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Abnr:t Motif Things You Should Know S ;oho Joseph Game*, M. D Liver Said to be beneficial in certain grave disorders, one of which is per rMfi us anaemia, generally regarded a incurable, on account of its cause being indeterminable. So far, the use of liver in this condition is still in the experimental stage; next year we nay find that we were mistaken—it’s s^ easy to c r, you know. Fifty’ years ago the rural dwellers in «ome of cur Atlantic states made “dried liver” a part of their winter store of animal foods—and they re g..r h 1 it as a delicacy—even an es sential to a well-kept pantry. Dried same as we cure dried beef. And, we know those old fellows lived out a goodly term of years, for some reason or other; they must have lived pretty sanely. Modern science has gone so far as to advise raw liver, to be used much as medicine for anaemia. Even an attempt at accurate dosage has been made—and some very favorable re sults recorded. I have had no prac tical experience in this new proce dure, but, when I see an article in a reliable medical publication, I read it carefully. You might, with benefit, do the same; there are yet many things to learn. More than a year ago, I purchased a preparation called “liver substance” to be used hypodermatically for high blood pressure, which it was claimed could be reduced promptly by its use. As I could not find out exactly how the -ubstar.ee acted after injection, I was cry slow about trying it. that I o; :uft o;. hand :o iH;> very per.mcnls do itut up; eul to strongly—perhaps I'm over ’ us Have you seen the new toilet ac cessories that are developed in colors as fresh and dainty as those of the fabrics that drape the modern bed room? There are mirrors and brushes, beauty boxes and manicure tools in soft tints and patterns. Some repro duce the Chinese motifs of old Ming porcelains and lacquers; others show Empire designs and colorings, and again others have floral designs. Imagine the charm of accessories of Napoleon blue in a French pattern on a dressing table flounced in changeable taffeta. Or picture the Chintz-hung room with toilet articles in soft blue or buff, green or mauve, according to the color of the dra peries! These are just a few of the decorative effects that may be ob tained with the new toilet ware which, relatively speaking, is far from expensive. For Vegetable Night Onion Soup Baked Beans Brown Bread Fried Tomatoes Cold Slaw Lemon Meringue Pie Non-stimulating Drink * * * Children Like Figs This Way For cream ng pudding, dissolve a package lemon-flavored gelatin in pint boiling water. When cold and beginning to thicken, whip to con sistency of whipped cream. Add one cup whipped cream and one cup chopped figs cooked to a jam. Mold or pour into sherbet glasses. * * * Delicious Corn Entree Chop fine one green pepper and two slices onion; saute in butter. Heat two-thirds cup canned com and 1 cup stewed tomatoes, add pepper, onion, 2 tablespoons butter, 1% cups diced cheese, 2 tablespoons quick cooking tapioca and seasoning. Cook 15 minutes; serve on toast or crack ers. * * * Pleases the Growing Boy Chocolate bread pudding is very wholesome and beloved by the chil dren. Use your u.-uu! recipe for plain bread pudding. ' ad:! to the scalded milk 3 squar - ' v.i :,itter choco late T;.is ; . leiicious served with cream. t 4 T» * -*nr JuNc; eft '-ver hi civi. can aN ays be turned ir. at a later date. U^t or.'.: > cups of syrup. accordii. strength of flavor desired, ado t cup- vater and five level t* sugar and bring to a boii. Ada again to full rolling boil for a ha'^ agan to full rollng boil fer a ha..* minute. Remove, let stand a min ute, pour and seal, "Imj Satwtfi” By Cecile ’Tis just as important to have one’s hair dressed smartly as it is to be correctly gowned. So why r.ot "Very Latest'’ coiffeurs for a change? All who are of the type to wear :t —note tl*»s coif worn by CARMEN MORALES, Shubert's star .:i "Luckee Girl”—for it is a most pop ular affectation of the younger '.t who are “letting it grow.” When her hair is a bit longer, Carmen will cer tainly twist it into the new done1? back-knot that reminds us of roman tic Southern beauties. While the vivacious young damo sels are busy featuring long hair dresses, the older girl clings to the bob which, we must admit, does cre ate the illusion of youth for her. Bobs are longer now, however, wav ing softly to follow the head ar.d melting into the outline of the neck instead of bring clipped away from