[JPj ReadiivJ fefWysveiv ai\d all ike jSiJ "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water Mr. Norton Is Greatly Pleased That Grace Takes So Kindly to Miss Dart CHAPTER VI. (Copyright, 1917, Star Company.) "If you please, sir," Julia announc ed, "dinner's served." "Has Mrs. Gore gone down?" Mr. Norton asked. "Yes, sir she's waiting for you In the dining-room." "Very well. I will come at once." Then as the maid disappeared he added hastily to me: "I will have a longer talk with you at another time. And yet" hesitatingly "perhaps I would better say now that if there Is any matter you wish to know about, I would bo glad to have you consult me. "Of course, Mrs. Gore will tell you about Grace's physical needs, but there may arise occasions when you are not quite sure how you should manage the child, when she may puz ele you for she is a sensitive crea ture, and not strong. I wish then that you would consult me. I under stand her," ho added, "even better than her aunt does." "That is strange," I said, speak ing out my thought on the impulse of the moment "for Grace looks like her aunt, who tells me the lit tle girl is like her mother, Mrs. Gore's Bister." It was an unfortunate and imperti nent remark to make. Certain it is that if I had paused to reflect I would not have uttered it. The man's face set in stern lines. "Mrs. Gore told you that? Yes, Grace Is like the mother whom she lost. And, as that is the case, I, her mother's husband, probably under stand our daughter better than any body else does." "I—l beg your pardon!" I stam mered. "I did not mean to intimate that Mrs. Gore suggested that you did not understand only when I re marked upon Grace's resemblance to her, she mentioned the fact that the little girl is her dead sister's child." The man started violently. "Her flead" he began, then checked himself abruptly, and his manner changed. Something; to Think About "That's all right, Miss Dart," he hurried on to say. "I may have spoken a bit harshly but 1 am not displeased with you or my good sis ter. To tell the truth, I am always so anxious about Grace that I can't deal with anything connected with her welfare without behaving as if it were of supreme importance. I did not mean to be a bear," he laughed. "Here was I saying a minute ago that you look very young to have a posi tion like this, and then I speak as harshly to you as if you were a man of my own age instead of a young tiling hardly more than a child. But (turning to the door) I must go flown or my sister will think I have forgotten her and my dinner. And to forget one's dinner is what no Bane man ever does." I sat still while I heard him run flown the first flight, of stairs, then down the second flight to the dining room. After which I rose, shut the floor, and went softly into the nursery. Grace was lying with lier eyes half Fashions of To Day - By May Manton Like a Foe in the Night Impurities Creep Into the Blood Important That the Life-Giving Blood Supply Be Kept in Per fect Condition. . In this day of keen competition you cannot afford to overlook the slightest 4dvantage. You must keep in perfect physical condition, and ever on thf alert to tackle the day's problems. You cannot afford to permit any Impairment of your health. Anything that affects your physical well-being is a handicap that will prove serious. The most important part of your phys ical makeup is the blood supply, and upon its condition depends the proper action of every vital organ of the body If the blood has become impoverished by impurities creeping in, if the cir Use Telegraph Want Ads Use Telegraph Want Ads WEDNESDAY EVENING, closed, but she roused and held out her arms to me. ■ "Good night!" she muttered, sleep ily. "Daddy stayed a long time talk ing to you, didn't he? He's nice Daddy is don't you think so?" "Yes, dear; very nice," I agreed. "You're nice, too," she remarked. I had already noticed that one pe culiarity of this small child was a habit of saying in a direct way just what she thought, "I am glad you're here," she whispered as 1 bent and kissed her. "So am X," I told her. I turned off the heat, switched the light out, opened one of her windows a few inches and went back into my own room, My trunk had come that ! afternoon and I set about unpacking ] it. The strong necessity of doing I something was upon me, yet I want- I <*d to think. I wished I could put on ; my hat and coat and go for a long I walk. My time was no longer my own, 1 and I could not do this. But when I had emptied my trunk : and pulled it noiselessly out into the hall to be taken up into the trunk | room in the morning, I sank into a j chair and reviewed the events of the ! day, especially what Mr. Norton had ' said. What had 1 learned from his ; speech and manner? A Kind Employer First, that he was a devoted fath er and a kind employer; second, that he was anxious about his child for some reason that I did not under stand; third, that he was jealous or resentful