The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 4, 1916, Page 4

question as to t &@ common end. Tt is a and resources. kan matters and Rumania in situation, lesson The Seattle Star Entered at Beatties Ww By mall, out of ot When Europe Gets to Boycott ILITARY and political geniuses of the seven allied nations are in eret conference at Paris and there’s no vast importance of he their deliberations and decisions. as the outside world can learn, the meet- ing will aim at these measures First, making Furope and Asia Minor one huge battle front with all the allied troops being directed harmoniously for that Secondly, agreement in respect of Bal Tt is possible that this will put Greece fight, with tremendous effects upon the general considering to the the the Russian forces. | German raw m the time. cs Inited Stat thinki | Won't some! change? Thirdly, and most important of all by Teason of its influence upon future gen- erations of the whole world, mercial union against Germany. Ordinarily, it is logical to say that and = manufac- turers will hold the markets of the world inst competition, if their quality is a and their price low. it proposed is a boycott and not natural. ~ When we Americans feel oppressed by the price of eggs, meat, gasoline or other | mecessaries or semi-necessaries, we talk boycott and do, perhaps, boycott for a We never accomplish anything : ment by boycott, for the icson that our union disintegrates. would be entirely different should we our boycott with law prohibiting iehase of the boycotted article, and this is what that Paris conference pro- to do thru tariff laws. n union along this line will mean | terrible things to Germany, and it will we in it possibilities in respect to the es. For many years we have ig that we could legislate at and without accountability, against products of Europe. no commercial aterials p Us a Change EGULARLY, every Monday, we are - compelled, as honest purveyors of : and near-news, to chronicle an an- nouncement, by some professor or “prom- . ist,” of the discovery of a sub- e gasoline. ‘Tuesday, always, we don't-find anything save gasoline to put “the little tank to make the wheels go_’round and ‘round. The thing has become monotonous. ly please discover a sub- stitute for the price of gasoline, for a system “Some eine bern Sisenere. Look ATCHISON, TOPEKA & SANTA FE railway announces a big Increase in net earn- Fe is a shining exa: devotes itself Germany taught, in her undoubted domination of Austrian, Turkish and Bulgarian forces T allied But there has union of Europe Vhat will we get when there is such ? carrying freight and of politics. Published Detiy Ry The Star A-ciase matter Ado per month up te ¢ mes Postottion as # year, In Justice to Republicans T IS exceedingly unfair to the republi can party to accept statements made by W. M. Whitney, “handpicked” candi date for congress, as real sentiments of the rank and file of the republicans of this state. Whitney is today making the clownish statement that nonpartisanship is “sexless and un-American.” Two years ago, Whitney, as republican county chairman, failed dismally to rep resent the sentiment of the rank and file of his party when he denied rightful as- sistance to “dry” watchers at the polls. The vote for the dry law during a mon ster republican landslide distinctly shows how utterly Whitney was apart from the rank and file of republican voters. Like wise, today, he fails to represent any one but himself in his absurd characterization of nonpartisanship To describe nonpartisanship as less and un-American” is to belie the re publican party efforts to secure a non- partisan tariff board, which Whitney him- self says he favors. Whitney apparently would have the question of preparedness discussed as a partisan matter rather than as a non- partisan American matter. He would place an “un-American” stig- ma on our superior and supreme court judges, who are already being elected as nonpartisans. He would place a “sexless, un-American” brand on our mayors, coun- cilmen, school boards and other city of- ficials elected under nonpartisanship to- day. Whitney's individual views for or against nonpartisanship are inconsequen- tial. They are referred to here merely to point out that his individual opinion is not that of the republicans—the rank and file—of this state The republicans helped to make our judges, mayors, coun cils, and other offices nonpartisan and they're going to extend this principle to county and state officers for exactly