THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA. ' IS CHILD CROSS, , FEVERISH, SICK Mother! If tongue is tooated, give "California Br. Syrup of Figs." Corn.. Jove this "fruit laxative," Oats... eie cieansei the tender Rye and bowels so nicely. ply will not stop playing Ham per powels, and the result Is Shoulder.., tightly clogged with Bacon, Sldef u,8Slllh' ?tomacb Potatoes, Pff,Utl?h0n0,br9 ' , feverlBh, don t eat. gutter, Naturally, breath Is bad, Butter, Cc,f cold) ha8 Bore throat, Eggs, per or diarrhoea. Listen, Lard, perv tongue Is coated, then Uvevetful pf "California In a few hours an ste. sour bile and 'isses out of the sys- 3 a well child again. thers give "California ka.ania It la nnrfprflv "illdren love it. and It nev- ou the stomach, liver store for a 60-cent bottle W SvruD of Flea." which .nif directions for babies, children 11 sees and for erown-ups plainly ted on the bottle. Adv. What He Wanted. A man went to order a wedding cake i other day. "I'm getting married." he said, "and I Want a cake." "Well, It's the latest thing, "said the shopgirl, "to have wedding cakes in harmony with the bridegroom's call ing or profession. Thus a journalist has a spice cake, a musician at. oat cake, an athlete a cup cake, a man who loafs on bis friends a sponge cake, and so forth and so on. What Is your calling, please?" ' "I am a pianist." "Then, of course," said the girl, "you'll want a pound cake." SALTS IF BACKACHY OR KIDNEYS TROUBLE YOU Eat Less Meat If Your Kidneys Aren't Acting Right or If Back Hurts or Bladder Bothers You. WW When you wake up with backache and dull misery In the kidney region It generally means you have been eat ing too much meat, says a well-known authority. Meat forms uric acid which overworks the kidneys In their effort to filter it from the blood and they be come sort of paralyzed and loggy. When your kidneys get sluggish and clog you must relieve them like you relieve your bowel ; removing all the body's urinous waste, else you have backache, sick headache, dizzy spells; your stomach sours, tongue Is coated, and when the weather Is bad you have rheumatic twinges. The urine Is cloudy, full of sediment, channels oft en get sore, water scalds and you are obliged to seek relief two or three times during the night. Either consult a good, reliable physi cian at once or get from your pharma cist about four ounces of Jad Salts; take a tailespoonful in a glass of water before breakfast for a few days and your kidneys will then act fine. This famous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon Juice, com bined with lithla, and has been used for generations to clean and stimulate sluggish kidneys, also to neutralize acids In the urine so it no longer irri tates, thus ending bladder weakness. Jad Salts is a life saver for regular meat eaters. It is inexpensive, cannot Injure and makes a delightful, effer vescent lithla-water drink. Adv. Ether Wanted, Not Author. A man who did not articulate very clearly was present on the first night of a very badly-written and worse acted play. A number of friends pres ent, full of compassion, applauded at the end of the play, and the man of deficient articulation was heard to call for the author, who came out to bow bis thanks. "What in the world did you yell for the author for?" asked a friend of the man. "I didn't. You misunderstood. I was yelling for ether. LOOK YOUR BEST As to Your Hair and Skin, Cutlcura Will Help You. Trial Free. Chlr f "id f the The Soap to cleanse and purify, the Ointment to soothe and heal. These '.i "fragrant suer-creamy emollients pre serve the natural pur.ty auu beauty of the skin under conditions which, if neglected, tend to produce a Btate of Irritation and disfigurement Free sample each by mall with Cook. Address postcard, Cutlcura, Dept. XY, Boston. Sold everywhere. Adv. College Changes. Hill What's become of your col 's" lege coach? Have you lost him? ' Jill Oh, no, indeed. ' "Why, I haven't seen him at a foot- bail game this season." "'"'VYi; you see, he's teaching the j,' in the tango and hesitation, Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle ol CASTOKIA, a safe and sure remedy foi Infants and children, and see that it Signature