6 COMMON PHRAtK. | "Something hard to beat." •*ved From Being a Cripple for Life. "Almost six or seven weeks ago I fceoame paralyzed all at once with writes Mrs. Louis Mc «K>y.~9l3 Seventh street, Oakland, €al. It. Btruck me in the back and extend ed from the hip of my right leg down fjy my foot. The attack was so severe Chat I could not move In bed and vaa afraid that I should be a cripple xtor life. "About 12 years ago I received a -sample bottle of your Liniment but never had occasion to use It, as I have always been well, but some thing tdld me that Sloan's Liniment would help me, so 1 tried It. After the Becond application I could get tip out of bed, and In three days eould walk, and now feel well and •ntirely free from pain. "My friends were very much sur- | prised at my rapid recovery and I wxs only too glad to tell them that Gloan's Liniment was the onlv med icine I used." Preparation for Knowledge. No man can learn what he Uas no\ preparation for learning, however near to his eyes is the subject. A chemist saay tell his most precious secrets to a xsarpentcr, and he shall be never the trtgor—the secrets he would not utter Co & chemist for an estate. God «cr®ens us evermore from premature Ideas. Our eyes are holden that we cam not see things that stare us in the 2ace until the hour arrives when the ecind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when wo saw them not (* like a dream. —FJmerson. Successful Demonstration. Romulus was founding Rome. "What I'm trying to do," he ex *®!a.in<»d, "is to show that It 13 possible to start a big town without building it around an oil well or a copper enine." At. this inopportune moment Remus ttroke in with a remark that the new •city was a Butte, all right; and he got it In the neck, as you find fully set 'forth in your Latin reader. Not Embarrassed. "Have your clashes with the court* •embarrassed you?" "Not at all," answered Mr. Du3tln fitax. "Every time I am fined and dc aot pay I feel that I have added Jual that much to my earnings." V —— ' More proof that L>ydia E. Pink ham's V cgetubloCoin pound saves woman from surgical operations. Mrs. S. A. Williams, of Gardiner, Maine, writes: " I was a great sufferer from fem&ie troubles, and Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table Compound restored me to health la three months, after my physician declared that an operation was abso lutely necessary." Mrs. Alvina Sperling of 154 Cley bourno Ave.. Chicago, DL, writes: " I suffered from female troubles, a tumor and much inflammation. Two at the best doctors in Chicago decided that an operation was necessary to save soy life. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound entirely cured me without an operation." FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN. For thirty years Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound, made from roots and herbs, has been the standard remedy for female ills, »nd has positively cured thousands of women who have been troubled with displacements, inflammation, ulcera tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities, Eriodic pains, backache, that bear 5-down feeling, flatulency, indiges tion, dizziness,or nervous prostration. Why don't you try it? Mrs. Pinkham invites all lick women to writo her for advice. She has goi'ted thousands to .health. Address, Lynn, Mast). I THE WET WEATHER COMFORT AND . PROTECTION ( off or d e d by O 1 iicSW .1 112 rCj \\\ J FA [\\ SLICKER? w I-" «! i i Clean-Light ffl 112. 1 Ay Purable Guaranteed i fetrf,f V V/J Everywhere M >OO A J WIDOWS' un<ler N EW LAW obW!M« .PENSIONS TSER IA 1/2 STORY C\l 112 LANGFORDj of the THREE = BARSS \ * y \ KATE AND VIRGIL D. BOYLES I (Copyright by A. C. McC'lur# «1 Co., IW7 ) SYNOPSIS. Cattle thieves despoiling ranches of South Dakota. George Williston. small ranchman, runs into rendezvous of thieves on island in Missouri river. 'I hey have stolen cattle from Three liar ranch. Langford visits Williston and his daugh- . tor and Williston reports what he has soon to Langford, who determines to rid country of thieves. Jesse Black heads out- i laws. Langford falls in love with Willis ton's daughter, hut does not tell her so. i Louise Hale, court stenographer, and ; nie< Judge Dale, visits Kemail at re- I quest of county attorney, Gordon, to take » testimony in preliminary hearing. Gordon | falls in love with her. After preliminary examination Wiliiston's home is attacked find defended by his daughter and him- | Boif Outlaws fire building just as Lang ford and his cowboys arrive. Outlaws carrv off Williston but UanKford rt-snu.