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Novelized from the Photo Play of the Same Name. Produced by thfi Universal
Film Manufacturing Company. ,
Sanford Quest, master criminologist of
the world, finds that in bringing to justice
Macdougal, the murderer of Lord Ash
lelgh’s daughter, he has but just begun a
llfe-and-death struggle with a mysterious
master criminal. In a hidden hut in Pro
fessor Ashleigh’s garden he has seen an
ape skeleton and a living creature, half
monkiy, half man, destroyed by fire. In
his rooms have appeared black boxes con
taining notes, signed by a pair of armless
hands. Laura and Lenora. his assistants,
suspect Craig, the professor s servant, of
a double murder. The black boxes con
tinue to appear in uncanny fashion. Craig
Is trapped, but escapes to England, where
Quest, Lenora and the professor follow
him. Lord Ashleigh is murdered by the
Hands. Craig is captured and escapes to
Port Raid, where Quest and his party also
go, and hevond into the desert. They are
captured by Mongars, among whom Craig
seems to be in authority, escape with
Craig as their captive and are rescued by
British troops.
Side by side they leaned over the
rail of the steamer and gazed shore
wards at the slowly unfolding scene
before them. For some time they had
all preserved an almost ecstatic si
“Say, but it’s good to see home
again!” Laura sighed at last.
“I'm with you,” Quest agreed em
phatically. “It’s the wrong side of
the continent, perhaps, but I’m aching
to set my foot on American soil again.”
“This the wrong side of the con
tinent! I should say not!” Laura ex
claimed, pointing to where in the dis
tance the buildings of the exposition
gleamed almost snow white in the daz
zling sunshine. “Why, I have never
seen anything so beautiful in my life.”
"I guess there’s one of us here,”
Quest observed, “who is none too
pleased to see America again.”
I-ienora shivered a little. They were
all grave.
Quest moved slowly down the deck
towards Craig's side, and touched him
on the arm.
“Give me your left wrist, Craig, ’ he
said quietly.
The man slunk away. There was a
sudden look of horror In his white
face. He started back, but Quest was
too quick for him. In a moment there
was the click of a handcuff, the mate
of w'hich was concealed under the
criminologist’s cuff
They stepped along the deck to
wards the rest of the party. Lenora
handed ner glasses to Quest.
“Do look, Mr. Quest,” she begged.
"There is Inspector French standing
In the front row’ on the dock, with two
enormous bunches of flowers —carna-
tions for me, 1 expect, and poinsettias
for Laura. They're the larger bunch ’
Quest took the glasses and nodded
Slowly’ the great steamer drifted
nearer and nearer to the docks, hats
were waved from the little line of
spectators, ropes w r ere draw r n taut.
The inspector w r as standing at the
bottom of the gangway as they all
passed dow'n He snook hands with
everyone vigorously Then he pre
sented Lenora w ith her carnations and
Laura with the poinsettias. Lenora
was enthusiastic Even Laura mur
mured a few words of thanks.
“Some flowers those poinsettias,”
the inspector agreed.
Quest gripped him by the arm.
‘French,” he said, “I tell you I shall
make your hair curl when you hear all
that we've been through. Do you feel
like having me start in .fight away,
on our way to the cars?”
French withdrew his arm
‘Nothing doing,” he replied. “I
want to talk to Miss Laura You can
stow that criminal stuff. It’ll wait all
right. You've got the fellow —that’s
what matters!”
Quest exchanged an amused glance
with Lenora. The inspector and Laura
fell a little behind. The former took
off his hat for a moment and fanned
‘Say, Miss Laura,” he began, “I’m
a plain man, and a poor hand at
speeches I’ve been saying a few' nice
things over to myself on the dock here
for the last hour, but everything's
gone right out of my head. Look
here, it sums up like this: How do
you feel about quitting this bunch
right away and coming with me to
New York.”
What do I want to go to New
York for?” Laura demanded.
”Oh. come on, Miss Laura, you know
what C mean. ’ French replied. “Weil
slip off and get married here and then
take this man Craig to New York.
