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«u luu e»rcuas staMal. small «*>R I'LL •MOOT.»r «^MOP8I&-At Thomtoh "TibrtitM'* death hks son Robert learns tktn bu been a dark period in "Mm. tether's life which for almost thirty years hu caused him suffering. The secret is hinted at In a document left by the elder Fairohlld, which also Informs Robert he is now owner of a mining claim in Colorado, and advising him to •ee Henry Beamish, a lawyer. Beamish tells Robert his claim, a sliver mine, is at Ohadl, thirtyeight miles from Denver. He also warns him against a certain man, "Squint" Rodaine, his father's enemy. Robert decides to go to Ohadl. On the road to Ohadi from Denver Fairohild assists a girl apparently In a frenty of haate. to chnnjre * tire on her auto. When she has left, the sheriff and a posse mppear. in pursuit of a bandit. Fairchlld, bewildered, misleads them as to the direction the girl had taken. At Ohadi FVlrchild Is warmly greeted hy "Mother' Howard, boardinghouse keeper, for hla father's sake. Froea Mother Howard Falrchild !earas something of the mystery connected with the disappearance of "Sisste" lArsea, his father's coworker In the mine. He meets the girl he had assisted, but she denies ber identity. 8he Is Anita Richmond. Judge Richmond's daughter. Visiting his claim, Fairehfld is shadowed by a man he recognisos from descriptions as "Squint" Rodaine. Back In Ohadl, his father s old friend. Harry Harklns. a Cornishman, summoned from England by Beamish to help Fairehtld, halls htm with Joy. The pair find the mine flooded and have not sufficient funds to have it pumped dry. lAter in the day "Squint" Rodaine announces that he practically saw Harklns fall into the flooded mine, and evidently Is drowned. Harklns being a general favorite, the entire population turns out to clear the flooded mine. When the work Is practically done, Harry appears. It had been a shrewd trick, and the men take It as a good joke. Fairohild learns that Judge Richmond Is dying, and that he and Anita are in the power of the Rodaines. They begin, as partners, to work the mine. In their hearts both fear Larsen was killed by Thornton Fairchlld and his body buried try a cave-In which destroyed the mine. By Courtney Ryley Cooper Copyright by Uttle, Brow* A 0*. CHAPTER IX--Continued. I;:;" a?--; • W: - f.r -X - '• * 5^.- f t'-r ' From far away the drone of the caller sounded in a voice familiar, and Falrchild looked up'to see the narroweyed, scarred face of Squint Rodaine, •who was officiating at the wheel. He Met interest in the game; lackadaisically he placed the buttons on their squares as the numbers were shouted, finally to brush them all aside and desert the game. His hatred of the Rodaines had grown to a point where he could enjoy nothing with which they were connected, where he despised everything with which they had the remotest affiliation--excepting, ^ of course, one person. And as he rose, Falrchild' saw that she was just entering the dance hall. ».Only a moment he hesitated. Mauifre Rodaine, attired in a mauve frock 1 Mit and the inevitable accompanying beaver, had stopped to talk to some ope at the door. She stood alone, lookiag about the hall, toughing and nodding-- and then she looked at him! Vtoirchild did not wait. From the platform at the end of the Mg room the fiddles had begun to •|ueak, and the caller was shouting his announcements. Couples began to Hoe up on the flow. The caller's voice jgrew louder: ? "One more couple--then the dance Marts. One more couple, lady an* a One more--" Please!" Robert Fairchlld had leached her and was holding forth his hand, she looked up in half surprise, demurred. £•-, "But I don't know these old dances." 4 "Neither do I--or any other, for that • Matter," he confessed with sudden "But does that make any difference? Please !"