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
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