IN HARD LUCK.
First Tramp—So Weary Willie Is
Buffering from brain fag, is he?
Second tramp—Sure t'ing. He dasn’t
ask fer work no more cause he hain’t
got brains enough ter think up some
excuse fer not taking it if he gets it.
BABY'S HAIR ALL CAME OUT
“When my first baby was six months
old he broke out on his head with little
bumps. They would dry up and leave
a scale. Then it would break out
again and it spread all over his head.
All the hair came out and his head
was scaly all over. Then his face
broke out all over in red bumps and
It kept spreading until it was on hia
bands and arms. I bought several
boxes of ointment, gave him blood
medicine, and had two doctors to treat
bim, but he got worse all the time.
He had it about six months when a
friend told me about Cuticura. I sent
and got a bottle of Cuticura Resolvent,
a cake of Cuticura Soap and a box of
Cuticura Ointment. In three days
after using them he began to im
prove. He began to take long naps
and to stop scratching his head. After
taking two bottles of Resolvent, two
boxes of Ointment and three cakes of
Soap he was sound and well, and never
bad any breaking out of any kind. His
hair came out in little curls all over
bis head. I don’t think anything else
would have cured him except Cuti
cura.
“I have bought Cuticura Ointment
and Cuticura Soap several times since
to use for cuts and sores and have
never known them to fail to cure what
I put them on. Cuticura Soap is the
best that I have ever used for toilet
purposes.” (Signed) Mrs. F. E. Har
mon, R. F. D. 2, Atoka, Tenn., Sept.
10, 1910. Although Cuticura Soap and
Ointment are sold everywhere, a sam
ple of each, with 32-page book, will
be mailed free on application to “Cuti
cura,” Dept. 16 L, Boston.
Flown.
"Tough luck Jipson had.”
“What happened?”
“In order to keep his cook, he told
her she might have the use of his
touring car two afternoons a week.”
"Well?”
“Yesterday she eloped with the
chau ffeur.”
Their Species.
Pro A Partisan—Messrs. Rossmap
and McCosker are an insurgent pair.
Anti Partisan—At all events, they're
not a Van Sickle pear.
As Willie Saw It.
Ma—Is the clock running, Willie?
Willie—No, ma; it’s just standing
Btill and wagging its tail.—Judge.
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PROMAN
OPERATION
By Lydia E. Pinkham’s
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pound, and today I
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Mrs. Christina Reed. 100 Mound St.,
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Another Operation Avoided.
New Orleans, La.—“For years I suf
fered from severe female troubles.
Finally I was confined to my bed and
the doctor said an operation was necej
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THAT AFFAIR AT
17 T \r7 A 11 T? npT T By Burton E. Stevenson,
P, I , I / , H fA I l I Author of "The Marathon Mystery." "The
^ Hollsday Case," Etc.
New York—Henry Holt & Co.—1907.
CHAPTER VII—(Continued.)
"Or, at least," I persisted, pressing
my advantage, "if you know why your
daughter fled, you might yourself tell
Mr. Curtiss-"
Again she stopped me.
"The secret is not mine," she said
hoarsely.
"Whose is it? Who has the right to
tell?”
"No one!"
"And you will let it wreck two lives?”
I saw the spasm of pain which
crossed her face. She must yield; a
moment more, and I should know the
secret!
"Tomorrow—give me till tomorrow!”
she cried. “Perhaps you're right—I
must think—I cannot decide now—in
stantly. There are so many things to
consider—the dead as well as the liv
ing."
“Very well,” I agreed. “I will call
tomorrow morning-”
"At 11—not before.”
"Tomorrow at 11, then. And I hope
you’ll decide, Mrs. Lawrence, to help
me all you can. The living come be
fore the dead.”
She bowed without replying, and see
ing how deadly white she was, I
checked the words which rose to my
lips and let myself out into tho hall.
The maid was standing Just outside
the door. I wondered how much she
had heard of what had passed with
in.
"One moment,” I said, as she start
ed for the. stairway, and I stepped
again into Miss Lawrence’s room.
It had grown too dark there to see
anything distinctly, for this room was
not flooded, as her mother’s had been,
by the last rays of the sun, but in a
moment 1 switched on the light. The
maid stared from the threshold, her
face dark with anger, but not daring
to interfere.
