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EDMOND. OKLA., ENTERPRISE
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Georgfe Barr McCutcheon
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ChaHla Wrandall m found murdered In
• ro«d hnuMrf ii ir New York >.11 - W run
d «II I* Hurrwiumeil fiom tin- <ity and Ideii
t'flee Ihf lx <!v> .V youttK woman wli-> .«>■
compunW'ii Wpmdall f«> Ihf Inn and nub-
Sequent ly 1,s nip, irrd Is km -p 1 1
Mr* Wr.tnd.il I mart* >H«k fi>r N«•« "> n
In an auto during h Mindlne enow ntorm
Dn Mil' 'way hIk? meets a younx woman In
tha load who proves to be tin* woman
who I* ill i Wr.indull Foaling H it the
girl had done h«r a a rvle« In ridding h' f
of Hit .laan who I Ii'mjkIi a)i« loved hltn
deeply, I lid caused her ri. il *■ ri«w
al.«- Wraiirtitll det rmlne* to ahlald her
• nd take* her lo her own home Mr*.
Wrandall h.-ira if.<* dnry of lletiy 1 '■ *
| that re-
HTld t I.H hi IV
,the (MiKodv «h« forblda Ihe ulrl ev< r t<>
(ell. Hhe nPfrs Hetty a home, fr'endahlp
and av.'orltv Irorn p'-ril on account of the
tragedv. St. Wrandall and He«ty re-
turn lo New" York "aftbr an alwncn « f a
year In Europe.- f . Bl . Wrandall, broiher
r>f ChnilK n.'iomef greatly Interested In
llellv. Sara sees In Leslie's Infatuation
■ p"mlNllty fur revenge on the Wrandall*
and rt-paratlon fnr the wronns ahe hnf
fered «t the ha.ida of Ohallls Wrandall by
nam \ In? hla murderess Into the f • n:
welle. In company with Id* friend Hi
don Hooth. a ti arilnt, visits Rnra at her
rounlry place I-e. lie confesses to Kara
that h Is rnndlv In love with Hetty, Bars
(•Tflnjen with Booth to paint a picture of
Hettv liooth linn a haunting feeling that
he baa peen Hetty before. Looking
through a portfolio of pictures by an un
Nnown I nxllsh artlfc-t he flnda one of
Hettv If.* apva>'n to her about It Hetty
declares It muat be a picture of Hetty
Olynn. an English actr rs who resemble*
her very mirh. Much. to hla chagrin
1<esll* In refused by Hatty Booth and
Hettv roHfrHs their love for each other,
but the litt-r flc'dar** that ahe ran never
marry an ther® la nn luaurmountahle har-
rier In the iviv Hettv admits t« Hira
thai she P'Ves Booth. Sara declares that
Httt.v must marry I.eslle who must he
i.iede to t ay Ids brother's debt to the
girl HHtv again nBetpp'a to tell the
real stnrv of the trag*dv and Sara threat-
en* to strang'.• her If ahe snvs a word
Para Insults Hettv by revealing that all
tb « time ahe has believed Hettv to have
eknned In her relation* with Chillis Wran-
dall I.nter ahe realize* that Hetty la In-
nocent. I-eslle airaln prnpnaea to Hettv
and la rete-ted. Halt" prepares to leave
Barn, declaring that nfter what has hap-
pened aha can remain no longer.
CHAPTER XIII.—Continued.
I-oslie did not turn up at his father's
place In Ihe High street that night
until Booth wbh safely out of the way.
Ho spent a diurnal evening at the boat
club.
His father and mother were In the
library when he came home at half
past ten. From a dark corner of the
garden 4ie had witnessed Booth's early
departure. Vivian had gone dowu to
the gate In the low-lying hedge with
her visitor. She came in a moment
after Leslie's entrance.
"Hello, Les." ehe said, bending an
Inquiring eye upon him. "Jsn't this
early for you?"
Her brother was standing near the
fireplace.
"There's a heavy dow falling, Ma
ter." he said gruffly. "Shan't 1 touch
a match to the kindling?"
His mother caino over to him quick-
ly, and laid her hand on his arm.
"Your coat Is damp," she said anx-
iously. "Yes, light the Are."
"It's very warm In this room," eald
Mr. Wrandall. looking up from his
book. They were always doing some-
thing for Leslie's comfort
No one Beemed to uotlce him. Les-
lie knelt and struck a match.
