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KTWBr -3 issci. '.3V , ' ? '%$ >*& • AND NO WONDER, M SMITn^ by i bank H. Spearman xl o I LLU«5TRAT10N<5 ° jL BY ANDRE: BOWLE7<5 €T COPYRIGHT. 1906 6Y CHA« aOtmNOtJ J«N» 8YNOPSI8. era were called out to clea? the railroad tracks at Smoky Creek. McCloud, a jroung road superintendent, caught Sin­ clair and his men in the act of looting Ihe wrecked train. Sinclair pleaded in­ nocence, declaring it only amounted to a •mall sum--a treat for the men. McCloud d&chstrged the whole outfit and ordered ^|he wreckage burned. McCloud became acquainted with Dicksie Dunning, a girl Of the west, who came to look at the Wreck. She gave htm a message for Sin­ clair. "Whispering" Gordon Smith told President Bucks of the railroad, of Mc­ Cloud's brave light against a gang of crazed miners and that was the reason for the superintendent's appointment to his high office. McCloud arranged to board at the boarding house of Mrs, Sin­ clair, the ex-foreman's deserted wife. Dicksie Dunning was the daughter of tb® late Richard Dunning, who had died of a broken heart shortly after his wife's demise, which occurred after one year of married life. Sinclair visited Marion Sin­ clair's shop and a fight between him and McCloud was narrowly averted. Smoky £reek bridge was mysteriously burned. IcCIoud prepared to face the situation. President Bucks notified Smith that he had work ahead. McCloud worked for days and finally got the division running In fairly good order. He overheard Dick-1 ale criticising his methods, to Marion Sinclair. A stock train was wrecked by an open switch. Later a passenger train was held up and the express car robbed. Two men of a posse pursuing the bandits were killed. McCloud was notified that Whispering Smith was to hunt the des­ peradoes. Bill Dancing, a road lineman, proposed that Sinclair and his gang be aent to hunt the bandits. A stranger, ap­ parently with authority, told him to go ahead. Dancing was told the stranger was "Whispering Smith." • Smith ap- . proached Sinclair. He tried to buy him oft, but failed. He warned McCloud that his life was in danger. McCloud was car­ ried forcibly into Lance Dunning's pres­ ence. Dunning refused the railroad a right-of-way, he had already signed for. Dicksie interfered to prevent a shooting affray, Dicksie met McCloud on a lonely trail to warn him his life was in danger. On his way home a shot passed through his hat. Whispering Smith reported that !Du Sang, one of Sinclair's gang, had been assigned to kill McCloud. He and Smith saw Du Sang. WWspering Smith taunt­ ed Du Sang and told him to get out of Medicine Bend or suffer. Du Sang seemed to succumb to the bluff. McCloud's big construction Job was taken from him be­ cause of an injunction issued to Lanca Dunning by the United States court. A sudden rise of the Crawling Stone river created consternation. Dicksie and Ma­ rion appealed to McCloud for help. Whis­ pering Smith joined the group. He and Dicksie spent the night in conversation, Smith giving the girl an outline of his life. In the morning McCloud took his men to flght the river. Lance Dunning welcomed them cordially. CHAPTER XX.--Continued. "Let me talk with them." "Just what I should like. Come on!" said Dicksie, leading th« way to the chicken-yard. "I want you to see my bantams, too. I have three of (he dearest little things. One is setting. They are over the way. Come see them first. And, oh, you must see my new game chickens. Truly, you never saw anything as handsome as Caesar--he's the rooster; and I have six pullet a, Caesar is perfectly su­ perb." When the two reached the chicken house Dicksie examined the nest where she was setting the bantam hen. "This miserable hen will not set," she ex­ claimed in despair.' "See here, Mr. Smith, she has le{£ her nest again and is scratching around on the ground. Isn't it a shame? I've tied a cord around her leg so she couldn't run away, and she is hobbling around like a scrub pony." "Perhaps the eggs are too warm," suggested her companion. "I have had great success in cases like this with powdered ice--not using too much, of course; Just shave the ice gently' and rub it over the eggs one at a time; it will often result in refreshing the at­ tention of the hen." Dicksie looked grave. "Aren't you ashamed to make fun of me?" Whispering Smith. seemed taken aback. "It is really serious business?" "Of course." "Very