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AUTHOR OF “THE FIGHTER.” “CALEB CON
OVER.” “SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE.” ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF
THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCHEY.
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FOURTH INSTALLMENT
IN STRANGE ATTIRE
Wu laa.r gripping with both
kxcit the corner of the black coat
that pcoirMHl from th* locked garagr
door. drove hie shoulder full against
the door ptnej agm.n and again But
the wood held tra
"It *-•erne to be a deadlock " laughed
Jane foreleg her merriment with a
augbtf effort
Mm Travis.' broke in lamar. "will
f*u help me* 1 cas t let go here Will
r*a harry around to the front dour
of the boose this garage belongs to.
and explain marten ’ Then ask leave
for me to break the door down 1 can
do n :f > ou il bold the coat corner for
"Shan t I bold It now*' suggested
Jane an idea flashing into her fear
sack mind. "IH hold the coat while
you try to smash the lock.'’
! don't Ilk* to batter down people's
property." he answered, "even in the
same of the law—without making their
pens Ltsioa."
* Bat—*
"Beaidea," he added this Veiled
W -man is strong Whenever she tugs
a' oil, its all I can do to hold
as* corner of it. .She might w reach it
•at <■* your hands.”
' Yes ' agreed June under her
breatf "that's exactly what I mean
h»r to <M» "
H*a she forebore to sav it aloud
And after a second look at Ij^sr'i
set jaw she meekly turned away to
ward the bo
Mary, us _»r side of the ra
**' d. sr, ,teaed. panting, to
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“Ewer, the Tailor'* Labe! la Gone!”
(he fcr.ef dialogue As she heard June's
light step receding on tbe driveway
grace!, she threw al! her strength into
•ae last wrench at the recalcitrant
aaat
The clo*h was stout and Max
i -mar« grasp unshakable ilut the
tug caused two of the coat's upper
flatten* to fly half way across the
garage One of Mary's lean shoulders
slipped out of the garmei.t That gave
the captive woman her inspiration.
in trembling haste, she unfastened
ta- remaining butters. Freeing her
self. she left the imprisoned coat to
tall te the greasy floor of the garage—
Max Lamar atill gripping Its corner,
ja tbe door's far aide with futile
mrrry.
Asm** the greasy floor, through the
gloom. Mary groped her way.
Sui found the opposite wall, and
felt along its all but unseen surface.
At the farthest corner, her numbed
lingers touched what they sought—the
lintel of a door.
It was the garage's little back door,
giving on the alley, behind the
grounds. For one suicidal moment,
she thought this back door was locked.
But it was only stuck from long dis
use. She threw her whole (ragile
weight against the dirt-crusted portal.
A shower of dust and spiders' webs
c ascaded down upon her head. But
the door quivered at the impact.
She heard voices—one of them
1-amar's. And again she cast herself
against the door. This time it (lew
wide; with a whining of hinges and a
latter of falling debris; and the rush
f her onset drove her half way across
tbe alley, outside.
Darting back to close the door be
hind her. the old woman cast a fearful
look up and down tbe alley. The coast
was clear Incontinently Mary took to
her heels.
\la* Umar clung doggedly to the
coat corner that protruded from the
garages front door. He heard muf
fed noises from within But they were
so faint and the door was so thick,
that hi could not classify them. Nor.
indeed bad he time to. For, present
ly. lune reappeared around the corner
■>f the leg house. With her were a liat
less and rather ar.noyed-looking worn
an in a msming gown and a highly '
interested butler.
Madam. 1 am very sorry to disturb
you like this. But we have chased a
thief into your garage, as Miss Travis
has probably explained to you. I have
hold of this corner of the fugitive's
coat, as you see. Will you let me
break the lock of your garage door
and get in? Of course. I’ll pay—”
"If I may suggest," said the woman !
in frigid politeness, "it might be better |
to go into the garage by the back door,
before breaking inv locks. Had that j
•-< < rred to you, Mr. Detective?"
If 1 let go of this coat—Miss Tra
vis. will you hold the coat comer for
me while 1 go around to investigate?
i Please!”
