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A BEAUTIFUL GHOST. Synopsis.—Spalding Nelson is oc"cupying the apartments of his great-uncle, Rufus Gaston. The Gastons, leaving on a trip, tell him about mysterious noises and •‘whispers” that have scarfed them. He becomes, acquainted with Barbara ■ Bradford, who lives in the same big building. He instinctively dislikes and distrusts the superintendent. Wick. The (mysteries in his apartments begin with the disappearance of the Gaston pearls from tiie wall safe. He decides not to call in the police,’but to do his own investigating. It is soon evident that someone has access to his rooms. Becoming friendly with Baroara, he learns that her apartments are equally mysterious. She tello him that several years before her sister Claire, who lives with her. had made a run-away marriie>“ with an adventurer, from whom she was soon parted, and the marriage had been annulled. Claire is engaged to be married and someone has stolen documents concerning the affair from tho Bradford apartment and is attempting to blackmail the Bradfords. Nelson takes Miss Kelly, the telephone girl, to dinner with the idea of pumping her. Gorman, a hotel detective, recognizes her as the wife of Lefty Moore, a noted burglar. Nelson partly confides in the detective and arranges to meet him.

CHAPTER Vl—Continued. “You're right about that,” I replied, “and say, look here. Why can't you meet me ‘somewhere tomorrow afternoon. There are a lot of mysterious things happening in the Granddeck. Maybe you can help me in trying to clear them up.” “It's a date. I’ll be in the back room .cf Jim Connor's place over on Third avenue at three o’clock waiting for you.” ’ •I'll be there,” I said, as I bade him good night. j “Hold <m n minute," lie said. “Do you know where Lefty Moore’s wife Il ves now?” I recalled the number she had told rae,to give the taxi man and repeated •t to him, an address’ way over on East Sixty-second street near the river. “I like to know them sort of things.” .he explained. “In bur business you never know when you’ll be needing /.hem,” <m my way home, sifter J left-him, I congratulated myself on having made James Gorman’s acquaintance. In him I had found a man with police and detective experience. The fact that he held a responsible posffloh with a big hotel ought to be sufficient voucher tor his honesty. Os course Miss Bradford must be consulted before I met Gorman the next afternoon. I could hardly tell him my own almost unbelievable experiences without bringing In the attempts to blackmail her sister. Surely Miss Bradford would not object to my plan. We were making such poor headway in solving the mystery ourselves that I was certain she would welcome Gorman's advice. And would it not be a surprise to Barbara Bradford to learn that a •criminal —or at least the vwife of a criminal —was employed as a telephone girl in the apartment house? I was hoping that she would be at home and f n her room when I arrived at the ‘.Tioiise so that I might signal her and «?ll her my great news at once. I let myself Into the apartment and without bothering to turn on the lights .made iny way back toward my own IJ W’W As the Light Flooded the Room There Was a Suppressed Scream Followed by a Frightened Gasp. room. As I reached the end of the hall my ears detected a scuffling noise that seemed to come from my quarters?. I stopped stock-stijl and listened breathlessly. Unquestionably there was someone in my room. I tiptoed softly forward. As I crept along in the darkness! making no sound. I found .myself devoutly wishing for some weapon. Os course it might be Barbara, who had entered by means of the ledge to leave some message for me, but if it were not she, I felt certain that I would discover who was at - the bottom Os the plots against ns. i I gained the doqir without my presence having been discovered. In the dim half-light that came from the open window I could detect a figure standing on a chair apparently feeling along the wall near the ceiling. I recalled with curiosity that it was from that spot that the whispers I had heard had seemed to comg. Inch by Incn I edged noiselessly forward. my eyes on the intruder until at last my fingers found the electric light button. As the light flooded the room

