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IR 4 two lemons from the peach-like complexion. " TERRE BF Ye =a iE MESHG Inside the Lines HEALTHY BODY Has Not Had An Hours Sickness Since | Taking " FRUIT-A-TIVES", MR. MARRIOTT 78 Lees Ave., Ottawa, Ont, . August 9th, 1915 ° 1 think it my duty to tell you what *"Fruit-a-tives" has done for me. Three years ago, I began to feel run- down and tired, and suffered very much | from Liver and Kidney Trouble. Having read of *¥Fruft a-tives", I thought I would try them. The result | was surprising. During the 2} years past, I have taken them regularly and | would not change for any thing. ZFhave #0! had an hour's sickness since I com- menced using "Pruit-a-tives", and I know now what 1 haven't known for | a good many years that is, the blessing of & healthy body and clear thinkiag | brain', WALTER J. MARRIOTT. 60e. a box, 6 for $2.50, trial size, 250, At dealers or sent postpaid on receipt of price by Fruit-a-tives Limited, Ottawa. AS ddd bbb WOMEN! IT'S CHEAP! USE, LEMON JUICE TO _ MAKE BEAUTY LOTION Bild : vd 3 In all weathers the skin and 'com- plexion can be kept wonderfully clear, 80ft and white by the use of this inexpensive lemon lotion which any girl or woman can easily prepare. The juice of two fresh . lemons strained into a bottle containing three ounces of orchard white makes a whole quarter pint of the most re- markable lemon skin beautifier at about 'the 'cost one must pay for a small jar of the ordinary cold ereams. "Care 'should he taken to straih-the lemon juice through a fine cloth~%o no lemon pulp gets.in, then this lo- tion will keep fresh "for months. Every woman, knows that lemon juice is used to bleach and remove such blemishes as freckles, sallow- ness and tan, and is the idegl skin softener, smoothener and beautifier. Just try it! Get three ounces of orchard white at any pharmacy and -grocer and make up a 'quarter pint of this sweetly * fragrant lemon lotion, It naturally should help to soften, fresph- en, bleach and bring out the roses and hidden beauty of any skin. Those who wiil make it a habit to gently massage this lotion into the face, neck, arms and bands once or twice daily may be repaid with a skin that is flexible and 'young looking and a Sewing wing Machines, Umbrellas, Suit Soe Ti Iaeined and tefitiod, oF Trane repaired reson. ie repaired; Keys fitted. All makes of | _149 Sydenham Street "Chop It, Louisa!" | Capper lapsed into brusk English as rs CHAPTER IL. From the Wilheimstrasse. T would be wiser to talk in German," the woman said. "In these times French or i English speech in Berlin"-- | She finished with a lifting of her | shapely bare shoulders sufficiently elo | quent. The waiter speeded hig task of refilling the man's glass and discreetly withdrew, | "Oh, I'll talk in German quick enough," the man assented, draining | bis thin half bubble of glass down to | the last fizzing residue In the stem | "Only just show me you've. got the {right to hear and the good fat bank notes to pay, that's all." For an inv stant--half the time of a breath--a flash of loathing made the woman's eyes tigerish, but at once they chang ed again to, tild bantering. "So? Friend Billy Capper of Brus | sels has a touch of the spy fever him- | | self and distrusts an old pal?' She laughed softly, and one slim hand toy- ed with a heavy gold locket on her | bosom. "Friend Billy. Capper forgets | old times and old faces--forgets even { the matter of the Lord Fisher let ters' -- > The man called he banged the stem of his wineglass | on the damask. "No sense in raking that up again--just because 1 ask you a fair question--ask you to identity yourself in your new job." "We go no further, Billy Capper" she returned, speaking swiftly in Ger wan. "Not another word between us unless you obey my rule and talk this langage. Why did you get that mes sage through to me to meet you here fo the Cafe Riche tonight if you-did uot trust me? Why did you have me carry your offer to--to headquarters and come here ready to talk business if it was only to hum and haw abdut my identifying myself?" "Louisa--Louisa, old pal: don't bo hard on poor Billy Capper," he mum- bled. "I'm down, girl-away down again. Bince they kicked me out at Brussels I haven't had a shilling to | bless myself with, Can't go back to England--you know that; the Fremch won't have me and here I am, my din- ner clothes my only stock in trade left and you even having to buy the wine." A tear of self pity slipped down the hard drain of his cheek and splashed on bis 'hand. "But I'll show. 