"fHJB FULTON COUNTY NEWS,' McCONNELLSBUKu. PA. A all of the, wiands Millar finds "imi imlnter. uii ivlnu him, , Mill hPHlI of Ihs fOi und Sully thut not and Witt Bum- crime. H.unson ',K or Jnne i-urvy the Hnlliiiu.n-S.utn uvea Tnmiimrlf Splcwr final Jim llullraan In "odlioumiB the man who blooilhnumla lie ma fouth'a door. I.eacott rtm- ablllty In Biimaon. wmie Hih l-m'ott on the mountain. Htacovere Panmon to a Jecrinic ountalnt-era. Hiinmon thraahea ' denounce him na the "trnce- n ehnl Purvv. I j-a,l I trli-s to I Bamaon to go to New York with develop tin talent. Baiiy, loyni Irtbroktn. further Leacott a at- CHAPTER VI Continued. kar'a a-goln' ter be a dancln over ter Wl'o McCager's mill Saturday," be Insinuatingly sug- ted. "1 reckon ye'll go over thar lth me, won't ye, Sally? He waited for her usual delighted seent, but Sally only told blm absent ly and without enthusiasm th'at she K.ImJu V. a . . I. At Ina. hni. wvum Biuu auuut.it. t iun, uv- .... u. . ',.i... v.' i. j ii,i Bp, she abruptly demanded: "Air ye a-goin" away, Samson?" "Who's been a-talkln' ter ye?" 4e snanded tbe boy, angrily. For a moment, the girl sat silent. Finally, she spoke In a grave voice: "Hit hain't nothin' ter git mad about, ftamson. Tbe artist man 'lowed as bow ye bad a right ter go down thar, an' git an eddlcation." She made a weary gesture toward the great beyond. "He hadn't ought to of told ye, Pally. If I'd been plumb sarttn in my mind, I'd a-told ye myeelf not but what I knows." he hastily amended, "thet he meant bit friendly." "Air ye a-goln'?" "I'm studyin' about hit." He awaited objection, but none came. Then, with a piquing of bis masculine vanity, he demanded: "Hain't ye a-keerln", Sally, whether I goes, or not?" Tbe girl grew rigid. Her fingers on the crumbling plank of the stile's top tightened and gripped hard. Her race did not betray her, nor her voice, though she had to gulp down a rising lump in her throat before she could answer calmly. "I think ye had ought to go, Sam aon." The boy was astonished. He bad avoided the subject for fear of her op position and tears. Then, slowly, she went on: 'There hain't nothin' In these here tills fer ye, Samson. Down thar, ye ll BucK ii V e ee lots of things thet's new an' civil tied en' beauti'ul! Ye'll see lots of i als thet kin read an' write, gals doused up In all kinds of fancy fit tn's."V Her glib words ran out and nded in a sort of Inward gasp. Compl.ment came hardly and awk wardly to Samson's lips. He reached for the girl's hand, and whispered: "I reckon 1 won't see no gals thet's as purty as you be, Sally. I reckon ye knows, whether I goes or stays, we're coin' ter git married." She drew her hand away, and laughed, a little bitterly. In the last day, she bad ceased to be a child, and become a woman with all the soul-aching possibilities of a woman's intui tions. "Samson," she said, t'l hain't askln' ye ter make me no promises. When sye sees them other gals gals thet kin 'read an' write I reckon mebby ye'll think dlff'rent. I can't hardly spell out prlntin' In the fust reader.' Her lover's voice was scornful of the Imagined dangers, as a recruit may be of the battle terrors before be has keen under ore. He slipped his arm bout ber and drew her over to him. , "Honey," he said, "ye needn't fret about thet. Rendin' an' writin' ran't Viake no difference fer a woman. Iffs mighty important fer a man, but youe a gal." "Ybu're a goin' ter think dlff'rent af ter awhile," she luslsted. "When ye goes, I hain't a-goln ter be expectln' ye ter come back . ... But" the absolution in her voice for a moment quavered as ehe added "but God knows I'm a-goln' ter be hopln'l" "Sally t". The boy rose, and paced a j i .1 .... p ana uown m iue roaa. "Air yo goin' ter be ag'Inst me, too? Don't ye aee tbat I wants ter have a cbanst? Can't ye trust me? I'm Jest a-tryln' to amount to something. I'm plumb tired of beln' ornery an' no 'count." She nodded. "I've done told ye," she said, wearily, thet I thinks ye ought ter do hit" Lescott and Samson discussed the matter frequently. 