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«TH& MtHEXRT 'PLATIVDEALEtt, McHSKRT, :0I THE HEART NIGHT Wl A STORY OF THE CftCAT NORTH WEST Oy vingie e. aoe ILLU5TRATION5 6Y COALRSFCS copy/HC/rr OY POOO. MEAD ANO CONP^NR •YNOPSIS. --10-- Silett of Daily's lumber camp directs ft stranger to the camp Walter Sandrv Introduces himself to John Dally, fore­ man. aa "the DHIlnRsworth Lumber Co., or most of i t ." He makes acquaintance with the camp and the work. In an em­ ergency he proves to the foreman that he does not lack judgment. Sll. ' tz tells him Df the Preacher. He discovers that SIW-ti bears the si«n of the Siletz tril»v of In­ dians and wonders what her surname Is In the flush of a tender moment ie calls her "the Night Wind in the Pirn s." and kisses her. Poppy Ordway. a magazine writer from New York, comes to Daily's to get material for a romance of the lum ber region. Hampden of the Yellow Pines Co. claims title to tlie East Belt and Bets up a cabin on It. Sandrv's men pull down the cabin. Sundry's end Hampden's men flshi over the dis- futed tract. The Preachi i stops the fisht Sandrv finds that the to the East Belt has never been recorded. Poppy f lu t* with Hampden to Ruin his confi­ dence. She tells Sandry that Hampden Is crooked and thai she'll get ' lmn. Poppy goei to Salem ip search of evidence against Hampden. Sandrv's men desert hltr for Hampden, who has offered more money Siletz goes to her friends the SI washes and persuades them to work for Sandry to save his contract. Poppv telli Sandry that she has proof of Hamp- rien'% fllins: bop us entries In collusion with the commission. She sees Siletz and Sandry talking together and becomes iealf>us. The hig timber raft Is started on i*s way, but Is blown up and Sandry Is dangerously Injured. Poppy Insists on lakirg care of Sandry and says she Is his promised wife. "No." cries Siletz. "he klssec me and I am his woman." Tn Sari- dry's delirium he gives Poppy a clue to his past. On recovering Daily tells him of the successful fill ing of his contract and he says that he is going after Hampden himself amd "get him straight." Ma Pally shows Saniiry Poppy's notes of his delirious talk. Poppy plays with Hamp­ den. CHAPTER XIX--Continued. "But they say you're go.in' to marry that da--beg yer pardon--that Johnny Eastern. That so? For God's sake, girl, don't say It!" Hampden's red face was pale, and Blie enjoyed seeing this coarse, bull­ like man shaken to his foundations. "And what If it is?" "I'll kill Mai! So help me heaven. I'll get him ftext--I tell you I can't stand for that!" "Get him next time," she was saying swiftly to herself, "oh. HamDden. i fancy there'll be a lot of getting-- whether or not Walter Sandry wants Die to quit--now, after all I've gone through with jou to get my line staked out!" Aloud she vaid. at the same time, "No--it Isn't true." And Hampden caught her band and kissed it. March cradled by and April--May came in with the feel and look of sum­ mer--aa it does in the western hills, warm and bright and eternally sunny Eandry wondered if it had ever rained Any exertion tired him cruelly, so he loafed about the office, sat on the east porch at the cook-shack, and talked idly with the three women, for Poppy Ordway. despite Ma Daily's coldness mnd hints, and Siletz' silence, still stayed on at the camp. Often Sandry •watched her with a puzzled look in his eyes which all her cleverness had foiled to fathom. There was a slight constraint be­ tween them. The work of the camp w^nt on well. A butch of lumberjacks from Sacramento had come in during April, •and Sandry took them on. The Port land Lumber company received the «econd raft, a smaller one, by the middle of May. and followed its re­ ceipt with another order that would keep all hands and extra help at work until August. The pressing mortgage had been lifted by that first big check and the young owner felt his spirit surging within h>m like the growing year. His only worry was the fact that Hampden w&s building track and a log-trail into th« strip between camp and the East Belt from the south. He evidently meant to begin opera­ tions under Sandry's very eyes. "Walter," asked Miss Ordway, "how long are you going to wait before let­ ting me use