The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, January 1, 1915 Page: 2 of 12

The Adventures of
Kathlyn
By
HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated by Plctur« from the Movlnl Picture
Production of the Sellg Polyscope Co.
8YN0P8I3.
Kathlyn Hare, believing her father, Col.
Hare. In pwrll, Iihh lummoried her, loaves
her home In California to go to him In
Allah*. India, tlmballa. pretender to the
throne of that principality, has Imprisoned
the colonel, named by the late klnx ah his
heir. Upon her arrival In Allaha, Kathlyn
is Informed by Umballa that, her father
being dead, she Is to be queen and must
marry him forthwith. Because of her re-
fusal shti is sentenced to undergo two or-
deals with wild beasts. John Bruce, an
American, saves her life. Th * elephant
which carries her from the scene of her
trials runs away, separating her from
the lost of the party. After ft ride filled
with peril Kathlyn takes refuge In a
ruined temple but her haven Is also the
nbodo of a lion and she Is forced to flee
from It. She flnds a retreat In the Jungls,
only to fall Into the hands of slave trad-
ers, who bring her to Allaha to the
publo mart. She la sold to Umballa.
who, finding her still unsubmissive,
throws h« r into the dungeon with her
father. Bruce and his friends effect the
release of Kathlyn and the colonel, and
the fugitives are given shelter In the pal-
ace of Bala Khan Supplied with camels
and servants by that hospitable prince,
the party endeavors to reach the coast,
but Is overpowered by a band of bri-
gands. and the encounter results In the
colonel being delivered to Umballa. Kath-
lyn and Bruce escape from their captorj
and return to Allaha, where Kathlyn
learns that her father, while nominally
king. Is In reality a prisoner. KathYyn
rescues him and once more they steal
away from Allaha. but return when they
learn that Winnie. Kathlyn's young sis-
ter. baa come to India. Umballa makes
her a prisoner Sh > la crowned queen of
Allaha. Kathlyn. In disguise, gains ad-
mission to Winnie's room, but Is discov-
ered by Umballa. who orders that sho be
offered as a sacrifice to the god Jugger-
naut. She Is rescued by the colonel and
^'.-4 friends.
CHAPTER XVIII.
(Copyright by llurold Mac Li rati*)
overshadow forethought and to be
called to account for it! He was dis-
graced.
"Never mind, Ahmed," bald Kathlyn
kindly. "What is done is done. We
must find safety. We shall have to
hide In the Jungle tonight. And there
is my sister. You should have thought.
Ahmed."
"Umballa will not harm a hair of
her head," replied Ahmed, lifting hlB
head.
"Your work has filled his heart with
venom," declared Bruce hotly.
"And my words, sahib, have filled
his veins with water," replied Ahmed,
now smiling.
"What do you mean?" demanded the
colonel.
"Ask Ramabat. Perhaps he will tell
! dlers with purses filled with promises j "Why doesn't my brain snap?" she
1 are not over-eager to face skilled j queried Inwardly "Why doesn't the
j marksmen. The colonel and his fol- thread break? Why can't I cry and
I lowers, not being aware of thU inde- laugh and grow hysterical like other
cision, proposed camping in the first women?"
spot which afforded protection from j "i Bhall take charge of everything,"
the chill of night, not daring to make i continued Itamabai. "Your tribulations
for the bungalow, certain that It was affect my own honor. None of you
being watched. In this they were wise, j muBt be seen, however; not even you,
for a cordon of soldiers (with some- Ahmed. I shall keep you informed,
thing besides promises In their purses) j Ahmed will Instruct the keepers to
surrounded the camp on tho chance obey me. No harm will come to them,
that Its owner might hazard a return. ; *|nce no one can identify them as hav-
"Now, Itamabai, what Is your plan?" ! tng been Umballa's assailants. My
asked the colonel, as he wrapped Kath- j wife will not be molested tn anj way
lyn In the howdah blanket. "We are tor remaining at tlfe bungalow.'
to pose as animal trainers. Good
In the Arena.