Once get him safely in the Tombs and
we ll go off on a honeymoon anywhere
you say ”
Laura was on the point of laughing
at him Then the unwonted serious
ness of his expression appealed sud
denly to her sympathy. She patted
him kindly on the shoulder.
“You’re a good sort. Inspector, but
you’ve picked the wrong girl. I’ve run
along on my own hook ever since I
w'as born, I guess, and I can’t switch
my ideas over to this married stuff.
You better get a move on and get
Craig back to New York before he
Bump laved Greedy Man’s Life, and
He immediately Began Cussing
His Rescuers.
The scene was at the redroom at
the Waldorf and the time the close of
the oyster season. One of the as
sistant managers was summoned there
"A man has Just fallen over dead,”
said tha bellboy who brought the
slips us again. I’m going to stay here
wdth the bunch. ’
The inspector sighed. His face had
grown long and the buoyancy had
passed from his manner.
They found the others waiting for
them at the end of the great wooden
shed. Quest turned to French.
‘Look here, French,” he said, “you
know I don’t w'ant to hurry you off,
but I don’t know what we’re going to
do with this fellow about in San Fran
cisco. We don’t want to lodge two
charges, and w r e should have to put
him in jail tonight. W r hy don’t you
take him on right away? There’s a
limited goes by the southern route in
an hour’s time.”
French assented gloomily.
“That suits me,” he agreed. “You’ll
be glad to get rid of the fellow, too,”
he added.
They drove straight to the depot,
found two vacant seats in the train,
and Quest, with a little sigh of relief,
handed over his charge.
“Now for a little holiday,” Quest de
clared, passing Lenora’s arm through
his. “Weil just have a look around
the city and then get down to San
Diego and take a look at the exposi
tion there. No responsibilities, no one
to look after, nothing to do but enjoy
Quest and Lenora turned away from
the window of the hotel, out of which
they had been gazing for the last
quarter of an hour.
“It’s too beautiful,” Lenora sighed.
Quest stood for a moment shaking
his head. The professor, with a pile
of newspapers stretched out before
him, v/as completely engrossed in
their perusal. Laura, w r ho had been
sitting in an armchair at the farther
end of the apartment, w'as apparently
deep In thought.
“Say, you tw r o are no sort of people
for a holiday,” Quest declared. “As
for you, Laura, I can’t think what's
come over you. You never opened
your mouth at dinner time, and you sit
there now looking like nothing on
“I am beginning to suspect her,” Le
nora chimed in. “Too bad he bad to
hurry away, dear!"
Laura’s indignation was not alto
gether convincing. Quest and Lenora
exchanged amused glances The for
mer picked up the newspaper from the
floor and calmly turned out the pro
fessor’s lamp
“Look here,” he explained, ‘this is
the first night of oui holiday I'm go
ing to run the party and I’m going to
make the rules. No more newspapers
tonight or for a fortnight You un
understand? No reading, nothing but
frivolity. And no iovesickness Miss
Laura '
“Lovesickness, indeed!” she re
peated scornfully
Quest took the dispatch which the
hotel clerk handed tc nim one after
noon a fortnight later, and read it
through without change of expres
sion Lenora, however w'ho was by
his side, knew at once that it con
tained something startling
“What is It?” she asked
He passed his arm through hers and
led her down the hall to where the
professor and Laura were just wait
ing for the lift. He beckoned them
to follow him to a corner of the
“There’s one thing I quite forgot, a
fortnight ago,” he said, slowly, “when
I suggested that we should none of us
look at a newspaper until the time we
were in California Have you kept to
our bargain, professor?”
“And you, girls?”
“I’ve never even seen one," Lenora
declared. %
“Nor I,” Laura echoed
“I made a mistake,” Quest con
fessed. “Something has happened
which we ought to have known about.
You had better read this message—
or, wait. I’ll read it aloud:
To Sanford Quest, Garfield Hotel,
San Otego. Injured In wreck of lim
ited. Recovered consciousness today.
Craig reported burned in wreck out
think you had better come on.
Samaritan Hospital, Ailguez.
“Say, when can we start?” Laura
exclaimed excitedly.
