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I l|jl Samuel lllpHqpkms (3F\e MAN WHO SPOKE LAUN Mementoes of Average Jones' ex ploits in his chosen field hang on the walls of his quiet sanctum. But no where does the observer find any rec ord of one of the Ad-Visor’s most curi ous cases, running back two thousand years; for its owner keeps it in his desk drawer, whence the present chronicler exhumed it, by accident, one day. Average Jones has always insist ed that he scored a failure on this, be cause, through no possible fault of his own, he was unable to restore a docu ment of the highest historical and lit erary importance. Of that let the im partial reader Judge. It was while Average Jones was awaiting the break of that deadlock of events which, starting from the flat dweller with the poisoned face, finally worked out the strange fate of Telfik Bey, that he sat one morning, break fasting late. Contrary to his impec cant habit. Average Jones bore the somewhat frazzled aspect of a man who had been up all night. Further indication of this inhered in the wide yawn, of which he was in mid-enjoy ment, when a hand on his shoulder cut short his ecstasy. “Sorry to interrupt so valuable an exercise.” said a languid voice. “But —” and the voice stopped. “Hello, Bert.” returned the Ad-Visor, looking up at the faultlessly clad slen derness of his occasional coadjutor, Robert Bertram. “Sit down and keep mo awake till the human snail who’s hypothetically ministering to my wants can get me some coffee. You said ‘but’ and nothing further. The con junction ‘but,’ in polite grammar, or dinarily has a cometlike tail to it.” “Apropos of polite grammar, do you speak Latin?” asked Bertram care lessly. "Not enough to be gossipy in it.” “Then you wouldn’t care to give a Job to a man who can’t speak anything else?” “So that’s the other end of the ‘but,’ is it?” said Average Jones. “Go on. Elaborate.” Bertram laid before his friend a printed clipping in clear, large type, saying; “When I read this, I couldn’t resist the notion that somehow or other it was in your line; pursuit of the adventure of life, and all that. Let’s see what you make of it.” Average Jones straightened in his chair. “Latin!” he said. “And an ad, by the look of it. Can our blind friend, J. Alden Honeywell, have taken to the public prints?” “Hardly. I think. This Is from the Classical Weekly, a Baltimore publica tion of small and select patronage.” “Hm. Looks ra-a-a-ather alluring,” commented Average Jones with a pro longed drawl. He bent over the clipping, studying these words: L. Livius M. F. Praenestinus, quod libet in negotium non inhonestum qui victum meream locare vellm. Littera tus sum; scriptum facere bene scio. Stipendia multa emeritus, scientiarum belli, praesertim muniendi, sum peri tus. Hac de re pro me spondebit M. Agrippa. Latine tantum scio. Si quis me velit convenire, quovis die mane adesto in pubiicis hortis urbis Baltimorianae ad signum apri. “Can you make it out?” asked Ber tram. “Hm-m-m. Well —the general sense. Livius seems to yearn in modern print for any honest employment, but especially scrapping of the ancient variety or secretarying. Anybody who wants him can find him in the Park of the Wild Boar in Baltimore. That’s about what I make of it. Now, what’s his little lay, I wonder.” “My Informant tells me that Mr. Livius, who seems to have been an all round sort of person, helped organize fire brigades for Crassus, and was one of the circle of minor poets who wrote rhapsodies to the fair but frail Clo dia’s eyebrows, earlobes and insteps.” “Your informant? The man’s actu ally been seen, then?” “Oh, yes. He’s on view as per ad vertisement, I understand.” Average Jones rose and stretched his well-knit frame. “Baltimore will b© hotter than the Place-as-Isn’t,” he said plaintively. Barye's splendid bronze boar crouches, semi-shaded, in the center of Monument park, Baltimore's social hilltop. There Average Jones lounged and strolled through the longest hour of a glaring July morning. People came and went. One individual only maintained any permanency of situa tion. He was a gaunt, powerful, freckled man of thirty who sprawled on a settee and regarded Average Jones with obvious and amused inter est. In time this annoyed the Ad visor, who stopped short, facing the settee. ‘‘He’s gone,” said the freckled man. “Meaning Livius the Roman?” asked Average Jones. - “Exactly. Lucius Livius, son of Marcus Praenestinus.” “Are you the representative of this rather peculiar person, may I ask?” “No, I’m not Mr. Livius’ representa tive. I’m in and of the department of Latin of Johns Hopkins university. Name, Warren. Sit down.” “Thanks,” said the other. “Name, Jones. Profession, advertising advisor. Object, curiosity.” “A. V. R. E. Jones; better known as Average Jones, I believe?” “Expert© crede! Being dog-Latin for ‘You seem to know all about ft."