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CSWRed klberl CtrcleOte 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. KOPYRKHT ill) »T AlURI PAYJON TIRMliNlJ SYNOPSIS. »r. b. J;ri B. rc-n. fr« in a red StrtMswrk on hu Ujie ji w& i*Tm (jr.r m .-a* *■ n BBCer- iua. sissy* 4 1 tin..niiJ. i — > .wni** S» l-S •' • ■> R.-r* J»m and hi* s>.n T«4 an .he «nl> k:u*irii Imi:^ of tin* | Hordt-SM Vlll UK&r. » «I* Ubllbr-c tc tn-wj, JUS * r OQ JlftL. J'HMS TttIV»Sl | •Bd feMT auibrf mrrt Jim a* !*••> 1 jia. wad T> .1 tn- •%- ,ri. NVxl I «*yr ABsr.vr »*,« the »t*Hi Clnle «>n a Worn- | •a s taad BUts de w « rlifcin «1 UtUMBOllile 1 iditr ’ arl«f *!t». ti>e- It-d 4*-r« it*. rul»s J rImai a » «rk Mtn. Juimt * nurse. » iifiaurt isrT |* C?t klKi l*il* ik*Z ftl.f 1 * ' “Orr■; Jl«: «" dwu«.:*irr. though Mrs : » ■. m* hot kcd». Miry tri< kt I-a.- • mi I a—r . i> t» M9mii:!ix Swm." JlsnV * odd rrtar pirtmt Henl lMi i iif Hum Aim* 1*. *.**"*?.- « ’ *J! li*r. Lit ut b!w tier la«k !*• town. - *fp« bwr with the Jewel* a :«! a!* * ter jte.tf.tttf S*±ni On the of .t « UfT * fmrwu-1 4 pursued eng-ig*- in deadly • omb!u Gpf Joii. * fugitive. res**-ue» Ln u.u. Ji n* ’ turn wave* <ior«l«>n from j trrtr ii*r. r «: Ham »rrs i?.e Kel Circle . Mi Jure* liiind t * II* f**-r he knows her. • Rr.« |h«dpB G* ♦ i • ■ U‘t » «tr - * «•*•> i.in» t v tv* « v* 1 ar- | wrai Usaf TWELFTH INSTALLMENT LIKE A RAT IN A TRAP Wt.le Mu Lamar was musing in miserable uncertainty over the prob lam of June s guilt or innocence. June . >ww!( was confronted by a problem juite at disheartening and far more pari Iocs. Mary bad told h«r of >-ui!ing Sam” Kagan • presence in ti.e Travis house, and June realized all it might mean in her The man. hidden in the attic •torcroum. held h r fate, her liberty, zi the hollow of his grimy hand. He had seen the Red Circle on her aand He was crafty enough to know how fearful a hold over the girl this aerfe*. gave him. June could b-*r the suspense no cmg. r Impulsively she got to her foot nrd crossed the room toward the hall duor. -Where are you going, dearie," naked Mary In sudden anxiety. "I'm going to see him.' replied June. *1 BUST June had taken off her hat and as •be spoke she was stripping the gloves from h*-r hands. The left gjove came )f first. Then, as the right glove was half removed, its wearer noted tne pulsing Red Circle on her hand. In stinctively she drew the glove over it Meantime Mary had flung herself be .w.'-ti J -lie and the door, exclaiming a horror: "Oh. my dear, my dear' You mustn't! j tin—ba might kill you!" "Kill me?" echoed June, bitterly, j T almost wish he would!" "if you're going there." declared the t valiant nurse, giving up the unequal ! battle, “then I'm going too. I'll keep aim from harming my baby if anyone as" June a step ahead, they emerged Bio the gloomy attic room Mary paused, staring timorously srouad the dismal and cluttered room From an impromptu couch of patched (Wilts and moth eaten pillows, between iwo trunk*, a frowsy head cautiously same Mo view At *.ght of June and Mary he frier-1 pieasantly. got up. stretched The Red Circle Blazed Into View, itoiself and slouched forward to meet "Well, well!” he rumbled, in mock sordlality. "It seems like this is my reception day. Welcome to Castle Eagan, ladies. I'd 'a' spruced up a Mt If I’d known I was goin' to have 'Sam said the girl, facing the grinning fugitive. ‘Tve come here to have you help me." Help youT* repeated Kagan, puz ■led. Yes by 1 saving here." *Oh 1 Nothin’ doing sweetie. t- * "Please!” implored .June. "Please go! Please don't endanger me by staying here. At any moment my mother may lind you're hidden in our house. Yuma or one of the other servants may tell her. And—” That's up to you. ' philosophically answered sam. That's your share of the game. Miss Travis. 1 can't look out for everything.” ' 1 did all I could for you when you came out of prison, penniless and an outcast.” went on June, ignoring his flippancy. "1 gave you help. Now that I'm in such dire peril, won't you please help me by going away and .-uving me from the danger of your pi. nee here.' Every minute you stay in this house is a menace to me. Oh. please go!” ' Go he said argumentatively, and still smiling at her. "Go where? To jail? That's where thev'il stick me if I leave here before this row blows over. And even this dusty old hole and Mary's half-portion food are a whole lot better'n the pen.” ' But you could creep out at night—” "And be nabbed at daybreak. No, thanks. I'll—" "But I'll give you enough money to— "You sure will, miss. I'll see to that. But not till it's safe to sneak out. I n laying low, just now. And you're goin' to help me do it." 