The New Era. (Davenport, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 50, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 14, 1911 Page: 6 of 8
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It Means Health
For the Child
The careful mother, who watches close-
ly the physical peculiarities of tier chil-
dren. will soon discover that the most
Important thing In connection with a
child's constant good health Is to keep
the bowels regularly open. Sluggish
bowels will be followed by loss of appe-
tite. restlessness during sleep. Irrita-
bility and a dozen nnd one similar evi-
dences of physical disorder.
At the first sign of such disorder give
the child a teaspoonful of Dr. Caldwell'*
Byrup Pepsin ut night on retiring and
repeat tho dose the following night if
necessary—more than that will scarcely
be needed. You will find that the child
will recover Its accustomed good spirits
at once and will eat and sleep normally.
This remedy Is a vast Improvement
ovor salts, cathartics, laxative writers
and similnr things, which are altogether
too powerful for a child. The homes of
Mrs. A. A. Hoggins. Mounds, ukla.,
Mrs. M. C. Moore. Happy. ArU.. are nl-
ways supplied with Or. Caldwell s
Syrup Pepsin, and with them. as
with thousands of others, there Is
no substitute for this grand laxative.
It Is really more than a laxative, for It
contains superior tonic properties which
help to tone and strengthen the stomach,
liver and bowels so that after a brief
use of it all laxatives ron be dispensed
with and nature will do Its own work.
Anyone wishing to make a trial of this
remody before buying It In tho regular
way of a druggist at fifty cents or one
dollar a large bottle (family site) can
have a sample bottle sent to the home
freo of charge by simply addressing Dr.
W. B. Caldwell, 201 Washington St.,
Montlcello. 111. Your name and address
on a postal card will do.
The fellow who goes around lopking
for trouble generally meets somebody
who takes hlra at his word.
Krs. Whwiow's Boothing Byrup fur Children
teettalDK, softens the gums, reduces Inflsmmn,
Uou, allays pain, ourea wind colic, 25c a bottle.
It Isn't until a man reaches the nge
of discretion that he discovers he can
have a good time without suffering for
It the next morning.
Dr. Pierce's Pellets, small, sugar-coated,
essy to take as candy, regulate and invig
orate stomach, liver and bowels and cure
Ella—It was a novel proposal.
Stella—What did he say?
El la--That he begged the proud
privilege of getting up mornings to
build the fire for me.
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Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor-
der plainsman, Is looking for roaming war
parties of savates. 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-
parted. He searohee the victims finding
papers and a lockei with a woman s por-
trait. Keith Is arrested at Carson City,
charged with the murder, his accuser be-
ing a ruffian named Black Bart. A negro
companion In his cell named Neb tells him
that he knew ihe Keiths In Virginia. Neb
says one of the murdered men was John
Sibley, t he other Gen. Willis Walte. former-
ly a Confederate officer. The plalnsniun
and Neb escape, nnd later the fugitives
come upon a cabin and find Its occupant
to lie a young girl, whom Keith thinks
he saw nt Carson City. The gir! explains
that 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. Haw-
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,
end the girl who says that her name is
Hope. Joins in the escape. Keith explains
his situation and the fugitives make for
Fort learned, where the girl Is left with
the hotel landlady Miss Hope tells that
she Is the daughter of General Walte.
Keith and Neb drift Into Sheridan, where
Keith meets an old friend. Dr 1' alrbaln.
Keith meets the brother of Hope Walte,
under the assumed name of frred Wll-
girl. lie would dig Into this until be
wrong, perhaps disgrace, to the young
uncovered the truth; he would find
out what dirty trick "Black Bart" was
As he thought this out, not swiftly
as recorded, but slowly, deliberately,
piecing the bltB together within bis
mind, blindly feeling bis way to a
final conclusion, the boy had sunk
back upon the bed, overcome with
liquor, and fallen asleep. Keith
stepped over, and looked down upon
him In the dim light He could recog-
nize something of her features In the
upturned face, and his eyes softened.
There was no use seeking again to
arouse him; even had he been sober,
he would not have talked freely.