"This is the dressing table, isn’t it?"
I asked, walking toward it.
“Yes, sir,” she answered sullenly.
“It was here you found the letter?"
“Yes, sir."
"You persist in that farce?" I de
manded, wheeling round upon her(
She did not answer, only staved uack
without flinching. I realized that here
was a will not easily overcome.
“Very well,” 1 said quietly at last,
"I shall get along then in spite of you."
and I returned to my inspection of the
room.
There was a writing desk in one cor
ner, with pens, ink and paper. I picked
up a sheet of paper and looked at it;
I dipped a pen in the ink and wrote
a few words upon it; then I blotted it,
folded it and placed it in my pocket.
“Now we can go," I said. and
switched off the light.
She led the way down the stairs with
out replying.
"My hat is in the library,” I said,
as we reached the foot, and I turned
down the lower hail.
The library was even darker than the
room upstairs had been, for the trees
around the house seemed to shadow
especially the windows of this wing. I
noted how the windows extended to the
floor and opened upon a little balcony.
One of the windows was open, and 1
went to it and looked out. A flight of
steps connected one end of the bal
cony with the ground, and I fancied
from the steps I could discern a faint
pathway running away among the
trees.
A convulsive sob at the door brought
me around. It was 'lie maid, who had
entered and was glaring at me with a
face to which the growing darkness
gave an added repulriveness. Tho sob.
which had more of anger than of sor
row in it. had hurst from her involun
tarily, called forth, no doubt, by her
Inability to hinder me in my investiga
tions, to show me the door, to kick me
out. I could see her growing hatred
of me in her eyes, in the grip of Un
hands she pressed against her bosom;
and a certain reciprocal anger arose
within me.
"Here is a handkerchief of your mis
tress," I said, plunging my hand into
my pocket and drawing foith the
square of lace. “Please return it to
her wardrobe. It's valuable,'’ I added,
with a sudden burst of inspiration; “es
pecially so, since it s her bridal hand
kerchief.”
The shot told. She took the hand
kerchief with a hand that shook con
vulsively, and I determined to risk a
second guess.
"She left it here," I said "She left
it here when she went out by yonder
window and ran throng!; the grove.
Shall I tell you where she went? But
you know!”
"I do not!" burst from her. "It's a
lie!"
“You know," I repeated remorseless
ly. "You followed her there. It was
there she wrote that note which you
brought back with you and which you
found on her dresser.”
"No, no!" The words were two sobs
rather than two articulate sounds.
"Don’t lie to me! If the note was
written here, why did she used a writ
ing paper different from her own?
You’re playing with fire! Take care
that it doesn't burn you!"
But I had touched the wrong note.
"Burn me!" she cried. '‘You think
you can frighten me! Well, you can t.
I’m not that kind.”
And indeed as T looked at tier, I saw
that she spoke the truth.
"Very well," 1 said; "do as you think
best. I’ve warned you," and without
waiting for her to answer, I passed
before her down the hail, not without
the thought that she might plunge a
knife into my back—she was certainly
that kind! I opened the door myself
and closed it behind me, then started
down the walk. But in a moment, I
dodged aside among the trees and hast
ened around the house. I was determ
ined to follow that path which started
from the library balcony—I must see
whither it led.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE PATH THROUGH THE GROVE
I had no trouble in finding the path
and In following It through the grove,
noting how the trees screened it from
the street. I reached a hedge enclos
ing a garden which the path skirted,
and finally a second hedge, which
seemed to be the one bounding the
estate. The path led to a gate which
opened upon the grounds of a cottage
Just beyond. I could see , that there
was a garden and that the cottage was
covered with vines, hut no further de
tails were discernible.
Suddenly a light flashed out from
one of the windows, and I saw a wom
an moving about within, no doubt pre
paring supper. But at that moment, I
caught the sound of hurried footsteps
along the patli behind me and shrank
aside into the shadow of the trees Just
in time to avoid another woman whom
as she dashed past. I recognized as the
dark-faced maid. She crossed the gar
den without slackening her pace and
entered the house. I saw her approach
the other woman, pause apparently to
speak a word to her. and then the two
disappeared together.
