THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBUBO, PA. ttCARETS" ft ON mir f The Quarte A Modern Indian Reservation Story by Robert Ames Sennet rbr No sick headache, bad taste or constipal by morning. h; Capt Floyd Hardy, U. 6. A., coming to take charge of the agency at Lakotah Indian reservation, following the murder of Agent Nogen, res cues a quarter-breed girl and two men from an Indian attack. They are Reginald Vandervyn, agency clerk and nephew of Senator Clemmerj Jacques Dupont post trader, and his daughter Marie. Hardy learns that Vandervyn had been promised the agency position, discovers that the Indians are disaffected because they have been cheated In a tribal mine which Vandervyn and Dupont have been working, Is puz zled when his friendly speech to tribesmen, interpreted by Vender, vyn's tool, angers the Indians, and determines to make further Inves tigation. New Influences arising at this point make his position difficult How his life and honor are endangered through dark plot ting Is graphically described In this installment CHAPTER VIII Continued. Vandervyn had arranged to be gone a week. There was no cause to dis cuss the time of his return, and as Ma rie seldom mentioned Mm, Hurdy was not often annoyed by the vision of the handsome young fellow Interring be tween himself and the girl. From day to diiy It could plainly he seen bow the rides In the pure moun tain air and the delight of the girl's companionship were bringing buck strength and vigor to the ollWr's tropic-weakened body. Soon a healthy red appeared under the tnn of bin Chucks. The lines of Rcvortty and re pressed grief begnn to smooth away. On the morning of the seventh day, when he rode over to Join Mnrle for a rldo out to the butte on Wolf river, ten years seemed to hove dropped from him. Even when he lifted his hat to the girl and exposed the silvered hnlr at his temples, he looked nearer twenty-five than thirty. He hud shaved off his bristly mustache! "Positively, captain," she bnutered, "you startle me. You are growing so young I First thing I know, I sliull be feeling myself a grandmother In contrast" "Impossible," he gallantly replied. "Sou are the Spirit of Youth. Ile'ng with you Is what makes me seem soj much younger than I am. Yet I shall never see thirty-two agulu." "You're barely of age this morning 1" she said, smiling at his shapely clean shaven Hp. ' "In that case you muHt humor my callowness by pretending you need my aid to mount." She put one small booted foot In his hand, rose with the lightness of a feather and perched herself sideways on her mun's suddle. Unused to such strange behavior, the pony began to buck. Ilnrdy sprang to seize the beust by the heud. Marie waved him aside, and proceeded to give an Impromptu exhibition of her skill as n horsewom an. With one knee crooked uround the born of her saddle, she kept her dl Ill cult scat like a circus rider, uutll the pony subsided. ' "You've ridden to houuds," atutcd Hardy as the girl swung astride ond they started off down the valley. She smiled with gratification. "Reg gie never notices such things; but you The first time I saw a side saddle I thought It ridiculous." On their way down the vulley they met no one, for the fumllles of the police bad moved buck to their old camp alto opposite the agency. Marie suggested that they climb the bulte. With subtle coquetry, she gave llurdy the privilege of assisting her up the ledges, though, had she chosen,, she could have outclimbed him. Thpy mounted to the top of the highest crag, where they sat down on the bare rock to view the plulns and mountains through Hardy's glasses. The utter stillness and solitude, the Immensity of the cloudless blue dome above them, the great sweep of the landscape all teuded to quiet the excitement of their lively ascent. A hush fell upon them. Marie let the hand that held the glasses sink Into her lap. She guzed off up the river, dreamy-eyed. After prolonged silence Hardy murmured in a half-whisper : "How alone we nrel The world Is young It Is the beginning of time. And In nil the new, young world, you uud I are aloue Marie." It was the first time that he had ever used her given name In speaking to her. She started from Iter day dream, Uie color deepening In her cheeks. In the same moment she he came aware that she hud beeu looking at a moving