'But don't you see what it means to mer pleaded June. "Y'ou can t stay h widen here indefinitely. If my moth er should happen to come up to the attic or—” ' If she does," interposed Sam, al most solemnly, "so much the worse for her." Oh!” cried June in horror. Listen here!” went on Eagan, a note of rough authority in his voice. "Let's you and mo come to a show down. You're goin’ to keep on hidin’ me here and feedin' me and pro tectin' mo; an' when 1 get out. you re goin' to keep me on Easy street. Not because you want to. But b**i ause you've got to. Because if you don't, you know 1 can tell a whole lot of int'r stin' things about Circle Jim Borden's ( rook daughter." You beast!" Ilamed June. “You beast! ” Cut out the snappy stuff!" ordered Sam. "Treat me easy and you'll find rne easy to treat. That's always been my way. But come any rough business with me, and you’ll always find me on hand with a bucketful of trouble. Remember that. So don't call names, any more. Huh!" he rumbled in con tempt. You're a swell one to be talkin’ to me as if 1 wasn't as good as you. Why. you and me is in the same pew. If you think we ain't, just take a look at that!” As ue spoke ne caught her by the right wrist and tore away the loose hanging glove from the back of her hand. The Red Circle blazed into view. June tore herself free from his grasp. Just as Mary sprang forward to rescue her darling from the man. Roth women broke into fierce speech. But Facan's deep voice eas ily dominated and drowned their words of anger. “1 stay right here, my lady," he an nounced loudly. "And you'll see I’m well took care of. If you don't—or if you try to double-cross me. everybody is goin’ to know all about Circle Jim's daughter. Get that?’’ ******* Next morning, June put on a riding Habit, ordered her saddle horse brought to the door ill half an hour, and then shut herself in her own den. Taking from a drawer the big packet of banknotes she had stolen from Farwell’s safe, she counted them carefully. Then she sat down at her typewriter and pounded out a half dozen lines Addressing a large en velope. she put the typed sheet into it and stuffed the sheaf of banknotes in there, too. Sealing the envelope, she thrust it into the inside pocket of her riding coat, and rail downstairs. June turned her horse’s head toward the section of the city where stood the Farwell corporation's factory. It was not a savory neighborhood, at best. And this morning it was even less peaceful than usual. For the bulk of the Farwell employees were gathered in the big yard of the fac tory holding an Impromptu indignation meeting. Silas Harwell's failure to keep his word about sharing with his men the profits of the concern was the theme of their spokesman’s harangue. From the building's entrance, Far well watched the gathering of the men in the yard. He knew well enough what was up. And he scowled, as fragments of the spokesman’s speech came to his ears. At last, as he was about to go into his office, Farwell saw the spokesman and two of his audience detach them selves from the group and walk to ward him. He understood the object of their visit. His right hand slipped into the pocket of his coat, and his fingers closed about the cold butt of a pistol that rested there. The men drew near. At sight of their employer, they halted, glanced at one another, and then stepped up to him, taking off their hats as they came. ‘ Mr. Farwell," began the spokes man, nervously, clearing his voice as he spoke, “Mr. Farwell. we are a dele gation from the hands, chosen—chosen to ask you if you mean to make good on your promise to share protits with us. We—” “No,“ said Farwell, coolly, “I don't. 1 explained that, in the notice I had the janitor tack up on the work room doors. I—” "Then, you rotten crook." roared the spokesman, losing hold of his tem per. "What do you mean to do?" "Just this,” answered Farwell. Before the others could guess his intent, his left fist caught the spokes man. flush on the point of the jaw. and sent him sprawling. The stricken man scrambled to his feet. His two companions at his side, he sprang like an angry dog at Far- ( well's