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mmm \ i i - ^ ' s - t - S ^ i r i - ' * f > : ; " - . ; r-^.»<r «•*."?•• :,i\ •• ^•u:;:\;J,» -:>- ".f< /•?••' MoHENRY PLAINDEALEK. ffT! ***,r "'-> -ii*. - n a ^ ,• i '*» • r •:% f ^r|w/;s GEORGE BARR McCtJTCHEON ' Olfnlfht If Dod'6# Mtftd 4 OompMT. »* MMMMI MMM flMMMhd • •JASPER 8UGGSI* ^^Jf^PSTS--Kenneth OW!**< was five years old in the spring of 1812 when his lather ran away from Kentucky with Rachel <»&r" ter, a widow. They took wit" them Minda Carter. Rachel s baby\ daughter. In the tall Kenneth %t mother died of a broken heart, liia grandparents brought him up to hate th«i name of Rachel Carter, "an evil woman." . • • Kenneth, now a young l*wy«r, ceeka lodging for the night at the farm of Fhineaa Striker, near Lafayette, Ind. It appears that Kens father has recently died and that he Is on his way to take 9 possession of extensive lands he has inherited. The Strikers bought their farm of Kens father and a mortgage runs to his father's widow--the Rachel Cartor. A beautiful nineteen-yearold girl, who says she knew his father well and refuses to give her name, is visiting the Strikers, K' i is much Interested in hflFIn the morning the girl is gonk Striker tells Ken she was planning to elope with Barry Lapelle an . her mother came in the night and took her home. As Ken goes on his way Striker tells him: "That girl was Viola Gwyn an' she's your half-sister." A handsome. dashing young fellow rides up and introduces himself as Barry I^apelle. Isaac Stain, a farmer, gives ttea a message from Viola'to call. At Lafayette Ken finds that the will divides an extensive property between Ken and Rachel Gwyn. Viola Is not mentioned, but has decided not to contest. Ken calls at Viola's home and finds Rachel Instead of Viola. Rachel tells him that Viola Is really Minda Carter, though she does not know it, and puts her own and her daughter's •future in his hands. Kep says he does not'make war on women. Ken and Viola meet and quarrel. •Rachel tells Viola she wilU disinherit her If she marries Lapelle. Ken realties he lovea Viola. Stain tells Ken of Lapelle's plan to abduct Viola. !&• ft CHAPTER X --7-- • ' ]• The Gracious Enemy* . . . Bright and early the next morning Kenneth gave orders to have his new home put in order for Immediate occupancy. Having made up his mind to remain In Lafayette and face the consequences that had seemed insurmountable the night before, he lost no time in committing himself to the final resolve. ^Meanwhile he rented an "office" on tile north side of the public square, a •Ball room at the back of a furniture store, pending the completion of the two-story brick block on the south side. '^As be was hurrying away from the tSfVern shortly after breakfast he encountered Lapelle coming up from the •table yard. The young Loulsianian wis in a singularly amiable frame of •ind. rHello," be called out. Kenneth Stepped and waited for him to come up. "I'm off pretty soon for my place below town. It's only about eight miles. I want to arrange with Martin Hawk tar a duck-shooting trip the end of the week. He looks after my lean-to down there, and be Is the keenest duck huntcf In these parts. Better come along." - "Sorry I can't make It," returned Ken- Beth. "I am moving into my house today and that's going to keep me pretty busy. Mighty good of you to ask me." "Say, I guess I owe you a sort of apology, Kenny. I hope yon wljll overlook the way I spoke last'night when you said you couldn't go to Jack . Trentman's. I guess I was a--well, a Mttle sarcastic, wasn't I?" There was nothing, apologetic. In his • '•Voice or bearing. On the. contfhry. he jpoke in a lofty, casual manner, quite SB if this perfunctory concession to #e civilities were a matter of form, fipd was to be so regarded by Gwynne. - "I make It a rule to overlook. If pos- -Slble, anything a man may say when * |toe is drinking," said Kenneth, smiling. , , "Well, I have apologized for jeering Sit you, Gwynne, bo I've done all that 6 sober man should be expected to , <0o," Barry wept on carelessly. "You jjnissed It by not going down there .*•. #ith me1 last night. 