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    DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD, DAKOTA CITY, NEBRASKA.
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Synopsis. Pioneer In the Califor
nia redwood region, John Cardigan,
nt forty-soven, Is tho lending citizen
of Sequoia, owner of mills, ships,
and many acres of timber, a wid
ower after three years of married
life, and father of two-year-old
Rryce Cardigan. At fourteen Bryco
makes the acquaintance of Shirley
Sumner, a visitor at Sequoia, and
his Junior by a few years, Together
they visit tho Valley of the Giants,
sacred to John Cardigan and his
Bon as tho burial place of Bryce's
mother, nnd part with mutual rc-
grot. While Bryco Is nt college
John Cardigan meets with heavy
business losses and for tho first
tlmo views tho future with uncer
tainty. After graduation from col
lege, and a trip abroad, Bryco Car
digan comes home. On the train ho
meets Shirley Sumner, on her way
to Sequoia to make her home there
with her uncle, Colonel Pennington.
Bryce learns that his father's eye
sight has failed nnd that Colonel
Pennington Is seeking to take ad'
vantngo of the old man's business
misfortunes. John Cardigan Is de
spairing, but Bryco Is full of fight.
Bryco finds a burl redwood felled
across his mother's grave. Ho goes
to dinner nt Pennington's on Shir
ley's Invitation and finds th din
ing room paneled with bun from
th'o tree. Bryce nnd Pennington je.
claro war, though Shirley does not
know it. Bryco bests Jules Hon
dcau, Pennington's fighting logging
boss, and forces him to confess that
Pennington ordered tho burl treo
cut. Pennington butts Into Uie
fight and gets hurt.
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CHAPTER VII Continued.
Tho helpless hulk of the woods-boss
descended upon tho Colonel's expan
sive chest and sent him crashing earth
ward. Then Uryce, war-mad, turned
to face the ring of Lamina Grande em
ployees about him.
"Nextl" he roared. "Singly, In
pnlrs, or the whole damned pack!"
"Mr. Cardigan!"
He turned. Colonel Pennington's
breath had been knocked out of his
hotly by the Impact of his semi-conscious
woods-boss, and he lay Inert,
gasping Ilko n hooked fish. Reside
him Shirley Sumner wns kneeling, her
hands clasping her uncle's, but with
her violet eyes blazing fiercely on
, Bryce Cardigan.
"How daro you?" she cried. "You
-coward! To hurt my uncle!"
IIo gazed at her for a moment,
fiercely, defiantly, Ids chest rising and
.falling from his recent exertions, his
knotted lists gory with the blood of
his enemy. Then the light of battlo
died, and he hung his head. "I'm
sorry," he murmured, "not for his
eake, but yours. I didn't know you
were here. I forgot myself."
"I'll never speak to you again .so
long as I live," she burst .out passlon
utcly. no advanced a step and stood gaz
ing down upon her. Her angry glance
met his unflinchingly; and presently
for him the light went out of the
world.
"Very well," he murmured. "Good
bye." And with bowed head he turned
nnd made off through the green timber
toward bis own logging-camp five
miles distant
With tho descent upon his Iweast of
tho limp body of his big woods-bully,
Colonel Pennington had been atruck
to earth as effectually as If a fair-sized
tree had fallen on him, the last whiff
of brarth had been driven from his
lungs; and for the space of a minute,
during which Jules Rondeau Iny heav
ily across his midriff, the Colonel was
quite unable to get It back. Pale,
gasping, and Jarred from soul to sus
penders, ho was merely awaro that
sometlilng unexpected and disconcert
ing had occurred.
While the Colonel fought for his
breath, his woodsmen remained In the
oiling, paralyzed Into Inactivity by
reason of the swiftness and thorough
ness of Rryce Cardigan's work; then
Shirley itiotlniied to them to remove
tho wreckage, nnd they hastened to
obey.
Freed from the weight on the
WvJ geometric center of
9T Pennington strotclici
his being, Colonel
'tclied his legs, rolled
'l.ls head fntni side to side, nnd fnortcd
"tc.Itrt'iy several times like a buck.
After the nlxtJi snort he felt so much
better ilut clear understanding of
the exact nature of the catastrophe
ame to him; be struggled and sat up,
looking around him a llttlo wildly.
"Where did Cardigan go?" he
sped.
One o-f his men pointed to the timber
SijIo which the enemy had Just dis
appeared. "Surround him take him." Penning
tan ordered. "I'll give a month's
per to en en of the six men that
twlng thnt scoundrel to me. Got him
.-quickly! Understand?"