of any suggestion on the part of Mrs. Gore that she un derstood the child better than he did. Musing on this, I decided that I had learned something else namely, that I would best not quote Mrs. Gore to her brother-in-law. A tap came at my door. As I called "Come in!" Maggie appeared. "Mrs. Gore would like to see you, Miss Dart," she announced. "Can you come down to her, please?" "Certainly," I replied. Mrs. Gore looked up as I entered her room. "I will detain you for only a mo ment," she said, "for I am tired and must go to bed. But I have had a talk with Mr. Norton, and I want to suggest that if there is anything in which you do not understand Grace's character you appeal to him. Of course I understand the child much better than h" does but he would not want to believe this. Fathers are like that, you kiidtV. "So, while you must talk to me freely about everything connected with Grace, and I will be glad to advise you, yet it might be a good thing if, occasionally, you seemed also to ask her father's advice with re gard to her training. You understand, don't you?" "Yes," I replied. "I understand, — and I thank you." As I went back upstairs I knew I had learned another thing. This was that it would be wise not to re peat to Mrs. Gore anything that her brother-in-law said to me. I hoped I would be tactful enough to make no false step in this out wardly simple, but inwardly rather complex, household. (To be continued.) JUST such a long coat as this one is needed by every girl. On mild days the collar and fronts can be rolled open as they are here and on cold days they can be but toned up tightly about the throat to be really protective, and, as a result of this possi bility the coat is good for motor ing as well as f r walking. It can bp made of a velours cloth as it is here with broadcloth trimmings to be essentially use ful and at the same time hand some or it can be made of velvet to be exceedingly beautiful and adapted to afternoon wear, or it could be made of broadcloth with velvet trimming, or you could edge the velvet with fur. It is a very simple little coat, while the plain body portion and full skirt combined give the new feature. < For the 12 year size will be needed, 3?s yards of material 44 inches wide, 3% yards 54 with % yard 54 inches wide for the trimming. The pattern No. 9316 is cut in sizes from Bto 14 years. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper, on receipt of fifteen cents. cuiation is poor and inadequate, the Irst effects are a general run-down md "good for nothing" feeling that enders you unfit for the performance •f your ordinary tasks. This condition robs you of your use 'uiness. But worse than that, it ren ers the system unable to resist dis ase, and almost any serious sickness nay prove fatal. Take no chances; <eep the blood absolutely free from all impurities. S. S. S. Is one blood remedy, guaranteed purely vegetable. It has been on the market for more 'hun fifty years, and its use will make the blood pure and rich. 8. S. 8. is <o 'd by druggists everywhere. Write or booklets and free medical advice o Swift Specific Co., 33 Swift Lab iratory, Atlanta, Ga. Hie Go Copyright by Frank A. Munaay Co. (Continued.) "Tliey seldom traverse the under- Korld at night, for then It is that the great banths prowl the dim corridors seeking their prey. The therns fear the awful denizens of this cruel and hopeless world that they have fostered and allowed to grow beneath their very feet. "The prisoners even sometimes turn upon them and rend them. The them can never tell from what dark shadow an assassin may spring upon his back "By day It la different. Then the corridors and chambers are filled with guards passing to and fro. Slaves from the temples above come by hun dreds to the granaries and storerooms. All is life then. You did not see it be cause I led you not in the beaten tracks, but through roundabout pas sages seldom used. "Yet It Is possible that we may meet a thern even yet. They do occasion ally find It necessary to come here after the sun has set. Because of this I have moved with caution." But we reached the upper galleries without detection, and presently Thu ria halted us at the foot of a short, teep ascent CHAPTER VIII. Th> Blaok Pirates of Baraoom. " BOVE us," Thuvla said, "Is a A doorway which opens on to f\ the inner gardens. I have brought you thus far. From here on for four miles to the outer ramparts our way will be beset by countless dangers. "Guards patrol the courts, the tem ples, the gardens. Every Inch of the ramparts themselves Is beneath the eye of a sentry." I could not understand the necessity for such an enormous force of armed men about a spot BO surrounded by mystery and superstition that not a soul upon Barsoom would have dared to approach It even had they known Its exact location. I questioned Thuvla, asking her what enemies the therns could fear in their impregnable fortress. Wo had reached the doorway now. and Thuvla was opening