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•fiBilk ¥ y, • *rifli. if. V . • ' r ' " : • ; ; - : \ : . . . ' ? ' - : " f I .THE McHENRV PLAINDEALER, McHENRT, ILL. W *f Sa€ THE HEART NIGHT Wl A STORY Of THE GREAT NORTH W£5TV Oy viNcie e. aoe ILLUSTRATIONS 6y COAlt&fc&R /vj/^\//3/^r /ow r^nn s*rr*A n ̂ vwo/v\j%4joaa*\+ I' copy/?/c/fr oy pod#, m£ad ano coriPAnr fc. \,y- "' rj&~- '•. „ !#*v* W:t Wk ir-*r-<X^ ' CHAPTER XXVI. --13-- The Spirit of the East. Company H, under Captain Donald son. they trotted, swiftly up with thi quickstep of hard-trained lnfantr> and stood in column of fours while the officers sought the head of af fairs. Daily promptly sent for thr young forest ranger, and in less thai, it takes In the telling these two keen wltted Westerners, the woodsmar and the soldier, were ready to grap pie with the enemy. Light-inarching kits were dumped upon the ground , and the hard-muscled men took, to the hills and the timber under quirk decisive orders. Two hours later wagons arrived with commissary sup plies and the smoky, blackened val ley took on a military air. It was a Titan struggle, and it waf Indicative of the force that has con qaered nature?1--the human atoms toil ing in semidarkness beneath th< threatening forest, choked by the smoke, flayed by the almost unbear able heat, menaced by the flames that at any moment might sweep here or there among the rocks and declivities of the uneven hills ankl cut off escape. That was the great danger they guarded against--the possibility of getting hemmed in. Guards were de­ tailed to watch the vanguards of the foe, to note the speed of the flames the lie of the timber, the lines that were likely to go fastest, following the different growths, but in the mysteri­ ous dusk and the silence of vast mingled sounds they were impotent and each man had to take care of him­ self. The mighty boom of falling patri­ archs of the forest, hoary with a thou sand years of age. crashing through obstructing branches, shook the earth each moment. With each such stii pendous fall wealth and world-ecofl- omy and prudence trembled at the sacrilege. It was a carnival of waste. * sacrifice of the gifts of God--and among all those who fought it witn heart and hand and brain there was none who knew its worldwide import so well, who lamented it so keenly as the lean, brown forest rangers whose special foe it was. "And to think a dozen miles of gov­ ernment trails would have prevented It!" cried the leader with an oath Out in the valleys beyond, the heavy smoke had obscured the setting sun entirely. Over the crest of the Coast Range it had spread up to the heav­ ens, drifted afar on the changing wind and all the diBtant valley of the Wil­ lamette knew that the forest fires , were burning in the hills. The papers throughout the state told of it that day, and it awakened , no more interest than would have at­ tended the announcement of a heavier run of salmon than "was usual in the Columbia. They were too oommon, those fires that sported with the national wealth each year, too much a part of every- lay life, and they did hot know that this was to be a marker of time in the coast country. Time was when they were unknown, these monsters of destruction--a long- past time it was, when those first for­ est rangers, the silent Red Men of the hills, had burned out the under­ brush each year so that a pony might go anywhere unhindered. The silent rangers had gone with the years--nfissed to the Hunting Grounds and the reservations, via civ­ ilization, and now the great timber had shed its dry foliage and its pitch, the little growths had sprung up sea- eon after season, the vines had crept between and a man might not pene­ trate the fastnesses without built trails. So Destiny took up the land and played with it that hot, dry August. All through the early hours of the long night they labored, dirty, black­ ened, tattered scarecrows of men, run­ ning here and there, digging like mad in the wide trench that was to stop the surface flames, sawing unceas­ ingly at the towering trees, while the guards brought twenty-minute tidings of the approaching fire. | High against the dun, smoke-light­ ened sky the dark canopy of the East Belt whispered and moaned as if in