Vt u man moved. Pennington
iw.t nlih fury. "Get him," he croak-
i , re ire nough of you to do
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the Job. Close In on him everybody.
I'll give a month's pay to every
body." A mnn of that Indiscriminate mix
ture of Spaniard and Indian known In
California as cholo swept tho circle of
men with an alert and knowing glance.
Ills name was Flavio Artelan, but his
straight black hair, dark russet com
plexion, beady eyes, and hawk nose
gave him .such a reseiublnnco to a
fowl that he was known among his fel
lows ns the Rlack MlnorcH, regardless
of tho fact that this sobriquet was
scarcely fair to a very excellent breed
of chicken. "That offer's good enough
for mo," ho remarked In businesslike
tones. "Come on everybody. A
month's pay for five minutes' work.
I wouldn't tncklo the job with six men,
but there nro twenty of us here."
"Hurry," tho Colonel urged them.
Shirley Sumner's flashing glance
rested upon tho Rlack Minorca. "Don't
you dare!" she cried. "Twenty to
one I For shame!"
"For a month's pay," he replied Im
pudently, nnd grinned evilly. "And
I'm tnkln' orders from my boss." He
started on a dog-trot for tho timber,
nnd a dozen men trailed after him.
Shirley turned helplessly on her
uncle, seized his arm and shook it
frantically. "Call them backf Call
them back!" she pleaded.
Her uncle got uncertainly to his
feet. "Not on your life!" ho growled,
nnd In his cold gray eyes there danced
the lights of n thousand devils. "I told
you the fellow was a rufllan. Now,
perhaps, you'll believe me. We'll hold
him until Rondeau revives, and then
Shirley guessed the rest, and she
realized Hint It was useless to plead
that she was only wasting time.
"Bryce I Bryce!" she called. "Run!
They're after you. Twenty of them!
Run, run for my sake!"
nis voice answered her from the
timber: "Run? From thoso cattle?
Not from mnn or devil." A silence.
Then : "So you've changed your mind,
hnve you? You've spoken to me
ngatn!" There wns trlumplv, exulta
tion In his voice. "Tho timber's too
thick, Shirley. I couldn't get nway
anyhow so I'm coming back.
She saw him burst through a thicket
of alder saplings into the clearing,
saw a half dozen of her uncle's men
close In around him llko wolves around
n sick steer; and nt tho shock of their
contact, she moaned and hid her fnce
In her trembling hands.
Half man nnd half tiger that he
was, tho Rlack Minorcn, as self-appointed
leader, reached Rryco first.
The cholo was a squat, powerful little
man, with more bounce to him than a
rubber ball ; leading his men by n
dozen yards, ho hesitated not an In
stnnt but dodged under the blow Bryco
lashed out nt him and came up Inside
the latter's guard, feeling for Bryce's
thront. Instead he met Bryce's knee
In his abdomen, and forthwith ho fold
ed up like nn accordion.
The next Instant Bryce had stooped,
caught him by the slack of the
trousers and the scruff of tho neck and
IU :
"Get Off My Property, You Savage!"
He Shrilled.
thrown 'him. as he had thrown Ron
deau, Into the midst of the men ad
vancing to his aid. Thros of them
went down backward; and Bryce,
chnrglng over them, stretched two
more with well-placed blows from left
to right, and continued on across tho
clearing, running nt top speed, for he
realized that for all tb-o desporatlon
of his fight and the losses already In
flicted nn his nssAliunts, the odds
against bl Yere Insurmountable.
Seeing him running away, the
l.ngunn Grande woodsmen took heart
and hope and pursued him. Straight
for the loading donkey at the dog
landing Bryce ran. Beside tho donkey
stood a neat tier of firewood; In the
chopping block, where the donkey
fireman had driven It prior to aban
doning his post to view the contest
between Bryco and Jules Rondeau, was
a double-bitted axe. Bryce Jerked It
loose, swung It, whirled on his pur
suers, nnd rushed them. Like turkeys
scattering before the raid of a coyote
they fled In divers directions and from
a safe distance turned to gazo ap
prehensively upon this demon they
had been ordered to bring In.
Bryco lowered the axe, removed his
hat, and mopped his moist brow. From
tho center of the clenrlng men were
crawling or staggering to safety
with the exception of tho Black
Minorca, who lay moaning softly.
Colonel Pennington, seeing his fondest
hopes expire, lost his head completely.
