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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 7, 1915)
-1 , .-.r ...... lata,, r.mwf-furwt, 'm'mfmmw.MinwrisS!! i -. WJ VA:ill4stalrt.Ts.w. f-.sv r t-stei. -, RED PL PUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF I I K i ( i n OioDEDM5T A TALE Of CIVIL STPIfX t RANDALL LUSTPATIONS copyitGHr I M.r.vfrA(7x,j 8YNOP8I8. G Confortcriilii Hr-rKcnnt Wyntt of llio Rlauiilon uitlllery Ih ncnt n u spy to his native county on (ho Un-en Ilrlar by 1rn SH .C.I(I""L w.y,ll "eels n fnouiitnlricer nanied Jem Tiiklnr. Tliry rlilc toKflliiT to hoiiBp hcvotiil Hot HprlnKH. In ttio lioitno wyntt ntiil Taylor input Major I (urn mid, &.. ofNorcn nnil n old nclKlilnir of rwyntt, who in Hutu to 1 whn,, the two 5il.?r lm'.n..' ".". Wyntt brecmiU siisnl .linrUi'V' "n,',M ,l",t 'f'lylor hns iiiiinlLri-il Jlarwoo.1 ami i-huiimmI. Wyntt chiinis t.i iim V: i i?"vn,ry "nl'orm Iip lm with RIS' i ni . (,!'H HWIiy ln ""' "iKht. riiniiliiK ChnfJ t".lVl,".V:."1 ,,f. ''T"I HVHlry, til Sil, L i ''.!'."," 0.H. '''""'If h Uouiennnt Jr .! ?"?' ' Wf'1 " H rnviilry. Iiy iii.-im SLW'V"." "." wlHch he lius li'en pro Znn r nC"'"',1. " ,(,x mlM Miirwodd'H body H.ln.l ...... . '" ! - "" """ V "Willi. I no ?., ih-"nl '" 'iniliimhiMl. Wyntt escapes Bini!i?,(.r''CM ,,rl,,r 'uniry iin.l kim-s i Eh .'"' flm'" N'Tfim Mm wood iilono. irouuces hliiixelf hh l.leutiiiiiint Hnymond CHAPTEn VII Continued. My llpn woro dry, but ! nodded, half earful I inlRlit ho slipping Into Bomo trap, although lior wonla nnd innnnor woro surely Innocent enough. "Wo were acquaintances, not friends," I replied, honlm? tim rnr might cnuao her to chungo the Riibjoct. most or tho boys nmn.wi in ni him. Ho WnH VOrv lilnntmtil In i.... .,.! - --- .... .w illV, 1111(1 nnd a so ondld tlmn. i .,.. ...... wiuoi named Hnymond; ho had dark nair anu eyes." "Oh, yen," 1 managed to ntiRwnr bow desperately alert. "Thero wub nothcr In the china Jam it., i i,. ftlovo." "1 did not learn IiIh first nnmp. hut when 1 heard that n Lieutenant Rnv. Biond was coming hero. I Imtmd It aU;ht bo ho. That waa why I waa bo deeply Interested. It la not hucIi u common nnnio, you know." I mado Homo anawur, and sho Bat tthoro silently, hor fneo turned now to rard tho lire In tho grate. Tho prolllo eld mo In fascination, us I wondered what thoao seemliiKly Innocent ques tions could slfinlfy. Anyhow, let tho truth bo what It may, there was no other course loft for mo, but to keep on with tho deception. I wbb In tho heart of tho euono'a country, In dls culsc, my life forfeit In cuso of discov ery, nnd tho time hud not come when 1 could entrust hor with po dniiRoroua a Eccrel. I Tho wind rattled tho blinds, and tho rain beat heavily nKulnst tho sldu or tho house. Tho thought of venturing out Into tho storm, not knowing whero I could Book shelter, wua not an nllur jing one. Nor had I any oxcusu to urgo lor Immodluto dopurturo; Indeed na a kontloninn und aoldler my duty called jwo (o remain for her protection. Sho (could not bo left ulono In thla deso late house. It waa my steady gazo that roused tho lady from whatever "dream tho flumes of tho grato had ;Iwii hor. Sho turned her head to jwoot my eyes then sat suddonly joroct, tho expression of her foco In- tout, uuuiiKiiiK, us sue staroii do yond mo at the open door. I wheeled (out to look, startled at tho move- mont. A man stood In tho doorway, water streuinlng from his clothes ou'to tho floor. I waa on my foot Instantly, hand gripping my revolver, but bo lore I could whip It from tho leather heave, tho girl had taken tho slnglo top forward, and grasped my sleevo. , "Do not flrol" sho exclaimed. "Ho tts not a fighting man." I The follow lifted ono arm, and atopped forward full Into tho light. Ho iaa a man of