there was a suppressed scream, followed by a . frightened gasp. The figure on the chrtir turned quickly and faced me. I saw that it was a woman, a badly frightened woman, with her hands clutching jat her heart. Almost instantly I recognized her. It was not Barbara Bradford, but her sister, Claire. She wan clad in some sort of a djirk house gown thrown over her nightgown. Heif slippered feet were bare of stockings, and her hair hung in ai great braid down her back. AS I stared at her she sprang from the chair and made a rush for the open window. J, grabbed for her and though she'fought desperately I manto hold heif fast and to drag her away from the window. After a moment’s futile resistance she suddenly collapsed in myj arms, moaning in a. tense whisper: “Let me go,• please let me go.” I .placed her (in a chair, and still keeping a tight! hold on one of her arms, studied hler, debating what to do. What desperate motive could have driven this girl to the daring journey acrossJthe narrow ledge by which she had gained access to my quarters? Was [she, I wondered, once more in the power of that evil exhusband of hers,[driven by fear of him to such desperate deeds. “Let me go,” she moaned again. “Not until yiu tell me what yon were doing in nay rooms,” 1 answered 5 firmly. “I did not know there was any one herb. I thought the apartment was vacant. I thought the Gastons were away” ! “But why did! you come?” “I can’t tell fha’,” she moaned. “I can’t! I can’t!” “You must,” 1 repeated. “I am g’oing to keep you! here until you do tell me.” “You must not keep me here,” she said. “I don't \i ant my people to know about my havinjg been hero. You look like a gentlemap. Please let me go.” “Doesn't Barbara—doesn't your sister know you aye here?” At my mention of her sister’s name an expression of amazement, escaped hen “[Who are you?” she asked excitedly. “How did you know who I was?” “I am a friend of your sister,” I answered. “She will teii you who I am. You must trust me. I feel I have a right to know what you are doing here. Won’t you tell me?” A strange look" came jnto her eyes amp she shook her head. “(You wouldn’t understand. I was trying to trace: the whispers.” “The whispej-s!” I cried excitedly. “You have heard them, toe?” “Often,” she said. “I heard them tonight. Mother and Barbara were out! to the theater. They seemed to conie from near the ceiling in my sis- , tor's room. They seemed to vanish in the direction of this room. ' I thought there yk’as no one here. I de-. Cided to creep along the ledge and see If I could traeb them.” “And did you succeed?” She shook her head. “When I first came in this room I coqld still heajr them. They seemed to be coming from up near the ceiling. I got up on a [chair and put my ear to I the wall to listen. Then they stopped altogether and then—you came in. May 1 go now—before tny mother comes home?” “On one condition,” I answered, “that you tell ;your sister about your having been here.” “I’ll teU her if you wish me to,” she replied, “anjl now, please may I go? Could you let i me out of your dopr’ SeC, I brought a key to our ppartment with me. I don't think I dal*e make thalt trip across the ledge tonight.” As I escorted her to the door, my mind in a whirl over the events jf the evening, I suddenly remembered how important it was that I should see her sister for a Ipng talk oefore I kept my appointment with Gorman. “Tell your sister,” I said, to Claire Bradford as she departed, “that it is imperative thajt she meet me at luncheon tomorrow; 1 have news of the utmost importance—news that concerns all of us. Tell her to meet me 'at the Astor at one. She must come.” “I'll tell her*” she replied. CHAPTER VII. It was the next evening that I made my astounding discovery, when pure chance led mes plump into what both Barbara Bradford and I recognized at [once as oujr first real clue to the mysteries surrounding us. My find came unexpectedly at the end of an exciting day. As may be imagined I slept little in the hours following my unexpected meeting with Claire Bradford in my rooms, coming as it did right on top of Detective Gorman’s revelations as to rhe identity of ithe telephone girl. Coupled with these circumstances was the fact that if my hopes were realized,' Barbara would be within a very fqw hours lunching with me for the first time. I just had to see her before I met Gorman. The tale I was ro unfold to him was so improbable, so almost unbelievable/ that I wanted to go over it with her step by step, in order to be able to convince the detective that it was the absolute truth. I codld not, help but realize how preposterous it would sound in the telling. Mr. Gorman could hardly be blamed for believing that my mind had been ihflamed by witnessing too many movie thrillers. ' I ? had proof. There were the entries ill my greatuncle’s diary that I could show. I had the anonymous notes. My story of the strange whispers, if need be, could be confirmed by ' the old laundress, by .- i A

