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«fA ber i PajAon TerhmiG)
AUTHOR OF THE "THE FIGHTER," "CALEB CONOVER,"
“SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE." ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM THE PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF THE
SAME NAME BY WILL M RITCHEY.
<corr*»o»rr fr »JBT MYW TOMUNC *
SYNOPSIS.
-Circle Jim" Borden. who derive* M*
Cnd name fncn a r-d hnhmark on the
k of hi* right Land. i* released from
pns* a after nerving hi* third term. One
meu.uet of every generation of ttie Bor
Set. fan.:!y has been bran*led with the Red
Or > l.rtlinara and that member hxs
glwaea ten a . nnitnal Jim and hi*
•eraard *en Ted are the omy known llv
leg »f the B> rden kin Max Lamar, ade
Ipetive. * detailed to keep an eye on
*"Cir--to Jim " Jane Trai l* and tier moth
er ret Borden a* i - t» release.!. “Circle
Jts- at:d Ted are killed. "Tile la*t of the
Borden*.” ray* l-xmar But the next day
be area the Rod Circle on the hack of a
•ar.iii'1 hand outside a curtained auto
mahe June Travia. marked with ttie
Bad Ctr< 1*. rob* Uraat. a loan shark.
O-ar.' employs Lamar Mary. June's
nurse, discover* June's theft and tl.e Hed
CSrct* yt> tier hand, and tel is her sh. i*
—Tie. |e Jlm'*“ daughter. though Mr*
Tratt* does nor know Mari dresses a*
the vet led woman and i* pursued by la
ar HI e escape* leaving tier . oat a* a
elus la his hand* June disguised a* a
hs» recover* the coat from potter hiptd
pua-■ ee*.
FIFTH INSTALLMENT
WEAPONS OF WAR
“I believe Use Red Circle never
■bows oe your hand except when
you re planning some wicked mis
chief* " croaked old Mary, as she
passed at the door of June’s bedroom,
sariy next morning, her arms piled
high with clothes.
"Tea." raid June, drearily, with a
guilty glance at her handbook. "I've
thought so. too."
"It was there last evening It isn’t
there this morning." went on the old
woman, depositing the clothes on a
chair and beginning to arrange them,
oae by one. in a wardrobe trunk.
“What were you up to. dearie? Tell
Marr."
"Nothing at all" declared June, her
eye# fixed anxiously on the trunk
Mary Mas packing. ' Please don t let s
talk about it. It makes me so miser
able I’ve packed part of the trunk,"
ahe added . Don t disarrange that
Part of it. Mary."
fi-fore breakfast. June had gone to
Mrs T-avts; and. on piea of feeling
“run "own" had persuaded her to
dose ’he town house that very morn
Lie a fid tc go for the season to their
sums -r cottage at SurfLon.
s • s s • • s
Max la mar had been closeted for an
hour with Chief of Police Alien. They
had t» .sted the new development of
the "Red Circle" mystery inside and
out studying it vainly from every im
aginable angle.
First of all. they had ascertained—
what they had already been sure of—
that no tailor in city or sta'e was
named Altman, and that neither city
n< r state contained any master tailor
w 3*> was a mute Also, a vigilant
aear'ti of every tailor shop, by a doz
en detectives, had failed to identify any
employer or employee with the dumb
youth of the preceding night.
* Haro you tried your pretty little
portra.t gallery?" asked Lamar.
No. Well run over It. if you like.
Id spot that lad's face anywhere."
With the help of his secretary and
of Policeman Meek*—the only men
Suppose I Orcp Around to See Smit
ing Sam?”
who had had a good look at the dumb
tailor—the chief began a hasty search
of the roller tion.
"Hero a old 'Circle Jim.' ” said the
chief once, aa be glanced over a hand
ful of photos
A few minutes later he paused at
another likeness.
“Remember this chap’" he asked
Lunar, handing him an oblong of
aardboard
i-em.r took the photograph and. half
aland, read the words scrawled on
»:
“Sam Eager—alias ‘Smiling Sam’—
jewel hurg la—Close associate for
jmn of H rae Jim' Borden—Claims to
have reformed. Hat email cobbler shop
at 1019 Bright way. Height 5 feet 8
inches. Weight 240 pounds. Identify
ing marks—’’
“Smiling Sam Eagan!" broke off La
mar, “I'm not likely to forget him.