It "They fear the black pirates of Bar soom, O prince!" she said. "From whom may our first ancestors preserve us." The door swung open. The smell of growing things greeted my nostrils; the cool night air blew against my cheek. The great banths sniffed the unfa miliar odors, and then with a rush they broke past us with low growls, swarming across the gardens of the therns beneath the lurid light of the nearer moon. Suddenly a great cry arose from the roofs of the temples, a cry of alarm and warning that, taken up from point to point, ran off to the east and to the west, from temple, court and rampart, until it sounded as a dim echo in the distance. The great Thark's long sword leaped from its scabbard. Thuvia shrank, shuddering, to my side. "What is it?" I asked of the girl. For answer she pointed into the sky. I looked, and there, above us, I saw shadowy bodies flitting hither and thither high over temple, courts and garden. Almost Immediately flashes of light broke from these strange objects. There was a roar of musketry and then answering flashes and roars from temple and rampart. "The Black Pirates of Barsoom, O prince!" eaid Thuvia. In great circles the air craft of the marauders swept lower and lower to ward the defending forces of the therns. Volley after volley they vomited upon the temple guards. Volley on volley crashed through the thin air toward the fleeting and illusive fliers. As the pirates swooped closer to-j ward the ground them soldiery poured I from the temples into the gardens and courts. The sight of them in the open brought a score of fliers darting to ward us from all directions. The therns fired upon them through shields affixed to their rifles, but on, steadily on, came the grim black craft. They were small fliers, for the most part, built for two to three men. A few larger ones there were, but these kept high aloft, dropping bombs upon the temples from their keel batteries. At length, with a concerted rush, ev idently In response to a signal of com mand, the pirates In our immediate vi cinity (lashed recklessly to the ground in the very midst of the thern soldiery. Scarcely waiting for their craft to touch, the creatures manning them leaped among the therns with the fury of demons. Such fighting! Never had 1 witness ed its like before. I had thought thu HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH green Martians the most ferocious -r *T On, Steadily on, Cam* the Grim Black Craft. warriors in the universe, but the aw ful abandon with which the Black Pi rates threw themselves upon their foes transcended everything I ever before had seen. Beneath the brilliant light of Mars' two glorious moons the whole scene presented itself in vivid distinctness. The golden haired, white skinned therns battled with desperate courage In hand to hand conflict with their ebony skinned foemen. A little to one side stood Thuvla, the Thark, and I. The tide of battle hafi not reached us, but the fighters from time to time swung close enough that we might distinctly note them. The Black Pirates interested me im tnensely. I had heard vague rumors little more than legends they were— during my former life on Mars, but never had I seen them nor talked with one who had. They were popularly supposed to in habit the lesser moon, from which they descended upon Barsoom at long inter vals. Where they visited they wrought the most horrible atrocities and when they left carried away with them flre avms and ammunition and young girls as prisoners. All about us in the garden lay their sinister craft, which the therns for some reasou, then unaccountable to me, made no effort to injure. Now and again a black warrior would rush from a nearby temple bearing a young wom an in his arms. Straight for his filer he would leap, while tnose of his com rades who fought near by would rush to cover his escape. The therns, ou their side, would hasten to rescue the girl, and in an in stant the two would be swallowed in a maelstrom of yelling devils, hacking and hewing at one unother. But always, it seemed, were the Black Pirates of Barsoom victorious and the girl, brought miraculously un harmed through the conflict, borne away into the outer darkness upon the deck of a swift flier. Fighting like that near us could be heard in all directions as far as sour.d carried, and Thuvla told me that the attacks of the Black Pirates were usually made simultaneously along the entire ribbon-Ilke domain of the therns, which circles the valley Dor on the outer slopes of the mountains of Otx. As the fighting receded from our po sition for a moment Thuvla turned to ward me with a question. "Do you understand now, O prince," she said, "why a million warriors guard the domains of the holy therns by day and by night? "The scene you are witnessing now Is but a repetition of what I Uave seen enacted a score of times during the fifteen years I have been a prisoner here. From time immemorial the Black Pirates of Barsoom have preyed