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OVER," “SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE,” ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF
THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCHEY.
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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.)
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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*.