-s | the <1 riiKht'-r Without Wi 11 ition evidence against Hlaek 1* nu ac r, ami case st-ctns to bo going against the state. (.ordon takes a night ride and finds Williston. i >'lio has escapt d from captors. the | courthouse at Kemah burns ut night. , CHAPTER XVll.—Continued. "Louise! What are you going to j do?" cried Mary, in consternation. There were few people on this side. Louise put her hand deliberately to: the door-knob. It gave to her pres sure —the door swung open. Some one stumbled out blindly and leaned against the wall for a moment, his hands over his eyes. "I can't do it,"he said, aloud, "I can't reach the vaults. Louise slipped past him and was | within the doorway, closely followed by the frantic Mary. The man cried out sharply, and , stretched out a detaining hand. "Are j you crazy? Come back!" "Mr. Gordon!" cried Louise, with a little sob of relief, "is it really you? Let me go—quick—my note books!" j A thick cloud of smoke at that mo-! ment came rolling down the back stairs. It enveloped them. It went i down their throats and made them j cough. The man, throwing an arm ' over the shoulders of the slender girl j who had started up after the first shock of the smoke had passed away, I pushed her gently but firmly outside. "Don't let her come, Mary," he called back, clearly. "I'll get the note books —if I can." Then he was gone—up the smoke-wreathed stair way. Outside, the girls waited. It seemed hours. The wind, howling around the corners, whipped their skirts. There was a colder edge to it. Fire at last broke out of the back windows simultaneously with the sound of breaking glass, and huge billows of released black smoke surged out from the new outlet. Louise started forward. She never knew afterward just what she meant to do, but she sprang away from Mary's encircling arm and ran up the little flight of steps leading to the door front which she had been so un ceremoniously thrust. Afterward, when they told her, she realized what her impulsive action meant, but now she did not think. She was only con scious of some wild, vague impulse to fly to the help of the man who would even now be safe in blessed outdoors had it not been for her and her fool ish woman's whim. She had sent him to his death. What were those wretched note books—what was any thing at all in comparison to his life! So she stumbled blindly up the steps. The wind had slammed the door shut. It was a cruel obstacle to keep her back. She wrenched it open. The clouds of smoke that met her, rolling out of their imprisonment like pent up steam, choked her, blinded her, beat her back. She strove impotentlv against it. She tried to fight it off with her hands —those little intensely feminine hands whose fortune Gordon longed to take upon himself forever and forever. They were so small and weak to fend for themselves. Ilut small as they were, it was a good thing they did that night. Now Mary had firm hold of her and would not let her go. She struggled desper ately and tried to push her off, but vainly, for Mary had twice her strength. "Mary, I 3hall never forgive you—" She did not finish her sentence, for at that moment Gordon staggered out into the air. He sat down on the bot tom step as if he were drunk, but little darts of flame colored the surging smoke here and there in weird splotch and, suddenly calm now that there was something to do, Mary and Louise led him away from the doomed building where the keen wind soon blew the choking smoke from his eyes and throat. "I've swallowed a ton," he said, re covering himself quickly. "I couldn't get them, Louise." He did not know he called her so. "Oh, what does it matter?" cried earnestly. "Only forgive me for sending you." "As I remember it, I sent myself," CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 4, 1908. said Gordon with a humorous smile, 1 "and,l ain afraid, tumbled one little 1 girl rather unceremoniously down the stairs. Did i hurt you?" There was a caressing cadence in the question that he could not for the life of him ] 1 keep out of his voice. "I did not even know I tumbled. | < How did you get back?" said Louise, tremulously. i "Who opened the door?" counter- 1 questioned Gordon, remembering. < "The wind must have blown it shut. I was blinded —I couldn't find it —I couldn't breathe. I didn't have sense enough to know it was shut, but I couldn't have helped myself anyway. I groped for it as long as I could with out breathing. Then I guess I must have gone off a little, for I was spraw ling on the floor of the lower hall when I felt a breath of air playing over me. Somebody must have opened the door —because I am pretty sure I had fainted or done some foolish thing." Louise was silent. She was thank ful —thankful. God had been very good to her. It had been given to her to do this tiling. She had not meant to do it —she had not konwn what she did; enough that was done. "It was Louise," spoke up Mary, "and I —tried to hold her back!" So she accused herself. "But I didn't do it on purpose," said 5 Louise, with shining eyes. "I—l " "Yes, you " prompted Gordon, looking at her with tender intentness. "I guess I was trying to come after i you," she confessed. "It was very— | foolish." The rear grounds were rapidly fill j ing up. Like children following a band-wagon, the crowd surged toward the new excitement of the discovered ' extension of the lire. Gordon drew a long breath. "I thank God for your—foolishness," | he said, simply, smiling the smile his 1 friends loved him for. CHAPTER XVIII. 1 An Unconventional Tea Party. As the flames broke through the roof, Langford came rushing up where the group stood a little apart from the ! press. "Dick! I have been looking for you I everywhere," he cried, hoarsely. "What's the trouble, old man?" asked Gordon, quietly. "1 have something to tell you," said ; Langford, in a low voice. "Come quick—let's go back to your rooms. 1 Why, girls " "We will go, too," said Mary, with quiet decision. She had caught a ; glimpse of Red Sanderson's face through the crowd, and she thought he He Sat Down on the Bottom Step as , ! if He Were Drunk. "; had leered at her. She had been • | haunted by the vague feeling that she 1 must have known the man who had ' attempted to carry her off—that dread ful night; but she had never been able ' to concentrate the abstract, fleeting ' I impressions into comprehensive sub ! | stance —never until she had seen that " | scar, and glancing away in terror saw 1 | that Langford, too, had seen; but she 1 was not brave enough to lose herself ' and Louise in the crowd where that : man was. She could not. He had • leered at Louise, too, last night at sup • per. They could not ask the protec tion of Gordon and Langford back to 1 j the hotel then, when Langford's ' j handsome, tanned face was white with ' the weight of what he had to tell. "It will be best," he agreed, unex ' pectedly. "Come —we must hurry!" 112 It was Williston's "little girl" whom >' he took under his personal protection, 1 diving up the street in the teeth of the '' gale which blew colder every moment, ' with a force anil strength that kept 1 Mary half the time off her feet. A 1 gentler knight was Gordon—though as manly. All was lark around the i premises. There was no one lurking '• near. Everybody was dancing at t tendance on the court-house holocaust, t' Gordon felt for his keys. "How good it is to get out of the wind," whispered Louise. This pro i" ceeding smacked so much of the mys t terious that whispering followed as a natural sequence, e They stepped within. It was inky S black. J "Lock the door," said Langford, in t a low voice. J Gordon complied, surprised, but ask- J ing no question. He knew his friend, a and had faith in his judgment. Then s lie lighted a lamp that stood 011 his desk. ■■ "Why did you do that?" asked t Louise, gravely, v "What?" "Lock the door." d "I don't know,"he answered, hon e estly. "I didn't think you would no tice the click. Ask Paul." "I'll explain in a minute," said Lang- ford. He stepped to the windows and drew the blinds closely. "Now that I have you safe," he said, lightly, "I'll confess 1 had an old woman's scare. It came to mo that as long as you are not, strictly speak ing, on kind and loving terms with — every one west of the river—and this being such an all-round nasty night anyway, why, I'd just spirit you home and give the charged atmosphere a chance of clearing a little." Gordon looked at him steadily a moment. His face did not pale. Yet he knew that Langford