Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 68, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 March 1913 — Page 2

The SABLE LORCHA

By HORACE HAZELTINE

SYNOPSIS.

Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults Fhllip Clyde, newspaper publisher, refarding anonymous threatening letters he as received. The first promises a sample Of the writer's power on a certain day. On that day the head is mysteriously cut from a portrait of .Cameron while the latter Is In the room. Clyde has a theory that the portrait was mutilated while the room was unoccupied and the head later removed by means of a string, unnoticed ©y Cameron. Evelyn Grayson, Cameron’s niece, with whom Clyde is in love, finds the head of Cameron’s portrait nailed to a tree, where it was had been used as a target. Clyde pledges Evelyn to secrecy. Clyde learns that a Chinese boy employed by Phllatus Murphy, an artist living nearby, had borrowed a rifle from Camerons* lodgekeepr. Clyde makes an exeuse to call on Murphjr and is repulsed. He pretends to be investigating alleged Infractions of the game laws and speaks of finding the bowl of an opium pipe under the tree where Cameron’s portrait was found. The Chinese boy is found dead next morning. While visiting Cameron in his dressing room a Nell Gwynne mirror is mysteriously shattered. Cameron Becomes seriously ill as a result of the shock. The third letter appears mysteriously on Cameron's sick bed. It makes direct threats against the life of Cameron. Clyde tells Cameron the envelope was empty. He tells Evelyn everything and plans to take Cameron on a yacht trip The yacht picks up a fisherman found drifting helplessly In a boat. He gives the name of Johnson. Cameron disappears from yacht while Clyde’s back is turned. A fruitless search is made for a motor boat- seen by the captain just before Cameron disappeared. Johnson is allowed to go after being closely questioned. Evelyn takes the letters to an expert in Chinese literature, who pronounces them Of Chinese origin. Clyde seeks assistance from a Chinese fellow college student, who recommends him to Tip Sing, most prominent Chinaman in New York. The latter promises to seek information of Camoron among his countrymen. Among Cameron’s letters is found one from one Addison, who speaks of seeing Cameron In Pekin. Cameron had frequently declared to Clyde that he had never been in China.’ Clyde calls on Dr. Addison. He learns that Addison and Cameron were at one time intimate friends, but had a falling out over Cameron's denial of haying been seen in Pekin by Addison. Clyde goes to meet Yup ®ng, sees Johnson, attempts to follow him. falls into a basement, sprains his ankle and becomes unconscious. Clyde is found by Miss Clement a mfesoinary among the Chinese. He Is «lck several days as a result of inhaling eharcoal fumes. Evel y' n ,. tells . “ peculiarly acting anesthetic which renders « person temporarily unconscious, Murphy is discovered to have mv stcr ‘°"® lations with the Chinese. Miss Clement 'promises to get Information about Cam•ron. Slump In Crystal Consolidated, of which Cameron is the head, ,s caused by a rumor of Cameron’s illness. Clyde Cameron on Fifth avenue in a dazed and omaUated condition and takes him home.

I CHAPTER XVHw—Continued. He wu about to bld me good-night when I checked him. "Doctor," I said, “I am glad to find you ao optimistic. Before you go I want you to write me a bulletin of Mr. Cameron’s condition and sign It. I want no mention in it of the injury, since It Is not serious. If possible, I would suggest that you use the word "indisposition* and be sure to employ the *temporary* you called into play a moment ago." Dr. Massey gladly acceded. Seated at Cameron’s writing table he scribbled a bulletin of even more encouraging and confident tenor than I had indicated. And I used It to turn the tide of speculation in Crystal Consolidated. But neither the spoken nor the written words of the physician held for me any considerable measure of solace. My friend's condition was desperate. I knew It and my heart ached for him; but it ached more for Evelyn, bls ward, who loved him, and who must be given the gladness of good news only to be crucified the next moment on the cross of anxiety.