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Barbara Bradford, yes, and by Claire, too. is, if the reason Claire had given to account for her presence in my room was the true one. It sounded logical, and yet I did not place the i confidence in her that I did in Barbara. ' But what I relied on most of all to convince Gorman of the truth of my preposterous tale was his own knowledge of who the telephone girl was. Just when I had reached the deduction that the band plotting against us must have a coadjutor in the building, he had come forward with the knowledge that pointed toward the person most apt to be involved. I was pohdering it all ever in my mind as I left the house to meet Barbara. I was out on the street and just turning the corner when I remembered that I had spent most of the money in my pocket the night before. Retracing my steps, I returned to my apartment and tpok some bills from their hiding-place in the bookcase. As I emerged into the street again. I became aware that across the street was I a man whose appearance seemed j vaguely familiar. As I once more ( turned the corner, walking briskly, I ' glanced back for a second look at ( him and was surpised to see him com- j ing in my direction. Then all at once my subconscious mind came to my rescue. I realized when it was that I had seen him bei fore and what made his appearance so familiar As I left the house not ten minutes ago that very same man had been standing across the street. As I had turned back at the corner he had been coming in my direction just as he was now. He must be following me, trailing me, shadowing me. I determined to test out my theory. At the next corner 1 turned sharply, glancing quickly back as I did so. He was still following me, though on the other side of Iv ■ fl®! I I ifb. “She Shouldn’t Have Gone to Yous Room. That’s Just Like Her, Though.” the street and perhaps half a block away. I went a few steps out of sight and then stopped as if to look in a shop window. He came hurrying around the corner an instant later, slowing down as soon as he spotted me again and walked on slowly qiast ine as if not noticing me- I waited until he was some distance beyond and retracing my steps quickly to the avenue again stopped in the shelter of a building to light a cigar, purposely wasting a number of hardly ten seconds he was back, covertly watching me from the ether side of the street. There was no question ahout It, He was trailing me. But who cenW be having md shadowed? Certainly he was npt in the employ of the IJratV fords or of Detective Gorman. Either he must be one wf the band of plotters. or—l hated to_ voice my suspicion, but somehow the thought of my great-uncle. Rufus kept obtruding itself. It would be just like the suspicious old miser, if it was he who had planned all this devilment, to put me in a position of trust and then to have me watched night and Whoever it was that inspired this pursuit, I determined tv lead my shadow «a merry chase, Jumping into a taxi I hade the driver take me to a department store. Looking back I saw the shadow hastily entering another cplh Arrived at my destination i thrust fare and tip into the driver’s hand and hurrying inside managed to catch an elevator just ascending. One flight up I got out and redescended to the main floor by a staircase at the rear* emerging thence on to a side street. A second taxi took me to the Twenty-eighth street subway station, and there, with no sign of my pursuer, I took a train to Times square and went to the A.stor to meet Barbara Bradford, arriving on the dot of one. She was there awaiting me and we quickly found a secluded table in one of tHe less conspicuous rooms. “I’ve told Claire everything/’ she said as soon as we were seated. “I hope you’re not angry with me.” | “Os course not. You had to tell her. I am sorry to have frightened lher.” “She shouldn't have gone to your room. That’s just like her, though. She always acts on the spur of the moment. She's awfully worried, too, poor girl.” “We can save her,” I said. “Why,” she asked quickly, “what have you learned?” “I was - convinced that they must have someone in the house aiding them. I’ve found out who it is. It’s the telephone girl—Nellie Kelly is the name she goes by.” “I can’t believe it,” cried the girl, shocked at my statement. “She’s only a girl like myself. I have talked to her lots of times. I’m certain there’s nothing wicked or wrong about her.” “I’m afraid there is,” I explained. “I took hey out to dinner last night, to the White Room. The house detective, while she was off telephoning, practically ordered me out of the place because I was with her. She s notorious. Her husband is Lefty Moore, a wellknown burglar. He’s in Sing Sing now. Detective Gorman arrested him. He ought to know.” “Oh, the poor girl,” exclaimed Miss Bradford, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry for her.” “But think of your sister. Think what they are trying to do with Miss Kelly’s aid.”