good. Let me watch this hen for a few minutes and diagnose her. Y6u go on to your other chickens. I'll stay here and think." Dicksie went down through the yards. When she came back, Whis­ pering Smith was sitting on a cracker box watching the bantam. The chick­ en was making desperate efforts to get off Dicksie's cord and join its com­ panions in the runway. Smith was eying the bantam critically when Dicksie rejoined him. "Do you usual­ ly," he askod, looking suddenly up, "have success in setting roosters?" "Now you are having fun with me again." "No, by heaven! I am not." "Have you diagnosed the case?" "I have, and I have diagnosed It as a case of mistaken identity." "Identity?" ""And misapplied energy. Miss Dick­ sie, you have tied up the wrong bird. This is not a bantam hen at all; this is a bantam rooster. Now that is my judgment. Compare him with the oth­ ers. Notice how much darker his plumage is--it's the rooster," declared Whispering Smith, ayiping the per­ plexity from his brow. "Don't feel bad, not at all. Cut him loose, Miss Dicksie--don't hesitate; do it on my responsibility. Now let's look at the jCannibal leghorns--and great Caesar." CHAPTER XXI. Between Girlhood and Womanhoodl About nine o'clock thai night Puss ushered McCloud in from the river. Dicksie came running downstairs to meet him. "Your cousin insisted I should come up to the house for some supper." said McCloud, dryly. "I could have taken camp fare with the men. Gordon stayed there with him." Dicksie held his hat in her hand, and her eyes were bright in the fire­ light. Puss must have thought the two made a handsome couple, for she lingered, as she started for the kitch­ en. to look back. "Puss," exclaimed her mistress, "fry a chicken right away! A big one. Puss! Mr. McCloud is very hungry, I know. And be quiek, do! Oh, how is the river, Mr. McCloud?" "Behaving like a- lamb. It hasn't falls* much but the pressure seems to be off the bank, If you know what that means?" "You must be a magician! Things changed the minute you came!" "The last doctor usually gets credit for the cure, you know." "Oh, I know all about that., Don't you want to freshen up? Should you mind coming right to my room? Marl­ on is in hers," explained Dicksie, "and I am never sure of Cousin Lance's-- he has so many boots." When she had disposed of McCloud she Sew to the kitchen. Puss was, starting after* a chicken. "Take a i lantern, Puss!" whispered Dicksie, ve­ hemently. "No, indeed; dis nigger don' need no lantern fo' chickens, Miss Dicksie." "But get a good one. Puss, and make haste, do! Mr. McCloud must be starved! Where is the baking pow­ der? I'll get the biscuits started." Puss turned fiercely. "Now look-a heah, yo' can't make biscuits! Yo* Jes' go se' down wif dat young gep'm'n! Jes' lemme lone, ef yo' please! Dis ain't de firs' time I kitled chickens, Miss Dicksie, an' made biscuits. Jes' clair out an' se* down! Place f'r young ladies is in de parlor! Ol' Puss can cook supper f"r one man yet--ef she has to!" "Oh, yes, Puss, certainly, I know, of course; only, get a nice chicken!" and with the parting admonition Dicksie, smoothing her hair wildly, hastened back to the living room. But the harm was done. Puss, more excited than her mistress, lofct her head when she got to the chicken-yard, and with sufficiently bad results. When Dicksie ran out a few moments after­ ward for a glass of water for Mc­ Cloud, Puss was calmly wiping her hands, and in the sink lay the quiver­ ing form of young Caesar. Dicksie caught her favorite up by the legs and suppressed a cry. There could be no mistake. She cast & burning look on Puss. It w&uld do no good to storm now. Dicksie only wrung her hands and returned to McCloud. He rose in the happiest mood. He could not see what a torment Dicksie was in, and took the water without asking himself why it trembled in her hand. Her restrained manner did not worry him, for he felt that his fight at the river was won, and the prospect of fried chicken composed him. Even the long hour before Puss, calm and inviting in a white cap and apron, ap­ peared to announce supper, passed like a dream. When Dicksie rose to lead the way to the dining room, Mc­ Cloud walked on air; the high color about her eyes Intoxicated him. Not till half the fried chicken, with many compliments from McCloud, had disap­ peared, and the plate had gone out for the second dozen biscuits did he notice Dicksie's