THE HONEYMOON HOUSE By Hazel Dale - * By Hazel Dale • Janet stood alone in ilie midst of I her belongings. It was the day after ; the honeymoon, and the nest had been thoroughly cleaned. That is, as far as soap and water could make it, the new j home was immaculate. The glass of ! the skylights shone under the Novem- j ber sunlight, the paint and wood- ' work had been scrubbed, the floors j had been freshly stained and waxtd. Alt this with the help of Jack Wash ington, the janitor, and his fat but obliging wife. Flora, who worked with j a will to make the place lit for the j new tenants. As Mrs. Washington i put it. she couldn't see for the life I of her why two such nice young folks j wanted to live in such a place way up | underneath the sky. Jarvis had gone downtown to see j about an order, and Janet had made > him promise not to come up too \ early. "1 want to have one room finished, I anyway." she explained, but the way | things looked it seemed as though j things would never come right. "1 guess I'll begin on the bedroom," she said to herself, and she hurried in to take stock of what needed to be done. The pink wool rug had been placed over the fresh floor, and tne lilack and white beds had been set up. Janet made them up deftly with fresh linen and folded the downy comfort ables at the foot. Arranging the Furniture Then she pushed and tugged at the ' dressing table that stood in the center of the room and finally had it placed : between the windows. Jarvis' chif- i fonier was on the opposite side of the j room. Covers had to be unpacked j from her linen chest, and finally her j own and Jarvis' bags were unpacked j and their things laid out in readiness. It took a long time to unpack and ' stow things away, and Janet was anxious to get at the studio, but she! persevered, and by 12.30 the bed- ! room was in order with the exception of the pictures and the curtains. j "Why, Jarvis More, are you here al ready?" she exclaimed as Jarvis came j in to find her bent over the drawer of her dressing table, her hair hanging : in curly wisps over her eyes and her cheeks crimson. "It's home, isn't it?" ho said, lift- | ing Janet up into his arms and look ing around eargerly. "You've done i wonders, sweetheart, and this after- \ noon 1 am going to help you get the j rest of the place In order. Now. come ! out and see what I have brought for lunch," and arm in arm they went j out to the studio. Janet peeped into the different pa per bags, exclaiming at each turn. 1 There were little crab shells filled i with salad; there was a bag of tea and some lemons and sugar; there were I Fashions of To Day - By May Manton THE guimpe frock is always so becoming to little girls that is is constantly in de * mand and this fresh variation of the idea will surely meet with f welcome. As it is shown here, it is made of rose colored linen • with scalloped edges while the guimpe is of fine white voile, but you could use this dress for a washable material, for linen or for pique or for gingham or for cotton poplin, and you could use it for a taffeta or for challis or for cashmere with equal suc cess. For the little girl of four, the washable materials are the prettiest, but at ten years much liberty is allowed and a pretty frock could be made of plaid j taffeta to be worn over a blouse of fine cotton voile. For the 8 year size will be Tjm needed, yards of material 11 36 inches wide, yards 44, for the dress, i?§ yards 36 inches ITT wide for the guimpe. I I I I The pattern No. 9330 is cut lIJ-U in sizes from 4to 10 years. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper, on receipt of fifteen cents. 20 MILLION PEOPLE USE METS-W Dnly True Tonic for Liver and Bowels Costs 10 Cents a Box. Cascarets are a treat! They liven your liver, clean your thirty feet of I bowels and sweeten your stomach. | You eat one or two Cascarets like 1 Washington Couldn't But You Can Use tOUR COAL The sooner you try it, the sooner you will realize the satisfaction of burning the best J. B. MONTGOMERY THIRD AND CHESTNUT STS. Bell Phone 600 C. V. 4321 THURSDAY EVENING. . fresh rolls and a big box of candy, i ] They ate their lunch picnic fashion, j Janet making hurried trips to the kitchenette for hot tea, and when she , finally carried the remains into the | kitchen and stowed them into the tiny i ice box that as yet had no ice. Jarvis ! was already moving the furniture around. i They moved the big winged table under a long cupboard that the room ; possessed, and while Jarvis placed the | big blue and yellow rug. Janet stowed i the precious china away. The linen I was laid