The Syracuse Journal, Volume 16, Number 33, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 13 December 1923 — Page 2

The Cortlandts of Washington Square

■ -■— , > - “YOU ARE ADORABLE" . - SYNOPSIS.— Returninc to her tkome in a «>*»• “”1°? enter. from a visit to M* ithe widowed mother of »•"< *ld Ann Byrne announces ner ■ w«4dlng to Hudson Cortlandt. itoctally and politically pront- • nenu Her husband has not been i told about Ann. and the new wife tsars he will be displeased. With Ann. Mrs. Cortlandt relu ™’ * New York, to the house of Hendricks Cortlandt. her husband s brother, with whom the latter ’• living. Hudson practically refuses to have anything to do with Ann. and the child is gladly adopted by Hendricks Cortlandt. Ann’s mother and atep- , father are lost at sea. Ann dlls a gap In Hendricks Cortlandt a lonely heart. The situation is resented by Mm R* nne Hendricks’ sister. whose • on ‘ Hendricks, has been looked upon ; as the natural heir to the CortJandt wealth. The Civil war , ‘’breaks out. A tentative en »*s"' ment between young Rennesiyer ; and Ann Is understood, the youth enlisting. War hospitals are established in New York, and Ann takes up the work of cheering the' wounded back from the ! fbont. with her guardian. Ann visits Rennesiyer In his ment on the outskirts of Washington and meets noted people. ; Ann devotes herself to Densley Howard, a dying soldier, who tells her she must not marry / Rennesiyer. Renneslyer's name appears in the death list, soon after Ann had secretly written breaking off their engagement Hendricks Cortlandt goes to Europe. Ann hears that Rennesiyer Is alive, and starts for the front Circumstances plunge her Into the thick of the Gettysburg straggle. CHAPTER Xll—Continued. , All ground the seminary the battle raged, but Ann had no time to wonder where the victory lay. She was not certain which army had possession of the town, but she knew that the ground in the front and about the - seminary building was held by Union troops. There was great activity among them, and off to the right a constant deafening sound of artillery. The . nearer guns hud been placed tn a grove; only the smoke from them oozing through the tree-tops, white nnd thin in the dead air. betrayed where they were placed. The fighting was so near now that often the wounded came In without stretchers; they crawled back from the front by (themselves, or were roughly helped by ft less eerlsusly hurt companion. Ann did not know what time It was when the devastating news came that General Reynolds had been killed, but after that she worked grimly on. without hope of a victorious Issue from the fighting. Men lay for hours with their wounds , aadreoaed. their lives ebbing away hlowly with the seeping blood that titalned their blue uniforms. At three o'clock rhe last of the scraped lint was Used and an hoar later every sheet ijind towel tn the place had been torn Into strips to staunch wounds Across the yard to the south was a smaller building, and Ann decided to search there for linen. She paused for a moment on the step; the yard below her eras crowded with excited violent men, end off to the right she could see that the regiments bolding the gnfte of trees had been swept back to the ridge Just in front of the seminary. She plunged down Into the whirlpool below her and was flung back and forth, impotently. There was much incoherent shouting, and suddenly, while she looked, a band of men in uniforms swept over the crest of the hill, almost upon her. Close op their heels were men In gray. The Union men were In a panic of retreat They bora down on Ann with an Irresistible force, and she found herself carried along with them until they all brought ■ep against the seminary fence on the All Around the Seminary the Battle Raged. ether side of the knoll. There they 1 paused for a moment, breathing hard, and Ann demanded spiritedly to be allowed to go back to the hospital. A clamor of opposition arose at the suggestion, and a young lieutenant appeared out of the confusion. i’ You can’t go back.” he said briefly. "The enemy will have this hill Inside Ulf an hour. You must come along •Uh us." ft was in-rain the girt pleaded her <utle«; the was firm In his decision that she shoula not fall Into the hands of the enemy. Two soldiers lifted her over the crisscross log fence, and, once on the. other side, rhawwMeof flight took poasraghm of her/to? and she hurried breathlessly along With her rescuers. They bore on toward the town, although no one seemed to know why. Rumors that the enemy already held It shook the retreating troops. They were able to make an entrance, however, and Ann found the commonplace, homely streets inexpressibly heartening Unexpectedly, at an angle tn rhe village - r .-'r. .si ... s 3 . .. .

