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t B"" £ •* R* / HI 'SRKW^ & -AR-VA; ar- M -M. T D1 a MANK II. aFiAiifiAw . O I LLUc5TRAT10N6 ° BY ANDRE" BOWLET<5 COPYRIGHT 1900 BY CHA» dCAlBNCR'j JOKft SYNOPSIS. Murray Sinclair and bis sans ot wreck­ ers were called out to clear the railroad tracks at Smoky Creek. McCloud. a yoyng road superintendent, caught Sin­ clair and his men in the act of looting the wrecked train. Sinclair pleaded in­ nocence, declaring it only amounted tq a email 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 gang of crazed miners and that was the reason for the superintendent's appointment to his office. McCloud arranged board at the boarding house of Mrs. Sinclair, the ex-forenian's deserted wife. Dicksie Dun­ ning- was the daughter of the late Rich­ ard Dunning, who had died <)f a broken heart shortly after his wi^Ts demise, which occurred after one year of mar­ ried life. Smoky Creek bridge was mys­ teriously burned. President Bucks noti­ fied Smith that he had work ahead. A Stock train was wrecked by an open switch. Later a passenger train was held up and the exftress car robbed. Two men of a posse pursuing the bandits w«re killed. "Whispering Smith" approached Sinclair. He tried to buy him off. but failed. He warned McCloud that his life was in danger. McCloud was carried forcibly into I,anc£ 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. Dicksie 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 his vanch. He tried to persuade his desertedv wife to. return to him. 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 old Baggs. Whispering Smith befriended his ten-year-old son. They came to Williams Cache. Smith was certain the bandits were there. He importuned Rebstock, "king of the cache," to give up Du Sang. Rebstock refused. Smith declared he would clean out the whole gang, inclu­ ding Rebstock. Smith came upon the bandits, Du Sang among them. Marion prayed that he should come back alive. Smith learned that Sinclair, Rebstock and an escaped bandit had* joined forces, He Started after them with Wlckwire. Smith Invaded the Williams Cache rendeavpus. He dexterously pulled himself out of a tight hole. He arrested a horse-thief. Sinclair had gone, presumably to kill McCloud. Sinclair visited Dunning and was given sympathy. Dicksie knew of his presence. Sinclair started for Medi­ cine Bend. Dicksie reproved her cousin for not arresting Sinclair. She set out in the storm for Medicine Bend. She passed Sinclair on the way and was thrown bruised and bleeding against Ma­ rion's door. Dicksie told her story. The doctor who attended her refused Sinclair Admission. j CHAPTER XXXVIII.--Continued, No man in Medicine Bend knew Sin­ clair more thoroughly or feared him less than Barnhardt. No man could better meet him or speak to him with less of hesitation. Sinclair, as he faced Barnhardt. was not easy in spite of his dogged self-control; and he was standing, much to his annoyance, in the glare of an arc-light that swung across the street in front of the shop. He was well aware that, no such light jad ever swung within a block of the shop before and in it he saw the hand of Whispering Smith. The light was unexpected, Barnhardt was a surprise, and even the falling snow, which pro­ tected him from being seen 20 feet away, angered him. He asked curtly who was ill, and without awaiting an answer asked for his wife. The surgeon eyed him coldly. "Sin­ clair, what are you doing in Medicine Bend? Have you come to surrender yourself?" "Surrender myself? Yes, I'm ready any time to surrender myself. Take me along yourself, Barnhardt, if you think I've done worse than any man would'that lias been hounded as I've been hounded. I want to see my \?ife." "Sinclair, you can't see yoUr ulife." "What's the matter--is she sick?" "No, but you can't see her." "Who says I can't see her?" "I say so." Sinclair swept the ice furiously from his beard and his right hand fell to his hip as he stepped back. "You've turned against me too, have you, you gray-haired wolf? Can't see her! Get out of that door." The surgeon poiqjed his finger at the murderer. "No, I won't get out of this door. Shoot, you coward! Shoot an unarmed man. You will not live to get 100 feet away. This place is chance to get away; take it. Bad as you are, there are men in Medicine Bend who knew you when you were a man. Don't stay here for some of them to sit on the jury that hangs you. If you can get away, get away. If I