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| SYNOPSIS.
"•'uric Jim " Borden, named fr> m a red
I- Mr tb mark on hi* hand, has served Ins
L third prison term One in null Borden
|ii si anon always a crraiiui’. ha« Iwrnr
Hr* Knl I1r<le mark Jim and his son
Tsd are me only known living of tlx*
Bordanr Mil I .amir. a deleeliie. is
., tailed to keep an eye on Jim. June Travis
and her mother meet Jim a- lie is re
* leased J ’» and Ted are killed Next
, day laa..r -ees the l;ed Circle on a worn
aii Ikiad isiiridt a curtained aut* ru -liile
;i June marked ait:- the Red i'.t le. robs
Oram a loan sl.ark Mary. June's nurse.
MMomoi her theft and teils tier si e is
"I ir. ee Jttn's dausnter. though Mrs.
Traei* dues not khi.a Mary tricks fu
9 mar Lour visit* 'Untiling Sam." Jim’s
* »M cr.rre partner Sent to Surfron by
SmiUrar Sam. Alma In Salle robs the
a guests at a ball Mai v point* uer out to
Laaur who follows her bnrk to town.
5 c*ptur< - ior With tK«* .tml Kuos af
tor S«ii .1 k Sain On the edge of a olifT
pur-s*** and pufmued engage in deadly
I OOCtiis
mar. wad J unt- In turn jw\r* f»«<r«Jon from
Iarrost £mUing fhuvj see* tt.»- lied Cirri**
on Jumt hand, tolls her ho knows her I
•arret sad follows her to the •
ELEVENTH INSTALLMENT
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SEEDS OF SUSPICION
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* la lamer t office. Gordon stood with
t bis hack to (be locked door: white
! faced, gasping For the moment, at
■ laast be a as safe—and bis eyes never
i left the face of the girl,
i "Now." cried June under her breath,
“tell me everything won't you?"
t Gordon shook bis bead
“I can t." he said “I'm more grate
t fat to you than I can ever make you
I know—you've saved m.> lire; or rather.
' my liberty that count- .. r more: but
‘ —honestly, I mustn't tell you why
they re after me—not now. anvway!
\ I
\ "But why not? interrupted June.
I ' livery minute is precious. Mr. Lamar
I la my friend—be calls me his 'first a
I atstast ’ I'm anxious to help you—I
[ can help you—If you'll tell me every
thing: hut bow can I be of use at all
when you keep me in the dark like
this*'
Her earnest eyes were full o! plead
ing and reluctantly Gordon found him
self weakening. .
"You're a brick." he said, "to be in
terested in me at all. and I'm terribly
grateful—*
"Then do as I say—begin at the be
ginning and tell me."
How do we know but that some
one is in that next room? Do you
know where the other door leads to?”
“Wait a minute.” said June quickly.
“IT1 look in the outer office Mr La
mars confidential clerk may be there.
Don’t move till I come hack."
On her way to the door. June hur
riedly Did her gloves and wrist bag
on Lamar s desk, half-subconsciously
aot.og at the same time, a pair of
handcuffs that Uy there. With a little
shudder she passed them by. and.
slowly opening the office door, peered
cautiously out.
There, with his back to her, sat
Gage, the confidential clerk, busily
writing and serenely unconscious that
anyone was looking at him. June soft
ly closed and locked the door.
Gordon gave a nervous glance
around then began:
“The whole thing, in a nutshell, is
tMa
' The Farwell corporation retained
me ao that they might 'legally' defraud
their employees of co-operative profits.
1 “When I found what they were up
to. I rebelled and tried to expose the
K2S77- - Max " 1 |
Deftly Snapped on the Handcuffs.
crooked deal—so o! course they've had
it is for me ever since.
There was only one thing to do—to
tall the workers about it—the men
who had expected to he profit-sharers
and were dupes instead. So 1 got a
crowd of them in the courtyard one
day and told them the whole thing.
'Some of 'em believed me. most of
them didn't—or at least, were doubt
ful. In th*- middle of it. the watchman
and a pioiolmen or two came to see
what it war all about, broke up the
*rr .»■?• wius a!«tt sticks, and pushed
’ me off, threatening me with arrest for
starting a riot. You see. I was help
less. The corporation blocked me,”
muttered Gordon, bitterly. “Then,
not content with that, they ruined me
financially.