Wig I was happening within this
house? Was It here that Miss Law
rence had found refuge? And as I
turned this question over and over In
my mind, staring reflectively at the
lighted window before me, It seemed
to me more and more probable that I
had already reached the end of my
search. The fugitive must have escaped
by some avenue screened from the
public gaze, else she would surely have
been noticed. She must have known
a place of refuge before she started;
a woman of her self-poise would not
rush wildly forth with no goal In view.
And, lastly, that goal must have been
close at hand, or she could not have
escaped discovery.
The house before me answered all
of these conditions, but how could I
make certain that Miss Lawrence was
really there? Suppose I burst In upon
her, what could I say? I could n*>t ask
her to tell me the story—Indeed, I would
not even know her If I met her face to
face. I must see the photograph, first,
which CurtiSB had promised to leave
for me at the hotel.
Besides, I asked myself—and In this
matter, I confess, I was very willing
to be convinced—would It not be wiser,
more merciful, to wait till morning, till
the first shock was past, till she had
time to rally a little, to get her calm
ness back? Then, I could dare to ap
proach her, to show her how she had
wronged Burr Curtiss, to persuade her
to see him. It were better for both
her and Curtiss that they should not
meet for a day or two; they would have
need of all their courage; all their self
control, for that meeting must reveal
a secret which It chilled me to think
of. At least. I would try to force no
entrance to the cottage now. I shrank
from any show of violence. Curtiss
would countenance nothing of that sort.
To approach the cottage now, while
the maid was within, would be a tacti
cal error—would be to court failure.
She could easily prevent my seeing her
mistress—she would, no doubt, shut the
door in my face. Why should I show
her that I suspected Miss Lawrence's
place of refuge? Why put her on her
guard and urge the fugitive to farther
flight? How much wiser to wait until
the maid was absent, till I could make
sure of seeing Miss Lawrence, and
then calmly and clearly lay the case
before her. Yes, decidedly, I would
wait. I oven found It in my heart to
regret that I had already showed the
maid so much of my suspicions. I
would better have kept them to myself.
Convinced by this last argument, I
made my way bark to the street, and
as I passed the Lawrence grounds I
was impressed again by their extent
and excellent order. At the front gate
a curious crowd still lingered, staring
at the silept darkened house, whoss
drawn blinds gave no hint of life with
in, nr listening to the knowing gossip
of three or four alert young fellows
whom I recognized as reporters. There
was still a policeman there, and he was
quite willing to be drawn Into talk—
to tell all he knew, and much that he
did not know.
\\ ho lives In that cottage hack yon
der?". I asked, after an unimportant
question or two.
"The Kingdom sisters.” he answered.
"The youngest one works in 'the Law
rence house—a maid or something.”
The crowd had collected about us
and was listening with ears Intent; I
caught a quick glitter of interest in
the eyes of the reporters; so I ended
the talk abruptly by asking the way to
the Sheridan house.
"Right down the street, sir," he said.
“You can’t miss it—a big square build
ing on the corner.”
As I thanked him and turned away, I
caught the cry of newsboys down, the
street, and in a moment they were
among the crowd and were selling their
papers right arid left. Both the Leader
and the Journal, stirred to unusual en
terprise by the day's events, had evi
dently made use of the largest and
blackest type at their command to add
emphasis to their headlines. I bought
copies of both papers, und hurried on
to the Sheridan, for I was becoming
disagreeably conscious that I had eaten
no lunch that day. X found the hotel
without difficulty and after registering,
sat down in the office and opened the
papers. The reporters, no doubt, would
save me a lot of trouble.
The scene at the church had been
even more sensational than I had pic
tured it. for evidently the Lawrences
were a more important family socially
than I had imagined, and tfie list of
guests had been correspondingly large.
They had gathered, had gossiped, hail
admired the decorations and criticised
each other’s gowns: a murmur of satis
faction had greeted the whispered an
nouncement that the groom and his
best man were waiting in the study;
the organist played a selection or two
and then stopped, expectant, ready to
begin the wedding march. The ring
ing of bells and blowing of whistles an
nounced the noon hour, but the bride
had not arrived. Then, from some
where, came the sudden whisper that
something was wrong. A shiver ran
through the crowd as two carriages
drew up at the church door. Heads
were craned and a sigh of relief ran
around as the bridesmaids were seen
to alight. Rut where was the bride?
