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. the twitching of my lips. “The Mo- ' i;av.e’s' Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Seri An Amazing “Entente Between Dicky and ‘“Red-Beard” Katle looked at me earnestly as she finished telling me about thc red-bearded man's extraordinary tehdvior. “Vot you tink he mean by dat?” she asked. “I vish I un- derstood dot last name of dot bird he called Al dot about.’’ “I can tell you that, Katie” I said quietly, handing myself a men- tal medal for being able to repress | he vos raving | hammedans pray to Allah, and the | man no doubt was saying ‘Praise | Allah, Allah be praised,’ as he knocked his head against the ground,” My little shrewaly. “Can dose hams—scuse please, T can’t tvist tongue for whole vord— but can dey say dot in English?” 1 saw her point. “THat proves the man can speak | English, doesn’t 12 I asked. “You bet your boots,” Katle re- | jolned. “But you should sea Mees- | ter Graham ven he saw heem. Ho | lean against tree und he laugh und | he laugh, und he shake. But oder man didn't Jaugh, shoost keep on | knocking hees head, until finally Meester Graham go 00p, take heem by arm und jerk heem to hees feet | and say: **Oh, cut it out. Don’t be a dam- | fool shoost cause you expert at dot | beesness! But man he shake hees head und he say someting in low | itone dot make Meester Graham | Jaugh agaln, but afterwards he says: | ‘All'right, have ect your own va; You always like mule anyvay. Go on mow, gif me low down on all | Qeae™ | “Are you sure he said ‘low down,’ Katie?” I asked, curlous to know maid looked at me | | whether Katie was interpreting the | One thing he conversation in her own slangy style of which she is very proud, | or whether Dicky really used the | expression. I he did employ the | words, they were proof that the red- | bearded man understood American | 0ld May Coyote Hears a Rumor By Thornton W. Burgess When rumors fly truth hides her head, And for a time is seeming dead. —O0ld Mother Nature. You know what a rumor is. Of/ course; everybody knows what a rumor is. It is & story which nobody knows is true but which everybody | half believes and passes along to the | next one and nobody knows just where it started. There was a rumor | going all over the Green Meadows | and through the Green Forest that | !there was something very, very strange about Old Man Coyote. | There was a rumor that he had been | seen in .the.Old Pasture and in the Green Forest at the same time, Now,'of ceurse, such -a rumor | didn’t get to Old Man Coyote's ears right away. You see, by this time his neighbors were too much afraid of | him to stop to gossip. But at last | Sammy Jay came over to the Old Pasture. Sammy had heard this | rumor and he wanted to settle it for | himself as to whether or not it was true. He found Old Man Coyote ly- ing down on his doorstep. “Good morning, Neighbor Coyote. | T Were you ever in two places at the | same time" said Sammy. | Old Man Coyote sat up abruptly. ! “What's that?” he demanded. “T asked,” repeated Sammy, Yoy ever were in two places at t same time.” . “Don't. be silly!” snaped Ol Man | Coyote, “Of course not. Nobody | could be in two places at the same | time. If I'm here, 1 can't be there; and if I'm there, 1 can’t be here.” “Just the same,” persisted Sammy, ‘‘Peter Rabbit declares that he saw | "t he | you just entering the Old Pasture at | '° the same time that Johnny Chuck | declares he saw you over on the cdge of the Green Forest.” | “‘Peter was right and Johnny was | wrong,” declared Old Man Coyote. | “I haven't been over to the Green | Forest lately.” | “And,” continued Sammy Jay., “Hooty the Owl declares that he | 16t you sitting on your doorstep in the Old Pasture and flew straight over to the Green Forest, to find you | already there. He told my cousin, | Blacky the Crow, and Blacky told | me.” 5 By this time Old Man Coyote was sitting up with his ears cocked and | a look of ‘growing interest on his face. “Do you really believe that, Sammy’ Jay?" he demanded | “Do I really believe w. quired Sammy. “Do yeu really believe ti Hooty the Owl left me on my door- step in the Old Pasture and flow straight down to the Green Forest to tind ine there?" 