“One day. J was in my office, when
Farwell rang me up. T want to see
you at once.' he said. ‘\Ve are wrong
and we’ll surrender.’
"It didn't take me long to hang up
the receiver, get my hat and hurry
over to his office. There he was. the
grinning hypocrite, greeting me as if
I were a long lost friend. He waved
me to a chair, and then took cut a pa
per and placed it airily cn a desk fear,
and told me to read it. All the time
he kept one hand cn the thing, but I,
like a fool, thought uothing of that—I
was idiot enough to believe he was act
ing in good faith! ,
“This is what the hound told me to
read." went on Gordon: ‘The Farwell
corporation, through its attorney,
Charles Gordon, hereby rescinds its
recent action of withholding co-opera
tive profits.’
"There was a blank space left for
me to sign. and. like a dub, I signed it.
Farwell picked it up and looked at it.
Then the smiling mask dropped from
his face. It grew all hard and cold.
“For a minute. I didn’t understand
the change. Then I saw the trick.
Farwell had two pieces of paper, clev
erly fastened, one above the other, just
h avins room at the foot of the under
one for my signature While 1 thought
I was signing the upper one, it was
really the lower paper 1 was pinning
my name to—irrevocably!
Farwell crumpled the upper paper—
the one I had thought 1 was signing—
put it in his ash tray, and set fire to it.
He held the other paper out for me to
read and at the same time he demand
ed that 1 produce the securities in
trusted to me!’ This is what 1 had
'igr.ed my name to:
“’July 1. Received from the Farwell
corporation this date, $75,000 of said
corporation's bonds, to be held in trust
by the undersigned until called for by
the said corporation. Signed Charles
Gordon. Witnessed by Silas Farwell!’
"For a minute 1 was too dazed to do
anything. But Farwell wasn’t. He
rang his bell, and in came a plain
clothes man and a policeman.
■'Harwell promptly ordered them to
arrest me. on an embezzlement
charge."
T think I went mad. I snatched at
the paper, but I couldn’t get it for
[ Harwell jammed it into the inside
| pocket of his coat. I grabbed him. I
was bound I would get the paper or
choke him. We had it hot and heavy
for a few minutes. But of course 1
hadn't a show—three against one—1
was a rat in a trap, nothing more.”
“The miserable sneak!” said June.
"I was lacing a charge of embez
zlement through that double-paper
trick of Farwell's, and I knew it. But
the police were decent enough to let
me go to my office for a moment.
Luckily, they* hadn't handcuffed me.
I went to my desk, and the men stayed
at the tack of the room.
"While I was fussing about my desk
I hit upon an idea. With one eye on
the men. I slowly unscrewed the in
candescent globe from my desk lamp,
and tossed it against the rear wall—
their backs were toward it. It
smashed, cf course, and at the smash
they both turned to see what caused
the noise. In that instant I leaped
out of the open window, jammed it
shut, and ran up the fire escape to the
roof.”
“Great!" applauded June, her right
band athrob.
“In a second, the men were after
me, though, tiring their guns, as they
came.
“I cut across the roofs until 1 found
an open scuttle door. 1 ran inside and
closed it. From that on it was an
easy matter to cover my tracks; until
at last I got away clean and found a
hiding place in the shack at Surfton.”
June said nothing, but her eyes were
luminous and thoughtful. Her fingers
were toying with the pair of hand
cuffs on the desk, and suddenly she
picked them up and looked at them.
Then, as her gaze took in her own
hand, her face was suffused with a
rush of color. There was the dread
ed Red Circle, burning all too clearly
against the white flesh.
At that moment someone turned the
handle cf the door leading to the out
er office.
At the sound Gordon raised his head
and met the frightened look in June's
eyes.
"I'm going to give mvselt up, any
way." he said indifferently.
“No! NO!” whispered June ve
hemently. "You mustn’t give yourself
up now! I’m going to help you!”
Then the knock came a second time,
followed Dy a little pause, and after
that the sound of retreating footsteps.
June moved quickly to the hall door
and Gordon followed. June opened
the door and looked out into the hall
—then suddenly drew hack, shutting
and locking the door.
"It’s Gage!” she whispered breath
lessly. “And he’s making for this
door, now!’*
Before the words were fairly out of
her mouth, the nail doo. was t<-*vu A
moment later there was a crash of
splintered glass and Gage peered into
the office through the jagged opening
his determined elbow had made. He
saw no one, however, for the very
good reason that June and Gordon
were flattening themselves against the
wall on the side nearest the door.