CHAPTER XVIII. Three Promisee. Need I say that I did not sleep that night? It was five o’clock when I left Cameron’s, after a talk with the nurse, and I promised to return in an hour. The Interval was devoted to a cold bath, a shave, and a change of clothing at my rooms; and at six I was back again, talking once more with Checkabeedy who was personally serving me with coffee In the breakfast room. "Between you and me," I began, “there is small need of concealment In this matter of Mr. Cameron’s disappearance and return, his coming as remarkable and mysterious as his going. I think I am experienced enough to understand that such an affair as this cannot be kept entirely secret—especially not from Mr. Cameron's servants —and it is better, Checkabeedy, that you should understand it thoroughly. I can fancy the distorted story that has been circulated below stairs. That more rumors, wide of the truth, have not leaked out and gained press publicity, speaks very well for you and your staff, and I congratulate you on your loyalty and good judgment All I ask now is that you will continue to be guarded in what you say. ■ A single unadvised word might interfere very materially with our efforts to trace the guilty ones and bring them to punishment" And then I told him as much as I deemed wise of the facts of the abduction, of my chance finding of bis master the previous night, and of my anxiety concerning his present condition. "And above all things, Checkabeedy," I added in conclusion, "don't look solemn and distressed when Miss Evelyn is present Before her, no matter how we really tael, wo must appear

A little later the morning papers were brought in, and I scanned one after another in search of some new twist or turn of the story of the previous afternoon. The more conservative journals were inclined to make light of the scare. “Mr. Cameron,” said one, "ceased to be active in the affairs of the Crystal Consolidated over two years ago. If he be ill, which is by no means certain, the fact can have but little real significance ■so far a 8 the company of which he is the largest shareholder is concerned. It may be stated on the best authority that Mr. Cameron’s shares have never been used speculatively, and that even in the event of his death they could not by any possibility come on the market, for the reason that he has provided a trust fund, by will, for the benefit of his niece, and that they are a part of that fund.”

The sensational press, of course, still insisted that the Glass King was in a New England sanitarium, though they had failed to locate the institution. Despite my alarm I smiled at the thought of how their afternoon editions would have to eat the leek, as the Welsh say. ' The papers finished, I grew restless. I desired constant news from the sick room, and lacking it, I roamed about the house, in nervous unease, my brain busy with conjecture, forming one theory after another, and dismissing each as readily. The situation was a tantalism. The answer to all the questions which had absorbed me for weeks lay dormant in the brain of the man sleeping beyond that closed door. Theories, therefore, were now more futile than ever. The one accomplishment to be asked was the arousing of an Intellect, the stirring of a memory. Dr. Massey had promised that when Cameron awakened mental clarity would be restored, that he would be able to answer questions with intelligence.

It is hard to explain why I doubted this. I think it must have been something I saw in those dull, vacuous eyes, when I first looked into them under the pale light of the white-globed electric street lamps. If I had been forced to identify Cameron by those eyes alone, I should have said that this man was not he. They were so different, lacking all the expression of the Cameron I knew. And yet I made no question as to his identity. I knew him, despite this; knew that strong chin and jaw, which spelled determination in two syllables; knew his broad, generous nose, and his high intellectual forehead. These points of recognition were so convincing, that I could afford to ignore the eyes I had never seen before and the wasted frame and the shrunken, unsteady legs.

At brief intervals I consulted the clocks. It was marvellous how the time dragged. And that nurse! Would he never.have an errand outside the suite? I had told him I should spend the morning In the house, and that I wished to be informed of the slightest change In his patient. I must conclude, therefore, that Cameron was still sleeping, that Bryan was still watching. From the fact that Evelyn had not yet appeared I drew a measure of Consolation. If I could have tidings of even the slightest Improvement in Cameron before meeting her, it would aid me in the assumption of confidence upon which I had determined. At ten minutes past eight I was searching the encyclopaedias in the library for Information on the subject of brain concussion. Already I had followed the trail through three volumes from "Brain” to "Nervous System” and from "Nervous System” to "Concussion,” when an opening door caused me to turn eagerly. Mr. Bryan, the nurse, in a white uniform such as hospital doctors wear, stood on the threshold. The next moment I had risen from my crouching position before the bookcase and had met him midway across the room with anxious Inquiry.

"Mr. Cameron awoke a quarter of an hour ago,” he told me. "His power of speech has returned. He asked me where he was and what had happened. I told him he was in his own house, and that he had met with ah accident" "Yes, yes," I hurried him. "And what then 7 Did he inquire for any one 7" , “No. For all of a minute he lay looking about the room without another word. Then, in a puzzled way, he repeated: *My own house!* and asked, 'Where Is this house 7* And I told him. He did not seem to recognize the room at all." “Is he still awake?" "Oh, no. Dr. Massey left directions that he was to be given some nourishment —a raw egg and milk —and then another powder to make him sleep. He turned on bls side after that,*- and In less than three minutes was in a deep slumber ogee more.”