years, unarmed, a tall, ungainly flguro, n scruggly board at la chin, and a face llko parchment. Ilia oyos woro two doop wolls, solemn ad unwinking. "Poaco to you both!" ho Bold grave ly. "I ask naught save lire and shel ter." "To thoso you aro welcome" tho girl aaawerod, still clinging to my unn. "You travol alono?" "Even as my master In rags and pov erty, having no placo wherein to lay ,iy head. Tho foxes hnvo holos, tho jfelrds of tho air havo nests you know 'bio, young woman?" "Yob; you aro Parson Nichols." i "An unworthy soldier of tho cross. I address tho duughter of Major liar wood and this young man 7" "Lloutonant Raymond of tho Federal army," alio explained simply, "Ho ought refugo hero from thu storm." Tho nmn'H oyes searched my face, but without cordiality, without expres sion of any kind. Saying nothing ho crossed to tho flreplaco, and hold out his hands to tho warmth of tho blazo. The girl's oyos met mlno almost ques tionlngly. Then sho stepped forward. "Wo woro JUBt completing our meal," he said softly. "Thoro Is not much, but wo will gladly sharo what wo hnvo." "Tho flesh nccdoth nothing," ho an swered, not oven looking around, "aud tho spirit llveth on tho bread of life, I pck only converse with you. Tho young man Is an olllccr?" "Yes on recruiting service" -You know him well? You trust him?" "11 havo not known him long," sho replied hesitatingly, und glancing back at me, "Yet I havo conlldonco In him." Tho man did not answer, or move and, after u moment of sllcuco, she uked- &C TK. PARISH ''T C.DPHODES ( J "Huvoyou ridden far?" "From Leulshurg." "Lcwlsburg!" In surprise "Then you know I was hero? You camo seek ing mo?" Ho turned on his stool, his oyes searching hor faco gravely. "On a mission of ministry," ho re plied solemnly, "nlthough whether It prove of Joy, or sorrow, I nm unablo to sny. I am but an Instrument." Tho mnn'H reluctanco to speak free ly was npparent, and I stepped for wunl. "If you prefer conversing with Miss Hnrwood alone," I Bald quietly. "I will retire." "Tho words I would speak nro In deed or a confidential nature " "No, no!" alio broke In Impulsively, her eyoB of appeal turned toward me. "Do not lonvo us, lieutenant. This man has nothing to say I urn afraid to havo you hear. Ho has not como horo us a friend; thero Is hoiiiu evil purposo In all this, which 1 cannot fathom.:' Sho faced him now, her slender body poised, hor eyes on his. "Tell mo what It Is this mysterious mission? Ayl and who sent you to nnd mo? I will not bellovo It was my father." The minister rose to hla feet, a tall, ungainly llguro, his solemn fnen nn n. Jiresslonlesa ua before, but a smolder lug resentment wnB In his deep-sot oyes. Ho possessed tho look of a fanatic, ono who would hesitate at nothing to gnln his end. To mo ho was oven repulslvo In his narrow uigotry. "No, it was not your father," ho stild almost coarsely, "but It is a part of my mission to bring to you, young woman, tho nous of your father's death." "Death? My father dead?" sho stepped back from him, hor hands pressed ngalnst her oyes. Oboylng tho llrst Instinct of protection, I stepped to supiKiit her as she seemed about to fall. "That cannot bo! You Ho! I know you Ho! y0u wcro never his friend. You como horo to tell mo that to frighten mo; to compel mo to do soniothlng wrong." The mnn exhibited no trnco of emo tion, no evldenco of regret, his volco tho tAiuiti hard, metallic sound. "I expected tills outburst," hu con tinued unmoved, "indeed, It Is no more than natural. Dut I harbor no resentment, and In this hour freely for give nil. 