of (fU in Use For Over 30 YearB. Children Cry for Fletcher's CaBtoria Valuable Ovens. fly the use of Improved ovens which collected the by-products, the coke in dustry of the United States saved $16, 070,000 last yenr, which would have been wasted by old methods of manu facture. , , But for the collar button's habit ol rolling under the dresser some men would never get any exercise. " Quito, Equador, recently bought 1,900 school desks from the United States. The Gall of the niimhprlaiifte WUIIIMUI IUIIUV By Charles Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play (Copjrujhl, I9ii. br W. . Wtfl s Co) 8YNOP3IS. On Miner y crook Bully Millc-r finds Cionrga l.eBccitt. a lumlsrapa piilntnr, nil-i-onm-lous. Krjlcer BnuHi, heml of the fam ily, tells Hunmon Boiilll and Sally Hint Ji-Hse l'urvy liua bwn Hliot and Unit Bam mm In mwptN-ted of Hie crime. Buiiihoii denies II. The aliuntiiiK of Jiwie Purvy breaks the truee In Hie llolliriin-Hiiulh feud. Hunmon roprovi-H Tamil men Bplcer fur tc-lllriK Sally that .Mm Hollniun l limiting with hliiodlinumlH I lie limn who hot l'urvy. The bloodhounds lime the trull at Hplcer Houth'H door. l.eacutt dln rovem nrtlHtlc ability In Bunmon. While sketching wlih I.cnoott on the mountain. Tamnrnek dlm-ovcm HumHon to a Jeerln crowd of mountaineer. Baitwon tliriiBhea Mm and denoiini-ea liltn an the "truee buHter" who shot l'urvy. l.esrotl tries ti pemiiflde Salmon to Ro to New York with mm and develop bin talent. Bally, loyal but heartbroken, furthers TrfHcott's ef fort!. Al Wile Mi't'UKiT'a danee B.iinnon tell the South elan that be In going to leave the mountulufl. CHAPTER VII Continued. Lescott stayed on a week after that simply in deference to Samson's insist ence. To leave at once might savor of flight under fire, but when the week was out the painter turned his horse's head toward town, and his train swept him back to the Dluegraes and the East. A quiet of unbroken and deadly routine settled down on Misery. The conduct of the Souths In keeping hand- off, and acknowledging the Justice of Tamarack Splcer's jail sentence, had been their answer to the declaration of the Hollmans In letting Samson rldo Into and out of Hlxon. The truce was established. When, a short time later, Tamarack left the country to become a railroad brakeman, Jesse Purvy passed the word that hie men must, until further orders, desist from vio lence. The word had crept about that Samson, too, was going away, and, If this were true, Jesse felt that his fu ture would be more secure than his past. l'urvy believed Samson guilty, despite the exoneration of the hounds. Lescott had sent a box of booke, and Samson bad taken a team over to Hixon, and brought them back. He devoured them all from title page to finis line, and many of tbeiu he went back to, and digested again. He wrestled long and gently wita bis uncle, struggling to win the old man's consent to his departure.' But Spicer South's brain was no longer plastic. What had been good enough for the past was good enough for the future. Nevertheless, he arranged af fairs eo that his nephew should be able to meet financal needs, and, to go where he chose In a fashion befitting a South. November came In bleakly, with a raw and devastating breath of fatality. The smile died from horizon to hori zon, and for days cold rains beat and lashed the forests. And, toward the end of the month, came the day which Samson had set for his departure. At the threbbold, with the saddle bogs over his left forearm and the rifle in his band, he paused. His uncle stooj at hla elbow and the boy put out his hand. "Goodby, Unc" Spicer." was all he said. The old man, who had been hla second father, shook hands. His face, too, was expressionless, but he feit that he was saying farewell to a sol dier of genius who won abandoning the field. And he loved the boy with ajl the centered power of an isolated heart. A half-mile along the road, Samson baited and dismounted. There, In a small cove, surrounded by a tangle 3t briers and blackberry bushes, stood a small and dilapidated "meeting house' and churchyard, which he must visit He made his way through the rough undergrowth to the unkempt half-acre, and halted before the