'At times the boy was obstinate In his determination to remain; at other times be gave way to the yearnings for change and oppor tunity. The dance on Saturday was to De something more portentous than a mere frolic. It would be a clan gath ering to which the South adherents would come riding up and down Mis ery and Its tributaries from "nigh aboute" and "over yon." From fore r.oon until after midnight, shuffle, 'jig and fiddling would hold high, If rough, carnival. But, while the younger folk abandoned themselves to these diver sions, the grayer beads would gather In more serloue conclave. Jesse Purvy Lad once more beaten back death, and his mind bad probably been devising, during those bed-ridden days and nights, plans of reprisal. According to current report, Purvy had an nounced that his would-be assassin dwelt on Misery, and was "marked do,wn. So, there were obvious exl gencies which the Souths must pre-1 pare to meet. In particular, the clan anust thrash out to definite under- j standing trie demoralizing report that SamBOii South, their logical leader, eant to abundon them, at a crlsli en war-clouds were thickening. be painter naa finally resolved to cu. the Gordian knot, and leave toe moiyitalns. He bad trained on Sam son to the last piece all bis artillery of argument. Tbe case was now submit ted with the suggestion that tbe boy take three months to consider, and that, it he decided affirmatively, ne should notify Lescott In advance of bis coming. He proposed sending Samson a small library of carefully picked books, which the mountaineer eagerly agreed to devour In the interval. Lescott consented, however, to re main over Saturday, and go to the dance, since ho was curious to observa what pressure was brought to bear on the boy, and to have himself a Una! word of argument after kinsmen bad spoken. Saturday morning came after a night of torrential rain, which had left tho mountains steaming under a reek of fog and pitching clouds. Hut, as tbe morning wore on, tbe sun fought its way to view In a scrap of overhead blue. From log cabins and plank bouses up and down Misery and Its tributaries, men and women be gan their begira toward the mill.- Les cott rode In the wake of Samson, who had Sally on a pillow at his back. They came before noon to the mouth of Dry- hole creek, and the bouse of Wile Mc Cager. Already, tbe picket fence was lined with tethered horses and mules. From the Interior of the bouse came the sounds of fiddling, though tbeso strains of "Turkey In tbe Straw" were only by way of prelude. Lescott felt, though he could not say Just what con crete thing told blm, that under the shallow note of merry-making brooded the major theme of a troublesome problem. Tbe seriousness was below tbe surface, but insistently depressing. He saw, too, that he himself was mixed I . - ., ,i.i-k Mlt. up with It In a fashion, which might become dangerous, when a few jug I . ... 1, . i. .. .i i . i .i Ol Wnite llquur liuu uctru ciiiyueu. While tbe young persons danced and "eparked" within, and the more truculent lads escaped to the road to pass the Jug, and forecast with youth ful war-fever "cleanln" out the Hod mans," the elders were deep In ways and means. If the truce could be pre served for its unexpired period nf three years, It was, of course, best. In that event, crops could be cultivated. and lives saved. But, it Jesse Purvy chose to regard bis shooting as breach of terms, and struck, he would strike hard, and, In that event, best defense lay in striking first. Samson would soon be twenty-one. Tbat he would take bis place as head of tint clan had until now never been ques tionedand he wae talking of deser tion. For that, a pink-skinned for eigner, who wore a womans bow of ribbon at bis collar, was to blame, The question of loyalty must be square ly put up to Samson, and it must be done today. His answer must be defi nite and unequivocal. As a guest of Splcer South, Lescott was entitled to that consideration which is accorded ambassadors. None the less, the vital affair of the clan could not be balked by considera tion for a stranger, who, In the opin ion of the majority, should be driven from the country as an insidious mis- "I Reckon Hit's A-goln' Ter Jest About Kill Ms." chief-maker. Ostensibly, the truce still held, but at no time since its signing bad matters been so freighted with the menace