I was annoyed that I had dot been called. I let myself hope that sight of me might possibly have stirred his memory even though the familiar objects of his bedchamber failed. I said

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as much to the short, broad-shouldered nurse, whose twinkling eyes were in violent contrast with his thin-lipped, grave, determined mouth. "Dr. Massey’s orders were that for twelve hours no one should be admitted to the room,” was ids unanswerable rejoinder. i • “Which means not until after five o’clock, this evening?” “Exactly, sir. But I shall report to you everything he says, as nearly as possible in his own words.” “Very well*” I said. “I shall spend the day here.” My tone conveyed dismissal and I fear it still smacked of annoyance. Mr. Bryan, however, gave no sign of resentment. His eyes were still kindly merry, his mouth still inspired reliance, He turned towards the door, saying: "He’ll probably sleep four hours at least, Mr. Clyde. If you wish to go out, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t.” I meant to reply. My lips were already framing a sentence, when a tableau checked me. Evelyn Grayson waft standing in the doorway. She wore a clinging house gown of pale blue, cut low at the throat, and bordered with a deep collar of Irish lace. The rose flush of youth and health tinted the cream of her complexion and a shaft of sunlight from a near window made a glittering golden nimbus of her hair. With wide* startled eyes she was gazing at Bryan, or, to be more exact, at the snowy linen duck in which he was clad, and which must have held for her a perplexing significance. The nurse had halted, deferentially standing aside at sight of the girl whose young beauty seemed to dazzle him-

For a moment the stillness and silence were absolute. Then Evelyn turning her gaze upon me advanced quickly, with a littie questioning cry: "Philip!” "You’re surprised to find me here,” I interpreted, with hands outstretched. “And to —” she began, laying her fingers against my palms. "To find, a nurse here, as "frell.” I finished for her. "Let me introduce Mr. Bry—” But when I would have presented him he had already gone. "But who is ill?” she questioned in nervous haste. “What—” It were well, I thought, to have the revelation over and done with as speedily as possible. "Your uncle. I brought him home at two o’clock this morning.” I do not know what I expected, but I am sure I was not prepared for what ensued. Her fingers, suddenly releasing themselves from my fond but feeble support, clutched wildly at the lapels Of my ! coat for support, as she burst into a passion of sobs. In vain I made efforts to comfort and quiet her. She became hysterical. She laughed and cried by turns, while I, making bold to regard her as a sorrowing child rather than the woman she was, held her close and murmured all the soothing, encouraging words and phrases I could conjure. “I—l—am so glad,” she whispered at last, her big liquid blue eyes swimming, her fair face wet with the torrent of her emotion. “I—l am so happy.”

Presently I placed her in a great, cavernous leathern chair, and lent her my handkerchief—ascisted her, indeed—to remove the evidences of her tumultuous joy. After which I sat down opposite her and answered a hundred questions, still marvelling at the contrariety of the feminine temperament which defies disaster dryeyed and over good tidings is like Nlobe all tears.

Evelyn’s emotions alone considered, it was, therefore, just as well that Cameron had not returned robust and of sane mind. Her rejoicing undiluted might have resulted in nervous breakdown. As it was, the mere fact that he was weak and a trifle distraught—which was the mildly equivocal way in which 1 softened the truth for her—had for her fortitude the revivifying potency of a tonic. It so balanced her joy with anxiety that she grew strong in surprisingly short space. "I do not see why a nurse Is at all necessary," she objected, at once. "I shall nurse* him, myself. Louis and I can do everything that is required." “But Dr. Massey—" I began. Whereupon she interrupted me: "Dr. Massey probably thinks I am a foolish, frivolous child. I shall nurse Uncle Robert even if I have to dismiss Dr. Massey and get another physician."

There was nothing to be gained by opposing her at this time, so I held ray non-committal peace, doubting, nevertheless, the practicability of her proposition. But to- her next proposal I must needs interpose the obstructive truth. j "Come,” she commanded, brushing back from her temples with both hands the encroaching golden halo, with the gesture of one who prepares for conquest, wiping away, as it were, the last clinging vestiges of her emotional weakness. “Come, let us go to him, together." 1

She was on her feet before I could restrain her. “Not now, Evelyn," I said, quietly, and, at the risk of seeming rudeness, sat still. . - “But, why?” And there was a hint of suspicion in the look she gave me. "He is asleep,*’ I told her. And when she had relaxed into the great chair again, I added, temporizing, *Mr. Bryan will let us know when he wakens.”