leaning head stones which marked two graves. With a sudden emotion, he swept the back of his hand across his eyes. He did not remove bis hut, but be stood in the drizzle of cold rain for a moment of silence, and then he said: 'Tap, I hain't fergot. I don't want ye ter think thet I've fergot." Before he arrived at the Widow Mil ler's, the rain had stopped and the clouds had broken. Sally opened the door, and smiled She had spent the day nerving herself for this farewell, and at least until the moment of leave-taking she wou'd be eafe from tears. The Widow Mil ler and her son soon left them ulone, and the boy and girl sat before the blazing logs. For a time, an awkward silence fell between them. At last, the boy rose, and went over to the corner where he had placed his gun. He took It up and laid it on the hearth between them. "Sally," he said, "I wants ter tell ye some things thet I hain't never said ter nobody else. In the fust place, I wants ye ter keep this byar gun fer me." The girl's eyes widened with sur prise. "Hain't ye a-goin' ter take hit with ye, Samson?" "Ho shook his head. "I hain't a-goln' ter need hit down below. Nobody don't use 'em down thar. I've got my pistol, an' I reckon tbet will be enough." "Ill take good keer of hit," she promised. The boy took out of his pockets a box of cartridges and a small package tied In a greasy rag. "Hit's loaded, Sally, an' hit's cleaned an hit's greasod. Hit's ready fer use." Again, she nodded In silent assent, and the boy began speaking in a slow, careful voice, which gradually mount ed Into tense emotion. - "Sally, thet thar gun wae my pap's. When be lay a-dyin', he gave bit ter me, an' he gave me a job ter do with bit. When I was a little feller, I used tar set up 'most all day, pollshln' thet gun an' glttln' hit ready. I used ter go out In the woods, an' practice shoot- In' lilt at things, tell 1 learned how ter handle hit. I reckon thar huln't many fellers round hero thet kin beat me now." He paused, and the girl hastened to corroborate. "Thar hain't none, Samson." "There hain't uothln' In the world, Sally, thet I prizes like I does thet gun. Hit's got a Job ter do. . . . Thar hain't but ono person In the world I'd trust bit with. Tbet's you. ... I wants ye ter keep bit fer me, an' ter keep hit ready. . . . They thinks round hyar I'm qulttin', but I baln't. I'm comln' back, an', when I comes, I'll need this byar thing an' I'll need hit bud." He took up the rifle, and ran bis hand caressingly along its lock and barrel. "1 don't know when I'm a-comln'," he suld, slowly, "but, wheu I calls fer this, I'm shore a-goln' ter need hit quick. I wants hit ter be ready fer me, day cr night. Maybe, nobody won't know I'm byar. . . . Maybe, I won't want nobody ter know. . . . But, wbe.t I whistles out thur like a whlppoorwlll, I wants ye ter slip out an' fotcb me thet gun!" He stopped, and bent forward. HU face wus tense, and hie eyes were glint ing with purpose. His lips were tight set and fanatical. "Samson," Bald the girl, reaching out and taking the weapon from bis bands, "ef I'm alive wheu ye comes, I'll do hit. I promise ye. An'," she added, "ef I hain't alive, liit'll be standln' thur In thet corner. I'll grease hit, an' keep hit loaded, an' when ye calls, I'll fotch hit out thar to ye." The youth nodded. "I mout come any time, but likely as not I'll bev ter come a-flghtln' when I comes." Next, he produced an envelope. "This here Is a letter I've done writ ter n yeclf," he explained. He drew out the oheet, and read: "Samson, come back." Then he handed the missive to the girl. "Thet there Is addressed ter me, in care of Mr. Lescott. . . . Ef anything hap pens ef Unc' Spicer needs me I "When I Whistles Like a Whlppoor wlll, Fetch Me That Gun." wants yer ter mail thet ter me quick. He says as how he won't never cull me back, but. Sully, I wants thet you shall send fer me, ef they needs me. I hain't a-golu' ter w rite no letters home. Unc' Spicer can't read, an' you can't read much either. But I'll plumb shore be thlnkin' about ye day an' night." She gulped and nodded. "Yes, Samson," was all she said. The boy rose. "I reckon I'd better be gettln' along," be announced. The girl suddenly reached out both