Valentine Democrat. (Valentine, Neb.) 1900-1930, April 25, 1912, Image 2
li * WOMEN AND HEALTH. Women are beginning to realize taore fully that good health is not to be found in the use of cosmetics and face powders. The appearance of health may follow facial treatment , but health itself lies much deeper than the surface. Most important to the health of ev ery woman is regularity of the bowels and digestive organs. The weary eyes , bad breath , frequent headaches , pimples and general air of lassitude , la in most every case due to consti pation or Indigestion , or both. There ' 'I ' are various remedies prescribed for this condition , but the easiest , most pleasant and certainly effective , is a combination of simple laxative herbs with pepsin known to druggists as Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin. This simple remedy is far preferable to harsh salts and cathartics and violent purgative waters that disturb the whole system without affording more than temporary relief. Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin is a tonic laxative , mild in its action , pleasant to the taste and positive in Its effect , strengthening the muscles of stomach and bowels so that after a short time these organs regain the power to perform , their natural func tions without assistance. Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin is sold "by druggists everywhere in 50c and $1.00 bottles. If you have never tried it , write for a sample to Dr. W. B Caldwell , 201 Washington St. , Monti- cello , 111. ; he will * gladly send a trial bottle without any expense to you whatever. THOUGHT HE MEANT FAINTED. The Professor How would you use your foil if your opponent feinted ? The Novice I'd tickle him with'the end of it to see if he was shamming. ALMOST CRAZY WITH ECZEMA "I , the undersigned , cannot give enough praise to the Cuticura Rem edies. I had been doctoring for at least a year for eczema on my foot. I had tried doctor after doctor all tone no avail. When a young girl I sprained my ankle three different times , paying little or no attention to it , when five years ago a small spot showed upon my left ankle. I was worried and sent for a doctor. He said it was eczema. He drew a small bone from the ankle about the size of a match and about an inch long. The small hole grew to about the size of an apple , and the eczema spread to the knee. The doc tors never could heal the hole in the ankle. The whole foot ran water all the time. "My husband and my sons were up night and day wheeling me from one room to another in the hope of giving me some relief. I would sic for hours at a time in front of the fireplace hoping for daybreak. The pain was so intense 1 was almost crazy , in fact , I would lose my reason for hours at a time. One day a friend of mine dropped in to see me. No more had she glanced at my foot than she ex claimed : 'Mrs. Finnegan , why in the world don't you try the Cuticura Rem edies ! ' Being disgusted with the doc tors and their medicines , and not be ing able to sleep at allr I decided to give the Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Ointment a trial. After using them three days that night I slept as sound as a silver dollar for eight long hours. I awoke in. the morning with but very little pain , in fact , I thought I was in heaven. After using the Cuticura Remedies for three months I was per fectly restored to health , thanks to the Cuticura Soap and Ointment I will be sixty-four years of age my next birthday , hale and hearty at pres ent" ( Signed ) Mrs. Julia Finnegan , 2234 Hebert St. , St. Louis , Mo. , Mar. 7 , 1911. Although Cuticura Soap and Ointment are sold by druggists and dealers everywhere , a sample of each , with 32-page book , will be mailed free on application to "Cuticura , " Dept L , Boston , Smart Little Boy. The smart little city hey loved to put conundrums to Uncle Josh and see the old negro's struggles to un derstand , but one day he received a bcna fide answer which is still per plexing him. "Have you got any brothers , Uncle Josh ? " the S. L. B. inquired. "No , honey , " replied the darkey. "I ain't got nary brother , but all my sis ters has. " Look for crosses ; and while it is lair weather mend the sails of the ship. Samuel Rutherford. For rpid , Inactive or disordered liver , take Garlield Tea. All druggists. The man with money speaks the truth. Some men never brag about them selves and don't tolame them. XEOFTHCPIAIPJS By &AMDALL , PARISH- AUTHOR OF"MY LADY OF THE SouTrC * WHEM WILDERNESS WAS Kino ! " ETC.EVC ILLUSTRATIONS By ( Copyright , A. C. McClurg & Co. . 