object. "Lookl" she snld, lifting the glasses to her eyes. "That must be the head and shoulders of a man. Ho Is rid ing along on the fur side of the ridge an Indian; his heud Is mutlled lu a blanket" "Marie!" softly repeated Hardy. The girl sprntig to her feet. "He has disappeared but we are no longer alone In the world, Captain Hardy. Let us go down." With lustaut repression of his dis appointment, Hurdy took the glasses und offered his hnml to assist her down the first lodge. She Ignored the offer. , Nor did she permit him to help her ut all during the descent. Her pony leaped away with the usual Jumping start of a bronco. The mnrc stepped clear of the low scrub near tho rill edge, out upon the sandy level of the coulee bottom. Sho was In the act of breaking Into a trot when her rlder'a hat whirled from bis head und lie pitched sideways out of tho saddle as if struck by lightning. A moment Inter tho report of the shot reached Marie. She glanced over her ahouldcr and saw Hardy outstretched on the ground, flaccid and Inert With a suddenness thnt almost threw her pony off his nimble feet, she wrenched him around. The mnre had topped within two strides, and twist ed her head about to look at her fallen master. The manner In which he hud fallen showed that the shot hud come from up the coulee. Flinging herself from her pony, she plucked Hardy's rifle out of Its sheath and leveled It across the saddle. Hut she could see no sign of the assassin, and no sec ond bullet came whirring across the coulee. Without a second look up the coulee, she bent over to rip the hem from her underskirt. This gave her a bandage. Her own and Hurdy's hand kerchiefs served for a compress. Swift ly she bound them on the long wound above his temple and stopped the bleeding. When at last he opened his eyes, his head was In her hip. He guscd up Into her down-bent face, his mind still In daze. A frown of pain creased his fore head. He murmured. In the queru Ions lone of a sick child: "Mother mother!" Instinctively her soft hnml begun to smooth away the frown with a gentle, caressing touch. Ills eyes closed In restful contentment. The girl con tinued to stroke his forehead. Sud denly his eyelids lifted, and ho looked up with the clear, bright gaze of full consciousness. He saw the wommilv compassion In her beautiful face. Il-r eyes were tender and lustrous with sympathy for his suffering. "Marie!" he murmured. "It Is vou ! I I thought my mother" "Hush!" she said. "You have been shot lu the head. I do not know how serious It Is." "Shot? In the head?" He lny still, considering this. Her look had not altered under Ills gaze. From her utter lack of self-consciousness he divined that she thought him dangerously If not fatally wounded. After a pause, he begon to spenk with the culmness that sometimes masks the most profound feeling: "You scarcely know me but. In the circumstances, I trust you will pardon me for not waiting. I love you. From the first I thought you the most beauti ful girl I had ever seen. Now I know you to he the most lovely your soul as beautiful as your face. Do not hluike your heod. It Is the truth." She averted her Kluime flushed face. "I I cannot permit you to speuk to me this way." "You lire too good and kind to refuse to hear me," he replied In the snme calm voice. "I know about him. I know I have no cluinco, deor. Ho Is young and handsome; while I" The pule lips curved In n quizzical smile. The girl's bosom heaved. The tears overran her brimming eyes. "You are ure generous! I did not think any man could be so generous I" Agulu hit Hps curved whimsically. "Perhaps I nm generous because there Is no other course open. I would ask you would urge you to marry me, If I thought I had even a fighting chance of winning you. "Marry you ! You would ask met Yet you know what my father Is like; and you nrniy people are so proud. I, nn Iudlun quurterbreed, and my futher what ho Is !" "My mother passed away only a few months ago. She was ull I hud. Now I shall always have tho thought of your goodness In addition to the dear memory of her." The girl turned her face still further nwny from Jdm. "I cunnot endure You shall not think of me that way I" "I beg your purdon, Miss Dupont," he apologized. "It Is most Inconslderute and ungenerous of me to He here clulm- "Marie!" He Murmured. "It Is You!" Ing your sympathy on