The Buffalo Bugle. (Buffalo, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 31, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 31, 1912 Page: 2 of 10
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DR. CALDWELL’S GUIDE
TO GOOD HEALTH
The natural tendency of poople In
thin busy age to demand of the di-
gestive organs more than nature In- |
tended they should perform, frequent-
ly results In throwing the entire di-
gestive system Into disorder. When
the stomach falls to freely digest aud
distribute that which Is eaten, the
bowels become clogged with a mass
of wuste and refuse which ferments
and generates poisonous gases that
are gradually forced Into the blood,
causing distress and often serious ill-
ness.
Dr. W. R. Caldwell says that If the
bowels aro kept regular thero will be
much less slcknesR, and prescribes a
combination of simple laxative herbs
with pepsin that Is most effective In
relieving any congestion of matter in
the bowels. This compound can be
bought In any drug store under the
name of Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin,
and costs only 50 cents a bottle. It Is
mild In Its action, pleasant to the
taste and positive in effect, a dose at
night bringing relief next morning,
naturally and without griping or oth-
er discomfort. A bottle of Dr. Cald- I
well’s Syrup Pepsin in the house will
save many times Its cost In doctor i
bills. Your name and address on a
postal to Dr. W. H. Caldwell, 2011 West
St., Monticello, 111., will bring a free
trial bottle by return mall. Adv.
am
ohnston
Illustrations by YLBarnes
COPYRIGHT 131/
SYNOPSIS.
POLLY VICTIM OF DECEPTION
Bird Realized Period Between Its Tem-
porary Oblivions Had Been Ma-
terially Cut Short.
The Goodleys have a sailor son, wbg
on one occasion brought home a pa*
rot for the amusement and enllghtaa>
nient of the family. They kept It foff
the suke of the donor—on no otha>
account would It have been given
house room. Of course, it was u per-
• fectly respectable bird—occasionally;
but on Sunday evenings, when young
Mr. Saintly paid his regular visit, it
was deemed advisable to cover Polly
with a cloth.
Recently, however, Mr. S, took ad-
vantage of a half-holiday accruing to
him, and made an extra call on the
Wednesday. As he was ushered in
Miss Alary Goodley dexterously threw
the cloth over Polly's cage. Greet-
ings over, there ensued the usual
awkward pause, which was broken by
a squawk from the covered cage.
“Well, I’ll be everlasting blessed,”
said Polly. "Tills has been a thunder
short week!"
Serious Lack.
An old Englishwoman, who was ex-
tremely stout, was making vain efforts
to enter the rear door of an omnibus.
The driver leaned over good-naturedly,
and cried:
"Try sideways, mother, try side-
ways!”
The old woman looked up breath-
lessly, and replied:
“Why, bless ye, James. I ain't got
no sideways!”—Youth's Companion.
Knew a Poet’s Troubres.
‘‘Had a queer experience recently,”
said the Billville poet. “Robber held
me up on the highway. Didn’t have a
cent In my pocket—only a poem which
1 was takin’ to the edit"- ”
“Didn’t take the poem, did he?”
“No. Read three lines of it, handed
!t back to me and said: ‘Friend, here’s
$2. You need it worse than I do.’ ’’—
Atlanta Constitution.
Unconscious Verity.
“Was the Indian scalping story of
Tom’s thrilling?”
“Thrilling? It was hair-raising!"
The straight and narrow path does
n’t loook good to the rounder.
A DOCTOR'S TRIALS.
He Sometimes Gets Sick Like Other
People.
Even doing good to people is hard
work if you have too much of it to do.
An overworked Ohio doctor tells his
experience:
“About three years ago as the result
of doing two men’s work, attending a
large practice and looking after the
details of another business, my health
broke down completely, and I was
little better than a physical wreck.
“I suffered from Indigestion and con-
stipation, loss of weight and appetite,
bloating and pain after meals, loss of
memory and lack of nerve force for
continued mental application.
“I became irritable, easily angered
and despondent without cause. The
heart's action became irregular and
weak, with frequent attacks of palpi-
tation during the first hour or two
after retiring.
“Some Grape-Nuts and cut bananas
came for my lunch one day and
pleased me particularly with the re-
sult. I got more satisfaction from It
than from anything 1 had eaten for
months, and on further investigation
and use, adopted Grape-Nuts for my
morning and evening meals, served
usually with cream and a sprinkle of
salt or sugar.
“My Improvement was rapid and
permanent. In weight as well as in
physical and mental endurance. In a
word. I am filled w-Rh the Joy of llv-
ing again, and continue the daily use
of Grape-Nuts for breakfast and often
for the evening meal.