were your friend--and God knows whom you can call friend in Medicine Bend to-night--I couldn't say more. Get away before it is too late." He was never again seen alive !n Medicine Bend. They tracked him next day over every foot of ground he had covered. They found where he had left his spent horse and where afterward he had got the fresh one. They learned how he had eluded all the picketing planned for precisely such a contingency, got into the Wickiup, got upstairs and burst open the very door of McCloud's room. But Dicksie had on her side that night One greater than her invincible will or her faithful horse. McCloud was 200 miles away. Barnhardt lost no time in telephon ing the Wickiup that Sinclair was in town, but within an hour, while the two women were still under the sur­ geon's protection, a knock at the cot­ tage door gave them a second fright. Barnhardt answered the summons. He opened the door and, as the man out­ side paused to shake the snow off his hat, the surgeon caught him by the shoulder and dragged into the house Whispering Smith. Picking the icicles from his hair, Smith listened to all that Barnhardt said, his eyes roving meantime over everything within the room and men­ tally over many things outside it. He congratulated Barnhardt, and when Marion came into the room he apolo­ gized for the snow he had brought in. Dicksie heard, his voice and Cried out *'-»m the bedroom. They could not keep her away, and she ran out to catbh his hands and plead with him not to go away. He tried to assure her that the danger was over; that guards were now outside everywhere, and would be until morning. But Dick­ sie clung to him and would take no refusal. Whispering Smith looked at her In amazement and in admiration. "You a.re captain to-night, Miss Dicksie, by heaven. If you say the word I'll lie here on a rug till morning. But that man will not be back to-night. You ere a queen. If I had a mountain girl that would do as much as that for me I would--" "What would you do?" asked Marion. "Say good-by to this accursed coun­ try forever." >7 CHAPTER XXXIX. Closing In. In the morning the sun rose with a mountain smile. The storm had swept the air till the ranges shone blue and the plain sparkled under a cloudless sky. Bob Scott and Wlckwire, riding at daybreak, picked up a trail on the Fence river road. A consultation was held at the bridg6r"and within half an i our Whispering Smith, with un­ shaken patience, was in the saddle and following it. With him were Kennedy and Bob Scott. Sinclair had ridden into the lines, and Whispering Smith, with his besi two men, meant to put it up to him to ride out. They meant now to get him, with a trail or without, and were putting horseflesh against horse­ flesh and craft against craft. At the forks of the Fence they picked up Wickwire, Kennedy taking him on the up road, while Scott with Whisper­ ing Smith crossed to the Crawling Stone. When Smith and Scott reached the Frenchman they parted to cover in turn each of the trails by which it is possible to get out of the river country toward the Park and Williams Cache. By four o'clock in the afternoon they had <all covered the ground so well that the four were ablefto make their rendezvous on the bjlg) Fence divide, south of Crawling S^tone val­ ley. They then found, to thjeir disap­ pointment, that, widely separated as they had been, both parties were fol lowing trails they believed to be good, watched for you; you could not have i They shot a steer, tagged it, ate din- got within 100 yards of it to-night ex­ cept for this snow." Barnhardt pointed through the storm. "Sinclair, you will hang in the courthouse square, and I will take the last beat of your pulse with 5these fingers, and when I pro- i^unce you dead they will cut you down. You want to see your wife. You want to kill her. Don't lie; you want to kill her. You were heard to hay as much to-night at the Dunning ranch. You were watched and tracked, and you are expected and looked for here. Your best friends have gone back on you. Ay, curse again and over again, but that will not put Ed Banks on bis feet." Sinclair stamped with frenzied oaths. "You're too hard on me," he cried, clenching his hands,. "I say you're too hard. You've heard one side of it. Is that the way you put judgment on a man that's got no friends left because they start a new li£on him every day? Who is it that's watching me? Let tLem stand out like men in the open. If they want me, let them come like