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or* PFDII JrJL/tvlL/ •ALL R.ISH cnz?v£?j£,;j: "INDIAN JOE!" Agraopais.--Tom Shelby, * rancher, rides into the frontier town of Ponca, looking for a good time after a long spell of hard work and loneliness on the ranch. Instead. he runs into a funeral--that of Dad Calkins, a retired army man of whom little is known. A girl, still in her teens, survives Calkins. McCarthy, a saloon keeper and Ponca's leading citizen, decides that the girl, now alone in the world, should marry. She agrees to pick out a husband from the score of men lined up In her home. To his consternation, she selects Shelby, who had gone along merely as a spectator. He declines the honor. Indignant, the girl dismisses the assemblage. Shelby runs into two of the rejected suitors, and In a light worsts them both. Angered at their remarks, he returns to the girl, determined to marry her, if she will have him. After his explanation she agrees to marry Mm. The wedding takes place and the couple set out for 8helby's ranch. With them is "Kid" Macklin, whom Shelby has hired as a helper. On the way the girl tells her husband her name Is Olga Carlyn, and also tells him something of the peculiar circumstances of her life. Upon arrival at the ranch Shelby is struck down from behind and left for dead. He recovers consciousness to find that Macklin and his wife have gone. He starts in pursuit He learns his wife is an heiress, that her abduction has been carefully planned and that she has been taken to Wolves' Hole, a stronghold of bandits and bad Indians. and his companion had not ventured the passage until dawn, the marks of their horses' hoofs so fresh as to convince their trailer they were scarcely ^beyond the sound of his voice. He even found where they had dismounted, waiting for. daylight, the ground Uttered with the ends, of burnt cigarettes. ' Shelby loitered an hour before venturing to follow. There was no other way out, and so he munched at a cold j and the silvery stream running through the center seemed scarcely a yard wide. A yard, why, if it wasl actually the Cottonwood, It tnust be a hundred feet from bank to bank! God! What a hole! What a freak of nature! What a wilderness hiding place! He lay motionless, with eyes searching up and down the valley. To the right he could not del ermine how far It extended, but to the left he could discern the silver shield of water where the Cottonwood came tumbling over a precipice. One of the two possible entrances was there; 'the other must be along some one of those numerous side ravines, whose black entrances he could dimly perceive. It was all so serene, so peaceful, the truth seemed impossible--that he was actually gazing down Into a veritable hell <m earth, a rendezvous of white thieves and Indian murderers, a border fortress for all the nameless deviltry of the frontier. And he must invade the Hole, alone. If he woi^ld be of service to this woman captive' By sheer recklessness he must pierce the thing to the heart. Yet how was It to be done? Not even a mountain goat could find passage down those rocks even by daylight and in another hour all would be darkness. He could not remain there; before night made the search Impossible he must at least find water and a place "Vttftala: he's my father." "Ol* h--I, an' where you beettf? , "Sotdierln* HKMNtfr." "I see," his egjMfWndered. "Sound? kinder fishy, yttUflfr feller, but I ain't ^Jn no shape to tell. I reckon Matt Hanley kin straighten it out, an' if he is down thar, the best thing we kin $o is to take yer 'long. If yer lyin* ye'll be d--ii sorry 'fore yer get out ag'ln. Ill tell yer that to begin with, but if yer game to ride along, we'll see yer get thar all right. Let's hit her up, Juau; them Injuns will need as 'fore long. Come on. stranger." He wheeled his horse ahd rode off on a sharp trot and the Mexican followed. Neither man so much as glanced back toward Shelby, seemingly Indifferent as to what he chose to do. Yet he knew the customs of tho West and that If he failed them now no future falsehood would ever regain their confidence. He swung into the saddle and rode silently forward behind Juan. The cattle were still out of sight ahead, but they could hear the calls of the drivers. Shelby pressetf his bronco up closer to the Afexican, who had lit a cigarette. "Is it far, Juan?" he