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3OKHARA bas for ages been a center of learning -- the a vy of the Btle p and religious life. The madrasa libraries, ested the bylas who treacberously attacked some of which were very rich, have been -cattqred ha "der th. l.. ip .f -The rphet. and lost. Some rane bookb are sought there. p GET A Delightful Ser Intrigue and t Love Over ] ("Get-Rich-Quick Walliingfrd" Is a Cosmopolitan Production based on some of the famous Wl lingford stories and the famous play by George M. Ceban, di rected by Frank Borsage and re leased as a Paramount Picture.) Screen Version Novelized. By Jane McLean -NOT even t"e most enthusi astic citizen of Battlesburg, in the wreat and rapidly growing State of Ohio, would have had the temerity to fore cast an awakening for that sleepy litle town. For years and years Battlesburg had gone on its dozing way con tent with life as its founders had lived it, averse to the new-fangled experiments that had boomed vil lages into towns and towns into cities. "What was good enough for my father is good enough for me," said Timothy Battles, mayor and oracle, and his brother, George Washington Battles, richest man in town, backed him up. What G. W. said was law and gospel to Andy Dempsey, proprie tor and manager of the Palace Hotel, and as the local celebrities of Battlesburg gathered at Andy's, it became law and gospel to them. Now and again some hopeful stranger would wander into The Palace and, struck with the somno lence of the place, would suggest plans for building, schemes for utilizing water power, trolley de velopments and other modern ideas; invariably he slunk away convinced he was dealing with a lot of dodoes who did not know the value of their own possibili ties. Only local trains stopped at Bat tlesburg; the Overland thundered through, disdaining to slow a wheel even for the crossing. Bat tlesburg, as far as the outside world was concerned, might as well have been off he map. And then, one riild day, while Abe Guntlpr, the hackman who drove the few and far betccen guests of The Palace, was waiting for the way train from Des Mcines a man stepped to the platform and Do You Know That One week of manual and agricul tural labor is in future to be in cluded in the year's work of every Bulgarian school, for boys and girls aliko? Gold was used by the Romans for filling teeth 500 years before the Christian era? An elephant is possessed of such a delicate sense of smell that it can scent a human being at a distance of * 1,000 yards? The famous Grand Canyon of Colorado Is 6,000 feet deep in its drepest part, with nearly perpen dicular sides? Threads of gold usied in India for making lae are drawn out so fine that 1.100 yards weigh only one ounce? Cement is being used as a substi tute for lead in joining cast-Iron water pipes? OUCH! LUMBAGO PAIN RUB BACKACHE AWAY1 Instant Relief with a small trial bottle of old "St. Jacobs Oil." Kidneys enutse Backache? Nn' They have no nerves, therefore can sot enuse pain. Listen! Your back arbhe IN (causefl by lumbago. sciatIca or a strain, and the quickest relIef is soothing, pene'trating "St. Jacobs Oil." Ruth it rIght on y'our painful hack, nnei instantly the soreness *tiffness and lameness disappears. Don't stay crippled' (let a small trial bottle of "l-t. Jacobha Oil" from y'our druggist and lImber up. A mou'Wt-,t nfter it is applIed you'll wo'nder whnrt herame of the hach nlumbitnen pain. it old',nest "'St Jaenha Oil'' n o era hi. e s'intien, neural honiri; .1ln ,ir sprratis, ns it L h-Iui,' hirmless and doesn't burn tiii skoi I -RI C ial of 'Adventure, he Triumph of Dishonesty. , asked the name of tho best hotel in the place. A New Arvdval. Mr. Gunther dispensed with the straw he had been chewing and hurried to impart the de sired information, meinwhile ob serving that here was another of them high falutin' city chaps, likely a drummer. Usaw is my name," sai-l the new arrival. "Horace Daw from New York-my trunk will be along later-these bags are mine." The newness of the baggage and the -p'ck and span appear ance of Mr. Daw convinced Mr. Gunther that here was a fare worth cultivating, and he im proved the time on the drive from the station to the hotel by subtle remarks intended to draw the stranger out. "Goin' to 'be here long?" he asked, flicking a fly from the worried flank of his aged horse. "Can't tell-maybe a month, maybe a year." "Oh, you're not a drummer, then?" "No, I don't know enough to be a drummer.. Many people at the hotel?" "Oh, a few, a few-" said Abe discreetly, "but I reckon you won't find it dull." Mr. Daw's glance took in the scenery as the horse jogged along the