fear, and from time to time Sandry, a haggard, grim-lipped specter of a man, lifted his bloodshot eyes toward it. It was still his own, his future of the Dillingworth, despite the tangle of Hampden's threats, the unrecorded deed and the unfinished trail of the Yellow Pines at the south, and it pulled at his heart pathetically. There was still a stretch of almost RATTLERJS MUCH MALIGNED \_ Hated Reptile Not Nearly So Black as • He Has Been Painted by-Those Who Do Not Like Him. mpenetrable timber near the summit >f the big ridge which must be cut hrough before the flames reached it. >r all would be lost. "Shall we make it, John?" asked he owner desperately of Daily, who •an by in the smoke with wet rags to ie over the mouths of the men. "Ought to if the wind stays where t is." It was two o'clock and that hour in he sleeping world outside when all :he elements are at an ebb. Then, all suddenly. Destiny laughed. K.nd Destiny's laugh was a whooping wind that rose as the elemental ebb- .ide turned. Hell broke loose upon the land an<i heaven was not. Fire encompassed the world. Its increased -oar changed to the thunder of the spheres. It appalled the hearts of men, stayed ,tfeeir hands in fright. Al! throughout the darkness of rolling smoke wherfein they worked between the r/ging torrent and the East Belt that mighty voice commanded cessa­ tion. \ Instantaneously, without orders, as one man where there was no commu­ nication., save between those a few feet apart, they dropped their spades, their tattered blankets, their axes. They straightened from their labor, leaving the cross-cuts in the trunks. Here and there, above the solemn thunder hoarse voices began to call. It was the time to quit and they realized it instinctively. "Out! Out! Out!" they cried to each other in the duBk. "Get out! Get out!" Walter Sandry. working near the apex, of the pushing line, saw men be­ ginning to run past him back along the trench and the cutting. He li'fted des­ perate eyes to the ridge whose dim crest he could see between the boles, so near had they won to victory. Only a few more big pines, a dozen saplings, a scant few yards of trench and it would be done--the long lane of safety stretched across the neck of the East Belt! "Stop! Stop! Stop!" he cried with a great voice that came from the very depths of hist lungs with borrowed power. "Stand by me, meifr! For God's sake stand by!" He saw dim shapes falter, half turn toward him and start on. Again he raised his stentorian cry and flying figures halted a moment, stopped ag&bist their will by its compelling power. "I'm Johnny Eastern, all right, but I'm going to stay! Who'll stay with me?" Out of the dense obscurity came Col­ lins. a huge, fantastic figure, and stood beside him without a word. In the ten­ sion of the time Sandry reached out a hand and gripped the giant's shoul­ der. "A dozen men and we've won!" he cried. He saw the halting shapes turn, gather another, and another, retrace their steps and spring back into the darkness. Every man of them was western born and the taunt had gone home. He leaped himself for the handle of a saw sticking out from the bole of a 150-foot sugar pine and the whining song of the cross-cuts rose again under the dwarfing roar. Fourteen men had heard and an­ swered that call, and they were alone in the purgatory of heat and smoke. All the rest were running for their lives down the cleared fall toward the valley beyond the dip. From time to time Sandry glanced upward at the increasing light. The sugar pine fell with a rending roar, and with Harris, who, he saw for th^ first time, had been pulling with him. he ran to the next. He saw as he ran that one of the men. working like a fury to fell the Baplings, was Murphy, who had greet­ ed his pompous "Dillingworth" with such grinning irony in the old days. He had a moment's vague wonder at this odd stripe of humanity that could hold such prejudice, fight with Hamp­ den's men in savage enmity, to join their ranks later with happy irrespon­ sibility at the call of gold, and was still willing to turn back to fight with him on death's .brink, because he had returned their taunt of East and West. One by one, in silence, in a tension that drew the skin tight on their faces, they