Why. yes." quaver inglv assented ;
June, taking hold if the cloth, along
Jide Lamar's own grip. “I'll do my
>est I'm pretty strong.”
As he disappeared. June pressed her
face close against the door.
Mary!” she whispered eagerly;
and “Mary! Mary!”
No answer. Then in a moment, the
sound of a key in the lock. The door
swung open. The woman of the house
stood in the garage threshold. June
found herself holding the corner of the
empty coat.
' bhe—she is gone? stammered
June, her temples pulsing and buzzing
with swift relief.
"Yes.” snapped the woman, “she
got out of th*- coat and then out of the
back door. Your detective friend is
exploring the alley for her. I’m going
to watch him pick up clues. It is
quite amusing. Almost as amusing as
Field day at a lunatic asylum.”
A new terror beset June: the coat
that she still held, was a menace. She
began to realize this: Lamar would
assuredly seize upon it as a clue. From
the maker's name, he could in time
trace its ownership to her.
She turned the coat over, exposing
th< label With a jerk she tore it
away and thrust it into tlie front of
her dress.
She heard Lamar returning, and
she carelessly dropped the coat across
the sill of the open door.
"Well?” queried June, interestedly,
as Max came in sight around the cor
ner of the garage. “What news of
the Veiled Woman?”
“Got clean away,” he reported, sulk
ily. "No trace of her.”
He caught sight of the coat lying
where June had dropped it. His look
of chagrin brightened to one of keen i
eagerness. He snatched the coat from
1 ihe gri asy door and twisted around so
! as to bring the inside of the neckband
into view. And again his face dark
ened.
“Clever woman!” he muttered.
1 ' Kven the tailor’s label is gone. Well,
there's only one thing left to do. I’ll
take this coat to police headquarters
and have Allen send a man around
Iwith it to every tailor in the city.
One of them is bound to recognize it.
And we’ll catch our woman that way,
befote another day's ended.”
They left the grounds and gained
the sidewalk.
”1 want to thank you ever so much,
Miss Travis.” he said, “for being such
a brick; and helping me as you have,
today. But for your showing me
where vou had seen the Veiled Wom
an. I should never have gotten on her
track. 1*. was splendid of you.”
i "It wasn’t," she contradicted. “I was
glad to be of any help. When I was
hanging on to that ridiculous coat
corner, like grim death, I felt quite a
heroine. But—"
"There’s another thing,” he said,
hesitatingly. “A thing I hate like blue
poison to say; but it's got to be said.
Will you try ta forgive me. in ad
vance?"
“How ominous!" she laughed. “What
is it?"
“When that Jap butler of yours
showed you the tom note, an hour
ago,” said Max, uncomfortably, “do
you know what I thought? I thought
you were the Veiled Woman."
“Mr. Lamar!” cried June, her sweet
voice vibrant with amazed reproach.
"Won’t you forgive me?” he pleaded.
"What was I to think? It all seemed
to fit in, with such horrible exact
ness. How else could 1 account for
part of the stolen note being found in
your room? And your explanation
seemed so lame—so unconvincing.
The simple truth often does, you know.
Won’t you forgive me. please?”
“You—you doubted my word?” mur
mured Jure, incredulously. “You ac
tually thought that I could—?"
“I’m so ashamed!’’ he broke in. “But
1 paid for my mistake. I never was
more hideously miserable in all my
life than I was at that very moment.
Nothing could make me suspect you
again." he concluded vehemently.
The moment she was in her own
room the lightness of manner fell
from her, like an ill-fitting garment.
Her face was suddenly drawn and hag
gard.
Gradually the Red Circle crept into
sight on the back of her white hand.
"Nothing can stop him," she re
peated. "Nothing can save me—ex
cept myself!”
Taking her room telephone from the
desk, she ordered her limousine
brought from the garage.
**»«*#*
Ten minutes later Juno Travis en
tered a men's outfitter’s shop of the
cheaper sort, on a downtown street.