1 cleaned 'em out" "You did, ehr f * "A cool two thousand," said the atther, with a Satisfaction that bor- 4ered on exultation. "By the way. ' Changing the subject, I'd like to'ask fou a question. Has a mother the Jfegal right to disinherit a son in case ---Said son marries contrary to her Wishes?" Kenneth looked at him sharply. Could it be possible that Lapelle's .mother objected to his marriage with -Viol*, and was prepared to take drastic action in case be did so? . "Well, It would depend largely on circumstances," said Kenneth, judicially. "I doubt whether a will would stand In case a parent, attempted to deprive a child of his or her share of an estate descending from another parent who was deceased. Of course, you understand, there Is nothing to prevent her muklng such a will. But you could contest It and break It, I . am sure." "That's all I want to know.*" said the other, drawing a deep breath as of relief. "A close friend of mine is like- ,ly to be mixed up in just that sort of lunpleasantness, and I was a little curious^ to find out whether such a will would stand the test." Kenneth would have been surprised and disturbed if he could have known all that lay behind these casual ques- 4 tlons. But It was not for him to know > that Viola had repeated Mrs. Gwyn's * threat to her Impatient^arrogant lover, nor was it for liim to connect a slm- ? pie question of law with the ugly plot ;i that had been revealed te Isaac Stain by Moll Hawk. , After two sights of troubled ; thought, Barry Lapelle bad hit upon an extraordinary means to circumvent Rachel Gwyn. With Machiavellian cunnlhg be had devised a way to make VIqUi his wife without jypgpiMng tier or his own prospects for the future. No mother, he argued, could be so unreasonable as to disinherit a dauehter who had been carried away by for<^e and wqs compelled to wed her captor rather than submit to •* more sinister alternative. Shortly after the noon meal, Kenneth rode up to the old Gwyn house. He found ZachaHah beaming on the front doorstep. It was late in the afternoon before *he saw either of his relatives. He was on his front doorstep, contemplating with secret despair the jungle of weeds and shrubbery that lay be-/ fore him, completely obliterating the ancient path down to the gate. He was not aware of Viola s presence on the other side of the fence dividing the two yards until her voice fell upon his ears. It was clear and sweet and bantering. "I suppose ybu are wondering why we haven't weeded the yard for ytfu, brother Kenny." As he made his way through the weeds to the fence, upon which she rested her elbows while she gazed upon him with a mocking smile he experienced a sudden riotous tumult In the region of his heart. "Not at all." he rejoined. "I am wondering just where I'd better begin." "Did you find the house all rightT* "Yes. Yo\i have saved me a lot of trouble, Viola." "Don't give me credit for It. Mother did everything. I suppose yon know that the furniture and other things belong to you by rights. She didn't give them to you out of charity." ^The last thing In the world I should expect would be charity from* your mother," he said, stung by the obvious Jibe. He had come up to the fence and was standing with his hand on the top rail. She met his gaze for a moment, and then lowered her eyes. "I wish it were possible for us to be friends, Kenny." she surprised him by saying. "It doesn't seem ri£ht for Us to hate each other," she went on, looking up at him again. "It's not our fault that we are who and what we art. I can understand mother's attitude toward you. You are the son of another woman, and I suppose It is only natural for her to be jealous. But you and I had the same father. It--it ought to be different with us, oughtn't it?" "It ought to be--and it shall be, Viola, if you are willing. It rests entirely with you." "It Is so hard to think of you as a brother. Somehow I wish you were not." "It is pretty hard luck. Isn't It? You may be sure of one thing. If I were not your brother I would be Barry Lapelle's most determined rival. By the way, I hope matters are going more smoothly for you and Barry." ' Her face clouded. She shot a suspicious, questioning look at him. "I--I want to talk to you about Barry some day," she said seriously. "You seemed to resent It most bitterly the last time I attempted to talk to you about him," said he, somewhat pointedly. "You were horrid that day." said she. "I have a good deal to forgive. You said some very mean, nasty lot of npw furniture, things kitchen, carpets and--" Viola interrupted him with an