fHE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURO, PA. MOTHER! LOOK HI I If cross, feverish, constipated, give "California Syrup of Figs" f A laxative today saves a sick cbUd tomorrow. Children simply will not take the time from play to empty their bowels, which become clogged up with waste, liver gets sluggish; stomach our. . Look at the tongue, mother! If coat ed, or your child Is listless, cross, fev erish, breath bad, restless, doesn't eat heartily, full of cold or has sore throat er any other children's ailment, give a teaspoonful of "California Syrup of Figs," then den't worry, because it is perfectly harmless, and In a few hours 11 this constipation poison, sour bile and fermenting waste will gently move out of the bowels, and you have a well, playful child again. A thor ugh "InBlde cleansing" is ofttlmes all that Is necessary. It Bhould be the irst treatment given in any sickness. Beware of counterfeit fig syrups Ask at the store for a 60-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs," which has full directions for babies, children of 11 ages and for grownups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. Nothing thickens the plot like gos lp. Deseret News. Give some people their pick and they'll proceed to pick flaws. Ftiibbom Colrfi iind irritated Bronrliial TuImh ore e.iHly relieved by IVin's Mi-n-tiiolaU-d Cuutfli Drop 60 at Druggiat. When a woman Is able to make some other woman Jealous t;h real izes that she had not lived in vuiti. Free to Oar ItenuVra WVlte Murine Eye Rrmfflr Co., Chl-airo, fot if prnte lllumr.itrd Eve Book Free. Write all buut your Eve Trouble and tlii-y will a'lrlne ft to the Proper Application of the Mlirlne fcre Remedies in Your hpeoial Cae. Your t'riigjrutt will tell you th:,t Murine Ke'levree bore Kje, Btreiifrthenfl Weak Eye. Doesn't fcraart eionthee iCye Pain, and elle for 5Cc Try It In Your Kves and in Baly' Eyea for k-alj EreliUa and liranulatiun. Adv. Worth-While Quotations. Start some kind word on its travels nd do it now; there is no telling when the good it w ill accomplish will top. Selected. Busy Days. "What are you doing?" "Nothing." "Come to lunch." "All right. Walt five minutes and Til be through." Needless Extravagance. "Is there any artistic appreciation In this town?" "Yes, but only to a limited' extent." "What do you mean by that?" "Any woman who pays more than $1.50 for a frame.! picture U apt te get herself talked about." "You Can't Do It." Henry N. Spaan tells a story of John S. Duncan, Illustrating how quick ly Mr. Duncan took advantage of any unusual occurrence in the trial of a case. The witness was being cross-examined with all the vigor John S. Dun can possessed. Finally he protested. "What are you trying to do to me?" the witness Bhouted at Mr. Duncan. "I am simply trying to get you to tell the truth," replied Mr. Duncan, in stantly. "You can't do it, you can't do It!" exclaimed the witness exultantly. That reply terminated the cross-ex-minatiou. Indianapolis News New Anesthetic. A new anesthetic is being used in the treatment of woundei In the pres ent war. It Is understood to be re lated to amnlgersine, a preparation dis covered, as this, too, has been, by M. Paulin. a distinguished French chemist and a pupil of Pasteur. Its action is not local; It operates upon the nerve centers of the body, and produces a stale of obliviousness to pain which may last for Beveral hours It is claimed that by an Injection of this fluid into is system the trouniled sol dier may be rendered unconscious suf ficiently long to, cover the period of his removal to the station, where the first serious treatment of his Injuries may be seen to. KNOW NOW And Will Never Forget the Experitnc. ' The coffee drinker who has suffered nd then been completely relieved by changing from coffee to Postum knows something valuable. There's no doubt bout it. 1 "I learned the truth about coffee in a peculiar way," Bays a California wom an. "My husband who has, for years, been of a bilious temperament decided to leave off coffee and give Postum a trial, and as I did not want the trouble cf making two beverages for meals I concluded to try Postum, too. The re sults have been that while my husband has 'nen greatly benefited, I have my elf received even greater benefit. 