Gives Credit for Restored Health to Lydia E Pink*
ham’s Vegetable Compound. Ail
Women Interested
MRS. OSCAR t. BORGELIN
FC'RCST CITY, IOWA
Forest City, Iowa.—“Mv first child
lived only a short time and I was sick
for a year after. When I bent over
and raised myself up again I could
almost scream with pain in myback.
One day I was so bad that I had to
leave my washing and get ready to
go to the doctor. He gave me medi
cine, but it did no more good than if
I drank just water. Once when we
'jad been in town a little book telling
2’uout Lydia E. I’inkbam’s Vegetable
Compound was left in our car. I
have taken five bottles of the Vege
table Compound now and I do all my
housework and help with the milking,
and taking care of chickens and gar
den. Besides I have a fine baby girl
eight months old, just the picture of
health, and I am feeling fine myself.
You may use this letter as a testi
monial and I will answer any letters
asking about the Vegetable Com
pound.”—Mrs. Oscar F. Borgelin,
Route No. 6, Forest City, Iowa.
A Bad Case of Nerves Relieved
Denver, Colorado. — “I was very
despondent, blue and sad all the time,
which is worse than real pain, and
extremely nervous, with no appetite.
I was this way for about two years
and thought no one cared for me.
My mother had had the same trouble
and had taken Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound for it. I tried
everything else, then I began to take
it. J soon had a better appetite and
restored mental condition. I moved to
a bright, aunny house, began calling
on different people, ana changed
many other things. I also used Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Sanative Wash for my
female weakness. With the aid of
vour medicines I am now a fairly
healthy, happy and contented woman.
I’ve uced the Vegetable Compound at
lifferent times and will say it always
helps me over the bad spells that
:ome to every woman past 40 years. ”
—Mrs. Helen Fine, 36 South Washi
ngton Street, Denver, Colorado.
Two More Payments
“Say. Mary, how much more do we
ewe the doctor?” naked an East side
jnan of his wife.
“Why, only $10,” she replied.
“Oh, goody," spoke up the oldest
son. “In two more payments the
ha by Is ours.”
Of two evil* the lesser Is always to
he chosen.—Thomas a Kempis.
Fooled by Scarecrow
For several days a patient fisherman
has been noted standing on the shore
of a certain pond in Wilton, N. H.
Day after day he stood ttiere. A par
ticularly constant watcher felt sure
the man was getting short trout, and
notified a game warden. However,
the watcher's eyes are In need of cor
rection, for the man turned out to be
a well-fashioned scarecrow.
In bed four months
.. . now a well man
Gives Tanlac full credit.
Over twelve years of stomach misery
had made a physical wreck of * Jacob
Ferdinand. He spent hundreds of
dollars seeking relief but every at
tempt failed until he tried Tanlac.
This great tonic brought him im
mediate relief. "After seven bottles
he says, “I am a well and happy
man. I will gladly talk to anyone
personalty ana win answer an letters regarding my experience
with Tanlac. Fot it proved a godsend to me."
*Authe ttic statement. Address on request.
i nlac is Nature's great Tonic and builder. Compounded
after the famous Tanlac formula, from rooit), Sharks and
curative herbs alone, it is absolutely harmless. Millions owe
their health and happiness to this great remedy.
Don’t let stomach trouble make your life miserable a day
longer. Get a bottle of Tanlac at your druggist’s at once.
The first dose will make you feel better. You’ll be a new
person with the spurkling eyes and rosy cheeks that come
from perfect-health.
Note : Fo > Constipation, take Tanlac Vege
table Pills, Nature’s own harmless laxative.
TANLAC
FOR YOUR HEALTH
Cave Skunhfi Right of Way
A party of Ilangor motorists return
ing from Wlnterport, Maine, halted
their car to let a moving obstruction
have the right-of-way. The obstruc
tion consisted of a family of skunks,
including father, mother and three
'children, crossing the road in solemn
•ingle file.