'Ho that taketh tho sword, shall perish by tho sword,' nnd my words aro true." "Hut I saw him four days ngo " "On hlB way east to Hot Springs, with nn escort of soldiers. It waB thero ho was killed, together with hla servant. A messenger brought tho nowB." "A soldier? Ono of Captain Fox's men?" A sardonic smllo lllckored an stant on tho preachor's thin linn In- "No. but equally rollablo; ono of Ned Cowan's mountaineers. Captain Fox la a prisoner, wounded, und hla men mostly dead." A moment sho rested unknowingly ngalnst my arm, her faco covered with her hands. Thero was that In tho mnn's worda and manner which con vinced her that ho spoko tho truth Tho faco sho llnnlly lifted was white and drawn. Tho girl had changed to n woman. Sho stood erect, alone, ono hand grasping tho back of a chair. "You say my fathor Is dend killed." sho Bald, ln steady, clear volco. "Unt bo that ono or tho other, you never camo hero tonight, through this storm, to bring mo such a message nlono! Who sent you, Parson Nichols? What dovlltry Is on foot?" "My dear young lady," ho began smoothly, spreading his hands depro catlngly. "Do charitable and Just. I reallzo that in tho first shock of thus suddenly learning of your father's do mlse. you naturally speak harshly With mo tho past is forgotten, blotted" out, covered with tho mantlo of Chris tian charity. I felt It my duty to break to you this sad news In all possible tenderness." "And you had no other object?" "Certainly not; what other could I possibly havo hnd?" Tho man lied, and I know It; tho suave, soft tones of his volco Irritated mo. Tho girl stood motionless, silent, hor brcnth coming In sobs. Then she turned her hoad Bllghtly, and her eyes mot mine. Tho piteous apjical ln their doptha was all I needed. With a grim feeling of dollght, I took a stop tor ward, and tho muzzlo of my revolver touched his breast. "Now, Mister Preacherman," I said shortly, "wo'll havo dono with this play-acting. Not a move!" CHAPTER VIII. The Jaws of the Trap. If oyes nlono possessed tho power to kill, his would hnvo dono tho deed, but tho faco with which I confronted him was sufficiently grim to innko him real izo tho danger of a movement. Ho gavo back a stop, but my rovolvor pressed his side. "Don't try anything with mo, Nich ols," I said stonily, "you aro either go ing to talk, or die I'll givo you ono cliunco, and ono only. I dcsplso your kind, and will kill you with pleasure Now nnswer mt who told you oi Mujor Harwood's death?" "I hnvo said already; the message was brought to l.ewlsburg by ono of Ned Couuii'b men." "Yes, so you did; but you never re ceived It at Lcwlsburg, Oh, yes. I know something myself. Tho fact Is iou neor came horo tonight from Lcwlsburg. Now are you ready to talk to mo? Oh I you nro! Very well, who sent you Cowan?" I ran my gun muzzlo hard Into his ribs, nnd ho nodded sullenly, his lips drawn back In a snarl. All tho soft palaver had vanished, nnd ho had bo- come a cowed brute. "I thought so; you belong yourself to tho Cownn gang?" "Not not in their deeds of blood and violence," ho protested. "Tho coIIb of my church compel mo to mln Ister to my scattered flock" "Novcr mind that kind of palavor, Nichols, Now what did ho send you for?" I waited, my eyes on his. I could not bco the girl, and daro not avert my gnzo for no much as an instant. Tho mnn wot hla lips, as If they woro parched, and I could percelvo tho nerv ous movement of his throat. "I I don't know." "Don't know what? this Is my laBt call!" "I don't know whether ho la coming, or not." ho blurted out rnluctnntlv. "Ho wns hurt In tho light." "And If ho cannot como himself ho means to send others. What for? What dons ho want of tho girl?" My hammer clicked, and tho man cringing back, read tho atom mean ing of my face. A terrible suspicion surged over me, nnd I was ready to kill. He knew his llfo hung by a hair. "To to tnairy hor," tho words bare ly audible "Not old Ned his son, Anso." I heard tho startled exclamation of tho girl