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I 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 RrTCHEY.
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SYNOPSIS.
"Or lr Jim" Bor<3«. ran. 1 frc.-i a red
blrtt.tnark us .* hat-.d. hex eervt A his
'•Jiird pri# s t»- 1 *>«;. :n * a !. i rdcn
(hk.'ailuu, always ■■ crir.tniil * ■ orm
Uw Hai Cu It mark. Jim a-.: * son
Tt-j. «!.. tw l> hr. * 1* >r
4to* arc kill-1 Next *1.- Lc-uvr #>-«*
U.t 14t-J T: . . u a W'nmn'f out
Udr a c'.rtwlIM-il .u*ci: •' le Jane,
mark* a writ:. tt<- Ht.I Circle, robs Grant,
a wall • ... S a<• s
oorexw l.er t • • f :.. 1 icil* he! she is "Cir
cle Jtn.'T" Jaugli'. r though Mrs. Travis
don» :.»t kn w Mary trl k* Lamar. La
But lint* "Kmlllnc Sam," Jim's >ld crime*
part nr r s. t t > Surf ton by Smiling tSam.
Ain... I a e-iijr rcl-a the guests »t a ball
laoat follows Let back to town, eap
turrs b.r with t’s and a es after
Smlltnr Sam On the c l*- of a cliff pur
suer and pursued eng se in deadly com
bat Gorour.. a fugitive, rescues Lamar,
and June in turn aavea Gordon from ar
rant Sir.ill:.4 s #T. a the lL-d t’iri le
on June's lair ,1. tell* her lie knows her
ascret and follows her to her city home.
Skn hftpt Gordon to get away, after r<~
oover-og f >r him the t-Tv-.;riii*-» re-e-p?
wrbieh in-rttaina' » him by tricking Far
well ant Lai .r Lamar suapects June
He captures Smiling Sam Gordon gives
himself up.
THIRTEENTH INSTALLMENT
BRANDED AS A THIEF
Lamar tn the midst of the sentence,
rev-led dizzily He would have fallen;
but for June's restraining arm. He
collapsed into the nearest chair.
In a few- minutes he opened his eyes
and sat up straight, still somewhat
weak and shaky, but himself again.
And then he noticed that June was
Mandinr shore him r:. > more, look
ing down at his have face with all
her soul in her big eyes.
Tfc** of t**r brought hack to
Max the purpose of his visit to the
Trans house that day—a purpose that
his Hfe-and death grapple with "Smil
tfig Sam ' Kagan had driven momen
tarily from his mind.
He found it strangely hard to say to
June what he had cozae to say.
Taking hold of bis faltering resolu
tion. Max prepared to get through
with the cruel crdtal as quickly as
possible.
He It# bed from Mrs Travis to
Mary: then, hesitatingly, said;
' 1—1 should very much like to speak
with Miss Travis atone for a few min
utes if yon don t mind You'll pardon
bbt » t: t > ,z. for asking It? It's very
important."
Mrs Travis went through to the
reran ; * K if Mary lingered Just out
aide the library' door and crouched
there tremblingly listening.
Lamar, for an instant, gazed half
frown.ugly at the girl who awaited
the ordeal.
"What a the use"" he blurted out. in
eoh-rently. "you can't know anything
about the Farwell theft—or any of the
rest of the Ked Circle crookedness. I
know you don't. And I wen t insult
you by asking on. Ilesidee—you sared
my life. June dear!”
Still too * *ak to trust himself on h!s
feet, he r-a- : 1 forward impulsively
and caught her hand in his as she
Mood, startled, before him.
June did not try to draw away the
nand he held prisoner. She found her
aelf » iking to her knees beside La
mar's chair. She no longer dared meet
the glow in his eyes lest she lose all
bold over her reserve and tell him ot
her lore.
"1 love you!" lAtcar was saying,
aver and over. "1 love you. June, my
sweetheart Oh. I love you!"
The girl's heart was beating madly. ,
"He loves me! He loves me! The
man I love loves me!"