carefully on the bottom shelf j and then the glass doors were closed ! over everything. Janet placed a few j pieces on the table, and then helped I Jarvis push the davenport between jthe two windows. The chaise longuc I went under the skylight, and one of i i Jarvis' big easels was placed near. I Jarvis hung the cuckoo clock,, while Janet sorted Jarvis' drawings and* stowed them away in the balcony.! Slowly the place began to look ship- I j shape, and, oh, so very much like what they had dreamed of. Once Janet I stopped to look around, and then she hurried away to something else. At i last, at 5 o'clock, she turned on the electric bulbs of two small lamps, and j the room was nearly finished. Tme Kitchen Cleaned Mrs. Jack Washington had cleaned the kitchen, and the shining new , utensils were in place. The tiny bath- ] ! room was fresh and cozy ar the fin j ishing touches could be left till to- 1 1 morrow. "I've tried to remember every i thing," Janet said a little wearily, j sinking into one of the wicker chairs. | j"I have spoken to the iceman, the milkman; 1 have looked up a butcher ; and a grocer, and if I have time I! j must buy chintz to make draperies to morrow. I am going to cover that 1 1 davenport myself. Jarvis, so that you'll , never know it." "Jarvis came over and knelt on the ' ! floor in the shadows. "Are you happy, j Janet?" He breathed intensely, j "So happv," she whispered, taking his fyce in her hands and kissing him I gravely. "And. now. sir," she said. 1 j springing up lightly, "1 shall dress ! : and then you may take me out to 1 dinner. And then, after I have you ; in a very wonderful mood* I shall tell you a secret. It's about vtork. Yon remember, don't you. that I spoke of ! it that night down on Uong Island?" Jarvis remembered. "You haven't done anythin? since! you mentioned it, have you?" he! ! queried. J "No; but I'm going to see about i something Wednesday morning. Now I you mustn't ask any more questions till we got out. Just look about this ; place and tell me that you're not go- ! | ing to love it, if you dare." (To IV Continued) candy before going to bed and in the | morning your head is clear, tongue is clean, stomach sweet, breath right, and cold gone and you feel grand. 1 Get a 10 or 25-cent box at any drug .store and enjoy the nicest, gentlest liver and bowel cleansing you ever ex perienced. Stop sick headaches, bilious i spells, indigestion, furred tongue, of- i tensive breath and constipation. I j Mothers should give cross, peevish. | feverish, bilious children a whole Cas- ; caret any time. EDCAS. ATif U BUEROUCHS Copyright by Frank A. Munssy Co. 0 (Continued.) "The thorns do not dare. They tried it once, ages ago. but the nest night and for a whole moon thereafter a thousand great black battleships cir cled the mountains of Ota pouring tons of projectiles upon the temples, gar dens and courts until every tbern who ws not killed was driven for safety Into the subterranean galleries. "The therns kuow that they live at all only by the sufferance of the black men. They were near to extermination that once, and they will not venture risking it again." As she ceased talking a new element was instilled into the conflict, it came from a source equally uulooked for by either them or pirate. The great bantlis which we had liberated in the garden had evidently been awed at tirst by the sound of the battle, the yelling of :he warriors and the loud report of ri'.le and bomb. Hut now they must have become an gered by the continuous noise and ex cited by the smell of new blood, for all of a sudden a grent form shot from a clump of low shrubbery into the midst of a struggling mass of humanity. .A scream of bestial rage broke from the banth as he felt warm flesh beneath his powerful talons. As though his cry was but a signal fo the others, the entire great pack hurled themselves among the fighters. Funic reigned in an Instant. Thern and black man turned alike against the common enemy, for the banths showed no partiality toward either. The awful beasts bore down a hun dred men by the mere weight of their great bodies as they hurled themselves into the thick of the tijiht. Leaping and clawing, they mowed down the warriors with their powerful paws, turning for an instant to rend their victims with frightful fangs. The scene was fascinating in Its ter ribleness, but suddenly it came to me that wo were wasting valuable, time watching this conflict which in Itself might prove a means to our escape. The therns were so engaged with their terrible assailants that now, if ever, escape should be comparatively easy. I