upon the holy therns. "Yet they never carry their expedi tions to a poln£, as one might readily believe it was in their power to do, where the extermination of the race of therns is threatened. It is as though they but utilized the race as play things, with which they satisfy their ferocious lust for fighting, and from whom they collect toll In arms and ammunition and in prisoners." "Why don't they Jump in and de stroy these fliers?" I asked. "That would soon put a stop to the attacks, or at least the blacks would scarce be so bold. Why, see how perfectly un guarded they leave their craft, as though they were lying safe In their own hangars at home!" <To Be Continued.) - Doing the Markets— And Other Things By HAZEI, NL'TT. My old friend "Bugs" Baer of the New York Evening World, says that an optimist is a man who doesn't care what happens, just so it doesn't hap pen to him. Tnat may be the New *ork definition of an optimist, but it isn't what a Harrisburg optimist is, to wit: A Harrisourg optimist is a man who thinks he can get to Nineteenth and Market streets in twenty-live min utes, leaving the Square at noon; or else he's a man who thinks he can get bargains at a market house. The \V ue wasted half an hour Saturday trying to tlnd a bunch of celery for less than 12 cents. And when the Son and Heir had grabbed the heart, Sunday dinner time, there wasn't enough celery left to pad a crutch. Willie the Wife was celery hunting I watched the happy marketers, being particularly interest ed in a woman at a cake counter. To be sure that the cakes were fresh she squoze each one with her fingers; and when she finally found one that would dent she bought it. 1 went over to a woman who was selling scrapple. Scrapple. "Why don't you put meat in your scrapple?" I asked her. "Ue do," says she. "Well," I said to her, "it doesn't taste." "Neither would you," says she, "if you were mixed with as much mush as it is." Then I got even with her. I asked her to say "much mush" five times real quick; and while she was un tangling herself I made a getaway. I forgot to say that all this was down at the Chestnut street market. After the Wife had left the center of operations half a dozen times, return ing each time with some more fodder lor tile basket, I asked her wasn't she pretty nearly through. "Why," says she, indignantly, "I still have $1,15 left," and away she went. I followed her to where she was buy ing a chicken. "How will I know this chicken is tender?" she was saying. "We can tell that easily—tomor row," I told her. The man at the counter eyed me in a nauseated manner. "L.ady," he said, "when the chick en's breast bone will bend it's a sign the chicken's young." And then he bent the breast bone. He pretty nearly broke his arm, but he bent that bone. "Do y' want some puddin'?" a man asked me. "I'm not very hungry," I told him, "but if you have a nice piece of cottage pudding 1 could eat a bite or two." "No, no," he said. "Not that kind of puddin'—puddin', that comes from meat. You know—like scrapple." "Nup," says 1, "if it's like scrapple it's come too far—from meat." I like markets. I'm going again next Saturday afternoon. I expect to have $5 again by that time. I broke my previous records on the Reservoir line Saturday night. I rode all the way from Cameron to Nine teenth and never had my feet on the floor once. No, I wasn't sitting down either; I was supposed to be standing. The little girl with the high suede shoes who was jammed in back of me said something about tall fellows that don't know enough to lean on their own dinners. Good Lord, lady! ac cept my apology. When the jam fin ally loosened 1 dropped a toot. One of our eminent cabaret attend ants had a row with a policeman just after he finished his thirteenth bottle of beer the other night. "I'll lock y' up," said the cop. "An* d'ye know what'll happen? Th' alder man'll sentence y' t' stay home with your wife live nights." "He can't do nothin' like that," hicked the cabaret attendant. "Why not?" asked the policeman. "Th' law (hie) f'rbids crooel an' un usual punishments." Capitol's getting to be a great resort for newly weds. They come in here from all points of the compass. Usu ally the sweet young dears keep their eyes averted as they pass the Barnard statues on the front porch. Then when they come to the revolving doors they're so doggone averse to being separated that they both crowd into one compartment. There's always a pair of them holding hands in the Senate or House gallery or Governor's reception room. Almost all the young husbands ask tho guards where the graft was. Trio of Nubians condescended 1o carry a barrel of ashes and two small boxes out of my cellar Monday. "How much?" asked the wife. "It. ought to be worth a nickel apiece for the three of "em," said one Nube. "Three beers." "Here's 20 cents," says the Wife, "and when you're through with the first glass the three of you can fight for the fourth." "Reckon we'll get a bucket," says