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iThe Adventures of
| Kathlyn By HAROLD MAC GRATII Illustrated by Pictures from the Moving Picture Production of the Selig Polyscope Co. (Copyright by Harold MacUratiJ SYNOPSIS. Kathlyn Hare, believing her father, Col. Har •. hi peril, has summoned her, leaves m*r lumie in California to go to him in Allaha, India. Uinballa, pretender to the ihrom >f that principality, has imprisoned the "oiiinel, named by ttie iate king as iiis rt-*ir l'p..n her arrival in Alisha, Kathlyn Is informed by Uinballa tliat. her father being dead, si • is to be tiueen and must marry him forthwith. Because of her re fusal she is si ntence i to undergo two or 3*als uith wild beasts. John Bruce, an American, saves her life. The elephant which carries her from the scene of her trials runs away, separating her from tile rest of the party. After a ride filled with peril Kathlyn takes refuge in a ruined temple but. her haven is also the • bode of a lion and she is forced to flee from it. She finds a retreat In the jungle. > iiy to fall Into the hands of slave trad e's, who bring her to Allaha to the (Ptblic mart. She is sold to Uinballa, who. finding her still unsubmissive, throws her .nto the dungeon with her ff.ther Bruce and his friends effect the rflease of Kathlyn and the colonel, and the fugitives ere given shelter in the pal let’ of Bala Khan. Supplied with camels snd servants by that hospitable prince, the party endeavors to reach the coast, but is overpowered by a band of bri gands, and the encounter results in the jolonel being delivered to Umbaila, Kath tyn and Bruce escape from thier captors »nd return to Allaha, where Kathlyn learns that her father, while nominally King, is ir. reality a prisoner. Kathlyn fescues him. and once more they steal sway from Allaha, but return when they learn that Winnie, Kathlyn’s young sis ter. lias come to fndia. Uinballa makes her a prisoner. She is crowned queen of Allaha. Kathlyn. in disguise, gains ad mission to Winnie’s room, but is discov *red by t’mballa, who orders that she be Offered as a sacrifice to the god Jugger naut. She Is rescued by the colonel and his friends. Kathlyn. disguised as an ani mal trainer, fakes part in a public exhi bition. reveals her identity to the people And rescues her sister. Kathlyn. Winnie, their fatiier and Bruce find a hiding place in the home of Ramabal. The latter’s wife. Pundits, is the lawful queen of Allaha and public sentiment In her favor !* growing. The people at last, weary of Umballa’s misrule, rise against him. CHAPTER XIX—Continued. When Lai Singh staggered into the house of Ramabai. holding his side in mortal agony, dying, Kathlyn felt the recurrence of that strange duality which she had first known in the Temple of the Lion. “We have failed,” whispered Lai Bingh. “The palace soldiers betrayed as! All are prisoners, shortly to be •hot. . . . Food and water there! . . . Fly!” And thus Lai Singh pave up his cobbler’s booth. As in a dream Kathlyn ran from the house into the street. Winnie would have followed, but Pundita clung to her, refusing to let her go. The stony look in Kathlyn’s eyes had warned Pundita of the futility of trying to soerce her. With the sun breathing in lances of light against the ancient chair armor, her golden hair flying behind her like i cloud, on, on Kathlyn ran, never stumbling, never faltering, till she :ame out into the square before the Ofilace. Like an Amazon of old she :al!ed to the scattering revolutionists, sailed, harangued, smothered them under her scorn and contempt, and anally roused them to frenzy. She became again in their eyes the white goddess w hom no beast nor trap could harm; and they would have gone to the gates of hell at a word from her. And many did. In her madness Kathlyn turned the Hde; and when her father's arm closed round her she sank insensible upon his breast. CHAPTER XX. A Goddess in Armor. They tell of It to this day in Allaha. To be sure, they will elaborate and prevaricate, twist and distort, as only the Asiatic knows how, having an in a ate horror of brevity and directness; but the basic truth of Kathlyn's ex ploit is held intact The hoary old beggar who sits with his beggar's bowl near the steps of the mosque, loquacious, verbose, and flowery, for an 8-anna piece will tell you the tale, which happened all of 30 years ago. “Thanks, huzoor!” he will begin, :arefully scrutinizing the coin and »sting its solidity between two fine rows of teeth for a man of seventy. ‘Ah, that was a day! It was like a Jay I knew in Delhi, when I was a :hlld; for I saw the great Mutiny. I law the powder magazine. . . Ah, yes, huzoor; it is about the white god less that you wish to know. But help me over to Ali's coffee house, for it Is iot here, and it is a long story.” J5o you take the old rascal over to ind seat him under the umbrellas of Ali, and you will buy him a sugar irink and a smoke from a water bot tle, he having brought