Lenora clutched at Quest's arm.
“I knew it,” she declared simply. “I
felt perfectly certain, when they left
San Francisco, that something would 1
happen. We haven’t see the end of
Craig yet”
Quest, who had been studying a |
time-table, glanced once more at the
“Look here,” he said, “Ailguez isn’t
so far out of the way if we take the
southern route to New York. Let’s |
get a move on tonight”.
Laura led the way to the lift She
was in a state of rare discomposure.
“To think that all the time we’ve
been giddying round, ’ she muttered,
‘that poor man has been lying in hos
pital! Makes one feel like a brute.”
The assistant manager hurried In.
A thick-set man lay back in a chair,
his face blue. The hotel physician
was sent for, and the body, still in
the chair, was moved to a less public
The doctor hurried in and advised
that the man be taken downstairs at
once. He was smuggled around to a
back stairway and the assistant mana
ger and the waiter started to descend
with him. Ho was heavy, and when
they got ball way the assistant manrv
gar stumbled, and he and the waiter
“He's been unconscious all the
time/' Quest reminded her.
“Might have expected to find us
there when he came to, anyway/'
Laura insisted.
Lenora smiled faintly as she caught
a glance from Quest.
“Laura’s got a heart somewhere, '
she muttered, “only It takes an awful
lot of getting at!” . . .
They found French, already conva
lescent, comfortably installed in the
private ward of a small hospital in the
picturesque New Mexico town. Laura
almost at once established herself by
his side.
“Can you remember anything about
the wreck, French?” Quest inquired.
The inspector passed his hand
wearily over his forehead.
‘lt seems more' like a dream —or
rather a nightmare—than anything,”
he admitted. “I was sitting opposite
Craig when the crash came. I was
unconscious for a time. When I came
to, I was simply pinned down by the
I side of the car. I could see a man
working hard to release me, tugging
and straining with all his might. Every
now' and then I got a glimpse of his
face. It seemed queer, but I could
have sworn it was Craig. Then other
people passed by. I heard the shriek
of a locomotive. I could see a doctor
bending over some bodies. Then it
all faded away and came back again.
The second time I was nearly free.
The man who had been w r orking so
hard was Just smashing the last bit
of timber aw'ay, and again I saw his
face and that time I was sure that it
w'as Craig. Anyw'ay, he finished the
job. I suddenly felt I could move my
limbs. The man stood up as though
exhausted, looked at me, called to tne
doctor, and then he seemed to fade
away. It might have been because I
was unconscious myself, for I don’t
remember anything else until I found
myself in bed.”
“It would indeed,” the professor re
marked, “be an interesting circum
stance —an interesting psychological
circumstance, if I might put it that
way—if Craig, the arch-criminal, the
man who has seemed to us so utterly
devoid of all human feeling, should
really have toiled in this manner to
set free his captor.”
. “Interesting or not,” Quest ob
served, “I’d like to know whether it
w r as Craig or not. I understand there
w'ere about a dozen unrecognizable
bodies found.”
The nurse, who had left the room
for a few minutes, returned with a
small package in her hand, w'hich she
handed to French. He looked at it in
a puzzled manner.
“Say, what can that be?” he mut
tered, turning it over. “Addressed to
me all right, but there isn’t a soul
knows I’m here except you folks. Will
you open it, Miss Laura?”
She took it from him and untied the
strings. A little breathless cry es
caped from her lips as she tore open
the paper. A small black box was dis
closed. She opened the lid with trem
bling fingers and drew out a scrap of
paper They all leaned over and read
You have all lost again. Why not
give up? You can never win,
Lenora was perhaps the calmest.
She simply nodded with the melan
choly air of satisfaction of one w r ho
finds ner preconceived Ideas con
‘i knew it!” she exclaimed softly.
“I knew it at the depot. Craig’s time
has not come yet. He may be some
where near us. even now.”
She glanced uneasily around the
ward Quest, who had been examin
Craig Assisted in Dragging People
From the Burning Car.
ing the postmarks on the package,
threw the paper down.
