®-COM(jE of CAPTAIN PLUM ft JAMEJ O’JVER OiRWOOD TOTOBWjf <§t MttSW&KEITNER. SVMOPS'S. raff* 1“on af fha iknp Ty yHwaa .»t l* aa rertir os Battel (aland. »ina|lii.d of ita Hufi.iff Oh, STtra Mors>- a oeuBffirf I iff. *%« from# him. tafto Mm ha te aopea-tad. ul liarcalaa for tha aaa.r at- - .aboard tha a {> >1* Mmdo Vat hr * a *« aha :* -1'- tnad fa tr.ar rt fher; r- *a I r: a mi- ; T.ad Ra. i arfrff. ha ta! a Xe- f* .? S-r t la 4 .■lerf thfff arm ad —sc er» !aa -n-i-nc as 'ha •dll* * Vat 'aarr.a tl if ll.ne* • aa baasj ■ m monad fa tha aafla * -errand Nat • frnr »t.* •*» t'-.j ■ a a. f-.-r *aad Tha s»an*t»-c hew* frwtt. t - nt - 'and 4a arr’ite iff f- Jar;-* Si at! arid No* tah» a part It tha hatlia and •: # latfar la mbbM CHARTER IX.—Cirtinued. H» felt the <»it of the mater to hi* far* and k pat R» life Into him Somebody fad raised him to a sitting poatare and a as suppurlcg him there •hfle a eeetmd person bound a cloth aboet hie head He opened hi* eyes a ad the hght of day shot Into them Kfce a stinging burning charge of aesdls rcitti and he Hosed them agala atth a sharp cry of ; »ln That aeeord's glance bad >ix>«n him that fc »u a aromaa aho aras boding tls head He had not seen her face Re fond her he had caught a half formed sklaa ft many people and the glisten l*C edge at the eea. and as he lay a-ith closai eyes the murmur of soiree came to him The support at hi* back •as taken assy. slowly, as If the per •on she held him feared that he ••nld fall Nathaniel stiffened hlm •e.' U show his returning strength and npeai a tls ejea again This time the pain was not so great A few yards away he saw a group of people •ad among them were women; atlll farther away, so far that his brain gre* diary aa he looked, there was a Mack mewing crowd He was among the wounded The Mormon women here Down there along tha g the dead—had asses the ysyshdss of St James. A strange sickness overpowered him •ad he sank tech against his sup porter A cool hand passed oyer his fee* It was a s *xtii g. gentle touch * The hand of the ao.„an He felt the sweep of soft hair against hi* cheek—* breath whispering la his “Too will be better soot." Mis heart stood etlil “Twu will be tetter—“ Against his rough cheek there fell the eoft pressure of s woman s lips. Nalustiei pulled him*' if erect, every drop of Lloud in him striving lor the mastery of his body, hie vision, his atyvngth He tried to turn, but atremg arms seized t.m from behind. A may. s * ce spoke to him. a man's •trragifc held him In an agony of ap peal Marlon * name hurst lrom tls Up* at t " warne-j the iglct behind Mm “Art you crasy ?" The arm* relaxed their hold and Nathaaie: dragged hiru^elf to hia taw Tha woman waa gone As far mm ha could a*w there were people— aeorw of them, hundreds of them— awtUf IV d into thousands and millions as be looked until there was only a Mark cloud about him. He staggered ta Ms feat and a strong hand kept him fram fuil.xg at:ir his brain slowly ettared Tha millions and thousands sad hundreds of people dissolved thi ms sites Into the day until only a haadfsi was left abere be had seen mtilut.ee* He turned hi* face weak ly to tha man beside him. “Where did she goT' he asked ft as* a boyish tan* into which his pleading eye* gaxed a face white with (he strain af baric. reddened a little aa ame cheek with a smear of blood, sad there was a startled, frightened hah ta It that did not rows of the strife that had passed “Mho? What are you talking “Tha woman.” whispered Nathaniel. "The woman— Marion—who kissed— The young fellow » hand gripped his arm Is a sadden Sere* clutch *# been dreaming'” be ex la a threatening voice. "Shut upf He epokr the wordr loudly. Thee Quickly dronphig hia voice to a whisper he Aided "For God s sake don't betray her' They saw her with aa—everybody knows that it was the king’s wife with you'” The kings wife? Nathaniel was ton weak to analyte the eords beyond the fact that they ran led the dread truth at his fears deep Iqfo his soul. Whn would have come pu him but ■arum? Wioeiie would hate kl«f< d him? h «ts her vo.ee that had whispered is hla ear—the thrill of her hand that had passed over his face. Aad this man had said that she was the wife of the king? He heard the names of other men bear him but did ant understand what they were say ing He knew that after a moment Chare was a man am each side or him hold tag him by the arms, and me chanically ha moved hla legs, knowing tkwt they wanted him to walk. They HI sot guess how weak be was—how he struggled to keep from becoming has great a weight on their hands Owe* or twice they stopped In their ■gi¥T*r*-f climb up tbs hill On Its ksp the cool sea air swept tats Nn ghaatsTa face aad It was Uke water to • parched throat. After a time—It seemed a day of ( terrible work and pain to him—they rune to the streets of the town, and In a half conscious sort of v. ay he cursed at the rabble trailing at their t.