The evening world. Newspaper, September 14, 1916, Page 10

' SELOOND “ne tom oe “ee one red bVisopt N THE DEMON’S POWER” ~ + wermet ee ~ heen tak make me ee ed 4 me rn ee on in etal eat et te wntine om tom vation Teme ymnte O86 . + evwledsl ind Ot one semgih late te aban tet they . «wows, eumteliy D . ot and Yonge Tome, © —_ oe, 0 + lather te tection Slaw isting Is os ee Name ran © Vee Aves ewe HE fret eter shen by Mareid @t a (he man whe hed murdered oe fether wee 4 verward the New York Kaaminer had offerat for @ eolution of the Crimeon Stain Myetery Taking bia father’s place at the head of the Examiner, Mareta the campaign in person, epending (housands of dollars weekly ta of the murderer, In a calmly business lke fashion We young man @eeking to fulftl Ite to bring ( Justice the man whe had killed er Aid not knee that the kilers eyes were tinged with @ deep red otain and that 4 at bie Gagers were bone san These were (he fade the most of | ghot eyes to walk abr ; ithe Bremincr’s campaign against only absolute f m until it wa J and hotter every day © go at Inst into the limbo of sily strong as whieh Stanley head wained. And he actuslly unsafe for any man with blood. din the streets leat he be arrested on euspteton, the Crt won Btain wang waned hotter Instead of ellowing the cage to simmer down and to “Unsolved Mysteri Harold ecourged the police the public into more and more activity as time went on, Other papers hie lead. La Rue at firet Matened bbe usement to the echoes of the hue eed deeming himeclf as safe 08 6 fox in den. He laughed at Par- Ya impotent fury over the cam- Bneeringly, he soothed the (growing terror ‘of the rest of hia fol- lowers, But as the hunt increased tn fervor La Rue began to grow nervous. he sent out # call for certain of ghosen lieutenants to meet him Jone aight at the Crimson Stain den. + To the counct! came Vanya Toaca, “Taner and the Masked Demon. “Pierre nodded carelessly in reapon Hee their half-cringing salutations as ‘he entered the big bare room. Thea poke briefiy ‘and to the point. ) “when I put the finger necklace on Btanley,” he said, “Ht was the time I had given that ornament any one except for money. 1 aia to stop the noise his paper wae edout us. But his son ts ‘as aolsy. And the police may in on us @ome day, if he on. Bo he must go. That's de- . and followed Pierre be | dry you to meet Robert Clay- ” said, “because Clayton 1s Stanley's chum and goes often the studio. Did you meet him?” “Mest him? echoed Vanya with an Uttie laugh. “I most surely I went to him last week to ask work as a model. I happened to gust the type he wanted for @ ‘De- painting he is at work on for academy. He engaged me the ute he saw me. I met Harold there the other day, too.” ‘"@ood,” vouchsafed Pierre. “Did ju make Clayton fail in love with as I told you tot” *}\ Mat was the very castest bit of you ever assigned me to,” she “He te @ susceptible boy. Defore the end of the first sitting was staring at me ike @ sick ° ‘Then you can dring him over?" ‘lee confident smile faded trom "a too-red lips. ‘“No,” ghe said in chagrin; “I '*Can't?’ rapped Pierre, na {He isn't that sort—our sort,” sho “Well, if we can't bring him over have to go under. Do you know Stanley visits him?" 1 know when he is going to,” she ready to answer. “He 1s to be at 8 o'clock to-morrow after- \ “Yes,” answered Vanya, “I went ay to Dr. Montrose for more— “Yes, I know. Well?” “As I came downstairs from the laboratory 1 heard Florence Mon- frose talking on the veranda with Harold Stanley and Clayton, She was @sking Clayton to paint her portrait €8 a surprise for her father’s birth @ay next month. She is to have the firet sitting at 3 o'clock to-morrow And Harold the portrait Clayton's studio, ‘ ley is coming to se @tarted. He said he'd surely be there Maknd Tl sea that the Montrose uffeur gets her there fifteen nutes late,” sald La Rue Robert Clayton's studio was on the Moor of the old-fashic Studio & din b next’ aftern the artist ty arranging his eosel and hia el chair with a view to the best it effects, and sorting some hes and mixing several tube- 7s on a palette, He glanced up expectation as the studio door ned. But as he saw Vanya Tos- i supple figure framed in the door- his look of expectancy changed @ slight frown of annoyance. Noting his change of expression, Vanya moved slowly forward into the me". aking timidly you glad te ene me? ‘re ot e here Your vitting is tor 3 Tow.” LYOn!" ehe cried in childlike disap- | then, “Is she prettier than oH SBhe in—ehe is different.” he ( Amt Why day mor 1 to etna 23 sutatanb “why. ——————___. evaded. he 19 email and slender, with bie dark eyes and masses ot dark hair and” —-~ “Then she ie prettier than & am,° peewee, Vanya, her rich voloe break~ ing. “And you'd rather paint her than me." “Noneenae,” Clayton reassured her, “No one on earth is prettior than you, Vanya. But this is @ portrait I have ® commission to paint.’ “If you'd rather spend thie Seauti- ful afternoon painting a ailly portrait th © go on with our ‘Delilah’ pio- ture,” she flared indignantly, “why, go @head and do it. can get some other girl to pose for your ‘Delilah. I'm not coming back.” Accustomed though he was to the vagaries of hie temperamental models, Clayton was amazed by this petulant outburst. Before he could protest, Vanya had flounced out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her, In the half-lit hall he paused be- side the crouching figure of a man. “Ready? she whispered, “He'll probably follow me out here to beg me not to be Tanner nodded, gripping @ revolver chubwise by the barrel and tensing his muscles for a spring. But Clayton did not come out into the hall. He started after the depart- ed model for an instant, then mut- tored: ’ “lf I go after her ehe'll make a scene in the hall just as Florence arriving, Wil drop ber a line to-night instead. He turned to his easel. The next moment Vanya had run lightly back into the room and had slipped be- tween Clayton and the nearest win- dow, ao that, facing her, his back was to the door. I'm sorry," she pleaded oontritely. “Please I'm sorry I was cross. It's omy—it's only that you've made me care so much—I—1"— Her self-control gave way. She broke into a fit of hysterical weep- ing. Her outfung arms clasped themselves spasmodically around astonished Clayton's neck, holding him moveless by the etraining loten- sity of their clinging graap. And before the dumfounded man ees speak or aur Tanner was upon im, Darting into the studio behind Vanya, the Crimaon Stain henchman waited only until the girl had ee- curely eeized Clayton in her strong, willowy arms. Then, carefully aim- ing his blow, Tanner brought down his revolver butt with all the trained force of his arm muscles upon the artist's left temple. Clayton slumped to the polished floor without word or cry, his senses clean gone, and without baving ecen or heard hia assailant, Before Clayton's inert body had fairly struck the floor Tanner and Vanya were leaning above him deftly binding and gagging the senseless man, This achieved, they lifted the body, bore it across to a divan, thrust the divan forward a foot or two and dropped Clayton into the space be- tween the divan back and the wall. “We've no time to waste,” sald La Rue, coming into the studio from the hall, “The Montrose chauffeur didn't get my message, He's coming down the block now with Florence in the car @ quarter of an hour ahead of ge ,, 1 #aw him from the hall win- ow." “What are we to do with her?” ex- claimed Vanya in panic. “Stanley's not here yet. We can't treat her as we've treated Clayton. At least hesitated, looking questioningly at La 1 I suppose we can't.” ‘o," he decreed with no hesitation atall, “Our strongest hold over Mon- trose is his daughter, But for her he'd turn desperate, instead of giving It to us He might even Kill himself. And then where would we be without the drug? There ts fer, easier way to take care of he: A quick, soft footstep sounded tn the hall outside, Tanner at @ gesture from Pierre slipped out into the hall, and with the air of a departing visitor strolled past Florence Montrose and on toward the head of the stairs There he paused and looked out of the win- he street below stood Dr. ek car, Drawing up to curb behind it Was @ gray roadster, whicn Harold Stanley was just nding. Vanya, in obedience to a word of La Rue's, glided into Clayton's dress- ing room, Florence, at the same mo- ment, tapped at the studio door, “Come in," called La Rue, She entered, and taking @ step or two Into the room, glanced around her, The door was shut and locked as she did so. Standing with his back ainst it, Plerre La Rue faced her, Nightly, his § folded nee gasped in r Again was eyes which for weehs her in nightinares, the ich had then been suffused by Crimson Stain. >was she looked she saw La Rue's eyes xradually redden unt they kleamed