throat. But the three men stopped their rush almost in midair, as the factory owner flashed out the pistol from his coat pocket ami lev eled it at the foremost of them. There was an instant pause; as the assailants blinked irresolutely at the black pistol muzzle and at the coldly murderous eyes behind it. "Go back to your work." said Far- ^ well, breaking the momentary silence. Beneath the menace of the leveled weapon and the dominating gaze of their employer, the triucipoked sheep ishly at each other; "Wien, one by one, turned and shuffled away toward the yard. Farwell dropped the pistol back into his pocket and continued upon his way to his own office. The three delegates returned to i their fellows. The rest of the men i crowded eagerly around them for news f of the interview. "It’s no use." reported the spokes man. “I asked him. and he—” Something white flew through the 1 air. striking him across the eyes and ; then falling to the ground at his feet. > i “Three cheers for Silas Farwell!” shouted the spokesman. The three cheers were given with a thunderous zest. The men came to a halt just in front of the window, shoving forward the spokesman, who still held the bundle of money in one hand and the typewritten letter in another. "Mr. Farwell," he began, "we want to thank you. It was a funny way of sending us our cash, but it was mighty welcome. And I want to apol ogize to you for—” "What are you blithering about?” queried Farwell, in dire perplexity. "And what’s that money you’re shak ing at me? What is—?” "The money?" echoed the spokes man, as a murmur of surprise ran through the crowd. "Why, the co operative profits money, of course. The money this letter of your agent—” He got no further. Farwell reached out of the window and snatched the typed note from his hand. He would have snatched the money, too. but that chanced to be just out of his reach. "Who gave you this?” roared Far well when he could get his voice. "A girl,” answered the puzzled spokesman. "On horseback. Threw it over the fence to me. She rode past, two minutes ago. And—” But Farwell. note in hand, had bolt ed out into the street. He was just in time to see a girl, mounted on a slenderly built saddle horse, turn a corner, several blocks away, and van ish from his view. Alongside the opposite curb lounged a mouitted policeman, chatting with a passerby. Farwell ran across and seized the officer by the arm. "Did you see a woman ride past here a few moments ago?" he de manded. “Why, yes,” returned the patrolman, wondering at his interlocutor’s excite ment. “I did. I didn't take much notice to her, except that she rode mighty well. She’d gotten past me be fore I saw her. Is—?" "She has robbed me,” interrupted Farwell. “Catch her! She turned to Struck the Would-Be Murderer Across the Knuckles. The spokesman looked around him in bewilderment. So did the other men. They had a fleeting glimpse of a girl on horseback, riding away from the board fence that divided the yard from the street. "She threw it at you,” said one of the men. ‘ I saw her. What is it?” The spokesman had stooped and was picking up the white thing that had struck him. It was a large envelope,; very thick. The others pressing close around him in jostling curiosity, lie i tore open one end of the envelope. Out fell a package of big denomina tion bills. A cry of amaze broke from the crowd. The spokesman, holding the money in one hand, stared stupidly at the envelope. He read aloud the typewritten address: "FOR THE EMPLOYEES OF THE FARWELL CORPORATION.” "What the blue blazes—!” he sput tered. Then he saw a sheet of notepaper j sticking half way out of the torn en velope. He drew it forth and, in a voice shaking with wonder, read the ! few typed lines it contained: “Accept and distribute the inclosed I as part payment of your accumulated co-operative profits in the Farwell cor poration—An Agent.” A cheer from hundreds of hoarse throats broke in on his reading. "Come on!” yelled the spokesman, enthusiastically, as he flourished the handful of big bills, "Come on, boys! j Let's go to the boss and thank him. He’s a white man, after all.” Farwell, In his ground-floor office, overlooking the yard, glanced out of tho open window, just in time to see the crowd start toward the building. His hand went to his pistol butt. He thought he understood that uzmnimous movement. Presently, his look of dogged defi ance