3 -0, I can't say I do," re y. “But I've heard you ye ing up here at the Old Pasture and | at almost the same tinfe velping | down in the Green Forest. That I've | " in-| t st have been an echo you heard,” replied Old Man Coyote. “I don’t think so,” ‘replied Sam- my. “I'll tell you what to do, Old Man Coyote. Howl right now and see what happens. Howl right now and see if we get an echo.” O1d Man Coyote pointed his nose right up at the sky and howled. Then he and Sammy listened eager- lv. There was no reply. There was scho. They waited and waited. Try it again,” said Sammy. Old man Coyote did try it agmin. Hardly, was the last note out of his mouth when from over in 'he‘ Green TForest there came an echo. But was it an echo? Sammy looked | very hard at Old Man Coyote, and 0ld Man Coyote looked very hard | at Sammy. | { | qvecek, | But efery leetle bit | strikes Mr. Graham as “Sure ting.” Katle drew herself up offendedly. “I no-monkey mit dees. I tell you eferthing shoos like it safd.” “T am sure you do,” I assured her quickly. “Go on with your story.” “Vell,” she went on, mollified, “after dot de talk und dey talk, but dey speak in sooch low tones I couldn't make sense. But vun ting I know. Dey always talked English, I could tell dot, all right. “Some time Meester Dicky laugh, ' sometime he talk 8o sober, but more he laugh, und at last he reach ofer und he grab dot oder man's hair. “‘Let's have a look at you,” he say. But oder man he grab at hees vig vere it slipped vun side und he back off und he straighten vig out und he oop und point hees finger at oder man who Kkeep hacking avay und he say: *“Who touches a hair of yon red head, ““Dies like a dog’ I suppose. ‘All right, T get you. ‘March on,” I'll see you again next week. But be care- ful’ “Den,” Katie wound up her na rative, “dot oder mans he go back toward shack, und Meester Graham valk down hill again toward house. ha stop und double oop und laugh so hard. Vot vou tink eet all means?"” “I haven't the slightest Katie,” I said truthfully. course, Mr. Graham must known the man somewhere, ly over across the seas, and rec- nized him in spite of his disguise. And you know that when anything funny, he never does stop laughing over it. idea, “ot have think the best thing for us to do is to forget all about this, and not worry about the men any more.” Copyright, 19 Newspaper Feature Service, Ine. “He told my cousin, Crow” Blacky the “If that were an echo,” said Sam- my, “why didn't we hear it the first time you howled?” Menas for l}le—f'amily Breakfast — Stewed prunes, ce- cream, poached eggs on milk toast, crisp broiled bacon, milk, cof- fee. Luncheon — Toad in a hole, scal- | loped tomatoes, raisin bread, vanilla cookies, milk, tea. Dinner — Stuffed steak, potatoes ~ | au gratin, buttered spinach, banana | and peanut salad, tapioca with strawberries, milk, coffee. Toad in a Hole Two cups chopped (not put through tood cliopper) lamb, 1 cup | milk, 1-2 cup flour, 1 egg, 1-2 tea- spoon salt, 1 teaspoon melted but- ter. The meat is cooked or raw. raw more time must be allowed in baking. Cut meat in half-inch dice someting real | aveeck and angry like but low. Den | woman in whom she unconsciously Meester Dicky he double ofer und ! | leugh. Den he straighten prob- | has told me, that we | !don’t need to worry about the men, cream |- It ! What Has Happened: Phillip Wynne Natlee Jones back to his house in car that his mother had just given {him although she had expected to |80 out for the first ride with him | herself. He tells her he I3 broke and | Arrowhead Inn. When he does not come home until late she becomes very nervous finds that her son has proposed to Natlee and hopes 1o marry her be- fore he leaves college. Mr. Jones, who is the Tracys’ milk- man objects quite as much to Phillip as Mrs. Tracy does to Natlee. Phil's mother begins to send out invitations to a party and leaves Natlee out, but Invites a friend of her own who Is coming to her the next day—a very gay m interests her son before he meets her. Mrs. Tracy also tells Phillip that her prayer has always been that her son will never make any woman as unhappy as his father has made her. He goes to sleep thinking of his mother’s friend and wakes with the determination to buy a safety razor. Here the story further unfolds— CHAPTER VI ming Youth Phillip fairly shouted as some one tapped on his door. [ “Mr. Phillip,” said Nonnie, “Mrs. {Tracy sent me to ask you it you {would go to her room before you |went out. She isn't well enough to | get up this morning." “Tell her that I will be right | there.” The mald went out ani shut the | door softly. Phillip rushed out to his sleeping iporch. There was a little feathery snowflake here and there in the crisp afr. He quickly decided that it was !cold enough to wear that raccoon |coat which his mother had given him yesterday. Back inside his room he slipped himselt into its capacious depths. “Come in, head with his laughing eyes was the {energy. Any mother might be proud of him—any girl could love him | without effort. | Racing down the hall he knocked {at his mother's door. Not waiting for her invitation to enter he opened it. | eyes swollen and her face white and parched. Evidently the few hours that he had passed in dreamless sleep since they had parted the night before hai been for his mother a time of torturing wakefulness. “Have you anything particular to do this morning, dear hoy?" she asked in weak volce. “Nothing of importance, Mum. I thought I'd take the car out get it warmed up and adjusted.” Then --ill you go to the train and