"Well?" said Vivian.
"Well what?" ho demanded without
looking up.
ills sister took a moment for thought.
"Is Hetty coming to slay with us In
July?"
He stood erect, first rubbing his
knee to dislodge the dust—thou his
palms.
"No. she Isn't coming," he said. He
drew a very long breath—tho first lu
several hour*, -and then expelled It
vocally. "She has refused to marry
me."
Mr. Wrandall turned a leaf In his
book; It sounded like the crack of
doom, eo still had the room become.
Vivian had the forethought to push
a chair toward her mother. It was a
most timely act on her part, for Mrs.
Wrandall sat down very abruptly and
very limply.
"She — what?" gasped Leslie's
mother.
"Turned mo down—cold," said Les-
lie briefly.
Mr. Wrandall laid his book on the
table without thinking to put the book-
mark In place. Then he arose and
removed his glasses, fumbling for the
case.
"She—she—what?" he demanded.
"Sacked me," replied his son.
"Please do not Jest with me, Les-
lie," said his mother, trying to smile.
"He Isn't Joking, mother," said Viv-
ian, with a shrug of her fine shoulders
He—he mutt be," cried Mrs. Wran-
dall Impatiently. "What did ehe really
•ay, Leslie?"
"The only thing I remember was
'goodhy,' " said he, and then blew his
nose violently
"Poor old Los!" said Vivian, with
real feeling.
"It was Sara Gooch's doing!" ex-
claimed Mrs. Wrandall, getting her
breath at last.
"Nonsense," said Mr. Wrandall,
picking up his book once more and
turning to the place where the book-
mark lay, after which he proceeded to
re-read four or five pages before dis-
covering hiB error.
No one spoke for a matter of five
minutes or more. Then Mrs. Wran-
dall got up, went over to the library
table and cloned with a snap the bulky
blue book with the limp leather cover,
saying as she held It up to let him
see that it was (he privately printed
hUtorv of the Mu'gatroyU fauiil/;
"It came by post this evening from
Ixnidon. She is merely a fourth cousin,
my eon."
He looked up with a gleam of ln-
terest in his eye.
CHAPTER XIV.
Crossing the Channel.
Booth, restless with a vague uneasi-
ness that had come over him during
the night, keeping him awake uutil
nearly dawn, was hard put during the
eurly hours of the forenoon to find
occupation for his Interest until a
seasonable time arrived for appearing
at Southlook. He was unable to ac-
count for this feeling of uncertainty
and Irritation.
At nlue he sot out to walk over to
Southlook, realizing that he should
have to spend an hour In profitless
gossip with the lodge keeper before
presenting himself ut the villa, but
somehow relishing the thought that
even so he would be nearer to Hetty
than If he remained In hiB own door-
yard.
Half way there we was overtaken by
Sara'B big French machine returning
from the village. The car came to a
standstill a« he stepped aside to let
It pass, and Sara herself leaned over
and cordially Invited him to get in and
ride home with her.
"What an early bird you are." he ex-
claimed as be took his Beat beside
her.
She was not In a mood for airy per-
siflage, as he Boon discovered.
"Mis* Castleton has gone up to
town, Mr. Booth," ehe said rather
lifelessly. "I have Just taken her to
the station. She caught the eight-
thirty."
He was at once solicitous. "No bad
news, I hope?" There was no thought
In his mind that her absence was
other than temporary.
"She is not coming back, Brandon."
She had not addreteed him aa Bran-
don before.
He stared. "You—you mean—" The
words died on hla lips.
"She is not coming back," she re-
peated.
An accusing gleam leaped Into his
eyes.
"What has happened, Mrs. Wran-
dall?" he asked.
She was quick to perceive the
change In his voice and manner.
"She prefers to live apart from me.
That ie all."
"When waB this decision reached?"
"But yesterday. Soon after she came
in from her walk with you."
"L>o—do you mean to Imply that
that had anything to do with her leav-
ing your home?" he demanded, with
a flush on his cheek.
She met hla look without flinching.
"It was the beginning."
"You—you criticised her? You took
her to task—"
'T notified her that ahe was to marry
Leslie Wrandall If she marries anyone
at all," ehe said In a perfectly level
tone.
"Good Lord, Mrs. Wrandall!"
"But she is not going to marry Les-
lie."
"I know It—I knew It yesterday," he
cried triumphantly. "She loves me,
Sara. Didn't she say as much to
you?"
