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(Doctors use liquid laxativess) You can get Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin, which is a most dependable liquid laxative, at any drug store, De. (2ldirell s | svaup PEPSIN Grocers’ Standby are ne men in the family, bills are small If there Efe VITUS TA 00 ITE AIR ru By Exposyre To Sun, Wind and Dust — SER I Ad Tax Gatherers Busy There are 22.000 different kinds of taxes In this country. or perfect BAKING RESULTS ITCHING... anywhere on the body also burning irritated skin— soothed and helped by £8 - Resino Uo You Need A Tonic? Copyright 1928.1984, Harold Titus. CHAPTER III—Continued mnie “Ave course, Donny,” he acquiesced. “Ave course. OI'll come back when ye're finished.” He went downstairs, rubbers thump- bottom a long interval, shaking his head in misgiving and muttering to himself, Then he turned about and crept back as softly as a cat. On the upper land- ing he seated himself leaning against the thin partition of matched boards which separated him from the sick man, A half bour, perhaps, Bird-Eye sat there growing cramped and chilly In the draughty hallway. Then he leaped to his feet with a little ery. From within had come a long, retching gasp, a sharp creak of bed springs, a thud on the floor. Blaine burst into the room, The catalogue was beside the bed. Old Don lay half doubled for- ward, face In the blankets, one limp hand swaying slightly as it dangled over the edge. “Donny! © Donny, b'y, what's up?” He raised the limp figure, laid Ir back, stared hard at the face which now seemed so peaceful and then ran excitedly down the stairway in frenzied search of Joe Plette. In the room was confusion after Doc- tor Sweet answered the hasty sum- mons, The doctor felt vainly for a pulse, touched the shrunken breast of the old cruiser and then turned away with a significant shake of his head, The usual things were sald and then Bird-Eye and the physician were alone in the room. The little Irishman’s eyes brimmed with tears but behind these was an Intent look s&s of one who Im patiently awaits opportunity to pursue a specific purpose, and when the others trooped down the stairway he closed the door and returgsed hastily to the bedside, “Sure 'nd where 8 ut? he asked beneath his breath, riffling the leaves of the bulky catalogue, shaking folds out of the rumpled blankets, “What are you after, Bird Eye?” the doctor asked. “Ah! Here ut be!” On his hands and knees, peering be- neath the bed, he uttered that ejacula- tion and, reaching far under, rose to his knees with a sealed envelope In his hands, Across the face was a scrawl, writ. ten with an indelible pencil. Blaine scowled as he tried to make out the words, got to his feet, and moved across the room to hold the envelope closer to the light. Doctor Sweet bent over it beside him. “Ben Elliott.” the latter read aloud. "Open this when the nut gers too hard to erack.™ The doctor scratched his mustache. He turned his face to meet Bird-Ege's startled gaze. “It's somethin’, Doctor, thut he didn't dare die with on his soul! Somethin’ he was fearful to tell If he lived, as well, Somethin’ . . ,” His hand holding the letter trembled sharply. “Doctor, sure ‘nd It's somethin’ about th’ owld devil himself !™ “Brandon?” “None other!” Emory Sweet straightened and gave a long-drawn Hom-mm. “Brandon for sure!” Bird-Eye whis- pered hoarsely. “ ‘Twas Brandon kept Donny out av Tincup fer years, wa'n't it? "Twas Brandon tuk him when he made a slave av him, he did! It's Brandon who's be'n comin’ here Ivery night, not lolke you or I'd come. but loike a masther 'd come to wateh a slave . . . a slave he was a-scared to have around, , , . “Why was a rich man loike Nick Brandon ‘afraid av ‘n owld bum like Donny 7" he demanded, shaking the let- ter almost accusingly close in the other's face. “Who was 't with Faxson when he died? Who was 't put Fax- son's murder on McManus?" He gest! culated gravely toward the bed. “Him. «+ + «+ Him, Nick Brandon's slave, who wance was a man, who wint to hell with booze, who's truckled to Brandon evir since antll his pore owld heart broke I" “By George, Bird-Eye, it does look as though It might—" The doctor did not finish what he had started to say. lostead he remarked (intently: “I'd give a good deal to know just what's in that letter!” *OI'll be takin® It myself to Ben Elliott this