We got him when we got 'Circle Jim'.
Hut he was too slick for us to give
him all he deserved. He was turned
loose about a year ago, wasn't he?
That was the first time I ever heard
of Miss June Travis—the young lady
we met in the park, you know, when
we were looking for the Veiled Wom
an. I heard at the prison how she met
Smiling Sam when he got out, and
how she was fooled by his maudlin
pledges of reform. He’d learned cob
bling during bis term. And she spent
| good money to set him up in a shoe
maker shop of his own."
“She's the salt of the earth, that
girl," commented the chief.
"Suppose I drop around to see Smil
ing Sam," said Lamar.
“Sam Eagan?" returned the chief,
looking once more through a hand
ful of photos. “Here you are: Cob
bler shop at 1019 Bright way. I’ve
had him watched once or twice. But
there’s nothing on him."
• ••••••
Sam Eagan's shop faced on a cor
ner, and behind it was a disreputable
looking back yard separated by a
rickety gate and a tumbledown board
fence from the alley at the rear.
The corner was uninviting, even for
corner loafers. Yet one such loafer
infested it at all hours of the day.
This consistent idler was a thickset
youth, clad in shabby gTay. His name
was Tom Dunn. His mission in life
seemed to be to lean half-asleep
against the lintel of Sam Eagan's door
way, puffing cigarettes.
It was an uninspiring life that Mr.
Thomas Dunn led. Long since, the
neighbors had ceased to interest them
selves in him.
Had the neighbors looked closer,
they might perhaps have noted that
his half-shut eyes were as bright as a
rat's, and that those same apparently
drowsy eyes were forever shifting
their gaze up and down the street.
Also, that Mr. Dunn at intervals would
step back into Smiling Sam s shop.
Tom Dunn, this morning, lounged as
usual, in front of Smiling Sam's shop;
smoking an ill-made cigarette; and
; loafing away the early hours when
1 most of the world was at work,
i Inside the dingy little shop. Sam
himself was up to his eyes in toil.
The shop's dirty walls re-echoed to
the quick taps of his hammer, as he
drove tiny bright nails into tough sole
! leather.
As Eagan, cross-legged on his low
1 bench, sat hammering gaylv away,
Tom Dunn ducked his unshaven visage
| into the room.
jases comin . announced Dunn;
and returned to the front steps once
more.
Smiling Sam looked up with a
friendly r.od. a moment later, as a
| cadaverous man of middle age sham
bled into the shop. The newcomer
bore under bis arm a crude little news
paper parcel. He handed it to Sam,
without a word.
Eagan unrolled the newspaper wrap
pings. Out fell a dusty shoe, whose
sole was all but gone and whose heel
was "run” at the left side. Smiling
Sam picked up a cobbler's knife and
proceeded to pry off the battered
shoe s still more battered heel, Jake
standing in nervous expectancy be
hind him and looking avidly over the
cobbler’s fat shoulder.
Presently, the heel came away from
the shoe. It was hollow, and it was
wadded with tissue paper. Sam care
fully undid the tissue folds. Out of
them dropped a round brooch, set with
alternate pearls and diamonds of a
fair size.
"How much?” demanded Jake.
"Twenty.” was Sam’s terse verdict.
"Twenty." snorted the indignant
j Jake. “Twenty what? Twenty nothin’!
Twenty dollars for that bit of Easy
Street Pavement? Why, the gold set
tin' is worth more 'n that, you measly
old gouger?”
"Twenty!” snapped Eagan. “Take
j it or leave it.”
“I’ll leave it. then.” stormed Jake.
“I’m not going to be robbed. Give it
back to me.”
“Sure,” smiled Eagan, blandly, re
turning the brooch to him; and at the
same time absentmindedly pulling
from his trousers pocket a roll of bills
which he fingered carelessly.
To Jake the sight of money was a
bone to a starving dog. He wavered.
Then—
"Oh, take it, you swine!” he
growled, tossing the brooch down upon
Eagan’s leather-aproned lap. "Take
^t. 1 hope it lands you in the pen!”
S&q peeled two greasy ten-doll&r
bills from the roll, handed them to
Jake and put the rest of the money
back in his pocket. He picked up the
brooch. As he did so, Tom Dunn
slipped hurriedly into the, shop.
“Max Lamar—fly cop—” he report
ed, “Cornin' down the block; lookin'
at the numbers on the houses.”