"Yes, Brandon, she loves you. But
she will not be your wife."
"What Is all this mystery? Why
can't she be my wife? What Is there
to prevent?"
She regarded him with dark, inscru-
r
"She—What?" Gasped Lealio'a Mother,
table eyes. Many seconde passed be-
fore she spoke.
"Would you want her for your wife
"(Jood heavens, how could you doubt
those honeet, guiltless eyes of—"
She shook her head sadly. "To an-
swer you I would have to reveal the
secret that makes It impossible for
her to become your wife, and that 1
cannot, will not do."
is It fair to me?"
"Perhaps not, but It is fair to her.
and that is why I must remain silent."
"Before tlod, I shall know the truth
— from her, if not from you—and—"
"If you love her, If you will he kind
to her, you will let her go her way
In peace."
He was struck by the somewhat sin-
ister earnestness of her words.
"Tell me where I may find her," he
Baid, Betting his jaw.
it will not be difficult for you to
find her," she said, frowniiig. "If you
insist on pursuing her."
"You drive her away from your
house, Sara Wrandall, and yet you ex-
pect me to believe that your motives
are friendly. Why should I accept
your word as final?"
"I did not drive her away, nor did
I ask her to stay."
He stared hard at her.
"Good Lord, what is the meaning
of all this?" he cried in perplexity?
"What am I to understand?"
The car had come to a stop under
the porte cochere. She laid her hand
on hiB arm.
"If you will come In with me, Bran-
don, I will try to make thlngB clear
to you."
lie left In half an hour, walking rap-
Idly down the drive, his coat buttoned
closely, although the morning was hot
and breathless. He held lu his hand
a small scrap of paper on which was
written: "If 1 loved you less, I would
come to you now and lie to you. If
you love me, Brandon, you will let mta
go my way. It is the only course.
Sara is my friend, and she is yours.
Be guided by her, and believe in my
love for you. Hetty."
And now, as things go In fairy sto-
ries, wo should prepare ourselves to
see Hetty patia through a season In
drudgery and hardship, with the ulti-
mate quintessence of joy as the re-
ward for her trlale and tribulations.
Happily, this is not a fairy tale. There
are some things more fantastic than
fairy tales, If they are not spoiled In
the telling. Hetty did not go forth
to encounter drudgery, disdain and ob-
loquy. By no manner of means! She
went with a well-filled purse, a definite
purpose ahead and a determined fac-
tor behind.
In a manner befitting her station as
the Intimate friend of Mrs. Challls
Wrandall, as the cousin of the Murgat-
royds, as tho daughter of Colonel Cas-
tleton of the Indian corps, as a per-
son supposed to be possessed of In-
dependent means withal, she went,
with none to question, none to cavil.
Sara had Insisted on this, as much
for her own sake as for Hetty's; she
argued, and she had prevailed In the
end. What would the world think,
w hat would their acquaintances think,
and above all what would the high and
mighty Wrandalls think If she went
with meek and lowly mien?
Why should they make It possible
for anyone to look askance?
And so It was that she departed in
state, with a dozen trunks and boxes;
an obsequiously attended seat In the
parlor car was hers; a telegram in
her bag assured her that rooms were
being reserved for herself and maid
at the Rttz-Carlton; alongside It re-
posed a letter to Mr. Carroll, Instruct-
ing him to provide Ijer with sufficient
funds to carry out the plan agreed
upon; and in the seat behind sat the
lady's maid who had served her for
a twelvemonth and more.
The timely demise of the venerable
l^ord Murgatroyd afforded the most
natural excuse for her trip to England.
The old nobleman gave up the ghost,
allowing for difference In time, at the
very moment when Mrs. Redmond
Wrandall was undoing a certain pack-
age from London, which turned out
to be a complete history of what his
forbears had done In the way of prop-
agation since the fourteenth century.
Hetty did not find it easy to accom-
modate her pride to the plan which
was to give her a fresh and rather
Imposing start In the world. She was
to have a full year in which to deter-
mine whether she should accept toil
and poverty as her lot, or emulate the
symbolic example of Dicky, the canary
bird. At the end of the year, unless
I she did as Dicky had done, her source
! of supplies would bo automatically cut
| off and she would be entirely depend
ent upon her own wits and resources
if you knew she had belonged to an In the interim she was a probationary
other man?" ! person of leisure. It had required
He turned very cold. The palms of hours of persuasion on the part of
his hands were wet, as with ice-water. Sara Wrandall to bring her into line
Something dark Beemed to flit before with these arrangements.
his eyes. | -But i am able and willing to work
"I will not believe that of her," he for my living," had been Hetty's stub-
said, shaking his head with an air of born retort to all the arguments
finality. | brought to bear upon her.