turned to search for an opening through the contending hordes. If we could but reach the ramparts we might find that the pirates somewhere had thinned the guarding forces and left a way open to us to the world without. As my eyes wandered about the gar den the sight of the hundreds of air craft lying unguarded round us sug gested the simplest avenue to freedom. Why bad it not occurred to nie before? I was thoroughly familiar with the mechanism of every known make of flier on Rnrsoom. For nine years I had sni'cil and fought with the navy of I!c' : ; <i I had raced through space on the • one man air scout, and I had t i ' 'idcd the greatest battle ship that ever had floated the thin air of dying Mars. To think with me Is to act Grasp ing Thuvia by the arm, I whispered to Tars Tarkas and Carthorls to fol low. Quickly we glided toward a small flier which lay farthest from the bat tling warriors. Another instant found us huddled on the deck. My hand was on the start ing lever. I pressed my thumb upon the button which controls the ray of repulsion, that splendid discovery of the Martians which permits them' to navigate the thin atmosphere of their planet In huge ships that dwarf the dreadnaughts of our earthly navies Into pitiful insignificance. Soon we rose high In the air and with headlong gpeed rushed away from the terrible scenes that were be ing enacted below us. Our speed must have approximated 200 miles an Jiour, for Martian fliers are swifter than those of earth. I dropped. Into a horizontal course and headed due north. We had performed the miraculous and come through a thousand dangers unscathed. We had escaped from the valley Dor. No other prisoners In all the ages of Rarsoom had done this tlii-.g, and now as I looked back upon it It did not seem to have been so difficult after all. SIOO Reward, SIOO The readers of this paper trill be pleased Jearn that there Is at least one dreaded disease that science has been able t cure in all its stapes, und that Is Catarrh. Hell's Catarrh Cure Is the only positive cure in r Unown to tin* med leal fraternity. Catarrh b'lnjr a constitutional disease, requires a constitutional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure Is taken internally, acting directly upon the blood and mucous surfaces or the system, thereby destroying the foundation of the disease, and giving the patient strength by building up the constitution and assisting na ture in doing its work. The proprietors bnv eo much fslth In its curative powers that they offer One Hundred Dollars i <r any case that It falls to cure. Send for list of testimonials. Address F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, O. Sold oy all Druggists. 73c. Take Hall * fc amlljr Pills for constipation. 1 , , HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH I said as much to Tars Tarkns over j my shoulder. ! "It is very wonderful, nevertheless." < he replied. "No oue else could have; j accomplished it but John Carter." hej ! added with emphasis. ! At the sound of that name the boy,; Carthoris, jumped to his feet. "John Carter!" lie cried in amaze-: ment. "John Carter? Why. man. John : Carter, prince of Helium, lias been! dead for many years. 1 am his son." I CHAPTER IX. The Eyes In the Dark. U tr T son! I could not believe my I JIVI purs. I | Slowly I rose and faced the ■ handsome youth. Now that I looked at him closely 1 commenced j to see why his face ami personality i had attracted me so strongly. There was much of his mother's In-. j comparable beauty in his clear cut fea-| tures, but it was strongly masculine i ; beauty. His gray eyes and the ex-1 ' pression of them were mine. The boy stood facing me, half hopej i and half uncertainty in his look. "Tell me of your mother," I said. J "Tell me all you can of the years that | I have been robbed of her dear com- j panionship." With a cry of pleasure he sprang toward me and threw his arms about my neck, and for a brief moment, as I held my boy close to me, the tears welled to my eyes. "Your stature, your manner. ihej ferocity of your swordsmanship." said I the boy. "are as my mother has de- j scribed tliem to me a thousand times, J but even with such evidence I could \ scarce credit the truth of what seemed j so Improbable to me. however much I desired it to be true." "For long years, my son. I can j scarce recall a moment that the radi- j ant vision of your mother's face has j I not been before me. Tell me of her."i "Those who have known her loug- j i est say that she has not changed, uu- j j less it be to grow more beautiful— were that possible. Only, wben she! J thinks