behind me. "Anso Cowan!" sho cried, hor voice full of undisguised horror. "Marry me to that low brute. Did ho over Imagine I would consent, over oven look at him?" I touched her with my hand In re straint, tho rovolver still at tho preach- ers heart. Tho wholo foul plot lay exposed in my mind. "There wns no Intention of asking your consent, Miss Hurwood," I said, satisfied that sho should know all, and faco tho truth. "Thero Is a reason for this desperato act which I do not wholly fathom, but It has to do with tho property hero, and tho feud be tween Cownn and your fathor. If Major Hnrwood bo dead, as this man roports, you arc tho sole heir, and old Ned has conceived tho Idea of marry ing you by force to his Bon. Ho has The Muzzle of My Revolver Touched Hla Chntt. learned you aro feoro alone, nnd unpro tected, and ln this creaturo of his this canting prenchor he has found n fit tool roady at hand to do his dirty work. Is that It. Nichols?" Ho muttered something Innudlblo. "Answer, you black-hearted cur; you hnvo confessed too much to hldo any thing now. How many aro coming with Anso Cownn?" "Maybo a half dozen of tho boys. I don't know; they were talking about it when I left, and thought it was go ing to bo a great lark." "Well, It Ib; you aro finding that out already. When woro thoy to bo hero?" 1 shook him to looson hla lugglug touguo. "They woro to rldo out nn hour after I did." I throw the wretch back Into the chair before tho flro, but held him still cowering beforo tho point of my re volver. Tho dog had told us all h? knew, und thero was a snarl to his thin lips, drawn back and exposing his yellow troth, showing that his only thought now wns rovengo. Any mo ment thnt gnng of rulllnns might ap pear, and I was helpless thero alone to contend ngalnst them. I dared not move, dared not avert my gaze from tho preacher; thero was hatred and treachery lu tho dopths of his eyes. "Is thero a lock on tho parlor door leading Into tho hall?" I asked. "A bolt yes." "Pleaso close and bolt It, nnd thon como back here." 1 heard her turn nnd cross tho room; caught the sound ns sho shot tho bolt, and her light stop again on tho floor. "Now, something to tlo this man with. Wo must bo quick tho tnblo clolh will do! Sweep that clutter of dishes on to tho lloor Good! Now cut mo the cord from that picture." I had no thought of glancing about; I can scarcely conceive oven now that Mill Es nip 'n' I did, yet my eyes must hnvo wan dered an Instant, for Nichols had the wrist of my pistol hand In his grip nnd the revolver went spinning ncross tho floor. There was a moment of llcrcc, breathlesE struggle Tho fellow possessed no oklll, but tho wiry strength of a tiger. I found his eyes with my flst, nnd dazed, his hnnds re leased their grip, and I broko loose, my throat livid from his linger marks. Tho Hap of a gray skirt touched my foco, and a blow fell the mnn went limp under me, his head upheld by tho angle of tho wall. 1 struggled to my knees, still staring at him, uncertain 08 to What hnd nrttlnllv nrnnrroA fitruggllng for breath. Tho girl stood over mo. white-faced, her eyes wldo open with horror, tho remnant of the teapot In hor hand. Suddenly her hands covorod her oyes, the fragment of crockery falling noisily to tho floor. "I I Btruck him," sho sobbed, un nerved. "I I havo killed him!" "No such good luck," I answered, recovering myself, and grasping her hands, so that I could look Into her eyes. "The man Is not dead only stunned by tho Ijlow. Ho will be con scious In a minute. Do not become frightened; you did right, and wo have no tlmo to lose. You hnvo a horse somewhere?" She hesitated, her handB ttlll held In mlno unconsciously. You you mean I am to rldo for Lcwlsburg and nnd you?" "Oh, I must do tho best 1 can on foot. Woil