1910. ) SYNOPSIS. \ Jack Keith , a Virginian , now a bor der plainsman. Js looking for roaming war parties of savages. He sees a wagon team at full gallop pursued by men on ponies. When Keith reaches the wagon the raid ers have massacred two men and de- pal-ted. He searches the victims finding papers and a locket with a woman's per trait. Keith Is arrested at Carson City , charged with the murder , his accuser be- Injr a ruffian named Black Bart. A negro companion In his cell named Neb tells him that he knew the Keiths in Virginia. Neb saj's one of the murdered men was John Sibley. the other Gen. Willis Walte. form erly a Confederate officer. The plainsman and Neb escape , and later the fugitives come upon a cabin and find Its occupant to be a young girl , whom Keith thinks he saw at Carson City. The girl explains thit she Is In search of a brother , who had deserted from the army , and that a Mr. Hawley induced her to come to the cabin while he sought her brother. Hawley - ley appears , and Keith in hiding recog nizes him as Black Bart. There is a ter rific battle in the darkened room In which Keith is victor. Horses are appropriated , and the girl who says that her name Is Hope , joins In the escape. Keith explains his situation and the fugitives make for Fort Lamed , where the girl Is left with the hotel landlady. Miss Hope tells that she Is the daughter of General Waite. Keith and Neb1 drift into Sheridan , where Keith meets an old friend. Dr. Fairbain. Keith meets the brother of Hope Waite. under the assumed name of Fred Wll- Joughby. and becomes convinced that Black Bart has some plot involving the two. Hope learns that Gen. Waite. who was thought murdered , is at Sheridan , and goes there , where she is mistaken for Christie Maclaire. the Carson City singer. Keith meets the real Christie Maclaire and finds that Black Bart has convinced her fhat there is a mystery In her life which he is going to turn to her advan tage. The plainsman tells Hope Waite of her resemblance to Christie Maclaire. They decide that Fred Willoughby may hold the key to the situation. Keith finds Willoughby shot dead. Hope is told of the death of her brother. Keith fails to learn what representations Black Bart has made to Christie Maclaire. Hope suggests that in order to learn the secret she must briefly impersonate the stage singer. Dr. Fairbain is in love with Christie Maclaice and Keith induces him to detain her from the stage while Hope goes to the theater where she meets Black Bart , who , thus deceived , tells Hope that General Waite has -suspected his plans and that they must fly. Hope , greatly alarmed , demurs. General Walte appears and says Black Bart has stolen papers from him regarding an Inheri tance. Keith is informed that Christie MpclaL-o's real name'is Phyllis Gale and that she is the half sister of Hope. The latter has been carried away by Black Bart and his gang. Dr. Fairbain avows his Jove for Phyllis and she accepts him. Keith and his friends strike the trail of Block Bart. They find Hope has been ta ken back to the old cabin. The \yilderness cabin is the scene of a fight in which Outlow enemies. CHAPTER XXXV. ( Continued. ) "It's the Indian , " he said grimly , "Sanchez must 'a' mistook him fer one of us , and shot the poor devil. " And Sanchez himself is out yonder on that sand-pit , " and Keith pointed ; chen lifted his voice to make it carry across the stream. "Come on over. Doctor , you and Neb. We've got the gang. Bring that body out there along with you. " The "Bar X" man waded out to help , and the three together laid the lead Mexican outlaw on the bank , be side the Indian he had shot down in his effort to escape. Keith stood for a. moment bending low to look curi ously into the dead face wrinkled , scarred , still featuring cruelty , the thin lips drawn back in a snarl. What scenes of horror those eyes had gazed apon during fifty years of crime ; ivhat suffering of men , women , chil- Iren ; what deeds of rapine ; what ex- unples of merciless hate. Juan Sanchez ! the very sound of the name nade the blood run cold. "Dead or ilive ! " Well , they had him at last- lead ; and the plainsman shuddered , is he turned away. Taking Fairbain with him and has- : ily reviewing late occurrences to him , eith crossed over-to the corral , real- zing that their work his work was lot wholly done until Hawley had > een located. With this quest in mind ie strode straight to the black-beard- id giant who had guarded Hope from Sheridan. "What is your name ? " he asked iharply. The man looked up scowling. "Hatchett , " he answered gruffly. "Well , Hatchett , I am going to ask ou a question or two , and advise you o reply ; ust about as straight as you : now hoy. I am in no mood to-night or any foolishness. Where is 'Black Jarf Hawley ? " "How Ik Jell should I know ? " "You do know , just the same. Per * taps not to an Inch , or a mile , but rou know near enough where he is , nd where he has been since yuu left Sheridan. " "If I do , I'm damned If I'll tell you. " "No ? Well now , Hatchett , listen to ae , " and Keith's voice had in it the lick of