Mrs. Hilliard? My head is aching > badly that I positively cannot raise it from this pillow. Tell 4his to Lyra, Phillip, she will under- stand.” or chap coarsely in chopping bowl. | well-buttered baking salt and Put into a dish and sprinkle with pepper. Mix and sift flour and ealt. | Slowly add milk, stirring to keep smooth. Add egg well beaten and melted butter. Beat hard with egs beater for two minutes and pour over m Bake 20 minutel in a hot oven Reduce heat and bake slowly until meat is done. The English way to do lapping each other on a hot h" but we serve it from the bak- aish. FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: | EK BN REG.U. §. PAT. OFF. €1927 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. After & man has spooned around he gets married atarts forking aver.. 1til well puffed and firm. | to “cut in squares and serve | Tracy 1V brings | why he suddenly found his raccoon she loans him $10 to take Natlee to' jthat fur coat is hotter that an oil and heranxiety is greater when she | Above its great collar his sleek right as she had suggest, His mother was lying in bed, her | f | My Sons Suee NLYUSTRITED AND COPYRIGHTED BY JOUNSON_FEATURES INC. Phillip Wynne Tracy IV wondered coat so uncomfortably warm. He pulled it off with impatience and dvopped it on the floor with a thud which made his mother wince. “Is it very celd outside, Phillip?" “1 thought s0 a moment ago, but stove in a cubby hole. 1 think: per. haps I had better leave it at home. “You'll probably need it in the car | So.. and you certainly do look fine in it. Lyra's train will be in about 12 o'clock. If you don’t think you'll | be bored you might take her some | place to lurcheon down town. That | will give me time to get enough! pirin down to dull this agony and perhaps get a little sleep. “I wouldn’t ask you to do this, | dear, it I were at all sure that Lyra | would bore you. But she knows all about boys.” “Has she got any?” “No, but she always has a string of them hanging around her. Her house is the meeting place for all the young people in her town.” | “Does Mr. Hilliard like young peo- | “Where did you get it, old dear? Where did you get 1t?” he ex- claimed. “I bought it yesterday, Rod.” Although he felt lik his mother to say this, he still had | the thrill of making old Rod think thr he -s a person f means and able to buy Lis own automobiles. “Gee, Wynnle, that's g eat, isn't it? I wish my guardian would buy me a car. He says I can't have one until I come home from college.” “Get in her, Rod, I want to talk to youu I wa.t you to do me & favor." Philllp Wynne Tracy IV shivered. He wished Rodney Maxwell would not always call him that childish name. If he hadn’t wanted Rodney to do something for him he certain- ly would have made him understand | that minut. that to keep his friend- ip he would have t. cut out the 'ynne” business. “Well, spill it, Wynne,” said Rod atter they had driven almost a mile in silence. u ‘“You see, old man, Mother is pull- ing off a party—a kind of goodbye- pl: too, Mum?” “I don't know. He is seldom at | home. He seems quite content to | spend his evenings at the club play- | ing bridge with his elderly friends. | “TLe young people always seem | to like him, however. They treat | him with great respect.” | With a groan Anne Tracy turnned | her head toward the other side | of the bed and Phillip with a little | light kiss on her hair just above the | dampened bandage which she was | readjusting over her eyes picked up | his coat and left the room. | He wanted to whistle or sing, but i he told imself that he couldn’t do | this with his mother enjoying a | splitting lieadache. Looking at his | wrist watch he found it was after | 10, | When he got up this morning he | had intended hanging aroind some of the haunts of Natlee. e wanted | to see her and tell her what he had | promised his mother. | He was quite sure that Natlee would consider the arrangement all waiting ‘We until he had finished college. 1t was he who had been impatient last night. He it was who had in- sisted it was foolish to wait. “I want to know that you belong to me, Natlee,” he had said arro- | gantly. “I don't want any men hanging around _ you for the next | i or five years.” Sume ~vay this morning this “be- longing” business didn’t seem quite so important. He decided to take a run out to the Country club &nd | get back just in time to meet Mrs. | Hilllard. He whistled as he took | the roadster out of the garage andi life looked very bright to him as he | drove it drown the street where he | overtook Rodney Maxwell. astantly a plan sprung into his head. He drew up to the curb with a great honking of his horn. | The youth in front turned around ar 1 stood stock still in the middle | of the sidewalk, his eyes almost bursting trom his head. | want to be in on ft. |and’ returning Phil mine - own - light -of -my-eyes-fare- well affair