bands, and seized his coat. She held blm tight, and rose, facing him. Her upturned face grew very pallid, and her eyes widened. They were dry, and her lips were tightly closed, but, through the tearless pupils, in the fire light, the boy could read ber soul, and ber soul was sobbing. He drew her towurd him, and held her very tight. "Sully," he said, in a voice which threatened to choke, "I wants ye ter take keer of yeself. Ye hain't like these other gals round here. Ye hain't got big hands an' feet. Ye kaln't stand es much es they kin. Don't stay out In the night air too much an', Sally fer God's sake take keer of yeself!" He broke off, and picked up bis hat.' "An' that gun, Sally." he repeated at the door, "that there's the most pre cious thing I've got. I loves hit better then anything take keer of hit." Again, Bhe caught ut his shoulders. "Does ye love bit better'n ye do me, Samson?" she demanded. He hesitated. "I reckon ye kftows how much I loves ye, Sally," he said, slowly, "but I've done made a promise, an' thet gun's a-goln' ter keep hit fer me." They went together out to the stile, he still carrying his rifle, as though loath to ' let It go, and she crossed with him to the road. As he untied his reins, she threw her arms about his nock, and for a long while they Btood there under the clouds and stars, as he held her close. There was no eloquence of leave-tak ing, no professions of undying love, for these two .hearts were inarticulate and dizzy clinging to a wilderness code of self-repression and they had reached a point where speech would have swept them both away to a break down. CHAPTER VIII. The boy from Misery rode slowly to ward Hlxon. At times the moon strug gled out and made the shadows black along the way. At other times It was like riding In a huge caldron of pitch. When he passed into that stretch of country at whose heart Jesse Purvy ry ;r v w rt . ,lyiii)ii)iii;T . w . a -: 1 dwelt he raised his voice In song. His singing was very bud, and the ballad lacked tune, but It nerved Its miruose of saving him from the suspicion of furtlvcness. Though the front of the house was black, behind Its heavy shut ters he knew that his coming might be noted, and night-riding at this par ticular Bpot might he misconstrued In the absence of frank warning. The .correctness of bis Inference brought a brief smile to his lips when be crossed the creek that skirted the orchard and heard a stable door creak softly behind blm. He was to be fol lowed again and watched, but he did not look back or pause to listen for the hoofbeats of blB unsolicited escort On the soft mud of the road he would hardly have heard them had he bent his ear and drawn rein. He rode at a walk, for his train would not leave un til five o'clock in the morning. There was time In plenty. It was cold and depressing as he trudged the empty streets from the livery stable to the rallroau -l-llon, carrying his saddlebaes over his arm At last he heard the whistle and saw the blazing headlight, and a minute later he had pushed bis way Into the smok ing car and dropped bis saddlebags on the seat beside him. Then, for the first time, be saw and recognized his watchers. Purvy meant to have Sam son shadowed as far as Lexington, and his movements from thut point dell nltely reported, Jim Asberry and Aaron Hollls were the chosen spies. He did not speak to the two enemies who took seats across the car, but bis face hardened, and his brows came together in a black scowl. "When I gits back," he promlrH himself, "you'll be one of the fust folks I'll look fer, Jim Asberry, damn ye! All I hopes Is thet nobody else don't git ye fust. Ye b'longs ter me." The sleeping car to which be was assigned after leaving Lexington was almost empty, but be felt upon bim the interested gaze of those few eyes that were turned toward his entrance. He engaged every pair with a pair very clear and steady and undropplng, un til somehow each Hp that bad started to twist in amusement straightened, and the twinkle that rose at first glanco sobered at second. Yet, for all his specious seeming of unconcern, Samson was waking to the fact that he was a scarecrow, and bis sensitive pride made bim cut his meals short In the