"But how do yo# know she’s aiding I them ?” “I donft know ff. But I do know that nobody ebtild pull off all the things I that haXM' been happening in the ! without some one there helping them. We’ve found someone used to helping criminals—a criminal’s wife. Isn’t that enough? All we need : to do now is to watch her closely and fasten the thing on her." “How are you going to co that?” “That’s why I insisted on your coming here today. I am to meet Detective Gorman at three. T feel that he could aid us, and I Think we ought to tell him everything.” “Tell the police!” Her face grew white at the thought. “Wouldn’t that mean a scandal —the newspapers and all that sort of thing?” I shook my head decisively. “Gorman’s not with the police now. He is employed as a hotel detective. I But he is just the man we need to help I us. He knows all about criminals and ' how to track them. With his aid we i can quickly clear the vvhole thing up.” “Will you have to fell him every- ' thing—about Claire’s marriage?” I “We’ve either got to tell him everyI thing er nothing.” “Oh, how I wish we did not have to, i The more pbople there are who know ! about things the more likely they are to become public.” “Yet you trusted me with your sister’s secret.” She gave Jne a quick glance of confidence. “You’re different.” “I’m afraid most people would not agree with you. They would regard me as a ’Worthless, discredited young? fellow out of a job." “But it’s not your fault.” “The point is,” I went on,' “that we have reached a place where we need expert advice. Gorman has fortuitousI ly turned up to give it. The. only way is to tell him everything.” For a moment she debated the matter silently, her pretty forehead puckered in thought. “Yes,” she said at last, “I suppose it is the only way. But won't he want a lot of his' services?” I’ “I’AI attend Jo that,” I ■ answered. “I’ll make my great-uncle reward him handsomely for recovering the Gaston ! jewels.” “If he does.” “He must. We’ve got to get them back.” From her hand-bag she produced the tmonyraous letters she had re-, celved and handed them To me. “Will you want to show the detective these?” ■ , “Yes, I think I had beßer. The whole tale sounds so preposterous that I need every bit of corroborative evidence we can muster.’’ For half an hour we 'ingered over the table, discussing all the aspects of the case. Eventually I think I persuaded Miss Bradford that the evidence pointed most damningly to the telephone girl as one of the conspirators or at least one of their aides. She ’ was eager to know what plan of action Gorman would advise and as we parted we arranged to be at our adjoining windows at ten that evening in order that we might have another chat. I found Gorman waiting for me at the place he had mentioned. “I told you that girl was a bad one,” was his greeting. “What do yon niean?” I cried. “What have you learned about her?” “Nothing except that the address she gave you last night was phony. The number she gave is the hospital grounds'’-—he pronounced it “horsi pitaL” “Where does she live, then?” “She’s keeping that under cover. She shook the taxi at Fifty-ninth and Third.’' Qetective Gorman to the I rescue. (TO BE CONTINUE©-) PINS NOT LONG PERFECTED Production of the Really Finished Product Only Dates Back to the Year 1824. In 1775 the American congress, realizing the absolute necessity for pins in the development of the civilisation of the country, offered a bonus of £SO for the first twenty-five dozen domestic pins equal to those imported from England. In 1797 Timothy Harris of England devised the first solid-headed pin. American Inventive genius, as usual, continued on the job until the best idea was hit upon, Lemuel Wellman Wright of this country Invented a machine in 1524 which gave the industry much headway. His machine made solid heads to the pins by a process similar to the making of nails, by driving a portion of the pin itself into a countersunk hole. This was done automatically and consisted of a device by which the wire was seized in two small grooved cheeks. When both cheeks are placed face to face, the wire is held tightly in the groove with a small portion projecting, a small hammer connected with the machine strikes on the projecting portion, thus forming the head. Seven years later, in 1831, John Ireland Howe, a doctor in Bellevue hospital, New York, invented a machine for making perfect solid-headed pins. A company was organized and a factory started at Derby, Conn. Old Chinese Burial Places. Shanghai’s old buildings on the Bund are rapidly disappearing, and with their destruction many discoveries in the way of old burial plqces are being made. While excavating for a new building two Chinese graves were discovered. Upon being opened, the coffins were found to be in a good degree of preservation, considering the length of time they must have been lying in the swamp. The inscriptions upon the stone tablets marking the graves are illigible, so any conecture as to their age is almost Impossible. An urn containing a quantity of bones was also unearthed. More fish are eaten by the Japanese than by any other nation.