asked. "Nom de Dlos! I heard yon not. To the Hole yori mean? Not far. but yf "CHAPTER vi 11--Continued. .i.V-.lV,- --7-- Shelby visioned all this In his memory. questioning his chance of ever successfully invading such a spot without arousing suspicion. It was-plainly proven by their testimony that Itacklin was taking his captive to this Spot for safe hiding. He and his Inaccessories had ridden on. anxto reach this security with as 1ftfle delay as possible. But would Shelby dare to follow? To be sure, except to the Kid. he was unknown, which night make him welcome. Yet the danger of detection was great Apparently, there was no other Ifcasible way in which he could hope J t» serve Olga. He weighed this, with BO conscious thought of himself, coldly and deliberately counting the .^ chances, and decided to wfa* the at- Convinced as to his duty, and urged 6 It by the personal Interest he felt in the gill Shelby cast all hesitancy •aide. He would make the attempt; iwtune had surely favored him thcs fcr. and might again. He went-back to where the buckskin waited, mounted the animal, quiet enough by this time, rode down to the edge of the •ream, and sat silently In the saddle f *hHe the beast drank. It was a dark, tlear night the stars overhead like lamps in the sky, the air cool and ft*sh. He turned the pony up the val- : ley, making no effort to hurry the anl- I" . fcal, desirous only at present of keeplog well in the rear of the two horse- 1/ ®en ahead. He knew the course they would take, must take, up the valley r ' of the Dragoon as far as the great . " hend. and then across the plateau un- B. HI they reached the Cottonwood. He p Would simply follow cautiously until daylight, then search for the trail to . ; Snake sure, and endeavor, from some (f elevation, to pick them up with his j| JBeid glasses. | ' The S1"118* ta the valley was thick, but not long. It presented no obstacle V travel, but the horse's hoofs made noise. Finding the rider undemon- , , #t rathe, the buckskin lowered his head , - ;#nd moved forward steadily at a rapid jfralk, Shelby swaying in the saddle, lialf asleep, yet keenly awake to any ^ unusual sound. ^ Hour after hour passed, the valley * ; narrowing as they advanced, the hills (f'i on either hand growing darker and more sharply defined, and the ribbon ;,15 of the sky above constantly contrast p,;, "lng. The man endeavored to think, ®wt found It useless; there was little J»e could plan In advance--only con- |ff tlnue on and trust to fortune. His ^ inind leaped from point to point, yet ;*'5 isettled upon nothing. He knew where g; lie was in a vague way, recalling to PIC (memory the outlines of this country •s traced upon the map, but by this ftime he was well beyond the range of his own cattle, or any region he had lever hunted over. All about stretched Ithe desert of the Bad Lands; he could picture in his mind the scene presented from those bluffs, either of broken, rocky country, or dismal desert, white with alkali. It was a 'land devoid even of animal or 1 ird life, iwaterless and forlorn, avoided even bj ""nd'ans except for concealment. In 11 those hours of darkness he heard o sound of life except the distant owl of a coyote. The first faint gray of dawn cave Ihlm glimpse of his surroundings, and, •on a slight ridge of land, he finally drew up his tired mount, and gazed curiously about. He dismounted, and, after a few moments' scrutiny of the ground, decided that be was still safely on the trail of those traveling ahead. There were two traccs sufficiently defined to Indicate the passage within a few hours of both Macklln's party, and the two others. Neither outfit bad made any effort at concealment, but Shelby, fearing the latter might be camped for breakfast, left his horse to crop on the short grass, while he advanced on foot. The trali was obscure, but not difficult to fol- |low when once discovered. Hanley meal, and permitted the buckskin to browse along the bank of the stream, well concealed by a fringe of willows. Then, both horse and man refreshed, he went forward on foot, leading the animal, and began the upward climb. In places It was not unlike a cave, and Shelby had no Idea how far he had gone, when he suddenly emerged out from the gloom into the sunlight of the summit, with a clear view across the level plateau. Shelby stopped, holding the horse back