“Gee!” babbled Jake, “He'll spot
me. dead sure! He's—”
i “Out the back way,” ordered Sara.
The lookout caught the shaking Jake
by the arm and hustled him toward
the back of the shop; to a place where
the blank surface of the wall was
broken by several shelves on which
stood a sparse array of shoe boxes.
Dunn thrust his hand in among
these boxes. Instantly, a section of
the wall—shelves and all—opened out
ward, revealing a passageway behind.
Through this opening. Dunn shoved
the panic-stricken Jake; closing the
thick secret door behind them.
Jake and his conductor found them
selves in a dim-lit inner room, unfur
nished save for a big and dog-eared
calendar that hung on one wall, and a
broken packing box below it. Dunn
pushed violently at a slab in the
chipped plaster of the adjacent wall.
The plaster gave back at his push.
A doorway, perhaps three feet high
and twenty inches or less in width,
took the place of the seemingly solid
plastering. Through this hole, closing
it behind them, the two wriggled; out
into the yard beyond; and thence,
through the rickety gate to the alley
way.
Meantime, left alone in his shop,
Smiling Sam Eagan saw a long shad
ow fall athwart the street threshold
and hesitate there for an instant.
No time was to be lost. Sam slipped
the brooch back into the hollow of the
shoe-heel; and, with two deft blows
of the hammer, nailed the heel into
place on its shoe.
He was driving the second nail,
when Max Lamar sauntered into the
shop.
Max glanced down approvingly at
the busy old fellow tacking a worn
heel on to a worthless shoe.
"Well, well, Mr. Lamar!” he cried
jovially, holding out an enormous
hand. “This is an honor I wasn’t
a-looking for. Sit down. Tou'il find
that bench clean. I think. I try to
“Let me take that bnm old shoe you're
playing with. Mr. Lamar. It’ll get yon
all dirty.’* t
Thinking Sam was trying to change
the subject in order to avoid talking
of the Red Circle, Lamar paid no heed
to his request; but kept on swinging
the shoe idly to and fro. as he asked:
"That Red Circle, now—you remem
ber what Jim Borden used to say about
it."
“That it cropped out once in every
generation of his family,’’ supplement
ed Eagan, “and that the person who
had it was always a criminal."
“I have reason to believe it was
gospel truth. Eagan.” said Lamar.
“The Red Circle on the back of the
hand has always been the sign-manual
of a crook, in the Borden family.
And-"
“Not always," corrected Sam.
“There was that son of his—young
Ted Borden—for instance. He was a
cheap crook, right down to the ground,
that youngster was. But there wasn't
any Red Circle on his hand. That
shoe, now—” he continued anxiously;
but Max interrupted.
“That brings me to the point. You
say Ted Borden had no Red Circle on
his hand. And Ted died when his
father died. But how about Jim Bor
den’s other children?”
“ ‘Circle’ Jim's other children?” cried
Sam, in a wonder that was palpably
genuine. “His other children? Why,
man alive. Jim Borden never had an
other child but Ted.”
“I’ll tell you why I ask.’’ said Lamar,
impressively, leaning forward and em
phasizing his words by tapping the
shoe against his knee. "Because I hap
pen to know that no less than two peo
ple in this very city today have the
Red Circle on the backs of their right
, hands."
He broke oft and looked down with
; sudden curiosity at the shoe he was
The Cobbler Picked Up a Short-Handled Hammer.
keep things as tidy as 1 can. This
is like old times, seeing you again."
“Thanks,” said Lamar, seating him
self on the shiny bench and taking
out his cigarette case. “It's good to
see you so nicely fixed here, Sam. And
it's good to see you aren't scared at
sight of—”
"That's right, sir," chimed in Kagan,
with a big laugh of genuine amuse
ment. "Why, I can remember the day
when I'd a run a-screechin' up a tree
if you came in sight. Lord, but it's
worth while not to be scared stiff
every time a detectivp happens
'round!”
Abruptly Max came to the object of
his visit.
“Eagan," he said, “I’ve called
around here this morning to see if I
can get some information from you.
I want to talk with you about 'Circle
Jim' Borden.”
“Old ‘Circle Jim!’” exclaimed Sam.
“Why, Jim's dead. Too dead to skin.”
“You and he were pretty close
friends, weren't you?”*
"Me and Jim? Yes. Good friends
for more years than you'd know how
to remember," replied Sam.