of a gathering storm. The attitude of each faction was that of several men standing quiet with guns trained on one another's breasts. Each hesitated to fire, knowing that to pull tbe trigger meant to die himself, yet fearing that another trigger might at any moment be drawn. Purvy dared not have Samson shot out of hand, be cause he feared that the Souths would claim hie life In return, yet he feared to let Samson live. On the other hand, If Purvy fell, no South could balance his death, except Splcer or Samson Any situation that might put condi tions to a moment of issue would either prove that the truce was being observed, or open the war and yet each faction was guarding against such an event as too fraught with danger One thing was certain. By persuasion or force, Lescott must leave, and Sam son must show himself to be the youth he had been thought, or tbe confessed and repudiated renegade. Those ques tions, today mubt answer. It was t difficult situation, and promised an eventful entertainment. Whatever conclusion was reached as to the art ist's future, he was until the verdict came in, a visitor, and, unless liquor Inflamed some reckless trouble-hunter, that fact would not be forgotten. Pus- i I ' Cm I ' " M V slbly, It was as well that Tamarack Bplcer had not arrived. Lescott hlmsolf realized the situa tion In part, as be stood at tbe door of tbe house watching the scene Inside. There was, of course, no round danc ing only the shume and Jig with champions contending for tbe honor of their sections. In the group about tbe door, Lescott passed a youth with tow-white balr and very pink cheeks. The boy was the earliest to succumb to tbe tempta tion of tbe moonshine Jug, a tempta tion which would later claim others. He was reeling crazlly, and his albino eyes were now red and Inflamed. "Tbet's ther damned furrlner thet's done turned Samson Inter a gal," pro claimed the youth, in a thick voice. The painter paused, and looked back. The boy was reaching under his coat with hands that had becoma clumsy and unresponsive. "Let me git at blm," be ebouted, with a wild whoop and a dash toward the painter. Lescott said nothing, but Sally had beard, and stepped swiftly between. "You've got ter git past me- fust, Ruddy," she said, quietly. "I reckon ye'd better run on home, an' git yore mammy ter put ye ter bed." CHAPTER VII. Several soberer men closed around the boy, and after disarming him, led him away grumbling and muttering, while Wile McCager made apologies to the guest. "Jimmy's Jest a peevish child," he explained. "A drop or two of llcker makes him skittish. I hopes ye'll look over hit." Jimmy's outbreak was Interesting to Lescott chiefly ai an Indication of what might follow. Unwilling to In troduce discord by his presence, and Involve Samson In quarrels on bis ac count, be suggested riding back to MUery, but the boy's face clouded at the suggestion. "Ef they kaln't be civil ter my friends," ho said, shortly, "they've got ter account ter me. You stay right hyar, and I'll stay clost to you. I done come hyar today ter tell 'era that they mustn't meddle In my business." A short while later, Wile McCager Invited Samson to come out to tbe mill, and the boy nodded to Lescott an Invitation to accompany him, The mill, dating back to pioneer days, eat by its race with Its shaft now Idle. It looked to Lescott, as he ap proached, like a scrap of landscape torn from some medieval picture, and the men about Its door seemed medie val, too; bearded and gaunt, barj thewed and sullen. All of them who stood waiting wera men of middle age, or beyond. A num ber were gray-haired, but they were all of cadet branches. Many of them, like Wile McCager himself, did not bear the name of South, and Samson was the eldest son of the eldest son. "Samson," began old Wile McCager, clearing his throat and taking up his duty as spokesman, "we're all your klnfolks here, an' we aimed ter ask ye about this here report thet yer 'lowin' ter leave the mountings?" What of hit?" countered the boy. Hit looks mighty like the war's a goin' ter be on ag'in pretty soon. Air ye a-goln' ter quit, or air ye a-goln' ter stick? Thet a what we wonts ter know." "I didn't make thla here truce, an' 