changed to one of bewilderment. This mob of avengers was behaving most strangely! The men were danc ing along, laughing and waving their caps and shaking hands with One an other. Surely no angry mob would act thus. Just then, the front rank of them caught sight of Farwell standing in the open window. A roar went up. the left at the third corner. She's riding slowly. You can catch up—” His last words were drowned in the clatter of hoofbeats as the policeman put his horse to a gallop. The giri. as she trotted homeward. : heard behind her the hurrying hoof beats of a horse hard-ridden. She glanced back. And she understood. The pursuer was scarce a quarter- | block beliiud. In another few minutes. | at most, ho would overhaul lier. There was also the danger that some other mounted officer, coming from oppo site direction, might cut off her re treat. To her right, only a block aw*ay. ran the park. If she could gain that in safety, she might perhaps be able to give her pursuer the slip, some where in its winding bridle path. As she dashed into the park, she heard him close behind. A quarter mile farther on she could see the outstretched bay head at her knee. The bay crept farther and far ther ahead. And now a blue arm shot forth, as the policeman snatched at her bridle. ; June, driven on by an impulse amaz ingly foreign to her gentle nature, whirled about in the saddle, and with her riding crop "he slashed the offi cer full athwart his red face. Under the hot pain and surprise of the assault, he lurched in His saddle; unconsciously Jerking hie bridle-hand to one side. At the gesture, his bridle wise horse veered suddenly to the right. The rider, unprepared for this light ning-quick shift of his mount's stride, lost his seat and wras pitched head long into the driveway, where he lay half-stunned. On raced June, unpursued. As she rode, reaction set in. She realized that her horse was a-reek with lather and sweat. To avoid inquiry, she rode to the stable by a back way, dismounted there and left the horse with a won dering groom. Then, on foot, she turned her steps toward the Travis house—where Fate crouched waiting^ for her. Decidedly, this was a day of shocks. • •••••• Max Lamar had done little sleeping and much heartsick thinking, during the past twenty-four hours. And now, at iast, he had nerved himself to make the test he had planned—the test which, he believed, would prove to him, once and for all, June’s guilt or innocence. With shrinking heart, but with firm step, he approached the Travis house. And at the same moment, Yama. the Jap butler, was privily conveying “Smiling Sam” Eagan’s late breakfast to the attic. For some occult reason, Sam loved to torment and frighten the dapper little butler. And Yama's vis its to the hiding place were moments of terror to the poor little yellow man. Today was no exception. He set the tray down in front of Sam and started to pour out a glass of wine for him. But Yama's hand shook pitifully, from sheer fright. A spoonful of wine fell on Sam's knee. With a truly terrifying growl Eagan snatched up the carving knife he still carried in his belt and rushed at the Jap. “I'm going to cut my monicker on your measly heart V he snarled. Yama did not pause to see if the threat would be fulfilled. Dropping everything, he fled. Eagan returned the knife to its place, chuckling amusedly at the scare he had given the butler. Then he picked up the bottle of wine and tried to read its label. But the light was dim and his eyes were nearsighted. He went over to the window to get a better view of the label. Close to the pane he stood for an instant, curiously and laborious ly spelling um uie name. And. in that instant. Max Lamar, turning in at the front walk, chanced to look up—and saw him. Lamar halted and stared upward more keenly. But Sam had moved away from the window. Max, with the excitement of a hound on the scent, bounded up the veranda steps. At the top. he collided violently with a little figure that shot out of the front door. It was Yama, still in flight from Sam’s imaginary pursuit. "What's up?” demanded Max. Yama stared, speechless and gasp ing. " What's the matter?” repeated La mar. "Did you see him, too? Were you going for the police?" “Saw—saw nobody!” babbled the Jap, still remembering Sam's threat of what he would do should Yama be tray his hiding place. "Saw nobody. Going for a little walk. I—” “Going for