1 "When I began to drink Postum I was thin In flesh and very nervous. Now I actually weigh 16 pounds more than I did at that time and 1 am tronger physically and in my nerves, while husband Is free from all his ails. "We have learned our little lessou bout coffee and we know something bout Postum, too, for we have used Postum now steadily for the last three years and we shall continue to do so. "We havpc no more use for coffee (The drug drink. We prefer Postum and ealth." Namo given by Postum Co., Battle Creek. Mich. Read "The Road to Well TlITe," In pkgs. Postum comes In two forms: Regular Postum must be well boiled. I5c and 2!e packages. Instant Postum Is soluble powder. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly In cni of hot water and, with cream and ugar, makes a delicious beverage in tantly. 30c and 60c tins The cost per cup of both kinds Is re OfJGUE bout the same. "There's Reason' foi Postum. sold by Grocer. The Gail of the Gumberlands By Charles Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play (Cupnml. lyij. by W. I. Wait Co.) SYNOPSIS. On Misery croi li Sallv Mlll. r find fieorBo l.t-atott. a liiinlsrH pulutrr, tm coiiHetoua. Jt'M l'urvy of lloUmuu t'l'in liua bt--ii xhot anil Sumnon I fciis pi'ctoU of the crime. HumHoti ill iilca It. Tlie Hhuollnic ln.iik the truce In the llollniaii-Siiiuh fi-uil. U-mutt (liHcovcrs nrllMlc abMltv In Sumson. Hammm thrnshcfl Tamarack Hpli or and tl.-nouni'ca Mm Hit the- "ti ui c- liiiKii i " who almt l'urvy. Sum nun i.-ll.t tin- H0111I1 chin that lie la golnjf to leave the mountain!!. Leacott Ke home to New York. Samson kllu Kplcor and Sally farewell unit follows". In New York 8aniMon HtintleH art ami learns much of cltv way. lrcnnle Lcm-ott per timilea Wilfred llortoii, her dllctlanle lover, to ilo a man' worle In th world. I'roiiipu-d by her love, Hully teachcn lu r-r-lf to wrhe. 1 lot ton thiowa hlumelf Into the bUHlm-xs world nnd becomes well hated by predatory financier and politi cians. At a Hohemian resort Humson meets William l-'arhlnh, sporty social par asite, mid Morton's enemy. Kinhlsh coii-splr-s wlih olhcrs to make Ilorlun Jeal ous, uiid succeeds, 1'arhlsh hrlnus llorton And Samson toKcthcr at the Keumorc dub's slHKilInc hslk'e. and forces un open rupture, expeclliiic Samson to kill llorton ami su rid the political and llniinclal thuxs of the crusader. Hiimihiiii exposes the plot and thrushes the conspirators. Samson Is advised by his t- a. hers to turn to por trait p.ilntim;. 1'rennle commission him lo paint her portrait. S illy noes to ichuul. Samson goes lo 1'ai's to study. CHAPTER XII Continued. "No," she said, "we haven't done that, yet. I guess we won't. -. . -I think he'd rather Btuy outside, Wil fred. If I was sure I loved him, and that ho loved me, I'd feel like a cheat there i the other girl to think of. . . . Aifd, besides, I'm not Bure what I want myself. . . . But I'm horribly afraid I'm going lo eud by losing you both." llorton stood silent. It was tea time, and from below came the strains of the ship's orchestra. A few ulster muffled passengers gloomily paced the deck. "You won't lose us both, Drennle," he said, steadily. "You may lose your choice but. if you rind yourself able to fall back on substitutes, I'll be there, waiting." For once he did not meet her scru tiny, or know of it. Ills own eyes were fixed on the slow swing of heavy, gray-green waters. He was smiling, but it is as a man smiles when he con fronts despair and pretends that every thing ! quite all right. The girl looked at him with a choke in her throat. "Wilfred," she said, laying her hand on his arm. "I'm not worth worrying over. Really, I'm not. If Samson South proposed to me today, I know that I should refuse him. I am not at all sure that I am the lesst little bit in love with him. Only, don't you see I can't be quite sure I'm not? It would be horrible if we all made a mistake. May I have till Christmas to make up my mind for all time? I'll tell you then, dear, If you care to wait." CHAPTER XIII. Tamarack Splcer sat on the top of a box car, swinging his legs over the side. He was clad in overalls, and in the pockets of his breeches reposed a bulging flask of red liquor, nnd an unbulging pay envelope. Tamarack bad been "railroading" for several months this time. He had made a new record for sustained effort and Industry, but now June was beckon ing him to the mountains with vaga bond yearnings for freedom and lei sure. Many things had Invited his soul. Almost four years had passed since Samson had left the mountains, end In four years a woman tan change her mind. Sally might, when they met on the road, greet him once more as kins man and agree to forget his faulty method of courtship. This time he would be more diplomatic. Yesterday he