1 hain't a-goln' ter bust bit," said the boy, quietly. "When the war com mences, I'll be hyar. Ef I hain't hyar In the meantime, hit hain't nobody's business. I hain't accountable ter no man but pap, an' I reckon, whar he is, he knows whether I'm a-goin' ter keep my word. There was a moment's silence, then Wile McCager put another question: "Ef ye're plumb sot on gettln' larnin why don't ye git hit right hyar In these mountings ?" Samson laughed derisively. "Who'll I git hit from?" he causti cally inquired. "Ef tbe mountain won't come ter Mohamet, Mohamet's got ter go ter the mountain, I reckon." Caleb Wiley rose unsteadily to his feet, his shaggy beard trembling with wrath and his voice quavering with senile Indignation. "Hev ye done got too damned good fer yore klnfolks, Samson South?" he shrilly demanded. "Hev ye done been follerin' atter this bere puny witch doctor twell ye can't keep a civil tongue In yer head fer yore elders? I'm In favor of runuln' this here fur rlner outen the country with tar an' feathers o i hlra. Furthermore, I'm In favor of cleanln' out the Hollmans. I was Jest a-sayin' ter Bill" "Never mind what ye war Jest a-sayln'," Interrupted the boy, flushing redly to his cheekbones, but con trolling his voice. "Ye've done said enough a'ready. Ye're a right old man, Caleb, an' I reckon tbet gives ye some license ter shoot off yore face, but of any of them no-'count, shlf'lesa boys of yores wants ter back up what ye says. I'm ready ter go out thar an' make 'em eat bit. I hain't a-goin' ter answer na more questions." There was a commotion of argu ment, until "Black Dave" Jasper, a sat urnine giant, whose balr was no black er than his expression, rose, and a Bemblance of quiet greeted blm as he spoke. Mebby, SamBon, ye've got a right ter take the studs this a-way, an' ter refuse ter answer our questions, but we've got a right ter say who kin stay In thla hyar country. Ef ye 'lows ter quit us, I reckon we kin quit you and, If we quits ye, ye hain't nothin' more ter us then no other boy thet's gettln' too big fer his breeches. This furrlner is a visitor here today,' an' we don't 'low ter hurt him but hes got ter go. We don't want him round hyar no longer." He turned to Les cott. "We're a-glvin' ye fair warnln , stranger. Ye hain't our breed. Atter this, ye stays on Misery at yore own risk an' hit's o-goln' ter be plumb risky. That thar's final." This man," blazed tbe boy, before Lescott could speak, "is a-visitin' me an' Unc Snlcer. When ye wants hlra ye kin come up thar an' git him. Every damned man of ye kin come. I hain't a-sayln' how many of ye'll go back He was 'lowin' that he'd leavo hyar ter morrer mornln', but atter this I'm a-tellin' ye he hain't a-goln' ter do hit He's a-goln' ter stay es long es be likes, an' nobody hain't a-goln' ter run blm off." Samson took bis stand be fore tbe painter, and swept tbe group with hi eyes. "An' what's more," be added, "I'll tell ye another thing. I hadn't plumb made up my mind ter leave the mountings, but ye've done settled hit fer me. I'm a-goin'." There was a low murmur of anger, and a voice cried out from tbe rear: "Let blm go. We hain't got no use fer damn cowards." "Whoever said thet's a liar!" shout ed the boy. Lescott, staudiug at bis side, felt tbat the situation was more than parlous. But, beforo the storm could break, some one rushed in, and whispered to Wile McCager a message that caused him to raise both hand above bis bead, and thunder for at tention. "Men," he roared, "listen ter met This here hain't no time fer squab blin' amongst ourselves. We're all Souths. Tamarack South has done gone ter Hlxon, an' got Inter trouble. He's locked up In the Jallhouse." "We're all hyar," screamed old Ci leb's high, broken voice. "Let's go an' take hi in out" Samson's anger hnd died. He turned, and held a whispered conversation. with McCager, and, at Its end, the boat of the day announced briefly: "Samson's got somethin' ter say ter ye. So long as he's willln' ter stand by us, I reckon we're willln ter listen ter Henry South's boy." "I hain't got no use for Tam'rack Splcer." said the boy, succinctly, "but I don't 'low ter let him lay In no Jail house, unlessen he's got a right ter be