it. Hats for Long Hair And what do they do about hat", when they wear long hair? Well, so far it isn’t so easy—but at least one or two new models have been de signed to fit neatly over the knob of hair nestling low on the neck. The drooping side brims are cleverly cut in back and either folded or trimmed off so that the knot of hair may show itself to nice advantage without be ing ruffled by the brim. * * * Piquant Peplums Many evening frocks show quite dashing interpretations of the pep lum. Tulle frocks lend themselves beautifully to the piquant use of this motif, while for the slinky satin gown the peplum may be gathered under a tight shaped hip yoke—one side trail ing almost to the ground; the other slae exremely short. * * * Krimmer Cloth Is Smart Long time since we’ve seen coats of krimmer cloth, but they are ‘111” again. One smart. Scotch-looking model on Fifth Avenue possessed a short black krimmer jacket w ru over a plaid ir <.•!, < crimson v:‘»» banded in krimmer. Gray krimmer over matching gray cloth is also shown. Nature’s Trick , I mssgff: wlpp A tarmer in Harrison, O., dis covered this freak sweet potato which Mother Nature seemingly tried to transform.into a bird. Honored By College Oberlin College, Oberlin, 0., hasi unveiled a tablet to the memory ofj Charles Martin Hall, who worked his way through the college and left it twelve million dollars when be died. Hall invented the process, for making aluminum in 1886, when, Still a young bov. His work tnadt aluminum valuable commercially Three-Legged Dog Tiff fTffifl ^ “ Trixie, a 2 months old Boston Ttrr-.r, mascot of a Somerville, M.4ss., auio school, was born with out a left foreleg, as plainly can be seen. m Oft Second Million—Trees, Not Dollars! A. y Hummel, “tree farmer” of Millville, Pa., likes to see ’em grow. He has set out more than a mil lion forest trees throughout cen tral Pennsylvania and has obtained a good start on his second million. He is a lumberman, but unlike lumbermen of a quarter century ago, he is also a conservationist and has given considerable study to the forestry problem. About 20 years ago he started getting out trees on a small scale. Hundreds of thousands have been trees of the rapid-growing type, for use as timber. Other hundreds of thousands have been walnut, slow in growth, but making up in value for the delay, so that Hummel has laid the groundwork of a fortune for hirrtself or perhaps his children. A score or more of abandoned farms have been set out in trees by this lumberman. His holdings are spread through half a dozen counhes. This year alone he set out more than 200,000 trees. Of ^ese he obtained 102,000 from the mnsylvania department of forest 4nd waters. Stocking Repair Hazel Spicer working on new machine exhibited in New York which flawlessly and quickly re pairs rypj and npj in ^pelting* IMy <. Iautocastes] CM Girl From Farmville Here’s Miss Dippie Baker, local bathing beauty of Farmville, N. C., who is entered as “Miss Farmville in the Nationwide “Miss Small Town America” Beauty Contes.!. Oldest Q&droad Man JiL: Colonel George H. Foo'.te, now visiting in San Francisco, has sold railroad t ■ kets for sixty-six years and is still going strong as the grid’s Oldest, active railroad man. Second Installment WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Buck Duane, quick on the draw, kills Cal Bam in self-defense and finds lumself an outlaw. Flying from pursuit, he meets Luke Stevens, another outlaw, and the two be come pals. Luke narrowly escapes capture and Duane is shocked to find his brother outlaw severely wounded. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Feller’s name was Brown. Me an’ him fell out over a hoss I stole from him over in Huntsville. \\ e had a shootin’ scrape then. Wal, as I was straddlin’ my hoss back there in Mer cer I seen this Brown an’ seen him be fore he seen me. “Could have killed him. too. But I wasn’t hr.akin’ my word *o you. I hind of hoped he wouldn’t spot me. But he did—an’ fust shot he got me lure. What do you think of this hole ?” . “It's prettv bad,” replied Duar.e, and he could not look the cheerful outlaw in the eves. “I reckon it is. Wal, I’ve had some bad wounds I lived over. Guess mebbe I can stand this one. Now, Buck, get me some place in the brakes—leave me some grub an’ water at my hand—an’ then you clear out.” “Leave you here alone?” asked Duane sharply. “Shore. You see, I can’t keep up with you. Brown an’ his friends will folier us acrost the river a ways. You've got to think of number