saw the It"*4 *«nnaining monarchs fall, the kindling saplings laid en earth, the trench, much narrower and shallower, creep upward to the ridge. Against tiipe. against--heat that scorched their bare arms and tortured their starting eyeballs, against a sti­ fling atmosphere that drove them1 nearer and nearer to the earth for breath, they drew'the last blade, sent the last big pine crashing toW&rd the north. ' The ridge was clear In the increas­ ing glow. "Now!" cried Sandry with the tri­ umph of a general on a victorious field, "now for the ridge and over!" But even as he dropped his saw and ran, calling his men, Collins' big voice came through the rolling smoke with the calm of finality. "Ain't no 'over.' It's a ninety-foot drop on to hard rock beyond that ridge." Sandry stopped in his tracks, his head cleared as if with a whiff of salt air by that call. The men had closed'in with the in­ stinct of their kind to be together in danger, as if so the danger were les­ sened. But the Easterner was undaunted. "Then we'll take to the East Belt." he cried, "even though it is a crown lire and coming fast, I think our trench will hold it." With all confidence he turned to the south. Instinctively the men had drawn in behind him. The neck of the East Belt was a wavering wall of flame. He whirled and glanced back along the fall and the trench. Long streamers of flame were licking across it. The half-looked-for had happened. The little bunch of fighters were hemmed in, ringed around by fire. Death faced them on every side. Then, as the owner sent a searching look to every quarter, he sprang for­ ward. "Here!" he cried, "here! Into it! Every man of you. In, 1 say!" At the crest of the sheer ridge an old, abandoned tunnel gaped in the gloom, a dim haven of refuge. Its mouth was overhung by vines, its re­ cess mysterious in the blackness. San­ dry sprang to its edge and turned back for the men to pass. They stood, a small, silent bunch, gazing in wordless consternation at the red canopy. Now how in hell did it get across the fall?" said Collins hoarsely. But one by one they stooped and entered the small black hole in the earth. It ran backward into the ridge, scarce the height of a tall man. lts^ floor uneven with the heaps of earth fallen from the jroof since some long- forgotten prospector had carved it out. Here for a moment they breathed more easily, standing close together, a sweating, panting, waiting mass of humanity. Sandry stood at the mouth, the last to enter. HeQooked out in hushed amaze at the unchained mad­ ness of the burning world. The great fire had reached its zenith. It came booming and roaring to. the fall and the trench. Its sound w£s indescrib­ able. The heat grew until the flesh on Sandry's arms and face rose in blis­ ters. A sheet of flame shot sheer across the tunnel's mouth. Smok* rolled into it and here and there a gasping breath ended in a moan There was no air to breathe. Like trapped animals the men jumped here tempts to pui me," said Sandry hoarsely. Raving and cursing, he backed away. More than one of the fourteen begged to be allowed to paBS, and one of the lumberjacks from Sacramento muttered deliriously of calling his bluff. But the awful moments dragged by and Sandry stood at the entrance. The flames passed all measurement of light and heat. He lost sight of the figures at his feet. He felt himself go­ ing out in the darkness. "S'letz," he muttered, "little S'letz--" When he came to himself again, men were crawling across him. He could breathe better and the light had les­ sened. He sat up, wincing at the mov­ ing of his scorched skin over the muscles underneath, crawled out with the rest and one by one they rose to their feet; The great timber of the East Belt farther down stood serried and green. The effort, had not been in vain. The holocaust was checked, the Belt was safe. Bac^t toward the north stretched a forest of tall, black spikes, picked out here and there by heavy spots of fire where fallen logs, dry and pitch-laden, burned steadily. The green canopy was gone, every vine and bit of brush, every sapling and fern. Only a thin edge still crackled and Snapped with streamers of flame along tjie trench. "Mr. Sandry," said Harris, the saw- filer, "if you're an Easterner I hope to God the breed fills up the country!" He extended a hand which Sandry grasped. 