Max caught sight of the shabby and
dusty shoe lying on the bench beside
him—the shoe at whose heel the cob
bler had been tinkering when his vis
itor entered. Lamar picked up the
shoe, absent-mindedly and, taking hold
of the tip of its laces, began to swing
it carelessly to and fro, as if it had
been an uncouth pendulum. Sam
watched him in furtive anxiety. Max
went on:
“What I want to ask you about is
the queer Red Circle on the back of
Jim Borden's hand. You remember
it, of course?”
“Sure I remember it. sir. Who
wouldn't?” answered Sam. adding:
holding. As he had been abstractedly
shaking it to and fro he had all at once
noticed that a faint rattling sound
came from somewhere within the shoe.
"There.'s something loose in the
heel of this shoe," he said, “something
that rattles like a loose bit of metal."
Sam did not answer. Surreptitious
ly the cobbler had reached behind him
and had picked up the heavy, short
handled hammer with which he had
been working.
“Yes." went on Lamar, “there’s
something rattles in this heel. Just
as if there was a compartment inside,
with something lying loose in it.”
He picked up an awl from the bench
and inserted it between heel-tap and
'upper.” Eagan drew a long breath
and half-lifted the hammer.
“Good morning. Sam," came a clear
young voice from the doorway. "I'm
going out of town for the summer. I
stopped in on my way to the station to
see how you are getting on and to tell
you—Oh, how are you, Mr. Lamar?
It's so dark in here, after the sunshine,
I didn't see you.”
The spell was broken. The tension
was relaxed. Lamar, at sight of June
Travis, let the shoe tumble to the floor,
forgotten, as he sprang up to greet
her. Sam laid down the hammer with
a grunt of reaction. As Lamar strode
forward to meet June the cobbler
thrust the' shoe into the breast of tiis
own shirt and substituted for it an
other one from a nearby pile on the
floor.
“How are things going. Sam?” asked
June, cheerily, turning from Max as
the cobbler reached her side. “Is the
rheumatism any better? And do peo
ple pay their bills any more prompt
ly?”
“The rheunv',”-’n is prettv bad,
4
miss.” said Sam, with a fine show of
courage, "but I can stand it. The doc
tor did it a lot of good last month;
but he won't give me any more treat
ment, he says, till I pay the twenty
five dollars 1 owe him on his last bill.
So I guess 111 have to grin and bear it
awhile longer.”
j "You poor old thing,” said June, in
quick sympathy. "Indeed you shall not
•grin and bear it' another day. Here,"
taking three bills from her handbag,
"pay that cranky bear of a doctor this
very morning and have him give you
treatment. Tell him to send his next
bill to me. I must go now. My mother
and Mary are waiting for me in the
ear, outside there. Good-by, Sam;
good-by, Mr. Lamar.”
But Max would not be dismissed in
this fashion. He insisted on going to
the car with her. and, on the way, he
managed to angle successfully for an
invitation to call on her at the Surfton
cottage.
After which he stared at the auto
mobile until it bore her out of sight.
Then he wandered on down the street,
planning busily—not for the solving of
the Red Circle mystery, but to dis
cover some way of arranging his work
so as to leave him an entire after
noon and evening free for a run to
Surfton-by-the-Sea.
Sam Eagan and the mysteriously
rattling shoe were quite wiped from
his mind.
Sam, meantime, his professionally
genial smile glued to his red face, was
looking down at the twenty-five dol
lars June had so generously forced
upon him. But, though his eyes were
fixed on the money in his hand, his
mind was not.
Twenty-five dollars, just at present,
seemed to Smiling Sam a pitifully
small sum. For he had sudden visions
of an infinitely larger amount. Visions
so bright as to take away, for the mo
ment. even the memory of his narrow
escape from exposure in the matter of
the hollow-heeled shoe. A mighty in
spiration was gripping Sam Eagan; an
inspiration born of his talk with
Lamar.
After a moment of thought he nod
! ded his head, stuck the money into his
pocket and locked the door of his shop.
Then he went to the secret door among
the shoe-shelves and opened it Pass
ing into the hidden room he crossed
to where the dog-eared old calendar
I hung on the wall.
Lifting this calendar, he disclosed a
cupboard behind it. Reaching into this,
he pulled forth a telephone, took the
receiver from the hook and called for
a number.