* The newcomer eyed his vis-a-vis. “Perhaps you—er —know Mr. Robert Bertram,” he drawled. “Ocuius —the eye—tauri—of the bull. Bull’s eye!” said the freckled one, with a grin. “I’d heard of your exploits through Bertram, and thought prob ably you’d follow the bait contained in my letter to him.” “Now that I’m here, where is L. Livius And-so-forth ?” “Elegantly but uncomfortably housed w r ith Col. Ridgway Graeme in his an cestral barrack on Carteret street.” “Is this Colonel Graeme a friend of yours ?” “Friend and foe, tried and true. We meet twice a week, usually at his house, to squabble over his method of Latin pronunciation and his construc tion of the ablative absolute,” said Warren with a scowl, “fit to fetch Tac itus howling from the shades.” “A scholar, then?” “Avery fine and finished scholar, though a faddist of the rankest type. Speaks Latin as readily as be does English.” “Any family?” “No. Lives with two ancient col ored servants who look after him.” "How did our friend from B. C. connect up with him?” “Oh, he ran to the old colonel like a chick to its hen. You see, there aren’t so very many Latinists in town during the hot weather. Perhaps eighteen or twenty in all came from about here and from Washington to see the prodigy in ‘the Park of the Boar,’ after the advertisement appear ed. He wouldn’t have anything to do with any of us. Then came the colonel and fairly grabbed him. So I sent for you—in my artless professional way.” “Why such enthusiasm on the part of Colonel Graeme?” “Simple enough. Livius spoke Latin with an accent which bore out the old boy’s contention, I believe they also agreed on the ablative absolute.” “Yes —er —naturally,” drawled Aver age Jones. “Does our early Roman speak pretty ready Latin?” “He’s fairly fluent. Sometimes he stumbles a little on his constructions, and he’s apt to be —well —monkish — rather than classical, w r hen in full course.” “Doesn’t wear the toga virilis, I sup pose.” “Oh, no. Plain American clothes. It’s only his inner man that’s Roman, of course. He met with a bump on the head —this is his story, and he’s got the scar to show for it —and when he came to, he'd lost ground a couple of thousand years and returned to his former existence.” “Now as to Colonel Graeme; has he ever published?” “Yes. Two small pamphlets. Issued by the Classicist Press, which pub lishes the Classical Weekly.” “Supporting his fads, I suppose.” “Right. He devoted one pamphlet to each.” "See here, Professor Warren: I’m a passionate devotee of the Latin tongue. I have my deep and dark sus picions of our present modes of pro nunciation, all three of ’em. As for the ablative absolute, its reconstruc tion and regeneration have been the inspiring principle of my studious man hood. Humbly I have sat at the feet of Learning, enshrined in the Ridgway Graeme pamphlets. I must meet Colonel Graeme —after reading the pamphlets. I hope they’re not long.” Warren frowned. “Colonel Graeme is a gentleman and my friend, Mr. Jones,” he said with emphasis. “I w’on't have him made a butt.” “He shan’t be, by me,” said Average Jones quietly. "Has it perhaps struck you, as his friend, that —er —a close daily association with the psychic rem nant of a Roman citizen might conceiv ably be nonconducive to his best in terest?” “Yes. it has. I see your point. You want to approach him on his weak side. But, have you Latin enough to sustain the part?” “No, I haven’t,” admitted Average Jones. “Therefore, I’m a mute. A shock in early childhood paralyzed my centers of speech. I talk to you by sign language, and you interpret.” At the Graeme bouse Average Jones w r as received with simple courtesy by a thin, rosy-cheeked old gentleman with a daggerlike imperial and a dreamy eye, who, on Warren’s intro duction, made him free of the unkempt old place’s hospitality. Colonel Graeme led the way to a lofty wing, once used as a drawing room, but now the repository for thou sands of books, which not only filled the shelves but were heaped up in every corner. "I must apologize for this confusion, sir,” said the host. "No one is per mitted to arrange my books but my self. And my efforts, I fear, serve only to make confusion more confounded. There are four other rooms even more chaotic than this.” At the sound of his