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It’s all planned safe and sure. As for killing that buck-come to think or it. killing is what he needs. He’s away to good for this world of woe anyhow. His dropping out won’t be the only secret the old Limberlost has never told. It’s too dead "easy to make it lookfihkelueheuxxitakethetiunxnrand then cut. Why, he’s played right into our hands. He was here at the swamp all last night and back again In an hour or so. VVhen vve get our [nan worked out even old tool Duncan won’t lift a finger to look for his car- cuss.” and olive cheeks and made his splen~ did May I put a bunch of red flow- ers on you?” mad mung me trees we came ror. our. I’m cursed 11 1 want blood on my hands." “Lariat Bill used always to have a bunch of red flowers in his shirt pock- et. and the red lit up his dark eyes "My. but you’re tall!" she gurgled. “Do you suppose I will ever grow to reach your shoulders? the charmed. fluttering bird. and the angel was the snake. “Well, I rather was!” he cried. The angel drew a deep breath and looked him over rapturously. “Oh. goodylf' she cried. tilting on her toes. “I’ll ask the girls to come to see. but they needn’t stick in. We can get along without them. can’t we?” Jack leaned toward her. He was “Yes.” he said. and the. glance he shot at the men was of sndh a nature that no one saw fit even to change countenance. The angel was looking straight into Jack’s face. coarse and hardened with sin and careless living. which was now taking on a wholly different ex- pression. The evil. lines of it were softening and fading out under her clear gaze. A dull red flamed into his bronze cheeks. and his eyes were grow- ing brightly tender. “Well.” said the angel winsomely, “1 know what I just wish you’d do. 1 wish you would let your hair grow a little longer. Then wear a blue flannel shirt 3 little open at the throat. a red tie and a bread bummed felt hat and ride past my house of evenings. I'm always at home then and almost al- ways on the veranda. and. oh. but 1 would like to see you! Will you do #150? flu- can?” “I'll tell you what!" exclaimed flu angel. “I’d just love to see you on horseback. Nothing sets a handsome man off so splendidly. Do you ride?” “Yes.” said Jack. and his eyes were burning on the angel as it he would fathom the depths of her soul. With one accord the other men focused on Black Jack and for the first time realized that he was a superb speciman or manhood. for he stood six feet tall. was broad. well rounded and had dark. even skin. big black eyes and full red lips. wear that makes half their looks. It you were properly dressed you could break the heart of the prettiest girl in the country.” THE ANGEL GOES FOB m. “ SEE now you aren’t the same man.” said the angel. “You know. we were in Colorado last year. and there was a cowboy that was the handsomut man about. He’d come riding into town every night. and all we girls just adored hlml Oh. but be was a beauty! I thought at first glance you were really be. but I see now he wasn’t nearly so tall nor so broad as you and only half as handsome. The men burst into a roar of laugh- ter. and Jack flushed crimson. The an- gel joined in the laugh. “Well. I’ll leave it to you! Isn’t he handsome?” she challenged. “As for that cowboy’s face. it couldn't be com- pared with yours. The only trouble with you is that your clothes are spoil- ing you. It’s the dress those cowboys “Oh. I almost thought that you were a ghost!" she cried. “But I see now that you are really and truly. Were you ever in Colorado?” leo.,l said Jack. “My. how interesting!” she cried. “I don’t know a thing about timber, but my father wants me to learn about just everything I can. I am going to ask him to let me come here and watch you until I know enough to boss a gang myself. Do you like to cut trees. gentlemen?" she asked of the men with angelic sweetness. home UK them 100580 1001183 8.110 some grinned. but one managed to say that they did. Then the angel’s eyes turned full on Black Jack. and she 3;;1 ve the most beautiful little start of as'onishment. “It’s a golden oak,” said Freckles. “Like those they make dining tables anqisldeboards out of?" A couple or men stepp carefully lighted the case. FR EC/(L [is CHAPTER XV. Stenped out Freckles‘ eyes popped. and he wheez- ed for breath. Be wished that the earth would open and swallow mm up. Was be dead or alive? Since his an- gel had set eyes on Black Jack she had never even glanced his way. Was she completely bewitched? Would she throw herself at the man’s feet before them all? Couldn't she give him even one thought? Hadn’t she seen he was gagged and bound? Did she truly think that these were McLean's men? Why. she couldn’t. It was only a few days ago that she had been near enough this man and angry enough with him to peel the hat from his head with a shot. Suddenly a thing she had jestlngly said to him one day came back with startling force. “You must take angels on trust." Of course you must! She was his angel. She must have seen. His life and. what was far worse. her own were in her hands. There was nothing he could do but trust her. Surely she was working out some nlan. “Freckles! Freckles!" came the an 221’s impatient voice. nearer and near ”1‘ “No. he leaves lying to your sort.