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McHENRY PL 6s565ds68l pa •1' St- • $*£.? *?W' dsprrifhl by CharlM Scrfberr'e Son* By FRANCIS LYNDE" VP. "YOU'D BETTER NOTIFY THE UNDERTAKERS." Synopiis.--Graham Norcross, railroad manager,- and his secretary, Jtmifcy Dodds, are marooned at Sa*<l Creek siding 'V.ith a young lady. Sheila Macrae and her small cousin, M&isle Ann. Unseen, they witness a peculiar train holdup, In which a special car is carried off. Norcross recbgnices the car as that of John Chad wick* financial magnate, whom he was to meet at Portal City; He and Dodda rescue Chadwlck. The latter offers Norcross the management of the Pioneer Short Line, which Is In the hands of eastern speculators, headed by Breckenridxe Dunton, president of the line. Norcross, learning that Sheila Macrae is stopping at Portal City, accepts. Dodds overhears conversation between Rufus Hatch and Oustave Henckel, Portal City financiers, in which' they admit complicity in Cha lwSck s kidnaping, their object being to keep Chadwick from attending a meeting of directors to reorganise the Pioneer Short TJne, which would jeopardize their interests. To curb the monopoly controlled by Hatch and Henckel, the Red Tower corporation, Nofcross forniB the Cltiiens' Storage and Warehouse company. He begins to manifest a daep interest in Sheila Macrae. Dodds learns that Sheila is married, but living apart from her husband. Norcross does not know this. The Boss disappears; report has it that he has resigned and gone east. Jimmy turns sleuth, suspects he has been kidnaped and effects his rescue. Norcross resumes control of '.he pioneer Short Line, refusing to give place to Dismuke, whom Dunton has sent to take charge as general manager. Jimmle follows an emissary of the Red Tower people, spying on Norcross, to a coal yard, where he overhears a plot to arrest the B4ss on a murder chargi. He frustrates it and thereby drives Ms enemies to more desperate measures. At the home of Sheila Macrae Dodds is witness of strange actions of a man whom he later recognises as Howard Collingwood, nephew of President Dunton. A series of wrecks, impossible to explain, cause alarm to the Boss. CHAPTER XI--Continued. n . v'XJood Lord!" exclaimed the little mlftlanaire; "you dont have to tell me that! If we can't stop 'em, Uncle Dtinton will have plenty of good Teasons for cleaning us all out, lock, stock, and barrel! I was talking with Carter, in the claim ofilce, this morning. Our loss and damage account for the past month is something frightfttj" "It is" said the boss gravely. And then: "Upton, we're not altogether as bright as we might be. Has it never occurred to you that we are having too much bad lucfc to warrant us in charging it all np to the chapes of accidents?" Mr. Van Britt blew his cheeks out until the stubby, cropped mustache bristled like porcupine quills. "So you've been getting your pointer, too, have youT" he threw in. Mr. Norcross didn't answer the question directly. "Put Tar bell on the Job, and if he needs help, let him pick his own men," he directed. "We want to know why that boulder tumbled down ahead of Number Seventeen, and I want to see Tarbell's report on it, Keep at it night and day, Upton. The infection is getting into the rank and file and It's spreading like a sickness. If it becorites psychological, we shall have all tbe trouble we-need." "I know," -nodded the superintendent. "I went through a siege of that kind on the Great Southwestern, one winter. It was horrible. Men who had been running trains year in and year out, and never knowing that they had any nerves, went to pieces If you'd snap your fingers at them." "that's it," said the boss. "We don't want to fall into that ditch. Things are Quite bad enough, as they are." This ended It for the time. The Petrollte Canyon wreck was picked up, the track was cleared, and once more our trains were moving on time. But anybody could 6ee that the entire Short Line had a case of "nerves." Kirgan, Kirgan the cold-blooded, showed It one afternoon when I went over to his ofliee to return a bunch of blue-prints sent in for the boss' approval. The big master-mechanic had a round-house foreman "on the carpet" and was harrying him like the dickens for letting an engine go out with one of her truck safety chains hanging loose. Ever since we had gone together on the rescue ran to Timber Mountain, Mart and I had been sort of chummy, and after the foreman had gone away with his foot in his hand, I joshed Kirgan a little about the way he had