a little hundred-yard dash, you mean,” corrected the per plexed Lamar. “Let me in there. I've just seen—” "Why, Mr. Lamar!” exclaimed a voice from the foot of the steps. Max turned, to see June, in riding dress, crop in hand, mounting the veranda toward him. "Miss Travis!” he said, hurriedly. “I caught a glimpse of a man I'm al most sure was Sam Eagan.” "Really?” asked June, her heart beating fast. “How interesting! Whereabouts?” "In that topmost window of your house. The attic window, 1 suppose. He was—” nai nonsense sne laugneu. nerv ously. “How could he possibly—?” "I must go and look for him.” insist ed Lamar. "That is, if you'll let me. He probably remembered vour good ness to him in other days, and sneaked in here to try to persuade you to help him. Let me go in. please. He mustn't get away from us again." June, too confused to make any pro test. led the way into the house. She was sick with terror. In the library doorway they met Mrs. Travis. She came forward, cordially, to greet I^mar. The crime specialist cut short her salutations by saying, brusquely: "Mrs. Travis, I have reason to think a criminal is hiding in this house. 'Smiling Sam' Eagan, the crook I told you about, down at Surfton. May I search for him?” “Why certainly,” assented the star tled old lady. "But—oh, i do hope you are mistaken, Mr. Lamar! 1 can’t believe—” Max had already started up the stairs. June, dreading to go with him, yet dreading far more to remain in suspense, followed. Mary, who had been crossing the lower hall as I.amar entered, hurried after her. The search of the next floor was merely perfunctory. "He's not down here!* declared the crime specialist at last, in growing im patience. ‘.‘I'm going to try the at tic. How do I get to it?” He was standing close to the door way, as he spoke, the doorway lead ing to the attic stairs. And his strong voice carried every word to the fugi tive above. At the sound, Eagan started to his feet, knife in hand. This attic was no place to be cornered like a rat in a trap. If he could get downstairs, a knife-thrust in Lamar’s body might leave the way free for him to escape to the street. Yes. and that same knife-thrust might siiunce Lamar for ever. If so, he had no fear of the household's women blabbing a3 to who had done the murder. They would not dare. Knife in fist, Eagan tiptoed down the stairs. With his free hand he opened the door a little way, and peeped out into the upper hall. Lamar had just moved from that very door, and was standing with his back to him. only a few feet away, looking about for the entrance to the attic stairs. But June saw the door open. She saw the broad, hideous face, the tight gripped knife. She saw Sam crouch for a spring. She saw him, knife raised, launch bimself at the unsus pecting Lamar. Then, as the man stabbed. June awoke from her daze of horrified inac tion. With a scream she seized Lamar and by main force hurled him to one side and half way around. The knife-thrust missed its mark by the fraction of an inch Lamar whirling, caught sight of his foe. As Eagan's arm went back to stab again Max grappled him. Back and forth across the hail, the two men swayed and lurched in theii fierce wrestle. The shoulder of one of the two close-locked bodies struck j against the attic door, slamming it Smashed the Vase Down on Eagan’ir Head. shut. Chairs were overturned, and the hallway became a bedlam of noise and fury. Sam managed to wrench his knife ' hand free. He lunged murderously j at Lamar's throat. Max was too late I to guard the blow. But he shifted his lithe body to one side. The blade i flashed past it and was buried, half to the hilt, in the wood of the door, j Sam now turned his full attention to I the task of crushing his opponent I with his bare hands. Max merely defended himself, as | best he could. At last he was able tc draw his pistol. But, as he dicl^so. Sam seized the crime specialist's right wrist with both his own huge hands, and exert j ing all his brute strength and weight I twisted Max's hand outward and up ward. No human power could withstand that pressure, so suddenly and skill fully exerted. The pistol leaped from Lamar's opened fingers and fell to the floor. > Mrs. Travis, at first sound of the battle, darted into the nearest room I snatched up a telephone and sum moned police headquarters. It took her some moments to get the connection, because police headquar