"Get off my property, you savage!"
ho shrilled.
"Don't be a nut, Colonel," Bryco re
turned soothingly. "I'll get off when
I get good nnd ready, anil not a second
sooner. In fact, I was trying to get
off as rapidly as 1 could when you
sent your men to bring mo back.
Prithee why, old thing? Didst crave
more conversation with hie. or didst
want thy camp cleaned out?"
116 started toward Pennington, who
backed hastily away. Shirley stood
her ground, bending upon Bryce, as ho
approached her, a cold and disapprov
ing glance. "I'll get you yet," tho
Colonel declared from the shelter of
an old stump behind which ho had
taken refuge.
"Barking dogs never bite, Colonel.
And that reminds me: I've heard
enough from you. One more cheep
out of you, my friend, nnd I'll go up
to myk logging-camp, return here with
a crew of bluenoses nnd wild Irish and
run your wops, bohunks, and cholos
out of the county. I don't fancy the
class of labor you're Importing into
this county, anyhow."
The Colonel,. evidently deciding thnt
discretion was the better part of valor,
promptly subsided, although Bryce
could see that ho was mumbling threats
to himself, though not In nn audible
voice.
The demon Cardigan halted beside
Shirley and stood gazing down nt her.
IIo was smiling at her wlilmslcally.
She met his glance for n few seconds;
then her lids were lowered and she bit
her lip with vexation.
"Shirley," he said.
"You are "presumptuous," she qua
vered. "You set me an example In presump
tion," he retorted good humoredly.
"Did you not call me by my first name
a minute ngo?" The heir to Cardi
gan's redwoods bent over the girl.
"You spoke to me after your promise
not to, Shirley," ho said gently. "You
will always .peak to me."
She commenced to cry softly. "I
loathe you," she sobbed.
"For you I have the utmost respect
and admiration," ho replied.
"No, you haven't. If you had, you
wouldn't hurt my uncle tho only hu
man being In all this world who Is
dear to mo."
"Gosh!" he murmured plnlntlvcly.
"I'm Jealous of that man. nowever,
I'm sorry I hurt him. I give you my
word I enme here to fight fairly "
"no merely tried to stop you from
fighting."
"No, ho didn't, Shirley. IIo Inter
fered nnd fouled me. Still, despite
that, If I had knbwn you were a spec
tator I tlilnk I should have controlled
myself nnd refrained from pulling off
my vengeance In your presence. I
shall nover ceaso to regret Hint I sub
jected you to such a distressing spec
tacle. I do hope, however, that you
will believe me when I tell you I am
not n bully, although when there Is a
fight worth while, I never dodgo It.
And this time I fought for tho honor
of tho House of Cardigan."
"If you want mo to believe thnt, you
will beg my uncle's pardon."
"I enn't do that. IIo Is my enemy
and I shall hnte him forever; I shall
light him and his way of doing business
until he reforms or I nm exhausted."
"You realize, of course, what your
Insistence on thnt plan means, Mr.
Cardigan?"
"Call mo Bryce," ho pleaded.
"You're going to call me that some dny
anyhow, so why not start now?"
"You nro altogether Insurfernhlc,
sir. Please go away and nover pre
sume to address mo again. You are
quite Impossible."
He shook his head. "I do not give
up that readily, Shirley. I didn't
know how dear what your friendship
meant to nie, until you sent me away;
I didn't think (hero was any hope until
you warned nie -those dogs were bunt
ing nit nnd called mo Bryce." He
ln-Nl out his hand. " 'God gave us our
relations." he quoted, "but, thank God,
we can choose our friends.' And I'll
bo a good friend to you, Shirley Sum
ner, until I have earned the right to be
something more. Won't you shnke
hands with nie? Remember, this fight
to-day Is only the first skirmish In a
war to the linlsh and I aw lending a
forlorn hope. If I lose well, this will
bo good-bye."
"I hate you," she answered drearily.
"All our line friendship smashed
and you growing stupidly sentimental.
I didn't think It of you. Please go
away. You are distressing me."
He smiled at her tenderly, forgiv
ingly, wistfully, hut she did not seo It.
"Then It Is really good-bye," ho mur
mured with mock dolorousnoss.
