When Bouchabd returned to his desk he guesed the contents of the note awaiting him, but he took a long time to read its stereotyped expressions in trasferring him to perfunctory duty well to the rear of the army. Then he pulled himself together and, leaden hearted, settled down to arrange roe tlne details for his departure, while the rest of the staf was immersed in the activity of the preparations for the attack on Engadir. He knew that he could not sleep if he lay down. So he spent the night at work. In the morn ing his successor, a young man whom he hlmself had chosen and tranlaed, Colonel Bellini, appeared, and the fallen man received the risiLng man w i. forced ochlal courtesy. "In my own defense sad for 'your aid." he said, "I show yo a copy of what I have just written to General Westerling." A brief note it wa tin mareweI, be giMaing with conventional thari or 1 Westertling's esaldusee ion the paCt " "I am unianhed hre bena sagh," 3 concluded. "It is my belief that Miss Galland sends news to the enemy and n that she dr,,,,s it from you without your consciousness of the fact. I tell you honestly. Do what you will with me." It took more courage than any act of his life for the loyal Bouchard to dare such candor to a superior. See ing the patchy, yellow, bloodless face drawn in stiff lines and the abysmal stare of the deep-set eyes in their bony recesses. iellini was swept with a wave of sympathy. "Thank you, Bouchard. You've been y very tine!" said IHellini as he grasped ,` Bouchard's hand, which was icy cold. ".'ly duty-my duty, in the hope that we shall kill two Browns for every Gray who has fallen- that we shall yet see them starved and besieged q and crying for mercy in their capital." replied Bouchard. lie saluted with a dismal, urgent formality and stalked out of the room with the tread of the ghost of Hamlet's father. The strange impression that this farewell left with Ilellini still lingered when, a few moments later, Wester ling summoned him. Not alone the diffidence of a new member of the staff going into the presence accounted for the stir in his temples, as he wait ed till some papers were signed be fore he had Westerling's attention. Then Westerling picked up Bouchard's note and shook his head sadly. "PoOr Bouchard! You can see for yourself," and he handed the note to Bellini. "I should have realized ear lier that it was a case for the doctor and not for reprimand. Mad! Poor Bouchard! He hadn't the ability or the resiliency of mind for his task, as I hope you have, colonel." "I hope so, sir," replied Bellini. "I've no doubt you have," said Wes terling. "You are my choicel" CHAPTER XVIII. A Change of Plan. That day and the next Westerling I had no time for strolling in the gar den. His only exercise was a few t periods of pacing on the veranda. Tur- 1 cas, as tirelessly industrious as ever, I developed an increasingly quiet insist- I ence to leave the responsibility of de- I cisions about everything of impoitance I to a chief who was becoming increas Ingly arbitrary. The attack on Enga dir being the Jewel of Westerling's own planning, he was disinclined to risk success by delegating authority, I which also meant sharing the glory of 1 victory. Bouchard's note, though officially dis- I missed as a matter of pathology, would not accept dismissal privately. In flashes of distinctness it recurred to I him between reports of the progress of preparations and directions as to I dispositions. At dusk of the second day, when all the guns and troops had their places for the final movement un der cover of darkness and - he rose from his desk, the thing that had edged its way into a crowded mind * took possession of the premises that * strategy and tactics had vacated. It I passed under the same analysis as his work. His overweening pride, so sea- t sitive to the suspicion of a conviction that he had been fooled, put his rela. I tions with Marta in logical review. He had fallen in love in the midst of war. A cool and intense Impatience pos sessed him to study her in the light of his new skepticism, when, turning the path of the first terrace, he saw her watching the sunset over the crest of the range. She was standing quite still, a slim, soft shadow between him and the light, which gilded her figure and quarter profile. Did she expect him? he won dered. Was she posing at that in- t stant for his benefit? When she turned, her face in the shadow, the glow of the sunset seemed to remain In her eyes, otherwise without expree sion, yet able to detect something n-. usual under externals as they ex changed commonplaces of greeting. "Well, there's a change in our offi cial family. We have lost Bouchard- r transferred to another poet!" said Westerling. Marta noted that, though he gave the news a casual turn, his scrutiny sharpened. "Is that so? I can't say that my , mother and I shall be '~rry.," she re- h marked. "He was always glaring at ti us as if he wished us out of sight . Indeed, if he had his way, I think he would have made us prisoners of war. Wasn't he a woman-hater?" she con