false pretenses. I feel my strength coming buck. It must be that the bullet merely grazed my heud." I'.efore she could prevent hlui, he twisted uhout and raised himself ou his elbow. "Oh!" she remonstruted. "You should not move." He forced a laugh between bis clenched teeth. "No, It's what I thought only a scratch. All right now, except for a little dizziness. I have been Imposing on your sympathy Did you see where the shot came from? I must go and rout out the rnscnl." The girl grasped his rlflo uud sprung up away from him. "You shull not go," she declared. "I'm sure he ran nwuy the moment you fell." sr.? M Hurdy straightened on his knees and rose unsteadily to his feet. Ills voice was as firm as his pose was tottery: "Bo so kind as to help me to mount." Hardy turned his mare down the cou lee. Mnrle, despite his protests, rode between him and the ridge behind which she hud seen the blunketed mun. CHAPTER IX. The Coquette. Uuublu to endure the Jar of a trot or gullop, Hardy urged the mure to her fustest walk. They had gone less than a mile when a horseman came loping up tho slope from Sioux creek. "It Is Mr. Vandervyn," suld Hardy In an even tone." "Yes," she replied. She handed buck the glasses, but did not look at him until Vandervyn rode up. The young mun's face was flushed, ns If he hud been drinking. When he pulled up before them, he was seeming ly so struck with Hurdy's appearance that he scarcely heeded Marie's Joyful greeting. ' What's the matter, cuptuln?" he ex claimed. "You're ns white as n ghost und your head tied up I You must have come a nasty cropper." "Itlt of an accident. Not serious," replied Hardy. "It could not well have been closer," said Marie. "Captain Hardy bus been shot." "Shot?" cried Vandervyn. "The bullet grazed the bone above the temple. Hud It been half an Inch lower or further back, It must huve killed him." "Half an Inch," repeated Vundervyn Ills face crimsoned, and the veins of his forehead began to swell. "Where Is the fellow? Did he get nwny? How long ago was It? Loan me the mure, Hardy. I'll run him down." "Very good of you to offer," suld Hurdy. "Hut the rascal might ambush you. We'll order out a squad of o llce. Resides, I wish your report on your trip. I presume Iledheur Is at the agency." "No." Vundervyn turned a scowling face towards the butte, as If angrily eager to bo off In pursuit of the would- be assassin. "Charlie went buck to Thunderbolt's camp to see If his sis ter wus getting ulong all right with the old chief. I told him that If lie wus welcomed, he had better stay n few days. If he and the girl make them selves agreeable, we shall have a bet ter chance to quiet the tribe." "You found conditions still unfavor able?" "Yes. All the chiefs took n violent dislike to you ; and they hud stirred up the whole tribe. Charlie and I talked and talked. You know a white man can talk Indians into anything. If he keeps at it." "What result?" snapped Hardy. Vandervyn shrugged. "I know we made some Impression, especially on old Thunderbolt. The chiefs no doubt would be willing to let you visit the camps on safe conduct, so to speak; but I doubt If they could keep the wild est of the young bucks In hand. This shooting proves It. I tell you, captain, none of us here would think any the less of you If you cut the whole busi ness." "I shall start for the mountnlus to morrow." "Tomorrow?" remonstrated Murle. Your wound you must wait at least until It bus begun to heal. And In the meantime Hedhear und Olnna will be talking Tl-owa-konza and his camp Into a milder mood." "That last is a most excellent argu ment," said Hardy, and his firmly compressed lips curved in a smile nt the girl. "I sliull take your advice, Miss Dupont." Vundervyn had frowned over the concern In Mnrle's voice. Hurdy's re sponse started the veins of his fore head ftwolllng. He looked off away from the two, and remarked In a cas ual voice: "I'll ride In ahead ond or der out a sqund of policemen to truck down the scoundrel. Juke enn Iijor- pret, if I'm uuable to nmko them un derstand." "tlood 1" said Hardy. Vandervyn shot nt Murle a glance of Jealous anger, and put spurs to his pinto. Hut when they reached the vulley and saw through the glasses the sipiud of police only Just leuvlng the agency, Mario conjectured that the Jaded pinto had slowed to a walk while going up the valley. At