dining car, where he was kept busy beating down Inquisitive eyes with his defiant gaze. Ho resolved after some thought upon a definite pol icy. It was a very old policy, but to bim new and a discovery. He would change nothing In himself that In volved a surrender of code or convic tion. But, wherever It could be done with honor, be would concede to cus tom. It was late In the second afternoon when he stepped from the train at Jer sey City, to be engulfed In an un Imagined roar and congestion. Here It was Impossible to bold his own against the unconcealed laughter of the many, and he stood for an Instant glaring about like a caged tiger, while three currents of humanity separated and flowed toward the three ferry exits. Then he saw the smiling face of Lescott, and Lescott's extended hand. Even Lescott, Immaculately garbed and fur-coated, seemed almost a stranger, and the boy's feeling of intimacy froze to Inward constraint and diffidence. But Lescott knew nothing -of that. The stole In Samson held true, mark ing his emotions. "So you came," Baid the New Yorker, heartily, grasping the boy's hand. "Where's your luggage? We'll just pick that up and make a dash for the ferry." "Hyar hit Is," replied Samson, who still carried his saddlebags. The painter's eyes twinkled, but the mirth was so frank and friendly that the boy, Instead of glaring in defiance, grinned responsively. "Right, oh!" laughed Lescott. "I thought maybe you'd bring a trunk, but it's the wise man who travels light." He followed Lescott out to the foot of Twenty-third street, and stepped with him into the tonneau of tbe painter's waiting car. Lescott lived with his family uptown, for It hap pened that, had his canvases pos sessed no value whatever, he would still have been In a position to drive his motor and follow his Impulses about the world. If he did not take the boy to his home, It was because he understood that a life which must be not only full of early embarrass ment, but positively revolutionary, should be approached by easy stages. Consequently tbe car turned down Fifth avenue, passed under tbe arch and drew up before a door Just off Washington square, where the land scape palnfer had a studio suit. There were sleeping rooms and such acces sories as seemed to the boy unheard-of luxury, though Lescott regarded the place as a makeshift annex to bis home establishment. "You'd better take your time In se lecting permanent quarters," was his careless fashion of explaining to Sam son. "It's just as well not to hurry. You are to stay here with me, as long as you will." "I'm obloeged ter ye," replied the boy, to whose training in opeu-doored hospitality the invitation seemed only natural. Tho evening meal was brotlght In from a neighboring hotel, and the two men dined before an open fire, Samson eating in mountain si lence, while his host chatted and asked questions. "Samson." suggested the painter, when the dinner things bad been car ried out and they were alone, "you are here for two purposes: First, to study painting; second, to educate and equip yourself for coming conditions. It's going to take work, more work, and then some more work." ' "I hain't skeered of work." "I believe that. Also, you must keep out of trouble. You've got to ride your fighting Instinct with a strong curb." T don't 'low to let nobody run over me." The statement was not argu mentative; only an announcement of a principle which was not subject to modification. "All right, but until you learn the ropes let me advise you." . The boy gazed into the fire for a few moments of silence. "I gives ye my hand on thet." he promised. At eleven o'clock the painter, having shown his guest over the premises, said good night and went uptown to his own bouse. Snmson lay a long while awake, with many disquieting reflections. Meanwhile Lescott, letting himself into a house overlooking the park, was hailed by a chorus of voices from the dining room. He turned and went In to Join a gay group Just back from the opera. As be thoughtfully mixed himself a highball, tbey bombarded blm with questions. "Why didn't you bring your bar barian with you?" demanded a dark eyed girl, who looked very much as Lescott himself might have looked had he been a girl and very young and lovely. Now she flashed on blm an af fectionate smile, and added: "We have been waiting to see him. Must we go to bed disappointed?" Geor - stood looking down on them, and tinkled the Ice In bis glass. "He wasn't brought on for purposes of exhibition, Drennle," he emlled. "I was afraid If he came In here In the fashion of his arrival carrying bis saddlebags you ultraiivilized folk might have laughed." . 