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r / IUU5TDATI0N5 BY ANDBE BOWLES ' 3Y Gw>5 <Sc/?/&Mr/?s 6<ws co&Y&scs/r SYNOPSIS. ,<f«> 1 jSfer&jriSIhclalr and his gang: of wreck - fifs were called out to clear the railroad ttacks at Smoky Creek. McCloud, a -JBpung road superintendent, caught Sin- > elair and hia men in the act of looting tie wrecked train. Sinclair pleaded in­ nocence, declaring it only amounted to a small sum--a treat for the men. McCloud discharged the whole outfit and ordered the wreckage burned. McCloud became Acquainted with Dicksie Dunning, a girl Of the west, who came to look at the wreck. "Whispering" Gordon Smith told •President Bucks of the railroad, of Mc- Cloud's brave fight against a geng of crazed miners and that was the reason <0r the superintendent's appointment to hie office. McCloud arranged board at the boarding house of Mrs. Sinclair, the ex-foreman's deserted wife. Dicksie Dun- sing !wa» the daughter of the late Rich- » «rd Dunning, who had died of a broken "Heart shortly after hia wife's demise. Which occurred after one year of mar­ ried life. Smoky Creek bridge was mys­ teriously burned. President Bucks noti­ ced Smith that he had work ahead. A Slock train was wrecked by an open •Witch. Later a passenger train was held Sand the express car robbed. Two men a posse pursuing the bandits were killed. "Whispering Smith" approached Sinclair. He tried to buy him off, but tailed. He warned McCloud that his life was in danger. McCloud was carried forcibly into Lance Dunning's presence. 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. A sudden rise of the Crawling Stone riv­ er created consternation. DickBie and Ma­ rion appealed to McCloud for help. Whis­ pering Smith joined the group. McCloud took his men to fight the river, Lance Dunning welcomed them cordially. Mc­ Cloud succeeded in halting the flood. Dicksie and Marion visited Sinclair at hia ranch. He tried to persuade his deserted Wife to return to film. She refused. He accused Whispering Smith of having Stolen her love from him. A train was held up and robbed, the bandits escap­ ing. Smith and McCloud started in pur­ suit. At Baggs ranch Du Sang killed okl Baggs. Whispering Smith befriended hta ten-year-old son. They came to Williams Cache. Smith was certain the bandits were there. He importuned Rebstock, 'Icing of the cache," to give up Du Sang. Rebstock refused. Smith declared lie would clean out the whole gang. Inclu­ ding Rebstock. Smith came upon the bandits. Du Sang among them. CHAPTER XXVI I--ContinvHMlk It was, not the first time the Wil­ liams Cache gang had sworn to get Win and had worked together to do it, but for the first time it looked as if they might do it. A single chance was left to Whispering Smith for his life, find with his coat slashed with bullets, tie took it. For an instant his life hung on the success of a trick so ap- \ J>allingly awkward that a clever man tatight have failed in turning it. If his rifle should play free in the scabbard ' as he reached for it, he could fail to the ground, releasing it as he plunged from the saddle, and make a fight on Ills feet. If the rifle failed to release Ike was a dead man. To so narrow an tpsue are the cleverest combinations sometimes brought by chance. He. dropped his empty revolver, ducked like a mud-hen on his horse's neck, . . threw hack his leg, and, with all the precision he could summon, caught - the grip of his muley in both hands. Be made his fall heavily to the ground, landing on his shoulder. But •8 he keeled from the saddle the last tiling that rolled over the saddle, like the flash of a porpoise fin, was the barrel |MF the rifle, secure in his hands. Karg, v*" CD horseback, was already bending #ver him, revolver in hand, but the : *hot was never fired, A 30-30 bullet from the ground knocked the gun into the air and tore every knuckle from Karg's hand. Du Sang spurred in .. . from the right. A rifle-slug iike an ax ^t the root caught him through the „ -middle. His fingers stiffened. His V "alx-shooter fell to the ground and he clutched his side. Se&grue, ducking > -' '"Idw, put spurs to his horse, and Wilis- V ,j|ering Smith, covered with dust, rose »,yv4pn the battlefield alone. Hats, revolvers and coats lay about Mm. Face downward, the huge. bulk Of Bill