abstraction. "I'm sure you need worry no longer about the water," he observed, reas­ suringly. "I think the worst of the danger is past." Dicksie looked at the tablecloth with wide-open eyes. "I feel sure that It is. I am no longer worrying about that." ? "It's nothing I can do or leave un­ done, is it?" asked McCloud, laughing a little as he Implied in his tone that she must be worrying about some­ thing. Dicksie made a gesture of alarm. "Oh, no, no; nothing!" "It's a pretty good plan not to worry about anything." "Do you think so?" "Why, we all thought so last night. Heavens!" McCloud drew back in his chair. "I never offered you a piece of chicken! What have I been think­ ing of?" "Oh, I wouldn't eat ft anyway!" cried Dicksie. * "You wouldn't? It is delicious. Do have a plate and a wing at least." "Really, I could not bear to think of it," she said, pathetically. He spoke lower. "Something is troubling you. I have no right to a confidence, I know," he added, taking a biscuit. Her eyes fell to the floor. "It is nothing. Pray, don't mind me. May I fill your cup?" she asked, looking up. "I am afraid I worry too much over what has happened and can't be helped- Do you never do that?" McCloud, laughing wretchedly, tor* Caesar's last leg from his body. "No, indeed. I never worry over what can't he helped." They left the dining room. Marion came down. But they had hardly seated themselves before the living room fire when a messenger arrived with word that McCloud was wanted at the river. His chagrin at being dragged away was so apparent that Marion and Dicksie sympathized with him and laughed at him. " 'I never worry about what can't be helped,'" Dickslte murmured. He looked at Marion. "That's a shot at me. You don't want to go down, do you?" he asked, ironically, looking from one to the other. "Why, of course, I'll go down," re­ sponded Dicksie, promptly. "Marion caught cold last uight, I guess, so yoo will excuse her, I know. I will be back in an hour, Marion, and you can toast your cold while I'm gone." "But you mustn't go alone!" pro­ tested McCloud. Dicksie lifted her chin the least bit. "I shall be going with you, shall I not? And if the messenger has gone back I shall have to guide you. You never could find your way alone." "But I can go." interposed Marion, rising. "Not at all: you can not go!" an­ nounced Dicksie. "I can protect both Mr. McCloud and myself. If he should arrive down there under the wing of two women he would never hear the last of it. I am mistress here still, I think; and I sba'n't be leaving home, you know, to make the trip!" McCloud looked at Marion. "I; II ll/l I J m k "Yonder They Cornel" never worry over what can't be helped--though it . is dollars to cents that those fellows don't need me down there any more than a cat needs two tails. And how will you get back?" he asked, turning to Dick­ sie. "I will ride back!" returned Dicksie, loftily. "But you may, if you like, help me get my horse up." "Are you sure you can find your way back?" persisted McCloud. Dicksie looked at him n surprise. "Find my way back?" she echoed, softly. "I could not lose it. I can ride over any part of this country at' noon or at midnight, asleep or awake, with a saddle or without, with a bridle or without, with a trail or without I've ridden every horse that has ever come o'n the Crawling Stone ranch could ride when I was three years old. Find my way back?" The messenger had gone when the two rode from the house. The sky was heavily overcast, and the wind blew such a gale from* the south and west that one could hardly hear what the other said. McCloud could not have ridden from the house to the barn in the utter darkness, but his horse followed Dicksie's. She halted frequently on the trail for him to come up with her, an$ after they had crossed the alfalfa fields McCloud did not care whether they ever found the path again or not. "It's great, isn't it?" he exclaimed, coming up to her after opening a gate in the dark. "Where are you?" "This way," laughed Dicksie. "Look out for the trail here. Give me your hand and let your horse have his head. If he slips, drop off quick on this side." McCloud caught her hand. They rode for a moment In silence, the horses stepping cautiously. "All right now," said Dicksie; "you may let go." But McCloud kept his horse up close and clung to the warm hand. "The camp is just around the hill," murmured Dicksie, trying to pull