By Janet A. Fairbank ’ Copyright by The Bobbe-JHerrUl Co. street, they came upon a band of Union men. At the ring of the officer’s voices Ann swung around; above the men towered a commanding figure; she looked, and swept her fingers over her eyes and looked again. Fear dropped away before her incredulity. She could not believe her eyes, but it was Hendricks, there was no doubt about It, and she laughed aloud in crazy relief. As she plunged toward him she could hear his voice braying out an Infuriated command. He turned as she came, and fell back In stupefied amazement. It seemed to her a long moment before recognition came into his dumfounded face. “Ann!" he gasped at length. “Good G—d —Ann!" As for Ann. foolish tears were pouring down her cheeks, and she could only nod, with a forced and trembling smile. Hendricks shifted his revolver to his left hand, and shook her violently with his right. “What in h—l are you doing here?” he demanded urgently. His hand on her arm hurt, and Ann gulped down her tears, and pulled back. “Oh, Hendricks, you aren't dead, after all!" she said Incoherently. He towered above her In furious question. “What are you doing here?" lie repented, as he turned to shake a clenched fist In the direction of the i invisible enemy. “What in G—d’s name are you here for?" “You are not dead!* Ann repeated stupidly, and added, with a flash of Joyous self-revelation, “I'm glad I” Self-respect came back to her, and clothed her gloriously. “You can’t stay here," Hendricks was shouting. He whirled her back b under a portico. “It’s no place for . a young lady—can’t you see that? t Why didn’t you stay In New York? f Why don't you stay with the Sanitary s commission? Why do you have to fol--9 low me?" i “I’m all right." Ann protested unconvincingly, “now that I’ve seen you." t “All right?" he echoed. He took off t his cap and flung It violently on the b ground. “You’ve got to get away! i You’ve got to make the Baltimore i pike, where our people are coming up. » I can’t go with you! I can't leave 1 here!" Ann looked at him at tent I veI 1/; his face had hardened into sterner 9 lines, and his mouth was firm set. She ; was extraordinarily proud of him; r looking at him. she was animated by a p sensation of the sweetest affection — the most soft slsterllness. s Some one came up to them in the t momentary Isolation of their intert view, and Ann turned to see a slim - young man. whose trim figure, in the i midst of the battle grime, gave her a swift impression of elegance. He s ' saluted Hendricks, and said. “Is there I anything I can do? Your wife—lt t ' would give me pleasure to conduct » her to the rear." His English was i tinged with a faint alien accent, Ann I thought. 1 “Well, take her. then.” Hendricks « answered ungraciously. “Some one f must look after her! Find our army—i Baltimore pike. She can go through • to the rear. Go on, Ann. In G—d’s ’ name don’t stand there I Go on I" . | The stranger put out his hand, and ! I pulled Ann toward him. “Pardon," he f murmured with amazing conventlonal- ’ ity. “It Is well to make haste." He ' pushed his arm through hers, and hurried her back down the street, empty, > under the enemy's fire. As they ran, Hendricks came plunging after them. ‘ “Ann!" he shouted. "Ann. who are you wearing that mourning for? Under 1 "No,” Ann called back. “For you!" 1 And her last glimpse of him showed 1 him bursting from a haze of bewlider- ■ ment back Into action. Afterward Ann could not have said how they found their way out of the panic-stricken town of Gettysburg. She had only confused memories of being pulled out of the road while groups of soldiers charged past, of lurking under protecting porticos. of dodging around houses, and in and out of bark yards. “Baltimore F her escort murmured vaguely. "It is—where?” “It doesn't make any difference where we go,” Ann urged him; “just so we get away from this horrible town." The farther fields were strangely empty and peaceful. In the golden light. Near at hand small bands of men were running about; It was hard to believe them anything but aimless. Fugitives passed them in compact groups, or strung along singly. To avoid them Ann and her escort bore to the left, and came upon a road that led up to the hilltops beyond the town; Union artillery was moving along it, and the two fell In behind one of the six-mule wagon a . Ann's protector was halted twice, but he produced mysterious papers which cleared their way and soon they were free of the actual battle. A long , straight road stretched before them. It was the Baltimore pike. Ann paused, unwilling, but firm. “You must go back," \ she cried, . “back to your regiment! I shall be all right." She managed to smile, shakily. He looked at her with singularly intent brown eyes. “I have no regiment . , . I am not even American. , . . Come, it is late.", he • added urgently. “We must find your ■ Sanitary commission before the night. It should come up this read, from Washington." They plunged on, making the best time they might, over ground deejdy cut by the heavy ari tHlery wagons and congested with the , traffic of the battle. Officers vrith little knots of aides about them galloped by, in a frantic ! hurry, and a column of cavalry, carbfoes across their saddles, came near ► rifling them down. The men were Hogging their blown horses mercilessly. 1 and they called out questions about • the day's .battle. Ann’s protector I nulled last into the roadside bedxe to allow them to pass; the moment’s was Like a tonic to theexhausted