To the very admiring clerk who strut
ted forth from the back of the store
to welcome her, she said:
"My brother is to leave the hos
pital today. He is recovering from
smallpox.—Don't be frightened. I
haven't been near him.—He has just
telephoned me that they destroyed all
his clothes, to prevent infection. And
he wants me to buv him a new out
fit.”
*••••••
Lamar, meantime, swept like a
whirlwind into the private office of
Chief of Police Allen.
“Got her!” he announced. “At least
I’ve got hold of one end of the chain
dreamed it was you, until T saw that
miserable coat stuck in the garage
door. Why. you might have been ar
rested and all sorts of terrible things!"
"There, there!” soothed Mary. “It’s
all right! It's all right, honey! I'd
do a million times more'n that for
my little girl, any day in the whole
year. Just you forget all about what
I did. It’s what I'm here for.”
“Forget it?” cried June. “Never as
long as I live! Oh, Mary, you were
so—”
The girl's eyes narrowed. The b.>ck !
of her right hand began to throb.
“I’m so tired!" she murmured, “and
I'm so faint, with all this fright and
danger. It's given me a sick head
ache. I'm going to bed. Tell mother,
won't you? And say I don't want any
dinner sent up to me. 1 want to go
sleep and not be disturbed till tomor
row morning.”
• ***••»
Chief Allen still sat in his private
office, clearing up some odds and ends
of the day’s official routine, before
going to his club for a belated dinner.
Night had fallen, but a broad streak
of moonlight lay athwart the window
sill.
His secretary came in from the
! outer office.
“Young fellow outside there, chief."
he announced. “Wants to see you.
He’s a dummy. Not deaf; but he’s
dumb. Here's a note he scribbled for
you. He's from Mr. Lamar.”
The chief took the slip of paper his
secretary’ tendered, and read the three
written lyies it contained:
I am dumb. Cannot talk. But I
can hear. I must see the chief of po
lice. Mr. Lamar sent me.
“Oh. all right. All right.” grunted
the chief. “I suppose I'll get my dinner
some time between now and Christ
mas. if I have luck. Bring him in."
The secretary vanished, reappear
ing in a moment with a young mac in
tow.
The visitor was quietly dressed and
wore on his head a golf cap. which it
evidently did not occur to him to re
move in the august presence of the
chief. He also carried under one arm
a crook-handled Malacca cane.
Unbidden, the caller seated him
self gracefully in a chair beside the
chief's desk and drew from his pocket
a little scratchpad and a pencil. With
"Go Along With This Young Fellow. Don’t Let That Coat Out cf Ycur
Sight!"
and she’s clamped fast to the other
end. Here’s her coat. The Veiled
Woman’s big black coat. I’ll tell you
later how I got it. Can't some of your
born idiots chase around to all the
tailor shops in a rush and find who
it was made for? If they find that
they’ll find the Veiled Woman. And
then the Ite-J Circle will stop being a
mystery: and maybe I can blow my
self to a decent night’s sleep.”
The chief looked at his watch.
"Inside of half an hour," he said,
"every first-class store and tailor shop
in town will ba shut for the night.
And this coat came from a first-class
place. Anyone can see that. We'll
have to wait till tomorrow morning.
Here.” to his secretary. “Tell the de
tective department to get busy on that
tomorrow, khrst thing. Handle it care
fully. It’s all gasoline and grease.
Now, then. Max, my boy, let's hear
the story.”
• ••••**
June, coming out from the men’s
outfitting shop, carried a tig and awk
ward bundle that she had refused to
allow the obsequious clerk to send
home for her. Her next visit was to
a theatrical wigmakcr. A few min
utes later she emerged, with a second
and smaller package, got into the
limousine and went home.
June went straight to her bedroom
and dropped the parcels on a chair.
Thence she went into her sitting room
—to find Mary waiting for her.
At sight of the loyal old woman the
girl rushed up to her and caught Mary
close to her breast.