“The postmark’s all blurred out,”
he remarked. “There’s no doubt about
it, that fellow Craig has the devil’s
own luck, but we’ll get him —we’ll get
him yet. I’ll just take a stroll up to
police headquarters and make a few
inquiries You might come with me,
Lenora, and Laura can get busy with
her amateur nursing.”
“I shall make inquiries,” the profes
sor announced brjskly, “concerning
the local museum. There should be
interesting relics % hereabouts of the
prehistoric Indians.” /
A man sat on the steps of the range
cook wagon, crouching as far back as |
possible to take advantage of Its slight i
and the man in the chair fell heels
over head downstairs. The man fell
out of the chair with a great bump on
the steps. From him came a cough
ing sound, and those who were picking
themselves up were startled to see
three large oysters fly from his
Immediately the doctor’s face cook
on a cheerful expression. He sent for
instruments and extracted several
more oysters from the man’s aesopha
gus, mid the latter was soon complete-
Ijr reared. Then he proceeded totreet
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“We Ain't Powerful Civilized at This Camp, but You Don’t Get Our Cook
Till You Show a Warrant.”
shelter from the burning sun. He
held before him a newspaper, a cer
tain paragraph of which he was eager
ly devouring. In the distance the mail
boy was already disappearing in a
cloud of dust.
Sanford Quest and his assistants, ac
companied by Prof. Lord Ashleigh, ar
rived in Allguez a few days ago to
look for John Craig, formerly servant
to the scientist. Craig has not been
seen since the accident to the limited,
a fortnight ago, and by many is sup
posed to have perished in the wreck.
He was In the charge of Inspector
French, and was on his way to New
York to stand his trial for homicide.
French was taken to the hospital, suf
fering from concussion of the brain,
but is now convalescent.
The man read the paragraph twice.
Then he set down the paper and
looked steadily across the rolling
prairie land. There was a queer, bit
ter little smile upon his lips.
“So it begins again!” he muttered.
There was a cloud of dust in the
distance. The man rose to his feet,
shaded his eyes with his hand and
shambled round to the back of the
wagon, where a long table was set out
with knives and forks, hunches of
bread and tincups. He walked a little
farther away to the fire, and slowly
stirred a pot of stew. The little party
of cow boys came thundering up. There
was a chorus of shouts and exclama
tions, whistlings and good-natured
chaff, as they threw themselves from
their horses. Long Jim stood slowly
cracking his w T hip and looking down
the table.
“Say, boys, I tjbiijkjie’s fixed things
up all right,” he remarked. “Come on
with the grub, cookie.”
Silently the man filled each dish
with the stew and laid it in its place.
Then he retired to the background and
the cowboys commenced their meal.
Long Jim winked at the others as he
picked up a biscuit.
“Cookie, you’re no good," he called
out. “The stew's rotten. Here, take
He flicked the biscuit, which caught
the cook on the side of the head. For
a moment the man started With his
hand upon his temple he flashed a
look of hatred towards his assailant.
Long Jim laughed carelessly.
“Say, cookie,” the latter went on,
“where did you get them eyes? Guess
weil have to tame you a bit.”
The meal was soon over, and Jim
strolled across to where the others
were saddling up. He passed his left
arm through the reins of his horse
and turned once more to look at
“Say, you mind you do oetter to
night young fellow. . . Eh!”
He stopped short with a cry of pain.
The horse had suddenly started,
wrenching at the reins. Jim’s arm
hung helplessly down from the shoul
“Gee, boys, he’s broken it!” he
groaned. “Say, this is hell!”
The cook suddenly pushed his way
through the little crowd. He took
Jim’s shoulder firmly In one hand and
his arm in the other. The cowboy
howled with pain.
“Let go my arm!” he shouted, "Kill
him, boys! My God, I’ll make holes
in you for this!”
He snatched at his gun with his
other hand and the cowboy* scattered
a little. The cook stepped back, the
gun flashed out, only to be suddenly
lowered. Jim looked incredulously to
wards his left arm, which hung no
longer helplessly by his side. He
swung It backwards and forwards, and
a broad grin slowly lit up his lean,
brown face He thrust the gun in his
holster and held out his hand.