Photographic Societies
The oldest photographic organize
tlon tn the world is the Royal Photo
graphlc Society of Great Britain,
founded in 1868, and the second old
est, and the oldest tn the United
States, is the Photographic society of
Philadelphia, founded in 1802.—Sci
ence Service.
MOTHER:- Fletcher's
Castoria is a pleasant, harm
less Substitute for Castor Oil,
Paregoric, Teething Drops
and Soothing Svruns.
-uny prepared for Infants in arms and Children all ages.
To avoid imitations, always look for the signature of T
proven directions on each package. Physicians everywhere recommend It
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“It was entirely my fault,”
he told her. “I should have
looked about me instead of back
ing blindly from the doorway.
I am inexprossiBy forry to have
b en the cau e of your acc dent.
Won’t you let me carry yout'^
“I’m not a featherweight,’
said the girl. “If you care to
try 1 would be grateful.”
.lesson stuffed his paperf into
his pocket and swung the girl
gently into his arms. Thus thej
made their way to her home,
no great distance. Nothing
more was said until they reached
the doorway. She gave the key
to Jesson.
“You must come in,” she in
vited. “Let me offer you some
tiling, champagne perhaps. 1
have some very good wine.”
“You are very kind. I shall
be delighted,” he said.
He carried her to her room and
placed her upon a couch. Knec'
ing, he undid tier shoe, noting
that her l'eet were small and
well shaped. Then he made a
discovery which puzzled him.
His experience with sprained
ankles had not been extensive
hut he Was perfectly sure that a
sprained ankle swelled quickly.
There was no swelling here.
The shapely ankle he held upon
his knee, white, blue-veined and
beautifully slender, showed no
evidence whatever of enlarge
ment. Suddenly enlightenment
a hint of the tr th, came to him
and he bent his head to hide a
smile. Pl.ylnj oi.t the litt’e
comedy he bathed foot and ankle
and presently hound them tight
ly wYa a bandage. Then he
arose and at her direction found
the champagne, opened it skill
fully and filled two glasses, lie
placed a footstool and carried
her to an easy ’mir, wl.e e the/
sat knee to knee.
“No we are all comfy,” he
said, “That is, if your ankle
does not pa n too much?”
“It is much better, Mr. Jcs
son,” said t’ girl. “You are
really a wonde 'ful surgeon and
nurse”
“You know :.iy name?”
“Of course,” laugh:d the girl,
‘Just as you know mine, don't
) on ? Admit i .”
“Well Yen, yes,’"’ said Jes
son. “I will confess that 1
asked Mr. Deroux who you were
He chl'god, saying some very
pie ant thing* about you, Miss
Kenny.”
Oh, Joe s a pretty go <1 friend
of mine, tho. gh I am afraid ot
him sometimes when he gets one
of his wild moods, lie just about
rules the roost in this country.”
“So I have gathered.” said
Jesson. “You are really quite
adorable, do you know it ? If y ou
will forgive my* inquisitiveness
I want to know all about you
How on errtlx d:d such a girl as
you ever come to be in this
pi; >?”
Ynd Ruby told him. Genuine
ly 1 based ;t hs obvious inhr st
she told him as much of her story
as she thought advisable, of the
death of her father, her poverty
her need for money, her ac
rid ntal meeting with Jed llaller
and of the strictly business ar
rangements she had made with
the ponderous judge. Jesson lis
tened with warming interest. Ilis
hand found hers and she maue
no movement to withdraw it
Ilis knee pressed against her
soft knee and the toueli thrilled
him. His admiring gaze was
fixed xxpon her piquant face or
upon t’ j graceful contours of
her slender, rounded figure
They drank their champagne as
t.:ey talked in this swift inti
macy, Ruby merely sipping at
lur bubbling glass, Jess n em >
tying his rather frequently. He
had. opened another bottle. He
longed to sweep her into Y i:ms
to crush her to him, to kiss those
scornful lips.
“You are rathe:* a darling,'
said Ruby, reading what lay in
Jesson’s eyes. “I think I’ll
break a lifetime rule and make
a confession myself. I liked you
when 1 first saw yoxi and that
was the day* after you arrived in
North Platte.”