“You dear! she exclaimed, in tear
ful gratitude. “You dear! You splen
did old dear! It was wonderful of
you! Wonderful! Oh. there aren't
any words to thank you! I never
out taking off his right-hand glove, he
wrote a line urtwoonthe-pad.tcreofl
the sheet and handed it to Chief Al
len. The chief read:
My name is Attman, ladies tailor.
Mr. Lamar wishes me to look at the
coat he left with you this afternoon.
"Uet it,” Allen commanded his secre
tary. “It's that black coat 1 told you
to take to the detective bureau.”
Presently the secretary returned
with the coat.
The caller took the coat, handling it
with the deft skill of a born gar
ment-worker.
At last, looking up from his inspec
tion, he reached for his scratchpad,
glancing doubtfully once more at the
coat, then scribbled:
I am almost sure this is one of j
ou"e; but I can't swear to it. Kindly
[ let me take the coat and show it to
my head cutter. He will know at once,
and our bosks will show who bought
it.
The chief read the scrawl, his bushy
brows contracting.
“Lord, man!" ho broke out, “I can’t
turn the thing over to you, like that.
It is going t6 be needed as evidence.”
The caller got up, as though to de
part.
"Hold on,” 6aid Allen, cn second
thought. "You can take it. But I must
send an officer with you to make sure
It gets back hero all right when your
cutter has had a look at it.”
Answering a summons, a policeman
entered—a tall, lank man, new to the
force.
"Meeks,” instructed Allen as the offi
cer saluted, "go along with this young
fellow to his shop or wherever his cut
ter happened to be. Don't let that coat
out of your sight. And as soon as he's
done showing it to his cutter, bring it
back her© and deposit it with Huma
son in the detective bureau.”
* * « • * • •
For seven or eight blocks, after she
left police headquarters June Travis
hurried on. from street to street. Po
liceman Meeks ever close at her side.
The officer's eyes never for an in
stant left the coat that hung over his
companion's arm.
The girl was in despair. She had
planned so cleverly this kidnaping of
the coat*
She was helpless, despairing. And
with the blind instinct of the despair-'
ing. she unconsciously turned her
steps homeward.
“Where does this cutter of yours
live, anyhow. Dummy?" the policeman
was asking.
' June paused, uncertainly. This farce
could not go on much longer. Meeks
was beginning to grow suspicious.
A quarter block ahead, the boule
vard split into a “Y.” At the left it
continued at its present level. At the
right ran a flight of forty marble steps,
leading downward to a terraced ave
nue one tier below the boulevard on
the city's hillside.
And then, as ever of late in her mo
ments of direst need, an inspiration
came to the girl.
Once more she took up her former
brisk stride; the grumbling Meeks
close behind her. As they came to
the fork of the boulevard, she halted
again.
“Well,” growled Meeks, “which way.
now?”
She pointed down the long flight of
marble steps, snowy in the vivid
moonlight. The man hesitated. She
glanced at him and saw the reason.
His eyes were fixed in stupid wonder
at the right hand with which she was
pointing. On the surface of the hand
gleamed the Red Circle; mercilessly
distinct in the clear light.
June caught the policeman roughly
by the arm with her other hand, point
ed again toward the terrace beneath
them, and started down the steps at a
run.
Fearful of losing sight of the pre
cious coat, the policeman also broke
into a lumbering run, protesting:
“Hey! Go easy there! What's your
hurry? Want me to break my neck?"
Even as he spoke. June planted her
feet firmly on one broad step and
came to an abrupt standstill. Meeks
could not check his own speed as sud
denly So he lunged ahead a step or
two.
As he lumbered past her, the girl
deftly swung her stick; holding it by
the ferule end. The crook handle
caught Policeman Meeks neatly
around the left ankle.
At the same instant, June braced
herself, and jerked backward with the
stick.
Policeman Meeks’ body smote the
stairway about six steps farther j
down; bounded in air; missed a step
or two; then struck the stairway
again and proceeded to roll rapidly
down the remaining twenty-four steps.
For a bare half-second, the patrol
man lay half-stunned and breathless.
Then he scrambled groaninglv to his
feet, sore all over.