She could not stir, she could not ‘
•p*ak. Kneeling there her breath
Tried With All Her Might to Snatch
Away the Incri nlnating Hand.
jommg quick and irregularly, she lis
tened
"If you 'rill try to care for mo—Just
ft little, little bit " lie was urging, “I’ll
■pend my whole Ilf© trying to be i
worthy of you; t-ytng to make you
feeppy June—my dirling—tell me you j
tot© me’ Tell me—“
Hia imploring sords fell silent In '
4ie eery tnldtt of a sentence. He had
Startod to raise her little white hand
tft his Ups A* he ltd so. bis eyes for
the first time left her face.
He gtarieod dowro lovingly at the un
raatsting hand h« bad lifted.
And there, oti its satiny surface
hlaz«d ana ihrebbad the hideous Rad
Cfcffs
Hip mouth open, his eyes glazed
with horror, his body frozen into move
lessness. the man stared dully, unbe
lievingly. at the frightful scarlet stain.
The Red Circle was on June Travis
hand. She was the mysterious woman
—the woman in black—the veiled
woman- the Red Circle lady—the In
heritor of Jim Borden's crime-curse!
She—June Travis! It could not be.
Yet—it was!
June had listened spellbound to his j
ardent love-avowal.
But 6he found he was no longer
■ coking at her face. It was her right
hand at which he was staring with
such dumb fixedness. Her own gaze
—dreamy with unspoken love—fol
lowed the direction of his.
She looked down at her hand that
his cold fingers still grasped. And she
saw the Red Circle
With a wordless cry she shrank back
and tried with all her might to snatch
away the incriminating hand from his
clasp. But his grip on it was too
strong.
Slowly, Lamar raised his head. And
now. at last, their eyes met.
"The—the Red Circle!" he croaked.
"You?”
She strove to speak. But her parched
lips refused their duty.
"You!" he gasped, hoarsely. "You!
A—a thief? And you've played with
me—tricked me—used mo as a cat's
paw!"
"No!" she walled. "No! Oh, you
don't understand! i—1 can't explain
—1 didn't mean to—I—I couldn't help
it. 1 couldn't. Oh, Max, for God's sake,
don't look at me like that! I can't
stand it! Don't—Max!”
She was on her knees now, grovel
ing at his feet; pouring out broken en
treaties, hysterical pleas.
"You tricked me!” ne raged. "You
betrayed my trust!”
“No! No!” she wept convulsively.
Oh, Max! I'm not what you think I
am! Or. if 1 am, it isn't because I
■ ant to 1 . God knows how I've fought
- inst it But It's too strong for mo.
if i could make you understand—"
lier voice was strangled with sobs.
Just outside the arch of the library
doorway rouchod Mary—shuddering,
aghast, dreading to go, fearing to
stay.
Peering cautiously around the edge
of the arch the old woman saw the
two stricken lovers. She saw Lamar's
we.lte, drawn countenance staring
blankly into nothingness. She saw
tie set look on his face soften to utter
wretchedness.
Then, as his eyes tell on Junes
crushed figure, the former love crept i
back, unbidden, into the man's visage. 1
And Mary drew a long breath of re- j
lief. This man would not betray her
darling's secret.
Inch by inch his hand crept out un- i
til it rested on June s.
"Don't be unhappy, little girl," he
said, very gently. "I am going to j
shield you. Because I love you, dear.
I-"
ins voice cnokea. June s band stole
Into his. At her appealing pressure
he found words again.
"I want you to marry me. my sweet
heart," he went on. "Marry me and
we ll fight this curse together. Side
by side, with our love to help us, we’ll
win the victory over it."
"Max:" she cried, a world ot grati
tude and longing in her sob-shaken
voice. "Max! You want me to be your
wife, after—after—?”
“Y’es,' he mado answer, very simply.
"Will you marry me?’
She swayed toward him, her tear
stained face glorified by the love that !
shone from it. But before his arms
could close around her. she started
back, pulling her hand away from him.
