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THE HONGKONG DAILY PI

REGULARITY OF THE BOWELS

The First Line of Defence against Ill-Health.

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Only about one man or woman in a hundred is perfectly healthy. The other 99 have some digestive trouble, and perhaps more than 50 per cent of these could trace their trouble to that prevalent evil-constipation Its a simple thing of itself, but like many simple things, it may grow and become complicated. Constipation is the root of nine-tenths of the sickness of man, and a large proportion of the sickness of women. Nature often requires a little assistance, and if this assistance is given at the first indication much distress and suffering may be averted. To maintain a healthy system the bowels should operate at least once every 24 hours. This is one of Nature's wise provisions which is too often ignored, and the result is untold suffering. Women and children are the greatest offenders, but why such should be the case is a problem to be solved. Dr. Morse's Indian Root Pills are a remedy which, taken at the first indication, assist Nature to restore the system to health and strength, and avert the development of disease. Every ailment is the effort of Nature to get rid of some impurity in the system, and the object of medical treatment is to assist Nature in doing Dr. Morse's Indian Root Pills do this surely and thoroughly. To overcome constipation take one to four Pills regularly until the Bowels move daily, and are restored to healthy action.

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C. RANDOLPH LICHFIELD, (Continued from Page 6)

Presently the ground became more undu. lating and growths of gorse and brambles began to impede him and startle him by their touch or sudden, uprising. Once he nearly stumbled into an abandoned. gravel-plt, which he had not known of, for he was making his way to the Menzills' woodside cottage by a new and circuitous routo.

And the night grow darker and the steady drizzle become a persistent, heavy rain. His soaked trousers soon began to pull at him just over his kaces, and a cold dampnosS 'made itself folt on his breast and shoulders. At length he renched the margin of the wood, and he stopped and looked back across the common in order to judge at what nagle he should push through the wood to reach the cottage. As he stood there vaguely consider. ing and turning over in his mind a number of indistinct thoughts, a cone dropped from the pine tree behind him and struck the wet ground with a soft "plop." He turned round quickly and became aware that something was stealing towards him, guided to him by his silhouette as he stood against the distant town's glow in the dark night sky.

He drew back a step or two, pauting, and watching the rague, shadowy "figure" that was approaching him, wherent the figure

came for him with a rush.

Coulter stepped aside, leaving his right leg trailed behind to trip the stranger, who went to ground heavily, uttering a deep "Ugh!" and clawing the corporal's right shoulder as he did sa

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Who's thore f-father?"

He did not answer, but stopped briskly, into the kitchen and stood there, just within the threshold, stiffly, staring at her.

Her face was blanched, her pose weak, hor expression doubtful, as she stood before the fire, with one hand helt up, grasping the edge of the high mantelshelf.

You?" she murmured dully. tote, her manner, and her attitude, and to He paused long, trying to appraise her

decide whether they, denoted frankness or deceit, love or revulsion.

"Yes-me," he answered quietly, yet with a somewhat hectoring air.

"I thought it was father," she stam- mered, and sank back into her chair, turning her face from him.

Coniter started to dash into the screening good, but reflecting that it would be wiser to

This was not the reception he had antici- draw pursuit in the opposite direction, swung off across the common, with the woodpated; he had expected her, whether she on his right and the distant town on his left.

were true or falso, to great him excitedly, He did not run so fast that the fallen man

with fonduess or with nuger, with dread for should not have a chance to regain his feet,

or of him. But this demeanour of hers and follow the proper direction, and in

jnuzzled and nonplussed him. few seconds he heard himself pursued. A minute later, the shrill, rolling note of a police-whistle cleft the air.

Then Coulter began to rim. But swift of foot though he was, the man with the whistle wis swifter, and the rulling note came in waves to him, gearer and nearer.

Suddenly, like an echo, another whistle sounded some distance ahead, emerging, it Shemed, from the wood.

Coulter ran straight on while ho decided on the last course to take, whistle answering whistle, and yet another answering hoth, from another part of the wood.

+ Stop stop! what're you running for?" grasped a breathless voice behind.

Coulter dropped on his knees and hands instantly, and the speaker pitched over him. Just for an instant the corporal paused, then rose and, lensing the stunded policeman lying behind him, he fled back the way he bad come whilst the distant whistle still answered the one in the wood.

Bat presently the whistling ceased, and he drew from the fact the conclusion that the third policeman had joined the second. and they were discussing the silence of the first.