voice a man who had been seated behind a tumulus of volumes rose and stood. Average Jones looked at him keenly. He was perhaps forty-five years of age, thin and sinewy, with a close-shaven face, pale blue eyes, and a narrow forehead running high into a mop of grizzled locks. Diagonally across the front part of his scalp a scar could be dimly per ceived through the hair. * Colonel Graeme presented the new comer in formal Latin. He bowed. The scarred man made a curious ges ture of the hand, addressing Average Jones in an accent which, even to the young man’s long-unaccustomed ears, sounded strange and strained. “Di illi linguam astrinxere; mutus est,” said Colonel Graeme, Indipating the young man, and added a sentence in sonorous metrical Greek. By way of allaying suspicion, Ayer age Jones scribbled upon a sheet of pa per a few complimentary Latin sen tences, in which Warren had sedu lously coached him for the occasion, and withdrew to the front room, where he was presently Joined by the Johns Hopkins man. Fortunately, the colonel gave them a few moments together. “Arrange for me to come here daily to study in the library,” whispered Jones to the Latin professor. The other nodded. “Now, ait tight,” added Jones. He stepped, soft-footed, on the thick old rug. across to the library door and threw it open. Just inside stood Livius, an expression of startled anger on his thin face. Quickly recovering himself, he explained, in his ready Latin, that he was about to enter and speak to his patron, “Shows a remarkable interest in pos sible conversation,” whispered Jones, on his withdrawal, “for a man who understands no English. Also does me the honor to suspect me. He must have been a wily chap—in the consul ship of Plancus.” Many hours has Average Jones spent more tediously than those passed in the cool seclusion of Col. Ridgway Graeme’s treasure-house of print. He burrowed among quaint accumulations of forgotten classics and all the time he was conscious that the Roman watched, watched. At the end of four days. Average Jones had satisfied him self that if Livius were seeking any thing in particular, he had an indefi nite task before him, for the colonel’s bound treasures were in Indescribable confusion. Often Colonel Graeme spent hours in one or the other of the huge book rooms talking with his strange protege and making copious notes. Usually the old gentleman questioned and the other answered. But one morning tbs attitude seemed, to the listening Ad- Visor, to be reversed. Livius, in the far corner of the room, was speaking in a low tone. To Judge from the other man’s impatient manner, the Roman was interrupting his host’s current of queries with interrogations of his own. Average Jones made a mental note, and. In conference with Warren-that evening, asked him to ascertain from Colonel Graeme whether Livius’ in quiries had indicated a specific inter est in any particular line of reading. The following day Jones went to look up his aide. “Did you find out from. Colonel Graeme,” inquired Average Jones, “Is Mr, Fichtel Here?" “That's Me,” Said Bertram, ♦ “whether Lffius affected any particu lar brand of literature?” “Yes. He seems to be specializing on late seventeenth century British classicism.” * “Late seventeenth century Latinity.” commented Average Jones. “That —er —gives us a fair start. Now as to the body servant.” “Old Saul? I questioned him about strange callers. He said he remem bered only two. besides an occasional peddler or agent. They were looking for work.” “What kind of work?” “Inside the house. One wanted to catalogue the library.” “What did he look like?” “Saul says he wore glasses and a worse tall hat than the colonel’s and had a full beard.” “And the other?” "Bookbinder and repairer. Wanted to fix up Colonel Graeme's collection. Youngish, smartly dressed, with a small waxed mustache.” “And our Livius is clean-shaven.” murmured Average Jones. “How long apart did they call?” “About two weeks. But when are we going to spring upon friend Livius and strip him of his counterfeit toga?” “That’s the easiest part of it. I’ve already caught him filling a fountain pen as if he’d been brought up on them, and humming the spinning chorus from ‘The Flying Dutchman;' not to mention the lifting of my news paper.” "Nemo mortalium omnibus horis sapit,” murmured Warren. “No As you say, no fellow can be on the }t>b all the time. But our prob lem is not to catch Livius, but to find out what It is he’s been after for the last three months.” “Three months? You’re assuming that it was he who applied for work in the library.” “Certainly. And when he failed at that he set about a very carefully de veloped scheme to get at Colonel Graeme’s books anyway. By inquiries he found out the old gentleman’s fad and proceeded to get in training for it. You don’t know, perhaps, that I have a corps of assistants who clip, cata logue and file all unusual advertise ments. Here is one which they turned up for me on my order to send me any queer educational advertisements: ‘Wanted —Daily lessons in Latin speech from competent Spanish scholar. Write, Box 347, Banner office.’ That Is from the New York Banner of April 3, shortly after the strange call er’s second abortive attempt to get Into the Graeme library ” , “I suppose our Livius figured out that Colonel Graeme’s theory of accent was about what a Spaniard would have. But he couldn’t have learned all his Latin in four months.” “He didn’t. He was a scholar al ready; an accomplished one, who went wrong through drink and became a crook, specialising in rare books and THE SEA COAST ECHO, BAY ST. LOOTS, MISSISSIPPI prints. His name is Enderby; you'll find It in the Harvard catalogue. He’s supposed to be dead. My assistant traced him through his Spanish-Latin teacher, a priest.” “But even allowing for his scholar ship, he must have put in a deal of work perfecting himself in readiness of speech and accent." “So he did. Therefore the prize must be big. Ik> you belong to the Cosmic club?’’ The assistant professor stared. “No,” he said. “I’d like to put up there. One ad vantage of membership is that Its ros ter includes experts in every known line of erudition, from scarabs to ski ing. For example, lam now going to telegraph for aid from old Mil lington. who seldom misses a book auction and is a human bibliog raphy of the wanderings of all rare volumes. I’m going to find out from him what Bimish publication of the late seventeenth century in Latin is very valuable; also what volumes of that time have changed hands in the last.six months." t “Colonel Graeme want to a big book auction In New York early in March.” volunteered Warren, “but he told me he didn’t pick up anything of particu lar value.” “Then it’s something he doesn’t know about and Llvlus does. I’m go ing to take advantage of our Roman's rather un-8.-C.-like habit of reading the dally papers by trying him out with this advertisement.” Average Jones wrote rapidly and tossed the result to his •coadjutor who read: lost—6ld book printed in lat- In, buff leather binding, a little faded (“It’s safe to be that,” explained Average Jones). No great value except to owner. Return to Colonel Rldgway Graeme, II Carteret Street, and receive reward. The advertisement made its appear ance in big type on the front pages of the Baltimore paper of the following day. That evening Average Jones met Warren, for dinner, with a puckered brow. “Did Livius rise to the bait?” asked the scholar. “Did he!” chuckled Average Jones. “He’s been nervous as a cat all day and hardly has looked at the library. But what puzzles me is this.”- He ex hibited a telegram from New York: Millington says positively no book of that time and description any great value. Enderby at Barclay auction in March and made row over some book which he missed because it was put up out of turn in catalogue. Barclay’s auc tioneer thinks it was one of Perclval pri vately bound books 1680-1703. An anony mous book of Perclval library, De Mer itis Librorum Britannorum, was sold to Colonel Graeme for |47. a good price. When do I get in on this? (Signed) ROBERT BERTRAM. “I know that treatise,” said Warren. “It isn’t particularly rare.” Average Jones stared at the tele gram in silence. Finally he drawled: “There are—er —books and —er —books —and —er —things in books. Wait here for me.” Three hours later he reappeared with collar wilted, but spirits elate, and abruptly announced: “Warren, I’m a cobbler.” “A what?” “A cobbler. Mend your boots, you know.” "Are you in earnest?” "Certainly. Haven’t you ever re marked that a serious-minded earnest ness always goes with cobbling? Though I’m not really a practical cob bler. but a proprietary one. Our friend, Bertram, will dress and act the prac tical part. I’ve wired him and he’s re plied. collect, accepting the job. You and I will be in the background.” “Where ?” "No. 27 Jasmine street. Not a very savory locality. There I've hired the shop and stock of Mr, Hans Fichtel for two days, at the handsome rental of ten dollars per day. Mr. Fichtel pur poses to take a keg of beer a-fishing. I think two days will be enough.” “For the keg?” “For that noble Roman, Livius. He’ll be reading the papers pretty keenly now. And in tomorrow’s, he’ll find this advertisement.” Average Jones read from a sheet of paper which he took from his pocket; FOUND-OLD BOOK IN FOREIGN language, probably Latin, marked "Per cival.” Owner may recover by giving sat isfactory description of peculiar and ob scure feature and refunding for adver tisement.