night. Aw, 'nd won't Misther Brandon squirm whin th’ b'y starts In crackin’ th’ tough nut! ‘Nd it's th’ justice av the’ saints, no less, that Brandon brings Elliott to Able's attintion in a folght over owld Donny.” They went down the stairway to- gether after closing the door softly be- hind them, Bird-Eye muttering Impreca- tions gn the head of Nicholas Brandon, And even as Doctor Sweet emerged from the dark mouth of the narrow stalrway, the front door opened and stamplpg new snow from Wis feet. Others were there, Piette, the drum. mer, the mill hands; two or three more, But Brandon's attention cen. tered only on the physician, “Well, Doctor? he began and it seemed as though hig lungs were too fGlled with alr to spenk comfortably. “How's our patient this evening?” Emory Sweet looked grimly Into the other's face. “Old Don has taken the long trail,” he said, “Dead? , . . Dead!” Brandon's volce on the query pinched up a bit. And on the repetition of the word it fell hollowly, with a finality which might have indicated sorrow, dismay or amazement, But none of these three was reflected In his face. In his dark eyes was just one expression: Rellef. Relief! Re lief from suspense, from worry; relief from dark and haunting fear! “You don't say! So the old fellow's gone !™ His voice was even now, color- less, assured, as was normal. “Well, it was to be expected, 1 suppose. Were you with him, Doctor?" “No; he died alone” Brandon drew a breath as one will who has asked an important question and received a pleasing or reassuring answer. “Talking couldn't have helped a man in his condition. He He didn't visit with anyone, did he?” A queer hesitancy crept manner on this as though from knowing the reply and Doctor Sweet turned to Bird-Eye Blaine In. quiringly. But Bird-Eye did pot look at the doctor, He was staring at Bran- don and as that individual's gaze, fol lowing the doctor's, encountered his, the Irishman’s lips twitched into a bit- ter smile. “So ye're after wonderin' whut pore owld Donny said on his deathbed, are ye?" he demanded and with this chal lenge stepped down from the stalrway and crossed the floor slowly toward Brandon. “So ye're worryin', now, over whut he moight ‘ve said, eh? He laughed, a dry and mirthliess laugh, and came to a halt a pace from the man wno was so powerful in Tincup. “Worrying? Brandon steadily. “You're either crazy, Blaine!” “Mebby "with a sharp nod. “Meb- be both. But old Donny wa'n't He didn't do talkin’, Misther Brandoc. Rid yer moind av that worry. ‘nd he didn't talk to a soul av what was on his moind whin he knowed he lay dyin’ No talk! No talk fer somebody to repate "nd gir twisted up ‘nd lave out things thut shuld ‘ve be'n told, He wrote ut! That's whut he done, Brandon !"-—voice mounting. “He wrote ut! who'll make ut so hot that yell wish ye was sizzlin' in hell I" into his drunk or Sure, backward sharply. “He wrote ot!™ use th' thing owild Donny bad to tell !™ the larger man. Then he thrust the let ter into his shirt pocket, buttoned his Jacket tightly across It, slapped his chest decisively, almost boastfully, and without another word strode to the door and let himself out into the sireetl. It was late when Bird-Eye stepped into the darkness of the tiny office where Ben Elliott slept at Hoot Owl, struck a match, lifted it high above his head and spoke: “Hi! Misther Elllott!™ Ben roused himself and squinted at the flickering match. “Git up! Rouse wp! 1 got big news fer ye!” They lighted a lantern and by Its glow Ben read the inscription on the letter which Don Stuart had left him as Bird-Eye hastily and excitedly ex- plained. “There's somethin’ In ot Donny'd ear ried secrut fer long!™ he whispered hoarsely. “Ut's to do with Brandon, with fightin®' fire with fire, or I'm th’ worst guesser in th’ woods!” “Poor old beggar!” Ben sald gently, “Poor! Him? “Stuart, I meant, Tough to die that way. And 1 never got in to see him again I™ Bird-Eye nodded. “Yes. But mebby he's done ye as great a favor as anny man evi: done! "The's somethin’ in ut about Sam Faxson "nd McManus, I'd bet me last shirt!