She nodded her bowed head. "Yes,"
she whispered. "After all, I have
some pride, you know. You mustn't
presume to be the butterfly preaching
f contentment to tho toad In the dust"
"As you will It. Shirley." He turned
away. '""1 send your nxe back with
tho Hrst tralnload of logs from my
camp, Colonel," ho called to Penning
ton. Onco more he strode away Into the
timber. Shirley watched him pnss out
of her life, nnd gloried In what she con
ceived to be his agony, for she had
both temper and spirit, nnd Bryco
Cardigan calmly, blunderingly, rather
stupidly (she thought) had presumed
flagrantly on brief acquaintance.
Tho Colonel's voice broke In upon
her bitter reflections. "That fellow
Cardigan Is n hard nut to crack I'll
say that for him." Ho had crossed the
clearing to her stde'nnd was address
ing her with lUs customary air of ox
panslveness. "I tlilnk, my dear, you
had better go bnck Into the caboose,
away from the prying eyes of these
rough fellows. I'm sorry you enme,
Shirley. I'll nover forgive myself for
bringing you. If I had thought but
how could I know thnt scoundrel was
coaling here to raise a disturbance?
And only last night he was at our
house for dinner I"
"I wonder what could have occurred
to make such a madman out of him?"
tho girl queried wonderlngly. "He
acted more llko a demon than a human
being."
"Just llko bis old father," the Colonel
purred benevolently. "When he can't
get what he wants, he sulks. I'll tell
you what got on his confounded
"Is Mr. McTavlsh at Home?"
nerves. I've been freighting logs for
the senior Cardigan over my rnllrond ;
tho contract for hauling them wns a
heritage from Bill Henderson, from
whom I bought the mill and timber
lands; and of course as his assignee It
was incumbent upon me to fulfill
Henderson's contract with Cardigan,
even though tho freight-rate was ruin
ous. "Well, this morning young Cardigan
came to my office, reminded nie that
the contract would expire by limita
tion next year and asked me to renew
It, nnd at the same frolght-rnto. I
offered io renew the contract but at
a higher freight-rate, and explained to
him that I could not possibly continue
to haul his logs at a loss. Well, right
away ho flew In n rngo and cnlled
me a robber; whereupon I Informed
him that since he thought me a robber,
perhaps we had better not nttempt to
hnve any business dealings with each
other tliat I really didn't want his
contract nt any price, having scarcely
sufficient rolling stock to handle my
own logs. That made him calm down,
but in a llttlo while he lost his head
again and grew snarly and abusive
to such an extent, Indeed, thnt finally
I wns forced to ask him to lenve my
olllce."
"Nevertheless, Uncle Soth, I cannot
understand why ho should mnko such
n furious attack upon your employee."
The Colonel lauglied with a fair
Imitation of sincerity and tolerant
amusement "My dear, that Is no
mystery to me. Cardigan picked on
Rondeau for the reason that a few
days ago ho tried to biro Rondeau
away from me offered him twenty-live
dollars a month more than 1 was pay
ing him, by George! Of course when
Rondeau came to me with Cardigan's
proimsltion, I promptly met Cardigan's
bid and retained Rondeau; consequent
ly Cardigan hates us both and took tho
earliest opportunity to vent his spite
on us."
The Colonel sighed and brushed the
dirt and leaves from Ills tweeds.
"Thunder 1" ho continued philosophi
cally, "It's all In tho game, so why
worry over It? And why continue to
discuss an unpleasant topic, my dear?"
Her uncle took her gently by the
arm and steered her toward the ca
boose. "Well, what do you tlilnk of
your company now?" ho demanded
guyiy.
"I think," she answered soberly,
"thnt you have gained an enemy worth
while and that It behooves you not to
underestimate him."
CHAPTER VIM
Tli rough (ho green timber Bryce
Cardigan strode, nnd there wan a lilt
In his heart now. Already he had
forgotten tho desperate situation from
which ho had Just escaped; ho thought
onty of Shirley Sumner's face, tcar
Rtalncd with terror; and because be
knew that at least some of those tears
bad been Inspired by the gravest ap
prehensions as to his physical well
being, because In his ears there still
resounded her fruutlc warning he
realized that however Btcrn her decrc
of hatilshmint had been, she was
nevertheless iot Indifferent to him.
Tho climax had been reached and
passed; and tho result had been fur
from the disaster ho had painted In
his mind's eyo over since tho knowl
edge had como to him thnt he was
doomed to battlo to a knockout with
Colonel Pennington, nnd Unit one of
the earliest fruits of hostilities would
doubtless be the loss of Shirley Sum
ner's prized friendship. Well, ho had
lost her friendship, hut a still small
volco whispered to him that, tho loss
was not Irreparable whereat he
swung his nxe as a bandmaster swings
his baton; bo was glad that ho had
started tho war and was now free to
tight It out unhampered.