‘ snapped Black Javk as he undid the rope and pitched it across tne room. "Remember that you‘re (‘OVE‘I‘Bd every move you make. my buck." ne caution “He ain't lying.” volunteered Wess- tuer. “1 saw that tree covered with butteme and him Watf'him: around it when we were spying on aim yes terday." “Yes." said Freckles. "but I found a tree covered with butterflies and things along the east the yesterday that I thought the Bird Woman would want extra. and I went to town for her last night. She said she'd come soon. but she didn't say when. I take care of the girl while the Bird Worn an works. Untie the quick until she is gone. I’ll try to send her back and then you can go on with your dir ty work." “They ain’t due here for five days yet." said Wessner. “We got on to that last week." “It’s the girl the Bird Woman takes about with her." whispered Freckles through dry. swollen ups. “Say quick. what’s that. or it’s up with you right now and whoever that is with you?" Black Jack whipped out a revolver and snatched the gag from Freckles' mouth. “Freckles! Freckles! 0h. Freckles!” the voice of the angel came call- ing. Freckles swayed forward and wrenched at the rope until it cut deep ly into his body. “Thank you for that. O God? whispered Freckles. “"I‘was mort than kind of you. and I don't s’pose I ought to be wanting anything more but if you can. oh. i wish I could know before this ends it 'twas me mother”- Freckles could not even whisper the words. for he hesitated a second and endedâ€"“11' 'twas me mother am it!" { ange'. She was quite a distaan , away. but he could see her white lip: and wide. angry eyes. Last week he had taken her and thI Bird Woman across the swamp oven the path he followed in going in Iron his room to the chicken tree. He had told them last night that the butterfly tree was on the line close to this path In figuring on their not coming thai day he failed to reckon with the en thusiasm or the Bird Woman. They must be there for the study. and tht angel had risked crossing the swam: in search of him. Or was there some thing in his room they needed? The blood surged in his ears like the roar of the Limberlost in the wrath of a storm. He looked again. and it had been a dream. She was not there. Had she been? For his life Freckles could not tell whether he had really seen the angel or whether his strained sense: had played him the most cruel trick 01 all. Or was it not the kindest? No“ he could die with the vision or be! lovely face fresh with him. ‘ did it matter what they did to his body it by some scheme of the devil thev could compass his disgrace? Then hope suddenly rose high in Freckles‘ breast. They could not do that. The angel would rut believe Neither would McLean. He would keep up his courage. Kill him they could; dishonor him they could not. Yet. summon all the fortitude he might, that saw eating into the tret rasped his nerves worse and worse With whirling brain he gazed ofl' inta the Limberlost. searching for some thing. he knew not what. and in blank horror found his eyes fastened on the The sweat broke out on Freckles‘ forehead He tugged at the ropes whenever he felt that he dared. but they were passed about the tree and his body several times and knotted on his chest. He resolved that he would bear in mind what he had once heard the Bird Woman say. He would go out bonnily. Never would he let them see if he grew afraid. After all. what Duncan was on his way to the south camp. and the Bird Woman had said she would come as soon as she could. After the fatigue of the party it was useless to expect her and the angel today, and God save them from com- the south camp. The boss could noi possibly come before tomorrow. and there would be no tomorrow for him. There was rho hope ofitfichean's coming. They had chosen a day when they knew he had a big contract at not only after this one tree. but many. and with his body it was their plan to kill his honor. To brand him a thief. like