exclamation. Her eyes were shining, sparkling with eagerness. * "Oh, won't you take me along with you?" "Hufrah! it's Just what I wanted. Viola. Now you are being a real sister to me. We will start early In the morning and--and- buy out the town. Bless your heart, you've taken a great load off my mind. I haven't the Intelligence of a snipe when it comes to fitting up a--why, say, I tell you what I'll do. I will let you choose everything I need, Just as if you were setting up housekeeping for yourself." / "Oh, Kenny, what fun we'll have,-' she cried. And, first of all, you must let me come over right now and help you with your list. I know much better than you do what you really need--and what you don't need. We must not spend too much money, you see." " 'Gad," he gulped, "you--jtou talk just as if you and I were a poOr, struggling young couple' planning to. get married." x x "No, It only proves how mean and selfish I am. I am depriving your future bride of the pleasure of furnishing her own house, and that's what all brides like better than anything. But I promise to pick out thlngfe that I know she will like. In the meantime, you will be happy in knowing that you have something handsome to tempt her with when the time comes. Come on, Kenny. Let's go in and start making the list." > She st&rted off toward her own gate, but stopped as he called out to her. "Walt I Are you sure your mother will approve of your--"' "Of course 8he will!" she flung back at him. "She doesn't mind our being friendly.". , There was a yearning In his eyes as they followed her down to the gnte; then he shot a quick, accusing glance at the house in which his enemy lived. He saw the white curtains in the north parlor window drop into place, flutter for a second or two, and then hang perfectly still. Rachel Gwyn had been watching them. He met Viola at his own disabled gate, which creaked and shivered precariously on Its rusty hinges as he Jerked It open. They spent the better part of an hour going over the house. She was in an adorable mood. Once she paused in the middle of a sentence to ask why he was so solemn. "Goodness me, Kenny, you look as If you had lost your very best frfend. Aren't you%terested? Shall we stop?" A feeling of utter desolation had stricken him. He was sick at heart. Every drop of blood in Ills body was crying out for her. She had removed her bonnet. If he had thought her beautiful on that memorable night at Striker's he now realized that his first impression was hopelessly inadequate. Her eyes, dancing with eagerness, no think how helpless I should have been without you. Put down all the things you would most like to have, Viola, and --and--well, confound the expense. Come along! We're losing timet Did you jot down that last thing we were talking about?" They proceeded. He had followed about, carrying the Ink pot, Into which she frequentliftjdlpped the big quill pen. She overlooked nothing In the scantily furnished house. She even went so far aR timidly to suggest that certain articles of furniture might well be replaced by more attractive ones, and he had promptly agreed. At last she announced I her Whi"gpe'r"to herself: that she must go home. "1 dont believe I can ever thtnk of as S brother." , t. < Baehel Gwyn looked up, startled. "What was that you called him?" she asked. "Kenny. He has always been called that for short And somehow, mother, it sounds fantfllar to me. Have I ever heard father speak of hiiA by that naifie?" "I--I am sure I do not know," replied her mother uneasily. "I doubt It. ft must be a fancy, Viola.** I can't get over\feeling shy and embarrassed when he looks at me," mused the girl. "Don't you thidk It odd?" It Is because you are nbt used to each other," interrupted Rachel, "You will get over It in time." 1 ^."1 suppose so. You are sure you dfci't mind my going to the stores with him, mother?" • Her mother arose from the table. There was a suggestion of fatalism in her reply. "I think I can understand your desire to be with him." Rachel's strong, firm shoulders drooped a little as she passed into the sitting room. She sat down abruptly In one of the stiff rocking-chairs, and one with sharp ears might have heard "If you buy all the things we have put down here, Kenny, you will have the loveliest house In Lafayette." "I have a feeling 1 shall be very lonely--amidst all this splendor," be said. "Oh, no, you won't I shall run in to see you every whipstitch. You will get awfully sick of having me around." "I am thinking of the time when you are married, Viola, and--and have gone away from Lafayette." "Well," she began, her brow clouding. "you seem to have got along without me for a good many years. Besides, we are supposed to be energies, aren't we?" "It doesn't lbok much like it now,, does It?" "No," she said dubiously, "hut I--I must not do anything that will make mother feel unhappy or--" He broke in a little harshly. "Are you forgetting how unhappy It will make her if yt»ii marry Barry Lapelle?" 