forth sugges tively a cracked amber mouthpiece. “Huzoor, she came out of nowhere, in a chain armor that shone like rip pling water in the sunshine. She was tall and lithe and vigorous, and as beautiful as a dream of paradise. “When we saw the sahibs and Ra rnabai trapped by the cowardly sol llers of the palace we found ourselves without a head. The men who led us bad vanished. We huddled like sheep, icattered, formed, fired aimlessly, be gan to run away. And brave Lai Singh, with a bullet through his stom ach, staggered off. We were without hope. We were brav>e enough, but (ravery has to be directed. We knew bnly part of Ramabal's plans." “And what about this man Ahmed?” “As the kite flies, he ran back to the house of Ramabai when everything had apparently come to an end. For Ahmed loved the white goddess even M you and I love life. He was brave, bat as the serpent Is—wisely. Did not the white queen of all the English *ive him a bit of copper to wear on his breast because he was wise as well u brave?” The old beggar tilted his cup with sut touching it with his lips and let the sweetened water trickle down his threat “When one is old, one is always grtrsty," he observed. “To go on. So there we were, like sheep. The ma jority of us did not have sense enough to run away. Huzoor, Umballa had lined up the white men and Ramabai against the wall In the throne room | and was about to send them to their gods, when suddenly I noticed a com motion in the rear of us. We were thrown about like sticks in a whirl pool. “And then I saw her! Ah, protector of the poor, you white people rule the world because you always know what you want and when you want it But it is not natural for us brown people ! to think and act quickly at the same time. I saw her; and I thought at first that the gates of paradise had opened and Allah himself had set her down among us!" The water bubbles in the bowl of the pipe and a thin stream of smoke trickles from his bearded lips. You must have patience, for he w’ill tell this tale only in his own fashion. “Straight to the palace steps she ran, waving her arms. Behold! She spoke to us in her own tongue, but Allah is witness that we understood what she was saying! First we grew ashamed, then we stopped running, then we became men, huzoor. The lead tubes began to speak again; and we, too, found our voices. With yells we followed. And there was battle, battfe, battle to the very foot of the throne. “She threw herself between the lev eled guns and her people. The sol diers could not fire. And Umballa, seeing that In truth he had lost this time—Umballa fled toward the corri dors, and none was quick enough to prevent him. “But we went shouting after him, through this corridor and that We could not find him. It seems he es caped through one of the chambers in the zenana." A shrilling of fifes and a rattling of drums distract you and break in upon the story. A company of trim, wiry Gurkhas tramp past, and you know by the flag they carry' under whose rule Allaha works out its destiny to day. 4 “What became of the captain of the guards?” “He was ordered to the arena lions. But we saved him, loosing the arena lions to do so. Huzoor, 1 am thirsty again.” And you buy him another cup of sweetened water. “But we cheered the white'goddess that day! There are men who will swear that her feet never touched the earth as she walked. But I knew that she was the daughter of Colonel Sahib, and that she had red blood in her veins, like the rest of us. Women are mysteries. Here was one who fought like an ancient warrior; and yet she swooned in her father’s arms! That is all today, huzoor. I am an old man, A Woman Who Loved Him Hid Him In a Palanquin. and my throat dries quickly. Come tomorrow and I will tell you more.” But tomorrow comes -to find you in terested in something else; and the old beggar juggles his bowl before the steps of the mosque, patiently waiting lor another listener. ••••••• “Kit, Kit!” cried Kathlyn's father when she came to her senses. "My girl, my girl!” “Dad!” "How could you do it?” "Do what?” vaguely. "Lead a forlorn cause to victory; you, a girl!” She brushed back the hair which tumbled about her eyes, glanced at the powder-stained faces grouped about her, glanced at the toppled throne, at Bruce, at Ramabai. She made an ef fort to explain, but the words would not come. “I would not question her,” said Bruce to the colonel. "For my part, I never so thoroughly believed in God as I do now. She does not realize what she has done.” The colonel bent his head rever ently. “We owe our lives to her,” said Ra mabai. “Somewhere In the dim ages there was a great mother, and today her soul entered the memsahlb.” “Mine!” murmured Bruce. “This beautiful, strange woman Is mine! God send the day quickly when I can take her In my arms and guard her! Ra mabai,” he said aloud, “go to the balcony and proclaim Pundita queen. Kat us have done with this before there Is any chance of Umballa