While Bruct; and two of his men
carried Kathlyn out of harm's way to
the shelter of the underbrush, where
he liberated her, Ahmed drove Umbal-
la and his panic-stricken soldiers over
the brow of the hill. Umballa could
be distinguished by his robes and tur-
ban. but In the moonlight Ahmed and
hla followers were all of a color, like
cats In the dark. With mad Joy In his
heart Ahmed could not resist propel-
ling the furious regent down hill. UBlng
the butt of his rilie and pretending he
<lld not know who It was ho was theat-
lng with these Indignities. And Um-
balla could not tell who his assailant
was because he was given no oppor-
tunity to turn.
"Soor!" Ahmed shouted. "Swine!
Take that, and that, and that!"
Stumbling on, Umballa cried out
In pain; but he did not ask for mercy.
"Soor! Tell your maBter, Durga
nam, how bites this gun butt as I shall
tell mine the pleasure It gives me to
administer It. Swine! Ha, you stum
ble! Up with you!"
llatter and bang! Doubtless Ahmed
would have prolonged this delightful
entertainment to the very steps of the
palace, but a full troop of soldiers ap-
peared at the foot of the hill and All
med saw that It was now his turn to
take to his heels.
"Swine!" with a parting blow which
sent Umballa to his knees, "tell your
master that If he harms tho little mem
sahib In the palace he shall die! Let
him remember the warnings that he
has received, and let him not forget
what a certain dungeon holds!"
Umballa staggered to his feet, his
sight blinded with tears of pain. He
was sober enough now, and Ahmed'i
final words rang In his ears like
clamor of bells. "What a certain dun
geop holds!" Stumbling down the hill,
urged by Ahmed's blows, only one
thought occupied Ills mind: to wreak
his vengeance for these Indignities
upon an innocent girl. But now a new
fear entered his craven soul, craven as
all cruel souls are. Some one knew
He fell Into the arme of his troop-
ers and they curried him to a litter,
thence to the palace. Ills back was
covered with bruises, and but for the
thickness of Ills cummerbund he must
have died under the beating, which
had been thorough and masterly
"What a certain dungeon holds!" In
his chamber Umballa called for his
peg of brandy and champagne, which
for some reason did not take hold as
usual. For the first time In his life
Durga Ram, so-called Umballa, knew
what agony was. But did it cause him
to think with pity of the agonies he
had caused them? Not In the least.
When Ahmed rejoined his people
Kathlyn was leaning against her fath-
er's shoulder, smiling wanly.
"Where Is Umballa?" cried Bruce,
seizing Ahmed by the arm.
"On the way to the palace!" Ahmed
laughed and told what he had accom-
plished.
Bruce raised his hands In anger.
"But, sahib!" began Ahmed, not
comprehending.
"And, having him In your hands, you
let him go!"
Ahmed stood dumfounded. His Jaw
•agg<'d. his rifle Blipped from his
hands and fell with a clank at his
feet.
"You are right, sahib. I am an un-
thinking fool. May Allah forgive me!"
"We could have held him a hostage,
and tomorrow morning we all could
have left Allaha free, unhindered! God
forgive you, Ahmed, for not think-
ing!"
"In the heat of battle, sahib, one
does not always think of the morrow."
■But Ahmed's head fell and his chin
touched his breast. That he, Ahmed
of the secret service, should let spite
you.
"That," returned Ramabal, "Is of
less Importance at this moment than
the method to be used In liberating the
daughter of Colonel Sahib. Listen. The
people are angry because they were
not permitted to be present at the sac-
rifice to Juggernaut. To pacify them
Umballa will have to Invent some
amusement in the arena."
But how will that aid us?" inter-
rupted the colonel.
Let us say, an exhibition of wild
animals, with their trainers."
"Trainers?"
"Yes. You, Colonel Sahib, and you,
Kathlyn Memsahlb, and you, Bruce Sa-
hib, will without difficulty act the
parts."
"Good!" said Ahmed bitterly. "The
three of them will rush Into the royal
box, seize Winnie Memsahlb, and
carry her oft from under the very
noses of Umballa, the Council and the
soldiers!"
"My friend Ahmed Is bitter," said
Ramabat patiently.
"Al, al! I had Umballa In my hands
and let him go! Pardon me, Ramabal;
am Indeed bitter."
"But who will suggest this animal
scheme to Umballa?" Inquired Bruce
"I." Ramabal salaamed.
"You will walk Into the lion's den?"
"The Jackal's," Ramabal corrected.