below the summit and gazed anxiously about. The soil left no trail and, with the naked eye, Shelby was unable to distinguish a sign of life within the radius of vision. Everything had the appearance of death-- the death of ages. He stood upright and swept the circle with his field glasses. He was barely in time; for far off there to the left, scarcely discernible even then against the black, overhanging ridges of rock, he made out two slowly moving objects. They were not distinct, he could not have' sworn what the. were, but there was no doubt in his mind as to their Identity. He studied them eagerly until they disappeared down a coulee, and then carefuly marked the course, his point of guidance a high pinnacle ofN rock standing out against the sky. He was an hour reaching this objective, but once there he found the trail plainly traced along the edge of the bank. It led In and out amid the intricacies of the hills, taking, of necessity, so winding a course as to give Shelby no view ahead and soon confused him in point of direction. He could only move forward cautiously, .fearful lest they might have halted for some purpose, and watchful of every trace of their passage, as other ravines were constantly uniting with this through which he was blindly feeling his way. He came to sand and lost all signs of the trail Instantly, searching for It In vain for nearly an hour before confessing himself at fault. Then, leaving the horse below, he climbed the nearest hill 'for a view of his surroundings. The sun gave him the proper directions, but all about stretched the same dreary, bare ridges of rock, offering no guidance. There was no life visible anywhere and although he waited for some time, sweeping his glasses back and forth, he gained no glimpse of the two he endeavored to follow. They had vanished as though swallowed up by the earth. The sun was already in the west and desperately he determined to try the level. Even this, amid the intricacies of those branching passages between the round hills, was difficult to achieve, yet he finally discovered an exit and ventured toward the north, confident that the Cdttonwood would surely Ue somewhere In that direction. He came upon it sok suddenly. and unexpectedly as to almost daze his faculties. Almost without warning he stood at the very edge of a yawning hole and stared in amazement down Ho Suddenly EmrrgeJ Oat From the Ql6om. into those depths below. Again and again he had heard this scene described, yet had never before comprehended its reality. A huge cut straight down, fully a mile wide, cleft the plain In two, with no visible signs of Its presence until one stood at the very crater's edge. At night he would have ridden off without the slightest warning of danger. And below! Feeling sick, dizzy, Shelby swung himself from the saddle, crept cautiously to the edge and looked down. He had no conception of the depth, for it already was hazy down there, as though he gazed through a blue fog, but how small those trees appeared, mere toy trees, In which to camp. He stared down into those deepening mists below, already beginning to blot out the features of the valley. "God, what a hole," ' he breathed; "It Is like looking straight into hell. The only way down must be somewhere to the left. Case told me they passed In under that waterfall." He got to his feet, with' the pony trailing behind, moved backward away from the edge of the chasm into the open plain. Suddenly, as his glance waDdered searchingly toward the chain of rock hills, the man stopped, his heart pounding. What was that iroving yonder, just emerging from out the mouth of that ravine and becoming clearly outlined against the gray alkali? He knew almost instantly--the advance of a drove of cattle, debouching through the narrow defile and spreading out as they attrined the wider open space. There must be a hundred head and even as he con'-, prehended, horsemen appeared In their rear, spurring forward to tu^n them, to the left down a shallow gulch. There #as no- way he < could escape observation; no possibility of hiding on that bare plain. Shelby's brain worked like lightning. There were five riders; he could count them how; Indians mostly, although one was surely white. There was nothing left him but audacity and lies. He must take the chance, the one chance, mad. desperate, yet yielding a possibility