away. "But of course if you would like to ride in holding my hand you may!" "No," said McCloud, "of course not --not for worlds! But, Miss Dicksie, couldn't we ride back to the house and ride around the other way into camp? I think the other way into the camp--say, around bv the railroad bridge--would be prettier, don't you?" For answer she touched Jim lightly with her lines and his spring released her haQd very effectively. As she did so the trail turned, and the camp-fire, whipped in the high wind, blazed be­ fore them. Whispering Smith and Lance Dun­ ning were sitting together as the two galloped up. Smith helped Dicksie to alight. She was conscious of her color and her eyes were now unduly bright much older than I am that he ought to be the sensible one of the family, don't you think so? It frightens me to have him losing at cards and drinking. I am afraid he will get into some shoot­ ing affair. I don't understand what has come over him, and I worry about it, I believe you could influence him if you knew him." "What makes you think that?" asked Whispering Smith, but his eyes were on the fire. "Because these men he speeds his time with in town--the men wtao fight and shoot so much--are afraid of you. Don't laugh at me. I know it is quite true in spite of their talk. I was afraid of you myself until--" "Until--" "But I think it is because T don't understand things that I am so afraid. I am not naturally a coward. I'm sure I could not be afraid of you if I un­ derstood things better. And there is Marion. She puzzles me. She will never speak of her husband--I don't know why. And I don't know why Mr. McCloud is so hard ou Mr. Sinclair-- Mr. Sinclair seems so kind and good- natured." Whispering Smith looked from the fire into Dicksie's eyes. "What should you say if I gave you a con­ fidence?" She opened her heart to hid search­ ing gaze. "Would you trust me with a confidence?" He answered without hesitation. "You shall see. Now, I have many things I can't talk about, you under­ stand. But if I had to give you a secret this Instant that carried my life, I shouldn't fear to do It--so much for trusting you. OnW this, too, as to what I say: Don't fever quote me or let it appear that jrou any more than know me. Can you manage that? Really? Very good; you will understand why in a minute. The man that is stirring up all this trouble with your Cousin Lance and in this whole country is your kind and good- natured neighbor, Mr. Sinclair. I am prejudiced against him; let us admit that on the start, and remember it in estimating what I any. But Sinclair is the man who has turned your cous­ in's head, as well ap made things in other ways unpleasant for several of us. Sinclair--I tell you so you will understand everything, more than your cousin, Mr. McCloud, or Marion Sinclair understanl--Sinclair is a train-wrecker and a murderer. That makes you breathe hard, doesn't it? but it is so. Sinclair is fairly edu­ cated and highly intelligent, capable in every way, daring to the limit, and, in a way, fascinating; it is no wonder be has a following. But his following Is divided into two classes: The men that know all the secrets, and the men that don't--men like Rebstock among your own men, a cowboy named Wickwire, who will be watching Karg, and who is just as quick, and Karg, not knowing he was watched, would be taken unawares. If Wickwire goes elsewhere to work some one else will take his place here. Karg is not on the ranch now; he is up north, hunt­ ing up some of your steers that were run off last month by his own cronies. Now do you think I am giving you confidence?" She looked at him steadily. "If I can only deserve it all." In the dis­ tance she heard the calling of the men at the river borne on the wind. The shock of what had been cold her, the strangeness of the night and of the scene, left her calm. Fear had given way to responsibility and Dicksie seemed to know hepself. "You have nothing whatever to do to deserve it but keep your own coun­ sel. But listen a moment longer--for this is what I have been leading up to," he said. "Marion will get a mes­ sage to-morrow, a message from Sin­ clair, asking her to come to see him at his ranch-house before she goes back. I don't know what he wants-- but she is his wife. He has treated her infamously; that Is why she will not live with him and does not speak of him. But you know how strange a woman Is--or perhaps you