- .a 1 h« y passed close to the tem ple. dirt and blood and a burning tor ment shutting the vision of it fran his eyes, and beyond this there was an other crowd. An aisle opened for them, as It had opened for others i ahead of them In front of the jail they stopp* d. .Nathaniel's head hung heavily upon his breast and he made no effort to r?tse It. All ambition and d- sire had left him. all desire but one. . a» d that was to drop upon the ground ard lie th.-re for endless, restful years. What consciousness was left in him was ebbing swiftly; he saw black, fathomless right about him and the eu-th seemed slipping from under his feet. A voice dragged him back into life • —a voice that boom. d in his ears like rolling thunder and set every fiber :n him quivering with emotion. He drew himself erect with the involun tary strength of one mastering the last spasm of death and as they dragg d him through the door he saw there within an arm's reach of him the great, living face of Strang gloat ing at him as If frem out of a mist— red eyed, white fanged. filled with the v* ngefulness of a beast. The great voice rumbled in his ears again. "Take that man to the dungeon!” CHAPTER X. Winnsome’s Verdict of Death. The voice—the condemning words —followed Nathaniel as he staggered on between his two guards; it haunted “I'm used to It, Nat. Been here be fore,” he said. "Can you get up? There's a bench over here—not Jong enough to stretch you out on or J would have made you a bed of It, but It’s better than this mud to sit on." He put his arms about Nathaniel and helped him to his feet. For a few moments the wounded man stood with out moving. "I'm not very bad, I guess,” he said, taking a slow step. "Where Is the seat, Nell? I’m going to walk to it What sort of a bump have I got on the head?"’ ^ “Nothing much,” assured Neil. "Suspicious, though," he grinned cheerfully. “Looks as though you were running and somebody came up. and tapped you from behind!” Nathaniel's strength returned to him quickly. The pain had gone from his head nnd his eyes no longer hurt him. In the dim candle-light he could distinguish the four walls of the dun gcon, glistening with the water and mold that reeked from between their rotting logs. The floor was of wet. sticky earth which clung to his boots, and the air that he breathed filled his ::o«tri!s and throat with the uncom fortable thickness of a night fog at sea. Through it the candle burned in a misty halo. Near the candle, which stood on a shelf-like table against one of the walls, was a big dish which caught Nathaniel's eyes. "What's that?” he asked, pointing toward it. “Grub," replied Nell. "Hungry?" He went to the table and got the plate of food. There were chunks of boiled meat, ur.buttered' bread and cold potatoes. For several minutes they ate In silence. Now that Na thaniel was himself again Neil could no longer keep up his forced spirits. Both realized that they had played their game and that It had ended In defeat. And each believed that it was his Individual power to alleviate to some extent the other's misery. To Neil what was ahead of them held no mystery. A few hours more and then —death. It was only the form In which It would come that troubled him. that made him think. Usually the victims of this dungeon cell were shot. Sometimes they were hanged. But why tell Nathaniel? So he ate Strang Was Alive. ■ Jim still as the cold chill of the rot J Gng dungeon walls struck In his face; I it remained with him as he stood swaying in the thick gloom—the voice rumbling in hls ears, the words beat ing against bis brain until the shock , of them sickened him, until he stretch ed out his arms and there fell from him such a cry as had never tor i tured his lips before. Strang was alive! He had left the spark of life in him, and the woman who loved him had fanned It back into 1 full flame. Strang was alive! And Marion— Marlon was his wife! The voice of the king taunted him from the black chaos that hid the 1 dur.geon walls The words struck at him, filling hls bead with shooting pain, and he tottered back and sank to the ground to get away from them. They followed, and that vengeful leer of the king was behind them, urging i them on, until they beat his face into 1 the sticky earth, and smothered him into what he thought was death. There came rest after that, a long silent rest. When Nathaniel slowly climbed up out of the ebon shadows again the first consciousness that came tc him w as that the word-demons had stopped their