the same reason—to get rid of party bossism and slavery. Who Should Pay for Preparedness? ET every man enjoy the game of moneymaking but let him realize that for every stage he rises in playing the game successfully, his responsibility increases,” says Samuel McCune Lindsay, professor of social legislation at Colum- bia university. Paying for preparedness is in the end the chief responsibility of the very rich, Lindsay believes. “Tt is the sort of thing,” he said recently before a New York political club, “that should be wholly paid for out of large fortunes. The large holdings of property represent the greatest need for preparedness. They have the most at stake and they should bear the cost.” Radical thought is as old as Job, there- fore it seldom has an original sound; but old or new, reactionism always startles somebody, and Prof. Lindsay’s theory is sure to arouse considerable discussion among the thousands who are convinced that man has not yet arrived at the best possible social system. se So far has at once, een progress of a com- his is natural commercial simple But, A tight 6 m- tue -MOST ANYTHING =) Hine little drug store, fret; ie dry, but you're our fellow Perey Bronson, at the speak with authority. date yet? There's one minute. coma, U. ined him as Percy carries a “bun” stage that gives him the right to E. A. Peters, litterateur, of Ta- 8. A, ‘s they exai to his sanity at Walla ‘e truth has been cop- humorist, Orpheum. onto the Good morning, are you a candi born every pa eeeeacnee a) DE ROY, THE JEWELER, | HAS THIS IDEA OF A SOFT | SNAP, Walla, Why not A bellboy at the Cecil hotel was pinched for selling booze. No bell- boy can pull the wool over the eyes of our Louie, by heck. resentative for the Comm company of Canton, Ga, w i. * icking up right along, and t_will continue s0.—The Pensacola (Fla.) Journal They had a style show for men at the Coliseum theatre Monday night. But where was Richard Mansfield White? Now that Allen Dale admits the) republicans are going to win, will Woodrow Wilson still persist in running? It can't be possible. Plans are afoot to celebrate the J]. death of Bill Shakespeare. Seems ike there would be more fun cele- brating the demise of would-be Shakespeare» «ctors. SHINING siLveR w IN A LUMBER CAMP—+ , Well Known Remedy Relieves Chronic Case Important to Dispose of Waste 3 from Regularity. People frequently failure of the digestive dies that from are more apt to aggray Felleve the disorder. When the bowels 07 its allotted tas! mote effective combination of herbs known as remed simp) Dr. stores for fifty cents a remedy in his practice quarter of a century, a fay the standard hou edy in thousands of hi Thos. DeLoach, with dian Affairs, at Washin, Dr. Caldwell recently Caldwell's Syrup, Pepsin Jaxative 1 fe any kn ditions that are primartly du | inactive bowels, and apply reme | the Stomach With attribute to organs con- to their very nature | ate than to act regularly | the stomach is in better shape to ks, and can usually be depended upon. To keep the bowels in condition, there is no| y than the ie laxative Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin which is sold in drug bottle, Dr. Caldwell has prescribed this for over a ind it is to- sehold rem omes, Mr. the Depart ment of the Interior, Office of In- gton, wrote that “Dr. is the best jowledge of, . Austin Griffiths says he'd abolish the port warden’s job. In other words, he’s the chap who wants to cut out the pay in Paysne, ‘LACK SUFFICIENT "GASH FOR BUILDING Because the university regents have only $62,500 on hand for the new Political Science building, which will cost $84,000, they must jawalt an opinion from the attorney general as to whether or not they can let the contract. The money on hand was derived from rental of downtown property and from student fees, SEATTLE Y. M. 6. A. WINS BIG CONTEST ¢ Seattle Y, M. C, A. membership MR, THOS, DeLOACH | campaigners left their Portland op: jand the cleaning up guaranteed by | ponents away in the rear Monday Its use relieves every orga night, when the final figures show A bottle of Dr, Caldwell'’s Syrup|ed they had annexed 1,073 new | Pepsin should be on hand in every | members, as compared to 842 In the | | | | | |home for use when needed. A trial | Rose City, bottle, free of charge, can be ob. Seattle made 994,430 points, to tained by writing to Dr. W. B.