had gone to the boss and "called for his time." Today he was paid off, and a free lance. As he reflected on these matters a fellow-trainman came along the top of the ear and sat down at Tamarack's side. This brukemau had also been recruited from the mountains, though from another section- over toward the Virginia line. "So yer quittin'?" observed the new comer. Splcer nodded. "Coin' back thar on Misery?" Again Tamarack answered with a Jerk of his head. "I've been layln' off tr tell ye some thin', Tam'rack." "Cut her loose." "I laid over in Hlxon last week, an' some fellers that used ter know my WHAT THE HORSES CARRY French, German and Austrian Ani mals Are Taxed More Than English and Russian. Cavalry are playing an unexpected ly large part In the war, and the weight carried by cavalry horses In the various armies is of interest. The British cavalry is armed with the short Lee-Enfield rifle, the magazine of which holds ten rounds; the sword, which is carried by all ranks except signalers; and the revolver, carried by warrant officers, staff sergeants, sergeants, trumpeters and drivers. Each trooper carries 100 rounds of ammunition In a bandolier over the left shoulder. Lancer regiments carry the lance. Each cavalryman (like the Infantryman) carries an emergency and the "Iron" ration and a ration for his horse. Then there is the kit. Al together the British troop-horse car ries about two hundred and eighty pounds. The regular Russian cavalry are armed with sword, rifle and bayonet, And each man carries 40 rounds of I mother's folks took me down In the cellar of Hollmuu's store, un' give me some llcker." "What of hit?" "They was talkln' 'bout you." "What did they way?" "I seen thut they was enemies of yours, an' they wasn't In no good hu mor, so, when they axed me cf I knowod ye, I Mowed I didn't know nothlu' good about ye. I had ter cuss ye out, or git lu trouble myself." Tamarack cursed the whole Hollmau tribe, and his companion went on: "Jim Asberry was thar. He 'lowed they'd found out thet you'd done shot Purvy thet time, an' he said" the brukeman paused to add emphasis to his conclusion "thet the next time ye come home, he 'lowed ter git ye plumb shore." Tamarack scowled. "Much obleeged," he replied. At Hixon Tamarack Splcer strolled along the street toward the court house. He wished to be seen. So long us It was broad daylight und he dis played 110 hostility, he knewhe was safe and he had pluns. Standing before the Ilollman store were Jim Asberry and several com panions. They greeted Tamarack af fably and he paused to talk. "Rldln' over ter Misery?" Inquired Asberry. " 'Lowed I mout as well." "Mind et I rides with ye es fur cb Jesse's place?" "Plumb glad ter have company," drawled Tamarack. They chatted of many things, and traveled slowly, but, wheu they came to thoBe narrows where they could not ride stirrup to stirrup each Jockeyed for the rear position, and the man who found himself forced Into the lead turned In his saddle and talked back over his shoulder, with wary, though seemingly careless, eyes. Each knew the other was bent on his murder. At Purvy's gale Asberry waved fare well and turned In. Tamarack rode on, but shortly he hitched his horse in the concealment of a hollow, walled with huge rocks, and disappeared Into the laurel. He began climbing, In a crouched position, bringing each foot down noiselessly und pausing often to listen. Jim Asberry had not been outwardly armed when he left Splcer. Hut. soon, the brukeman's delicately attuned ears caught a sound that made him He flat in the lee of a great log, where he was masked lu clumps of flowering rho dodendron. Presently Asberry passed him, also walking cautiously, but hur riedly, and cradling a Winchester rifle In the hollow of his arm. Then Tama rack knew that Asberry was taking this cut to head him off and waylay him in the gorge a mile away by road but a short dibtance only over the hill. Splcer held his heavy revolver cocked in his baud, but it was too near the l'urvy house to risk a shot. He waited a moment, and then, rising, went on noiselessly with a snarling grin, stalk ing the man who was stalking him. Asberry found a place at the foot of a huge pine where the undergrowth would cloak him. Twenty yards below ran the creek-bed road, returning from its long horseshoe deviation. When be had taken his position his faded butternut clothing matched the earth as inconspicuously as a quail matches dead leaves, and he settled himself to wait. Slowly and with Infinite cau tion his intended