of success. He swung the field glasses to his eyes--yes, one rider was white, a squat figure with a red beard, and another, the fellow at this end, appeared to be a Mexican. Then he laughed grimly; the vortex of his glass rested on the exposed flank of the nearest steer and he saw the brand. By all the gods, they were bis own cattle! The humor of it flashed in his eyes, but the jaw of the man set sternly. The d d thieves! He strode forward, the pony trailing at his heel";, and then the Mexican saw him, throwing up one hand in a swift signal and spurring his horse recklessly across the gray plain. They met half way, Shelby still afoot, the other sweeping up at full speed, his horse brought fairly to its hauncbes by the cruel pressure of a Spanish bit The fellow was a handsome devil but for the evil In his eyes and a disfiguring scar down one cheek. The eyes of the two met and the rider's hand dropped instantly upon the exposed butt of a revolver. "Buenas dias, senor," he said harshly, staring. "What Is the meaning of --this?" 1 Shelby smiled, coolly returning his glance. "The meaning of what, senor?" he questioned shortly. "Your being here--alone! I have not seen yon before. You are not of the Wolves' den." "Oh, is that it, senor?*' indifferently. "Then maybe you will tell me how I am to find a way into thl& den of wolVes? I have looked down yonder," he waved his hand. "You seek it, then?" „ "Sure; otherwise why should I ber here? You will guide me?" "Caramba! It depends," suspiciously, yet somewhat disconcerted by the other's quipt manner. "I would know more first. You are lost?" "Completely; yet it is a story easily told. I was with a man named Han* ley an' a fellow called Hank." "Old Matt--I know him." "Good; then I have met a friend. We were there, back in those hills, when my girth broke--see, where I have fixed It. I fell behind and they rode on. I thought to follow easily, but, you must know those hills, the trail was lost; perhaps I took a wrong turn, for suddenly I found myself on this plain." The Mexican sat motionless, h.s eyes as ^suspicious as ever, but his fingers no longer gripped on the revolver. The last of the cattle had disappeared down the coulee and the redbearded white man was riding toward them across the alkali. Neither changed position until he came up, a lump of a fellow, with staring eyes and complexion the color of parchment "What the h--1 is all this, Juan?" he questioned roughly. "Who is the fellow?" "He travel with Matt Hanley an* get lost; so he say." "Hanley, hey! That's some recommendation. Who else was ariftfr your party?" ' "A man called Hank." "Slagln. W#ll, the stotfy sounds straight so far; them two left here together; I happen to know that What's your name?" Shelby looked him squarely In tho eye. "Churchill." "What! Matt talked to me about that. Fellow named Macklin stalkln' a girl down Ponca way.r "He's got her; so Hanley says, an' that's what I'm here for--see?" "But you ain't Ol' Churchill. The way I heard it he w-as sixty anyhow, an' a dow. either hand, ieavlng them plodMNj through the gloom. Yet even Hi* #oy bad not attained the ftM*depm«Non of the Hole, which reguited another sharp descent along thi border of tho stream, where a ledge of rock had evidently been blasted out. This passago abruptly ended In a wide, stone causeway, turning sharply to the left, aad running beneath a waterfall, where the broad stream leaped over a ledge of high rock. It was a task to get the cattle through, yet once started, they plunged forward, following each other 'with fright, never pausing until they scattered out over the plain below. Laud drew up his horse In front of It/ small log structure, so concealed u the edge of a straggly grove, that,-™ the gloom, Shelby was not even aware of its existence, until voices greeted them. "Back again, Joe! Where'd ?er pick up that bunch?" "Up on the Cottonwood; easy pickin'," and Laud flung one leg over his saddl? In a posture of rest "Where's Kelly? Oh, Dan; bring me out. a drink. Anything new?" The tall, raw-boned frontiersman who responded, puffed at his pipe, and out through the open door of the cab- In there suddenly streamed a light revealing his features, and the Indistinct outlines of others Idling near by. "Well, not much, Joe," he answered drawlingly, "most o' the Injuns have struck out; ain't mor'n a dozen bucks left, I reckon. They tell me they're raisin' h--1 already over Ponca way; nlaybe yer heard about It?" Laud nodded, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Whar's Matt Hanley?" "Oh, he ah' Slagln cum' in 'bout five hours ago, I reckon, an' went on up to the cove." "Have enythlng with 'em?" "Not thet I see--they dldsft, 4ld they,'Jim?