1 "An' me," said Murphy, his grimy features distorted in an expression of mingled gratitude and contrition, "I take it all back--every damn word I ever said against you, an' it's a long list." "Forget it," said Sandry. He was no longer Johnny Eastern. He had won his right to live and fight among them. "Is it over, Collins?" he asked, steadying his voice. "Over? Look yonder. Feel th' wind. It's changin' again. Th' fire's back- crawled toward the Siletz basin three miles, I'll bet, while we've ben savin' this end. We've only begun to fight." dry, still somewhat of s boy, par fled the yearning question. "Who would care?" be laughed wryly, "would you. Little Squaw?" The girl did not answer, but as she "turned away the ready mist sprang to her eyes and he reached a contrite hand to her shoulder. "Forgive me! 1 know you would!" It seemed to Siletz as the horror swept north and the men were lost for hours in the dim fastnesses, that something was about to happen. She felt a prescience of disaster which Coosnah shared, and they two stood apart for long spaces of time, silent, listening, |the muscles of each drawn taut. From time to time the great mongrel would squat upon hip haunches, lift his heavy muzzle toward the dun-smoke heavens and bay with a long-drawn, silver note that was the very acme of melancholy. And then came a dawn when no one came in for breakfast, when the sun, coming over the ridge to the east, was not visible. Only a pale light turned the heavy canopy to shadowed pearl. The three women waited in thqt silence which ever attends the waiters BABY HANDS STAY ARM OF THE UW Father Is Saved From Prison Term by Prattle of Child. -CROWD WINS PAROLE With Judge In Behalf of Prisoner -- 8omebody Passes the Hat and His Honor 8oowls and Then Contributes. CHAPTER XXVII. W f - r - c A J k , w I?-,;-"... m-M 8k* 41^:: w : ' f M « Rare, indeed, are wild creatures o( this continent which are capable ot causing the fear and respect that the rattlesnake causes. A big part of the fear is unfounded. He's dangerous, but there's DO use ot being frightened at him. In the first place, be usually gives you an unmis­ takable warning, a little buzzing hiss which he makes with his tail. He gives his warning with a set of shell-like rattles on the end of bis tall by which he is most easily dtstin guished from other snakes. It used to be a common belief that the snake added a rattle each year and that you could tell his age by the number of rattles. Now it is known that some­ times be will grow three rattles in a year and that old snakes sometimes lose a rattle or two. His color variej from yellowish brows to dark brown The snake is Just be'ore be shed# Ms skid • which may be two or three times a year When he makes an attack be doesn't "leap through the air." and he cannot strike farther than his own length, usually not that far. Since the common rattlesnake rarely grows be­ yond five (eet In length, you see his range is limited. Nor is he so hungry for human flesh as most per"ons would imagine. He s very well satisfied with bis diet ot mice, rats--yes and sometimes a squir rel or a rabble He eats enough mice and rats every year to make him the farmer's friend Instead of a bated enemy., Collins' Big Voice Came Through the Rolling Smoke. and there, feeling for an opening, a crevice to crawl into, away from the agony of heat and suffocation. And then they lost control of themselves. "My God" cried Murphy shrilly, "1 can't stand ut! Let me out an' I'll die an' get ut over!" He *£ame groping to the entrance, facing the increasing heat. His face was a madman's, his mouth open, his fingers'crooked like talons. But at the mouth, that was as the gate of hell, he met the Easterner,' a straight figure against the light beyond. "No," said Sandry sternly, "go back and lie down." "What?" he shrieked, "what? You damned Johnny! You tenderfoot! I'll--" And he flung himself forward. A smooth, black muzzle came forth and pushed its brazen menace into his face. "I'll shoot the first man that at- KNOWN AS FRIEND OF BIROS ' Point to Consider. "Dad," said the prodigal son. "now that I'm home again and have nad my fling, 