* - She glanced quickly toward the • . door. Maurice Rodaine was still talk- *•>•/ I**. and Fairchlld saw a little gleam tome into her eyes--the gleaui that ./> ^<»hows when a woman decides to make : • JiOtne one pay for rudeness. ... Falrchlld's hand was still extended, • Again Anita Richmond glanced toward .iL.the door, chuckled to herself while Fairchlld watched the dimples that the merriment caused, and then--Falrchild forgot the fact that he was wearing hobnailed shoes and that his clothes were worn and old. He was going forward to take his place on the dance floor, and she was beside him! Some way, as through a hate, he saw her. Some way he realised that now and then his hand touched hers, and that once, as they whirled about the room, in obedience to the monarch on the fiddler's rostrum, his arm was about her waist, and her head touching -his shoulder. It made little difference whether the dance oil Is were obeyed __ after that, Fairchild was making up for all the years he had plodded, all • the years in which he had known noth- A Inj but a slow, grubbing life, living them all again and rightly. In the few swift moments of a dance. The music ended, and laughing they ( returned to the side of the hall. Out * of the haze he heard words, and knew indtstlnctly that they were his own: "Will--will you dance with me again tonight?" "Selfish!" she chided. "But will you?" ' ^ For just a moment ber eras grew serious. "Did you ever realize that we've never been Introduced?" , Falrchild was finding iaore conversation than be ever had believed possible. "No--but I realize that I don't care-- if you'll forgive It. I--believe that I'm a gentleman." "So do I--or I wouldn't have danced with you."<. "Then please--* "Pardon me." She had laid a hand on his arm for Just a moment, then hurried away. Fairchlld saw that she was approaching young Rodaine, scowling in the background. That person shot an angry remark at her as tfie approached and followed It with Streaming sentences. Falrchild knew the reason. Jealousy! Couples, reternlag from the dance floor, Jostiad P . - mm. against him, but he did not move. He was waiting--waiting for the outcome of the quarrel--and in a moment it came. Anita Richmond turned swiftly, her dark eyes ablaze, her pretty lips set and firm. She looked anxiously about her, sighted Falrchild, and then started toward him, while he advanced to meet her. "Yes," was her brief announcement. 'Til dance the next one with you." • "And tho next after that?" Again: "Selfish!" But Falrchild did not appear to hear. A third dance and a fourth, while in the Intervals Fairchikl's eyes sought out the sulky, sullen form of Maurice Rodaine, flattened against the wall, eyes evil, mouth a straight line, and the blackness of hate discoloring his face. It was as so much wine to Fairchild ; he felt himself really young for the first time in his life. And as the music started again, he once more turmtS to his companion. Only, however, to halt and whirl and stare in surprise. There had come a shout from the doorway, booming, commanding: ) " 'Ands up, everybody! And quick about it!" Some one laughed and jabbed his hands into the air. Another, quickly sensing a Staged surprise, followed the example. It was just the finishing touch necessary--the* old-time hold-up of the old-time dance. The "bandit" strode forward. "Out from be'toid that bar! Drop that gun!" he commanded of the whlteaproned attendant. "Out from that roulette wheel. Everybody line up! Quick--and there ain't no time for foolin'." • Chattering and laughing; they obeyed, the sheriff, nis star gleaming, standing out in front of them all, shivering in mock fright, his hands higher than any one's. The bandit, both revolvers leveled, stepped forward a foot or so, and again ordered speed. A bandanna handkerchief was wrapped about his head, concealing his hair and ears. A mask was over his eyes, supplemented by another bandanna, which, beginning at the bridge of his nose, flowed over his chin, cutting off1 ail possible chance of recognition. Only a second more he waited, then,: with a wave of the guns, shouted hisj command: "All right, everybody! Fro a decent fellow. Don't want much, but I want it quick! This 'ere's for the relief of widders and orphans. Make it sudden. Each one of you gents step out to the center of the room and leave five dollars. And step back when you've put it there. Ladies- stay .where you're at!" Again a laugh. Fairchild turned to his companion, as she nudged him. "There, it's your tura." Out to the center of the floor went Fairchlld, the rest of the victims laughing and chiding him. Back he came in mock fear, his hands in the air.