my lever to pry Hamp­ den off?" i She watched him with narrowed eyes. The strange reticence, the em­ barrassed reserve that had fallen upon Sandry of late and for which she could not account, kept his glance from hers as he answered: "Until I am able to go to Salem." The woman's exquisite cheeks flamed a dull crimson under their rose leaf pink--the heavy hue of anger-- but she only smiled. "And 1 cannot help?" she asked wist­ fully. Sandry laughed, constrainedly. "I'll have to get him myself." he reiterated, "and 1 can't tight him with my fists--though., by heaven, I'd like to!" At that moihent Siletz came around the corner of the house and Sandry's eyes went to her as helplessly as the needle to the north and in them came instantly an expression of wistful sad ness. That look sent a cold chill to the passionate heart of Poppy Ordway and in a flash she made a decision. The danger in Siletz was drawing near, she knew, though Sandry himself was unaware of it. "So it's going to be a fight?" she thought, while a sick rage hurried her breath; "all right! 1 guess I'll have to use all my power " "Walter." she said suddenly. "I'm going'east tomorrow." Instantly he turned upon her, search ing her face with startled eyes, and though Miss Ordway was smiling sweetly at the girl, she knew that his face was going gray. "Yes?" he asked unsteadily. The tone pierced her heart with a pain that stung, but she put It resolutely aside. She had determined to have this man by fair means or foul and she knew that in the future she would repay him for any pain she might cause in the process of winning him "Yes," she answered quietly, "but I'm coming back. 1 want to see my publishers." CHAPTER XX. '""ft* Cruel Weapon. In the soberly correct offices of Farnsworth & Heathcote, one of New York's most solid and reputable law firms, two persons sat talking. The honest roses in the cheeks of Miss Poppy Ordway bloomed glorious­ ly. Her raiment whispered silkily when she moved her splendid shoul­ ders a bit more comfortably against the mahogany chair-back. "And now, Mr. Farnsworth." she was saying, "can you give me the full particulars of that mysterious rob­ bery?" The eminent lawyer's quiet eyes were Inking picosurauis note or inc woman's beauty, the concise handling of the discussion in hand. "As one of the attorneys for the estate of James B. Whitby, I think I am qualified to do so," he stated gravely. "Then," said Poppy Ordway. open­ ing a littH&fed morocco notebook at a page far to the back, "let us pro­ ceed." Mr. Farnsworth spread out before him a set of papers " 'First--Standard Coppor and Zinc company, consolidated,' " he read with­ out preface, "one of the most conserva tive and entirely solvent concerns in the country. Under the control and in the hands of Whitby, Halstead. Witherspoon & Haste. " 'Suspected of crooked methods. Twice involved in suits at law, charged with rate and rebate'swindles. " 'Second--On the night of June 18 1899, President Whitby had in his pos­ session. for what reason has never been made known, at his bachelor apartments at Whitby place, Aredale $502,000 in banknotes of high denomi nations. He had sent away his man for the night and was entirely alone. " 'Third--He was found at nine o'clock the next morning, in his library, sitting before a table, several bours dead. Under his hand lay an unfin­ ished letter. This letter follows, ver­ batim: Arcade Plate. New York City. New York. June 18. 1899 I . James B Whitby, president of the Standard Copper and Zinc company. Con­ solidated. Bit down to write what h^be- Ueve will be my last word on earth. The telephone wires have been cut, my man Is away for the night, and I am en­ tirely alone in the grip of one of my re­ current attacks of heart trouble, but my brain Is abnormally clear. I brought out last evening from business |Ti<i2.000. for reasons known to myself--all of It In bills of high denomination. At one o'clock this night I looked up tn face a pistol held by a man, a young man who was unmasked. "You may as well be patient," he said quietly, "for I Intend having a talk with you." Then followed what sufficed to heat me Into the greatest rage of my life--an ac­ cusation of myself, my methods and my firm, the statistical