Gage then decided to reach through
the opening and unlock the door from
the inside. June, catching a glimpse
of his entering arm, slipped quickly
to the desk and picked up the hand
cuffs, then tiptoed hurriedly to the
door as Gage's hand groped for the
key. An instant more and she had
deftly snapped one of the handcuffs
around Gage’s wrist and with trem
bling fingers snapped the other on the
door knob.
June caught her wrist bag and
gloves from the desk and, signaling to
Gordon to follow her, unlocked the out
er office doer and slipped into the cor
ridor.
As they hurried on—with Gordon a
bit in the rear—June nervously thrust
her right hand into its glove; she
didn't intend to have Gordon or any
one else seo that throbbing Red Cir
cle.
Outside the office building June halt
ed and looked up and down the street
in search of a taxicab. Presently one
appeared and she held up her hand to
stop it. As it drew alongside the
curb she and Gordon got in and drove
away.
“All right, so far," said June. “Xow
for our next move.”
“Look!” exclaimed Gordon, clutch
ing June’s hand, unconsciously press
ing its Red Circle. "Look! There’s Par
well! Farwell, just ahead of us' Good
Lord! He's with Lamar!"
“Don’t worry,” whispered June, re
turning the pressure of his hand reas
suringly. "It's geing to be all right—
couldn’t have happened better! I’ll
get them both, now! I'm going to
jump out and join them, and I want
you to stay in the cab and wait for
me a little way up the street. Or, no,
the park is better.”
Lamar and Farwell, deep in conver
sation, did not notice the sound of
footsteps behind them, and so had no
tossed her wrist bag into the farthest
corner on the hall floor. Then she
hurried back to the anteroom, tore her
hat off and pulled her hair away.
Next she overturned two chairs, one
after the other with a bang, and stag
gered wildly into the private office,
gasping:
“Mr. Lamar! Mr. Lamar! Quick!"
“What is it?” cried Lamar and Far
well in chorus, jumping up and run
ning toward her.
“A man came in,” panted June. “He
snatched my handbag—threw me off!
He's gene!”
Farwell was already in full pursuit
of the imaginary thief, and at June’s
insistance Lamar promptly joined him.
This was just what June was wait
ing for. She ran to the paper-strewn
desk, seized the coveted receipt, gave
it a quick, keen glance, and hid it in
her dress.
Then her eyes on the door, she hur
ried to the safe. Its door was open,
as Farwell had left it, when he took
cut the Gordon papers to show to
Lamar. With trembling fingers she
snatched up a bundle cf bank notes,
stuck those in her dress also, and
started back to her place.
Then she was scourged on by still
another mad impulse. Going to the
table she picked up a couple of sheets
cf plain letter paper, folded them to
gether and tore them into rude circles.
Her eyes gleamed oddly as she picked
up a pen and, sitting down, began to
print something on one of the circles.
Looking over her shoulder at every
other letter, she finished her printing.
Then she put the plain white circle on
the dark blotting pad, got up. ran to
the safe and hung the printed circle on
the knob. With a sigh cf satisfaction,
she went back to the anteroom and
collapsed into a chair, resuming her
air of fright and exhaustion.
During their wild-goose chase Lamar
and Farwell met the returning secre
tary and they all came down the hall
together, talking excitedly.
While they were talking. Lamar,
true to his trade, was looking; so it
was he who found June's bag in the
dark corner of the hall.
“Here’s the bag. anyhow!" he ex
“We Had It Hot and Heavy for a Few Minutes."
idea of June's approach until she came
abreast of them as they reached the
entrance door of Harwell's office build
ing. June nodded and smiled at La
mar. who shock hands eagerly, his
face radiant. Then he turned to Far
well and introduced him to June.
“How do you do. Mr. Farwell?” said
June in her most innocent manner.
"I wish you’d come in with us. Miss
Travis.” Lamar said. ''Farwell is go
ing to show me the Gordon papers—1
want your advice.”
As they entered the office anteroom
Lamar turned to June.
“Can you make yourself comfortable
here for a few minutes?" he asked,
offering a chair. “Farwell and 1 will
go over the preliminaries by cur
selve3, in the inner office—we won't
bore you with unnecessary details.”
June was alone, save for a very
young secretary who was seated at a
desk stamping letters.