victim stole down, guarding each step, until he was in short and certain range, but. Instead of being at the front, lie came from the back. He. also, lay flat on his stomach and raised the already cocked pistol. He steadied it In a two-handed grip against a tree trunk and trained it with deliberate care on a point to the left of the other man's splue Just below the shonliler blades. Then he pulled the trigger! He did not go down to inspect his work. It was not necessary. The Instantaneous fashion with which the head of the ambnstader settled forward on Its face told him all he wanted to know. He slipped back to his horse, mounted and rode fust to the house of Splcer South, demanding asylum. The next duy came word that If Tamarack Splcer would surrender and stand trial in a court dominated by the Hollnians the truce would con tinue. Otherwise the "war was on." The Souths flung back this message: "Come nnd git him." Hut Hollman and Purvy, hypocriti cally clamoring for the sanctity of the law, made no effort to come and "git him." They knew that Splcer South's house was now a fortress, prepared for siege. They knew that every trail thither was picketed. Also, they knew a better way. ThlB time they had the color of the law on their side. The circuit Judge, through the sheriff, asked for troops and troops came. Their tents dotted the river bank be low the Hixon bridge. A detail un der a white flag went out after Tama rack Splcer. The mllltla captain in command, who feared neither feudist nor dealh, was courteously received. He hud bruins, and he assured them that he acted under orders which could not be disobeyed. Unless they surrendered the prisoner, gatllng guns would follow. If necessary they would ammunition. There are the two days' oats and hay ration, a clouk, and an entrenching tool. The cavalryman's kit, two days' rations, spare horse shoes, horse blanket, canvas bucket, and a mess-tin go to form he com plete equipment, and weigh altogether about one hundred and nineteen pounds. The Cossack pony carries about two hundred and thirty-eight pounds. The average weight carried by the Indian troop horse when ready for war Is about two hundred and six-ty-slx pounds. The Austrian troopers carry a weight between two hundred and eighty and two hundred and eighty-six pounds, and the average in the French and German armies Is about the same. Manchester Guard tan Application of Paint. Paint snould be applied only to clean and dry surface. Moisture un der a paint causes It to blister when exposed to the sun; also moisture be tween coats has the same effect A stitch In time beats two In the side. bo dragged behind ox teams. Maty militiamen might be killed, but for each of them the state had another. If Splcer would surrender, the officer would guarantee him personal protec tion, and, If It seemed necessary, u change of venue would secure him trial In another circuit. For hours the clan deliberated. For the soldiers they felt no enmity. For the young cap tain they felt an Instinctive liking. He was a man. Old Splcer South, restored to an echo of his former robustness by the call of action, gave the clan's verdict. "Hit hain't the co'te we're skeered of. Ef this boy goes ter town he won't never git Into no co'te. He'll be murdered." The officer held out his band. "As man to man," ho said, "I pledge you my word that no one shall take him except by process of law. I'm not working for the HoUmans or the Pur vy. I know their breed." For a space old South looked Into the soldier's eyes und the soldier looked buck. "I'll take yore handshake on thet bargain," said the mountaineer, grave ly. "Tam'rack," he added, In a voice of finality, "ye've got ter go." The officer had meant what he said. He marched his prisoner Into Hixon at the center of a hollow square with muskets at the ready. And yet, as the boy passed luto the courthouse yard, with a soldier rubbing elbows on each side, a cleanly aimed shot sounded from somewhere. The smokeless pow der told no tale, and with blue shirts and army hats circling him, Tamarack fell and died. That afternoon one of Ilollman's henchmen whs found lying In the road with his lifeless face In the water of the creek. The next duy, as old Splcer South stood at the door of his cabin, a rifle barked from the hillside, and he fell, shot through the left shoulder by a bullet Intended for Ills heart. All this while the troops were helplessly camped at Hixon. They had power and Inclination to go out and get men, but there was no 'man to get. The Hollmuiis