Dancing was stretched motion­ less in the road. Karg, crouching be­ side his fallen horse, held up the Moody stump of his gun hand, and Du ' Sang, 50 yards away, reeling like a drunken man in his saddle, spurred £ *|lis horse in an aimless circle. Wbis- . ... jperiag Smith, running softly to the Side of his own trembling animal, threw himself into the saddle, and, ad- f ' justing his rifle sights as the beast plunged down the draw, gave chase to Seagrue. CHAPTER XXVIII. -- * /sT" :1 The Death of Ou Sang. - Whispering Smith, with his horse la . A lather, rode slowly back 20 minutes ' later with Seagrue disarmed ahead of felm. The deserted battle-ground was ; alive with men. Stormy Gorman, hot r for blood, had come back, captured Itarg, and begun swearing all over ; Again, and Smith listened with ami- Able surprise while he explained that v> jteeing Dancing killed, and not being i|ible to tell from Whispering Smith's • i.-.ji|jecoliar tactics which side he was ' Shoot ingat, Gorman and his compan­ ions had gone for help. While they v aEngrily surrounded Karg and Seagrue, Smith slipped frcm his horse where Aill Dancing Jay, lifted the huge head from the dust, and tried to turn the giant orver. A groan greeted the at- tempt. .. * "Bill, open your eyes! Why would . £ fou not do as I wanted you to?" he ^ 'tourmured bitterly to himself. A sec- v'%nd groan answered him. Smith spiled for water, and. from a canteen drenched the pallid forehead, talking cipftly meanwhile; but his efforts to re- Store consciousness were unavailing. ; Be turned to where two of the cow- , • ioys had dragged Karg to the gronnd * " Sad three others had their old com­ panion Seagrue in hend. While two fceld huge revolvers within six Incites his head, a third was adjusting a •ippe-knot tinder bis ear. Whispering Smith became Inters ested. "Hold on!" said he, mildly, "what Is loose? What are you going to do?" "We're going to hang these fel lows,** answered Stormy, with a volley of hair-raising imprecations. •' "Oh, no! Just put thenl on*horaes under guard." "That's what we're going to do," exclaimed the foreman. "Only we're going to run 'em over to those cotton- woods and drive the horses out from under 'em. Stand still, you tow-headed cow thief!" he cried, clipping the noose up tight on George Seagrue's neck. "See here," returned" Whispering Smith, showing some annoyance, "you may be joking, but I am not. Either do as I tell you or release tho?e men." "Well, I guess we are not joking very much. You heard me, didn't you?" demanded Stormy, angrily. "We are going to string these damned crit­ ters up right here in the draw on the first tree." Whispering Smith drew a pocket- knife and walked to Flat Nose, slit the rope around his neck, pushed him out of the circle, and stood in front of him. "You can't play horse with my pris­ oners/' he said, curtly. "Get over here, Karg. Come, now, who Is going to walk in first? You act like a school­ boy, Gorman." Hard words and a wrangle followed, but Smith did not change expression, and there was a back-down. "Have you fellows let Du Sang get away while you were playing fool here?" he asked. "Du Sang's over the hill there on his them to help, but they refused 46 touch Du Sang. ; Whispering Smith kept his patience. "Karg, take that horse's head," said he. "Come here, Seagrue; help me lift Du Sang on the horse. The boys seem to be afraid of getting blood on their hands." With Whispering Smith and Sea­ grue supporting Du Sang In the saddle and Karg leading the horse, the caval­ cade moved slowly down to the creek, where a tiny stream purled among the rocks. The water revived the in­ jured man for a moment; he had even strength enough, with some help, to ride again; and, moving in the same halting order, they took him to Reb­ stock's cabin. Rebstock, at the door, refused to let the sinking man be brought into the house. Ho cursed Du Sang as the cause of all the trou­ ble. But Du Sang cursed him with usury, and, while Whispering Smith listened, told Rebstock with bitter oaths that if he'had given the boy Barney anything but a scrub horse they never would have been trailed. More than this concerning the affair Du Sang would not say, and never said. The procession turned from the door. Seagrue led the way to Reb- stock's stable, and they laid Du