beating against hi3 brain and that he no longer heard the voice of the king. Hls relief was so great that he breathed a restful sigh. Something touched him then. Great God! were they coming back? Were they still there—waiting—wait ing— It was a wonderfully familiar voice 1 that spoke to him. "Hello there, Nat! Want a drink?" He gulped eagerly at the cool liquid that touched his lips. “Neil,” he whispered. “It's me, Nat. They chucked me in with you. Hell’s hole. Isn’t It?” Nathaniel sat up, Neil’s strong arm at bis back. There was a light In the room now«and he could see hls com panion's face, smiling at him encour agingly. The sight of It was like an eHxir to him. He drank again and new life coursed through him. “Yes—hell of a bole!” he repeated drowfclly. “Sorry for you—Nell—" and he seemed to sleep again. Nell laughed as Be wiped hla com panion's face with a wet doth. his meat and bread without words, waiting for the other to speak, as the other waited for him. And Nathaniel, on his part, kept to himself the secret of Marion's fate. After they had done with the meat and the bread and the cold potatoes he pulled out his be loved pipe and filled it with the last scraps of his tobacco, and as the fumes of it clouded round his head, soothing him in its old friendship, he told of his fight with Strang and his killing of Arbor Croche. “I’m glad for Wlnnsome’s sake,” said Nell, after a moment. “Oh, if you’d only killed Strang!” Nathaniel thought of what Marion had said to him in the forest “Nell,” he said quietly, "do you know that Winnsome loves you—not as the little girl whom you toted about on your shoulders—but as a woman? Do you know that?” In the other’s silence he added: “When 1 last S"aw Marion she sent this message to you—’Tell Neil that he must go, for Winnsome's sake. Tell him that her fate is shortly to be as cruel as mine —tell him that Winnsome loves him and that she will escape and come to him on the mainland.' ” Like words of fire they had burned themselves in his brain and as Nathaniel repeated them he thought of that other broken heart that had sobbed out its anguish to him in the castle chamber. “Neil, a man can die easier when he knows that a woman loves him!” He had risen to his feet and was walking back and forth through the thick gloom. “I’m glad!” Neil's voice came to him softly, as though be scarcely dared to speak the words aloud. After a moment he added: “Have you got a pencil, Nat? I would like to leave a little note for Winnsome.” Nathaniel found both pencil and paper in one of his pockets and Neil dropped upon bis knees In the mud beside the table. Ten minutes later be turned to Nathaniel and a great change had come into bis face. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Queer Visiting Cards. The natives of Korea carry visit ing cards which measure about 13 Inches square, and when their use Is required they are manly shown. WONDER CITY OF THE FAR WEST -- - --p I- M i ) A//?/ft Jrpftz Pq/nci Pl/pht ) <$■ PRINCE RUPERT, the western terminal of the Grand Trunk Pacific railway, is a remarkable example of the rapidity with which a new city can be established and can grow to imposing size. Prince Rupert was com pletely laid out. with lighting, parks, boulevards, paving, water systems, etc., ail provided for. before a single lot was put on sale. In the three weeks subsequent to its opening the sales amounted to $10,000,000. I GOATS MAKE MONEY ; ! How to Select Right Kind of Breed of Animals. _ j Angoras Not Good as Milk Producers and Animals From Pyrenees Are i V Considered Best—Millanaise Is Leader. Los Angeles, Cal —Mrs. M. Z. Wat ! rous writes as follows concerning the goat industry: The following facts relative to the keeping of goats for profit were oh , t.lined directly from owners; per sons not merely supporting pets, but j gaining either an abundance of rich milk and cream for theta- own use or ; else an entire living from the sale of j these greatly desired commodities. Of course, there are different kinds of goats, at various prices, and the first thing a beginner should deter mine is exactly or approximately how much he Is willing to pay for an ani mal and how much he expects to make on his investment. In this country milk Is the fore most—in most cases the exclusive— 1 consideration In the keeping of goats, 1 and this will be the only profit esti mated In this article. Therefore, the intending purchaser who wants to make money should not waste It on a j large number of Inferior animals, each i of which gives only two or three l | quarts of milk a day. yet consumes, as a herd, more than one-third or one fourth what the same number of first i class milchers would. Buy, if possi ble, from