PROBLEMS FACING STRICKENWORLD Shall Chaos or Reconstruction in Europe Follow the Great World War? MEN TURNING TO BOLSHEVISM Something Profoundly Disquieting In the Constant Repetition of Word Which Seems to Convey Such a Sinister Meaning. Article XII By FRANK COMERFORD. I met a young American major just back from the French front I had known him for many years. Before the United States entered the war he was one of the many impatient at our delay. He believed that it was our duty to join the fight when the ruthless submarine campaign torpedoed the Lusitania, sending to cold, wet graves American women and children. I distinctly remember his face as he read the headlines in the papers telling of the murderous slaughter of Americans on the high seas. Now when he greeted me he startled me with his first words, “The war is over. I’m a bolshevik.” I did not know what the word meant, yet it carried to my mind an impression, and while the impression was hazy, it was clear at least in one particular. It sounded like the confession of a crime. He had always been of a quiet, conservative type. Before the war one would have judged him to be a pacifist; he was even-tempered, mild of manner, and I still think that before August, 1914, he was a pacifist in head and heart It was o*hly the call of a just cause, the fight for an ideal in which he believed, that had made him a soldier. In this respect he was typical of 90 per cent of his countrymen. I had spoken to him the day he enlisted, for he was one of those who voftmteered, who might have waited for conscription and claimed a just , exemption. Ho was in the beginning of his married life, with two very young children. Kv profession he was an engineer. Going to war meant leaving a wife and two babies, leaving a job that promised advancement. I recall his enthusiasm, the Intensity of his patriotism, his quiet disregard of the danger to himself. lam sure -that tfeerg was little hate in his morale. He saw a danger to the wotld. The honor of his country had been offended against. He was an American, one of those upon whom the duty fell, so he went. He a bolshevik! Why? I was confounded, confused. The only meaning I gave to his remark was that he was an anarchist. The word “bolshevik” sounded red to me. It flared of the torch, photographed disorder, lawlessness—lt registered blood, violence, assassination, force, hate, insanity. I wondered how this nine-lettered word had the vehicle for so many sensations that disturbed peace of mind and sounded alarm. Where had the word come from and what company had it kept that so fouled its soul? What did it really mean—had it a definite yeaning? Was it a bug like the “flu” germ? Had it come among nations to destroy them and to the hearts of men to silence-the heavenly message, “Peace, on earth, good will to men.” Would it run around the world as a scourge? Was it a, postscript to the bloody war lessor, prophesying more anguish hnd tears than four years’ fightipg hud brought? Would the world, coming out of the war benfi now be broken? & Or was it a meaningless myth? Was the word a bogie, a bad joke, a nightmare pressing heavily on a tired, nervous world’s head? Seeking Word's Real Meaning. Or was the meaning that men had read into the word a He? WfiS bob shQvism thd messagO of a new Messiah being cried down by the moneychangers of our time In the same way their ancestors had silenced the word from the Mount and destroyed the Message Bearer with the lash and the cross? 6 In every mind was the thought and from every tongue fell the word. Russia had given the world a word. It had encircled the globe. Everywhere people were speaking the word—it found lodgment in every brain, a living place In every language. Its use had become universal. The old, the young, rich and poor, the learned, the uneducated, the serious, the simple, the toiler, the artist, the poet, and the peddler, the tinker and the thinker, held the thought and spoke the word. Men, women and children spoke the word, read the word, and felt the thought; it carried. To the nine hundred and ninety-nine it was a word of ill-omen, a word of terror and fear. To the one in a thousand it was a word of hope, a light for the feet of a stumbling world, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine said that some of these people called bolsheviks were dreamers of a stfange dream, that twisted idealism had made them mad, that the majority of those who profess faith In bolshevism .were sick with a strange, social fever, that they were mischief-makers, ne’er-do-wells, criminals, that they sought to burn the world. I made up my mind that I would learn the real meaning of the word. The dictionary definition threw no light on Its meaning. I came to the

WHAT DROPPED. The dining, room of a very exclusive residential hotel. Dinner in full swing. Clatter of knives and forks and the usual buzz of conversation. Suddenly, a crash at one end of the room, a sound, of falling dishes. An abrupt pause In the conversation, attention concentrated on the scene of the calamity. Then, suddenly, soaring above a rising murmur of inquiry, one clear voice with the desired information, “Squash, my dear, of all things