them. before the angel. the Bird Woman. the dear boss and fl Duncansi Freckles’ body sagged against the ropes in sick despair. Carter’s 5 Little Liver Pills. f m “unlit“ “max. 25% ’leetyvecemle. «:ch The Implication of this statement was so gratifying to Black Jack that he seemed again to expand and take on {amass baron: their vex-v eves. “Oh. stop your nonsense!" she cried. “I’m not afraidâ€"not in the least!" Freckles turned to Jack lmploringly. “You tell her!” he pleaded. “Tell her to go by the trail. She will for you.” . “It's mighty risky for you to be crossing the swamp alone." he said. “I know it’s a little farther. but it’s begging you I am to be going back by the trail." ' The angel laughed merrily. QAMIW ABSOLUTE SEBUHITY; will come here hunting me next. for she is busy today. What did I come here for anyway?” She glanced lnquiringly about. and several of the men laughed Oh. the delight of it! She had forgot her er- rand for him! Jack had a second in- crease in height. The angel glanced helplessly about as if seeking a clew. Then her eyes fell. as if by accident. on Freckles Freckles was quaking. What was to come next? . ’ . 7 As the angel stepped back from Jack she turned her head to one side and peered up at him. just as Freckles had seen the little yellow fellow do on the line a hundred times. and said: “Well. that does the trick! Isn’t that fine? See how it sets him 01!. boys! Don’t you forget the tie is to be red and the urst ride soon. 1 can't wan very long Now I must go. The Bird Woman will be ready to start. and she Freckles broke Into a. sweat of agony. He had said she would be safe in a herd of howling savages. Would she? If Black'Jack even made a mo- tion toward touching her Freckles knew that from somewhere he would muster the strength to kill him. He mentally measured the distance to where his: club lay and set his muscles for a spring But. no! The big fellow was baring his head with a hand that was unsteady. The angel pulled one of the long silver pins from her hat and fastened her flowers securely. dered Freckles. As she reached for the knife her back was one second toward the men. She looked into his eyes and deliber- ately winked. She severed the stems. tossed the knife back to Freckles and. walking up to Jack. laid the flowers over his sticky.” she said. "I can’t? Mei]; t_hem_. Â¥Lend me your knife.” she or. The angel knelt bwide his flower- bed and recklessly tore up by the roots 3 big bunch of toxflre. Such is the opinion of all persons Who have really tried Zam-Buk. 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In less than a month it. was “A sample of Zen-Bu]: was one day given to me, and I used it. Although the quantity was so small. it seemed to do me some good, so I purchased a (gther supply. Hrs. Wilson, 110 Wicksern Toronto, says: “ About four years ago a sore spot appeared on the right side of my face. This spot increased in size until it became about half an inch in diameter and very painful. I went to a doctor, hut the ointment he gave me did not have any good eflect. The sore continued to dis- charge freely, and was most painful. I had it cauterized, tried poultices and all kinds of salves, but it. was no good, and I continued to suite:- trom it for (our years! Ave.) you’d best do it." 7*, _ .3â€" VJ uâ€"v “u“ The angel hesitated. One last glance at Freckles showed her the agony in his eyes. She would follow the trail. “All right." she said. giving Jack a killing glance. “If you say so I’ll go back by the trail to please you. Good- by. everybody.” _ She lifted the bushes and started for the entrance. “Stop her!" growled Wessner. “Keep her till we’re loaded anyhow. Can’t you see that when chic out... I- o......: Must Bear signature of See Fae-Skulls Wrapper Below. .. M m no son: mun YEARS meyié‘gS‘?”-‘€§§“Sé?:;‘i 13:: p333]: '-â€"' ‘ word for it. m‘ws. He knows the old “ll-BUR HA8 BELLE!) m I swamp better than any or us. except ._._.. me. and if he says go by the trail -77 _ cw... ‘ _ A â€"â€" 7 THE LINDSAY POST Genuine FOR manual, EBB IIIIZIIESS. FOB ”HORNE“: FOB TORPID “YER. FBI BfllS‘l'lPATIOK FBI SALLBVI SKIN: FOB WE BOMPLEXIOI 9:9 so tough and At last she lifted her head. Surely it could not be more than a mile now. She had covered two or corduroy and at least three of pike, and it was only six in all. She was reeling in the saddle. Ibrt she gripped the bars with new energy and raced desperately. The sun blistered down on her bare head and hands. Just when she was choking with dust and almost pros- trate with heat and exhaustionâ€"crash, she ran into a broken bottle! Shani The angel saw