“The little pamphlet, 'The Road to
Wellville." found In pkgs.. la invari-
ably saved and banded to some needy
patient along with the Indicated rem-
edy "
"There’s a reason "
Name given by Postum Co.. Pattis
Creek Mich.
Kver ml ll»e (Sarr A
•a. appears lieei tlnae fa liar. TWep
are praalae. trme, aaS fall af kiati
fa'errat. All.
Tfnrtllng Kent mils on Louise Fairish to
propose marriage and finds the house In
great excitement over the attempted sul-
fide of her sister Katharine. Kent starts
an Investigation and finds that Hugh
Crandall, suitor for Katharine, who had
been forbidden the house by General Par-
rish, had talked with Katharine over the
telephone just h< fore she shot herself.
A torn ploee of yellow paper Is found,
at sight of which General Parrish Is
stricken with paralysis. Kent discovers
that Crandall has left town hurriedly.
Andrew Kiser, an aged hanker, commits
suicide about the same time as Katharine
attempted her life. A yellow envelope Is
found In Kiser's room. Post Office In-
spector Davis, Kent’s friend, takes up
the case. Kent Is convinced that Cran-
dall Is at the bottom of the mystery.
Katharine’s Grange outcry puzzles the
detectives. Kent and Davis search Cran-
dall's rooni and find an address. Lock
Box 17, Ardway, N. J.
CHAPTER V.— (Continued).
T had not looked at it in that, light,
yet I felt that he was right. There
'could not be n moment of happiness
for the girl T loved until the black
shadow that menaced her home and
those she loved had been dispelled.
Yes, Davis was right. I would go to
Ardway that evening. 1 stopped only
long enough to telephone Louise of
my intention and to go to my rooms
for a hag.
“If you have a revolver you’d better
take it with you,” said Davis.
“I never owned one in my life,” I
replied.
He drew out his own and handed
It to me. It was of the hammerless
varlcly, flat and almost square.
“Re careful how you use it,” he
warned me. “It's a magazine gun and
goes off with a very light touch ”
"What do you expect me to And in
Ardway?” 1 asked him as a taxicab
hurried us to the Hudson tunnel.
“There are two things. First: find
out if Hugh Crandall is there, when
he arrived and what he has been do-
ing. Probably if he is at the hotel
he will be registered under an as-
sumed name. Second: find out who
has Lock Box 17. There is a list of
box-owners kept in every office, with
tho names of the two references. Find
out all you can without arousing sus-
picion. I’ll he out and join you there
to-morrow evening. I’ll come out on
this same train. I’ll'' leave it to you
to find a plausible pretext for ques-
tioning the postmaster.”
Tedious as the trip to Ardway would
ordinarily have been, so absorbed was
I In puzzling over the mystery I hard-
ly noted the passage of time and was
startled to hear the brakeman calling
my station. I had learned from the
conductor that it was a village of less
than two thousand "Inhabitants and
that there was only one hotel, about
n block from the station. It proved
Ito be a country hotel of the better
sort., doing a thriving business in feed-
ing motor-car folk who passed through
and in taking care of traveling-men
and farmers’ supply agents who vis-
ited the neighborhood.
As I signed the register I scanned
the names, hoping to see that of
Crandall, but it did not appear. Yet
registered the night before was a
name “Henry Cook" that caught my
eye. Something about the writing
made it as distinctively that of a city
man as his clothes would have distin-
guished him from the country boy be-
hind the desk.
"Where will I find the post-office?’’ I
asked the clerk. “I want to get a spe-
cial delivery letter off to-night.”
“It’s a couple of blocks up Main
Itreet,” he told me, “but you’d better
go in and get supper. The dining-
room closes at half-past seven and the
post-office stays open until eight.”
1 took his advice and, after an ex-
cellent meal, lighted my cigar and
walked in the direction he had indi-
cated. The streets were lighted after
a manner by oil lamps at the corners.
There was no moon and the villagers
for the most part seemed to live in the
rear part of their homes. Few of the
straggling stores had their windows
lighted, so it was with difficulty I r&d
the signs on the buildings I passed,
yet I had little trouble finding the
post-office. It was a one-story build
lng that stood on a vacant lot in the
middle of the block. It evidently had
been built by some local politician for
the purpose, as it was not quartered
in the corner of a cigar er grocery
store, as most country offices are.