Her disappointment was undisguised, and in secret I sympathized with her. She was experiencing something of that which had come to me when Bryan hhd refused me converse with hts\natient But it were better to divert than to commiserate, and so I said: “This is the day I am to hear from Miss Clement.” “Is it?" she asked, indifferently, the disappointment still rankling. “I didn’t know.” “Shd has promised me important information before three o’clock. If she keeps her word, this whole perplexing mystery may very shortly be cleared “Isn’t that what you would call supererogatory?” she asked, -smiling. “I should think Uncle Robert could tell all that is needed, now, himself.”

I was at a loss for a moment how to answer her; and in that moment the telephone broke in, and did away with the necessity of response. s The instrument wps on the writing table at my elbow, and with a “Shall I ?” to Evelyn, I took the receiver from the hook and bent to the transmitter. “Yes,” I said, “Miss Grayson is here. Who is it, please?” I thought I recognized Miss Clement’s voice, and I was not wrong. But, after all, it was I she wanted. She had called up my rooms and my office, and, unable to get me at either place, had taken the chance* that Evelyn might aid her to my discovery. “You have learned something?" I asked, disguising as well as I could my burning interest. If possible, I would keep from Evelyn the least suggestion of how vitally important I regarded the news I hoped for. "I hardly know how to explain it to you,” canje Miss Clement’s reply. "I was on the verge of yfhat I am sure was a most pregnant revelation. I was to be given names and dates and circumstances. I had been promised these by one in whom I put the greatest reliance. And now I am asked to wait another twenty-four hours. Something has happened, my confidant tells me; something puzzling and utterly unexpected, and those who know most of the matter are now most at sea. - ” Evelyn must have seen me smile. It was quite evident to me that Miss Clement was in touch with some one well Informed, but it was not that which provoked the smile. I smiled because I felt that Cameron in some way had outwitted his captors and gained his freedom. This was the unexpected happening which had thrown the villainous slant-eyed camp into confusion, and I rejoiced at my friend’s intrepidity. “And so,” I said to Miss Clement, "you wish me to wait another day?” "I think if would be worth while,” she answered. “And I do, too,” I told her. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen an afternoon paper, have you?” I went on. “Well, they contain some news of interest. They say that Mr. Cameron came home last night, and for once, at least, they tell what is very nearly the truth.” If sincerity ever carried over a wire it carried then in Miss Clement’s congratulations, and there was something almost divine in her forbearance to ask for particulars. She congratulated tevelyn, too, and promised to come to see her, soon; and then once more she assured me that she would yet learn everything we could possibly caro to know.

“The Chinese,” she added, “are a deliberate race, Mr. Clyde. They refuse to be hurried. But eventually we shall have our answers.”

With Evelyn beside me the hours no longer dragged. We talked unceasingly; reviewing everything from the receipt of the first letter; conjecturing on each of the score of little problems making up the one great mystery, but arriving at nothing definite; adding. If changing conditions at all, to our own confusion. •

And if, in passing, at intervals, where opportunity offered, I spoke tender words and pleaded for a definite, or at least a closer, more intimate understanding between us, who shall say that I was to blame? She was never more lovely, never more appealing than she was that morning; and I begged for an admission of a sentiment above and beyond the mere sisterly regard to which hlthertq she had persisted in limiting her expressed affection for me.

More than once I had read in her eyes—without unseemly conceit, I trust I may be permitted this assertion—what I now asked In lip avowal. But there seemed to be with her a notion that the occasion was ill-suited to my plea. "Philip,” she said, “dear Philip, I care for you very much; almost as much as I care for Uncle Robert. You have been very good to me, and very good to him, and if I could tell you that I love you in the way you ask, I—" And there she hesitated a shade of a second. "Even if I could tell you," she corrected, "I wouldn't tell you now. It is not stubbornness, Philip. It is just a woman’s way. Ask mo again, when Uncle Robert is well, and all this horrible nightmare has passed. Promise me that you will ask me again!” "Never fear," I returned, "IH ask you." i . "And promise me, too,” she added, "that until all the skies are clear once more, you will not mention the subject." '