main street; his inward com ment was Boobs, and lots bf them; tlys reflection seemed to please Him, for he smiled and tipped the driver when he alight ed at the porch of The Palace. The proprietor, who believed in the personal equation, came out to meet him, hand extended; a broad grin appeared on the fat face of Eddie Lamb, the clerk, and Fannie Jasper, stenographer and typist, looked up from her desk with a show of interest. In such fashion Horace Daw came into Battlesburg, and in like fashion he remained. But the reason for his presence there was for some days a mystery. He was nice to look at, well dressed. a THE RHYMING OPTIMIST -By Aline Michae Seasonal Song. HE breath of fall is in the air on frosty days like these: catch the fragrance every where of mothballs on the breeze. I've opened every packing trunk where heavy woolens lie: last spring these outfits looked like junk, but now they please my eye. It's well enough when summer's here with days at ninety-eight, to speak of flannels with a sneer and laugh at heavyweight. When north winds nip our purple ears and through our garments play, our filmy lingerie appears to be a bit passe. 'Tis then I hustle to the house, with hasting feet I fare, and earnestLy.. beseech my spouse for winter underw-ar. Oh, let who will sing songs of cheer on au tumn's woodland glows; for me. nbout this time of year, I seek my woolenl hose. Let others tune the lively lyre to praise of red and gold; I go to start the furnace fire to shield me from the cold. The autumn air is sweet as wine, the autumn leaves are' bright; close by my fireside I recline and sing of fall's delight. It brings me much to chat about: the swallow's south ward flight, the h.Lrd-earned ducats guoing out for uhunks of anjthracite. While others enurt the tender muse51 In swe'et aind tuneful note's. andu I'ur-lined'. iov ats. Relieve babyis ichingeskin with - RES!INOL .5.oihmng and Hsalinq Nas just the cooling touch to produce comfort and permit sleep Doe. not smart or sting when applied E1QL J. Rufus Wallingford prete confidence of the F Sc model of courtesy and quickly partial to Dorothy Welle'. the chum of the proprietor's dlaugh ter and one of the prettiest girls in town. Mr. Daw played a little and sang a little and danced divinely, and also he knew how to spend wisely and well; within a week he was the most popular person in town Sowing the Seed. He lamented casually that a place with such possibilities should be dying on its feet. He seemd to take it as a personal grief and he was so sincere that he convinced Clint Harkins, editor and reporter of the Blade, Battleburg's only newspaper. Uneven Hems Are Popular By Rita Stuyvesant. N3TABLE this season is the un even hem of frocks and gowns. Suits finely tailored have come under- the influence of the broken hem line, and this idea is carried out in street clothes and evening gowns. Frocks of black canton crepe are seldom seen with a straight hem line. Sometimes the foundation of the dress is made with a plain turned hem. and then hunt with pointed panels on the sides and back. tha' fall below the skirt. These twan ls are usually lined to giv then, added weight, sometimes with gray or gay colors, and others pre fer to remain all blark. Fish-tail panels are frequently used to break the even line of the hem, and occasionally used at one side of the frock. This idea was portrayed in a chairming frock of na!vy georgette,. for the plain, gath ired skirt was finished at the right side byv two pnaels of th.' Crepe picote-d and pointed, and allowed to tall considerably below the skirt. Other georgette creations show numerous panels of fish-tail design. aind of different lengths hung over u sen nt skirt of the miaterial. Whetn the wearer is in motion, the iffect I- very pleatsinig, ond stimle to at tain. twill or- tri-ntin. or duretvn. iir' likewvis paneoled. A~ b~roadi -h ofi Itoman striped-i ribbon or terhaisi' gold broendule is tied about the hips. Iind allowe d to hang on the left sidi ibelow thu skirt is a noth-r way to il-nd this effect, especially if the sash is heav-ily fringed ait the ends. A t unIe- that buegins at thle hile nnd formts at pointed apr-on in the front, falling 1wlow the hem line, breaks the straight line ait the btau tom and lends nog ai little charnt to on othe-rwiso plain d roc-k. A simple evening gown of pu-ach taffeta with skIrt fatshlonaly niar row, is c'ouded by squaries of smoke gray tulle, suspended from the cor ners and dropped sev-'ral inches he low the taffenta. Eight of thes. squares are uised. IMllm rihhons have the grace to form the smart uneven hem effect, and many of them are hung from the waisthand