1 "Oh, that may be a long Way off," she replied calmly. "You flee, Barry and I quarreled yesterday. We both have vile tempers--perfectly detestable tempers. Of course, we will make up again--we always do--but there may come a time when he will say, 'Oh, what's the use trying to put up with you any longer 7 and then it will all be over." f She was tying her bonnet strings as she made this astonishing statement. Her chin being tilted upward, she looked straight up Into his eyes the while her long, shapely fingers busied themselves with the ribbons. ** "I guess you have fouqd out what kind of a temper I have, haven't you?" she added genially. As be said nothing (being unable to trust his voice): "I know I shall lead poor Barry a dog's life. If he knew what was good for him he would avoid me as he would the plague." , He swallowed hard. "You--you will not fail to come with me tomorrow morning on the purchasing tout*." he said, rather gruffly. "I'll be helpless without you." "I wouldn't miss it for,anything,' she cried. • ' As they walked down to the gate she turned to him and abruptly said: "Barry is going down the river next week. He expects to be away for nearly a fortnight. Has he said anything blindfold the ey& of see through evetfym w "We cannot nature. They thing.'.' • It was nine o'clock when Viola stepped Out into her front yard, reticule In hand, and sauntered slowly down the walk, stopping now and then to Inspect some Maytime shoot. He was waiting for her outside his own gate. * And so they advanced upon the town, as fine a pair as you would find in a twelvemonth's search. First she conducted him to Jimmy Munn's feed and wagon-yard, where he contracted !• ipend the first half-dollar of the Mpedition by engaging Jimmy to haul his purchases up to the house. Put tne sideboards on your biggest wagon, Jimmy," was Viola's Order, "and meet us at HInkle's." She proved to be a very sweet and delightful autocrat For three short and Joyous hours she led him • from Store to stsra, graciously leaving to him the privilege of selection but in nine cases out of ten demonstrating that he was entirely wrong in his choice, always with the naive remark after the purchase was completed and the money paid in hand,: "Of course, Kenny, if you would rather have the other, don't for the world let me influence von." You know more about It than I do," he would Invariably declare. ' She was greatly dismayed, even appalled, as they wended their way homeward, followed by the first wagonload of possessions, to find that he had spent the stupendous, unparalleled sum of two hundred and forty-two dollars and fifty cents. Oh, dear!" she sighed. "We must take a lot of it back, Kenny. Wh^ didn't you keep track of what you were' spendihg? Why, that's nearly a fourth of one thousand dollars." He grinned cheerfully. "And we haven't begun to paint the house yet or paper the walls, or set out the flower beds, or--" "Goodness me!" she cried, aghast. "You are not going to do all that now, are you?" "Every bit of It,'* he affirmed. "I am going to rebuild the barn, put In a new well, dig a cistern, build a smokehouse, lay a brick walk down to the front gate and put up a brand new picket fence--' You must be made of money," she cried, eyeing him with wonder in her big, violet eyes "I am richer now than when we started out this morning," said he, magnifl cently. "When you say things like that, you almost make me wish you were not my brother," said she, after a moment, and to her annoyance she felt the blood mount to her face. And what would' you do If I were not your brother?" be inquired, looking straight ahead. Whereupon she laughed unrestrainedly. "You would be dreadfully shocked I If I w#e to tell you, but I