coldness of which was the acme of studied insolence. He was a young man. almost a boy. just home from a year in Europe after col­ lege. He had. It appears, found his father a bankrupt, through unwise speculations of a partner, and tracing some transactions to me. laid it all at my door He de­ manded the money I had In my posses­ sion--a' the p>lnt of the pistol! Shaking with rage I obeyed, and threat­ ened to expose him by daylight. He cool­ ly told me 1 would not dare because of proofs. In his hands, which would states- ? prison me. ant! which proolfe I pcaitlvaly { know do not axtst. | The affair, 1 believe at this writing wtl! | coat me my life, so vitally did it «tlr niv | anger, and here and now before mv •trength falls, let me commend him to the fullest limit of the law for punish­ ment. He la aa truly my .murderer aa If he had Bred hla gun. to this I swear, and his name l»-- "There." finished the attorney, "the letter ended, signed only by the hand of death, leaving the greatest mystery of the times. There was no trace of the young man with the pistol. "There has been found no trace of the immense bundle of banknotes, as there could be found no record of their numbers nor any word of where Mr Whitby got them. There has been found nothing, as all the world knows. The estate has employed the best de­ tective talent of the country to no avail. There are no true clues, opin­ ions or theories. All are false when applied." With lightning rapidity Miss Ord­ way had been following the attorney's reading in shorthand in the red note­ book. "Ah!" she said with a breath of satisfaction, "that is excellent! Excel­ lent--and it closes the first matter of which 1 spoke. Now for the second." She smiled into Mr Famsworth's eyes in her own bewitching manner as she told the small lie. for there were no two matters upon which she had sought intelligence, but one only and that of so gigantic and uncertain a Mature that she felt as If she were handling dynamite which might ex­ plode any moment. However, the air of finality with which she folded the notebook and thereby seemed to dismiss the great Whitby mystery deceived that shrewd and far-seeing man, Farnsworth, him­ self. He saw no connection between her two sets of questions when she, seem­ ing to turn the trend of her own mind into an entirely different channel, put her next query. "And now, Mr. Farnsworth," she said briskly, "what do you know of the name 'Sandry'?" The lawyer was folding up bis pa­ pers and putting them carefully away in the drawer. "Sandry? Why--not very much. Miss Ordway. Simply that there is a firm by the name of Sandry & Mussel dorn which deals in fancy horses and racing stock. They have magnificent breeding farms in New Jersey and are rated as rather more than financially solid. Mr. Wilton Sandry. the senior partner, is an old man, of very fine presence, an invalid since three years ago--tied to a wheel chair in his man­ sion on Riverside drive. Musseldorn, a ciever man, extremely cupuuie auu pleasant." "And is that all? Has this Mr. Wil­ ton Sandry any family?" "Why, let me see--yes. I believe there is a son. one son. The mother is dead." "And where is this son?" "1 do not know. He has been tn Europe, I believe, though it seems to me that he returned some time ago." "U'm," Miss Ordway was saying to herself--"a year in Europe, after col­ lege." Twenty minutes later the eminent lawyer walked down with her to where her runabout waited. As she threaded among the teeming traffic. Poppy Ordway wa8 saying to herself. "Wilton Sandry. financially solid. James B. Whitby robbed by a "There," Finished the Attorney, "the Letter Ended." man--a young man Just home from a year in Europe, after college, whose father be had found bankrupt by un wise speculation of a partner and the said James B. Whitby. And Walter Kan iry in the Oregon hills mutters of 'Ruined! . Ruined! And he does not know!' 