had used the soldiers as far as they wished; they had made them pull the chestnuts out of the fire and Tamarack Splcer out of his stronghold. They now refused to swear out additional warrants. A detail had rushed luto Ilollman's store an Instant after the shot which killed Tamarack was fired. Except for "Tam'rack, Ye've Got to Co." a woman buying a card of buttons and a fair-haired clerk waiting on her, they found the building empty. Back beyond, the hills were Impene trable, and answered no questions. Old Splcer South would ten years ago have put a bandage on his wound and gone about his business, but now he tossed under his patchwork quilt, and Hrotlter Spencer expressed grave doubts for his recovery. With his counsel unavailable Wile McCager, by common consent, ussumed something like the powers of a regent and took upon himself the duties to which Sam son should have succeeded. That a Hollman should have been able to elude the pickets and penetrate the heart of South territory to Splcer South's cabin was both astounding and alarming. The war was on without question now, and there must be coun cil. Wile McCager had sent out a sum mons for the family heads to meet that afternoon at his mill. It was Sat urday "mill day" and In accordance with ancient custom the lanes would be more traveled than usual. Those men who came by the wagon road afforded no unusual spectacle, for behind each saddle sagged a sack of grain. Their faces bore no stamp of unwonted excitement, but every man balanced a rifle across his pom mel. None the less, their purpose was grim, and their talk when they had gathered was to the point. . Old McCager. himself sorely per plexed, voiced the sentiment that the others had been too courteous to ex press. With Splcer South bed-ridden and Samson a renegade, they had no adequate leader. McCager was a solid man of Intrepid courage and honesty, but grinding grist was his vocation, not strategy and tactics. The enemy hud such masters of Intrigue 118 Purvy and Judge HuIImun. SAVED TRAIN BY SAFETY PIN New Fangled Gown Caused Something of a Confusion at New York Dance. One of fhose new-fangled trains bo came unswltehed at a recent dance at the Claridge.accordlng to the New York Times, and when the owner discovered her loss Bhe and the man at the hotel desk had a lot of trouble. It seems that the new train Is made so that It can be worn or not worn, Just as the owner of the freak to which It belongs fancies. When her friends expressed their admiration of Mrs. Camllle Roe's new frock, all went merry as a mar riage bell until one of these friends became so enthusiastic over the way Mrs. Roe managed her new train that the latter drew out of the dance to explain. "You see, It Is like this," she began, catching at her skirt. Sho caught In vain. There was nothing but the skirt. The train had left the station. After a hurried search about the room, Mrs. Roe went out to see If the train had arrived at the desk. Jiykn Then a lean sorrel mure came Jog ging Into view, switching her fly bitten tail, and on the mare's back, urging him with a long, leafy switch, sat a woman, llehlnd her sagged the two loaded ends ol a corn sack. She was Iltho and slim, and her violet eyes were profoundly serious, and her Hps were as resolutely set as Joan of Arc's might have been, for Sally Miller bad come only ostensibly to have her corn ground to meal. She bad really come to (peak for the absent chief, and she knew that she would bo met with deri sion. The years had sobered the girl but her beauty had Increased, though it was now a chastened type, which gave her a strange and rather exalted refinement of expression. Wllo McCager came to the mill door as she rode up and lifted the sack from her horse. ' "Howdy, Sally?" he greeted. "Tol'able, thank ye," Bald Hally. "I'm goln' ter get off." As she entered the greut half-lighted room, where the mill stones creaked on their cumbersome shafts, the hum of discussion sunk to silence The girl nodtled to the mountaineers gath ered lu conclave, the 11, turning to the miller, she announced: "I'm going to send for Samson." The statement was at first met with dead silence, then came a rumble of Indignunt dissent, but for that the girl was prepared, as the was prepared for the contemptuous laughter which followed. "I reckon If Samson was here," she said, dryly, "you all wouldn't think It was quite so funny." Old Caleb Wiley spat through his bristling beard, and his voice was a quavering rumble. "What we wants Is a man. We hain't got no use