"God help me! If I only had a few
men!" groaned the colonel, raising his
hands to heaven.
"You will be throwing away your
life uselessly, Ramabal," said Kath-
lyn.
"No. Umballa and I will understand
each other completely."
"Ramabal," put In Ahmed, with his
singular smile, "do you want a crime?"
"For myself? No again. For my
wife? That is a different matter."
."And the man In the dungeon?"
Ironically.
Ramabal suddenly faced the moon
and stared long and silently at the
brilliant planet. In his mind there was
conflict, war between right and ambi-
tion. He seemed to have forgotten
those about him, waiting anxiously for
him to speak.
Ramabal." said Ahmed craftily, "at
a word from you a thousand armed
men will spring into existence and
imam
Kathlyn Disguised as a Bear Tamer.
within twelve hours set Pundlta on
yonder throne. .Why do you hesitate
to give the sign?"
Ramabal wheeled quickly.
"Ahmed, silence! 1 am yet an hon-
orable man. You know and I know
how far I may go. Trifle with me no
more."
Ahmed salaamed deeply.
"Think not badly of mo, Ramabal;
but I am a man of action, and it galls
me to wait."
"Are you wholly unselfish?"
It was Ahmed's turn to address mute
Inquiries to the moon.
"What Is ill this palaver about?"
Bruce came In between the two men
Impatiently.
"God knows!" murmured the colo-
nel. "One thing 1 know, If we stand
here much longer we'll all spend the
rest of the night In prUon."
There was wisdom in this. They
marched away at once, following the
path of the elephant and the loyal
keepers. There was no pursuit. Sol-
What next?"
"A trap and a tunnel."
"Ah!"
"There used to be one. A part of It
caved In four or five years ago It
can be re-excavated In a night. The
men who do that shall be my own.
Your animals will be used. To Kath-
lyn Memsahlb your pet leopards will
be as play fellows. She has the eye,
and the voice, and the touch. She
shall be veiled to her eyes, with a bit
of ochre on her forehead. Who will
recognize her?"
"The sight of you, Ramabai, will
cause him to suspect."
That remains In the air. There
must be luck In it."
'If Umballa can be lured to drink
his pegs." Then, with an Impatient
gesture, Ahmed added: "Folly! What!
Umballa and the Council will not rec-
ognize the Colonel Sahib's hair, the
niemsahib's golden head?"
"In the go-down of Lai Singh, the
cobbler, there are many things, even
wigs and false beards," retorted Ra
mabal slyly.
Ahmed started, then laughed.
"You are right. Ramabal. So then
we have wigs and beards. Go on."
He was sitting cross-legged and rock-
ing back and forth.
"After the tricks are done Kathlyn
Memsahlb will throw aside her veil
and stand revealed, to Umballa, to the
Council, to the populace."
Bruce Jumped to his feet.
"Be patient, Bruce Sahib," reproved
Ramabal. "I am not yet done."
Bruce sat down again, and Kathlyn
stole a glance at his lean, unhappy
face. How she longed to touch it, to
smooth away the lines of care! The
old camaraderie was gone; there
seemed to be some invisible barrier
between them now.
"She will discover herself, then,"
proceeded Rainabal. "Umballa will
at once start to order her capture
when she shall stay him by crying
that she Is willing to face the arena
lions. Remember, there will be a trap
and a tunnel."
And outside?" said Ahmed, still
doubting.
"There will be soldiers, my men
But they will at that moment be else-
where."
"If you have soldiers, then, why not
slip them Into the palace and have
them take the yxiung memsahlb by
force?"
"My men are not permitted to enter
the palace. Ahmed. Umballa Is afraid
of them. To go on. Winnie Mem
sahib will stand up and exclaim that
she will Join her sister to prove that
she is no less brave."
"But the lions!"—from Bruce. From
his point of view the plan was as ab-
surd as It was impossible.
Ramabal, however, knew his people
and Bruce did not.
"Always remember the trap and the
tunnel, Bruce Sahib. At the entrance
of the lions the trap will fall. Inside
the tunnel will be the Colonel Sahib
and Bruce Sahib. Outside will be Ah-
med and the brave men he had with
him this night. And all the road free
to the gates!"
"Ah, for those thousand men!"
sighed Ahmed. "I cannot forget them."