thar. What's he charged with?" But no one knew that A man sup posedly close to the Hollmans, but In reality an Informer for the Souths, had seen him led Into the jallyard by a posse of a half-dozen men, and had seen the Iron-barred doors close on blm. Tbat was ail, except that tho Hollman forces were gathering in Hlxon, and, if the Souths went there en mawe, a pitched battle must be the Inevitable result. The first step was "This Hain't No Time for Squabblln' Amongst Ourselves." to gain accurate information and an answer to one vital question. Was Tamarack held as a feud victim, or was bis arrest legitimate? How to learn that was tbe problem. To send a body of men was to Invite bloodshed. To send a single inquirer was to de liver him over to the enemy. Air you men willln' ter take my word about Tamarack?" Inquired Sam eon. There was a clamorous assent, and the boy turned to Lescott. "I wants ye ter take Sally home wltti ye. Ye d belter start ngni away, atore she heers any of this tnlk. Hit would fret ber. Tell her I've had ter go 'cross ther country a piece, ter see a sick man. Don't tell her whar I'm a-goln'." He turned to the others. "I reckon I've got yore promise thet Mr. Lescott hain't a-goin' ter be bothered afore I gits back?" 'Wile McCager promptly gave the as surance. "I gives ye my band on hit." "I seed Jim Asberry loatln' round Jest beyond ther ridge, as 1 rid over hyar," volunteered the man wbo bad brought tbe message. "Go slow now, Samson. Don't be no blame fool," dissuaded Wile McCager "Hlxon's plumb full of them Hollmans an' they're likely ter be full of llcker bit's Saturday. Hit's apt ter be shore death fer ye ter try ter ride through Main street ef ye gits thet far. Ye dassent do hit." "I dast do anything!" asserted tho boy, with a flash of sudden anger "Some liar 'lowed awhile ago thet I wae a covard. All right mebby I be. Unc' Wile, keep tbe boys hyar tell ye hears from me an' keep 'em sober." He turned and made bis way to th fence where bis mule stood hitched. When Samson crossed the ridge and entered the Holhnan country, Jim As berry, watching from a hilltop point of vantage, rose and mounted the horse that stood hitched behind a nearby screen or rhododendron busues aim young cedars. Sometimes, be rode just one bend of the road In Samson's rear. Sometimes, he took short cuts, and watched his enemy pass. But always ho held blm under a vigilant eyu. Finally, be reached a wayside store (where a local telephune gave communi cation with Hollman's Mammoth De partment store. "Jedge," he informed, "Samson South's done left the party' et ther mill, an' he's a-rldln' towards town Shall I git blm?" "Is he coialn' by hlsself?" Inquired the storekeeper. "Yes." "Well, jest let hlra come on. We can tend ter hlra hyar, ef necessary." So Jim withheld his hand, and merely shadowed, sending bulletins, from time to time. It was about three o'clock when Sam son started. It was near six wheu he reached the rlbboa of road that loops down Into town over the mountain. His mule was In a lather of sweat. He knew that he was being spied upon, and that word of his coining was tra ellng ahead of him. 'What he did not know was whether or not it suited Jesse Purvy's purpose that he Bhould slide from his mule, dead, before he turned homeward. If Tamarack hnd been seized as a declaration of war, the chief South would certainly not be allowed to return. If the arreet had not been for feud reasons, he might escape. That was the question which would be answered with hia life or death. The "jallhouse" was a small build ing of home made brick, squatting at the rear of the courthouse yard. Aa Samson drew near, be saw that some ten or twelve men, armed with rifles, separated from groups and disposed themselves behind tbe tree trunks and the stone coping of the well. Nonb them spoke, and Samson pretender that he had not seen them. He rode bis mule at a walk, knowing that he was ' rifle-covered from a balf-doz-su windows At the bitching rack dlict ly beneath tbe county building, IU flung his reins over a post, and, swing. Ing bis rifle at bis side, passed cau tiously along the brick walk to tho jail. The men behind the trees edged around their covers as he went, kev Ing themselves protected, as squirrel creep around a trunk wben a hunter is lurking below. Samson halted at the jail wall, and called the prlsona name. A tousled head and surly face appeared at the barred window, and the boy went over and held coK'-ao from the outelde. "How In bell did ye git Into town? demanded tbe prisoner. "I rid In," was the short reiv "How'd yo glt In the Jallhouse?" The captive was shamefaced. "1 got a leetle too much llcker, an i was shootln' out the lights last night ' he confessed. "What business did ye have byar in Hlxon?" 