The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, August 23, 1923, Image 2

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The Light of
Western Stars
CHAPTER XIX Continued.
Ills white face loomed over hers.
She closed hpr eyes, lit! mined kisses
upon tier face, lint no more upon her
moutli. On her closed eyes, Jior Imlr,
her cheeks, lier neck lie pressed swift
llpH lips tlmt lott tlielr lire and grew'
cold. Then lie released lier, and, lift
ing and righting her In the saddle, he
Btlll held her arm to keep her from
For h moment Madeline sat on her
horse with shut eyes. She dreaded
the light.
"Now you can't Pay you've never
lieen kissed," Stewart said. Ills voice
deemed a long way orf. "Hut that was
coming to you, so lie game. Ileiu!"
She felt something hard and cold
niul metallic tin tst Into her hand. He
made her Hnri'in close over It, hold It.
The feel of II i thing revived her. She
opened her cs. Stewart had Riven
her hi gun. He stood with his hroad
lireast against her knee, and she
looked up to see that old mocking
tiinile on Ills face.
"Co ahead! Throw my gun on me!
He a thoroughbred!"
Madeline did not yet grasp hs mean-
"You can put mo down In that
quiet place on the hill beside Monty
Madeline dropped the gun with n
phuilderliig cry of horror. The sense
of Ids words, the memory of Monty,
"Now You Can't Say You'vo Never
Been KIsBed," Stewart Said.
the certainty that she would kill Stew
art If she held the gun an Instant
longer, tortured the self-accusing cry
from her.
stooped to pick up the
"You might have saved me a li 1 of
n lot of trouhle," he said, with anoth
er Hash of the mocking smile. "You're
beautiful and sweet and proud, hut
you're no thoroughbred! Majesty
Iluininoiid, utiles I"
Stewart leaped for the saddle of his
horse, and with the Hying mount
crashed through the liii'sqiiltos to dis
uppear. CHAPTER XX
The Secret Told.
In the night Madeline fell
In the morning she was pale
anil languid, hut In a mental condition
that promised composure.
It was considerably after her regu
lar hour that Madeline repaired to her
ofllce. The door was open, nnd Just
outside, tipped buck In a chair, sat
"Muwiiln', Miss Majesty," ho said, ns
he rose to greet her with his usual
courtesy. Madeline shrank, Inwnrdly,
fearing lila old lamentations about
Stewart. Then she saw a dusty, ragged
pony In the yard and a little burro
drooping under it heavy pack. Ilnth
nnlmnls bore evidence of long, Ardu
ous travel.
"To whom do they belong?" asked
"Them critters? Why, Dunn
Mains." replied Stlllwell, with h cough
that betra.ved embarrassment.
"Is Danny Mains here?" she asked,
In suddun curiosity.
The old cattlemnn nodded gloomily.
"Yep, he's hyar. all right. Sloped In
from tlie hills an' he hollered to see
Bonltn. He's locoed, too, ntioi that
little black-eyed hussy. Why, ho hard
ly said, 'Howdy, HIM,' before he tie gun
to ask wild an' eager questions. I took
Mm In to ;"f Honltii. lie's been there
yore'n a naif-hour now."
'.Ui'ld footsteps with an accompani
ment of clinking spurs sounded In the
hull wax, Then a young man ran out
upon tho porch. Ho was a handsome,
frank-faced hoy. At fright of Madeline
lie slammed down Ids sombrero and,
lonplng at her. he possessed himself of
bnr hands. Ills swift violence not only
rdarmed her, but painfully lemlnded
her of something she wished to forget.