Mrs. Duncan started and then new. . Those awful miles or corduroy! Would they never end? The bushes claimed her hat. and she did not stop for it. When the mighty tree fell the Lim- berlost shivered and screamed with the echo. Freckles groaned in despair. but the gang took heart. That was so much accomplished. Now. it they could get it out quickly they knew where to dispose of it safely with no questions asked. Before the day was over, they could remove three others worth far more than this. On the line. the angel gave one backward glance at Black Jack to see that he had returned to his wont. Then she gathered her skirts above her knees and leaped forward on the run. in the first three yards she passed Freckles' wheel ..nstantly she imagined that was why t.e had insist- ed ou her coming by the trail. She seized it and sprang on. The saddle was too high. but she was an expert rider and could catch the pedals as they came up. She stopped at Dun- 1 can’s cabin long enough to get out the wrench and lower the saddle. telling Mrs. Duncan the while what was hap- pening and that she must follow the east trail until she found the Bird Woman to tell her she had gone for McLean and to leave the swamp as quickly as possible. “I'd give anything you could name if I had your honesty." said Jack. curse soul!" “3th it I blame you." he said. “But you had your chance. We otter- ed you a fair thing. and you gave Wessner his answer. I ain’t envying you when he gives you his." “You’re six to one." answered Frec- kles. "It will be easy enough for you to be killing the body of me. but. Jack stared at him a minute and then bmke Into a roar of rough laugh- ter. Once Jack came over to Freckles and asked it he had any water. Freckles rose and showed him where he kept his drinking water. Jack drank in great gulps. and as he pass- ed the bucket back he said: “When a man’s got a chance of catching a fine girl like that he ought not to be mix- ed up in any dirty business. I wish I was out of this.” When it was down would they re- bind him and leave him for Wessner to wreak his insane vengeance on, 'or would they take him along to the next tree and dispose of him when they had stolen all the timber they could? Jack had said that he should not be touched until he left. Surely he would not run all that risk for one tree when he had many others of far greater value marked. The angel was on the trail and safe- ly started. Freckles wondered what she would say to the Blrd Woman and how long it would take them to pack and get started. He knew now that they would understand and the angel would try to get the boss there in time to save his wager. She could never do it. for the saw was over half through and Jack and Wessner cut- ting into the opposite side of the tree. It looked as if they could get at least that tree out before McLean could come. Freckles sat down on one ot his benches and waited. In their haste to get the tree down and loaded so that the teamsters could start with it and leave them free to attack another they had forgotten to rebind him. ales was his captive. but he was the angel’s. soul and body. With head held well up the angel walked slowly away. and Jack wheeled on the men. "Drop your staring and saw wood!” he shouted. “Don’t you know any- thing at all about how to treat a ladv?" The men muttered and threatened among themselves. but they tell to working with a vengeance. ,,-_, â€"wâ€"- 3-." cloned. Jack lost his head entirely. Frec- kles was his captive. but he was the angel’s. soul and body. With head held well up the angel walla-d :lnmlv Freckles answered heartily. “I wish man wants that natural history pain- phlct returned. It belongs to a set she is going to have bound." She lifted the bushes and started for the entrance. “Stop her!" growled Wessner. “Keep her till we’re loaded anyhow. Can’t you see that when this thing is found out there she’ll be to ruin all of us. If you let her go every man of us has got to cut. and some of us will be caught sure." Jack sprang forward. Freckles’ heart muffled up in his throat. The angel seemed to divine Jack’s coming. She was humming a little song. She deliberately stopped and began pulling the heads of the curious grasses that grew all about her. When she straight- ened she took a step backward and called: “Ho. Freckles. the Bird Wo- “All right." she said. giving, .1385} killing glance. “If you say so I’ll go back by the trail to please you. Good- by. everybody.” you can’t blacken me She wheeled the horse and headed far the Limberlost. The alarm sound- ed over camp. McLean Sprang to Nel- lie’s back and raced after the angel. As they