I am not about to see her. her j | face grows very sad and wistful. "She thinks ever of you. my father, j and all rielium mourns with her and : | for her. ITer grandfathers people I - love her. They love you also, and j fairly worship your memory as the j I savior of Barsoom. "Each year that brings its anniver i sary of the day that saw you racing j across a nearly dead world to unlock ' the secret of that awful portal behind which lay the mighty power of life for ! I countless millions, a great festival is j held in your honor. But there are! I tears mingled with the thanksgiving— j i tears of real regret that the author of I ! the happiness is not with them to I share the joy of living he died to give j | them. Upon all Barsoom there Is no j greater name than John Carter." j "And by what name has your mother I called you. my boy?" I asked. 1 "The people of Helium asked that I ' be named with my father's name, but my mother said no. that you and she had chosen a name for me together and that your wish must be honored before all others, so the name that she ; called me is the one I hat you desired, | a combination of hers and yours—Car j thoris." ! "llow came you Into the valley Dor?" : i I asked. | "It is very simple. I was flying a one ! man air scout far to the south when | j the brilliant idea o'ccurred to me that I should like to search for the lost sea of j Korus. which tradition places near to i the south pole. I must have Inherited j from you a wild lust for adventure as j well as a hollow where my bump of I reverence should be. | "I had reached the area of eternal ice j when my port propeller jammed, and I ! dropped to the ground to make repairs, j Before I knew it the air was black j with fliers, and a hundred of these Black Pirates were leaping to the I ground all about me. \ "With drawn swords they made for I | me, but before I went down beneath I them they had tasted of the steel of ! my father's sword, and I had given 1 such an account of myself as I know | would have pleased you 9 I you been , there to witness it. I "A prisoner, I was taken to the very temple of Issus itself and for looking on her was doomed to die within n year. She is nothing but an old dried up black hag whom superstition hn made a goddess of." (To Be Continued.) WILL ELECT DIRECTORS Lemoyne, Pa., Feb. 22. Two di rectors from each West Shore district will be elected at a meeting of the West Shore Building and Savings As sociation, in the Lemoyne Trust com pany building to-night. Arrange ments for opening of business April 1, will he made at this session. WEST SHORE NO WOMAN AT BEST COOPED-UP Dementia Four-Hoonis-and- j a-Bath—Discussed by Doro thy Dix By DOROTHY 1)1 .V ! A famous neurologist has recently as- ! 1 serted thai the reason so many city wo men jco insane is because of the re- ] I strlcted space in which they live* ami ! that there is a form of mental aberra- I ; lion that may well be called dementia- ! j foui-i oomj-a.i(l-a-bath. I li- : ).< that hundreds of thousands ol in ii spend their lives cooped up 111 a few small rooms, about which they ; [ wandci ijke animals in a cage. Genet-- j ally the looms are ugly and unattrac- j I tive: often they are dark; nearly always , their windows offer no view except a squalid street, or lire escapes and I clothes lines. In time her environment Sets on the woman's nerves. She be comes morbid, hysterical, and often j goes raving mad. j Heretofore it lias always been an in soluble enigma why the average wife and mother is always in the doleful dumps and disgruntled with her job. Oo into store or office, and the women em ployes are alert, cheerful, bright-eyed, I smiling. Go into a house and the wo- ! j man who is running it lias drooping ] | shoulders, a sagged dowrf mouth, and is a bundle of complaints about hus ; band and children, and if she has to do ! her own cooking she regards herselt j as a martyr. The Greatest Career Yet housework is not half as exhaust- ! ing labor as standing all day behind a | counter or bent over a typewrltei. j Moreover, to make a real homo is the ! I finest career any woman can aspire to, i and brings the greatest reward. Why, then, should the domestic wo man not be as happy in her work and ' I bring the same philosophy to bear on j it that the business woman does to hers? Simply because the domestic I j woman lives shut up in such a little I space that she has lost her perspective. ' She has become unable to see the true j value of life and to judge things at their | : proper worth. She's gone loco, as they . say in the West. And that this is true is proven by , the fact that you can cure, temporarily at least, tile most querulous and nag ging wife and mother by sending her away from home for a while. I It is the woman who has the four- I | room-and-a-bath type of mind who lias 1 I a mania about trifles. She can't see i j beyond the end of her nose. Every disappointment is a tragedy. She i has hysterics if a new dress is botched [ in the making. She calls in her friends I I to weep and lament with lier if the cook leaves. She bores you to death b> recounting every detail of her family ; history. j And it's the woman with the four- j I rooms-and-a-bath mind who is the ! grinding family tyrant who keeps hus- j •land and children under her thumb, j r-lie's been shut up in a cage herself ! until the mere thought of any one hav- ! ins any individual personal liberty nils her with terror. She is confident that if j she permitted her husband to take a single drop of liquor he would become n ; drunken sot. She Is sure that if sht> ! : didn't keep liini tied to her apron I (strings he would be a Don Juan, ana 1 that only the knowledge that her eagle 1 eye is upon him keeps him from philan- I dering with every good-looking woman I I he meets. It takes the woman who has lived in I •| the big world, who has handled big af- I i fairs, who has had to Rive and take, j and been taught to respect other peo- j pie's rights, to be broad-minded and ! | broad-visioned. and above the little i meannesses and tyrannies characteris tic of her sex. ! It is often observed that the busi- I ness woman is far more philosophic I and placid than the domestic woman, that she does not worry over trifles as I ] the domestic woman does, that she does ! not gossip, nor is she catty or full of j spiteful jealousy to other women; but ' on the contrary that she is a lover of j her sex and invariably the first to help ! a sister in trouble and the last to be- ' lieve evil of her. | This is not because the business wo man is naturally a better woman than | the domestic woman, but merely that ! ; she is saner. She lives in the bound- I I less outer world instead of being con- ] fined within the narrow limits of a I family circle, and so has escaped the | | dreadful malady of dementia-four- j 1 rooms-and-a-bath. It is significant that admost all of ! the most objectionable feminine faults i are the direct results of the old policy i of keeping women shut up in the house. This lias produced certain abnormali- ' ties of character that we have spoken j ; of politely as the "feminine tempera mei.t," or "feminine peculiarities," or a : "woman's whims," but which, in real ity, are just plain bughouse. They are dementia-four-rooms-and-a- j bath, and the sure cure for it is for | women to get out of the home and do j their share of the world's work. Refuse to Let Germans Take Victrola Records Halifax, X. S., Feb. 2 1 . —0n the dou- j I ble grounds that talking machine rec-j I ords might carry code messages c'on [ tainlng valuable information for the German military authorities while the material of which they are made might be used to help relieve Germany's hard rubber scarcity, a large quantity of such records found in possession of the German officials returning home from the United States on the Frerterik VIII will be confiscated by the British au thorities, it was learned here to-day. | In searching the belongings of the i | Germans, it was said, the immigration | | officers noted the stock of records. The I I Germans contended they had them siin- j j ply for their love of music, but the > British ruled that they constituted con traband. I In searching one passenger yesterday j it was found that something was sewed | under the lining of his coat. When it i 1 was ripped open a packet of papers was ! found and retained for examination, j To carry on the work of examining the passengers WII9 speak many tohgues, a corps of linquists have been assembled representing it is said, virtually every language spoken in Europe. CONTIM'K LICENSE ARGUMENT William M. Hargest, second deputy Attorney General, and Oscar G. Wick ersham, counsel for George E. Winger, I applying for a liquor license for 1.37 ' North Fourth street, to-day continued their arguments on the property claims of the State. Winger's conten tion is that he has a lease until 1918, while the State claims the properly right. \, WANT SPECIFIC ACCUSATION By Associated Press London, Feb. 2.. The correspon dent of the Exchange Telegraph Com pany at the Hague quotes the Frank furter as demanding that the German Government make a prompt statement regarding the charges against former