| Portland's 921,250. Of the new ‘aldwell, 454 Washington St, Mon-|members taken in here, 614 ticello, Ill, were men and 559 were boys. STAR—TUESDAY, APRIL 4, 1916. ‘A SIREN OF THE SNOWS’ (Continued From Our Last Issue) ENSEN found sudden tnapira tlon for his answer in what the delirious Springvale had a when he first came among the char coal burners, Apparently it was an anewer that satisfied Miss Kerrison, jfor a look of relief flowed acrons her face. | “Tom Springvale told me that the code word I must speak here| v {was ‘damn,’ continued Jensen, PAGE 4. “THE WARD heavy body made logy by the tre mendous supper he had recently partaken of, must be asleep. Miss Mallabee reached down and lifted one of Big Dan's feet from the tote bag. Slowly, gently, the huge foot was lowered until It reat ed upon the floor, Then the other foot was softly removed in the same manner, and Jensen saw her begin to drag away the tote bag, inch by inch. OF TECUMSEH" ‘You are hurt, terribly, See how your arm is swollen! Why didn’t you tell me this before? It muat blood polsoning from Babe's teeth.” |. Whether it was the pain return ing to his injured arm or on ex ons of feeling at the young wom an's tender sympathy, he did not know; but something made Jense crumple up backward again, weak as a baby, as he heard Mise Malla bee shout to Peter Saint, who was |now burying himself straightening y Stanley Shaw—Copyright, 1915, by Little, Brown & Co. BY CRITTENDEN MARRIOTT managed to crawl to thegan for Jensen a heart-breaking | dition, so I {journey of nearly one bundred| Babe, turn her joose and «ic her miles that will long linger in his|on to fight him, It was little, bas memory. In order to keep bis weak | it best I could do,” form secure on the #ledge, it had| repeated Kerry Male been necessary to bind him there | bes ardently with cords, Carefully an this She stepped over to the sledge been done, the cords cut cruelly | and began to tuck in the furs about into his flesh at every jolt of the | his form as she continued sledge runners, And the storm beat iow you must go to sleep. We pitilessly into his face, like a rain | have a long, hard journey before us of sharp sand, for they were now | tomorrow.’ traveling into the very teeth of the! jier hand lightly brushed his am sorry | mixed up matters so tn Boon she deemed it enfe to the beginning; but you see, 1 was|move more rapidly, and, grasping| Ut the duffle he had been able tolwind. ta either con-| neck ae she tucked the fur rope ere ae ree he GAA sien bee Prom “Peter! Ob, Peter! Bring me st nor felt; thus his body tem-| lye, Sbous Bis Beet a, ‘ Kel coward the |your medicine case quickly, This perature of 105 degrees was not! j i oe a we gang ese or there, she Rng d s cones Beng) man is desperately fi]! He must| without some benefit. And contin | aecteiag it gone Or bimaae ( lcakeral. Apparentiy, Wtiae ° Weert knife aoagg # — Sree have quinine and strychnine tmme-|ually he was trying to fight back | nay » ri sou belleved him, for she favored|" sora diately.” |the delirium; trying by sheer force * j Jensen with a alight smile as she} Just what was in the bag Jen jensen ny supine on Peter|of will to hold his mind to sane CHAPTER IV sald json could not see, for Mins Malla-| saint's sledge, trying with all his| things and to study his case Fighting the Blizzard “L guess you are right, after al!,|0e¢ merely ran her arm in where |gtrength to fight back the night-| At times they stopped for a rest! ve P |) thought at first you might be a |%2@ bad ripped open the canvas) mare of ideas that seemed closing | tho sledges were turned back to tie he storm had been greatly less secret ervice man.” and drew out @ paper, glanced atlin on him He knew {t wan de-|gale, and Miss Mallabee came up to|ened thru the night; but Peter ‘ the contents, and then thrust {t into/jirjum, knew it meant the fatlure| where Jensen lay fighting his silent | S#int shook bis head soberly as he CHAPTER Il Big Dan ‘ “Hi! Tit Hit" bellowed a volce outside, “Pete Saint, what's the matter; you ban dead? Why you don't open door for Big Dan?” His huge form surrounded by a} whirlwind of snow and sleet, the: jeame into the cabin what Alan Jen- on might, at first, have taken to be some gigantic blond cave man.