Sang on some hay. Afterward they got a cot under him. With surprising vitality he talked a long time to Whispering Smith, but at last fell into a stupor. At nine o'clock that night he sat up. Ed Banks and Kennedy were standing beside the cot. Du Sang became delirious, and kept clear of the killing at Tower W I will do what I can for you. Don't talk to anybody." v S. CHAPTER XXtX. His Revolver Dropped to the Ground. horse, and full of light yet," exclaimed 090. "Then we will look him up,** sug­ gested Smith. "Come, Seagrue." "Don't go over there. He'll get you If you do," cried Gorman. "Let us see about that. Seagrue, yon and Karg walk ahead. Don't duck or run, either of you. Go on." Just over the brow of the hill near which the fight had taken place, a man lay below a ledge of granite. The horse from which he had fallen was grazing close by, but the man had dragged himself out of the blinding sun to the shade of the sagebrush above the rock--the trail of it all lay very plain on the hard ground. Watch­ ing him narrowly. Smith, with his prisoners ahead and the cowboys riding in a circle behind, approached. ,?Du Sang?" The man in thf sagebrush turned his head. Smith walked to him and bent down. "Are you suffering much, Du Sang?" The wounded man, sinking with Shock and internal hemorrhage, ut­ tered a string of oaths. Smifj listened quietly till be had done; then he knelt beside him and put his hand 00 Du Sang's hand. "TeU me where you are hit, Du Sang. Put your hand to it. Is it the stomach? Let me turn you on your side. Easy. Does your belt hurt? Just a minute, now; I can loosen that" "I know you," muttered Du Sang, thickly. Then his eyes--terrible, rolling, pink eyes--brightened and he swore violently. "Du Sang, yon are not bleeding much, but Fm afraid you are badly hurt," said Whispering Smith. anything I can do for youf* "Get me some water." > » A creek flowed at no great distance below the hill, but the cowboys re­ fused to go for water. Whispering Smith would have gone with Seagrue and Karg, but Du Sang begged him not to leave .him alone lest Gorman should kill him. Smith canvassed the situation a moment "I'll pOt you on my horse," said he at length, "and take you down to the creek." He turned to the cowboys and asked" in his delirium called the same of Whispering Smith; but Smith was at Baggs' cabin with Bill Dancing. In a spasm of pain, Du Sang, opening his eyes, suddenly threw himself back. The cot broke, and the dying man rolled under the feet of the frightened horses. In the light of the lanterns they lifted him back, but he was bleed­ ing slowly at the mouth, quite dead. The surgeon, afterward, found two fatal wounds upon him. The first shot, passing through the stomach, ex­ plained Du Sang's failure to kill at a distance in which, uninjured, he could have placed five shots within the com­ pass of a silver dollar. Firing for Whispering Smith's heart, he had, de­ spite the fearful shock, put four bul­ lets through his coat before the rifle-' ball from the ground, tearing at right i angles across the path of the first but-1 the headache now at all. McCloud and Dlcksle. . News of the fight in Williams Cache reached Medicine Bend in the night. Horsemen, filling in the gaps between telephones leading to the north coun­ try, made the circuit complete, hut the accounts, confused and colored in the repeating, came in a cloud of con­ flicting rumors. In the streets, little 'groups of men discussed the frag mentary reports as they came from the r&ilroad offices. Toward morning. Sleepy Cat, nearer the scene of the fight, began sending in telegraphic^ re­ ports in which truth and rumor were strangely mixed. McCloud waited at the wires all night, hoping for trust­ worthy advices as to the result, but re­ ceived none. Even during the morn­ ing nothing came, and the silence seemed more ominous than the bad news of the early night Routine busi­ ness was almost suspended and Mc­ Cloud and Rooney Lee kept the wires warm with inquiries. At the noon hour McCloud was sign­ ing letters when Dicksie Dunning walked hurriedly up the hall and hesi­ tated in the passageway before the open door of his office. He gave an exclamation as he pushed back his chair. She was in her riding suit just as she had slipped from her saddle. "Oh, Mr. McCloud, have you