men and take me!" "Sinclair, this storm gives you a ner and supper in one, and separated under Whispering Smith's counsel that both the trails be followed into the next morning--in the belief that one of them would run out or that the two would run together. At noon the next day Scott rode through.the hills from the Fence, and Kennedy with Wickwire came through Two Feather pass from the Frenchman with the report that the game had left their valleys. Without rest they pushed on. At the foot of the Mission mountains they picked up the tracks of a party of three horsemen. Twice within ten miles afterward the men they were following crossed the river. Each time their trail, with some little diffi­ culty, was found again. At a little ranch in the Mission foothills, Ken­ nedy and Scott, leaving Wickwire with Whispering Smith, tooR fresh horses and pushed ahead as far as they could ride before dark, but they brought back news. The trail had split again, with one man riding alone to the left, while two had taken the hillB to the right, heading for Mission pass and the Cache. With Gene Johnson and the saddle and waved his hat. She watched him ride down the road and around the hill. When he reappeared she was still looking and he was gal­ loping along the lower road. A man rode out at the fork to meet him and trotted with him over the bridge. Rid­ ing leisurely across the creek, their broad hats bobbing unevenly in the suhshine, they spurred swiftly past the grove of quaking asps, and in a moment were lost beyond the trees. Bob at the mouth of the Cache there was little fear for that outlet. The turn to the left was the unexpected. Over the little fire in the ranch kitch­ en where they ate supper, the four men were in confercnce 20 minutes. It was decided that Scott and Kennedy should head for the Mission pass, while Whispering Smith, with Wick­ wire to trail with him, should under­ take to cut off, somewhere between Fence river and the railroad, the man who had gone south, the man believed to be Sinclair. It was a late moon, and when Scott and Kennedy saddled their horses Whispering Smith and Wickwire were asleep. With the cowboy, Whispering Smith started at daybreak. No one saw them again for two days. During those two days and nights they were in the saddle almost continuously. For every mile the man ahead of them rode they were forced to ride two miles and often three. Late In the second night they crossed the railroad, and the first word from them came in long dispatches sent by Whispering Smith to Medicine Bend and instruc­ tions to Kennedy and Scott in the north, which were carried by hard riders straight to Deep creek. On the morning of the third day Dicksie Dunning, who had gone home from Medicine Bend and who had been telephoning Marion and George Mc­ Cloud two days for news, was trying to get Medicine Bend again on the telephone when Puss came in to say that a man at the kitchen door wanted to see her. "Who is it, Puss?" "I d'no, Miss Dicksl«; 'deed, I never seen him b'fore." Dicksie walked around on the porch to the kitchen. A dust-covered man sitting on a limp horse threw back the brim of his hat as he touched it, lifted himself stiffly out of the saddle, and dropped to the ground. Hfe laughed at Dicksie's startled expression. "Don't you know me?" he asked, putting out his hand. It was Whispering Smith. He was a fearful sight. Stkined from head to foot with alkali, saddle- cramped and bent, his face scratched and stained, he stood with a smiling appeal in his bloodshot eyes. Dicksie gave a little uncertain cry, clasped tar brads, and, with a scream, threw her arms impulsively around his neck. "Oh, I did not know yon! What has happened? I am so glad to see you! Tell what has happened. Are you hurt?" He stammered like a' schoolboy. "Nothing has happened. I didn't real­ ize what a tramp I look or I shouldn't have come. But I was only a mile away and I had heard nothing for four days from Medicine Bend. And how are you? Did your ride make you ill? No? By heaven, you are a game girl. That was a ride! How are they all? Where's your cousin? In town, is he? I thought I might get some news If I rode up, and, oh, Miss Dicksie--jim- iny! some coffee. But I've got only two minutes for it all, only two min­ utes; do you think Puss has any on the stove?" Dicksie with coaxlqg and pulling got him into the kitchen, and Puss tum­ bled over herself to set out coffee and rolls. He showed himself ravenously hungry, and