some one who imports goats, i There are three such persons in Cali fornia; one in Pasadena, another in Santa Monica, and a third in San Jose. Remember one thing; no mat ter what may be said in praise of An ; goras, they are not the goats for milk. As importation is a tedious process i —because the goats are held in quar antine for six months at New York —those who furnish the money for that purpose order only the best breeds, and they are the persons j whose advice should be heeded. It ! will be economical to pay for instruc | tion by letter from such If an Inter j view be out of the question, as there | is nothing like starting aright In a i business. | The Millanaise from the Pyrenees are the best goats of all. They can be bought In Switzerland for five to ten dollars apiece, but by the time New York is done with them we have to pay $145 for each one; but none furnish less than a gallon of milk a day, while some give six quarts or even two gallons. Then, too, this beauty presents its owner with four kids at a time instead of only one or two, as an ordinary goat does. An other thing, the common variety, and even most of the Angoras, have an un pleasant odor; the very milk of the Mexican animal smells rather strong; but the hlgh-breds of foreign extrac tion are never offensive. They are cleanly in every respect Prices run down from the high mark mentioned to as low as $10 or less per goat; but a new-born kid of the high class kind will bring $10; $40 for the quartet of one birth, as against one or two dollars apiece for the twins of Angora babies. The Togganburg is a good goat, too; j it supplies from six to eight quarts of milk a day. So is the Schwartzai a desirable breed, but still the Mil- I lanaise is considered the leader. One man who keeps 20 Swiss. 75 of the better Mexican and a few (five cr ten) of the ordinary goats, aver ages 60 gallons of milk daily, which he readily sells for medicinal pur poses at one dollar a gallon to an un failing market. The idea that these beasts eat any trash they may happen to find Is not only false, hut foolisu. It is hardly likely that the rich fluid so prized as a llfe-sustainer Is. after ail, but a roundabout product from tin cans or a new production from old papers or even a refinement of briars and this tles. As with chickens, so with goats. I If we expect them to feed us whole somely we must first feed them de cently. Their proper food is. of course, nature's fresh grasses, but as these are not always available, other things must te substituted. Here Is vrhat one woman feeds her two goats that have each given two quarts of milk a day for a year— when nine months’ regular milking is thought good: Alfalfa during the morning, a pint of rolled barley at noon for each, a bran mash in the eve ning and a little oat hay to pick at during the night. Also salt occasion ally. Though they do not eat rubbish, gcats are not sticklers for scenery, and a pile of stones, bits of rock, or broken pieces of flag-paving delight them, as they are naturally destruc tive. and can work off some of their activity on these hard things. It ia said that the creatures live longer if allowed the free range of stony places. As goat's milk sells for 25 cents a quart, and as no goat gives less than two quarts daily, it Is not difficult to calculate how much may be counted as profit from a given number of ani mals after the cost of their feed Is deducted. FARM PAYS IN PHILIPPINES American Who Started on Small Scale in Islands is Rapidly Growing Wealthy. Manila.—Three years ego an Amer ican landed in Manila with a capital of $75 and a theory. The American was J. H. Christen, the capital was cash and the theory was that any able-bodied man with the right stuff in him could make more than a bare living out of God's green earth, coupled with steady, hard work. Ir respective of country, people or cli mate. There were plenty of people here to tell him. both in an official and unofficial capacity, that farming on a small scale and without capital was impossible for a foreigner in the Philippine Islands, but Christen stuck to his theory, and as a result has a property valued at more than $5,000, which Is now beginning to yield “vel vet," as the saying Is. The story of Mr. Christen's success is interesting in that it shows some of the difficul ties that the American pioneer in the agricultural field over here has to con tend with. Mr. Christen first took up a home stead of forty acres, the limit allowed by law, on the Polillo river. In Rizal Province. He built a house with his own hands and planted out crops of garden truck. The crops were com ing along nicely when a flood of Oc tober 25, 1907, devastated the sur rounding