MENIAL PCSn iON. Mr* Beyl*—I eaa reed asy hea iJw a tooob. 3tn Ac? 1*—i t* beard he *utrace a page THE R.GHT SOAP FOR BABY'S SKIN Is the earn off l-.f s slc'.s at-d hair. Ccckssra Sea# to tte mother's fa. ■rori**- JEe- • • asd promote alia aed hair health yet.***.!11-!" by f'-jti rtara Os- * at .; 1* sc •**. rahwhic is tha ** • ' - mi *. «? erwsai. rstee* sad acter *:...t:? -r .s-.f* #•«*#• t '»»’ t -• *t .- <*? *** f !» a safer. «Ct< a * * *s -.* pet**ra» rate* at ordh o*r* **•< > ar-i ate .eg ita ea* su: r. ■ .■** fna# aad Otctsaat a*dd tbr**totbets* f ha a arid. Sampfe af each *r«* *:'i 2S-*> Fkis Baafc. Address #w-*ard C-iieaea. lay. X* li^atoo.” Ads. Changed Its Spec «* *1— fort-ultea froi? as aj* jte : - * * * K • Lasted It to A'iatt it wm m l*sM*a..~ «**■ jr a Small Vetter. yea as; • _is* iftsa: Tim pen* 7* ~Bia*hmf itiora Tima the fact that he mte-« *'=>' a vortf of •*# *» liable* " a ct**to r» nta CeiSr' • - a*.. * «b>"t tact., ts maA mrta am — . A_C*ta»iaa. ZiaoCaa. AS*. t'sfe**--*'*ly ifcar.'j daeaa't *e*-ts *o p»+««*<*» say of the psalttu-* of a bsMoana* L» -.4 (fiae > a »*-»*. *iV*a Atyldfe. Bs* tei« - — Ms.! to at tte tM«a toat a mil tome. A*»;s-j*.*»«. Adi. A .a aiaays try:ia* ta im #r*** .poa Let * jatoaad that ate las t ♦reive* a* well a* ah* oscht ta. Escaped the Worst of ft Tbs worst things are the afflictions that hare never happened. Bobby had Jnst been soundly spanked for falling into the creek “Gee!” he exclaimed. . rubbing the seat of punishment, “what wouldn't I have got if 1 had drow nedT* His Business. “I see where £mith went to the wall" “How did that happenT* "He's a bill poster." DON’T Be Peeved' because your stomach is unable to do its work prop er ir—*r because your liver is larv and bowels clogged. CHEER UP-GET A BOTTLE OF HOSTETTER’S STOMACH BITTERS todav. For 60 years it has bcea effectua. ia such cases. Get a Canadian Home In Western Canada's Free Homestead Area THE PROVINCE OF Manitoba tut* New H- tne t'efed-ui Utkirtdi tfefcS »?«rd r»tw <*p*orcti;ty tv IM- trie Aar-!- f r* c • ♦ I i e tt t afncc.ui im. iaatMUOE. For Crain Crowing and Cattle Raising fhi* ha* no icvt'ot and few wgVMWtiMaw tfctno ac a wliwoaro fw-rujd of o»wr a «■ The Stomach Is the Target""** ! -- i * *♦-! Xarcfr.aia u atranfer than it* weakest i f. !.» r - I* atroage*’ t*jn» t..» fJKnadi. With •t'jccach d*oei'‘l'i*ld by Ail uroccrs .m: * ■*•-*- • »»«>»«»•»»•••»••••«•••••• •••••• .•****-•********* Oracf's Xiac... A4rlfi.m. ****** "" ..•*•••••• THE PRODIGAL JUDGE \By VkUGHATJ KESTER. /ui'STipir/aYS By D.Meiv/lC r** Softs fownmr SYNOPSIS. T ie scene at the opening of the story Is laid in the library of an old worn-out •outhem plantation, known as the Bar on? Ti e place is to b*- soid. and its i istory and that of the owners, the W- Hard*, is the subject of discussion by Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man. a stranger km wn as Bladen, and Bob Yarn-} a farmer, when Hannibal Wayne Hazard, a mysterious child of the old so i;hern family, makes his appearance. Ya: y t--l.s i .w he adopted the boy. Na 1 rris buys the Barony, out the v- ntar ls de•■? any knowledge of the bov. Yancy to keep Hannibal. Captain Murrvll. a friend of the ‘Juintards. ap pears and asks questions about the Bar ony Trot. . at S ratch Hill, when Han nibal is kidnaped by Pave Ble-unt, Cap tain Muri.ii's agent. Yancy overtakes Blount, i:.. - - him a ll.nasl ing and se- -ires the boy. Yancy appears before Squire Bail-.arn. arc .s .1.