I was on the verge of pramisftilft not because it would be an eesy promise to keep, for I knew ft wou/d be very difficult; but because I could deny her nothing. I was on the verge, I say, when the library door opened, and Louis, pale and excited, and so in haste that he had not paused to knock, was exclaiming: “Monsieur Cameron! Pardon! Mais, enfin, etesvous prete?” A'score of fears springing instantly to birth within us, Evelyn and I were on our feet dSefore the speech, rapidly delivered as it was, was finished. Were we ready! We evidenced our readiness in no such voiceless thing as, words. . Louis stood aside for us to pass, and as I went by him, I asked, under my breath: “What is it, Louis?” "Ah!” he whispered. "Monsieur Cameron is talking in the strange tongue which neither Monsieur Bryan nor I myself can understand.”

CHAPTER XIX. The Pang'of Disillusion. The sick room was dark. So dark that for a little, until our eyes accustomed themselves to it, we could barely distinguish objects. But our ears required no attuning. Even in the passageway, separated by a heavy mahogany door, we ha°d hint of what was going on within; and as we entered, a hoarse tirade smote us in the gloom, like an assault from ambush.

To us both the tone and words were alike unfamiliar. In inflection and modulation the voice was strange. And the uttered sounds were a coarse, horrid jargon. Once I thought I detected an English oath, but I was not sure. Evelyn clutched my hand and I could feel against me the tremble of her slim young body. Gladly I would have spared her this ordeal, but I had been no less unprepared than she. And now, as gradually shapes defined themselves less dimly in the gloom, the horror* grew; and, held by it, speechless, inert, I stood where I had paused—the quivering girl very close beside me—staring, listening, wondering. It was a large room, lofty of ceiling, with high windows, across which heavy curtains were drawn; and the only light was that which stole between these hangings or filtered through three dark, richly-colored, glass medallions set in a side wall.

Cameron’s bed, a massive, ornately carved four-poster, was hung with fringed and embroidered velvet, and in ‘the dusk of the chamber it took on the somber likeness of a catafalque, adding to the eerie seeming a touch of the funereal. Incongruously from the shadowy midst of it came that ranted rigmarole of strange words, now high pitched, now bass, now guttural.

What had at first seemed a moving gray patch had developed by degrees into the white, night-robed, sitting figure of the invalid, swaying excitedly, with arms extended in ceaseless gestures. For a long moment this uncanny object had held my gaze, but presently near the bed’s foot, I descried Bryan’s white uniform and the sight brought a measure of relief. In response to a beckoning head-tilt, the nurse joined us.

“I thought you had better come,” he whispered, quite calmly. "I thought possibly you might understand what he is saying.”

"But I don’t,” I whispered back. “If it’s a real language I never heard it What do you imagine It Is?” "I have an idea it’s Chinese,” he answered. “It sounds like the stuff you hear at a Chinese theater, and I caught two or three words of pidglnEnglish, just before you— ’’ He broke off suddenly, and plucked at my sleeve. “There!” he murmured. “Did you hear that? Maskee. That was plain enough. It means *never mind.’ ’ A little while ago he whs evidently trying to hurry some one. It was chop-chop about every other sentence.” . Evelyn's eyes shone luminous in the gloom.

"Can’t you give him something to quiet him?” she begged; “It’s awful to let him go on like this.' It’s crueL He seems to be in such distress.” '1 can, of course,” Bryan returned. “But I thought Mr. Clyde was anxious to have everything he said reported, and— ’’

“Oh, do give him something," she insisted. Bryan left us to obey. I saw him stop at a table near the bed, and in the half light I caught the glint of a h/podermic syringe. But, as if scenting his purpose, Cameron’s voice lulled abruptly. For a second or two he was quiet, and then, before any one of us, I think, suspected Ills purpose, he turned, suddenly, swiftly, and slipped from beneath the bed clothes to the floor where he stood erect, with arms upraised and tensed, shouting in shrill, strident key what seemed to be orders, directed not at one but at a horde. The great bed separated him from both Bryan and myself, but we skirted It in haste, and came upon him before he had taken more than a single step. As we confronted him, his arms lowered and his clenched fists shot forward threateningly. But a far more startling happening at this juncture was his abandonment of his jargon. and his adoption of intelligible English. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Scarcity of Opium Felt.