for no traitors thct's too al mighty damn busy dolu' fancy work ter stand by their kith an' kin." "That's a He!" said the girl, scorn fully. "There's Just one man living thut's smart enough to match Jesse Purvy an' .that one man la Sum son. Samson's got the right to lead the Souths, and he's going to do It ef he wants to." "Sally." Wile McCager spoke, sooth ingly, "don't go glttln' mad. Caleb talks hasty. We knows ye used ter be Samson's gal, an' we hain't ainiln' ter hurt yore feelln's. Hut Samson's done left the mountings. I reckon ef he wanted ter come back, he'd a-couie afore now. Let him stay whar he's at." "Whar Is he at?" demanded old Ca lob Wiley, In a truculent voice. "That's his business," Sally flashed back, "but I know. All I want to tell you is this. Don't you make a move till I have -time to get word to him. I tell you, he's got to have his say." "I reckon we hain't a-goln' ter wait," sneered Caleb, "fer a feller thet won't let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin at. Kf ye air so shore of him, why vron't yet tell us whar he Is now?" . "That's my business, too." Sully's voice was resolute. "I've got a letter here It'll take two days to get to Samson. It'll take him two or three days more to get here. You've got to wait a week." "Sally." the temporary chieftain spoke still in a patient, humoring sort of voice, as to a tempestuous child, "thar hain't no place ter mall a letter nlgher then Hixon. No South can't ride inter Hixon, an' ride out again. The mall carrier won't be down this way fer two days ylt" "I'm not askln' any South to ride Into Hixon. I recollect another time when Samson was the only one that would do that," she answered, still scornfully. "I didn't come here to ask favors. I come to give orders for him. A train leaves soon In the morn lug. My letter's goln' on that train." "Who's goln' ter tuke hit ter town fer ye?" "I'm goln' to take it for myself." Her reply was, given as a matter of course. "That wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal ly," the miller demurred; "this hain't no time fer a gal ter be galavuntin' around by herself In the night time. Hit's a-comln up ter storm, an' ye've got thirty miles ter ride, an' thirty-five back ter yore house." "I'm not scared," she replied. "I'm goln' an' I'm warnln' you now, if you do anything that Samson don't like, you'll have to answer to him, when he comes." She turned, walking very erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare, and disappeared. at a gallop. "I reckon," said Wile McCager, breaking eilence at last, "hit don't make no great dif'rence. He won't hardly come, nohow." Then, be added: "But thet boy Is smart." Samson's return from Europe, after a year's study, was in the nature of a moderate triumph. With the art sponsorship of George Lescott and the social sponsorship of Adrlenne, be found that orders for porti ilts, from those who could pay munificently, seemed to seek him. He was tasting the novelty of being lionized. That summer Mrs. Lescott opened her house on Long Island early, nnd the life there wasjull of the sort of gayety that comes to pleasant places when young men in flannels and girls In soft summery gowns und tanned "I've lost my train," she announced, somewhat breathlessly. The clerk Immediately got out bis train guide. He thought she wss a commuter who had overstayed her time limit In town, and that" she wished to catch a later train. '.'New Haven or New York Central, ma'am?" he Inquired, sympathetically, as he hurriedly turned over the leaves. The lady explained. The clerk rum maged among the things under the counter. "Nothing like a train here, ma'am," he reported. "The only thing we have Is a girdle that the assistant manager picked up and turned In here a little while ago." He held It up. It was the train Mrs. Roe hud missed. Pretty soon it was flying through a one-step, but Its ordinary couplings had been re-enforced with small safuty pins. Stimulating Batter Farming;. The average production of corn per acre Is still tinder twenty-three bush els despite the fact that In nearly ev ery locality yields of 100 bushels per acre have been reported. The depart ment will Issue a bulletin which will cheeks are playing wholesomely and singing tunefully and making love not too seriously. Samson, tremendously busy these days In a new studio of his own, had run over for a week. llorton was, of course, of the party, and George Les cott was doing the honors as host. One evening Adrlenne left the danc ers for the pergola, where