hammered the round-house man. ' "Bad medicine," I told him. "It's worrying the bosses, too. What's doing it, Mart?" "Maybe you can tell," he growled. "It's a hoodoo--that's what it is. Seven engines in the shops in the last nine days, and three more that haven't ijbeen fished out-a the ditch yet. I wish Mr. Van Britt'd fire the whole Jumpy outfit I" i It didn't seem as though firing was sieeded so much as a dose of nerve tonic of some sort Tarbell was working hard on the problem, quietly, and without making any talk about it, and iQrgan was giving him all the men he asked for from the shops; quick-witted fellows who were up in all the mechanical details, and who made better spotters than outsiders would because they knew the road and the ropes. But It was no use. I sawsome of Tarbell's reports, and they didn't show any crookedness. It seemed to be just bad luck--one landslide after another of it. Meanwhile, New York had waked up President Dunton had been off ft^Vh somewhere, I guess, but now he was back, and the things he wired to the boss were enough to make your hair tiiuud on egd. I looked every day to see Mr. NorcHvog pitch the whole shooting-match Into die fire and quit, cold. He'd never taken anythnig like Mr. Danton's abuse from anybody before, «nd he couldn't seem to get hardened to It But he was loyal to Mr. Chadwlck ; and, of course, he knew that llr. Dunton's hot wires were meant to nag him Into resigning. Then there wq* Mrs. Sheila. I sort of suspected she was holding him up to the rack, every day and every minute of the day. It was one evening after he had been out to the major's for just a little while, and had come back to the office, that he sent for Mr. Van Britt, who was also working late. There was blood on the moon, and I saw it in the liy the boas' jaw was working. "Upton," he began, as short as pie- "have you thought of any way to Mr. Van Britt sat down and crossed his solid little legs. "If I Had, I shouldn't be losing sleep it the rate of five or six hours a tight." he rasped. "There's one thing that , we haven't tried," the boss shot hack. "We've been advertising it as bad luck, keeping our own suspicions to ourselves and letting the men believe what they pleased. We'll change all that. I want you to call your trainmen in as fast as you can get at them. Veil them--from me, If you want to--that there isn't any bad luck about it; that the enemies of this management are making an organized raid on the property itself for the purpose of putting us out of the fight. Tell them the whole story, if you want to: how we're trying our Jjest to make a spoon out of a spoiled horn, and how there is an army of grnfters and wreckers in this state which is doing its worst to knock us out of the box. "If yotf give the force something tangible/ to lay hold of, it will work the needed miracle. It is Only the mysterious that terrifies. Railroad employes, as a whole, are perfectly intelligent human beings, open to conviction. The management which doesn't profit by that fact Is lame. If you do this and appeal to the loyalty of the men, you will make a private detective out of every man in the train service, and every one of them keen to be the first to catch the wreckers. You can add a bit of a reward for that, if you like, and I'll pay It out of my own bank account." For a full minute our captive millionaire didn't say a word. Thai he grinned like a good-natured little Chinese god. "Who gave you this Idea of taking the pay-roll into your confidence, Graham?" he asked softly. For the first time in all the weeks and months I'd been knowing Jjim, the boss dodged; dodged just like any of us might. I've been talking to Majbr Kendrick," he said. "He is a wise old man, Upton, and he hears a good many things that don't get printed in the newspapers." I could see that this excuse didn't fool Mr. Van Britt for a single Instant, and there was a look In his eye that I couldn't quite understand. Neither could I make much out of what he said. 