1 A roar of laughter at the picture vindicated Lescott's assumption. "No! Now, actually with saddle bags?" echoed a young fellow with a likable face which was for the mo ment Incredulously amused. "Thnt goes Dick Whlttington one better. You do make some rare discoveries. George. We celebrate you." "Thanks, Horton," commented th$ painter, dryly. "When you New York ers have learned what these barbari ans already know, tho control of your oversensitlzed rislbles and a courtesy deeper than your shirt-fronts maybe I'll let you have a look. Meantime I'm much too fond of all of you to risk letting you laugh at my barbarian." Several months were spent laboring with charcoal and paper over plaster casts in Lescott's studio, and Lescott himself played instructor. When the skylight darkened with the coming of evening, the boy whose mountain na ture cried out for exerclso went for long tramps that carried him over many miles of city pavements, end after that, when tbe gas was lit, be turned, still Insatiably hungry, to volumes of history, and algebra, and facts. A sloop-rigged boat with a crew of two was dancing before a brisk breeze through blue Bermuda water. Off to the right Hamilton rose sheer and colorful from the bay. At the tiller sat the whlte-clnd figure of Adrlenne Lescott. Puffs of wind that whipped the tautly bellying sheets lashed her dark hair about her face. Her lips. vividly red like poppy petals, were just now curved into an amused smile, which made them even more than or dinarily klssable and tantalizing. Her companion was neglecting his nominal duty of tending tbe sheet to watch her. "Wilfred," she teased, "your con trast 1b quite startling and, in a way, effective. From head to foot you are spotless white but your scowl Is ab solutely 'the blackest black that our eyes endure.' And," she added, In an Injured voice, "I'm sure I've been very nice to you. "I have not yet begun to scowl," he assured her, and proceeded to show what superlatives of saturnine expres sion he held In reserve. "See here, Drennle, I know perfectly well that I'm a sheer Imbecile to reveal the fact that you've made me mad. It pleases you too perfectly. It makes you hap pier than Is good for you, but" "It's a terrible thing to make me happy, isn't it?" she Inquired, sweetly. "Drennle, you have held me off since we were children. I believe I first an nounced my Intention of marrying you when you were twelve. That intention remains unaltered. More: It Is unal terable and inevitable. My reasons for wanting to needn't be rehearsed It would take too long. I regard you as possessed of an alert and remark able mind one worthy of companion ship with my own." Decpite the friv olous badinage of his words and the humorous Bmile of bis Hps, bis eyes hinted at an underlying intensity. "With no desire to flatter or spoil you, I find your personal aspect pleasing enough to satisfy me. And then, while a man Bbould avoid emotionalism, I am In love With you." He moved over to a place in the sternsheets, and his face became Intensely earnest. He dropped his hand over hers as It lay on the tiller shaft. "God knows, dear," he exclaimed, "how much I love you!" Her eyes, after holding his for a mo ment, fell to the hand which still im prisoned - ber own. She shook her head, not in anger, but with a man ner of gentle denial, until he released her fingers and stepped back. PUT END TO FOOTBALL GAME Polar Bear May Only Have Intended to Witness Contest, but Players Took No Chances. One day, while the whaleshlp Nar whal was tied to an ice floe In Bering sea, and the lookouts were at the mast head scanning the open water south ward for the appearance of whales, a party of the forecastlemen made a football of rags and corn, and went over the bow to kick the