the Nubian. These guys—the ash carriers—are unconscious humorists, or subcon scious, I don't know which. I don't like to carry out ashes; none what ever. So when the trio named was heavin' out the barrel Monday one of 'em began singing: Ashes t' ashes, Dust t' dust. If ho won't carry 'em The ash man must. Big fellow from the fire marshal's department had to pay for his six year-old on the Reservoir line the other night. First time ever. The car crowded up. The little fellow had a seat. Guy came in and squdged the kkidds mighty close. "Don't crowd the little chap," said the big fellow from the hill. "You wouldn't do it if he was big enough to object." "Can't y' hold him on your lap?" "I kin-not," said the big fellow. "I paid for his seat and he's going to have it. And I might mention for your benefit my belief in the principle that a man's entitled to what he pays for, and if there's no freedom of the seats, why—" And the other guy hunched back where he came from. READING BUYS 250.000 DOUGHNUTS Reading, Pa., Feb. 21.—Bakers In this city yesterday sold a quarter of a mil lion doughnuts, it being "fastnacht day." One baker alone marketed 18,000. At a conservative estimate of two and one-half to each unit in the population. Shrove Tuesday was a feast Instead of a fast day. The total estimate Is about 50,000 short of last year's because of the increased price flour and lard. DANIEL EICHELE DIES Humemlstown, Pa., Feb. 21. Daniel Eichele, aged 80 years, of near Hoernerstown, died Monday night. He Is survived by one sister. Funeral services will be held on Thursday aft ernoon at the Hoernerstown Lutheran Church. FEBRUARY 21, 1917. Copyright, 1913, by Doubleday,' Pag* A Co. (Continued.) We worked with entire absorption, quite oblivious to all that was going on about us. It was only by accident that Yank looked up at last, so I do not know how long Don Gaspar had been there. "Will you look at that?" cried Yank. Don Gaspar, still in his embroidered boots, his crimson velvet breeches, his white linen and his sombrero, but without the blue and sliver jacket, was busily wielding a pickax a hundred feet or so away. His companion, or servant, was doing the heavier shovel work. "Why, oh, why," breathed Johnny at last, "do you suppose, if he must mine, he doesn't buy himself a suit of dun i garees or a flannel shirt?" "I'll bet It's the first hard work he ever did In his life," surmised Yank. "And I'll bet he won't do that very long," I guessed. But Don Gaspar seemed to have more sticking power than we gave him credit for. We did not pay him much further attention, for we were busy with our own affairs, but every time we glanced In his direction he appear ed to be still at it. Our sack of sand was growing heavier, as, indeed, were our limbs. As a matter of fact we had been at harder work than any of us had been accustomed to for very long hours, beneath a scorching sun, without food and under strong excite ment. We did not know when to quit, but the sun at last decided it for us by dipping below the mountains to the ! west. ! The following days were replicas of the first We ate hurriedly at odd times; we worked feverishly; we sank into our tumbled blankets at night too tired to wiggle. But the buckskin sack of gold was swelling and rounding out most satisfactorily. By the end of the week it contained over a pound! But the long hours, the excitement and the Inadequate food told on our nerves. We snapped at each other impatiently at times and once or twice came near to open quarreling. Johnny and I were constantly pecking at each , other over the most trivial concerns, j One morning we were halfway to l the bar when we remembered that we had neglected to picket out the horses. It was necessury for one of us to go back, and we were all reluctant to do so. "I'll be if I'm going to lug 'way up that hill," I growled to myself. "I tied them up yesterday, anyway." Johnny caught this. "Well, it wasn't your turn yester day," he pointed out, "and it is today. I've got nothing to do with what you j chose to do yesterday." "Or any other day," I muttered. "What's that?" cried Johnny trucu ieutly. "I couldn't hear. Speak up!" We were flushed and eying each oth er malevolently. "That'll do!" said Yank, with an un expected tune of authority. "Nobody will go back and nobody will go ahead. We'll just sit down on this log yere while we suioke one pipe apiece. I've got something to say." Johnny and I turned on him with a certain belligerency mingled with sur prise. Yank had so habitually acted the part of taciturnity that his decided air of authority confused us. His slouch had straightened; his head was up; liis mild eye sparkled. Suddenly I felt like a bad small boy, and I believe Johnny was the same. After a mo ment's hesitation we sat down on the log. "Now," said Yank firmly, "it's about time we took stock. We been here now five days. We ain't had a decent meal of vlttles in that time. We ain't fixed up our camp a