Codeine, a very largely used narcotic, is more than twice its normal owing to the scarcity of opium. Carbolic acid continues, to advance in price, afid it is not nt all unlikely that the cost of household disinfectants may be lncrer«ed. The most noteworthy of the few articles which have declined in value is glycerin, which, after a long period of high value, now shows signs of coming down in price

EVER READY FOR FIRES

ELABORATE PRECAUTIONS TAK-< EN AT GOVERNMENT POSTS.

Unde Sam Furnishes an Excellent! Example to the Country in This ’ Respect—Few Losses by Conflagrations In the Army.

Perhaps the low percentage of fires in the army is directly due to the fact that guard duty is never suspended. > In daylight and dark, during, peace or in time of war, armed sentries walk their posts scattered everywhere over the garrisons. Falling asleep while on guard is a serious offence. Therefore the guards are always alert Never is a sentry mounted on a post without a cautjon to look out for fires. One of the first charges in a guard’s general orders is one in which he is cautioned to keep a sharp watch for fire. His first duty, in case a building is occupied by humanity, is to warn the occupants. Next he turns in a general alarm. And when fire call is blown by the trumpeter at the main guard house every male member of the garrison, except the guard, is compelled to hurry to the scene of the fire, no matter where he is, and no matter how he is dressed. It is not necessary that a man should be in regulation uniform to respond to a fire call. Military fires do not wait for antagonists in full dress parade costumes, any more than city fires procrastinate while the members of the department make careful toilets.

Once a week, sometimes oftener, in every military \ garrison, large or small, throughout the country, and there are several hundred at home and in our possessions, a fire drill is held. Not a soul save the commanding officer is advised of what hour of the day or night or on what day of the week a fire call will be blown. As fires do not give warning of their coming, writes Monroe Woolley in Insurance Engineering, it is obviously advantageous that a fire drill should be as uncertain.

When the fire call goes, either for drill or for a fight for life and property, the soldiers rush out of their quarters, leave their posts in the con> pany kitchens, and on the drill grounds, picking up fire buckets and fire axes as they go in the race for the fire station. Some may be hatless, some coatless and others shirtless. But it is an honor to be among the first td take hold of the fire equipment.

All the officers dash for the fire house, too, and the highest ranking officer present assumes the duties of fire chief. A run is made with chemical engines and hand drawn hose carts and hook-and ladder trucks for a building designated as the scene of the fire. When the equipment is out for a fire drill the men take advantage of the occasion and play water on the windows of buildings, giving' them a good cleaning. The amount of fire fighting apparatus furnished the posts by the government for their protection is regulated, of course, entirely by the size, and needs of each post.

Confirmed for Rheumatism.

Rev. Joshua Kimber, in his “Rem-' iniscences,” tells the following anecdote of the late Bishop Horatio Pot-' ter: He had been journeying up the east) bank of the Hudson river, stopping so confirmation each day at adjoining' parishes. When he reached Pough-> keepsie he saw a woman at the rail: waiting for confirmation whose face he was sure he recognised and was somewhat familiar with. He was also certain that she had been confirmed, within the week at another place. The, bishop whispered to her to remain; after service, and said: "My dear madam, what do you mean t by coming for confirmation?' I am; sure I confirmed you on Monday atl such a place. Did I not?” She said: “You certainly did. Il have been fololwing you up the river and have been confirmed every day this week.” He, astonished, said: "Why do you. do that?” Whereupon she replied: "Because II heard it was good for rheumatism.”*'

Prussian War Centennial.

The year 1913 marks a notable passage in the history of Prussia. A hundred years ago Prussia rose against . Napoleon, who was already weakened by the retreat from Moscow, and, with the help of Austrians, and also a very large body of Russians, they managed' to drive the French army over the frontier, after defeating it in the tremendous two days struggle at zigMany are the centennial celebmtions that are arranged for this year, and, as a conclusion, it is hoped that the czar will visit the battlefield of Leipzig at the end of the year in company with the kaiser. The Russian cooperation at Leipzig, it should be earplained, was particularly strong, a«d. at least 22,000 Russian troops were killed in the fight

Just the Time.

Husband (casually)—l see they are embalming pet dogs now. z Wife (interestedly)—Oh, isn’t that lovely I That's what I'll have done to Fldo. Hubby (enthusiastically)—Just the thing! Give him to me and 111 have it dons today.