—Fichtel, 27 Jasmine Street "What is the peculiar and obscure feature, Jones?” ask.ed Warren. ‘T don’t know.” “How do you know there is any?” "Must be something peculiar about the book or Enderby wouldn’t put in four months of work on the chance of stealing it. And it must be obscure, otherwise 4fte auctioneer would have spotted It.” Bertram arrived by the first morn ing train. He protested mightily when he was led to the humble shoe shop. He protested more mightily when in- vited to don a,, leather apron and smudge his face appropriately to his trade. Average Jones explained to him that on pretense of having found a rare book, he was to worm out of a cautious and probably suspicious crim inal the nature of some unique and hidden feature of the volume. “Trust roe for diplomacy,” said Bertram airily. ‘T will because I’ve got to,” retort ed Average Jones. “Well, get to work. To you the outer shop; to Warren and me this rear room. And, remember, if you hear me whetting a knife, that meatus come at once.” Uncomfortably twisted into a sup posedly professional posture. Bertram wrought with hammer and last. The bell tinkled and the two watchers in the back room heard a nervous, culti vated voice say: "Is Mr. Flchtel here?” “That’s me,” said Bertram, landing an agonizing blow on his thumb nail. “You advertised that you had found an old book.” “Yes, sir. Somebody left it in the post office.” “Ah; that must have been when 1 went to mall some letters to New York,” said the other glibly. “From the advertised description, the book is without doubt mine. Now as to the reward —” “Excuse me, but you .wouldn’t expect me to give it up without any identifi cation, sir?” "Certainly not. It was the De Merl tis Llbror—” “I can’t read Latin, sir.” “But you could make that much out,” said the visitor with rising exas peration. “Come; If it’s a matter of the reward —how much?” “I wouldn’t mind having a good re ward; say ten dollars. But I want to be sure it’s your book. There’s some thing about it you could easily tell me sir, for anyone could see it.” “Avery observing shoemaker,” com mented the other with a slight sneer. “You mean the —the half split cover?” “Whish —swish; whish-swish,” sound ed from the rear room. “Excuse me,” said Bertram, who had not ceased from his pretended work. “I have to get a piece of leather.” He stepped into the back room where Average Jones, his face alight held up a piece of paper upon which he had hurriedly scrawled: ”Mss. bound into cover. Get it out of him. Tell him you’ve a brother who is a Latin scholar.” Bertram nodded, caught up a strip of calfskin and returned. “Yes, sir,” he said, “the split cover and what’s inside?” The other started. “You didn’t get it out?” he cried. “You didn’t tear it!” “No, sir. It’s there safe enough. But some of it can be made out.” “You said you didn’t read Latin.” “No, sir; but I have a brother that went through the academy. He reads a little.” This was thin ice. but Bert ram went forward with assumed assur ance. “He thinks the manuscript Is quite rare. Oh, Fritz! Come in,” “Any letter of Bacon’s is rare, of course,” returned the other impatient ly. “Therefore, I purpose offering you fifty dollars reward.” He looked up as Average Jones en tered. The young man’s sleeves were rolled up, his face was generously smudged, and a strip of cobbler’s wax beneath the upper lip, puffed and dis torted the firm line of his mouth. “Lord Bacon’s letter —er —must be pretty rare, mister,” he drawded thick ly. “But a letter —er —from Lord Ba con —er about Shakespeare that ought to be worth a lot of money.” The visitor drew back. Warren’s gaunt frame appeared in the doorw r ay. Jones’ head lifted. “It ought to be as —er —unique,” he drawled, “as an —er —ancient Roman speaking perfect English.” Like a flash, the false Livius caught up the knife from the bench where the false cobbler had dropped it and swung toward Average Jones. At the same moment the ample hand of Professor Warren, bunched into a highly compe tent fist, flicked across and caught the [ FROM FAR AND NEAR | British control of Hongkong is re sulting in the elimination of many large German business houses which have had their headquarters for China trade in their colony there. A fixed time, allowed at the beginning of hos tilities for these concerns to liquidate all business, will soon expire, leaving Teutonic commercial power but a memory in the hinterland of this great Chinese port. Orders for the supply of 50,000 sheepskin coats tor winter clothing for the British army have been placed in New Zealand-through the New Zea land government. 