"That is not an answer to my quea- "Then let me put it in another light.
Hon." it i« vital to me, of course, that you
"Yes. I would still want her," ho should keep up the show of affluence
declared steadily. for a while at least. I think I have
"I merely meant to put you to the | made that clear to you. But here is
harshest test," she said, and there was another side to the matter; the ques-
relief In her voice. "She is a good ' Lion of recompense."
girl, ehe i« pure. I asked my question "Recompense?" cried Hetty Bharply.
because until yesterday I had reason 1 "Without your knowing it, I have
lo doubt her." j virtually held you a prisoner all these
months, condemned in my own judg-
ment If not In the sight of the law.
I have taken the law unto myself. You
were not convicted of murder In this
unitarian court of mine, but of an-
other sin. For fifteen months you
have been living under the shadow of
a crime you did not commit. I was
reserving complete punishment for
you in the shape of an iguoble mar-
riage, which
bitter ends.
be on the landing stage, in any event,
she was bound to find unhapp^ess.
If he were there her joy would be
short lived and blighting; If he were
not there, her disappointment would
be equally hard to bear.
He was there. She saw him from
the deck of the tender as they edged
up to the landing. His tall figure
loomed in the front rank against the
• as to have served two j rail that held back the crowd; his
Well, I had the truth t sun-bronzed face wore a look of eager
from you. I believe you to be abso- I expectancy; from her obscured i>osi
lutely Innocent of the charge I held
over you, for which I condemned you
without a hearing. Then, why should
I not employ my own means of mak-
ing restitution?"
"You have condescended to believe
In me. That Is all I ask."
"True, that is all you ask. But Is
It altogether tho fair way out of It?
To illustrate: our criminal laws are
lees kind to the innocent than to the
guilty. Our law courts find a man
guilty and he is sent to prison. Later
on, he is found to be innocent—abso-
lutely Innocent. What does the state
do In the premises? It Issues a formal
pardon—a mockery, pure and simple—
and the man Is set free. It all comes
to a curt, belated apology for an error
on the part of justice. No substantial
recompense is offered. He is merely
pardoned for something he didn't do.
The state, which has wronged him,
condescends to pardon him! Think of
It! It is the same as If a man knocked
another down and then said, before he
removed his foot from the victim's
neck: *1 pardon you freely.' My fa-
ther was opposed to the system we
have—that all countries have—of par-
doning men who have been unjustly
condemned. The Innocent victim is
pardoned In the Bame manner as the
guilty one who comes In for clemency.
I accept my father's contention that
an innocent man should not be shamed
and humiliated by a pardon. The
court which tried him should reopen
the case and honorably acquit him of
the crime. Then the state should pay
to this innocent man, dollar for dol-
lar, all that he might have earned dur-
ing hie term of imprisonment, with an
additional amount for the suffering he
has endured. Not long ago lu an ad-
joining state a man, who had served
seventeen years of a life sentence for
murder, was found to be wholly Inno-
cent. What happened? A pardon was
handed to him and he walked out of
prison, broken In spirit, health and
purse. His small fortune had been
wiped out In the futile effort to prove
his innocence. He gave up seventeen
years of his life and then was par-
doned for the sacrifice. He should
have been paid for ev day spent in
prison. That was the yery least they
could have done." •
"I see now what you mean," mused
Hetty. "I have never thought of It
in that way before."
"Well, it comes to this in our case,
Hetty: I have tried you all over again
In my own little court and I have ac-
quitted you of the charge I had against
you. I do not offer you a silly pardon.
You must allow me to have my way
In this matter, to choose my own
means of compensating you for—"
"You saved my life," protested Het-
ty, shaking her head obstinately.
"My dear, 1 appreciate the fact that
you are English," said Sara, with a
weary smile, "but won't you please see
the point?"
Then Hetty smiled too, and the way
was easier after that for Sara. She
gained her quixotic point, and Hetty
went away from Southlook feeling that
no woman in all the world was so be-
wildering as Sara Wrandall.