“No, dear," she said. "No. It can't
be. I—"
"You don’t love me?"
"Love you?” she breathed. "Why,
Max. 1 didn’t think there was anything
on earth so strong as this love of mine
for you. I do love you. You know I
do. I love you too much to be your
wife. I can’t marry you with this
black taint on my life—with this vile
Red Circle burning on my hand."
"But June!” he pleaded, "we will
fight it together. We—”
“1 must fight it alone, ’ she answered
with sad firmness. "And now 1 want to
go, please; while 1 am still strong
enough to help you save yourself. Go.
dear."
"No!’’ he denied, doggedly.
"Best go, Mr. Bamar," advised Mary,
gliding forward into the room and slip
ping her arm around June's heaving
shoulders. "Best go now. She is right, j
She knows. And. anyway, you’ll gain !
nothing by staying. Give ner time to
think."
Max looked from one woman to the
other In puzzled irresolution. Then—
“I will go,” he said, briefly, "but
1 m coming back. And I'm going to
keep on coming back until 1 get the
answer 1 want."
• •••••*
’’Smiling Sam” Eagan opened one !
eye. Then, very cautiously, he opened ;
the other.
Now, with much difficulty, he began
to collect his scattered wits.
Painfully Eagan lifted nis splitting-j
!y aching head from the pillow and
glared around the ward. In the door
way stood a nurse. Chatting with her
was one of the policemen who had car
ried Eagan to the hospital and who
had remained to get a report on the
disabled prisoner’s condition.
Sam feebly beckoned to the nurse.
She came toward him. He muttered
ilsjolntedly:
"I want to—see the chief of police.
Tell him—Important. Red Circle!”
He slumped hack on the cot again
groggy with headache.
Chief Allen had had a busy morn
ing. Charles Gordon, the fugitive at
torney. had voluntarily given himself
up to Justice. The chief had at once
sent word to Farwell. who had come
In haste to police headquarters, to con
front the captive.
Gordon had been searched In Far
well's presence. But no trace of the
Incriminating receipt could be found
on him. And. perforce, he had been
released for lack of evidence to hold
him.
The chief and Farwell were still
sitting In the former’s office at head
quarters discussing the case when the
telephone buzzed.
"This is queer." remarked Allen as
he put back the receiver on the hook.
“ ’Smiling Sam' Eagan was captured
by Lamar today at the Travis house.
Knocked out. He was taken to the
hospital. And now he sends word he
wants to see me. Says It's something
important about the Rad Circle case
I’ll step over there and—”
“Rod Circle!" exclaimed Farwell
“That concerns mo as much as anyone
in town. I'm going to the hospital
with you. if you don't mind.”
They lound "Smiling Sam” Eagan
propped up among a heap of pillows in
his hospital cot.
"What did you want to see me
about?” asked the chief.
"What did I want?" echoed Eagan.
"Oh. nothin’ much. Only to tell you
roved dreamily around the ward where
he chanced to be the only patient. His
glance took in the figure of the guard
ian policeman and then moved on to
the shut door of a clothes closet. He
noted a key in the door’s look.
“Say, old playmate,” he addressed
the policeman, “I wish you’d stake me
to another pillow if you can get hold
of one. My back’s half-broken. Don’t
bother to cal! the nurse. 1 sure do
hate to have women-folks pawin’
around me when I’m sick. There's lot
of pillows in that closet. 1 saw her
take some from there. Toss me'one,
just for luck.”
Goodnaturedly. the policeman
crossed the room to obey the request.
He unlocked and opened the closet
door.
“Why." he began, “there’s no pillows
in here, man. The—”
He got no further. A mighty shove
in the small of the back sent him head
long into the closet Before he could
turn. Sam had slammed the closet
door shut and locked it.
Heedless of the policeman’s frenzied
pounding on the panels. Eagan thrust
his hare feet into his shoes, drew on
his trousers and bolted for the corri
dor.