- On down the line went the contributing men. Then the bandit rushed forward, gathered up the bills and gold pieces shoved them in his pockets, and whirled toward the door. "The purpose of this 'ere will be In the paper tomorrow," he announced. "And don't you foliojv me to find out! Back, there!" Two or three laughing men had started forward, among them a fiddler, who had joined the line, and who now rushed out in flaunting bravery, brandishing his violin as though to bala- tbe intruder. Again the command: "Back, there--get back !** Then the crowd recoiled. FTn&hes had come from the masked man's guns, the popping of electric light globes above and the showering of glass testifying to the fact that they had contained something more than mere wadding. Somewhat dazed, the fiddler con tinued his rush, suddenly to crumple and fall, while men milled and women screamed. A door slammed, the lock clicked, and the crowd rushed for the windows. The holdup had been real after all--Instead of a planned, joking affair. On the floor the fiddler lay gasping--and bleeding. And the bandit was gone. A»1 in a moment the dance hall seemed to have gone mad. Men were rushing about and shouting; panicstricken woineu clawed at one another and fought their way toward a freedom they could not gain. Windows crashed as forms hurtled against them screams sounded. Hurriedly, as the crowd massed thicker, Fairchlld raised the small forui of Auita in bis arms and carried her to a chair, far at one side. "It's all right now,*' he said, calming her. "Everything's over--look, they're helping the fiddler to his feet. Maybe he's not badly hurt. Everything's all right--" And then he straightened.- A man had unlocked the door from the outside and had rushed into the dance hall, excited, shouting. It wqs Maurice Rodaine. "I know who It was," he almost screamed. "I got a good look at hint-- jumped out of the window and almost headed him off. He took off his mask outside--and I saw him." You saw him--?" A hundred voice* shouted the question at once. 'Yes." Then Maurice Roilalne nodded straight toward Robert Falrchild. "The light was good, and 1 got a straight look at him. He was that fellow's partner--a Cornlshman they call Harry!" 'I don't believe It!" Anita Richmond exclaimed with conviction and clutched at Falrchild's arm. "I. don't believe It!" "I can't!" Robert answered. Then he turned to the accuser. "How could It be possible for Harry to be down here robbing a dance hall when he'e out working the mine?" "Working the mine?" This time It was the sheriff. "What's the necessity for a day aad night shift?" "We agreed upon it yestqMlay afternoon." "At whose suggestion** • - ? -; Tm not sute^-tffit I think It was mine." - "Young fellow," the sheriff had approached him now, "you'd better be certain about that. It looks to me that might be a pretty good excuse to give when a man can't produce an alibi. Anyway, the identification seems pretty complete. Then he turned to the crowd. "I want a couple of good men to go along with me as deputies." "I have a right to go." Fairchlld had stepped forward. "Certainly. But not as a deputy. Who wants to volunteer?" Half a dozen men came forward, and from them the sheriff chose two. Fairchlld turned to say good-by to Anita. In vain. Already Maurice Rodaine had escorted her, apparently against her will, to a far end of the dance hall, and ther* was quarreling with her. Falrchild hurried to join the sheriff and his two deputies, just starting out of the dance ball. Five minutes later they were in a motor car, chugging up Kentucky gulch. . Slowly, the motor car fighting against the grade, the trip was accomplished. Then the four men leaped "Ms Was That Fellow's Partner." And back came the from the machine at the last rise before the tunnel was reached and. three of them went forward afoot toward where a slight gleam of light came from the mouth of the Blue Poppy. The sheriff took the lead, at last to stop behind a boulder and to shout a command: "Hey jfta, in there." - " 'Ey yourself!" It- Harry's voice. Come out--and be quick about It. Hold your light in front of your face with both hands." "The 'ell I will! And 'oo's talking?" "Sheriff Adams of Clear Creek county. You've got one minute to Wme out--or I'll shoot." ; "I'm coining on the run!" • And almost Instantly the form of Hurry, his acetylene lamp lighting up bis bulbous, surprised countenance with Its spray like mustache, appeared at the mouth of the tunnel. What the bloody 'ell?" he gasped, as he looked into the muzzle of the revolver. From down the mountain side came the shout of one of the deputies : x "Sheriff! Looks like It's him, all right. I've found a horse down here --at! sweated up from running." "T!