'Legitimate! It is done legitimately!' and 'I am the law this night. James B. Whitby!' Ah me! Waiter--Walter--heart of my heart, fire of my blood--you're the man with the pistol!" HARD TO DEFINE VULGARITY .What One Generation Condemns An­ other May Have Considered Distinctly Proper. There Is nothing more difficult to define than vulgarity. It is often mere­ ly something one dislikes in some­ body's manner of speech or behavior. • Webster's dictionary defines "vul­ gar" in the modern sense as "lacking cultivation or refinement; rustic, boor­ ish; also, offensive to good taste or refined feelings; low, coarse, mean, base." And "vulgarity" it defines as "gross- ness or ciownishness of manners or language: absence of refinement; coarseness." The naif of these definitions might safely be cast aBide. It is absurd to define "vulgar" in the present sense tl "rustic; low. . . . mean. base. When we say that anyone u> vulgar we m'6an chiefly that be is. »n Web­ ster's words, "offensive to good taste. } and that is about as near an explaoa tioD as we can go. rfe •7 As to what good taste is, who can Inform us? To say that it }J the taste of the best people• does not get us much farther, for we have then to dis­ cover who are the best people. And 1b It the best people who have ever lived that we must follow, or the best people who are living now? The best people nowadays would consider St vulgar to get drunk at table; but the best people of bygone times were of a different cpinion. MADE HIS PROMISES GOOD E Plurlbus Unum. The Latin phrase "E Plurlbus Unum." means "From Many. One." It is the motto of the United Slates, as being one nation, though composed of many states. The expression is found originally In a Latin poem entitled "Moretum." supposed to have been written by the poet Virgil. Business Based on Credit. The checks Which pass through the clearing bouse in London and New York in one month In normal times ex ceed the value of all the existing gold and silver co'n lu the world. Ardent Wooer Gave Bride at Least a Glimpse of the 8plendora She Longed For. She managed to withstand his woo­ ing (though, what with his red hair and sparkling teeth and impetuous manner, and all, be was "some" woo­ er ') until he described the honey moon that be would provide'for her. Ever bad it been her ambition to travel. "The world will lay its treasures ai your feet!" he cried. "The silks and chopsticks of China, and the perfumes and lovely horses of Arabia, the mys ticism of India, and the cavorting Cos sacks oi Russia!" "Ob. Wilton!" she whispered, en­ raptured. He went on glowingly: You will ride on tbe camels of |h« desert and aee. sate by my aid*, the obstreperous wild beasts of tbe jungle. Tbe splendors of the East and West the glories of the North and South- all shall be at your service1. The Orl e&u the Occident. the Accldfentl" CHAPTER XXI. r, . Tto Right Law. Once again Poppy Ohlway was hack at Daily's. Seemingly nothing had happened In her absence. Sandry was a little stronger, a bit more impatient to be at the work, able to go about the camp and the tilted meadow. He was pale still, ttnd to her passionate eyes more to desired than ever. She noticed quickly how wistfully tender was the face of Siletz, and how the girl 6tayed apart from Sandry in a certain diffidence. This was balm to her fears and her anxiety. She went back to her work with re newed vigor She was happier here in this wild country than she had ever been in her life, filled with the excite ment of Fame that lured and Love that beckoned, and, BO she believed, able to capture both. Then one day an incident took place that caused her to see that she must let him feel the Bteel beneath the velvet. As usual, she sat in the golden after­ noon on the east porch, her work for the day being over, and Sandry lounged on the lowest step, his elbow on the floor anij his hat pulled low over hla eyes, gazing down the valley Presently there came a sound, a rhythmic sound, at first far off. then coming nearer, the rolling thunder of a big horse in full flight, and up from the lower rollvay came Black Bolt, gleaming, dark, splendid. As If she were a part of him, Silets rode, sway­ ing with her lcose motion that always suggested the very drunkenness of speed. In her arm she held a great bunch of wild bleeding-hearts, their brilliant crimuon splashing gorgeously along her olive throat, where tbe blue shirt lay open a bit. With a slight pressure of knee and heel the girl sent the great black horse directly at the steps of the porch. As he came on Miss Ordway sprang up with a little