"Cookie, you’re all right!” he ex
claimed. “You’ve done the trick this
time. Say, you’re a miracle!”
The cook smiled.
“Your arm was just out of joint,”
he remarked. “It was rather a hard
pull, but it’s all right now."
Jim looked around at the others.
“And to think that I might have
killed him!” he exclaimed. “Cookie,
you’re a white boy. You’ll do. We’re
going to like you here ”
Craig watched them ride off. The
bitterness had passed from his face.
Evening came and with it a repeti
tion of his labors. When everything
was ready to serve, he stepped from
behind the wagon and looked across
the rolling stretch of open country.
his rescuers to such a flow of lan
guage that they put their fingers into
their ears.
“That's what you are apt to get In
this business,” said the assistant man
ager in telling the story recently. “If
we hadn’t stimbled that man would
have choked to death. He had prob
ably swallowed a lot of raw oysters
so fast that tljey completely filled his
aesophagms an 1 overflowed into his
windpipe. Instead of thanking us
for bringing him back to life he chased
" for lettln ‘ tlm
There was no one in sight. Softly,
almost stealthily, he crept up to the
wagon, fetched out from its wooden
case a small violin, sat down with his
back to the wheel and began to play.
Suddenly the bow rested motionless.
A look of fear came into his face. He
sprang up. The cowboys were all
stealing from the other side of the
wagon. They had arrived and dis
mounted without his hearing them.
He sprang to his feet and began to
stammer apologies. Long Jim’s hand
w T as laid firmly upon his shoulders.
“Say, cookie, you don’t need to.
look so scared. You ain’t done noth
ing wrong. Me and the boys, we like
your music. Sing us another tune
on that fiddle!”
The cook looked at him for a mo
ment incredulously. Then he real
ized that the cowboy was in earnest.
He picked up the bow and commenced
to play again. They sat around him,
wondering, absolutely absorbed. No
one even made a move towards the
food. It was Craig who led them
there at last himself, still playing.
Long Jim threw his arm almost caress
ingly around his shoulder.
“Say, cookie,” he began, “there ain’t
never no questions asked concerning
the past history of the men who find
their way out here, just so long as
they don’t play the game yellow. May
be you’ve fitted up a nice little hell
for yourself somewhere, but we ain’t
none of us hankering to know the
address. You’re white and you’re one
of us and any time any guy wants to
charge you rent for the little hell
where you got the furniture of your
conscience stored, why, you just let
us settle with him, that’s all.”
The interruption which came was
from outside.
“More of these d —d tourists,” Long
Jim muttered. “Women, too!”
Craig his head slowly. Quest
was in the act of dismounting from
his horse. By his side was the pro
fessor; just behind, Lenora and Laura.
Long Jim greeted them with rough
'‘Say, what are you folks looking
for ? ’ he demanded.
Quest pointed to Craig,
“We want that man,” ne announced.
“This is Inspector French from New
Fork. I am Sanford Quest. ’
There was a tense silence. Craig
covered his tace with his hands, then
suddenly looked up.
“I won’t come,” he cried fiercely.
“You’ve hounded me ail around the
world. lam innocent. I won't come.’
Quest shrugged his shoulders. He
took a step forward, nut Long Jim,
as though by accident, sauntered in
the way.
“Got a warrant?” he asked tersely.
“We don’t need it,' Quest replied.
“He’s our man, right enough.’
“Right this minute he's our cook
drawled Long Jim, “and we ain’t ex
actly particular about going hungry
just to please a bunch of strangers.
Cut it short, mister. If you ain’t got
a warrant, you ain’t got this man.”
“All right,” Quest agreed. “The in
spector here and I will soon see to
that. We’ll ride back to the town
ship. With your permission, the ladies
and our elderly friend will remain for
a rest.”
“You’re welcome to anything w T e’ve
got except our cook,” Jim replied,
turning away. , .
Darkness came early and the little
company grew closer and closer to the
camp fire, where Craig had once more
taken up his violin. The professor
had wandered off somewhere into the
darkness and the girls were seated a
little apart. They had been treated
hospitably but coldly
‘Don’t seem to cotton to us, these
boys,” Laura remarked.