Hike hot coals, Hut after thie you ag, THE EVENING WORLD, THURSDAY, PPC PP PEPE rola. THE CRIMSON STAIN MY SORA OOIDOTEDFD DD ONTO TE son eeee “I—I came to eee Mr. Clayten,” she forced herself to stammer. “As he is not here, 1 won't walt.” “Ming Montrose,” he sald euavely ry beautiful old home at Riverai On the night when Jerome Stanley had the misfortune to—to"— “To be murdered by youl” she flashed back, her dread of the man Overcome for the moment by a gust of loathing. “I saw you with your fingers about his throat—with your eyes as red as a rabid beast's!" "I thought so, almost certain of it, But there wa: some slight doubt. You see, all wom: en—especially in moments of fright— are not so observant as you. There ‘was a chance you did not see my face Jong enough that night to remember. That is why I waited to-day to see if you would know me. I.saw you did the moment you looked at me as aay came in just now. I am sorry, it you leave me no alternative. hat—what do you mean?” she faltered, hor throat eanded with ter- ror, ips dry. “I mean this, Miss Montrose,” he returned, speaking very slowly, al- most solomnly. “You are the only person in the outer world who has looked into the face of the man they call ‘The Crimson Stain’ and lived. But it is not safe to let you go free we such dangerous knowledge, She screamed aloud tn stark horror ashe moved toward her. Her scream penetrated the heavy outer door and into the hall It reached the ears of Tanner, who crouched Hetening at the keyhole, Lt reached Harold Stanley, who was hurrying along the haliway. Stanley broke into @ run he reo- ognized Florence's voice, and as he ran he called out reassuringly to her. Out of the hallway shadows as he ran forward @ figure launched itself upon him, Tanner, realising that but for him- eelf Harold must presently burst into the room and confront both Plerre and Florence, had taken matters into his own hands, Ho knew that by daylight and in fair combat Pierre La Rus would be no physical match for #0 renowned an athlete as Stanley. It had been their intent to attack Harold together from behind while he should be in talk with Vanya, id Vanya, if possible, was to have aided them by twining her arms around Stanley as ehe had about Clayion, Thus handicapped, have been an easy victim for the “finger-necklace,” supplemented, 1f need be, by @ tap from Tanner's ‘pis- tol butt, Tanner alone could aave the day by holding him off until La Rue could Alspose of Florence and come out to finish the killing of the man he had doomed to derta, Wherefore, Tanner sprang to the attack, not bes he craved a nex ond encounter with the man who had once dislocated his shoulder blade, but because there seemed no other way to prevent La Rue's plans and his own from golng to pleces. Tanner seized Harold by the throat from behind as he sprang, But if he sought to duplicate La Rue'a suc- cess in such manoeuvres he was speedily undecetved Here was n@ flabby, middle-aged man ike most of the Crimson Stain victims, Nor was Tanner, strong as he was, a second La Rue tn dexterity and atrongth of erip. Moreover, the ight was bad and Herold was tn swift motion Harold would For these very good reasons the thro: ‘as a lamentable failure, 1 ‘ling Turner's stubby fingers encircling his neck from the rear, adopted a very simple and vory effective trick known to all wrestlers and to most all-around athletes, Throwing back his own arms, with- out turning his body, he caught his assailant by the throat and shoulder and with a mighty heave of the arms and a doubling of the boay sent Tan- ner hurtling forward and to the floor tn front of him Tanner, ehooting throurh space If from a catapult, fell with a er that shook the very walls. Var breathless. but 1 full of fight, ‘Tanner rust his opponent Harold met the rush with an upper- cut that missed Tanner's jaw by barely an inch and landed heavily on Din cheekbone, Half-dazed and with In to grapple * he replied; “I was ‘ oe ERY renee HAROLD CARRIES THE HYPNOTIZED FLORENCE TO HER FATHER. his head bussing like a beehive, Tan- ner ran in and clinched, gaining the terribly effective underhold on his op- ponent Secking to break Stanley's back with this hold, be braced his feet, drove his chin into the hollow be- i's shoulder and neck and rward with both the hands *® « rule this hold (when fully @ained by @ strong man) results in one of two things—elther the victim's oping snaps or wrenches, or