scream, overturning her chair. But Sandry sat unflinching on the lowest step, smiling. Within three feet of him Black Bolt lowered his head, set bis feet and came to a splen­ did stop. Siletz ifcaned forward and dropped her burdeu in Sandry's lap, showering him with the blood of the bleeding- hearts. She did not look at him. Then they trotted away around the corner to the sited and Sandry's lips tight­ ened pitifully as he gathered tip each smallest spray of the woods-treasures Where she stood ^ick against the wall, one hand at^fier "pulsing throat. Miss Ordway saw that tightening of the lips, the droop that came into the man's whole face, and her eyes nar­ rowed and* hardened like a cat's. eating room. "Walter," she said, "I'm 'stuck' In the middle of a chapter. Will you gc> over a few pages with me and give me the benefit of a man's ideas?" He smiled. "I'm afraid mine will not be of much account, but such as they are you art welnoiae to^them." "Tt^y will answer," said Miss Ord way, "a woman cannot write from her self for men--she must write from man to man. I'll bring my manuscript out here." And turning, she weut from him to the sanctuary of the litile south room When she returned she carried a hand ful of closely typewritten pages. They drew up on& of the pine ben :hes, spread out the manuscript be­ tween the catchup bottles and sat down together. lastantly with the'touch of the shift­ ing sheets in her fingers Miss Ordway seemed to drift away from the per­ sonal. She became detached, absorbed, swallowed up in the thrall of work and Sundry had a feeling of what such a work must mean to one. "Now see." she said, naif excitedly, "here is the point about which 1 am a trifle in doubt. But 1 will have to sketch the situation for you so you can get a grip on it." She turned toward him, spreading out flat on the paper one exquisite hand. Among her other hidden vani­ ties, Poppy Ordway cherished an inor dinate pride in these hands of hers-- and she knew their value and their po­ tency to the last atom. With an unconscious appreciation Sandry now looked down at It where it spread across the page. Uncon sciously. too, his mind caught a shad­ owy comparison--the memory of the olive-colored, slim hands of the girl Siletz But she was speaking and be looked again. "Now suppose my hero is confront­ ed with a man--his friend, It bap- pens--who, in the plausible and un­ impeachable methods of modern busi­ ness, has calmly become possessed of my hero's wealth. There is no pos­ sible way of touching the swindler, for it has been done in a manner that gives it the seeming of legality Yet the victim knows in his heart that tbe other is a thief. *K'ow here is my point--" Miss Ordway was talking slowly as if thinking carefully and no one listen­ ing would have suspected that the words she uttered were purely me chanlcal. having been written out and memorized that afternoon, and that "Wilton." she gurgled. "I am yours!" And be clasped her in bis arms and they were married And it was all as be had promised, for she spent ber honeymoon with Darnum and Nalley's circus, where be had a steady lob keeping mice away from the ele­ phants. .her mind was busy with * different set of Ideas, bi fact. thiB was what she was thinking, tabulating rapidly a set of items. "Widening eyes--aroused Interest, abnormal. Fingers tapping the table-- startled nerves. No suspicion, but as­ tonishment at so unique a coinci­ dence." Aloud she was going on: "Suppose my hero to be a modern man of aver­ age good principles, could he bring himself to steal back deliberately an amount equal to, or compensating for, the amount stolen from him, and not consider himself a criminal? Could he go out among men with his head up, not deeming himself a thief? And would the modern man of average honor do such a thing?" Miss Ordway was leaning forward, seemingly absorbed in ber problem, her eyes on Sandry's face, where con­ flicting expressions were struggling for the mastery. "In a moment!" she was saying to herself, eager as a hound; "in a mo- Miss Ordway Was Talking 8lowly. ment he will commit himself!" for the bright, blue glance of the young owner wavered a bit, he opened his lips, shut his hand upon the oilcloth and his jaw hardened