to the fields, and gradually, as they walked on. the firing became more Impersonal. It was very bad footing. Ann's skirts caught continually on the stubble, and after a few minutes of this, when, stooping to loosen an entangled fold, she was conscious of feeling alarmingly dizzy. In the fields they found other refugees from the battle. There were men trying to find a short-cut to their regiments, men looking for food, for water, for a place In which to die. Countless numbers of wounded had wandered away from the fighting, but Ann no longer took in their sufferings, and once she drank greedily from an abandoned canteen; the lukewarm water was Inexpressibly precious. ... She was only halfconscious that her elbow was being held kt a * close grasp, but now and then, when her companion spoke to her. It seemed to her that she was a long time in answering him. When the world was filled with a red sunset glow Anil's escort caught the rein of a wandering horse that blundered against them, and with an encouraging word to the girt, swung himself into the big cavalry saddle. When he repeated what he had said. ► ■ I > I j “We Must Find Your Sanitary Commission Before the Night.” and Ann understood that he wished her to climb up behind him on the horse thut loomed so high above her, she shook her bead childishly. Her companion reached down, and shook her shoulders sharply. “Come up at once." he said. She never remembered Just how she finally managed to climb up. She had an indistinct recollection of some confused argument about it. but it all merged mistily Into the time that followed, when she sat balanced on the horse's wide back, her arms about a stranger’s neck, and her cheek against his shoulder chafed by his rough uniform. . . . She gathered that they were lost, but It did not seem Important. . . . With the angry red sunset, the firing reluctantly ceased. Ann had fallen asleep, her head on the foreigner's shoulder, and he had turned in the saddle to slip one arm about her yielding body, when the horse stumbled heavily over some trifling obstacle and he lurched unsteadily. Ann rousetl herself unwillingly. "Where are weF The stranger shrugged, in the darkness. “Who knows? The question is, are you exhaustedF Ann did not answer, but It was, ladubltably, the question; she was almost at the end of her strength. A little farther on they came to a clearing o the roadside, where the darkness was less enveloping. The horse stopped, wistfully, and stretching out his nose, he neighed. A startlingly quick answer came from the gloom; there was a burst of raucous barking and the sound of a chain resisting the rashes of a dog. “It must be that there is a house. Shall we see*’ Ann slipped down; she was so stiff that for a moment she could scarcely stand, and she dung to the stirrup leather helplessly. She wanted to go

Torch Bums Under the Water

Science Ha* Proved That Writer** Imagination Had Firm Foundation of Truth. Jolee Verne, out of the Inexhaustible resources of a boundless imagination, painted word pictures of fantastic and seemingly impossible inventions, submarines, airships and others, but the world has lived to see most of then, come true. An American writer, ' during the World war, wrote a Action story for a weekly magazine in which lie described a submarine trapped by underwater steel chains, being saved by a diver who slipped through a hatchway and cut the chains with an uxy-acety- . lene torch. An engineer in the underwriters’laboratories at Chicago read the story and set out to find whether a torch could be developed to bum under water. Today, a* a result. British deep-sea divers are trylhS t 0 <^ t up the salvage ships sunk during the war by burning their steel plates apart far beneath the ocean surface. Engineers at the laboratory, learning of the English use of the torch, have just revealed their experimental wt ,rk. done five years ago. An oxygen and acetylene torch contains in Itself * n tbe elements necessary for combustion under water, <»r 1 any place else. The only problem w.ss 1 to find some method of dispersing the 5 water between the flames and the metal to be cut,, in order that the L 6,000 degree Fahrenheit temperat re of the torch might be brought i»*to i play- ’ The problems was finally solved by : . .1. >l. ... w_-c • >5 Z... .