"If only that miserable secretary
would go away! ”■ she thought.
Presently he did that very thing.
June jumped up at once. Getting a
chair from the corner cf the room, she
carried it to the door, jumped lightly
up and applied a pair of very pretty
but very curious eyes to the transom.
Lamar and Farwell were seated at
a table. Papers were strewn every
where; but Farwell had separated Gor
don’s securities receipt from the oth
ers and was just in the act of handing
it to Lamar.
“There’s the receipt.” June heard
him say. “It means prison If we can
capture him.”
Lamar let the paper drop to the
table before him. He bated the busi
ness in hand.
June, who loved him, read all this
in his face.
“Here is where l come in again,"
she said to herself.
In a flash she saw how it could all
be done. Jumping lightly down, she
landed on the floor on the tips of her
toes and Blipped out into the hallway.
With a quick look up and down, Bhe
claimed. "The man must have dropped
it when he ran! See what Santa
Claus brought for a good little girl!"
he called to June, waving the bag be
fore her as he entered the office.
“Oh—thank you, Mr. Lamar! I knew
you would find it for me if any mortal
could! I'm a million times grateful to
you!"
"Let me go home with you,” pleaded
Lamar.
‘‘Oh, no. really—I’ll be perfectly all
right by myself, answered June.
“Anyway, I shall insist on taking
you down to the door.”
“All right,” said June, reluctantly.
Lamar stood locking tenderly after
June for a moment, and then he went
back to rejoin Farwell.
As he entered the door he collided
with Farwell. who, wild-eyed and pant
ing, gripped him by the arm and half
dragged him to the table of the inner
office.
“The Gordon receipt’s gene!” he
gasped.
At the same moment, Lamar saw
the white circle—it startled him most
unpleasantly. Then Farwell pushed
liiiu toward the safe.
“See.” he cried, “I'm robbed!
They've taken a bundle of bank notes!
Read this thing!” As he spoke he
nulled the printed circle off the safe
knob and thrust it into Lamar's hands.
What Lamar read was this:
“Tjie money will be put to a good
use by the Circle Lady.”
He was speechless, and couid cnly
stare, wide-eyed, at the paper.
Speaking dazedly to himself, rath
er than to Farwell:
“Suspicion points tc Miss Travis—
but that's impossible! Impossible!”
He sat down and pulled the tele
phoue toward him. He gave the Dum
ber of his own office.
As soon as Gage recognized his
voice, the clerk began pouring forth
his tale about the mysterious woman
who, handcuffed him to the door;
where he might still have been if two
clerks from other offices, hearing his
cries for help, had not come running
in.
“Wait a minute,” called Lamar over
his end of the -wire. “Could you see
who it was that snapped the cuffs on
you ?”
“No,” yelled Gage. “I couldn't see a
thing except a woman’s hand—with a
Red Circle on the back of it.”
Lamar turned white. Then he asked
sharply:
“Any other clue?”
Gage's voice came hesitatingly over
the wire.
“Well," he mumbled, “Miss Travis
called. I showed her into your office
to wait—and then she disappeared.”
Lamar slowly hung up the receiver.
Just as slowly he got up. He stood
thinking a moment, then turned to
Farwell and said, curtly:
“Keep this absolutely quiet until I
investigate. I'll do all 1 can—good
day.”
Meanwhile, June, oblivious to all
the trouble she had caused, made her
way to the park, the coveted receipt
and the banknotes hugged tight to her
breast.
Gordon was still there, though the
chauffeur had wandered onto the grass
somewhere.
As she neared the cab, Gordon
leaned out eagerly.
“What luck?" he said uneasily.
“If I looked as happy as I feel, you
surely wouldn't have to ask,” smiled
June, holding out the receipt.
“Hooray!” cried Gordon, opening the
paper and reading it.
Then he looked at June and the
tears came into his eyes.
“You are a w’onder,” he said in a
low voice. “I can never repay you,
you marvelous girl! How did you
ever get the paper?”
The happy light died out of June's
eyes.
uon t ass rue now i got it, sne
murmured. "The only thanks I wish,
is your silence. You do not know
what I am. Now, you must go, and so
must I; but first, I want you to ac
cept this little roll of money—it may
come in handy." As she spoke, she
opened her wrist bag, and handed
him some bank notes—not those she
had taken from the safe.
‘ I can't take this,” stammered Gor
don. "You have done too much for
me already!”