a steel trap. "You'll either .nswer , and answer straight , or we'll tang you to that cottonwood In about ive minutes. If you want a chance or your miserable life you answer 3f % We have our way of treating your ind out in this country. Sit up , you rute ! Now where did Hawley go aft- r he left you ? " "To Fort Larned. " "After those fresh horses ? " "Yes. " "He didn't bring them to you ; 1 : now that Where has he been since ? " "Topeky and Leavenworth , " "How do you know ? " "He writ me a note the boss herder irought" "Hand it over. " Keith took the dirty slip of paper be man reluctantly extracted from is belt , and Fairbain lit matches fhile he ran his eyes hastily over the lines. As he ended he crushed the paper between his fingers , and walked away to the end of the corral. He wanted to be alone , to think , to decide definitely upon what he ought to do. Hawley , according to the schedule just read , must have left Larned alone early the day before ; this night he would be camped at the water-hole ; with daybreak he expected to resume his lonely journey across the desert to the Salt Fork. For years Keith had lived a primitive life , and in some ways his thought had grown primi tive. His code of honor was that ot the border , tinged by that of the South before the war. The antagonism exist ing between him and this gambler was personal , private , deadly not an af fair for any others outsiders to med dle with. He could wait here , and permit Hawley to be made captive ; could watch him ride unsuspectingly into the power of these armed men , and then turn him over to the law to be dealt with. The very thought nause ated him. That would be a coward's act , leaving a stain never to be eradi cated. No , he must meet this as His tone was full of good humor , and his lips smiling , yet somehow she felt her heart sink , an inexplicable fear finding expression in her eyes. "But but why do you need to go ? Couldn't some of the others ? " "There is a reason which I will ex plain later , " he said , more gravely. "Surely you can trust me , Hope , and feel that I am only doing what it seems absolutely necessary for me to do ? " He bent down and kissed her. "It will be only for a few hours , and no cause for worry. Good-bye now , until we meet to-night at the water- hole. " The east was gray with coming day light as he rode splashing across the stream and up the opposite bank. She watched him , rubbing the blinding mist from her eyes , until horse and man became a mere dark speck , final ly fading away completely into the dull plain of the desert. CHAPTER XXXVI. The Duel in the Desert. Keith rode straight forward into the sandy desolation , spurring ( his horse into a swift trot. After one glance backward as they clambered up the steep bank , a glance which revealed Hope's slender form in the cabin door , his eyes never turned again that way. He had a man's stern work to do out yonder , and his purpose could not be swerved , his firmness of hand and keenness of eye affected , by any thought of her. His lips compressed , his fingers gripping the rein , he drove all regretful memory from his mind , until every nerve within him throbbed in unison with his present purpose. He was right ; he knew he was right It was not hate , not even revenge , which had set him forth , leaving love behind , but honor the honor of the South , and of the frontier , of his an cestry and his training honor that In. vm-TJ " s\ A vJ . PI4 " 2 > ' ' ' ? The Eyes of the Two Met in Defiance. became a man , and now , now before Hope so much as dreamed of his pur pose aye , and before he spoke an other word of love to Hope. He wheeled about fully decided on his course , his duty , and met Fairbain face to face. "Jack , " the latter said earnestly , "I read the note over your shoulder , and of course I know what you mean to do. A Southern gentleman could not choose otherwise. But I've come here to beg you to let me have the chance. " "You ? " surprised and curious. "What greater claim on that fellow's life have you than I ? " The pudgy hands of the doctor grasped the plainsman's shoulders. "It's for Christie , " he explained brokenly. "She was thp one he tried to run away with. You you know how 1 feel. " "Sure , I know , " shaking the other off , yet not roughly. "But it happen ed to be Miss Walte he took , and so this Is my job , Fairbain. Besides , I've got another score to settle with him. " He wasted little time upon prepara tions a few brief words of instruc tion to Brlstoe ; a request to the doc tor not to leave Hope alone ; the ex tracting of a promise from the two "Bar X" men to return to Larned with the prisoners. Then he roped the best horse in the corral , saddled and bridled him , and went into the cabin. She had a light burning , and met him at the door. "I thought you would never come , j but they told me you were