“Gone!" croaked Policeman Meeks,
still catching his breath with difficul
ty. “Gone!”
It was Yama's custom, on moonlit
niglits, to take his Japanese flute from
his tin trunk in the storeroom and to
fare forth into the farthest reaches of
the Travis garden; there to lean pen
sively against a tree in the midst of a
clump of shrubs, and. his eyes on the
moon, to play sentimental and hideous ;
Japanese melodies to it.
Tonight. Yama was tootling away
right dreamfully, when the sound of
crackling bushes broke in upon his
music.
He stepped out of the shrubbery
clump to investigate. Then, the flute
fell from his nerveless lingers and he
stared goggle eyed.
Across a patch of lawn a figure was
running; its feet soundless on the turf.
The figure reached the house. It
paused, at the bottom of a vine trellis;
then skillfully began to climb the trel
lis.
It reached a second-story balcony;
stepped over the railing and began to
fumble with the long French windows
of a room. The windows opened and
the figure glided into the room; soft
ly closing the windows behind it.
The spell was broken. With a yell
of alarm. Yama grabbed up his fallen
flute and dashed for the house. A sec
ond or so latter burst unceremonious
ly into the library where Mrs. Travis
and Mary were sitting.
“ Souse!” he sputtered. ”’Scuse,
please! But man climb up to honor
able Miss June's room!"
The women flew upstairs. Yama. :
prudently arming himself with a large
poker, followed.
When he reached the second floor
Mrs. Travis was already hammering
frantically at the locked outer door
of June’s suite.
"What is it?” called a drowsy voice
from inside.
"Quick!” called Mary. “Let us in.
dearie! There's a man—”
“In a minute,” yawned June's voice
from the bedroom; ”1 can't find the
light.”
The girl, never pausing for an in
stant, was hurling her manly attire
into a closet, garment by garment, as
she replied. She tore off her wig.
shook down her hair, flung a negligee
wrapper around her. rumpled the pil
lows and threw back the coverings of
her bed. and presently appeared,
sleepily blinking, in the doorway.
“My dear! My dear!” shrilled Mrs.
Travis. “Come out quickly. There's a
burglar in your rooms.”
“A burglar?" repeated June, sleepily
cross. “How silly! There can't be.”
“Who saw this wonderful burglar?”
she asked, as they finished poking be
hind the portieres of the sitting room
“Yama saw him. ’ said Mrs. Travii.
"Or he thought he did.”
“Oh!” laughed June, “Yama. eh?
I might have known it. This is the
fourth burglar in six months that
Yama has discovered, anil that nobody
but Yama was able to see. And he
has waked us with no less than three
fireiess fire scares.”
“But.” insisted Yama. “I did saw
him. He climbed the trellis to bed
room window there an—”
“That bedroom window leading out
on the balcony is locked from the in
side," reported Mrs. Travis. “I tried
the fastenings myself, just now’. Yama.
if you give us any more foolish scare*
like this—"
“And please." begged June, "if the
burglar ghost is quite exploded, won’t
you all run away and let me get back
The Back of Her Hand Began to
Throb.
to bed? My head aches frightfully. It
was all right when you waked me up.
Now it's starting in again. Good
night,” she went on, kissing Mrs.
Travis and then Mary, "I'm so sorry
you two old dears were frightened.
Yama seems to be giving us rather
more than our share of the yellow
peril lately.”
But she carefully avoided Mary's
questioning eyes as she spoke.
*••••**
Chief Allen's delayed dinner was
destined to still further postponement.
As he sauntered into his club and
headed for the dining room, the first
person he chanced to see was Mai
Lamar.
“Look here, old man," the chief
hailed him in mock rage, “if I starve
to death it'll be your fault. What the
deuce do you mean by sending that
Noiseless Tailor to see me just when
I’m starting out to feed?”
“What Noiseless Tailor?” asked La
mar. mystified, “a tailor's dummy?”