Peering into the darkness I read the
sign “Post-Office,” and noted with
some surprise that the windows wrere
without lights. 1 drew out my watch
and striking a match looked at the
time. It was half-past seven. For
lack of something better to do I
walked round the building. To my
amazement when I reached the end
away from tbs street I found the rear
door standing wide open. Thinking
perhaps that the postmaster might
merely have gone to supper, relying
on the honesty of his neighbors to
leave things undisturbed. I loitered in
ih,* Tidnity for a full half-hour. At
last, growing impatient. 1 entered the
rear door and striking another match
looked about me. As far as the uncer-
tain light permi’ted me to see, the
k*>k«4 as *f tho postmaster had
been unexpectedly called away in the
midst, of his work.
I recalled that In my bag at the ho-
tel was one of those storage battery
lights, which happened to be there be-
cause I often found it useful In the
cabin where I went to shoot ducks. I
decided to get this and investigate
further. It had begun to rain and
there were few people on the street.
I returned with my light in a very few
minutes and began to explore. I did
not greatly fear interruption, for the
mail boxes on the street side served
as a screen to shut off the shaft of
light by which I worked.
My second inspection convinced me
that the postmaster had left, in con-
siderable hurry. A pile of mail half-
sorted, a stamp drawer left wide open
and the books standing in an open
safe seemed to bear out this theory.
Even the cash-drawer stood open, re-
vealing a few blills and some change.
“If the cash-drawer had been rifled,"
1 said to myself, "I might suspect that
the postmaster had been murdered
and robbed.”
I pushed the cash-drawer shut and
heard the automatic lock click on it,
and then began a search for the list
of box-owners. At the back of each
box a slip was pasted with the own-
er's name. To my great disappoint-
ment Box No. 17 was blank. I turned
next to the safe and at last found the
book in which the accounts of box-
rent were kept. In this were neatly
entered the name of each box-holder
and the two references given, for ev-
ery box except No. 17.
As I stood poring over this book,
perplexed by my failure to discover
the owner, I became conscious that I
was watched. A sixth sense con-
vinced me that some one else was
near. Quickly I pressed the button
that extinguished my electric lantern.
Noiselessly 1 turned toward the rear
door by which 1 had entered. I caught
just a fleeting glimpse of a man’s face
being hastily withdrawn. Undoubted-
ly it was the postmaster who had
turned and caught me there. Of course
he must take me for a burglar. It had
been too dark for me to recognize the
features of the man and I was certain
he could not identify me. I stood mo-
tionless for a minute or two, listening
intently, but I could not hear even a
footstep—nothing but the patter of the
rain.
Yet undoubtedly whoever had dis-
covered me had gone to summon as-
sistance. It would never do for mo to
be caught there. While I felt I was !
perfectly justified in my mission, it i
would be hard to make a satisfactory !
explanation. If I was captured there j
it certainly would mean an unpleasant ■
night in a vermin-filled shack, perhaps 1
in irons. It might take several days j
to establish my innocence. I decided
to attempt an escape. The sense of
having a revolver In my pocket com-
forted me, though I realized its pos-
session would be most damaging if I ;
should be caught. I moved swiftly to I
the door and peered out. There was
no one In sight.
Thrusting my lantern in my pocket i
and turning up my collar 1 made a !
dash around the corner of the build- i
ing and looked up and down the |
street. It was entirely deserted. The I
thought struck me that the man who j
had been watching me might still be j
in hiding on the other side of the j
building, but I did not stop to investi- :
gate. With the best air of unconcern !
1 could assume, I walked, not over-
hasttly, back to the hotel. There was j
no one in the office but the clerk be- )
hind the desk and I stood there for a i
moment beside the big old-fashioned |
stove drying my clothes. The door J
opened and a tall smooth-shaven chap ;
came In and approached the desk to !
get his key. As he saw me standlug
there he gave me a keen glance of
scrutiny. 1 had noticed that he had
come from the direction of the post-
| office and he must have seen that my
! clothing was rain-soaked. He half-
halted as if about to speak to me. but
changed his mind. I heard the clerk
j say:
"Good night. Mr. Cook.” as he van-
, ished up-stairs.
If this was the man who had seen i
me in the post-office, plainly he was j
not the postmaster. If not, who was j
he? What was he doing there?
It was long after midnight before j
my mystified brain would let me sleep, I
Every step I had taken seemed only J
to be leading me deeper and deeper
i into datkness.
corridor shut me off from the main
hiill. From the floor below came the
confusrtl murmur of many voices and
the souud of men moving about-—many
irn-n. My first thought was of tire, but
Hie re' were no cries and there wur no
smell Qt smoke. The memory of my
experience In the past-office recurred
to me.. I vaguely wondered If I had
been tracked and discovered.