conclusion that to leartt what bolshevism is I might with wisdom adopt the scientific method used by the doctor of medicine in arriving at a diagnosis. The doctor examines and gathers' the symptoms, the meaning of the dise'fke. He then determines what diseases' rtilght produce these symptoms. By a 1 process of elimination he discards one rtossibility after another until at last there Is but one disease left one thing that the symptoms cab mean. I discovered at the outset that most of us have the habit of using terms loosely. Seldom do we give time or thought to the exact real meaning of things. The meaning of bolshevism is too Important to the world not to try to understand it There Is a difference between having the acquaintance of a word and knowing; the former is a mere introduction, the latter an intimacy. Since the war, when the fastidious diner wearily orders his consomme and the waiter brings it a bit tardily or cold, he thinks to himself, or if courageous enough to speak his mind, he calls,the cook a bolshevik. He has found a word to express his irritation. It serves his profane feelings and at the same time saves his smug respectability.. See Bolshevism Everywhere. Once the maid asking for an afternoon off provoked a knowing smile. Her mistress granted the request, charged it up to a possible romance and generally suspected the policeman on the beat Since the war it is different. The maid is looked upon with suspicion. Her motives are questioned. The request is considered a symptom of the new terrible disease, bolshevism. The mistress thinks to herself: The maid doesn’t want to work any more; she Is down with the epidemic. The office boy, working the reliable excuse that his grandmother has died again, to get an afternoon off to go to the ball game, is trying to shirk work, in the opinion of his employer, who formerly, when such an application was made from the same source, chuckled as he granted it, while his memory took him back to his own boyhood days when he used the grandmother yarn to answer the call of the ball field. Many captains of industry see the symptoms of the new dread in every movement and thought of the workers. The demand living conditions and decent wages are grudgingly received by minds soured with the thought that it is bolshevism. t The hirers of child labor, looking hatefully at legislation designed to end child slavery, call th’e leaders of child life conservation bolshevists. When doctors and public-spirited men and Women insist that an Irreparable injury is being done the nation ifi allowing women to work for a period in excess of the hours they are able to work without menacing their motherhood, the profiteers frotn woman labor cry out: “You are invading the right of private contract ; your are mad with bolshevism.” Every Sort of Definition. The wag with the wit of a barber defined bolshevism as a wild idea surrounded by whiskers. The saloonkeeper, bowled over by prohibition, screams “bolshevism.” The anti-sa-loon leaders come back with the answer, “Your ‘personal liberty’ cry is only a camouflage for If anyone disagrees with you. don’t grant him the right to an opinion, don’t reason with him—just call him a bolshevik. The word has become an epithet, a popular invective, a slur, an insult, an outlet for contempt, contumely and hate. Its parenthood influences our definition of it. Most of us see the Russians with the eyes of the caricaturists, who for so many years have portrayed the Russian as the moujik With high boots, disheveled hair, wild whiskers, the face of an assassin, the body of a terrorist in action, the suggestion of a long dagger smeared with hot blood, under his greatcoat. If a doctor, making an examination of all of the patients in a hospital, discovered they all had certain symptoms in common, such as temperature, weakness and pain, and because of these findings should diagnose the sickness of all of the patients as pneumonia, the doctor would be regarded a lunatic, yet there are iyen in the world today who are as foolish as such a doctor would be. They call , every symptom of unrest, without regard to Its history, bolshevism. (Copyright. 1956, Western Newspaper Union) Roumania’s Oil Wells. Many of the Roumanian oil wells are not in worxlng order, which Is chiefly due to the military measures taken by the allies at the time of the German advance in Roumania. Although Gen. Falkenhayn’s experts devoted particular attention to the reconstruction of the dismantled wells, their work was crowned with limited success, and it will take a long period, of systematic work to raise the Roumanian oij fields again to their prewar importance. The Roumanian government Is reported to have lately concluded a convention with the Austrian government whereby they are to supply the Austrians with petroleum and other material of primary necessity in exchange for industrial products. Have Evidence Against Germans. Evidence of German crimes is furnished by M. Delannoy, librarian of Louvain; Henri Davignon, secretary of the Belgian commission of Inquiry; Paul Lambotte, director of the art galleries of Belgium, and M. Lamy, secretary of the French academy. The latter, it was said, has made a most telling indictment of those who were responsible for acts of savagery.

VETERAN RECOVERED WALLET. Art Court of Marmarth, N. D., while plowing on his farm, two years ago, lost a wallet which contained S4O. Later he enlisted and went overseas and fought in France. • Now he is back in Marmarth and, the other day, as he was watching Lee Gilmore -plowing the same field, the wallet was turned over. The bills were badly damaged, but enough remains of them so that they may be changed for new money.— Exchange.