nend o-ut different lengths. Mo'tnrin1 for evening wenr lende itself hecomingly to this mode for c mayv be draped up on on.' sid almost tn the knee and u/inted to droop on the other. Poaloonped uinder at the hem harem utvle aire namin in inane. rICK nding to refuse a roll of th< frl he loves. One of the ter on to be seen in motion pi Mr. Harkins voiced in print as his own some of the leading ideas that Daw had whispered to him in confidence . "What do you think of this?" asked George Washington Battles when he had read some of these heresies in the lobby of the Palace. "That fellow Harkins been doin' something new?" asked Dempsey. "He ought to be turned out of town," exploded the other. "Here he is advbcating a wake-up cam paign; says we're all asleep, rot ting away, going to rust and all that-" "Harkins is a fool," cried Eddie Lamb. Says we ought to change the name of the town to Peacefulville; THE WIN] STORY OF AN AMBITJ( By Arthur Stringer, Well-Known Novelist and Authoa of Countrywide Reputation. FROWNING. he advanced toward the oblong of tapestry on his wall. He threw back the imi tation Bobelin and sniffed along the door cracks. This. however, did not satisfy him. Without giving actual thought to the movement he slippen back the metal bolt and tried the door. His first surprise camne with the fact that it opened. His secon't surprise lay in the discovery that the lights were on in Torre Thros sel's studio. And hi. third surprise took the form of Torrie Throsses herself, standing within three feet of him. She was wearfawg a man's hath robe. which was m~iuch too big for her, doubled about her waist and held in by a girdle of plaited silk. 11er preoccupied face, he noticed, was almost colorless. The studio. behind her, he also noticed, imprea* ed him as being over-lavish in its decorations, almost theatrical in its studiously achieved Orientalism. "I've been waiting for you,' she said, very quietly, and with a smile of slow constraint that was new to her. More than ever be'fore. na he stood staringa at her, lhe wns Eonsc'iou of her aippea. ilut thle preo'~cculuation on heV fnee disturbert tmi "is anything wvrong?" he ankeat, slowly moving through the open, ('oor. IIl that portal hsed once token oin him the significance of a Rubi. con. he Seemned to have fuorgtten the fac't. "I'm worried," the girl told him. She lifted one shoulder depreciat ingly. "It may he foolish, but I enn't get the thing out of moy head." Ai Subtle Fear. "What thing?" asked Storrow. She lifted a hand am though to touch his arm, or to grope to him, if not for support at least for per sonal contact. But to his disap pointment she changed her mind and threw the hand away again. "There's been a mmeli of gas com ing from young Muselli' atudio," he heard her maying. A selfish wave of relief flowed through him as he listened. "And I'm-I'm afraid sonething mosi have hanp'end." "Whai c'ould happen': demiandiei Storrow '"That 's what we ought to, find out," she replied. "Theni you now hinm?" Itorrow i WA usands from a credulous d Ise scenes in "Get-Rich-Qi ctures at the best theater & well, he can't try any of his fool notions on me." "I'll bet he got that from the fel low in there playin' the piano," volunteered Dempsey. "You mean Daw?" "That's the fellow I mean what's he here for, anyway, spending all his time running around with the girls. He may be a highwayman for all I know." The absurdity of this suggestion caused a snicker from Fannie Jas per and the irate Mr Battles turned on her. .- "What you laughin' at? He's been sendi'n' telegrams-an' if you know what's goin' on you got a right to tell." "I guess I know enough to keep E OF LIFE )US YOUNG SCULPTOR ongruous pang of jealousy, vague ly unhappy at the recurring thought of how wide was the undefined circle of her acquaintances. "No." she explained. "But I've noticed him at different times. He looked worried an struck me as be ing-as being in trouble in some way. And I know that he was fond of those two canaries of his. That's the one thing that made me wait up for you." "I 'anaries?" echoed Storrow. "Some time tonight he put his canary eage outside his door before locking it." It still struck Storrow as being slightly ridiculous. And he was thinking more of the misty violet eyes in the side-light and the misty rose of the grave lips than he was of Muiseili an'l his canary eage. "So that's the reason you waited up for me'" he said, slowly pro pelled toward her by a power which seemed to lie beyond the realm of his own wili. H4e enuld wonder at that power, even as it gripped him. making him feel that this body of his wras still an embryo in reason buit centuies old