unhurt' j "Not a scratch , little girl ; we have been a lucky bunch. But I have had a great deal to look after. Now 1 shall be obliged to ride ahead as tar | PS the water-hole , and let 3Tou come on with the others a little later , after you get breakfast. You can spare tne j a few hours , can't you ? " i drove him now to meet Hawley face to face , man to man , to settle the feud between them for all time. And he rode smiling , gladly , as to a tryst , now that he was at last alone , free in the desert The hours passed , the sun rising higher in the blazing blue of the sky ; the horse , wearied by the constant pull of the sand , had long since slowed down to a walk ; the last dim blur of the cottonwoods along the Fork had disappeared ; and the rider swayed in the saddle , the dead llfelessness of sky and desert dulling his brain. Yet he had not forgotten his errand rous ing constantly from lethargy to sweep his shaded eyes about the rounded horizon , keenly marking the slightest shadow across the sands , taking ad vantage of every drift to give him wider viewpoint , rising In his stirrups to scan the leagues of desolation ahead. Twice he drew his revolver from out its sheath , tested it , and slipped In a fresh cartridge , return ing the weapon more lightly to Its place , the flap of the holster turned back and held open by his leg. The sun beat upon him like a ball of fire , the hot sand flinging the blaze back into his face. He pushed back the upper part of his shirt and drank a swallow of tepid water from a can teen strapped behind the saddle. His eyes ached with the glare , until he saw fantastic red and yellow shapes dancing dizzily before him. The weariness of the long night pressed upon his eye-balls ; he felt the strain of the past hours , the lack of food , the need of rest. His head nodded , and he brought himself to life again with a jerk and a muttered word , star ing out Into the dim , formless dis tance. Lord , if there was only some thing moving ; something he could concentrate his attention upon ; some thing to rest the straining eyes ! ! But there was nothing , absolutely nothing just that seemingly endless stretch of sand , circled by the blazing sky , the wind sweeping Its surface soundless and hot , as though from the pits of hell ; no stir , no motion , no movement of anything animate or In animate to break the awful monotony. Death ! it was death everywhere ! his aching eyes rested on nothing but what was typical of death. Even the heat waves seemed fantastic , gro tesque , assuming spectral forms. With every step of advance the brooding silence seemed more pro found , more deathlike. He got to marking the sand ridges , the slight va riations giving play to the brain. Way off to the left was the mirage of a lake , Apparently so real that he had to battle with himself to keep from turning aside. He dropped forward in the saddle , his' head hanging low , so blinded by the incessant sun glare he could no longer bear the glitter of that horrible ocean of sand. It was noon now noon , and he had been rid ing steadily seven hours. The thought brought his blurred eyes again to the horizon. Where could he be , the man he sought in the heart of this soli tude ? Surely he should be here by now , if he had left the water-hole at dawn. Could he have gone the longer route , south to the Fork" ? The possi bility of such a thing seared through him like a hot iron , driving the dull ness from his brain , the lethargy from his limbs. God ! no ! Fate could never play such a scurvy trick as that ! The man must have been delayed ; had failed to leave camp early some where ahead , yonder wnere the blue haze marked the union of sand and sky , he was surely coming , riding half dead , and drooping in the saddle. Again Keith rose in his stirrups , rubbing the mist out of his eyes that he might see clearer , and stared ahead. What was that away out yon der ? a shadow ? a spot dancing before his tortured vision ? or a moving , liv ing something which he actually saw ? He could not tell , he could not be sure , yet he straightened up expect antly , shading his eyes , and never losing sight of the object It moved , grew larger , darker , more real yet how it crawled , crawled , crawled to ward him. It seemed as if the vague , shapeless thing would never take form , never stand out revealed against the sky so he could determine the truth. He had forgotten all else the silent desert , the blazing sun. the burning wind all his soul concen trated on that speck yonder. Sudden ly it disappeared a swale in the sand probably and , when it rose into view again , he uttered a cry of joy it was a horse and rider ! Little dy little they drew nearer one another , two black specks in that vast ocean of sand , the only moving , living things under the brazen circle of the sky. Keith was ready now , his eyes