She bent forward a little and
ran her whits finsrers through
•lesson’s hair, her ardent gaze
melting into his. lie caught her
to him. ohe threw back her
head. Their lips met. Jesson
felt her body trembling and
held her even closer.
“I !ove you! Ruby, I love you!’*
he breathed. “You are the
most wonderful girl I ever saw!
^ ou have called to me from the
moment my eyes fell upon you.
1 couldn’t understand it. But
I kj ow now. It’s love you ador
able gi.
Mie kissed him again her
heart, in her clinging lips, then
gently withdrew from his arms.
“I want you to believe me,”
she said, “when I tell you that
you are the first man who has
kissed me since I was a school
girl. Many men have tried it
but have been discouraged- I’ts
pretty hard to believe that of a
dance-hall girl, isn’t it?”
“Not of you,” said Jesson. “I
know it’s true.”
“It is,” she said. “I have
hated men until now. Now—I
don’t know. Perhaps it is love.
We must wait and see. We will
be together In Julesburg when
the road moves on. But I for
got. You are engaged to Miss
Marsh.”
“That does not matter,” said
Jesson. “Miss Marsh would not
be inconsolable- Give me a little
time. It’• not being engaged that
worries me.”
“What is it, then?” asked the
girl.
In a word, money,” said Jes
son. “Debts enough to stagger
a man ”
“Tell me. Perhaps there is a
way. ’ ’
She listened intently as he
told her of the life he had led in
New York, of the bitterness of
trying to keep up appearances,
of his lu.kl sj gambling and of
the pit of debt into which it had
led him—that and the threat of
exposure hanging over him.
“Peter,” she said, “please go
to that bureau. Here is the key
Open the top drawer and bring
me what you find under the
cl ti es i 1 the corn r.”
He obeyed, w, ndeiing.
“Why it’s mooey, gold from
the weight of it,” he said as he
brought her one of the heavy
1 tt’e bags that nested in the bu
rn au drawer.
i os, it s gold, gold coin,
said Kuby. “There’s five thou
sand there, Peter. It’s yours.”
Jesson looked at her in amaze
ment. “Mine? What do you
mean ? ’ ’
“Just what I say. A good
friend of mire, and of yours,
sent this money here to-night. It
is for you alcne. It is an evi
dence of his confidence in you,
the first evidence.”
“But what’s it all about? Why
should anybody ask you to give
me $5,000?”
“Peter, here’s the truth. I
did not sprain my ankle to-niglit
It was a trick, a way to make
veur acquaintance, t ) hi Id you
for a time. Br.t wait! Believe
me, 1 did it gladly. I wnnted to
know you I it was determined
sooner or later t) meet you. This
man’s scheme fell in with my
own desires. You do believe
me?”
IT looked at her steadily, then
put his arm around her and drew
her to him, kissing her over and
over again.
“That’s my answer,” he said.
“It is Deroux,” she went on.
“No, don’t "ook so fierce*
There’s nothing between Joe and
me, never has been or could b.
But Joe wants the road built
through his land, through Smoky
river. It will moan, oh, I don’t
know how much to him! millions,
probably. IIo says that it will be
the best thing for the road ami
for the country. Peter, he
doesn’t want you to find a pass
through the Black II lls!”
Jesson looked at her whitely.
She drew from her bosom a draft,
made out to Peter Jesson for
$10,000, and placed it in his
hand.
“That will he ready for you
when you tell Marsh there is no
pass—that the road will have to
turn south,” she added. “And,
: v‘:te.-, when the road is built,
Deroux will give you $20,000
more. lie keep; his word, De
roux, to friend or enemy. Isn’t
that a stake worth playing for?”
Jesson got to his feet, unsteadi
ly- His face was drawn. He
swayed a little, though not from
the wine he had drunk. Ruby
lilted herself to his arms ami
clung to him, her lips seeking
his.
“You must, Peter. Think of
what it will mean for you! Me,
if you want me! You can’t sav
—no.”