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The German meteorological obser vatory in Spitsbergen, according to a news dispatch from Trondhjem, Nor way, has been plundered and partly destroyed by British marines, and its German staff has been taken prisoner. This observatory was founded by Prof. H. Hergesell, president of the interna tional commission on scientific aero nauts, chiefly for the purpose of mak ing observations of the upper air with kites and balloons, and has made im-^ ars&llant under &e ear. temieru.r. a.Ym- Livius. fell as if smitten by a ccstus As his arm touched the floor. Average Jones kicked unerringly at the wrist and the knife flew and tinkled in a far corner. Bertram, with a bound, landed on the fallen man’s chest and pinned him. “Did he get you. Average?” he cried. “Not — er— ■this time. Pretty j?ood — er—team work,” drawled the Au-Vtsor. “We’ve got our man for felonious as sault, at least.” * Enderby, panting under Bertram’s solid knee, blinked and struggled. “No use. Livius.” said Average Jones. “Might as well quiet down and confess. Ease up a little on Bert. Take a look at that scar or his first though.” “Superficial cut treated with make up paint; a clever job.” pronounced Bertram after a quick examination. “As I supposed.” said Average Jones. “Let me in on the deal," pleaded Livius. “That letter is worth ten thousand, |welve thousand, fifteen thousand dollars —anything you want to ask. if you find the right purchaser. And you can’t manage it without me. Let me in.” “Thinks we're crooks, too?” re marked Average Jones. “Exactly what’s in this wonderful letter?” “It’s from Bacon to the author of the book, who wrote about 1610. Bacon prophesies that Shakespeare, ‘this vagabond and humble mummer,’ would outshine and outlive in fame all the genius of his time. That’s all I could make out by loosening the stitches.” “Well, that is worth anything one could demand,” said Warren in a some what awed tone. “Why didn’t you get the letter when you were examining it at the auction room?” inquired Average Jones. “Some fool of a binder had over looked the double cover, and sewed it in. I noticed it at the auction, gummed the opening together while no one was watching, and had gone to get cash to buy the book; but the auctioneer put it up out of turn and old Graeme got it. Bring it to me and I’ll show you the ‘pursed’ cover. Many of the Perci val books were bound that way.” “We’ve never had it, nor seen it ” re plied Average Jones. “The advertise ment was only a trap into which you stepped.” Enderby's jaw dropped. “Then it’s still at the Graeme house,” he cried, beating on the floor with his free hand “Take me back there!” “Oh. we’ll take you,” said Warren grimly. “Close-packed among them in a cab. they drove him back to Carteret street. Col. Ridgway Graeme was at home and greeted them courteously. “You’ve found Livius,” he said, with relief. “I had begun to fear for him.” “Colonel Graeme.” began Average Jones, “you have —” ‘What! Speech!” cried the old gen tleman. “And you a mute! What does this mean?” “Never mind him,” broke in Ender by Livius. “There’s something more important.” But the colonel had shrunk back. “English from you, Livius!” he cried, setting his hand to his brow. “All will be explained in time, colo nel,” Warren assured him, “Mean while, you have a document of the ut most importance and value. Do you remember buying one of the Percival volumes at the Barclay auction?” The collector drew his brows down in an effort to remember. “An octavo, in fairly good condi tion?” he asked. “Yes, yes!” cried Enderby eagerly. “Where is it? What did you do with it?” “It was in Latin —very false Latin." The four men leaned forward, breath less. “Oh, I remember. It slipped from my pocket and fell into the river as I was crossing the ferry to Jersey.” There was a dead, flat, stricken si lence. Then Average Jones turned hollow eyes upon Warren. “Professor,” he said, with a rueful attempt at a smile, “what’s the past participle, passive, plural, of the Latin verb, ‘to sting?’” (Copyright. The Bobbs-Merrill Company.) portant contributions to arctic aerol ogy. Some valuable work has also been done here in measuring the height of the aurora by photographic methods, Sudan grass seed is in great demand in Kansas, where it sells for $1 a pound. This variety of grass is new, and so far, has yielded splendid profits to the grower. This grass is planted in rows, and cultivated two or three times in one season. The reason for the popularity of Sudan grass is that it grow's readily even in the driest season. This grass was imported from Africa, and in this country was first grown in Texas as an experiment in 1909. 