'em, Lou- isa! They can't kick me out of the ROBERT WELLS BITCH Copyright, 1815, by the Bobbs-Merrill Co Brussels shop like a dog and not pay | for it! 1 know too much, I do!" 1 "And what you know about the Brus. | sels shop you want to sell to the-- Wilhelmstrasse?' the woman asked tensely, i - "Yes; 4 the Wilhelmstrasse is will- | ing to for it" Capper an- swered, bis lost cunning returning in 2 bound. E . 21am authorized to judge how much your information is worth," his coms panion declared, leveling a cold glance into Capper's eyes. "You can tell me what you kiow and depend on me to pay well or--we part at once." > "But, ;Louisa"--again the whine-- "how do | know you're what you say? You've flown high since you and I worked together in the Brussels shop. The Wilhelmstrasse--most perfect spy machine in the world! How I'd Uke to be in your shoes, Louisa!" She detached the heavy gold locket from the chain ou her bosom, with a Yuick twist of slim fingers had one side of the case open, then laid the locket before him, pointing to a place on the bevel of the case. Capper swept up the trinket, looked searchingly for an instant at the spot the woman had designated and returned the locket to ber hand. tan . 3 "Your number in the Wilbelm- stragse," he whispered in'awe. "Gen- une, no doubt. Saw the same sort of mark once before In Rome. All right. Now listen, Louisa. What I'm going 8 in this--this Lusiness, that's - bre: will make the German gen- eral staff sit up." The woman inclined her bead toward Capper's. He, look- ing aot at ber, bit out over he rich of brocalles, 1 and Sisaming shoulders, began in a mono. "When the war comes---the day the starts--French sFtillerymen will be behind the guns 4t Namur. The £1fEecs fii i g | ¥ to tell you about where Brussells | S-- THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG, ------ E apa, npamng sigialed the walter. "I'll buy this one, iouvisa." he grandiloquently. "Can't have a lady buying me wine all night." [le gave the order. "You're gdingz to slip me some banknotes touight--right now. aren't you, Louisa. old pal?" Capgrer anxiously honed his clieeks with a hand that trembled The 'woman's eyes were narrowed in thought, "If 1 give you anything tonight, Billy Capper. you'll get drunker than you are Mow, and how do I know you won't run to the first English secret servive 'man you meet and blab?" "Louisa; Louisa. dou't say that!" Great fear and great yearning sat in Capper's filmed eves. "You know I'm honest, Louisa. You wouldn't milk me this way---take all the info I've got and then throw me over like a dog!" Cold scorn was in ber glance. "Maybe 1 might manage to get yoy a position--with the Wilhelmstrusse." 8he named the great secret service of: fice under her breath. "You can't go nel. ..y said "Maybe | might manage to get you a position." back to England. to be sure, but yov might be useful in the Balkans, where you're pot known, or even in Egypt You have your good poluts, Capper You're a sly little weasel--when you're sober. [erbaps'-- "Yes. yes: get we a job with the Wil helmstrasse. Louisa!" Capper was bab bling In an agony of engerness. "You know my work. You can vouch for me, and you needn't mention that busi ness of the Lord Fisher letters: you / » er The bigh pitched nasal complaint came from a table a little to the right of the one where Woodhouse was sib ting. ; "There, there, mother! Now, dent go taking all the joy outa life just be. cause, youre seeing something that would make the minister back in Ke wanee roll his eyes in horror." Out of the tail of his eye Woodhouse could see the family group wherein Mrs