EAT LESS AND TAKE • SALTS FOR KIDNEYS Take a Glass of Salts if Your Back Hurts or Bladder Bo there. The American men and women mow guard constantly against Kidney trouble, because we eat too much and all our food is rich. Our blood is filled . with uric acid which the kidneys strive to filter out, they weaken from overwork, become sluggish; the eliminative “ tissues clog and the result is kidney trouble, bladder weakness and a general decline in health. When your kidneys feel like lumps of lead; your back hurts or the urine Is cloudy, full of sediment or you are obliged to seek relief two or three times during the night; if you suffer with sick headache or dizzy, nervous spells, acid stomach, or you have rheurhMisu) when the weather is bad, get frotn your pharmacist about four ounces of Jad Salts; take a tablespoonful in a glass of water before breakfast for a few days and your kidneys will then act fine. This famous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, combined with lithia, and has been used for generations to flush and stimulate clogged kidneys; to neutralize the acids in the urine so it no longer is a source of irritation, thus ending bladder disorders. Jad Salts is inexpensive; cannot Injure, makes a delightful effervescent llthia-water beverage, and belongs in every home; because nobody can make a mistake by having a good kidney flushing any time.-—Adv. He that can have patience can have what he will. —Franklin. STOMACH TROUBLE AND CONSTIPATION ENDED Suffered So He Couldn’t Work for a Year, but Mr. McCormick Was Cured Promptly. “I had stomach trouble and constipation for five years. One year of this time I was unable to work, suffering untol** agony. I doctored wltn some or mo boo. physicians, also took many proprietary medicines, but could not find permanent relief. Finally a friepti recommended Milks Emulsion. The first few doses relieved me greatly, and three bottles of it effected a permanent cure.”—Q. A. McCormick, Anderson, Ind.‘ Mr. McCormick is only one of many hundreds wiio have endured torture for years and then found that Milks Emulsion gives blessed relief and real, lasting benefit. It costs nothing* to try. Milks pmulsioQ g. pleasant, nutritive food and a corrective medicine. It restores healthy and natural bowel action, doing with all need of pills and physiMtlr>romotes afipetite and quickly puts fflie digeshvo-erfgans in shape to assimilable food. As a builder of flesh and strength Milks Emulsion is strongly recommended to those whom sickness has weakened, and is a powerful aid in resisting and repairing the effects of wasting diseases. Chronic stomach trouble and constipation are promptly relieved—usually in one day. This is the only solid emulsion made, and so palatable that it is eaten with a spoon like ice cream. Truly wonderful for weak, sickly children. No matter how severe your case, ypu are urged to try Milks Emulsion under this guarantee—Take six bottles home with you, use it according to directions, and if not satisfied with the results your money will be promptly, refunded. Price 60c and $1.20 per bottle. The Milks Emulsion Co., Terre Haute, Ifid. Sold by druggists everywhere.—Adv, A good example encourages good behavior in everybody. LIFT OFF CORNS WITH FINGERS Doesn’t hurt a bit and costs only few cents Magic! Just drop a little Freezone on that touchy corn, instantly it stops aching, then you lift the corn off with the fingers! Truly! No humbug! Try Freezone ! Your druggist sells a tiny bottle for a few cents, sufficient to rid your feet of every hard corn, sett corn,, or corn between the toes, and calluses, without one particle of pain, soreness or irritation. Freezone is the discovery of a noted Cincinnati genius.—Adv. A homely truth Is better than a handsome lie. Cutlcura Comforts Baby's Skin When red, rough and’itching with hot baths of Cutlcura Soap and touches of Cutlcura Ointment. Also make use now and then of that exquisitely scented dusting powder, Cutlcura Talcum, one of the indispensable Cutlcura Toilet Trio.—Adv. ’ j A foolish woiJbtn is one who can’t make her own living and marries a man who can’t make it for her. DYES HER GARMENTS BUT NONE CAN TELL “Diamond Dyes” Turn Faded, Shabby Apparel Into New. Don’t worry about perfect results. Use “Diamond Dyes,” guaranteed to give a new, rich, fadeless color to any fabric, whether it be wool, silk, linen, cotton or mixed goods,—dresses, blouses, stockings, skirts, children’s coats, feathers —everything I Direction Book in package tells how to diamond dye over any color. To match any material, have dealer show you “Diamond Dye” Color Card.—-Adv. Sometimes a woman can preserve her respect for a man by refusing to marry higj,