He skirted the wood for half a mile, when he reached a point whence his way through the pines would be easy. He did not Hatter himself that he had entirely baffled puranit, but he imagined he had thrown it off for a time, enough to make it safe for him to seeks Kate and speak with her; and he know that if he were pursued in the wood the advan- tage must to with him, even if the pursuers numbered a score.

He was going to Kate, but what was he going to learn? If she had deceived him, would her lips, by word or kiss, deceive him now? Would she turn from him because be was "wanted" or would she cling to him because he was in trouble? Would be And her bowed with sorrow for White or tense with anxiety for himself? He was going to Kate--artless and truc, or crafty and false- and what was he going to learn?

He stumbled along through the wood at a dog's trot, the carpet of the pines, acicnlar leaves almost silencing his footfall. He knear this way, and the trees having been cleared from it to make a cart-track made it com paratively easy going but so dark was it that his Footsteps often wandered, and he found himself at fault by collision with the troes,

No one pursued him, however, and that was all that mattered then; and presently he emerged on to the rain-washed road, and beheld the lighted window of the Mensills' long low cottage, a hundred yards away on | the further side.

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He took a step further into the room, lending to avoid contact between his head Bud the hoani across the ceiling.

"Kate." he said thickly, aver't you

Gard

"I know," she whispered, and let her hands dangle flaccidly over her knees, star-| ing into the fire with her great, dark eyes.

That I am wanted for it?" She looked round at him swiftly, startled, then turned back to her contemplation of the mass of charred paper on the top of the fire. "I 'aven't been out to 'ear much about it." she answered dully.

There was a pause while he glanced over her slim form thoughtfully.

"'Oo's letters 'ave you bin burnin' 2" he demanded, his perplexity fording the fames of his suspicions.

She raised her head quickly, then dropped it again, and reaching for the poker, rubbed and prodded the charred paper lightly.

"That's my Inusiness," she said through her teeth.

No, it ain't." he retorted, hotly; "it's my business. I never wrote you no letters.) They're Whites."'"-

That's my business,” she repeated, in a far off tone.

He strode raund the side of the table and

laid a heavy hand on her shoulder. She sprung up and wheeled away from him lefiantly, breathing fast. so that he felt prompted to catch her by the arm Ho jerked her to him and seized her other arm, holding her as in a vive, and glaring at her with blind anger and suspicion,

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His nerveless hands dropped from her, and as he stopped back she fell on her knees, her arms thrown out upon the table.

"Yes, it was me that did it-all for love of you-all for love of you! E drove me ad-like with is threats on that, an' as 'o went off, I ran after 'im with the knife."

"Gard!" he muttored. "Gawd !" "But w'en I got into the air, I didn't feel wailed, heating tho table wildly with her like doin' anythin'. That's truth," ske

hands; "I was goin' to reason with 'im, and ask im not to tell any lies to you; an I slipped the knife into my pocket, as I ran after 'im. E was all carny an' nice w'en I found 'im, an' ready to promise anythin' I arst. An' I walked some way with 'in, feel- in some ow grateful, an' so glad! But, then --'e come back to it r She started to hor

feet, and turned about distractedly. "I d it loh. I did it!" she sobbed, brokenly.

But I did it in self-defence." Coulter seized her in his arms as she swayed, and bugged her to him.

"I don't care 'ow you did it. Kato," ho cried to her, "1 don't care, an' I'll take it on an' swing for you, my girl. I'd sooner— sooner die for you than creep along without

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He kissed her passionately, till a spot of colour came back into her cheeks and the opened her eyes. Then, excitedly, in glowing hope, he explained his plans for getting out of the country. Ho'd go, leaving a falso scent for the police to follow, and if she was careful no suspicion would blow her way. Everything would favour them, and when it had all blown over, and he was lost to sight, he'd write to her and she could join him.

Tell 'em, if they arst you, that 'e came 'ere," he concluded, speaking insistently in a hoarse voice, punctuating his sentences with passionate kisses on her lips. **Norer mind 'ow false folks may think you all the better, Kate, We know. Others' hook it up, an' make it sure. An' you'll come out to me w'erover 1 may be, Kate, an' it'll ho all right. all right, my girl. Clawd bless yor! Gawd bless yor" He repeated it over again and again, crying over her with joyful tears. Suddenly he broke from her, and letting her sinks into a chair. snatched up his hat, and made for the door.

“Cheer up, mó chowty?" he cried to her encouragingly. "Play the game. Chuck it all on mies, an' Gawd bless yor, Kate. Gawd bless yor!

Her lips moved, but before she could arti- culate, he had gone.