>at's about the answer." Sheriff Ac'.ams went forward and with a motion of his revolver sent Harry's hands into the air. "Let's see what you've got on you." A light gleamed below as an electric flash In the hands of -one of the deputies began an investigation of the surroundings. The sheriff, finishing his search of 'Arry's pockets, stepped back. Well," he demanded, "what did you do with the proceeds?" "The proceeds?" Harry stared blankly. "Of what?" "Quit your kiddtng, now. They've found your horse down there." "Wouldn't It be a good Idea--" Fairchild had cut in acridly-- "to save your accusations on this thing until you're a little surer of It? Harry hasn't any horse. If he's rented one, you ought to be able to find that out pretty .shortly." As if in answer, the sheriff turned and shouted a question down the mountain side. answer: "It's Doc Mason's. Must have ben stolen. Doc was at the dance." "I guess that settles It." The officer reached for his hip pocket. "Stick out your hands, Harry, while I put the cufffc on them." "But 'ow in bloody 'ell 'ave I been doing anything when I've been up 'ere working on the chiv wheel? 'Ow--?" "They say you held up the dance tonight and robbed us," Fairchlld cut In. Harry's face lost Its surprised look, to give way to a glance of keen questioning. "And do you say ItT" "I most certainly do not. 'Che Idea* titration was given by that honorable person known as Mr. Maurice Rodaine." „ "Oh! One thief Identifying another--" "Sheriff-!" AjpUa the voice from b* low. "Yeh t" " ' v?":*-'*-1 • MWe've tOTRf f cttftter tfowtr'here. Must have been made In a hurry--two new revolvers, bullets, a mask, a couple of new handkerchiefs and the money." Harry eyes grew wide. Then he stuck out his hands. "The evidence certainly is ptllf&g up!" he grunted. "I might as well save my talking for later." "That's a good Idea." The sheriff snapped the handcuffs Into place. Then Fairchild shut off the pumps and they started toward the machine. Back in Ohadi more news awaited them. Harry, if Harry had been the highwayman, had gone to no expense for his outfit. The combined general store and hardware emporium fit Gregg Brothers had been robbed' of the articles necessary for a disguise-- also the revolvers and their bullets. Robert Falrchild watched Harry placed In the solitary cell of the county Jail with a spirit that could not respond to the Cornlshman's grin and his assurances that morning would bring a righting of affairs. Four charges hung heavy above him: that of horse-stealing, of burglary, of highway robbery, and worse, the final assault with attempt to kill. Fairchlld turned wearily away; he could not find the Tiptimlsm to join Harry's cheerful announcement that it would be 44all right." The appearances were otherwise. Besides, up in the little hospital on the hill. Falrchild had seen lights gleaming as he entered the jail, and he knew that doctors were working there over the wounded body of the fiddler. Tired, heavy at heart, his earlier conquest of the night sodden and overshadowed now, he turned away from the cell and its optimistic occupant-^-out into the night. It was only a short walk to the hospital and Falrchild went there, to leave with at least a ray of hope. The probing operation had been completed; the fiddler would live, and at least the charge against Harry would not be one of murder. That was a thing for which to be thankful; but there was plenty to cause consternation, as Fairchild walked slowly down the dark, winding street toward the main thoroughfare. 