I hastened to dress. If they suspect-
ed nre of robbing the post-office, the
sooner I found out the sooner I could
plan some method of action. As I put
on my collar I heard footsteps In the
corridor, and. coatless as I was, 1 flung
open try door. A chambermaid was
passing.
‘‘What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Haven't you heard about it?” she
asked In wonder.
“Heard about what?”
"The suicide In the hotel—in the
room right under yours. They discov-
ered it hours ago. The coroner’s just
come and is getting ready to hold the
inquest."
"Who was he?” I asked. I was
thinking it might be Hugh Crandall,
dead in some suicide pact with Katha-
rine. A sense of disappointment be-
gan to take hold of me. 1 felt that if
it. were Crandall nty efforts to clear
tho mystery would be still more fu-
tile, hut the woman’s answer quickly
dispelled the thought.
“It wasn’t a ‘he.’ It's a woman."
She hurried on down the corridor
and I hastened to finish my dressing,
recalling as I did so Davis’ belief that
there would be other suicides. It
seemed absurd that there could be any
connection between the suicide of a
woman in a country hotel in an ob-
scure New Jersey village and the two
suicides the day before in New York,
and yet there, was at least one link
between them. It was Crandall who
had telephoned Katharine. Some one
had telephoned Elser, too. It was in
Crandall's rooms that we had found
the address of this place where the
third Suicide in the series had taken
place.
With the triumphant feeling that my
friend the inspector finally would
have to accept my theory of Crandall’s
guilt, I hurried down-stairs and forced
my way into the room where the coro-
ner had already begun his inquest.
On the bed, covered with a sheet,
excepT for the face, lay the lifeless
body of a woman perhaps fifty, the
face still distorted from the death
agony. A bit of rope attached to a
rod among the rafters of the room
showed that she had hung herself. The
woman’s outer clothing lay neatly
piled on a chair near the bed. This
much I had time to notice before the
coroner finished selecting his jury.
Near the coroner, too, I observed the
■he asked for a room for the night—a
cheap room. She seemed bo feeble I
gave her this room on the ground
floor, No. 4, und only charged her sev-
enty-five cents for it, though it's a dol-
lar room, or a dollar and a half for
bridal couples. She paid for it for one
night and right after supper she went
into it and stayed there. Yesterday
morning after breakfast she went out
somewhere and was gone maybe aa
hour or un hour and a half. I didn't
see her when she come in but I
heard—”
“Mahlon Williams,” said the coroner
severely, "you ought to know enough
about the law to understand that what
you heard ain’t evidence. Tell only
them tilings you know of your own
knowledge.”
"All I know,” said Williams, percept-
ibly miffed, “is that she come oijt
along about three ill the afternoon and
paid another seventy-five cents, say-
ing she wanted the room another
night. That’s all I seen of her.”
“Can I ask a question?” said one of
the jurors, all of whom were towns-
men of the class usually to be found
around the hotel bar-room.
“If it is a proper question," said
the coroner judiciously.
"Where did she go when she went
out?”
“The question is a proper one, if the
witness can answer it of his own
knowledge,” the coroner ruled.
“If I knowed I'd a told already,”
said the hotel keeper.
One or two of the other jurors asked
questions, prompted plainly more by
curiosity than by intelligent effort to
ascertain the facts; but it was plain
that Mr. Williams had revealed all
that he knew, and he was dismissed.
Doctor Allen, who had been sent for
as soon as the suicide was discovered,
gave it as his opinion that the woman
had hung herself early the evening
before, as nearly ae he could judge
about five o’clock.
“Who was it found the body?” the
coroner asked.
“Mary Evans, the chambermaid,”
the constable volunteered. “Here she
is, right here.”
The coroner proceeded to examine
her.
Much embarrassed by the promi-
nence into which she found herself
thrtlst, but manifestly enjoying the un-
usual situation, the girl told how, early
in, the morning, as soon as she began
her work, she had gone to the room.
“I didn’t know there was anyone in
No. 4,” she explained. “I knew the
woman had taken it for just one night
and I hadn’t bothered making it up the
day before. None of the other room-
ers was up yet and I thought I might
just as well get No. 4 off my mind. I
knocked like I always do and getting
HIS MIND UP IN THE CLOUDS
Professor Imagined Appeal Wai From
Fldo, and the Situation Became
Embarrassing.