ate with a simple direct­ ness tha£ speedily accounted for every­ thing in sight. "You have saved my life. Now I am going, and thank you a thousand times. There, by heaven, I've forgotten Wickwire! He is with me--waiting down in the cot ton woods at the fork. Could Puss put up a "Who Says I Cant 8e« Her?" lunch I could take to him? He hasn't had a scrap for 24 hours. But, Dick­ sie, your tramp is a hummer! I've tried to ride him down and wear him but and lose him, and, by heaven, he turns up every time and has been ot more use to me than two men." She put her hand on • Whispering Smith's arm. "I told him If he would stop drinking he could be foreman here next season." Puss was putting up the lunch. "Why need you hurry away?" persisted Dicksie. "I've got a thousand" things to say." He looked at her amiably. "This is really a case of must." "Then, tell me, what favor may I do for you?" She looked appealingly Into his tired eyes. "I want to do something for you. I must! don't deny me. Only, what shall It be?" "Something for me? What can I say? You'll be kind to Marlon--I shouldn't have to ask that. What can I ask? Stop! there is one thing. I've got a poor little devil of an orphan up in the Deep Creek country. Du Sang murdered his father. You are rich and generous,'Dicksie; do something for him, will you? Kennedy or Bob Scott will know all about him. Bring him down here, will you, Hid see he doesn't go to the dogs? You're a good girl. What's this, crying? Now you are frightened. Things are not so bad an that. You want to know every­ thing--I see it in your eyes. Very well, let's trade. You tell me every­ thing and I'll tell you everything. Now then; Are you engaged?" They were standing under the low porch with the sunshine breaking through the trees. She turned away her face and threw all of her happi­ ness into a laugh. "I won't tell." "Oh, that's enough. You have told!" declared Whispering Smith. "I knew --why, of course I knew--but 1 wanted to make you own up. Well, here's the way things are. Sinclair has run us all over God's creation for two days to give his pals a chance to break into Williams Cache to get the Tower W money they left with Rebstock. For A fact, we have ridden completely around Sleepy Cat and been down in the Spanish Sinks since I saw you. He doesn't want to leave without the money, and doesn't know It Js in Ken­ nedy's hands, and can't get into the Cache to find out. Now the three-- whoever the other two are--and Sin­ clair--are trying to joia forces some­ where up this valley, and Kennedy, Scott, Wickwire and I are after them; and every outlet Is watched, and it must all be over, my dear, before sun­ set to-night. Isn't that fine? I mean to have the thing wound up somehow. Don't look worried." "Do not--do not let him kill you," she cried, with a sob. "He will not kill me; don't be afraid." "I am afraid. Remember what yonr life is to all of us!" "Then, of course, I've got to think of what it is to myself--being tbe only one I've got. Sometimes I don't think much of it; but when I get a welcome like this it sets me up.' If I can once get out of the accursed man-slaughter­ ing business, Dicksie-- How old are you? Nineteen? Well, you've got the finest chap in all these mountains, and George McCloud has the finest--" With a bubbling laugh she shook her finger at him. "Now you are caught. Say the finest woman In these mountains if you dare! Say the finest woman!" "The finest woman of 19 in all crea­ tion!" He swung with a laugh into CHAPTER XL. Crawling Stone Wash. When Whispering Smith and his companions were fairly started on the last day of their Hde, it was toward a rift in the Mission range that the trail led them. Sinclair, with consummate cleverness, had rejoined his compan­ ions; but the attempt to get into the Cache, and his reckless ride into Medi­ cine Bend, had reduced thej. chances of escape to a single outlet md that they must find up Crawling fitone val­ ley. The necessity of it was spelled in every move the pursued men had made for 24 hours. They were riding the pick of mountain horseflesh and covering their tracks by every device known to the high country. Behind them, made prudent by unusual dan­ ger, rode the best men the mountain division could muster for the final ef­ fort to bring them to account. The fast riding of the early week had given way to the pace of caution. No trail sign was overlooked, no point of concealment directly approached, no hiding-place left