When she sailed for England, two
days later, the newspapers announced
that the beautiful and attractive Miss
Castleton was returning to her native !
land on account of the death of Lord '
Murgatroyd. and would spend the year
on the continent, where probably she ;
would be Joined later on by Mrs. Wran-
dall, whose period of mourning and
distress had been softened by the con-
stant and loyal friendship of "this ex-
quisite Englishwoman."
Four hundred miles out at sea she
was overtaken by wireless messages j
from three persons.
Brandon Booth's message said: "I
am sailing tomorrow on a faster ship j
than yours. You will find me waiting i
for you on the landing stage." Her I
heart gave a leap to dizzy heights, and.
try as she would, she could not crush |
it back to the depths in which it had
dwelt for days.
The second bit of pale green paper
contained a cry from a most unexpect-
ed source: "Cable your London ad-
dress. S. refuses to give It to me. I
think I understand the situation. We
want to make amends for what you
have had to put up with during the
year. She has shown her true nature
at last " It was signed "Leslie."
From Sara came these cryptic
words: "For each year of famine there
will come seven years of plenty."
All the way across the Atlantic sho
lived in a state of subdued excitement.
Conflicting emotions absorbed
tlon in the shadow of the deck build-
ing, purposely chosen for reasons only
too obvious, she could even detect the
alert, swift-moving scrutiny that he
fastened upon the crowd.
Later on, he stood looking down
Into her serious blue eyes; her hands
were lying limp In his. His own eyes
tvere dark with earnestness, with the
restraint that had fastened itself upon
him. Behind her stood the respectful
but Immeasurably awed maid, who
could not, for the life of her, under-
stand how a man could be on both
sides of the Atlantic at one and ths
same time.
"Thank the Lord, Hetty, say I, foi
the five-day boats," he was saying.
"You should not have come, Bran-
don," she cried softly, and the look
of misery In her eyes was tinged with
a glow she could not suppress. "It
only makes everything harder for me.
I—I— Oh, I wish you had not come!"
"But Isn't It wonderful?" he cried,
"that I should be here and waiting for
fou! It is ^linost Inconceivable. And
you were in the act of running away
from me, too. Oh, I have that much
of the tale from Sara, so don't look
so hurt about It."
"I am so sorry you came," she re-
peated, her lip trembling.
Noting her emotion, he gave her
hands a fierce, encouraging pressure
and immediately released them.
"Come," he said gently; "I have
booked for London. Everything is ar-
ranged. I shall see to your luggage.
Let me put you lu the carrlago first."
As she sat In the railway carriage,
waiting for him to return, she tried
In a hundred ways to devise a means
of escape, and yet she had never loved
him eo much as now. Her heart was
sore, her desolation never so complete
as now.
He came bark at last and took his
seat beside her in the compartment,
fanning himself with his hat. The maid
very discreetly stared out of the win-
dow at the hurrying throng of travel-
ers on the platform.
"How I love you, Hetty—how I
adore you!" Booth whispered passion-
ately.
"Oh, Brandon!"
"And 1 don't mean to give you up,"
ho added, his lean jaw setting hard.
"You must—oh. you must," she cried
miserably. "I mean it, Brandon—"
"What are your plans?" asked he.
"Please don't ask me," she pleaded.
"You must give It up, Brandon. Let
me go my own way."
"Not until I have the whole story
from you. You eee, I am not easily
thwarted, once I set my heart on a
thing. I gathered this much from
Sara: the object is not Insurmount-
able."
"She—said—that?"
"In effect, yes," he qualified.
"What did she tell you?" demanded
Hetty, laying her hand on his arm.
"I ill confess she didn't reveal the
secret that you consider a barrier, but
she went so far as to say that It was
He Stood Looking Down Into Her Se-
rious Blue Eyes.
waking hours but her dreams were all
of one complexion: rosy and warm
and full of a joyousness that dls
tressed her vastly when she recalled
them to mind in the early morning
very dark and dreadful." he said light-
ly. They were speaking In very low
tones. "When I pinned her down to
it, she added that it did not In any
sense bear upon your honor. But
there Is time enough to talk about this
later on. For the present let's not
discuss the pa6t. I know enough of
your history from your own lips as
well as what little I could get out
of Sara, to feel sure that you are
In a way, drifting. 1 Intend to look
after you, at least until you find your-
her | self. Your sudden break with Sara
has been explained to me. Leslie
Wrandall Is at the back of it. Sara
told me that ahe tried to force you
to marry him. I think you did quite
right in going away as you did. but,
Doan's Kidney Pills
Thre * boxes cured n
Kidney Hi is
"Yes, it was most fair," she aaid,
compressing her lipe.