'Without Harry, Falrchild now felt himself lost. Before the big, genial, eccentric Cornishman had come Into his life, he had believed, with some sort of divine ignorance, that he could carry out his ambitions by himself, with no knowledge of the tech nical details necessary to mining, with no previous history of the Blue Poppy to guide him, and with no help against the enemies who seemed everywhere. Now he saw that It was 1m possible. More, the incidents of the night showetf' how swiftly those enemies were working, how sharp and stiletto-llke their weapons. That Harry was innocent w«a -Certain-- to Robert Fairchild Looking back over it now, he could see how easily Fate had played into-! the hands of the Rodaines, If the Ro-~ dalnes had not possessed a deeper concern than merely to seise upon a happening and turn It to their own account. The highwayman was big. The highwayman talked with a "Cousin- Jack" accent--for all Cornlshmen are "Cousin Jacks" in the mining country. Those two features in themselves, Falrchild thought, as he stumbled along in the'darkness, were sufficient to start the scheming plot in the brain j of Maurice Rodaine, already dgly and evil through the trick played by Harry on his father and the rebuke that had come from Anita Richmond. It was an easy matter for hi'm to get the Inspiration, leap out of the window, ant) then wait until the robber had gone, that he might flare forth with hi* accusation. And after that--. Either Chance, or something strongs er, had done the rest. The finding of the stolen horse and the carelessly there • b^ Harry, once his case Went to trial. Down tne dark street the man wandered, his hands sunk deep in hla pockets, his head low between hla shoulders--only to suddenly galvanise into intensity, and to stop short thai he might hear again the voice which had come to him. At one side was a big house--a house whose occupants he knew Instinctively, for he had seen the shadow of a woman,-Jiands outstretched, as she passed the lightstrewn shade of a window on the second floor. More, he had heard her voice, supplemented by gruffer tones. And then it came again. It was pleading, and at the same time angered with the passion of a person approaching hysteria. A barking sentence answered her, something that Fairchlld could not understand. He left the old board sidewalk and crept to the porch that he might hear the better. Then every nerve within him Jangled, and the black of the darkness changed to red. The Rodaines were within; he had heard first the cold voice of the father, then the rasping tones of the son. In upbraiding More, there had come the sobbing of a woman; Instinctively Fairchild kaaw that H «u ^nitt B&hsMX^ JjHl then: It was her voice, high, screaming. Hysteria had come--the wild, racking hysteria of a person driven to the breaking point: "Leave this house--hear mel Leave this house! Can't you see that yorfw killing him? Don't you dare touch ftne leave this house! No--I won't be quiet--I won't--you're killing him, I tell you--!" And Fairchlld waited (or nothing more. A lunge, and he was on the veranda. One more spring and he had reached the door, to find it unlocked, to ihrow it wide and to leap Into the hall. Great steps, and he had cleared the stairs to the second floor. Dimly, as through a red screen, Fairchild saw the frightened face of Anita. Richmond, and on the landing, fronting him angrily, stood the two Rodaines. For a moment, Fairchlld disregarded them and turned to the sob* bing, disheveled little being In the doorway. "What's happened?" "They were threatening me--and father!" she. moaned. "But you shouldn't have come In---you shouldn't have--" - I heard you"scream. I couldn't help It. I heard you say they were killing your father--" • The girl looked anxiously toward an inner room, where Falrchild could see faintly the still figure of a man outlined under the covers of an old* fashioned four-poster. "They--they--got him excited. Be had another stroke. X--I couldn't stand It any longer." "You'd better get out," said Fairchild curtly to the Rodaines, with a suggestive motion toward the stairs. They hesitated a moment and Maurice seemed about to launch himself 'a? Robert, but his father laid a restraining hand on his arm. A step and the elder Rodaine hesitated. "I'm only going because of your father," he said gruffly, with a glance toward Anita. "I'm not going because--" "Oh, I know. Mr. Falrchild shouldn't have come to here. He shouldn't hate done It Tm sorry-- please go." Down the steps they went, the older man with his hand still on his son's arm; while, white-faced, Fairchild awaited Anita, who had suddenly sped past him into the sick-room, then was wearily returning. "Can I he'p you?" he asked at last. "Yes," came her rather cold answer, only to ba followed by a quickly whispered ^arglve me." And tfwa* Jhe Aviator ts Foroad by Easing Trouble to Detoea* to Earth in Far North. -- ONE FOR Set Up Moyie Camera to Oat Picture ef Wild Herd, but Changed Mind WNln Hwtdrtds ef Aet«n*la " '»f> Hov* in Sight. Dawson, Y. T.