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N o other preparation i t quite to efficient. It is pleasant to the taste, gentle and sure In action, absolutely harmless. If worms a re present your little one w ill be a differen t child a fte r taking the first bottle. Ask your druggist. DR. D. JAYNE & S O N , P hiladelphia. O V E R 3 6 M IL L IO N B O T T L E S S O L D J ayne ’ s O opyrlsht by B ob bs-M srrlll Co. (W N U S ervlet,) Now easy to get rid of Gray Keep Hair Naturally Dark CHAPTER VIII — 13— T h e B u g le o f M a r a c a y Emerging again Into the sunlight I found the Irish captain still offering sturdy support to the adobe walk “Every time our colonel wins a bat tle,” said he, “he thinks he’s Alex ander.” “You speak In parables, Monahan; Plnl falls a deal short of Alexander.” He grinned, and bent his red head to Indicate a massive rock house a stone's throw to the north of us. “That's his headquarters—or will be until the Spaniards run us out again. He has lately entered It, with a lady . . a reluctant lady, It’s true, but the manner of Plnl was gently but ' firmly coercive, so . . .” “I shall apprise him of our danger at once; we must re-form, and we ( must keep ,n touch with the main J body of Bolivar's army, else we are lost, for our ammunition—” “Sure," he said He caught hold of my arm as I turned away. “Is your pistol loaded, Garde?" There was a j strange light in his blue eyes, nnd j under his air of seeming indifference I read a definite tenseness. “Do I require a pistol to approach our colonel?” He shrugged. "Go nhend; yon went In Caracas without a gun—and out again. This lion’s den should be vast ly simpler. A Providence watches over you." The heavy wooden door with Its ex quisite carvings stood open and ns I would have entered, a sentry put a gun across the doorway. “The colonel has Issued orders that he Is not to be disturbed; will the major wait?” “The major won’t ; will you tell the colonel—7” He showed white teeth In a wide grin. “I cannot; It would be as much as my life Is worth to disturb him.” While I waited, wondering what should be done, the colonel's tenor, carrying the burden of a caress, came down the hallway: “Would not the wines of Montalban caress thy palate, Bonita?” I failed to catch Bonita's reply, but It was not acquiescence, for the col onel spoke again: “When the Span iards take a city. Señorita, they take all that is In i t ; may we, then, do less?” e He laughed at her rejoinder and continued: “Had I known Maracay held so gorgeous a beauty I should have taken It long ago; so fair a vision of loveliness may not be kept for a mere Spaniard . . . he cannot properly appreciate. Be not so cold,” he pleaded; “a little wine, a little—” “No, no,” she cried, “ah, no!” Name of G—d—the one voice In all the world! It had called to me In my dreams, It had ridden the wings of the wind, and now . . . With no thought of consequences I thrust the sentry aside with a sweep of my arm, sped along the hallway and threw my body against the door, which crashed Inward under the Im pact of my fall. By the time I had regained my feet Plnl, pistol held ready, was standing across the table from me, and the Señorita Lnmartina leaned against the wall, fear in her pale face and slim hands pressed against her bosom. “Señor!” she gasped. “Dulce!” Colonel I’lnl, misunderstanding me, laughed. “Aye, dulce Indeed, Major Garde, for she is the sweetest by far of all those that the stupid Spaniard has yet brought over. But why do you enter my quarters by such force ful means?” Think! I must think, I must con trol myself; blind luck so far had been my portion, but now , . . Gra cious G—d, give me the use of my brain! Pin! did not recognize her, did not realize the value of the prize that he had won; then, manifestly, he should remain in Ignorance. “A vision, In tru th !” said I, laugh ing. “But do you not know, my col onel, that the taking of Maracay has cost us over a hundred men? We would hasten.” She looked at me In amazement, re sentment In the deep blue eyes, and I thought, an expression of pleading also. “Aye.” Plnl agreed, “a hundred men Indeed—but It's worth I t ; the Señorita alone Is worth two hundred.” I think the garrulous colonel had partaken too freely of the wines of Montalban. "Yet there is much to do." "Did not Bolivar say to take the city, and have I not done so?” “Yes, hut General Bolivar also snld to hold i t Do von not know, my col- onel, that half our Indian soldiers, having fired away their remaining am munition in celebration of our victory, have discarded their guns, assuming them—empty—to be of no further use?" He laughed. “A misfortune, but nothing tragic; It has ever been the habit of the stupid savages. A thing to be discounted as Inevitable." “And," I continued, "that the forces of Paez and Plaza have fallen back before the Spaniards, freeing the two wings that may now close In upon u s ; that If we do not move swiftly our lines of communication with Bolivar’s army will be broken, so thut, half ac coutered and without ammunition, we will be lost?” "How gloomy a tale do you bring me in this, the hour of my happiness.’