recov ering. What shall we do with the Council?” “Wait!” responded Ramabai. "It is for another to say,” And he point ed to the marble flags at his feet. And all understood what honor meant to this man of dark skin. “Now,” he continued, "I wish to go home at once. We will leave a suffi cient guard here to watch over the palace. My wife waits; and the death of Lai.Singh may have—” The same thought flashed through Kathlyn's mind; the dagger. Dying I^al Singh had declared that Ramabai was a prisoner; and well would Pun dita comprehended what that meant. “Yes, yes! let us go quickly!” Kath lyn cried. Pundita might be dead and Winnie crazed with grief. They left the palace immediately. The overthrow of Umballa seemed to be complete. Everywhere the sol diers surrendered, for it was better to have food in the stomach than lead. Tomorrow there would be many a pyre at the murning ghats, but today was a day of victory. Every one began to hunt for Umbal la. There was as yet no price on his head; it was the zest of hunting only that set the people to it. They ran in and out of Umballa’s house, and were not above looting, though word had gone forth that Ramabai would have every looter shot if found in the act. Rut search as they would, they could find no trace of Umballa. A woman who loved him—the only one loyal to him in all Allaha that day —had hidden him in a palanquin in the garden of brides. Crouched down in the narrow space shuddering at the sound of shot, whether near or far, dying a thousand deaths, wishing he had never been taken from the gutter, willing to give up his jewels, his plate, simply to live. The woman of the zenana, when the tumult died away completely, found some slaves. She made them divest themselves of the royal turbans and assume ordinary white ones. Then she told them to carry the palanquin to a certain house in the fruit bazaar, to go by side streets, alleys, passages, to avoid all gatherings. Once in the house of her sister, the dancer, Um balla would be safe till he could secretly return to his own house and enter the secret chamber. When Kathlyn left the palace a thun der of cheers greeted her. Kathlyn was forced to mount the durbar throne, much as she longed to be ofT. But Bruce anticipated her thought and dispatched one of the revolutionists to the house of Ramabai. Kathlyn held out her hands towards the excited populace, then turned to Ramabai ex pressively. Ramabai, calm and unruf fled as ever, stepped forward and was about to address the people, when the disheveled captain of the guard, whom Umballa had sent to the arena lions, pushed his way to the foot of the plat form. ine arena lions nave escaped! And there were a dozen lions In all, strong, cruel, and no doubt hungry! Panic. Men who had been at each other's throat, bravely and hardily, turned and fled. It was a foolish panic, senseless, but, like all panics, uncontrollable. Those on the plat form ran down the steps and at once were swallowed up by the pressing, trampling tfkowd. Bruce and the colonel, believing that Kathlyn was behind them, fought their way to a clearing, determined to se cure nets and take the lions alive. When they turned Kathlyn was gone. For a moment the two men stood as if paralyzed. Then Bruce relieved the tension by smiling. He laid his hand on the colonel’s shoulder. "She has lost us; but that will not matter. Ordinarily I should be wild with anxiety; but today Kathlyn may go where she will, and nothing but awe and reverence will follow her. Be sides, she has her revolver." "I believe you're right. She will miss us and start right off for Rama bai’s. Boy, she is a goddess. She is supernatural." “She was this morning. As God is judge, I do not believe she under stands or ever will understand what she did. You noticed her eyes? They were like those of a person in a trance. Think of it. To turn the tide at the supreme moment! That coat of mail; her hair falling about. her head. . . . Ah. colonel, what’s the use of beating about the bush? You know I love her. Will you give her to me?” Without a moment’s hesitation the colonel said: "Yes, John. You have proved yourself a man. God bless you both! But we're not out of the woods yet. We've got to find Umballa and lock him up. When that’s done 111 be able to breathe.” “I believe it is as Ahmed says: we’ll all pull out of this safely in the end. Now, let's go and get the nets. There will not be a dozen men in the whole town who will have sense enough to shoot the lions as they appear. They’ll howl and run for shelter. Ramabai’s welcome to Allaha. Hi, there’s one now; see, coming round the corner! I’ll pot him.” But ere Bruce could level his weapon the lion turned back, perhaps fright ened at the clamor. Kathlyn was not alarmed upon find ing herself separated from the two men she loved so well. Her only con cern was to avoid being knocked down and trampled upon. She knew animals. If left quietly to themselves the lions would make for the jungle, but