™ Ben shrugged and turned the en- velope over. Then he rose, yawned and slipped it into the drawer of the plain table that did service for an office desk, “Ain't ye goin' to read ut, even?” Bird-Eye demanded in extreme amaze ment. “Why no. You saw the directions: to open It when the nut gets too hard to crack.” Blaine opened his mouth! Words would not come, “Well, I'm domned!” he breathed finally. “Here mebby ye've got th’ club thut'll drolve him out uv th’ country 'nd ye ain't even curious about ut!” Elliott smiled. *“Majbe it's only a sick man's dream, Bird-Eye, figaln maybe its’ an , , . the hole, hole card board. walk.” Bird-Eye scratched his head. “No, not yet. °'Nd may th’ saints kape ye evir as far from a lickin’ as ye are now, Ben Elllott! Bur . . . I'd lolke to bet my noble tourin’ car thut owld Donny wrote somethin’ to do with th' killin' av Sam Faxson, | would!” “Well, yon can’f get any takes Were, Bird-Eye. Not tonight. Into the hay, now, and let me sleep” And about the time Ben Elllott bur rowed Into his pillow and shed respon- sibility and perplexing problems, Nich. olas Brandon turned in the pacing of his cold and otherwise deserted office and cocked his head alertly. [It was 10t unusual for him to be late In his But those drawn shades and this quick, restless, harried march to And an ace in I've never yet looked at my untill I'm beaten on the I'm not beaten yet, by a long office, perspiration which beaded his fore “No. . . . A Clear Head Now!" head, and the sudden stoppings and listenings at the slightest sound , . . Those were not usual for a man so thoroughly established in his com He stopped after a time and open ng a drawer of his big desk took from t a bottle of whisky, shook himself ime he Then, ure. .. . A He shut the liquor in its place and resumed his pacing. Nicholas Brandon may have ruled Tincup and the surrounding country with ao iron absolutism. He may have had a deserved reputation for being a strong man, 8 resourceful man But tonight, alone in his office, remember ing the words and looks and gestures of Bird-Eye Blaine. a lowly employee of an Insolvent venture, seeing again the flash of that letter waved before his eyes, he was no commanding figure, He was a frightened man, a haunted man, battling to retain a hold on him- self, 1 : ' i muttered softly. For a CHAPTER IV Ben Elliott had been on the job at Hoot Owl just two weeks. Able Armi- tage was with him for the night. Ben was tireless, It seemed. Since the be. gintung he had labored daytimes, schemed until late at night, and now he spent another hour with Able, try- ing, ag he said, to make every dime look like a dollar, “Now, say!” His face took on a curi- ous smile as they finally folded their papers. “1 haven't had much time to think about anything but patching up this outfit and getting It to function, but through it all one thing's kept bob- bing up so often it's got my curiosity on its hind legs. “Who was McManus? What about Sam Faxson? Where does the little girl you're guardian for come in?" “Little girl!” Able sald, startled and then smiled. “Why, Dawn ls" “1 keep hearing about these men Me Manus and Faxson and how Brandon if trying to beat you down so he can cheat the orphan child. How about it all?” Able's smile died out. He shoved up his spectacles and rubbed hig sleepy eyes, “We haven't had much time for his tory, have we? I'd intended to give you the story of this property but we've been so concerned with bank balances and paper due and break. downs and such things that I just haven't had time. “I'll have to make a long story short ; contest. Nicholas Brandon, trying to force him to leave ber camp, the Hoot a murder charge Banging over his head. Ben worsts hires him to run the one lum. n able to grab. This belongs ppeared with Duval, to beat camp. sends his bul Just hit the high spots. First, Nich- olas Brandon and Denny McManus came Into this country when they weren't much more than boys. They were the first hardwood operators in this country. The pine had been skinned out, but not many hardwood camps had at that time gotten this far from the centers of things. They'd had some experience and a little money but they hir at the right time, picked up a raft started turning It into a fortune. “McManus was married and had the daughter, Dawn. Brandon never mar- ried. Just when they were swinging nicely, everything running smooth as butter, McManus’ wife died. He was as deeply In love as any man [I've ever seen and It sent him completely to pot. He took to heavy drinking and got himself in a Yad way, “Of the two, Denny was the more popular, He was friendly, charitable, had a heart as big as a camp stove and as soft