'We'll go into that a little deeper some day, Graham-Gaffer this epileptic attack has been fought off. This idea--which you confess Isn't your own--is a pretty shrewd one, and i shouldn't wonder if it would work, if we can get It in motion before the hoodoo breaks us wide open. And, as you say, the accusation is justifiable, even if we can't prove up against the Hatch outfit. That turned-over rail in Petrollte Canyon, for example, might have been helped along by " It was Kelso, Mr. Van Brltt's stenographer, smashed In with the Interruption. He was In his shirt-sleeves, as If he'd just got up from his typewriter, and he rushed in with his mouth open and his eyes like saucers. LThey--they want you in the dispatcher's office!" he panted, jerking the words out at Mr. Van Britt. "Dur gin has let Number Five get by for a head-ender with the 'Flyer,' and he's goo* crazy!" "Number Four"--Four was the eastbound "Flyer"--"Is five hours off her time," he explained. "As near as I can get it, Durgin was going to make her 'meet* with Number Five at the bl.'nd siding at Sand Creek tank. She ought to have had her orders somewhere west of Bauxite Junction, and Five ought to hav£ got hers at Banta. Durgin says he simply forgot that the 'Flyer* was running late: that she was still out and had a 'meet' to make somewhere with Five." ' Brief as Morris' explanation was, it was clear enough for anybody who knew the road and the schedules. The regular meeting-point for the two passenger trains was at n point well east of Portal City, instead of west, and so, of course, would not concern the Desert Division crew of either train, since all crews were changed at Portal City. From Banta to Bauxite Junction, some thirty-odd miles, there was only one "telegraph station, * namely, that at the Crow Gulch lumber camp, seven miles beyond the Timber Mountain "Y" and the gravel pit where the stolen 1016 had been abandoned; Unluckily, Crow Gulch was only a day station, the day wires being handled by a young man who was naif in the f>ay of the railroad and half in that of the saw-mill company. This young man slept at the mill camp, which was a mlle back in the gulch. There was only one <jhance in a thousand that he would be down at the railroad station at ten o'clock at night, and it was on that thousandth chance that Tarbell was rattling the Crow Gulch call. If Five were.making her card time, she was now about half-way between Timber Mountain Y" and Crow Gulch. And Four, the "Flyer," had Just left Bauxite--rwith no orders whatever. Which meant that the two trains would ( come together somewhere near Sand' Creek. Mr. Van Britt was as good a wire man as anybody on the line, but it was the boss who took things in hand. There Is a long-distance telephone to the Crow Gulch saw-mill; have you tried that?" he barked at Tarbell. The big young fellow who looked like a cow-boy--and had really been one, they said--glanced up and nodded: The ball's In," he responded: " 'Central' says she can't raise anybody." For the next three or four minutes the tension was something fierce. The boss and Mr. Van Britt* hung'over the train desk, and Tarbell kept up his Insistent clatter at the key. I had an eye on Durgin. He was still hunched up In the record-man's chair,' and to all appearances had gone stone-blind crazy. Yet I couldn't get rid of the Idea that he was listening--listening as if all of his sealed-up senses had turned in to intensify the one of hearing. Just abont the time when the suspense had grown so keen that It seemed as if it couldn't be borne a second longer, Motxls, who was sitting in at the office phone, Called, out shnrply: "Long-distance says she has Crow Gulch lumber camp!"* Mr. Van Britt jumped to take the phone, and we got one side of the talk--our side--In shot-like sentences: 'That you, Bertram? All right; this Is Van Britt, at Portal City. Take one of the mules and ride for your life down the gulch to the station! Get tjiat? Stop Number _Fivg, jjn£ make her take siding quick. Report over your own wire what you do. Hurry!" By the time Mr. Van Britt got back to the train desk, the boss had his pencil out and was figuring on Bertram's time margin. It was now ten- « *- ifeia wreck hoodoo jetf ~ CHAPTER MM The Helpless Wires When Bobby Kelso shot his news at us we all maue a quick break for the dispatcher's office, the boss In the lead. Durgin, the night dispatcher, had been alone on the train desk, and the only other operators on duty were the car-record man and the young fellow who acted as a relief on the com merclal wire. When we got there, we found that Tarbell had happened to be in the office when Durgin blew up. He was sitting In at the train key, trying to get Crow Gulch, the one intermediate wire station between the two trains that had failed to get their "meet" orders, and this was the first I knew that he really was the expert telegraph operator that his pay-roll description said he was. Durgin looked like a tortured ghost He was a thin, dark man with a sort of scattering beard and limp black hair; ode of the