last Marie and Ilnrdy reached the agency. With the assistance of Van dervyn, who enme out of the Dupont house to meet them, he was helped down from ills mnre to a cot In the shady porch. Here In the open air Murle washed the wound and took sev eral stitches to druw the edges to gether. During the operation, which Hurdy endured without a groun, Vundervyn stood by, watching Marie's face with sullen Jealousy. The moment she hud rebandnged the wound, lie suggested thnt It would be well to leave Hurdy quiet. In reply she asked him to go for Ice. When he returned, lie found her sitting beside the cot, fun In hand. Hurdy bud fullen asleep. She rose and went into the house, and Vunder vyn followed her. The young mun made no attempt to conceal his anger. He closed the par lor door and turned upon her accus ingly. "So that's whut you've been up to oil the time I've been away?" "Up to what, pray?" "Coquetting with that old fossil of a tin soldier." "Am I not a dutiful daughter?" the girl parried. "Mon pure suld I must make myself ngreeuble to the agent." "He did?" "Why not go and ask hlru, if you doubt what I any?" "I don't. That's just it damn it all !" The girl's eyes flushed with resent ment, but her volco wus sweetly mock lug: "Oh, Mr. Vandervyn, how can you? Cuptuln Hurdy never swore once during ull our delightful rides." "You've been riding with him every day?" "All except one. I've been sorry ever since that I missed that one. He was Invariably courteous. He is a gentleman," "You Infer thnt I om not I" ex claimed Vandervyn. "So he's courteous and smooth and slick, Is he? One might know that you've been raised In the back woods." "You forget I spent four years at the capital of Canada." "In a convent! No wonder you've let lit hi pluy you." The girl met the jeer with a tantaliz ing smile. "It hus been n most amusing game. He treats mo with ns much respect ns If I were a young lady of his own set." "There's no one else here for hi in to flirt with." "That !s an advantage, Is It not?" The girl dropped Into her English man ner. "I duresny he will forget me us soon as he gets back to civilization unless I decide to accept his proposal." Vandervyn stared nt her cynically. "You needn't try to rug me, Murle." She smiled. "So you do doubt what 1 say. Yet It Is true. Captain Hardy did me the honor of declaring thut he wished to marry me." "Hurdy asked you? he, a cuptuln In tho regular army!" "And I a quurterbreed, the daughter of my father. Amazing, Is It not?" Vundervyn caught himself up as he saw the proud humility of her expres sion. It wus a new look to him. He hud often seen Iter proud, but never humble. His Jealousy flured: "How did you answer him? You didn't ac cept you refused tho old board buck I" "Yes and no, that Is, not yet," the girl teused. Vandervyn stepped close and grasped her urm. "Ho so kind us to release me, Mr. Vandervyn." "You coquette! You're trying to play me ngulnst him." "So thnt is what you think of me?" The girl wrenched herself free and turned from him huughtlly. He stepped forward, and again grasped her firm. Ills voice shook with jeulous anger: "You shull huve nothing to do with liliu I He shull not have you !" "Indeed ! May I ask what right you huve to dictate?" "You love me, that Is why," he flung buck at her. "You love me, Murle. You cun't deny it." His voice sunk to a deep, ardent, golden note that sent a tremor through her. "You are mine mine I You know it Your arm quivers that look In your eyesl You cunnot hide your love, Marie sweet heart I" He sought to embrace her. But again she wrenched herself free from hiiu. She could no longer feign hau teur. Her face was rosy with blushes; her bosom heaved; her eyes, behind their veiling lashes, glowed with ten der passion. Yet she kept her head despite the Intoxicating ardor of his look. Unllko Olnna, she was not so unsophisticated as he persisted la thinking her. "You take a good denl for granted, Mr. Vundervyn," she attempted a mocking tone. "I om not yet your sweetheart, nor am I so sure I shall be." He came nearer to her, his eyes the rolor of violets and sparkling with tiny golden gleums. He held out his nrras. His voice wus low ond enticing: "Sweetheart sweetheart I" She swayed toward him, checked herself In tho act of yielding, ond eluded ills grasp. "No!" sho cried. "You're a bit too sure. I ve no mother, halfbreed