He held her close for a long
time. Then his lace changed.
He laughed.
“Ruby,” he said. “You can
tell our friend Deroux that I will
play his game. I don’t believe
there is any pass, so he may be
throwing away liis money. But
I 11 do what he wants. I have
always wondered what my price
would be $15,000, en\ way, well,
it s fairly h gh, $35,COO prob
abljr.”
He crushed her to him again,
afire with the touch of her.
“You adorable little devil,”
he whispered in her ear.
CHAPTER XVII
DAVY RIDES FOR IIIS LIFE
Marsh met Deroux face to face
the next morning outside the ho
tel
i If you are not doing any
thing in particular, why not
come with me to the end of
track?” the superintendent in
vited.
That would please me very
much,” said Deroux,
“It might interest you,”
Marsh replied, “I’m taking my
car out on an inspection trip.
My d. ughter an I Mr. .Tesson are
accompanying me. We’ll dine
on the road ard I promise you a
good cigar.”
They walked to the station
where the train waited, the pri
vate car attached to two flat
cars loaded with rails and other
equipment received from the
East. After the special train
got. under way, and was miffing
along at its usual fait of 20
miles an hour, Marsh retired to
his room, leaving Miriam with
-Tesson and the affable Deroux.
The Frenchman entertained
them for an hour with tales of
his manysided career, tales which
ranged from his schooling in
Paris in the hey-day of the Sec
ond Empire to the rough life of
gold-miner and horse breeder in
the Smoky Hill’s wilderness.
After Mir’am left Ihe two to
gether, Deroux turned instantly
to -Tesson, his eves snapping.
“Mr. -Tesson.” he said, in a
low tone, inaudible outside the
draw'ng room of the err, “I
know './bat Ruby offered you
last night. I sent her to you.
She told me early this morning
that, you had promised to stand
with me. You are smart- I, -Too
Deroux. tell you that you ?ve
wise. I will make you rich
What von already have and what
you will later receive is merely
a sample of the generosity of
Deroux.
i ms roan win nor go tnrougn
the Black Hills, Mr. Jesson! I
tell you, man to man, that I will
block it! Nothing shall stop me,
nothing! I shall fight and I have
allies that nobody knows about.
Very well. Let us understand
each other. There is no pass!
You will so report. And your
reward will be—enough even
for your necessities. But I de
mand utter loyalty! The man
doesn’t live who can play fast
ar.d loose with me. From now
on your services are mine. That
is understood?”
“Perfectly,” said Jesson calm
ly. “I’ll go as fa’ t;s you like,
short of man-killing.”
Deroux eyed him speculatively
“Who knows vvliat you would
do, my friend, if the impulse was
strong enough ? I have made a
little study of you, Mr. Jesson
I have detected, I think, surpris
ing possibilities in your charac
ter.”
Jesson started, about to reply
when the whistle of the locomo
tive dinned their ears with its
unbroken, persistant shriek
Marsh dashed into the ear, Miri
am at Ills heels. They ran to
the windows but whatev, r it
was that had caused the engineer
to hang on the cord was too far
in advance of the train for them
to see.
“Stay in the car!” Marsh
shouted to his daughter as he
ran forward to the open flatcars
followed by Jesson and Deroux
With nothing to block vision
they were able to see miles ahead
over the rolling prairie. Off to
the southwest was a bobbing dot i
rapidly growing larger. Follow
ing closely, less than a furlong
behind, were other bobbing fig
i •ir: s, a dozen strung out in an
| irregular line. The dots quickly
changed into iron and horses
»a ing at top speed. .lesson hap
pened to notice Deroux’s face.
It startled him. Every trace of
amiability and polish was gone.
Savagery shown in the staring
eyes
“One white man—eight, ten,
yes, twelve, Indians, Sioux War
riors,” cried Deroux. ‘They're
gaining. By God! They’ll get
him!”
lie turned and saw Jesson
watching him curiously. Instant
ly lie changed voice and ex
pression.