clearest-headed dispatchers In the bunch, and the very last man, you'd say, to get rattled in a tangle-up. Yet here he was, hunched in a chair at the car-record table In the corner, a staring-eyed, pallidfaced wreck, with the sweat standing In big drops on his forehead and his hands shaking as If he had the palsy. Morris, the relief man, gave us the particulars, such as they were, speaking in a hushed voice as If he was afraid of breaking in on Tarbell's steady rattling of the kw fci the Crow Gulch station call. "I Couldnt Get Rid of the idea That / He Was Listening." twelve, and Five's time at Crow Gulch was ten-eighteen. The Crow Gulch operator had just six minutes In which to get his mule and cover the rough mile down the gulch. There was nothing to do but wait, and the waiting was savage. Tarbell had a nerve of Iron, but I could see his hand shake as it lay on the glasstopped table. The boss was cool enough outwardly, but I knew that in his brain there was a heart-breaking picture of those two fast passenger trains rushing together in the night among the hills with no hint of warning to help them save themselves. Mr. Van Brih couldn't keep still. He had his hands jammed in the side pockets of his coat and was pacing back and forth in the little space between the train desk and the counter railing. At the different tables in the room the sounders were clicking away as If nothing were happening or due to happen, and above the spattering din and clatter you could hear the escapement of the big- standard-time clock on the wall, hammering out the seconds that might mean life or death to two or three hundred innocent people. In horrible suspense the six mtnutes pulled themselves out to an eternity for that little bunch of us In the dispatcher's office who could do nothing but wait. On the stroke of ten-eighteen, the time when Five wajt due at Crow Gulch on her schedule, Tarbell tuned his relay to catch the first faint tappings from the distant day-station. Another sounder was silent,-"- There was hope In the delay, and Morris voiced it. "He's there, and he's too busy to talk to us," he suggested, in a hushed voice; and Dlsbrow, the car-record man, added: "That's it; lt'd take a minute or two to get them In on the siding." The second minute passed, and then a third, and yet there was no word from Bertram. "Call him," snapped the boss to Tarbell, but before the excow- boy's hand could reach the key, the sounder began to rattle out a string of dots and dashes; ragged Morse it was, but we could all read It only too plainly. "Too late--mule threw me and I had to crawl and drag a game leg-- Flve^ passed full speed at ten-nlner teen--I couldn't make it" I saw the boss' hands shut up as though the finger nails would cut Into the palms. "That ends It," he said, with a sort of swearing groan in his voice; and then to Tarbell: "You may as well call Kirgan and tell him to order out the wrecking train. Then have Perkins make up a relief train while you're calling the doctors. Van Britt, you go and notify the hospital over your own office wire. Havfe my private car put into the relief, an f see trf it that it has all the neoessai supplies. And you'd better notify tb< undertakers, too." Great Joash! but it was horrlblefor us to be hustling around and making arrangements for the funeral while the people who were 'to be' gathered up and burled were still swinging along live and well, half of them in the crooklngs among the Timber Mountain foot-hills and the other half somewhere in the desert stretches b« low Sand Creek! Tarbell had sent Dlsbrow to the phone to call KHwan, and Mr. Van Britt was turjt»gjaway to go to his own office, wSen the chair in the corner by the car-record table fell over backVvards with a crash and Durgin came staggering across the room. He was staring straight ahead of him as If he had gone blind, and the sweat was running down his face to lose Itself In the straggling beard. When he spoke his voice seemed to come from away off somewhere, and he was still staring at the blank wall beyond the counter-railing. "f)ld I--did I hear somebody say you're sending for the undertakers?" he choked, with a dry rattle In his throat; and then, without waiting for an answer: "While you're at it, you'd better get one for me . . . there's the money to pay hlnj," and he tossed a thick roll of bank bills, wrapped around with a rubber band, over to Tarbell at ^ie train desk. Naturally, the little grand-stand play with the bank roll made a diversion, and that Is why the muffled crash