THl cowboy bent bis head and
Atr. "t lunula unrt wruus Uuim. umi
when he straightened up he was cry
ing. "Miss Hammond, she's safe nn' al
most well, nil what I feared most ain't
so, thank Ood," ho cried. "Sure I'll
never he able to pay you for all you've
done for her. She's told mo how she
was dragged down here, how (lone
tried to save her, how you spok up
for One an' her, too, how Monty nt
the last throwed his guns. Poor
Monty I We were good friends, Monty
an' I. There's Nels an' Nick an' (."one,
he's been some friend to me; hut
Monty Price was he was grand. He
never knew, any more than you or
HIM, here, or the boys, what Honltii
was to me."
Stlllwell's kind and heavy hand fell
upon the cowboy's shoulder.
"Danny, what's all this queer gab?"
he asked. "An' you're tukln' some lib
erty with Miss Hammond, who never
seen you before. I see you're not
drlnkin'. Come, ease tip now an' talk
The cowboy's line, frank face broke
Into a smile. He dashed the tears
from his eyes. Then he laughed. Ills
laugh had h pleasant, boyish ring a
happy ling.
"Mill, old pal, stand bridle down n
minute, will you?" Then he bowed to
Madeline. "I beg your pardon, Miss
Hammond, for seemln' rudeness. I'm
Danny Mains. An' Houltn Is my wife.
I'm so crazy glad she's safe an' un
harmedso grateful to you that why,
sure It's n wonder I didn't kiss you
"Honltu's your wife 1" ejnculuted
"Sure. We've been married for
months," replied Danny, happily.
"Gone Stewart did It. Ootid old (!ene.
I guess maybe I haven't come to pay
him up for all he's done for me! You
see, I've been In love with Honltii for
two years. An' Oene you know, Hill,
what n way Oeno has with girls he
was well, lie was tryln' to get Honltn
to hnvo me."
Madeline's quick, varying emotions
were swallowed up In a boundless
gladness. Something dnr.k, deep, henvy,
unit somber was flooded from her
heart. Sho hnd n sudden rich sense of
gratitude toward this smiling, clean-
fnced cowboy whose blue eyes flnshod
through tears.
"Danny Mains 1" she said, tremulous
ly nnd smilingly. "If you an as glad
as your news hu3 nintle me If you
really think I merit such a reward
you may kiss me outright."
With a bashful wonder, but with
right hearty will, Danny Mains availed
himself of this gracious privilege.
Stlllwell snorted. The signs of his
phenomenal smile wero manifest, oth
erwise Madeline would have thougiit
that snort nn Indication of furious dis
approval. "Hill, straddle n, chnlr," radd Danny.
"You've gone buck a heap these last
few months, fret tin' over your had
boys, Danny an' Oene. You'll need
support under you while I'm throwln'
my yarn. Story of my life, HIM." He
placed n chair for Madeline. "Miss
Hammond, heggln' your pardon again,
I want you to listen, also. You'xe the
face an' eyes of a. woman who loves
to hear of other people's happiness.
Hesltles, somehow, It's easy for me to
talk lookln at you."
Walking off the porch, he stood bo
fore the weary horse and burro. With
the swift violence characteristic of
men of his class he slipped the pack
from the burro and threw saddle and
bridle from the horse.
He untied the pack and, taking a
small, heavy sack from It, he came
buck u)ion the porch. Deliberately ho
(lumped the contents of the suck at
Stlllwell's feet. Piece after piece of
rock thumped upon the lloor. The
pieces wero sharp, ragged, evidently
broken from n ledge; the body of
them wns white In color, with yellow
veins nnd bars and streaks. StUlwell
grasped up one rock nfter unother,
stnred nnd stuttered, put the rocks to
his lips, dug Into thorn with his shak
ing lingers; then he lay hnck In his
chnlr, head agulnBt the wall, find as ho
gapetl nt Danny the old mulle began to
transform his face.
Danny regarded Stlllwell with lofty
condescension. "Now, HIM, wlint'vo wo
got here, say, offhand?"
"Oh. Lord. Dnnnyl I'm afraid to
say. Look, Miss Majesty, Jest look tit
the gold. I've lived among prospec
tors an gold mines fer thirty years,
au' I never seen the heat of this."