unsearched. The tension of a long day of this work was drawing to a close when the sun set and left the big wash in the shadow of the mountains. On the higher ground to the right, Kennedy and Scott were riding where they could command the gullies of the pre­ cipitous left bank of the river. High on the left bank itself, worming his way like a snake from point to point of concealment through the scanty brush of the mountain-side, crawled Wickwire, commanding the pockets in the right bank. Closer to the river on the right and following the trail itself over shale and rock and be­ tween scattered bowlders, Whispering Smith, low on his horse's neck, rode slowly. Jt was almost too dark to catch the slight discolorations where pebbles had been disturbed on a flat surface or the calk of a horseshoe had slipped on the uneven face of a ledge, and he had halted under an uplift to wait for Wickwire on the distant left to ad­ vance, when, half a mile below him, a horseman crossing the river rode slowly past a gap in the rocks and dis­ appeared below the next bend. He was followed In a moment by a sec­ ond ridqr and a third. Whispering Smith knew he had not been seen. He had flushed the game, and, wheeling his horse rode straight up the river- bank to high ground, where he could circle around widely below them. They had slipped between his line and Wlckwlre's, and were doubling back, following the dry bed of the stream. It waB impossible to recall Kennedy and Scott without giving an alarm, but by a quick detour he could at least hold the quarry back for 20 minutes with his rifle, and in that time Ken­ nedy and Scott could come up. Less than half an hour of daylight remained. If the outlaws could slip down the wash and out Into the Crawl­ ing Stone valley they had every chance of getting away in the night; and if the third man should be Barney Reb­ stock, Whispering Smith knew that Sinclair thought only of escape. Smith alone, of their pursuers, could now intercept them, but a second hope re­ mained: On the left, Wickwire was high enough to command every turn In the bed of the river. He might see them and could force them to cover with his rifle even at long range. Cast­ ing up the chances, Whispering Smith, riding faster over the uneven ground than anything but sheer recklessness would have prompted, hastened across the waste. His rifle lay in his hand, and he had pushed his horse to a run. A single fearful instinct crowded now upon the long strain of the week. A savage fascination burned like a fever in his veins, and he meant that they should not get away. Taking chances tnat would have shamed him in cooler moments, he forced his horse at the end of the long ride to within 100 paces of the river, threw his lines, slipped like a lizard from the saddle, and, darting with Incredible swiftness from rock to rock, gained the water's edge. ( From up the long shadows of the wash there came the wail of an owl. From it he knew that Wlckwire had seen them and was warning him, but he had anticipated Ihe warning and stood below where the hunted men must ride. He strained his eyes over the waste of rock above. For one half- hour of daylight he would have sold, In that moment, ten years of his life. What could he do If they should be able to secrete themselves until dark between him and Wlckwire? Gliding under cover of huge rocks up the dry watercourse, he reached a spot where the floods had scooped a long, hollow curve out of a soft ledge in the bank, leaving a stretch of smooth sand on the bed of the stream. At the upper point great bowlders pushed out o the river. He could not inspect the curve from the spot he had gained without reckless exposure, but he must force the little daylight left tc him. Climbing completely over the lower point, he advanced cautiously, and from behind a sheltering spur stepped out upon an overhanging table of rock and looked across the river- bottom. Three men had halted on the sand within the curve. Two lay on their rifles under the upper point, 120 paces from Whispering Smith. The third man, Seagrue, less than 50 yards away, had got ofT his horse and was laying down his rifle, when the? hoot- owl screeched again and he looked un­ easily back. They had chosen for their halt a spot easily defended, and needed only darkness to make them safe, when Smith, stepping out into plain sight, threw forward his hand. They heard his sharp call to pitch Up, and the men under the point jumped. Seagrue had not yet