can't help ] saying that Bafry would be so jealous he wouldn't know what to do.' "You might find yourself playing with | lire." •Well," she said, flippantly, "J've got over wanting to play with dolls. Now, don't scold me! I can see by your face that.you'd like to shake me good and hard. My, what a frown 1 I am glad It Isn't January. If your face was to I freeze-- There! That's better.' I shouldn't mind at all If It froze now. | You look much nicer when you smile, ! Kenny. Her voice dropped a little and a serious expression came into her | eyes. "I don't believe I ever saw father smile. But I've seen him when be I looked exactly as you did Just then. I --I hope you don't mind my talking that way about your father, .Kenny. 11 Hindu Female's Remarkable Show of flve 8pearg amj to push backward a | wouldn't If he were nor mine as well." longer reflected the disdain and suspicion with which she had regarded himj t° y°u about It?" on that former occasion. Her smile Kenneth started, was frank and warm and joyous. He saw her now as she really was, Incomparably 6weet and charming--and so his heart was sick. "I wouldn't stop for the .world," die exclaimed, making a determined effort to banish the telltale misery from his eyes. "I know!" she cried, after a searching look into his eyes. "You are In love with some one, Kenny, and you are wishing that.8he were here in my place, helping you to plan the--" "Nonsense," he broke In, gruffly. "Put that out of your head, Viola. I tell you there is no--er--no such girl." -"Then," she said darkly, "it must be thfe*dreadful extravagance I am leading you into. Goodness, when I look at this list, I realize what a lot of money it Is going to take to--" "We're not half through," he said, and I am not thinking of the expense. 1 am delighted with everything you have suggested. 1 shudder when I Ne±t week? The dark of the moon. "Not a word," he reptled CHAPTER XI an From Down the River. Kenneth's first night In the old Gwyn house was an uneasy, restless one, filled with tormenting doubts as to his strength or even his willingness to continue the battle,, against the forces of nature. Viola's night was also disturbed. Some strange, mysterious instinct was at work within her, although she was far from being aware of Its signlfl cance. She lay awake for a long time thinking of him. She was puzzled. Over and over again she asked Iter self why she had blushed when he looked down at her as she was tying her bonnet-strings, and why had she felt that queer little thrill of alarm? And why did he look at her like that? She announced to her mother at break fust: pantry In order; she supertatsadet the erection of tU big four-poptet bed measured the windows for the nfrw cur tains, issued irrevocable command! concerning the hanging of several gaj English hunting prints (the actual hanging to be done by Kenneth and his servant In a less crowded hour, after supper, she suggested); ordered Zacharlah to remove to the attic suck of the discarded articles of furniture ai could be carried up the pole ladder, the remainder to go to the barn; left In* structlons not to touch the rolls ol carpet until she could measure and cot them Into sections, and then went away with the promise to return early In the morning not only with shears and needl^, hut with Hattie, as well, to sew and lay the carpets--a "Brussels" of bewildering design and "iiigraln" for the bedroom. "When you come home from fits office at noon, Kenny, don't fall to bring tacks and a hammer with you," she Instructed, as she fanned her flushed face with her apron. "But I am not going to the office," he expostulated. "I have too much to see to here." "It Isn't customary for the msn of <he house to be ftnywhere around st s time like this," she Informed him, firmly. "Oh, don't look so hurt You have been fine this afternoon. I don't know how I should have got along without you. But tomorrow It will be different Hattie and I will be busy sewing carpets and--and--well, you really will not be of any use at all Kenny. So please stay away." Four or flve days passed, each with Its measure of bitter and sweet By the end of the week the carpets were down and the house In perfect order. He Invited her over for Sunday dinner. A pained, embarrassed look came Into her eyes. "I was afraid you would ask me to come," she said gently. "I don't think It