mite. We ain't been to town to see the sights. We don't even Know the looks of the man that's camped down below us. We've been too danged busy to be decent. Now we're goln' to call a halt. I should Jedge we have a pound of gold or tharabouts. How much is that worth, Johnny? You can Agger in yore beud." "Along about $250," said Johnuy aft er a moment. "Well, keep on figgerin'. How much does that come to apiece?'' "About SBO, of course." "And dlvldln' eighty by five?" per- j slated Yank. "Sixteen.", "Well," drawled Yank, his steely blue eye softening to a twinkle. "sl6 a day is fair wages, to be sure, but nothln' to get wildly excited over." He sur veyed the two of us with some humor. "Hadn't thought of it that way, had you?" he asked. "Nuther had I until last night. I was so dog tired I couldn't sleep, and I got to figgerin' a little on my own hook." "Why, I can do better than that in Ban Francisco, with half the work!" I cried. "Maybe for awhile," said Yank, "but here we got a chance to make a big strike most any time and in the mean time to make good wages. But we ain't goln' to do it any quicker by kill- In* ourßelves. Now, today la Sunday. I ain't no religious man, but Sunday Is a good day to quit. X propose we go back to camp peaceable, make a decent place to stay, cook ourselves up a aquar' meal, wash out our clothes, visit the next camp, take a look at town and enjoy ourselves." Thus vanished the first and most wonderful romance of the gold. Re duced to wages It was somehow no longer so marvelous. The element of uncertainty was always there, to be sure, and an Inexplicable fascination, but no longer had we any desire to dig up the whole place immediately. I suppose we moved nearly as much earth, but the fibers of our minds were relaxed, and we did It more easily and with less nervous wear and tsar. Also, as Yank suggested, we took pains to search out our fellow beings. I The camper below us proved to be Don Gnspar, velvet breeches and all. He received us hospitably and proffered perfumed cigarettos, which we did not like, but which we smoked out of po liteness. Our common ground of meet ing was at first the natural one of the gold diggings. Don Gaspar and bis man, whom he ciUied Vasquez, had produced somewhat less flake gold than ourselves, but exhibited a half ounce nugget and several smaller lumps. We could not muke him out. Neither his appearance nor his per sonal equipment suggested necessity, and yet he labored as hard as the rest of us. Ilis gaudy costume was splash-, ed and grimy with the red mud, al though evidently he had made some attempt to brush it. The linen was, of course, hopeless. He showed us the blisters on his small aristocratic looking hands. "It is the hard work," he stated simply, "but one gets the gold." From that subject wo passed on to horses. He confessed that he was un easy as to the safety of his own mag- ; nlflcent animals and succeeded in alarming us as to our own. "Thos* Indian," he told us, "are al ways out to essteal, and the paisnnos. It has been tolo me that Andreas Ami jo and his robbers are near. Someday we lose our horse!" Our anxiety at this time was given an edge by the fact that the horses, having fed well and becoming tired of the same place, were inclined to stray. It was impossible to keep them always on picket lines —the nature of the meadow would not permit it—and they soon learned to be very clever with their hobbles. Several mornings we put In an hour or so hunting them up and bringing them in before we could start work for the day. This wasted both time and temper. The result was that wo drifted Into partnership with Don Gaspar and Vasquez. Ido not re member who proposed the arrange ment. Indeed, I am inclined to think it just came about naturally from our many discussions of the subject. Un der the terms of it we appointed Vas quez to cook all the meals, take full care of the horses, chop the wood, draw the water and keep camp gener ally. The rest of us worked in couples at the bar. We divided the gold into five equal parts. CH/W 3 TER XIV. At Hangman's Gulch. OL'lt visit to the town we post poned from day to day be cause we were either too busy or too tired. We thought we could about figure out what that crude sort of village would be like. Then on Saturday evening our neighbor with the twinkling eye—whom we called McNally without conviction because he told us to—lnformed us that there would be a miners' meeting next day and that we would be expected to at tend. (To Re Continued) DON'T SUFFER WIQLNEURALGIA Musterole Gives Delicious Comfort When those sharp pains go shooting through your head, when your skull seems as if it would split, just rub a little Musterole on the temples and neck. It draws out the inflammation, soothes away the pain, usually giving quick relief. Musterole is a clean, white oint ment, made with oil of mustard. Better than a mustard plaster and does not blister. 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