“You can, and you must,” answered
June firmly. “You don’t know how
much you may need it, nor how soon.”
“Since you insist, we'll call it a
loan,” said Gordon, reluctantly pock
eting the money—“and thank you a
million times.”
With a hurried handshake and good
by June disappeared. Gordon looked
about for his driver, who presently
slouched into view, half asleep. Evi
dently he had found the grass very
soothing and comfortable to his rheu
matic old bones.
“Time to drive on, my son,” said
Gordon. /
“All right, boss.” yawned the driver.
“Jes’ soon's I crank ’er up.-’
Then he ambled around to the front
of the cab and began to turn the
crank. As the engine started to buzz
hopefully, Gordon, still nervous and
on the lookout, saw and recognized a
plain-clothes detective, who was run
ning toward the cab.
It took Gordon barely a second to
leap to the steering wheel, knock the
sleepy driver one side and send
the car forward.
The plain-clothes man was just too
quick for him. however, and managed
to leap onto the running board as the
machine moved otT.
Gordon put the car at full speed,
and thanked his stars that he was
ambidextrous. Steering a bit wildly
with his left hand, he suddenly leaned
out on the other side and struck the
scrambling policeman fiercely in the
stomach. The officer doubled up, but
held on like a mountain goat.
It was a more or less even fight, as
each man had but one arm free, and
neither could use his legs to any ad
vantage.
mere was no cnance ior science;
none for a clean, effective blow. The
fighters beat at each other in futile,
awkward fury.
The cab swirled and cavorted; but
there were no park policemen to be
seen, and the plain-clothes man could
not take time to draw out his whistle.
But he did get out his revolver,
presently, and was about to level it
at his quarry, when Gordon feinted
and drove his clenched fist into his
foe’s throat just below the point of
the jaw.
It was the first good blow of the
whole scrimmage. And it did its work.
The detective reeled backward, trod
on thin air and catapulted into the
road, where he landed on his head
and one shoulder.
There Gordon left him. with never
a look back. His whole thought was
centered upon getting far enough
away so that he might safely leave
the cab without fear of being tracked
down.
Finally, nearing a park entrance, he
slowed to a normal pace, and then
stopped. No one seemed to novice
him. so he got cut quickly, and leav
ing the park, made for the downtown
district.
He still had his hard-won “receipt.'
and he felt that as long as it was in
existence, even though it was in his
own possession, his liberty was more
or less in danger.
Just then he passed by a vacant lot,
and he saw what he needed most—
a bonfire!
Tearing the receipt into tiny pieces,
he threw them on the fire and watched
them burn until every scrap had van
ished into unrecognizable ashes.
Then he gave a long sigh ot relief,
squared his shoulders to the world,
and continued on his way.
la it strange that his thoughts
should turn to June, the girl who had
done so much ior him? Ke would
have been less jubilant if he could
have guessed the new complications in
which she was just then entangled.
After leaving Gordon in the park
June had gone straight home and up
stairs to her boudoir. There were
still signs of the hurried return to
town—an empty trunk, and some ar
tides of clothing lying around; and
she wondered idly what Mary had
been about, not to put the room in bet
ter shape.
June never liked a messy room, sc
she went right on into her "den,” be
fore taking off her hat.
With a sigh of relief, and a smile
she took the package of bank notei
-- - — " i
“His Old Cunning, Sneaking Face
Grinning at Me.”
out of her dress. A dreamy look—i
very sweet look—came into her eyes
as she thought how much good that
money was going to do. In her mine
was a vivid picture of the hard-work
ing men in Farweil's foundry, whose \
"co-operative profits" had been taker
away from them.
"They shall have their money, jus>
the same,” she said to herself. “If i ■
was stealing when I took it, it was ir
a good cause.”
With the dreamy smile still light
ing her face. June stood lost in happj
thought, when suddenly she hearc
Mary's familiar footsteps, and her look
changed to one of alarm.
She thrust the papers into the near
est hiding place—a table drawer, anc
just managed to get it shut as Marj
came in from her own room with hor
ror written in every line of her face.
“Why Mary,” cried June, "what or
earth is the matter with you? Yov
look as if you'd seen a ghost!”
“I have, dearie—I have! It’s worse'r
that! Oh!” wringing her hands anc
crumpling her face up into a mask o!
tragedy. “What will we ever do now
my lamb! We're in such a lot of trou
ble.”