eff a pistol shot came with a startling shock to everybody. When we turned to look, the mischief was done. Durgin had crumpled down into a misshapen heltp on the floor and the eight we saw was enough to make your blood run cold. J You see, he had put the muzzle of the pistol Into his ihouth, and--but It's no use ; I can't tell about it, and the very^thought of that thing that had just a minute before been a man, lying there on the floor makes me see. blacK and want to keel over. What he had said about sending for an extra undertaker was right as right. With the top of his head blown off, the poor devil didn't need anything more In this world except the burying. Somebody has said, mighty truthfully, that even a death in the family doesn't stop the common routine; that the things that have to be done will go grinding on, just the same, whether all of us live, or some of us die. Dlsbrow had jumped from the telephone at the crash of Durgln's shot, and for Just a second or so we all stood around the dead dispatcher, nobody making a move. Then Mr. Norcross came alive with a jerk, telling Dlsbrow to get back on his Job of calling out the wreck wagons and the relief train, and directing Bobby Kelso to go to another 'phone and call an undertaker to come and get Durgln's body. Tarbell turned back to the train desk to keep things from getting Into a worse tangle than they already were In, and to wait for the dreadful news, and the boss stood by hiui. This second watt promised to be the worst of all. The collision was due to happen mUes from the nearest wire station; the news, when we should get It, would probably be carried back to Bauxite Junction by the pusher engine which had gone out to try to overtake the "Flyer." But even in that case It might be an agonizing hour or more before we could bear anything. In a little while Dlsbrow had clicked in his call to Kirgan, and when the undertaker's wagon came to gather up what was left of the dead dispatcher, the car-record man was hurriedly writing oft his list of doctors, and Mr. Van Britt had gone down to superintend the making up of the relief train. True to his theory, which, among other things, laid down the * , that fight to be given all the tep|Mn a mil road disaster, Mr. Noip^M|| Was Just telling me to-call up tba' Mounta^ iieer office, when. Mferbell, calmly Inking time reports ipon the train sheet, flung down his pap and snatched at his key to "break'V the chattering sounder. Mr. Van Britt had come up-stalrs again, and he and the boss were both standing over Tarbell when the "G-S" break cleared the wire. Instantly there came a quick call, "G-S" "G-S" followed by the signature, "B-J" for Bauxite Junction. Tarbell answered, and then we all heard what Bauxite had to say: "Pusher overtook Number Four three miles west of Sand Creek and has brought her back here. What orders for her?"' Somebody groaned, "Oh, thank God!" and Mr. Vaif Britt dropped Into a chair as if he had been'hit by a cannon ball. Only the boss kept his head, calling out sharply to Dlsbrow to break off on the doctors' list and to hurry and stop Kirgan from getting away with the wrecking train. When It was all oyer, and Tarbell had been given charge of the dispatching while a hurry call was sent out for the night relief man, Donohue, to come down and take tile train desk, there was a little committee meeting In the general manager's office, with, the boss in the chair, and Mr. Van Britt sitting in for the other member. "Of course, you've drawn your own conclusions, Upton," the boss began, when he had asked me to shut the door.. * "I guess so," was the grave rejoinder. "I'm afraid It is only too plain that Durgin ,was hired to do it. What became of the money?" "I have It here," said the boss, and he took the blood-money bank-roll from his pocket and removed the rubber band. "Count it, Jlmmie," he ordered, passing it to me. I ran through the bunch. It was In twenties and fifties, and there was an even thousand dollars. "That is the price of a man's life," said Mr, Van Britt, soberly, and then i There Was an Evan Thousand Dollars. Mr. Norcross said, "Who knows anything about Durgin? Was he a married man?" Mr. Van Britt shook his head. "He had been married, but he and his wife didn't live together. He had no relatives here. I kneyr him In the southwest two years ago. He'd had domestic trouble of some kind, and didn't mix or mingle much with the other men. But he was a good dispatcher, and two months ago, when we had an openlhg here, I sent fo$ him.'