Grundy bad sat down to make a fourth. A blocky little -man with a red face and a pinky bald head, whose clothes looked as if they bad beem whipsawed out of the bolt; a com- fortably stout matron wearing a bon net which even to the untutored mas culine eye betrayed its provincislism; a slim slip of a girl of about nineteen with a face like a choir boy's--these were the American tourists whose voices had attracted Woodhouse's as tention. He played an amused eaves dropper, all the more interested bee ' cause they were Americans and since a certain day on the Calais-Paris ex- press a week or so gone he'd had rea- son to be interested in all Americans. "Henry, 1 tell you he does look like Albert Downs--the living image!" This * from the woman, sotto voce, > "Sh, mothef! What would Albers Downs be doing in Berlin?" "Well, Kitty, they say curiosity once killed a cat, but I'm going to have & better look. 1'd swear"-- . Woodhouse was slightly startled when be saw the woman from America utilize the clumsy subterfuge of a dropped handkerchief to step into a position whence she could look at his face squarely. Also he was annoyed. He did not eare to be stared at under any circumstances, partigularly at this time. The alert and curious lady saw his flush of annoyance, flushed herself and joined her husband and daughter. "Well, if I didn't know Albert Downs had a livery business which he couldn't' well leave," floated back the hoarse whisper, "I'd say that-was him setting right there in that chair." "Come, mother, bedtime and after in Berlin," was the old gentleman's ad- monition. Woodhouse heard their re- treating footsteps and laughed in spite of his temporary chagrin at the Amer. ican woman's curiosity. He was just reaching for his watch a second time when & quick step sounded on the gravel behind him. He turned. A wo- man of ripe beauty had her hand out- stretched in welcome: She was the one Billy Capper had called Iouisa. Captain Woodhouse. rose and grasped her hand warmly. "Ah! So good of you! pecting"'-- . "Yes; I'm late. 1 cold not come ear- lier," Salutation and answer were in German, fluently spoken on the part of each. "You will not be followed?" Wood house asked, assisting her to sit. She laughed shortly. 3 "Hardly, when a bottle of champagne is my rival. The man will be well en- tertained--too well." "I have been thinking" Woodhouse continued gravely, "that a piace bard. I've been ex- wery tarred pretty much with the same brush there, Louisa. But, come, be n good sport: pay me at least half of | what you thipk my {ofo"s worth and | 1'll take the rest out in salary checks if you get me that job. I'm broke | Louisa!" His voice ¢racked in a sob. | "Absolutely stony broke!" ! She sat toying with the stem of her wineglass while Capper's clasped hands on the table opened and shut | themselves without his volition, Final ly she made a swift move of one hand { to her bodice, withdrew it with a bun. | dle of notes crinkling between the fin- gers. "Three hundréd" marks now, Billy Capper," she said. The man echoed the words lovingly. "Three hundred | now and my promise to try to get a | number for you with--my people That's fair?" A "Fair as can be, Louisa." He stretch. ed out clawlike fingers to receive the | thin sheaf of notes she counted from | her roll. "Here comes the wine--the wine I'm buying. We'll drink to my success at landing a job with--your people." "For me no more tonight the wo. man snswered. "My cape, please." "But, I say!" "Capper protested. "Just one more bottle--the bottle I'm buying. See, here it is all proper and cooled. Marks the end of my bad 80 1t does. You won't refuse to with me to my good luck that's Hi i 3k ly as public as this would have been better for out meeting. Perhaps" -- 3 "You fear the English agents? Pah! They have ears for keyholes oniy; they do not expect te use them in a place 'where there Js light and plenty of peo- ple. You know their clumsiness." Woodhouse nodded. His eyes traveled stowly over the bold beauty of the wo- man's face. 5 "CHAPTER 11, Billy Capper at Play. HE. man Capper will de for the stalking horse--a willing nag," went on the woman in a half whisper across the table. 