1 m going to do something to make you proud of one." "All right, son.' answered toe cau­ tious father. "That s the way ror you to .aIk. but I will reserve my con gratuiatious until you mak* one point clear. , . "Well, <Jad?" "How much is this new venture oi yours gum* to cost me?' William Dutcher Remembered for His Unceasing Fight Against Their Enemies. in the American Magazine appeared an article about William Dutcber, who did more than any other American to awaken people to the cruelty and stu pldity or slaughtering beautiful and useful birds. He and others finally succeeded in having taws passed so tar-reaching that tuey changed the whole aspect of millinery. In the bard struggle Mr. Dutcher sacrificed hia health. Following is an extract from the article about bim: "Nothing ever tired or discouraged him. Ending a day's work in his of­ fice, be would jump on a train to go and do another harder day's work be­ fore midnight among the legislators at Albany. Politicians lived In terror of this bird crank.' The aigrette trade, which he fought from the first, spiked his guns when It could with a paid lobby. He got hard knocks and many defeats, but in liHO his efforts were crowned with fucceas wheu Uut The Shot in the Hilts. At camp they met a party, headed by the foreman, jiist starting out in search of them. Their absence had been discovered only when Daily, com­ ing in from the north, where his work had been laid out, had asked for San­ dry. At sight of him the three women sUtfrding together at the foot-log gave evidence, each in her way, of those emotions which the suspicion of his fate had stirred. On Ma's face was an unbounded pride that he had come through, a man of parts, abundantly able to caro for himself among a hardier crew. On Miss Ordway's there lay a vast relief, while Siletz played with the collar of her blue shirt with trembling fingers and moistened her dry lips. Sandry turned and looked up at the darkened east with a profound Joy. He swept his eyes north to where the red heaven flared and staggered to his office. "Three hours, ma," he croaked in a voice of warning, "only three hours sleep for all of us. If you give us longer I'll never forgive you." It was true, as Collins said, that they had only begun to fight. Through the hours, days, nights that followed the saving of the East Belt they took no note of time. Up along the blackened, devastated valley the soldiers moved their camp. Ma Daily sh^it'the cook-shack and suborned a wagon (o haul her big range up and deposit it alongside the camp stoves of Company H, where she dispensed coffee to her men and all others with impartial zeal. Miss OrtLway, her skirts tucked up from the contamination of the burned earth which rose in hot, black puffs at every moving foot, was compelled to help if she would hold that espionage over Siletz from which she hoped to realize her ambition. A bit ter hatred sharpened her blue eyes upon the girl, and she ached to seize her and tear out of her blouse that packet of proofs. She was angered at herself that all her cleverness had failed to recover them before this. So the hours passed with smoke and heat and a sun llkti a copper shield Men came and went in relays, sleeping upon the ground for short shifts, rig idly apportioned and observed. The flood of flame, rumver after an arrant wind, had piled its forces in leaping billows in among the northern hills. It seemed a thing of irresistible might, but the toilworn men hung to Its flank with a dogged persistence, emboldened and encouraged by the success on the east ridge. Sandry, limping painfully, and hag­ gard as a ghost, stuck with the van­ guard despite Ma's commands and Daily's warnings. At each fresh sight of his face the girl Siletz was wrung with anguish. It seemed as if he could bear no more and yet the spirit in him drove him on. Once she ventured a timid protest. "What is the timber wortb, if you die?" she asked plaintively, and San- ptre state passed the plumage law for­ bidding the sale ot 'the white bauge of cruelty.' "He never wearied of preaching the great value of insectivorous birds to agriculture; yet the farmers and fruit grower^ of the United States probably never will realize bow much bis labors benefited them. He