* His acquisitive eyes took In the slim beauty of the Señorita, and I could have throttled him for the evil in his look. "Does your American cowardice come to the fore nt such a time ns this; do you not realize that, of the entire line of attack, only we have broken through?” "Aye, and I realize also that the Spaniard will close in behind us. And this American cowardice of mine, Senor, does not presume to celebrate a half-victory with drunkenness and other unseemly conduct.” Plnl brought the pistol to bear upon me. “Do you speak thus to me, your colonel, your commanding officer?" “Under simllnr conditions, my col onel, I would speak so to Bolivar him self, had he fallen so low; a thing I “ Did Not Bolivar Say to Take the City, and Have I Not Done So?” cannot Imagine, for, of nil our officers, I think Colonel Plnl Is the only man who might have planned an act so vile.” Madness? Aye, a veritable mad ness; yet his eyes had offered Insult to the Señorita, and I worshiped her. “Ah, Loren,” she cried, fear in her voice—and love, I think, ns well. “How vast a blunder. Can you not see—?’’ Plnl laughed. “ ’Loren’? Well!" His voice was icy, menacing. “Ah, Dulce mla,” I gasped, “I can not think; I love thee!” “Very pretty," said Pint He offered a sour smile. "I have waited, Garde, for such a time as this." He thought a moment. “It Is the Señorita Lamar- tlna—no? Then she shall see how we deal with Insubordination, a grievous crime. At such a time I may be Judge and Jury nnd executioner, for It Is my right.” “The pistol Is not made, my col onel,” I said, “that may kill me in stantly, and If I am given so much as half a minute—” "No,” said Dulce, “no!” She came forward, nrms outstretched, toward the man who waited, weapon pointing at my heart. "Anything, Colonel Plnl, but—” I thrust her aside. “No!’ I cried, leaping toward him as the gun roared, filling the room with thunder. Flame traversed my nrm, and sent the red- hot pain coursing through my body. My right arm fell, useless, and the fingers of my left hand found his throat, and held. No matter what befell I knew that only death awaited me, for this attack upon a superior officer, regardless of the circumstances or the provocation, could mean but one thing: a court and a decree of death. So, with the weight of my body, and the strength of my legs, I held him ngalnst the wall while my fingers did their work. I even laughed, a »brill maniacal out Now without using dangerous dyes buret, and I talked: “Do you See, you can darken gray hair naturally, Dulce, my own, how a craven die»?" quickly restore its original shade by "No, Loren, no; It Is murder I If the world's finest, sale way which is now keeping millions of heads young you love me, dear heart, you will not looking. Benefits the hair as it dark do It I” ens it to the shade you want. As sim “But he offered Insult to thee , . . ple as brushing. Try i t Pay druggist »hall I not kill him for that, does he 75c for a large bottle of WYETH'S not deserve—1” SAGE & SULPHUR and just follow “Listen, Loren, do you not hear It 7" easy directions. Now there came to ua the clear high t ■■■■ ■- I. ■ —wy N e w F r e e z i n g P ro c e s s note» of a bugle, a penetraring, elec tric summons. I guess I ain, and have Utilizing Intense cold nt 5U degree« always been, first a soldier, for that below zero, a process has been per> call to arms cleansed my mind of fed cd by which perishable foods art hatred and found a soldier's ready frozen so thnt they retain their origi acquiescence In my heart. nal fresh flavor and texture fot Colonel Plnl, freed at Inst, staggered months In a frozen state. to the table nnd hrncctl hl» swaying Meats, seafoods, poultry, vegeta body with his hands. "You will pay bles and fruit» nre processed by tha for this, Senor," he rasped through a new method. According to Clarence tortured throat. Birdseye, quick freezing Inventor, tha Wild yells followed the call of the foods nre frozen so quickly thnt no bugle, nnd Intermittent thudding of I hurmful chemical or organic change guns, then an orderly fusillade. 