she took refuge under a mass of honeysuckle.. Samson -South followed her. She saw him coming, and smllCd. She was contrasting this Samson, loosely clad In flannels, with the Samson she had first seen rising awkwardly t-i greet her In the studio. "You should have stayed Inside and made yourself agreeable to the girls," Adrlenne reproved him, as he came up. "What's the use of making a Hon of you, If you won't roar for the vis itors?" "I've been ronrlng," laughed the mun. "I've Just been explaining to Miss WlllotlKhby that we only eat the people we kill In Kentucky on certain days of solemn observance and sacri fice. I wanted to be agreeable to you, Drennle, for a while. "Do you ever find yourself homesick. Suinson, these days?" The man answered with a short laugh. Then his words came softly, and not his own words, but those of one more eloquent: " 'Who hath desired the seuT Her ex cellent lineiinpun rather Than the foretourm of ki 17s, and her uttermost pits than the streets where men gather. . . . His sea thut his being fulfills? So und no otherwise so and no other wlse hillmen desire their hills.'" "And yet," she said, and a trace of the argumentative stole Into her voice, "you haven't gone back." "No." There was a note of self repronch In his voice. "Hut soon I shall go. At least, for a time. I've been thinking a great deal lutely about 'my fluttered folk and wild.' I'm JuBt beginning to understand my relutlon to them, und my duty." "Your duty Is no more to go back there and throw away your life," she found herself instantly contending, "than it Is the duty of the young eagle, who has learned to fly, to go back to the nest where he was hatched." "Hut, Drennle," he said, gently, "sup pose the young eagle Is tho only one that knows how to fly and suppose he could teach the others? Don't you see? I've only seen It myself for a little while." "What Is It that that you see now?" "I must go back, not to relapse, but to come to be a constructive force. I must carry some of the outside world to Misery. I must take to them, be cause I am one of them, gifts -that they would reject from other hands." From tho house came the strains of an alluring waltz. For a little time they listened, w ithout speech, then the girl said very gravely: "You won't you won't still feel bound to kill your enemies, will you, Samson?" The man's face hurdened. "I believe I'd rather not talk about that. 1 Khali have to win back the confidence I have lost. I shall have to take a plnco at the head of my clan by proving myself a man and a man by their own standards. It Is only at their head That I can lead them. If the lives of a few assassins have to be forfeited I shan't hesitate at that. I shall stake my own against them fairly. The end is worth It." The girl breathed deeply, then she heard Samson's voice again: "Drennle, I want you to understand thut If 1. succeed It is your success You took me raw and unfushioned, and you have made me. There is no way of thanking you." "There is a way," she contradicted. "You can thank me by feeling Just that way about It." "Then I do thank you." The next afternoon Adrienne and Sumson were sitting with a gayly chat tering group at the side lines of the tennis courts. "When you go back to the moun tains, Sumson," Wilfred was suggest ing, "we might form a partnership. 'South, llorton & Co., Development of Con! and Timber.' There are millions in It." "Five years ago I should have met you with a Winchester rUln" laughed the Kentucklan. "Now I shall not." "I'll go with you," Horton, and make a sketch or two," volunteered George Lescott, who had Just then arrived from town. "And, by the way, Sam son, here's a letter that came for you Just as I left the studio." The mountaineer took the envelope with a Hixon postmark, and for 'an instant gazed at it with a puzzled ex pression. ' It was addressed In a femi nine hand, which he did not recognize. It was careful, but perfect, writing, such as one sees in a school copybook. With an apology he tore the covering and read the letter. Adrlenne, glanc ing at his face, saw It suddenly pale and grow as set and hard as marble. Samson's eyes were dwelling with only partial comprehension 011 the serlut. This Is what ho read: (TO BE CONTINI'KD.) contain 12 lessons. The department thinks "rural school teachirs, especial ly In tae great corn-growing states, will find this a valuuble aid I;; the work of stimulating In their charges a healthy interest In sound agricul ture." Scenario. "Scenario" Is a grandiose foreign born