cared not a feath er's weight who got the glory for any of bis work, so long as it was accom plisbed. Even the millinery dealers and the 'game bog,' while they fought his reforms, admitted his unselfish­ ness. There was nothing he would not do for anyone who showed the 8ht Felt a Prescience of Disaster Which Coosnah 8hared. slightest lnte.est in bis bobb: >we< T" Was Thinker, Not Talksr. Customer--"lve been cheated. I thought vou said this parrot was a remarkable bltd." Bird Fancier-- "Yes, sir. Wiiat 1 said was tl.at be bad been brojght up in the company of learned men. and was full of phi­ losophy and scholarship. Of course, be don't talk. Mere idle words have no attraction for him 3ut he's a re- m*tkable parrot beciMise lt«s * great , Utlakwr." for men who face danger. They were used to the silence, for there was no accord between them. Ma Daily had long ago shut this "bird o' th' earth" out of her good heart and Siletz hated her with the fury of the woman whose mate is threatened. At last a solitnry Indian cams down the valley, running, his mouth foil of excitement and dolorous predfctlon. The whole of the Siletz would it was the wrath of the Oriwt $$trtt turned loose uyon a wicV«*^ world. It was the Judgment, 'tfhere was nothing like it. He fell into jargon and re­ verted to the ancient g"ds, and Siletz checked him sternly. "What do you mean, ^uanna?" she said, "have you forgottflW the Preacher and th* Bible? There M only one God and he holds us in thd hollow of his hand. It is not the deftt^uction of the world. It will stop. What more has happened, and where la Sandry of the camp 7'* Everything had hatf&ened. The whole country was afire. Not only a ridge or two, a valley if between, as it had been here, a day, ttti days back, but ridge after ridge, vall?y after val­ ley--the world, the earth, tie heavefls. Sandry was somewhere up feshind the Hog Back. For a moment the girl talked «ut across the slough, lying llkQ a dtt*.y ribbon between its gray aiiA wllt-Wl banks. Then she turned troubled eytti to the general. "Mother," she said, "I know tt oo^r. There's danger to Sandry, and I'ja go­ ing." "Child, you're wrong this time. Lan­ dry's a man. Well as you know Cfc' hills I can't let you go. I forbid it"* They faced each other a mom<£tt while Siletz tossed back her br&laa and tightened her belt. "I'm going," she said quietly. Ma Dally, who had raised her, said no more; but as she turned to the stove aimlessly--as was her wont in evei? time of tritfl, there was a deeper llisfe about her tremulous old mouth. Swift as the wind the girl ran dovn the valley toward the deserted carat*. Miss Ordway watched her and agalnrt her will, drawn by some subtle excite­ ment, some urging power, she, too, gathered her skirts and began to run across the puffing ashes. At the lean- to she came upon the other just lead­ ing out Black Bolt, a shining beauty, eager for the turf. "I'm going too," panted Poppy, reaching for a bridle that hung behind the bay. (TO B'TJ CONTINUED.) His Part. * Officer--"^our horse sterns very familiar to me, ( Higgins." Private-- "I don't wonder, 'sir, seeing the times he brought you from the club. Why, you've kissed 'lm before you went up the steps." Motorcyclist Riding Nightmare. C. H. Sargent, a motorcycle racer of IndianapoXis. suffered a broken lug in a race at Vtncennes. Labor day. and was in the hospital tLore for sev­ eral Wbeks. He had a bad night shortly after be­ ing taken to the hospital. The ward was quiet when' the whole htspltvl was startibd by hearing Sargent yell: "Hold her, Ntlwt, hold her!" a oftch saying among motorcyclists when a machine seems to be going too fast for the rider. One of the internes came rushing in, fearful that Sargent would fall out of bed. When he reached Sargent the latter was lying comfortably with a rather foolish look 6n hie face. "Did you call?" asked thp Interne. "Why, no," said Sargent, "but I could use a drink of water." ^ ,• American Linotype to Africa. The first American linotype machine has recently arrived in -TrJpoll, Af­ rica. and been installed bp La Nuora Italia, tli* only a«wojA»ar to Ow iWlGBJ* Kansas City, Mo.