don't; she doesn't always cease to care for a man when she ceases to trust him. I am not In Marion's confidence, Miss Dick­ sie. She is another man's wife. 1 cannot tell how she feels toward him; I know she has often tried to reclaim him from his deviltry. She may try again, that is, she may, for one reason or another, go to him as he asks. I could not Interfere, if I would. I have no right to if I could, and I will not. Now this is what I'm trying to get up the courage to ask you. Should you dare to go with her to Sinclair's ranch if she decides to go to him?" "Certainly I should dare." "After all you know?" "After all I knoiw--why not?" "Then in case she does go and you go with her, you will know nothing whatever about anything, of course, unless you get the story from her. What I fear is that which possibly may come of their Interview. He may try to kill her--don't be frightened He will not succeed If you can only make sure be doesn't lead her away on horseback f-om the ranch-house or get her alone in a room. She has few friends. I respect and honor her be­ cause she and ( grew up as children together in the same little town in Wisconsin. I knew her folks, all of them, and I've promised them--yarn know--to have a kind of care of her." "I think I know." He looked self-conscious even at her tone of understanding. "I need not try to deceive you; your instinct would be poor if it did not tell you more than I ought to. He came along and turned her head. You need fear nothing for yourself in going with her, and nothing for her if you can cover just those two points--can you re­ member? Not to let her go away with him on horseback, and not to leave her where she will be alone with him in the house?" "1 can and will. I think as much of Marion as you do. I am proud to be able to do something for you. How little I have known you! I thought you were everything I didn't want to know." "It's nothing," he returned, easily, "except that Sinclair has stirred up your cousin and the ranchers as well as the Williams Cache gang, and that makes talk about me. I have to do what I can to make this a peaceable country to live in. The railroad wants decent people here and doesn't want the other kind, and it falls on me, un­ fortunately, to keep the other kind moving. I don't like it, but we can none of us do quite what we please in making a living. Let me tell you thiB" •--he turned to fix his %yes seriously on hers: "Believe anything you hear of me except that I have ever taken human life willingly or save In dis­ charge of my duty. But this kind ol work makes my own life an uncertain­ ty, as you can see. I do almost liter­ ally carry my life in my hind, for if my hand Is not quicker every .time than a man's eye, I am done for then and there." "It is dreadful to think of." "Not exactly that, but it IS some­ thing I can't afford to forget." "What would become of the lives of the friends you protect if you were killed?" "You say you care for Marlon Sin­ clair. I should like to think if any­ thing should happen to me you wouldn't forget her?" "I never will." He smiled. "Then I put her in charge of the man closest to me, George McCloud, and the woman she thinks the most of in the world--ex­ cept her mother. What is this, are they back? Yonder they come." "We found nothing serious," Mc­ Cloud said, answering their questions as he approached with Lance Dunning. "The current is really swinging away, but the bank is caving in where it was undermined last night." He stopped before Dicksie. "1 am trying to get your cousin to go to the house and go to bed. I am going to stay all night, but there is no necessity for his staying." "Damn it, McCloud, it's not right." protested Lance, taking off his hat and wiping his forehead. "You need the sleep more than I do. I say he is the one to go to bed to-night," con­ tinued Lanc4, putting it up to Whis­ pering Smith. "And I insist, by the Almighty, that you two take him back to the house with you now!" Whispering Smith raised his hand. "If this is merely a family quarrel about who shall go to bed, let us com­ promise. You two stay up all night and let me go to bed." Lance, however, was obdurate. "It seems to be a family character^ istic of the Dunnings to have their own way," ventured McCloud, after some further dispute. "If you will have it so, Mr. Dunning, you may stand watch to-night and I will go to the house." Riding back with McCloud, Dicksie