in emotion. little mor' tha l a ii passive r'lver' hed hronirh whiebh enr'ised the currents of undlclipherabdle :nneestial ten She must have read his intent ion on his face, for phe' lIfted her two hands and hel thePM against his shoulders, as though to arrest his advance. "Not now," she snid in a whisper that had a quaver of emotion in it. "But I've been thinking of .you all night.' he whispered hack. She tonk a deep breath. "And Tret heen thinking of yo," she admitted, almost unhappily'. "I'm alwnas thinking of you. 1 can't help it." He stond staring at her, with a ro f all the blood in his andy t0 his heart. He wondered why. at a moment so inappnsite, her loveliness should heleaguer him. the tinder of his longing had al ready caught fire from the small torch of her enession. "We're boeth fighting against snmething thnt's too' strong for u"ho protested. nh~nvst unetnn sius of what he, tras ra ving. (To lie ('ninuled Toamorrow .) copyrIiht, It5a. yarthur striag.. (9eblied brArragesent with tuterme. LLI r'1% '*~ -( ."f~ ipe in order to shatter the uck Wallingford," S. things to myself," answered Fan nie, "especially when they're con :fidential." Fresh sounds of music came from the other room and Mr. Dempsey's face assumed a redder tinge. "I'm goin' to tell my Gertie to keep away from that feller," he cried as the lanky form of the editor appeared in the doorway. A Sound Belief. "Well, gentlemen," cried Har kins, beaming, "what do you think of my editorial? Pretty good, eh?" "Pretty good," snorted Battles, "it's rot!' We've got a town full of sound, conservative men and here you are trying to upset things." "Don't you believe in progres sion?" Advice to the Lovelorn By Beatrice Fairfax DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am a girl, twenty-five and deeply in love with a man of twenty-one. He came to see me a few times and told me he loved me dearly. I have set my heart on this man and he is well able to make a good home for me. I just cannot live without him, but he has grown in different. Please tell me what to do. Do you think I should go to his home and call on him? B. D. THERE'S an old "proverb" of rather a cynical nature. It might make a good motto for the girl who sighs that she can't live without a man who probably bas never thought of marrying and living with her. It's this: "When a man tires of her, the wise womn an says 'Amen.' " Don't ruh after this youth. Just make up your mind that you had no particular attraction for him and that there's nothing to do about it. And then set about finding other worth while and more profitable thing. to do with your life than sighing over him! ADVERTISEMENT. 'TAKE YEAS WAY---WI If Weak; Thin or Run-Down Take Ironized Yeast, the Great New Vitamine Tonic Treatment in Tablet Form. At last the perfeet yeast enmbinettonl has haen dtsentered! No longer will it be necessary for pee p~le to put up with all the objectionabe featuree of eating or-dinary baking yeast for health. For yeast may now be taken in convenlent tablet feorn, combined with iron. which is necessry in order to set the best benefit from yeast. This preparietrf is called Trenised Yeast, snd is the appreved vitamwine tente treatmesnt far, runl-d own eenidlien, ls of weight, nervyusnese, latk of energy, peor appetit, ek MEupttons and other t lown printe?. 'The ressnn tr'onised Yeast ii bring n~g piuchI atlendlI resulle avery where 1. haiia ,ctntiS highiy ,',enntwated brewer's '-s, whith is far , 1,hero 1itaminOes ihan ,r*ltiary balcing )Oast \ tne.na as we know, are ane of th' meet esential et all feed elements- vt .,.r n'aederni die' is aimieet antirelb is- k, ~aa 15 temn. Follow This Great Watch for It on Leading "I don't believe in anything but saving money." "Well," said Dempsey. "if the town would loosen up with new ideas, build a new hotel, and start things a hummin' no oue can deny it would be a good thing for business." "You said it all. Dempsey," cried Harkins. "What's the good of having money if you don't do anything with it?" "How about the new Baptist church?" shouted Mr. Battles. "Why don't we out up an opera house where the people can se a good show?" countered Harkins. "And how about a modern hotel? "-repeated Dempsey. "Here we are, fourteen thou sand people and only nine auto mobiles-we ought to have ten thousand." "My great Grandfather Beja min," said Mr. Battles, "preached against all these reid fire meth ods; so did his son, and so did my father, and I intend living up to their notions." "Look here" said Harking, willing to placate the most influ ential man in town.. "I don't say they weren't right: I don't blame anyone for hanging on to money, but. I