--Like a chapter from dramatic fiction reads the story of the experience of Clarence O. Prest, the aviator, while trying a flight across Yukon territory and Alaska. He flew with his moving-picture camera above * great herd of caribou and was forced to land In their midst. He slaughtered see to keep from startiiig The herd Is part of the great body of cariis M and Smooth jjjlrls today Cher's time s valuable f«cipet MPS for yoorcoqp^lexion wkh rain water and • pure soap." . 1 Tf" ^ COLGATE'S i?/' CaakmereBcraqpflftSoop The favorite perfumed •oap of three generation*. Large size, 23c Median, six*, to? fc'jS-P"? Sit'- Wi * MotiKeys. Craveth Wells, explorer, whlle"- tramplng la Malay jmigias, that the natives had trained (woks* •mall monkeys, to run up troea an4< (jplcfc coconuts for them. That Is Interesting booauae SI hap> pens far away. ?SL i But, shucks! In our country th^&~ monkeys' descendants have beei| trained to do "a heap sight" mors thait the broka. - You have noticed In a circus men* 'v agerie that the monkeys are just aar^V^ interested In us as we are In theap This is one of the reasons. A3-? 1 n •UlNMOniS rail • --1 Ifk«ft1 mmd SSTuZ ^.3': .* ' MANY OF US LIKE OLD SWASH Jority of Mankind Loafing to Be In Fact, the Majority Would Find an "Awful Grind.' "Tve farmed for 87 years," said Slwash Slltenborn, "and spent my time at grooming steers and coaxing tardy corn. I'm calloused now on hoof and hand and lame in back and mind; I'm w-eary of my square of land and this eternal grind. It's harrow, harness, haul and hitch, it's ham-! Life, rner, hoe and bay; it's plow, and pull,! and pack nnd pitch. It's pall, and ! plod; and pray! I've earned my time { on "That was the life!" he tells them all. " Twas busy, full and free; 'twas pep and go both spring and fall--it was the life for me! There's nothing like the farm, I swear, the pumpkins and the pens, the kicking colts and brindle mare, the meadows and the Mens! Search this old globe from head to heel no better job you'll find--but | this old almlesa loafing deal is sure an lawful grind!"--J. E. Tufft, la Tana m "They Were Threatening Me--< Fatherl" Faint Praise. Two youths had attended service In Kasy street, my day on beds of j a church on the west side the pastor down, so soon I'll turn my weary feet I of which bears the reputation of being toward softer times In town 1" |l>oth learned and eloquent. The Won* tfagi became louder--so tbat- they could be heard at the bottom of the stairs: "You can help me greatly-- simply by going and not creating any more of a disturbance.1* "But--" "Please go»" came the direct answer. "And please do not vent your spite on Mr. Rodaine and his son. I'm sure that they will act like gentlemen if you will. Tea shouldn't have rushed In here." "I heard yea screaming.. Miss Rich mondL" "I know,* came her answer, as Idly as ever. Then the door downstairs Herd er Caribou. bou which annually trek across the region near Dawson and Eagle. Prest had flown by a round-about way from San Bernardino, Cal^ to the Far North. Prest's own story of his experience is told In the following dispatch from Kagle to the Dawson Dally News: "Thirty minutes out of Eagle my engine bucked. I looked for a landing place and picked what looked like a level spot It was Nlggerhead Flat at the head of Deer creek, eight m'les iouth of Seventy-Mile river. I fixed the engine and noticed a couple of caribou. I set up my movie camera so as to get them. More of them were coming, so I began to see about taking off. Turning, I noticed 500 or COO caribou all around the airship and camera, and rushed expecting to find the camera ruined, but no damage was done. I got ready to take off but the ship went upon her nose in the soft going and broke the propeller. Killed a Caribou. "I had been debating about ktlttng one of the caribou, but the debate ended when the propeller broke, so I killed one with- my S&caltbqr P*«ol and butchered him with a pocket knife. "I was overhauling the motor when a puff of wind finished the job by turning the ship over on her back and breaking the radiator. So I, deserted the ship, stripped off the instruments and magneto, and started to