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SYNOPSIS.
Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults
Philip Clyde, newspaper publisher, re
garding anonymous threatening letters he
has received. The first promises a sample
of the writer’s power on a certain day.
On that day the head is mysteriously cut
from a portrait of Cameron while the lat
ter is in the room. Clyde has a theory
that the portrait was mutilated while the
room was unoccupied and the head later
removed by means of a string, unnoticed
by Cameron. Evelyn Grayson. Cameron’s
niece, with whom Clyde is in love, finds
the head of Cameron’s portrait nailed to
a tree, where It was had been used as a
target. Clyde pledges Evelyn to secrecy.
Clyde learns that a Chinese boy employed
by Philatus Murphy, an ' artist living
nearby, had borrowed a rifle from Cam
erons’ lodgekeepr. Clyde makes an ex
cuse to call on Murphy and is repulsed
He pretends to be investigating alleged
Infractions of the game laws and speaks
of finding the bowl of an opium pipe un
der the tree where Cameron’s portrait
was found. The Chinese bov is found
dead next morning. While visiting Cam
eron in his dressing room a Nell Gwynne
mirror is mysteriously shattered. Cameron
becomes seriously ill as a result of the
fihcjfk. The third letter appears mysteri
ously on Cameron’s sick bed. It makes
direct threats against the life of Cameron.
Clyde tells Cameron the envelope was
*mpty. He tells Evelyn everything and
plans to take Cameron on a yacht trip.
The yacht picks up a fisherman found
drifting helplessly in a boat. He gives
the name of Johnson. Cameron disap
pears from yacht while Clvde’s back Is
turned. A fruitless search is made for a
motor boat £een by the captain just be
fore Cameron disappeared. Johnson is al
lowed to go after being closely questioned.
Evelyn takes the letters to an expert in
Chinese literature, who pronounces them
of Chinese origin. Clyde seeks assistance
from a Chinese fellow college student,
who recommends him to Yip Sing, most
prominent Chinaman in New ^ ork. i he
latter promises to seek information or
Cameron among his countrymen. Among
Cameron’s letters is found one from one
Addison, who speaks of seeing Cameron
in Pekin. Cameron bad frequently de
clared to Clvde that he had nevei »>een in
China. Clvde calls on Dr. Addison. He
learns that Addison and Cameron were at
one time intimate friends, but had a faii
ing out over Cameron’s denial of haying
been seen in Pekin by Addison. Cljde
goeL to meet Yi;p Sing, sees Johnson, at
tempts to follow him. falls into a base
ment sprains bis ankle and becomes un
conscious. Clyde is found by Miss Clement
a missoinarv among the Chinese. He is
sick several days as a resu t of Whaling
charcoal fume*. Evelyn tells Clyde or a
peculiarly acting anesthetic which
a person temporarily unconscious Mur
phv is discovered to have inysterious re
lalions with the Chinese Miss Clement
promises to get information about < am
eron. Slump in Crystal Consolidated, of
which Cameron is the head. 18 caused by
n rumor of Cameron’s illness. Clyde finds
Cameron on Fifth avenue in a dazed and
emaciated condition and takes him home.
CHAPTER XVII.—Continued.
He was about to bid me good night
when I checked him.
“Doctor,” I said, “I am glad to find
you so optimistic. Before you go I
want you to write me a bulletin of Mr.
Cameron’s condition and sign it. I
want no mention in it of the injury,
since it is not perious. If possible, I
would suggest that you use the word
‘indisposition* and be sure to employ
the ‘temporary’ you called into play a
moment ago.”
Dr. Massey gladly acceded. Seated
at Cameron’s writing table be scrib- ;
bled a bulletin of even more encourag- j
ing anA confident tenor than 1 had in
dicated. And I used it to turn the tide !
of speculation in Crystal Consolidated.
But neither the spoken nor the writ- :
ten words of the physician held for
me any considerable measure of so
lace. My friend’s condition was des
perate. I knew it and my heart ached
for him; but it ached more for Evelyn,
his ward, who loved him, and who
must he given the gladness of good
news only to he crucified the next mo
ment on the cross of anxiety.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Three Promises.
Need I say that I did not sleep that
night? It was five o’clock when I left
Cameron’s, after a talk with the nurse,
and I promised to return in an hour.