Ambassador Gerard of using his official position to obtain in- formation useful' to the entente, par ticularly in the specific case of the late Sir Roger Casement. MAJOR KRETZ DIES By Associated Press Reading, Pa..'Feb. 2'. Word was received here to-day that Major Her man F. Kretz had died in Washington, D. C. During the second administra tion of President Cleveland he was su perintendent of the Philadelphia Mint, lie had a notable Civil War career; was for years located In the Southwest and in his time was well-known in State and national politics. He was a native of Reading. FEBRUARY 22, 1917. Copyright, 1913, by Doubleday, Pag* AC®. (Continued.) Accordingly we visited the town. The street was full of men idling slow ly to and fro. All the larger structures were wide open, and from within could be heard the sounds of hurdy-gurdies, loud laughter and noisy talk. At one end of the street a group was organiz ing a horse race, and toward this Don Caspar took his immediate departure. A smaller group surrounded two wres tlers. At one side a jumping match was goiug on. The two gambling places and saloons were hard at it. The low rooms were full of smoke and crowded with slow ly jostling men. In contrast to the deadly quiet of such places in San Francisco, these were full of noise and hubbub. The men moved restless ly, threw down their little bags of dust impatiently and accepted victory or defeat with very audible comments. The gamblers, dressed in black, pale, sat steady eyed and silent behind their layouts. It was about 4 o'clock when the meeting was brought to a formal con clusion. The crowd dispersed slowly in different directions and to its differ ent occupations and amusements. Wo wandered about, nil eyes and ears. As yet we bad not many acquaintances and could not enter Into the intimate bantering life of the old timers. Tbere was enough t<j interest us, however. A good many were beginning to show the drink. After n long period of hard labor even the most respectable of the miners would have at times strange venctions. That is another tale, how ever, and on this Sunday the drinking was productive only of considerable noise and boasting. Two old codgers, head to head, were bragging laborious ly of their prowess as cooks. A small but interested group egged them on. Yank and I then thought of going '.>ack to camp and began to look around after Johnny, who had disappeared, when McNally rolled up, inviting us to sup with him. "You don't want to go home yet," he advisec!"us. "Evening's the time to have fun. Never mind your friend. He's all right. Now you realize the W Found Johnny, Rather Fluthod, Bucking a Faro Bank. disadvantage of living way off where you do. My hangout is just down the street. Let's have a drink." We accepted both his invitations. Then, after the supper, pipes alight, we sauntered down the street, a vast leisure expanding our horizons. We entered the gambling rooms, of which there were two, and had a drink of what McNally called "42 caliber whisky" at the bar of each. In one of them we found Johnny, rather .flush ed, bucking a faro bank. Yank sug gested that he join us, but he shook his head impatiently, and we moved on. In a tremendous tent made by joining three or four ordinary tents to gether a very lively fiddle and con certina were in full blast. . We entered and were pounced upon by a boister ous group of laughing nicu and had to join in the festivities. About 10 o'clock we were getting tired, and probably the reaction from the "41! caliber whisky" was making us drowsy. We hunted up Johnny, still at his faro game, but be positive ly and impatiently declined to accom pany us. Ho said he was ahead—or behind, I forget which. I notice both conditions have the same effect of keeping a man from quitting. We therefore left him and wandered home through the soft night, wherein were twinkling stars, gentle breezes, little voices and the silhouettes of great trees. Johnny did not return at all that night, but showed up next morning at the diggings, looking blear eyed and sleepy. He told us he had slept with a friend and replied rather curtly that he was a "little behind the game." I believe myself that he was cleaned out, but that was none of our business. Every night we divided the dust Into tive parts. Don Uaspar and Vasquez got two of these. The remainder we again divided into four. 1 took charge of Talbot's share. We carried the dust always with us, for the camp was no longer safe from thieves: About this time the ilrst of the over land wagon trains began to come through. Hangman's Gulch was not on the direct