* "You think there is no doubt but that he was bribed to put those trains together tonight?" "None in the least--only I wish we had a little better proof of It." "Where did he live?" "He boarded at Mrs. Chandler's, out on Cross street. Morris boards there, Ioo, I believe." The boss turned to me. "Jimmle, go and get Morris." ifiveti The and r*you would recognize the man H snuf&colored overcoat, if yotfj Id see Aim again?" . 4' •'Yes, I might; if tte.h#| a* the game Coat and hat." "That will do, then. Keep this thing to yQurself, and If the newspaper people come after you, send them to MrT Van Britt or to me." After Morris had gone, Mr. Van Britt shook his bead sort of savagely. "It's h--1, Graham!" he ripped out, bouncing to his feet and beginning to tramp up and down the room. "Tq think that'these devils would take the chance of murdering a lot of totally Innocent people to gain their end I What are you going to do about it?" "I don't know yet, Upton; but I am going to do something. This state of affairs can't go on. The simplest thing is for me to tlirow up the job and let the Short Line drop back into the old rut. Tin not sure that it wouldn't save a good many lives In the end if I should do it And yet It seems such a cowardly thing to doto resign under fire." Mr. Van Britt had his hand on the door-knob, and what he said made me warm to my finger-tips. "We're all standing by you, Graham ; all, you understand--to the last man and the last ditch. And you're not going to pitch It up; you're going to stay until you have thrown the harpoon into these high-binders, clear up to the hitchings. That's my prophecy. The trouble's over for tonight, and you'd better go up to the hotel and turn in. There is another day coming, or If there Isn't, It won't make any difference ts6 any <>< o*. Goodnight." , 'Ju '.'-..iuch " TU> Wtmm ff« * (Ml ft* T«ak E. Mrs. McCrae isn t a widow at (TO BE CONTINUED.) LAKE IS NATURAL WONDER Toomsboro, Ga.--"I suffered terribly With backache and headache all the timet iwasao weak and oarllWl I didn't know iwfeafetodat and eould 'not do my work. My i trouble waa deficient oda. kjTread' papers what Lytfia E/Ptnkhain's Vegetable Compound had done for others and decided to give it a ItriaL I got good 1 results from its oaa so that I am now aide to do my work.* I recommend yonr VegetableCompound to my friends who have troubles similar to nune and you may use these facta as a testimonial, "--Mrs. C.F. PmujfflL Toomsboro, Ga. ^ Weak, nervoua women make unhau homes, their condition irritates _ husband and children. It has bean said that nine-tenths of the nervous §restoration, nervous despondency, "the lues," irritability and backache arise from some displacement or derangement of a woman's system. Mrs. Philips' letter clearly shows that no other remedy is so successful in overcoming this condition as Lydia E. Pinkhank? Vegetable Compound. _ ^ ^ Yet so often wha^ glows in promise Is I carried the call and brought Mor- more than the* effervescence of fetid ideals. Men need the clean life, It offers nothing It cannot fulfill. Thet progress of It may be slow, but it rises to heights never reached by men of degraded mentality. You can reform the past if you think and do right. Step Into the forefront and lead men out of the present unrest into clean, nobl^ living that will exalt the nation. 'iiSs'su. f A flitiA *.fv««sis£ : £k •' 1 rls back with me. He was a cheerful, red-headed fellow, and everybody liked him. "It Isn't .a 'sweat-box' session, Morris," said the boss, quietly, when we came In and the relief operator sat down, sort of half scared, on the edge of a chair. "We want to know something more about Durgin. |}e roomed at your place, didn't he?' Morris admitted it, but said he'd never been very chummy with the dispatcher; that Durgin wasn't chummy with anybody. Then the boss went straight to the point, as he usually did. "You were present and saw all that happened in the other room. Can you tell us anything about that money?" pointing to the jptl6 of hills on my desk. Billy Morris wriggled himself Into a little better chair-hold. 