In the doorway he collided with a
doctor and an orderly, who were en
tering the ward, the nurse at their
heels. Taken unprepared the two men
were not quick enough to stop the fugi
tive He dashed past them, scattering
them to left and to right, and gained
the corridor.
And there—unfamiliar with his sur
roundings—Eagan started in the
wrong direction. Instead of going to
ward the stairway, he ran the opposite
way. And presently he found himself
at the corridor's farther end with an
open window behind him and with no
other means of escape.
Before he could look outward
through the open casement to learn at
"June Travis Is the Red Circle Woman.”
who the Red Circle woman is. That's
all."
“If it’s a Joke—” began Allen.
“A joke?” Sam caught him up
viciously. "Oh, it’s a joke, all right.
And it s on her. On June Travis.”
"June Travis!” repeated Allen, in
credulous.
"June Travis.” cried Farwell. in the
same breath. “I knew it! 1 was sure
of it. But Lamar kept insisting she—”
“June Travis.” declared Sam. speak
ing slowly, venomously. "June Travis
Is the Red Circle woman.”
“I don't believe you.” said the chief,
“June Travis is the Red Circle wom
an.’ doggedly insisted Sam. “Do you
want me to tell you about it or don't
vou?”
“Go ahead,” assented Allen, after a
juick glance at the excited Farwell.
”1 was ‘hiding out’ down at Surfton,”
began Sam. “In a cave on the edge of
the beach. She was standing right
near the cave the other day and I saw
the circle on her hand. I—“
"Your eyes fooled you." scoffed the i
chief. "In the glare of sunlight the—” j
“My eyes didn’t fool me,” reiterated
Sam. ”1 saw it. I tell you. The same- i
shaped mark that used to be on ‘Circle i
Tim’ Borden's hand. I'm givin' you
straight goods. Go and see the circle
m her hand if you don’t believe me.
Ves. and as 1 was watchin’ it that day
1 heard her nurse say the girl was ’Cir
cle Jim’s' daughter.”
The chief, still partly unconvinced.
:urned again to Farwell.
"The man’s telling the truth!” ejacu
lated Farwell. “It all fits in. She’s
:he Red Circle woman. I tell you. I
cnew it all along. I'd have sworn to
t. But Lamar kept putting me off and
ratting me off. Chief, I'm going to the
rravis house. I’m going to have a
ook at June Travi3’ hand for myself.
He stamped out of the ward. The
chief reluctantly followed.
He paused only to order the waiting
policeman to remain on guard over
Eagan. Then he hurried on. catching
jp with Farwell on the sidewalk in
front of the hospital.
Eagan, his work of vengeance done,
leaned back on the pillows with a
placid smile. His bright little eyes
what height he might Oe from the
ground, the two pursuing men bore
down upon him. They seized him,
roughly, and at once they found they
had tackled a man they could not sub
due.
Sam. tearing free, glanced about
for some weapon with whose aid he
could hammer his way past them and
to the distant stairs.
Close beside him on a desk was the
hall telephone. He caught up the
heavy instrument, wrenched it loose
from its green cord and swung it
menacingly above his head.
The doctor and the orderly recoiled
before the wordless threat. But just <
then a new actor appeared on the:
scene.
The rounding ojj the closet door had
attracted the nurse and she had re
leased the imprisoned policeman. And
he came forward, at high speed, yearn
ing to recapture the crook who had so
easily fooled him.
The patrolman was a bom fighter;
and. moreover, ho was smarting for ,
revenge. Without a second's hesitation
he sprang at Eagan. Down went the j
telephone instrument, swung with all
the brute strength of Sam's right arm.
The blow, fairly landing, would have
meant a fractured skull at the very
least.
But the patrolman had spent his boy
hood on the water front. He knew
every move in a rough-and-tumble bar
room fight. And he was not to be
felled like a stupid ox.
He charged at Eagan. Down crashed
the telephone. And, almost in midair, j
the policeman checked his own ad-,
vance; stepping swiftly backward. The j
weapon. Us distance miscalculated,
whizzed harmlessly through the air. j
cutting a path fully six inches in front
of the bluecoat's face.