as a sponge. Hed go the route for anybody. Why~probably you've never even heard this—when old Don Stuart rimmed the company it was McManus who stood in the way of prosecution. Don had cruised and bought a lot of stuff for them. He al- ways had been a drinker himself and on one spree got into some sort of mess and crooked the company out of three or four hundred dollars. Enough, anyhow, to let himself In for a long term in the penitentiary If they'd pushed it irandon wanted to prose cute, all right, but McManus stood up for Don. That was typleal of the man: friendly, forgiving, a real human be- ing. If you understand. “But Mac went to pleces himself. He would be off on a bender for weeks at a time and scarcely get over the shakes before he'd start on another. Finally he got so bad that Brandon sent him out to a hunting camp on the river with a fine old trapper named Sam Faxson. Great old character, Sam. Brandon figured-—and it seemed reason- able—that Sam could keep Mac away from booze, you see. He was there a week or so, tapering off gradually, see- ing nobody but Sam. Brandon was working away like a naller, buying up a lot of stuff for himself, probably figuring that If McManus didn't straighten up he'd operate on his own hook. McManus had this Hoot Owl stull cinched in his own nate before he went bad, “Well, one night we were In the middie of a threeday blizzard and Sam Faxson stumbled into Don Stuart's shanty on the edge of town, shot through the arm and frozen so badly that he died the next afternoon. Don's story”—-volce slowing and a finger rals- ing for emphasis— “was that Fazson told him McManus had gotten out of booze and turned ugly and that when bhe~Sam--{ried to prevent him from starting for town after more whisky he went wild at Sam and shot him. He was hit in the arm, had to have help and in trying to get it suffered more exposure than any man could stand “Well, that caused a great stir! A party hit straight out for the camp and couldn't find hide nor hair nor sign of Mac. A couple of old trailers agreed thar somebody had gone down to the river below the camp the night that Faxson was shol. The Mafl Wom- an Is swift st that bend and never freezes, The trail seemed to go right to the edge of the stream and the ac cepted theory was that McManus, real- izing what he'd done, had drowned himself. The fact that nothing has ever been seen or beard of him since lends strength to that supposition. TO BE CONTINUED Two Species of Peafowl; Can Endure All Climates In a bulletin of the New York Zoo- logical society it Is pointed out in an article by Lee 8. Randall, curator of birds at the New York Zoological park, that Solomon is credited as the first owner of the peafowl or peacock out- side India. The peafowl, while a na- tive of India and Java, is readily adapt. able to all climates. The readiness with which the. peacock has accepted the conditions of captivity in all sec- tions of the world and in all kinds of climate, Randall says, has made them $0 common as to cloud our appraisal somewhat, but the fact remains that it is difficult to find a bird to excel them in beauty of form and coloration, “There are two species of peafowl, the Indian, or blue, and the Javan, or green,” Randall says in the society's bulletin. “The Indian fowl] is a native of India and Ceylon. It keeps to the low country, seldom going above 2,000 feet. Although it is naturally accus tomed to the steaming heat of such lo- calities, it nevertheless has the ability to endure, without discomfort, temper. atures well below zero Fahrenheit. It is this adaptability which has allowed the bird to be enjoyed In most coun tries of the world. The male Indian peafowl is characterized by the deep blue neck and bréast, the long, deli cate and wonderfully ‘eyed’ train formed by the upper tall coverts, and the fanlike crest on the head. The female is a dull gray in general with the neck and upper breast iridescen’ Randall adds that, besides the typ! cal bird, there are three other colm varieties: black-shouldered, the whine and pled.—New York Herald Tribune TREASURE IN KETTLE no appetite? mervous? losing weight? pale? then don’t gamble with your body HY not reason out the cause of this unnatural condition? Your first thought may be, “I must eat more.” That's not all. You should enjoy what you do eat. 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