Keith lifted the dangling feet Into a
more comfortable position, turned the
lamp lower, went out, and latched the
door. Two men were tramping heavi-
ly up the stairs, and they turned Into
the hall at the very moment he dis-
appeared within his own room. He
still retained his grasp upon the latch,
when a voice outside asked:
"What number did you say, Bill—
Keith straightened up as though
The official undertaker of a small
town was driving through the county
on one of his regular missions. A
woman came out to the gate of a farm
yard and hailed him.
"I don't seem to recall your name,
madam," he said.
"That's funny!" she said, "it ain't
been more'n a year and a half ago
since you undertook my flrBt hus-
The sick man had called his lawyer
"I wish to explain again to you," said
he weakly, "about willing my proper-
The attorney held tip his hand reas-
suringly. "There, there," said he,
"leave that all to me."
The sick man sighed resignedly. "I
suppose I might as well," said be,
turning upon his pillow. "You'll get
his hands, apparently hastily reading
them with some difficulty in the dim
"Nothing there to give us any help,"
he acknowledged reluctantly, "mostly
advice as far as I can see. Damn the
light; a glow worm would be better."
There was a pause; then be slapped
his leg. "However, It's clear they live
In Springfield. Missouri, and this pho-
tograph Is a peach. Just look here.
Bill! What did I tell you? Ain't
Christie a dead ringer for this girl?"
"You bet Bhe is, Bart." admitted the
other In maudlin admiration, "only, 1
reckon, maybe some older."
"Well, she ought to be accordln' to
Wllloughby's story, an' them papers
bear him out all right, so I reckon
he's told It straight—this Phyllis
would be twenty-Bix now, and that's
Just about what Christie Is. It wouldn't
bave fit better if we had made it on
purpose, if the girl will only play
up to the part we won't need any oth-
Keith could hear the beating of Mb
own heart In the silence that follow-
ed. Here was a new thought, a new
understanding, a complete new turn
to affairs. Christie Maciaire, then.
Husband Was Willing.
The Scot has no monopoly of domes-
tic felicity, as many a piquant para-
graph bears witness. The other day
an old farmer and his wife were "do-
ing" the sights of a provincial town,
and, among other places, they visited
a panorama of South Africa.
The views were extremely Interest-
ing, and the couple were enjoying
themselves to the full. As scene after
scene passed, the woman's enthusi-
asm increased, and at length, turn-
ing to her husband, she exclaimed;
"Oh. Sandy, this Is really splendid.
I could Jlst sit here all my days."
"Ah, weel. Jennie, woman," replied
Sandy, to the mirth of those sitting
near, "Just sit you still there; I'll not
grudge the saxpence."
THE LITTLE WIDOW
A Mighty Good 8ort of Neighbor to
"A little widow, a neighbor of mine,
persuaded me to try Grape-Nuts when
my stomach was so weak that It
would not retain food of any other
kind," writes a grateful woman, from
San Bernardino Co., Cal.
"I had been 111 and confined to my
bed with fever and nervous prostra-
tion for three long months after the
blrfh of my second boy. We were In
despair until the little widow's advice
"I liked Grape-Nuts food from the
beginning, and In an Incredibly short
time It gave me such strength that I
was able to leave my bed and enjoy
my three good meals a day. In 2
months my weight Incieased from 95
to 113 pounds, my. nerves had steadied
down and 1 felt ready for anything.
My neighbors were amazed to see me
gain so rapidly, and still more so
when they heard that Grape-Nuti
•lone had brought the change.
"My 4-year-old boy had eczema very
bad last spring and lost bis appetite
entirely, which made him cross nnd
peevish. 1 jiut him on a diet of Grape-
Nuts, which he relished at once. He
Improved from the beginning, the ec-
. tenia disappeared and now he is fat
and rosy, with a delightfully soft, clear
skin. The Grape-Nuts diet did It, I will
willingly answer ull Inquiries. Name
givon by Postum Co./ Battle Creek,
Head the little book, "The Road to
Wellvllle," in pkgs. "There's a reason."
I'Jvrr r« 0«l the nlmve Inter? A mw
•nt* npiMMirs from time •« <l« e. They
• re Reniilne, true, nnd foil human
"Just a little," carelessly; "but what
sort of a trick could he be working
trying to make you acknowledge
Christie Maciaire as your sister?"