There was r.o bride! The bride hud
disappeared!
Uneasiness changed to wonder, won
der to astonlshhim nt\ as the details
were gradually gleaned from the ex
clamations of the excited young wom
en; tongues began to wag, innocently
at first, then, inevitably, with a touch
of malice, for the bride's actlori had
been a direct affront to all these peo
ple, ^lany o' them, usually well bred,
waited In the hope of catching a
glimpse of the groom's face as he hur
ried away. Both he and Mrs. Law
rence had been protected from til4 re
porters, but the decorator and some of
the I^awrence servants had evidently
made the most of their opportunities,
for the papers had the details of the
disappearance substantially as I had
learned them. And nobody had been
found who had seen the bride leave the
house, or had caught a glimpse of her
during her flight.
That was the gist of the Informal Ion
contained in the papers. Both of them
gave space to much speculation as to
the reason for tills remarkable event,
but plainly both were wholly at
sea and had no theory to (it the
facts. So, finally, 1 folded them
up, put them in my pocket, made a
hasty toilet and went in to dinner.
That over, 1 again sought the reading
room and lighted a reflective cigar.
I had said to Mrs. I.awrence that the
cause of her daughter's disappearance
—the mystery underlying it—did not
concern me; yet that was by far the
most interesting feature of the case.
To trace the girl must prove an easy
task—indeed, I fancied it already as
good as accomplished. But to probe
the secret—ah, that would not prove
so easy. There was no, reason why I
should attempt it, and yet 1 could not
keep my mind from dwelling on it with
a sort of fascination. For 1 knew it
was no ordinary secret—it was gbme
thing dark and terrifying—something
beside which n woman's happiness and
reputation had seemed a little thing. |
Before 1 could hope to make any fur- 1
ther progress In that direction, I real- '
lzed that 1 needed to know more of the ’
family—of its history and social stand- I
ing. Besides, I must be armed cap-a- ]
pie before 1 went to that Interview |
which I had determined to seek, In the
morning, with Marcia Lawrence.
"Beg pardon, sir,” said a voice at my
elbow, and looking up. I saw the hotel
clerk standing there. "This is Mr. Les
ter. Isn't it?"
"Yes," 1 answered.
“I have a package here for you," he
went on, and handed ine a square en
velope. "It was left here for you this
afternoon."
"Oh. yes,” I said; “thank you," and
I slipped the envelope Into my pocket.
"You ve had rather an exciting time
here today,” I added.
"You mean the wedding that didn't
come off?” he asked, smiling. “It has
torn tlie town wide open, and no mis
take.”
"So I Judged from the papers. The
I-awrences ure pretty prominent, aren't
they?"
"Yes; top-notchers; especially in
church circles. I'll bet Dr. fcchuyler Is
all broken up."
>'Dr. Schuyler?”
"Pastor of their church—First Pres
byterian—that big church Just down
the street yonder. They’ve been great
pets of his.”
"He was to have performed the cere
mony?”
"Sure. They wouldn't have had any
body else. Nice old fellow, too. Be
sides, he’s been their pastor for years."
Here was the source I had been look
ing for— the source from which 1 might
draw detailed, and accurate Informa
tion. if I could only reach It.
"I suppose that house next to tha
church is the parsonage," I ventured.
I had never seen the church, but it
seemed a safe shot.
"Yes; the one this side of it.”
1 nodded.
"I thought so. Thank you for giving
me (lie package," I added, and glanced
at my watch and rose.
"Oil, that’s all right, sir," he an
swered, and turned away to his desk.
As for me, I lost no time In starting
out upon my errand. I would see Dr.
Schuyler—I would put the case beford
him, and ask his help. It was nearly
8 o’clock, doubtless well past his dinner
hour, and I resolved to seek the Inter
view at once.