'Nothing that would be worth telling, If things hadn't turned out Just as they have," he returned. "But now I guess I know. I left Mrs. Chandler's this evening about eleven o'clock to come on duty,, and Durgin was just ahead of me. Some fellow--a man in a snuff-colored overcoat and with a soft hat pulled down so that I couldn't see his face-- stopped Durgin on the sidewalk, and they talked together. "I didn't hear what was said, but I saw the overcoated man pass something to Durgin And saw Durgin put whatever It was into his pocket. Then the other man dodged and went away, and did it so quick that I didn't see which way he went or what became of him. Durgin must have run after he left the corner, for I didn't see anything more of him until I got to the office." "He was there wlien you came in?" It was Mr. Norcross who wanted to know. "Yes. He had his coat off and was at work on the train sheet I don't think Durgin left his chair. Or said anything to anybody until he jumped uy and began to walk the floor, taking "U Body of Water That Haa Many fie* markable Qualities Is Found In North Australia. Lake Eyre is one of the wonders oi the continent. The district Is actually below the level of the sea, yet in the near neighborhood of the lake are some fine springs of water that may be considered fresh in that cattle will drink from them. So, too, can drovers, though the water has a medicinal effect which prejudices them In their appraisal of Its value. In the center of the lake Is an island of rare beauty. A legend la that, many years ago, perhaps when the first droving party (Doctor Black's) took cattle through to the Northern territory, one of the more daring of the party of'white men, unheeding the warning of the blacks an "ol' man debll-debll" lived In the lake, and fed on men who ventured into the water, undertook to get to the island. He started away on horseback, but did not return. The blacks, who have mysterious means of communication, gave It out that his horse had made the island, where the animal was seen by some of them long after the cattle party had gone. That; proved the legend as far as they werd concerned. 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Women Proving More Polite. < , It Is not an uncommon sight now te see a young girl get up and offer her seat In the subway to an elderly woman, whose entrance has been Ignored by the male passengers. Such usually brings some blushing humble man to his feet with a stammering offer of "have my seat," but the climax waa reached the othe^ evening in an uptown restaurant when a middle-aged woman took a seat at the same table with one of her own sex, a stranger to her, and on finishing dinner politely Inquired: "Do you mind If I smoke?"--New Tbrk Sun. ' Preserving Mine Timber!. S'l A coating of magnesia cement OB the timbers of mines Is stated to be an economical and efficient assurance against fire, especially in the arid regions where the timber becomes highly Inflammable and is difficult to t* pfcc* • ^ ( .*+> ' Drufl 8tore Episode, v. v i , "How much is this perfum0**. "fifty cents a dram.** "Huh I Do you sell it by the'lftta&f* Don't worry about what a man ha> done; get busy and get,a line on what he Is going to do. * ' . « I Most men find it easier to get ta debt than to get out, but some are aa-" able to get In at all. I A man Is merely as dull as Ids poiit of view. '4 . s* m GENUINE BULL" .DURHAM tobacco makes 50 good cigarettes for 10c DONT If you are troubled with pains Of aches; feel tired; .have headacha, 4 indigestion, insomnia; painful passage of urine, you will find relief Had About Given Up Hope. A certain Dormont mother had occasion to scold her five-year-old son. the tad taking the call-down very much,, to heart. After the operation was^ f completed, son disappeared. His fall-f ure to reappear caused the mother to worry and she began looking about to locate the culprit. In the bathroom she found him. There he was, with the door closed, talking to himself.* "Johnny," the mother heard him say, "you are a bad boy. You are a very, very bad boy. You are too bad for this family and ought to be taken away. You are a disgrace; yob are a son-of-a-gun." That was enough for the mother. Soon there was a hugging match, and sonnle was assured that, he was none of the things he had been calling himself. Still, It took some time to con* vlnce him.--Pittsburgh Dispatch. T tllah Price Paid for VIolllT 1 *ery fine violin by Antonft». Stradivari, known In the musical, world as the "Mulr Mackenzie Strad," was sold for £1,700 at Messrs Puttick' and Simpson's. Dated 1694, the "Strad" is in excellent preservation. Purchased from Mr. Harrteon about 1896 by Lady Mulr Mackenzie, It was presented to Sir John Mulr Mackenzie, and thus derived its modern title. This instrument was at the longer and earlier type, writes a Dally Chronicle representative, and Lord Harrington sold one for £950. 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