The interval was devoted to a cold
bath, a shave, and a change of cloth
ing at my rooms; and at six I was
back again, talking once more with
Checkabeedy who was personally serv
ing me with coffee in the breakfast
room.
"Between you and me,” I began,
"there is small need of concealment in
this matter of Mr. Cameron’s disap
pearance and return, his coming as re
markable and mysterious as his going.
I think 1 am experienced enough to un
derstand that such an affair as this
cannot be kept entirely secret—espe
cially not from Mr. Cameron's serv
ants—and it is better, Checkabeedy,
that you should understand it thor
oughly. I can fancy the distorted
story that has been circulated below
stairs. That more rumors, wide of the
truth, have not leaked out and gained
press publicity, speaks very well for
you and your staff, and I congratulate
you on your loyalty and good judg
ment. All I ask now’ is that you Vill
continue to be guarded in what you
say. A single unadvised word might
interfere very materially with our ef
forts to trace the guilty ones and bring
them to punishment.”
And then I told him as much as I
deemed wise of the facts of the ab
duction, of my chance finding of his
master the previous night, and of my
anxiety concerning his present condi
tion.
"And above all things, Checkabee
dy,” 1 added in conclusion, “don't look
solemn and distressed when Miss Eve
lyn is present. Before her, no matter
how we really feel, we must appear
confident.”
A little later the morning papers
were brought in, and I scanned one
after another in search of some new
twist or turn of tt4 story of the previ
ous afternoon. The more conservative
journals' were inclined to make light
of the scare. “Mr. Cameron," said
one, “ceased to be active in the affairs
of the Crystal Consolidated oTer two
years ago. If he be ill, which is by no
means certain, the fact can have but
little real significance so far as the
company of which he is the largest
shareholder is concerned. It may be
stated on the best authority that Mr.
Cameron's shares have never been
Vsed speculatively, and that even In
the event of his death they could not
by any possibility come on the market,
for the reason that he has provided a
trust fund, by will, for the benefit />t
his niece, and that they are a part of
that fund.”
The sensational press, of course,
still insisted that the Glass King was
in a New England sanitarium, though
they had failed to locate the Institu
tion. Despite my alarm I smiled at
the thought of how their afternoon
editions would have to eat the leek, as
the Welsh say.
The papers finished, I grew restless,
I desired constant news from the sick
room, and lacking it, I roamed about
the house, in nervous unease, my brain
busy with conjecture, forming one
theory after another, and dismissing
each as readily. The situation was a
tantalism. The answer to all the ques
tions which had absorbed me for
weeks lay dormant in the brain of the
man sleeping beyond that closed door.
Theories, therefore, were now more
futile than ever. The one accomplish
ment to be asked was the arousing of
an intellect, the stirring of a nje'.nftyy.
Dr. Massey had promised that when
Cameron awakened mental clarity
would be restored, that he would be
able to answer questions with intelli
gence.
It is hard to explain why I doubted
this. I think it must have been some
thing I saw in those dull, vacuous
eyes, when I first looked into them un
der the pale light of the white-globed
electric street lamps. If I had been
forced to identify Cameron by those
eyes alone, I should have said that
this man was not he. They were so
different, lacking ail the expression of
the Cameron eyes 1 knew. And yet I
made no question as to his identity I
knew him, despite this; knew that
strong chin and jaw, which spelled de
termination in two syllables; knew his
broad, generous nose, and his high in
tellectual forehead. These points of
recognition were so convincing, that I
could afford to -ignore the eyes I had
never seen before and the wasted
frame and the shrunken, unsteady
legs.
At brief intervals I consulted the
clocks. It was marvellous how the
time dragged. And that nurse! Would
he never have an errand outside the
suite? I had told him I should spend
the morning in the house, and that I
wished to be informed of the slightest
change in his patient. I must conclude,
therefore, that Cameron was still sleep
ing, that Bryan was still watching.
From the fact that Evelyn had not
yet appeared I drew a measure of con
solation. If I could have tidings of
even the slightest improvement in
Cameron before meeting her, it would
aid me in the assumption of confidence
upon which I had determined.
At ten minutes past eight I was
searching the encyclopaedias in the
library for information on the subject
of brain concussion. Already I had
followed the trail through three vol
umes from "Brain” to “Nervous Sys
tem” and from "Nervous System” to
“Coneussidn,” when an opening door
caused me to turn eagerly. Mr. Bryan,
the nurse, in a white uniform such as
hospital doctors wear, stood on the
threshold. The next moment I had
risen from my crouching position be
fore the bookcase and had met him
midway across the room with anxious
inquiry.