with tautened muscles. "No! He wouldn't be a thief--that would be the right law." Every nerve In Miss Ordway's body jumped, though there was no outward sign, as the tension that had been growing between them snapped with the voice of Siletz. The girl had stopped on the far side of the room, unnoticed by either, and now she stood leaning forward with her hands upon the table, her braids hanging beside tbem. The shadow of her parted hair was over her eyes. Miss Ordway's fingers crawled into her palm, rigid with a desire to inflict bodily pain upon this uninvited blun­ derer. But Siletz was of the wilder ness and she did not know she had committed a faux pas. She knew only that she had become absorbed tn the exigencies of this mythical man confronted by so grave a problem and she spoke as.unconsciously as a child. With a deep breath exhaled slowly, as if a swimmer drew In sweet ait, Sandry lifted his eyes to her. "The right law!" he said. "Yes S'letz Is right. And a man would (fb it if he had an incentive great enough --even a sane man of today--"vith the average honor. And he would bold up his head If he was of the strength to do the thing at all." For a moment Miss Ordway sat *t- lent, regarding him intently. "Good!" she said at last, "then yw think 1 may go on without danger ©? overdrawing my character?" "Unquestionably." She dropped her eyes, toying with a bone-handled fork lying near. "Thanks, Walter," she said at last gently; "1 shall go on with more confi­ dence. It is a daring thing to make my hero do--but--the woman loves him in spite of a thousand crimes-- above and beyond them." Her heart was beating so fast that her white throat fluttered spasmod­ ically at the soft hollow at the base and she knew that she took eL chance She knew also, as Sandry rose ab­ ruptly and left the room, that he had felt the steel, for his face was gray again. In the silence of the little south room she stood long, staring into the yellow flame of the hand lamp on the stand. y Then, suddenly, she covered her flushed face with her hands and shuddered. "If I should blunder!" she gasped, "my God! If I should fail to win him after all! Oh, Walter. Walter--heart of my heart!" (TO PE CONTINUED.) Uncle Eben. "Patience is line." said Uncle Eben. "ef it keeps a man workin' But it ain't much good ef it keeps blm stick in' to a crap game." Daily Thought. He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool. *nd h« that dares not reason is a slave.-- Sir W. Drummond. P- The Cheerful Japanese Ad. Japanese advertisers, according to "The Cosmopolitan." In the Boston Evening Transcript, believe In a lavish use of superlatives. "Tbe paper we sell." runB the announcement in a To­ kyo stationer's window. "Is as solid as the hide of an elephant." "Step in side!" is tbe call of a big shop tn tbe same city "You will he welcomed as fondly as a sray of sunshine after m ra,ny day. Our assistants are an amiable as a father seeking a busbanti for a dowerless daughter. Goods are dispatched to customers bouses wltb the. rapidity of a shot from th«~can non's mouth." Woman Likes to Be Looked At. A man likes to be noticed but a womA wants to be looked at Put him In something that no one else is wearing, that makes people turn round and gasp, and street horses shy. and he Is of all men tbe most miserable. Put a woman in something similar with like results, and she is tilled wltb a peace and joy that nothing on earth can give. Ask any ordinary man. if you like, and be JMII tell you, if be is truthful, that If a girl's face Is tne first thing be looks at. ber feet are the next. Put the prettiest girl in the world in thick cotton stockings and shapeless boots and the masculine susceptibilities will receive a jar from wbicb recovery is well nlgb impossl ble.