“No, a dummy tailor. The one you
sent to look at that Veiled Woman
coat. The young fellow who says his
name’s Attman or something like
that. He blew in on me just as I was
getting ready to—”
“Who blew in on you?” demanded
Lamar. “I haven't sent anyone to
see you today.”
“Your mind's softening at the
edges." accused the chief. “I'm speak
ing of that ladies' tailor who came
from you, ten minutes ago, to get the
coat—”
"I tell you,” reiterated Lamar. “I
don't know what you’re talking about.
I haven’t even seen any ladies' tai
lor—"
“Good Lord!” groaned the chief, in
sudden consternation. “Sold out!
He’s got the coat and—say! Come
back to headquarters with me, on the
run, Lamar.”
They bolted from the club, jumped
into a taxicab at the door and set out
at top speed for police headquarters.
In a dozen sentences, as they rode.
Chief Allen outlined the story of
June's visit As he finished his frown
cleared away.
‘■'We're getting all het up over noth
ing at all,” he said. “I forgot; Meeks
is with him. I told him to keep
his eyes on the coat.”
The taxi stopped in front of police
headquarters. As the two men got
out they saw a disheveled form limp
up the steps just ahead of them.
“Meeks!” yelled the chief.
Policeman Meeks tried to salute,
jauntily. But the effort was a ghastly
failure.
‘‘The coat!” thundered the chief as
he dragged Meeks into his private of
fice; Lamar followed close behind
them, and shut the door. "The coat!
Where is it? And where's the crook
you were told to keep watch on?
Speak up! Where is he?”
“I don’t know, chief.” babbled
Meeks, almost in tears; ‘ he done me
up. Rolled down a flight of steps
and—”
“You ape!" snarled Chief Allen:
“you blundering, cowardly bonehead!
You let a man half ycur size do you
up? You—”
“He tripped me,” sniffled Meeks.
“When I got up he had beat it”
"With the coat?” asked Lamar,
fiercely.
“Yessir! 'Twasn’t my fault. I—”
“I’ll have you broke for this, you
nincompoop!” stormed the chief. “Got
clean away, did he? Coat and all?
And not a clue to find him by?”
“Only one clue,” coweringly assent
ed Meeks, “and that don’t amount to
anything, I s’pose.”
“What was it?"
“He—he had a big, red ring—a
birthmark like—on the back of his
right hand. I took notice of it when
he—”
“The Red Circle!” bellowed the
chief, his nerves a-tingle. “the Red
Circle—again! ”
'END OF FOURTH INSTALLMENT.)
Dressing Wounds With Celluloid.
To moos* one of the worst terrors
0f the w—dad man in hospitals—the
•ftea agonizing dressing of the heal
ing wound—Skr Aim ruth Wright has
» ggested placing a thin P*e<-e of per
torated celluloid orer the bare wound
•fore the ordinary drivings are ap
I. .ed. The result Is that, Instead of
h^rlag to tear the lint away in dress
ing the wound, often an extremely
laalnfnl process, the dressings come
away easily and quite painlessly. The
(.HuMd. which seems to be more boles
I than material. Is first rendered soft and
! pliable by soaking in a 20 per cent
solution of carbolic acid, then washed
in weak salt solution, and then laid
directly on the raw granulating sur
face. Fine lint soaked in a five per
cent solution of common salt in sterile
water is then placed over the celluloid,
after which firm bandages are applied.
Wise Youngster.
They have some precocious young
sters in the schools down Shepherd’s
Bush way. Look at this, for Instance:
“Ob, Miss Tuttleson," said little Bob
bie. who had been kept after school,
“whenever I see you 1 can’t help think
in’ of experience.”
“What do you mean?" the lady de
manded, with a good deal of asper
ity.
“Experience is a dear teacher, you
know."
Then she gave him a pat on the
cheek and said that he might go If he
would promise not to make faces at
any of the little girls again.—London
Tit-Bit*
The True Values.
“You ask me what values impress
me as being the true ones. I am very
sure, for one thing, that it is the in
ner far more than the outer resources
on which one must depend for lasting
happiness. Do you see that pala<-e of
my neighbor’s across the river?”