one in this game.” “What would you do in my case?” asked Duane curiously. “Wal, I reckon I’d clear out an’ save my hide,” replied Stevens. Duane felt inclined to doubt the out law’s assertion. For his own part he decided his conduct without further speech. First, he watered the horses, filled canteens and water-bag, and then tied the pack upon his own horse. That done, he lifted Stevens upon his horse, and holding him in the saddle, turned into the brakes, being careful to pick out hard or grassy ground that left little signs of tracks. All that night Duane, gloomy and thoughtful, attentive to the wounded outlaw, walked the trail and never baited till daybreak. He was tired then, and very hungry. Steven* seemed in bad shape, though he wa* (dll spirited and cheerful Don* made camp. The outlaw refused food, but asked for both whisky and water. Then he stretched out. "Buck, will you take off my boots ?” he asked with a faint smile on his paind iace. Duane removed them, wondering if the outlaw had the thought that he did not want to die with his boots on. "Pard, you—stuck—to me 1” the out law whispered. Duane caught a hint of gladness in the voice — he traced a faint surprise in the haggard face. Stevens seemed like a little chlid. To Duane the moment was sad, ele mental, big with a burden of mystery he could not understand. Duane buried him in a shallow erroyo and heaped up a pile of stones to mark the grave. That done he saddled his comrade’s horse, hung the weapons over the pommel, and mount ing his own steed he rode down the trail in the gathering twilight. Presently the trail widened into a road, and that into a kind of square lined by a number of adobe and log buildings, of rudest structure. Within sight were horses, dogs, a couple of steers, Mexican women with children, and white men, all of whom appeared to 1 e doing nothing. His advent created no interest until he rode up to the white men, who .. ere Idling in the shade of a house. This place evidently was a store and sa loon, and from the inside came a lazy hum of voices. .‘.s Duane reined to a halt one of the loungers in the shade rose with a loud exclamation. “Bust me if thet ain’t Luke’s boss!” The others accorded their interest, if not assent, by rising to advance to ward Duane. “How about it, Euchre? Ain’t thet Luke’s bay?’’ queried the first man. "Plaip as your nose,” replied the fel low called Euchre. “7'here ain’t no doubt about thet then,” laughed another, “fer Bosomer’s nose is shore plain on the landscape.” These men lined up before Duane, and as he cooly regarded them he thought they could have been reoog nized anywhere as desperadoes. The man called Bosomer. who struck out in advance of the others, was a hardlooking customer, with yellow eyes and an enormous nose. He had sandy hair and a skin the color of dust “Stranger, who are you, an’ where did you git thet bay boss?” he de manded. His yellow eyes took in Stereo’s horse, then the weapons hung on tba saddle, and finally turned their glint ing, hard light upward to Duane. “Stranger, who are you?” asked an other man, somewhat more civilly. “My name’s Duane," replied Duane curtly. "An’ how’d you come bv the hosaP* Duane answered briefly, and Ui words were i< wed by a short sil ence, during u...ch the men loked at him. Eosomer began to twist his bearded tips. ‘‘Reckon he’s dead all right, or no body’d hev his hoss an’ guns,” said Euchre. ' “Mr. Duane,” began Bosomer, in low, stinging tones, “I happen to be Luke Steven’s side pardner.” Duane looked him over, from dusty, worn-out boots to his slouchy som brero. That look seemed to inflame Bosomer. “An’ I want the hoss an’ them guns,” he shouted. “You or anybody else can have them for all I care. I just fetched them in. But the pack is mine,” replied Duane. “And say—I befriended your pard. If you can’t use a civil tongue you’d bet ter cinch it.” "Civil? Haw! Haw!” rejoined the outlaw. "I don’t know you. How do we know you didn’t plug Stevens, an’ stole his hoss, an’ jest happened to stumble down here?” “You’ll have to take my word, that’s all,” replied Duane sharply. “Stranger, Bosomer is shore hot headed,” said the man Euchie. He did not appear unfriendly, nor were the others hostile. At this juncture several more out laws crowded out of the door, and the one in the lead was a tall man of stal a dose eye on you is Henson.’ j Euchre. “He runs the place, an’ sells drinks. The gang calls him Jack rabbit Benson because he’s always pot bis * y.