-- Philadelphia Ledger. The man who always looks straight ahead misseb t loi oi beautiful MMttfi on the side. Excusable Ignorance. "But money talks, vou Know," r» marked the man with the quotation habit. "As a matter or fact, l don t Know anything ot tbe kind." answered tbe man wttb tne fringe on tbe oot- lom ot nib trousers^ "I never was aoie to gel within speaking distance at Ms" PUZZLED OVER WOMEN FEMALE SEX /. MYSTERY TO THE HEBREW SAGES. Classed With Fools as Subjects yond Comprehension -- Remarks Made by Author of the Book of Eccleslastlcus. Two subjects seem to have occupied the attention of the Hebrew sages to a marked degree. They are always re­ curring to them. In the midst of max­ ims about the conduct of life the sage cannot forbear to take a side swipe at fools and women. He finds them both beyond comprehension. To get his point of view it is neces­ sary to remember that there were no asylums in the Orient. Every village had its imbeciles, who were a feature of the town life. The village fool was a far more prominent person in the ancient East, and forced himself much more on public attention than the feeble-minded person of today, who usually is kept in the background. As for women? Well, the ancient world never was able to make them out any way. Their incessant chatter­ ing was evidently a great annoyance to the solemn, white-bearded patri­ archs. One of the most human of the an­ cient sages was the author of the ELook of Ecclesiasticus in the Apoc­ rypha, Jesus, the son of SIrach., His book has a distinct flavor, a quality that makes it entertaining reading. The imagination pictures him a man of gracious dignity, reserved, serious, taking hijB obligations with the grav­ ity of his race. Experience has dis­ closed to him most of the Mysteries of the world--except women. "A daughter," he confesses, "is a secret cause of wakefulness to a fa­ ther, and the care of her putteth away sleep." That seems to have been the general attitude of the sages toward the female aspect of affairs. He en­ larges on the subject in another place; "I will rather dwell with a lion and a dragon than keep house with a wicked woman. The wickedness of a woman changeth the look and dark- eneth her countenance as a bear doth. Her husband shall sit at meat among his neighbors, and when he heareth it he sigheth bitterly. All malice is but little to the malice of a woman; let the portion of a sinner fall on her. As the going up a sandy way is to the feet of the aged, so is a wife full of words to a quiet man. A wicked wom­ an is abasement of heart, and sadness oi countenance, otiu u wuuiiuvu A woman that will not make her hus­ band happy is as hands that hang down, and palsied knees. From a woman was the beginning of sin, and because of her we all die. A silent woman is a gift of the Lord." The "wickedness" to which so much exception was taken seems to have been contentiousness. The wise man of the East, desirous of leading a con­ templative life, was simply worn to death by an ili-tempered, talkative wife. That was why a silent woman --was a gift of the Lord The only bit of conversation on the part of Socra­ tes with Xantlppe that is recalled is the wordr "Hush!" Why Thai Lame Back? Morning lameness, sharp twinges when bending, or an all-day back­ ache; each is cause enough to sus­ pect kidney trouble. Get after the cause. Help the kidneys. We Americans go it too hard. We overdo, overeat and neglect our sleep and exercise and so we art fast becoming a nation of kidney sufferers. 72% more deaths than In 1890 Is the 1910 census story. Use Doan's Kidney Pills. Thou­ sand* recommend them. An Iowa Case O. W. Emery, West Decorah, Iow^ says: "My back got so pain­ ful I couldn't Bleep and I had to be I>ropped up with pll-ow8. The pain was terrible and It seemed as though my kidneys were being- torn loose. The kidney secretions were painful In pas­ sage and I lost weight «• until I was a mer shadow of my former self. Doan's Kidney Pills restored rae to good health and I haven't suffered since." Cm* Dorn'i at Any Star*. SOc a Baat DOAN'S V.""1 FOSTER-MILBURN CO.. BUFFALO. N. Y. "Xvriy ft* tun littit Designing Boss. "And how do you like your ne~7 boss, Larry?" we asked our friend, the big Irish foreman, who is doing the excavating for the overhead bridge out on Union street. "Well, I folnd him to be a very tlmpting man, sor, very timpting, in- dade." "Tempting? Whatchu mean tempt­ ing?" "Why, he timpts me every toime he- comes round--timpts me to say something so he can fire me. He don't lolke me a hit, sor."