"Miss La Salle's apartment?" he
asked presently; then: "That you,
Alma?—Sam—Come around here in a
rush. There’s something big. Hurry
up.”
Eagan returned to the shop, put on
his coat and went out into the neigh
borhood to do a litle shopping.
Back home he came, and through to
the hidden room; there depositing his
purchases in the telephone cupboard
behind the calendar. He had barely
regained the front shop when a woman
entered.
Alma I.* Salle was perhaps twenty
five. perhaps a little older. She was
of medium height; wiry, dark and in
clining to sallowness.
She was an invaluable source of
revenue to Sam. And. apart from her
uncanny deftness at robbery, he knew
he could always count on her wit and
daring to carry out any campaign he
might devise.
"Hello, kid,” was his greeting, this
morning. “You didn't waste any time.
That’s right. You got a train to catch
and some fancy packing to do. first."
“Train to catch?” she repeated eag
prlv
"To Surfton-by-the-Sea. There's a
big ball at the Surfton hotel tonight.
Our man there tipped me to it. You're
going to ‘operate’ at the ball."
“But—”
“It's a new angle we're going to
work from, on this,” he pursued.
“There ought to be a pot of cash in it.
Elver hear of the Red Circle?”
"Of course,” she made answer. "Who
hasn't?”
“Give me your hand.” he ordered.
"The right one.”
Wonderingly, Alma obeyed. Mois
tening the brush and rubbing it on the
red-paint cake. Sam proceeded to trace
on the back of the woman's hand an
irregular Red Circle.
"Watch that closely.” he warned.
"That's just the shape of the one Bor
den had. Do you think you could paint
that on,your own hand?”
"Why, yes; but—”
He dipped the sponge in the liquid
from the phial and passed it over the
circle. The paint quickly vanished.
"There you are!” said he. "Go to
the ball. Pinch everything you get
half a chance at. Then sneak into
some quiet corner to paint that circle
on your hand. Manage to let the house
detective or some of the guests get a
glimpse of it. Then rub it off. When
the yell goes up that a lot of boobs
have been robbed the Red Circle will
be sure to get tha blame for it.”
• ••••••
There was but one theme of import
among the summer idlers at Surfton
by-the-Sea. June had not been at the
cottage an hour before she had heard
the whole story -rom Mary, who had
it from a neighbor.
It seemed that Todd Drew, the dis
solute young son of Amos Drew, the
great inventor, had just arrived at the
Surfton hotel. He had brought thither,
so said report, a small flat metal case
that was more deadly than fifty bat
teries of siege guns.
For this case contained the plans for
a war-engine, infinitely ingenious and
more murderous than any hitherto de
vised. It was a veritable monster of
destruction, this engine. By its use
whole armies could be destroyed in a
single minute.
Amos Drew had invented the thing.
Having done so he had been so ap
palled by its possibilities for annihila
tion that he had never put it upon the
market, but had stowed the plans away
among his private papers.
But now Amos Drew was dead, and
his only heir, Todd Drew, was busy
wasting the paternal fortune.
Thus it was, seaside gossip ran. thai
he had brought to Surfton the terrible
war-engine plans; and he was to meei
here one Count Freel, the agent for t
foreign government, to negotiate wtti
him for their sale.
With a shudder June dismissed th<
story from her mind. To occupy hej
thoughts, she resolved to take the bun
I
She Resolved to Toss the Bundle Intc
the Sea.
die of masculine clothing at once tc
the nearest deserted pier and toss il
into the sea.
Half way to the pier she passed I
ramshackle boathouse, whose weath
er-warped boards were bulged and
splayed. In several places, until they
looked like the slats in front of a hen
house. As June sped past the boat
house she chanced to notice a large
smooth stone—just the thing to weight
the bundle she carried. She picked it
up. opened the bundle at one end,
dropped in the stone and fastened the
package's string once more. At the
same moment, from the shack just be
hind her. she heard a man’s voice say
ing impatiently:
“I’m no blooming diplomat, count.
Come down to cases. What will you
pay?”
June dropped the bundle she held.
She stood transfixed, there, on the
rocky beach, in front of the shack.
Understanding came to her with a
rush. So the story was true*
June—the Red Circle blazing and
pulsing on her white hand—had crept
nearer and nearer to the shack. She
peeped in. cautiously, through one oi
the wide cracks in the boards.
A crate had been turned upside
down to serve as a table, and it stood
close to the aperture in the boards.