“He can ride, that man! Watch
him! See how he helps his
horse! Its tired, staggering with
latigue but lifts it along! He’s
a damned good shot, too!”
The foremost pursuer had ven
tured too close to the hard
pressed lugitive. The young
man—Marsh could make him
out clearly through his field
glasses—turned in his saddle and
threw a shot backward. The
Sioux leader slumped in his sad
dle, then slid to the ground.
I lie wind brought them the
sound of fierce whooping. They
s iw the Indians qui. ling tin i1
ponies stinging them to g cut r
speed.
The rider was evidently mak
ing for the train whose smoke lie
must have spotted long before.
He was driving his horse in a
long slant, at tlie rate of speed
being made by train and horse,
should bring him up in loss than
five minutes. Marsh hurried
forward 1o order the engineer
to slow down, h it his authority
was not needed. Pat Casey,
jumping with excitement and al
ready shouting directions and
advice to a man at least two
miles distance, had attended to
that detail. The train slackened
speed to about 10 miles an hour
and the rider almost immediately
< hanged his course, coming to
ward them more directly.
Nearer and nearer he sped,
his horse laboring, the Indians
gaining steadily; now within
easy arrow shot. The men on
the flat cars were yelling and
filing their rifles, but scoring no
h ts. The m'erval swiftly na~
rowed. until the rider was within
a l.un Ire 1 yards of the train but
considerably ahead of it, as he
bad undoultely planned. Then
an arrow or a bullet ended the
r oe for Ihe g-llunt horse. It
stumbled, recovered with a stag
gering effort, stumbled again
and went down in a heap throw
ing the rider h. 't‘ a dozen yards
ahead of it
Continued Next Week.
“A Dauyhter of the Land”
By Gene Stratton Porter
(Grcsset and Dunlap Company!
A truly* fine story which boasts of
several well portrayed characters
Though Kate Bates stands foremost
ns a wonderful example of what fine
characters oftimes emerge through
life's hardships, Kate missed some
thing of youth's first love. There
ft re we forgave her that she failed
1 or daughter when love awakened in
Polly's hea t for Henry Peters.
A word for Kate’s mother, another
fine soul whom life almost crushed,
but not before we learned how won
derful was Mrs. Adam Bates. We
feel that we had met every character
in this book personally.
Who Plants a Trea
Who plants a tree beside tho road
Where man may rest his tired feet,
Amid tiie Summer’s sullcr. heat
And ease his shoulder of its load,
Well loved is he! God-blest is he!
Who plants a tree.
lie may have passed beyond recall
When weary pilgrim by t lie way
Its shade may find, at noon of day;
Yet blessings cn ills soul will fall
And you can see, how blest is he
Who plants a tree.
So long as Spring shall wane the
green
Of fluttering leaves upon its limb,
A deeper hue will burn for him.
And passing j cars that lie between
Will blessings be, for such as lie
Who plants a tree
—II. K. Harmon, in American
Farming.
-—4• —
Apparently the tinge of fall in the air
now and then makes gardens and grow
ing things all the mole precious, for
here is another out door poem about
trees, sent in by Laurence Van Ben
them, of Sioux City.
“Daniel Daronda”
By George Kliot
This novel is to me her most en
teriaining work. It is a story bo
friending the Jew, the hero being the
sen of a Russian Jewish actress.
The author traces the evolution of
character in the heroine from a
light-minded society girl to beautiful
womanhood, through suffering
The here, Daniel Dc.rnnd'„ Is
ignorant of Jewish ortg'ri, being
raised by an Knglish jeo/i deman as
It's nephew, but bin Vi*:-*instinc
tively turns to Jewish fri^ruls which
culminates by falling in love with a
Jewess whom he rescues from sui
cide.
The blase Knglish rue is graphically
pictured by Gvandcourt the hated
husband of Gendelyn—the heroine.
(Signed) Marguerite Drtskill.
’••Steam will replace gasoline as mo
tor power,” forecasts a scientist, and
th' n up will go the price of water.—
ha:rishursr Telegraph.