had heard— or suspected—more than he intended to tell —then. It was good to see him shrug his shoulders in unconcern for the sake of the two white-faced girls who sat there in his stiff office chairs. "You are an old duffer, Paul," he said, in pretended annoyance. "You treat me like a child. I won't stand it always. You'll see. Some day I'll rebel —and —then " "Meanwhile, I'll Just trot these ladles back to the hotel," said Lang ford. "But you must promise to keep your head inside. We're fixtures until we have that promise." "What, lock me up and run off with —all the ladies! I guess not! Why didn't we round up that way, I'd like to know? This isn't Utah, Paul. You can't have both." Paul meant for him to lie low, then. He was also in a hurry to get the girls away. Evidently the danger lay here. There was a tightening of the firm mouth and an ominous contraction of the pupils of the eyes. He stirred the fire, then jammed a huge, knotted stick into the sheet-iron stove. It seemed as if everybody had sheet-iron stoves in this country. The log caught with a pleasant roar as the draught sent flames leaping up the chimney. But Paul made no movement to go. Then he, Gordon, had not understood his friend. Maybe the menace was not here, but outside. If so, he must contrive to keep his guests interested here. He would leave the lead to Paul. Paul knew. He went back to his living-room and returned, bringing two heavy buggy robes. "You will find my bachelor way of living very primitive," lie said, with his engaging smile. He arranged the robes over two of the chairs and pushed them close up to the stove. "I haven't an easy chair in the house —prove it by Paul, here. Haven't time to rock, and can't afford to run the risk of cultivating slothful habits. Take these, do," he urged, "and re move your coats." "Thank you—you are very kind," said Louise. "No, I won't take off my jacket," a spot of color staining her cheek when she thought of her gay kimono. Involuntarily, she felt of her throat to make sure the muffler had not blown awry. "We shall be going soon, shan't we, Mr. Langford? If Mr. Gordon is in any danger, you must stay with him and let us go alone. It is not far." "Surely," said Mary, with a big sink ing of the heart, but meaning what she said. "Not at all," said Gordon, decidedly. "It's just his womanish way of boss ing me. I'll rebel some day. Just ! wait! But before you go, I'll make tea. You must have gotten chilled through. He would keep them here a while and then let them go—with Langford. The thought made him feel cheap and cowardly and sneaking. Far rather would he step out boldly and take his chances. But if there was to be any shooting, it must be where Louise— and Mary, too —was not. He believed Paul, in his zeal, had exaggerated evil omens, but there was Louise in his bachelor room—where he had never thought to see her; there with her cheeks flushed with the proximi'y to the stove —his stove —her fair hair wind-blown. No breath of evil thing must asanil her that night—that night, when she had glorified his lonely habi tation —even though he himself must slink into a corner like a cowardly (To Be Continued.) A Hard Task. A Chicago man tells of a resident of that city who had been unsuccessful in one venture after another. At last, however, he made a large sum of money by means of an invention in car wheels; and very soon thereafter his family, consisting of his wife and two young daughters, were to be seen taking their daily outing in a motor car. One day the three were being driven rapidly through the park, while a look of painful self-consciousness overspread the features of the in ventor's wife, as she sat bolt upright, looking straight before her. "Now, ma," came in clear tones from one of the daughters, whose keen face was alive with enjoyment, "now, ma, can't you 101 l back and not look as if the water was boiling over?" —Youth's Companion. Dissipated Men of Genius. There is an unpleasant side light thrown on the days of W. E. Henley and his youthful followers, by Mr. Ed gar Jepson, the novelist. He defends in the London Academy the memory of the late Ernest Dowson, who, sink -1 ing under consumption, found liquor both anodyne and stimulant. "Unfor tunately, too," adds Mr. Jepson, "whisky was a literary fashion, set 1 by Henley. It was an appalling fash ion, which some of the younger men of letters followed with a kind of fool ' ish schoolboy bravado. 