misshapen thing around on a smooth stretch of Ice a short distance from the vessel. The fun was at Its height and the men were Just getting the kinks out of their legs when tho harpooner In the crow's nest called softly down to the deck that a polar bear bad scented the men on the Ice and was excitedly mak ing his way toward them. No warning was given to the football players. Be fore long the bear appeared close to the edge of the floe, and he seemed to be in a great hurry. He shambled rap Idly along in and out among the hum mocks, and every few feet he would pull himself erect to sniff the air and crane his bead anxiously. Closer and closer he came, and It was plain that be grew more and mors sxadtedf "You are a dear, Wilfred," she com forted, "and I couldn't manage to get on without you, but you aren't mar rlageable at least, not yet." "Why not?" he asked. "In tho first place, you are one of those men whose fortunes are listed In tbe top schedule the swollen for tunes. Socialists would put you in the predatory class." VDreunie," he groaned, "it's not my fault that I'm rich. It was wished on me. If you are serious, I'm willing to become poor as Job's turkey.' Show me the way to strip myself, and I'll stand shortly before you begging aim." "To what end?" she questioned. "Poverty would be quite Inconvenient. I shouldn't care for It. But hasn't it ever occurred to you that the man who wears the strongest and brightest mall, and who by bis own confession is possessed of an alert brain, ought occasionally '.o be seen in the lists?" "In short, your charge is that I am a shirker and, since It's the same thing, a coward?" Adrlenne did not at once answer blm, but she straightened out for an uninterrupted run before the wind, and by the tiny moss-green flecks, which moments of great seriousness "You Are a Dear, Wilfred?" brought to the depths of her eyes, he knew that she meant to speak the un veiled truth. "Besides your own holdings in a lot of railways and things, you handle your mother's and sisters' property, don't you?" He nodded. "In a fushlon, I do. I sign the neces sary papers when the lawyers call me up and ask me to come downtown." "You are a director In the Metropole Trust company?" "Guilty." "In the Consolidated Seacoast?" '1 believe so." "With your friends, who are also shareholders, you could assume con trol of the Morning Intelligence, couldn't you?" "I guess I could assume control, but what would I do with It?" ' "Do you know the reputation of that newspaper?" "I guess It's all right. It's conserva tive and newsy. I read it every morn ing when I'm in town. It fits In very nicely between the grapefrut and the bacon and eggs." "It la, also, powerful," she added, "and Is said to be absolutely servile to corporate Interests." "Drennle, you talk like an anarchist. You are rich yourself, you know." "And against each of those other concerns va.ious charges have been made." "Well, what do want me to do?" "It's not what 1 want you to do," she Informed me; "it's what I'd like to Bee you want to do." "Name it! I'll want to do It forth with." "I think when you are one of a hnnd ful of the richest men In New York; when, for instance, you could dictate the policy of a great newspaper, yet know it only as the course that follows your grapefruit, you are a shirker and a drone, and are not playing the game." Her hand tightened on the tiller. "I think if I were a man riding on to the polo field I'd either try like the devil to drive the ball down be tween the posts, or I'd come Inside and take off my boots and colors. I wouldn't hover In a ladylike futility around the edge of the scrimmage." She knew that to Horton, who played polo like a fiend Incarnate, the figure would be effective, and she whipped out her words with something very close to scorn. "There's my. hand on it, Drennle." he said. "We start back to New York tomorrow, don't we? Well, when I get there I put on overalls and go to work. When I propose next I'll have something to show." (TO BE CONTINUED.) 