heard the awful news? Whispering Smith was killed yesterday in Williams Cache by Du Sang." McCloud stiffened a little. "I hope that can't be true. * We have had nothing here but rumors; perhaps it is these that you have heard." "No, no! Blake, one* of our men, was in the fight and got back at the ranch at nine o'clock this morning. I heard the story myself, and I rode right in to--to Bee Marion, and my courage failed me--I came here first. Does she know, do you think? Blake saw him fall from the saddle after he was shot, and everybody ran away, and Du Sang and two other men were firing at him as he lay on the ground. He could not possibly have escaped with his life, Blake said; he must have been riddled with bullets. Isn't it terrible?" She sobbed suddenly, and McCloud, stunned at her words, led her to his chair and bent over her. "If his death means this to you, think of what it means to me!" A flood of Sympathy bore them to­ gether. The moment was hardly one for interruption, but the dispatcher's door opened and Rooney Lee halted, thunderstruck, on the threshold. Dicksie's hand disappeared in her handkerchief. McCloud had been in wrecks before, and gathered himself together unmoved. "What Is it, Rooney?" The very calmnefts bf the' two at the table disconcerted the dispatcher. He held the message in his hand and shuffled his feet. "Give me your dis­ patch," said McCloud, impatiently. Quite unable to take his hollow eyes off Dicksie, poor Rooney ad­ vanced, handed the telegram to Mc­ Cloud, and beat an awkward retreat. McCloud devoured the words of the message at a glance. "Ah!" he cried, "this Is from Gor­ don himself, sent from Sleepy Cat. He must be safe and unhurt! Listen: Three o* the Tower W men trailed into WilHam» Cache. In resisting arrest this morning, Du Sang was wounded and is dying to-night. Two prisoners, Karg and Seagrue. O. 8. "Those are Gordon's Initials; it is the signature over which he tele­ graphs me, You see, this wss-sent last night long after Blake left. He is safe; I will take my life on it." Dicksie sank back while McCloud re-read the message. "Oh, isn't that a relief?" she exclaimed. "But how can it be? I can't understand it at all; but he is safe, isn't he? I was heart­ broken when I heard he was killed. Marion ought to know of this," she said, rising. "I am going to tell her." "And may I come over after I tell Rooney Lee to repeat this to head­ quarters?" "Why, of course, if you want to." When McCloud. reached the cottage Dicksie met him. "Katie Dancing's mother Is sick, and she has gone home. Poor Marion is all alone this morning, and half dead with a sick headache," said Dicksie. "But I told her, and she said she shouldn't mind let, had cut down his life to a question of hours. Bill Dancing, who had been hit in the head and stunned, had been moved back to the cabin at Mission Springs, and lay in the little bedroom. A doctor at Oroville had been sent for, but had not come. At midnight of the second day, Smith, who was be­ side his bed, saw him rouse up, and noted the brightness of his eyes as he looked around. "Bill," he declared, hopefully, as he sat beside the bed, "you are better, hang It! I know you are. How do you feel?" "Ain't that blamed doctor here yet? Then give me my boots. I'm going back to Medicine Bend to Doc Torpy." In the morning Whispering Smith, who had cleansed and dressed the wound and felt sure the bullet had not penetrated the skull, offered no objec­ tion to the proposal beyond caution­ ing him to ride slowly. "You can go down part way with the prisoners, Bill," suggested Whispering Smith. "Brill Young is going to take them to Oroville, and you can act as chair­ man of the guard." Before the party started, Smith called Seagrue to him. "George, you saved my life once. Do you remember --in the Pan Handle? Well, I gave- you yours twice in the Cache day be­ fore yesterday. I don't know how "But what are you going to do?" "I am going to get dinner; do you want to help?" 'Tm going to help." "Oh, you are? That would he very funny." "Funny or not, I'm going to help." "You would only be in the way." "You don't know whether I should or not." ' "I know I should do much better it you would go back and run the rail­ road a few minutes." "The railroad be hanged. I am for dinnfer." "But I will get dinner for yon.