would be right or fair for me to accept your hospitality. Walt! I know what you are going to say. But it Isnt quite the same, you see. Mother has been very kind and generous about let-» ting me. come over to help you with the bouse--and I suppose she would not object If I were to come as your gttest at dinner--but I have a feeling In here somewhere that It would hurt her if I came here as your guest So I shs'nt come. You understand, don't you?" Yes," he said gravely, and reluctantly. "I understand, Viola." Earlier In the week he had ridden out to IsaatN Stain's. The hunter had no additional news to give him, except that Barry, after spending a day with Martin Hawk, had gone down to Attica by flatboat and was expected to return to Lafayette on the packet Paul Revere, due on Monday or Tuesday. Lapelle's extended absence from the town was full of meaning. Stain advanced the opinion that he had gone down the river for the purpose of seeing a Wllliamsport Justice of the peace wliose record was none too good and who could be depended upon to t>erform the contemplated marriage ceremony without compunction if his palm was satisfactorily greased." If we could only obtain some clear and definite idea as to their manner of carrying out this plan," said Kenneth, "I would be the happiest man on earth. But we will be compelled to work in the dark--simply waiting for them to act." Well, Moll Hawk hain't been able to flnd out Just yet when er how they're goln' to do it" said Stain. "All she knows is that two or three men air comln' up from Attica on the Paul Re* vere and air goln* to get off the boat when It reaches her pa's place. Like as not this scalawag of a Justice will be one of 'em, but that's guesswork] That reminds me to ask, did you eve^ run acrosst a feller in the town yon come from named Jasper Suggs 7^ "Jasper Suggs? 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Drop a llttl# "Freezone" on an aching corn, Instantly that corn sto^p hurting, then shortly you lift It right off with fingers. - Your druggist sells a tiny bottle 9t "Freezone" for a few cents, sufficient to remove every hard corn, soft corn, or corn between the' toes, and the fool calluses, without soreness or Irrltati AMAZING FEATS BY HINDU WOMAN "Don't hive Me Credit for It.* things to me that day over there," indicating the thicket with a jerk of her head. "I am glad to see that you took them to heart and have profited," he ventured boldly. She hesitated, and then spoke with a frankness that shamed. "Yes, I did take them to heart, Kenny. I will nojt say that I have profited, but I'll never make the same kind of a fool of myself again. I hated you with all my soul that day--and for a long time afterward--but I guess you took the right way with me, after all. If I was fair and square, I would say that I am grateful to you. But, you see, I am not fair and square. I am as stubborn as a mule." "What is it you want to say to me about Barry?" he asked, abruptly. "Oh, there Is plenty of time for that," she replied, frowning, "it will keep. How are you gelting along with 'the house?" / Splendidly. It was In very good order. I will be settled In a day or two and as comfortable as anything. Tonight Zacharlah and I are going to make a list of everything we need and tomorrow I shall start out on a purchasing tour. I Intend to buy quite a Strength Due to Strange Power ' • Taught Her by Fakirs. Then? have recently »«ome~t«-^ll5M some extraordinary feats of strength by a Hindu woman, which should cause men of .today to think twice before referring to women as the weaker sex. The woman In question is Miss Tarabgl, born some thirty years ago lo a small village In Itajputana. At the age of seven she was left an orphan and adopted by fakirs (holy men), with whom she remained for several years, disguised as a boy. It was by these men that she was initiated Into the mysteries of breath control and the power of commanding her physical and mental forces. Suspended between two chairs by her head and feet, Miss Tarabal has a large stone placed on her chest, while two men pound upon It with laden cart by pressing with her head against the sharp point of a spear fas tened to Its shafts.