ters “Central” was just then listen ing to a patrolman's thrilling account of the way Attorney Charles Gordon had come to the chief of police, a lit tle while before, and given himself up to justice—laughing as , he did so. But presently Mrs. Travis was switched from headquarters to the precinct station phone. And in less than a minute two policemen were or their way to the Travis house. Meantime, the fight in the hall had reached a new and mqre vital stage —a skirmish for possession of the fallen pistol. It was Sam Eagan who at last seized the pistol. Despite his enemy's efforts he gradually worked its muz zle toward Lamar's writhing body. The muzzle at last touched Max’! ! side. Sams finger tightened on th« trigger. In the same moment the pis tol spun out of his hand, exploding harmlessly, the heavy-caliber bullet burying itself in the woodwork of the wainscoting. Juno had seen the newest peril ol the man she loved, and with her riding crop had struck his would-be murderer heavily across the knuckles. Sam whirled about to face her. Ae he did so Lamar snatched up a heavy vase from a pedestal and brought it down with all his remaining force upon Eagan’s head. Smiling Sam dropped to the floor like a stricken bull. Max bent over him and snapped a pair of handcuffs on the senseless man’s thick wrists. Then, weak and dizzy and panting. Lamar rose again tc his feet, swaying as he tried to stand upright. "He must have broken in here last night,” he gasped. "Miss Travis, I owe you my life. I—” "Your hand is cut!” cried June. "See, it’s bleeding! Let me bind it up for i you.” The tramp of feet sounded on the ' stairs below them. The two policemen, escorted by the chattering and shud dering Yama, ascended to the upper hallway. At a word from Lamar they picked up the unconscious Eagan and lugged him away between them. Max, still reeling with exhaustion, turned abruptly to June. "Miss Travis,” he said. *T must ask you one or two questions. I would cut off my right arm sooner than aBk them. Hut I must. Everything de pends on your answers.” June forced a smile to her ashen lips. She knew the moment had come. The moment of reckoning, which she so long had dreaded (END OF 12TI1 INSTALLMENT.) WRITES OF JOYS OF PICNIC One Man Seem* to Have the Right Idea of What Outdoor Entertain ment Should Be. I am partial to picnics—the sprend la* of the cloth In the woods or be side a stream—although I ana not avid for sandwiches Hnless hunger press me. writes Charles S. Brook* In the Vale Review. Rather, let there be a sfciilet ot the company and let a fire _-«»rtysl_Nor null a nKnir CPU ■ 'time the da}'. In summer it requires • Imt the late afternoon, with such bor rowing of the night us is necessary ' fur the journey home. You leave the street cur, clanking with your bundles like an itinerant tinman. You follow a stream which on these lower ; stretches, it is sad to say, is already infected with the vices of the city. 1-ike many a countryman who has ■ •ome to town, it has fallen to dissi j iiation. It shows the marks of the ! bottle. Farther up, its course is elean jer, You cross it in the mud. \Vas_lt_ not Christian who fell into the hog be cause of the burden on his back? Then you climb a villainously long hill and pop out upon an open platform above the city. The height commands a prospect to the west. Below is the smoke of a thousand suppers. Up from the city there comes the hum of life, now some what fallen with the traffic of the day —as though nature already practiced the tune for sendiug later her crea tures off to sleep. You light a lire. The baskets disgorge their secrets. Ants and other leviathans think eventually that a circus has come or that bears are in the town. The chops and bacon achieve their appointed des tiny. You throw the last bone across your shoulder. It slips and rattles to the river. The sun sets. Night like an ancient dame puts on her jewels. A Dead Shot. The valor and candid simplicity of our Indian Babu is proverbial. A story goes of one anent the German east campaign, who (in the words of a contemporary) was about the most laconic, competent, dendly earnest sta tion master and marksman combined that ever lived. This is the wire he sent: “One hundred Germans attack ing station. Send immediately one riile and 100 rounds of ammunition.’' Xairdbi (India) Leader. How to Succeed. Believe in yourself; believe in hu manity; believe lu the success of your undertaking. Fear nothing, and no one. Love your work. Work; hope; trust. Keep in touch with today. Teach yourself to be practical and up to date, and sensible. You cannot fail. Remarkable Tibetan Building. “The only building in Lhasa (Tibet) that Is at all imposing is the Potala,” writes Edmund Candler. “It is not a palace on a hill, but a hill—that is also a palace. Its massive walls, its ter races and bastions stretch upward from the plain to the crest as if the grea bluff rock were merely a foundntioi stone planted there." 