Before Sam could recover from that
swashing blow the policeman dived in
and grappled him. The doctor and the
orderly crowded forward to re-enforce
the officer’s attack. The nurses
screams were bringing other men on
the run from all parts of the building.
Sam, with the true battling instinct,
realized his peril. There was but one
chance of escape. And he must take
that chance, without stopping to cal
culate its percentage.
Putting all his strength into one tre
mendous heave of body and arms he
wriggled free from the policeman. As
the latter instantly darted at him
again, Sam wheeled around and sprang
out through the open window just be
hind him.
The window was one hundred and
thirty-two feet above the ground. And
beneath it was a cement pavement.
"Smiling Sam" Eagan had fought his
last fight.
He was stone dead before the first
gaping attendant could reach the
[ street and bend above him.
Among those who gathered around
| the shapeless heap was Max Lamar
who. returning from June's home, had
decided to stop at the hospital for a
word with the prisoner. The word was
never spoken.
The patrolman, recognizing Lamar,
hastened to tell him the tale of the
battle; omitting merely his own im
prisonment in the closet.
"The chief had just been here, too.”
finished the officer. "Sam had sent
for him. Told him about the Red
i Circle woman and—”
Max waited to hear no more. Leav
ing the policeman in the middle of a
sentence he set off at a swinging
stride for the Travis home. Clearly,
no time was to be lost.
Mary had persuaded June to leave
the library where everything spoke so
eloquently of the bitter scene with La
mar. The nurse had led the weeping
girl out into the garden. There,
seated beside her on a light rustic
bench, Mary was trying vainly to com
fort her.
And there Mrs. Travis joined them,
eager to talk over the capture of Sam
and to ask what Lamar had had to say
to June in the library. She attributed
the girl's tears to excitement and re
action after the fight in the hall above.
Mary, as best she could, sought to
save June from answering the torrent
of questions and to turn the tide of
Mrs. Travis’ conversation. Presently
something occurred to make this kind
ly effort no longer necessary.
Yama was ushering two men into
the garden. June recognized them as
Chief Allen and Farwell. And her
heart stood still.
“Good day. Miss Travis," began the
chief, awkwardly holding out his hand
as he'spoke. " You'll excuse us for in
truding won’t you? You see, we—”
He paused. June had accepted his
proffered hand. He held her fingeis in
his for a moment peering down at the !
back of the little hand that lay in his j
own. Farwell also stared wolfishly at j
her hand.
But no circle rewarded their keen
examination. The back of June's hand
was white and unmarked.
“What can I do for you, chief?"
asked June, struggling to keep her
voice steady and pretending not to
notice the double inspection of her
hands.
"Well,” stammered the chief, woe
fully at ease, “you see, it’s this way.
Miss Travis: ‘Smiling Sam’ Eagan
wanted me to see you about—about
the Red Circle.”
“I'm afraid I can't be of very much
help to you,” answered the girl, T’ve
heard Mr. Lamar speak about the Red j
Circle, of course, and I read something
about it, 1 think, in one of the papers,
but that's really all 1 know. What did
poor Sam think I—?"
look: snouted Jrarwen, in savage
glee, "look there, chief! Look!"
When Allen had released June’s
right hand the girl had allowed it to
drop, carelessly, on the back of the
bench. Farwell was pointing, excited
ly, at it. The chiefs gaze followed the
direction of the stubby forefinger.
June, with a cry, thrust her hand be
hind her. But not before both men
had seen the Red Circle begin to
gleam through the soft whiteness of
its flesh.
"The Red Circle!” exclaimed Chief
Allen.
He took a step toward the girl. Her
nerve going to pieces, she screamed
and fled into the house. At the chiefs
next step he found himself confronted
by Mary.
The old woman, eyes ablaze, had
snatched up the light bench and was
brandishing it wildly.
"You lay one finger on my precious
baby, Mr. Chief,” she snarled, like an
angry cat, "and I'll brain you with
this!”