"Mr. Cameron awoke a quarter of an
hour ago,” he told me. "His power of
speech has returned. He asked me
where he was and what had happened,
I told him he was in his own house,
and that he had met with an accident.”
“Yes, yes,” I hurried him. “And
what then? Did he inquire for any
one ?”
“No. For all of a minute he lay
looking about the room without anoth
er wopl Then, in a puzzled way, he
repeated: ‘My own house!’ and asked,
'Where is this house?’ And I told him.
He did not seem to recognize the room
at all.”
"Is he still awake?"
"Oh, no. Dr. Massey left directions
that he was to be given some nourish
ment—a raw egg and milk—and then
another powder to make him sleep. He
turned on his side after that, and in
less than three minutes was in a deep
slumber once more.”
I was annoyed that 1 had not been
called. I let myself hope that sight of
me might possibly have stirred his
memory even though the familiar ob
jects of his bedchamber failed. I said
as much to the short, broad-shouldered
nurse, whose twinkling eyes were in
violent contrast with his thin-lipped,
grave, determined mouth.
“Dr. Massey’s orders were that for
twelve hours no one should be admit
ted to the room,” was his unanswer
able rejoinder.
“Which means not until after five
o’clock, this evening?”
"Exactly, sf:-. But I shall report to
you everything he says, as nearly as
possible in his own w’ords.”
"Very well,” I said. "I shall spend
the day here." My tone conveyed dis
missal and I fear it still smacked of
annoyance. Mr. Bryan, however, gave
no sign of resentment. His eyes were
still kindly merry, his mouth still in
spired reliance. He turned towards
the door, saying:
"He’ll probably sleep four hours at
least, Mr. Clyde. If you wish to go
out, there's no reason why you
shouldn’t.”
I meant to reply. My lips were al
ready framing a sentence, when a
tableau checked me.
Evelyn Grayson was standing ip the
doorway. She wore a clinging house
gown of pale blue, cut low at the
throat, and bordered with a deep col
lar of Irish lace. The rose flush of
youth and health tinted the cream of
her complexion and a shaft of sunlight
from a near window made a glittering
golden nimbus of her hair. With wide,
startled eyes she was gazing at Bryan,
or, to be more exact, 'at the snowy
linen duck in w’hich he was clad, and
which must have held for her a per
plexing significance.
The nurse had halted, deferentially
standing aside at sight of the girl
whose young beauty seemed to dazzle
him.
For a moment the stillness and si
lence were absolute. Then Kvelvn
turning her gaze upon me advanced
quickly, with a little questioning cry:
"Philip!”
“You’re surprised to find me here,”
I interpreted, with hands outstretched.
“And to—” she began, laying her
fingers against my palms.
"To find a nurse here, as well," I
finished for her. “Let me introduce
Mr. Bry—" But when I would have
presented him he had already gone.
“But who is ill?” she questioned in
nervous haste. “What—”
It were well, 1 thought, to have the
revelation over and done with as
speedily as possible.
“Tour uncle. I brought him home
?JL two o’clock this morning.”
I do not know what I expected, but
1 am sure I was hot prepared for w hat
ensued. Her fingers, suddenly releas
ing themseives from iny fond but
feeble support, clutched wildly at the
lapels of my coat for support, as she
burst into a passion of sobs. In vain
I made efforts to comfort and quiet
her. She became hysterical. She
laughed and cried by turns, while I,
making bold to regard her as a sorrow
ing child rather than the woman she
was, held her close and murmured all
the soothing, encouraging words and
phrases I could conjure.
“I—I—am so glad,” she whispered
at last, her big liquid blue eyes swim
ming. her fair face wet with the tor
rent of her emotion. “I—I— am so
happy.”
Presently I placed her in a great,
cavernous leathern chair, and lent her
my handkerchief—assisted her, in
deed—to remove the evidences of her
tumultuous joy. After which I sat
down opposite her and answered a
hundred questions, still marvelling at
the contrariety of the feminine tem
perament which defies disaster dry
eyed and over good tidings is like Nl
obe all tears.