or otherwise, to advise me, my dear Reg gie. I must be my own chaperon. You charge Captain Ilnrdy with trying to piny me. . Yet when he spoke to me of his love he also spoke of marriage." Vandervyn's eyes narrowed and as quickly widened In their most child like stare. "How can you, Marie?" ho re proached. "You suy that ns If you think I have been trifling with you oil these months, when you know as well as I But of course, If you do not trust me, I have no show agulnst him. He Is free. I am, as you know, tied down by the uncertainty of my posi tion." "Thut Is quite sad, Is It not?" she mocked. "I urn rather more fortu nute. Whether or not there is any uncertainty about my position, I am not bound to anyone, nor am I bound to bind myself to anyone." "Why ure you so hard to me?" he pleaded. "You know that if my uncle got even a hint that I am interested -in a girl out here It would be nil off with me. Ho doesn't know what you ore like, und it would be Impossible In writing to convince him how charming you nre." " "Whut a misfortune 1 Only, as It happens, I hjsve no wish to marry Sen ator Clemmer. He alreudy hus a wife." "Thnt's Just It a wife and half a dozen daughters. It's nil cut und dried thut I am to marry Ella, the oldest un married one." "Ah so that Is why" faltered Murle, the rich color ebbing from her cheeks. But she wus only momentar ily overcome, ner spirit rumen al most as soon as It drooped. "It Is most kind of you, Mr. Vandervyn, to tell me the delightful secret, i'enult me to congrntulnto you." Ills brows peuked In a doleful frown. "You ure cruel to take It thut way. 1 don't love the girl. You ought to know thut you do know It! Cuu't you see the hole I'm In? Even if It wusn't for F.llu, they'd nil think of you as a nn agency girl. I wouldn't stand a ghost of u show of being appointed agent when Hardy quits." "Does he Intend to quit?" "If you turn him down, he'll leave Just us soon as he finds the tribe still against him. Then don't you see, sweetheart?! shall get tho appoint ment ns agent. Your father and I can rip Into tho Ilttlo old mine as fast us we please. It's a . real mine, sweet heart In a few months we'll have enough ore shipped to the smelter for me to cut loose from my uncle and do as I please. You kuow what thut means." Again ho came toward her, his eyes softly glowing, his arms open to cm brace her. And again she eluded him, fj3& j "You've Been Riding With Him Every Day?" this time with no hesitancy or waver Ing. Her smile showed she wus once more In control of her emotions. "Aren't you rather previous, Ileg gle?" she asked, from the other side of the teu table. "We ore not yet en gaged." "You coquette 1" he cried. "You know I cun't formally propose to you uutll I have got rid of Ella." "How honorublo you nrel" she prulsed him, and he could detect no Irony In her voice or look. Vandervyn stifled on oath. "By I'll have you yet! You shan't get away from me I" "Indeed?" she mocked, though she quivered from the passionate ardor In his voice. To cover her emotion she shrugged as only a woman of French blood can shrug. "Thut is to bo seen, Mr. Vundervyn. Aud now, if you'll kindly excuse me, I must give n fulr share of my time to my other devoted suitor." She slipped out onto the porch be fore Vandervyn could Interfere. lie muttered a curse and went Into the dining room to get one of Dupont's whisky bottles out of the dainty little sideboard. CHAPTER X. At the Broken Mountain. When, at dusk, Dupont rode up to his house, Hurdy was still on the cot on the porch. Vandervyn stood at the fur end, puffing hurd nt n cigar as he watched Dupont approach. The sound of the trader's bluff voice wakened Ilnrdy from his doze mid brought Mnrle to the door. "No, not a track ; not one single sign nowhere," Dupont was saying to Van dervyn. "Thought I'd rldo In and send out more of the p'lcece with food." "Very good," said Hurdy. "We must track down the mun, else others muy follow his example." The next day the search for tho would-be assassin was contluued, with no better results thnn the first, it was the snme on the two succeeding days. At last Dupont declured that there was no hope of finding the mysterious lost trail, and Hardy called lu the truck ers. The period of the search hud been os agreeable to Hardy as It had been annoying to Vandervyn. To check Vundervyn's