THE SYRACUSE JOURNAL

With her protector when be left her to explore, for she wus more afraid of the dark than she had been of the Confederate guns; and when her friend came groping back through the gloom and touched her unexpectedly with his, outstretched hand, it was with difficulty that she stifled an Impulse to scream. Instead, she seized hlq arm and held to it convulsively. “It is all very well,’’ he was saying reassuringly. “It is a house, and a fire that we may yet save—but the people have left. It must be because, of the battle.” He looked at her with great gravity, “Wilf you comeF **ComeF echoed Ann, bewildered. There seemed to be nothing else for her to do, but she hung back, with a flashing thought of her guardian. “You mean—stay there, with youF “We have no choice- We are lost you know, and in this darkness It is impossible to find the road. I know not but we may ride Into the Confederate lines." “But is there nothing else to doF “What? I ask you.” “I can’t think of anything I" she said miserably. "And I am monstrously tired!” The house was very small and mean, but there was a dwindling fire, and n pile of kindling beside it; In a moment a blaze sprang up, and filled the room with dating light. . . The young officer brought bedding from an Inner room, and, arranging it at a comfortable distance from the fire, he insisted upon seating Ann ceremoniously before he went to unsaddle the horse. She told herself primly that it would not do to doze, but her escort did not return. ... It seemed a long time. . . . She slipped down lazily upon the blankets, murmuring that she must keep awake, then she slumped over, helpless with sleep. . . . She was indefinitely aware of her companion's return, and of his arranging something to shield her from the heat of the fire. She awoke reluctantly in the morning. . . . She was stiff from her exertions of the day before, and stupid from deep sleep; she stretched her sinuous body luxuriously and smiled at the antics of her hoops. For a moment she thought that she was alone in the strange place, and the glance she flung abroad bad panic in It, but as she met the steady gaze of her companion of the night before, from his place across the room, she smiled, like a reassured child. He did not speak, but only continued to look at her, so she said nervously, “Good morning." Then, wishing to break the tension of that unquietlng gaze, she glanced beyond him through the window, where the green hills loomed distinctly through the woolly brown of the rain. “It is morning, isn’t it?" she Inquired. “Have we been here—all night F She flushed with her question, hotly. The man got stiffly to his feet. “Yes,” be said. "It is the first dawn." "I wonder where we are.” He smiled, under the dashing line of his black mustache, and shrugged his shoulders. "We are out of the world —you and I." Ann’s eyes widened. “Like babes in the woods." she agreed. “Only there are no robins. ... I wonder if 1 there Is anything to eat?" ' “I have heard chickens. It Is possible there are eggs." “Eggs!” echoed Ann rapturously. “Do go and look for them!” She seized the opportunity of his absence to rearrange her tumbled hair, and to wash her face and hands at a pump In the yard. She was greatly cheered after these simple rites, and more ready to face her decidedly unconventional situation. He had found eight eggs, and a forgotten pall half filled with berries, and Ann discovered the remains of a hoe cake; it was not a bad breakfast. As she regretfully finished her last egg. Ann said. “Do you know that I don’t even know your name? And yet—!" She broke off with a smiling glance about her. “My name is Guido," he answered. “Guido Avezzana. I am in your country as military observer for my king —for Victor Emmanuel." It had never occurred to Ann before that it was a romantic thing to serve a king, but she liked the way in which he announced bis allegiance, and her beaming eyes betrayed her. Avezzana leaned toward her as he talked. Interest In his own. What they said was unimportant. She told him that she had never been

adding a third tank, containing compressed air, to the equipment, and surrounding the tort* head* with a larger metal tube. In use under water, the blast of air passed through the large tube and forced the water back, making way for the flame. . A small experimental set was bnUt and a strip of window screen wire placed in a mb of water for the experiment The flame burned throueh the metal without difficulty. The paradox of flame under water while startling to the nninltlate. is not hard to produce. Any Inflammable substance which contains In itself suf flcirnt ovygen to keep combustion going will burn, even though immersed in the element which is supposed to extinguish Are. One of the commonest examples is the ordinary nitrocellulose photographic film, the laboratory experts pointed out Touch a match to a piece of this film and then Immerse the flaming fragment tn water The film contains sufficient oxygen tn keep burning. Nitrocellulose film u made of the same materials as gungroater amount payable to a new payee. Trajectory Expert From a yachting story—“ She leaned *** <*>•• eled chin dropped her eyes to the hori-ron.“-Boston Evening , . Fine Natures Easily Read. Flne w natures are like poems; * glance at the first two lines suffices for a guess Into rhe beauty that await* you if yo« read ott—Bulwer ' i