'You know the ways of the Wilhelmstrasse.. apper is what we call 'thé target' The English sus- pect bim. They will catch him; you get his pumber and do the work in safety. We have one man to draw their fire, another to accomplish the deed. We'll let the English bag him at Malta--a word placed in the right direction will fix that--and you will go on to Alexandria to do the real work." "Good, good!" Woodhouse agreed. io. "The Wilhelmstrasse: will give him a number and send him this mission on my recomendatu| had that as- suraute before evel 1 met the fellow tonight. They--the big people--know little Capper's reputation, and, as a matter of faut, I rhink they are con vinced be's & little . less dajigepous working for the Wilhelmstrasse than ) against it. At Malty the prrest--the firing squad at ddwn--and the English are convinced they've nipped sume thing big ia the bud, whereas they've only put out of the way a dangerous little weasel Who's ready to bite any Band that feeds him." «| © Woodhouse's level glatice never left the eyes of the woman called Louisa It 'was alert. appraising. ¢ "But if there should be some slip: Malta." be interjected; "if some dw this Capper should get throngh wouldu't that my 4 chorus: i min SATURDAY, JANUARY 12, 1918. business it Is £0 soe Jat the real Wood house does not tase the boat fur Gib. They expect & aw' {rom Berlin two come to them bearing 2 number from the Wilhelmstrasse-thie mab who ig td impersonate Woedbousé and as such take his place in the garrison on the Rock. There are two others. of the Wilhelmstrasse at Gibraltar already They, too, are eagerly awaiting the ar rival of 'Woodlhiouse' from Alexandria, Capper, with. a Bmber, will start from Berlin for. Alexandria. Capper. will ever arrive in Alexandria. You wilL® "Capper will not arrive in Alexandria. You will "ith a number--the Bunge expect: ed?" the man asked. > "If you are clever en route-yes. she answered, with a. smile. "Wine. retwember. is Billy Cappei"s best {riend --and worst enemy." "Then 1 will hear from you as to the time and route of departure for Alex andria 7' "To the very 'hour, yes. dear friend" -- Interruption came suddenly from the stage. The muuuger, In shirt sleeves and with hair wildly rumpled over his eyes, came prancing out from the wings, He held up a pudgy band to check the orchestra. Hundreds about the tables rose in a gust of excitement, of questioning wonder. "Herren!" The stage manager's bel low carried to the farthest arches of the Winter Garden. "News just pub lished by the general staff: Russia has mobilized five'divisions on the froutier of East Prussia and Galicia!" Not a sound save the sharp catching of breath over all the acre of tables. Phen the stage manager nodded to the orchiedtra leader, and in a fury the brags mouths began to bray. Men climbed oa.table tops, women stood on chairs, and all--all sing in tremendous And now, "Deutschland, Alles!" * » . . . . . $ The night of July 26. The scene is the table cluttered sidewalk before the Cafe Pytheas, where the Cours St Louis flings its night tide of idlers into the broader stream of the Canuve- biére Marseilles' Broadway --the white street of fhe great Proveucal port Around the news' kiosk as the Cafe Pytheas corner a constant stream ed: | died. Men snatched papers from 'the plle. spread thiem before thelr faces md biundered into their fellow pedes- trians as they walked, buried in the Inky columns. Now dnd again baif naked urchins came charging down the Canneblere, waving sbinplaster extras thove their heads -- "I'Allemagne varme! 'La Guerre vient!" Up from the Qual marched a dozen sailors from 2 torpedo boat, arms Inked so that they almost spanned the Canneblere. Their red tasseled aps were pushed back at cocky angles on' their black heads, and as they utarched they shout. 