before I go to Yale. I'm not strong for it, but women seem to like these things. Rodney Maxwell looked up quick- ly at Phillip’s man-of-the-world tone. - “Of course, if 1 must have a party tn my honor I would want Natlee Jones there, but I took her out in the car the other night and we stayed at Arrowhead very late.” At the mentlon of Arrowhead Rod's eyes opened. Phillip pretended not to notice it. “Mr. Jones threw a fit when I brought his daughter home and told me never to speak to Nat again as long as I lived, or as long as he lived, I don’t know which. “That would not have been so bad for you know, Rod, what he would { say wouldn’t make any difference to me, but he had to go over to the house and give Mother a song and ! dance about it. And would you be- lieve it, Rod, he told her she would | ave to look for a new milkman. *No wonder Nat has a hard time very reality of youth and pent up arc very young, she had told him, |of it with a balmy old duck with no | more sense of humor than that for a father. Fortunately, my mother could see the joke even if she is a | woman. “She laughed at him which, of | course, made him more furious than ever, The consequence is that the Joneses and the Tracys have come to the parting of the ways. Little boy Wynne can no mare have little | girl friend Natlee to play with and little boy Wynne's mother can have no more of Daddy Jone's milk, “Now here's the program, Rod. Mother wants you to come to the party and bring Nat with you. You can go over right away and make | thie perfectly clear to her. Tell her | the reason why Mother does not | send her an individual {nvitation is | becausc she knows that old man Jones would not let his daughter go | into a house which was not fit to | receive the milk,from his high- priced Jerseys. “Fix up any sort of a plan, old | top, that will be good enough to get Nat out with you. “Don’t say a word to Mother about the affair because she doesn't Tell Nat to keep mum, too.” Rodney Maxwell eagerly acquies- ced to everything that Phil proposed, dropped him near the girl's house and proceeded to the station where he arrived just as the train was coming in. Standing a little to one side he watched the passengers get off. Finally there came a slender woman very smartly dressed who looked about as though expecting | some one. “Why, she fsn't young or very good looking,” he sald to himselt disappointedly. Neverthecless, he started forward. “Is this Mrs. Hil- liard?" i “Yes,” the woman answered tone- lessly. Then as she recognized Phillip her eyes lighted and her | scarlet mouth curled up in a wel- | coming smile. “Why, you are a man —T1 must call you Mr. Tracy,” she |sald. “Where's Anne?” He caught a glimpsé &f that light “Why, you're a man! Imust call you Mr. Tracy."” from within that darted into her |red brown eyes — he wondered to | himself why he had called her old— | she was young as love and as beau- [tiful as his dream of bliss. | He took her numberless bags and | packages, Includln.g two bunches of | violets and cne of gardenlas. “Is | this all?” he asked in a voice he | hoped was casual. | “Yes,” she answered, and she stepped up to him as though ahe | expected him to take her along some new and adventuresome path which {she would be delighted to follow. | No girl had ever given him a look !like that before. | "They always act as if T were 8o |damned young.” he said to himaelt. | “Mother said I was to take you | somewhere for luncheon, Mrs. Hil- |liard, as her headache was 80 in- tense that she could not do anything | nice for any one—not even you.” traltor to p that she has done the nicest thing she possibly could do for me. “Does the iavifations " Natles Jones gave Rodney Mas- sho—are g I|out? I have not reseived miine yet.| well & comprsliending glince—she, never dreamed that when I stepped {I don't think I'm really in line for|too, had grown up. off that boresome old trath I should Rodney Maxwel] lounged against the big elm tree that had stood sontine] in front of the house across the street from the home of Natles ;onu ever since he could remem- or. Rodney was not very happy, for he had Joved Natlee quite as long as Wynne Tracy had but was coming now to understand that Natlee loved only Phil. As children the thres had grown up together forming & youthfu} tri. angle from the time that he and Wynne were 6 and Natlee was & years old. Rodney, being a rather stolid boy of a one-track mind, had never swerved from his alleglance to her even when he recognizpd that Wynne has her first, choice. He seemed satistied to take what Natlee gave him from time to time when Wynne had one of his periods of neglect. The truth of the matter was that although Rogney Maxwell was yet too young t0 know it, he had a genius for friendship instead of Yove. Such men go through life just “finning In"—they try to heal the wounded hearts and the pride of the girls their friends throw