'JSC The men on board the ship got out their rifleB, to make sure thut the bear did no harm to the men on tbe ice. The gaunt ice bear came to the lust hummock hat separated him from the field of play. One of the men was In the act of "kicking tbe stuffing" out of the ball when the bear suddenly emerged Into clear view. The ball fell to the ice, the man's leg came hurried ly down on the ice, and the man him self broke for the ship like a deer There was a succession of frightened shouts, and the Ice became alive with running men. Never was there a quicker change of scene. Men Blum bled and fell and yelled and fought for a grasp of the rope ladder. The men on deck were so convulsed with laughter that they made no ef fort to Bhoot the bear. And after the first whoop the bear became bo thor oughly alarmed at the consternation he bad caused that he turned tall and fled in a clumsy gallop down the ice floes. We All Know Them. "There are certain people who eat well, drink well, and sleep well, but who, whenever they see a little work. Immediately become 111." The Green wich Magistrate, y it mm o SLUGGISH BOWELS No sick headache, sour stomach, biliousness or constipation by morning. Get a 10-cent box now. Turn the rascals out the headache, biliousness, indigestion, the sick, sour stomach and foul gases turn there out to-night and keep them out wltb Cascarets. '-' Millions of men and women take Cascaret now and then and never know the misery caused by a lazy liver, clogged bowels or an upset stom ach. ' Don't put In another day of distress. Let Cascarets cleanse -your stomach; remove the sour, fermenting food; take the excess bile from your liver and carry out all the constipated waste matter and poison in the bowels. Then you will feel great. A Cascaret tonight straightens you out by morning. They work while you sleep. A 10-cent box from any drug store means a clear head, sweet stomach' and clean, healthy liver and bowel action for months. Chil dren love Cascarets because they never gripe or sicken. Adv. See That Work Is Done Properly. Trained nurses in Boston havs agreed, through one of their organiza tions, to give instructions as to how to prepare bandages, "sponges" and first-aid packages for shipment and use by the hospital and field surgeons with the armies of all the nations In volved In the European war. When ever women are preparing these things for the hospitals tbey may telo pliono for a nurse to come and see if the work Is done properly. Unfair Advantage. James The rain falls alike on the just and unjust. ' Jones True, but the unjuat man is generally provided w ith tbe just man's umbrella. , The Shocks of Football. "How rough this sport of fool bull is! What shocks of Irresistible bodies!" "Humph! What shocks of irresisti ble hair!" Their Worth. He I'll give you a penny for your thoughts. ' She Well, they're all cnts Ibie. vorB own nnrtunsT wit-i, tkm, too frr Murine K.jn Id-niMly for K'-d. Wink. Wim-rf Btps ana UranuUiK-it Kji-llai,; Nu Hum rutin tilut Bjb niiufuru Wrll" tr Honk of Ihn hr i mull Pruo. Murine UK Uemiiy Co., Cbkittfu. It's difficult to convince a man that he Is a chump and if you do, what's the use? It Is easier to pose as a prophet than it is to stand from under when your predictions go lame. ' FOR PAINS AND ACHES THERE IS NOTHING SO GOOD AS YAGER'S LINIMENT ThoOront Kxternal llemr.lT For HU Kl MATIHM M:ritAI.l Hl'ltAl.NS WOUMS,e. limit Tbl Tnrtlmony "Por4 jriwm 1 nuffrrM with Ittieumallwn m but lo walk on rnitolins. Tho dra-ton mII mr CftMe wm i-hronlo and InruraMe I tried Vhoct-- Mnimi-nt. It I" tha bt Llnimant to rt'llevn naln I evtir wed. It taction laironip JoJ'lN AHFHMAN.OIannont MIIK ltd. I lire" Hot tie, H.-ii- nt oil ilrala-r GILBERT BROS. & CO, Ir.t, Mlrt, Baltimore, HI TRIAL, BOTTLE FREE. Wrlta lor It and mrattoa tbla paiwr. Addrwr A. C MEYCH COM BALTlMOkH. Mi i t . k... . r " si Trill how . VWl-OVIWj Frrcottmi- nd iimi diwwl ol Hpil.t CiiIt, ihrp. Hi!. Fowl, ind Oogi VtTtMlNARI Alio lit rllmind piKi m Ine IMKH RrRAmiF-i .r it-Sim Vnrn,V ttmr.l,ri HtMtUll CAL-SINOCO. BALTIMORE. MO. I DROPSY TREATED, usually (Ivas quick imiiviwi .. . rtm0V(,, iwalhns I and ihort breath, oftan dives entire relief in r I B to S3 deyt. Trial treatment enl i-khh. LI)K. THOMAS B. GHF.KN, 8uMr lo I. 'IL H. Grata i Sou, Box A. tfcauwmh, Oa. W. N. U., BALTIMORE, NO. 3-1915.
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