Evelyn's emotions alone considered,
it was, therefore, just as well that
Cameron had not returned robust and
of sane mind. Her rejoicing undiluted
might have resulted in nervous break
down. As it w’as, the mere fact that
he was weak and a trifle distraught—
which was the mildly equivocal way in
which 1 softened the truth for her—
had for her fortitude the revivifying
potency of a tonic. It so balanced her
joy with anxiety that 6he grew strong
in surprisingly short space.
I do not see why a nurse 1s at all
necessary,’’ she objected, at once. "1
shall nurse him, myself. Louis and I
can do everything that is required."
"But Dr, Massey—" I began. Where
upon she interrupted me:
“Dr. Massey probably thinks I am
a foolish, frivolous child. I shall nurse
Uncle Robert even if I have to dismiss
Dr. Massey and get another phy
sician."
There was nothing to be gained by
opposing her at this time, so I held my
non-committal peace, doubting, never
theless. the practicability of her prop
osition. But to her next proposal 1
must needs interpose the obstructive
truth.
“Come,” she commanded, brushing
back from her temples with both
hands the encroaching golden halo,
with the gesture of one who prepares
for conquest, wiping away, as it were,
the last clinging vestiges of her emo
tional weakness. “Come, let us go to
him, together.”
She was on her feet before I could
restrain her.
"Not now, Evelyn," I said, quietly,
and, at the risk of seeming rudeness,
sat still./
"But, why?” And there was a hint
of suspicion in the look she gave me.
"He is asleep," I told her. And
when she had relaxed Into the great
chair again, I added, temporizing, “Mr.
Bryan will let us know when he
weakens.”
Her disappointment was undis
guised. and in secret I sympathized
with her. She was experiencing some
thing of that which had come to me
when Bryan had refused me converse
with his patient. But it were better
to divert than to commiserate, and so I
said:
“This is the day I am to hear from
Miss Clement.”
“Is it?” she asked, indifferently, the
disappointment still rankling. "1 didn’t
know.”
"She has promised me important in
formation before three o’clock. If she
keeps her word, this whole perplexing
mystery may very shortly be cleared
up.”
“Isn’t that what you would call
supererogatory?” she asked, smiling.
“I should think Uncle Robert could tell
all that is needed, now, himself."
I was at a loss for a moment how to
answer her; and in'that moment the
telephone broke in, and did away with
the necessity of response.
The instrument was on the writing
table at my elbow, and with a “Shall
I?” to Evelyn, I took the receiver from
the hook and bent to the transmitter.
"Yes,” I said, "Miss Grayson is here.
Who is it, please?" I thought I recog
nized Miss Clement’s voioe, and I was
not wrong. But, after all, it was I
she wanted. She had called up my
rooms and my office, and, unable to
get me at either place, had taken the
chance that Evelyn might aid her to
my discovery.
"You have learned something?” I
ais%'u;s?tig “a* 'w%Ti eotrtu my
burning interest. If possible, I would
keep from Evelyn the least suggestion
of how vitally Important I regarded
the news I hoped for.
“I hardly know how to explain it to
you,” came Miss Clement’s reply. “I
was on the verge of what I am sure
was a most pregnant revelation. 1
was to be given names and dates and
circumstances. I had been promised
these by one in whom I put the great
est reliance. And now I am asked to
wait another twenty-four hours. Some
thing has happened, my confidant tells
me; something puzzling and utterly
unexpected, and those who know mcst
of the matter are now most at sea."
Evelyn must nave seen me smile.
It was quite evident to me that Miss
Clement was in touch with some one
well informed, but It was not that
which provoked the smile. I smiled
because I felt that Cameron in some
way had outwitted his captors and
gained his freedom. This was the un
expected happening which had thrown
the villainous slant-eyed camp into
confusion, and I rejoiced at my friend's
intrepidity.
‘ And so,” I said to Miss Clement,
“you wish me to wait another day?”
”1 think it would be worth while,”
she answered.
“And I do, too,” I told her. don't
suppose you’ve seen an afternoon pa
per, have you?” 1 went on. “Well, they
contain some news of interest. They
say that Mr. Cameron came home last
night, and for once, at least, they tell
what is very nearly the truth.”
If sincerity ever carried over a wire
it carried then in Miss Clement’s con
gratulations, and there was something
almost divine in her forbearance to
ask for particulars. She congratulated
Evelyn, too, and promised to come to
I see her, soon; and then once more she
i assured me that she would yet learn
everything we could possibly care to
know.