"The Lost Mine of the Padres!"
cried Danny, In stentorian voice. "An'
It belongs to me!"
Stlllwell made some incoherent sound
as lie sat up fascinated, quite beside
"Hill, It was some long time ago
since .ui saw me," said Danny. "I'act
Is, I know how you felt. hecae.Dfi Oene
kept me posted. 1 happened to run
mtos itnnltu, an 1 wasn't gain to
let her ride away alone, when she told
me she was In trouble. Wo hit tho
trull for the Pehniclllos. Honltii hud
dene's horse, an' she was to nieot him
til on the trail. W" got to the moun
tains nil right, an' nearly Mimed for
a few days till Oeno found us. He hml
got In trouble hliiMcIf tin' cvuldift
fetch much with him.
"We made for the crags an built n
cabin. I couiii duwu tlmt duv Uuiiu
sent his horse Majesty to you. Never
saw Oene so broken-hearted. Well,
utter he sloped for the border Honltii
nn' I were hurd put to It to keep nllve.
Hut we got along, an' I think It wns
then she begun to care n little for me.
Once I went to El Cajon an' run plumb
Into Oene. He was back from the rev
olution an' cuttln' up some. Hut I got
nway from him nfter tloln' nil I could
to drug him out of town. A long time
after that Oene trailed up to the crags
nn' found us. Oene hnd stopped drink
In', he'd changed wonderful, was line
an' dandy. It was then he began to
pester the life out of mo to make me
marry Honltn. I was happy, so was
she, an' I was some scared of spollln'
It. Heiio's dog-gone hard to buck
against I I had to give In, an' I asked
Honltn to marry me. Well, she wouldn't
at first said she wasn't good enough
for me. Hut I saw the marriage Idea
was workln' deep, an' I Just kept on be
In' as decent as I knew how. So It
was my want In' to mnrry Honltn my
beln' glnd to mnrry her that made
her grow soft an' sweet an' pretty as
as a mountain quail. Oene fetched up
Padre Marcos, an' he married us."
Danny paused In his nurrntlve,
breathing bard, ns If the memory of
the Incident described had stirred
strong and thrilling feeling In him.
Stlllwell's smile wns rapturous. Made
line leaned toward Danny with her eyes
"Miss Hammond, an' you, HIM Stlll
well, now listen, for this Is strange
I've got to tell you. The afternoon
Honltn an' I wero married, when Clone
nn' the pndre hnd gone, she left me
for n little, nn' when she enme buck
she wore some pretty yellow flowers
In her hair. She snld some queer
things nbout spirits rollln' rocks down
the canyon. Then she said she wanted
to show mo where she always snt nn'
r ulted an' watched for me when I wns
awny. She led mo around under the
crags to n long slope. It was some
pretty tlierc clear an' opsn, with n
long sweep, nn' the desert ynwnln'
deep nn' red. There were yellow flow
ers on thnt slope, the samo kind she
hnd in her hair.
"When I heard the strange crack of
rollln' rocks heard them rattle down
un' roll nn' grow fulnt I was some
out of my hend. Hut not for long. Them
rocks were rollln' nil right, only It wns
the wentherln' of the cliffs.
"An there tinder the crags was a
gold pocket.
"Then I was worse than locoed. I
went gold-rrazy. I worked like seven
teen burros. HIM, I dug a lot of gold
benrln' quartz. Honltn watched the
trulls for me, brought me wuter. Thut
wns how she come to get caught by
Put IIuwc nn' his guerrilla. Suro!
Put lluwe wns so set on dole' Gene
dirt thnt he mixed up with Don Carlos.
Honltn will tell you nonio etaggcrltf
news nbout thnt outfit. .Tu'st novr my
story is till gold."
Dnnny Mnlns got up and kicked back
his chu'.r. Hlue lightning p'enniH
from his eyes ns he thrvit n Wjii1
toward Stlllwell.