1 have seen 1 three of the finest minds I have ' known drown in whisky." I A Strenuous Task. "I don't see why you shouJd be ex cused," the judg3 said to the witness. "You look well enough." "But jest - think of it, yer honor," said the wit • ness, "I've done stood en this here I stand an' told the truth f«r two hours •' ou a stretch." ... t BOY OF TWELVE BEST PICKPOCKET LITTLE LAD HAS HEAD OF FULL GROWN MAN AND MIGHT HAVE BEEN A GENIUS. HE ROBS HIS BENEFACTRESS While She Pleads for Him in Court He Plunders—3ertillon Man His Prey—Was Pupil of No torious "Yegg." Pittsburg.—Twelve years old. with the head of a man of 25, George Cupps, graduate of John Anderson s school of criminals in Allegheny, is the most remarkable person that has ever been encountered by the Pittsburg po lice. A criminal through and through, this boy, with the head of a man, would have made one of the brain giants of the world had his training and surroundings been what they should. George does no» know much about his parents. He was an outcast —a boy of the street, and, of course, lie be came a newsboy. He lived for a long time at the Newsboys' home, and then fe!l in with John Anderson, the no torious "yegg," and became a pupil in hia school for criminals, which An derson conducted in Allegheny. It wasn't long before the lad could teach Anderson about criminology. For months past the police have been unable to locate a mysterious pickpocket, who has been working in crowds on the streets and in depart ment stores. Woman alter woman re ported that her chatelaine bag had been opened and its contents taken. All were positive that no man had been near them. But several remem bered that a bright-faced newsboy had been in the vicinity. The police be gan to look for this newsboy, and they got him. He was George Cupps, tha boy with the head of a man. George did not attempt to deny liis guilt. He was bound over to juvenile court by Magistrate Kirby. One of the prominent workers among way ward boys, Mrs. Seeden Strickler of ' '', .1,, ' I A Bright-Faced Newsboy Had BeiMi in the Vicinity. Allegheny, was so impressed with tlio appearance of the lad that she told Magistrate Kirby that she would adopt him if he would not hold him for court. She stood beside the lad before the bar. "Please let him go, judge," she pleaded. "I'll take him home and adopt him and make a man of him." Judge Kirby consented and Mrs. Strickler reached into her bag to pay the boy's line. She discovered that all her money was gone, and when George was searched it was found in his pockets. He had robbed her as she pleaded for him. Mrs. Strickler was then convinced that he was a bad boy, and allowed him togo to liit> fate. George was turned over to Joseph Linden, the Bertillon operator, who makes the assertion that never before has he seen such a remarkable head on sueh young shoulders., "His head is fully developed in every way," said Linden, after he had completed his measurements and pho tographed the boy. "With proper training he would have been an infant prodigy—a great musician, a wonder ful orator or a painter, whose pictures would have startled the world. To-day he is a great pickpocket—probably the cleverjst In the country, despite the fact that he is only a little boy. It is a question whether he will ever be anything else, now that he has started 011 this career." While Linden was taking George's measurements, the young thief insert ed his slender hand in Linden's pockot and extracted therefrom a silver hajf dollar, all the money that Linden had about him. He missed it a short time afterward, searched George again and found it. Linden has dealt with many crooks, but was never robbed by one of them before while taking measurements. Violence on the Increase. Census statistics show that as a peo ple we are increasing in violence. From 1902 to 1906 there was an in crease in the percentage of persons who came to their end by violence. In 1902 only 6.1 per cent, were thus taken off out of every 100. In 1906 it wa» 7.5 per cent., while the average tor 1901 to 1905, was 6.6 per ceiiL 1 sopkia mmmm KITTLE SEN^i^^^S HEALTH VERY POOR - RESTORED BY PE-RU-NA. Catarrh Twenty-five Years — Had a Bad Cough. Miss Sophia Kittlesen, Kvauston, Illinois. U. S. 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