The men, unheeding, made as j
though to push past her toward the j
house. She flung the bench straight
across their path. And, in their on
ward scramble, they stumbled over it.
As they gathered themselves up they
saw Mary vanish into the house in the
wake of June. The chief—yelling to
Farwell to watch the house from the
outside—ran in pursuit.
June had fled upstairs. And, half
way up the stairway, Mary was hold
ing aloft a wicker chair.
“You keep back!” she shrilled fierce
ly to the chief. "Keep back or—”
She hurled the chair full at him as
he started to ascend the stairs. And
she fled to the upper landing. There
again, with her bare hands this time,
she attacked him. He gently thrust
to one side the scratching, buffeting
old woman and continued his pursuit.
Fighting every step of the way Mary
dogged the chiefs steps as ho burst
into the suite of rooms that were
June's. They were empty. A window ,
leading out on a balcony stood open.
Allen reached it at a bound.
June, fifteen seconds earlier, had
fled out upon that balcony and thence i
down a lattice to the ground. At the i
very bottom of the lattice Farwell
seized her. I
“I got her, chief!” he called up, ex
ultantly.
Allen and Mary, descending the I
stairs again, had Just rea
den when Lamar arrived a:
A glance told Max his very
fears were justified. He had mi:
the Travis house three nmiuics ;o
late to save the girl he loved.
For one wild moment Lamar pon
dered on the idea of covering both her
persecutors with his pistol while June
escaped. But at once he realized the
suicidal folly of such an act. No, his
—-—---i
The Chief Found Himself Confronted
by Mary.
one way to help her now was by his
wits. The time l'or force had passed.
He advanced calmly toward the
group in the garden. At sight of him
Chief Allen shouted:
“We’ve tracked her down at last
Max, my boy. We’ve—”
“What is it? What does it all mean?’
demanded the bewi.dered Mrs. Travis,
finding voice for the first time.
“It means, madam,” replied the
chief, “that this young woman isn’t
your chiid. She’s a slick crook. The
daughter of old 'Circle Jim’ Borden
Max!” he added, turning to Lamar
“You’ve worked hard enough on this
case. You ought to have some kind ol
reward. I’m going to give you the
honor of making the arrest. Go to it
son.”
Max Lamar moved to June’s side
and touched her on the arm.
“Come, sweetheart,” he whispered
“there’s nothing else we can do now
But I'm going to get you out of this il
it takes my last dollar and my Iasi
breath.”
As they passed Mrs. Travis on theii
way to the street June paused and
held out her arms. Mrs. Travis re
coiled from her as from a snake.
With bent head the girl moved on at
her lover's side. The world—her world
—seemed at an end. She had not the
power to suffer any more. Her brair
and heart and body were numb. She
walked as if in her sleep.
Next morning as Charles Gordor
picked up his newspaper he read, it
big headlines, that the mysterious
“Red Circle lady” was at last cap
tured; that she was a society gir
known as “June Travis,” but that she
was really the daughter of “Circle
Jim1’ Borden.
Silas Farwell, so ran the story
brought a charge of grand larcenj
against her and Mrs. Travis refused tc
help the girl or to have anything to dc
with her. June's old nurse Mary had
used her own savings to provide bat
and had taken June away with her tc
a little apartment in the lower part ol
the city.
The newspaper account was correct
in every detail. Twenty hours earliei
June Travis had been one of the mos!
popular girls and one of the riches)
heiresses in the city. Now, accused
of crime, and homeless, she found nc
friend to help her except the old worn
an who had nursed and petted hei
from babyhood.
Max Lamar, it is true, had done all
that a mortal man could do; yet he
was but a helpless atom in face of the
law's iron power. He had arranged
that June's detention should be as
brief and as little humiliating as pos
sible. Then he had scurried out foi
bail. But before he could return Marj
had provided the needful bond and had
spirited June away.
Now, in the tiny apartment to which
Mary had brought her, the stricken
girl sat alone. The nurse had gone out
for supplies. And June, in her squalid
little living room, had no companion
ship but her own tragic thoughts.