the either of surrendering or of «: ing through life with a wrenched back. With a twist of his feet he broke the “brace” of Tanner's foot- hold on the floor, and with @ simul- tancous heave to one side threw the man off his balance, Forced to shift his grip in order to eave bis equilibrium, Tanner relax: for an instant his underhold, In that moment Harold nimbly wriggled out of danger and planting a blow square in the centre of Tanner's face, sent him spinning backward and groping wildly at the sidewalls of the stair- way to restore his balance. Down the short hallway, toward the stals head, raged the unequal figh For now Harold had a@ definite pu pose in view, And toward the fur- therance of that purpose he was driv. ing bis adversary, In vain Tanner tried to block or duck the whirlwind of blows, In vain he sought to clinch or stand his ground. Ho was no match for the doughtiest, all-around athlete of Har- vard's last four years. The time was summer, The day was Saturday, Hence, practically every studio in the building was va- cant. Such few tenants on lower floors as heard the conflict fancied it & good-natured rampage on the part of some of the building's gayer artists. But the janitor, @ cranky old fel- low, awakened from his afternoon snooze by the racket, drowstly de- cided that @ riot was in progress in the upper stories. And he waddled forth, blinking, to find a policeman. And now, in his merciless drive, Harold anley had backed hia foe to the very summit of the stairs, The flight went down stecply for fifteen Bleps to the landing below, With a final sledge-hammer blow in the mouth, Stanley sent Tanner reel- ing backward over the atalr edge. Down the flight of fifteen eteps tumbled the beaten man, his head striking the next lower landing with @ bang that knocked his wits out of his thick skull Such men as Tanner do not He un- conscious for more than @ very few ning less formidat But Harold this. ently Hfeless on him ‘consider did not stop.to ‘There lay his antagonist appar- the landing below And the way was clear to Clay- ton's studio, With a sick dread in his heart Har- old dashed again toward the studio door, The scream had not been re- peated, Pierre La Rue had heard bis hench- man attack Harold. His super-quick wit had explained to him the whole situation ina flash. And he laid his plans with equal ewiftness. There was no longer a chance ef Killing Harold Stanley to-day, The best that La Rue could hope for would be to escape in safety and to prevent Florence Montrose from be- traying him. Accordingly, even as her lips were parted for ond cry for help, he loaped at he docaught her by the shoulders, bringing bis face close to her own Deep into the girl's frightened eves he glared as though his terrible gaze would pierce to her very soul, All his abnormally powerful mind and will power were concentrated Into that silent stare. Florence, in terror, sought to re- move her glance from his, she could not. Even as the serpent charms the bird into helplessness, #0 Pierre La A eecond thrust of the giant shoulders and the beavy door leaped bodily on tte hinges, while one of the thick panels aplit from top to bottom. La Rue picked up Florence's uncon- scious body in his arms and ran to- ward the dressing room. “There's a door in the room beyond that leads out into the hall!” Vanya cried to him as he passed her, A third crash, with the whole weight and power of Harold Stanley's body behind it, smashed the lock and gent the etudio door fying Inward, Harold burst into the room, all but falling on bis face from the force of his own impetus. But Pierre had vanished through the dressing room doorway, A single sweeping glance showed Harold that the studio was deserted. He saw the open door leading Into the dressing room, and dashed toward it. On tho threshold he all but collided with Vanya, who camo strolling out from the dressing room, yawning as she caine, “Why, Mr. Stanley!" exclaimed Vanya, “what on earth are you doing here? Are you waiting for Mr. Clay- ton, as I am? I got tired waiting and went into the next room for a nap. There's a couch there, and I was sleepy. So here ts she anded Harold, recovering from his bewilderment. “Is she in there?" “Is who in where?” asked Vanya, apparently puz by the shouted question, “If you mean in the dress- ing room, no one is there, 1"—— “I beard her cry out,” he insisted, thrusting his way past her into the dressing-room, The room