keep together as long as possible. Go, and hurry. Get a wrap, and your rovolver." Sho slipped out of tho room, and up tho stairs, her light steps making no sound on tho soft carpet. I bent over Nichols, and as I touched him ho stirred, nnd opened hla eyes, staring up into my faco "Don't hit mo!" ho whined. "I'm no friend of Anso Cowan." "So you've had enough 1 Then take orders from me." I gathered lu tho picture cord tho girl had dropped on tho floor. His wrists woro big and knotted, and 1 drew tho cord tight enough to make the fellow wince, despite his groans aud pretense at severe suffering. "Go up tho stairs," I commanded sternly, "and keep closo to tho wall. Oh, you can walk all right, my friend, and I ndviso you to do as I say you see UiIb gun?" Tho scowl on his faco was malignant, nnd his oyes glowed llko coals, but ho moved on ahead of mo across tho hall, and up tho carpeted steps. Tho lamp held high ubovo my head ln ono hnnd, sent a stream of light through the black shadows, and rovealcd his every movement. At tho head of the stairs tho girl suddenly nppeared, her face showing white ln tho glow of tho lamp. A brown cape, fastened closely at the throat, enveloped her figure, nnd a cap wan drawn down over her hulr. "What Is It?" she questioned swirtly. "Is thero nny room up hero window- less, and with a door that can bo locked?" Sho glanced about, uncertain. "Why oh, yes! thoro Is a largo closet off my room." "Turn to tho right, Nichols; into that room, whore tho light Is burning. Oh, yes, you will! Kindly open the cloBct door, Miss Harwood. Don't stand growling there. Get ln, I Bay!" (TO nR CONTINUED.) INDIANS IN UNITED STATES How the Red Man Is "Turning Defeat Into Triumph" Increasing Attend- ance Shown at Schools. No longer can It bo said that the only good Indian Is a dead Indian. That statement, born of Ignoranco of tho real character of tho Indian, Is now definitely eliminated from tho list of epigrams by a report of tho census bureau on tho present Indian popula tion In tho United States. Whllo tho roport shows a much low er rate of growth for tho Indian popu lation than for tho white an Increas ing mlxturo of white blood, and de creasing vitality of full-blood Indians, Indicating a tendency to disappear al together, It also shows Increasing at tendance nt school and decreasing Il literacy, an incrcaso In tho percent ago of tho self-supporting and a do crcaso In the number of reservation Indians. While tho roport shows that thoro woro 265,683 Indians In tho Unltod States, oxcIubIvo of Alaska, ln 1910. an Incrcaso of 17,430, or 7 por cent over tho number reported In 1890, thoro aro about 300,000 Indians In this country at tho present tlmo. Among thorn aro to bo found manufacturers, bankers, United States officials, mo chnnlcal engineers, locomotive engi neers, telegraph operators, actors, artists, clergymen, collego professors, physicians, surgeons and lawyors. Tho Indlnn has turned defeat Into triumph. Il has played tho gamo according to tho rules laid down by civilization and has won. On Walking Alone. Now, to ho proporly onjoyod, a walk lng tcur should bo gono upon alono. . . . You must bo opon to all Im pressions nnd let your thoughts take color from what you seo. You ,should bo as a plpo for any wind to play upon. "I ennnot bco tho wit," sayB Hazlltt, "of walking and talking at the samo tlmo. When I mi In tho country 1 wish to vegotnto llko tho country" which Is tho gist of nil that can bo said upon tho matter. Thoro should bo no racklo of voices at your elbow to Jnr on tho mcdllatlvo sllcnco of tho morning. R. L. Stovonson. Fierce Mexican Ants. Thero nro ants ln Moxlco. colonies of which will nttnek a hivo of hoes and destroy it In a night ESCAPES DEATH IN THRILLING MANNER Girl Has Crushed Shoe as