if harried or frightened they would, maul any one within reach. Kathlyn was packed in rather close ly, and she was carried past the street which led to the house of Ramabai, though she struggled desperately to push through. She was presently car ried into the bazaars. The people in their senseless flight tried to do what they could for her, but self-preserva tion was their first thought And it wasn’t the cleanest smelling crowd in the world, either. At the same time Kathlyn was fight ing vigorously to get free of the mob, Winnie was struggling with Pundita, striving to wrench the dagger from the grief-stricken wife’s hand. “No, no, Pundita!” “Let me go! My lord is dead, and I wish to follow!" “You are a Christian!” "Ai al!" "But be may not be dead. Help, help!” "Is not Lai Singh there dead? Is that not proof?” i •Hither and thither across the floor they fought But Winnie soon real ized that Pundita, being in a frenzy, was strongest. The struggle ended quickly, however, but not through Win nie’s efforts. Pundita did something unoriental: she fainted, dragging Win nie to the floor with her. The young girl’s head came into contact with the 1 wall, and she was stunned for a mo ment. Upon sitting up she did not know exactly where she was But the calm, high-bred face of the dead Lai Singh recalled the situation clear ly, and she went about the resuscita tion of Pundita. As the latter’s eyes opened wildly Winnie heard a pounding at the door. She was pulled tw’o ways. If she an swered the summons Pundita might take advantage of her absence and kill herself. Again, it might be the help for which she had called. Instinctively she snatched up the fallen dagger, ran to the door, peered out cautiously, and recognized one of tho revolutionists who had left the house but an hour or two since. She flung open the door. “Pundita?” cried the man. Winnie caught him by the sleeve and dragged him into the chamber . . . Just in time. The distracted Pun-1 "The Arena Lions Have Escaped!” dita had plucked another dagger f.om the wall, and the man stayed her arm even a3 she struck. ‘‘Highness,” he cried, ‘‘he lives!” And he recounted the startling events of the morning, the treachery of the palace troops, the coming of Kath lyn in chain armor, &e turn of the tide. ‘‘They live!” cried Pundita, and cov ered her face. Winnie had not understood a word said, but the expression on Pundita's face was illuminative. She threw her arms around the native woman, and the two of them wept in common. All human beings have two faculties alike, that of weeping and laughing. To return to Kathlyn: by and by she was able to slip into a doorway, and the bawling rabble passed on down the narrow street. The ^louse was deserted, and the hallway and what had been a booth was filled with rubbish. Kathlyn, as she leaned breathlessly against the door, felt it give. And very glad she was of this knowledge a moment later, when two lions galloped into the street, their manes stiff, their tails arched. Doubt less, they were badly frightened. Kathlyn reached for the revolver she carried and fired at the animals, not expecting to hit one of th§m, but hoping that the noise of the firearms would swerve them into the passage across the way. Instead, they came straight to where she stood. She stepped inside and slammed the door, holding it and feeling about in vain for lock or bolt. Evidently the lions had halted out side, undecided, for she could hear them sniffing at the doorsill. If they leaped she was lost, for she could not hope to hold the door against the on rush of beasts as heavy as these lions were. Elsewhere in the bazaars the colo nel, Bruce, and Ahmed were setting nets for the recapture of the lions, quite confident that Kathlyn was by this time safe in the haven of Rama bai’s house. The girl glanced hurriedly over her shoulder toward the dim rickety stair case. The moment the sniffing ceased I she withdrew from the door and ran up the stairs to the first landing, to find all these doors lockless! A crash below announced that the lions had heard her ar.d had entered. There was a second flight, and up this flew the girl. She might fire at the beasts,, and even if she succeeded in bitting them it would serve only to madden them. One cannot kill lions with a toy. Still lockless doors! No safety. She then espied a ladder which gave to the roof top, and up this she climbed. They could not possibly fol low her up the ladder, and as she reached the top she knew that for the present she had nothing to fear from the lions. The interior of the house was of the flimsiest wood, slovenly put together. Along the roof was a parapet. She left the trap one so that she could see all that went on below. Almost as she looked the tawny bodies swept up to the foot of the ladder, and there remained, snarling and spitting and reaching up as far as they could. Somewhere on the way Kathivn knew that these lions had tasted blood. It was in this street