She was still stunned and apathetic
from the terrific blows fate had dealt
her. She sat gazing stonily In front ol
her, self-hypnotized by her dreary
musings.
And. as she sat thus, alone, brood
ing—a strange thing happened. Or if
it did not happen, the dazed girl was
it least certain that it did.
Through the closed door of the room
Mnerged a shadowy figure—a formless,
rague something, that seemed to
gather shape and features as it crept
.oward her chair.
Gradually bending down above her,
he shape became recognizable. It was 1
i thickset man, broad of shoulder,
ieep of chest. The wraith of a man
with leonine head and a shaggy mane
>f white hair—with a rugged, hopeless
ace in which smoldered deep, fiery
>yes.
On the shadowy right hand Hu»t
■eached out toward the girl glimmered
l Red Circle.
The ghost—if ghost it was—was the
fhost of “Circle Jim” Borden!
June sat motionless, staring with
vide, bewildered eyes.
(END OF 13TH INSTALLMENT.)
ALL ADMIRE FAITHFUL MAN
Instinctive for People to Look Up To
and Respect That Kind of
Individual.
It is the faithful average man whom
sre Inevitably look up to and reSIH*' *
In all probability he will go to his
grave without public recognition or for
mal acknowledgment of his substantial
qualities. Vet unwittingly we pay our
tribute to hirn. For whet we remark
that we have known such a man to be
identified with one institution for 10,
20, 25, 30 or 40 years, it is scarcely
necessary to add that he is worthy,
faithful, competent, honest, depend
able, etc., because in our very manner
of directing another's attention to him
we have exclaimed: “There’s a man
for you!"
Or, take it the other way. Have you
not noted the peculiar pride and satis-!
faction with which a man informs you
that he has been employed by the
, same house, or been connected w’ith it,
[ for a long period of years?
_ _i »*
He does not say it in so many words, i
possibly he doesn’t mean to boast, but
just the same he wishes you to under
stand that he has been faithful, accept
able and proficient, and that these are
the secrets of his success—a success
not always accounted in dollars and
cents, but rewarded by the conscious
ness of duty done and confidence re
tained through all the mutations of
time.
He that would be faithful In the oc
cupations of peace must tight—even as
soldiers do. He must fight his own re
bellious spirit and the hosts that would
divert him from the things of his bet
ter nature and the obligations of his
manhood. The temptation to change
is almost irresistible. The longing for
new fields is hard to overcome.
Exterminate the Rat.
Safety from many diseases lies in
the exclusion of rodents, not only from
habitations of man, but also front the
ports and cities of the world. Those
who dwell in rat-proof surroundings
take no plague. The day is past when
the rodent served a useful purpose as ,
the unpaid city scavenger. Rats will
not come where there is no food for !
them. Municipal cleanliness may be
regarded as a partial Insurance
against plague. The prayer that no
plague come nigh our dwelling is best
answered by rat-proofing the habita
tions of man. Modern sanitary science
has evolved a simple and efficient
weapon against the pestilence which
walketh in darkness and striketh at
noonday, and the United States public
health service has put this knowledge
Into practical operation and thus
speedily eradicated plague wherevei
is has appeared in the United States.
Breeding Powers of Oysters.
The breeding powers of oysters are
simply amazing, and it has been com
puted that 1,000 full-grown parents
produce 440,000,000 embryos in the
course of a year. But of these it is
estimated that only 421 individuals
reach maturity, for the mortality i«
enormous, millions being washed away
and devoured by hungry fishes.