Me mento of Exhibition of Pres ence of Mind. Chlcngo. Miss Kdlth Simmons linn a Httlo shoo, crushed Into a shnpoleas mass of leather, that sho can, If asked, exhibit as n memento of her ono nar row oscnpo from death and her great est exhibition of prosenco of mind. Sho Intends to keep the shoe nil ol her life, and If over sho Is in dnngcr of losing courage sho will think of tho shoo and Is certain sho will get oui or nny tight plnco all right. Tho shoo met tho fate that would havo been Miss Simmons' had It not been for hor quick thinking. It was crushed by a flying passenger train near Waukcgan. Miss Simmons, who Is only sixteen years old, told at hor homo of how "I Was Frightened to Death Bho escaped tho grinding wheels. The story was punctuated with shudders of horror. , "I was visiting some friends in Waukekan nnd wo decided to havo a picnic in tho country," Bho snid. "Af ter tho picnic lunch I got lost from tho rest of tho crowd, nnd in search ing for them tried to cross the rail road tracks. "In some way my heel caught bo twejm tho main rail nnd n guard rail I had high ahous on and could not slip ray foot out. so I tried for live minutes to work it loose, but 1 couldn't. s "Then I heard a train whistle. I looked up and only hair a mllo uwaj I saw a train rushing toward me. Foi a second I didn't know what to do. I thought I would surely bo killed Then I forced myself to bo calm, and tho thought enmo to me, 'Unlace that Bhco as quickly as you can. "I was frightened to death that r. my hasto I would get a knot In the strings, but I didn't. It didn't seem raoro than Ave secends beforo I had tho shoo off and had Jumped over to ono sldo of tho tracks. Then the train roared by and made leather mince meat out of tho poor Httlo shoe, Just as It would havo out of me. "I'll bet that engineer never knew how near he camo to running mc down." OH, THE CRUEL, CRUEL MAN Buys Wife First Shoes In Three Years and Then He Burns Them. Chicago. Slowly she approached Judgo La nuy's bench and gently she laid them down. "Cremated," sho moaned, as the tears coursed down her cheeks. "He did It. Ho burned thorn. I tried to Bavo them, but ns you seo they are cremated." "Ho," was her husband, Samuel Heap. Sho was Mrs. Heap of 45C North Carpenter street. Tho odor ol burnt leather reachod tho Judge's noso Two pairs of charred shoes lay on Mt bench. "Thoy were tho first shoes ho boughl mo In throe years," wept Mrs. Heap "and thon ho camo homo In a surly mood and throw tlrem in tho stove" "Sho told mo to," lntorposed Heap. "If Bho told you to Jump in tho lake would you do It?" asked tho court. "Not for her, I wouldn't. I'm through with her forever nnd over I'm going to get a divorce." "Dut llrst of nil you aro going to tho bridewell to work out a flno of $25 and costs," said Judgo La Uuy. "Thank you," replied Heap as If ho meant It. PLAN TO TRAP "MASHERS" New York Police Matrons Help War on Loafers of Both Sexes. Now York. The police matrons will bo sent out on detectlvo duty, accord ,mg to nn announcement from police headquarters, to help enforco tho new vagrancy law designed against men (who annoy women on tho streets The now inw places stroot loiterers of hoth sexes on tho samo footing. Hitherto women were subject to nrrest, nut mon who made remarks to women on tho streets woro ltumuno from arrest unless formal complaint was mado by tho women annoyed. i "fctjjSlSs ZB- fNiH IN STERLING LIVES A GIRL Who Suffered As Many GirU Do Tells How She Found Relief. Sterling-, Conn. "I am a girl of 22 years and I used to faint away every month and was very weak. I was also bothered a lot with femalo weakness. I read your littlo book Wisdom for Wo men and I saw how others had been helped by Lydla E, Plnkham'a Vegeta ble Compound, and decided to try it, and It him mnrln tnn fool like a new girl and I am now relieved of all these troubles. I hopo all young girls will got relief as I have I never felt better in my lifo."