cluded, half in Irritation, half in amusement. "'He had that reputation," said Wee- t terling. "What do you think led to his departure?" he continued. h "I confess I cannot gtuess!" said Marta, with a look at the sunset glow I as if she resented the loss of a min. ute of It. * "There has been a leak of Informa- p tion to the Browns!" he announced. t "There has! And he was intelli- i gence offieer, wasn't he?" she asked, j; turning to Westerling, her curiosity apparently armeused as a matter of cour- V tesy to his own interest in the sub ject. ti "Who do you think he accused? t Why, you." he added, with a peculiar b laugh. She noted the peculiarity of the d laugh discriminatingly. "Oh!" Her eyee opened wide ln k wonde-only wonder, at first. Then, * as comprehensiaon took the place of ai wonder, they grew sympathetic. "That gi explains!" she exclaimed. "His hate ful glances were those of delausion. He h was going mad, ?ou meanT' he "Yes," said Westerling "that-that would expala it!" hIt 1"I have bees told that when people Iut go mad they always ascribe every in- Id Jury doee to them to the persea who r hawpea to have melted their dislike," 0 eke mmme. 'Wlboe me to have been the cue y 5 here," Westerling assented. He tLid not know what else to say. His pride was recovering its natural confidence in the infallibility of his judgment of human beings. He was seeing his sus picions as ridiculous enough to con vict him of a brain as disordered as Bouchard's. Marta was thinking that she had been skating on very thin Ice and that she must go on skating till she broke through. There was an exhila ration about it that she could not re slst: the exhilaration of risk and the control of her faculties, prompted by a purpose hypnotically compelling. Both were silent, she watching the sky, he in anticipation and suspense. The rose went violet and the shadows over the range deepened. "The guns and the troops wait. I With darkness the music begins!" he Ssaid slowly, with a start of stern fervor. "The music-the music! He calls it music!" ran through Marta's mind mockingly, but she did not o,en her lips. S"They wait, r.-ady, every detail ar ranged," he continued proudly. The sky merged into the shadows of the landscape that spread and thick ened into blackness. Out of the drawn curtains of night brol- an ugly flash t and farther up the slope spread the explosive circle of light of a bursting shell. 1 "The signal!" he exclaimed. Right and left the blasts spread along the Gray lines and right and left, on the instant, the Browns sent their blasts in rel,v'. Countless tongues of flame seemed to burst from count less craters, and the range to rock in a torment of crashes. In the inter vening space between the ugly, sav age gusts from the Gray gun mouths, which sent their shells from the midst of exploding Brown shells, swept the beams of the Brown search-lights, their rays lost like sunlight in the vor tex of an open furnace door. "Splendid! splendiJ!" exclaimed Westerling, in a sweep of emotion at the sight that I been born of his command. "I',,'o thousand guns on our side alone! The world has never seen the equal of this!" Marta looked away from the range to his face. very distinct in the garish illumination. It was the face of a maestro of war seeing all his rehear sals and all his labors come true in symphonic gratification to the eye and ear; the face of a man of trained mind, the product of civilization, with the elation of a party leader on the floor of a parliament in a crisis. "Scan, now!" said Westerling, and looked at his watch. Shortly, in the direction of Engadir, to the rear of the steady flashes broke forth line after line of flashes as the long-range batteries, which so far had been silent, joined their might ier voices to the chorus, making a con e tinuous leaping burst of explosions over the Brown positions, which were the real object of the attack. "The moment I've lived for!" ex claimed Westerling. "Our infantry is starting up the apron of Engadir! We held back the fire of the heavy guns concentrated for the purpose of sup porting the men with an outburst. Three hundred heavy guns pouring in their shells on a space of two acres! We're tearing their redoubts to pieces! They can't see to fire! They can't live under it! They're in the crater , of a volcano! When our infantry is, on the edge of the wreckage the guns cease. Our infantry crowd in--crowd into the house that Partow built. I He'll ind that numbers count; that I the power of modern gunfire will open the way for infantry in masses to take and hold vital tactical obkitions! And -no--no, their fire in reply is not as strong as I expected." "Because they are letting you int It will be strong enough in due sea son!" thought' Marts in the uncontrol. lable triumph of antagonism. Five against three was in his tone and in every line of his features. "It's hard for a soldier to leave a sight like this, but the real news will be awaiting me at my desk." he con eluded, adding, as he turned away: "It's fireworks worth seeing, and if youe remain