"Nor I the dungeon-keep." replied
Ramabal. "I must go my own way.
Of the right and wrong of It you are
not concerned, Ahmed."
"By the Lord!" exclaimed the colo-
nel. getting up. "I begin to under-
stand. He Is alive, and they hold him
there In a den, vile like mine was.
Alive!"
"Umballa did not put him there. It
was the politics of the Council; and
this is the sword which Umballa
holds over their heads. And If I sum-
moned my thousand men their zeal for
me . . ."
"Pardon, Ramabal!" cried Ahmed,
contritely. "Pardon!"
"Ah! finally you understand?"
"Yes. You are not only a good man
but a great one. If you gave the sign
to your men there would be no one in
yonder dungeon-keep . . . alive!"
"They know, and I could not stay
tempest once I loosed It. There, that
Is all. That 1b the battle I have
fought and won "
The colonel reached down and of-
fered his hand.
"Ramabal, you're a man."
"Thanks, sahib. And I tell you this:
I love my people. 1 was born among
them. They are simple and easily led.
1 wish to see them happy, but I cannot
step over the dead body of one who
was kind to me. And this I add:
When you, my friends, are free, I will
make him-free also. Young men are
my followers, and In the blood of the
young there Is much heat. My plan
may appear to you weak and absurd,
but I know my people. Besides, It Is
our only chance."
"Well. Ramabat, we will try your
plan, though 1 do so half heartedly.
So many times have we escaped, only
to be brought back. I am tired, In the
heart, in the mind, In the body. I
want to lie down somewhere and sleep
for days."
Kathlyn reached out, touched his
hand and patted It She knew. The
pain and terror in his heart were not
born of his own miseries, but of theirs,
hers and Winnie's.
Without another word Ramabal
curled himself up and went to sleep;
and one by one the others followed his
example. Bruce was last to close his
Marry me, and one
week after I will
give you the means of leaving Alla-
ha Will you marry me?"
"Yes" The word slipped over Win-
nie's lips faintly. She recalled Ah-
modt advice; to humor the man, to
play for time; but she knew that If
he touched her she muBt scream.
"Keep that word. Your father and
sister are fools."
Winnie trembled. They were a ve.
Kit and her father; this man had lied.
Alive! O. she would not be afraid of
any ordeal now. They were alive, and.
more than that, they were free.
"I will keep my word when the time
comes," she replied clearly.
"They are calling me Durga Ram
the Mad. Beware, then, for madmen
do mad things." i te^nes7 Instead of ' being cast out
a and 0f the system is re absorbed into the
SICK MMETS"
Gently cleanse your liver am
sluggish bowels while
you sleep.
Get a 10-cent box.
Sick headache, biliousness, dlzzit
aess coated tongue, foul taate and foul
breath—always trace them to torpid
liver; delayed, fermenting food In the
bowels or sour, gassy stomach.
Poisonous matter clogged In the in-
The door opened
him, and she heard the key^ turn u « -- — h, poison reaches the
the outside bolt . ■ °e ^er loved delicate brain tissue it - -
They were alive and fiee, her love ^ ^ that ^n1i thi
causes con
ee, °Hr i irestion and that dull, throbbing, sick-
She knelt upon the cushions.
. .hnkinn 1 Cascarets Immediately cleanse the
Alone, with a torch in hUshakng stomach> remove the sour, undigested
hand. Umballa went down Into th^ ^ ^ ^ ga8eg> take the exL.e8B
ones!
her eyes uplifted.
prison, to the row of dungeons.
bile
from the liver and carry out all
Winnie Insists on Joining Her Sister
In the Arena.
eyes. He glanced moodily round, noted
the guards patrolling the boundaries
of their secluded camp; and then he
looked down at Kathlyn. Only a bit
of her forehead was exposed. One
brown, shapely hand clutched the
howdah blanket. A patch of moon-
shine touched her temple. Silently he
stooped and laid a kiss upon the hand,
then crept over to Ahmed and lay
down with his back to the Moham-
medan's.
After awhile the hand clutching the
howdah blanket slid under and finally
nestled beneath the owner'b chin.