--A pair of baby hands reached out and stayed the arm of the law Just before It thrust Ar­ thur Beeson into the penitentiary for three years. The hands belonged to Baby Beeson, aged eighteen months, who sat upon his mother's lap during the trial of his father. Beeson, who is an expert handler of horses, took a horse from the pasture of Herman Vogel, near Independence. He sold the animal and went to Dea Moines, where he worked steadily un­ til his arrest. Beeson attracted little attention in the courtrobm. But every one not otherwise engaged' was look­ ing at or playing with Baby Beeson. "Three years," said Judge Latshaw. The prisoner hung his head and fol­ lowed the officer In charge. Went on Prattling. Baby Beeson's mother blanched. Ba­ by Beeson reached out his hands to a new-found friend and went on prat­ tling. That was too much for the at­ taches of the court. They had seen many men slink into the room behind the jury box and pass down the long corridor and stairway of the jail--the way that leads finally to the peniten­ tiary. A newspaper man went down to the jail to talk to the prisoner. Then he came, back and talked to the crowd In the courtroom, which awaited the call- lpg of the next trial. A dozen l^men went to talk to Judge Latshaw'. ^Some­ body else passed the hat. The Judge said something about the general "orneryness" of horse steal­ ing. Outside the Judge's chambers the dimes and quarters and half dollars and dollars were clinking as they dropped into the hat. Up In the front of the courtroom Baby Beeson was holding a levee and Mother Beeson Sat Upon His Mother's Lap During ths Trial. was trying hard not to let anyone see that she was crying. "But the baby," pleaded the delega­ tion. "Ail right, get him a job and I'll parole him," said the judge. Dignity la Forgotten. "Good boy, Judge!" shouted some one Who had forgotten the dignity of the court. The Judge scowled and slipped into the hand of a deputy marshal "some­ thing for the hat." Lee Nevlns, one of the marshal's force, wired to Des Moines at his own expense to see if Beeson could have his former position back. During the afternoon a message came from Beeson's former employer In Des Moines. It said that there is no work for him now but that as soon as a place can be found be may come on. The marshal's force offered to pay Beeson's way to Des Moines. "Better get him something to do here. I'll let him out aB soon as you do," suggested Judge Latshaw. ONE LOOK AT BRIDE ENOUGH Riley Had .Corresponded, but Fled When He Slaw Nevada Woman Get Off Train. Kansas City.--When Timothy Riley, farmer, got one look at his bride-to-be the romance was "busted." Riley drove his brand new farm wagon up in front of the Union station, hitched the team and then stood guard at the exit door. He wore a red carnation, by which ffign the bride-to-be was to know him, all the love-making having been done by The bride, who was to have come, from Nevada, was to wear a Palm Beach suit. A few moments later a Palm Beach nished with numerous boxes idloB, hove In sight. Riley took , snatched the carnation from inhole and fled. The brlde-to- ired to be fully twenty years ,n he, which probably was the for his hasty flight. Burned as He 8lepL Wis.--Harry Bopkera fell a chair near the stove in the livery. One leg waft so'near that it became ignited as h* It was partly consumed before Soke. Bookers hobbled to a tub of w&fcr and extinguished the bias* The leg was of wood. HAVE ROSY CHEEKS AND FEEL FRESH /jjp. A DAISY--TRY THIS! Bays glass of hot water with phosphate before breakfafVt washes out poisons. To see the tinge of healthy.- bloom In your face, to see your skin get clearer and clearer, to wake up with- out a headache, backache, coated tongue or a nasty breath, in fact to feel your best, day in and day out, just try inside-bathing every morning for one week. Before breakfast each day, drink ft fclass of real hot water with a tea spoonful of limestone phosphate In It *s a harmless means of washing from the stomach, liver, kidneys and bowels the previous day's indigestible waste, sour bile and toxins; thus cleansing, sweetening and purifying the entire alimentary canal before putting more food into the stomach. The action of hot water and limestone phosphate on an empty stomach is wonderfully In­ vigorating. It cleans out all the sour fermentations, gases and acidity and gives one a splendid appetite for breakfast., A quarter pound of limestone phos­ phate will cost very little at your drug- glut or general store, but is sufficient to demonstrate that just as soap arid hot water cleanses, sweetens and freshens the skin, so hot water and limestone phosphate act on the blood and internal organs. Those who are subject to constipation, bilious attacks, acid stomach, rheumatic twinges, also those whose skin is sallow and com­ plexion pallid, are assured that one week of inside-bathing will have them' both looking and Reeling better in ev­ ery way.