and Whispering Smith discussed the flood. McCloud disclaimed credit for the improvement in the situation. "If the current had held against us as it did yesterday, nothing I could have done would have turned It," he said. "Honesty is the best policy, ol course," observed Whispering Smith. "I like to see a modest man--and you want to remind him of all this when hp sends in hi9 bill," he suggested, speaking to Dicksie In the dark. "But," he added, turning to McCloud, "admit­ ting that ypu are right, don't take the trouble to advertise your view of II around here. It would be only decent strategy for us in the vallej just now to take a little of the credit due to the wind." (TO BE CONTINUED.) "I don't know why you moved, mj dear. Your house was close to the golf links." "I know; but I found the childJWK, were learning such bad language." BED-BOUND FOh MONTHS. - , Hope Abandoned After Physlclaitaf Consultation. . * •'"'Y Mrs. Enos Shearer, Yew and Wash­ ington Sts., Centralla, Wash., says: 'Tor years I waf weak and run down, could not sleep, my limbs swelled and the secretions were troublesome; pains were intense. I was fast In bed for four months. Three doc­ tors said there was no cure for me, and I was given up to die. Being urged, I used Doan's Kid­ ney Pills. Soon I was better and in a few weeks was about the house, well and strong again." Sold by all dealers, 50 cents a box* Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. m The Ever Changing Waist Line. Consider the mental agility it takes to keep up with one's waist line. One goes to bed at night in the sweet as­ surance that it will be under the arms for the next two or three months at any rate, and awakes to learn from the headlines in the morning papers the waist line is positively at the knee&. There is absolutely no use in prognos­ ticating anything about it any Ipnger. That the waist line occurred at the waist was an axiom accepted as un­ questionably as that the earth re­ volves on its axis, but in these days of higher criticism it is likely to be anywhere. It bloweth where it list- eth.--Mrs. Wilson Wood row, in Ameri­ can Magazine. Decidedly Rattled. Of an Irishman, named Dogherty, • speaker of rare eloquence, the follow­ ing amusing story is told: After one of his speeches he asked Canning what he thought of it. "The only fault I could find in It," Canning answere^ "was that you called the speaker, 'Sir* too often." "My dear friend," said Dogherty, "if you knew the state I i was in while speaking, you would sol wonder if I had called him 'Ma'awZ'" About Time. Dorothy--Can I have some water t* christen my doll, mamma? Mother--Oh! mj. I don't like you to play with water. Dorothy--Well, can I have some* wax to waxinate her? I'm sure she- ought to have something done by now- I've had her three months.--Windsor Magazine. Moreover, Whispering Smith's glance and Du Sang, and men like your cous- rested so calmly on both McCloud's ' in and a hundred or so sports in Medi- face and her own that Dicksie felt as if he saw quite through her and knew everything that had happened since they left the house. Lance was talking to McCloud. "Don't abuse the wind," McCloud was saying. "It's our best friend to-night. Mr. Dunning. It is blowing the wa­ ter off-shore. Where is the trouble?" cine B'.-nd, who see only the glamour of Sinclair's pice. Your cousin sym­ pathises with 'iinclali when he doesn't actually side with him. All this has helped to turn Sinclair's head, and this is exactly the situation you and McCloud and I and a lot of others are up against. Ihey don't know all this, but I know it. and now you know it. For answer Dunning led McCloud off j Let me tell yru something that comes toward the bend, and Dicksie was left i close to homo. You have a cowboy alone with Whispering Smith! He made a seat for her on the wind­ ward side of the big fire. When she had seated herself she looked up in great contentment to ask if he was not going to sit down beside her. The brown coat, the high black hat, and on the ranch named Karg--he Is called Flat Nose. Karg was a railroad man. He is a cattle-thief, a train- robber, a murderer, and a spy. I should not tell you this if you were not game to the last drop of your blood. But I think I knov/ you .abetter than you the big eyes of Whispering Smith had j know yoursel", though you never saw already become a part of her mental; me until lait light. Karg is Sinclair's