“Now, Mary darling, be calm,” sh«
bade the nurse, "and tell me all aboul
it—I’m sure it isn’t as bad as yov
think—’’
“It is, baby, it’s worse! It’s thal
awful man!"
“What awful man?” June's face wenl
white. “You can’t mean—”
“Yes,” went on Mary huskily, “it’i
him! That 'Smiling Sam’ Eagan w«
thought we was rid of for good’n’ all!’ j
“Not here?” panted June in stark j
terror.
“He's right here in this house—w«
brought him with us! He made Yams
put him into the big wardrobe trunk— 1
and when I started to unpack it. there
he was. with his old cunning sneaking
face grinning at me as sassy as could
be!”
"Good heavens!" cried June, at hei
wits’ end. ’’Will trouble never end!
Where is he now?”
“Up in the attic,” said Mary. “And
I’ve had to feed him and make him
comfortable. I was so ’fraid he’d start
a rumpus.”
“What about mother,” queried June
fearfully.
“Mrs. Travis don’t know a thing, ae
yet. But it's only a question of time
unless we can get him away from here
right off. He isn’t disposed to make
things any easier for us than he can
help, either. I heard a big noise up
there Just now. I guess he stumbled
over something. Then I heard him j
moan—or, maybe, swear!”
“There! Hear that?" cried June
and Mary simultaneously. Then they
clung to each other, expecting, they
knew not what.
*••••••
At thht moment, unconscious of all '
that was going on inside the house, j
Lamar slowly passed by; his head
bent, his face haggard and drawn. He j
had to came there intending to see
June; to face her with the facts; and
to ask her to tell him what she knew
about all the wretched business. But
when he reached the house he some
how found that he loved her too much
to put her to the test.
“Oh, it can’t be—it can’t be,” he
said aloud. “She is as holy as—as my
own mother. She is above suspicion.
As far above suspicion as a saint in a
cathedral. And yet—and yet—every
circumstance points to her as—as_” I
An idea flashed into his mind, elec
trifying him to quick decision.
“Tomorrow!” he muttered, half in
dread, half in triumph, “yea, that is it
Tomorrow will tell! Tomorrow will
prove the truth!”
(END OF 11TH INSTALLMENT.)
PROVED STOVE ALL RIGHT
But This Clerk Will Not Attempt the
Same Method on Another
Bride.
There comes a time la the lives of
aen—and young men at tfiat—when
they do not wish any more biscuits.
Thus it happened that Columbus young
n.rtn who is employed in a bouse fur
lushing store 1ms had his desires sut
, He went to the home of a
superintend the job of erecting a new
range. The job was finished In good
style, hnt the young man was not en
tirely satisfied.
“You know,” he suggested, “I’d like
to be sure that this stove will bake
before I go back to the store. I be
lieve you ought to make up a batch of
biscuit dough and try some biscuits.
If you don't have good luck, then I’ll
see what’s the matter with the stove.”
The young wife said she was entirely
too busy .Ime to bake biscuits,
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Suddenly she rolled up her sleeves and
went to work. In a little while she
hnd a pnn of biscuits in the oven, the
clerk having built a fire in the stove.
After while the biscuits wpre baked.
The young woman set a pound of but
ter and 16 biscuits before the clerk.
“Now, eat those biscuits,” she com
manded. “If you didn’t eat all of them
I will know there is something the
matter with the stove, and you can
take it back to tl}e store where It'
came from.”
U BWl-B, 1
sworn affidavit is given, ate 16 bis
cuits, and now he knows how the fel
low feels who started in to eat a quail
a day and fell down on the task.
Noiseless Car Wheels.
A noiseless car wheel has been de
signed by Edwin C. Madden, formerly
assistant postmaster general, which is
asserted to have a number of impor
tant advantages over the old-fashioned
wheel. It consists of two wheels, one
within the other, and separated from
ftka
lng. The combination takes up all vi
bration and shock, so that the noise is
reduced to almost nothing. Some of
these wheels have been in use on a
trolley line at Portland, Me., for near
ly a year, and the degree of success
which has attended their use has re
sulted in declaring the Invention a
success.
Soldiers Trim Hats.
Hat trimming is not generally re
quired of young soldiers who go to
££0,^4^—feul.llm at
the Canadian sports day at Grasmead •
Meadow, near Orpington, Kent, proved
themselves so talented in the handi
craft that after the victory is won, in
stead of going back to the land, some
of them may set np millinery estab
lishments in Canadian towns, equal to
any branch of the famous Maison
Lewis of New York, London and Par
is.—Toronto Globe.