'I Jest slipped In ter see a gal. Samson leaned closer, and lowered bis voice. "Docs they know thet ye shot them shoots at Jesse Purvy?" Tamarack turned pale. "No." he stammered, "they believe you done bit." 8amson laughed. He was thinking of the rifles trained on bim from a dozen Invisible rests. "How long air they a-goln' ter keep ye hyar?" he demanded. "I kin glt out tomorrer ef I pays lb fine. Hit's ten dollars." "And ef yo dou't pay the fine?" "Hit's a dollar a day." "I reckon ye don't 'low ter pay hit. do ye?" "1 'lowed mebby yo mout pay hit fer me, Sameon." "Ye done lowed plumb wrong. I come hyar ter see ef ye needed help, but hit 'pears ter me they're lettln' yo off easy." He turned on his heel, and went back to his mulo. The men behind the trees began circling again. ' Samson mounted, and, with his chin well up, trotted back along the main street. It was over. Tbe question was answered The Hollmans regarded the truce oi still effective. The fact that they were permitting him to rido out alive was a wordless assurance of that. Inci dentally, he stood vindicated In tbe eyes of bis own people. (TO HE CONTINUKD.) ALWAYS JOY IN GOOD WORK Pleasure In Doing, No Matter What the Task, Lifts It From the Thought of Drudgery. One of the changes which must be gradually Introduced Into Industry If we 're to prepare the way for a fresh outburst of human spirit In it is to increase the element of pleasure, re- parks the Engineering Magazine. There are parts of Industry which are now fascinating to the workers. Western America glows with the en thusiasm of the conquest of nature y the mind. Many engineering con ceptions, ninny smoothly Interlocking systems of administration and many conserving plans of financing, have been accompanied in the doing with thrills of delight, which have bound the performers like lovers to their taxks. Good work and Joyous work are. In tho long run, the same. Wherever In Industry good things have been done wherever achievements have been characterized by vigor and largeness of plan, simplicity and directness of method, and nervous beauty and fin ish of detail we may be sure that we have to do with work which has per mitted the performer to experience Joy, freedom and an exulting sense of strength, while It was being accom plished. And, contrariwise, when we find the worker Intelligent and Joyous we may expect superior results, for theq tho psychological conditions are right. Pleasure In work produces a sympa thetic, teachable mental attitude to ward the task. It makes the atten tion involuntary and eases the strain of attending. It stops the nervous leaks of worry. One of the secrets of lasting well Is to avoid getting stale and tired and In a mental rut. Pleasure gives a sense of freedom thnt Is a rest, as a wide road rests the driver. To know a thing thor oughly and attain mastership in it one must be drawn back to it repeat edly by its attractions, and must find one's powers evoked and trained by Its inspiration. Captured Wounded Eagle. A wounded eagle chased a farmer of Dover, N. J., wbo was out taking a walk the other evening. He beard a queer sort f fluttering behind him. but thought It was some new-fangled kind of automobile. Tbe fluttering was followed by a screech more rauc ous than thnt of the latest auto horn. Tbe farmer jumped and turned to "cuss out" the speeder. He looked around and saw a bald eagle. He ran, the eagle following and gaining fast until It finally fell helpess to the ground. It had received a gunshot wound. The farmer took the bird home. It measured 64 inches betweeD the tips of Its wings. Britain's Pagan Code. "Make the punishment fit the