Lights had sprung up along the
street, cnsting long shadows under tha
trees which edged either side. The win- I
dows of the houses gleamed through
tha darkness, and here and there, where
the blinds had not been drawn. I
caught glimpses of families gathered
together about a paper, with heads!
eagerly bent. From the dim verandas, I
I heard the murmur of excited gossip
—and I knew too well what It was all
about. Tonight, this city, from end to
end, could have but a single all-ab
sorbing subject to discuss—to wonder
at and chatter over witli that insatia
ble curiosity which we inherit from thd ;
monkeys.
rsur i nan not tar to go. tup tan,
straight spire of a church told me
that T had reached my destination, and
I turned in at the gate of a house
which was unmistakably the parson
age. The maid who took my card at
tlie door returned in a moment to say
that Dr. Schuyler was in ids study and
would see me. I followed her and
found the clergyman seated beside a
table upon which were lying the eve
ning papers. A glance at them showed
me what he had been reading, and his
perturbed face bespoae great Inward
agitation. He was a small man of per
haps 60 years, with snow-white hair
and beard and a delicate, intellectual
face. He arose to greet me, my card
still in his Angers, and then motioned
me to a chair.
"Candidly, Mr. Hester,” he said, "I
was half inclined to excuse myself. |
This lias been a trying day for me.
Eut 1 saw that you had come from
New York.”
“Yes, and on an errand which, T fear,
may not be very welcome to you, Dr.
Schuyler.”
"Not connected with the deplorable
affair of today, I hope?”
"Yes, sir; connected with that.”
“But.” and lie glanced again at my
card apprehensively, “you are not a— j
reporter?”
“Oh, no.” I laughed. "I can easily
guess how they've been harassing you.
I’m acting for Mr. Curtiss,” I added,
resolving quickly that the best thing I
could do was to tell him the whole
story so far as I knew it. which I did,
as briefly as possible. He heard me to
the end with intent, Interested face.
' I think you'll agree with me, Dr.
Schuyler." 1 concluded, “that my client
is quite right in deciding to demand an
explanation.”
"Yes.” he added, after a moment's
thought. "I suppose he is—I'm sure he
is. It's the most extraordinary thing
I ever heard of—and the most deplora
ble. Until this moment, I had hoped
that they had gone away to get mar
ried elsewhere.”
"Hoped?" I asked.
"Yes, hoped. I’ve seen them togeth
er. Mr. Hester, and it seemed to me an
ideal attachment. I can conceive of
nothing which could keep them apart.
Has any explanation of it occurred to
you?”
(Continued Next Week.)
Only Roses.
To a garden full of posies
Cometh one to gather flowers.
And he wanders through its bowers
Toying with the wanton roses,
Who, uprising from their beds.
Hold on high their shameless heads
With their pretty lips a-pouting
Never doubting—never doubting
That for Cytherean posies
He would gather aught but roses. ,
In a nest of weeds and nettles,
Hay a violet, half hidden.
Moping that his glance unbidden
Vet might fall upon her petals.
Though she lived alone, apart,
Hope lay nestling at her heart,
But alas! the cruel eftvaking
Set her little heart a-breaking,
For he gathered for his posies
Only roses—-only roses!
~$\r W. S. Gilbert 1
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From the Washington Star.
Miss Annie S. Peck, the mountaineer,
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SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE.SHUNU.nHDK.
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JOHN J. KEfeFE
BUILDING CONTRACTOR
Firrt and Nebnuka Street*. StOtOC CrrY. IOWA
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SIOUX CITY PTG. CO, KU. 31-191*
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Fac Simile Signature of
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fOj Tire Centaur Company,
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Exact Copy of Wrapper.
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Low round trip fares fa
New York, Boston
New England, entire Atlantic Coast and
—othe-. Eastern Summer Resorts
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NewYorkfentral Lines
Lake Shore—Big Four—Michigan Central!
Tickets at reduced fares will be on sale daily during:
August and September. Many free stop-over psuv
ilegcs, and optional boat trips on Great LuLe.iL
St. Lawrence and Hudson Rivers.
We will be glad to send yoa full ittfaravt
tion S3 to fares, berth reservations and
routes, and on request wiD sand i
copies of our new fflfL mavjsaar ’
booklets and folders...
Address W. K. Jewione j
Mi JLa Salle Street SMfta
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