*" "You need not I can get it for my­ self." "You are perfectly absurd, and if we stand here disputing, Marion won't have anything to eat" They went into the kitchen disput­ ing about what should be cooked. At the end of an hour they had two fires going--one in the stove and one in Dicksie's cheeks. By that time it had been decided to have a luncheon in­ stead of a dinner. Dicksie attempted some soup, and McCloud found a strip of bacon, and after he had cooked it, Dicksie, with her riding-skirt pinned up and her sleeves delightfully rolled back, began frying eggs. When Marion, unable longer to withstand the excite* ment, appeared, the engineer, flushed The three sat down at table togeth­ er. They found they had forgotten the coffee, but Marion was not allowed to move from her chair. When the coffee was made ready the bacon had been eaten and more had to be fried. McCloud proved able for any part of the program, and when they rose it was four o'clock and too late, Mc Cloud declared, to go bade to the of­ fice that afternoon. Marion and Dicksie, after a time, at­ tempted jointly to get rid of him, but they found they could not, no the three talked about Whispering SmitlL When the women tried to discourage McCloud by talking hats he played the wheesy piano, and when Dicksie spoke about going home he declared he would ride home with her. But Dick­ sie had no mind that he should, and when he asked to know why, without realizing what a flush lingered in his face, she said only, no; If she had reasons she would give none. McCloud persisted, because under the flush about his eyes was the resolve that he would take one long ride that evening, in any event. He had made up his mind for that ride--a longer one than he had ever taken before, or expected ever to take agate--and would hot be balked. Dicksie, insisting upon going home, went so far as to have her horse brought from the stable. To her sur­ prise, a horse for McCloud came over with it. Quiet to the verge of solem­ nity, but with McCloud following, Dicksie walked with admirable firm­ ness out of the shop to the curb. Mc­ Cloud gave her rein to her, and with a smile stood waiting to help her mount. • * ' She was drawing on her second glove. "You are not going with me." "You'll let me ride the same road, won't you--even if I can't keep up?" Dicksie looked at his mount "Tit would be difficult to keep up, with that horse." "Would you ride away from jne' just because you have a better horse?" "No, not just because I have a bet­ ter horse." He looked steadily at her without speaking. "Why must you ride home with me when I don't want you to?" she asked, reproachfully. Fear had come upon her and she did not know what she was saying. She saw only the expres­ sion of his eyes and looked away, but she knew that his eyes followed her. The snn had set The deserted street lay in the white half-light of a moun­ tain evening, and the day's radiance was dying in the sky. In lower tones he spoke again, and she turned deadly white. "I've wanted so long to say this, Dicksie, that I might as well be dead as to try to keep it back any longer. That's why I want to ride home with you if you are going to let me." He turned to stroke her horse's head. Dicksie stood seemingly helpless. Mc­ Cloud slipped his finger into his waist­ coat pocket and held something out in his hand. "This shell pin fell from your hair that night you were at camp by the bridge--do you remember? I couldn't bear to give it back." j Dicksie's eyes opened wide. "Let me see it I don't think that is mine," "Great heaven! Have I been carry­ ing Marion Sinclair's pin for a month?" exclaimed McCloud. "Well, I won't lose any time in returning It to her, at any rate." "Where are you going?" Dicksie's voice was faint. "I'm going to give Marion her pin." "Do nothing of the sort! Come here! Give it to me." "Dicksie, dare you tell me, after a Shock like that, it really is your pin?" "Oh, I don't know whose pin it is!" "Why, what is the matter?" "Give me the pin!" She put her hands unsteadily up under her hat "Here, for heaven's sake, if you must have something, take this comb!" She slipped from her head the shell that held her knotted hair. He caught her hand and kissod it, and she could not get it away. "You are dear." murmured Dicksie, "if you are silly. The reason I wouldn't let you ride home with me is because I was afraid you might get shot. How do you suppose I should feel if you were killed? Or, don't ybu think I have any feeling?" "But, Dieksie, Is it all right?" "How do I know? What do you mean? I will not let you .ride home with me, and you will not let me ride home alone. Tie Jim again. I am going to stay with Marion all night." STARTING NEWS. x- :r?Ti - '•( Old Skinflint--Here, boys, what's this you were shouting? "Great swindle--60 victims!" I can see notbi, ing about it in the paper. Sharp Sam--That's the swlndla?