country and ruined every plant on his place. Instead of giving up, then and there, as many others would have done, Mr. Christen made | an application to the bureau of lands to have his homestead rights trans- ! ferred to another tract of land, and the application being granted, he moved to a tract on Taim Island, In Rizal Province, situated in Cuso Can yon. He chose this locality because the hills surrounding It seemed to of fer good protection from the ele- i ments. During the first year he worked on 1 an average sixteen hours each day and lived on the products of his land j only. When he began his enterprise j he weighed 219 pounds. At the end of a year he weighed only 160. But 1 he had at least something to show for his labors. His rooster and hen had Increased to a Sock of more than a hundred chickens, and he had sev eral acres under cultivation which promised to yield good results. The second year's work was not so hard, and the yield of his first crops was put right back into the farm, in the shape of additional live stock, im ported seeds and plants and general improvements. Now. at the end of three years, Mr. Christen has 700 chickens, a number of ducks, guinea fowls, turkeys, hogs, rabbits and goats, and more than 5, 000 producing plants. Among these plants are 1,500 clusters of banana trees, yielding some choice market varieties, 50 orange and lemon trees, 1,500 kapoc trees, 1.000 Hawaiian papaya trees and 75 para rubber trees, besides beds of almost every | variety of garden truck. SAYING “S” VERY STRAINING New York Women Would Make It "Z” Because Sibilant Sound Make* Throats and Necks Ugly. New York.—The Woman's Profes sional league, a New York society of business women, has decided that if I all the “s’s” in the English language were ’‘z’s" then every woman's throat ! would be a perfectly smooth, round, ; and slender column. It is the member of the alphabet which causes a hiss ing sound that works havoc with fair throats. This is their statement of j the situation: “Every time one pronounces the ; letter ‘s’ the muscles of the neck are drawn up and wrinkles come. More necks are spoiled by this single , crooked, hissing letter than by any | amount of dissipation and neglect. | Women should avoid it all they can j by using ‘z,’ thus making the hoi- j lows in the neck fill out, wrinkles disappear and the throat round out and become smooth and beautiful. "Buzz V whenever you are alone. If you cannot say the exercise out loud, think Vs’ and the effect will be almost the same.” RARE OLD PAPERS EXHIBITED Ayer Collection of Bocks and Maps Worth $400,000 Are Presented to Newberry Library. Chicago.—The romance of mediae val times and the •‘dim beginnings" of North American history have been transplanted to the west wing of the Newberry library, where over 5,000 maps and manuscripts made by the first explorers of the new world were placed on exhibition. They are all from the Ayer collection, which was given to the library by Edward E. Ayer. Many of the parchments are over 400 years old. Mr. Ayer spent nearly thirty years In getting the collection together. A conservative estimate places the value at over $400,000. One of tVy> most Interesting divi sions of the'exhibit is the Claudius Ptolemy collection, which Mr. Ayer purchased from Henry Stevens of London. This contains sixty-one vol umes, which are said to be among the first books ever printed In the Greek and Latin languages. There | are also six Greek manuscripts dat- 1 ing back as far as 1260. One of the most prized maps in the collection is a chart of western Eu rope which was made by Joan Mar lines in 15S3. It is believed to have been secured from one of the Spanish • vessels in the Armada by the victo- ! rious Admiral Howard, who gave it to Lord Burley in 1595. There is also a large reproduction of a map which is said to be the most valuable in existence. This chart is the first in which the word “America” is used, and is one of the first at tempts to show the topography of North America. The original was drawn by Martin Waldseemuller In 1507, and is now in the possession of Prince Francis of Waldburg-Wolfegg. The value of the chart, together with another one made by Waldseemuller, is placed by Prince Francis at $300. 000. Among the others of the rare docu ments ire maps and manuscripts be lieved to have been made by Henry Hudson, Sir Francis Drake, Americus Vespucius. Hernando Cortes, John Smith, Father Hennepin and a vol ume containing the printed copy of a letter written by Columbus descrlb- 1 ing his discovery of America. The j volume was printed in Rome by Ste- i phen Planck in 1493. just after Co lumbus returned to Spain. Heats Square Mile Orchard. Kansas City, Mo.