8d in time: "A Berlin! Hou--hou!" The black shadow of war--the first hallucinations of the great madness-- ripped Marseilles. For Captain Woodhouse, just in from Berlin that evening, all this sw! excitement had but an teidental idter est. He sat alone by one of the little Iron tables before the Cafe Pytheas sipping Lis boc, and from time to tithe his eyes carelessly followed the eddy- ng of the swarm about the rows Kosk. vaya his attention would come back, however, to center on the thin shoul | ders of a man sitting tifeen or twenty feet away with a wine vender ty Lis side. lle coufd not sv the fee of the wine drinker. L- Tome want te Deutschland = Geber All be cared to do was to keep those thin shoulders always in sight. Bach time the solicitous walter renewed the bottle in the wine cooler Captain Woodhouse modded grimly, as s doc tor might when he recognized the symptoms of advancing fever iu-a pa: tent, So for two days, from Beriin across to Paris, and now on this third day, here fu the Mediterranean port, Wood bouse had kept ever in sight those thin shoulders and that trembling band be youd the constantly crooking elbow not a pleasant task. He bad come to loathe and abowinate the very wri kies in the back of that shiny coat. But a very necessary duty it was for Captain Woodhouse to shadow Mr Bitly Capper until the right momout should arrive. They bad come down on the same express together from Paris. Woodhouse had observed Cap per when be checked his bagguge, a single shoddy handbag, for La Venldee, the French line ship sailing with the dawn next morning for Alesandrin und Port Suid via Malta. Capper bad squared his account at ilie Hotel Al lees de Mellhan, for the wost part a bill for absinth fappes. after dinner that night and was now enjoriug the night life of Marseilles in auticipa tion evidently ofNvarryiug direct to the stéawer with him adShix firewell from France all of the bottled laughter of her peasant girls be could accommo date. - Woodhouse, who watched, noted only ole péculiarity in Cappers conduct The drinker nursed his stick, u pain, crook handled malacca, with a tender ness almost muternal. It never left his hands. Once when Capper dropped it and the waiter wade to prop the stick against a nearby chair the little spy leaped to his feet and suatched the cane away with a growl There after he propped his chin on the han dle, only removing this guard when be had to tip his bead back for anuther draft of champagne. Eleven o'clock, came. Capper rose from the .table and looked owlishly about him. Woodhouse quickly thrned his back to the man aud was absorbed in the passing strollers. When he look ed back again Capper was slowly and a little unsteadily making his way around the corner, foto the Canueblere Woodhouse foliowed, sauntering. Cap per began a dilatory exploration of the yarious cafes along the white street His general course was toward the city's slums about the Quai, Wood house, dawdling abont tree boxes and dodging inte shadows by black door wilys, found his quarry easy to trail and he knew that each of Capper's so journs in an oasis put a period tu the length of the pursuit. The time for him to act drew appreciably wearer with every tipping of that restless ¢l- bow. ; r Midpight found them down fn the reek and welter of the dives and sail ors' frolic grounds. Now the trailer, found his task more dificult, inasmuch a8 not only his quarry, but he himself was marked by the wolves, Dpnces in smoke wredathed rooms slackened when Capper Turched in; found a seat and ordered a drink; dock' rats drew aside and consulted in whispers. When Cupper retreated from an evil dive on the very edge of she Qual, Woodhouse. "waiting by the doors. saw that he was not - the only, shadower. Close against the dead walls flanking the narrow pavement a slinking figure twisted and writhed after fhe drank: ard, now spread eagling all over the street. Woodhouse quickened his pace on the opposite sidewalk. The street was one lined with warehouses, their close. | ly shuttered windows the -only &xes. Capper dropped his stick. laboriously halted and started to go back for it That instant the shadow against the walls detached itself and darted for the victim. Woodhouse leaped to the cobbles and gained Capper's side just as he dropped like