dwelt the sistei of the woman in the zenana, the worn an who loved Umballa. Kathlyn leaned over the parapet, the street was totally deserted. All the doors of the shops were closed and the windows shut. She must fight it out alone. She drew a deep breath and squared her shoulders, a trick she had long ago learned from her father. She had fought battles alone ere this, so she was not with out confidence. Perhaps the lions, finding their efforts futile, would de part. She must wait. It grew to noon. The sun beat down upon her savagely. Here and there she could see fires in the city. Pillage The muezzin's tower of the mosque was like a finger pointing to heaven She could even glimpse a patch of white stucco which belonged to the palace. And she had fought her- way that morning to the steps of the palace, as the daughter of the Goth had scaled the steps of thp Quirinal in Rome! It was unbelievable! She could not re member anything but the dead Lai Singh and the strong arms of her fa ther as she came out of her swoon And she had turned defeat into vic tory! She drew her hand across her eyes. One of the lions sent up a nerve shaking roar; but Kathlyn did not stir. Silence. Then, round the passage she saw a palanquin, carried by slaves. She leaned far over. "Help!” she cried. “Help!” The bearers paused abruptly, and the curtain of the palanquin was swept back. The .'*!rk sinister visage of Umballa was revealed. “Thou?” he said. Then his laughtei rose up to the girl, motionless through her terror. "Come down, O houri ol Saadi! Come to the arms of Durga Ram, who loves you! Wilt not? Woe to thee!" dropping his mockery. “Yes, Durga Ram, it is I!” replied Kathlyn, finding her voice, insensate rage usurping the throne of terror "Here I am; come and take me!” Let him face the lions! Umballa left the palaquin, opened the door of the house, espied the rub bish in the hall; was in the act ol mounting the first steps when one ol the lions roared again. Drunk as he was. filled with a drunkard’s courage Umballa started back. The lions! Oul into the street he went. He turned to the bearers and ordered them to fire the inflammables in the hall. But thej refused, for they recognized the chain armor. Mad with rage, Umballa struck at them, entered the hall again, and threw a lighted match into the rub bish. He left the horrified bearers and staggered to the house where he was to find shelter. He was admitted, thf door closed and barred. From a win dow he watched the progress of tht fire. At last! He would pass from Allaha, but not without his revenge It was sweet! She could not escape; the lions would bar the way till it was too late. Let her God save her if he could! The smoke rose quickly. It volleyed and poured out of the windows, thick and black. Flame tongues darted hither and yon. Higher and higher till at length the form on the parapet was no longer visible. Umballa took from his cummerbund his last bottle of wine, broke the neck against the window sill, and drank cutting his lips as he did so. (TO BE CONTINUED.) GOOD WORK BY ENGINEERS Peculiar Case of Construction in Chi cago Has Elicited Admiration of Experts. The making of a connection be tween a tunnel and a large pump well filied with water, without allow ing any of the water to flood the tube after the well had been pierced, was the unusual feat accomplished at one of the pumping stations of the, Chi cago waterworks system. The work was done by lowering Into the well a huge shield of cast iron shaped like the back of a turtle. The edges of this shield were provided with rubber bearing surfaces to make a water-tight connection with walls of the well. When the shield was pumped out the tunnel workers broke through the wall and into the dry cavity formed by the shield. The use of rods 31! feet long for discovering openings, the dynamit ing of rock in the tunnel within a few feet of a 40,000,000-gallon pump, and safety-first provisions In the way of emergency pumps are the special fea tures of the work.—Engineering Rec ord. Truly There Is Nothing New. A French savant once said that “there was nothing new except that which has been forgotten.” A very true assertion, since even the an cients made attempts to navigate the air and succeeded to some extent MOTHER OF MANY CHILDREN Recent Birth of “Quintet" to an Ital ian Recalls Famous “Grav ata Case." The Palermo woman, Rosa Sale/nl, who presented her husband recently with five boys, all well formed, and, according to the doctor's report, “eat ing well and crying well,” has not wrested the record from the peasant girl. Gravata of Tuscany, says the London Chronicle. She was the twin daughter of a woman who was herself one of trip lets, and married a man of her own class, she set the seal on the family reputation, though she led off mod estly with a baby girl. On the next occasion she made her husband a pres ent of six little sons, and followed that the next year with five more. Then came a couple of