waa empty. The door ding into the hall was closed, Vanya followed him, laughing, “L can explain the cry you heard,” she volunteered, “Though I am ashamed (o, | had a bad dream and woke myself screaming and"—— “It was not your voice!” he de. olared, “It was hers.” “Whose?” she asked, amusedly, He did not answer. He was utterly dumfounded. He could have sworn he had heard Florence Montrose scream for help, He had burst in the door, and now—he was confronted by this smiling, yawning model, who was very evidently the sole occupant of the suite. To mask his Irritation from Vanya's mischievous glance he strode across to the open window and looked out, wondering if the cry he had heard might have come from some adjoining studio whose window was also open, He did not for a moment beligve Vanya's story that it had been she who screamed. The voice had been Florence's, He could have sworn to that. Pierre La Rue, meantime, had run into the hall and toward the stair- head, carrying the unconscious girl. At the summit of the stairs he en- countered Tanner, dazed, battered, bleeding, wildly disheveled, who was ascending from the landing where he had first recovered his senses, La Rue gave Tanner no chance to ex- plain, Thrusting the sensoless girl into the panUng man’s arms, Pierro commande et her downstatrs and out into her own car, The chauffeur knows you belong to me, and so he will obey Tell him to drive in a hurry ‘0 He got no further. summoned by the jJanttor, had just appeared in the hallway from tho freight elevator, whose sliding door was half-way down the hall, In an instant La Rue's plan was made, The bluecoat had not yet seen Tanner and the girl, as they were hidden from his view by the slope A policeman, of the statrway which thoy were de- scending a fewgsteps ahead of La Rue, But the po An's Very next stride might bring him into sight of them. And then explanations must follo explanations that could not be made, Running back up the stairs, dan- gling his watch and chain in one hand as though he had just stolen them from some tenant, he collided with the astonished policeman, wrig- gled trea, and with every appearance of crazy panic ran Iimpingly toward Rue's eyes and his uncanny will the scuttle ladder that led to the roof. power held Florence spellbound, The policeman naturally gave chase, Her wide-starins * became dull a Rue ppeared through — the Her eyes ghowd. Her tensa body re ttle ju pokee laxed and would have sunk limply man to seize > tried to to the floor had Lue Rue not upheld clap down the police it man thrust it aside and clambered Crash! Harold's shoulder was at out onto the roof just as La Rue the locked door, And the stout oak yaulted the low dividing parapet to shivered under the impact. Vanya came running in from the dressing- room in panic at the sound, the roof of the adjoining building, Drawing his nightstick, the poilee- man lumbered tn pursuit. SEPTEMBER FEET EEE EE ee tee ST Thrilling Car ne Core er of Crimea Fiend Rivalling Jekyll.and-Hyde Novelized by ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE From the Latest Consolidated Film Play —— f wy" Over two roofe they raced thus, Then Pierre stubbed his toe and fell over @ clothes-prop at the very edge haft, The policeman grab- bed triumphantly at him. But the fallen and supposedly stunned La Rue waa not there whon the bluecoat's hands sought to close upon his collar, Instead, Pierre was behind him. And Pierre's fingers had closed on the fat red throat in the finger neck- lace grip. A few seconds later the policeman ceased bis writhinga and his body collapsed. Pierre released his hold. The bdlue- coat lurched inertly forward across the parapet, toppled by reason of his own weight, and fell over the edge of the alr shaft. Whirling around and around in the air, he crashed downward to the flagstones below. Harold Stanley, oblivious of the drama enacted overhead, stood ai ing moodily down into the street, There at the curb was his roadster, his chauffeur drowsily at the wheel. Twenty feet in front of it was Dr. Montrose's black touring car, its chauffeur reading @ red- covered magazine. Just at that moment Harold saw @ man run out from the etudio en- trance carrying @ girl in his arms, shout an order to the black car's auffeur and Iift his burden into the car itself, following her as the chauffeur bent forward to press the scif-starter, Harold waited to see no more, For he recognized the