Wliloughby did not answer, shifting
nneaslly about on the bed. Keith
waited, and at last the boy blurted
"Oh, It wasn't nothing much. I told
him something when I waB drunk
once, that I thought maybe might
have stuck to him. Odd he should
make that mistake, too, for 1 showed
him Hope's picture. Bart's a schemer,
•nd 1 didn't know but what he might
have figured out a trick, though
don't see how he could. It wasn't no
more than a pipe dream, I reckon.
Where did you meet Hope? Back In
"Oh, I've known her some time. Not
long ago I did her a service for which
she Is grateful. Did you know she
was out in this country searching for
"Out here? In Kansas?"
"Sure; that Isn't much of a trip
for a spirited girl. She got It in her
head from your letters that you were
In trouble, and set out to find you
and bring you home. She didn't tell
me this, but that Is the way I hesrd It
It was for her sake I came In here.
Why not go to her, Wliloughby, and
then both of you return to Missouri?"
The sullenness had gone out of the
boy's face; he looked tired, discour-
"Where is Hope?" he asked.
"Fort Lamed, I suppose. She went
to Carson City flrBt."
"Well, that settles It," shaking his
head. "You don't suppose I could go
browsln' 'round Lamed, and not get
snapped up, do you? They don't chase
deserters very far out here, but that's
the post I skipped from, and they'd
Jug me all right Besides, I'm damned
If I'll go back until I get a stake. I
want to* see a fellow first."
"Well, It's Hawley, If you want to
know so bad. He said if I would come
bere and wait for him be'd put me on
to a good tblng."
Was there a deeply laid plot back of
all these preparations Involving both
Wliloughby and his sister? What
was It Hawley was scheming about so
carefully, holding this boy deserter
In one band, while be reached out the
other after Christie Maciaire? Surely,
the man was not working blindly; he
must have a purpose In view. Wli-
loughby had acknowledged he had told
the fellow something once when be
was drunk—about his family history,
no doubt, for be had shown him
Hope's picture. What that family
secret was Keith bad no meanB of
guessing, but Hawley, the moment be
■aw the face on the cardboard, bad
evidently recognized Christie Maciaire
—bad tbought of some way In which
what he now knew could be turned
to advantage. The few scattered facts
which Keltb had collected all seemed
to point to such a conclusion—Hawley
bad sent the boy to Sheridan, where
be would be out of sight, with orders
to wait for blm there, and the prom
Ise of a "stake" to keep blm quiet
Then he bad gone to Independence
•nd Topeka seeking after Cbrlitle
Maciaire. Evidently he meant to keep
the two apart until he bad gained
from each whatever It was be
■ought. But wbat could that be?
What family secret could Wliloughby
have blurted out In bis cups, which
had so stimulated the gambler's wits?
Two things combined to cause
Keith to determine he would uncover
this rascality—his desire to repay
Hawley, and his Interest In the girl
rescued on the Salt Pork. This gossa
mer web of Intrigue into which he bad
■tumbled unwittingly was nothing to
blm personally; had It not Involved
both Hawley and Miss Hope, be would
have left it unsolved without snolber
thought. But under the circumstances
It became his own battle. There was
• crime here—bidden as yet, and
probably not consummated—Involving
"Let Up! Damn Yer' He Called Himself Jack Keith.1
suddenly pricked by a knife; he could
never forget that voice—It was Haw-
A Glimpse at Conspiracy.
Leaning against the Inside of his
own door, startled by the ropid
sequence of events. Keith was able,
from different sounds reaching him, to
mentally picture most of what oc-
curred In the next room. He heard
Bill sink down into the convenient
chair, and drink from the bottle, while
tbe gambler apparently adtanced to-
ward the bed, where he Btood looking
down on Its unconscious occupant.
The fool is dead drunk," he de-
clared disgustedly. "We can't do any-
thing with him tonight."
"I say—throw bucket water over
him," hiccoughed the other genially,
allers sobers me oft."