I That Knife-Like pi
Have you a lame hack. a<; .:
| and night? Do you f* ! -
after stooping? Are tl.
sore? Is their action lrri .
i you have headaches, I
j rheumatic pains,—feel tin ! ■
| ous, all worn-out? I'se Doan •
ney Pills—the medicine r,
| mended by so many peoph
locality. Read the experlem
follows:
A Nebraska Case
O. K. B". th,
er. Randolph Hnt-1,
Randolph, X e Ij . ,
says: "There were
sharp, darting pah
inrougn in* '
followed by swelling
of my limbs. I vv
all run down a: ■!
had to give up work
I suffered from chills j
and the kidney s f,
cretlons were scant
and painful in pa
sace. After different
medicines had failed
I heard of Doan's
TTMnflu Ptlla THev
restored me to good heo1' '■
since been free frdm kidney t
Cat Dean’s at Any Stem, 60c a Be i
DOAN’S "SEES
FOSTER-.MILBURN CO.. BUFFALO,
Stopped the Cooking.
Mistress—I'd like to kr.
the meaning of nil t!
gry talking downst;
Cook—That was ju
husband, mum.
Mistress—Your lr.isi.and*: '.
me when you came that y
married.
Cook—Well, f wasn’t ?
hut you complained a!
much lovenmkfn' in tin
married one of ’em.
Time it! Pape's Diapeps: j
all Stomach misery in fi.c
minutes.
Do some foods you eat Lit
taste good, but work badly,
into stubborn lumps and cause a s- k
sour, gassy stomarh? N w Mr
Mrs. Dyspeptic. Jot this . a
Diapepsin digests everything. 1 .
nothing to sour and upset you. There
never was anything so safely quick so
certainly effective. Xo difference how
badly your stomarh is dUnrd-.-c 1 >
will get happy relief in hv
but what pleases you nu .
strengthens and r urul e
ach so you can eat your favorite
without fear.
You feel different as soon as 5
Diapepsin” comes in contact w;M.
stomach—distress just vanish
stomach gets sweet, no gases, r.
ing. no eructations of undigec r ;
Go now, make the best in
you ever made, by getting a
cent case of Pape's Diapeps.:
store. You realize in five m :
needless it is to suffer from
tion, dyspepsia or bad stomac„
Living Up to His Name
When the train -topp'd
land Virginia station the North- t .
tourist sauntered out on the l ati- rm.
Beneath a tall pine ..1 a ;•
nial with scraggy bristle-. Tie
ist was interested.
“What do you call that': ' 1..
of a lanky "cracker.”
“Razorback havvg.”
“Well, what is he doing r ig
against that tree?"
“He's stropping himself. :
stropping himself."— 11arj r - M i_
zine.
FALLING HAIR MEANS
DANDRUFF IS ACTIVE
Save Your Hair! Get a 25 Cent Bottle
of Danderine Right Now—A so
Stops Itching Scalp.
Thin, brittle, colorless and s- - .tt
hair is mute evidence of a r . I
scalp; of dandruff—that awful •
There is nothing so destructive t ■
the hair as dandruff. It robs th h r
of its luster, its strength and its v. .
life; eventually producing a fever
ness and itching of the scalp, v !, h
if not remedied causes the lmir r. •
to shrink, loosen and die—th- a the
hair falls out fast. A little Daml. r ::<■
tonight—now—uny time—will surely
save your hair.
Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton's '
Danderine from any store, and after
the first application your hair will
take on that life, luster and luxur :
which Is so beautiful. It will been:,
wavy and fluffy and have the npp* ,
ance of abundance; an Incompam'
gloss and softness, but what v.
please you most will be after
few weeks’ use, when you will
ly see a lot of fine, downy hn:r '
hair—growing all over the >,■ dp. - Adv.
Differs From Bartlett.
Bix—Say, what's the rest «>f that
quotation beginning “Truth is mighty y
Dix—“Scarce," I guess.
Grippy weather
this. Better get a
box of—
The old family remedy—in tablet
form—safe, sure, easy to take. No
opiates—no unpleasant after effects.
Cures colds in 24 hours-Grip in 3
days. Money back if it fails. Get
the genuine box with Red Top and
Mr. Hill’s picture on it—25 cents.
At Any Drug Store
^m.iim
I Ay°‘<* operations. Positive Liver & ritou. »rp -~u
i. ^‘h-Kesalts sure; borne remedy. Wr :** ■ os
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