—To heat a square mile of orchard with oil stoves sounds improbable, but that is what W. H. Underwood of Hutchinson, Kan., will do this spring. Mr. Underwood, who is a fruit grower, is in Kansas City directing the manufacture of 19.500 stoves. These stoves, each of which has a reservoir which holds ten gal lons of oil. will be placed in his apple orchard near Hutchinson to prevent damage to the trees by frost. Sure! Esmeralda—How can you tell whetb er it’s English or Italian opera? Gwendolen—Look at the libretti stupid! Particularly the Ladies. Not only pleasant and refreshing to the taste, but gently cleansing and sweet ening to the system, Syrup of Figs and Fiirir of Senna is particularly adapted to ladies and children, and beneficial in all cases in which a wholesome, strength ening and effective laxative should be used. It is perfectly safe at all times and dispels colds, headaches and the pains caused by indigestion and constipation so promptly and effectively that it is the one perfect family laxative which gives satis faction to all and is recommended by millions of families who have used it and who have personal knowledge of its ex cellence. Its wonderful popularity, however, has led unscrupulous dealers to offer imita tions which act unsatisfactorily. There fore, when buying, to get its beneficial effects, always note the full name of the Company—California Fig Syrup Co. plainly printed on the front of every package of the genuine Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna. For sale by all leading druggists. Price 50 cents per bottle. A FASHION PUZZLE. This is merely two ladies of fashion endeavoring to identify each other. HEAD SOLID MASS OF HUMOR "I think the Cuticura Remedies are the best remedies for eczema I have ever heard of. My mother had a child who had a rash on its head when it was real young. Doctor called it baby rash. He gave us medicine, but it did no good. In a few days the head was a solid mass; a running sore. It was awful, the child cried continually. We had to hold him and watch him to keep him from scratching the sore. His suffering was dreadful. At last we remembered Cuticura Reme dies. We got a dollar bottle of Cuti cura Resolvent, a box of Cuticura Ointment, and a bar of Cuticura Soap. We gave the Resolvent as directed, washed the head with the Cuticura Soap, and applied the Cuticura Oint ment. We had not used half before the child's head was clear and free from eczema, and it has never come back again. His head was healthy and he had a beautiful head of hair. I think the Cuticura Ointment very good for the hair. It makes the hair grow and prevents falling hair." (Signed) Mrs. Francis Lund, Plain City. Utah, Sept. 19, 1910. Send to the Potter Drug & Chem. Corp.. Boston, Mass., for free Cuticura Book on the treatment of skin and scalp troubles. Work and Marriage. In the New York courts recently a girl, aged 17, on being told by her mother that she was old enough to go to work, replied: “Work. I will cot; I prefer to marry.” Whereupon she was married before night to a young man earning $8 per week. That is of a piece with the reasoning of another girl who, being interro gated by a friend, "Where are you working now, Mamie?” answered promptly. “I ain't working; I'm mar ried."—Boston Herald. THE YOUNG BRIDE’S FIRST DISCOVERY Their wedding tour had ended, and they entered their new home to settle down to what they hoped to be one long uninterrupted blissful honeymoon. l’ut. alas! the young bride’s troubles •oon begin, wlien she tried to reduce the cost of living with cheap big can baking powders. She soon discovered that all she got was a lot for her money, and it was not all baking powder, for the bulk of it was cheap n: iterials which had no leavening power. SuA powders will not make light, wholesome food. And because of the ab sence of leavening gas, it requires from two or three times ns much to raise cakes or biscuits as it does of Calumet Baking Powder. Thus, eventually, the actual cost to you. of cheap liaking powders, is more than Calumet would be. Cheap liaking powders often leave the bread bleached and acid, sometimes yel low and alkaline, and often unpalatable. They are not always of uniform strength and quality. Now the bride buys Calumet—the per fectly wholesome baking powder, moder ate m price, and always uniform and re liable. Calumet keeps indefinitely, makes cooking easy, and is certainly the most economical after all. Take This to Heart. Some men work harder trying to get out of doing a thing than it would take them to do it. —Exchange. “THE STOMACH IS THE MEASURE OF YOUR HEALTH.” HOSTETTER. If there is any weakness try the Bitters at once. Its results are certain.