He frowned.
"We can't possibly be of the same
opinion," he said seriously.
"You wouldn't say that If you knew
everything."
"How long do you lntcud to stay Id
Loudon?"
"1 don't know. When does this traiD
arrive there?"
"At four o'clock, I think. Will you
go to an hotel or to friends?" He put
the question very delicately.
She smiled faintly. "You mean the
Murgatroyds?"
"Your father Is here, I am informed.
And you must have other friends oi
relatives who—"
"1 shall go to a Bmall hotel 1 know ,
near Trafalgar square," sir.1 interrupt- ® m^n*
ed quietly. "You must not come them No' re
to see me, Brandon."
"1 shall expect you to dine with ma
at—say Prince's this evening," waa
his response to this,
She shook her head and then turned
to look out of the window. He eat
back In his seat and for many miles
with deep perplexity In his eyes, stud
ied her half-averted face. The old
uneasiness returned. Was this ob
stacle, after all, so great that It could
not be overcome?
They lunched together, but were
Blngularly reserved all through the
meal. A plan was growing In her
brain, a cruel but effective plan that
made her despise hereelf and yet con-
tained the only means of escape from
an even more cruel situation.
lie drove with her from the station
to the small hotel off Trafalgar square.
There were no rooms to be had. II
was the week of Ascot and the city
was still crowded with people whe
awaited only the royal sign to break
the fetters that bound them to Lou
don. Somewhat perturbed, she al
lowed him to escort her to several ho-
tels of a like character. Failing fn
each case, she was in despair. At
last she plucked up tho courage to
say to him, not without constraint and
embarrassment:
"I think, Brandon, If you were to
allow me to apply alone to one of j
these places I could get In without j
much trouble."
"Good Lord!" he gasped, going very |
red with dismay. "What a fool I—"
"I'll try the Savoy," she said quick
ly, and then laughed at him. His fac«
was the picture of distress.
"I shall come for you tonight at
eight," he said, stopping the taxi at
once. "Goodby till then."
He got out and gave directions tc
the chauffeur. Then he did a very
strange thing. He hailed another taxi
and, climbing in, started off in the
wake of the two women. From a
point of vantage near the corridor
leading to the "American bar," he saw
Hetty sign her slips and move of!
toward the left. Whereupon, seeing
that she was quite out of the way, he
approached the manager'B office and
asked for accommodatons.
"Nothing left, sir,"
"Not a thing?"
"Everything has been taken for
weeks, sir. I'm sorry."
"Sorry, too. I had hoped you might
have something left for a friend who
expects to stop here—a Miss Castle-
ton."
"Miss Castleton has JuBt applied.
We could not give her anything."
"Eh?"
"Fortunately we could let her have
rooms until eight this evening. We
were more than pleased to offer them
to her for a few hours, although they
are reserved for parties coming down
from Liverpool tonight."
Booth tried the Cecil and got a most
undesirable room. Calling up the
Savoy on the telephone, he got hei
room. The maid answered. She In
formed him that Miss Castleton had
just that instant gone out and would
not return before seven o'clock.
"1 suppose ehe will not remove her j
trunks from the station until she finds '
a permanent place to lodge," he In- '
quired. "Can I be of any service?"
"1 thiuk not, sir. She left no word, j
sir."
He hung up the receiver and !
straightway dashed over to the Savoy, j
hoping to catch her before she left the
hotel. Just Inside the door he came
to an abrupt stop. She was at the I
news and ticket booth in the lobby, j
closely engaged in conversation with
the clerk.
The Source of Uric Acid
Eating too much Is a common habit that
does a lot of burin. Meat, especially, forms
uric acid and the constant tiheriii" of acltl-
ladru blood weakens tha kidneys. Uric acid
causes rheumatic and nervous trouble,
weakens the even forms gravel and leads
to dropsy ami Hrigtit's disease. Kidney
wealuioas gives early warnings, however,
such as backacho and urinary disorders
and can be stopped by prompt treatment.
I'se Doau's Kidney Pills, the best reo-
ouimended and Uioki widely uaed kidnoy
remedy.