Up hill and down dale ho went.
Within two hours his long, tireless
stride brought him out Into n clearing
In tho valley where his own logging
camp stood. IIo went directly to the
log-landing, where In a listless and
l:alf-hearted manner tho loading crew
were piling togs on Pennington's log
ging trucks.
Bryce looked at his watch. It was
two o'clock; at two:llfteen Penning
ton's locomotive would appear, to back
In and couple to tho long line of
trucks. And the train was only half
loaded.
"Where's McTavlsh?" Biyco de
manded of the donkey-drlver.
The man mouthed his quid. s(ut
copiously, wiped his mouth with the
bnck of his hand, and pointed. "Up
at his shanty," he made answer, and
grinned at Bryce knowingly.
Up through the camp's single short
street, flanked on each side with the
woodsmen's shanties. Bryco went. At
the most pretentious shanty on the
street Rryce turned In. He bad never
seen It before, but he knew It to be
the woods-boss's home,' for unlike Its
neighbors the house wns painted with
the coarse red paint that! Is used on
box-cars, while a fence, made of fancy
pointed pickets painted white, Inclosed
a tiny garden In front of tho house.
As Bryce came through tho gate, a
young girl rose from where sbo knelt
In a bed of freshly transplanted
pansles.
Bryce lifted his hat. "Is Mr. Mc
Tavlsh at home?" bo asked.
She nodded. "He cannot seo any
body," she hastened to add. "lie's
sick."
"I think he'll see me. And I wonder
If you're Molra McTavlsh."
"Yes, I'm Molra,"
"I'm Bryce Cardigan."
A look of fright crept Into the girl's
eyes. "Are you Rryce Cardigan?"
she faltered, and looked nt him more
closely. "Yes, you're Mr. Bryce. You've
changed but then It's six years since
we saw you last, Mr. Bryce."
He came toward her with outstretched-band.
"And you were a little girl
when I saw you last. Now you're a
woman." She grasped his hand with
the frank heartiness of a man.
"I'm twenty years old," she Informed
him.
"Stand right where you nro until I
have looked at you," ho commanded,
and backed off a few feet, the bettor
to contemplate her.
He saw a girl slightly above medium
height, tanned, robust, simply gowned
In a gingham dress. Her hands were
soiled from her recent labors In the
pansy-bed, and her shoes woro heavy
and coarse; yot neither hnnds nor feet
were large or ungraceful. Her head
was well formed; her hair, jet black
and of unusual lustre and abundance,
was parted In tho mlddlo and held In
an old-fashioned coll at tho napo of
a neck tho beauty of which was re
vealed by the low cut of her simple
frock. Her nose was patrician, her
face ovnl; her lips, full and rod, were
slightly parted In tho adorablo Cupid's
bow which Is the Inevitable heritage ot
a short upper lip; her teeth were
while as Parian marble; and her full
breast was rising and falling swiftly,
as If she labored under suppressed ex
citement. So delightful a picture did Molra
McTavlsh make that Bryco forgot all
his troubles In her uweet presence.
"By the gods, Molra," ho declared
earnestly, "you're a peach! When I
saw you last, you were awkward and.
leggy, llko u colt. I'm suro you weren't
a bit good looking. And now you're
Hie most ravishing young lady In sev
enteen counties. Ry Jingo, Molra,
you're a stunner and no mistake. Are
you married?"
She shook her head, blushing. picas.
urably at his unpolished but sincere
compliments.
"What? Not married. Why, what
the deuce can be the matter with the
eligible young fellows hereabouts?"
"There aren't any eligible young fel
lows hereabouts, Mr. Bryco. And I've
lived In these woods all my life."
"Are you lonely, Molra?"
She nodded.
"Poor Molra 1" ho murmured ab
sently. Moira McTavish and her
"Princo Charming."
(TO HE CONTINUED.)
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WEALTH IN WEST
Canadian Farmers Confident of
Record Grain Crop.
Boston Banker, Returning From Trlji
Through the Country, Tells of Rich
Yields of Great Northwestern
Wheat Fields.