“They don’t like us,” Lenora replied,
“because they think we are after
Craig. I wonder what Long Jim has
been whispering to him, and what
that paper is he has been showing
Craig. Do you know how far we are
from the Mexican border?”
“Not more than five or six miles,
I believe,” Laura replied.
Lenora rose softly to her feet and
strolled to the back of the range
wagon. In a few moments she reap
peared, carrying a piece of paper in
her hand. She stooped down.
“Craig’s saddling up,” she whis
pered. “Look what he dropped.”
Shi held out the paper, on which
was traced a roughly drawn map
“That line’s the river that marks
the Mexican border,” she explained.
“You see where Long Jim’s put the
The Wedding Route.
It Is reported that the “latest thing”
in wedding invitations is an engraved
map showing the way to the church
and to the house. Grinding perplex
ity is the mother of Innovations. It
is not so stated, but unquestionably
this helpful scheme originated in Bos
ton, where wedding guests have been
known to lose themselves and wan
der around for hours through the tan
gled highways, not reaching the scene
of the festival until the rice and old
shoes had' been thrown and everyone
cross? That’s where the bridge la.
That other cross is the camp.'*
She pointed away southwards.
‘Thats the fine,’ she continued.
‘Laura, where’s the professor?”
‘T don’t know/' Laura replied ‘He
rode off some time ago; and he was go
ing to meet Mr. Quest.'*
"If only he were here!” Lenora mut
tered. "I feel sure Craig means to
escape. There he goes,”
They saw him ride off Into the dark
ness. Lenora ran to where her horse
was tethered.
“I’m going after him/’ she an
nounced. “Listen, Laura. If they ar
rive soon, send them after me.”
She galloped off while Laura was
still undecided. Almost at that mo
ment she heard from behind the wel
come sound of horses’ feet in the oppo
site direction and Quest galloped up.
Laura laid her hand upon his rein.
“Don’t get off,*’ Laura continued
quickly. “Craig has escaped, riding
towards the Mexican frontier. Lenora
is following him. Hes gone in that
direction.” she added pointing. “When
you come to the river you'll have to
hunt for the bridge.'
Quest frowned as he gathered up
his reins.
“I was afraid they’d try something
of the sort," he muttered “Tell the
others where I’ve gone, Laura.'
He galloped pff into the darkness.
Behind, there were some growls from
the little group of cowboys, none of
whom, however, attempted to inter
fere with him. Long Jim stood up
and gazed sullenly southwards.
“Cookie’ll make the bridge all right/’
he remarked. “If the girl catches him,
she can’t do anything. And that guy’ll
never make it. Whoop! Here comes
the rest of them.”
The inspector, with the two depu
ties, rode suddenly into the camp. The
inspector paused to speak to Laura.
Long Jim’s eyes sparkled as he saw
them approach.
“It’s old Harris and fat Andy,' he
whispered. “We’ll have some fun with
The older of the two deputies ap
proached them, frowning.
“Been at your games again, Long
Jim?” he began. “I fiear you declined
to hand over a criminal who'd been
sheltering on your ranch? You’ll get
into trouble before you’ve finished.”
“Got the asked.
The deputy produced it. Long Jim
looked at it curiously and handed it
“Guess the only thing you want,
then, is the man.”
“Better produce him quickly,” the
deputy advised. 4
Jim turned away.
“Can’t do it. He’s beat it.”
“You mean that you’ve let him go?”
“Let him go?” Jim repeated. “I
ain’t got no right to keep him. He
took the job on a moment’s notice and
he left at a moment’s notice. There’s
some of youp' party after him, all
The hunted man turned round with
a little gasp. Before him was the
rude mountain bridge, and on the
other side —freedom. Scarcely a doz
en lengths away was Lenora, and
close behind her came Quest He
slackened speed as he walked his
horse cautiously on to the planked
bridge Suddenly he gave a little cry.
The frail structure, unexpectedly in
secure, seemed to sway beneath his
weight. Lenora, who was riding fast,
was unable to stop herself. She came
on to the bridge at a half canter.