A great lover of animals, Professoi
Dryasdust was much given to having
his pet dog sitting beside him at meal
times eating tidbits from his own lit
tie plate.
Tho other evening he was at a din-
ner party, and his partner wan a very
great lady, who was proud of her
title.
But the professor paid absolutely
no attention to her. His mind had
■•witched off on to some abstruse point
and he was lost to the world over the
problem. /•
The duchess did not approve of this,
and presently, to attract his attention
she pulled him gently by the sleeve.
Then the professor woke up. Grab
Ring a half-picked chicken bone from
mis plate, he thrust it under her
startled nose.
“Don't bothe. Just now, Fido!” he
said curtly. “Here, take this and go
and eat it on the mat, like a good
doggie!”
Most poople would rather take ad-
vice from strangers.
y—— SS
WUHAN SICK
TWELVE YEARS
Wants Other \yomen to Know
How She Was Finally
Restored to Health.
I Stood Motionless for a Minute or Two, Listening Intently.
CHAPTER VI.
The Third Suicide.
Something had happened.
1 awoke the next morning with a
start and sat up in bed listening to :
the strange confusion in tbe hotel. In-
stinctively I recognized that the eecsa-
tion of the unusual that so affected me
was something more than the feeling '
every one experiences on suddenly
awaking for the first time in a strange
place.
I sprang from the bed and. open-ng
my door, looked oat Into the hail 1 j
«euld see nothing, for a turn of the I
man whom the clerk had called Cook.
I thought he gave a quick glance in
my direction, but I could not be sure.
The first witness was called, Mahlon
Williams, the proprietor of the hotel.
“Mr. Williams,” said the coroner,
“do you know this woman?”
"I can’t say as I do.”
“What was her name?”
“She was registered here in the ho-
tel. The name's on the book. You
can see for yourself. 1 don’t know if
it 't was her real name or not." _
“Mary Jane Teller, Bridgeport.
Conn.." was the entry In the hotel
register which was produced and sub-
mitted for the Jurors' inspection.
“Tell us. Mr. Williams, what you
know about the deceased.”
"Mighty little; nothing at all. in
fact. She coroe here night before laat.
Got In on the seven-two train from
New York. 1 calculate, from tbe time
of her arrival. She bad no baggage,
onlv that little biack bag yonder, and
no answer I opened the door right
wide all of a sudden. Such a shock
as it gave me I never expect to have
again to my dyinfc day. Then* was
the poor creature a-hanging there. I
let a yell out of me that must have
waked the dead, and then I ran and
called Mr. Williams.”
“Had you seen the deceased on the
day previous?”
“Yes. but she wasn’t deceased when
J I saw bet "
"Did you have any conversation
with her?"
“No more than to pass the time of
| day with her you might say.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Louisiana, Mo.: —“I think a woman
naturally dislikes to make her troubles
known to the public,
but complete restor-
ation tohealth means
so much to me that
I cannot keep from
telling mine for the
sake of other suffer-
ing women.
“I had been sick
about twelve years,
and had eleven doc-
tors. I had drag-
ging down pains,
pains at monthly periods, bilious spells,
and was getting worse all the time. I
would hardly get over one spell when 1
would be sick again. No tongue can tell
what I suffered from cramps, and at
times I could hardly walk. The doctors
said I might die at one of those times,
but I took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta-
ble Compound and got better right away.
Your valuable medicine is worth mors
than mountains of gold to suffering wo-
men.’’—Mrs. Bertha Muff, 503 N. 4th
Street, Louisiana, Mo.
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com-
pound, made from native roots and herbs,
contains no narcotic or harmful drugs,
and to-day holds the record of being the
most successful remedy for female ills we
know of, and thousands of voluntary
testimonials on file in the Pinkham
laboratory at Lynn,Mass., seem to prove
this fact
If yon want special advice write to
Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi-
dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will
be opened, read aud answered by a
woman and held ia strict confidence-
vw:
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Sprains, Bruist
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“ Sloan's Linimnnt has done more
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For stilt joints. X got my hand hurt so
badly that I had to stop work right in
the busiest time of the year. I thought
at lirst that 1 would have to have my
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Wilton Wueklek, Morris, Ala.
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Fine for Sprain
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and in four davs he was working and
said Sloan’s was a right good Lini-
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Price 2Sc..
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Sloan's 3ook
on horses, cattle,
sheep and
poultry sent free.
Address
Dr.
Earl S.
Slean
Contrary Justice.
‘There ts one condition of retribu
■ion which goes by contraries "
“What is that"
"The one in which crooked men find
themselves in straightened circum
stances."
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