At the opposite ends of this impro
vised table, on a couple of boat tres
tles, sat two men.
On the crate-table, just in front of
Drew, rested an oblong metal dispatch
box, perhaps ten inches long, four
inches wide and two inches high.
June drew back from the shack and
glanced guiltily around. No one was
in sight. Near by lay a fragment of
wreckage, a thick board about five feet
long.
She carried It to the shack's only
door, braced one end of the board
against a bowlder in front of the door
and then put the other end just be
uteth the jutting cross-panel half way
up the door.
“Yes. sir!” Todd Drew was vocifer
ating. “It’s worth an easy two million
dollars to your government—or to any
other warring country—to get these
plans. They’re—”
He broke off with a yell. For as he
looked down at the metal box that had
lain in front of him on the table it was
no longer there. He was just in time
to see a woman's small hand drawing
the dispatch box cautiously out
through a crack in the wall boards.
Drew made a clutch at the vanishing
hand and seized it by the wrist.
“I’ve got her. count!” he cried.
"Say. she struggles like a willcat Bun
outside and grab her.”
The count leaped for the door. At
the same instant June's other hand ap
peared through the adjoining crack.
Its fingers grasped a long pin she had
hastily snatched from her sailor hat.
Into Todd's detaining fist she drove
the pin, right mercilessly.
With a howl of pain Drew relaxed
his grip on her wrist. Her hands van
ished—the dispatch box and the hat
pin along with them—just as the count
bellowed:
“I cannot get this miserable door
open! It is jammed!”
June waited to hear no more. She
tore open the end of the bundle, thrust
the metal box into it, closed it again
and, snatching it up. raced madly for
the pier. Nor did she pause until she
had hurled the bulky parcel far out
into the sea. ,
Meantime, in the shack, pande
monium had broken loose. Both men
threw their bodies frantically against
the unyielding door.
As the door at last fell Todd and
the count rushed forth, panting,
disheveled, in pursuit of the thief.
“It was a woman!” puffed Drew as
he broke Into a run. "Our only clue is
that I saw the sleeve of a sailor suit
and—and—there was a fiery Red Cir
cle on the back of her hand!"
(END OF FIFTH 1NTALLMENT.)
FfflD CAVE TOMB IN BETHANY
Crest Age and Permittance of Village
Known in Discovery of Canaan
it* Relics.
Tb* recent discovery of • Canaanlte
eova tomb with »*« characteristic pot
iorr sod oeapoes on «be ground of
.. p,Mionm father* of tbe village
. f^tbany la of considerable Inter
^ U! too dl*«srent directions, a writer
*th. KbiA. gcbool Times says «
tbe mticb then,
furnishes iltnatimuon. o.
■ have been bo many In recent years,
of the great age and persistence of
the village—and town—sites in Pal
estine Pere Vincent of the Dominican
convent of St Etienne at Jerusalem.
I one of the ablest of all Palestine
archeologists, dates this tomb by Its
character and contents ac belonging
1 to the period of the sixteenth to
twelfth centuries. B. C.
This places the town so familiarly
associated with the hospitable home I
of Mary and Martha and Lazarus ' 11
] the long list of Palestine towns that |
have come down from patriarchal
times, or even earlier: Gezer, Lachish.
Megiddo, Joppa. Taanach Jerusalem
and many others. When we add to
this fact the other, that the peasant
language has In fair measure persisted
in Palestine from earliest times
through all the religious, political and
military changes that have taken
place, it comes about that antiquities
found in Palestine take on a new and
more dignified meaning. We seem t
be dealing, and indeed are dealing,
with a civilization that has not wholly
passed away, but that tn seme good
measure still persists In fac the
persistence of ancient things in Bible
lands has not been overestimated but
rather underestimated it Is not im
possible that the name of Bethany
may be as old as the tnwnsite is now
seen to be
Then the discovery ot Canaaui'.e
tombs at so widely spnarated places
as t»erer. in the Pt'lisunp olain
Bethshemesch in it" indpan font
hills. Taanach on >n .it t-surae
Ion and BethatM p»n it he
mountains of Judah, gives definite
ness of meaning to the times when
“the Canaanite was in the and."
The Gospel of Out of Doors.