| | This last traveler was nearly sev-| en feet tall. The vast bulk of him} nightmarish and ungainly, wae awe some. On his back he carried a heavy canvas tote bag With another bellowing salute to Peter Saint, the giant lumbered to- ward Miss Kerrison Thrusting! out @ greasy paw, he roared: Mit Mit Here ban Mise Mallabee! You ban} x Dan, T bat you!” Jensen's heart dropped. She had) led to him. Her name, tt scemed, was Maliabeo, not Kerrison, perhaps she was fn the habit of owning to more than one name? Jensen frowned darkly as the) young woman whom be must now) call Mins Mallabee turned toward) him. | “Let me make you acquainted,” said Mise Mallabes, “Mr. Al \Kerrtson, Mr. Dantel Larson. Sha! ‘hands, gentlemen.” | She gently touched Jensen's arm,) and he thought he caught a mean-| ing glance from her eyes. Hello, Mist’ Kerrison. 1 ban ldamn glad to seo you,” saluted the Swede, eyeing Jensen's athletic) form from head to heele with an) approving glance. “Ay ban tank! you one damn fine man.” Tt sudden! came to Jensen that this man, of al! three who| had arrived at the Little Babos jcamp, was the true “messenger of} |the North” alluded to in the note, and that the tote bag the man car- jried on his back contained the package Springvale had been com- ing for. “Hello, big Dan,” he saluted tn return, “I am damn glad to know you, too. Big Dan's features broke into a broad grin. “Jas, Ay gas you ban all right; ‘damn’ ban the word, Mist’ Kerrison.” “That's what.” nodded Jensen. “I think you are the man I was sent ap to meet here, and, If 1 don't | | mi jcontains a package T am to ta! with me on the return trail.” as he answered: “Mabbe yes, mab ibe no; we neo about that later, Ay ban mighty hongry, Ay tole you. Come on, Miss Mallabee, you and Rig Dan shall eat supper together.” | The Swede grasped Miss Mal bee toward the supper table as {f the |heat of friends. Jenson watched 4. ‘The more he saw of the dig) | Swede, the greater became his an- itipathy toward hi Dan the Swede, gormandizing his food like an animal, appeared to possens the appetite of one, Miss Mallabee eat opposite him. Jensen could not hear thelr talk, for they spoke tn low tones, but the Swede still wore his tote bag, fastened by shoulder straps. Several times Jen- sen Miss Malinbee make mo- tions if urging the Swede to re move his pack, at which Big Dan/ shook his head In denial. | Finally, having somewhat ap peased his desire for food, Dan got up from the stool on which be sat and moved around the bench on which Miss Mallabee was| seated The cumbersome tote bag inter. fered with his seating himeelf on the bench, and Jensen saw Mins| |Mallabee arise with a good-natur-| ed Inugh and begin to unbuckle the straps that encircled the Swede's| massive shoulders, Having released the bag from his) shoulders, Miss Mallabee was for! throwing it into a corner, but Dan carefully placed it beneath his feet, after which the young woman re- sumed her seat on the bench, and they continued thelr conversation in low tones. Jensen's injured arm had been paining him furiously for some time; but as he continued to He quiet, {t began to feel easier. Whether {t was Peter Saint's generous supper or the heat of the room, he did not |know, but after a few moments he |began to be drowsy and several [times caught himself almost drop- ping off into sleep as he Iny there on the bench, musing about his quest Jensen nuddenty opened his eyes. The cramped position of his limbs |indicated that he must have drop ped off into complete sleep, Peter Saint was nowhere in sight; the |firelight showed Rabe stretched out on her efde in her corner, asleep, Jensen attempted to rise to a sit: ting position; the exertion made him faint and giddy, and a furious twinge of pain shot down his arm. He looked at his hand; the skin was jall blotched with purple, the hand swollen greatly. It came to him that this must be blood potsoning. The thought of what this meant to his mission here in the North made |him even more faint and sick | As Jensen looked toward Mins | Mallabee and Dan, undecided wheth- er to call out or to remain quiet, he noted that Big Dan was sitting odd- ily quiet, his feet still resting upon the tote bag, but with his head hang- ing strangely. Jensen thought he knew what {t meant; Big Dan, his OF! her throat |crumple Impotently to t | deaperate effort of his good arm he ke, that tote bag on your back) The Swede backed away slighty | arm, and the two marched off| na! |them, puzzled, and rather disgust-| the effect of} the bosom of her waist drew from the bag several trregu lar dises of flat white material and held them toward the firelight to inspect them, Even from the dis tance where he lay, Jensen could wee that these circles she held in her hand bore the tmpreasions of double eagles! Mins Mallabee drew a gold coin from her skirt pocket and matched it againet one of the white disca, In bis eagern to lose no