Hawley made no response, evidently
finding a seat on one end of the wash-
"Hardly worth wMle. 8cott," he re-
turned finally. "Perhaps I better bave
some understanding with Christie,
anyhow, before I pump the boy any
further. If we can once get her work-
ing with us, Wliloughby won't bave
much hand In the play—we shan't
need him. Thought I told you to keep
"Am sober," solemnly, "ain't bad
but six drinks; Just nat'rly tired out"
"Oh, Indeed; well, such a room as
this would drive any man to drink.
Did you get what I sent you here
"1 sure did. Bart," and Keith heard
the fellow get to his feet unsteadily.
"Here's the picture, n' some letters.
I didn't take only what he had In the
I Hawley shuttled the letters "«r In
was not Wllloughby's sister Hope. Tbe
girl he rescued on the desert—the
girl with the pleading brown eyes,
and the soft blur of the South on ber
lips—was not the music hall Binger.
He could hardly grasp the truth at
first, It antagonized so sharply with
all he bad previously believed. Yet,
If this were true his own duty became
clearer than ever; aye, and would be
more willingly performed. But wbat
did Hawley know? Did he already
realize that the girl he had first m"
on the stage coach, and later inveigled
Into the desert, was Hope, and not the
music hall artist? He, of course, fully
believed her to be Christie Maciaire
at that time, but something might
have occurred Blnce to change that be-
lief. Anyhow, the man was not now
seeking Hope, out the other. Appar-
ently the latter was either already
here In Sheridan or expected soon.
And exactly what was It the gambler
desired this Maciaire woman to do?
This was the important matter, and
for its solution Keith possessed mere-
ly a few hints, a few vague suggestions.
She was expected to represent herself
as Phyllis—Phyllis who? Some Phyl-
lis surely whose physical resemblance
to Hope must be sufficiently marked
to be at once noticeable. Wliloughby
had evidently revealed to Hawley
some hidden family secret, having
money Involved, no doubt, and In
which the discovery of this mysteri-
ous Phyllis figured. She might, per-
haps, be a sister, or half-sister, who
had disappeared, and remained ignor-
ant as to any inheritance. Hope's
picture shown by the boy, and re-
minding Hawley at once of Christie
Maciaire, had been the basis of the
whole plot. Exactly what the details
of that plot might be Keith could not
figure out, but one thing was reason-
ably certain—It was proposed to de-
fraud Hope. And who in the very
truth was Hope? It suddenly occurred
to him as a remarkably strange fact
that he possessed not the slightest
inkling as to the girl's name. Her
brother had assumed to be called Wli-
loughby when he enlisted In the army,
and his companions continued to call
him this. If he could Interview the
girl now for only five minutes he
should be able probably to straighten
out the whole Intricate tangle. But
where was she? Would she have re-
mained until this time at Fort Lamed
with Kate Murphy?
There was a noise of movement In
the next room. Apparently as Hawley
arose carelessly from bis edge of the
washstand he had dislodged the glass,
which fell shivering on the floor. Scott
swore audibly at the loss.
"Shut up, Bill," snapped the gam-
bler, Irritated, "you've got the bottle
left I'm going; there'B nothing for
any of us to do now, until after I see
Christie. You remain here! Do you
understand?—remain here. Damn me,
If that drunken fool Isn't waking up."
There was a rattling of the rickety
bed, and then the sound of Wlllough-
by's voice, thick from liquor.
"Almighty glad to see you, Bart—
am, Indeed. Want money—Bill an 1
both want money—can't drink with-
out money—can't eat without money
shay, when you goin' stake us?"
"I'll see you again In the morning,
Fred," returned the other briefly. "Go
on back to sleep."
"Will when I git good an' ready-
go sleep, stay wake. Just as I please—
don't care damn what yer do—got
new frien' now."
"A new friend? Who?" Hawley
spoke with aroused Interest
"Oh, he's all right—he's mighty fine
fellow—come In wlsout In—invita-
tion—called her Hope—you fool, Bart
Hawley, think my sister Christie-
Christie—damfino the name—my sis-
ter, Hope—don't want yer money—
my—my new friend, he'll stake me—
he knows my sister—Hope."
The gambler grasped the speaker,
shaking him Into some slight sem-
blance of sobriety.
"Now, look here. Wliloughby, I want
the truth, and mean to have it," he In-
sisted. "Has some one been In here
while Scott was gone?"