in Italy—no, nor In Europe, although she spoke French rather well, really, and she reluctantly admitted that she knew no Italian. It was a beautiful language, she commented, and he replied with a burst of liquid syllables, that, translated, made Ann stiffen selfconsciously. She told herself, sensibly, that to say a language was not so beautiful as she wns too absurd a statement to notice, but her careless laugh was a trifle delayed. Avezzana did not laugh, but he smiled subtly, , and his eyes remained Intent. Under their regard, Ann became at length, is spite of herself, uneasily* silent Even a half pall of berries topping off four eggs each, will not last two healthy young people forever, and as the last delicious morsel vanished, Avezzana. who had not failed to take Iq Ann’s morning freshness, said suddenly, “Is It, then, that you love him so much?" In her amazement Ann dropped the pail; it cluttered on the bare floor with an entirely disproportionate amount of noise. “Love whomF she demanded, honestly puzzled. “Your captain." “Hendricks?” Her white teeth showed In a reminiscent little grin; it amused her to have the old question so squarely put “You came through danger to see him.” - “Yes—that’s true.” She smiled wickedly at his confusion. The young Italian regarded her with eyes that were almost tragically intense; it was evident that he found the situation too much for him. “Why did you come?" he asked, and his voice took a deeper note. She became somewhat nervous under his Increasing solemnity. “I came because we all thought he was dead," she explained, “and then I heard be wasn’t—but I had to be sure." “You wondered, possibly. If you were—free?" She nodded her bright head. “Exactly." Avezzana leaned nearer, across the table. His manner was somehow changed; he was In a cubtie fashion, more intimate, and, without taking time for thought, Ann pushed her chair back, instinctively. “We must be getting started,” she announced. Her companion continued to look at her; speculation had leaped into his black eyes, “Do not make baste,” he urged. “It is a pity to leave this—our little house.” Regardless of the tension she sensed In the closed room, Ann laughed. “It isn’t much to boast of—our little house.” she commented lightly. “Although it did keep us from the rains." Avezzana frowned. “You will admit, madame. that I have been well behaved here.” Remembrance of his kindness of the day before swept over Ann. “You are so good!" she cried remorsefully. "And I am such a bother!" “When you are gone, I fear what you call my goodness may be a thing I shall regret." The girl looked the interrogation she lacked the courage to voice, and he continued. “It is because you are. so beautiful.” “You mustn’t say that to me." “Why not?” “Well; It's ridiculous, for one thing." Avezzana continued to look at her closely. “I thought possibly—because of —your husband.” "My—husband F Ann’s tone vibrated with amazement, and suddenly her eyes widened, and a light danced in them, as the delicious realization came to her that the young Italian thought her a married woman. “You mean Hendricks?” she said demurely. “I suppose perhaps he wouldn’t like it.” “And do you never do anything of which he disapproves F “I never do anything else!" “Then—why not be kind to me!" “But I am kind, am I not? I want to be." He may have thought her wistfulness provocative, and probably be did not realize that, tn the simplicity of the Puritan ’sixties, even had she been llj 14 ft. IV 7 it - r re I r £‘rV» i “You Will Admit, Madame, That I Hava Bean Well Behaved Here." the experienced matron he took her for, she would in all probability have been honestly amazed by his advances. He seized her hand, and bent over it, across the little table. “You are adorable!" he cried, his restraint released. He was unprepared for the strength with which she wrenched herself free, although he made no effort to hold her. “Please don’t.” she whispered feebly. She was trembling all.M>ver, so that she could scarcely speak. “If you do not wish it—no I” he said, instantly compliant, “but you are like nothing I have seen before. How Is it possible that I should not love youF Obeying an instinct to escape, .Ann swiftly opened the door and stood in the frame, a black silhouette against the luminous gray. She swung toward him in crisp indignation. “But you think I am married! How can you talk to me about love. In the flurry of her panic she retreated through the open door, and 'stepped unexpectedly out into the rain. She looked back at Avezzana with entreating eye*,