away—they even try to heal the breach between the girls they love and the friends to whom they give loyalty even while they disapprove of their thoughtlessness. They do this because the love of such men is always unselfish, hav. ing more of friendliness than pas. sion in it. They aresalways giving more than that for which they ask. They want the girl they love to be happy even at their expense. Rodney suspected nothing queer about taking Natlee's invitation to her in the peculiarly informal way that Phillip had given it to him. It did not enter his mind that formal Mrs. Tracy would not {nvite any one to her house to a party through another person who was asked to say nothing about it even to her. He had accepted Wynne's ex- planation without a shadow of a doubt that Mrs. Tracy had sent him to Natlee with the message. From his vantage place at the old tree he saw her come out of the house and he called to her softly: “Oh, Nat.” He was surprised to find that she been crying. Her eyes were red and swollen. She did not answer .him but silently pointed down the street and Rod, obeying the command as he had often done before, walked quickly ahead and turned the first corner. As soon as he was out of sight of thy house he slowed up and before he had gone half a block he was joined by the girl. “Did Wynne send you to me, Rod?” was her first question. “Yes—how did you know?"” “I thought it would be just like him to send you and just like you | to come. “He has not been near me since | we went {0 Arrowhead Inn in his new car.” “He told me, Natlee, that your father had promised him a horse- whipping i he came to your house or your father saw you together.” “I never knew Lefore that Wynne was a coward,” the girl remarked, bitterly. “He isn't Nat—he isn't,” Rodney earnestly came to the rescue of his friend's reputation. “He told me that threat of your father's meant nothing to him, but after your fussy old daddy had gone to his mother and spilled the beans he could hardly get into a row with | your father over you again.” “In other words, Wynne does not think I am worth the risking of a 's the matter with you this morning Nat? You've got it all wrong. Wynne {s thinking of you every minute and is willing to risk everything for you and so is his mother. That is the reason they sent me to you." “I'm sure that's them,” said she dryly. “Don't be silly Nat,” broke in Rodney with as much impatience as | he ever used to any one. “You know as well as I that Phil- | llp Wynne Tracy IV thinks the world and all of you. Why, you and | I are the only ones on earth he al- lows to call him 'Wynne.’ You re- member the day you said you were going to call him by his middle name and he answered that he wished both of us would, as that would make everyone understand thay our three-cornered friendship was eternal and that we considered him our best friend—a little nearer than any of the rest of the boys and girls.” “Yes, I remember,” confirmed Natlee, but she did not add that! even at that time she had not | relished the idea of Wynne letting someone else—even if it were dear old Rodney—use the name that she had hoped would be exclusively hers. “Now look here Nat, be yourself for a minute. Wynne sent me to you with a~ wonderful plan. Hls; mother is going to give a party to! all the sons and daughters of her | friends and she wants you to very nice of that party snyway, Rod. ¥ou see, my dad is not Mrs. Anne Hunting- ton Tracy's friend. He has only been her milkman for years.” “He is not that any more Nat,” remarked Rodney with a grin. Then he told her that her father had re- fused to deliver any more milk to the Tracy residence, Natlee Jones grew aimost hys- terical as she alternatdly laughed over her father’s.silly .action and cried over his tyrannical ideas of his dignity as & father, “You wait till T see him tonight act this way with me. .I'll run away from home and earn my own lv- ing.” 5 “No you won't Natleo—promise me you won't do that" pleaded Rodney, clasping both her hands as it he would himself keep her from that extreme. ‘Well,” he continued more calm- 1y, “you can certainly see that after all this Mrs. Tracy could not risk another visit from your father after she had been spoken to in the in- sulting way he had talked to her the other day.” “Yes—yes—she—""" “Walt & minute Nat—don't be so darn quick to interrupt—you are altogether too suspiclous. Mrs. Tracy | likes you very much—I am sure of it—even if she may think you have been unfortunate in picking a father—"" “But Rod—" “Shut up gir! until I tell you what she has done. K “I'm coming over for you the night of the party—or better atill, you are to tell your folks that you are going to stay all night with one of the girls and I'll go after you there.” “I never lie to my father and mother, Rodney,” Natlee egain ig- terrupted him. “Well, you needn’t lle now, need you? I'll arrange for you to