"Sure—didn't I Just tell yer?—
friend o' Hope's."
"Who was he? Speak up! I want
There was a faint gurgling sound,
as though the gambler's vlce-Ilke tln-
gerB were at tbe boy's throat; a slight
struggle, and then the choked voice
"Let up! damn yer! He called him-
self Jack Keith."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
or* *4* /3a. i
She—Ah, dearest one, when yo*
•re gone I shall pine away.
He—Tut! tut! Spruce up.
IT IS CRIMINAL TO NEGLECT
THE SKIN AND HAIR
Think of the suffering entailed by,
neglected skin troubles—mental be-
cause of disfiguration, physical be-
cause of pain. Think of the pleasure
of a clear skin, soft, white hands, and
good hair. These blessings, so essen-
tial to happiness and even success in
life, are often only a matter of a little
thoughtful care in the selection of
effective remedial agents. Cutlcura
Soap and Ointment do so much for
poor complexions, red, rough hands,
and dry, thin and falling hair, and cost
bo little, that it is almost criminal not
to use them. Although Cutlcura Soap
and Ointment are sold everywhere, a
postal to "Cutlcura," Dept. 21 L, Bos-
ton, will secure a liberal sample of
each, with 32-page booklet on skin
and scalp treatment
It's humiliating to discover that the
folks who we Imagine despise us never
even think of us!
TRY A BOTTLE OF
Nothing can upset
your health quicker or
make you feel more
miserable than a lazy
liver — but remember
the Bitters prevents all
this by toning and in-
vigorating the entire
IT REALLY DOES THE WORK
Hired Man Was Not Dainty
"Uncle Joe" Cannon Polnti Moral
With One of Hl« Typical
"Uncle Joe" Cannon, at a dinner In
Washington, said of a piece of tariff
revision that he opposed:
"It Is useless for the foreigner and
no good at all for the American pro-
ducer. The whole thing Is a costly
error, like the case of Slank'i hired
"Slank, for a June treat, set before
his hired man a nice mess of fried
soft-shell crabs. The crabs were to
do for tbe cook and liable boy as
well, but Slank happened in on the
blred uian la''the middle of the meal.
and found the cook's and boy's pros-
pects looking very dark.
" 'Why,' said Slank reproachfully,
'you are eating your soft-shell crabs
"'Well, boss.' replied the hired
man, as he thrust half a crab Into his
mouth, 'them wot can't eat good rich
crabs like these without bread de-
serves to go hungry.""
The Farmer's Son's
Why wait for the old farm to become" |
your Inheritance? H«vlnnow to
prepare for your future
prosperity anil Indepen-
dence. A groat oppor-
tunity awulis you in
I Man i t< >bu. Su-s k it tc Iiohb n
lor Alberta, where you
leansecun a Fret"Home-
la tead or bny land at rea-
-—not. a year from now,
when hind will be blgh-
er. Tho protlts secured
m the abundant crops of
heat, Oat n au<l I turley,
well as cattle raising, am
causing a steady advance In
price. 'k'Twrnment. returns show
that th«> niiinker o. settlers
In Western Canada from
the U. H. tit) per cent
larger In MHO than the
lire v Ionsyear.
Many farmers have paid
for their land out of the
•'roceeds of one crop.
Free HonioHteuds of 160
ter anil lumber easily
For pamphlet "Last, Rest West,"
particulars us to suitable looation
and low settlers' rate, apply to
Kupt of Immigration, Ottawa,
Can., or to Canadian tiort Agent.
125 W. Ninth St.. Kanus City. Mo.
Pi wo write to thwatrenl nwrwt you
Cleaning Gilt Frames.
Gilt frames should noi be washed
merely rubbed wltb chamois. If dull
thev should be brushed *ith llquiu
strained from tbe boiling of foui
onions In water which lias beeu tlnteu
to a golden color by flowers of sulphui
steeped In U.
better than cure. Tutt's Pills If taken In tlma
are not only a remedy for, but will prevent
biliousness, constipation and kindred diseases.
THE BEST MEDICINE
W. N. U„ Oklahoma City, No. 50-1911.
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