crime," was Sir Robert Anderson's Gilbertian text at a mansion house meeting of the St. Giles Christian mission. Sir Robert, who was once head of the criminal Investigation department, said: "Our criminal low Is a pagan code, and the punishment of crime supports it. The proper way of suit ing the punishment to the crime would be to make a man who steals a teapot give it back, or pay compensation. That way, In five or six years, we should have a sort of deputy assist ant millennium." London Chronicle. Hadn't Looked for That. "When we bought dear little Bobby tho electric flashlight he had been begging lor o l..ng," says a mother, we never anticipated that the first time we bad company he would hold it up to the guest's ear and say: 'Oh, 1 just want to see if your ear Is clean!'" WHERE SHE DREW THE LINE Colored Lady Would Not Stand for Any Dickering With New-Fsngled Re'llgion. "How Is your husband?" asked Mrs. Wells of her colored washwoman. "Porely, pore'.y, ma'am. He's laid up with a misery in hlB back, but he's mighty glad it ain't no toothache. He never could stand toothache." "Too bad!" sympathized the lady. "Did the clothes fit him that my hus band sent over?" "No'm," was tho regretful reply. "No'm, they didn't. They was too big. He had to gib them to his brother Eph. He was mighty glad they fit Epb, though." "Dear me! I'm sorry the clothes did not lit him. Has he worUt.il any lately?" ,"No'm, ho ain't. 'Pears like ho can't get work. Says he's glad, though, that timeB is gottln' better." - "Well, I declare!" said Mrs. Wells, greatly Interested. "Your husband must be a regular optimist!" "No, Indeed, hs ain't!" denied Aunt Matty, Indignantly. "He's a Method 1st, an' If be was to Jlne one of them new-fangled ' religions I'd get a di vorce." Judge. STOP EATING MEAT IF KIDNEYS OR BACK HURT Take a Glass cf llis to Clean Kid neys If Bladder Bother You Meat Forma Uric Acid. Eating meat regularly eventually produces kidney trouble In some form or other, says a well known authority, because the uric acid in meat excites the kidneys, they become overworked; get sluggish; clog up and cause all sorts of distress, particularly backache and misery In the kidney region; rheu matic twinges, severe headaches, acid stomach, constipation, torpid liver, sleeplessness, bladder and urinary ir ritation. Tbe moment your back hurts or kid neys aren't acting right, or if bladder bothers you, get,abour four ounces of Jad Sa'.ts from any good pharmacy; take a tablespoouful in a glass of water before breukfast for a few days and your kidneys will then act fine. This famous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon Juice, com bined with llthlu, and has been used for generations to flush clogged kid neys and stimulate them to normal activity; also to neutralize the acids In the urlno so it no Ion ;tr Irritates, thus ending bladder disorders. Jad Salts cannot injure anyone; makes a delightful effervescent lithia water drink which millions of men and women take now and then to keep the kidneys and urinary organs clean, thus avoiding serious kidney disease. Adv. Soldiers in Silk. There Is a Berious proposal to clothe the British army In silk, and an order has been given fo' cloth for a bat talion of the Yorkshire regiment. It is a homely-looking material, made from tuesah yarn, wool and wor sted, which the silk trade wants the army authorities to accept. It is said to have the great advan tages of lightness and durability, tho strain it will bear being nearly double that of the material now used. Cause of the Chill. "But Captain Hawley," said the liandBOine Miss Piute coquettishly. "will you lovo me when I grow old and ugly?" "My dear Miss Piute," answered the captain gallantly, "you may grow old er, but you will never grow uglier." "And he wondered why their friend ship ceased so suddenly. Suburban Courtesy. "I see Jones hus got his old car done over." "Oh, no! That's a new one.'" The only time we notice an Impedi ment In the speech of some people is when an occasion arises to praise others. But sometimes an amateur vocalist loses his voice, and the neighbors live peacefully ever after. Rheumatism Sprains Lumbago Why grin and bear all Liniment kills pain? jfj!?SirVl apparently as good as ever."