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Everything he says reflects I on someone.” ; ELIXIR BABER WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD IN THE PHILIPPINES. “T contracted malaria in IbW, and after a year’s fruitless treatment by a prominent Washington physician, your Elixir Itabek I entirely cured me. On arriving ln-re I came down with tropical malaria—the worst form • —and sen* home for Ilabck. Again it ; proved its vain —lt is worth Us weight in gold here ’’ Brasl O’Hagan, Troop E, Btli L'- S. Cavalry. Lai ay an, Philippines. IClixir Babrki 50 cents, till druggists or by ; Parcels Post, prepaid, from Rioczews>ki <& Cos., Washington, D. C The Resemblance. “The baby is wonderfully like its mother, Mr. Meeker." "‘Yes. they both have such a'com manding air about them that I don’t dare refuse them anything." CUTICURA COMFORTS BABY j Suffering From itching. Burning Rashes, Eczema, etc. Trial Free. Give baby a bath with hot water and Cuticura Soap, using plenty of Soap. Dry lightly and apply Cuticura Oint ment gently to all affected parts. In stant relief follows and baby falls into a refreshing sleep, the first perhaps in weeks. Nothing more effective.. Free sample each by mall with Bodk. Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. IL, Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv. I I More Idle Curiosity. ** ‘Tve been told that Professor Diggs knows more about the American In dian that any other man in this part of the country.” "Yes. He’s quite a famous ethnolo gist.” “Maybe he can clear up a certain matter tor me.” “What is it?” “I’d like to know whether in his opinion those Apache scouts who went after Villa wearing wrist watches can I stand as many hardships as their rug ged forbears.” Return to Flint and Steel. On account of the steady increase in the price of matches, flint rocks and steel are being sold In large quantities at Soochow, in the Shanghai consular district, according to Consul General Sammons. A large number of shops are now selling these substitutes for matches, and many peddlers are also making a living disposing of these ar ticles in and about the district. This business has been so successful that some of the Chinese retail dealers be lieve that In due course, flint and steel may ultimately supersede match es, particularly so long as most of the products of this kind are imported from abroad. The imports of matches into China decreased from $4,700,000 in 1913 to $3,300,000 in 1914, Japan furnishing approximately 75 per cent of this supply. GLASS OF WATER Upset Her. People who don’t know about food should never be allowed to feed per sons with weak stomachs. Sometime ago a young woman who lives in Me. had an attack of scarlet fever, and when convalescing was per mitted to eat anything she wanted. Indiscriminate feeding soon put her back In bed with severe stomach and kidney trouble. “There I stayed,” she says, “three months, with my stomach in such con dition that I could take only a few tea spoonfuls of milk or beef juice at a time. Finally Grape-Nuts was brought to my attention and I asked my doc tor if I might eat it. He said, yes,’ and I commenced at once. “The food did me good from the start and I was soon out of bed and re covered from the stomach trouble. I have gained ten pounds and am able to do all household duties, some days sitting down only long enough to eat my meals. I can eat anything that one ought to eat, but I still continue to eat Grape-Nuts at breakfast and supper and like it better every day. “Considering that I could stand only a short time, and that a glass of water seemed ‘so heavy,’ I am fully satisfied that Grape-Nuts has been everything to me and that my return to health is due to It “I have told several friends having nervous or stomach trouble what Grape-Nutv did for me and in every case they speak highly of the food.’ “There’s a Reason." Name given by Postum Cos.. Battle Creek, Mich. Ever read tie abeve letter? A ew one appear* from time to time. They are peoolne, trae, and fall af knmarr Interest.