In the treetops beyond the Hudson
loomed the roofs of a great house—a
mansion copied almost whole from
Italy and set down In the New Tork
woods.
“There are a hundred rocnv In that
house,” said Mr. Burroughs. “It needs
a dozeh maids to keep them dustless
and it needs a dozen gardeners to keep
the grounds. There is a ceiling in it
200 years old and a carpet 400 years
old and relics and treasures from
feudal Europe without number; but I
would not give Slabside or Wood
chuck Lodge for It all, if I had to live
there.”—John Burroughs.
May Nationalize Coal Mines.
Lord Khondda, whose coal interests
in Wales are very large, has taken over
the Gwaun Cae Gurwin colliery, the
largest in the Swansea district and
said to be the largest in the world.
It has a capacity of 300,000 tons a
year. Further mergers are expected
and the nationalization of the coal In
dustry of Great Britain is expected.
Heavy.
“They say a lot of the bread you get
now is underweight.”
“That so? Well, my wife helps to
make up the average.”—Boston Eve
ning Transcript
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Cripple Who Forgot “Can’t.”
Twenty-eight yensr ago F. R. Big
ler, who is familiarly known as Boh
lo utidreds of his friends and admir
prs in Kansas City, Mo., was conduc
tor on a Western railroad. One day
in duty lie suffered au accident that
resulted in the loss of his right arm
just below the elbow and his left foot
just above the ankle.
Instead of bending or breaking un
der the blow Bigler straightway begaa
a most remarkable uphill fight—one
that was destined to he of great im
port to cripples ail over the world
Let him tell you the story of that
fight just as I persuaded him to tell
it to me:
“The first thing a cripple should
make up his mind to do,” said Bigler
“is to forget there is such a word as
‘can't.’ The key to all doors is not
1 will.’ Inn ‘I must.’ ”—American
Magazine.
10 CENT “CASCARETS”
FOR LIVER AND BOWELS
Cure Sick Headache, Constipation
Biliousness,a Sour Stomach, Bad
Breath—Candy Cathartic.
No odds how bad your liver, stom
ach or bowels; how much your head
aches, how miserable you are from
constipation, indigestion, biliousnes?
and sluggish bowels—you always get
relief with Cascarets. They imme
diately cleanse and regulate the stom
ach, remove the sour, fermenting food
and foul gases; take the excess bile
from the liver and carry off the con
stipated waste matter and poison
from the intestines and bowels. A
10-ceat box from your druggist will
keep your liver and bowels clean;
stomach sweet and head clear for
months. They work while you sleep.—
Adv.
Like the Dodo.
According to the last census the tur
key population of tlie country has
fallen off greatly in recent years. One
statistician records the sad prediction
that the popular bird will before many
years be “as scarce as the dodo."
Try a Medicine That
Proves Its Value
I can always recommend Dr. Kilmer's
Swamp-Root with a clear conscience and
believe it to be a good formula for the
troubles for which it is intended. During
my twenty years 'in handling the medi
cine I have known of cases of gall stones
and gravel that were benefited by its
use. would not hesitate in saying that
Swamp-Root will cure catarrh or inflam
mation of the bladder for I know of cases
where it has effected permanent cures,
and in rheumatism it has been found to
be very valuable. I heartily endorse the
merits of Swamp-Root.
Very trulv vours.
C. F. STOCKWELL.
Sept. 21, 1916. Bassett. Neb.
Prove What Swamp-Root Will Do For Yo*
Send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co.,
Binghamton, N. Y'., for a sample size bot
tle. It will convince anyone. You will
also receive a booklet of valuable infor
mation. telling about the kidneys and blad
der. When writing, be sure and mention
this paper. Regular fifty-cent and one
dollar size bottles for sale at all drug
stores.—Adv.
This Winter.
“Did the water pipe burst?”
“Yes, and the landlord charged ex
tra because it makes a rink.”
A man may be the architect of his
ywn fortune, but he can’t induce the
sun to shi.,e ' every room.
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