--just travelln' light" "Didn't say enythlng atyout another gazabo?" "Not that I know about. They acted like they was both plum tired out, and wanted ter go asleep. Just took a drink apiece, and mosled along." Laud let fall an oath. "All right then, but d d If TJ1 ride down to the cove tonight. Will go up to your shack, Juan, and bunk d9wn. Come on, both o' yer." P;fW' ABigl^ 9mms -•-kVI! "Because yon are a woman, I guess, and because I think you are straight." "You Are Not of the Wolvesf pen/* rough, senor; yet there It another way to get cattle in." ' "The man with you; who is he?"" Juan emitted a cloud of blue smoke In the air, smiling pleasantly. Senor Laud." Laud!" in undisguised astonishment. "What Laud? Not 'Indian Joe?" "Si, senor; they call heem that," confidently. "He verra bad man. Y<MI know heem, what?" Shelby gripped himself tightly. "I've heard of him, that's all. He's a Sioux squawman, but I never knew what he looked like before." His pony, no longer urged, fell back, trailing at the rear of the others. Juan rode on, unconscious and indifferent, blowing spirals of smoke Into the air, and humming the strain of some Spanish melody, but Shelby was staring beyond him at the red-bearded white man slouched down in his saddle. So that fellow was "Indian Joe" .Laud! As never before he realized to the full the danger into which he advanced. "Indian Joe" Laud! When hadn't he heard of him? For years certainly, ever since he had been in this north country, yet In appearance the fellow was not at ajl what he previously had Imagined that desperado to be. Laud was gross, bearded, dirty, coarsefeatured; to all appearances a mere barroom tough, yet no man on the frontier had a worse record or was more dreaded and despised. Why was he here stealing cattle on the very verge of Indian war? True, he was not a Sioux In blood, yet It was well known that he had been adopted Into the tribe and never failed to have a hand In their deviltry. Army officers claimed he possessed more influence over them for evil than any chief, and Shelby had heard him mentioned with Sitting Bull as leaders in the ghostdance. If true, then he must know how far to venture, and just when to draw aside so as to save himself. That must be It--to him war meant only an opportunity to plunder. The final result was clearly Indian defeat; he would keep out, but In the meanwhile profit all he could. The trail led downward at a rather steep grade, in spite of continual curving. The sure-footed horses moved faster than the cattle, and before the outfit reached the level of the valley the three riders had closed In on the Indian drivers. Shefby knew them at once as young Sioux warriors, and was again able to distinguish plainly the brand on the flank of the steers bringing up the rear of the herd. They were unquestionably his own stock, and, in spite of his rage, he could not be entirely Indifferent to the grim humor of the situation--he was being guided Into Wolves' hole by the very men who had robbed him. Yet his thoughts did not dwell upon this so much just then, as on the mad chance he had assumed In this adventure. What could he accomplish? What hope was there that he would ever emerge again alive? He was going forward blindly, led by fate, with not even a plan of guidance. He must work alone. In th$ midst of enemies, desperate men to whom human life was valueless, an<i where avny Incautious word or act would instantly expose him to discovery. In spite of the fact that he was believed dead, Macklin would recognize him at a glance, and the very claim that he was a friend of Hanley's exposed him !to discovery. In some way he must avoid them both, and yet no plan presented itself to promise escape. He could only drift helplessly, becoming more despondent of success with every step of advance. It was already dusk when they at talned the level of the valley, and the (TO BE CONTINUED.) TREE WAS ONCE A HANDSPIKE Old Cottonwood at Nerrls City, III., Has Interesting History--Was "Planted by Boy in 