move ment of the young woman, Jensen attempted to turn his body. The pain thus caused must have made him ery out, for, in his hectic, half bewlldered condition, he heard his own voice utter a mumbling sound As the sound of his ery split the | silence of the cabin, Mins Mallabee |!P bis But I ban surprised! | tossed the white discs quickly into|@reesed to her the fire. Dan, the Swede, lifted his head. With a brutelike bellow, he rushed toward the kneeling woman and twisted hie great fingers about he shouted: “You ban treacherous cat, Kerry Maliabee. Damn you, you try to make fool of Big Dan'” At sight of the woman being #0 cruelly strangled, Jensen was over come with biind fury his lagging energies into play, he arose to his feet, only to stagger headiong for a single step and floor, Babe, in her corner, snapped and ianaried at the length of her steel | chain. |strength to arine, but he thought he Jensen had not sufficient might manage to roll his body over and over until he reached her side. At the cost of Infinite pain he gained the dog's side. With one loosed the snap and yelled shrilly “At bim, Babe! Good girl, get him!" It was enough. Babe shot thru the air, a flaming yellow streak of fur and gleaming fangs, With a snarling cry her iron jaws clamped about his throat. It was wolf uppermost in the dog’s natare now, and Babe's tron grip upon the Swede's neck grew Usghter, As the room began to turn black about him, he managed to arise to his feet, dragging the dog with him. Then, fastening his fin- gers in Babe's jaws. he pried them open and thrust her from him. But the dog had done her work. With a staggering lunge the Swede hurtied dizsily forward Into the fireplace, dead, scattering jhe lowing brands rights and left u I [where Big Dan had cast her when |the dog's body struck him. Babe |was barking and dashing at the | door that led into the second room of the cabin. The dry, tinder-like jogs of the cabin floor were afire fo If a dozen other places where the |brands scattered by the Swede’ |body had caught. In a few mo- ments the entire building would be ablaze To Jensen tt seemed an eternity; yet ft could have been but a few |seconda before the door at which Babe was furiously barking opened, and Peter Saint stuck out hi tousled head, inquiring sleepily: “Baby, be quiet! Why den you don’ let Sin Petair sleep, what, eh?” Jensen had just strength enough left to shout “The cabin ts abla: Big Dan fell Into the fireplace and scattered the fire all over the floor; {t's burn. ing in a dozen places, The Swede in dead; get Miss Mallabee out, quick.” Then he lost conscousnes: Peter Saint laid orf hand on the dog's head as he cried “Show Stn Petatr de young lady, queek, my Baby! Queek, queek, Baby, de young lady, Meese Mal- labee!” Babe led her master to where the young woman lay upon the floor. The flames had almost reached her skirte, Picking up her mp form tn his arms, Peter Saint carried her out side, only to return quickly as he cried to the dog: “Now, dese young man, Raby! Show me where ts dese young m my good Baby!” Blind as he was, the habitan ap- peared to accurately sense condi- tions from the dog's cries and ac- tions, and to realize that {t was no use to attempt to save the cabin; that little more than human lives, and perh a few necessities, |could be rescued, After Jensen had been dragged outside, where the cool alr quickly revived him, Peter Saint and his dog returned to make what salvage they might of provisions, blankets and clothing. C n to help, Jensen Jay motionle: pon | Peter Saint's sledge, the storm | beating about his head and the blaz jing cabin making the scene appear like a dream of the infernal regions. The funeral pyre of Big Dan, the Dan and Miss Mallnbee were erin eretes oes nothing of cruel t c| ~ py on the bench across the! “rhe biting cold soon brought a ttle strength to Jensen's body. He burted his swollen arm in the snow and felt grateful for the slight tem- porary ease {t gave him from the bitter pain, Then he arose shakily to a sitting position and looked about for Miss Mallabes. She was standing close by. The keen outer alr must have brought quick recov- thought, Something In the man’s attitude, perhaps the unmistakable record of agonizing pain in his features, brought the true-hearted woman tn Kerry Mallabee to the surface. She knelt impulsively beside him in the snow, lifting his swollen arm tenderly, as she cried in grieved tones: Calling all) that held him captive, unable! ery to her as well as himself, he