^ you are the sixty-first. CHAPTER XXX. The Laugh of a Woman. Within an hour, Msrion, working over a hat in the trimming rodm, was startled to hear the cottage door open and to see Dicksie quie unconcernedly walk in. To Marion's exclamation of surprise she returned only a laugh. "I have changed my mind, dear. I am going to stay all night" ' Marion kissed her approvingly.' "Really, you are getting so sensible I HUMOR BURNED AND ITCHED. "Ohl .Mr. McCloud, Have You Heard the Terrible Newsf shan't know you, Dicksie. In fact, I believe this is the most sensible thing you were ever guilty of." "Glad you think so," returned Dick-} sie, dryly, unpinning her hat; "cer-1 tainly hope it is. Mr. McCloud per- j suaded me It wasn't right for me to ; ride home alone, and I knew better : than he what danger there was for him in riding home with me--so here I am. He is coming over for supper,; too, in a few minuteB." When McCloud arrived he brought | with him a porterhouse steak, and I Marion was again driven from the kitchen. At the end of an hour, Dick­ sie, engrossed over the broiler, was [ putting the finishing touches to the steak, and McCloud, more engrossed, was watching her, when a diffident and surprised-Iooking person appeared in the kitchen doorway and put hia hand undecidedly on the casing. While ho stood, Dicksie turned abruptly to McCloud. "Oh, by the way, I have forgotten something! Will you do me a favor?* "Certainly! Do you want money or a pass?" "No, not money," said Dicksie, lift­ ing the steak on her forlt, "though you might give me a pass." "But I should hate to have yon go away anywhere--" "I don't want to go anywhere, hut 1 never had a pass, and I think It would be kind of nice to have one just to keep. Don't you?" "Why, yes; you might put it in the bank and have it drawing interest." "This steak Is--Do they give inter* est on passes?" "Well, a good deal of interest is felt in them--on this division *t • least What is the favor?" "Yes, what Is it? How can I think? Oh, I know! If they don't put Jim in a box stall to-night he will kill some of the horses over there. Will you fcNe* phone the stables?" ^ (TO BE CONTINUKtX) Eczema on Hand, Arms* Leg Pace--It Was Something Terrible. Complete Cure by CutteiriVr'; "About .fifteen or eighteen yew# ago eczema developed on top of mj hand. It burned and itched so much that I was compelled to show it to a doctor. Ho pronounced it ringworm. After trying his different remedies tho disease increased and went up my arms and to my legs and finally on my face. The burning "was something terrible. I went to another doctor who had the reputation of being the best In town. He told me it was eczema. His medicine checked the advance of the disease, but no further. I finally concluded to try the Cuticura Reme­ dies and found relief in the first trial. I continued until I was completely cured from the disease, and I have not been troubled since. C. Burkhart, 236 W. Market St., Chambersburg, Sept. 19, 1908." ; <*0Uer firat * Cbem. Corp.. Bote Prop*., IToWHfc When a man is sick he has great trouble with blB wife as to how xmMriit he should eat. ^ Lewis' Single Binder gives tKe smoker what he wants, a rich, mellow-tasting cigar. The people who don't want to stay little must read big books. limit Guar®11 <14 fit. - SICK HEADAGNE WANTED MORE COMMON FARE Dally Mesls of Oysters Had Begun «». Pall on Palate of Tramp Prints i ! An Oregon editor onee get a big advertisement from a place which sold nothing but oysters. The place had j just opened, and while the proprietor > was willing to advertise he didn't have ' the cash to Bpend; so the newspaper man took a fcard which entitled him to j ten dollars' worth of oysters. "A few days later a tramp printer strolled ; into the Gazette office and wanted a job," relates the editor., "I had noth- : ing to offer him, but told the man he j might Bleep bacfc in the composing | room, and as he had no money to buy | food, I gave him the meal ticket on the oyster parlor. I didn't hear from him again for more than a week. One day he came Into the office looking a bit drawn and worn. 