1815. . At Norris City, III., there Is a tree known as the "vaulting-pole cottonwood" that has an Interesting hlstorj which Is told by the American Forestry Magazine (Washington) as follows : Hosea Pierce and a boy comrade returned from the war of 1812 to their homes, near Norris City, in the spring of 1815, and on January 8 of that year they had helped General Ja'ckson whip the British in the Battle of New Orleans. These boys both attended a log rolling on the old Pierce farm that spring, and as they were returning to the house after their day's work made a wager who could vault the furthest, using their cottonwood handspikes as vaulting poles. They both left their handspikes sticking In the sqft earth where they had vaulted, and durlqg the spring rains of 1815 they both took root and lived. One of these trees died about ten years ago, but the other Is still living and is 105 years old. This tree Is about thirty teet in circumference, 175 feet high, with a very large hollow In the base of the tree which has been used as a housing for setting hens, a kennel for dogs and Is always a fine playhouse for children. " British Warship's Great Owl* At first sight it may seem strange that the Hood should carry only the same armament as the Queen Elizabeth, built some eight years before the Hood. As a matter of fact, the Queen Elizabeth's guns are forty-two calibers In length; but the guns of the Hood are f6rty-five caliber long and have greatly Increased muzzle velocity. It Is believed that the gun weighs a little under one.hundred tons and fires a 1,650-pound shell with a muzzle velocity of 2,800 foot-seconds. Another improvement over the Queen Elizabeth is that the new guns have an elevation of 30 degrees for a maximum range of 88,000 yards. The loading gear has been so Improved that the Hood Is credited with being able to fire a salvo of eight guns every thirty* live seconds.--Scientific American. Bower-Bird's Wooing. A cynical method of enticing a hesitating partner Into the bonds of matd« mony Is furnished by the bower-bird, which builds a structure of stlckl formed into a kind of passage or ave* nue and beautifully ornamented with feathers and shell?. On Its completion the would-be bridegroom brings the bird of his choice to Inspect bla fine establishment and entices her to share It. Queer Cradles for Bablei. All Infant In Guiana is usually bnh> led In sand up to its waist whenever the mother is busy, and this is the only cradle It ever knows. The little Lapp on the other hand, fares moot luxuriously In Its mother's shoe. These Lapp shoes are big affairs of skin stuffed with soft moss, and can be hung on a peg w tree branch safely out *< the way. / . 1 , Within the Law. • "Look at that fellow In tliere with' a loaded revolver," said our waggish friend at the beach yesterday--and when, somewhat startled, we gased through the doorway what we saw was merely a big merry-go-round full of young folks and In the center the proprietor thereof. -- Boston Transcript Bacchus kills more thasi Mam' Qw Wifc. i : The Genesee Pure Food Conipazxy? n Knew His Destination. A man who could be scathingly witty himself once met more than his match in one of the Roman Catholic priests. "Reverend father. 4 wtek you. were St Peter* > -"And why?" + - ' "Because, reverend father, ta that case you would have the keys to heaven, and could let me In." "By my honor and conscience," re-" torted the divine, "It would be better for you that I had the keys of the other place, for then I could let you out."--Exchange. ' WHY DRUGGISTS OEGOMMEND SWAMP^ROOr v Back for Another. "You did me a faver ten year#, ago," said the stranger, "aad I havt never forgotten it" t "Ah," replied the good man, with a ' grateful expression on his face, "an4< ' you have come back to repay me." "Not exactly,"'replied the strange^ . *Tve J u s t got I n t o town and need a n t * . " > 1 > other favor, and I thought of you rlghfe * •^aw^y." « . . ' ' Cutleura Boothee Itching On retiring gently rub spots of dan« druff and itching with Cuticura Ointment. Next morning shampoo wltfc Cuticura Soap and hot water. Maki . Sw ittiay years druggists have iratelsefl with much interest the remarkable record maintained by Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root, the great kidney, liver and bladder nodi* cine. It is a physician's prescription. Swamp-Root is a strengthening medicine. It hetpa the kidneys, liver and bladder do the work nature intended they should do. Swamp-Root has stood the test of yean. It is sold by all druggists on its merit and it should help you. No other kidney medicine has so many friends. Be sure to get Swamp-Root and start treatment at once. However, great preparation thetm your every-day toilet preparation®! and- have a clear akin and soft, white hands.