* peeled an’ his ear cocked. Don'f tice him if he looks you over, IVuc. “Benson is scared to death of ovey newcomer wh'o rustles into Diana * camp. An’ the reason, I take it, »s be cause he’s done somebody dirt. s hidin’. Not from a sheriff or ranger! Men who hide from them don’t act like Jackrabbit Benson. “He’s hidin’ from some guy w'. ’s huntin’ him to kill him. Wal, I’m • ways expectin’ to see some feller ti le in here an’ throw a gun on Benso.:. Can’t say I’d be grieved.” "What have you against him ■" in quired Duane, as he sat down bcr.’i Euchre. “Wal, mebbe I’m cross-grained.' re plied Euchre apologetically. “Sho: e an outlaw an’ rustler such as me can’t be touchy. But I never stole nothin’ but cattle from some rancher who never missed ’em, anyway. Thet sneak Benson—he was the means of puttin’ a little girl in Bland’s way.” "Girl?” queried Duane, new with real attention. “Shore. Bland’s great on women. I’ll tell you about this girl when we get out of here. Some of the gang are goin’ to be sociable, an’ I cant talk about the chief.” Buck Duane, Outlaw wart physique. His manner proclaimed him a leader. He had a long face, a flaming red beard, and dear cold blue eyes that fixed in close scrutiny upon Duane. He was not a Texan; in truth Duane did not recognize one of these outlaws as native to his State. “I’m Bland,” said the tall man au thoritatively. “Who’re you and what’re you doing herel” Duane looked at Bland as he had at the others. This outlaw chief appeared to be reasonable, if he was not courte ous. Duane told his story again, this time a little more in detail. “I Believe you,” replied Bland at once. “Think I know when a fellow’s lying." “I reckon you’re on the right trail,” put in- Euchre. “Thet about Luke wantin’ his boots took off—thet satis fies me. Luke hed a mortal dread of dyin’ with his boots on.” At this sally the chief and his men laughed. “You said Duane — Buck Duane 1” queried Bland. “Are you a son of that Duane who was a gun-fighter some years back?” “Yes,” replied Duane. “Never met him, and glad I didn’t,” said Bland with a grim humor. Bosomer appeared at the door, push ing men who tried to detain him. and as he jumped clear of a last reaching hand he uttered a snarl like an angry dog. Manifestly the short while he had spent inside the saloon had been devot ed to drirlking and talking himself into a frenzy. Bland and the other outlaws quickly moved aside, letting Duane alone. vhen Bosomer saw Duane standing motionless and watchful, a strange change passed quickly in him. He halted in his tracks, and as he did that the men who had followed him out piled over each other in their hurry to get to one side. Duane saw all the swift action, felt intuitively the meaning in it, and in Bosomer’s sudden change of front. The outlaw was keen, and he had expected a shrinking or at least a frightened antagonist. But Duane did not speak a word. He had remained motionless for a long moment, his eyes pale and steady, his ’ t hand like a daw. t instant gave birth in Duane a to read In his enemjrs eyes the that preceded action. But he not want to kill another man; be not intend to. When Bosomer’s moved Duane’s gun was spouting ire, and Bosomer feu with his right arm shattered. He would never be able to draw a gun again. When Ddane went out with Euchre die sun was setting behind a blue range of mountains across the river in Mex fco. The valley appeared to open to tnc southwest. “The only feller who’s goin’ to put Daring the ensuing half hour a num er of outlaws passed by Duane and Euchre, halted for a greeting, or sat down for a moment. They were all gruff, loud-voiced, merry, and good natured. Duane replied civilly and agreeably when he was personally ad dressed, but he refused all invitations to drink and gamble. Evidently he had been accepted, in a way, as one of their clan. No one made any hint of an allusion to his affair with Bosomer. Duane saw readily that Euchre was well liked. One outlaw borrowed money from him; another asked for tobacco. Next morning Duane found that a moody and despondent spell had fastened on him. Wishing to be alone, he went out and walked a trail leading around the river bluff. He "thought and thought. When he returned to the shack Euchre was cooking dinner. “Say, Buck, I've news for you," he said, and his tone conveyed either pride in his possession of such news, or pride in Duane. “Feller named Bradley rode in this momin’. He’d heard some about you. “Told about the ace of spade; fhey put over the bullet holes in thet c; puncher Bain you plugged. The * :~z was a rancher shot at a v. !c twenty miles south of " listen. Reckon you didn't do it?” “No, I certainly did nc'.,' ieph'.i Duane. “Wal, you ret the fclarie. It : V.’t nothin’ for a idler to be sadik 1 with gun-play lie never made. An’, Lack, if you ever get famous, as seems ii'teiy, you’ll be blamed for many a crime. The border'll make outlaw an’ murder er out of you. . . . Wal, thet’s enough of thet. I've more .