pack down to the river. I got down with one load and saw I was not going to make it with the grub I had, so I cached everything and went back to the ship and slept In Its tail Sunday night. I had left my cempass In a cache nt the mouth of Ramey creek, so 1 started without It. I was further out than I thought. I did not pick up the trail and made a lot of unnecessary circles, climbing mountains for observation. It was raining steadily, but I had equipped myself with a small can of gasoline for starting fires. "My shoes and feet were giving out and I was afraid to lie down to sleep- Finally, I struck.the trail at Nlmrod hove In sight." „' i s ; » »" **•...fr* i Colored Man Falte Dead in Crap Came. Raeford, N. C.--Spumed by the dice when Ite "shot It all' at the end of a crap game, Jim Suggs, colored, fell dead as the dice betrayal him. The game lasted all night aria tne decision to "shoot It all" was made When the players were departing. Its stable, stock and sod, and banked them nnd caught this: ^ ,. I closed and the sound of steps came on So Slwash sold his ancient land. 1 an happened to come out Just behind ! Jhe vprandB ghe leaned close to him ' * " ' "What did you j to that » came her whls- . „ , pered words. "Please don't try to unj derstand anything I do In the future, ! Just go--please!" » - . And Falrchild obeyed- * tempting wad. He settled In a cozy | in u cheery, hopeful tone--the shack with not a tap to do. except to I referred to being the pas.or. sally forth and back, and smoke a answer the other cast one disapprove pipe or two. He gttts his mail at ten' ing look at his friend and dug his) o'clock, at one, and three, and five. 1 iuinds Into his pockets. Whereupon ] and drapes about the price of stock. : bis companion hastened to explain: | of hoQgy In the hive. He stops In at 1 "Well, of course, he reads his ser-1 the blacksmith shop, the lumber yard ! mons and liis delivery is poor, but [ and store, to tell the village clerk, or i gue; it tukes nerve to be a preacher!" teep, about the daya o< yonri • j--CHlcago S- "Your partner's In Jail, er not guilty?" Guilty huM P i l l Ic I ! \ » • r !1K Yoa caxrt fed so good but what §R will make 700 fed bettar. J 1 s t i p a t i o n <TO n COWTIWCBJW - . Baby Has SI* Grandmothers. Concord, N. H.--The little daughter of Mr. and Mrs. V. Roger Strong, has living grandmothers. They Include one grea t-great-gra tyluiother, three great-crsMlaotbera, uut two «rand. mothers. Bolt Starts First Known* Radio Fwe. New York.--A fire said to be the first ever recorded as being due to an amateur radio set was started at the height of a storm when lightning Struck apparatus placed near the win dow of an Sast side apartment house. The blase was quickly extinguished. Gives Pint of Blood for Quart of Rum. Washington, D. C.--Trading a pint of blood for $10, with which he bought a quart of liquor, George Brown, twenty- five years old, became gloriously In- ;d and landed in the city Balloon StoerlnQ. Drifting for miles In * free balloeB might seem to offer little prospect far a landing again on your own doorstep. But an accommodating air current and a little head work turned this trick f#C Junius P. Smith, of the army air sen* ice, at Langley field, Virginia. Hla experience is unique In llghter-than-air work. Carried off In one direction by the wind, the aeronaut ascended until he struck a calm. Figuring that the calm was caused by two strong alt currents moving In opposite directions, he threw out ballast, rose above the calm, caught the current moving swiftly In the direction opposite aad returned to his starting points ~. - m. Who First Licksd 8tam|^j9<,: ~ Dispute Is being waged as to the earliest postage stamp llcker. data Is put forward for James Chalmers ef Arborsth, Scotland, who submittedspecimens of adhesive postage stampa to a select committee of the bouse eC commona In 1834. Rowland Hill ts also credited with the invention, having aperlmented with glutinous washes IB 18BT. As Rowland Hill directed the British postal arrangement*, he waa probably the first maa to Uck a las post office stamp. 1 w Triumph In Right Beginnings. In contemplation If a man beglB certainties,' be shall end ta doubts, but If he wHl be content If begin with doubts, he shall sad H certainties.--Bacon. fesa. '8aat«BinlfSM« orAdaltAttf asi-p 'iwL* >sL'