--Adv. For a Waxed Floor. Marred spots on a waxed floor can be removed by rubbing very sparingly with alcohol. Then apply wax thinly and evenly and rub In with a soft cloth. Hall's Catarrh Mediclna Those who are In a "run down" condtp Hon will notice that Catarrh botherft them much more than when they are lwv good health. This fact proves that while Catarrh is a local disease, it la rreatir Influenced by constitutional conditions!' HADL'S CATARRH MEDICINE is 4 VbAAVS Uivvu * Uitu«l| OUU OWIO UUUUfiK , : t _ • » . . . j . t h e b l o o d upon the mucous surfaces of , , if you wish first to test WMS ^ body, thus reducing the intleiasaalleS laration send ten cents to Dr. and restoring normal conditions. • ft) mer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a sample bottle. When writing be sore aad mention this paper.--Adv. YOU NEVER KNOW, YOU KNOW Probably Jimmy Wae Wlee In Hie •etection of a Present far ««l Hie Mother. » Jimmy Clerkenwell aad the boy next door were discussing Christmas and Christmas presents. They had mentioned most of the articles that they would like to receive themselves,' and then the' talk turned to the various presents that they should give to other people. What are you going to give ydur mother for Christmas?" asked Jimmy. y , "Ob, I don't know!" was the reply. I thought of giving her a paper knife." A paper knife 1" echoed Jimmy scornfully. "What's the good of that?" "Well, what are you going to give yours?" questioned Jimmy's friend. "Oh," answered the young sage wisely, "I believe in preparing for war in times of peace. I'm going to give her a pair of slippers with so£t soles.n •••London Answers. . , i ' •r >•;v . • Alcoholic Anthology. "Did you ever see any sense to that old song, 'Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes?"' "I never did," answered Uncle Bill Bottletop. "Nobody I ever knew In the old days was satisfied to say, 'Here's Iookln' at you* without the customary accompaniment."--Washington Star. It la better to be beaten In trying to do right than it Is to succeed m doing wrong. All druggists. Circulars free. V. J. Cheney * Co., Toledo, OhlOb BARK OF TREE NOT W00H Sclentiet Corrects an Impress! Off Which Has Loag Been More or Leee Widely Held. Bark on trees and shrubs corre* sponds with the skin on animals. Bull it Isn't wood, according to one sclenfcr tist, and it Isn't formed as wood i«-; formed. It covers the wood, and It is generalfy an easy matter to separate the bark from the wood. Hemp an<| jute and flax are all bark--the outslda covering of certain vegetable growths,: Bark Is composed of three layers ox tissue. The inside layer*conducts food' to' the plant, and under a' magnifying: glass is seen to be made up of tiny fibers. Then there is the "green zone," as it is called, and this also Is fibrous and helps feed the plant. The out* side layer Is cork, and Is really dead.; That Is, these cork cells develop and die Immediately, so one really sees only a dead tree when he looks at the. bark. The cork of commerce Is th«, bark of a certain kind of tropical tree, but (he outer layer of bark of all trees , is technically knowas cork, and tho little cells going to make it up are called cork. Where Resemblance 8topa> "That Miss Gabblelgh reminds of a church bell, only aha hasn't sense of one." V "What do you mean?" "Well, a church bell has an empt head and a long tongue, but it is die creet enough not to speak until it'^**, tolled."--Bostoti Transcript . * f fV: Some wise married women en the line between coaxing and nagglngf Boil "Your Postum& fully fifteen minutes whenjrou. use ' POSTUM CEREAL Then there results a drink oT de* 4# licious flavor which many prefer to coffee. Postum is more : nomical and healthful than coffee j- Another &rm, Instant Postum ! J is made by adding hot water toii a teaspoonful in the cup. The v drink, may be made strong or 1 mild to suit individual taste EVERYWHERE SELL BOTE XD0S 1 - V