passed Duncan he wheeled and followed Soon the pike was an irregular procession of barebacked riders. wildly driving flying horses toward the swamp. are thieves stealing trees, and they have him bound. They’re going to kill him!" lng a second wagon when the angel (thundered up on one of Duncan's bays. lathered and dripping, and cried: “Everybody go to Freckles! There CHAPTER XVI. mECKLEs RELEASED. }TIHE.boss rode neck and neck I with the angel. He glanced hat-l: and caw fhnf Dnnr‘nm She hurried to the bay Duncan had unharnessed. snatched a blacksnake whip that lay on the ground. caught the hames stretched along the horse’s neck. and. for the first time. the fine. big fellow felt on his back the quality of the lash that Duncan was accus- tomed to crack over him. At the south camp they were load- the nearest farmhouse to send help to the angel. Then he put the bay to speed and raced for camp. The angel. left alone, lay still for a second. then she shivered and opened her eyes. “0h, poor Freckles!" she walled. “They may be killing him by now. Oh. how much time have I wasted?” There- was trouble in the Umber- lost. and gge had 1)quan down In rac- ened In an ominous quiver. He left her and picked up the wheel. As he had surmised. he knew it. This, then, was Freckles’ Swamp Angel. “mnonr GO To mamas!" :went the tire. The wheel swerved ‘and pitched over. The fired angel rolled into the thick yellow dust of the road and lay still. From afar Duncan began to notice a strange. dust covered object in the road as he headed for town with the fi:st load or the day’s felling. As he neared the angel he saw 11: was a wo- man and a broken wheel. Many of the tarme‘rs’ daughters rode wheels, but this face was a stranger’s. He glanced at the angel’s tumbled cloth- laz. the sllklness of her hair. with its pale satin ribbon, and noticed that she had lost her hat His lips tight- “I; 101 mcuean. uuncuu nusuw A good Single Bar- rel Shot- Gun, in 12 or 16 ge. at $5.00 our stock These three guns are beauties, are newest. models and all with full choke barrels 12 gauge only. A ating shot-gun is to a. bleach leading gunAas a breach had- Your Choice only $27.00 The fastest and Stevens, R‘eamington, Win- cheater , - 3 Models a. muzzle loader} and stronvest shooting guns made. Edwards the approaching train, but evidently his signal was too late. for the freight jammed into the stalled train and the conductor was killed. De- ceased was we-l-l known to trainmen. He leaves a widow and family. the coagh, had gotten out to signal the C.P.R. near Sharbot Lake, in which Conductor Green, brother-in- law of Mr. Robert Flynn, of ‘Have- lock, was killed. It is understood that one or two others were injured, I but not seriously. Conductor Green also had a numâ€" ber of relatives in Lakefie-ld. At the time of going to press no other par- iticulars were available. ‘ During the night there were seven freight trains in Sharbot Lake yards at the same time, and Train Conduc- tor Green had left the yani and was about three miles from the station when the accident happened. He was standing on the rear platform. and for some unknown Cause his train stalled. It was closely followed by another freight, going the same di- rection. It is thought that the brakeâ€" The Kind You Havg Always Bought Bears the Signature 01 FATAL REAR END COLLISION SATURDAY A rear end collision occurred S urday morning about eight o’clock CASTOR IA For Infants andChildren were gone. Black Jack was ram: like a maniac, and when they looked closeritwasonly thelettarmthu heralsed. Hisdghtwiththehand shattered. hung helpless. and his r6- volver lay at Freckles feet. Wess- ner’s weapon was still in his belt. and beside him lay Freckles’ club. . Freckles' race was of stony white; ness, with colorless lips. but in his eyes was the strength or undying courage. McLean pushed past thq‘ Bird Woman. crying. “Hold steam on them for just one minute more!” He snatched the revolver from Wssf, ner’s belt and stoooed for Jack’S. J (1‘0 Dc wntmunu. . trance. Overasmannmblayherté volver, and it was trained at short: McLean caught them back and. wit! drawn weapon. pressed up beside Inc. There they stopped in astonishment. s The Bird Woman blocked the cl? n was near. There ’wasâ€"somed thing terrifying in the look at the N: man and the way he sat hls heestand rode. It would be a sad day for the man on whom Duncan’s wrath broke. There were four others close behind him and the pike filling up with an rest of the gang. The angel turned into the trail to the west. and the men bunched and followed her. 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