--Cleveland Leader. SYRUP OF FIGS FOB A It is cruel to force nauseating, harsh physic into a sick child. Look back at your childhood days. Remember the "dose" mother insisted on--castor oil, calomel, cathartics. How you hated them, how you fought against taking them. With our children It's different. Mothers who cling to the old form of physic simply don't realize what they do. The children's revolt is well-found- •A Their tender little "insldes" are Injured by them. If your child's stomach, liver and bowels need cleansing, give only deli­ cious "California Syrup of Figs." Its action is positive, but gentle. Millions of mothers keep this harmless "fruit laxative" handy; they know children love to take it; that it never fails to clean the liver and bowels and sweet­ en the stomach, and that a teaspoonful given today saves a sick child tomor­ row. | Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs," which has full directiohs for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly on each bottle. Adv. Fat Woman Has Light Fingers. Step lively. Watch your step. Also keep your eyb on any fat woman rid­ ing in the subway. To add to the vari­ ous and extensive difficulties of sub­ way travel there has appeared over the underground horizon within the last three weeks a very stout woman with big and light hands who Is col­ lecting pocketbooks. She is very quick, very crafty in her general con­ duct and has been very, very success­ ful. Last night while one of the wom­ an passengers was absorbed in read­ ing the back of a newspaper which be­ longed to a man across the aisle, the door opened, many left and as it was about to shut again the stout woman leaped up, hit the. tired-looking man on the hat and fled, announcing that it was their station. Everyone pres­ ent smiled, and so did the woman, who was reading the other man's newspa­ per, until she looked for her pocket- book, which had been on her lap. The train had left the station and there was nothing to be done. Scores of complaints have been recorded, and unless the Btout woman exercises with frightful energy to disguise herself business is going to Blow up abruptly. --New York Times. At thirty a man is convinced that the majority of men are fools; at ixty he admits that he is of the ma­ jority. Spain has opened an aviation school near Madrid In which the government aids those receiving instruction. Couldn't Feaze Fat Man. One of those post-Christmas stories that are told. Bene Zene. "On a Payne avenue car, Christmas eve, a meek-looking man occupied a front cross seat in the back end of the car. (ft can be done. Ed.) A 250- pounder came in and slammed himself down upon the vacant end of the seat. The meek-looker fidgeted, showed signs of distress, rose and crawled out, and as he went he said: 'You can have it. Help yourself. This is Christmas.' He took a side seat and said to a pas­ senger, 'He wanted m$ seat. He got it. Take a squint at him--looks like a funny picture in a paper.' Some of the passengers smiled, some guffawed, but it didn't feaze the big fellow. When a few blocks further on the meek-looker got off, the fat man gave him a generous grin, waved his hand and shouted, 'Merry Christmas!'"-- Cleveland Leader. Witnessed Stirring Sights. The last of the women who went to the Crimea with the Highland regi­ ments died recently In Dundee. Scot­ land. Her husband was a sergeant. She possessed a remarkable memory, and could give a vivid description of her experiences. She kept the hut in which Sir Colin Campbell resided. From a distance she witnessed the storming of the heights of Alma on 20th of September, 1854, and was pres­ ent at Balaklava with two other wom­ en belonging to the regiment. They were a little behind the spot occupied by Sir Colin Campbell and his 8taff, and in front of them was the famous "thin red line." She could recall the pleasure with which the soldiers regarded the coming of Miss Florence Nightingale and her nurses, and was herself for a time engaged in tending the wounded. Frightful Cold Today Good As Ever Tomorrow ttSQUMg QUININE The old standard remedy--In tablet fain • No unpleasant after effects--No opiates --Cures colds in 24 hours--La Grippe in 3 days--Money back if i t fails -- Insist on genuine -- Box with red tog --^Mr. Hill's picture OQ it. At Aaw Drue Stare--U* W. H. HiH ComfMSf Defeat! 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