But Winnie could not sleep. Every
Bound brought her to an upright po-
sition; and tonight the palace seemed
charged with mysterious noises. The
muttering of the cockatoo, the tinkle
of the fountain as the water fell Into
the basin, the scrape and slither of
Bandals beyond the lattice partitions,
the rattle of a gun butt somewhere In
the outer corridors—these sounds she
heard. Once she thought she heard
the sputter of rifle shots afar, but she
was not sure.
Kit, beautiful Kit! O, they would
not, could not let her die! And she
had came into this land with her mind
aglow with fairy stories!
One of the leopardB In the treasury
corridors roared, and Winnie crouched
into her cushions. What were they
going to do to her? For she under-
stood perfectly that she was only a
prisoner and that the crown meant
nothing at all so far as authority was
concerned. She waB the veriest pup-
pet. What with Ahmed's disclosures
and Kathlyn's advice she knew that
she was nothing more than a helpless
pawn In this oriental game of chess.
At any moment she might be removed
from the board.
She became tense again. She heard
the Blip-slip of sandals in the corri-
dor, a key turned in the lock. The
door opened, and in the dim light she
saw Umballa.
He stood by the door, silently con-
templating her. "What a certain dun-
geon holds!" still eddied through the
current of his thoughts. Money,
money! He needed It; It was the only
barrier between him and the end,
which at last he began to see. Money,
baskets and bags of it, and he dared
not go near. May the fires of hell
burn eternally In the bones of these
greedy soldiers, his only hope!
His body ached; liquid fire seemed
to have taken the place of blood In his
veins. His back and shoulders were
a mass of bruises. Beaten with a gun
butt, driven, harried, cursed—he, Dur-
ga Ram! A gun butt In the hands of
a low caste! He had not only been
beaten; he had been dishonored and
defiled. His eyes flashed and his fin-
gers closed convulsively, but he was
sober. To take yonder white throat
In his hands! It was true; he dared
not harm a hair of her head!
"Your sister Kathlyn perished under
the wheels of the car of Juggernaut."
Winnie did not stir. The aspect of
the man fascinated her as the near-
ness of a cobra would have done.
Vipers not only crawled In this ter-
rible land; they walked. One stung
with fangs and the other with words.
"She is dead, and tomorrow your
father dies."
The disheveled appearance of the
man dtd not in her eyes confirm this
Indeed, the longer she gazed at him
the more strongly convinced she be-
came that he was lying. But wisely
she maintained her silence.
"Dead," he repeated. "Within a
week you shall be my wife. You know.
They have told you. I want money,
and by all the gods of Hind, yours
shall be the hand to give it to me.
ted owner had kicked and sworn and
tried to lift the animal until he was
out of sorts and covered with mud.
A well-groomed man came along,
took In the situation, and suggested:
"Spring the fence back, then lie can
get his feet free."
The owner of the horse did as he
was told. "Now give him a cut with
the whip and he'll get up himself.'
This the owner did. Then he looked
at the horse, up and ready for travel, •
looked at himself covered with mud,
and looked at the Immaculate gentle-
man In the road. Wrath filled his
soul.
"Well," he grumbled, "thank yov
lust as much as if you'd helped me."
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door of one wa. a sliding; panel He — —- waH(e matter and
pulled this back and peered wltnin. . howei8
Something lay hidden in a corner, e Cascaret to night will surely
drew the panel back Into lfi P'ace' gtra!gUten you out by morning. They
climbed the worn steps, extinguish sleep—a 10-cent box
the torch, und proceeded to his own work whl >ou s P head
home, a gift of his former master, from ^"ch sweet and your liver
finefoicXe?'hfhad^larinoint and bowc.s regular for months. Adv.
his bruised back and shoulders with ^ F(,ame of Mind
unguents, ordered his peg. drank it, ^ h(jrae ,)ad run away and was
and lay down to sleep. tangled up in the wire fence at the
On the morrow he was J""*™ ,idB of Ul6 mllddy road. Its half-wit-
daunted upon meeting Ramabai in the ( ^ h.1(] kIcked a
corridor leading to the throne room,
where Winnie and the Council were
gathered. He started to summon the
guards, but the impassive face of his
enemy and the menacing hand stayed
the call.
"You are a brave man, Ramabal, to
enter the lion's den in this fashion.
You shall never leave here alive."
"Yes, Durga Ram. I shall depart as
I came, a free man."