ido say money ought to circulate-that's the way to improve things, to get ahead, then there'll be more -for all of us." Good Advice. "Claptrap.," answered Mr. Bat tles. not at all mollified. "There's the trolley situation." Harkins went on-"you certainly want a line between here and Hoystsville ?" "No need of it," snapped the colonel-"I don't believe in trolley lines; too many accidents-" "Can you beat that?" asked the now indignant Harkins of Dempsey. "I'd never have believ ed it of you, colonel." Mr. Battles, ignoring him, turned to Fannie as though to apologize for his recent breach of manners. "Well." he asked. "how's the typewritin' business?" NO DEATHS NOR BIRTHS I N the Inland Sea of Japan is an island with 3.006 Inhabitants of both sexes; but on that island births practically never happen. For ages this island, known as Uiyaji ma. has been given over to relig ous ceremonies, and most of its in habitants are priests. image carvers. and fishermen. Miyajima is. in the eyes of the Japanese. one of tne three sights of the country. Some of it is cultivated, but :.rost consists of wooded heights and rocky valleys with streams of crystal water. Wild animals, including large herds of deer, abound, and are never touched by the people. Birds and all kinds of creatures become so tame that they do not fear man in the least, and crime of any sort is prac tically unknown. One of the most rigorous rules con Miyajima is that there must be no deaths or birth.. When a child is likely to be born the woman is rowed acro-se to the mainland, and any one who is very ill is removed in a like manner. In the old days very severe pen. atis were inflicted on the rela tives of anyone who chanced to die on the island. E~ven today the relatives are banished for a month. ADVERTISEMENT. F THE BEST TH IRON are eoroua iitable. ad ea sl ee nighe etn yold efore yor tlm.-eq try this remarkabl. new tente. You w il otic, a sod terovemeat in reur condi Pimplee, beite. and ether skin blemishes usually disappear entirely within two that Ironised Yest is utthe ei roied Yeast will kee ladefinitelr y easta no mere per d ee tha eemnme tr tmnt and ete t nl BISe 5 od atlat al I'ee Drus Stores and by gAONIZEb~te Tabi ets ORD Story Here, Then the Screen at the Theaters. "It's been very good lately," Fannie answered. "I'm glad to hear it-you save what you make, every cent you can, and then when the weeks esme that aren't so good you won't have to worry." Mr. Battles, having delivered himself of this oracular utterance took his departure toward the bar in the next room where, since the advent of prohibition, soft drinks were served, while the patrons la mented the good old days for lack of something better to do. "Here's that letter you dictated. Mr. Dempsey," said Fannie when the colonel had left and Harkins had followed. "I've addressed it to Mr. Carruthers personally." The proprietor reached for the sheet and read aloud the closing sentence for the edification of Ed die Lamb: "Theodore Roosevelt, Lilliain Russell, and James J. Cor bett have stopped at my hotel and expressed themselves as glad when they went." Eddie Lamb nodded approval-"that ought to fetch him, boss." The Wrong Result. "I reckon so," chuckled Mr. Dempsey, handing the letter back; just stick my signature on the bot tom of that Fannie, and give it to Willie to mail." "He's got the right idea," re marked Eddie as Fannie sealed the envelope. "If you don't boost your self no one will boost you-say, Fannie, on the level, what do you know about that fellow Daw-Ger tie's lost her head about him-" "Getting jealous, are you?" asked Fannie rising to put on her hat. "No, I ain't jealous; so you're stuck on him, too?" "I think he's pretty nice," ad mitted Fannie. "And I'd say he was pretty darned fresh for a stranger." "Oh. see here," cried Fannie, "Gertie's just trying to make you a little green-eyed, that's all." "That's all right Fanie, but how'd you like to have your sweetheart running around with another fellow-I mean if you were engaged to a girl and she" -Mr. Lamb's fat face flushed and Fannie's laughter did not tend to restore him to normal cy. "You're just like all the others," he taunted, "all. you can do is giggle-well, laugh if you think it's funny." (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) how weil-trained are your evening gowns? Pfrts is ebdsout theuslm nd -inyevnn gown that has seKened so go In a long en ide or on bh~ TeNoeinhmer Baer shouwe heedraped, alia evening gesostealso hRuumt-4 fact, all the types of gowne sammn. i~ ea h ehw wi& Pashi, Art, Soi ad elever Piction feinre In all Ask yermwedesler for the Nevemaber Winee P=asin Harpers Basa?