bright , the cocked revolver gripped hard in his hand. The space between them narrowed , and Hawley saw him , caught a glimpse of the face under the broad hat brim , the burn ing eyes surveying him. With an oath he stopped his horse , dragging at his gun , surprised , dazed , yet instantly understanding. Keith also halted , and across the intervening desert the eyes of the two men met in grim defiance. ( TO BE CONTINUED. ) Heavy Luggage. Every tramp squares and squares with a heavy bag or suit case in your hand the weight apparently increas ing every minute ? It's trying , nerve- racking and decidedly uncomfortable , isn't it ? People who have experienced this will surely call down blessings upon the head of the inventor of rat tan or straw bags and suit cases. They have so little weight and the cost is so slight that every girl or man who goes away for short trips where a small case is necessary and where the luggage must be carried by hand should invest in one of these sensible luggage carriers. Eagle Nest in Western New York. An eagle's aerie , with five little eaglets , is on the Davis farm in the town of Somerset , Niagara county , on the shores of Lake Ontario. For many seasons past two Amer ican eagles have made their headquarters - j ters at the Davis farm , but never un til this season did they nest , and so far as known it is the first time that a nest has been built in Niagara coun ty. The eaglets are carefully guarded by the old birds as well as by the members of the Davis family. Hunt ers are forbidden by law to shoot the birds. Rochester Post Express. Painting With a Sponge. An artist whose work in water color Is described in the Studio says that because the sable brushes are too small , she uses for certain sweeping sffects of light and shade on the iressea , for example , a sponge. This irtist is described as using water col- jrs , not within the narrow limitations asually prescribed , but as an indi vidual means of expression. She sometimes joins three pieces of the water color board together to make : he pictures she likes to produce in : his medium. No Time Wasted. Olaf Larson , working in a millinery warehouse , bacKed into an elevator jhaft and fell down five stories with a oad of boxes. Horror-stricken , the I ) ther employes rushed down the stairs , only to find him picking him self unharmed out of the rubbish. 'Ess de boss mad ? " he whispered : autiously. "Tal" em Ay had to come lown for nails anyway. " Success Magazine. Shipwreck Safer. 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Desk 5.105 Water Street A man may think the world of a woman , but he should remember that there are others in the world. Health is the fashion. Take Garficld Tea. the herb laxative which purities the blood aud brings good health. About once a month the average girl of 18 meets the only man she could ever love. Right in His Line. "Who was that man I had for i partner at bridge last evening ? " "He's a writer of farces. " "I might have known it" "Why ? " V "lie made some mighty funny plays. Reduced. Potash Cohen can nefer make a goot golluf blayer. Perlmutter For vy not ? Potash He neffer hollers fore al ways he.yells dree ninety-eight Wis consin Sphinx. Rivals in Culture. "Professor Enoch Dubber is going to read a very learned paper before the Medical Research society tonight Do you think you will be there ? " "Do you suppose the Gibbits will attend ? " "Yes , I hear they are going. " "Well , I'll be there. My wife never lets Mrs. Gibbit go to anything of a high-browed nature that she doesn't attend herself. " Not Needed There. Dr. Harvey W. Wiley was asked the other day if he had heard anything about the recent invention which gives to new wine all the properties of old wine. "No , I haven't , " Doctor Wiley re plied. Then , with a smile , he added : "But , by Jove , I attended a musical comedy performance the other night which certainly must have been treat ed with that invention. " Needn't Kiss Husband. Supreme Court Justice Mareau In Brooklyn , dismissed the suit of Sam uel Markowitz , a New York real es tate broker , for the annulment of his marriage to Mildred Markowitz. "It is absurd to frame such issues , " Justice Mareau said. "Practically the plaintiff asks an annulment of his marriage to the girl because she re fused to kiss him. " The young woman was eighteen years old when she married Marko witz , who , as alleged , had already had four wives , of whom two had died and two were divorced. very , st has a flavour all its own. "Toasties" made of selected white Indian com ; first cooked , then rolled into wafer-like bits and toasted to an appetizing golden brown. A favorite food for b.sakfast , lunch or supper in thousands upon thousands of homes where people are particular. "The Memory Lingers33 Sold by Grocers Postnm Cereal Company , Limited Battle Creek , ilich.