Then she|of his mission {f he allowed it to, battle against the fever get the best of him, for then would come loose babblings and talk that would be certain to reveal the true purport of his journey into the North He was muttering hoarsely to | himself with clenched fingers and |nalis that bit, savagely into his |palme when Kerry Mallabee bent over him, holding out some liquid in a medicine spoon. No! I won't give tn, I I won't, don't you hear? 1 |won't!" he mumbled childishly, tn 8 feeble attempt to stiffen his own jcourage in the fight against the | fever and delirium But this is something that will jhelp you,” she sald tenderly, think angry protest was ad- "Drink it quick like « good boy,” she added, with jaa encouraging smile, as she at tempted to force the spoon be- |tween bis clenched teeth. At the sound of her voice, Jen- nen caught himself together, open- ed bis Ips, and swallowed the draught. It w an herote done of strych nine that Kerry Mallabee had ad. ministered to her patient; but it brought strength and he felt so much better, he attempted to arise ‘No, no,” chided Miss Mallabee, ve “you mustn't try to get up; all your strength for the journi that fs ahead of us. Now that the cabin ts burned, we must try to beat out the storm on the back trail to where you may be cared for, Can you da 90-mile sledge journey?” she asked, as she placed one soft hand on bis burn ing brow. It was a wonderfully cool and comforting hand that smoothed back Jensen's hair; and the brown jooked questioningly down Into his would not have been without their appeal to a man in all bis strength. One moment more of her pitying comfort, and Alan Jensen might have forgotten his loyalty to Chief Hilkie and told Kerry Mallabee that, even tho she were the ring- leader tn this colossal counterfeit ing plot that was pussiing the United States treasury department, he was with her, heart and soul, to the end. It may be that Kerry Mallabee |eaught some hint of his state of j mind, for she suddenly stood up land shouted to Peter Saint, who | had been ettempting to bulld a tem- | porary shelter from material saved from the fire. “Load the komatica, Peter,” she leried. “We'll make the back trail for Camp Argyle. Put the best part lof the duffle on my sledge; load | yours light and make a soft bed for |this sick man.” “But Camp Argyle, eet ees ninety, yes, almost wan hon'red mile, an’ theese bilz she blow like, wall, like |the very hell, Mees: wot weel he say \danger, Meese, of-— Swiftly and lightly Kerry Malla. |bee's fingers touched the blind | man’s lips, as she shot a frichtened glance Jensen's way and whispered. “Hush! We can't be sure of this man. Perhaps Tom Springvale did send him on the errand when he failed; perhaps he didn’t; that mat- |ter must be settled at Camp Ar- gyle. Until then be careful what you say. ‘ef A word here and there of their conversation had been caught by {Jensen's hearing, rendered super- acute by the drug he had taken; yet it was as inexplicable to him as so much Choctaw. Even had his mind not been beset by the night- mare of fever, he could not have felt really certain that their talk had reference to the counterfeiting mystery. As Peter Saint, Miss Mallabee and Alan Jensen left the burning Little Babos cabin and started on »| toward Jen > There. is $s) ensen and asked: Bince she, sniffed the wind realized the seriousness of his {ll-| “Don't discourage us, Peter,” said ness she had dropped the notion of | Kerry Mallabee, trying to be cheer- ful. “A storm so early in the sea rring to him as “this man who lis himself Kerrison,” and now son as this can’t last long.” called him simply “Boy.” These Kerry Mallabee’s face looked drawn and tired in the dim morning side had come to be like oases in! light. Jensen noted her changed Jensen's nightmare journey. | appearance, and as Peter Saint was When night came they halted,| adjusting the wrappings on his and the biind man managed to| sledge, he declared: throw together @ rough, leanto| “I'm not going to ride here to tarpaulin shelter, Then he built a/day. I'm well enough to walk. fire and made coffee. Jensen's) Mins Mallabee {s all beat out and sledge bed drawn close to the | shall take my place on the sledge.” | blaze, and Peter Saint brought him Kerry Mallabee protested that | tin cup of coffee and a handful of! ghe would do nothing of the sort, | Disc ute He drank the coffee, but| but finally, after much persuasion, it -< ryegumend ns could not force him-|¢or ghe really was about used up, me © swallow she took Jensen's place. #8 Mallabee munched her bis-| + , If you will promise to let me cults, drank her coffee and then know the moment you feel fa turned to the habitan a “ tgued?” she bargained. You had better lie down and A They started off. The order of sleep, Peter Saint,” said Mins M. 1 th erse to that labee, as she came shivering toward pda edly Pcseh is ete the fire, “I'll sit up awhile, tend Soliowed one pr the fire, and get thoroly warmed| Saint and Babe took < while you take a nap, Peter.” Kerry Mallabes's komstic aad the The blind man protested that he| 20S team, going on ahead while she |had no need for sleep; but Mise| trailed behind with his more sea- | Mallabee insisted, and, after throw.|80ned animals that might be ex- jing more wood upon the fire, Peter| pected to follow with little attem {Saint finally curled up in one cor-| tion. ner of the shelter and was soon| It was slow progress. They had sleeping like an animal. to fight for every foot of the way. Alan Jensen had not been con-| The sledges moved easily enough, nected with the United States se. | but t torm had obliterated many cret service long enough to render|of the signs of the trail, and the him calloused toward criminals—of | highly intelligent Babe, who acted the feminine persuasion, at least, | 88 pilot, became confused several Kerry Mallabes had been study. | times. ing Jensen's face for some time as he lay by the fire, warmly wrapped, on Peter Saint's sledge. Finally she spoke. “How do you feel now, Boy? she asked, not untenderly Better,” he answered. slight rests and her presence by bis (Continued In Our Next Issue) The chrysanthemum is the old- ent cultivated flower in the world, and, tho Japan's national emblem, was first developed in China. Con- “But that’s what you've been tell-jfucius, who lived approximately ing me all day,” she protested, with|500 years B. C., mentioned ft in a little smile. “According to the|his writings. number of times you hi regis- tered progress, you should be about 100 per cent more than entirely i now.” real this time,” he assured her. “Between your strychnine, your quinine and your surgical dressings, I'm beginning to feel Ike a “ame man.” . somebody else desi Kerrison?” she asked. pare ‘The arrow found its target in Jen- sen's mind, yet did not so far abash him that he couid not return her a TZ’ FOR ACHING, SORE, TIRED FEET ‘ot quite so changed Miss Mallabee,” he naid. I call you Miss Kerrison?” “My name ts Kerrison Mallabee,” she retorted, a bit curtly. “My friends usually shorten it to Kerry wal = sorry I misunderstood, ensen, contritely, “ stupid of me.” r The two fell again tnto silence as Kerry Mallabee replenished the fire, Presently she turned again s that, ir shall “Tell me just what happen the cabin before it caught “tre? The last thing I remember is when Big Dan was choking me across his knee, and I saw you stagger to- band fad oma Peter has told me that Big in is dead; kill him?" seloates “Babe killed him,” answered Jen- sen. “But Babe was securely chained in her corner; did she break her chain?” insisted Miss Mallabee. “I think she must have, or gotten loose in some way,” answered Jen. rather diffidently. Kerry Mallabee had continued to study his face intently, “I don't think I understand you, quite. Peter Saint has already told me that some one snapped open the steel catch on Babe's coliar.” “Oh, well, if you must know on their feet all day sore, tender, sweaty, bu: mean. They use “Tiz,” cures their feet right up. It feet in perfect condition, the only remedy in the world that draws out all the poisonous exuda- tions which puff up the feet and cause tender, sore, tired, aching feet. It instantly stops the pain corns, callouses and bunions. It's simply glorious. Ah! how comfort- able your feet feel after using " You'll never limp or draw ur face in pain. Your shoes tighten and hurt your feet. h Get a 25-cent box of “Tiz” now then,” answered Jensen boyishly, “I|from any druggist. Just think! a snapped her chain. 1 knew I} whole year's foot comfort for only couldn't aid you In my helpless con. | 25 cent certainly does # heal eczema ff In our file of reports, covering a period of over twenty years, literally thousands of pAysicians tell how suc- cessful the Resinol treatment is for eczema and similar skin troubles. The first use of Resinol Ointment and Res- inol Soap usually stops the itching and burning, and they soon clear away all trace of the eruption. 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