John Muir has done greater serv
ice to all the people, and wi'l be
missed wore by the whole country. !
than men of science whc may stand !
higher in its records John Muir in
the West and lohn Burroughs in the
East have mingled »1th the dry sci
ence of earth life and history the
sentiment of out of doors and the po
etry of universal life. Their sense
of the romance of science has fos
tered a broader and deeper appre
ciation of the common sympathy of
human and animal, plant and past
earth life than the dry study of the
biologists and geologists on one aide,
or the misleading sentimentalism of
the animal fakers in literature on the
other They have brought the feel
ing of out of doors borne to students
without repelling them with fiction,
and to all humanity without leading
it away from troth
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FALLING HAIR N!e1$
DANDRUFF IS AOflVE
Save Your Hair! Get a 25 Cent Be
of Oanderine Right Now—Also
Stops Itching Scalp.
J Thin, brittle, colorless anil s
! hair is mute evidence of a iu-_
' scalp; of dandruff—that awful
There is nothing so destrinm
1 the hair as dandruff. It rol.> tl»
I !
of its luster, its strength siimI
, j life; eventually producing it .
ness and itching of the v i,i. A
if not remedied causes the hair ;
to shrink, loosen and di. hin
j hair falls out fast. A liti li, ,,
I tonight—now—any time
j save your itair.
Get a 25 cent bottle of l\ •
Danderine from any store,
! the first application your h
; take on that life, luster and lux
j which is so beautiful. It will 1
I wavy and fluffy and have the a(
] ance of abundance; an incompat
j gloss and softness, but what •
[ please you most will be after j•.'
! few weeks’ use, when you will actual
! ly see a lot of fine, downy hair in *
! hair—growing ail over the scalp. Adv.
LOVE THRIVES ON EUGENICS
Marriages in Milwaukee Are on the
Increase Despite Law Against
Unfit.
Marriage goes merrily on in Milwau
kee, regardless of the eugenics law.
says the Sentinel of that city.
Figures in the county clerk’s office
show an increase in both 1915 ami
1916 Over 1914 in the number of K
j censes issued. The eugenics law. in
* operation for three years, has had no
; effect upon the celebration of the time
l honored nuptials.
“I still maintain that the eugenics
law has been of tremendous benefit tu
j the people of the .state," declared Mrs
j G. A. Hipke, sponsor for the law. "It
is asserted that doctors make only >u
perficials tests of men who come to
them for examination before marriage,
but I contend that no conscientious
physician could pass upon a case which
might later bring results that would
reflect upon his earlier judgment."
‘ Mrs. Ilipke declared that, while she
had no present intention of agitating
any change in the law slie might coa
! sider a broadening of the law that
would include the women as well ns
the men in the prenuptial examinat ion
The Conebo, Sliippo, Coeoamo and
Tahua tribes of Amazon Indians are
still wearing clothes of grass.
The United States lias IJSO piano fatv
tones.
When WorklsHard
That kidney troubles are so coiumn-i
U due to the strain put upon the kid
neys in so Miany occupations, such as.
Jarring and jolting on railroads, et>
Cramp and strain as in bartering,
moulding, heavy lifting, etc.
Exposure to changes of temperature
In iron furnaces, refrigerators, etc.
Dampness as in tanneries, quarries,
mines, etc.
Inhaling poisonous fumes In paint
ing, printing and chemical shops.
Doan’s Kidney Pills are One for
strengthening weak kidneys.
A Nebraska Case
maker, Seward, Neb., »
says: “I suffered from g
pains through t h e f
small of my back, to- U
gether with headaches -
and dizzy spells. I 1
could hardly stoop _
and mornings I got
up tired and worn out.
The kidney secretions j
were highly colored .
and very painful in
passage. Doan's Kid- \
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corrected all the oth- I
er ailments. I seldom j
have need of a kidney I
medicine now.”
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— they perma
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Mr. War—“Do >ou know what’s good lor ratt?**
Miss Slowe—“ Wh>. poison, of course”
Mr. Woe—“No. that would kill them—cheese.1*
Do you know what’s good for a cough,
throat and lung troubles, that will
allay Inflammation and insure a good
night asleep with free and easy expec
toration In the morning? The answer
always the same year after year, is
Boschee’s
German Syrup
Soothing and healing to bronchial
and throat irritation. 25c. and 75c.
*11 Druggists and Dealers every
where.^ Your grandfather used it 51
y*«r» ago. Try it yourself and see how
It stops a hacking cough like magic.
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