She threw out an arm and waved it after him, choking to call him back. But he was Freeard things, you she-devil!" he gone. He was making the best of his way to hissed, bending his face close to hers, which escape the law, fying with a light heart and she held averted and uway from him, "un'; au easy mind, for what did it matter that I've come to get the truth out of you. If Kate had slain a man, since she was truc to you've been foolin ́ ma, I'll serve you same as him? White's bin served." He shook her roughly, And the long arm of the law reached him so that her head rolled weakly. "All that not. But love did.

love talk, all those kisses-all of it? ho eried fiercely. "Was you carryin' on the same as that with White wile I was away- th

"Don't." she faltered.

"Tell me ?' he cried, “Tell me ¦ You can't deceive me now, you know? He flung his left arm round her waist and drawing her close to him, caught her by the throat with his other hand.

His face was haggard and twitching from Excess of passion, and great tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Alf !" she grasped, and tried to drag his hand away from her throat.

"Out with it, out with it he shouted, tightening his grasp.”

for her voice, passion overwhelmed her.

Her strained eyes saw his tears at that Keeping along close under the wood, he moment, and her look of horror melted to went cautiously down the road to ascertain one of 'welling lore. Then while she choked if anyone were lying in ambush for him, and then, seeing no one, he stepped right out

"God! would I have done it, if I'd loved into the road and whistled, thinking that anyone but you?" she cried, her voice ratt- some wateher might thus he induced to dialing in her throat. "E wouldn't leave me close his presence. But no answer came to alone! E come pesterin' me last night, him; and he hurried towards the isolated threatenin to tell you things as never cottage climbing the burred fence to gain "appened.” entrance to the long garden at the back.

Drooping potato-haulms brushed his ankles as he went up the narrow cinder-path with his eyes fixed on the lighted kitchen- window and a bough of apples sprinkled Lim as he passed under it.

The rain was still falling, though it had abated somewhat and there was a vague lightening of the atmosphere, as if the moon were struggling to percolate the clouds. He could hear the draining of the tile-irof bub- bling along, then shooting na splashing into the great water-butt beside the wash- house door.

He stopped before the lighted window and tried to peer in between the white blind and the frame-work. It was possible, bo reflected, that an account of the rain, old man Mensili had foregone his evening beer at the inn that stood at the cross-roads, half a mile away. Besides, he wanted to catch a glimpse of Kate while she was unaware of his presonca. *** And there she was! Sitting by the mantel, with her back bent towards the window, her face in her hands, her elbows on her knees. Slim and youthful of figure, her whole. attitude betokened dejection.

Coulter drew a deep breath as te dully realised the fact that she was sorrawing for something-someone--him or White.

He straightened himself and looked around him. A clump of artichokes, taking on, for the instant, the semblanco of a human form,- startled him, then seoing his mistake be moved aside to the door, quietly raised the latch, and passed into the light which poured into the wash-house through the open kitchen door. Kate beard him, and he heard her start from her chair as she cried out.

MOTHER:

The Voice of the Physician.

Bonmemonth, 9th March, 1911.

"I have used and recommended Plasmon from the first, and cannot speak too highly of it."

ANALYSIS

I..R.C.P.

CANNOT LIE and Analysis proves that

PLASMON COCOA

is TEN TIMES more nutritious than ordinary Cocoa-vide Larzel

DODDA IN PERFECTION. PLASMON is used by the ROYAL FAMILY

PLASMON LTD., London, England.

SEIGEL'S

SYRUP

CURES

INDIGESTION

BILIOUSNESS

CONSTIPATION

HEADACHE

ANAEMIA

You may rely on it! Mother Seigel's Syrup has cared thousands of people of these ailments every year for the past 40 years, and it will continue to cure thousands more every succeeding year. It will cure you! Put it to the test to day,

Miss Sarah Ann Brook, 12. Upper Wilmott Street, Stretford Road, Hulme, Manchester, on Nov, 20, 1911. wrote "Thirty-six years ago 1 proved for nyself how sure a oule for Judigestion Mother Seigel's Syrup is. I bad been very ill with that dreadful complṣizt. * • * and could get no relief, though a

gotor attended me for two months.

other Select's Syrup cured me and too only a few weeks in doing so. • • . I have never been troubled with Indigestion place.” Indigestion causes biliousness, constipation, head- ache, anamia, sleepleseness, poor appetite. Weak stomachs cannot digest food properly. Food lying opdigested in the stomach, ferments and creates poisonous acids, which enter the blood and inflame. and starve nerves and muscles, aliko.. Mother Seigel's Syrup, the herbal remedy, tones up and strengthens all the organs of digestion. Then food nourishes you and you rejoice in renewed health. and strength.

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