stay all night with some one of the other | girls who are going.” “But I don’t know any of those society girls well enough for that.” “I'm sure some one is going that you know. Claire O'Donnell told me the other day that she thought you were the prettiest girl in town and that she was going to have you at her next party.” Natlee Jones' acarlet mouth grew mutinous and her dark blue eyes showed the fire of hurt pride in their luminous depths. “I hope you thanked hér for her kindness and consideration of me, Rod.” “Look here, Nat, I ought to go away and just let you make your- self miserable.” “Why don't you, Rod?" “Because I guess I'm not bullt that way—1I can't bear to see any one 1 love suffer.” That answer drew a quick, fur- tive glance from the tear-suffused eyes parfly hidden under Natlee's curling lashes. With a quick change of mood she sajd: “Tell me all about Mrs.— what Wynne wants me to do, Rod. I'll listen without Interrupsing again.” * “Glad you have come to your senses at last. It's this way. I'm to bring you to the party and your father need not know that you have been to Wynne's house at all.” “Are you sure, Rod, that this is Mrs. Tracy's plan?” “There you go again — you sald you wera not going to interrupt,” said Rod impatiently. “Of course I'm sure it's her plan. You see she does it In this way so you will be sure to get there. She's afraid if she sent you a formal invitation your father would never let you go. “If I fix it up with Claire you'll g0 won't you, Natlee?" “I won't bother Miss O'Donnell, Rod. If I go I'll get Aunt Julia to let me go to her home and stay the rest of the night after the party bnd you can come for me there.” “Are you sure it will be all right, Natlee?” “Perfectly. Aunt Julia is not o old that she has forgotten that she once was young. I'll tell her the whole story and I know that she will think that Dad is unreasonable. You know she’s his only sister and he kept her from marrying.the man of her choice. Poor thing, I don't think she has ever forgiven him for compelling her to be an old maid.” “You're a brick, Natlee, and ¥ know you are going to have a great time at the party, It's going to be a wonderful dinner dance and I am sure that Mrs. Tracy and Wynne would not have it if they thought you could not be there. I must be off now to find Wynne and tell him the good news.” “Where are him?" “I expect that he will be at his own home by this time. His mother has sent him to the station to meet some one of her friends who is going to visit at her house for a while. I don’t envy Wynne—he's slated to cart around some too-fat_ or too- thin middle-aged dame who will probably tell him that he reminds her of her little boy who died six years ago.” “What makes you think that, Rod?" “I don’t think it, Natlee—I only wanted to see the color of your eyes when you opened them before your you going to meet | “I will tell her when I see her Merely Margy, An Awfully Sweet Girl - ISNT 1T AROUT TIME. YOu ERE PAYING UP? | e » come.” mouth smiled.” BUT, MARGY, HOW CAN | PAY YOU? WE DIDNT Rod, and I'll tell him that he can’t | M (To Bs Continued) The form of tapsworm that isas- soclated with the eating of raw meat is perhaps the most common type seen in this country. One clinic reports seeing from 10 to 15 patients each year who suffer from this disorder. Most of the patients were foreign-born and'of the type that eats more smoked meat, un- cooked sausage and raw meat than do Americans, Among the most common symp- toms of tapeworm are loss of ap- petite, unusual desires for peculiar foods, extraordinary flow of saliva, headache, irregular actions of ths bowels and itching of the nose and of the other orifices of the body. Although it is a common super. stition that persons with tapeworm have a ravenous appetite, thess pa- tients did not appear to suffer un- duly with a desire for food. The symptoms, in general, are rather mild, so that in many cases the patient himself was ignorant of the fact that he had a tapeworm un-. til the physiclan discovered-¢ie presence of the parasite accidental- In the treatment for tapeworm, it is customary to give the patient 0 luncheon nor supper on the date preceding the treatment, but black coffee, tea or water may be taken freely. At six o'clock on the day previous to treatment, he is given a large dose of epsom mlts, and at six o'clock in the morning of the treatment day, another dose. He is not permitted to take break. fast, but after having had an ac- tion of the intestines, ia given a drug which has the specific prop- erties of killing the tapeworm. Since the head of the worm is the part which propagates and grows, thorough examinations ars made repeatedly of the excretions of the body to determine When the head has been discharged. When this is accomplished, the patient may be considered as rid of his in- festation. 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