A Boston banker, desiring to r
enperate from n season of strenuous
work, did what most bankers do, oc
should do, took a holiday, away from
tho confines of the city life. Cnnnda
was In his mind. He would make tha
trip, learn something of the country,
breathe of Its ozone and return ex
hilarated both in mind nnd body. On
his return a few days ago, 1iq told tho
reporter of tho Wall Street Journal ot
the richness of tho vast fields of gold
en grain that he saw on his trl
through tho Canadian West. Doubt
less he broke his Journey Into tho
Canadian Rockies long enough to mnka
an Inspection of them. Who could
help It, as from tho car window wcro
to be seen miles and miles of golden
Ktooks, ranged row upon row away
buck to the linos of tho horizon? Ho
must have done so, for when ho got
back to the Huh, ho was filled with
enthusiasm over his trip and what ha
saw in Canada, and he had to get It
off hs mind. It was revealed In this
way :
"Canada Is getting strong, recover
ing by leaps and bounds from the de
pression caused by war. While unrest
and lack of co-operation seem to bo
holding things back on this side of
the border the Dominion to tho north
faces an era of unprecedented activity,
and prosperity. Ono of the basic
reasons for this brilliant comeback Is
the rich yield of tho great northwest
ern wheat fields."
That the crops In Canada, both east'
and west, are meet lug the expectations
of the fanners Is a satisfying fact,
which gives a positive assurance of n
yield that will mean millions of dol
lars to the wealth of the country.
There will probably be as much as two
hundred million bushels of wheat to
export, giving an added wealth to tha
country of nearly half n billion dol
lars. In all parts tho crop yield
promises to be abundant, and with
favorable weather from now on thero
may be expected a harvest that will
equal If not surpass that of lfliri. It
will doubtless be pleasing to the many,
readers of this paper to know thnt
the friends they have developing their
farms In this region of big crops and
good prlc.es will participate In this
wealth, and what will bo more pleas
ing, Is the knowledge of the fact that
the wealth In which they will partici
pate comes from big prices for '
product produced from lnnd purchased
nt a cheap price.
Western Canada has never known
n failure In crops. There are districts
where partial failures have been, but
consideration should he given to tho
fact that (ho country, that portion of
It In which tho present grain growing
lies, Is from seven to eight hundred
miles In length by half that distance)
In breadth. v
Because one speaks of tho woiuleiS
ful success of grain growing there,
thero should not bo lost sight of tha
fact that this Is only ono Item In tho
wealth-producing possibilities. Thero
Is cattle raising, with all the advan
tages In every way that It possesses
anywhere; tho dnlrylng Industry Is as
suming remarkable proportions, nnd a'
great deal of attention Is given to tha
development of this Industry, which Is
so ndaptablo to tho country, by both
federal and provincial governments.
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Cross Is Right
"Tho original cross-examination," ro.
marked the mournful philosopher,
"must havo been tho third degrco pro
cedure Eve used on Adam when her
husband remained away a largo part
of the night sitting up with n slcU
friend."
"Cold lu the Head"
Is an acute attack of Nalal Catarrh.
Thoao Hilbject to fronuont "colds In tho
hond" will llntl that tho uho of HALIV8
CATARRH MI3DICINK will build up tha
System, clcunso tho Mood nnd render
thorn less lluhlo to colds. Repeated at
tacks of Acuta Catarrh innv Inn, I (n
Chronic Catarrh.
UAUU'H CATARRH MEDICINE Is
taken internally and acta through tho
Mood on tha Mucous Burfacea of tiio Sys
tern, thus reducing tho inflammation and
restoring normal conditions.
All IJritKKlBtB. Circulars free.
P. J. Chonoy & Co., Tolodo, Ohio.
Too Early.
Friend wife was coining In on tho
4 a. m, train and, of course, my alarm
clock failed to register. It was exact
ly four when I woko up and, dashing
out to tho garage, started tho engine.
Still hnlf asleep, I threw the clutch
Into reverse Instead of first speed and
whirled through tho back door and
pnrt of my neighbor's yard, bringing
up with a bang almost In tho mlddlo
of tho sleeping tent where my neigh
bor's fnmlly spent their nights. My
wlfo certnlnly found a warm reception
when she reached home. Tho whole
nelgborhood was out to welcomo hor
following tho riot. Chicago Tribune.
Freshen a Heavy Skin
With tho antiseptic, fascinating Cutl
curt Talcum Powder, an exquisitely
scented convenient, economical faco,
Hkln, bnby and dusting powder and
perfume. Renders other perfumes su
perfluous. Ono of tho Cutlcura Toilet
Trio (Soap. Ointment, Talcum). Adv.
It Is a sign of high Intelligence to
look out for tlio future.
If a man Is bound to kick, glvo him
room.