apparently sleep- ing girl as Florence Montrose. Out of the suite he dashed, thrust. ing aside the detaining Vanya and running down the steep fight of airs three at a time, After what seemed to him @ cen. tury or more he reached the aile- waik and sprane inte his own gray roadster, “Do you see that black touring car away Up the street there?” he yelled to his wondering chauifeur. “Overs haul it and I'll double your pay. The chauffeur—a true New Yorker needed no further exhortation, The roadster shot forward at a speed that detied every trailc law In two minutes the black car was less than a block ahead. ‘Then it was that Tanner, turnin, idly to look back, saw his pursuer, He shouted to the chauffeur, The black car, in @ little more than its own length, nearly redoubled its for- mer speed, ‘The race had begun. Uptown whizzed the gray car and the black. Straight ahead they flew, for at that fearful pace there chance for turning corners. Was infinite risk indeed of the flying cars throu, thinning traitic as the Again and again the; ed collision or destruct and larger vehicles, Again and again encountered, barely avold- na from slower policemen sprang out to atop them; then shrank back just in time to escape death, and blasphemously jotted down the racers’ numbers, Inch by tnch, as the more open coun try was neared, the gray roadster be- Ban to creep up on (he speeding black car, In another mile the gray car cut down the distance between itseif and its prey far more rapidly than before, Harold, leaning far forward at his chauffeur's side, understood why, for he could hear the black machine's on- gine begin to “miss,” and be knew, bar accidents, the race was his own, ‘Tho gray roadster in @ few min- utes more crawled alongside the handicapped touring car, whose en- gine now was al but useless, With @ flying leap, as the gray car came up with its quarry, Harold covered the space between the run- ning boards of the two converging machines; landing with both feet on the black ¢: running board, and steadying himself by a left-hand grip on one of the seat arms, he struck fercely at Tanner, Tho latter, in recent memory of his battle with tho sledge-hammer hitter, shrank back from the blow, Harold ewung himself on board into the seat on which Tanner supported the s less Florence, Hefora he could strike her had jumped out of gain, Ta © rapil ver once int 1 to run row Je mud and t his foot and set off ata down an adjoining highway Harold, leaning forward, swung for the head of the black car's badly rattled driver, Who promptly followed Tanner'a example, en serambl dead | plant, co PPE PeeUe Ue re eee LL eee a The best that La Rue could hope for ; would be to prevent Flo from betraying him Deep into the girl's fright. leaped at her, ened eyes he glared, nee Montrose cordingly, he } Even as the serpent charms the bird into helplessacss, so Pierre La Rue's eyes and his unc iy will- power held Florence spellbound. The car, ite wheel denerted, veered arply one @ Harold lunged ver the back peat and Jarnmed down the emergency brake, The machine caine to 4 eudden and jarring halt Vainiy Maroid sought to revive the sensciens irl, At lust he lifted her tenderly from the black ear and bore Whe ance t are mot ee ‘ tra aelee ‘ eautit eyes A them ett ! abie tre house tn Kiver dale me at the bell wa: awered by Fel the doctor's erafty faced, silent. foe d valet 1 Dr, Montrose hie daughter haw fainted,” ordered Harold her Into the lthrary” “Twill take “This te no Montrose, “Hh trance.” “A hypnotic trance?” repeated Harold, incredulously, Laoki" hi Florenoe’ dig dark eyes slowly opened, “fhe te coming to her senses!” Dr, Montrose passed hie hand ta front of the blankly staring eyes. They did not wink nor change ex- Dreeston, “Bhe seca notbing,” be wald eadly. “It can't be. In the hallway the aod riled by a hun, He wheeled to face Parris) The two men looked inserutably at exchanging From the lorary 4 tn the neat breath the Meter ere heard Jr, Montrose in frown beneath anguteh clenched teeth: ~My Mttle @irl; my tde, Utte nt" at Then, anexpected es @ Mgmtnins holt, a new element buret tnte the moment of tense crisie (To Be Contunued.) The Third Instalment of “THE CRIMSON STAIN MYSTERY” Will Be Published THURSDAY, Sept. 21 Lhe Evening World’s Beauty and Health Column Conducted by Pauline Furlong ——4D ea Through This Column Mise Furlong Wul Reply to Women Readers’ Questions Regarding Exercise, Diet and