--Adv. Genius and common sense blended usually spell success. TAKE A GLASS OF SALTS WHEN BLADDER BOTHERS Harmless to Flush Kidneys and New* tralize Irritating Acids--Splendid for the 8ystem. Kidney and Bladder weakness result from uric acid, says a noted authority. The kidneys filter this acid from the blood and pass it on to the bladder, where it often remains to Irritate and inflame, causing a burning, schlding sensation, or setting up an irritation at the neck of the bladder, obliging you to seek relief two or three times during the night. The sufferer is in constant dread," the water passes sometimes with a scalding sensation and is very profuse; again, there difficulty in avoiding it. Bladder weakness, most folks call It, because they can't control urina­ tion. While it is extremely annoying and sometimes very painful, this Is really one cf the most simple ailments to overcome. Get about four ounces of Jad Salts from your pharmacist and take a tablespoonful In a ^lhss of water before breakfast, continue this for two or three days. This will neo> tralize the acids in the urine so it no longer is a source of irritation to the bladder and urinary organs which then act normally again. Jad Salts is inexpensive, harmless, and is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, combined with llthia, and is used by thousands of folks who are subject to urinary disorders caused by uric acid irritation. Jad Salts is splendid for kidneys and causes no bad effects whatever. Here you have a pleasant, efferves­ cent lithia-water drink, which quickly relieves bl&dder trouble.--Adv. Frequently a man thinks he is char* itable because he gives advice. RECIPE FOR GRAY HAIR. To half pint of water add 1 oz. Bay Rum, a •mall box of Barho Compound, and H oz. oi glycerine. Apply to the hair twice * week until it becomes the desired shaile. Anydin^ fist An put this up or you can mix it w ome at very little cost. It will gradually darken streaked, faded gray hair, and moves dandruff. It is excellent for failing hair and will make harsh hair soft and glossy. It will not color the scalp, is not sticky or greasy, ami does not rub oil---Adv. The bamboo tre«« flowers one* In every fifty years. * To Prevent The Grip Oolds came Grip -- Luiatlre Bromo Quinine mores tiie ean8n. Tb^re is onlj one firont Qalaine." & W. GROVBtt signature on box. tte. Marriage is both an illusion and disillusion. Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets are the original little' liver pills put up 40 years ago. They regulate liver and bowels.--Adv. Bavaria has rich graphite deposits. I cross, . give feverish, constipated, "California "^hip of Figs." slh is? A laxative today saves a sick child tomorrow. Children simply will not take the time from play to empty their bowels, which become clogged up with waste, liver gets sluggish; stomach sour. ' Look at the tongue, mother! If coat­ ed, or your child is listless, cross, fev­ erish, bceath bad, restless, doesn't eat heartily, full of cold or has sore throat or any other children's ailment, give% teaspoonful of "California Syrup at Figs," then don't worry, because it 2s perfectly harmless, and In a few houm all this constipation poison, sour blls and fermenting wasto will gently move out of the bowels, and you havi a well, playful child again. A tho^ ough "inside cleansing" is ofttimes alL that is necessary. It should be ths first treatment given in any sickness Beware of counterfeit fig syrupi. Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle e( "California Syrup of Figs/' which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. New Zealand has 25,000,000 fchesp»