"You talk like that to me?" furi-
ously. .
"Even so. Shall I go out on the
balcony and declare that I know what
a certain dungeon holds?"
Umballa's fury vanished, and sweat
oozed from his palms.
"You?"
"Yes, I know. A truce! The people
are muttering and murmuring against
you because they were forbidden to
attend your especial Juggernaut. Best
for both of us that they be quieted and
amused."
"Ramabal, you shall never wear the
crown."
"I do not want It."
"Nor shall your wife."
Ramabal did not speak.
"You shall die first!"
"War or peace?" asked Ramabal.
"War!"
"So be It. I shall proceed to strike
the first blow."
Ramabal turned and began to walk
toward the window opening out upon
the balcony; but Umballa bounded
after him, realizing that Ramabal
would do as he threatened, declare
from the balcony what he knew.
"Walt! A truce for 48 hours."
"Agreed. I have a proposition to
make before you and the Council. Let
ub go In."
Before the Council (Btartled aij had
Umballa been at Ramabal's appear-
ance) he explained his plan for the
pacification and amusement of the
people. Umballa tried to find flaws In
It; but his brain, befuddled by nu-
merous pegs and disappointments,
saw nothing. And when Ramabal
produced his troupe of wild animal
trainers not even Winnie recognized
them. But during the argument be-
tween Umballa and the Council as to
the date of the festivities Kathlyn
raised the corner of her veil. It was
enough for Winnie. In the last few
days she had learned self-control; and
there was scarcely a sign that she saw
Kit and her father, and they had tha
courage to come here In their efforts
to rescue her!
It was finally arranged to give the
exhibition the next day, and messen-
gers were dispatched forthwith to no-
tify the city and the bazaars. A dozen
times Umballa eyed Ramabal's back,
murder In his mind and fear in his
heart. Blind fool that he had been
not to have seen this man In his true
light and killed him. Now, If he hired
assassins, he could not trust them; his
purse was again empty.
Ramabai must have felt the gaze,
for once he turned and caught the eye
of Umballa, approached and whis-
pered: "Durga Ram, wherever I go
I am followed by watchers who would
die for me. Do not waste your money
on hired assassins."
As the so-called trainers were de-
parting Kathlyn managed to drop at
Winnie's feet a little ball of paper
which the young sister maneuvered to
secure without being observed. She
was advised to have no fear of the
lions in the arena, to be ready to Join
Kathlyn in the arena when Bhe signified
the moment. Winnie would have en-
tered a den of tigers had Kathlyn so
advised her.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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There Is nothing so destructive to
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Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton's
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"Sammy" April, the small boy who
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Mr. Tumulty Immediately launched
Into a laudatory discussion of the sub-
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By Daily Use of Cutlcura Soap and
Ointment. Trial Free.
Home-Made Ointment.
The following is a recipe for a sim-
ple home-made ointment, which is ex-
cellent for applying to cuts and
bruises: One teaspoonful each of
olive oil, turpentine, Bplrlts of cam-
phor and coal oil. Of course, any
amount desired may be made, but the
proportion must be as given here,
Feminine Economy.
Woman Election Inspectress—There
are three spoiled ballots.
Ditto—Oh, dear; but then, I sup-
pose we can make them ovor into
something else.—Puck.
You may rely on these fragrant
supercrpam;' emollients to care for
your skin, scalp, hair and hands. Noth-
ing better to clear the skin of pimples,
blotches, redness <wd roughness, the
scalp of dandruff and Itching and the
hands of chapping and soreness.
Sample each free by mail with 32-p.
Skin Bouk. Address postcard, Cutlcura,
Dept. Y.Boston. Sold everywhere. Adv.
Few Survivors Left,
"I wonder why there are so many
more borrowers than lenders lu this
world 1"
"The explanation Is most simple,
my dear fellow. Fully 90 per cent ar«
born borrowers and always remain
Buch, and the few who start In as lend-
ers are soon driven into the othel
class."
Its Kind.
"What's call money?"
"What you pay telephone
with."—Baltimore American.
bllli
Mn«t particular women use Red Crow
Ball Blue. American made. Sure to please
At all good Kt'ocers. Adv.
Politeness Is all right to a certal:
extent, but some people overdo It,
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