-Mts. John Tetiieault, Box 116, Sterling, Conn. Massena, N.Y. "I havo taken Ly dla E. Pinkham's Vegetablo Compound nnd I highly recommend it If anyone wants to write to mo I will gladly tell her about my case I wns certainly in a bad condition as my blood was all turn ing to water. I bad pimples on my faco and a bad color, nnd for flvo years I had been troubled with suppression. Tho doctors called it 'Anemia and Exhaus tion,' and said I was nil run down, but Lydla E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound brought mo out all right "-Miss juavi3A myhes, liox 74, Massena, N.Y. Young.Girls, Heed This Advice. Girls who aro troubled with painful or irregulnr periods, backache, headache, dragging-down sensations, fainting spells or indigestion.should immediately seek restoration to health by taking Ly dla E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Make the Liver Do its Duty t Nine times in ten when the liver is ngni me stomacn ana bowels are right CAKltK'5 LITTLE LIVER PILLS gently butfirmlvc pel a lazy liver to. Co its duty. Cures Con-. tipntion, In digestion, Sick Headache.' and Dittreit AfteY Eating. SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRIC& Genuine must bear Signature PARKER'S HAIR BALSAM A tollft irep&rtlon of mrrtt; lli'lpn to eradicate flAiidrufT. For Reitoriar Color .fid B.autr loCray or Faded Hair J bu. ann ! i.iai uruirciLia. Careful Housewife. Mr. Unison Hurry, Mary, or we'll bo Into for tho play. His Wlfo But 1 can't leavo tho Iioubo mussed up llko this. Mr. Umson Who Is going to seo it whllo wo nro away? His Wlfo It's hard to tell; a bur glar might break lu. Judge. PREMATURE BALDNESS Due to Dandruff and Irritation, Pre vented by Cutlcura. Tho Soap to cleauso and purify, the Ointment to sootho nnd heal. Daily shampoos with Cutlcura Soap and occasional applications of Cutlcura Ointment gontly rubbod Into the acalp skin will do much to promote hair-growing conditions. Saroplo each frco by mail with Book. AddresB postcard, Cutlcura, Dopt XY, Boston. Sold everywhere. Adr. As a matter of fact, tho divorce suit of ono of hor friends usually Interests a woman more than her own marrlod llfo does Why That Lame Back? Morning lameness, sharp twinges when stooping, or a dull, all-day back nclie; each is cause enough to suspect kidney trouble. Get after the cause. Help the kidneys. We Americans over do, overeat anu neglect our ilccp and exercise, and so we are becoming u na tion of kidney sufferers. 72 more deaths from kidney disease than in 1800, is the story told by the 1010 cen sus. If annoyed with a bad back and irregular kidney action, modify the bad habits and use Doan's Kidney PiiU. A Nebraska Case P. D. Qusherd, ciirpcmer, bx r, 15th St., Lincoln, Neb., says: "My;" kidneys woro weakfti anu i liau to get up otten at nlKlit to pass the secre tions. I had rheu matic pnlns In mv limbs and tho kid- n o y sec rations were painful In nassace. Unn. nV Kidney Pills strengthened my kidneys nnd corrected all the ailments. I nev er used a better kidney -medicine." Ct Doan'a at Any Stota. BOe a Bo DOAN'S KPDJiV FOSTER-MILBURN CO.t BUFFALO N. Y. D 1 rir LOSSES SURILY PREVENTED DLAUY trr Cutter'! Blicklta Pllll. Low. rricril. fruh. rtlUllo: preferrxl t Wntorn ilnckiurn. twtuta t LEG! promt vhira other iotlni (ill. Write for booklet and tntlmnnjili. lO.deia Dket. Olacklta Pllll 11.00 (0-deee eU. Ulatllm pun 4 oo 1T.A tnv ln!M-tar. I.itl f-iitt.r'. K..t The euperlorltT of Cultar rroducta U due to ottr IS feart of iperltiutng ln taeelnie and aerumi only, Imlit en Cutter'e. 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