'I don't want to seem dissatisfied with what you've done for me, Mr. Carter,' he said, 'and I'm willing to admit that the luscious bivalve is a wonderfully line bit of food; jpit for heaven's sake, can't you get an ad. from a ham and egg em­ porium ?"' i . CARTER'S ITTLE Positively cared bf these Little Pills. They also w>Uere Db» tress from Dyspepsia, Ia> digestion and Too Hearty Entiiijr. A perfect rwn»- edy for Dl«iness, N»u* sea. Drowsiness, Bad Taste In the Mouth, Com* ed Tongue, Pain La the Side, TORPID I.IVKB. They regulate the Bowels. Purely VegetaMSb SMALL PILL. SMALL DOSE. SMALL tm. , « T [CARTERS •III I IE WlVER mi*. Genuine Must Beit Fac-Simile Signature Population of Because the News and Courier stated the obvious' conclusion, from the fact that water pipes do not freeze in hades, that there are ne plumbers in that region, some of our contemporaries are vilifying it In their narrow, partisan way. In spite of this, we now declare that the amount of gas constantly escaping from hades shows that what plumbers who may be there are apprentices.--Charleston ?iewf and Courier. REFUSE SUBSTITUTE*. 30 ft. Bowels-- Biggest organ of the body--the bowels--and the most important--- It's got to be looked after--neglect means suffering and years of misery. CASCARETS help nature keep every part of yoor bowels clean and strong--then they act right--means health to your whole body. pj Life's Blessedness. The blessedness of life depends more upon its interests than upon Its comforts.--George Macdonald. u-W WHY SUFFER? DR. BLUNT'S $60,000 RHEUMATIC REHEAT CHtcs quick relief aud laa permitgMai£u**ior RHEUMATU TRIAL TREATMI Address A. L. BLUNT, M. D. 3S6 j KNOWNsince 1836 as R E L lAb . .,r. n^-JRADE-MA&h ^ p c & c ° « B L A C C CAPSULES SUPERIOR REMEDY' -URINARY DISCHARi.[y DRUGGISTS or by MAILon RECEIPTcf 50 H PLAN TEN & SON dJ HENRY ST BROOKLthN /s Useful Ally of Farmers W • badly you are into tills thing. If yon f with endeavor, was making toast. " * Plover Destroys Various Insects That Damage Crops, Is Assertion of English Publicstion. Of all our birds the plover is abso­ lutely the most useful on the land, and we have the authority of the board of agriculture for saying that "the multiplication of insects injurious to crops" is the direct consequence of the fashion for plovers' eggs. The bird destroys snails* wireworms, beetles and all sorts of noxious in­ sects that damage crops. As it feeds largely at night it destroys many in­ sects that other birds do not touch, and it has also a peculiar virtue in killing a water snail which indirectly is the cause of liver rot, a deadly dis­ ease in sheep. Plover have been more than usually numerous this year, and no doubt if their eggs were protected, as in Scot­ land, they would multiply yet more and save many thousands of pounds that are now spent on the fattening of the wfreworm. It is becoming also a more popular prsctice to keep lovers as a garden pet. They do incalculable good and are very interesting to watch, especially at this season.--Lon­ don Dally Mail- Just Lather and Shave NO STROPPING NO HONING WOULD OVER KNOWN vm- ! 'V OLD SORES CURED Translated Into English. Every one has heard the story of the Englishman who was told, when asking what was done with all the superfluous fruit grown in California --"We eat what we can, and what we can't we can." The joke was told to another Eng­ lishman, who received It with rather t a sickly smile, and upon his retwrn home gave his own version of it. "Queer people, three Americans," he said. "Peculiar sense of humor They told me as one of their choice jokes that when asked what they did with their fruit that was left over, they answered that 'Thajr ate wfcai they could and what tknr nrinHa~ they could."M A DOSE OF CURE ^ m mum m is as safe at it is effective. Gnr* aateed to contain no opiates, It it veiy palatable too--children Ok ik Alt! v.%...... •'>** . . .