"Hill, old pal, put her there 'e me
vour bund," he said. "You were nlwV.vo
my friend.
You bail fnlth In me. Well, ;
Danny Mains owes you, nn' he owes
Oene Stew urt n good deal, an' Danny
Mains pays. I wnnt two piirdners to
help me work my gold mine. You nn'
Oene. Oo fetch him ; nn right here In
this house, with my wife un' Miss
Huiiiniond us witnesses, we'll draw up
u partlnershlp. Oo find him, HIM. I
wnnt to show him this gold, show him
how Dnnny Mulns pays! An' the only
bitter drop hi my cup today Is thut I
can't ever pay Monty Price."
Madeline watched the huge Stlllwell
nnd the little cowboy, both talking
wildly, as they walked off arm In arm
to And Stewnrt. She Imnglned some
thing of whnt Danny's disappointment
would be, of the elder man's conster
nation and grief, when he learned
Stewnrt had left for the border. At
this Juncture she looked up to sen a
strange, yet familiar figure approach
ing. Padre Marcos I
Mention of Pndre Marcos, sight of
him, had always occasioned Madeline
a little Indefinable, shock ; and now, as
he stepped to tho porch, n shrunken,
stooped, und sad-faced miin, she was
The padre bowed low to her.
"Senora, will you grant me audi
ence? It I n matter of great moment,
which you irdght not tare to hae any
one hear."
WondwSngly Mntlellne Inclined her
lend. The padre gently closed one
door and then the others.
"Senoru, I hnvo come to disclose n
secret my own sinfulness In keeping
It nnd to Implore your pardon. Do
you remember that night Senor Stew
art dragged me before you In the
wnltlng-rocxi at El Cajon?"
"Yes." replied Madeline.
"Senora, since, thut night ynu have
been Senor Stewart's wife!"
Madeline became ns motionless ns
-tone. She seemed to feel nothing,
only to hear.
"You are Senor Stewart's wife. 1
have kept the secret under fear of
death. Hut I could keep It no longer.
Senor Stewnrt may kill me now. Ah.
Senoru. It Is very strange to you. You
were so frightened that night, you
knew not what huuucuod. Senor
J Romance
Btj Zane Qreu
Coptjriqht Vnj Harper and Brothers 5S
Stewart threatened inc. Ho forced
you. lie made mo speak the service.
He made you speak the Spanish yes.
And I, Senora, knowing the deeds of
these sinful cowboys, fearing worse
than disgrace to one so beautiful und
so good ns you, I could not do less
than marry you truly. At least you
should he his wife. So I married you,
truly, In the service of my church."
"My Ood 1" cried Madeline, rising.
"Hour me I I Implore you, Senora,
hear me out! Do not leuve me I Do
not look so so All, Senora, let me
speak n word for Senor Stewart. He
was drunk that night. Ho did not
know what he wns nbout. In the
morning he enme to me, mndo me
swear by my cross thnt I would not
reveal the disgrace he hud put upon
you. If I did he would kill me. Life
Is nothing to the Ainericnn vnqiioro,
Senoru, I promised to respect bis
command, but I did not tell him you
were his wife. He did not dream I
hnd truly married you. He went to
light for the freodo n of my country
Senoru, he Is one splendid soldier
und I brooded over the sin of my se
cret. If he were 1 "etl 1 need never
tell you. Hut If he i'ved I knew that
I must some tiny.
"Senoru, I pray you. do not nilsiin
derstiintl my mission. Heyotul my con
fession to you 1 I.ave only a duty to
tell you of the man whose wife you
nre. Hut I tun a priest and I can read
the soul. The ways of Ood are In
scrutable. I am only n humble Instru
ment. You nre a noble woman, nnd
Senor Stewart Is a man of desert Iron
forged anew In the crucible of love.