here I will return to tell you the results." Turning her back to the range for the moment, she saw the twinkle of the lights of the town and the threads of light of the wagon-trains and the sweep of the lights of the railroad trains on the plain; while in the fore. I ground every window of the house was ablaze, like some factory on a busy night shift. She could hear the click of the telegraph instruments already reporting the details of the action as sheerfully as Brobdlngnaglan crickets in their peaceful surroundings. Then out of the shadows Westerling reap peared. "The apron of Engadir is ours!" he called. "Thanks to you!" he added with pointed emphasis. Back in the house he had received congratala tions with a nod, as if success were a matter of course. Before her, ex altation unbent stiffness, and he was hoarsely triumphant and eager. "It's plain sal'ing now." he went on. "A break in the main line! We have only to drive home the wedge, and then-and then!" he concluded. She felt him close, his breath on her cheek. "Peace!" she hastened to say, draw Ing back instinctively. And then! The Irony of the words in the light of her knowledge was 1 pointed by a terrific renewal of the thunders and the flashes tar up on the range, and she could not resist re Joicing in her heart. "That's the Browns!" exclainmed I Westerling in surprise. The volume of fire increased. With I the rest of the frontier in darkness. I the Engadir section was an isolated blase. In its light she saw his fea- I tures, without alarmn but hardening in dogged intensity. "They've awakened to what they have lost! They have been rushing up re serves and are making a counter attack. We must hold what we have a gained, no matter what the cost!" His last sentence was spoken over his shoulder as he started for the 1 house. Without changing her position. hardly turning her head, she watched until the fling began to lessen rap Idly. Then she heard his step. She rose to face him, suenmmoning back the spirit of the aCtrees. b"This Is better yet! I came to tell yee that the neannlr ak faile!" h , said as he saw her appear from the shelter of the arbor. She wondered if she were going to fall. But the post of the trellie was within reach. She caught hold cf it to steady herself. Failed! "The killing-it must have been ter rible!" her mind at last made her ex I claim to cover her tardiness of re sponse to his mood. "You thought of that-as you should -as I do!" he said. He took her hands in his, pulsing warm with thle flowing red of his strength. She let them remain life lessly, as if she had not the will to take them away, the instinct of her part again dominant. To him this was another victory, and it was discovery -the discovery cf melting weakness in her for the first time, which magni ed his sense of masculine power. He tightened his grip slightly and she shuddered. "You are tired!" he said, and it hurt her that he should be so considerate. "The killing-to end that! It's all I want!" she breathed miserably. "And the end is near!" he said "Yes, now, thanks to you!" Thanks to her! And she must listen and submit to his touch! "Then engineers and material were ready to go in," he continued. "Be fore morning, as I had planned, we shall be so well fortified in the posi tion that nothing can budge us. This success so strengthens my power with the staff and the premier that I need not wait on Fabian tactics. I am supreme. I shall make the most of the demoralization of this blow to the enemy. I shall not wait on slow ap proaches in the hope of saving life. Tomorrow I shall attack and keep on attacking till all the main line is ours." "Now you are playing your real part, the conqueror!" she thought gladly. "Your kind of peace is the ruin of an other people; the peace of a helpless enemy. That is better"-better for her conscience. Unwittingly, she allowed her hands to remain in his. In the pa ralysis of despair she was unconscious that she had hands. She felt that she could endure anything to retrieve the error into which she had been the means of leading the Browns. And the killing-it would not stop, she knew. No, the Browns would not yield until they were decimated. "We have the numbers to spare. Numbers shall press home--home to terms in their capital!" Westerling's voice grew husky as he proceeded, harsh as orders to soldiers who hesl tated in face of fire. "After that-after that"-the tone changed from harsh ness to desire, which was still the do sire of possession-"the fruits of peace, a triumph that I want you to I share!" He was drawing her toward i him with an impulse of the force of I this desire, when she broke free with an abrupt, struggling pull. "Not that! Not that! Your work is not yet done!" she cried. He made a move as if to persist. then he fell back with a gesture of understanding. "Right! Hold me to it!" he ex claimed resolutely. "Hold me to the bargain! So a woman worth while should hold a man worth while." "Yes!" she managed to say, and turned to go in a sudden impetus of energy. Half running, half stumbling, the light