1 cun take place In them. knew that the Spaniards, having re formed behind us to cut us off, were Investing the city. “I expect to pay, colonel, nnd you will doubtless pay when Bolivar hears how you have thrown away the fruits Nature controls all of n dearly bought victory " the functions of our “After this skirmish,’’ he snld, mov- | digestive organs ex lng unsteadily toward the wreckage I cept one. We hnve of the doorway, "there will ba a control over thnt, court." and it’s the function "I »hall be ready, my colonel." that causes the most • • • • • • • trouble. "Ah, Loren, that you should have See that your cbll-j found me thus!" dren form regular bowel habits, nnd “I am thankful thnt I was able to ' at the first sign of bad breath, coated find you at all." I went to my knees tongue, biliousness or constipation, nnd pressed my lips against a slim give them a little California Fig hand, for my love for her hns been ' Syrup. It regulati*» the bowels and the sort of worship that mortals offer , stomach and gives these organs tone up to saints. “Am I not forgiven. ■nd strength so they continue to act Señorita, thnt I was so blind ns not ■S Nature Intends them to. It helps to see through your masquerade?” build up nnd strengthen pale, listless, She put her hnnd upon my head. underweight children. Children lova “It Is light again—your hnlr. I am Its rich, fruity tuste nnd It’s purely glad, Loren.” vegetable, so you can give It ns often The tumult of conflict approached, as your child’s appetite lags or ha and I knew the force of Colonel Plnl. leetns feverish, cress or fretful. drunk with a false victory and too Leading physicians have endorsed much wine, nnd Insufilclently outfitted It for 50 years, and its overwhelming with guns and ammunition, were sales record of over four million bot benten, nnd moving back. tles a year showa how mothers de “Do they lose—your men?” pend on It. A Western mother, Mrs. I nodded. It. W. Stewart, 4112 Raritan St, “I am sorry; Spain does not belong Denver, Colorado, snya: “Raymond In Venezuela. I hnve seen. You must wns terribly pulled down hy consti go, you must save yourself. Your pation. He got weak, fretful and life—” cress, had no appetite or energy and “Do you love me, Dulce mla?" food seemed to sour In his stomach. Now she came to her knees beside me. "Ah, Loren mío, there Is noth California Fig Syrup had him romp ing nnd playing Hgaln In Just a few ing In my life but love for thee!" days, nnd soon he wns back to nor “Then you forgive?" mal weight, looking better than he “Aye, dear heart I Kiss me, kiss had looked In months," me and hold me, hold me close, Protect your child from Imitations then . . . Loren, you are wounded, of California Fig Syrup. The mark there Is blood. Ah, God preserve of the genuine Is the word "Cali thee!" fornia” on the carton. “My arm only, but I can hold thee well with one.” I laughed In un ex O n a o r the O th e r cess of happiness. Blinks—Is your wife a good drlverl So I kissed the shining hnlr, thp Jinks—I’m not sure whether shell tear-dlmmed eyes, nnd the tender lips, or oil the other drivers she meet» and I held her close to my heart again, are.—Cincinnati Enquirer. for I knew that this would he the end. Defent or victory for the forces Hardest tnx on the mind Is to of Bolivar, my fate wns sealed. :hlnk of something smart to say on » “Pollto,” I said, “lies wounded, hut picture postcard. not seriously, In an adobe house less than two hundred meters south from here.” STOP YOUR COLD Now she clung to me, face upta’sed IN 6 HOURS WITH In pleading. "Is there blnine In thy heart, Loren, that Pollto should he fighting for the Spanish?” “A soldier may not turn his back upon Ills country, my sweet; Pollto owes his service to his king," “Bless thee, my own . . . Adlosl” Drivo» it away in 12 hour». Denver Mother Tells Story ◄ 1 (TO B E CONTINUED.) T rea su re s in L ib ra ry Buffalo public library has thousands of dollars’ worth of rare books hid den away in Its shelves, according to the head librarian. Many of them are under lock nnd key. Irreplaceable his tories of Buffalo and the Niagara fron tier are Included in the list. 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