Qulen snbe? Senor Stewnrt swore be
would kill me If I betrayed him. Hut
he will not lift his luind against me.
I'or the limn hears you a very great
and pure love, and It tins changed him.
To love you above the spirit of the
flesh; to know you nre his wife, his,
never to ho another's except by his
sncrlflce; to watch you with n secret
glory of Joy nnd pride; to stand, while
he might, between you nnd evil; to
find his happiness In service; to wnlt,
with never a dream of telling you, for
the hour to come when to leave you
free lie must go out and get himself
shot! Senora, that Is beautiful, It Is
sublime, It Is terrible. It has brought
me to you with my confession. So I
beseech you In my humble olllco ns
priest, ni n lover of mankind, before
you send Stewnrt to his denth, to be
sure there Is here no mysterious tils
pensntlon of God. I pray you, Senora,
before you let Stewart give you free
dom at such cost he sure you do not
wnnt his love, lest you cast awny
something sweet und ennobling which
you yourself have created."
News of Stewart.
Winded, like a wild creature, Mntle
llne Hammond ran to her room. She
felt as St' a stroke of lightning had
shattered the shadowy substance of
the dream she had inude of real life.
I TJio wonder of Dnnny Mulns' story,
the strange re?rot witn wnicn sue nail
realized her ln.ltmtlco to Stewart, the
nsiwntllnpr secret rj wealed by Padre
Marcos tlwse wero forgotten In the
widen consciousness of her own loo.
Sh Pbomted the thought that knocked
nt tfc gntes of iier mind. With quiv
ering tips slij whispered it. Then she
spoke itlovo:
"T will wy It hear It. I T love
In n nature like hers, where strength
of feollag hnd long been Inhibited as
n matter of training, such a trans
forming surprise ns sudden cnnsrlous
nrss of passlonnte love required time
for Its awakening, time for Us sway.
Hy and by that Inst enlightening mo
ment come, nnd Mntlellne Hnmmontl
faced not only the love In her heart,
but the thought of the man she loved.
Suddenly, ns she raged, something
In her this dnuntloss new personality
took arms against Indictment of
Oene Stewart. Her mind whirled nbout
him and his life. She turn him drunk,
hrutnl ; she saw him nbnndonetl, lost.
Then out of the picture she hnd of
him thus slowly grew one of a differ
ent man weak, sick, changed by
shock, growing sttnng, strangely, splr
Ituully iilterti, client, lonely lllo an
eagle, secretive, tireless, faithful, soft
ns a woman, mini ns iron to entiure,
nnd nt the last noble.
"Oh, It to till terrible!" she cried. "I
nm his wlff. Ills wife I Thnt iwet-
Ing with him the tnurrlnge thtj his
fall, his love, his rise, hi silence, his
pride! And I enn ne7er be anything
to him. Could I be anything to him?
I. Madeline Ilumiiioiiil? Hut I urn his
wife, nnd I love him! His wife! I
am the wife of u cowboy ! That might
be undone. Cun my lovo be un.hine?
Ah, do I wnnt anything undotn1? He
ts gone. Oono! Could he hnvtj piennt
1 will not, dure not think of that. l!o
will come buck. No, he never will come
buck. Oh, whnt sliull I do?"
And on the morning of the next day,
when Mntlellne went nut upon the
porch. Stlllwell. haggard und stern,
with husky, Incoherent word, handed
her u niessago from Kl Cajon. She
read ;
"HI Cnpltan Stewart captured by
rebel soldiers lu flzht ut Axmu Prlctu
TmUTuy. He ra rpihwtev
tfcc federal ranks, fieateacctf V death
Thursday at sunset"
Tho Ride.
"still wcii-r
The old CAcMemnn stood mute be
fore her, staring nt her white fuce, at
her eyes of flame.
"Stlllwell 1 I am Stewart's wife!"