of the lantern bobbing and trembling weirdly, she hastened through the tunnel. Usually the time for taking the receiver down till Lanny replied was only a half min ute. Now she waited what seemed many minutes without response. Had ' the connections been broken? To make sure that her impatience was not tricking her she began to count ' off the seconds. Then she heard Lan stron's voice, broken and hoarse: "Marta, Marts, he is dead! Partow is dead!" Recovering himself, Lanstron told the story of Partow'. going, which was in keeping with his life and his prayers. As the doctor put it, the light of his mind, turned on tfull volt' age to the last. went out without a flicker. Through the day he had at tended to the dispositions for receiv ing the Grays' attack, enlivening rou thine as usual with flashes of humor and reflection ranging beyond the do tails in hand. An hour or so before dark he had reached across the table and laid htis big, soft pilm on the back of Lmstron's hand He was thinkling I aloud, a habit of his in Lanstron's eom pany, when an idea requiring gesta-e tion came to him. 1 "My boy, it is not tatal if we loae "My boy, it Is not flt If we lose I (TO BE CONTINUED.) - ' TOOK HOYT AT HIS WORD Invited Guests of Theatrical Man, in Stage Parlance, Were There "for a Run." It was the habit of Charles H. Hoyt, the dramatist, to invite almost every body he met to come up and spend a few weeks with him at his summer home in New Hampshire. "Come up and stay a couple of weeks with me," he would say, when he had talked for a few moments "Glad to have you. I need company up there." One night Hoyt, Ben Dasher, W. H. Cuarrie, Frank McKee and several oth er house guests of Hoyt's were sit ting on the veranda of Hoyt's summer house waiting for dinner. The train had just arrived and they saw an old farmer and his wife coming up the path. "Who are they?" asked Hoyt. "I never saw them before." "The dickens you didn't," replied Currie. "That is that old yap and his wife you talked to over at Springfield and invited to visit you." "Oh, well," said Hoyt, "maybe they are just coming in to dinner. They will take the night trait back." Then he looked again and saw the hired, man behind the farmer and his wife and wheeling a big trunk on a wheelbarrow. "No, by George!" shouted Hoyt, "they are here for a run!" And they stayed a month. Uneaptgeed Panama. There are still large aras in Pam as that are unexplored sad unknown. the apron of Engadir. The defenses behind it are very strong." "No, not fatal," Lanstron agreed. "But it's very important." "And Westerling will think it fatal. Yes. I understand his character. Yes yes; and if our counter-attack should fail. then Miss Galland's position would be secure. Hm-m-mm-those whom the gods would destroy hm-m-m. Westerling will be con vinced that repeated, overwhelming attacks will gain our main line. In stead of using engineering apprc'hets, he will throw his battalions. masses upon masses, against our works until his strength is spent. It would be baiting the bull. A risk--a risk-but my boy, I am going to--' Partow's head, which was bent in thought, dropped with a jerk. A con vulsion shook him and he fell forward onto the map, his brave obi h:eart in / iti "We're Tearing Their Redoubts to " Piecesl" its last flutter, and Lanstron was alone in the silent room with the dead and his responsibility. "The order that I knew he was about to speak, Marta, I gave for him," Lan stron concluded. "It seemed to me an inspiration-his last inspiration to make the counter-attack a feint." "And you're acting chief of staff, Lanny? You against Westerling?" "Yes." The colonel of the 128th and Captain Fracasse were eating their biscuits to gether and making occasional remarks rather than holding a conversation. "Well, Westerling is a fleld-mar shal," said the colonel. "Yes, he's got something out of it!" "The men seem to be losing spirit there's not doubt of it!" exclaimed the colonel, more aloud to himself than to Fracasse, after a while. "No wonder!" replied Fracase. Mar tinet though he was, he spoke in grum bling loyalty to his soldiers. "What kind of spirit is there in doing the work of navvies? Spirit! No sol diers ever fought better-in invasion, at least. Laok at our losses! pirit! Westerling drives us in. He thinks we can climb Niagara Falls! He-" "Stop! You are talking like an an archist!" snapped the coloneL "How can the men have spirit when you feel that way?" "I shall continue to obey orders and do my duty, sir!". replied Fraeasse. "And they will, too, or I'll know the reason why." There was a silence, but at length the colonel exploded: "I suppose Westerlilng knows what he is doing!" "Still we must go on! We must win!" "Yes, the offensive always wins in the end. We must go on!" "And once we have the rmnge-yes, once we've won one vital position-the men will recover their enthusiasm and be crying: 'On to the capital!'" "Right! We were forgetting history. We were forgetting the volatility of human nature." SNATIONAL SONG OF CHINA Country Has Awakened to the Need of