-CAork C. All Dealers 25c. Send four cents in stamps for a free TRIAL BOTTLE. DR. EAR1. S. SLOAN, Inc Pluladelphia, Pa. Dept B "Do You Spank Your Baby?" Bublei sre good when they are comfortable, tod you must footha their tfelicate nerve. Follow the example of wim mothers and give them Dr, FAHRNEY'S TEETHING SYRUP Tl e itundard American remedy fyr Infant eomplalmt. Pr-venu Cholera Infantum, curea Constipation afd Colic, makea Treihing limple and Bate, as tenia drugglstt. TrI bottle free if you mention thli paper, ilade only by iUS. tfAUKNEY & SON. HAaauiowir&fc .festal ninninrm m UHtlU OUR BOWELS No sick headache, biliousness, bad taste or constipation by morning.; Get a 10-cent box. Are you keeping your bowels, liver, and stomach clean, pure and fresh with Cascarets, or merely forcing a passageway every few days with Salts, Cathartic Pills, Castor Oil or Purgative Waters? Stop having a bowel wash day. Let Cascarets thoroughly cleanse and reg ulate the stomach, remove the sour and fermenting food and foul gases, take the excess bllo from the Hver and carry out bf the system all tbe constipated waste matter and poisons in the bowels. A Cascaret to-night will make you feel great by morning. They work while you sleep never gripe, sicken or cause any inconvenience, and cost only 10 cents a box from your store. Millions of men and women take a Cascaret now and then .and never have Headache, Biliousness, Coated Tongue, Indigestion, Sour Stomach or Constipation. Adv. Very Likely He Could. A man walked into a barber shop and removed his hat and coat. He was evidently In a hurry. "Can you shave me if I do not re move my collar?" be asked impa tiently. "Yes, sir," said the obliging barber. Tbe man took his scat In tho chair, and the barber prepared for business. As be surveyed his customer hu noted that the hair had all gone from tbe top of his head and that, his hirsute adornment was limited to a fringe of hair above the neck. Then the bar ber spoke, as he drew tbe cloth around his customer's neck and fastened it at the back: "And 1 think I could cut your hair If you .did not remove your hat." Columbus Dispatch. Just the Boy He Wanted. The aim of golfers Is, of course, to go round the course with as few strokes as posslblo, and the m:m with the least strokes wins the game. A .ayer realized this nnce, and decided to engage a caddy who would help him. "Caddie." he said to the boy who came up to him, "can you count?" "Yes, sir," said the boy. "Can you add up?" "Yes, sir." "Well, what's five and seven and four?" "Twelve, sir." "Come along," said the golfer, "you'll do." And be engaged the boy on the spot. CARE FOR YOUR HAIR By Frequent Shampoos With Cuticura Soap. Trial Free. Precede shampoos by touches of Cuticura Ointment If needed to spots of dn nil ruff, Itching and Irritation of the scalp Nothing better for the com plexion, hair, hands or skin than these fragrant Biipercrramy emollients. Also as preparations for the toilet. Sample each free by mall with Rook. Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. XY, Boston.' Sold everywhere. Adv. , Reverse Irish. Mrs. Maloney Thin yez think thot all in In are deceiving?" Mrs. Casey Oi do. They are a most contrary lot. Look at my Molke. Be fore we were married he was always klssin' me on the bean, an' since thla he's been beanln' me on the kisser. Puck. Revelation. "Is Miss Bingle's hair natural?" "Of course, It is; so natural can't tell it from the real thing." you Even the thirsty chap tries to dodge the bar of Justice. 1 Sciatica these ills when Sloan's ' I havo used your Liniment and can say it is (Inc. I have used it for sore throat, strained shoulder, and it acted like a charm." Aden Dunn, Route 1, Box 88, Pine Valley, Miss. " I am a painter and paperhongcr by trade, consequently up and down lad ders. About two years ago my left knee became lame and sore. It pained nte at nights at times till I could not rest, and I was contemplating giving up my trade on account of it when I chanced to think of Sloan's Liniment. I had never tried it before, and I am glad to state that W tlinn one 25c. bottle fixed dm un
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