"Sly Ouwd, SIIss .Majesty l" ho burst
out. "I knowed somethln' turrlble wns
wrong. Aw, sure It's a pity "
"Do you think I'll let him be shot
when I know lilui now, when I'm n
longer blind, when I love him?" ihe
asked, with pnsslonnte swiftness. "I
will save him. This Is Wednesday
morning. I have thirty-six hours to
save his life. Stlllwell, send for Link
and the car!"
She went Into her ofllce. Her mind
worked with extraordinary rapidity
and clearness. Her plan, born In ono
llghtiilngllke flush of thought, necessl.
tilted the euro fill wording of telegruini
to Washington, to New York, to San
Antonio. These were to senators, rep
resentatives, men high In public nnd
private life, men who would remember
lier and who would serve her to tlielr
utmost. Never before had her posi
tion meant anything to her comparable
with what It meant now. Never In all i
her life had money seemed the power I
that It was then. If she hud been
poor! A shuddering chill froze the
thought nt Its Inception. Siie dispelled
heartbreaking thoughts. She leitl
power. She hud wealth. She would
set Into operation all the unlimited
means these guvo her the wires und
pulleys und strings underneath the siir- ;
luce of political pud international life,
the open, free, purchasing value of
money or the deep, underground, mys
terious, incalculably powerful lnliu- '
once moved by gold. She could navo
When she went outside the car was
there with Link, helmet in hand, it
cool, bright gleam in his eyes, and with
Stlllwell, losing his haggard misery, i
beginning to respond to .Madeline's
"Link, drive Stlllwell to Kl Cajon In '
time for him to catch the Kl Paso J
train," she snld. "Wnlt there for his ;
return .nnd If any message corner !
from him, telephone It at once to ::ie." i
Then she gave Stlllwell the telegrams I
to send from Kl Cajon and drafts to ,
cash In Kl Pnso. She Instructed him j
to go before the rebel junta, then sta- ,
tioned at Juarez, to explain the situa
tion, to bid them expect communica
tions from Washington ofllclals re
questing nnd advising Stewart's ex
change as a prisoner of war, to offer
to buy his release from the rebel au
thorities. There was a erne.', a muffled sound
bursting Into a roar, and the big cur
jerked forwurd to bound over the edge
of the slope, to leap down the long In
cline, to shoot out upon the level val
ley floor and dlsappenr In moving dust.
Sludellne endured pntlently, endured
for long Interminable hours while hold
ing to hope with Indoinltnble will.
No inessnge enme. At sunset she
went outdoors, suffering u torment of
ncciitnulutlng suspense. Night fell.
She prayed for the sun not to rise, not
to begin ltgshort twelve-hour Journey
towartl whnt might be n fatal setting
for Stewnrt. Hut the dawn did lighten.
swiftly she thought, remorselessly.
Daylight had broken, and this was
Thursday !
Sharp ringing at the telephone noil
startled her, roused her Into action.
She run to answer the call.
"Hello hello Miss Majesty!" came
the hurried reply. "Tills 's Link tulk
ln Messnges for you. Favorable, the
operator said. I'm to ride out with
them. I'll come a-bummlu'."
That was nil. Madeline heard the
bang of the receiver as Stevens throw
It down. Favorable i Then Stlllwell
had been successful. HCr heart leaped
It Hear
Suddenly she became weak and her
hands fulled of their accustomed
deftness. It took her whnt seemed a
thousand years to drfiss. ilrcukfiist
meant nothing to her rxcopt that It
helied her to puss dragging minutes.
Finally a low hum, innuiulng swift
ly to u roar and ending with a sharp
report, announced the arrival of tho
car. If her feet had kept para with
her heart she would have raced out to
meet Link.
Single Devotion.
"Don't they get on well together?"