- ...lu-d with costs for tne p.aintiff Betty Mulroy. a friend of tr.e Ferrises. has an etc ounlcr with Cap tain Jlutr- ... wh ■ for'es his attentions on her. arm - - • 1 by Br,e Carington. Betty -.;s at for her Tennessee home. •’amrgton tak-s the same stage. Yancy and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on their trail Hicxiitkil arrives at the home of J-fge S.ocurn Price. The Judge recog nizes .1. t. e t-■> the grandson 1.1 an old t.me friend. Murrell arrives at Judge's home. Cavend.»i. family on raft rescue Van. y. who -s apparently dead. Price breass Jail. Beit, and Carrington arrive at Belle Plain. Hannibal s rifle discloses some startling thu gs to the judge. Han oi t*a. arid Betty meet again Murrell ar rives Ir. Belle Plain. Is playing for big stakes. Y"aticy awakes from long dream less sleep on board the raft, judge Price makes startling ciscoveries in looking up land titles. Charley Norton, a young planter, who assists the judge. Is mys teriously assaulted. Norton informs Car rington that Betty has promised to marry bin.. Norton is mysteriously shot. More light cn Murrell's plot. He plans upris ing of negn-a. judge Price, with Hanni bal. visrs Betty, and she keeps the boy as a companion. In a stroll Betty takes with Hannibal they meet Bess Hicks, daughter of the overseer, who warns Betty of danger ar.d counsels her to leave Belle Plain at once. Betty, terri fied acts on Bess' advice, and on their way i: . ir umag.- is stopped by Slosscn the tavern k-eper. and a confederate, and Betty and Hannibal are made prisoners. The pair are taker, to Hicks' cabin, in an air '-t :na. •. s-ii.le spot, and there Mur rell visits Beit> and reveals his part in the plot ar. 1 his object. Betty spurns his proffered love and the interview is ended by the arrival of Ware, terrified »t ! ss:!•!•- outcome of the crime. Judge Pri. f. hearing of the abduction, plana ac tion. The Judge takes charge of the situ.i n. and search for the missing one* Is instituted. Carrington visits the judge and allies are discovered. Judge Price visit* Col-cel Fentress. where he meets Yancy and Cavendish. Bee. ruing enraged. Price dashes a class of wh.sky into the colon >l'i face and a du-1 is arranged. Mur re'l 1* arrested for negro stealing and his bubble bursts. The Judge and Mahaffy rue u*a the c ir.lng duel. Carrington makes frantic search for Betty and the boy. CHAPTER XXVIII.—(Continued.) What have we between here and the river" ' inquired the latter. It was best, he felt. not to give Slosson an opportunity to ask questions. It narrows considerably, pardner, but it's a straight course." said Slos son. ' Black in yonder, ain't it?’’ he added, nodding ahead. The acres drew rapidly together; They were leaving the lake-like ex panse behind. In the silence, above the rust, mg of the trees. Carrington b«-aru the first fret of the river against its bank. Slosson yawned prodigious ly “I reckon you am t needing me?' he said. “Better go up In the bow and get some sleep." advised Carrington, and Slosson. nothing loath, clambered down from the roof of the cabin and stumbled forward The ceaseless murmur of the rush ing waters grew In the stillness as the keel boat drew nearer the hurry ing yellow good, and the beat of the Kentuckian s pulse quickened. Would he find the raft there? He glanced back over the way they had come The dark ranks of the forest walled oS the clearing, but across the water a dim point of light was risible. He fixed Its position as somewhere near the bead of the bayou. Apparently it was a lantern, but as he looked a ruddy glow crept up against the sky line. From the bow Bunker had been ob serving this singular phenomenon. Suddenly he bent and roused Slos son, who had fallen asleep. The tav ern-keeper sprang to his feet and Bunker pointed without speaking. “Mebuy you can tell me what that light back yonder means?" cried Slos son. addressing himself to Carring ton; as he spoke he snatched up his rifle. ’That's what I'm trying to make out." answered Carrington. “Hell!" cried Slosson, and tossed his gun to his shoulder What seemed to be a breath ol wind lifted a stray lock of Csrrlng ton's hair, but bis pistol answered Slosson in the same second. He tired at the huddle of men in the bow of the boat and one of them pitched for ward with bis arms outspread "Keep back, you!" be said, and dropped off the cabin roof. His promptness had bred a momen tary panic, then Slosson’s