taken His hand from his rifle. He threw it to his shoulder. As closely together as two Angers of the right hand,can be struck twice in the palm of the left, two rifle­ shots cracked across the wash. Two bullets passed so close in flight they might have struck. One cut the dusty hair from Smith's temple and slit the brim of his hat above his ear; the other struck Seagrue under the left eye, plowed through the roof ol his mouth, and, coming out below his ear, splintered the rock at his back. The shock alone would have stag­ gered a bullock, but Seagrue, laughing, came forward pumping his gun. Sin­ clair, at 120 yards, cut instantly into the fight, and the ball from his rifle creased the alkali that crusted Whis­ pering Smith's unshaven cheek. At he fired he sprang to cover. For Seagrue and Smith there was no cover; for one or both it was death In the open and Seagrue, with his rifle at his cheek, walked straight Into it. Taking for a moment the fire of the three guns, Whispering Smith stood, a perfect target, outlined against the sky. They whipped the dust from hia coat, tore the sleeve from his wrist and ripped the blouse coiiar from hia neck; but he felt no bullet shock. He saw before him only the buckle of Seagrue's belt 40 paces away, and sent bullet after bullet at the gleam ol brass between the sights. Both men were using high-pressure guns, and the deadly shocks of the slugs made Seagrue twitch and stagger. The man was dying %s he walked. Smith 's hand was racing with the lever, and had a cartridge jammed, the steel would have snapped like a match. (TO BE CONCLUDED.) "Good morning, ladles!" "Aw, g'wan! You'se needn't com* around beto' so polite, just becauM you see we're eatin' apples!" In Confidence. "Do your cows give much mUk^* queried the fair summer boarder. "Do they?" echoed the old farmer. "Say, jist atween y*ew an' me, they give so all-fired much that we diloot th' well water we sell tew th' camper* with it."--Chicago Daily News. Valuable as Honey Finder •*- Bee Cuckoo of Africa of Great Service to the Natives and Protected by Them. One of the most sagacious of birds is certainly the bee cuckoo, or moroc, a little bird very like the English sparrow. It is found in various parts of Afri­ ca where wild bees abound, and. being unable to help Itself to the honey, which Is its favorite food, it resorts to human aid. Having discovered a swarm of bees. It flies to the nearest habitation, and attracts by its cries of "Cherr, cherr, cherr," the attention of some of the natives. It then flies off in the direc­ tion of the nest, uttering its cry and waiting for Its followers to overtane It. Should they be tardy It returns to meet them, and seems as If trying to urge them on tP greater speed, the natives answering it with a low whis­ tle. Arrived at Its destination. It la si lent, waiting patiently on the bougb of a neighboring tree while Its hu­ man friends dig out the nest, a good share of the boncy on the comb con tainlng the bee maggots, being left by them for their feathered guide. The natives never Injure this bird, and alwayB prevent travelers from shooting It Wrong Diagnosis. Many a girl thinks she has brokAt her heart when she b&s only sprained her imagination --Life. Liked Wit of Artemas Ward Londoners for a Wonder Appreciated Work of Great American Humorist On the occasion of Artemus Sard's professional visit to London, which oc­ curred not long before his death, J. E. Preston Muddock says id his fbook. "Pages from an Adventurous JJtfe," that the American humorist's adver­ tisements of his "show" were M full of funny surprises as the lectures themselves. One that tickled the gen­ eral public was this: Artemus Ward Delivered Lectures Before All the Crowned Heads of Eu­ rope Ever Thought of Deliver­ ing Lectures. And an excerpt from his lecture on "Drawing," is quoted' by Mr. Mujjdock as a particularly delightful bit. "I haven't distinguished myself aa an artist," Ward said, In his inimitable way, "but have always been mixed up In art. I have an uncle who takes photographs in his sane moments, and I have a servant who takes every­ thing he can lay his hands on at any moment. "At a very tender age I could draw on wood. When a mere child I once drei^a small cart-load of raw turnips over a wooden bridge. It was a raw morning The people of the village recognized me. They said It was a raw-turnip drawing. That shows how faithfully I had copied nature. I drew their attention to It, so 70U see there