“Please," she begged puwu»«a. you get the horse?” The Italian did not hesitate; for. according to his code, the moment bad come when pursuit was no longer possible. He only gave her a stricken look as he passed her. just outside the door. He returned much more quickly than she had expected; he came runi nlng across the little yard that lay i between the shed and the house, and Ann knew at once that'something had happened. “Your people are just here,” he called —“at the next house. I see them across the fields —men and women. There is a wagoq, too, with , ‘U. S. San. Com.’ painted on it” I Relief flashed radiantly across Ann’s face. “Let us go quickly, and see." Avezzana came up to her. “You must go alone," he said. “You need never say that I was with you—since yesterday. ... I must take the , horse, and leave you at once." “You are going back to the battleF Avezzana held out his hand and , , \ nodded. “Good-by," he said, smiling with somber eyes. The girl put her hand in his, trust- ! fully enough now that -there wus , familiar companionship only a field I away. “I cun’t thank you." she murmured. The young man said nothing at all, j but he looked at her with tragic eyes, which somehow made her think of an actor's, and after a moment he kissed the hand he held, swiftly and not too | impersonally. Ann continued to stand looking after him. while he led the horse from the shed, and, with a ware of his hand to her, mounted, after the Italian method —a spirited leap from , the ground to the saddle. He was al- i most ar the gate, when Ann sprang after him. “Wait," she called. “Please wait!" She ran lightly over to him, and came as near to the fidgeting horse as she > might. “There is something I must tell you,” she said urgently. “I am not married to Hendricks!” Avezzana’s face gleamed down on 1 her, frozen with astonishment. “To whom, then?" “To no one. I am—just a girL I wanted you to know." The young Italian started. “It is, then, all the more reason why I should not be found here,” he said, true to his code. “But —a rivedercl, Signorina.” In a moment he had disappeared around the bend in the little lane, where the insistent guns were calling, CHAPTER Xlll En Route. , When the battle was over, the Sanitary commission unit which Ann joined moved into the town of Gettysburg. and with great difficulty the girl' managed to get a message through to New York announcing Hendricks* well-being. The result was as she had feared, a bombardment of telegrams from Mrs. Cortlandt clamoring for her immediate return, but as there were not nearly enough nurses at,the front, and as at last she was where she had for so long wanted to be, Ann ignored the summons. She thought she had, in the past two years, learned all about the misery of the wounded soldier, but she had known nothing like the suffering she j found tuere. She was put to work in an operat-ing-room ; sometimes she mopped the floor, where blood spread like a crimson lake, and sometimes she forced stimulants between white and Icy lips, endeavoring to snatch men back to life when they were already in the grasp of death himself. She worked all day and far Into the night, and she was so tired that her sensibilities were mercifully dulled. Her feet ached, her back ached, her eyes ached, her very soul ached, as she beheld the courage of her suffering soldiers. Never in all her life before had she been so sure that she was doing the right thing, and she was determined to stay until the crisis was over. Unfortunately, however, Mrs. Cortlandt knew a colonel, and she was not a woman to let privilege lie Idle; a week after the battle ended the girl was officially ordered home. The blow was somewhat softened by the fact that the Sanitary commission was sending trains of wounded to | the North as fast as the railroad could handle them, and Ann was detailed cs a nurse in transit. In charge of a car. She was so busy getting her patients on board, hobbling about on aching feet, in an endeavor to make them comfortable, that she left Gettysburg without so much as a final glance down the street on which she i bad marched to adventure. Her patients were all convalescent, and by [ • the time the train started they were I quite happily established on their cots, in high anticipation of getting home. As the train swung around the J curve, with a great slatting and jolting of loose link couplings, Ann glanced idly back at the village, and, for the first time in days, remembered ; the romantic Italian wno had taken , charge of her In the midst of the battle. In the absorption of her work in the hospital, she had entirely forgotten him, but now she was sorry that she had not seen him again. She felt very grateful to him, now she came to think about it, and as she recalled his gallantries she smiled condonlngly. They had gone perhaps fifteen miles on their way, when the door at the j forward end of the car opened, and a i group of officers, beaded by a colonel, came in. She could hear the colonel’s i voice above the rattie of the train, as he explained the government’s system in transporting its wounded, and she looked up. curiously, to see to whom i he was giving this information. There were half a dozen officers in baggy Federal uniforms, surrounding a slight young man in a braided coat Something about his back made Ann’s breath catch in her throat; she had already flushed when he turned and. over the cots of the wounded men. met her beaming eyes. It was Avez zana. •Is there a decent man in this gang? Stand by me, boysl” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