bull-like voice began to roar commands; but in that brief instant of surprise and shock Carrington had found and with drawn the wooden peg that fastened ! the cabin door. He had scarcely done this when Slosson came tramping aft supported by the three men. Calling to Betty and Hannibal to es cape in the skiff which was towing astern the Kentuckian rushed towara j the bow. At his back he heard the ! door creak on its hinges as it was pushed open by Betty and the boy. and again he called to them to escape by the skiff. The fret of the current had grown steadily and from beneath ’he wide-fiung branches of the trees w hich here met above his head. Car rington caught sight of the star specked arch of the heavens beyond. They were issuing from the bayou. He felt the river snatch at the keel boat, the buffeting ot some swift eddy. ! and saw tbe blunt bow swing off to the south as they were plunged into the black shore shadows. But what he did not see was a big ! i muscular hand which had thrust itself ■ out of the impenetrable gloom and J clutched the side of the keel boat. Co incident with this there arose a per ; feet babel of voices, high-pitched and . | shrilL • Sho’—I bet it s him! Sho—it’s Cn c'.e Bob’s nevvy! Sho’. you can hear em! Sho’, they're shoctin’ guns! ! Sho !" Carrington cast a hurried glance In the direction of these sounds. There i between the boat and the shore the j dim outline of a raft was taking shape. It was now canopied by a wealth of | pale gray smoke that faded from be i fore bis eves as the darkness lifted. The light increased. From the Hat i stone hearth of the raft ascended a tall column of flame which rendered visible six pigmy figures, tow-headed i and wonderfully vocal, who were toil- j ing like mad at the huge sweeps. The light showed more than this it j showed a lady of plump and pleasing J ; presence smoking a cob-pipe while she : fed the fire from a tick stuffed with straw. It showed two bark shanties, a line between them decorated with the never-ending Cavendish wash, it showed a rooster perched on the ridge-pole of one of these shanties In the very act of crowing lustily. Hannibal, who had climbed to the roof of the cabin, shrieked for help, and Betty added her voice to his. “Ail right, Newy!" came the cheer ful reply, as Yancy threw himself over the side of the boat and grap pled with Slosson. “Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!" cried Hannibal. Slosson uttered a cry of terror. He had a simple but sincere faith in tne supernatural, and even with the Scratch Hiller's big bands gripping his throat, he could not rid himself of the belief that this was the ghost of a murdered man. “You'll take a dogs licking from me, neighbor,” said Yancy grimly. ”11 been saving it to’ you!” Meanwhile Mr. Cavendish, whose proud spirit never greatly inclined him to the practice of peace, had pre pared for battle. Springing aloft he knocked his heels together. "Whoop! I’m a man as can slide I down a thorny locust and never get scratched!” he shouted. This was equivalent to setting his triggers; i then he launched himself nimbly and with enthusiasm into the thick of the : fight. It was Mr. Bunker's unfortu nat3 privilege to sustain the onslaugnt of the Earl of Lambeth. The light from the Cavendish 1 hekrth continued to brighten the scene, for Polly was recklessly sac rificing her best straw tick. Indeed her behavior was in every way worthy of the noble alliance she had formed. Her cob-pipe was not suffered to go out and with Connie's help she kept the six small Cavendishes from risk ing life and limb in the keel boat, to- j ward which they were powerfully: drawn. Despite these activities she: found time to call to Betty and Han-1 nibai on the cabin roof. “Jump down here; that ain’t no fit tin' place for you-all to stop in wita them gentlemen fightin !" An instant iater Betty and Hanni bal stood on the raft with the littie Cavendishes Seeking about them. Mr. Yancy's quest of his newy had taken an enduring hold on their imagina tion. For weeks it had constituted their one vital topic, and the fight be came merely a satisfying background for this interesting restoration. “Sho', they'd cot him! Sho'—he wa'n’t no bigger than Richard! Sho’!’’ "Oh!” cried Betty, with a fearful glance toward the keel boat. "Can't you stop them?” “What to'?" asked Polly, opening her black eyes very wide. “Bless yo' tender heart!—you don’t need tc wor ry none, we got them strange gentle men licked like they was a passel of children! Connie, you-all mind that fire!" She accurately judged the outcome of the fight. The boat was little bet ter than a shambles with the havoc that had been wrought there when Yancy and Carrington dropped over its side to the raft. Cavendish fol lowed them, whooping his triumph as he came. CHAPTER XXIX. The Raft Again. Taney and Cavendish threw them selves on the sweeps and worked the vxi He Launched Himself Nimbly and With Enthusiasm Into the FighL raft clear of the keel boat, then the turbulent current seized the smaller craft and wnirled it away Into the night: as its black bulk receded from before his eyes the Earl of Lambeth spoke with the voice of authority and experience. “It was a eood fight and them fel lows done well, but not near well enough." A conclusion that could not be gainsaid. He added. "No one ain't hurt but them that bad ought to have got hurt. Mr. Yaneys all right, and so's Mr. Carrington—who's mighty welcome here." “Mr. Carrington's kin to me. Pol ly,” explained Yancv to Mrs. Caven dish. His voice was far from steady, for Hannibal had been gathered into bis arms and had all but wrecked the stoic calm with which the Scratch Hiller was seeking to guard his emo tions. Polly smiled and dimpled at the Kentuckian Trained to a romantic point of view she had a frank liking for handsome, stalwart men. Caven dish was neither, but none knew bet- i ter than Polly that where he was most lacking in appearance ne was richest i in substance. He carried scars hon-' orably earned in those differences he had been prone to cultivate with less generous natures: for his scheme oi life did not embrace the millennium. "Thank God, you got here when you did!” said Carrington. "\Ye was some pushed to' time, but we done it.” responded the eari mod estly. He added. 'What cow?—do we make a landing.’ " “No—unless it interferes with your plans not to. 1 want to get around the next bend before we tie up. Later we’ll all go back. Can 1 count on you?'* “You shorely can. 1 consider this here as sociable a neighborhood as 1 ever struck. It pleases me well. Folks are up and doing hereabout.” Carrington looked eagerly around tn ’ search of Betty. She was sitting on an upturned tub. a pathetic enough figure as she drooped against the wall of one of the shanties with all her courage quite gone from her. He made his way quickly to her side. "La!” whispered Polly In Chills and Fever's ear. "If that pore young thing yonder keeps a widow it won’t be be cause of any encouragement she gets from Mr. Carrington. If 1 ever seen marriage in a man's eye I seen it In bis this minute!" "Bruce!” cried Betty, starting up as Carrington approached. "Oh. Bruce, I am so glad you have come—you are not hurt?” She accepted his presence without question. "We are none of us hurt, Betty.” ne said gently, as he took her hand. He saw that the suffering she had undergone during the preceding twenty-four hours had left Its record on her tired face and In her heavy eyes. She retained a shuddering con sciousness of the unchecked savagery of those last moments on the keel boat; she was still hearing the oaths of the men as they struggled together, the sound of blows, and the dreadful silences that had followed them. She turned from him, and there came the relief of tears. "There, Betty, the danger is over new and you were so brave while it lasted. I can't bear to have you cry!” "I was wild with