was a lot of drawing in it. "The villagers, with wonderful dis­ cernment peculiar to villagers, said I had a future before me. As I was walking backward when I made my drawing I replied that I thought that my future must be behind me." Pew Paupers In Holland. Holland has few dependent pau­ pers. Work is provided for all those who apply for relief. Holland's Famous Bird. The stork is treated with great and singular respect In the Netherlands. These strange birds may be seen here and there, almost everywhere In the south, but I do not remembei see­ ing any in the north. The house se­ lected by the stork for a nesting pmi»e is considered fortunate, and very spe­ cial facilities are provided by the householders to enable it to build a nest comfortably. At The Hague many of these bUrda are maintained at public expense. The first that 1 saw was from n window of the railway train as we were crossing the "Hoi landsdiep," when a chimney-top came into view on which were two of th. long-legged creatures, preening then- selves, their nest, an unsightly bun die of sticks and straws, littering th* housetop.--The Chautauquan. But Every One Makes Them. Cheerful Ass (inspecting photo graphs in room ot easu^l acquaint ance)--That's a good looking girl. No your slater, la she?--Yale Record. ONJEYEAR Cured by Lydia E. Pink- ham'sVegetableCompouiid Milwaukee, Wis. -- "Lydia E. Pink* ham's Vegetable Compound has made me a well woman, and I would like to tell the whole world of it. I suffered fromfemale trouble and fearful painsin my back. I had the best doctors and they all decided that I had a tumor in addition to my female trouble, ana advised an opera- . . . . . . . . . tion. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound made me a well woman and I have no more backache. I hope I can help others by telling them what Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound has done for me."--MRS. E MMA IMSJS, 883 FirstSt, Milwaukee, Wis. The above is only one of tbe thou­ sands of grateful letters which are constantly being received by the Pinkham Medicine Company of Lynn, Mass., which prove beyond a doubtthat Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com­ pound, made from roots and herbs, actually does cure these obstinate dis­ eases of women after all other means have failed, and that every such suf- eriiig woman owes it to herself to at least give Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegeta­ ble Compound a trial before submit­ ting to au operation, or giving up hope of recovery. Mrs. Pinkham, of Lynn* Ms*. Invites all sick women to Write her for advice. She has raided thousands to health, ana ner advioe is free* ;^ An aching back is instantly relieved by an application of Sloan's Liniment. This liniment takes the place of massage and is better thap sticky plasters. It penetrate* --without rubbing--through the skin and muscular tissue right to the bone, quickens the blood, relieves congestion, and AS waii mm gJ> <14 «0 temporary relief. Here's the Proof. Mr. .TAXES C. I.EE, of 1100 Ml ft, 8. E., Washington, I).C.,writes: "Thirl* . years ago 1 f ell from a scaffold and eect- ously injured my back. 1 Buffered terri­ bly at times ; from the email ot my badk all around my stomach was just as if I had been beaten with a club. I usm every plaster X could get with no relie#. Sloan's Liniment took lk« pain rigM oat, and 1 can now do a* »uch ladmr VorkuaufiniiiBtlwiiKV) thankr» Sloan's Y" • • X Liniment Mr. J. P. BTAW#, of Mt. Airy, Ga^ •ays: "After being afflicted for threa years with rheumatism, I used SloanlJ 1 .inimenand was cured sound ana well, and am glad to say 1 haven't bwB troubled with rheumatism since. My leg waa badly swollen t'rota n»y hip to my knee. One-balf a bottio look tha pain and swelling out." Sloan's Liniment has no equal as a remedy for Rheu­ matism, Neuralgia or any pain or stiffness in the muscles or joints. Priest, 25c., 50c. $1.00 Staan'a lauolc Mt hamt. I'lttttr, •!)««& a n d p o u l t r y i e a i Addreu Of, Earl S. Stan, Bos ten, Mass., U.S.A. AGENTS Hwtl, HAME FASTENE1 LX>a,wr»y * Horse owner* anJl \ i thexa .' tastfcntly with (Sovm M. OlWutlntarem. Itua*, Wk tfr •ot Mlitfwtorr Write tot cooa<i««n»i frmrn W •«•*»»* r. Tkuuu Mlfe. «»» WtIM *-1-. DaytM, iave the Baby---Use cu m usi mucin m (§»«$*%»$ Should be fives at one* wheo IIM Utile ui.e !t heals tfas ste!- ioate throat and protects the lua# from iiilectioa--guaranteed safe and very pdatable. All Drt£,g:igii»&N