"I'll say they don't. They have twiu
nuws in church " Ufc
St. Louis smoker
moves into )
second place
"With 405 cans to his credit
Mr. Thurston smokes his
j way towards tho lead
Mr. Byron Thurston of St. Louis li
more than qualified for membership
in tho Edgcworth Club. But his posi
tion in tho championship-smoker class
is not so well established. Mr. Thursi
ton's interesting letter follows:
Hotel Garni, St. Luli, Mo.
' I.trus & Brother Company,
juenmona, va.
I have often heard of great imokars o
onn kind ot tobacco.
t bavo araoked 40S entva of Edi-wort)t
riujt Slice 86c alio without changing.
Maim If .. I.n .( . !..... mJi
' I would bo clad t& hear from yov, I emoke
uiih can ui louncpo in two aaya ana enjoy
very pipeful.
Youm truly,
(Signed) Uyron Thurston.
More than a yoar uro an EdReworth
smoker from Burlington, Vermont,
Mr. II. P. Baldwin, wroto in suggest
ing that ho had smoked more Edge
worth than any other living man. At
that timo ho hud smoked over 1000
cans of tho same size purchased by
Mr. Thurston, distributed over a pe
riod of nearly a score of years.
So while it appears today that Mr.
Thurston is well behind tho leader, if
he c&ntinuea smoking a can every two
days, it may bo only a matter of years
before ho will bo well in advance of
the entire field.
Still, it is a big country and thero
are a lot of Edgcworth smokers. You
can never tell when
n now record will
be hung up to bo
tho envy of all
Edgcworth has
something about it
that holds smokers.
Not tli at every.
ono likes Edge
worth, but
those who do
generally re
main steadfast
in their loyalty
to tho tobacco
year after year.
If you have never tried Edgeworth,
Larus & Brother Company will be
glad to send you free samples of both
Edgeworth Plug Slice and Ready
Rubbed. Then you can smoke a few pipcfuls
and judge for yourself whether or not
the tobacco is as good as a great many
veteran pipo smokers claim it is.
Just drop a postcard to Larus $
Brother Company, 80 South 21st
Street, Richmond, Va., and tho free
samples will bo forwarded to yoq
If you will also include the name
and address of your regular tobacco
dealer, your courtesy will bo appre
ciated. Edgcworth is sold in various size,
to suit tho needs and means of Oil
purchasers. Both Edgeworth Plug
Slice and Ready-Rubbed come in
small, pocket-size packages, in attrao
tive tin humidors and in handy ini
between sizes.
' To Iielall Tobacco Merchants: If
your jobber cannot supply you with
Edgeworth, Laru3 & Brother Com
pany will gladly send you prepaid by
parcel post a one- or two-dozen carton
of any size of Plug Slice or Ready
Rubbed for tho same price you would
pay tho jobberr
How Old Is That Egn7
Eggs hocreftso In density as they
grow oljer. Their age may ho ascer
tained by thvlr spcclllc gravity.
Melt two ounces of kitchen suit In ?
pint o wuter and place the raw eggi
In It, When first laid they will de
scend o the bottom, when one day old
they .vlll almost touch It; when three
duyw old they will swim, nnd when
oldw will float on tho top. 1iic more
the.- project above the water the older
tilt' are. A preserved egg will float
lover than one untreated, as It Is coat
en so ns to make It airtight, thus pre
vwitlng change In the contents. Its
crocking In hot wuter Is not tine to
badness, but to the stune cause the
shell being airtight prevents the es
cape of gases as they expand with tho
beat. New York World.
Quick Learner.
A ninn who believed he knew nil
about parrots undertook to tench whnt
he thought to be u young mute bird
to any "Hello 1" In one lesson.
Going up to Its cage, ho repeated
that word in a clear voice for severa
minutes, the parrot paying not tho
slightest attention.
At the Until "Hello " tho bird
opened one eye, guzed at tho man, nnd
mapped out, "Line's busy." Stray
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Mire Eiteiier
Hot water
Sure Relief
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ssi tsaiiaE DUiU si nsS
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is Fragrant and
Very Healthful
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