Other Means of Preserving Good Health and Good Looks. ——_esoan —_—_ Mental calm is the most essential point to cultivate when trying to gain welght, because it ls impossible to add healthy fatty Ussue to the body 'f you are vous, bigh strung and fidgety. Rest and sleep j are next in im portance; at least eight oor nine hours each night and an afternoon nap if convenient WING FURLONS treatment. Deep breathing, copious wator drinking, proper foods and bodily cleanliness, inside and out, are also essential in any developing course. Any Intelligent method followed to gain weight will improve the entire system, vitality and general health, even If it does not show a market gain In weight within a short time, because the digestive and eliminative orsana will be greatly stimulated ang fact that short fasta from all foods will cause one to gain weight much more quickly than too many meala Fasting stimulates the digestive Of ans to a very high degree of ef- ficiency, destroys dead tissue, sharp- ens, the appetite for the foods you do eat, clears slug@ish blood, and helps the blood vessels to carry the nut i- ment where the syatem most needs it, Letters From Readers, OBESITY DIET—MRS. MARTHA A. asks: “Wil you please repeat the obesity diet for readers?” The obesity diet ts repeated to-day, All meats, but pig in any form, All fowl, game and poultry but goose. All fish, shell fish, oysters, clama, lobsters, shrimps and any eea foods but salmon, without off or thick cream or butter dressings, A Meat Jellies and thin soups are al- owed, All dark breads but Boston brown All fruit and vegetable salads (ex- cept those made from forbidden starchy foods) served plain or with cooked dressing, made from exge and without oll, Dressed with lemon juice they are particularly beneficial to health and reduction of fles! The following list of vegetal allowed in the obesity diet: Cabbage, ked and raw; kale, Brussels ut#, sauerkraut, string beans, nips, cauliflower, b et tops, rac hokes, ce root, lettuce, romaine, endive, eveart chicory, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, mushrooms, pep- except bananas and grapes aro allowed. Gelatine and water ices, prunes, rhubarb, stewed fruits of all Kinds, sweetened with saccharine or some sugar eubstitute and eaten without milk or cream, Buttermtlk, skim milk, elder, lemon. ade allowed, MAT EXERCISES—MRS. asks: “What do you mean exercises, W on so often in_your artic The mat exercises are those which are to be taken in a reclining posi- tion and are especially beneficial to boginners, elderly persons and the H. M, 7. by t venti very oboe, because they cive the will also ald the, | with the Greatest amount of trunk (body) work and abdominal development — and Practice without causing undue strain and fatigue. Any soft mat will answer the pur pose, And an ordinary mattress cov ered with brown burlap to keep it from becoming soiled will be even better, These are used extensively in the professional gymnasium ; Many persons who are employed and compelled to remain standing during long houra of the day will find the mat exercises not only bene- fictal but restful as well, and @ much greater time will naturally be allowed for their practice tf they do not cause further fatigue, HAND MASSAGE FOR CON: PATION.—MRS HARRY K. Ma “Will you please tell me how to apply massage to relieve constipation and help remove obese abdomen? I am not physically able to exerctee.” Hand maesage for constipation ant removing the rolls of fat, whieh fre. quently appear on the abdomen and walst line, Is performed while aa- suming 4 reclining position, Presa down on the tensed musoles ims of the hands and Ide of fat backward and forward and around, without allowin; the hands to elip from the original tarting position. fn this manner the dominal muscles nearest the gur- move the face are exercised and tt benefited, It 1s a well known medicay| Of fat over them are atmtntsbed: Continue this for several minutes Be. fore removing the palms of |hands to another part of the nls. men. Even better results may be acoem- plished through pounding the alter- nately tensed and relaxed musoles of the abdomen with the clenched This I» called percussion, and te effective in the reduction ef @h hips. At the start do not elther of the exercises more CY minutes, Hay Foot! oe Foot! No Corns on These Feet! ‘al Hooray, men! Hooray, Indies! 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