Craig, who nad reached the other
side in safety, threw up his hands
“Look out: ’he cried “My God!”
The bridge suddenly collapsed as
though it had been made of paper.
Lenora, grasping her horse, was
thrown into the stream Quest, gal
loping up, was only able to check him-
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After the Wreck Another Warning.
self just in time. He flung himself
from his horse and plunged into the
stream. It was several moments be
fore he was able to reach Lenora.
From the opposite bank Craig watched
them, glancing once or twice at the
bridge. One of the wooden pillars
had been sawn completely through.
“Are you hurt, dear?” Quest gasped,
as he drew Lenora to the bank.
She shook her head.
“Just my side. Did Craig get
Quest looked gloomily across th
‘Craig’s in Mexico, right enough,”
he answered savagely, "but I'm be
ginning to feel that I could fetch him
back oat of hell!”
else was on the way home—Provi
dence Journal.
Knew Her Name.
I had occasion to pass a little boy
a good many times one afternoon. He
was sitting on the steps and although
we were strangers each time I passed
he greeted with me with. “Hello,” and
I responded likewise. Finally the last
time I passed by he said: "I know
what your name Is.” and upon in
quiring what, he said: “Mrs. Going
Back and Forth.”—Exchange.
better than cur* Tott’s Pm*taken to ttaM
arc nat only a reared? for. bat will prevent
biliousness, constipation and kindred disease*.
Tull’s Pills
if Chill tonic
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W. N. U., Birmingham. No. 34-1915.
A well-known essayist and connois
seur of New York attended recently
an artistic tea in Washington square.
Near-artists of all sorts —near-poets,
near-sculptors, near-painters and near
novelists —attended the tea. The ladies
wore djibbahs of green burlap. The
gentlemen wore sandals. The collation
was vegetarian, of course. 0
Looking calmly at that mass of
freaks, he said, with a smile:
"Artistic longings consist invariably,
It seems, of long hair, long teeth and
long faces —everything but long
purses, in fact.”
in referenceto Elixir Kabck the great rmmmdy
for chills and fevsr and all malarial diseases.
“Within the last five months I have sold 3.W0
bottlesof Elixir JUabek, for Malaria, Chlllsand
Fever. Our customers speak very well of It,
Henrv Evans. 922 FSt., N. W., Washington, D.C.”
Elixir Babek 60 cents all druggist*., or by
Parcels Post, prepaid, from Eiooxewski A Cos.,
Washington, D. C.
Officer, Where Are You
“Has the backward seas;
the cotton crop?” we asked tWU
ern planter.
“It has,” he replied /hut. IBM
we will be able to bale it WH*
Office Chatter.
"How do you like your job?” asked
the inkwell.
“It’s dirty work.” replied the new
blotter. “Still it’s rather absorbing,”
Tired of Him.
He—l always pay as I go.
She (yawning) —I don’t think you II
ever become bankrupt. —Judge.
When a millionaire dies It generally
develops that he was worth about
SIOO,OOO and that he had been paying
taxes on a valuation of $20,000.
It is calculated that 19,000,000 tons
of carbon, most of it in the form of
coal, is the average yearly amount
burned in large cities.
The National library’ in Paris con
tains the oldest map of the heavens,
made in China 600 B. C. and showing
1,460 stars.
A catalogue of the fishes of Maine
shows that the state has 140 species,
but only 25 are fit to eat. and only 17
are of commercial value.
Women disagree with each other
many times about trivial things, but
when they have a real row it is over
a man.
To be continually well,
calls for food that contains
elements that surely build
up the whole system —
body, nerves and brain,
—made from whole wheat
and malted barley—con
tains the full nutriment of
the grain, including the
mineral salts, so essential
. to balanced re-building.
Grape-Nuts, partially
predigested, agrees splend
idly with child or adult.
Requires little work from
the digestive organs and is
quickly absorbed by the
system, generally in about
one hour.
Thousands have found
a helping hand in Grape-
Nuts food —
“There's a Reason"
Sold by Grocers.

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