wooing or it may huve been to redouble his ordor through Juulousy she spent as much tlino as possible in Hardy's enmpuuy. She was so gracious thut Hurdy began to show openly flint he thought he might have a fighting chance to win her. This made Vandervyn furious. Yet ho had to restrain himself from any outburst. Noon of the fourth day Hardy stated ut dinner that he wus quite himself agulu ond would start on the trip Into the mountains the next morning. Ited bcar had not yet returned to the agency, und Dupout, In his friendliest manner, offered his services us Inter preter until the hulfbrecd should Join the pnrty. When Hardy accepted this offer, Vandervyn looked at him In his guile less way and remarked In a casual tone: "With tho tribe so unensy, I suppose you will want roe to stuy here and look after Murle." Marie objected: "I am a member of the tribe. If Fere is going Into the mountains, I am going with him." "No I" cried Vnndervyn. "I cannot permit thut," declared Hurdy. "Oh,- yes, you can and will," confi dently replied the girl. "I shall be In no danger. If anyone Is attacked, It will be you only." Unobservant of Vandervyn's look. Dupont (in used with h knlfeful r-f food halfway to his mouth to agree wlrt bis daughter: "Ain't none of 'em whut wants to lift her sculp. She'd be safer 'n me and you, Mr. Van which Is good ns saying dead safe." "Yet If I should be attacked?" suit. Hurdy. "If you are, It won't be no general outbreuk, Cup. It will be a few young bloods a-laylng for you, or mebbe Just one, like the buck done down nt the coulee." "You see," argued Murle. "You nre the only one In danger of attack. If Heggle and I go, us welt as I'ere,- there will he that much less chance of a small party firing nt yon." "Very well," acquiesced Hurdy. "i rely ou your futher' Judgment. If there Is the slightest chance of (lunger to you, he should know It. But as you are to be with the party. I shall tnke along a squad of k1Icc. Mr. Vander vyn, you may remain In charge of the n?ency, If you prefer." "No, thanks," snapped Vandervyn. "If you Intend to let Mario run the risk of getting Into a massacre, I most certnlnly sliull go along." The girl wus unusually gracious to Hardy ut supper. At breiikfuxt she di vided her smiles between the two with strict Impartiality. But when, shortly before sunrise, the party stnrtcd off up tho valley, Hurdy begun talking about tribal customs with Diiont aud be came mi engrossed In the discussion thnt be fulled to give his uunl court eous uttentlon to Marie. Vundervyn was quick to make tho most of tho girl's pique. The half-dozen Indian po lice of the escort were strung out In front with the pack horses. He sug gested that It would be well to avoid the dust by getting in the lend. Do you believe that Marie Is deliberately aiding the plotters against Hardy, and do you fear an ambuscade for the new agent on this visit to the Indians? TO UK CO NT IN UK I J.) CAUGHT MAMMA TELLING FIB Small and Welt-Meant "White tie" Gave Little Girl Opportunity for Sarcasm. In a certain western city there lives a little girl who Is n good deal of n romancer. The truth In her hands he comes sudly twisted, und Is frequently lost sight of altogether. This propens ity for yarning bus bothered her moth er n great deal. She has talked to the little girl In n serious way, and not long ago she told her that even If pupn and mamma didn't find out uhout her naughty stories, (Jod knew, because he wus ulwuys present. This seemed to make quite nn Impression on the Ilttlo mnld, und her mummn hoped It would be lusting. The family washerwoman, who hn long been a retainer of the household, gave the little girl a fancy matchbox for a Christmas present. Of course, the small damsel Immediately wanted to fill It with matches, and ns mutches were tho cause of n bad burning she had received not long before, her mnm nin dldu't want her to piny with the new gift. Well, It disappeared after a day or two lost, perhaps, or stolen, or possibly given uwuy. It was cer tainly gone. A day or two later the washerwoman was hanging the clothes In the back yard, nnd the mistress came out of the house nnd spoke to her. "And has tirade got her matchbox yet?" Inquired tho domestic. Not wishing to hurt the good wom an's feelings the mistress Indulged In a small whlto He. "Oh. yes," she suld, "It's put uwny carefully