*.j. You’re goin’ to be popular.” “Popular? What do you mean?” “I met Bland’s wife this momin’. She seen you the other day when you rode in. She shore wants to meet you an’ so do some of the other women in camp. They always want to meet ‘ : new fellers who’ve just come in. It’s lonesome for women here an’ they like tc hear news from the towns.” “Well, Euchre, I don’t want to b* impolite, but I’d rather not meet am women,” rejoined Duane. “I was afraid you wouldn’t. Don’t blame you much. I was hopin’, though, you might talk a little to thet poor lonesome kid.” “What kid 1” inquired Duane, in sur prise. “Didn’t I tell you about Jennie— the girl Bland’s holdin’ here—the one Jackrabbit Benson had a hand in steal in’ I” “You mentioned a pirl. T’u -II. Tell me now,” replied IY-ii-i? ' •. • *. Continued Next v/ccx ,4 KBLLY MILLERS' ADTSBfUO HISTORY OF H IN W0RL9 111 i A GREAT NEW WORLD WAR BISTORT ) In addition to lta containing a graphic account of the War, include* many chapters on subjects of vital Interest. Following are a few of the Sbjects treated: The Flash that Set e World Aflame—Why American* ! Entered the War—The ’Uilngs that Made Men Mad—The Sinking Sub marine—The Eyes of Battle—War’s Strange Devices—Wonderful War Weapons—The World’s Armies—The I World’s Navle*—The Nations at War I —Modern War Methods—WoiRen and ; the Wer. A volume of general in* 1 formation upon all subjects which : have their beering upon the World i Conflict,'as well as an authentic a© ! count of the Great World War. The Book also include* the follow* ' log subjects: The Horrors and Won* i ders of Modern Warfare. The Bar parity and Merciless Methods Em' i ployed to Satisfy the Ambitions of ■ ihe Kaiser and His Imperial Govern ! raent. The Ruthless Submarine War fare Waged to Starve England and | France Into Submission. The Story ! of the Hardships and Horrors which • 'ne Belgians and French were Com pelled to Suffer. The Billions of : Dollars Required to Carry on the ; Awful Struggle. The Terrible Loss 1 of Human Life and tbe Desolation of j Countries. The ,Welrd and Wonder ! ful Methods of Warfare. The New ; und Strange Devices that have eome ; into being. The great “tanks”, the j “bumps”, the submarine, the ga* and • poison bombs, and the marvels of Bdence Things about which you may never have heard, ^mrelous guns that shot for miles. 198tidal and Me i dieval weapons that again came Into ; play. The plans of the Hohenzollern* i to create a World Empire, which > drew upon them the wrath of Na^ ! uuns. the Nations Involved. The Armies and Navies and what they i Represented in Men and Equipment, i This Great Book tells all about thw : Negro Everywhere in the World Wat I—How He Did His Duty. • i w ! ;‘a'Kew kEvi&Ed BOOh VVlTH In every capacity—from right up ! in the Front Line Trenches and on j the Battlefields—Clear Back to the ; Work of Keeping the Home Fires j Burning: On the Farms: In the Mills j and Munition Plants: On the Rail I roads and Steamships: In the Ship Yards and Factories. Men and W.o* ! men with the Red Cross, the Y. M. C. A., Y W. C. A., the War Camp Community Service, the Liberty Loan Urlvqs, etc., etc’ This Volume tells the world how the Negro has wen his place and his right to a voice In the afafrs of mankind against prejudice, rldltfule, race hatred, and almost insurmount* ; able obstacles. Many striking tests* | monlals from the Secretary of War j and Army Officers of high rank and ! reputation are set forth to no under* ! tain terms. The following ringing ! word? of Major General Bell, ad* I dressed to the famous “Buffaloes”, j the 367th Regiment, are typleal of } the high regard and respect of Amer , lean and European officers for our | colored troops. Every private in this ' regiment and most of the officers | were Negroes. The General salu • ' _ I ST. MARK BAPTIST CHURCH, (Glen Allen. Va ) Kev. B. J. Ruffin, paster. Res idence, 70S Sate Street. Servlres: ! Sundays, 11:30 A. M. and 3 P. M. ! Sunday School, 9:30 A. M. All are ! welcome. I _ 'FIFTH STREET BAPTISf CM v-OH (Fifth and JaefcBon Rev. 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