'THICK, GLOSS! HI FREE FROM DANDRUFF Girls! Beautify Your Hair! Make I* Soft, Fluffy and Luxuriant—Try the Moist Cloth. Try as you will, after an application of Danderine. you eaunot find a sin„.e trace of dandruff or falling hair and your scalp will not itch, but what will please you most, will 1h* after i weeks’ use. when you see new it Hue and downy at first—yes—bm r> Iv new hair—growing a 'I over 11, scalp. A little Danderine Unmet . , v ,„ hies the beauty of your hair. ' ,r, ence how dull, faded, hr scraggy, just moisten a < Danderine and carefully • ■ through your hair, taking on strand at a time. The effect mediate and amazing—your hai i be light, fluffy and wavy, and ha\ appearance of abundance; an ire parable luster, softness and ln\ ance. the beauty and shimmer <>f »r hair health. Get a 2." cent bottle of Knowlto Danderine from any store and p rhat your hair is as pretty and as any—that it has been neglec 1 injured by careless treatment all. Adv. -— —■—— Candor Suppressed. “A person should always t, I solute truth.” “Yes,” replied Mr. f'umrov i | ivhftt am I going to do? The otto fling we got to talking art and ' uieut, and somebody ask, d tin* v 1 ny favorite musical instnimcni - 1 ‘ imd to say ‘violoncello’ or s,,ui. In j tike that. Mother and the _ ns w aever have forgiven me if I le d i right out with the truth and - o J steam piano.’ ” GAVE HIS CANE AWAY! Mr. S. P. Benton. Kerrville. Tc\ - writes: “For several years prio 1906 I suffered from kidney aid rh. i matic troubles. Was bent over at 1 forced to use i cane. For th*~. disorders J am glad to say I Dodd’s Kidn*-\ Fills, which prov.-,1 to be the proper remedy. I am t'.l 1 years old. feel li n e a n d «ei< >• again stand straignr 11s an arrow. ltodd s k noy Pills deserve great erode I sure and get “DODD’S,” tin with the three I>'s for diseased (lered, deranged kidneys; jus; Benton did. No similarly nano will do.—Adv. Inconsistency of Price. “Rentals vary much in this mem house.” “And yet they must he a flat ;■ When it little man wants to insk. 1 impression he wears a silk hat. WOMEN OF MIDDLE AGE Mrs. Quinn's Experience Ought to Help You Over the Critical Period. Lowell, Mass.—“For the last three years I have been troubled with the hlillllLLMIIlllIttlChange of Lite and UIC uou itfllllgs common at that time. I was in a very nervous condi tion, with headaches and pain a good deai of the time s i was unfit to do my iwork. A friend asked me to try Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Com »■ # .. a^uuu, v* ;i x uiu. and it has helped me in every way. I am not nearly so nervous, bo h adacha or pain. I must say that Lydia E. Pinfeham’s Vegetable Compound is th best remedy any sick woman can take. * —Mrs. Margaret Quinn, Rear 259 Worthen St, Lowell, Mass. Other warning symptoms are a sense of suffocation, hot flashes, headaches, backaches, dread of impending evil, timidity, sounds in the ears, palpitation of the heart, sparks before the eyes, irregularities, constipation, variable appetite, weakness, inquietude, and dizziness. If you need special advice, write to the Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confidential), Lynn, Mass. Make the Liver Do its Duty Nine times in ten when the liver is right the stomach and bowels are ngh:. CARTER'S LITTLE A. LIVfcK FILLS gentiybutfirmly pel a lazy liver do its duty. Cures Coin itipation. In digestion, Sick Headache, ILP^ CARTERS ■ ITTLE llVER [PILLS. ana uutreis /trier uaof. SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE. Genuine must bear Signature MICE CARRY DISEASE Kill These Pests By (Mac STEARNS’ ELECTRIC PASTE O. S. Government Buys It SOLD EVERYWHERE — tic and turn Montana 640-Acre Homesteads ,^ew law just passed. New towns. l> . - opportunities. Map showing propose! r. roads, gaud S5 cents for maps and caution. Address U.S. Commissioner, Outlook, Mo*.