--Strand Magazine. But ° this i. heavy sledge-hammers. not affect her. ^ Miss Tarabal then laid down upon the ground and a cart laden with men and boys was drawn across her chest and arms. She was protected only ,by a pad, but she did not flinch. She thinks nothing of raising from the ground a stone weighing 240 pounds by means of ropes tied to her hair. It is the remarkable power of directing all her energley she possesses to any particular part of her body at will that enables her to lie for several minutes on tha sharp points of I Not That Kind. Boffkins had brought home a place of sliver ore as a curiosity for bis wife. "Fancy getting silver out of this piece of stone," she said. "Do you know how they get It, dear?" "Do 'you mean tov-ufhat process? asked Boffkins. I' "Yes, dear." "They smelt It," said Boffkins. "Oh, fancy that!" said his better half. » "Well, that's very funny," she remarked about 10 minutes later "What's funny?" asked Boffkins, looking up from his pamper. "I've smelt it ever so often, and not a serfp of silver h^s come out I In Bunches Hewitt--"Misfortunes never conMv singly." Jewett--"I know it; I received two wedding invitations."-^ Judge. Hairs Catarrh m m --at -tjl n will do what we MCUlCWC daim for it -- rid your system of Catarrh or Deifa|| caused by Catarrh. Sold ty drutgitU for enrtr 40 p. J. CHENEY &. CO., Toledo, Obis "You knew him far better than I,' he reminded her. Then he added brightly: "I shall try to do better from now on. I'll smile If It kills me. As they parted at Kenneth's gate--It seethed to be mutely understood that he was to go no farther--they observed a tall, black figure cross the little front porch of the house beyond and disap-1 a week er two claims to have llve^ "Do T I Pear through the door. Kenneth's eyes there some twenty odd years agot uo you | hardene(1 The girl, looking up into Guess you must ha' been too small tt those eyes, shook her head and smiled recollect him. She says he sort Wistfully. brags about beln' a renegade durtn' thi Will you come over and help me | war an' fight In' on the side of the Inl put all these things where they belong?" he asked, after a moment "This afternoon, Kenny?" "If you haven't anything else you would rather--" he began. KEEPING WELL--An HI T>bl«t (a ragetabl* aperient) taken at Bight will help keep you well, by Ponlnc end atr*ngthenloc roar A* . sad eHmlnetion. Usttdforever iOWars ©eta a^Beat She Had Come Over Prepared for Toll war flghtln' Jlns up £long the lakes. He's a nastj customer, she says. Claims to be a relation of Simon Glrty's--nephew * something like that." Does he claim to have known ani dldS^' 1 can't wait to see how the house Cf my family down there?" Inquire/ will look when we get everything in Kenneth, apprehensively. place. I will be over right after din- "From what Moll says he must hav* ner, unless mother needs me for some- Snowed your pa. Leastwise, he sayl ChtptoffF "Wis Old Block ^ >R JINHMt-Uttto (Us Ooe-tfaird tba wmlw doaa. Mai* af th* (MM ingredients, than candy mi.nil For children and adulta. iltOU SV TOUR DRUOOISTm TRY THE ATCH TEST the name'i familiar. He was sayii^ • • • • I only a day or two ago that he'd like trf Kenneth's delight was due to the I ^ a picter -f your pa. He'd know U never-vanishing picture of Viola, the J tt was the same feller he used to kno« Kenneth pondered a moment an< then said: "Do you suppose you eouW get a letter to Moll Hawk »f I were til write it. Stain V Fttttfe targe Turtle in Mertyard. John W. McLane of Cromwell, Conn., I gjeeves of her work-dress rolled up to I BOon as he laid eyee on it.1 . ^ elbowB> her eyes aglow with enthusiasm, her bonny brown hair done up in careless colls, her throat bare, her spirits as gay as the song of a roistering gale. She had come over prepared for toll, an ample apron of blue gingham shielding her frock, her skirts caught up at the sides, revealing the bottom of her white petticoat and a glimpse of trim, shapely ankles. She directed the placing of all the furniture; she pat the china safe and found a 20-pound snapping turtle In his henyard when he went to feed the chickens. He asserts that the turtle climbed the ten-foot wire fence and made Its entrance In that way, for there was no other method by which It could have got. In.' Mr. McLane made soup of the climber. ,. Some men have no time to cause they are kept busy dodging worV MYou forget that he will no doubt remember yoa as Rachel Carter." ITO BS owmnaa / DON9 Csb You Hear? LEONARD W. N. k>, CHICAGO, NO.i.15--1124*