“The Chinese,” she added, “are a de
liberate race, Mr. Clyde. They refuse
to be hurried. But eventually we shall
have our answers.”
With Evelyn beside me the hours no
longer dragged. We talked unceasing
ly; reviewing everything from the re
ceipt of the first letter; conjecturing
on each of the score of little problems
making up the one great mystery, but
arriving at nothing definite; adding, if
changing conditions at all, to our own
confusion.
And if, in passing, at intervals,
where opportunity offered, I spoke ten
der words and pleaded for a definite,
or at least a closer, more intimate un
derstanding between us, who shall say
that I was to blame? She was never
more lovely, never more appealing
than she was that morning; and I
begged for an admission of a senti
ment above and beyond the mere sis
terly regard to which hitherto she had
persisted in limiting her expressed af
fection for me.
More than once I had read in her
eyes—without unseemly conceit, I
trust 1 may be permitted this asser
tion—what I now asked In lip avowal.
But there seemed to be with her a no
tion that the occasion was ill-suited to
my plea.
“Philip,” she said, “dear Philip, I
care for you very much; almost as
much as I care for Uncle Robert. You
have been very good to me, and very
good to him, and if I could tell you
that 1 love you in the way you ask.
I—” And there she hesitated a shade
of a second. "Even if I could tell you,”
she corrected, “I wouldn't tell you
now. It is not stubbornness, Philip.
It is just a woman’s way. Ask me
again, when Uncle Robert is well, and
all this horrible nightmare has passed.
Promise me that you will ask me
again!”
“Never fear,” I returned, “I’ll • ask
you.”
“And promise me. too,” she added,
"that until all the skies are clear once
more, you will not mention the sub
ject.”
I was on the verge of promising;
not because It would be an easy prom
ise to keep, for I knew it would be
very difficult; but because I could
deny her nothing. I was on the verge,
I say, when the library door opened,
and Louis, pale and excited, and so in
haste that he had not paused to knock,
was exclaiming:
“Monsieur Cameron! Pardon! Mais,
enfin, etesvous prete?”
A score of fears springing instantly
to birth within us, Evelyn and I were
on our feet before the speech, rapid
ly delivered as it was. was finished.
Were we ready! We evidenced our
readiness in no such voiceless thing
as words.
Louis stood aside for us to pass, and
a* I went by him, I asked, under my
breath:
"What is it, Louisr
“Ah!” he whispered. “Monsieur
Cameron is talking in the strange
tongue which neither Monsieur BryaD
nor I myself can understand.”
CHAPTER XIX.
The Pang of Disillusion.
The sick room was dark. So dark
that for a little, until our eyes accus
tomed themselves to it, we could bare
ly distinguish objects. But our ears
required no attuning. Even in the pas
sageway, separated by a heavy mahog
any door, we had hint of what was go
ing on within; and as we entered, a
hoarse tirade smote us iu the gloom
like an assault from ambush.
To us both the tone and words were
alike unfamiliar. In inflection and
modulation the voice was strange. And
the uttered sounds were a coarse, hor
rid Jargon. Once I thought I detected
an English oath, but I was not sure.
Evelyn clutched my band and 1
could feel against me the tremble of
her slim young body. Gladly 1 would
have spared her this ordeal, but I had
been no less unprepared than she. And
now, as gradually shapes defined them
selves less dimly in the gloom, the hor
ror grew; and, held by it, speechless
inert, 1 stood where I had paused—
the quivering girl very close beside
me—staring, listening, wondering.
It was a large room, lofty of ceiling,
with high windows, across which
heavy curtains were drawn; and the
only light was that which stole be
tween these hangings or filtered
through three dark, richly-colored
glass medallions set in a side wall.
Cameron's bed, a massive, ornately
carved four-poster, was bung with
fringed and embroidered velvet, and in
the dusk of the chamber it took on the
somber likeness of a catafalque, add
ing to the eerie seeming a touch of the
funereal. Incongruously from the
shadowy midst of it came that ranted
rigmarole of strange words, now high
pitched, now bass, now guttural.
What had at first seemed a moving
gray patch had developed by degrees
into the white, night-robed, sitting fig
ure of the invalid, swaying excitedly,
with arms extended in ceaseless ges
tures. For a long moment this un
canny object bad held my gaze, but
presently near the bed's foot, I des
crie<« uryan s wmie umiunu ami
sight brought a measure of relief. In
response to a beckoning head-tilt, the
nurse joined us.