fear—all that time cn the boat, Bruce—” she faltered be tween her sobs. “I didn't know but they would find you out. I could only wait and hope—and pray;” “I was in no danger, dear. Didn't the girl tell you I was to take the place of a man Slosscn was expect ing? He never doubted that l was that man untii a light—a signal it must have been—cn the shore at the head of the bayou betrayed me.” "Where are we going now. Bruce? Not the way they went—” and Betty glanced out into the black void where the keel boat had merged Into the gloom. “No, no—but we can't get the raft back up-stream against the current, so the best thing is to land at the Bates' plantation below here; then as soon ps yuu are able we can return to Belle Plain," said Carrington There was an interval broken only by the occasional sweep of the great steering oar as Cavendish coaxed the raft out toward the channel. The thought of Charley Norton s murder rested on Carrington Like a pall. Scarcely a week had elapsed since he | quitted Thicket Point, and in that j*week the hand of death had dealt with them impartially, and to what end? “ICs best we should land at Bates' place—we can get teams there.” he went on to explain. "And. Betty, wherever we go well go together, dear. Cavendish doesn't look as if he had any very urgent business of his own, and I reckon the same is true of Yancy, so I am going to keep them with us. There are some points to be cleared up when we reach Belle Plain —some folks who'll have a lot to ex plain or else quit this part of the state! And I intend to see that you are not left alone until—until I have the right to take care of you for good and all—that's what you want me to do one of these days, isn't it, dar ling?” and his eyes, glowing and in finitely tender, dwelt on her upturned face. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Genuine Tribute to Woman _ « Robert G. Ingersoll's Eloquent Appre ciation of the Qualities of the Gentler Se*. It takes 100 men to make an en campment. but one woman can make a borne. 1 not only admire woman as tbe most beautiful object ever created, bet I reverence ber as tbe redeeming glory of humanity, tbe sanctuary of ail virtues, tbe pledge of all perfect quali ties of beart and bead. It is not just nor rlgbt to lay tbe sms of men at tbe feet of women. It is because women are so much better than men that tbeir faults are considered greater. A man's desire is tbe foundation of bis lore, but a woman’s desire is born of her lore The one thing In this world that is constant, tbe one peak that rises abov" ail clouds, the one win dow tn which tbe Upfct forever burns. •r.» om star mat darkness cannot quench 1/ woman’s love, it rises to '•« greatest heights. It sinks to tbe lowest depths. It forgives tbe most cruel Injuries. It is perennial of life and grows In every climate. Neither coldness nor neglect, harshness nor cruelty can extinguish It. A woman's love is the perfume of the heart. This Is the real love that subdues the earth; the love that has wrought all miracles of art; that gives us music all the way from the cradle song to the grand closing symphony that bears the soul away on wings of fire. A love that is greater than power, sweeter than life and stronger than death.—Robert G. Ingersoll. His Money’s Worth. A man with a long but scanty beard and a gimlet eye came Into Cyrus | Teed’s general store, in a little New Hampshire town, and called for five cents worth of peanuts. Cyrus meas ured out r pint and handed the bag over. The man weighed it in his hand and looked more discontented than ever. "There ain’t many there, be they?” be asked querulously. "Ain't it kinder small measure?" "Regular full pint, what I always give for a nickel!" snapped Cyrus, who knew his customer well. “Why, when I was down in Boston." argued the bearded man. “there was a place there where I could get twicet as many peanuts as this for five cents.” “Well,” said Mr. Teed, definaltly. "the round trip to Boston is only $2.55. Why don’t ye go down to Bos ton and get your money's worth?” This closed the incident.