a sack of rags un- der a blow from the dock npt's fist. "Son of a pig! This is my ment; you clear out!" The bumped black beetle of a-tman straddling the sprawling Cap. per whipped a knife from bis girdle and faced Woodhouse. Quicker than light the captain's right arm shot out; a thud as of a maul on an empty wine butt and the Apache turned a half sowersault, striking the cobbles with the batk of lis head. Woodhouse " "s Tet , ; t takes Strength : 0 Barat ft Fit, wa ca ale iy Sl 1 3 i fhe I ] i of £ i g 2 i my i ht i 4 ped, lifted the lhnp Capper from the street stones and staggered with him to the lighted avenue of the Can. bebiere, a block away. He hailed a late erulsing flare, propped C ihe seat and took his place beside him. | "To La Vendee, Quai de ia Frater | | Lite!" Woodhouse ordered. Fo The driver, wise In the ways. of the | tity, usked no questions, bnt clucked to his crowbait. Woodhouse turned Jo ikea. tlk examination of the scious map by his side. He fear- ed a stab wound. He found noting but a nasty cut on the Lend. made by knuckles. With the wine help. ing, any sort of blow would have put Capper out, be reflected. (Continued next Saturdsy.) Hurry, Mother 1? Remove _ PAGE FIFTEEN - LOOK AT CHILD'S TONGUE IF SICK, CROSS, FEVERISH Poisons Front Little Stomach, Liver, Bowels, Give *Calitdrnia Syrup of Figs" at Once if Bilious or Constipated, * Look at the tongue, mother! If ° coatéd, it is a sure sign that your little one's stomach, liver and bowels need a gentle, thorcugh cleansing at once, ' _. 'When peevish, cross, listless, pale, doesn't sleep, doesn't eat Or act natu- rally, or is 'feverish, stomach sour, breath bad; bas stomach-ache, sore throat, diarrhoea, full of cold, give a teaspoonful of "California Syrup of Figs," and in a few hours all the foul, constipated waste, undigested food and sour bile gently moves out of the Hitle bowels without griping and you have a well, playful child again. \ You needn't coax sick children to take this harmless "frult laxative;" they love ii delicious taste, and it always makes them feel splendid. Ask your druggist for a bottle of "California Syrup of Figs," "which has directions for babies, children of all ages and for growd-ups plainly on the bottle. Beware of counterfeits sold here, To be sure you get the genuine, ask to see that it js made by "California Fig Syrup Company.". Refuse any other kind with con- tempt. . CAPTURE THE DVE RECIPES OF GERMANY A Group in the British Textile Trade Make Most Impor= tant Discoveries. London, Jan, 11,--A group of men in the British textile trade has cap- {ured the secret recipes of the great- er German dye industry, accordin Lo the London Daily Mail, which dis- 'plays: the "item under ¢ heads, The recipes, numbering 257, belong- ed to the great Badische works, and 'are now in the keeping of a London bank. The Mail says: » "The capture. is of first impor tance Is economic war against Gers many, and will free thé British tex- tile industry and scores of other im» oon industries fro the. honds of ermany." It means that when the war is over Great Britain will be in a position to compete equally with Ger- man dyed goods in every market in the world." i in the course of a long story de- scribing how the recipes were obs tained in Switzerland, the Mall saye that the merchants who captured. them 'have refused tempt 'offers from capitalists and speculative ele- ments have been barred from the enterprise. The m intend to offer and sell the to the British Government for the use of the Government dye works, permitting the bulk of the profit to go to the nation on the understand ing that the dyes will be sold freely to all British manufacturers needing them. ------------ 1 » C.K. Grigg, Renfrew has been deputed to investigate the statement that a number of citizens have two wiaters' supply of coal in their cel- lars, while hundreds have not a shovelful, ~ k ' Mrs. Bamuel Simpson, who resides with her daughter, Mrs. Rich. Dow- dall, Carleton Place, hus heen on the sick list the result of 'g stroke. Mrs. Simpson is oven eifhty years of age. sis g ee] i