WOMEN OF MIDDLE AGE Relieved of Notouzbcm and Other Distressmf Aihnent* by Lydia E. Pinkham I '* Vegetable Compound N. Y.__“j first took Lydia Vegetablecompound four

years ago, and am taking it now for the Change of Life and other troubles and I receive great benefit from it. 1 am willing to let you use my letter as a testimonial because it is the truth.* I found your booklet in my letterbox and read it carefully,and that is how I came to take the

llllllllllilllllllll

Vegetable Comfiound myself. It has given me quiet nerves so that I sleep all night, and a better appetite. I have recommended it already to all my friends and relatives.’’—Mrs.Englemann,2o32 Palmetto St,Ridgewood, Brooklyn, N.YFor the woman suffering from nervous troubles causing sleeplessness, headache. hysteria, r ‘the blues,’’Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound will be found a splendid medicine. For the woman of middle age who is passing through the trials of that period, it can be depended upon to relieve the troubles common at that time. Remember, the Vegetable Compound has a record of nearly fifty years of service and thousands of women praise its merit, as does Mrs. Englemann. You should give it a fair trial now. Cuticura Soap ——The Healthy — ! Shaving Soap Cvtiear* Soap without mng EvarrwhoraSe. American Type. An American racial type exists and has existed for three hundred years. It is the type that speaks English as Its ancestral language, that draws Its finest inspiration from the literature j written in English and finds Its political ideals in the great charters ot liberty which represent the conscious struggle of more than a thousand years. The prevalent American type indeed, is the type that settled the na tion in colonial times, fought the Amer lean Revolution, wrote the Declaration of Independence, and formulated th» ; Constitution. —World's Work. “CASCARETS” FOR LIVER AND BOWELS—IOC A BOX Cures Biliousness, Constipation. Slci Headache.lndlgestlon. Drag stores. Adv A Safe Way. He was talking to his friend Scribbler, the journalist. “Do you believe in writing anonymously?” he asked the hero of the pen. Scribbler looked to see that the door of his study ere he replied in a confidential whisper: “Well. I've often wished that one ot > my productions had been anonymous." "What was that?" “A letter proposing to Mrs. Scribbler,” groaned the writer. A Standard for 90 Years. As a laxative and blood purifier there Is nothing bettey than Brandreth Pills In use throughout the world.—Adv. Silent Admiration. A clergyman with a large nose war Invited to tea with a woman who had a talkative child, whom his mother warned severely not to pass any radr remarks during the meal. The boy’s eyes were fixed on th< ; clergyman so long that the mother frowned upon the child, whereupon h» shouted. “It’s all right, mother; I’m not go Ing to say anything. I’m only looking at It!" MANY PEOPLE HAVE COLDS Almost An Epidemic—Father • John’s Medicineof Great Value Doctors say that there seems to be a wave of colds In this section at tjii* time. It Is worth remembering that Father John's Medicine is of partlcu-

.SF-Ww- <sr ;x -, Scg > 1

lar value treating colds and coughs and giv-! ing strength to ' ward off the ' danger of catch- . ing cold. The basis of Father j John’s Medicine ' has always been cod liver oil combined with other elements ] which soothe and heal the I breathing tract I At > the samel time nourishing I food elements

are quickly taken up and made inlc new flesh and strength, thereby greatly increasing the power of resistance Father John’s Medicine does its work without narcotic drugs or stimulants. 1 rvl y j I Greaffy Aid Digestion Ton® up the stomach and bowels; relieve dfetrem after anting: break up gas: canjr off waste. Busy to . take. Qtrickm action. Women find James* Capsule* paxtfcutariv wah> correcting wtnmerh and bowel distmbnsces during pregnancy and change of fife, when ttass organs are unusually sansitrve. Cantata no hebtsdscntag drug*. At *0 druggists er 60 emt* by m*U postpaid from Jaques Capsule Co., Plattsburg, N. V.