*1 thought you had better come,” he
whispered, quite calmly. “I thought
possibly you might understand what J
he is saying.”
"But I don’t," I whispered back. “It
it’s a real language I never heard it
What do you imagine It Is?”
”1 have an idea it’s Chinese,” he an
swered. “It sounds like the stuff you
hear at a Chinese theater, and I
caught two or three words of pidein
English. Just before you—” He broke
off suddenly, and plucked at my sleeve
“There!” he murmured. “Did you
hear that? Maskoe. That was plain
enough. It means ‘never mind. A lit
tle while ago he was evidently trying
to hurry some one. It was chop-chop
about every other sentence.”
Evelyn's eyes shone luminous in the
gloom.
"Can’t you give him something to
quiet him?” she begged. "It’s awful to
let him go on like this. It’s cruel. He
seems to be in such distress.”
••I can, of course,” Bryan returned.
“But I thought Mr. Clyde was anxious
to have everything he said reported,
and—”
“Oh, do give him something.” she
insisted.
Bryan left us to obey. I saw him
stop at a table near the bed. and in
the half light I caught the glint of a
hypodermic syringe. But, as if scent
ing his purpose, Cameron’s voice lulled
abruptly. For a second or two he was
quiet, and then, before any one of us.
I think, suspected his purpose, he
turned, suddenly, swiftly, and slipped
from beneath the bed clothes to the
floor where he stood erect, with arms
upraised and tensed, shouting in shrill,
strident key what seemed to be orders,
directed not at one but at a horde.
The great bed separated him from
both Bryan and myself, but we skirted
it in haste, and came upon him be
fore he had taken more than a single
step. As we confronted him, his arms
lowered and his clenched lists shot
forward threateningly. But a far
more startling happening at this junc
ture was his abandonment of his jar
gon, and his adoption of intelligible
English.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Horse Fell Into a Tree
Awaiting Aid, the Animal Tightly
Clutched the Trunk With Hia
Rear Hoofs.
Visitors to Ferry Bar were much i
surprised the other morning to see a j
horse up among the branches of a j
tree. The animal had gotten in its
uncomfortable position by falling ten
feet from a bank that overstopped the
tree. The tree probably saved the
horse’s life.
The accident occurred while the
horse was grazing in a pasture in the
rear of the Baltimore Motor club at
Ferry Bar. John McMahon, 877 West
Fayette street, was at work on a mo
tor boat when he was startled by a
convulsive rustling in the tree near
by. Looking up he was startled to
see four hoofs Jutting through the
leaves and swinging madly back and
forth. A moment .later the hoofs be
came still and the horse wrapped the
rear ones around the tree, clutching
desperately to prevent a further fall.
A call was sent to the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals
and an ambulance was hurried to the
scene. Blocks and tackle were fast
ened to a tree stump on top of the hill
and leather belts were wrapped about
the horse. When the work of hitching
the belts was completed It was found
that the animal could not be rescued
until several of the limbs of the tree
were cut off. This took considerable
time, during which the horse rested
and watched the work of the score or
more of men who were trying to re
lease him. With the removal of the
last limb the horse was slowly drawn
to the top of the bank from which he
had fallen. A close examination re
vealed that outside of a few scratches
he was uninjured.—Baltimore Ameri
can. •
A 21-Pound Cabbage.
That truck farming is far more prof
itable than cotton raising is the testi
mony of C. W. Buchanan, proprietor of
a local hotel, in the rear of his hotel
Mr. Buchanan has a four-acre farm,
which he cultivates as a side line. Last
year he planted this ground in cotton,
the proceeds of which scarcely
equaled the cost of production. This
year he planted the entire patch in
corn, cabbage, turnips, onions and
other truck products, as a result of
which he Is now getting big returns
from his effort.
A few days ago Mr. Buchanan gath
ered from his little farm a cabbage
that weighed 21H pounds, the largest
on record so far as is known locally.
This monster cabbage ha-s been on ex
hibition In one of the local business
houses and has been the object of no
little attention.—Jackson Correspond
ence Atlanta Constitution.
Purely Accidental.
“Had any accident on this road )
lately?” asked the traveler.
"Yep,” replied the man who hangs
around the station. "Three trains j
came in on time last week.”
Many a girl with brains enough for
two equalizes things by marrying a ,
man without any.
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I take pleasure in informing you of what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
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