triplets, which were followed by a quartet. Then ensued a long procession of ones and twos, and, as a wind-up came four boys, bringing the number of her living children np to 62, and assuring to her endlesa fame In obstetrical annals as the ‘Gravata Case." Thackeray and Dickens. Thackeray was always very Jealous of the popularity of the novels ol Dickens. While from a literary stand point Dickens does not eclipse Thack eray, yet his works have alwayB been the bigger sellers of the twee ffimsfi mmm DEPENDENCE ON DIRT ROADS They Are of Much Importance to Farmer and Are Good Nine Month* in Year if Properly Cared For. For many years nine-tenths of the roads in the country must be dirt roads. It is on these roads that farm ers for the most part go to church and go to school. They are much more important than the greater highways of travel in the country. We have a great demand for "good roads,” mean ing hard-s»rfaced roads of some sort, w hether brick, macadam, gravel or ce ment; but we have come to a point now when it should be known to all men that since the advent of the auto mobile no limestone road is worth put ting down, in the corn belt, about the only road material we have, outside ot our dirt roads, is limestone. The brick road is better in the end than macadam, because it will endure the strain of automobile travel. The ce ment road is yet in the experimental stage. The gravel road is only pos sible where gravel is near. Hence the great majority of our farm folks must travel to and from the church and school and nearby town over dirt roads. If the dirt road is first properly drained to take off the water that comes in from below or from the side, if it is properly graded up and there are good, permanent culverts and bridges, and it is then properly dragged, the dirt road is good enough for nine months in the year, and long er. If the above conditions are com plied with, it is better during most of that time than any macadam or brick road that ever was built. Some of our readers will say: “Oh, you are singing that old song again. You are talking about the drag.” Ver ily, we are. In our recent trips East, we have been glad to see that tarmers in Ohio and Pennsylvania are drag ging. says Wallace's Farmer. Although the drag is not as useful there as here, on account of the stones in the road, they are nevertheless using the drag. There is no use dragging the road until it has been drained and rounded up by the scraper; but after that is done, the drag is the best tool that can be used. Our readers who have automobiles often find during the sum mer a piece of dragged road that is a delight; and then they run onto a piece where the supervisors evidently had no gumption, a piece of road that causes vexation of spirit if not inter nal profanity every time the farmer rides over it. It is enough to make even a righteous man mad. One thing we want to remind you of—that the longer a road has been dragged, the better it becomes. We have never claimed that you could ma!ke a perfect dragged road inside of about six years of proper dragging; but dragging improves it from the start, and in time the clay of the road becomes almost like brick, but at the same time smooth and elastic; and if the road be oval and well drained, it is an ideal road. Our farmers who do not want to take their wives and families over humpety, bumpety roads, and make them disgusted every time they go to church or to town, should see to it Road After Improvement With Top Soil Gravel. that the roads freeze up as smooth as possible this winter. They should get out after every rain now, and drag. ‘ Drag, brother, drag!” If another rain comes, get on the road again and drag some more. Every farmer on these dirt roads should see that his road is dragged smooth before it freezes up. Then there will be no trouble except snow. Dragging won’t help that; but nothing else will, not even hard sur facing. Poor Highways. Poor highways lessen the profit of labor, increase the cost of living, bur den the enterprise of the people, dull the morality of our citizenship and hold down the educational advance ment of the country. Cement Culvert Joints. Fill all culvert joints with cement. You don’t want water to escape through joints. Lead to Better Times. Good roads lead to better times. Take Care of Roughage. One of the great losses on many farms is the waste of abundance of fall roughage feed. Don’t let any of It spoil. Kicking the Hired Man. The man who cannot kick the hired man harder than the hired man kicks the cow doesn’t deserve the name of farmer. Wet Bedding la Bad. Wet bedding will give a pig a cough. There is no profit in coughing pigs ’ No sick headache, sour stomach, biliousness or constipation by morning. Get a 10-cent box now. Turn the rascals out—the hpadache, biliousness, indigestion, the sick, sour stomach and foul gases—turn them out to-night and keep them out with Cascarets. 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