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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
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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
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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
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up with It In a fashion, which might
become dangerous, when a few jug
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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-
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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
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"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
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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.
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" I am a painter and paperhongcr by
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nights at times till I could not rest, and
I was contemplating giving up my trade
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of Sloan's Liniment. I had never tried
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