An Oklahoma Caa«
"I underwent
Krtat Mufftrlnir from
disordered kidneys."
bhj« Mrs. Wauneta
Greeson, of 414 W.
Grand Ave., okla-
homa City. Okla. 'I
had a dull, heavy
ache In th* small of
my buck, with bad ft
headaeh-a and nrrv-
ous speils. My kid-
n> ys wore Irregular
In action, too Noth-
Ina helped me and
finally on a friend s;
Get Doan's at Any Stor*. 50e a Bo*
doan'sk; .ViV
FCSTER.MILBURN CO., BUFFALO, N. Y.
Just as Good.
"Have you any 5-cent cigars?" asked
plied the druggist, "but we
have something just as good. Here's
a 10-cent cigar."
EAD TETTER ON HANDS
R. F. D. No. 1. Crltz, Va.—"I had
fetter on my hands, so badly that I
could hardly do anything. It would
begin to come In clear white blisters,
then they would burst and peel ofT all
over and crack and bleed. My hands
were so sore and Itched bo badly I
could not rest day or night. I could
not put them In water nor do my reg-
ular work.
"I tried medicine and several differ-
ent kinds of cream on them but they
got worse instead of better. Nothing
did me any good until 1 tried Cuticura
Soap and Ointment. And now my
hands are perfectly well and all right."
(Signed) Miss Ellen Tudor, Nov. 19,
1912.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Hook. Address posb
card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston."—Adv.
A spinster grits her teeth every
time she encounters a widow who has
planted three husbands and Is seeking
a fourth.
For Every
Kind of
Lameness
Rub It on ana
Tho
horoughly
HANFORD'S
Balsam of Myrrh
For Cuts, Burns,
Bruises, Sprains,
Strains, Stiff Neck,
Chilblains, Lame Back,
Old Sores, Open Wounds, ^
and all External Injuries.
Made Since 1846.
Price 25c, 50c and $1.00
All Dealers B-scv:SSvco.
The Wretchedness
of Constipation
Can quickly be overcome by
CARTER'S LITTLE ~
LIVER PILLS.
Purely vegetable
—act surely and
gently on the
liver. Cure
Biliousness,
Head-
ache,
Dizzi-
ness, and Indigestion. They do their duty.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRIC&
Genuine must bear Signature
DAISY FLY KILLER ££? ~
CARTERS
ITTLE
PILLS.
r ® anything.
<iti*rantr<*d e(T« etl e.
All dealersnr6nent
•1.0*
■ AROLD HOMERS, 100 DtCftlk Av«.. Brooklyn, N. T.
Presently the latter took !
hours. During ihe day she Intermit- on the other hand, was It quite fair to
Untly bopod and feared that he would me ?M
up the telephone, and after a brief con j
versatlon with some one at the othei |
end, turned to Hetty and nodded hie
head. Whereupon she nodded her own ;
adorable head and began the search j
for her purse. Booth edged around j
to an obscure spot and saw her pay
for and receive something in return. !
"By Jove!" he said to himself '
amazed.
She passed near him, without 6eelng •
him, and went out into the court. He
watched her turn into the Strand.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Purpose Doubtful.
"I'm puzzled about this custom of
eating to music."
"How'8 that?"
"I can't understand whether the
food Is intended to keep your mind
off the music or the music Is Intended
to keep your mind ofT the foed."—
Musician.
Canadian Farm Bargains fin
~Vvmerits, crop failures unknown, will ma
•pendent. Small farms and lame tract*
M) acre tracts at ?-jlielow present values
ile. Write ii I), t arter. B..* 163.1. Hdmur
DETECTIVE and BURGLAR
"Andy l
eli
i jtreatest detective story ev
terlal atorr In the Roc
,1.. published tw
started c
Mountain Magazine. I>« .. _
- _ -■ * In print before, h.-nd 2l)c for
*" ~*t July 15. Stamps or silver.
ipceial offer
Sounds That Way.
Patience—She has a pretty mouth.
Patrice—A mere incident.
"Yes, but one which Is never
closed."
YVhsnever You Need a Qeneral Tonic
Take Grove's
The Old Standard Grove's Tasteless
chill Tonic is equally valuable as a
General Tonic because it coutains the
well known tonic properties of QUININE
and IKON. It acts on the Liver, Drives
o it Malaria, Enriches the Blood and
B'.iilds up the Whole Systerr. 50 cent*
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