route, but some enterpris ing individual bad found our trail fair ly practicable for wagons and ten miles shorter than the regular road. After that many followed, and soon we had a well cleared road. They showed plainly the hardships of a long journey, for the majority of them were thin, sick looking and discouraged. Few of them stopped at the diggings, although most bad come west In hopes of gold, but pushed on down to the pastures of the Sacramento. They were about worn out and needed to recuperate before beginning anything new. Some were out of provisions and practically starved. The Yankee store keeper sold food at terrible rates. I remember that quinine, a drug much in demand, cost n dollar a grain! We used to look up from our diggings at the procession of these sad faced, lean men walking by their emaciated cat tle and the women peering from the wagons and be very thankful that we nad decided against the much touted overland route. One day, however, an outfit went through of quite a different, character. V.'e were apprised of its approach by a hunter named Bagsby. He loped the trail to the river level very much in a hurry. "Boys," he shouted, "quit work! . Come see what's coming down the trail!" with which he charged back again up the hill. His great excitement impressed us, for Bagsby, like most of the old time Hocky mountain men, was not ordinar ily what one would call an emotional individual. Therefore we dropped our tools and surged up the hill as fast as we could go. I think we suspected Indians. A train of three wagons drawn by strong oxen was lurching slowly down the road. It differed little from oth ers of its kind, save that the cattle* were in better shape, and the men walking alongside, of the tall, compe tent backwoodsman type, seemed well and hearty. But perhaps a hundred yards ahead of the leading wagon came a horse, the only horse in the outfit, and on it, riding sidesaddle, was a girl. She was a very pretty red cheeked girl, and she must have stop ped within a half mile or so of tha camp in order to get herself up for this imprestT.-e entrance. Her dress was of blue calico, with a white yoke and heavy flounces or panniers. Around her neck was a black velvet ribbon. On her head was a big leghorn hat with red roses. She rode through the town, her head high, like a princess, and we all cheered her like mad. Not ouce did she look at us. but I could see her bosom heaving with excitement be neath her calico and her nostrils wide. She was a remarkably pretty girl, and this was certainly the moment of her triumph. About this time we had to come to some sort of a decision, for our provi sions were nliout exhausted. We had no desire to replenish our stock from that of the local storekeeper. We were doing pretty well in the diggings, but we had also fairly healthy appetites, and I am convinced that at the prices that man charged we should have no more than kept even. William*, tha storekeeper, was levying double prof its, one from us and one from the overland immigrants. Don Gaspar proposed we send out Vasquez with all the horses to restock at Super's Fort. We w.ere a trifle doubtful as to wheth er Vasquez would ever come back, but Don Gaspar seemed to have confidence in his man. Finally, though a little doubtfully, we came to the plan. Don Gaspar sent out also to McClellan for safe keeping his accumulations of gold dust, but we did not go quite that far. In view of probable high prices we In trusted him with eighteen ounces foi the : . (To Be Continued) DON'T BE BALD " Here's a Good Way to Stop Loss 01 Hair and Start New Hair Growth If the hair root is absolutely dead permanent baldness will De your lot and you might as well cheer up as t< bemoan your fate. If your hair is falling or thinnlni out, don't wait another day but go t< H. C. Kennedy and get a bottle a Parisian Sage, the truly efficient hail grower. Don't say, "It's the same old storyi I've heard It before," but try a bottll at their risk. They guarantee Parisial Sage, to grow hair, to stop fallini hair, to cure dandruff and stop scat] Itch, or money back. Parisian Sage contains just the ele ments needed to properly lnvigorati and nourish the hair roots. It's i prime favorite with discriminate ladies because it makes the hair soft bright, and appear twice as abundant It is antiseptic, killing the odors tha are bound to arise from excretions o the scalp and, as everyone knows, sagi is excellent for tho hair and scalp. Parisian Sage is inexpensive am easily obtainable at drug and toils counters everywhere. 7
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