Melody Calculated to In spire Patriotism. After the rejection of eight nation al anthems composed in China since the revolution, that of the Chinese minister to Belgium, Wang Yan Pao, which, together with the song of the minister of agriculture, commerce and trade, Chang Tslen, belongs to the latest compositions, is likely to be ac cepted by the Chinese government. Following Is a translation of the first three stanzas: "China, the sublime mountains and luxuriant plains attest thy greatness. Country of wonders through thy hoary civilization, thy emperors have sacrlficed themselves in ceding the rule to the people. "The people have the supreme pow er. So has taught Confucius and Mengtse. And already in the hoary times of Yao and Suen it had thus been announced to the people. The people is composed of five tribes. The unity of the five tribes is past dispute. Then China is invincible. "Develop the wealth of the country, improve agriculture, and make the people happy. Education and culture are the achievements of centuries. All citisens are equal; for Confuclus and Mengtse have taught social equal ity." The Hopeful Angler. "Going out for a little sport, eh?"' "Yes," answered the man with a rod and line. '1 hope to be able to abhse the epofldene of a few fia." a Catarrb of Kidnep Cured By Per"u "I had Ca. tarrh of the Kidneys and Bladder. I Am Very Thankful For Peruna. I Feel Well, My tongue is clear, I have no b:tter taste in mouth. I am glad to say do not need Peruna longer, I am perfectly 1 have Peruna in the all the time. When I ha a cold or when I do not f well I take Peruna. W were all sick with the last winter. We took P na and it helped us. P is the best medicine for or colds." Mrs. Gai. H. Carlson, Box 101, . toville. ! Ian . Chocolates in Fashion. Matinee girls iniak aitld break - ions in c(ollnfeletionery, awlti just there is a deadly set toward .hocola of all kinds. Time was when t chocolate crteamnwas ever girl's id of luscious delight. Then ('aale when bonbons ruled and when clever girl behind the candy con slipped only a small proportion chocolates into a box of as sw\oe.ts. l'it c('hlic(,ltlte ! : i e to" oen again, l' rhal it is w" G;Ieorgie ('o(!an inltlr!io ',, a touch( sc-i'ie in his play. IIl,,. lroadway. You sc., the' girl ih is in love na kes an ae\fiul discovery. And how she' rave's when the secret Co out! She linally tlhros Georgie because he c(onfe'sses hes a cho fiend. "Oh. double O!" she raves. "Ain't it awful, and to thiak always thought he was a perfect tleman." SYRUP OF FIGS FOR 'A CHILD'S BO It is cruel to force nauseatg harsh physic into a sick child. Look back: at your childhood Remember the "dose" mother on - castor oil. calomel, ca How you hated them, how you against taking them. With our children it's Mothers who cling to the old fers physic simply don't realise what do. The children's revolt is w ed. Their tender little "insides" Injured by them. If your child's stomach, lieru bowels need cleansing, give only clous "California Syrup of Figs. action is positive, but gentle. of mothers keep this harmless laxative" handy; they know love to take it; that It never fal clean the liver and bowels sad on the stomach, and that a given today saves a sick child row. Ask at the store for a 50ust of "California 8yrap of lig," has fuall directions for babies, of all ages and for grown-ups on each bottle. Adv. Kiddlo's Hard Lot. For some time the six-yearde of a Philadelphia man, the the family, had found it his dl sift the family ashes, uas his did before him. One morning the die was told that a baby had whereat the youngster looked much pleased. "And," continued the father, a observed the pleased expressaes t son's countenance, "it's a aiss girl." The boy's smile vanished "A girl!" he exclaimed, "Must I always sift ashes?'t" MEAT CLOGS KIDNEYS THEN YOUR BACK Take a Glen of Salts to FlUh neys If Bladder Bothers Vor Drink Lets of Wat. .. No man or woman who ewA' regularly can make a mistake by nag the kidneys occasionally, a well-known authority. Meet uric acid which excites the they become overworked iNS strain, get sluggish and fall t the waste and poisons from the then we get sick. Nearly all matism, headaches, liver troalds vousness, dizziness, sleeplessaAI urinary disorders come from kidneys. The moment you feel a dull the kidneys or your back hurts the urine is cloudy, offensive, sediment, Irregular of passage tended by a sensation of scaldl, eating meat and get about four of Jad Salts from a.v pharmsl'a; a tablespoonful in a glass of before brakfast and in a few your kidneys will act line. mous salts is made from the grapes and lemon juice, with lithia, and has been - generations to flush and stum kidneys, also to neutralize the In urine so : no longer causes tion, thus ending bladder we Jad Salts is lnexpens1iv and injure; makes a delightful cent lithia a ate.r drink which 5 should take now and then to kidneys clean and active and the pure, thereby avoiding serious compllcatiolns.-Adv. It is easier to name a cigars alter a great man than iuce him to smoke ther