store. She saw that he seemed pre- i spy at your ranch, and you must never occupied, anyi sought to draw him out j feel It or km*w It; but he is there to of his abstraction. ; '* ~ """" --141 "I am so glad you and Mr. McCloud are getting acquainted with Cousin Lance," she said. "And do you mind my giving you a confidence, Mr. Smith? Lance has been so unreason­ able about this matter of the rail­ road's coming up the valley and pow­ wowing so much with lawyers and ranchers that he has been forgetting! about everything at home. He is so keep your cousin's sympathy with Sin­ clair, and to )ure your cousin his way. And Karg will try to kill George Mc­ Cloud every rime he seta foot on this ranch, remeirber that." "Then Mr. McCloud ought not to be1 here. I don't want him to stay if he is in danger!" exclaimed Dicssie. "But. I do want him to come here as if it mattered nothing, and I shall try to take care of bitn I have a man Rigid Rules for Childhood. Childhood must have been a dreary time when Lady Burton was a little girl. "The only times we were flowed down stairs," she says in h«r rr^ninls- cences, "were at two o'clock luncheon (our dinner), and to dessert for scvut a quarter of an hour If our parents mate friends. On these occasions I was dressed in white muslin and blue rib­ bons. and Theodore, my stepbrother, in green velvet, with turnover lace col­ lar, after the fashion of that time. We were not allowed to speak unless spo­ ken to; we were not allowed to ask for anything unless it was given to us. We kissed our father's and mother's hands and asked their blessing before going upstairs, and we stood upright by the side of them all the time we were In the room. In those days there was no lolling about, no Tommy-keep- your-flngers out-of-the-jam. no' Dick crawling-under-the-table-pinching - peo­ ple's legs, as nowadays." Needed to Begin at Home. Two young women were scheduled to read papers on the rearing of chil­ dren in connection with a mothers' meeting, their husbands being left at home to put the two children to bed. They lived in ad^prining apartments. The young women attended the meeting, read the papers and after the discussion on the care of infants adjourned to the home of a friend for f" ?shments. When they reached t* at 11:30 the two husbands had ed forces and were frantically pacing the floor, each carrying a shrieking baby. Negative Virtues. Beware of making your moral stable consist of the negative virtues. It is good to abstain, and teach others to abstain, from aP that is sinful or hurt­ ful. But making a business of it leads to emaciation of character, .unless one feeds largely also on the more nutri­ tious diet of active sympathetic benev­ olent --Olive' Wendell Holm«* Esrly Risers Do Not Tip. The little, lean waiter, balancing eas­ ily on bis enormous feet, talked. "Oh, yes, itV got Its oddities, waitin'," he said. "Here, for instance, eurly break­ fast waiter.-" gets no tips. Wfry is that? Some says h> because early fl«iin' puts folks in a bad, non-tlppin' temjfer. My idea, though, is that people what rises early are just naturally cross-grained and mean. These reg'lar boarders is a queer lot. A reg'lar boarder at this hotel puts his toothbrush outside his door with his shoes. He pays the por­ ter a dollar a week to hold the tooth brush under a spigot half an hour a day. Sweetens It up sump'n fine, he says." Important to Mother*. . Examine carefully every bottle m CASTORlA a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that II Bears the Signature ol ID Use For Over 90 Years. The Kind You Have Always The Antispeed Argument. "Was that a novel your messenger boy was reading?" "Worse than that," answered the man in charge of the office. "It was the fable of the hare and the tortoise.1* <• Lame back and Lumbago make a young man feel old. Hamiins Wizard Oil makes an old man feel yonng. Absolutely notk- iag like it for the relief of all pain. Many a man makes his mark in U>« world--with a whitewash brush. Lewis' Single Binder cigar. Original ia Us Foil Smoker Package. Take no substitute. Undertakers also come head of scientific boxers. under the Wisdom in Old Adages. "Strike when the iros is hot" an* keep it hot by striking. "Take timt while time is, for time will away," fhe English say. The Spanish proverb has it: "When the fool has made up his mind the market has gone by." 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