Alibi for Wide.
Cop—‘‘What hit you?” Victim—“An
automobile. Mv \yifes at the shore."
Helpful
ealth
INTS
Choose an agree
able diet
Keep the digestior
normal
See that the livei
is active, and
The bowels always
regular
Should weakness develop, TR>
HOSTETTER’S
Stomach Bitters
Barred.
The shade of the man who gouged
tht poor by selling adulterated food
at high prices when lie was on earth
stood shivering before the |K:ir
gates.
“I thought I ordered you to go down
below,” said St. Peter.
“I did,” replied the shade. “But Su
tan wouldn't let me in. IB said I
wasn't the sort of person his friend
and boarders cared to associate rsrii
1 LIFT YOUR CORNS r
♦ OFF WITH FINGERS j
I How to loosen a tender com j
; or callus so it lifts out
| without pain.
Let folks step on your feet hereaft.
wear shoes a size smaller if you ttfc
for corns will never again send electn
sparks of pain through you, according
to this Cincinnati authority.
He says that a few drops of a drng
ealled freezone, applied directly up. m
a tender, aching corn, instantly re
lieves soreness, and soon the entire
com, root and all, lifts right out.
This drug dries at once and simply
shrivels up the corn or callus withour
even irritating the surrounding skin
A small bottle of freezone obtained
at any drug store will cost very littb
but will positively remove every hard
or soft corn or callus from one'-* f«. t
If your druggist hasn’t stocked t.h
new drug yet, tell him to get a sni.-i!
bottle of freezone for you from bis
wholesale drug house.—adv.
So They Say.
“What is altruism, pa?”
“That’s what the various nations are
fighting for.”—Louisville Courier dear
nal. '
Strong Drinks Irritate
Strong drinks like beer, whiskey,
tea and coffee, irritate the kidneys
and habitual use tends to wenken
them. Daily backache, with head
ache, nervousness, dizzy spells and
a rheumatic condition should be
taken as a warning of kidney trou
ble. Cut out, or at least moderate,
the stimulant, and use Doan’s Kid
ney Pills. They are fine for weak
kidneys. Thousauds recommend
them.
A Nebraska Case
bert Fraocy, re
former. Klev
and Pierce St».
-win* V,,K c
I "For quite awhile
9 my kidney3 were
’ disordered arid I had
a weak and lame
back. My back
ached steadily amd
It hurt me to do any
lifting. I was
obliged to get ud
~ » several tlmea at
night to pass the kidney secretions, too
Doan's Kidney Pills relieved me as
soon as I took them and continued ‘
use rid me of ail the ailments. I have
felt fine since.”
Cet Doan’s at Any Store, 60c a Boa
DOAN’S KiSSST
FOSTER-MILBURN CO.. BUFFALO. N. Y.
'
Boschee’s
1 German Syrup
We all take cold some time and every
body should have Boschee’s Herman
Syrup handy at all times for the treat
ment of throat and lung troubles,
bronchial coughs, etc. It has been on
the market 51 years. No better rec
ommendation is possible. It gently
soothes inflammation, cases a cough,
insures a good night's sleep, with free
expectoration in the morning. Drug
gists’ and dealers' everywhere, 25c
and 75c bottles. Don't take substitutes.
Boschee’s |
I German Syrup |
ECZEMA!
Money buck without question a
if HUNT’S CURB fails in the
treatment of ITCH, ECZEMA,
RINGWORM,TETTER orother f
itching skin diseases. Price w. ^
60c at druggists, or direct from /’’In
LI.Richards Medicine Go.,Sherman,Te«. ( /H
Montana 640-Acre
Homesteads
New law just passed. New towns, business
opportunities. Map showing proposed rail
roads, send 35 cents for maps and infor
mation. Address
U«S. Commissioner, Outlook, Monf.
DATCkITC Watson E.Coloinan.Waab
rAIcNTS arMSsSS
,,ROU6HonRATS,^rio^Mi^l£
S^l Lata!
(sAl I STONESopehat?on»
\3l rA LwL-CM Oil) No Gal*
In Back. Side or 8hSSSen^UT«
Stomach Misery, Dyspepsia Colic.
«sll Tr^u. art SssmSMia. fREE