word that we accept grudgingly from the "movies." It fills its niche, although we would prefer to see the place loss completely occupied by "plot" or "story." Nevertheless, we accept "scenario," and possibly we may become entirely habituated to It In the passage of time. But may we not protest against expressing "the ability to write scenarios" by the bar baric short cut "scenarioshlp." Busily Engaged. "That boy of mine is mighty re sourceful," said the proud father. "He makes terrible racket," re plied the man next door. "Yes. He has the whooping cough." "But he couldn't cough all the time." "No. That's why I bad to give him liHOUHntID IUFR BOWELS LI I UN For sick headache, bad breath, Sour Stomach and constipation. - Get 10-cent box now. No odds how bad your liver, stomach or bowels; bow much your head aches, how miserable and uncomfort able you are from constipation, Indiges tion, biliousness and sluggish bowels you always get the desired results with Cascarets. Don't let your stomach, liver and bowels make you miserable. Take Cascarets to night; put an end to the headache, biliousness, dizziness, nerv ousness, sick, aour, gassy stomach, backache and all other distress; cleanse your Inside organs of all the bile, gases and constipated matter which is producing the misery. A 10-cent box means health, happi ness and a clear head for months. No more days of gloom and distress If you will take Cascaret now and then. All stores sell Cascarets. Don't forget the children their little In Ides need a cleansing, too. Adv. One of the Earnest Adviser. 5 "You ought to be ashamed to take Ho interest In work," said the woman with tho severe expression. "1 want some viood chopped." "Lady," replied Plodding Pete, "I do take an Interest In work. I'm one of de champeen lecturers on de econom ic conditions an' do failure to bring do workman an' de Job together." "What good'U that do me?" "Lady, you Jes' wait an' listen to de lecture I'm goln' to give your hus band fur not choppln' dat wood." Marriage a la Mode. "When is their marriage to be sot emnlzed?" "As soon a It's financed." Not Likely. She They say the new bats and gowns are to be of moderate size. He I hope the bills will match. Even the people who stand up for their own rights might, prefer to sit In the lap of luxury. WOMAN WOULD NOT GIVE UP Though Sick and Suffering; At Last Found Help in Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegeta ble Compound. Richmond, Pa. - " When I started taking Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound I was In a dreadfully rundown state of health, had internal trou bles, and was so ex tremely nervous and prostrated that if I had given in to my feelings I would have been in bed. As it was I had hardly strength at times to be on my feet and what I did do was by a great effort, I could not sleep at night and of course felt very bad in the morning, and had a steady headache. "After taking the second bottle I no ticed that the headache was not so bad, I rested better, and my nerves were stronger. I continued its use until it made a new woman of me, and now I can hardly realize that I am able to do so much as I do. Whenever I know any woman in need of a good medicine I highly praise Lydia E. Phkham's Veg etable Compound." Mrs. Frank Clark, 8146 N. TulipSt, Richmond.Pa. Women. Have Been Telling Women for forty years how Lydia E.Pinkham Vegetable Compound has restored their health when suffering with female ills. This accounts for the enormous demand for it from coast to coast. If you are troubled with any ailment peculiar to women why don't you try Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound? It will pay you to do so. Lydia E. Pink ham Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass. PAIN AND INFLAMMATION DISAPPEAR WHEN Yfl LI1BT IS APPLIED ThMt Kaowa Ramcdy For RHEUMATISM NEURALGIA SPRAINS BRU1SKS PAINS IN BACK WOUNDS, 4c Tb Fincal External Remedy For Mankind and Animals SOM.S TESTIMONY! J AS. E. IJAUM, Witty Hawk, N.C. writes."! suffered with a-most severe pain in my side, rubbed well with Yager's Liniment and the relief was instant. Also had a lump on my leg which caused a good deal of pain and trouble, after rubbing a few times with the liniment it entirely disap peared. My mother had suffered for some time with a pain in the breast, bbe used Yager's and after several application it disappeared entirely, tinny of my neighbors use it and claim there is nothing like it for re beving pnin." 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