—Youth's Companion. _ « Baltimore a Convention City. Down to the civil war period. Balti more was a favorite place for national conventions. Candidates for presi dent nominated there by all parties. beginning with 1832. in clude Andrew Jackson. Henry Clay. Martin Van Buren. James K. Polk. John Tyler. Zachary Taylor. Lewis Cass. Franklin Pierce, General Scott. Stephen A. Douglas. John C. Breckin ridge. John Bell and Abraham Lin coln (in 1864). Poverty's Gradations. “Poor" has many gradations of meaning. A small newsboy, who Is a familiar figure at the city hail and shows great affection for Assistant Joe Ryan’s dogs, overheard some one speak of him as “that poor boy" the other day, and exclaimed: “That man has no right to call me 'poor boy.’ We ain't poor. Why. at our place on James street we have three rooms, and six people sleep in one and seven in the other, and they pay us ten cents a night, too. We ain't poor. Lots of the other fellers only have one room.” “How many sleep in the other room, George?" asked Ryan. "Why, only me and pop and mom and my two brothers and two sisters. Say. we ain't poor.”—New York Press. Ancient Peruvian City. The Yale scientific expedition into the interior of Peru has returned. Its members found the ruins of an ancient Inca city, hitherto unknown, in the midst of a boundless wilderness they identified the remains of publi: baths, s temple and a royal paiac*. --— WESTERN CANADA’S PROSPERITY NOT A BOOM. BUT DUE TO NAT URAL DEVELOPMENT. One of the largest banks in Holland has been doing a big business in Western Canada, and Mr. W. Wester man. the President, on a recent visit into the Provinces of Manitoba, Sas katchewan and Alberta, expressed himself as being much impressed with, present conditions and prospects, and wras convinced that the great pros perity of the Dominion wras not a boom, but merely the outcome of nat ural developments. Not cnly has money been invested largely in Western Canada by tho Holland Banks, but by those of Ger many. France, as well as Great Brit ain. Not only are these countries con tributing money, but they are also contributing people, hard headed, in dustrious farmers, w ho are helping to produce the two hundred million bush els of wheat and the three hundred million bushels of the other small grains that the Provinces of the West have harvested this season. During the past fiscal year there came into Canada from the Fnited States 133.710; from Austria Hungary 21,-tr.l; from Belgium 1.<►>>!; Holland 1.077; FYance 2.094; Germany 4.6S4: Sweden 2,394; Norway l.«92; and from nil countries the immigration to Canada in that year was 334.237. From the Fnittd tes and foreign oc■ - - the - s . c . s-rd during the present year. Most of these people have gone to the fanes, and it is no far look to the time when the prophecy will be ful filled of half a billion bushel crop of wheat in Western Canada. Advents* meat. No Strangers Allowed. Frank H. Hitchcock, the postmaster general of the United States, takes the deepest interest in even the smallest details of the postal service. One eve ning he was at the Union station in Washington, when he decided to go into one of the railway mail service cars to see how the mail matter was being handled. Being a tall man and very athletic, he easily swung himself from the platform into the car. but he did not find It an easy matter to stay put. A burly postal clerk grabbed him by the shoulders, propelled him toward the side door, and practi cally ejected him to the platform be low. '“What do yon mean by that?” ask ed Hitchcock indignantly. “I mean to keep you out of this car.” replied the clerk roughly. "That fellow Hitchcock has given us strict orders to keep all strangers out ol these cars.”—Popular Magazine. House Plans Impcrtant. 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