upstnlrs." As she turned to enter the door she saw Oracle standing In the doorway with n decidedly sarcastic grin on her fnce. "Well, mamma," she suld. as her parent stepped In, "I guess you must have thought that God wasn't In the back yard this morning." And mnmmn didn't sny a word. The Indian Languages. The bureau of Amerlcun ethnology of the Smithsonian Institution, which conducts studies nnd Investigations among the Indians, Is constantly bom barded with requests for "the Indian word" for this nnd thnt. It may he worth while to explain to the public, therefore, thnt thero Is no ono Ameri can Indian Iniujunge. On the contrary there nre about 1,000 languages In the two Amerlcus, and prnctlcully 500 dis tinct Iudlun languages north of Mexico. It becomes, then, impossible to give "the" Indian word for any F.ngllsh equivalent, and consequently It Is usually chosen from the language of the tribe which Inhabits, or once Inhab ited, the partlculnr section of the coun try from which the request comes ; for example, the word may be chosen from the Sioux, Deluwure, Cherokee, Seneca, Zunl or other language. Ragweed. The North American species of rnir. weed is sometimes called the hhter weed. It is a much branching plunt, grows from one to three feet high, nnd crows everywhere. Its nollcn Is re. carded as the cause of hay fever. Its stem Is stout ond hairy and the flowers are green nnd inconspicuous. Wasted Effort Daughter Father, our domestic science professor Is teaching us how to spend money- Parent (Interrupting) Why doesn't he tench fish bow to awlm? Pitt Panther. Get a 10-cent bos. Are you keeping your bow), and stomach clean, pure arery with Cascarets, or merely fa chl passageway every few danf th Salts, Cathartic Pills, Castor mm Purgative Waters? it t Stop having a bowel washa W Cascarets thoroughly cleanse t PlP ulate the stomach, remove taea and fermenting food and foc.it I take the excess bile from tit! and carry out of the system pool constipated waste matter and In the bowels. L eo A Cascaret to-night will clge feel great by morning. Tittf while you Bleep never gripe, l" or cause any Inconvenience, t"1 only 10 cents a box from yoi-rrnw Millions of men and womei Cascaret now and then am" ' have Headache, BIHousneas, Wlo Tongue, Indigestion, Sour 8tocP Constipation. Adr. n001 wrro Dr. Mury Morey, ago sevett tx Smiley, Tex., will enter i A," school again. Idrea CLIMBED STAb ON HER hi r Bit Too IOto Walk Upright. Opt ArlritefL Saved ly Lj4H; PinkWi Vegetable ComnWeU This woman now raises chlciw a does manual labor. Read hern Peei Richmond, Ind. "For two jt eejy aa so sick and weak with t t was from my if when goi: atairs f hittaea very slo:;ntry my handi WBy steps, thetw at the topV The doctor?" thought I to have an opfl and my i.troaL thought I wi live to mo ft our new hood v to try Lydia E. Pinkham's V -r Compound as she had taken it ... results. I did so, my weaknj i JJ appeared, I gained in strength Into our new home, did all iJJJ,, ( f'arden work, shoveled dirt, i: u ng and cement work, and raisy N dreds of chickens and ducki i vtn not say enough in praise of bred th Pinkham's Vegetable Compost the If these facts are useful you " lish them for tho benefit cld women." Mrs. M. 0. Johnsiw D. Box 190, Richmond. Ind. nlD A Cold Bend Propositio It Uev PSJ Inc. couchlncr and hawkinc" racing- a cold proposition, t. itright Hales Honey of Hmi aad Tar quickly relieves n All druggists, 25cta. a bottliat n 'Tea, Try FuVe TmOmIm Dm -each I Make the Liver Do its Duty it Nine times In ten when tbt right the stomach and bowels CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS gentlybutfirmly conv pel a lazy liver do its duty. Cures Con stlpatioa, la digestion. Sick Headache. ad doe 4apte! and Distress After Eating. SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMAUmT try Genuine must bear bign Backacfe; I Yager's Liniment is et - - lent for any kind of pW' congestion. It quickly Sieves backache and rlj" matic pains, and is a sp' did remedy for NcurnV Saatlca, chest pains, sprm strains, swellings and largcments. i Keep bottle In your hon' m.ratviM vm nmvmt CftD when you will require somctH oi me eori. r , - The 25 cent bottle of ,VH I . Liniment contains four tim-' ... a, much as the uiual botUe kfc meat sold ( or that price. 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